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If Only To Feel...	By : Jadestonedreams Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10416 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: If Only To Feel

Author: Jadestonedreams

Rating: Strong-R-For the overall story

Disclaimer: If they aren't in the book or the Movie they're mine.. if not they're J.K. Rowlings�"sighs" Lucky duck!!!

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Summary: Changes are taking place that will send Draco and Harry�s life on a whirlwind path destined together. Harry is a Veela searching for his mate. Will the secrets that Draco hides, keep Harry from claiming his true love?

A/N: I don't follow the book in my stories, so if some characters are ooc all I can say is Oh well.

AN This chapter is unbeted�

I know It's been a long time since I've updated, but I just wanted you to know I haven't abandoned this fic, but RL, does take place. I hope you all can understand. I wrote this chapter months ago, but since I haven't heard back from my beta I've decided to go ahead and add it up. When I get it beta'd I'll reload the new version.

Warning: Slash. Mpreg and sex�You no like.. Go away!!

Obliviation: Friend or Foe

Chapter 12

Slamming the door shut to his room and tossing his books onto the nearby table. Draco stood, gasping for a minute before falling back heavily against the carved wooden door his figure sliding to the floor as his knees seemed to buckle under him.
Closing his eyes as pale fingers ran along the smooth pink flesh of his lips as his mind wandered back to the scene earlier that day. Harry had tasted wonderful upon his lips and Merlin, were there even words to describe how the kiss had felt. It had felt so right, so natural to have his lips pressed against the golden boy's soft lips. The taste though, nothing could adequately describe the taste that still lingered in Draco's mouth. Letting his tongue slip out and ghost over the smooth pink flesh of his lips Draco sighed at the taste of Harry on his lips.
The best way he could describe the feeling of kissing Harry, was, deliciously intoxicating leaving him heady and wanting for more. The closest thing he had to compare it to was when he was younger and his mother would allow him one piece of her special Christmas chocolate. It always arrived every Christmas Eve at midnight. Draco never knew where it came from. He'd asked once, but Narcissa had only smiled a little sadly at him before gently placing one of the finely wrapped pieces into the palm of his hand.
Narcissa never shared her Christmas chocolates with anyone except him. Not even Lucius was allowed to partake in this tradition between mother and son. Biting into the deep dark confection had been indescribable. The bittersweet taste of the chocolate, followed by the surprising richness of the rich strong liquor filled insides. He always felt slightly dazed and euphoric after eating just one. Of course that may have been due to the highly potent liquid center in the chocolate. Draco knew however that it wasn't just that though. It was that warm feeling in his heart that connected him to his mother. It was knowing that this was something special they shared between to two of them and no matter what nothing could take that away.
No other kiss had made him feel this way.
Pushing himself off the floor and trudging over to the bed, Draco fell face forward onto the soft silken comforter and groaned. What the hell had he been thinking kissing Harry like that. He wondered, burying his face into the soft pillow under him. Rolling over Draco stared up at the ceiling and sighed. 'I really messed up this time' he thought. He couldn't keep the images from earlier from filling his mind. Harry had tasted so good and refreshing that Draco felt like he couldn't have gotten enough of the golden boy.
It was becoming harder and harder everyday to deal with Harry. Before the little contact he'd had with the Gryffindor seemed like slow torture. Now though that torture seemed to have increased to an almost aching need. Having Harry so close to him and not being able to tell him what he was feeling in his heart. Not being able to freely touch the dark haired teen was almost painful.
The sound of soft knocking at the door interrupted his thoughts as he continued staring upwards.
Turning over away from the door and closing his eyes, Draco frowned at the persistent knocking increased. The last thing Draco wanted to do right now was so see anyone.

