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Harry Potter and the Prince of Ice	By : Neverwood Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6234 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Anal, Angst, Fingering, H/C, HJ, M/M, Oral, Rim, Solo, Spank. I do not own Harry Potter or anything associated with it. I do not recieve money for this in any way. For entertainment purposes only.

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Author's Note: Fire burn and cauldron bubble, give me Drarry and make it double! Two chapters yet again, a round of applause to my overactive muse. (He bows and says thanks.) Not much else to say, other than to of course thank the readers for their support. You guys are the reason I write.
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Chapter 12: Innuendo Implicitus

The morning had started out pleasantly enough, with Draco trying to practice 'bedroom eyes' and Harry pointedly ignoring him. Unfortunately, after breakfast there had been an incident Harry didn't think he would ever forget. He sat across from Draco in the sitting room, barely containing the giddy feeling inside of him that was fighting to get out.

“Draco,” Harry began.

“This is not up for discussion, Potter.”

The words were more bitten than said, but Harry paid no attention. He was used to Draco's worsening temper and darkening moods.

“Draco.”

“We are not talking about this, Potter.”

Although Harry could certainly sympathize with Draco's plight, he couldn't let the topic go. It was too delicious, a delectable morsel that would not be denied. It made the dizzy feeling in his chest grow bolder.

“Draco, your reaction was perfectly normal, all right?”

Draco kept staring out the window, as if it were so utterly fascinating that he was incapable of looking elsewhere.

“It was so big.” He whispered.

Harry felt the giddy feeling gush forward, but tamped it down again. “I'm sure it seemed that way at the time.” He said tactfully, not wanting to get punched in the nose.

Draco didn't look at him, but his eyes did narrow in response. Harry felt a flutter inside his belly, but ignored the feeling yet again.

“I swear, Potter, it was staring at me. And don't tell me that it was innocent or coincidental, because it most certainly was not.”

Harry wanted to deny it, but didn't think it a wise choice of action. Instead, he pushed forward as graciously as he was able. “Listen, I don't want you to feel bad.”

“I don't!”

“Good. Because what happened isn't the worst thing in the world. Okay?”

Draco sniffed haughtily, turning up his nose. “I knew that.”

Harry rolled his eyes, but was saved from replying as not one, but two owls crashed into the window. He ignored the way Draco jumped, but felt a little of his giddiness escape in a giggle. Draco glared at him, and Harry could fight the feeling no more. The laughter that had been building inside of him spilled forth, quickly escalating from boyish giggles to a full-belly laugh. He gasped a little as Draco kicked him in the shin, but continued laughing so hard it hurt and he could barely breathe. While he was in the midst of his laughing fit, Draco retrieved the letters, including yet another one collected from a more docile and friendly owl. Draco sent the two rambunctious owls on their way, but gave the nice one an Owl Treat before letting it fly off. He barely gave the envelopes a cursory glance before ripping them open and reading their contents. Harry finally calmed down from laughing so hard, feeling better than he had in a good, long while. Draco looked utterly unimpressed.

“If you're quite finished.” He said, his tone disdainful. Although Harry would never say so aloud, Draco drastically reminded him of Lucius Malfoy when he spoke like that.

“For now.” Harry said, still giggling a little to himself. “What do the letters say?”

Draco cleared his throat dramatically before beginning to read the first one:

“Harry Potter,

I request your presence post-haste. Please meet me in the Room of Mysteries at eleven o'clock sharp tomorrow. It is most urgent that you come swiftly, and that you come alone.

Sincerely,
Sir Daedalus Spurinna Lippershey the Third.”

Harry wasn't sure what to think of the odd letter. “That's...interesting.”

Draco smirked. “Oh, it gets better.” Yet another unnecessary and overdramatic throat-clearing, and Draco was reading the second letter.

“Dear Mr. Potter,

It has come to our attention that you have been contacted by a former employee of the Ministry. We strongly advise caution, and for there to be no further contact with this individual. If further attempts at contact are made, please inform the Ministry immediately. We wish you a good day.

Ignatius Dingleberry, Minister of Magic.”

Although Harry did not have quite as low an opinion of the man as Draco, he couldn't but to snort and reply, “Is he using the royal 'we'?”

Draco smirked back at him. “We believe so.”

