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Of Dragons and Jewels	By : CaptainParisStarr Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 19289 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“What do you want for breakfast?” Harry asked, smiling as he hunted through his dresser for a clean pair of boxers.
“Pancakes.” The novelty of being able to choose what to eat for breakfast did not keep Draco from being able to figure out what he was craving.
“Good choice, pancakes it is. How's your ass?” He leaned over the bed and kissed Draco.
“Sore, but not unreasonably. Last night hurt less than I thought it would. Then again, I was pretty relaxed when we started, and that helped.” Returning the kiss, Draco pulled away before they could get lost in the kisses once more.
Returning to the dresser he finally found his last clean pair of boxers, and resolved to ask Winky to do some laundry later. Pulling them on, he heard a disappointed sigh.
“I can't walk around naked all day, can I?”
“I wish you could.”
“But then you wouldn't be the only one seeing my body. I don't even want Hermione to see me, let alone anyone else.”
“Jewel's not allowed to see your body.” The venom in Draco's words surprised both of them.
“I actually wanted to talk to you about him. I-” He broke off as Draco tackled him jealously. “It's nothing like that. I just want your help with hooking him up, finding him a boyfriend... finding her a boyfriend... Shit, this is confusing. But, gender identity aside, that's all.”
“Oh.” Embarrassed, Draco pulled back far enough to allow Harry to stand up again.
“I think it will help your jealousy if she is also in a happy relationship with someone else. But it can't be just anyone; it has to be a man who will treasure her. Your brother's... sister's... a wonderful, amazing person, and he... she deserves someone who can see that and who knows what pronoun to use.”
“But who? I can't think of anyone whose not currently in this room who recognizes that fact, both of them. I don't even know what to call him... her... Oh, you know what I mean!”
“Yes I know what you mean, but I don't know who. That's where I need your help.” Harry hoped that if he could get Draco even thinking about Jewel being with another that it will help him not be so jealous as to wreck the fragile relationship they were building as siblings.
“Wait, there is someone else. Hermione- too bad she's a girl.”
“That might not matter so much; has Jewel ever come out and told you he... she only likes men?”
“I don't remember.”
“I can't either. So until we know for sure one way or the other, both sexes are fair game. But Hermione is still out- no matter how much of a dick he can be, she's still in love with Ron.”
Draco nodded, then unexpectedly he asked; “Do you think you can salvage your friendship with him? I never meant to drive a wedge between you.”
“Yes, I think we can, but only if he makes the first move. I've done nothing wrong, and anyway it's you he owes an apology to. I've fought with him twice before; in fourth year during the Triwizard Cup, and while I was in hiding during the war. Both times Ron was able to come to me and apologize first- the first time because he wouldn't listen when I tried apologizing to him, and the second because I couldn't risk my cover to find him. If the pattern holds, it's only a matter now of when, not if he'll apologize for calling you a... you know.”
“I really hope you're right. Now, lets go eat I'm starving.” They were both finished dressing and left the room hand in hand to walk downstairs to eat in the kitchen.
To Harry's surprise, Winky was levitating pancakes out of the pan and onto a plate as they entered- she never did any cooking. Jewel was already eating- munching strips of bacon Winky had cooked earlier to crispy perfection. Bowls of fresh fruit and jugs of real maple syrup and whipped cream were arranged in the center of the table.
“I understand now what Dobby was trying to tell me. That freedom is a blessing, not a curse.” She was looking at Jewel as she spoke, and Harry understood. Her change of heart was from learning of Jewel's experiences, since Jewel had been free first rather than born a captive the way she had.
Harry didn't need to say anything as understanding passed between them unspoken in the second she allowed their eyes to meet. Then she levitated the plate to the table and the pan to the sink.
“Here.” Harry filled a plate with food and passed it to her. Surprised, she took it gratefully, even though she still refused to sit with the rest of them at the table.
“Oh, you got a letter.” Jewel passed a sealed envelope to Draco. “It was delivered by an owl.” The clear awe on Jewel's voice made the two older boys turn to look at her.
“Owls always deliver mail in our world. Didn't an owl deliver you an acceptance letter to Hogwarts when you were eleven?” Draco didn't remember seeing Jewel at school, but he'd figured that he had either not paid attention since Jewel would have been a year behind him, or her parents had chosen to send her to another school.
“What's Hogwarts?” Jewel shook his head, bewildered. “I've never even heard of owls delivering mail before today.”
Draco dropped his fork in shock and the sound of metal hitting porcelain echoed loudly though the sudden silence. “Then were did you go to school?”
“I attended the local public school until I ended up on the streets, then I got expelled for falling asleep during a chemistry exam. Hogwarts is a school, then?”
Was Jewel a squib? The thought that Jewel had never attended a magic school had never entered his mind. And yet Jewel was clearly being dead serious; there was no way the bewildered look in her eyes was fake. She had never heard of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
“I want to take you to see a doctor, to make sure that you won't have any long term health issues from living on the streets.” Harry smoothly changed the subject; if they took him to St Mungo's a healer would be able to tell them if Jewel was a witch or a squib. Though even Harry was confused- he had never heard of anyone being both a half-blood and a squib; the magic side was always dominant.
“Alright.” Jewel readily agreed.
In order to distract himself until they could put Harry's plan into action, Draco opened the envelope without thinking. Reading the single line written on the paper inside, he froze. Then he studied the envelope, and even sniffed it, before rereading the note.
“What is it?” Worry thickened Harry's voice, and Draco turned towards him, the spell broken.
“I think it's from my Mother. The envelope smells like roses- her scent of choice.” There was nothing written on the outside of the envelope but his name and he passed the note to Harry.
