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Then He Opened His Mouth	By : sherdelune Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 7524 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: Not mine, obviously. I'm only borrowing the lads for a bit, and will return them virtually unscathed, although they will have had a little fun together before going back. Will write for food or drink, preferably a Bloody Mary fiv five). Or perhaps a big, frothy, frozen, fruity drink. With cherries and fluffy umbre. Yu. Yum!
Rating: PG-13 to R currently for language, more heated things to follow
Warning: SLASH, meaning a romantic boy/boy relationship.
Thanks: My beta reader, ataraxis. Any errors left behind are mine alone. Tim, for helping me write the kiss. Special thanks to Jenn for planting the seed, then giving me a gentle push from the other side.
Many thanks to all of the great reviews I�ve been getting. You have no idea how much I appreciate them. I apologise for being slow with this chapter. I have to say that I am a very slow writer, I get easily distracted. But I promise you, this story will continue until it is finished, so don�t give up on me! If you want updates, you can join my yahoogroup that I will use to notify of updates. The address is in my profile. Thanks for reading!

Chapter Twelve
The Blinders Come Off

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Harry sat frozen in front of the mirror. The hand still clutching the apple core tightened, and he could feel the juice running down his palm and fingers. He ignored the sensation and focused on the reflection in the mirror. Reflections were not meant to speak, and they certainly were not meant to have Draco Malfoy's lazy drawl attached to them. His breath quickened in panic and he closed his eyes in an attempt to block out the image of the face that was casually gazing at him from the mirror.
'Trelawney is more of a dramatist than a seer, and I should have known better than to pay attention to anything that comes out of her mouth.' he began mentally berating himself. 'Really, this has to be the single, most stupid thing I've done, thinking I could learn Glenn's identity through a trick of divination.' His shoulders drooped slightly in despair as he sat there in the moonlight, silently cursing his luck. 'But reflections aren't supposed to speak, are they?' His head shook roughly in denial. 'No, I don't suppose they are. It's just your overactive imagination, Harry. Right, I've been thinking so much about Malfoy that I'm just imagining I saw and heard him in the mirror, that's all. Maybe if I concentrate harder Malfoy will vanish and Glenn's face will appear. That's it, I'll just think harder about Glenn.' Harry squeezed his eyes tighter together as he began to concent on on Glenn. He began to think about the letters they had shared over the summer.
...imagine you as a shooting star...You, Harry Potter, are my saviour...I'm going to make it my personal crusade to ensure that your head is always properly swollen, Harry...there really has never been a time when I haven't been thinking about you...I am quite irresistible, you know.
Glenn's words began to flow over him like a balm. A small smile began to tug at the corners of his mouth as all of the feelings he had for Glenn began to fill him, and the tension slowly began to leave his body.
Draco stood rooted to the spot, his palms unexpectedly clammy from nervousness. He was unable to tear his eyes away from Harry as he went through his internal struggle. 'Damn these sweaty palms!' he cursed as he wiped each offending appendage on his robes in an attempt to dry them. 'Malfoy's just do not do sweaty palms. But then again, what exactly has a Malfoy done to get himself into the mess he finds himself in now?' He briefly thought about how he came to be here tonight in the first place. The letters, their first meeting in Madame Malkins, the animosity, their intense rivalry. The refusal of a hand offered in friendship. 'It certainly hadn't been sweaty then,' he smirked to himself. The scenes from their past buzzed through his thoughts until they turned to the week prior.
He'd been watching Harry's face in Divination, when that old fraud Trelawney began talking about using the mirror on Samhain to see the of of your true love. He thought he saw something flash in those green eyes, and it became painfully clear to him what Harry intended to do tonight. Draco decided that it was time to tell Harry the truth, no matter the consequences, although standing here now watching Harry he thought that he'd made a huge mistake by coming here tonight. But he was tired of the subterfuge and tired of hiding his feelings from the one person who deserved to know the truth. No, it was more than past time to end the charade and reveal himself as Glenn.
