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Dragon Blood	By : Aline Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 55990 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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*Disclaimer: Harry Potter, and all the characters from it doesn’t belong to me, they belong to J. K. Rowling, I’m not gaining anything but fun from writing this.

Author’s note: Sorry, I got sidetracked by a farm. I know how it sounds but it really happened.

Thank you all for the wonderful reviews. They really help me to continue writing.

Chapter 15. Deal with it.

Harry woke to an annoying headache. He groaned, still half asleep, and tried to pull the covers over his head. Something was preventing him to move like he wanted, and he frowned, not bothering yet to open his eyes. He slowly became aware of his right arm being trapped under a soft weight. He tried to pull his arm free, and the thing over it moved closer to him, cuddling into his side. He felt an alien hand caressing his torso, and he half opened his eyes to peek around him.

The first thing he noticed was a mop of red hair over his chest. He blinked incomprehensibly at the sight, and his wakening brain made an effort to remember the previous night.

Very slowly the memories started to pop in his head, and at the same time panic began to rise. He suddenly was wide-awake, and pushing Ginny off him, scrambling desperately to get away.

The girl was about to fall over the edge of the bed, but waked up on time, and lifted her head to drowsily look in Harry’s direction. The boy meanwhile had managed to get out of the bed, and was busy pulling his pants on. Ginny stretched out on the bed, and threw the covers aside, making an inviting gesture to the flustered boy.

“Harry love, come over here. We can skip breakfast.”

The Gryffindor boy rounded on her, a look of pure fury in his eyes. Ginny hesitated for a moment, but then smiled bravely at him, and attempted a seductive posture.

“Harry? Love, I know this was a bit hurried, but it was so great…”

“Get out.”

She blinked at him in confusion, surprised at the angry voice.

“Harry?”

“Get out!!”

“Wha… No, no Harry, you can’t just expect me to go away after what happ… ow!”

Harry found Ginny’s clothes, and threw them at her face. The girl had just managed to sit up, and grab her garments, when a firm grip pulled her by the arm and got her out of the bed and towards the door.

“I said get OUT! OUT!!”

“Harry wait! Please Harry! You’re hurting me!”

The boy opened his bedroom door, and literally threw the naked girl to the hallway, slamming the door after her. Ginny landed unceremoniously on her ass.

“OW! Harry! HARRY!!”

She sat there for a whole five minutes, staring open mouthed at Harry’s closed door, refusing to believe that he had ejected her forcefully from his bed. Finally she put on her blouse and skirt hurriedly, and escaped to her own bedroom before someone saw her.

Inside the room, Harry was furiously stripping the bed from its linen. He got it all on a pile and promptly set it on fire. He was tempted to burn the bed as well, anything to rid the room of the stench of sex that permeated it, but he had enough presence of mind to doubt he could prevent a larger fire from getting out of control. He opted for strip again, and take a long scalding shower.

For the first time he was grateful that Hermione, and Mrs. Weasley had convinced him to take the master bedroom, as it had its own bathroom, and he didn’t have to risk seeing Ginny in the hallway. He turned on the water as hot as it could get, and revelled in the dull pain that the scalding water provoked. Half way down the shower he started to cry hysterically, and to viciously punch the tiled wall. He didn’t realize when his knuckles started to bleed.

After a while he rested his forehead on the bloodied tiles, and his cries receded to sobbing. He didn’t remember much of the previous night save the vague sensation of dizziness. The memory of Ginny’s kisses was so surreal, almost like something he had witnessed happening to someone else. He felt so betrayed, so used. How dare she said that she loved him! He had never been more disgusted in his life!

He wondered vaguely if this was how Malfoy had felt in the morning after Harry had assaulted him. Then shoved the sentiment away. After many talks with the blond and getting closer to him Harry had finally gotten through his head that Malfoy had not been traumatized by the event, and in fact had wished for it to happen. Which was not the case in his situation! Ginny had no right to do this to him! She was supposed to be part of Harry’s family! …

The Weasleys… Oh God, what they would think? He couldn’t face them. What was he going to say? What if they took Ginny’s side? After all she was a real Weasley, an actual member of the family, he was just someone they took pity on. What if they believe he was the one at fault? That he had mislead her by hinting that they would have a relationship someday, after the war?

