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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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Draco was on cloud nine. He was determined not to let anything spoil his mood. Harry had agreed to date him, exclusively. Harry was his. He'd belonged to Harry for longer than he cared to remember, but he'd actually done something right and been able to pique the interest of the Boy Who Held His Heart. He could hardly believe his luck. As he was thinking that, he stomped down his father's words once more.

Malfoys make their own luck, Draco.

Malfoys bend to no man.

Malfoys don't feel love.

What did the old man know? Obviously little to nothing. Draco had been lucky, he would bend to Harry, and while Harry was still unsure of his feelings, Draco had been in love for a while now. When he'd only been dreaming about how the other boy might respond to one action or another, he'd been perfectly fine with either ignoring what he felt, or writing it off as a crush. Now though, he was willing to give it the title it deserved and demanded. Love.

He just had to get through the next two days, then he'd be back at Hogwarts and, optimistically thinking, back in Harry's arms. Or at least when time permitted. That was something that really aggravated him though. He hated that they were only fifteen. He wanted to whisk Harry away for a while, focus on nothing but pleasing the other boy, make sure that Harry fell in love too. Alas, he'd just have to trust that Harry would see something in him worth loving. He knew there was at least something about himself that Harry liked, so he was encouraged as he joined the Headmaster at the front doors.

"Ah, Mister Malfoy, right on time," The twinkling blue eyes that greeted him warmed him even more. According to his father, Dumbledore was not to be trusted or liked, but Draco didn't always do things the way he should.

"Yes sir, punctuality is something that should be practiced by everyone," Draco returned the man's smile even wider because he was thinking of how he found Harry's habitual lateness rather endearing.

"Yes, yes. Well, shall we walk, my boy?" It was a question, but Dumbledore didn't wait for an answer.

They had a short stroll ahead of them and Draco was thankful for the moment alone with the Headmaster. There was something he needed to discuss. He knew any beat around the bush tactics would be spotted immediately, but keeping some mystery about himself was a trait of his father's he didn't think he'd ever let go.

"Headmaster, could I ask you a question?"

"Certainly, young Draco. You may ask another as well," The Headmaster looked down with another amused smiled. His father would have found this annoying to no end, but Draco found the older man's bizarre personality humorous.

"It's rather serious, I'm afraid," He knew that Dumbledore would know he was speaking of himself, but he couldn't help but to ask the question in third person, "If a person were to find themselves in a position where they were unsafe, or uncomfortable at home, if it were dangerous, let's say, for them to return, would they have the option to remain at the castle for summer holidays?"

Dumbledore stopped walking and lowered himself to a rock nearby, "Draco, is it safe for you return for the weekend? Would you like me to excuse you of the duty your father has laid upon you for this visit?"

He'd known his admittedly flimsy cover wouldn't hold, "Oh, don't get me wrong, I don't want to go. However, as long as I'm the good little Malfoy heir and do as I'm told, I'll be fine. I would continue to be fine, as long as I kept up the charade, but I want to know that I have options that do not require that of me. I'm concerned that in the very near future, my home will not be a safe place to exist, and I do not wish to follow in my father's footsteps."

"I see. Well, I must say that while the castle wouldn't be suitable for a young man such as yourself for the summer, I would make sure that you hade a safe place in which to reside for those few months."

"Thank you, sir," Draco turned to start walking again, but Dumbledore didn't move, "Sir?"

"Mister Malfoy, is there something you wish to tell me? Something that needs to be discussed or possibly just something that needs to live out in the open, rather then festering inside your head?" He'd always known that his father underestimated the old bat, but in that moment a new respect for the gray haired wizard washed over Draco. He really did have a way of seeing things that others either ignored or missed entirely.

"Soon, Headmaster, very soon. I expect you'll be seeing me in your office upon my return," He tried to smile again, but the best he could manage was a sad attempt that felt more like a grimace.

"Wonderful, my boy. How do you take your tea?" Dumbledore stood then and started them on their way again.

"Sugar and cream," His father was against a man taking his tea with anything in it, but Draco had always been defiant on that subject.

It seemed ridiculous to have an opinion on the matter, let alone allow his father to dictate even his tastes in food and drink. Lucius had long ago given up that battle. It seemed a small victory, but for Draco it had been monumental. It had given him hope that while he may never have his father's approval, he may one day live a life of his choosing. If he could win even that little trifle of an argument, he could stand on his own.

"Very well, I like it sweet myself. Can I expect anyone else to be joining us?" Draco laughed, the old goat really did seem quite omniscient.

"Yes, I think you could count on at least one more, though I'm not sure how he takes his tea," That would have to be rectified immediately, it just didn't do for him not to know how to prepare a cup of tea for his boyfriend.

The Headmaster's laugh filled the night air, "I think you'll find he likes it quite the same, more sugar than cream, though."

Draco didn't bother with being amazed, maybe Dumbledore really did just know everything. It seemed a waste to be startled by it.

"Maybe so, I'll have to ask him," He smiled up at the man who would help change the course of his life and accepted the handkerchief that was being proffered.

"You do that, my dear boy. Your portkey will be activating in about a minute, be careful, and return early, if you must. The portkey will activate early if you just hold it and use the password. I thought gum drops might be suitable, or at least secretive enough," The Headmaster squeezed his shoulder once and stepped back.

Draco had just enough time to say a heartfelt 'Thank you" before he felt the tug at his navel indicating that his insides were being rearranged for the short trip through time and space to Malfoy Manor.
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