Songlines; Chapter 4
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silyaraTitle: Songlines
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joanwilder
Author/Artist:silyara
Pairing/Threesome: Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione (side), Neville/Luna (implied)
Rating: R (overall)
Warnings: EWE, dom/sub
Word count: 19500+ (overall)
Summary: Draco is assigned to help Harry and Hermione find the Grangers in Australia. But along the way, the two are bonded, which changes everything.
Chapter: 4 of 7
Disclaimer: I am simply playing. JKR has the rights.
Request: Slash, post-war fic, romance, sex toys, consensual BDSM, Dom/Sub roles, sex in odd locations, desperate!sex, forced magical bonding, claiming and marking, EWE, united begrudgingly by a purpose
Author’s Notes: First off, thank you to my beta, C. I tried to fit in as much of the request as I could, but the boys didn’t want to do everything. They had their own ideas, and I followed along for the ride. I enjoyed it, and I hope you will too.
“You’re adopting Malfoy?” Ginny roared, coming in through the Floo, where Harry and Draco sat across each other at the table drinking coffee, as well as other breakfast fare that Kreacher had made them.
“He’s been living here a couple months already, Gin,” Harry began to explain again, “And it’s not permanent. It’s a ministry program to help build up society again, rather than it always being splintered and fighting.”
“I’m not an orphan, if anything I’d be adopting Harry,” Malfoy quipped with a smirk, before a look from Harry shut him up. They would both have to pay something for Ginny’s anger when it spiked up, as it often had. She further tested them the most because she demanded having Harry to herself.
“No one’s talking to you, ferret face,” Ginny roared, and Harry then noticed her wand already in her hand.
“Gin – stop,” Harry tried to play as much of a peacekeeper as he could, “What is it you want?”
“I saw this!” she yelled, her anger directed back again at Harry. Her other hand threw the Daily Prophet on the table, which unfurled with a picture of the two taken outside Grimmauld. Kingsley had just announced the project when Auror training was about to begin (Draco had excelled in his NEWTS).
THE CHOSEN ONE ADOPTS DEATH EATER LUCIUS MALFOY’S SON FOR REDEMPTION
Harry didn’t read the article, which he was sure had been twisted in some way. “It’s not going to be forever, Gin, just for training. We’re going to be partners, and he’ll be living here. It’s not that huge a deal,” he replied, sighing.
“Can you part from your…pet project for a few minutes so we can have a private conversation?” Ginny demanded, again. Harry usually turned her down, but this time his eyes connected with Draco’s. They could last a few minutes. Harry wouldn’t let it last too long.
“Two minutes, Gin,” Harry sighed, waving Draco to leave. The latter took his coffee as well as the Prophet with him.
“Two minutes?” she shrieked, and Harry felt certain Draco could hear her anyway, “That’s all I’m worth to you now? I thought you actually were invested, actually wanted…something. You were there right afterwards when snogging and shagging was involved. Is that what it takes? Do I need to be willing to shag you in front of ferret face for you to want to be with me?”
“No, Gin,” Harry sighed, “It’s not that…”
“No normal wizard chooses to go this long without sex! You were gone for a couple months Down Under. And you’ve been back for months now, and we’ve barely snogged at all!” she accused him, jabbing her pointer finger of her free hand.
“I went for almost a year without seeing you,” Harry defended himself, “I think I’ve proven myself not to be some sex-obsessed teenager. Look, if you want more snogging and sex, you can say so. You don’t need to yell at me to bring that up.”
“Don’t you want to have sex with me? Do you not think I’m pretty enough for you now that you’re a hero?” She accused.
“I’ve always been considered a hero. You’re beautiful Gin, more so when you aren’t yelling at me,” Harry pointed out, trying his best to stay calm. She really tried his patience – almost as much as Draco did.
“So the fighting is my fault now? No, I don’t suppose the Chosen One could have anything to do with it. You’re too special to have such flaws. I just have to sit by and tolerate it as you replace me with Draco Malfoy,” Ginny spit out the last words with disgust.
