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The Domino Effect	By : jameschick Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 28943 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Domino Effect
- 2-part 2
- 3-part 3
- 4-part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16
- 17-Part 17
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Part 20
- 21-Part 21
- 22-Part 22
- 23-Part 23
- 24-Part 24
- 25-Part 25
- 26-Part 26
- 27-Part 27
- 28-Epilogue
- 11
- 12
- 13
Part 12

You're the best friend that I ever had, I've been with you such a long time, you're my sunshine and I want you to know that my feelings are true, I really love you. Oh you're my best friend - Queen

Morning came far too early as far as Harry was concerned. By the time he'd made it back to his dorm and fallen into bed, he was practically asleep on his feet. His newfound friendship with Draco, exceptional shagging not withstanding, was taking time he could scarcely afford out of his schedule.

He had managed to drag himself off to shower and felt marginally better by the time he'd dressed and made his way down to the Great Hall. Ron and Hermione were already sitting at the table, 'Mione with a book open in front of her, and Ron trying to cram as much food into himself as possible before classes started for the day.

"Morning," Harry mumbled as he pulled a plate of toast closer to himself, took the top piece, and began to butter it.

"Morning to you, mate. What tiid yid you come in?" Ron asked around a mouthful of eggs.

Harry blinked afteafter a minute shrugged his shoulders. "Dunno, late."

Hermione watched the interaction between them silently, noticing that Harry looked rather tired, but also happier than he had been in some time. She surreptitiously glanced over to the Slytherin table and sed ied in satisfaction when she found Malfoy had a similar look of fatigue.

"Look, Harry, I don't know what's going on with you exactly, but I'm your friend, you know? If you need to talk, or just, you know, hang out in silence, I'm here," Ron spoke softly.

Harry looked up at his oldest friend and smiled. "Thanks Ron. I know I've been a prat for a while now, but I'm not ready to talk about it just yet. That alright?"

Ron looked slightly disappointed but nodded his acceptance. "S'alright, Harry. But when you�re ready, I'll listen, even ifs abs about you shagging Malfoy."

Harry choked on his toast and Ron ducked his head as Hermione scowled at him.

"Ronald Weasley!" she huffed, her hands on her hips. "That was sneaky and uncalled for."

"Yeah," Ron smiled somewhat sheepishly, "but did you see the look on his face?"

Harry managed to swallow and cleared his throat as he looked from one friend to the other. "I... You... Malfoy?" he asked.

"Oh, Harry," Hermione reached across the table and squeezed his hand. "We know about the two of you, at least, we're pretty sure that you're seeing him. You are, aren't you?" she asked with trepidation. "Seeing Malfoy, that is?"

"I... well... yes." Harry hung his head and waited for Ron to start yelling at him.

When the silence stretched on, he eventually lifted his head to see if the world had stopped, or if Ron had fallen into shock. What he saw instead was a determination on his best friend's face that reminded him of why Ron was his best mate.

"You're not yelling," Harry pointed out helpfully.

"And I'm not gonna either," Ron replied.

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Dunno really. By all rights, I should be screaming the roof down, but, well, you've been soddin' miserable since Charlie dumped you - and yes, I figured that out - and then after what happened with Wood over the summer..." Ron trailed off, shook his head, and thentinutinued. "If Malfoy makes you happy, I'll learn to live with it. Besides, since his old man went to Azkaban, he hasn't been nearly as much of a git as he used to be."

Hermione smiled and kissed Ron on the cheek. "We love you, Harry," she said softly, "No matter who you date."

Harry gave his friends a watery smile and nodded his head before getting to his feet and silently leaving the Hall. Ron and Hermione watched him go in sad acceptance. Almost seven years and Harry still kept his emotions to himself. Hermione figured that that would probably never change, that being raised the way he was, he probably didn't know how to open up to anyone.

~!~

Draco watched with more than a little interest as Harry made his way into the Hall. He looked even worse this morning than Draco himself did, which was saying something as the Slytherin had dark circles around his eyes and he couldn't stop yawning. He caught the mudblood ing ing his way and almost sneered at her before checking himself. It wouldn't do to let her know he was watching them.

