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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 was beta'd by PrettyPinkDepression and QuixoticContradiction, to whom I am eternally thankful. :D

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Moonlight cascaded across the top of the Forbidden Forest. A thin fog cloaked the top of the trees, giving the forest an ominous ghost-like appearance. He could see the entire grounds from a small window in his office that overlooked the terrain. His black eyes stared into the distance, implying his mindset to be miles away from there.

A light knock on the door broke the stark silence. "Come in," Snape said dully.

He turned around to see the top of a blond head; his clothing appeared slightly loose on him. Snape furrowed his brow, "I told you over the Holidays to report to my office the moment you arrived, did I not? I have been waiting nearly four hours."

"It's not my fault, okay?" Draco raised his head with a frown. He closed the door behind him.

"Sit," Snape ordered, walking over to his desk.

With a sigh, Draco walked over to the desk, sitting down opposite Snape. Snape remained standing next to his own chair.

"What you did over the holidays was very foolish," Snape said. He began pacing behind his desk. "Using Occlumency against me is one thing. But, to actually attempt it on the Dark Lord. . ."

"I didn't!" Draco snarled.

"Yes, you did!" Snape hissed, coming to a halt. He faced Draco; leaning forward slightly and resting his palms against the desk. "Do not lie to me. You could have been killed. I assure you, had I not arrived in time, you and your family would be dead. You are very lucky the Dark Lord holds me among his highest rankings."

"You already gave me this lecture, Severus." Draco scowled.

"I am a teacher to your pupil. Until you are of age, you will address me as such," Snape said. Draco merely rolled his eyes. "The situation is more severe than you realize. Potter saw."

"Potter saw what?" Draco shook his head slightly and lifted his shoulders for a moment. "What does he have to do with this?"

"Everything!" Snape shouted, standing back up so he could resume his pacing. "Potter saw the Dark Lord torturing you. Did you think it was merely coincidence that I appeared at the Manor just in time to convince the Dark Lord to spare you?"

"But, how could he-" Draco stopped. His eyes intently latched to the floor as if he were in deep thought. "Does that mean he knows about the. . ."

"No," Snape said, stopping and sitting on his chair. He turned it to face Draco. "Luckily, he appeared oblivious to that fact. But, the more pressing issue is that he could see into the Dark Lord's mind. I didn't believe it when he told me. I didn't want to. But, I learned as soon as I arrived at the Manor that he truly did."

"He can see into the Dark Lord's mind?" Draco looked up at Snape, his grey eyes blinking in confusion. "But- . . . But, how?"

"Very few are privy to the knowledge that his and the Dark Lord's minds are linked," Snape explained. "I should not be telling you this, but I must for your family's safety."

"Does the Dark Lord know that he saw it?" Draco asked, lightly biting onto his bottom lip.

"He does not," Snape said. "I kept this information hidden as it could put you in great jeopardy. That Dark Lord is, however, aware that his and Potter's minds are linked. He has been using Occlumency against Potter for quite some time, which leads me to my point.

�No one, not one wizard--no matter how great--should be able to break through Occlumency used by the Dark Lord. There are only two reasons that Potter could have possibly broken through: The first would be if the Dark Lord let his guard down. But, I assure you, that is not the case. The second," Snape fell silent for a moment, "is if Potter had a powerful attachment. . . to you."

"What?!" Draco's eyes widened, "That's absurd. . ."

"Is it?" Snape asked, narrowing his eyes and standing back up, "This is the reason I requested you come here. What exactly have you been doing for him to have such an emotional attachment to you?"

"I did exactly as I was told!" Draco snarled, abruptly standing.

"You were ordered not to use magic-"

"And I didn't!" Draco shouted, "I got what he wanted. Why does it matter?"

"It matters because I suspect that the feeling is mutual!" Snape roared.

"That's. . . that's mad. You're mad." Draco replied meekly.

"Am I?" Snape hissed. "Tell me exactly what you did."

"No," Draco said, looking at the window. "I'm sick of this. I didn't want to do this. This is all my Auntie Bella's fault!"

"Yes, you're Auntie Bella is so desperate to restore your families' honor, she doesn't mind risking her own nephews� life along the way. . ." Snape smirked. "Oh, what a delight it must be to be related to her. Don't get me wrong, Draco. I found her self-desire and immediate willingness to volunteer you over the Christmas holidays quite appalling and irrational, but what the Dark Lord says is law. If he were to find out about your feelings-"

"I don't have any feelings for Potter!" Draco screamed. "I hate him!"

