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Elven Desire	By : StrawberryGirl87 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12515 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter Sixteen – sleeping arrangements

The Auror, who had helped them on to the train didn’t leave them until Harry and Draco had arrived at Hogwarts, going so far as to insist that he would ride in the carriages up to the school with them. As it was their friendship group was growing steadily in numbers and it was clear that they would never all fit in the one Thestral drawn carriage now anyway. It was a heart breaking moment for Harry when he had to explain what was pulling the carriages to several people, being one of only a few who had already been able to see the thestrals; but now everyone who had been present for the Great Battle of Hogwarts could see what was pulling the carriages. Only Draco’s supportive hand on his back got him through it tear free.
After they got over the shock of seeing them for the first time most of them tried to block them out, preferring to ignore them out of fear of opening the old wounds and causing pain that didn’t need to be felt, not when spirits were running so high; no one knowing quite what to say, they boarded the carriages. Ron and Hermione accompanied Harry and Draco with the Auror while the other six, including Theo, followed in a second carriage just behind them.
Theo had quickly become one of the group, his charm and laid back nature melding well with the others. Though he looked dubious as Seamus and Dean began plotting some ‘welcome back to Hogwarts’ drinks and celebrating for that evening. He didn’t think it wise to be staying up late and drinking when they had classes the next morning but then that was just him.
All of the eighth year students had received correspondence shortly before returning to the school, which had informed them that they would all be sharing a dormitory. They were not yet aware of the sleeping arrangements but it had put Draco and Harry on edge to know that Blaise would be sharing their common room. After what had happened on the train getting to the school none of them could see that ending well. They would have to be on high alert, even in their own common room now. They would at least have their friends and each other, and they would have to hope that they weren’t sharing a bedroom with him they would cope, somehow, at least that was how it was in Harry’s mind.
Draco however was fully prepared to kick up a fuss if they had to share a bedroom with him too. That was something that the blond wasn’t going to put up with. He was determined that no matter what, he was going to keep Harry well away from Blaise, who clearly wasn’t going to give up. What McGonagall was thinking putting so many of them in a dormitory together, with so many of them having come into their creature inheritance, he didn’t know. She must have been mad to think that it wouldn’t cause trouble.
The Auror that had been trailing Harry around since they had departed Kings Cross station finally bid Harry farewell as they reached the Entrance Hall to Hogwarts. Harry wasn’t exactly unhappy to see the back of him either. The man had been so determined to fulfil his role of protector and bodyguard, ensuring that nothing happened to the saviour, that he had gone so far as follow him to the toilet, checking all the cubicles before Harry was even allowed to use one. The Gryffindor wasn’t going to miss such treatment, not when all he wanted was to be normal and live his life as if he hadn’t destroyed Voldemort.
Harry had thought that once in the Great Hall that Draco might gravitate off to sit at the Slytherin table with Theodore Nott as he normally would have done but was pleasantly surprised when the blonde took hold of the vampire by the scruff of the neck and both of the Slytherins accompanied the rest of them to the Gryffindor table. Even Luna, at Neville’s insistence, joined them. All of his friends seemed to surround him on all sides, protecting him from the curious glances of the other students; Draco of course sat next to Harry, Ron on his other side. Everyone seemed content to surround him, shielding him from the other students; it wasn’t something that went unnoticed by Harry.
The sorting of the new first year students went according to plan; there was nothing out of the ordinary to report. The war had not stopped parents sending their children to the school, in fact there seemed to be more of them than usual. Everyone cheered, welcoming the new members of their houses as they sat down. The mood was one of elation in the Great Hall. The sorrow and heart ache of the previous year of war was ebbing, happiness and excitement finally taking its place. Hogwarts really was starting to feel like home again.
Minerva of course stood to welcome them all to the school and, remembering the letter from the Elven Council, Harry and Draco eyes were instantly drawn to the teacher’s table, where the headmistress was introducing a new member of staff to the school, a man who would be taking up the post of defence against the dark arts. He seemed to practically glow; a lot of the other students were gawking at him, whispering and a few of the girls were giggling. Even Harry had to admit that Professor Torqueze was a handsome man. He had dark brown hair and smouldering dark eyes that very quickly located the green-eyed Gryffindor, fixating on him. The new teacher gave a soft, hardly noticeable incline of his head, which Harry returned with a shy smile.
