Familiar

A/N…hey guys I know its been a while and I’m really sorry. I was in a funk where I didn’t want to write for a while and if I try and force myself to write during these times what I write is pure and utter crap. Then I had a wedding to go to and a few family matters to deal with but I’m back now.

Thank you to everyone who reviewed.


Heksy…hey hun thanks for the cookies. The idea of having his parents talk to him at Halloween is something I thought of very early on, shortly after the curse idea came about, it all fitted together well. Or at least I think so. I thought Sirius going over to Draco was something he’d definitely do and I think its essential that Draco realises that there is someone related to him who’ll support his decision.

Katt…If I’m honest I didn’t really think about Sal and Godric coming through the flames, just cos I’d decided early on that I wanted the answer to come from them but in a different way, hence the portrait. I try not to write the obvious or most expected thing, because that’s what I like to read, if you figure it all out before the end its no fun.

Jan…Now the memory is something that I particularly hate, but I think it explains a lot and it’s a necessary part of the plot. The memory will be revealed in a few chaps time. Maybe three or four chapters. A lesson with Severus didn’t fit into this chapter, so you’ll find out his reaction to James’s comments in the next chapter.

Jim…I’ve added you to my update list, so if you don’t get an email let me know. Unfortunately Dumbledore’s still in control at the moment but I’m also curious to how everyone will react when they learn the truth. What were his motives? Will some people side with him? We’ll have to wait and see.

Ero…lol, sorry about there being so little information about the Draco but once they get the book they’ll probably find out a lot more. The craving for raw meat is actually from both the Draco and the Cat Demon side. Technically the Dark Elf is an omnivore, like humans. Meaning it eats both meat, vedge and other things, but the desire for the vedgetables and things seems to be overwhelmed by the love of meat. Maybe that will change someday but for now Harry’s almost totally carnivore. I liked the Sirius and Draco part too.


Thank you to everyone else who reviewed…

Thrnbrooke, PotionsPet, Lady Sloane, Kheth, and DracoXxXHarrY17.


Chapter 37: Parseltongue


Harry Potter had never been so nervous before a Quidditch match in his life, well, not since first year at any rate but right now he wasn’t a first year and Draco wasn’t a first year and that was definitely distracting.

Draco of course was having the same problem but luckily for him he had all those years of wearing the patented Malfoy mask to fall back on and he was using it mercilessly today. If he didn’t he was sure he’d just fly up to Harry and start fondling the Gryffindor’s wonderful backside.
Ok Draco that’s enough of that, think of something else, anything else. Flash of red and gold. Harry’s hair, his eyes, his…NO! Keep your bloody mind on the game damn it!

‘GRYFFINDOR SCORES!’ The voice yelled. Crap!

‘Beautiful move by Gryffindor Chaser Seamus Finnigan. Gryffindor lead Slytherin 50 points to 10!’

The cheering from the Gryffindor stands grew in volume while the sea of green clad supporters at the other end booed and hissed.

‘And its Slytherin in possession, Nott passes the Quaffle to Zabini, narrowly avoids a bludger…HE SAVED IT! YES!, spectacular save by Gryffindor Keeper Weasley…’

High above the game Harry Potter was floating around on his broom, he was keeping a sharp eye out for the snitch while trying to avoid staring at a head of white blonde hair. With his ears still ringing from Ron’s shouted demands not to let anything distract him, he had tried to ignore his mate but it wasn’t easy.

And if that wasn’t bad enough something odd had happened to him the moment he passed the 50ft high goal hoops. Harry had always loved flying; there had never been a time when he didn’t feel at home in the air. Well today, today that had seemed to go one step further. The moment he had passed that marker, the moment when the noises of the crowds seemed to fade and even the voice of the fourth year who had replaced Luna Lovegood as announcer had become distant and remote Harry had felt his blood sing. He just wanted to ignore the game and keep going higher and higher. He felt an inexplicable desire to fly into the clouds and not come down again, well, only to see Draco.

He knew it was more ‘Creature stuff’ as he termed it and hoped that once he had his feet back on the ground the feeling would lessen.

