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A Winter's Reprieve	By : enchanted_nightingale Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 12790 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Author:enchanted nightingale

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Disclaimer: The characters from Harry Potter books do not belong to me. I merely use them in my plot for fun.

Chapter 4 - A Hogsmeade day out

Harry measured Ciel's height and found that the wolf had grown again. He was no longer small and awkward like when he was a cub. Ciel's appetite had grown bigger as well and the duo would often sneak down to the kitchens after hours for snacks. Sometimes Neville tagged along as well. The shy Gryffindor was great company and he made Harry wonder how he had never noticed that about Neville before. The two found themselves becoming fast friends. The Longbottom heir was unlike Hermione and Ron. He did not judge or second guess Harry. He also did not pester him for information.

"If you want to tell me something you will," Neville had told him.

It was during one of those talks that Neville told Harry about his parents being tortured to insanity by the Lestrange's and Harry merely nodded. He knew the reason why as the Headmaster had already told him but now Harry felt better that Neville trusted him enough to open up.

The once shy boy also became Harry's partner in crime as the two Gryffindor's would often sneak off under Umbridge's nose. Most portraits would turn a blind eye too. Sometimes the duo came across Slytherin's, Malfoy and Zabini in particular were often wandering the halls after curfew. The four boys ended up having a truce for the nights they met which was nullified come sunrise but even then Harry did not receive much trouble from the snakes that year.

Harry pulled out of his thoughts and glanced around the common room.

The twins were as usual there to mock Ron and offer Harry friendly words or light, teasing insults, a normal thing for them. And then there was Ginny. The young witch either avoided Harry like he had the Dragon Pox or studied him for hours on end. It made Harry feel oddly bothered. The rest of the school population had also picked up on the fact that Harry and his friends were not friends anymore and the ministry bitch seemed happy with that information.

Still Harry ignored the whispers and the glares. In DADA he kept his mouth shut and complied with whatever Umbridge said; he had learned to tune her out almost immediately.

That was how September and the better part of October passed for Harry.

Ciel bumped into the green eyed wizard's hand, gaining his attention.

"Hungry again?" Harry chuckled.

The wolf let out a small whine.

"Come on then," the wizard muttered.

They carefully went down to the kitchens. The house elves were eager to serve them. Dobby in particular bounced around the kitchen preparing Ciel's steak.

Harry shook his head. "Dobby, whatever you make, I'm sure will be lovely," the teen assured the house elf just to make him calm down a bit. The wizard took a slice of the meat and handfed the wolf as if he were a puppy.

"Your wolf is very good, Harry Potter," Dobby cooed over the animal.

"He is," the wizard agreed as he caressed the soft fur. Ciel was wonderful at supporting him now that the majority of the school thought him crazy and dangerous. It was the best gift he had been given and it made the teen treasure the giver all the more.

The only thought that could cheer Harry up was that Hogsmeade weekend was tomorrow and he would get to see Rabastan.

"Say, dobby, can I ask you a favour?"

"Harry Potter sir can ask Dobby anything!" the house elf all but bounced with pride.

"How do you feel about babysitting Ciel for a couple of hours?"

Gryffindor Dorms, Saturday…

Neville kept shooting worried looks at Harry. The other Gryffindor looked impossibly giddy over this Hogsmeade weekend. He had told Neville and Luna that he had a date. The Longbottom heir was concerned about the amount of affection the green eyed wizard held for that mystery man. If one guy had the power to make Harry so happy it also meant that he could also make Harry miserable and Neville hated that someone had so much power over his new friend. Because apparently that was the direction things were going. The shy wizard was glad to finally have a friend. And he was certain that was the case as Harry did not seem to compare him to Ron or Hermione or anyone else.

"Neville?" Harry called out. He had finished dressing. He wore black jeans with a nice green shirt and a black jacket over it. His hair was relatively tamed and a scarf was on his hands.

"Wow, you do clean up," Neville teased.

Harry blushed. "Yes, well, you try saying 'no' to a Veela."

