Harry Potter and The Serpent King (BP5)
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True Colours
Chapter Number/Total: 9/52
Chapter Title: True Colours
Words: 1897 Words
Harry and Draco stood waiting for Fred and George to arrive with Lee in the entrance hall. Harry was leaning against the wall, picking at his robes out of boredom. Valen had been given to the women to look after, as Lee didn't know about him. While Harry pretty much trusted Lee, a fellow Gryffindor and a good bloke, he would rather not show his son to everyone who passed through the house.
Fred and George had said they would be coming around three and it was currently quarter after. Harry wasn't surprised and had only been waiting for a few minutes, having anticipated the lateness.
Draco raised an eyebrow at Harry and shrugged. He knew Lee Jordan was a friend of Fred and George's from their year in Hogwarts, but he didn't know Lee well enough to know what to expect. He wasn't surprised that the twins were late though.
Harry smirked at Draco. "How about you entertain me while we wait?" he asked, knowing it was rather idiotic to pass the time snogging while waiting for the twins of all people, but he was bored and Draco was tempting.
Draco smirked and swaggered over to where his husband stood, making a show of it as he did. "So, Potter," he began, "what are you doing loitering in the hall?"
Harry grinned, despite thinking that maybe he shouldn't. "Wouldn't you like to know," he said, raising an eyebrow.
"Always sneaking about, Potter," Draco drawled, "following me like this. Someone might get the idea you fancied me."
"I didn't realise you paid such close attention, Malfoy," Harry said nonchalantly, his eyes sparkling behind his glasses.
Draco moved closer, not touching Harry, but close enough to feel his warmth. He put his hands on the wall on either side of Harry's head so that he was blocking him in. "Oh, you might be surprised by what I notice," he drawled.
Harry stared up into Draco's face, eyebrow still quirked upwards. "Oh?" he said. "What is it exactly that you've noticed?"
Draco leaned in so that he could feel Harry's breath on his face and looked directly into those sparkling green eyes. "Maybe I know your true colours," he said, still smirking.
Harry licked his lips. "My true colours?" he asked, voice lower and quieter now. "And what do you presume those are?"
Draco stepped in so that his body was now barely touching Harry's from knee to chest. His gaze flickered to Harry's lips and his breathing sped up. He raised both eyebrows and whispered against Harry’s lips, "Green, like your eyes."
"Maybe," Harry whispered, sliding his arms around Draco's waist and slipping his tongue into his mouth.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, pressing his husband against the wall and tilting his head to better accommodate his kiss.
Harry twisted his tongue with Draco's, eyes shut and hands clutching at Draco's outer robe. He hadn't planned on getting turned on.
Draco moaned, aroused by their role play and Harry's reactions to him. He was no longer even thinking about why they were in the hall. Or that they were even in the hall ....
Harry licked and sucked Draco's lips, wanting to drop to his knees and lick and suck something else. He was seriously considering doing just that when there came the rather loud sound of three people Apparating within a few feet of the couple groping and grinding against the wall.
Draco was lost in his husband's attentions and was startled by the loud noise. He flushed bright pink, realising the position the twins and their guest had just found them in.
Harry's eyes went slightly wide and he withdrew his tongue quickly.
"This is rather normal, Lee," said George as if they had walked in on Harry and Draco simply holding hands, but Harry could hear the laughter in his voice.
"Yes," Fred agreed. "It's quite common."
Harry flushed to the roots of his hair.
Draco backed up so that he was no longer pressing Harry against the wall, but didn't turn around, trying to get control of his face and body before he did. He could feel his ears were pink.
Harry cleared his throat awkwardly, glad that he had worn robes today. "Erm ... hi, Lee," he said, face still red.
Lee took Harry's hand and shook it, grinning amusedly. "I suppose there's no need to question the stories in The Prophet then," he said.
Harry cleared his throat again.
Draco managed to pull it together and turned around to face their guests. "There is always reason to question The Prophet," he said with a smile, and held his hand out.
Lee chuckled and nodded, shaking Draco's hand as well. "So, wow. In a Slytherin's house," he said. "And I must say, what a place." He stared around at the very large entrance hall.
Fred snorted. "Told you," he said.
Harry smiled, relieved to feel the heat finally leaving his face. "Would you like to sit down? We can move into a sitting room to get more comfortable."
"Yeah sure," said Lee.
Draco led the way to a smaller sitting room and called for Leakey to bring them tea.
Once they were all settled, Lee looking very impressed, and even more so when he took his tea from the house-elf, Harry cleared his throat once again.
"So you're interested in becoming a member of the Order of the Phoenix?" he asked.
"Well, that's what I'm here for," Lee answered.
"He already knows that we told you both," Fred said. "About what he's done for us while he's been in the Ministry."
