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nicevennTitle: Two Wizards and a Jedi
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dripping_cherry
Pairing: Harry/Draco/Anakin and every possible combination thereof ;)
Rating: NC-17
Timeline: Harry and Draco’s 7th year at Hogwarts. Anakin is around 20.
Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership of either Harry Potter or Star Wars. This fiction was written for fun, not profit, and is not intended for underage readers.
Wordcount: app. 1350
A/N: Disregards DH and most of HBP.
Summary: A short time ago, in a galaxy closer than we thought…
There were few things that Draco found more tedious than the sorting ceremony. It was the same every year—the little buggers would file into the Great Hall and wait excitedly or, in some cases, anxiously for the pointed hat to be placed upon their heads. Meanwhile, the rest of Hogwarts had to wait until everyone was sorted. The only thing that ever changed was the hat’s cheesy song.
Draco was currently sitting in his usual seat with a pained look on his face while the hat screamed out “Hufflepuff!” and a mousy-haired girl skipped off cheerfully to the corresponding table. His bored grey eyes lazily scanned the room in search of messy black hair. Ahh, yes. Predictable Potter was sitting next to the weasel and across from the mudblood. Catching Draco’s gaze, he glared through those tacky round spectacles of his. Draco yawned, turning away from Potter to scan the faculty table, which seemed longer than Draco remembered seeing it last.
The presence of two oddly dressed strangers sitting between Snape and McGonagall caught him by surprise. One of the men looked to be around Draco’s age; his companion was around thirty, with light brown hair and a beard. The younger of the two had darker, shaggier hair, and a bored, unhappy face. Draco found it impossible to tear his eyes away from those pouting lips, but he had to when the other boy caught him staring. By then, the sorting ceremony had ended, and Dumbledore had begun addressing the students.
“Now that you have all been sorted into your houses, there are a few things that I would like to bring to your attention. First, as you may have noticed, we have guests,” Dumbledore gestured towards the strangers at the faculty table. “They are visitors from far across the galaxy…”
Draco wondered if the old headmaster had finally lost his mind. He’d seen it coming, that’s for sure. Apparently, it had finally happened because it was impossible that anyone could have come to Hogwarts from across the galaxy, simply impossible.
Exclamations of disbelief erupted across the Great Hall, but were hushed by the Headmaster’s bellowing voice. “Silence!”
The noise stopped, and Dumbledore continued, “The Jedi are interested in learning about wizard magic….”
Jedi? What the bloody hell is a Jedi ? Draco realized he should have been listening instead of letting his mind wander.
“… therefore, we have agreed to allow Mr. Skywalker to spend a year as a student at Hogwarts. I hope you will join me in welcoming him.”
There was some confused applause while Dumbledore looked expectantly at the one called Skywalker, who hadn’t budged and apparently had no intention of doing so.
“Mr. Skywalker, if you could please step forward so that you can be sorted into your house…”
The younger of two strangers stood hesitantly, glaring at his companion who smiled in return. Draco watched intently as he approached the chair next to Dumbledore. He was wearing a wide-sleeved black tunic with leather tabards and knee-high boots. It was an unusual outfit, but Draco thought it was rather sexy. He suddenly remembered seeing Potter in his oversized muggle clothing as they were getting onto the train earlier that day. Thank Merlin Hogwarts required uniforms.
The sorting hat stayed on Skywalker’s head for a long time, apparently thinking. Draco wondered what it was saying to him. It hadn’t said anything to Draco, actually, because it had barely touched his head before it had screamed, “Slytherin!” But he’d heard other students saying that the hat had spoken to them in their minds.
“Gryffindor!” the hat bellowed at last, and Draco couldn’t help but feel disappointment as Skywalker took his place at Potter’s table.
Dumbledore cleared his throat and waited for silence to resume before he continued addressing the crowd. “You will be noticing many changes at Hogwarts this year. Most importantly, we will focus on improving inter-house relations. Therefore, you will be working together in classes and sharing dormitories with members of the other houses.”
A wave of protest arose, one whose volume peaked at the Slytherin table. Draco thought he would gag. Working together with Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs! That wouldn’t do at all. He was happy that, as head boy, he would not have to share a dorm with anyone.
*****
On the way to his room after the feast, Draco spotted Skywalker and his companion in the hallway. They were speaking a strange language that didn’t sound like anything Draco had ever heard before. Although he didn’t understand a word they were saying, Draco could guess that Skywalker was not happy about being there. He seemed to be complaining to his older companion, who was obviously trying to reason with him.
It all seemed so odd. Draco had never even considered the possibility of beings living on other planets—extraterrestrial life simply wasn’t an issue among wizards. Muggles were obsessed with the idea, but they usually imagined aliens as disgusting grey creatures with huge eyes and cone-shaped heads.
Now they were here, at Hogwarts, and they were apparently human, but better-looking. Draco tried to shake those thoughts. If he let his mind wander too much, he wouldn’t be able to get his beauty sleep. He opened the door to his solitary dorm—and froze. The room wasn’t solitary at all. As a matter of fact, it was occupied by one grumpy-looking Harry Potter who scowled when Draco entered.
