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Elven Desire	By : StrawberryGirl87 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12513 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter Twelve – Ripples
More letters arrived from Hogwarts the next day. It was the tenth of August and they had twenty-one days remaining of the holidays until they returned to Hogwarts . Harry’s letter informed him that he had been made Quidditch captain, which answered the question that had caused endless debates amongst the boys about whether or not they would be allowed to play this year.
Hermione had, of course, received her head girl badge, Ron was a prefect along with Ginny. Molly couldn’t have been prouder of them all, though she had given them a firm telling off regardless. She might have let it slide the night before but she hadn’t been impressed that the teenagers had managed to sneak more highly intoxicating liquor past her again. She could understand the need to blow off steam, especially after everything they had been through, however she didn’t think that becoming inebriated as one of the best ways to do it.
Despite his new position on the Gryffindor Quidditch team to occupy his mind, Harry couldn’t stop thinking about the previous evening. He had practically thrown himself at Draco after a little too much fire whiskey, which was highly embarrassing as it was but the blonde had refused him which made the whole situation worse.
Though, Harry could admit that Draco’s reasons behind why he had refused him had been so sweet and heartfelt that it had been difficult to say goodbye to him when it had come time for him to go home. He had wanted Draco to stay so that he could hold him while they slept but he had had to return to Malfoy Manor.
When the suggestion had been made that Draco might stay the night, Molly had paled considerably, her rosy red cheeks fading at the thought. She was not ready for the idea that her precious babies were sharing their beds with potential lovers. Molly so far remained blissfully unaware that Hermione had been sneaking into Ron’s room at night since the beginning of the summer. The two of them had become rather practised at casting silencing charms and keeping their secret from everyone apart from Harry and Ginny. Molly would have been horrified if she had known what her youngest son was up to with his girlfriend at night.
Harry picked at his breakfast, lost in thought about what Draco had said to him the night before. His first time would be special and it would last for hours. It wouldn’t be just a quick fumble and they would wake up together the next morning. Harry had to suppress the flutter in his heart as he thought about what their first time together would be like. The image of the two of them together in that way was playing over in his mind on an endless loop, distracting him from his breakfast.
He had to hastily remind himself that he couldn’t fall in love, if he did then Draco would either die or leave and Harry would end up hurting again. He couldn’t handle anymore hurt or heartache, Harry doubted that he’d be able to survive it. He needed to protect himself from that and in the process protect Draco too.
“You alright mate?” Ron asked with concern, looking at his best friend with worry in his eyes. His mother was bustling around them cooking more food than they could ever hope to get through. She was enjoying it though, it wouldn’t be long before they were all going back to Hogwarts and her house would be empty again.
“Yeah,” Harry said, snapping out of his pleasant and somewhat erotic thoughts. “I was thinking about-”
“Draco?” Hermione interrupted, casting a knowing smile to Ginny who returned it. They had all taken it in their stride that the youngest Weasley looked tired this morning. No one thought to question it though as none of them were free from nightmares after the war, they all had their demons and no one like to talk about them.
Harry glared at the two girls who were close to sniggering in delight at catching him daydreaming about his boyfriend. “Actually, I was thinking about going to Grimmauld place today, just to make sure everything is in order and that Kreacher is alright. I plan on moving there once I graduate and I’d rather not have loads to do while I’m looking for work too.”
“I’m not sure I like the idea of you living in that awful place on your own,” Molly said as she put another portion of scrambled egg on Harry’s plate. She might not have known how to approach the boy about his lack of food intake but that didn’t mean she hadn’t noticed how little he had been eating. She was determined to make him eat a little more. Harry only grimaced, he really wasn’t hungry. Molly could have put a whole treacle tart in front of him and he wouldn’t have taken more than a couple bites.
The moment that Molly’s back was turned he pushed the extra portion of eggs on to Ron’s plate, which the red head accepted without question or comment. It did not escape Hermione’s keen eye however, she had also picked up on how little he had been consuming and how frequently he had been skipping meals. Even at the feast the previous evening he’d eaten very little and what he had eaten mainly consisted of treacle tart.
