Harry Potter and the Love of the Dragon – Chapter 14
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Harry, Ron and Hermione entered the empty History of Magic classroom and took their seats
at the back of the room. Harry placed himself right in the centre of the row and laid out his parchment
and books in an arrangement that would give the impression that he was working. Hermione took out
her supplies and unrolled a fresh roll of parchment ready to take notes, whilst Ron left his bag beneath
the table untouched. After a couple of minutes of Quidditch discussion the rest of the class began
piling through the doors in dribs and drabs. The back rows were quickly filled and by the time Draco
appeared, the only seats left were in the front row. Ron was preoccupied with gazing at Lavender's
profile as she chatted animatedly to Pavarti and Hermione had her nose buried in a new History book.
Draco noticed Harry's choice of seating immediately and scowled at the dark haired boy in mock
irritation. Harry smiled smugly but neither boy's expression was mirrored in his eyes.
'Bastard,' thought Draco to Harry. 'I knew I should have got here earlier.' He carefully
chose a seat at the edge of the front row, knowing full well that Harry could see him clearly from his
own position in the classroom, and proceeded to arrange his books and parchment in a similar array to
his boyfriend.
"Hush down now class," ordered Professor Binns after drifting through the blackboard into
the classroom. Every student obediently turned to face the front of the room and all conversations
ceased. "Today we'll be studying the invasion of Afghanisation and its effect on European wizards."
Binns turned towards the board and flicked his transparent wand at the chalk. He launched
immediately into his infamous monotonous drone and whilst the chalk wrote the lesson's title on the
board, the entire class zoned out into their own little worlds. Ron casually leant back into his chair and
his gaze returned to Lavender's back, a faint, blissful smile appearing on his face. Hermione was
quietly reading the most recent copy of Witches' Weekly and thoughtfully sucking a pink sugar quill.
Harry rested his chin on his right hand and, deducing that no one was likely to notice, he allowed his
gaze to wander lazily over to the corner of the classroom. Draco had rolled up his shirtsleeves and was
relaxing in his seat, arms folded behind his head. Harry could clearly see a seductive smirk covering
his boyfriend's profile and it was blatantly obvious that Draco was well aware of the direction of
Harry's gaze. The blonde appeared to be innocently enraptured by the lecture taking place at the front
of the room, but the raven-haired boy at the back of the class could easily detect his ulterior motives.
Draco stretched hugely, back arched and arms thrown spectacularly into the air.
'Enjoying the show?' Harry could hear the laughter evident in Draco's thoughts. He blushed
slightly and peeled his gaze away from the other boy's toned forearms and, feigning ignorance and
innocence, glanced around the room at his other classmates. His gaze fixed on Parvati, who was
checking out Draco with an open mouth and a dreamy look in her eyes.
'Why don't you ask Parvati?' Draco's body visibly tensed and he turned immediately in his
seat, instantly locating the Gryffindor girl and fixing onto his face the traditional Malfoy smirk that
Harry had grown to…well, hate. Parvati recoiled and hastily returned her gaze to the front of the
classroom. Harry smiled to himself.
'She's no match for you.'
Harry felt his face go warm and was sure that he was turning pink. He basked in the beautiful
view of his boyfriend for a while longer and a clear memory of the two of them in Harry's bed a couple
of nights ago appeared unexpectedly in his mind.
'Stop thinking dirty thoughts,' Harry teased Draco. 'I know that was you.'
'What?'
'Well it wasn't my memory.'
'How do you know?' Draco smirked.
'You're blond for a start, so that just leaves one person.'
'You kissed SEAMUS??'
'Ha ha Draco.'
'Well I've missed you, I can't help it…' Harry could hear the pout in Draco's tone.
'How about a midnight rendezvous then?' Harry suggested. 'Tonight, my bed, midnight? The
new password's Frodo Baggins.'
'I'll be there.'
Harry allowed himself a satisfied grin before he picked up his quill ready to copy down the
homework assignment.
"I want a summery of this lesson completed by Monday." Professor Binns was finally
wrapping up the lesson. Harry hastily scribbled the task on his sheet of parchment – void of any notes
– and packed his belongings away. The rest of the class followed suit and five minutes later Binns had
dismissed the students.
'See you tonight Draco,' Harry thought at his boyfriend's retreating back.
'I can't wait,' he replied.
"Woo hoo!!!!!!!!!!" rejoiced Ron, jumping for joy. "No more Slytherins for the rest of the
day!"
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At eleven thirty that night, Harry was sat cross-legged on his bed in the boys' dorm. He had
already proceeded to establish the bubble of silence and was quietly absorbed in the book Hermione
had given him for his birthday. Harry could hear the soft snores from the other boys in the dorm
proving that he was the only one still awake. One of the curtains surrounding his bed was tucked back
in wait for Draco's arrival, and Draco the snake was nibbling elegantly on a sugar mouse on his
owner's pillow.
