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Chapter 12
Harry walked slowly out to the pitch at 10:45 that evening. He was listening closely, expecting to hear Draco's footsteps or something to let him know when the blond arrived. He hoped Draco would be using the invisibility cloak again, to make sure he wouldn't get into trouble. Of course, as Head Boy, he wouldn't be likely to get in trouble for walking around after hours, but one could never be too safe. Once he got to the designated spot, Harry decided he should be visible, if for no other reason than to avoid Draco's yelling about it again.
It was a new moon and a cloudy night, which meant there was no natural light out there. Not wanting to worry with lighting his wand, Harry had decided to bring a couple vials of the night vision potion. He and Draco would both be able to see each other and their surroundings without the tell-tale wand-lights they usually relied on.
He decided to sit while waiting for Draco and walked over to the broom shed so he could lean back against it. Much to his surprise, when he sat and scooted back toward the wall, he was met with something much softer than the wall. Something that said "Ooohff," very quietly as it breathed on his neck. Harry had to focus for a moment to get the shivers to stop running up and down his spine, but as the breath continued on his neck and he almost felt the brush of soft lips on the sensitive spot behind his earlobe, he found he had no control over the shivers and the best thing to do would be move.
"Harry" The voice cleared up any doubts as to where he was. He was sitting between Draco's legs and those were Draco's lips on his neck. That was definitely Draco's tongue teasing the soft flesh of his neck and those had to be Draco's arms that were now wrapping themselves around his torso and pulling him closer to what could only be the body of one Draco Malfoy.
"Wha..what.." Harry paused. He couldn't do this. He couldn't allow himself to get close to anyone else. Especially not like this. He took a deep breath, reminded himself of the many people he had lost, the others who were injured, the children who were orphaned, the Dark Lord who was determined to hurt anyone and everyone Harry Potter cared about. These thoughts helped Harry to gather his resolve (though not before Draco gently bit Harry's neck bringing a spontaneous moaning/gasping sound from his throat). He pulled away and turned to face Draco with the coldest look he could manage.
Only when he realized that he could barely make out the shape of the Slytherin in front of him, did he remember that there was no light out there and therefore the look on his face would do him no good at all. He would have to rely on his voice.
"Don't do that, Malfoy. I said I wanted to talk with you, not shag you."
"Who said anything about shagging, Potter? You sat in my lap, what was I supposed to do?" Draco didn't know any other way to react to the raven- haired boy when he was in this mood. It was almost comforting, reminding him of the relationship they'd had for over six years, but something deep inside told him he didn't really want it like this. Not being one for introspection, Draco decided that he liked Potter and their light-hearted quarrels were fun, so he went with it.
"It was an accident. I was just.. nevermind, it really doesn't matter. I did need to talk with you though."
"Okay, what about? Are you going to tell me about your new skills now?"
"Um, sure. Let's see, I can appear and disappear at will, I didn't know I could do anything wandless that strongly, and I'm still sorry I startled you. I'm beginning to catch thoughts sometimes, but only when there's a lot of emotion behind them. And, it appears that I'm a seer. I've told Hermione that, but none of the other stuff. I only told her that because she was pestering me to talk about stuff and I didn't want to."
"Have you tested the wandless magic? I mean, aside from last night?"
"No. I'm not really sure what to test it on."
"Why don't you see if you can summon something without your wand?"
"Um.. Accio firebolt"
Harry's broom came rushing from the broom shed and stopped next to him in mere seconds.
"Care to try something else?" Draco said, sounding less impressed than he truly was. Wandless magic is quite powerful and something that is usually done only in times of duress or by the absolute most powerful of wizards. In fact, his parents and their associates had given him access to the knowledge that not even Voldemort was powerful enough to use wandless magic. "Don't use the spells. Just do it."
Harry looked at Draco, contemplating, then quickly shifted his eyes upward. Before Draco could do anything, he was sitting on the edge of the broom shed's roof. "Well, that was a bit..startling. Would you be so kind as to bring me down now?"
Harry glanced at the ground and Draco was gently set on his feet.
Before Draco could say another word, Harry was intently hissing at the back corner of the broom shed. He walked over and knelt in front of what Draco assumed must be a snake. The parseltongue was interesting to listen to, but a bit disconcerting as well, simply because Draco couldn't make out what was being said.
/massster isss powerful..but boy still haunts/
/draco's my friend now..he's not hurting me/
/he hauntsssss..masssters dreamssss/
/it was just a nightmare..because he fell last night/
/massster doesn't sssseeeee..boy hauntsss..massster dessiresss/
/desire draco? I can't/
/you do..sentee can see/
/you are sentee?/
/yessss..and you desire the boy..massster/
/okay, I do, but he's not hurting me/
/master will call sentee if needed?/
/yess/
Harry turned around to face Draco again, searching for his shape in the darkness.
