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Come Undone	By : Seamasu Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 8494 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Warning, Disclaimer, etc: please refer to parts 1 and 7. Still applicable. Thanks.

Hang On To Your IQ

"All we have to believe with is our senses, the tools we use to

perceive the world: our sight, our touch, our memory. If they

lie to us, then nothing can be trusted. Aven ven if we do not

believe, then still we cannot travel in any other way than the

road our senses show us; and we must walk that road to the

end." Neil Gaiman, American Gods, 2001

"Well, that went well, I think. Don't you?" Draco said to Harry as the door to their room shut behind them.

They had just spent their third night in a row with Severus, as they were to call him outside of class, and their chimps. They were making no astounding discoveries, but just the routine of the action made everyone involved feel better anyway.

"Yeah," Harry agreed. "I think those chimps are starting to warm up to each other."

"And it took them a good... I don't know. Six months less than it took us."

"Bettate ate than never, though, right?"

Draco smiled to himself as he stripped himself of his cloak, robe, socks, and shoes. "If you were to have said that to me six months ago, I would have said, 'Fuck you, Potter.'"

"And what would you say now?" asked the Gryffindor as he watched his companion.

"That I agree wholeheartedly," he laughed. "You know, I never really hated the idea of being bonded to you. It irritated the piss out of me, but I never really hated it. I don't know. I guess I'm glad I've got you. If you can dig it."

Harry grinned. "Yeah. I can dig it."

"Maybe it sounds weird," he continued as he crawled under his blankets and Harry sat down beside him, "but I'm glad to know I've got someone I can always count on."

There was a sudden tightening in Harry's throat, cutting off anything he might have wanto sao say. He relaxed his muscles and cleared his throat. "Do you really think of me like that?" he whispered, so in awe was he that he could barely talk.

"What? Of course I do. Why wouldn't I?" Draco blinked.

"I just... I would imagine, if I were you, that I couldn't want to feel very... warm towards me," he said at length, choosing his words carefully.

"If I am not the prime fuckin' example of- well... You don't seem to hate me quite like you used to," he said. Harry smiled softly and nodded for him to continue. "And if anyone's deserved being treated worse for it, that would have to be me. Not that I'm apologising. I'm not sorry. But it's done and I'm ready to be over it, you know?"

"Yes, I do know, but I don't think I would have phrased it quite like that," laughed the other boy.

"Then how would you have?"

"Mm. I don't know. I don't know that I could have said it at all, really. That's one thing I've always rather envied in you, you know?" he said, his voice taking on a more wistful, faraway quality as his eyes glazed over and he laid back. "You always know just how to say everything so perfectly.... Even if you can be crass, you're always... eloquent."

"Eloquent?" s?" smirked Draco. "No one's ever called me that before. Thanks, I think."

"I did mean that in a good way. I'm sorry. Never mind. I've never been very good at flattery, anyway."

"I would beg to differ. I found that quite nice." He lifted his blanket in an invitation for Harry to join him.

"Don't you think we should shower first?"

"We'll do it in the morning. I'm fucking tired and I wanna go to bed."

"Yes, dear."

"Fuck you and your 'yes dear's, Potter."

"I meant nothing by it," Harry said, tilting his head up so his nose was in the air. He snorted and lost his composure, so he gave it up and crawled into bed. Almost immediately, Draco curled up against him, his right hand tangling in Harry's hair while his left curled around his shoulder. Harry held his companion close and kissed his head. "I really do love you, Draco," he whispered.

"I know you do. I really do love you, too, you know," the blonde replied.

"I was thinking since, you know... we're like... finally talking and I think I know what I'm saying, I should probably say it."

"Then what is it, exactly, that you're trying to say? Exactly?" Draco replied, mocking his companion.

Choosing not to rise to the bait, Harry inhaled and held his breath for a moment. "I was going to say that you drive me nuts, but now that I've got you, I wo how how I ever lived without you."