Harry gulped. He couldn’t face the Weasleys, and he didn’t want them to know what had happened. The thought of facing Ginny anytime soon made his stomach lurch uncomfortably. Suddenly taking a decision he got out of the shower, and quickly dried himself. Then he hurried into the bedroom and dressed as fast as he could, wincing slightly every now and again when the clothes rubbed too much on his tender burnt skin. After that he got out of the room, peeking cautiously to both sides of the hallway before venturing in the way to the library, praying to the gods that Hermione would be there alone.

For once he was lucky and didn’t encounter anyone on his way. Hermione was pulling an ancient looking book from one of the shelves when Harry spotted her. He surveyed the rest of the big library, and thanking the fates that they were the only ones there he walked silently behind his friend, and grabbed her arm. The girl jumped startled, and with a yelp turned around, ready to smack Harry’s head with the heavy book. The boy ducked the blow just in time

“Gezz, calm down Hermione it’s me.”

“Harry! Don’t do that! I didn’t even hear you! What’s the matter? You weren’t there for breakfast.”

Harry looked apologetically at his friend, but then continued to pull her insistently to the exit.

“Come on Hermione. I’ve been thinking and we can’t wait a week, we must go now.”

“What? But… but Harry we are not ready…”

“You have the maps and all our notes in your backpack don’t you?”

“Well, yes but…”

“Accio Hermione’s backpack!”

The big bundle sailed trough the door a moment latter, and nearly threw Harry to the floor when it impacted on him. The Gryffindor boy huffed in an effort to regain his breath and then put the bag on the floor.

“Jesus Herm, what else do you have in here?”

“Important accessories and books that could be helpful. Now Harry what is happening? Why the sudden hurry? Has this something to do with Ginny looking smug at breakfast?”

Harry froze, and his eyes glassed over when he heard Ginny’s name. Hermione narrowed her eyes at him and promptly hissed.

“What happened Harry Potter?”

The boy shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, and turned his eyes away from the girl.

“Did she say anything?”

“Not really. She only commented on what a good day it was and how happy she felt. Why Harry?”

The Gryffindor boy clenched his fists, and growled under his breath. He grabbed Hermione’s backpack, and walked decidedly out of the library and down the stairs.

“Harry? Harry wait!”

Hermione ran behind her friend, trying to get him to stop. Harry however shook her off every time she reached for his arm and continued walking.

“You can stay if you want Hermione. I’m going to look for the last horcrux. I can’t wait anymore!”

“Harry, please! We don’t have clothes or provisions, we are not ready to go!”

“We can call Dobby latter and ask him to bring us what we need. I’m not staying here any longer!”

The pained voice with which Harry said the last words made Hermione falter in shock for a second. She looked helplessly as her friend took the last steps to the house’s front door, and opened it with fierce determination on his face.

“You’re coming or not?”

Hermione bit her lip nervously for a second. She couldn’t let Harry leave alone. With a deep sigh she joined her friend, and together they left the safety of Grimmauld Place.

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Draco stood in the entrance parlour of the Black’s house, leaning heavily on the wall that used to support Walburga Black’s portrait. A small backpack was at his feet, containing the clothes that Tonks had gotten for him before her death. He was waiting for Moody to come down from the upper floors so they could go on their merry way to Snape’s hiding place.

Of course, that was to be only if Mad Eye was successful in leaving Molly Weasley behind.

The boy sighed morosely. He felt dreadfully tired, and Sally had gone dormant again. He could faintly hear the noise of the argument that was taking place in the upper floors, and scowled in annoyance.

