All recognized characters belong to J.K. Rowling
Everything else is mine.
R – for violence, language and adult content
Contains male/male pairings
Occurs during Harry Potter's Year 5
Summary: This novella focuses on George Weasley and is part of my new "Three-Edged
Sword" series focusing on three of the Weasleys. It is planned to be approximately
30,000 words when complete. GW/DM Slash.
** Warning - Contains non-graphic depiction of an m/m rape **
Three-Edged Sword -- George
Chapter 4: Those Long Rows We Hoe
George again woke up to an intense stare.
“Is this going to be a habit of yours, Professor?” George asked
tersely.
Snape growled in response. He gestured at George and George lifted the blanket,
again showing that both boys were fully clothed.
“Is this going to be a habit of yours?” Professor Snape asked George.
Before George could reply, Draco responded snarkily, “No. Tomorrow we’ll
be naked and sticky from our post-coital bliss, Uncle Severus.”
Both George and Snape turned to look at Draco with shocked expressions on their
faces.
He gave them both a wicked look that was distinctly Draco.
After a very long and tense silence, Snape replied. “Professor Dumbledore
wanted to discuss a schedule change with you Draco. You are being put into classes
with the Gryffindors wherever you weren’t already.”
Draco’s face soured, drawing a look from George. Draco smiled slightly
at his boyfriend and George returned the smile.
“I suppose that means that Harry Potter will be my new protector?”
Draco asked with a resigned sigh.
“There is no better wizard,” George replied firmly before Snape
could say something snotty.
“Mr. Potter certainly has his uses,” Professor Snape allowed very
generously (for him anyway).
“Uncle Severus?” Draco asked as the man stood to leave.
“Yes Draco?”
“Can you please leave us to our privacy?”
Snape gave both boys a long-suffering look before nodding sharply once before
turning and leaving with his billowing cape, drama queen exit.
As soon as the door closed behind his retreating form, Draco turned to George
and said, “That went much better than I thought it would.”
“It has been unnerving to wake up to his sour face two days in a row,”
George pouted.
“Try living with him for a summer,” Draco grouched in response.
“No thanks, I’d really rather avoid that much nausea if I can help
it.”
“I tend to agree, but I couldn’t avoid it. Besides, as bad as he
his, Lucius is thousands of times worse.”
“There is that. I need to get a shower and a new change of clothes.”
“Shower here. Please,” Draco said, taking his turn at pouting to
his boyfriend.
George looked at him sternly.
Draco smirked knowingly and George slowly blushed red before looking away.
“I don’t want to shower and then put on my dirty clothes. It would
defeat the purpose.”
“So, run back to your room and get some clothes. Then you can come back
here and we can shower together.”
George rolled his eyes. Draco was having none of it though. He was used to
getting his way. In fact, with the exception of Lucius, Draco always got his
way. George looked at the determined expression on Draco’s face and knew
he was fighting a loosing battle. He resigned himself as being the claimed property
of one Draco Lucius Malfoy.
George stood and made his way to the bathroom to relieve himself when he noticed
clean robes sitting on the shelf. There were clean boxers as well. Not so unusual
except that they were his. He stared closely at them and noticed a piece of
paper tucked into a pocket of the robes.
Gred,
I noticed you didn’t return the last two nights and I figured you were
staying in that new room of Draco’s. I’ve made arrangements with
Dobby to keep you supplied in clothes up there. You might be interested to note
that Dobby had already been told to provide you clothes by the Headmaster. Wonders
shall never cease, brother mine.
Forge
George laughed out loud, which attracted the attention of Draco. Draco nonchalantly
snatched the letter out of George’s hand and read through it. His eyes
widened at the end when he saw that the Headmaster was giving at least his tacit
approval to the sleeping arrangements.
“Just what sort of stuff do you do for the Headmaster that he waves most
of the rules of the school for you?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about Draco.”
“The hell you don’t,” Draco pouted and poked George in the
belly.
“We keep an eye on Harry,” George offered tentatively.
“You seem to have as many, if not more special privileges then Potter!
If you were just keeping an eye on him, then it wouldn’t justify all the
perks you get. What else do you have your hands in?” Draco demanded, his
chest puffing out.
