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Unlikely Heroes	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 80942 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Title: Unlikely Heroes

Pairing: Future DracoxHarry, LuciusxSeverus, RemusxSeverus

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: A battered Boy Who Lived finds his world come crashing down when his name comes out of the Goblet of Fire. Shockingly, the only ones to come to his rescue are those he'd believed were his enemies.

Notes: Is compatible to the Selection of Triwizard Champions.

Chapter 20-

Harry had fell asleep on Draco’s bed, fighting to hide a blush Draco had undressed them both and curled up with him. It was seven in the morning when Draco woke to pounding and shouting on the door.

“Draco! Open up this instance. I know you’re in there. You can’t hide in there for ever.”

Draco groaned, Pansy, useless dog-faced witch. He threw on a robe and strut to the door, he threw it open hissing. “You’re too loud for this early in the morning woman. There are six boys and two snakes in here trying to sleep.”

“Is that like Gryffindor whore in there? I can’t believe you brought Lions into our sanctuary. Weasleys and prissy Potter. What do you see in that idiotic clod? He is always looking down his nose at us. He is always getting you in trouble. I can’t believe Professor Snape is singing his praises now. Manipulative brat. He CHEATED to get in that tournament and then changed his mind. I can’t believe you’ve fallen for his lies”

“For a Headmaster-hating wench you echo his sentiments exactly.” Draco said with a snarl. “For the record, that ‘whore’ is my mate. The acknowledged consort of the Prince of Slytherin.”

“I thought that was a lie.” Pansy gasped, “I’m supposed to be your consort. We’ve been practically betrothed since the cradle.”

“Betrothed according to my mother perhaps, but not according to my dad or my papa.”

“Papa? Dad? What are you talking about?” Pansy was surprised.

“Didn’t you hear? The woman who bore me was thrown out of the Manor. Their Bounding was annulled and Dad was immediately bond to his mate.”

“Oh don’t tell falsehoods. Your father is still Bonded to Narcissa.” Pansy said shaking her head convinced Draco’d lost it.

“Really? It was announced in all the papers. Professor Prince-Malfoy, Head of Slytherin House and Hogwarts’ Potions Master, formerly Professor Snape was recently Bonded to his long-time love Lord Lucius Malfoy, member for Wizengamot. Professor Prince-Malfoy blood-adopted me. I think I know who my parents are. As for your information Ms. Parkinson, Harry was raised by Muggles who locked him in cupboards and starved him. They treated him worst then we treat our house elves. I mean people like my mother who take great pleasure in using the Cruciatus on House elves.”

“Your mother is a wonderful woman; strong, smart and someone I would love to have as a mother.” Pansy stammered.

“She is a selfish woman who sooner beat her child then nurse it. She hates the whole world; she only wanted to be Lady Malfoy. She hates Dad; she spent all of her time being Dark. She didn’t even worry about planning my education only making sure my wardrobe wasn’t embarrassing.”

“At least you learned how to dress properly, unlike stuck-up Potter who dresses like he’s got no idea of proper etiquette or fashion. He doesn’t even understand the concept of making friends with people of the right class. He might be Muggle-raise but that boy is an embarrassment to heirs everywhere.”

“Leave. You have to the count of ten in Gaelic to leave before I have you blacklisted in our house.”

“You restored respectability to the daughter of a squib and a Muggle? Have you lost your mind? And declared two blood traitors as pureblood heirs? Have you lost your mind?”

“Sonorus.” Draco’s quicksilver eyes flashed with barely contained fury. “Slytherin, this is your Prince. The Parkinson heiress Pansy has been demoted; she is banned from my presence. Not to come with in six feet. She is the lowest snake, for now first years outrank her.”

“Draco!”

“Vince? Remove this insufferably rude person from our doorstep. I want her escorted to the entrance to the girls’ dormitory.” Draco said glaring at Pansy.

“You’re going to turn your back on me? I’ll make you regret this. I’ll inform your mother of your rudeness. She’ll have you punished.”

