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Dirty Magic	By : arianbrightside Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5605 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Eight

Touch Me

Harry didn't take the Serpens Codec directly to Dumbledore. That would have been the sensible thing to do. Instead, he wanted to show Ron and Hermione first, to see what they thought.

He told them the whole story (omitting the part where Draco kissed him), before showing them the book.

Hermione grabbed it excitedly. "This is amazing, Harry!"

Ron, however, showed doubt. "Could he be having you on?"

"I don't think so. I don't know why I don't think so, but I don't. He presented a very convincing argument." Harry said.

Upon hearing Ron's comment, Hermione's face had changed. "Ron's got a good point." She said, handing the Codec back to Harry as if it were burning her. "I think you should take this to Professor Dumbledore. It could be a trick. And if it's not, he'll be angry that you held on to it for so long."

"I've only had it for twenty minutes!"

"Twenty minutes too long, Harry, if it could help the Order."

"I at least want to read it, first."

Ron looked between his girlfriend and his best friend. "I'm kind of on Hermione's side, mate." He said reluctantly. "It's been in the Malfoy family forever - it could be saturated in Dark Magic."

Harry knew he was outvoted. He knew that he had to take it to Dumbledore, and, Ron had brought up a good point about the Dark Magic. Perhaps if he laid claim to it, he'd get it back when the Order were finished with it.

"Where do you suppose Dumbledore would be on a Sunday?" Harry asked.

"In his office, probably." Hermione said, as if it were the most obvious notion on earth. She looked at her watch. "It's going to be tea soon, we better go now."

"Now?" Ron asked. "And why do we all have to go? What if we miss tea?"

Hermione gave Ron a withering look. "You don't have to come, garbage guts. Harry and I can go alone if you'd rather eat."

Harry didn't much like the sound of this. "If it's all the same to you two, I'd rather go alone." He said.

"Alone? Why Harry?" Hermione asked, apparently personally affronted at Harry's suggestion.

"Because..." He cast around wildly. "I just would." He got up and strode out of the common room. He didn't go directly to Dumbledore's office. Instead, he took a long detour via the Defence Against The Dark Arts classroom.

He was standing outside Professor Tonks' door, toying with the idea of knocking, when she opened the door.

"Harry!"

"Hi Tonks. Professor." He said, smiling. Today, Tonks' hair was Gryffindor scarlet, and sticking off her head in tightly wound corkscrew curls. "I like your hair today."

"Thanks, Harry." She smiled. "What brings you here today?"

"Oh, I just wanted to visit." Harry said, trying to affect an attitude of admiration bordering on a schoolboy crush.

Tonks, however, could see right through this. "Liar!" she said playfully, batting him on the arm with a roll of parchment she was holding. "Come inside" she said.

They sat down on the soft couch in the office, and she offered him a slice of cake.

"Why are you really here?"

Harry regarded her for a moment. "Well," he said slowly, "Hypothetically, if someone you didn't hink you could trust gave you something that they said could help you, would you believe that the thing could actually help or would you think they were having you on?"

"What kind of help?" Tonks asked.

"Help with the war."

Tonks gasped and choked on a mouthful of cake, causing Harry to reach out and slap her sharply on the back. "Harry, what is it?" She asked once she'd regained control of her lungs. "Who gave it to you?"

"No-one. I mean, I don't have anything. It was just a question."

Tonks set her gaze on him. "Are you sure?"

"Pretty sure." He got up and edged towards the door.

Tonks knew better than to pressure a 17 year old boy into saying things he doesn't want to say, so she let it go. "If I were given something like that, I'd take it straight to Dumbledore. But you do whatever you think is right, Harry."

"Yes. Thanks Professor." He smiled and left her office.

He headed straight for Dumbledore's tower, unsure of exactly how he'd get in, as he wasn't certain what the password was. When he reached the gargoyle that stood at the entrance, he paused, and looked down at the chocolate cake Tonks had given him, that he was still holding in his hand, uneaten.

"Chocolate Cake" he said uncertainly, and after a moments thought, the gargoyle sprang into movement. "Oh, excellent!" He said under his breath, and stepped onto the rotating staircase that carried him up to Dumbledore's tower.

