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"Do you manhandle all your guests to Gryffindor tower, Potter?" the blonde spat, a pout forming on his face.
Harry smiled sweetly at him. "Why yes. Didn't you know? It's standard Gryffindor procedure. My next move will be to have you bound, gagged and at my mercy on the floor of the common room."
Harry watched, puzzled, as Draco's eyes became huge and a light pink color rose into his cheeks.
"You okay?" Harry asked.
"Who, me? Oh fine, fine. Just thinking about bondage with you - I mean, bonding with you," Draco said, now blushing even more. "You know, male bonding and all."
Harry had the distinct impression he was missing something.
"Oh, well…okay then," he said and unfastened the first clip that held his robe on.
"OhmyGodwhatareyoudoing?" Draco burst out.
Harry shrugged. "I thought I'd return your robe. Thanks for letting me borrow it." His hand slipped to the next clip.
Draco looked slightly panicked. "But you're not wearing anything under that robe!"
"Yeah, I know, but so what?" Harry asked, more puzzled then ever. He undid the third clasp. "Look, it'll just take a second and I can give you back your -
"Nonononono!" Draco said, shaking his head frantically. "Keep it. Not that I don't appreciate the strip show you're offering me - I mean, your generosity, but you should leave the robe on in case I shag you. I mean, slag you. Off. Slag you off. Right. See you at the meeting!"
And with that odd, babbled statement, Draco bolted from the common room.
"Stupid veela," Harry muttered under his breath, flopping back on his back.
Draco laughed. "But I'm your stupid veela," he said sweetly, moving over as close to Harry as he could get and laying his head down on Harry's chest.
The next morning, Harry woke up to the sound of Draco swearing.
"Oh, bollocks," the blonde was saying in an annoyed voice, glaring at the alarm cloak on the night stand. Harry sat up a bit in bed, yawning.
"What's wrong?" he asked sleepily, watching a fuzzy, out-of-focus Draco through half opened eyes.
"We're late, that's what's wrong," Draco said irritably, looking at the clock. Harry squinted past Draco, but couldn't make out what the clock said.
"We're late? What time is it?" Harry asked, not feeling particularly concerned about being late himself but trying to be sympathetic to Draco's obvious state of distress.
"It's already 7am! We have class in one hour, we've got to hurry!" Draco said in an agitated voice, throwing the covers off.
Harry just stared at him. "It's only seven? And you want to get up? Fuck that. I'm going back to sleep," he said, rolling over on his side away from Draco and pulling the covers up over his head.
Draco promptly yanked them off back off.
"Draco, what the hell do you think you're doing? It's freezing!" Harry glared up at the blonde. "Give me back my covers!"
"No."
"Draaaco…"
"No. We're getting up."
Harry sat up in the bed, reached for his glasses, put them on and resumed glaring at the now in-focus Slytherin.
"Draco, why on earth are we getting up so early?"
"So early!" Draco said, sounding incredulous. "This isn't early, this is late! I have to shower, pick out my clothes, do my hair, check my homework over, get some breakfast and - "
"You're a morning person, aren't you?" Harry accused, in the same tone of voice someone might use to say you eat small children, don't you?
"No, I just happen to actually care what I look like," Draco said haughtily. "And you know, Harry, it wouldn't kill you to think about your hair or clothes once in awhile. You always look positively atrocious."
"Nice try, Malfoy. I happen to know that you will always think I'm hot, no matter what my hair looks like or what I'm wearing."
Draco scowled at this very factual statement of Harry's. "That is so not true," he denied.
"Liar," said Harry affectionately. "But it's okay. I always think you're hot, no matter what."
Draco brightened considerably. "Really?"
"Really really. Now can I have my covers back please?" Harry hoped that the compliment would get Draco to relent and give him back the blankets.
No such luck. Draco had other ideas. "Harry, why don't you go take a shower, and I'll pick out some clothes for you to wear. Oooh, and then I can fix your hair, and pick out a cologne for you, and then -
Harry's eyes grew very wide as he realized just how gay his new boyfriend really was.
"Alright," Draco said agreeably, studying Harry's pinkening face. He smiled. "Aw," the blonde cooed, "Look at you blushing. You're so cute."
"Shut up," Harry muttered, although his heart gave a little leap. This was the first time in his life anyone had ever told him he was cute.