Harry chuckled. By unspoken agreement, they were going to wait to discuss these matters further. “What's the last one, then?”

Draco didn't bother with the theatrics this time.

“Dear Harry,
I would love to see you again. The tea shops in Diagon Alley are lovely, but the ladies that frequent it have a worrying amount of Wrackspurts, which can be detrimental for brain health. There's an orchard on Cherry Street that is home to many Blibbering Humdingers, who help the lost find their way. Just watch out for Dabberblimps near the pond. I'll be there at three o'clock this afternoon.

Regards,

Luna Lovegood.”

“So,” Draco said a little too airily, “you're consorting with Loony Lovegood now.”

“Don't call her that. And she's my friend.”

Draco got up and began walking away, turning back when he reached the door.

“Come on. If we start now, we might be able to brave that mangled mane of yours.”

Harry chuckled as he followed behind Draco, and couldn't help adding,

“Said the man who screamed because of a spider.”

…

Harry could hardly believe it, but his hair was straight. And it looked good.

He'd been sitting, bored and impatient, as Draco had worked on his hair using the 'abysmal and inadequate' tools at his disposal. It had taken three hours, and a lot of cursing, but Draco had done the impossible. He had tamed the lion's mane.

Harry had never been vain about anything, much less his hair. In his mind, he had had no reason to be. However, seeing the transformation before his very eyes, he could definitely understand why Draco spent so long getting ready. Looking this good took a lot of time and effort.

“Who knew?” Draco murmured, his head resting on Harry's shoulder as he leaned forward to also look at the reflection. “Underneath that mangled mess, there was actually something to work with.”

Harry took the compliment for what it was, ignoring the typical backhanded way it was given. He also studiously ignored how heated his shoulder and head were becoming from such close proximity.

“It is definitely very different.” Harry said, still unable to believe how different he looked just from one small change. But, as he looked at the blonde head in the mirror, he knew it was more than just his hair. Draco had slowly changed him over the course of their time together, and he had no doubt he would continue to do so. Harry didn't think he could fight it even if he wanted to, and he found he didn't want to. All he could do was go along for the ride and pray it was for the better.

“You're brooding.” Draco said, though it was more curious than derisive.

“I'm thinking.”

“Seems intense. Galleon for your thoughts?”

Harry sighed. “Just thinking about how different things are now.”

Draco raised a brow. “Like?”

“Like this.” Harry said, motioning to the two of them. “Any time we got this close to each other, we'd start fighting. It's strange that we're...friends now.”

Draco went very still, a reaction Harry recognized from when he was completely caught off guard by something. Suddenly, those grey eyes were blazing bright, like two suns. Harry felt his breath catch, and felt as though he was being hypnotized.

“As your friend,” Draco said, his voice lowering, “Let me point something out to you.” His head slowly turned until he was facing Harry, but Harry's eyes stayed glued to the mirror. Draco never paused, his lips resting against Harry's ear.

“If you were as straight as your hair is right now,” Draco began, and Harry felt twin threads of dread and anticipation roll through him, “you wouldn't like this at all.

“You would be disgusted,” Draco said, kissing behind Harry's ear. “Angry,” Another kiss, this time to the line of his jaw. “Indignant.” A kiss to the bottom of his chin.

“You would not be welcoming.” Draco's lips dragged across his skin to the side of his neck, where each word led to a kiss against his heated skin. “Or breathless. Or ecstatic. Or...” Draco sighed heavily, making Harry shiver. He could tell that Draco was just above that one spot that always seemed to be more sensitive than the others. Harry heard a faint whimper escape him, but the feelings going through his body drowned it out. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears as he waited, needing to know what would come next. Thankfully, just when he was ready to beg, Draco acquiesced.

“Aroused.” Draco growled, kissing forcefully into that magical spot. Harry didn't know how to describe the noise that came from him, he could only be glad that it was not nearly as loud as it felt. Still, he felt more than saw Draco's grin before he retreated, smirking at Harry. Harry was flushed, breathless, and painfully aroused. He looked at Draco, silently pleading for something, though what he didn't know. Draco trailed his fingers against that spot on his neck. He reached into his pocket, and Harry looked in curiosity. Draco put something that felt familiar in his hand, closing his fingers around it. Without a word, he left the room. Harry, still panting and still very hard, opened his hand.

Seriously, what was with the Chocolate Frogs?

