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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 Fifteen
It took Narcissa a little over a week to be back on her feet. She was more than grateful for the care and devotion to her wellbeing that the Weasley’s had given so willingly. She also made it clear that she was eternally grateful to them for looking after her son. She did however ensure that she lectured Draco for putting himself in danger just for the sake of rescuing her.
Shortly after regaining consciousness Narcissa reverted back to using her maiden name, Black. She would have forced Lucius to divorce her, however the Ministry had simply chucked him unceremoniously back in Azkaban. Harry couldn’t understand how they could still have faith in that place and he had been proven right, that they shouldn’t have done when Lucius had promptly vanished from his cell again, presumably back to his new master.
Narcissa hadn’t remembered much from the attack on her but she had remembered the small fact of a supposed new Dark Lord rallying the minions of the last. She wasn’t exactly trusting of the ministry, after they let had Lucius slip through their fingers again, and she hadn’t known who to tell so she had, probably unwisely, confided this information to Harry. Molly, Arthur and Draco had all been in the room at the time but primarily she had told Harry who had taken a deep breath and sighed. There was another Dark Lord, was his life ever going to be simple?
Harry had to keep in mind that Kingsley Shacklebolt was right. He wasn’t some vigilante and it wasn’t his problem. Whoever this new Dark Lord was, he wasn’t Tom Riddle. He wasn’t the man who had killed his parents; they shared no connection. Even if he had adopted the same followers that Tom had left behind, Harry had no connection to him whatsoever. Though, just by the way that Narcissa addressed him when thinking of someone to tell, Harry knew that the rest of the wizarding world would no doubt want him to take the roll of hero once again and try to save the day. All Harry wanted though was to have a quiet, non-eventful year at Hogwarts, take his N.E.W.T’s and live his life with his boyfriend.
For her own safety, the ministry had suggested that Narcissa go into hiding, the witch had been all too happy to agree to this. She now had no connection to the Malfoy’s nor their money or vast amount of property. Her cousin Sirius had inherited all of the Black fortune and then when he had died it had all been left to Harry. Even though Harry had offered, freely and willingly, to allow Narcissa to take what was hers, she had politely declined; she had money and the want to travel. A few days after being declared well enough, she had kissed her son goodbye, thanked every again for the millionth time and left for France, promising Draco that she would be in touch.
Draco had watched his mother leave and, even though knowing that she would be safe and that Lucius would never be able to touch her again, he would still miss her terribly. It had been suggested by the Ministry that Draco go with his mother but he had point blank refused. He had no desire to run and hide, though he agreed that it was the right thing for Narcissa. The youngest Malfoy fully intended to go back to school with his boyfriend and complete his magical education. He didn’t care how much danger it put him in.
The moment that Narcissa had left for France, Molly had insisted that Draco move out of Harry’s room and into the spare room. She had been under the impression that they were sleeping in separate beds, which of course they weren’t, though she still felt a lot more comfortable having them in separate bedrooms. Harry had been rather upset by this though he had tried not to show it. He had rather liked the feeling of falling asleep in his boyfriend’s arms, they’d done nothing more than kissing, touching and rubbing up against one another to produce their orgasms but it had felt wonderful to the rather inexperienced Harry.
Draco had served one other purpose for Harry however, one that didn’t involve multiple orgasms. Draco also was able, thanks to the emotional connection he seemed to have, to sense when Harry’s nightmares were plaguing him and wake him up, then soothing him back to sleep and to more peaceful dreams. It miffed Harry a little that he still couldn’t sense what Draco was feeling. Often enough he could do it by accident with others like Molly and Hermione. He’d even sensed some worry and anxiety from Ginny as it came closer to the time that they were to go back to school. He hadn’t had the chance to ask her about it though and, it truth, he wasn’t entirely sure how he would phrase the question either.
HPDM
On the first of September even Harry was nervous. The Ministry of Magic had provided cars for them all to be transported in so that that they would reach Kings Cross Station in one piece. Apparently being the saviour of the wizarding world had a few perks. Several Aurors that Harry didn’t recognize were also assigned to them. Their presence made Harry entirely uncomfortable, he shrunk himself down as much as possible beside Draco, not wanting to leave his side. The blond, of course, put a protective arm around his mate knowing that today was going to be trying for the both of them.
