Harry Potter and the Eyes of the Dragon

Chapter VII: DA Comeback

Ron and Hermione weren’t a bit shocked when Harry told them about having seen Malfoy’s Dark Mark. In fact, their reaction was closer to satisfaction.

‘Didn’t you hear what I just said?’ Harry asked.

‘Of course we did, Harry’, Hermione said. ‘Having proves that say Malfoy is a Death Eater is the best thing that could’ve happened. Now you can go tell Dumbledore and he’ll get expelled!’

‘I won’t do that’, he said firmly.

‘Harry, don’t you realize how dangerous it is to have a Death Eater around? He could be spying on you right now!’, Ron yelled.

‘He is spying on me. I already knew it and he told me so last night. Be he also said the last place he wanted to be right now was here and he’d be more than pleased to get away, in other words, get expelled.’

‘And you believed him? Come on! He only said that to keep you away from telling on him.’

‘You didn’t see him last night, ‘Mione. He was scared, I mean, really scared. He was practically begging for help.’

‘That doesn’t sound at all like Malfoy’, said Ron.

‘Exactly. He’s changed. He doesn’t want to be a Death Eater. And I think that could be a great thing. What if he switches sides and fights with us? Then, we’d have one of us spying on them.’

‘Yeah, right. Like he’d ever be one of us’, Ron laughed.

‘So, what do you suggest?’, Hermione asked. ‘We sit around and do nothing even though we know You-Know-Who’s up to something?’

‘No. I was thinking about resuming with the old DA meetings.’

‘OK, then. I’ll take care of rejoining the members’, Hermione said and headed out the common room.

‘Are you sure he’s trustworthy? Malfoy, I mean’, Ron asked after Hermione had left.

‘Not yet, but he could be. There’s just something about Malfoy we seemed to miss.’

‘Like what?’

‘I’m not sure. I’ve always seen him like a shallow prick whose only concerns in the world were having everything he wanted and make other people suffer to feel superior, but now I’m beginning to think that’s just what he wanted us to believe as a sort of self-protection shield.’

‘Blimey, I hope you’re wrong!’, Ron exclaimed.

‘What?’

‘I’m not saying having him on our side wouldn’t be good, it’s just that… you see, there are certain statements that make my world hold steady, and Malfoy being a shallow prick is one of them. I actually sensed a small quake when you suggested otherwise.’ Ron laughed and shuddered. ‘So, why do you think he said he didn’t want to be here?’

‘I don’t know. I’ve been asking myself that same question all day, and the only conclusion I got to was that he must know some of the things on Vold…You-Know-Who’s plans. Ron, you have to stop fearing his name! It’s exhausting!’

‘Sorry. Do you recon he’ll attack the castle?’, he asked.

‘Well, I’m not sure if that’s even possible. Hogwarts is supposed to be the safest place in England and having Dumbledore around makes it even safer. But if that’s not it, then I can’t think of anything that would make Malfoy want to leave.’

‘At least we have time. His attacks are always around May and June, so that gives us, at least, five months’, Ron commented.

‘You’re right. Why do you think that is?’

‘Well, you know how the warm weather makes hormones wild up… some people want to shag, he wants to kill. It’s all scientifically proved, mate.’

***

The Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom was beginning to clear up. Harry walked up to Alastor Moody before he dashed out of the room like he usually did.

‘Professor Moody.’

‘Yes, Potter? What can I do for you?’, he asked with his normal eye fixed on him and his magic blue eye spinning around.

‘I’ve been meaning to ask you if you could give me some sort of special defence lessons, you
know, to be prepared.’

‘Oh, I see. Yes, yes… you, of all people, need to be ready and awake.’

‘I know Voldemort hasn’t been showing himself lately, and that worries me. I think he’s up to something, and I think it would be for the best if I learnt some more defence’, Harry explained. ‘And I can’t think of anyone who’d be best to teach me than you.’

