All I Ever Wanted

DISCLAIMER: Warning! I make no claim to any property of J.K. Rowling's, and am in no way profiting by this. I do offer her my sincerest thanks for allowing us this garden of the mind in which we play. Further Warning! This story...and likely any I ever write...are dominated by gay themes and characters. That's how it is, if this in any way makes you uncomfortable...do not read further.

"All I Ever Wanted" chap. 32 'The Pheonix Rises'

Draco and Harry barely made it back to the Great Hall for lunch, and even that was spent mainly on Draco giddily showing off Harry in the new outfit to every one he knew. Although the consensus was that Harry looked dead sexy and Draco was the luckiest bastard on the face of the planet it was also fairly obvious that Draco had just been shagged half witless. Many of the compliments passed that day were carrying an undertone of severe jealousy. A few rumors even suggested that Draco was slowly turning Harry to the side of Dark Wizardry, but at least no one took those seriously.

The boys bolted down a lunch as quickly as possible and made their way back to their sanctum. They found a house elf delivered missive from Dumbledore waiting for them when they arrived. Harry flipped it open and read it, frowning a little at the timing. Draco waited patiently until Harry finally spoke. "The Order is meeting, tonight. We'll both have to go into the dungeons, this meeting is here in Hogwarts. The letter didn't say much, but Dumbledore has news about the war and we'll all need to hear it. Looks like tonight you get to meet the gang, or at least those who don't have duties elsewhere."

"I'll assume you know where we're going, Harry, and that reminds me...last week in Hogsmeade I saw an awful lot of Aurors on the streets, even in plain clothes they still stand out. It's coming isn't it...soon...the Dark Lord will try something soon won't he." Draco was worried by a lot of things about this. The risk to himself and Harry, the danger of the school itself being attacked, the threat of pre-emptive strike...for instance as revenge against 'traitors' who wouldn't follow their father and wound up literally sleeping with the 'enemy'. If he were caught, Draco would be in more danger of prolonged torture than death. Death Eaters carried hard grudges!

Harry hung his head down quietly. He felt a hundred years old for a moment. "Yeah...I'll be ready though. I have a lot more to fight for now." Harry raised his head and looked into the soft grey of his lover's worried eyes. "Draco, don't worry over it. Even the Prophecy hints at me destroying Voldemort, it may not be ironclad, but there's a lot going for our side that you may not have known about before, maybe tonight you'll get a good look at what Voldemort is up against. I hope you'll feel better when you realize how many people have an axe to grind with the self titled Dark Lord. You're one of us so I can tell a few things right off. There are a lot of very powerful wizards and witches backing us, some scattered all over the world, but most right here, and some of Voldemort's servants aren't as 'loyal' as he'd like to think. Plus Dumbledore has a few tricks up his sleeve yet. I really think we'll win this, I just want you to feel that, too."

Draco made up his mind in that instant. Fear was how Voldemort gained his power...and he was never giving that bastard another iota of power again. He swore an oath to himself at that moment that there would be no looking back or fear to taint his time with Harry, whether they lived or not every minute would be a memory of them united as one and unafraid. "I believe it, Harry. Really. In fact, I think Voldy hasn't the faintest bloody clue how many new shapes your going to kick his ass into! I know I'm not the cheerleader type but I believe in you, Harry. Absolutely and completely."

Harry looked relieved, "Thanks, love, I mean it. You know I hate to think of you worrying. Mmmm...one thing though," Draco looked up waiting for Harry's question...,"are you sure you couldn't be the cheerleader type? I mean a little skirt and a sweater would look really cute on you soo...". That's when the pillow hit Harry in the face. Then it was on. In the aftermath of their fluffy and soft warfare they lay panting and giggling. Draco bragged of coming out victorious in two pillow fights in one day, and explained his crushing defeat of all comers in the Slytherin throw down that morning. Harry lapped up the sound of a his lover's happy voice in silence, smiling all the while. At the moment, nothing could spoil their peace and comfort. Behind these walls they were as free as two people could ever be in this world and they squeezed the most from the opportunities they had.