He wondered what was going on as Harry's head shot up and he began to choke. It looked as though Granger was reaming the Weasel for something, and then Harry's head dropped forward again almost as though he were ashamed. Draco had to stop himself from getting to his feet and going to Harry.

These new found feeling he had to protect Harry, tep hep him safe from even his friends, still confused him. It wasn't like he didn't care about people, he loved his pareafteafter all, and he had some amount of feeling for his friends, or at least he had until the Firebolt incident.

But Harry was different. He was this incredibly powerful wizard, he could do things that even Dumbledore and Voldemort could only fantasize about, and yet, he had such a low opinion of himself, of his worthiness. It called to something deep inside of him. He wanted to take care of Harry, to be the one to make him see how truly special he was. Not because he survived Avada Kedavra, not because he was the heir of both Slytherin and Gryffindor, not even because he was related to Merlin himself. Just because he was Harry Potter, a boy who had somehow managed to get under his skin despite years of hatred and petty jealousy. A boy that he could see himself coming to care deeply for. Possibly even fall in lwithwith, if such a thing were possible for him.

Caught up in his thoughts, he almost missed Potter's exit from the room. Once again, he stopped himself just in time before getting up and following Harry. He wasn't sure what the other Gryffindors had said, but Harry looked conflicted as he'd left. Draco decided to give him a five minute head start and then see if he could find him.

~!~

Harry wasn't paying attention as he rounded the corner after leaving the Hall. For this reason alone, he was caught off guard when he ploughed into Greg Goyle's beefy frame and bounced back, stumbling, almost loosing his footing.

"Well, well, Potter," the sound of Nott's voice drifted out from behind the frame of the larger boy. "Fancy meeting you here, and all alone as well," he smirked as he stepped out in front of Goyle and leered at Harry.

Harry backed up and had his wand in hand and pointed at the other boy before he could blink. "Rigere retrorsum," Harry yelled and then quickly aiming at Goyle fired off another curse, "Adfectio sexus!"

As Knott's body contorted itself into an upside down position, Goyle underwent some fascinating, yet disturbing changes.

"Harry?" a soft voice spoke, "what did you do?"

Harry turned around to see Neville Longbottom leaning against the wall, his books in one hand, and his wand in the other.

"Well," Harry motioned towards the two Slytherins, "as you can see, I made Nott here stand on his hands. He won't be able to hold his wand and maintain his balance. It's kind of a stupid hex, I know, but it's effective. George Weasley pulled it on me last year. As for Goyle," Harry smirked and nodded toward the large... boy? "You can see that he's had a drastic lifestyle change."

Indeed he had. Gregory Goyle had just undergone a sex-change.

Neville grinned at Harry. "That's brilliant, mate! You have to teach me that one."

"Yeah, I just learned it. Though, I'm not sure if there's a counter curse or even a potion that will undo it." Harry shrugged his shoulders and exchanged an amused look with the other boy as Goyle shrieked - hands clutching his chest - and ran off down the corridor toward the hospital wing.

"This isn't over, Potter!" Nott's voice drifted up from the vicinity of Harry's knees.

Harry looked down, a malicious grin spread across his face as he crouched in front of the upside-down Slytherin. Lowering his voice so that only he and Nott could hear him, Harry spoke: "No, it isn't. This is nothing compared to what I will do to you. You will regret ever daring to lay hands on me, you will suffer in ways you can't even imagine. When I kill your Master, and make no mistake, I will kill him, his death will seem merciful compared to what I'm going to do to you."

Having said his piece, Harry got to his feet and watched as the other boy hobbled away as fast as his hands could carry him.

~!~

Draco waited for five minutes and then got up and, without a word to anyone, left the Hall. He figured Harry would most likely retreat to the Chamber of Secrets, as that was where he spent most of his time lately. He was therefore surprised to find him just outside the doors talking with Neville Longbottom.

Having not been spotted yet, by either boy, Draco waited to see what was going on. He was surprised by what he heard.

