Harry Potter and the Love of the Dragon

A/N: At the mo - like, right now - I'm watching Tom Felton on The Saturday Show Remix. Scrumbly!! A minute ago Crabbe and Goyle (Joshua Herdman and Jamie Waylett) were there too but that bit finished. I only turned it on then...I wish I'd known they were on yesterday 'cos I would have videoed it. * sigh *. He has normal hair though, but he does still look *fine*. Oh crap, he's gone. :'-( * sob *, lol. Now he's dancing along with a singing giant hamster and a furry duck holding a big fake ham next to Dannii Minogue. Yep, as in, a joint of ham. Seriously, I promise I'm not making this up. Hmm...I think that's it now. The show finishes in 10 minutes and Atomic Kitten are screeching away at that new song, The Last Goodbye. And now Robbie Williams' video, Feel is on. Then I think they're gonna play Enrique Iglesias' after. See, there he goes. His song's called Maybe. Guess who's singin' now. No, wrong, it's Sophie Ellis Bextor. I think this'll be the last item too. I wonder if Tom will be on SMTV:Live next week...hmm, I'll have to video it just in case. Heh heh. Yep, it's finished. Shat.

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Harry ran through the corridors of Hogwarts as fast as he could as if his tail was alight and burst through the huge front doors onto the castle grounds. He didn't stop running until he reached the Lake where he started pacing up and down, thoughts running through his mind at a rate of knots. This was another time when he could have made use of a Pensieve. He was considering everything that had happened since he woke that morning, and was so busy considering what Hermione had told him that he failed to notice the rain pelting down from the sky like bullets.

"Hey," he heard a voice ask tentatively. Two gloved hands gripped his shoulders firmly, forcing him to cease his pacing. "Harry, what's the matter?"

Harry merely sniffed in response.

The other person removed their gloves and cupped Harry's chin in their hands, forcing him to look up and into his companion's eyes. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's waist and buried his face deep into Draco's shoulder.

"What's the matter?" Draco repeated patiently.

Harry mumbled something incoherent into the Slytherin's bulky cloak. Draco awkwardly rubbed Harry's back with one hand and shivered slightly in the cold evening air. Thankfully it was so wet and cold that nobody was out taking a walk, even though it was ages before curfew.

"My God, Harry, you're soaking wet. What are you doing out here?" He was not wearing a cloak or even a jacket - only the shirt and trousers he had changed into earlier on. Harry allowed Draco to lead him into the castle and neglected to register where he was being taken until Draco muttered 'aftershave' under his breath and closed the door of the Prefects' bathroom behind him, locking it securely with a number of complex spells. Mercifully they had not met anyone on the way, and consequently their secret was still safe.

"OK Harry. What happened?"

Harry was shivering uncontrollably and the water from his hair was running down his face. His shirt had gone slightly see-through and was stuck to his torso. He sat on the ground with a thud and began searching his pockets.

"I left my wand behind," said Harry dejectedly.

"Here." Draco sat opposite Harry and pointed his own wand at him. "Reseco." Harry's clothes were immediately dry once more and his hair had returned to its usual messy state. Draco pointed the wand at himself and repeated the charm, resulting in the two of them being as dry as a bone.

"How did you find me?" Harry asked.

"I could just tell there was something wrong so I went to look for you. You interrupted an amusing bitch fight between Pansy and Millicent so I hope you have a good excuse."

Harry folded his arms defiantly and stared into Draco's concerned eyes. "Everyone hates me," he pouted. Draco frowned doubtfully. "No, I mean it. Everybody in Gryffindor hates me. Probably the rest of the school too."

"I don't," Draco whispered anxiously. "Why would anybody hate you?"

"I don't know," Harry said dolefully. "Maybe they decided that I'm no longer just the Heir of Slytherin but I'm the Heir of Voldemort too."

"Tell me exactly what happened."

"I went into the Common Room with Hermione and Ron after I got changed and everyone stopped what they were doing and just stared. We sat down and everyone just carried on staring at me. So I asked Ron and Herm what they were all looking at and they wouldn't tell me. So that means it must be bad because they normally tell me stuff when I ask and so I don't know what I did and..."

"Shh. Harry, you're waffling." Draco could feel all the emotions Harry was going through and was worried about him. "Are you sure you're not imagining it?"

"Sure I'm sure," Harry said miserably. The two of them sat in silence for a few minutes, Harry going through everything that he could have done wrong and Draco wondering how on earth he could make Harry feel better. "Hey, Draco, why don't I show you?"

"What do you mean show me?"

"Well, you could come into Gryffindor tower and see what you make of it all. I can fetch my Invisibility Cloak so that no one sees you. I mean, that is, if you want to."

"OK," Draco agreed. He was happy to do anything that might cheer up his boyfriend.

"Right. You stay here, I'll be right back."

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Five minutes later, Harry appeared back at the Prefects bathroom panting and shaking like a leaf. He fell into Draco's arms and gradually calmed down enough to speak.

"They did it again," he whimpered.

"They did what?"

"Everyone went quiet and just stared." Harry handed the cloak concealed beneath the jacket he had pulled on for that particular purpose to Draco. "Shall we go then?" He was desperate to get it over with and just wanted to hide in his bed forever.

"OK." Draco wrapped the Invisibility Cloak firmly around his body and looked into one of the full-length mirrors fixed to the wall. "Cool, I've never been invisible before," he commented. "Lets go."