Draco snapped, “I have no mother. I have two fathers; I have nothing magical or blood tying me to Narcissa Black. I am happy she is no longer a part of my life. She is a mad as her sister Bellatrix. I only wish they’d locked both of them up together.”

Vince rubbed the sleep from his eyes and grabbed Pansy’s arm, “You should go. Now.” Before Draco lost his temper and cursed her or something…

“I’ll leave when I’m ready.” Pansy retorted, wrenching her arm painfully from Vince’s grasp.

“I SAID LEAVE MY PRESENCE WENCH!” magic exploded from Draco and Pansy was hurled out of the Boys’ Dormitory and collapsed face first on the stone flagged floor of the Slytherin Common Room. Taking a deep breath Draco returned to his warm bed, removing his robe and crawled in bed with Harry.

Harry whispered, “I’m sorry I’m causing so much trouble.”

Draco laughed, “You trouble? That person had it coming to them. She had ideas above her station. Acting like she was my consort when she had no right to choose that position for herself. She dared to mention that woman and that was the end of my patience.

“Perhaps, I shouldn’t try to ask her out.” Greg muttered from his bed on the other side of Blaise.

Vince’s bed was closest to the door, followed by Greg, Blaise, Draco and then Theo.

“She has a temper and poor word choice.” Draco muttered.

“I’d hate to see what she would say if you did ask her.” Blaise said sleepily, his voice filled with annoyance. “She’d probably treat you as bad as the twins’ traitor brother. She’s always making fun of you anyway. She’s forgotten that Slytherins are supposed to stick by one another in public.”

“Perhaps she needs a lesson…” Draco mused.

“In that case my Prince, I suggest you grant that right to Mafalda. I know Pansy and her cronies have taken great pleasure in bullying the poor girl. At least they had the decency to do it in house.” Blaise said yawning. “Better to have a snake as your friend then an enemy who can strike out when you least expect it.”

“True. I’d rather be Draco’s friend then enemy. I am sorry about all those fights we had.” Harry said snuggling to his boyfriend.

Blaise snorted, muttering in Parseltongue, “Half of those fights were because that weasel started them and you had to back him up. Ron was always trying to make things impossibly tense between you two.”

Harry winced, “Really? I didn’t know…”

“Honestly, you can be quite oblivious to the machinations of your so called friends. The reason we don’t tolerate Muggleborns well is because they come with strange and dangerous ideas.”

“Ideas like what?” Harry hissed back.

“Like two wizards or two witches can’t be Bonded. Or that House Elves are slaves or abused. Granted there are those like Narcissa who took great pleasure is torturing House Elves but that is rare. They are bound to a family by choice; we don’t bind the progeny of House Elves until they are old enough to choose. They are usually willing to serve, especially those who are chosen to serve a child of the family from birth. The reason the Slytherins are better coiffed and dressed is because their personal elves often arrive before dawn to press their master or mistress’ clothes. It would be the greatest dishonour to have their charge spotted with a wrinkle. They get paid in pride, pride in a job well done, pride in seeing their charge well thought of. They don’t need ‘vacations’. They get that if their charge is in school. They rarely are needed then. As for ‘sick-leave’ Elves are allowed time to recover, especially if it is a disease that their charge could catch.” Blaise shrugged.

Harry nodded, “Thirsty.”

There was a soft pop and Dobby appeared with a steaming goblet of Butterbeer and a pressed outfit on his arm.

There were soft accompanying pops and five more elves appeared, bearing steaming drinks and freshly pressed clothes.

Harry giggled, “What service.”

“We live to serve.” The house elves bowed.

Each boy took a drink, pleased because their elf knew them so well. Draco had coffee with a little brandy, Blaise had hot chocolate, Theo milk, Vince Butterbeer with a little firewhiskey and Greg had pumpkin juice.

“I guess we should get dressed.” Draco said pressing his lips to the nape of Harry’s neck.