"Harry," she said sternly, "This is serious. You can't just let Draco go around threatening other people on your behalf!"
"Well, what I am supposed to do about it?" Harry asked mildly. "Whack him on the nose with a rolled up newspaper and say 'Bad Veela!'?"
"Nevertheless," Dumbledore said regretfully, "given your past rivalry with Mr. Malfoy a jury will find it hard to believe that he was angry enough on your behalf to cast the Crutiatus curse. These are serious charges, and a guilty conviction will carry with it a lifetime sentence in Azkaban."
"NO!" Harry shouted out, horrified at the prospect. He turned to Draco. "Draco, we have to tell them."
"But Harry - " Draco began, looking like he was still wavering on the issue.
Harry glared at him. "I am not going to let you go to Azkaban for life," he said angrily. "Tell them. NOW."
Dumbledore sat back in his chair expectantly. Lucius, who had been following this little exchange curiously, watched in astonishment as his son glared heavily at Harry but opened his mouth any way.
"Fine," Draco spat, and then turned to Dumbledore and Lucius.
"Guess what, Daddy?" he said, his voice dripping sarcasm. "We're not really purebloods. You, me, Mum - we're all actually part veela. Isn't that swell?"
Utter silence met these words, followed by a loud THUMP.
Lucius Malfoy had fainted.
"All the charges will be dropped now," he explained. "You can't possibly fault a veela in that situation for defending its mate. It explains everything."
"Oh yes, everything is explained," Lucius said in an undertone. "Except the part where I've got a gay veela for a son."
"HEY!" said Draco indignantly.
"Oh sorry, Draco. I forgot the part where my gay veela son is in love with the brat who landed me in prison and stole my House Elf."
"Dad, really," Draco said irritably. "You're such a drama queen. And you wonder why I'm gay."
Harry made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a repressed snort of laughter.
Lucius was not impressed. "Fine, well, now that we've cleared all this up," he said in a haughty tone of voice that was just like his son's. "I'll just be off. The Dark Lord is going to want to hear about this before it's splashed all over the papers. And I'll contact our Law Wizard, Draco, and get these charges dropped."
He turned to Harry menacingly. "And you, Potter," he said in a scary, evil voice. "You be good to my gay veela son, or I'll come after you and everyone you care about and shred them into tiny, bloody pieces."
"Aw, I haven't had a death threat from you in so long," Harry sighed dramatically. "It's just like old times, eh, Lucius?"
Lucius muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like "teenagers."
Harry shook his head. "Voldemort doesn't give up that easily. He wanted Draco for some reason, and I doubt he'd give up just because his first scheme didn't work. And I don't care if Snape said the potion couldn't hurt Draco, I still have a bad feeling about it." He paused and looked out the window, watching the snow fall on muggle London. "Besides, I'm not just worried about Voldemort. What if he runs out of Cadbury Creme Eggs? It's not like he can get them for himself."
Harry was slowly introducing Draco to the world of muggle sweets, and the veela had become extremely attached to the wonder that is the Cadbury Creme Egg, claiming that the sweet fondant centre in the middle was possibly good enough to redeem muggles in his eyes.
"Harry, he'll be FINE," Hermione said with a forced smile.
"But what if Draco gets lonely, huh? What if he can't sleep without me? He's a veela, veela are sensitive, he's not supposed to be away from his mate for this long."
Ron and Hermione's eyes met. We can't kill him, he's our friend, and he has to save the world, their matching expressions seemed to say, and both sighed and went back to reassuring Harry.
That evening, just before dinner, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny were standing around the kitchen, sorting through the meals. The only adults in the house were Remus Lupin, who was upstairs under the influence of a Sleeping Potion, sleeping off the effects of a full moon the night before, and Mundungus Fletcher, who was in the basement examining some of the Black heirlooms for possible trade.
Needless to say, neither was really in a position to care what the kids ate for dinner.
"What should we have tonight?" Hermione asked, peering into the cupboard filled to the brim with Mrs. Weasley's ready made meals. "Corned beef sandwiches? Chicken and ham pie? Beans on toast?"
"How about treacle tart, ice cream and chocolate cake?" Harry suggested in a seemingly innocent voice.
"Harry!" three voices snapped.
"What?" he asked, batting long eyelashes at his friends.