‘SLYTHERIN SCORE!’

Harry made the mistake of looking towards the Slytherin end of the pitch and seeing a flash of white blonde hair. His heart skipped a beat when an image of Draco came to mind, his lean legs astride a broom, his hair wind blown and his face flushed, his slender hands holding the wood in a strong grip, his hands sliding up and down the polished handle as he changed direction...

Ok ok think of Hagrid, think of Hagrid. This was so not the place to have a hard on…brooms weren’t the most comfortable surface for that sort of thing.

Despite himself he looked again and was instantly turned off.

Lucius Malfoy was sat in the stands watching his son play. Harry couldn’t believe the nerve of the man, coming to Hogwarts when he had tried so hard to kill her students over the years. Other people seemed to have the same opinion as there was a notable space around the Malfoy Lord, no doubt making it easier for Harry to notice him from the other side of the pitch. The Ministry may have let him off but the general public weren’t so sure.

Harry hadn’t seen the snitch once yet. Usually the little thing appeared for a moment or so before darting off and getting lost again in all the action. Then again he had been a little more distracted than he usually was, what with Draco and the new and strange desire just to fly off.

If that wasn’t enough his back was itching again as well. It kept doing it every so often and it was really pissing him off right now. He could exactly take his hands off the handle and scratch at sixty foot in the air.

‘FOUL! That has to be a penalty. And yes it is, penalty to Gryffindor for cobbing, excessive use of elbows. Come on Thomas, come on…YES HE SCORES! Gryffindor lead 70 to 20!’

Huh, must have missed one.

He headed over to the Slytherin end, he knew Draco was tailing him now but the blonde was making sure he was staying well back as well. Neither of them wanted to be distracted or do anything that people would question. There were way too many people here, one never knew with Quidditch matches who was hiding out in the stands. And with Draco’s father here it was even more dangerous. If that man noticed anything Draco would be in serious trouble, even though Draco was of age now in the Wizarding world his Dad still had control of his life until the end of the school year. With Harry being an orphan there was no one to worry about. The Dursleys being relatives could have had some say if they weren’t muggles, they didn’t count as they had no real knowledge of the wizarding world. His Godfather Remus was the only one who had a say in his life and since Remus liked him, he wasn’t worried about anything he wanted Harry to do.

But either way they still had to be careful.

‘Gryffindor in possession, Chaser Weasley passes to Finnigan, back to Weasley, Thomas…Ooh bludger! That had to hurt…and he’s ok but he’s lost the Quaffle. Slytherin now in possession…’

But Harry wasn’t listening there by the Gryffindor goal was the snitch. He accelerated quickly, hoping to end this torture soon. His heart was in his throat as he forced the Firebolt to go faster than he ever had before. Unfortunately Draco had been between him and the snitch and had been able to stay ahead of him, but he was quickly catching up.

They were racing neck and neck now after the snitch which had dived a few moments before they reached it. They were heading to the ground now…Harry slowly inching forward…when he felt Draco’s broom collide with his tail end and send him spinning.

Shit!

He righted himself quickly and forced his broom to catch up. He knew Draco had to act this way in front of a crowd, especially when it contained his Father but he was still pissed off that his mate had to resort to the dirty tricks again.

He zigzagged through the Gryffindor chasers, avoiding them as much as the Quaffle they were throwing. Only to pull up short when he was clear…Draco had lost the snitch.

Casting a quick glance about Harry couldn’t spot it, the little bugger had disappeared. Sighing to himself he turned his broom handle straight up and rose until he was above the goalposts again before levelling out.

Draco had done the same, they were both up there trying to avoid each others eye but again Draco had expectations to live up to. Unfortunately!

‘Disappointed Scarhead?’ Draco called.

‘Sod off Malfoy!’ the reply nearly killed him, but he forced himself to say it. He could have said much worse but he didn’t know what he’d be like after saying it. It was bad enough telling his mate to sod off, without saying anything else.

