(A/N): So whoah I just remembered I had these stories. It's been a long while! But I just reread this one in particular and fell in love with it again. So here it is! Another Chapter! :D
Chapter 12: Surprise, Surprise
Draco groaned slightly and rubbed his head. I'll be damned if I let Harry catch me off-guard like that again. I'll be all bruised, and Malfoys don't bruise. They are far too handsome.
Stretching and yawning, allowing his breathing body pillow to shift slightly, Draco mused to himself after pressing a soft kiss to his Link's forehead. What are we going to do about all this power he's getting? This can't be safe. Scar-head is going to have to control his damn magic for once. Severus might be able to help, but it's still too risky. Occulemency can only go so far. Damn. Maybe Hermoine?
Harry grumbled and burrowed further into Draco squeezing him tightly. The unpleasant buzzing of his Link's worry was keeping him from his treasured and pleasant sleep. Although it was unplanned, the overnight stay in the Room of Requirement provided much needed physical and mental closeness.
"Shut up Drake. Stop worrying like some distressed damsel. I'll take care of you, you know that."
Draco snorted. "As if you're not the one needing rescue all the time. I'm not the one running off head-first into danger skipping merrily to Voldemort."
Harry lifted his head and a slender eyebrow. "Are you forgetting that you're supposively sleeping with the Red-Eyed Looney?"
Draco had the grace to look bemused, then replied, "Touché."
That's what I thought.
Really? You did not just go there. You may have a cute face, but you're definitely the brawn in this link. No way in bloody hell you're the brains.
Ah. But I'm not the blonde. And I don't wear make up.
Oh shut the hell up Harry. It was kohl. And you loved it. Draco was riled, and pushed Harry away from him. Of course Harry didn't really care, but allowed himself to roll off the bed that was provided by Hogwarts for the night.
Yawning and scratching his chest, Harry made his way over to the table, where Dobby had delivered their favorite breakfast delicacies. Draco tried to look unassuming as he perused his partner-in-crime's body, but slowly drank in every detail. Merlin, is that boy gorgeous.
The spell was broken in an instant when Harry decided to scratch his crotch while shoveling porridge into his face so fast his hand was a blur. Draco shook his head disgusted, and daintily moved to the table and ate some crepes with fresh fruit.
As the two older students watched the clock, they wearily and sadly got ready for classes. Both in need of a shower, they left their haven and started for their dorms.
When Harry walked into his dorm room, he was aware that something was amiss. Actually, something was very amiss. The room was normally a little messy; after all, several young males shared a room. When he looked at his things, however, he saw red.
Rage pushed at him, as well as hurt. His bed was messed, sheets and blankets ripped to shreds. Several of his private things were smashed, although of little to know cost, very sentimental in nature. The Remembrall that started his quidditch career, his glasses, and a few odds and ends of friendship that were quite important. Luckily nothing of value was destroyed, as Harry learned at an early age to keep the truly precious things safely locked away. As he silently repaired the damage to the best of his ability, the anger continued to grow. The pillows were decimated, almost destroyed as a finishing touch because there was a thick layer over all of his things.
Harry made quick work of his things, as nothing was to the point of ruin, and decided to ward his bed from further foul play. Amazed that he would have to do this in his own room, he grabbed his things for his shower and decided that days can go downhill quite quickly.
Hey Potter. Can you quit the glowering? What the hell has gotten your knickers into a twist? I can't even concentrate on my ancient runes with your anger giving me heartburn.
A quickly flashed display of chagrin was sent over the link. Sorry Drake. Ron decided to redecorate my stuff because I acted like an adult. He didn't seem above stealing half my chocolate though. Fucking wanker.
Draco felt, rather than saw the dark glower that was on Harry's face at the moment. Is it bad enough that you need to move out? Because my bed can always be enlarged. Trying to send his best leer over the link, Draco was rewarded with a laugh and a short burst of amusement breaking Harry's foul mood.
Nah. Definitely not that bad, but if he tries it again he'll be in for a world of hurt, let me tell you.
So vengeance and all that? Entirely Slytherin concepts you know. Nothing heroic and loyal about those things. Very un-Gryffindork.
Yeah yeah wanker. Get back to your schoolwork.
