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Light of Heaven

by Draeconin

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Chapter Sixteen

After dinner, Astrofel again made an appearance, this time with a chestnut-haired young woman in tow. "Alandal, may I present Harry and Draco D'Lumiére?"

Turning to the couple just mentioned, he continued the introduction. "Harry, Draco, I would like to introduce you to Alandal, who will attempt to teach you how to handle your wings."

"'Attempt'?" Harry said, wincing. "I guess we deserved that. I do owe you and your people an apology; both for the things I've said, and those I've thought. I'm afraid I've become very suspicious and cynical. Neither you, nor anyone here have given us reason... Well, your council of elders could have been more forthcoming, but other than that, none have given us reason to doubt or mistrust you."
"I will present your apologies to those in need of them. As for me, I will accept them - conditionally. That being, that you try to find out the facts before again questioning our honour."
"That's more than fair. Thank you," Harry replied, although he was feeling a little resentful of being patronized. He had already come to that decision on his own. '

Draco?' he prompted.

"Considering that you had cause to challenge, you are more than magnanimous," Draco said, making his input.
"Draco! Don't go giving them ideas!" Harry exclaimed, miming fear on a spur of the moment whim. This clowning, though rather lame, broke the tension, and they all laughed.
"It's nice to meet you, Monsieurs D'Lumiére." The young woman's voice was sweet and mellifluous. "Are you related?"
"Only by marriage," Draco drawled.
Harry looked at her, puzzled. "You don't know? Draco and I are thrice bonded and twice married; once by human convention, and once by elfin convention."
Alandal blushed. "I'm sorry, I didn't know. I'm head-blind, and hadn't heard."
Harry looked to Astrofel, embarrassed that he'd embarrassed this personable-seeming woman. "Head-blind?"
"I'm sorry, Alandal. I forgot to inform you," Astrofel told her.
Turning to the young couple, he explained. "She cannot hear or speak in the dragon fashion. Telepathically, she is both deaf and dumb," Astrofel said gently, putting an arm around her shoulders. "She stays in human form most of the time so she can communicate, but she is very knowledgeable, and a good teacher."
"It seems this is my day for making apologies, Alandal. I'm sorry for bringing up such a sensitive subject to you," Harry said.

Although Draco looked cool and collected, Harry could feel his mate's discomfort, both from his part in embarrassing Alandal, and an internal struggle between his childhood training, and his desire to also apologise. His training won out, and although the discomfort was still present, he remained silent.

Harry broke the uncomfortable silence that was threatening to develop. Addressing Alandal, he said "So you're going to teach us how to be able to make these things," he said, jerking his thumb over his shoulder at his wings, "manifest and un-manifest at will? Brilliant! When can we start?"
Giving Harry a grateful glance for changing the subject, Alandal replied "Before we do that, I think we should teach you how to use them to better effect, don't you? If any of your other forms are winged, the lessons would be useful there, as well."
"Excuse me? What other forms?" Draco inquired, rather urgently.
"Well, I don't know that you have any, but if you are triple bonded, you must have enormous potential, and having other forms would be a definite possibility."

Looking at Astrofel, she asked "Wouldn't it?"

"The Council seems to think so, but there's a lot to teach, and learn, before we get to that point," he replied.
"So your council thinks we have the potential to have other forms. What else does your council think?" Harry's voice sounded calm and even, but it wasn't the calm of peace; it was the calm before the storm, and his eyes had started to glow - red.
Draco moved behind his angry mate, nestling in-between the onyx wings, and put his arms around Harry's waist before laying his head on his husband's shoulder. Then, and only then, did he attempt to reach through his lover's anger. 'Harry... Please - calm down. Your eyes are glowing red, again.'
The colour of Harry's eyes dimmed to a bright gold as his husband's anxiety reached him. "I'm sorry," he said to the dragons. "It seems I've also developed a bit of a temper. Still, I do not appreciate secrets. Perhaps you will understand why, when I tell you that I believe that people close to me have died because I was not informed of all of the facts surrounding various situations I was sent into, or otherwise got involved in." Harry had, during this discourse, clasped his mate's arms, drawing him closer to himself. Now he turned his head and placed a quick kiss on the blond head on his shoulder, eyes coming ever closer to their natural emerald green, going a molten gold momentarily as he said "I'd hate to think what I might be capable of, should something happen to harm Draco because we didn't know all we should."
"Threats..." Astrofel began angrily.
"Threats?" Harry interrupted, his voice tense. "I've made mistakes with you and your people, but I would never go so far as to threaten. I was more or less talking to myself; a statement of fact. I am afraid of what I might be capable of, should I lose control."
"Then it is my turn to apologise," Astrofel said, with a quick, jerky, half-bow that revealed that he was still feeling anger.
"Too much talk; too many apologies," Harry said briskly, moving out of his lover's arms, and walking a few steps away before facing the small group. "Can we get on with our lessons?"
Draco winked at his husband, causing Harry to grin wryly at him in return.
For the next several hours they were kept very busy learning exercises to do both with and without their wings, heard an introduction to defensive and evasive/elusive flying, a few basics for caring for their wings, and more. Finally, they learned how to make their wings appear and disappear as wanted or needed, and practiced that for about an hour. They missed tea-time, or dragon-kind didn't observe it, and only stopped at supper time.