Harry nodded. "It's always good to have new members, but with you being an Unspeakable, we're even more interested."
Draco sat back, sipping his tea and watching Lee as Harry took the lead. Harry was officially the head of the Order, after all. Draco was watching Lee's body language, judging whether or not to trust him.
Lee nodded understandably, moving one of his dreads from his face. They were longer than Harry remembered them being in school.
"So, what do you know about the Order?" Harry asked.
"Only what Fred and George have told me," Lee answered, pulling his dread locks into a very thick ponytail at the base of his neck. "I know you lot are fighting You-Know-Who, and that's reason enough for me to want to join." He held his head up slightly higher in true Gryffindor fashion.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Why?" he asked quietly.
Lee snorted. "As if anyone needs a reason to want to wipe him off the face of the earth," he said, "but if you're looking for something more personal, some of my good mates were killed in those attacks on Christmas. My mum was nearly caught up in one of them and she's still too afraid to leave the house. I don't think the damn Ministry is doing nearly enough and I want to do my part."
Harry nodded, understanding Lee's feelings completely.
"And you are willing to risk your job for this?" Draco asked calmly.
"I've been at risk of losing my job since I got there," Lee answered. "It'd be nice to keep it, but if it helps, I'm willing to get you anything you need from the D.O.M."
"Oh, it could help," said Harry seriously. "Very much actually."
Draco nodded. "And what guarantee are you willing to make so that we know you are sincere and not under Imperius?" he asked.
Lee raised his eyebrows. "Well, what would you like? I mean, I guarantee that I'll fight. I guarantee that I'll die willingly before I give any secrets away or pass any information on to anyone. Whether it be Death Eater or Ministry member."
"You'd die?" Harry asked intently.
"That's what an Order member is, isn't it?" Lee asked.
"Do I have your permission to use Legilimency to verify this?" Draco asked.
Lee opened his hands in a surrendering gesture. "Do your worst," he said, making eye-contact with Draco.
Draco had his wand beside him in the chair and he cast the spell. Lee's mind supplied visions of the words he had said. His own dead body lying on the ground. Him standing with wand drawn as spells flew at him in every direction. His mind was open and Draco could detect no falsehoods.
Harry and the twins sat watching, waiting to see what the verdict would be.
Draco released the spell and nodded, leaning back. He looked directly at Harry and gave him a small smile to indicate his approval.
Harry smiled back and then looked to Lee again. "Well, it looks like you'll most likely be cleared," he said. "We're going to have to submit your name for admission, of course, and any information we have for you will have to wait until you're a member, but I don't think we'll have any problems getting you in."
Lee grinned. "Excellent," he said, saluting Harry jokingly.
"Glad to have you, mate," said George, wringing Lee's hand.
Draco relaxed, sitting back and letting more of himself show in his face. "So, what is your job?" he asked casually.
Lee shrugged. "We do a lot of research there," he said. "My key study is thought and the mind. Tricky stuff, that," he said, and he pulled up his sleeve to show marks on his arm. "Got welted on my first day."
"Like Ron's," said Harry, looking at the marks.
Lee nodded, dropping his sleeve again. "That whole fiasco is legend at work. If there wouldn't have been so much coverage, they would have modified your memories. You lot are lucky."
Draco had heard Harry's account of the event and nodded. "How many people work in your department?" he asked.
"Only three," Lee answered, "including myself. One just retired two weeks ago. They keep everything pretty tight there - well, they keep admission pretty tight. Once you get in, there's not really too much they can do to blame anyone for any mishaps. It's not like a normal Ministry job."
"How'd you get in?" Harry asked.
Lee grinned. "Hey, you aren't friends with these two for ten years without picking something up." He indicated Fred and George, who both smirked.
"Indeed." Draco smiled, remembering the twins' last year at Hogwarts and the way they had kept him and the rest of the Slytherins at a run with their pranks.
Harry snorted.
"Well, we better be heading back to the shop," said George, looking at his watch.
"Mmm, yeah," said Fred. "We've got a huge order of Peruvian Darkness Powder and Shield Cloaks from some witch in Brighton to take care of."
Harry got to his feet with the twins and Lee. "Home for dinner?" he asked Fred and George.
"Yeah, we should be," said Fred.
"Lee? You're welcome to dinner if you like."
"Oh, thanks, but no thanks," said Lee. "I've actually got to get back to work, too. Report due on Friday."
Harry nodded, shaking Lee's hand again. "Well, I'll see you then," he said. "I'll get in touch with you when I've got something set up with the Order, or I'll have Fred and George let you know."
"Either one," said Lee with a friendly smile, setting his cup of half-finished tea back on the table. "See you, Harry. Malfoy."
Draco nodded and showed them out, shaking Lee's hand as he did. When they had left, he turned to his husband. "This might just work," he said.
