He is NOT my boyfriend! Part 19

Pairings: Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione, Seamus/Dean, Neville/Ginny, Blaise/Colin, Pansy/Millicent, Nott/Lavender(?)

Year: 6th

Warnings: Slash (homosexual couples and lesbian couples), WAFF (and fluff, I think), some sap, a little angst, hopefully Draco's not too OOC (everyone acts differently when they're in love), and NO plot! (That's PWP!), and Harry might be a bit OOC as well. (Ok, so maybe a small plot snuck it's way in, but oh well)

Notes: This as good as the details get. Remember folks- this is also HUMOR. Okay? It's written for mainly my amusement, and hopefully others. If there are canon errors, then let there be canon errors.

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. JKR owns them, not moi. I make no money off of this. Although, Rowling should take a page from my book. (I love you Rowling! Don't make Draco totally evil, please??) Also, any kind of Garfield or U.S. Acres references in here belongs to Jim Davis, the comic book genius. I also don't own Black Adder, which is one of the best British comedies ever.

I've lost sight of this fic, but I do remember what was going to happen. I'm sorry if I forgot anything. So if anything in here doesn't make sense, I'm sorry.

Also, did you know that it's been almost a year since I wrote the first chapter? It doesn't feel like I've been writing this for a whole year!

The first thought that crossed Harry's mind when he saw Draco's prone body was, 'please, please let him NOT be dead… please.' The second thought to pass through Harry's mind was, 'What the hell is Aethy doing?'

Under normal circumstances, the Winged Horse, whom Draco had detested ever since she forced him to fly on her back, wouldn't have gone to such great lengths to save him. Draco Malfoy still smelt rather odd to Aethy, and even though his aura was still undergoing some changes, the Dark scent should have made her not care for Draco's well being. Something was off, that much Harry could tell. The way Aethy's wings spread in a protective manner, the way she snorted and brayed, the way she bobbed her head up and down and side-to-side… it was very peculiar.

Did she know something Harry didn't? It was quite possible. Winged Horses were pretty intelligent in their own right, he had once heard. If they, Aethy and Abra, did have a reason for running off, and the reason was he and Draco… then he had to do something.

Harry's head was swimming from being knocked down so forcefully, and his glasses were covered in snow. He started to search for his wand as his head began to come more into focus. If he didn't do something now, then Aethy would get herself killed. In the middle of his search, he looked up quickly to watch as Aethy got up on her hind legs and tried to attack the dragon with her front hooves. The dragon roared, spitting bits of fire in the Pegasus's direction.

Getting to his feet, and scooping out his wand from the snow, Harry ran toward Aethy and Draco. Draco's body still wasn't moving, and it made Harry's heart leap in his throat. He was hardly paying attention to the fight going on between the Winged Horse and Dragon; all he wanted to do was to get to Draco, and get to him fast.

"Draco . . ." Harry sank into the snow by Draco's side, and put a couple fingers to Draco's throat. "Still alive, thank Merlin," Harry muttered. Just as he started to do some tiny healing spells on him, he heard Aethy neigh loudly, and then there was a thud. He turned his head sharply to see the sweet, and bold, Aethy lying on her side, blood streaked across her ribs. "AETHY!"

The black-scaled dragon fixed its eyes on Harry immediately. It slowly opened its mouth, and Harry prepared for the worse. He didn't know what spell could prevent such an attack at the moment… his mind was blank, his body was frozen, and his heart seemed to have stopped completely. It was like he was in slow motion all of a sudden.

Then he heard it. They were wings – familiar wings. Harry's head snapped up at the sound, as did the dragon, out of surprise. A wide grin split across Harry's face.

It was the other Winged Horse. It was Abra – and it seemed that he had brought a cavalry. Harry never thought that seeing those Thestrals again would be such a wonderful sight. At the arrival of the scaly, dark Winged Horses, the dragon backed off. The Abraxan swooped down first to stand between the dragon and the fallen Aethonan… his mate. He spread his impressive wingspan, and got up on his hind legs, neighing wildly. The Thestrals joined Abra, standing on either side like loyal troops, their white eyes fixed on the dragon.

He brought his attention back to Draco when he felt the other boy stir. Immediately, Harry lifted Draco into his arms and held him close to his chest. "It's okay," he murmured to the shaking man in his ear, "It'll be all right, now…"

"Harry…" Draco's voice broke, sounding so distant and in pain that it brought Harry close to tears.

