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Peverell's Children	By : Zakaira Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 27078 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Author’s Note: The ideas for this chapter came from a couple of my reviews. Thank you for contributing!

            The next day was Wednesday and Harry was pleased that once again he had finished his homework in time for an early Quidditch practice before dinner. Ginny was doing a good job shaping his team up in his absence, so he was fairly certain of another victory and the Quidditch cup.

            After dinner, it was detention with Snape and Draco and this time Harry was going to try a somewhat riskier approach in what he chose to display in his mind. Showing Draco his emotions had been received well, but what Harry really wanted was to move their relationship forward on the physical front. Hugging and kissing were good and Harry could appreciate Draco’s desire to wait on sex, especially after their first time had been such a disaster, but there were so many other things that they could be doing between those two stages. Harry was quickly becoming familiarized with all of them thanks to the book Fred and George had sent. He had even practiced a few of the spells on himself, but most of it was impossible to do without a partner and he wanted Draco to be that partner.

            Draco had agreed to be his boyfriend, which was a good start, but he seemed to be afraid of more intimate activity ever since the bathroom incident. Harry knew that he had hurt Draco badly that day and also that Draco felt violated, because of the miscommunication between the two of them, but he hoped that he had made it up to him. He stole the healing potion for him, talked to Snape about retrieving his mum for him, and was even letting his mum stay at his house, even though he had already offered it to Dumbledore as headquarters for the Order. And now that he and Draco had had two successful dates and a kiss in front of Snape yesterday, Harry hoped that Draco might be ready to move on.

            The only problem was getting Draco to agree with him. Harry spent the day trying to think of ways to get him to agree. He was pretty sure if he tried to jump him, Draco would freak; he just didn’t have that level of trust built up with him. Harry knew exactly why he hadn’t been able to build up trust and it wasn’t their five and a half years of fighting in the school corridors; it was the bathroom incident, again. How was he ever going to get past that?

            ‘We are not going to be celibate our whole lives over this!’ Harry promised himself silently. He may be willing to wait for marriage for penetration, but he was a red-blooded male and had needs.

            With that determination in mind, Harry decided that what he really needed to do to set things right was to show Draco that day in the loo from his perspective. Not the third person view that one might see in a pensieve, but the first person perspective that was only possible with legilimency. It wasn’t enough that he told Draco that it was a misunderstanding and that he didn’t realize that he was hurting and violating him at first. He also wanted Draco to know how awful he felt about the whole thing; he was scared when he realized that Draco had feinted and embarrassed when he fell at the end. He felt terrible when he realized what he had done and absolutely horrible when he thought that Draco might die right there in his arms. He didn’t have the words to say it, but legilimency would share how he felt without him having to actually say it. Perfect really.

            Detention started off again with Snape and Draco going over legilimency basics, and Harry meditating on what he wanted to show Draco. Harry pulled up his memory of the bathroom incident and then layered it thick with all of the horrible emotions he felt during it and the guilt he felt after talking with Draco about it in the hospital wing. He tried to separate out the parts where he had felt good, which was everything before he realized Draco had feinted, because he didn’t want Draco to see that part; he was embarrassed that he had gotten pleasure from something that had caused Draco so much pain.

            Harry kept having thoughts of the sex book pop up in his head, but he knew that this was not the time to bring that up. He wanted more sex, not to push Draco away from sex prematurely. So he pushed the unwanted thoughts back and tried to keep them under the surface of his bathroom memory shield, safely protected from Draco’s weak legilimency attempts.

            Legilimency was hard. There was a wand movement and an incantation, but most of it was about the way one willed the mind. Draco found that he had to focus his will just the right way, bending it slightly, or it would glance right off Harry’s head. It took him three quarters of the hour just to get into Harry’s mind and then he was faced with the incomprehensible mess that was in his boyfriend’s brain. ‘No wonder Harry does poorly in classes with this mush for brains!’ Draco thought. Seeing the inside of Harry’s head made him question whether he really wanted to be in a relationship with someone like that.

            ‘What if the children take after him?’ That was a scary thought and Draco quickly pushed it away and dove once more into the cesspool that Harry utilized to think. ‘Maybe Harry is just really good at occlumency and keeping me out…no, I’m probably just really bad at legilimency, because I’m already in, I just can’t figure out what I’m in.’

            And so Draco went on like that, rummaging around Harry’s head for a good ten minutes before he realized what it was he was looking at: they were Harry’s emotions again. This time they were ugly emotions and they just kind of tainted whatever it was they were strewn over. It was like emotional vomit of the mind; no wonder he took so long to decipher it. ‘Next time, I’m gonna tell him to show me something easy, like a snitch. Let’s see him shoved in the middle of this emotional vomit and swim out,’ Draco thought to himself as he began sorting through the emotions and putting them into neat boxes.

            Harry wanted to laugh when he realized that Draco was tidying up his thoughts. It seemed to him as if Draco was picking apart his bathroom shield piece by piece and sorting the pieces into piles in his mind. ‘It’s one way to go about it, I suppose. If I let him keep at it, my shield will eventually fall apart, like a fence after someone has removed all of the nuts!’

            Something about a fence and nuts seeped through the muck of Harry’s brain. Draco felt like giving up and finding a nice straight-forward Hufflepuff to date. ‘That one seventh year, Luke, is still available last I heard…but then he doesn’t just have muggleborns in his family, his grandfather was an actual muggle! It’s like my aunt on mother’s side, the sane one, not Bellatrix…what’s her name? It doesn’t matter anyway. Mother’s family disowned her and they’ll disown me too if I bring home that Hufflepuff. Better give Harry another go.’

