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Light of Heaven	By : Draeconin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 28741 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Light of Heaven

by Draeconin

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Chapter Eight
The world outside their rooms hadn't stood still. Ron and Hermione had become more and more persistent, trying to learn anything they could about their best friend's whereabouts; and, in Ron's mind at least, what Malfoy may be doing to him. Questions were fobbed off with "Mr. Potter is in no danger, and is quite well, but he needs rest, quiet, and privacy, for now," or variations thereon. Questions about Malfoy didn't do any better. They'd tried following the headmaster and a few of the teachers, but it seemed the people they were following didn't know anything, knew they were being followed so went somewhere innocuous or, like Dumbledore, had an annoying habit of losing them.
For all Ron or Hermione knew, Harry could be doing "quite well" in a dungeon cell somewhere, and it was driving them mad with worry, as ridiculous as they thought the notion was. Well, probably was. They couldn't even use Harry's Marauder's Map, because that had been in Harry's trunk, which was gone, and supposedly was with Harry.
Eventually, Dumbledore called them to his office; an appointment the next day at half two.
When they got to the appointed place outside the gargoyle statue, Ron and Hermione were stuck. They didn't know the password, and no-one was there to meet them. At 2:37, the gargoyle jumped aside, and Professor Dumbledore invited them in. After arriving in the office proper, and being seated, the Headmaster asked his first question. "Do you know why you're here?"
Ron just looked like he'd eaten a chocolate frog that was trying to crawl out again. Hermione was more self-contained. "I assume it's because we've been trying to find Harry," she opined.
"And putting him in danger by doing so," Dumbledore said, sternly. Hermione imitated Ron's chocolate frog impression, while Ron turned white, his freckles standing out like Muggle connect-the-dots puzzles. "I had hoped that by letting you be, you'd eventually accept the situation, but since you have not seen fit to do so, I have had to take this action."
"Harry's in danger?" Ron squeaked.
"If we can keep him hidden, no. But the two of you are not making that easy. Worse, you are keeping Harry and the younger Mr. Malfoy in people's thoughts, making them wonder where they are, and why they're not in their classes or dorms," Dumbledore said.
Ron was again struck dumb. Hermione found her tongue. "We just want to know he's all right. He's our friend!"
"I realise that, Miss Granger, but you are not helping matters."
"I'm sorry, Headmaster, but if you had let us know, and let us see that Harry's all right..." She didn't finish the thought, but it was out on the table, anyway. She continued on, a little more gently, "We have proven in the past to be able to keep secrets, Headmaster."
Eyes twinkling a little, Dumbledore said, equally gently, "Well, Miss Granger, at least you have. I'm afraid that Mr. Weasley, here, has been a bit, shall we say - impetuous? - and let information slip from time to time."
Ron turned seven shades of red at this all-too-accurate remark. "I was provoked!" he exclaimed, in his own defence.
Dumbledore looked at him sadly. "Is that how you would excuse Harry's death, Mr. Weasley? 'I let the information slip because I was provoked'?"
"I wouldn't!" Ron exclaimed, panic-stricken.
"Not purposely, I think, but with your past history, can you blame me for not taking that chance?"
"We want to see Harry, Headmaster," Hermione insisted. "We need to know that he's all right; not take someone's - even your - word for it."
"Your loyalty is admirable, but I don't think that's a good idea. The next few weeks are critical. After that, certainly," the headmaster replied.
"Critical?! Then something did go wrong with the Power Partner potion?" Hermione inquired, anxiously.
"It's connected with what happened with that potion," Dumbledore replied, evasively. Not a complete lie, but far from the truth. "In the meantime," he said, raising his voice to drown out their incipient demands for more information, "you can best keep your friend safe by dropping this matter. Don't even talk about it after you leave my office. When it is safe, I assure you I will take you to Mr. Potter."
Dissatisfied, but knowing that was the best they were going to get, they agreed not to keep asking questions "...but only to keep Harry safe!"
After leaving the office, Hermione's face became the picture of stubborn determination. "I have some research to do, Ron. We're going to find Harry."
Ron looked at his girlfriend, perplexed. "We can't do that, 'Mione! We just promised Dumbledore we wouldn't!"
"I don't know what you promised, Ronald Weasley, but all I promised is that I'd stop asking questions. That leaves a whole library of other options. I'm going to make sure Harry's all right. Are you coming?"
Ron grinned, shook his head at her in admiration, and eagerly followed after. He didn't like to study, but with this kind of spice added to it, it might be interesting.