“Replace?” Harry looked confused.
“He sleeps in your room! You’re always together. None of us can visit you without him being there. I’m the girlfriend. Shouldn’t I be the one always there, rather than Malfoy?”
Harry felt certain Draco could hear it. And the distance was getting painful. Standing, Harry moved to get more coffee, which was near the door, and reclined against the wall. There, that was a bit better. “Even if this program wasn’t happening, I doubt we’d be living together Gin. Your mother would never approve, and we’ve just begun really dating. You hardly saw me without Ron and Hermione before, and I don’t see how in regards to us dating Draco could possibly be worse than Ron. Ron’s your older brother. And a very protective one I might point out,” Harry replied, slightly amused.
“You’re laughing at me?” Ginny accused, “Look, I’m tired of always being last. Saving the world I get. That is really important. But saving Draco Malfoy? I should be higher on the list than that, but clearly I’m not. So it’s over Harry. I’m tired of being second string.”
His jaw dropped, “What?! That’s ridiculous! Would you dump me for being an Auror? This is hardly any different!”
“It’s your entire bloody life!” she yelled, “Goodbye!” She sent a hex his way, which he ducked, and when Harry straightened up, Ginny was gone.
“Damn it,” he swore quietly as Draco made his way back into the room.
“Good riddance,” he commented and took a sip of coffee.
“What?” Harry roared, his anger still fresh, “I love her!”
“Really? If you really loved her, you would have told her the truth as a way to beg her to stay. Then she might think you a complete git but not ranking me above her. By the way, thanks for that. I appreciate it, even if I don’t have breasts for you to grope,” Draco smirked.
“Ungrateful smarmy bastard!” Harry shouted, “you’re driving all my friends away!”
“You seem to be able to tolerate me. They should too,” Draco shrugged, “not my fault if Won-Won can’t take a few jokes.”
“He’s dating Hermione now, you know,” Harry pointed out. Draco made a ‘and?’ face. “That bothers both of them. And Hermione is doing you a lot of favors to try to keep people off our backs. If you could at least drop that for her sake.”
Draco rolled his eyes, “It’s just a joke.”
“A mean one.”
“None of you would have lasted a week in Slytherin,” Draco laughed.
“I’m serious!” Harry shouted, “Look, we have the first day of training. We’ll talk about this later.”
Draco shrugged nonchalantly, and they left for training, which was to be spent testing them in every area possible of Auror training to find their strengths and weaknesses. Harry found it awfully annoying and boring. To most people’s surprise – though not Harry or Draco’s – he was not the superstar of the class. At the end of the day, when the results were posted from having been immediately graded, Draco Malfoy and Michael Corner were at the top of the list, though Harry was decently in the upper half.
Ron grumbled at being near the bottom, but Harry wasn’t too concerned, “You missed half the classes for NEWTs. It’s expected you’ll be a bit weaker.”
“You’re decent, mate,” Ron pointed out.
“Yes, but I’ve had a bit more…experience than you, that’s all,” Harry pointed out, trying to stay modest.
“Yes, Weasley here hasn’t vanquished any dark lords,” Draco quipped from Harry’s other side.
Harry suppressed a laugh for Ron’s sake, “You know I’d have partnered with you, if it weren’t for the program and all, right Ron?”
“Of course, mate,” Ron sighed, “Maybe I should meet that Michael Corner guy. Neville said he was pretty active in the DA. I never knew he was so good in everything.”
“He is a Ravenclaw,” Draco pointed out with a chuckle, “can’t expect him to come in under-prepared.”
“And I suppose all the Dark Arts you grew up with is why you’re up there, Malfoy?” Ron sniggered back.
“Oh of course. Have to learn how to beat other evil bastards if you want to be the best one,” Draco replied sarcastically.
“I’m serious, Malfoy,” Ron glowered.
