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Harry Potter and the Goblin King	By : GeminiFaerie Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 29139 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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Dinner passed fairly quickly as the students at Harry and Draco's table laughed and chatted with their friends; Pansy had attempted to bring up plans for taking over the wizarding world at one point and-to Harry's shock she was joined by Hermione, but they dropped the subject after seeing how uncomfortable it made Harry. When Dumbledore stood up to give his usual after dinner speech, Professor McGonagall walked over to Harry and beckoned for him and Draco to follow her. Once they were out in the corridor she took them to an empty classroom and closed the door behind them before speaking.

"As I'm sure you are aware, being betrothed entitles you to certain privileges while you are at school," McGonagall began, "And one of those privileges is getting your own rooms, which not even the headmaster can access without your permission once you set the password. Many of the older families had suites set aside in case of a betrothal, so you can choose from the Malfoy, Black or Potter suite; the Malfoy suite was last used by your parents Mr. Malfoy, but the other two have not been used in a few generations."

"Well, I definitely don't want to stay in the rooms my parents used," Draco said shuddering, "Why don't we use the Black suite, since we both have a connection to the family?"

"Fine by me," Harry shrugged, "I don't really care which rooms we use. Will they be ready tonight?"

"I'm afraid not," McGonagall frowned, "Professor Dumbledore said that the house elves are too busy to prepare the rooms tonight; he said start of term is always a busy time and that it may be a couple of weeks until the rooms are ready, so until then you will have to sleep in your dorms." Draco narrowed his eyes in anger, but managed to keep his voice calm as he replied;

"I will simply contact Mother and have her send a couple of house elves to prepare the rooms for us," he said, "I'm sure she can spare them for a few hours tonight." Before McGonagall could reply the door opened and Snape came in.

"Non-Hogwarts house elves are not allowed within the wards without permission from the headmaster," Snape informed them, "and he has said that he cannot be sure of the loyalty of the Malfoy house elves, therefore he will not agree to let them through."

"This is bullshit!" Harry growled, "Dumbledore is just trying to cause more problems! Can he really do this?"

"Mr. Potter!" McGonagall said sternly, "You will watch your language or I will assign you a detention! As for your accommodations, Albus is not purposefully causing problems; the house elves truly are busy the first couple of weeks and-"

"Actually," Severus interrupted, "Albus sent me to inform you that the new rooms will not be ready until October as he will be loaning a number of house elves to the ministry to help rebuild it after the events that occurred this past May."

"He is obviously doing this purposefully," Draco drawled, "The headmaster does not like the idea of Harry and I being together, so he is doing everything he can to come between us. Isn't there a way around this Se-Professor Snape?"

"Well, we can do nothing about the rooms not being ready tonight," Severus began, "Although you and Mr. Potter can work on cleaning your rooms yourselves-"

"Albus said they are not to clean the rooms themselves," McGonagall interjected, "The rooms have been in disuse for so long there is no telling what may be in them and he doesn't want the boys to be harmed."

"Very well," Severus gave a tight-lipped smile, "Then they will have to wait to move into the rooms, however no one has the right to keep the boys apart; according to the guidelines set down by previous headmasters and agreed upon by the school governors if suitable accommodations cannot be found then the betrothed must be allowed to sleep in one of their dormitories." He eyed Draco and Harry, "As much as I am loathe to allow Potter into the Slytherin dormitories, the two of you must be given that option."

"That hasn't been done in years," McGonagall protested, "And it has never been done with a Slytherin-Gryffindor couple; their housemates would never agree to it!"

"Actually, the other boys in my dorm don't have a problem with Draco," Harry said, "They all talked to him at dinner and there were no fights. Of course, he will have to put up with the 'atrocious red and gold' color scheme." He smiled cheekily at Draco who rolled his eyes in return.

"I'm sure I can handle a bit of red and gold," he drawled, "since I don't trust some of my housemates; Crabbe and Goyle have already made it clear that they don't like you."

