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Second Mission	By : KitBaiu Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6740 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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This chapter has been betaed by QuixoticContradiction, to whom I am eternally thankful. ^.^ EDIT: Now with PrettyPinkDepression's edits :D

"Hermione! Hermione! Hermione! Hermione!" Harry called from the foot of the stairs leading to the girls' dormitories. He knew trying to run up the stairs would be pointless as it would turn into a slide, and he'd fall back down.

His hair drenched in sweat, he clutched his chest, gasping desperately for breath. "Hermione!" he screamed, "Hermione! Hermione! HERMIONE! HERMIONE!"

"Harry!" Hermione's eyes narrowed. She stood in her pajamas, and her brown hair was even more bushy than usual, "I was just woke up by two frightened first years saying that you're screaming for me! You had better have a really good excuse for-"

"It's Draco!" Harry cried.

"You screamed for me in the middle of the night about Malfoy?" Hermione scowled, turning to walk back up the stairs, "Harry, I already told you. I'm sick of your attitude! All you care about-"

"It's not that!" Harry fell to his knees, weeping, "You can be angry at me for the rest of your life, if you must. I need your help. Voldemort has Draco! He's torturing him!"

"Wait. . . What?" Hermione's eyes widened, and her jaw dropped. Any lingering irritation she had for Harry instantly diminished. She ran down the rest of the stairs and kneeled next to Harry, "What are you talking about?"

"He's got him. He's torturing him for information or something; I don't know." Tears soaked Harry's cheeks. His face fell into his hands, muffling a great wail.

"But, how do you know?" Hermione gently rubbed his back.

"I-I saw it. I-It was just like those v-visions I'd have in my s-sleep last year." Harry managed to let out in between sobs.

"That's impossible, Harry." Hermione explained in as kind of a tone as possible, "Dumbledore told you at the beginning of the year that-"

"I know what he said!" Harry shouted, "But it happened anyway and I don't know why. But, we have to save him!"

"Harry," she sighed, "What if this isn't real? It's kind of suspicious that you go so long without these visions and all of the sudden you have one regarding someone you care about."

"What if it is real?" he retaliated, "Am I just supposed to let him get tortured and killed possibly because I go to bed under the assumption the vision was false?"

"I really hate to bring this up, but-" Hermione nervously bit her bottom lip. She took a deep breath, then continued, "But remember when you had a similar vision about Sirius? Do you remember how that turned out?"

"Dammit, Hermione!" Harry stood up and pounded a fist against the wall, "I know. Sirius ended up dying. I lost Sirius. I'm not losing Draco! How come every time I want to protect someone I care about, you try to stop me? Or is it just because it's Draco?"

"No!" Hermione stood up with her jaw dropped, "I know I said some terrible things the other day. I don't wish anyone to be tortured by Voldemort, not even Malfoy. I'm just saying you're being too impulsive!"

"Fine!" Harry screamed, "You don't have to help me. I'll save him myself!" Harry stomped angrily toward the portrait hole.

"Harry!" Hermione ran after him and firmly snagged his arm, "Lets just think about this sensibly for a moment before we rush into it. Okay, to start, where were they?"

"I-" Harry swallowed hard, letting out another loud cry, "I don't know. I think maybe they were in the Malfoys' home."

"And we don't even know where that is!" Hermione exclaimed.

"I don't care!" Harry growled, "I'll find it!"

"Harry. It would take us ages to search London, not to mention the entirety of England!" Hermione desperately pressed, "Besides, you know how much security is on the school now. The Floo Network at Hogwarts is blocked. You know we couldn't fly out of here with all the enchantments. Everything is locked. We couldn't get out of here, anyway!"

"FUCK!" Harry screamed. He dropped to his knees and slammed both his fists against the floor. Harry felt completely helpless. He wanted to rescue Draco more than anything, but had to regrettably come to terms with the fact that Hermione was right.

