Draco\'s Insignia

Draco’s Insignia~ Part six

Warnings and notes: This is a slash fic, which means that it involves two guys having strong feelings for one another. 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 LOT of 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

Year: End of 6th (going on 7th year)

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.

This part has minor angst. I tried not to have any, but it didn’t work that way. ^_^

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When the phone rang at almost eleven o’clock at night, Ron’s first instinct was that Harry was in trouble. So what did he do?

Jumped about a foot out of bed, wrestled with the covers for about a minute, tripped over the edge of the bed with his big feet, and then fell flat on his face with a loud smack.

Pig gave a hoot that sounded strangely like a laugh, so Ron gave his bird the bird.

The phone continued to ring, and then about a minute later, he heard his mum open her bedroom door and complain loudly, “I’m coming! I’m coming! You stupid, piece of plastic and wire!”

“Mum, wait! I’ll get it!” Ron rushed downstairs so fast that he almost missed a step and tripped, but he caught himself, and then ran for the kitchen with his arms forward and hands outstretched. “I’ll get it!!”

“Quiet, Ron! You’ll wake your father!” Mrs. Weasley huffed.

The youngest son ignored his mother, of course, and answered very loudly into the phone, “YES??”

“GAAAH!” The person on otheother line said, “Don’t shout, Weasley!”

“M-Malfoy?? What the hell do you want??”

“I want to talk. But if you’re going to shout like you’re at the Quidditch World Cup, then you can just forget it.”

Ron, half asleep, ignored that comment and said, “Is Harry all right?”

“Yes.” Draco said, and then a few moments later he added, “Can we talk or not?”

“About what?” Ron said, sounding like he didn’t trust Malfoy. He leaned back against the kitchen counter and twirled the phone’s cord on his finger.

“Don’t worry, Weasley, I won’t be talking dirty in your ear.”

“Good.”

“I have Potter for that.”

Confused silence.

“You do what now?” Ron wasn’t quite fully awake.

“Never mind. Weasley, what are Potter’s favorite things?”

“What do you mean?” Ron sounded distrusting again. “What are you playing at, Malfoy?”

Ron heard his mother tisk in annoyance and then said, “Why are you talking to Mr. Malfoy’s son?”

“I’ll tell you in a minute, mum.” Ron said, covering the sound piece with his hand, then he moved it out of the way to speak to Draco again. “Answer me now, Malfoy.”

“Well, er . . . I just want to know what his favorite colour is, what his favorite food or drink is, what he likes to do in his spare time, what’s his favorite animal . . . you know. Just odd little things like that.”

More confused silence.

“I think you’ve completely lost it . . . or lost more of it. Tell me the details of what’s going on, and if you don’t, I’m Flooing over there to bash your pointed ferret face into the wall! Or the floor. Whichever one is more convenient at the time.”

“All right, Weasley. There’s no need for threats here. I just made Potter mad at me, and I want to make it up to him. It’s as simple as that.”

“And how, pray tell, did you make him mad? And why do you want to make things up with him?”

Draco rolled his eyes, but he just knew that Weasley didn’t see him. “Because I live under the same roof as him. Because this is the first major fight we’ve had since I’ve arrived. And because I just want to. A sulking Harry Potter is no fun to be around. Although he is kind of cute when he sulks.”

“What??” Ron gasped. Now he was awake.

“Didn’t you hear me? Or have you gone deaf? Well, you must be deaf and dumb, because I already told you before that I have Potter to whisper dirty things to, but you must have been half aslehen hen I said it.”

“I remember. And I’m not deaf or dumb! And if you dare lay one disgusting fingernail on Harry, I really will pound you into the ground!”

“Why, Weasley! I never knew you liked me that way! But, I’m sorry. Redheads don’t cut it for me.”

“Yuck, no! That’s not what I meant!”

“Good. Cause I have Potter. Now will you please tell me what he likes?”

“You don’t have Harry!”

“Yes I do.”

“No you don’t!”

“Yes I do. You can even ask him.”

“Fine, I will ask him. I’ll call in the morning and ask him.”

“Fine, go ahead. Make sure when you do ask that you ask the right questions, lse lse you won’t get any straight answers.”

