Pairing: Harry/Draco Ron/Hermione Dean/Seamus Severus/Lucius

Disclaimer: Characters from the Harry Potter books belong to JKR, I own the plot. Any similarities to real life is purely coincidental. So there.

Warnings: General Innuendo

Rating: PG-13

Authors Note: In case some of you didn't read the revised Prologue 1, the meeting with Dumbledore never happened and the chapter ends just after Harry was kissed by Draco.

Harry And Draco Adventures: PROLOGUE: 2

16th March Hogwarts Year 6: 8:57am_
Transfiguration Classroom_

It had barely been two hours since Draco had kissed him and made him a bundle of nerves. He swept his thin fingers across his lips where he could still feel Draco's light touch. The kiss was surprisingly delicate for such an abrasive character. Draco wasn't in the classroom yet, he could see the empty chair next to Crabbe and Goyle. He needed to see him again, just to see him. He wasn't sure he wanted to talk just yet, it was too much to take in, so many new emotions all rushing to take the frontline in his head.

Professor McGonagall eventually began the class which gave Harry some distraction from the fact that Draco had not turned up. He thought he was doing quite well in not thinking about Draco, when he realised that trying not to think about him made things worse, and to top it all off Ron nudged him from beside him.

"Hey Harry, what's up with you? You look like you have something to worry about?" Ron asked, poking Harry in the ribs.

Harry jerked at the invasion on his ribs. "Hey!" He said startled. "I was just thinking about the next Quidditch match." It was a good excuse as any.

"Yeah Malfoy." Ron said duly.

Harry blinked and faced Ron. "What do you mean by that?" He asked hurriedly already knowing the answer.

Ron raised an eyebrow. "Bloody hell Harry, you watch him all the time, when he is eating, walking, cursing. I don't think that's a bad thing, as he should be watched 24/7 if I had my way, but you could be a little more discreet. People may think you want to get into his pants."

Harry snorted. Little did he know how right Ron was.

"Could you imagine it?" Ron continued quietly so McGonagall couldn't hear. "The Rumours would get into the Daily Prophet and get around the world."

"It's not that bad, I was talking to Draco this morn..." He was cut short by McGonagall.

"Mr Potter and Mr Weasley! If you have something to share please do so with the rest of the class." The class glared at them.

"No Sorry!" Harry apologised.

The lesson promptly continued. Ron mouthed "Draco?"

Harry shook his head and pretended to look interested in his Transfiguration.

11:04am_
Transfiguration
Corridor_

Eventually the class was dismissed and after two hours of trying to ignore Ron's silent questions he was finally collared outside the Classroom.

"Okay Harry, what happened this morning? Why Draco? You usually call him Malfoy or some other four letter word." Ron was insistent.

"Not now Ron!" Harry pushed past him and marched purposely away, letting his legs figure out the direction on their own.

He messed up big time. What turned out to be just telling Ron that Draco wasn't that bad, turned into a guilt trip of a lifetime. He had purposely brushed off his best friend and the guilt was tugging at his soul. He broke into a run before his tears could touch the ground. He pounded down the numerous stairs and ran straight out the main doors. He headed to the Rose bush where he was sat earlier. He hoped with his soul that Draco was there, yes he didn't want anyone to see him like this.

His life, three hours ago had been normal, quietly observing the fruits of life, with the occasional pang of desire whenever Draco passed. He translated it as hate, and it was to be deflected. But the desire was always there. After all, who wouldn't be tempted by a slim figure with an immaculately groomed blond head of hair. He thought... he knew, he would grow out of it. Even though his crush on Cho never really amounted to much, he expected that he was just fussy. Now though, his mind was in turmoil. He was kissed by a boy for the first time ever, in fact by anyone. He enjoyed it, he enjoyed it so much that it crumpled his mind into valleys and all common sense flowed out. He often thought about what being gay was like, and how would someone know.

The thought he might be gay was a difficult task to comprehend. He could admit it to himself, that was the easy part. It was admitting it to everyone else. Ron was right, people expected 'the-boy-who-lived' to grow up a hero, marry a beautiful lady and have lots of mini Potters all running around with messy black hair and scars on their heads.

He was gay. He had to disappoint a lot more people than just his best friend Ron. There was Hermione, Dean, Seamus, Neville and everyone else in Gryffindor, not to mention the teachers.

The stone bench in the Rose Garden was empty. He sat on it and stuffed his face into his hands. He cried audibly, clenching his teeth in frustration, cursing himself for being so weak.

He had no time to dry his eyes when he heard footsteps behind him. He spun round hoping that the robed figure was Draco. Instead of Draco's wiry frame was Ron's all too average form.

