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A Different Kind of Hero	By : JunjouSlashGirl Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 53263 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Chapter 24: Fury
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Harry instantly noticed that something was different when he entered the Great Hall the next morning. The chattering rose and many eyes settled on him. Frowning, he ignored the stares and went over to his friends; sitting down between them. Hermione had made space for him as soon as she had seen him, probably guessing that he would feel uncomfortable with all the attention focused on him.
"What's wrong? Did the Prophet write some new rumour about me?" he asked in a whisper.
His friends shook their heads and Hermione bit on her bottom lip, as if not sure whether she should tell him about whatever was going on, whilst Ron looked slightly apologetic.
Sighing, he repeated his question and adding: "Just spit it out, it can't be that much worse."
"It took longer than I would have expected," Hermione started "but the rumour has started that you are not dating Ginny."
"Well, then they have actually gotten something right for once," Harry said, feeling irritated.
"That means," Ron pointed out "that you are available again Harry."
Harry gulped and looked around once more. With the exception of the Slytherins, many students were indeed eyeing him with interest. The students could be divided in two categories: First, there were young witches who flushed or batted there lashes whenever his eye accidentally met one of them and secondly; older wizards, which was even somehow a greater shock as he had not thought that so many boys would be attracted to him. Only the Slytherins seemed very disgusted with what was going on, which made them nearly likable in Harry’s eyes right now.
Just in that moment, a young blond girl rose from the Ravenclaw table and started to make her way over to him. Turning quickly back to his plate, for the first time in weeks he started to pile food onto it, trying to look busy so that the girl would not actually approach him, but sadly she had gathered all of her courage and was determined.
"Um... Harry?"
Turning around Harry forced a polite smile onto his face. Over the girl's shoulder he could see Draco watching him, as well as Lucius actually, but in contrast to his son, the older blonde actually had a look of amusement glinting in his eyes.
"Yes?" He asked when the girl only stared at him, apparently waiting until she was allowed to speak. Harry wanted to roll his eyes in annoyance; he really was not as much of a hero as they all thought and certainly not a king. Even the position in the council was only due to Lucius.
"I..." The girl stammered and Harry prepared to wait patiently until she could come to the point. "My name is Lisa Corner and I wanted to ask if you would go with me to Hogsmeade on the first weekend."
Harry blinked in bewilderment. The first Hogsmeade weekend was still some weeks in the future; it was scheduled in November, just before Halloween so that the students could buy costumes for the costume ball Dumbledore had planned for this year. So why was the girl asking already? And why did she think that he would go with a complete stranger?
Gazing quickly over to his friends, Harry answered politely: "Um...Lisa, I have already planned to go with my friends..."
"Oh..." Lisa said, but nodded before saying: "Maybe next time then?"
"Maybe," Harry answered non-committedly.
The girl smiled at him and Harry had the feeling that he should have just said no, but at least she was going back to her own table now.
As soon as she was out of hearing range, Ron burst into laughing: "Oh Harry, I have never seen you so flustered!"
"Well, I would be as well if a total stranger asked me out on a date," Hermione huffed, but Ron just ignored her in favour of saying: "Did you notice that you are either being watched by the little children or by older boys? I told you that you look too feminine in those things." Ron pointed with his knife at Harry's waistcoat, but Harry only flushed.
"I have never looked very masculine," he replied, pulling on his school cloak.
"Yeah," Ron agreed with a frown. "Guess you are still a few years too young to look masculine. But don't worry. That will only change when we graduate."
Hermione gave him a reassuring smile as well and he nodded quickly.
"We should head to Potions or we will be late," Hermione announced and picked up her shoulder bag.
To Harry's dismay, everybody was still watching him as they left the Great Hall; the only good thing about it was that no other girl had approached him.
The dungeons were as gloomy as ever and they leaned against the cold walls to wait for the beginning of their lessons. Harry was not sure if it was a coincidence, but only moments after he had arrived with his friends, Draco had joined them with Pansy on one arm and Daphne on the other.
"Oh Draco, do you have a tattoo?"
