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When Two Are One	By : rachxoxo Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5198 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-**UPDATE**
- 12-Eleven
- 13-Twelve
- 14-Thirteen
- 15-Fourteen
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�You can�t actually be thinking of going�� Ron said for the umpteenth time after scanning the note.

�Yes, I can and I am. I have a feeling about going to meet Malfoy.� Harry said, gathering up his belongings from around Ron�s room.

�If it�s anything like the feeling you had about going to Godric�s Hollow, then it can only end in disaster, can�t it?� Hermione said, reluctantly handing over the slip of parchment to Harry.

�Leave it to you to think the worse of a situation� Harry said, closing his trunk.

�She�s thinking clearly, mate. It�s you whose being mental about this. Have you forgotten he�s a Death Eater?� Ron asked.

�Snape was a Death Eater and he didn�t turn out all that bad, did he?�

�Will you stop and listen to yourself?! You�re actually thinking of paying your worst enemy a visit as if it�s for a quaint discussion of the weather he�s seeking from you� Hermione said.

�Again, as I�ve established to Ron, I am taking Malfoy up on his offer. And besides that, he is not my worst enemy. The bearer of that title died months ago.�

�He�s mental!� Ron said, throwing his arms up. He was pacing around the room in circles, shaking his head in a manner that suggested it may fall off soon. �Malfoy�s Imperiused him, I�m telling you!�

�He can�t have been, Ronald. Malfoy doesn�t have a wand, remember?�

�Then he borrowed his mummy�s again� Ron said, becoming angrier by the step.

�She�s in Azkaban, along with Lucius. Their wands were confiscated after they were captured.� Hermione replied dryly.

�You know, as much as I enjoy listening to you two argue back and forth, if I don�t get going soon, I�ll be late� Harry said, lifting the handle of his trunk.

�It�s only two o�clock. It�s not going to take you that long to get there� Ron said, stopping on the spot.

�I told you, I�m stopping by Grimmauld Place to drop my things off�

�But Mrs. Weasley said you can stay as long as you�d like!�

�And I�ve told her and you that I don�t want to impose any longer than I should. The Weasley�s deserve some time to themselves to become reacquainted with Percy. And besides, aren�t you leaving for Australia tomorrow?� Harry said, crossing his arms.

Hermione�s face reddened slightly at this.

�Tell your mum and dad �Hi� for me once they know who they are again� Harry said, holding out his arms for a hug.

Hermione smiled and latched onto him, nearly strangling the breath out of him. She turned away from him teary eyed as Ron held his hand out. Harry clasped his around Ron�s but pulled him into an embrace.

�Call us after your meeting, will you?�

�Of course� Harry said, patting Ron on the shoulder.

With a wave to his two best friends, he thought Number Twelve Grimmauld Place and felt the familiar tug at his navel.

He landed on the topmost step in front of the house and readied himself for impending doom. Turning the doorknob as quietly as he could, he poked his head through the door, keeping his eyes peeled for any sudden movements. He felt his eyes were playing tricks on him as he glanced over the impeccable hallway before him. Gone was the peeling paint, the threadbare dusty carpet. The walls were bathed in a dark scarlet and the moldings all gleamed in gold. The carpet was removed, leaving a deep cherry floor that was polished to a glassy finish. Harry stopped to glance at his reflection before there was the creek of a door overhead.

�Who�s there?� he said, pointing his wand at the landing of the stairs.

�Master Harry!� Kreacher gushed, running as fast as his tiny, old legs could carry him down the stairs.

He threw himself at Harry�s legs and hugged him tightly.

�Kreacher? Aren�t you supposed to be at Hogwarts?�

�Master Harry must not be mad at Kreacher. Kreacher left Hogwarts with the other house-elves after the Dark Lord was vanquished. Kreacher couldn�t think of anywhere else to go, Master Harry.�

Harry smiled and tucked his wand back in his pocket. He patted Kreacher on the head and turned for the stairs. Kreacher took the handle of trunk and followed Harry, the dull thuds of the wood on wood echoing through the quiet house. Harry waited for the wailing cries of Mrs. Black, but they never came.

�Kreacher, you don�t have to do everything for me. You�re free to go.� Harry said as the small elf dragged the heavy luggage.