Draco noticed this, growling, throwing his arm possessively around Harry’s shoulders and pulling him closer, glaring at the Dark Arts professor, who frowned at them in response. Draco cared very little however; he wanted to make it very clear that it was him that Harry belonged to and no one was going to mess with that. Harry didn’t even seem to realise why Draco was doing it and turned his head so that they could share a brief kiss that didn’t escape the attention of anyone in the Great Hall.
Minerva gave them a pointed look before resuming what she had been saying, unable to believe that she had just seen Harry Potter kissing Draco Malfoy. Suddenly the meddling ways of Albus Dumbledore made a little more sense to her. What was done was done however and she wasn’t about to revisit the sleeping arrangements, she had to trust that they were mature enough not to do anything reckless. Besides it had given her enough of a headache the first time around.
“As an extra warning to you all,” she began as she drew her welcoming speech to a close, “there are several students that have come to us this year with creature inheritance. Some of you may be aware of what this means while others will not. Please be vigilant; every measure has been taken to ensure the safety of all students and staff at the school but that does not mean you should be reckless. Those of creature inheritance can be volatile, especially in concern for their chosen mates. It would be wise not to antagonize or goad those of creature inheritance if you hold any value in your own personal safety.”
Whispers and murmurs spread throughout the Great Hall, everyone curious as to who and what. Harry shied into Draco’s side as his name was mentioned in several whispers across the Great Hall. The blond let out a low, protective growl, not wanting any of them to discover their secret, though he knew it wasn’t likely to remain a secret for long. The Which Wizard article had already assured that Harry was suspected of creature inheritance, it wouldn’t take long for the school to figure it out with certainty.
However the thought of him having creature inheritance didn’t seem to deter anyone from their love of the famous Harry Potter as several times during the feast Harry was approached by students from all houses and all years. Each one had been clutching the Which Wizard article close to their chests as they had stammered and stuttered, asking for Harry to sign the picture that accompanied the article. Draco had gritted his teeth and said nothing as reluctantly Harry did actually sign the photographs. The Slytherin wasn’t exactly happy about it but Harry didn’t seem to have it in him to be rude and tell them all to sod off like Draco would have done. The Gryffindor had conceded that it was quicker to just sign whatever it was they wanted signing and then they would leave faster.
That didn’t stop Draco glaring at every single person who dared to come up to them and disturb their dinner; they seemed to be giving Harry the perfect excuse not to really eat anything. When Draco queried this with a soft whisper in his ear Harry just shrugged, looking at the mountains of delicious food in front of him with distaste, declaring that he wasn’t really hungry, only tired. The blond really wasn’t happy with the response but when Harry took a couple of mouthfuls he decided to let it go this once.
All of them were anxious and a little bit impatient to get up the stairs and find out who they’d be sharing bedrooms with. It was the hot topic of discussion throughout the course of the feast and speculation was rife. The assumed that it was likely they would still be split into boys and girls, but there was a spilt in opinion over whether or not they would remain separated by house as well. Ron didn’t seem to care as long as he didn’t get stuck with any Slytherins. Hermione didn’t care as long as she had quite roommates, after all it was NEWT year.
Harry however was a little preoccupied with wondering what Seamus and Dean were up to, he knew that his friends were up to something suspicious when Seamus had vanished just before the desert plates did. He had subtly got up from the table a full half an hour before Minerva dismissed them to go to bed. Harry had watched him go with narrowed eyes, wondering what he might be up to, though Harry had a pretty good idea what it could be. When it came to Seamus Finnegan, he tended to have a one track mind. The Irish wizard liked to have fun and at the age of eighteen there was only one way to do that in his mind, which was, of course with copious amounts of alcohol.
Ginny and Luna were the only two in their friendship group that wouldn’t be sharing the dormitory with the rest of them and after leaving the Great Hall they headed off to their respective dormitory’s. Neville shared a rather passionate kiss with Luna and Dean looked longingly after Ginny, knowing that he couldn’t go after her, though wishing that he could. She hadn’t even looked in his direction all day and it was starting to piss him off, especially when she had been so keen to engage Harry in conversation throughout the feast.
Draco curled an arm around Harry’s waist as they headed up the stairs, mainly to deter the students still milling around, all of them clutching copies of Which Wizard. He was in no mood to be bothered by his boyfriend’s determined admirers. All he wanted was to curl up in bed with his boyfriend next to him. He found that he didn’t even care too much about what the sleeping arrangements were, he would be sharing with Harry no matter what it took to make it happen. He whispered this to his mate as they ascended the marble staircase, their friends either following behind them or just a little ahead, like an armed guard though a little more relaxed.