Harry looked up at the sound of Daphne's voice, right in time to see his mate lifting his right hand and eying it smugly. "Yes, my Family Crest; after all, being a Malfoy is something to be proud of," the blonde smirked and anger rose in his stomach. He clenched his fists, trying desperately to not react in any way, but it was difficult. How could Draco tell the world that their mating marks were nothing more than tattoo’s? He could not believe it; that was low, even for the blonde.
Ron's snort ended the chorus of praise Draco was still singing for his precious family line.
"I think someone is jealous," Draco drawled and the girls started snickering.
"Keep believing that Malfoy," Hermione spoke up. "We sure are jealous of people who grovel at the feet of a mad man and lick his dirty boots."
Draco sneered, but before the blonde could say anything, Harry had casually linked his arms with Hermione and was whispering quite audibly: "Don't say something like that, or he might finally realize that he wants to bow to the man who had killed his mother."
"Better than to gush over an old fool who throws babies onto the battlefield," Draco hissed back.
Shrugging, Harry replied: "I have to admit, Dumbledore and I had a little row during the summer, but we are all good again and he certainly was not at fault for Voldemort being afraid of a baby."
The Slytherins flinched at the name of their future master, but Draco recovered quickly: "The story with the curse was an unfortunate accident. He was certainly not afraid of you, why should he have been? He probably was after your Mudblood mother."
Harry's eyes hardened at the foul words. Fixing his eyes to his mate's ice blue orbs, he whispered silently enough only Draco was able to hear it and without blinking once he said: "Because the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord was approaching. Born to those who had thrice defied him, born as the seventh month died? Wake up Draco! This is bigger and more dangerous than you think! Your father has already lost his beloved wife; don't force him to lose his son and mate as well only because you are too stubborn to accept that we belong together."
Harry didn't know how much Draco actually knew about the war, but apparently he knew nothing about the prophecy because his handsome face paled to a worrisome degree.
Hermione and Ron watched him curiously, clearly wondering what he had just done to the Slytherin. Finally, Ron broke the silence: "I don't know what you just did, but keep doing it." He pats Harry on his back, but Hermione only frowned.
Harry did not listen to their conversation anymore, instead hoping that he had not made a mistake by telling Draco about the prophecy. Hopefully, his mate would not run to his father's old master and tell him that he knew. He wished that he could believe that Draco would not do that, but at this point he could not be sure.
Pansy's annoying voice made him suddenly listen again:
"Draycy, will you show me your new room this evening?"
Harry had to suppress another growl at the seductive tone in the girl’s voice, the only reason he succeeded was that not even Draco Malfoy could be so stupid as to invite a girl to his room when he was actually half mated already, but to his utter shock, the next words coming out of the Slytherin’s mouth were: "Sure, I could show the room to both of you."
The girls giggled and clung even firmer to the blonde's arm, obviously delighted about the offer. Next to Harry, Hermione made a sound like she was getting sick, and only the fact that he was still linked by his arm with hers, saved Daphne and Pansy at that moment. That, and the fact that a silent click announced the opening of the door to their Potions classroom.
The fury must have been radiating from him, because his father gave him a long look as he went past him. With a sigh, he slumped down in his seat, relieved that he did not have to see his stupid mate for the next two hours, at least if he didn't turn around. He pulled the Potions book for First Year Students from his bag, which his father had given him after he had finished with the pre-school book and watched the man spelling the recipe for the others onto the blackboard and then start to send his students off with a wave of his hand and without further explanations.
Leaning over to his friends, he pushed the recipe of the Potion he had to brew today over to them and asked: "Could you bring me the ingredients from the storage room? I really don't want to run into Malfoy again today."
"Sure," Hermione agreed with a sympathetic look and went to the storage room with Ron in tow.
They returned only a few minutes later and Hermione sorted through the ingredients to give Harry the things he needed.
"Thanks," Harry said and started chopping carefully. He still was not used to giving so much attention to the way he actually chopped or sliced, so he was still a bit slow, but the last time he had still managed to brew a good Potion.
His father came by then and placed the Potion he had marked from last class on his desk. Harry could not hide a grin as he saw a big red ‘E’ attached to the vial.
Hermione looked over at him and her eyes lit up in happiness for him as she saw the grade. Not wanting to disappoint his father after only one good grade, Harry turned back to the Potion which was silently bubbling in front of him. He stirred the bluish liquid three times clockwise and watched as it changed to a deep purple.