"Look, Harry." Hermione kneeled down next to him, continuing to rub his back in comfort as she had before, "We can't do anything, but maybe someone else can. We could go to Professor Dumbledore's office and-"

"Dumbledore's not here, Hermione." Harry hopelessly muttered, "He hasn't been here all week. You know that."

"Well, what about one of the other teachers?" she empathetically suggested, "McGonagall or Snape or-"

"SNAPE!" he exclaimed, sitting up suddenly. Harry's chest swelled; all hope wasn't lost. If there was one teacher in the school that could help Draco, it was he, "He's Draco's godfather! I can't believe I'm saying this, but we have to go find Snape!"

"Okay, yes, let�s find Professor Snape." Hermione smiled, helping Harry to his feet. She looked overcome with relief that she and Harry could come to a logical agreement.

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Hermione and Harry snuck cautiously under the cover of the Invisibility Cloak through the corridors. They wanted to find Snape, but not before Filch or Peeves found them.

"Why the Defense Against the Dark Arts room?" Hermione whispered when they neared the room, "Snape is head of Slytherin House. Wouldn't it be more logical that his quarters were in the dungeons?"

"I don't know." Harry replied, "Draco told me when we were in this area that he comes here to meet Snape frequently."

Harry and Hermione stopped at the bottom of the stairs leading to the classroom. Pulling the cloak off of them, he looked around anxiously. There weren't any doors around besides the DADA room. "SNAPE!" he shouted.

"Harry, what are you doing?" Hermione urgently whispered.

"I- I don't know where his room is, just that he's around here somewhere." Harry explained, suddenly feeling nervous by his lack of knowledge of Snape's precise whereabouts, "SNAPE!" he bellowed, again.

"If you keep shouting, you're going to attract Filch!" Hermione angrily whispered.

"Well, what else are we supposed to do?" Harry snarled, "SNAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPEEEE!"

"Potter!"

The Gryffindors spun around. Snape looked as flustered as ever with his wand aloft, the tip glowing, "Students out of bounds. I know that you believe you are above the rules, Potter. But, to actually call for me, are you now simply looking for additional detentions?"

"No, you don't understand." Harry pleaded. He ran up to Snape, his eyes swimming with desperation, "It's Dra-"

"That will be fifty points from Gryffindor!" Snape hissed.

"But-" Harry tried explaining.

"I suggest you go to bed immediately before you get yourself into even more trouble." Snape muttered in a monotone.

"But, sir!" Hermione quickly snapped. She ran right next to Harry, "Harry needs-"

"Silence!" Snape's black eyes flared, "That will be an additional fifty points for your unnecessary outburst. Now, go to-"

"PLEASE!" Harry begged, "Vol-"

"I have heard enough!" Snape snarled, "That will be another week of detention for you-"

"GIVE ME DETENTION FOR THE REST OF THE YEAR, THEN! I DON'T CARE!" Harry screamed, "VOLDEMORT HAS DRACO! HE'S TORTURING HIM!"

Snape's lips curled into a thin line. His eyes narrowed. He stood silent for a moment before finally saying, "And since when have you concerned yourself with Mr. Malfoy's welfare?"

"Does it really matter?" Harry asked, outraged, "I had one of those visions again, just like last year."

"Professor Dumbledore has informed me that the Dark Lord is currently using Occlumency against you. And, if I am not mistaken, you have been granted such information, as well." Snape explained with an indifferent tone, "Therefore, you must have just been experiencing a normal dream-"

"No! It wasn't just a dream. It was a vision. Draco is in trouble!" Harry's patience increasingly wore thin, "They were in the Malfoys' house. Voldemort was torturing him for information. He-"

"You do not speak the Dark Lord's name!" Snape hissed.

"Draco's your godson, isn't he?" Harry growled, "You're not going to let him suffer just because you hate me since you hated my father and godfather, are you?"

"I do not know how you've obtained such information. But, I do not suggest you speak down to me, Potter. Go to bed, now!"

"But-" Harry snapped.

"Harry, lets just go to bed." Hermione whispered, clutching Harry's arm.

