Draco\'s Insignia

Draco’s Insignia~ Part five

Warnings and notes: This is a slash fic, which means that it involves two guys having strong feelings for one another (and sex). This is your only warning; so if you do not like reading about two men in love, then don’t read. Go read some other fic. Do not harass the author, please. And there is some strong language in here!

Dedicated to: Brandis, just because she wanted me to, and because she helped with some of the plot. ^_^

Special thanks goes to my lovely beta reader Jamthedork for correcting any kind of errors that I have overlooked.

Contents: This fic will contain A Lf Slf Slash, humor, sap, and lemon. This fic is for entertainment purposes only. ^_^ You want a real plot, read my fic Protégé and its sequels.

Pairings: Draco/Harry

Rating: You know.

Year: End of 6th

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of these characters! J.K. Rowlings is the wonderful person who does, and I wish her luck with her next book. (It’s almost done! Yay!)

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Stretching his arms up over his head like a lazy kitten, Harry slowly started to wake up. He moved back into the warm covers, only to discover a very warm body lying next to him.

“Mr. Snuffles?” Harry murmured, still thinking he was dreaming.

Draco stirred underneath one of Harry’s arms, which was draped limply over his chest. When he made a low groaning noise, it startled Harry more.

In his half-awakened state, Draco just barely heard what Harry said, and he grumbled, “Mister Snufu?”

“Snuffles.” Harry corrected him as he began to realize that he had been dreaming, and it was a very strange dream about his godfather and a pub he’d never been in before.

Draco finally woke up at the sound of Harry’s voice, and he turned over to face him. They were both lying on their sides as they stared into each other’s heavy lidded eyes. Harry squinted slightly as he tried to get Malfoy’s face more into focus. When his eyes had finally adjusted, he could see small, light brownish freckles on the bridge of Malfoy’s nose and a bit over his cheeks. Harry peered closer as he noticed a freckle that was slightly larger than the rest, right below his left eye.

“Who’s Snuffles?” Draco asked, watching as Harry’s green eyes were staring at a spot on his cheek.

“Huh?” Harry said, half-aware.

“I said, who’s Snuffles?”

“Oh, uh, it’s um. . . Lupin’s dog.”

“Lupin? As in our old Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?”

“Yeah, that’s him.”

“He has a dog?”

“Yup. His best friend.”

“Uh huh.” Draco moved his arm from between their bodies and rested his head on the back of his hand.

They continued to stare at one another. Draco watched Harry’s eyes as they darted from certain parts of his face to another.

“What are you looking at?” Malfoy asked, trying not to sound too brusque.

“Did you know that you have freckles?”

Draco scowled slightly, “Tre fre from the damned sun.”

“They’re cute.” He blurted out before he could comprehend what he just said. The corner of Harry’s lip rose slightly.

Draco blushed. “Oh, well . . . thanks, Potter. I don’t think they are.”

“No?” Harry’s eyes widened.

“No. They’re atrocious. They mar my perfect skin.”

“They’re not atrocious, and they don’t MAR anything.” Harry dragged a finger down Draco’s nose. “If anything, they make you more appealing. I happen to think they’re very sexy.”

Draco suddenly gained his narcissism back, “Well, yeah, of course they’re *sexy*, they’re MY freckles.”

“So now you don’t think they’re atrocious?” Harry raised an eyebrow.

“Guess not. They’re on ME, aren’t they? So they should be sexy.”

Harry groaned. He figured that Malfoy’s egotism wouldn’t stay down.

“So, what are we, Malfoy?” Harry asked curiously. He decided to finish his ‘Malfoy gazing’ some other time.

“We’re wizards.” Draco stated matter-of-factly.

“No shit, Sherlock.”

“Who’s Sherlock?” Draco blinked.

“Never mind. I meant, what are we as relationship wise? Are we friends at all? Are we acquaintances? Or are we. . . lovers?”

“We,” Draco stated, “Are two horny teenage wizards who are attracted to each other.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“Whoever said I thought you were attractive?”

“Would you have let me suck your cock if you thought I was ugly? Besides, you just called my freckles sexy.”

“Good point.” Harry sighed. “But what if I just thought of you as an average looking bloke?”

“You still let me do those sexual acts on you, Potter. Admit it, you think I’m good looking.”

“Well, ok, perhaps. But I’d still like to know e wee we stand.”

Draco decided not to be sarcastic this time. “We can be whatever you want us to be. If you just want to be friends, that’s fine with me. but if you want to be more than friends, then that’s even better.” He smiled.

“That should be outlawed, you know.” Harry pointed at Draco’s face.

“What should?”

“Your. . .” Harry blushed, “You smiling.”

Draco’s eyes widened, and blinked, in astonishment. “Me smiling? Why? Ain’t I allowed to smile?”

Harry looked away, blushing even more.

“You just don’t look like, well, like YOU when you do that.”

“Just because I don’t smile around you that often, doesn’t mean that I don’t do it. I will smile as much as I want.” Draco smiled, not having to force it too much.

