Emerald and silver

Chapter 21


The conversation at dinner was quite animated consisting mostly of gossip from Hogwarts. Blaise wanted to catch up with everything he had missed. Everyone found the retelling of Pansy Parkinson’s predicament rather amusing and laughed quite heartily. Harry found Draco to be a most witty and animated storyteller. After dinner Voldemort and Harry left Draco and Blaise alone to catch up, claiming they had things to discuss. Blaise explained to Draco the story of his father’s betrayal and that he and his mother would not be alive if it were not for the Emerald Dragon, even though he had no idea where his mother was. Draco agreed that, in the past, the Death Eaters had never shown leniency. Rather it was more of an Avada Kedavra first, ask questions later approach. Blaise also shared with Draco that Lord Voldemort was a most generous lover and that he was treated better now than he had ever been with his pare Sin Since he would not be going back to Hogwarts, Blaise explained that he was also receiving magical training from Lord Voldemort. Draco explained the circumstances concerning his being at the manor and that he was going to be apprenticing with the Emerald Dragon. Blaise knew how Draco felt about Pansy, for years the blonde had confided in him about his feelings towards the girl and how the bitch took advantage of the prearrangement.

“So do you have anyone in mind now that you are no longer pinned down to that sluttish shrew?” Blaise inquired chuckling.
“Not really, I’ve only just become a free man. I believe I’ll have a difficult time finding someone my parents think is acceptable. Didn’t Lord Voldemort set something up for the Emerald Dragon, to meet acceptable eligible ladies? Maybe I could get a list or something of those still on the availabilities list.”
Blaise started laughing.
“What is so funny?” Draco drawled.
“Draco, the Emerald Dragon exp expressed an opinion of disinterest in the female gr. Ir. I believe he stated that, he does not think he could find a worthy companion among women and that he is more attracted to men.”
“Ohhh?” said Draco, arching an eyebrow.
“Voldemort did set up a few meetings, arrange a few evening gatherings, with acceptable, eligible young men, but it seems he was not able to find a worthy companion among them. As far as I know, he has never carried on any type of relationship past a blowjob or quick shag in the back room of the lounge. I’ve encountered more than a few teary-eyed or angry young men who pushed their advances on him hoping to sway his decision with sexual gratification.”
“So he’s only interested in one night stands?” Draco drawled, trying to remain detached.
“No, that’s not it at all. He has told me he’s looking for someone to share his life with and he doesn’t take it further because he doesn’t want to lead them to believe it’s anything more than it He He doesn’t want to lead them on.”
“Then why does he do anything with them? It’s like he’s just using them!” Draco said dryly.
“Give me a break Draco. He is a young hormonal guy, not a eunuch. He can’t help it if he’s the catch of the decade, maybe the century. He’s good-looking, powerful, and Lord Voldemort’s successor. Who wouldn’t want him, not to mention I’ve heard the parents of the perspectives tell them to do what ever it takes. They throw themselves at him; it’s shameless on their part really. But one thing I have noticed and I’ve questioned him about; he doesn’t kiss any of them, he said it’s too personal, something he can’t share unless it’s the right person,” Blaise replied.
Draco had a look of shock and slight distaste on his face, before he schooled his features.
“Don’t look so appalled; like you used to be any better. In fact, if I remember correctly, you just might have been worse. You only slept with those girls out of revenge, not even for hormonal reasons. Emerald Dragon at least doesn‘t act like a complete bastard; he lets them know upfront what‘s going on that he‘s not interested,” Blaise snorted.
“Are you defending him? Do you fancy him yourself?” Draco drawled, hiding his true emotions inside. ‘That’s just ludicrous I can’t be jealous,’ he thought.
“I’m quite content with my current situation, thank you very much. Not to mention I think Tom is incredibly sexy himself, he doesn’t look his age at all.”
“Tom?” Draco asked.
“Opps. I’m only supposed to call him that in the bedroom; very few people know it’s his real name.” Blaise said reverently.
“Why doesn’t he want any one to know? If that is the case, why did he even tell you?” Draco questioned.
“He doesn’t believe it holds any power; unlike Lord Voldemort, people hear that name and cower in fear. It’s not like I can scream out Lord Voldemort in the throws of passion.”
“Ugh, too much information, Blaise.”
Blaise sniggered and before long the two of them were laughing uncontrollably.
“I’ll see you later, Blaise. I think I’m going to head up to my room; I’m knackered.”

When Draco opened the door to the common room that he was now to be sharing with the Emerald Dragon, he spotted him sitting on the sofa reading.
James looked up from his book and said, “Your things arrived a li whi while ago and Dobby has put them away.”
“Thanks. What time did you want to start tomorrow?” Draco asked.
“Breakfast is served at seven, we can begin after.”
“Okay, I think I’m going to go to bed. I’ll see you in the morning. Goodnight, James,” Draco said as he shut the door to his bedroom behind him.
Draco lay in bed for hours thinking over everything that had happened since he woke up and everything that Blaise had said. Finally exhausted sleep claimed him.

