Rating:
R
House:
Riddikulus
Characters:
Draco Malfoy Harry Potter
Genres:
Romance Humor
Era:
Multiple Eras
Spoilers:
Philosopher's Stone Chamber of Secrets Prizoner of Azkaban Goblet of Fire Order of the Phoenix
Stats:
Published: 05/14/2004
Updated: 01/04/2005
Words: 114,843
Chapters: 29
Hits: 563,518

Dragon Tamer

jennavere

Story Summary:
Desperate to avoid an arranged marriage, Draco convinces Harry to pretend to be his boyfriend. What follows is an epic romantic comedy involving scheming, snogging, silliness, shagging, snarky boys, superstars, singing, shagging, snuggling, secrets, sex gods, shagging, and a bunny named Draco Lucius Malfoy the Third. HD SLASH (and how!).

Chapter 07

Chapter Summary:
Harry and Draco hang out in Gryffindor tower. There will be chess, more snogging, shirtless boys and Draco getting into trouble.
Posted:
06/28/2004
Hits:
18,773
Author's Note:
Another chapter, woo hoo! Okay, with every chapter that goes by we get closer and closer to Harry and Draco realizing the truth, which means we creep closer and closer to that "R" rating. Please take note: HARRY AND DRACO SLASH. Enjoy!


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Dragon Tamer

Chapter 7: In Gryffindor Tower

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It was a very peaceful scene in the Gryffindor common room, with most people caught up in the last bits of homework they hadn't finished yet that weekend. Harry and company had commandeered the couch and chairs in front of the fire. Ron and Dean were playing chess while Hermione leafed through a huge book, muttering to herself about ancient runes. Seamus was alternately working on a Care of Magical Creatures essay and casting longing glances at Harry. Harry and Draco were snuggled up together on the couch, Harry's head in Draco's lap. Harry was reading a chapter for Transfiguration while Draco (having finished his homework long ago) was reading ahead in his potions textbook. Draco was absently running his fingers through Harry's hair, who was secretly loving it and secretly very glad they had decided to act cuddly and affectionate as part of the whole "boyfriends" farce.

"Checkmate!" The triumphant shout came from Ron. Draco looked up with a start, but none of the Gryffindors so much as budged.

"Dammit. I thought I was so close, too." Dean heaved a big sigh. "Oh well. It's not like anyone ever beats you anyway, Ron."

Draco was very curious. "The Weasel here is good at chess?" Harry reached up and smacked his arm. "OW! Fine, Weasley. You don't have to beat me over it, you brute."

"Do you play, Malfoy?" Ron was always interested in acquiring new victims...er, competition.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. And I'm very good."

"Modest, too. Fancy a game? I'd love a chance to beat the amazing, chess-playing ferret."

"Watch your mouth, Weasley." Draco waited for Harry's response and got nothing. "Potter, what is this? I call him Weasel and you assault me, and he calls me ferret and you do nothing?"

Harry shrugged. "You started it." Ron gave him a victorious smirk, and in return Draco gave him an icy glare.

"Fine, Weasley, let's play. I'm going to beat the crap out of you and make you very sorry you started this." Draco got up from the couch, much to Harry's disappointment, and joined Ron and Dean on big squashy pillows on the floor.

"Much as I want to see you two take each other on, I just finished my essay. Do you have something we can all play?" Seamus was joining the group. Dean nodded his assent and looked thoughtful.

"I have some games up in my room."

"Ooooh, how about Monopoly?" Dean had brought several Muggle games back from home, complainihe got sick of Exploding Snap and Wizard's chess. Ron had taken a particular liking to Monopoly. Dean laughed and ran up to the room to get the game.

Draco looked skeptical. "What's Monopoly?"

Seamus answered. "It's a game, Malfoy, where you move around a board and buy houses and draw cards and other stuff."

"Gee, thanks, Finnigan, that cleared everything right up." Draco gave the Gryffindors a suspicious look. "Wizard or Muggle?"

"Muggle," said Dean, returning from the dormitory with the game in hand.

"Another Muggle game?" Draco was positively scandalized. "What the hell is wrong with you Gryffindors? No way. I already played one Muggle game today. I'm not playing another, or I might as well dye my hair red, have too many children and call myself a Weasley."

"Draco Malfoy, what did you just say?" Harry's voice rang out warningly from the couch where he was studying.

