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Title: Harry Potter and the Lost Grimiore 2/?
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Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2000
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sptemberfalls90
Summary: Harry attends a post-Hogwarts University where he learns not only of magic, but also of love and of a new kind of evil threatening the wizarding world.
The range of classes available at the university was certainly broader than it had been at Hogwarts. Harry had been pouring over the daunting list for hours, trying to decide which classes he might like and do well in. He would have managed put this task off yet again, had Hermione not been badgering him about putting everything off until the last minute.
Harry laid the list down on the bed as he tried to think of which classes he’d enjoyed most at Hogwarts. He’d excelled in Defense Against the Dark Arts and had also enjoyed Care of Magical Creatures, but those wouldn’t make his decision any easier. Advanced DADA was a required course at the university. Care of Magical Creatures had only been fun because it gave him, Ron and Hermione an opportunity to enjoy Hagrid’s company. It was hard to tell if he actually enjoyed working with magical creatures, considering the dangerous and ugly animals Hagrid had always introduced.
The university had a wide selection of Potions classes available, ranging in topics from Healing Potions, to Love Potions, to Potion Creation Theory. He’d loathed Potions at Hogwarts, but mostly because of Snape. In sixth year, when Slughorn taught the class, Harry had actually enjoyed it; but then again, he’d also had the Half-blood Prince’s book that year… Harry decided to sign up for other classes first, and then if he had room left, perhaps he would try a Potions course.
After he’d mulled over the list of classes and class descriptions for about another hour, Harry had selected five classes, the minimum required, and decided that that would be enough for his first year. One of the first classes he’d chosen was Magical Lore and Legend: ‘students will investigate both popular and rarely told, ancient legends concerning mages and magical objects, often considered fantasy, but whose roots may be buried in reality,’ the description had said. Harry was intrigued, and thought the class might give him an opportunity to play detective, while the term ‘ancient’ assured him that he wouldn’t have to deal with anything concerning Voldemort or Death Eaters.
He had also signed up for Runic Spells, Magical Gemology, Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Intro to Love Potions. That last choice made Harry blush, but he thought he might be of more use to Fred and George’s shop if he learned to make some useful potions for love and lust—the twins had mentioned that those sold well.
Just as he was began gathering his school papers to put back in their envelope, a knock came at the door.
“Harry, can I come in?” It was Ginny.
Harry sighed, letting his head fall back against the headboard. “Of course,” he said, trying to sound pleasant.
Ginny opened the door and went straight to the bed, climbing onto Harry’s lap as he laid the envelope on the nightstand. “You’ve been avoiding me all day,” she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“I know. I mean I haven’t been,” he said, quickly correcting him. “I just wanted to finally choose my classes and get all that out of the way.”
Ginny scowled at the ivory envelop, decorated with the Gwydionian University of Magic Crest. “Do you have to go to that stupid school?”
“No,” said Harry. “But I think I want to.”
“But then we’ll hardly get to see each other—and I don’t want to go, so I won’t be joining you there in a year, either.” Harry thanked God for that. He looked at her and saw that she was pouted. Well fuck… he had to tell her sooner or later, so he might as well do it now.
“Ginny, I have to tell you something,” he began tentatively—but wait. He was going away to school in less than a month anyway. And like she’d said, they’d barely see each other. Maybe while they were apart, she’d meet someone at Hogwarts, and spare him the trouble of breaking up with him…
“Yes, Harry?” Harry felt his stomach turn. She looked like she thought he was going to propose.
“We’ll get through this somehow,” he said, deciding not to break up with her right then after all. “If we love each other, some time apart won’t come in between us…”
“Oh Harry!” She said, hugging him tight. “You’re so sweet.” He patted her back gently, berating himself for talking himself out of dumping her yet again.
*****
The day they chose to go shopping for school supplies in Diagon Alley was bright and warm. Not a single cloud tainted the turquoise sky. Harry was reminded of his first visit there, with Hagrid. Everything had seemed so magical and new. He was used to the magic now, but the feeling of buying supplies for his first year at a school he didn’t know existed up until a few months earlier was the same as it had been seven years ago.
