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Second Mission	By : KitBaiu Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6740 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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This chapter has been betaed by QuixoticContradiction and PrettyPinkDepression, to whom I am eternally thankful. ^.^

A/N: I apologize for the delay. I suspect the next couple of chapters will be posted very soon. :) *plug*I also posted an angsty one-shot, if anyone is interested.*end-plug*

The floor swirled fluidly, with a marble design of black and green. Harry's hands and knees froze against the cold floor. He pushed himself up to his feet. Harry didn�t recognize the area. He guessed he was in a room of a grand mansion. The unfamiliar territory was adorned with fine furniture, portraits, and a large fireplace. Yet, all these objects silhouetted against the dimly lit fireplace, emanating black smoke that moved in a liquid motion.

The fireplace exploded with a green flash. Two dark figures emerged from the flames. The taller figure approached Harry first.

"Malfoy!" Harry smiled, approaching him.

Draco laughed hysterically. But, it wasn't his voice. His laugh was piercing and high pitched, which was eerily familiar. It made Harry stop dead in his tracks.

The second figure approached, laughing wildly. It clutched the arm of the figure in Draco's likeness. It appeared to be Pansy Parkinson.

"I already told you, Potter! Draco's my boyfriend!" she said. Her eyes flared with madness.

"No, he's not!" Harry shrieked, "Get away from him!"

Although they represented the Slytherins that Harry knew in their physique, he felt they were not them. The figures in the images of Draco and Parkinson looked at each other. The room swelled with their insane laughter.

Harry's scar burned painfully when the blond figure suddenly made eye contact with him. His eyes weren't silver, but glowed blood red.

Harry found himself back on his knees, clutching his left wrist, which was throbbing. He looked down at his bracelet that illuminated a harsh green glow. It burned intensely into his flesh.

Harry desperately clutched the clasp. He couldn't undo it. He fell to the floor, crying with pain; the distorting figures howled wickedly.

"Potter!" Draco's actual voice echoed loudly throughout the room.

Eyes opening wide, Harry looked around curiously. The pain from his bracelet disappeared, the dark room replaced with infinite white.

"Potter, wake up!" The voice boomed.

Harry's body jerked in surprise. He was still lying in Draco's four poster. The Slytherin hunched over him with his arm on Harry�s shoulder. His eyes were wide with fear that he had never seen in Draco before. He was already fully dressed.

"What?" Harry mumbled, with an eyebrow raised at Draco's curious expression.

Draco swallowed hard, "You need to get up and get dressed."

With a yawn, Harry stretched his sore muscles. The glass-free windows made the room drafty. One of the hangings of the four poster was pulled open. Harry guessed from the minimal amount of light that peaked through the empty windows that it must have still been very early.

"Do I have to?" Harry whined. He definitely did not get enough sleep. The thought of skiving lessons and spending the day being lazy in bed with Draco Malfoy sounded much more appealing.

"Yes. It's still early, so most of the Slytherins will be asleep for a little longer." Draco explained, "We need to sneak you out while we can."

Groaning, Harry sat up reluctantly. He felt thin metal slide against his temples, as Draco put his glasses on for him. Harry crawled to the foot of the bed and snatched his clothing.

"Where's your invisibility cloak?" Draco asked.

"Er-" Harry hesitated, slipping his button-up shirt over his shoulders.

"Where is your invisibility cloak, Potter?" Draco repeated, his tone of voice growing worrisome.

Harry swallowed hard, "In the Gryffindor common room." he said so low that it was almost impossible to hear.

"What?!" Draco's eyes widened. "How could you just leave it in your common room?"

"I dunno." Harry sighed, pulling on his trousers, "I just got excited and forgot."

Harry's heart pounded rapidly. He, once again, found himself in an undesirable position due to the fact he didn't look before he leaped. The invisibility cloak was in the pocket of his school robes, which was draped over a chair in the Gryffindor Tower. Not only that but his homework, books and worst of all, the Marauder's Map were all left in the open. He had wiped the map before he left. But, if someone found it, they might throw it away thinking it was an elderly sheet of parchment.

