Chapter 12

Hey again, it seems that the chapters keep on coming. So much action not enough reflection. Maybe that will change, see you guys soon.

The calm before the storm.

It would probably be pretty accurate to say the storm before the even bigger storm. After Malfoy had been released from the infirmary, everyone was on edge. It didn't do to put the Head Boy in a coma and McGonagall had become even more strict as the days wore on. Everything felt slow and fast at the same time as though someone had gotten their hands on a time turner and was turning it every which way just to spite them.

At least to Ron it felt that way. The weeks leading to Hermione and Harry's graduation came faster than Ron would have ever expected it to. Years ago it felt like every day was moving to slowly as they searched for the Horcruxes. Ron had been stir crazy and on edge in the presence of that blimey necklace and wanted to be away from his best friends. But now Hermione would be going to school and Harry would be joining the Auror program and Ron would be left behind. In all fairness he should have taken the summer courses with his mates when he had the chance, but George was coming back home from Egypt with Bill and Ron hadn't felt comfortable going off to Hogwarts so soon after his brother's return.

But now he was severely regretting staying at home in the Burrow.

But it was too early to be getting depressed about his own choices. He could tell because Neville was humming loudly to himself and Harry was still burrowed in his sheets. Which usually meant that it was too early.

"Blood Hell, mate! Knock it off," Harry hissed, springing from his sheets at once to throw his pillow at Neville. Neville, while he was never going to be a Quidditch player caught the pillow and threw it right back, the pillow hitting Harry square in the face and went back to humming.

"Don't you dare laugh," Harry grumbled stumbling out of bed and into the bathroom. Neville hummed louder as the smaller man passed him. Giving Harry a grin as Harry shot him the bird. "Fucking Gryffindors, I swear!" he grumbled some more. Neville laughed.

"Well if you weren't so into Zabini's arse then maybe you would still be a Gryffindor too," Neville shot back grabbing his bag, he waved to Ron on his way out. He was probably going to visit Hannah or walk her to class or do whatever disgustingly lovesick couples do before class.

"I do not stare at Zabini's arse," Harry muttered to himself as he brushed his teeth. "His robes cover it, and he's hardly without it now that it is winter."

"Not something I want to hear so early in the morning mate." Ron sighed. Harry and Zabini had this weird fascination with each other. It definitely had confused Ron when he first began to actually notice it. Sure Zabini was a good looking Bloke that Ron could appreciate fully on a day where it was hot and Zabini was shirtless. But he wasn't interested in Zabini and therefore didn't really care about his arse.

Unless it was nice of course.

Harry blushed and spit into the sink. And no more was said on the subject as they showered and dressed and headed to the Great Hall.

"Good Morning," Blaise whispered, the telltale sharpness of his claws gently trailing down Draco's sides told them blonde exactly what type of morning this was going to be. And if he had it his way, it better be fun.

"Good Morning," He muttered, staring into the gold feral eyes of his lover and feeling that usual beat of pleasure shoot deep into his thought Blaise was definitely hotter when they kissed with fangs had always struck Draco as odd, but he wasn't about to deeply question himself on his weird kinks and fetishes.

Blaise hummed softly against his mouth. A hum that was more like a purr as he peppered kisses down the blonde's jawline and to his neck. Draco tried not to shiver under his touch, but the razor sharp fangs were light and firm at the same time, pressureless nibbles that drove the blonde wild.

They probably did have too much time to draw out the foreplay as much as he would have wanted, because Blaise was pulling up and staring at him in a way that said he had no patience in this moment.

"I want you in me, Draco," Blaise growled, pushing the blonde onto his back and swiping his leg over Draco. He was already speaking the lubrication and stretching charm when he brought himself down on Draco's rapidly hard cock. And Merlin it was amazing. Blaise liked his pain with his pleasure and rocked his hips as Draco tried and failed to get his bearings. It was always like this when they went for a quickie before class. Draco had no control over what the man did above him. The sleek tricks he pulled out as he latched his mouth onto's Draco's neck. Draco moaned carelessly thrusting his hips as Blaise ground down. He barely had time to slip his hands around Blaise's thick cock before he felt his own orgasm ripped from him.

Blaise barely stopped his pace as Draco went boneless underneath him. The furious twitching of his cock inside him led him over the edge with a growl feral enough to scare anyone who overheard.

He ground out his orgasm as Draco whimpered wantonly below him, careful to retract his claws as he spread his fingers through the cum that mixed with Draco's milky white skin.

