Mirroring
Waking up with his side against somebody else's was much less shocking than it should have been, Harry reflected as he slowly and sleepily opened his eyes. He reached with a practised no-looking skill to grab the familiar feeling frame of his glasses and put them on, his world focusing again.
He carefully turned onto his side and then spent much longer than was strictly necessary just looking at Draco and drinking the sight of him in. He was still fast asleep, his biological clock set to wake him later on the Saturday morning, and his face was half buried in the pillow. He was sleeping on his front, one arm was slung outwards to the middle of the bed, palm open as if reaching for something, and the other arm pinned to his side.
His hair was even relatively preened, a strand or two flicking out but most of it characteristically smooth. Harry noticed again, as he often did, how very delicate his features looked when they weren't being used for sneering or sarcastic comments. Though he didn't look like a girl or anything, he just looked... like he did, really. Harry was terrible at trying to describe why he was attracted to people physically, but he knew it was something to do with those times when a flash of the vulnerable would tear through the Malfoy mask, no matter how much Draco tried to hide it.
Though it wasn't just his protective side, which was definitely there no matter how much he denied it, that kept him fascinated by the other boy. It was Draco's quick wit, his logical intelligence, and his new grown, sheer endurance against all the walls that had sprung up in his life. It was his laughter and his little grumbling complaints that usually didn't mean much. It was the way there would be a small crease between his eyebrows whenever he read a book because of his intense interest and how a small, satisfied smile adorned his mouth whenever one of their Potions turned out perfectly. It was also those genuine smiles he reserved for Harry that nobody else saw, the things he told Harry that nobody else knew, the insights into his life that nobody but Harry had.
It was a lot of things, really.
Harry had to admit that whatever he felt was more than a passing, inquisitive attraction - it was something bone-deep, solid and immovable as heavy stone, which he felt. It was something that had settled within him like a vast forest-floor of affection, growing and growing with each passing day. It was something that was not leaving and that he did not ever want to leave. It didn't even feel strange or wrong any more, the strength of this feeling, it just felt normal.
Draco awoke with a small mumble then, eyes flicking open. Harry didn't stop looking at him, even when Draco went pink and looked away. "Morning," he grumbled, turning away and pulling the covers around him. Harry smiled and then flipped onto his back.
"Good morning," he replied merrily and Draco scoffed.
"Only you could be so bloody cheerful this early..."
"It's 10 in the morning, you know."
"So? That's very early."
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"Where were you last night?" Ron asked Harry as soon as he sat at the breakfast table. He didn't sound like the rest of the people who had asked him the same thing, namely the other boys from the dorm, who had paired the question with knowing smiles and winks. He sounded more disapproving than anything.
Harry just shrugged, not thinking it necessary to cover up the story from Ron. "I crashed at Draco's. Don't worry, nobody will suspect that, they all think I was with Alice." It's not like Ron would take it in that way anyway, seeming as he still frequently engaged with Harry in long conversations about girls. He probably didn't even suspect that Harry and Draco were anything more than friends, even if technically they were just friends.
Ron was frowning as he lifted a forkful of scrambled eggs to his mouth. "Okay," he said neutrally, before taking a bite. Harry knew then that something else was up, but he didn't really want to ask. For all he knew Ron was jealous that Harry had a girlfriend and he didn't, or that Harry hadn't mentioned Alice at all before going out with her (which couldn't be helped - he hadn't even given a thought about being in a relationship with her before she sprung blackmail on him.)
"Speaking of the devil," he whispered to himself as Alice came bounding up to him and crashed down by his side, much closer than she really needed to be. She was practically in his lap. At the same moment an outraged cry came from the Slytherin table.
"Watch it Malfoy! You got pumpkin juice all over me..."
Alice gave Harry no time to look over to Draco as she 'lovingly' wrenched his face around to hers. "Morning sweetie!" She planted a kiss on his cheek, and then went to reach for a piece of toast. Harry let himself contemplate throwing a painful hex at her for a few moments before resuming eating too. And ignored the wolf whistles coming from Seamus' general direction.
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"Pass me the newt eyes, would you?" Draco asked, trying to sound disapproving as Harry passed them with a small smile and a brush of the hand. It was as if Harry's touches were getting even more frequent and less accidental as their lessons together progressed through the year. Draco didn't mind particularly, but he sometimes felt it was too risky what with the beady eyes of Alice waiting for Harry at the end of his every lesson with Draco. That girl really was everywhere.