"So, you do realize that the Dark Arts aren't the only reason you can do this, right?"
'Ah, there he is,' Harry thought. "What do you mean?"
"Magic is neutral. Your ability to be invisible, use wandless magic, even talk to snakes, it's because of the amount and strength of your power, not the lightness or darkness of it."
"I..that doesn't make sense. If I had the power to do this stuff before, then why couldn't I?"
"You didn't try. You never knew it was a possibility until you started studying the Dark Arts," Draco paused, considering. "Why DID you start studying the Dark Arts? Why did you suddenly decide after all these years that you wanted to be my friend?"
"Because, there was something that drew me."
"Drew you to darkness?"
'No, drew me to you.' But Harry wasn't about to say that. He wasn't quite prepared to accept what he had just admitted to Sentee, either. "Yes."
"What?"
"The protection."
Draco laughed. "What protection, haven't you been paying attention? Don't you know what Dark wizards tend to do?"
"Yes, but they never do those things to each other, or the loved ones of other dark wizards."
"Have you never heard of the torture Voldemort puts his Death Eaters through?"
"He rarely kills them. And he doesn't touch their families."
Harry heard a choking sound from Draco, a cross between a laugh and a sob. Finally deciding that he needed to see, and realizing that wand-light still might be noticed from the castle, he pulled out the vials of night vision potion and handed one to Draco.
"Here, night vision. I hate talking to people I can't see."
Both of them quickly drank the potion and Harry placed both empty vials back in his pocket. The stood there, eyes closed, for a few moments, allowing time for the potion to take affect.
HARRY's POV
As soon as I opened my eyes, I realized the night vision potion may not have been my smartest idea. I'd managed (after many bizarre dreams and inappropriate thoughts) to stop thinking about the way Draco looked that day in Potions. Once I saw the shimmer of his hair and the pure liquid diamond eyes gazing at me, I was lost again. The desire that ran through my body was like nothing I'd ever felt before. Of course, I'd never really paid THAT much attention to my attractions, preferring to keep to myself as much as possible. But if Sentee could sense this in me, no wonder she worried about the affects Draco could have on my safety.
DRACO's POV
Now I know why I didn't look at Harry in class that day. I'd already been intrigued by his hands, I would have lost all sense if I'd looked into his eyes after taking that potion. I've never seen anything so bright, it was as if he had two miniature suns inside his head and they were shining through a pair of pure emerald contact lenses. They were captivating. Something made him gasp slightly and when he opened his mouth I could see the tips of his pearly white teeth. I longed to run my tongue across those teeth just to see if they were as smooth as they looked. The upward glow from his white collar cast an odd shadow on his face, but the brilliance of his eyes countered it perfectly. I'd never felt so drawn to anyone in my life. Of course, Pansy couldn't be as captivating and beautiful as Harry, and having never even pretended to date someone else.. did I just call him beautiful? Merlin, I'm in trouble now.
Thankfully, before I could say or do anything that would show my foolishness, Harry said the one thing I'd never expected to hear from him.
"I'd like you to write a letter to your father and have him set up a meeting for me with Voldemort."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
menecarkawan - yeah! I'm glad you thought the scene with Snape was funny. I can hear Harry's voice in my head during that answer. Hope you liked the broom shed meeting.
She-who-is-not-to-psycho - WOW! You get a cookie for giving me my longest review EVER! I'm glad you came back and hope you have time to check back and read the rest. I'm honored beyond belief that you think Albus sounds like the original. I've tried really hard to capture these characters as much as I can, and can sometimes hear the voices in my head (esp. Hermione for some reason) Are they too corny? Please tell me what doesn't work, I really want this to be a good fic!
Malfoy Snogger - love your name, don't worry I'm not stopping there. And I can't tell you what will happen, that would give away the ending (and the sequel - cause I'm thinking there will be a sequel, maybe)
Jade Maxwell - I think that's the first drool I've gotten, I'm so pleased! Wow, such awesome pointless praise, feel free to pass on some more of that whenever you get the chance!
BloodIce - thanks for reading, I hope you liked this chapter as well.
Wow - 22 reviews, that was officially an average of 2 reviews per chapter. I'm jumping up and down in my chair with excitement (and since I'm at the office right now, that's getting me some really strange looks from the salespeople around here.) Please, please, please - if you read, review. If you review, and you've seen anything that should be changed or that seems WAY to OOC, or inconsistencies, let me know.
