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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
29
Views:
3,067
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter 3
Chapter 3
All the students in Ravenclaw crowded around the community board. On it would be any notices from the professors or announcements of events. Draco waited in line, ignoring the glares from some in his year and quietly standing off to one side. Over and over again he chanted in his mind that he was not going to start a fight. If they started it that was another matter entirely.
Cassie watched as the same students would move slightly to one side or the other, enough to let others through but trying to keep Draco out. Sighing in irritation, she pushed her way through, dragging her friend with her by a firm hold on his wrist. Sneering at the fourth year, “Grow up.”
He glared at her, but backed up from the dark look Draco threw his way. There was only so much restitution he felt he should pay. After all he’d been snubbed for being a Malfoy so he dished it right back. The surrounding group all took one step back. The Malfoy they knew was a lot of mouth, but he knew some mean hexes in spite of his inability to successfully take on Potter. Draco mentally rolled his eyes, looking over the board.
There were maps of all of the classes offered and the general ways to get to them. He took one of those and glanced at the other notes. A few well wishes from returning professors...a list of recommended reading material by Professor Lappish. Just where was she thinking they were going to pick this stuff up? Maybe the library.
He heard a grumbling voice behind him and realized he’d been monopolizing the board, everyone backed away from him while he perused quietly. He smirked to himself, now purposefully taking his time, enjoying the grumbling and shifting feet. At least until Cassie sighed a bit loudly in his ear and he realized she was getting bored. Viola nipped at his ear and he took the hint.
Fundamentals:
House Relations
History of Magic
Remedial and Advanced Offered
Transfiguration
Charms
Potions
Defense Against the Dark Arts
Astronomy
Herbology
Optional Studies
2-7
Music
Art
Defense Against Physical Arts
Dance
3-7
Arithmancy
Divination
Muggle Studies
Ancient Runes
Care of Magical Creatures
4-7
Occulemency/Legilimency
Power Words
Mystical Objects
History of the World
5-7
Languages
Dueling
Ancient Rituals
Weaponry
6-7
Independent Research
Advanced Flying
Code Breaking
Rituals and Rites
7
Apparation
Auror Basics
Animagus Training
Medical Magic
He skimmed over the list and nodded to Cassie, “Come on, we can hide out in the Astronomy tower.”
Cassie put out her hand, “No way, buddy. Library. Come on, I know you’ve seen it.”
He grinned as she jumped in front of him like an excited puppy. Shaking his head and grabbing her hand, “Come on, then.”
Leaping forward, “Yay!” Chuckling, he nodded his head a little toward the door and both Hen and Alex followed.
“Just can’t stop being the snobbish prick, can you Malfoy?”
Draco stopped cold two feet from the portrait, “That is not my name.”
A cocky laugh, “I think I’ll call you what I like, what can you do without your little Slytherin goons?”
Cassie bumped into him, her head turned and eyes narrowed at the bastard who said it. She pushed her dark brown her out of her eyes, glaring. Viola’s little ears had flattened back like an irritated cat, turning a darker shade of purple as she spat in anger. Draco released his grip on Cassie’s hand, silver eyes flashing as he turned slowly to regard the quiet house. Some were glaring at him, but even more were glaring at the other boy. Draco blinked once and relaxed, letting his muscles flow as he glided the distance until he stood a few feet from the other.
A fifth year, pretty tall at that, with a broad body and a nest of orange hair. Not Weasley red, no, this was distinctly orange. Draco didn’t let the height distance subdue him, just tilted his head back a bit and met him eye to eye, “I don’t know you. And you obviously don’t know me. My name is Draco Dumbledore, legally changed, ask the Headmaster if you don’t believe me. But I think you will. Because you’re here, you’re smart. And you should know not to fuck with me. I don’t need my friends to take you down. I don’t need a cheap shot to your back. Just time. You see, I’m patient. I could vanish all of your clothing on graduation day...make sure your prick jumps and salutes all the female professors for a few weeks...I could have you spouting spontaneous curses in Professor McGonagall’s class or guarantee that you never successfully complete another potion and you wouldn’t...see...it... coming...”
The whelp’s eyes widened with each threat, each almost worse than the last. He gulped and took a step back, “I s-see t-that.”
Sighing, reining his temper in firmly before addressing the other Ravenclaws, “I’m not here to start fights with you...I’m not that person anymore.” Shaking his head, feeling almost dejected but refusing to show it, he followed Cassie out the door
Roger smacked the back of the orange kid’s head, “Nice, Thomas. You’re really thinking of the team, there.”
Thomas Penbrook spun around, rubbing the back of his head, “You’re not seriously considering putting him in as seeker! He never wins to Potter!”
Shrugging, “Neither does anyone else. And no, I was thinking of upgrading a couple of chasers.”
Thomas barked a laugh, “That scrawny kid a chaser, you’re off your nut!”
Holding out his hand, confidence in his eyes, “Ten galleons he and the partners of his choosing can whip anyone you can come up with.”
