A/N: I want to say thank you all who reviewed ssooo much! Sorry it took so long to get this chapter out I revised and revised again. I'm still unsure of how I feel about it, so please review and let me know what you think of it. I was told that this chapter wasn't appearing on the site i hope i fixed that!
Chapter 6
After the meeting with Snape, Draco began acting very oddly, even Draco himself noticed this, one moment he was hanging and clinging to Harry and the next he was pushing him away telling him to leave him alone. Harry had no clue why he was acting this way, he hadn't done anything at least he didn't think that he did. But Draco was just as confused as Harry was, one moment he wanted the other boy there and the next he couldn't stand him, he was so confused.
Since the 'incident' night, the meeting in Snape's office, and the night after, the bond had grown and they were now able to be even further apart. They found out the further apart they were the shorter amount of time there was until they had to be touching again.
Draco was sitting on the couch, leaning up against the armrest his legs stretched out in front of him; he was staring in to the fire. This had been the majority of what he had been doing since his talk with Snape; thinking about the next meeting.
"Do you mind if I sit down, I feel a bond induced headache coming on." Harry asked hesitantly, not sure what Draco's mood would be.
The sound of Harry's voice broke him out of his thoughts. He just looked at the other boy until he registered that the Gryffindor was waiting for an answer.
"Mmm, yes, go ahead." He gave a quick answer and then turned back to look at the fire.
Harry sat himself down at the other end of the couch lifting Draco's feet and resting them in his lap, he closed his eyes, tilting his head back to rest against the back of the couch.
Draco could concentrate on nothing but the Gryffindors' presence, the weight of his hands heavy, resting on top of his feet. And then he felt a rhythmic feeling over his ankle. Harry was rubbing his fingers over his ankle, right under where his pant leg ended.
The blonde felt his eyes begin to drop and a soft sigh escape his lips, this had to be the most relaxed he felt in the last few days.
"How are you feeling?" Harry's words broke the steady silence of the room.
Draco cracked open one eye to look at the brunette, who still had his eyes closed.
"I have been better, the last few days have just been hell, and to top it all off I have had one continuous headache since three days ago." Draco answered closing his eye again.
He could feel the other boys' gaze on him and finally couldn't take it anymore.
"Was there something you wanted?" He now had both eyes open lazily looking at the Gryffindor.
"Put your head in my lap." Harry blurted out.
Draco's eyes went wide at Harry's words and he spluttered "Potter is that some sort of pick up line, cause I can tell you I'm not that easy."
Harry's cheeks tinged pink at the blonde's insinuation.
"No! I mean, uh, no it's not a pick up line, just do it. Don't worry I'm not going to molest you or anything."
"These last weeks, let alone these last few days have been strange enough why not keep the trend going." Draco said as he maneuvered himself around to lay his head where his feet just were; in Harry Potter's lap. Things really couldn't get must stranger.
He was looking up at the Gryffindor, really looking at him; he had never been this close to him before, Harry had the richest eyes he had ever seen.
Draco knew his own eyes were nothing short of gorgeous a bright stormy grey, but Harry's eyes were rich green, that spoke of honesty and loyalty, but also deep hidden measures that if you wanted to see you really had to look for them.
Draco had been so deep in thought that he didn't notice those rich green eyes were looking straight at him.
"Alright now take a deep breath and close your eyes" at the blonde's skeptical look Harry rolled his eyes "Come on just trust me I promise I won't let anything happen to you."
And Draco believed him, every word of it, Harry wouldn't let anything happen to him.
So Draco took that deep breath closing his eyes and relaxed his body into the cushions below him, his head resting in Harry Potter's lap.
Draco soon felt the soft caress of Fingers sliding through his hair, slightly massaging his scalp, he let out a sigh of contentment.
Harry worked his fingers carefully and skillfully through the blonde hair, it was soft and silky just as he thought it would be. He heard the blonde sigh and he let a small smile grace his lips at that. He never thought the blonde was anything but a cold harsh person but this was a different side of him, he was vulnerable and open.
Draco just let the feelings wash over his body; he could slowly feel the headache recede, Harry's hands were amazing.
This probably wasn't the only things Harry's hands were good at. Draco's thought brought a smirk to his lips and a small chuckle to run thought his body.
The slight tremor in the blondes' body caused Harry's eyes to open and to look at the boy currently relaxing in his lap, and the smirk that rested across his lips.
"What are you smirking at?" Harry barely whispered.
Draco opened his eyes to give a sarcastic reply that would surely make the Gryffindor blush and feel uncomfortable but when he met the green eyes starring down at him no words made it past his lips.
The two boys just stared at each other wondering what the other was thinking.
Draco, unsure of what he was doing propped himself up on his elbows and cocked his head to the side still looking at the green eyed brunette in front of him.
Harry saw Draco push himself up and felt his heart jump in his chest he was mere inches away from the blondes' mouth all it would only take him leaning down a small way and their lips would be touching.
He could never tell you what made him do it but in that instant leaning down and touching his lips to those of the other boys' seemed to be the only logical thing to do, and that is exactly what Harry did.
Draco's lips were just as soft as his hair was, they were pliant and moving against his own, the kiss was gentle, hesitant and very sweet. The brunette felt a heat surge through his body.
The sweet tender kiss amazed Harry but he had this inexplicable want of more, he raised his left hand and curling it into Draco's hair pulling their faces together; changing the pace from sweet to demanding.
Feeling Harry's hand in his hair fueled Draco, his move not asking but demanding more of him, more that he was all to willing to give.
