Familiars Love

Chapter 25

Draco woke slowly, one arm stretching across the bed in a reflexive movement, searching out the warm form that should have been curled up next to him. His eyes slid open when his hand encountered nothing but cool sheets. Whispering tempus, he scowled at the bright glowing numbers dancing above his head, two sixteen. Crawling unhurriedly from the warmth of the blankets, he pulled on a thick terry cloth robe, delighting in the texture and heat it immediately provided. Plodding quietly out of his chambers, he stopped in the doorway to admire the two silent figures sitting on the floor before the fire.

"Meda, what exactly are you two doing?" Draco murmured, gliding toward the mage and wizard, wincing at the cold stone beneath his feet. Violet eyes turned to peer at him. A slim hand was held out unwaveringly to him in silent invitation.

"I'm opening the last of these letters." Harry whispered, Andromeda pulling Draco into the chair she had been leaning against.

"It's two in the morning Harry." Draco complained, watching as Harry scrunched a piece of parchment into a ball before tossing it into the happily crackling fire.

"I know." Harry grinned sheepishly. Eyes focused on the flames that had swallowed every single letter shortly after it had been read.

"I also recall something about you two waiting for me before opening the rest of them," Draco stated, fingers curling into the white hair and pulling Meda back to lean against his legs. Hands smoothed gently before dropping to the lethal shoulders and massaging.

"I remember that too," Meda murmured, eyes closing in ecstasy as she pressed her shoulders harder against the strong fingers. Draco shook his head but moved forward and placed a light kiss on the nape of Meda's neck, smiling slightly when Meda whimpered beneath his lips. Giving the same spot a quick nip, he returned his concentration to easing the tension from his mate's frame.

"Did you learn anything of interest? Besides the fact you're supposedly budding up with an apprentice to the Dark Lord." Draco muttered dryly.

"Actually I did, apparently if I'm converting people to the good side then I'm equally as capable of killing Voldemort. Other than that, nothing of interest, although I did learn several new words which I'm sure would get me kicked out of class should I feel the need to use them." Harry chuckled. "I saw a few that would probably get us put in Azkaban," Meda said with a laugh, hands reaching to catch Draco's and pull them together across her chest. Draco locked his fingers across Meda's sternum, settling his chin atop the white hair.

"Well, I suppose that's good." Rising stiffly, he laced his fingers through Meda's hand and pulled her back towards the bedroom. "Harry come on the rest can be read tomorrow. We all have class in several hours and Draco does need his beauty sleep." Meda said, making Draco grumbled. Meda taking off the robe and hurriedly wiggling beneath the thick coverlet. Draco crawled in after, Meda resting her face in the crook of his neck. As Harry shifted in his bird form, he flew onto his perch and folded his head under his wing. Closing his eyes and wishing them all sweet dreams.

It was fairly warm out for one of the first days of fall, though the wind had a slight chill; the sun was warm against the black school robes. Draco carefully fixed his Slytherin scarf, stroking the material before returning his attention to the lesson at hand. Hagrid marched along before the amassed group of Slytherins and Gryffindors, his booming voice echoing in the densely wooded forest. He sneered as the half-giant led them on, searching for god knows what while keeping up an inane stream of chatter. Draco stumbled but was caught by Meda. Meda smiled and retained her grip on Draco's smooth hand, tugging him on.

"Of all the stupid creatures he could possibly show us, he has to drag us halfway through the goddamn forest to get us there," Draco grumbled, clutching at Meda's hand as he stepped carefully over a decaying log.