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The Lion and The Serpent	By : ashknight Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 2367 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: The Lion and the Serpent
Author: Ash Knight
Pairings: Harry/Draco
Warnings: Lemon
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter and I do not make any money from these stories. So I’d like to see anyone try to sue me, lol.
Notes: This story takes place after book 5 while Harry is back at Hogwarts. Please leave a review.

The month seemed to pass over in the blink of an eye. After what happened with Malfoy’s father, Dumbledore decided to increase Harry’s lessons to three times a week, leaving him almost completely drained of his energy. With every attempt, Professor McGonagall grew closer to producing a new patronus, but with every attempt Harry’s energy was drained. Although, he always seemed to save enough energy for his time afterwards with Draco. Since Dumbledore only let him stay the night after Draco’s father came he had to spend the night back in his own dormitory after that first night.

It still wasn’t safe for Draco to stay in his own dormitory, so he slept in the secret room, under the guard of two very vicious trolls which always gave Harry suspicious looks whenever he came and went. And, since many of the Slytherins kept trying to pick fights with Malfoy, Draco was forced to eat at the Gryffindor, which didn’t make any at the Gryffindor table happy either. Hermione and Ron tried to welcome Draco, but it was obvious they still didn’t trust him very much. Harry understood why, and hoped that soon they would all become friends.

With all this going on though, Harry could not ignore the fact that his scar kept burning. Every night Harry awoke, grabbing his forehead. He knew something was about to happen but every time he tried to remember, the memory of what he had seen would fade to nothing. But, as time passed, Harry only knew that whatever was going to happen, it would be something horrible. He didn’t tell Dumbledore any of this, since the year before, his scar hurt all the time and because of it Sirius die died when he believed what he saw.

It was the last night of May, and Harry proceeded to the dungeons once again. The trolls glared at Harry as usual but let him pass. Draco was sitting at the left side of the long table as Professor McGonagall set the box down on top of it.

‘Good evening Mr. Potter. Are you ready for tonight’s lesson?’

‘As ready as I’ll ever be’ Harry responded, drawing out his wand from his robes.

‘On the count of three then. One... Two... Three!’ Professor McGonagall said, and then opened the small cupboard.

Out from the cupboard arose the dark figure of a dementor, sucking away all the light and warmth in the room.

‘PATRONUM PENATRAREA!!!’ Harry shouted.

A large golden cloud erupted out of Harry’s wand, crackling and expanding with colorful sparks of electricity. The dementor began to move backwards suddenly as a roar suddenly came out of the cloud. It stayed there in the air for a few short moments more until it collapsed into nothingness. Harry felt winded and staggered backwards as the dementor began to advance upon him.

‘Ridikulus’ Professor McGonagall shouted, and stuffed the bogart back into its box.

‘Well I dare say that that was by far the best attempt you have managed so far Mr. Potter’ McGonagall declared helping Draco put Harry into chair.

‘What was that noise coming from the cloud?’ Harry asked.

‘It was your patronus. I believe it was about to take its corporeal form at that moment to attack the dementor’ Professor McGonagall answered as she handed Harry a glass of water.

After a short rest, they decided to have another try before calling it a night. Draco stood aside next to McGonagall and Harry braced himself for one last try. Once again the dementor rose out of the box, freezing the air around them and draining the light in the room, advancing on Harry.

‘PATRONUM PENATRAREA!!!’

The cloud erupted out of Harry’s wand once again pushing the dementor back. This time it began to crackle and stir, and an even louder roar shot out of it making the fake dementor trip and fall to the floor. For a moment Harry thought he had done it, but instead of taking its full form, the patronus vanished into the air like before, draining Harry of his energy. Professor McGonagall quickly stuffed the bogart back into the cupboard and helped Malfoy with Harry.

‘I’m very impressed Mr. Potter, for a split second I thought you had managed to conjure the patronus’ Professor McGonagall said,

‘Yeah, by the next time you try it again it should deficiently take its full form’ Draco said.

Harry smiled and nodded, reaching out for more water. When Professor McGonagall left, Draco reached out and grabbed Harry’s face. Draco’s lips pressed themselves eagerly over Harry’s opening slightly to allow his tongue to reach into Harry’s mouth. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist as he stood and began to message Malfoy’s tongue with his own. It was no time at all before they found themselves completely undressed and on their kind sized b

Draco suddenly took control, pinning Harry down on the bed by the shoulders and began to drag his tongue along Harry’s chest and stomach, staying just above Harry’s waist. Ever so slowly, Draco let his tongue go even lower, eventually coming to Harry’s erection. With his right hand, Malfoy grabbed the organ in front of him and began to jerk and squeeze it, increasing Harry’s pleasure. With his free hand he reached up and began to squeeze Harry’s left nipple, twisting and rubbing it like a knob on an old fashion TV set.

‘Harder’ Harry whispered eagerly between moans, making Draco speed up.

Trembling and moaning, Harry let himself drown in the pleasure that spread through out his body. With a hard jerk Harry climaxed all over himself, with such force that his back and buttocks were raised off the matters. With deep breaths, Harry found himself unable to move, the last of his energy completely gone now. Feeling drained and breathless, Harry slowly closed his eyes, that is until he felt Draco’s hands moving on his stomach and chest.

