Disclaimer: Ok, it's clear to everyone now that I don't own these two :) I
just love toying with their emotions :)
Sorry this took so long, but as well as having to try and find the time to do it, Fanfiction.net wouldn't let me log in, there was some stupid connection error, I dunno. anyways.
Here's chapter four, I'm going to try and make it longer, but we'll see, and seeing as I'm sitting her listening to the master himself - john Williams - that is, the COS soundtrack ;), there might be more action too, in the true Harry style - I.E. Voldermort tries again. only this time Harry has some extra help ;), ok, shutting up, on with the story.
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Draco flopped carelessly onto the bed, his hair messing slightly. Harry giggled.
"What?" Draco said. Harry simply couldn't help himself. He burst out laughing. "WHAT?" Draco exclaimed again. Harry tried to stop laughing and nearly chocked. His glasses were starting to fog up from the tears. He took them off and rubbed his eyes.
"Uhhh, I hate to be the one to tell you this, Dray, but one of your hairs is out of place!!!" Harry screamed way-too-overdramatically. Draco ran over to the mirror and pushed the hair back into place, Harry stared, dumbstruck, wondering whether he was putting it on or not. He turned around to face Harry again. Before Harry could open his mouth, the all-too- familiar smirk returned to the blonde boys lips, and he pounced, the two boys landing in a muddled heap on the bed. They both burst out laughing, for the first time in a long time, feeling happy and, maybe a little overly, carefree.
Once the giggling had worn off, Harry stopped laughing and looked at Draco. They both smiled.
"You called me Dray." Draco giggled again. "Shouldn't I have?" Harry sounded slightly worried, hoping he hadn't said anything wrong. "Well, no one ever calls me anything aside from Draco, Malfoy or Sir," The famous smirk again, "But for you, Harry, I shall make an exception. He pulled Harry down into a warm embrace. The two boys stayed like this until Harry fell asleep. Draco looked down at his calm features, longing to kiss him, but knowing that he could, all in due time.
He lay awake for a short while, thinking about how he had just become the luckiest guy in Hogwarts. But, even so, they had to go back to their dorms, people would surely notice they were missing; they would surely put two and two together and figure it all out. Reluctantly, he gently shook Harry and motioned at the time, silently letting Harry know it was time to go.
Harry opened his eyes and, once he was awake enough to understand what Draco was, or in this case, wasn't saying, Harry's eyes instantly turned into puppy-dog ones. Draco could barely resist, but he knew they had to go back, they could come back later. He brushed his hand down Harry's cheek and kissed his soft lips lightly before getting up to leave. But before he could get off the bed, Harry grabbed his arm and pulled him back down, pressing his lips against Draco's and pulling him into a passionate game of tonsil hokey. (A/N yea, yea, so sure me ;) )
Great! Draco thought to him self, now I'm never gonna wanna leave, god he's a good kisser, god I could stay here forever, god. is that his hand on my.?!?! Draco broke the kiss and looked into Harry's eyes.
"You know we have to go back," It was a statement, and Harry nodded in agreement, stealing one last kiss before getting up and holding out his hand for Draco to take. Draco happily accepted and the two boys walked down the stairs back toward the halls that would lead them back to their separate dorms.
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Harry woke to a slight throbbing feeling in his head. Wondering what the hell was going on, he reached for his glasses but dropped them almost as soon as he hand picked them up, instead, both of Harry's hands hang flung themselves to his forehead.
"Harry? Harry!?!" Ron looked over to Harry's bed, becoming worried at the expression of pain on Harry's face. "Ron, my scar." Ron nodded and ran downstairs screaming the only thing he could think of. "HERMIONE!!!!" He almost fell flat on his face and he jumped the last three stairs, scaring all the first and second years in the common room stupid. The older students simply looked up to take note that it was in fact Ron Weasly, and then went back to whatever it was they were originally doing. Hermione ran over, talking quietly so as to attract no more attention from the younger students.
"Ron, what's the matter, you look like someone's just died." Hermione whispered, entwining her fingers with his, Ron reluctantly pulled away. "Herm, it's Harry, his scar, hurting, pain, screaming, vvv..vvv..you know who!!!" He screamed in a whisper.
(A/N well, now there's a paradox if I ever wrote one ;) )
Upon darting as quickly as they could back up to the common room, they found Harry sitting on the bed, tears streaking down his face, his hands limply by his sides, his eyes fixed on the wall opposite him.
"Harry? Harry, are you ok?" Hermione kneeled down in front of him, waving her hand in front of his face. He looked at her; the fear and hatred mixing in his features almost scared her.
"He's here." Harry stated matter-of-factly. Ron's mouth dropped open and Hermione suppressed a gasp.
"But how do you know, Harry?" Harry didn't have to say anything; the look on his face said enough. Ron promptly shut up.