"I'm here, Draco… I'm here. I'll always be here, love… Draco, please don't die on me," Harry muttered incoherently. He cradled Draco's head against his chest, running his fingers through Draco's red-streaked blonde hair.

Abra brayed, and the Thestrals followed, spreading their leathery wings. The dragon rose on its hunches as it prepared to attack.

'We need to get the hell out of here!' thought Harry, as he watched the horrible scene before him. His eyes darted from the beginning fight to the injured Pegasus lying in the snow, which was becoming more and more scarlet. All he could do at the moment was hold Draco to him, and protect him in any way he could. His hand trembled as he held his wand tightly, thoughts traveling through his head to try to come up with some sort of spell that would help.

Draco wiggled in his arms again, right when the Thestrals moved in to attack the dragon. He couldn't help but look down, lock eyes with his injured suitor, and gasp at the sight. Draco's left eye was becoming swollen, and there was a big gash on his forehead.

"Oh, Draco… I'm so sorry," Harry mumbled. The fighting in the background was muffled from the rushing sound in his ears. "I was being stupid and not listening … not understanding your point of view, and I'm sorry…"

"Har – Harry," Draco said hoarsely, "don't do that… don't … don't blame yourself…"

"But it is my fault," Harry stressed, feeling his eyes prick, "It is, and now you're hurt because of me, and my stubbornness, and… and I didn't want you hurt, and now you are, and I'm stupid - I'm so stupid! I'm so sorry, Draco. I'm sorry… I love you…"

Draco's eyes widened, and Harry felt his throat close up. Did he really say that out loud?

"You-you love me? For real?" Draco said, incredulously.

"I – yes, Draco… of course I do, you… you great git!" Harry let those tears come. He didn't care anymore. He didn't care if he was being a weak idiot.

"Harry," Draco slowly lifted a hand up to caress Harry's cheek, "I thought you still hated me. I'm – I'm so glad that you don't…"

"Of course I don't hate you!" Harry cried, leaning down to touch his forehead to Draco's blood soaked one, "And I don't want to lose you!"

"Harry…" Draco croaked, gripping at the back of Harry's neck, "I love you, too …"

He felt Draco's grip slowly loosen, and he looked down. Draco was slowly losing consciousness.

"No… no, Draco," he groaned, "Don't you… don't you dare leave me, you… you prat! Don't you dare – Draco!"

Grief overtook him in such a sudden burst that he brought Draco's limp body to his chest and hugged it tightly. He sobbed so loudly that he was sure that someone from down in Hogwarts' dungeons would be able to hear him. He had no idea what was going on with the fight, and right now, he could care less. All that mattered was that his love was dying, and he couldn't do a damn thing about it.

All of a sudden, there was a burst of light. It startled Harry, making him move away from Draco's body a little, and look down at his chest. He couldn't see it clearly, but he had a feeling that he knew what was making that glow: It was his phoenix brooch! It flared brightly, and then it suddenly felt wet against his neck. He brought a shaky hand up to his collar to find it soaked. At first, he thought that his tears had run down his cheeks and soiled his own shirt, but there was no salty trail from his jaw to his neck. The wetness came from his brooch.

He brought his hand away from his collar and noticed that it was sopping wet. It glowed, in a way, and then Harry finally understood. Phoenix tears! Harry couldn't believe it. His brooch really was like a real phoenix! He instantly brought his wet fingers down to Draco's forehead and smeared it all around. Right before his very eyes, Draco's wounds healed up, leaving no scar or a trace of blood.

Draco opened his eyes, and they stared at one another for a while. Harry felt his breath hitch, watching the life come back into Draco's eyes, and his cheeks gain color once again. Harry choked.

"What are you crying for, you great arse."

"Draco…" Harry half-sobbed, half-laughed, "I—I'm so glad you're all right…"

"I – yeah," Draco's cheeks flushed, "me too." They stared at each other for a moment longer, "Uh, Harry? You can let me up now."

"Oh! Yeah, sorry." Harry helped Draco to stand on his own two feet. They both looked over at the battle, which didn't look good. The Thestrals were doing a good job at keeping the dragon away from Aethy, but they were also losing ground. The dragon was proving to be too much for them after all.

"We gotta help them!"

"Help who?" asked Draco.

