Dragon Tamer

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Dragon Tamer

Chapter 9: Jealousy

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"Oh...oh gods, Draco..."

Harry was going crazy. Slowly, but surely he was being driven insane by one Draco Malfoy.

"You like that, Harry?" a silky voice whispered in his ear, tongue sliding over his highly sensitized ear lobe, followed by lightly nibbling teeth while a taut, hard body pressed hard against his groin, pinning him to the wall. "You want more?"

Harry groaned out loud. He was absolutely sure he had never been so sexually frustrated in his life. Draco really seemed to be taking this 'pretend boyfriends' very seriously indeed. The entire week he had been all over Harry, merciless in his attentions. If Harry had been thinking a little more clearly, he might have stopped to notice that Draco was really overdoing things. But his mind had been switched into permanent sensory overload, thanks to a certain blonde Slytherin. Draco had upped the ante, corning him for passionate kissing after every class, initiating grope sessions in front of anyone who passed their way, and worst of all, sending Harry notes at meal times to be read by the other Gryffindors, detailing the sorts of naughty things he was going to do to Harry as soon as he had him alone.

And that really was the problem, becan they were alone Draco didn't do anything but smirk at Harry, since (as Draco always pointed out), they weren't really going out and there was no need to do anything if they didn't have an audience. Harry figured he was about ready to die. If he was with Draco he was mentally undressing him and shagging him silly, if he wasn't with Draco he was fantasizing about Draco, and if he was sleeping he was dreaming of Draco. He had never wanted anything in his life as badly as he wanted the snarky little git who was currently sucking on his neck outside the entrance to the Great Hall.

Harry was ready to give up, say uncle, whatever Draco wanted, because he didn't think he could last another minute. Malfoy, you have exactly 30 seconds before I slam you against this wall, rip off those clothes, and proceed to thoroughly shatter any illusions you may have that I'm only pretending to enjoy this.

Draco languidly moved his hips against Harry's, sending a rush of electricity through Harry's body. Oh God. 15 seconds. One of Draco's hands snaked up his shirt and tweaked a nipple - hard. Ten seconds. His other hand made its way to Harry's arse and squeezed. Five...four...three...two...

"Oi, Harry, Malfoy, would you two get OFF each other already? Some of us are on our way to breakfast and would like to keep our appetites." Twin glares of fury were directed at the red head who spoke the words, but Ron had already opened the door to the Great Hall to let Hermione in ahead of him. He gave a pointed look to the two boys against the wall, who reluctantly peeled themselves apart and headed towards their respective house tables.

Harry threw himself into his normal seat and buried his head in his arms. He knew he probably should thank Ron, considering he'd literally been two seconds away from ravishing Malfoy but at the moment gratitude was extremely far from how he was feeling.

From the Slytherin table Draco was enjoying his breakfast while watching Harry with a very smug expression. He knew Harry was going to break any day now. His plan had simply been to tease Harry to the very brink of sexual frustration, to the point where Harry couldn't take it anymore and he would be the one to take the relationship to the next level. A very pleasant heat rushed through Draco's body as he thought of what that moment might entail. And it would be soon, he was sure of it.

Meanwhile, at the Gryffindor table Harry had finally got his breathing under control and turned his attention to his food. Ron and Hermione gave him knowing looks.

"Harry, this is obviously driving you crazy. You need to just tell him the truth already, and then you can snog him to your heart's content. In private." Hermione was nothing if not a wellspring of good advice.

"Yeah mate, if for no other reason do it because I'm sick and tired of watching the two of you suck face like the world's going to end tomorrow." Ron was not quite as sympathetic to Harry as Hermione was. "And by the way - nice hickey."

Harry's hand shot automatically to his neck where Draco had been sucking a few minutes before. He gave Ron a withering glance and returned to his breakfast. He didn't notice the surreptitious looks he was receiving from many of the occupants of the Great Hall. Lavender and Parvati in particular were alternating between staring at Harry and talking in hushed whispers with Ginny Weasley and the Creevy brothers. The entire group was wearing pins in the shape of lightening bolts that read "HPFC - Official Member" and they kept stealing glances at Harry. Harry overheard the phrases "I can't believe it'!" and "ten times in one night!" coming from their group, but it didn't occur to him to wonder who or what they were talking about.

He was busy devouring his second helping of French toast when he felt an arm drape around his shoulders as someone sat down next to him.