'Go away.' he hissed quietly to himself as he curled up further into the bed.
It seemed like an eternity before the knocking finally ceased and he was able to relax in peace and quiet again. Unfortunately for Draco when he closed his eyes a moment later. The feel of Harry's lips against his own ones seemed to come back with a vengeance causing him to groan as his pants tightened around him uncomfortably.
"Fuck, Harry, why can't I get you out my head?" he groaned closing his eyes briefly.
Swinging his feet off the side of the bed and standing up. Undoing the clasps to his robes and letting it slide to the floor and removing rest of his attire as he strolled across the floor towards the attached bathroom to his room.
He was completely nude by the time he stepped onto the floor of the spacious room. The rather large bathroom was much like what you would have expected of a Malfoy. White marbled countertops with a golden faucet, which poured warm water into a shell, shaped sink. A large bedeviled gold framed mirror hung above the counter. On the opposite wall above the overly large bathtub, hung a large painting of a simple pure white rose. Its petals seemed to flutter as an unseen breeze flowed through them.
Directly below the painting stood a single statue of a young woman. Her hair flowing smoothly from her head as it twined around her naked form crossing over her breast and around her waist, down her thighs to pool at her feet, as she holds a large watering vase over the tub which emptied into the bath when needed.
Draco couldn't help but smile when the marble figurine gave him a quick wink has he glanced over at her.
Looking around at the rather large cream colored tub. Draco shook his head. He wished he had time for a long bath but he didn't. Brushing a strand of hair out of his eyes Draco turned to look at his reflection in the full-length mirror hanging on the wall .
"like anything you see?" smirked his reflection back at him.
Rolling his eyes slightly, Draco smiled "Don't I always."
Looking at his reflection curiously. Draco studied his reflection before him. His normally pale skin now held a healthy, slightly rosy hue to it. His cheeks seemed flushed more so. Reaching back to let his fingers run through the silken strands of hair letting them fall across his shoulders and down his back. Years of Quidditch games and practicing Tai chi and Yoga with pansy and Blaise had left him with a well-defined sculpted body that nearly half the student body would love to get their hands on.
Letting his gaze wonder of his reflected form. Draco couldn't help but smirk as his eyes shifted towards the proudly standing shaft, which was reflected before him.
"I'm guessing you're here to take care of that little problem." Chimed his image in the mirror.
"I'd hardly call it small." Snorted Draco turning to pick up a few toiletries off the counter, before heading to the shower.
Draco didn't have to look at the enchanted mirror again to know that his reflection held a huge grin across his face.
Stepping into the shower Draco felt his body relaxing under the warm flow of water as it cascaded down his flushed skin. Groaning as he leaned forward against the wall, one arm raised to support him as he let the heated water soak through his silver strands.
Closing his eyes as he felt his fingers slide around the base of his shaft. Running his fingers along his hardened length Draco groaned as images of Harry tugged at his mind. It was a familiar scene that had played out many times before.
Bronze skin, smooth and hard under his fingers as they glided along exposed flesh that was slightly flushed from the heated water rolling off it. No words were uttered as smooth lips traveled along a pale neck leaving small bites in its wake. Sliding his fingers through glistening tendrils of dark hair, Draco groaned as Harry stopped to nibble on a sensitive nub.
"Haarrryyy" he groaned closing his eyes as his body rejoiced in the dark haired boy's touch.
Biting gently on the pink flesh Harry only smiled at the sounds Draco was emitting. Lavishing the hardened pebble further with his tongue, Harry smiled against Draco's skin in response to whimper Draco admitted.
"What do you want, my dragon?" he whispered hoarsely as he flicked a tongue across the rosy peak. "Tell me."
"Please�need you." Groaned Draco breathlessly as he pressed himself further against the heat of Harry's body. His already hardened shaft pressed firmly in between them both.
Lowering himself to his knees as he kissed his way down Draco's chest and past the smooth skin of Draco's stomach to nuzzle at the soft span of skin just above the blonde's waist. Harry simply smiled as he firmly held Draco's hips in place preventing the withering blonde from moving as he leaned back to let his gave linger over Draco's proud member before lifting his eyes to look at the Slytherins flushed face.
"Look at me." Harry commanded leaning forward a bit to run his tongue slowly along the underside of Draco's throbbing member.
Opening his mouth to respond the words on Draco's tongue turned into an audible gasp as a warm wet mouth closed around his member.
"I love you" smiled Harry
Looking downward Draco's breath hitched in his throat as silver eyes locked with dark green.
"Mine" growled Harry possessively, engulfing Draco's member in one swift motion.
Gasping at the sudden sensation of heat from Harry's mouth surrounding him. Draco barely had time to grab hold of Harry's shoulder to steady himself before his own body seem to explode from the inside and all coherent thought escaped him as he came in waves down Harry's throat.
"Haaaarrryy!!" shouted Draco loudly as his eyes flung open in the shower, his breathe heavy as he came in his own hands spraying his seed over his hands and across the shower wall. His only thoughts at the moment as he leaned back to let water wash away of remnants of his actions, were how much he wished Harry were really with him right now.
Stepping out of the shower as he dried himself off Draco was greeted by a familiar drawl once again.
"Had fun, I know I did."
"Do shut up." Sneered Draco throwing his towel at his laughing image of himself in the mirror. Before walking back into his room to change.
"Stupid talking mirrors" muttered Draco making his way over to his closet and opening the door.
"Uhhmm, Malfoy?" squeaked a voice from behind him.
Spinning around Draco found himself staring across the room at a very red faced Neville Longbottom sitting on the edge of his bed flipping through the latest Wizards Weekly.
"What the hell, Longbottom, how did you get in here?" shouted Draco.
Blinking a few times, Neville let his gaze fall over the damp form of Draco for a moment before turning his head a slight smile playing on his lips.
"Fuck" whispered Draco looking down at himself and dashing back into the bathroom for his robe.
"I knocked earlier." Stammered Neville. "But you didn't answer."
"And that gives you the right to simply come into someone's room." Asked Draco glaring at Neville as came back into the room, the robe securely around his body. "How did you get in here anyway?"
As he turned around Neville couldn�t help the slight flash of disappointment that flashed over his face at the now modestly covered Blonde.
'Oh well' smiled Neville inwardly. " Your door wasn't locked. I was going to leave you a note. But then I heard you in the shower and well you know�."
The soft pink cheeks that glowed on Neville's face were nothing compared to the paleness that overcame the blonde at the realization that Neville had heard him earlier. Merlin how could he have been so stupid as to forget to set the wards on his chamber doors.
"What do you mean you heard me?" Hissed Draco.
He didn't want to even think of the implications if one of his other housemates entered his room and heard him.
"Well you didn't put up a silencing charm." stated Neville scooting up further into the bed and smiling. "I don't suppose you would though would you. Being in this room all alone."
"You know I think I liked it better when you were afraid of me." Muttered Draco crossing his arms over his chest.
"Really, I didn't." replied Neville.
"What did you hear?" hissed Draco taking a step towards Neville.
Kicking off his shoes, Neville smiled at the scowling blonde.
"Just you screaming out Harry's name rather passionately I might add" teased Neville.
"Longbottom that's utterly ridiculous!" sputtered Draco turning a rather warm shade of pink.
"Ooooh Harry� Merlin, Harry� yes, right there my little sex kitten, give it to me good!" Gasped Neville, closing his eyes in mock orgasmic bliss as he fell back onto the bed.
Opening his eyes Neville nearly fell off the bed laughing at Draco's expression of horror.
"I said no such thing!" exclaimed Draco
Narrowing his eyes Draco scowled at the still laughing Gryffindor.
"This isn't funny, Longbottom." Growled Draco.
Putting a hand to his chest to help catch his breath, Neville slid off the edge and came to stand in front of Draco. Placing both hands on each of Draco's shoulders Neville couldn't help but smile. If anyone had ever told him that he'd be here in Draco Malfoy's room. Touching any part of the Slytherin and not afraid of being cursed into the next Millennia he would have suggested they needed a good visit to St. Mungos.
"I won't tell a soul." Smiled Neville. "So how long have you had feelings for Harry?"
"I don't." replied Draco turning away and heading back towards his closet.
"Yeah right. That's why you were just screaming out his name." Snickered Neville.
Picking out a simple pair of Jeans and blue button down shirt Draco turned to look over at Neville. "Why are you here in the first place?"
The smile that had been playing on Neville's lips vanished completely.
Running his fingers through his hair Neville moved across the room to sit at the nearby desk. "I thought we needed to talk." He replied sitting down.
Frowning Draco headed back towards the bathroom.
"What could we possibly have to talk about?"
"Come on Draco�You know." Stated Neville crossing his arms across his chest and leaning back in his chair.
"Look Neville if you�re here about what happened, I really don't want to talk about it." Stated Draco as he disappeared into the other room.
"Well I do." Replied Neville. "Look I just wanted to apologize for what I did. I mean I had no right to kiss you. I really don't know what came over me."
Coming back into the room a moment later fully dressed Draco leaned against the doorframe arms crossed and peered across at Neville. "You don't know what came over you? How is that any excuse?"
Smiling Neville simply shrugged.
" I didn't say I was going to give you an excuse. I just wanted to apologize, you've helped me out a lot lately and I didn't want you to think badly of me. I don't even know why I did it. It's just that when I was standing there holding you it was like everything was perfect and right and you smelled so good�" murmured Neville his voice trailing off as his eyes started to glaze a bit. Neville shook his head slightly to clear the fog that had started to overcome him before he smiled at Draco. "Besides, now I can say I made out with a Blonde Angel"
Snorting Draco rolled his eyes.
The sudden tapping on his door stopped any reply Draco had.
Getting up Draco opened the door to a flutter of wings as a large black bird circled the room.
Recognizing his father's owl Draco frowned. It was unusual for his father to write him so soon after sending a letter.
'What does father want now?' he thought as he pulled out a few treats and fed them to the bird before untying the letter.
Picking up the letter Draco paled slightly at the handwriting across the front. The letter wasn't from his father.
"Draco are you okay?"
Draco though didn't seem to hear what Neville was saying as he stared down at the piece of parchment in his hand.
"Why would he send me a letter?"
"Draco!" shouted Neville louder starting the other boy.
Quickly stuffing the letter into his pocket, Draco turned to smile at the other boy. "Sorry I got a bit distracted there. Look Neville do you mind if we talked later. I'm beat right now and I think I need to get some rest. Why don't I meet you come by later and we'll study some more."
"Alright, if you're sure" replied Neville sounding slightly disappointed.
"Look Longbottom you're not the first person to kiss me without permission. You just threw me a bit that's all. Parkinson did it for years before she�.well let's just say she had a slight death wish before she came to her senses."
"You mean before Blaise." Smiled Neville
"How did you�.oh never mind." Smiled Draco shaking his head.
"I'll see you later." Replied Neville turning to leave.
"Of course"
Watching the door as it slid shut behind the smiling Gryffindor, Draco shakily removed the letter from his back pocket. 'It can't be from him.' He shuddered as memories flooded his mind sending an unwanted wave of coldness over him.
Shaking his head, Draco continued to stare at the offending piece of paper for a moment before opening it. Scanning the letter the young Slytherin paled even further at the words written there.
Draco's insides turned slightly numb as the letter fluttered to the floor. Closing his eyes and taking a few deep breathes Draco felt as the air around him started to swirl and crackle. Images filling his mind of events which should never have happened.

