Owl-Buddies

Title: Owl Buddies

Author: Lena

Rating: R

Warnings: SLASHYNESS!

Timeline: Voldie dead.. I dunno massive heart attack. Yes he has a heart go figure. Anyway. He’s dead and Harry and Co. are in their final year of Hogwarts.

Summary: What happens when Dumbledore sees one too many fights in the hallway? The Owl-Buddies system that’s what. It’s his last attempt at inner-school peace before the class with the highest number of hospital visits graduates and goes out into the Wizarding community (Merlin save them).

Notes: Thanks to my Beta Krazy! You rock! I Also decided to combine two chapters together because they seemed to flow better that way.

Feedback: GIMME! GIMMIE!

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The Ball

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/Fluffy,

I’ll let you know tomorrow. Meet me in front of the Great hall at 11:00

Squeaky./

Harry smiled as he read Squeaky’s last letter. He couldn’t help the huge smile that spread across his face when he read that. At that moment Hermione walked into the dorm where Harry was sitting. Being a seventh year prefect had it’s perks. Both he and Hermione got their own private rooms (Ron went and begged Dumbledore in the end of sixth year to make Harry prefect, saying he couldn’t take the pressure. Harry accepted of course) and were free to visit each other.

“Ok Harry I have everything planned out for your costume. All you need to do is to stand still tomorrow and I’ll zap the clothes on. You’re not listening to me are you Harry?” Hermione asked. Harry snapped out of his trance. Hermione sat next to him “What’s wrong Harry?” Hermione asked. Harry looked at his hands.

“Can I tell you something? And you promise that you won’t flip a lid?” Harry asked Hermione nodded. “I’m in love with someone, I haven’t even met this person, and… I’m gay.” Harry’s voice had started strong but by the time he said “I’m gay” his voice was a whisper. Hermione blinked at her best friend. There were very few things that shocked the seventh year prefect and this was one of those few.

“When did you figure it out?” she asked.

“While I was dating Samantha. I realized I was more turned on by her brother then by her. She didn’t take it so well. Remember that black eye I got from “Dudley”?” Harry asked.

“The one you came back from Holiday with? Yea.”

“That was her addition of Lord of the Rings… all three books in one. Very painful,” Harry said.

“Oh…. So who’s the lucky guy?” She asked.

“My Owl-Buddy. He’s funny, smart, and doesn’t pry.” Harry said. Hermione smiled. She hadn’t seen her friend like this in two years.

First it was Sirius, that had left Harry an empty shell. When he came back in his sixth year he was changed. He never spoke to Dumbledore, even though the man sought him out. He poured countless time and energy into curses and hexes to defend himself. He also started spending more time with Severus Snape. By Christmas he was a master of Occulmency and
Legemency. Even Snape wasn’t able to block him.

Around Valentines Day, they saw a change in Harry. Harry had met a girl in 5th year named Samantha. She was funny and she made Harry smile. Everyone loved her. They thought Harry had too.

By the time finals rolled around everyone was high strung. The daily prophet gave reports of new attacks and with each attack a body was found with words charred on them. By the sixth body the message could be read as: “Hogwarts is next, Potter will fall”. Then there was another break-out in Azkaban and Lucius Malfoy officially came out as a death eater. Most people say he went mad in Azkaban, and they were right.

After exams it happened. Death eaters swarmed Hogwarts and the battle was started. It was over by sundown, Harry had killed Voldemort with the most impressive array of hexes anyone had ever seen. But at a cost. Hagrid was killed by the giants who joined Voldemort and Remus Lupin was killed with a killing curse to the back. Harry spent two weeks recovering. Only to find out the last few death eaters they didn’t catch, broke the wards protecting Privet Drive and killed Harry’s aunt and uncle. Harry had no one… and that was the day his eyes lost his shine and his eyes never lit up again.

Despite what everyone (Hermione, the Gryffindors, and the Weasleys) had done nothing could snap Harry out of it. He spent the summer in Grimmauld Place. He and Samantha had made it actually livable. School had started again and Samantha and Harry weren’t together. Harry had told everyone they went their separate ways and so had Sam. And Harry went back to the shell of a man he was.