"Frodo Baggins?" whispered a voice. The foot of the bed dipped slightly with the weight of
an invisible mass. Harry jumped slightly at the sound of the voice and hastily closed the remaining
drapes around the bed, muttering the second charm under his breath.
Draco leant forwards, the invisibility cloak slipping from his grasp and falling into a silky
pool behind him, and planted a gentle kiss on Harry's hungry lips.
"Frodo Baggins?" Draco repeated, pulling off his shoes. "What's that, a muggle bag packing
agency or something?"
Harry chuckled lightly at his Slytherin's innocent ignorance. "There's a muggle book called
Lord of the Rings. Frodo Baggins is the ring bearer."
"Who chose that as a password?"
"Hermione of course." Harry snapped the novel shut and placed it in Draco's hands. "You
should read it." Draco looked decidedly sceptical. "It's a good book. I finished it in year six."
"Sure. A muggle book." Draco looked at the front cover and frowned.
"It's about an evil wizard," Harry elaborated.
Draco placed the book on top of the cloak behind him and added his silk pyjama shirt to the
pile. Harry followed suit and grabbed the blond around the waist. Another pair of hands moved to
Harry's own waist and, unsure of whom had been the instigator, their lips locked together and as one
the boys sank to the bed, bodies pressed as closely together as was physically possible. Harry heard a
slight moan pass between them, but had no idea which mouth had released the sound. Hands slowly
caressed his back and he settled his own in the other boy's freshly washed, un-gelled but still slightly
damp hair. An increasingly large bulge was pressed against Harry's pelvis mirroring Harry's own
arousal pressing into Draco's hip.
"Excuse me," an aggravated voice snapped. "Someone is trying to get some sleep here."
Draco and Harry sprung apart, eyes wide open in shock and erections still filling out their already skin-
tight underwear. Harry hit his head on the headboard and Draco's arse collided with one of the
bedposts. They quickly inspected the curtains surrounding the bed; each one was still securely drawn.
"Did you hear that?" Harry whispered.
"I thought you used the charms."
"I did." Harry poked his head out through the drapes. "Everyone's still asleep."
"So who said that?"
"Hello??? Harry???? I'm down here you dumbass." Harry frowned briefly before a look of
realisation replaced the confused one already adorning his face.
"What?" demanded Draco, hands placed firmly on his hips, legs crossed beneath him, but a
lump – smaller but still present – remained pressing defiantly on the front of his tight boxer-briefs.
Harry smiled slightly and lifted something from his pillow. "I present this before the group."
He held the snake out in front of him, displaying it to his boyfriend. "Draco, meet Draco."
"Draco?" the Slytherin blushed.
"Don't get too smug," Harry clarified quickly, redeeming his pride as best as he could. "He
named himself."
"He named…he…oh! I remember. You had the snake on the Express."
"Right. That was when I…" Harry stopped talking abruptly and lowered his eyes to his lap.
"When you what?"
A small pink patch was appearing on each of Harry's cheeks. "Nothing," he mumbled.
"That was when he noticed how cute you were," hissed a voice.
Draco's eyes widened. He looked like a fish pulled out of water. "You think I'm cute?"
Draco smiled coyly and tilted his head curiously to one side.
"You understood that?" Harry marvelled, shocked.
"I…hmm, that's right." Draco frowned in deep thought. "I'm not a Parselmouth," he
whispered in awe.
"Sounds like you are now." Harry grasped Draco's hand and squeezed it tightly. "Can you
understand this?" Harry looked at snake-Draco and hissed something.
"You said 'Dudley is a prat'." Draco grinned, brimming with excitement.
"This is cool!"
"You try."
Draco looked down at the snake and a hissing sound escaped his lips. "Do you think this is
because of the link?" he asked.
"Probably," answered Harry. He was unable to tell if he was speaking English or
Parseltongue.
"We'll have to ask Dumbledore tomorrow in his office," rationalised Draco.
"Where were we anyway?" Harry asked, pointedly. "Before we were so rudely interrupted."
"I think we were about…" Draco reattached his mouth to Harry's and they returned to the
previous position they had accomplished. Hung up in their own activities, neither Harry nor Draco
noticed Draco-the-snake slip silently beneath the drapes and into the dorm room.
*~*~*~*~*
A/N: Afghanisation isn't a typo, I promise!! The other day my dumbass History teacher was writing
stuff on the board about what we had to do that lesson. We're doing the Superpowers during the Cold
War and we had to write about the invasion of Afghanistan only she wrote 'the invasion of
Afghanisation'. Also, she wrote 'the Treaty of Helenski' instead of 'the Treaty of Helsinki'.
