WIP - Wings and Tail - Chapter 2/15 - H\D NC-17
Well, here is the second chapter of Winds and tail. hope you'll enjoy it ^__^
title: Wings and tail.
Disclaimer: I'm the queen of the world, so everything is MINE!!! ~evil laughter~. Not really. I'm just a human. The boys are J.K. Rowling's, and I don't have any profit from it, so please don't sue!
Rating: NC-17, overall.
Pairing: Harry\Draco. [also: Lucius\Severus, will be].
Summary: In their seventh year, Harry Potter still hasn't defeated Voldemort. When Dumbledore called for him, he expected something that connected to the war, but instead he was appointed to guard Draco Malfoy, who was hexed for revenge. Or at least that's what Dumbledore tells them.
Warning: Slash - M/M, creature fic, fluff, Lemon, AU, WAFF, Anal, M-Preg and a little bit D/s. all those warnings aren't present in this chapter.
Chapter's title: Rooms
Rating: PG.
Word count for this chapter: 2,500 roughly.
Beta: it was beta-ed by my lovely beta auroranq, So all the other mistakes are mine alone! I have another two betas, but they a bit busy right now, so I decided to post this as it is and just update it when they'll send it to me. Hope you'll enjoy it.
- Chapter Two - Rooms -
"What do you say?” Dumbledore was so calm. He was talking as if it was normal to ask two rivals to protect each other. And not just any two rivals, but the two worst rivals in all the school. He was talking as if he was putting two boy's from different houses in the same room on a daily basis. Two rivals that hated each other more then anyone else in the school, from the two houses that hated each other the most, in the same room. What was he thinking!? Was the world coming to an end?
His shocked expression affect Dumbledore in the slightest, so Harry turned to Draco, he found the boy looking at him with.....hope and happiness, as if his greatest wish was just granted. He knew that there was something wrong with him, because he found this boy, that was supposed to be Draco Malfoy, to be charming, even adorable! Draco's gray-blue eye's where incredibly wide, his mouth hung open a little bit and his cheeks were a bit pink. How someone was suppose to say 'no' when something so cute looked at you like that? It was impossible, and so Harry ended up saying 'yes' without even looking at the headmaster, and he was glad he didn't looked at him because if he had, he would have missed the total happiness and delight that replaced the hope on Draco's face.
“Thank you, my dear boy,” said the old headmaster. Even if he had asked Harry if he would do it, he had no doubt in his mind that should Draco be there in his current state, it wouldn't take long for him to agree. “I can asked the house elves to pack and move your things, if you wish. Yet I believe it is still necessary for you to return to you're houses and tell your friends the news. We don't wont them to worry, now do we? I think that until lunch will be enough time for both of you to pack and talk to your friends?” he waited for two nods from the young boys in his office before continuing. “Very well. I will send the house elves for your trunks before lunch time and I'll see you in front of the great hall's doors afterwards. Is that alright with you boys?”
“Of course, sir.” Harry answered while Draco just nodded, His face still very joyful. When Dumbledore smiled and nodded in return, both of them stood and turned towards the door. At the last moment, Harry stopped and turned to Dumbledore again. “Um, sir?” he was a little hesitant but at Dumbledore's encouraging nod he continue anyway, “well, what about the war?” he didn't look at the other boy, but knew that Draco was probable looking at him.
The headmasters eyes started twinkling stronger, and the only replay he gave was “When everyone is prepared, the battles well begin. Until then, everyone needs to find their own hidden strengths. Good day.” It was clearly a dismissal, so Harry nodded and left. At the door stood Draco, waiting for him while watching the old Professor with a thoughtful expression.
At the foot of the stairs Harry turned to Draco to say 'I'll see you later' but before he could really say something, Draco send him a bright beautiful smile. And before Harry could smile back, Draco approached him and kissed him on the cheek, saying a quick “thank you” before he ran off to his common room. Harry was stunned, for a few minutes he stood without moving and just stared at the corner Draco had disappeared around not long ago. But then a very small smile appeared on his lips and with a shake of his head he started back to Gryffindor.
