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Where’s My Dragon?	By : ZooArmy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 49553 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hello!

Actually I didn’t want to update until I got the beta’d
version back, but well… I change my mind almost daily. Call it advantage on
your side.

I wanted to comment on some Reviews, but the stupid one I am, I forgot which
one. Sorry!

WARNINGS: not Beta’d,
cliffy, beginning of lemon

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Where’s My Dragon? |
Part Sixteen | Operation: Seduce the dragon – That’s no plan!

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Hermione
hurried up the stairs to the hospital wing. Hunched forward, she huffed loud in
front of the infirmary door and tried to calm down. She opened the door
silently and went inside. Pansy sat on her bed, leaned against the headboard
and read a book, leaned against her pulled up knees. The Gryffindor girl went
closer and Pansy looked up from her book.

“Eurm,
hello Pansy.”

The girl lifted
her right index finger to her mouth “Sssh” and
pointed at the sleeping form next to her.

Hermione
went to the foot of the bed and pressed her hand firmly against her mouth to
muffle her giggle. In front of her lay the otherwise beautiful sleeping Draco
Malfoy with many little plaited pigtails.

“What? What…” she forced through her hand.

“I was bored.” Pansy stated simply. “What do
you want, Granger?”

Hermione
remembered why she did come and sobered quickly.

“Actually I was going to ask you for your help,
but…” her eyes wandered to Draco.

“It’s about Draco.”

“Yes.”

“And about Harry?”

The bushy
haired girl looked at her approvingly and nodded. Pansy pulled out her wand and
cast a reversed silencing charm on the sleeping boy. She put her wand back down
and looked at Hermione.

“Okay, what do you need?” she pointed at the
foot of her bed and Hermione sat on the free space with a smile.

The girl of
the Golden Trio began with the letter of Snape and explained Pansy her plan and
what she needed. With every new fact Pansy’s face became slyer.

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Hermione
had picked up Ron after Herbology. It had been their
last class of the day and Hermione had taken the time to explain her plan
properly to him.

Now they
sat still in Gryffindor common room and Ron stared blank at the girl.

“You see, it’s a simple plan. But those work
the best.”

“Herm, it’s Malfoy after all, you’re talking
about. You can’t mean it for real. Besides, we don’t know where Harry’s. Ain’t you concerned?”

“Pansy said he’d visited her this morning and
apologised. He’s probably in his bed sulking. Pansy said he was a little down
because of Malfoy.”

Ron crossed
his arms.

“You say it yourself… He’s down because of
Malfoy”

The girl
rolled her eyes. Sometimes this boy was as stubborn as a mule.

“Because. He’s. Not. With.
Malfoy. – Ron, please accept
it finally. As long Harry’s drugged, you just can make him happy with Draco.”

The red
head stood up, deep in thoughts, made three steps and flopped down in the other
armchair. Hermione watched him from the couch questioningly, but let him be.
With a sigh the boy looked up.

“Well, maybe he isn’t that bad. He helped us
after all.”

Hermione
jumped up and sat in Ron’s lap to kiss him happily.

“We should tell Harry. I’m really happy, you
finally agree.”

Ron
grumbled something inaudible and both went up to the dorm of the seventh year
boys.

As assumed,
Harry lay on his bed and stared emotionless at the ceiling of his four-poster
bed, legs like arms stretched out.

The other
two third of the Golden Trio went closer and gasped loud. The boy-who-lived had
scratched at his arms until they were raw and bloody. It looked worse than it
was, but Harry seemed to enjoy the pain it had caused, because his apathetic
face showed a faint smile.

Hermione conjured
a wet cloth and Ron rummaged through Harry’s pockets for the ointment he’d
actually gotten for his wrists.

“Harry, look at me!” Hermione said softly while
applying ointment to his wounds.

“Go away.” Came the
uncaring reply.

Ron slammed
his fists against the foot of Harry’s bed and snapped the other two out of
their own little world.

“God, Potter, get a fucking grip on yourself. What do you think we’re here for? You don’t get
the ferret back with pitying yourself and nothing else, but harming yourself.
Get the bloody hell up!” he barked and received stares out of two huge,
astounded pairs of eyes.

“Ron, calm down. It’s not the time to…”

“Of course it is! It’s the bloody best time
now. We’re here to help him with the git and he lies on his bed, tries to
coalesce with the same and sends us away.”

Harry
pushed up on his elbows and looked at Hermione.

