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Taken and Kept	By : Jemixe Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 8293 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Taken and Kept
- 2-WHOMP!!!
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Harry woke up from the nap in which he decided to indulge. He had a vague feeling of worry, disappointment and anticipation, but the feelings weren�t his own. He assumed they were from Voldemort.

Harry was currently sitting at the base of the Whomping Willow. He and the tree had come to a sort of understanding. Harry was allowed to take refuge in the safety of its many violent branches, and the tree got a companion. Really, the tree was just lonely, and like Harry, it was classified and made to fit into a specific category, regardless of its own feelings.

Harry waved his hand and a few fallen leaves were transfigured into birds. As they flew up, the Willow swatted at them; playing and teasing the birds; generally having a good time. Harry smiled at the childlike exuberance of the tree.

�Would you please stop this tree before I lose and eye?�

Harry looked at the interruption, only to see Draco Malfoy. He stood just out of reach of the tree�s branches; arms crossed, eyebrow raised, and a subtle look of impatience gracing his visage.

�No, I don�t think so Malfoy. If you really want in here that badly, then you�ll find a way yourself. Nobody helped me.�

Draco huffed and studied the branches swinging madly about. He saw the tree swatting at the birds and smirked. He took out his wand, and after a few flourishing waved and muttered words, the area around the tree fell into shadow.

Harry looked up to see hundreds of tiny birds swarming the tree. The Whomping Willow actually froze for a moment before gleefully attacking them all. This left the lower part free of branches, allowing Draco to saunter in.

�Brilliant and original. Although, there is a know right here that freezes the tree completely, or you might have asked the tree to let you in.�

�What, and deprive it of the enjoyment of whomping little birds?�

Harry laughed and settled back against the tree trunk, Draco following suit. They sat together in companionable silence. The sun was warm on their faces, only to be gently cooled by the wind.

�It�s almost the end of the school year.�

Draco turned his head at the comment. It seemed to be so completely out of the blue, but Draco knew better.

�So it is.�

�Something�s going to happen. I can feel it.�

Draco looked at Harry thoughtfully. He had no reason to doubt the Gryffindor. Draco found that although he was impulsive, Harry�s instincts were usually right. And even if Harry didn�t have a good sense of impending doom, all Draco had to do was look at his track record to see the truth.

Every year since he�d first come to Hogwarts, something involving Voldemort had happened to Harry. First the Sorcerer�s stone, then the Chamber of Secrets, then in his third year, the truth of Harry�s Godfather, fourth was his part in the resurrection of the Dark Lord, fifth the death of his Godfather, and then his sixth year.

During the last weekend in Hogsmead, a Death Eater attack killed Hagrid and three Ravenclaw fourth years. Hagrid was hit by three killing curses before he fell, landing on and crushing the three Ravenclaws. Harry spent two weeks in the Hospital Ward after the attack. He was, of course, the focal point for the attack.

All in all, Harry�s assessment that something would happen was correct.

�Surprisingly enough, I don�t fear this one. It doesn�t feel the same as the others. I don�t know what, but whatever happens will be big, but not necessarily bad. I can�t really explain it.�

Draco shrugged and looked up at the remaining birds. There weren�t many left in the sky. The majority of transfigured birds were now on the ground, dead. Some had reverted back to the leaves from which they were transfigured.

�Then don�t try and explain it. It will happen, and when it does, you�ll be ready for it.�

Harry smiled and looked at the sky. It was filled with light, fluffy clouds. Harry pointed a finger up and began tracing shapes. Slowly, but surely, a distinct shape started to appear.

�Show off. Is that supposed to be that lumpy? I assume you�re trying to make a horse, right?� It was said in such a curious way, that Harry really couldn�t be offended.

But still, he frowned at Draco on principle before he looked back and studied his creation. It was supposed to be a mermaid; how Draco got a horse out of it when obviously-

�Harry? Harry, where are you?�

Any further thoughts were cut off by the sound of a shrill voice calling his name.

�Oh no! Hide me. Don�t let them know I�m here.�

Harry then dove into the entrance to the secret tunnel located in the trunk of the Whomping Willow.

Draco smiled at the disappearing legs.

�You�re a coward, Potter.�

Draco could barely hear the muffled reply from with in the tree.

�Oh, that�s rich coming from you. Don�t think of this as cowardice, think of it as Slytherin self-preservation. Now, get rid of them!�

Draco laughed out right, finding it deliciously amusing that a wizard of Harry�s caliber would hide from his friends.

