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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?

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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, gore

Chapter Fifteen – All I Fear

Harry watched as Draco blinked and then squirmed. ‘Yes, he knows, but he wants to play stupid so that he can always back out later, I believe,’ he thought, allowing a tiny smile to grace his lips. “We haven’t talked about it since that day, and I’m tired of tip-toeing around it now.”

“Has-”

“No, Neville hasn’t said anything, but he really doesn’t need to at this point,” Harry said with a sigh. “I know that you said to ask you again later. Well, it’s later.”

Draco folded his arms against his thin chest and breathed deeply. “I’ve told you, Harry, that I have no desire to marry Pansy. Even less now that she’s tried to kill me.”

“And why would she do that?”

“Because of Blaise… I thought that much was obvious. I told my father of the possibility of Blaise’s mother sneaking away to Northern Africa to get away from his master. Lucius probably passed that information along. Blaise knows that he only told Pansy and me. And since Pansy is so tightly wound around his finger, it leaves me to be the one who told.”

“But I thought that that was all a part of the Slytherin power plays?”

“What do you know of them?” Draco’s grey eyes were flashing dangerously.

“Don’t be stupid. It doesn’t suit you.” Harry rolled his eyes as Draco glared at him. “I have learned a few things over the years, dealing with you and your housemates; not to mention Snape.”

“I suppose,” the blond huffed. “And, normally, it would be part of being in Slytherin, but Blaise isn’t exactly the epitome of Salazar’s House.”

“No, you are,” Harry joked. His amusement died with the look of annoyance on Draco’s face. “Look, Draco, I know what you said and some of what you’ve done, but that’s not what I’m talking about here.”

“Then what are you talking about, Harry? Because, I’m a little confused as to what purpose this serves when there’s so much else going on around us.”

“I know that!” Harry ran both hands through his hair harshly. “Draco, this thing between us… We can’t just ignore it. When I saw you in the hall,” he swallowed a sob that was desperately trying to claw its way out, “when I saw you there, I couldn’t think. I panicked. You were blue and scratching at yourself and you weren’t breathing. And I couldn’t do anything.”

Draco blushed and turned his head to the side, but Harry reached over and forced him to look him in the face. “I was terrified. Do you know what that feels like?”

“Of course, Potter,” Draco snapped, trying to pull his face from Harry’s fingers. “I only spent the entire summer with the Dark Lord and my crazy aunt in the same house!”

Harry nodded before closing his eyes. “Yeah, I’ve met your aunt. I hate her.”

“Yes, well, you’ll be happy to know that she and my uncle Rodolphus finally managed to procreate,” the blond sneered.

“Fuck, why didn’t you say anything before now?”

“Because I told Dumbledore as soon as I found out.” Draco blew out a breath and looked at Harry steadily. “I know what you’re talking about, Harry, but I fail to see how it plays a part in anything we’re dealing with right now.”

“We can’t keep ignoring this, Draco.” Harry shook his head, his eyes snapping back up to lock with Draco’s grey irises. “I really don’t want to, either. I see you every damn day and all I can think about is that bloody kiss!”

“It was rather good,” Draco whispered as his cheeks flushed. “You should have let me finish it.”

“And then what? What would have happened after that? We’d still be acting as if nothing was going on between us and that is not what I want anymore.” Harry seized Draco’s hand, bringing it to his lips and covering the soft skin with delicate kisses. He smiled as he heard the other boy’s breathing hitch. “Are you going to tell me that you’ll be happy staying like this?” His lips stretched into an obscene grin as Draco shook his head breathlessly. “Then help me fix it.”

“What do you want, Potter?”

“You,” Harry growled before diving in for another kiss, making up his mind that there was too much talking going on for his taste.

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

Lucius sneered as he watched Rabastan and Rodolphus huddle and jump at every sound that occurred. Of course, part of him understood why they were so… twitchy. The Dark Lord had let Lucius be the one to administer their punishments for failing to take down the Tonks family. And Rodolphus had taken twice as much as Rabastan since Bella was unable to accept her own because of her delicate situation.

That didn’t mean that Lucius actually sympathized with them. Of course not. Had they sympathized with him after he’d been arrested during that mess at the Department of Mysteries? Why, no, they hadn’t. So, he extended no such offers of camaraderie. That simply wasn’t the Death Eater way. Let some silly Hufflepuff cry and agonize over the two hours of Cruciatus curses they’d lived through. He was Slytherin and had not-so-secretly enjoyed it.

