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Dignosco Perturbatio	By : KianaD Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1771 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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same warnings and disclaimer from chapter one apply. Still slashy, smutty, silly, and not beta'ed. Reviews would be nice, but I'm not forcing you. Enjoy. :D

Harry had finished helping Lupin with the tidying up, before being more or less shunted out of the room by Snape, was who was obviously more than a little keen to be rid of him. This suited Harry fine, however. He had seen Malfoy and Hermione leave, and secretly he was a little concerned about how they were getting on.
Really though, he shouldn't have bothered. Arriving back in his room a short time after, he opened the door, and paused slightly, eyes taking in the sight of a half dressed Malfoy and Hermione running her hands over his arms, inspecting them closely.

Looking for the mark, Harry reminded himself, as he frowned slightly, watching the graceful glide of hands over skin that he so desperately wanted to touch. It was silly, he knew, but he couldn't help but feel a little jealous.
"If you two are busy I can come back later," he replied eventually, forcing his voice to remain as casual as possible.
Draco turned, taking in the slight frown and the tightness in his voice and recalled how Harry had become angry at the thought of Granger and Draco the night before as well. He winced slightly, then scowled as he realised Granger could feel it. "Mark," he replied shortly to Harry.
"Can see that," Harry replied, taking a few steps into the room and closing the door behind him. "Well, can't because it isn't there, but you know what I mean." He was babbling, and this wasn't a good sign, so he decided to busy himself unpacking while they finished their�well, whatever it was they came in here to do.
Draco stared thoughtfully after Harry for a minute before he felt Granger�s fingers along his back. "Enough!" he snarled at her. He grabbed his shirt and stalked away from her to put it back on.
The sharp tone in Malfoy's voice caused Harry to turn, eyes moving from Malfoy to Hermione in obvious confusion. "Everything okay?" he asked hesitantly, feeling more than a little unnerved by the expressions they were both wearing.
"Fine," Draco said, voice calmer. Hermione nodded in reply.
Draco turned back to her, face expressionless. "Will there be anything else or am I free to go now?"
"No, that�s good enough for now," she replied softly.
Harry nodded, but didn't say anything, continuing to watch them however with slight trepidation. He was beginning to think that perhaps this hadn't been such a good idea after all. He wanted them to get on, for reasons he didn't understand himself it was important to him. But that was looking highly unlikely.
"Harry, I�ll owl you in a day or two and field off Ron for a bit. Don�t take too long to contact him though, even if it is only about the job. He�ll be upset you didn�t tell him if he hears it elsewhere," Hermione said, reaching over and giving Harry a hug before turning to gather her things.
She stopped when she reached the door, nodding once. "Malfoy," she said before she left.
Harry nodded, promising to get in contact with Ron, before returning Hermione's embrace and watching as she disappeared through the door.
Once she was gone, he turned back towards Malfoy, taking a few short steps towards him.
"I'm sorry," he said softly, as he shook his head. "I shouldn't have forced you two together like that, it wasn't fair. Especially when�well, you said yourself you're exhausted."
"It�s fine," Draco replied briskly. "It would have come eventually."
Harry shifted uncomfortably on his feet, pulling a face at his inarticulacy and wishing that just for once he could say what it was he wanted to say clearly and with the minimum of fuss.
"You don't have to go, do you?" he asked quietly, unable to bring his gaze to meet Malfoy's. It was easier to be turned down, for anything, when you didn't actually have to look at the person when they did it. "I mean, I don't know what you got up to today, and if you need to go and rest, or want to be by yourself or whatever, that's fine but�"
Draco watched Harry watching the floor, unable to figure out why Harry seemed so� uneasy. "France," he replied after a moment. "I had to go to France. And no, I don�t have to go."

"France?" Harry replied, finally looking up and frowning, the wave of relief he felt at Malfoy apparently not being desperate to leave him forgotten momentarily while he tried to figure out what on earth was so important that he had to go all the way to France with no word of explanation. He had to remind himself however, that it wasn't really any of his business.
"Did you have a nice time?"
Draco let out a sharp laugh at that. "Not particularly, no."
"So why go then?" Harry blurted out before he could stop himself.
Sighing, he sat back down, stretching his legs out in front of him. It wasn't as though Malfoy had a problem telling him to mind his own business, or as was more customary, to just avoid answering the question altogether. It didn't bother Harry last night, so it shouldn't bother him now. Only, he wasn't sober then and that seemed to make a fair bit of difference to how he felt about it.
