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dripping_cherryTitle: Harry Potter and the Lost Grimiore
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dripping_cherry
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1800ish
Beta:sptemberfalls90
Summary: Harry attends a post-Hogwarts University where he learns not only of magic, but of love and of a new kind of evil threatening the wizarding world.
In his sixth year at Hogwarts, Harry had loved it when she sat on his lap like this, clasping his hand with warm fingers and guiding it underneath her shirt. But now, he didn’t even feel slightly elated as he cupped her soft breast and parted his lips, allowing her eager tongue to slip between them. Harry closed his eyes, wishing that someone would walk into the room and interrupt, as had, thankfully, often happened during his current stay at the Burrow. Harry hated having to rely on interruptions to rescue him from Ginny’s advances, but whenever he had the chance tell her the truth, he couldn’t find the right words.
Suddenly, there came a quiet knock at the door. “Ginny, are you in there?” asked Ron’s voice. “Mum wants you to come to the kitchen.”
“Ugh,” said Ginny, rolling her eyes. “I’m really sorry about this, Harry. It happens every time…”
“It’s okay,” Harry replied quickly, managing a smile. “I’m a bit tired, actually.
“Alright.” She gave him a friendly peck on the lips. “Maybe we’ll have better luck tomorrow.”
“Yeah…”
Ginny gave him yet another, lingering look as she opened the door. Once the door closed again, Harry sighed in relief, though the tension he felt at knowing that his situation with Ginny had yet to be resolved didn’t dissipate.
Harry was too frustrated to bother changing into his pajamas before flinging back the covers of his bed and crawling in. As he rested his head against the pillow, Harry secretly wished for the dreams he’d been having all summer to recur: dreams of smooth, pale skin and silky, blonde hair, dreams that left him with sticky boxer shorts and flushed cheeks in the morning.
******
Harry didn’t have the slightest clue why he’d begun having erotic dreams about Malfoy. He’d always liked girls, and the fact that touching a boy could excite him, even if it were in his dreams, left him utterly confused. And Malfoy—Harry couldn’t come up with an explanation for why he’d be having such dreams about him of all people. He hadn’t even seen Malfoy in over a year. The Slytherin had never returned to Hogwarts for his seventh year.
All Harry knew about what happened to Malfoy since the last time he’d seen him was that he’d not been found guilty of any crime, much to the shock and disappointment of most of the wizarding community. Harry himself had had mixed feelings about the result of Draco’s trial. Part of him wanted to see Malfoy punished for Dumbledore’s death, even if Snape had been the one to finish the job. Yet another part of him felt sympathy for Malfoy, given his situation.
When Harry heard some students at Hogwarts saying that Malfoy had gone to another school, he didn’t consider it worth his while to wonder about whether or not the rumor was true. He didn’t care about Malfoy, or at least that’s what he thought until he started having these dreams.
“Harry, your food’s going to get cold,” Hermione said snapping Harry back to reality. Harry had completely forgotten about eating.
“Are you okay?” asked Ron.
“I’m fine,” said Harry, wishing everyone would stop looking at him. Thankfully, a small group of owls flew in through the window, drawing their attention away from Harry.
One of the three owls landed on the table in front of Harry, holding a letter in its beak. The other letters were for Ron and Hermione. Harry patted the tawny owl and began opening the envelope.
Mr. Harry Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been selected for admission to the Gwydionian University of Magic. Attached is a list of classes available to first year students. Please fill out and return the registration form by July 31st. Term begins September 1st.
Sincerely,
Taliesin Griswold
“There’s a university of magic?” Asked Ron, voicing Harry’s thoughts. Mrs. Weasley put her hand on her hips while her jaw dropped in shock. The twins and Ginny laughed, while Hermione rolled her eyes.
“I don’t know how you two got accepted to the university, considering you didn’t even know it exists,” she said, putting her letter neatly back into her envelope and she stood from the table. She turned her back on them end went upstairs, shaking her head in disbelief. Ron looked at Harry and shrugged.
“How about a game of Quidditch to celebrate?” asked Mr. Weasley, looking around excitedly at his kids and Harry. With Charlie, Bill and Fluer over to visit, there were enough people for a decent game.
“Yeah,” said Harry, joining the chorus of positive responses. Everyone pushed back their plates and rushed outside, leaving behind an irritated Mrs. Weasley.
Harry mounted his Firebolt and soared off into the air to practice some stunts while waiting for the Snitch to be released. He was glad to get his mind off the letter for the moment. He was already confused about what he wanted to do with his future as it was. Quidditch always made everything better, though.