* * *
As he ran to his common room, several students looked at him as if he'd fallen from the moon. It really was highly unusual for a Slytherin to run, especially for Draco Malfoy, The Slytherin Ice Prince. But he didn't care, he'd been feeling light-headed since the moment his lips touched Harry's skin. He didn't understand that feeling, but it felt so right that his mind didn't question it. Instead, he ran all the way from the stairs to his room. He entered with a bright, broad smile gracing his face.
He past the common room without stopping, leaving every one in it to stare after him with open mouths, someone even gasped loudly, but he didn't pay any attention to it, he just rushed to his room. As he entered it, he started to pack with out stooping to breath. He was everywhere in the small room, his trunk was lying open and half full as Draco continue to bring more and more of his stuff in to it. When there really wasn't anymore space in the trunk, he stopped for a moment. For a second he was trying to think why it was already full as it was the only one he brought from home, and it was suppose to be able to contain all of it! Then he remembered. It was able to contain all of his stuff in the beginning of the year due to the shrinking spell he put on all his stuff then, but forget this time.
As Pansy and Blaise came in to his room, it was almost empty already, and Draco was like a little hurricane speeding around the room which he circled while he packed. The thing that finally stopped him was Pansy's sharp inhalation, that was loud enough for all the house to hear. When Draco turned to them, his smile just widened and he ran to his only friends and hugged them, leaving them in a severe state of shock.
“I have so much to tell you! So much had happened at the last couple of hours! You won't believe it!” Draco was eager and looked so young and carefree that for a moment Blaise and Pansy didn't know who this was, and where the real Draco Malfoy was hiding.
“What happened?” asked Pansy cautiously. Blaise just nodded briefly, as if he was afraid of the answer they would get. As Draco began to speak again, he started to pack as well.
“I was just in the headmasters office! With Harry Potter! And I'm going to live in the same room with him...” Draco was talking rapidly, but was cut off at that moment by a shocked Pansy screaming.
“You're going to live in the lions den from now on and you're happy?!” Blaise didn't scream like Pansy did, but it was evident from his voice that if not for his shock, he would have. Blaise's comment and Pansy's scream made Draco stop packing and turn to his friends.
“What? Who said anything about the lions den? I'm not welcome there, and would never be! No, Dumbledore give me and Harry a private room.” For a moment there, his best friends thought that the Draco Malfoy was back. If not for that last sentence.
For quite some time now Draco had been, occasionally, acting strange. Sometimes he would be nice to someone he didn't know as good as he knew his house, the Hufflepuff for instance. Or he would defend Harry Potter to and from the Slytherins! The same Harry Potter he loathed for six years, the Harry Potter that made his life as miserable as Draco would make his. The Harry Potter that was The Boy-Who-Lived, the future savior of the wizarding world, the soon to be hero. That Harry Potter.
But usually, Draco would come out of that quickly enough and would make everybody believe it was one more of his sarcastic jokes. And yet, there they were, in one of Draco's strange modes and he was suppose to snap out of it sometime ago, but he didn't. This time his was acting like his six year old self, a Draco that was highly adorable even to them, his best friends, the ones, maybe even the only ones, that weren't attracted to him. Well, maybe it will go away soon, and then we will have our best friend back, they both thought at the same time and with a sigh, they left the excited blond alone.
* * *
As Draco was running toward his common room, Harry was walking toward his. It's not that nobody waited for him, it was just that he had things to think about. Things he wouldn't be able to think about with all the racket in the Gryffindor's common room. And with Hermione nagging him to study or do his homework.
'When everyone is prepared, the battles well begin. Until then, everyone needs to find their own hidden strengths' That's what Dumbledore had said, but what did he mean? The way Harry knew his headmaster, the old man probably knew what Harry's so called 'strenghts' were, but would not tell him until the very end. Or until he found out on his own, whatever came first. It also probably has something to do with this guarding Malfoy thing, but what? It was all driving him crazy.