"The Thestrals and Abra!" Harry said, pointing his wand in their direction.

"Don't!" Draco hit Harry's arm down, "You might hit one of them!"

"But… but they're in trouble!" Harry said, and then gasped when one of the Thestrals landed heavily in the snow from a harsh blow to its neck. "NO!!" Harry screamed, "We need to…"

"Stupefy!!" Shouted many voices in a darkened area of the forest. There were so many jets of red streams coming from one location, which all hit the back of the dragon. The dragon shrieked, thrashing its head back and forth from the sudden attack.

"Stand your ground, men!" yelled a familiar voice, "this is the last one!"

Harry, being Harry, ran to help. Draco shouted after him, but Harry was already halfway there. He darted past one of the bucking Thestrals to get a better shot, and he pointed his wand straight at the dragon's chest. Once again, the Stunning Spell was announced by all who were hiding in the shadows. Harry followed suit, shouting with them – his Stunning spell hit the creature's chest, and it wobbled in pain. The Thestrals flew out of the way as the dragon fell with a huge thud onto a pile of hard snow.

All the wizards and witches that were in hiding came into view. They whooped and cheered as they ran out to finish the recapturing of the dragon. Charlie Weasley had spotted Harry right away, and he jogged up to him.

"Harry! Hey, mate, thanks for the help! I guess we needed that extra power to bring Henry down."

"Henry?" Harry blinked, and then looked over at the stunned dragon.

"Yes, that's his name." Charlie grinned. "Sorry that we lost control of them, but they just up and went crazy one day. Don't know why. We already caught Harold and William, so there's no trouble."

"Harold and William?" Harry repeated in shock.

"Oh, yeah… Henry here," Charlie gestured to the fallen dragon, "is a Hebridean Black. It's more aggressive than its Welsh counterpart, who is William. We caught him first, since the Common Welsh is usually the least troublesome. We spotted Harold, who's a Hungarian Horntail, threatening Grawp, who is Hagrid's half brother…"

"I don't believe this… you named them? And you named the Hungarian Horntail Harold?"

"Uh, yes… and as you probably figured it out, we named him Harold after you. You've developed quite a name for yourself since you went up against that one Hungarian Horntail in your fourth year… that was some impressive flying, I think."

"Making his head swollen even more, I see." said Draco as he waltzed up to them, "He already thinks that he's everybody and everything's savior."

Charlie eyed Draco with the usual loathing, but Harry sighed and put his arm around Draco's shoulders.

"Don't mind him, Charlie. He's just being his ungrateful self." Draco harrumphed at this.

"Um, Harry? Are you and… and young Malfoy…"

"Together?" Draco said, "Well, last time I checked, we were on a…"

"Yes," Harry interrupted, "Yes, we are together. We're very much together, and we love each other."

Charlie's eyes widened in shock for a bit, but then softened. "Oh, well, that's… different."

Draco peered over at Harry, who was blushing crimson. "Yes, it is different, isn't it?"

"Well," Harry said, looking down at the stained snow, "opposites attract."

Draco's eyes twinkled, and a small smile crept over his face. "Yes, I guess so."

Charlie cleared his throat in what was guessed as nervousness, "Well, then, I guess you two should get back to Hogwarts before anyone worries about you…"

"What about Aethy?" Harry interrupted, peering over Charlie's body, "We need to help her…"

"Don't worry about it," Charlie said with a smile, "I already owled Hagrid when we first spotted the Winged Horses, who were getting chased by Henry. We lost sight of them both when Aethy suddenly swooped down into the Forbidden Forest, so that's why we took so long getting here. The forest is a rather big place, after all."

Harry nodded in understanding, but had a hard time keeping his eyes off of the fallen Winged Horse.

Draco placed a hand on Harry's shoulder, and Harry looked over at him with worried eyes. Draco smiled slightly, "She'll be fine, Harry. Please don't get yourself worked up over a horse."

He knew that Draco was trying to be nicer about it, but it still made Harry frown. "She just saved your life! And you still… you're still sore about…"

Draco shook his head, "Harry, don't jump to conclusions like that. I – I don't think I hate her anymore. Of course I'm grateful."

"Oh." Harry said, looking back at the injured Pegasus. There were a couple witches crouched around her, checking her and healing her injuries. Harry was thankful. "I suppose we should get back, but…" he looked around at the other Winged Horses. The one Thestral that had fell was on its feet, nursing its own injury, and the other Thestrals were licking all the blood up from the ground that they could, before too much snow mixed in. There was even a Thestral nibbling at the spot where Draco had laid and bled a few minutes ago.

