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Chapter 2 – Far Reaching Consequences

'He's bloody gone!' Ron burst out as soon as he entered the kitchen. 'Oww, Mum what was that for.' He added, rubbing his head.

'Ronald Weasley, you will mind your language, young man. Now, who's gone? Molly asked calmly as she placed a plate of scrambled eggs on the table in front of them all. Ginny and Hermione sat down one side of the table with a vacant chair for Ron with Arthur, Sirius and Remus down the other. All were looking up at Ron in confusion.

'Harry?' Hermione asked.

'No, I would have seen him, if he'd come out.' Sirius said firmly as he reached for some bacon.

'He'd have tripped over you, more likely.' Remus snorted, earning himself a smack of his own.

'Shut up, Moony.'

Ginny grabbed the last piece of toast before Ron could and bit into it. 'Hey, where's Malfoy?'

Ron let out a sigh of exasperation. 'He's gone, that's what I've been trying to tell you. I heard something banging in his room and I went to check and it was his closet door. The window was open and the breeze was making the door hit against the wall. Half his stuff is gone too!'

Remus and Sirius exchanged glances. 'His window was open you say?'

Ron nodded. 'Good riddance to bad rubbish, I say.' He added through a mouthful of eggs.

'Eww, Ron.' Hermione squealed.

'More muggle expressions.' Arthur muttered curiously with a shake of his head.

Both Remus and Sirius were oblivious. 'Harry.' They whispered and as one ran for the door.

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Unlike anytime in the previous four days the door actually opened to their touch, but, just like Draco's, the room was empty.

'Merlin's balls.' Sirius swore and for once Molly, who had followed them together with everyone else, didn't admonish him.

'It must be a coincidence. Harry wouldn't go anywhere willingly with Malfoy.' Hermione insisted.

'What about unwillingly?' Ron ground out.

'I doubt Harry would let Malfoy into his room if he meant to harm him.' Remus said calmly.

'Harry's probably hiding somewhere else in the house. Either way, Albus needs to be informed.' Molly said briskly even as he voice shook with concern, bustling from the room and heading for the fireplace downstairs.

'He can't have jumped.' Sirius looked out the window to thistle covered ground a good fifteen feet away. 'He must have flown.'

'Nope, his broom is still locked up in the dungeons where that toad woman left it. I don't think Professor Dumbledore gave it back yet because he couldn't use it in the hols anyway.' Ginny piped up.

'Well he wouldn't have flown with the ferret.' Ron said resolutely, a scowl of epic proportions on his face.

'Maybe he snuck out when Sirius came down for breakfast. Why don't we split up and check the rest of the house before Albus gets here?' Remus suggested and for lack of a better idea they did just that and began checking every room in the house.

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'Potter?' Draco asked tentatively as he finally steered the broom towards the ground just as dawn was breaking over the horizon.

'Mmm?'

'We're here.'

Draco felt the taller boy pull away and look up at the enormous house they landed gently in front of. 'Where's here?'

'Malfoy Manor.' Draco told him. 'I didn't know where else to go. Besides, the library has what we need.'

'What of…?' Harry trailed off, unsure of exactly what term to use.

'I don't know. He didn't come that often but he is keyed into the wards.'

Harry looked up at the house in silence for several minutes before he closed his eyes and reached out from where they stood towards the house, sapphire scales glinting on the back of his right hand. 'You hold the wards.' He said suddenly, opening his eyes and staring down at Draco.

The Slytherin nodded. 'Yes, they transferred to me when my father went to Azkaban.'

'Why don't you change them, so that He cannot enter? Then your mother would be safe and you could go home.'

Draco looked down, pretending to check his broom was alright. 'I don't know how and I'm not strong enough just to force them to obey me.' He admitted quietly.

Harry waited till the blond looked up again. 'Why don't we look how to change them first?' He suggested softly. Draco stared at him.

'You could change them.' Draco said suddenly.

Harry frowned. 'I doubt I'm strong enough either…and besides, I'm not a Malfoy.'

Draco lowered his broom to the ground and reached into his pocket pulling out a small gem encrusted flick knife and slicing along his palm before looking back up at Harry, his grey eyes bright in the waning moonlight. 'Here. Your Draconian side knows what to do.'

Harry's eyes widened as he stared at the blood welling in the pale hand. 'I don't know.' He breathed, tearing his eyes away and capturing grey.