And anyway, why did he agreed to do it in the first place? Yeah, Draco was under a spell, he could see that as clearly as he could see the floor he walks on, with his glasses on, of course. But why agree to it? Anyone could have moved in with the blond Slytherin... Harry didn't continue that line of thought because it made he stomach clamp painfully, for some reason. But he didn't dwell on the thought 'cause it made him uncomfortable too, so he returned to his first thought, the reason he agreed to guard Draco Malfoy.
Before he could start reasoning with himself, he was at the fat lady's portrait. He said the password, 'Reauko', and entered his common room, a room that was always lighthearted and tumultuous even in these times of war. Many of the Gryffindors wondered about the password this year, it was very strange, and no one had heard about it before, not even Hermione! It was actually very amusing for a few days.
When on the first day of school in the common room some first year student asked what 'Reauko' meant, everyone turned to Hermione. There was no one in school who didn't know she'd read all the boos in the library already, and if you need to know some thing, you ask her. And yet, she didn't know what it was. For almost a week she searched through all the school, until she finally found it. Though, no one really listened when she started to tell everyone what 'Reauko' was. Every single one of them stopped listening after the first sentence...' Reauko is a type of magical being...'
When Harry entered the Gryffindors common room, it was full with first and second year students. There were several students from other years, but the majority of them were in the library at this time on a Saturday. His room was empty and in utter disorder. There was shirts and socks all over the floor. Books and parchment where scattered on the unmade beds and desks. Harry sighed and made his way to his side of the room. Taking out his trunk from under the bed and placing it on top, he started to pack. He didn't have many things with him, but it took time to find everything in the mess they called a dorm room. Though he knew that if he was trying harder, he would have made it in less time.
Now that he was alone with his thoughts, he was trying to find the reason he'd agreed to move in with Malfoy. He told himself that it was only because he pitied the blond Slytherin. But if he was honest with himself, he knew deep down that there was some other reason. It was as if he was pushed forward by an invisible force. Something or someone that stood behind him and whispered in his ear to do it, and if he protests, it will shove him in anyway.
But Harry didn't believe in invisible forces dictating his future. So if anyone questioned his decision he would say that it was the same thing that made any Gryffindor jump head first into trouble, and that any other Gryffindor would have done the same thing.
Ron and Hermione found him very slowly packing.
“What are you doing, mate?” asked Ron, startling Harry out of his brooding. He turned to them so fast that he almost fell.
“Oh. It's you two.” Harry give a sigh of relief. “Well. I'm packing.” At that statement he received two raised eyebrows from his best friends. “Maybe you should sit down.”
“Harry...” Hermione started to say, but he interrupted here before she could go on.
“Please sit down and I'll explain.” they just nodded and sat on the nearest bed, in this case Dean's. “Well, while you guys were in the library, I got an owl from Dumbledore asking me to come to his office. When I got there, Malfoy was there as well. In brief, Malfoy was hexed and was acting like a six year old child. Dumbledore thinks it has something to deal with Voldemort -” At the growing anger on Ron's face and the bewilder on Hermione's, Harry sped through his explanation, not thinking. “- so he asked my to guard him, I'll have to move in with him.”
“What? You're going to live with the ferret in the snakes pit of your own free will?!” was Ron's response to Harry's words.
“No! Dumbledore gave us a separate room. And I doing this only because Dumbledore said it was probably caused by Voldemort!” at Ron's angry retort, Harry’s response was very defensive and he raised his voice to almost a shout. “He said that it was a hex used by Dark wizards in dark rituals or something.”
“If he knows so much about this hex, why didn't he just remove it?" Ron was now on his feet shouting at Harry. He was just about to say some thing else when Hermione's hand on his arm stopped him.
“I think I read about it once. It's making you all vulnerable and passive, right?” she asked Harry and he nodded in return. “There is no reversal spell for it, Ron, the only way to end it is to let it fade with time. And in the time it takes it to fade, Malfoy need someone to help him, because the hex makes him do everything said to him. It's almost like Imperio” While Hermione was explaining that, her face took on a thoughtful expression.