Everyone had been astonished when they had discovered that the two remaining thirds of the Golden trio had disappeared. That had been three weeks ago. Mrs. Weasley had been nearly thrown into shock, and a searching party had been sent to find the stray teenagers without any luck. Every trustworthy person in the Order had been notified of the incident and put on alert. It had been very difficult to remain calm, and keep watching the Death Eaters’ activities.

Mrs. Weasley had been endlessly worrying about the two missing Gryffindors the entire three weeks, but she hadn’t allowed herself to be distracted from the rest of her family. She had insisted that everyone practiced self-defence everyday, and that Ginny started to review the Hogwarts texts to continue with her education. Draco had focussed on his potion-making, hardly getting out of the potions lab. He had been deeply saddened by the fact that Harry had left without a word, and he had wondered if the boy intended to ever come back.

Two days after the Gryffindors’ disappearance Draco had started to feel the effects of his absence. He had felt how much his own magic was drained with the smallest effort, and Sally had retreated from his consciousness to save energy. Every bit of his magic was being consumed away to maintain his pregnancy. Draco had feared for his child, but Salamanca had assured him that the father’s absence would not be fatal as he alone should be capable to provide enough magic for his baby to be fine. However he was left pretty vulnerable, as he now wouldn’t be able to do even the most simple of spells.

About a week later, the werewolf had returned. Only to disappear again, claiming that the whole Order was made of a bunch of incompetent wizards who would never find his godson, so he would have to do it himself. Draco had been thankful that Lupin had gone in search of Potter. Especially after the man had looked at him with something akin to horror, sniffed a few times, and then had shook his head as if trying to rid his mind of an incredulous idea, turning away from the blond and muttering under his breath.

Another thing that had been blowing his mind was the Weasleys’ attitude towards him. Not Ginny’s, the little tart had been even nastier than usual, but the twins had turned out to be a surprise for the blond. The pranksters had been constantly at his side, trying to cheer him up, and making sure that he didn’t miss any meals. Mrs. Weasley had also been pretty kind to him and had checked on his well being constantly. The Weasley matron had a way of looking at him, as if she KNEW just what it was Draco was hiding! That was unnerving. The boy had read the book and so understood that, usually, the family of a bonded tend to gravitate towards him or her, but the Weasleys were not his family. Well, they were some sort of cousins, he supposed, but it was not the same. Even so, Salamanca had told him that they were going to feel compelled to help him. After all, they also had some sensibility to the Rainbow dragons’ magic.

As helpful as the Weasleys were, it was distressing to Draco. They were being so… nice. If it wasn’t for Ginevra, Draco would have been sure that the Weasley clan knew something about the Dragons.

The Weasley girl had been the most shocked by Harry’s disappearance, and she had stubbornly fixated on the idea that Draco somehow had to have something to do with the boy’s absence, since he’ll never leave the house without even a word to them. She didn’t seem to care too much about Hermione; she was completely focused on her “poor” Harry’s fate. She constantly insisted that they should make Draco confess what he had done to drive Harry away form the house, and that probably he had set up a trap for him. Thankfully no one had seemed to pay her any heed. So she had settled for glaring at the boy, and insisted that he shouldn’t be at Order’s Headquarters anymore.

Finally McGonagall decided to agree with the girl. She had never wanted the blond Slytherin in headquarters anyway, and now that Harry was nowhere to be found no one was going to speak for him. Or so she had thought.

Draco had definitely not been prepared for Mrs. Weasley to go ballistic on his behalf. Neither anyone else it had seemed. The twins had recovered quite quickly, and had readily supported their mother, pointing out that Harry would be quite upset if he returned and found Malfoy gone. Professor McGonagall had been quite crossed, but had not relented. She had told the lot of them with finality that there was no reason why Malfoy should stay at Grimmauld place, and so Moody had offered to find him a suitable refuge. Molly Weasley had gritted her teeth, and had said nothing else.

The day that Draco had finally been ready to go, she had appeared with her families’ trunks packed, two very eager twins, and an upset Ginny; and had announced in no uncertain terms that they were accompanying Draco.