"I used to believe that." Snape said, "If you truly do not care for him then you will tell me exactly what you did."

Draco dropped his face into his hands. He spoke quietly, his voice slightly muffled against his hands, but Snape could still hear what he said: "I'm not telling you. It's done. That's all that matters. . ."

Snape drew his wand, briskly walking around the desk. He pointed his wand at Draco, who looked up right as Snape said, "Legilimens!"

FLASH!

At first, all he could see was pure darkness. A light dimly throbbed, revealing two boys for a fraction of a second.

FLASH!

Draco clutched his chest, gasping for breath.

"It is difficult to use Occlumency when you're overcome with emotion, Draco," Snape said in a monotone. "That is why it is recommended that you clear your mind every night. Surely, your Auntie told you that. . ."

"Fuck you!" Draco snarled. He harshly kicked the chair over and stormed to the door, aggressively wiping away the single tear running down his cheek.

Snape glowered, waving his wand at the door. The lock sounded right as Draco grabbed the knob. Marching over to him, Snape grabbed Draco's collar and forcefully pulled him around to face him, "You are to never speak to me like that!" he snarled, speckles of saliva shooting from his mouth.

He kept his hand tightly gripped on Draco's collar. Thrusting him back, Snape hostilely pinned Draco against the door. He pointed the wand at his face, "Legilimens."

FLASH!

Once again, he could only see pure darkness. Another light throbbed, revealing more than it had previously. He saw Draco wrap his hands around the base of Harry's head. Draco leaned toward him with his eyes closed before the image faded to pure darkness.

FLASH!

Snape let go of Draco, letting the blond fall to the floor like a giant loose heap. He stood with his mouth hanging open in complete silence for a few moments before he finally spoke. "That is what you did?! Such a remedial task, and that is what you did? I doubt the Dark Lord told you to do that."

Draco's head slumped. He aggressively grabbed onto blond chunks of hair on the top of his head, "I didn't know what to do! It was the only thing I could think of!"

"I very well hope you are going to end this," Snape hissed.

"I am!" Draco shouted. "I only did it because I had to, not because I wanted to!"

Snape reached down and grabbed the shoulder of Draco's shirt, lifting his arm and forcing him to stand. "I hope, for your sake, that you are not lying. Do you know what the Dark Lord would do if he found out? He would torture Potter right in front of you, forcing you to watch. He would make you torture Potter and watch himself, just for means of entertainment."

"I don't care!" Draco scowled. "I'd do that, anyway!"

"And what about you and your family?" Snape asked, "What if the Dark Lord decided to use you as bait to get Potter? Do you think he would actually spare you after he defeated him?"

"I know. I have thought about this," Draco's lips curled and his gaze sharply turned back to the window. "I'm going to end it."

"Good," Snape said, finally releasing Draco from the death-grip he had on his collar. "Now, what about your other mission, the one regarding Dumbledore?"

Draco's jaw twitched, and he crossed his arms.

"You haven't been working on it, have you?" Snape sighed impatiently.

"I tried," Draco muttered. "It's hard working on two things at once."

"Well, I manage to work on multiple things at once all the time. Tasks that are much more advanced, I might add," Snape said. "You're almost an adult, Draco. It's time you start acting like it."

"I can continue tomorrow!" Draco shouted, dropping his arms and reverting his attention back to Snape. "I have a plan! It will work! I don't need your help!"

"I certainly hope so, for your sake," Snape said. "I don't think I can convince the Dark Lord to spare your life twice."

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His skin peach, his eyes glowing, his hair vibrant and his overall hygiene well taken care of, Harry looked fine the next morning. To any onlooker, he appeared just as normal as ever. Yet, Harry felt his external appearance did not accurately reflect his true emotions. He thought if everyone saw him the way he saw himself, he might look something like Voldemort.

Candles weren't something commonly seen in the Great Hall during breakfast, but the enchanted ceiling revealed a mass of dark cloud cover overhead. The illusionary raindrops made Harry shudder. The inside of the Great Hall felt warm, but the outside rainstorm seemed to give him phantom chills.

Harry sat next to Hermione, Ron opposite her. His green eyes continuously shot to the door to the Entrance Hall. He didn't bother trying to keep up with their conversation, as he couldn't particularly focus on it.

The buzz of many inaudible conversations filled the Great Hall. The overall air seemed like a pleasant one. Yet, Harry still couldn't bring himself to join in.

He knew he should be happy. Draco was back. He was alive. Harry couldn't quite figure out what bothered him.