Both young men were exhausted both physically and mentally as they banished their wings for the night. But as they fell into each other's arms, when the halt had been called, a very light golden-blue glow developed around them, then faded.

The dragons, in their human forms, observed this in astonishment, noting that after the glow had faded, the shoulders and chests of both young men seemed broader, the muscles more defined. They had expected this sort of physical development to take place, but only after months of practice and work. They were dumbfounded. That it had happened - how it had happened... They looked at each other, then at the Veela couple. They said their good-nights, promising to come back the next morning, and departed to report this latest development to the council.
"Damn it! Dobby!" Harry yelled, knowing the elf was nowhere near. But he was tired and frustrated, and missed Dobby's helpful ways.
"Eep!"
Spinning around to find where the noise had come from, Harry was amazed, as was Draco, to find Dobby standing in the room.
"Dobby! I was just thinking about you! I thought you had been sent home, though. Why are you here?" Harry asked.
Dobby was trembling, eyes wide open as he stared at the winged forms of his master, and his master's mate. Quickly prostrating himself, Dobby replied "Dobby not know how he gets here, Master Harry, sir."
Draco laid a hand on Harry's arm. "Harry? You yelled for him just before he showed up. Could you have...?"
"I... I don't know," Harry replied hesitantly. But, reminded of why he had yelled for Dobby in the first place, he put the mystery of the elf's appearance aside for the moment. "Dobby, are you still willing to work for me? I know you don't have to, and if you'd rather not, I'll see what can be done to get you back home again."
Dobby looked up from his position on the floor, awe evident on his face. "Dobby be happy to serve Master Harry, sir," Dobby said.
Heaving a sigh of relief, Harry said "Oh, good." It was only then that he noticed that Dobby wasn't wearing his usual odd assortment of socks and cast-offs, but a rather nice tunic. The base colour was red, but a muggle would have said the garment was a multi-colour silk tie-dye, except the patterns and secondary colours shifted with every movement. He noted, with some amusement, that Draco was eyeing the tunic with a fair amount of envy.
"Something like that would be very comfortable to wear with our wings, wouldn't it, Draco?" Harry said, indicating Dobby's tunic. He felt his mate's impulse to deny his interest in the fabric, embellished suitably with insults and denigrating remarks, but was quite proud when the blond suppressed that urge, and merely nodded.
Feeling the pride his mate was feeling for him, Draco looked at Harry in surprise, and then coloured when he realised the reason for that pride. "Don't make a big thing out of it, Harry," he said. "I might be a prat, but I hope I'm not irredeemable or incapable of learning."
"Even if you were," Harry murmured, while he briefly nuzzled his mate's ear, "you'd be my irredeemable prat."
Draco had mixed feelings about that statement, but decided to let it slide - well, almost. "I'm hungry," he said, pouting.
"Then why don't you request our meals for us, baby? I want to talk to Dobby."
"Baby?" Draco queried.
"Well, you're pouting like one..." Harry answered with an air of deviltry; then, laughing, quickly dodged the kick aimed at his ankle.
"Not funny, Harry!" Draco fumed. "You can just sleep on the divan, tonight!"
Grinning, Harry placed a quick kiss on his mate's pouting lips, and sent several x-rated scenarios starring themselves over their link to him. Draco shuddered, melting into Harry's arms, head dropping onto his mate's broad chest. "You don't fight fair, Harry," he whispered, hoarsely.
"Do I still have to sleep on the divan?" Harry asked teasingly.
Draco looked into his husband's eyes. "Not if you can follow through with all of that," he replied, almost desperately.
"What? All in one night? I wonder if that divan has any lumps."
"Don't you dare, Harry! I don't care if I do walk bow-legged tomorrow, you're going to make good on that!"