"Because I told Lucius I would be there, so I need to make at least the appearance of doing so," Draco answered calmly. Inwardly, he was anything but calm, and he wondered what exactly it was about Harry Potter that could make him spill all his secrets without a second thought.
Harry nodded, stomach twisting painfully at the thought of what could have happened. He knew Malfoy was right; knew that no going would be more suspicious and perhaps more dangerous than not, but it didn't mean that Harry wanted him anywhere near Lucius or anywhere he was likely to show up.
"I guess." he replied after a moment, seeing very little point in arguing about it. "Doesn't mean I like it though."
That � admission startled Draco, but his only show of emotion was a raised brow. "Repercussions will be worse if I didn�t."
"Which is the only reason I'm not laying into you for being such a stupid prat and going anywhere near any place that lunatic might show up," Harry replied, a little more curtly than he had meant, but he couldn't help it.
"So I ought to stay away from you then?" Draco asked after a minute. He had no idea where this conversation was going, what Harry�s problem was, and why Draco had not left after Harry called him stupid. And a prat.
Oh. Harry had walked right into that one and hadn't even seen it coming, despite the fact that he had set it up so perfectly. The fact that he didn't mean to was completely irrelevant; the bottom line was the Malfoy had a point. And a very good one at that.
"Alone." Harry replied eventually, mind working quickly to try and backtrack and yet avoid answering the question Malfoy had asked him. A skill, he realised rather quickly, that he lacked any real talent for.
"If you are going somewhere he might show up, you shouldn't go alone. That's all I'm saying."
Draco took a couple of steps closer to Harry, his brow lined in thought. "So I should be seen with you, only I shouldn�t, as long as we�re not alone? But we have to be alone because to be seen with you is a danger as is apparently my being seen with you not alone. Do I have that all correct?"
Harry blinked, managing only a slightly bemused "uhhh" by way of a reply as his mind fought to make sense of what Malfoy had said. "Are you trying to confuse me on purpose, or is it just a natural talent you have?"
"You�re not me and avoiding things is certainly not your talent," Draco answered with a shrug, finally dropping himself into a chair. "But I suppose that yes, it is a talent of mine, among other things. However, I do not plan to stay away from you anymore than I plan to not fulfill my obligations to Dumbledore. At least you are pleasant to look at."
"You've changed your tune," Harry replied with a slight smirk, feeling his stomach flip pleasantly at Malfoy's words and wondering if it was normal to have that sort of reaction after sharing only six kisses with someone. He mentally shrugged this thought off however, as he continued. "I seem to recall you being less than pleased with my appearance this morning."
Already feeling skewed, it took Draco a moment to realise Harry was talking about his physical appearance, not his presence. "Didn�t you know? The �just-been-shagged� look is in this year. Luckily for you, Potter."
Flushing slightly, Harry tried his best to look affronted, but somehow didn't quite manage to pull it off as well as he had hoped.
"Don't see how it's lucky for me," he replied with a shrug. "I tend to have the 'been pulled through a hedge backwards' look, myself."
"Shagging in a bush," Draco mused. "You would be that kinky, wouldn�t you, Potter."
"Well it's only a step up from the Quidditch Pitch," Harry replied offhandedly. "But no, not my scene thanks. Branches. Twigs. Yeah, can see that being less than comfortable."
"You�ve shagged on a Pitch?" Draco asked in amusement.
Harry was fast beginning to think that it would be a better idea for him to keep his mouth closed from now on, because every time he opened it something came out that opened him all to all manner of questions he didn't particularly feel like answering.
"Maybe," he replied trying to sound disinterested.
"Beast," Draco announced. "Who?"
"It wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me to tell you that," Harry replied with a small smile, despite the fact that he had a horrible feeling that Malfoy would either get huffy with not being told, or he would continue to press the subject until Harry did tell him; neither thought particularly appealing to him.
"You�re as good as Slytherin, you know. But keep your secrets if it makes you feel better," Draco said, with a wave of his hand. "If you prefer I could talk about my conquests?"
"And here I was thinking I was being the noble Gryffindor by not telling," Harry grinned. "Besides, I have next to no secrets anyway. You should know that by now. Most of the wizarding world knows the ins and outs of my life."
And it was true. Harry had half been expecting the Prophet to run a full-page spread on his love and sex life (once he actually had one) after what had happened before, but it had never come. Thankfully. And he'd been grateful that at least that part of his life had remained private.