"I didn't know!" It was all Ron said. It was Harry's turn to frown.

"Know what?"

"Dean and Seamus saw you and Malf... you and Draco this morning." Ron said calmly. He sat down on the edge of the stone bench. "I'm sorry Harry, i had no idea."

"How could you, you hate him. You wasn't to know that I was kissing the enemy." He sobbed.

"Harry." Ron vocally tried to get Harry to lift his head from his hands. "It's ok. I don't like... Draco... much, but if that's who you choose, then that's okay with me." He rubbed Harry's shoulder affectionately.

"I don't know. I haven't seen him since before transfiguration. I think he might have run away. Oh god I hope not." Harry bit his lip.

Ron shook his head. "He's not run away..."

"How do you know, he could have freaked out more that I did!" Harry said, back on the verge of tears."

"I know for a fact that he's not run away. 'Cus he's meeting his father in Dumbledore's office right now, which is where you should be if you hadn't run away from Class so quick. McGonagall was about to ask you aside when you ran off like a leopard." He chuckled lightly.

Harry rushed to his feat and wrapped his arms around Ron. "Thanks Ron. I'm sorry I doubted you." Harry sniffed. Ron just sighed long and slow. The hard bit for Ron now was getting used to Malfoy... um, Draco.

"You better go before Dumbledore sends out a search party for you." Ron pushed Harry away chuckling.

Harry smiled cheerfully. He thanked Ron again and ran whole heartedly towards Dumbledore's office.

11:27am_
Professor Dumbledore's Office_

"Mr Malfoy! What you are saying has never been tried before. We do not know if it is even possible." Dumbledore quizzed Lucius.

"I have researched into the subject many times under the name of Dark Magic. It will be easy to push open a doorway, and once sealed properly there should be no way to reopen the door, magically or otherwise." Lucius was determined to make his point clear.

There was a knock at the door.

"Come in Harry!" Dumbledore directed.

The door creaked open and Harry stepped cautiously into the room looking around. His eyes fell on Draco sitting next to his father on a rather plush couch. Draco's face lit up as he stood up. Dumbledore raised an eyebrow at the obvious lack of hostility between the two boys, which was followed by a knowing nod of the head.

"Lucius here," Dumbledore began. "Has devised a way of imprisoning Lord Voldemort for eternity." Harry's eyes almost fell out of his sockets.

"How?" Was the only single word answer he could muster.

"A Parallel Dimension." Draco explained.

"Well more like a Tangent Realm. It will only be in contact with this realm for that time it is open. After that it will shoot off on its own direction never to be in contact with this realm again."

"So how is this realm opened?" Dumbledore asked after directing Harry to a nearby seat.

"First we need to open the gate into the Tangent Realm, which is just a matter of Dark Magic mixed with a bit of Apparition magic. After all, we open gates all the time to a certain realm that we use for apparition. The gate opens and we disappear, we then only reappear when we re-cross the threshold, and depending on our calculations to how far the exit gate is placed. It all happens so fast we never realise that we actually left this universe for a millisecond. We can use this Magic combined with the Dark Arts to redirect the magic and open an entirely new gate, into a realm that has no exits. Only entries." Lucius crossed his legs and glared over at Dumbledore expectantly, who was nodding his head as he absorbed the information.

"So why does Harry have to be involved in this?" Dumbledore asked after a few minutes.

"We need his wand. It is the same as Voldemort's, and both of them have comparable magical strengths."

Harry's jaw dropped. A compliment from the mouth of Lucius is like winning the Wizard Lotto.

"Then, if you have nothing further to add Mr Malfoy I suggest you begin your calculations. I suggest that you stay here now that your cover has expired. I believe Severus has undertook the task of making you comfortable. As I understanding you and Severus had a somewhat remarkable relationship. I am sure you are eager to catch up. Oh and one more thing, your wife will be at the ministry headquarters. She will be perfectly safe until this ordeal is over."

Lucius smiled. "Thank you. I love my wife dearly. It will also be good to see Severus again, without the cloak of the Dark Arts over us." He smiled at the implied innuendo. He left swiftly leaving Draco and Harry facing each other.

"Now to more pressing matters." Dumbledore breathed.

Both Harry and Draco looked up at Dumbledore quizzically.

"No need to worry boys. I know more about what goes on in my school than I let people believe. And I also believe that there is a type of magic in the air that I have not felt since... ooh, Lily and James were at the school." He smiled as his mind was cast back. "But then, it was obvious. Two similarly minded individuals were obviously going to fall in love. But this, this breaks all rules of what people know about love." Dumbledore chuckled through his beard and moustache-in-one.

"How did you know?" Draco asked.

"Magic my dear boy. Magic." He replied.