Chapter 22

Draco woke up the next morning sore, stiff, and achy over his entire back. Glancing over at his clock he noticed it was almost time for breakfast. The blonde went to his closet, not certain what he should wear. He pulled out a pair of black dress slacks and a simple white tailored shirt. To make the ensemble look slightly more casual, he left the top two buttons undone. He entered his bathroom, brushed his teeth and his hair, and decided to leave out the hair gel. He walked into the common room to see breakfast already set out on the table. Draco walked to the table, sat down and started to fix his plate when James walked in.
“Good morning,” James said cheerily as he sat down across from the blonde.
“I meant to ask you yesterday, about the instructions you gave to Dobby about special rules for meals?” Draco inquired.
“Oh, yes. Breakfast and lunch are served here, dinner is in the dining room and all my meals are either prepared or overseen by Dobby. I don’t trust the other house elves to not be persuaded by anyone that may ask them to do something to the food. Especiawithwith others constantly in and out of the mansion,” James replied.
“That’s probably very shrewd on your part.”
They finished their breakfast and James looked over and said, “Do you have your wand?”
Draco pulled his wand out of his pocket and placed it into James’s outstretched, waiting hand. James took the wand over to his desk and locked it into a small drawer.
“The first step is to remove the temptation. Show me what you already know,” James said.
Draco reached out his hand and said, “Accio book.” A book from the table flew up into his hand.
“Okay, this time I want you to think about what you want and call it to you without voicing it.”
Draco put the book down on the table near him, flinching slightly, held up his hand and concentrated on another book from the book shelf, then called it to himself in thought. The book from the shelf flew into his hand.
“Good, now send it back.”
The blonde held the book up, flinching again and sent it back to the bookshelf.
“Draco, it’s going to be hard for you to concentrate if you are in pain. Severus said that the salve is supposed to be applied for three days.” “I’m not…” Draco started.
“Not only can I see it in your actions, but I have the ability to read peoples emotions, physical or not. Please don’t insult me by lying to me again.”
“I’m sorry… I didn’t want to trouble you. It’s really not that bad.”
“Look, it’s okay to be proud and to want to be self-sufficient. You wouldn’t be a Malfoy if you acted any other way… but sometimes everyone needs a little help. Take your shirt off; I’ll be right back.”
James went into his room and grabbed the salve off of the nightstand where he had left it. When he returned Draco had his shirt off and was facing the other way.
“It will probably be easier if you lay on the sofa,” James said gently.
Draco walked over to the sofa and lay down on his stomach. James kneeled on the floor beside the sofa and proceeded to gently spread the salve on the blonde’s back.
“Tell me if I hurt y Jam James said.
Draco felt a strange fluttering sensation in the pit of his stomach. ‘James is being so gentle, I’ve never felt a touch like this before.’ he thought.
James rubbed the salve into his shoulders, down his back and now he was working his way up the blonde’s sides.
‘Gods, even though my back aches, it still feels incredible.’ Draco thought.
Draco’s breath hitched when James leaned forward slightly and said softly near his ear, “Is it better now?”
Draco couldn’t find his voice so he nodded his head.
“Okay… wait a few minutes and let the salve soak in. Then we will continue.”
James got up, placed the lid back on the jar and placed it on the shelf. Draco slowly stood up, turned away from James and put his shirt back on.

When Draco had composed himself, they continued their lessons.
s tis time try pulling and sending various things at random, without hesitating between actions,” James said.
In short order the blonde had things flying all othe the room.
“Excellent. Now try calling several things simultaneously and then sending them back together.”
“Okay, you’ve sent everything so far in straight lines, try changing directions half way through,” James said still in teacher mode.
As Draco was sending things and changing direction James called out, “Stop! And hold them in midair! Excellent Draco, I’m really impressed with how quickly you’re picking this up. Hmm…send everything back with the exception of two items, your choice.” James started a light sprint around the room calling over his shoulder, “Now chase me with it.”
James would pick up speed, slow down, and change direction until he stopped and both items hit him in the chest. James was smiling at Draco, who was slightly flushed from the exertion of concentration, but not tousled in the least.
“Wow, I feel like I have more control now than I did with my wand. Though it takes more concentration because it’s new to me I feel like it takes less effort,” Draco said pride evident in his voice.
Gifting the blonde with a genuine smile, James said, “I think you’ve mastered that lesson. Let’s try some other types of charms.”
They spent the rest of the morning doing an assortment of different charms all wandlessly. They finally stopped when it was time for lunch.
Draco was extremely happy with himself and commented, “I never thought it would be this easy.”
“I thought the same thing when I was started learning. However, it’s not this easy for everyone.” James replied.
“I guess that it is true or we would see more adults without their wands, and most adults I’ve seen are not able to do half of what you are capable of, James.”
“Well, you’re right about that. Part of it, for me at least, is because my inner power was released about a year ago.”
“I’ve read about that. Aren’t you really young to have experienced that already? Even with that it does not explall oll of your abilities,” Draco said knowingly.
“Yes, I was young for it to happen. It happened as a defense mechanism; I was almost beaten to death. As for the rest of my abilities, it has to do with my heritage.”
Draco was shocked, he didn’t know what to say.
“I take it this information about you is not common knowledge,” Draco replied after he considered what he had heard.
“No, it’s not. Working this closely together, we have to be able to trust each o. It. It would be both dangerous and foolish not to. I won’t ever lie to you Draco but I may not always be able to tell you everything. I hope you can understand that; I hope that you can learn to trust me.” James responded.
“With everything that you have done for me so far, I have no reason not to trust you.” Draco said confidently.