At her explanation, Ron's anger faded and he sat back on the bed next to Hermione. After a few seconds of silence, Harry returned to his packing.
TBC
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title: Wings and tail.
Disclaimer: I'm the queen of the world, so everything is MINE!!! ~evil laughter~. Not really. I'm just a human. The boys are J.K. Rowling's, and I don't have any profit from it, so please don't sue!
Rating: NC-17, overall.
Pairing: Harry\Draco. [also: Lucius\Severus, will be].
Summary: In their seventh year, Harry Potter still hasn't defeated Voldemort. When Dumbledore called for him, he expected something that connected to the war, but instead he was appointed to guard Draco Malfoy, who was hexed for revenge. Or at least that's what Dumbledore tells them.
Warning: Slash - M/M, creature fic, fluff, Lemon, AU, WAFF, Anal, M-Preg and a little bit D/s. all those warnings aren't present in this chapter.
Chapter's title: Rooms
Rating: PG.
Word count for this chapter: 2,500 roughly.
Beta: it was beta-ed by my lovely beta auroranq, So all the other mistakes are mine alone! I have another two betas, but they a bit busy right now, so I decided to post this as it is and just update it when they'll send it to me. Hope you'll enjoy it.
- Chapter Two - Rooms -
"What do you say?” Dumbledore was so calm. He was talking as if it was normal to ask two rivals to protect each other. And not just any two rivals, but the two worst rivals in all the school. He was talking as if he was putting two boy's from different houses in the same room on a daily basis. Two rivals that hated each other more then anyone else in the school, from the two houses that hated each other the most, in the same room. What was he thinking!? Was the world coming to an end?
His shocked expression affect Dumbledore in the slightest, so Harry turned to Draco, he found the boy looking at him with.....hope and happiness, as if his greatest wish was just granted. He knew that there was something wrong with him, because he found this boy, that was supposed to be Draco Malfoy, to be charming, even adorable! Draco's gray-blue eye's where incredibly wide, his mouth hung open a little bit and his cheeks were a bit pink. How someone was suppose to say 'no' when something so cute looked at you like that? It was impossible, and so Harry ended up saying 'yes' without even looking at the headmaster, and he was glad he didn't looked at him because if he had, he would have missed the total happiness and delight that replaced the hope on Draco's face.
“Thank you, my dear boy,” said the old headmaster. Even if he had asked Harry if he would do it, he had no doubt in his mind that should Draco be there in his current state, it wouldn't take long for him to agree. “I can asked the house elves to pack and move your things, if you wish. Yet I believe it is still necessary for you to return to you're houses and tell your friends the news. We don't wont them to worry, now do we? I think that until lunch will be enough time for both of you to pack and talk to your friends?” he waited for two nods from the young boys in his office before continuing. “Very well. I will send the house elves for your trunks before lunch time and I'll see you in front of the great hall's doors afterwards. Is that alright with you boys?”
“Of course, sir.” Harry answered while Draco just nodded, His face still very joyful. When Dumbledore smiled and nodded in return, both of them stood and turned towards the door. At the last moment, Harry stopped and turned to Dumbledore again. “Um, sir?” he was a little hesitant but at Dumbledore's encouraging nod he continue anyway, “well, what about the war?” he didn't look at the other boy, but knew that Draco was probable looking at him.
The headmasters eyes started twinkling stronger, and the only replay he gave was “When everyone is prepared, the battles well begin. Until then, everyone needs to find their own hidden strengths. Good day.” It was clearly a dismissal, so Harry nodded and left. At the door stood Draco, waiting for him while watching the old Professor with a thoughtful expression.
At the foot of the stairs Harry turned to Draco to say 'I'll see you later' but before he could really say something, Draco send him a bright beautiful smile. And before Harry could smile back, Draco approached him and kissed him on the cheek, saying a quick “thank you” before he ran off to his common room. Harry was stunned, for a few minutes he stood without moving and just stared at the corner Draco had disappeared around not long ago. But then a very small smile appeared on his lips and with a shake of his head he started back to Gryffindor.
