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Family Means More Than Blood	By : WingsofaDream Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 59825 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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21st February 1995: Morning

The month of January had passed at a ridiculously fast pace and February had been much the same. And now, there were a mere three days until the Second Task and Harry had not even begun to figure out what he was supposed to do with the stupid golden egg in order to find out his clue for the next task. He had thought on the matter with Hermione, with Draco, with the twins, with Lucius, with Sephiran; he had even gone so far as to try and work the answer out of Severus. None of it had worked though and he was getting just a little stressed about the whole thing.

Thoughts and theories of the egg occupied his thoughts the majority of the time, distracting him from his school work and to an extent and making nights restless and frustrating. He spent hours at a time trying to think of anything that he may have over-looked, anything that may be the spark that would lead to the answers to all his questions. Nothing ever came though and he was starting to lose hope of ever figuring the egg out in time.

At that precise moment, Harry was on his way from Divination to Potions, being kept company by Hermione who was on her way from Care of Magical Creatures to DADA. Still, the up-coming Second Task was the main thing on their minds.

"You are trying to figure out the clue, aren't you, Harry?"

"No, actually I thought I'd just turn up on the day and wing it." Harry answered cheerfully. Hermione stared at him in disbelief and he rolled his eyes at her. "I'm kidding, Hermione, of course I'm trying to figure it out. I suppose Viktor's got it all worked out."

"For your information we don't talk about that sort of thing." The younger girl said with a glare before she turned and frowned to herself lightly. "Actually, we don't really talk at all, he usually just sits and watches me study. It can get rather annoying actually."

"And how's Ron with it now?" Harry asked carefully, fully aware of the youngest male Weasley's reaction to his friend spending time with the Durmstrang student.

"I don't know really, he hasn't said anything more. I think that's for the best though. I don't know why he was so against it unless he was just annoyed that someone asked me and he was forced to settle."

"Well, I think you're half right there; he was definitely annoyed that someone asked you."

Hermione gave him a suspicious look out of the corner of her eye. "What, exactly, are you implying?"

Harry gave a small chuckle as he slung his arm over the younger girl's shoulders. "One day Hermione, when you're a wise and sophisticated Sixth Year, you'll figure it out."

"Talking about yourself there, are you?" Hermione laughed, bringing her own arm up to wrap around Harry's waist.

"Aww, you think I'm wise and sophisticated?" The older boy asked, knowingly twisting her words, as he pulled her a little closer in a very loose hug. However, it caught Hermione by surprise and she stumbled a little, giggling as she tried to maintain her balance.

From there, the two Gryffindors proceeded to laugh together, only stopping when the sound of someone clearing their throat came from behind them. They stopped walking and calmed their laughter before turning around to see Krum standing a couple of feet behind, looking anything but happy. Both of them immediately picked up on his slightly sour mood and so separated so that Hermione could head over to him.

"I'll see you later, Harry." She assured with a quick smile before hurrying over to the young man.

Harry took a moment to watch the two of them interact. They said a few words to each other before Krum coaxed Hermione into turning so they could head back in the way she and Harry had just come. As the younger girl turned, the Durmstrang student looked over his shoulder to Harry and gave him a chilling look which completely confused him. He did not acknowledge the look in any way though, simply turning and continuing on in the direction he had been going in before. However, the look he had been given remained clear in his mind.

Had he done something to offend the young man? Or was it simply a competitive thing, what with them both being champions of the Triwizard Tournament? But no, that made little sense because he and Krum had been in each others company before and had never had any troubles. Perhaps the Durmstrang student was just having a bad day.

"Harry!" A familiar voice called behind him and Harry gave a small cringe before glancing over his shoulder to see Cedric hurrying over to him.

He bit back a groan and stopped walking again, waiting for the Hufflepuff to catch him up. He had been trying his best to avoid his fellow Triwizard champion because, honestly, it made his life easier if he did. Moments when he was alone, without Draco, were becoming increasingly rare and since the Luna Veela seemed so convinced that Diggory wanted more than just friendship with him, the Gryffindor had taken to just keeping out of the older boy's path. It did not appear he was going to avoid this meeting though so he simply sighed and awaited the on-coming conversation.

When Cedric reached Harry, it was obvious that he was rather out of breath which made the Gryffindor wonder if he had been running recently. He said nothing though and waited for his fellow Triwizard champion to get his breathing under control. When Diggory had stopped panting quite so badly, he managed to get out a greeting: "Hey."

"Hi." Harry returned politely, glancing around discreetly to make sure that Draco wasn't going to suddenly pop up from nowhere.

