Dragon Tails
Happy Birthday!
A/N: Pleases review. Helps my confidence. Also thanks so much to my beta chantelleg1 who I despretly needed.
Sixth year:
Harry's sixth year was the first year he had without any conflicts with Voldemort although he did have a conflict with Lucius and killed him. Draco and his mother joined the good side. Harry stayed at school for the summer as well as Draco, because his mother asked if he would, that she had things to do that had to do with Lucius's death. Ron and Hermione sent an owl to Harry in the middle of summer informing him that they were "together", and that Ron was staying with the Grangers'.
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----Summer between sixth and seventh year----
Draco was in his room at Hogwarts that Dumbledore had given him (so he didn't have to stay with the other Slytherins in the common room. They were all gone for the summer but he was still glad to be out of the Dorms). He was staring outside at the sunset, today was his seventeenth birthday and his mother had sent him new robes, a box of sweets, and a new broom called a Stargazer. The sun was just about to disappear behind the lake when he noticed a midnight black owl gliding toward the window. Hopping back to give room for the creature, he opened the window to allow the bird entrance. The owl landed on the bed, dropped the package, and flew out the window.
"Well now, more presents." Draco said to himself. He sat on the bed and tore the wrapping apart. Inside was an emerald velvet box with a black snake wrapped around a black dragon on top of it. He rubbed his thumb over the art before opening the box. A soft (but still frightening) roar greeted him as he lifted the lid. Inside was a silver necklace with a dragon and snake just like the one on the top of the box. He lifted the necklace and stared at the green eyes of the snake and the dragon. He pulled out the parchment that was under the jewelry and read.
Draco Malfoy,
For your protection. This necklace is yours, not just yours but it is you. Your heart, mind, and soul. Wear this necklace and when you find your true love, you will have help whenever you need it. Trust your instincts and let your heart bring you to what is right.
There was a Lion bowing down to a gold dragon below the writing.
Draco picked up the necklace and sat it on his bedside table. ‘How is this necklace me? True love? What the Hell?’ He read the letter one more time, jut to make sure he hadn’t missed anything (like, say, “Ha! April Fool!” or such). As he finished reading it a black cat with green eyes jumped on his bed. Letting out an undignified yelp, the blond jumped a few centimeters before glaring at the feline.
"Whoa...how did you get in here?" He asked. The cat crawled onto his pillow and sat with its tail wrapped around its feet. Draco picked it up and brought it to his face.
"You just decided to make yourself at home, didn't you?" He accusingly while staring at its eyes then setting it back down on his bed.
"Well, I guess I don't have to be alone all summer, you can call this home for the time being, but what shall I call you?" He thought for a moment.
"How about Merlin? Do you like that?" The cat laid down on his lap and started to purr.
"Okay, Merlin it is."
Forgetting about the necklace as his stomach protested, he put Merlin on the floor and decided that food did sound like a good idea. He opened the door and the cat ran out.
"Hey, come back here!" He yelled, but the (now) black blur just went around the corner and was gone in a flash. He shrugged his shoulders and headed toward the great hall. He opened the doors and saw the one and only Harry Potter. The one who destroyed the only person who made Draco dread his life. He had realized he loved Harry the moment he found out that he killed his father, although he had always had a strong crush on Potter he waved it aside as hormones.
But it wasn't. It was something so much more. He stood frozen in the doorway as the raven haired boy stared at him, obviously nervous. Fuck it! He wasn't going to go all next year avoiding him! He went straight to Potter and sat down in front of him. Harry gawked at the blond Slytherin, clearly shocked at his supposed ‘Arch Rival’.
"Listen Potter, I don't care that you killed my father. I don't care that that...that monster died at the end of your wand. He was a pure evil maniac who thought the world would one day revolve around him. As a matter of fact I want to thank you for ridding this world of that bastard. Everyone knows the world definitely revolves around me." He said, his poor attempt at humor trying to hide that his voice had cracked, almost as if he were about to cry. Harry’s mouth was still hanging open, had Draco Malfoy just sat in front of him and then thanked him for killing his father?!
"Um, Malfoy, I didn't mean to kill him, I was just trying to disarm him. He was about to kill you see and..." He was cut off.
"I told you, Harry, I don't care. You’re right, he was going to kill me, his son, his heir. He was going to kill me because I was on the enemies team. He wanted to kill me because I joined the good side. Because I made a choice. My choice." Draco poured out. Harry was in shock once again, since when were he and Malfoy on a first-name basis?
"Malfoy, I have something for you. Please don't get all pissed off and say you don't want anything from a Griffindork or any smart-arse remark like that. Just take it." He reached in his pocket and pulled out a book.
"I know it's your birthday and well, you are the only student at school for the summer, and I don't want us to be fighting the whole time. Just think of it as a white flag." He shoved the book into the blonds’ hands. Draco opened the book and flipped through the pages.
"A journal?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah, I don’t really know the things you like but at least you can write about your thoughts on your father’s death in it. Or you could just throw it away. Whatever you want, it's yours." Harry stared at the gray eyes that he always seemed to get lost in.
