Meet Ryuu Delacour

Ryuu: Japanese name meaning "dragon spirit"

AN: The idea for this fic is inspired by post/159134953037/but-in-the-end-their-greatest-weapon-is-you, and the expression on Draco's face. Of course, I wanted a bit of Drarry fluff to ensue. You're welcome. No flames, please. If you don't like it, then don't read it.

Cover Artist: whisperelmwood : Deviant Art

Chapter 1 : To Convince a Dragon

Harry turned his gaze from the headmaster to the Slytherin table, hearing the words but not really paying attention. The arrogant, proud Slytherin prince was staring down at the table. Many would immediately catalog his expression as one of disinterest and disrespect, but Harry knew better. Draco's face was drawn and tired.

"Their greatest weapon is you," Dumbledore said, and the students started rising to leave for bed.

Harry stood as well, but his eyes didn't leave the blonde. He watched as Draco glanced around half-heartedly, just seeming to realize that he should be getting up as well. He didn't budge other than to sag his shoulders further, looking for all the world as if he carried a great burden. Harry looked around at the great hall.

Perhaps not for all the world. It seemed Harry was the only one to notice, except for his godfather of course. The man was analyzing Draco with concern, and seemed tired himself.

Harry turned to Hermione.

"I'll meet you at the common room later, alright? I need to speak to him."

Ron opened his mouth in confused protest, but Hermione shushed him with one sharp jab of her elbow.

"Do what you think is best, Harry. You know we support you no matter what."

He made his way out of the hall with them, falling against the wall right outside with a silent notice-me-not and waiting. The blonde was one of the last to exit, a few stragglers with their heads shoved in books close by. Harry stepped out, removing his charm before gesturing towards an empty classroom with his head.

Draco didn't even notice him.

Harry sighed, gripping his arm and pulling him into the room, the two Ravenclaws none the wiser.

"Potter!" he seemed to be more himself, but Harry could see right through it.

"Draco."

The boy seemed to grasp around for a moment before delivering, "Didn't take you for a pouf, Potter. If you wanted it up the arse, you should've just asked."

Harry confidently brought his arm around the other male's waist, pulling him to his hips before easily lifting him onto the desk behind him. Harry frowned at how light he was, noticing how unnaturally pale the Slytherin was up close.

"I brought you here to offer you a way out, Malfoy, and I expect you to be Slytherin enough to take it."

Draco's eyes narrowed at that, his expression hopeful but suspicious.

"A Malfoy— "

"Will first and foremost look out for themselves and their family, and I am here to offer both safety."

Draco's mouth snapped shut.

"You don't even have to go to Dumbledore," Harry said in a soft voice, bringing his hand up to cup Draco's jaw, "I'll house both of your parents and yourself if you wish in one of my unplottable homes left to be by my godfather. I can remove the mark. The family of Lucius Malfoy will be presumed dead for all intents and purposes with only myself for the wiser, if you wish it."

Draco shook his head, tears falling from his eyes.

"The mark can't be removed, and he can kill us with it."

Harry growled, ripping open Draco's sleeve to stare at the blemished skin before him.

"Let me take it, Draco. I can take it all away."

Draco looked doubtful, and Harry pressed close in between his legs.

"What reason would you have for helping me, Potter? Surely you aren't so much of a Gryffindor that— "

Harry pressed a hard kiss to his lips, and Draco immediately slackened and allowed the bigger boy to take over his mouth. Harry released him quickly, pressing their foreheads together.

"Please, let me help you. If I need a reason, then it's because I want you safe so that I can have the chance to court you. Please. I know you don't want this life you've been forced into."

Draco stayed silent for a long time, and Harry was close to walking out the door and admitting his failure when he finally heard him speak.

"I will remain here," he said to Harry, taking his shaky hand to place it into Harry's. "I can't help you at all if I leave."

Harry looked as if he wanted to argue, but didn't want to risk Draco backing out.

"If you remain, you will be here under polyjuice. Draco Malfoy cannot exist this year."

"A little suspicious, don't you think? Me disappearing only to be replaced by some random dude?"

Harry smirked, pecking the boy on the lips.

"We'll time it about a month a part, and you'll be a Gryffindor. No one will even guess."

Draco continued looking doubtful, but it faded when Harry crowded him in more.

"I've got a plan, darling. I only need your permission to do a bit of saving."

The Slytherin drooped.

"You'll make all this go away?"

Harry gave in to his desire to bring the boy close, marveling at his vulnerability.

"Yes, Draco. Let me take care of you. I will. I promise."

Draco seemed to take a moment, his voice quiet when he spoke up.

"Just my mother then. My father will remain."

Harry frowned. "Are you sure, dragon? I don't like him, but I don't mind— "

"NO," Draco squeaked, his expression anxious. "Potter— "

"Harry."

"Huh?"

Harry smirked.

"If I'm to attempt courting you, I think you should call me Harry."

Draco blushed brightly, looking down at his shoes.

"He's a loyal death eater, Harry. I don't want him near my mother anymore."

Harry nodded his agreement, pulling Draco off the table and steadying him as he stood.

"I'll have her dead by tomorrow."

TBC