Their first stop was Gringotts. Harry took enough Galleons out of his vault to pay for all of his school supplies and anything else he would need to buy until Winter Break. He heard Mrs. Weasley quietly muttering her woes as she withdrew money for Ron, who was looking guilty and unhappy. Harry would have offered to help them out, but he’d already learned that they wouldn’t accept his money.
Madam Malkin’s was their next stop. Much to Harry’s surprise, his heart skipped a beat as he remembered his first meeting with Draco Malfoy. He would never have thought that the blond boy with the pointed chin would one day become the object of his most erotic dreams.
Hermione chattered away happily about how exciting their experience at school would surely be as she was fitted for her robe, while Ron tried on the selection of used robes, quickly becoming angry that they were all too short. Harry was glad when they finally paid for their robes—he was getting sick of sitting in Madam Malkin’s ship listening to both his friends.
Harry realized, as they were buying their books at Flourish and Blott’s, that he had never noticed the university students buying their books. He had always just assumed that they were older Hogwarts students. Now that he recognized the books some people were picking as some of those on his own list, he knew that they would be his fellow students at the university.
They also had to buy ink, parchment and quills. When all this was done the trio stopped for ice cream to relax and cool down. Harry ordered a cone with two scoops, one chocolate, and the other cherry.
“How many classes are you taking, Hermione?” asked Ron, whose eyes had grown wide as he obviously just noticed tall stack of books.
“A fair few.”
Both Ron and Harry rolled their eyes. Harry wondered if she would need to use a time turner again.
*****
“Who was Gwydion?” Harry asked, as they sat eating pumpkin pasties aboard the Gwydionian express.
“Harry!” said Hermione incredulously. “You’re taking a class in magical lore and you don’t even know who Gwydion is?”
“If I knew everything I wouldn’t need to take the class,” said Harry, and though he sounded irate he felt stupid.
“He was the Welsh god of magic and enchantment. He was a great wizard, but an ambiguous character. Some of his deeds were far from noble. Makes me wonder why they named the school after him.”
Ron shrugged. “Well, it’s not like he was evil or anything.” Harry decided not to ask any more questions for fear of getting a long lecture from Hermione, who had already buried her nose in a book. Instead, he closed his eyes, hoping to fit in a quick nap before they arrived at the school.
Under his fingertips, Draco’s body felt like steel covered in satin. He was feverishly hot as he arched up into Harry’s touch. Harry’s lips grazed the vanilla-spice scented skin of his lover’s neck, his hand sliding up the leg wrapped around his waist. He whispered something in Parseltongue that made Draco moan and his muscles clamp down on Harry’s cock…
“Harry, wake up!”
Harry opened his eyes, and it took him a while to remember that he was on the train going to school.
“You were hissing something,” said Ron, looking at him suspiciously. Harry was glad he had fallen asleep with a box of sugar mice on his lap—at least his erection wasn’t obvious.
Hermione tossed Harry his robe. “You need to change. We’re going to arrive in just a few minutes.”
Harry didn’t like the way Ron and Hermione were looking at him in concern, as if whatever he’d been dreaming was caused by a mental condition resulting from his fight with Voldemort. ‘If only they knew what I was really dreaming about. Then they’d really be worried.’ Harry had to smile.
*****
The carriages that took the students from the station to the school were led by Thestrals, which didn’t surprise Harry. It was dark, but they could see the outline of the castle growing larger as they came increasingly closer. It was larger than Hogwarts, almost by half.
They carriages brought right up to the castle gate, where they got off, leaving their trunks behind. Harry had been expecting to hear someone calling, “First years, this way,” but nothing of the sort occurred. All the first year students simply followed the older students to the castle entrance.
The floor columns of the expansive entrance hall were made of the black and white marble. Lanterns hanging along the walls gave a warm, orange light. Sounds of awe filled the air. The interior of this castle was definitely more extravagant than that of Hogwarts, and Harry wasn’t surprised, what with the expensive tuition. They followed the older students up the staircase and entered a room that was presumable the school’s Great Hall. It was only slightly bigger than Hogwarts’ Great Hall. There were seven long tables for students, and one— which occupied the entire width of the hall—for the faculty.