"Harry, how could he be here? Dumbledore is here, he wouldn't dare, or would he?" Even Hermione seemed to be having trouble piecing it all together. She looked completely lost. "What are we going to do, Harry?" She looked at him but he didn't look at her. He stood and headed for the door.
"I'm going to talk to Draco, maybe he'll know what to do." And with that Harry ran down the stairs and out the portrait hole. "Well, I think that's a brilliant idea, Harry. Bloody hell!" Ron exclaimed, angry that after being "friends" with Malfoy for one day, he already had to go running off to tell Draco everything, and leaving his apparent best friends sitting on his bed wondering what the hell was going on.
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Harry had no idea how he was going to get into the Slytherin common room, let alone to Draco. He hadn't brought the invisibility cloak, he obviously didn't have time to make a polyjuice potion and even though Sirius kept promising to teach him how to become and animagus he hadn't yet got the hang of that. His thoughts stopped dead as a hand grabbed his collar out of nowhere and pulled him into an empty classroom. He would have screamed, except a small, pale hand covered him mouth. Without saying a word, Harry knew it was Draco when the slightly taller boy lightly kissed the back of his neck.
When he let Harry go, his expression changed when he saw the look on Harry's face. "I knew there'd have to be a reason for you to come down to the dungeons and look for me!" Draco exclaimed, worried at the expression of sheer horror on Harry's face. "Harry, you look like someone's just died." Draco echoed Hermione's words and Harry snapped back to reality.
"That's exactly what Hermione just said, and if we're not bloody careful, someone bloody well might do just that!"
Draco stood before Harry with a look of absolute shock on his face. He opened and closed his mouth several times before finally putting together a sentence. "Harry, what ARE you talking about?!"
"Draco, Voldermort is here, here, at Hogwarts! He's here and he's going to kill me!"
"Wait a minute, slow down Harry, firstly, how do you know he's here, and secondly, he isn't going to kill you, he's already failed six times!! No, what's going on? This isn't because we. is it?"
"God Draco, you're such a git. No, it's not because of us," at this, Harry kissed Draco on the cheek, Draco smiled and calmed a little. "No, I wont up this morning and my scar was hurting, worse than usual, like when he's there, in front of me, but he wasn't, I can't work it out, even Herm didn't know what to do." He trailed off, his green eyes staring at nothing in particular. He leaned back against the wall and slide down it until he was sitting against it on the cold, stone floor at the bottom. At this, Malfoy straddled him and stared into his eyes.
"I will not, I repeat, WILL NOT let anything happen to you, Harry." And with that said, he kissed him, long and deep.
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Harry spent the next few days constantly looking over his shoulder for any sign that someone may be trying to kill him, and the nights, well lets just say there was one less guest room free at Hogwarts this year.
Ron had started to become agitated with Harry's nightly outings. He didn't say anything to Harry though; for fear that Harry may just reject him and go off with Malfoy for good. Well, at least he had Hermione.
Harry and Draco had eventually dragged themselves out of the tiny dungeon classroom - after a vast amount of making out - to go for a walk down to the Quidditch pitch. "Hey potter, can I challenge you to a duel?" Draco smirked, but not his usual I'm-gonna-get-you-potter smirk, this was more like a lets-have-a- little-fun-shall-we-Harry? Smirk. "What kind of duel, Malfoy?" Harry decided this little game in front of the Ravenclaw Quidditch practice could be fun. "Three times around the pitch and first one to the forest wins." "Wait, us and what brooms?" Harry asked too soon, for before he had even thought of it, Draco did something that Harry should have thought of a long time ago.
"ACCIO NIMBUS!" His voice echoed throughout the stadium, and luckily for Harry it was easier for a broom to come down from the Gryffindor boy's dorm than up from the Slytherin dungeons. "ACCIO FIREBOLT!" Harry yelled almost over the top of Draco's words. Harry's broom came speeding toward them and Harry jumped onto it in one clean, smooth movement and zoomed off over the field, Draco wasn't far behind him.
"I'll get you potter!!" They whizzed above the Ravenclaw's heads while their captain yelled at them that he'd booked the pitch for practice. A few stunned students watched them fly in graceful loops around each other, two boys they had only ever known as enemies, smiling at each other the ways friends do in friendly competition.
Harry pulled ahead of Draco and headed for the forest, he zipped in and out of the trees, like a bird, giving Draco a good run for his money. Exhausted, Harry let himself float to the ground, jumped off his broom and lay on the grassy floor of the forest, panting.
Malfoy soon joined him, smiling down at Harry with an extremely goofy smile on his face. "You look really sexy when you pant." He stated simply, still smiling down at Harry. They stared intently into each other's eyes for a while, then Harry instinctively slammed his hand against his forehead again.
"Harry? Are you alright?" Draco asked immediately, pulling Harry up from the ground. Harry simply stared at nothing, his bottom lip trembling. Draco pulled his arm and jerked him back to reality. "Com on, Harry! Lets get out of here." Grabbing his hand, Draco led Harry out of the forest, then he let go and both boys ran swiftly across the field, when they got to the castle, Harry turned left to head up to Gryffindor tower, he had to tell Ron and Hermione, but Draco stopped dead.