“So am I, Weasley. There will be plenty of work for us to do. Death Eaters and other evil doers are going to be fighting to take You-Know-Who’s spot while the Ministry is still weak,” his piercing grey eyes looked over.
“I suppose your father will be leading one of the factions,” Ron snorted as the three of them left the building.
“If he were, I wouldn’t be here. I have no desire to duel him,” Draco held his own.
“Whatever. Harry, do you want to come over for dinner?” Ron changed the conversation.
“Will Ginny be there?” he asked cautiously. They were soon reaching the point they would break ways.
“Yes,” Ron replied, “you guys can have some time together, though no sneaking off. I have an eye on you.”
“Oh, well, no then,” Harry replied awkwardly, “I doubt she’ll want to see me.”
“What?” Ron looked confused.
“She dumped me this morning,” Harry shrugged.
“Blimey,” Ron was shocked, “Why? Oh, right, him. Well, I suppose that’s all right then. But you don’t get to cancel all the time because of Malfoy.”
“Of course,” Harry replied. And he waved, as Ron turned right, while he and Malfoy went straight on. Dinner was a quiet affair, but the fighting picked up afterwards.
“Do you have to bait all of my friends?” Harry asked.
“It’s not like I see mine much,” Draco pointed out.
“Most of them aren’t in a great spot, Draco,” Harry pointed out, “it would be seen as bad for you.”
“I told you not to try to reform me,” the blond warned.
“I’m not! I just want to be able to hang out with my friends!” Harry shouted, “every time I see them, there’s a fight. You piss one of them off, if not more. I just want a good time with my friends! You aren’t the only person in my life!”
Draco rolled his eyes, “Yes, and your friends, being heroes, have more rights to see you than mine to me because they were actually concerned about living. Blaise fought. And so did many of the Slytherin girls.”
“Not Pansy. And Blaise was the only one of the boys to fight,” Harry pointed out.
“And Blaise thinks himself better than most anyone, so I don’t get to see him on that count?” Draco asked snappily.
“I…” Harry sighed, “I don’t have time for this. I’d like to have a private Floo call, so if you could just…do something about hearing.”
“When your head is in the fire, I can’t actually hear you, you know,” Draco pointed out with a chuckle.
“But you can hear where I’m calling,” Harry said.
“Oh my, will it be Weasley? Granger? Or perhaps Longbottom. My nerves can’t handle the suspense,” Draco retorted.
“Your nerves will have to deal. Do something about it,” Harry ordered.
Draco rolled his eyes, but went over to the couch, where he picked up a book on shield charm theory and waved his wand to create extremely loud music – classical – playing in the room. Harry could hardly hear himself think.
Satisfied, Harry went to the fireplace, “Headmistress’s office, Hogwarts.” The flames changed, so he knew he could stick his head in. It felt weird every time, but Harry was growing more used to it.
Suddenly, the office came in sharp definition, though the angle was a bit annoying. He could see her at the desk, working on some paperwork. “Prof – Headmistress McGonagall?” he asked.
She looked up, “Potter? What do you want?”
“If it’s not a problem,” Harry began, “I need to talk to Snape.”
“Professor Snape, if not Headmaster,” the portrait called out in the same voice of its late owner.
“Professor Snape,” Harry grumbled.
“Important business I presume,” she replied, “for you to oh-so-politely kick me out of my office? Well, you have some allowances these days for the service you did for us. Severus, fetch me when you are done." McGonagall stood with her scrolls and left. Harry specifically looked at the floor when she swept past the fireplace.
“Uh, Professor Snape,” Harry began but paused.
“What is it? I’m not any more telepathic dead than alive, Potter,” Snape threw out. “And I do not give you such special privileges as others deem it right to throw before you, as if your birth gives you right to them.”
“I did kill Voldemort, you know,” Harry pointed out.
“What is your business? I do not want to converse with you more than necessary,” the portrait ordered.