“Well, I was actually thinking of asking Ron and Hermione to move in with me. There is plenty of room there after all and we’ll be all working most of the time,” Harry said, “Ginny too, if she hasn’t found a handsome young man to settle with,” he added with a grin to the seventeen year old witch.
Ginny only made a face at him in response which made Harry laugh. Molly felt abandoned but tried to hide it as best she could, however the idea that by this time next year her nest would be empty left her feeling heart broken. Her children, both biological and adopted, were all grown up now and they were making their own way in the world. It wouldn’t be long before she would be a grandmother, she was sure and that thought terrified her.
Bill and Fleur were already trying to conceive their first, she should have been thrilled by this but as she looked at her last four children under her care she couldn’t help but be saddened. The war had cost her a lot and the teenagers at her kitchen table had all suffered more than they should have done. They had grown up far too quickly, maturing beyond what was necessary for ones so young. She had to constantly remind herself that the previous year Harry, Ron and Hermione had been on the run, they had avoided Deatheaters and Snatchers, successfully taking care of themselves for a full year. They weren’t exactly children anymore.
“That would be great,” Hermione said, smiling. Ron was also nodding in agreement. “We can make it really homey,” she added, thinking of all the dark colours and gloom and how depressing they were. She’d soon be able to change that.
“Why don’t you come with me today, I could always use the help.” Harry suggested. He would have much preferred to have some company while sorting out the Black family residence, preferably company that wasn’t a grumpy and slightly cantankerous house elf that had the tendency to spew out foul profanities at any given moment.
“I’d love to but Ron and I are going to go and try and find my parents today,” she said with a little disappointment. “I wanted to find them and spend some time with them before school started.” Harry could understand Hermione’s need to see her family. She had fought very hard to protect them while the war had raged and she deserved to be reunited with them now.
Harry found himself glad that the two of them would be going together. After the argument that he had overheard he had been concerned about the two of them but he was happy that they were doing this as a couple.
It would give them a chance to just be the two of them and to figure out what that meant. It had always been the three of them, the golden trio of Gryffindor. Even after the war had ended they had all just moved into the Burrow and carried on as if nothing had changed. However something had changed, they were girlfriend and boyfriend now and they needed to establish that with one another without Harry acting as a third wheel.
“That’s okay, Gin, what about you, willing to help with a bit of cleaning today?” Harry asked hopefully giving her a winning smile which made her laugh.
“Don’t even think about it young lady,” Molly said firmly before Ginny could say anything, “you’re going to be helping me clear up here.”
Ginny’s shoulders slumped as she let out a groan, “Sorry Harry,” she said with a grimace, “maybe you could ask Draco to help you.” With this suggestion she gave Harry a wicked grin and a sly wink.
“What a brilliant idea,” Hermione said happily, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she agreed with her friend.
Ron rolled his eyes. “Oh yeah,” he said with heavy scepticism, “I can see a lot of cleaning getting done in that scenario. Just the two of them, alone, in a big, empty house.”
“Ronald!” Molly scolded her youngest son as Hermione and Ginny collapsed in a fit of giggles. “Harry is much too mature for antics like that, unlike the three of you,” she said disapprovingly which only made the two girls laugh harder as Ron grimaced at the scolding from his mother.
Harry beamed at her, “thank you, Molly,” he said happily and she ruffled his hair affectionately, careful not to accidentally touch his still sensitive ears. However he had to admit that Ron wasn’t too far off the mark judging by the avenue that Harry’s thoughts had been taking this morning. He had already made himself orgasm in the shower thinking of Draco. Harry was sure that Mrs Weasley thought far too highly of him. He didn’t want to disillusion her though, Harry was quite happy to have her think that way about him.
HPDM
“Tilly, we have been friends for years, why would I turn on Blaise in such a way?” Narcissa asked. She had not been expecting her best friend to visit her this morning. Since Blaise’s unsavoury display at her dinner party for Harry, Narcissa had received no correspondence from Tillantha Zabini until she had shown up unannounced. This was not the done thing in their world of high society, in fact it was highly frowned upon.
This had ruffled Narcissa’s feathers as she had expected a written apology, at the very least after Blaise’s unacceptable behaviour and hadn’t expected for his enraged mother to appear out of her fireplace. Judging by the discontented witch before her Narcissa knew that apologising was the very last thing on Tilly’s mind. Though, come to think about it, Narcissa didn’t think that she had ever seen Tilly look apologetic in her life, let alone say the actual words.