Thomas grabbed Roger’s hand, “It’s a bet!”
***
Hermione huffed impatiently but stayed semi-quiet, letting Draco lead her down the hallway with his hands over her eyes, “Where are we going?”
Cassie rolled her eyes, “It’s a surprise. But it wouldn’t be one if we told, now would it?”
Draco chuckled, “She doesn’t like surprises.”
Stamping her foot, nearly on Draco’s toes, “I do so.”
Growling, “Step on my foot and you’ll get a surprise, alright.”
Voice challenging, “What could you possibly do?”
Shrugging to himself, thinking before smirking, “I’ll let Colubrae loose again.”
Huffing, “Harry let his snake loose- wait, that was you?!”
“I’m not gonna tell.”
Hen rolled her eyes, “Really, Draco, this is a tad childish.”
Whispering in Hermione’s ear, “I am a child. I’m allowed.”
She giggled but let them lead her, Cassie holding her hand so Draco wouldn’t let her run into things...little imp, “Well, I suppose you are...practically an infant OW!” She jerked away from him, rubbing her tingling ear in shock while he just grinned and folded his arms innocently behind his back, “You bit me!” He shook his head defiantly and pointed silently to a sleepy Viola who was curled up around his neck. She narrowed her eyes, “Oh yes you did! You will apologize Draco or so help me-...”
Cocking an eyebrow at her, “What?”
Grinning evilly, “This.” And she tackled him to the ground, digging her fingers into his ribs until he was screeching and writhing on the ground. She was giggling herself, “Say it.” He shook his head, trying to crawl away and howling when she caught his leg and dragged him back down, “SAY IT.”
He knew what she wanted. Hell, she’d taught him this game. Uncle. It’s all he had to say. But that would mean admitting defeat and Draco would never yield. Not even to her. Laughing so hard tears were rolling down his cheeks, “Lucius wears a thong!”
Hermione jumped away as if burned, then started rubbing her face as if to rub that out of her mind, “Draco! EWWW!!! That’s- that’s just...EWWW!!! I need my brain scrubbed now!” He was still rolling on the stone floor, Cassie covering her face to muffle her laughing. Viola was jumping around on the ground in anger from being knocked off her perch, bleeting and hissing. Alex stomped back down the corridor and put her hands on her hips.
“Enough. Merlin, a bunch of four year olds. Will you come ON? We’re almost there.”
Draco wiped at his face and scrambled to his feet, scooping up his pet and putting her back on his shoulder, pulling Hermione along by her hand, “WHERE?”
All the students in Ravenclaw crowded around the community board. On it would be any notices from the professors or announcements of events. Draco waited in line, ignoring the glares from some in his year and quietly standing off to one side. Over and over again he chanted in his mind that he was not going to start a fight. If they started it that was another matter entirely.
Cassie watched as the same students would move slightly to one side or the other, enough to let others through but trying to keep Draco out. Sighing in irritation, she pushed her way through, dragging her friend with her by a firm hold on his wrist. Sneering at the fourth year, “Grow up.”
He glared at her, but backed up from the dark look Draco threw his way. There was only so much restitution he felt he should pay. After all he’d been snubbed for being a Malfoy so he dished it right back. The surrounding group all took one step back. The Malfoy they knew was a lot of mouth, but he knew some mean hexes in spite of his inability to successfully take on Potter. Draco mentally rolled his eyes, looking over the board.
There were maps of all of the classes offered and the general ways to get to them. He took one of those and glanced at the other notes. A few well wishes from returning professors...a list of recommended reading material by Professor Lappish. Just where was she thinking they were going to pick this stuff up? Maybe the library.
He heard a grumbling voice behind him and realized he’d been monopolizing the board, everyone backed away from him while he perused quietly. He smirked to himself, now purposefully taking his time, enjoying the grumbling and shifting feet. At least until Cassie sighed a bit loudly in his ear and he realized she was getting bored. Viola nipped at his ear and he took the hint.
Fundamentals:
House Relations
History of Magic
Remedial and Advanced Offered
Transfiguration
Charms
Potions
Defense Against the Dark Arts
Astronomy
Herbology
Optional Studies
2-7
Music
Art
Defense Against Physical Arts
Dance
3-7
Arithmancy
Divination
Muggle Studies
Ancient Runes
Care of Magical Creatures
4-7
Occulemency/Legilimency
Power Words
Mystical Objects
History of the World
5-7
Languages
Dueling
Ancient Rituals
Weaponry
6-7
Independent Research
Advanced Flying
Code Breaking
Rituals and Rites
7
Apparation
Auror Basics
Animagus Training
Medical Magic
He skimmed over the list and nodded to Cassie, “Come on, we can hide out in the Astronomy tower.”
Cassie put out her hand, “No way, buddy. Library. Come on, I know you’ve seen it.”
He grinned as she jumped in front of him like an excited puppy. Shaking his head and grabbing her hand, “Come on, then.”