"Well no, I’m not going to throw it away, and I told you I don't care about Lucius’s death," Draco said while turning the pages in the journal.
"Well then write about how you don't care." Harry said with a smirk. Draco sat the bag on the bench realizing he was ready to eat. Loads of food appeared in front of him and he started to fill his plate.
"So you want to try and be friends, hm?" He asked while cutting into his baked potato.
"Well, we don't have to be friends. I'm just tired of us fighting all the time." Harry started to load his plate. Just as he started on his chicken leg Professor Dumbledore came in.
"May I join you for dinner?" He asked, eyes twinkling. Harry patted the seat next to him without letting the chicken out of his mouth. Dumbledore smiled and sat next to Harry, he gave Harry and Draco a once-over before filling his own plate.
“Glad to see you two together without repairs needed.” He said simply while pilling mashed sweet potatoes on his plate.
"Well, if we’re going to be the only students here we may as well try to make the best of it, wouldn’t you agree, Professor?”
"Indeed." Was the simple (and only) response.
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After all their bellies were full and they had their dessert, Dumbledore rose to his feet.
"Well, I enjoyed the time with you but I’m afraid that I must be off.” And with that, the trio was down to a duo.
"You up for Quidditch?" Draco challenged the Gryffindor.
"You bet!" Harry replied with an enthusiastic smirk.
“Just don’t be complaining when I wipe the field with your arse.”
“…Pardon?”
“Muggle saying.”
And so they both shot up and ran for the exit, deciding to get their gear before meeting on the pitch.
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Harry was already on his Firebolt and flying around playfully when Draco arrived. He landed on the ground in front of him.
"Wow! New broom?" He asked while staring up and down at the Stargazer. Draco lifted the broom a little and said
"Yeah. Birthday present from my mum, I'm dying to try it out. It's the fastest broom out you know."
"I bet it doesn't raise your chances at beating me at Quidditch though." Harry said throwing up the snitch and mounting his broom.
"We’ll see about that Potter." Draco sneered then he mounted his broom. They both kicked off the ground and flew toward the sky.
Harry saw the snitch right away but decided that since they had just started he would give the bloke a chance. He glided a little closer to the ground and then watched as Draco was twisting his head this way and that and then glancing his way to see if he spotted the snitch.
"So how does it feel to be of age Malfoy?" Harry yelled to the Slytherin seeker.
"The same as I felt yesterday!" Draco yelled back bluntly.
"Yeah, but now you can apparate and use magic outside of school." While Harry was yelling, Draco spotted the snitch flying around a goal post and shot off. He didn't see Harry anywhere in sight. He reached his arm out and stretched it as far as it would go, he was so, so close. Just before his finger tips were touching the golden ball it was snatched out of sight. He looked up only to see that Harry had it in his palm and was laughing.
"Told you." He snickered. Draco glided closer to Harry and said coolly.
"Yeah well I'll have you know that I let you win."
"Sure Malfoy, whatever floats your boat." Harry said after landing on the ground.
“Why wouldn’t I just use magic to float my boat?”
“…Muggle saying.”
“Again?”
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They were heading towards the locker rooms when Harry spoke.
"You don't have to use the Slytherin locker room to change, we’re the only ones here."
Sneering to cover up his mistake of thinking that the rest of the school was there, Draco proceeded to sweep in front of Harry and entered the change room.
"I think I’m going to shower." Harry said once in the locker room, and headed toward the showers. Draco heard the water turn on and then started to change out of his Quidditch gear. After he smelt his clothes he decided that a shower wasn't such a bad Idea. He grabbed a towel and headed toward the showers but stopped at the doorway when he noticed that not only were the Gryffindor showers different in décor, but there were also no stalls. Five shower heads lined the walls, steam as the only privacy.
Harry was standing under one of the shower heads, pouring shampoo into his hands. Barely stifling a moan at the sight, Draco watched as the boy in front of him washed his hair before proceeding to lather his chest in soap. The suds washed down his body like a water fall, glorious and captivating.
Oh how Draco wanted that body, he wanted now more than ever to have Harry for himself. The dark-haired male grabbed the body wash and instead of also obtaining a washcloth (like any decent person who wasn’t trying to give someone else a hard-on would), he squirted the soap in his hand. Draco knew at once what was coming next. He watched as his long-time fascination trailed a hand down the front of his body before gripping his erection in his lubricated hand and giving in to carnal desires.
The blond Slytherin slowly discarded his clothing and grabbed his own stiff penis, trying to move to the same beat as Harry.
As Harry moved faster, he was thinking of Malfoy going down on him. Licking his slit then taking him in fully. The mouth working him slowly every time he was at the head he would swirl his tongue around it.
Draco was off the same beat as Harry but didn't care. He was about to reach his climax and was at a pace that was perfect to himself. He heard Harry groan then watched as his back arched then his cum shooting out. Draco bit his lip not to moan himself as he started to cum himself. He grabbed his clothes and left before Harry could turn around and catch him.
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A/N: Please, Please review and tell me what you think!