Draco had become rather accustomed to having Harry primarily to himself. Of course the rest of the Weasley family were around, and Hermione of course, but they had found a natural rhythm in the Burrow and the youngest Malfoy wasn’t in the least bit threatened by them. He was even beginning to relax a little around Seamus when he made an appearance. He even found that he got on rather well with Neville, who had a keen interest in Elven ways now that there was a possibility that his girlfriend might come into her inheritance on her next birthday.
Today however they were going to be surrounded by people they didn’t know, and also people they did know and knew to be a threat. Add into that the possibility of Harry being mobbed by rabid fans, especially after the Which Wizard article, and that was exactly why the Aurors had been sent to escort them on to the Hogwarts Express. They couldn’t very well have the hero of the wizarding world trampled by his own fans as he tried to go back to school.
The Ministry were being overly cautious, after the attack on Narcissa Black and the information that she had been able to provide regarding the new dark wizard, which had been relayed to them through Harry. It was not something they could take lightly seeing as the last wizarding war had only just come to a close a few months previously. It was already giving Kingsley a headache to think that there might be another Dark Lord so soon after the Great Battle of Hogwarts. He was keen to keep the information under wraps for the moment, not wanting to cause a nationwide panic.
Shacklebolt had had to have more words with Harry after he had explained to him what Narcissa had said about the deatheaters having a new master. This time Kingsley had chosen to have those words in private. He had been concerned that Potter would have felt it his duty to stand up and fight again. However the young Gryffindor had assured the Auror turned Minister for Magic candidate, that he had no intention of battling anymore Dark Witches or Wizards. On this matter he was more than happy to simply go to school and allow the Ministry to do its job without getting involved. This had been something that Kingsley had been thrilled to hear.
Molly and Arthur were, as usual, in a panic as they prepared everyone to leave for school. Trunks were all over the place, robes weren’t packed, books were being forgotten and even the Aurors, who had originally been keen to wait patiently outside of the Burrow for the chaos to die down, were now offering to help to speed things along a bit just so they wouldn’t miss the train.
Half an hour behind schedule, they piled into the cars, Harry and Draco sharing one with two Aurors. The others only had a single Auror to a vehicle. It was a sign of how seriously they were taking his protection. Harry was dreading arriving at the station and was actually rather glad that they were running a little late. It would mean that they wouldn’t have the time to stop and chat to anyone, they could just get on the train and be done with it.
Little did Harry know that awaiting his arrival, crowding the barrier between platforms nine and ten were a mass of magical reporters and more witches and wizards than he could think possible. The Aurors were aware of this fact and that was why they were here. It wasn’t just for Harry’s protection either, it was for Draco’s too. There were more than a few people who didn’t like their saviour being in a relationship with a former deatheater, renounced or not.
After the attack on Narcissa, the Ministry were being very careful and were intercepting all mail addressed to either Harry or Draco. There had been howlers and jinxes, a few port-keys too. All of them had had to be destroyed and Kingsley was quite happy not to tell Harry or Draco about the amount of them they received on a day to day basis. The protection surrounding Harry Potter was still at the highest level possible, it was clear that there was still a very serious threat against him, even with Voldemort gone.
Of course the Ministry had no clue about anything to do with his Elven inheritance. Molly and Arthur had been wise enough not to spread that fact around. That was for Harry and Draco to share with whomever they deemed it was necessary. They had no idea the trouble that the two teenagers were about to experience in returning to Hogwarts this year.
The Aurors were on high alert as the cars pulled up outside Kings Cross station. Despite all the muggles, their wands were drawn and their stances around Harry were alert and protective. They were drawing a few curious eyes, muggles thinking that they were protecting someone of high importance and getting confused when they saw two eighteen year olds.
Harry just didn’t understand what all the fuss was about as he and Draco unloaded their trunks onto trolleys, watching Ron, Hermione and Ginny doing the same thing with the help of Molly and Arthur. The Aurors kept casting nervous glances all around them as if they were expecting an attack at any moment. It was their behaviour that made Harry nervous more than anything else.