“You want to help me? With
dragon?”

“Well, yes, I thought of a plan and talked to
Pansy. Actually, it’s dependent on you, if everything works out fine.”

The dark
haired boy sat up completely and smiled shyly at Ron.

“Thanks, Ron!”

The Weasley
boy dismissed it with a wave of his hand.

“Yeah, yeah – You don’t even know the plan. So,
listen to Herm and stop this self-pitying – it becomes annoying.”

“Okay.” Hermione began and Harry turned towards
her, while Ron sat down on the trunk of Harry. “Actually it’s quite simple. We
smuggle you in Draco’s quarters and you’ll seduce him.”

Harry
stared at her flabbergasted, his mouth hanging open. That was the plan? That
was no plan, not at all.

“You what? – I what? Seduce?”

The girl
sighed and began to speak to a retarded, but fell back into her usual speed.

“Pansy. Can. Leave. The. Infirmary.
This. Evening. She will drag
Draco to dinner, but will leave early. We’ll meet up with her in front of the
hall and she’ll guide you to the Slytherin dungeons. Of course you’ll be hidden
under your invisible cloak. In the dungeons she’ll bring you to Draco’s room
and inside you’ll wait until Draco comes back. Think about something that he
won’t throw you out the moment he sees you – like, I don’t know, lying naked on
his bed.”

“Hermione!” both boys shouted at her and looked
scandalised. Harry’s little blush underlined his shocked expression nicely.

“What?” the girl asked innocently “Then lie
naked under the blanket, if it makes you feel better.”

“You mean it’ll work?”

“Harry – I talked to Pansy. Draco dotes on you,
still. He wouldn’t refuse sex with his boyfriend, would he? – Oh, come on, Ron,
we talked about it already.”

“Sorry, old habits…”

The Golden
Boy stared at the blanket, beside him, long enough to think he maybe have
fallen asleep, just the steady teeter of his left foot disproved.

“O-okay. I’ll do it.”

“Great!” the girl beamed “then up with you. We
don’t have much time.”

“Much time? For what?”

“Shower, clothes, hair, food for
strengthening.
Come on, shower’s first.”

Harry
groaned, but let it wash over him.

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He was fed.
He was showered. He was combed. He was nicely dressed. And now he stood, hidden
under his invisible cloak, outside the Great Hall with Ron and Hermione and
waited for Pansy.

His heart
drummed a fast beat against his ribcage and his mouth was a good competitor for
a desert. He grabbed Hermione’s hand nervously and calmed a little when she
squeezed it assuring.

The door
opened and Pansy came out, her violet hair tied back in a ponytail.

“Heya!” she greeted
the visible two and walked closer. “So… where’s the bed bunny?” she heard the
gasp and grabbed into ostensibly empty air and felt resistance.

“Hi Harry! – It’s best we hurry or someone will
see me. Or Draco comes out.”

“Did he get suspicious?” Hermione asked.

“He pushed his food on his plate around; didn’t
even notice when I went away. Besides, he’s still angry with me for plaiting
his beautiful hair.” Pansy flipped her pony tail to underline the sarcasm.

“You plaited…” Ron got a look from Hermione and
fell silent, but no one could erase the broad smile on his face.

“Give me your hand, Harry.”

The boy let go of Herm’s hand and put it into
Pansy’s outstretched one.

“Alright guys. I’m leaving, plus attachment.”

Pansy went
off towards dungeons, under waves of Hermione and Ron, dragging solid air
behind her.

Both kept
silent and the way up to Draco’s room was easy, almost every Slytherin was
still at dinner. Pansy gave the password and opened the door to the Slytherin
Ice Prince’s room. The door closed behind them and Harry took of his invisible
cloak.

“Has he changed his password?”

Pansy
stumbled in the semi dark to the fireplace to light it.

“Why should he?” she asked with her back to
Harry.

“Before, it had been ‘dragon talon’, hadn’t
it?”

“Dragon talon?” the fireplace began to crackle
and seemed to lighten Pansy’s mind. She remembered Harry’s confused state. “Oh
yeah, you’re right, he changed it.” She turned around and saw Harry for the
first time and whistled. “My, my, Mr Potter.”

Harry
smiled sheepishly, luckily it wasn’t bright enough to
reveal his cute blush.

He wore faded
blue jeans, which made one wonder how he had managed to get into those, that
tight they were. The shirt was soft cotton in light, almost white, grey and the
sleeves were rolled up to the elbows. And he was barefoot.

