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I Understand	By : LMG67 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9627 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Author Notes
- 2-Revelation
- 3-Grief
- 4-Horror
- 5-Thoughts
- 6-Anger
- 7-Training
- 8-Explanation
- 9-Expressions
- 10-Thinking
- 11-Tower
- 12-Pain
- 13-Seperate
- 14-Questions
- 15-Tears
- 16-In their own words
- 17-Tantrum
- 18-Sorrow
- 19-Darkness
- 20-Light
- 21-Passion
- 22-Breath
- 23-Suspicions
- 24-Iggy
- 25-Fear
- 26-Decisions
- 27-Understanding
- 28-Draco
- 29-Harry
- 30-Fallout
- 31-Accidents...
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PAIN

Draco got a confused look on his face, some of his anger forgotten in his confusion, “Chilling? Are
you cold Potter?”

Harry shot him a look of shock and then giggled, “No, I’m not. Chilln’ means hanging out, not
doing anything, just sitting there thinking. You know.” He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

“Well, well, well, congratulations Potter. I didn’t think you could do it,” drawled Malfoy in that
sexy voice of his, crossing his arms across his chest and raising his right eyebrow up in a look of
amazement.

Pansy said nothing, she just stood there glancing from one to the other as they bantered back and
forth. The word foreplay came to her mind and she paid more attention to their body language than
to what they were actually saying. Not that it wasn’t funny, cause it was, but she didn’t want to have
to deal with Draco’s wrath if he caught her laughing.

“Do what?” Harry said trying not to show that his head was beginning to hurt. Not now, he thought,
please, not in front of him.

“Why think of course.”

Harry smiled at the other boy, he’s so cute when he’s pissed, he leaned back some unconsciously
copying the others stance. “Do it all the time.”

He could tell that Pansy was having a hard time not smiling at their words. He decided to see just
how far he could push Draco before he tried to hex him. The others would be here in mere moments
and he wanted to be done before they got here.

Draco was angry that the other boy had not taken offense at his put down. He couldn’t deal with
Potter like this. This was a whole new side of him he never even knew had existed and it intrigued
him.

Damn it! Get a hold of yourself. You’re a Malfoy and Malfoy’s don’t let goody two shoes
intrigue them!

Malfoy shook his head remembering why he should be angry with Harry in the first place. And
where the hell was everyone!

“What do you want, Potter?” he growled the famous Malfoy sneer on his face.

“A Big Mac. What do you want Malfoy?” Harry asked in an innocent voice.

“What the hell is a Big Mac?” snapped the enraged boy.

“You don’t know what a Big Mac is? Well it’s just the greatest hamburger ever invented. It’s got
two all beef patties, special sauce, pickles, lettuce, onions, on a sesame seed bun. Goes best with a
large coke.” Harry said, trying desperately to hold back his laughter at the other boy’s face which
was turning red with anger.

Harry flinched as a sharp pain lanced through his head. Shit that one was bad, Voldie must be in one
hell of a mood. Normally he had more time before the pains got too bad, but this time they were
coming fast and furious.

Draco looked at Harry while he had explained what a Big Mac was as if he had suddenly grown two
horns on his head. “Have you gone mad!” he exclaimed.

Harry flinched at his raised voice, “No, not yet. Not for Voldemorts lack of trying though.” Oh, his
head. He was going to lose it soon.

Pansy gasped. Draco looked shocked at the name and also with the abrupt way that Harry had
changed the subject. He saw the raven-haired boy pale and draw a deep breath, he looked as if he
was in pain, there was no amusement left on his face.

Harry glanced at Pansy. He wanted to help her. He stepped up to her and took one of her shaking
hands in his own and looked deep in her eyes. Letting all his compassion and hope shine out his eyes
so that she might see it.

“Pansy, it’s o.k. I won’t let him have you,” Harry said softly to the shaking girl.

Pansy could see the compassion and hope in his eyes. She could also see the pain.

“Harry,” she said softly shaking her head in the negative, “I have no choice.” She could feel the
power radiating from this boy. No wonder Voldemort wanted him dead, he was very powerful. And
somehow that power calmed her. And it helped her to believe this boy in front of her. A boy that she
had never been nice too but, for some reason, was showing her compassion and understanding. And
she believed him.