It wasn't that he minded telling Malfoy, because he didn't. It just didn't seem important; or at least it didn't until Malfoy brought the offer to talk about his own, and Harry had to physically bite the inside of his cheek to resist the urge to snap back. Frankly, he didn't want to hear about Malfoy's 'conquests.' Not that he wasn't curious, because he was. He simply couldn't stand the thought of it; of him being with someone else, however ridiculous that was under the circumstances seeing how there wasn't really anything going on with them. So long as Harry didn't have names, he could blissfully pretend that it didn't happen. Names, with faces to go along with them, made that considerably more difficult.
"Thanks for the offer," he replied, a tight smile on his lips. "But if it's all the same to you I think I'll pass."
"Why wouldn't you want to know? I am curious about the people you have ... slept with." At Harry�s disbelieving look, Draco laughed. "Why? Because ... well, because it is part of you, I suppose. It's not like we know each other well, and what better place to start than sex?"
It was an interesting concept. Never had Harry ever begun the process of getting to know anyone by starting with who they had each slept with. But then, he had never been through this with Draco Malfoy either, and the it wasn't as though he had a reputation for doing things the conventional way, so instead Harry shrugged. "Fair enough, regale me with your tales."
"As long as you promise to do the same," Draco answered.
"Fair's fair after all." Harry agreed. "Wouldn't be very nice of me to hold out on you after you sharing your tales so generously."
Draco considered saying something about sarcasm and Harry, but decided against it. "Well, you already know about Birget, Charlie, and Bill. Your turn then," he announced cheerfully.
Rolling his eyes, Harry rested his head against the back of the chair and sighed.
"Quidditch pitch was Oliver Wood." he replied with a resigned sigh, wishing he had the presence of mind to pilfer a bottle of Lupin's whisky when he had all but been forced out of the room.
"Not bad, Potter. He�s halfway better looking than a wet dog and you were able to stop him from talking about Quidditch for more than� however long. However, I am no longer surprised by the fact you had sex on a pitch, given who you had it with."
Despite himself Harry couldn't help but laugh. "Well it isn't like I planned it," he replied shaking his head. "He lured me there under the pretence of showing me some new technique he'd been working on. But yeah, he's not bad looking I guess, and he's good a nice accent. Not that you could really tell then. He ended up screaming himself hoarse."
It was a battle not to jump up and go search down Wood and hex him on the spot, but Draco fought against impulse, and rather bravely too, he thought. He added Wood to his mental list, near the top. "Likes to scream, hmm? Will remember that."
"Hmm yeah," Harry replied thoughtfully. "Sometimes I wonder if he has a relation that was a mandrake. Really, no one fully human should be able to scream like that. It's not natural. Anyway," he continued after a pause. "You're turn I believe; unless this is another one of those instances where I am wrong to assume that you plan on playing fair."
"Pansy," Draco said after a moment of silence.
"Hardly surprising," Harry shrugged, resisting the urge to wrinkle his features in distaste. He'd always assumed that something had happened between them at school. Since third year she had been practically glued to his hip. Nevertheless, it didn't make hearing the confirmation any more pleasant.
"It was to me, I assure you," Draco snorted in amusement. "Which makes it your for revelations again," he added, amusement all but gone.
"What was so surprising about it?" Despite himself, Harry was curious. He thought the entire school must have known that Pansy was after Draco, judging by the way she pawed him and followed him around like a lost puppy. How he could have possibly been oblivious to that was, frankly, astounding.
"Pansy mostly prefers women," Draco answered with a smirk. "And I thought everyone knew that. You know, given that she came out by kissing Sinistra after graduation."
The surprise was evident on Harry's face, and under normal circumstances, he may have been slightly embarrassed at having missed such an apparently obvious fact, but he wasn't.
"Had other things on my mind at the time," he replied with a shrug. "Think I missed that little development."
Draco winced inwardly at the rebuttal but merely said, "My apologies."
"No need for that," Harry smiled warmly, as he met the other man's gaze. "Was just how things were. It isn't like I was oblivious to everything that went on then. Just, certain people caught my attention that's all, not that they'd know it of course. Pansy was never one of them."
At Malfoy's nod, Harry groaned slightly. "Terry Boot." he said with a grimace, both at the person and at the recollection of the two men's history. Not that he thought Malfoy would actually recall the incident on the train at the end of their fifth year, but Harry had no pleasure in bringing up someone who might jog that sort of memory.
Draco blinked at Harry for a moment before wrinkling his nose in distaste. "Ew. If you even dare give me details on that, I shall hex you this time."
