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Elven Desire	By : StrawberryGirl87 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12513 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter List
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Chapter Ten – The Test
The Burrow was a flurry of activity the next morning in preparation for the arrival of their guest that evening. Ron was not best pleased at the prospect of having Draco Malfoy over to his house for dinner. He had accepted the fact that his best friend was in lust toward their former rival but inviting him over for dinner was another matter entirely. Hermione and Ginny on the other hand were hugely excited. The two of them spent the whole breakfast discussing what they were going to wear before rounding on Harry and declaring with enthusiasm that they would both be helping him to get ready.
Harry was already nervous enough without the girls making this declaration to him; he had been picking at his cereal, completely uninterested in the soggy mass, his mind too preoccupied with thoughts about Draco to concentrate on trivial things such as eating. Hermione just needed a distraction from the hollow feeling in her chest that she had been struggling to get rid of and it was starting to make her uncomfortable. She hadn’t been able to bring herself to go to Ron since they’d fought over her apparent and non-existent crush on Harry. Of course Ron had taken this rather badly and had been a little funny with her. However you would never have guessed it by looking at them, they were keeping their failing relationship a well-guarded secret.
Molly was too busy going overboard, as Harry had feared that she would, to notice anything wrong with her youngest biological son, she was too excited about the prospect of having a guest over for dinner. Judging by the activity in the kitchen it seemed that she was preparing at least twelve courses, a true feast for the five hundred. In her mind she was doing it because she had wanted to ensure that there was enough food. Molly had invited a few extra people to join them, including Charlie, Bill, Fleur, Percy, George, Seamus, Dean, Neville and Luna. The fact that almost everyone he cared about was coming to this dinner to officially meet Draco as his boyfriend did nothing to quell Harry’s mounting nervousness.
Seeing as there would be sixteen of them dinning together and they wouldn’t all fit in the kitchen around the usual dining table, the marquee was being erected in the garden once again. A table long enough and wide enough to seat them all comfortably, as well as accommodate all the food that Molly was preparing, had already been set up by Arthur, Charlie and Bill.
When Harry had asked Molly why she was going to so much trouble for him the Weasley matriarch had only smiled at him before replying, “Because we’re all a family Harry, if you care about Draco enough to bring him here to officially met us all, the least we can do is be here to welcome him into the family as one of us. I may not fully approve of him as your boyfriend but you are a good boy with a good head on your shoulders and a bigger heart than you realise. Draco will know that you are loved and cared for here with us and that we won’t tolerate anyone hurting you.”
Harry couldn’t help but smile at her as she had said this. In a long winded way she had essentially just delivered the same warning Ron had in regards to Draco hurting him and that thought made him grin from ear to ear. He loved her all the more for her protective, mothering nature and had hugged her tightly when she’d said this. She really was like the mother he had never had and loved her as such. He knew that he would be lost without her and it made him so happy to know that Draco would get the chance to meet her.
He’d had a lot of opportunity to think about Draco in the three days that they’d been apart. He had considered their relationship too and the dominant/submissive element of it, which he had fully come to terms with, at least the part about him being a submissive. He was sure that he could handle that, after all it might be nice not to be in charge once in a while, he had always been expected to take the lead and with Draco he wouldn’t have to. This made him feel a lot more at ease, which is possibly why he had so readily accepted his role as a submissive. He didn’t even mind that it was Draco was going to be his dominant, what he didn’t like was the Slytherin’s need to defend him with violence. There had been enough of that in his life already. He wanted it all to stop.
If they were really going to do this then Harry was going to have to put his foot down on that matter, submissive or not he was still a person with feelings and he was going to make damn sure that Draco was aware of this. He wouldn’t be walked all over just because he wasn’t the dominant person in their relationship. He was more than happy to give that role to Draco but it wouldn’t mean that he was going to lie down and take everything the blonde thought was right, especially when he disagreed.
Once he was over the worst of the nerves about everyone he loved turning up for the family dinner with Draco, Harry found that he was oddly excited about the upcoming evening’s festivities. Not only would he get to see Draco, which was long overdue after three days apart, but he would have all of his adoptive family and closest friends around him as well. Of course it was also an added bonus that Blaise Zabini would be nowhere in sight. He had utterly ruined the dinner with Narcissa but Harry had no plans to attempt it again. Malfoy Manor had too many bad memories for him; he never wanted to go back to that place again.