Timidly, he knocked on the door to the main office.

"Come in." He heard Dumbledore say.

He opened the door and entered the room. Harry liked Dumbledore's office; it was full of interesting things. He especially liked Fawkes, Dumbledore's Phoenix, who's tail feather was the core of Harry's wand. Fawkes was sitting on his perch cooing softly, and Harry smiled at the sight of him.

"Please, take a seat, Harry." Dumbledore said. "Would you like a cup of tea to go with your cake?"

"Thankyou."

Dumbledore picked up the china teapot and began pouring tea. Just as the stream of hot tea was about to hit the table, a small china teacup appeared and the tea filled it.

"What seems to be the problem, Harry?"

"I've been given something. By Draco Malfoy."

"Oh dear." Dumbledore said. "Is it contagious?"

Harry looked at him confusedly. "What? No, it's a book." He took the Codec out of his pocket and placed it on the desk.

Dumbledore looked at it, eyes widening like the moon.

"The Serpens Codec." he breathed, apparently amazed. "I had heard this existed but thought it merely a legend. When did you get this, Harry?"

"About 45 minutes ago."

"Really?" Dumbledore scratched his long nose. "Interesting. Very interesting. Do you mind if I read it?"

"No, go ahead."

Dumbledore picked up the book and opened it gingerly. Harry watched him nervously, as if expecting the book to burst into flame or crumble to dust in his very hands. Dumbledore flipped through the pages.

"Why do you suppose he gave it to you?" he asked, not looking up.

Harry got the distinct impression that Dumbledore already knew the answer to that question, but wanted to see if Harry did. Harry hated it when adults did that.

"He told me it was because he didn't want to be a Death Eater." Harry said.

Dumbledore looked up at Harry. "Correct."

"You knew?"

"Not about the Codec, but about Draco Malfoy. I didn't think the boy had it in him to be a Death Eater."

Harry was amazed. He'd always just assumed that Malfoy's fate was to become a Death Eater. He'd never considered that Dumbledore may think or even know differently.

"Why do you think that, Professor?" Harry asked.

"It's all to do with his mother, really." Dumbledore said. "She's expressly said to me on more than one occasion that she didn't want Draco to follow in his fathers footsteps. I wouldn't be surprised if she pushed him to give it to you."

"Really?" Harry was surprised. He always thought that both of Malfoy's parents were of the Death Eater variety.

"Narcissa Malfoy is very unlike Lucius Malfoy. She's always disapproved of Lucius' involvement with Voldemort, and now that he's gone, she's able to give Draco different direction. Have you shown this to Ron Weasley?"

"Yes." Harry said. "Is that bad?

"No, not at all." Dumbledore said. "It rightfully belongs to his mother, you know."

"I don't understand."

"Well, when Godric Gryffindor wrote it, he entrusted it to a custodian, Caradoc Prewett, a distant relative of Molly Weasley. As she's the last Prewett left, it's rightfully hers."

"How do you know?" Harry asked. "Malfoy told me that Gryffindor passed it on to someone for safekeeping, but that Slytherin had them killed and he passed the book onto a Malfoy."

"I had heard that, too." Dumbledore said. "All of this was pure rumor, because no-one had ever seen the Codec, but now that we have the book, most of it stands as truth."

Harry took a bite of his cake, the icing was beginning to melt onto his fingers. "What happens now?"

"I'll give this book to Remus in London, and he'll get to work on it. No doubt lots of Dark Magic has been placed on it, he'll need to work to break the curses."

Dumbledore got up, strode over to the fire crackling in the fireplace and threw some Floo Powder in. He stuck his head in, and second later, Remus Lupin was emerging, brushing the ash off his scruffy robes. Harry's heart leapt at the sight of his old teacher. Remus was the last remaining link Harry had to his parents and godfather, and he loved him dearly.

"What seems to be the problem, Professor Dumbledore? Hello Harry."

Harry smiled. "Hello." he said, a mouth full of chocolate cake.

"Harry has just been to see me and given me this." Dumbledore passed the Codec to Remus.