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Chapter 12
Harry walked slowly out to the pitch at 10:45 that evening. He was listening closely, expecting to hear Draco's footsteps or something to let him know when the blond arrived. He hoped Draco would be using the invisibility cloak again, to make sure he wouldn't get into trouble. Of course, as Head Boy, he wouldn't be likely to get in trouble for walking around after hours, but one could never be too safe. Once he got to the designated spot, Harry decided he should be visible, if for no other reason than to avoid Draco's yelling about it again.
It was a new moon and a cloudy night, which meant there was no natural light out there. Not wanting to worry with lighting his wand, Harry had decided to bring a couple vials of the night vision potion. He and Draco would both be able to see each other and their surroundings without the tell-tale wand-lights they usually relied on.
He decided to sit while waiting for Draco and walked over to the broom shed so he could lean back against it. Much to his surprise, when he sat and scooted back toward the wall, he was met with something much softer than the wall. Something that said "Ooohff," very quietly as it breathed on his neck. Harry had to focus for a moment to get the shivers to stop running up and down his spine, but as the breath continued on his neck and he almost felt the brush of soft lips on the sensitive spot behind his earlobe, he found he had no control over the shivers and the best thing to do would be move.
"Harry" The voice cleared up any doubts as to where he was. He was sitting between Draco's legs and those were Draco's lips on his neck. That was definitely Draco's tongue teasing the soft flesh of his neck and those had to be Draco's arms that were now wrapping themselves around his torso and pulling him closer to what could only be the body of one Draco Malfoy.
"Wha..what.." Harry paused. He couldn't do this. He couldn't allow himself to get close to anyone else. Especially not like this. He took a deep breath, reminded himself of the many people he had lost, the others who were injured, the children who were orphaned, the Dark Lord who was determined to hurt anyone and everyone Harry Potter cared about. These thoughts helped Harry to gather his resolve (though not before Draco gently bit Harry's neck bringing a spontaneous moaning/gasping sound from his throat). He pulled away and turned to face Draco with the coldest look he could manage.
Only when he realized that he could barely make out the shape of the Slytherin in front of him, did he remember that there was no light out there and therefore the look on his face would do him no good at all. He would have to rely on his voice.
"Don't do that, Malfoy. I said I wanted to talk with you, not shag you."
"Who said anything about shagging, Potter? You sat in my lap, what was I supposed to do?" Draco didn't know any other way to react to the raven- haired boy when he was in this mood. It was almost comforting, reminding him of the relationship they'd had for over six years, but something deep inside told him he didn't really want it like this. Not being one for introspection, Draco decided that he liked Potter and their light-hearted quarrels were fun, so he went with it.
"It was an accident. I was just.. nevermind, it really doesn't matter. I did need to talk with you though."
"Okay, what about? Are you going to tell me about your new skills now?"
"Um, sure. Let's see, I can appear and disappear at will, I didn't know I could do anything wandless that strongly, and I'm still sorry I startled you. I'm beginning to catch thoughts sometimes, but only when there's a lot of emotion behind them. And, it appears that I'm a seer. I've told Hermione that, but none of the other stuff. I only told her that because she was pestering me to talk about stuff and I didn't want to."
"Have you tested the wandless magic? I mean, aside from last night?"
"No. I'm not really sure what to test it on."
"Why don't you see if you can summon something without your wand?"
"Um.. Accio firebolt"
Harry's broom came rushing from the broom shed and stopped next to him in mere seconds.
"Care to try something else?" Draco said, sounding less impressed than he truly was. Wandless magic is quite powerful and something that is usually done only in times of duress or by the absolute most powerful of wizards. In fact, his parents and their associates had given him access to the knowledge that not even Voldemort was powerful enough to use wandless magic. "Don't use the spells. Just do it."
Harry looked at Draco, contemplating, then quickly shifted his eyes upward. Before Draco could do anything, he was sitting on the edge of the broom shed's roof. "Well, that was a bit..startling. Would you be so kind as to bring me down now?"
Harry glanced at the ground and Draco was gently set on his feet.
Before Draco could say another word, Harry was intently hissing at the back corner of the broom shed. He walked over and knelt in front of what Draco assumed must be a snake. The parseltongue was interesting to listen to, but a bit disconcerting as well, simply because Draco couldn't make out what was being said.
/massster isss powerful..but boy still haunts/
/draco's my friend now..he's not hurting me/
/he hauntsssss..masssters dreamssss/
/it was just a nightmare..because he fell last night/
/massster doesn't sssseeeee..boy hauntsss..massster dessiresss/
/desire draco? I can't/
/you do..sentee can see/
/you are sentee?/
/yessss..and you desire the boy..massster/
/okay, I do, but he's not hurting me/
/master will call sentee if needed?/
/yess/
Harry turned around to face Draco again, searching for his shape in the darkness.