He hoped that if it was ever suggested he would be able to come up with some form of excuse or an alternative venue because he wouldn’t be able to set foot there again. If it came to it he would of course explain to Draco why and although it was a conversation they would have to have eventually, Harry would put it off for as long as possible. He didn’t want to have to explain to Draco why he hated his ancestral family home and why it was that he never wanted to set foot there again. There was a lot that Harry was going to put off explaining for as long as he possibly could, things that were very painful to think about let alone talk about.
Harry was however feeling a little concerned in regards to how Draco would act around Ginny this evening, not to mention Seamus after the last time they had had an encounter. He wanted his boyfriend to feel at ease around those that he considered to be his family rather than tense and on the verge of going into a jealous rage at any moment. He hoped that he would be able to show Draco that neither Seamus nor Ginny were a threat to their relationship. He didn’t want either of them in that way.
Harry was all too aware of Seamus’ little crush on him but that was all physical. He had shared a dormitory with the boy since they were eleven. It had been pretty obvious that he was bisexual and cared very little about how many people he shared a bed with. He’d never once been in a relationship. As for Ginny, their brief kisses had done nothing for him, she was too much like a sister to him. It was just too weird to think of taking it any further. Draco had nothing to worry about in regards to either of them.
By the time lunch rolled around at the Burrow, Harry found himself levitating fairy lights up into the pitched roof of the marquee. They twinkled delicately above the dining table, imitating a night sky. The table itself was set with mismatched crockery and cutlery, candles decorated the table at strategic points and none of them matched in colour. It was so very Weasley and made Harry smile to himself. To him this was perfection. The Weasley’s were the definition of family; they were haphazard, disorganized and absolutely wonderfully charming.
This was what Harry wanted with Draco, a large family to love, care for and dote over. Just not yet. Harry caught himself as he smiled wistfully, placing a hand over his abdomen, imagining a small life growing inside of him, a perfect combination of him and Draco. Maybe a little girl with dark hair and silver eyes or a little boy with blond hair and emerald eyes. They could be a proper family, just like the Weasley’s. He imagined the perfection of having their children around them. He would want at least four, a large family was something he had always wanted and had always been denied until the Weasley’s. He could have that properly with Draco and the thought made him grin like a fool.
Breaking himself from his musings he continued to decorate the marquee. Molly had prepared sandwiches for them all but Harry wanted to save himself for the remarkable dinner this evening and just carried on with his chores. His mood was one of contentment as the thought of his and Draco’s baby floated casually through his mind.
HPDM
Even though Draco had no idea what Harry was thinking about he could sense his contentment and was glad. He had been nothing but a bundle of nerves before the dinner with his mother. It was good that he was feeling so at ease with even a flare of excitement added in, which made Draco feel exactly the same way. He had no apprehension about the coming evening at all but then he had no clue about how many people were going to be there. He might have felt a little on the anxious side if he had known that he would be one of sixteen diners.
Narcissa was apprehensive about letting her precious son go walking into the Lion’s den so to speak but then Draco had reminded her that Harry had walked into the a figurative snake pit by coming to the Manor and she had very quickly internalized her concerns. She had been monitoring her little dragon with a watchful eye the past few days and had seen just how miserable and how unhappy he had been being apart from the Potter boy. She may not have been overly fond of the idea that Harry would be becoming part of the family but after seeing Draco’s reaction to their short separation she had conceded that she would rather see her only child happy than not and if that meant having the boy-who-lived-twice as a son-in-law then that was the price she would have to pay.
Narcissa had of course written to Tilly about Blaise’s behaviour the night of the fateful dinner but had not yet received a reply, which was not like her best friend at all. Narcissa was concerned about Tilly’s reaction to her son’s behaviour. She didn’t want the issue to spiral into a family feud; she loved Tilly too much for that. However it certainly had the potential to do just that if she took the news about what her son had done badly.
Sat in the sitting room alone with her latest muggle romance novel in hand and a pot of steaming tea she was able to contemplate things a little easier. She had already planned her first six months in France, not intending on returning to England even for Christmas. She knew that Draco would not want to come home for the holidays when he could make use of the empty library to study for his forthcoming exams. She would enjoy Paris over Christmas; after all it was such a beautifully magical city. She sighed, hating the silence that surrounded her. She knew that Draco would be in his room fretting over what to wear and she didn’t wish to disturb him despite her loneliness.