"It's, uh, been a while since we last spoke. How...How are you?"

"Oh, just brilliant." The younger boy answered sarcastically as he brought a hand up to his face, squeezing his eyes shut and pinching the bridge of his nose, just below his glasses. "Look, Cedric, I'd love to stay and chat for a little while but I need to get to Potions and if I'm late my father..."

"I know, I won't keep you long," Cedric insisted, stepping closer as though to be in a better position to stop Harry should the younger teenager go to move away. "It's just that...I realised I never really thanked you properly for tipping me off about the dragons."

"Oh, it doesn't matter, I'm sure you would've done the same for me." Harry replied with a hurried smile, turning to walk away.

"Exactly." The Hufflepuff said, quickly reached forward and gripping Harry's arm lightly to stop him going any further. Harry looked at him when he did not speak again and held back a frown at the way Diggory was looking around himself, as though nervous someone was going to overhear. "You know the prefects' bathroom on the fifth floor?" The older boy said finally in a low voice, leaning closer so he could be heard. Harry simply nodded at that, completely confused as to where this was going. "It's not a bad place for a bath." ...Okay... "Just take your egg and relax, the hot water will help you figure things out."

"But I'm not a prefect."

"Yes, I know, but it's important that you take a bath with your egg, Harry; very important." Cedric said pointedly before he slowly released Harry's arm. Their gazes stayed together for a few moments longer before Cedric turned and walked away, back the way he originally came.

Harry watched him go, completely confused as to what had just happened. He would take the Hufflepuff's advice though. Draco would be able to get him into the prefects' bathroom easily and he was almost certain that the blond would jump at the chance of them having a bath together.

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21st February 1995: Night

"Woah, look at the size of that bath tub!" Harry gasped as he moved further into the prefects bathroom, followed by Draco who was carrying their towels and the golden egg. "I can't believe I missed out on having regular baths in here because of bloody Peter Pettigrew."

"Yes, well, just remember that I'll always be happy to sneak you in here." Draco told him as he moved past the other boy and went to settle their things by the edge of the bath.

"If Cedric had wanted to come here with me, he would've offered." Harry sighed, knowing what the Luna Veela was getting at. "And if he had offered, I would have refused because you are the only person I would ever want to take a bath with."

"That's not gonna stop him from imagining stuff."

"This is not "1984" Draco, and you are not the Thought Police." The Gryffindor said with a light grin but the Slytherin only looked at him with complete confusion.

"I didn't say anything about it being 1984."

Harry chuckle quietly at that and shook his head. "Forget I said anything; it's just a Muggle thing that Fred and George were telling me about the other day."

"No wonder it doesn't make any sense then." Draco grunted as he took off his tie and began to unbutton his school shirt. "The day a Muggle makes sense about anything is the day that Potter stops being a prat." He paused then, feeling the sensation of eyes staring at him from behind. Turning, his eyes met with Harry's for a brief second before the Gryffindor looked away quickly. With a soft smirk, Draco continued to work on his shirt with one hand while he continued to watch his mate. "Aren't you going to start getting undressed?"

"Could you, uh, turn around?" Harry asked shyly, trying to look anywhere but the area where Draco was currently stripping.

"Why?"

"Because..."

"You're not embarrassed, are you?" Draco guessed with a grin, completely amused by that apparently.

"As a matter of fact I am!" Harry snapped, lifting his eyes to glare at his best friend. He instantly regretted it though as the Veela had his shirt hanging open, exposing the expanse of creamy, pale flesh of his chest and stomach. The dark haired boy looked away again almost instantly, blushing furiously.

"All the things we've done and you're embarrassed about being naked in front of me." The blond said with a shake of his head.

"If you'd remember correctly, everytime we've done something we've both been fully clothed."

"So?" Draco shrugged easily. However, his nonchalant attitude faded when he realised that this was not going to be dealt with swiftly. "Harry, why are you do reluctant to be naked in front of me?"

Harry glanced up in his direction quickly before looking away again and taking a deep breath before speaking. "Do you remember when we got the chicken pox when were three?"

"Well, I don't remember it but Father's told me about it, yeah. I got hardly any spots but was sick as a dog whereas you were covered in spots but otherwise remained fine. Why?"

"I've...I've still got the scars from it in some places."

"Really? Where abouts?"

"Mostly on my shoulders and chest where I was able to scratch easily, but there are a couple on my back and legs as well. They're not the most attractive things ever..."