Harry made a face as though he were being terribly put-upon, and sighed. "Well, if I must, I must." Then he winked at his lover, and bent in for a long, steamy kiss. "Think that'll hold you until tonight?"
Draco made a 'guhhh' sound as he let out his breath. Then, very calmly, he said "I'm going to kill you. Just so you know. And yes, it's entirely personal. You're a bloody tease," he wound up shouting.
Chuckling, Harry took hold of his mate's head, planted a firm kiss on his forehead, said "I love you" just as firmly, then turned back to the temporarily forgotten Dobby, while putting an arm around Draco's waist and drawing him close.
Dobby's face showed acute embarrassment as Harry said "I'm sorry, Dobby. And how is your mate doing?."
"Twinkie doing good," Dobby admitted, shyly.
"Would you like to have her here with you, or would you prefer to go home every night?" Harry asked.
Dobby's eyes widened. "The master would let Dobby go home nights?"
Harry frowned, slightly. "Yes, of course. Why shouldn't I?"
"Master Harry too good to Dobby!" the elf exclaimed, tears falling down his narrow face.
"Excuse me," Draco murmured, and departed for the loo.
"Nonsense," Harry declared. "I couldn't deprive you of being with Twinkie. I'd hate it if someone kept Draco and I apart. But I do need to ask a favour of you," Harry remarked, changing the subject. "The tub in there is a bit small. Is there any way you can enlarge it?"
"Is that why you called him here?" Draco asked, as he rejoined them.
"That was fast."
"I just needed a tissue. But don't change the subject; is that why you magicked Dobby here?"
Harry frowned. "Firstly, I'm not sure I did magic him here. Secondly, no; that wasn't why I wanted him here. It only occurred to me when you headed there, that I really wanted a long, hot soak with you. No, what I..." Suddenly he was talking to Draco's back, which quickly disappeared behind the privacy screen which hid their bed.
"That's the last straw! If you're not over here in thirty seconds, I'm starting without you!" Draco threatened.
Harry was torn between hospitality to Dobby, whom he may have inadvertently kidnapped from wherever he'd been, and his mate's threat/promise. Actually, it was no contest; the problem was in finding a graceful way to leave his 'guest'.
"Um, Dobby? Do you think you could find something to do to keep yourself occupied for the next hour or two? In fact, why don't you go ahead and go home for tonight, and we'll see you tomorrow?" He turned to follow after his mate, but then turned back. Whispering, he said "And if you could find a couple of suitable tunics for us - something like yours, but in our size - I would very much appreciate it. It's to be a surprise for Draco. Just let me know how to pay for them, all right? And thank you!" That last was said over his shoulder as he rapidly strode towards the 'bedroom'.
"Dobby sees the Master tomorrow, then, sir. Thank you, sir. I is happy to serve Master Harry, sir," the elf said, grinning. A moment later, he *popped* out.
As Harry came around the Chinese screens, he saw his husband just finishing the removal of his trousers. With their wings, they still hadn't been able to cover up their top halves - another reason why those tunics from Dobby would be important for future training sessions, or flying outside when they got good enough. Besides, those tunics could be worn with or without their wings. Modesty had become less important, but it was still too bloody chilly to go around half nude, especially if they were to leave these relatively warm rooms for the public areas of the caverns.

But there were more important things to think about right now - like ravishing his husband.

They found time to eat and bathe between bouts, but Draco did indeed make his husband fulfil every fantasy sexual situation Harry had 'fought' him with earlier; standing, kneeling, sitting, supine, forward and backward, limbs bent this way and that to make a position possible... They even tried it while flying, but found that it just wasn't possible to keep their wings moving enough to keep them aloft, keep position, and mate at the same time; one of their few disappointments.