It was a feeling that she would have to get used to with her husband was in prison and rightly so. He would be there for at least ten years if not twelve if he served his full sentence. Her son was now a grown man, a half-Elven creature and was now looking to settle down and start his own family. Her job as a mother done; her role as a dutiful and doting wife to a loving husband demolished upon his arrest, guilty verdict and imprisonment. It really brought home to her how empty her life was now and it depressed her.
Though she had never been the type of person to wallow in her misery, instead of being unsatisfied with her lot in life she made the decision that she would change it. Perhaps getting a job once she reached France, not that she needed the money; it was more to occupy her time than anything else. At least it would keep her busy until her first grandchild came along. Oh how she would love to see the manor filled with children, she had always wanted more of her own, perhaps a daughter but Lucius had never been a very paternal man. One heir was all he had required from her, one perfect boy and that was what they had had.
HPDM
“Harry,” Hermione called. “He’ll be here any minute, hurry up and get down here!” Harry had been fussing in front of the mirror, not entirely comfortable in the too tight black jeans and a turtle neck sweater in deep navy blue that seemed to hug every curve of his body in such a way Harry was convinced that magic was involved. Ginny had been the one to pick out his clothes for the evening, exclaiming that he looked particularly edible which had caused him to blush. He wasn’t in the habit of thinking of himself in such a way and he especially didn’t feel comfortable hearing it from Ginny.
He didn’t think that he would be divulging to Draco that Hermione and Ginny had taken to dressing him up like an oversized doll. He didn’t think that that information would go down too well with the protectively possessive blond. He also wouldn’t be telling him that the two witches had seen him in his underwear on numerous occasions, though so had Ron now that he thought about it. Harry just didn’t think any of it would help with his boyfriends jealousy issues.
“Come on Harry!” Hermione shouted again from the bottom of the stairs, “Neville and Luna are already here.”
“I’m coming,” Harry responded and despite feeling very self-conscious he headed downstairs, tugging uncomfortably at the hem of his jumper to no avail.
The furniture in the living room had been cleared to make space for people to gather and greet one another as they arrived via the floo network. Hermione and Ginny were in charge of the procession of people as they made their entrance. Ron was in the kitchen helping Molly with the preparation along with Percy and Fleur. Meanwhile Arthur, Charlie and Bill were organising the drinks in the garden, pointedly keeping the more potent elixirs away from the younger generation after their last display on Harry’s birthday celebrations. Molly wasn’t keen on seeing a repeat of that evening, especially not in front of Draco, who was their special guest. She wanted to leave a good impression on him and that meant no drunken debauchery this time.
Harry lingered nervously in the sitting room, shifting from foot to foot. Luna was off with the two girls and Neville was attempting to make small talk with Harry without much success. Neville seemed to be rabbiting on about some form of advanced Herbology course that Professor Sprout was letting him take this year. The other Gryffindor just nodded at the appropriate moments somewhat distractedly, staring at the fireplace, waiting.
When it suddenly burst to life with emerald green flames Harry waited with bated breath hoping that it would be Draco that was coming through the floo until he saw Seamus and Dean step out from the hearth. He felt his shoulders sag, slightly taken aback by the level of disappointment that he felt over it not being his boyfriend
“I take it lover boy hasn’t arrived yet then,” Seamus said in his Irish drawl, his eyes sweeping over Harry taking in his luscious appearance but also his disappointment and downtrodden expression. Harry shook his head, not sure of what he would do if Draco just didn’t turn up. The Slytherin had never sent a reply to say if he would or wouldn’t be coming this evening. It made Harry’s blood run cold to think of him just not turning up.
“Look on the bright side Harry,” Dean said with a grin, “If he doesn’t show up we’ll break his legs for you,” The tall black boy said, flinging a casual arm around Harry’s shoulders, “And if that doesn’t cheer you up then I’m sure Seamus is dying to show you a good time,” he finished with a suggestive wink and waggle of his eyebrows that made Harry feel a little awkward.
“The only one showing Harry a good time is me,” a cold drawling voice said from the fireplace. Harry whipped around, a huge smile on his face as he took in the handsome blond. He was wearing stone washed denim trousers and a short sleeved dark purple button up shirt.