"No! Not until I know Snape is going to-"

"What I do is none of your concern." Snape threateningly interrupted, "I'd advise you take Miss Granger's advice. If what you say is true, then this is business of the Order of the Phoenix. And you are not an Order member."

Harry scowled at Snape and let Hermione lead him back down the corridors, "You don't really think he's not going to do anything just to spite me, do you?" Harry asked when they were a good distance away from the Defense Against the Dark Arts room.

"Of course not." Hermione shook her head, "He wouldn't do anything to endanger Malfoy, I'm sure of it."

"But, he was being so rude. He wasn't taking me seriously." Harry grumbled.

"Look, Snape�s grudge against you is really immature. I'll admit that." Hermione calmly explained, "But, even if he's too proud to tell you, yes, I'm sure he will make sure that Malfoy is okay. If I thought that he wasn't going to help, then I wouldn't have insisted that we leave. He'll take care of it; I promise. He did say it was Order business, after all."

"Yeah." Harry sighed. His gaze remained against the floor. The duo did not speak as they walked back to the common room through the deathly silent corridors.

"I'm so sorry, Harry." Hermione broke the silence when they were back in the Gryffindor common room, "I said some really mean things."

"It's okay, Hermione." Harry spoke so low that he was barely audible, "I know I deserved a lot of it. And I'm sorry too; I wasn't just apologizing to have-"

Hermione embraced him, tightly, "Don't worry about it, Harry,� she whispered.

Harry firmly hugged her back. With his face resting against her shoulder, he heaved a deep breath.

"Are you going to be okay?" Hermione asked.

"I don't know." Harry whispered, "God, I'm so scared."

"You would feel it if he killed him, though; wouldn't you?" she asked, hoping to reassure him, "In your scar?"

"Yes." Harry whispered. His scar wasn't even prickling now. That thought lifted a huge weight out of Harry's stomach.

"See, then I'm sure Malfoy's fine." Hermione stepped back slightly with a smile on her face that seemed forced, but kind, "I bet Snape is taking care of it right now. We may not like him, but even you have to admit he's an extraordinary wizard."

Harry nodded with a sigh. He certainly hoped that Snape was an extraordinary wizard. If he saved Draco, Harry swore to himself that he'd take back anything bad he ever said or thought about Snape.

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Ron was absolutely ecstatic to see that Harry and Hermione were on speaking terms the following day. But, Harry just couldn't join in his enthusiasm. He was glad that Hermione wasn't angry with him anymore, sure. But, at the same time, he still couldn't help but feel worried over Draco.

As Harry had now resumed eating with them in the Great Hall, he couldn't help but notice the Slytherin table. Pansy Parkinson occasionally sent him loathsome looks, but the rest of the house didn't act out of the ordinary. There were no awkward stares, snickers, points or giggles. If Parkinson did know, then she decided to keep it to herself. And for now, he found that mildly relieving.

When Harry went to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, he was surprised to find Snape telling him to get out. Although, Harry explained that he still had to serve out his detentions, Snape insisted that he had told him the night previously that he was done. Harry felt sure he had said no such thing.

Utterly bewildered, he returned to the Gryffindor common room to explain. Hermione pulled him aside. She suggested that perhaps it was Snape's unconventional way of showing gratitude for Harry's tip off regarding his godson's well being. Ron said he should just be thankful.

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Harry�s breakfast plate remained full and untouched on Sunday morning. His eyes remained locked on the open windows. As Harry expected, owls came swooping through.

Hedwig stopped right in front of him, the Daily Prophet tied to her leg. Untying it, Harry took notice to her pecking at his plate of food, �Be my guest.� He said, watching her steal a sausage link before flying away.

Unfolding the Prophet, Harry�s eyes trailed vigilantly down the front page. His eyes affixed with determination, he turned the page, scanning the next just as intently as the first.

Three loud clanks sounded off the table, �Oi, Harry, Mum�s sent us all Easter gifts!� Ron exclaimed.

�One second.� Harry replied, flipping the page.

