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Fire and Ice	By : Original-Sin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10297 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 3:

Hogwarts - The Sorting Ceremony

It was Al’s turn now and he was nervously sitting on the stool, with the ancient hat on his head covering his eyes, in front of all the other students. Being the last first year called, he was trying desperately not to fidget, while waiting for the Sorting Hat to decide which house to place him in. His new friend, Scorpius, had already been assigned to Ravenclaw and was sitting at their house table anxiously watching him. Rose had been sorted earlier into Hufflepuff and was busy chatting with another first year she had befriended when they crossed the lake.

Albus closed his eyes then jumped a little when the Sorting Hat sang,

"Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

If you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind."

“RAVENCLAW!”

Al opened his eyes and with a large smile of relief, jumped off the stool and ran over to join his new friend amidst cheering and clapping. There was some whispering, as there had been when Scorpius was sorted, and he knew it was because they hadn’t been placed in their fathers’ houses, Gryffindor and Slytherin. The former rivalry between Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy was still legendary at Hogwarts. Many of the students were surprised their sons seemed to be getting along so well, while others were thinking it wouldn’t last. Some were even secretly betting who would be the first to earn detention and loss of house points for fighting.

When Al reached the table, he sat down next to Scorpius and waited for Headmistress McGonagall's welcoming speech to the students. As she was talking and looking around at everyone, her eyes caught his and she gave him a warm smile which he happily returned. Unknown to many, Al affectionately knew her as his Nana Minnie, and his father frequently brought him to the castle to visit her often when he was younger. While they were eating, the ghost of Helena Ravenclaw floated by their table and greeted all the new first year students that had been sorted into her house. She was the daughter of Rowena Ravenclaw one of the founders of Hogwarts and was also known as the Grey Lady. Al glanced over at Scorpius and wondered what his parents would think when they found out that he wasn’t sorted into Slytherin. Albus knew his father wouldn’t mind that he wasn’t in Gryffindor but he was sure his Mum wouldn’t be too happy about it. After they had eaten their dessert, Al started to think about something that was deeply bothering him since the train ride. His friend hadn’t said anything, but Al was observant and noticed the bruises on his chin and wrist. Something wasn’t right, he himself had gotten bruises from falling off his broom but these were different, and he was going to find out how Scorpius got them. Al decided that when Scorpius was ready to talk, he would be there to listen, offer his support and help him. If he couldn't, then he would turn to the one person he knew who could. After all his dad was an Auror, one of the best, and could fix any kind of problem no matter what it was. If his dad couldn’t help Scorpius, then his friend was in serious trouble and he couldn't allow that to happen and wouldn't.

***

Harry had been up since early morning and was ready for work, dressed in his Auror robes. He was sipping on a cup of tea and staring out the Kitchen window which overlooked their small garden filled with white lilies, roses and other assortment of colorful flowers. He could hear Ginny moving around upstairs and knew she was avoiding coming down probably hoping he had already left. They still shared a bedroom, which was more for appearance sake on the behalf of their son than a sexual relationship. Closing his eyes and thoughtfully rubbing his bottom lip, he thought of his brief encounter with Malfoy the night before. What the hell had gotten into him, he should have stunned the drunkard git and brought him in for assault and battery. Harry had never kissed a bloke before and was surprised that he seemed to enjoy it so much, especially with Draco Malfoy. If Ron ever found out, Harry would never be able to stop him from making his life a living hell. They were still friendly towards one another, but not as close as they used to be, and that was due mostly to the fact that Harry was married to his little sister. It also had a lot to do with Hermione whom Harry was very close with and loved like a sister. If it wasn’t for his still bushy headed friend, Ron and Harry would have drifted apart years ago.

He finished his tea and rinsed the cup, putting it in the sink to dry. He then walked over to the staircase and called up to his wife,

“Ginny, would you please come down here for a moment, we need to talk.”

“I can’t come down now Harry, I have to take a bath and get ready for practice. I’ll talk with you later tonight after you get home.”

Harry knew that sure as hell wouldn’t happen, they had been through this same situation just one too many times.

“No, Ginny, I am not leaving until we have a much long overdue and needed discussion.”

Harry heard her slam the door shut and appear at the top of the stairs staring down at him. Ginny’s long red hair was hanging loose and in tangles around her shoulders. He stared up at her thinking what a beauty his wife was no matter how she looked. Then he wondered, ‘how did this happen?’ They used to be so happy but now……

“Well, say what you want, I don’t have all day.”

“Look, Ginny, please come down and let’s try to have a decent conversation like civilized adults just this once.”

Harry looked up at her, his green eyes pleading, but her brown ones were cold and defiant as she looked down at her husband. Sighing, ‘right’ he told himself, ‘well two can play this game then’.

Ginny was a popular Chaser for the Holyhead Harpies and was now working out a deal with them to retire, so she could become the senior Quidditch correspondent for the Daily Prophet. Harry had always been supportive of her, especially when it came to her happiness, and playing Quidditch had become just that even above her own family. Harry and Albus never missed a game and were always in the stands to cheer her on no matter what the weather or how they felt. Everything seemed to drastically change a few months ago, when Harry was working on a complicated case assigned by his superior Gawain Robards. As a result, he was unable to attend one of the most important games of the year. Consequently the Harpies lost to the Falmouth Falcons by a devastating blow, and of course Ginny blamed him.

