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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 had everything he needed. He knew enough about what was going on that Dumbledore might be able to stop it, at least for now. He knew there would be other attempts and it would never be over unless Harry ended it, but maybe they could buy some time.

Draco was gathering everything he'd brought with him as well as a few things he normally left at home. He wasn't coming back and he wanted to make sure he had everything out of here he might need or want. He'd already said goodbye to his mother, which was painful.

She'd looked so worn, so bloody exhausted, but there was nothing to be done for it. She would never leave her husband's side, not even for the child to whom she's given birth. She was a pure-blood and she was married to a pure-blood. For her it was a life bond and it mattered little that her very life was in danger.

She'd hugged him as if it would be the last time, and maybe she knew that it was. She'd even whispered in his ear before letting him go, 'Be so very careful, my love.' He hated thinking it, but couldn't help it, he truly hoped that his father would find himself at the business end of a wand spurting Avada Kedavra. It was the only way his mum would ever be free.

He threw the last of his must have items - a new blue cloak that was meant for some function or other, but would be fantastic for his first date with Harry - into his bag and picked up the handkerchief. He still had about ten minutes before his portkey would activate, but he was ready to be out of there.

He just wanted to get back to Hogwarts, have his chat with Dumbledore and Harry, and then find some place to snog the daylights out of the latter for the next few hours. He needed to get his mind off the fact that his life would never be the same, and Harry would provide a very nice distraction as well as hope that his future might be brighter than his past.

With five minutes to go, he just couldn't wait any longer. He grabbed his bag, his traveling cloak, and squeezed the handkerchief. He allowed himself all of ten seconds to say goodbye to his childhood and the life his father wanted for him. With a fortifying breath and little remorse for what he was leaving, he whispered, "Gum drops."

"You're early, I was told to expect you at six o'clock sharp," He was still in the midst of catching himself mid-flight when the cool tone washed over him.

"Professor Snape. I was under the impression the Headmaster would be waiting for me, so I guess we both got a shock, huh?"

"Impertinence is not advisable, no matter the relationship you have with your Professor, Draco," Severus arched an eyebrow, obviously waiting for some sign of contrition.

"My deepest apologies, Professor," He meant it too, he didn't want to argue with the older man right now. He did love his godfather, but sometimes the man's haughtiness really irked him. Right now, though, all Draco was concerned with was getting to Dumbledore, so he began walking toward the castle.

"Not so fast, Draco. I feel there are matters we must discuss."

"I'm sure we'll have plenty of time to talk later, but right now, I have to see the Headmaster," Not to mention a black haired, green eyed god was waiting for him.

"Why is it so important for you to see Albus? Especially after informing him that you will require accommodations for the summer? Surely you haven't done something monstrously stupid as offer your services?"

"To whom are you worried that I've offered? Dumbledore? Or those that would see Him rise to power?" He'd had enough, he needed to be done with this.

"Draco, He is dead, or as good as. What kind of information could you have possibly gleaned that would mean your safety is in question?" Severus really was looking at him as if he were concerned. Draco couldn't find it in himself, no matter his hurry, to cause the man any more worry.

"I'm not in danger yet, and won't be for a while. However, I don't intend to return home. My father wishes for me to do things that might cost me my soul. That isn't a price I'm willing to pay for the possibility that he might, for once, find some pride in having me for a son."

"Draco-"

"No, Professor. I do have information that really is of great magnitude and it is imperative that I see the Headmaster. He is expecting me, so, either tag along, or don't, but I have to go," He dismissed his godfather with a wave of his hand and hurriedly made his way along the path to the castle. He was followed silently as far as the main doors.

On the other side, Severus turned to him before they parted ways, "I do believe I've had enough of this dark business for one lifetime, however, if Albus should wish to see me, I'll be in my chambers. I will also extend an invitation for you to join me there later, should you feel the need."

"Thank you, Professor," Draco didn't wait for a reply.

Once he found himself in front of the gargoyle leading to Dumbledore's office he realized he didn't know the password. He briefly considered his options before he had a moment of utter brilliance.

"Gum drops," The Gargoyle began to move and he nearly laughed at Dumbledore's slyness and his own genius.

The time between the hall and the Headmaster's office seemed entirely too short for a life-altering journey, but he knew it for what it was.

"Ah, young Mister Malfoy, I trust you are well after your visit home?" Dumbledore was already pouring tea into three cups and there was a tray of biscuits on his desk.

"I am well, and yourself?" He may be ready to get this over with, but he wasn't raised to ignore pleasantries when he was being offered sustenance.

"Very well indeed. I suspect that you aren't here to chit-chat, though. I was prepared for another visitor though. Mister Potter, I assume?"

"Yes, sir. He should be here as well. I wasn't sure where to find him at this hour though, with dinner being as lax as it is on the weekends." Draco sat in one of the chairs across from the Headmaster's desk.

"I see, Nigel?" For a moment Draco thought the man might have really gone 'round the bend, then he turned to a portrait of a sleeping man to his right, "Nigel!"

The man stirred and yawned. When he was fully awake he was instructed to visit his portrait in Professor McGonagall's quarters and request that she send Harry.

"Since we have a few minutes, Headmaster, I'd like to discuss something with you before he gets here."

"Most certainly, what is weighing on you, child?"

"The prophecy, how much does Harry know of it?" Draco felt a little smug when Dumbledore actually looked taken aback.

"How much do you know of it, Draco?"

"Not much, only that supposedly Harry is the only one able to truly defeat Voldemort. I do know that my father is very interested in that prophecy though. He means to have it, Headmaster, and I'm only warning you that it is part of my story. This is a story that Harry must hear, and he will ask, either tonight, or at some later point. I will tell him what I know, I can't and won't hide anything from him, I'm only asking that you do the same," He hoped he wasn't being too rude, but he wasn't on anyone's side but Harry's and he wanted Dumbledore to know where he stood.

"I see, very well then. I had hoped to spare him a little longer, but the time for that may have passed if I'm correct in my assumptions about the reason you are here," The grey haired wizard leaned forward on his desk and clasped his hands together in front of his tea.

"There's something I'd like to say before we are joined as well. Draco, you are a bright and caring young man. I have seen that in you since you first set foot in this school. Oh, you've made it extremely difficult at times, but it's always been there, just under the rough exterior you try so hard to keep intact. The road ahead of you will not be smooth. There will be those that will not trust you, but do not let those people discourage you. I see your kind heart, Harry sees it, and one day, the rest of the world will as well. Care for a lemon drop?"

Draco couldn't answer verbally, so he just shook his head. How did this man, with whom he rarely spoke, know him so well? He was touched and even more sure of his decision to trust this man to help him start his new life. His thoughts were interrupted by the creaking of the gargoyle. Draco steeled himself against the urge to jump up and pull Harry into a long and very inappropriate embrace.

When he met Harry's eyes, he saw his own conflict and it excited him. He could see Harry's hands balled into fists in his pockets and his entire posture was tense. Draco knew some of it was nervousness, but not all of it. No, Harry wanted to touch him, hold his hand, hug him, kiss him. Harry knew this was going to be a difficult conversation and he wanted to reach out to Draco for comfort. It was almost enough to make Draco disregard the Headmaster and offer his hand… or his lap. Harry would need it.
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