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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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"Mister Potter, you are needed in the Headmaster's office, please," Professor McGonagall voice rang out through the common room.

Hermione's head whipped up from the book she was reading for the fifth time, "What did you do, Harry?"

Harry, who'd expected something like this and had spent all afternoon in the common room so as to be easily found, just shrugged.

"Well, you must have done something," Hermione's eyes narrowed as if she were jealous she had missed out on his non-existent hi-jinks.

"Honestly, 'mione. It's probably just triwizard stuff, right Harry?" Ron knew it wasn't and soon he'd have to fill Hermione it as well. He dreaded that conversation and wondered how long he could put it off.

"Yeah, most likely. See you guys after while," He followed his professor out of the common room.

"I'm sure you can find your way, Potter. The password this week is gum drops" She shook her head as if the notion of a password so silly was beyond her and motioned for him to be on his way.

First he walked slowly, uncertain if he really wanted to hear what Draco was to confess. Then he picked up the pace, he was going to see Draco, and that was worth hurrying for. Then he slowed again, it wasn't like he'd be able to properly greet the other boy. In the end he hurried, the faster they were finished with Dumbledore, the faster they could be alone, and Harry had the perfect place and someone to cover for him.

"Gum drops," He stepped into the passage and anxiety set in.

The moment he saw Draco it only got worse. The chairs Dumbledore had set out for them were way too far apart. Maybe he could inconspicuously slide his closer when he sat.

"Harry, dear boy, how have you been, seems forever since we had a chat, tea?" Harry couldn't help but laugh, he'd spoken with Dumbledore only two days ago.

"Sounds fantastic. Hello… Draco," He'd floundered for a moment on how to address the other boy, but figured Dumbledore either already knew or would work things out shortly anyway.

"Harry," They shared a tentative smile that almost contradicted how they'd been the last time they were together.

"So, it seems Draco has something he'd like to share with us and then I have something I'd like to talk to you about, Harry," The Headmaster didn't wait for an answer from Harry, instead he turned to Draco.

"Ok, well, I'm not really sure how to start," It was odd to see Draco so unsure.

"I think you'll find the beginning to be the best starting point for any story," Harry was sure that would earn the Headmaster a scathing remark, but Draco just looked at him thankfully and began to speak again.

"Well, that will take us back several years. I'll just give you the condensed version. I've always known that the people my father associates with are unsavory at best. Oh, sure, he puts on a front for the general public. All smiles with the Minister, socializing with politics and elites, he loves to have his picture in the Daily Prophet with every up and coming person who has the potential to be somebody important. Behind closed doors, it's different. There were always people coming and going that to a child were quite scary.

I was taught from a young age not only how to act in public, but how to cast unforgivable. Luckily, my father chose frogs and birds to be my victims, so for the most part, my hands are still clean. I was also taught how to address and bow to someone of 'superior' ranking. I was taught to detest muggles and anyone not 'pure'. It was drilled into my head that their lives were insignificant and was encouraged to believe that genocide was an acceptable idea, theoretically speaking, of course," Draco scoffed to indicate his father's view hadn't been theoretic at all, "Basically, my Death Eater training began the moment I slipped from my mother's womb.

"There was a time when I might have followed that man to the bowels of hell if he asked it of me. I grew up, though, came here, met people that I had been taught were only good for spitting on. Some of those people were even in my own house. As I got to know those people, as I began to learn on my own, I realized how wrong my father was and still is. I read about His first reign, all the senseless killing, all the children left parentless," At that he looked at Harry in acknowledgement.

"I couldn't fathom how anyone could want to live like that. He didn't just kill his enemies either. He would kill a follower for no other reason than simple boredom. I asked myself what kind of world I'd be living in at that moment if Voldemort had gained the power he wanted. I decided I didn't like the answer much. I decided I didn't like my father much either. He was a Death Eater, of course. Still is, I guess, once a Death Eater, always a Death Eater. I only know of one exception to that rule. Even the ones that turned on each other during the trials. They'll still serve him if given the chance. I don't want to give them that chance, and that's why I'm here.