The feel of the wind against his face as he rushed after the Snitch was exhilarating and cleared his mind of unwanted thoughts. The only thing that annoyed him was the way Ginny kept on flirting with him, brushing her body against his as the chased after the Snitch, winking and smiling. He tried not to let it get to him, nor to think about when he’d finally gather up the courage to tell her he didn’t think they were right for each other.
Harry remembered how Malfoy had always looked while playing Quidditch. His pointed face set in concentration, stormy eyes flitted this way and that as he looked for any sign of the golden ball. He remembered the smile whenever he did catch the Snitch, though it had never happened when Slytherin played against Gryffindor. It was the only time Harry had ever seen a genuine smile on Malfoy’s face. Now that he thought of it, it had looked much more pleasant than his usual sneer.
Harry was brought back to reality by a bat tapping him gently on the head. “Nice going, mate,” said George. When Harry looked at him, confused, he pointed off to the side. Harry followed with his eyes to see Ginny holding up the Snitch.
“What’s wrong with you, Harry?” Ron whined. “You weren’t even looking for it.”
“Looks like he’s in love,” teased George.
“He’s been in love, but he still always managed until now.” Ron flew away swiftly, clearly annoyed. George winked at Harry with what seemed to him like understanding and followed. This unnerved Harry slightly. He wondered if George knew it wasn’t his sister he was always thinking about. ‘Do I talk in my sleep?’ he thought as he lowered his broom to the ground.
*****
Harry was quickly becoming agitated by the sound of Hermione flipping her school papers back and forth while choosing her classes, but he didn’t want to move. He was comfortable sitting in the shade beneath the large oak. “Hermione, can you please not make so much noise?”
Hermione looked up, startled. “What is it with you lately, Harry? You seem so on edge.”
Harry sighed, regretting that he was taking his frustration out on his friends again. “I’m sorry. It’s nothing.” Hermione raised her brows in an unspoken question.
“Really,” said Harry. She didn’t appear to be satisfied by his answer but decided to let it go.
“So, are you going to go to the university?”
“I don’t know,” said Harry. “Actually, I’m not sure what I want to do...” Hermione finally put her school things down, ready to listen.
“Tell me what’s on your mind, Harry.”
“I don’t know,” he started. “It’s just— I thought I’d finally be happy if Voldemort was gone, but now that he is I . . .” Harry sighed. He hated always having so much trouble expressing himself in words. “Before, everyone expected me to destroy Voldemort. I didn’t want that responsibility, but at least I had a sense of purpose. But now that I’ve fulfilled everyone’s expectations, even my own, I feel so lost. I just don’t know who I am anymore, Hermione.”
She touched his arm gently in an attempt to sooth him. “I know it must feel weird not to have the whole of the wizarding world relying on you. It’ll take some getting used to. You’re just like the rest of us now. You can do whatever you want.”
“That’s the problem,” said Harry. “I don’t know what I want.”
“You always said you wanted to be an Auror,” Ron offered.
“I know, but now I’m not so sure. I don’t think I want anything more to do with dark wizards or anything that will remind me of the past. I just want to live a normal life.”
The next few minutes were spent in silence as they sat, thinking and watching the fluffy clouds drifting across the sky. Harry wondered what the birds were singing so cheerfully about. He was beginning to think he was falling into depression. “I think you should go to the university, Harry,” said Hermione, breaking the silence. “It’ll give you something to do while you try to figure out what you want to do. You’ll just get depressed sitting around and thinking all the time. And who knows, maybe you’ll discover something worth pursuing?”
Harry nodded slowly to show that he was considering her words. He’d never been much for school and homework, but then again, he’d always had so much weight on his shoulders. Perhaps continuing his education would help him discover himself. If he didn’t like it, he could always drop out. He turned to Ron. “Are you going?”
Ron shrugged. “I suppose. It can’t hurt.” Harry snorted. “What?” asked Ron.
“You just don’t want to let Hermione out of your sight.”
“That too.”
*****
Harry was sitting in Ron’s room, patting Hedwig. He’d told Ginny he was feeling queasy so that he could be alone. He’d considered going back to Grimauld Place, which he had made his home, but the thought of being all by himself in that enormous house always added an extra weight to his heart. That was another reason he didn’t want to tell Ginny they were through. He would have to leave the burrow then, because it was be too awkward to be in such close proximity to her afterwards.
“What do you say, Hedwig? Do we want to go back to school?” She nipped his finger affectionately. He knew he still had a few weeks to consider it, but was quickly beginning to think he wouldn’t need them. There was nothing else for him to do and he didn’t want to be away from his friends. Besides, the thought of finally experiencing school as others had, without Voldemort to worry about, did excite him just a bit.