It had been a mess.

McGonagall had been enraged, and had attempted to make the other woman see reason. Ginny had supported the professor, and had hotly declared her intentions of staying behind, and wait for Harry. Moody was forced to support McGonagall. If they were going to move Malfoy he was going to make sure that it was to a place where only Dragon-bonded wizards had access to him. Soon the discussion had transformed into a shouting match between the two elder witches, and Draco had grabbed his bag and escaped to the parlour.

And there he was, waiting patiently for Mrs. Weasley and McGonagall to kill each other, so that he could leave. He was so distracted with his own musings that he didn’t notice the front door being inconspicuously opened. He jumped up in surprise when he heard the distinct sound of said door being closed, and turned around fearfully, ready to bolt upstairs at the sight of their unannounced visitor. He nearly dropped down dead when he saw Harry and Granger standing a few steps from him, looking worst for wear but definitely alive. Draco glared at them with some rancour.

“Don’t do that you two! You nearly gave me heart failure!”

“Nice to see you too Malfoy.” Said Hermione cheekily. She looked at him with a tired expression.

Draco wanted to say something nasty to her, but was too busy feeling his magic reach out towards Harry. The dark-haired boy stepped in front of him.

“What are you doing here? It’s usually time for lunch now.”

“So you figured that you could drop in and choke us all to death?”

“Malfoy, we are in no mood to have this discussion!”

“Of course you aren’t.”

The blond crossed his arms and looked to the far wall, feeling sulky. Harry sighed and relented. He felt too disappointed to be fighting with Draco. He looked at the floor, ready to go upstairs to his room, when he spotted the backpack at the blonde’s feet. He narrowed his eyes at it, and thought seriously over the fact of Malfoy been in the entrance parlour. He lifted his eyes to look at the Slytherin severely.

“Malfoy, what exactly are you doing here with that backpack?”

The blond tried to sound petulant to hide his nervousness. Too bad that his trick no longer had an effect on either of the Gryffindors in the house.

“Well, you see, since the owner of the house disappeared three weeks ago, with no indication as to when or if he was returning, it was decided that I will be vacating the premises.”

Harry gaped at him, and after some seconds shook his head and advanced worriedly to the blond.

“What? But you can’t be serious! You can’t leave!”

“Why not Potter? There’s not much difference between one hidden place to another, anyway… Hey!”

Harry grabbed the blond by the arms, and gritted his teeth.

“You are safe here! There’s no need for you to move to any other place!”

Draco blinked in surprise at the dark-haired boy. He wondered why Harry looked so… anxious. He was also worried by the sudden flow of his magic. Now that Harry was physically touching him, he could feel how the magic of both of them was intertwining. Reasserting the bond between them. Inside of him he could feel Sally beginning to stir. He wondered if Potter was feeling anything. He was still trying to figure out what to do when Hermione put a hand on Harry’s shoulder to calm him.

“Easy Harry. First we have to know what has happened. Maybe there’s a good reason for Malfoy to go.”

Draco looked transfixed as Potter pressed his lips, and released him reluctantly.

“It’s just that… I don’t know, I kind of feel like you are my responsibility… and I want to have you around.”

“Well, not as if you have been around lately, you know. Everyone has been worrying. McGonagall almost went catatonic.”

Harry ran his hands through his hair, clearly upset.

“Yeah, well it’s a bit complicated. You see…”

“Harry!”

Draco groaned, and lifted his head to tragically watch the ceiling. Harry and Hermione turned towards the stairs where Ginny was climbing down as fast as she could, waving her hands excitedly.

“I knew you’d return soon! Now mom can stop her nonsense about going away!”

To Draco’s surprise Harry hissed angrily at the Weasley girl, and took out his wand to prevent her from getting closer. Ginny stopped a few meters from them, totally in shock.

“Harry? Harry what’s wrong?”

