Beyond Appearances

Title: Beyond Appearances


Author: Liadyn Malfoy


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Summary: Harry and Draco are returning to Hogwarts for their seventh year. Though this year is different. Alliances are formed and together they learn that there is always something beyond the appearance and that everyone wears a mask.


Rating: NC-17


Pairings: Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione...may be others!!


Beta: Candlewyk


Disclaimer: Hey There Guys!!! I know you already know this but I have to tell you again. I don not own Harry Potter or anything related to him. I'm not making money off of any of my stories. I just do this for the fun of it.




Chapter 6


#12 Grimmauld Place




Harry landed with ease and set Malfoy and the packages on the ground.


“Finite Incantatum.”


At the sound of the words, Draco could feel his muscles relaxing. With a grimace he pushed himself into a sitting position. “What the hell, Potter?” he shouted, looking around at his surroundings. The houses lining the street were shabby and garbage littered the walkway. “I’m sure you’re used to living in this kind of area but I most certainly will not.”


“For once in your life, could you not say anything.” Harry sighed, rolling his eyes.


“No!” Draco smirked. “And don’t tell me to shut up!”




“Technically, I didn’t tell you to shut up. I asked if you could not say anything. It was an inquiry, not a command!”


“Like bloody hell it was.” Draco snapped, standing up and brushing the dirt from his pants. “Where the hell are we anyway?”


“Headquarters.” Harry replied. “Although we seem to have a problem. I can see it, but you can’t.”


“See what?”


“#12"


“Oh wonderful, I’ve been rescued from the clutches of several bumbling idiots, only to be put with an even bigger one.” Draco said, rolling his eyes.


“That’s right, you were rescued.” Harry smirked.




Draco glared at the brunette, deciding to ignore the comment. “If you could read Potter, then you’d be able to see that there is no #12.”


“There will be.” Harry replied, heading across the road. “But I have to get you the address first.”


“What?” Draco yelled, in frustration. “You’re searching for an address that doesn’t even exist.”


Harry was half way across the road, when he stopped and turned around. Draco watched as a slow smile spread across his face.


“Potter?” he asked, backing up. He didn’t like that look at all. “What are you doing?”


“Just taking a little precaution.” Harry took a step forward and drew his wand.


With a flick of Harry’s wand, Draco found himself handcuffed to the streetlight. He stood there for a moment staring at the shiny metal, before exploding.




“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he shouted, pulling on the restriction. “Get this off me now!”


“Tsk, tsk, Malfoy.” Harry smirked, shaking his head. “You should be thankful that I left you with your wand. After all if I took it you would have no protection against those Death Eaters who seem to be on your arse.”


“Take them off!” Draco growled, in a low voice. “Take them off, now!”


“Relax, I’m just making sure you don’t run off while I get you the address.” Harry smiled, sweetly. “I’ll take them off when I come back.”


Harry began walking across the street, when he reached the other side of the road he vanished completely. Draco stood wide-eyed staring at the empty space where Harry had previously been standing.


“Potter!” he shouted, coming to his senses. “Potter, get back here now!”


Harry appeared once again onto the street. “By the way.” he grinned. “There’s an inscription on the left hand cuff that I’m sure you will appreciate!”


Without another word he disappeared again. Draco looked down at the metal wrapped around his left hand. Sure enough just above the key hole was a small inscription. It read ‘Property of H.J.P.’


“AHHHH!!!!” Draco screamed in anger, and began to pull frantically at the restraints. “Potter, you fucking arse!!! I swear, in the name of all things magical, I am going to rip your arms off!”


* * *


Harry chuckled as he entered the house, immediately heading towards the sitting room. There was a stack of papers with the address written on them in one of the desk drawers. In order for Draco to get into the house he would need one.


Harry pushed open the doors, only to be stopped in his tracks by what he saw. Sirius and none other than one Remus Lupin, were completely naked and currently in a rather intimate position.
Harry quickly pulled himself together and shook his head, adverting his eyes. He couldn’t wait for them to finish. Having an extremely pissed off Slytherin chained to the light post in front the headquarters was not a good thing to keep out in the open. Looking anywhere but at his Godfather and Remus he headed to the desk. Sirius and Remus were too caught up in what they were doing to notice him.