Busted. Draco winced and adopted a tone of voice that was overly cheery and just a little sarcastic. "Um, nothing Harry! I was just talking with your lovely friends here about this...game...we're going to play."

"I'm sure." Harry sounded a little skeptical. "You just play nice and behave yourself."

Ron, Dean, Seamus, and rmione from her spot on the chair were all smirking at Draco. Every single one of them, especially Ron, found it immensely entertaining to watch the snotty little brat catch hell from Harry. Draco glared back.

"Fine, someone tell me the bloody rules to this stupid game. I'm sure it's just absolutely loads of fun. Besides, I think this is going to be my new favorite thing in the world. Forget spells and broomsticks and magic, oh no, I'd rather be playing sodding Muggle games with the Gryffindors."

"Malfoy, I told you to behave. Don't make me come over there." Harry scolded, paging through one of his transfiguration textbooks. Draco shot him a dirty look and went into a sulk. Seamus eyed Harry with obvious interest.

"So, Harry, you still call Malfoy here by his surname sometimes?" Seamus was not bothering to hide the fact that he was blatantly checking out Harry.

"Only when he's in trouble." Harry responded, turning a page. Ron and Dean snickered, and Draco rolled his eyes, his cheeks slightly flushed.

Seamus grinned slyly. "Hey Harry," he said, in a low voice brimming with innuendo, "If I make some nasty comments about Muggle games, does that mean I'll get in trouble with you too? Because if that's the case, then Muggle games suck." Ron and Dean groaned at Seamus's obvious insinuation.

"Seamus, don't be silly, of course no - OH!" Harry blushed bright red as the flirtatious nature of the statement hit him. He quickly immersed himself back in his book as Seamus shot him a cheeky grin. Draco was livid.

"Finnagin, I promise you, if you don't stop flirting with my boyfriend you will most definitely be in trouble - with me. And I assure you that I am not fun to get in trouble with the way Harry is." Draco gave Seamus a very nasty look, and Seamus backed down with d apology.

"So anyway, about this godforsaken Muggle thing you blokes are calling a game," Draco said pointedly, turning to Dean.

"Ah, yes, right, well you see, we each select our pieces to start out with, and then - " Dean went on to explain the rules of Monopoly to the group, and soon a game was underway.

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Harry, due to Draco's earlier outburst at Seamus, was utterly distracted. He had already come to terms with the fact that he found Draco's possessive side disturbingly hot, even if it was faked. After about thirty minutes of trying to read his textbook and failing miserably, as he was unable to comprehend anything that wasn't blonde and Slytherin and currently laying on its stomach playing Monopoly, he gave up and joined the group.

Harry happily sprawled out practically on top of Draco, and ignored the slightly disgusted look Ron was giving him in favor of leaning in and nuzzling Draco's ear. "So who's winning?" he asked, taking the opportunity to kiss Draco on the cheek. Draco, who had been distracted when Harry came over, was now utterly frozen, as Harry's lips had started travelling from his cheek down his neck. Harry, meanwhile, was delighted by how soft and yummy-smelling Draco's neck was, and very pleased that Draco appeared to take this all in stride as part of "Harry the Affectionate Boyfriend" act.

Ron made a face. "Oh, for Merlin's sake, stop that Harry, it's gross." Harry stopped and both he and Draco scowled at Ron, who was quite impressed. If he hadn't known the truth, he would have been utterly convinced that they were really, truly dying to shag each other. "And if you must know, Malfoy's winning, the bastard."

"Well, of course I'm winning! This is a game about acquiring a good deal of money and property, something at which a Malfoy naturally excels. And the Weasel, here, of course, is losing, because acquiring money is something at which a Weasley naturally fails." Draco was irritated with Ron for interrupting Harry'sand the words left his mouth before he really thought them through. He had just enough time to register the thought that Harry was probably going to be pissed with him when he found his arms pinned behind his back and felt a hard smack on his ass.

"Ow! Take your hands off me, you beast!" Draco was having horrible flashbacks of the incident in the Great Hall. "Let me go!" Draco commanded, but his imperious tone of voice and valiant struggles were all in vain. Harry had no intention of letting him go anywhere.

"Draco Malfoy, you're in big trouble. Apologize to Ron!" Yeah, Harry was pissed. Ron, Dean and Seamus grinned and sat back to enjoy the show.