Harry moaned softly. “Dray…”

Blaise chuckled, a bit jealous of their intimacy. He had hopes of having a man who worshiped him like Draco worshiped Harry…he worried he would find himself a dominant Chuvash when he came into his inheritance. Blaise wanted to be a submissive but they were rare.

Reluctantly the six boys dressed for the day.

Theo couldn’t help admiring Blaise’s long lean body, rippling with natural muscle.

Draco shot Theo a look; he needed to protect himself better. Vince could be rather vindictive. Greg was more accepting, mostly because he had hopes for Pansy as his as foolish as they were.

Theo coloured immediately and turned away.

The boys trooped up to breakfast, Slytherin House behind them.

Pansy was still glowering, but the first years had taken Draco’s words to heart and they walked ahead of her.

Vince walked in front of Draco and Harry; Blaise was one step behind Draco but ahead of Greg who brought up the rear. The Seventh Year Prefects and their year mates and so on followed them.

Fred and George joined them at the staircase. George filing into place behind Harry in line with Greg but Fred took his place beside Vince nodding.

The astonishment they received upon entering the Great Hall was first shocked silence and then hushed whispers.

Draco met the Durmstrang guests who were standing beside Slytherin’s table. He let go of Harry’s hand and bowed to Viktor Krum the acknowledged Prince of Durmstrang. “It would be our honour if you would join us. It is my wish for you to sit with me Viktor.”

Viktor bowed, “It would be an honour to join you. I see new companions this meal.”

Draco nodded, “My apologies for my absence. I hope my house has shown you the proper respect.”

Harry realised this was a dance, like that of two dominant males facing off to see who was more dominant.

“Your second Zabini was very attentive in your absence.” Viktor gestured in Blaise’s direction.

“Yes, I am glad to hear that.” Draco took his place at the table and gestured for Viktor to sit across.

Viktor bowed, waiting for the ladies to sit before sitting himself.

Draco noticed Viktor’s eyes drifting towards George who flushed and stared at the hands in his lap. “I would like to introduce my new companions. Harry Potter, my consort and his guardians and housemates Fred and George Weasley. Harry is the Heir to two pureblood lines. Fred and George are grandsons to another.”

Viktor bowed his head, and replied in heavily accented English, “Plezed to make ur akquintnc.”

George nodded, “An honour.”

“Has anyone mentioned that most of us can play Quidditch?” Draco asked, trying to get George and Viktor to relax.

“Really?” Viktor asked as he filled his plate with a lot of meat.

Flickering in and out of visibility Shishreyu hissed, “Chuvash that one. The tall dark one. Strange though, right and not quite right he smells.”

Harry and Blaise stared at the snake.

“What do you mean?” Harry hissed in a soft whisper.

“He seems trapped. His Chuvash did not rise completely. He can’t shed skin and become a true Chuvash.” Harry’s snake hissed back.

Viktor’s ears turned a darker shade of brown, with some red. Hissing back, “Embarrassment I am, Chuvash I expected to be. Fly I can, magic I can wield great but transform I cannot.”

George’s ears twitched, Fred gave no sign he heard. The hissing falling from Viktor’s lips faintly, made him feel odd. He felt himself harden; he understood the words in the hissing. He was just slow to translate them.

“The boy who smells like earth and the greenhouses can hear us.” Paradox hissed flicking his tail in George’s direction.

Blaise turned to glance at George, “You understand Parseltongue?”

George swallowed, “I don’t know why. Fred can’t.”

Viktor’s eyes fell heavily on the boy who spoke Parseltongue so slowly and shakily that he seemed to barely be capable of speaking it at all. “Have you spoken it before?”

George tilted his head, “This is Parseltongue? I thought it was a made up language. Charlie and I used to talk to each other in secret. Besides Fred he is the closest brother I have. Charlie knew I liked boys…I used to like Oliver until I realized he was with Percy. No one else seemed to guess. I’m glad they are back together. I just hope Charlie finds someone.”