"Wait!" Harry suddenly had an idea, "Right before our fifth year, Mad-Eye Moody cast a Disillusionment Charm on me."

"That mental bloke that taught Defense Against the Dark Arts in our fourth year?" Draco asked.

"Yeah, but that wasn't really him. That was- er, never mind." Harry realized he was straying from the issue, "The point is the Disillusionment Charm. Do you know how to do one?"

"No. Don't you?"

"No." Harry sighed.

"Seriously, Potter!" Draco drawled impatiently, "Someone cast it on you, and you don't remember the enchantment?"

"It was nonverbal!" Harry snarled.

Draco sat with his arms crossed. He stared at the ceiling as if in deep thought. Harry's gaze fell to his feet. He pulled his socks on, then was soon lacing his trainers.

His attention was caught by Draco Malfoy who suddenly rummaged through his trunk. It was silver with a magnificent crest. Probably too heavy for him to carry but Harry assumed that Draco never actually had to carry it himself. The blond spun around with a spare set of Slytherin robes.

"Put these on." Draco said, flinging the robes to Harry, "Keep the hood over your head, and hide your face."

"Do Slytherins typically wear their robes like that?" Harry caught the robes and lifted an eyebrow.

"No."

"You don't think that's going to look a little suspicious?"

"If we're lucky, there will be few or no students down there." Draco explained, "But if there are, then it will look less suspicious than Harry Potter casually walking around the Slytherin common room."

Harry shrugged and quirked his head in agreement, acknowledging Draco's point. He flung the robes around himself and pulled the hood over his head.

Grabbing Harry's wrist, Draco led him to the staircase. They stopped at the foot of the stairs. Harry pulled back the hood high enough to see but left a shadow that obscured his face. A few students already inhabited the common room.

The entrance burst open, and a group of girls came bustling through. They eagerly whispered amongst themselves.

"Draco!" One of the girls squealed. It was Pansy Parkinson. She made a beeline straight to the blond, "What are you doing up already? I never see you in the common room this early! Who's with you?" She stood on tiptoes, in an attempt to peak over Draco's shoulder and get a look at Harry, "Blaise? No, too short."

Harry narrowed his eyes instinctively to the last comment, despite the fact she couldn't see him.

"Er- Pansy, now is not a good time." Draco gently placed his hands on her shoulders; a line of sweat trickled down the side of his face.

"Honestly, what's wrong, Draco?!" She pouted, pulling away from the blond, "What did I do? I can change!"

"No, i-it's not that." Harry could hear the anxiety in Draco's voice.

The onslaught of Slytherin girls neared them. They were like a pack of ravenous wolves. Their eyes narrowed at Draco, like starving dogs ready to attack.

Suddenly, the boys could hear the sounds of doors opening and footsteps echoing throughout the staircase, closing in behind them. They were surrounded and trapped. Harry swallowed hard. This was it--they were too lucky in the past. There was no way of getting out of this.

A high-pitched scream flooded the common room. Everyone's attention was immediately drawn to the gang of Slytherin girls. The hood of Millicent Bulstrode's robes was on fire. Parkinson and the rest of the girls were immediately to her aid.

Draco took quick hold of their advantageous moment. He snatched Harry's arm, led him around the group of distressed females and ran into the dungeons. The corridors were empty.

"Oh, my! I didn't mean to hit her hood. I hope she's not seriously hurt." came an apprehensive female voice.

The couple looked around curiously. There was no one there besides them. Harry's focus was suddenly caught by many bricks that distorted slightly. Then, Hermione's head appeared out of thin air. Harry realized she was wearing the invisibility cloak.

"Hermione!" Harry gasped. The hood fell off his head as he was startled.