The walk to the desk was one of the longest minutes of his life. Relief swept over him as he reached the desk. All he had to do was grab the paper and get the hell out of there. As he pulled the piece of paper from the drawer, he hear two distinct moans of completion.


“Eww.” he muttered to himself, and yet thanking every god that he knew of that they were not ‘screamers’, as Sirius liked to say. Hoping they had finished he turned around. “You know you might want to put up signs. WARNING! MATING SESSION IN PROGRESS! I never wanted to see that the first time, let alone the next 7 after that. The least you could do is use a locking charm.”


Sirius slid out of Remus and rested on top of him. “Hey Harry.” he greeted cheerfully. Remus on the other hand had the decency to at least blush.


“Do you not have a bedroom?’ Harry asked, wincing at the Mrs. Weasley tone in his voice.


“Ah, change of scenery.” Sirius grinned.


“What if someone flooed in. As a matter of fact, Ron and Hermione will be here any minute.” Harry exclaimed . “Last time it took me over an hour to scrape Ron up off the floor.”


Sirius chuckled. “Yeah, that was hilarious.”


Harry rolled his eyes as Sirius burst into a fit of laughter at the mental picture.


“If it makes you feel better, Harry, I switched the main floo line to the fireplace in the library. This one is shut off.” Remus commented from his spot beneath Sirius. . “I just forgot to lock the door.”


“At least one of you is intelligent.” Harry grinned. “I don’t know what we would do if we had to rely on Sirius’ intelligence.”


“Hey!” Sirius pouted, sitting up.





Harry and Remus laughed.


“What are you doing here anyway, Harry?” Remus asked, sitting up and transfiguring clothing for both he and Sirius.


“We had a little run in with Death Eaters in Diagon Alley.” Harry shrugged, shifting from one foot to the other.


“Oh, well....WHAT?” Sirius yelled, jumping off the couch as the words clicked in. “Are you alright? What happened are you injured?”


“Calm down, Sirius.” Harry laughed, trying to escape from the man’s grasp. “They weren’t after me.”


“Then who were they after?” Remus asked, effectively pulling his lover away from Harry.


Harry laughed, and motioned that they should follow him.


Sirius and Remus shared a look, but followed none the less. They had only got out the door, when Ron came storming down the hallway. Hermione running behind him.


“Where the hell is that little ferret!”


“Relax Ron.” Harry shook his head. “Follow me.”


Harry went wordlessly to the door and opened it. Smirking he leaned against the door frame and motioned for the others to take a look. Hermione, Ron, Remus and Sirius all crowded around the door.


Remus and Hermione’s jaws dropped, while grins spread across Sirius and Ron’s faces.


“Is that...”




“Uh huh.” Harry nodded.


“And he...”


“Yep.”


“And you...”


“Uh huh.” Harry grinned. “I even left a little inscription on the handcuffs.”


“What did it say?” Ron asked, gleefully.


“Property of Harry James Potter.”


Ron and Sirius burst out into a fit of laughter, while Hermione gasped, staring between the blonde and Harry.


“He is going to be so mad when you let him go.” Hermione finally said, leaning against the door way, the bridge of her nose pinched between her fingers. When she opened them again, they widened twice their normal size. “Oh god.”


Harry glanced at her. “What?”


She merely closed her eyes and pointed. Harry looked in the direction she indicating, and saw what she was looking at. A rather elderly muggle was walking up the street, eyeing the struggling blonde. When he was about 10 meters from Draco, he stopped and stared openly, his head cocked to the side.


The man stood there for roughly three minutes before the raging blonde realized he was there. In the middle of trying to pull his arm off, Draco stopped mid action, slowly turning his head in the direction of the gaze. When he met the eyes of the man he stood for a moment staring at him before he exploded once again.


“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU LOOKING AT?” Draco screamed, startling the old man into movement. “YOU STUPID ASS MUGGLE. YOU WAIT UNTIL I GET OUT OF HERE!”