"We're not having three kinds of dessert for dinner just because Draco has a raging veela sweet tooth," Hermione said pointedly.
"Why on earth not?" Harry demanded. "Just this once? Go on and tell me that doesn't sound good to you."
Hermione looked at Ron and Ginny pleadingly, but they seem intrigued by the idea of an all dessert dinner as well.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "We're not doing it because it's not a balanced and healthy diet, and because it'll rot our teeth, and because…" and here Hermione noticed that her friends were ignoring her and already digging into the ice box.
"I call the strawberry ice cream," Ginny called out.
"Damn!" Ron and Harry both cursed.
Hermione sighed. Oh well. When in Rome…
''''''''''''''''''
They had just put the "food" on the table when a loud noise was heard in the parlour.
A loud noise followed by, "Harry, I'm here! Where the hell are you?"
"Draco!" Harry said happily, abandoning the treacle tart. He dashed out of the kitchen. Ron rolled his eyes when he heard the commotion just out in the hall.
"Mmmm, I missed you…" Loud kissing noise.
"Mmm, missed you more…" Even louder kissing noise, followed by some groping noise.
"Nah-ah," kiss kiss grope grope "I missed you more…"
"That," Ron said, looking pained, "is the most disgusting thing I've ever heard. Don't you think?" he said, turning to the two girls standing next to him for support.
To his horror, they were nearly salivating.
Draco's room was silent but for the loud panting of the two boys. Finally, Draco spoke.
"You're very heavy," he informed Harry, who was still sprawled directly on top of him.
"Suck it up," was Harry only reponse. He didn't so much as budge. Draco sighed and wriggled a bit under him.
"Harry," he whined. "You're squashing me."
"Good. I ought to do a lot more than squash you. Vicious little brat."
"There's no need to call names," Draco said haughtily. At that, Harry propped himself up on his elbows and stared down at Draco.
"I'm going to get you back for that," he promised.
Draco patted his head. "Course you are."
Harry glared. "I mean it. You will be punished."
And I look forward to it, Draco thought to himself. Out loud he said, "Budge up, Harry. You're supposed to cuddle me now."
"Oh I am, am I?"
"Absolutely. Whoever bottomed gets to be cuddled and made much of afterwards by the top. It's the rules."
"What rules?" Harry asked, but he was moving off Draco. He kicked off his shoes and shucked his trousers before looking bemusedly at his shirt.
"My Quidditch shirt is ripped," he said, looking at the places where the ropes had shredded the shirt.
"Nothing a good Reparo won't fix. Though you could leave it ripped you know. Might be for the best really, seeing as Gryffindor clothes are so hideous."
"Didn't stop you from wearing them, I notice. Where'd you get my shirt?"
"Your trunk, obviously. I just couldn't resist exploiting my pervert boyfriend's latest kink."
"I'm the pervert boyfriend?" Harry said, pulling off his shirt. "You're the one with the apparent bondage fetish."
"Please," Draco scoffed, pulling off his own shirt. "You got off on it as much as I did."
"Did not," Harry muttered resentfully.
"Such a bad liar, Harry, really," Draco chided, as he slid under the covers and looked at Harry pointedly.
Harry took the hint and joined him under the blankets. He held open his arms and Draco slid into them. As soon as Draco's head of silky blonde hair was resting on his chest, Harry's hands began playing with it.
"Yeah well…you still like getting spanked. That makes you the pervert here, not me," Harry said, running his fingers through baby soft strands of hair.
"Maybe," Draco agreed, already beginning to melt under Harry's touch. "Speaking of spanking, wouldn't that be a great way to get me back for this? I'd really learn my lesson about being a naughty cocktease if you turned me over your knee."
"I'll keep that in mind," Harry said with amusement. "Though I rather think you might enjoy it too much."
"Rubbish, Potter." Draco shifted so that he was lying fully on top of Harry. "Naptime?"
"All we've done all week is shag and sleep," Harry pointed out, even as he let his eyes flutter shut.
"Problem?" Draco asked, nuzzling into Harry's neck.
"Nope," Harry replied. He sighed with contentment and cuddled Draco closer. After a few moments, Harry yawned.
"I liked you in a Gryffindor t-shirt, it was hot," he said sleepily. "I'll be sure to wear a Slytherin t-shirt at your next match."