All the students seemed to be sitting wherever they pleased; Harry and Ron followed Hermione to the front of the center table.
A few minutes later, after everyone had taken there seats, the wizard who’d been sitting at the high seat of the faculty stood. “Welcome to the Gwydionian University of Magic!” he said, beaming at the students. “I am professor Griswold, your Headmaster…”
Harry didn’t hear the rest of what Griswold was saying. He’d become so used to the idea that a headmaster should be a very old man with silver hair and a beard, that the sight of his new headmaster whose only sign of age were the fine lines framing his mouth, shocked him.
A delicious smell alerted Harry to the presence of food, and he began to pile roast beef and potatoes onto his plate.
“I wonder if we’ll be roommates,” Ron said with a mouthful of food.
“Doubtful,” said the girl seating next to Ron. She had black, curly hair and eyes the color of the sky. “They like to encourage us to make new friends and tend to pair us up with people we’d otherwise be unlikely to befriend. I’m Mimosa. It’s my second year here,” she said, smiling at Ron. Harry noticed that Hermione was scowling at the girl, although it appeared to Harry that Mimosa was being friendly, not flirty.
When they had all had their of supper and desert, Griswold stood again. “I have just a few more words before we say goodnight. Each of you will find, in front of you, your assigned room numbers, as well as your roommate’s name and contact information,” small packets of papers appeared in front of each student as he spoke, “…as well as a school map, and instructions on how sign up for Quidditch tryouts. Good night to you all!”
Harry looked down at the parchment in front of him and nearly fainted.
Room #: 374
Roommate: Draco Malfoy
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Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2000
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sptemberfalls90Summary: Harry attends a post-Hogwarts University where he learns not only of magic, but also of love and of a new kind of evil threatening the wizarding world.
The range of classes available at the university was certainly broader than it had been at Hogwarts. Harry had been pouring over the daunting list for hours, trying to decide which classes he might like and do well in. He would have managed put this task off yet again, had Hermione not been badgering him about putting everything off until the last minute.
Harry laid the list down on the bed as he tried to think of which classes he’d enjoyed most at Hogwarts. He’d excelled in Defense Against the Dark Arts and had also enjoyed Care of Magical Creatures, but those wouldn’t make his decision any easier. Advanced DADA was a required course at the university. Care of Magical Creatures had only been fun because it gave him, Ron and Hermione an opportunity to enjoy Hagrid’s company. It was hard to tell if he actually enjoyed working with magical creatures, considering the dangerous and ugly animals Hagrid had always introduced.
The university had a wide selection of Potions classes available, ranging in topics from Healing Potions, to Love Potions, to Potion Creation Theory. He’d loathed Potions at Hogwarts, but mostly because of Snape. In sixth year, when Slughorn taught the class, Harry had actually enjoyed it; but then again, he’d also had the Half-blood Prince’s book that year… Harry decided to sign up for other classes first, and then if he had room left, perhaps he would try a Potions course.
After he’d mulled over the list of classes and class descriptions for about another hour, Harry had selected five classes, the minimum required, and decided that that would be enough for his first year. One of the first classes he’d chosen was Magical Lore and Legend: ‘students will investigate both popular and rarely told, ancient legends concerning mages and magical objects, often considered fantasy, but whose roots may be buried in reality,’ the description had said. Harry was intrigued, and thought the class might give him an opportunity to play detective, while the term ‘ancient’ assured him that he wouldn’t have to deal with anything concerning Voldemort or Death Eaters.
He had also signed up for Runic Spells, Magical Gemology, Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Intro to Love Potions. That last choice made Harry blush, but he thought he might be of more use to Fred and George’s shop if he learned to make some useful potions for love and lust—the twins had mentioned that those sold well.
Just as he was began gathering his school papers to put back in their envelope, a knock came at the door.
“Harry, can I come in?” It was Ginny.
Harry sighed, letting his head fall back against the headboard. “Of course,” he said, trying to sound pleasant.
Ginny opened the door and went straight to the bed, climbing onto Harry’s lap as he laid the envelope on the nightstand. “You’ve been avoiding me all day,” she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“I know. I mean I haven’t been,” he said, quickly correcting him. “I just wanted to finally choose my classes and get all that out of the way.”