“It’s, er, Draco,” Harry began, “he’s bothering all my friends, and no matter how good an Auror he is, if he doesn’t learn to get along with them, the whole thing will be a failure.”
“The bond or the redemption?”
“Both,” Harry replied.
“Mm,” Snape considered it for a short time, “you’ll have to do what Lucius and I did.”
“Oh, what’s that?” Harry asked.
“Physical punishment of some sort: whipping, beating, or if you have some perverted pleasure neither his father or I had, spanking,” Snape replied matter of factly.
“Whip? I have to whip him?” Harry looked confused.
“Don’t look so unenthusiastic. After all these years, I’m sure it excites you. Anyway, yes, but not just the beating. You have to give it for the wrongdoing that you’re trying to fix – every time, no matter if it’s three times a day. And he has to know it and explain it to you,” Snape continued, as if he were talking about making a student clean cauldrons.
“Um,” Harry gulped, “That’s the only way?”
“You may thank his mother Narcissa for that,” Snape pointed out, “she spoils him so much that indeed it is the only way.”
“That’s going to be awkward,” Harry thought out loud.
“You’ll get used to it. He’ll need to get used to you, but it should happen smoothly,” Snape sounded confident.
“Why?”
“The bond, you stupid idiot. You’ve been marked the dominant one, so you have power over him. He will have to,” Snape explained in an overbearing tone.
“But that’s…like abuse,” Harry objected.
“He’ll consent.”
“Who would consent to that?”
“Draco.”
Harry shook his head, in shock.
“Is that it, Potter?” Snape snapped.
“Um, yeah, it is,” Harry replied, still out of it.
“Well, goodbye,” Snape ended it.
Harry pulled his head out and sat back on the floor in his living room. What a weird conversation. Beat Draco? Hit him? That was…wasn’t that wrong? And to even think Draco would consider agreeing…it was impossible. He didn’t realize it, but Harry stared at the blond, unsure how to think of him with that new information.
Draco waved his wand upon looking up, and the music disappeared. “I know I’m pretty, Harry, but that’s a bit too blatant of a stare for my taste,” he quipped.
“I was thinking – ” Harry began.
“Congratulations– ”
“- that if you behave and don’t piss off my friends, then I’ll tolerate having your friends over,” he finished.
“Define who I get to have over,” Draco pushed.
“Uh, Blaise for sure. Um, Pansy, if she stays on good behavior. She’s on probation, but those should only be in private. Goyle’s not going to be available for that, and it’d look bad if I took you to Azkaban. So not him. Is there anyone else you’d want?” Harry asked.
Draco thought about it for a minute, “I should keep connections with Daphne and Tracy, and at least say hello occasionally to Millicent, even if she’s impossible to socialize with. If this succeeds, they’re the people I’ll have to make friends with. I might as well start now.”
“Okay, that sounds fine,” Harry agreed.
“I sense some sort of catch,” Draco raised an eyebrow.
“Um, right,” Harry did not how to bring up what Snape had mentioned, “Well, I, uh, was, um…”
“Spit it out.”
“Snape,” Harry forced out, “I was talking to Snape.” His face felt like it was burning. Merlin, it was embarrassing even thinking about it. Neither of them said a word, and Harry looked off at the wallpaper, which Draco had redecorated.
After a few minutes, the blond spoke, “It works.”
Harry’s eyes shot up, and his mouth opened, “It does?!”
Draco nodded his head, his face a bit pale.
“Um, okay, so when you…get in a fight with my friends, I’ll do it to you?” Harry still couldn’t just…say it.
“Mmhmm,” Draco nodded, consenting, “That sounds…fine.”
Neither one said a thing the rest of the evening, just read or studied more for Auror training. When Harry yawned, their eyes met and silently agreed about bed. They brushed their teeth next to each other and faced away from each other for changing. Then they climbed into their respective beds and turned the lights off. Harry did not fall asleep for a few hours, and judging from the irregular breathing patterns from the other side of the room, neither did Draco.