Harry's eyes were still scrunched closed, and despite a tiny smile that played upon his lips, his face betrayed the emotions that were currently battling within his own mind. Draco fought the urge to flee, and began to take slow, careful steps toward Harry. He wiped his palms against his robes again and knelt down beside him, and hoping for the best, he leant in closer to Harry.
"Open your eyes, Harry."
Draco's voice caressed Harry's ear in a whisper, the warm breath causing him to involuntarily shiver.
Despite the sound of a very real voice that was coming from somewhere just over his shoulder, Harry refused to acknowledge it as anything other than a figment of his imagination. It frightened him, because not only was he hearing Malfoy's voice, but he could have sworn that he felt breath ghosting over his ear as the words were spoken. 'This is insane! It would take a very disturbed mind to conjure up imaginary breath from a person who is nothing but a reflection in a mirror. Oh, I am so doomed. Harry pressed his eyes closed even tighter still, ashamed that despite all of the wonderful feelings he had for Glenn, it was still Malfoy's voice that he was hearing from the reflection, Malfoy's breath he had felt warm against his skin. 'Fuck, I am more than doomed,' Harry thought miserably. Once more he began remembering Glenn's letters, desperate to cling to something that spoke of their connection.
...I am quite irresistible, you know...It was only a matter of time before you noticed my obvious charm...I am quite irresistible, you know...I am quite irresistible, you know...
Harry stopped cold. Glenn's words had begun taking on a voice in his head.
...I am quite irresistible, you know...I am quite irresistible, you know...I. Am. Quite. Irresistible. You. Know.
It was like a huge curtain lifted from over his eyes, and everything became perfectly clear. He didn't know how he hadn't figured it out sooner, really. The signs had all been there, had he really been looking hard enough. But he had been so caught up in the mystery of Glenn deWedlour that he overlooked them all.
...I am quite irresistible, you know.
Harry slowly lifted his head and raised his face to the mirror.
Then he opened his eyes.
A smalb cab caught in his throat, and he felt as though he was going to be sick. Reflected there in the mirror was another person, a real person, not a figment of his imagination. He was kneeling behind him, his silver-grey eyes staring into Harry's green eyes, the look on his pale, angular face unreadable. 'At least now I know I'm not crazy...just incredibly, royally, screwed,' his inner voice warned.
...I am quite irresistible, you know.
Harry's head began to spin and his stomach churned at the thought that he had been played the fool. 'Oh my god...oh god...this isn't good...' Panic began to escalate, and Harry began hyperventilating. Before he could make a bigger fool of himself, he leapt from the floor and raced to the toilet where the remains of his meal promptly came back up. He leant up against a sink and splashed his face with cold water, then performed a mouth freshening charm to cleanse away the bitterness. From the corner of his eye, he could see the pale figure of Draco Malfoy leaning against the door watching him carefully. Harry took a deep breath and prepared himself for what was sure was to be his certain downfall at the hands of the one person who hated him the most.
Harry turned to face Draco. "Here to gloat, Malfoy? Or should I call you Glenn?" Draco flinched at the tone in Harry's voice, and raising his hands in a passive manner he took a few tentative steps toward him.
"Harry, I..."
"Stay where you are!" Harry cut him off abruptly, frustration and anger building inside of him. "Did you think it was funny to write me such things, making me think that you actually gave a damn about me?" Harry dragged his hands through hisr anr and began pacing angrily. "Were your friends therth yth you helping you write the letters? Did you all sit there and laugh at my responses?" His eyes grew a violently dark shade of green as he continued ranting. "You, Harry Potter, are my saviour. And every day of my life, I thank my lucky stars for you." Harry drawled as he threw 'Glenn's' words in his face. "And I believed you! God, how fucking stupid could I have been?" He slid to the floor then, drawing his knees up to his chest. He allowed his head to drop to knees in resignation, but he refused to allow himself to cry. He felt emotionally spent.
Draco had been watching and listening to everything Harry was saying. He couldn't really blame him for feeling the way he did, he supposed if he had been misled in the same way he would be angry too. But right now was not the time or place for angry words. Now was the time to make things right. And this is what he intended to do.
