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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 betaed by QuixoticContradiction and PrettyPinkDepression, in which I am eternally thankful. ^.^

"Muffliato." Harry quietly cast the spell around himself, Ron and Hermione at breakfast the next morning. He wasn't about to let more people than those two know about his late-night experience with Draco Malfoy.

It took some time to calm Hermione down from her usual conniption of using the spells from the Half-Blood Prince's copy of Advanced Potion-Making. But, eventually Harry was able to confide in them his unwitting run in with Malfoy.

"You saw a black line on his arm. Harry, that could have just been a shadow." Hermione's voice filled with skepticism.

"You saw Malfoy naked? Gross!" was Ron's first, and predictable, reaction.

"No, it wasn't a shadow. It was like a tattoo. It had to be the Dark Mark!" Harry replied to Hermione, ignoring Ron's comment completely.

"What I find puzzling, is why didn't Malfoy start a fight with you? It would seem more his character to try and duel you or have a screaming match rather than get in the bathtub, wouldn't it?" Hermione seemed deep in thought.

"Yeah, I thought that was odd, too. . ." Harry's voice trailed as he went into the same thought mode as Hermione.

"It was almost like Malfoy wanted you to start talking to him." Hermione continued.

"Wait. That means you and Malfoy were naked in a bathtub together!" Ron crinkled his nose.

"Okay Ron! I think we got that much!" Hermione snarled. Harry felt grateful.

"And his comment, 'Did it ever occur to you that I was trying to get your attention?'. Do you think he meant it?" Harry asked her.

Hermione gazed up in thought for a moment before answering. "No, I don't think so. With his father a Death Eater and his mother a sympathizer, he's really seemed to follow in their footsteps. He probably was so upset about something he let down his guard. That would explain why he didn't try to fight immediately, either. He probably put it back up once you tried to comfort him."

"Still can't understand why you'd comfort Malfoy." Ron grumbled.

Leave it to Hermione to come up with any excuse to close her mind. Harry was sure that she was about to start agreeing with him. Naive, he guessed, to assume such a thing.

Harry didn't bother pushing the subject as the trio went about their normal morning class routine. He couldn't help but notice that Ron seemed less talkative and would occasionally throw him disgusted looks. Harry knew Ron could be petty, sometimes, but thought he was mature enough to hear about his encounter with Malfoy. Apparently, he was wrong to assume that as well.

After another successful Potions class, Harry couldn't help but notice Malfoy was really taking his time to put away his potions ingredients. His fellow band of Slytherin's had already left. Mulling it over for a moment, Harry decided that Malfoy was the only person who could really explain what was going on last night.

He waited for Hermione and Ron to leave. Malfoy was the last person (aside from himself) in the classroom. Harry tailed him silently until they were out in the dungeon corridors.

"Malfoy!" Harry called out to him. He was sure that nobody was close enough to overhear them.

"What, Potter?" Malfoy's cold grey eyes pierced him like a thousand daggers.

"Er- last night. You were upset."

"Yes, Potter! I was upset. You were lucky enough to witness a moment of weakness. Believe me; I don't need your pity."

"Well, I just thought- I mean, you didn't even try to fight with me about the Prefects' bath. I thought you'd want it all to yourself."

"Have you been thinking about this all night, Potter?" Malfoy's voice drawled into a sort of amusement, "Did you think since we shared a bath that we were best friends now?"

"No! I just thought-"

"You thought wrong! The Prefects' bathtub is the size of a large pool. I didn't think you'd get flattered by my sharing it with you!"

"Is something wrong, Draco?" came an annoyingly high-pitched voice. Pansy Parkinson came clutching to Malfoy's arm like an abandon puppy (which seemed to emphasize her pug-like face).

"Just that Potter is trying to make a friendship proposal. Seems he not only wants to be best friends, but wants to share baths, as well." Malfoy sneered.

Close behind the couple came Zabini, Crabbe and Goyle. They had broad grins across their faces. It appeared they caught Malfoy's last comment.

"Like sharing baths now, Potter?" Zabini roared, "Want to be washed like a baby? Feel you missed out on that opportunity since your mum's dead?"