“Was it easier for Charlie to speak then you?” Blaise asked curious.

George nodded, “This is hard to speak sometimes and I take longer to understand.”

“You remind me of myself.” Viktor hissed back, his eyes flickering all over George.

George shivered, the famous Seeker’s glances felt like caresses and he was highly embarrassed.

Blaise, Harry, Draco and Viktor couldn’t help smelling George’s arousal.

“Pleased to make your acquaintance George.” Viktor hissed. “Tell me about yourself.”

George couldn’t speak, his mouth opened a few times but he couldn’t find words to speak English or Parseltongue.

Draco took over after Harry caught him up to the conversation in Parseltongue by answering Viktor’s question in Russian. “He is the grandson of a Wizengamot Lord, fifth born son of the Lord’s firstborn. He is quite skilled at Herbology; he is an inventor and enjoys pranks. He is also the best Beater in school; he could give Volkov and Vulchanov lessons.”

Viktor grinned, “Must see you play sometime.”

Draco smirked, “Why not after breakfast? I’ll be glad to fly as a Chaser and give you my place as Seeker. We’re short on anyway with Flint off the team due to marks.”

“Gryffindor doesn’t have a Keeper, remember? Oliver graduated.” Harry whispered aft Draco explained his idea in English.

“Ivanovski is a Keeper.” Viktor called out in Russian to a fellow Durmstrang student.

Blaise blushed, “Can I play? Please Draco? I’m a really, really good Chaser.”

Draco glanced at him, “Very well. I suppose I should ask Pucey to fly with us, he is the best Chaser we’ve got on the team that is. Bletchley can be Keeper. With Viktor we’re about even. I’m sure papa will let us use the pitch.”

Fred smirked, “I know Angelina is supposed to be our captain. I’ll go ask her if she wants to fly.”

George rolled his eyes, “That poor girl worships the ground he walks on.” He stood reluctantly took. “I should,”

Before he finished his thought aloud, Viktor was at his side kissing his hand. “Hurry back.”

George swallowed, “Greg? Keep an eye on Harry I won’t be long.” He fairly ran towards Gryffindor’s table.

“What are you doing here traitor?” Ron snarled. “You got Viktor Krum to kiss your hand? What are you? A useless poof?”

Seamus smacked Ron in the back of the head, “Like you haven’t been following him around like you had a crush on him. Always at his heels begging for an autograph? I get he’s an amazing Quidditch Player but,”

“I don’t have feelings for guys, famous Quidditch players or not! It’s disgusting.” Ron shouted.

“Be careful Ron. You sound like a Muggle.” Fred said harshly after obtaining Angelina’s consent for the match.

Hermione stiffened. “Why would you two be spending time with priggish people like Malfoy and cheaters like Harry?”

“Harry is not a cheater and I dislike hearing someone malign our brother.”

“He is also our charge.” George said nervously, before turning to Lee Jordan, “You want to announce for our match? We miss playing Quidditch and you’re the best announcer we’ve got.”

Lee grinned, “Sure thing.”

“You really got us a Keeper?” Angelina asked, her eyes shining with admiration of Fred who strutted.

“Krum offered a Keeper from Durmstrang. It seems he’s their equivalent of Draco, he’s their prince.”

“Draco offered his place as Seeker to Viktor.” George added fighting a blush.

Alicia glanced at him and said quietly, “I don’t have time to play. Too much homework. You’ll have to get someone else.”

George winced, he knew she liked him and it embarrassed him because he couldn’t return the favour.

Angelina moaned, “Where am I supposed to get a Chaser now!”

Colin spoke up unexpectedly, “Shay can fly. He is always on the Pitch with a Quaffle when it’s free. You should let him fly. Dean’s good too.”

The table turned to the camera-obsessed third year.

Fred laughed, “It’s settled then. We have two spare Chasers then.”

Angelina looked up at him gratefully, “Thanks.”

“No problem princess. Got to return to Harry. In my thoughts though.” Fred strutted off towards the Slytherin table.

