"Are you really the Loki?" Fred asked, his eyes wide, as he peered up at Loki.
"Does Asgard really exist?" George questioned, staring starry eyed at Loki then raising an eyebrow at Harry. "You didn't tell us in the first week of school!"
Loki snorted. "Yes, I am the Loki. As if there were any men like me. Yes, Asgard exists."
Harry rolled his eyes. "You two can get up. We're not here to worship any gods. Best not to inflate his ego anymore."
"Please, I like being worshipped," Loki whispered, his lips twitching up into a smirk.
Harry turned to look at him, reached out to entwine their hands, would have tugged him into a kiss if Fred and George weren't here.
"Says you," Fred retorted. "We have an altar."
"I know. I saw it back when you guys rescued me from the Dursleys. We're actually here to plan."
"Plan?" George asked, eyes narrowed as he stared at Harry thoughtfully. "You're planning on getting Umbridge out, aren't you?"
Harry grinned and nodded. "Yeah. You guys in?"
"Merlin, yes!" Fred muttered. "Who else is?"
"Hermione, Ron, Neville, Luna, Ginny, possibly some of the Slytherins," Harry spoke, looking to Loki in question. "Depends on how many people attend the first meeting of our Defense club."
"Some of the Slytherins?" Fred repeated.
"Oh! You're in Slytherin!" George exclaimed, staring right at Loki. "Makes perfect sense. The Slytherins though… Draco would be hard to get. Ice Prince and all that."
"I am working on him," Loki remarked. "Blaise and Theo do seem to be open to the idea too."
"I think Theo's neutral in all this," Harry said, looking at Loki. "And Blaise may be easier to persuade."
"That is the impression that I've gotten from them," Loki replied, his eyes narrowed. "I will talk with Draco later tonight. If he joins us, it will be much easier to defeat your Dark Lord."
Fred and George's eyes widened. "Harry?"
"I'm taking down Voldemort this year," Harry answered quietly. "Before anyone else gets killed."
The twins stared at him then both whooped out, their eyes gleeful.
"Tell me everything you know of this… Voldemort," Loki said, a few minutes after the twins left and they were both sitting on the lone couch. The fire place held a roaring fire, crackling and hissing as the logs burned. "I would like to know of our enemy and his ways."
Harry was sitting down at the end of the couch, with Loki almost leaning into him. "I suppose I should tell you about the end of my fourth year then."
"You mentioned something along the lines of an event taking place in a graveyard."
Harry nodded, peering down at where Loki was lying down on him. Loki's neck was within a good enough distance and Harry grinned a little, reaching down a ways and pressing his lips to the skin. Loki shivered underneath him, turned around to look at him.
Loki stared at Harry, watching as Harry looked his fill. "This is not helping."
"I already miss summer," Harry whispered, shrugging. "When I had you all to myself."
Harry grinned and curled a hand around Loki's neck, bringing him in for a kiss, warm and wanting. Loki moved into it, shuffling over and slipping up onto Harry's lap. Someone groaned and Loki was half sure it was him as Harry licked his way into his mouth, their tongues touching in their mouths. An arm curled around his waist, curling underneath his robes and touching skin.
He let out a whimper as Harry's hand moved, his fingers making little circles in Loki's flesh. He could feel his cock harden below as Harry trailed a line of kisses down his chin and his throat, sucking a mark into the crook between shoulder and neck. Loki moaned, tugging Harry back up and into an almost feral kiss.
Harry grinned, meeting his kiss, and gentling him, squeezing his neck a little in reassurance. Loki whined, slowed down only for Harry to rock his body up to his, his answering hardness meeting Loki's own. They both groaned and Harry's fingers finally stopped, little feather light touches on Loki's cock. Loki arched up, pleasure coiling through his body and at the base of his spine, and wrapped his arms around Harry, digging his fingers into the other boy's clothed back.
Loki glared at Harry, seeing the boy's green eyes blown with arousal.
