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The End Shall Come, And We Will Dance Forever	By : makochan0217 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6655 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Disclaimers: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling, Scholastic Publishing, and Warner Bros. I make nothing from this. In fact, I lose money to write this, so… no suing, ‘kay?

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Disclaimers: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling, Scholastic Publishing, Warner Bros, and some other companies that are NOT me. I make nothing from this. In fact, I lose money to write this, so… no suing, ‘kay?

Warnings: Angst, language, OOC, 7th year timeline based upon OotP – Disregarding HBP and DH, slash

A/N: The spell listed here is one of my own making. Please don’t take it without asking first and giving credit. Juntar means to join two things together.

Chapter Eleven – Life Less Frightening

Draco whispered the password to the gargoyle and watched, bored, as it jumped aside, revealing the spiral staircase to the Headmaster’s office. It was Saturday and time for their weekly meeting. After the last few letters he’d received from his father and his aunt both, he was starting to regret his decision to confide in the old man the way he was. Although he’d told Dumbledore that he had no illusions about where his mother’s loyalties were, she was still his mother and he loved her greatly. However, there was the benefit of getting close to Potter to contend with. And Severus’ mysterious communications that Potter was the only one worth staying loyal to...

In other words, he was conflicted. And if there was one thing that Draco hated more than not getting his way, it was being conflicted. That meant that he wasn’t certain, and Draco’s life had always been certain.

Steeling himself for another exercise in holding his temper, Draco knocked on the door and waited until he heard Dumbledore beckon him in before entering. “Ah, my boy, how are you this week?”

“I am fine, Headmaster,” he replied, sitting in one of the chairs in front of the man’s desk. He took a good look at the Headmaster and sighed inwardly. The man looked tired, worn down, ancient. It was not something that really inspired confidence in the younger man, but he still had his true hopes buried with Harry Potter, so the leader of the Light side was inconsequential in the long run. “Things with P-Harry and Longbottom continue to improve.”

“Glad to hear it. Now, in regards to your father’s letters about the Christmas holidays,” Dumbledore started, blue eyes gaining some life as they sat comfortably. “I’m not sure that that would be wise for you.”

“I can keep my family from discovering our conversations. I was taught both Occlumency and Legilimency by my aunt.”

“I understand that, Draco. It is not your family that I am worried about this time. I know that you have been telling Voldemort and Lucius about your friendship with Harry in the vaguest of terms, but I have reason to believe that they will not be happy with all that has transpired. I cannot guarantee your safety if you return to them, nor can I see you being allowed to leave their watchful eyes afterwards.”

“I had wondered about that, sir.”

“How would you feel about staying here for the break then?” The old man gave him what was supposed to be a kind, reassuring smile, but it only set Draco’s hackles up. “Harry will, of course, be staying here, and I’m sure he would welcome the company.”

“I will think about that, sir, but I don’t see how my father would approve of it. He would be greatly disappointed if I do not return. I do not wish for that to happen. Who knows what would happen to my mother if it did?”

“Speaking of, have you heard from your mother lately?”

“No, sir, I have not.” Even though Lucius told him that he would have his mother write to him, and Draco sent the letter of congratulations to her, she had yet to send him any letters, and that greatly worried him. ‘Have they already killed her and just haven’t bothered to tell me?’ “I believe that it is possible that she has been ‘taken care of’, regardless of what my father and Aunt Bella say.”

“Well, let’s hope that that is not the case,” Dumbledore said distractedly. “There is no reason to think the worst right now. However, I really would prefer if you would remain here at Hogwarts. As you are seventeen now, it is your decision whether you stay or go.”

Draco blinked, trying to keep his face blank as he thought. He’d nearly forgotten in his desperation to be removed from his hellish house that he was an adult in the eyes of the Ministry now. ‘I can stay here… and Father would have to respect that decision… or at least he would have to try and find a great reason to disregard my wishes. And I don’t think that he or the Dark Lord, either one, is quite ready to face Dumbledore just yet. Excellent.’

He allowed a small smile to grace his lips. “I believe I shall stay over break, Headmaster.”

“Wonderful, my boy, absolutely,” the old man replied with a smile that seemed to take off half his age. “Now, is there anything else that you need to speak to me about?”

“Actually, sir, there is. There is a certain redheaded Gryffindor stirring up trouble…”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Neville sighed in frustration as he watched both Harry and Malfoy at their table in the library. Supposedly, the three boys were studying for a Defense test slated for the next day. Truthfully, the other two were trying very hard not to touch or look at one another and spent most of the time making their comments to him instead of each other. This had gone on for the last month, and the normally shy brunet was about to tear his hair out. “Look, Harry, Malfoy, this isn’t working out.”