“Draco, you came!” Harry exclaimed in excitement as he shrugged off Dean’s arm from his shoulder and rushed over to his boyfriend, his arms going around the blond’s neck, hugging him. Draco slipped his arms around Harry’s waist, returning the embrace, his nose going into the raven hair and inhaling the sweet scent.
“Of course I came, you invited me, mon amour,” Draco returned quietly as Harry nuzzled against him, seeking a kiss, “We have an audience,” The blond reminded him quietly so that only the two of them could hear.
Harry only shrugged, “I don’t care, just kiss me, please.”
Unable to resist, Draco’s grip tightened, drawing Harry in closer to him, pressing their lips together. The older of the two ran his tongue across the others lips seeking entrance that was willingly given. There was no hesitation in their embrace, only familiarity. The sound of wolf whistles broke them apart, the girls all awed at how cute a couple the two of them made.
Seamus on the other hand took it one step too far as always, it was in his nature, he couldn’t help it, and he just didn’t know when to stop. “Just looking at them is turning me on,” he said in his thick Irish accent. There was no mistaking the sound of his voice.
“Don’t look then.” Draco said with a lowly growl, which caused Harry to tense in his arms.
“Play nice, Dray,” Harry murmured into his ear so that no one else could hear the warning in his tone. He was going to ensure that Draco knew that he wasn’t going to be walked all over just because he was a submissive and that started right now. Seamus was his friend and despite his inappropriate comments he was harmless. Instantly the blond made a visible effort to calm himself, taking a deep breath of his mates calming scent all the while still glaring at the offending sandy haired wizard.
“I apologize for my reaction Finnegan but I do not appreciate other people making eyes at my boyfriend,” Draco said formally, not sounding at all apologetic. Harry only rolled his eyes in exasperation at his boyfriend’s tone, however he could appreciate the fact that the apology had been there even if it wasn’t exactly sincere.
“Come on, I want you to meet everyone,” Harry said happily as he wiggled out of Draco’s grip, taking his hand instead and heading for the kitchen much to the amusement of Dean, Seamus, Neville, Luna, Hermione and Ginny who were all thrilled to see Harry so happy for a change. The happiness radiated from him, he was practically beaming as he had taken Draco into the kitchen.
Dean moved a little closer to Ginny with the aim of talking to her, a move that went unnoticed by the others as they watched Harry and Draco leave, all of them too preoccupied with how happy their friend was after his months of depression. It was a long overdue happiness.
“Draco, I’d like you to formally meet Molly, who is basically my mum,” Harry said upon bounding into the large kitchen with Draco in tow. “Molly, this is my boyfriend, Draco Malfoy.” The Weasley matriarch had become a little flushed with joy as she heard her adoptive son call her his mum. She wiped her hands on her apron before coming forward and hugging the startled blond, who wasn’t used to such shows of affection from parental figures. His own mother would never had been so openly affectionate.
“It’s nice to meet you, Mrs Weasley,” Draco said politely as Harry grinned at him his exuberant mood shining through.
“Call me Molly,” she said, her gaze sweeping over him sceptically. “Well, he’s certainly handsome, Harry,” she commented to him before looking at Draco warningly, “You make sure you take care of our boy.”
“Don’t worry,” Draco responded reassuringly to her, squeezing Harry’s hand gently in his own, “I intend to.”
“Oh, this is Fleur, you probably remember her from the tri-wizard tournament in our fourth year. She’s married to Bill now. I’m not sure if you’d remember Percy but you of course know Ron,” Harry said introducing him to everyone in the kitchen who all greeted him politely and with smiles, kisses on the cheek and welcoming handshakes, all apart from Ron who gave a grunt and a curt nod instead. Harry couldn’t stop smiling though.
“The others are outside,” Harry said as they headed out of the back door. Draco then saw the marquee and the table set to seat sixteen people and just gawped at it in shock, trying to take in the sheer size of it.
“We’re eating in that?” He asked, a little startled at the number of seats to start with but also because he had never before eaten outside and never once in a tent.
“Well, yeah, we wouldn’t all fit in the house, there are too many of us.” Harry explained a little sheepishly, worried that it was all too much and the amount of people that Molly had invited would overwhelm the Slytherin. They headed over towards Arthur who stood with his two eldest sons, talking amongst themselves but smiling welcomingly as they saw Harry approaching with Draco beside him.
