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The End Shall Come, And We Will Dance Forever	By : makochan0217 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6654 -:- 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?

Chapter List
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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: Don’t think everything is going to stay all nice and sweet between the boys. This is only a break. Possibly... Enjoy it while it lasts. *evil cackle*

Chapter Twelve – Left Me Speechless

Draco sighed happily as Harry leaned forward and kissed him, hard. It was everything and nothing like he’d dreamt of all these years. The Gryffindor’s lips were soft and pliant – although that was probably because he wasn’t constantly flying out in all kinds of weather with Quidditch being cancelled that year. The hand on his back was large, warm, and powerful, even though it was shaking slightly. When he snuck his tongue out to swipe at those delicious lips, they opened immediately, and he took full advantage to plunder the other boy’s mouth completely.

He tasted sweet, like chocolate and mint, with the slightest hint of something darker, something inherently Harry. And Draco found that he loved it. As he began to wonder if his friend would move beyond this, he suddenly questioned where he’d learned to kiss like that. And, just as abruptly, he remembered that Harry’d been dating the Weasley bint last year, and it was no doubt thanks to her that he was currently enjoying a rather nice snog from The Boy Who Lived.

‘I don’t care. He is mine now. I’ll hex her tits off if she even thinks about touching him again,’ he thought viciously as he ran his hand through surprisingly soft, black locks. “Har-ry,” he panted when they broke for air, enjoying the delicious feel of the erection pressed against his hip.

“Merlin, Draco, you’re going to kill me if you do that again.” Normally tawny skin was flushed a tantalizing pink, and Draco leaned forward to kiss his lean cheeks. “D-draco?”

“Hm?” He began running his tongue and teeth down the squared jaw and sinewy neck, determined to have the other teen panting and at his tender mercies, such as they were, very soon.

“What are you doing?”

“Snogging you, which I thought was rather obvious,” he said between kisses and licks.

“Merlin, that feels…brilliant.”

“Glad you think so.” He moved his hand slowly down from Harry’s soft hair, to his shoulders and hard chest, ghosting over tight abs to the very adequate hard on provided for his entertainment. “That day you collapsed in the hall. I took you back to my room, and after you stopped screaming bloody murder, you started giving off the world’s most delicious moans.”

“I… I did?” Harry whispered desperately, pushing into Draco’s happy hand.

“Mmhmm, and when you woke up, I wanted you then.”

“But… you didn’t… say anything…” Harry said before moaning as Draco gave a teasing squeeze to his cock.

“Would you have let me or hexed me stupid?” Draco asked archly, placing a rather hard nip to the side of Harry’s neck.

“Hex…”

“Hence my silence, Golden Boy.”

“Draco, please, stop…” The blond stilled his hand and pulled his head back to stare directly into the darker boy’s lust laden eyes. “We… we can’t.”

“We can, Harry. I want you. You want me. And, no matter what you say, you can’t deny it. This,” he snarled as he clutched the very erect penis in his hand, “says that you do. Stop pulling away from me.”

Harry leaned down and attacked Draco’s lips savagely, sucking, biting and licking anything he could get in contact with. Draco was reduced to whimpers and moans as the hand that wasn’t attached to his own shoved their hips together roughly. “I do want you,” the Gryffindor growled lowly, making the blond shiver with desire. “But not like this.”

“Going to try and romance me, Potter?”

“I wouldn’t even bother with it, Malfoy. You’re too much of a playboy to fall for your own game.”

Draco pulled away, anger lacing every feature of his face. “Who told you that?”

“It’s all around the school, Malfoy. Besides, last I heard, you and Parkinson were going to be married and having mini-mini-Death Eaters.”

Draco snorted. “Please, Pansy? While I adore the old girl, she’s not my type.”

Harry raised one dark eyebrow in curiosity. “And what is your type?”

Draco studied the other teen, looking for any traces of smugness or… anything really. All he saw was interest, which made something in his chest clench and forced him to look away momentarily. “Someone with a cock. Since she lacks that specific part of anatomy, it would be difficult to get it up for her, now wouldn’t it?”

“So, no little Malfoys running around with pug noses?” There was a hint of mockery in Harry’s tone, but nothing that made it sting.

“Dear Merlin, no! My grandfather would be rolling over in his grave if that happened!” He frowned momentarily before looking the other boy directly in the eyes. “I should think that there is more hope of Potters with red hair than that.”

“Oh, no way that’s happening… Not unless Charlie’s free,” Harry mused.

“Really, so you and the Weaselette aren’t a thing anymore?” Draco tried to shove his jealousy down to controllable levels, if only for that moment, to get a real answer.

“Not since the end of last year, when she dumped me for Luna.”

“Loony Lovegood? Sweet Merlin, that had to needle even you.” Draco swore under his breath as Harry’s jaw clenched and eyes shut tightly. He could feel a barrier being built up between them again, and wasn’t sure what it would take to tear it down.

“I think we should find Neville,” Harry said coolly, stepping as far from Draco as he could possibly get with the spelling joining their hands still. “I’d like to finish my homework, and you have a letter to write, I’m sure.”

‘That’s a dismissal if I’ve ever heard one,’ Draco mused sadly. ‘Somehow, I didn’t see something like this happening when I finally got him close enough to kiss.’

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Harry sighed uncomfortably as he and Draco made their ways silently through the halls. He knew that the other boy’s comments were only to test the waters, stir the pot, feel Harry out; but that didn’t make it hurt any less. It had been difficult, to say the least, to deal with the fact that his first serious relationship had ended so abruptly. Although, now, he knew it was more that his pride had been wounded than his heart by Draco’s comments.