A turquoise jet of light shot out from the end of Harry's wand. Zabini was on the floor, shrieking violently, ripping at himself. He appeared desperate to pull something off of him that wasn't even there. Harry didn't feel the need to justify himself by telling the truth of what happened in the bathroom the previous evening. The stunned and horrified looks on the Slytherins' faces were enough to satisfy him.

Harry had made a quick retreat to the Gryffindor common room after that incidence. Professor Slughorn was very friendly toward him, but Harry was sure he'd still get into a lot of trouble if he'd seen the mental jinx he used on Blaise Zabini.

Ron seemed to have forgotten the fact that Harry had spent time with Malfoy in a bathtub naked. He was talking to Harry again and not giving him awkward stares. With a great deal of help from Hermione, the two of them managed to get a huge chunk of their homework finished. The next day was Friday, and Harry was sure he'd get loads more. He didn't want to have anymore homework than he had to over the weekend.

It was a correct assumption to make that Friday would bring loads of homework. Harry felt so busy Friday night and most of Saturday, he hadn't even had time to check the Marauder's Map.

It wasn't until after dinner Saturday evening that Harry decided to put off his still massive stack of homework. Hermione didn't give up on hers. Ron appeared to be putting it off altogether since Friday. He amused himself mostly with picking on first years.

With the two of them distracted, Harry pulled out the Marauder's Map.

"I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good."

"Not checking for Malfoy again, are you?" he heard Ron groan.

Harry ignored his comment and immediately spotted Draco Malfoy's name in the Slytherin common room. He appeared to be pacing around Crabbe and Goyle, who remained quite still. It went on like this for several minutes until Crabbe and Goyle went into the dormitories. Malfoy, then, appeared still momentarily, then walked up to the dormitories after them.

Wondering whether Malfoy was going to bed or getting his bathrobes, Harry didn't immediately shut the map. It was several more minutes until Malfoy appeared in the common room again. Green eyes strongly affixed, Harry could soon see that he definitely was heading toward the Prefects' bathroom.

"Mischief managed."

Harry wasn't sure why he felt like following after him. The first encounter was awkward enough. He found it improbable that Malfoy was scheming in the bathroom, but not impossible.

Hermione was still caught up in her homework. Ron was now playing Wizards Chess with first years (not caring to go remotely easy on them). Neither of them noticed Harry sneak up to the dormitories.

Luckily for Harry, his dormitory was empty. He packed away his bags and map in his trunk, then drew out his own bathrobes. Throwing the invisibility cloak over himself, Harry went through common room and out the portrait hole. He ran silently at first, like the other night, in case Hermione or Ron noticed.

It wasn't long before Harry was whispering, "Spic 'n Span" to the door next to Boris the Bewildered.

Harry tucked the invisibility cloak under his bathrobes before he entered. Sure enough, the Gryffindor's eyes met with the back of a blond head.

"Oh, back for more? Must really want to catch me naked, Potter!" came the drawling voice as Harry slipped off his bathrobes. He was sure to wear boxers in the massive bathtub, this time. He also couldn't help but notice that Malfoy's mood was significantly lifted.

"No, Malfoy." he muttered, slipping into the bath. This time he stayed in an area that was so deep he had to stand, only exposed from the top of his shoulders.

"What did you do to Blaise?" Malfoy asked, an accusatory tone was definite in his voice, "He's still muttering about beetles and maggots."

Harry smirked, "Served him right."

"First time you did something without help from the Weasel and the Mudblood-"

"Don't call her that!"

"You're boyfriend and that abomination mad at you?" he continued as if he weren't interrupted.

"Stop it!" Harry snarled, "You may not value your friends, but I do mine!"

Malfoy actually laughed rather than stand up for his band of Slytherins, "Don't underestimate them, Potter. Mindless cronies can be very useful."

"That's your friends, you're talking about." Harry couldn't help but feel outraged, even for the snide Slytherins, "Why do they let you manipulate them like that?"

"I've never found it difficult to manipulate my peers." Malfoy continued with a very casual tone of voice, "I could even manipulate you if I wanted to, Potter."

"Really?" Harry responded in disbelief, "Then, why haven't you?"

The Slytherin shrugged, "You're in Gryffindor.It was much more amusing to turn everyone against you."