“If you want to know the truth meet me in the woods by the site of the fire at midnight.” Harry read out loud. “That's it?”
“There's a small stretch of woods by Malfoy Manor that's owned by the nearby muggle town. I had a fort hidden there until I burned it last night. That's where I went after...” He broke off, not needing to finish the thought. “But I didn't know anyone else knew about the fort. And what truth could she mean?” Draco shook his head.
No one knew what to say, so the rest of the meal was spent in silence, until Harry asked Jewel where Hermione was.
“She said she needed to go home. I think that she really just wanted to give you two some privacy, though. I wish I had somewhere else to go too- I don't care if you're having sex, but being able to hear how much my brother is enjoying it is awkward.”
“You could hear us?” Draco was horrified.
“Yup. Maybe I should take the room on the first floor rather than one on the second- that way I'll be far enough away to not hear the screams of pleasure.”
“Or we could just soundproof the room. I know some good spells for that, thanks to Hermione.” Harry suggested reasonably.
“Spells? As in magic spells? Whats going on here? And is that how you healed my side? Using magic?” Jewel didn't miss a thing, and immediately caught onto what Harry was really saying.
“Yes, spells as in magic, and yes, I used a potent healing spell on your side to heal you. The potion I had you drink was to replenish the blood you had lost. Jewel, we're both wizards, Draco and I; and you should be one too, since magic is hereditary. Or a witch, as the case may be. Even if your mother was a muggle; that's someone born without magical powers; your father is a wizard, and the magic side is dominant. We don't know what it means that you're only hearing about this now. That's the other reason why I want you to be examined by a doctor, or healer as we call them. To find out if...”
“If something's wrong with me is that what you're saying?” Jewel's voice was high with barely contained hysteria.
“No, nothings wrong with you!” Draco jumped in trying to comfort his sister. “Sometimes two muggles can have a child gifted with magic; Hermione's like that, she's a witch but her parents have no magical talent. And the reverse can also happen, when a witch and a wizard have a child unable to use magic. We call them squibs, and while they're fairly rare they do exist. We think that's what might have happened with you. If it is, then it's nothing to worry about.”
“Okay, I won't worry.” Jewel gave a weak smile that showed she was still freaked out. Then she frowned. “But you didn't say what happens when a witch or wizard and a muggle have a kid.”
“I've only ever heard of the child of a witch or a wizard and a muggle being a witch or wizard, never one being a squib, but it could happen.” Harry was trying to be optimistic, but a hint of worry crept into his voice.
“Yeah, it happens rarely but it does happen.” Draco hoped he wasn't lying as he reassured Jewel yet again that whatever was happening, it was normal.
Jewel nodded, not trusting herself to speak, and Harry saw that she was shaking. “What time do the main doors at St Mungo's open? I know the emergency entrance is always open, but this isn't an emergency.”
They looked at each other, then at Jewel who was on the verge of hyperventilating. As one they rose leaving their food half eaten and went to get their coats after dressing Jewel in some of Draco's clothing.

“He's fine, I can find no sign of any damage from living on the streets. As a whore, you say? If I hadn't heard that first I never would have believed it. There are no signs he's ever come into contact with any sexual infections.” The healer shook her head. “Of course it does happen, especially in cases like this. Jewel is neither a squib nor a wizard; he's what the muggles would call a psychic. It means that he has magic, but can only utilize the wandless variety, which muggles view as psychic abilities. What all he can do is still unknown at this point, but it is certain that he can make people see what he wants them to see.”
A psychic? “Then he's healthy and... normal?”
“Oh yes. Well, this is a special case since children like him only occur once in ever several thousand births, if that. Most never find out about the wizarding world, and live their entire lives as muggles, so studies have proved difficult to conduct. He's special, but in a good way.” Then she checked her watch and excused herself to check on another patient.
“Isn't wandless magic the most difficult form to master?”
Draco nodded. “So that's whats going on.” He shook his head, not quite understanding what the healer had said.
“Can we get out of here now? I hate hospitals.” Jewel asked from where she was seated near the door of the examination room.
“Yes.” Harry knew the youth needed a distraction, and knew just the thing to offer. “Lets go shopping; your brothers clothes may suit him, but they don't do you justice. I'll buy you whatever you need.”
“Yeah, shopping sounds fun.” For the first time since they had sat down to eat, Jewel shot them an easy smile.
Standing, she followed the older boys out of the room towards the main doors of the hospital.
“Harry?” Turning, he saw Neville glancing between him and Draco in confusion. “What are you doing with him?”
“It's com-” Harry began, but Draco cut him off.
“We came to have the healers look at Jewel.” Draco quickly introduced Jewel to Neville, then he dropped the bomb. “Jewel is my younger half brother... No, sister.”
“Half brother/sister? As in...?”
“As in my Father cannot keep it in his pants.” Smirking, he added; “I don't care what he wishes anymore, I'll tell the truth to whomever I wish. No need to keep it to yourself, either. I want the truth to come out; that my Father has five children by three women. Me and Caelum, Jewel, and the twin girls.” Draco lied smoothly about Caelum's heritage, unwilling to put his baby brother in danger. “And Jewel is physically male, but identifies herself as female.”
As he was speaking, he reached out and grabbed Harry's hand, the only sign that he was scared of being reprimanded. Neville did not miss the motion, and his eyes lit with understanding as he glanced over at Harry, who nodded.
By this point Neville's grandmother was gesturing that it was time to go visit his parents. But Draco stopped him. “I know that words aren't enough, but I'm sorry for... for everything I did to you at school.” Then he let Neville hurry off without waiting for a reply he knew wouldn't be coming just yet.
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