Harry smiled. "Yes, it might," he agreed.
Chapter Title: True Colours
Words: 1897 Words
Harry and Draco stood waiting for Fred and George to arrive with Lee in the entrance hall. Harry was leaning against the wall, picking at his robes out of boredom. Valen had been given to the women to look after, as Lee didn't know about him. While Harry pretty much trusted Lee, a fellow Gryffindor and a good bloke, he would rather not show his son to everyone who passed through the house.
Fred and George had said they would be coming around three and it was currently quarter after. Harry wasn't surprised and had only been waiting for a few minutes, having anticipated the lateness.
Draco raised an eyebrow at Harry and shrugged. He knew Lee Jordan was a friend of Fred and George's from their year in Hogwarts, but he didn't know Lee well enough to know what to expect. He wasn't surprised that the twins were late though.
Harry smirked at Draco. "How about you entertain me while we wait?" he asked, knowing it was rather idiotic to pass the time snogging while waiting for the twins of all people, but he was bored and Draco was tempting.
Draco smirked and swaggered over to where his husband stood, making a show of it as he did. "So, Potter," he began, "what are you doing loitering in the hall?"
Harry grinned, despite thinking that maybe he shouldn't. "Wouldn't you like to know," he said, raising an eyebrow.
"Always sneaking about, Potter," Draco drawled, "following me like this. Someone might get the idea you fancied me."
"I didn't realise you paid such close attention, Malfoy," Harry said nonchalantly, his eyes sparkling behind his glasses.
Draco moved closer, not touching Harry, but close enough to feel his warmth. He put his hands on the wall on either side of Harry's head so that he was blocking him in. "Oh, you might be surprised by what I notice," he drawled.
Harry stared up into Draco's face, eyebrow still quirked upwards. "Oh?" he said. "What is it exactly that you've noticed?"
Draco leaned in so that he could feel Harry's breath on his face and looked directly into those sparkling green eyes. "Maybe I know your true colours," he said, still smirking.
Harry licked his lips. "My true colours?" he asked, voice lower and quieter now. "And what do you presume those are?"
Draco stepped in so that his body was now barely touching Harry's from knee to chest. His gaze flickered to Harry's lips and his breathing sped up. He raised both eyebrows and whispered against Harry’s lips, "Green, like your eyes."
"Maybe," Harry whispered, sliding his arms around Draco's waist and slipping his tongue into his mouth.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, pressing his husband against the wall and tilting his head to better accommodate his kiss.
Harry twisted his tongue with Draco's, eyes shut and hands clutching at Draco's outer robe. He hadn't planned on getting turned on.
Draco moaned, aroused by their role play and Harry's reactions to him. He was no longer even thinking about why they were in the hall. Or that they were even in the hall ....
Harry licked and sucked Draco's lips, wanting to drop to his knees and lick and suck something else. He was seriously considering doing just that when there came the rather loud sound of three people Apparating within a few feet of the couple groping and grinding against the wall.
Draco was lost in his husband's attentions and was startled by the loud noise. He flushed bright pink, realising the position the twins and their guest had just found them in.
Harry's eyes went slightly wide and he withdrew his tongue quickly.
"This is rather normal, Lee," said George as if they had walked in on Harry and Draco simply holding hands, but Harry could hear the laughter in his voice.
"Yes," Fred agreed. "It's quite common."
Harry flushed to the roots of his hair.
Draco backed up so that he was no longer pressing Harry against the wall, but didn't turn around, trying to get control of his face and body before he did. He could feel his ears were pink.
Harry cleared his throat awkwardly, glad that he had worn robes today. "Erm ... hi, Lee," he said, face still red.
Lee took Harry's hand and shook it, grinning amusedly. "I suppose there's no need to question the stories in The Prophet then," he said.
Harry cleared his throat again.
Draco managed to pull it together and turned around to face their guests. "There is always reason to question The Prophet," he said with a smile, and held his hand out.
Lee chuckled and nodded, shaking Draco's hand as well. "So, wow. In a Slytherin's house," he said. "And I must say, what a place." He stared around at the very large entrance hall.
Fred snorted. "Told you," he said.
Harry smiled, relieved to feel the heat finally leaving his face. "Would you like to sit down? We can move into a sitting room to get more comfortable."
"Yeah sure," said Lee.
Draco led the way to a smaller sitting room and called for Leakey to bring them tea.
Once they were all settled, Lee looking very impressed, and even more so when he took his tea from the house-elf, Harry cleared his throat once again.
"So you're interested in becoming a member of the Order of the Phoenix?" he asked.
"Well, that's what I'm here for," Lee answered.
"He already knows that we told you both," Fred said. "About what he's done for us while he's been in the Ministry."
Harry nodded. "It's always good to have new members, but with you being an Unspeakable, we're even more interested."