"I guess I'll see you at dinner then?" He smiled weakly. "Oh God. Come ON!" Harry grabbed Draco's arm and pulled him up the stairs behind him and through different halls until they were standing in front of a painting of a very fat woman indeed.
"Password?" Her chin doubled as she spoke and Draco turned up his nose in disgust, lucky he was standing behind Harry and was in plain clothes or she wouldn't have let him in.
Harry muttered something just quiet enough that Draco couldn't hear, but he figured it was because he was lost in thought and wasn't really listening.
Why is he letting me into the Gryffindor common room? Surely all the Gryffindor's will kill him? Draco thought to himself for a moment before stepping through the portrait hole and into the small, cozy common room.
"Wow." He said with real awe at the cheery little room. Compared to the huge, cold Slytherin dorm this was really something. After a second glance, he also noticed that the only two people in the common, sitting in the center, were Ron and Hermione. Ron looked up as he heard footsteps.
"Oh, Hi Harry. Wha!? Draco!? Harry, if you get caught, if he gets caught." Ron trailed off and stared goggle-eyed at the pair. Hermione reached over and pushed his mouth closed.
"Harry, something's up, what's happened?" She smiled and motioned for the two to come and sit with them. Malfoy nodded gratefully at the girl.
"My scar, it burned again, in the forest. I think he's in there."
"Wait!!! I've got it!" Draco half screamed with glee. "Remember in our first year, when we all had detention in the forest, that was him in there killing unicorns, right? When me and Harry found him, well, your scar hurt that badly then as well, didn't it?" He looked at Ron and Hermione, then at Harry. Harry frowned.
"No, it didn't hurt anything like this then, this, well, I'd say it has something to do with his recent return to power. " He groaned at the frustration of it all. Ron leaned over and put a hand on Harry's shoulder, Harry smiled.
"I think you're right Harry, I think that because he wasn't even in his own body last time, he was using Quirrel as a vessel, he barely had any of his own strength or power, of course! But Harry, how and why would he be here?!" Hermione looked just as confused as she had that morning, even after her previous little shedding of light on the whole situation.
Harry simply shook his head and laid it back against the couch. "I don't know, Herm, I really don't know."
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Before heading down to lunch, Draco ducked back to his dorm to get something that he'd decided he wanted to give to Harry. On his way down he started thinking, wondering, hoping really, if he could be re-sorted. This thought stayed in his mind for a while as he headed down the cold stone steps.
He could just imagine, being able to eat meals sitting with Harry, walk the halls freely by Harry's side, be seen with Harry and have no questions asked. He sighed and shuffled around in his trunk until he found it. He took out one of his school shirts and wrapped the item in it. Then headed down up to the hall for lunch.
His eyes searched for Harry as soon as he entered the enormous hall, and found him almost instantly. Harry looked up and caught his eye. He was, as usual, seated next to Ron and Seamus, with Hermione on Ron's other side. He smiled, and Harry smiled back and then looked back down at his breakfast. Luckily, no one noticed except Ron, who simply shook his head and spooned another mouthful of porridge into his mouth. Draco didn't look away, though, until it was too late. He walked straight into a wayward chair that someone had left a way away from the Slytherin table. He went straight over the top of himself and smashed into the far wall.
He lay there, not attempting to move in case something was broken. His blonde hair, like Harry's, now stuck out in every direction. He grunted and then closed his eyes, wanting nothing but the pain to stop and Harry to be by his side. He opened his eyes to find that he had one of those two things. Harry had, obviously without regard to what the rest of the school thought, jumped up almost immediately and run straight to Draco's side. He managed a weak smile and then closed his eyes again, allowing Harry to stroke the side of his face without pushing him away.
Harry heard a small shuffle by the curtain next to Draco's feet, and looked up just in time to see a large rat scurry across the floor around behind the teacher's table. A rat, Harry thought, that looked impeccably like Scabbers. Harry suddenly realized what was happening. Voldermort was trying to get at Harry by harming those he held closest to him; he looked over back at Ron and Hermione. It was then he noticed that all eyes in the great hall were on Draco and himself. He felt his entire body going red. He helped Draco up and they half ran, half limped as quickly as they could out of the great hall.
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Draco had to stay in the hospital wing for the next four days, Harry had gone up every lunch time and evening to visit him and make sure he was feeling all right. He felt responsible for what had happened to Draco, not only because Draco had placed all his attention on Harry and that was why he hadn't noticed the chair, but also because Scabbers had put the chair there in the very notion of hurting Draco to get at him. He scowled and Draco noticed the sudden change in his expression.
"Harry, something wrong?" He reached over and gently took Harry's hand in his own. His own blue eyes searched Harry's green ones for an answer, but they didn't give him one, and neither did Harry.