The room was dark and somewhat creepy in it's décor as Draco looked around. The room was unrecognizable to the Slytherin as he looked around. The walls were covered in a dark forest green shade that matched the few curtains inside. The few pieces of furniture were definitely ornate in nature. A mahogany four poster bed took up a portion of the room, It's large carved wooden headboard that seemed to be made of intertwining snakes which seemed to hiss at Draco as he stood there. The feel of the room left Draco cold.
"Do you like it?" hissed a voice behind him.
Stiffening, Draco merely stood there. "It is very nice, my Lord."
"It is horrid, my dear boy." Laughed the raspy voice.
Draco shivered inwardly as the figure came around him to look down at him with lust filled eyes.
"Your father has told you of our intended bonding." Stated the dark lord running his fingers down Draco smooth blonde hair. "Tell me, are you pleased?"
Only years of Malfoy training had stopped Draco from even uttering how disgusting he found the thought. The mere thought of being bonded to this thing made his stomach turn.
"I'm still in somewhat of a shock, my lord. I never�I never even dreamed that you would choose me as your mate. I had assumed someone like Aunt Bella would be more to your taste."
Sliding a bony finger under the boy's chin to lift it. The dark lord bent slightly to brush his lips across the blondes.
"While I find your Aunt a satisfactory Death Eater. She doesn't hold certain aspects that I crave." Stated the dark lord running fingers along the sides of Draco's form, letting his fingers slide across his front to settle on the young man's crotch and giving the bulge there a slight squeeze. "You on the other hand, my dear boy, have all the qualities I desire."
"Thank you. My Lord" he stammered through the bile taste in his throat as the dark lord continued to caress him. Inside he was screaming in disgust. How could his father have promised him to such a monster?
"Soon Draco, when the time is right. You will belong to me forever." Hissed the Dark Lord leaning closer to him. "I wish it could be sooner. But your father has agreed that perhaps we should wait until you are of age."
Draco kept silent as he continued to stand there. His demeanor shifted somewhat at the words hissed from the Dark Lord a moment later.
"Since it is Christmas however� I don't see any reason why I shouldn't have a peak at what I will have the pleasure of someday.
Before he even had a chance to respond Draco felt his body being unceremoniously pushed towards the bed. Gasping as he was pushed down and a pair of thin lips covered his own. The tongue that entered his mouth to caress the cavern within made his stomach boil.
'No�this can't be happening.' He thought.
"My Lord, I don't think�"gasped Draco tearing his mouth away to catch his breath.
"There's no need to be frightened, Draco." Rasped Voldemort nibbling at the junction between Draco's neck and shoulder.
Closing his eyes in frustration. Draco shivered in disgust at the feel of Voldemort's cold slimy tongue sliding along his skin.
Sitting up to run his hands along Draco's chest and stomach down to his hips and thighs. Reaching for the drawstring of Draco's pants, Voldemort merely smiled. "You will enjoy receiving this just as much as I am going to enjoy giving it."
Panicking suddenly, Draco tried to push the figure of the dark lord off of him.
"Immobilus" growled the Dark Lord waving his wand at Draco.
Looking down at the now still figure beneath him. Voldemort smiled once again. "Soon Draco you will learn to love my touch, you will crave it even."
Roughly pulling down Draco's pants and undergarments, Voldemort looked down at Draco in satisfaction. The boy was more that he could have ever hoped for. "Your just as beautiful as your father." Rasped Voldemort. "Even more so."
Draco's pale cheeks reddened in humiliation at being exposed so much as his eyes widened at the mention of his father. "My Father?"
"A pale substitute." Hissed Voldemort as he pulled a small vile from his robes and held it up before opening it. The contents a clear Bluish liquid that swirled before them.
"This" said Voldemort waving the bluish liquid in front of Draco as he reached out to wrap his scaly fingers around Draco's flaccid member and began stroking. "Is to help you in special occurrences."
"Don't." pleaded Draco
"Relax, you'll enjoy this. I'll save the more pleasurable act for or wedding night, for now though I think a little sample will do." stated Voldemort tilting the vile to let a few drops fall along Draco's member.
Draco hissed as the ice-cold liquid came in contact with his skin. The cold was soon replaced with a burning heat the penetrated his skin and seeped into his bones as the liquid was absorbed into his skin. His whole body suddenly seemed to be on fire. Gasping at the sudden intensity Draco felt horror flow through his body as his once flaccid member hardened painfully to the unwanted ministrations of the Dark Lord's hands.
"Now let's see, young Draco if you taste as exquisite as your father." Hissed Voldemort lowering his head in anticipation.
Inwardly Draco screamed at the burning heat that surrounded him as the Dark Lord's mouth covered his member. The wrongness of the situations coursed through him, sending nauseous waves through his body.
'Harry help me' whispered Draco silently.
"Mine forever, young one...always" Hissed Voldemort as Draco's world went black
End Flash.

