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Invisible Threads	By : TransientTemptation Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5651 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: Because I can't stop coming up with ideas for stories... Though I'm not entirely satisfied with this I figured I'd throw it up and see what all you think of it before rewriting it for the billionth time.

“Are you sure you need my help with this, Hermione?” Harry asked as he followed one of his best friends up the stairs that led to an impressive manor house. “Usually you don’t have a probably figuring these things out…”

Hermione sighed and pushed her hair back from her face. “Yes, I know… but this is different. I can barely get close to him and last time… he managed to overpower me and well to be honest I don’t want to even be in this house again after that.” Harry’s eyes widened in surprise at that admission. Hermione was damned near impossible to really scare and yet this patient of hers had done so? It was hard for Harry to even comprehend it. “Just… you can get through to people. You’ve a knack for it and this is the only thing I can think to try.”

Harry nodded a little. “Alright, ‘mione. I’ll try but I still don’t know how much help I’ll be…” Hermione slammed the doorknocker down twice to announce their arrival. A few minutes later, a large eyed thin nosed house elf opened the door.

It’s eyes grew wider and instantly stepped back. “How is he, Tippy?” Hermione asked as she took off her coat.

“Master has been quiet all day,” the house elf, whom Harry assumed was Tippy, answered as she took their coats and snapped them off to wherever. “Would Lady Weasley like to see Master?”

“Yes, please take us to him,” Hermione said, unable to help but be polite to the small creature even though she knew that most were far from polite to them. They were just house elves and most people were at best dismissive of them.

Tippy led them through long corridors and spiraling stair cases decorated with intricate wood work and deep jewel toned tapestries. After a few minutes, they arrived at a large hand carved door that had two guards standing outside of it. Harry was utterly confused as he stared at the well-armed guards. Just who was this patient of Hermione’s? And how dangerous was he really? Tippy suddenly disappeared with a pop and Harry realized Hermione must have dismissed her and was now talking with the guards. “My friend is going to try his luck so I’d like it if you let him in. But you need to help him if there’s trouble.”

Harry frowned some and turned to his friend. “You’re not coming in too?”

Hermione shook her head some. “He gets agitated every time he sees me. He starts yelling and throwing things if he can’t reach me. I’d only make everything worse.” The guards nodded a little in agreement even as one took out a key and unlocked the door. “If you need help though call for it, Harry. Don’t be stupid and try to handle everything if it starts getting out of hand. Don’t forget he’s dangerous.”

Harry felt his trepidation growing but nodded and opened the door to the room slowly. Nothing immediately happened so he slipped into the room as cautiously as he could. At first he didn’t spot anything other than a normal bedroom. The emerald green bed curtains matched the ones on the cathedral windows and the fire was roaring in the hearth. A thick grey and green rug covered the stone floor and several plush looking chairs were in convenient places around the room. There was a table between two in front of the hearth and another under the window made of a dark red wood that matched the four-poster bed and a large chifferobe. There was a roll top desk as well but that looked as if it had been ransacked.

Harry took a few cautious steps into the room and looked around for the person he was here to try and help. He couldn’t spot anyone and that just made him more wary. He spotted a chessboard off to one side that looked to be in the middle of a game and took a step closer. Black seemed to be winning. Suddenly, something slammed into Harry and took him to the floor.

He reacted on instinct and grabbed at the flash he saw in the firelight. He caught a thin pale wrist before the knife could reach him. One quick move and he was pinning his attacker to the floor instead. Harry looked down at the occupant of the room and his eyes widened some. Silvery blonde hair fanned out across the stone floor and pale snowy white skin was flushed in clear anger. Stormy grey eyes flickered between so many different emotions and states it made Harry dizzy to look into them too deeply.