"Harry? Didn't you say before that there were Thestrals here?" Draco asked.

"Yes. They're still here." He watched the one Thestral licking the reddish snow in front of him.

"Oh," said Draco, "just wondering, because I can't see them."

Harry tightened his grip around Draco's shoulders, "I know you can't, and I'm glad for that."


There was silence for a while, and then Draco turned his body so that they were facing each other.

"So, we're ok now?" he asked, "We're – we're back together?"

Harry moved forward and gave Draco a small kiss on his lips, "I thought that I already made that clear?"

"Well…" Draco pretended to think, "maybe you should make it even more clear, in case I might forget…"

Harry pulled Draco closer, wrapping his arms completely around Draco's skinny waist, "I'll make it better than clear. I'll make it completely, and totally, real." And with that, Harry kissed him soundly, and slowly – taking his sweet time in exploring the mouth that he missed so much.

Standing just outside Hagrid's hut, Pansy, Ron, Hermione, Millicent, Nott, Blaise, Morag, Seamus, Dean, Lavender, Neville, and Parvati were worried for Harry and Draco. The Slytherins had said that when Draco left their common room so suddenly, they didn't know what was wrong. Hermione had explained to the Slytherins that Harry was missing, and it made them all wonder if Draco was with Harry right now.

"I hope they're all right," said Dean.

"It's like they vanished," said Millicent.

"Like an old oak table," said Nott.

Everyone turned their heads to stare at him.

"Vanished, you idiot, not varnished."

"Oh, sorry for not making myself more clear, Millie… but my uncle Bertram's old oak table completely vanished. 'Twas on the night of the great Stepney fire. And on that same terrible night, his house and all his other things completely vanished too. So did he, in fact. It was a most perplexing mystery."

Many of the Gryffindors tried not to laugh, and the Slytherins rolled their eyes.



Millicent cleared her throat, "It's up to you… either you can shut up, or I'll turn you into a newt."

Nott chewed on his bottom lip as the thought about it, and then he finally answered, "I'll shut up."

Lavender giggled, "Oh, you are a bit silly, aren't you?"

"Um…" Nott grinned a little, "Er… yes?" this made Lavender burst into more giggles.

Minutes later, there was a sudden swishing sound, and a beat up looking, but still functional, Winged Horse landed in front of them.

"Harry!" Hermione cried.

"Draco!" Pansy also cried.

Abra bowed his head, used his hoof to move a pile of snow out of the way, and started to nibble on little bits of brown grass. Harry came into view, along with Draco's arms, which were wrapped around Harry's torso a bit tightly. Harry smiled at them brightly.

"Hi, everyone. Look who we found," he patted Abra's soft neck, and Abra made a farting noise with his lips.

Everyone gathered around the Pegasus. Many of the Gryffindors were smiling with relief at the two, and a lot of the Slytherins were looking a bit confused at them.

"Are you all right, Draco?"

"What happened?"

"Are you hurt?"

"Did you run into those dragons?"

"This isn't Aethy, is it? Where's Aethy?"

"Tell us what happened, damn it!" shouted Ron. Harry laughed.

"I'll tell you all about it when we get back to the castle. And Aethy will be fine. She's being taken care of right now." He looked back at Draco, whom was still being quiet and keeping a hold of him. "Draco? Are you ready to come down now?"

Draco pouted a bit and nodded enthusiastically. Most laughed.

They both slid down off of Abra, who looked back at them when they hit the ground. Abra nuzzled his face against Harry's shoulder, and Harry laughed a bit, petting him back. Pansy and most of the other Slytherins were cooing over Draco, and making sure that he was all right. Harry was highly amused by this, mainly because Draco was acting as if he had just done a really bold act. Harry wasn't sure if it was because Draco had actually gotten on the Winged Horse with him in the first place, or if it was because of what he did to save Harry's life from the dragon.

"Draco!" Pansy shrieked, "Your hair is all messed up! And you've got snow in it! Did you fight a dragon? Ooo… I bet you were all wonderful and brave and stuff, weren't you? Did you help the Winged Horses, too? I wish I would have seen it!"