The sound of shattering glass around him brought him out of the horrid memory he desperately wanted to forget.
Wrapping his arms around his waist Draco shook his head from side to side biting his lower lip. "I don't belong to you" he muttered through the winds swirling around him. "Never to you."
Opening his eyes to the swirling images of lights before him Draco suddenly felt cold. As before objects flew around the room a few crashing and shattering against the dark Hogwarts walls.
"Draco?" shouted a voice through the chaos.
Spinning around Draco stared into the frightened and concerned face of Neville. The brown haired Gryffindor seemed to glow from the inside. His hair wind blown around him and his face slightly pale as a nice pale blue light surrounded him. If Draco had not have been so upset he would have said it was a very calming shade. Now though it did little to comfort him. The sounds in the room seemed to stop suddenly as the winds died down and everything crashed to the ground.
The sudden silence that filled the room was frightening.
"Neville I�"
"I came back because I forgot my books." Stammered Neville.
Looking around at the now upturned room Neville turned confused eyes towards the still trembling Slytherin. Letting his gaze fall from the pale blonde before him Neville looked down at the now crumpled letter on the floor before returning to the blonde's.
"Draco your eyes' gasped Neville taking a step back. "They're glowing!"
Shutting his eyes tightly and turning away Draco clutched his hands at his side. 'Just great' he thought. He didn't notice as Neville reached down to pick up the parchment from off the floor.
The sudden gasp from behind him caused Draco to spin around and grown even paler at the sight before him.
Neville's eyes lifted from the parchment to look over at Draco in horror.
"Malfoy is this from who I think?" gasped Neville clutching the letter in his hands angrily.
Draco stood there staring at the other boy his eyes flickering between him and the parchment. Why did that bastard have to write him! The contents of that sick twisted so-called love letter sent a taste of bitter bile down his throat.
"Neville, It's not what you think"
Looking down at the paper once again. Neville's voice broke as he read out loud the contents

My beloved.
It saddens me that we cannot be together at this time. It seems that I have waited so long for our love to be known that I have become impatient. I grow needy of you in ways that are best left unmentioned. My nights are filled with images of your beautiful face screaming in pleasure under me as I make you mine. Our bonding will be perfect.