"Er... thanks."

"I don't mean that quite like it- Wait. Yes, I do. You're just so much a part of my everyday life thatorgeorget it hasn't always been this way, you know? I feel like I'vewn ywn you for ages and we've never been apart," the Gryffindor said.

Draco nodded in agreement. "Sometimes when I think about being a kid, it's like... someone else's life, you know?"

"And you only know about it because... I know I've lived more of my life without you than with you, but..." he trailed off at a loss for words.

"It doesn't seem that way, does it?" Draco finished for him.

"No. It really doesn't." The Gryffindor made a noise of surprise with his nose. "Honestly, I never thought it would work."

"You never thought what would work?"

"Being bonded like we are. I mean... I don't know. I tho we' we'd go nuts first."

Despite himself, Draco laughed. "I think that we didn't 'cause we already are," he stated.

The Wizard's Wireless that sat on their table began emitting a song that Harry recognised from the Muggle world. Though the majority of available frequencies picked up nothing but Wizard music, Harry had managed to work a piece of wire into the thing and pick up Muggle radio on occasion. Even Draco, who had sneered at the wire for the lst tst time, had begun tapping his feet or whistling along with certain Muggle songs when he thought Harry wasn't paying attention.

"Come here," Harry said as he leapt out of bed and extended his hand to his partner.

"Why?"

"I want to dance with you," he replied in a haughty manner that was very similar to Draco's own.

"Oh! Okay!" he said, then also jumped out of bed.

Almost as soon as Draco was on his feet, he was being swept off them. Harry had scooped him into his arms and twirled around just a bit; enough to throw the other boy off kilter and let him initiate more contact between them. The song wasn't particularly slow, nor was it particularly fast, but a very easy pace to move together to. Soon Draco recovered himself and was swaying along with Harry completely voluntarily.

"You're pretty good," Harry noted.

"Thank you," Draco replied with the flash of a brilliant smile. "You're not too bad, yourself."< Of Of Of course he wasn't, Harry thought. He had spent the summer following fourth year doing anything to get his mind off of Cedric Diggory, Peter Pettigrew, the Riddle family, and everything in between, so he'd spent a lot of time doing very physical activities. He'd caught Dudley attempting to imitate the moves from a dance program on television and after having a very good, hard laugh at the scene, he'd given it a bit of thought himself. His skills at the Yule Ball could have been improved upon, he'd decided, and started listening to the radio at all hours of the day. By summer's end, his body was in better condition than it usually was and he felt that he could take on a whole slew of Parvati Patils who wanted to dance.

While his partner was lost in his thoughts, Draco was lost in the sensation of touching the other boy. For whatever reason, physical contact between them seemed to settle everything in his mind, calm him, and allow him to sort his thoughts out in a way that he coul oth otherwise. It seemed that their life was dependent upon such contact; without it they would wither. Draco had sneered at the idea the first time he'd thought it, but it recurred with such frequency that he couldn't feel such disdain always. Especially after he and Harry began sleeping together. Spending each night curled around the Gryffindor seemed to be taking away his anxieties during the rest of the day, and that co't j't just be a coincidence. Besides, he could feel the change in his flesh; it wasn't all psychological.

"It's amazing to me how much of how we feel in our bodies reflects what's inside us," Draco mused as he unconsciously wound himself tighter around his partner. The song had changed to something a bit more mellow, so it wasn't an inexcusable gesture.

"Like what?" Harry asked. Almost as soon as he had, Draco rested his head on his shoulder. And Draco was just the perfect height that Harry could rest his cheek against his lover's soft hair and not bend his neck at an uncomfortable angle.

"Well... You really love me now," he answered very candidly, though his voice was quiet. "I know you do. I can feel it. I don't know how; what's changed. But it has."

Try as they may, neither Harry nor Draco had yet been able to pinpoint what loving one another mutually had done to their physical bodies, but both knew that something had changed. It seemed as though they weren't moving at such a frantic, awkward pace all the time. They could finally stop and breathe.