He felt a soft fluttering behind his ear and reached his hand up and grabbed it, a moment later he had to roll out of the way of Draco’s broom, who’d obviously seen the snitch but reacted too late to catch it before Harry did. He felt the wing beats against his hand and knew he’d caught it without hearing the cheers or the commentator. No he was looking at Draco, who was also staring at him. It was almost like one of those moments you see on TV where everything stops and the couples just kiss.

Luckily for them a bludger came pelting out of nowhere aimed right for his head. He dodged it quick and darted an angry glance at the Slytherins and found Blaise Zabini looking at him from his position next to the beater Gregory Goyle. Blaise was still staring at him even though he was getting a severe tongue lashing from Madam Hooch.

Harry realized what they’d almost done and cringed inwardly, that would have definitely given everything away.


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Instead of heading back up to the common room Harry went straight to the ROR. He wasn’t bothered about the party but he knew he’d have to make an appearance eventually. He’d have plenty of time later to see his friends but right now he wanted to see Draco.

He had something he wanted to discuss with his mate.

The last few days had been interesting to say the least. Seeing his parents together and what they’d said had made him think about what he wanted and he’d decided that he wanted to be like them. Bonded, together, he wanted that. But it was dangerous, dangerous for his mate. So over the last few days he had spent almost every moment he could looking for that hidden chamber with its painting that he’d been told about. At the moment they were at an impasse, they couldn’t move forward, they’re only lead was the book in Salazar’s hands. And apparently the only way to get to it was to find a portrait in a hidden room only accessible by Parseltongue, wasn’t that easy!

He, Draco and Ron, often accompanied by Blaise had spent every spare minute they could scouting the Castle for hidden snakes. They hadn’t had much success, oh they’d found a few snakes alright but the rooms that they lead to hadn’t given them any answers. They’d found a potions lab and storage room that would make Sev salivate, unfortunately they couldn’t tell the man about it yet.

And Harry definitely wasn’t looking forward to the day he could actually tell him about it, what with the rarity of some of the ingredients that had been there he was sure that Sev would likely kill him for not telling him the moment he had found it. Luckily they were all under preservation charms and wouldn’t spoil before he could actually tell him, because if those charms weren’t there then Sev really would have had his hide.

The only other snake they’d found had led to a private library. Unfortunately all of the books had been cleared out, probably by Voldemort when he was at the school.

He’d even snuck down and rechecked the Chamber. It had been strange going back down there again. In second year he’d promised himself that he’d never be going back but now, he seemed to be spending increasing amounts of time down there. But this time the place had bothered him more, maybe because this time he had gone down alone again. That hadn’t exactly the smartest thing he’d ever done. But he didn’t want to take Krai, the snake hadn’t been the same since Harry had found him at Hagrid’s.

And Harry found himself missing his familiar almost as much as he had done when the snake was lost. It was times like these, when he was alone that he and Krai would chat over what was happening. The silence in his mind was depressing him but Krai still didn’t have the strength for this. His familiar was only able to rouse himself for Harry’s weekly lessons with Severus and Remus. They sometimes spoke on a night but conversations were often slow and short. He really did miss it. All he could do was hope that eventually things would be back to normal.

Draco was already there when he got to the room; as usual it was a comfy cross between the Gryffindor and Slytherin common rooms. Draco was sprawled out on a couch watching him. He could tell Harry was nervous about something and as always when a person you loved acted strange you immediately thought the worst and Draco was no different.

Was Harry upset with the way he had acted at the match? He’d had to do it. They had to still pretend. Sometimes he even wondered if telling the DA had been a mistake but so far everything was alright, but they couldn’t tell anyone else and Harry understood that, didn’t he?

‘Hey beautiful.’ Harry smiled as he crossed the room and straddled Draco’s hips. Their kiss was passionate yet sweet no different than the others they had shared and for a moment Draco forgot his fears.

How could he not when Harry was against him like this. The warmth of Harry’s body atop his was something that Draco craved, something he couldn’t get enough of. He wanted Harry, wanted him above him, in him…it didn’t matter he just wanted him and he was sick of everything and nothing forcing them apart. Dumbledore, Voldemort, Harry’s own worry, surely they could still be together and find a way around all those things.