"You?" Draco appeared just as startled, "You set her robes on fire! But, how did you get in the Slytherin common room?"

"I just snuck in when the girls entered." Hermione casually explained.

"But, how did you even know I would be in there?" Harry asked.

More bricks from the walls distorted, then Hermione's hand appeared out of nowhere, clutching a tatty piece of parchment.

"Thank goodness." Harry sighed with relief, recognizing the parchment as the Marauder's Map.

"Exactly why would an old sheet of parchment help you find out he was here?" Draco asked, eying the map suspiciously.

"Er-" Harry uncomfortably scratched the back of his neck.

"Because, Malfoy, it's enchanted. Don't ask what it is. It's mine, and it's none of your business." Hermione replied pointedly. Harry guessed from the position of her hand and the way the wall mildly wavered again that Hermione must have crossed her arms.

"I don't care. I wasn't going to ask." Draco retorted with a childish tone, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes.

"Good because I wouldn't tell you!" Hermione's tone was just as immature. Harry half-expected her to stick her tongue out at him, but she didn't.

Knowing his and Draco's relationship would never progress if he and Hermione constantly bickered, Harry whined, "Please don't fight, you two." He imagined trying to get Ron and Draco to get along was going to be a significantly more difficult battle. But, he thought it best to take it one step at a time.

"Sorry, Harry." Hermione sighed. Her hand and the exposed map disappeared, leaving Harry to assume that she must have let her arms fall loosely to her sides.

Draco kept his arms crossed. His gaze averted to the ceiling, and he shrugged indifferently.

"Please." Harry nagged, tugging on the sleeve of Draco's robes.

Draco scoffed and rolled his eyes, "I guess you're not so bad." He occurred to be struggling to speak. He didn't even bother looking at Hermione, "That was pretty cool, the way you distracted them. You're alright for a-" he hesitated, "Muggle-born."

"Malfoy!" Harry shouted, indignantly. Sure, he said Muggle-born, not Mudblood. But, it still sounded just as bad.

"No, it's okay, Harry!" Hermione ran up to him and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. She smiled warmly toward Draco, "Thank you, Malfoy."

Draco momentarily glanced in her direction with a slight smirk across his face, but he remained silent.

"Harry, we need to get back to the Gryffindor common room." Hermione urged him, trying to drag him along.

"Wait." Harry pulled Draco to face him, "Can we meet tonight?"

"I'm busy tonight, Potter."

"But-"

"Listen. I told you I would stay during the Easter Holidays." Draco explained, "I have a lot of homework. If you let me finish it tonight, then we can spend all day tomorrow and the entire week together."

"Okay." Harry grinned.

"Can you excuse us for a moment, Granger?" Draco looked in her direction, "Please." he hesitantly added.

Harry grinned to himself. Draco was trying to be nice. He wasn't doing the best job, but he was actually trying.

"Oh! Of course." she smiled. She slipped off the invisibility cloak and handed it to Harry, "Meet me in the Entrance Hall." she said before heading down the dungeons.

Draco's silver eyes stayed on Hermione until she was out of sight. He glimpsed at the empty spot on the wall that concealed the door to the Slytherin common room. When he was certain they were alone, he grabbed Harry by the collar of the robes and fiercely locked their lips.

Harry instinctively stood on tiptoes and threw his arms around Draco's neck. This sudden display of affection from the blond's behalf made Harry feel he wouldn't care if even Snape caught them.

Harry was blushing when they pulled apart. He lifted the invisibility cloak to throw it over himself, but suddenly looked surprised, "Your robes!" He dropped the cloak and reached to pull off the Slytherin robes.

"It's okay, Potter." Draco leaned down and picked up the invisibility cloak for him, "You can keep them. I have loads."

"Thanks." Harry smiled, throwing the invisibility cloak over his entire body, except for his head. "Where will we meet tomorrow?"