Draco was so shocked that he stood there, unmoving. What the hell was happening? Was he angry
because Harry was touching Pansy or was he angry because Harry was touching Pansy? What? Oh
Ho what?! Where did that come from? What the hell, his mind yelled, get a grip!

“Get your hands off her Potter,” he growled, taking his wand out and pointing it at him.

Harry ignored him, all his concentration was on the frightened girl in front of him.

He stepped closer and bent down so that he could whisper in her ear, “We all have choices. I can
help you if you will let me. If you do, I will do everything in my power to keep you safe, just like
Malfoy will. I will.” He could feel her shudder at his last words and he hoped with all his heart that
she believed him.

Before she could reply a hand appeared and jerked her out of his grasp. “I said get your hands off
her Potter!” Malfoy yelled into his face. “What the hell is wrong with you. What happened today in
class? And now this? Do you have a death wish?”

Harry flinched. His vision was starting to fade in and out but he remembered clearly his promise to
her. Harry put his hand up to his head, and couldn’t hold back the groan from the pain. “Leave” he
groaned when he had gotten his breath back.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Draco snarled at Harry’s indrawn breath.

“Stop yelling,” Harry whimpered. Oh God it hurt.

Pansy walked up to Harry and took his arm, “Harry, what can we do to help?” She asked him
ignoring Draco’s gasp.

“We do nothing. We get out of here as fast as we can before someone comes and we get blamed for
this” Draco hissed at her.

“We can’t just leave him here.” Pansy stated.

“And why not?” Draco asked.

“Because he knows you nit whit. And he needs help. Besides you called the others. I know because I
was standing right next to you and you almost fried my brain. ” Pansy said matter of factly, totally
ignoring the way that she had just talked to him.

Harry groaned and felt his knees gave way. The only thing that kept him standing was the girl’s
tight grip on his arm. He pushed the fog away, struggling to talk thru the pain.

“Vol...Voldemort......vision...stay” he managed to say before the pain got to intense and he screamed.
Luckily it lasted only a few seconds before he lost consciousness.

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Neville knew he would never make it to the Tower in time to help Harry if he had to run all the way
to the castle and then up the stairs. Harry and Ron had been teaching him to fly and he was getting
pretty good. Not good enough to make the house team but good enough to use a broom if he needed
too. He stretched out his hand and cried Accio Nimbus.

When the broom reached him, he mounted and lifted off towards the Astronomy Tower. As he got
closer he could see that there were three people on the roof of the Tower but he could not tell who
they were.

Right before they came clearly into view he saw one reach out and grab the other who was falling.
He saw the one falling reach for his head and he knew that that was Harry and that he was injured,
or it was a vision. I’d rather have him injured than it be a vision, he thought.

He landed behind them as Harry let out a scream and, he hoped, lost consciousness. Dropping the
broom, he raced to him ignoring the other two people on the roof but his mind registered that it was
Malfoy and Parkinson.

He pushed Malfoy out of the way and leaned down next to Harry. He glanced at Pansy who still had
a tight grip on his arm, trying to stop him from hurting himself as he convulsed, and whispered,
“What did he say?”

He didn’t question what the three were doing there. His first concern was for Harry, the others could
ask the questions. He was sure that they would be here soon.

Draco stood there stiffly. He was torn between leaving, because he really didn’t relish detention, and
staying, because he wanted to see if Harry was going to be all right. Damn it! He didn’t want to see
this. He didn’t want to know that Harry had visions. He didn’t want to know that Harry wanted to
help. And he didn’t want to know that Harry had a wicked sense of humor.

Pansy was shaking but she answered him as best she could, “He said Voldemort, vision, stay. And
then he screamed and passed out. Is he going to be okay?” she asked worriedly. She didn’t question
her newfound friendship with Potter. It made no sense that she trusted him but she did.

Neville took a vial from his pocket and opened it up, “He will be. Help me give this to him please, it
will stop his convulsions.” He wasn’t sure if they would help him but he knew he couldn’t give the
potion to Harry by himself.

He was surprised as another arm appeared from his right and he looked into the cold blue eyes of the
other boy. Draco Malfoy? His shocked brain told him. What was he doing with Harry up on the
Tower? Harry screamed and that effectively stopped Neville’s train of thought.