“Your son viciously attacked my Blaise! He could have killed him,” Tillantha said pointedly, attempting to keep her dignity intact but her fingers were itching to step forward and slap the beautiful face of her once best friend. She was not happy, Blaise had told her everything, at least his version of everything, and she wouldn’t stand for her child to be treated in such a manner.
“Draco was protecting his boyfriend, who was attacked rather violently by your son who seemed set on making sexual advances on the poor boy. I have never witnessed such a poor display of behaviour,” Narcissa returned with a sneer. Clearly things were not going to be settled between them with any ease or simplicity and it didn’t appear that the disagreement would be settled within the next few hours either.
“My Blaise wouldn’t touch that filthy half-blood, Potter,” Tilly said indignity, refusing to believe it. “You sully the name of Malfoy by allowing Draco to continue publicly fraternizing with him. Lucius would have a fit if he knew you were allowing his blood line to be polluted in such a way.” She surveyed Narcissa in disgust, the once formidable woman, so proud of her status, had sunk so very low. The Potter boy’s mother was a mudblood, his father may have been a pureblood but he had married beneath him and the resulting spawn was not fit to be seen in pureblood circles.
“My husband is in Azkaban for his crimes, all due to the pompous belief in keeping the blood lines pure.” Narcissa said coolly, sneering at the woman before her, “At least I have managed to hold on to the husband that gave me my child though, whether he is in Azkaban or not.”
Tilly narrowed her eyes in hatred and loathing for the other woman who dared bring marriages into the argument. “Only because you lack the imagination to get rid of him and he is locked up in Azkaban, which inconveniently doesn’t allow their convicts divorce lawyers.”
“Well, you’d know all about divorce lawyers, Tilly, I bet they’re great fans of you with the money you throw at them.” Narcissa purred vindictively. “Have you made an appointment with them to talk about your most recent catch yet or will you wait a few more weeks before you do that? If this one survives at all.”
“At least I am not under the delusion that marriage is about love. It is about power and status, nothing more and nothing less. Love is a trivial thing in comparison. Blaise and Pansy will be married, ensuring the purity of the blood line and powerful children to carry on our great families.” Tilly returned, she had no idea that Narcissa Malfoy, formally a Black could be so delusional to think that love mattered at all.
“If Draco loves Harry Potter and wants to be with him I have no problem with that. In fact I wouldn’t have no problem with it even if he were a muggleborn because he is more powerful than your son and his future wife combined.” Narcissa returned with smug satisfaction that she knew her words to be true.
“Power is nothing when it comes from one who refuses to use it, frittering it away on vanquishing the one man who could have raised our world to greatness.”
“This nonsense about the purity of blood has to stop; The Dark Lord had no intention of raising our world to greatness. He was content to fill it with fear and pain. I am proud of the role I took in his downfall!” Narcissa said with pride, staring down Tilly, refusing to let this pathetic excuse for a witch have any hold over her.
“I never thought I would live to see the day that you became a blood-traitor, being so proud of the destruction of our Lord!” Tilly sneered, glaring at her, unable to believe that she was such a lost cause, such a shame too because she knew far too much.
“Look, whatever your views and whether or not you wish to acknowledge it, your son wanted Harry as his own. Blaise wanted him so much that he attacked the boy after he was rejected. That is not Draco’s fault. If you cannot accept this and move on then our friendship is over.” Narcissa spoke coolly and calmly, glaring at the woman she had known since their sons were new born babies.
She couldn’t believe how attached Tilly was to the old ways of thinking. The war had changed all of that or it was supposed to have changed it all. Voldemort was gone, there was no need to be so vile about it but clearly there were some that couldn’t let go.
Harry Potter had taken down the darkest wizard known to wizard kind, to think that Tilly would shun him for being only a half-blood seemed ludicrous. The Potter’s had been pureblood after all, descended from Godric Gryffindor.
“Then our friendship is over, Cissy,” Tilly said with little emotion in her voice. “I doubt any of the others will welcome you as a friend either once I tell them about your son and how easily you accepted his affair with Potter.” Her voice was shrill and her gaze hardening with every word that she spoke, the word affair rolling off her tongue in distaste. “I never thought I would see the day when the proud Malfoy family would fall from grace,” she said coldly giving Narcissa a look of disgust.