'Please, Harry.' Draco whispered, stepping until his was mere inches from the taller boy. 'Please help me keep my mother safe.'

Harry's head felt light as Draco stared intently at him and suddenly his head was filled with images of his own mother and what she had done to save him and he nodded slowly, holding out his hand and letting the other boy run the blade over it before gently joining their hands together and closing his eyes.

Draco swayed as the weight of Harry's magic surrounded him, pulsing along his veins as if carried by his very blood. He distantly felt Harry's free arm wrap around his waist in an effort to keep him steady but it was several minutes before he could stand securely on his own. He could feel the warmth of Harry's body next to his and the soft breath drifting across his temple and that same feeling of safety he had felt when on the broom returned tenfold and he found himself resting his head on the now strong shoulder.

'Are you okay, Malfoy?' Harry asked a few minutes later, his voice even huskier than before.

Draco nodded and swallowed and pulled away. 'Yes. It's just….'

Harry removed his hand from Draco's and wiped the blood off on his robe before clenching it in an effort to stop it bleeding even as he reached out towards the house once again and closed his eyes.

Draco opened his mouth to say something but closed it quickly as he felt a twinge in his very core. His own magic surged as Harry fed his into the wards, twisting and melding them. The Draconian deep inside of him demanding the magic obey as only a Draconian can. It didn't take long and a few minutes later, Harry lowered his arm, his breathing heavy as he staggered sideways.

'I think there is a lot I need to learn about the monster inside me.' He whispered.

Draco grasped his arm to steady him. 'You're not a monster, Potter.' The Slytherin murmured.

Harry just stared at him before looking away. Draco didn't push it further, just picking up his broom and steering Harry towards the house. Neither boy said anything as they walked in, the wall sconces flaring instantly.

'I think we should try and get some rest first.'

Harry didn't question the Slytherin, he was exhausted, instead allowing himself to be pulled through the lit hallways and up a flight of stairs, through more hallways till they came to a set of double doors.

Draco threw them open and crossed a well furnished sitting room and through another door. Harry didn't even flinch as Draco reached up and un-clasped his cloaked, laying it over the end of the bed and pulling back the covers. 'If you need anything just call for me. I'll be in the room across from you, okay.'

Harry nodded even as he pulled off his shirt and kicked off his shoes and trousers before lying down, without even trying to get under the blanket.

Draco didn't move. Couldn't move. He was mesmerized by the sapphire scales again as he saw they continued on down the other's neck, across his right shoulder and down his back to just above the waistband of his underwear. He swallowed and reached out hesitantly, gently running his fingertips across the back of Harry's shoulder eliciting a gentle growl from the Boy-Who-Lived who was already quite clearly asleep. The scales were surprisingly soft, and surprisingly hot, and Draco realised why the other needed no blanket. He found himself tracing the scales further, studying where scales met skin intently; knowing he could never do this had the other boy been awake, especially considering how the other felt about the changes to his body.

'Thank you, Harry.' Draco whispered finally before stealing from the room.

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'How long have you been up?' Harry's voice drifted from the open doorway and Draco looked up from the book he was reading. It was almost lunchtime and the sun shined brightly through the windows.

'Not long, an hour or so. I wrote to my mother so she would know I'm safe as I'm sure Dumbledore would have written to her. She's going to remain in France for another week or so.'

Harry nodded abruptly. 'Hopefully I'll have the answers I need by then and be back to normal.'

Draco frowned and laid down the book he was reading as he stood up. 'Potter, you must understand, this is you now.' He spoke calmly as he crossed to where Harry was standing. 'You won't change back to the way you were.'

Harry's eyes widened and he looked as if he'd been punched in the stomach. 'No. I…I can't. I can't stay like this forever. I can't.'

'It'll be okay, Potter.'

'Stop calling me that.' Harry growled.

'Harry.' Draco amended quietly. 'There are many books here that will help you to understand what you are but you are going to have to get used to looking like this.'

'I can't go back like this. How will I ever face everyone again? I have to find something. Maybe a glamour so no one will know. They could just think I have grown or something.' Harry insisted, grasping at straws.

Draco shook his head. 'The Draconian inheritance is a gift from Magick herself. It can't be hidden.'

The large green eyes filled with tears and the scales down the side his Harry's face lightened till they were a pale sky blue. Draco reached out to touch them only to find them now cold as ice. 'They will accept you, Harry. They won't care.'

