Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Dignosco Perturbatio	By : KianaD Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1771 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 9
- 10
- 11
same warnings and disclaimer from chapter one apply. Still slashy, smutty, silly, and not beta'ed. Reviews would be nice, but I'm not forcing you. Enjoy. :D

"Here we are," he said then, turning back to Granger. He smirked down at her as he opened the door to allow entrance to her and Harry. Once the door had closed behind then with a quiet clank, Draco took Granger by the hand and led her to the other room.
"Miss Granger," he announced, inwardly laughing at the look of bemused irritation on his Godfather�s face. "Allow me to help you to your seat," he murmured into her ear. He pulled her chair out for her, bowing again slightly before taking the seat between her and Severus.
Remus raised a brow in Draco�s direction, but merely greeted Hermione with a smile before turning to Harry. "Please seat yourself," he said as he gestured to the seat next to him. Once Harry sat, Remus followed suit.
Several moments of silence passed before Draco gave a short laugh. "My but I am glad this isn�t awkward," he drawled. "Remus if you would, I would much love a glass of wine."
Snape cast a glance in Draco's direction, which clearly stated that he couldn't agree with him more, before turning his usual sardonic sneer towards Hermione.
"Well, Miss Granger," he drawled, voice satiny smooth but distinctly cool. "How�delightful that you could join us."
"The pleasure is mine," she returned amiably. "Thank you for having me."

Well, this was going wonderfully, Harry thought as he cast a desperate look over towards Lupin. He gave it no more than fifteen minutes before someone had their wand at the ready, threatening to hex someone else. Really, there was no way this could go well.
"I'd say you are welcome but�" Snape trailed off, catching Harry's look and smiling at it. Feeling a cold trickle travel down his spine, Harry met the man's gaze and held it. He knew that whenever Snape smiled, actually smiled at him then something unpleasant was going to follow.
"Draco," he continued airily. "Did you know we have a new member of staff at the school?"
Draco accepted his glass of wine before turning to his Godfather, brow raised. "Oh?" he asked in bored indulgence.
"Mmm," Snape replied offhandedly. "Mr. Potter, perhaps you would care to explain."
The. Git. Harry could have climbed over the table and pulled that greasy, smug little head clean off of his shoulders right there and then, if he wasn't also overcome by the need to climb under the table and hide in embarrassment.
So instead, he simply smiled tightly at Snape, fingers idly running over the knife at his place as he considered all the gratifying things he could use it for; none of which involved food.
"Dumbledore asked me to take over from Madam Hooch when she leaves," he replied eventually, not meeting Malfoy's gaze.
"How � agreeable of him," Draco answered expressionlessly. Inwardly, he felt slighted Harry hadn�t thought to mention it to him, but he shrugged it off as it probably was not any of his business. What were six shared kisses, anyway?
He turned back to his Godfather. "Why is Hooch leaving and so suddenly?"
"Pregnant, apparently." Snape replied; dismissing the 'it isn't any of our concern and not our place to tell people' look, that Lupin shot him with a soft snort.
"Pregnant?" Draco echoed with a small shiver. "And here I thought her only fuck interests lied with McGonagall and Dumbledore. And that," he concluded as he made a face, "does not consider thinking about."
Having decided that alcohol was the best way to drown any sort of embarrassment, Harry had been taking a sip from his glass, and promptly choked.
Gathering what remained of his dignity, he set his glass down carefully on the table and stared wide-eyed at Malfoy. "So I wasn't just imagining it then?"
Draco turned back to Harry with a gleam in his eye that would have sent most people running. "You were imagining about it? Harry, really. Surely you could come up with better fantasies than that. Remind me to help you with that later; I have stories that would be my pleasure to enlighten you with. Much better threesomes than that. In fact I could - "
Snape threw a warning look towards Draco, making it perfectly clear that even should he wish to, completing that sentence would be a very bad idea.
Meanwhile, Harry watched with interest. Snape's reaction naturally only piquing his own curiosity more as he figured that anything that Snape so desperately wanted to keep quiet must be worth hearing about. He only hoped that it didn't involve him, because the thought of him and Lupin was bad enough, without... Yeah, he wasn't going to think about that at all. Not if he was planning on eating soon at any rate.
"Really?" he replied offhandedly, ignoring Snape's menacing gaze that came to rest on him the moment he spoke. "Yeah, will definitely have to remind you about that later."
Remus made a small coughing noise into his glass as he laughed quietly, not at all disturbed when Severus turned his nasty look on him. He smiled warmly in reply before turning to Draco. "I doubt Dumbledore could get anyone impregnated anyway."
