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Density of understandingChapter One
Harry held Hermione's hand tight as the she laid a flower upon the grave. The headstone was simple, but at the same time rich in taste and expensive, just the way Ron would have liked it.
"Can we go?" asked Hermione loudly, sighing deeply, a frustrated look plastered across her face.
"I think so, yeah," said Harry, throwing a flower at Ginny's head stone and then kissing Hermione on the cheek.
"So, what are you doing at work?" she asked gently.
"Trying to find Malfoy…"
"Why on earth?" Hermione laughed, her hand laced tightly in Harry's.
"He's missing… he went into hiding, completely shut off from the wizarding world and no one can contact him, not even the minister!" laughed Harry, pushing Hermione's hair back. "I need to get home, get some rest, I suggest you do the same… call Fred, tell him you might need company, you know the drill, he misses George too so I think he'll appreciate it. I'll talk you later, and smile some more for me, okay?" Harry kissed her cheek and hugged her tightly before walking away.
Harry sat on his bed and felt something crumple beneath him. He turned on the light and saw a tawny owl sitting on Hedwig's perch looking extremely pleased with its accomplishments. Harry looked to what he had sat on and saw a letter, addressed to him in a distantly familiar handwriting.
Dear Potter,
You're trying to find me, I take it? It's a shame I won't tell then, isn't it?
I know what happens when I need to, I don't know why the ministry is looking for me; I impose no threat to you or in fact the wizarding community. I am not a death eater, Harry; I think you know that perfectly well. Still, however you search for me, and I impose the question of why?
You are the last person I expect to hear urgent letters of "concern" from, and the very thought of you doing so makes me laugh.
I don't need to be found, I'm living very well.
I don't want to be found, I will come back to the world I grew up in sooner or later.
Yours Sincerely,
Draco L. Malfoy
Harry's heart was thumping in relief; a small tug occurred at his navel, they had searched long enough. Harry picked up a spare piece of parchment and his quill, leaning on his desk as he stood to write a reply.
Dear Malfoy,
Thank you for informing me of your current disposition. However, I want to know more.
Are you okay? If not, are you ill?
Are you angry with anyone? Is that why you wont come back?
The ministry isn't looking for you, Malfoy, I shouldn't be telling you this, but I am, I'm looking for you. I know very well that you are not a death eater, Draco; it's not that I worry about.
I worry about you, you have been in hiding for over a year now, and we even broadcast on television that you were missing (in case you were near muggles). Why are you hiding, Draco? We need to know, more importantly I need to know.
I don't particularly like you, Malfoy, but I learnt to respect you more when you helped me the way you did, although that's a topic we won't go into.
Whatever it is keeping you in hiding, tell me, I can help.
Or tell me where to find you and I'll come visit you, talk to you in person, we can have a conversation, or I can just keep you company.
Yours sincerely.
Harry J. Potter
P.S. Thank you, even though I said we wouldn't go into that topic, thank you, you turned my life around for the better.
Draco breathed deeply at this and sighed, his heart beating fast, he didn't know why. His tawny owl bit at his finger and he swatted it away. With a flick of his wand, his parchment and quill appeared before him.
Dear Potter,
I think we both know it's obvious that this is just for your job, and I still want to know why the ministry cares.
I'm not angry, Potter, not really. There's another reason I wont come back, although I myself do not know why.
I'm not ill; at least I don't think I am.
Do you really think I'll tell you where I am; you'll get your auror friends to come and take something, or me away? Make me look like a fool.
I'm not really hiding, Harry, I'm resting, retiring from the pressures of my wizarding life.
I would-believe it or not- like you to come to me, but it's not right, because I don't think I can trust you enough really.
It felt good, didn't it, Potter? What I did to you? How I helped you?
As much as we both know it didn't mean anything, we can't deny it felt good, can we?
The school bully as you must think I am,
Draco L. Malfoy
Dear Malfoy,
Firstly, you're not a bully any longer, so that was irrelevant. To be honest, Malfoy, the ministry doesn't care, only I do, shall I prove it? Let me come to you now, and let you know that I am doing this alone so, please, I want to help you!
If you're not in hiding then I should have found you by now.
And as for you not thinking you're ill, I can't trust you!
Malfoy all I will say is that I have never felt anything like it before, that's all I will say though, we both know that.
I need to see you, Draco; I need to know if you're okay! I can't explain why I need to, but I do, so please let me come to you.
