Chapter Text
Draco had not closed the drapes from the night before; the morning sun made a rude entrance into his room through the small window over his desk. Harry was draped over him, which was to be expected, as they had fallen asleep with Draco surrounding Harry; somehow they always ended up reversed by morning. His wand was across the room; his only recourse was to get up and close the drapes. He had just begun the process of disentangling himself from Harry when he was pulled closer to the warm body. Harry mumbled, “Where do you think you are going?”
“I’m extricating myself from you so I can blot the sun from the sky.”
Harry sniggered and raised his hand; the sashes from the bed curtains fell and they were soon surrounded by red fabric.
Draco huffed, “It looks like I’m in Gryffindor hell.”
Harry muffled his laugh in Draco’s hair.
“How long before your match?” Harry asked with a yawn that would do a lion proud.
“Two hours, but I have to meet with the team a half hour before.”
“Hmmm, good, then you have plenty of time to give me a blowjob?”
Draco was about to say something quite snide back when he felt Harry’s body shaking as he was trying not to laugh.
“You wanker, I am not giving you a blowjob.”
“Damn, I guess I will have to wait until the holidays.”
Draco turned over to face Harry. “Will you come to the Manor for Christmas?”
Harry’s stomach dropped; this was not a good conversation to be having, but he couldn’t lie to Draco. “Draco, I will come over for New Years. I spend Christmas with the Weasleys; they are my family.”
“Ah, I see the predicament, having to split the holidays between your two lovers.”
Harry felt the knife enter his heart and Draco’s words added the twist. His hand reached up to stroke Draco’s cheek, but it was quickly rebuffed by Draco grabbing his wrist. “Don’t,” was all Draco said as he placed Harry’s hand back on his own side of the bed.
“You know, jealousy does not become you. It is not just because of Ginny that I would be going to the Burrow. The Weasleys are my only family besides Remus. I know you are not fond of them, and that is okay, but I will not turn my back on those who have taken care of me for the last seven years.”
Draco sighed and then chewed on his bottom lip.
“Don’t hurt that lip; I’m rather fond of it,” Harry said with a half smile.
Draco released his lip and said almost in a whisper, “I don’t share well, Harry. I’ve been patient, letting you find your way, but now that I know you love me I have to ask, what does she have that I do not?”
“Besides the obvious?” Harry said with a little snicker.
“Damn you, Potter, you are being a truly insensitive prick.”
Harry flinched hearing those words coming from Draco Malfoy of all people. He wondered what happened to the Draco who said he would share a few nights ago. “I’m sorry, it’s just… I don’t know, it is just different. This is all so new to me; I haven’t really thought of the future between you and me. With Ginny it’s all laid out; in a few years we get engaged, we get married, Ron and Hermione get married, and we all have kids together.”
“So why are you here?”
“Because you are the one who knows me: the true me. You have incorporated yourself into my dreams and fantasies, and I do love you. You are excitement, power, lust; every fucking move you make makes me want to fuck you. You are not only smart, but charming and funny. I enjoy spending time with you and not just in bed. I’ve never been able to talk to anyone like I talk with you. I know this is coming out rambled but that is how it is in my brain. I just know that there is no way in hell I can give you up. You said the other night that Ginny could give me a normal life. How can I have a normal life with Ginny when it’s you that consumes my fantasies?”
“Is there anyone you can talk to about this? It would really help.” Draco knew it was time to back off. Harry was a mess internally. He had momentarily forgotten the process he went through, accepting himself as someone who preferred his own sex. Severus had been the one he could talk to, and then there was Blaise.
“Pthugh,” Harry muttered. “Who, Draco? My best friend, who just happens to be my girlfriend’s brother? Remus is my godfather, but we have never even come close to a conversation at this level, and as head of the Order, he would demand to know who it was. I could probably talk to Hermione, but that would be asking her to keep a big secret from both Ron and Ginny. I bought a book; it fucking confused me more. I had hoped to come here and figure it out. Instead I’ve come here and realized I am in bigger trouble than I thought.”
“Harry, are you sorry that I entered your life?”
“God, no, this has been the best weekend of my life. I just don’t know how I’m going to handle the rest of it.”
“Well, it looks like I’m the one you get stuck talking to,” Draco said with a wink. “Talk away and I will not be the jealous lover right now; I will be your friend.”
“You are serious, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
Harry laughed. “Merlin, I’m pathetic. My own boyfriend is the only one I can talk to about what I feel for him and someone else. I’m sorry, Draco; I appreciate the offer, but I can’t do this. I will figure it out.”
“Harry, I can do this, I can distance myself.”
“No, we need to be having fun right now. You are going to have to go soon, and then after your match, I’m going to have to go. I do not want to spend our last hour together talking about Ginny.”
“Open these drapes; it’s depressing me to be surrounded by all of this red.”
