A New Darkness
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
30
Views:
73,284
Reviews:
133
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 30
Disclaimer: not mine.
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Chapter 30
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Raithos lay in bed the morning of February 2nd, contemplating all that had gone on in the last month. January had flown by faster than him on a firebolt. Arthur and Percy were dead, as well as Molly, who had been Kissed as she’d tried to escape last week. Ron, Bill, Charlie, and Ginny were going to be locked up until they met similar fates. Everyone who’d had a hand in his manipulated childhood was either dead or well on their way.
He and his father now controlled the entire British wizarding world. Zabini made no decisions without consulting one or both of them, as did Snape. The aurors were under their control, as well as the owners of the Prophet and most of the other press venues. Public opinion was on the rise, now that they’d begun seeing the effects of the changes being implemented.
The replacement of several Hogwarts professors had taken place the day before the new term began. Remus stayed on as DADA professor. McGonagall, Flitwick, and Sprout were allowed to retain their positions. After much debate, the potions master from Durmstrang took over the position of Potions professor. Snape had wanted Lucius to fill it, but he’d maintained that his place was at his Lord’s side, to help with the running of things. Various other professors were hired to take the places of Trelawney, Grubbly-Plank, and Binns.
The exams took place during the first week back, and quite a few students failed. Most were muggle-borns. The remaining Creevey brother, six more Gryffindors, thirteen Hufflepuffs, and eight Ravenclaws. No one from Slytherin was found unqualified. The separation of houses was proving to be the best change yet. Since Raithos had Shadows in each of the houses, he had no worries of plots against him.
His Shadows were both loyal and well known, and besides, the wizarding world as a whole was accepting the new rule quite nicely. There were uprisings here and there, but that was only to be expected, and they were taken care of quickly. Those involved with Moody’s plot were executed at Azkaban, setting quite an example for would-be-followers.
Dark Arts classes had been reinstated, and were taught by Pansy Parkinson’s father, who’d given up chief auror for the job. Only certain students were allowed in the class, and were handpicked by the Headmaster. Currently, the class was made up entirely of Shadows. Raithos made sure it would stay that way. It was to take the place of the intensive training program he and Draco had run just months earlier.
Pansy and Blaise had gotten together. Draco and Raithos thought the whole situation to be absolutely hilarious, and took every opportunity they could to make fun of their two lieutenants. They still took care of the day-to-day business for Draco and Raithos. It was set up so that anyone wishing a meeting with the two Slytherins, and it was always with the two of them, never separate, would have to first meet with Pansy or Blaise. This got rid of most of the mundane and insignificant requests of the general public.
But today…today was the day of the wedding. His wedding. To Draco. Raithos sighed and smiled. If someone had told him a year ago that he’d be marrying Draco Malfoy, and that fact would make him the single most happy person on the face of the earth, he would have beaten them with his broom. He giggled as he burrowed his way under his pillow.
‘God I’m such a girl today!’ he though, giggling again.
SPLASH!
“AHH!” Raithos yelled as cold water doused him from neck to toe, the pillow saving his head. He jumped up and whirled around, dripping with the icy water. There was Draco, smug smile on his face, holding an empty bucket.
“What the fuck!”
“Ah, déjà vu. Remember the first time I woke you up like this? You chased me around the mansion for a good half hour before I managed to lock myself in your bedroom,” Draco said dreamily, closing his eyes and leaning against the bedpost.
He looked over at his soon to be husband, noticing an all too familiar glint in his eyes. He began to back slowly away from the bed, edging towards the door.
“Now Raith,” he began, hand out in front of him in an attempt to placate the slowly advancing teen. “It was just a joke. Okay? It’s supposed to be funny.”
Raithos grinned and narrowed his eyes.
“Funny? Oh, I’ll show you funny, Malfoy,” he said before launching himself at Draco, who ran out the door just as Raithos’ fingers touched his arm.
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“Shit, shit, shit,” Draco panted as he ran down the third floor corridor for what seemed like the tenth time in twenty minutes. He’d managed to lose Raithos somewhere around the fourth left turn and he was trying to get back to the bedroom to lock himself in. This time it looked like he was going to make it. He couldn’t hear Raithos’ footsteps behind him any longer.
“There!” he yelled as he skidded into the room, slamming the door shut behind him and throwing up a qulocklocking spell. Draco leaned against the door trying to catch his breath. He jumped as he heard a low chuckle coming from the opposite corner.
“Did you really think you’d lost me Co? Come on, I haven’t been the dumb little Gryffindor for quite awhile,” Raithos said, making his way over to his now cowering fiancé. “You should know, after all, you’re the one who taught me everything I know.”
Draco put on his haughty, arrogant mask. “Of course I know. And it’s about damn time for you to recognize all I’ve done for you, Raith. I do believe you owe me.”
Raithos eyes gleamed as he put hands on either side of Draco’s head, effectively trapping him against the door.
‘Uh-oh, big mistake there,’ Draco thought as Raithos leaned in for a rough kiss, nipping and biting at Draco’s lips. Just as Draco slid his hands up Raithos’ bare back, a harsh knock sounded at the door.
