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Under Moon and Sun	By : whitewitchdark Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2295 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 6
- 7
A/N1: Disclaimers, warning
etc� can be found at the start of the first chapter. I�m not going to start any more individual
chapters with one.

A/N2: Oops� I labelled the
last chapter as chapter 7. My bad, that
was chapter 6. This is chapter seven.

A/N3: I don�t know if anyone
is reading any of my other fics, but I currently have 1 Pirates of the Caribbean, 2 Harry
Potter and 2 Stephanie Plum
along with an original fiction on the go.
That�s a lot. It also means that
if I�m working on one, the others might not get updated as fast. The exception to this is Harry Potter and the Power of Three because I�m writing it on my
lunch break in work, so I have very definite time constraints. For anyone interested it�s on my Yahoo! Group
as well as Fanfiction.net. I do
apologise for this.

Chapter 7: Confrontations

Hermione was sitting beside Ginny
when Harry finally made it to breakfast the next morning. Lavender may have taken being �dumped� well,
but it hadn�t stopped Parvati railing into him about leading her friend
on. Of course, this to Harry�s mind was
a bit strange, since Parvati had had no problem with being invited to his bed
the week before and had left just as easily as Lavender had. Harry decided he just didn�t understand
girls.

He also couldn�t understand why
Hermione was being so quiet.

The snake around his arm woke up
enough to see if there was anything it wanted for breakfast on the table before
beginning to slither back up his arm, apparently deciding there wasn�t. Harry wasn�t awake enough to care. That was his only excuse for what happened
next. While Harry had been aware that
Hermione was at the table and Ron wasn�t, it hadn�t actually penetrated his
brain that Ron wasn�t there and more importantly that he didn�t know where Ron
was or exactly how much of the previous night Ron remembered, until he was
abruptly and without warning, grabbed and pulled around to face his once best
friend.

Ron didn�t wait before shoving
Harry back against the table and slamming his fist into the smaller boy�s
stomach. Instinctively Harry bent over,
only to meet a rising fist as Ron threw an uppercut at him. Harry�s movement ended and then reversed and
he fell sharply against the table, barely managing to avoid another punch to
his face.

Regaining his wits, he ducked to
one side and caught Ron�s arm as it flew towards him. With a quick jerk, he used Ron�s momentum to
send him face first into the table, before roughly pulling him away and
dragging him up to face him, �What the hell are you doing Ron?� he yelled, his
voice cracking as his bruised ribs throbbed.

�Your filth, you worthless��

Ron never got to finish as Harry
threw him against the table again. This
time, though, Ron was ready. He managed
to get one of his hands onto the table to catch himself and swung around
quickly, whipping his wand out as he grabbed the front of Harry�s robes and
brought the wand up.

What happened next was to fast to
be seen.

�Av��- flash of red-�ad��-Ron
reeled back-�aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh� the last syllable turning into a scream as his
eyes flashed to his arm, where a black, red and yellow snake had sunk it�s
fangs in. Ron shook his arm uselessly
trying to detach the snake. Harry paled,
�Oh fuck.� Quickly he hissed, �Let him
go, return to me!� in parseltongue and the snake quickly obeyed, releasing Ron
and then dropping to the floor to slither over to its master. Ron began to gasp for breath and fell to the
floor, looking up at his one time best friend as horrible realization dawned,
�It�s poisonous.� The words were mumbled through shook and fear.

Harry looked at him gravely and
then nodded, �It�s poisonous.�

Then the teachers were there and
Ron was being rushed to the Infirmary, with people muttering about cures and
snake venom. Harry dodged away during
the commotion and pelted full out towards the Gryffindor Boys Dormitories. Ron may be a jerk at times, but he was still
his best friend. He only hoped he had
some of the anti-venom left.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Harry didn�t know how long he had
sat at Ron�s bedside, waiting for the other boy to wake up. He knew that Dumbledore had convinced Pomfrey
to let him stay, although he didn�t know why.
He also knew that the whole school was buzzing with the story. Ron had attacked Harry, apparently without
provocation and Harry�s pet snake had bitten him, a pet snake that was now
proving to be poisonous. And it was a
poison that Hogwarts didn�t stock the anti-venom for because the snakes were so
rare. Harry looked down at his lap,
where the King Coral Snake was curled up in a pile, hissing contentedly to
itself. What is was saying made no
sense, nonsense syllables and half formed words, but Harry knew it was the way
snakes showed they were happy and he had no problem with it.

