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Talented Tongues	By : ladyicondraco Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 8463 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Pairings:
DM/HP, BZ/NL, RW/HG, mentioned SS/NM. Maybe other's later.

Sorry
for the long wait, I just entered college and had to get myself all
set up and adjusted. So, on with the story.

When
Harry woke the next morning it was to a slight itch on his chest. He
moved his hand up to scratch it, but jerked in pain when his hand
came into contact with the abused nub.

“Damn.”
He sat up in bed, reaching for his glasses to get a better look at
the piercing. His hand connected with a bottle as he reached.
Finally, he caught hold of his glasses and slipped them on. The new
addition to his bedside table was a bottle; a note was attached to
the top.

“This
will ease the pain and help it heal. Apply twice a day for one week.
- D”

The
stopper had a brush attached, and hesitantly, Harry applied the
viscous fluid to his nipple. The instant that the brush touched his
skin the pain eased. Slowly, the pain all but disappeared, leaving a
slight ache, strong enough only to remind him of its presence. Harry
sighed in relief and and began to get ready for the day ahead.

As
he showered, and dressed, Harry grew more and more angry. How dare
he claim me without properly asking my permission, or explaining
himself, and to just...just... He had trouble even thinking the
word. To simply..straddle me like that. I'm sure that he could
have found another way to go about the piercing. And who gave him the
right to stick a needle in me? There had to have been another method
of Marking. He is going to get a piece of my mind as soon as I see
him.

The
dining hall was nearly empty as Harry entered, just then realizing
how late he had risen. He sat next to Ron, who was loading up his
plate, no doubt for the fourth time.

“Harry,
mate. I wondered when you'd be up, you missed the fight this
morning.”

“Fight?”

“Oh,
yeah, it was great. Bulstrode tore into Draco, who knows why, but
Parkinson was backing her up. I think they were trying to convince
him to do something about something, but I'm not sure. Anyway, he
just shrugged her off and told her, something about not knowing
anything about what's really going, he sounded really mysterious
right then, then left the room without another word to her. And get
this, it was Zabini and, oh what was his name..Pucey, Adrian Pucey.
Yeah, that's it.” Ron nodded and beamed at Harry.

“Zabini
and Pucey did what, exactly?”

“Oh, oh
right, they were flanking him as he left. He just left Crabbe and
Goyle there, it was all very strange. Looks like they have some
internal conflict so I don't think you have anything to worry about,
Harry.”

“I'm glad
that you finally agree.” Harry began to eat before something
occurred to him. “Where is Hermione?” Ron carefully
swallowed before continuing, as though even the mention of his
girlfriend made Ron feel the need to be more polite.

“She went
with Padme and Lavender to Hogsmeade.” Ron paused before turning
back to Harry. “You did remember that it's a Hogsmeade weekend,
didn't you?”

“No, I'd
completely forgotten, but I don't think I'm going to go. I have some
things to take care of here.” Like asking where a certain
blonde where he gets off. Ron looked a little down. “Why
don't you see if Seamus wants to go. You know, before he finds Ginny
and asks her to go.” Ron's head jerked up and he was
immediately headed in the direction of their classmate. Harry shook
his head. “Everytime.”

Harry headed to
the Office of Options, knowing
that Draco would be waiting for him. The cocky bastard seemed to be
able to anticipate him. On the way to his destination, Harry heard
muffled voice coming from a seldom used hallway. He crept closer to
the hall and saw Blaise leaning very closely to someone in an alcove.
He didn't seem to be threatening the person, but you never knew with
Slytherins. Harry made to interrupt them, but was stopped by a hand
on his arm.

“He
isn't going to hurt him, Harry.” Draco whispered into his ear.
“He's been working toward this for three years, simply waiting
for the time when Slytherins were again allowed to pursue
Gryffindors.”

“Gryffindors?”
Zabini moved in then, closer to the person he had cornered, and Harry
was able to make out who it was. “Neville...”

“Blaise
has been focusing on that boy for a while now, not breaking the
rules, but bending them just enough. A touch here, a whisper there,
brushing against him in the halls. Not a one of you has noticed as
the poor thing has been slowly, oh so slowly seduced. He's been
Zabini's for week's now and not a one of you saw any difference,
though much of the blame can be placed on his quiet nature.”
Harry fought the shivers he felt at Malfoy's tone and the warm breath
that caressed his ear. He could feel the heat from the blonde's body,
knowing that their bodies were only inches from each other. In front
of them, no space stood between Blaise and Neville, and Harry watched
as Blaise captured the smaller teen's lips. He tried again to come to
his housemate's rescue, but Draco's hold tightened. “I can't to
leave my friend to be used.”