However, he was displeased in other areas. His darling wife had requested his presence, and for some reason, Severus had told her that he would have Lucius come to her. If not for the fact that the woman was carrying his unborn child, one that could replace that incompetent brat she’d birthed nearly eighteen years ago, he’d have let Bellatrix kill her back in November. However, she was, and now he was forced to put up with her for some time yet.

Sneering, Lucius stopped in front of the door to Narcissa’s room and listened. Faint moans of discomfort carried through the rich wood and Lucius had a brief thought that perhaps he would lose this child before he’d had the chance to even secure its future away from Draco. Squaring his shoulders, Lucius pushed the heavy doors open and stormed into Narcissa’s bedchamber. As soon as he’d entered, he wished he hadn’t.

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

Hermione shuffled slowly into St. Mungo’s with the Weasley family, her heart pounding erratically. In one of these rooms was her mum, but not her dad. She sniffled and blinked suddenly itchy eyes, unsure of what she was doing, where she was going. Her knees gave out and before she could hit the ground, strong arms wrapped around her waist.

“Hold on, ‘Mione,” Ron said, and she relaxed for a moment before gathering her wits and shoving him away.

“Thank you, Ron, but I’m fine now,” she said primly, running a hand through her frizzy hair.

“Bollocks,” he shouted as an angry flush stole over his face, leaving it the same color as his flaming hair. “You nearly fainted, and since you’re not that kind of girl, it’s got to be serious. Besides, no one expects you to be strong at a time like this!”

She took a moment to stare into the blue eyes that she loved so much and sighed. He’d changed. Ron, Harry and she had been close since that moment in first year when Professor Quirrell let a mountain troll into Hogwarts during the Halloween feast – if one discounted that moment in fourth year when Ron had been an idiot over Harry’s name coming out of the Goblet of Fire. But she felt that this change was just something that couldn’t be repaired as easily as Ron watching Harry fight a dragon. No, this time, Harry was determined to date the dragon. She giggled hysterically at that thought while Ron gave her a worried look that she brushed off.

No, maybe it wasn’t Ron who’d changed. And that was the problem. Harry had grown out of his childhood rivalry with Malfoy, and Ron couldn’t. And while it was probably due to the long-standing feud between the two pureblood families, Ron wasn’t even making an attempt to see that there might be more to Malfoy than what they’d all thought. No, his reasoning was that Harry was compromised and should be isolated from the blond.

And, if she was perfectly honest with herself, Hermione really didn’t want to have to teach Ron the difference. It was something that Harry would have to do, and if her errant boyfriend kept pushing things with their friend, he wouldn’t like the results of that particular situation. She would just have to wait for it to happen to help either one or the other to get over things.

“Ron, I want to talk to my mum alone,” she said quietly, hoping that her tone wasn’t as tired as she felt. “I’ll come and check on Percy later, but right now, I want to see my mum and cry on her shoulder or let her cry on mine. Just… I’ll find you later.”

His face scrunched up in distaste, but eventually he nodded. “Alright,” he said, placing a soft kiss on her cheek before walking away.

‘Things will never be the same again,’ she thought as she steeled herself to enter the door that separated her from her mother. ‘I’m not sure how we’re going to get through this whole.’

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

How long they stayed there, arms wrapped around each other’s backs, whispering nonsensical words and kissing, Draco was unsure, but he’d never felt so peaceful before. Harry was here, in Draco’s arms, whispering in his ear like a lover, letting his warmth slowly leak into Draco’s body. It was nirvana.

Until Harry pulled away and stared at him for a long moment with a questioning look on his face.

“What?” Draco asked, unsure if he really wanted to know what was going on in the Gryffindor’s mind.

“When did you… realize that you felt differently for me?” Harry whispered as his face and neck flushed prettily.

“I’m not sure. It was probably that summer between fifth and sixth year, shortly after you’d had my father arrested at the Ministry.”

“I didn’t have Lucius anything,” Harry snarled. “Him, your utter bitch of an aunt, some stupid Death Eaters, and Tom all showed up to get that stupid prophecy.”