"Top o' the morning to ya, Harry," said a winking Seamus Finnigan.

"And a right fine mornin' it is, ta be sure," Harry returned, mimicking Seamus's Irish brogue.

Seamus grinned, delighted. "And what's a gorgeous young lad like yourself got planned for such a glorious day?" he asked, continuing to emphasize the Irish lilt in his speech. Harry was about to answer when Draco dropped gracefully into the empty space on his other side and sent a smoldering glare in Seamus's direction.

"Finnigan, get OFF him." Oh God, not Draco's possessive side. Why was the blonde so freaking hot? Harry buried his head in his arms again to fight off the rising heat in his cheeks that had nothing to do with embarrassment. He wanted to bang his head against the table in frustration.

Seamus withdrew his arm with a wounded look. Draco slithered his own arm around Harry and nuzzled into his neck.

"I can't leave you alone for one second without someone trying to steal you from me," he murmured into Harry's ear, letting his hand drift lightly over Harry's back. Harry shivered as Draco's feather light touches sent tingles down his already sensitized skin. He was saved from the embarrassing situation of throwing Draco down on the Gryffindor table and having his wicked way with him right then and there by the arrival of owl post.

Since the article in the Daily Prophet had appeared a few days ago, both Harry and Draco had received a daily deluge of mail, mostly of the fan mail variety. Today was no exception, as several owls swooped down over Harry and Draco, dropping letter after letter. Pinkening slightly, Harry pushed hisl in front of Draco, who was merrily opening his own letters like a child on Christmas morning.

"Honestly Harry, I don't see why you have such a problem with fame. I'm quite enjoying it. Look at this one," Draco said cheerily, holding out a letter and a picture from a good-looking older witch who was offering the pair thousands of galleons if they would perform a joint strip show in front of her and her friends.

Hermione made a clucking noise in her throat and looked disapprovingly at the picture while Ron and Seamus looked vaguely jealous. Draco happily sorted through the mail, sharing the racier letters with the Gryffindors, until he came upon a letter in Harry's pile that made his silvery eyes narrow.

Hey Harry,

How are you, babe? It's been awhile since your last letter. Can't believe I had to find out you were dating someone new from the Daily Prophet - is that any way to treat an old " friend"? Just tou, but seriously, a Malfoy? I hope you know what you're getting into.

I've been thinking about you a lot since this summer, trying to think if there was something we could have done to make things work between us. I know you're with someone else now, but I wanted to let you know that I'm still here, and I still have feelings for you. Good luck with Malfoy, but if he ever hurts you in any way don't hesitate to come running to me. I'll be waiting for you.

Yours,

Charlie

"What the hell is this, Potter?" Draco spat, giving Harry a suspicious glare, jealousy written all over his face. "You told me it was a summer fling. Why is Weasley here writing you love letters?"

"Draco!" Harry hissed, as Ron, Hermione, and Seamus started at the name Weasley. Draco ignored Harry and threw the letter down on the table.

"Fine, Harry, be that way. If you want to go back to your sordid little love affair, far be it from me, your boyfriend, to stand in your way," he snarled, standing up. Harry grabbed his arm and tried to pull him back down but Draco wrenched it away.

"Draco, please, it's not like that," Harry pleaded, giving Draco a very impressive set of puppy dog eyes. Draco refused to be moved, however.

"I'm late for class," he said haughtily, and stormed off. Harry sighed and rubbed his head, knowing he owed an explanation to his friends sitting at the table but a lot more concerned and confused by the blonde who had just left the table. Was that all part of the act, or was Draco really jealous? Why would he really be jealous? Unless he had feelings for Harry too?

Things were getting too confusing. Hared to tell Draco the truth, tonight if possible. He wanted to know where he stood with the Slytherin - not to mention he just plain wanted him too.

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Draco continued to avoid Harry for most of the day. Harry had tried to talk to him in Potions but Draco had given him the cold shoulder. Harry had turned to Blaise for advice.

"How long is he going to be mad at me?" he whispered, keeping one eye on Snape and one eye on the potion he was concocting with the dark-haired Slytherin. Blaise gave him a commiserating smile.

"Give him a little time," he whispered back. "Draco's notorious in Slytherin for being exceedingly jealous and possessive on his better days. It's all part and parcel of being a Malfoy. But he's not stupid. He'll get over it pretty fast."

"Really?" Harry asked, and Blaise was mesmerized by the brilliant green of Harry's eyes. Green like Slytherin, but more honest and open and caring then anything that had ever been associated with the Slytherin house.