Both boys looked up at him, grey and green eyes showing concern and unfeigned ignorance. He really didn’t want to do this, but if he didn’t… Well, it wasn’t going to go that far. “None of us are actually studying, and it’s not really all that surprising.”

“What do you mean, Nev?” Harry asked, running a hand through his messy hair.

“Yes, Longbottom, what do you mean?” Malfoy drawled.

“You two, you’re driving me insane.” Again, he was only given looks of confusion, but the blond appeared to be getting a little angry. “It’s obvious to me that there is something between you two and if you don’t sort it out, then…” He couldn’t finish that statement. He didn’t know what he could say that would fix it, but this wasn’t something he was going to turn tail and hide from either.

“There’s nothing between us,” Harry said awkwardly. The faint blush on his friend’s cheeks was only proving his point though.

“Really, you’re seeing things,” Malfoy said, his usual cavalier attitude failing him miserably.

“Just. Stop. You’re both lying, and doing a shit job of it, by the way.” Neville sighed heavily, wishing he was anywhere but there at that moment. “I am an empath. I know what’s going on. Now, it’s time for the two of you to act like grown-ups and stop ignoring what’s wrong.”

Brown eyes bored into Harry’s green, and his friend squirmed under his glare. “You’re a Gryffindor, Harry. We’re supposed to be brave. Act like it.” A snicker from the other side had him turning on the blond. “And you, you’re the Slytherin Prince. And you’re acting more cowardly than I thought possible. You’re two of the most powerful wizards in the school, of our year, and yet here you both are, acting like some hopeless Hufflepuffs, afraid to say anything because you don’t want to admit that you might just like one another!”

‘There, that’ll shut them both up.’ And in truth, it had. They were both sitting there with their mouths most unattractively hanging open, eyes widened in fear, and blushes so red that they matched the piping of Harry’s uniform and tie. Malfoy seemed like he was going to recover, but Madam Pince’s shrill voice silenced them all.

“Neville Longbottom, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, you will remove yourselves from this library, now.”

All three boys scrambled to gather their belongings and leave the woman’s domain. And just as Harry and Malfoy were sneaking off in different directions, Neville gathered his wits, raised his wand and whispered a spell. “Juntarus.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Harry wasn’t sure if he wanted to die of mortification at the fact that a band of green magic had just joined his hand to one of Draco’s, or if he wanted to beat his friend senseless. However, when he looked down, all he saw was alabaster skin practically molded into his tawny-golden hand. And the Slytherin’s hand was warm and slightly damp, as if he was nervous. He knew his face was still red and his heart was pounding away in his chest, but a part of him was rejoicing at being this close to his former rival. He just wasn’t sure how said rival was taking this.

“Longbottom, remove this, now,” Draco said through clenched teeth.

“Sorry, no can do, Malfoy,” Neville replied merrily. “You and Harry need to settle this so we can get back to more important things, and I’d like to go one day without a blinding headache, thank you very much.”

“Finite Incantatum!” Harry lowered his holly wand and sighed when nothing happened. “Neville, take this thing off.”

“Not until you two talk!” His friend’s normally inviting and pleasant face was scrunched up in disgust. “I won’t eavesdrop, but handle this, Harry! You can come find me when you have. And don’t bother lying, because I’ll know.” And just like that, Neville stormed away, and Harry was stuck to Draco with no recourse.

“Oh, just bloody wonderful,” Draco sneered, shaking their joined hands violently. “And I can’t even stop holding your fucking hand like some love sick Hufflepuff either!”

Suddenly, the humor of the situation caught up with Harry and he began laughing. “And what in Merlin’s beard is so funny, Potter!”

Harry let his laughs die down to an occasional snicker before he bothered answering. “Just this whole thing, Draco… We got bested. By Neville.”

“I do see some sort of perverse humor in that, but I am not amused.” The blond tried to sneer, but his lips were too busy turning up into a tiny smile. But that died all too quickly. “What do you think Longbottom meant?”

Harry shook his head, his eyes still staring longingly at the blond’s pink full lips. “Not here,” he breathed, noticing again how very warm the other’s hand was in his own.

Draco seemed to realize what Harry was trying to say and pulled them into a nearby classroom. Harry hastily shut the door behind them and made sure to cast both Locking and Silencing charms before they began speaking. “So?”

