Harry Potter and the Love of the Dragon

A/N: (12.20am on 10th November - * yawn *)

(YOU MIGHT WANNA SKIP THIS AUTHOR'S NOTE IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ

ANYTHING ABOUT THE FILM HARRY POTTER AND THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS,

ALTHOUGH I'LL TRY NOT TO GIVE ANYTHING AWAY. IT'S REALLY GOOD BY THE

WAY!!!)

OH. MY. GOD. I just came back from the cinema after watching a preview of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (full length and everything, just shown before it's officially released). It is SSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOO good. Just...like, wow!! ( I wore my Gryffindor scarf. I got my gran to knit me 2 scarfs - a Gryffindor one and a Slytherin one. They're really cool and, like, over 6 foot long with huge tassels. And, sorry, but no she doesn't take orders.) It started at 9pm (on the 9th) and the adverts finished at 9.20. The film finished at 11.50 so that's like...hold on, it's late so It'll take a while for my maths brain to get going...it was 2 hours 30 minutes long. Flamin' Noras!!! (ode to my mate Laura). If the 2nd film is 2 and a half hours long, how long will the fourth last?!?!?! Maybe it'll be shown in instalments or something else we'll all get them blood clot thingies like on a plane. Like I said, it's late and I can't think what the condition's called. But anyhoo, the film was wicked!! I was a bit anxious before I went as to whether or not Tom Felton would have hit puberty or if he would have been left behind as Daniel and Rupert were pretty early. But, as it turns out, he did (he is 15 after all, so he should have anyway). He's taller than Daniel and Rupert and he is, like, gorgeous. His dad's hair's a bit dodgy - he looks a bit like a wannabe Legolas (from LOTR incase you're not a fan). But, back to the lovely Tom. Is it pervy to think of him like that? But he is so fit now - he's grown up

since the last film and has just got the smouldering thing goin' on perfectly. He would be the year below me at school (?) but he's right at the top of that year (he's year 10, I'm year 11). I'm kinda in the middle of my year. I spose it's not really pervy, plus he does look older than he is. He wasn't in it a huge amount though which was a bummer. Though he does get a whole scene with Crabbe/Harry and Goyle/Ron in the Slytherin dungeons. (I'm not sure of the order - maybe it should be Goyle/Harry and Crabbe/Ron, I dunno). Sean Biggerstaff makes a couple of appearances too, but not much really. Lockhart did a good job - I was apprehensive when I saw the pictures and trailers but he plays his part brilliantly. Moaning Myrtle is great too and Arthur Weasley is perfect. Ron has his trademark sarcastic, funny moments. There are loads all through the film, and whenever they happened the whole cinema cracked up, it was wicked. There weren't many kids there as it was the 9pm showing which was good because all the right jokes got laughed at, although I do love seeing the little kids' faces after the films. Praps I'll see it again some time. And guess what I ate during the film!!! Apart from popcorn that is. I had a Chocolate Frog, lol - I don't know if you get them in America. I also took a bar of Honeydukes' Best Chocolate but I was too full of popcorn and frog by then so I didn't eat it. The other day I tried some Fizzing Whizbees - they're ok, I like the yellow and green best. Also, Acid

Pops are yummy and the Sherbert Lemons are scrumptious. Every Flavour Beans are good too, but I don't really like jelly beans, let alone tomato flavoured ones. I reckon they'll have something like Levitating Sherbert Balls or Cockroach Cluster next. Anyway, I digress. I loved the film so much. It's way way better than the Philosopher's Stone, although that was good too. Only problem is that I haven't got it to look forward to anymore ?. I wanna see it again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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'He's so cute when he blushes.'

Harry jumped. "What's that supposed to mean?" demanded Harry.

"What?"

"What you just said." It was like an encore of the conversation from the Astronomy Tower,

but with the roles reversed.

"What did I say?"

"You said that I was...erm...cute," Harry blushed darker.

"I never said that," Draco insisted, grinning flirtatiously.

"I heard you," Harry frowned.

'And when he frowns.'

"Stop it," snapped Harry.

"Stop what?"

Harry sighed dramatically and climbed warily out of bed. The healing salve had begun to take

effect and his head felt practically normal again. He turned towards the window. "Crap. It looks like

we were out cold all night." He gestured towards the morning sun pointing it out to Malfoy who was

standing next to him.