�Kreacher wants to help Master Harry. Kreacher is grateful that Master Harry has defeated the Dark Lord.� Kreacher croaked in his bull-frog voice.

�So you�re responsible for the state of this place?� Harry said, gesturing to the now perfectly clean drawing room that would make even Aunt Petunia jealous.

�Kreacher hoped Master Harry would return one day. Kreacher has been working night and day to make the house inhabitable for Master Harry and his friends. Where are Master Harry�s friends?�

�Master Harry�er�my friends are with their families right now. I�m sure they�ll be by to visit from time to time.�

�Kreacher hoped that Hermione would come back. Hermione might be a Mudblood, but Hermione was very nice to Kreacher. Kreacher understands true kindness now, Master Harry� Kreacher said, bowing before Harry.

�Thank you, Kreacher.�

They had stopped in front of Sirius� door, which was now scrubbed clean of years of grime. Harry hoped the interior hadn�t been changed as dramatically as the rest of the house as he turned the knob. Sure enough, all of the faded posters of Muggle bikini babes and motorcycles still covered the walls. The bedclothes and drapery had clearly been changed and the room smelled faintly of leather.

�Kreacher thought Master Harry would want to stay in Master Sirius� room. Kreacher just cleaned this room today. Kreacher has been very busy. Kreacher has not slept in two weeks.�

�Kreacher, please go get some sleep.� Harry said.

�Master Harry might need a drink or his shoes pulled off. Kreacher can not sleep while Master Harry needs him�

�Kreacher, I order you to go to sleep. And not in that dreadful cupboard, in a real bed. Take Regulus� room.� Harry said in a tone that made it seem more like a suggestion than an order.

Kreacher�s eyes welled up in tears and he flung himself onto Harry, who fell back against the bed, the small creature in his lap.

�Kreacher was wrong about Master Harry. Kreacher thought Master Harry would be like Master Sirius. Oh how Kreacher was wrong. Master Harry thinks of Kreacher as an equal. Kreacher will do anything for Master Harry. Anything� Kreacher cried.

�Go�� Harry said, lifting Kreacher from him and giving him a nudge in the direction of the door. Kreacher turned back as if to reject again, but sobbingly retired himself to retrieve his things from his cupboard and take shelter in Regulus� room.

Harry laughed and shook his head, laying back on the plush comforter on the bed that would now be his. He kicked his shoes off and closed his eyes, drifting closer and closer to sleep as the minutes wore on. It was the incessant ticking of his watch that woke him from his nap, the time of 3:55 blaring through the glass.

�Fuck!� he exclaimed, pulling his shoes back on.

He ran down the stairs two at a time, landing in front of Regulus� room.

�Kreacher?� he said, giving the door a faint knock before opening it.

The tiny house elf had himself wrapped up in what looked like all of Regulus� clothes and was snoring quite loudly on the bed. Harry laughed to himself and picked up a spare piece of parchment and pencil from the floor. He scribbled the dozing elf a note.

Kreacher,

Went to Malfoy�s. Be back later.

Master Harry

�3:58..shit. I�m going to be late� he said, leaving the note on the floor in front of the door.

Running his hand over the back of his head to attempt to smooth his permanent bed head (in vain, of course) he thought Malfoy Manor.

He appeared in front of the wrought-iron gates that separated him from the Manor on the other side. Looking around for some sort of call box or other means of gaining entrance, he found none. In sheer frustration that he was now�five minutes late, he shook at the monstrous gates.

�Goddamn�motherfucker�son-of-a-bitch�� he cursed as he kicked the metal.

�I�ll ask you to refrain from battering my gate any further, Potter�
the familiar vitriolic voice taunted him.

Harry muttered one last �fuck� under his breath and unclasped his hands from the metal gate.

�Just how in the bloody hell am I supposed to get through it?� he called into the nothingness from which the voice was funneling.

�Lift your left arm up. The gates should dissolve, thus allowing you to enter. Except we�ve never had a Muggle lover call, so it might not work.�

Harry bit back a retort and lifted his arm as instructed. The ornate twisted gate disappeared and he stepped forth, taking a wider stride to rule out the possibility of the gate crushing him. Brushing his hands on his jeans, he strode up the long driveway to the house.