Even though Harry started the kiss Draco made the next move to bring the kiss to the next level, swiping his tongue at Harry's lips, asking for entrance.
Harry parted his lips to Draco's invasion letting the blonde explore his mouth; Harry met the Slytherin's tongue with his own.
They were dueling for control; the kiss was fast, demanding, and wonton.
Parting only for the need of oxygen; left both with their eyes closed, face's centimeters apart, their breath ragged and uneven.
"Wow"
"Hmmm" was the Slytherin's only reply; his eyes still closed.
Finally Harry opened his eyes, and saw one of the most erotic sites he had ever seen. Draco still had his eyes lazily closed, pale lashes resting against a soft cheek that was lightly flushed from their kissing, his lips were a bright red and swollen. Draco opened his eyes, Harry was mesmerized by the sight of the stormy eyes and the dilated pupils, all of the blonde's emotions were running rampant through his grey orbs.
"It's time to meet Snape." It was the only thing that Harry could think of to say.
"Ugh…do I have to go, I feel much better." The blonde whined as he pushed himself off of the couch and out of Harry's reach.
"Yes, you have to go, if you don't Snape will give me detention because it will somehow be my fault that you didn't go."
"Come on we all have to make sacrifices, Potter." The blonde looked at him with a pout and round pleading eyes.
"No, you have to go."
The round eyes narrowed and he harrumphed "Fine, I will go if I must…"
"You must." Harry reiterated
"I must go freshen up, I can't go walking the halls looking as I do, my hair must be a mess." Draco set off to the bathroom to make himself presentable.
They were back in Snape's rooms, sitting in front of a large desk facing Snape.
"Now I understand that you two are able to separate for periods of time?" Snape peered at them over the tips of his fingers.
"Yes sir."
"Are you able to be apart for a few moments now?"
"I think we will be able to be apart for a little while, sir." Draco answered
"Alright then Mr. Malfoy I will ask for you to accompany me, Mr. Potter I will ask for you to remain here, in that chair, do you think you can sit still for that amount of time?" Snape glared, Harry glared back, and Draco tried to stifle his snickering.
"Yes sir" Harry ground out "I think I am capable"
"I doubt it, don't touch anything Potter."
Snape softly closed the door that connected his office to his private sitting room and turned to face the young man before him. On the surface he was calm and collected, his presence outwardly said nothing can hurt me, but Snape knew, he knew that this man standing besides him was weakened and hurt, craving for help but petrified of letting anyone know that he needed much less wanted it. Yes, Lucius has taught him to be a Malfoy well.
"How have you been doing?" Snape's voice softened as it only did for his Slytherin's
"It has only been two day's professor don't expect miracles" Draco said with his usual drawl.
"I don't expect miracles, Mr. Malfoy; I only wish them to happen" Snape answered his eyes not leaving Draco.
"I don't believe in miracles" Draco voice was laced with sadness.
"I am not asking you to believe in miracles I am only asking you to believe in yourself." Snape almost whispered.
"What a very Gryffindor thing to say, professor, almost sounds like something Harry would say." There was emotion in his words; Snape just slowly blinked trying to gather his thoughts.
"Please refrain from making any future comparisons between Mr. Potter and myself, if only as a favor for my sanity, what I do have left of it anyway." Snape half sneered there was no real malice behind his words, only something to ease the strange tension in the room. Draco didn't respond just let his eyes wander around the room. It was not the first time that Draco had been there but the last place he wanted to look was at Snape, he didn't think he could handle it if he saw pity on his favorite professors' face.
"Speaking of Mr. Potter, how are things going?"
Snape saw a small smile flicker over the blonde's lips only to be replaced by a look of uncertainty.
"It's better than it could be, I guess."
Snape eyes widened slightly taking in the small change in Draco's tone when he talked about things with Potter. He knew what people thought of him, he was the old greasy potions master, he was a teacher and to students their teachers just didn't have a sex life, he knew the students thought that he was asexual. But no matter what they did think of him he was a 'real' person and he was young once he knew that look that Draco was currently wearing.
"I assume that means you aren't trying to kill each other." Snape asked hesitantly
"Hmmm…definitely not killing each other." Draco whispered, but Snape's keen hearing picked made out the quite words.
"Then what have you been up too?"
"Oh…nothing, just the usual you know fighting and stuff"
Snape didn't miss the pale tinge of pink that graced the young man's face.
"Well then as long is everything is alright with Mr. Potter." Draco nodded his head "Then I would like to bring something else up with you."
Draco now turned to face his professor drawn away from his thoughts by the seriousness in his professors' voice.
"I would like you to see a personal friend of mine, he is a psychiatrist, I would like you to at least just meet with him once and speak with him."
It had been at least twenty minutes since Draco and the professor left behind the closed door and Harry was started to feel a little unwell from the extended separation but he felt uncomfortable to go and knock on the door and interrupt Draco's private meeting.
Just then the door opened and out emerged it two occupants.
"Ah, Potter I see you managed to remain still, it must have been a challenge."
Harry heard Draco snicker and couldn't manage to glare at his potions master.
"Well it is almost curfew I suggest you both head back t your rooms at this time." Snape said as he swept out of the room.
Harry turned to Draco still refraining from touching him "Did everything go okay?"
"Yeah it's alright, but lets head back to the room my headache is slowly returning and I just want to go to sleep."
"Yeah, alright, let's head back." They both walked towards the door hands brushing up against each other, hesitantly their hands slipped into each other fingers intertwining.
Neither of them noticed the curious eyes watching them with through a cracked open door.
A/N: I'm already working on the next chapter I hope it won't take as long as this one did. Please review!
