Angels and Dragons, Chapter Two: "How to Deal"

Summary: This is a Harry/Draco fic, so if you don't like it, don't read it! Harry finds out that Draco has feelings for him. What will he do about it? Read on to find out.

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Chapter Two: "How to Deal"

During the Sorting Ceremony and dinner, Harry noticed that Draco kept glancing at him. Harry pretended to be more interested in his food than anything else to avoid talking to his friends about how idiotic Malfoy is, and to avoid looking at Draco. When dinner was over, Harry hung back to let everyone else go in front of him, after getting the password from Hermione. Harry didn't really have a reason for letting everyone else go in front of him, but he noticed that Draco was doing the same. They ended up walking into each other on the way out.

"Watch it, Potter. You should look at where you're going."

"I do look, but it's awfully hard to go anywhere when you're in the way, Malfoy." Harry quickly moved past Draco and started walking in the direction of the Gryffindor dorms. He was stopped short by an arm grabbing him around the waist and pulling him into a darkened room.

"Damn it, Draco! Someone's gonna see you," said Harry angrily.

"And if they do?" Draco said, playfully nipping Harry's ear.

"You're the one who said that I wasn't supposed to tell anyone, and here you are, pulling me into a classroom while I'm walking to my dorm. That's a little obvious, don't you think?" asked Harry, raising his eyebrows.

"So what if it is? I couldn't help myself. I can tell that this is going to be a lot harder that I thought it would be. Harry, I can't do this for very long. I'm gonna die!"

"You will not."

"I will too, Harry! I can't hold up for too long. I'll explode."

"No, you won't."

"Damn it, Harry! Quit trying to tell me what I will and will not do! I love you, damn it! I can't hide it for very long."

"Keep your voice down, stupid! You want someone to hear you?" hissed Harry.

"Sorry, but it's so hard. I see you, and yet you're so far away. You're all that the Slytherins talk about, and it's not good, either."

"Do you think I give a damn about what they think of me? I could care less about what they think." Harry started to leave, but Draco pulled him back. Before Harry had a chance to protest, Draco kissed him. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco, pulling him closer. Their bodies touched, causing Draco to moan slightly. Draco pulled back from Harry a little.

"I can't do this, Harry. You're so close, but I can't have you. I want you so bad that it hurts."

"We'll find a way to work this out, Draco. Don't worry. We'd better go, though. We might get caught." Harry reached into his robes and pulled out the two things he always kept close at hand: his wand and the Marauder's Map. Draco looked confused.

"What in the world is that?" he asked, pointing to what he thought was an old piece of parchment.

"I will show you," said Harry, pointing his wand at the parchment. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." Draco gasped. Harry smiled at him.

"Where did you get that?"

"A friend."

"Don't tell me. I can already guess who it was. One, or both, of the Weasley twins. Am I right?"

"Yes," replied Harry, studying the map. "Well, all of the teachers are where they're supposed to be, so we're safe. Let's go."

"What do you mean, the teachers are where they're supposed to be?"

"This map tracks the teachers. See?" said Harry, showing Draco the map so that he could see.

"Who created this?"

"Moony, Padfoot, Prongs, and Wormtail. Remus, Sirius, my dad, and Peter."

"How'd the Weasleys get it?"

"Why?" asked Harry suspiciously.

"I'm just curious. Jeez, don't bite my head off. I was just asking."

"If you must know, they got it from Filch."

"Thank you. You don't have to act so suspicious. I'm not gonna rat on you, or them."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I think we should leave."

"Good idea. The teachers are still far enough away for us to get to our dorms without being noticed." Harry opened the door and stepped out. Draco followed him. As they walked toward their dorms, Draco cautiously took hold of Harry's hand. Harry glanced down at his hand and then smiled.

"Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"How long do I have to wait for you?" Draco asked shyly, not really speaking to Harry, since he was staring at the floor.

"Well, I'm not really sure, since we're in different Houses."

"Grrr, damn these people! I don't know how much I can take without going totally insane."