“Holy shit,” Ron said as he spied the hoard of witches and wizards standing around in the muggle section of the station between platforms nine and ten. He got a clip round the ear for his language from Molly but even she had to admit that she was a little concerned when she saw what had caused the profanity.
At Ron’s rather rude exclamation Harry turned to see what he had sworn at and, upon seeing the large group of people with reporters and their cameras, he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him. Draco growled, pulling his mate into him tighter, wanting to protect him from their unwelcome presence. He had to take several deep steadying breaths to keep himself calm, he had to remind himself several times that there were Aurors present and they would be legally obliged to report it if he decided to kill anyone for touching his mate.
“Fuck,” Draco growled, though too low for Molly to hear. He was rather worried that as an honouree member of their rather odd little family that he too would get a clip round the ear just like Ron. “Don’t leave my side,” Draco said firmly and Harry nodded. Dealing with deatheaters and Dark Lords was one thing but crazed fans were something entirely different. Harry would have taken on Voldemort all over again rather than deal with these manic fans that all seemed to want a piece of him.
The Aurors tightened their ranks around the golden boy and his unconventional boyfriend as they drew nearer the group of avid fans who had all started screaming and shouting as they saw him start to approach. Harry was horrified to see that some of them had signs. A couple asking him to marry them, others declaring their love and the one that really freaked Harry out declared, “I’d take the dark mark for you”. It was this one in particular that made Draco really angry. The Slytherin found himself rather disturbed when he realised that a few of the fans that had gathered had drawn lightning bolt scars on their foreheads, it was all too much to take in as the admirers began to rush forward, towards them, all wanting to get close to the saviour.
The others saw this coming and joined the Aurors in surrounding Harry, using their luggage laden trolleys to cut a path through the crowds and protect Harry from the determined fans at the same time, aiming directly for the barrier. They only had ten minutes to board the train before it departed.
As they pushed their way through, there were cameras flashing and people yelling, trying to get Harry’s attention, one of the members of the unruly crowd decided they didn’t like how close Draco was to Harry. Grabbing the first thing that came to hand it was thrown toward the blonde who was already irate, especially considering how much fear and frustration he could sense coming from his mate. When the glass bottle smashed as it made contact with his temple he was about ready to murder whoever had thrown it. He could feel blood trickling slowly down the side of his face but they didn’t stop pushing forward and finally made it through the barrier on to the much calmer platform where the familiar sight of the bright red Hogwarts express was waiting for them.
“You’re bleeding!” Harry exclaimed, horrified as he looked at his boyfriend. He had felt the glass shards fall on him when the bottle had smashed but he had just kept his head down and kept going, now the the guilt at seeing the injury inflicted upon his dominant mate was eating at him.
Draco was just glad it had hit him and not Harry, if it had hit his submissive then he would have killed whoever had thrown it without hesitation. He wouldn’t have cared about the Aurors, no one was going to hurt his mate. At Harry’s loud exclamation an Auror was instantly with them, checking them both over and tending to the cut on Draco’s head.
“Stop it,” the Slytherin said sternly to Harry as he allowed himself to be healed. “I can feel what you feel,” he hissed quietly, “Stop it!”
“Sorry,” Harry mumbled.
“Don’t be sorry, you’ve nothing to be sorry for.” Draco snapped as he felt his injury heal.
“How come I can’t feel what you’re feeling it isn’t fair,” Harry said in a grump.
“I don’t know,” Draco admitted as the Auror tending to them left to find them a compartment on the train, or more likely to vacate a compartment for them to use. “Perhaps you can ask the Elven they’re sending to watch over you.”
“You know it doesn’t matter what he says; I don’t want anyone else, I want you,” Harry said as Draco took him in his arms as a way of acceptance for what he had said. Arriving at the station to the mob that they had, had been unnerving for both of them. Even the parents and students on the platform were staring and pointing at them as the Aurors ushered them onto the train. Whether the compartment had been vacated especially for them or whether it had just been empty they’d never know but either way an Auror would be standing guard outside the compartment door for the duration of the journey.