“I’ll help,” Neville heard the soft voice of the Slytherin beside him, “what do we do?” What am I
doing on the floor helping Potter? he thought to himself. My father better not find out about this or
I’m a dead man. Dead man sitting, his mind cackled.

Neville’s voice took on a note of lecturing as his training took over, “Pansy, I need you to sit on his
legs, try to stop him from kicking us. Draco, I need you to get behind him and wrap your arms
around his chest, hold his arms down, and watch for his head as he may jerk it back. Harry is very
strong and will try to resist drinking the potion.”

The two Slytherins did as he told them asking no questions. If the situation hadn’t been serious he
would have found it funny that here he was, Neville Longbottom, telling Draco Malfoy and Pansy
Parkinson what to do. And they were doing it.

“Are you ready?” he asked the two after they had moved into the positions that he had told them to
get in. Meanwhile Harry had started to convulse harder and Pansy was having a hard time keeping
his legs down. Neville straddled his hips trying to help Pansy.

“Ready,” she panted as Harry tried to throw her off.

“Ready,” Draco said as he tightened his arms around the boy. Oh my God, I have Harry Potter in
my arms. He smells so good. He was lost in the sensations of holding the object of his affections so
he didn’t noticed when Neville somehow got Harry’s mouth opened and started to pour the potion
down his throat.

Harry didn’t like it. Harry didn’t like it at all, so Harry tried to get away from it by jerking his head
back. Right into the boy who was holding him, his face that is. Draco saw the head jerk back but had
no time to move out of the way. The pain was enough to shock any sexual thoughts about the boy in
his arms right out of his head.

“You better not have broken my nose Potter,” he growled into the ear of the boy in his arms as he
felt the blood start to flow from his nose and felt the tenderness in his lip.

“Don’t move until he has stopped. I don’t want him to hurt himself,” Neville said to his helpers.

“Well,” Malfoy drawled, “what about him hurting me? I guess that is okay?”

Neville glanced at Malfoy and saw the blood. He was sitting on one side of Harry’s body and
Malfoy was sitting on the other. This was the closest he had ever been to the Slytherin. He fearfully
watched the other boy wondering if he was going to curse him. He got the shock of his life when he
saw the amusement on his face.

Slowly Harry’s convulsions stopped and the three started to relax. And that is how the others found
them a few minutes later.

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Dumbledore and Snape were the first to make it to the stairs to the Astronomy Tower. Crabbe was
next and then Goyle followed closely by Weasley and Granger.

They stopped to stare incredibly at each other but scrambled for the stairs as they heard a pain filled
scream from above.

Dumbledore won only because he was older and none of the students wanted to be the one to push
the headmaster out of the way.

Snape was next because the glare that he had leveled at each of the students dared them to try and
push him out of the way.

He was followed closely by Weasley and Crabbe, then, Granger and Goyle.

Dumbledore and Snape were halfway onto the floor before they both stopped in shock. Weasley and
Crabbe slammed to a halt behind them trying not to run them over. Granger and Goyle didn’t have
that luck and slammed into the four in front of them sending all of them to the floor.

The three conscious students looked at the pile of bodies in front of them. No one spoke. And then
there was a giggle. It was a small giggle, not very loud. But it was a start. Neville turned to look in
astonishment at the girl behind him. She was desperately trying to stop the giggles from escaping.

Hearing a sound that was suspiciously like a giggle behind him he turned to look at the boy there. It
was a sight to be seen. Draco Malfoy was laughing. A full belly laugh that shook the boy in his
arms.

And then Neville found himself laughing as well. He glanced to the pile of bodies and heard the
indignant howls coming from it. He heard things like: my leg and shit and who’s foot is that and
geroff me and Ms. Granger! that is not your leg

This theatrics only sent the three into louder fits of laughter.

The blond haired boy was the only one that heard the moan of the boy in his arms as he came out of
the vision. He tightened his arms around the boy and all laughter left from his face. His friends
would notice where their Golden Boy was and Draco was sure a fight would ensue. He wanted to
cherish this moment forever. So, he held onto him for as long as he could, damn the consequences.
He felt him stir and tightened his hold.

