Harry Potter And The Waltz Of The Dragon
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,355
Reviews:
5
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Currently Reading:
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Harry Potter And The Waltz Of The Dragon
Harry Potter And The Waltz Of The Dragon
Dance me into the night
Underneath the moon shining so bright
Turning me into the light
“Compartment check.”
Harry groaned and moved closer to Luna, trying to duck under her copy of The Quibbler, as Draco Malfoy opened the compartment door.
“Not changed into robes, Finnegan. I think that’ll be ten points from Griffindor.”
Harry scowled. “We’re not at the school yet, Malfoy. You can’t take away points.”
Malfoy raised an eyebrow at Harry, who was emerging from behind the brightly coloured magazine with the words ‘Snorcack Abound! The Tale Of The Crumple Horned Heroes.’ flashing on the front. “Thanks for reminding me, Potter. I’ll write it down for later, shall I?” Malfoy stepped further into the compartment, an odd glow surrounding him as he moved. He smirked at Harry. “I’ll remember to deduct another fifteen points for your…how should I put it? Distinct lack of poise? Despairing show of fashion sense?” he paused to look Harry up and down critically. “Tactless use of friends for hiding purposes? Disrespecting your betters?” he smirked as Harry bristled. “Take your pick, Potter. In case you hadn’t noticed, you are rather hiding behind-” Malfoy stopped suddenly, and turned pale as he caught sight of his hands, which were glowing the same warm gold as the rest of him. A breath choked in his throat as he looked up and stared at Harry.
“Goodbye, Potter,” he spat, and then whirled around and left the compartment, Crabb and Goyle trailing behind him.
Harry gaped at the open compartment door, and then blinked as Dean shut it. He had a sudden urge to discuss Malfoy’s weird behaviour with Ron and Hermione, but they were on prefect duty.
He snapped out of his gaze as the free ‘Globnat Flons Detector’ that had come with The Quibbler exploded again, and stared out the window.
*****
“A few words before we tuck into this delicious feast the house elves have, once again, blessed us with,” Dumbledore said, gazing fondly out at the house tables. “With wit and power, cleverness and bravery, comes responsibility. Within the darkest of shadows gleams the light of hope.”
“Man’s bonkers, isn’t he?” Ron said, and Harry nodded absent-mindedly.
“Only together can an army spur attack. Only completed can armour withhold the darkest blows. I ask you, once again, to stand together, as houses, as a school. It does not do well to divide such strong defenders. I ask you, children; adults soon, we hope; I ask you to put aside your childish differences. I ask you to love, for only love can break a darkest curse.”
There was silence as Dumbledore’s words echoed around the Great Hall, then,
“Enough of solemn words. Twiddle, Tweak, Twite and Twing! Let the feast begin!”
The tables filled with food, and the tables sighed as things went back to normal.
“Blimey, did you see the look on Nott’s face?” Ron said, picking up a pair of tongs and heaping his plate with chips. “would have thought Dumbledore suggested that he work with the house elves,” he paused to pause at a seething Hermione. “Sorry.”
“But that’s not all,” Harry said, looking mournfully at a bowl of mint humbugs. “We have to be friends with Malfoy.”
Ron spat out a mouthful of pumpkin juice, ignoring Hermione’s “Honestly”. “No way. Be friends with that Death Eater? I’d rather marry an English Greensnout!”
Harry shrugged, and frowned at his own goblet of pumpkin juice. “I’m not happy about this either. Dumbledore must be barking if thinks we’ll be friends.” suddenly having lost his appetite, Harry pushed his plate away and leaned his head against his arms. “This year has not gotten off to a good start.”
*****
As Harry learned the next day, Dumbledore’s wish for the school to all be friends did not extend to teachers. Snape magically decide to be his friend. Or even civil.
“Five points from Griffindor for complete disregard for school property,” he said as Harry kicked the table leg in frustration.
“But sir-”
“Another five for talking back,” Snape said, swooping past him to corner Neville into giving up on his explosive looking potion.
“I don’t get it,” Harry moaned in frustration, his head thumping hard enough on the table to send his pile of too-big chopped up Leaves Of Eden onto the floor. “How is this supposed to make us smarter?”
“I doubt,” Snape sneered. “that it would do anything of the like for you, Potter. Five points for not reading the board.”