“Draco?” Lucius said loudly. “It’s time for you two to come down and get dressed. Your mother is throwing a fit. Apparently you told her you’d be ready by noon for the photographer, and it’s almost one. If you don’t get down there in two minutes, I’ll blow this door off its hinges because frankly, I am tired of being yelled at for your mistakes!”
Raithos groaned and dropped his head to Draco’s shoulder, which was currently shaking with suppressed laughter.
“Yes father, we’ll be right down,” Draco gasped out, smothering a snicker.
Raithos pulled back slightly, staring into amused gray eyes.
“I’m suddenly having trouble remembering why we agreed to live here after the wedding. The reason seems to be buried somewhere under all the memories of us being interrupted at exactly the wrong moment.”
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Two hours and hundres of pictures later found Raithos and Draco standing outside the massive doors to the hall, taking a few last moments together before the ceremony. They were dressed in ceremonial robes made of black silk, perfectly tailored over black trousers and silk shirts. The robes were both edged in silver, with high collars and open fronts.
“Nervous?” Draco asked.
“You wish,” Raithos replied, grinning.
They were silent for a few minutes, both obviously nervous, but neither willing to admit it.
“We’ve been here like this so many times in the past months, haven’t we?” Draco asked quietly, looking at the doors in front of him.
“Yes. And every time except the first, you’ve been here with me,” Raithos replied, finally looking over at Draco. “Always coming up with some snarky remark to keep me from thinking too much. Some backhanded comment or insult to keep me from worrying, or being nervous, or running away.”
Draco smiled. “Well, to tell you the truth, a lot of times it was keeping me from doing the same thing.” He paused for a minute. “And don’t you ever tell anyone I said that, or I swear, no sex for a month!” He paused again. “Ok, well at least a week!”
Raithos laughed and grabbed Draco’s hand. “You know we get cake afterwards?”
Draco looked over at his smiling soon-to-be spouse and raised a hand up to brush away a wild strand of dark hair.
“Yes. Chocolate cake. With chocolate icing and raspberry filling,” he said as the doors slowly before them.
Raithos squeezed Draco’s hand tightly as they walked down the isle.
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A/N: There it is! Done! Wow, its so strange, finishing a story. I feel like I drew this one out just so I didn’t have to end it. Now, I want honest opinions here, what did you guys really think? This was my very first fanfic attempt, and the first thing I’ve written other than research papers since high school. Criticism will be taken gladly and app to to future works. I know I promised a wedding, but when I got to the chocolate cake line, it just seemed like the perfect place to end. Nice and fluffy and sweet.
Thank you to everyone who reviewed.
Lilysunshine
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Chapter 30
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Raithos lay in bed the morning of February 2nd, contemplating all that had gone on in the last month. January had flown by faster than him on a firebolt. Arthur and Percy were dead, as well as Molly, who had been Kissed as she’d tried to escape last week. Ron, Bill, Charlie, and Ginny were going to be locked up until they met similar fates. Everyone who’d had a hand in his manipulated childhood was either dead or well on their way.
He and his father now controlled the entire British wizarding world. Zabini made no decisions without consulting one or both of them, as did Snape. The aurors were under their control, as well as the owners of the Prophet and most of the other press venues. Public opinion was on the rise, now that they’d begun seeing the effects of the changes being implemented.
The replacement of several Hogwarts professors had taken place the day before the new term began. Remus stayed on as DADA professor. McGonagall, Flitwick, and Sprout were allowed to retain their positions. After much debate, the potions master from Durmstrang took over the position of Potions professor. Snape had wanted Lucius to fill it, but he’d maintained that his place was at his Lord’s side, to help with the running of things. Various other professors were hired to take the places of Trelawney, Grubbly-Plank, and Binns.
The exams took place during the first week back, and quite a few students failed. Most were muggle-borns. The remaining Creevey brother, six more Gryffindors, thirteen Hufflepuffs, and eight Ravenclaws. No one from Slytherin was found unqualified. The separation of houses was proving to be the best change yet. Since Raithos had Shadows in each of the houses, he had no worries of plots against him.
His Shadows were both loyal and well known, and besides, the wizarding world as a whole was accepting the new rule quite nicely. There were uprisings here and there, but that was only to be expected, and they were taken care of quickly. Those involved with Moody’s plot were executed at Azkaban, setting quite an example for would-be-followers.
Dark Arts classes had been reinstated, and were taught by Pansy Parkinson’s father, who’d given up chief auror for the job. Only certain students were allowed in the class, and were handpicked by the Headmaster. Currently, the class was made up entirely of Shadows. Raithos made sure it would stay that way. It was to take the place of the intensive training program he and Draco had run just months earlier.
Pansy and Blaise had gotten together. Draco and Raithos thought the whole situation to be absolutely hilarious, and took every opportunity they could to make fun of their two lieutenants. They still took care of the day-to-day business for Draco and Raithos. It was set up so that anyone wishing a meeting with the two Slytherins, and it was always with the two of them, never separate, would have to first meet with Pansy or Blaise. This got rid of most of the mundane and insignificant requests of the general public.
