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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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QUESTIONS?

The room was quite. The room was so quite you could have heard a pin drop. For a total of two
minutes there was no sound, not even of breathing. No sound at all.

And then all hell broke loose.

“Bloody hell! Are you out of your mind?”

“Library!”

“Professor do you think that that is wise?”

“Wise! Of course not. He’s lost his bloody head.”

“Oh, and I suppose that you haven’t? Yelling like a banshee won’t help you any.”

“Mr. Weasley, Mr. Malfoy calm down.”

“You stupid bloody git.”

“Get out of my face Weasel.”

“Draco!”

“Shut up, FERRET Boy.”

“Ron!”

~`*`~

Harry let them rant and rave. He was too tired. He got up slowly and walked to the other side of the
room to get away from the yelling. His head was hurting terribly and he just wanted to get some
sleep.

He stopped at the window at the back of the room and stared out into the night sky. He could see the
Quidditch Pitch from where he was standing and in the moonlight it looked eerie. He stared out the
window his mind wandering.

He wondered if Snape had made it to the Dursley’s in time to save them. He didn’t know why he
cared. They had never actually done anything for him unless they were afraid of getting in trouble.
Like the time that they had taken him to the emergency room after Vernon had “disciplined” him.
They’d only done that because Petunia couldn’t stop the bleeding and they were afraid he was going
to die. Hell, so had he come to think of it. He still had the scar on his back to remind him. But that
didn’t mean he wanted them dead. Hurt maybe, but not dead.

He sighed as he looked out the window. God, this was turning out to be the worst week of his short
miserable life. Not only was he going to have to work with his enemy to defeat his worst enemy, he
had to work with the person he was slowly falling for. Too bad they were he same person.

Damn it! Get a hold of yourself and quit the pity party.

I thought I told you to go away.

I can’t you idiot. I am you.

Look just leave me alone right now ok?

And why should I leave the Great Harry Potter alone? It’s like cutting off my nose to spite
my face.

Huh?

Never mind. Just quit pitying yourself and look on the bright side.

There is no bright side moron.

You mean working so close with the one you love doesn’t have a bright side? Funny? I
thought it did.

Shut up!

No wait. You might have a point.

Don’t I always.

Would you just go away and let me think!

Humph! Fine be that way!

Harry shook his head willing the voice to go away. Maybe he should ask Hermione if there was a
way to get rid of the voice. Shit! he was tired and hungry and damn it he wanted out of it all!

~`*`~

Neville, Crabbe and Goyle had stayed out of the yelling match. They sat to the side watching as both
Malfoy and Ron stood in front of the Headmaster yelling into each other’s face. Hermione was
trying to get in between them on one side and Pansy was trying to get in between them on the other.
Neville saw that Harry was missing and glancing around saw him standing at the back of the room,
lost in thought, staring out of the window. Neville got up to see if he was all right.

Suddenly both girls caught the others eye and seeing the amusement in them, both turned and sat
back down to watch the show.

Hermione looked closely at the girl sitting opposite her. She had seen her go over to the desk and
though she had not heard the argument, she was surprised at how quick Ron and Pansy had lapsed
into an intelligent conversation. She had heard the ‘You’re R! and You’re P!’ so she had a pretty
good idea that they were each the counterpart of the other. Oh the possibilities, she thought. She
glanced around and saw Harry standing at the back of the room, lost in thought, staring out of the
window. Neville was walking over to him so she turned her attention back to the scene in front of
her, well aware of the girl next to her watching her.

Pansy had been watching the other girl as well. From her sources she knew that this girl and the red
haired boy yelling at her best friend had been an item. What she didn’t know was if they still were.
Why it mattered to her she didn’t have a clue. She flinched as she heard another nasty insult flung at
Draco. She wondered why he just didn’t hex the Weasel into next week but knew that the
headmaster probably wouldn’t like that. If it were up to her, she would have blocked everyone in the
room from performing magic before even walking in. Maybe that was why the old coot was sitting
there patiently watching the two boys’ confrontation.

