Harry Potter and the Love of the Dragon

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Harry woke next morning at his usual time despite the late night. The two bodies were draped haphazardly over one another and Harry's head was resting on Draco's pale, bare chest. He removed his arm from around Draco's waist and carefully brushed a lock of blonde hair off the other boy's forehead. Draco's mouth subconsciously formed a small smile and his body shifted slightly. Harry lay quietly and watched the blonde sleep quietly. He looked so relaxed and peaceful that Harry was reluctant to awake him.

"Draco?" Harry whispered into his ear. He left a trail of kisses across his boyfriend's cheek and gently kissed Draco's unresponsive lips. After a few seconds, Draco's lips complied by opening slightly to allow Harry's tongue passage into his mouth and he gently kissed Harry back, wrapping his arms tenderly around Harry's neck. A surprised gasp escaped Harry but was quickly replaced by a soft moan.

"I could get used to waking like this," Draco murmured. A ringing interrupted their early morning make out session and Harry groaned slightly as he pulled away.

"It must be seven thirty," he sighed.

"I should go," Draco said grudgingly. "I need to get back to my dorm and shower." He gave Harry the once over and his gaze paused briefly as it passed over Harry's skin-tight boxers. "And you need to clean your teeth. You have morning breath."

"Hey!" Harry slapped Draco playfully on the arm. He crawled over to the other end of the bed and threw the pile of clothes to Draco. Draco picked out his garments and pulled them on.. "You'll have to put on the cloak again."

"Sure." Draco picked it out of the bundle and shook it out. "Finite Incantatem." He flicked his wand at the curtains, removing the charms he had applied the night before. Harry reached out to find his dressing gown, undrew the drapes, grabbed his towel from the chair where he had left it and picked up his toothbrush from the bedside table. Neville was emptying his trunk onto his unmade bed in search of his misplaced tie and the other boys were squinting in the bright morning light, trying to bring themselves to get out of bed.

'You there Draco?' Harry thought at him.

'I'm ready,' he replied. Harry opened the door and held it open for the invisible Draco, closing it behind them. 'See you later Harry,' Draco thought, and Harry heard his soft footsteps retreat down the corridor into the empty common room. Harry spun on his heel and, a huge grin adorning his face, headed for the showers.

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Half an hour later, Harry bounded into the common room where Hermione and Ron were waiting for him, humming 'If You're Happy and You Know It Clap Your Hands' to himself. He gave Hermione a huge hug, almost crushing a rib or too, and repeated the action to Ron.

"Harry...you're...ow..." Ron choked out. Harry released him and grinned, and Ron simply coughed and gave him an immensely confused and startled look.

"Good morning!" sang Harry. "Man, I'm hungry. Shall we go to breakfast?" He looked from Ron's shocked face to Hermione's equally stunned expression. "What?" he asked.

"What happened to you?" Hermione asked. "You look tired but...you..."

"But I what?"

"What she's trying to say is that yesterday you went to bed all upset - heaven knows why 'cos I wouldn't have been - and now you're all cheerful again."

"Oh. Well, lets just say I had a good night's...erm, sleep." In the corridor outside the Great Hall a group of Ravenclaw girls stopped in their tracks and stared at Harry in much the same manner as the Gryffindors had the night before.

"Hiya!" he called over to them cheerfully, and waved whole-heartedly. Each one of them was gob-smacked at his response, but Harry just beamed. "What?" he asked Ron who was staring at him as if he had gone completely round the twist.

On entering the Great Hall, all heads turned towards the door. A couple of people dropped their water goblets spilling pumpkin juice over the tables and there was a loud clang of metal-on-metal as numerous students lost control of their cutlery. All mouths were gaping open, all eyes were tuned on Harry and all minds were thinking the same thing. Harry smiled and shook his head, a faint giggle playing on his lips. "This is just too weird," he chuckled quietly to Ron and Hermione. They both rolled their eyes in synchronised response and followed Harry over to the centre of the Gryffindor table. Harry waved at a couple of people who practically fainted in response and sat down at the Gryffindor table directly facing Draco. He glanced over at the Slytherin table and Draco caught his eye, big silver orbs glittering in amusement.

"I see you got over the 'everyone hates me' stage," observed Hermione.

"Yup," confirmed Harry cheerfully. "Someone eventually helped me see reason last night. They also told me something rather amusing about a certain classmate of ours," he added.

"What?" asked Ron. He was always dying to hear any gossip he could get his hands on.

"Ah, now that would be telling," teased Harry. "No, seriously though, I can't tell you.

"Why not?"

"I just can't. So, how's that extra credit for Flitwick coming on?" He quickly flicked his gaze around the hall and noticed that everyone had returned to their breakfasts. He subtly looked further down the Gryffindor table and caught Seamus staring at him.

'Look at Seamus,' Harry thought at Draco.