"Hello, Dobby," Harry said sleepily the next morning, having got up to investigate when he heard the elf pop in. "Why are you back in those rags?"
Dobby looked puzzled. "Dobby is being a servant, so he be wearing servant clothes," the elf stated simply.
Harry frowned. "No. Dobby, you will not wear rags around me. It is demeaning to you, and insulting to me. It looks as though I cannot afford to pay you enough to keep you in good clothing. Wearing durable clothing that can take wear and tear is reasonable, but not rags. Do you understand?"
"Dobby understand," the elf replied, downcast that he had displeased the Royal.
Harry continued, his voice more gentle, now. "Dobby, if being a servant is so demeaning that you can find no honour, no pride in it - then, my friend, I send you on your way, and hope we can visit on occasion."
Dobby's eyes brimmed up with tears; Master Harry still considered him a friend! "To serve a Royal is prideful, Master Harry. Dobby will make the Master proud!"
Harry grinned. "Good!" he said, patting the elf on the shoulder. He had long given it up as a bad job, trying to get the elf to stop calling him 'master'. Then, in a very low voice, he asked "All right, so what were you able to find out about those tunics, for me?"
It wasn't but a few minutes later that Draco came around the privacy screen, still wiping sleep from his eyes. "Harry?"
"Yes, love?"
Draco smiled. "Oh, there you are."

Spotting Dobby, Draco got a small frown on his face. "What happened to your tunic, elf?"

Harry replied before Dobby could. "We've already talked about proper working attire, love. Probably not tunics, but there will be no more rags."

Turning to the elf, he said "Right, Dobby?"

Dobby grinned, and gave what was probably, to him, a sly wink. A blind man in the Americas could have seen it. "Very right, Master Harry, sir."
"What's going on, Harry?" the blond asked, suspiciously.
Harry got up from where he'd been sitting and walked over to his lover. "Nothing, sweetheart. Just a surprise for you."
Draco gave his husband a rather jaundiced look. "'Sweetheart'? I'm not going to cure you of being sappy, am I? What's my surprise?"
"Nope! I'm just a hopeless romantic, and you're stuck with me!" Harry said, grinning unrepentantly, and ignoring his mate's second question.
"What's my surprise, Harry?" Draco persisted, playing at being threatening.
"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, would it? You'll get it soon - tonight or tomorrow, depending," Harry teased.
That brought the blond up short. "Depending on what?" he asked, suspiciously.
"Depending on how good you are. If you keep pestering, it'll be tomorrow - or later." Harry leaned in close as he said that, 'til his nose was no more than an inch from his mate's.
Cross-eyed with the effort to keep his husband in focus, Draco replied. "You know this means war, don't you?" he asked, quietly.
"Bring it on, love." Harry darted in and placed a quick peck on his mate's nose.
"Damn it, Harry!" Draco attacked, all ten fingers digging mercilessly into his mate's ribs.
Harry writhed, laughing, falling helplessly to the floor, as his mate pursued.
"Do you give?" the blond growled, after a couple of minutes of this.
"I give! I give!" Harry declared, but as Draco let up, satisfied with his win, and expecting information to be forthcoming, Harry added "But I don't tell!" Laughing, he caught his lover's wrists as Draco seemed intent on renewing his assault on Harry's ribs. "Behave yourself, love, or I'll give it to someone else!"
Draco stared at his raven-haired lover, aghast. "You wouldn't!"
Drawing a slightly reluctant Draco down into his embrace, Harry affirmed that opinion. "You're right. I wouldn't." Draco relaxed, and melted into the embrace.
Later, they took a bath together in their newly enlarged tub.