The blonde returned the frosty look, never wavering in her stand against Tillantha Zabini who was a formidable woman. Compared to the meek framed Narcissa she was rather on the large side but that did not faze Narcissa in the slightest.
“My son means more to me than you will ever know. If he has fallen in love with Harry Potter then so be it. At least he will be happy. I would much prefer that than for him to be stuck in an arranged marriage, loathing his bride. You know Blaise will never be happy with Pansy Parkinson as his wife but you are too blinded by tradition and blood status to see it,” Narcissa said heatedly before summoning a house elf to her. Her patience having run thin on the matter already.
“How may Pety be of service to you this morning Lady Malfoy?” the creature asked as he bowed his head so low that his nose touched the ground.
“Please escort Mrs Zabini to the floo network and ensure that she leaves, she is no longer welcome here,” Narcissa said, her voice dripping with icicles as she glared at her former friend.
“This isn’t over between us,” Tilly warned as the house elf attempted to usher her from the room.
“I am sure that it is not,” Narcissa responded, watching in satisfaction as Tilly was escorted from the room rather roughly by the little elf. “If you desire a feud then by all means start one, I am not afraid of you.”
“We shall see,” Tilly said with a smile that held a hidden secret. Narcissa watched carefully as the other woman was forced to leave Malfoy Manor by a rather irate house elf, a sight that brought Narcissa great joy.
Tilly had heard that Narcissa had gone against the Dark Lord, lied to him to save the Potter boy. The way she was acting now just confirmed that she was no longer loyal to the dark side. She had become weak and now was of no use them. However she knew too much and that wouldn’t do.
Draco had been sat on the landing, just out of sight, listening to the two women arguing. The ripples from his and Harry’s relationship were already starting to spread uncontrollably. Now with the talk of feuds it could get dangerous. There hadn’t been a feud in years, they were violent, messy and no family member was safe from them no matter how old or young. It was just another headache to worry about. Draco hated that it was his choice of partner that was causing the upset but it made him happy to know that his mother had defended him and Harry, no matter what the consequences would be for her.
If the Malfoy’s and the Zabini’s were really going to feud then there was potential for blood to be spilt and some feud’s had been known to result in many deaths. Being at Hogwarts and therefore within close proximity to Blaise would be tiring and time consuming. This was especially the case seeing as Harry could be used as a weapon to get to him. It enraged him to think that Blaise might stoop low enough to drag Harry into their family dispute but he wouldn’t have put anything past the other Slytherin’s.
Draco wasn’t even sure that with everything else that was going on and what he had to think about that it was even worth going back to school to take his N.E.W.T’s. It wasn’t likely that he would be able to dedicate enough attention to his forthcoming exams.
Failure wasn’t usually an option in the Malfoy household but he knew that he would go regardless of if he passed his exams at the end of the year, he’d go because he had to protect Harry from Blaise. Besides, he wouldn’t get another opportunity like this one in regards to his N.E.W.T’s. However it wasn’t likely to be easy, the whole situation was already giving him a headache.
Even with the help of the Gryffindor’s protecting Harry from everything was going to be the most challenging. The teenager tended to attract trouble, even with Voldemort dead he couldn’t seem to keep out of the centre of the brewing storm.
HPDM
Dean Thomas paced the length of his bedroom. He was not in the best of moods, though that was perhaps putting it lightly. He didn’t understand why Ginny was acting this way. He was in love with her, irreversibly, passionately and uncontrollably. They spent time together socially as friends, they got on really well. It was beyond him why she was resisting him.
He sighed, looking at the photograph he had of the two of them together. It had been taken in his sixth and her fifth year, before the war and Harry Potter had ruined everything. Her brilliant red hair was cascading down her back as she laughed and hugged him. Her beautiful milky white skin scattered with light brown freckles. Oh how he longed to touch her, to tell her how much he loved her as he buried himself within her warmth. He was desperate to have her as his own. It was her obsession with Harry that had broken them apart. Now Potter was Elven and dating Malfoy and she had no chance with him. That had made Dean angry, he had lost his girlfriend to a damned gay elf!