To:
joanwilderAuthor/Artist:
silyaraPairing/Threesome: Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione (side), Neville/Luna (implied)
Rating: R (overall)
Warnings: EWE, dom/sub
Word count: 19500+ (overall)
Summary: Draco is assigned to help Harry and Hermione find the Grangers in Australia. But along the way, the two are bonded, which changes everything.
Chapter: 4 of 7
Disclaimer: I am simply playing. JKR has the rights.
Request: Slash, post-war fic, romance, sex toys, consensual BDSM, Dom/Sub roles, sex in odd locations, desperate!sex, forced magical bonding, claiming and marking, EWE, united begrudgingly by a purpose
Author’s Notes: First off, thank you to my beta, C. I tried to fit in as much of the request as I could, but the boys didn’t want to do everything. They had their own ideas, and I followed along for the ride. I enjoyed it, and I hope you will too.
“You’re adopting Malfoy?” Ginny roared, coming in through the Floo, where Harry and Draco sat across each other at the table drinking coffee, as well as other breakfast fare that Kreacher had made them.
“He’s been living here a couple months already, Gin,” Harry began to explain again, “And it’s not permanent. It’s a ministry program to help build up society again, rather than it always being splintered and fighting.”
“I’m not an orphan, if anything I’d be adopting Harry,” Malfoy quipped with a smirk, before a look from Harry shut him up. They would both have to pay something for Ginny’s anger when it spiked up, as it often had. She further tested them the most because she demanded having Harry to herself.
“No one’s talking to you, ferret face,” Ginny roared, and Harry then noticed her wand already in her hand.
“Gin – stop,” Harry tried to play as much of a peacekeeper as he could, “What is it you want?”
“I saw this!” she yelled, her anger directed back again at Harry. Her other hand threw the Daily Prophet on the table, which unfurled with a picture of the two taken outside Grimmauld. Kingsley had just announced the project when Auror training was about to begin (Draco had excelled in his NEWTS).
THE CHOSEN ONE ADOPTS DEATH EATER LUCIUS MALFOY’S SON FOR REDEMPTION
Harry didn’t read the article, which he was sure had been twisted in some way. “It’s not going to be forever, Gin, just for training. We’re going to be partners, and he’ll be living here. It’s not that huge a deal,” he replied, sighing.
“Can you part from your…pet project for a few minutes so we can have a private conversation?” Ginny demanded, again. Harry usually turned her down, but this time his eyes connected with Draco’s. They could last a few minutes. Harry wouldn’t let it last too long.
“Two minutes, Gin,” Harry sighed, waving Draco to leave. The latter took his coffee as well as the Prophet with him.
“Two minutes?” she shrieked, and Harry felt certain Draco could hear her anyway, “That’s all I’m worth to you now? I thought you actually were invested, actually wanted…something. You were there right afterwards when snogging and shagging was involved. Is that what it takes? Do I need to be willing to shag you in front of ferret face for you to want to be with me?”
“No, Gin,” Harry sighed, “It’s not that…”
“No normal wizard chooses to go this long without sex! You were gone for a couple months Down Under. And you’ve been back for months now, and we’ve barely snogged at all!” she accused him, jabbing her pointer finger of her free hand.
“I went for almost a year without seeing you,” Harry defended himself, “I think I’ve proven myself not to be some sex-obsessed teenager. Look, if you want more snogging and sex, you can say so. You don’t need to yell at me to bring that up.”
“Don’t you want to have sex with me? Do you not think I’m pretty enough for you now that you’re a hero?” She accused.
“I’ve always been considered a hero. You’re beautiful Gin, more so when you aren’t yelling at me,” Harry pointed out, trying his best to stay calm. She really tried his patience – almost as much as Draco did.
“So the fighting is my fault now? No, I don’t suppose the Chosen One could have anything to do with it. You’re too special to have such flaws. I just have to sit by and tolerate it as you replace me with Draco Malfoy,” Ginny spit out the last words with disgust.