"So, you do realize that the Dark Arts aren't the only reason you can do this, right?"
'Ah, there he is,' Harry thought. "What do you mean?"
"Magic is neutral. Your ability to be invisible, use wandless magic, even talk to snakes, it's because of the amount and strength of your power, not the lightness or darkness of it."
"I..that doesn't make sense. If I had the power to do this stuff before, then why couldn't I?"
"You didn't try. You never knew it was a possibility until you started studying the Dark Arts," Draco paused, considering. "Why DID you start studying the Dark Arts? Why did you suddenly decide after all these years that you wanted to be my friend?"
"Because, there was something that drew me."
"Drew you to darkness?"
'No, drew me to you.' But Harry wasn't about to say that. He wasn't quite prepared to accept what he had just admitted to Sentee, either. "Yes."
"What?"
"The protection."
Draco laughed. "What protection, haven't you been paying attention? Don't you know what Dark wizards tend to do?"
"Yes, but they never do those things to each other, or the loved ones of other dark wizards."
"Have you never heard of the torture Voldemort puts his Death Eaters through?"
"He rarely kills them. And he doesn't touch their families."
Harry heard a choking sound from Draco, a cross between a laugh and a sob. Finally deciding that he needed to see, and realizing that wand-light still might be noticed from the castle, he pulled out the vials of night vision potion and handed one to Draco.
"Here, night vision. I hate talking to people I can't see."
Both of them quickly drank the potion and Harry placed both empty vials back in his pocket. The stood there, eyes closed, for a few moments, allowing time for the potion to take affect.
HARRY's POV
As soon as I opened my eyes, I realized the night vision potion may not have been my smartest idea. I'd managed (after many bizarre dreams and inappropriate thoughts) to stop thinking about the way Draco looked that day in Potions. Once I saw the shimmer of his hair and the pure liquid diamond eyes gazing at me, I was lost again. The desire that ran through my body was like nothing I'd ever felt before. Of course, I'd never really paid THAT much attention to my attractions, preferring to keep to myself as much as possible. But if Sentee could sense this in me, no wonder she worried about the affects Draco could have on my safety.
DRACO's POV
Now I know why I didn't look at Harry in class that day. I'd already been intrigued by his hands, I would have lost all sense if I'd looked into his eyes after taking that potion. I've never seen anything so bright, it was as if he had two miniature suns inside his head and they were shining through a pair of pure emerald contact lenses. They were captivating. Something made him gasp slightly and when he opened his mouth I could see the tips of his pearly white teeth. I longed to run my tongue across those teeth just to see if they were as smooth as they looked. The upward glow from his white collar cast an odd shadow on his face, but the brilliance of his eyes countered it perfectly. I'd never felt so drawn to anyone in my life. Of course, Pansy couldn't be as captivating and beautiful as Harry, and having never even pretended to date someone else.. did I just call him beautiful? Merlin, I'm in trouble now.
Thankfully, before I could say or do anything that would show my foolishness, Harry said the one thing I'd never expected to hear from him.
"I'd like you to write a letter to your father and have him set up a meeting for me with Voldemort."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
menecarkawan - yeah! I'm glad you thought the scene with Snape was funny. I can hear Harry's voice in my head during that answer. Hope you liked the broom shed meeting.
She-who-is-not-to-psycho - WOW! You get a cookie for giving me my longest review EVER! I'm glad you came back and hope you have time to check back and read the rest. I'm honored beyond belief that you think Albus sounds like the original. I've tried really hard to capture these characters as much as I can, and can sometimes hear the voices in my head (esp. Hermione for some reason) Are they too corny? Please tell me what doesn't work, I really want this to be a good fic!
Malfoy Snogger - love your name, don't worry I'm not stopping there. And I can't tell you what will happen, that would give away the ending (and the sequel - cause I'm thinking there will be a sequel, maybe)
Jade Maxwell - I think that's the first drool I've gotten, I'm so pleased! Wow, such awesome pointless praise, feel free to pass on some more of that whenever you get the chance!
BloodIce - thanks for reading, I hope you liked this chapter as well.
Wow - 22 reviews, that was officially an average of 2 reviews per chapter. I'm jumping up and down in my chair with excitement (and since I'm at the office right now, that's getting me some really strange looks from the salespeople around here.) Please, please, please - if you read, review. If you review, and you've seen anything that should be changed or that seems WAY to OOC, or inconsistencies, let me know.
**Now, click that little blue button for me - you know you want to!