'Well, what did I tell you?'

Harry thought back to the previous night's activities and pushed the memory towards Draco.

'I was thinking the same thing,' he replied.

Harry yawned hugely and stretched. "Tired Harry?" joked Hermione.

"Just a little," he replied.

"How can you be tired?" asked Ron, bemused. "You went to bed at nine o'clock."

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The rest of the day passed extremely slowly. Harry attended all his classes - Divination, Transfiguration, Charms and Medical Magic - but unfortunately not one of them contained a certain blonde distraction. Harry found himself curiously longing for a History of Magic lesson, despite how dull they always proved to be, because this year they shared the lesson with the Slytherins. On top of the dreadfully long day, Harry received masses of homework from each lesson and traipsed up to Gryffindor tower after classes to get stuck in. He changed out of his school uniform and carried a huge pile of books and parchment down to the common room, Draco the snake wrapped around his neck. On entering, the whole room went quiet again but he just tutted and rolled his eyes, retreating to the far corner of the room once more. He could see that this routine would get stale rather quickly. Ron and Hermione joined him shortly and dropped their own textbooks onto the table he was working at.

"I can't believe they expect this all to be handed in tomorrow," Ron complained. Harry looked up from the introduction of his Charms essay and smiled faintly at Ron.

"I know what you mean," he agreed. "I haven't finished the Potions write up that Snape set last week yet either." Harry bent back over his parchment and had just put his quill to the page when he was interrupted by a large silver-grey owl landing on his arm. He untied the note from the owl's ankle and it flew straight back through the open window and into the night sky.

"Is it from Padfoot?" Hermione asked.

Harry opened the letter and glanced at the script. "No, it's not," he replied, reading the message to himself.

Harry,

I have so much homework due tomorrow; I don't think I'll be able

to see you tonight. Can we can see each other tomorrow

night? Yours, D.

Harry smiled and folded the letter carefully, tucking it into his trouser pocket. He had been wondering how to tell Draco the same thing but couldn't bring himself to just think it to him. It seemed, though, that great minds really did think alike.

"Who's it from then?" asked Ron curiously, grateful for the distraction.

"Oh, no one," Harry lied unconvincingly. Ron and Hermione exchanged looks, which Harry chose to ignore. Instead, he just grinned sweetly and continued with his homework.

"I knew you liked him," snake-Draco hissed in his ear.

"Yes, so you keep reminding me."

"Told you that you were gay."

"I know."

"You didn't believe me though did you?"

"I was in denial," Harry insisted. "How did you know that anyway?"

"Ah, I'm just amazing." The similarities between Harry's two Dracos were uncanny.

"Harry, stop it," Ron interrupted. "You don't know how creepy that is. Listening to you argue with a snake is just too weird for words."

"Sorry." Harry ignored the hissing and after a few minutes of one-sided arguing, Draco gave up trying and finally shut up.

"Thank the Lord," mumbled Ron under his breath.

Harry trudged up to his dorm at eleven that night, his eyelids drooping heavily. Two late nights in a row was clearly taking their toll on him. He tugged off his clothes and summoned just enough energy to fold them carefully before collapsing onto his bed. Harry was fast asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

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The next morning, Harry awoke later than usual but full of beans once again. He practically skipped down to breakfast with Ron and Hermione, and took his seat at the house table, ignoring the stares he was attracting. Unfortunately Draco seemed to have finished breakfast, as he was absent from the Slytherin table. Harry helped himself to a bacon sandwich and wolfed it down as if he had not eaten in weeks.

"You'll get indigestion," warned the ever-protective Hermione. Harry just grinned innocently at her and poured himself a fresh goblet of pumpkin juice.

"Why are you so happy?" asked Ron. "Do you know what lesson we have in ten minutes?" He scowled at the thought.

Harry forced his features into a similar expression; if truth were told he was looking forward to the lesson. It was almost sixteen hours since he had last set eyes on his boyfriend and he was beginning to suffer withdrawal symptoms.

"Oh, mail's here," announced Ron. Pig flew into the his owner's palm bearing a copy of the Daily Prophet, and an anonymous owl swept gracefully overhead dropping an envelope onto Harry's lap. Harry picked it up and extracted the parchment letter from inside.

"What is it this time?" asked Hermione. "Or is it a secret?"

"No, it's not a secret." Harry shrugged and handed the letter to Hermione.

"Dear Harry. Please come to my office at 1 o'clock this afternoon. Sincerely, Professor Dumbledore," she read aloud. "Oh."

"What do you think he wants?" Ron wondered aloud.

"Haven't a clue," shrugged Harry vaguely. Truthfully, he was pretty certain what Dumbledore wanted to talk to him about but he wasn't about to admit that to Ron just yet - he was still getting used to the idea himself. "Shall we go to class?" he suggested. "We should get seats at the back so Binns can't see us sleeping."