Harry simply gave him a sad smile, shaking his head, “I don’t think that going to bed straight away is going to be much of an option Dray,” Harry told him.
“And why not?” Draco asked with a raised eyebrow; during the feast Harry had informed him that he was tired and his instincts were telling him to provide whatever his mate needed.
“I think Seamus has something planned for the night,” Harry informed him as they walked, enjoying the possessive arm around his waist and the protective presence of the blond at his side.
“So…what has that got to do with us?” Draco asked again, not really following.
“Party,” Ron said from beside them, a wild grin on his face that made Draco groan and Harry laugh.
“Not another one,” Hermione said with a sigh. “We have class in the morning!”
“Come on Mione,” Dean said with excitement, “It’ll be fun. You’re up for it, aren’t you, Neville?”
“I don’t know…” he began to say but was swiftly glared at by not only Dean but Ron too. “I suppose it could be fun,” he concluded under their heavy gazes.
“You behead a giant snake, which also happens to be a horcrux, and you still can’t stand up to your friends,” Harry teased him.
Reaching their dormitory they all took a deep breath and entered; they were the first group to reach their shared dormitory, the others still lagging behind somewhere, however, as they stepped inside, they saw that it wasn’t all that different from what the Gryffindor common room had looked like. Except instead of just red and gold there were accents from all the houses and of course there were party decorations thanks to Seamus who was the only one in the room when they entered.
How he had managed it they didn’t know but there were several bottles of fire whiskey on the coffee table in front of the roaring fire. It looked as if he had cleaned out the Hogshead of their supplies of the potent drink. Dean instantly went in for a high five with his friend as the others, without much fuss, settled on the sofas.
Hermione, Theo and Draco were the only ones that hesitated, the three of them wanting to find their dormitory and actually go to sleep seeing as they all had class in the morning. Though it was seemed that they were the only three that cared for the N.E.W.T classes they would start the next day. The others were of the opinion that they were young and finally, after many, many years, carefree. They deserved a bit of fun.
“Don’t you want to know who you’re sharing with?” Hermione asked, eyeing the staircases warily. She had been dreading it; if she was sharing with anyone who didn’t share her love of studying then she would be spending all her time in the library this year.
“I’m with Dean, Zach; that Hufflepuff dude,” Seamus clarified, “and Blaise,” he added, the last name ringing with distaste, however, at the mention of his fellow Slytherin Draco relaxed a little because it meant that neither he nor Harry would be sharing with him, even if they still had to share a common room.
“I’m going to check to see who they stuck me with,” Ron declared loudly, charging up the stairs, Draco quickly taking his vacated seat besides Harry. Theo following in his wake to see where it was he would be sleeping. Hermione exited the common room to go and check as well, nervous about the sleeping arrangements for the eight girls that had returned.
“Don’t you want to know?” Harry asked as he was pulled onto Draco’s lap and his neck began to be nuzzled softly much to the distaste and eye rolling of Seamus, Dean and Neville who had decided to allow the others to discover their fate when it came to bedroom assignments.
“Doesn’t matter mon amour,” Draco replied with a whisper as he nibbled at Harry’s earlobe, “I’m sleeping with you wherever they put me.”
“Un-fucking-believable,” Ron grumbled as he stomped down the stairs back into the common room looking grumpy.
“What’s wrong?” Harry asked as his best friend flopped down on the sofa in the small space between the cuddling couple and Seamus on the red sofa.
“I swear to Merlin if you two keep me up all night shagging I’m going to murder you just to get a decent night’s sleep!” Ron huffed in annoyance.
“We’re in the same room?” Draco asked in surprise.
“Yeah, the three of us and Terry Boot,” Ron said as Theo reappeared not looking too unhappy.
“You’re with me Neville,” Theo said, “And some guy called Michael.”
“Screw this,” Seamus said rather loudly, “let’s drink.” The Irish wizard grabbed some cups and began to pour everyone shots of fire whiskey, ready to celebrate their return to the wizarding school. Hermione came back looking a little disgruntled but said nothing about whom she’d been stuck with, she did manage to give Seamus and Dean rather disparaging looks however as they began to hand out the plastic cups, but she wasn’t about to turn hers down.