…

“I think he's trying to give me a fetish for Chocolate Frogs.”

Harry and Luna were walking side by side through the Pickadilly Orchard. They'd spent the past two hours walking about aimlessly, Harry pouring his heart out to the least judgmental person he knew. Luna had listened quietly, occasionally asking a clarifying question but mostly just letting Harry get all the burdens off his chest. Harry had discussed his developing friendship and...whatever else it was that was between him and Draco. He had been talking of nothing else, which would've been impressive if it weren't so confusing. Which is why he still wasn't shutting up.

“The past two times we've...well, done things-”

“What kinds of things?” Luna asked, her light voice showing only the most mild curiosity.

“Well, the first time was a kiss. Or several, I don't know. The second time, it was after he...after he had kissed my neck.” It sounded so simple, so silly a thing to get worked up over, but Harry couldn't find the words to describe how earth-shattering the experiences had been. “It was...intense.”

“May I tell you something?”

Harry suddenly realized how rude he'd been. “I'm sorry, Luna. I'm being incredibly selfish, aren't I?”

Luna shook her head, giving Harry a small smile. “I like listening to people. They're fascinating. Especially you.”

Harry couldn't help the small bit of pink that bloomed in his cheeks. Luna said it so calmly, so matter-of-fact. As if it never occurred to her to be embarrassed by what she was saying. Although sometimes he felt sorry for her, more often he envied Luna. She made everything seem so simple, so easy. It made her unrealistic, but he found that there was charm in that as well.

“Anyway,” Harry said, “You wanted to say something?”

“Oh, yes.” Luna said, as if she'd forgotten. “I don't think he's trying to fetishize Chocolate Frogs for you. I think he's trying to make you feel good about him, about the things you do together. And, although it may not have been intentional, I think he wants your favorite treat to remind you of him. That way, he'll never be far from your thoughts.”

“That sounds...” Sappy. Romantic. Very, very gay. “Odd.”

“Does it?” Luna said, casting doubt. “A lot of people want the ones they have a crush on to think about them constantly. At least, early on.”

“Whoa.” Harry said sharply. “No one said anything about having a crush.”

Luna smiled at him, but it was a little more indulgent than he would have liked. “Of course not, Harry. You just kissed. Maybe more than once.”

Harry flushed. Though he hated to admit it, the girl had a point. “Still.”

She dropped that particular subject, for which he was grateful. “It doesn't really matter. That's not why you wanted to see me, anyway.”

Harry winced, feeling guilty for being so selfish. “I'm sorry, Luna.”

“No worries, Harry.” Luna said easily. “I'm more than happy to help a friend in need. I will say, you're not as confused as you think you are. Your hesitation isn't because you don't trust Draco, or because of your rocky past with him. At least, not completely. It's nothing more or less than pure fear, Harry. You've never been in this position before. Even when you tried to go out with Cho and Ginny, it was never quite like this. Draco has power over you, he always has. His opinion has always mattered a great deal.”

Here she paused, going to the side of the pond and picking up stones, skipping them over the water as if she weren't leaving Harry hanging.

“What was I saying? Oh, yes. You care very deeply what he thinks, more than you have about anyone. When you give someone that kind of power, there's a risk. A risk that they could use it to hurt you. And although a lot of people would disagree with me, Harry, I think you would be having just as much trouble with this even if you and Draco had been the closest of friends.”

Harry swallowed his instinctive reactions, determined to hear her out. “And why do you think that is?”

Luna's smile turned a little sad as she turned around to face him. “You know why.” She answered. She gave him a hug, which nearly broke him. He wondered how much she knew, but couldn't bring himself to ask. It didn't really matter anyway. She pulled back, her usual soft smile of wonderment back in place.

“You know, you should tell him why you don't like for people to call you by your surname. I think it would help him a lot.”

Harry nodded. “Yeah, you're probably right.”

“Of course.” Luna said, suddenly grinning. “Race you to the Nargle nest!”

Harry followed after Luna, laughing at everything and nothing at all. He finally collapsed next to her, breathless. He had no idea if they were in a 'nargle nest' or not, but he also didn't much care.

“Oh, by the way, Harry.” Luna said suddenly, as if she just remembered something.

Harry braced himself for yet another odd remark. “Yeah?”

“Nice hair.”
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