* * *
As he ran to his common room, several students looked at him as if he'd fallen from the moon. It really was highly unusual for a Slytherin to run, especially for Draco Malfoy, The Slytherin Ice Prince. But he didn't care, he'd been feeling light-headed since the moment his lips touched Harry's skin. He didn't understand that feeling, but it felt so right that his mind didn't question it. Instead, he ran all the way from the stairs to his room. He entered with a bright, broad smile gracing his face.
He past the common room without stopping, leaving every one in it to stare after him with open mouths, someone even gasped loudly, but he didn't pay any attention to it, he just rushed to his room. As he entered it, he started to pack with out stooping to breath. He was everywhere in the small room, his trunk was lying open and half full as Draco continue to bring more and more of his stuff in to it. When there really wasn't anymore space in the trunk, he stopped for a moment. For a second he was trying to think why it was already full as it was the only one he brought from home, and it was suppose to be able to contain all of it! Then he remembered. It was able to contain all of his stuff in the beginning of the year due to the shrinking spell he put on all his stuff then, but forget this time.
As Pansy and Blaise came in to his room, it was almost empty already, and Draco was like a little hurricane speeding around the room which he circled while he packed. The thing that finally stopped him was Pansy's sharp inhalation, that was loud enough for all the house to hear. When Draco turned to them, his smile just widened and he ran to his only friends and hugged them, leaving them in a severe state of shock.
“I have so much to tell you! So much had happened at the last couple of hours! You won't believe it!” Draco was eager and looked so young and carefree that for a moment Blaise and Pansy didn't know who this was, and where the real Draco Malfoy was hiding.
“What happened?” asked Pansy cautiously. Blaise just nodded briefly, as if he was afraid of the answer they would get. As Draco began to speak again, he started to pack as well.
“I was just in the headmasters office! With Harry Potter! And I'm going to live in the same room with him...” Draco was talking rapidly, but was cut off at that moment by a shocked Pansy screaming.
“You're going to live in the lions den from now on and you're happy?!” Blaise didn't scream like Pansy did, but it was evident from his voice that if not for his shock, he would have. Blaise's comment and Pansy's scream made Draco stop packing and turn to his friends.
“What? Who said anything about the lions den? I'm not welcome there, and would never be! No, Dumbledore give me and Harry a private room.” For a moment there, his best friends thought that the Draco Malfoy was back. If not for that last sentence.
For quite some time now Draco had been, occasionally, acting strange. Sometimes he would be nice to someone he didn't know as good as he knew his house, the Hufflepuff for instance. Or he would defend Harry Potter to and from the Slytherins! The same Harry Potter he loathed for six years, the Harry Potter that made his life as miserable as Draco would make his. The Harry Potter that was The Boy-Who-Lived, the future savior of the wizarding world, the soon to be hero. That Harry Potter.
But usually, Draco would come out of that quickly enough and would make everybody believe it was one more of his sarcastic jokes. And yet, there they were, in one of Draco's strange modes and he was suppose to snap out of it sometime ago, but he didn't. This time his was acting like his six year old self, a Draco that was highly adorable even to them, his best friends, the ones, maybe even the only ones, that weren't attracted to him. Well, maybe it will go away soon, and then we will have our best friend back, they both thought at the same time and with a sigh, they left the excited blond alone.
* * *
As Draco was running toward his common room, Harry was walking toward his. It's not that nobody waited for him, it was just that he had things to think about. Things he wouldn't be able to think about with all the racket in the Gryffindor's common room. And with Hermione nagging him to study or do his homework.
'When everyone is prepared, the battles well begin. Until then, everyone needs to find their own hidden strengths' That's what Dumbledore had said, but what did he mean? The way Harry knew his headmaster, the old man probably knew what Harry's so called 'strenghts' were, but would not tell him until the very end. Or until he found out on his own, whatever came first. It also probably has something to do with this guarding Malfoy thing, but what? It was all driving him crazy.