Draco shivered at disgusting image this brought to mind. Wrapping his arms tightly around him listening to the voice of Neville as he continued to read.

Our current guest reminds me of you in so many ways. Unfortunately though he doesn't

Live up to your standards, but his voice rings beautifully throughout the rooms as I write this to you. The screams of pleasure that he brings from my associates bring me great joy. Can you hear them my beloved? My pleasure will only truly come when I am able to taste you as my mate.
The look on his face as they sheath themselves in his beauty in breathtaking.
His beauty though compares nothing to yours.
I find our time apart restless and heart wrenching. Do not fight what is destined my beloved.
You are mine.
L.V.

Lifting his gaze from the letter in his hand Neville stared across at Draco
"Why do I have the feeling this letter isn't saying what it says?" asked Neville quietly, his voice tinted with underlined disgust.
"You shouldn't have read that Neville." Choked Draco shaking his head.
"I wish I hadn't" whispered Neville his eyes never leaving Draco's. "But I did. What does this letter mean. Are you�"
"About to be bonded to a mad man?" interrupted Draco in a bitter voice. "Yes Neville that letter is saying exactly what you think."
Shaking his head, Neville frowned. "We need to go see Dumbledore, I know you don't �"
"There's nothing he can do." Replied Draco turning away. "The arrangement are already being made. I'll be bonded on my next birthday."
"What about Harry?" Demanded Neville taking a step closer.
"What about him?" snarled Draco swirling around to look at Neville. "There's nothing that Potter can do to help me."
"But you love him."
Stumbling backward Draco shook his head in denial.
"I never said�."
" I know you do." Interrupted Neville firmly. " I also know he would do everything in his power to help you�if you let him."
"There's nothing that can be done Longbottom. Therefore I will do what I have to." Whispered Draco looking away from the unfazing gaze of the Gryffindor.
"The hell you will!" snarled Neville crushing the paper in his hand and turning to the door.
"Where are you going!" shouted Draco spinning around.
"Where do you think" gasped Neville reaching for the handle of the door.
"No you can't!" shouted Draco grabbing his wand off the nightstand.
The young Gryffindor didn't have time to react as he suddenly found himself slammed against the door. Draco's wand pointed at his face.
"I'm sorry Neville, but I can't let you tell anyone about that letter."
"Malfoy �Draco, I think�."
Shaking his head Draco stepped back.
"You can't help me Neville. I know what I need to do." Whispered Draco lowering his wand slightly.
"What are you going to do?" asked Neville as cold feeling of dread washed over him.
Looking at his friend Draco smiled slightly. "I'm going to see my grandmother."
"What?" asked Neville furrowing his eyebrows together in confusion. "I thought your grandmother was�" Eyes suddenly widening at the realization of Draco's words. Neville shook his head frantically.
"I'm sorry Longbottom." Shaking his head as his eyes flashed a deep blue.
"Draco don't! We can help you." Pleaded Neville reaching out to the other boy.
"No you can't" smiled Draco sadly raising his wand once more. "No one can."

OBLIVIATE!

*******

"Hey Harry." smiled Seamus flopping down unceremoniously into the warm sofa in the Gryffindor common room.
"Hey Seamus, where have you been?" asked Harry raising his eyebrow slightly.
"Out" shrugged Seamus. "heard about what happened in Transfigurations."
"Yeah, it was weird." muttered Harry looking away at his book. "No one knows what happened"
"Oh" commented Seamus leaning back in the couch. "Have you seen Dean around, I wanted to talk to him about something?"
Shaking his head. Harry turned back to him.
"He left earlier, said he was heading over to the library."
Chewing on his lower lip. Seamus looked over at Harry as if trying to decide on a coarse of action. "uhmm� Harry, I wanted to ask you something."
"Sure, what?" asked Harry.
Rubbing his hand together, Seamus hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I just wanted to ask you about Malfoy� I was wondering if the two of you were�?"
Closing the book in his lap Harry looked bemused. "If we were what?"
"Well Dating or whatever. Cause you know it's cool with me if you are. It's just that�
"Seamus, Draco and I are not dating." Laughed Harry shaking his head. "Besides, I've told you I'm a Veela. After my birthday in a few days, it pretty much won't matter whether or not I we were dating. I'll know whom I supposed to be with."
"Oh yeah, I forgot." Replied Seamus sheepishly.
"Why'd you ask in the first place?" asked Harry closing the book and setting it aside.
Scooting up further into the couch Seamus shrugged.
"It's just that the two of you have been hanging out together so much lately. And well you seemed to get really ticked off when we saw him and Nev. kissing. I just thought that maybe you guys were�well, I was kind of hoping the two of you weren't actually."
"You were hoping we weren't?" asked Harry his voice slightly strained at the image of Draco and Neville that crossed his mind.
Nodding happily Seamus looked around the room. "The truth is, I was thinking of asking Malfoy if he wanted to go out sometime. I've always been somewhat attracted to him. I just figured I never had a shot is all."
"And now?" asked Harry looking away from the other boy to stare at the fireplace across from them both not really wanting to hear the answer. The sudden anger from earlier once again seeping into him at Seamus's words as the image of Draco and Neville kissing appeared in his mind.
"I don't know." Shrugged Seamus. "I guess I figured if he's willing to hang out with a few of us Gryffindors. He might be willing to go with me on out next trip to Hogsmeade for a little fun.
If Seamus noticed to cold tone of his friend's voice as he answered he didn't comment on it.
"I don't think that would be a good idea, Seamus, you really aren't Draco's type." Stated Harry briskly. "Besides I thought you and Dean were in some sort of relationship. Although that Ravenclaw I saw you with earlier was nice."
"Oh sure she's always fun." Chuckled Seamus tilting his head downward a bit "As for me and Dean, we went out a couple of times, but I always got the feeling that he wasn't really into the two of us, you know. We both decided we'd be better off as friends. Besides, I get the feeling that he's crazy about someone else and has been for awhile now."
"Really, You two are always together most of the time so I guess I just assumed�" replied Harry a little curious as to whom Dean was harboring feelings for.
"Like you and Ron are practically inseparable." Smirked Seamus.
"Okay, I get what you mean, But Ron and I never dated." Snorted Harry a little of his angers ebbing away. "Besides I don't think he has eyes for anyone besides Hermione."
"What if it turns out that he's the one for you?"
Seamsus laughed as Harry gave a visible shudder interrupting the brief moment of silence that followed.
"Let's not even go there, right now. I can't even think of Ron that way." Stated Harry shaking his head as if trying to get an unwanted image.
"It's like you said Harry." Replied Seamsus smiling as he stood up. "Draco might be the one for you or it could even be Ron. You won't know though until after your birthday. Until then though, I think I'll take a chance and see what happens. You never know."
"So your still gonna ask Draco out?" frowned Harry as the uneasy feeling seemed to settle more firmly in his stomach.
"Yes"
"Well I just hope you know what you're doing." Replied Harry getting up and heading for the portrait.
"Harry wait." Called Seamus stopping Harry at the portrait.
"What?" asked Harry turning around.
"Are you sure you don't have feelings for Draco?" asked Seamus quietly.
Looking over at the other boy Harry quietly studied the expression on his face before answering.
"Draco and I have just gotten tired of all the fighting is all. But that doesn't mean that we've become anything other than acquaintances."