Draco sometimes worried about the sheer amount Harry put himself through day after day. Even when the whole idea of hunting for Horcruxes and destroying parts of the Dark Lord's soul took a back seat, Harry still had school work to keep up with, a deranged girl black mailing him, the eyes of the wizarding world constantly watching and judging him, not to mention the sacrifices he made to stay with Draco every evening. It would occasionally make him squirm with guilt, but he knew that he would go insane without the company. He just wished that things could be easier for Harry, but felt helpless as to change anything.
Except for Alice. Hopefully he could do something about her. He would have to keep conferring with Granger about their little plan.
There was that on his mind and the little episode with Harry the night previously. What sort of nightmare could have caused that pained look of fear on his face? Why could he not share it with Draco when Draco told him every single one of his dreams? What could possibly be bad enough that he would keep it a secret? He really wanted to bring it up again, but every time he so much as mentioned the word 'dream' now Harry grew quiet.
Though Draco was hardly one to complain - he was definitely keeping his mind link to Fenrir a secret, in the fear that it would cause Harry to run a mile. What if he crumbled to the link and became as twisted as Fenrir? He wouldn't blame Harry for keeping his distance.
He dumped the newt eyes into the cauldron with a soundless sigh.
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Hermione jumped slightly as somebody sat across her table at the library. Rarely did people approach her when engrossed in a book, so she looked up inquisitively and found Draco Malfoy staring at her.
"So," he asked, "how is the plan going against She-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named?" He raised an eyebrow, still haughty to the core, and Hermione couldn't help but make a noise of amusement at Alice Harvey's affectionate little nickname. Then she remembered what the answer would be and the disappointment sunk that particular happiness.
"Not well," she admitted and Draco's shoulders drooped slightly. "She has an entirely clean record; no detentions for any misdeeds. Not a bad word against her. Either she's become devious recently, through some mad infatuation with Harry, or she hides her secrets very well."
"It's most likely the first option," Draco mused, "for Gryffindors aren't subtle enough to hide anything for long... no offence."
Hermione raised an eyebrow of her own. "None taken."
"Well, it doesn't seem like she has much of a plan from what Harry's been telling me about her. It's only because she... saw us, well, talking really, that she even blackmailed him in the first place. She doesn't have much evidence, that's for sure, but I don't want any hints of this getting out for Harry's sake. I'm not somebody that anyone will think he should associate with." Draco clasped his hands together, clearly uncomfortable, yet he was still working with Hermione for Harry's sake.
There's a love that runs deep if I ever saw one, she observed, and felt a pang of sadness for Draco's plight, which kept on stooping to lower nadirs. She also felt a striking admiration, one that she had never felt towards him before, that he cared so much for another person, which he had always been incapable of earlier on. She found herself hoping that the almost impossible relationship between Harry and Draco could actually work in a world that would hate them for it. It was a small, frail hope, but still there.
"Well, we're just going to have to regroup again." Hermione concluded and Draco nodded, thoughtful.
"You know... if we haven't got anything to blackmail back with - though let's not give up on that," his eyes flickered upwards and away, "then perhaps it's time to try something more Gryffindor."
"You mean... confronting her?" Hermione asked cautiously, careful to remain composed even though she wanted to drop her jaw and stare. She had never heard him say something like that before, supporting Gryffindor ideals.
"As a last resort, yes," Draco said slowly, "because I don't want her annoying Harry too much. He's got... enough to think about."
They shared another glance. That was the first time they had even referenced the Horcruxes to one another, if the things did indeed exist. It was a mighty strange feeling, having Draco Malfoy know the exact same important secrets, but Hermione tried to look past the strangeness. She had to remember that Draco was essentially as good for Harry as she or Ron were now.
"I agree," she said quietly, feeling the familiar ache she felt whenever thinking of Harry's charge to defeat Voldemort. She could see the same ache reflected in the person sitting across from her. "Let's take that bitch down in any way we can."
Draco smiled, but there was little humour in it.
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Then came the night of Slughorn's Christmas party the weekend before they broke up for the holidays. Harry was currently standing in Draco's bathroom, looking at his dress robes dispassionately. It was true that they were a bit too short, even though Hermione had lengthened them as much as she could without ripping them, but he didn't much care. He brushed them down once, as if their dustiness really mattered to him, and stepped back out. Draco gave him what could only have been an appreciative look from where he sat in one of the chairs, then looked back to his book before Harry could properly register it.
Harry practically threw himself down on the sofa, feeling very put out, and sighed loudly and lengthily. Draco looked up again, this time with a raised brow.