"Is this...the Serpens Codec?"

"It certainly appears to be." Dumbledore said. "I'd like you to take it back to Grimmauld Place, sit down with Alastor and go through it. It's been in the possession of the Malfoy's for many generations, and is probably riddled with Dark Magic."

"Interesting." Remus said.

"When you've gotten from it all that you can, pass it on to Molly Weasley. It rightfully belongs to her."

"Does it?"

"Yes. Caradoc Prewett was it's original custodian."

"Amazing." Remus said, turning the book over as if it were about to vanish.

"That will be all for now, thankyou Remus."

"Not at all, Professor." Remus shook hands with the Headmaster, smiled at Harry and disappeared back through the fire.

"Are there any other questions, Harry?"

"No, Professor."

"You may as well go to tea then. Your friends will be expecting you."

"Thankyou for the tea." Harry smiled at his headmaster and left the office.

On his way to the Great Hall, he got to thinking about Draco not hating him and what that could possibly mean. He had liked this kiss, and enjoyed the closeness, and now that he wasn't with Ginny anymore, he didn't feel like he was doing anything wrong. In fact, it felt completely right, and he couldn't explain why. He wanted to do it again. Draco touched him differently than Ginny did. Draco touched him deliberately, with confidence and intent, and Harry got the feeling that Draco was far more experienced in such matters than he was. He wanted to learn and he wanted Draco to be the teacher.

In the Great Hall, tea was in full swing. He made his way to the Gryffindor table, and sat with Hermione. Ron was conspicuous only by his absence.

"What did Dumbledore say?" Hermione asked.

"He gave the Codec to Remus. He wants him and Mad Eye to go through it."

"And what about Malfoy?" she hissed.

"Nothing!" Harry said. "Leave it."

Hermione gave him a vicious look and went back to her eating.

"Where's Ron?" Harry asked.

"He said he'd be here soon. He had something to do."

From across the room at the Slytherin table, Draco Malfoy gave Harry a significant look.

::What did Dumbledore say?::

::He's taken it away to be looked at.::

::Excellent. Meet me in the Room of Requirement after tea.::

::Why?::

::Because I want to show you something.::

Harry was agitated for the rest of the evening. Tea just couldn't end fast enough for his liking, and even Ron turning up with some illegally procured Firewhiskey couldn't settle him. It's always the way that when something is anticipated, the time between the present and the thing happening just can't pass fast enough. Harry, despite his trepidation, was genuinely curious about what else Draco Malfoy could possibly want to show him.

It was with this curiousity that Harry approached the secret room after tea. He expected Draco to already be there, and was hardly surprised to find him in there, though the elegant four poster bed he was sitting on was a surprise.

"Oh, gods." He breathed.

"Surprised, Potter?" Malfoy asked, reclining seductively on the bed.

"What is all this for?" Harry said by way of an answer, gesturing around the room.

"Well, they say the room gives you whatever you require. And I required a bed."

"And a bath?" Harry asked.

"No, that was all you." Draco said.

Harry reddened. "I didn't...I mean I don't...a bath!"

"Nothing wrong with bathing, Potter. Keeps a man clean and pleasant."

Harry considered this for a moment. "Well, I suppose I am a bit dirty." He said thoughtfully.

"More than a bit." Draco said, and Harry suddenly found himself sitting on the bed with Draco, and for a moment he wondered if Draco could possibly have put him under the Imperius Curse, but then decided that was impossible.

Draco put his hand on Harry's knee. He squeezed every so softly, as if testing the ripeness of a piece of fruit, and Harry turned his body slightly towards Draco in response. He put his hand on Draco's and their fingers linked and Harry was surprised by the softness of the other boy's hands. Harry was a bit embarrassed by this, as he supposed Draco had never done a day's work in his life, unlike himself.

"I'm sorry my hands are rough." Harry said.

"Don't worry, they aren't."

As he spoke, Harry's attention turned to Draco's lips. He was watching them, pale and soft, and he was struck with the most incredible impulse to kiss them.

"Can I kiss you?" Harry asked. He suspected it was best to ask, but he didn't know why.