"Very well," McGonagall sighed, "If you insist on doing this then I have no choice but to allow it, however you will cause no problems while you are in Gryffindor Tower, is that clear Mr. Malfoy?"

"Of course Professor," Draco replied, "Do I need to get my things from the Slytherin dormitory?"

"I will have a house elf take care of it," Severus replied, "and I will also inform your friends of the new circumstances. Potter-we will be resuming your Occlumency lessons beginning Wednesday, so you might ask Draco to help you practice in the meantime so you don't make a complete fool of yourself again." Harry glared at Snape but the potions master had already left the room, his robes billowing in his wake.

"You boys should get up to the tower then," McGonagall said, "the dormitory should be rearranged by the time you get there, and the password-which you will not share with any other Slytherin's, Mr. Malfoy-is Flamma Verum. Good night gentlemen." She opened the door and motioned the boys through, "Straight to the common room now Mr. Potter-no loitering!"

"Yes professor," Harry replied, "Good night!" He took Draco's hand and lead him through the hallways and up the staircases towards the Gryffindor Tower, ranting under his breath about manipulative old men who didn't know when to give up.

"Harry," Draco pulled him to a stop when they reached the seventh floor, "Calm down Lion; the portraits are always listening, and we don't need them taking tales back to Dumbledore."

"It's just so frustrating!" Harry growled, "No matter what we do, Dumbledore is always going to get in the way; we're just trying to get our own room for Merlin's sake! Why is he so threatened by that?"

"Because you would be completely outside of his reach while in the rooms," Draco replied, "You heard McGonagall; no one can enter our rooms without the password, including Dumbledore. Don't worry though; he can't keep us from getting our rooms forever; tomorrow we can send an owl to the ministry and protest Dumbledore's actions."

"Okay," Harry agreed, albeit reluctantly, "I just hope this new minister isn't as big a screw up as Fudge."

"Well, we'll find out soon," Draco said, "Now, we should get going before Filch finds us." Harry nodded his agreement and started down the hallway again, stopping in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady to give the password.

"Flamma Verum," he said and the portrait swung open, although the Fat Lady gave Draco a glare as the boys entered. Looking around, Harry saw that Ron and Hermione were sitting by the fireplace, but Neville, Seamus and Dean were not in the common room, so they must have already gone up to the dorm.

"Harry!" Ron cried, jumping up as he entered, "What did McGonagall want? You're not in trouble for dinner are you?" He scowled as he noticed Draco standing behind Harry, "Hey, why is he here?"

"Because Dumbledore decided to interfere in my life again," Harry replied, "McGonagall wanted to tell us that we would be given our own rooms since we're engaged, but that it would have to wait until the house elves have a chance to clean the rooms-"

"Which, according to Dumbledore, will take two months," Draco interjected, "Then Severus told us that we can sleep in either the Gryffindor or Slytherin dorms, and since I don't trust some of my housemates, we are sleeping here."

"Wonderful," Ron scowled, "So now I don't get any time with my best friend." Before Harry could reply Hermione spoke up.

"Wait, I thought you two didn't sign the betrothal contract yet because Harry is underage," she said, walking over to join them, "your betrothal shouldn't be recognized by the school until the contract is signed."

"I already signed it," Harry informed her, "Narcissa and Severus said that this will give me more freedom at school and help keep me safer from Dumbledore." He noticed that a lot of the other Gryffindor's were watching them intently, so he jerked his head in the direction of the boy's dorm and said, "Why don't we talk up in the room so we won't be overheard."

"Hey guys," Seamus greeted as the group entered the dorm, "Do you need us to leave?"

"Nah, you can stay," Harry said, "We just don't the others listening because we don't know where everyone's loyalties lie."

"So Malfoy really is sleeping in here then?" Dean questioned, pointing at Harry's bed which had two trunks in front of it, "I thought it was just some kind of prank! Too bad they didn't expand the bed; it's going to be a tight fit for two of you."