Harry shook his head, moving away from Draco's touch. 'No, they will stare. They will all stare.' He gasped out before fleeing back into his room and closing the door behind him.

Draco sighed and lowered his arm as he moved backwards. He had no idea of what to do. He knew about Draconians. All about them. He had been gifted with a derivative of the name after all, and he had endeavored to find out all he could about them in his youth. He had never seen one in the flesh so to speak. Nor had anyone else he knew, considering how long it had been since the last one had lived, and the Boy-Who-Lived was now an incredible sight to behold. Draco doubted he had seen anything so stunning in his entire life. The looks of a divine being, the body of a Nordic god and the power of Mage, all combined with the grace of a predator and the heart of a lion into something that caused Draco's breath to catch every time he laid eyes on him and his heart to practically stop every time he touched him.

He had no idea of why he agreed to help the young man who had been his enemy for the last five years. No idea of what possessed him to bring him to Malfoy Manor, and no idea of what he was thinking when he combined his blood with the other's; but the images that sprang to his mind now whenever he saw the other had him reeling. He hadn't been too bad before, but having seen the figure all but naked last night he now found it all but impossible not to think of that powerful chest and broad shoulders and narrow waist leading to...

Suddenly the door to Harry's room was flung open and the Draconian was framed within. And it was definitely the Draconian. He filled the doorway, his hands clenched tightly on the door frame either side of him and green eyes flashing dangerously. It was the look in those green eyes that had Draco backing up rapidly, Harry following him until Draco yelped when his back hit the wall behind him. Harry loomed over him, his hands grasping Draco's shoulders, lifting him until Harry's face was buried in Draco's neck and his tall muscular body pressing Draco's tightly against the wall.

'Draco.' The husky tones drifted across the haze that was now Draco's mind and he shivered. 'What are you doing to me?'

Draco had no idea of what he meant as moments later possessive lips covered his own and he was completely incapable of coherent thought. Harry's hands moved from his shoulders to wrap around his waist as his mouth plundered the blonde's. Draco let out a moan as Harry's lips left his and trailed down his neck. He could feel the blazing hot scales against his cheek and neck as his head swum. Harry's hands lowered again to cup his arse and the Draconian spun them from the wall to land on the table nearby, his mouth never leaving Draco's neck until he had all but shredded the Slytherin's shirt and the trail moved down across the pale chest. It was only as Harry reached the buckle of his pants that reality returned to Draco.

'Harry.' He whispered, reluctant to stop the other boy but knowing Harry would regret what had come over him later. 'Harry, stop.'

Harry thankfully, seemed to hear him through the haze of lust and he tore himself away from the table and Draco, panting heavily as he hit the wall and slid down to the floor. 'What the hell is happening to me?' He rasped out, his arms around his knees and his face hidden.

Draco pulled himself up off the table, ignoring the remnants of his shirt that hung from his arms and knelt beside the other. 'I'm sorry. I think that was me.' He said softly.

Harry looked up at him, his expression pained. 'How?'

'I'm a natural Legilimans.' The Slytherin murmured. 'I can push my thoughts into others. Can't do Occlumency worth a damn though.'

The Gryffindor shook his head, his black hair bouncing around his face. 'But we weren't looking at each other. We weren't even in the same room.'

Harry frowned as Draco moved slightly further away as if expecting an outburst. 'I don't think we needed to. I think it's because we exchanged blood.' The Slytherin said quietly.

He was to be disappointed at least for the moment as Harry's face became shuttered and he pushed off the wall and stood up. 'I see.' The Gryffindor murmured as he moved to cross the room, Draco's mouth going dry at the sight. 'For god's sake, Malfoy. Can you control your thoughts for just one minute?' Harry snapped.

'Sorry.' Draco said sheepishly.

'So what are we bonded now or something?'

Draco shook his head as he stood, his eyes still on the muscular form across the room. 'No, we're kind of like blood brothers, I think.' He swallowed heavily, his mouth suddenly dry as the muscles flexed across Harry's back underneath his shirt

Harry was across the room in an instant and Draco found himself pressed hard against the wall once again. 'Are you sure, Draco?' He hissed darkly and Draco's breath caught in his throat at the sound. Harry's eyes were so dark with lust they were almost black. 'Because what I'm feeling right now isn't all that brotherly.' Harry went on, grinding his hips into Draco's as his tongue glided across the shell of his ear. 'And going by the images you're shoving into my head, you're not feeling all that brotherly either.'