‘And what about Dumbledore?’, he asked suspiciously.

‘He has taught me some defence last year, and he was good, that’s for sure… but, I don’t know… I need to learn as much as I can and fast, he just wasn’t strict enough’, Harry lied.

‘OK, then. I’d be glad to teach you everything I know, but I will tell Dumbledore I’m doing this’, Moody informed him, now with both eyes on him.

‘Sure, that’s no problem. So, when can we start?’

‘Anytime you like. I have the whole evening if you want.’

‘That would be perfect. I’ll see you later, then. Thanks, Professor.’

Harry walked out of the classroom, not completely pleased by what Moody had said about telling Dumbledore, but happy to have his plans working. He didn’t actually know why he didn’t want the Headmaster to know, but he didn’t. Probably because he hated how he always knew everything. But everything would be alright, it wasn’t strange for him to want to learn defence so it shouldn’t make Dumbledore get all suspicious. If Mr. Paranoia, a.k.a. Mad-Eye Moody, hadn’t thought it was weird, why should he?

‘Harry!’, Hermione called him. ‘Here’s the list.’

‘What list?’

‘The list I’ve been making of the old and potentially new members’, she said as thought he should’ve guessed. ‘I haven’t told anyone yet, but as soon as you say so, I’ll spread the word. We are still doing this, right?’

‘No, Hermione. I think it would be a waste of time.’

‘Oh… OK. I’ll just throw away the list, in case…’

‘I’m kidding, you fool’, Harry laughed. ‘Thanks for the list, I’ll take a look at it later. I’ve just arranged a special class with Moody this evening, that way I’ll know what to teach during the meetings or something.’

‘Great idea! But don’t you think it’ll be too advanced? I mean, I don’t think the younger students will know how to do it.’

‘Well, we can always try.’

Harry was about to leave the Great Hall when Hermione stopped him.

‘Where are you going?’

‘Outside, just for a while before I go to Moody’s office. I really need to go take some fresh air.’

‘OK, see you later. I’ve got to go find Ron.’

The ground was completely covered with snow and the cold air froze Harry’s lungs, but he didn’t care. He just wanted some peace and quiet, like he always did lately. It was some sort of new routine of his: you’re alone, you go out. And since Ron and Hermione always got together in the afternoon, that was when he tended to leave the castle.

He sat under a tree and closed his eyes, just hearing the soft blowing of the wind and the hissing of the snake. Wait, hissing of the snake?

Harry opened his eyes and looked around. There it was. The same green slim snake he’d seen before the Christmas feast.

‘You again’, Harry hissed.

‘Well, thiss iss actually my territory. You are the intruder.’

‘Why do you keep following me around?’

‘Firsst, I’m not following you. Ssecond, I find you very interessting’, the snake answered.

‘Oh, yeah? And why iss that?’, Harry hissed.

‘You’re alwayss alone.’

‘I like being alone, what’ss wrong with that?’

‘There’ss nothing wrong… It’ss jusst funny that you, the famouss Harry Potter hass no one to
sspend the afternoonss.’

‘Mind your own bussiness, Malfoy.’

The snake froze, and even though it would be anatomically impossible, Harry thought it had just grinned at him.

‘How did you find out?’, Draco hissed.

‘Well, you’ve been sspying on me, you’ve called me an idiot in ssnake form, and after the Quidditch match you ssent me a note that read “Hiss”.’

‘Oh, that’ss right. I had forgotten the note.’

‘Look, thiss iss very dissturbing, if you want to talk, take your human form. If you don’t, you’re welcome to sslide the hell away from me.’

‘Goodbye, then’, Draco hissed. ‘Nice talking to you again, idiot.’

