Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy & the House of Seraphim	By : KaliDiah Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > General - Misc Views: 20461 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy, Angel, or Harry Potter or their associated characters, settings, or concepts. They belong to their various creators & distributing agencies, and have only been borrowed for entertainment purposes with no intent to profit.

Chapter List
- 29
- 30
- 31
*********************************************************************************************

*********************************************************************************************

Draco was wearing a track in the floor of the Entry Hall as he paced, and McGonagall’s stare was boring holes into him as he did so.

“Draco, must you pace?” she asked with exasperation.

“Yes,” he said simply before returning to the daunting task of gnawing on his right thumbnail until it was removed completely. He couldn’t remember being so nervous. So many changes were going to take place, and he knew that this evening was going to set the stage for the whole year. He was worried that something would inevitably go horribly and irrevocably wrong. He fervently wished Blaise was already by his side to calm him. Left to his own devices, he was dreaming up every worse-case scenario in the book, and more than a few that weren’t.

Don’t make me come down there and smack you, Spike sent, a sense of chagrin tinting his mental voice.

Honestly, I’m trying not to panic! Draco returned; even in his head his voice was an octave higher than normal.

You fail! Dawn sing-songed playfully.

Oh, yes, Draco snapped, and you’re all up there in your cushy suite with overstuffed sofas and an abundance of alcohol.

Ohhhh, alcohol? Dawn queried.

A chorus of, None for you! echoed in his head, followed by a very disappointed, Dammit.

Draco chuckled, but was caught short when he heard the unmistakable sounds of carriages approaching.

“They’re here,” McGonagall said softly. She stepped forward and quickly gave Draco’s shoulder an encouraging squeeze before hurrying into the Great Hall to notify the other professors.

Draco sighed and waited. The theme song from Jeopardy buzzed through his mind. I hate you, he sent, causing Xander to stop humming and break out into laughter. Finally he locked down his thoughts in order to focus, just as the students started spilling through the front doors.

He was easily noticed, and it was clear he was a topic of much speculation already. Instead of continuing onto the Great Hall as they were supposed to, the other students stopped to mill about and gossip in hushed whispers. He could hear fairly well what they were saying, and was less than amused. When one fourth year had the audacity to suggest to her friends that the reason Draco had stayed at the school was because he and Snape were having an illicit affair, he nearly lost it. The only thing saving the other girl was the enthusiastic squeal that couldn’t have come from anyone other than one Pansy Parkinson.

She nearly sent him flying as she tackled him with a crushing hug. Every nerve crawled and he wanted nothing more to pick her up and throw her across the room. It wasn’t that he didn’t like women. He just didn’t like this one. “Pansy!” he barked in warning.

She didn’t heed him though, and only pulled away enough to look up at him with tear-filled eyes. “I was so worried about you,” she whined. “No one knew where you were, if you were alright! Some of us thought you were … were …”

“Dead?” he supplied, trying not to laugh. She didn’t find it funny, however. In fact, it sent her over the edge, causing her to sob into his shoulder. He sighed as he made a mental note to burn this particular robe at the first available opportunity.

He was at a total loss as to what to do. He couldn’t just push her away, because he’d probably end up hurting her physically. But he couldn’t conceivably just stand there, either. Luckily his own personal off-white knight came to his rescue.

“Excuse me, but just what the hell do you think you’re doing with my boyfriend?”

It was as if someone had hit the pause button on reality as everyone stopped what they were doing to stare at Blaise. He was standing not five feet away from Draco and Pansy, hands on his hips and a very angry expression on his face. He even looked as if he were about to start tapping his foot in annoyance any second now.

Reality slowly ground back into motion as Pansy turned to Blaise and demanded, “What did you just say?!”

As she was now focusing solely on the other Slytherin and could no longer see Draco, he took the opportunity to mouth, “I love you,” to Blaise, who smirked and made a quick kissy face at him. This caused quite a commotion in the students closest to the scene, and word of the exchange spread like wildfire. Draco could rest easy knowing there’d be no more talk of he and Snape together … ever.