And anyway, why did he agreed to do it in the first place? Yeah, Draco was under a spell, he could see that as clearly as he could see the floor he walks on, with his glasses on, of course. But why agree to it? Anyone could have moved in with the blond Slytherin... Harry didn't continue that line of thought because it made he stomach clamp painfully, for some reason. But he didn't dwell on the thought 'cause it made him uncomfortable too, so he returned to his first thought, the reason he agreed to guard Draco Malfoy.
Before he could start reasoning with himself, he was at the fat lady's portrait. He said the password, 'Reauko', and entered his common room, a room that was always lighthearted and tumultuous even in these times of war. Many of the Gryffindors wondered about the password this year, it was very strange, and no one had heard about it before, not even Hermione! It was actually very amusing for a few days.
When on the first day of school in the common room some first year student asked what 'Reauko' meant, everyone turned to Hermione. There was no one in school who didn't know she'd read all the boos in the library already, and if you need to know some thing, you ask her. And yet, she didn't know what it was. For almost a week she searched through all the school, until she finally found it. Though, no one really listened when she started to tell everyone what 'Reauko' was. Every single one of them stopped listening after the first sentence...' Reauko is a type of magical being...'
When Harry entered the Gryffindors common room, it was full with first and second year students. There were several students from other years, but the majority of them were in the library at this time on a Saturday. His room was empty and in utter disorder. There was shirts and socks all over the floor. Books and parchment where scattered on the unmade beds and desks. Harry sighed and made his way to his side of the room. Taking out his trunk from under the bed and placing it on top, he started to pack. He didn't have many things with him, but it took time to find everything in the mess they called a dorm room. Though he knew that if he was trying harder, he would have made it in less time.
Now that he was alone with his thoughts, he was trying to find the reason he'd agreed to move in with Malfoy. He told himself that it was only because he pitied the blond Slytherin. But if he was honest with himself, he knew deep down that there was some other reason. It was as if he was pushed forward by an invisible force. Something or someone that stood behind him and whispered in his ear to do it, and if he protests, it will shove him in anyway.
But Harry didn't believe in invisible forces dictating his future. So if anyone questioned his decision he would say that it was the same thing that made any Gryffindor jump head first into trouble, and that any other Gryffindor would have done the same thing.
Ron and Hermione found him very slowly packing.
“What are you doing, mate?” asked Ron, startling Harry out of his brooding. He turned to them so fast that he almost fell.
“Oh. It's you two.” Harry give a sigh of relief. “Well. I'm packing.” At that statement he received two raised eyebrows from his best friends. “Maybe you should sit down.”
“Harry...” Hermione started to say, but he interrupted here before she could go on.
“Please sit down and I'll explain.” they just nodded and sat on the nearest bed, in this case Dean's. “Well, while you guys were in the library, I got an owl from Dumbledore asking me to come to his office. When I got there, Malfoy was there as well. In brief, Malfoy was hexed and was acting like a six year old child. Dumbledore thinks it has something to deal with Voldemort -” At the growing anger on Ron's face and the bewilder on Hermione's, Harry sped through his explanation, not thinking. “- so he asked my to guard him, I'll have to move in with him.”
“What? You're going to live with the ferret in the snakes pit of your own free will?!” was Ron's response to Harry's words.
“No! Dumbledore gave us a separate room. And I doing this only because Dumbledore said it was probably caused by Voldemort!” at Ron's angry retort, Harry’s response was very defensive and he raised his voice to almost a shout. “He said that it was a hex used by Dark wizards in dark rituals or something.”
“If he knows so much about this hex, why didn't he just remove it?" Ron was now on his feet shouting at Harry. He was just about to say some thing else when Hermione's hand on his arm stopped him.
“I think I read about it once. It's making you all vulnerable and passive, right?” she asked Harry and he nodded in return. “There is no reversal spell for it, Ron, the only way to end it is to let it fade with time. And in the time it takes it to fade, Malfoy need someone to help him, because the hex makes him do everything said to him. It's almost like Imperio” While Hermione was explaining that, her face took on a thoughtful expression.
At her explanation, Ron's anger faded and he sat back on the bed next to Hermione. After a few seconds of silence, Harry returned to his packing.
TBC
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