"Do you know what that means Potter?"

"No, what?"

"We missed our rendezvous last night."

'I was looking forward to that too,' thought Harry regretfully.

"So was I."

"So were you what?"

Malfoy turned towards Harry and looked pointedly into his eyes. "Looking forward to it." He lightly brushed his lips against Harry's own. Harry immediately responded, and relaxed into the kiss, teasing Draco with his tongue. Harry shivered slightly as they broke apart.

"What's happened to you Malfoy?" asked Harry hesitantly. Malfoy retreated to his bed and sat gracefully, gesturing for Harry to do the same.

"What do you mean?"

"You aren't as unpleasant as you used to be," Harry clarified, sitting on the end of his own

bed. "I don't think you've insulted me or my friends once this term."

"You noticed that then?"

"I don't think Ron or Herm did. They're a bit wrapped up in their own...well, they have more

important things occupying their thoughts."

"Well..." Malfoy hesitated. "Let's just say I had a revelation." It was clear to Harry that

Malfoy didn't want to tell him what had happened, and Harry did not want to push it in case Malfoy

reverted to his old, spiteful self. He liked this new improved version. In fact, it could be said that

Harry wanted to get to know it better. Harry's thoughts were interrupted by a sharp knock on the door. It opened slowly and the Headmaster walked in.

"Hello boys," he greeted amicably. "Feeling better?"

Harry pressed the place on the back of his head where the lump had been. "Much better Professor," Harry told him.

"Yes thank you sir," Draco input.

"I suppose you are wondering what happened last night at the duelling club." Harry and Draco nodded. "Well, it's quite complex really," Professor Dumbledore began. "The join between your wands was caused by something similar to that between yours and Voldemort's, Harry. Only, instead of your wand cores being a perfect match, I understand that it was your own personal cores that matched."

"Our cores?"

"Yes. The two of you share a magical bond. Every wizard has a perfect partner who they

share their magical essence with. However, the two rarely meet so this is a rare gift that you possess. I understand that Arthur and Molly Weasley are such a match, as were your parents Harry."

"What does it mean?" Harry asked. He knew that he should feel disgusted by the information regarding him and Draco, but he could not manage to arouse any feeling other than the one that had been hovering with him ever since his birthday - lust - only now it was stronger than ever.

"Well, there are many different ways that this bond can surface. In a few cases, the two can share thoughts and feelings - telepathy if you like, although this is a very rare example. In all cases, the partners will be able to share their magical power. The total power is greater than the sum of the two halves. Your knowledge of spells or other things could be shared. These skills will surface slowly, however, so don't expect too much too soon."

Harry released the breath he hadn't realised that he had been holding. This was a lot to take in.

"So, I think that clears everything up nicely," Dumbledore concluded lightheartedly, clapping his hands together.

"How do you know all this sir?" asked Malfoy pleasantly.

"Oh, I've come across this type of thing before now," the Headmaster shrugged. "It always occurs around the couple's sixteenth birthday; I understand both of you turned sixteen over the holidays, is that correct?"

"Yes sir."

"You can leave the Hospital Wing and return to your dormitories as soon as you feel like it. I think Madame Pomfrey will agree that you're both well enough." Dumbledore quietly left the room and Harry listened to his footsteps retreat.

"Wow," Draco commented. "That explains a lot."

"It does?"

"Well, hell yeah! Those dreams I've been having. I expect you have too."

"Mmm." Harry was still considering everything that the Headmaster had just told them. "You know what he said...about telepathy?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Well, I wonder if we can do that." Harry felt completely at ease in Draco's company, and wasn't at all compelled to insult him or beat him up as he would have done the previous year.

"It would clear some stuff up, wouldn't it?" Draco moved across the room and sat back down next to Harry. "Shall we try it?"

"OK. What number am I thinking of?"

'1376'

"1376," Draco answered immediately. "Now it's my turn."

'Harry Potter has beautiful eyes.'

"Oh, thanks Draco," Harry kissed him lightly. Everything Harry had ever known had changed

and he hoped that it would stay that way.

"It's true you know," Draco smiled shyly. "You shouldn't hide them behind those glasses."

"I did think of getting contacts but I couldn't get away from the Dursleys'."

"We should get going," Draco grimaced. "Crabbe and Goyle will be wondering where I am."