�He�s been doing that all week.� Harry overheard Ron whispering, �What�s that about?�

�Um. . .� He heard Hermione say, �No idea.�

Harry knew Hermione was fully aware of the truth. He had continually scanned the Daily Prophet since the night he had the vision concerning Draco. Surely, if he had been killed, it would be mentioned. He found the lack of Draco Malfoy's name listed anywhere a huge relief.

Folding the Prophet, Harry set it down next to his package. He pulled it toward him. When he pulled the ribbon off, the package�s top burst. A small firework exploded, the flickering flames forming to shape, �Happy Eater!� Harry certainly didn�t feel he needed caffeine to wake him up, anymore.

The package contained a variety of candy eggs and an assortment of pastries. Harry sighed. As grateful as he felt for Mrs. Weasley�s generosity, Harry felt anxious about the upcoming evening. The students that had left for the holidays would be returning.

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Ron's procrastination had caught up with him. He was so distracted with his piles of homework that Harry thought he could sneak out without any interrogation. He just forgot to factor in that Hermione was not distracted.

"Where do you think you're going?" Harry heard her call behind him when he had just snuck into the corridors.

"The students are returning, right now." Harry explained, slipping his invisibility cloak over his shoulders.

"Harry," Hermione sighed, "do you have to see him first thing? You don't think that will come off as a little d-"

"Desperate?" Harry finished, turning around to face her, "Yes, but not for the reason you're thinking. Look, I�m not going to approach him at all. I'm just going to remain under the Invisibility Cloak. I just have to see that he�s okay. You might not underst-"

"It's okay. You don't have to explain." The smile that drew across Hermione's face seemed forced. Her eyes wavered with empathy, "I do understand. Will you come back as soon as you see him?"

Harry nodded, then pulled the hood of the Invisibility Cloak over his head. He turned and proceeded down the corridors until he was just outside the great oak front doors.

A few of the thestral-drawn carriages were already unloading. They appeared to be first years, none of whom Harry recognized.

He saw Dean, Seamus, Neville and Luna exit one. Hannah, Susan, Ernie and Justin exited another. Parvati, Padma, Lavender and Mandy exited the third. He hadn't noticed any Slytherins. Harry sat down on the steps; his fingers rhythmically tapped the side of his knee.

More and more carriages filled the grounds. Hagrid led away the empty ones. There was another carriage that caught his eye. It stopped toward the back of lined up carriages. Harry didn't know why this one caught his eye but didn't question it, nonetheless.

Harry saw a tall, skinny figure with dirty blonde hair step out first. He lazily swung black robes over his shoulder that had a green inner lining. It was Vaisey. Harry immediately jumped to his feet. Two thicker figures emerged, Crabbe and Goyle. The Gryffindor bit his bottom lip in anticipation. The last figure stepped out of the carriage. Harry could make out his platinum blond hair. It was Draco Malfoy.

Harry sighed with relief. He felt so happy to see Draco alive and well. He just wanted to throw his invisibility cloak aside and run up to the blond and kiss him. But, Harry suppressed his impulsive desire. He felt confident that Draco wouldn't be too thrilled to display their affection in front of his friends. Not to mention, he intended on keeping his word to Hermione.

Harry found sleep that night much easier to come by now that he wasn't worrying about Draco. But, he did find himself curious about the vision he had a few nights ago. He had been so sure it was a vision and definitely not just a dream. But, if Draco was okay, did that mean the image was fake? Or, perhaps, was Snape able to intervene in time? The last thing Harry thought before he fell to sleep was that he would ask Draco about it tomorrow.

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A/N: Ero- Lol, you don't have to. It was a compliment. :D Thank you! ^.^ Snape will actually be elaborated on more next chapter.
SpaceToy- Thank you very much! I'm glad you like it. :) Yay for Dom!Draco love! :D Harry's bravery will actually be coming out very shortly, but maybe not in the way you're thinking. ^.^;; I hope it comes off well.
Everybody else. Thank you for bearing with me, especially in times of delays. I'm sorry. ^.^; Your reviews make me so happy! :D And you can all breathe sighs of relief. Draco's alive. lol
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