Nodding contently, he grabbed the snake scales he had to powder and put them into a small stone bowl. He had just wanted to start the grinding, when something flew by his ear and in the next moment his cauldron exploded. The explosion was strong enough to push him backwards, but his back did not even have time to collide with Dean’s table before his father already snapped: "Potter! What have you done now? Are you not even able to brew a First Year Potion?"
Ignoring his father's tirade, Harry quickly looked around, his eyes searching for Draco, who sat just behind Dean and Seamus and was watching his own Potion rather intensely; careful to not show any interest in what had just happened.
He turned back to his father, who just snapped "25 points from Gryffindor," and saw in the man's eyes that he also knew who had sabotaged his Potion. A short flicker in his father's eyes was the only warning before he announced: "well, if you are so incompetent, Mr. Potter, then I will give you a partner in order to ensure the safety of the other students. Mr. Malfoy, please come to the front and help Mr. Potter with his second attempt at the sleeping draught."
Harry's eyes widened in horror at his dad's words and he quickly stammered: "Please, sir, I will make sure that my cauldron does not explode with my next attempt!"
Next to him, Ron looked very green at the idea of Draco Malfoy working in close proximity to them and the other Slytherins were eying Harry as if they wanted to murder him, just for forcing his presence onto their prince, as if Harry actually wanted to work with the prat.
"Then you should have been more careful from the start, Mr. Potter, my decision stands. Make some space for Mr. Malfoy," Severus replied coldly.
"Professor," Draco's voice apparently sounded as horrified as Harry’s had. "I cannot help him; I have to brew my own Potion."
"Do not worry Mr. Malfoy. I am well aware that you are quite able to brew today's potion. Now take your cauldron and move over to Mr. Potter," his father ordered.
Harry would have laughed at the way Draco’s prank had backfired if he didn't have to suffer the consequences as well. Scooting to the left side of his table, he watched his reluctant mate sit down next to him and banished his spoiled Potion while trying to ignore the angry glares from Pansy and Daphne.
"Well done Malfoy," Harry hissed silently, not able to suppress the urge to comment on the situation. Draco only growled and pulled Harry's Potions Book over to him.
"Are you serious, scarhead, are you really brewing a Potion for First Years? I thought my godfather was joking."
"He wasn't," Harry replied dryly, not answering his mate's unspoken question about why he was brewing something different to the rest of them; he would not give Draco even more ammunition to tease him about. Instead, he just stood up saying: "I need new ingredients."
He hurried to find all the things he needed, thinking that it would be safer to not assume that Draco would actually help him and as he had expected, the blonde sat leaned back in his chair as he returned, his arms crossed and looking as if he was about to relax for the next ninety minutes. Grabbing his slate and knife again, he started once more with the apple-flower petals.
The first two ingredients had to be added to cold water, so his cauldron stood to the side. The voice of his father made him look up as he was throwing the ingredients into the water:
"Mr. Malfoy, I expect you to actually help." Sneering at Harry, as if it had been his idea to pair them up, the blonde conjured his own slate and knife and started slicing salamander tails, with an ease that made Harry jealous. He would never get as fast and precise with his preparation, regardless of how many years he practiced. In contrast to himself, Draco was actually talented in this subject.
Wondering if his other mate was as talented with Potions as Draco, Harry heaved the cauldron onto the flames once more and started stirring. Draco watched him as if he wanted to say something about the way he was brewing, but in the end only sneered at him as usual.
This was really awkward. Why his father thought it would be a good idea to make them work together, Harry did not know. They certainly would not get any closer this way, in fact, Harry believed that the blonde could not get any angrier with him than he currently was; his comment earlier had surely not helped either, but neither his father nor Lucius had to hear about that incident, at least if Draco stayed silent as well.
In unspoken agreement, they worked silently side by side, not saying a word and most of the time not even looking at or acknowledging each other.
Harry had a difficult time pushing his swirling emotions to the side. His annoyance and hatred of Draco were still fighting against his instincts, telling him to find a way to get into his dominant’s good graces. But he didn't even consider giving in to his instincts as he was too annoyed with Draco, and besides, as long as the blonde did not realize that his behaviour led to nothing, he couldn't do anything about it anyway.