"I thought they were your friends." Harry was confused.

"They were...they think they still are but I'm not so sure. Of course, I still act like they are for appearance's sake but...I don't know. I'm not the same person as I was last year. They're all set to become Death Eaters after they leave Hogwarts next year and I...I just don't agree with their morals any more."

Harry laughed as he retrieved his clothes that had been placed by the door. "Since when does Draco Malfoy have morals?"

Draco frowned. "Since I saw what my father's perverse ones can do." Harry felt a wave of anger and fear from Malfoy - he assumed that it was because of their link - and Harry paled.

"Wow, I mean, I'm sorry." Harry stuttered. "It seems...intense."

"That's one way of putting it," Draco looked upset.

"Do you wanna talk about it? It might help you know. After I told my friends what happened between Voldemort and I that night that Cedric died I felt a little better."

"OK, you should sit down." Harry sat back down right next to Draco and placed his hand comfortingly on the blonde's shoulder. "He kidnapped this Muggle-born witch. She was attractive - long, auburn hair, big blue eyes - I mean, I would have thought so had I been that way inclined. Which I'm not by the way." He smiled faintly at Harry. "She was chained in the dungeon for days. On my birthday he took me down there. She was half-starved, her eyes were swollen with days of constant tears, she had welts and bruises covering most of her naked body. Inflicted by my father I might add. He told me 'now you are sixteen, you are old enough to witness the power you can yield.' Then he...he..." Draco started sobbing quietly and Harry pulled him into a warm embrace. Harry felt a fresh wave of fear flood across the link and could hypothesize what Draco would say next. "He killed her. Not quickly or painlessly with Avada Kadavra. No, he used curse after curse, Cruciatus and other forms of the same thing. Until, finally, her body could take no more pain and she died. Her body hung loosely from the chains on the wall and her eyes were wide open like glass." Draco released himself from Harry's arms and looked deep into the emerald orbs. "I swore there and then that I would have nothing to do with my father's cause. Before, when I said that stuff to Granger and Weasley? I didn't mean it; they were just words. I worshipped my father; I did everything he ever told me to. Now I know just how wrong I was."

Harry wiped the tears from Draco's face and hastily blinked away the unshed ones that had formed in his own eyes. "That's why you were so quiet on the train before," he whispered softly.

"My father doesn't know how I feel though," Draco added. "He still thinks that I'm desperate to join You-Know-Who when I finish my N.E.W.T.s. That's why I still hang with Crabbe and Goyle. You know," he paused thoughtfully. "Even after five years of this friendship we have, I have never called them by their first names."

Harry hugged Malfoy again. "I'll just go get changed." He swept into the bathroom and returned a few moments later fully clothed.

"You have terrible fashion sense," grinned Malfoy cheekily. He had perked up again since telling Harry his sob story, and clearly felt more relaxed than he had in weeks.

"Tell me about it. I never go anywhere to buy stuff so I just have to modify the hand-me-downs from Dudley so they fit." Harry smiled sheepishly. "I'd never even thought about it before."

"I suppose my own impeccable taste must be shared along this link thingy. Who would have guessed?" commented Draco sarcastically.

"Don't push your luck Draco," Harry laughed.

Draco picked up his own clothes and changed in the bathroom. "Harry?" he asked on his return.

"Yeah?"

"I think we should keep this...thing we have..."

"We should keep our relationship a secret? My thoughts exactly. Imagine Ron's face if I told him." Harry grimaced and formed a mental image in his mind. He tried experimentally to push it towards Draco who promptly burst into fits of giggles, proving that Harry had been successful.

"I just think it would be safer. Whatever would my father say if he heard that the Boy Who Is A Big Pain In His Arse was his heir's boyfriend?"

"Boyfriend?" Harry smiled coyly at Draco.

Draco grasped Harry's hands with both of his own and staredd deep into his eyes. "Harry Potter, will you do me the honour of being my boyfriend?"

"I most certainly will!" Harry kissed Draco firmly and wrapped his arms around the other boy's waist, and the two spent the next few minutes memorising the contours of each other's mouths.

"We really should go," commented Draco miserably.

"I suppose so," Harry reluctantly agreed, and they kissed one last time before leaving the hospital wing and heading towards their respective house common rooms alone.

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