Draco, who'd been nearly asleep, was suddenly wide-awake. "Wait, what? You in Slytherin clothes? Are you serious?"
"Mmm-hmm," Harry murmured. "Go Go Slytherin."
"Harry, that's so hot. Screw the nap. Go put my Slytherin uniform on right now, would you? You'd look edible in Slytherin clothes. Come on Harry, I want you again. Please? Harry? You can't be asleep! Go Go Slytherin, remember? Harry? Harry! Damn you, Potter!"
"Enough!" Harry said. "Ron, don't be mean to Draco anymore. He's my boyfriend and it pisses me off when people upset him. And Draco…"
Draco gave Harry a pair of big, sad puppy dog eyes and Harry was momentarily flustered. Ron and Hermione cleared their throats expectantly.
Harry jumped slightly. "Right," he said, "Draco, you behave yourself and don't give Ron any of your bad attitude."
"I don't have a bad attitude," Draco said indignantly.
"You do," Harry said sternly. "It wouldn't kill you to be more polite to Ron."
Now Draco's dirty look was turned on Harry, and he pointedly slid off Harry's lap. "I am always unfailingly polite," he said snottily. "I can't help it if Weasley didn't learn any manners in that hovel he was raised in."
"Draco!" Harry snapped. "That was really rude. You should apologize to Ron."
"No," Draco sneered, standing up. "A Malfoy would never lower himself to apologize to a Weasley."
Three faces at the Gryffindor table darkened at this, and Draco belatedly realized how cruel and snobby he was being.
Still, he had his pride, so instead of apologizing he stuck his nose in the air.
"I'm leaving," he said pointedly.
"Good," Harry shot back. "I don't want to be anywhere near you if you're going to act like this."
That really stung. Draco's eyes widened slightly, but he quickly narrowed them.
"Don't think you can guilt-trip me into apologizing, Potter," he warned.
"I'm not trying to guilt-trip you. I'm stating a fact," Harry said, annoyance clear in his voice. "I don't care what our relationship is; you don't get to treat my friends like dirt. So go. And if you ever feel like apologizing, you can find me in Gryffindor tower."
"You're bluffing. You'll come running back to me first," Draco predicted. "Groveling and begging and apologizing."
"Try me, Malfoy," was Harry's only response, and Draco finally stormed off to his room.
'''''''''''''
"Harry, Harry, I'm sorry, please don't be mad at me anymore," Draco sobbed into Harry's shoulder two hours later in the Gryffindor common room.
Harry rubbed his back soothingly. "Shh, I know baby, its okay."
"No, I was really rude to Weasley and it upset you and I feel so bad…"
"What's with you tonight?" Ron enquired of Draco later that evening at the Gryffindor dinner table. "You're so…squirmy."
Draco gave Ron an irritated look through his blonde fringe even as he wriggled uncomfortably on the bench.
"I just never realized how bloody hard the benches at your fucking table were," he said haughtily.
"Suck it up," Harry muttered, swallowing the last of his steak.
Draco turned to Harry, all big sad grey eyes and honeyed voice.
"But Harry, it really hurts," he said plaintively. "Don't you think you could maybe…kiss it better?" he asked, lowering his voice seductively.
Harry stared. "But we just…not half an hour ago…in that empty classroom…" He dropped his voice to a heated whispered so Ron and Hermione couldn't hear. "You wanted to be spanked and then you wanted to be shagged! Twice! And we did! Aren't you tired?"
"Not a bit." Draco made no effort to keep his voice down at all, and every nearby Gryffindor heard him. "I get so turned on when you spank me; just talking about it has me all hot and bothered again. I want a rim job then another blow job and then I want to ride your cock until I can't walk anymore."
"Oh my God," said Harry.
"Bloody hell," said Ron.
"Holy shit," said Dean.
"Good Lord," said Neville.
"Saints in Heaven," said Seamus.
"Can I watch?" asked Hermione.
"You are so amazing." Draco heard Harry rolling onto his side, and felt Harry's hand come to rest on his back. "I'm so lucky to have you. You're so - Draco? Draco, love, why are you shaking?" Harry finished anxiously.
Draco gave into temptation and tucked his head under a pillow to hide from Harry. "M'not shaking," he protested, voice muffled.
"Yes you are," Harry said, wrapping himself around Draco's trembling body. "Are you okay? Are you cold?"