“Did he change it because of me?”

“Why are you barefoot?”

They asked
at the same time, that no one understood the other. Pansy gestured Harry to
repeat first and looked a little confused.

“Change?”

“The password, Pansy.”

“Ooooh” she looked at
him with huge eyes. “That… no, no. It wasn’t because
of you. Someone had found out it and Draco needed to change it, you know?”

Harry
didn’t look convinced, but Pansy’s question made him forget quickly.

“Why don’t you wear any shoes? It’s cold on the
floors.”

The dark
haired boy looked sheepishly at his feet and wiggled his toes.

“I put a warming charm on them.”

“And why…” Pansy stared again on his feet and
watched them curiously.

“I hadn’t nice shoes. And Herm suggested I
could go barefoot, because I would take shoes, if I would wear some, off
anyway.”

Pansy shook
her head in amusement and looked up with a smirk.

“Do you know that you’ve cute toes?”

“HaHa.”

“No, really. – Well, I’ll leave you alone now.
Make yourself comfortable.”

Pansy left
through the same door they had come from and Harry turned slowly on the spot.
Everything looked like ever. The huge dark woodened wardrobe next to the desk. The black leather couch in front of the fireplace. Nothing
had changed and Harry breathed a breath of relief. Known ambience calmed him.
He threw his cloak over the backrest of the couch and went to the bed. How
should he wait for Draco? His hands began to unbutton his shirt absentmindedly.
Naked? No, no, that… he wouldn’t feel comfortable.

He sat down
on the bed and fell backwards. The ceiling of the bed was the old one as well.
He would’ve wondered if Draco would’ve changed it. He shifted upwards and lay
fully on the bed. He stared up at the enchanted ceiling and smiled. Little
stars formed the constellation of dragon and glowed down on him.

The door
swung open and Harry tensed. Moment of truth was close. He rolled to the side
and waited for Draco to notice him.

He knew he
hadn’t left the fire burning. He closed the door quickly and scanned the room.

“What do you do in here?” he asked when seeing
Harry. He wanted to yell that Harry should get out of here, but he couldn’t –
remembering the last time he had pushed the boy away.

He went
closer and saw Harry’s exposed chest through the opened shirt. The chest, he
wanted to leave marks all over. His eyes went up to Harry’s face and his
bashful look.

“Hello, dragon.”

Again he
wanted to gruff, not to call him that name, but is subconscious prevented him
from doing so. Did he want Harry to stop this name? Did he want Harry to leave
for real? His subconscious whispered non-stop that he didn’t and the whisper
turned slowly into yells.

To tell the
truth he’d missed Harry, ‘a little’ he told himself; the touch, the kisses, his
love.

“What do you want?” he asked the Gryffindor
with an exhausted voice and flopped on the edge of the bed.

“You.” Harry whispered.

His Draco
was so beautiful. The long, blond hair tied back in a pony tail, glowed in the
light of the fire and his porcelain skin as well. ‘He is beautiful’, was
Harry’s only thought and the longing for his dragon was spurred on even more.

“What?” Draco turned around and looked at Harry
with a quizzical look.

The dark
haired boy sat up and stretched out his hand. His fingers traced lightly over
Draco’s cheek and he smiled slightly. Happy that Draco didn’t flinch or even
pull away.

“Do you remember our first kiss, dragon?”

He wanted
to scream ‘No! No! Because there’s none!’ But there
was one. Detention. It was definitely not the kiss
Harry meant, but that didn’t matter. They’ve had a first kiss, which had been
breathtaking. Besides, the urge to scream became smaller and smaller, because
Harry’s touch felt so good that he crawled on the bed to get more of this good
feeling. Get closer to it.

Why had he
been angry again?

“Do you remember,
dragon?”

“Yeah, why?” he moaned when Harry’s hands began
to roam under his shirt and he almost straddled the smaller boy. Draco bit his
lower lip and looked at Harry through half lidded eyes.

Oh, damn
it!

He
straddled the boy and ripped his own shirt open. His eyes closed and his head
back in his neck, he felt a wet mouth on his chest. All tension, of the last days,
fell from him and he just enjoyed the touch of Harry. He felt himself getting
slowly hard, but Harry couldn’t hide his erection either.

The mouth
vanished from his chest, but the hands stayed and he let his head thrown back
and just listened to Harry’s suddenly deep voice, indicating pure sex.

“Tell me! I want to remember as well.”

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