"I've been meaning to ask, Astrofel: since the fireplace seems to be only for show, how a place this large is kept warm and has such a supply of hot water? I'm somewhat ashamed to say that Draco and I have been rather careless in our use of that."
Their lessons that day had been mostly a rehash of the information and practices taught the day before, to make sure that those lessons had sunk in. They had. Although seemingly less tiring, the exercises and practices were no less strenuous than they had been yesterday. Now they had stopped for dinner, and upon receiving the invitation, Astrofel and Andaral stayed to dine with them. Harry had given Dobby careful instructions, and the elf had risen to the occasion, producing four sandwiches that Harry called 'foot-long hoagies'. Some classic meats weren't readily available, such as bologna or soft salami, but there were plenty of tasty substitutes. Draco and the dragons had been, if not totally impressed, quite intrigued, and declared the sandwich 'tasty'. Now, after dining, they were relaxing and digesting, giving Harry time to ponder some questions he'd pushed aside before.
"Volcanic activity," Astrofel replied. Seeing the alarmed expressions on their faces, Astrofel hastened to reassure the couple. "Not active or dangerous, I assure you! We've lived in this demesne for a couple of thousand years. While there are earthquakes from time to time, these caverns and rooms are magically reinforced for stability, and we haven't had a cave-in or a rock slide for almost eighteen hundred years - and no volcanic activity otherwise - at least, not in this area. There are mud volcanoes elsewhere. We have tapped hot underwater rivers and springs, redirecting their courses here to heat our living quarters and to provide bathing pools, among other uses. So you see, hot water is truly a free resource here, and you have no need of embarrassment for its use." Seeing them relax, accepting his explanation and reassurance, he asked "May I ask a question of my own?" Not waiting for a reply, he continued. "How did you contact the elf, and get him in here?"
Harry squirmed, embarrassed. Draco just grinned at his husband, enjoying his discomfiture. "Um... I was so tired and frustrated last night, that I yelled for him, and he just showed up," Harry explained.
Astrofel looked at him dubiously. "You just - yelled - for him?"
"That's about it, yes."
"Very odd. I'll have to talk to the elders about this. They're not supposed to be able to get in here without being approved." Then he did something he'd not done before; he requested permission for something. "Harry, may I speak to the elf? Ask some questions?"
Harry acquiesced. "If it's all right with him, it's all right with me." Turning, he softly called out "Dobby? Could you join us for a few minutes, please?" Once the former house elf had done so, Harry said "Dobby, Astrofel would like to ask you some questions about last night." Dobby blushed furiously. "NO! Not about that, Dobby - about how you got here, I think," Harry said, also blushing.
Draco was almost rolling with laughter as Harry's blush deepened even further, realizing the possible implications of his words, and their guests looking askance at them and the elf. Half-grinning at the ridiculousness of the situation himself, Harry explained "Dobby witnessed Draco and I..." His embarrassment overcame him, although they hadn't been doing anything that intimate at that moment, and he couldn't go on, but an expression of understanding and - relief? - came over the faces of both Astrofel and Alandal.
"Dracoooo...." Harry complained, as his mate continue to howl his mirth. "Stop it, you prat!" Harry said, grinning. "It's not that funny..."
Slowly, Draco pulled himself under control. "I'm... I'm sorry, love," he said, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes, "but it is, really. The expression on your face - on their faces..." He started chuckling again.
Dryly, Harry said "You do realise they thought we had sexual relations with Dobby last night?" The dragons' faces wore only an expression of amusement as Draco abruptly stopped laughing and started sputtering. "Thought so," Harry said, smugly.
Taking on an air of nonchalance, Harry turned to his erstwhile mentors. "So!" he exclaimed cheerily, "What's next!" He wasn't entirely unsurprised when they burst into laughter, but decided to camp it up. "Hmph! Some people!" Then he burst out laughing, himself.
"It's good to see that you haven't lost your sense of humour," Andaral finally said.
"Thank you," Harry replied, "but the question was a serious one, as well as meant to provide humour. What is next on our agenda?"
"How about mingling? Getting more familiar with us, and where we live?" Astrofel suggested.
Harry looked at his mate, and both saw and felt his willingness to go along with this plan. "Sounds good, but could you give us about an hour to bathe and make ourselves presentable? We obviously can't go out half-naked."
Since they'd been working with their wings - and their tunics, which Draco still didn't know about, hadn't arrived yet - they were nude from the waist up.
Amusement plain in her voice, Alandal said "I doubt any would mind. We only take on human form, you know. But yes; we'll be back later."
Annoyed again with being patronized, and frowning slightly, Harry asked, his tone of voice a bit less than civil, "If the convention of being fully dressed is unimportant to you in your human forms, why didn't I see any state of undress in anyone over the age of five when we arrived?"
"Practice, Mr. D'Lumiére," she replied frostily, and walked out.
"Shite. When will I learn to control my temper?" Harry mourned. "'I'm sorry' is going to lose all meaning at this rate, no matter how much I might mean it." Draco cuddled up to his mate, trying to comfort him. Turning to face Astrofel, who was still standing there regarding the dark-haired young man, Harry said "Please, Astrofel, I don't know what's..."
"I know why, Harry; and it's something you're going to have to watch carefully," the dragon replied in an overly-calm voice that spoke of effort to control his own temper. "You are an untrained Veela Royal. If you had been trained since birth, you would know what to expect, and how to handle it; although few I've ever known bothered to try. That you do try to be pleasant, and regret it when you're not, is the only reason you are still here."
Draco was looking more overset by the second, worry and anger warring in his eyes. Sensing that the situation might be a very delicate one at the moment, Harry asked "If there was training I was supposed to get, but didn't, who can help me get it now?"
Draco growled, and Harry put his arms around his mate, trying to calm him. Through their link he could tell that the blond felt as though they, and Harry in particular, were threatened, and was going into defence mode. "It'll be okay, love. We're just in the same situation we were in as toddlers; we're having to learn proper behaviour and etiquette all over again, but with a whole new set of rules, among a species we have little in common with, despite current appearances."
One eyebrow raised, Astrofel commented. "Very good, Mr. D'Lumiére. Very succinct. And it wouldn't hurt us to remember that, either. However, I do have one more bit of information that may help." Turning his gaze upon Draco, he said "You, Mr. Draco D'Lumiére, do not seem to have realised that you have some responsibility in this, as well."