Pansy was still demanding to know what Blaise had meant by his comment, and he was still refusing to answer. Instead, he brushed her aside and stepped up to Draco. “Missed you,” he murmured.

“Kinda figured. I mean, I am me, after all.” He could feel that they were standing on a very dangerous precipice, and any number of things could go wrong at this moment.

Again he was saved as the luckiest student to have ever gone to Hogwarts joined the surrounding crowd. “Oh, for God’s sake!” Harry cried. “Just snog and get it over with!”

“What a splendid idea,” Blaise said, but made no move to act on it.

Draco realized it was up to him. Not wasting another moment, he stepped forward, flung his arms around Blaise’s neck and kissed him for all he was worth. He had meant it to be quick, but as usual, Blaise had other ideas. His arms wrapped around Draco’s waist and crushed their bodies together. Their tongues swept between them and the rest of the world bled away as they focused on nothing beyond devouring each other.

Neither were aware of Pansy going into full-on tantrum mode, stomping and screaming. She surged toward the couple, fully intent on ripping them apart, but was held back by a none too gentle Millicent Bulstrode. They also didn’t hear the various gasps, sighs, squeals, and Ginny’s, “That will never stop being hot.”

As lost to everything as he was, Draco could not stop the expert mental assault as Snape stormed out of the Great Hall. “Malfoy! Zabini! That will be quite enough!” he boomed, causing the two to jump apart. “Twenty points each from Slytherin! Yes, I just took points from my own House! And I dare say, if I ever catch you engaging in such a lurid display again, you will be lucky if you ever see daylight for the rest of your Hogwarts career! Now get inside! All of you!” He turned back through the doors, and was almost run over as the mass of students stampeded to obey, lest they too attract his ire.

Draco shared a worried look with Blaise. He really didn’t savor the thought of not being able to kiss Blaise as much as he’d like to. But again, he was saved by a certain Gryffindor.

“You do realize that he said, ‘if I ever catch you,’ right?” When they looked at Harry with slightly dazed expressions, he just shrugged and smirked. “Just don’t get caught by him.” He moved past them and into the Great Hall.

Snapping out of his stupor, Draco leaned in to whisper, “You do realize we have to get him back for that whole ‘just snog and get it over with’ bit, don’t you?”

“Oh, most definitely,” Blaise said, nodding. “And I think I know just how to do it. When it’s time, just follow my lead.”

“Gods, I love it when you scheme.”

“Oh, I’m well aware you’re just using me for my dastardly yet incredibly imaginative plans. Now come on, I’m hungry.”

They joined the last of the crowd and took their seats near the end of the table closest to the head table. Draco looked across the room and saw that Harry was seated similarly, facing the Slytherin table as always. He then cast a sideways glance and saw that Blaise was sending Harry a very flirtatious glance, giving Draco a pretty good idea of what their payback would entail. So, Draco joined his boyfriend in the silent flirtation, causing the usually stalwart Gryffindor to blush redder than a Weasley’s hair.

This was going to be very, very amusing.

***********************************************************************

Harry was worried. It wasn’t so much the fact that two males were obviously flirting with him across all four House tables that bothered him, but what it represented. They were Plotting Something, complete with capitalization. The way he saw it, he had two choices: he could either continue to let it get under his skin, or he could fight back. He decided that playing along would be the best option, so he made a hearty attempt to flirt just as explicitly as Blaise and Draco were. It was harder than he originally thought.

For one thing, he knew nothing of flirting. At all. With anyone. Period. And while he wanted to unsettle them as much as they were trying to unsettle him, he didn’t want to end up looking like an idiot instead. He didn’t have time to retaliate at the moment, however, as the latest batch of first-years filed into the Great Hall.

He looked over all of them carefully, trying to determine who would be D.A. material at just a glance. He was surprised to see a set of triplets, as well as an Asian girl with nearly greenish hair. Well, that was different.

McGonagall brought out the familiar stool and the tattered Sorting Hat. She gently sat the Hat down on the seat and stepped back. After a few moments, the Hat stirred to life with a giant sigh. The inevitable was nigh.