‘If you had been there to keep an eye on Albus, then I wouldn’t have been distracted and we would have won the game.’, was the excuse but Harry knew the real reason. Roger Davies, former Captain and Chaser of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team and now world famous chaser for the Falmouth Falcons. He had taken Fleur to the Yule Ball during Harry’s fourth year and tried to date Cho Chang who refused him in order to date Harry. Ginny was having an affair with him and had been for a long time. She didn’t want to divorce Harry because of all the media attention it would cause, but the biggest factor was that she didn’t want her parents to find out. If it ever came out that she was cheating on the boy-who-lived and beloved savior of the Wizarding World, as well as Molly’s one and only favorite son-in-law, her reputation as well as her relationship with her mother would be ruined. No, she would rather continue to make Harry’s life a living hell rather than simply asking for a divorce which Harry would only be happy to oblige her with. The only reason they were still together, as far as he was concerned, was for Albus’s sake. Otherwise, he would have filed for a divorce when he first found out about her secret rendezvous with that bloody berk.

“Ginny, we can’t keep going on like this, it’s not fair to the kids or ourselves.”

“So what, Harry, you want me to admit to the world I am having an affair? What do you think that would do to my career or your’s? I thought you loved my mum, what about her? She is getting older you know, how do you think this would affect her health?”

‘Finally,’ Harry thought, ‘it’s out in the open maybe now we can resolve this before people we love get hurt.’

“Don’t put this on me Gin, I am not the one who cheated. You should have thought of the consequences before you jumped into bed with that…..”

“No! DON'T you dare say a word about him, ever. It’s not his fault. If you were around more, instead of chasing after lowlife scum then I wouldn’t have had to look for affection elsewhere…”

“Bloody hell Gin, don’t even go there, you can’t blame me with this so don’t even try.”

“I am warning you Harry, I won’t give you a divorce and you had better not let it slip that I have been seeing Roger.”

“Are you threatening me, Ginny? If you are, then you had better be very careful with your next choice of words.”

Ginny clamped her lips shut and glared down at him. Stomping her foot, she turned and walked back down the hallway slamming the door to the bedroom shut behind her.

‘Well, that went better than I thought it would.’ Harry sighed.

***

Department of Magical Law Enforcement / Auror Office

Harry was sitting in his cubicle leaning back precariously in his chair with his booted feet up on the edge of the desk and going over his current work case. He already had a pile of files filled with solved and unsolved cases sitting on top of it which was threatening to spill over at anytime. He levitated a heavy paperweight onto it with a casual flick of his wand as he continued to read the updated report in his hand, flipping through pictures and sipping on his sixth cup of coffee of the day. This particular case took priority over all the others and it had him baffled. He usually didn’t get involved in these types of cases but due to the complexity of the crimes Robards had chosen his best Auror to solve it.

He had been working on it for the past few months, it involved a serial killer whom Harry suspected of being a wizard due to the heinous ways the victims were found murdered. Already, there had been 12 murders and no witnesses to the crimes. At least none that were willing to come forward for fear of retribution from the madman. As far as Harry had deciphered, the killer was acting alone. At least until recently he had, then he began to wonder whether or not the perpetrator was using an accomplice. One who may, or may not, be aware that they were helping a killer. The killer also knew how not to leave evidence behind at the scene, or just enough to tease Harry, and was meticulous with how he (or she) left the body. Whoever it was, they were good, too good, but Harry was determined to catch them before they had a chance to strike again. He already felt like he was getting close to catching them, but it seemed as if the killer knew what his next move would be and always kept just one step ahead of him.

‘I’ll catch you yet you sick bastard, whoever you are, before you take another innocent life. I won’t stop until I do, and you had better hope that when I do find you, I am having a really good day.’

***

Malfoy Manor

Narcissa was in the parlor writing her dutiful monthly letter to Lucius but knew she would never get a response back. She had only received just the one that first time. Though she was not allowed to see her husband, they had finally been allowed to correspond with one another. She still dearly missed him but was finally learning to get on with her life. She knew Luc would want her to be happy and by not answering her letters he gave her his blessing to continue on with her life.

‘If only you were here, my darling, then I would know what to do.’

The problem was her daughter-in-law, Astoria, the bitch. Narcissa suspected the woman was abusing her grandson but without absolute proof couldn’t tell her son. Why did Draco have to be so blind? Ever since Lucius was incarcerated, he had changed into a cold-hearted and unfeeling man. She wished he would be closer to his young son and pay more attention to him, then he would see the truth. The only person she could talk to about her worries was Caleb. Her gentle and loving Caleb, whom she had developed a great fondness for through the years. Although she still remained faithful to her husband, Cissy was getting closer to forming a more intimate relationship with the Malfoy family chauffeur.

***

Draco was pounding into his lover, buried to the hilt in that round tight ass, biting and nipping the back of the soft neck lying face down on the mattress beneath him. The bed shifted with each thrust and the smaller man tried pushing his bum up higher in the air to accommodate the deep thrusts. Draco swore and then pulling back slapped the firm buttocks leaving a bright red mark on the pale flesh, causing the beauty below him to hiss loudly in pain. When he saw a slim hand with long fingers reaching for a sorely neglected cock, he stopped it and using one of the long silk ribbons tied to the bed post, he wrapped it around the delicate wrist securing it tightly. Draco reached his hand down and around the lean body to grab the hard and leaking organ that was now painfully erect and jutting up against its owner’s toned stomach. As he began to masterfully manipulate it, the man beneath him threw his head back and up hitting Draco painfully on the chin causing his teeth to bite his tongue.

“Bloody hell, damn you, Potter!”

Draco jerked and woke up from his dream, rubbing his face and cursing Potter to hell. He climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom to take a cold shower and wash the fresh cum off his stomach.
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