Draco sat back, sipping his tea and watching Lee as Harry took the lead. Harry was officially the head of the Order, after all. Draco was watching Lee's body language, judging whether or not to trust him.
Lee nodded understandably, moving one of his dreads from his face. They were longer than Harry remembered them being in school.
"So, what do you know about the Order?" Harry asked.
"Only what Fred and George have told me," Lee answered, pulling his dread locks into a very thick ponytail at the base of his neck. "I know you lot are fighting You-Know-Who, and that's reason enough for me to want to join." He held his head up slightly higher in true Gryffindor fashion.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Why?" he asked quietly.
Lee snorted. "As if anyone needs a reason to want to wipe him off the face of the earth," he said, "but if you're looking for something more personal, some of my good mates were killed in those attacks on Christmas. My mum was nearly caught up in one of them and she's still too afraid to leave the house. I don't think the damn Ministry is doing nearly enough and I want to do my part."
Harry nodded, understanding Lee's feelings completely.
"And you are willing to risk your job for this?" Draco asked calmly.
"I've been at risk of losing my job since I got there," Lee answered. "It'd be nice to keep it, but if it helps, I'm willing to get you anything you need from the D.O.M."
"Oh, it could help," said Harry seriously. "Very much actually."
Draco nodded. "And what guarantee are you willing to make so that we know you are sincere and not under Imperius?" he asked.
Lee raised his eyebrows. "Well, what would you like? I mean, I guarantee that I'll fight. I guarantee that I'll die willingly before I give any secrets away or pass any information on to anyone. Whether it be Death Eater or Ministry member."
"You'd die?" Harry asked intently.
"That's what an Order member is, isn't it?" Lee asked.
"Do I have your permission to use Legilimency to verify this?" Draco asked.
Lee opened his hands in a surrendering gesture. "Do your worst," he said, making eye-contact with Draco.
Draco had his wand beside him in the chair and he cast the spell. Lee's mind supplied visions of the words he had said. His own dead body lying on the ground. Him standing with wand drawn as spells flew at him in every direction. His mind was open and Draco could detect no falsehoods.
Harry and the twins sat watching, waiting to see what the verdict would be.
Draco released the spell and nodded, leaning back. He looked directly at Harry and gave him a small smile to indicate his approval.
Harry smiled back and then looked to Lee again. "Well, it looks like you'll most likely be cleared," he said. "We're going to have to submit your name for admission, of course, and any information we have for you will have to wait until you're a member, but I don't think we'll have any problems getting you in."
Lee grinned. "Excellent," he said, saluting Harry jokingly.
"Glad to have you, mate," said George, wringing Lee's hand.
Draco relaxed, sitting back and letting more of himself show in his face. "So, what is your job?" he asked casually.
Lee shrugged. "We do a lot of research there," he said. "My key study is thought and the mind. Tricky stuff, that," he said, and he pulled up his sleeve to show marks on his arm. "Got welted on my first day."
"Like Ron's," said Harry, looking at the marks.
Lee nodded, dropping his sleeve again. "That whole fiasco is legend at work. If there wouldn't have been so much coverage, they would have modified your memories. You lot are lucky."
Draco had heard Harry's account of the event and nodded. "How many people work in your department?" he asked.
"Only three," Lee answered, "including myself. One just retired two weeks ago. They keep everything pretty tight there - well, they keep admission pretty tight. Once you get in, there's not really too much they can do to blame anyone for any mishaps. It's not like a normal Ministry job."
"How'd you get in?" Harry asked.
Lee grinned. "Hey, you aren't friends with these two for ten years without picking something up." He indicated Fred and George, who both smirked.
"Indeed." Draco smiled, remembering the twins' last year at Hogwarts and the way they had kept him and the rest of the Slytherins at a run with their pranks.
Harry snorted.
"Well, we better be heading back to the shop," said George, looking at his watch.
"Mmm, yeah," said Fred. "We've got a huge order of Peruvian Darkness Powder and Shield Cloaks from some witch in Brighton to take care of."
Harry got to his feet with the twins and Lee. "Home for dinner?" he asked Fred and George.
"Yeah, we should be," said Fred.
"Lee? You're welcome to dinner if you like."
"Oh, thanks, but no thanks," said Lee. "I've actually got to get back to work, too. Report due on Friday."
Harry nodded, shaking Lee's hand again. "Well, I'll see you then," he said. "I'll get in touch with you when I've got something set up with the Order, or I'll have Fred and George let you know."
"Either one," said Lee with a friendly smile, setting his cup of half-finished tea back on the table. "See you, Harry. Malfoy."
Draco nodded and showed them out, shaking Lee's hand as he did. When they had left, he turned to his husband. "This might just work," he said.
Harry smiled. "Yes, it might," he agreed.