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The Domino Effect	By : jameschick Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 28943 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Domino Effect
- 2-part 2
- 3-part 3
- 4-part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16
- 17-Part 17
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Part 20
- 21-Part 21
- 22-Part 22
- 23-Part 23
- 24-Part 24
- 25-Part 25
- 26-Part 26
- 27-Part 27
- 28-Epilogue
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Part 10

I wish that I could fly. Into the sky. So very high - Lenny Kravitz

The rest of the day passed rather quickly. Between classes, Harry and Draco would exchange amused looks in the hallways, as Justin's actions at breakfast had the whole school whispering. Justin himself had been absent from lessons that day, most likely hiding out in his dorm.

After double Potions - which was the last class that day, Gryffindor had the pitch booked for Quidditch practise. Harry really didn't want to go, but short of telling Ron why, he didn't have any excuse.

He stood by the locker room door, his Firebolt propped against the outside wall. He had had to carry the thing down, but he didn't want to touch it any more than necessary. If it hadn't been a gift from Sirius, he'd have destroyed it already. It was a shame really, but the very idea of getting on his broom made him sick, he didn't know how he was going to manage practise today.

"Psst, Potter!" came a harsh whisper from the side of the building. Curious, Harry took two steps to the side - his hand automatically slipping inside his robes to find his wand - so he could see who it was.

"Draco? What are you doing here, if Ron catches you trying to spy on our practise he'll go to Hooch and you'll get detention, you know."

Draco rolled his eyes. "I'm not here to spy, you dolt. Here." Draco held out his broom. "I thought, well, since you paid for it and all, the least I can do is let you borrow it."

Harry blinked in surprise. "Really?"

"Well, don't think I'm going to let you have my broom when our teams play against each other, but for now, until you get comfortable... " Draco trailed off; this being nice thing wasn't easy, even if Harry was his... something substantial.

Thanks, Dray," Harry reached out and took the broom, then grudgingly retrieved his own and passed it to Draco. "Would you take this back to the castle?"

Draco accepted the other broom and then blurted out, "Will I see you tonight?"

Harry smiled. "Sure. Meet me after supper? In Myrtle's bathroom?"

Draco nodded, turned and walked away. Harry watched him go for a few minutes before turning around and heading for the pitch. He didn't notice a certain red-head standing back in the shadows.

~!~

At the sound of the knock, Albus Dumbledore flicked his wand to open the door. "Ah, yes. Do come in Severus, I have been expecting you."

Professor Snape rolled his eyes and came inside. It almost seemed as though the headmaster's efforts might have been better spent had he taken the job as Divination professor instead of Headmaster. The man always knew what was going to happen before it happened. "In that case, is there any point in my even being here, as I'm sure you know exactly why it is I've come?"

The old man's eyes twinkled merrily and he smiled before answering. "And deprive myself of your wonderful company? I think not, Severus. Please, have a seat and tell me why you are here."

Snape resigned himself to an evening of playing the fool and took a seat.

"Tea, Severus?" the older wizard asked as he conjured a service for two.

"Thank you, Albus. Tea would be lovely," Snape responded somewhat sarcastically. "I've come to speak with you about Draco Malfoy."

At this, the Headmaster looked up with more than slight interest. He had been aware for some time of Snape's growing concern for the young man. "Go on, Severus, what is it?"

Snape poured the tea and, after sipping from his own cup, pursed his lips before speaking. "Certain... events... of late have, shall we say, shifted, the balance in this school. If I am not mistaken, and I highly doubt that I am, it would seem that Mr. Malfoy has..." Snape set his cup down and rubbed at his temples. "Merlin, I can barely even speak of it." Snape shook his head before continuing. "I believe that Misters Malfoy and Potter have put aside their differences and have become... friends."

That last word was said with such distaste that for a moment Albus was certain that the Potions master was about to spit on the floor.

Dumbledore clapped his hands. "Excellent news, Severus. Might I ask what the cataclysmic event was that has brought these two young men together?"

"No."

Dumbledore was momentarily stunned. It wasn't often that someone denied to answer him. Especially Severus Snape. "I see. Well, can you at least tell me how you came by this information?"

"Not really. Suffice it to say, I was at the right place at the right time. Or rather Draco was, and it led Potter to trust him, which in turn, I believe, led Draco to see Potter as more than the spoiled boy he had always been led to believe him as."

"Very well. You do know that this will pose a problem; neither of these young men's friends are going to be happy about it."