“How many are coming to this dinner exactly?” Draco asked sceptically.
“Umm … well if George comes then there will be sixteen of us.” Harry said, none of them were sure if George was going to actually turn up. He had been sleeping in Diagon Alley above Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes, which hadn’t opened since Fred had died. He had been struggling with the death of his twin brother, not coping very well with no longer having his partner in crime by his side. Everyone was concerned about him. He was distancing himself from the family and everyone could see how much that hurt Molly, who never in her deepest nightmares had ever imagined them being separated, not even her boggart had shown them separated. “We don’t do things by halves here,” Harry said with a little smile.
“Clearly,” Draco said, he was happy just because Harry was happy. The blond himself wasn’t keen on large family gatherings but that was perhaps because half of his family were raving lunatics. He was glad that at the least his Aunt Bellatrix was dead. She had scared the living daylights out of him on her good days and she hadn’t had many of them.
“Draco, this is Arthur, Bill and Charlie,” Harry introduced and Draco had to release his mate’s hand so that he could shake hands with the three other wizards. Of course he knew the oldest of the three of them but not his eldest two sons. When they were done with pleasantries, rather than linking his and Harry’s fingers again he wrapped his arm around his boyfriends waist, resting a hand on the opposite hip. The Gryffindor leaned into the embrace, resting his head upon the blonds shoulder, feeling completely at ease.
Arthur couldn’t help but smile at the two of them together. He was a level headed man, his grudge was not against the Malfoy’s in general or even against Draco himself, his grudge lay with Lucius who was safely locked up in Azkaban. He could clearly see the adoration in his adoptive son’s face and how happy he was. Harry deserved that feeling; he wouldn’t be the one to take it away from him because of old grudges. He could learn to like Draco as long as he didn’t do anything to hurt Harry.
HPDM
“Ginny, can I talk to you?” Dean whispered to the red haired young witch. He had taken the opportunity while everyone else had been distracted by Harry and Draco, neither of whom he was particularly fond of right now. “In private,” He stated dryly.
Ginny looked at him dubiously but nodded regardless, she saw no harm in talking to him. The two of them had dated for a while before the war, though it had been a rocky and somewhat unpleasant relationship for the majority of it. However they had ended amicably enough and they were still friends. She was more than aware of the fact that he wanted more than just a simple friendship but she was careful not to provoke him or lead him on. Ginny was more than happy to be single for the moment. Considering she was completely in love with Harry, who could never return her affections, she figured she needed to take a step back from dating and give herself some time.
“Sure,” She replied to Dean, looking around for somewhere they could go. In the art of not leading him on or giving him false hope she wouldn’t take him to her bedroom even though that was the only place that they were guaranteed privacy. “Come with me,” She said motioning that he should follow her.
The two of them trailed out of the house, though avoiding the rear of the garden where the marquee had been set up and everyone was congregating who didn’t want to be roped in to help Molly in the kitchen. They walked as far as they dared, not wanting to step outside of the safety of the wards. The war may have been over but that didn’t mean that they were entirely safe just yet. There were still a few deatheaters and Voldemort supporters roaming around.
“So what did you want to talk about?” Ginny asked, her arms folding across her chest defensively. She could see no need for the secrecy, she wasn’t sure what Dean would want to say to her that required them to be alone and away from the rest of the group.
“Us,” Dean said honestly as he drew closer to the younger witch, ignoring her defensive body language, just wanting to touch her. He brought his hand up to brush a strand of fiery hair out of her eyes.
“There is no us, Dean,” she returned gently, she had told him this before. He had made several attempts to reconcile their relationship since they had broken up in her fifth year. After all the arguments and the tears she had shed she just wasn’t interested in having anything romantic with him. The best he could hope for was friendship and he was walking a fragile line on that too.
“There could be,” he responded as his hands went to grab her waist as she went to back away from him. She glared at him, putting her hands on his chest to try and push him away as he made an attempt at kissing her. Dean had grown a lot since they had last been in this position. He was taller, bulkier and seemingly stronger. She hadn’t grown at all, her waist small and she was at least a head shorter than him. However that didn’t mean she was defenceless. It wasn’t by pure luck that she had survived the war.