“Blaise
won't hurt him, he likes the klutz, merlin knows why. Besides, you
wouldn't be helping him, watch.” Harry watched the pair, worry
for Neville his primary emotion, anger taking a place on a back
burner. His worry morphed into surprise when he realized what,
exactly was happening. Neville was kissing him back, had in fact,
grabbed a hold of Blaise's robes as though to hold him there. Harry
turned away from the couple, not wishing to further invade their
privacy. He met Draco's gaze and all of his anger returned to him.

“We
have to talk.” Draco raised an eyebrow at the tone, but nodded
and let Harry lead the way to the Office of Options. Once inside,
with the door closed, he turned on Draco, fury clear on his features.

“Who
do you think you are? Waiting to explain all of this until after
you'd..” Harry blushed furiously, even in his anger. “Claimed
me. And there had to be a less... compromising position for you to
pierce me in; you most certainly did not need to lick me! That's is
if you even needed to pierce me! I bet you chose to use a nipple
ring just so you could,” He had even more trouble saying it
aloud than thinking it had given him. “Straddle me.” The
blush continued to flush his face, “You also have yet to really
tell me anything about this 'Council'. If it wasn't for the fact that
Snape ignored me I would think this was just an elaborate plan to
embarrass me. Who is this Serpent King, why was Gryffindor house
'closed', as you put it? Does Dumbledore know about the Council?Why
would you have to fight Voldemort for me if you had used another
claim? Why...mfff.” He glared at Draco, who's hands were
pressed tightly to his mouth and to the back of his head.

“We've
had this discussion before. Do you actually want me to answer or were
you going to simply keep asking questions?” Harry's only
response was more glaring. “I'll take that as, 'Yes, Draco I
would love for you to answer my questions.' Now come sit down.”
He walked to the couch, leaving Harry little choice but to follow.
Harry took a seat on the couch as far from Draco as possible. “Where
shall I start?” Draco paused as though to think, but Harry
wasn't fooled. The blond was being overly dramatic on purpose, no
doubt to in an attempt to aggravate Harry further. “I do not
know if Dumbledore is aware of the council, I believe that he knows,
but one can never be sure. If does, then he allows himself to be
manipulated fairly easily. As easily as you allow yourself to be
manipulated, though I would hazard a guess that your case may be more
about naiveté
then anything. As
for the piercing there were many less pleasant ways I could have gone
about it. I believe that the piercing was the best way to go about
it, it is not terribly painful, can be removed and not something that
the whole school is likely to see. Straddling you was simply a perk.”
Harry opened his mouth to speak, but Draco cut him off. “The
reason that I do not have to fight you with a high claim is that,
though I claim protection of you, you are considered to be almost my
equal. You can choose to fight your own battles if you wish, and I
hardly think you would leave this fight to me.” Harry shook his
head, he wouldn't wish this fate on anyone, and Malfoy couldn't beat
Voldemort, only he could.

“What
about when Blaise asked you if Gryffindor was 'open'? I'm assuming
that was what he meant by 'Lion's Den', and who is this Serpent King?
What does he do?” Draco sighed and laid down, his head landing
on Harry's lap before he could get off the couch.

“Gryffindors have been off limits to members of
the Serpent Council and those of Slytherin house since the Serpent
King attended Hogwarts. His predecessor died while he was still in
school here, which is rare, and he was forced to take over. The
reasoning behind it is not widely known, and I doubt that he would
want me to tell you exactly what happened without asking him first.”

“And you would be right, Draco.” Draco sat
bolt upright and then rushed to his feet. Harry followed swiftly.

“Professor. We...I realize that we are out past
curfew, but...”

“Save it Draco. I believe that Harry asked you a
question. Maybe it's time you answered it.” Harry watched
Draco's face, understanding dawned in his eyes, and the blond
relaxed. Harry shivered at the devious smile Draco directed his way.

“Harry. Allow me to introduce His Majesty, the
Serpent King.” Harry's jaw dropped as he turned his gaze from
Malfoy back to Professor Snape.
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