Tbc….
Author:
dripping_cherryPairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1800ish
Beta:
sptemberfalls90Summary: Harry attends a post-Hogwarts University where he learns not only of magic, but of love and of a new kind of evil threatening the wizarding world.
In his sixth year at Hogwarts, Harry had loved it when she sat on his lap like this, clasping his hand with warm fingers and guiding it underneath her shirt. But now, he didn’t even feel slightly elated as he cupped her soft breast and parted his lips, allowing her eager tongue to slip between them. Harry closed his eyes, wishing that someone would walk into the room and interrupt, as had, thankfully, often happened during his current stay at the Burrow. Harry hated having to rely on interruptions to rescue him from Ginny’s advances, but whenever he had the chance tell her the truth, he couldn’t find the right words.
Suddenly, there came a quiet knock at the door. “Ginny, are you in there?” asked Ron’s voice. “Mum wants you to come to the kitchen.”
“Ugh,” said Ginny, rolling her eyes. “I’m really sorry about this, Harry. It happens every time…”
“It’s okay,” Harry replied quickly, managing a smile. “I’m a bit tired, actually.
“Alright.” She gave him a friendly peck on the lips. “Maybe we’ll have better luck tomorrow.”
“Yeah…”
Ginny gave him yet another, lingering look as she opened the door. Once the door closed again, Harry sighed in relief, though the tension he felt at knowing that his situation with Ginny had yet to be resolved didn’t dissipate.
Harry was too frustrated to bother changing into his pajamas before flinging back the covers of his bed and crawling in. As he rested his head against the pillow, Harry secretly wished for the dreams he’d been having all summer to recur: dreams of smooth, pale skin and silky, blonde hair, dreams that left him with sticky boxer shorts and flushed cheeks in the morning.
******
Harry didn’t have the slightest clue why he’d begun having erotic dreams about Malfoy. He’d always liked girls, and the fact that touching a boy could excite him, even if it were in his dreams, left him utterly confused. And Malfoy—Harry couldn’t come up with an explanation for why he’d be having such dreams about him of all people. He hadn’t even seen Malfoy in over a year. The Slytherin had never returned to Hogwarts for his seventh year.
All Harry knew about what happened to Malfoy since the last time he’d seen him was that he’d not been found guilty of any crime, much to the shock and disappointment of most of the wizarding community. Harry himself had had mixed feelings about the result of Draco’s trial. Part of him wanted to see Malfoy punished for Dumbledore’s death, even if Snape had been the one to finish the job. Yet another part of him felt sympathy for Malfoy, given his situation.
When Harry heard some students at Hogwarts saying that Malfoy had gone to another school, he didn’t consider it worth his while to wonder about whether or not the rumor was true. He didn’t care about Malfoy, or at least that’s what he thought until he started having these dreams.
“Harry, your food’s going to get cold,” Hermione said snapping Harry back to reality. Harry had completely forgotten about eating.
“Are you okay?” asked Ron.
“I’m fine,” said Harry, wishing everyone would stop looking at him. Thankfully, a small group of owls flew in through the window, drawing their attention away from Harry.
One of the three owls landed on the table in front of Harry, holding a letter in its beak. The other letters were for Ron and Hermione. Harry patted the tawny owl and began opening the envelope.
Mr. Harry Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been selected for admission to the Gwydionian University of Magic. Attached is a list of classes available to first year students. Please fill out and return the registration form by July 31st. Term begins September 1st.
Sincerely,
Taliesin Griswold
“There’s a university of magic?” Asked Ron, voicing Harry’s thoughts. Mrs. Weasley put her hand on her hips while her jaw dropped in shock. The twins and Ginny laughed, while Hermione rolled her eyes.
“I don’t know how you two got accepted to the university, considering you didn’t even know it exists,” she said, putting her letter neatly back into her envelope and she stood from the table. She turned her back on them end went upstairs, shaking her head in disbelief. Ron looked at Harry and shrugged.
“How about a game of Quidditch to celebrate?” asked Mr. Weasley, looking around excitedly at his kids and Harry. With Charlie, Bill and Fluer over to visit, there were enough people for a decent game.
“Yeah,” said Harry, joining the chorus of positive responses. Everyone pushed back their plates and rushed outside, leaving behind an irritated Mrs. Weasley.
Harry mounted his Firebolt and soared off into the air to practice some stunts while waiting for the Snitch to be released. He was glad to get his mind off the letter for the moment. He was already confused about what he wanted to do with his future as it was. Quidditch always made everything better, though.