"I'm sorry, Draco. I really don't know what to do. Crap!"

"What?"

"I think McGonagall and Dumbledore know that we're not in our dorms. Or at least, that I'm not."

"Why do you say that?" Harry held up the map in answer. The dots labeled "McGonagall" and "Dumbledore" were moving towards their corridor.

"Let's go this way, then," said Draco, pointing to a spot on the map not inhabited by teachers and in the opposite direction of McGonagall and Dumbledore.

"Let's hope this idea of yours works, Draco." Draco grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him in the direction that he'd pointed. They hurried along different corridors, dodging ghosts and teachers, trying to get to their dorms. The next day was Saturday, so they didn't have any classes, but they didn't want to serve detention on one of their free days. (A/N: Yes, I made them start on a Friday. I hope nobody has a problem with that. Carry on!!!!!!)

'Finally. I thought I was done for,' Harry thought to himself as he got into bed and pulled the curtains around his bed. Harry did not go to sleep though. He lay there and thought about how much Draco Malfoy actually meant to him.

'Even though we're supposed to be enemies, I just don't see it that way anymore. Not after what he's told me,' thought Harry. Harry listened to the sounds of the other guys in his dorm sleeping. He smiled at the thought of their reactions if they knew that he'd actually kissed Malfoy and that he liked him. Ron would be rendered speechless, Neville would think Harry had gone insane, and Harry really didn't know how Seamus and Dean would react. At that point, Harry didn't care. They could think whatever they wanted because it didn't bother Harry in the least bit. If they objected, then that was their problem because his relationship with Draco didn't concern them.

"Hey, Harry!" Harry stopped and turned around to see Ron and Hermione walking toward him.

"Where were you last night, Harry? You didn't go back to the dorms with us."

"Sorry, Ron. I was just walking around, thinking."

"Harry, when will you ever learn?" asked Hermione, shaking her head.

"What is that stupid prat's problem?" exclaimed Ron. Harry looked over to where Ron was looking and saw Draco, who saw Harry look at him and quickly walked off.

"He's starting to really creep me out. Every time I turn around, that idiot is always watching," muttered Ron.

"What is it, Harry?" asked Hermione.

"Huh? Oh, nothing," replied Harry, reluctantly turning to face Hermione and Ron instead of the spot where he knew Draco was watching. 'I'm gonna have a word or two to say to him about getting caught staring at me. He needs to be less obvious,' thought Harry.

"Ah, Mr. Potter. The Headmaster would like to have a word with you. Several, in fact," said Professor McGonagall, who had just walked up to them. Harry followed her, knowing what this was probably about. To Harry's surprise, when he entered Professor Dumbledore's office, he saw that Draco was sitting in one of the chairs. Professor McGonagall closed the door behind them.

"Ah, Mr. Potter. Do you know why you're here?"

"I think so, Sir."

"Do you know why Mr. Malfoy is here?"

"I might."

"It has come to my attention that your relationship with Mr. Malfoy has changed. Am I right?" Harry was stunned. This was not what he thought the Headmaster was going to say.

"Uh..."

"Yes, Sir. It has," replied Draco.

"Interesting. The two of you have been enemies ever since you came here, and yet, now you've decided to be friends. Or am I wrong in that aspect? Are the two of you more than friends?" asked Dumbledore with a familiar twinkle in his eye. 'He knows,' thought Harry.

"I take your silence to mean that you are more than just friends. I do suggest, however, that if you are going to meet in secret, that you choose one place and stay there."

"Um, okay?" Harry replied.

"Very well, then. You have my permission to choose one night a week, excluding Saturdays and Sundays, to meet in private at night. You will not be punished for it as long as it is no more than once during the weekdays. Also, you must choose a meeting place and stick to it. I don't want you two roaming the halls and causing trouble. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore."

"Yes, Sir."

"Very well. The two of you may go. I do suggest that you keep a low profile about this though. I don't want the other students to cause problems for you," added Dumbledore.

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