“Prat.” Harry smirked.

“You wouldn’t have me any other way.”

~*~

“These are the knobs that turn the water on, hot and cold, and this is the thing to turn the shower on.”

“Why don’t you draw my bath for me, Potter? Since there are no House-elves here to do it.”

“No, you have to learn to do this yourself. I will not be waiting on you hand and foot.”

“Aw, that means that you won’t fan me when I’m hot, or feed me grapes when I’m hungry?” Draco wiggled his eyebrows.

“In your dreams, maybe.”

“Yeah, well, I’d like my dreams to come true.”

Harry snorted. Typical ambitious Slytherin.

While Draco was busying himself in the Muggle bathroom, Harry decided to find out who Draco’s contact was once and for all. He snuck into Draco’s suitcase and took out the shrunken crystal ball.

Hoping that he won’t get into too much trouble, Harry used his wand to enlarge it. He set it on the desk and tried to copy what he saw Draco do by putting his hand over the top of it.

His Mark glowed green and then suddenly the ball lit up. Harry jumped when the crystal ball started to hum with a booming voice.

“I told you, Mr. Malfoy, to only contact me in an emergency!”

Harry stayed quiet for a while, and then he said, “I’m not Malfoy.”

“Potter!” The voice snarled, “You are NOT allowed to use this crystal ball! Put it back where you found it at once!”

“Sorry, not until I know who this is and what’s going on.”

“It is none of your concern, Potter!”

“Tell me why Malfoy’s here.” Harry argued.

“I SAID, IT DOESN’T CONCERN YOU!” The voice boomed. “NOW, RETURN MR. MALFOY’S CRYSTAL BALL IMMEDIATELY!”

Harry continued to ignore the person’s demands. “Are you a Hogwarts’ teacher?”

The voice went silent.

“Well?” Harry asked, impatiently.

“Maybe.” The voice finally said. “It is none of your business, Mr. Potter.”

“I believe it is my business since I’m now involved.” Harry hoped that the person understood what he meant.

“Where is Mr. Malfoy?”

“You’re not answering my question.”

“WHERE IS MR. MALFOY???”

“He’s taking a shower!!” There was a knock. “What??” Harry shouted at the door.

“Um, what is all the shouting about?” It was Uncle Vernon.

“Don’t worry, everything’s fine.” Harry tried to keep his anger in check.

“Then keep it down!” Vernon growled, and then stomped off.

The person from the crystal ball must have heard the exchange because then when it spoke next, it was more hushed. “Mr. Potter, I assure you that nothing bad is going on. Please refrain from using Mr. Malfoy’s ball again.”

“But, I must know what’s going on! I have the right to know some things.”

The crystal ball, er, the person was silent for a while. It wasn’t even glowing, and for a minute Harry thought that the mystery person, whom he had a feelings he knew who it was, had cut off the connection. But then, it glowed again; this time it was a softer golden color.

“Mr. Malfoy is under your care now, since neither Dumbledore nor any of the teachers at Hogwarts has the ability to restrain him like you can.”

“What happened to his family?” Harry dared to ask.

The person didn’t answer.

“Um, sir?”

“I don’t think I’m the one who should tell you.”

“Please, sir. I won’t tease him about it. I promise.”

Harry didn’t have to wait too long for an answer, “Alright, but you didn’t hear it from me, understand?” Harry nodded, but then remembered that the person probably couldn’t see him.

“Okay.”

The voice sighed, “They were killed during a fight.”

Harry waited for the person to continue, but he didn’t.

“By who?”

“By. . .” the crystal ball glowed green, “an Auror.”

“An Auror? Why? Was Lucius hiding something? Were they doing something illegal?”

“It is not my place to say.”

Harry was about to say something, when he suddenly had an idea. He rolled up his sleeve and then placed the Draconis Mark over the crystal ball. The Mark turned bright red, and for some reason, he just knew . . .

Harry gasped. “Professor Snape?”

“What? I mean . . . I’m not Professor Snape.”

Harry laughed, “Oh please! You can’t fool me anymore. This is Snape, isn’t it?”

No reply.

“Come on, admit it!”

“Excuse me, Potter!” Draco said as he walked into the room with nothing but a towel around his waist. “Just what the hell do you think you’re doing??”

“Talking to Professor Snape.” Harry grinned, not missing a beat. Draco grabbed his crystal ball from off the desk and then headed toward his suitcase.

“How dare you snoop in my stuff, Potter! This is private!” He took out his wand from his robe, which was hanging on the closet door. “Sorry about all that, sir.”

“You’re not to blame, Mr. Malfoy.”

“Typical.” Harry sighed, “So typical of you to take Malfoy’s side, Professor.”

There was an audible grunt of displeasure before the ball’s light faded away.

“Reducio.” Draco said and the crystal ball shrunk. The nearly naked blond turned to glare at Harry. “I donelieelieve Gryffindor’s Golden Boy can’t even keep his hands off of other people’s property!”

“Well, I wouldn’t have to if you’d just tell me what’s going on.”