"There are people, my father included - and I can give a few other names - that are working to bring Him back. I don't know the details, but I do know they need Harry to do it. They need his blood, I wish I knew more about the spell they want to use, but I figure that's where you come in, Headmaster. They are also after something else, something my father is sure will guarantee His victory this time around," Draco didn't get to finish because Dumbledore did it for him.

"The prophecy," Draco nodded then turned to Harry when he asked the obvious question.

"What prophecy?"

"That, my boy, is what I'd like to speak with you about, once we are finished here. Draco, how do you know this to be true?"

"Earlier this year Igor Karkaroff came to visit the Manor. He and father were talking about Him coming back, about how He's growing stronger. I was rather confused since I thought He was dead, then I heard other Slytherins saying the same kind of things. Either they'd heard their parents talking about it, or had even had it discussed openly in their homes. I don't think it's leaked to other houses yet, if it had, Harry, as well as others, would have heard.

Then I received the notice to report home this weekend and I wasn't the only one, as I'm sure you're aware, Headmaster. I was half afraid that He was already back full-force, but thankfully I was wrong. This weekend was a refresher. I had to prove that I still had the ability to perform certain dark spells. I was taught, yet again, how to bow and speak to someone above me. I was told of his imminent return and though father didn't say it directly, I know what he expects of me," Harry leaned forward and rested his head in his hands, it was just too much.

"Could I speak with Harry in private for a moment, Headmaster?"

"Absolutely, my boy," With a wave of his wand Dumbledore placed a bubble of silence around Harry and Draco, then sat back and started to eat his gummy bears.

Draco's mouth dropped open and he looked back and forth between Harry and Dumbledore several times before Harry sniggered in spite of his gloom.

"What's so funny?"

"You look so shocked. You did ask to speak to me in private and he provided privacy," Harry continued to grin, it was just such a Dumbledore thing to do.

"Well I was thinking he might leave the room."

"This is his office, why would he leave?"

"Oh never mind, are you certain he can't hear us?"

"Yes, you asked to speak with me in private and he agreed, I trust that he wouldn't eavesdrop."

"Ok, listen, thus far I've made several decisions where all this Voldemort business is concerned. The decisions I've made to this point have only affected me. I decided I didn't want to fight someone else's war when I didn't believe in the cause. I decided to come here and report everything I was able to learn over the last few months. I had also decided that no matter what, I wouldn't offer myself up as a spy. However, upon further contemplation I have realized that choice doesn't just affect me. So, I'd like to discuss that," Neither Draco's voice or demeanor betrayed his tenseness, but Harry felt it all the same.

"What's to discuss?" He most certainly didn't want to endanger the other boy like that. If Draco wanted to do it and was adamant about it, Harry wouldn't have tried to stop him, but it was obvious that it wasn't what he wanted.

"Well, my position would make for some very useful information. Of course, it would mean continuing the ruse that we hate each other a little longer. It would also mean frequent visits home, maybe even during the week. It could possibly mean going as far as to actually take the Dark Mark. Having considered everything though, I still think I could do it, if you thought it would help. If you wanted me to, I'd do it," He sounded resolved, as though he'd already decided, but Harry knew better.

"No, absolutely not," Harry firmly shook his head to further solidify his reluctance.

"Harry, if it'd help, and it would, it would be worth it. I want to do anything I can to make sure we walk away from this alive and victorious. It's not just that either, Harry, I'd do anything you asked of me. Anything," Draco had been trying to avoid eye contact for a few minutes, but made sure that their eyes were locked when he determinedly whispered that last word.

"Anything?" He knew it was dirty, but he would use whatever was in his arsenal to keep Draco safe and close.

"Anything," Now Draco's face was starting to show signs of worry.

"Good. Don't offer yourself as a sacrifice. Stay here, never go back to the Manor. I know he's your father, Draco, but you aren't safe with him. I want you here, with me. Please?"