"Really." He smiled when he saw Harry's smile of relief. The raven haired boy cared about Draco, it was written all over his face. Blaise made a mental note to have a good long talk with his friend tonight. Draco needed to make his move soon and make everything real between him and Harry. Otherwise, Blaise was going to have a hard time stopping himself from stealing this too-good-to-be-true Gryffindor from under Draco's nose.

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It wasn't until after dinner that Harry had a chance to talk to Draco and convince him that the letter didn't mean anything. The Slytherin had grudgingly been pacified by Harry's outpouring of promises that he wasn't interested in Charlie anymore. The two were now in the Gryffindor common room, Draco playing chess with Dean and Harry involved in a discussion with Ron and Ginny about the next day's Quidditch match against Ravenclaw. The discussion was probably not going as well as it could bearry kept watching Draco, who somehow managed to make concentration look as sexy as a sultry smile. He watched Draco absently push a piece of hair behind his ear and fought the sudden itch in his fingers to run his hands through that very same hair.

Seamus bounded into the Common Room and surveyed the peaceful scene. He decided that with Draco distracted by his chess match, this would be an ideal moment to spend some quality time with Harry. Keeping a wary eye on the icy blonde playing chess with his best mate, he plopped down on the sofa next to Harry, sitting a little bit closer than was really necessary.

"Oi, Seamus, glad you're here. We need another opinion." Ron was in full Quidditch mode, having reached his stride long ago.

"On what?" Seamus queried, shifting imperceptivity closer to Harry and placing an arm on the couch behind his head.

"Seeker tactics. I'm all for diversionary maneuvers, but Ginny here says that when she played as und focusing on the snitch and not worrying about the other Seeker to be more helpful.

Seamus oh-so-casually dropped a hand onto Harry's head and began to play with the thick, silky black locks. "How about a bit of both? Harry here can just focus on the snitch and let his gorgeous good looks function as a diversionary tactic for the other Seeker." Ron and Ginny rolled their eyes, and Harry turned to tell Seamus to shut up and move his hand before Draco killed him, but he never had the chance.

"Finnigan," said a voice, colder than ice, "what have I told you about putting your hands on my boyfriend?" At the murderous look on Draco's face, Seamus opened his mouth to apologize, but it was too late. First a letter from Harry's ex-boyfriend, and now Seamus' shameless flirting. Draco had had enough.

Faster than anyone would have thought possible, Draco yanked Seamus off the couch by his shirt, threw him on the ground, placed a foot on his chest and pointed his wand straight at his face. Seamus's eyes grew huge as he realized he was now at the mercy of a furious Malfoy, who most likely had an arsenal of dark and nasty hexes and curses at his disposal.

"Give me one reason not to curse you into oblivion, Finnigan." Seamus made no sound, just opened and closed his mouth wordlessly. Draco sneered at him and lifted his wand.

"Draco, don't!" Harry grabbed Draco's wand arm to stop him.

"Let go of me, Potter." Draco's voice was still frosted over, but Harry refused to be cowed.

"No," he said, beginning to get angry. "This is ridiculous. You can't just go around cursing people because they tried to flirt with your boyfriend."

"Watch me," said Draco, not taking his eyes off of Seamus, who was still trapped under his foot.

Harry was not allowing it to happened, however. He grabbed Draco by the back of the shirt and yanked him backwards, causing him to lift his foot off Seamus.

"Seamus, get out of here," said Harry. "I'll deal with Draco." You didn't have to tell the Irishman twice. He took off at top speed to seek shelter in his dorm room, leaving Harry to deal with the furious Malfoy.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Potter?"

"What the fuck am I doing? What the fuck are you doing? You could have really hurt someone." All of the remaining Gryffindors in the common room had turned to watch the confrontation between the two.

"That was my intention. I have a right to defend my property."

"You don't get it, do you? You are supposed," and Draco stressed the word with a meaningful look in Harry's eyes, "To be my boyfriend. Not Charlie's, not Seamus's. Mine. You cannot honestly expect me to just stand here and accept the way these bastards are going after you?"

"Look, Malfoy, I really think you're over-reacting. Your jealousy is getting out of control."

"Is that what you think? And how would you be reacting if the tables were turned?" Silver eyes defiantly stared down green ones.

"I think I'd be handling it a sight better than you," Harry returned, completely aggravated by the Slytherin.