“What the bloody hell are you doing here?” asked Draco. “Get out of my room.”
“Not a chance, Malfoy. It’s my room, too.”
Draco stood staring at Potter while anger poured into his veins like lava. “I’m not sharing a room with you,” he said firmly.
Potter shrugged. “Then talk to Dumbledore. He said he wouldn’t let us change rooms.”
Great. If the Golden Boy had been unable to convince Dumbledore to change their rooming arrangement, it wasn’t likely that Draco would.
“Well, you’re going to have to find somewhere else to sleep because…”
“If you have a problem Malfoy, you can leave. I’m not going anywhere.”
“This is my room!” protested Draco.
“Apparently it’s our room.”
Draco thought he would explode. Head boys and girls were supposed to have their own rooms. That was the way it’s always been. “Dumbledore must have gone mad. Why else would he make you head boy? My father’s going to hear about this…”
“Then go tell your father, Malfoy. It’s not like I want to be stuck here with you.”
Their bickering was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the open door. “What?!” they yelled simultaneously, glaring at the intruder.
Skywalker looked surprised, but not at all intimidated. “Sorry to interrupt, but I think I’m in here, too,” he said in surprisingly good English.
Draco’s eyes automatically shot to the third bed, which he hadn’t noticed before, focused as he’d been on the bespectacled intruder in his room.
“Welcome to Hogwarts,” said Draco’s nemesis, extending his hand. “I’m Harry Potter.”
Reluctantly, Draco followed Potter’s lead. “Draco Malfoy.”
“Anakin Skywalker. Nice to meet you.”
Draco cursed the butterflies that fluttered in his stomach when Skywalker’s blue eyes met his. He also berated himself for the thought that sharing a room with Gryffindors might not be so bad after all.
It was Potter who broke the silence that followed as the three boys unpacked. “Well, I’m off to see some friends. You’re welcome to come with, Anakin.”
Skywalker appeared both surprised that Draco hadn’t been invited, and reluctant to refuse Potter’s offer. At last, he said, “I think I’ll stay and go to bed soon—I’m exhausted. But thank you.”
Potter nodded and said, “No problem,” but he looked disappointed, and that brought a smirk to Draco’s face.
“See you later, Potter,” Draco said, but Potter ignored him and shut the door.
As soon as Potter left, Draco turned his attention to Skywalker, who really did look tired. He didn’t seem to notice that he was being watched. Draco licked his lips, wondering how soon he could get himself laid.
Tbc…
Author:
dripping_cherryPairing: Harry/Draco/Anakin and every possible combination thereof ;)
Rating: NC-17
Timeline: Harry and Draco’s 7th year at Hogwarts. Anakin is around 20.
Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership of either Harry Potter or Star Wars. This fiction was written for fun, not profit, and is not intended for underage readers.
Wordcount: app. 1350
A/N: Disregards DH and most of HBP.
Summary: A short time ago, in a galaxy closer than we thought…
There were few things that Draco found more tedious than the sorting ceremony. It was the same every year—the little buggers would file into the Great Hall and wait excitedly or, in some cases, anxiously for the pointed hat to be placed upon their heads. Meanwhile, the rest of Hogwarts had to wait until everyone was sorted. The only thing that ever changed was the hat’s cheesy song.
Draco was currently sitting in his usual seat with a pained look on his face while the hat screamed out “Hufflepuff!” and a mousy-haired girl skipped off cheerfully to the corresponding table. His bored grey eyes lazily scanned the room in search of messy black hair. Ahh, yes. Predictable Potter was sitting next to the weasel and across from the mudblood. Catching Draco’s gaze, he glared through those tacky round spectacles of his. Draco yawned, turning away from Potter to scan the faculty table, which seemed longer than Draco remembered seeing it last.
The presence of two oddly dressed strangers sitting between Snape and McGonagall caught him by surprise. One of the men looked to be around Draco’s age; his companion was around thirty, with light brown hair and a beard. The younger of the two had darker, shaggier hair, and a bored, unhappy face. Draco found it impossible to tear his eyes away from those pouting lips, but he had to when the other boy caught him staring. By then, the sorting ceremony had ended, and Dumbledore had begun addressing the students.
“Now that you have all been sorted into your houses, there are a few things that I would like to bring to your attention. First, as you may have noticed, we have guests,” Dumbledore gestured towards the strangers at the faculty table. “They are visitors from far across the galaxy…”
Draco wondered if the old headmaster had finally lost his mind. He’d seen it coming, that’s for sure. Apparently, it had finally happened because it was impossible that anyone could have come to Hogwarts from across the galaxy, simply impossible.
Exclamations of disbelief erupted across the Great Hall, but were hushed by the Headmaster’s bellowing voice. “Silence!”
The noise stopped, and Dumbledore continued, “The Jedi are interested in learning about wizard magic….”
Jedi? What the bloody hell is a Jedi ? Draco realized he should have been listening instead of letting his mind wander.