Harry smirked, wrapping his hand around Loki's cock and stroked once or twice. Pleasure rocketed through his body, his fingers curling into Harry's back tightly. His toes curled and he squeezed his eyes shut at the sensation, not seeing Harry bring himself off.
When he opened his eyes again, he had let his head fall onto Harry's shoulders and he felt arms wrap around him. One rubbing his back while the other was curled around his neck, anchoring.
"Pleasure looks good on you."
Loki leaned into Harry some more, wrapping his own arms around him. "We were supposed to be talking about Voldemort."
"Well, we did a kind of talking."
"That was not talking."
"Sure. You didn't exactly say words but you-"
Loki rolled his eyes while feeling his cheeks redden. "I enjoyed it."
Draco stared at Loki then looked at Blaise, Theo and Daphne before turning back to look at Loki. Loki, who was watching the four of them with narrowed green eyes.
"You really think that Potter would protect us? Or that he has enough power to stop He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?"
"Voldemort, and yes," Loki replied, smirking a little at their discomfort. "He would protect you and your families if you wish it. He and I have talked."
"You and Potter have talked." Theo repeated dryly, disbelievingly.
"We talked, Theodore. He has the power to protect your families and to defeat the so far inferior dark lord. I have seen worse," Loki remarked idly. "But that's another story. If you still need to be convinced, come with me to the Gryffindor's little defense club. Their first meeting is tonight."
"What do you mean, you've seen worse?" Draco questioned, taking a step towards Loki. "You can't have been alive during Grindewald's war."
"The dark lord before now."
"Ah. You wizards. Regardless, come with me if you want."
"Hermione, are you sure everyone's here for me?" Harry asked, his heart skipping a beat at how many other people were here. Loki, Blaise, Theo and Draco were in the back. The three Slytherins that Harry wasn't involved with looked very hesitant, almost like they wanted people to think they walked in here accidentally. Loki just looked like he was bored with everything though Harry did catch his wink at the start of this.
"They are," Hermione replied, gesturing to the Gryffindors, Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. Cho, Ginny, Fred, George, Neville, Parvati, Padma, Dean, Seamus, and quite a few others all looked at him in anticipation. Like they thought he was about to say something inspirational or profound.
"Alright, everyone. We're here because a certain professor of ours isn't really teaching us." Harry looked around, meeting everyone's eyes. They were in the Room of Requirement, which had set up to look like a Defense classroom. There were practice dummies, shelves with books that recommended strategies and mirrors. "And because you all think I can teach you things. Let's get started."
"Good. Good, Neville," Harry spoke, walking around the room and keeping an eye on everyone. "Try again. I didn't even get this spell right on the first try."
"What am I doing wrong though?" Neville said, wrinkling his nose as he peered down at his wand. "I'm never going to get this right."
"You are, Neville. You weren't put in Gryffindor for no reason," Harry remarked, eying him. "Neville, you thought to stand up against the three of us back in first year. That took courage. You came up with gillyweed for me back in fourth year. You're wonderful in herbology, better than quite a few of us. You can do this."
Neville stared at him then nodded, took a few steps back from Harry and faced the practice dummy again. The dummy raised its' wand and Neville raised his. "Expelliarmus!"
Harry watched as the dummy's wand flew out of its' hand and landed on the stone floor with a clang. The students around them all stopped what they were doing and turned to look at the two of them, their eyes wide. Harry saw Blaise's eyes narrow in thought as everyone realized that Neville had gotten a spell right for the first time.
"Good going, Neville!" Ginny exclaimed, coming over to pat him on the back.
Neville grinned, enjoying the attention. "Thanks, Harry."
As soon as the first lesson ended, people trailed out of the room, quiet but excited. Blaise, Theo and Draco stayed behind, watching as Potter talked with Granger and Weasley. Loki stood next to Draco then grinned and walked over to talk with the Boy-Who-Lived.