They studied together, Draco helping Harry with Potions and Harry helping Draco with Charms. The classwork expected of them was slowly increasing as the year had progressed, as was normal for 7th year students approaching their final exams, and at least with Harry and Draco their mutual strengths and weaknesses were ideally matched. Each was invaluable to the other when it came to their studies. Studying, however, did not exhaust all their time. The game of 'footsie' beneath the table slowly grew out of control until finally Draco slipped beneath the table and out of sight. Harry wasn't at all surprised by the soft tug at his zipper a second later and simply parted his legs to clear the way for his lover. It was Draco's game and he played along without complaint. Not that soft hands pulling him free of imprisoning boxers and warm, wet lips starting a gentle lapping suction would EVER have elicited complaint from Harry! What did catch him off guard was the sudden tight warmth of Draco's throat sliding almost all of Harry's erection down it. Amazing! Harry reeled under the waves of pleasure that came of this special attention. He slid back a little in his chair, jaw slack and eyes closed, just enjoying the depths of sensation.

A gentle hand slid up his boxers and traced along his inner thigh. Questing and restless fingers found their way to Harry's balls and cupped them gently, a knuckle brushing against the muscles just below there. Harry gasped and breathed deep again, trying to hold out a little longer and get the most from this, but when the hand withdrew and a spit slicked finger slithered it's way to his already straining groin Harry let loose a sigh of naked lust. That finger was working it's magic, massaging gently and teasing skillfuly, opening him and searching after a place Harry knew well would tip him quickly over the edge. Draco felt Harry relax enough for the final step...and curled that skillful finger just so, gently rubbing that oh so magical spot while his mouth labored over the head of Harry's cock. If his mouth hadn't been so busy...or so full...Draco would have smiled in satisfaction when Harry's legs began to clench and shake. When the moment came he was ready, every drop that crossed his tongue was quickly swallowed to make way for the next thick spurt. Harry grunted and clenched around Draco's still working finger. Draco drained his boyfriend of every drop he could offer, merciless to the last, pulling away only when Harry's softening member had nothing left to give and Harry himself lay draped back across his chair smiling ear to ear.

That took the edge off the tension and kept them focused until supper. They dined at their table in the Great Hall and watched the staff closely. No one could ever have told who among them stood with the Order without actually belonging to it themselves. Dumbledore was obvious, but Draco never saw a sign that any other other members of the staff held a secret of that magnitude. The realization that many people were gathering under the banner of Harry Potter surprised and pleased him. If he hadn't seen the signs of strong organized opposition to Voldemort it was very possible that even Voldemort himself was ignorant of how many were arrayed against him. Supper passed, and shortly after Draco and Harry donned the Invisibility Cloak and set off on the way to the dungeons. Thanks to Harry's Map they avoided Filch by a wide margin and entered the lower dungeons without difficulty.

Harry let Draco provide slight illumination from his wand, while Harry led the way to the long abandoned rooms used by the Order. Mad Eye Moody and Kingsley Shacklebolt were guarding the entrance until all arrived and greeted Harry warmly, though Mad Eye, however well informed of Draco's recent oath, still scowled and stared intently at the blonde. The name Malfoy would be hard to overcome amongst Aurors, and it would simply take a little more time. At least Shacklebolt had the grace to offer condolences on Lucius' fate, even though he didn't actually feel any reget for Lucius himself.