“What prophecy?” Draco blinked, wondering just how much about Harry’s life he was going to be let in on this particular conversation.

“Ugh, I forget how much you don’t know,” Harry groaned, clasping his head with one hand while lost in thought. “Professor Trelawney isn’t as big a hack as we all thought. Sometimes, she really can tap into the True Sight. At least, that’s the way Dumbledore explained it to me.

“Anyway, sometime before either of us was born, she had an interview for the teaching job here and had a prophetic moment. Snape overheard it and took it back to Voldemort.”

“What did it say?” Draco whispered, trying to ignore the chill that rushed down his back.

“Something about the one who could kill Voldemort would be born at the end of July from parents that had defied him three times, that he’d be marked as his equal, and that neither could live while the other survived.” He paused, his green eyes closed but pain lancing his words perfectly. “It was between me and Nev. I got elected for Voldemort’s personal attention, while your aunt was sent after Nev’s parents.”

Draco gasped as he realized what exactly Harry was talking about. “So, that’s how you became the Boy Who Lived…”

“Yeah, just think. He could have gone after Neville, and where’d we be then?”

“Don’t joke about that, Harry. It’s a very scary thought.” Even though he was serious, Harry chuckled darkly. “But, why did he choose you over Longbottom?”

“You want my theory or Dumbledore’s?” Harry sighed as he turned his head to stare at Draco for a long time before continuing. “Nev’s a pureblood… Me, I’m a half-blood with a pureblood parent. That means Ol’ Snake Face and I have something in common.” He snorted. “Did you know that before he went completely psychotic that he had black hair and green eyes?”

“So…” Draco took a deep breath. “So, he saw you as the bigger threat because of the similarities you share?”

“That’s as good a guess as anyone’s come up with. He’s crazy, so I’m not sure why he’s after me so much anymore, aside from the fact that I didn’t die that night and I keep beating him with pure luck.” He sighed heavily again, and Draco was sure that that would be the sound that broke his heart… if he was some soppy, pathetic Hufflepuff. As it was, it brought his thoughts back to the beginning of this particular part of their conversation.

“So, after my father was arrested and my mother fell ill, I had a lot of time to think by myself. Severus visited, of course, but it wasn’t often enough to make it worth much. And then, Aunt Bella and the Dark Lord freed the rest of the Death Eaters from Azkaban. I had less time for myself, but I spent more time thinking to myself.” He paused and then glared at Harry. “Do you know what it's like to hate you throughout the day, getting the Cruciatus cast on me to the point of near insanity and then crawl into bed, half-fearing and half-praying that I will dream about you? Every bloody day? For months on end?”

Harry’s face went from sympathetic to gobsmacked rather quickly. “I can’t really say that I do,” he managed after a few seconds of silence.

“It’s rather mortifying, to be honest. I found out a few things that I didn’t really want to know at the time.”

Again, it was silent, but painfully so this time. “Did you?” he asked in a tiny, hopeful voice.

“Did I what?” Draco gave Harry a contemplative look and tried to ignore the annoying fluttering of his heart.

“Dream of me?”

“Merlin, yes, every bloody night.”

Harry blushed prettily again, his earlier brashness obviously forgotten. Draco knew he was blushing as well, but he was so wrapped up in Harry’s actions that he didn’t put enough effort into being truly embarrassed. Green eyes blinked in confusion before turning to stare directly at Draco’s face. “What about?”

All the blood in his body rushed to his groin as flashes of his old dreams came to him and he swallowed down a lump in his throat, but he was sure that his voice was still thick with desire when he spoke again. “A lot of things.”

He knew he wasn’t imagining the look of utter interest on Harry’s eager face or the deepening of the flush on the other teen’s cheeks. “Like what?”

“Like this,” Draco said before pulling Harry up onto the bed where he rested, yanking him down to lie on top of him and kissing those soft lips for all he was worth. It took a few seconds for Harry to respond, but when he did so, he was so bloody enthusiastic that Draco could only mourn the fact that they were still in the infirmary. Broom-calloused hands made their way up his shirt to run over the planes of his chest and stomach and the little sounds Harry made while they snogged were absolutely delicious.

Sadly, he knew it was too good to last. He heard the door open and before he could look up so he could properly curse the intruder, a familiar - and unwelcome - voice shouted. “What the hell is wrong with you, Harry?!”

TBC

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