And now here it was a month later and Harry was giddy. Hermione didn’t know what to think. How would Ron take it? He still was deluded, thinking that Harry’d marry Ginny even though Ginny had a boyfriend and Harry was… well Harry. He’d be too worried about the Weasley men killing him for deflowering their sister… even though everyone (except Ron) knew Seamus took care of that their sixth year.

Hermione shook her head to get rid of the trip down memory lane. To find that Harry had started talking again.

“… great hall. I mean I don’t even know what I’m gonna say. I’m so nervous. Even Samantha didn’t get me this nervous,” Harry said.

“You’ll look fine. I’m sure he’s worrying about this too.”

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“God I look hideous!” Draco said.

“Yea you do,” Theo said, flipping through a magazine

“Yes totally disgusting. I can’t imagine why I slept with you,” Blaise said

“Because he’s flexible,” Theo pointed out.

“And kinky,” Blaise added.

“And has a nice ass,” Theo said.

“Will you two shut up?!” Draco said throwing pillows at them. Blaise and Theo fell into giggles as Draco huffed. “If you’re not going to be productive then leave,” he said.

“Draco if we leave, Pansy will take it as an opportunity to come in and molest you while you’re trying to change. And that can be a distraction,” Theo said.

“That and Lil Draco will shrink so much Draco won’t be able to have sex ever again,\" Blaise said.

“To right you. That would be depriving Hogwarts of it‘s residential slut.” Theo smirked.

“I‘m as much of a slut as you two are,” Draco said.

“Ow Dray. That hurt,” Theo said sarcastically. Draco sighed and looked at the mirror. Theo watched his best… well I wouldn’t say friend. Friends really don’t exist in Slytherin. Draco was a very close acquaintance and Theo had never seen his friend like this. He was
nervous. And Draco never got nervous. Intimidating, scary, happy (at the expense of others), and mean were emotions that Draco felt… nothing more (aside from horny. But that was every 17 year old boy) was ever seen on the blonde Adonis’ face. Theo couldn’t wait to see who was this mystery boy who was making Draco so nervous.

Friend or not Theo knew that he deserved a bit of happiness.

After Lucius was sent to Azkaban Draco had come back to school a different person. There was a rule in Slytherin house. If your parents were connected to snake-face you didn’t acknowledge it and you didn’t talk about it. But when almost all of the seventh year’s parents went to Azkaban, rumors flew. Everyone whispered and pointed fingers. Teachers took of points for some Slytherins for no reason at all. By the time the break out of Azkaban happened, they were all pretty sick of it.

The war came about and Draco, Theo and Blaise convinced the entire seventh year population of Slytherin to turn against Voldemort and fight for Dumbeldore’s side. With their help, Potter had found out Voldemort’s hide-out location and was able to defeat the Dark Lord in one day, though no one is sure how he did it.

Draco, Blaise, Crabbe, and Theo had all lost fathers in the war. After Lucius went mad it was a matter of weeks before he killed himself, leaving Draco and his mother to fend for themselves. Draco took over quickly as the head of the Malfoy house. He took the money he inherited and invested it. In a few short months he had quadrupled the Malfoy money
that he father didn’t spend in his life time. Draco was now one of the wealthiest 17-year-old in all of London. The only person who tied him was Harry Potter, who had invested a large sum of money in the Weasley twins new joke shop.

Theo had noticed that, all though he had many partners, Draco never settled down. Blaise thought he had commitment issues, but Theo knew better. He knew that Draco’s father had destroyed what little faith Draco had in love, he just hoped that this Fluffy fellow gave Draco the chance.

“So what do you plan to do Draco?” Blaise asked. “Bat your eyes at him, talk dirty to him, throw him up against the wall and snog the living daylights out of him?”

“None of the above. I’m just going to talk to him. And we’ll see what happens,” Draco said putting his costume away.

“Draco Ignatius Malfoy. You’re practicing restraint… do you love this boy or something?” Theo asked.

“Malfoy’s don’t love remember. I just feel nauseated, dizzy, can’t stand still, can’t stop smiling, want to talk to him every second of every day even if it’s just to find out what he dreamt about last night and… I’m in love aren’t I?” Draco asked looking at his two friends.

