Through the Fire

Working Through It

Working Through It

The first words that come out Draco's mouth when he finally wakes up surprises the founders but not Harry, "Are you freaking kidding me, Hufflepuff! I never thought I would live to see the day when a Malfoy would represent the house of Hufflepuff." Draco sighs and looks around the room from his seated position. He did not even realize that he is still in the library. Draco remembers that before he blacked out he and Harry were talking to the Hogwarts founders portraits.

"And what is so bloody wrong with representing the house of Hufflepuff? I will have you know we are the bravest, smartest and most cunning of all the other houses. What the bloody hell are they teaching you, children, here." Says a very agitated female voice.

Draco looks up from where he is lying down to not only see Harry, but Godric, Salazar and two other women who he can only assume are Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw.

"Smart and Brave my arse, there is a reason we call them puffs," he says sarcastically. A stinging hex is sent his way causing Draco yelp and jumped further on the chair.

"Dammit Draco, use your head and not your mouth," Harry says to him.

"For your information, young Consort, Helga is indeed correct." Responds Rowena. Draco gives her a look of disbelief. "While the Ravens show their smarts, the Griffins display their courage, and the Snakes slither and trick those around them. The Puffs hide in plain sight." She reprimands. "Think about it this way, Puffs are the first to know what is going on, and what is the latest gossip. The other houses speak freely around them, and they are completely ignored and yet they know when to stand up for what they believe and they know when to run from a fight. They also love with their whole heart. If you are looking for spies, you send a Puff to do the job."

Draco begins to feel embarrassed of his idiotic outburst, and he has never thought about it. How many times has he or Blaise talked about an important matter not realizing that someone was standing there listening? Draco shakes his head searching the room for Harry. His eyes lands on his mate and a smile broke from his lips. Merlin Harry is beautiful; his lips were still a bit red and swollen from their kisses in the tower. Draco gets up from the chair and walks over to Harry cupping his face he kisses him, with as much passion as he could muster with others watching. Draco tries to block out the fact that he and Harry are snogging in the private quarters, of one of the founders. Not to mention they are Harry's grandparents. The big question is. How exactly is Harry related to Hogwarts Founders?

A throat clears trying to get their attention, but Draco ignores the noise and continues to make love to Harry's mouth with their kiss. What he is doing right now was more important than anything else that needs to happen. Draco could not stop the need that overcomes him, Harry's kisses in a short time have become like a drug to him. He craves the taste of his sweet mate, and the way Harry response to him pulls him in even more. To add Draco tries to convey his feelings to Harry that anything he has to tell him, he would listen with an open mind and try to be fair and unbiased.

Another stinging hex is sent his way and Draco abruptly pulls away from Harry leaving Harry a bit unsteady on his feet. Draco turns and sends the people in the portrait a scathing and angry look.

"Don't you give me that look young man" Helga snaps. "Our grandson has matters to discuss with you and distracting him will only make him nervous. When he is done speaking with you. You can kiss him for as long as you desire. But for now, keep your lips and hands to yourself." The or else is left unsaid in her threat. With her hands on her hips, Draco deduces she meant business and would rather not find out the or else would imply. Fuck, why is everyone threatening me tonight?