“What?”

“Precisely. You have to ask him, er . . . if he’s ever kissed me.”

“Oh good Lord . . .”

“If he’s ever groped me.”

“Dear God . . .”

“If he’s cuddled with me in bed….”

*Groan*

“And if he’s ever given me head.”

“Sweet Mother of Mary!!”

“Did you get all of that, Weasley?”

“I think I’m going to be sick.”

*Click*

*Beeeeep . . .*

Draco hung the phone up a bit too hard. “Stupid Weasley.” But then he started to snicker. “Oh well. It’ll be an interesting morning, that’s for sure.”

~*~

Well, since Weasley wasn’t much help in telling him what Harry liked or disliked, he went to another source for information… however unlikely it was that that person would even *know* what his favorite things were.

“Alohomora.” Draco whispered, and the door swung silently open. He raised his wand, muttering, “Lumos,” and then quietly snuck over to the bed that occupied the room.

He looked down at the sleeping form of Dudley Dursley. With a wicked grin plastered on his face, he whispered, “Nox,” to put out his wand. There was enough light coming through the window so that he could see where Harry’s cousin laid. He pointed his wand at the middle of Dudley’s face. “Tis the night for spells,” Draco snickered softly to himself, before he enounced, “Enervate.”

Dudley’s eyes slowly blinked open, and the first thing he saw was Draco Malfoy, with a smirk on his handsome face, and wand pointed right between his eyes. He opened his mouth to scream, but nothing came out.

“Evening, fatty.” Draco said in a low voice. “I have a few questions to ask you.”

Dudley was still frozen on the spot, mostly from fear, but partially from the enchanted way Draco looked looming over him, moonlight hitting his face and hair at just the right angle.

When Dudley didn’t answer, Draco took that opportunity to start asking. “Tell me, please, what is Potter’s favorite animal?”

Dudley’s mouth moved but no sound was coming out.

“Answer me,, or, or I’ve just found me a new test dummy for casting spells on.”

“H-H-H-H. . .”

“Look, I asked you a simple question. I didn’t ask you to breath noisily.”

“His. . . his fav. . . his fav. . .”

“Yes, his favorite animal. What is it?”

“I-I-I-I d-don’t know. I-I think it’s his owl. . .”

“Hedwig?” Draco’s brows knitted together in concentration. “I see. Well then, what’s his favorite color?”

“I don’t know.” Dudley said quickly.

“Then what’s his favorite food?”

“I don’t know.”

“Er, favorite drink?”

“I don’t know.” Dudley started to sob, “Please go away now. I don’t know anything about him.”

“You’ve lived with him most of his life and you don’t know what he likes?”

“I-I just know that he likes those freak friends of his. . .” Draco snarled, but he let the frightened boy continue, “He likes that sport you people play… he likes his owl . . . and he likes . . . er. . . he likes that photo album of his. That’s all I know.”

“His photo album?”

“Y-yeah. It’s got pictures of his parents in it.”

“I see. Well . . . I guess I’ll let you get back to sleep.” Draco grinned, slightly wickedly, and whispered, “Unpleasant dreams.”

Dudley whimpered as he pulled his covers over his head. Draco was about to do some sort of spell on him, just for fun, but then decided against it. If Harry found out about what he did, he’d be asking him why he paid Dudley a visit in the middle of the night just to curse him. Quietly, Draco left the room, and then made his way back up to the room he shared with Harry.

When he entered, Harry was still sitting on the bed, back to the door, looking through some book.

“Still ignoring me?”

Silence.

“Yes, still angry.” Draco huffed, “Right. I don’t know what the hell I did wrong, but I guess it’s ok if you just don’t tell me so that I could *apologize* for doing it.”

Harry continued to ignore him.

“Or for *not* doing it. Whatever the case may be.” He scuffled over to the closet, opened it, and was about to reach down to his suitcase when he finally noticed it-

His Draconis Mark was glowing a faint green.