"Harry…"

"Please…"

"Ok, let the old man know he can burst the bubble, so to speak, and let's finish here. I'm thinking a study session is in order tonight?" Draco didn't look much like he wanted to study, he looked more like he just needed a friend. Harry could be that friend and if the other boy needed physical comfort? Well, Harry could offer that as well.

"Draco?"

"Yes?"

"I missed you… a lot. I don't think once a week is going to be enough for me anymore either," He wanted to look at the other boy for this admission, but found that he could not.

"Harry? Look at me, love," His heart skipped a beat and he failed to hide his smile, "I can't tell you how much I missed you. Not just this weekend either. So, yeah we need to figure something out."

"It's taken care of, when we're done here, I'll show you my newest secret."

"My, my Harry, you've been a busy boy while I was away," Harry returned Draco's happy smile before remembering where they were.

"Alright, let's get this over with," He waved to Dumbledore and felt the air around them shift when they were released.

"So, boys, anything important I should know?"

"Is there anything you don't already know, Headmaster?" Harry just couldn't help himself.

"I have always wondered something, do either of you know how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop? I've never been able to get there myself, I either lose count or bite into it," Harry guffawed, then snorted at Draco's perplexed look.

"It's a… a muggle… thing, Draco," He said between peals of laughter. If not for the somber topic of discussion and the tense atmosphere he might not have found it so hilarious. It took him a full three minutes to get his giggles under control.

"Sorry, Headmaster."

"Quite alright, Harry. I'm afraid though, that there is something rather serious we must discuss. Draco, would you like to wait outside?"

"NO!" Even Dumbledore jerked at his emphatic outburst, "I'm sorry, I just mean that whatever that prophecy is about, Draco can hear it too. I'd rather he not leave."

"Harry, are you sure? I really don't mind to leave."

"I'm sure, Headmaster?" The older man didn't look much surprised that he'd be explaining this to both of them.

"Boys, I feel the need to tell you that no one else knows of the prophecy in full with the exception of myself and one other person," He glanced at Draco as if he should understand and Draco looked as if he did.

"However, how he came to know of it and later get the full version is a story for another time, but one you will know one of these days, rest assured. It isn't mine to tell, or I'd enlighten you now. But, I digress, Harry you must understand that this prophecy wasn't made about you, but Voldemort himself made it about you, he chose his enemy though he doesn't realize it."

"What is it exactly, sir?"

"This must not leave this room, do you understand? You can't give information you don't have, even under torture," Dumbledore again waved his wand and enclosed the three of them in another bubble.

"I would not even allow the portraits to hear this. I warn you that this will not be easy to hear, Harry, but do not let it weigh you down, prophecies are cryptic and you are not to take it literally. This was made in my presence and the sole reason we have our current divination professor," Harry had never seen or heard Dumbledore so serious.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches,

Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies

And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not

And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives

The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies."

Harry was devastated. He would have to die, he would have to die to kill the bastard. He was going to die and he just couldn't process it.

"Harry, breathe, relax. I warned you that it wouldn't be easy to hear, but I also told you not to take it literally. I know things you do not, there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Do you trust me, Harry?"

He didn't even hesitate, there was no need, "Absolutely."

"Then trust that I will make sure that you walk away from this. He will die, you will not. You will have to do something most difficult, but you will not die. Do you understand me?'

"Yes, sir," Harry let himself believe, it was the only way he'd get up out of the chair. It was the only way he'd be able to carry on.

"Fantastic," The Headmaster clapped his hands once and a bright smile spread across his face, "So, enough gloom and doom for one night, boys. You still have a few hours for social time, so why don't you make the best of it," They stood to leave, "Oh and Mister Potter, Mister Malfoy? I know the two of you would never be seen in the halls after curfew." The quirk of one eyebrow seemed to say, 'Be smart boys, just don't get caught'

"Not a chance, Headmaster," Draco assured him. Harry nodded his agreement.

"Goodnight, dear boys, sleep well," His warning to 'mind the bed bugs' followed them out the door.
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