Ginny scowled at the ivory envelop, decorated with the Gwydionian University of Magic Crest. “Do you have to go to that stupid school?”
“No,” said Harry. “But I think I want to.”
“But then we’ll hardly get to see each other—and I don’t want to go, so I won’t be joining you there in a year, either.” Harry thanked God for that. He looked at her and saw that she was pouted. Well fuck… he had to tell her sooner or later, so he might as well do it now.
“Ginny, I have to tell you something,” he began tentatively—but wait. He was going away to school in less than a month anyway. And like she’d said, they’d barely see each other. Maybe while they were apart, she’d meet someone at Hogwarts, and spare him the trouble of breaking up with him…
“Yes, Harry?” Harry felt his stomach turn. She looked like she thought he was going to propose.
“We’ll get through this somehow,” he said, deciding not to break up with her right then after all. “If we love each other, some time apart won’t come in between us…”
“Oh Harry!” She said, hugging him tight. “You’re so sweet.” He patted her back gently, berating himself for talking himself out of dumping her yet again.
*****
The day they chose to go shopping for school supplies in Diagon Alley was bright and warm. Not a single cloud tainted the turquoise sky. Harry was reminded of his first visit there, with Hagrid. Everything had seemed so magical and new. He was used to the magic now, but the feeling of buying supplies for his first year at a school he didn’t know existed up until a few months earlier was the same as it had been seven years ago.
Their first stop was Gringotts. Harry took enough Galleons out of his vault to pay for all of his school supplies and anything else he would need to buy until Winter Break. He heard Mrs. Weasley quietly muttering her woes as she withdrew money for Ron, who was looking guilty and unhappy. Harry would have offered to help them out, but he’d already learned that they wouldn’t accept his money.
Madam Malkin’s was their next stop. Much to Harry’s surprise, his heart skipped a beat as he remembered his first meeting with Draco Malfoy. He would never have thought that the blond boy with the pointed chin would one day become the object of his most erotic dreams.
Hermione chattered away happily about how exciting their experience at school would surely be as she was fitted for her robe, while Ron tried on the selection of used robes, quickly becoming angry that they were all too short. Harry was glad when they finally paid for their robes—he was getting sick of sitting in Madam Malkin’s ship listening to both his friends.
Harry realized, as they were buying their books at Flourish and Blott’s, that he had never noticed the university students buying their books. He had always just assumed that they were older Hogwarts students. Now that he recognized the books some people were picking as some of those on his own list, he knew that they would be his fellow students at the university.
They also had to buy ink, parchment and quills. When all this was done the trio stopped for ice cream to relax and cool down. Harry ordered a cone with two scoops, one chocolate, and the other cherry.
“How many classes are you taking, Hermione?” asked Ron, whose eyes had grown wide as he obviously just noticed tall stack of books.
“A fair few.”
Both Ron and Harry rolled their eyes. Harry wondered if she would need to use a time turner again.
*****
“Who was Gwydion?” Harry asked, as they sat eating pumpkin pasties aboard the Gwydionian express.
“Harry!” said Hermione incredulously. “You’re taking a class in magical lore and you don’t even know who Gwydion is?”
“If I knew everything I wouldn’t need to take the class,” said Harry, and though he sounded irate he felt stupid.
“He was the Welsh god of magic and enchantment. He was a great wizard, but an ambiguous character. Some of his deeds were far from noble. Makes me wonder why they named the school after him.”
Ron shrugged. “Well, it’s not like he was evil or anything.” Harry decided not to ask any more questions for fear of getting a long lecture from Hermione, who had already buried her nose in a book. Instead, he closed his eyes, hoping to fit in a quick nap before they arrived at the school.
Under his fingertips, Draco’s body felt like steel covered in satin. He was feverishly hot as he arched up into Harry’s touch. Harry’s lips grazed the vanilla-spice scented skin of his lover’s neck, his hand sliding up the leg wrapped around his waist. He whispered something in Parseltongue that made Draco moan and his muscles clamp down on Harry’s cock…
“Harry, wake up!”
Harry opened his eyes, and it took him a while to remember that he was on the train going to school.