Hermione put herself between her friend and the flustered girl, just when Moody, Mrs. Weasley, McGonagall and the twins arrived. Molly immediately charged towards the two wayward youngsters and hugged them tightly.

“Harry! Hermione! I’ve been so worried! What in Merlin’s name you both were thinking to leave the house like that?! You could have been seriously injured!”

“We’re sorry Mrs. Weasley.” Said Hermione meekly after Molly finally released both of them.

Harry was quietly looking to the floor as the Weasley matron flustered over them, making sure that they were indeed in one piece. McGonagall meanwhile started her own rant.

“I think you both owe all of us an explanation! Have you not sense of responsibility at all? Perhaps you still don’t get into your heads how dangerous it is to go on your merry way to parts unknown, without the consideration to tell anyone where you’re heading!! This is not Hogwarts! We’re at war here! We can not be so bold anymore!”

Alastor was looking severely at the teenagers too. He continued as soon as McGonagall stopped to get some air.

“I’m surprised Potter. One would think that with a madman’s obsession with you, you would have developed some common sense by now!”

Draco suppressed the need to snort at Mad eye’s comment. Really! The gal of the man! He had always known where Potter and Granger had gone! Draco had spied Dobby reporting to him! He was just making a show to cover his knowledge!

A thought suddenly occurred to the Slytherin, and he narrowed his eyes at the ex-auror. Mad eye had known Potter’s whereabouts! Which meant that not only the pair of Gryffindors had never been in danger, and the old man had let them all worry needlessly, but also that he had probably known when they were going to return! The git!

The two friends looked at each other in a purposeful manner, and then Hermione apologized for the both of them; explaining a bit about some artefacts that Albus had wanted them to retrieve, without actually telling what they had tried to accomplish. Draco was barely hearing her. He was busy examining the Gryffindor boy. The flow of magic had settled into a soft interchange, and Sally was waking up, and starting to acknowledge the situation. Harry didn’t seem to notice his magic doing weird things. He was stubbornly looking at his feet, clenching and unclenching his fists, clearly upset.

Draco sighed, wondering what had prompted the two friends to disappear like that. He knew that Harry was impulsive, but usually Granger managed to cool down both him and the weasel. Perhaps without the ginger boy present she was loosing her touch.

He came back to reality when he noticed the ominous silence in the room. McGonagall was looking at the two Gryffindors with her lips tightly pressed, and her hands on her hips. She must have asked something, but apparently none of the two culprits were willing to give an answer.

“Well, I’m waiting!”

Harry lifted his head and shrugged noncommittally. McGonagall looked about to explode.

“Mr. Potter, that is non-acceptable behaviour for someone like you!”

“Please professor, we are sorry!” Said Hermione, noticing that her friend was about to strangle someone. “Dumbledore insisted that we were to be very careful and not tell others. It’s just that there’s only one artefact left and we really need help to find it! It’s very important! Without it You-know-who would never be defeated!”

“Still, it is not reason to just leave without even a word! I know you trust in your friends Mr. Potter, you could at least say something to them!”

“Yes Harry, you know we could have helped you!” Said an indignant Ginny.

Harry glared at the girl with such venom that McGonagall forgot for a moment her anger, and looked between the two with surprise. Ginny gaped at Harry, and ignoring the silent warning took a step towards him.

“Harry? What’s the matter?”

The girl tried to reach over to him, but Harry immediately lifted his wand again. Everyone present gasped.

“Don’t you dare come near me Ginny! I don’t want you to touch me ever again!”

The girl blinked in surprise and looked alternatively at Harry, and the wand aimed at her. She couldn’t believe what was happening. Hermione touched Harry’s arm again, trying to calm him a bit.

The bushy haired girl had managed to extract from Harry the tale of what had made him want to leave Grimmauld place in such a hurry. She hadn’t been pleased at all. In fact, she was extremely furious at Ginny. How dare the girl approach Harry as if nothing was wrong?! She wanted to punch her, but if she did it in front of everyone she would have to explain, and Harry had made her promise that she was going to wait. The Gryffindor boy would prefer to just forget what had happened and get away from Ginny, but Hermione knew that sooner or later he was going to have to confront the bint.