+++++++++++++++++++++
After their shower, Draco left with his Firebolt II. It really was a beauty. Harry packed his belongings into his overnight bag and sat and looked at the pictures. God, he wanted to take one with him so badly. It began to make him upset that even in his own house he didn’t have privacy. That would have to change. He was beginning to understand why each of his parents had their own hideaway.
Draco had brought up tea and a light breakfast earlier. Draco was never one to eat a lot before a match; Harry remembered the jitters he personally felt before a game. They decided they would have lunch together after the game at the Frozen Cauldron. He sat at Draco’s desk, looking out the window, imagining what it was like for Draco to be here alone. He looked at the row of inks, quills and parchment. He decided he should write Draco a letter. Things were better, but he hated the conversation they had earlier. Draco deserved better.
**************************
My White Dragon,
I miss you already. I just wanted you to know how much our relationship means to me. I’ve never had someone love me unconditionally like you do. I see it in your eyes, and I feel it in your touch. You alone know the real me. You know my strengths and weaknesses, and still you accept me.
I, in turn, love you unconditionally. I see you cringe when the past is brought up. It is the past, Draco. I know the real you, and I am completely in love with you. Remember, we would not be in this place or this relationship, if not for our past.
Neither of us has a father right now to guide us into adulthood, even though we are of age. Together we will find our way to becoming honourable men.
Thank you for an incredible weekend.
With love,
Your Satiated PhoenixP.S.
Pansy needs to be fed. I promised her a nice juicy mouse!
*****************************
After he had made the bed and straightened the room, Harry slipped the note under Draco’s pillow. He put on his fur coat and pulled his hat down to cover his scar; the gloves he slipped into his pocket, and his overnight bag he swung over his shoulder. He shut the door behind him. It was such a small room to be filled with so many memories.
The common room was empty; he assumed Draco’s classmates had already made their way to the pitch. Draco had told him the pitch was on the other side of Durmstrang Castle, near where the ship was docked.
He found the Quidditch field easily enough. He bought some hot chocolate and found a seat near Draco’s housemates, but far enough away so he could watch alone. The day was perfect for Quidditch. The sky was crystal blue, the temperature, while freezing, was warmer than it had been the previous days. Gaduka would be playing against Terra. It was the first match of the year, and the students were excited. Harry missed Quidditch; this much was true.
The announcer came on as the players made their entrance by walking onto the field. Harry spotted Draco immediately; he would recognize that walk anywhere, anytime, but the real giveaway was the hair. He was the lone blond in a sea of big, burly brunette young men. The captains shook hands, and then the teams mounted their brooms. Harry had studied Draco’s Quidditch moves for six years. He knew every sign to watch for, or at least he thought he did. Draco now seemed to be showing patience and a finesse Harry hadn’t seen before.
The announcer was beginning his play by play. Harry was focused on only the one player; he was entranced with the new moves he had learned. Krum had really trained him well. A penalty was called against Draco’s team, but Harry had not seen the infraction; he decided to watch the whole match. Draco was right: Durmstrang’s version of Quidditch was brutal. Harry found himself continually wincing, and at one point closing his eyes as the Gaduka Keeper was intentionally knocked off his broom and fell to the ground. The umpire called out a cushioning charm; the Keeper landed hard, but not enough to break any bones. He crawled to his broom and propelled himself up and off to protect his rings. Draco kept out of the fray, as did the other Seeker.
“A little different than Hogvarts?” Krum said as he sat directly behind Harry.
“More than a little. You have trained him well. I believe he could easily beat me now.”
“Ah, Harry, Draco has finesse, but you have the power and courage. I vould have enjoyed training you. Maybe someday ve fly together.”
“That would be this boy’s dream come true. Actually, it would be my friend Ron’s dream.”
“How is Hermione? She does not know?”
“Hermione is great; she is Head Girl this year, and no, she does not know.”
“So, as to our conversation yesterday, I’ve been thinking that I could train Draco on the veekends. He could stay vith me and that vay no vone vould see us. I vill do the dueling and teach him the little I know of vandless magic.”
“Could you make the first spell to retrieve his wand?”
Krum chuckled deeply. “And the second?”
“Lubrication.”
Krum punched him with his furry glove. Harry noticed that even through his coat it hurt.
“Vatch, Harry, there’s the Snitch,” Krum said as he stood up and began to yell.
Harry saw it immediately in the middle of the pitch; it was low and at the other player’s level. Draco saw it, as did the other Seeker. The Terra Seeker flew in a straight diagonal down towards it. Draco flew straight across and was above it. Harry’s stomach dropped; he stopped breathing; the Terra Seeker was going to get it first. His hands were around it and just about had it clasped in his fingertips, when he was surrounded by Gaduka players and was squashed on all sides. The Snitch rose up and Draco snatched it out of the air. Harry exhaled and began to yell as loud as or louder than Draco’s housemates. Krum tapped him on the shoulder and gave a wave goodbye.
