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Italics: thought or emphasis

Bold: dream or flashback

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Chapter 9: Implication

Harry, fuming, stepped out of McGonagall's office and stomped down the stairs only to be pulled into a dark corner and have a hand slid over his mouth. Harry's green eyes widened and he struggled for his wand. Another hand slid over his wand hand, grasping it.

"Shh," wisped a voice. Harry struggled still, but quieted as McGonagall rushed out of her office.

"Harry?" she called softly. She walked swiftly to the corridoor leading to the seventh floor, praying he'd went back to bed.

Harry was whipped around by his shoulders to gaze into silver eyes. He gasped, and was silenced by a finger on his lips. He blushed, looking up at Draco Malfoy.

Draco smirked at him and replaced his finger with his lips. Harry took a breath to calm himself and allowed the kiss to last for a moment. Then he pulled away. "How did you know I was here?" he whispered. Draco smirked wider.

"Does it matter?" he chuckled, sliding his arms around Harry. Harry shifted. Draco's smile faded.

"We can't do this, Draco..." Harry muttered. Draco pulled his bodyto his own.

"Why not?" he whispered in Harry's ear. Harry bit his lip; now Draco wanted to be irresistible?

"I have something to do!" Harry hissed. "Not now, Draco, please!"

Draco backed away a little, concerned. "Harry, what's wrong?"

Harry looked around frantically. Voldemort could be anywhere! "I can't tell you. Please, will you do me a favor?" He looked up hopefully.

Draco looked suspicious. "Depends on what it is."

Harry sighed, exasperated. "There's a path behind the humpbacked witch on the second floor. Tap the hump with your wand, it'll open. It leads to the cellar below Weasleys' Wizard Weezes in Hogsmeade. Go, but stay in the path. Hide, and stay until I come and get you. I'll take you to the kitchens to get food--"

"I'm not leaving you," Draco said stubbornly, grasping Harry's shoulders. He could sense something was wrong.

"Please, Draco!" Harry begged. "You're not helping me here!"

Draco shook his head. "No. If there's danger, I want to stay and help. How do you think I'd feel if you werehurt while I waited?"

Harry looked around frantically again. "Draco, please, you'll help best if you go! I'll do my best not to get killed, but if you stay, I'll die faster," he replied, meeting Draco's eyes.

Draco's eyes flashed. He stood straight. He sighed. "Harry if this is how youget rid of me, all you had to do was say it."

Harry was near tears. "No! Draco it's not like that! I swear--"

Draco held up a hand. "It's alright, I'll go back to bed."

Harry grabbed him by the collar and jerked him into a kiss. Draco let out a sound of surprise, eyes wide, but slowly kissed back. As soon as he did, Harry pulled away.

"I'm not trying to get rid of you," Harry said calmly. "I love you, Draco Malfoy, and I wouldn't push you away if it weren't for a damn good reason. Now, will you please do as I say?"

Draco bit his lip, hesitating. His eyes were stubborn. "Alright," he muttered. "But if I so much as taste danger, I'm coming to help you."

Harry nodded absently, looking around again. "Good. Then follow me." He drew the Invisibility Cloak. He had had a hunch, coming here, that McGonagall wouldn't believe him. He threw the cloak over himself and Draco. Draco stared.

"This is how--"

"Shhh!" Harry hissed. Draco closed his mouth.

Harry led him as quickly as possible downstairs to the dungeons. He swivelled and swerved until they came to a large painting of a fruit bowl. He tickled the pear, to Draco's amusement, and pulled the door knob it revealed. Draco's jaw fell. Hundreds of house-elves!

"Dobby," Harry called. "Kreacher."

Two house-elves ran to him, one young and dressed in at least four layers of clothing, the other, the oldest house-elf Draco had ever seen, wore only a loincloth.

"I need a week's worth of--"

"A week?" Draco demanded.

"Just in case," Harry answered. He turned back to the elves. "I need a week's worth of bread, cheese, tarts, crackers, and anything else that'll last without refridgeration."

"Yes, Harry Potter, sir!" squeaked the small one.

"Yes, filthy, half-blood, hated--"

"Now," Harry said pointedly to the old elf who seemed to think his master couldn't hear him. Draco blinked.

"You're not half-blooded," Draco said questioningly. Harry looked at him.

"Would it matter if I was?" he asked sharply.

Draco shrugged. "No. But he called you half-blood."

"He just likes to insult me," Harry replied, taking a sack of food from Dobby as the elf hurried to gather more.

Dobby, Draco thought. That sounds familiar...

"Dobby used to belong to your family," Harry answered Draco's silent question.

"Oh," Draco nodded. "How'd he get here?"

"Well, I tricked your father into freeing him, then he wanted to be my house-elf. I told him to come work for Hogwarts. McGonagall pays him for his work, because he's still a free elf. Kreacher I inherited from Sirius."

"Sirius Black?" Draco asked, shocked. Harry nodded. "Oh. Why him?"

"He was my godfather," Harry answered. Draco knew better than to ask anymore. Harry gathered another sack from Kreacher and handed the other from Dobby to Draco.

They headed back through the dungeons to the main castle and Harry led Draco to the second floor. Checking the map for Filch, Mrs. Norris, or any other guards, he stripped the Invisibility Cloak. Draco sighed, carrying all three sacks.

"Harry..." He kissed said boy deeply, pulling away all too soon. Harry smiled comfortingly. Draco half-smiled and gave him a few more quick kisses before heading to the humpbacked woman and disappearing.

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Hope you liked! I'm gonna finish this fanfic before I start working on the rest again, which means I'll be updating a bit faster. Unlike most fanfics, the ideas for this one just flow out of me and into the keyboard. R & R please.

Next Chapter: Voldemort is in the castle. How will Harry find him before he gets to anyone else? Can Draco hold out knowing Harry's in danger?