Hermione, Ron, Draco and Ginny all had to go to the meeting for prefects at the start of their journey however, by the time they had to leave, their compartment had found new occupants in the form of Seamus, Dean, Neville and Luna. None of the prefects would have been willing to leave Harry alone no matter how capable of looking after himself the Gryffindor might have been, even with the Auror still standing watch over him. Having the other four there to stay with Harry meant that Draco felt a lot more at ease about leaving him, though he didn’t really want to leave his mate at all even if he was in the capable hands of his friends who would do anything for him. However seeing as he had been made head boy there wasn’t any way he could escape going.
Harry settled down into an easy conversation with Dean, Seamus, Neville and Luna, talking about the new school year and trying to ignore the Auror who was moving people along who wanted to come and gawp at the boy-who-lived-twice. Some were attempting to take pictures and others clearly wanted the Which Wizard article signed. None of them were allowed to get through and Harry was grateful. He was in no mood to fake a smile and pretend to be the celebrated hero they all wanted him to be.
Halfway down the train the prefects gathered for their usual meeting and to organise patrols of the train, however the tensions in their compartment were rife. Blaise and Daphne had also been made prefects this year. Everyone else was avoiding them, like they had some form of infectious disease, and it took all of Draco’s self-control not to lunge at Blaise and pummel him.
No one dared speak, as if one word would be the spark to ignite the flame and cause an explosion. Hermione, as Head Girl, took charge, asking for the prefects to be vigilant, to help keep order and keep an eye on the first years who were bound to be nervous. The meeting could have ended there, of course, they could have all gone on their way without incident but then Blaise wouldn’t have been Blaise if he could keep his mouth shut.
“Where’s your whore, Malfoy?” Zabini sneered, glaring at the Head Boy with distaste. Hermione saw Draco’s fists clench as he tried to keep his temper from flaring. He wouldn’t take anyone insulting his mate well and Hermione, being the brightest witch of her age, knew this all too well having read all the books that she could get her hands on, on the subject. She could spot the warning signs a mile away having resided at the Burrow with the youngest Malfoy for a while now.
“Don’t do it, Draco, he isn’t worth it,” Hermione said to him gently. No one would blame Draco for lashing out, everyone had heard what Blaise had said and no one was happy with the vicious Slytherin, especially since there were a lot of Harry Potter fans currently in the compartment with them.
“Listening to mudbloods now too? Your father would be so ashamed!” Blaise hissed and this time it was Ron who made a lunge for Zabini who was clearly spoiling for a fight. Draco and Ginny had to hold the youngest Weasley boy back as he tried to defend his girlfriend.
“If I were you,” Draco sneered, his well-practiced Malfoy mask slipping into place as he surveyed his fellow Slytherin with disgust, “I’d keep my mouth shut.” The blond made sure that he kept one hand on Ron’s shoulder, ensuring that he didn’t get himself into trouble by punching the other teen who was quite clearly goading them.
“And what are you going to do if I don’t?” Blaise asked, clearly pleased with himself that he was getting a reaction from them all. Daphne, the other eighth year Slytherin prefect was standing behind him not saying a word, however it was very clear where her loyalties lay.
“Just leave it,” Hermione hissed at her friends. “Let’s just go.”
“I’ll have him one way or another, Draco, you’ll see.” Despite the youngest Malfoy’s cool exterior his rage bubbled just beneath the surface and that single comment that fell from Blaise’s lips was enough to make him erupt like a volcano.
No one else could have predicted what happened next. No one would have believed that the composed, calm exterior of the only Malfoy heir could have so well hidden the anger as his fist was drawn back and, with every ounce of strength he had, slammed it into Zabini’s nose.
A fraction of a second later and the compartment was in uproar, blood spurting everywhere, Blaise screaming in agony and everyone else trying to get out of the way so they weren’t covered in his blood. The prefects dispersed quickly enough and Hermione, Ron and Ginny dragged Draco away in all of the commotion so that no further damage could be done.
“That felt good,” Draco said with a wry smile to his three friends as he flexed his fingers, his knuckles aching a little from where they had come into contract with the bone in Blaise’s nose.