After everything the hero had done he did reserve an ounce of respect, however all Dean felt was an undeniable spark of hatred. It was Harry’s fault that he had lost Ginny and he would forever hold that against him.
This school year he was going to win back his girl, he didn’t care what it took, he would have her one way or another, willingly or not and Harry Potter was not going to stand in his way again. If he did then Dean would deal with him.
HPDM
Twelve men, all of varying ages, looks and temperaments were gathered around a large circular table made of solid oak. They were all muttering about a most interesting letter that they had received from one Blaise Zabini. The cavernous room where all Elven council meetings were held was crackling with interest and excitement at the news they had just received.
All twelve council members had been aware of the wizarding war that had raged the previous year, though it had not been their business to get involved. Elven kind after all did not involve themselves in the business of other races. However they had kept a keen eye on the youngsters who had participated, knowing full well that the stress of fighting such a battle could very well see a spike of eighteen year olds coming into creature inheritance, which interested them greatly.
So far the council were aware of four Hogwarts students that had become Elven. Half breed or not they were still considered kin. It also seemed that they were about to add a fifth name to that list. It was a name attached to much in the way of power and prestige. One of their new younglings had informed them of a new submissive coming into his inheritance. This new submissive was none other than the hero of the war himself, Harry James Potter.
The boy had no parents and strictly speaking no guardians either, he hadn’t known that creature inheritance was even a possibility until he had turned eighteen on the 31st of July. The fact that he had no one to guide him concerned the Elven council greatly, especially so considering he was a submissive. It excited them to have a male submissive in their numbers again, it had been their hopes that the spike in young witches and wizards coming into their inheritance would increase the numbers of submissive Elven, male or otherwise.
“We must make a decision,” An older council member said, he was tall, dark haired with olive skin and dark brown eyes. A serious look graced his elderly yet still handsome face. “The boy will need protection.”
“Perhaps you should be the one to go Belen, you after all are already mated, you would not pose a threat,” a woman said, she too was dark haired but her skin was milky white and eyes a cornflower blue.
“I would happily volunteer my services,” the man, Belen said, though he did not relish being away from his mate for any length of time. He would miss his little ones too but council duties took precedent over family obligations. It would be an honour to protect and guide the famous Harry Potter as he discovered his inheritance, not only for himself but for his family as well.
“That settles it,” the oldest of all the council members said to a murmur of agreement, “Belen will go and ensure that Mr Potter is well informed and protected. We need to ensure that he becomes mated with one of our strongest dominants; the children they will produce will be extremely powerful. I hope you realise the gravity of this task Belen.”
“Of course, perhaps I will seek out a teaching position at the school. I’ll be close to him then and won’t raise the suspicion of the other students,” Belen said, again this was met with a murmur of agreement. The plan was set.
HPDM
Harry used the floo network to get to number twelve Grimmauld place, going alone just before lunch. He had sent Padfoot with a message to Draco shortly after breakfast to tell him where he was if he had the inclination to join him. For all Harry knew, Draco was busy today or simply wouldn’t want to see him after the previous evening’s festivities. He didn’t hold out much hope of having his boyfriend as company today.
He stumbled from the kitchen fireplace, falling to his knees and bracing himself on his palms as his hands connected with the slabs of solid stone that made up the kitchen floor. Harry despised travelling by floo, with his natural clumsiness it was an accident waiting to happen. Standing up, he brushed himself down with a sigh.
Looking around the kitchen he could see that Kreacher had at least been doing his job as the place was spotless. Not a trace of dust or dirt remained anywhere. Calling out for the cantankerous house elf, Harry moved to the door, starting to climb the stairs to the ground floor hallway, which was as dark and gloomy as always. Kreacher popped into view a few moments later and bowed deeply to his master.
“How can Kreacher be of service Mr Harry Potter, Sir?” the elf asked, rising from his bow.
“I’m going to be making the house a bit more habitable today, Kreacher, I plan on moving here permanently once I’ve graduated from Hogwarts. You’ve been doing a great job keeping this place clean and tidy and I’m really impressed,” Harry said happily to the house elf who, despite still remaining as a grumpy little thing, had warmed to Harry ever so slightly. Harry reminded the elf of his precious Regulus. Kreacher smiled at his master at being praised.