The feel of the wind against his face as he rushed after the Snitch was exhilarating and cleared his mind of unwanted thoughts. The only thing that annoyed him was the way Ginny kept on flirting with him, brushing her body against his as the chased after the Snitch, winking and smiling. He tried not to let it get to him, nor to think about when he’d finally gather up the courage to tell her he didn’t think they were right for each other.
Harry remembered how Malfoy had always looked while playing Quidditch. His pointed face set in concentration, stormy eyes flitted this way and that as he looked for any sign of the golden ball. He remembered the smile whenever he did catch the Snitch, though it had never happened when Slytherin played against Gryffindor. It was the only time Harry had ever seen a genuine smile on Malfoy’s face. Now that he thought of it, it had looked much more pleasant than his usual sneer.
Harry was brought back to reality by a bat tapping him gently on the head. “Nice going, mate,” said George. When Harry looked at him, confused, he pointed off to the side. Harry followed with his eyes to see Ginny holding up the Snitch.
“What’s wrong with you, Harry?” Ron whined. “You weren’t even looking for it.”
“Looks like he’s in love,” teased George.
“He’s been in love, but he still always managed until now.” Ron flew away swiftly, clearly annoyed. George winked at Harry with what seemed to him like understanding and followed. This unnerved Harry slightly. He wondered if George knew it wasn’t his sister he was always thinking about. ‘Do I talk in my sleep?’ he thought as he lowered his broom to the ground.
*****
Harry was quickly becoming agitated by the sound of Hermione flipping her school papers back and forth while choosing her classes, but he didn’t want to move. He was comfortable sitting in the shade beneath the large oak. “Hermione, can you please not make so much noise?”
Hermione looked up, startled. “What is it with you lately, Harry? You seem so on edge.”
Harry sighed, regretting that he was taking his frustration out on his friends again. “I’m sorry. It’s nothing.” Hermione raised her brows in an unspoken question.
“Really,” said Harry. She didn’t appear to be satisfied by his answer but decided to let it go.
“So, are you going to go to the university?”
“I don’t know,” said Harry. “Actually, I’m not sure what I want to do...” Hermione finally put her school things down, ready to listen.
“Tell me what’s on your mind, Harry.”
“I don’t know,” he started. “It’s just— I thought I’d finally be happy if Voldemort was gone, but now that he is I . . .” Harry sighed. He hated always having so much trouble expressing himself in words. “Before, everyone expected me to destroy Voldemort. I didn’t want that responsibility, but at least I had a sense of purpose. But now that I’ve fulfilled everyone’s expectations, even my own, I feel so lost. I just don’t know who I am anymore, Hermione.”
She touched his arm gently in an attempt to sooth him. “I know it must feel weird not to have the whole of the wizarding world relying on you. It’ll take some getting used to. You’re just like the rest of us now. You can do whatever you want.”
“That’s the problem,” said Harry. “I don’t know what I want.”
“You always said you wanted to be an Auror,” Ron offered.
“I know, but now I’m not so sure. I don’t think I want anything more to do with dark wizards or anything that will remind me of the past. I just want to live a normal life.”
The next few minutes were spent in silence as they sat, thinking and watching the fluffy clouds drifting across the sky. Harry wondered what the birds were singing so cheerfully about. He was beginning to think he was falling into depression. “I think you should go to the university, Harry,” said Hermione, breaking the silence. “It’ll give you something to do while you try to figure out what you want to do. You’ll just get depressed sitting around and thinking all the time. And who knows, maybe you’ll discover something worth pursuing?”
Harry nodded slowly to show that he was considering her words. He’d never been much for school and homework, but then again, he’d always had so much weight on his shoulders. Perhaps continuing his education would help him discover himself. If he didn’t like it, he could always drop out. He turned to Ron. “Are you going?”
Ron shrugged. “I suppose. It can’t hurt.” Harry snorted. “What?” asked Ron.
“You just don’t want to let Hermione out of your sight.”
“That too.”
*****
Harry was sitting in Ron’s room, patting Hedwig. He’d told Ginny he was feeling queasy so that he could be alone. He’d considered going back to Grimauld Place, which he had made his home, but the thought of being all by himself in that enormous house always added an extra weight to his heart. That was another reason he didn’t want to tell Ginny they were through. He would have to leave the burrow then, because it was be too awkward to be in such close proximity to her afterwards.
“What do you say, Hedwig? Do we want to go back to school?” She nipped his finger affectionately. He knew he still had a few weeks to consider it, but was quickly beginning to think he wouldn’t need them. There was nothing else for him to do and he didn’t want to be away from his friends. Besides, the thought of finally experiencing school as others had, without Voldemort to worry about, did excite him just a bit.
Tbc….