*~*~*~*~*
Harry, Ron and Hermione entered the empty History of Magic classroom and took their seats
at the back of the room. Harry placed himself right in the centre of the row and laid out his parchment
and books in an arrangement that would give the impression that he was working. Hermione took out
her supplies and unrolled a fresh roll of parchment ready to take notes, whilst Ron left his bag beneath
the table untouched. After a couple of minutes of Quidditch discussion the rest of the class began
piling through the doors in dribs and drabs. The back rows were quickly filled and by the time Draco
appeared, the only seats left were in the front row. Ron was preoccupied with gazing at Lavender's
profile as she chatted animatedly to Pavarti and Hermione had her nose buried in a new History book.
Draco noticed Harry's choice of seating immediately and scowled at the dark haired boy in mock
irritation. Harry smiled smugly but neither boy's expression was mirrored in his eyes.
'Bastard,' thought Draco to Harry. 'I knew I should have got here earlier.' He carefully
chose a seat at the edge of the front row, knowing full well that Harry could see him clearly from his
own position in the classroom, and proceeded to arrange his books and parchment in a similar array to
his boyfriend.
"Hush down now class," ordered Professor Binns after drifting through the blackboard into
the classroom. Every student obediently turned to face the front of the room and all conversations
ceased. "Today we'll be studying the invasion of Afghanisation and its effect on European wizards."
Binns turned towards the board and flicked his transparent wand at the chalk. He launched
immediately into his infamous monotonous drone and whilst the chalk wrote the lesson's title on the
board, the entire class zoned out into their own little worlds. Ron casually leant back into his chair and
his gaze returned to Lavender's back, a faint, blissful smile appearing on his face. Hermione was
quietly reading the most recent copy of Witches' Weekly and thoughtfully sucking a pink sugar quill.
Harry rested his chin on his right hand and, deducing that no one was likely to notice, he allowed his
gaze to wander lazily over to the corner of the classroom. Draco had rolled up his shirtsleeves and was
relaxing in his seat, arms folded behind his head. Harry could clearly see a seductive smirk covering
his boyfriend's profile and it was blatantly obvious that Draco was well aware of the direction of
Harry's gaze. The blonde appeared to be innocently enraptured by the lecture taking place at the front
of the room, but the raven-haired boy at the back of the class could easily detect his ulterior motives.
Draco stretched hugely, back arched and arms thrown spectacularly into the air.
'Enjoying the show?' Harry could hear the laughter evident in Draco's thoughts. He blushed
slightly and peeled his gaze away from the other boy's toned forearms and, feigning ignorance and
innocence, glanced around the room at his other classmates. His gaze fixed on Parvati, who was
checking out Draco with an open mouth and a dreamy look in her eyes.
'Why don't you ask Parvati?' Draco's body visibly tensed and he turned immediately in his
seat, instantly locating the Gryffindor girl and fixing onto his face the traditional Malfoy smirk that
Harry had grown to…well, hate. Parvati recoiled and hastily returned her gaze to the front of the
classroom. Harry smiled to himself.
'She's no match for you.'
Harry felt his face go warm and was sure that he was turning pink. He basked in the beautiful
view of his boyfriend for a while longer and a clear memory of the two of them in Harry's bed a couple
of nights ago appeared unexpectedly in his mind.
'Stop thinking dirty thoughts,' Harry teased Draco. 'I know that was you.'
'What?'
'Well it wasn't my memory.'
'How do you know?' Draco smirked.
'You're blond for a start, so that just leaves one person.'
'You kissed SEAMUS??'
'Ha ha Draco.'
'Well I've missed you, I can't help it…' Harry could hear the pout in Draco's tone.
'How about a midnight rendezvous then?' Harry suggested. 'Tonight, my bed, midnight? The
new password's Frodo Baggins.'
'I'll be there.'
Harry allowed himself a satisfied grin before he picked up his quill ready to copy down the
homework assignment.
"I want a summery of this lesson completed by Monday." Professor Binns was finally
wrapping up the lesson. Harry hastily scribbled the task on his sheet of parchment – void of any notes
– and packed his belongings away. The rest of the class followed suit and five minutes later Binns had
dismissed the students.
'See you tonight Draco,' Harry thought at his boyfriend's retreating back.
'I can't wait,' he replied.
"Woo hoo!!!!!!!!!!" rejoiced Ron, jumping for joy. "No more Slytherins for the rest of the
day!"
*~*~*~*~*
At eleven thirty that night, Harry was sat cross-legged on his bed in the boys' dorm. He had
already proceeded to establish the bubble of silence and was quietly absorbed in the book Hermione
had given him for his birthday. Harry could hear the soft snores from the other boys in the dorm
proving that he was the only one still awake. One of the curtains surrounding his bed was tucked back
in wait for Draco's arrival, and Draco the snake was nibbling elegantly on a sugar mouse on his
owner's pillow.