"You get out this afternoon, don't you?" Draco nodded, wondering why Harry couldn't just tell him what was wrong. "Meet me in the guest room at 6 O'clock, I'll tell you then.
"Harry, we'll miss dinner, if we're both not at dinner, then everyone'll." Harry cut him off.
"Everyone already knows, Draco. I'll explain later, just promise me you'll be there." Draco nodded at Harry, looking worried and Harry just smiled, kissed his hand, then got up and left the hospital wing. Draco slumped his head back into the pillow. This was turning out to be a very interesting year at Hogwarts indeed.
Harry headed straight up to Gryffindor tower, and ran straight into Ron who was just leaving.
"Oh, hiya Harry."
"Ron, where are you going? I need to talk to you and Hermione, urgently."
"Oh, well, I was just going to the library to get Hermione, come with and you can tell us then." Ron motioned for Harry to go with him, and Harry nodded and followed Ron nervously around the halls, wondering why no one was saying anything or looking at him strangely for the events that had happened over the week.
"They're used to it, I think." Ron said, reading the expression on Harry's face, but it seemed more like he was reading his mind.
"Used to what exactly?" Harry questioned him.
"Well, you doing all the things that they don't expect you to do, I guess, I'm not really sure what I mean."
"I think I understand."
Harry hadn't told them about Scabbers being in the hall yet, and what he thought Voldermort was up to, and that was exactly what he was going to do now. The two friends walked into the library and politely asked Hermione to join them outside, so as not to worry Ginny, who Hermione has been helping with her charms homework. Ginny watched the three leave, wondering what it would be like to be in their little friendship group, having no idea who else had just been made an honorary member.
Harry told the other two about Scabbers in the hall and that he thought they were in danger.
"Harry, we're not going to leave you alone in this, if he tries to hurt us then so be it, but we're going to stand by you no matter what, you're our friend." Hermione stated almost angrily after Harry suggest they steer clear of him for a while. "The only thing I don't understand, is who would have told him about you and Malfoy being close?"
Harry stared at Hermione for a minute, then Ron, then shook his head.
"Well, you two are the only ones who know, as far as I'm aware, so who else."
"What if Malfoy told someone in Slytherin, Harry?" Ron voiced Harry's fear.
"I don't know."
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Harry arrived in the guest room early. He walked over to the small window that over looked the ground and watched as the last few students, who had been wandering the grounds, milled up to dinner. He jumped as he heard the door slam.
"So, potter, why am I here?" Harry stared at Draco in disbelief, why had he just called him potter? Seeing his worried expression, Draco smiled.
"Sorry, Harry. " He walked over to Harry and placed his lips on his. Harry broke the kiss and smiled warmly, the he pulled Draco onto the bed and kissed him again, this time, Draco broke the kiss.
"Harry, what did you have to tell me? You've had me worried." He looked at Harry with puppy dog eyes and Harry felt his body melt.
"Draco, he's trying to find my weakness, he's going to try and hurt everyone close to me to get at me. He's going to come after you, Hermione and Ron."
Draco looked at Harry in disbelief. "But how would he know, Harry? How would anyone know. oh crap." His jaw fell open and he let himself fall into a lying position on the bed next to Harry.
"What, Draco? Who else knows?" Draco looked at Harry and the guilt and pleading in his eyes seemed to magnify.
"Pansy fucking Parkinson." Draco put his hands to his head and let his head fall lightly against Harry's chest.
"But. how?" Harry looked astonished at this idea that a Slytherin, and the pug-faced Pansy at that, knew about him and Draco.
"My diary." Draco lifted his head to look at Harry, the pleading in his eyes getting the better of the raven-haired boy. He put his arms around Draco and pulled him into a warm embrace.
"It'll be ok, I wont let him get you, Draco. I love you." Harry lay his head on Draco's and he distinctly heard Draco sniff.
"I love you too, Harry, but I'm not sure if love is going to be enough to get you through this time." There were, in fact, tears in the blonde boys eyes, and his grip on Harry's robes tightened. Harry kissed his forehead and stroked his neck lightly with the hand that wasn't supporting both his and Draco's weight.
"Dray." "Yea?" "I think our love is strong enough to defeat Voldermort once and for all."
The taller boy looked up at the other and smiled, the tears shining in the light of the sunset that shone in through the small window. Harry smiled down at him and pulled him closer to his body. They both watched as the sun disappeared behind the hills, and both knew that this was going to be a tough battle.
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A/N: Ok, that's it!! Chapter four, hope it was long enough, it is two pages longer, also I hope you liked it and I'm sorry it took me so long to get it up.
I had to bring voldemort in, because if it's their fifth year, and he's back to full power, of course he's going to come and get Harry!!
Also, I haven't made one of the boys 'the girl' in this relationship, because I don't think either of them are, they both are in their own ways and yet they both aren't also.
