"Corrupt him." And a vicious smile graced the lips of the Dark Lord. It had been a scant fifteen minutes after Draco and Harry had swept out of the Great Hall, together, that the missive came for him. Draco had always thought these letters were eerie, just a plain white envelope, open the crisp note to see the Dark Lord's face peering back at you.

It's a bloody fucking good scare tactic. If only for the shock factor.

Damn right it is. Now, can I finally get out of the fucking closet?

Be my guest, just leave your clothing in there and come right out.

Disgruntled annoyance was the only thing that came from the link. While he was talking with the link, a self-assured smirk and a teasing wink was relayed back to the Dark Lord via the picture. It seemed to be waiting for something, and Draco took the hint and kissed the picture.

The portrait smiled and stilled, as the Dark Lord was no longer there, peering through the picture. Waiting a few moments, making sure that it was no trick, Draco threw the card into the fire, and it plumed black for a moment.

Hearing the closet door open, Draco turned to see a disgruntled Harry Potter step out of the all-too-cluttered closet where he kept all his smelly quidditch gear. Performing a cleansing spell on Harry, he gracefully rose and led the way back to the Room of Requirement. The same room popped up again, only with a small padded room to the far right.

"Finally admitted you were crazy Draco? Congratulations. Acceptance is the first step." Harry grinned at the dark look shot his way, and seemed incredibly cheerier after this. F

Stopping a moment to grab water from the once-again overburdened table of food, Draco sauntered over to the room, which looked sparse except a small little box in the center.

The two teens looked at eachother, and then back to the box. Before either one could elect the other to touch it, a blue pulsing light was released and hummed pleasantly before it dropped, once again inanimate.

Harry walked over to it, wand at the ready, still cautious. All of a sudden, a giant dementor came roaring out of the box. Harry startled at this, and shook it off thinking it was a mere illusion….only it wasn't. He heard the all-too-familiar screams of his mother, the ice cold slowly turning is veins to ice. Harry was stuck to the spot, half-crouching, half-kneeling, unable to look away as the dementor slowly advanced.

EXPECTO PATRONUM

A midnight leopard pounced in all its silver-ghost glory. Harry was amazed at the strength and grace of the patronus, and was comforted in no small part that it had saved his life. After vanquishing the dementor, it looked over one translucent shoulder and nodded, somber eyes saying more than any words could.

"Thank you Draco."

Harry didn't hear the soft rustling of clothing as Draco made his way over to him, but he did feel the pair of small but strong arms encircling his crouched form.

It's okay Link. I've got you. I'll always be here for you.

I know. It's scary to say that, but I know you will be.

They sat there, Draco occasionally murmuring comforting reassurances for countless minutes. When they were ready again, Draco helped Harry up and warily looked at the now menacing box.

"Should I even try? That was pretty bloody awful."

"Drake, go near the damn box. It's just shown us that we work well as a team. Besides, it can't have the real Voldemort, but probably like a boggart with all the qualities of the real thing."

Draco wand at ready approached the now slightly smoking box. It glowed brightly a few times then nothing. "Bloody hell Harry, did you break it?"

"Fuck if I know. Maybe you should poke it."

Harry could feel the heat coming from the glare. He just grinned happily and encouraged Draco to get closer to the box.

Shaking his head in disgust, Draco's head turned back to the box. All he saw was a blinding flash of heat and red. Then nothing but a warm, but not scalding wave of steam. It took a few seconds for the steam to clear, and Draco was amazed to see the damage done to the room.

The scorch marks made it seem like someone had suddenly put the surface of the sun in the tiny room. The insulation from the padding was oozing down to the floor; the air was heavy with the acrid smell of burnt objects.

Turning quickly to see Harry, covered in soot, a blinding white smile quickly outshone the charred scenery. "That was SO cool!"

Draco felt his face and came away with soot on his own fingers. Obviously shaken, his fingers started to shake lightly, no matter how hard he was trying to keep them steady.

It was now his turn to get a pair of semi-sooty arms in a tight but happy embrace. "Draco it's okay! Look! Something must have happened because one of us did something with magic!"

Draco buried his head into a slightly bouncing shoulder. "Could you be less damn excited that we almost just died?"

A small beep emitted from the machine and the two teens looked at eachother in horror, but let out sighs of relief as the glowing stopped, and the box once again rested on the ground.

They all but bolted from the room, going to sit on the couch, arms still supporting eachother. Reaching over to get some chocolate, Harry broke the generous wedge in half then gently brought one piece up to Draco's lips.

When the scared, shaken greys made contact with Harry's something in his soul jumped a little. This bond is affecting me more than I thought it would. The quicksilver seemed to draw him in, taking him to place where he knew he could lay and rest his head. A place where he felt….safe.

Harry's heartbeat picked up a little, and their foreheads touched gently. Draco felt that time had stopped, and the only thing that was real was Harry and himself. A burst of tender emotion came through the link and engulfed Draco, even though he was very sure that Harry didn't realize he sent it.

This is it. Draco leaned forward slightly, almost enough to graze his link's lips.

THUD.

Draco wanted to scream in frustration, but managed to laugh nonetheless when Harry, perched on the edge of the couch fell onto the floor with a crash and the moment was ruined. He also detected a small stab of disappointment, and it secured him in the knowledge that he wasn't the only one that felt this way, regardless if Harry admitted it to himself or not.

The two rehashed things for a while, winding down from the eventful day, but as they parted, Draco felt there was something missing. Oh yeah. He and I all over eachother. How could I forget?

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All done! This chappy is crapination. The next is better:D