Draco slipped his sleeve off to take a closer look at it. The Mark was shimmering silver around the edges, but it was glowing a very soft emerald. He looked back over at Harry and tried to see if his Mark was glowing as well, but Harry’s body was blocking his arms from his view. He pulled his sleeve back down and quietly walked over to Harry. He peered around Harry’s shoulder and looked at his left arm. Harry was wearing a dark red sweater, so he couldn’t tell if the Mark was glowing or not.

“Potter. Is your Mark glowing?”

Harry didn’t answer.

“I’m serious here, Potter.” Draco was trying not to sound too distressed, “My Mark is glowing, and it’s worrying me. I must know if yours is glowing or not.”

Without a word, Harry moved his right hand over to his left arm, pushed his sleeve up to his elbow, and then jerked his arm up in the air irritably. Harry’s Mark was such a soft red it almost looked pink, and the outer edges were a faint yellow. Well, at least that answered that question.

“Well then, that’s it. We’re just going to have to kiss and make up.” Draco chuckled softly.

At that, Harry turned his head brusquely and glared up at the blond. He stared at Draco for a while, and Draco held his breath, waiting to see what Harry would do.
arryarry finally spoke, “I am not your toy.”

Draco’s smile faded. “I never said that you. . .”

“You told me when we first made out that you wanted me. You told me that I was yours. Remember?” Harry’s voice was cracking, “You said I was yours. . . and now you act as if. . . as if all I am is just a stress reliever. I am no longer playing your games, Malfoy. You understand?” Harry’s fists clenched, “NO MORE. I’m through with you being all hot and heavy one minute and then turning a cold shoulder. Either you get serious about being with me, or we stop this foolishness. . . for good.”

Harry looked up into Draco’s eyes. “So what’s it going to be, Draco?” He said softly, “Do you want me or not?”

“I- yes, I want you. . .”

Harry got up on his knees, the book in his lap falling onto the bed. He looked straight into Draco’s eyes, brows furrowed. “Do you love me?”

Draco gasped, “I. . . well, Harry, you see. . .”

“Do you love me, Draco? Yes, or no. There is no in between here. If you don’t love me, then there is no ‘us’. Undend?”nd?”

Draco’s bottom lip quivered slightly, and he gulped, “Do - do YOU love ME then?”

“You’re changing the subject!” Harry shook angrily.

“No I’m not! I want to know if YOU love ME so I’m sure. . . so I know how you feel. . .”

“Well, obviously if I’m asking YOU if you love ME, then that must give you some clue to how I feel, right?”

Draco looked down at Harry’s arm. It was starting to glow brighter.

“Harry. . .” Draco looked back up into those piercing green eyes. He could feel it slightly, his Mark burning softly, as if he had just sipped some hot sauce. He tried his best to stay calm, to calm the Draconis Mark so it wasn’t so painful. He took a deep breath, “Harry, I want to be with you. You have no idea how much I would love to be with you. . . I’m just. . . just. . .”

“Afraid?” Harry said, surprisingly gently.

Draco nodded.

“Me too.” Harry said. He moved a few inches closer to Draco, and then placed a hand over Draco’s cheek. “But it’s not YOU I’m afraid of. It’s the feeling I have FOR you, itself. Just think of what everyone is going to say, what Ron will say if he knew that. . . that I’m IN LOVE with you.”

Draco gasped, “But doesn’t he already know?”

“He doesn’t know everything yet.”

Draco looked away, slightly ashamed, “I think he has an idea now.”

y tiy tilted his head, “How? What are you talking about?”

“I called him, just a few minutes ago. I asked him for advice about you so that I could. . . make things up with you.”

Both of their Marks stopped glowing instantly.

“You- you did that for ME?”

“Yes.” Draco swallowed a rather large lump in his throat. “You’re really in love with me?”

Harry blushed, “Yeah.”

Draco grabbed onto Harry’s waist and pulled him forward so that their bodies were taut against one another’s. “Me too.”

Harry smiled brightly. A small tear had finally escaped from the corner of one eye, and Draco moved a hand up to wipe it away. “I think I’ve always had love for you, Potter.” Draco smirked, “Just being around you made it worse.”

“Oh?” Harry got his face closer to the blonde’s.

“Yeah. You’re *always* making things worse for me. Shame on you.”

Harry chuckled. “You do too. I always knew you had a heart somewhere in that bony chest of yours.”