Ron tried to fire a hex at Fred, “Tarantallegra.”

George leapt in front of it, the hex bouncing of his skin if it couldn’t penetrate it. He spun around and snarled, “How dare you attack a brother in such a cowardly way!”

“You are no brothers of mine.” Ron glared, ignoring Hermione who tried to get him to stop by wrestling away his wand. He smacked her so hard it rang throughout the chamber.

“Ronald Weasley!” McGonagall cried out in horrified shock.

Ron glared at her, “I’m doing what no one else will, punish traitors.”

“Detention.” She called out sharply.

“I beg your pardon Minerva but that Weasley already has detention with me for two weeks for striking a fellow student.” Severus practically purred.

“Then he is to have detention for the rest of December with me and banned from the Yule Ball.” McGonagall grabbed him by the ear and dragged him out of the Great Hall. “I will be contacting your parents.”

Ginny was in tears, one of the few reactions one could get from her.

Hermione was in tears herself; her hand on her cheek as if she could hardly believe Ron had hit her.

George brushed off his clothes, and headed back to Slytherin’s table.

XoooooX

Slytherin barely paid the Gryffindor table any mind until Ron started screaming at George.

“I don’t have feelings for guys, famous Quidditch players or not! It’s disgusting.”

Blaise, Draco, Harry and Viktor stiffened.

Harry worried how Viktor would take that since the speaker was clearly Ron and even as Ron’s former friend he remembered how the tall thin redhead used to dog Viktor’s footsteps and beg for autographs practically drooling.

Viktor’s eyes widened in horror when George leaped between Ron and Fred after the former cast a spell at Fred’s back. “No!” he gasped in Russian and Parseltongue.

Everyone was surprised when the spell had no adverse effect on George.

Mafalda was not surprised but shocked that Ron, her fool of a cousin dared not only to injure a girl but also to cowardly attack his own brother. She began planning harsh punishments for him, despite being struck by Ron her previous plans for helping Fred and George get back at Hermione would continue.

Viktor and Fred both were examining George for injury.

Finding none, Viktor crushed George in his arms, “That was a foolish thing to do. How did you know it would do that? Not hurt you?”

George swallowed, “I didn’t. I just would rather get hit myself then Fred. Mostly because I knew it was coming. I guessed the spell and it’s intent.”

“You idiot!” Fred glared, “Why didn’t you cast a shield?”

“Simple, I’m not supposed to use my wand out of the classroom or when I’m studying.” George rolled his eyes. “Besides, if I never drew my wand I can’t be painted as the aggressor can I? Mum can’t blame me for it. Besides, Ron hit Hermione. Mum won’t easily forgive that.”

Fred sighed, “Stubborn fool but thanks for watching my back.”

George laughed, “What are twins for?”

“Partners in pranking.” Fred chuckled.

“So my brave foolish friend.” Viktor hissed in George’s ear, “Be my date to the Yule Ball?”

George turned beet red, whispering back, “Yes.”

Fred turned to look at George sensing his embarrassment and excitement, “What’s up?”

George’s eyes shone with happiness, “I have a date.”

Fred glanced at Viktor, “I guess he’ll do.”

George swallowed, thinking at his twin, “Thanks.”

Viktor pulled George to his side of the table; “I’m keeping an eye on you.”

Draco enjoyed the ease that George and Viktor seemed to flow into a relationship. He wondered briefly why the spell hadn’t affected George; it seemed to bounce as if impacting Dragon hide or Veela wings. Was George meant to be Chuvash? He could speak Parseltongue, a sign of his Black blood. He hadn’t heard of a Chuvash being capable of resisting spells before coming into their inheritance. Fred didn’t understand Parseltongue at all…

Harry said he didn’t speak as well as himself or Blaise but rather stilted but not quite as poorly as Severus. Something was odd about that…

George did his best to eat but it was hard to concentrate with Viktor so close, he remained in a constant state of arousal the whole time he was near the Bulgarian Seeker.

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