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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 has been beta'd by PrettyPinkDepression and QuixoticContradiction, to whom I am eternally thankful. ^.^

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Harry stood up and pulled off his robes, letting them drop unceremoniously to the floor. He loosened his tie slightly, fanning his face with his hand. The burning fireplace didn�t help as the warm air from the night already heated the dry common room enough.

Sitting back down, his eyes locked to his parchment, his hand dully writing and his attention occasionally shifting to his book. This was what he did; went through the motions of a school day, attend class, do his homework, go to bed. Nothing more, nothing less. This was all he was expected to do at school, so why do anything more?

He caught Hermione glancing up at him occasionally from the corner of his eye; he knew she wouldn�t say anything. Not that she hadn�t tried, she pulled him aside on plenty of occasions trying to get him to speak about what happened, what was going on. But Harry still hadn�t found himself ready to talk about it.

Joyous laughs sounded from the corner of the room. Harry glanced over to see Ron sitting with Seamus and Dean. Knowing he still needed to talk to Ron, Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Ron hadn�t acknowledged his and Hermione�s existence more than the occasional glare. Yet with the actions that had taken place in the Room of Requirement, Harry didn�t know what to tell him. He only imagined Ron would have something nasty to say about it.

Hermione set down her quill and sighed. �Harry. . .�

�Hermione,� Harry replied, his tone almost threatening and his eyes remaining glued to his parchment.

�I�m not going to ask you about. . . that,� she said. �Actually, I was hoping you could help me. I�m writing an essay on the Patronus Charm, and since you we�re able to produce one much sooner than I could, I thought, perhaps, you�d have more insight about the personal form of a True Patronus.�

Furrowing his eyebrows, Harry slammed his quill down, grabbing onto the sides of his head. First Dumbledore, then Malfoy, now her?

�Dammit! Is that all I�m good for?� screamed Harry, standing abruptly and kicking the leg of the table. �Does nobody care about me until they need something from me?�

Hermione�s eyes widened, her body rigid. �Harry, I didn�t mean-�

�Yes, you did!� he shouted. �Because that�s all I am to everybody, just an object to be used, not respected like a person!�

�Harry, calm down!� she shouted back, quickly standing.

�No! Don�t tell me what to do!� In his moment of frustration, Harry grabbed his bottle of ink and threw it at the wall. Smashing into a portrait, the people in it jumped to their neighbors�.

�Well, I�d never!�

�Has he gone completely mad?�

�And I thought he was such a nice boy.�

His shoulders stiff, fists clenching, jaw locking, Harry�s chest heaved great breaths. With the exceptions of the portraits� murmurs, the room fell dead quiet. Harry could practically feel all the students� eyes boring into the back of his head.

�Harry! What the bloody hell�s gotten into you?� He turned around to see Ron marching straight for him.

Drawing his wand, he pointed it directly at Ron, and he stopped dead in his tracks.

�Just stay away from me!� Harry shouted, suddenly shocked to find himself flat on his face with ropes pinning his arms to his side.

Harry jerked his head back to see Hermione holding out her own wand. Pocketing it, she grabbed Harry�s feet and dragged him across the floor.

�Ron, have everybody go to their dormitory.�

�Oi! Let me go!� Harry snarled.

Ron followed after her. �No. I want to know what�s going on with him. He�s been acting all funny.�

�I�ll take care of Harry, you just get everyone to bed,� said Hermione, completely ignoring Harry�s protests.

�No!� he replied, his eyebrows furrowed. �How about I take care of him, and you put everyone to bed?�

�RONALD, JUST DO IT!� she bellowed, roughly dragging Harry out of the portrait hole. Ron scowled and quickly turned around.

�Untie me now, Hermione!� he demanded when the portrait of the Fat Lady closed. She looked down at them, her eyebrows lifting to her hairline.

�Ah- S-Sorry,� Hermione nervously said to her, continuing to drag Harry down the corridor, not stopping until she was sure no ears could hear them, real, painted or otherwise.

�I am not untying you until you settle down,� Hermione sharply explained. �You were being really hostile in there. I don�t care what Malfoy said to you; that is not an excuse for you to get violent in the common room.�

Harry growled, straining against the binds, not taking in a single word Hermione spoke. �Lemme go! Lemme go!�

�Harry,� she sighed, flipping him onto his back and gently placing her hands on his cheeks. �Please, calm down. Just listen-�

�Get your hands off me, you filthy Mudblood!�

SMACK!