“That was bloody brilliant,” Ron said, grinning from ear to ear.
“As Head Girl I can’t condone it,” Hermione said with disapproval, “however, as your friend, if you hadn’t done it then I would have done.” Draco grinned at her, knowing that was the best he was going to get from the bushy haired witch. At least she wasn’t telling him off or reminding him that as Head Boy he ought to be setting a better example for the other students.
“Blaise isn’t going to forget that in a hurry,” Ginny said with a smile, “what did he think he was doing, goading you like that? It was like he was asking for it.”
“Blaise has never been very good at keeping his mouth shut,” Draco told them as they started to make their way back to their Auror guarded compartment. Along the way they were stopped several times as people asked them if they could get Harry to sign the topless picture from the magazine article, some wanting photos of Draco, Ron and Hermione. The blond scowled at each and every person that dared approach him or try and talk to him.
Neither Hermione nor Ron were best pleased either. It was widely known that they were best friends with the famous Harry Potter, after their roles with him in the Great Battle of Hogwarts they had sky rocketed to stardom as well. Draco was just as well known as the golden trio though perhaps not for the right reasons. No one believe that he was worthy to date the saviour of the wizarding world, branded by the late Dark Lord and a renowned user of the dark arts, his family history steeped in it. However, despite this, people still wanted to get near him, still wanted photographs because the four of them combined were hot news.
As they rushed back, none of them really paying much attention, just trying to keep their heads down and not look anyone in the eye, Hermione collided with a large cold body that made her stagger backwards. If whomever she’d just bumped into hadn’t put his arms around her waist to steady her then she would have fallen to the floor. Ron, Ginny and Draco all turned to see Theodore Nott practically hugging a red faced Hermione, who was apologizing profusely.
“No need, no harm done,” Theo said as he retracted his arms but was still unable to take his eyes off the muggle-born witch.
“Theo,” Draco greeted coolly, trying to gage where his fellow Slytherin stood, whether it be with him or with Blaise, Pansy and Daphne.
“Draco,” Nott returned with a curt nod of his head. “It looks like you could use a hand getting through the train,” He said, “Can I be of assistance?”
Draco surveyed Theodore with interest, “Perhaps,” he mused. “Why would you be able to help us or have the inclination to do so?”
Hermione’s heart was hammering in her chest as Draco and Theo exchanged these forced pleasantries, both of them on edge. The hole that had resided in her chest felt suddenly filled and warm as she surveyed Theodore Nott. Whatever was missing in her relationship with Ron seemed to be filled in by this Slytherin. It wasn’t a feeling she wanted.
“I guess you missed the memo,” Theodore said with a grin, displaying his distinct vampire fangs that would have been hard to conceal from even the most dim witted of muggles. “No one will come near me.”
Draco surveyed his fellow Slytherin with interest, Hermione just gasped, whereas Ron and Ginny took it in their stride that they were now sharing a conversation with a vampire who seemed very happy not to conceal what he was to the rest of the world.
“Why would you want to help us?” Draco asked, uncertain of whether or not he would be able to trust the vampire anywhere near his mate.
“No one much likes Vampires and rumour has it I’m not the only one to have come into some rather unusual inheritance this summer or am I mistaken on that?”
“Oh, you aren’t mistaken, Theo, however I refuse to go around displaying what I am and you shouldn’t do so either. It isn’t wise to make your differences known.”
“Normally I don’t,” Theodore said, his eyes locked firmly on Hermione. He needed to know her, he needed to be with her, be close to her. He could clearly see that she was involved with Ron, their hands clasped tightly together but he didn’t care. He would do anything, including settling for friendship if that was what it took. There was one thing he was very clear on and that was that Hermione Granger was his mate. “I wanted to show you what I am so that you could know that you can trust me. I have no desire to be friends with Blaise, Daphne or Pansy, nor play any role in the vendetta they seem to have against you and your… boyfriend, not that they would want to know me now but as always, my allegiance is to you.”
“Did you fight in the war?” Ginny asked suddenly, she had taken a rather back seat in everything, her mind preoccupied with other things but the appearance of the vampire intrigued her. She had never met one before today, though she had heard a lot about them as a species.