"I'll leave you trying to complete impossible feats," Neville. "I'm meeting Luna in the entrance to the village. We need to stock up on candy. Want to grab a Butterbeer together?"

The green eyed wizard bit his lip. "Well, how about a late lunch?"

Neville nodded. "Okay. Be careful. And if you're late…"

"I won't be. Lunch with you and Luna at the 'Three Broomsticks'," Harry promised. "Okay, wish me luck!"

"Have fun!" Neville told him.

Harry beamed and rushed out the door.

Rabastan felt like he was itching. The crowd of Hogwarts students was thick already and the teenaged wizards and witches were everywhere. The escaped convict felt like a million eyes were on him. He had dressed like he usually did with a traditional robe and a specialized 'notice-me-not' spell on his face that was keyed to certain people, including Harry. This way an entire battalion of British Aurors could not ruin the date and Harry would actually spot him in the crowd.

A pair of giggling girls (Ravenclaw's if the colours on their scarves were an indication) immediately started whispering among themselves. The majority of the students actually paused in their actions and gave at least a brief glance as a slender, raven haired, green eyed wizard walked past them and heading straight to him.

Rabastan barely had time to brace himself as the teen crashed into him, hugging him tightly and ignoring the furious whispers of his peers and the curious eyes.

The dark wizard ignored the brats as well and opted for kissing his little lover with all he had. He plundered those cold lips and the sweet mouth expertly until he had Harry moaning in his mouth. Then he broke the kiss and tilted his head back, enjoying the thoroughly ravished look Harry sported.

"Merlin, I missed you," Harry told him, gripping him tighter.

Rabastan smiled at him. "I missed you too. But we can talk later. Let's leave this place, being ogled kills my libido."

The green eyed teen chuckled. "Where should we go?"

"Can I Apparate us?" Rabastan asked.

"Oh, now I'm curious," Harry commented. "But I have to warn you. I need to be back by lunch."

"Do you really?"

"I made a promise," Harry replied.

"To whom?" Rabastan was curious.

"A friend of mine. You wouldn't know him. Neville and I became friends recently. He's a great guy, shy, but great."

The younger Lestrange swallowed the sour feeling that threatened him. He only knew one 'Neville' and he was certain that it was the same one Harry was talking about.

"Rabastan?" Harry asked. "You look a bit pale."

The man shook his head. "Never mind. Today is yours. Come on."

Harry felt the oppressive feeling of Apparation next and then he found himself standing in the middle of Diagon Alley's Apparation spot.

"Isn't this… nice," Harry snickered.

"Don't be like that. We're going to the Muggle world."

The teen blinked. "We are?"

Rabastan just led him to the portal and out the busy Leaky Cauldron and into the crowded street. Truth be told, Rabastan had hated Muggle's with a passion even before the Dark Lord accepted him in his ranks. It was yet another thing Azkaban had changed in him. His time in Muggle Paris cemented his change of mind. He saw what Muggle's were capable of and he held no misconceptions about them being naïve sheep, like purebloods usually thought them as. The Muggle world offered so many opportunities and to a fugitive from the magical world, the mundane world was a brilliant escape. Certainly no Auror would think, much less imagine, a hardcore Death Eater mingling with Muggle's.

"I know just the place," Rabastan told Harry.

"A proper date?" the teen teased.

The older wizard flushed a bit. It was true that whenever they thought to have an actual date in Paris they tended to skip the actual date and go straight to bed. It had been a source of many teasing comments from both Apolline and her eldest daughter.

"Yes. A walk, a short stop for coffee or whatever, another walk and then lunch," Rabastan outlined the plan he had made.

"Sounds nice," Harry mused. "A proper date."

"We are pathetic," Rabastan sighed.

Harry chuckled. "We are. But it's so much fun! Now come on mister guide, entertain me."

Rabastan allowed himself to be dragged through the crowd and for the rest of the day a small smile was fixed on his face.