George looked at him sternly and refused to answer.
Draco was the first to back down. His chest deflated and he mumbled, “Please
tell me what’s going on.”
George reached over and pushed Draco’s chin up with his finger so they
were looking eye-to-eye again. “Temper tantrums and fits are not going
to get me to do things. The information I share with you, I’ll share because
I want to, not because you demand it. Do I make myself clear, Draco?”
Draco nodded.
“Now, to answer your question. Headmaster Dumbledore requires information
in order to lead the fight against You Know Who and to keep this school under
control. For centuries it has been tradition here to have a handful of students
head up a special services group. Fred and I are in charge of it and have been
for the last few years. We control all of the black market and we trade goods
and services for all sorts of things. That includes information. We report back
to Dumbledore regularly through various means so that he can stay informed.”
Draco stared at him dumbfounded for a long time. “Most of the teachers
don’t know about this, do they?”
“Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape know some, but not much. They
know the most. No one else knows or can know.”
“But you told me.”
“I trust you Draco. Professor Dumbledore trusts you.”
Draco’s mouth opened and closed twice, but no sound came out.
George grinned mischievously and started to strip the younger boy. Draco regained
his composure and smacked his hands away. George’s grin broke out into
a full-blown smile as he stripped off his own clothes. “Time to shower
then, hey Draco?”
Draco swallowed nervously and nodded slowly.
“Little nervous now? Let’s go,” George smiled hugely and
herded the naked blond boy into the shower ahead of him.
George settled into his seat at the Gryffindor table and Draco sat down next
to him. Harry was on Draco’s other side and greeted him amiably enough.
Draco was still having trouble processing the fact that Harry had reconciled
with him.
“Malfoy,” Ron said as he sat down.
“Weasley,” Draco replied.
Ron greeted everyone else and then went back to the conversation he was having
with Seamus.
Hermione sat down and greeted everyone. The responses were warm, if a bit distracted.
“I guess I’m in all your classes now, Potter,” Draco said
to the boy next to him when there was a lull in the conversation.
Harry turned to look at him and nodded. “Professor Dumbledore asked me
to keep an eye on you and make sure that none of your house members sneak up
on you. He even said I could blast them if they did.”
Draco stared nervously at the way Harry was grinning and rubbing his hands
together.
“I think Harry is having a tug on your leg there Draco,” Fred piped
up from the other side of Harry.
“Shhhhh… he doesn’t know that,” Harry replied in a
stage whisper.
Draco snorted a bit in amusement before blushing red for snorting. It was so
undignified. Hanging out with these Gryffindork buffoons was going to really
bad for his image. Though he’d probably have fun doing it. He looked back
at Harry and saw a rather mischievous smirk on his face. ‘Oh, this will
definitely be interesting,’ his mind groaned at him.
“So Malfoy… Have you seen the glorious light and decided to join
the cause, huh?” Ron asked, finally deciding to put his two knuts into
this conversation.
Fred raised his right eyebrow at Ron and Harry raised his left. George’s
mouth smoothed out a bit. All conversation at the table stopped.
“The only light I see is shining out of your arse, Ronnekins.”
Ron blinked hard, turned bright red, paled to ghostly white, and then turned
bright red again. Seamus, who took that moment to plaster Ron with a mighty
kiss, cut off any response Ron would have made to that. Ron tried to protest
but gave in rather quickly.
“I guess we know who wears that pants in that relationship,” Fred
remarked dryly.
Harry popped his boyfriend in the arm and Fred ducked his head.
Seamus turned and smirked at Fred, “Aye, and we know who wears the pants
in yours, don’t we?”
Fred had the decency to pink up and George snorted at the retort.
“You Gryffindors are nutters.”
“You’re just noticing this now Draco? Here I was thinking all that
time you spent watching me you’d have seen that. Well, you are dating
a bloke, so perhaps your interest wasn’t purely adversarial?” Harry
suggested while quirking his eyebrow up in a knowing smirk.
This time Draco blushed.
“I think that is quite enough of this. Please pass that bacon,”
George interjected, changing the direction of conversation.
Harry pouted a bit, but was distracted quickly by Fred. Ron looked as if he
was about to say something, but Seamus distracted him again. Hermione, who sat
quietly through the whole thing, was silently laughing behind her book while
slowly shaking her head at their antics.