"Trying to excavate all the air from your lungs and pass out won't much help anything, Harry. That girl would drag you to the party even if you died." Harry gave one quiet bark of laughter. Then he turned sombre and fixed Draco with a look that never meant any good.
"You know, if I could take you to this thing I would." Then he blushed. "I mean, you'd be much more entertaining than Alice. You're a better conversationalist for one.
Draco gave a wry smirk. "Pity everybody would hate us for it. The Golden Wonder Boy actually spending voluntary time with Draco the Rotten Wolf? Never."
"A few wouldn't, but I guess most people would." Harry sighed again and Draco considered throwing his book at him. Then he caught sight of Harry's expression and revised his plan of attack. Moving over the sofa, he chucked the book onto the recently vacated chair and looked at Harry.
"Hey," he said and left it at that. He didn't know exactly where he was going with this. All he could think about was how Harry's lips had felt in that one long-ago kiss or the heat of Harry's body lying next to his. Which wasn't helping much really.
"What?" Harry asked, staring back, and that unexplainable feeling of a pull around Draco's midriff kicked off again.
That feeling is completely explainable the wolf commented. Draco didn't reply. He was too busy having a bloody brilliant idea!
"Hang on," he said, getting up and walking towards his room. He searched his draws for a few minutes and eventually found what he was looking for laying underneath a stray shirt. Then he headed back and thrust the object into Harry's palm, feeling extremely abashed. He wouldn't have been doing this in the first place if not to try and make Harry feel better.
"Erm, what is it?" Harry asked, turning over the small black object in his palm before opening it at the catch. "A mirror," he commented, blinked a few times, then smiled. He looked up and Draco's heart decided that it loved this particular shade of green even more than the one on his Slytherin crest. "Is this half of a pair?"
Draco raised his brows, pleasantly surprised. "How did you guess?"
Harry looked almost excited then, eyes cast back into a memory. "Well, my dad used to have one a bit like this when he back at school and he and Sirius-" then he fell into a deathly silence. All the colour drained from his face and his hands began to quiver.
"Harry?" Draco asked, unsure, until it clicked. Harry never talked about his godfather.
"Sorry," Harry mumbled, looking pointedly away, but Draco was having none of that. He grabbed one of Harry's wrists and pulled him into an embrace with one arm, careful to catch the small mirror before it dropped to the floor. Setting it aside, he put the other arm around Harry's back and pulled him in closer. He closed his eyes and tilted his face into the crook of Harry's neck.
"Don't ever be sorry for that," was all he said. The rigidity he had felt in Harry since the beginning of close contact melted away then and they openly hugged one another, so tightly that it felt as if they were trying to meld into one skin. Harry's breathing was a little shaky, but apart from this they were silent. Draco even took the opportunity to do something he had wanted to for a long and secret while, lifting one hand and threading it gently through the hair at Harry's neck. He tried to take no pleasure from the way this would make Harry involuntarily shiver, but found he could not.
They could have stayed there for hours for all Draco knew, but when Harry started and pulled away, saying, "Shit, I've got to get going," it felt like milliseconds. They gave each other one last lingering look before Harry completely disentangled himself and sped to the door.
"Good luck," Draco called half-heartedly.
"Thanks," Harry said in a rush, "I'll need it." The door shut with a small bang.
Draco lay back on the sofa, emitted a soft groan. What was he doing?
So far he had been able to categorically deny his feelings over and over, at least to Harry, because Harry had always initiated everything (no matter how much Draco had pinned Harry down and had his dirty way with him in dreams he hoped the real Harry had no witness to) and Draco always had the excuse that he was just letting Harry do what he wanted.
But this, this was far different. He had hugged Harry, he had stroked his back, he had stroked his hair. There was definitely no escaping the truth of this, though he had already admitted his attraction to Harry on numerous occasions in his mind. Attraction was one thing, acting on an attraction a completely different game. His feeling towards the other boy was becoming as hard to deny as it was denying that he had magical ability or arms and legs.
He just hoped that the feelings Harry had felt as essential and innate as the ones Draco harboured did.
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The party wasn't particularly spectacular looking, a general affair with a decent spread of food and drink, quietly playing music and people standing around in their dress robes. Harry was about to make his way over to where Ron and Hermione were, talking to a pair of Hufflepuffs, but Alice tugged on his arm commandingly.