“… therefore, we have agreed to allow Mr. Skywalker to spend a year as a student at Hogwarts. I hope you will join me in welcoming him.”
There was some confused applause while Dumbledore looked expectantly at the one called Skywalker, who hadn’t budged and apparently had no intention of doing so.
“Mr. Skywalker, if you could please step forward so that you can be sorted into your house…”
The younger of two strangers stood hesitantly, glaring at his companion who smiled in return. Draco watched intently as he approached the chair next to Dumbledore. He was wearing a wide-sleeved black tunic with leather tabards and knee-high boots. It was an unusual outfit, but Draco thought it was rather sexy. He suddenly remembered seeing Potter in his oversized muggle clothing as they were getting onto the train earlier that day. Thank Merlin Hogwarts required uniforms.
The sorting hat stayed on Skywalker’s head for a long time, apparently thinking. Draco wondered what it was saying to him. It hadn’t said anything to Draco, actually, because it had barely touched his head before it had screamed, “Slytherin!” But he’d heard other students saying that the hat had spoken to them in their minds.
“Gryffindor!” the hat bellowed at last, and Draco couldn’t help but feel disappointment as Skywalker took his place at Potter’s table.
Dumbledore cleared his throat and waited for silence to resume before he continued addressing the crowd. “You will be noticing many changes at Hogwarts this year. Most importantly, we will focus on improving inter-house relations. Therefore, you will be working together in classes and sharing dormitories with members of the other houses.”
A wave of protest arose, one whose volume peaked at the Slytherin table. Draco thought he would gag. Working together with Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs! That wouldn’t do at all. He was happy that, as head boy, he would not have to share a dorm with anyone.
*****
On the way to his room after the feast, Draco spotted Skywalker and his companion in the hallway. They were speaking a strange language that didn’t sound like anything Draco had ever heard before. Although he didn’t understand a word they were saying, Draco could guess that Skywalker was not happy about being there. He seemed to be complaining to his older companion, who was obviously trying to reason with him.
It all seemed so odd. Draco had never even considered the possibility of beings living on other planets—extraterrestrial life simply wasn’t an issue among wizards. Muggles were obsessed with the idea, but they usually imagined aliens as disgusting grey creatures with huge eyes and cone-shaped heads.
Now they were here, at Hogwarts, and they were apparently human, but better-looking. Draco tried to shake those thoughts. If he let his mind wander too much, he wouldn’t be able to get his beauty sleep. He opened the door to his solitary dorm—and froze. The room wasn’t solitary at all. As a matter of fact, it was occupied by one grumpy-looking Harry Potter who scowled when Draco entered.
“What the bloody hell are you doing here?” asked Draco. “Get out of my room.”
“Not a chance, Malfoy. It’s my room, too.”
Draco stood staring at Potter while anger poured into his veins like lava. “I’m not sharing a room with you,” he said firmly.
Potter shrugged. “Then talk to Dumbledore. He said he wouldn’t let us change rooms.”
Great. If the Golden Boy had been unable to convince Dumbledore to change their rooming arrangement, it wasn’t likely that Draco would.
“Well, you’re going to have to find somewhere else to sleep because…”
“If you have a problem Malfoy, you can leave. I’m not going anywhere.”
“This is my room!” protested Draco.
“Apparently it’s our room.”
Draco thought he would explode. Head boys and girls were supposed to have their own rooms. That was the way it’s always been. “Dumbledore must have gone mad. Why else would he make you head boy? My father’s going to hear about this…”
“Then go tell your father, Malfoy. It’s not like I want to be stuck here with you.”
Their bickering was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the open door. “What?!” they yelled simultaneously, glaring at the intruder.
Skywalker looked surprised, but not at all intimidated. “Sorry to interrupt, but I think I’m in here, too,” he said in surprisingly good English.
Draco’s eyes automatically shot to the third bed, which he hadn’t noticed before, focused as he’d been on the bespectacled intruder in his room.
“Welcome to Hogwarts,” said Draco’s nemesis, extending his hand. “I’m Harry Potter.”
Reluctantly, Draco followed Potter’s lead. “Draco Malfoy.”
“Anakin Skywalker. Nice to meet you.”
Draco cursed the butterflies that fluttered in his stomach when Skywalker’s blue eyes met his. He also berated himself for the thought that sharing a room with Gryffindors might not be so bad after all.
It was Potter who broke the silence that followed as the three boys unpacked. “Well, I’m off to see some friends. You’re welcome to come with, Anakin.”
Skywalker appeared both surprised that Draco hadn’t been invited, and reluctant to refuse Potter’s offer. At last, he said, “I think I’ll stay and go to bed soon—I’m exhausted. But thank you.”
Potter nodded and said, “No problem,” but he looked disappointed, and that brought a smirk to Draco’s face.
“See you later, Potter,” Draco said, but Potter ignored him and shut the door.
As soon as Potter left, Draco turned his attention to Skywalker, who really did look tired. He didn’t seem to notice that he was being watched. Draco licked his lips, wondering how soon he could get himself laid.
Tbc…
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Date: 2007-10-12 05:03 pm (UTC)