***

Harry walked to Mad-Eye Moody’s office that evening after spending hours digesting the idea of Malfoy being an animagus. He was much more powerful than he thought he was, first a Death Eater, now a bloody snake. Why wasn’t he a bloody snake? Well, maybe not a snake, but he couldn’t believe Malfoy had finally won over him. He didn’t like thinking he was better than other people, but he couldn’t help it. And, just like Malfoy had said during detention, maybe he did like being special.
He stopped in front of the door, which opened before he even knocked. His shock must have shown a lot, since Moody immediately said ‘I saw you arrive.’

Oh, yes… the eye, Harry thought to himself. He had always felt awkward around him, knowing he could see through everything. I bet he could see what I had for lunch if he wanted to…

‘Hello, Professor Moody’, he greeted and walked in. The office was pretty much the same as it was in fourth year, only with a couple of personal items spread around the room.

‘Have a seat, Potter. Let’s talk a bit first, shall we?’, Moody said smiling a smile that looked like it had been cut sloppily with a knife.

Harry swallowed. He knew Moody wasn’t someone easy to fool, and yet he had asked him for help.

‘How have you been?’, he asked.

‘Same as usual. Fine, but worried’, Harry answered honestly.

‘I see… are you worried about anything in particular? Have you had any nightmares that told you something about Voldemort?’

‘No, I haven’t dreamed of him since last summer, and I already told Dumbledore about it.’

‘So why do you want me to teach you Defence, why now?’, he asked suspiciously.

‘I just want to be prepared, you know. For when the time comes.’

‘And that’s all? No other reasons?’

‘No’, Harry lied, and he suddenly wished he hadn’t. Somewhere behind his back, a Sneakoscope begun shrilling, indicating he wasn’t telling the truth. Moody raised an eyebrow and his deformed face looked more amorphous than ever.

‘Alright, that’s not all’, Harry said, his cheeks flushing. ‘I wanted to start again with the DA meetings.’

‘DA as in Dark Arts?’, he asked.

‘What? No! As in Dumbledore’s Army!’

‘Sorry, just had to check’, Moody said. ‘So what are these meetings?’

‘I teach Defence to other people who’s also worried and wants to be prepared to fight Voldemort and the Death Eaters’, he explained. ‘I’m sure something will happen this year. Everyone is. And I thought a little help wouldn’t hurt.’

‘And that’s where I come in, isn’t it?’, he asked.

‘Exactly. I may know enough Defence to escape Voldemort, but it’s not nearly enough to truly fight him and pass on the knowledge.’

‘But I thought Dumbledore had taught you the killing curse last year.’

‘Yes, but still. I just don’t feel ready. And I’m not about to teach them how to kill, either.’

‘OK. Take your wand and let’s start, then’, Moody said getting up from his seat and walking to the centre of the room. ‘This will be your first class, right? So, I think you should start with the basics. Disarming, stunning and all that; and when you think they’re ready to start with the hard spells I suggest one of my personal favourites… throw me a curse and I’ll show you.’
Harry lift his wand and thought for a second. ‘Obliviate!’

In that same instant, Moody waved his wand and said ‘Huracano!’. Some sort of blue wind blew around him, and the flash of light from Harry’s spell mixed with it. He stared amazed at the beautiful wind, now greenish-blue.

After the wind stopped swirling, Moody said, ‘As you can see, this is just a simple shield spell, but at the same time it’s a hell of a distraction. Whilst you were standing there admiring the colours change, I could’ve hit you with a curse easily.’

Mad-Eye taught Harry how to cast the spell and, about 40 minutes later, Harry left the office with the effects of a backwards-walk curse still on him, which Moody promised to teach him some other time, but feeling extremely pleased. He went back to the Gryffindor tower trying not to bump into anything in his way (and failing, of course), and told Hermione she was free to spread the word. THE DA WAS OFFICIALLY BACK!

***

The Gryffindor common room was deserted that evening. Harry was with Moody, Hermione was at the Library, and the only one sitting pathetically alone by the fire was Ron, and not because he wanted to. He had been with Hermione until now, doing her company while she looked for good defensive spells to tell Harry about, but he left after being shushed by her for the third time. He could stand being second best after Harry to the others, but not to Hermione!