"Hey! I thought that about Pansy but at least I had the manners to keep it to myself," Harry grinned. "But yeah, I'd have to agree with you. I think he took advantage of me not being in my right mind at the time, because usually? My taste isn't all that bad."
His eyes narrowed then as something inside his brain clicked into place. "What do you mean hex me this time? Who else are you planning on hexing, and why?"
"Oh� you know. Mental list � Those Who Are An Enemy of the Dragon," Draco said loftily, waving his hand. "It just tends to grow at times. Now, my turn is it?" he added hurriedly. "Kingsley Shacklebolt."
"Kingsley? God Malfoy, were you working your way through the Ministry or something?" Harry replied incredulously, shaking his head. He really didn't want to be having this conversation. He really didn't want to know these things. He liked liking these people, well with the exception of Pansy, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to do so as Malfoy's list of conquests seemed to grow ever longer.
"Oh yes," Draco answered dryly. "Since my name doesn�t garner respect, I thought I would try my arse instead."
Harry snorted. "Now I know that isn't true, and nor is it what I meant either. Not that your arse isn't worthy of respect, of course." He added with a smirk. "But if I offended you, I apologise."
"Of course," Draco answered with a small grin. "That is pretty much all of my dirty laundry, so to speak," he smirked. "And you?"
"Dean Thomas and that's it. So," he asked, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers and sighing, hoping that he could put an end to this whole conversation. "Are we done now?"
"Do you not like talking to me?" Draco asked, genuinely curious. "I can go if you prefer."
"No, it isn't that." Harry replied, shaking his head in earnest. "It just that�well�I'm not comfortable talking about this stuff." He felt the heat rise in his cheeks then, as much from the admission, which was true, as from the fact that now he had a whole lot of mental images playing in his mind that made him want to break things. Or people. Possibly both.
Draco studied him for a moment before chalking up the faint colour in his face and his dislike for talking about it to embarrassment or possibly naïveté. "My apologies," he said for a record second time in an evening. "I tend to like to talk about things, when given the chance. It makes for a rather� orderly feeling about things, you see."
"You know, keep that up and I might start to wonder if you're a Polyjuiced person," Harry smiled in reply, feeling the jealous anger that had been brewing slowly begin to fade. "You don't need to keep apologising for things, especially when there isn't anything to apologise for. I agreed to it after all, so it is hardly your fault."
Stretching his legs out in front of him, Harry laced his fingers behind his head and just sat watching Malfoy for a few moments in silence. Despite the weariness that was only vaguely discernable on his features, his face was more or less expressionless, almost devoid entirely of emotion. Not that Harry believed he wasn't feeling any, he simply didn't allow himself to show it for reasons which had become clear the previous evening - and this saddened Harry.
"Some things can't be filed neatly away in order though, no matter how much you talk about them." Harry replied softly after a few moments. "Not everything is black and white, remember. You'd have to have little files for all the different shades of grey as well, and you'd be there for bloody ever if you did that."
"No, I would merely file them as best as possible. It isn�t as horrid as you make it sound," Draco said with a small frown of concentration. "Besides which, I do know I cannot make all things logical or organised. After all, I am sitting here with you for a second night in a row, wondering how on earth we have managed it more than several minutes without you walking away or me cursing you� painfully, and that if nothing else is surprising."
"Well the fact that you aren't trying to curse me or hurl insults at me would account for my not walking away," Harry grinned. Although there was a time not so long ago when he wouldn't have walked away even if he had, and Harry was reminded that his seeming dismissal of Malfoy had come up before. He hadn't thought much of it then, but now he was beginning to wonder. The snitch that he kept, his apparent unhappiness at Harry seemingly ignoring him or brushing him off and the fact that he sought him out for days to give him the information he had�
"Maybe you just like me after all," Harry replied quietly, his expression losing all traces of amusement as sudden pieces of information dropped into place in his mind.
The effort he went to with Hermione despite disliking her so much, the desire to know more about who Harry had been with, but not actually looking as though he was particularly enjoying the conversation. In fact, some of his comments had been�well�odd. Hexing people and mental lists of those he had a grudge against growing longer as they talked. It was almost as though he was�jealous?
Was it even remotely possible that Malfoy had experienced any of the same feelings that Harry had? Frankly the whole thing was making his head spin and he had to force himself to take a deep breath to replenish his lungs, starved of oxygen due to the breath he hadn't realised he had been holding.