'Then what was that kiss about' screamed his mind inwardly as the feeling of two soft pink lips ghosted over his.
"Look Harry. I know what you said, but you could be wrong. I mean Malfoy has been pretty much all right these past few weeks. Heck he's pretty much left us alone this entire year." Retorted Seamus. Besides I think you do like him, even if you don't admit it."
With that Seamus gathered up his books and stormed up the stairs to dorm rooms, leaving the stunned Gryffindor behind.
Grabbing up his book Harry left the common room and headed towards the kitchen. He needed a snack and time to think.
Was Seamus right did he really feel something other than friendship for the blonde Slytherin.
Sighing Harry shook his head. When did his life get so complicated?
***

Wandering the halls, Harry found himself lost in thought.
He'd searched all over for the elusive blonde after he'd left the classroom earlier. Draco hadn't showed up at the infirmary as he said he would. Nor had he been in the last two classes scheduled for the day. It was only after he'd checked the Quidditch pitch that he remembered the map.
Looking at the map later had confirmed that Draco was safely in his room. The first thing he had wanted to do was to go confront the Slytherin and demand some answers. Why had Draco kissed him�was it simply a fluke? Was that all it was, Had Draco simply reacted to their close proximity under the table. Would Draco have wound up snogging Ron if they'd been under the table together? That image had left quite a bitter taste in his mouth as he thought about it.
Instead he found himself in the common room of the Gryffindor tower reading and trying to keep his mind off of silver colored eyes.
Thinking about Draco's eyes only led to more trouble as far as he was concerned. The look in those silver orbs had reminded him so much of another pair not long ago. Beautiful blue ones that had looked upon him so lovingly and filled with desire. It had been weeks since Harry had last thought of the girl he met in the tower.
Weeks filled with thoughts of his once enemy, Draco Malfoy. The deep rich blue of the young woman's eyes were breathtaking and Harry hadn't been able to look away. Her eyes though, were nothing compared to the shiver that went through him everytime his emerald green locked with silver.
Was Seamus right? Do I harbor feeling for Malfoy?
Thinking back over the past few days Harry had to admit that he'd spent the majority of the time with Draco, even when he didn't have to. Waiting around for him after his classes was one example of that.
'I was just doing what Ron and Hermione do for me'
The sudden though of his red head and bushy haired friend made him groan. What the hell was he gonna tell his two closest friends. Ron and Hermione weren't exactly the biggest fans of the Slytherin. Not that he would have disagreed with them before, but now�
Rubbing his eyes Harry looked around at his surroundings and groaned. Well it's not like I should be surprised he thought as he realized his was now in the dungeons of Hogwarts. Turning around to make his way out of he was stopped by the sounds of footsteps coming his way from behind him.