“But-”
“FIVE POINTS, POTTER! Do you want a month of detentions?
Harry scowled and turned back to his lump of useless brown goop. “Bet you’d like that,” he muttered.
“DETENTION!”
*****
The fact that Harry Potter was gay was hardly news around Hogwarts. If they knew, they met in discreet corners or shrugged knowingly. If they didn’t, they remained blissfully unaware that their love potions weren’t going to work. Harry was just glad that it hadn’t made the front page in the Daily Prophet.
“Fuck,” Seamus gasped, one hand pushing against the wall behind him as the other pulled Harry in for a rough kiss. His legs were wrapped around Harry’s waist as he was pushed rhythmically against the wall, his pants lying on the floor by their feet, T-shirt pushed up. “HarryHarryHarryHarryHarry,” he mumbled. “Fuck! Oh god oh fuck.”
Harry moaned in reply, gasping next to Seamus’ ear. “This is so fucking dirty,” he whispered, and heard Seamus’ whine. “What would happen if someone saw us? What if it snows? What if the Griffindor come back from Hogsmead early?” He panted, and the sound echoed around the empty hallway. “They would see this, see you, so fucking needy,” he groaned and pushed Seamus even further into the wall. “They would see this. They would see your face when you came, and hear your moans,” Harry grinned into Seamus’ neck as Seamus did, indeed, come, with a loud moan and a hot sensation messing up their T-shirts.
“Fuck,” Seamus whimpered, and went slack against the wall, letting out little moans as Harry continued to fuck him. Harry sped up as he heard the sound of many approaching footsteps, groaning at the greater sensation when Seamus wrapped his legs around him tighter, pulled him in deeper. “Fuck, Harry,” Seamus whispered, looking at the corner where the approaching footsteps were headed.
Harry nodded, and pinned Seamus against the wall one last time, letting go with a deep groan. They stayed there, panting for a few seconds, before Harry gently let Seamus down. They quickly put their clothes on, muttering Cleaning Spells and stepped away from each other, fixing their hair as a bunch of fourth years walked round the corner, giggling at Harry. He looked over their heads at Seamus, mouthed the word ‘Close,” and grinned as the other boy blushed.
****
Several corridors and flights of mischievous stairs away, Draco Malfoy fainted.
Dance me into the night
Underneath the moon shining so bright
Turning me into the light
“Compartment check.”
Harry groaned and moved closer to Luna, trying to duck under her copy of The Quibbler, as Draco Malfoy opened the compartment door.
“Not changed into robes, Finnegan. I think that’ll be ten points from Griffindor.”
Harry scowled. “We’re not at the school yet, Malfoy. You can’t take away points.”
Malfoy raised an eyebrow at Harry, who was emerging from behind the brightly coloured magazine with the words ‘Snorcack Abound! The Tale Of The Crumple Horned Heroes.’ flashing on the front. “Thanks for reminding me, Potter. I’ll write it down for later, shall I?” Malfoy stepped further into the compartment, an odd glow surrounding him as he moved. He smirked at Harry. “I’ll remember to deduct another fifteen points for your…how should I put it? Distinct lack of poise? Despairing show of fashion sense?” he paused to look Harry up and down critically. “Tactless use of friends for hiding purposes? Disrespecting your betters?” he smirked as Harry bristled. “Take your pick, Potter. In case you hadn’t noticed, you are rather hiding behind-” Malfoy stopped suddenly, and turned pale as he caught sight of his hands, which were glowing the same warm gold as the rest of him. A breath choked in his throat as he looked up and stared at Harry.
“Goodbye, Potter,” he spat, and then whirled around and left the compartment, Crabb and Goyle trailing behind him.
Harry gaped at the open compartment door, and then blinked as Dean shut it. He had a sudden urge to discuss Malfoy’s weird behaviour with Ron and Hermione, but they were on prefect duty.
He snapped out of his gaze as the free ‘Globnat Flons Detector’ that had come with The Quibbler exploded again, and stared out the window.
*****
“A few words before we tuck into this delicious feast the house elves have, once again, blessed us with,” Dumbledore said, gazing fondly out at the house tables. “With wit and power, cleverness and bravery, comes responsibility. Within the darkest of shadows gleams the light of hope.”
“Man’s bonkers, isn’t he?” Ron said, and Harry nodded absent-mindedly.