“Replace?” Harry looked confused.
“He sleeps in your room! You’re always together. None of us can visit you without him being there. I’m the girlfriend. Shouldn’t I be the one always there, rather than Malfoy?”
Harry felt certain Draco could hear it. And the distance was getting painful. Standing, Harry moved to get more coffee, which was near the door, and reclined against the wall. There, that was a bit better. “Even if this program wasn’t happening, I doubt we’d be living together Gin. Your mother would never approve, and we’ve just begun really dating. You hardly saw me without Ron and Hermione before, and I don’t see how in regards to us dating Draco could possibly be worse than Ron. Ron’s your older brother. And a very protective one I might point out,” Harry replied, slightly amused.
“You’re laughing at me?” Ginny accused, “Look, I’m tired of always being last. Saving the world I get. That is really important. But saving Draco Malfoy? I should be higher on the list than that, but clearly I’m not. So it’s over Harry. I’m tired of being second string.”
His jaw dropped, “What?! That’s ridiculous! Would you dump me for being an Auror? This is hardly any different!”
“It’s your entire bloody life!” she yelled, “Goodbye!” She sent a hex his way, which he ducked, and when Harry straightened up, Ginny was gone.
“Damn it,” he swore quietly as Draco made his way back into the room.
“Good riddance,” he commented and took a sip of coffee.
“What?” Harry roared, his anger still fresh, “I love her!”
“Really? If you really loved her, you would have told her the truth as a way to beg her to stay. Then she might think you a complete git but not ranking me above her. By the way, thanks for that. I appreciate it, even if I don’t have breasts for you to grope,” Draco smirked.
“Ungrateful smarmy bastard!” Harry shouted, “you’re driving all my friends away!”
“You seem to be able to tolerate me. They should too,” Draco shrugged, “not my fault if Won-Won can’t take a few jokes.”
“He’s dating Hermione now, you know,” Harry pointed out. Draco made a ‘and?’ face. “That bothers both of them. And Hermione is doing you a lot of favors to try to keep people off our backs. If you could at least drop that for her sake.”
Draco rolled his eyes, “It’s just a joke.”
“A mean one.”
“None of you would have lasted a week in Slytherin,” Draco laughed.
“I’m serious!” Harry shouted, “Look, we have the first day of training. We’ll talk about this later.”
Draco shrugged nonchalantly, and they left for training, which was to be spent testing them in every area possible of Auror training to find their strengths and weaknesses. Harry found it awfully annoying and boring. To most people’s surprise – though not Harry or Draco’s – he was not the superstar of the class. At the end of the day, when the results were posted from having been immediately graded, Draco Malfoy and Michael Corner were at the top of the list, though Harry was decently in the upper half.
Ron grumbled at being near the bottom, but Harry wasn’t too concerned, “You missed half the classes for NEWTs. It’s expected you’ll be a bit weaker.”
“You’re decent, mate,” Ron pointed out.
“Yes, but I’ve had a bit more…experience than you, that’s all,” Harry pointed out, trying to stay modest.
“Yes, Weasley here hasn’t vanquished any dark lords,” Draco quipped from Harry’s other side.
Harry suppressed a laugh for Ron’s sake, “You know I’d have partnered with you, if it weren’t for the program and all, right Ron?”
“Of course, mate,” Ron sighed, “Maybe I should meet that Michael Corner guy. Neville said he was pretty active in the DA. I never knew he was so good in everything.”
“He is a Ravenclaw,” Draco pointed out with a chuckle, “can’t expect him to come in under-prepared.”
“And I suppose all the Dark Arts you grew up with is why you’re up there, Malfoy?” Ron sniggered back.
“Oh of course. Have to learn how to beat other evil bastards if you want to be the best one,” Draco replied sarcastically.
“I’m serious, Malfoy,” Ron glowered.