Here we all are again,

Just like every year before.

Most of you will know my song,

But listen close, I implore.

Unfortunately, very few were listening. After centuries of singing, what the Hat’s song usually contained was well known. Therefore, many students zoned out, pondering instead about this, that, and the other thing. Even so, the Hat sang on.

You see, I’ll look inside your head

To find what makes you, you.

Then I’ll place you with your kind

So your friendships will be true.

If you're Gryffindor, you're daring,

Courageous, and brave at heart.

While if you're Ravenclaw you're clever,

Intelligent, witty, and smart.

In Slytherin you're cunning,

Ambitious, shrewd, and sly.

And in Hufflepuff you're fair and true,

Work hard and always try.

Ah, yes, the descriptions of the Houses. As each one was named, the students at that table instinctively sat straighter, even those who weren’t truly paying attention. Some of them smiled reassuringly at the first-years. Of course, the Hat was far from finished.

The House that I will sort you to

Will show your heart's true colors.

But my aim is not to sever you

Or divide you from the others.

When I see a split that's one and three

It makes me so down-hearted.

We cannot let these rivalries

Destroy what the Founders started.

This, though unusual, was not entirely new. For the past two years now, the Hat had endeavored to unite the school. Alas, it had yet to work. It did, however, succeed in recapturing Harry’s attention, as well as those he had rode on the train with. A quick glance across the Hall proved that Blaise and Draco were now focusing on the Hat as well.

Take heed now to realize

Not all is what it seems.

Often we mistake vital visions

As nothing more than dreams.

As four once stood within these walls

Four shall stand once more.

Reunited with their Spirit,

On angel’s wings they’ll soar.

So remember: after the darkness

And after all the lies,

Stirring from the ashes

The phoenix shall always rise!

The Hat’s gravelly voice had crescendoed until it ended with that booming exclamation. The silence following was thundering, and no one dared to move. Harry repeated the lines in his head, somehow knowing they were important. After all, how many times had he seen or heard something that, at the time, seemed so insignificant but later ended up being vital? Again he turned toward the Slytherin table, and saw Blaise trying to calm a somewhat flustered Draco. What about the Hat’s song had set him off like that? Harry wondered.

He suddenly realized that McGonagall had yet to start calling names. She, too, seemed a bit disquieted after the Hat’s song. What was with these people? Then, the Hat did something Harry was fairly sure it had never done before.

“Well, woman, are you going to send the children to me, or must I learn to levitate to their heads?” it complained.

Gasps filled the room. Many of the students were shocked that the Hat could converse outside of its song and the Sorting. Harry of course knew it could, but that was beside the point. He was mostly surprised at the sheer audacity of the garment, especially in regards to who it was speaking to. Harry didn’t think he’d ever heard anyone speak that way to Minerva McGonagall. Not even Umbridge.

Other than a frown and a stern glare at the Hat, the Professor gave no reaction. She unrolled her parchment and held it before her. “When I call your name, take your place on the stool and set the Sorting Hat on your head.” And with that, things returned to normal. The Hat loudly pronounced each House, and Harry took careful notice of which students seemed to take a bit to be decided.

When it came to the triplets (which turned out to be King, Donovan, Gavin, and Weylin, in that order), the decision was instant. Donovan went to Slytherin, Gavin to Gryffindor, and Weylin to Ravenclaw. Harry had to wonder how being in different Houses would affect their relationship. The boys didn’t seem to mind the split, though, as they each clapped for each other and waved vigorously across the Hall to one another. Harry could only hope that Draco would take Donovan under his wing … and wasn’t that a weird thought? Harry thought he’d never see the day when he hoped Draco would garner himself a protégé.

Not much later, Mizuno, Echo was called forward. The Asian girl with the strangely emerald hair took her seat and pulled the Hat over her ears. She was rather tiny, smaller even than most of the other first-years, and the Hat came clear down to her shoulders. If she was bothered by it, she didn’t show it; she kicked her feet back and forth, as if thoroughly enjoying herself. And considering the amount of time it took the Hat to decide where she belonged, she very well could have been engaged in a rather pleasant conversation with the thing. Finally, it shouted out “Ravenclaw!” She took the hat off, placed it back on the stool, and gave it a friendly pat, and then nearly skipped to her new House table. Harry was not surprised when Luna waved her over to the empty seat next to her.