Still, it hurt to be this close to one of his mates and only get rejection from him. Deep down he hoped that Draco would come to his senses soon and pull him into his arms, which would surely be as strong, warm and comforting as Lucius'.
They had barely finished Harry's Potion in time and as soon as Harry had poured it into a glass vial, Draco had stood up and went back to his own seat, but not without sneering at him one last time.
Sighing, Harry shuffled over to his father, placing his Potion on his father’s desk. The man only nodded once, not able to say anything in front of everybody, so Harry just returned to his friends.
Apparently, Draco had had enough of him for the day as well, because as soon as the class ended, his mate disappeared, not lingering in some corner to insult or hex him or something, but their next class was DADA, so they would see each other soon enough regardless.
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Draco Malfoy stepped into his private room and threw his bag into a corner, before slumping down onto his couch, not caring about grace or anything else right now. The day had been endless and tiring, and he still could not believe that his godfather had actually forced him to help scarhead.
But it had been an effective method; he would not ruin Potter’s Potions anytime soon.
To be reduced to brewing a simple sleeping draught for First Year students again had been humiliating to say the least. Still, he wondered why Pothead was not brewing the same Potions as the rest of them. Severus usually made no exceptions for anybody, not even his Slytherins, so he believed that Dumbledore was behind the special treatment.
As usual, the Golden Boy needed special attention. He sneered, even though Potter was not even there to see it.
But the Potions Class had not even been the most uncomfortable situation today. What was it what the annoying boy had said to him in front of their Potions Classroom? It had sounded suspiciously like a prophecy. Did that mean that Harry bloody Potter was actually destined to defeat the Dark Lord? He was sure Potter had only revealed a small part of the prophecy to him; if it had been one in the first place, that was. So he did not know enough about it to make any assumptions.
To be honest, his own death and the death of his mother had made him rethink his opinions of the Dark Lord. That did not mean that he would ever follow Potter. The Dark Lord’s goals were the right ones, only the person who wanted to achieve them was the wrong one.
Conjuring his school bag, he pulled his History of Magic book out because he had to read a chapter as homework.
Potter had been absent from the class and one Slytherin girl, of whom he did not know the name, had mentioned at lunch that he had dropped out of Divination as well, which would mean that the Golden Boy would not have enough classes to graduate in the end.
That would surely be an unpleasant awakening for the Gryffindor Hero. He smirked at the thought, but his smirk quickly disappeared when he realized that the old coot was surely grading Potter’s extra lessons. Why did the boy get so many privileges? He was even allowed to own a House Elf at Hogwarts and he didn't even have a father who was on the Board of Governors. He hated all of this!
But what he hated even more than scarhead’s privileges was the way his body reacted to the raven-haired Gryffindor. At every meal, he could smell him all across the Great Hall and he smelled so sweet, and innocent and warm like the sun and just so delicious and... Draco quickly stopped his train of thoughts, forbidding himself to think of the word arousing. He was after all not really Harry Potter’s mate, so there was no reason to find the smaller boy arousing.
There also was no reason to feel jealous whenever he saw scarface arm in arm with his two best friends, the weasel, and the Mudblood. And still... his heart had nearly stopped when he saw the boy sitting nearly naked in a pool with his cousin Sirius Black, their ex-teacher Remus Lupin, the weasel twins and again, his two best friends. And there surely had been no reason for his cock to twitch at the sound of parseltongue from Potter’s mouth...
For a short moment, a moment he would deny had ever existed, he had wanted to kill every one of them, only because they had seen Harry Potter’s body, had dared to sit so close to him and listen to his beautiful words.
In fact, he had been about to do something seriously stupid and untypical of a Malfoy when his father had entered, but the man had done nothing.
How could his father stand the sight of his supposed mate sitting with so many other males in a pool? That only encouraged him in his belief that his father could actually not be Potter’s dominant, or rather, Potter could not be his father's submissive because the boy clearly looked nothing like a vampire. He himself now had a red ring around his ice blue eyes and his skin had gotten paler, along with other smaller and bigger changes, but Potter was clearly still human. His eyes were as green as ever without the barest hint of red, his skin, although not as tanned as last year, was still much too dark to belong to a dead creature.