“So am I, Weasley. There will be plenty of work for us to do. Death Eaters and other evil doers are going to be fighting to take You-Know-Who’s spot while the Ministry is still weak,” his piercing grey eyes looked over.
“I suppose your father will be leading one of the factions,” Ron snorted as the three of them left the building.
“If he were, I wouldn’t be here. I have no desire to duel him,” Draco held his own.
“Whatever. Harry, do you want to come over for dinner?” Ron changed the conversation.
“Will Ginny be there?” he asked cautiously. They were soon reaching the point they would break ways.
“Yes,” Ron replied, “you guys can have some time together, though no sneaking off. I have an eye on you.”
“Oh, well, no then,” Harry replied awkwardly, “I doubt she’ll want to see me.”
“What?” Ron looked confused.
“She dumped me this morning,” Harry shrugged.
“Blimey,” Ron was shocked, “Why? Oh, right, him. Well, I suppose that’s all right then. But you don’t get to cancel all the time because of Malfoy.”
“Of course,” Harry replied. And he waved, as Ron turned right, while he and Malfoy went straight on. Dinner was a quiet affair, but the fighting picked up afterwards.
“Do you have to bait all of my friends?” Harry asked.
“It’s not like I see mine much,” Draco pointed out.
“Most of them aren’t in a great spot, Draco,” Harry pointed out, “it would be seen as bad for you.”
“I told you not to try to reform me,” the blond warned.
“I’m not! I just want to be able to hang out with my friends!” Harry shouted, “every time I see them, there’s a fight. You piss one of them off, if not more. I just want a good time with my friends! You aren’t the only person in my life!”
Draco rolled his eyes, “Yes, and your friends, being heroes, have more rights to see you than mine to me because they were actually concerned about living. Blaise fought. And so did many of the Slytherin girls.”
“Not Pansy. And Blaise was the only one of the boys to fight,” Harry pointed out.
“And Blaise thinks himself better than most anyone, so I don’t get to see him on that count?” Draco asked snappily.
“I…” Harry sighed, “I don’t have time for this. I’d like to have a private Floo call, so if you could just…do something about hearing.”
“When your head is in the fire, I can’t actually hear you, you know,” Draco pointed out with a chuckle.
“But you can hear where I’m calling,” Harry said.
“Oh my, will it be Weasley? Granger? Or perhaps Longbottom. My nerves can’t handle the suspense,” Draco retorted.
“Your nerves will have to deal. Do something about it,” Harry ordered.
Draco rolled his eyes, but went over to the couch, where he picked up a book on shield charm theory and waved his wand to create extremely loud music – classical – playing in the room. Harry could hardly hear himself think.
Satisfied, Harry went to the fireplace, “Headmistress’s office, Hogwarts.” The flames changed, so he knew he could stick his head in. It felt weird every time, but Harry was growing more used to it.
Suddenly, the office came in sharp definition, though the angle was a bit annoying. He could see her at the desk, working on some paperwork. “Prof – Headmistress McGonagall?” he asked.
She looked up, “Potter? What do you want?”
“If it’s not a problem,” Harry began, “I need to talk to Snape.”
“Professor Snape, if not Headmaster,” the portrait called out in the same voice of its late owner.
“Professor Snape,” Harry grumbled.
“Important business I presume,” she replied, “for you to oh-so-politely kick me out of my office? Well, you have some allowances these days for the service you did for us. Severus, fetch me when you are done." McGonagall stood with her scrolls and left. Harry specifically looked at the floor when she swept past the fireplace.
“Uh, Professor Snape,” Harry began but paused.
“What is it? I’m not any more telepathic dead than alive, Potter,” Snape threw out. “And I do not give you such special privileges as others deem it right to throw before you, as if your birth gives you right to them.”
“I did kill Voldemort, you know,” Harry pointed out.
“What is your business? I do not want to converse with you more than necessary,” the portrait ordered.
“It’s, er, Draco,” Harry began, “he’s bothering all my friends, and no matter how good an Auror he is, if he doesn’t learn to get along with them, the whole thing will be a failure.”