Harry lifted his head when he felt a tentative hand brush against his shoulder. "Harry, I...I'm...look, can we go back to your dorm room and talk? Please?" His voice was strained, and there was anguish clearly visible on his face. He extended a hand to Harry. "Come on, let's get you up off the floor. There was a certain sincerity in this gesture, so Harry reluctanly took Draco's hand and allowed himself to be pulled up from the floor.
As soon as he was upright, he pulled his hand away from Draco's and started off in the direction of his dorm room. Draco stood still, not quite sure what he should be doing, but Harry turned and gave him an inquiring look. "You said you wanted to talk. So follow me and we can talk." Draco just nodded andlowelowed behind Harry, who led them back to his bed. He sat down at the head of the four poster and motioned for Draco to sit at the bottom. After closing the drapes, he cast an Imperturbable Charm on them so that no one would be able to eavesdrop on their conversation.
They sat there in awkward silence for nearly five minutes before Draco finally gathered up enough courage to speak. "Harry." His voice grew soft as he spoke the other boys name, causing Harry's stomach to do strange things totally unrelated to being sick. Draco took a deep breath and began telling Harry the story of a boy named Glenn deWedlour, and how he came into being. But more importantly, he tohe she story about a boy named Draco Malfoy, who lived his entire life pretending to be someone he was not, living in the shadow of a man he could never please, even if he had wanted to.
During the course of his storytelling, Draco had managed to make his way from the bottom of the bed until he was sitting shoulder to shoulder with Harry at the top. They propped pillows up against the wall and leant back against them, talking about the events of the summer. Draco finally revealed that not only had he overheard Harry giving the Tri-Wizard prize money to the Weasley twins to help fund Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, but that he'd also seen him in Quality Quidditch Supplies setting up the Weasel's surprise. It appeared that Draco really had been watching him over the years without Harry even being aware of it. For Harry it was somewhat strange to think of Draco noticing him for reasons other than their usual rivalry, however he certainly wasn't going to complain about it.
Harry had so much to think about in the wake of everything Draco had revealed to him that night, it was almost overwhelming. He'd watched Draco's face as he explained it all; there was absolutely no doubt that what he was telling him was the truth. Harry decided that he really wanted to find out exactly where this might take them. He was slightly nervous, his stomach in knots, but there was no stopping him once he decided on a plan of action. He moved his hand, slowly bringing it to rest on top of Draco's, an unspoken question lingering in the air between them.
Harry held his breath anxiously, hoping that he wasn't wrong about Draco. But he needn't have worried, as he felt Draco turn his palm face up to grasp his hand and lace their fingers together. Harry turned and met Draco's eyes with a smile, the first genuine smile the two had ever shared in their history at Hogwarts.
"So..." Harry brushed hhumbhumb softly over Draco's fingers, relishing the feel of a warm hand held securely within his own. He thought back to the clumsy kiss he had shared with Cho Chang and wondered how he could have thought himself attracted to her, especially since just holding Draco's hand felt so good, and so inherently right to him. It made him want to never let go. It made him want...so much more.
Draco scooted closer, resting his head on Harry's shoulder. "So..." They both dissolved into hysterical laughter. "Harry, we just spent the better part of five months sharing all of our thoughts and feelings. Why is it that when we are face to face we can't seem to find anything to say to each other?" Draco's voice took on a serious tone, and he removed his hand from Harry's.
Harry puzzled at the sudden loss of Draco's hand in his, only to find the warmth settle around his shoulders. He leant his head against Draco's and considered the question he had been asked. "I suppose I'm still trying to figure out what the next step should be," Harry said. He got very quiet then, and to Draco he appeared to be deep in thought. But as the moments of silence lengthened, Draco began to get worried. When he felt Harry's body moving out of his embrace the worry swiftly turned to anxiety.
But just as swiftly as the feelings of dread and anxiousness hit him, they were cut short by the feeling of tender lips pressing against his. The first thing to cross Draco's mind was
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