At the outburst the old man glared and smacked the blonde with his walking stick. “Don’t you scream at me.” he scoffed. “You’re the idiot who got yourself tied to a pole.” With that the man hobbled off down the street. For a moment Draco stared after the man before freaking out all over again.


Harry, Ron, and Sirius all burst out laughing. Unfortunately for them, Hermione had had enough. “Harry James Potter! You get your ass down there and release him!” she yelled, blushing slightly as four pairs of shocked eyes fell on her.


Harry stared at her for a moment before jumping down the steps. He wasn’t about to take any chances with her. The fact that she had cursed was enough to let him know that she was ticked.


Ron went to follow Harry, but Hermione grabbed his arm and pulled him back into the house. “You stay right where you are,” she snapped.


Sirius grinned as Ron took a step back from the fuming girl. Catching Ron’s eye he made the motion and sound of a whip cracking. At the sound Hermione spun around and slapped him.



“Sirius Black, you are an idiot! Standing there making jokes. This is not funny.” she yelled, hands on her hip. “The Death Eaters are not only after Harry but Draco as well, and Harry leaves him tied up outside of headquarters with no protection. Anything could have happened. It probably would have been better to mail out invitations to all the Death Eaters with the address in it! And you stand there laughing like it some big joke. I would have expected it from Harry or Ron but you are suppose to be an adult! Grow up!”


Sirius stared in shock, a hand holding his cheek. When he snapped back to his senses, he glared at her. “You have been spending too much time with Molly.” Without another word he turned on his heels and headed back into the house.


Remus sighed. “You shouldn’t have slapped him, Hermione.”


“He deserved it. Honestly, he..”


“Yes, I agree, his comments were a bit immature and Harry should never have taken the risk that he did, but you are just as much out of order as they are” Remus scolded, before turning and following Sirius.


Hermione glared after them, her face flushed with anger and embarrassment. She knew he was right but she wasn’t about to admit it. Not yet anyway.


* * *


Harry bounced down the steps, watching as the blonde continued to struggle with his restraints. He almost felt guilty for tormenting Draco. Almost. The moment he stepped back out onto the street Draco froze, and turned to face him. Harry raised an eyebrow when the onslaught of insults that he had been expecting, didn’t come.


Harry grinned, when he reached the blonde. “So how did it go?” he asked, fishing in his pocket for his wand. “Did any big old Death Eaters show up?”


Draco narrowed his eyes, but didn’t speak. Harry shrugged and held the piece of paper with the address on it in front of him. “Here read this.” Harry watched as Draco’s eyes scanned the paper, and then widen slightly as headquarters came into focus behind him.


“I suppose I should let you go now.” Harry replied, lazily pointing his wand at the handcuffs. “Alohamora.”


With a click they opened and fell to the ground. Harry reached down and picked them, up. With a smirk he held them out to the blonde. “Here. Call it a keepsake.”


Before he realized what was happening Draco’s fist had connected with his nose, breaking the bone and sending blood flying everywhere. Harry cried out in pain, and pulled back clutching his nose. Draco stood in front of him, hands hanging at his side, and glaring at him, never saying a word.


To his left, Harry caught a flash of red before a fist reached out and connected with Draco’s jaw, sending the blonde backwards. “Ron!” Harry shouted. “No!”


If Harry had hopes of stopping the fight, he had lost them the moment Draco pushed him self up and advanced on Ron. Normally he wouldn’t have worried about Ron, but Draco was beyond mad. Harry had never seen him actually result to fist fighting. He had only ever seen the blonde throw comments at others. He usually left the fist to fist stuff to Crabbe and Goyle, that was until you got him angry.


Draco and Ron where now, rolling around on the ground, each trying to get as many shots in as possible. Ignoring the blood running down his face, Harry stepped forward and grabbed onto Draco and tried to pull the blonde off of Ron. “Malfoy, Ron! Stop!”


A sharp elbow to the chest from Draco, and Harry was forced to release him. As soon as he had broken free of Harry’s grip he jumped back on Ron, hitting him square in the jaw.