Madam Pomfrey showed up with a mask over the lower half of her face. "Why the mask, Madam Pomfrey?" Harry asked.
"It's spelled to block the pheromones you're now producing," she replied.
That triggered another thought; another question. "Then shouldn't Draco be..." He couldn't find a way to finish the question without totally embarrassing himself, but he blushed, anyway. Madam Pomfrey understood what he was trying to get at.
"Normally, yes. But as a part-Veela, he has an in-built immunity, at least until he's experienced his own 'inheritance'," she explained.
At Harry's quizzical look, she clarified her answer. "As a full, sexually mature human, Mr. Malfoy would, indeed, be subject to the effects of your pheromones, but as a sexually immature Veela, if only in part, he is immune. The young of any species are immune to the sexual stimuli of the adults, Mr. Potter."
Harry was embarrassed by this frank discussion, but at the same time, Poppy Pomfrey had just handed him some great teasing material to use on his love.
Her medical examination had shown that, besides the visible changes, and the ones Harry had discovered thus far, the Gryffindor was now about three times stronger than he had been, with a stronger skeletal structure to match. He was faster, and more agile, his lungs, heart and other organs more efficient, and he could taste the slightest differences between two almost identical things (one large-ish grain of salt was added to one of two glasses of pumpkin juice, as the test). His magic potential was about twice what it had been, even taking into account his Power Partner bonding with Draco, and two factors had the potential to change that yet again - Draco's genetic inheritance, yet to take place, which would add significantly to their Power Partner bond, and their mating bond, which was an entirely unknown factor.
How high their magic potential could go was a matter of some deliberation among those in the know. Besides Dumbledore, Snape, McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey, the other teachers had to be told something to account for Draco and Harry's absence, and Harry's godfather, Sirius Black, had to be told some of the situation when he showed up unexpectedly to visit his godson. Fortunately, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy ran true to form - not even an owled note. But that would change, as the holidays drew close. The Malfoy's were sticklers for tradition, whatever their personal feelings might be. They had until then to generate and implement a plan.
Another topic was how much of Harry's new self was due to the trace of vampire in his heritage. It was generally thought that about two-thirds of his new strength, about half of his physical condition, the sensitive taste buds, and the dark hair, of his physical attributes, were probably due to the inclusion of the vampire genes. They were very relieved that there hadn't been enough to make fangs and blood hunger real possibilities. Harry wouldn't have to be transferred to another school; one that taught the children of other types of magical creatures, including the undead. If that had happened, Draco Malfoy would have had to go with his bonded mate-to-be. Hogwarts could handle part-veelas, although it was somewhat of a delicate task during their maturation, and certain times of the year afterward. Fortunately, as rare as part-veelas were, it was an even more rare occurrence for one to choose to attend their school, rather than the other. And now they had two. Of course Draco Malfoy's colouring should have been a dead giveaway, but who would have guessed that "The Boy Who Lived" was one as well? But vampires with blood hunger were too much of a risk to be among the other children, so they were happy to have dodged that spell.

Over the next few weeks, Harry and Draco got back into a routine. Wake up, shower, breakfast, lessons, dinner, more lessons, tea, spell practice, supper, homework and free time, then bed, but not necessarily to sleep right away. Of course, being who they were, they didn't stick strictly to that timetable, and if one were a fly on the wall, one could find them snogging or otherwise intimately engaged at almost any time. And, of course, they had to slip out late at night to get in some flying time. The outdoors activity didn't go unnoticed by their protectors, but as long as the young men in question were discreet, and fairly quiet, they let it slide. Young people needed their exercise, after all.
Harry had spent some of that time just discovering and exploring his new abilities. Although he didn't inform anyone of everything he discovered, he practiced with these abilities quite often, as well. Of course, because of their link, he couldn't keep anything completely from Draco, but between them they had found ways of keeping some semblance of privacy. Even the closest of people need their own private space, and they were still working on developing their relationship - finding out all about each other. Of course, some of those times were far more pleasurable than others, but painful or pleasurable, they shared as they were able, and tried to respect those times when one or the other needed private space in their minds.