'Harry, please.' Draco found himself unable to move. The combination of the Draconian's power surrounding him and the feel of that firm body against his own once again, he couldn't have stopped if he'd wanted to, and he doubted that Harry could stop until Draco stopped broadcasting such wanton images to him as well.

'What, Draco? What do you want? I can't stop this so it's up to you.' Harry went on, the Draconian in him far too strong to overcome. The Gryffindor returned his lips to the pale throat in front of him and began laying a trail down towards the collarbone.

'Don't stop.' Draco breathed as Harry's hands returned to his arse.

'Draco, I can't stop. You have to be sure, or you have to end it.' Harry murmured as his lips traced back up to Draco's and his hips ground the blonde hard against the wall once again.

Draco shook his head as he pushed back against the taller figure. 'No. Do it. I might never get past this otherwise.'

'Draco.' Harry tried again but Draco claimed his lips and kissed him hard and Harry was lost. Between the pull of the Draconian blood that had been shared and the images Draco continued broadcasting Harry could not have stopped no matter how much he wanted to and he quickly lowered them both to the floor, a thick rug suddenly appearing under them.

Draco's clothes were banished moments later and Harry stared down at the pale body underneath his own. 'Beautiful.' He murmured as he returned his lips to Draco's.

Sometime later, once Draco was fully relaxed, Harry finally sank into the warmth of the body beneath him. He had never done this before but to the Draconian in him it was like coming home and it took little before he was pounding into the willing body before him as he rose higher and higher towards the finish.

'Harry, please.' Draco begged, pushing hard back against him. Harry reached between them and took Draco in hand, stroking in time with his own rhythm until minutes later that were both screaming loudly.

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'I'm sorry.'

Harry turned to see the blonde staring at him from the doorway, a look of shame on his face the Gryffindor had never seen before. 'Don't be.' He said curtly before turning back to stare out the window once again. After they'd finished Harry had blacked out at the force of it and had woken up several hours later in his bed. His mind had gone back over the events of the hours before and his own face had burned in shame. He'd practically raped the other boy, who had no way of counteracting the heady presence of such powerful magic.

'No, I mean it.' Draco said again, walking silently over to the Gryffindor standing by the window. 'I should have known better than to mix our blood. I've been so careful since my birthday not to look into people's eyes or touch them. I don't know why I did something so stupid.'

'So why did you?' Harry's voice was soft and it was clear to Draco that he was repulsed by what he'd done.

Draco restrained the urge to touch him. 'I…I wanted to be safe. I wanted my mother to be safe.'

The Slytherin watched as Harry's jaw clenched. 'Where did you get the images of my mother?' He ground out.

Draco frowned for a moment before he realised what Harry was talking about.

'Yes, those ones.' Harry added as the image of a woman with auburn hair and bright green eyes flashed before both of them.

'Severus.' Draco whispered.

Harry turned to him and raised an eyebrow. 'I didn't think you could do Legilimancy, Draco.' He drawled softly.

Draco's breath caught again at the husky tone. 'I..I can't. I looked in his pensieve.' He stammered.

Harry snorted and looked away again. 'I bet he didn't throw you out.' He muttered.

'Harry.' Draco tried again but Harry just shook his head, turning from the window and stalking gracefully across the room to the table where several dishes of food lay, delivered by Dobby to Harry's great surprise, only minutes before Draco woke up.

Harry's head flashed with images and he closed his eyes, trying to push them away. 'I gather you haven't got…past it…then.' He growled huskily without looking up.

Draco's eyes widened and he tore them from the form leaning elegantly over the table. 'I don't think so.' He whispered and Harry sucked in a deep breath.

'Well, before we do anything we need to do something about this. It cannot happen again. You need to learn Occlumency.'

'I've told you, I can't.' Draco insisted as he moved towards the Draconian.

'We'll you're going to have to.' Harry hissed darkly as his arm shot out and grasped the front of Draco's shirt, yanking the Slytherin until he was tight against Harry's side and those green eyes were burning brightly into grey. 'Because we won't get anything done if we have to keep stopping every hour so the monster in me can lay its claim.'

Draco reached up as best he could while pinned to the hard body and gently stroked the scale covered cheek. 'You're not a monster.' He whispered.

Harry studied the Slytherin's face intently. 'So you keep telling me.'

Draco moved both his arms and wrapped them around Harry's neck, drawing him down until he could brush his lips over the other. 'I don't know why you make me feel the way I do. Act the way I do.' He breathed. 'But I'm sorry.'