‘Draco.’ Harry said pulling back from the kiss. ‘I wanted to ask you something.’

Draco looked up at Harry, who was laying over him propped up on his elbows and felt his fears return. He hid it behind a smile though.

‘Well ask away love, I can’t exactly go anywhere anyway.’ He said dryly. Harry just smirked but he soon came back to the point.

‘Draco, I’ve been thinking…’

‘Well that’s something new.’

Harry smiled. ‘Don’t Draco I’m trying to be serious here.’

‘Sorry.’ Draco said still smiling.

Harry sighed. ‘What am I going to do with you?’

Draco’s smile turned into a mischievous smirk. ‘What you’re going to do is this. You’re going to forget about this silly idea you have of keeping me safe by not taking that final step. You’re going to love me and let me love you until the day we die and you’re going to make me happy. As I am going to do for you.’

‘Draco.’

‘Yes that’s my name. And I want you to say it often, no maybe moan it that would be better. I want you to take me and I want it to be special, perfect, a true bonding. I want the ceremony and everything. I want Severus to be there and Remus, Blaise and Ron if they can make it and anyone else you think it wise to tell. But I don’t want it to be here. This place, Hogwarts…it isn’t safe anymore. Not while he’s here and I don’t want to have to sneak around or be worried on my bonding day. The moods of the participants affect the bond and I don’t want any of our feelings about that man to pollute what we feel for each other. That’s what I want you to do Harry, can you?’

‘Yes.’ Harry whispered, his mind reeling and dizzy. Draco gave him a lazy happy smile in answer and Harry couldn’t resist capturing his lips again. Like Draco this kiss was lazy and sweet but it soon became more heated.

He loved the way Draco’s skin flushed when he was touching him, when he grazed the fine hair of Draco’s stomach with his fingertips. He loved the sounds the blonde made, the way his hips shifted restlessly when Harry was slow and loving, as opposed to his frantic needy movements when Harry was forceful and possessive.

Draco for his part didn’t care what type of Harry he got, he loved them both. No one had ever aroused these feelings within him. Draco had never had sex before he hadn’t been allowed. When he was fourteen that bastard Voldemort had come back and Draco had to be pure, untouched in that way for his Master, ready for him to take at the end of this year. But he didn’t want…he wasn’t going to allow it. He’d be with Harry, not that…that thing.

Harry having spent so much time with his mate knew when his thoughts had turned distracted, when they’d gone to something bad. He hated that Draco sometimes felt this way but this time he wasn’t pulling away, no this time he would show his mate that what he feared would never come true. Harry wouldn’t let t happen.

He’d already undone all of the buttons on Draco’s robes while they’d been kissing and it wasn’t hard to slip the buttons on his mate’s trousers. He didn’t give Draco time to react before he moved down.

Harry’s mouth was suddenly there, above a spot where Draco had been hard and aching not a minute before. He hated this, hated how those thoughts always surfaced, to put not only him off but his mate as well. But Harry didn’t seem to be put off this time.

No Harry wasn’t put off; Draco decided when his mate hooked his fingers in the waistband of his boxers. Harry’s breath tickled the small hairs there, making him shiver.

Harry noticed his mate’s reaction and decided that he wanted to illicit a more intense one. His tongue darted out to lick a line just above his mates cock. He loved this part, the teasing. He mouthed the area lightly, loving the way Draco’s breath hitched and his hips raised slightly.

‘Harry, stop it…please.’ Now this was a true treat, Draco Malfoy begging him. Deciding though that his mate was right this time Harry slipped Draco’s boxers further down his hips, allowing the cock he so loved to spring free. Draco sighed sweetly when the cool air hit his organ.

‘Are you cold love? Do you want me to warm you up?’ Harry whispered huskily, nuzzling the crease just up from the inner thigh.

‘Please.’ Draco mewled equally as quiet as Harry.