~`*`~

Neville walked quietly up to Harry. He knew that to startle him when he was like this would
probably get him sent back to the hospital wing. Last time it had taken him two days to recover from
whatever hex Harry had used on him.

“Harry;” Neville said softly trying to draw him out of his pensive mood.

“Yeah Neville,” Harry said with another sigh turning to look at his friend.

“You o.k.?”

“Will be soon,” was Harry’s only reply before turning to stare out of the window again.

~`*`~

“You stupid slimy”

“Slimy I’ll have you know I”

“Boys that will be enough!” The headmaster did not shout but the force and volume of his voice
broke the two apart though they still glared at each other they did stop yelling.

“I asked for questions not insults Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Weasley. Now if you have no legitimate
questions shall we head for bed?” Dumbledore smiled at them.

“Professor?” Hemione asked hesitantly, not wanting to get the two boy’s yelling again.

“Yes Ms. Granger?”

“Why?” She didn’t feel that she needed to say anything else. That question was the only one that
should be asked in her opinion.

Dumbledore smiled at her nodding his head in agreement with her unspoken thought. “I have
already answered that question Ms. Granger, but let me elaborate. Your two teams have both been
working towards the same thing: getting rid of Voldemort. Sometimes, though not often, it happens
that you end up working against each other. When this was started it was not meant to evolve into
what each of you have now. But what we have now is becoming ineffective. Separately you no
longer can get the job done. But by bringing the two groups together we hope to have much more, oh
so much more.”

Hermione was nodding her head thoughtfully. Ron and Malfoy had stopped yelling and were
listening to Dumbeldore. Crabbe and Goyle were watching and listening. Pansy was shaking her
head, she didn’t agree.

“No. Professor. I don’t think that that is it, is it? Well not entirely all of it. There is something that
you are not telling us.” Pansy said watching the Headmaster for any signs that he was withholding
information. She knew he was but for the life of her she couldn’t figure out what. And she had a
feeling that he was not going to tell them whatever it was that they needed to know.

“Yes, Ms. Parkinson, you are correct. That is not all. But that is all that will be told to you tonight.
The rest will have to be learned.” Dumbledore said the twinkle in his eye getting brighter. He
wondered if any of them would get his hint? Or recognize it when it happened.

“But..” Both Pansy and Hermione stuttered out at the same time.

“No, come now it is time for bed. I will let Filch know that you were out with my permission.”

~`*`~

Harry and Neville both heard Dumbledore yell at Ron and Draco to get them to shut up and turned
to look. Harry smiled when he heard Hermione ask her question. Leave it up to her to be the one to
ask, he thought with a faint smile. He was surprised at the answer that the Headmaster gave, though
upon thinking on it he agreed with him. Things lately just hadn’t been flowing right.

He stiffened at Pansy’s question and the anger coursed through him again at the response. Why, if
something involved them, couldn’t he tell us? What was going to happen now?

Why couldn’t he have at least a week were nothing happened. Absolutely nothing. It was his fondest
wish.

Pity Party sang out the voice.

Oh shut up

You know, if you would listen to me instead of telling me to shut up all the time, we might get
some things accomplished. Like getting that blonde over there in a very compromising
position!

Wha...oh God! Just go away!

~`*`~

Harry turned to Neville and said, “Get the others. Go to bed. I have to talk to Dumbledore. Tell Ron
I will talk to him later and to please, don’t be mad.”

Neville nodded and went to talk to the others.

Harry turned and looked out the window wondering to himself what was so fascinating out there.

~`*`~

Ron didn’t want to leave Harry there but when Hermione started to get angry and pulling him out of
the room he finally left. Harry stood there and ignored everything, lost in his thoughts.

Finally alone in the room, Harry dropped his head into his hands and slowly sank down the wall he
had been leaning against to sit in a heap on the floor.

