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I Understand	By : LMG67 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9627 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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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SEPERATE

Harry watched Ron leave. Oh, this was bad, he thought. He glanced at Hermione and saw the
concerned look on her face. Why did he just walk away? Harry had fully expected him to blow a
gasket or something, not just walk away like that. Ron was scaring him.

A hand being shoved in his face interrupted his thoughts. He looked from the hand up to Neville’s
concerned face. He slowly reached up to grab his hand flinching at the pain. His muscles were
protesting and that clued Harry into the fact that this vision had been bad. He only convulsed with
the bad visions and was always weak afterwards. Neville knew this and this was why he was helping
Harry to stand. Ron knew this as well but he had decided not to help.

“Thanks Neville,” Harry whispered as he tried to get up. He put his other hand on the floor beside
him to push up with and that made his sleeve ride up his arm revealing the charm on his wrist that
was still visible with the residual magic used to activate it.

He heard Pansy gasp and looked at her. She was staring at his wrist and pointing at it. “Draco,” she
said in a shocked voice, “he has a locoutus charm on.”

Draco drawled as he got to his feet, “Well that explains the arrival of the Weasel and the Mudblood
but, pray tell, what are you doing here Longbottom? I didn’t know the Trio had become a
Foursome. How interesting.”

Harry watched as Neville’s face began to redden. He alone knew that Neville thought that he was
unworthy of being part of the team. He had worked hard at convincing Neville that he was and he
wouldn’t let Draco shoot down all of his hard work.

“Neville is an essential part of our group Malfoy. Never doubt it.” He said in a cold voice. His legs
were beginning to shake and he still had to walk to the training room. “Let’s go Neville.” Harry said
as he turned his back to the blond haired Slytherin.

Crabbe and Goyle made to step in front of the two Griffyndors to stop them but at the negative shake
of Draco’s head they let them pass. The four Slytherins were left on the Astronomy Tower.

Crabbe and Goyle moved to stand next to Pansy. The three watched Draco waiting for him to tell
them what to do. Sometimes this angered Draco but he knew that they did this out of respect rather
than fear.

“Pans,” Draco started, “remember Monday when you asked me if he knew and I said he wasn’t
smart enough?”

Draco watched her nod and also watched as the realization hit her what this meant. If Harry knew
then the others knew.

“But how?” She asked.

“Only one way to find out. We go to the training room and see what is said. Under no circumstances
will we tell them anything that they can use against us. Crabbe, Goyle Potter knows about Pansy
and has said he is willing to help. We can’t let them do this. The fools will ruin everything we have
worked for.” All through Draco’s speech they each were nodding their heads in agreement.

“Now you two go to the training room. I need to talk to Pansy for a minute.” Draco watched as they
left and then turned to Pansy, he could see in her eyes that she knew what he was going to say and he
could tell she wasn’t going to like it.

She held up a hand to stop him before he could even begin to talk, “No Draco. I will not do it.”

“You have to Pans.” Draco said, “we can’t let him.”

“You can’t let him Draco, but I can.”

“But why?” Draco asked confused.

“Because I believe him.” Pansy said softly. “I don’t know why, but I do. He can and will help, no
matter what you say or do to him.”

“Meaning he can help you were I can not.” Draco replied without much malice though there was
still some in his voice and that made her flinch.

“Yes” she whispered trying to hold back the tears.

This was the closest the two friends had ever gotten to actually talking about it. Draco wouldn’t get
the Dark Mark until he graduated. Pansy would be getting it on Christmas Day. She didn’t blame
him for saving his own skin, but she couldn’t help but resent him either. She would have done the
same thing if the situations had been reversed so she had tried not to harbor any ill will towards him,
but that didn’t mean she had succeeded.

“I see.” Draco said softly. He sighed and moved to take her in his arms. He hugged her tightly until
she had control of herself once more.

“Come on let’s go.” And the two friends walked arm in arm down to the training room.

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Harry and Neville made their way down to the training room not saying anything. When they got
there Neville helped Harry into a chair and riffling thru his robes got out a pepper up potion for
Harry to drink. Unsealing the vial he handed it to Harry and watched as he drank all of it. Harry
handed the vial back to Neville with a look of gratitude.

“Thanks Nev,” Harry said already feeling the potion do its work.

Ron and Hermione were standing a few ways off deep in conversation. They had both looked up
when Neville had helped Harry to his chair and given him the potion but neither had walked over.
Harry could tell from Hermione’s facial expression and the stiffness of Ron’s back that she was
yelling at him about leaving and not helping Harry.

“Mione,” he called out, “its okay. Leave him be.”

Ron stiffened his back even more but did not turn to face Harry. He said coldly, “Leave him be? Are
you going to tell me what is going on Harry? Or are you just going to leave me be?”

“Ron!” Hermione gasped.

“It’s okay, Mione,” Harry said weakly, “I should have told him a long time ago.”

Ron turned angrily to meet his best friends tired eyes. He could tell that the potion was working but
that Harry was still weak. He sighed as he saw the exhaustion on his face. He knew the real reason
he was angry was because it was Malfoy helping Harry and not him.

“Later Harry. Let’s get this over with first and then we can talk,” Ron said trying to control his
anger.

Harry nodded in agreement and sank tiredly into the chair waiting for the others to arrive. He tensed
when Crabbe and Goyle entered the room but relaxed slightly when he noticed it was only them.

A few minutes later Pansy and Draco entered the training room and Harry stiffened once again. All
eight of the students stared at each other, none of them willing to break the silence.

Finally Harry got up the nerve to ask the question that he knew was on each of their minds, “How
did you know to come here?”

Draco stared at him before answering. “We come here to train. How did you know to come here?”