Harry smiled, this was such a sensitive spot for his mate. Deciding to take pity, he moved across to nudge Draco’s cock with his cheek. He parted his lips and sucked the tip into his mouth. His lips firm around Draco’s shaft, his tongue flicking against the slit while Draco moaned and thrashed above him. He slid down the thick organ, stopping half way before rising up again. He pulled away to take one of Draco’s balls in his mouth and sucked gently.

Draco was panting slightly now, he hated it when Harry teased him. But Harry loved it. He loved taking Draco fully in his mouth, loved the fact that he could make Draco come hard just by doing this, how he could feel the slight change in the flesh just before Draco reached his peak.

Harry worked harder, he wanted Draco to come. He loved watching him when he came. He took Draco fully into his mouth and hummed around the flesh, he felt the tell tale signs and a moment later Draco’s come was flooding his mouth.

Draco came almost silently, only a whimper escaped his lips but it was the wide eyes and the frantic tossing of the head that Harry loved. Such a combination should be illegal. He swallowed down all that Draco had to offer, loving the taste and the feel of it sliding down his throat. This was Draco at his most primal and he relished in it. They didn’t get the chance to do this enough.

Even though Draco had said it all earlier, now was the perfect time.

‘Will you bond with me at Christmas? At Potter Manor?’

‘Yes.’

They were both silent for a moment.

‘They approve of you, you know. I wasn’t sure they would but they did.’ Draco smiled knowing who Harry was speaking of.

‘I know your Godfather told me.’ Harry looked up at him then, almost reluctant to remove his head from where he was resting it on Draco’s hip. Draco’s smile turned mischievous, again. ‘He told me that I had to take care of you.’

‘He did, did he?’ Harry smirked crawling up Draco’s body to give him a kiss.

‘Hhhhmmm hhhhmmm. He said the thing to do in a relationship is to treat any little problem your partner might have like one of your own.’ As he was speaking Draco’s hand was slowly trailing down Harry’s body.

Harry’s breath hitched when Draco’s fingers slid over the bulge in his pants. ‘So are you going to take care of this big problem of mine?’ he asked his voice strained due to Draco’s hand rubbing circles between his legs.

Draco chuckled at Harry’s choice of words before sobering. ‘I’ll always take care of your problems.’ He whispered.


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When Harry finally left to head back to his common room, satiated and happy all he could still think of was Draco. He was so lost in thoughts of his love hat he didn’t even realise he was outside the common room, until the Fat Lady who was getting quite impatient cleared her throat really loudly. He gave her the password absently still lost in his thoughts.

He’d stayed later with Draco than he’d thought, the common room was almost empty by the time he got back. Only Ron, Seamus, Dean and Neville were still up, no doubt waiting for him to get in. It made him feel good to have such people care about him.

He was surprised to see Krai down in the Common room.

Hey, what are you doing down here? he asked silently.

Something’s wrong Master. I can feel it.

Harry nodded his head, before picking Krai up gently. With the snake cradled in his arms he went over to Ron and the others, who hadn’t yet noticed him, to tell them he was back.

Ron’s back was to him but the other three saw him soon enough.

‘Harry.’ Seamus said jovially. ‘Where’ve you been?’

He was just about to answer when Ron turned around. Something about the look on his face stopped him.

Ron’s eyes went wide, they followed a familiar path upwards and then…

‘Bloody hell! Harry Potter! Oh Merlin, can I have your autograph?’




R&R…



RECOMMENDATION…


Mirror Image and its sequel Blurred Reflections

by Aisling

http://hp.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600008132

http://hp.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600008756


Harry/Draco. Albus Dumbledore is a manipulative bastard, he’s done more to change history than anyone. And its time everything was put right. Harry has just lost his Godfather, he’s feeling upset obviously but he’s angry as well. Information from an unexpected source gives Harry the reason for why his life has been what it was.

With the help of a few snakes Harry decides its time to break away from Dumbledore and help everyone else to do so too.

Dark themes and there are a couple of bits that are definitely squicky and have way too much detail for the subject matter. Quite unique and inventive in some places, especially the sequel.

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