Draco barely had to do anything to get him off anymore. The blonde always left him satisfied.

Looking down at the blonde who was trying to catch his breath. He could tell Draco felt the same way.

It really was a good morning.

"So...breakfast, yea." Draco murmured, moaning as Blaise let his flaccid cock slip out of him. For some reason that Blaise couldn't fathom, that always got Draco horny all over again and he was tempted to go for a second round.

….But they really only had another 45 minutes before class started and he was quite hungry.

"Yes, let's do that," he whispered, giving the blonde a small lingering kiss before throwing open the curtains to their bed.

And coming face to face with Goyle. The brunette was reading a book about extinct Dragons. Blaise only knew this, because that was the only thing his mind decided to focus on. Sure Draco was frozen behind them, and Goyle's face was getting redder by the moment as he openly stared at the two. He definitely wasn't reading anymore, but for some reason, Blaise could only look at the book and think how horribly embarrassing this was.

"Ugh..." Goyle said closing the book and turning away from the two. Blaise quickly grabbed a pillow. Goyle had been sitting on the side of his own bed, but now the brawny man had tucked his legs back onto the bed and had a hand on the emerald curtains. With a very red face he "I'm not gay...I just was wondering if you'd like to go to breakfast together,"

And then the curtain closed, leaving Blaise and Draco in relative privacy.

"It's a good thing I put a silencing spell over us," Blaise said tossing the pillow aside. Draco scoffed behind him, before shuffling out of the bed and towards the bathrooms.

There wasn't that many 8th years who came back for this school year and those that did were primarily of the non Slytherin sort. In fact before Blaise came back, Draco had been the only 8th year to come back. Meaning he had an entire room fit for four males to himself.

And then Goyle transferred back and now they had to share.

And remember to add silencing charms and other stuff that wasn't necessary.

But Goyle was rather silent with his comings and going and usually he was gone before Blaise was awake, doing god knows what. It was probably a Durmstrang thing if he had to be honest with himself.

"My god, in the past 12 and a half bloody years, I've known Gregory, he never once seen my bits," Draco complained as he and Blaise shared a shower. Blaise was showering to get clean, but Draco was doing it, so he could stick his fingers somewhere where they didn't belong.

At least not right now.

In the end they didn't have too much time to eat breakfast.

Goyle had waited, still reading his book on extinct Dragons. He had managed to lose the flush to his face and mutter words to Draco whenever the two felt the need to speak. Blaise had never really noticed until the brawny man had come back, but he had never willingly spoke when they were younger. It had to have been a rare few times when Blaise did hear the man speak, but even then it wasn't but a few words and never sentences.

It seemed that Durmstrang and had done him some good. Blaise wasn't to sure about the Curriculum, but he had heard from distant relatives that it was definitely tough and strict in every aspect of the word. If they wanted Goyle to speak, Blaise had no doubt that they had ways of making him speak.

Draco hadn't seemed to mind as much that Goyle could speak more than a word a day. In fact he looked kind of proud. Sure the conversations were never of anything intelligent, no politics or potions, but he definitely had gotten better.

Entering the Great Hall for breakfast was usually the easiest part of the day. Everyone was too tired to try and hex the Slytherins, so it was a peaceful time of eating.

Usually though that's not to say that everyday was as pleasant.

Potter was immediately the first person he saw, with his vivid green eyes staring curiously at him as he munched on jammed toast. His hair was a bird's nest as always and fell constantly in his eyes. It seemed like every morning he would forget how to say hello and just stare at Blaise. It was incredibly attractive in a stalker sort of way.

Blaise nodded at him as he took his seat over at the Slytherin table where Pansy was eating what looked like a hearty meal of just meat. Satisfactory, as it was at one point after the war where she had refused to eat and wanted to waste away. Too many Howlers and death threats she would say as she pushed the plate away. And all because she had openly spoke against Potter

He had to admit that Pansy had really come up in the past few years. It had taken a lot of therapy of the Muggle variety and a lot of trips to the hospital and a lot of late night floo calls, but she had broken through her depression. And while she still liked to stay slim, she ate as heavily as any guy he knew and no longer listened to the howlers that she got on a daily basis.

"Morning," she said as they sat down, chewing her eggs swiftly and gulping down her juice. They hadn't much time before they would need to go to class, so Blaise figured he had better tuck in to his plate as well.

He was probably several bites into his sausage when everything went to shit.

Really he should have expected it to happen sooner or later.