"NO!" Harry smacked him again. "Ow, Harry!"

"Yes! You owe Ron a huge apology."

Draco summoned up all the dignity he could muster from his position pinned to the floor and stated haughtily, "Malfoys don't apologize."

Harry smacked him hard, and Draco let out a very undignified squeak. "My Malfoy apologizes. Furthermore, if you don't apologize right now, I'm going to drag you across my knee in front of everyone here in the common room and make you apologize."

Draco blanched and glared at Harry. "You wouldn't dare."

Harry looked at him severely. "Of course I would. You want to act like a bratty little kid then I'll treat you like one. Now this is your last chance. Apologize."

"Don't I even get the lecture about this hurting you more than it hurts me?"

That just earned him another smack, and Draco yelped. "No. This doesn't hurt me at all. But fine, Malfoy, have it your way." He began to pull the struggling blonde across his lap, to the immense delight of the other Gryffindors.

"Harry, wait - I'll apologize, I'll apologize!!" As much as Draco did not want to apologize to Ron, he realized Harry was quite serious, and Draco really didn't want to be humiliated in front of the entire Gryffindor common room. "Weasley, I'm sorry," he spat.

Ron had a very gratified smirk on his face. "I don't know if that's good enough, Malfoy. I'm not sure I'm convinced you've learned your lesson." Seamus and Dean sniggered appreciatively. "But I'm feeling generous today, so what thApology accepted." Harry released Draco, who sat up on his knees, crossed his arms over his chest, and looked sulky. He gave Ron an icy glare and then turned to Harry.

"You really are a bastard, you know that Potter?"

"That hurts, Malfoy, it really does. I'm only doing this for your own good." Harry couldn't quite keep a straight face when saying those words.

"A likely story. You're only doing this for your own entertainment. Prick." Now Draco was pouting, a look that Harry found almost irresistibly adorable. "I thought you Gryffindors were supposed to be all noble and brave. Wait till the word gets out that you're really just a bunch of kinky little freaks."

"Draco, don't be so melodramatic. I did warn you what would happen if you insisted on mouthing off." He gave into temptation and reached out and ruffled Dair. "Besides, you are so cute when you're sulky."

Draco yanked away. "Sod off, Potter. Don't call me cute. And don't mess up my hair."

Harry just stared at Draco with a hungry look in his eyes. "But you are cute. And I like your hair messy." At the predatory look on Harry's face Draco felt his anger melting into a different feeling altogether. He decided he wasn't really mad enough to stop him from getting some action from Harry.

"So am I all forgiven? Do we get to kiss and make up?" Draco may have just been notably scolded before a group of Gryffindors but that wasn't going to stop him exploiting the situation to score a snog.

Harry shot him a wicked grin. "Of course we do." Privately Harry thought Draco looked extremely hot when he was grumpy and put out, but then, truthfully, he was finding it hard to find situatwhich he didn't find the blonde extremely hot. He promptly tackled Draco, knocking him onto his back and thoroughly ravishing his mouth. Draco threw his head back and moaned softly while Harry trailed kisses down his neck, to the delight of Seamus and many of the other Gryffindors now watching the scene, but to the complete horror of Ron.

Ron was giving them an absolutely disgusted look. "Oh, get a room, you two."

"An excellent suggestion, Ron," Harry said, panting. Momentarily forgetting that he and Draco were supposed to be faking everything, he grabbed Draco's arm and bounded up the stairs into the boy's dormitory, pulling Draco along behind him. He threw Draco into the room, slammed the door shut behind him, and starting stalking towards Draco, intent on throwing him down on the bed and pouncing on him. Draco's eyes opened wide, and his breathing hitched. Was Harry about to kiss him for real? He closed his eyes, heart pounding, trembling in anticipation - but nothing happened.

Feeling incredibly disappointed, Draco opened his eyes to see Harry walking over to a bed and sitting down, looking flushed and out of breath but unfornot pouncing on Draco. Draco of course, had no idea that Harry had finally remembered they were supposed to be pretending, and had gone to sit down to try and slow his pulse down. He was struggling against every bone in his body to keep his hands and lips off Draco. Draco inwardly screamed in frustration but remained composed and sat down on the bed next to Harry, looking cool as a cucumber. Harry marveled at how Draco could so easily pretend to be passionately aroused and then just turn it off the minute they were alone.