“THAT IS ENOUGH!”


All three of them froze in their actions, Ron gripping the front of Draco’s shirt, Draco with his fist half way to Ron’s jaw, and Harry with his arms around Draco, trying to pull him off. All of them looked towards the noise. Hermione was storming towards them, looking like an angel of death. Her hair was flying around her, her eyes were narrowed, and her wand was out.


Draco glanced between Ron and Hermione. Ron he could handle, but he wasn’t about to deal with Hermione. With a smirk, he punched Ron one last time and allowed Harry to pull him to his feet before shaking him off as well.


“What do you think you are doing?” Hermione yelled, stopping in front of them. “Fighting in the middle of the street like a pack of rabid dogs.”


“If I were you Granger, I would learn to control your own mutt.” Draco snapped, sending Ron a disgusted glare and storming off in the direction of the house. The Gryffindor trio watched him disappear into the house.


With a sigh, Harry reached down and helped Ron to his feet. His left eye was already starting to bruise and there was a small gash above his right eyebrow, which was dripping blood into his eye. “Well, that could have gone better.” he chuckled, wiping some of the blood from his face.


“You deserved everything you got, Harry.” Hermione scolded. “Honestly you chained him to a light post in the middle of a dodgy street, just after you helped him escape a bunch of rather ticked off Death Eaters. He had every right to hit you.”




“But Herm’...”


Harry winced as Hermione’s eyes narrowed. Ron really needed to learn when to keep his mouth shut.


“And you! Who do you think you are?” she asked, hands on hip and foot tapping. “Rushing into things before you bother to think it through. That fight had nothing to do with you. It was between Harry and Malfoy. It was already over when you decided to barge in and make matters worse.”


“But, he punched Harry.”


“And Harry deserved it.” Hermione yelled.


“How can you say that?” Ron yelled in return.


“How can you say that he didn’t!”


Harry sighed and headed for the house. His head hurt enough already, listening to them argue was only going to make it worse. When he entered the house, Sirius was just coming out of the kitchen.



“Nice shiner.” he grinned, slapping Harry on the back.


“Thanks.” Harry said, rolling his eyes. “Where’s Malfoy?”


“With Molly, in the kitchen. She’s fixing him up now.” Sirius replied, trying to hide his grin, but failing miserably. “So one shot, huh?”


Harry glared, gingerly touching his nose. “And what a bloody shot it was. It hurt like hell. The bridge is defiantly broken. Do you think Mrs. Weasley can fix it?”


“She’s got seven children, 6 of which play or played Quidditch.” Sirius laughed. “I’m sure she’ll manage. Come on. You’re bleeding all over the carpet.”




Harry followed Sirius into the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley was just fixing up Draco’s split lip. “I don’t have any salve.” She replied, putting her wand back into her pocket. “The bruises are just going to have to heal on their own.”


Draco didn’t say anything, but nodded that he understood.


“Sit there and relax for a while.” Mrs. Weasley said, handing him a cup of tea and moving around the table to deal with Harry’s injuries. “Dear me, you look terrible.”


Harry glared over her shoulder, as Draco snorted into his drink. “The bridge is broken and I have a killer headache.”


“Sit down.” Molly instructed, guiding Harry to a chair. “Okay I warn you that it will hurt a bit.”


“Nothing could hurt worse then it breaking.” Harry muttered, sending another glare at the blonde, who seemed rather entertained.


“Okay, take a deep breath, Harry.”


Harry breathed in deeply, while Mrs. Weasley flicked her wand. Before he had a chance to exhale, the bone in his nose snapped back together. The air he had been holding in rushed out of him in a scream of pain and tears gathered in his eyes.


“I thought you said it would only hurt a little.” Harry gasped.


“Well, it’ll teach you not to fight. But Professor Snape will be arriving later. I can ask him to bring you a potion for the pain if you want?” Molly laughed. “Now go show, Draco to his room.”


“Don’t bother.” Draco snapped, standing up. “I’m not staying.”