“Bulls-eye. Though to tell you the truth I’m not surprised. It was bound to happen soon. Of course my money was on Potter. There’s a thin line between love and hate,” Blaise said getting up. Blaise and Draco walked out.

/What if… Fluffy is Potter? Nah I mean there would be no way… could there?/ Theo thought. He walked out of the room scratching his head.

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The Following Day

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All Hallows eve couldn’t have been a better one. There was a full moon, the garden looked fabulous with all the hanging lights and pumpkins floating about. Everyone was in costume, even Dumbledore. He decided to go as a Muggle Baseball Player and looked quite amusing in his hat and tight pants… though some people thought him to be disturbing.

The biggest costume shock of all was Professor Snape. Who poured himself into a pair of tight leather pants and a white shirt that showed off his chest. He had a “fake” sword at his hip and a bandana over his hair which was tied back at the base of his neck. Everyone agreed the potions master made a fine ass pirate.

-Meanwhile in the Slytherin Section of the Prefects Dorms-

Draco Malfoy paced his room. He was ready for the ball and all was well… except for the gut wrenching soul rushing can’t help fidgeting nervousness he felt. It was like the time when he taken his father’s wand when he was seven and got caught torturing a cat. The
outcome of his father’s anger could be good or could be bad… turned out to be both actually. His father was proud which was good but that had also led to Draco’s dark arts training… which was bad. Draco sighs and looks at his clock.

10:45 p.m.

The dance had started 45 minutes ago and Draco was due to meet his dream date in 15 minutes. They would share a dance or two, talk, drink, eat, be marry. And then he’d get to find out who Fluffy was. Draco pocked up his cloak and looked at himself in the mirror before opening the door and leaving.

Tailored black pants hugged his legs, a silver shirt that had the first two buttons undone gave a teasing glimpse of his chest and left to desire to find more skin, he had charmed his canine teeth to grow a little longer so he wouldn’t have to deal with those tacky muggle fake teeth,
and his cloak gave him a dangerous but you have to have him kind of look. All and all Draco looked down right fuck-able. And that was the look he wanted.

-Down the hall four doors to the right in the Gryffindor section-

Harry really wanted a piece of chocolate.

He paced the floor of his room.

He wanted a fucking huge piece of chocolate.

Harry was actually nervous about meeting Squeaky. He had that gut wrenching gonna throw up if I don’t sit down kind of nervousness. And it sucked. Harry sighed and made sure he cape was put on right and put his mask in place. It was time to go down to meet his mystery man. Truth was Harry didn’t know what was going to happen. And he didn’t like that. He
needed to have some semblance of control over the situation and he didn’t and now he was nervous. He sighed and took one last look at himself (wearing the mask that covered his scar and right eye and a suit that looked sewed onto his body). He had used a temporary eye charm on his eyes to get rid of his glasses, and his hair which had grown longer over the past two years, was tied back into a pony tail instead of having it flowing free. Grabbing his cane and securing his cape on his shoulders he turned and walked out.

-At the Party-

Harry looked around the great hall. It was really something. He’d never seen it look so elegant. A large chandelier hung from the middle of the ceiling. The ceiling was reflecting the night sky, so clear you can see every star. The candles around the Great hall gave it a heavenly appearance. As Harry walked through the people he could see the owl buddies meet up (everyone was required to wear name tags with their pen names on them).

He could spot Hermione and her owl buddy (Blaise Zambini) arguing over House Elves rights and the unfairness that the giants face. Ron and his owl buddy (Sarah Fields) were dancing on the dance floor. Harry went into a coughing fit when he saw Neville making out with Greg and Vin. He sighed and walked to the balcony. He pulled out the parchment and his quill.

/Squeaky,

I’m on the balcony overlooking the garden. When you’re ready. Come find me.

Fluffy/

Harry sighed and waited. He hoped Squeaky had his parchment.

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Draco looked at his parchment. He was about to write Fluffy the same message. If he heard Pansy complain one more time how she got hooked up with Michael Corner again he’d strangle her.