Harry watched Draco and his team fly around the pitch. Draco was still up in the air as his teammates landed. He was coming down fast when Harry saw the Terra Beaters glide up next to him. It was so quick, Harry wasn’t sure if he actually saw the flash of silver or not, but he did see the blood. Draco barely made it to the ground as he fell over on his side. Harry knew he was injured but couldn’t tell where. A mediwizard was on the scene in no time and was levitating Draco somewhere. Harry was running down the seats, trying to reach the ground and follow Draco, but the crowd was too thick. Someone pulled him back and said, “Follow me, Black.” Harry turned and grabbed onto Peter’s coat. They made their way out of the crowd. Peter was swearing up a storm in Russian.
“He’s been taken to the infirmary; follow me. I am not sure they will let you in though.”
Harry had no idea where they were going, he just blindly following Peter. Peter stopped in front of a door. Harry knew he was somewhere on the first floor of the birds’ castle and he could see a trail of blood. Someone had cut Draco and it looked bad. “Good luck, James, give him our best. Tell him we will all be down later. We have some planning to do back in the common.”
Harry shook Peter’s hand. He wished he could be helping in those plans, but Draco would need him right now. He opened the door quietly. The rows of beds were empty with the exception of three, where the curtains had been pulled around. Harry could tell Draco was in the first one that was draped. He could see the blood pooling on the floor. He could hear someone swearing about allowing such hooligans to play Quidditch. It reminded him of Madame Pomfrey. The curtain was suddenly pulled back for a moment, and the mediwizard appeared and said sternly, “Who are you and what do you want?”
“I’m James Black and I am here to check on Draco,” Harry said, matching the mediwizard’s tone.
“I don’t have time for you. Come back later,” the mediwizard snapped.
Then Harry heard Draco say in a quiet but strained voice, “Let him in now or I’m leaving.”
The mediwizard shook his head and waved Harry to enter. Harry opened the curtains and saw a nurse cleaning Draco’s face, which was covered in blood. There was a huge slice in his face from the corner of his eye down almost to his mouth. Harry thought he was going to vomit but pulled it together quickly.
“That bad?” Draco asked through clenched teeth.
“Be quiet, Draco,” the nurse said. “We are going to try and heal it. If you are still, you might get lucky and have only minor scarring.”
Draco closed his eyes and said, “Fuck, not my face.”
The nurse did some spells and applied a topical potion. Draco’s fists were clenched. Harry could see he wanted to scream. “Remain still, Draco. The damage is bad; it cut through muscles and nerves. We might have some paralysis to work through. Don’t talk. I will be right back,” the mediwizard said as he and the nurse stepped out of the makeshift room.
Harry walked over next to Draco’s side and held his hand; it still had the Snitch in it. He took it out and put it in his pocket. He leaned over, looking straight into Draco’s eyes. He could see the fear, pain and frustration. Harry’s back began to burn. The Phoenix was not happy to see its Dragon in such pain. Harry let the tears fall onto the wound. He watched the muscles knit together from the inside out. Within a few moments the gash had closed and healed. Draco’s eyes grew wide. Harry leaned down and kissed him gently on the lips. “I think you can talk now.”
Draco blinked his eyes, and then opened his mouth. “Thank you, Harry. Oh God, thank you.”
“I thought I told you no talking!” the mediwizard said as he came around the curtain. The wizard froze; he looked at Draco and then at Harry. “Who are you?”
“I am James Black, and I am his partner. I think he is okay now. Can he leave?”
The mediwizard raised his wand, scanned Draco’s face, and said hesitatingly, “He’s in perfect shape; he may go.” The man then looked up at Harry with a look of fear and awe.
Draco sat up and hopped off the bed. Harry put his arm around him and whispered, “I have got to get out of here now.”
Draco walked Harry to the path that led to town. Harry insisted that Draco get back to the castle, as he wasn’t dressed for the cold. They hugged and kissed goodbye; Harry handed Draco the Snitch.
“I will see you in a few months,” Harry said as he turned to go down the path.
“No, we will see each other in our dreams, James,” Draco said with a big smile.
“You know, Malfoy, you are gorgeous when you smile. Don’t let anyone fuck with your face again,” Harry said as he walked backwards.
“No one fucks my face but you, Black,” Draco replied as he continued to the castle, walking backwards.
“Damn you, Draco, you made me hard again.”
“Good, I wouldn’t want you going back without wanting more,” Draco said loudly.
Harry yelled, “No fear of that ever happening.”
“Goodbye, Black.”
“Goodbye, Malfoy.”
Harry turned and walked on the crunchy, snow-packed path to the gates. As he opened the DM gate he turned. He could see a speck of blond on the Durmstrang stairs. He continued down the path through the trees and into the town. He stepped into the Frozen Cauldron and removed his furs, adding them to his overnight back. He bought some Floo powder from Tim and bid him goodbye.
tbc