It turned out that she didn’t have to wait much. Apparently, Ginny didn’t like her touching Harry. The Weasley girl glared at Hermione, and hissed at her.

“Oh, I see. Someone has been trying to get you away from me. Surely filling your head of stupid lies! Don’t listen to her Harry! She’s not trustworthy!”

“Shut up Ginny!” Said Harry, now barely containing his anger. “What would you know about trust?”

The girl’s eyes widened at Harry’s anger, and she stuttered clenching her hands nervously.

“Ha-Harry… I… Y-you can’t be mad at me… I mean… what I did was out of love Harry! I thought you’d understand! I-I was trying to fix things!”

“Fix things?! FIX THEM?! Are you fucking mad?!”

Draco paled, and with his left hand looked support from the wall. Holly shit! Harry’s magic was attempting to explode! The adults were all but gaping at him in utter shock. Ginny took a step away from him, but then seemed to recover and managed to look hurt.

“I love you Harry! And I know you love me! How can you deny that? I was just trying to make you see reason…!”

“Stupefy!”

“Protego!”

No one had expected Harry to actually hex Ginny. No one except Moody, that’s it. The Stupefying hex never touched Ginny thanks to quick ex-auror’s reflexes. The girl looked fearful now, and started to sob.

“I suggest you control yourself Mr. Potter. There’s no need to waste perfectly useful magic over a teenager stunt, I’m sure.” Said Mad eye, in the best personification of Snape that he could manage.

Harry tried to calm down, aware now of the people that was around him, and especially aware of Draco’s presence at his back. He didn’t want the boy to find out what had happened, at least not like this. But Ginny seemed to have other ideas.

“Please Harry. We need to fix this. You love me and you know it! We only need to settle our differences and…”

“Settle our differences?” Harry hissed at her, barely managing to put his magic under control. “Get this through your head Ginevra Weasley. I don’t want to ever talk with you again. I want nothing to do with you, you understand? Nothing!”

“You can’t Harry! You can’t leave me like this! I’m pregnant!”

Silence filled the Black’s parlour as everyone digested what Ginny had said. Molly Weasley whispered, looking at her daughter with incredulity.

“W-What?”

Harry got out of his shock, and advanced over to Ginny. His eyes were wide and fearful.

“You are lying.”

“I’m not! We are having a baby Harry!”

“That’s not possible!”

Harry took the girl by her arms, and almost lifted her from her feet, trying to see directly into her eyes. This time no one moved a finger to stop him. His magic was getting out of control again.

“Harry, stop, you’re hurting me!”

“You can not be pregnant that’s a lie!”

“It’s not! I wanted to be sure and prepared a pregnancy potion! We are going to be a family Harry…”

“No! How dare you Ginny! That was not your decision to make!”

Harry shook the girl and Ginny squealed, now truly afraid. Harry’s magic made the furniture tremble, and the other people in the parlour braced themselves.

“Ow! Harry! Harry stop please! It’s what you wanted! You always wanted a family! I’m giving you one!”

“Not like this! Damn you Ginny! I hate you!”

A wave of magic threw people of their feet, and Hermione fearfully reached towards her friend.

“Harry! Please stop! You’re going to hurt someone, please!”

The Gryffindor pushed Ginny away, and ran upstairs, leaving everyone to recover as best as they could.

Draco looked at Harry’s back for a moment, and then concentrated in getting himself up the floor. He had unconsciously put his right hand over his stomach, trying to protect his baby from the onslaught of magic. He could feel Sally around him, her aura making a strong and much better shield than any protego. He breathed in relief, and looked as everyone else collected themselves. The shouting started almost immediately.