Fleur felt odd being back at the Three Broomsticks. She had not liked the place the first time around and this time she was willing to tolerate this for Harry. The green eyed wizard that had caught the heart of every single member of her family was now practically a Delacour too in their hearts. She ignored the drooling boys and the glares their girlfriends were sending her, focusing only on her wine. There were two pairs of eyes though, that were focused on the blonde witch for another reason. Fleur had read Harry's letter and knew about the fall out with the bushy haired friend and the red headed boy.

The witch had drunk half of it by the time Harry arrived. The door to the pub opened and for a while the noise stopped, the green eyed wizard had that effect whenever he entered a place. Harry spotted her immediately and walked over. His whole presence radiated happiness and a smile was stuck on his face. Last time she saw that he had admitted to sleeping with Rabastan.

"Fleur!" Harry hugged the half Veela and gave her a sweet kiss on the cheek before the blonde woman squeezed back and kissed both his cheeks.

"Harry," she was smiling too now.

The teen sat next to her, drawing his wand and casting a small charm around them to muffle their conversation.

"What was that charm?" Fleur asked.

"A spell. It's called 'Muffliato'. One of the Slytherin's taught me," Harry dutifully answered. "But never mind spells, how are you? You really got in Gringotts? Because that's amazing!"

Fleur laughed. "I know," she replied.

"And your accent has gotten lots better," the teen commented.

"Merci,(Thank you)" Fleur blushed a bit at the praise. "So, did you have sex today?"

"What? Fleur! How can you ask that?"

"You 'ave a silly smile on your face," the witch told him.

Harry grinned. "I have?"

Fleur poked one of his cheeks, making Harry laugh.

"Okay, no sex today. Just roaming hands. I did go out on a date though."

The witch fought down a girlish squeal and asked the question. "Who with?"

"Rabastan," Harry told her. "He has written me a couple of times."

"It's no longer summer," Fleur commented.

Harry blinked. "What an odd comment."

The half Veela rolled her eyes. "Your summer romance, my little Harry, might just turn into a relationship."

The teen's eyes went wide. "I had not thought of that!"

Fleur laughed. "I want to hear all about your date.

"And I want to hear everything about your brother. Apolline is really having a boy? And what was that comment your father made? Did Apolline hex the doctor and would not stop until Armand threatened to apply a chastity spell on himself?"

Fleur's laughter was contagious. "Gabrielle wrote?"

"Too true."

"You go first," the witch ordered.

Neville was seated at Gryffindor table with Luna next to him. The Ravenclaw had just entered the room and dropped down next to him with in an enthusiastic 'Hi!'

This drew looks from the other lions but Neville ignored them like they had ignored him for so long.

"Seen Harry yet?" Luna asked.

"No. But Hermione and Ron were in the Tower about an hour ago and they said that Harry was at 'The Three Broomsticks' with Fleur Delacour."

"Ronald must not have been happy," the Ravenclaw commented.

The Longbottom heir chuckled. "He fell for her natural lure, again. Hermione was biting his head off."

"They're still not talking to Harry?"

"Ron practically flees the dorm to change in the bathroom nowadays and Hermione just frowns at Harry. I think our friend has stopped paying any attention to them."

Luna hummed. "Harry's here now."

The last Potter claimed a seat on the other side to Luna as soon as he spotted the odd pair of friends at Gryffindor table. "Hello boys and girls."

"It's just us two here," Luna blinked. "If you exclude the Wrackspurts."

"Can't forget those," Harry nodded. "Oh! Meat pie!" He grabbed a piece.

"So, are you okay?" Neville asked.

Harry smiled at the shy boy that he now thought as a friend. "Never better. Remember Fleur? And that little girl she had to save during the Second Task last year?"

Neville and Luna nodded.

"That's Gabrielle, Fleur's little sister. She's about to become the middle child now as Apolline, their mother, is pregnant again. And this time, it's a boy."

"That's great news!" Neville told him.

"I know!" Harry grinned.

"I hope your date went well too," Luna commented.

Both boys turned to stare.

"One day Luna, you have got to tell me how you do that," Harry told his blonde friend.

Luna just gave him an enigmatic smile and patted his head.

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