Breakfast broke up shortly after that and everyone made their way to their
first class. Hermione was in the lead with Dean Thomas. Harry and Draco walked
in the middle and Ron and Seamus brought up the rear. Once they were well into
the corridor and away from teacher supervision, they were ambushed by a group
of Slytherins.
“Malfoy, you have betrayed us all!” Goyle yelled while pounding
his fist. Crabbe didn’t say anything, but he was pounding his fist as
well.
“Hiding amongst the Gryffindors and worse Harry Fucking Potter?! How
could you stoop so low? Wait, you’re fucking a Weasley, so we know how
low you can go,” Millicent Bulstrode screeched at them.
Draco turned a violent shade of red, which looked rather ghastly on his normally
pale face. He was about to say something when the Gryffindors closed ranks around
him.
The Slytherins were immediately flustered with the unexpected protection being
offered for Draco by the Gryffindors. Millicent started to draw her wand but
suddenly found Harry Potter’s wand in her face.
“Do please give me a reason to hex you, Bulldog Bulstrode. It’s
a shame Pansy’s gone, she actually made you look pretty.”
Draco gasped at the unexpected (and totally accurate) statement from Harry
Potter.
The Slytherins all started reaching for their wands but found the Gryffindors,
and Draco all holding theirs. Harry’s wand was letting off little wisps
of red and gold smoke. Harry was fairly well vibrating with power and everyone
started to feel it.
“This isn’t over,” Bulstrode said sharply before stomping
off and bringing the Slytherin goons with her.
“Thanks,” Draco said very softly.
“Of course,” Harry replied jovially. “If you keep dating
George and seriously hook up with him, we’re going to end up as brothers.”
Draco looked at him, looked away and snapped his head back as he realized what
Harry was implying.
Ron heard it too and looked ready to protest when Seamus shoved him forcefully
forward. Seamus grinned as he guided his much taller boyfriend past Harry and
Draco.
Harry and Draco joined the flow as they headed off to Defense Against the Dark
Arts.
“Getting along finally are we boys?” Professor Lupin asked when
he saw Harry and Draco enter together.
Draco nodded and so did Harry.
“Excellent. I need some help demonstrating dueling technique and I’ve
heard that you two are familiar with it.”
“If he summons a snake this time, I’m going to tell it to bite
his arse,” Harry grumbled.
Remus looked surprised at Harry’s choice of words, as his eyebrows got
lost somewhere in his hairline.
Draco looked over at Harry slyly and smirked at him.
As they readied to duel, Draco started the same way he did three years before,
“Scared Potter?”
Harry smirked, “You wish.”
If the truth were to be told, Draco was actually feeling a little scared of
Harry Potter. The boy had been nearly glowing with the amount of magical energy
he was radiating only a few minutes ago. The little hero seemed to have a positively
phenomenal instinctual grasp on magic theory. After watching him all these years,
Draco wasn’t surprised. Nor was he surprised to notice that Harry himself
hadn’t noticed what he was doing. Harry merely reached for power and used
it when he needed to, not bothering with all the concentration and hard work
that most wizards needed to grab extra power.
Lupin did a countdown and when he reached the end, Harry fired off a hex at
Draco, which he managed to deflect. Harry followed up with six hexes in rapid
succession. Draco barely managed to deflect all of them and then fire off his
own, which Harry easily deflected. They exchanged spell and counterspell for
ten minutes before Harry managed to land a spell on Draco. Draco started to
laugh uncontrollably and Harry hit him with the disarming spell and caught his
wand as it flew out of his hand. Lupin stepped forward and negated the spell
effect on Draco.
“Excellent work, both of you! Twenty points to Gryffindor! Fifteen points
to Slytherin!”
“Great job Draco,” Harry said afterwards, sticking out his hand.
Draco looked at it for a moment then shook it. Harry beamed back at him.
“Thanks boys, you can sit now,” Lupin told them.
Lupin then went into a detailed analysis of the duel with the whole class.
“I hear that our boyfriends are getting along,” Fred stated when
he met up with George is in lab later that night.