“Oh yes, you are.” Mrs. Weasley smiled. “I have strict orders from Dumbledore that both of you are to remain here. Now Harry, why don’t you go and show Draco where he will be sleeping.”


“And where is that?” Harry asked, glaring at the blonde.


“With you of course.” Molly grinned, watching for their reaction. It didn’t take long for them to appear.


“WHAT?” they shouted.


“What about Ron?” Harry asked.



“Ron will sleep with Charlie.” Molly answered. “He’ll be arriving with Professor Snape.”


“I will not sleep in the same room as Potter.” Draco yelled, crossing his arms.


“You will, whether you like it or not.” Molly replied, growing tired of their whining. “Now, both of you up stairs now.”


Harry sighed and turned on his heel, making to leave the room.


“Oh, and Harry.” Mrs. Weasley called. “Would you mind sending my dolt of a son in?”


“Sure Mrs. Weasley.”


Harry left the kitchen, silently fuming about the situation, Draco sulking behind him. As they neared the front door Hermione and Ron’s voices grew louder. Thankfully Mrs. Black’s portrait had been removed earlier that summer. In the end they had resorted to burning the frame from the wall.


“I don’t care Ronald Weasley.” Hermione shouted. “You had no right.”


“Like hell I didn’t.”


“Why don’t you grow up!”


“HEY!” Harry shouted, glaring at the two of them. “My head is killing me, could you please keep it down.”




Hermione glared at her boyfriend. “Sure Harry. This conversation is over anyway,” she said, before heading in the direction of the library.




Harry watched her go, before turning back to Ron. “Your mother wants to see you in the kitchen.”


The words had an immediate impact on the red-head. “Mom is here?”


“Yep. And she knows everything.”


“Oh, merlin.” Ron sighed, and began to make his way to the kitchen, shooting a dirty look at Draco on his way.


With no other distractions, Harry had nothing else to do but show Draco to his room. He headed up the stairs, with Draco behind him. When they reached the second landing, he headed off down the hallway. Harry’s room was on the same floor as Sirius, Remus, and Buckbeak. Hermione, Ron, and Charlie were on the floor below.


When they reached the second door, Harry pulled it open and entered. Instead of the large double bed that he had been used to, there was now two singles. Great! He thought. Not only do I have to live with him, but I’m denied comfort as well.


As Harry walked into the room, and began to remove his clothes until he stood in nothing but his boxers, which at the moment were red. He made his way to the dresser and pulled out another pair of boxers and threw them at the blonde.


If his head hadn’t of hurt so much he probably would have seen the blush that stained Draco’s cheeks. As it were, he missed it completely as he flopped down on his bed.


Draco continued to stand in the same spot, staring at Harry. Oh. My. God. He mind screamed. Those baggy sacs that he normally wears hide a lot!!! Draco paled as his mind registered the thought. Shaking his head, he effectively smothered the thought and stared down at the clothing in his hand.


“I am not wearing these!” he demanded throwing them back onto the floor.


Harry sighed and opened a bleary eye. “My head hurts. Shut up!”


“I don’t care. I’m not wearing those.”


“Then don’t.” Harry snapped. “If you want to sleep in your filthy clothes then fine.”


“It’s still the middle of the afternoon” Draco snapped.


“So. I’m tired.” Harry responded closing his eyes. “And don’t bother telling me your not. Not after you and Ron were trying to rip each other’s heads off.”


Draco glared at the brunette but refrained from saying anything. Sleep did sound good. His muscles were sore and stiff. He glanced down at his own clothing and then back to the pair of clean boxers on the floor. They weren’t the silk that he was used to but they were clean. With a sigh, he reached down and grabbed the boxers. Might as well get used to these. He thought sullenly. It looks like I won’t be able to afford what I’m used to now anyway.


Making sure that Harry’s eyes were closed, he slipped out of his clothes and into the boxers, wincing as the scratchy material rubbed against his skin. He honestly had no idea how people could wear them everyday.


Putting his clothes on one of the chairs in the room, he climbed into the empty bed. Despite the fact that he had argued about going to bed at this time of the day, his eyes slid shut as soon as his head hit the pillow.