Cursed Heritage

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Warning: There will be references to sex in this chapter. If you don\'t like, DONT READ.


^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^Chapter 3: Back to Hogwarts^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

September 1st arrived bright and sunny. Knowing how much time it took for everybody to be ready to leave for the station, Mrs. Weasley had insisted that everyone be up by 7 o’clock. Ron in particular had grumbled quite a lot about this, but Harry was used to being up at this time, since he was always wakened by Uncle Vernon to make breakfast. Still half asleep, Ron rolled out of bed and muttered, “Good morning.” in the direction of Harry who was hunting for his left sock underneath his bed.

They managed to make it down for breakfast showered, dressed and relatively organized quickly enough that even Mrs. Weasley couldn’t complain. As it was Ron and Harry’s last year, the entire family had decided that they needed to go to King’s Cross to see them off, so everybody was in the kitchen, eating several plates of bacon, eggs, toast, and drinking numerous cups of coffee. After breakfast, the usual chaos ensued. Mr. ley,ley, who had been promoted and held more respect within the Ministry since the war, had managed to acquire a car to get to the station, however making sure that everything was in it and ready to go by 10 o’clock seemed to be no easy task.

The hall was full of trunks, broomsticks, Hedwig’s cage (as with going to the Burrow, Harry had decided to let Hedwig to Hto Hogwarts), and many other oddly shaped packages and boxes of useful equipment.

“Honestly, you’d think you three were moving there for life instead of a single school year!” Mrs. Weasley groaned after almost falling over Hedwig’s cage for the third time.

“Well, this is our last year Mum, there’ll only be Ginny next September.” Ron tried to placate her.

“I know, I can’t believe you’re all grown up.” Mrs. Weasley said with a wistful expression on her face.

“Oh, Mum! Come off it, you won’t be saying that next year when I’m constantly under your feet trying to save up enough to get somewhere to live.” Ron smiled cheekily.

Mrs. Weasley smiled and went off to find Ginny who was upstairs looking for her diary. From the sounds of it, she was refusing to leave without it.

Eventually though, the car was pulling out of the driveway, and heading towards their last year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

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They arrived on Platform 9 ¾ with five minutes until the train left. There was a mad dash to get trunks and belongings stowed away, but thankfully they weren’t the only ones. The air was filled with excited chatter and hooting of owls, and a general optimism that hadn’t been seen for far too long, as the threat of Voldemort had hung over the wizarding world. There were first years wandering around, looking as lost as Harry remembered feeling his first year, and returning students greeting their friends with happiness to be back.

As Ron and Harry were about to board the train, Hermione caught up with them.

“Hi, there you are. I was wondering when you were going to get here!”

Ron immediately pulled her into his arms for a long kiss. “I’m sorry, you know we’re always late. Ginny was holding us up!”

“That’s ok. Well I have to go and sit in the Prefect’s carriage, it’s only for a little while, but we just have to sort out some start of term s. N. Normally I wouldn’t but the head boy and girl have to be there to welcome the new prefects.” She kissed Ron again and walked off.

Hermione had been named head girl over the summer. Harry hadn’t been surprised when he had received her owl. He was happy for her, she deserved it and he knew she would do a good job. He had been slightly surprised when her letter also informed him that Draco Malfoy was head boy. Not that Draco wasn’t clever enough; it was just that he had assumed that it would be someone like Ron or Justin, someone more approachable.

They boarded the train and made their way along the corridor, hoping that their friends had managed to get a compartment to themselves. They soon came across Neville, alone, in a compartment near the end of the train. Harry smiled. It was always good to see his friends, and from the look on Ginny’s face she was more than happy to see Neville.

They all sat down and started talking a mile a minute about their summers. Neville had spent time in France at a farm belonging to one of his relatives, helping with the cultivating of some rare plants. Harry had never heard of most of them, but Neville seemed quite eager to talk to Professor Sprout about it.