'Great, just what I need' he thought looking around quickly for a hiding space and just making it into a secluded darkened corner as a figure quickly walked around the corner humming a tune as he walked nearer to where harry was standing.
'Neville, what is he doing here in the dungeons?' wondered Harry as the preoccupied Gryffindor passed him by a huge smile plastered on his face. Stepping out of the shadows Harry watched as Neville made his way down the hall and disappeared around the corner the melancholy hum of his tune lingering slightly in the air as it faded away behind him.
Looking back down the corridor Harry frowned. There was only one possible reason for Neville to venture down into the Dungeons and that was to see Draco. The thought seemed to leave a bitter taste in his mouth that he couldn't explain. Both Draco and Neville had made it very clear that they weren't together even if some people didn't believe them.
Looking back down to where the Dungeons lay and back over the where Neville disappeared around the corner Harry closed his eyes briefly and sighed. He knew that he owed both of them an apology for his behavior. Even of he truly did not want to give one.
The flurry of wings above his head suddenly startled him out of his thoughts.
"Hedwig?" He looked up inquiringly at the snowy white owl as it flew over his head a few times before landing unceremoniously on his shoulder, nipping at his ear for good measure before sticking out his leg. As if reprimanding him for being down in the dungeons where she couldn't find him.
"Sorry girl, I don't have any treats for you on me." Stated harry soothingly to the bird petting her white head as he untied the letter. "You'll have to pick up a few from the owlry ."
Looking down at the letter in his hands Harry smiled at the scribbling of his Godfather.
"Potter?" snarled a low voice from behind him.
Nearly jumping at the unexpected sound Harry groaned inwardly before turning to look into the crimson black eyes of the Slytherin Head of House, Severus Snape.
The Potion's Master had always sent a little chill up Harry's spine everytime they meet. It had taken quite a bit of time during their occlumency lessons together before Harry was able to relax around the older man and even now, though there relationship bordered on what could be called friendship or at least a grudging respect for the other. He still had a slight apprehensive feeling as he stood before the potion's master.
"Hello Professor." Replied Harry taking in the appearance of the older man for the first time.
"I do hope Mr. Potter that you have a good explanation for being in Slytherin area."
Opening his mouth to reply Harry quickly shut it as he thought it best not to tell that he'd simply gotten lost the castle, which he's just spent the last few years of his life exploring.
"I'm sorry sir, I was hoping to see Draco." Replied Harry hoping that his explanation would be enough. He really didn't feel like dealing with the teacher at the moment.
Raising an eyebrow at the use of Draco's first name Professor Snape studied the facial features of Harry for a moment before nodding. He knew that it would probably do no good to check and see if the young man was lying, He himself had been instrumental in teaching the boy how to avoid someone looking into your mind. A fact that even if he wouldn't admit it, he was very proud of the raven haired boys capabilities in the matter.
"Might I suggest Potter that you find your way back. I'm sure anything you have to say to Mr. Malfoy can wait until tomorrow." Sneered Snape.
"Ahh Severus, Harry, I trust everything is well?"
Turning around both men greeted the headmaster as he made his way towards them
"Everything's fine Albus." Replied Snape looking back over at Harry. " I was just inquiring of Mr. Potter as to why he is in the Dungeons."
"I was hoping I could talk to Draco, sir." Stated Harry.
" I see" smiled The Headmaster the twinkle in his eye shining brightly. "I'm glad that you and Mr. Malfoy are getting along so well Harry. But I must agree with Professor Snape it isn't safe for you to be wondering around the Dungeons on your own."
"Yes sir" replied Harry.
"Now I'm sure you'll be able to talk to Mr. Malfoy at dinner." Stated Dumbledore smiling at Harry.
Nodding Harry walked pass the headmaster and down the hall. Glancing back over his shoulder after a moment to see two pairs of eyes one black as night and the other Blue as sapphires twinkling watching him as he turned the corner.
*****
If anyone had ever bothered to enter into the inner chambers inhabited by Severus Octavius Snape. They would probably wonder if they'd stepped into the wrong area before falling over in shock at the realization of just exactly where they were.
Looking around the rooms Dumbledore smiled inwardly. Not many people got the privilege of being invited into the inner chambers of the Hogwartz's Potion master's chambers. Most only went as far as the outer room which led to the halls of the schools.
The inner chambers belied the home of a man few had taken the time to know. The dark dreary walls found throughout the castle were not here. Instead Cream colored walls surrounded them with softness. One wall though was quite different from the others. Instead of a wall it showed a beautiful tropical beach. Dumbledore stood for a moment watching as the waves seemingly came right up to the edge of a small sandy beach before receding back. The lush greenery was breath taking as was the tropical flowers growing everywhere which seeming swayed in the breeze.
The first time Severus had showed him the wall Albus had nearly walked into it resulting in one of the few embarrassing moments in his life. Both He and Snape had gotten a few laughs over that. The wall had been enchanted Snape had told him to reflect calming scenes for occupants of the room.
"May I offer you something Albus, tea perhaps or something stronger?" asked Severus hanging his cloak on a hook near the door.
"Thank you Severus, I wouldn't mind a cup of tea." Replied Dumbledore turning away from the wall to glance around the room. A rather stone fireplace stood at the far end of the room as large lavender colored flames flickered inside. Sending soft flutters of fragrance throughout the chambers.
Walking over the fireplace Dumbledore smiled as he waved his hands gently through the flames. Not surprised at all as the fire merely tickled his fingers instead of burning them. Letting his gaze drift up to the mantle Dumbledore could not help, but smile at the laughing moving image of a child waving happily to him. The little boy looked to be about six or seven years old. His long black hair handing close to his shoulders, swinging in the air as he waved to Albus and seemingly made faces to someone off camera.
Moving over slightly and picking up another photograph. Dumbledore smiled faintly at the image of the two women before him.
"This is a lovely picture of Lily and Petunia, Severus. Have you ever showed it to Harry?" asked Dumbledore looking up from the framed picture in his hands to smile at the potion's master.
"No." replied Severus shaking his head as he poured two cups of tea. " Somehow I don't desire the explanation that would surely come as to why I am even in possession of it."