“They had a duel in Defense Against the Dark Arts today as a demonstration
for Lupin. Draco lasted quite a while against Harry, before Harry was able to
disarm him. They shook hands afterwards too.”
“That’s what I heard. It is good to see them finally getting along.
Have you heard anything about Slytherin plans?”
“No, but I’ve ordered our contacts to cut off everyone in Slytherin
from getting any special items. They will also no longer be running interference
for those selling more personal services.”
“Cutting off the school from pay-to-play sex, huh?”
“No. Anybody can still do that. However, the contacts we usually have
keeping the teachers busy won’t be. I even talked to Peeves. He seemed
quite delighted when I suggest that he hang out around Bulstrode’s friend.”
“You got Peeves to do something?”
“I promised to keep the Bloody Baron busy elsewhere so that Peeves could
pull his own prank. I’ve already made the arrangements.”
Fred quirked his eyebrow at this twin, “I’m betting I don’t
want to know, do I?”
George shook his head.
“I didn’t think so.”
“I finished up those new Vomit candies. Eat the first half and you’ll
projectile vomit continuously. Eat the other half and it stops. If you could
arrange to test it on some first or second years?”
Fred rubbed his hands together. “Definitely. They’re in that box
on the other desk?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I’ll get going and get these tested before Harry and I meet.”
George smiled. “I’ll be meeting with Draco pretty soon. He’s
supposed to come here. Apparently he was doing an arithmancy project with Hermione
Granger. No doubt she is snooping out everything there is to know about Draco.”
“No doubt.”
“Good night Forge.”
“Good night Gred.”
George went back to stirring his potion, dropping different odds and ends into,
making notes on how they reacted.
Draco finally escaped from Hermione Granger. She had insisted that they complete
their project now so that they wouldn’t have to rush later. They had been
in there since after dinner and had stayed right up until Madam Pince had tossed
them out of the library. Draco found her rather more Ravenclaw-like than Gryffindor,
now that he spent a lot of time working with her. She was obsessed with getting
the highest grade possible. Not that was necessarily a bad thing.
He made his way stealthily back to the secret hallway where his room was located.
He stopped at George’s lab to see if he was still in there. George was
in the room, but he had fallen asleep on the small couch that occupied a corner
of the lab. Draco woke him up with a kiss to the forehead.
“Hi Draco. How did the project work go?”
“It’s done. Granger is a real slave driver when it comes to school
work.”
“She is at that. She tries with Ron and Harry, but they both resist fairly
well.”
“Potter is remarkably stubborn when the mood hits him.”
“Now that I’ve seen that you are okay, I’m off to bed.”
Draco got a detached look on his face. “Come stay with me again.”
George quirked his eyebrow at Draco before replying, “I suppose I could
stay with you again. You don’t think your Uncle Severus will be waiting
for us in the morning though, do you?”
“He’d better not be, or I’ll hex his arse into next week!”
Draco growled dangerously.
“Whoa there tiger. No reason to get all riled up with me,” George
replied with a snicker.
“Are you making fun of me George?” Draco huffed.
“Would I do that?” George replied with his innocent angel look.
“You bet your arse you would!” Draco pouted.
“Someone’s touchy. If you get any more like a drama queen someone’s
going to accuse you of being a Hufflepuff.”
Draco huffed in indignant rage. “You didn’t just suggest that I
could possibly be a Hufflepuff! You couldn’t have even thought such a
thing, let alone say it out loud.
George cut him off by kissing him. Draco huffed for a very brief amount of
time before he succumbed to George’s charm.
When Draco backed away a few minutes later he poked George in the belly, “You
did that on purpose.”
“I like it when you’re all passionate and riled up. It makes things
more interesting.”
“More interesting, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. Let’s go back to my room now and go to bed.”
“If you insist.”
“I do. I really really do.”
“Do what? Believe in fairies?”
Draco rolled his eyes. “I do believe in fairies. I do. I do. I’ve
read Peter Pan too. Did you know that the story was accidentally leaked to Muggles?”
“I don’t care, actually.”
“Neither do I,” Draco replied, a glint in his eyes.
“Let’s go,” George replied, guiding Draco towards the door.
He paused only long enough to put out the flame under his cauldron with a well-aimed
shot from his wand.
End of Chapter 4