Harry slowly let his mind wander, dropping out of the conversation. The feeling of physical well-being from yesterday had only lasted as long as it had taken to walk inside the Leaky Cauldron. By the time he had gone to bed, his headache had returned and he spent a lot of the night unable to sleep, tossing and turning, feeling as though he was burning up with fever. Eventually he had managed t to to sleep, but he had woken up feeling achy all over.

He had decided that on getting to Hogwarts, one of the first things he was going to do was visit the hospital wing.

At that moment, there was a knock on the compartment door. Harry, startled out of his thoughts looked up through the glass to see Draco standing outside.

Harry smiled to himself as he went to talk to him. At one time Draco would have simply barged in flinging insults and generally provoking them. Then again, the war had changed everyone. There was no room for childish arguments among those on the same side. Harry sighed, thinking that they had all been forced to grow up.

He had worked quite closely with Draco the previous year for the Order, and had found that when he was not busy been a royal pain in the arse, Draco was actually incredibly intelligent and not at all a bad person to talk to. In the end, it had been mainly due toco tco that Harry had had the strength to fight Voldemort. He doubted he would have had the knowledge otherwise. He had often wondered what it would be like to actually get to know the Slytherin. He had a feeling that the only reason Draco had kept his distance outside of Order business was that he was afraid of rejection. It was only a thought, but he could see that after turning his back on all he had been brought up to believe in, it would be understandable if Draco was afraid of being rejected by the opposing side. And yet it was Draco who was stood out in the corridor apparently wanting to talk about something.

He stepped out of the compartment since Ron was looking at Draco with slight mistrust. It appeared some things would never change completely.

“Hi.” Harry suddenly noticed that Draco was by himself. “Where’re your friends.”

Not as many of the Slytherins had taken the Dark Mark as would have been expected, and most had come out of the war unscathed.

“Down the other end of the train. I was just on my way back from the prefect’s meeting. Granger should be down in a minute.”

Harry tried to ignore the heat suddenly burning in his stomach. He couldn’t help briefly noticing the way the sun streaming through the window shone on Draco’s hair, making it look like spun silk. He idly wondered if it would be as soft to touch as it looked. He mentally shook himself as he realised that Draco was looking at him.

“Draco, what do you want?” Harry decided to just come straight out with what he wanted to say. “You never really tried to talk to me last year and you had plenty of opportunity. We just worked together.”

He was amazed to see a faint blush cover Draco’s cheeks. “I know, and I’m sorry. Maybe we could spend some more time together this year. Look, what I’m trying to say is that I’m sorry for all the things I’ve done to you in the past. I guess I’m hoping maybe we could be proper friends?”

Harry looked up at Draco. Yes he had been a total bastard to them over the years but that had stopped quite some time ago. If he didn’t know better he would have sworn Draco looked nervous. There was no harm in trying he decided. After all, he HAD been wondering what Draco would be like if they were friends. He sighed and held out his hand.

“I’m sorry too. I know things were difficult for you, especially last year.”

Draco looked slightly surprised at his last sentence but quickly took his offered hand. His face lit up as he smiled, a proper smile, directed at Harry for the first time. Harry felt as though he had butterflies fluttering in his stomach. No, forget that, more like a herd of rampaging hippogriffs!

Being attracted to a guy was nothing new to him. He’d known that as far as his sexuality was concerned he was down the gay end of bisexual, but suddenly being attracted to someone he’d just agreed to be friends with after years of antagonism could turn out to be embarrassing.

He was made aware of the fact that he was still holding Draco’s hand, lost in his seemingly endless silver eyes by Hermione coming into the corridor

“Hello, I didn’t expect to see you here, much less the both of you being civil. This is definitely something new!” She was looking at them with a pleased look on her face.

He dropped Draco’s hand immediately, fighting to keep the threatening blush off his face. The lack of hostility from her took Harry aback slightly. Saying that he had not imagined Hermione to be ok with him and Draco standing in the corridor being friendly was an understatement.