Harry whetted his suddenly dry lips. “So…”

“What was that outburst all about?”

“I guess it was pretty straight forward.”

“Did you know that he was empathic?”

“Not a clue, but a few other things make sense now that I know what they stem from.”

“Great, now you can translate Longbottom. Just what I needed.”

“I didn’t say that I could! And there’s no reason to act like such a prat, Draco!”

“Oh, really, Harry,” the blond drawled, making the Gryffindor shiver at the use of his personal name. “There is every reason to be upset. First of all, I just got yelled at, by Neville Longbottom, about how to behave like a proper Slytherin. Then, I was kicked out of the library, one of the few places where it is safe for me to be, outside of my own room. And last, but certainly not least, I was magically joined to the Boy Who Wouldn’t Die! I do believe that that is cause for me to be pissed.”

“Fine, be pissed, but he has a point!”

“Oh, really, do enlighten me then.”

Harry squeezed the hand he was holding and shoved them in the blond’s face. “This happened because we obviously have more than just a few unresolved issues!”

Draco blinked, grey eyes staring intently at Harry’s face and making him flush, but not in anger this time. “Perhaps,” he admitted quietly.

“So, what do we do about this?” Harry whispered, suddenly feeling extremely nervous. He was alone, with Draco, in a locked and silenced classroom, and no one knew where they were. The entire situation made it decidedly harder to breathe normally and he felt a familiar and unwelcomed tightening in his trousers. “It’s not like we can walk around like this.”

“We talk, obviously,” Draco drawled. Harry looked up and noticed that the other boy’s flush was now taking up his whole face and moving down his neck.

“O-okay.”

The silence was deafening, making the pounding of Harry’s heart sound like a jackhammer. He looked up again and saw Draco’s pink tongue reach out to lick his lips. Harry’s erection twitched and he swallowed uncomfortably. ‘This isn’t working,’ he thought miserably. ‘I feel like I’m about to have a heart attack or come in my pants. I’m not sure which is worse right now.’

His thoughts were cut off as the blond stepped closer, and Harry could feel the heat the other teen’s body was generating. “I’d like to kiss you,” Draco whispered.

“Wh-what? N-” His protests were cut off by a soft pressure against his mouth, which he hesitantly returned. He was rewarded by a soft moan from Draco and a deepening of the kiss. Those indulgent, sweet lips pressed harder and the lithe body they were attached to practically molded onto Harry’s own, making him whimper in arousal. “St-stop…”

Draco’s silver eyes slowly slid open, desire and heat burning brightly. “Do you really want me to, Harry?” he purred. His free left hand ghosted across the front of Harry’s robes, sending shocks of pleasure through the Gryffindor’s body.

“Yes,” Harry whispered, a sickening feeling creeping up his throat from how needy he sounded.

“I don’t think you do,” Draco responded. “I think you want more than that.”

“Why… why are you doing this to me?”

“Because I want you.”

Harry blinked, not having really expected such an honest answer or the earnest tone that accompanied it. “Wh-what?”

“You heard me, and I am not in the habit of repeating myself.” Ah, there was the sneering, imperious voice he’d learn to accept when dealing with his Slytherin counterpart. “Longbottom is correct, much as it shames me to admit that. We have been dancing around one another for far too long. Tell me, do you want me to leave?”

“Leave?” Somewhere, along the way, Harry’s ability to form full thoughts of his own had been abandoned, and he flushed in embarrassment at the way Draco made him feel inferior.

“Yes, I can guarantee you this,” Draco said, his voice low and cutting, eyes dangerously narrowed, all traces of arousal and intimacy gone. “If I leave this school, I will not return. I will be forced into His service, whether I wish it or no. Snape and Dumbledore both know this. And so do you, if you thought beyond the fact that I make you uncomfortable.”

“You don’t!” His blush deepened and he cleared his throat. “Make me uncomfortable, that is. I mean, you do, but…”

A pale brow rose as Draco placed his left hand on a slender hip. “But?”

“I… uh… like… er… it.”

“I see.” Draco sighed heavily and leaned his head against Harry’s shoulder suddenly. “Potter, we can’t deny this. I’m too tired to fight you and the entire school and my desires and my father and the Dark Lord all at the same time.”

Harry swallowed nervously, his right hand slowly coming around the other boy’s back. “What can I do?”

“Make me forget, something, anything, all of it.” Silver eyes hesitantly rose to meet his own, and Harry’s breath caught at the desperation he saw there. “Kiss me.”

TBC

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