"So I gather," Snape replied. "I imagine we'll have to scrape Weasley off the ceiling when he finds out."

~!~

Practise went better than expected and when Harry finally touched back down, he felt invigorated. There was something about flying, the feel of the wind in his hair, the solid length of the broom between his thighs, the speed of his movements, the control; it made him feel more alive than anything else had ever done. Not even sex felt this good. Though it was a close second.

"Harry, mate, you were bloody brilliant today," Seamus exclaimed as he clapped Harry on the back. Harry had been expecting it this time, so no one got hurt.

"Thanks, Seam. I didn't realize I was playing any different."

"Oh, but you were," the other boy enthused. "You went after the Snitch with a vengeance, Harry. I haven't seen you play that hard since the first game against Slytherin back in sixth year."

Harry chuckled. "And as I remember, I lost that game to Draco."

"Draco, is it? Why, Harry, are you fancying the Ice Prince of Slytherin?" Seamus chuckled and Harry shook his head.

"Even if I was, Seam, I wouldn't tell you."

"Oh, Harry," Seamus held his hand over his heart, "You wound me with your words."

~!~

After dinner, Harry made his excuses to his friends - who for reasons unknown to him didn't push for further explanations - and made his way to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Draco was already inside waiting for him.

"I need you to get me into the Slytherin dorms tomorrow night," Harry spoke without preamble.

"Okay," Draco answered.

"That's it?" Harry blinked in surprise. "Just 'okay', no questions or anything?"

Draco rolled his eyes. "Honestly, Potter. I think I have a pretty good idea of why you want in. Besides, if you remember, I told you last night that whatever you planned to do to them, I was in."

"True," Harry agreed. "Thanks," he whispered before closing the distance between them and kissing Draco.

It was odd, he thought, how the two of them had come to be in this time and place, together like this. Sure, Draco had changed from the spoilt little rich kid Harry had met all those years ago at Madame Malkin's, but he was still far from what you would call fluffy or considerate. He still called Ron names, still pulled pranks on the Gryffindors during potions and he still hated muggles and muggleborns. But none of that seemed to matter as much to Harry as it once had. Draco was not a Death Eater, had no desire to become one, and thought Voldemort was an insane half-blood. Plus, his views made a certain kind of sense.

Pulling away from the kiss, Harry hissed at the sink and waited until the opening to the chamber was revealed before winking at Draco and disappearing into it. Draco chuckled, shook his head, then jumped in after him.

~!~

Albus Dumbledore was definitely feeling his age this night. After his lengthy chat with Severus Snape, he had done a little reconnaissance on his own to find out what it was that he was being kept in the dark about. When they said that the castle had eyes and ears of its own, they weren't lying.

As Headmaster, the portraits, statues, and other enchanted objects which lined the schools hallways and classrooms - not to mention the ghosts -, were indebted to answer any and every question he asked of them with complete honesty. It was because of this that he was now able to piece together what he was assuming had happened.

Assuming, because the information he gathered seemed to be only of an after effect. The actual attack - he assumed there had been an attack - had happened before Harry was carried back to the castle by none other than Draco Malfoy. Where this attack had occurred he could only speculate, but seeing as there had been a Quidditch match that day, between Gryffindor and Slytherin, he was willing to bet his beard that it had happened in the Slytherin locker room.

He had made a point of immediately having the mirrors in the change rooms enchanted to alert the staff in case anything of this nature should happen again. Too late, perhaps, but better late than never.

From what he had been able to piece together, Harry had been unconscious when young Malfoy had carried him into the castle. The Bloody Baron himself had told the Headmaster that Draco had taken the Potter boy into his dorm and placed him in his own bed before leaving once again.

The portrait of Sir Codgewell, which was located just outside the owlery, informed him that Draco had gone there, penned a letter and then left in somewhat of a hurry. He himself had been at the Head table when Severus had received a missive from one of the school's owls and excused himself rather abruptly. He now knew that it had been a message from Draco that Severus had received.

The Enchanted Maiden, a portrait of a young girl in a field of flowers, which hung a few feet down the hall across from the Slytherin entrance, had told him of Severus and Draco's initial meeting outside in the hallway. He did have to chuckle at how disappointed she made the Potion Master out to be when informed that he had no reason to punish Mister Potter.

The only thing that Albus was unsure of, was what exactly had befallen Harry. For some reason, the Slytherin's were rather adamant about not having portraits in their dorm rooms or even the common room of their house. The only portrait anywhere in Slytherin was one of Salazar himself, and he had stopped talking to anyone or anything centuries ago.