Draco and Harry entered the crowded room and looked upon the crowd. Dumbledore and McGonagall were in the center, surrounded by a knot of Weasleys and a string of Aurors. Draco made out familiar faces from Hogwarts, Hogsmeade, and many other parts of the Wizarding community. Many eyes fell on him with distaste, but a narrow majority seemed to only look at him speculatively, as if to say "Show us you're worthy." It was a dare Draco would take any day. Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger entered the room just after them and joined the throng, and then finally Severus Snape walked in, his usual scowl firmly in place. That one caught Draco by surprise. He gaped a moment until Snape turned that scowl on him, then he closed his mouth and returned to paying attention to Harry's hand, which he was holding just a bit tighter than was really necessary.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley walked up to them looking cheerful but pensive. Mr. Weasley started off by chatting Harry up about his grades and such, then made a polite segue to asking for a formal introduction to Harry's friend. It was pure pretense, as they knew full well who Draco was, but old Wizarding manners weren't dead at the Weasleys, just stowed away and brought out for company now and again. Draco was flattered and followed the old etiquette for introduction between old houses. The compliment he offered was honest and sincere, essentially a repeat of what he had said weeks before. Molly nearly blushed when being profoundly thanked by a Malfoy, and just for looking after Harry a bit. Her compliment to Draco in kind was perhaps a bit flustered and stilted, but made it clear that she felt that Harry knew best, and that if Draco was Harry's 'friend' then Draco was welcome among the Weasleys as well. Mr. Weasley, on the other hand, was outgoing and downright cheerful about meeting Draco Malfoy at a gathering of the Order and offered high praise to Draco for having the courage to join. All in all it wasn't a bad start, even Fred and George were fairly easygoing to Draco, but still made a few wisecracks out of adult earshot that made Harry and Draco blush crimson.

Fred was smirking wickedly, "Look Georgie, wee Malfoy's made of tougher stuff than any of us thought! He's Harry's boyfriend AND he's not in a wheelchair or limping!"

"Why bless my socks! I believe you're right! Either he knows a good shrinking charm for Harry or a great stretching charm for 'imself." George and Fred burst into barely concealed snickers and Draco was on the edge of his comeback when Dumbledore called everyone to attention and began to speak.

"I know that there has been little visible activity by Death Eaters of late, but let me assure you all that there is much we should be concerned with. A number of high profile wizards long suspected of alliance with The Dark Lord have taken leave of their estates. Their whereabouts are as yet unknown. My own recent travels have revealed Death eater activity in Wizarding communities around the globe. I have prepared our allies as best I could and will remain in contact with them as often as I can, but I believe our enemy will strike in many places at the same time, possibly within the next few months or sooner. Such a plan smacks very much of his arrogance and sense of grandeur. For our part I have recovered certain texts from the estates of Nicholas Flamel that suggest a possibility even The Dark Lord may not be prepared for, this I shall speak of later with you, Harry." Harry nodded solemnly and gave Draco's hand a small squeeze for comfort.

Dumbledore continued. "For the safety of Hogwarts and Hogsmeade I have requested a large contingent of Aurors be placed on duty at all hours. They will be remaining in street clothes to avoid easy notice and will not act unless an attack actually comes. There may be 'false' attacks elsewhere but I believe these will be no more than feints to bluff our forces away from the castle. The Dark Lord knows full well that unless he reaches Harry his efforts are for naught. Whatever he does, as long as Harry is here he must center his attack here or in Hogsmeade. Professor McGonagall and Mr. Moody will take over the training of our modest Army while I prepare Harry for some unique magical training. Bill and Charlie Weasley and Hagrid will be training our 'irregulars' on the edge of the Forbidden forest over the next few weeks. The rest shall return to your families and jobs and maintain your cover. I have set several of you to the task of making devices that communicate to others that an attack has come. These shall be distributed throughout our allies when the time comes. A series of portkeys to specific areas and the establishment of 'safe' apparition points will be established shortly after, so that we might muster our full strength for a counter attack within minutes. Although I fear for our students safety, this war endangers us all equally. Unless there is sound reason to suspect an attack, visits to Hogsmeade shall still be permitted, but will be restricted to Saturday and Sunday only, and then only for sixth and seventh year students from now until I decide otherwise. That is all that requires discussion now, our next gathering will be one week from today, at this location."