Seeing the baffled look on Harry’s face, she laughed. “Harry, Draco and I put aside our differences a while ago. We had to seeing as we’re both prefects and had to work together quite a lot, not to mention all the Order stuff. Speaking of prefects, the first meeting’s tomorrow. Justin decided that it would be a good idea to sort things out early given the disruption last year.” She aimed this last bit at Draco who simply nodded.

“Yes that sounds like a good plan. Well as much as I’d love to stand around chatting, I’d better get back to the other Slytherins.” He turned and walked away, leaving Hermione rather amused, and Harry looking at her with his mouth open, though he hadn’t been able to resist watching Draco’s ass as he walked away.

Hermione turned and walked into the compartment and settled herself next to Ron. Harry followed her, still feeling a little knocked for six. He sat down next to Neville and looked at Hermione.

“When were you planning on telling us you’d befriended Draco?”

Ron looked at her startled. He had watched the proceedings outside the compartment with growing apprehension, and had been about to ask Harry what the hell had been going on, but Harry had got there first. Instead he turned and looked at Hermione. Although his temper had calmed drastically and he didn’t tend to fly off the deep end at the slightest thing anymore, he was still more than capable of blowing up at a situation. Hermione being friends with Malfoy, combined with the scene he had just witnessed between him and Harry, was definitely such a situation.

Hermione had the grto bto blush. “I’m sorry, but I wasn’t sure what you’d make of it. I got to know him quite well during the last few months of last year. He’s not so bad when you get to know him. Most of what he says is just a front.”

“Yeh, I know. And you never know, if he’s friendly to us, the rest of the Slytherins might be slightly less spiteful and horrible to us.” Harry said. “Yes I know that’s a very unlikely occurrence, but we can hope.” Ron was looking at them in disbelief.

“You two are absolutely mental you know that. This is Malfoy, you know as in the guy who made our lives hell. For years.”

“Well I for one would be glad if he got the rest of the Slytherins to be a bit nicer in Potions.” Neville put in. “Merlin knows I can do with as much help as I can get. If Snape is all I have to worry about, you never know, I might even pass!”

Ron couldn’t help smiling at this, though he still looked a bit put out.

“Well, alright then. I still think you’re mental, and there’s no way I’m going to suddenly be all friendly with him, but I won’t purposely annoy him. Hey, maybe I can just ignore him!” He looked suitably cheered at this thought. Harry shared a Look with Hermione. If that was what it took, it would have to do.

The rest of the journey took place in a sense of happiness to be returning to Hogwarts. They chatted and Harry played wizard chess with Ron a couple of times.

The welcoming feast was as brilliant as ever, thought there was sadness as Dumbledore spoke of those who had died the previous year. Susan Bones and Padma Patil were just two among them. It was only during the feast that Harry noticed that the aching that had plagued his body earlier in the day had disappeared.

By the time everyone made their way to the dormitories for bed, Harry was exhausted. Lessons started in the morning and Dumbledore had been kind enough to give them double Potions first thing. He yawned sleepily. Despite that, it was good to be back.

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Hands feverishly stroked his body as he was pushed onto the four-poster bed. The black hangings were drawn, but all he could concentrate on was the hot mouth working its way round his neck, sucking hard enough leave marks. He shivered, moaning as his mouth was claimed for a passionate kiss.

Silky blond hair brushed his skin as his lover moved down his body leaving a trail of scorching kisses as he moved lower, past his navel. He slid his hands in his lover’s hair as he felt fingers brushing his groin. He hissed and arched his back, begging for something he couldn’t define.

He gasped, writhing on the bed, looking down into hazel eyes, darkened with desire.
“Oh Merlin, please, Julien. . .PLEASE. . .”

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Harry jolted awake in his bed gasping for breath, uncomfortably aware of the throbbing between his legs. He groaned softly. He’d had dreams of that nature before, what seventeen year old boy hadn’t, but they’d never been that. . .intense before. His breathing slowly returned to normal. He looked at the clock and seeing that it was almost 6:30, got out of bed to head to the showers. As he collected his things, he frowned thinking that his dream lover had seemed oddly familiar, though he couldn’t place his face. He shook his head, putting it out of his mind. It was probably unimportant.


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