The Easter holidays passed without much interest, as Harry didn't want to show her wandless magic until she had perfected it, and before long Draco was back at school. His last term passed quickly, and before long it was the summer holidays.
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Harry was waiting for Draco to come back in a week so that she could tell him all about her wandless magic. She had read books on the subject that claimed it was very, very difficult, but she had done it by accident. Also, she had found a book about light and dark magic that she was going to start; she was hoping it would be very interesting. The book was very thick, though, so it would take her weeks to finish.
Her magic was coming along well and she couldn't wait to show Draco all the spells she had been practicing (all wandlessly - the wand was still giving her trouble); she had covered the whole first year curriculum already! She just needed to practice he potions; she hadn't brewed any yet, but she was going to ask Draco to help her when he came back in a week.
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When Draco arrived at Malfoy Manor, the first thing he did was, much to his father's chagrin, run up the multiple flights of stairs to Harry's room. He loudly knocked on her door, and waited for her "come in" before he flung open the door and raced over to where she was sitting. Harry barely had time to gently place the foot-thick book she was reading down, before she was engulfed in a hug, but Draco did notice how she flinched when he threw his arms around her suddenly.
"I missed you so much, Harry! Everyone at Hogwarts was so boring. None of the purebloods or half-bloods have any personality, and father would never forgive me if I talked to any of the muggleborns." Draco sighed dramatically, avoiding any racial slurs; he'd already received a lecture from Harry about blood purity.
"I'm glad to hear you missed me, little dragon, because I missed you too." At the nickname, Draco both blushed and scowled, but Harry continued "besides, I need your help with potions; Lord Malfoy said you had an excellent grade in it." Upon hearing this statement, Draco preened.
"Of course I'll help you, Harry, just as long as you don't call me ... that." Harry grinned.
"But what about your other subjects? Shouldn't you be practicing your spell-casting?" Draco asked, confused.
At this, Harry grinned so widely that her teeth could be seen; Draco was unsure why she was so happy.
"Look, Draco, look!" Harry exclaimed excitedly, and then turned towards the book she had been reading before Draco arrived. She said the words "Wingardium leviosa", and the book rose steadily for about a meter, before moving back down at the same pace. Harry turned back around, joy showing on her face, but Draco bitterly said: "of course you can do wandless magic so easily; I should've have realised it when you could sense magic."
Harry frowned at him for a second, surprised at how jealous the exceptionally powerful wizard sounded, before responding.
"Actually, I think I can sense magic because a spell was cast on me when I was young; probably by my parents."
"A spell?" Draco echoed, doubtful
"Yes, I was reading about it; it's cast on sixth years, because they've finished their OWLs. But I was thinking..." Harry trailed off.
"What?" Draco asked eagerly; he was intrigued my this mysterious enchantment.
Harry waited for a few seconds longer, clearly thinking hard, before she asked "maybe I could perform it on you?", nervous about Draco's response.
"Yes, I'd love that!" Draco replied, his eyes shining with delight; finally, he'd be ahead of his peers.
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A few days later, Harry was ready to perform the spell on Draco. She'd must have practiced the wordless enchantment about a million times in her head, and re-read the book she found the spell in originally.
Harry had Draco sit cross-legged on the floor - which he was adorably pompous about -, and close his eyes. In her head, she recited the simple word ('sentire') again, this time pushing magic into the phrase, and casting the spell on Draco.
Immediately, he gasped, and his eyes snapped open. His breathing was coming out unsteadily, and he was struggling to keep still. Harry had to refrain from rushing over to him because physical contact at this moment would only break the enchantment.
She waited until his breathing evened out, and he stood up on shaky legs. Harry guides him over to a chair, where he slumped down gratefully.
"Mordred, that was tough. How did you go through that when you were only one?" He asked, but Harry only shrugged.
"I can feel our magic now." Draco paused for a second, a smile of pure elation gracing his face. "Now I understand why you're always so happy. Our magic is dancing together, and it makes me feel so free..." he continued.
"You sound like you're on drugs." Hardy told him bluntly, but he just laughed; the magic was so intoxicating. He stayed in the same mood for a few days, before he was finally back to normal, and Harry decided to talk to him about something important she had realised.
"Draco? We need to talk about something" Harry said seriously,
"Okay, what is it?" Draco replied
"You know how our magic is so ... intoxicating? That's not normal for wizards; ours is so much stronger than average, and you'll be noticed by the teachers and seventh years before long; I'm surprised you haven't been already. But that just means that you need to hide it, before they do notice. You've told me how prejudiced everyone is towards the slytherins; keep your true powers hidden so you have a hidden edge on everyone, should you ever need it."
They spent the next week practicing pulling their magic into themselves, and by soon they could pull their magic so tight against their skin that only skin contact allowed their magic to be sensed. It was tiring at first, but after a week of solid practice, they could both maintain it even while they were sleeping.