She walked in the room carrying a big pile of books.

‘There you are!’, she said putting the books on the round table closest to him. ‘Why did you leave?’

‘Gee, I don’t know… maybe because you were treating me like rubbish?’

‘What are you talking about?’, Hermione shrieked.

‘All I wanted was to be with you and you kept pushing me away and shushing me!’

‘I’m sorry Ron, but I was just trying to help Harry out with the DA.’

‘Did he ever ask you to help him? Did he?’, he asked feverishly, getting on his feet.

‘No, but I thought he could use the help. I mean, the DA…’

‘This is not about the DA, Hermione!’, he yelled. His face was beginning to blush.

‘Then tell me, what is this about?’

‘This is about you choosing Harry over me. That’s what this is about.’

‘Are you kidding me?’, she yelled irritated.

‘Does it look like I’m kidding? Anytime Harry wants something, you forget about me and jump by his side! Today, for example, I wanted to be with you, to talk to you, and you didn’t even care!’

‘But Ron, we’re always together! It’s not like I abandoned you or anything. I just wanted to help Harry because he’s one of my best friends, that’s it. Besides, we’d been together all day, what did you want to talk about at the Library that you couldn’t have said earlier?’

‘That I love you!’

Hermione stared at him with eyes wide-open. He was shaking and had tears on his eyes, which he was trying to hold back. She instinctively ran toward him and hugged him, stoking his bright red hair.
‘I spent the whole night thinking about it…’, he whispered in her neck. ‘And since I got up I’ve been getting the courage to tell you, and when I finally did, you didn’t let me.’

‘I am so, so sorry, Ron’, she cried.

‘No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have reacted like that…’, he said. ‘Hell, I hate fighting you. Every yell is like a painful smack on my stomach…’

‘I know…’, she caressed his face and kissed him softly on the lips. ‘Let’s just calm down, OK?’

They sat on the same armchair and cuddled silently, enjoying the warmth from the fire and one another’s.

The portrait hole opened and Harry went in with his nose up, trying to stop the bleeding, but at least he was back to his normal walking.

‘Harry?’, Ron asked. ‘What happened to you?’

‘I fell down. Long story’, he answered shortly.

‘Oh, wait!’, Ron said taking his wand out and point at the armrest. ‘Diffindo!’

The fabric tore and he took some cotton out of it.

‘Here, mate. Put this up your nose’, he told Harry, offering the cotton ball.

‘Thanks, Ron!’

‘Are you really going to put that in your nose? That’s dirty and older than the three of us together!’, Hermione cried. ‘Come here… let me have a look at it.’

Harry walked toward the armchair and she leaned closer, wand in hand, examining Harry’s nose.

‘Sanitas!’

The bleeding stopped instantaneously.

‘Hey, thank you! Where did you learn that?’, Harry asked impressed.

‘Around’, she said simply, beaming from satisfaction.

‘That could be useful! Would you like to teach it at the DA?’, he asked.

‘Unbelievable!’, Ron exclaimed. ‘All day in the Library, and this is what he wants…’

‘So, how did it go with Professor Moody?’, Hermione asked.

‘Great, I already have a great spell to teach. So, whenever you like, you can spread the word.’

‘OK, I’ll take care of it… tomorrow’, she said and she cuddled against Ron again.

Ron begun falling asleep on the armchair about 20 minutes after Harry went to bed, and even though he didn’t want to move, Hermione told him to go to sleep.

‘Can’t we just spend the night here…?’, he asked in a hushed voice.

‘Yes, if you want to wake up with your left arm completely numb’, she told him. ‘Go. I’ll see you tomorrow.’

They kissed and he walked toward the boys dorm rooms.

‘Oh, and Ron… you know, I love you too.’

‘I know. But it’s nice hearing it from you’, he said smiling. ‘‘Night.’