The Pink Lady had told him of a most troublesome event that had taken place in front of her portrait just last night. That Harry had hexed two of his year mates, and theed ied in a panic. She told him that it was very early the next morning before Harry had come back to his dorm, and that he'd had a bit of a row with his friends upon his return.

The real question was, what was he to do with this information? It was obvious that Harry had no plans of reporting the attack, otherwise he would have been here before now. And it didn't seem as though he had retaliated on his own behalf as the persons responsible had not turned up in the infirmary. Never one to leave things well enough alone, Albus decided he would send Harry a message to meet with him after breakfast tomorrow.

Turning around in his chair, the old wizard casually reached out and stroked his phoenix. "Ah, Fawkes. I feel I am getting too old for this life."

~!~

Harry didn't know what it was that set Draco off, but he certainly wasn't going to complain. They had just gotten through the doorway of Salazar's study when Draco had pushed him down on the sofa and climbed into his lap, kissing him almost desperately. As the blonde's lips moved down to suckle at his throat, Harry let out a groan and, grasping Draco's hips, gasped out, "Not that I'm complaining, but what brought all this on?"

"Bloody Parseltongue," was muttered against his neck and Harry started to laugh until a rather vicious bite just below his ear made him groan and thrust his hips up into the boy straddling him.

"Didn't," Harry choked out as his ear was nibbled on, "didn't have this effect yesterday."

Draco pulled away from Harry's earlobe and scowled at him. "Yesterday, I didn't think I'd be allowed. Now, do you want to discuss this, or do you want me to go back to what I was doing?"

Harry grinned and pulled Draco's face back down to his own. "By all means," he whispered across the other boy's lips, "continue with what you were doing."

~!~

In a dusty, forgotten classroom, high up in an unused tower, sat Neville Longbottom and his girlfriend, Pansy Parkinson. The two had been dating in secret since the summer after fifth year when her parents had broken off the marriage contract with the Malfoys.

Pansy wasn't like most of her house mates, she had no desire to become a Death Eater, or to marry a dark wizard, or to produce the next generation of Voldemort's sycophants. All she wanted was to finish school, marry Neville, and get as far away from her parents, their friends, and their Lord, as possible. The problem was, that until Voldemort was destroyed for good, she was trapped in an arranged marriage, would be forced to take the Mark immediately following graduation, and had no hope of escaping her parents� way of life.

"Hey," Neville whispered as he wrapped his arms around his lover, "It'll be okay, you know."

Pansy sighed and snuggled into her boyfriend's embrace. "I wish I could believe that."

"If you'd let me talk to Harry..." Neville began, only to be cut off by a delicate snort from young woman in his arms.

"There is nothing Potter can do for me. Or rather, nothing he would do. We've been over this, Nev, he's never going to believe that I don't want the future that's laid out for me. I'm a Slytherin. To Harry Potter, Slytherin automatically equals evil."

"Pans," Neville sighed, "things are different now, something has changed."

That seemed to perk Pansy's interest and she tilted her head up to see the serious expression on Neville's face. "What is it, love? What's changed, and how does it make things different?"

"Harry and Malfoy, er, Draco," Neville, chuckled at the look of surprise on Pansy's face, "well, they're friends now, maybe more than friends. If Harry can see Malfoy for something other than an evil git, why wouldn't he believe that you've changed, that you'rt wht who he thought?"

Neville kissed his lover softly and stroked her silky hair. "Let me talk to him, love. I know he'll believe me, and he'll help you. Besides, if Malfoy's with Harry, then doesn't that mean that he's not on Voldemort's side either? You'd have an ally within your own house."

"Draco and Potter?" Pansy whispered with a slight smile on her face. "Who'd have thought those two would end up together."

"Certainly not me, but I think the Weasley twins had a bet going on it the last year they were here. If it still stands, they're set to make a fortune," Neville chuckled. "So, can I talk to Harry?"

"Alright," Pansy sighed, "but make sure you're alone when you do it, and if he refuses, you better make sure he doesn't tell anyone." Pansy looked up with imploring eyes. "If anyone finds out about us, about me, I'll be pulled out of school and forced to marry that horrible LeStrange boy."

"No one will find out, love," Neville whispered, "I promise you that."

"Good," Pansy replied, "now kiss me."

Neville smiled and did as he was asked.

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