“The bond or the redemption?”
“Both,” Harry replied.
“Mm,” Snape considered it for a short time, “you’ll have to do what Lucius and I did.”
“Oh, what’s that?” Harry asked.
“Physical punishment of some sort: whipping, beating, or if you have some perverted pleasure neither his father or I had, spanking,” Snape replied matter of factly.
“Whip? I have to whip him?” Harry looked confused.
“Don’t look so unenthusiastic. After all these years, I’m sure it excites you. Anyway, yes, but not just the beating. You have to give it for the wrongdoing that you’re trying to fix – every time, no matter if it’s three times a day. And he has to know it and explain it to you,” Snape continued, as if he were talking about making a student clean cauldrons.
“Um,” Harry gulped, “That’s the only way?”
“You may thank his mother Narcissa for that,” Snape pointed out, “she spoils him so much that indeed it is the only way.”
“That’s going to be awkward,” Harry thought out loud.
“You’ll get used to it. He’ll need to get used to you, but it should happen smoothly,” Snape sounded confident.
“Why?”
“The bond, you stupid idiot. You’ve been marked the dominant one, so you have power over him. He will have to,” Snape explained in an overbearing tone.
“But that’s…like abuse,” Harry objected.
“He’ll consent.”
“Who would consent to that?”
“Draco.”
Harry shook his head, in shock.
“Is that it, Potter?” Snape snapped.
“Um, yeah, it is,” Harry replied, still out of it.
“Well, goodbye,” Snape ended it.
Harry pulled his head out and sat back on the floor in his living room. What a weird conversation. Beat Draco? Hit him? That was…wasn’t that wrong? And to even think Draco would consider agreeing…it was impossible. He didn’t realize it, but Harry stared at the blond, unsure how to think of him with that new information.
Draco waved his wand upon looking up, and the music disappeared. “I know I’m pretty, Harry, but that’s a bit too blatant of a stare for my taste,” he quipped.
“I was thinking – ” Harry began.
“Congratulations– ”
“- that if you behave and don’t piss off my friends, then I’ll tolerate having your friends over,” he finished.
“Define who I get to have over,” Draco pushed.
“Uh, Blaise for sure. Um, Pansy, if she stays on good behavior. She’s on probation, but those should only be in private. Goyle’s not going to be available for that, and it’d look bad if I took you to Azkaban. So not him. Is there anyone else you’d want?” Harry asked.
Draco thought about it for a minute, “I should keep connections with Daphne and Tracy, and at least say hello occasionally to Millicent, even if she’s impossible to socialize with. If this succeeds, they’re the people I’ll have to make friends with. I might as well start now.”
“Okay, that sounds fine,” Harry agreed.
“I sense some sort of catch,” Draco raised an eyebrow.
“Um, right,” Harry did not how to bring up what Snape had mentioned, “Well, I, uh, was, um…”
“Spit it out.”
“Snape,” Harry forced out, “I was talking to Snape.” His face felt like it was burning. Merlin, it was embarrassing even thinking about it. Neither of them said a word, and Harry looked off at the wallpaper, which Draco had redecorated.
After a few minutes, the blond spoke, “It works.”
Harry’s eyes shot up, and his mouth opened, “It does?!”
Draco nodded his head, his face a bit pale.
“Um, okay, so when you…get in a fight with my friends, I’ll do it to you?” Harry still couldn’t just…say it.
“Mmhmm,” Draco nodded, consenting, “That sounds…fine.”
Neither one said a thing the rest of the evening, just read or studied more for Auror training. When Harry yawned, their eyes met and silently agreed about bed. They brushed their teeth next to each other and faced away from each other for changing. Then they climbed into their respective beds and turned the lights off. Harry did not fall asleep for a few hours, and judging from the irregular breathing patterns from the other side of the room, neither did Draco.
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Date: 2008-06-29 03:16 pm (UTC)