"That's okay," Draco smirked, sauntering over to the bed indicated and sitting down, "I like being close to Harry."

"Shut it Prat," Harry sat next to Draco, smacking him upside the head, "Anyway, 'Mione, Ron…did you have more questions?"

"Were you really going to leave us so you can sleep with him?" Ron demanded, "It's like every aspect of your life revolves around the stupid git!"

"As it should," Draco said, "Although, I wouldn't be calling other people names if I were you, Weasle-y."

"Enough Dray," Harry said, before addressing Ron, "Look, it's not like I'm planning to abandon you, but Draco and I are betrothed and I want to spend time with him; you and I will still get to hang out Ron, but I'm going to spend time with Draco too."

"Really Ron!" Hermione admonished, scowling at the redhead, "I thought we already discussed this! You're acting like a child!" Ron was flushed with embarrassment as he noticed everyone in the room looking at him disapprovingly.

"I'm sorry, alright?" he mumbled, "I'm still getting used to the fact that Harry is with Malfoy, and it's kind of hard to deal with."

"Don't worry mate," Seamus grinned, putting an arm around Ron's shoulders, "We'll make sure you don't get lonely when the Chosen One is with his chosen one." Everyone groaned at the bad pun and Harry threw a pillow at Seamus, hitting him in the face. Seamus laughed as he tossed the pillow back to Harry and the brunette set it down behind him.

"That was horrible," Harry said, "Can we move on now? 'Mione, we might need your help with writing a letter to the ministry."

"A letter?" Hermione questioned, "Why would you be writing to the ministry?"

"Because Dumbledore is trying to keep us from getting our own rooms," Harry replied, "At first we were only going to have to wait a couple weeks for the rooms to be cleaned, but then he told Snape that he was loaning out some house elves to the ministry and the rooms wouldn't be ready until October."

"He has also forbidden us from cleaning the rooms ourselves," Draco added, "Although I can't say I really wanted to clean the room…and he won't allow me to ask Mother to let some of our house elves help. According to Ministry law, we should be in our own rooms tonight, but he doesn't want to let Harry have that much freedom from him."

"Hmmm…he might have another reason as well," Hermione mused, "I'm certain that Dumbledore knew the two of you would be allowed to share a dorm, and he probably thought that the other boys would get mad and cause problems; he most likely thinks that this is the best way to drive a wedge between you, and hopes that Harry will break the betrothal."

"He can't," Draco said, and Harry smiled kissing his cheek.

"Don't worry," He assured the blonde, "I have no intention of breaking the betrothal."

"No, you misunderstand," Draco smirked, "You really can't break the betrothal; remember that contract you signed when you called me to take away your cousin? If you lost the labyrinth then you would be mine, which means that you can't leave me even if you want to." He looked smugly proud of himself and laughed when Harry glared at him. "What? I told you that I've wanted you for a long time; you didn't expect me to give you a chance to leave me, did you?"

"You are an arrogant, stuck up Slytherin," Harry replied, smacking his arm, "What would you have done if I rejected your proposal?"

"I would have wooed you until you agreed," Draco grinned, "and I can be very persuasive, as you well know, Lion." He moved to draw Harry into a kiss, but was halted by a face full of pillow.

"I told you not to call me that in front of my friends," Harry said calmly, "We should probably head up to the Room of Requirement so your friends aren't waiting too-hey!" He yelped as Draco pushed him down onto the bed and straddled him, "What are you-no! Dray! Stop!" The Slytherin trapped Harry's wrists above his head and began tickling him, much to the amusement of the other Gryffindor's. "I'm sorry! Stop, please!" Harry panted as he giggled helplessly.

"Hmph! That ought to teach you to hit me with a pillow," Draco said as he released Harry, "Come on now;" he climbed off the bed and pulled Harry with him, "I thought we were leaving?"

"That was before you attacked me," Harry muttered, "Stupid sneaky Slytherin." He glared at Draco but the blonde ignored it.