“Only together can an army spur attack. Only completed can armour withhold the darkest blows. I ask you, once again, to stand together, as houses, as a school. It does not do well to divide such strong defenders. I ask you, children; adults soon, we hope; I ask you to put aside your childish differences. I ask you to love, for only love can break a darkest curse.”
There was silence as Dumbledore’s words echoed around the Great Hall, then,
“Enough of solemn words. Twiddle, Tweak, Twite and Twing! Let the feast begin!”
The tables filled with food, and the tables sighed as things went back to normal.
“Blimey, did you see the look on Nott’s face?” Ron said, picking up a pair of tongs and heaping his plate with chips. “would have thought Dumbledore suggested that he work with the house elves,” he paused to pause at a seething Hermione. “Sorry.”
“But that’s not all,” Harry said, looking mournfully at a bowl of mint humbugs. “We have to be friends with Malfoy.”
Ron spat out a mouthful of pumpkin juice, ignoring Hermione’s “Honestly”. “No way. Be friends with that Death Eater? I’d rather marry an English Greensnout!”
Harry shrugged, and frowned at his own goblet of pumpkin juice. “I’m not happy about this either. Dumbledore must be barking if thinks we’ll be friends.” suddenly having lost his appetite, Harry pushed his plate away and leaned his head against his arms. “This year has not gotten off to a good start.”
*****
As Harry learned the next day, Dumbledore’s wish for the school to all be friends did not extend to teachers. Snape magically decide to be his friend. Or even civil.
“Five points from Griffindor for complete disregard for school property,” he said as Harry kicked the table leg in frustration.
“But sir-”
“Another five for talking back,” Snape said, swooping past him to corner Neville into giving up on his explosive looking potion.
“I don’t get it,” Harry moaned in frustration, his head thumping hard enough on the table to send his pile of too-big chopped up Leaves Of Eden onto the floor. “How is this supposed to make us smarter?”
“I doubt,” Snape sneered. “that it would do anything of the like for you, Potter. Five points for not reading the board.”
“But-”
“FIVE POINTS, POTTER! Do you want a month of detentions?
Harry scowled and turned back to his lump of useless brown goop. “Bet you’d like that,” he muttered.
“DETENTION!”
*****
The fact that Harry Potter was gay was hardly news around Hogwarts. If they knew, they met in discreet corners or shrugged knowingly. If they didn’t, they remained blissfully unaware that their love potions weren’t going to work. Harry was just glad that it hadn’t made the front page in the Daily Prophet.
“Fuck,” Seamus gasped, one hand pushing against the wall behind him as the other pulled Harry in for a rough kiss. His legs were wrapped around Harry’s waist as he was pushed rhythmically against the wall, his pants lying on the floor by their feet, T-shirt pushed up. “HarryHarryHarryHarryHarry,” he mumbled. “Fuck! Oh god oh fuck.”
Harry moaned in reply, gasping next to Seamus’ ear. “This is so fucking dirty,” he whispered, and heard Seamus’ whine. “What would happen if someone saw us? What if it snows? What if the Griffindor come back from Hogsmead early?” He panted, and the sound echoed around the empty hallway. “They would see this, see you, so fucking needy,” he groaned and pushed Seamus even further into the wall. “They would see this. They would see your face when you came, and hear your moans,” Harry grinned into Seamus’ neck as Seamus did, indeed, come, with a loud moan and a hot sensation messing up their T-shirts.
“Fuck,” Seamus whimpered, and went slack against the wall, letting out little moans as Harry continued to fuck him. Harry sped up as he heard the sound of many approaching footsteps, groaning at the greater sensation when Seamus wrapped his legs around him tighter, pulled him in deeper. “Fuck, Harry,” Seamus whispered, looking at the corner where the approaching footsteps were headed.
Harry nodded, and pinned Seamus against the wall one last time, letting go with a deep groan. They stayed there, panting for a few seconds, before Harry gently let Seamus down. They quickly put their clothes on, muttering Cleaning Spells and stepped away from each other, fixing their hair as a bunch of fourth years walked round the corner, giggling at Harry. He looked over their heads at Seamus, mouthed the word ‘Close,” and grinned as the other boy blushed.
****
Several corridors and flights of mischievous stairs away, Draco Malfoy fainted.