Yours,
Harry J. Potter
Dear Harry,
You make me laugh a lot; your letter was horribly cryptic. It's hard to say this, so I don't think I shall, but you can carry on guessing what I want to say, can't you?
You haven't found me because it's you I hide from.
If you really need to see me, then please meet me outside Gringotts tomorrow at ten o'clock sharp and bring a bag of clothes and such.
Sincerely yours only,
Draco L. Malfoy
To Draco,
I will come, and if you're not there, you will not be the one suffering.
Harry.
Harry waited outside of the bank, five minutes late. He looked around for Draco, with an urge to shout for him at the top of his lungs.
"Need help?" asked a deep, syrupy voice.
Harry turned and almost cried at the sight of the tall, gaunt, haunted, skinny Draco. Harry didn't think, he flung his arms around Draco and kissed him on the cheek roughly.
"I take it you recognise me!" Draco laughed, running a nervous hand through his silver hair.
"Yeah," Harry whispered, blushing dreamily.
"Okay, follow me," Draco whispered, leading Harry behind Gringotts to some flats, Harry sighed, he hadn't even thought about looking here, it was right under his nose the whole time.
"Not really in hiding!" laughed Harry, keeping his body deliberately close to Draco.
"Harry?" asked Draco, turning into Harry's face, there noses brushing slightly.
Draco pulled away nervously, blushing and shaking his head. Draco instead took his hand and led him through a wall to a door. Draco pulled out a key and unlocked the door. The room inside was small, a sofa, chair, and television. Through to the far right was a door to a bedroom, to the far left a bathroom and in the middle a kitchen. It was unspoken, but Draco took Harry to the bedroom.
Harry really couldn't resist it any longer; he pulled Draco to him, engaging his lips in his own.
Draco pulled apart and shook his head.
"I can't help you for no apparent reason…" said Draco, implying the earlier topic.
"No, I'm helping you!" Harry sighed, hugging Draco tightly, his face filled with confusion.
"I missed…" Draco didn't finish he had started to cry already, Harry guided Draco to the bed and lay next to him, rocking him back and forth, stroking his hair.
Draco awoke, feeling the day before was a dream, but he knew better than that.
Harry was holding him. Embracing him. Loving him.
Harry stirred and looked at Draco, blushing slightly.
"Come on, sit up, I think it's about time we talk, don't you?" Harry gasped, a sensation running through him as his body collided inappropriately with Draco's.
"About what?" Draco asked, shooting himself over what was happening.
"Why? Why are you hiding?" Harry asked.
Without warning, Draco pinned Harry down on his back.
"I'm in hiding because of you, remember when I helped you," Draco said, pressing his hips to Harry's making him groan slightly. "Remember I said it didn't mean anything, well I lied, it did, it wasn't just making love, it meant love to me, I want to do it over, I wanted to tell you, but I was scared of you. I was angry at you, you wanted to believe it was nothing, that it meant nothing and that…"
Harry deepened the kiss he had interrupted Draco with. Harry's tongue grazed Draco's bottom lip and Draco moaned slightly, their tongues greeting each other with moans. Harry sat them up, still kissing violently, Draco still astride Harry.
Harry pulled away and Draco gasped, wanting more of the sweet kiss.
"Draco, we can't just lunge into a sexual relationship, we can't let it go any further, not until the idea of not making love to one another drives us insane…"
Draco couldn't take it any longer, he ripped off Harry's shirt and began kissing his chest. Harry grinned in pleasure. Harry gasped as a hand crept into his trousers. Draco grinded his hips to Harry's and then kissed him passionately, long, soft, sweet, and deep. When Draco pulled away, he ceased all activities and Harry frowned.
"You wanted to slow, so…" Draco began.
Harry wrapped his legs around Draco's waist and flipped him, so this time, he was on top. Harry began to undress Draco, who was smiling seductively beneath him.
"You will enjoy me this time," Harry laughed, prying Draco's legs apart as he kissed him deeply.
Harry awoke, holding the body against him. Harry smiled to himself, his bare skin brushing against the other person's.
Draco turned to face Harry and kissed Harry persuasively.
"Where do things go from here?" asked Harry nervously.
"Wherever we want them to… Harry, will you move in with me?"
"Do you even need to ask?" Harry laughed, pressing his body tight to Draco's as he kissed him.
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