At long last, the Sorting was done and the Hat was put away until the next year. As was custom, Dumbledore stood to address the school. “Good evening, my dear children,” he said, easily adopting a grandfatherly presence. “Welcome, all of you. Some again, some for the first time. I know you are probably all famished. After all, cauldron cakes and pumpkin pasties from the snack cart aboard the Hogwarts Express can only fuel your young batteries for so long. Therefore, I shall save the speech for later. For now, tuck in and enjoy!” And with that, food appeared in a flash on all of the tables.

“Ohhhhhh, thank you thank you thank you,” Gavin, who had managed to sit fairly close to Harry and his friends, chanted. He wasted no time diving for the nearest serving platter. “I am starving!”

“Are you sure you can eat all that?” Seamus asked as the pile of food on the newest Gryffindor’s plate continued to grow.

“You bet!” he said, beaming. He then ripped into a chicken leg. “Not quite KFC, but it’ll do.”

“KFC?” Ginny asked.

Before he could answer, Neville added, “You’re not from around here, are you?”

Gavin swallowed and broke out into laughter. “Not by a long shot. I’m from Connecticut.”

“Where’s that?”

“You’re from America!” Harry exclaimed. It had taken a few minutes of listening to the boy talk to pinpoint his accent.

“Oooh, got it one. S’pose you want a prize now, huh?”

Harry chuckled. “No, that’s okay. I got myself plenty of presents on the way here.”

“Oh, sure, I see how it is. You get presents and we Yanks get the shaft.” He mock glared at Harry, and then broke into a grin. “It’s all good. Just being here is good enough. The magick schools in America are nowhere near as traditional as here. They’re more like Muggle private schools. And I guess that’s okay, but they really focus more on modernizing everything. Don’t get me wrong, here. Yay for development! But … if something has worked for umpteen centuries, why mess with it? Besides … CASTLE!” He resumed devouring the unfortunate chicken leg, leaving his audience in a bewildered silence. It seemed Americans were a bit more outgoing than those in the United Kingdom were. Or perhaps, Harry amended silently, it was just that particular family. Harry figured he’d have plenty of time to figure that out, so he started in on his own meal.

He chanced a glance at Draco and Blaise. The blonde Slytherin had calmed down, it seemed, and both were once again warming up to the little game they had been playing before the first-years had entered. Here we go again, Harry thought with a sigh. In any case, he was determined to give as good as he got … he winced slightly, as that had sounded more than a bit naughty when he thought about it.

Currently, the Dastardly Duo were being as provocative as possible with their food (though Harry noticed Draco actually ate very little of it). Okay, Harry thought, I can do that. With the pretense of eating a bit of mashed potato – in the most innocent manner, of course – he took the fork into his mouth a bit deeper than absolutely needed. He locked eyes with Draco as he flipped the fork over, closed his mouth, and slowly pulled it back out. He closed his eyes and adopted what he hoped was an expression of pure bliss; since he’d never experienced such a thing, he wasn’t sure how it was supposed to look.

He heard some clattering scattered about the Hall, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw that Draco and Blaise were not the only ones staring at him. Several Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws sat wide-eyed and slack-jawed, their dropped silverware forgotten. Harry took a deep breath to calm himself and prevent the blush that threatened to explode about his face and neck. Returning his gaze back to the Slytherins, he saw that Draco and Blaise were smiling with approval. It lasted only a moment though, as they went right back to trying to torment him. Oh yes, this was going to be amusing.

“What are you doing?” Ginny hissed.

Wondering why it wasn’t obvious, he then realized that Ginny, Dean, and Seamus had their backs turned to the Slytherin table. They had no idea what Draco and Blaise were doing over there. He glanced sideways at Neville who only rolled his eyes and grinned in reply. Harry shrugged and went for another forkful of potato. “Playing,” he answered Ginny’s question innocently.