Please let me know what you think, any idea's or suggestions or mistakes!!! Reviews are greatly appreciated.
Sorry this took so long, but as well as having to try and find the time to do it, Fanfiction.net wouldn't let me log in, there was some stupid connection error, I dunno. anyways.
Here's chapter four, I'm going to try and make it longer, but we'll see, and seeing as I'm sitting her listening to the master himself - john Williams - that is, the COS soundtrack ;), there might be more action too, in the true Harry style - I.E. Voldermort tries again. only this time Harry has some extra help ;), ok, shutting up, on with the story.
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Draco flopped carelessly onto the bed, his hair messing slightly. Harry giggled.
"What?" Draco said. Harry simply couldn't help himself. He burst out laughing. "WHAT?" Draco exclaimed again. Harry tried to stop laughing and nearly chocked. His glasses were starting to fog up from the tears. He took them off and rubbed his eyes.
"Uhhh, I hate to be the one to tell you this, Dray, but one of your hairs is out of place!!!" Harry screamed way-too-overdramatically. Draco ran over to the mirror and pushed the hair back into place, Harry stared, dumbstruck, wondering whether he was putting it on or not. He turned around to face Harry again. Before Harry could open his mouth, the all-too- familiar smirk returned to the blonde boys lips, and he pounced, the two boys landing in a muddled heap on the bed. They both burst out laughing, for the first time in a long time, feeling happy and, maybe a little overly, carefree.
Once the giggling had worn off, Harry stopped laughing and looked at Draco. They both smiled.
"You called me Dray." Draco giggled again. "Shouldn't I have?" Harry sounded slightly worried, hoping he hadn't said anything wrong. "Well, no one ever calls me anything aside from Draco, Malfoy or Sir," The famous smirk again, "But for you, Harry, I shall make an exception. He pulled Harry down into a warm embrace. The two boys stayed like this until Harry fell asleep. Draco looked down at his calm features, longing to kiss him, but knowing that he could, all in due time.
He lay awake for a short while, thinking about how he had just become the luckiest guy in Hogwarts. But, even so, they had to go back to their dorms, people would surely notice they were missing; they would surely put two and two together and figure it all out. Reluctantly, he gently shook Harry and motioned at the time, silently letting Harry know it was time to go.
Harry opened his eyes and, once he was awake enough to understand what Draco was, or in this case, wasn't saying, Harry's eyes instantly turned into puppy-dog ones. Draco could barely resist, but he knew they had to go back, they could come back later. He brushed his hand down Harry's cheek and kissed his soft lips lightly before getting up to leave. But before he could get off the bed, Harry grabbed his arm and pulled him back down, pressing his lips against Draco's and pulling him into a passionate game of tonsil hokey. (A/N yea, yea, so sure me ;) )
Great! Draco thought to him self, now I'm never gonna wanna leave, god he's a good kisser, god I could stay here forever, god. is that his hand on my.?!?! Draco broke the kiss and looked into Harry's eyes.
"You know we have to go back," It was a statement, and Harry nodded in agreement, stealing one last kiss before getting up and holding out his hand for Draco to take. Draco happily accepted and the two boys walked down the stairs back toward the halls that would lead them back to their separate dorms.
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Harry woke to a slight throbbing feeling in his head. Wondering what the hell was going on, he reached for his glasses but dropped them almost as soon as he hand picked them up, instead, both of Harry's hands hang flung themselves to his forehead.
"Harry? Harry!?!" Ron looked over to Harry's bed, becoming worried at the expression of pain on Harry's face. "Ron, my scar." Ron nodded and ran downstairs screaming the only thing he could think of. "HERMIONE!!!!" He almost fell flat on his face and he jumped the last three stairs, scaring all the first and second years in the common room stupid. The older students simply looked up to take note that it was in fact Ron Weasly, and then went back to whatever it was they were originally doing. Hermione ran over, talking quietly so as to attract no more attention from the younger students.
"Ron, what's the matter, you look like someone's just died." Hermione whispered, entwining her fingers with his, Ron reluctantly pulled away. "Herm, it's Harry, his scar, hurting, pain, screaming, vvv..vvv..you know who!!!" He screamed in a whisper.
(A/N well, now there's a paradox if I ever wrote one ;) )
Upon darting as quickly as they could back up to the common room, they found Harry sitting on the bed, tears streaking down his face, his hands limply by his sides, his eyes fixed on the wall opposite him.
"Harry? Harry, are you ok?" Hermione kneeled down in front of him, waving her hand in front of his face. He looked at her; the fear and hatred mixing in his features almost scared her.
"He's here." Harry stated matter-of-factly. Ron's mouth dropped open and Hermione suppressed a gasp.
"But how do you know, Harry?" Harry didn't have to say anything; the look on his face said enough. Ron promptly shut up.
"Harry, how could he be here? Dumbledore is here, he wouldn't dare, or would he?" Even Hermione seemed to be having trouble piecing it all together. She looked completely lost. "What are we going to do, Harry?" She looked at him but he didn't look at her. He stood and headed for the door.