"You think so, Potter? I'll remember that you said that." And Draco left, slamming the portrait behind him.

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Draco was still seething as he got ready for bed. Blaise had seen him come in, recognized a jealous rage when he saw one, and wisely kept his mouth shut, motioning for Crabbe, Goyle, and Nott to do the same. As Blaise was generally recognized as the leading Draco expert among the Slytherins, they all followed his lead.

Blaise also wisely decided that tonight was not the night to wear his favorite pajamas, which were Gryffindor red with little gold snitches all over them and came, interestingly enough, straight from the HPFC catalog. Better stick to Slytherin green tonight.

The boys were all climbing into bed when they were suddenly startled by a tapping noise on the high window of their dunge room. Crabbe went to the window and opened it, letting in a small brown owl. The owl fluttered over to Draco, dropped off a letter, and flew back out into the night.

Draco recognized the handwriting on the letter immediately, and tore it open.

Hey Draco, how've you been?

Long time, no see. Congratulations are in order, I think - I saw your picture in the Prophet. So you and Harry Potter? Never would have seen that coming, (it's quite scandalous really), but you guys look great together.

Just wanted to let you know that I'll be at Hogwarts tomorrow - we're actually coming to watch your new boyfriend play Quidditch, I think we're going try to recruit him for Puddlemere United. Don't tell him, though, he's not supposed to know we're watching. Can't pretend I'm not disappointed you're now attached - I was hoping I'd get to spend some "quality time" with you while I was at Hogwarts, if you catch my drift. Ah well, hopefully I'll still have a chance to spetime with you tomorrow.

Hope you're doing well, and take care

Oliver

And once again Draco thanked whatever fates there were for throwing right into his hands the perfect revenge.

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The next morning, Harry went to breakfast with a very professional attitude, determined to forget about the fight the night before in order to focus on the game at hand. His housemates had made some huge banners for the match, and Blaise had shamelessly decked himself out from head to toe in Gryffindor colors and was waving a little Gryffindor flag at Harry from the Slytherin table. Draco didn't show up for breakfast, not keen on running into Harry before he had a chance to put his plan into action.

The Gryffindor team set out onto the pitch, feeling confident. Harry, as team captain, had given them a very uplifting speech and as a result they were all pumped up and ready to go. They flew out onto the field, and at the word from Madam Hooch and a thundering roar from the crowd, the game was underway.

It was the perfect day for a match, gloriously sunny and warm. Harry's new contact lenses were more magnificent then he could have dreamed - he felt like he could see every leaf on every tree in the forbidden forest. He watched his team pull ahead quickly, thanks to Ginny's excellent chasing skills and Ron's prowess as a keeper. Keeping his eyes peeled for the snitch, he flew around the Quidditch pitch - and spotted it on the other side, much nearer to the Ravenclaw Seeker. He took off after it, weaving in and out between his teammates, dodging bluders, and when the snitch dove straight down he followed, the Ravenclaw Seeker close at his heels. The ground was coming closer and closer, and he felt the other Seeker pull out from the dive. Harry, however, knew exactly what he was doing, and pulled up just an instant before he would have smashed into the ground, enjoying the collective gasp from the crowd below. He raised his hand triumphantly, and the stadium burst into deafening cheers and applause. Harry Potter had caught the snitch!

Both teams landed on the ground, and Harry found himself surrounded by a sea of crimson, all hugging him and patting him on the back, voices congratulating him and commenting that that was one of the most spectacular catches they'd ever seen. He was grinning and laughing, and then to his surprise he found himself face to face with his old captain.

"Oliver?" said Harry, in disbelief, as Oliver Wood threw his arms around Harry and crushed him in a huge hug. Ron, standing next to him, looked as puzzled as Harry felt.

"Harry! How wonderful it is to see you! And may I just say, that was absolutely brilliant!"

Harry grinned. "Thanks, mate, but what are you doing here?"

"Why, I came to see you play, of course! I'm here with a couple of colleagues of mine, we're recruiting for my team, Puddlemere United." Harry's head started spinning as Oliver indicated two well dressed, looking men on either side of him.

"You weren't exaggerating at all, Oliver, he really does fly like there's no broom beneath him," said one of the men, giving Harry a pleased look.

"Yes, I think he'd be the perfect addition to our team. We might actually have a shot at the League Championship with Potter here playing for us," said the other, also all smiles.

Harry was sure he heard wrong. "You want me to play - professionally?"