It only took him a second to get into his pyjamas and fall asleep. He was sitting alone in Diagon Alley about to eat a chocolate frog when it said to him ‘Ron, wake up.’ He opened his eyes and found himself lying in bed in the dark with Hermione kneeled beside him.

‘‘Mione?’, he asked with an I-just-woke-up voice. ‘What are you doing here?’

‘I’ve got a surprise for you.’

‘Now? What time is it?’

‘I don’t know… 2 a.m., probably’, she said running a finger down his throat.

‘Please, tell me this is not a dream…’, he prayed, and was silenced by a kiss.

Their tongues fought roughly for control, trying to get as much as possible from the other.

Hermione moved her kisses to his neck, licking, sucking, biting. Ron bit his bottom lip to repress his moans. He was getting terribly aroused and her weight on his crotch didn’t help at all. She pressed on it even farther, and watched Ron’s reaction pleased; he tilted his head backwards, he arched upwards and clutched the sheets. In a matter of seconds they were both inexpertly trying to
take the other one’s clothes off.

‘Wait’, he whispered. ‘We shouldn’t do this now… we have no sort of…’

‘Protection?’, she asked. ‘I took a birth control potion earlier.’

‘I truly do love you’, he laughed. ‘We should put a silencing spell.’

‘I already took care of it.’

‘Brilliant!’, he said, trying to unhook her bra.

‘Stop.’

‘What? What’s wrong…?’

‘Nothing… I just wanted to warn you, because I don’t want you to get disappointed…’

‘What?!’, he asked desperately.

‘I’m wearing a push-up bra’, she blushed.

He laughed and kissed her again. ‘Silly woman, I don’t care!’

He took her bra off and touched her breasts tenderly.

He rolled her onto her back and said, ‘No, this is too weird.’

‘I knew I shouldn’t have rushed you! I’m so stupid!’

‘No, no, no. NO! I mean, in my dreams your always on top.’

She started laughing so hard, it would’ve woken up the whole castle if it hadn’t been for the silencing spell. Still laughing, they rolled around again.

‘Ha, this definitely looks better’, Hermione said frankly, and started teasing Ron with her fingers, starting with his collarbone.

Ron closed his eyes in pleasure and gasped. He could feel her touch on his sides and stomach like a warm tickle and her lips pressing on his right nipple. He opened his eyes widely when she kindly bit it. He looked into her eyes, her innocent, sparkling eyes. She smiled and licked his chest, still stroking his side with one hand and the other going slowly to the South. He moaned loudly when she grabbed his painful erection, stroking it over and over.

And then, her hand had gone from his cock to his waist. He whined and looked down in the exact moment when she pressed herself on him. He saw the face of pure ecstasy on her as she pushed his cock inside her. Ron unconsciously thrust his hip upwards making her groan and squeezed her arse.

He felt an indescribable satisfaction in his penis and knew it would all end soon. He heard Hermione’s whimpers, her breathing, her heartbeat. He gripped the bed hangings when he felt fire underneath his skin and, with a loud moan, he came and pulled from the hangings a little too vehemently, ripping them off the bed.

They both started laughing again, Hermione covered completely by the fabric.
‘What was that?!’, Neville screamed.

The other three Gryffindors woke up to find a dark fabric shape sitting on top of Ron, who was covering his mouth with his hands to drown the laughing.

‘Ron, please tell me that’s not Hermione!’, Harry cried out.

A small ‘Hi, Harry’ was heard from underneath the unhanged hangings. ‘Could you people turn
around so I can get dressed and get the hell out of here?’

After they had both put on their underwear and pyjamas, Ron walked her out.

‘Sorry about that…’, he said.

‘Well, at least we’ll always remember it’, she laughed.

‘But it should’ve been romantic and…’

‘It was perfect. I’ll see you in the morning.’

They kissed goodbye and he watched her walk away gracefully. It really was perfect…