"I'm going to talk to Draco, maybe he'll know what to do." And with that Harry ran down the stairs and out the portrait hole. "Well, I think that's a brilliant idea, Harry. Bloody hell!" Ron exclaimed, angry that after being "friends" with Malfoy for one day, he already had to go running off to tell Draco everything, and leaving his apparent best friends sitting on his bed wondering what the hell was going on.
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Harry had no idea how he was going to get into the Slytherin common room, let alone to Draco. He hadn't brought the invisibility cloak, he obviously didn't have time to make a polyjuice potion and even though Sirius kept promising to teach him how to become and animagus he hadn't yet got the hang of that. His thoughts stopped dead as a hand grabbed his collar out of nowhere and pulled him into an empty classroom. He would have screamed, except a small, pale hand covered him mouth. Without saying a word, Harry knew it was Draco when the slightly taller boy lightly kissed the back of his neck.
When he let Harry go, his expression changed when he saw the look on Harry's face. "I knew there'd have to be a reason for you to come down to the dungeons and look for me!" Draco exclaimed, worried at the expression of sheer horror on Harry's face. "Harry, you look like someone's just died." Draco echoed Hermione's words and Harry snapped back to reality.
"That's exactly what Hermione just said, and if we're not bloody careful, someone bloody well might do just that!"
Draco stood before Harry with a look of absolute shock on his face. He opened and closed his mouth several times before finally putting together a sentence. "Harry, what ARE you talking about?!"
"Draco, Voldermort is here, here, at Hogwarts! He's here and he's going to kill me!"
"Wait a minute, slow down Harry, firstly, how do you know he's here, and secondly, he isn't going to kill you, he's already failed six times!! No, what's going on? This isn't because we. is it?"
"God Draco, you're such a git. No, it's not because of us," at this, Harry kissed Draco on the cheek, Draco smiled and calmed a little. "No, I wont up this morning and my scar was hurting, worse than usual, like when he's there, in front of me, but he wasn't, I can't work it out, even Herm didn't know what to do." He trailed off, his green eyes staring at nothing in particular. He leaned back against the wall and slide down it until he was sitting against it on the cold, stone floor at the bottom. At this, Malfoy straddled him and stared into his eyes.
"I will not, I repeat, WILL NOT let anything happen to you, Harry." And with that said, he kissed him, long and deep.
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Harry spent the next few days constantly looking over his shoulder for any sign that someone may be trying to kill him, and the nights, well lets just say there was one less guest room free at Hogwarts this year.
Ron had started to become agitated with Harry's nightly outings. He didn't say anything to Harry though; for fear that Harry may just reject him and go off with Malfoy for good. Well, at least he had Hermione.
Harry and Draco had eventually dragged themselves out of the tiny dungeon classroom - after a vast amount of making out - to go for a walk down to the Quidditch pitch. "Hey potter, can I challenge you to a duel?" Draco smirked, but not his usual I'm-gonna-get-you-potter smirk, this was more like a lets-have-a- little-fun-shall-we-Harry? Smirk. "What kind of duel, Malfoy?" Harry decided this little game in front of the Ravenclaw Quidditch practice could be fun. "Three times around the pitch and first one to the forest wins." "Wait, us and what brooms?" Harry asked too soon, for before he had even thought of it, Draco did something that Harry should have thought of a long time ago.
"ACCIO NIMBUS!" His voice echoed throughout the stadium, and luckily for Harry it was easier for a broom to come down from the Gryffindor boy's dorm than up from the Slytherin dungeons. "ACCIO FIREBOLT!" Harry yelled almost over the top of Draco's words. Harry's broom came speeding toward them and Harry jumped onto it in one clean, smooth movement and zoomed off over the field, Draco wasn't far behind him.
"I'll get you potter!!" They whizzed above the Ravenclaw's heads while their captain yelled at them that he'd booked the pitch for practice. A few stunned students watched them fly in graceful loops around each other, two boys they had only ever known as enemies, smiling at each other the ways friends do in friendly competition.
Harry pulled ahead of Draco and headed for the forest, he zipped in and out of the trees, like a bird, giving Draco a good run for his money. Exhausted, Harry let himself float to the ground, jumped off his broom and lay on the grassy floor of the forest, panting.
Malfoy soon joined him, smiling down at Harry with an extremely goofy smile on his face. "You look really sexy when you pant." He stated simply, still smiling down at Harry. They stared intently into each other's eyes for a while, then Harry instinctively slammed his hand against his forehead again.
"Harry? Are you alright?" Draco asked immediately, pulling Harry up from the ground. Harry simply stared at nothing, his bottom lip trembling. Draco pulled his arm and jerked him back to reality. "Com on, Harry! Lets get out of here." Grabbing his hand, Draco led Harry out of the forest, then he let go and both boys ran swiftly across the field, when they got to the castle, Harry turned left to head up to Gryffindor tower, he had to tell Ron and Hermione, but Draco stopped dead.