"I'm sure he would love to see it though, I doubt he has any picture of both his mother and aunt together." Smiled Dumbledore taking the cup Severus handed him and taking a sip before sitting down. "Hmmm, thank you Severus, wonderful as usual."
Sighing Severus looked over at the smiling image of the two sisters atop the mantle. It had been a rare shot captured between the two Evan sisters. A rare shot because it was one in which both women had been genuinely smiling at each other. Smiling, not with force but with actual affection. It had lasted only a moment, but Snape had been luckily enough to be carrying his father's camera with him at the time.
The picture had been taken in front of the Evan family home the Christmas before they were all scheduled to graduate. He'd missed giving lily her present at the castle and wanted to make sure to give it to her before Christmas morning. It would be the first and last time that he would ever have any spoken contact with Petunia Evans and one of the last times he'd be able to spend with his friend Lily.
Tearing his eyes away from the photo. Snape frowned slightly at the twinkling eyes of Dumbledore as the elder gentleman smiled across from him sipping his tea.
"I'll consider it." Stated Severus reluctantly. "I highly doubt the mutt or Lupin have every told potter that his mother and I were once friends."
"Yes, if I recall correctly it was your friendship with lily that caused a lot of the rifts between James and Lily during there times at Hogwarts."
Grimacing as he set his cup down on the table Severus frowned. "Yes, Potter and his brand of merry do gooders couldn't stand the thought of their precious Lily tainting her self by becoming friends with the slimy Slytherin git as black liked to call me." Sneered Snape.
"Bitterness doesn't become you Severus." Stated Dumbledore softly after a moment. "I didn't mean to bring up bitter memories."
Waving his hands in front of his face Severus shook his head. "Doesn't matter, I suppose my friendship with Lily could be considered bittersweet to some."
" I regret that you and lily could not have recaptured your friendship before she died Severus. I think though that she would be very glad to know that you are taking such good care of her son."
If Dumbledore noticed the slight wince that crossed the Potion master's face he chose to ignore it. "I'm glad to see that Harry has been getting along with young Mr. Malfoy."
"Yes it would seem that Draco and Potter are getting along quite well, much to my utter annoyance." Muttered Snape under his breath. Although he was sure Dumbledore must have heard him Judging from the twinkle that danced in his eye. "Really Headmaster I don't see the merit in this so-called friendship between them. Draco has not turned down the Dark Mark and there are no indications that he has any intentions of ever doing so."
"No there hasn't been" stated Dumbledore setting his cup down and standing up. " I am hoping though that our young Malfoy will take this opportunity to see what else is out there for him. I do not believe that Draco wants to follow in his father's footsteps as closely as some would believe."
Shaking his head, Severus glared over at the headmaster.
"Come now Albus, do you honestly believe that Potter will be able to change in a short while what's been breed into Draco nearly his entire life? Besides I have to question though how this new found friendship is going to be taken by the Weasely's and Ms. Granger if it actually lasts that long."
"I'm sure Harry can handle his friends." Stated Dumbledore smiling as he stood up.
"Like Lily handled hers." Replied Severus letting some of the bitterness show through his voice.
"It was your choice to join the dark lord, Severus. That is something that cannot be changed." Stated Dumbledore looking calmly over the half moon spectacles of his glasses at the young man he considered to be a son.
"A mistake it seems I shall be paying for the rest of my life." Stated Severus softly.
*******
In a small kitchen at number 12 Pivet Drive. Petunia Dursley stirred the last remnants of her chamomile tea and frowned. Another pounding headache had found its way into her head for the day.
"I tell you Petunia, isn't it wonderful, our Dudley. Being able to enter the academy at such a young age." Smiled Vernon. His meaty hand held the steaming teapot handle as he poured himself yet another cup. "I shouldn't be surprised though. Dudley has always showed such great potential. Unlike that freak nephew of yours" he said quickly frowning. "I can't tell you how glad I am that we'll never have to deal with the likes of that one again."
"Hmm, yes" agreed Petunia taking a small sip. "But dear, don't you think Dudley is a bit young to leave home just yet."
"Nonsense" grunted Vernon biting into a large biscuit. Sending crumbs along his chin and upper chest. "You don't want him to become like those lazy freaks in your family do you?"
"Of course not!" stammered Petunia tightening her grip on her cup slightly.
"Good" growled Vernon getting up from the table.
Getting up to place her cup and saucer onto the counter, Petunia turned to Vernon and smiled tentatively. She would wonder later what had made her ask the question of her husband.
"What if he was?"
"What if he was what?"
Shifting on her feet and rubbing her bony hands on the folds in her skirt. Petunia shook her head. " What if Dudley had been like Harry, There was always a possibility that�."
The next few words that would have came forth were lost in a swirl of pain that came over her, as Petunia suddenly found herself crashing into the wooden frame of her kitchen table. Sending her blue and white kitten salt and peppershakers, which had sat, upon the center for over ten years shattering to the floor.
Cupping her reddened cheek with her hand. Petunia looked up at her husband in shock. Although Petunia had witnessed the angry furor in her husband at the expense of her Nephew, Vernon had never once raised and hand to her. The sudden fear that flowed through her as she looked up into the angry purplish face of her husband did little to calm her.
"Do not ever say that again!" shouted Vernon.
"Vernon I�"stammered Petunia stumbling to her feet.
Grabbing hold of her hair and twisting it into a painful grip on the head before yanking her up. Vernon pulled her towards him until they were face to face. His face and almost hideous shade of purple as spittle flew from his face while he spoke. His voice menacingly low as he spoke.
"I don't want to hear such filth come out of your mouth."
Gulping Petunia did her best to nod despite the firm grip Vernon still had upon her hair.
Tossing her suddenly away Vernon looked down at the crumpled form of his wife upon the ground for a moment before an unhealthy gleam formed in his eyes.
Looking up into the leering face of her husband. Petunia wondered for a moment as the blackness over took her at the sudden strike of Vernon's hand. Is this was what her life was always to be like from now on, since Vernon would soon have no outlet for his anger besides her? Something in the back of her mind simply laughed at the thought that it could be anything else. She did after all deserve no less.
TBC�
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