Date: Tue, 12 Jul 2005 16:19:39 -0400 (EDT)
From: Banky Edwards <moondawgy99@excite.com>
Subject: Taming Draco & Harry, Part 5

"Harry Potter" and all related characters are copywritten material of JK
Rowling, Scholastic, and so on. I am not JK, nor do I claim to be.

There is gay sex in this story, so, if you're not 18 or not allowed to view
this material where you live, go to another site, damn it.

Taming Draco and Harry Pt. 5
by
Banky Edwards

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	"See if you can do it faster this time,"

	"Don't rush me, Eben. It takes some time right now."

	"I can do it eighty times faster."

	"You've had practice!"

	"Well, sure. But, you should be naturally good at it."

	"It has nothing to do with genetics."

	Eben threw up his hands, eyes rolling. We had been arguing for five
whole minutes and I had just won. In my mind, at least. I took a deep
breath and closed my eyes, concentrating on the task at hand. In a matter
of minutes, where I had once stood, was a sandy brown wolfdog. I scratched
an itch behind my ear and looked up at Eben who was laughing. "Fleas
already, Emeric?"

	I growled at him, but it only prompted more laughter. When he
managed to stop, he looked down at me. "Okay. Do it,"

	I scrunched my forehead in effort, or whatever a dog does when it
thinks, and opened my eyes. I looked back and saw that my fur had changed
to pure white. I did it again, my fur now pepper gray. I returned to brown,
then focused my efforts on becoming human. It took a few minutes, but I
managed it.  When I stood before Eben again, he clapped.

	"A Metamorphmagus learning to become an Animagus," he said. "You
could register with Cornelius Fudge personally and they'd never be able to
track you,"

	I shrugged. "The Ministry of Magic would never have any reason to
track me,"

	"If you keep threatening Umbridge, they will," he replied, plopping
down on a dusty chair that slid a few feet as the building leaned to the
right. He and I were sitting in the Shrieking Shack in Hogsmeade, the
precariously perched building that everyone claimed was haunted. We had
come here many a time and we knew that there were no ghosts. Not so much as
a doxy resided in the shack. That's why it was the perfect place for us to
hide out and practice using our Animagus abilities. Well, I was
practicing. Eben had his down.

	"I managed to get mine down over the summer," he continued,
casually looking about the room as if he hadn't seen it a million times
before. "I don't see why you didn't,"

	"Because I was in a hostel with fourteen other wizards," I
retorted, exasperated. "I couldn't exactly practice turning into a dog/wolf
half breed Animagus. I would have been caught." Eben nodded, as if hearing
me say it for the thirtieth time was adequate. "Have you heard about
Harry?" he asked suddenly.  I looked up from my arm where I was inspecting
what look suspiciously like a flea bite. "What about him?"

	"He got another week's worth of detention with Umbridge,"

	"What?!? Why?!?"

	He shrugged. "Apparently, he blew up again about You-Know-Who. Told
her about Quirrell housing him under his turban,"

	I sighed tolerantly. Harry's temper with that woman was shorter
than a troll's attention span. I hadn't brought up the topic after the
morning I saw his hand, as I didn't want to provoke him further. I knew
that he still hadn't informed Dumbledore about the use of the Darkblood
quill and I doubted he would. Regardless, hearing that he had repeated his
mistake meant that I should talk to him about it. It was bad enough that he
had crossed her once. Twice was too much.

	"Come on. Let's get back," I said, standing. "I'm ready for bed,"

	We silently traipsed down the stairs and to the secret passageway
that would take us back to school. Inside the low tunnel, Eben said
something else that surprised me. "Did you hear about Harry starting a
spellwork club?"

	"A what?" I asked, shocked for the second time. Eben nodded. "I
heard about it from Fred and George. They say they want to teach themselves
Defense Against the Dark Arts. Since Umbridge couldn't teach us Defense
Against Gnats."

	"What else do you know?"

	He shook his head. "Nothing. Except that they're meeting in the
Hog's Head next time we're in Hogsmeade."

	By the time I had processed all this information, we were
underneath the Whomping Willow.  Eben quickly became his Animagus, a full
grown, black and green boomslang. All five feet of him slithered out of the
hole and I heard the tree stop moving. I clambered out after him and saw
him sliding towards the castle. I changed into Professor Snape and swept
after him, picking him up on the way.

	<<It'll be quicker if I carry you,>> I `said' to him. He cocked his
snake head up at me and hissed, but I understood every word. <<I forgot you
were a Parselmouth,>>

	<<Convenient for us, eh?>>

	We made our way inside the castle and down the stairs to the
Slytherin dormitories. Eben and I both returned to own bodies and began to
head to the beds. "Emeric,"

	I looked into his eyes, then broke away quickly. He begun to
chuckle. "You did something you shouldn't have, didn't you? I just can't
figure out what it is,"

	"I swear, you need to stop,"

	I awaited Hogsmeade with baited breath. I hadn't been able to see
Harry for that entire week and I was eager to see how he would manage to
build this club under Umbridge's nose. I got to the Hog's Head early, in
full disguise of course. I turned myself into a much older man, but my
features were unimportant as I wrapped my whole head in gray bandages. I
ordered a smoky, fiery drink called Wallop Water. It wasn't water, but it
packed a wallop. Lucky for me, it wasn't alcohol. I was downing them with
fervor, trying to blend in.

	As if I've ever had a problem with that.