"I guess I'll see you at dinner then?" He smiled weakly. "Oh God. Come ON!" Harry grabbed Draco's arm and pulled him up the stairs behind him and through different halls until they were standing in front of a painting of a very fat woman indeed.
"Password?" Her chin doubled as she spoke and Draco turned up his nose in disgust, lucky he was standing behind Harry and was in plain clothes or she wouldn't have let him in.
Harry muttered something just quiet enough that Draco couldn't hear, but he figured it was because he was lost in thought and wasn't really listening.
Why is he letting me into the Gryffindor common room? Surely all the Gryffindor's will kill him? Draco thought to himself for a moment before stepping through the portrait hole and into the small, cozy common room.
"Wow." He said with real awe at the cheery little room. Compared to the huge, cold Slytherin dorm this was really something. After a second glance, he also noticed that the only two people in the common, sitting in the center, were Ron and Hermione. Ron looked up as he heard footsteps.
"Oh, Hi Harry. Wha!? Draco!? Harry, if you get caught, if he gets caught." Ron trailed off and stared goggle-eyed at the pair. Hermione reached over and pushed his mouth closed.
"Harry, something's up, what's happened?" She smiled and motioned for the two to come and sit with them. Malfoy nodded gratefully at the girl.
"My scar, it burned again, in the forest. I think he's in there."
"Wait!!! I've got it!" Draco half screamed with glee. "Remember in our first year, when we all had detention in the forest, that was him in there killing unicorns, right? When me and Harry found him, well, your scar hurt that badly then as well, didn't it?" He looked at Ron and Hermione, then at Harry. Harry frowned.
"No, it didn't hurt anything like this then, this, well, I'd say it has something to do with his recent return to power. " He groaned at the frustration of it all. Ron leaned over and put a hand on Harry's shoulder, Harry smiled.
"I think you're right Harry, I think that because he wasn't even in his own body last time, he was using Quirrel as a vessel, he barely had any of his own strength or power, of course! But Harry, how and why would he be here?!" Hermione looked just as confused as she had that morning, even after her previous little shedding of light on the whole situation.
Harry simply shook his head and laid it back against the couch. "I don't know, Herm, I really don't know."
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Before heading down to lunch, Draco ducked back to his dorm to get something that he'd decided he wanted to give to Harry. On his way down he started thinking, wondering, hoping really, if he could be re-sorted. This thought stayed in his mind for a while as he headed down the cold stone steps.
He could just imagine, being able to eat meals sitting with Harry, walk the halls freely by Harry's side, be seen with Harry and have no questions asked. He sighed and shuffled around in his trunk until he found it. He took out one of his school shirts and wrapped the item in it. Then headed down up to the hall for lunch.
His eyes searched for Harry as soon as he entered the enormous hall, and found him almost instantly. Harry looked up and caught his eye. He was, as usual, seated next to Ron and Seamus, with Hermione on Ron's other side. He smiled, and Harry smiled back and then looked back down at his breakfast. Luckily, no one noticed except Ron, who simply shook his head and spooned another mouthful of porridge into his mouth. Draco didn't look away, though, until it was too late. He walked straight into a wayward chair that someone had left a way away from the Slytherin table. He went straight over the top of himself and smashed into the far wall.
He lay there, not attempting to move in case something was broken. His blonde hair, like Harry's, now stuck out in every direction. He grunted and then closed his eyes, wanting nothing but the pain to stop and Harry to be by his side. He opened his eyes to find that he had one of those two things. Harry had, obviously without regard to what the rest of the school thought, jumped up almost immediately and run straight to Draco's side. He managed a weak smile and then closed his eyes again, allowing Harry to stroke the side of his face without pushing him away.
Harry heard a small shuffle by the curtain next to Draco's feet, and looked up just in time to see a large rat scurry across the floor around behind the teacher's table. A rat, Harry thought, that looked impeccably like Scabbers. Harry suddenly realized what was happening. Voldermort was trying to get at Harry by harming those he held closest to him; he looked over back at Ron and Hermione. It was then he noticed that all eyes in the great hall were on Draco and himself. He felt his entire body going red. He helped Draco up and they half ran, half limped as quickly as they could out of the great hall.
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Draco had to stay in the hospital wing for the next four days, Harry had gone up every lunch time and evening to visit him and make sure he was feeling all right. He felt responsible for what had happened to Draco, not only because Draco had placed all his attention on Harry and that was why he hadn't noticed the chair, but also because Scabbers had put the chair there in the very notion of hurting Draco to get at him. He scowled and Draco noticed the sudden change in his expression.
"Harry, something wrong?" He reached over and gently took Harry's hand in his own. His own blue eyes searched Harry's green ones for an answer, but they didn't give him one, and neither did Harry.