            Draco did not give up. He strengthened his resolve and cleaned up the emotional garbage and found: that day in the loo. Had Harry finally broke? He knew Harry wasn’t very good at occlumency, but surely Harry would bury this memory deep and not leave it lying around here on the surface like this! It wasn’t something he wanted anyone else to know and after seeing it lying out in the garbage like this, he began to think his secret humiliation was not at all safe with Harry.

            Draco lost his focus and his link to Harry’s mind. He wanted to cry, but he didn’t want Professor Snape to see him crying, nor did he want to cry in front of Harry again, so he tried to suck it up and pull himself back together.

            “Did you see it?” Harry asked anxiously. He didn’t know how Draco would take it and he really needed to know.

            “Yeah,” Draco replied, still trying to calm down.

            “Well what did you think?” Harry asked.

            “What do I think? I think I’m furious with you that you’d just have that lying around on the surface of your mind, where anyone could snatch it out with just the tiniest amount of legilimency!” Draco seethed.

            Professor Snape moved closer, in case he needed to intervene if physical violence broke out, but for now he tried to stay out of it.

            “What? Wait. No, I don’t normally leave it out there like that. I wanted you to see it.”

            “You wanted me to see it? So you could trip me up and force me out of your head? You wanted me to look like a fool and for you to look like a master occlumens in front of Professor Snape, is that it?” Draco was furious now.

            “No, not like that. I wanted you to see how I felt about it and to know that I’m truly sorry for what I did to you,” Harry pleaded with him. This wasn’t turning out at all like what he planned.

            “That emotional garbage you had heaped around it?” Draco asked. He was still mad and hadn’t quite comprehended what Harry said.

            “Yes. Those were my feelings, both during and after it. I wanted you to see how upset it made me that I did that to you!”

            “So all the guilt, embarrassment, and general bad feelings belonged to the memory?” Draco asked.

            “Yeah. Maybe you could go in again and try to see how the emotions fit with the scene?” Harry pleaded.

            “Merlin Harry, why can’t you show me something easy, like a snitch or an apple. Why can’t you ever just think of apples? Huh? They’re nicely colored, taste good, and are sweet and juicy. What in the name of Merlin is so bad about apples?” Draco asked somewhat exasperated.

            “Apples?” Harry asked confused.

            “Uh yeah, apples Potter,” Draco clarified. “Ever heard of them?”

            “Why would I think about apples? Do they make a good shield? Is that what you do?” Harry asked.

            “No, it’s not what I do, but I’m trying to learn a very hard subject here and you’re not making it easy on me. If you’d just give me something easy to start with before throwing the rotten mush that is your brain at me!” Draco replied, trailing off at the end there.

            “Okay, I’ll try to visualize an apple,” Harry agreed, trying to calm Draco down.

            “Okay then.”

            “I’ll just think of that apple now. Feel free to give it another try whenever you’re ready,” Harry said hesitantly. He was worried that he might’ve said something that would make Draco blow up again.

            “Good. Apples,” Draco said calming down. He could do this; Harry was going to give him an easy one.

            It took five more minutes, but when Draco finally got in, he quite clearly saw an apple in Harry’s mind. It was a bright red one and as he watched, a bite was taken out of it and Draco could see the juice running down. It looked sweet and tasty and made him want an apple.

            Harry wasn’t sure how long he was supposed to show Draco the apple for, but Draco soon broke the spell and said, “Okay, I think I got it. You can show me your emotional diarrhea again.”

            “That’s an interesting way of putting it,” Harry said before focusing once more on the bathroom.

            This time when Draco went into Harry’s mind, he was in the loo with the emotions flying overhead, like fluffy tainted clouds of poisonous gas. He saw Harry raping him while he was unconscious and then he felt scared as Harry realized that he was unconscious. He was pleased to find that Harry had stopped raping him immediately once he realized something was wrong, but he was still upset that Harry had not chosen that moment to pull out; a lot of the misunderstanding could’ve been avoided if Harry would’ve just pulled out before he enervated Draco. At least Draco didn’t think he would’ve started flinging all those hexes the moment he got his wand back if Harry had just been out of him already.

            There was more of the bathroom and more unpleasant emotions, but Draco had seen enough, so he broke the spell again and said, “Okay, I get it.”

            “You do?” Harry asked anxious once more. Did Draco really get it this time?

            “Yeah, you didn’t know. You’re an idiot and a moron, but not a perverted sick…” Draco didn’t want to finish that sentence with Professor Snape still in the room, because it involved more foul language and might give away too much information. Professor Snape was clearly watching them and paying attention to what they said and did, but he was once again seated at his desk and didn’t look like he had any plans on interfering with what was going on between him and Harry.

            “Great!” Harry exclaimed. Maybe this would work out after all.

            “Yeah. Um, hey Harry?” Draco asked nervously.

            “Yeah Draco?”

            “Do you want to maybe meet tomorrow?” Draco asked. He wanted to talk about this more with Harry, but not with Professor Snape around and it was past his time to go.

            “Yeah!” Harry exclaimed excitedly. If he could get Draco alone he could snog him senseless and even maybe bring up the book…

            “Three o’clock, the usual place?” Draco asked. He didn’t want Professor Snape to know they usually met in the room of requirement.

            “Yeah sure,” Harry replied, moving forward to take Draco’s hand.

            “As touching as this is boys,” Snape began dryly. “Mr. Malfoy’s detention time is now over and Mr. Potter must get back to his own detention.”

            “See you tomorrow,” Draco said as he grabbed his school bag and left, leaving Harry to get back to work on that essay.

Author’s note: What do you think Draco wants to say to Harry in the room or requirement? And for those of you who want Harry to show Draco the sex book, Harry will be mentioning it next chapter :) Please review.
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