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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: I own only the obvious, the rest
belongs to JK Rowling.

Rating: Mild R I�d say.

Authors
Note: My first
DM/HP fic. Please tell me what you think. It�s something of an AU and WIP. Not
beta-ed yet, I�m not even sure it�s finished yet.

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Harry
sighed happily and gently stroked the beloved hands that went around his waist.
Draco squeezed him and nuzzled his neck, all without opening his eyes.

The two of
themlonglong with Hermione and Viktor � were having a picnic under a great oak
tree that stood on the grounds in Godric�s Hollow. Draco was leaning against
the tree and Harry was positioned between his legs and leaning against the
Slytherin�s chest. They were in a half-sitting-half-lying pose, with Draco�s
arms around Harry and Harry sketching something in the never-ending sketchbook
Hermione had given him for his 15^th birthday.

He looked
over to the other couple. Hermione was sitting on a blanket and was quietly
reading to Viktor who had his head in her lap, and now and then she would feed
him a grape. Who�d have thought that Hermione Granger would fall for the world
famous Seeker Viktor Krum, and actually marry him before the last year of
school was out? Not Harry, that�s for sure. Then, of course, there were a lot
of things that had happened that no one could have predicted.

�What are
you thinking of, love?� the arms around him tightened and brought him even
closer to Draco if that was possible.

�Everything
that happened �till now.� Harry replied, picked up the sketchbook and turned to
the first page. It showed the Dursleys and Harry playing cards. It was more
cartoon-y, something of a Disney-style, bury wry well drawn. �I think that was
the weirdest summer ever.�

�How so?�
Draco asked.

�The
Dursleys were actually nice to me.�

The blonde
Slytherin scoffed. �I�ll have to pay a visit soon to these Dursleys.� He leaned
his head on Harry�s shoulder.

Harry
turned and kissed his cheek. �Calm down Draco, they haven�t treated me badly.�

�Says the
boy who lived ten years in a cupboard under the stairs, ate nothing but scraps
and had to go around in bits of old elephant skin. No wonder you�re so small.�
He expertly ducked Harry�s playful swipe.

�Just
remember that the most dangerous poisons often come in the smallest packages.�
The Gryffindor sulked.

�That�s
what you said to Nott right before you gave him the trashing of a lifetime,
no?� the grey eyes twinkled merrily at the memory.

�Well, the
guy did deserve it,� Harry countered. �First he made fun of my height,
then my looks, my friends, my grades, my family, and at then end of that he asked
me out! Can you believe the nerve of that bastard?�

�So that�s
what ticked you off, I�d been wondering about that.� The amusement in his
lovers voice made the Gryffindor pout, sticking his lower lip out and turning
away from Draco in mock-hurt. Draco rolled his eyes fondly and started to
tickle the smaller boy, who yelped in surprise before laughing and trying to
get out of the Slytherin�s arms. Draco kept on going until tears ran down
Harry�s cheeks then stopped for a minute to allow Harry to get his breath back,
before starting up again. �Give?�

�Ne- neve-�
Draco tickled him even more. �A- alright! I g- give!� Draco smirked and kissed
his already breathless boyfriend. �I hate it when you do that.� Harry mumbled
and leaned back onto Draco�s chest. The Slytherin just smirked even more.

�Really you
two.� Both looked up at Hermione at the same time, lifted the same eyebrow and
put a questioning look on their face. The young woman sighed but smiled fondly.
�You�re completely impossible.� Viktor chuckled and from his position winked at
the two twenty-year-old males.

�But you
love us.� Harry replied, grinning from ear to ear. �And lets not even get onto
the subject of your and Viktor�s relationship.�

�Now I know
you�ve spent too much time with Malfoy, you even sound like him!�

�And that�s
a bad thing?� Draco asked nonchalantly while playing with the golden ring on
Harry�s ring-finger. �Personally I wouldn�t mind having a copy of me around.
Then he could go to work and all that, while I would be doing wicked things to
Harry at home.� He licked a trail down the Gryffindor�s neck fophasphasis.

�Oh, shut
up!� Hermione grumbled fighting hard to keesmilsmile off her face. However, a
second later her husband had her occupied with a thorough and passionate snog, and she forgot everything.

�You know,
that�s not a bad i� Dr� Draco said and nodded towards the smooching couple. �Up
for some?� he asked.

Harry
smiled; this was one of the things he loved most about Draco, he always, or
most of the time, asked Harry if he was up to this or that. Other people Harry
knew had as trs tried to control him. He scowled as one particular person came
to mind. Draco saw this and at once began to massage that smaller man�s
shoulders, just the way Harry had taught him. Soon Harry relaxed into the touch
and leaned against Draco again. His mind went back to the end of the summer
before their seventh and last year at Hogwarts.

Harry took
up his sketchbook again and began to draw. At first it looked like a balloon
with a smaller balloon hanging off one end, but by the time Hermione came back
it had turned into a dragon (A/N: the kind of dragon from Dragonheart).
Harry was just beginning on it�s tail when the Head Girl stormed into the
compartment and closed the door after her. She looked torn between being angry
or worried.

�What�s up
love?� Viktor asked and pulled her onto his lap.

�Malf
an
an arse, that�s for sure.�

�What did
Dumbledore want?� Harry looked up from the drawing.