“Really?” she said, sounding every bit like her mother when the twins were trying to make excuses for their latest mess. “Well, I guess there’s really no other word you can use to describe giving head to your fork!” she whispered harshly.

Harry was thankful he hadn’t decided to take a bite or drink anything at that moment, because he surely would have choked from his sudden laughter.

“See? I told you Harry was flirting with me!” Seamus said, loud enough for several Hufflepuffs to hear. They quickly whipped around to home in on the conversation. Harry knew that by tomorrow it was going to be all over the school. Harry didn’t care anymore; he had finally learned to ignore the rumor mill.

“What was that, Shay?” Dean asked. “I don’t think the snakes heard you!”

Seamus took a deep breath, and increased his volume. “I said –”

“Shut it, Finnegan!” Harry warned, though with a grin.

Neville patted him on the back. “It’s okay, Harry. You know we’ll always love you, no matter who you shag.”

“Neville!” Harry exclaimed as he stared at his now-best friend. Such a comment was so unlike the other boy that Harry was at a complete loss for a comeback.

“Harry, might I suggest page 20 of that catalogue?” Dean said. “That is, if you want to … you know … continue giving oral pleasure to eating utensils.”

As nearly everyone in the immediate vicinity laughed, Harry knew he was never going to live this down. Oh, he was so going to get Draco and Blaise back for this. Even as embarrassed as he was, he wasn’t going to back down from their game. After all, he was pretty sure that was what they wanted. Far be it from Harry to ever let Draco beat him at anything, even if they were becoming friends.

So, with that spirit, he became very interested in a dill pickle spear.

And more than half of the male student body became interested in him. After all, who could possibly blame a guy for going bi for Harry-fucking-Potter?

Dean, however, had the opposite reaction. With a wince he said, “Really, Harry. Sometimes you worry me.”

“Yeah, even I have to admit this is unusual, even for you,” Ginny added.

“I’m tired of living up to the status quo. People can have all the expectations of me as they want. I’m done with it. From now on, I will only do what amuses me … well, that and whatever I have to do to beat the ever-loving hell out of Voldemort.”

Dean sighed with apparent relief. “There we go. The Harry we know and love and pin all our hopes on is still in there.”

“It’s just now wrapped up in teenage hormones,” Seamus snickered.

“Fantastic,” Ginny snarked.

Harry stuck his tongue out at her (which elicited a few squeaks from girls nearby), and went back to consuming the near-forgotten pickle. He again looked to Draco and Blaise, letting them know that yes, the game was still on. So, it continued, back and forth, between the Slytherin Royalty and the Boy-Who-Lived. Those paying attention thoroughly enjoyed the show, and Ginny’s eyes glazed over a few times. Finally, the main course was cleared away and dessert appeared. It was then that Draco and Blaise decided to pull their ace out of the hole.

And again with the naughty-sounding phrases! Harry thought.

The two Slytherins stood from the table and moved toward the other side of the Hall. Though their movements weren’t exactly what one would call feminine, they both exuded sex as if it were some sort of aftershave. Those unfortunate enough – or fortunate, depending on who you asked – to be caught in their wake were left woozy, dazed, and more than a little turned on. Even the males. Perhaps even especially the males. Harry was beginning to think the two had created a love potion, and actually were wearing it as an aftershave. He became very nervous as it became clear just whom they were stalking toward.

Harry took another deep breath. Play along, he thought. Don’t let them see how affected you are. And just why am I so affected? Later! Here they come!

They rounded the end of the Gryffindor table and moved to Harry’s seat. They each stood on one side of him, placed a hand on the table, and leaned low over him.

“Hullo, Harry,” Blaise purred.

“Good evening, Blaise. What can I do for you gentlemen?” He struggled to keep his voice steady, and was quite proud that he had managed it.

“Oh, it’s not what you can do for us, Harry,” Draco answered. “It’s what we can do for you.”