Before they could take their first drinks, though, the portrait hole opened and the last three faces any of them wanted to see walked in. Blaise Zabini, flanked by Pansy Parkinson and Daphne Greengrass, none of the three of them looking at all happy, in fact Blaise looked positively murderous after what had happened on the train.
Clearly Zabini had been to the hospital wing as his nose had no signs of ever being punched, though he was glowering at Draco, wanting to get revenge. Draco didn’t regret his actions in the least, he was happy to have punched the foul mouthed, pureblood git and couldn’t bring himself to regret something that had felt so good. But it looked like the other Slytherin was looking to get his own back. The atmosphere had shifted and everyone was on edge; Draco’s hold around Harry tightened protectively, and everyone was itching to go for their wands. One wrong move and things were going to end very badly for everyone.
“Look,” Hermione said, “We all have to live here, we need to learn to get along or at least be civilised to one another and if we can’t do that then for goodness sake just avoid each other,” she said rather forcefully, looking between the three Slytherins, who had just entered and Harry and Draco.
“I meant what I said, Malfoy,” Blaise hissed venomously, referring to his earlier threat on the train. He might have agreed with the stupid mudblood to some degree that they had to live here and should learn to avoid each other but that didn’t mean he was going to be giving up on Harry.
However, as he went to leave the common room the last of the honorary eighth year students arrived. Terry, Zach, Lisa, Parvati, Padma, Laura and Michael all stumbled in through the portrait hole and stalled upon sensing the atmosphere. As the last of the students arrived in the common room both Blaise and Draco immediately realised something. Harry Potter was not the only male submissive Elven at Hogwarts this year.
“Can’t claim them both, Malfoy,” Blaise said with a smug sneer before storming from the common room, heading for the dormitories. Daphne and Pansy who had been flanking him, glowering at Harry and Draco, not saying a word as they too headed up to bed.
“What did he mean?” Harry asked, turning to look at his boyfriend. Draco had gone stiff, not paying any attention to his mate as he scanned the crowd that was now settling down and being handed out their own cups of fire whiskey so that they could join the party. “Dray?” Harry asked again.
“I don’t think you’re the only one,” Draco said finally and in a quiet voice that no one else could overhear, after several more prompts from Harry as all the others around them began to drink. Padma and Parvati starting some music going for them and the celebration about being back in school in full swing, not that they needed an excuse to celebrate and drink far too much. The fact that they had survived was reason enough.
“The only what?” Harry asked confused as he sipped at his drink, the fire whiskey giving him a welcoming burn as it slid easily down his throat, settling in his belly and fuelling a spreading warmth. Draco once again had avoided any of the alcohol and was carefully keeping an eye on just how much his submissive was drinking.
“Male submissive Elven,” Draco explained as his hand wandered up to absentmindedly stroke at the unruly raven hair.
“I thought we were meant to be rare?” Harry asked in confusion. From what he had been lead to believe through being told, what he had read and seen in the behaviour of Blaise and Draco being a submissive male elven wasn’t supposed to be commonplace at all. Not that he minded not being the only one, if anything if felt such a relief that he wasn’t.
“Witches and Wizards coming into their creature inheritance was supposed to rare as well,” Draco said with a shrug. “Apparently the war changed some of the rules.”
“Does it change anything?” Harry asked nervously, suddenly realising that Draco might not want to be with him anymore now that he had other options. It made his heart sink to think that Draco might pass him over for someone else.
“What do you mean, mon amour?” Draco asked as he nuzzled against his mate, inhaling the sweet floral scent with its undertones of vanilla, he loved how Harry smelt to him, he could never get enough of the intoxicating scent.
“Between us… does it change anything?” Draco leant back a little so he could look at Harry, he heard the uncertainty in his voice and could feel it coming off him in waves.
Without thinking Draco leaned forward and claimed Harry’s lips in a searing kiss, wanting to make it perfectly clear exactly how he felt. He didn’t want Harry having any doubt in their relationship. He wasn’t going to give up Harry without a fight.
HPDM
Belen Torqueze wasn’t entirely happy. He had located the submissive Elven that he had been sent to Hogwarts to watch over but what was worrying him was the fact that there was at least two other submissive Elven that he had not been informed of, one another male and the other a female. That was along with the two dominant males. He had a feeling he was in way over his head here.
He also hadn’t been counting on Harry Potter, the Elven he had been sent here to look after and guide, already being in a relationship with a rather possessive dominant Elven, if the start of term feast had been anything to go by. He would have to do his homework, of course, and find out who the boy was before making assumptions but Harry Potter was going to need a powerful dominant to keep him grounded and he didn’t think that a teenager was going to be best suited to his needs at all.