And if he was perfectly honest with himself, the thought of Draco kissing Pansy hurt him more than the thought of Ginny fucking Luna. The two girls just seemed to be made for one another. Where Ginny was serious and passionate, Luna was dreamy and serene. The redhead lived up to her family’s reputation of temper and action, while the blonde seemed to pave her way with her calm and unassuming sweetness. He couldn’t picture two people more made for one another, aside from maybe Ron and Hermione, when he let himself think about his two ‘friends’.

Now, however, he’d let his ego get in the way of an extremely pleasing time with Draco, one that he’d never thought possible even if he’d dreamed about something similar. And he was seriously regretting it now. “Draco, look, about earlier,” he started while running his free hand through is messy hair. “I overreacted. Sorry about that.”

“No, I went too far,” the blond whispered. Harry blinked at the sad tone and stared at the blush that dusted across ivory cheeks. “When it comes to you, I don’t know how to stop pushing your buttons.”

“I suppose that makes two of us then,” Harry said with a wry smile. “It’s only fair that you’d question me about Gin when I’m pressing you about Parkinson.”

Draco sighed and used his left hand to smooth down the front of his robes absently. “You aren’t too far off about Pansy and I, however. Our parents betrothed us when we were five.” Harry’s jaw clenched uncomfortably and his fist tightened. The blond must have seen both because he was soon facing Harry, a look of unrepentant sorrow on his face. “It’s not like I asked her. And she isn’t much happier about this than I am, especially since she’s in love with Blaise!”

“Really, because she’s always given me the impression that she’d love to be the next Mrs. Malfoy,” Harry snarled.

“Of course she would! That’s what we’re supposed to show.” Draco blew out a huge puff of breath and looked over Harry’s shoulder. “We’re expected to look happy that the rest of our lives have been dictated for us before we were even born. Sure, it would be easier if we loved each other, but we don’t. And I can’t see her as anything but my best friend. That’s all she is.”

Harry’s heart began hammering in his chest tightly as he looked into impassioned grey eyes. He wanted to believe him, desperately wanted it, but he was fairly aware of how the purebloods were raised. He knew that everything that Draco had just said was true, but he still felt helpless and he hated it. “So, what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know yet.” Those plump lips that begged be kissed pulled up into a slight smile. “Ask me again when you win the war.”

Closing his eyes, Harry counted to ten so that he didn’t kiss the other boy again. “Let’s find Neville and get this spell removed. Otherwise, life is going to get extremely complicated.”

Draco snorted and flashed Harry his trademark smirk. “As if it wasn’t already.”

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

The room, if one could call it a room with all of the walls in different stages of disrepair, was freezing. The floor was lightly dusted with snow and ice and fat flakes continued to join their companions, much to the chagrin and unhappiness of the room’s occupants. Roughly twenty figures were interspersed in the dilapidated space, huddled in groups of three and four to keep warm. A lone black figure stood in the middle of the others, body tall and straight, as if the cold couldn’t touch him.

“Tell me how NONE of you imbeciles managed to find information about what Dumbledore is doing?” the center figure bellowed as the others shivered – from fear or cold, it was difficult to tell.

“M-master,” a roundish man said, creeping up to the center on his knees. “Th-there is no…”

“No more excuses, Wormtail!” A deathly pale hand retrieved a slim wand from his black robes and pointed it at the trembling man at his feet. “Crucio!”

Screams, high and thin, cut through the air, followed by the sweet giggles of a female voice. Wormtail flopped and screamed until he was hoarse, and then his screams turned into pitiful whimpers and sobs. Still, the Dark Lord continued the Unforgivable. “I will allow NO MORE excuses.” With an abrupt motion, the curse cut off, and the pathetic Animagus fell silent. “My patience is running out! From the young Malfoy’s letters, it is evident that that bumbling old fool knows something is going on. FIND OUT WHO HE IS SPEAKING TO!” His robe’s hood fell, showing more of the white, smooth skin and blood red eyes, twisted in fury. “LUCIUS, BELLA!”

Two figures glided to a stop and knelt before Voldemort, kissing the hem of his robes before looking up with complete adoration and infinite patience for his next words. “Lucius, you will write young Draco to find out what he knows. It has been two weeks and nothing new has come from his corner, aside from Potter’s actions. While they are amusing, they are unhelpful. Make sure that he understands that I want to know what Dumbledore is doing.”

“As you will it, My Lord,” the taller of the two kneeling figures said. As he looked up at his master, his hood slid back to reveal a shock of white-blond hair.

“Bella, my sweet,” Voldemort crooned, running a thin finger against his other follower’s upturned face. “You must stop your torture of our dearest Narcissa. She is too fragile right now, and I require her to at least give birth to another beautiful child. I have, however, uncovered a new target for your frustrations, my dear.”

“Yes, My Lord,” she simpered, leaning her face into the hand that now stroked her long dark hair.

“Rudolphus, Rastaban,” two men joined Lucius and Bellatrix in the middle, throwing looks of disgust at the still whimpering form of Wormtail that laid mere feet away, “you two will retrieve the Tonks family, every soul, and bring them here.”

“Yes, My Lord,” the Lestrange brothers said at the same time. Bellatrix wiggled with pleasure at the sound of her false sister’s family name.

A cruel, vicious smile crossed the snake-like face before he spoke again. “MacNair, you are next,” he crooned before casting the Cruciatus curse again, and ear-shattering screams pierced the night sky once again.

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

Harry bolted up from his bed, a scream on his lips and blood running down his face. Without thinking, he struggled out of his covers, tripping and hitting his head on the nightstand. Ignoring the pain, he searched for his glasses and wand, his mind a jumbled mess, but knowing he had to see the Headmaster right away. If he wasted even a single second, it could cost Tonks and her parents their lives. While he dashed through the Gryffindor common room to the portrait hole, another thought occurred to him. Draco’s mother was still alive.

TBC

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