Draco leaned forward slightly; pressing his lips gently to Harry’s, “You dug it out from the closet, Potter, and I thank you.”

~*~

That morning, around five, the phone rang loudly, echoing through the entire house.

Vernon got up groggily to answer it, muttering all the way, complaining about receiving calls on days he had off. He picked it up and said sleepily into the receiver, “Hello?”

“Um, hi. Is Harry awake?”

Vergrumgrumbled, “Damn you, people! The second you get a bleeding telephone you just have to call every damn second don’t you?”

“Please, I really need to speak to him. I figure it was better than sending an owl to your place.”

There was silence for only a second, and then Vernon said, “Fine, I’ll go see if he’s awake.” He set the phone down on the table, mumbling all the way up the stairs to Harry’s room. He knocked hard on the door, “Boy! Are you awake?”

Inside the room, Harry had his arms wrapped around Draco’s slim, topless body. He groaned as he buried his face into the back of Draco’s neck, trying to ignore the sound of the pounding. Vernon banged on the door again, getting Draco to stir.

“Wake up, or I’m coming in!”

Harry’s eyes popped open, and he said, in a rather gruff voice, “I’m awake! What is it?” Draco shifted beside him, grumbling as well.

“Phone for you. Your other freak friend wants to talk. Get down here and see what he wants, I’m going back to sleep.”

“All right!” Harry said. He slowly started to sit up. Draco felt Harry’s arms let go of him and he muttering in protest about the loss of warmth. He was about tmplamplain about Weasleys calling so damn early in the morning, but then remembered that that was what Ron said that he was going to do, and to ask him about their relationship. Draco smiled to himself, face half hidden into the pillow. Weasley was in for a real shocker now, because now him and Harry were ‘officially’ a couple.

Harry slowly climbed over Draco’s body, and then made his way to the door in only pajama bottoms.

“Let him down gently, Harry.” Draco said, chuckling softly.

“I’ll try, but I won’t guarantee anything.” Harry said before shutting the door. When he reached the receiver, he could hear a faint humming coming from it. It was Ron’s voice, and it sounded like he was humming some kind of wizard song as he waited. Harry snickered as he picked the phone up. “Hello Ron.”

“Hey Harry. Sorry to wake you, but I’ve wanted to ask you a few questions.”

“Couldn’t you wait until the afternoon to call? My uncle wasn’t too pleased with getting the call so early.”

“I realized that, but what more perfect opportunity to talk privately? Everyone here is still sleeping too.”

“Okay, so what did you have to ask me?”

“Well, er,” There was awkward silence for almost a minute. Harry waited patiently for his friend, knowing that Ron won’t back down in asking. “Right, um, so then . . . did you know that Malfoy called me last night?”

“Yeah, he told me. He also told me that he called you because he wanted to find out what I liked so that he could apologize to me.”

“And did he?” Ron asked, sounding irate.

“Yes. Was that all you wanted to know?”

“No, I also wanted to know if you and him are. . . I mean, Malfoy said that you were his. Is that true?”

Harry grinned, blushing slightly. “Well, at the time it wasn’t a sure thing. But um. . . it is now.”

Silence. All Harry could hear now was the soft buzzing of the other end of the phone, and the sound of the refrigerator motor. He cleared his throat, “Um, Ron? Are you still there?”

“I-I’m here, Harry. Uh. . . are you sure, um. . . you and Malfoy are. . .”

“Yes. We are now officially going out.”

“Going out. . . as in, his boyfriend?”

Harry blushed, glad that Ron couldn’t see. “Yeah. . . yeah he is. Um, I’m sorry if this is . . . I mean, he’s not really *that* bad, when you get to know him. And, uh, he’s not a death eater, I know that for sure. He’s just. . . he’s. . . Ron, you’re not mad at me, are you?”

“Wha? Me, mad? Gee, Harry, why would I be mad? You’re only seeing Malfoy, MY rival and biggest thorn in my side.”

“I usually like your sarcasm, Ron, but right now I don’t need to hear it. I know that you don’t like him, I understand, but. . . you’re going to have to trust me on this. There’s something else I need to tell you. . . actually, It’d be better if I showed you. Could you Floo over later tonight? Maybe after dinner, so that it won’t be such a big deal to my Aunt and Uncle.”