Draco shook his head, though Harry couldn't see it under the pillow. "No. Not cold."
"Then why…oh Draco, is it…were you…I mean, was that too much?" Harry asked, arms sliding around Draco's rib cage and clutching him tightly. "Did I hurt you?"
There was a pause while Draco still held himself slightly rigid in Harry's arms. "No," he finally said, hands coming up to pull the pillow even more tightly over his head.
"Did I…did I scare you?" Harry asked hesitantly, planting kisses on Draco's shoulders.
Draco didn't answer.
Harry immediately sensed that he'd struck home. "I did, didn't I? I was too dominating. Oh baby, I am so sorry," he said contritely. "Come here." He began tugging at the pillow covering Draco's head.
"No," Draco replied petulantly. He was now felt embarrassed as well as vulnerable, and clutched the pillow even more tightly to his head. "Go away."
"Draco please, I thought you wanted that. I never would have done it if I'd known I'd scare you."
"I wasn't scared," Draco lied, scooting away from Harry on the bed. "It was just…different."
"Different in a scary way?" Harry said, a little too astutely. Draco finally ripped the pillow from his head and sat up to glare harshly at Harry.
"I wasn't scared," he snapped, trying to sound scary himself but forgetting that his sex-mussed hair and still trembling body weren't going to scare anyone.
Harry reached out and snagged his wrist, and then suddenly Draco found himself tugged against a warm chest and wrapped up in strong arms.
"Poor baby," Harry said, covering Draco's face with a flurry of kisses.
Draco seethed at him. "Don't call me baby, Potter. I'm not a baby. And I wasn't scared."
He made no move to pull away, though, letting Harry hold him close and continue to kiss him.
"Course you weren't scared," Harry said soothingly. He moved to kiss Draco's hair, and Draco tucked his face into Harry's neck.
"That's right. Not scared. I'm the big, dark magical creature here. I'm the scary one."
"You're very scary," Harry agreed. "You scare me all the time."
"Yes I do. Because I'm scary."
'Right. You're scary."
"Yes. I'm scary. Not you, Potter."
"Nope," Harry confirmed cheerfully, now stroking Draco's hair with one hand. "I'm not scary at all."
Draco snuggled ever closer, his body relaxing in Harry's arms. Harry reached down and pulled the covers up over them to keep them warm.
They lay quietly together for a couple moments, before Harry planted another kiss on his head.
"I won't do it again," he promised, and Draco could feel Harry's voice rumbling in his chest. The blonde stayed silent for a moment before slowly lifting his head.
"You can do it again if you want to," he said shyly. Harry regarded him seriously for a moment before reaching up and tenderly brushing a piece of hair out of Draco's face.
"No, it scared…um…me too much," he said softly. "I won't do it anymore."
Draco chewed his lip for a moment. "Are you sure it scared you?" he finally said. "I mean, maybe it really just made you a little more vulnerable than you're used to. But maybe that's okay. Maybe you kind of liked it too. Maybe it kind of turned you on and got you really hot but was just a little…you know…"
"Scary?"
Draco blushed. "Shut up," he mumbled, scooting back down to curl up on his side and bury his face against Harry's chest.
Harry laughed. "God, you're so cute," he said affectionately, covering Draco's head with even more kisses. "I can't get enough of you."
"Shut up, Potter, and don't call me cute," Draco said imperiously.
"But you are. You're my cute little baby vee -"
And before Harry could finish his sentence Draco pounced, pushing Harry onto his back and locking his lips over Harry's in a deep kiss.
"I'll show you who the baby is here," Draco growled in a mock-threat, and he and Harry showed each other at least three more times before finally falling asleep for the night.
"Darlings!" Narcissa cut in. "Really. Now we've made quite a racket, and someone is sure to come running any moment now."
"You're right," Lucius said instantly. "We need a plan."
"We could run through the Manor on a brilliant crusade, slaying the forces of Darkness and bringing peace to the world," Draco suggested.
His parents stared at him.
"I was kidding," Draco stressed. "Let's save our own gorgeous arses and get the hell out of here."
Lucius put a hand over his heart. "You really scared me for a moment, son. I thought you were turning into some kind of Gryffindor."
"Daddy, please," Draco said, shuddering. "Don't say things like that. I may be shagging Harry Potter but I certainly don't have any Gryffindor in me."