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Beginning

Deep Thinking

Draco raked his eyes over the sweaty sleepy figure beside him. Harry had been unusually exhausted today, and Draco tried to bury his enraged feelings from wrecking the delicate semblance of a bond between them. He knew Harry visited the Weasleys. Now he wouldn't have cared if Harry had established some sort of friendship with the miserable hoard of weasels but that was unfortunately not the case.
Harry had had no previous connection to the blood-traitors so it only served to prove that they had got his attention entirely because of the girl. Ginevra Weasley, Draco would have envied her for Harry's attention, but he didn't think of him as that low to exchange positions with such a lowly creature.

It was bitter rejection. Both Draco and little Weasley had vied for Harry's attention. Draco in those early years had thought he had been more successful as all the girl had been able to manage was turn her cheeks red and avert her eyes whenever Harry looked in her direction. A very dismal effort.
Turned out she didn't have to make the slightest effort. Harry had fallen for her ghastly red hair (in his opinion) the moment he had seen her.

Of course he could not show such feelings towards her. Not in the public's eye. It was heavily frowned upon to consort with one from a blood-traitor family unless one could reform them. Little Weasley had refused. She was too attached to her wretched family to leave them for a happy life with Harry. One of the reasons why Draco hadn't arranged for her departure((cough' from the earth cough').

There was also Harry's de facto guardian. Regulus Arcturus Black, high serving follower of the Dark Lord who had ultimately put all his fears to rest by restricting Harry's movements. Alas, now that Harry was no longer in Draco's dear uncle's control he did as he pleased.

Draco couldn't help the randoms questions from plaguing his mind. This could not have been the first time, so how often did Harry go? Was he intimate with the bent? Did he take off his aloof mask when with her? Did he have sex with her today? Could he have? How Draco felt like strangling the sleeping figure's neck in bubbling hot rage.

The soft sheets shifted beneath him and Draco looked over to see Harry now turned towards him. He would never have consciously allowed for that to ever happen and yet it was such a refreshing sight to see those lips without their usual crease and face open showing every passing emotion plainly.
He knew he had a tamed beast on his side. Harry had killed thousands of rebels and would go to kill some more. Their moments together were fleeting. The reigning Lords were not one to let go of powerful and feared generals for the whims of purebloods albeit a high-ranking one he may be.

But if he had Harry's cooperation it would be possible to keep him away from the wars. But that was the tragedy. Harry would rather go for battles far away from Draco than spend time with him in relative safety. Was Draco really such bad company that he preferred quelling rebellions over being near him?

The Slytherin slowly went off to sleep putting an end to the tormenting thoughts.

...x...x...x...x...

The tired green-eyed woman gave Albus a piercing look.

"How much longer?" she rasped, throat dry and unused.

"I try Lily, I try every time. But he never comes when I lead the rebellions. I have yet to find a single opportunity to make contact with him."

"They know then." Lily stated plainly

"I have reasons to believe some of them do." Albus answered vaguely

Lily sighed, "Headmaster, if one of them know, it won't be long for the rest to be informed."

"One cannot say that is always the case Lily, you must understand that each Dark Lord lives in suspicion of the other. They are always looking out for their own interests and then there are some...who like to have an advantage over their allies. Indeed it is them we have to monitor closely."

"Who's reign is it now?"

Albus gave a grim smile and his blue eyes dimmed a little as he said, "Gellert Grindelwald...well his reign is coming to an end now and soon the Dark Lady Asmerel will take over. I have reasons to believe we may have some opportunities to engage with your son during her rule."

"You are sure Grindelwald would not inform her? Are they not required to list every potential traitor of the Allied World?"

"We shall find out won't we." said Albus softly, gazing off at a distance, "If she sends him to quell the coming rebellion, we will know her lack of knowledge."

"It could be a trap Albus." warned a one-eyed man standing guard against the door.

"I'll take that risk." answered Albus, then smiled at the bartender, "And one more Sherbet please."