He turned his attention back to
Ron, only to be distracted a few moments later by the door opened. Harry looked up and watched Dumbledore come
in. The old wizard motioned Harry over
to him and sat down on one of the other beds in the infirmary; one that had a
clear view to Ron�s but was far enough away that quiet voices would not wake
the sleeping boy. �I think you know why
I�m here, Harry.�

Harry just looked at him.

Dumbledore sighed and motioned to
the snake on Harry�s lap, �May I ask where you got it?�

�My godmother.�

�Nemesis? No one has seen or heard from her in fifteen
years. I am honestly surprised she�s
still alive� given her professional�.�

Harry sneered, �Of course no one
has heard from her. You told her I was
dead. Sirius was in Azkaban and Remus
had disappeared.Why would she stay in a
world she didn�t like when there was no one to stay for?�

Suddenly Dumbledore looked a lot
older, �Harry, I had my reasons. You may
not agree with them, but at the time I did what I thought was best. I was scared that Nemesis would take you with
her and leave the wizarding world completely.
I couldn�t allow that. The
prophesy�� He stopped, realising he had
said too much. His only excuse was the
ripple of fear that ran through him at the idea of Harry�s godmother. She was an unknown, as uncontrollable and
unpredictable as the goddess she was named after.

Dumbledore had always wondered how
Lilly Evans could possibly have come into contact with the killing machine she
always swore was her best friend.
Vividly, Dumbledore could recall watching her mercilessly torture people
for information, using pleasure as much as pain until the victim would do
anything, say anything, betray anything just to get some measure of
relief. Sometimes even the victim wasn�t
sure whether they wanted her to continue or not. He had watched her hunt, a maniacal gleam in
her eye that spoke of silent death from the shadows. He had watched her kill, cold unstoppable,
more terrifying then a hundred Voldemorts.
Oh yes, keeping her away from Harry had been of the utmost
importance.

�Yes, the prophesy.� Harry agreed,
�Merlin forbid that your precious weapon didn�t do exactly what you wanted it
to.�

�Tell me about the Grey Force?�
Dumbledore said suddenly, changing the subject.

�What about it?� Harry asked,
shrugging, �It�s a slightly more advanced version of the DA, more directed at
attacking then defending. After all, a
good defence is often a strong offence.�
Harry shrugged again.

�The Dark Arts��

�Are something we must see in order
to be able to defend ourselves from them.
Wasn�t that your argument for showing us the Unforgivables?�

�Who is teaching them?�

�Some of the people who know
them. cidecided to limit membership
because neither I nor they wanted their names bandied around the school. They know they will get into trouble if
anyone finds out they were using the Dark Arts in school, but we feel it�s a
justifiable risk and they are willing.�

�Who exactly?�

Harry smiled, �I�m not giving you
there names.� He looked the headmaster
in the eye as he said it.

He didn�t hear the spell being
cast, but he did feel it. Legilimens.

And he brought his own defences to bear. Dumbledore drew his mind back with an addible
gasp as he felt himself surrounded by flame.

�You wanted me to learn Occlumency,
remember headmaster?�

It was shortly after that, that the
headmaster left. Harry went back to
Ron�s bedside. His mind however, turned
to other things then his friend�s plight.
After all, he had given him the anti-venom. Ron would recover; it was just a matter of
time. A smile tugged his lips as he
remembered Nemesis� advice for dealing with the headmaster- Never let him finish a sentence. Guess what he�s going to say and answer
before he finishes. He�d have to
thank her. It had worked.