"Harry, let's go get a drink," she ordered and dragged him over to the drinks stand, proceeding to pour him a glass of punch. Harry thought he needed Firewhisky more or at least strong mead, but made no comment. She then proceeded to stare at him for an unnerving while as he drank.
"Good punch," Harry said lamely, not knowing what the hell to do. What did she even want from him, really? Then he felt a little better when he realized the punch did have a bit of a kick to it. He then stared as Alice downed her punch and smiled.
"It's wonderful!" She said, eagerly, and grabbed his still half-full glass. "More?"
"Erm-" she filled it to the brim, hers as well, then downed another. Then she started surveying the room. Harry believed that he had found a way to make this night more bearable and quickly worked out a plan. "Yes, actually, I'd like another if that's okay. I'm very thirsty." He said whilst surreptitiously pointing his wand at the glass and whispered a quick evanesco spell. She then got them a third glass and mechanically emptied hers in seconds.
Harry watched the room too, nodding at Ron as he whirled Hermione around the dance floor (the songs had become much louder and more upbeat) and watching the other dancers. Slughorn waved merrily from where he stood talking to somebody Harry didn't know, a tall and very pale looking man with terrible dark patches under his eyes, and Harry knew that he was in for a time being shown off and talked about by Slughorn later.
"Right," Alice said, voice slightly slurred already, "let's dance!" She then grabbed Harry's hand again - he was going to have half-moon scars from her nails by the end of the night - and dragged him onto the floor. Alice made him dance for an excruciating while, before spotting Ginny and Dean. "Ooh, let's go talk to them!"
Harry implanted another step in his plan. "I'll get us some drinks first."
"Brilliant plan...!" she had already dashed off, giving Harry a welcome break. At the drinks table, with nobody else around, he grabbed the little mirror out of his pocket, feeling the intricate patterns carved into it, and opened it curiously. There he found Draco pulling a face at him. He pulled one back, then closed the locket again. On the way back with drinks he felt a small glimmer of hope in this nightmare world of forced dances and smiles. He would survive this if only because he was going to see Draco again later.
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After a few hours of being shown off by Alice and Slughorn, Harry was able to walk her back to the tower. She insisted on them holding hands the whole way there - it wasn't that she had bad hands or anything, as hands went, but Harry could only think of the way Draco's hand had brushed against his as he had stopped the mirror from falling onto the floor.
She was quite drunk, to be fair, so holding her hand was also imperative for her well-being. Her eyes looked quite unfocused and her co-ordination wasn't up to much - also, she was quieter, which was a relief. They got back to the Fat Lady's portrait and Harry helped her through it, just like any gentleman would. Then he planned to leave her to climb the stairs to the girl's dorm and leave it at that.
Nothing was ever that simple though. Harry should have known that already.
"Wait," she said just as he was thinking about retrieving his invisibility cloak and slipping out again. It was already midnight again - he wondered if Draco was already asleep or not.
"What's up?" He asked, trying not to sound too disappointed.
"I heard about you staying out the other night," she said, sounding more sober by each terrifying syllable, "You were with him, weren't you?" Her voice oozed with hatred and Harry winced.
"That's nothing to do with you," he said defensively.
"Yes it is!" She kept her voice low so it hissed. They were the only people in the common room, but there were the dorms to think about after all. "I am your girlfriend, Harry."
"Only because you forced me into it!" He hissed back, unable to control his anger. He'd had some of that punch too, not to mention enough. "You're not really my girlfriend at all."
She looked far too distressed then, Harry thought, as she replied. "You agreed to ask me out, Harry, you agreed!" She sounded terrified, in fact. "You can't just back out now. I'll tell your secret to everyone..."
Harry took a risk then, one he knew would make Draco want to kick him. "Go on then."
She went as white as a sheet, swaying on her feet. "Harry..." then she began to faint. Harry caught her out of instinct more than any feeling of compassion. Though he did feel a certain concern to the sheer amount of fear she had showed. Surely someone with her simple motives wouldn't feel she had that much to lose really? Could she really be that enamoured with Harry?
At this point Ron and Hermione both came through the portrait hole, giggling and slightly stumbling in Ron's case. They both halted on seeing Harry and a limp Alice.
"Oh goodness," Hermione said, "lay her on the couch!" With their help he did, laying Alice on her side. They all looked at her solemnly until Hermione broke the silence.
"Did she have too much to drink?"
"No," Harry said, "she wasn't really that drunk. She fainted from... well, fear mostly." He grimaced.
"What did you do?" Hermione asked, not sounding as disapproving as she usually would have, and Harry shrugged.