Yes, Harry was powerful, and that power was what drew Draco to his side at the end of last year. That day in Hogsmead, Draco saw a fraction of it, and he knew he wanted to be a part of it. He didn�t want to bow down and follow some insane, shade of a once great wizard; nor did he want to follow Dumbledore. But Harry, he had his own side. And that was the side Draco wanted to be a part of.

During that battle, Draco had come out of the Three Broomsticks with his wand raised. He walked directly towards Harry. Instead of attacking the Gryffindor as expected, Draco cursed a wizard that was trying to hex Harry�s back. Draco and Harry fought back to back efficiently, quickly and quite successfully.

�Harry? Harry? Where are you?�

Hermione and Ron came into view of the tree. They both made sure to stay far, far away from it�s madly swinging branches. Draco smirked maliciously; the tree didn�t do that with him. It obviously had very good taste.

Hermione was the first to see Draco, and her distaste clearly showed on her face. While she and Ron knew of Harry�s friendship with Draco, it didn�t necessarily mean they approved. In their minds, Draco was a possible ally in the war against the Dark Lord, and they didn�t like that Harry and the Slytherin found common ground and formed a bond. But Harry did what he wanted, and befriended Draco. There are some instances when animosity held no ground and trust comes into play. Fight back to back against Death Eaters and almost certain death tended to bring people together. If Granger, Weasley and Harry had their troll, why couldn�t Draco and Harry have their fights?

�Malfoy. Have you seen Harry?� Hermione was always frostily polite whenever she addressed Draco.

�And if I have? What would you do for me?�

�What? Why would we do anything for you? All we did was ask a question.�

Draco didn�t know if Ron was more confused by Draco�s question, or angry at having to speak with him.

�Because, Weasley, information in never free. If you want to know, then you have to be ready to trade a service. And since I am the one in the know, I get to choose the service. Now, let me think, what would I want you to do for me? That is such a tough choice. Maybe, you two could carry my books to all my classes. No, that carries a different meaning. How about Granger does my transfiguration homework? And Weasley, what are you good at? There�s not much you can do�oh wait; I�ve got it. You can call me �Your Royal Highness of Hogwarts� every time you see me. That�ll be great. I can see it now. Weasl-�

Hermione cut Draco off before his picture came into full focus.

�No, we�ll find Harry on our own. Honestly, for one second, you�d think you could act human, but I suppose that�s too much to ask from you.� Hermione spun around and walked haughtily away.

�You know, Harry may call you his friend, and he may trust you, but I don�t. You haven�t changed one bit. Harry is my best friend, but he�s blind when it comes to the important things. He won�t see you for who you really are because you two fought together. I�ll be keeping my eye on you.�

Ron left. He had to dodge a particularly long branch that lashed angrily at him. Harry waited until Ron was completely gone before he climbed out of the tree. He sat next to Draco, absently petting a branch. Neither one said anything about Ron�s parting statement.

�Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy.�

The two boys jumped at the sound of that dark, magic voice. They turned and found Professor Snape�s head staring at them from the tree trunk. Those onyx eyes held the gazes of both students.

�If you two would follow me to the Shrieking Shack. I wish to speak with you about your marks on your last potion.�

Before either Harry or Draco could reply, Snape retreated back into the trunk. The two stared at one another, mirroring looks of confusion on their faces.

�Why would Snape need to discuss our last potion in the Shrieking Shack?�

Draco shrugged his shoulders and crawled into the passageway. Harry followed, albeit more slowly. The passage wasn�t nearly as dusty as it once was. Sometime since Harry�s third year it had been cleaned and repaired. The two students heard the faint sounds of Snape walking ahead of them, but neither made any move to catch up; not did the two try and strike up any sort of conversation.

Draco did look back at Harry once along the way, an unreadable look on his face. Harry had been right earlier.

The two finally reached the entrance to the Shrieking Shack and found Snape waiting for them.

�Sit.�

Harry bit back a sigh at the demand, but he did obey.

�You wished to speak with us about our potions, Professor?�

�Not quite.� A voice that was familiar to Harry, but not entirely recognizable answered. He turned to find the owner of that voice.

�Hello Father.�

Lucius stepped out of the shadows and stared directly at Harry.

Yes, Harry was right, Draco thought. Something big was about to happen.
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Yay, chapter two is done. Go me, go me, go me. Ahem, right. So tell me what you think. Inquiring mind(s) wish to know.
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