His apology finished the Slytherin returned his mouth to Harry's and deepened the kiss making the Draconian moan loudly. 'You should be.' Harry gasped as he destroyed the blonde's second shirt in as many hours.

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'We've had the Order searching for them all day and no one has seen hide nor hair of them.' Sirius bellowed, throwing his hands in the air as he paced before the fireplace in Dumbledore's office. 'Where the hell could they have gone?'

'More to the point, what the hell are they doing together?' Snape added his two cents.

'Now, now boys.' Dumbledore said calmly. 'We don't know for sure they are together.'

Sirius looked at him as if he had to be kidding and Snape looked at him as if he was a particularly dense child.

'Albus, both disappeared the same time on the same day. Harry hadn't come out of his room in four days and the only person he let in was Draco. Even I no longer think they left separately.' Remus murmured.

Albus sighed and sat back in his chair, his eyes dimming slightly. 'To be honest, I don't know. All we can do is keep on looking and hope that someone sees them and lets us know.'

'Yes, preferably before the Dark Lord.' Snape muttered earning himself a glare from Sirius which he promptly ignored as they turned back to the map laid out on the desk in front of them and tried to decide which area would be the next to search.

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'Try this one.' Harry dropped the book on the table in front of Draco with a bang causing the Slytherin to scowl at him.

'Careful, Potter.' The Slytherin snapped.

Harry's face darkened and his eyebrow arched as his aura spiked menacingly around him.

'Harry.' Draco amended quickly.

The Draconian's eyes narrowed and he leant over the table, his mouth twisting into a wicked smirk. 'Perhaps you don't need Occulmency. Perhaps I should just scare the living crap out of you and then you wouldn't want to be anywhere near me.' He hissed.

Draco's eyes widened and he took in the taller boy's stance. 'No, it's fine. I'll keep working.' He said quickly before looking back down to the book in his hands, but not before another image flashed in Harry's mind for just a moment causing him to snort softly.

'Work harder, Draco.' He murmured before disappearing back into the tall stacks of books.

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Snape looked up at the manor in curiosity. Malfoy Manor had been one of his last places to check. He knew the Dark Lord had been keyed into the wards and he had assumed Draco would have stayed well away for that reason. But he could now feel the changes in the wards; wards that would no longer let him in. The sheer strength of them was breathtaking and the potions master could feel the same magic that had been sealing Harry's room running through them. Just how the Boy-Who-Lived had managed to bend the wards of Malfoy Manor was unfathomable but he hoped to Merlin that Draco hadn't done what he thought he might have.

Just as he lifted a hand to signal his presence and request entry a house elf appeared beside him with a pop. A very familiar house elf.

'Dobby?' He managed to stammer out, taken aback.

'Good evening, Professor Snape. Dobby is most pleased to see you.' The elf squeaked cheerfully.

Snape raised an eyebrow. 'Could you please tell Draco that I am here and wish to see him.' He asked politely although it wasn't a question.

Dobby shifted slightly and Snape wondered what the elf could be nervous about. 'Dobby is most sorry, Professor Snape sir, but Master Draco has asked me to give you this.' The little elf held out an envelope which Snape took with a curious look and then Dobby bowed and popped away before the potions master could speak.

Snape let out a small huff of indignation before sighing and cracking the elegant Malfoy seal on the back of the envelope and pulling out the piece of parchment and unfolding it.

Dear Severus,

I knew you'd come eventually but as you can see the wards will no longer admit you and unfortunately, as of this moment, I am unable to adjust them. Just know that we are safe. As you can probably guess it is not only you that is unable to breach the wards as they are. Harry is currently going through something he is finding difficult to deal with, but we are working through it and I hope that he will initiate contact with Black and the others soon. I request that you keep this to yourself lest we find ourselves besieged by a plethora of Order members.

Please, just give him time.

Draco

Snape's eyebrows flew to his hairline at both the use of Harry's given name and the plea contained in the final sentence. He wondered what in Merlin's name could have initiated such a shift in feelings towards the Boy-Who-Lived from those Draco had shown at the end of the last school year. Quite aside from that, he wondered just what the Gryffindor could be going through that would give him the power to rework wards that were almost a millennia old.

The potions master refolded the note and looked back up at the Manor, seeing the light now burning in the library in the gathering darkness. He saw a silhouette appear at the window that was far too big to be either Draco or the Boy-Who-Lived and he stared intently, trying to work out just who was staying there with the two teenagers.