"You are so like a girl. I don't know how many times I'll say that." Draco smirked, "Don't worry about it. I'll sort it, okay?"

Harry grinned and nodded. Draco shook his head in a bemused sort of way and playfully ruffled the top of the shorter boy's hair before turning to the Slytherin common room. Throwing the invisibility cloak over his head, Harry watched Draco until he was gone.

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"Hermione!" Harry whispered.

Locks of bushy brown hair swirled around as Hermione scanned the empty Entrance Hall, utterly confused.

"I'm here." Harry explained, taking off the hood of the invisibility cloak.

"Oh! Keep that thing on!" She hastily ran over to him and threw the hood back over his head.

She turned toward the great marble staircase and led the way. Unseen, Harry followed by her side.

"Can I ask you something?" Harry whispered.

"Can it wait? If someone sees us, they'll think I'm talking to myself." Hermione said, "I'll look completely mad."

"So. Everyone already thinks you're mental." Harry chuckled.

"Shut up!" Hermione grinned.

But Harry didn't adhere to Hermione's request. Instead, he continued by asking how, exactly, did she find him in the Slytherin common room. He remembered countless occasions where he searched for Draco Malfoy and couldn't pick his name from the rest in the Slytherin dormitories. Also, Hermione had made it in there way too fast to have only spotted his name when he and Draco were on the staircase.

First lecturing Harry about leaving his belongings out in the open, the brunette then explained that when she put his stuff away, she saw that he wasn't in his bed. Since, she was unable to spot Harry's name on the Marauder's Map, she could only assume he was either outside Hogwarts grounds or in the Slytherin dormitories.

Seeing as it would be illogical that the couple would've sneaked onto the grounds-- not to mention, it would take ages to search, Hermione pursued the Slytherin Dungeons on simply guesswork.

"I was lucky to find that group of girls, actually." Hermione continued, "Speaking of which, you two need to keep an eye out for Pansy Parkinson. She was going on about Malfoy sneaking around a lot. Apparently, she's angry that Malfoy hasn't been affectionate with her for a while now. She was trying to get all the girls to find him, and said they're all going to watch him and follow him, if he sneaks out again."

"What?!" Harry suddenly stopped on one of the stairs and snatched Hermione's arm, "Why didn't you say something when Malfoy was around? He needs to know!"

"I'm so sorry, Harry. I forgot!" Hermione's voice was filled with guilt, and her eyebrows empathetically raised.

"How could you forget?" Harry asked with a low growl.

"I was more concerned with causing a diversion and getting you out of there unnoticed!" She snapped.

"I'm going back!" Harry's voice was filled with panic and urgency, "I have to tell him!"

"You can tell him tomorrow, Harry! You need to get back to your dormitory. We've pressed our luck getting you around unnoticed as it is."

"How am I supposed to tell him tomorrow if Parkinson or one of those other girls are following him?"

"You're being impulsive again, Harry." Hermione said as delicately as possible, "Malfoy may be proud and arrogant, but he's not thick. I'm sure he'll get around her tomorrow. You can warn him then. He may already know. He knows her a lot better than we do, after all."

"Yeah." Harry sighed, "Sorry about what he said back there."

"I'm not." Hermione continued to lead them to the Gryffindor common room, "He didn't call me Mudblood."

"Yeah, but-"

"Harry, if anyone has a right to really become offended over it, it's me, and I'm not. So, you shouldn't be. Look. It�s the same reason I don't get upset when Kreacher calls me Mudblood. Malfoy's battling sixteen years worth of beliefs that have been instilled in him since birth. And he's doing it for you.

�You should be happy.� Hermione continued, assisting Harry to jump over the trick step, �He's different around you; I can see it. When I first realized you two had a relationship, I thought it would be such a disaster. But, seeing you today, I realized I was wrong. You actually look very right for each other. It's cute, really."

Harry was glad the invisibility cloak was over him. Hermione couldn't see the big grin across his face or his utterly flushed his cheeks.