“Thank you, Mr Harry Potter, Sir,” Kreacher responded with another bow.
“What do you think about adding two more house elves to help you? You would be in charge of them and delegating their duties as you know the house so well. What do you think?” Harry was going to buy another couple of house elves regardless of what Kreacher thought but he was prepared to treat the grumpy creature like he was extremely important and vital if only to assure a greater loyalty to him.
“Master is asking Kreacher?” the tiny creature asked in disbelief.
“I am,” Harry confirmed.
“Kreacher would greatly appreciate more help to take care of the Black House, Sir.”
“Brilliant, could you take care of finding the two new elves for me, I trust you will have only the highest of standards,” Harry asked of the elf who gave an excited nod, bowed low and popped out of sight, presumably to do as he had been told.
Now Harry just had one more job to do before he could start his work on the house. He strolled confidently to the covered portrait of Mrs Black, Sirius’ mother. Bracing himself for the scream, he withdrew his wand and opened the curtain.
As expected the blood curdling scream tore through the house but Harry stood firm, putting his wand to the canvas. “Enough!” he roared and Mrs Black stopped.
“Filthy half-blood!” Walburga Black screeched at him.
“Yes, yes,” Harry responded tirelessly. “I have things to say to you, are you willing to listen?” The elegant woman in the portrait narrowed her eyes at Harry in suspicion but nodded. “Good, now you are no doubt aware that both of your two sons are dead and this house now belongs to me, as does the Black family fortune,” Harry said and Walburga’s response was to sneer at him. “I intend to made this house my home and I don’t expect you to like it but neither of us is going anywhere, not with your permanent sticking charm. Though it may interest you to know that I’m involved with your great nephew, who is the only heir to the Malfoy name. I’m also sure that you are aware that your Aunt Dorea married a Potter and that however distantly, we are related. So here is the deal, you learn to tolerate me and my friends, I’ll be respectful of the house, restoring it to its former glory. You’ll remain uncovered and eventually there will be children to carry on the name of Black. How does that sound?”
Walburga Black seemed to consider this for a moment, musing over what Harry had said before giving a curt nod and a muttered, “fine”, which Harry knew was going to be the best he would get from her. He was proud of himself that he had even managed to get the portrait to listen to him, let alone to agree. However at least he now didn’t have to deal with her screaming anymore. This was something that he was very grateful for. If he was going to live here permanently he couldn’t very well have her screaming the place down on a daily basis.
He had been really surprised when he’d found a Potter on the Black family tree and traced it to be his family ancestor. Harry had found it to be a comfort to know that he was related to Sirius however distantly. However he was also greatly relieved to know that he wasn’t closely related to Draco. He wouldn’t have wanted to marry his own cousin, first, second or whatever. It would have been far too weird. It did however mean that he was finally starting to find an identity. He also felt less guilty about accepting all the property and wealth associated with the noble and ancient house of Black because he now knew that he belonged to the family.
The amount of money had been so overwhelming that it had flabbergasted Harry. He had opened a Gringotts account for his Godson, Teddy Lupin, and deposited half of it in there for him, the only other known descendant of the Black line aside from Draco, who already had his own fortune. When Teddy turned eleven it would more than cover the expense of going to Hogwarts, which wouldn’t be cheap, and then buy him several homes as well. Harry had sworn that he would do anything and everything possible to take care of his Godson and look out for him. After all they were both orphans of war.
Harry was glad that Teddy at least had his grandparents as he wasn’t ready to take charge of a young baby when he was only eighteen. The little boy would be well taken care of and loved, he wouldn’t have the horrific childhood that Harry had suffered at the Dursley’s. It had been painfully clear at Privet Drive that he had been neither wanted nor loved; hell, he’d barely been tolerated there at all. He still had nightmares about that damned cupboard.
Shaking himself from his sombre train of thought, he set himself to work. There was a lot to do after all. Things that had to be thrown out, wall paper to take down and redecorating to do. He wouldn’t get it all done today, not single handed at least, even with magic but he could at least make a start. As he had set to work, wand out, he hoped that Draco would show up to help him and to keep him company.
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