"Can you kiss me?" Draco repeated. "Why even bother asking, Potter? Just do it."

"Well, I've never kissed a boy before."

"What are you talking about?" Draco asked. "You've kissd me loads of times."

"No, you've kissed me. I've just kissed back. I've never initiated before."

"Oh, for goodness sakes, Potter!" Draco exclaimed and his lips crashed down onto Harry's.

The next thing Harry knew was an exquisite feeling. Malfoy was leaning towards him, pushing Harry down onto the bed, his body coming closer and closer to Harry's until he was laying on top of him, body against body. Harry could feel Malfoy's hardness pressing against his leg, and he began to stiffen in response. Harry wasn't used to being under another boy, but he found he quite liked it. His own hardness straining against his pants, he thrust upwards against Draco, and Draco suddenly stopped kissing him and sat up.

"Ooh, quite the feisty one, aren't we?"

Harry went red. "No. It's just that....I mean...It feels really good."

"Oh, you're a stammering fool." Draco said, "but spirits you're a good looking one."

And Draco was kissing Harry again, and his hands were at the fly of Harry's pants and suddenly they were inside and they were touching Harry and it was amazing. Harry's breath began to come in short sharp gasps. He thrust his hips upwards again, desperate for more of Draco's hands, when he felt those hands leave that warm place.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked.

"Oh. Liked that, did you?" Malfoy asked, almost mockingly. Immediately, Harry was on his guard.

"Well, anyone would have, Malfoy!" He said defensively, and Draco looked at him.

"Settle down, Potter. I was just winding you up. You're so easy to bait." Malfoy smiled. "Now, how about doing to me what I just did to you."

Harry flushed. "I've never touched another boy there before." He said.

"Nor a girl, I bet."

"Have so! I've touched Ginny loads of times. How many girls have you touched?"

"What is this?" Draco asked, affronted. "True Confessions of the Rich and Famous?" He laughed. "This is no time for idle chit chat. I fucking want you, Potter." Draco said, and yanked Harry to him.

Ginny had never spoken to Harry like that, and he was mesmerised. Draco's hands, Draco's lips, Draco's body, everything was so unfamiliar and yet felt so right. He wasn't surprised when Harry found his fingers were creeping into the waistband at the back of Draco's trousers, and sliding down towards Draco's smooth, white buttocks. Harry had already felt Draco's arse once before, and the familiarity of this memory calmed him as he gingerly explored further forward. Every time his fingers almost touched Malfoy's cock, Harry shrank back nervously, causing Draco to become quite annoyed.

"Oh! For Merlin's sake, Potter! I promise it won't jump up and bite you." Draco exclaimed, opening his pants, taking Harry's hand and placing it on his cock.

Harry's hand closed around Draco's hardness and he loved the feeling. All those nights spent stroking his own, he never imagined it would feel so unusual to touch another. It was the same, and yet it was so different. He began to stroke, a little clumsily at first, as he was so used to doing it to himself, the reverse action took a little getting used to, but then he fell into a rhythm and began to enjoy it.

He looked up into Draco's face and was met with an expression of sheer pleasure. Draco's eyes were closed, his mouth had dropped open and his normally neat whiteblonde hair had fallen over his eyes in beautiful dishevellment. Harry realised at this point exactly how good looking Draco was and he smiled. He'd made Draco feel this way. His hands had made Draco's hair fall messily into his face, and his mouth drop open. He, Harry Potter, The Boy-Who-Lived was pleasuring another boy and enjoying it. This, he realised, was perfection.

Suddenly, there was a warm wetness in his hands and Draco was laying heavily on top of him, breathing in a laboured fashion.

"Amazing." Malfoy said. "You're amazing."

Harry smiled. "I do what I can."

Draco hoisted himself up, looking at Harry with an odd expression on his face. "I suppose I'd better go back to the common room. The others will be wondering where I've got to. He got up, and fixed his trousers. "Sometime soon then, Potter" He said. It was more of a statement than a question, and Malfoy left the room without so much as a second glance back at Harry, who was sitting on the bed looking bemused.
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