"So, you're going to spend all next week together?" Hermione casually asked, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, that's the plan." Harry replied.

"How are you going to explain your absence to Ron?"

"Er-"

"You expect me to keep him distracted, don't you?"

"Yes, er- No, I don't expect you to. . ." Harry sighed, "But, could you?"

"I've covered for you and Malfoy a lot, Harry."

"I know." he whined.

The pair remained silent as they approached the portrait of the Fat Lady. Hermione said the password, and they entered. A few students already littered the common room.

Hermione led them to a secluded area. She pulled out her wand and whispered, "Muffliato."

"Hypocrite!" Harry shouted.

"It's very rude to call people names, Harry. Especially when they're going to be keeping Ron distracted so you can have fun all next week!"

"I- Wait. You will?" Harry's heart leaped.

"Of course." Hermione smiled kindly.

Harry threw his arms around her. Hermione was taken aback, as she couldn't see him. "You're the best!" he exclaimed.

"What would you do without me?" Hermione grinned.

"I'd probably be dead." Harry chuckled, "Oi, I have good news!"

"What's that?" Hermione asked.

"I checked Malfoy's forearm." Harry pulled back the hood of the cloak, "There's no Dark Mark!"

"Oh!" Hermione gasped genially, "That's great!" she threw her arms around Harry's neck.

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Even though he had been significantly sleep deprived, Harry had never felt more energized. Not even a day full of lessons could take down his mood.

During breakfast, lunch and dinner, he dreamily glanced to the Slytherin table. Occasionally, Harry felt really lucky when Draco periodically looked back and grinned at him for a moment. Harry, of course, smiled back every time. But, he was especially delighted to see that the blond rounded on Pansy Parkinson each time she followed him when he parted from the table early. Hermione must have been right about him knowing her well.

The highlight of the day was when Harry headed to his Potions class. He was surprised to see the Entrance Hall completely clogged with students. It quickly escalated into a cluster of chaos.

Harry lost sight of Hermione and Ron almost immediately. He noticed Luna Lovegood a good distance behind him, but he didn�t recognize the other surrounding students. It wasn't long before Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall and Snape arrived. Apparently, Peeves had booby-trapped any path leading to the Entrance Hall, so students could get in but not out.

Harry was squished arm to arm, chest to back. The entire mass was crammed. Then, he suddenly felt gentle fingers interlace with his own. He looked up in surprise. Draco Malfoy glanced back at him with a wink. Harry lovingly squeezed his hand; the gesture was pleasantly returned.

How ironic, there they stood, holding hands practically in front of the entire school, but nobody could see it. Originally annoyed at the crowded inconvenience, Harry then didn't mind if they had to stay like that all day.

Come evening, Hermione made an excellent point that Harry should finish as much homework as possible. That way, he could enjoy the Easter Holidays with Draco worry-free.

Ron didn't appear to have the same point of view. Of course, he wasn't aware in the slightest as to what Harry's intentions were. He spent his night being rowdy with the other Gryffindor boys.

Harry's wrist and fingers were throbbing with pain when he finally got to bed, certain he had never written so much in his life.

After changing into his pajamas, he reached to close the trunk. Draco's spare set of Slytherin robes had been lazily tossed there many hours previously.

Flopping onto his bed, Harry set aside his glasses and clutched the robes close to his body. They released a floral aroma that was definitely not Draco's. They'd obviously been laundered before given to Harry. Although admittedly disappointed, the Gryffindor was just happy to have something of Draco's to cuddle.

The thoughts of how great the next week was going to be buzzed loudly through Harry's mind. He was so excited; it took quite some time to actually fall asleep. Eventually, he drifted off soundly, a small smile still drawn across his sleeping face.

A/N: Thank you for all the comments; I really appreciate them. They make my day! :D I especially liked your comment Ero. That would be messed up! I like your style. xD
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