~`*`~

Draco had made the others leave after a brief conversation with them. Pansy had been reluctant to
leave him alone in the room with Harry but couldn’t tell him why. He had to threaten her to make
her leave. The Gryffindors had left giving each of them a dirty look. But they had finally left when
the Mudblood had pulled the Weasel by the ear out the door.

He watched as Harry slid down the wall to the floor with his head in his hands. He obviously
thought he was alone in the room because Draco didn’t think that he would do that in front of
someone. Using the stealth that had gotten him around the castle without detention, Draco walked
up to Harry and stood waiting for him to notice he wasn’t alone.

Harry sighed, “What do you want Malfoy?” He asked, not even looking up.

Draco started. He was good, he thought. “Pity party, Potter. Funny I didn’t take you for one to
indulge in them,” he drawled.

Harry looked up in surprise. How did he know? Wait, he couldn’t know this was just Malfoy.

Harry grimaced, “Leave it be Malfoy okay?”

“No,” Malfoy said, “what happened up there?” He said bluntly.

Harry growled but Malfoy went on as if he couldn’t tell he was in danger.

“I mean. Fainting Potter. Come on I thought you were stronger than that.”

“You have no idea what you are talking about Malfoy, so why don’t you just leave and save your
voice, cause I’m not interested in anything you have to say.” Harry ground out, his head was
pounding.

Malfoy squatted down so that he was eye level with Harry. Smirking at him he said, “I only have
one thing to say to you Potter, stay out of our way and stay away from Pansy.”

“That’s two things Malfoy.” Harry stated the obvious.

Draco sneered at Harry, “They mean the same thing.”

“Do they?”

“Yes, they do.”

“I won’t if she asks.” Harry softly said.

“She won’t.” Malfoy said angrily.

“Won’t she?” Harry said, “are you sure? Is that what is really bothering you, Malfoy? That she will
ask for my help or that she will accept it when I offer? Because I will offer Malfoy.”

“Stay out of it Potter.”

Harry sighed, “I can’t Malfoy haven’t you guessed that yet.”

“What, the Great Harry Potter can’t mind his own business? Geesh, Potter why don’t you grow up.
Let others live their life and you live yours.” Malfoy snarled.

“I don’t have a life or haven’t you heard.”

“What the hell is that suppose to mean?”

“Nothing.” Harry got up to leave. “Look Malfoy just drop it.” Harry said as he walked away.

Draco reached out and grabbed Harry’s arm to stop him from walking away. “What is that suppose
to mean, Potter?”

Harry stopped and turned to glare at the silver haired boy holding his arm. “Let me go Malfoy,” he
snarled coldly.

“Not until you tell me what you meant Potter.” Malfoy replied just as coldly.

“I don’t have to tell you anything Malfoy. Now remove your hand from my arm or I will remove it
for you.”

“Tell me.” Malfoy snapped.

“No.”

“Tell. Me. Now!” Malfoy said and with each word he stepped closer to Harry until they were
standing in front of each other with only their breath separating them. They were the same height
though Malfoy was a little bigger in width than Harry was. They stood there nose to nose as they
both breathed heavily from their anger.

Harry jerked his arm out of Malfoy’s grip sending him off balance. Before he could regain it Harry
was halfway to the door.

“Stay out of it Malfoy.” Harry said before he exited the room.

Malfoy watched as Harry practically ran from the room.

There you go again pushing him away.

I did not.

Yes you did. Harry doesn’t need anger. He will tell you nothing that way.

So, what do I do then?

You kill em with kindness. That’s what you do. And while you are at it you can get him in
bed.

What you’re crazy!

UUmm, hello! I am you. If I’m crazy so are you.

Well maybe we are crazy.

Laughter Maybe we are.

Ah shut up!

“You’ll tell me Potter. I will find out.” Draco vowed as he too left the training room to go to his bed.

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Enjoy!

LMG
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