"I confronted her on blackmailing me to be with her."
"Bloody hell!" Ron piped up. "She was blackmailing you? Well that's not on."
"So what exactly did you say?" Hermione asked, urgent, and Harry cast his mind back.
"Well, she was telling me to stop seeing Draco altogether and I told her it had nothing to do with her. Then she threatened to spread it around that we're - friends, so I provoked her to. Then she fainted." He looked back and forth between Hermione, who was looking thoughtful, and Ron who was staring at Alice like she'd sprouted a much uglier second head.
"Well that means she didn't really have a leg to stand on," Hermione deduced. "But she really didn't want you to know that..." a shadow passed over her face momentarily, "Don't you think there might be more to it than she's letting on?"
"Well, personally I think she's a psycho," Ron added, "and that Harry should stay well away from her!"
"I couldn't agree more," Harry said zealously, though there was still a little voice nagging in the back of his mind about the strangeness of her behaviour. However, the loudest voice was the one repeatedly chanting time to see Draco, time to see Draco, time to see Draco...
"Do you think you could do me a favour and stay with her until she wakes up?" He gave them a sheepish smile. "There's somewhere I need to be."
Hermione gave a knowing nod and smile. "Come back earlier in the morning this time, otherwise there'll be far more rumours." Ron looked faintly green as Harry gave an embarrassed little laugh and climbed through the portrait hole. He would just have to think about all that later, for right now he just wanted to get to Draco's room and get some well-deserved sympathy.
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Waking up next to Harry Potter when you hadn't expected it was certainly the nicest surprise Draco could think of. He half wondered if he was in some teasing dream, what with the way their legs were tangled together and Harry's chest was pushed up against his side, but when he moved it felt too real to be an illusion.
I could definitely get used to this, he thought as he shifted against to try and work out how many inches of their bodies were touching. The feel of Harry's skin was too distracting for counting, especially since some of the blood that could have been fuelling his brain was travelling elsewhere.
If only you'd listened to me in the first place, the wolf lamented, then you would have had this much earlier on.
Not everyone is as intent on rushing through each and every desire, you know, Draco admonished the beast, sometimes it's best to take things slowly.
Draco wondered when the wolf-voice of his inner desires and the voice he was more used to, one of repressing longings and keeping up unyielding appearances, would reunite into one again. For now, he would carry on playing these conversation games with himself.
He also wondered when Greyback's voice would next try to speak out to him - and whether he would be strong enough not to listen. But for now he would continue to curl up next to Harry, shifting his arm just so so that he could lean further into Harry's radiating warmth, and listen to the mingling sounds of their slow breathing.
Sometimes it was best to put thoughts of the anxious future aside, just for a few reckless moments, to enjoy the fleeting present.
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Alice Harvey woke up to something much less pleasant than a warm, willing body next to hers. She awoke with a flaming headache, eyes that felt too shrunken for her head and aches and pains in too many places. She unstuck one bleary eye and peered across the expanse of her bed to the Gryffindor red privacy curtains.
When all the memories of the night before came hurtling back to her she silently groaned and buried her head into her hands.
He knows, he knows. Shit shit shit shit shit -
Breakfast in the great hall was considerably worse. She could feel his eyes on her the entire time, black and cold and omnipresent in her life. She ate very little, wondering why she had even turned up beyond a desperate will for everything to be normal again, and left quickly despite her friend's questions. She was used to the questions by now.
When she shut herself in the dorm again there was a tap at the window. The owl was there, its eyes a cold reflection of its masters, and she took the scrap of parchment, unceremoniously tied with a small piece of black ribbon, before it could give her a painful nip.
With shaking hands she untied the ribbon, accidentally dropped it to the floor, and unravelled the parchment.
I know he's found out. Don't think I couldn't tell when I saw you. I am not happy, Alice, and you know what will happen when I'm not happy.
This time she couldn't stop the tears from coming.
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A/N: I wanted to have Draco and Harry's perspectives on waking up next to one another, so there you go! :D And that was a blinking long chapter (the things I do for you! :D) Just kidding, I love writing lots after I've taken a longer than usual break from it.
Thank you vair much...
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Question of the chapter nummer eins: Does anybody out there know of the musician Elliott Smith? I'm completely addicted to him right now! His song "Shooting Star" reminds me of Harry thinking about a past relationship with Draco that's ended badly (see! There was a relation to Drarry in my mentioning him...)
Question of the nummer zwei: Who do you like top and who bottom in Drarry? Personally I like to mix it up :D
