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Hogwarts Express	By : Closet Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 27084 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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            Harry touched down on the emerald Quidditch grass, laughing.

            “Oh, it wasn’t that funny,” Draco shot back, landing himself about five metres away.
“You actually swallowed the Snitch once, just because one hit me in the ear...”

            Harry just continued to laugh at the image of the Snitch smacking Draco straight in the
side of the head, nearly knocking him off his broom in shock. Hefting his Firebolt, Harry tossed
the broom onto his shoulder, then turned to grin at his friend, who was lifting his own Firebolt.
“You have to admit, Draco, it was funny.”

            “Easy for you to say,” Draco snapped, then shook his head and sighed. “Let’s go put our
brooms back in the shed - then we could go walking if you want. It’s a nice night, and Snape
won’t care if we get back after curfew.”

            Harry tilted his chin back to look up at the dark, star spangled sky, and smiled wistfully.
“It is a beautiful night. We can go sit by the lake.”

            “Good idea,” Draco agreed, and they hurried to put their brooms painstakingly back on
their racks, then headed down to the shore.

            The lake was calm and clear, without a single ripple on its black surface. The stars were
glinting reflections in it, and in the reflected starlight, the grass and tree leaves that surrounded
the body of water looked silvery and otherworldly. Settling on the grass by the Eastern shore,
Draco and Harry sat in silence for a long while, comfortable in the night and in each other’s
company.

            Draco broke the silence, but not with speaking. Instead, he leaned forward, scooped up a
few of the pebbles scattered on the shore, and began tossing them, one by one, into the lake.
Harry watched him for awhile, then yawned, and leaned over, resting his head on Draco’s
shoulder.

            “Don’t tell me your tired,” Draco laughed softly, smirking at his friend.

            “No.” Harry answered, staring out at the water and the ripples Draco’s pebbles were
making. “Just lazy.”

            “So you’re using me as a pillow,” Draco smirked, tossing another stone. “You pouf.”

            Harry rolled his eyes, but didn’t move. “So I’m not a disgustingly macho man. I have no
problem with using you as a pillow and meaning nothing beyond ‘you are a comfortable pillow’.”
He titled his head a little, looking up at the silver eyes of the other. “Do you?”

            Draco smiled, just a little. He didn’t really smile all that much - Harry was one of the very
few people who actually saw that smile. “No, I don’t.”

            They sat in comfortable, companionable silence, until they heard the sound of footsteps
behind them, and both sat up, turning to see who was there.

            “Oh, don’t let me interrupt you,” a disturbingly familiar voice said, and a disturbingly
familiar figure stood there, hands in pockets, blond silvery hair loose and without the usual
molding charms that held it tied back. His pale, pointed face was thrown into sharp relief by the
silvery light off the lake, and the smile that graced those perfectly formed lips was not
unpleasant.

            “The hell-?!” Draco gasped, pushing himself to his feet, automatically grabbing Harry’s
arm to pull him to his feet as well. Both boys had their wands out in a heartbeat, pointed at this
new intruder, and Draco did not let go of Harry’s arm.

            “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, holding up his empty, wandless hands in a disarming
pose. “I would never want to hurt either of you. It would be like self-mutilation and blasphemy.
For either of you.”

            “Who are you, and what do you want?” Harry demanded, emerald eyes narrowing. This
could very well be a trap from Voldemort, trying to get to him because Voldemort wouldn’t
expect Harry to kill his best friend, after all. But this imposter could not be Draco. And Harry
knew that, and he was perfectly willing to be casting an Unforgivable. If worst came to worst, he
knew that Lucius could bribe him out of trouble.

            The newcomer bowed, gracefully from the waist, one hand tucked into his stomach, the
other at his back. Straightening again, he smiled a little, and said, “My name is Draconius Lucian
Malfoy. As for what I want... that is considerably more complicated.”

            At the mention of his name as this individual’s, Draco bristled, glaring at him, wand
moving to be a little more accessible for attack. “Why are you masquerading as me?”

            “I’m not,” ‘Draconius’ said lightly, then adjusted his robes, and sat, gracefully. “Do feel
free to have a seat, this may take awhile.”

            “We’ll stand,” Harry said coldly.

            “Suit yourself.” Draconius shrugged in a casual, practiced way, then began to speak,
thoughtfully. “You two are the most intriguing two I’ve seen in awhile. In a long while, actually.
You don’t hate each other.”

            “Why would we?” Harry frowned, confused, asking despite himself.

            “My question exactly,” Draconius smirked, then sighed, running long, manicured fingers
through the silvery grass. “But nonetheless... in any case, you two are interesting. Interesting
enough that I decided to pay you a proper visit. You see, I deal with each two differently.”

            Draco and Harry both stiffened, their grips on their wands tightening. “Deal with?” Harry
repeated.

            “Mm. Sounds so clinical, doesn’t it?” Draconius sighed. “But it’s what keeps me
occupied, in my search, you see.”

            “Search?” Draco asked warily.

            “I keep looking,” Draconius sighed, standing suddenly, making the other two take a wary
step back, wands at the ready. “I keep looking, but I can’t find. I’m afraid I’m going to have to
cut this visit a bit short after all, I’m terribly sorry. I’m afraid I really didn’t explain myself at all.
Next time we’ll have a proper tea, a good visit, and I will explain myself.” He brushed off his
robes, smoothing the black fabric. As he did so, Harry narrowed his eyes at the fabric. There
were some intricate silver designs woven into it... “And I shall be back, so don’t you worry
yourselves about that.”

            “We’ll be waiting,” Draco said coldly, jaw set.

            “Excellent,” Draconius smirked, then inclined his head gracefully. “Do take care of each
other.”

            And then he was gone.

            Harry blinked. “Did he apparate?!”

            “Impossible,” Draco murmured, spinning so his back was to Harry’s, looking all around.
“Apparation blocks on Hogwarts, we’re still on school property, you can’t Disapparate.” He
swallowed. “Invisibility Cloak?”

            Harry shook his head, looking around wildly. “We would have seen him pull it on. And
he didn’t touch anything, so unless his clothing was a port key...”

            “It’s too dangerous to make clothing items into port keys,” Draco reminded him,
frowning. “I think.... he’s actually gone.”

            Harry turned to look at Draco, emerald eyes meeting silver.

            “We need to talk to Snape.”
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