Harry sent a wave of affection to the blond teen and started working on his potions essay. Although the stunt Ron pulled was childish and a dick thing to do, Harry didn't see it being too extreme. He had to endure his best friend's pig=headedness before, and it certainly won't be the last time.
Ron is most likely pouting off in a corner somewhere, already regretting his actions. Harry mused to himself. He better cut the shite though. I'm not taking anymore of his flak.
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The next two weeks passed in a blur, and Harry and Draco settled into a comfortable routine. Most nights would be spent with their respective houses and friends, allowing one or two nights a week socializing with the others' friends.
They got away to "their room" as they called it as much as possible, but had not gotten a chance to stay there until tonight, a Friday with no quidditch, rounds for the Head Boy Draco, or Hermione's bullying Ron to spend time with Harry in tense silence.
Draco and Harry skipped dinner as Dobby was happy to supply them with their own private feast. The bed remained, but they added a small bathroom in the mix, as neither planned on rushing off in the morning.
Reading over each others' Transfiguration essays, there was a comfortable silence in the way that the fire crackled and the quills scratched occasionally. Finally, after about an hour, Harry yawned and cracked his back.
"I'm going to go in the other room. We need a diversion. Maybe a little excitement." Draco looked up and stared at Harry as if he had four heads.
"You do realize the last time we went in there we almost died, correct?" Harry shrugged. "It can't be that bad. Hogwarts wouldn't kill us. She's just trying to shake things up a little."
"You're fucking nutters, you know that right? I like you and all Harry, but you're bloody 'round the bend."
Harry laughed and waved over his shoulder. "Ta ta love. I'll be back from vanquishing the dragon." He started near the door, and slipped on the ice.
"Harry. What the hell! What did I tell you about controlling your magic?"
"Damnit Drake I didn't mean to. I didn't even feel it." Steam started to rise from the ice as the temperature in the room increased.
"You need to be more responsible! You can't just expect no one to find out about your abilities if you can't even fucking control it!" One of the mirror panes in the bathroom cracked from the cold.
"You make it sound like it's so fucking easy! Well Mr. Pureblood, I haven't had your training, so give me a fucking break!" The fire roared to life and leapt a few feet outwards, as the sparks in Harry's eyes crackled with anger.
"You see damnit! You need to fucking get a grip!" Draco leapt to his feet, and as he did so, the pipes in the bathroom burst from the cold. The sound scaring them both witless, Draco ran over to stop the flooding.
Grumbling about sloppy Gryffindors as he reemerged, he saw that Harry hadn't moved. Glancing at him, he saw why. He could move his arms and knees, but his feet were frozen to the spot, as the ice and fire had melted and remelted him to the floor.
"Uh, Draco?"
"What?" the blond wizard snapped.
"Uh…I didn't do that." Draco looked at him.
"Didn't do what? Other than do something incredibly stupid. Honestly, who melts themselves to the floor?" The temperature in the room dropped again.
Draco all but growled at Harry as he shivered and his breath produced a puff of smoke while he made quick work of freeing his link from the floor. "Can you control your fucking magic? It's colder than Merlin's balls in here!"
Harry looked at him confused, and then a suspicious gleam appeared. "I am not dropping the fucking temperature in here, you bastard."
Draco narrowed his eyes venomously. "I am not a fucking bastard, you pecker head. I'll just leave you to rot next time!" Draco turned away sharply in anger.
A loud bang caused him to jump and he quickly turned around. The slight of the alarmed Harry Potter with heavy ice shards that could easily kill him startled him into clarity.
Bollocks.
..Um….I think you're the most charming bloke of all time?
Draco burst into laughter then, his anger evaporated, replaced with a hint of sheepishness. Draco melted the ice yet again around Harry as they did not yet figure how to control the elemental power aspect.
Going into Harry's shivering arms; Draco closed his eyes and pressed a soft kiss to his link's collarbone. Sensing they both needed this; Harry tugged him closer, and kissed the soft blonde tresses.
"Merlin's beard Harry. We can both do elemental magic."
"Yup."
"Mine's better."
Harry laughed and shook his head. Tugging Draco to bed, they chatted quietly for some time, before drifting off to sleep, content in the knowledge they had each other to protect them.
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