Goyle had been cruel when Snape was the Head Master and though he never liked to speak ill of the dead, Snape really should have done a better job tampering that cruelty that the Carrows loved so dearly.

They had all taken their fair share of forbidden curses and dished them out as well. It didn't matter what house you belonged to, you were going to Crucio a Muggleborn or Half-blood whether you wanted to or not.

Of course you could have been like Longbottom and Finnegan and outright refuse and suffer more Crucios than any sane person could take, end up with a horrible case of the shakes and still continue to refuse to curse a Muggleborn. But most people weren't that foolish. Most people wanted to get through the day without being cursed or hexed or just plain tortured. Blaise himself had detached himself from the situation whenever he had to Crucio a child. He even Imperioed Draco to doing it when it was necessary. He hadn't wanted to do it no more than Cormac McLaggen wanted to Crucio Hannah Abbott. Life just wasn't fair for anyone in that time and everyone with a shred of a heart left suffered.

Crabbe and Goyle had relished in it. Crabbe especially was very open about it, so much so that Blaise couldn't stand to be in the presence of the oaf. He could normally stay quiet and console a few rebellious Slytherins from doing anything reckless, but when it came to Crabbe, Blaise had found his temper flaring to extreme highs. He was always so close to using an unforgivable or something as horrible, but Draco was adamant that Crabbe wasn't bad just misguided. And the Room of Requirement quickly told them how bad Crabbe actually was.

Goyle was misguided, he wasn't as smart and knew it. He could cast an unforgivable well and received praise that he never got before. He knew what craving acceptance meant to a person like Goyle. He was cruel, but ultimately he had gone to reform and came out better. Durmstrang was strict, at least that's what his relatives had told him, but Goyle had come out far better than anyone had hoped while he attended the school.

Blaise had wondered why he hadn't stayed.

No one saw it coming, though Blaise knew that something was wrong. Goyle had just opened his mouth to answer whatever question Pansy had asked him about the book in his hand when it burst into flames.

Draco immediately shot up out of his seat, his eyes wide with fear and Blaise knew he was reliving that night in the Room of Hidden Things.

Goyle was much worse as his robes caught fire and the man let out a scream that he'd never thought he'd have to hear again.

Pansy hissed out an Augamenti, but it continued to burn traveling up the cloth until his entire robes were set fire.

It was Fiendfyre and it wasn't stopping.

"Greg! Greg, take it off!" Draco screamed, pointing his wand at the man. Blaise could see he was trying to remember the counter-charm to dispel the flame, but his hands were shaking and Goyle would probably be dead by the time Draco got it right.

He had never been as useless as he was in that moment, while Goyle stood there in flames, tears leaking heavily from his eyes. The man was about to die in front of the entire school and they couldn't remember the bloody fucking counter-charm.

"TRIBERG!"

And there was water falling from the sky and unto Goyle. Blaise was momentarily stunned as the water froze the flames in jagged arches and spikes, before he understood the spellwork, jumping over to the side where Goyle stood he ripped the overly hot robes from the man's body and tossed them onto floor beside them. It wouldn't hold the flames for more than a few seconds, but that was all they needed before the Headmistress stepped in quickly dispelling the flames.

Headmistress McGonagall had never looked more worn and upset than she did in that moment. Her dark purple robes hung sullenly around her.

"Thank you for your quick thinking Ms. Lovegood," she said, nodding to the blonde Ravenclaw whose stood next to Draco, holding his hand and rubbing his sleeve her eyes imploringly huge. She barely acknowledged the headmistress.

In the midst of it all, the owls were delivering the post and sitting neatly on the table was a letter from the Ministry addressing Draco.

Dear Mr. Malfoy,

You are hear by summoned by the Minister of Magic, sir Kingsley Shacklebolt, to act as a witness on behalf of 1998 murder of Emily McCrain on December 21st, 2000. Failure to do so will result in the immediate procurement of your wand and a cell in Azkaban.

Signed,

Emily Chan, Secretary of the Minister of Magic.

This on is short, but yay to moving along. Also Triberg of course is German and not latin and it's actually a name of a town not like a meaning to anything. The way I see it it most magic is learned in Latin but their will be ancient magic not in Latin. The reason I chose Luna is that she's the most likely person to know about random ancient spells. I figured Hermione could know, but Hermione doesn't read about old strange spells just for fun. So yea, small sex scene, mostly Blaise's POV of things at the end and now the story is rolling forward towards the end. So I should see yall in another week haha. What does that make, 4 chapters this month? Yea I am on a roll this October.