"Really?" Draco asked in faux surprise. "Fuck, that rather causes some issues for me then, doesn�t it. I do wonder if that is what I meant when I told Severus I was interested in you, maybe?"
"You told him that?" Harry said, eyes flying open, wide and disbelieving. Oh, he was certain that Snape couldn't have taken well to that news, but that was of secondary importance to the admission, that although suspected had never actually been spoken. Until now that was. And Harry felt the blush on his cheeks deepen and spread to cover his entire body from head to toe.
"Among other things, yes," Draco acknowledged. "Should I not have?"
"You can tell him whatever you want, I suppose." Harry shrugged, knowing it was a little late to make a show of indifference but being unable to help it anyway. "And�uh�what other things?"
Draco made a show out of sighing and shaking his head at Harry. "Do you always need things spelled out for you, Potter?" he asked with a hint of a grin.
"No. Not always," Harry replied, his brow wrinkling in a disgruntled frown. "Only when it comes to you apparently."
"That makes sense," Draco nodded. "I am smarter than you. However, since I have decided I like you, I will tolerate explaining things to you. For now."
"You're also a big headed prat," Harry teased, brining his eyes to meet Malfoy's. "But I suppose I should be grateful you're putting yourself to the extra trouble."
"See? You�re learning already," Draco smirked. Contrary to what he had said, he wasn�t relishing the idea of speaking plainly to Pott� Harry. Hiding behind words and veiled meanings he could do, but straightforward?
Without even meaning to, his face fell blank again as he turned to face Harry. "I have, as far as I can tell, made my interest in you rather evident. I was asking if I should not have been as presumptuous as to mention it to my Godfather in case I had misunderstood your intentions."
"My intentions?" Harry echoed quietly. Was Draco asking him if he was interested in him? Harry had also thought that he'd made his interest more than plain, but really when he considered the fact that until a few moments ago he hadn't even been sure of what Malfoy's were, he could hardly blame the other man for wondering if perhaps he had mistaken Harry's.
"No," he whispered quietly as he shook his head. "You didn't misunderstand."
"Good, that�s something organised and filed, then," Draco said with a small smile. "Although�" Here, Draco actually squirmed slightly. "That does mean we ought to� talk."
"What about?" Harry asked with a slight note of trepidation in his voice and expression. If the small, uncomfortable shift that Malfoy had made in the chair was anything to go by, Harry wasn't certain he was going to like the topic of conversation.
"Er," Draco replied with an inward cringe. He had never spoken of his relationship with Remus and Severus to anyone before, and he really did not want Harry to respond badly, but he had a feeling it was inevitable. He probably should not have said anything, but Draco wanted Harry. In more ways than one.

Oh, even he didn't know how to say it. This was not looking good, Harry thought as the slight feeling of trepidation began to evolve into full-blown dread.
"Draco?" he prompted gently, feeling an uncomfortable lump rise in his throat and trying desperately hard to swallow it down before it choked him.
"It�s not� bad," Draco answered after a moment. "I haven�t killed anyone or anything of the sort."
"Well that's reassuring," Harry replied with a slightly choked laugh, not feeling the slightest bit relieved. "So if it isn't bad, what's the problem?"
"There�s not a problem," Draco answered automatically. "I � am just finding it hard to talk about something that I have never spoken of before. I am wondering if I ought to douse myself in alcohol first." He winced as he listened to himself blabber and with a snort, sat upright in his chair and faced Harry again.
"Apparently your influence, no matter how short-lived it has been thus far, has been horrible on me. Not only am I talking nineteen to the dozen but am having horrible pangs of honesty. You, Harry Potter, are a disgusting person."
Harry felt his anxiety abate slightly, a slow smile spreading over his lips as he slid off his chair, he walked the few short steps to where Malfoy was sitting on his knees before resting back on his heels and looking up at the other man. "Take your time," he said patiently.
"Only you would take an insult like that and smile at it," Draco said with a shake of his head. "Scoot over, will you?" he added as he slipped to the floor next to Harry. A wave of his wand and a fire sprang to live in the hearth. He tilted his head back against the chair and stretched his legs out in front of him.
"There is a very good chance you will not only be angry and revolted after I say what am I about to say, but given I like being alive, I figure there is a better chance of that if I tell you now than if I were to tell you, or you were to find out on your own, after we had been� involved.
"You know Remus and Severus are together." At Harry�s slow nod, Draco took a deep breath. "I am also somewhat with them as well. Involved. Emotionally and� sexually."
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