&&&&&&&&

The blond Slytherin walked towards his room in abject silence. He had only stayed to hear the discussion between Mrs. Weasley, and her daughter out of morbid curiosity. It went on for sometime before the grownups remembered his and Granger’s presence, and sent both of them to their rooms. Not that it really mattered, by then all that had to be said had been in fact said, and there was nothing left but to pick up the pieces.

Draco wondered if McGonagall was going to press the matter of him leaving Headquarters, but he supposed not.

He sighed and leaned heavily on his door. He was terribly shaken by what had happened. He could not believe that the Weasley girl was pregnant. What she had done to Harry had been… horrible… And he could not get out of his head the thought that he had done something similar.

For very different reasons, they both had taken advantage of Harry. They both had forced him to sire a child that he didn’t want. Draco felt terrible. He had never wanted to hurt Harry like that. Now that he had seen first hand how the Gryffindor boy would react to the news of an unwanted child, he decided that he was never going to mention his own baby to him. He was not going to impose that responsibility on Harry. It would only make him despise Draco again, and it would cause him pain.

No, he was not going to do it. It was better that the boy never knew.

He felt Sally’s nose on his cheek, trying to comfort him, and smiled. Despite the events of the day he felt infinitely better with Sally active again. She made him remember that he wasn’t alone anymore.

Draco entered his bedroom, and let his backpack fall to the floor. He closed the door, and stared in surprise at the figure sitting in the windowsill. Harry was there. Looking morosely towards the garden. Draco blinked a few times, and tentatively took a few steps towards the other boy.

“Potter?”

The Gryffindor smiled ruefully, but didn’t take his eyes of the garden.

“No more first names?”

“Sorry. Harry. It requires practice, you know?”

“I suppose. I hope you don’t mind me here. I really don’t want to enter my room ever again.”

“Whether I mind or not, it’s your home. I don’t really have any say in where you decide to stay.”

He walked towards the bed and sat down, facing Harry’s direction. The Gryffindor boy suddenly frowned, and turned sharply to look at him.

“And you are going to stay right here! I’ll make sure they don’t move you out of the house!”

Draco shrugged and lowered his eyes.

“I think they have forgotten about me. They’re… busy with other… more pressing matters.”

“Oh.”

Harry pressed his lips together and looked at the floor in embarrassment.

“Draco, I-I didn’t want…”

“I know. Mrs. Weasley was pretty upset, but she doesn’t blame you. They made Ginevra tell them exactly what she had done. And… she told them everything… including the spiked firewhiskey.”

Harry’s face went ashen, and leaned in the window; feeling like his entire world was spinning.

“Oh my good! They all are going to hate me now.” He said quietly. Draco looked at him worriedly.

“Whatever for? They know it was Ginny’s doing.”

“Yes, but… I didn’t want anyone to know… I mean… Maybe they’ll think that I provoked her. That somehow she was led to believe that I still want her.”

“Harry, no one thinks that. Everyone knows that she tricked you. It’s not your fault.”

Draco stood up, and walked towards the other boy. He put a hand on his shoulder, trying to be supportive.

“Are you gonna be alright?”

Harry huffed and lifted his head, looking straight in front of him without really seeing anything.

“I suppose.”

He stood too and looked at the blond sadly.

“So, you’re not too disgusted with me?”

Draco’s eyes widened in surprise at the question. He punched Harry’s shoulder lightly.

“Of course not you twit. Why should I?”

Harry shrugged, and bit his lip. Draco rolled his eyes at him.

“Are you always so prone to guilt? You are not responsible for other people’s madness, you know? There is no way that you can somehow control Weasley’s crazy ideas!” He took the other boy by the arm, and made him look up to his face. “Don’t let this win Harry. Don’t let other people’s actions damage what you are.”

Harry looked at Draco, and smiled despite himself.

“You sound like Hermione, you know?”

Draco made a disgusted face.

“How dare you compare me? I’m much more sensible than Granger!”

Harry grinned and then took the blonde’s hands.

“Thanks Draco.”

“You’re welcome.”

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“That girl is a danger! We should have banished her from the house at once!”