"And you think I'll find you totally grotesque because of them." Draco concluded with a shake of his head before moving forward so that he was standing right in front of his mate. "Harry," he said gently, bringing a hand to the smaller boy's chin to make him look up at him. "You could be covered in dragon pox scars for all I care, you'd still be the most beautiful creation I will ever set eyes on." Harry looked at him sceptically and the blonde sighed. "However, if you're really that hung up on it, I will look away until you're in the bath."

"Thanks." Harry murmured, pecking a kiss onto his Veela's cheek.

Draco merely grunted before turning around.

A few minutes passed in relative silence, the only sound coming from the ruffling of Harry's clothes as he removed them. Then, when the Gryffindor had obviously finished undressing, light footsteps padded on the tiled floor seconds before there was a splash from the bath. Draco turned to look and saw Harry bob back up to the surface, his hair out of its usual braid and splayed out around him. The water lapped at the middle of his neck though it was unclear whether that was because the boy was slightly stooped or whether the water was really that high.

"Alright?" Draco checked from where he stood.

His mate nodded.

"Good." He said with a nod of his own before he went back to work on undressing himself.

The blond finished taking off his shirt before moving onto his trousers, unbuckling his belt before working on the button and the zip. It was while he was lowering them that he first became aware of the eyes staring at him. Turning to look at the bath, Draco saw that Harry had sunk down a little further so that the surface of the water just reached his nose and that he was staring at him, clearly embarrassed but also obviously enthralled with the sight. The Veela gave him a wink as the trousers fell and that only seemed to make the Gryffindor more flustered as his eyes widened at the sight.

"Can you even see me properly?" Draco queried, referring to the fact the other teenager was not wearing his glasses, as he pulled down his boxer shorts, kicking them off to the side, leaving himself completely naked.

"I can see well enough."

Draco only smirked at that as he began to stroll over to the bath, grabbing his wand and a couple of towels on the way. When he reached the edge and went to get in, Harry moved closer to him and spoke:

"Draco? Do you think I...Could I try something? On you?"

"Try something? What sort of something?"

"Something, err...You know, something...Something..."

"Considering how red your face has turned I'm going to guess it's something sexual." Draco grinned and that was confirmed when Harry sank back down in the water again, ripples spreading out across the surface from the water. "In that case, feel free to try away, I have nothing against it."

"Really?" Harry asked, his eyes widening in surprise or perhaps apprehension. "Um, okay. Could you, uh, could you sit on the edge then?"

"Here?" Draco checked as he lowered himself down, sitting on the edge of the bath so his legs dangled in the water but the majority of his body was out of it.

"Yeah." The youth in the bath confirmed as he moved a little closer, pausing when he reached the Veela's legs. "You'll..." He paused to swallow. "You'll need to spread your legs a bit for me."

And then it suddenly dawned on Draco what Harry was intending to do. "Are you sure, Harry?" He checked gently, looking down at his mate still mostly submerged in the water. "I mean, I haven't even done it to you yet. Are you sure you don't want to experience it first and then have a go at it?"

Harry shook his head, rising up a little, his wet hair falling across his shoulders and chest, hiding the small scars he was obviously so paranoid about. "You're always doing this sort of thing for me and for once, I want to be the one...Pleasuring you. It won't be that much of a hardship, will it?"

"Just as long as you're sure you want this." The Luna Veela answered even as he moved his legs apart to grant his mate access.

Harry did not answer that in words, instead just nodding mutely, his voice caught somewhere in his voice at the actual sight of Draco's manhood. It was not much different from his own which was reassuring, maybe a little thicker and a bit shorter but it was nothing extreme. The blond was already half erect which was rather flattering and gave Harry a small burst of confidence. So, acting before he could back out, he leaned forward, lowered his head and slowly, tentatively, ran his tongue along the length of the flesh.

Draco released a light sigh as he leaned back on his hands, his eyes firmly fixed to the top of the head of back hair. Small, brief licks were being run along his entire length and he allowed himself to relax completely. It was not the best he had ever had, that was impossible considering the Gryffindor had never done it before, but the fact that it was Harry doing it made up for it completely. For so long the Luna Veela had dreamed of Harry doing this with him and now that it was actually happening, he just hoped actually seeing it did not tip him over the edge before he got to enjoy it fully. And the dark haired boy flicking his tongue over the tip before pulling the it into his mouth and sucking on it lightly did not help convince the blond otherwise.

"Merlin Harry..." Draco gasped, running his fingers through the black hair. In reply, Harry looked up him through his lashes so that their gazes met. The Veela shuddered in pleasure then, his eyes closing for a moment before he seemed to make the conscious effort to open them again so he could keep looking down at his mate. "You don't know how beautiful you look right now, love." He moaned, his hips moving up just a tiny bit. "Looking up at me like that, your lips stretched around my cock..."