Draco was smug, and Harry shook his head in dismay. They'll all learn of what happened soon enough. But Harry won't deny that Draco did save his life, and he was rather wonderful. He let Draco be the Slytherins' hero as his own housemates crowded him.

"You all right, then, Harry?" Ron said, eyeing him over.

"I'm fine." Harry said, smiling a little. "It's not as if I had fought another basilisk."

"Close enough!" Ron said, "Those dragons can be real nasty things, you know. So, what happened to the dragon? Will you tell me at least that now instead of making me wait?"

Harry laughed. "Yes. Charlie and his co-workers, I guess they were, came at the nick of time and I helped them take the dragon down. I'll tell you all about it when we get back."

After a while, they all walked back to the castle, still laughing and talking like they were about to go to a party. Harry and Draco walked between the two groups, holding each other's hands in a death grip.

"So, the dragons is gone?"

"ARE gone," said Hermione.

"Yes, that's what I meant. They are gone, right?" Ron grinned.

"Yes, they are. And the Winged Horses are penned up again and ready for the next lesson."

Harry, Hermione, and Ron were sitting by the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room. Harry had just finished telling everyone what happened, and when he was done, they all went to bed, except for his two best friends. Hermione was in her usual favorite chair, finishing up on homework, and Ron was lying on the rug in front of the fire. Harry sat on the sofa, with his legs inclined and a satisfied smile on his face.

"I'm so glad that they were able to get Aethy back to health," Hermione said, dipping her quill into an inkbottle.

"Me too," said Harry, smiling.

"And someone seems rather happy," said Hermione.

"Oh?" Harry grinned, "You wouldn't be talking about me now, would you?"

"Do you see anyone else around here that's grinning like an idiot?" said Ron.

"Oh, thanks, Ron. I love you, too." Harry rolled his eyes.

"Well, I, for one, am happy for you, Harry." said Hermione.

"Thanks." Harry smiled. There was comfortable silence for a while before Hermione spoke again.

"You know what I was just thinking?"

"No," both boys said.

"I was thinking that maybe we should have another party…"

"Another one?" Ron gasped.

"Are you talking about a Slytherin/Gryffindor party?" asked Harry.

"Yes," she said, putting her quill down. "Unless you don't want to be with your boyfriend, and show the Slytherins that we can be just as hospitable as they were when they invited us to a party."

Ron groaned, "Do we have to, Hermione? Can't we just, I don't know… send them a thank you card or something?"

Harry sniggered. He could just picture the kind of Thank You card that the Gryffindors would make, too. The back of the card could have the Gryffindor emblem on it, like Hallmark had for its logo.

"No," said Hermione, "I really think we should have a party… right here in Gryffindor Tower. We can invite fifth years and up from both Houses, and we can even have contests again and whatever else we can think up."

"Another belching contest?" Ron's lips slowly curled upward.

Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes, but she said, "Yes, Ron, another belching contest. I doubt that you'd be able to beat Bulstrode again, though."

"Just watch me!" Ron grinned, looking very sure of himself.

"Is there going to be another drinking bet going on, too?" Harry asked, looking worried.

"Maybe," said Ron.

"Um, maybe we shouldn't," said Hermione, "I mean, drinking will be fine, but… well, remember what happened last time?"

"Oh, yeah…" Ron's face fell.

"You know," said Harry, getting up from the couch, "I think that's a good idea. I'll owl Draco and see what he thinks. Me, you, and Ron could chaperone. I don't think it would be a good idea to have anyone else in charge of the party. If we leave it up to Seamus and Dean…"

"Enough said." Hermione nodded. "All right, it's settled then. Owl Draco, and I'll make the invite to hang up on the bulletin board for tomorrow."

Harry nodded, smiling, and then went up to the boys' dormitory, taking the steps two at a time. He couldn't wait to be curled in Draco's arms by a roaring fire once again.


I know this one was a bit shorter than the other, and I apologize, but I wanted this part done and out of the way so that I could contemplate and figure out things for the last chapter. Thank you so much to all that have stuck with this story ever since I first wrote it. This February will be its one-year anniversary. :)

New A/N: I have no idea when I can get my muse to write the last chapter. I had began it a while ago, but things just aren't clicking for some reason. Perhaps I'll just have a short epilogue or something after this. Thank you to all that read and liked my story, and have reviewed. I really appreciate it, and thanks so much for being patient with me. Muses can be a pain in the arse sometimes.