Chapter 23

That afternoon they spent the rest of their time working on transfiguration. Draco found this to be slightly harder but still relatively easy. They shared another enjoyable dinner with Blaise and Voldemort then retired shortly after. When they arrived back at their rooms, Draco sat dow one one of the sofas and James walked over to the bookshelves, taking off two of the books. He handed one to Draco and sat down in a chair with the other.
“It’s good to read about theory before attempting a new technique,” James said.
They both read for a few hours then headed off to their separate bedrooms.

That night Draco dreamt about James. The dream started with James rubbing the salve into Draco’s back, his touch so gentle but his hands so hot it almost burned his skin. This time Draco not only had his shirt off but his pants were off, too. James’ hands didn’t stop when they had finished rubbing his back. His hands slowly started at his ankles and worked their way up the blonde’s legs, slowly, tenderly rubbing and massaging his muscles. James hands roamed over his calves first then his thighs, stroking fingers up his inner thigh, gently rubbing then squeezing his buttocks. Draco could still feel James hands traveling over his body only to be joined by his soft moist lips, kissing lightly down his back, up his spine, over the back of his neck, sending chills over his heated skin.
Draco woke breathing heavily. “Oh Gods, that felt so real, but it was just a dream,” he groaned to himself.
He rolled over onto his back noticing the erection straining his pajama bottoms. Reaching his fingers down inside his pajamas he grasped his cock and slowly started to stroke it. He moved the waistband of his pants down past his hips out of the way, his fingers sliding up and down faster tightening his grip. Closing his eyes he imagined James lips again on his body, kissing his neck, James hands roaming over his skin. Draco arched his back, tensing and moaning, before shooting his seed over his chest.
Draco pulled himself out of bed and stumbled into the shower. He turned on the jets of water, letting it run down his body, relaxing him. He stepped out of the shower, toweled his hair and skin, and wrapped the towel around his waist, shivering as the cool air hit his body. After combing his hair, and brushing his teeth, he walked into his bedroom still clad only in a towel to find James sitting on his bed. Draco stopped short a slight blush rising to color hieekseeks.
“Sorry…I thought I’d offer to put the salve on this morning before you finished getting dressed, I knocked but there was no answer. I heard the shower running and thought I’d wait for you,” James said stammering.
Draco found it amusing, this man, who found such command and ease with everything else, flustered because Draco was in front of him wearing nothing but a towel. Armed with this knowledge, Draco eased back into his confident arrogance and said gracefully, “Thank you. I appreciate your thoughtfulness.”
Slinking over to the bed, the sexy blonde lay down on his stomach with arms folded under his head and his legs crossed at the ankles. He felt the towel fall slightly askew. Knowing it wasn’t fully covering him, he made no attempt to fix it. James sat down on the edge of the bed and began rubbing the salve into Draco’s back, desperately trying to resist the urge to touch more than just the blonde’s back. When James had almost finished Draco wriggled a little bit and said, “James, would you put more salve on my low back? It was quite stiff when I woke up this morning.”
Putting some more salve on his fingertips, James said nothing but began to go over Draco’s back again.
“A little lower if you wouldn’t mind… Yes, right there,” Draco purred.
James hands reached almost to the cleft of the enticing blonde’s arse. James stood when he had finished, golden green eyes raking over the almost nude body in front of him as Draco stretched cat-like.
James caught himself staring. He turned abruptly and said, “Breakfast is ready,” and walked briskly walked out the door pulling it shut behind him. Draco smiled to himself, knowing he was the reason for the flush he had seen on the other mans face. However, with James’s current track record, there is no way he was going to be like those other shameless sluts and jump into anything hastily. When Draco had finished dressing, he entered the common room, sat at the table, and gave James a genuine but breathtaking smile.
“Thank you. My back feels so much better.”
James smiled in return and immediately changed the subject into what their activities would entail that day as they both ate their breakfasts.