Leaping forward, “Yay!” Chuckling, he nodded his head a little toward the door and both Hen and Alex followed.
“Just can’t stop being the snobbish prick, can you Malfoy?”
Draco stopped cold two feet from the portrait, “That is not my name.”
A cocky laugh, “I think I’ll call you what I like, what can you do without your little Slytherin goons?”
Cassie bumped into him, her head turned and eyes narrowed at the bastard who said it. She pushed her dark brown her out of her eyes, glaring. Viola’s little ears had flattened back like an irritated cat, turning a darker shade of purple as she spat in anger. Draco released his grip on Cassie’s hand, silver eyes flashing as he turned slowly to regard the quiet house. Some were glaring at him, but even more were glaring at the other boy. Draco blinked once and relaxed, letting his muscles flow as he glided the distance until he stood a few feet from the other.
A fifth year, pretty tall at that, with a broad body and a nest of orange hair. Not Weasley red, no, this was distinctly orange. Draco didn’t let the height distance subdue him, just tilted his head back a bit and met him eye to eye, “I don’t know you. And you obviously don’t know me. My name is Draco Dumbledore, legally changed, ask the Headmaster if you don’t believe me. But I think you will. Because you’re here, you’re smart. And you should know not to fuck with me. I don’t need my friends to take you down. I don’t need a cheap shot to your back. Just time. You see, I’m patient. I could vanish all of your clothing on graduation day...make sure your prick jumps and salutes all the female professors for a few weeks...I could have you spouting spontaneous curses in Professor McGonagall’s class or guarantee that you never successfully complete another potion and you wouldn’t...see...it... coming...”
The whelp’s eyes widened with each threat, each almost worse than the last. He gulped and took a step back, “I s-see t-that.”
Sighing, reining his temper in firmly before addressing the other Ravenclaws, “I’m not here to start fights with you...I’m not that person anymore.” Shaking his head, feeling almost dejected but refusing to show it, he followed Cassie out the door
Roger smacked the back of the orange kid’s head, “Nice, Thomas. You’re really thinking of the team, there.”
Thomas Penbrook spun around, rubbing the back of his head, “You’re not seriously considering putting him in as seeker! He never wins to Potter!”
Shrugging, “Neither does anyone else. And no, I was thinking of upgrading a couple of chasers.”
Thomas barked a laugh, “That scrawny kid a chaser, you’re off your nut!”
Holding out his hand, confidence in his eyes, “Ten galleons he and the partners of his choosing can whip anyone you can come up with.”
Thomas grabbed Roger’s hand, “It’s a bet!”
***
Hermione huffed impatiently but stayed semi-quiet, letting Draco lead her down the hallway with his hands over her eyes, “Where are we going?”
Cassie rolled her eyes, “It’s a surprise. But it wouldn’t be one if we told, now would it?”
Draco chuckled, “She doesn’t like surprises.”
Stamping her foot, nearly on Draco’s toes, “I do so.”
Growling, “Step on my foot and you’ll get a surprise, alright.”
Voice challenging, “What could you possibly do?”
Shrugging to himself, thinking before smirking, “I’ll let Colubrae loose again.”
Huffing, “Harry let his snake loose- wait, that was you?!”
“I’m not gonna tell.”
Hen rolled her eyes, “Really, Draco, this is a tad childish.”
Whispering in Hermione’s ear, “I am a child. I’m allowed.”
She giggled but let them lead her, Cassie holding her hand so Draco wouldn’t let her run into things...little imp, “Well, I suppose you are...practically an infant OW!” She jerked away from him, rubbing her tingling ear in shock while he just grinned and folded his arms innocently behind his back, “You bit me!” He shook his head defiantly and pointed silently to a sleepy Viola who was curled up around his neck. She narrowed her eyes, “Oh yes you did! You will apologize Draco or so help me-...”
Cocking an eyebrow at her, “What?”
Grinning evilly, “This.” And she tackled him to the ground, digging her fingers into his ribs until he was screeching and writhing on the ground. She was giggling herself, “Say it.” He shook his head, trying to crawl away and howling when she caught his leg and dragged him back down, “SAY IT.”
He knew what she wanted. Hell, she’d taught him this game. Uncle. It’s all he had to say. But that would mean admitting defeat and Draco would never yield. Not even to her. Laughing so hard tears were rolling down his cheeks, “Lucius wears a thong!”
Hermione jumped away as if burned, then started rubbing her face as if to rub that out of her mind, “Draco! EWWW!!! That’s- that’s just...EWWW!!! I need my brain scrubbed now!” He was still rolling on the stone floor, Cassie covering her face to muffle her laughing. Viola was jumping around on the ground in anger from being knocked off her perch, bleeting and hissing. Alex stomped back down the corridor and put her hands on her hips.
“Enough. Merlin, a bunch of four year olds. Will you come ON? We’re almost there.”
Draco wiped at his face and scrambled to his feet, scooping up his pet and putting her back on his shoulder, pulling Hermione along by her hand, “WHERE?”