Ron sighed, “All right. I’ll be over at. . .” there was a pause, that sounded like he was looking at his clock, “Er, let’s say around nine. You’d be done with dinner then, right?”

“We’d be done by eight, I think. So, if you could, you could come over at eight thirty.”

“All right. I’ll do that instead. See you then.”

“Yup. See you, Ron.”

They hung up.

“So,” Draco said, making Harry jump. He was leaning thoughtfully on the living room’s doorway. “Weasley’s coming over tonight.”

“Yeah. I can’t keep this from him any longer.” Harry pointed at the Draconis Mark. “I need to let him know about it, and I need to show him that you’re no longer the bastard that he thinks you are.”

“Well, I wouldn’t count on that.” Draco smirked.

Harry snorted, “Relatively speaking, of course.”

“Oh, of course.” Draco walked over to Harry, arms folded.

“You know, my cousin might wake up and see you topless.”

Draco shrugged, “So? What are you getting at?”

“He likes you, in case you haven’t noticed.”

“Oh, I’ve noticed. And I don’t care. I gave him a bit of a fright last night.”

Harry’s brow shot up in surprise, “What did you do?”

“Nothing horrible. Just asked him what your favorite things were after I got done talking to Weasley, whom wasn’t a big help in that area.”

“So, do you still want to know about what my favorite things are?” Harry said, getting closer to Draco.

“Maybe,” Draco whispered. “Are you willing to tell me?”

“Sure. Go ahead and ask me.”

“Ok.” Draco leaned forward and lightly pressed a chaste kiss on Harry’s lips, “What’s your favorite color?”

“Green.”

Draco waockeocked at the answer, and then he smiled, “Oh really? So’s mine.”

“Figures.” Harry smiled. Draco kissed him again.

“What’s your favorite drink?”
utteutterbeer.”

“Favorite animal?”

“Wolf.”

“Interesting. Favorite food?”

“Chocolate frogs. But I also like Pork Chops.”

“Hm,” Draco hummed as Harry kissed him again. “Favorite thing to do?”

“Fly on my broom. Play Quidditch. Be at Hogwarts. Be with my friends. . . and kiss you.”

“Oh, really? Is that your new favorite thing?”

“Yup. I also like casting spells.”

“I bet you do.” Draco gave him a deep kiss. “You can now, you know. . . cast spells. Just like me, without getting into trouble.”

“I figured I could, since I had to use a spell to enlarge your crystal ball.”

“Yes. Do you know why you can?”

“I have a good guess that it has something to do with this Mark.” Harry tapped Draco’s Mark on his wrist.

“It’s your own Mark. It gives you the ability to do all kinds of secret things.”

“Like finding out who your contact is?” Harry grinned.
aco aco pulled back and raised a brow, “Yeah, you have found out. But you can’t tell anyone, ok?”

“I won’t. I promise.” Harry leaned into Draco’s embrace again, taking his lips into his own, slowly and gently.

There was a sudden bang behind them. They jumped, and then looked over at the doorway.

Dudley was standing there, in his pink bunny pajamas and slippers, eyes wide in shock and lips quivering.

“Dudley…” Harry was about to tell his cousin to please not saying anything, but the bigger boy turned around and left, letting out a wail that was mixed between a sob and a screech.

“Not good?” Draco said, gazing worriedly at his boyfriend.

“Not good.” Harry sighed.

~TBC~

There were some hidden festive meanings in this part. ^_^ I didn’t do that on purpose, of course. (like the part with Draco saying ‘tis the night for spells.’) Also, not only is there some angst in this part, I also unintentionally added sap. I really didn’t mean to, but I figured that they played around for far too long and it was time that they woke up (snickers) and smelt the heart pounding love.

I also appologize for some cliches that might have been in here, but I tried my best to make the moment(s) different. and if you could excuse me for making this part not as funny or good as the others, please, because I’ve been busy writing a few others, and my muse is being very fickled.

Ok, with that said now, thanks for reading! Reviews would be smashing.