Harry�s jaw dropped. Hermione had just slapped him. He couldn�t believe it. His cheek throbbed as he suddenly realized what he had just said. Tears burst from the corners of his eyes. �Oh God, I�m so sorry, Hermione. . .�

Hermione stood up, a harsh frown across her face. She waved her wand at Harry, freeing him from the ropes. �As tempted as I am now to leave you tied up in the corridors for the rest of the night, I�m more mature than that.�

Sitting up, Harry buried his face into his hands, bringing his knees to his chest. Had he really just said that? Did he really just call Hermione a. . .

�Harry,� Hermione breathed, sitting down next to him. �I�m sorry I slapped you.�

�Don�t be,� he muttered into his hands. �I deserved it. You�re right. I�m just like a little Malfoy-clone.�

�No, you�re not,� Hermione said. �I�m going to forgive you, but I had better never hear that word come out of your mouth again.�

Harry finally lifted his head, but his eyes still sunk with shame. �You�re too kind to me, Hermione. You have been through this whole ordeal with me and Malfoy, and that�s all it was--an ordeal.�

�What do you mean?� Hermione asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. �Did Malfoy. . . Did he. . . break up with you?�

�If only,� Harry sighed, wiping the tears from his cheeks. �He used me, Hermione. He needed information, and he got it. That�s all. He didn�t care for me.�

�Oh, Harry,� Hermione wrapped her arms around his shoulders. They sat in silence for several moments before she asked, �What kind of information?�

Harry shook his head. �According to what he said, Voldemort now knows the blood bond that protects me during the summer breaks when I�m seventeen.�

�And that�s it?� asked Hermione, blinking. Harry nodded. She continued, �Doesn�t that seem a little extreme for just that? I mean, really. Voldemort could�ve got that from anybody. Actually, I find it surprising that he didn�t already know.�

�That�s what I thought,� Harry sighed. �But I guess not. I don�t know. . .� His forehead crashed back down into his knees. �I�m such an idiot.�

�No, you�re not,� Hermione said gently, firming her embrace. �When I saw him with you by the Slytherin common room, I really thought he was genuine.�

�Well he wasn�t. And I just. . . I don�t even want to think about him right now.�

�Okay,� Hermione sighed, letting go of Harry and pushing herself to her feet. She extended a hand to help Harry up. �But one thing, Harry, you have to tell Dumbledore.�

Harry shook his bowed head. �I�m not telling Dumbledore.�

�Harry, you have to,� she persisted as delicately as possible. �If Voldemort knows this information, the Order needs to know, too. So they can protect you.�

His eyes glued to the floor, Harry�s cheeks flushed. �I can�t tell Dumbledore, Hermione. I can�t tell Dumbledore about. . . you know.�

�Harry,� Hermione breathed, biting her bottom lip for a moment. �I seriously doubt is completely oblivious to all the things the students do here.�

Harry�s cheeks burned more. The idea of Dumbledore knowing what happened shot an unbearable twist in his abdomen.

Shaking her head, Hermione grabbed Harry�s arm.

�Let�s go back to the common room.�

Harry nodded, following alongside Hermione. She whispered the password to the Fat Lady, who eyed them suspiciously. The empty common room contained no sound aside from their footsteps. Harry looked around, taking notice to the pristine environment. A flash of red caught his eye and suddenly. . . WHAM!

Harry hit the floor, clutching his aching nose. Eyes opening, he looked around to see nothing but a crimson blur as his glasses fell off his head.

�Ron!� Hermione shouted, quickly kneeling next to Harry. �Oh, my. Are you all right? Ron, how could you?!�

�How could you?!� he screamed back. �Having an affair behind my back!�

Harry figured the news about him and Malfoy would upset Ron but not quite to this extent. He felt Hermione shove his glasses into his hands. Throwing them back on his head, he looked up to see Ron completely rigid, rubbing his right fist, knuckles baring traces of blood.

With Hermione�s assistance, Harry pushed himself back to his feet. He licked his upper lip, which tasted distinctly of blood. �Ron. I�m sorry. I should�ve told you.�

�Damn right, you should�ve,� Ron snarled. �Foolin� around with my girlfriend!�

�I. . ." he hesitated. "Wait. What?� Harry blinked, looking over to Hermione who looked equally as confused.

�Don�t play dumb! I know what you two�ve been doin�! Think I didn�t notice you two sneaking out and acting all weird around each other and not telling me what�s going on? Well, I noticed! And Malfoy found out, didn�t he? So you had to bribe him to keep him quiet. That�s why you�ve been acting all funny around him!�

Harry�s eyes widened, fully understanding what Ron thought. The three stood in silence for several moments. Despite everything that had happened, despite his throbbing and possibly broken nose, Harry could not stop himself from laughing. Hermione, apparently coming to the same realization, couldn�t contain a chuckle of her own.