"Harry?"

"Hmm?"

"However we started off... so badly, you know? Well, I- I'm not sorry for it, but that's because I don't honestly remember it anymore," Draco sighed rather quietly. By that time, he'd memorized Harry's personal scent; one of the only things that identified him as Harry. "I'm not really a different person now than I was then, but... I don't know. I guess I've just got a different set of circumstances now, so I'm trying to accommodate. And I know we started off pretty shitty, but I am glad it's late instead of never."

"Me too," Harry laughed softly into Draco's hair.

Sighing, Draco was beginning to grow rather frustrated with himself. There seemed a million things they'd said to each other and those things only seemed to be repeated. There never seemed anything new to say. Because for all the forward steps they'd taken since Christmas, they were once again at a stand-still. The stillness merely wore a different face.

"Harry... I've been thinking..."

"No!" Harry exclaimed with a small laugh. "You're thinking!? Are you sure?"

"Shut up," he laughed lightly, poking Harry's chest with an index finger. "I have been thinking, but I don't want you to get pissed when I tell you what about."

"I won't. Go ahead."

"Well... I've been thinking about marriage," he said very quietly, body tense in his partner's arms.

Despite the seriousness of the impending discussion, Harry's muscles didn't tense up. Over the previous two months since Christmas, their communication had become less volatile, and thus, Harry had had little fear of talking to Draco about virtually anything. Sighing, he squeezed Draco a little tighter and smiled.

Encouraged by his lover's reaction, Draco gained a lot more confidence and began talking. "Well... I'm obsessed. I'm sorry. It's just..."

"All the books we've read and everything else and it's just..."

"Too big," he sighed. "And I'm not even saying that I think we should do it or anything. At least, not right away."

"In general, I don't like the idea of being married," Harry mused. "You're different, though. You're... Being with you isn't like being with just anyone. To say nothing of the bond, you know... I don't think of you as like.. so far away anymore."

"Far away?" Draco asked.

"You and I are very different people and... I don't know. It seems like... the gap between our beds that divides the room is a million miles across when we're on opposite sides. If that makes any sense to you."

Draco nodded against Harry's shoulder and laid his hand out over his partner's heart. "There just doesn't seem much of a point in pushing you away anymore," he stated. "It doesn't make either of us happy and there's too much uncertainty anymore to want to make hate instead of love if you understand my meaning."

Draco's eloquence almost always earned him a laugh from Harry. The Gryffindor hugged his lover as he laughed and kissed his head. "I couldn'tve said it better myself."

"Fuck you," Draco laughed back. "You say everything better than I do."

"I am definitely not as colourful as you are, love, and you cannot deny that."

*****

"Draco!" Harry called out to his companion, who was just exiting the Arithmancy classroom. The other boy looked up and smiled widely.

"How was Divination?" asked the blonde as he stepped into place beside the other boy.

"Not too bad, oddly enough," Harry laughed back. "We may not die this year at all."

"Weird. Are you sure Trelawney's feeling all right?" Draco slipped his right hand into Harry's left and squeezed.

Elated at the gesture, Harry grinned to no one in particular and snorted in reply to his lover's question.

"How cute," a masculine voice drawled. "Look, Pansy. Potty and his traitor are holding hands. Isn't that cuuuute?"

Laughter echoed throughout the hall, coming from countless sources. Harry and Draco stopped walking.

"See!?" someone squealed. "I told you they were queer!"

Draco and Harry's left eyes twitched. They looked at one another, wondering what to do. Neither seemed to know.

More people were commenting on their obvious union and much of it was harsh criticism. Draco's blood was boiling to the point of making him nearly burst. He dropped his lover's hand and whirled around, Harry at his back. Almost sixty other students of various years were stopped, staring at them.

"Is there something you'd like to say to us, Blaise?" he hissed, glaring knives at the boy in question.