"You're full of it, Malfoy. I don't believe you. You couldn't manipulate me no matter how hard you tried."

"Don't test me, Potter."

"Oh, but I am. I'm challenging you right now to manipulate me." Harry had a smug look on his face, confident that Malfoy was just boasting.

Malfoy turned in his direction. His silver eyes piercing into Harry's green ones. It wasn't cruel like daggers as he'd experienced most often. It felt as though Malfoy was peering right into his soul. As he drifted closer, Harry felt more uneasy.

"Wh- what are doing?" The confidence in Harry's voice started to flicker.

"I'm not holding my wand, Potter." The Slytherin exposed his hands to show they were wand free. The bubbles on the surface were too dense to see if he had a Dark Mark. "You don't always need magic to manipulate someone."

As apprehensive as he felt, Harry was too proud to back away from him as Malfoy drew closer and closer. In fact, he was sure the blond hadn't been this close to him before, even when they'd gotten into each other's faces. He could make out the detail of his grey eyes that he'd never noticed before. They awkwardly reminded Harry of a young. . . Sirius.

No! Impossible! I just still really miss Sirius is all. I'm imagining it.

It's not that far fetched. They are technically related.

It doesn't matter. Malfoy looks like his father, not his mother! So, he can't look anything like Sirius.

Keep telling yourself that.

The blond was far too close, now. Their noses were almost touching. Yet, they never broke eye contact. And those eyes. . . Different color, granted, but they seemed to invoke a euphoric sensation. They did look like young Sirius', bringing a warmth into Harry. Although, he didn't feel that paternal connection like he did with his late godfather, it was like. . .

"Get away from me, Malfoy!" The only thing Harry wanted now was Malfoy as far away from him as possible. If he could do Occlumency, would that mean he could do Legilimency? He didn't have a wand, though. But, the Gryffindor wanted to be as sure as possible that Malfoy couldn't know the thought that had just crossed his mind.

Harry lifted his arms to push the Slytherin away, but he seemed to be expecting this. Rather than shoving the raven-haired boy's hands away, he interlaced them within his own. The Gryffindor was left pinned against the edge of the pool-sized bath. Before he could comprehend what was going on, he found Malfoy's lips pressed against his own.

The blond definitely wasn't using all his strength. In fact, he was being very gentle, something very unlike Malfoy. A confliction of emotion overcame Harry. A part of him wanted to push Malfoy away, then punch him for such a lewd display of behavior. Yet, another part of him wanted to pull him in closer.

Although, only a few moments had passed, it felt like an eternity. There was the tiniest sound of shattering glass. It was only when Harry squeezed Malfoy's hands back and closed his eyes, that the blond pulled back.

"I knew you were gay, Potter!"

"Wha- You kissed me!" Harry shouted defensively, still not quite sure what just happened.

"Yeah and you liked it, didn't you, Potter? Closing your eyes, squeezing my hands, not to mention. . ." Malfoy jerked his head toward the chandelier. Harry wasn't sure what he was implying; the chandelier looked the same.

"You're sick, Malfoy!" Harry snarled, shoving the Slytherin away from him. Malfoy didn't bother to defend himself. He just floated, laughing derisively.

When he was out of the giant bathtub, Harry threw on his bathrobes. He didn't dare so much as look back at Malfoy. The invisibility cloak wasn't thrown on until after he was in the corridors. Suspicious that Malfoy might know he had it after an incident three years ago, he didn't dare confirm it for him.

The common room was empty by the time he got upstairs. The Gryffindors were already asleep in his dormitory. Harry sat with his wand lit on his four poster; the photo album Hagrid gave him on his lap.

Sirius beamed at him from the photograph taken at his parents' wedding.

Sirius' eyes look nothing like Malfoy's! he kept nagging himself.

He was disgusted, repulsed by the very idea and more so by his and Malfoy's encounter. Yet, as much as he tried to put it out of his mind, the more he could remember it. The tenderness of Malfoy's lips; the blond's skin against his own, so smooth and flawless. The replaying memory seemed to send a small jolt of butterflies in his stomach. Harry convinced himself this was due to revulsion, not excitement.
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