Ron�s eyes narrowed viciously. �You think this is funny?�

�I haven�t been having an affair with Hermione,� Harry managed to say in between laughs. �I�ve been having an affair with Malfoy.�

Blinking a few times, Ron�s jaw twitched. His lips curled, remaining quiet for several moments before he finally said, �Oh yeah. That�s likely. You actually expect me to believe that?�

�It�s true,� Harry sighed, letting his head fall. His laughter died when his thoughts came crashing back to reality. �But it was all a lie.� He reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose and gasped, pulling his hand back, the faintest brush of fingers sharpening the pain.

�Ron, it�s true,� Hermione repeated. �Besides, when Harry snuck out, I was usually with you. How do you explain that?�

�Well, I-� Ron started, scratching the back of his neck. �Well, you�d go out with him for a little bit! And you�d never let me come with you!�

�That�s because I didn�t want you to know,� Harry replied. �Don�t be mad at Hermione. It�s my fault.�

�Do you actually expect me to believe you were screwin� around with Malfoy?� Ron crossed his arms and rolled his eyes, incredulously.

�Why would I lie about that, Ron?� said Harry.

�Because you don�t want to admit you�ve been having an affair with my girlfriend!�

�I haven�t been!�

�Prove it!�

�You want proof?� Harry asked, albeit redundant. �Go up to our dormitory. Open my trunk, and you�ll find a set of Slytherin robes.�

Ron blinked. �You�re just trying to get rid of me again.�

�I�ll go with you!� Harry shouted.

Ron�s lips curled, and he stood still, staring intently at Harry as if he were trying to find another excuse to say that Harry was lying.

�Okay, fine.�

�Ron, are you going to get angry if I heal Harry�s nose first?� Hermione asked, a hint of irritation apparent in her voice.

Ron glared at Harry, then his eyes shifted to Hermione, eying her with suspicion as if he would get angry if she healed Harry�s nose.

�No,� he muttered.

Pulling out her wand, Hermione waved it at Harry�s face. Relief immediately washed over his nose, and the blood trickling into his mouth disappeared. After thanking her, he walked up to the dormitory, Ron following right behind him.

Harry groaned quietly, disappointed to see the other members of his dormitory wide-awake. He really did not want to display the Slytherin robes right in front of them, but at the same time, he wanted to end Ron�s nonsense theory that there had ever been anything more than just friendship between him and Hermione.

�All right, Harry?� Neville asked, nervously fumbling with the hem of his sleeve.

�Spectacular,� Harry replied dully, walking straight over to his trunk and pulling it open. The dormitory fell quiet as Harry shifted through his robes, as if they were frightened that asking Harry any more questions might make him erupt.

Standing when he found Malfoy�s robes, Harry turned and thrust them into Ron�s hands. �There. Is that proof enough for you? Or do I need to borrow Dumbledore�s Pensieve?�

Ron�s jaw dropped, and his eyes widened, unable to stray from the robes that sat before him.

�Why do you have Slytherin robes?� Seamus asked, and Harry could feel his cheeks burn.

�It�s none of your business!� Ron shouted, grabbing Harry�s elbow. �Go to bed, the lot of you!� he dragged Harry out of the dormitory, the door slamming to block out the following scoffs of their dorm-mates. Neither of them said a word as they trekked down the stairs.

Hermione stood from her seat the second they arrived, twiddling a lock of hair around her finger nervously.

�So, how long have you. . . ?� Ron started, and then stopped. �Are you still. . . ?�

�No,� Harry said, taking the robes from Ron�s hands. He marched straight over to the fireplace, tossing the robes in without a moment�s hesitation.

Hermione rushed over to him. �Harry! That could start a fire!� She waved her wand at the fireplace, forcing the upsurge of smoke to stay within it rather than filling the common room, as it would have otherwise.

The mass of flames reflected off of Harry�s glasses, tears forming in the corner of his eyes.

�So, did you guys. . . ?� Harry could hear Ron struggling to put together a complete sentence. �What happened?�

Lifting his hand, Harry wiped his eyes before the tears could fall down his cheeks. Heaving a deep sigh, Harry recounted everything that had happened between him and Malfoy, from the first meeting in the prefects� bathroom to the last meeting in the Room of Requirement. He skimmed over some of the more intimate details, as he was sure they didn�t want to hear it as much as he didn�t want to tell it.