So the question was: Did his father actually believe that crap himself?
Draco could not really believe it; Lucius Malfoy was far too intelligent to fall for a fairytale about mates and destined love. Maybe he had just told Potter that shit to get the boy into bed, after all, his small round arse looked very... He quickly cut his thoughts off again, just in time to hear a polite knock at his door.
"Come in," he called out, and Pansy and Daphne stepped inside.
His eyes roamed the body of the two witches, taking in their forms. Daphne was more to his taste: He did not care particular for hair colour, but he preferred her smaller breast and narrow hips over Pansy's curvy form, but Pansy was not as prudish and willing to do anything he asked for, so the two complemented each other perfectly.
He actually did not plan on marrying either of them; they were neither beautiful, nor intelligent or powerful enough to become the next Lady Malfoy, but they didn't need to know that.
"Pansy, Daphne, did you find my room easily enough?" he greeted and waved them over. He really could use some fun to get all the anger and confusion out of his system, sex had always helped him with his stress. He actually had never had sex to be close to anyone or out of love, those were feelings Malfoy’s did not really possess, instead he would have his fun and use boys and girls alike to satisfy his physical needs, never giving anything back in return and there was honestly no need to.
Many witches and wizards gladly went down on their knees in hope that they would get the favour of the next Malfoy Lord. There rarely was a day that went by without somebody offering to suck him off in an empty classroom, just between two classes, or offered their bodies to satisfy his needs.
He loved the quick encounters, where he did not even have to undress, only opening his zipper and fucking the arse in front of him. That was another one of his kinks, he only used their rear ends, even with girls. The reason for this preference he had long ago pushed to the back of his mind, not daring to think about it because it would just lead him back to...
"So Draycy, how was your day?" Pansy asked in a tone of voice which should probably sound sweet, but only made his ears hurt.
Hoping that she would soon put her mouth to better use, he answered: "After Potions, my day got better."
Daphne stepped behind him and started unbuttoning his shirt. One of her hands slid down his chest and over his left nipple as she whispered into his ear: "Poor Draco, your godfather was really mean to you today, but we will help you feel better again soon."
One of her fingers then teased his nipple, before sliding further down, but Draco could only think that HE wanted to be the one teasing a nipple...
Pansy crouched down between his knees and started to stroke and massage up his thigh, slowly coming closer to his crotch and that was when Draco noticed that he still was not hard. Suppressing the urge to stiffen, he leaned forwards with a smirk to hide his shock, and making Pansy believe for one moment that he was going to kiss her, which he of course wasn't, because there had only ever been one person he had wanted to kiss, before rising to his feet in a fluid motion and saying: "Thank you for your visit my ladies, but I am rather tired and have promised father that I would visit him before going to bed."
The girls looked at him in utter bewilderment, but as expected, they rose as well and only smiled politely.
"What a pity, Dray," Daphne said.
Wanting to have the girls out as soon as possible he only shrugged nonchalantly, saying: "Well, that is the disadvantage of having my father as a teacher at Hogwarts."
"Just come and find us if you can't sleep later on," Pansy said and opened his door again.
He did not reply as he watched the girls leave, and as soon as his door had clicked shut again, he threw a silencing barrier up and screamed in utter outrage.
What had Potter done to him? What had the stupid Gryffindor done wrong with his resurrection?
He has never had the problem of getting hard, in fact, he could even will a hard-on any time of the day, especially when he was in a mood like now and needed the release to calm down. But no, Potter had to mess with him and now he could not even fuck anymore to get all his anger over the little raven out!
How should he deal with the Golden Boy now? That had been his only outlet for years and Potter had taken it away from him!
He threw a curse at a vase which stood in one corner, making it explode. For the next 30 minutes, he hexed, screamed, ranted and cursed, until his room was nearly destroyed.
He fell back onto the sofa feeling utterly exhausted all of the sudden. His anger was still not completely gone. Potter, oh how he hated him, ever since...
Green eyes appeared in front of his mind, much too bright and much too beautiful and suddenly, he was rock hard and throbbing in the confinement of his trousers like never before.
Screaming again in fury, he swore that he would get his revenge. Scarhead would not get away with this!
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