Harry could hear laughter as he came out of his vision. He felt safe though, as if, the terror was
somehow help at bay. He felt arms around him tighten and he didn’t open his eyes. He didn’t know
who was holding him but it felt good to have that little bit of human contact.

He cracked an eye trying to see what was going on and what the laughter was all about. He saw
Neville and Pansy in front of him staring off to their right, laughing. Neville was straddling his hips
and Pansy was lying across his legs. Does that mean that Draco is the one holding me? Draco
Malfoy is holding me in his arms! oh sweet heaven. Life is good.

He heard a yell of Ms. Granger! that is not your leg and his curiosity got the better of him.
Knowing that that would signal to Draco that he was awake he turned his head to see what the
laughter was all about. He saw a pile of struggling bodies that were trying to sort themselves out
after an obvious collision.

He felt Malfoy stiffen behind him and knew he was going to pull away. He was surprised and
pleased when he didn’t. He just tightened his arms around him and leaned his head against his neck.
Harry shivered as he felt his breath across the back of his neck.

He closed his eyes quickly. He didn’t want anyone to know that he was awake. That way he could
lay here in his arms for as long as possible. Carpe diem and all that!

The two teachers and the four students finally got disentangled. All were laughing except one who
had turned from the others and crossing his cloak tried to will his body to behave. That little twit, he
couldn’t believe she had done that. He turned to glare at her only to be confronted by am innocent
look that somehow didn’t seem that innocent.

“What the hell is going on here,” Ron yelled as he saw what had made the teachers stop. “Get off of
him Pansy. Malfoy so help me..”

“Mr. Weasley,” Dumbledore interrupted him, “perhaps we should let them explain first before we
jump to conclusions.”

“But Professor, they have done something to Harry.”

Neville stood and looked down to the now still Harry, “He had a vision Professor. It was a bad one.
He convulsed and I had to give him some alavain. Draco and Pansy helped me.”

Pansy stood as well so that only Draco and Harry were lying on the floor. Draco still had not
released Harry and Harry was still acting as if he was unconscious.

“He asked us to stay he said, Voldemort, vision and then stay. The next thing we knew, Neville was
here, and he asked us to help,” she was nervous. She didn’t want to tell anyone why she was up here.
She knew that Crabbe and Goyle knew but these others didn’t need to know.

Snape turned to look at Pansy, she felt that he too knew why she had been up here. “Ms. Parkinson,
that does not explain what happened. What, pray tell, were you doing up here with Potter and
Malfoy?”

Before she could answer the headmaster said, “Let us talk about this later. We need to get Mr. Potter
to the infirmary. Mr. Malfoy if you please.” Dumbledore indicated to Draco to stand. He was
surprised at the sad look on the other boy’s face as he was told to give up his burden.

Harry’s soft voice startled them all, “It’s okay Professor. I’m fine.”

At Harry’s voice Draco felt himself stiffen even more, if that was possible. As Harry had made no
attempt to move Draco made no attempt to let him up. He could tell from the expressions of the
others face that there was going to be explanations galore when this was over.

He watched as the old bat walked over to them and leaned down to whisper to Harry, “Are you fine
to tell me Harry?” he asked the boy.

Harry nodded and drawing a deep and calming breath he told all there about his vision. He leaned
back and drew strength from the arms around him.

“Voldemort was in a rage about something. I do not know what. He was cursing men in dark cloaks
and laughing as he watched them scream. There was some kind of commotion and then Wormtail
was there saying that all was ready. They had finally found the right place and were in the process of
breaking the last ward. Professor,” at this Harry’s breathing became erratic as he forced himself to
say the next part, “Professor they are going after the Dursley’s.”

Professor Dumbledore turned to Snape and nodded. Snape looked around and seeing the abandoned
broom he took it up and flew towards Hogsmead, intent on getting past the apparition wards.

Turning around the Headmaster glanced at each of the young people there. It was time to tell them.

“All of you go to he training room and wait for me. It seems we have something to discuss.” And
with that the headmaster strode from the Tower intent on sending an owl to Moody to help Severus.

There was an uncomfortable silence on the Tower as they all tried to take in what had just happened.

Ron was the first to break the uncomfortable silence, “Well, let’s go, you heard the man.” He turned
and walked to the stairwell deliberately not going to help Harry up. Besides from the looks of things
Harry needed no help.

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