But today…today was the day of the wedding. His wedding. To Draco. Raithos sighed and smiled. If someone had told him a year ago that he’d be marrying Draco Malfoy, and that fact would make him the single most happy person on the face of the earth, he would have beaten them with his broom. He giggled as he burrowed his way under his pillow.
‘God I’m such a girl today!’ he though, giggling again.
SPLASH!
“AHH!” Raithos yelled as cold water doused him from neck to toe, the pillow saving his head. He jumped up and whirled around, dripping with the icy water. There was Draco, smug smile on his face, holding an empty bucket.
“What the fuck!”
“Ah, déjà vu. Remember the first time I woke you up like this? You chased me around the mansion for a good half hour before I managed to lock myself in your bedroom,” Draco said dreamily, closing his eyes and leaning against the bedpost.
He looked over at his soon to be husband, noticing an all too familiar glint in his eyes. He began to back slowly away from the bed, edging towards the door.
“Now Raith,” he began, hand out in front of him in an attempt to placate the slowly advancing teen. “It was just a joke. Okay? It’s supposed to be funny.”
Raithos grinned and narrowed his eyes.
“Funny? Oh, I’ll show you funny, Malfoy,” he said before launching himself at Draco, who ran out the door just as Raithos’ fingers touched his arm.
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“Shit, shit, shit,” Draco panted as he ran down the third floor corridor for what seemed like the tenth time in twenty minutes. He’d managed to lose Raithos somewhere around the fourth left turn and he was trying to get back to the bedroom to lock himself in. This time it looked like he was going to make it. He couldn’t hear Raithos’ footsteps behind him any longer.
“There!” he yelled as he skidded into the room, slamming the door shut behind him and throwing up a qulocklocking spell. Draco leaned against the door trying to catch his breath. He jumped as he heard a low chuckle coming from the opposite corner.
“Did you really think you’d lost me Co? Come on, I haven’t been the dumb little Gryffindor for quite awhile,” Raithos said, making his way over to his now cowering fiancé. “You should know, after all, you’re the one who taught me everything I know.”
Draco put on his haughty, arrogant mask. “Of course I know. And it’s about damn time for you to recognize all I’ve done for you, Raith. I do believe you owe me.”
Raithos eyes gleamed as he put hands on either side of Draco’s head, effectively trapping him against the door.
‘Uh-oh, big mistake there,’ Draco thought as Raithos leaned in for a rough kiss, nipping and biting at Draco’s lips. Just as Draco slid his hands up Raithos’ bare back, a harsh knock sounded at the door.
“Draco?” Lucius said loudly. “It’s time for you two to come down and get dressed. Your mother is throwing a fit. Apparently you told her you’d be ready by noon for the photographer, and it’s almost one. If you don’t get down there in two minutes, I’ll blow this door off its hinges because frankly, I am tired of being yelled at for your mistakes!”
Raithos groaned and dropped his head to Draco’s shoulder, which was currently shaking with suppressed laughter.
“Yes father, we’ll be right down,” Draco gasped out, smothering a snicker.
Raithos pulled back slightly, staring into amused gray eyes.
“I’m suddenly having trouble remembering why we agreed to live here after the wedding. The reason seems to be buried somewhere under all the memories of us being interrupted at exactly the wrong moment.”
--
Two hours and hundres of pictures later found Raithos and Draco standing outside the massive doors to the hall, taking a few last moments together before the ceremony. They were dressed in ceremonial robes made of black silk, perfectly tailored over black trousers and silk shirts. The robes were both edged in silver, with high collars and open fronts.
“Nervous?” Draco asked.
“You wish,” Raithos replied, grinning.
They were silent for a few minutes, both obviously nervous, but neither willing to admit it.
“We’ve been here like this so many times in the past months, haven’t we?” Draco asked quietly, looking at the doors in front of him.
“Yes. And every time except the first, you’ve been here with me,” Raithos replied, finally looking over at Draco. “Always coming up with some snarky remark to keep me from thinking too much. Some backhanded comment or insult to keep me from worrying, or being nervous, or running away.”
Draco smiled. “Well, to tell you the truth, a lot of times it was keeping me from doing the same thing.” He paused for a minute. “And don’t you ever tell anyone I said that, or I swear, no sex for a month!” He paused again. “Ok, well at least a week!”
Raithos laughed and grabbed Draco’s hand. “You know we get cake afterwards?”
Draco looked over at his smiling soon-to-be spouse and raised a hand up to brush away a wild strand of dark hair.
“Yes. Chocolate cake. With chocolate icing and raspberry filling,” he said as the doors slowly before them.
Raithos squeezed Draco’s hand tightly as they walked down the isle.
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A/N: There it is! Done! Wow, its so strange, finishing a story. I feel like I drew this one out just so I didn’t have to end it. Now, I want honest opinions here, what did you guys really think? This was my very first fanfic attempt, and the first thing I’ve written other than research papers since high school. Criticism will be taken gladly and app to to future works. I know I promised a wedding, but when I got to the chocolate cake line, it just seemed like the perfect place to end. Nice and fluffy and sweet.
Thank you to everyone who reviewed.
Lilysunshine