"Frodo Baggins?" whispered a voice. The foot of the bed dipped slightly with the weight of
an invisible mass. Harry jumped slightly at the sound of the voice and hastily closed the remaining
drapes around the bed, muttering the second charm under his breath.
Draco leant forwards, the invisibility cloak slipping from his grasp and falling into a silky
pool behind him, and planted a gentle kiss on Harry's hungry lips.
"Frodo Baggins?" Draco repeated, pulling off his shoes. "What's that, a muggle bag packing
agency or something?"
Harry chuckled lightly at his Slytherin's innocent ignorance. "There's a muggle book called
Lord of the Rings. Frodo Baggins is the ring bearer."
"Who chose that as a password?"
"Hermione of course." Harry snapped the novel shut and placed it in Draco's hands. "You
should read it." Draco looked decidedly sceptical. "It's a good book. I finished it in year six."
"Sure. A muggle book." Draco looked at the front cover and frowned.
"It's about an evil wizard," Harry elaborated.
Draco placed the book on top of the cloak behind him and added his silk pyjama shirt to the
pile. Harry followed suit and grabbed the blond around the waist. Another pair of hands moved to
Harry's own waist and, unsure of whom had been the instigator, their lips locked together and as one
the boys sank to the bed, bodies pressed as closely together as was physically possible. Harry heard a
slight moan pass between them, but had no idea which mouth had released the sound. Hands slowly
caressed his back and he settled his own in the other boy's freshly washed, un-gelled but still slightly
damp hair. An increasingly large bulge was pressed against Harry's pelvis mirroring Harry's own
arousal pressing into Draco's hip.
"Excuse me," an aggravated voice snapped. "Someone is trying to get some sleep here."
Draco and Harry sprung apart, eyes wide open in shock and erections still filling out their already skin-
tight underwear. Harry hit his head on the headboard and Draco's arse collided with one of the
bedposts. They quickly inspected the curtains surrounding the bed; each one was still securely drawn.
"Did you hear that?" Harry whispered.
"I thought you used the charms."
"I did." Harry poked his head out through the drapes. "Everyone's still asleep."
"So who said that?"
"Hello??? Harry???? I'm down here you dumbass." Harry frowned briefly before a look of
realisation replaced the confused one already adorning his face.
"What?" demanded Draco, hands placed firmly on his hips, legs crossed beneath him, but a
lump – smaller but still present – remained pressing defiantly on the front of his tight boxer-briefs.
Harry smiled slightly and lifted something from his pillow. "I present this before the group."
He held the snake out in front of him, displaying it to his boyfriend. "Draco, meet Draco."
"Draco?" the Slytherin blushed.
"Don't get too smug," Harry clarified quickly, redeeming his pride as best as he could. "He
named himself."
"He named…he…oh! I remember. You had the snake on the Express."
"Right. That was when I…" Harry stopped talking abruptly and lowered his eyes to his lap.
"When you what?"
A small pink patch was appearing on each of Harry's cheeks. "Nothing," he mumbled.
"That was when he noticed how cute you were," hissed a voice.
Draco's eyes widened. He looked like a fish pulled out of water. "You think I'm cute?"
Draco smiled coyly and tilted his head curiously to one side.
"You understood that?" Harry marvelled, shocked.
"I…hmm, that's right." Draco frowned in deep thought. "I'm not a Parselmouth," he
whispered in awe.
"Sounds like you are now." Harry grasped Draco's hand and squeezed it tightly. "Can you
understand this?" Harry looked at snake-Draco and hissed something.
"You said 'Dudley is a prat'." Draco grinned, brimming with excitement.
"This is cool!"
"You try."
Draco looked down at the snake and a hissing sound escaped his lips. "Do you think this is
because of the link?" he asked.
"Probably," answered Harry. He was unable to tell if he was speaking English or
Parseltongue.
"We'll have to ask Dumbledore tomorrow in his office," rationalised Draco.
"Where were we anyway?" Harry asked, pointedly. "Before we were so rudely interrupted."
"I think we were about…" Draco reattached his mouth to Harry's and they returned to the
previous position they had accomplished. Hung up in their own activities, neither Harry nor Draco
noticed Draco-the-snake slip silently beneath the drapes and into the dorm room.
*~*~*~*~*
A/N: Afghanisation isn't a typo, I promise!! The other day my dumbass History teacher was writing
stuff on the board about what we had to do that lesson. We're doing the Superpowers during the Cold
War and we had to write about the invasion of Afghanistan only she wrote 'the invasion of
Afghanisation'. Also, she wrote 'the Treaty of Helenski' instead of 'the Treaty of Helsinki'.