Harry felt a thrill run through him upon hearing that and he tried to ignore the desperate pleas for attention his own body was making in favour of concentrating on Draco. The Luna Veela was always doing this sort of thing for him and for once he was going to return the favour without thinking of himself. To stop his hands from wandering, he brought them forward to fondle where he could not reach with his mouth. He increased his sucking and stroked the shaft with his right hand, loving the sounds he was encouraging from the blond. The hand in his hair clenched rhythmically and there was a very definite tension in Draco's hips and thighs making it clear that he was stopping himself from moving too much, nothing more than the occasional flinch before the Veela got himself under control again.

Finally, just when Harry was starting to feel to he was not getting enough air, Draco lost control and thrust up into his mouth. It was rather surprising but the Gryffindor did well not to choke, instead drawing back a little so that the head did not hit the back of his throat as the thrusting continued. The Luna Veela's breathing was coming out in short, sharp pants, his hips never ceasing their movement. Then, a sort of strangled noise which escaped Draco's throat was the only warning Harry got before his mouth was flooded with the Veela's seed.

Although it was not exactly a great taste, Harry had had much worse in the past; it was better than any number of potions he had been force fed over the years, and bananas as well. However, what the teenager was unprepared for was the amount there was and he had soon had too much to swallow comfortably and therefore choked a little when it started to head down the wrong section of his throat. He pulled away quickly and turned away, a hand coming up to cover his mouth as he coughed fitfully, trying to clear his air-passage of the obstruction.

"Are...Are you...All right?" Draco panted from beside Harry and he felt the water ripple from the blond sliding into the water and making his way over to him.

When a hand came to rest on his shoulder, he raised a hand to wave off the concern since he was still struggling to stop his coughing. Eventually, once the need to cough had passed, he managed to finally reply with words. "Just went down the wrong hole." Harry gave another small cough before a sheepish smile. "Sorry about that."

Draco shook his head and gave him a smile. "I should apologise for not warning you, it was your first time after all."

"Um, how...How was I?"

The blond smirked lightly and pulled the slighter form flush against him then. "Wonderful." He breathed in Harry's ear, making him shiver at the sensation. "In fact, I think I should reward you." Draco murmured as he brought a hand to wrap around the Gryffindor's erection.

"And I think we should do what we came here to do." Harry told the Luna Veela as we pulled away, pushing himself backwards so he got come space in between them.

"But we've got all night to do that." The Veela countered as he glided forward, fixing a predatory gaze on the other boy.

"Yes, and we also have all night to be together so let's get the egg out of the way first, hmm?" The Gryffindor said with a small smile as he dodged around the Slytherin to get over to the side of the bath where the egg was resting, knowing full well he had only managed to get past because Draco had allowed him to. If the Veela really wanted them to be intimate right at that moment there would have been no way that Harry would have been able to pass him so easily.

"Fine." Draco sighed lightly before moving over to Harry, wrapping his arms around the shorter boy's waist from behind when he reached him. "So did Diggory happen to tell you exactly what use being in the bath was?"

"No." The Gryffindor murmured as he brought the egg right up close to his face so he could see it clearly without his glasses on. "Do you think I should try and open it again?"

"Well, that'll probably be more productive than just staring at it."

So, with that, Harry twisted the top, causing the golden shell to split open. The usual, ear-piercing noise screeched out causing both boys to wince and Harry to accidently drop the egg in the water. When the egg was submerged, the horrible noise ended and Harry and Draco opened their eyes and looked at each other in surprise. Then they moved their gazes onto the golden shape underneath the water and thought they could hear a very soft music coming from the sunken egg. Without even thinking about it really, Harry took in a deep breath and relaxed his legs so that he fell under the water, going after the egg.

As soon as Harry's head was underneath the surface of the water, he could easily hear the song that was being emitted by the cracked golden egg and allowed himself a few minutes to hear what the egg had to say to him. When he had heard its message once and nothing new came, he rose back up, leaving the egg in the water for the moment, breaking through the water and the bubbles, sucking in a huge breath and trying to wipe the water away from his eyes with his one free hand. Draco's arms were around him in an instant, holding him steady so that he did not accidently over-balance and fall back under.

"Well?" The blond enquired when Harry's breathing returned to normal.

"I don't suppose you know whether there are merpeople in the Lake, do you?"

"Oh, very good Harry." The voice of Moaning Myrtle came suddenly.

