It can\'t be true!

Fandom: HarryPotter

Title: It can\'t be True!

Disclaimer: Wish i did, but i don\'t...*sigh*... some people have all the luck!



Draco Malfoy walked to his Godfather’s chamber doors. With years of doing this, he walked right in without knocking. Severus had long given him means of getting through the wards.

“Uncle Sev? Are you in?” he called in the still chambers. “Are you still in bed? You lazy bum!”

“No, I’m not still in bed, you stupid brat!” Sev said coming out of his bedroom and shutting the door behind him quietly. He was wearing a black, velvet robe.

“No? Then why aren’t you dress? You know Dumbledore want you to help out with the chaperoning today at Hogsmeid,” the platinum boy said crossing his arms and looking suspiciously at the closed door behind Sev.

Sev groaned. “Hogsmeid! How could I have forgotten?!”

“Uncle Sev? Are you alright? You’re not coming down with a fever, are you?” he asked getting a little closer to the bedroom door.

But Sev didn’t even notice. He was going on how stupid it was to have forgotten, and how he will never make it on time, and blah blah blah! Draco tuned his godfather out as he got closer to the door.

“Draco, no!!” Sev shouted.

But the warning came too late! Draco had opened the door.

The room was dark save for the light from the fireplace. The room had no windows, it being part of the dungeon so it was hard to make out the rooms occupants. He stepped in and began to walk towards the bed where there was a huge lump in the covers.

Draco gave Sev the patented Malfoy smirk. “You finally got yourself a dog?” he teased wriggling his eyebrows.

“Hey! I’m not a dog!” came the indignant response. A messy head popped out of the covers and glared at Draco. “You take that back!”

Sev groaned again as his lover stepped out of bed naked and walked to Draco.

Draco grinned down at the smaller, naked boy. “Of course, not!” he said smoothly, diplomatically. “How could I have ever made that mistake?” Draco eyes roamed on the boy. “Well as much as I love to see Harry Potter naked in my Godfather’s chambers we have other things to worry about. Did you forget that it’s Hogsmeid weekend?”

Harry tilted his head up at Draco and frowned in confusion. “You don’t mind this?” he said waving at himself and Sev.

“Nope, not at all! Alright now… Hogsmeid… the carriages leave in an hour! Get dressed! It’s cold outside so bundle up!” He turned to Sev who was watching the interaction by the door. “You too, uncle Sev!”

“Alright, you good for nothing brat! We heard you the first time!” Sev grumbled going to the bathroom. “Make yourself useful and order us some coffee and bagels! Don’t forget the cream cheese!” He ducked his head back out the door and blushed. “Um, Harry? You might want to get dressed as well,” and disappeared.

Harry blushed brightly as realized his state of dressed, or undress as it were. In a belated act of modesty, he covered his bits and ran to the bathroom also as Draco let out laughter he had been trying to hold.



“Is everyone ready?” Dumbledore asked as he skipped around in his bright orange and black spirally robe.

Harry yawned as he leaned against Hermione.

“Yes sir!” the rest of the school called out.

It was unusual for the entire school to be going on the trip together. Usually they’d go by rank levels. But no… not this weekend. They had only a few days before Halloween and they all need to get their costumes for the ball.

Draco stood by the trio and thought back to what he saw that morning. He smiled happily. His godfather was finally in love! And wasn’t going to live a cold, empty, lonely life as he feared.

“What are you smiling about, ferret boy,” Ron asked without rancor.

“Screw you, Weasel!” he reply also without the rancor they had in the past. “Can’t a man just be happy that it’s such a beautiful morning? After all, it’s not like we get out often, if you catch my drift.”

They nodded. They all knew what we was alluding to.

They couldn’t leave the castle because Riddle was still alive and although he was killed six months ago, several Deatheaters were still on the loose. They caught the last one last month. Bellatrix. She had been stupid and tried to sneak into the school via a student. She had drunk polyjuice, and put said student in a closet at a hotel. Needless to say, the moment she tried to get past the wards surrounding the school, she was fried to death.

The ward around the school has each and every student signature in it. If you’re not that student or they’re parents and the castle thinks you’re a threat, it will act upon whatever it wishes to.

“Trevor! Get back here!”

Draco turned to watch Neville leap for his frog. The frog bounced out of the way of the swipe just in time.

Rrribittt! And bounced into Draco’s pocket.

Chuckling, Draco pulled the frog out of his pocket. He lifted the frog until it was eye level with him. Laughing, he began to speak to the frog as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “Are you giving your owner a hard time? Really you should be ashamed of yourself! He doesn’t need your grief!”

Trevor had the grace to look ashamed. Rrribittt!

“I take it that means you’re sorry? Well you should be!”

“He’s cracked!” Ron whispered in conspiracy with Harry.

Harry nodded but inside the wheels in his head was turning.

“You’re not going to eat him, are you Draco?” Neville asked coming forward and holding out his hand.

Draco smirked evilly at the contrite frog. “Now that’s an idea! The cook at Malfoy manor makes excellent frog legs!”

Rrribittt! Trevor jumped out of his hands into Neville’s pocket, where he decided he’d rather stay for the rest of the trip.

Laughing, Draco mock-bowed to Neville and extending an arm to the nearest carriage. “After you,” he said gentlemanly.

Neville narrowed his eyes and took a step. “What game are you playing?” he asked suspiciously.

“No game, I assure you!” he denied.

The suspicious boy moved into the carriage.

“When a knight rescues a damsel in distress, the fashion is to let the in first in everything!” he said with a smirk as he entered the carriage behind him.

“Are you calling me a Female?!”

“Well, as a matter of fact-!” he was suddenly quieted.

Harry had covered his mouth with his hand. “Draco Malfoy! Don’t you start! No fighting, no instigating, no tricks, and when we get there, stay away from the twins!”

Draco stuck out his tongue and began to wet Harry’s hand.

“Eww!” Harry screeched pulling his hand away. He waved his hand around trying to get the saliva off him. “You ass!”

“I’m insulted. Most people want my saliva on them!” Draco said as he watched Harry’s frantic moves.

“You don’t even know where my hands been, you idiot!”

Draco began to turn red at that. “Oh god, no!” he too screeched trying to wipe his tongue on his shirt.

Finally, he saw that Neville was drinking juice from a container and snatched it from him.

“Hey!”

Draco held out a hand to stop the protests and downed more than half the container. He handed it back to Neville and looked at the angry boy. “I’m sorry, Neville! Let me make it up to you! Lunch and everything else that have to do with you is on me today!”

Neville snorted. “You have got to be joking!”

“I’m not, though!”

“Fine, you better not forget you said that!” Neville grumbled as he looked out the window.

“Forget what?”