"Bloody hell," murmured Ron.

"Of course, my boy! With your talent I can't believe we're the first to approach you, you are absolutely marvelous!" said the first man, beaming widely. "Look, how about we just nip into the castle, hmmm? Discus business? We'd like to make you an offer, Mr. Potter."

Harry broke into a huge grin. "Alright, I'll hear your offer. This is great. Ron, you'll come with me?"

"Of course, Harry," said Ron, still looking dazed on Harry's behalf. Harry turned back to the men, a million questions in his mind - and then saw something that made him see a red that had nothing to do with the number people wearing Gryffindor colors around him.

Draco had somehow joined their group without Harry noticing, and was now deeply engaged in conversation with Oliver. The older boy was looking at Draco with a hungry look that Harry was very familiar with, having worn it himself almost constantly for the past week when around Draco. It was not a look that another guy should have been directing at Harry's boyfriend. Harry felt jealousy course threw his veins, and it twisted like a knife in his heart when Draco laughed at something Oliver said and gave the older boy a coy look.

Ha his gaze away from Draco and Oliver and forced himself to listen to the two recruiters. He smiled and nodded in all the right places, and then began to follow them up to the castle. One of them turned and shouted out to Oliver, "Oy, Wood! Coming then?"

Oliver sent the group a slightly devious smirk. "Not just yet, Nigel, thanks. Me and Draco here have a bit of...catching up to do," he finished, with a slight leer at the blonde. Harry was beyond livid and started to walk over to the flirting couple to have some very choice words with Wood (words that started with 'Avada' and ended with 'Kedavra'), but Ron grasped his arm firmly and began steering him away. At that moment Draco put his arm on Oliver's, and leaned in to whisper in his ear. Oliver nodded, and the two took off towards the Quidditch locker rooms.

It took all of Ron's strength and persuasive skills to get Harry to ignore Wood and Malfoy. Ron was not about to allow his best friend to miss an offer to play professional Quidditch because of Draco Malfoy. He whispered in Harry's ear not to worry, that Draco probably just wanted to talk to Oliver, and gave Harry no choice but to follow the recruiters, taking deep breaths and desperately trying to remain calm, and desperately trying not to think of what could be happening between his not-quite-boyfriend and his old Quidditch captain in the Quidditch locker rooms.

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Dinner had started, and Harry was surrounded by Gryffindors who were ecstatic over his win and his professional offer. Everyone was offering him their most heartfelt congratulations, and he was smiling, trying to hide the fact that his eyes were glued on the door to the Great Hall. Draco was not at the Slytherin table, nor was Oliver dining at the head table with the other recruiters. He forced down a growing wave of fear and anger and tried to focus on his friends and his dinner when the door opened and in walked Oliver.

Oliver's shirt was buttoned up wrong, his lips were red and swollen, and his hair was tousled and messy. He looked like the textbook case of a person who has just had a bloody fantastic shag. Most of the Great Hall was watching Oliver and whispering excitedly, and didn't see Draco slip in after him. Most of the Great Hall, that is - Harry's eyes were still been fixed on the door. When Draco snuck in a moment later, looking as rumpled as Oliver and rather smug, Harry felt alarmingly close to exploding. He tried desperately to catch Draco's eye, wanting desperately to be wrong, but Draco's gaze was fixed on Oliver. Harry watched in horror and building anger as the two caught each other's eye. Then they both grinned wickedly.

That was too much for Harry, and he lost it. All of the canisters of pumpkin juice with ten feet of Harry burst apart, showering the Gryffindor table with a sea of orange. Knowing that he had to get out of the Great Hall or something worse might happen, Harry jumped up from the table and, throwing an excuse to Ron and Hermione, bolted out the door. Draco, from his vantage point at the Slytherin table, saw the whole thing, and fought back a triumphant smirk. Everything had gone according to plan, and Harry was wickedly jealous. Perfect. He happily turned his attention back to the chicken on his plate.

What Draco didn't know, however, was that a certain sandy-haired Irishman, who preferred watching Harry over just about anything else, saw the whole thing. He'd seen Oliver come in, followed closely by Draco, and judging from their snogged-out states he wasn't surprised when Harry exploded in anger. As soon as Draco's eyes left the door to the Great Hall, Seamus Finnigan jumped up from his seat and went to follow Harry.

An opportunity like this was good to be true, and Seamus was going to be there to comfort Harry in his time of need.

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