Apparently this wasn’t going to be as easy as he had first thought. He was going to have to find out who was who and get the names of all of the Elven because clearly they hadn’t all been declared to the council, which probably meant they didn’t have relatives to do so for them. It seemed that they would all need help, rather than just Harry Potter, and he was beginning to feel if he had taken on more than he could handle with these youngsters.
He would have to make contact with the council, and soon. He had been intending to do so anyway as soon as he had successfully made contact with Harry Potter, but it was looking like they had a lot more to discuss and plan for now. He was also keen to know the extent of the relationship that Harry Potter had with the blond dominant elven, he just hoped that they hadn’t bonded because it was looking like Harry would probably need a full Elven creature to be his mate rather than a half-blood, though he would have to meet him to be sure.
HPDM
Over the course of the evening, as it had become later into the night the party in the eighth year dormitories had gotten rather out of control. Thankfully none of the three unwelcome Slytherins had appeared again but the others were all having a riotous good time, which included some rather dodgy table dancing that Draco wished he could have recorded for blackmail purposes later. Though he had to remind himself to curb his more Slytherin tendencies, especially considering that these people were supposed to be his friends now.
Harry had gone off with Ron and Seamus to partake in some of this rather interesting dancing as they had all had far too much to drink. It was nice to see his mate smiling and having fun without a care in the world. Even Hermione had had a drink too many, despite school starting in a few hours and was seemingly enjoying herself, giggling in the corner with Lisa and Laura as the boys made complete fools of themselves.
Theodore had been sat watching the antics unfold, a single beer in hand that he occasionally took slow sips of but he had had the same bottle all night and his gaze hadn’t wavered far from a certain young Gryffindor lady. Theo was one of those people that tended to keep himself to himself and faded into the background a little. No one else had noticed him at all but Draco had and he had seen where his gaze lingered.
Shaking his head he sighed, he knew a little about Vampires, there had been a few books on the subject at Malfoy Manor, he knew that Vampires had one true mate. It was there mate that made their lives bearable. To find their human mate meant to be able to live a mortal life with them and die with them so that the Vampire would never have to live without their soul mate. If the looks Theo was giving Hermione were anything to go by then he had found his and she was already spoken for.
He had been about to go and talk to him, thinking that he needed to ensure that Theo knew what he was doing but as Draco decided this Harry lost his footing where he had been standing on the coffee table and fell. Draco’s heart was in his chest and he had never been so glad that his reflexes were up to par because, as it was, Harry fell right into the out stretched arms of his boyfriend, giggling like a schoolgirl.
“I think I just fell for you,” Harry said with a smile as he gazed into swirling molten silver eyes, biting at his lower lip as his arms wrapped around Draco’s neck.
“Come on mon amour,” Draco said with a sigh and a smile, “I think it’s time for bed.”
Harry wiggled a little, looking to be put down but Draco’s hold on him tightened, determined to carry his mate up to bed. Neither of them said anything as they climbed upstairs to their room. Ron remained downstairs; when they’d left he had been snogging Hermione, which had driven Theo up to his own room just ahead of them.
Terry Boot, their fourth roommate had already come up to bed; his curtains were drawn around him but there was a distinct scent lingering in the room that was enough to drive the blond to distraction. Laying a sleepy Harry down on the single bed he set about undressing his boyfriend down to his underwear, determined to keep himself focused on the task in hand. However it was painfully clear that he had discovered who the other male submissive elven was.
Draco was glad that at least poor Terry wasn't stuck in a room with Blaise, he didn't particularly know or care for the boy, but he was a submissive like Harry and even the idea of anyone taking advantage of one of them was like a knife to the heart. He was sure that Blaise was going to make a move on the boy at some point anyway, but at least it wasn't made any easier for him by the sleeping arrangements
On the other hand, however, he was cursing his luck that he had to have Terry in his room; Harry’s scent was bad enough but combining it with Terry’s too was going to be torture. He could already feel his resolve to take it slow and not bond with Harry slipping. Using his wand, Draco pushed his and Harry’s beds together to form a comfortable double. When he looked down at his now sleeping Gryffindor he couldn’t help but smile as he pulled the blankets around him. All he could do was hope this year wasn’t going to be as difficult as he suspected it might be, as he crawled into bed and pulled his mate into his arms, closing the curtains around them.
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