Harry watched as the doors of the hall pushed open. A group of Slytherins entered. His eyes lingered on them intensely. Draco walked within the mass, but Harry could hardly make him out.

He sat with the back of his head facing Harry. Lightly biting onto his bottom lip, Harry idly pushed his food with his fork.

Harry hardly ate all throughout breakfast. Draco didn't make the slightest attempt at looking back at him. When the trio left to their first lesson, Harry couldn't help but feel worse than he had before breakfast.

The day passed slowly. Harry tried to seclude himself when he could but found such opportunities rare.

Anytime he spotted Draco in the corridors, Harry tried to snag a glimpse. Yet, it always appeared that Draco was either standing to the side of someone or had his face turned away. Harry almost suspected that he kept doing that on purpose.

Harry looked forward to Potions class as he shared it with Draco. He, Hermione and Ron took the table they normally shared, joined by Ernie Macmillan.

When the Slytherins entered, Harry glanced over at Draco. His face looked thinner, and his eyes almost seemed slightly sunken in.

Harry had noticed Draco had looked unhealthy during Slughorn�s Christmas party, but also noticed that during their time together, Draco regained his normal luster. Now, he looked worse than ever.

"There we are, there we are," Professor Slughorn said in a singsong voice, prancing to the front of the classroom. He turned to face the class, holding his hands behind his back and gently rocked on his feet. "I expect you have all completed your essays over the holidays?" The class murmured solemnly followed by the sounds of opening bags and ruffles of parchment. "Ah! Very good, very good," Slughorn beamed.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wand. With a flick of his wrist, all the students' homework shot to him, to which he caught them all very neatly.

"Books out, everyone," He said, turning around and walking over to the chalk board. "If you'll all turn to page 639. . ." He waved his wand at the chalk, and it lifted in the air. Professor Slughorn turned back around to face the class. With every word he spoke, the chalk copied, writing onto the board with its own accord.

But Harry didn't listen to Professor Slughorn. His attention drew to the faint sound of whispering he heard in the distance. Turning his head ever so slightly and glancing mostly out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Blaise Zabini whispering in Draco's ear. Draco shook his head and let it drop with a sigh. Zabini then looked over at Harry for a mere second with a wink.

Harry's eyes widened, his attention suddenly drawing to his book. He imagined Zabini must have been saying something about Harry's confrontation during the Easter Holidays, but he couldn't be sure. Whatever it was, Harry had a strong impression that it couldn't have been good.

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"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."

Lightening struck outside the window, the loud boom causing Harry to suddenly jump. He sat alone in his dormitory. The majority of the Gryffindors pleasantly enjoyed their returns in the common room. Harry had taken advantage of the situation by sneaking out unnoticed.

The evening had Harry feeling just as down as he did during the day, dinnertime being the most peculiar. Draco hadn't even shown up.

Harry bit onto his bottom lip, his wide eyes anxiously scanning over the map, his nose a few inches from touching it. He couldn't find Draco's name anywhere. The longer he searched, the lower his eyebrows fell. When they completely furrowed, they suddenly sprung back up. Harry spotted Crabbe and Goyle's names on the map.

Harry's eyes latched intently to the map. The rain smacking against the window created the only sounds throughout the hollow dormitory. Crabbe and Goyle stood in the corridors of the seventh floor. They weren't moving, and much to Harry's dismay, Draco wasn't with them. This wasn't the first time Harry saw the two of them standing like this, but Harry hadn't seen them do this in a long time.

Pursing his lips curiously for a moment, Harry then continued his search. He couldn't find Draco on the map anywhere. After a while, Harry sighed, "Mischief managed."

Folding the map and stuffing it into his robes' pocket, Harry fell loosely onto his bed. He brought his hands under his head and stared at the overhead hangings, his eyebrows still furrowed. He couldn't help but feel there was more going on than he realized.

The following week passed with the same feel as Monday. Draco treated Harry with the same disregard. He kept skipping dinner. With each passing day, Harry found himself growing angrier.

When late for dinner one time, Harry found himself alone in the corridors. He saw a blond head come around the opposite corner, heading toward him.

Harry's eyes widened, and a smile drew across his face. He ran up to him, opening his mouth to call his name but stopped before a single sound escaped his throat. Draco briskly marched past him without so much as a glance.

Harry stood shocked, then felt surprised to see two females he didn't recognize come from the same corner. They scrambled to keep up with him.

By the time Friday came, Harry had had enough. He wanted to know why exactly Draco left without telling him. He wanted to know what happened during the holidays, and most of all, he wanted to know why he was avoiding him.