Hermione
sighed. �He wants us � Head Girl/Boy and the Prefects � to figure out something
to keep the younger years happy. You know, something like a ball. He�s
employing Fred and George as well. Said we needed to have fun and forget the
Death Eaters running around, at least for a while.� She looked pleadingly at
Harry, Ginny and Viktor. �Please help me with this!�

�Of course
we�ll help!� Ginny said. �This is supposed to be secret, right?� Hermione
agreed. �Right, some of my Ravenclaws friends will be able to help us. They�re
trustworthy. And even some from Hufflepuff. And of course some other
Gryffindors.�

�And don�t
forget Dobby and the other House Elves.� Harry added. �See, won won�t be as
difficult as you thought.�

�Yes, well,
there�s one catch.�

�And that
is?�

�Everything
we come up with must be sanctioned by the Head Boy.�

�What
Malfoy doesn�t know won�t hurt him.� Harry said. �We�ll just tell the teachers
he approved it. No, in f we� we�ll go straight to Dumbledore once we come up
with something. Then we can skip Malfoy altogether.�

�Harry,
allow me to say that you�re brilliant!� Ginny hugged him. �And what�s more,
Malfoy will be completely pissed off about this!�

�How about
we hold weekly meetings in the room under the griffin statue on the sixth
floor?� Viktor suggested.

�Yeah, and
you can choose the password as well and ne bne but the chosen ones � excuse the
corny name � can get in!� Ginny was literally jumping up and down in
excitement. �I�m off to see who�s willing to help us. I�ll be back before we
reach Hogwarts!� with that she was out the door like a shot.

�Did any of
you give her Hyperactive Hares while I was gone?� Hermione asked and looked at
both Harry and Viktor.

�The food
cart hasn�t even been here yet,� Harry pointed out. �How could we give her
Hares if we don�t have them? Besides, you know as well as I that Ginny always
gets like this when there�s a project to be done.�

Hermione
still looked a bit suspicious so Viktor kissed her. One kiss led to another and
in the end it was a full snog. Harry rolled his eyes fondly, picked up his
sketchbook and pencils and left the compartment. He walked to the end of the
train and sat down at the very end of the last wagon and looked out through the
doors. He intended to finish the dragon-drawing beforey rey reached Hogwarts.

�Clip, clip
here and clip, clip there; manicure the lions claws; that�s the way we do the
things; in the wonderful land of Oz.� He hummed. He didn�t know the exact
words, but they were c eno enough. The Dursleys had borrowed the movie The
Wizard of Oz at Sirius� insistence. The Animagus, it turned out, was a
great fan of said move and wanted his Godson to watch it as well. The rest of
the summer Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, Dudley, Harry and Remus had tried to
avoid Sirius as he was always singing a song from the move horribly
off-key.

Harry was
startled out of his concentration when a hand suddenly yanked the sketchbook
out of his hands and lap.

�What the
hell!?!� he looked around and found Malfoy standing there and looking through
the book. �Malfoy, give me back my book!�

�In a
moment Potter,� he continued leafing through it.

�Not in a
moment, now!� Harry tried to grab it, but the Slytherin held it up and
out of Harry�s reach. �Give. It. Back!�ry dry desperately tried to get a hold
of it, but it was too high.

Draco
smirked. �Sucks to be short, doesn�t it Potter?� he liked having Harry this
close to him. The Gryffindor was currently trying to pull down his arm. �Now,
now Potter, I just wanted to look through it.�

�Ever heard
of manners, Malfoy? You could�ve asked first. Now give it back!�

�Would you
have allowed me to see it if I asked?�

�Depends on
how you asked.� Harry was standing on tiptoes. Just a few more centimetres!

�Then may I
be allowed to look through it?�

�No.�

�You�re no
fun Potter,� the Slytherin smirked. �But have it your way.� He handed the book
back to Harry but didn�t leave. �What was that song you were humming? Land of
Oz or something?�

�It�s from
a Muggle movie.� Harry replied and sat back down in the chair. �Now beat it.�

�Is there
something you want Malfoy?� Harry asked after a while.

�Yes
actually, there is. Dumbledore wants to start up the Duelling Club again, and
he wants me to run it. I can�t do it alone with all the new responsibility I
have as Head Boy and with the NEWT�s as well. So I�m asking you to� help� me as
co-instructor.�

�The two of
us? Work together?�

�Dumbledore
suggested a temporary truce between us.�

�Why me?�

�Potter,
are you really that dense? You�re the one who hexed the Dark Lord to the
seventh hell. Need I say more?� the Slytherin offered his hand. �So, what�s it
going be?�

Harry
looked at the hand then at the other boy�s face. It was emotionless. Malfoy was
right. Even if he wasn�t physically strong, he was a very powerful wizard � and
he was one of the best duellers in the school, even Snape had admitted that.

Harry
pondered the proposition for another while, then sighed. �I know I�m going to
regret this.� He muttered and took Malfoy�s hand. The hand was warm, bigger
than his and strong. Harry guessed that Malfoy must�ve had some training in the
martial arts.

�You know
where the Head Boy�s common room is?� Draco asked still holding Harry�s hand in
his. Harry nodded. �Good. Come at Saturday after lunch, and we�ll see what we
can come up with.� Still he didn�t let go of Harry�s hand.

The
Gryffindor nodded and slowly extracted his hand from Malfoy�s strong grip.
�I�ll be there.� The Slytherin nodded as well.

Draco
opened his mouth to say something when a shout from down the corridor made them
both jump. �Harry!�

Harry looked
towards the sound and found Oliver Wood running towards him. �Oliver?! What are
you doing here?�

�I�m going
to teach Flying lessons with Krum.� The broad-shouldered ex-Gryffindor looked
Harry up and down and Draco felt a fierce jealousy well up in him. �You�ve
grown Harry, in more than one way!�

Harry
blushed. �Um, thanks, I guess. You don�t look too bad yourself.�

Oliver
grinned and turned to Draco. �And who�re you?�

�Draco
Malfoy.�
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