From that his wandering mind turned
to what he did and didn�t know about her.
With a sad tweak of his lips he acknowledged that he didn�t know a great
deal. He knew she was a trained
assassin, trained in a secret school where you killed to survive. He knew she had been the only graduate of her
year. He knew the story of how she had
met his mother. He knew she was far more
deadly then he could imagine. He knew
she scared the bejeezus out of everyone who knew her and he knew that the only
reason Albus Dumbledore was still alive was because he had asked her not kill
him. Idly, he wondered if that counted
as a Wizard Debt, then he decided he really didn�t want Dumbledore indebted to
him. Merlin knew what the man would
try. Still, it was nice to know that the
spectre of Nemesis was still a usable threat against him and if Voldemort tried
to go after her� well prophesy or no prophesy, the world would have one less
dark lord to deal with if that happened.
He absently began to stroke the snake.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ron looked at his best friend and
tried vainly to find the words that would explain to Harry why Ron had felt obliged to attack him. Other then the obvious- Ron had found out
about Ginny, but would say from who and contrary to what he had told Draco,
Harry had no intention of telling Ron that he knew who at least one of the
people before him was. Instead he simply
repeated that Ginny had not been a virgin when he had slept with her. Ron also knew that Harry was keeping things
from him and now Harry knew that Hermione and Ron had been tricked into
agreeing to spy in him by Dumbledore.
Ron still thought they had done the right thing. Harry wasn�t sure how much of a betrayal it
was, since Hermione had kept her mouth shut about the Grey Force beyond
admitting that it existed and it�s name.
Neither was happy with the currant situation.

Ron sighed and leaned back, �Look
mate, I overreacted. I�m sorry. What more do you want from me?�

Harry hesitated, �I want you to
stop acting like an eleven year old.
There are so many things, Ron, so many that I haven�t told you, so many
that I want to, but can�t because I know you�ll explode or run to Dumbledore
and tell on me. I need my best friend
back, but my best friend isn�t eleven anymore.�

Ron looked shocked.

Harry continued, �I want you to be
a part of the Grey Force, but I can�t bring you into it because I know you
won�t be able to work with Draco. I want
tll yll you the truths I found out over the summer, but you�ll never forgive me,
let alone give me time to explain before you go running to Dumbledore or
McGonagall or given your mood lately, the
Prophet. I want you back, but you
have to meet me have way Ron, I�m tired of sneaking around. I want you to prove to me that your
friendship is worth what it�s costing me and what it�s going to cost the others
if you betray us again.�

Harry stood up to leave, �I used
the last of the anti-venom I have here to save you. If anyone else gets bitten before my
godmother can send me more, they�ll die.
Please don�t make me regret saving you.�
Then Harry walked out of the infirmary.

And headed towards the entrance to
the Chamber of Secrets and his weekly torture session. Why the hell had he agreed to this? It wasn�t that Draco wasn�t pretty, Merlin
the boy was beautiful. If it had been
anyone else, Harry would have been happy to fall into their arms on a weekly
basis. But it was Draco, the one person
he couldn�t risk it with.

Of all the things he had discovered
over the summer this was probably the most annoying, irritating, embarrassing
and ugly. He had always wondered if
Draco knew, but doubted it. Even if he
knew he probably wouldn�t admit it. No
it wasn�t enough that Harry�s mother wasn�t actually muggleborn, but rather the
first witch in a long line of squibs, he had to discover, thanks to his idiot
godmother, that she was the descendant of Helga Hufflepuff and Salazar
Slytherin. And then to add insult to
injury he manages to find out, courtesy of one of his mother�s letters to
Nemesis, that his father was a descendant of Godric Gryffindor and Rowena
Ravenclaw.

Of course, being a descendant of
all four founders wasn�t a bad thing; at least it hadn�t been until he had read
another letter. This one mentioned an
argument between Lucius Malfoy and someone called Andromeda Black. From what his mother had been able to
understand, Andromeda Black had been claiming that Lucius Malfoy was descended
from Helga Hufflepuff and Godric Gryffindor to which he had replied that he
knew he was descended from Salazar Slytherin, so she could take her theory and
shove it. Out of curiosity, Harry had
looked into it, wondering if he could find something to shut Draco Malfoy up
for good with. What he had found had
stunned him.