His eyes remained glued to the Slytherin table during lunch, completely ignoring the ongoing conversations among the Gryffindors. Pansy Parkinson sat right next to Draco, batting her eyelashes and beaming at him. Harry wasn't sure what to make of that. He watched as Draco turned toward her; he appeared to be enjoying her company.

Harry's jaw twitched. Draco leaned over and whispered something in Parkinson's ear; she giggled with her hand covering her mouth. She rested her head on Draco's shoulder, looking over at Harry for a moment with a smirk across her face. Draco glanced down at her then wrapped his arm around her.

Harry stood so abruptly, he stumbled and made the surrounding dishes on the table clank. Clutching the side of the table, Harry stabilized himself before he could trip over the bench.

"You alright, mate?" Ron asked, his eyes curiously wide.

"I'm fine," Harry muttered through gritted teeth.

"Harry. . ." Hermione whispered. Her eyebrows rising with pity, her eyes anxiously darted from him to the Slytherin table.

Harry clenched his fists, walking down the aisle. His jaw ached from clenching his teeth together so hard. He didn't care anymore. He didn't care who knew or what they would think. He didn't even care if he made Draco mad.

Storming across the hall, Harry didn't pay the many stares and curious whispers any mind. He had one goal on his mind, and he could care less about possibly embarrassing himself or Draco in front of the entire school.

He stormed up the Slytherin aisle. When he neared Draco, he aggressively curled his hand around the shoulder of his robes.

"What the hell, Potter?!" Draco snarled, widely swaying his arm to get Harry's hand off of him and inadvertently letting go of Pansy Parkinson.

"We need to talk, Malfoy!" Harry snarled, his eyes narrowed.

"What is this all about, Draco?" Blaise Zabini asked. A grin drew across his face, and he casually lifted his arms, resting his hands against the back of his head. Parkinson sharply looked up at Harry with a glower.

"Nothing!" Draco answered way too fast. He swallowed hard, "I don't know what he's talking about. He's mad!"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, Malfoy," Harry muttered. "Now we can talk about this by ourselves, or I'll keep talking about everything in front of all your friends."

"Oh, do tell, Potter," Zabini said, his eyes widening with curiosity. Leaning forward, he rested his forearms against the table and clasped his hands together, "We don't mind. Honestly."

"Shut up, Blaise!" Draco shouted. He turned and stood up. His eyes narrowed, and his lips tightened. He aggressively grabbed Harry's arm and led him out to the empty Entrance Hall.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" he angrily whispered after the door to the Great Hall shut behind him. His eyebrows furiously furrowed, "Now my friends aren't going to leave me alone!"

"I don't care!" Harry scowled, "You won't talk to me, so I had to."

"What do you want?" Draco folded his arms across his chest.

"You left for the Easter Holidays when you said you'd stay!"

"I didn't have a choice!"

"Why didn't you at least tell me?" Harry asked, holding his arms out, "Why have you been avoiding me this whole week? And why, for the love of God, are you wrapping your arm around that- that- that slut!?"

Draco's eyes sprung open wide. He curiously blinked a few times before answering, "That's your fault, Potter. She noticed that bracelet."

"How the hell does she know you gave it to me?" Harry asked outraged.

Draco opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it. With a sigh, he closed his eyes and brought his fingers to his forehead. He shook his head, then said calmly, "Now is not the time to talk about this. . ." He looked up at Harry with a friendly smile, "How about this? We can meet tonight in the Room of Requirement, after dinner."

Harry blinked, "Okay. . ." he said, unsure what to make of Draco's sudden change of tone.

Draco reached forward, lightly grabbing Harry's hand into his own, "In the meantime, could you please leave my friends alone? You have no idea the kind of interrogation I got when I returned from the Easter Holidays. . ."

"Sorry," Harry smiled sheepishly. He could feel his cheeks burn lightly.

Draco let go of his hand, turning around and walking back into the Great Hall. Harry's smile faded. For some reason, he just couldn't bring himself to feel as happy as he thought he should.

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A/N:

FallenAngel1129 - Thank you so much. I'm glad you like both! :D

Canis Haunted By Rafe - Lol, yeah that might get kind of boring if everything was perfect 24/7.

thrnbrooke - Nope. It will make sense soon, I promise. :) I think that will be answered not next chapter, but the chapter after.

Hellagoddess - Lol, yeah "kinda" definitely describes it. Thank you. ^.^

masteryaoi - Chapter 15 is in progress. :) Thanks for reading!
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