Draco caught the look his Godfather was giving him and Remus and nodded as demurely as he could. He turned his attention back to his plate, and a silence fell over the dinner table once more.
"Very good dinner, I rather do like fish," Granger said after a few minutes.
Draco threw his hand back and laughed, so surprised he was by her statement and her obvious innocence behind it. "Oh aye?" he asked in-between deep breaths. "Remind me to send you Pansy�s address in that case."
Granger went scarlet as his meaning sank in, which only served to make Draco laugh harder. "Don�t worry, she won�t bite unless you ask. In fact, she rather prefers it to be the other way around. Say, perhaps we could work out a deal? You, Pansy, me? I�ll bring the camera, of course. Could sell the pictures to PlayWizard," he mused. "Would do good for interHouse unity. Dumbledore�s big on that you know."
Harry laid his fork back down on the table, pushing his plate away from him to indicate that he was done eating, before resting his elbow on the table and covering his mouth with his hand, trying to hide the fact that he was desperately trying not to laugh.
He felt sorry for Hermione, he really did. Malfoy was shameless in his teasing, and although he knew that Hermione was more than a match for him, he also knew how hard she was trying to behave and remain civil to him. Besides, Harry wasn't altogether certain Malfoy was teasing.
"Draco�" he choked softly, catching the other wizard's eye and shaking his head slightly. "Not sure Ron would be agreeable to that. He's a little possessive over Hermione."
Reaching over, Harry laid a hand atop Hermione's, allowing it remain there for a moment, but unable to bring himself to meet her gaze.
Only Harry�s statement of the Weasel being with Granger and his knowing that Harry would never hurt his friend in such a manner stopped Draco from hexing Granger on the spot for Harry touching her. He turned to her then, taking in her flushed checks, most likely pink from embarrassment as much as restrained from cursing him. "If you�re that into redheads, might I suggest Bill and Charlie. Much better in the looks department."
Harry sighed, holding his hands up in defeat as he settled back into his chair, and polishing off the remainder of the wine in his glass. He knew he had said he would never get drunk again, but the prospect was beginning to look more and more appealing by the second, and mentally he started a countdown until the first hex was hurled.
"Got any more of that extra potent whisky of yours, Lupin?" Harry asked with a smile.
Hermione seemed to have found her voice again, and she ignored everyone else as she turned to Malfoy. "Bill and Charlie."
"Mmm," Draco agreed around a mouthful of wine. "Good in bed. Great shags. Hot to watch together."
"Lupin, I think I will have some whisky too," Hermione said faintly.

Draco just shrugged and sat back in his chair, looking pleased with himself. Once Harry�s attention turned to the glass of whisky Remus passed to him, Draco slipped a foot into the leg of Harry�s trousers.
Harry felt himself jump slightly at the contact, managing somehow to contain his surprise and not make an embarrassment of himself for the second time that evening, although something told him that Malfoy had waited for that exact moment for a reason. Really, it wouldn't surprise him if he was just trying to evoke a reaction from him, and so Harry lazily slid eyes up Malfoy's face, allowing them to fix on the other man's while simultaneously bringing the glass to his lips and taking a sip, laying the glass back down and collecting the few remaining errant drops with his tongue.
"Thank you Lupin," he smiled. "Although don't let me have too much will you. Unless someone wants to carry me back to my room I'm going to have to have the use of my legs."
"You know," Draco said, commanding the conversation again, "some how I am less and less surprised with your revelation from last night. Because you, quite clearly, are evil."
"Don't know what you mean," Harry replied, moulding his face into his best innocent expression while inwardly feeling quite pleased with himself. "Hermione, am I in the least bit evil at all?"
"Disgustingly so," she replied promptly, even as she glanced bemusedly between Malfoy and Harry.
"Traitor," Harry pouted teasingly at her, but shrugged. Secretly he was a little pleased that Hermione and Malfoy seemed to have found something at least to agree on. Everything had to start somewhere he supposed.
"Lupin, are you going to side against me as well?"
"Am I supposed to?" Remus asked in amusement. "Although after this morning I am inclined to agree with the evil theory."
"You are all bloody traitors," Harry frowned, slumping back into his seat and crossing his arms over his chest. "And anyway, none of that was my fault. I was just doing what I was told."
"You mean you will always do as I tell you?" Draco mused. "My, that does have possibilities."
"Not always no," Harry replied, taking another sip from his glass and idly swirling the remainder around the bottom. He shuddered to think what Hermione was going to say about all this once she got him alone again. No doubt, he was in for another serious round of questioning. Maybe getting drunk wasn't such a bad idea after all.
With another shrug, he knocked back the remaining whisky in his glass before returning his gaze to Malfoy. " I can usually be convinced though. Just need to know how to do it."