“I was pulled out of school by my mother last year, she didn’t want me at the school or involved with the war. She was killed for trying to flee the Dark Lord by my father who is also now dead. So to answer your question, no I did not fight in the war, I only wish that I could have played a part in the downfall of Voldemort, however I did not.”
“Fine,” Draco said decisively, “But know this, vampire or not, if you hurt my mate or my friends then I’ll find a way to kill you, do you understand?”
“Perfectly,” Theodore said with a grateful smile. He then fell into sync with the other four, carefully surveying Hermione who didn’t look happy in the least that Nott had wormed his way into the friendship group so easily. She couldn’t explain it but she was drawn to him, everything about him made her want him. However she wasn’t going to just accept it, she loved Ron, she’d never hurt him, not intentionally, so she pushed the thoughts about Theodore Nott to the back of her mind, hopefully to be forgotten.
Harry frowned as he saw his boyfriend and friends returning, plus one other. It wasn’t the presence of another student that made him frown but rather that he could see the spattering of some blood on Draco’s shirt.
“Have you been fighting again?” Harry asked as Draco flopped down in the seat next to him, pulling his submissive mate into his arms and on to his lap to have a cuddle.
“Yeah, he punched Blaise in the face,” Ron said as he too took a seat. Draco glared at the red head, he hadn’t wanted Harry to know about that.
“He what?” Harry asked as he turned his head to look to his boyfriend questioningly, not wanting to believe that he had done something so reckless.
“He deserved it,” Ginny said, “Things he was saying, Ron almost decked him too.”
“Don’t be mad at Draco,” Hermione said, “even I can’t condone what Blaise did.”
At his friends comforting words Harry relaxed a little, snuggling into Draco, who kept his arms firmly around his submissive. “No one is going to hurt you,” Harry heard Draco say however his voice was too low for anyone else to hear.
Theo sat down closest to the door in silence, he was eyeing all the Gryffindor’s and the one Ravenclaw with interest, though his attention never fully left Hermione. No one seemed ready to jump in with an introduction or even as explanation as to who he was or why he was here. It was Seamus who queried his presence first.
“Theodore Nott,” the vampire said, “Friend to Draco.”
“That remains to be proven,” Draco said coolly. He wasn’t entirely trusting of his fellow Slytherin just yet, however he was willing to give him the chance to prove himself at least. They would need as many allies as they could possibly get this year. Having a vampire on side would at least give them some extra muscle and a scare tactic too. No one liked vampires, just like werewolves they were feared throughout the wizarding community.
“So he’s a friend,” Harry said and Draco nodded, though doing so somewhat hesitantly. “Then he can come and sit with the rest of us, he looks ready to bolt sitting that close to the door.”
Somewhat reluctantly Theo moved to sit amongst the rest of the group and a slow, almost uneasy conversation started up. It took a little while but by the time they were half way to Hogwarts it was as if both Theo and Draco had always been part of the group. With the Auror standing guard outside their compartment door the only person who bothered them was the witch who came round with the sweet trolley. Of course they loaded up on pumpkin pasties, cauldron cakes and Bertie Botts every flavour beans, generally laughing and joking with one another.
It was a warming sight to see, Harry had never been happier, even though things were so uncertain, and Draco wouldn’t let him off his lap. It felt nice to be in his boyfriend’s arms, to feel him holding him. Whatever this year at Hogwarts had in store for them Harry felt empowered enough to deal with it. He even surprised his boyfriend along the way by producing a packet of skittles for them to share secretly. Draco had been thrilled with them, unable to believe that Harry had remembered and had the forethought to get him some of his favourite muggle sweet.
The blond had been so happy, in fact, that the rest of the train ride was spent with the two of them sharing rather intimate kisses as they attempted to guess the flavour of each skittle. The rest of their friends whistling at the intimacy and laughing together as they made fun of their friends; even Theo found it easy to interact with the others while Draco was otherwise occupied. No one noticed how Ginny shied away from Dean, ensuring there was always one, if not two people between them and no one passed comment on how Theo only had eyes for Hermione. The mood was a happy one and no one was willing to shatter that.
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