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Crossing Lines	By : KJmom827 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 11000 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The next few days were torturous for Draco. He was uneasy about his impending visit to Malfoy Manor, he was discomfited that he had admitted to being scared, but most of all, he was missing Harry. His fantasies just didn't hold the allure they once had, not when the real thing was just grazing the tips of his fingers.

He could have had just about anything he wanted the other night. Harry had been the one to come to him, Harry had pretty much asked for more, but Draco had been reluctant. He wanted to show Harry everything he knew about pleasure, but he wanted Harry to like him for more than just that. So, he'd refrained from throwing the innocent boy to the floor and having his wicked way with him.

He worked hard to keep a neutral facial expression during the couple classes they shared. They did manage several secret smiles though, and every single time Draco's pixies would swarm full-force. He loved the feeling even though every time it happened he had to push his father's rants about weakness out of his head.

He was a mess and he knew it. For so long he'd fought his attraction to Harry and lived by his father's rules. It was more than a little disconcerting to do exactly the opposite now, but it was liberating. For the first time in his whole like he felt like himself rather than a younger version of Lucius Malfoy.

He was to leave the castle at eight o'clock Friday night. The Headmaster had received a letter requesting Draco's return home for the weekend as well and would escort him just outside the anit-apparition field of the school. He would be given a portkey tuned to deliver him to Malfoy Manor. The same portkey would be used to bring him back to Hogwarts at five o'clock on Sunday. His only hope was that he would be able to gather enough useful information so as not to have to return. He still didn't know what his father's plans were for him, but he didn't intend to fulfill them.

At lunch on Friday he scrawled a hasty request for Harry to meet him behind the owlery at six o'clock if the other boy could get away long enough. The only problem was getting the letter to Harry without being noticed. He could drop it in Harry's bag, but he had no way of being sure he would find it. He was still trying to figure out the best method of delivery when he stopped to visit the loo on the way to study hall.

The ginger head at the sink was enough to make him want to turn right around and leave, full bladder or not. As he was about to take that course of action the door creaked and slammed drawing the attention of one Ronald Weasley.

He expected vitriol or the gnashing of teeth. What he received was much more disturbing. It was a simple nod of the head.

"Malfoy," As if he hadn't just politely greeted the bane of his existence, he went right on washing his hands. Draco was shocked into submission, which was nothing short of a miracle.

"Weasley," With a nod of his own head and a thoroughly confused expression, he stepped up to the urinal and unzipped his trousers.

"You make him happy, you know. Do you know how often he smiles now? Sometimes he smiles just starring off into space, which is highly unusual for him. Everyone just knows he's seeing someone, some nice girl in another house and he's smitten with her."

He could hardly believe it, but the way Ron was talking, the boy obviously knew about his relationship with Harry. Or his possible, maybe pending, relationship with Harry, as it were. Harry hadn't told him anyone knew, least of all Ronald Weasley. That boy couldn't keep his trap shut if his life depended on it. He wasn't jealous of an experimental snog, no, he was just upset that he hadn't been made aware of Ron's knowledge. The thick fingers squeezing his heart, however, told another story.

"He told you?"

"Nah, wouldn't have done, but he couldn't lie when I told him I already knew," He looked overly proud of his deduction skills, "Don't worry, your secret's safe with me. The backlash from something like that isn't something I want to deal with just yet. No, just thought I needed to let you know that if you hurt him, in any way, well, I might just try out a couple unforgivables," Ah, but two could play that game, and he had a point to make here as well.

"Fair enough, but the same goes for you if I find out your lips have been anywhere near his again," Ron jerked as if he'd been slapped. Oh yes, it was good to be the one delivering the blow.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't play stupid with me, Weasel. Though that state of being is normal for you, it's not going to work for this. I know and I can't say I'm too pleased with it."

"Jealous, Malfoy?" The derision he felt from the other boy seemed sour and out of place, but he supposed even the goody-goodies could hit their mark on occasion. Lying would do him no good here, so he didn't try.

"Yes, and I can be quite… unreasonable when I am, so don't give me any more reason to be."

"You don't have anything to worry about, it was a favor and nothing more," He thought he might get lucky and Ron would leave it at that, he should have known better, "Was nice though," He was prepared to launch himself physically at the other boy when a smile inched it's way over his adversary's face.

"I'm only having you on, Malfoy, relax. He's all yours, I just hope you're serious about all of this."

Again, honestly was the only way to go, "I am, very serious, so it'd be in your best interests not to 'have me on' about such things."

"Point taken. Well, I've got to get to class, wish I could say it was nice talking to you, but I'm no liar," His hand was almost on the door handle when Draco had a small epiphany, this was his chance to get his letter to Harry.

"Weasley," He pulled the letter out and extended his hand, "Do you think you might be able to get this to Harry without losing the bloody thing?"

"It's so weird to hear you call him that," Ron took the letter, but didn't exit the loo, "I think I haven't had enough strangeness today, so if you want this to get to Harry, you're going to have to do something for me.

Draco could just imagine any number of humiliating things Weasley might request, but he'd probably comply, he did very much want to see Harry before he left.

"What's it to be, Weasel?"

"Oh, nothing big, and it never has to leave this room, it's more for my own satisfaction than anything," Draco was a little unnerved by the practically evil grin that was slowing forming.

"Well, out with it, I don't have all day."

"Oh, I just want you to ask nicely and call me by my first name," Well, that wasn't so bad, now was it? All the scenarios he'd been dreaming slid away and he answered with his own smile and the requested words.

"Ron, would you be so kind as to see that Harry gets this? Please?" Not so bad at all, even if his tongue did stumble over the other boy's given name slightly.

"Sure thing, ferret. See ya around, but hopefully not too often," With that Ron was gone and Draco was left shaking his head at the fact that Ron's entreaty for courtesy had apparently been a one-way street.
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