"Oh, I think I can handle it. I seemed to do a rather good job of is last night, if I recall correctly," Draco drawled in reply, his foot working farther up Harry�s leg.
Oh yes, Harry was definitely in for the third degree later, drunk or not.
"Was drunk," he replied, biting gently on his bottom lip to keep from gasping at all the wonderful, inappropriate feelings the sensation of Malfoy's foot on his leg were creating. "Not so easy to get round sober, you know."
"You weren�t drunk this morning," Draco reminded him. "And you were much more� willing to listen to my instructions, too."
Squirming a little, Harry knew that the wise thing to do would be to just move his leg away; to cross them at the ankles and place them under the seat of his chair, away from wicked roaming feet that were driving him slowly around the bend. Somehow, however he couldn't bring himself to move away from the warmth, and the closeness and so he didn't. Besides, Harry never usually did the wise thing, so why should he start now?
"Well yeah," he said nonchalantly after a few moments. "But then it's easy to convince someone to do something that they really want to do anyway, so that doesn't count." He grinned at Lupin and shrugged. "It's not like you didn't get your own back."
Snape watched the entire interaction with a quiet detachment. He knew Draco wanted Potter, for whatever reason, and Potter interestingly enough, seemed to reciprocate. Not that the idea of anyone wanting Draco was unusual, but that Potter did, certainly was. Frankly, the thought made him feel a little ill, but then there was that reference to the previous night again. Potter's revelation, whatever that was and hints of him perhaps not being the Golden Boy that everyone assumed him to be. Even Granger seemed to agree that he at times was less than the perfect little Gryffindor, and Merlin knew that infuriating girl never seemed to be wrong.
Interesting.
Snorting softly, he too pushed his now empty plate away from him and settled back in his chair.
"Perhaps you two would like to go somewhere a little more private to finish your�discussion." Snape drawled sounding decidedly bored despite the fact that he was anything but.
Draco waited until Hermione was busy asking Remus a question before he turned to his Godfather. "Was that request a desire to join us?" he asked with a quirk of his mouth.
"Generous as always, Draco." Snape murmured softly, unable to conceal his amusement despite his best efforts. "However no. I think I shall sit this one out. For the moment at least."
Well, it wouldn't hurt to indulge the idea, however�unfavourable it seemed at present, Snape thought. If Draco liked him there had to be something about the boy worth exploring.
That had not been the answer Draco had been expecting, and he nearly, very nearly, choked on his wine as his foot fell away from Harry�s leg.
Harry felt a twinge of disappointment as Malfoy's foot retreated, but he refused to show any indication that it bothered him, although he had a fair idea that it had something to do with what Snape had just whispered to him.
"Well, I don't know what he said to you," Harry said eventually, one brow arching in amusement. "But I do believe that this is the quietest I have ever seen you, Malfoy."
Startled again, Draco glanced at Harry before scowling and turning back to his wineglass. "And if I were a Gryffindor who was not really a Gryffindor, I suppose that right about now I would be crossing my arms in an attempt to prove I was able to be quiet, yes?"
"Yeah, sounds about right." Harry laughed. "But then there isn't really any doubt about where you belong, is there?"
Harry cast a quick glance towards Snape, and could tell that the man was beginning to get infuriated with not knowing what they were talking about. He tried, of course, to pretend he didn't care, but Harry had studied him long enough to know that the bridge of his nose wrinkled just like that when he was trying to appear disinterested in something that he was really dying to know about. Not that Harry paid attention to Snape usually, but during he thought he was working for Voldemort, it had been a good idea to observe him closely and get to know specific little habits that he had.
"No more so than where you belonged for certain," Draco replied with a grin.
"Malfoy, are you trying to imply that the Sorting Hat was wrong? Because I don't think it would appreciate that. It's a little sensitive, I think."
By now, Snape looked like he was ready to explode, his lips were becoming ever tighter and his eyes were making a point of looking everywhere but at Draco and Potter. Secretly, this immensely amused Harry, although he was beginning to think that perhaps maybe they should tell him. It would be a shame to allow Snape to ruin what had been a surprisingly enjoyable dinner by throwing one of his tantrums. But then again, everyone here was used to Snape and his tantrums so really it wouldn't matter much if he did.
"Harry," Draco said, lips twitching. "I really am rather fond of my Godfather, you know."
Harry bit back the snap reply of 'I can't imagine why' and shrugged, taking the hint to let the matter drop.
"Probably shouldn't have brought it up then, should you," he grinned in reply. Turning his attention to Snape, Harry smirked as the other man merely glared at him. "Apologies, Sir for any�distress we�I mean I might have caused you."