"You get out this afternoon, don't you?" Draco nodded, wondering why Harry couldn't just tell him what was wrong. "Meet me in the guest room at 6 O'clock, I'll tell you then.
"Harry, we'll miss dinner, if we're both not at dinner, then everyone'll." Harry cut him off.
"Everyone already knows, Draco. I'll explain later, just promise me you'll be there." Draco nodded at Harry, looking worried and Harry just smiled, kissed his hand, then got up and left the hospital wing. Draco slumped his head back into the pillow. This was turning out to be a very interesting year at Hogwarts indeed.
Harry headed straight up to Gryffindor tower, and ran straight into Ron who was just leaving.
"Oh, hiya Harry."
"Ron, where are you going? I need to talk to you and Hermione, urgently."
"Oh, well, I was just going to the library to get Hermione, come with and you can tell us then." Ron motioned for Harry to go with him, and Harry nodded and followed Ron nervously around the halls, wondering why no one was saying anything or looking at him strangely for the events that had happened over the week.
"They're used to it, I think." Ron said, reading the expression on Harry's face, but it seemed more like he was reading his mind.
"Used to what exactly?" Harry questioned him.
"Well, you doing all the things that they don't expect you to do, I guess, I'm not really sure what I mean."
"I think I understand."
Harry hadn't told them about Scabbers being in the hall yet, and what he thought Voldermort was up to, and that was exactly what he was going to do now. The two friends walked into the library and politely asked Hermione to join them outside, so as not to worry Ginny, who Hermione has been helping with her charms homework. Ginny watched the three leave, wondering what it would be like to be in their little friendship group, having no idea who else had just been made an honorary member.
Harry told the other two about Scabbers in the hall and that he thought they were in danger.
"Harry, we're not going to leave you alone in this, if he tries to hurt us then so be it, but we're going to stand by you no matter what, you're our friend." Hermione stated almost angrily after Harry suggest they steer clear of him for a while. "The only thing I don't understand, is who would have told him about you and Malfoy being close?"
Harry stared at Hermione for a minute, then Ron, then shook his head.
"Well, you two are the only ones who know, as far as I'm aware, so who else."
"What if Malfoy told someone in Slytherin, Harry?" Ron voiced Harry's fear.
"I don't know."
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Harry arrived in the guest room early. He walked over to the small window that over looked the ground and watched as the last few students, who had been wandering the grounds, milled up to dinner. He jumped as he heard the door slam.
"So, potter, why am I here?" Harry stared at Draco in disbelief, why had he just called him potter? Seeing his worried expression, Draco smiled.
"Sorry, Harry. " He walked over to Harry and placed his lips on his. Harry broke the kiss and smiled warmly, the he pulled Draco onto the bed and kissed him again, this time, Draco broke the kiss.
"Harry, what did you have to tell me? You've had me worried." He looked at Harry with puppy dog eyes and Harry felt his body melt.
"Draco, he's trying to find my weakness, he's going to try and hurt everyone close to me to get at me. He's going to come after you, Hermione and Ron."
Draco looked at Harry in disbelief. "But how would he know, Harry? How would anyone know. oh crap." His jaw fell open and he let himself fall into a lying position on the bed next to Harry.
"What, Draco? Who else knows?" Draco looked at Harry and the guilt and pleading in his eyes seemed to magnify.
"Pansy fucking Parkinson." Draco put his hands to his head and let his head fall lightly against Harry's chest.
"But. how?" Harry looked astonished at this idea that a Slytherin, and the pug-faced Pansy at that, knew about him and Draco.
"My diary." Draco lifted his head to look at Harry, the pleading in his eyes getting the better of the raven-haired boy. He put his arms around Draco and pulled him into a warm embrace.
"It'll be ok, I wont let him get you, Draco. I love you." Harry lay his head on Draco's and he distinctly heard Draco sniff.
"I love you too, Harry, but I'm not sure if love is going to be enough to get you through this time." There were, in fact, tears in the blonde boys eyes, and his grip on Harry's robes tightened. Harry kissed his forehead and stroked his neck lightly with the hand that wasn't supporting both his and Draco's weight.
"Dray." "Yea?" "I think our love is strong enough to defeat Voldermort once and for all."
The taller boy looked up at the other and smiled, the tears shining in the light of the sunset that shone in through the small window. Harry smiled down at him and pulled him closer to his body. They both watched as the sun disappeared behind the hills, and both knew that this was going to be a tough battle.
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A/N: Ok, that's it!! Chapter four, hope it was long enough, it is two pages longer, also I hope you liked it and I'm sorry it took me so long to get it up.
I had to bring voldemort in, because if it's their fifth year, and he's back to full power, of course he's going to come and get Harry!!
Also, I haven't made one of the boys 'the girl' in this relationship, because I don't think either of them are, they both are in their own ways and yet they both aren't also.
Please let me know what you think, any idea's or suggestions or mistakes!!! Reviews are greatly appreciated.