Draco's response, while vocal, was not verbal.

"No need to snarl, Draco. It is not to your behaviour towards us that I refer, but your responsibility towards your mate. He has the lion's share of magical power in your relationship, but that power creates an irritation of his nerves and power channels. You may not yet consciously know how to soothe them, but you do have the ability to both calm Harry and to boost his power when it is needed. I suggest you play a more active part in that rôle." Having said that, he also departed.

Draco stared after him, gobsmacked. "And how do I learn that?" he asked of the air.

Harry sighed. "We're on the bottom of the heap, love. An unenviable position, and one I know you aren't used to, but almost everyone else starts there and has to work their way up. We won't be on the bottom for long," he swore.
Draco jerked his attention back to his bond-mate. "Who says we're on the bottom now, Harry? I'd say we're probably more off to the side a bit. We don't fit in, and we're not going to. We're unique, according to everyone who's had anything to say about it, right? We'll learn from those who will teach us, and the rest can go bugger themselves!" Draco said, fiercely.
Harry smiled. "That's why I love you; you always know what to say to cheer me up."
Draco pouted. "Is that the only reason?"
"Only one among hundreds, belovéd; only one among hundreds. And now, I think we'd best get the sweat washed off, don't you? We've got things to see, people to do."
"Oh, Harry," Draco groaned, "I can't believe you trotted out that old chestnut!"
"Horses? Where?" Harry ducked just in time. "Race you?" he asked.
"No, Harry," Draco dead-panned, "no horse races." He got to the bathing room first, but couldn't quite get the door slammed shut in time. Harry forced it open and got his revenge for Draco's earlier tickle attack on him.
When Harry finally relented, he stared raptly into his lover's silver eyes as they both caught their breath, and then leaned down and gently kissed his husband, the kiss becoming firmer, more possessive, from both of them. Harry broke off for a moment to get the water running, then they stripped, stepped under the hot stream, and resumed where they'd left off, using the unnecessary excuse of washing each other, to run their hands over every inch of every part of each other's bodies, and then brought each other off. With a final rinse they stepped out, then gently dried each other. Reluctantly they got dressed, putting on clean clothing, each disappointed as their lover's body was covered, their link making those emotions and attitudes quite poignant as they shared with each other.
Their timing was superb, for just as they finished brushing their hair, Astrofel showed up, a still somewhat disgruntled Andaral in tow. "Ah, I see we got here in good time! Ready to meet the population?"
In a much better mood than before, a fact which did not go unnoticed by either transformed dragon, Harry said "Lead on!" and said it with a large grin.

"Dobby, you may leave whenever you wish. Thank you for helping!" he said, as he exited the room. If Dobby answered, he didn't hear it.

The tour through the public areas of the demesne was a public relations success, although Harry wasn't thinking in those terms. Still, he exchanged a few words with those who felt an inclination to meet with them, and even played a bit with the young ones, with a witty line or a quick tickle. When they reached their own rooms once again, Draco thought that Harry had done well, and may have laid a foundation for future allies, should the need ever arise, and said so when they were alone. Harry wasn't hypocrite enough to deny he liked the idea of making allies, but wasn't too fond of the idea that he may one day have to use this intelligent, sophisticated species through that alliance.
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