“You were hissing something,” said Ron, looking at him suspiciously. Harry was glad he had fallen asleep with a box of sugar mice on his lap—at least his erection wasn’t obvious.
Hermione tossed Harry his robe. “You need to change. We’re going to arrive in just a few minutes.”
Harry didn’t like the way Ron and Hermione were looking at him in concern, as if whatever he’d been dreaming was caused by a mental condition resulting from his fight with Voldemort. ‘If only they knew what I was really dreaming about. Then they’d really be worried.’ Harry had to smile.
*****
The carriages that took the students from the station to the school were led by Thestrals, which didn’t surprise Harry. It was dark, but they could see the outline of the castle growing larger as they came increasingly closer. It was larger than Hogwarts, almost by half.
They carriages brought right up to the castle gate, where they got off, leaving their trunks behind. Harry had been expecting to hear someone calling, “First years, this way,” but nothing of the sort occurred. All the first year students simply followed the older students to the castle entrance.
The floor columns of the expansive entrance hall were made of the black and white marble. Lanterns hanging along the walls gave a warm, orange light. Sounds of awe filled the air. The interior of this castle was definitely more extravagant than that of Hogwarts, and Harry wasn’t surprised, what with the expensive tuition. They followed the older students up the staircase and entered a room that was presumable the school’s Great Hall. It was only slightly bigger than Hogwarts’ Great Hall. There were seven long tables for students, and one— which occupied the entire width of the hall—for the faculty.
All the students seemed to be sitting wherever they pleased; Harry and Ron followed Hermione to the front of the center table.
A few minutes later, after everyone had taken there seats, the wizard who’d been sitting at the high seat of the faculty stood. “Welcome to the Gwydionian University of Magic!” he said, beaming at the students. “I am professor Griswold, your Headmaster…”
Harry didn’t hear the rest of what Griswold was saying. He’d become so used to the idea that a headmaster should be a very old man with silver hair and a beard, that the sight of his new headmaster whose only sign of age were the fine lines framing his mouth, shocked him.
A delicious smell alerted Harry to the presence of food, and he began to pile roast beef and potatoes onto his plate.
“I wonder if we’ll be roommates,” Ron said with a mouthful of food.
“Doubtful,” said the girl seating next to Ron. She had black, curly hair and eyes the color of the sky. “They like to encourage us to make new friends and tend to pair us up with people we’d otherwise be unlikely to befriend. I’m Mimosa. It’s my second year here,” she said, smiling at Ron. Harry noticed that Hermione was scowling at the girl, although it appeared to Harry that Mimosa was being friendly, not flirty.
When they had all had their of supper and desert, Griswold stood again. “I have just a few more words before we say goodnight. Each of you will find, in front of you, your assigned room numbers, as well as your roommate’s name and contact information,” small packets of papers appeared in front of each student as he spoke, “…as well as a school map, and instructions on how sign up for Quidditch tryouts. Good night to you all!”
Harry looked down at the parchment in front of him and nearly fainted.
Room #: 374
Roommate: Draco Malfoy
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Oh my god. I don't know how you write all this stuff, but it's all adsfoiausdofiu amazing. Teeheehee...
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And wow, I'm really liking the 'world' you're creating here!
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uh oh! do i smell foreshadowing????
“How many classes are you taking, Hermione?” asked Ron, whose eyes had grown wide as he obviously just noticed tall stack of books.
“A fair few.”
nice canon-touch!
“You were hissing something,” said Ron, looking at him suspiciously.
hahahahha!
Sexy slytherin's still bring out the parseltongue in Harry, I see. :wink:
Room #: 374
Roommate: Draco Malfoy
and debauchery ensues!!!
LOVING this so far!
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ps- love the story!
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Great end!
Hahaha excelent, I loved this part. You have my attention now, can I friend you? so i can keep reading this story and your other stories
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This will be good! Wanna see how Harry will handle to wake up and sleep in the same room with Draco. Will be veeeereh interesting ;)
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More!
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can't wait for more!
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Loved that you made Harry eat chocolate and CHERRY ice-cream.
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And I smell drama involving the lovely Mimosa (cute name, btw).
*loves*
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^_______^
*runs on over to chapter 3*