Beautiful Dragon
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult +
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3
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Chapter Three: Of Veela and Vampires
Disclaimer: HP Characters belong to J.K.R. Not me. I don't make money by writing this. The situations, and my OWN characters are the only things that belong to me...with the exception of my MP3 player... and my Joan Jett CD... but that's about it. So....
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Amadeo gave the password to the Fat Lady and went into the warmth of the common room. Immediately Hermione jumped up from one of the chairs by the fire.
“Where were you, Amadeo?” She asked alarmed. “Harry and Ron were asking questions. I had to tell them that you were in McGonagall’s office to get them off my case. I only knew you were okay because Blaise contacted me through the mirrors and said that Draco wasn’t back yet either.”
He decided to let Hermione finish her rant before speaking, she’d tire herself out and then be calm enough to talk to. As was the case with Mione.
“… and do you have any idea what could have happened to Blaise if Parkinson found him talking to me in the mirror? Not that the little pug has a right to question Blaise. She likes him, but she doesn’t dare go after him, not when she still fancies Draco. When will you two come out of the closet and let people know about you? That would shut the little cunt up. I can’t stand her, and neither can Blaise from what he says. And do you know what Ronald would do if he saw me talking to Blaise? He’s worse than Harry when it comes to ‘pretty boy Slytherins’. And I don’t really think you’d have to worry about Harry if you decide to come out- and that better be soon because I can’t keep this up- because Ron was talking about the twins being gay and Harry just said, ‘If they’re happy then we should leave them alone. Everyone has a right to love anyone they chose, people shouldn’t dislike them because of it.’ And I already know that Harry’s bisexual, so I think Harry would be on your side, maybe. It is Draco after all, they have a rocky history, but Ron is just being stupid. He’s completely homophobic. That doesn’t matter because if he messes with either of you I’ll curse him myself!” She finished and slumped back into the chair looking at Amadeo across from her.
“Well, Mione, that’s all very nice, and I’m sorry we’ve been putting you under a lot of stress, but you don’t have to worry about it anymore.” He said smirking.
Hermione looked confused and said, “What do you mean? What happened?”
“We were caught in the library, Pince and Filtch had a nice little show. According to Zio Severus they saw everything that happened. A disturbing thought, I know, and you, Mione, do not want to know the details.” He laughed as Hermione rolled her eyes. “Filtch took us to Sev, hoping to get us detention or something, but he didn’t do anything except tell us not to do things like that in a public place. So we’re off the hook for that one, but you know better than I do that Madame Pince can’t keep her mouth shut to save her life. And when we were walking back I saw Peeves in the library with Pince and he was cackling like a loon. So I wouldn’t be surprised if the whole school knows about it before breakfast.” He finished and sighed, leaning back in the comfortable old armchair by the fire.
“Well, you couldn’t have done much in the library, so it can’t be that bad, right?” Hermione asked suspiciously.
Amadeo smirked, “As Sev said, Filtch and Pince saw everything, ‘the snogging, the oral activity and the fingering.’” He said watching Hermione’s reaction.
“Oh… well…. Er… I don’t know what to say. I think you’re screwed.” She said looking worried.
“I’d say we’re rimmed, plowed, shagged, screwed, sucked and very very fucked.” He replied with a laugh.
Hermione grinned and said, “Well that may be, but you still have to finish your essay for Professor Lucretia. I saw her this evening by the way. She said she was ‘going out for a bite’.”
Amadeo pulled his half finished D.A.D.A essay toward him. “The Mating Rituals of Veela Clans. It would be easy for me if I wanted to do it.” He sighed. “And I bet you anything, Lucretia is sick of the cold blood the elves have been giving her. All vampire’s like a fresh meal.”
“She doesn’t hunt people does she?” Hermione asked. “And just do the bloody essay, you’re part veela, you should like it.”
“Oh yes, I should like writing about the ritualistic orgy that takes place on the week of the twelfth full moon of the year, when they all gather about to do mating dances that make a ‘normal’ person dizzy. And when they become the ferocious creatures that they are I should say that to a ‘normal’ person they do not keep their beauty when to me they seem even more beautiful when their bodies are meshed together so a ‘normal’ person can’t tell one from the other. Should I also go into detail about half veela? How During the mating season they flip out? And how their eyes always go reflective with lust and that their bodies seek it’s mate? Then I could just jot down that I am half veela and that in December I’m going to either have to be tied down or trapped in a room with Draco during the week of the mating ritual. What do you think?” He ask sarcastically at the end of his rant.
Hermione’s eyes were wide as galleons, “Okay… I think I’ll edit what you’ve done thus far to see that you haven’t gone mental and actually written that.” She snatched his parchment and started finishing his essay.
“Thanks Mione, I don’t like the way Lucretia acts toward me sometimes.” He said softly. “It’s like she knows. Oh and she doesn’t hunt people, she hunts animals like the ones that the blood the elves gave her comes from. She just wants fresh blood for once, and I’m guessing the thrill of the hunt is more enticing to her than anything.” He answered her previous question.
“Oh, well. That’s okay, I guess.” She replied. “Okay, here’s your essay. I finished it and fixed one sentence you wrote in the beginning. Now we’d better go up to bed.” She said happily.
Amadeo stood up and put the essay in his bag. “Buona notte, Mione.” He said and they both walked to their dorms.