Harry smirked, “Same reason.”

Pansy looked from one to the other wondering if they were going to start sparing verbally again. If
so she wanted to get a good seat before they started. She had’nt felt this much sexual tension in the
air since the Mudblood broke the Weasel’s heart. “What training do you do here?”

Ron stepped up and entered the conversation. “I think that we should table this conversation until
Dumbledore gets here don’t you?”

He watched the nods of the others and then decided to go look at the correspondence that had come
in.

“I, for one, am going to do some work.” He said as he walked to the table that held his papers.

As he reached for a stack of letters that had come in during the week he sensed someone beside him.
Thinking it was Hermione he said quietly, “Do you think Harry will be okay? He’s awfully weak.”

“I don’t know? Is he always like this? And how long has he had these visions anyway?” Came the
voice that was definitely not Hermione’s. He turned in surprise to face none other than Pansy
Parkinson.

“What are you doing over here?” he yelped in surprise.

“Well you said we should get some work done so I came over to see if the letter from Respiere had
come in yet.” Pansy said looking at him as if he was stupid.

“What do you know of Respiere?” Ron said.

“Well I know that he is the one you contact if you need things that are not exactly legal. Look I
don’t know why you are at my desk but could you please leave so that I can get some work done.”
Pansy said exaspertly. She was getting a headache and dealing with this simpleton was making it
worse.

“Your desk! This is my desk.” Ron hissed out.

“What!” Pansy said in shock.

Sudden realization hit both of them. “You’re R!” You’re P!” Were both uttered at the same time. As
that hit, they both began to chuckle.

“Never would have thought of you,” Ron said when he had caught his breath.

“You either,” was Pansy’s giggled reply.

“Probably why it works huh?”

“Yeah.”

“So, did the letter come or what?” Pansy asked and they both turned to look.

“No it didn’t come. But we got the information back from Mundungus.” Ron said as he rifled thru
the papers to bring that out.

“Well what did he say? How many can he get us and when can we have them?” Pansy asked as the
two leaned close over the desk to discuss the letter in front of them.

Hermione had walked over to her desk to start reading the volume that she had requested from the
Library in London. She wasn’t sure if it would contain any useful information about that
Septimeital curse as the book was only a hundred years old.

Neville had gotten his wand out and was checking Harry. This, of course, attracted Goyle’s attention
and he walked over to Harry and Neville.

“May I help?” he asked in his deep voice startling the two boys.

Neville glanced up and shrugged. “I can’t get him to go to the infirmary and I don’t have anymore
potions that will help him.”

Goyle nodded his head. “May I?” He asked Harry.

Harry looked at him silently for a moment and then nodded his head. He heard Neville’s sharp
intake of breath as the dark haired Slytherin reached into his robe. Harry tensed as well but relaxed
when he saw him bring out a second wand.

As the other boy waved the wand over him he tuned everything out to think about what had
happened on the Tower.

“What level are you?” Neville asked.

Goyle looked at him in surprise. He obviously didn’t think the other boy knew what the second
wand meant. “Seventh level. You?”

Neville shook his head, “I’m not any level. My specialty is mostly in plants and light healing,
though I can heal most anything the major things I can’t do.”

Goyle nodded, “He’s exhausted, a little malnourished, and has a headache.” He said when he was
done with the exam.

Harry snorted, “the size of Texas.”

Neville laughed at Harry but stopped when he saw him flinch, “Sorry” he mumbled.

Goyle had a confused look on his face, “Texas?”

Neville pulled him aside to explain Harry’s comment. And the two talked about their medical
training.

Crabbe and Draco had been watching everyone. So much for not telling them anything, Draco
thought. Crabbe glanced at Longbottom and Goyle, Draco knew he wanted to go join them. Crabbe
normally wasn’t the jealous type but for some reason he didn’t want Goyle talking to Neville.
Should be interesting, thought Draco. Draco nodded his head and he sighed as Crabbe left to go join
his boyfriend.

He leaned against a desk watching the occupants in the room. He had been surprised when the
Weasel had walked over to the table that Pansy usually worked at. They seemed to have come to
some kind of agreement as they were bent over a piece of parchment talking rapidly.

Granger had walked over to the table that had all the books. No surprise there. What did surprise
Draco was that that was were Snape had said the research for the curse was being done.

Goyle and Neville were still talking and Crabbe was just standing there. Glaring at Longbottom and
Longbottom would send him a questioning glance now and then.

Harry was slumped in a chair. To Draco it looked as if he was lost in thought but by the slight
flicker of his eyes he knew that was not the case. He was watching everyone to see what they were
doing. He had heard Goyle’s assessment of what was wrong with Harry and it worried him. Not that
he would let any of that show. He was going to go over to him but was stopped by the arrival of the
headmaster.

Dumbledore swept into the room, eyes all a twinkle, and motioned for them to sit.

‘I am sure you are all wondering what is going on here. Separately you each know why you are in
this room. It is mine and Professor Snape’s wish that your two groups no longer be separate. We will
be bringing the two groups together.”

Dumbledore watched the different expressions on the student’s faces. This was fun, he thought.

“Professor Snape feels he can no longer train you adequately. So we will be bringing in more people
to help you. After Sunday, you will be split into groups. Madam Pomfrey and Professor Sprout will
take Mr. Goyle and Mr. Longbottom. Arabella Figg and Remus Lupin will take Ms. Parkinson and
Mr. Weasley. Sirius Black and Moody will take Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Crabbe, and Mr. Potter. Professor
McGonagall will start your Animagus training and I will continue with Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter.
Professor Snape will take Ms. Granger and retreat to the Potions laboratory and the Library and
research the new spell. Any questions?”

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ENJOY!

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