�So you actually shagged Malfoy?� Ron asked when Harry finished. Harry turned around to see him crinkling his nose.

�Yes, Ron,� Harry replied. �This is why I didn�t want to tell you.�

�Okay, I�m sorry,� he said quickly, apparently realizing the immaturity of a choice of question. �I understand that I probably wouldn�t have been so quick to accept Malfoy as your boyfriend. But one thing that bothers me. . . Did you think I wouldn�t want to be your friend because you�re gay? Did you actually think I�d judge you on that?�

�I�m not gay,� Harry replied, to which both Ron and Hermione lifted an eyebrow. �Well, look, it�s just, I didn�t think about it like that. It was that I was attracted to Malfoy, gender irrelevant. But, I didn�t think you�d be biased. I just didn�t know. We hadn�t ever talked about that before.�

�Okay,� Ron said. �Well, my family doesn�t judge because of someone�s blood purity or if they�re gay or straight. But, if you don�t mind me askin�, what in the world could you have possibly seen in Malfoy, of all people?�

�I don�t know,� Harry sighed, turning back to the fireplace. �I guess it all started when I noticed that his eyes looked like Sirius�.�

�You never told me that!� Hermione shouted, abruptly standing and marching over to Harry.

Harry blinked. �Does it matter?�

�Oh Harry, you missed Sirius so much that you wanted anyone that reminded you of him!� Hermione explained, her eyebrows rising with pity. �You just needed more support from us. If I had only known, if you�d only told me, I could have prevented this whole thing!�

�It wasn�t just that, Hermione,� Harry interjected. �I mean. That�s what started it, but then. . . I don�t know; I guess I just finally felt alive when I was with him. Ever since Voldemort�s-� Ron flinched, �return, everything has been such an emotional ride and mostly for the worse. But Malfoy could somehow make me forget about that. I can�t explain it, but I really cared for him. And I thought he felt the same, but he didn�t. Every time I find something great, it�s ripped away.�

Hermione leaned forward and hugged him, not having to say anything. The gesture said it all. Harry heard a slight scuffle and looked up to see Ron storming to the portrait hole.

�Where are you going?� Harry asked.

Ron stopped, looking back at him. �I�m going to kill Malfoy!�

�Ron!� Hermione shouted.

�Not literally kill him,� Ron scowled. �But, do. . . something.�

Harry shook his head. �Ron, you don�t have to do anything.�

�Yes, I do!� Ron snarled. �We�ve dealt with his mean remarks for years, but he has gone too far!�

�You can�t just go bursting into his dormitory,� Hermione broke her embrace from Harry and walked over to Ron. �Look. I know what he did was beyond cruel and-�

�You don�t understand, Hermione,� Ron interrupted her. �When I thought you were you cheating on me that was the worst feeling in the world. It literally felt like my heart had been stabbed, and that�s how Harry�s feeling! That prat, that git, that prick did that to my best friend, and you just expect me to sit here?!�

�Ron,� Harry said calmly, the twist in his stomach and the stitch in his chest finally relaxing. �You�re a good friend. You�re a really good friend, and I shouldn�t have ever kept that secret from you. You don�t need to go beat him up or anything. The fact that you want to makes me realize just how good a friend you are. And for the first time in days, I don�t feel alone, anymore.�

With a sigh, Ron gave in, walking over to Harry, Hermione by his side, holding his hand. She placed a hand on Harry�s shoulder.

�You really do need to tell Dumbledore.�

�I�m not telling Dumbledore,� Harry said quickly, staring at the floor.

�Sorry to disagree with you, mate, but she�s right,� Ron said, almost reluctantly.

�The Order needs to know,� Hermione explained. �Look. You don�t have to tell Dumbledore the details if you�re too embarrassed. He just needs to know that Voldemort--honestly, Ron--now knows about the protection breaking.�

With a sigh, Harry said, �Yeah.� He knew it had to be done.

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FallenAngel1129- *bitch slaps Draco* Haha! There ya go. ^.~

DiscoLemonade- Well, as you saw, nothing good at first. lol

paigeey07- I know. ;.; Thank you. :)

miumiu34- It was. ;( You'll just have to wait and see. :) And thank you very much. :D

Madison- Hehe, wow thank you. ^.^ No smut, sorry. :/ But, I'm glad you like it. :)

thrnbrooke- Aw, I know. :( It was hard to even write.

masteryaoi- Lol, wow! Thanks for the enthusiasm! :D More to come. ^.~
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