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Peverell's Children	By : Zakaira Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 27078 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and make no money off of writing this

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Author’s Notes: Lately I’ve been reading Erotes by Bicky Monster and it’s a really good story that I recommend you read, if you are looking for another good creature mpreg Harry/Draco story. Check it out at hp (dot) adult-fanfiction.org (slash) story (dot) php?no=600096883

            I didn’t get any suggestions that I felt worked for the first occlumency session, but for those of you who submitted ideas, rest assured that I am already writing them into the next occlumency session. Thank you for all the help and please keep the ideas coming :)

            Snape was late to defense against the dark arts on Tuesday morning, so Harry and Draco had the perfect opportunity to have another one of their fake fights while waiting in the corridor. Harry started showing off all of the new types of shields he had learned in detention as Draco shot curse after curse at him. Draco shot a fire-based curse; Harry threw up a translucent red and crackling fire-shield. Draco threw a water curse; Harry shot off a translucent blue and roaring water-shield. Harry wanted to laugh when Draco summoned a snake, because he could’ve just told it to go away with parseltongue, but that would’ve been too easy, so he cast a hissing pearly-white anti-venom shield, which rendered the snake’s venom powerless and made the subsequent snakebite Harry incurred tickle.

            Draco tried a good old-fashioned reducto and Harry countered with a sparkling while and silver mirror-shield that sent the reducto into the castle wall. When it hit the stone wall, it caused a mild explosion and a large stone to crack and crumble onto their heads, which just gave Harry the chance to cast a shimmering rainbow bubble-shield around all of the students. The rock debris bounced off the shield and landed harmlessly on the stone floor and of course that was right when Snape walked in.

            “Detention! The both of you for fighting in the halls. Four nights,” Snape announced as he vanished the stone and let the students into the classroom.

            ‘Well at least this solves how Draco’s going to get to our occlumency lessons undetected,’ Harry thought as he went to his regular seat.

            “Harry! This means you’ve earned another week of detentions with Snape! What about Quidditch?” Ron asked upset. Harry felt a little bad keeping his friend out of the loop, but Ron didn’t know occlumency either, so if he got captured, it would put Draco at risk if he knew. At least that was how Harry rationalized lying to his friends.

            “The detentions Snape gives Malfoy are short. It won’t be a big deal,” Harry replied.

            “Stupid show-off Potter and his stupid shields,” Harry heard Draco muttering to his Slytherin friends.

            “Harry, Ron’s right: you shouldn’t have been fighting with Draco. Next time he gets hurt you could be expelled,” Hermione warned.

            “Five points from Gryffindor, for talking during class, Ms. Granger,” Snape announced appearing in front of Hermione and looking down at her. It was not often he got the chance to take points off of Hermione and he relished the opportunity.

            Their conversation ended then and class started. Harry spent the rest of the day looking forward to detention, knowing that Draco would be there and that they could start practicing occlumency. Several times that day, Harry caught himself daydreaming about just what he would like Draco to see in his memories. Of course Harry was supposed to be learning how to keep Draco out, but Draco was also supposed to be learning how to force his way in and Harry would have to let him practice that, so he would have to let him see something. Thus he decided that he would show Draco how he felt.

            Harry wasn’t positive himself exactly how he felt, so he concentrated on figuring it out. He didn’t have any unimportant classes this year, like history of magic, divinations, or astronomy, so Harry tried not to think about it too much during class. He had homework to do during his free time, so he tried not to spend that time daydreaming either. And his friends kept wanting to talk to him during meals, but really that was his only time available to let his mind wander and figure out just what it was he felt for Draco.

            ‘I feel happy when I’m with Draco,’ Harry thought and that was a good start, but there was also the warm bright-white fuzzy feeling that he didn’t know the word for. Was it love or lust or need or want? Maybe it was attraction, passion, or desire. Harry was pretty sure those last three were wrapped up in the ball somewhere, but there seemed to be another overwhelming emotion tying it all together and letting off silver sparks. Whatever it was, it was strong; Harry always felt everything strongly when it came to Draco. He had sort of an instinctive pull towards the other boy, like his subconscious knew, just knew, that Draco was important to him.

            And that was all Harry managed to figure out during his frequently interrupted daydreaming that day before it was time to go to detention and see Draco. ‘I’ll just have to show Draco my white ball and hope that he can make sense out of it,’ Harry thought to himself as he waited for Snape to finish speaking with Draco. Snape was giving Draco a legilimency tutorial while Harry was supposed to be reading, but he couldn’t concentrate on reading when he could hear Snape and Draco talking.

            Occlumency started with clearing the mind, which Harry had been practicing lately. He didn’t have much time to practice it and he had a lot of trouble clearing his mind with all the things he had to think and worry about, but the book Snape had given him had a lot of tricks he was hoping to try. If he could just keep his mind clear and focused on one thing, then he could use that thought as a shield to protect his mind from invasion. Draco would see the one thought and nothing more. Harry was determined that that one thought would be his white ball of feelings, thus he started meditating and concentration on it.