The man looked to be in his early sixties, was tall, wore glasses and had an impeccable beard. He was also greatly distressed, and he wasn’t the only one. Snape looked around the chamber where an assortment of ten people had reunited to discuss the recent events.

None of them had been happy when the Potter brat had suddenly decided to leave. Draco had been left practically defenceless. They all had been wondering the reason for the Gryffindor boy to simply disappear without explanation. Now that they knew, everyone wondered why the Weasley girl was allowed in the same house as the Malfoy heir. She was clearly unstable, and no one could begin to guess what she’ll do next.

Snape sighed and inwardly cursed once more.

“It would be very difficult. Unless we find an adequate excuse to send her to Romania with her brother, I really doubt that her mother would let her out of her sight. Especially now.”

“Why not move the entire family then?”

Asked a middle-aged witch, tall and robust. Her robes and the hood of her cape obscured her facial features.

“The Weasleys are the only family that can be close to the Malfoy boy right now.” Said Salamanca. “Both them and the Prewetts are families highly sensitive to the call of the dragons. Many of their members can be influenced by the Dragons’ magic, even when they’re not bonded. Molly Weasley, and her twin children had been very useful. They had taken care of Malfoy quite well. If we remove them, the boy would be left to his own devices.”

The entire assembly shifted uncomfortably. They all knew that the sudden interest of the Weasleys for Malfoy’s well being was a result of the Dragon’s presence. Instinctively and without conscious knowledge, they were also trying to protect the last of the Rainbow Dragons. It was a pain to not be able to give them proper instruction. Moody huffed and grumped from his place next to a column.

“Anyway, now that the little chit has what she wanted, she’ll probably quiet down.”

“Are you sure about that Alastor?” Asked another wizard.

“She thinks she has secured Potter. She counts on his sense of responsibility to take care of her and her child. She expects to have no more problems to marry him. Malfoy is no longer a menace.”

“Nonetheless we better be on guard. Potter still has to spend an adequate amount of time with Draco.” Pointed out Snape. “We can not allow anyone to interfere with this. It’s our only chance for survival.”

Again the discomfort was palpable. No one liked the situation, but they really had no other choice. Finally Alastor grumped one more time.

“I’ll have the elves to keep closer tabs on all three of them. At the time, Potter is mad at the girl, and it will last a while for him to decide to speak to her again. It was decided that no one was going to pressure him to do anything. Malfoy still has plenty of opportunity to be close to him.”

“And what about the horcruxes?” Said a middle-aged man. “Are we going to let them continue their fruitless search? We know where the last one is.”

“Yes.” Said Salamanca. “And while Hogwarts remains closed to everyone, there’s no use trying to get it. What do you both think, Severus, Alastor? It may be beneficial that the Potter boy has no reason to leave the house.”

“Yes, but it could be counterproductive.” Said Snape. “That boy can not remain quiet for long. Even attending his training, his mind would stay preoccupied on what he could possibly do to get the Horcrux. He may fall into more trouble.”

“The small quests he had been doing had served as practice for him and the Granger girl. If he stays detained in the house he would be restless, and driving everyone else insane soon.” Added Alastor.

There was a resigned silence until Nott spoke of. He and Snape were the only Death Eaters that had survived Bella’s treachery.

“Nevertheless, it would be wise to have him watched more strictly on those excursions. The Dark Lord is recovering from Nagini’s lost, and is furious that someone had accidentally managed to destroy one of his ‘artefacts’. He’s going to renew the attacks, and now that Malfoy senior is back and willing to prove himself, his forces are bound to be more efficient. He may want to recover his property, or at least check on it to see if it’s still safe.”

“I don’t know where the youngsters had hidden the two that they had found. But I’ll encourage them to destroy the things at once.”

“See that you do that Alastor.” Finished Salamanca. “And procure to have a close watch on the Weasley girl. It won’t hurt if Potter could be convinced that she, and her child are the less important thing at the moment.”
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