“It is no business of yours!” Draco stuffed his shrunken crystal ball back into his suitcase.

“You made it my business the moment you walked on my doorstep! And don’t you even try denying it, because you know it’s true!”

Draco just stared fixatedly on Harry’s face.

“Come on, Draco, admit it. You know it’s my business too. I’m your Keeper now, because Dumbledore ordered it. I’m connected to you, in a way, because of this Mark you gave me.” Harry lifted his arm up, sleeve still rolled up to his elbow from last time. “And I’ve had sexual relations with you. So, I would very much say that it IS my business!”

Draco clicked his bag shut an then slowly turned to face Harry. “All of this is true. But I don’t want anyone to know about. . .”

“Yes?” Harry urged.

“About anything!” Draco snapped.

“Why do I get the feeling you’re hiding something important from me?”

“There’s nothing to tell that is important to you!” Draco snarled. His Mark began to glow green. “So, just sod off, Potter!”

Harry sneered, his Mark becoming a deep red, “Fine! Be a little snot! But as soon as we’re at Hogwarts, I’m going straight to Dumbledore!”

“Oh, no you won’t, Potter! Because I need to speak to him first, remember?”

“Then we’ll talk to him together!!”

“No!” Draco slammed the closet door shut. “You are NOT asking him anything while I’m in the same room!”

“Why?? Are you embarrassed or something??”

Draco’s glare could light a candle from several kilometers away. “NO! I AM NOT embarrassed about anything! You have NO RIGHT . . .” he stopped suddenly, clutching his arm. Draco grit his teeth as he hissed out in pain. Harry suddenly felt a sharp pain in his arm as well. They both looked down at their Dragon Marks. Draco’s was glowing bright silver, HarrHarry’s was a blinding yellowish-gold. “Holy crap, this stings!” Draco groaned. Harry nodded in agreement, grasping at his own arm.

When they finally both settled down enough, their Marks become a faint, dull glow. After a few hard pants later, Harry said, “I think we should try not to argue very much anymore.”

“I agree, Potter. As odd as that sounds.”

“Yeah, no kidding.” Harry said. “But, um, could you put some clothes on now?”

Draco grinned, “What? In front of you?”

“I’ll close my eyes.” Harry smirked.

“How decent of you, Potter.” Draco turned back to the closet and opened it. “Don’t even know *why* I closed this.”

“Uh, you were upset so you felt like slamming something?” Harry closed his eyes.

“Precisely.” Draco chuckled, “Of course, there’s always you I could slam.”

“No thanks.” Harry didn’t catch the innuendo.

“By the way, Potter . . . why are you closing your eyes when you’ve already seen what my bits look like?”

“Like you said, I’m being decent.”

“More like being shy.” Draco sighed. He let his towel slip off from around his waist. From behind, Draco heard Harry suck in his breath. He looked behind his shoulder to see that Harry had turned his head and was now staring at a spot on the wall above the bed. “You peeked, Potter.”

Harry shut his eyes, again. “I didn’t!”

“You did! You peeked at my posterior!” Draco couldn’t help himself as he smiled. “It is rather funny, you know. You’ve already seen my. . .”

“I know! Shut up!” Harry turned so that his back was now facing Draco.

Draco snickered, “You’re blushing now, aren’t you?”

“Malfoy. . .” Harry warned.

“Well, you are.” Draco turned back to the closet and then took out a pair of boxer shorts. He slipped them on, and then decided to see for sure if Harry really was blushing as hard as he thought. When Draco inched closer to Harry’s back, he saw that the other boy’s ears were tinted bright red. Slowly, Draco draped his arms over Harry’s shoulders, getting Harry to squeak.

Draco snickered, “You ARE blushing! And quite hard too, I might add.”

“Sod off,” Harry groaned, half-heartily. He hated the way the Slytherin could screw around with his feelings. One minute he felt lighter than air, the next his hackles were being raised.

Draco put his mouth to Harry’s ear and whispered, “No.” He kissed Harry’s earlobe. Harry gasped, sitting up straighter. “I want to hear my little pride of lions purr.” He trailed his mouth down, kissing underneath Harry’s ear, and then down his neck, right where the main vein was pulsing. “You think there’s time for a shag before breakfast?” Draco mumbled. Ever since he felt Harry’s lips wrapped around his cock, he’d been itching to feel Harry from the inside.

Harry moved away from the chuckling Malfoy, “No, there isn’t.” He walked over toward the door. If he didn’t leave now, he was going to lose control.

“No playing around with me, Potter. That’s not nice, not to mention unfair.”

“Too fucking bad.”

Draco gasped. Did Harry J. Potter just use the ‘F’ word?

Harry walked out the door.

“Potter!” Draco snarled. The door clicked shut. “I’ll get you back for that.”

~TBC~

Quick author’s note: Yes, Harry used magic and didn’t get in trouble for it, just like Draco’s able to. (remember in the first chapter?) Why is that you ask? You’re all just gonna have to find that out later. ^_^