The two teenagers looked up to see the ghost was floating above the bath and Draco instantly made Harry sink down in the water so that the dead girl could not catch a peek of anything. Such did not go un-noticed by the girl and she giggled as she floated down to them.

"It took the other one ages to figure it out." She told them, floating inches above the water and coming right up close to Harry's face.

"Yes, well, thank you for the confirmation but if would go now." Draco bit out, glaring at the ghost angrily, not amused by the fact that she was present when his mate was naked.

"Why? Are you planning on putting on another delicious show?"

"Another what?" Harry squeaked, his cheeks turning bright red, knowing deep down what the girl was referring to.

Draco gave a frustrated growl and cupped a handful of water before turning it into a lump of ice. He threw it at her but Myrtle dove into the water with a cackle and then never came back up, Draco's lump of ice following on seconds behind her. "Bloody little pervert." The blond muttered as he slumped down in the water so that it reached his neck, glaring at the spot where the ghost had vanished.

"At least she's not alive."

"S'not the point."

Not wanting their bath together to end badly, Harry moved over to the blond and pressed himself against the slick, naked body, bringing his arms around Draco's neck and lifting his legs to wrap around the slim waist, the water meaning he weighed practically nothing. "At least she's gone now." He noted as he leaned in closer to nuzzle at the Veela's neck as hands came to cup his backside and support him. "There's no one around to watch."

"Is something to watch going to happen then?" Draco murmured playfully even as teasing fingertips began to probe at Harry's opening.

"What do you think?" Harry grinned before leaning forward and capturing the Veela's lips in a heated kiss.

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22nd February 1995: Midday

So, the problem was solved, Harry knew what was expected of him; one hour, searching for something under water. There were only two problems. Problem Number One: he had no idea what he was supposed to be looking for. Problem Number Two: there was no way he would be able to hold his breath under water for an hour. But then Draco, that wonderful, intelligent Slytherin, had suggested something which could easily be obtained considering who Harry's father was; gillyweed. Gillyweed would work perfectly. The only problem with that was Severus was not allowed to help him. So Harry needed a way to allow his father to know what was going on and at the same time get his silent permission to go into his personal stores and take what he needed.

And that led him to where he was now, stepping into the Potions classroom, intent on leaving with permission to take the gillyweed he needed. He knew how he was going to do it and he was pretty confident it was going to work, but just to make sure, he had his hair loose, just how Severus liked it.

Entering the classroom, Harry immediately spotted his father at his desk, appearing to be marking essays which was not going to make things any easier for Harry; the man was hardly ever in the best mood when marking essays. He needed to get permission as soon as possible though and so he would not turn away. Of course Severus would help him, even if he had to use a sob story and fake fear to act on the professor's emotions.

So, slowly, Harry made his way down the length of the classroom, towards the Potions Master. Even when he was standing right in front of the man, he got no greeting and so he opened up communication. "Father?" Harry asked slyly as he slowly walked up behind Severus.

"Hmm?" Came the distracted grunt.

"If I were to ask you if you had any gillyweed laying around, what would your answer be?" He asked innocently, stopping directly behind the Potions Master so there was barely a breath of air between them.

"Possibly."

"I see. And, if some were to, say, disappear, would you miss it?" Harry continued to query as he slid his arms around the man's waist in a loose hug.

"Not particularly." That sounded more like Severus was actually paying attention to what his son was saying and there was a hint of suspicion in there as well.

"Right. So, just out of pure curiosity, if I wanted to find your gillyweed, where would be the best place to look?"

"Haryon..." Ah, there, the professor had cottoned on to what the Gryffindor was getting at.

"I'm merely showing an interest, Father." Harry interrupted quickly, tightening his arms around the man slightly.

A long period of silence followed then and Harry began to fear that he was not going to be answered and therefore not given silent permission to take what he needed. However, finally, he heard a small sigh from above before Severus spoke: "In my personal stores, seventh shelf up, next to the Veritiserum."

"Fascinating." Harry grinned, mentally cheering for his success. "Father, have I told you how much I love you lately?" His grin could easily be heard in his voice and he gave his father an affectionate squeeze.

"Away with you, brat." Was the only reply he got but there was no malice in the tone, rather there was amusement and a very definite sense that the man was relieved he had finally been able to help his son in some small way.

Harry held Severus for a few more moments before pressing a kiss to the man's clothed shoulder blade as it was the only area he could reach in that position. "Yes Father." He agreed with a grin before letting go and practically running from the classroom, intent on retrieving the gillyweed as soon as possible.
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