She drew back, arching her back and turning her head so that when his lips came into contact with her body they pressed against the skin of her neck. He groaned, fingers digging in to her hips making her gasp in with the unexpected pain of it as he forced himself to grind against her.
“Get off me Dean,” Ginny hissed dangerously, trying to push him away but he was considerably stronger than her and she couldn’t reach her wand.
“Not until you listen to me,” he growled in return, he loosened his grip with one hand so that he could grip the back of her head. Ginny however took her chance and pulled away from him, raising her hand and slapping him across the cheek.
“Stay away from me,” she said as he staggered back from the force of the blow, releasing his grip on her entirely. Ginny took off towards the house, trying not to break into a run. She didn’t want anyone to know what had just happened. She would be happy just to forget the horrible incident, she certainly didn’t want to over think the whole thing.
HPDM
“So, Draco, are you returning to Hogwarts this year?” Charlie asked conversationally. All sixteen of them, George included, sat around the table under the marquee with their mismatched crockery and twinkling fairy lights overhead setting the relaxed mood. It was rather like the welcoming feast at the beginning of term at Hogwarts, especially since the table was almost bowing under the weight of so much food. Draco was sure that magic was involved in keeping the table in one piece.
“Yes and I’m very much looking forward to it as well,” Draco responded, he wasn’t sure that he liked the way Charlie Weasley was leering at him, Harry hadn’t noticed, too involved with his own conversation with his friends. Draco then turned to Molly, “This food is delicious,” He complimented her, “Did you make it all yourself?”
“Fleur helped of course but yes I made it all, there are no house elves here,” She said smiling proudly at this statement. Draco was really starting to like Molly, she was warm and welcoming, even if it wasn’t what he was used to; and this home was so unlike his at Malfoy Manor. He hadn’t known what had been missing from his childhood home until he came here. It lacked warmth and even though his parents had loved him in their own way it was nothing compared to the abundance of the emotion here. He could now see why Harry had felt so uncomfortable during the dinner at Malfoy Manor when in comparison he was so at ease and relaxed here. Even Draco felt more relaxed though it was perhaps through their connection that this was the case.
Harry, who was sat beside his boyfriend, was in the middle of a rather animated conversation with Dean, Seamus, Ron and Neville about Quidditch, they rarely talked about anything else when the five of them got together. The debate this time had started when it had vaguely been questioned by Harry if they would be allowed to play on the house teams once school restarted. They were really too old to play but they were really too old to be going back to Hogwarts as well but they were still students. This one off handed comment had blown up into a full scale debate about who was better, the Falmouth Falcons or the Chudley Cannons.
Ron was going red in the face defending his beloved Cannons whereas Dean was just as adamant that the Falcons were by far superior and would therefore win the Quidditch world cup this year whereas the Cannons just wouldn’t get a look in. There was also some speculation from Neville about if Harry would get an offer from the Falcons to play as their seeker. This was perhaps the only thing the five of them had agreed upon.
“What subjects are you planning on taking this year Draco?” Charlie asked him, they were sitting opposite one another and could easily converse despite the loud argument going on beside them.
“Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, Defence against the dark arts, Herbology and medical magic,” he responded politely, listing his chosen subjects from memory, though he really wasn’t overly keen on being friends with this man. However he was willing to be civil for Harry.
“Wow that is quite the work load,” Charlie said impressed, “What are you studying towards?”
“I’m considering doing my potions mastery, specialising in medical potions, though it was always taken for granted that I would follow my father into the Ministry for a life of politics however that kind of work never appealed to me.”
“A mastery is fairly intense stuff, I did my care of magical creatures mastery when I got out of Hogwarts so that I could become a dragon trainer. Toughest five years of my life I have to say.”
“You did it in five years?” Draco asked, it was now his turn to be impressed and despite being cautiously wary of this older wizard he couldn’t help but be drawn into such an intellectual conversation. “Don’t masteries take a minimum of seven years to complete?”
Charlie grinned, winking suggestively at the blond, “They do, unless you have a particular aptitude for the subject. I’m particularly skilled at training dragons.” Draco couldn’t help but hear the flirtatious undertone to his voice and found himself relieved that Harry was too wrapped up in his Quidditch debate to hear his so called brother flirting so audaciously with his boyfriend. Draco wasn’t convinced that he wanted to test out Harry’s jealousy limits just yet not when they were currently contending with his own jealousy issues.