But Blaise was not intimidated or frightened. He was angry, glaring to match Draco's. "Only about a million and one things," he spat. Behind him, his girlfriend smirked. "I just don't know where to begin, that's all."

"Maybe we should start off with us being gay," Draco offered. The silence that followed this remark was damn-near penetrable. "What, exactly, do you have to sboutbout it? Not much, I imagine, seeing as you know all about it. How good is my father, Blaise? Does he still give you the high, hard one every holiday? Or do you give it to him? Hmm?"

The pink in Blaise's cheeks turned to red. "I don't know what you're talking about, Malfoy," he spat. "You're just jealous because I stole your girlfriend."

Both Harry and Draco were laughing at that remark, but they were the only ones. Everyone else looked close to panic.

"Girlfriend!?" Draco laughed. "Maybe in another universe, in another life."

Blaise lashed out, swinging at, and missing, Draco's face. "Fucking-!"

Suddenly, the Slytherin boy found himself pinned to the wall by an irate Harry Potter. His green eyes were blazing in hatred, his face only centimeters from the other boy's. "You ever, ever try to hit Draco again, I will kill you, Blaise," he hissed. "That is not a threat; it's a bloody promise." And he turned away. "You okay?" he whispered to Draco, who was still staring over hisuldeulder.

"Harry, move!" he shouted as he shoved his companion to the floor, Draco dropping down immediately thereafter. A loud cracking sound was heard, a few frightened shouts, and a shower of stone rained down on the huddled boys and anyone within five feet of them.

"What is going on out here!?" Professor Vector shouted from the door of his classroom.

But Harry didn't hear the shouts of the teacher. He was on his feet, rushing Blaise, who backed himself against the wall. Harry reached back to throw a punch, but when the crack was heard and Blaise's face was still intact, no one knew what had happened. Draco's knees buckled, sending him to the floor, right along with Harry.

Chaos ensued for a good few minutes with the younger students running away in any direction they could and the older ones trying to come in-between Blaise, Pansy, Harry, and Draco. Vector was shouting for order, but none was to be had. It wasn't until Seamus Finnegan and Dean Thomas showed up that anyone actually slowed down.

"HOLY JESUS GAWD!" Seamus yelled upon turning the corner and seeing the scene, like a small battle playing out in the hallway.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO HARRY!?" Dean screamed at Pansy, who was beating her fists against the Gryffindor's back.

Just as suddenly as it had begun, the chaos was over. Pansy slumped back against the wall, sobbing into her ha Bla Blaise was panting, red-faced and eyes bloodshot. Justin Finch-Fletchley and Hermione turned their faces to the new arrivals; they were the ones who had attempted to stop the Slytherins from attacking. Harry was fetal and Draco was laying spread-eagle in the middle of the floor.

"What on Earth is going on out here!?" Vector shouted, obviously irate. "Who is responsible for this wall!? Someone answer me!"

Everyone's voice, save Harry's, was shouting out their version of events. This lasted only so long before Seamus' voice finally beat all the rest and demanded to let Justin and Hermione speak first.

"Harry had his back turned and Pansy threw Incendio at him!" Hermione shouted, trying desperately to hold her fists behind her back.

"Justin?" Vector demanded, nodding once at the boy.

He glanced nervously over at Blaise, but quickly looked away. "Blaise and Pansy started it, Sir," he muttered.

"Well? Out with it,ini!ini!"

Silence echoed throughout the hall once more, punctuated periodically by heavy breaths from the boys who were still on the floor. Blaise continued to stare right through everything, the expression on his face that of complete and utterly blind hatred.

"My hand is fucking broken!" Draco half-shouted. "You broke my fucking hand!"

"I would change it if I could, Draco!" Harry shouted back. His right hand was cradled in the mass of his body.

"Miss Parkinson, do shut up!" the professor sighed, exasperated. "Get them along to the infirmary, please, Finnegan. Thomas. The rest of you, get into my classroom right now!"