            By the time Draco announced he was ready to try, Harry could see his bright white ball of feelings glowing and sparking at the forefront of his brain. He nodded that he was ready, closed his eyes, and concentrated on the ball. Draco took a great many tries, with Snape frequently stepping in and making suggestions on wand movement and force of will and such, so by the time the allotted hour was up and Draco had still not gotten the hang of it, Harry was about to give up. But Draco wanted one more go at it, so Harry concentrated once more on his white ball, practically willing Draco to see it and he locked eyes with him.

            That was when legilimency finally worked for Draco; a white light shot out of his wand into Harry’s brain and he could see a glowing orb shifting on the surface of Harry’s mind. It took Draco about ten minutes to orient himself to being in someone else’s head, because all of the reference points seemed off, but then he did it and finally realized that what Harry was showing him were his emotions. It took Draco another five minutes to figure out that Harry felt these things for him, during which time he was able to tease out most of the emotions that made up the ball. There was lust, passion, desire, and attraction, but what really surprised Draco was the love- the ball seemed to be made up of it and it sparkled in silver snaps like a thousand mini-explosion lighting up the ball with an inner glow and giving it its fuzzy white color.

            Draco was stunned, but not quite into silence. “You really feel that way about me?”

            “Yes,” Harry replied honestly. “What did you see?”

            Draco lowered his wand and threw himself at Harry, whispering, “You love me,” into Harry’s ear. He wrapped his arms around him, kissing him passionately and he didn’t even care that Professor Snape was still in the room watching them.

            Harry wasted no time in returning the hug and kissing him back. Was it love? It was the first time he had ever felt this way. He loved his friends and Hedwig, but that kind of love didn’t give off sparks like this feeling; maybe it was a new kind of love.

            “Uh-hmm,” Snape cleared his throat. “There are to be no displays of affection in detention.”

            “Um, sorry sir,” Draco said somewhat sheepishly at the reprimand from his head of house.

            “I was not aware that there were romantic feelings between the both of you,” Professor Snape replied slowly, not giving any hint of his own response to this revelation. Was he disgusted with Draco for kissing a halfblood? Was he disappointed? Or might he approve? Draco couldn’t tell and that was making him nervous, but then one never could tell with Professor Snape.

            “They’re new,” Draco answered, looking Harry in the eyes. He was grateful that Harry had not opened his mouth and insulted the professor, as he clearly wanted to do.

            “So it would seem. I hope I do not need to test you for muggle diseases, Mr. Potter.”

            “Excuse me sir?” Harry asked not understanding Snape’s meaning. Was he asking if Harry had the flu or something?

            “Muggles carry sexually transmitted diseases. If you have been sexually active with muggles previously then you could transmit said diseases to Mr. Malfoy. Mr. Malfoy will have a time of it explaining how he got a muggle disease to his father,” Snape clarified.

            “No sir,” Harry replied offended, and turning a bright shade of red at having this sort of conversation with his professor.

            “We’re not…um…doing that, sir,” Draco said, finding it difficult to talk about sex with an adult and wanting to clarify that he and Harry weren’t sexually active yet.

            “I do not wish to know about the private matters of my students. If the two of you should need counseling in these matters you should speak with the headmaster. As you well know Mr. Malfoy, Professor Dumbledore handles all matters concerning the students of your disposition. Mr. Potter, I can arrange an introductory meeting with him, unless he is already aware of your disposition.”

            “No thank you sir, I’ve no desire to confide my personal life to the barmy old git,” Draco replied.

            “I’ve already been introduced to Professor Dumbledore, sir. What matters of my… disposition, as you called it, does he handle?” Harry asked slightly confused.

            “Mr. Malfoy, please do not refer to the headmaster in such a manner in front of me. Counseling matters, Mr. Potter. If you were experiencing some sort of emotional problem or found yourself in need of contraceptives, then you would go speak with him. It is standard that students such as yourself are referred to him when they first come to our attention, so that he can make you aware of the services he provides.”

            “Really? That’s good to know, because Ron could really use that type of thing. He and Lavender broke up, thank Merlin, but he has his eyes on Hermione-”

            “Mr. Potter, I do not wish to hear this drivel, please cease at once,” Snape interrupted. “Madam Pomfrey handles all of the students of Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Granger’s orientation. You may direct them thusly.”

            “Oh,” Harry replied, not knowing what to say to that. He wondered why the gay students were sent to Dumbledore and the straight ones to Madam Pomfrey; was it some sort of unfair segregation, because the gays needed special help, or was there an actual reason behind it? Either way, Harry was already embarrassed enough having this conversation with Snape, so he decided to save his questions for later and ask the headmaster himself. He was more comfortable with Dumbledore.

            “It’s ballocks that they get Madam Pomfrey and we get landed with the headmaster,” Draco said flippantly.

            “Language Mr. Malfoy,” Snape chastised. Harry noted that he didn’t take points off from his own house, when he surely would’ve taken them off from Gryffindor if it were him mouthing off. “Your detention for the night is over; you may continue your legilimency training with Mr. Potter during detention tomorrow night. Please go back to your common room now.” Draco nodded and began packing up his school bag. “Mr. Potter, you can resume your usual detention work.”

            Draco left and Harry went back to work reading, finishing the last chapter of the book, before setting about to organize his notes for the essay he had to write.

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