"Are all of your dorm mates coming with us?" Draco asked, "It might be hard to get everyone to the room; I don't know how Pansy, Blaise and Theo are going to get all the way from the dungeons."

"No, just Ron, 'Mione and Neville," Harry replied, before giving Seamus and Dean an apologetic look, "Sorry guys; it's not that I don't trust you, but this is about Voldemort and it's safer for you not to know exactly what's going on. Ron and 'Mione are already involved, and-"

"No worries Harry," Dean assured him, "We know Ron and Hermione always help you out, and your adventures are a little too dangerous even for us. Besides, I still need to finish my transfiguration essay; help me out Shay?"

"Sure," Seamus replied, "but I didn't do too well on my Owls; I only got an A in transfiguration."

"That's because the two of you were always goofing off in class," Hermione chided, "The number of detentions you two got for not paying attention; the only one who had more detentions than the two of you was Harry-"

"Unfair comparison!" Harry protested, "The only reason I had so many detentions is because Umbridge hated me…and Draco was being a big prat too."

"Well, I'm sure you started it," Draco said, "As for Umbridge…perhaps you shouldn't have made her look as stupid as she is."

"Maybe we should go and you guys could argue later," Neville suggested, "We still need to get to the room without being seen." The group that was leaving said their goodbyes to Dean and Seamus and made their way to the spot of wall where the entrance to the Room of Requirement was hidden. Harry walked back and forth in front of the room three times and then a wooden door appeared; when he entered the room Harry was pleased to see that it contained a number of comfy-looking arm chairs and two loveseats, all upholstered in shades of blue and green-combined with the fireplace the room was soothing and comfortable. Once everyone was seated-Ron and Hermione sharing one loveseat, Neville in a chair and Harry-despite his protests-sitting on Draco's lap in another chair-Harry brought out the Marauder's Map and saw that the Slytherin's were still in their common room.

"Your friends haven't left yet Dray," Harry said, "Why don't you take the map and go get them? We'll wait here for you."

"You're letting me take the map?" "You're letting him take the map?" Draco and Ron exclaimed at the same time, causing Ron to scowl at the blonde.

"Yes," Harry sighed, "Draco is taking the map; I trust him." He stood up so Draco could get out of the chair and then glared at Ron, "Stop being so suspicious of him all the time or we are going to have a problem Ron." Ron had the grace to look embarrassed but didn't say anything as Draco gave Harry a brief kiss and then left the room. As they waited for Draco's return the four Gryffindor's played Exploding Snap, bringing back memories of his time in the oubliette.

"This is almost just like the oubliette," Harry said, after forty-five minutes of waiting, "Stupid Slytherin taking forever while we're stuck playing this stupid game." He threw his hand at the floor and a small explosion went off just as the door opened and Draco came in, followed by the other Slytherin's.

"I don't think you should play that game anymore," Draco said drily, "It always seems to put you in a bad mood." He waved his wand to clear the soot off Harry's face and then tugged on his hand to make him stand up; when the brunette refused to move Draco just shrugged and plopped down on his lap, making Harry groan;

"Jeez Dray, what have you been eating?" he teased, earning himself an elbow in the ribs.

"Why don't we just get to the point, hmm?" Draco suggested, "After all, we still need to get everybody back to their dorms; which reminds me-where are Luna and Ginny?"

"Oops," Hermione said, "We forgot to bring them with us; should someone go get them? I'm sure they still have their D.A. galleons."

"No," Harry shook his head, "We can tell them later; it's probably better if they don't know everything that I'm about to tell you." He took a deep breath and then decided to just jump in. "First off, there's this prophesy which basically means Voldie and I have to keep fighting until one of us is dead; it says-"

"'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ...'" Draco quoted the prophesy, "I had Severus tell me the exact wording. The thing is, the prophesy could have been referring to Harry or Neville, but Tom made Harry the child of the prophesy."

"So, when it says marked by Voldemort is the prophesy referring to Harry's scar?" Theo asked, frowning.