"Up you go, then," Seamus said as he bent over Draco to wrap his arm around his neck and hoisted him to his feet. "You all right, Malfoy?"

"I'm gonna kill that fucking bastard, Zabini, you watch," Draco muttered madly, resting the majority of his weight against the other boy. His right arm hung limply at his side. "I'm gonna fuck 'im up so bad, his own mother won't gnisgnise him!"

By then, Dean had Harry up and was helping him to lean against the wall. "I didn't know I had that much strength!" the latter murmured under his breath. He wore an expression of amazement as he gazed at his shattered hand. "I broke myself!"

Draco was about to declare that he broke him, too, but caught himself at the last minute. The two Gryffindors they were with didn't know about their union, and they didn't need to know about it, either. "Let's get out of here, already, before I go in there and rip off his head and shit down his neck," Draco stated, making the other three gape at him in disgust.

"You're repulsive," Dean stated.

"What is it m' uncle always says? 'Rude, crude, and completely without...' something, I can't remember what," Seamus replied, grinning from ear to ear. His right arm was circled around Draco's waist and the hand was moving around to his thigh.

"Quit it, Finnegan," Draco snapped. Seamus moved his hand. "Lets go."

The trip to the infirmary was uneventful, excepting Seamus' perpetual attempts to cop a feel. Dean eventually interrupted Harry's threats and kept him occupied by chatting about that day's Divination lesson. Eventually, Draco gave up fighting it and just told Seamus to grab his arse and get it over with, which Seamus did with glee. Following this, he walked with his hand on Draco's stomach and they all talked of ways to torment the two Slytherins they'd left behind.

***

Madame Pomfrey had been one of the first people to be informed of the bond between Harry and Draco, so when they came in with matching injuries, she was far from surprised.

"Well, well," she huffed as she glared at the two boys, who were still sitting on one bed, waiting for her to see them. "What, dare I ask, happened to you two?"

Draco looked to Harry, who sighed and hung his head a moment. "See, Ma'am... Blaise was getting in Draco's face and then Pansy threw a curse at us and I was this close-" he held his thumb and index finger about a centimeter apart "-to punching the life out of him, but I didn't!" he stated triumphantly.

"No, you punched the stone wall, instead," Draco grumbled irritably.

While the boys were relating their tale, the nurse was examining their hands. "Well, Harry, you've done a fine job at breakingr har hand," she sighed. "You might as well get comfortable; mending these bones is going to take a whi-"

"No!" Draco interrupted with a shout. "No, we can't stay! We've got a test in Transfiguration this afternoon and McGonagall will-"

"I'll send a note to Professor McGonagall," the nurse replied.

"But... I really don't want to have to study all over again," he sighed, trying his best to appeal to her. "We were up all night!"

Pomfrey turned her gaze to Harry, who nodded fiercely. Sighing, she said, "I can wrap you up for the rest of the day, but you've got to promise to come back immediately after your test is over!"

"Of course," Draco said while Harry declared, "Don't worry."

"Ooh!" the nurse grumbled as she walked off to find some bandages and splints, "you two are absolutely impossible. I thought you were bad on your own, but-" her voice was gone as she turned a corner.

Draco grinned over at Harry. "We're gonna be legends here, Potter," he stated happily.

"For stressing Pomfrey?" asked the other boy.

"Oh, yes. Besides that... you managednot to hit Blaise!"

"But Draco... I really don't see what the big deal about the test is," Harry said rather quietly so that the nurse wouldn't be able to hear him even if she was approaching. "We could take it another day."

"I know that, but I want to test a theory," he replied. "I want to know how long it'll take us to heal naturally; without any magickal aids or anything."

"Why?"

"You're fucking thick sometimes, Potter- So we can know the extent of our abilities. I think we've got more going on than we think, that's all. Just indulge me this once."