"This your bed?"

"Uh-huh," Harry mumbled, not trusting himself to speak. Draco glanced around the room, and found that, although decorated in a ridiculous amount of red, it was a nice room, very comfortable. Just like the Slytherin dorms, actually. He took a good look at Harry, who was still breathing hard, and felt the distinct urge to tease him.

"So, Potter," Draco said coyly, "Now that you've got me here, whatever are you going to do with me?" Harry promptly flushed scarlet at the innuendo, because a million ideas of completely indecent things he wanted to do with Draco flooded his minying Harry's blush, Draco stole another look around the room, but found nothing to look at that was nearly as appealing as Harry. Deciding it was definitely time to engage in some more Harry action, Draco's Slytherin nature slithered to the surface.

"Very good idea of yours, running into your room. I think it looked very convincing, and I'm sure everyone in the common room saw us." Harry merely nodded, content to let Draco think it had been strategic thinking, not pure hormones on his part. "Your housemates will probably be up shortly, though, so we probably need to make it look like we've been really busy in here."

Harry took in a sharp breath. "Oh?" He waited with baited breath to hear what Draco was going to propose.

Draco smirked. "Well, yes, I mean, you did drag me in here, looking for all intents and purposes like you were going to ravish the living daylights out of me." Harry blushed even harder and mumbled something unintelligible. "Come on, it would look suspicious if your dorm mates come up and we're just sitting here talking. Let's maook convincing. Shirt off."

"What?" Harry just blinked at him.

"I said take your shirt off. If we were really lovers you don't think I'd honestly let you keep it on, do you?" Harry acquiesced that Draco made a good point, and stood up and pulled his shirt over his head. Draco congratulated himself on a great scheme to sneak a peek at Harry. He had steeled himself not to show any reaction lest Harry become suspicious of his true motives, but he felt his eyes grow wide and his breathing hitch at the sight of Harry's bare torso. Hard, lean muscles under velvety golden skin met his eyes, and Draco had the fleeting thought that if anyone ever truly looked the part of a hero, it was Harry Potter.

"Merlin, Potter, work out much?" Draco hoped by teasing Harry he could unsettle Potter as much as he was himself. Harry crossed his arms over his chest self-consciously.

"Just Quidditch," he muttered. He looked at Draco, and decided that if he was going to be shirtless, he was at least getting a peek at the famous Malfoy physique. "Your turn, Draco. I promise, if I had dragged you in here with the intent of ravishing you your clothes wouldn't stand a chance. You would have been fully de-robed within thirty seconds of entering this room." To his horror Draco felt a light blush on his own cheeks as his mind entertained delicious scenarios of being ravished by one Harry Potter. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on the floor next to Harry's.

Harry felt his mouth go dry. Draco's body, like his hair and gorgeous aristocratic features, was legendary among the Hogwarts students, and Harry found that none of the stories he had heard were an exaggeration. Draco was of a slightly more slender build then Harry himself, but his muscles were just as hard and defined, and with his pale skin glowing flawlessly against Harry's scarlet comforter he looked otherworldly, too good to be human. Harry found himself fighting a very difficult battle against his own body not to respond to what he was seeing.

Unlike Harry, Draco was fully conscious of how good he looked without his clothes, and had no problems with Harry staring at him. He took advantage of Harry's silence to stretch out on the bed. "Well, come on, Potter, I know I'm gorgeous and all, but put your tongue back outh. Or better yet, put it in mine. Your roommates are going to be bursting in here any second. We better start snogging now if we're going to look convincing when they come in."

It was a really lame excuse, Draco knew, but he didn't care. He was frantic to feel Harry's lips against his own, and frantic to run his hands over Harry's skin. At his words, Harry had looked at him disbelievingly (Draco had no idea this was because Harry thought his words were too good to be true), and Draco had a moment of panic that Harry would back out, or leave the room, or simply refuse to kiss Draco. However, all his fears vanished when Harry lay down next to Draco and ran a hand up his arm.

"Right then. Oh, and Malfoy, I think we shouldn't hold back, you know. We need to look properly snogged out." Harry prayed that Draco would accept this excuse, because he knew he wouldn't be able to keep his hands from traveling over every inch of Draco's skin and he didn't want to have to control himself. To Harry's delight, Draco nodded and leaned down, pressing his lips to Harry's and running one hand through Harry's hair.