Snape barely resisted the urge to snarl at Potter in reply and demand that he tell him what the hell was going on, and that his suspicions where incorrect. He was many things, but he wasn't stupid. Talks of sorting hats and Potter being evil; it was almost as though they were trying to suggest that Potter should have been placed in Slytherin, and the idea alone was completely preposterous. However, it also made a sickening sort of sense that Snape was trying his level best to eject from his mind.
"See Harry? Utter evil, you are," Draco announced before turning toward Remus, leaving Harry to his own devices.
Harry smirked then, casting a final look at Snape before turning back to Hermione. "You okay?" he asked, a note of concern in his voice. He felt a little guilty about not speaking to her much. He'd noticed her talking with Lupin, but still, it was his fault she was being subjected to this so really he should have been paying more attention.
"I�m fine," she replied dryly. "A bit surprised, and waiting for the boot to fall, but otherwise fine. And I believe you owe me an explanation. Or three."
"Just three?" Humour was hardly appropriate at the moment Harry knew, but he couldn't exactly launch into said explanations here. "I'll explain what you want to know, providing I can answer it later, I promise."
"You�ll be busy later," Draco said casually before once again turning back to Remus.
Rolling his eyes, Harry shook his head, although admittedly a little curious about what it was that he was going to be busy with later.
"At some point later, I'll explain." he promised, before smiling at his friend. "I'm glad you're here."
"Oh, so you wanted me tortured?" Hermione teased.
"Course," Harry grinned, feeling his concern slowly ebb away from him. "I'm evil after all. Isn't that what we evil people do?"
"I�m certain I wouldn�t know," Hermione replied. "But I suppose that does sound � Slytherin of you."
"Oh, come on Hermione, you know better than that." Harry replied, flashing her an amused grin. "At least you ought to, at any rate. If not, I might have to reconsider this whole best friend thing. Find someone who actually pays attention."
"I�m sorry Harry, what was that? I must have not been paying attention, as I seemed to have not heard you."
Snorting softly, Harry shook his head and began gathering the empty plates. Lupin had prepared dinner after all, the least Harry could do was help with the clearing up. He knew the House Elves would happily to it, but he wanted something to focus on anyway.
Draco watched as Remus followed suit, and turned to smirk at his Godfather. He turned, patted Severus on the lap with a wink, and then turned to Granger. "Shall we? I think with the fortitude of warm feelings, which may just as well been the wine, that I am ready for your inquisition."
Snape raised a brow at Draco, expression just falling short of glaring.
"Do be sure to handle him with care, Miss Granger." Snape replied, lips curling slightly into a sneer. "We would hate for there to be an argument and, perhaps a small accident. We rather need him with all his�limbs, firmly attached to his body."
Draco snorted as he stood, waited until Granger had done the same, and then led the way into the other room.
"Please, sit," he intoned.
She stood, arms crossed.
"Or don�t," he added.
"Look, Malfoy. I don�t like you, you don�t like me, I don�t trust you, and I certainly don�t trust you with Harry."
He had been expecting the lack of trust, the dislike. It was known neither of them liked each other, and Draco had no desire to change that. What Draco was not prepared for was how much her remark about Harry affected him. "Your approval means fuck all to me, Granger. I do not care if you trust me. Harry does, and he is worth ten of you," Draco snarled back.
That gave Hermione pause. She had sat through dinner with them flirting back and forth, and once the shock had worn off, she had noticed that they seemed� comfortable about it. But Draco�s profession was the first good thing she had ever heard him say about Harry. "He said you didn�t take the Mark, but wouldn�t tell me why."
"Nor is it any of your business," Draco countered.
"It is damn well my business if you made Harry yours!"
"You are not his bloody keeper, Granger and my life is none of your concern!"
"No I am not his keeper Malfoy,� Hermione sighed. "I am his friend, and I care about him. Surely that cannot be so foreign a concept to you."
"Of course it is," he drawled. "Slytherins don�t have friends. Isn�t that what you think?"
"No!" Hermione replied, a little too quickly. "Of course not."
Draco snorted. "For all your cries of harmony and accord, you are as prejudiced as the nastiest Slytherin, and don�t bother to deny it."
He did not wait for a reply, just unbuttoned his shirt before lifting it over his head. He held his arms out to her and raised a brow.
Hermione did not falter as she crossed the room, taking one of Draco�s arms into her hands and running her fingers which and every way across. As far as she knew there was no way one could hide the remains of a Dark Mark, but she wasn�t going to put it past Malfoy to try.
- 9
- 10
- 11
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Dignosco Perturbatio