	Harry, Ron and Hermione entered alone, looking around
nervously. They kept their words to themselves with the exception of
ordering three butterbeers. I felt their eyes pass over me, so I kept my
own gaze down to my glass. It wasn't long before more students
arrived. There were plenty of Gryffindors, including all three Chasers from
the Quidditch team, the Weasley twins, Ginny Weasley, Lee Jordan, the
unlucky Longbottom, and a vaguely familiar tall black boy. There were four
or five Hufflepuffs and a few Ravenclaws. It was no surprise not to see a
single Slytherin.

	I listened intently during the entire meeting. Hermione's idea of
having Harry teach DADA was a good one. Of all the students at the school,
he had certainly defended himself against dark arts very well.  The meeting
didn't last long. They conferred about location and times, not really
coming to a solid conclusion. Hermione had the group sign a piece of
parchment with an odd looking quill before they all dispersed. I threw back
my last Wallop and headed outside, making the change in the doorway. I
pulled the bandages off and removed the dirty trench coat I had been
wearing to reveal a dark green, tight fitting turtleneck and black
slacks. I ran to catch up to Harry, catching him in front of Scrivenshaft's
Quill Shop.

	"Hey,"

	Harry, Ron and Hermione turned to face me. Harry beamed, Ron
blushed and Hermione busied herself in a Scrivenshaft's bag. Harry moved to
hug me, but stopped, looking at Ron and Hermione. They got the hint and
continued to walk through the village. "I have something to tell you," I
told him after a quick, but loving kiss. He chuckled. "I do, too. I think I
should tell you first,"

	"No, Harry, listen -,"

	"Em, this is important. I really -,"

	"Harry, I have to tell you I overheard your meeting,"

	"Em, I know about you, Oliver and Ron."

	The last two things were said simultaneously. Harry looked as
surprised as I was feeling. If I had heard correctly, Harry had told me
that he knew about my drunken adventures in the Gryffindor common room. I
knew Oliver hadn't told him, so I looked at Ron's shrinking figure. Harry
followed my gaze and guessed correctly. "No, Ron didn't tell me. Well, not
exactly. I overheard he and Hermione talking."

	"What did he tell her?"

	"Just what happened. He told her that he walked in on you and
Oliver... together," Harry said with a pause. "And, then he said that he
joined and ended up fucking you after Oliver left."

	"Harry -,"

	"Twice,"

	My heart sunk through my stomach. Harry wasn't happy with the
situation, obviously. He kept running his fingers through his hair,
something he only did when he was upset. I was talking more at him than
anything, seeing as he didn't look at me. "Harry, I know anything I say
isn't good enough to make up for what I did. But, I -,"

	"I just don't understand why he wouldn't tell me he liked guys,"

	I stopped in mid-sentence. "What?"

	Harry looked at me as if I hadn't been talking at all. "I mean, I
know he can't tell me about the Ord-...  he doesn't have to tell me
everything, but I am his best friend and all. I guess Hermione already
knew.  She was rather calm about it. I just feel so... left out,"

	"Are you saying you don't care that it happened?" I asked, somewhat
taken aback. Harry rolled his eyes. "Em, you sleep with Draco weekly. I've
always known you enjoyed sex. I knew you had other outlets for all your
energy,"

	"But, I haven't!" I said rather defensively. "This was the first
time!"

	Harry sniggered, only making more agitated. "Em, it's all right. I
know you can't be tied down or anything like that. Everyone knows that. I'm
just worried about Ron,"

	"Ron can handle himself," I told him, remembering that night. Harry
nodded, not noticing my distant look. "I assume so. I just want him to be
comfortable enough with me to tell me,"

	"He'll tell you in time,"

	Harry smiled and wrapped an arm around my waist, starting down the
road after Ron and Hermione. We caught up to them after a while, Ron
standing on my right, Harry on my left and Hermione next to him. Harry
began to talk to Hermione about the club, so I turned to Ron, who blushed
yet again.  "So, have you had any more fun since that night?" I asked
casually. Ron, an unusual shade of scarlet, looked quickly at Harry. "It's
okay," I said quietly. "He knows. He's kinda upset you didn't tell him
though. You know, being best mates and all,"

	Ron nodded understandingly. "I wanted to, but... wait a tick. How
did he know?"

	"He overheard you and Hermione,"

	Ron sighed and forced a smile. "Well, is he upset?"

	"Only that you kept it from him,"

	There was a pause where Hermione and Harry's conversation drifted
in one ear and out the other.  Ron looked at me for a split second before
his lips were pressed against mine. Sober or not, I couldn't turn him
away. He was a master a kissing, using his tongue like a dueling wand. His
lips were extremely soft, like two pouty pillows. I kissed Ron for a while
before I heard, "Hem, hem."

	I jerked away, expecting to see Umbridge standing in front of us,
but it was only Harry, smiling curiously. "Ron, I don't remember us ever
talking about you liking my boyfriend. As a matter of fact, I don't even
remember us talking about you liking boys,"

	Ron sputtered through a string of syllables before deciding on,
"Well, yeah. I was going to get around to it. Sometime. Like, now." We all
had a good laugh at Ron's explanation and I found myself in another
precarious situation. Apparently, Ron did have feelings for me beyond his
first fuck. Could I handle another guy? Immediately, my loins screamed
yes. But, my brain kept up for once and told me to slow down and actually
think about it.

	So I did.

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Damn! I so wanted to have this done before the next book came out, but
alas! Well, I hope you guys will keep reading even after HBP comes out! Let
me know!  MoonDawgy99@excite.com