The man, who Harry realized now was smaller than himself, struggled to throw them over but Harry pushed down harder to keep him pinned. It was then that Harry noticed the chains keeping the man’s wrists. It didn’t impede the pale man’s movements too much but it was clearly a protective measure. The blonde thrashed, his long hair flying some as he tried to get free. Harry spotted long pointed ears under all of that hair and realized why everyone was so wary. High Elves had the potential to be very dangerous and this one was clearly not in his right state of mind.

Harry kept the struggling elf pinned to the floor for several minutes until the elf seemed to grow tired or calmed down. His pale chest was heaving and drew Harry’s gaze. Green eyes widened in surprise at the state of undress of the elf. He was wearing only a long robe that looked a touch too big and was unfastened. It was barely managing to stay on the elf’s slender form. Harry tore his gaze away from the elf’s nakedness and far too attractive body to look at an equally attractive face. “What’s your name?” he asked.

Grey eyes flashed in defiance and a bit of confusion. “Don’t play games, Potter. You know who I am,” the elf hissed.

Harry blinked. “How do you know my name?” he asked in confusion. He hadn’t introduced himself yet.

The elf looked confused as well. “What?”

“My name. How do you know it?” Harry repeated, growing slightly worried. What insanity did this elf even have?

“You haven’t told me your name yet, idiot!” the elf snapped, renewing his struggles to get free.

Harry growled a bit and slammed the elf back down. The pale man gasped and fell still. “Stop that!” Harry commanded. “Now. Tell me your name.”

The elf had that defiant look again and continued to try and pull his arms free. When, after a few minutes, he was still pinned beneath Harry he huffed. “Draco. Draco Malfoy.”

Harry nodded a little. “I’m Harry Potter. I’m here to try and help you.” Draco scoffed and looked off to the side. “Are you going to behave if I let you up?” Harry asked warily, glancing at the letter opener that he’d been attacked with.

“Are you going to keep asking stupid questions?” Draco quipped.

Harry frowned and didn’t get up. “I’m here to help you,” he repeated. “Or do you not want help?”

The elf’s grey eyes slid over again. “Such the Golden Boy, Potter. Always have to be helping someone don’t you?” Harry frowned a little. Draco was acting like they knew each other or something. But that was impossible. He’d never even met the clearly insane elf before. Before Harry could question it Draco started talking again. “They don’t know what’s wrong with me…” It was a much different tone than before. Almost scared and pleading. Harry’s heart broke a little at the tone. He wanted to help this man. Clearly nobody else had been able to. Even Hermione hadn’t managed to do so and she was one of the most intelligent beings alive.

Harry risked letting go of one of Draco’s wrists to brush a hand over the elf’s smooth cheek. “Don’t worry, Draco. I’m not going to give up on you.” Draco’s eyes fluttered almost shut and Harry smiled at the more pleasant attitude he was being shown. Harry’s heart went out to the elf. He was beautiful and scared and not always in control of himself and now he was a prisoner in his own room. Harry couldn’t help but think that Draco was meant for something much more than this. Something meaningful and glorious.

Harry carefully picked up the letter opener and tucked it away before rolling off of Draco and helping him up. The elf seemed different than the fiery defiant man that had attacked him. He seemed lost and almost in a daze. His head was tilted down a little and his eyes were distant as Harry led him over to a chair by the fire. Draco didn’t even seem to notice he was almost completely unclothed. Harry did his best to ignore the flashes of skin and intimate areas the elf was giving him but it was hard. Harry had always been attracted to males and pale slender males in particular. Draco was just his type. But Harry was determined to be honorable and not take advantage of Draco’s mental handicaps. If Draco wasn’t even aware at all times there was no way he could actually consent to something like that. Harry was no rapist.

Harry put Draco in the chair and closed the robe more fully. It was mostly to save himself since Draco didn’t seem to notice but Harry felt better that the man was covered. Draco stared at the fire, not seemingly aware of anything around him and Harry sighed a little as he backed away. He needed to talk to Hermione. They needed to figure out what was wrong with the beautiful elf before things got any worse.
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