"In addition to the hundreds of other times." Harry rolled his eyes.

"Just say yes, then, and be done with it! I don't understand why you love fighting me so!" he sighed in exaggerated exasperation.

"Yes, Dear."

"Fuck you-"

"'-and your "yes Dears," Potter,'" Harry mocked. "I said whatever. It's not a bad idea anyway. I just don't know if I can really go that long without using this hand. I'm gonna have to write and... well..." at this point, his voice dropped another decibel, "there are some things you just can't do with your other hand, you know?"

Draco rolled his eyes, but couldn't help smirking. "Don't worry, Harry," he sighed, being just as exaggerated as his partner, "I'll make sure you're taken care of. And don't push your luck. I just think we really should know what we're capable of and I don't want to hurt Amos or Andrew if I don't have to."

"I can't believe you named them."

"Hermione named them!" he defended earnestly.

"Whatever. I know you picked Amos, anyway, so-"

"She wouldn't let me get away without it! What's wrong with Amos, anyway?"

"Nothing. I was just wondering what historical reference there is, that's all," he replied, his nose only slightly higher than usual. "Or is it to some demented bit of literature? Or perhaps a song that only you and ten other people alive have ever heard?"

"You know, Potter, lots of people read Lovecraft and listen to Peter Murphy," he sneered irritably.

Harry smirked. "Yeah. You're right. They're called Goths and they're a Muggle subculture that's pretty big in Europe and America," he stated, feeling vastly superior to his companion.

"Woah. Did that hurt, thinking about it like that?" he teased, his irritation abating.

"Who's Amos, though? Are you saying there's no meaning?" he pressed.

"Amos was this... disciple. Or prophet. I can't exactly remember, but the illustration I saw reminded me of a chimp. I mean... doesn't Amos sound like an ape-ish name?"

"For someone who grew up in such a strict family under such strict Death Eater command, you sure are well-read in Muggle literature," Harryed, ed, rather trying to instigate an argument if not a discussion.

"Lucius was a firm believer in the philosophy of know-thine-enemy. He's just very good at playing stupid when it really counts." He paused, shaking his head a bit. "He's a hypocrite, either way you choose to look at it. Whatever, though. Fuck off with your bullshit, anyway. I'll like all the Muggle art I want!"

"Where the hell is that bloody nurse!?" Harry cried impatiently.

"Right here, Potter, calm down. No need to get your knickers in a twist," the nurse replied upon her abrupt return. "It's not like you can feel that! I know that anesthetic works."

Being rather cowed at getting caught, Harry said nothing. Draco smirked at him. While she set and bandaged the boys' hands, she proceeded to lecture them thoroughly on the use of physical violence, whether it be against oneself or others. They both managed to block out her voice by thinking of how they were going to deal with losing the use of their hands for as long as six weeks. Though they both highly doubted it would take so long, it was better to anticipate the worst. She sent them on their way, declaring that she would see them immediately following their classes. Neither of them had any intention of visiting again, so they of course agreed, smiled politely, and went on their merry way.

*****

Check it out! This wasn't a thousand pages! Woo-hoo! Okay. Now. Thanks to those who reviewed. Although...

I KNOW IT GOT CUT OFF. THAT'S JUST THE WAY IT IS. DO NOT POINT THIS OUT ANYMORE AS I AM SICK TO GODDAMN DEATH OF FIXING IT AND MAKING NOTES THAT THIS ISN'T PERFECT!

I'm a loser and forgot to get the names of those who reviewed, so I'm skipping that this time. I'll include your names next time. (I still appreciate and acknowledge all those who reviewed, so please don't be discouraged.) Um... to address comments... Yes, they will be getting it on at some point, but... see... Draco's not a slut and Harry's trying to be a nice guy, so I will let you know that they won't do it until they're ready. They'll be ready by part 12. I promise. And as for death... wouldn't you just love to know? ;) Thanks again, all!

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