He opened the door to the room that he shared with, Potter, Weasley, Thomas, Finnigan, and Longbottom. He dropped onto his bed without changing, dreading Harry and Ron’s reactions to Peeves’ news in the morning and before he even thought about closing the curtain to the bed or covering with the blankets he was asleep.
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Amadeo gave the password to the Fat Lady and went into the warmth of the common room. Immediately Hermione jumped up from one of the chairs by the fire.
“Where were you, Amadeo?” She asked alarmed. “Harry and Ron were asking questions. I had to tell them that you were in McGonagall’s office to get them off my case. I only knew you were okay because Blaise contacted me through the mirrors and said that Draco wasn’t back yet either.”
He decided to let Hermione finish her rant before speaking, she’d tire herself out and then be calm enough to talk to. As was the case with Mione.
“… and do you have any idea what could have happened to Blaise if Parkinson found him talking to me in the mirror? Not that the little pug has a right to question Blaise. She likes him, but she doesn’t dare go after him, not when she still fancies Draco. When will you two come out of the closet and let people know about you? That would shut the little cunt up. I can’t stand her, and neither can Blaise from what he says. And do you know what Ronald would do if he saw me talking to Blaise? He’s worse than Harry when it comes to ‘pretty boy Slytherins’. And I don’t really think you’d have to worry about Harry if you decide to come out- and that better be soon because I can’t keep this up- because Ron was talking about the twins being gay and Harry just said, ‘If they’re happy then we should leave them alone. Everyone has a right to love anyone they chose, people shouldn’t dislike them because of it.’ And I already know that Harry’s bisexual, so I think Harry would be on your side, maybe. It is Draco after all, they have a rocky history, but Ron is just being stupid. He’s completely homophobic. That doesn’t matter because if he messes with either of you I’ll curse him myself!” She finished and slumped back into the chair looking at Amadeo across from her.
“Well, Mione, that’s all very nice, and I’m sorry we’ve been putting you under a lot of stress, but you don’t have to worry about it anymore.” He said smirking.
Hermione looked confused and said, “What do you mean? What happened?”
“We were caught in the library, Pince and Filtch had a nice little show. According to Zio Severus they saw everything that happened. A disturbing thought, I know, and you, Mione, do not want to know the details.” He laughed as Hermione rolled her eyes. “Filtch took us to Sev, hoping to get us detention or something, but he didn’t do anything except tell us not to do things like that in a public place. So we’re off the hook for that one, but you know better than I do that Madame Pince can’t keep her mouth shut to save her life. And when we were walking back I saw Peeves in the library with Pince and he was cackling like a loon. So I wouldn’t be surprised if the whole school knows about it before breakfast.” He finished and sighed, leaning back in the comfortable old armchair by the fire.
“Well, you couldn’t have done much in the library, so it can’t be that bad, right?” Hermione asked suspiciously.
Amadeo smirked, “As Sev said, Filtch and Pince saw everything, ‘the snogging, the oral activity and the fingering.’” He said watching Hermione’s reaction.
“Oh… well…. Er… I don’t know what to say. I think you’re screwed.” She said looking worried.
“I’d say we’re rimmed, plowed, shagged, screwed, sucked and very very fucked.” He replied with a laugh.
Hermione grinned and said, “Well that may be, but you still have to finish your essay for Professor Lucretia. I saw her this evening by the way. She said she was ‘going out for a bite’.”
Amadeo pulled his half finished D.A.D.A essay toward him. “The Mating Rituals of Veela Clans. It would be easy for me if I wanted to do it.” He sighed. “And I bet you anything, Lucretia is sick of the cold blood the elves have been giving her. All vampire’s like a fresh meal.”
“She doesn’t hunt people does she?” Hermione asked. “And just do the bloody essay, you’re part veela, you should like it.”
“Oh yes, I should like writing about the ritualistic orgy that takes place on the week of the twelfth full moon of the year, when they all gather about to do mating dances that make a ‘normal’ person dizzy. And when they become the ferocious creatures that they are I should say that to a ‘normal’ person they do not keep their beauty when to me they seem even more beautiful when their bodies are meshed together so a ‘normal’ person can’t tell one from the other. Should I also go into detail about half veela? How During the mating season they flip out? And how their eyes always go reflective with lust and that their bodies seek it’s mate? Then I could just jot down that I am half veela and that in December I’m going to either have to be tied down or trapped in a room with Draco during the week of the mating ritual. What do you think?” He ask sarcastically at the end of his rant.
Hermione’s eyes were wide as galleons, “Okay… I think I’ll edit what you’ve done thus far to see that you haven’t gone mental and actually written that.” She snatched his parchment and started finishing his essay.
“Thanks Mione, I don’t like the way Lucretia acts toward me sometimes.” He said softly. “It’s like she knows. Oh and she doesn’t hunt people, she hunts animals like the ones that the blood the elves gave her comes from. She just wants fresh blood for once, and I’m guessing the thrill of the hunt is more enticing to her than anything.” He answered her previous question.
“Oh, well. That’s okay, I guess.” She replied. “Okay, here’s your essay. I finished it and fixed one sentence you wrote in the beginning. Now we’d better go up to bed.” She said happily.
Amadeo stood up and put the essay in his bag. “Buona notte, Mione.” He said and they both walked to their dorms.
He opened the door to the room that he shared with, Potter, Weasley, Thomas, Finnigan, and Longbottom. He dropped onto his bed without changing, dreading Harry and Ron’s reactions to Peeves’ news in the morning and before he even thought about closing the curtain to the bed or covering with the blankets he was asleep.
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