"That, and the ability to speak Parseltongue," Draco confirmed, "but also…" he trailed off and Harry continued, wrapping his arms around Draco's waist.

"I'm also marked by the piece of Voldemort's soul that he left in me," Harry said quietly, drawing shocked gasps from the other students, "Has any of you heard of a horcrux?"

"No!" Pansy gasped, "The Dark Lord made you a horcrux? But…how? Why?"

"Wait, what's a horcrux?" Hermione demanded, "I've never heard that term before."

So Harry and Draco explained to the group what a horcrux was, Severus' theory on how many Voldemort had created, and how Harry happened to become one. When the boys finished their friends had all been shocked into silence, and Hermione had tears in her eyes.

"Don't worry," Harry reassured everyone, "Sev is-I mean Severus-is trying to create a potion to remove Voldie's soul from me; he won't let me get killed because of this. I just wanted to tell you guys because Narcissa thinks that Dumbledore might try to get me to help him hunt down the other horcruxes-"

"Of course," Hermione nodded, "We-well, Ron and I for sure-will help you however you need us to; I'm sure I can find information on destroying horcruxes so that when you find one you won't have any problems…"

"No!" Draco said vehemently, startling Hermione, "Harry is not going on a horcrux hunt; he's only sixteen, for Merlin's sake! If there are any horcruxes left when we graduate I will personally help Harry destroy them, but as of right now it is not his responsibility! Really Granger; I thought you had more sense than to encourage a sixteen year old-who is supposed to be your best friend-to go on a dangerous mission that can be better handled by adults!"

"I-it's-" Hermione stammered, red with embarrassment, "Of course I don't want Harry to go after dangerous artifacts, but I know better than anyone that when Harry makes his mind up there's no stopping him; I was just offering my support because I thought he might go off without it!"

"I'm not that reckless," Harry muttered, pinching Draco when he scoffed at him.

"Yes you are," Draco countered, "That's okay though-that's why I'm here, to curb your reckless Gryffindor behavior and get you to use the Slytherin cunning that must be inside you somewhere, if the hat really was considering placing you in Slytherin."

"What?" There was a chorus of shocked cries, and then Blaise spoke up.

"Wait a minute," the Italian began, "You mean to tell me Potter was almost placed in Slytherin? Then how did he end up in the Lion's Den?" So Harry sighed and told them about his sorting, and how he got placed in Gryffindor. By the time he finished it was nearing midnight, and time for everyone to head back to their dorms. After extracting a promise from Blaise that he would return it, Harry let the Slytherin's borrow the Marauder's Map since they had further to go; everyone said their good-byes in the Room of Requirement with an agreement to eat breakfast together the following morning, and then Draco and the Gryffindor's headed up to the tower while the Slytherin's went down to the dungeons.

"Well, good night then," Hermione said when they got back to the common room, "I'll see you boys in the morning." She gave each of the boys-including a surprised Draco-a hug and then headed up to the girls dormitory, leaving the boys to make their own way upstairs. They all changed into their pajamas-Harry had an argument with Draco who wanted him to sleep in just his boxers as he did at the manor, but Harry won-and then climbed into their beds. Draco pulled the curtains around his and Harry's bed and spelled them shut before lying down, spooning his fiancé.

"Stop it Dray," Harry pushed Draco's hands away when the blonde attempted to slip it inside his pajamas, "We're not messing around with my friends in the room."

"Very well," Draco agreed, "I will just request that they leaved until we are finished."

"Don't you dare!" Harry hissed, and Draco placed a kiss on his neck, chuckling.

"I was just joking," Draco said, "Now, we have class tomorrow, so go to sleep. Goodnight Lion."

"Good night Dray," Harry replied, snuggling into his arms as he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning the boys in Harry's room had a meeting to discuss ways on how to get Harry and Draco their own room.

"We'll just complain loudly about being locked out of the dorm so those two can have alone time," Seamus suggested, "Also, those of us with wizarding parents can write them letters to complain about the situation; they will likely be outraged by what Dumbledore is doing."