Sighing he turned away again, realizing that there was at least one person he had to tell, even if he had to get a wizards oath out of them first, and with that thought in mind he apparated away.

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'Damn it, Draco.' Harry gasped as he came inside the blonde Slytherin beneath him. 'You've got to get control of this.'

'Sorry.' Draco said again, although in Harry's opinion he didn't look sorry at all, a blissful smile still covering his face as he clutched Harry's shoulders, his legs still wrapped around the Draconian's waist and his fingers stroking the scales down Harry's back.

Harry scowled and pulled away. 'I'm sure you are.' He muttered reaching for his pants. 'Perhaps if you try remembering that I really don't want this, and I can't do anything about it, you might try a bit harder.' He said bitterly.

Draco frowned and pulled his robes towards him, covering himself as he glanced up at Harry who was dressing quickly, his face still and full of shame. 'I am sorry, Harry.' He whispered, and Harry stopped at the tone and looked at him, his chest suddenly tight at the sorrow radiating from the Slytherin. His mind went on complete hiatus as he knelt beside the smaller boy and wrapped an arm around him holding him close.

'I know. I'm sorry too. It can't be all that nice for you to find yourself attacked by a monster every few hours.' He murmured.

Draco leant against his chest and sighed. 'You're not a monster, Harry.' He repeated for the third time in two days.

'You keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better.' Harry scoffed but he didn't stop his right hand, which had a total mind of its own, from rubbing gentle circles on the Slytherin's back.

'You're not.' Draco insisted. 'You were damned adorable before with that messy hair and big green eyes and now…now you're just bloody incredible.'

Harry's hand had stilled and moments later Draco lifted his head, his eyes filled with horror and a hand over his mouth as he went over just exactly what he'd said. Harry lifted an eyebrow, a small smile just touching his lips.

'Adorable?'

Draco flushed a brilliant crimson.

'That's a pretty big compliment, coming from Hogwarts own answer to a walking wet dream.' The blush heated further and Harry chuckled. 'Don't worry, you're secret's safe with me. I won't tell anyone you thought the Boy-Who-Lived was adorable.'

Draco scowled and smacked him, in spite of the fact that it barely had any effect on Harry's now much more solid frame. 'Sod off. I don't think you're adorable anymore.'

Harry laughed. 'No, I think the words were "bloody incredible".'

Draco scowled again. 'You're far more confident than you use to be.' He muttered and Harry snorted, lifting Draco bodily off the floor, making sure the robes were wrapped tightly around him and settled them on a nearby sofa

'You mean the Draconian is.' He murmured.

Draco looked back up at him even as he leant against the muscled chest. 'The Draconian is you, Harry.' He said quietly. 'As much as you wish it wasn't.' He added, gently tracing where the scales met skin on Harry's hand.

Harry sighed, his previous mirth completely gone but the blonde's actions calming him far more than he would have first thought. 'I don't know what I'm doing, Draco.' He whispered, his eyes dulling slightly. 'Everything is so out of control. You drive me practically to madness with the thoughts and images you project, and the way you smell, and move, and talk, and I wonder if that will ever change back to the way it was. It takes less and less for me to want to touch you and it hasn't even been two days. I can't help but wonder if I will ever be able to leave here. Two months ago I could barely stand to be in the same room as you, and now I can't stand the thought of not being there.'

Draco turned slightly so he could look into the green eyes. 'I'm sorry this is so hard on you. I never should have asked you to share my blood. I don't know what possessed me to even think it. I just wanted to come home and I knew you could do it. You really are the most incredible person I've ever laid eyes on. Even now my body, my soul, calls for you to possess it and my mind can't help but agree. I can't stop thinking about you and I believe this to be the reason why I can't seem to find a way to stop the thoughts. Subconsciously I don't want them to stop. To be honest my heart aches at the thought that you might leave. I think the pull of the Draconian blood is too strong for us both.'

Green eyes studied the truth of Draco's words reflected in the grey eyes. 'What are we going to do?' Harry whispered finally.

Draco tilted his head and kissed the blood red lips above his. 'I don't know.' He replied softly. 'But we will sort it out, I promise.'

Harry swallowed and nodded and they sat there for sometime just thinking about the future they both were quickly realizing would probably include the other because of a single action that would have far reaching consequences.

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