Blaise took the first step towards the Gryffindor Golden boy and Draco followed, staring right at Granger. Potter's two friends turned to look at them, glaring at them. Weasley crossed his arms and his eyes narrowed at them.
"Malfoy, you better not be here to threaten Harry."
"No. We would like to speak with Potter alone," Draco spoke, glancing at Loki in question.
Loki dipped his head in a nod, leaned into whisper something to Potter, who studied Draco and finally nodded.
"Alright. Hermione, Ron, it's okay. They're not here to cause mischief," Potter said, shrugging. "Unlike three people I know. You three better be glad Fred and George left already."
Blaise shuddered but otherwise didn't comment. Weasley and Granger continued to stare at them but after a minute or two, Granger pulled Weasley away. Draco watched as the two left, with Granger sparing a moment to glare at Draco.
"There'll be another punch in it for you if you hurt him," Granger remarked firmly before leaving with the redhead.
Theo snorted and Draco felt his cheeks redden.
"That punch in third year didn't even hurt, Granger!" Draco yelled back.
"Enough, Draco. What did you want to talk about?" Potter asked, drawing Draco's attention back to him. They were now the only five people left in the room, four Slytherins and one Gryffindor. Potter looked calm, patient with the four of them here. He looked like he wasn't even worried about Draco, Blaise, Theo and Loki.
"Loki mentioned something about you offering to protect us and our families," Draco spoke, studying Potter a little.
Potter dipped his head in a slight nod, his green eyes searching Draco for something. "I did offer to protect your families. Theo though…"
"My father is a Death Eater. You do need to protect him on my account. I'm just here for moral support."
Potter grinned, turned to Blaise and raised an eyebrow. "You need protection?"
"Draco and I are due to be marked by the end of this year. I would prefer not to be marked by the Dark Lord and my mother can travel to France," Blaise explained then gestured to Draco. "He's really the one who needs protecting."
Draco grimaced as Potter turned to him. "I do not need protecting. I just need…"
"You need allies," Loki interrupted, leaning against the wall behind them and crossing his arms.
"Allies is such a strong word," Draco said, frowning.
Potter snorted. "Alright. Would I be right in guessing that Voldemort is staying in your family manor?"
"He visits," Draco spoke, remembering the look on his mother's face when she opened the door at the manor and saw Voldemort on the other side of it. Narcissa had gone pale but had quickly steadied herself. "My father… My parents have both lost weight since the Dark Lord returned and they've lost sleep."
"So they're not torturing people?"
"The Dark Lord is still recovering his forces," Blaise said thoughtfully. "He is not at that point yet but he will be soon. There have been minor attacks, as you know."
Potter nodded. "I know. I do occasionally read the paper, even if it disgusts me. Malfoy, would your father and mother be willing to act as spies?"
Draco blinked, thought of his parents. "If they're not, would you still offer your protection?"
"Yes. I would."
"I will have to owl them and ask," Draco finally replied.
Potter frowned but nodded, dropping his hands into the pockets of his robes. "I will wait for that answer. If they do need protection before then, tell them to go to London, to Grimmauld Place."
Draco raised an eyebrow, looking at Potter questioningly.
"Your mother will know where it is," Potter answered, glancing at Loki before returning his gaze to Draco. "Otherwise, I think we are done here."
Draco stared at Potter. "Potter-"
"Call me Harry when we're meeting."
"Fine. Harry, I am due to be marked by the end of this year. What are you going to do about that?"
"I do plan on killing him by then," Harry spoke, his green eyes lit up by the prospect.
Draco's eyes widened and Blaise let out a quiet gasp.
"Well then. Should we get back to our dorms?" Theo asked, looking between Draco and Blaise. "Thank you, Harry."
Draco looked at Harry before nodding. "You better keep your word."
"I will," Harry promised, grinning a little. "He's caused enough pain and death."
"That went much better than I thought it would," Harry remarked, watching as Blaise, Theo and Draco left. They were joined by Loki but there was also a Loki at Harry's side, making Harry grin widely. "You have gotta teach me that trick."