Albus' stern sounding voice paused a moment and then he spoke in a lighter tone, eyes twinkling faintly. "Before we depart I should like to introduce our newest member before anyone thinks me remiss. You may have already noticed that Draco, soon to be Lord Malfoy is among us tonight and shall be with us from now on. I encourage you all to welcome him with open arms, as I believe quite completely in his fidelity and personal courage. Whatever suspicions may have lingered in your minds you may put aside, as I assure you he would not be here tonight if I did not trust him implicitly. I thank you all, and do be most cautious until we meet again."

With that the meeting disbanded as some left quickly and others broke into small clusters. Ron and Hermione joined Harry and Draco as the crowd thinned. Hermione looked excited. "Unique magical training? Harry, did he tell you anything yet? I'd love to know what kind of spell he's got in mind."

Ron seemed chipper, he always felt a little better around the Order...since a good number of it's founders were his family. "It's gotta be something really good! Something the Dark Prat won't even see coming! Be perfect if he came up cackling and all smarmy an just got his clock cleaned by the first spell off your lips! Maybe not as funny as you finishing him off with wine an candles, but still good by me!" Draco looked confused by the last comment, and when the jokes they'd cracked before were shared by them he hissed in mock anger.

"Out of the question! I'm not sharing this with anyone, not even to save the world. Harry will NOT be the Order's gigolo as long as I have any say in it!"

"Relax, love," Harry whispered, rubbing Draco's shoulders and placing a single soft kiss on his neck, "I can't imagine even wanting someone else. You've gone and ruined me, I don't even think I could look at another person and keep a straight face."

Hermione tapped Harry's shoulder, "Dumbledore's on his way over. Let's see what's up."

All faces turned expectantly to Albus Dumbledore. "You may all stay a moment, what I have to say is not restricted to Harry's ears alone. The texts I mentioned earlier are quite old, just copies of copies, really. They regarded a particular grimiore written long ago, lost to us for centuries. In the papers of Flamel's estate I came upon records that confirmed the book's existence and implied that at least one attempt was made to copy it. It took some research but I believe both books are here in England. It took considerable time and effort to follow the sales between estates and the inventories that took place when old houses passed to new hands, but I have tracked the remaining copies as closely as I could. I suspect that Voldemort possesses the incomplete translation that belonged to a family allied with him. The other copy, Mr. Malfoy, was purchased by your grandfather.

You and Harry will be granted permission to leave Hogwarts Wednesday, although for reasons I regret. When your duty as heir is done, I ask that you visit your estate as the new Lord and order an immediate and complete inventory of all books. I seem to recall the Malfoy library holds many rare and precious texts, and if you have a full list of them I shall review them and see if the complete copy is there. By mindful of the title...'The Grimiore Of Legernorm the Wise'. Should you come upon it, bring it to me immediately, otherwise just bring me the inventory list and I shall check it myself.

Once we have the full grimiore I can begin training Harry immediately. All I can tell you now is that the spells contained therein are exceptionally difficult but involve the channeling and control of raw magical energy from the very world around you. If Harry masters this kind of magic he may well be able to strip Voldemort of the power to cast spells.

I must go now, I shall return on Wednesday afternoon, but for now I have many visits to make to our more distant allies. Harry, your lesson for Tuesday shall be with Professor Snape instead of myself. Do your best and I know that I shall be glad to see you again in a few days."

With that Dumbledore clapped Harry on the shoulders while Harry nodded earnestly, smiled with twinkling eyes on last time and left. The cluster of teens spoke quietly for a few minutes, mulling over the news, then split apart and headed back to their quarters for the night. Draco knew his confidence hadn't been misplaced. The Order had plans that the Dark Lord couldn't easily foresee, and Harry was about to learn some serious old magic if he could just get the right book.

When they reached their room they chatted cheerfully of the week to come, it might be marred by Lucius' fate, but there was hope for the future and they held to that hope with all their hearts.