Andromeda Black had been partly
right. Helga Hufflepuff�s granddaughter
had married Samuel Slytherin, the great grandson of Salazar Slytherin. Their daughter had then proceeded to marry
Godric Gryffindor�s youngest grandchild, Gareth Gryffindor whose great
granddaughter had married Antonio Malfoy.
Lucius Malfoy was a descendant of three of the founders. A quick check of the records confirmed what
Harry could remember of the Black line from the tapestry at Grimmuld Place. Andromeda Black was a descendant of Rowena
Ravenclaw. And that was the problem. Morbid curiosity had made him check to see if
there were any prophesies about the founders and he had found one.

It had been three weeks later when
the niggling little voice at the back of his head had finally wormed its way
forward enough to yell in his ear exactly why
that piece of information was important.
Andromeda Black was Narcissa Black�s sister. Narcissa Black went on to be Narcissa Malfoy,
Draco�s mother. Both he and Draco were descendants of all four founders, which
meant that they could not, under any circumstances fall in love. The problem was that every time he felt
Draco�s hands on him or his lips, he found it very difficult to care and very
hard to stop himself falling. With each
kiss, his grip slipped a little mand and he came a little closer to falling for
Draco and that had to be avoided at all costs.
So he spent the entire of each make out session reminding himself why it
couldn�t be and torturing himself with the knowledge that it was already to
late to stop it. He could only hope that
Draco was Malfoy enough to not have emotions.

He paused for a moment outside the
toilet, quickly looked around to make sure he was alone and then ducked
inside. Draco was leaning against one of
the stalls. Myrtle was floating a few
feet away. She clapped her hands and
smiled at his appearance. �I was
beginning to think you weren�t going to come.�

�Merlin forbid.� Harry muttered at
the unintended double entendre. s'>

He moved over till he stood in
front of the other boy and sighed trying to ignore the tight, faded blue jeans
the other boy was wearing and trying desperately to not notice the play of
muscles under his tight white T-shirt.

Slowly, Harry shrugged off his robe
and then unbuttoned his shirt, letting it drop on to the robe and then sending
the snake down to make a nest in the warm material. He stood on front of Draco, topless, waiting
for the other to move; and move he did.
Before Harry had time to react to it, Draco�s hands were gliding up his
back and his lips had found the dark haired boy�s. Harry moaned and brought his arms up around
the slighter figure in his arms and wut cut conscious direction; they slid
underneath Draco�s T-shirt and began to push it up. Before long the boys were lying on the floor,
on Draco�s robe with Harry on the bottom and Draco lying sprawled above him,
teasing his nipples. Harry moaned. In his head the litany of �Remember the
Prophesy� was being broken in time with Draco�s sucking and then the other
boy�s hand glided over his cock and Harry�s brain shut down completely.

He grabbed Draco by the hair and
pulled him up so their lips met in an almost brutal kiss. Draco moaned, his hands sliding r tor to
touch Harry�s very obvious arousal. Then
all he could think about was the heated hands stroking his back, going lower
each time and the warm, wet tongue snaking into his mouth.

He didn�t remember opening Harry�s
trousers and he didn�t remember Harry opening his. They found out later from Myrtle that they
had opened each others, taking the next forbidden step. They remembered the heat and the
friction. They remembered Harry lying on
his back with one hand tangled in Draco�s white blonde hair, as the other boy
moved against him. They remembered the
hands, one pale as starlight, one tanned from sunlight wrapped around their
dicks as pre-cum and then cum rolled down them.
They remembered Draco braced above Harry as the darker boy used the hand
treaded through silver blonde strands to wipe the sweat sticky hair from silver
grey eyes. They remembered Draco
collapsing onto the sweaty body beneath him when he came and they remembered
Harry holding Draco tight enough to bruise the pale skin as he followed. They remembered lying there afterwards,
wondering what they had done.

And eventually, long after their
breathing had settled and their heartbeats had returned to normal, Harry
remembered the prophesy.
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