“You are aware that I’m dating Harry?” Draco asked pointedly, though he knew that there could be no doubt in Charlie’s mind about this. The blond made sure that he spoke quietly, not wanting to be overheard.
“And I’m not asking you to leave him,” Charlie said with a wry smile, “I’m only here tonight and tomorrow before I go back to Romania.” Draco was very glad that the Quidditch debate was still loud and brash enough between the five young men that it covered the rather uncomfortable conversation between him and Charlie.
“So what are you suggesting exactly?” Draco asked, trying to keep his voice calm, if not a little interested in the suggestion when really anger was bubbling away beneath his skin at what was being so brazenly being suggested.
“Mind blowing, no strings attached sex,” Charlie said lustily, “Harry is just a boy, he won’t satisfy you, you need a man like me.”
Draco narrowed his eyes to glare at the red head hatefully. No one spoke about his Harry like that; however he had sworn to himself that he would keep his temper in check for Harry’s sake and he intended to keep that promise. “Oh, I’ll show you exactly how much I need you to satisfy me,” Draco returned dangerously, glaring pointedly at the older wizard.
Gently, so not to hurt him, Draco took hold of Harry’s neck and turned his head to face him before proceeding to snog his Gryffindor absolutely senseless. It took Harry less than half a second to instinctively respond to the probing tongue and forgetting where they were and who was watching. Hands began wandering, seeking skin to skin contact. Fingers sought out the hemlines to their tops to caress the smooth, muscled flesh beneath. Fingertips came into contact with warm flesh making them both moan at the contact as they deepened their kiss.
“What is going on down there?” the shrill voice of Molly demanded, she had gained enough volume that it was enough to break up the two hormonal snogging teenagers. Harry flushed, looking embarrassed at their display but Draco, stubbornly, just gave Charlie a rather pointed look as they both straightened themselves out.
“It’s alright, Mum,” Charlie said with a chuckle, “I was just testing Draco here to make sure he would stay faithful to Harry. I had to make sure he was good enough for my honorary little brother and he passed with flying colours.”
Molly looked at her second eldest son with disapproval however this only made the young man laugh harder. He had had many more years of practice at shrugging off the harsh glances of his mother. They didn’t bother him half as much as they used to when he was younger.
“Test? What test?” Harry asked with adorable confusion, looking between Charlie and Draco questioningly as he tried to understand what had just happened as his mind swirled with the memory of that rather intense kiss.
“I was flirting with blondie here, trying to see if he’d take the bait,” Charlie returned through tears of laughter.
“What! Why would you do something like that?” Harry asked in outrage, hurt that Charlie, whom he considered to be a big brother, would do anything of the sort. At his words however the other Gryffindor boys had caught on to the joke and all started to join in with the hysterical giggling. Even Hermione, Ginny and Luna were sharing looks of amusement between the three of them.
“Just making sure young Draco is good enough for you, Harry, don’t worry, I’ve got no desire to take your man away from you.” Charlie reassured him with a smile which made Harry relax a little. The only one not laughing who really ought to have been was George, who really wasn’t seeing the funny side of things at the moment. He had come because he knew he ought to spend time with his family but all he wanted was to return to his shop and wallow in his misery.
Draco could logically understand that the odd little family were only trying to look out for Harry and protect him in their own uniquely special way, which Draco could respect but he still felt a little tense as, with a wave of her wand, Molly made the main course, or at least what was left of it, vanish back into the kitchen. Then with a second wave and a muttered incantation piles of various puddings appeared before them. Everything and anything they could have desired was here for the taking. Draco couldn’t help but grin when he noticed a large treacle tart had appeared right next to Harry.
Everyone settled down after Charlie’s so called test of Draco’s intentions as they all helped themselves to desert. The blond took a small portion of fruit trifle and avoiding the stickier chocolate coated dishes as he had never been a fan. Half way through desert, Draco watched suspiciously as Ron leaned over to Harry and whispered something into his ear. Draco didn’t like the intimacy of this act nor did he like the smile on Harry’s lips as he nodded his agreement to whatever the red head had said.
Looking sceptically at Harry he tried to figure out what was going on but his mate just grinned at him cheekily before going back to his second serving of treacle tart without saying a word leaving Draco wondering what his innocent little Gryffindor had planned for the remainder of the evening.
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