As Draco kissed Harry, softly at first gradually building intensity, Harry had the vague thought that heaven must consist of nothing but making out Draco Malfoy. He gasped aloud when Draco rolled on top of Harry and their bare chests made contact for the first time. Prickles of electricity were traveling all over Harry's body, and he responded by running his hands up and down Draco's back, enjoying the feel of hard muscles under impossibly soft skin. Draco shuddered and began to kiss down Harry's neck, his hands alternating between silky black hair and Harry's well-developed torso.

Draco's touches were driving Harry crazy. He hauled Draco over, switching their positions and forcing the blonde onto his back on the mattress. He attacked Draco's neck, licking and sucking and gently biting while his hands traveled over erect nipples and Draco's sensitive stomach. Draco moaned, a sound that drove Harry crazy. He was trying his hardest to keep the knowledge from Draco, but fighting his arousal with Draco shuddering beneath him was literally harder then fighting off the Imperious curse.

Draco reached up and grabbed Harry, pulling him down taut against his own body, sucking on his neck and scraping his nails lightly down Harry's back. At that instant, two things happened simultaneously: Seamus and Dean burst into the room, and Harry lost the battle with his body. Harry sprung off Draco and laid next to him on his stomach, burying his head and flushed cheeks into a pillow. Harified, not by Seamus and Dean walking in but by what had just happened. He was praying that he had jumped off of Draco before the blonde had noticed anything amiss.

Harry sneaked a look at Draco, who looked completely unflustered and in control of the situation. He breathed a sigh of relief - surely if Draco had felt anything, he wouldn't look so calm and collected, right? He would at least be yelling at Harry, or calling him a pervert, or mocking him, or something. Instead, the blonde was fixing Dean and Seamus with a haughty look.

"Don't you Gryffindors know how to knock?" Dean rolled his eyes while Seamus kept his eyes on Harry.

"Not on the door to our own room. Besides, we came up here to tell you its curfew, so Malfoy here might want to be getting back to Slytherin territory." Draco heaved a sigh but got off the bed, grabbing his shirt from the floor and putting it back on, buttoning enough to buttons to hold it together. He turned to leave.

"Wait, Draco, I"ll walk you out." Harry had finally recovered control over his body, and stood up to look for his shirt. Seamus squealed and opened his mouth to speak.

"Not one word, Finnigan, or I'll hex you into next week," Draco snarled. Seamus didn't flinch, but he did close his mouth, never taking his eyes off Harry. Harry flushed slightly and quickly threw on his shirt, and he and Draco walked downstairs, through the common room to the portrait, receiving many stares from the Gryffindors. Harry supposed they must have looked pretty obvious and completely snogged out, but he didn't care. He and Draco stepped outside, and Harry closed the door behind him.

"So..." Harry began, still a little uneasy. He wasn't sure if Draco had felt anything earlier, because if he had, Harry was sure he'd have some explaining to do. Draco seemed totally oblivious, however, and Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, Potter, now that I've hung out with you godforsaken g-shoes, I think you owe me an afternoon with the Slytherins sometime. It's going to take a lot of evilness to undue the damage of this afternoon. Honestly, Muggle games?"

Harry shook his head. "You're such a prat, Malfoy. You know that, right?"

"I'm a prat? That's a bit rich, coming from a guy who had me pinned practically over his knee in front of the entire Gryffindor common room." Harry smirked at him, obviously not in the least bit sorry. "You do realize I'm going to be getting revenge for that little stunt, right?"

"You're all talk, Malfoy. I'm not scared of you."

"Just don't say I didn't warn you. Goodnight Harry," Draco started walking back to Slytherin territory.

"Night, Draco." Harry watched him leave, then happily went back inside Gryffindor tower, feeling at ease and secure that his little mishap earlier had gone completely unnoticed by Draco.

He couldn't have been more wrong.

Draco had noticed everything.

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Author notes: So Harry’s busted – what do you think Draco’s going to do with this knowledge? I suspect Draco might be planning to have some fun with Harry now, get a little revenge (and a lot more action), but hey, what do I know? I’m just the author.

Revenge, seduction, fan clubs, jealousy and ex-boyfriends - All this and more in Chapter 8!

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