As Draco's sixteenth birthday drew nearer, he grew more irritable, and his arguments with Harry grew ever more ridiculous; once even carping over how much preserves Harry put on his toast. Finally, Harry's patience came to an end when Draco accused him of kissing too hard, then too gently.
"all right, Draco, what the bloody hell is wrong with you! You won't talk to me, and you've even started blocking me from our bond!"
"Who says there's any-bloody-thing wrong, except you!" Draco retorted.
Side-stepping that, Harry quietly but fiercely said "I would be willing to bet that it has a lot to do with our mating. We've done everything else, and once your genetic inheritance triggers your change... I haven't put enough thought into that, but it's obvious you have."
"The light dawns, eh, Potter?" Draco sneered.
"That was beneath you, Draco," Harry replied gently, feeling hurt.
Draco's face flushed with shame, as he felt, through their bond, how he had hurt the other boy. "I... I'm sorry, Harry. I'm just - so - scared. I don't know what's supposed to happen! Will it hurt?"
Harry gathered Draco into his arms, before replying. "Like I said, Draco, I haven't put enough thought into it. I don't know. Maybe we should call Madam Pomfrey?"
"NO! Gods, no, Harry! A woman?"
"It's going to be very difficult to ask anyone, love. Better someone who knows the medical end of it, right?"
Draco pulled away slightly, arms still wrapped around his lover, to look him in the face. "Was that a deliberate pun, Harry?"
Harry blushed fiercely as he realised what he'd said, then shook his head 'no' before burying it in the crook of Draco's neck.
Draco chuckled. Well, at least he was in a somewhat better mood, now. "I guess you're right. Better a medical person than someone who might not know all the facts. You're going to be doing the talking, though, git."
Harry mumbled into Draco's neck "Call Dobby. He can carry the message."
Draco had found a few listening spells in place in the rooms shortly after they'd moved in, and had taken them down. Harry had teasingly said that 'only a Slytherin' would be so paranoid as to check for such spells in a room that had been provided to keep them safe. He had gone on to shock Draco by congratulating him. When Dumbledore had shown up minutes later, in a panic that "the boys" had been attacked, he had been incensed to find that the spells had been removed. Draco, with Harry backing him up, had declared that they would not be spied upon as though they were two-year-olds. After a long argument, Harry and Draco had agreed to a summoning spell that only Dobby could hear, or one of the other house elves, should Dobby be unable to respond. The elves would be able to summon help if needed.
When Madam Pomfrey arrived, Harry explained, with much stammering and hesitation, face blazing, what the problem was. They knew they were going to need to mate, but didn't know how to go about it; well, the mechanics, but... Poppy smiled gently, then went over to their bookcase and retrieved a slender volume entitled "Sex for the Rest of Us: What the Gay Wizard Needs to Know." If it would have been possible, Harry and Draco both would have turned to ashes right then and there from the heat of their embarrassment. They could have saved themselves any embarrassment at all, simply by searching their bookcase! Of course the adults would have thought of those questions! Harry thanked her, Draco half-hiding behind him, and holding Harry's hand, even though it was no longer always a necessity.
This Draco was a definite keeper, in Harry's opinion, even if he'd had more of a choice. This side of Draco was so adorable. It was too bad he went so far in the other direction when others were around. It crossed Harry's mind, briefly, that perhaps he could teach Draco some moderation 'out there'. But there were more important matters at hand. They had some reading to do. Madam Pomfrey had asked if there were anything else they needed to know, and then if they were both feeling okay, that there hadn't been any 'odd feelings', or anything, and when there weren't, she departed.
They laid on their stomachs on the floor, side by side, and started reading. A few hours later, the young men had devoured all the information the book had to offer. Some of what it had to say they had discovered on their own, but they were shocked to learn how much they didn't know! There were subjects such as erogenous zones, the importance of cleanliness, sexual positions and techniques, how to make intercourse its most enjoyable (especially the first time), spells to avoid and cure sexual diseases, and so much more. They just lay on their stomachs with the now-closed book in front of them, silent, absorbing all they'd learned. When they finally looked at each other, they found that, with their new knowledge, their shyness with each other had returned; but also a determination to try some of the things mentioned in the book, short of actually mating. That would wait upon its proper time - when both were ready for it.
Even though they no longer needed to, Harry and Draco had become used to showering, and even taking the occasional bath, together. That night they washed each other more thoroughly than ever before, taking the book's advice to heart. Harry had been considering the information they'd read, especially about male intercourse. After they were in bed, cuddling each other, Harry broached the subject. "Draco?"
"Hm?" Draco responded, while toying with a strand of Harry's raven locks.
"Do you think we should, you know, start getting each other loosened up? So when it's time, we'll be more ready?" He felt Draco tense up. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it to sound so - sterile. I meant during the course of our other enjoyment of each other. When we're loving each other... Damn! I'm just digging myself a deeper grave, aren't I?" Harry said, frustrated.
He felt Draco relax a bit as he let out a low, rather strained laugh. "Yes. Just a bit." He was silent for a minute, thinking, then said "You're right. It did sound rather cold, the way you said it. But I'm glad you thought to try to talk about it, and not just try to do it. I am rather curious about that arse gland that's supposed to feel so bloody wonderful, though. What's it called again? Do you recall?"
Harry frowned. "Prosite? No, that doesn't sound right. Prophate? Prostate? I think that's it. Maybe we should look it up, again."
Draco shook his head. "No, I remember now. That's it."
"So, you want to - experiment?" Harry asked shyly.
"You know, thinking about it, it sounds so bloody wrong," Draco said.
"Yes, I know," Harry replied quietly. "Rather twisted. So do the other things we've done. But when we do them, they just feel right. It doesn't make sense. So do you want to stop?"
"I didn't say that. I just - don't want to talk about it any more. That just confuses me," Draco replied.
"So... We just - what? Do what feels right, and not think about it?"
Draco sighed, frowned, and said "I suppose so. Rather feels like sneaking around on myself, though."
Harry couldn't help it. Draco sounded so lost and confused, yet that last sentence provoked a mental image he just had to snort at amusedly. But, knowing that feeling well, and on the same subject matter as well as others, he did the only thing he could think of - he tightened his arms around his love and kissed him; a soft, non-demanding kiss, meant to reassure. Draco sighed again, this time in contentment. They stayed that way until they fell asleep; sex forgotten, for this night at least, but their plan of action was put in force with great frequency after that.
A week later, Draco finally decided that he wasn't going to be ravished in his sleep, and decided to take a chance, returning Harry's wand. Although hurt that it had taken even that long, Harry was so happy when the moment arrived, that it precipitated quite a hot and heavy snog session.
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