‘What are you doing?’ Harry asked watching as Draco began to collect all of Harry’s seed into his hands.

‘It’s my turn to climax’ Draco replied with a sly smile.

Without another word, Malfoy took the seed in his hands and began to lubricate Harry with it. Harry’s deep breaths increased as he felt Draco smear his own liquid on his entrance, and soon enough Draco pushed himself inside of Harry, both of them moaning with almost unbearable pleasure. Over the past few weeks they both got used to being penetrated, and felt more pleasure than pain now. Harry griped the mattress with all the strength he could muster, trying to keep in pace Malfoy.

Draco bent over Harry, letting his lips find Harry’s mouth. Harry returned his affection with own, tasting Draco’s surprisingly sweet lips. In unison Harry and Draco continued, both moving with each, not wanting to stop or break away. This continued until Draco could hold himself back any longer. With a great cry of pleasure Malfoy climaxed, and Harry could feel the warm seed inside of him.

Neither spoke for a few minutes, as they were both almost completely breathless. Draco collapsed on top of Harry, listening with his ear to Harry’s chest, to his lovers soft but rapid heart beat. When they both had enough rest they decided to end their encounter with their nightly bath. By time Harry arose out of the water, he was refreshed and a bit more energized. He could barely dress himself since his eyes kept moving over to the other side of the room as Malfoy got dressed for bed in his Slytherin green pajamas. When he was finally dressed, with all his clothes on the right body parts, Harry embraced Draco with his arms giving him a sweet good night kiss.

As he left, the trolls eyed him menacingly once again, but Harry paid no attention. The walk back up to Gryffindor tower took almost no time at all, and Harry found himself now walking into his room. Once again Ron was sound asleep along with everyone else. Harry pulled on to his pajamas, jumped into bed, and closed the curtains behind him. He fell into a deep sleep almost immediately after his head the pillow.

Harry found himself sitting under the beach tree near the lake playing with the golden snitch, just like he had seen his own father do so in Snape’s memory. Malfoy and Ron were flying over the lake throwing the Quaffuel around each other as they both performed their best moves in the air. Hermione was sitting close to Harry, her nose stuck in a book, as usual. Ron and Draco landed suddenly, talking eager about next years Quidditch season. Hermione looked up and smiled as she saw them coming towards them then turned to say something.

But, at that moment everything went into a haze and Harry felt his scar burn once again. His sight cleared and he found himself in dank and semi dark hall. He looked over and saw a troll looking the other way down the opposite side of the hallway. Without a warning Harry jumped forwards impaling the troll with spear, pushing it right the troll’s chest. The troll died instantly, not even having enough time to yell in pain. With a great rush of pleasure, Harry pulled out the spear, spraying blood over walls in a great spray.

He turned on the door, almost breaking it down, forcing it open. Harry walked into to the broom cupboard and shuddered lightly as he felt the cold wave pass over him as he went through the invisible barrier. Instantly the darkness was gone, and light shined in the background from large fireplace. Harry could smell someone else there; it was the same smell he had inhaled deeply before. Harry turned and saw Draco resting peacefully in his bed. He went over and quickly grabbed Draco by the throat with big green muscular arms almost choking him.

‘Wh... at are you doing?!?’ Draco cried out in gasps as he tried to reach for his wand.

Harry only responded by drawing his right hand back quickly and striking Draco in the face, drawing blood with great pleasure. Draco struggled some more, obviously trying to not to lose consciousness. Harry only responded by striking Draco even harder, this time forcing him unconscious. Malfoy was limb in Harry’s strong arms, and with a great jerk Harry dragged his lover across the floor out of the room, enjoying the pain he knew he must be causing. Making sure no one was around; Harry continued to drag Malfoy along the floor, until he found himself outside heading towards the dark forest.

As he drew closer to the forest, he saw what he was looking. A dark cloaked figure was approaching him from the trees, carrying a broom stick in his left hand. And as Harry drew closer, he saw that the cloaked figured had long shoulder length silvery blonde hair. With a gesture Harry threw Draco at the cloaked man’s feet and laughed manically. Without a word, the figure tied Draco to his back, as if he was nothing more than lugged, got on his broom and sped away into the night sky.

Everything went into a haze once more, only to find himself screaming at the top of his lungs, grabbing his scar. He felt a pair of hands shaking him violently to see Ron trying to wake him up.

‘Harry what happened!’ Ron yelled trying to wake Harry up completely.

Harry tried to struggle against Ron, still only half awake. With another great jerk Harry came to his senses realizing where he was.

‘Neville go and get McGonagall!’ Ron yelled and Harry heard footsteps quickly running out of the room.

With a great rush of adrenaline Harry pushed Ron off him and reached for his wand and glasses, as he tried to remember what he had just dreamt. As if he was suddenly hit by lightning he remembered where he just was.

‘TELL MCGONAGALL TO FIND ME IN THE DUNGEONS, IT’S AN EMERGENCY!!!’ Harry yelled franticly as he ran out of the room wearing only his pajamas.

The rest of Gryffindor tower heard the commotion and came out to see what was going on, only to see Harry running down the dormitory steps. As Harry ran down to the dungeons everything came flooding back to him, which only increased his anxiety. Then, as Harry came to the dungeons, his heart filled with fear and rage as he came upon on of the security trolls. The troll was dead and surrounded by a pool of its own blood...
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