~!~

"Harry, can we talk?" Neville asked. "It's really kinda important."

Harry looked at Neville closely and was shocked to see that the boy he knew had grown into a young man right under his nose. No longer was he the chubby, shy, insecure lad who needed constant reminding not to forget his books, his assignments, and even his wand from time to time. No, this young man before him was tall and lean, had overcome his fear of people, and, with the help of his friends, learned to be self-confident and stand up for himself and others. Harry couldn't help but smile; he always knew that Neville had it in him, and he was glad to see it come to the surface.

"Sure, Nev, what do you want to talk about?"

lle lle took a quick look down the corridor before speaking. "I know that something is going on with you and Draco Malfoy, and I don't care that he's a guy, or that he's Slytherin," he quickly interjected when Harry opened his mouth to say something. "I mean, I'm a pureblood, homosexuality doesn't bother me, and I've made some discoveries of my own as far as Slytherins go. I know they're not all junior Death Eaters. Actually, that's what I wanted to talk to you about."

"Go on," Harry encouraged.

"Well, see, I've been seeing this girl since fifth year, and she's a Slytherin."

Harry's eyes widened. "Who is she?"

Neville smiled. "Pansy Parkinson," he answered. "She doesn't want to join Voldemort, Harry. She doesn't want to marry that guy from Durmstrang either." Neville shook his head sadly. "But once we graduate, she won't have a choice. I was, well... I was kinda hoping you might help her. Help us."

Harry blinked in shock. Neville and Parkinson? he thought to himself, I never would have guessed. Out loud he said, "What can I do to help?"

Neville grinned and clapped Harry on the shoulder, "You mean that? You'll help us?"

"Of course I will, what do you need?"

"Voldemort's death would be ideal," Neville chuckled as Harry rolled his eyes, "but barring that, I guess a safe place for Pansy to hide after graduation. I love her, Harry, I can't lose her to the Dark."

"You won't, Nev, I promise," Harry spoke with convic. "W. "We've lost enough people to that madman. I'll talk to Draco, see if he has any ideas. It'll work out."

"Thanks Harry, I owe you big for this."

"No, you don't. Just, keep my relationship with Draco a secret for now, alright?"

Neville nodded and turned to go into the Great Hall, his steps lighter than they had been in months.

~!~

"You can come out, Draco. I know you're there," Harry spoke with a bit of smugness.

Draco stepped out from the shadows and crossed his arms over his chest. "How did you know?"

Harry shrugged. "Dunno, just did. So, I assume you heard everything?"

"Yeah. Bit of a surprise, that. I always thought Pans was an eager supporter."

"Guess you were wrong. Then again, who would have guessed she'd get involved with Neville?" Harry chuckled.

"True," Draco answered with a shudder, "but she could have done worse I suppose, at least Longbottom is pureblooded and holds with tradition." At Harry's confused expression he elaborated, "His family, like mine, are one of the oldest lines. While others mixed with the muggleborn, or worse, muggles, the Longbottoms remained pure. Just as the Malfoys, Weasleys, Parkinsons and well, pretty much all the Slytherin families have done. When the appropriate time comes, Neville and Pansy will be handfasted, not married. They will be bound magically to one another for the rest of their lives. He will always take care of her, and her of him. It's the way it was done in the old days, and the way it is still done in pureblood families. Muggle marriages can be ended, wizard handfastings cannot."

Harry frowned a bit at that. "My parents were married."

"Your mum was muggleborn," Draco replied.

"My dad wasn't though, he was pureblooded," Harry replied with a frown. "I wonder why they got married in the muggle way?"

"I suspect it was your mother's idea, but seeing as they're gone, I doubt we'll ever know."

Harry nodded reluctantly and Draco put his arms around him. "Come on, we have a few minutes before class. Let�s find somewhere more private."

As Harry and Draco made their way toward the dungeons, Rornedrned and looked at the smiling face of his girlfriend. "Alright," he sighed. "You were right. Malfoy seems to be good for hi/P> /P>
Hermione didn't answer; she just leaned back into her boyfriend's embrace and smiled.

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