“That the mystery man?” Theo asked sitting next to Draco.

“Ah Theo, finally come up for air did you?” Draco asked folding the parchment up.

“What can I say, that Ginny Weasley is incorrigible. So you going?” Theo asked.

“I dunno. I know I opted for no mask for a reason, to be noticed, … but what if he sees me and runs the other way?” Draco asked.

“Hun, if he has any blood in his veins he’ll jump you first and runlater. Now go get him.” Theo said pushing Draco from his chair. Draco stumbled for a step or two before regaining his balance and walking to the balcony.

After weeding his way through the dancing people he made it to the balcony. He spotted a figure staring over the balcony.

“Beautiful aren’t they?” The boy said looking at the lights floating in the garden. Draco walked up next to him.

“Yes they are. Are you Fluffy?” Draco asked. Fluffy turned and gasped when he saw Draco.

{Well Fuck} Harry thought. He smiled.

“Yes. I am. You’re Squeaky?” Harry asked.

“I am. Can I see who you are?” Draco asked.

“Um… no. Not right now. First I think we should get to know each other more.” Harry said . ~That way I can tell if you’re a jerk or not.~ he added to himself mentally.

“Alright I think that’s fair. What do you wanna know?” Draco asked

“What are you going to be after we graduate?” Harry asked. They headed down the stairs that lead to the garden.

“Either an Unspeakable or an Auror. Either way I’m working for a cause my father hated.” Draco commented.

“Why?”

“Have you seen an Unspeakable in action?” Draco asked.

“No.”

“Of course you haven’t. No one has. They work in silence and in mystery and that’s a job I can do.”

“That’s a good point. But why do you want to go against your father? Everyone has believed you’d follow in his footsteps like a good heir should.”

“Yea well people don’t know shit.” At Harry\'s shocked look, Draco continued, “Don’t get me wrong, my father has some valid points in what he believes but Muggle-Borns and Muggles don’t deserve to die.”

“That’s a very good point.”

“I mean Granger is as smart as a chimp and she’s a muggle born. While to much inbreeding gave us the two lumps of human beings that are Crabbe and Goyle. If Muggles can create muggle-borns like Granger then they’re not so bad.”

“You surprise me Draco,\" Harry said sitting on a swinging bench.

“Because I’m not a carbon copy of my father? Thank you.,” Draco said. They sat there in a comfortable silence for a few minutes just listening to the music drifting out from the great hall. They stole glances at one another before Draco put an arm around Harry and Harry rested his head on Draco’s shoulder.

“This is nice,” Harry said.

“I couldn’t agree more,” Draco said. Through the din of the noise in the Great Hall Harry could pick out the stands of his favorite Jewel songs. He stood up and held out his hand. Draco looked at him with a quirked eyebrow.

“Come on. It’s my favorite Jewel song.” Draco stood up.

“Ok, but I lead,” Draco said.

“Alright.” Draco put his hands on Harry’s hips and Harry put his arms around Draco’s neck. They rocked back and forth under the moonlight and candles. Harry rested his head on Draco’s chest.

“Fluffy. I know this sounds crazy… but I really like you,” Draco said. Harry looked up at hm

“You don’t even know me,” He said turning away from Draco. Draco caught his arm and pulled Harry against him.

“But I feel like I know you. I also feel that if I don’t kiss you right now, you’re going to disappear...” Draco whispered looking down at Harry’s lips. Unconsciously Harry licked his lips.

“I’ll only disappear if you want me too.”

“Turst me love, I don’t want you too.” Draco then bent down and kissed Harry.

Harry responded quickly to the kiss, wrapping his arms around Draco’s neck again and pressing closer to him. The kiss turned frantic and needy and before either of them knew it they were clawing at the other’s clothes. The kiss broke and they looked at each other panting.

“I need you now,” Draco whispered nipping Harry’s bottom lip.

“Anything you want,” Harry whispered. Draco quickly scooped Harry up into his arms and headed to his rooms. He stopped only to put Harry down, when he protested for the 18th time that he could walk on his own thank you very much, other then that they made record time to the prefects dorms.