Quickly, Harry led the way through the school passages, the Invisibility Cloak proving to be a useful precaution as he passed a number of teachers and students on the way.

"Are you still there?" Harry whispered, pausing around the corner from the portrait hole to check.

"Yes," the air Harry was staring at replied.

"OK, here goes." Harry marched around the corner, heading for the portrait hole. The Fat Lady did a double take on noticing Harry and peered at him silently. "Firebolt," he sighed. Reluctantly, the picture swung open and Harry gestured for Draco to enter the Common Room before him. Harry followed him through and closed the portrait hole behind him. Practically the whole house was still sat where they had been before, and everyone turned, silently watching Harry's every move.

'Stay here a minute,' Harry thought at Draco. He approached Ron and Hermione who were still playing chess in the corner of the room.

"Hey, guys? I'm going to bed, OK?"

"Sure Harry. See you in the morning," Hermione said absently. It was her move and Ron had her King in check.

"Night Harry," Ron added.

Harry walked hastily back over to where he knew Draco was waiting and led the way out of the room. On entering the 6^th year dormitory, Harry sat quietly on the edge of his bed and put his head in his hands. Draco pulled off the Invisibility Cloak and threw himself onto the bed, almost knocking Harry to the floor. He hauled Harry onto the bed and drew the curtains around the two of them.

"Cerado." Draco flicked his wand lazily at the drapes. "Sordo Callarsum." He noticed Harry's confused look. "Cerado fixes the curtains shut so they can only open from the inside. Sordo Callarsum forms a kind of bubble so that no one outside this bed can hear us but we can still hear them."

"Right." Harry collapsed onto his back and groaned. Draco giggled lightly and shook his head.

"It's not funny Draco," Harry said insisted. "Everyone hates me." At this, Draco's refined giggles ceased to exist, and instead he burst into peals of laughter, holding onto his stomach, eyes leaking tears of mirth.

"Nobody hates you, Harry," Draco managed to say in between the gulps of air he was taking in.

"So why do they stare at me like that? It's exactly like when I lost all those points in First Year and everyone refused to speak to me for weeks."

"They don't hate you, doofus, they fancy you."

Harry's eyes widened in disbelief. "Oh, ha ha. That's not funny."

"It's true. Why do you think their behaviour only started today? It's because you only wore your contacts today. And that outfit was by far the best we chose. You look gorgeous! Who wouldn't fancy you?!"

"I don't believe you," insisted Harry.

"Fine, believe what you will but it's the truth. The girls all want you and the boys want to be you," Draco grinned. "Actually, I think some of the boys wanted you as well as the girls - that Finnegan..."

"Seamus."

"That Seamus then. He was checking you out like he'd never set eyes on you before."

"Seamus isn't gay."

"Did he tell you that?" Draco asked beaming.

"No, but he didn't tell me otherwise either."

"What, and you have been completely honest with your dorm mates in regards to your sexuality then have you, because I know I haven't." Harry didn't say anything. He was still in shock and was reluctant to believe what Draco was telling him, although it did explain a lot. "Exactly," Draco clarified.

"What changed?" asked Harry.

Draco sighed over-dramatically. "You got contacts. You got new clothes. You grew up over the holidays. Put them all together and what do you get? And, most importantly, you are gorgeous through and through Harry. Just believe me, please? Everyone fancies the pants off you - literally."

"Including you?" Harry teased, cheering up with his boyfriend's well-chosen words.

"Including me."

"In that case, I'm all yours." Harry leant forwards on his knees and Draco mirrored his action, lips meeting firmly. Harry pressed his body against Draco's and wrapped his arms around the boy's slim waist. Still frantically kissing Harry, Draco moved his hands slowly down Harry's back. Harry slid his own hands to the front of Draco's waist and slowly, teasingly unfastened his trousers. In one quick movement, Draco pulled Harry's top over his head and Harry unbuttoned Draco's shirt, sliding it off his pale shoulders. In no time at all, two pairs shoes followed by two pairs of trousers joined the pile of clothing near the foot of the bed. Just as Draco was trailing soft kisses over Harry's collarbone, there was the distinct sound of footsteps outside the room.

"Are you sure no one can hear us?" asked Harry.

"Mmm hmm," Draco replied, lifting his head from Harry's toned torso to look into his eyes. "But they might be able to hear the bed creak." The two paused in the position they had accomplished - Harry lay on his back with Draco straddling his body - and waited as the door opened quietly.

"Looks like Harry's asleep," someone commented. It sounded as if Seamus was being his ever-observant self.

"Well shut up then," Harry heard Dean grumble. "Neville, why are you wearing my socks?!"

"Shhhhh," Ron commanded. It sounded like the whole dorm had come to bed.

Draco took hold of Harry's wrist and turned it so that he could see the watch that was still fastened there. "Whoa! Harry, you'll never guess what time it is."

"Oh, really?" Harry kissed Draco boldly and tickled the tip of his boyfriend's tongue with his own. "It's ten minutes past midnight," he announced triumphantly.

"How...oh, right. You cheater."

"Sore loser."

"Cheat."

"Sore..." Draco interrupted Harry's insult by reattaching his mouth to Harry's.

'...loser,' Harry finished in his head.

'Shut up and kiss me.' To this request, Harry was happy to oblige. Deeply engrossed in each other's mouths, Harry and Draco didn't fall asleep until long after the voices from outside their bed had been replaced by soft snores.