“After all,” Blaise continued, “you’ve already done so much for us.” His voice was breathy, and Harry could feel every word as it brushed past his cheek.

“That’s right,” Draco agreed. “And now, we owe you.”

A slight movement, and each was holding a small bag. They dropped them on his as of yet unfilled dessert plate. They made a loud clatter and their contents were made clear from the heavy sound.

“Twenty-two galleons each,” Draco said, “as agreed upon.”

“Thank you,” Harry said earnestly, “but that really wasn’t really necessary. I was more than happy to do it for you.” The sharp intakes of breath from around him told him that his comment came across exactly as he meant it.

“Oh, no, Harry,” Blaise retorted. “We keep our promises. After what you did for us, you deserve to be repaid.”

“Again, thank you, but … I kind of had something else in mind.” And he had; from what he understood, he would need some bonding time as well.

“Oh, don’t you worry, pet,” Draco said, leaning closer. Everyone in the immediate area leaned in as well, straining to hear Draco’s murmur. “Your turn starts tomorrow.”

“Ah, well, in that case then, we shall consider this debt paid in full.”

“Good. Now, if you’ll excuse us, we better head back, before Snape explodes,” Draco said.

“Yes,” Blaise concurred, “I’d rather not see Snape explode. Now, you, on the other hand …” he let the thought drop off as he caressed Harry’s jaw line with a finger.

That was almost too much for Harry, as a shiver wracked his body. “What?” he asked, trying to regain his steady tone. “Once wasn’t enough for you?” Harry could hardly believe he had actually voiced the question.

“Oh, Harry,” Draco responded, his voice almost orgasmic, “it is never, never enough.”

Harry refused to let the whimper escape. Although his arousal had started to grow the moment the other two had stood from their table, it was a slow burn. But after Draco’s last remark, especially since it sounded as if he had climaxed right then and there, Harry suddenly found his trousers exceptionally tight. He had never been so turned on in his life. Yes, he had been aroused before, in private moments in his room, but never like this. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he breathed.

“You better,” Blaise nearly moaned.

Harry had a very good idea what he was going to be doing once he got his dormitory.

“G’night, Harry,” Draco and Blaise chorused in singsong tones as they stood and returned to their table.

That’s it, Harry thought as he tracked their every movement. They are both so very, very dead.

He took a few breaths to steady himself. It was then he realized that the entire Hall had gone deathly still. All of Gryffindor was staring at him. As he looked at Seamus and Dean, it was clear that they had put two and two together and were now aware of just who he had been “playing” with during dinner. They were not pleased. He was about to explain that it was just a game, something to just throw everyone of kilter, but was interrupted by a particular red-head.

“What the hell were they paying you for?” Ron asked. Though he wasn’t sitting next to Harry as he usually would, he was not so far away that he couldn’t hear the entire exchange.

What business is it of yours?! he thought. Before those words could form in his mouth though, he again took a moment to calm himself. He knew others were listening, and realized the game wasn’t quite over with. They’d hit the ball into his court, and now he had to return the serve. If he lost it now, Draco and Blaise would win, and he really didn’t want to deal with them gloating over it.

So, he adopted a nonchalant air and simply said, “They paid me for services rendered.” Yes, that was perfectly vague enough that multiple conclusions could be drawn from it.

As expected, Ron turned bright red, a sure sign that he was about to blow his top. Harry couldn’t understand why he was getting so upset. “What kinds of services?” Ron demanded.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Why, the kind that warrant payment, obviously.” He then took a few treacle tarts from a nearby platter and bit violently into one of them, signifying that the conversation was over, thank you very much.

He was so focused at tuning the rest of the Hall out that he did not notice that two Heads of House were glaring at Draco, and one Headmaster was glaring at him. No, Harry was too busy plotting payback.

*********************************************************************************************

*********************************************************************************************

AUTHOR’S NOTES

And there we have it. Two chapters for the price of one. I do hope to have more up soon, and I will TRY to avoid such a long lapse. Much love to you all!
- 29
- 30
- 31
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Draco Malfoy & the House of Seraphim