"Amazing," Draco drawled, "A Gryffindor coming up with a good idea-the world must be coming to an end!" Harry made a playful swipe at Draco's head, laughing as Seamus threw a chocolate frog at the blonde. "Oh good," Draco smirked as he opened it, "I love chocolate frogs. And look; I got one of the rarest cards out there!" He held up the card, showing a dark-haired, bespectacled boy with a lightning bolt scar on his forehead, smiling shyly at the room.

"Wait, they made a card for me?" Harry cried, "Why did I not know this?" He tried to grab the card from Draco but the blonde held it out of his reach and proceeded to read;

"'Harry James Potter, son of Lily and James Potter is most famous for his defeat of the Dark Lord You-Know-Who October 31, 1981, which left him with a lightning bolt scar on his forehead. Harry is currently attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as the star seeker of Gryffindor House.'"

"That's lame," Harry shook his head as his friends laughed, but he smiled as he saw Draco tuck the card into the pocket of his robe, "Can't they at least wait until after I defeat Voldie to make a card for me?"

"I wonder when they'll make my card," Draco mused, "Probably after the wedding, don't you think Harry?"

"Ha! And I can tell you what it will say," Neville laughed, "'Draco Malfoy, son of Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy, is most famous for his marriage to Harry Potter, savior of the wizarding world. Draco captured Harry's heart by trapping him in a labyrinth for thirteen hours, after which he proposed to the exhausted and confused hero. Draco attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, star seeker of Slytherin House and only ever lost to Harry Potter, although he maintains that he threw the match as part of his efforts to win our saviors heart.'" The whole room laughed, except for Draco who pouted next to Harry.

"Don't worry Dray," Harry kissed his cheek, "You still have plenty of time to do something amazing, and who knows? You might get a chance to beat me to the snitch."

"Can we go to breakfast now?" Ron demanded, "I'm hungry, and I don't want to eat alone." The other boys agreed and they made their way downstairs, joined by Hermione and Ginny.

When they reached the Great Hall Harry was pleased to note that the table they had conjured last night was still there, and a few people from different houses were already seated. Draco's Slytherin friends were there as well, and the group from Gryffindor joined them. Breakfast was uneventful, and the Gryffindor's and Slytherin's had most of their classes together today-first was Potions with Snape, followed by History of Magic with Binns, then lunch and Transfiguration with McGonagall, and then they had their extra class-Harry, Ron, Neville, Blaise and Pansy had Care of Magical Creatures with Hagrid while Draco, Theo, and Hermione had Arithmancy.

The day passed fairly quickly, and once classes were over the group met up in the library before dinner. Hermione and Pansy sat with Draco and Harry to help them draft a letter to the minister, while the other students wrote home to their parents to complain about Dumbledore's interference in Harry and Draco's relationship. By the time they went to dinner all of the letters had been sent off, and the boys were hopeful that the situation would be resolved soon.

The first week of school passed quickly and without any real problems for the Gryffindor-Slytherin + Ravenclaw group; Harry and Draco's roommates made sure to complain regularly about being locked out of the room-which Draco actually did once, catching an unsuspecting Harry by surprise and snogging him thoroughly before giving him the most amazing blowjob of his life, which was eagerly returned before Hermione managed to break the charms locking the door. They had also noticed an increased number of owls dropping off letters to a harassed-looking Dumbledore. That Friday Minister Scrimgeour was at breakfast, and Harry and Draco were summoned to Dumbledore's office afterwards for a meeting.

"He never gives me the stupid password," Harry muttered, "Umm…Almond Joy? Gum Drops? Twix?"

"What are you doing?" Draco scowled, "Dumbledore's passwords are always candy, not nonsense words."

"Those are Muggle candies," Harry replied absently, "He has been on a Muggle candy fix lately…Kit Kat Bar?" To their surprise the gargoyle jumped aside and the boys looked at each other warily before climbing the stairs for their meeting with the minister.
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