Once in Draco’s room Harry pressed the blonde heir against the door and gave him a searing kiss. One that conveyed that they may only get this night so might as well go crazy. Draco must have understood his message because before Harry knew it they were stripped of their clothes and were walking to the bed. Harry put a hand to Draco’s chest.

“Hold on a second. This is all happening so fast.” Harry sat down on the edge of the bed. Draco sat next to him.

“What’s wrong?” He whispered. Harry looked at him.

“I’m afraid. This is so intense, but I just met you. But then on the other hand I feel like I’ve known you forever. I don’t want to show you who I am yet.” Harry confessed.

“Then leave the mask on. I don’t care. If there’s no sure thing for the future, then lets give ourselves tonight.” At Harry’s nod Draco kissed him again and pressed him against the mattress. He aligned their bodies and rubbed their erections together creating delicious friction that caused Harry to gasp into Draco’s mouth. Draco reached over to his night
table and retrieved a vial. Harry broke the kiss.

“What’s that?” He asked.

“Haven’t you done anything with a guy before?” Draco asked. Harry shook his head. “Don’t worry. I’ll go slow. This is just so I can prep you so it won’t hurt.” Harry nodded and Draco kissed him. “Trust me,” Draco said.

“I do,” Harry said and Draco kissed him again. Harry soon felt something pressing against him, down there, and he gasped.

“Relax,” Draco encouraged. Harry nodded and made himself relax. Draco pressed one finger
into him slowly working his way around before adding a second and then a third before he hit…

“OH GOD! What the hell was that and do it again whatever it was!” Harry cried. Draco smirked.

“That, my dear, was your,” He hit it again and Harry arched off the bed, “Prostate. It’s a glorious part of your body don’t you think?”

“Fuck! Stop talking now! Just fuck me!” Harry pleaded

“Not quite yet my dear.,” Draco said. He continued to tease Harry into a frenzy. Before long he had Harry reduced to a pile of babbling goop. He removed his fingers and Harry whimpered at the loss. “Don’t worry. It gets better.” Draco moved himself and pressed the tip of his member against Harry’s opening. He pressed into Harry slowly. “Relax. There. Oh god you’re so tight.” Once he had himself fully inside Harry he didn’t move, in order to give Harry time to get ready. Harry wiggled his body and Draco started moving.

The pace started slow and gentle, then at Harry’s insistence, it got fast and faster until Draco was literally banging the headboard of his bed against the wall. He reached his hand out and grasped Harry’s erection. Harry was so close to his climax it only took a few good pumps to send both him and Draco over the edge into completion, both of them proclaiming their undying love for each other. Draco fell on top of Harry when their climaxes ended and just laid there for a few moments.

After about 10 minutes Draco rolled off Harry and laid on his bed. He looked over at Harry.

“How did you keep the mask on?” He asked before curling up with Harry.

“It’s designed for my face, one of a kind, only fits me. It only comes off when I want it too,” Harry responded. Draco nodded and closed his eyes. Harry waited until Draco was sound asleep before getting out of the blonde’s bed. He slipped back into his clothes and padded over to Draco’s desk. He wrote a quick note before slipping out of the room and back down the hall to his own room.

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Draco awoke the next morning to a cold empty bed. After checking the closet, his bathroom, and under his bed he came to the conclusion that Fluffy had left him.

~So this is how it feels to be left after a night of fantastic sex? This bites~ As he walked past his desk he noticed the letter that Fluffy had left him, along with his mask. He picked it up and read it out loud to himself while he held the mask in his fingers.

“Dear Draco,

I know you are wondering where I went to. I had to leave before you woke up because I didn’t want the magic of last night ruined by who I truly am. I promise I may tell you someday but until I do please don’t ask. I’ll tell you when I’m ready.

I didn’t mean to hurt you by leaving but I believe I did. Please understand that was not my intention.

If you want to still talk to me, you know how to reach me.

Love,
Fluffy.

PS: Yes I wrote love. Hope you don’t mind?

PPS: Don’t hate me.”

Draco sat down heavily on the edge of his bed. He looked at the mask and ran his finger over it. He then did what any other pureblood heir would do. He screamed and cried.

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