�I�m around the back. In the garden.�

Harry turned on his heels and changed his course, walking under seemingly endless trellises blooming with blood colored roses. Passing a large fountain of a tall, thin wizard in a billowing cloak, he found the inner area of the garden. Draco Malfoy sat at a lone marble table in the center of the yard. Harry suddenly felt very underdressed for the occasion in his Weird Sister�s shirt, faded jeans and worn-down shoes as he took in Malfoy�s appearance. He was wearing a gray pinstriped suit with an emerald green shirt and black tie, his platinum blond hair slicked back and his face painted in his signature sneer. He felt Malfoy�s eyes boring into him as he stalked up to the table.

�You�re late.� Malfoy said, gesturing for the chair across from him.

Were you expecting a handshake, Potter.

Harry sat down slowly and looked around, feeling very awkward in his own body. A tiny female house elf sidled up to Malfoy�s left side.

�Shall I go get some tea for Master Draco and his quest?� she said in her squeaky little voice.

�Of course, Daisy. And bring some pasties.� Malfoy asked of her.

Daisy bowed deeply and scurried off for the house.

Malfoy sat studying Harry�s countenance for any shred of fear in the situation he had willingly walked into. There was none, only a look of fierce concentration as his eyes drifted over every inch of the garden.

�Nice to see you dressed up for the occasion, Potter. Of course it is a step up from Weasley�s rags,� Malfoy said, smirking.

Harry tore his eyes from the landscape and looked directly into the steely ones across from him.

�If you only called me here to insult my friends, I�m leaving,� Harry said, standing up.

�Sit down. Please.�

Something in the tone of Malfoy�s voice made Harry shut his subconscious up from yelling at him to get the hell out while he could. Harry sat once more and crossed his arms over his chest.

Daisy came dashing out of the home, balancing a silver tray on each hand. She slid a silver steaming kettle onto the table, along with a dish of sugar cubes and creamer. She set a porcelain cup and saucer in front of each of them and filled them with tea . A plate of plum colored pasties was placed between them.

�Thank you, Daisy .�

The elf bowed again and scuttled out of sight. Harry sniggered.

�Changed your mind on house-elves as servants, Malfoy?� he asked, prodding his spoon at the tea.

�If you�ll recall, that was my father�s view and not mine. Or have you confused us once again?� Malfoy shot at him. For emphasis he rolled up his sleeve to show Harry that his supposed Dark Mark was non-existent. �See? Nothing there.�

His expression soured even further as he mixed equal parts sugar and cream into his tea.

�Your tea�s getting cold.�

Remembering the warm amber liquid, Harry dunked a copious amount of sugar into his cup, neglecting the creamer. He stirred until the granules melted and took a small sip. Malfoy chuckled.

�What? You�ve poisoned me, haven�t you?� Harry said, grasping at his throat as if he could prevent the poison from seeking his blood stream.

�How could I have poisoned you when I did not prepare the tea?� Malfoy said, smugly.

�You had Daisy do it then.�

Malfoy chuckled at this, shaking his head.

�Contrary to what you may think, I do not wish to kill you. I was laughing at the amount of sugar you put in your tea. You really do have a death wish, don�t you?�

Harry gave him a puzzled look, but shook his head and gulped at the tea again. He polished it off and resigned the cup to its saucer.

�So why did you call me here? If I remember correctly, we hate each other.�

�I don�t hate you, Potter. Loathe, yes, but I don�t hate you.� Malfoy said, tearing a corner off of one of the pasties.

�It�s the same bloody thing you idiot.�

Malfoy considered it for a moment before popping the piece of pasty into his mouth.

�You must be right. The Chosen One must never be wrong.�

Harry rolled his eyes and reached for one of the pasties.

�Don�t take that one.� Malfoy warned. �That one is definitely poisoned.�

�I�ll take my chances,�

They sat in silence for a few minutes, Harry concentrating on the delicious cherry pasties and Malfoy concentrating on the oddity sitting across from him.

Does he not eat? Bloody hell, he�s practically inhaling those fucking things. If I wanted to I could hex the shit out of him right now and he�d never notice.

Why is he staring at me? Is he waiting for me to get my guard down so he can jinx me into oblivion? Well, I�m ready for you, you pointy-faced bastard.

Malfoy crossed and uncrossed his arms as Harry persisted with devouring pasty after pasty. He was becoming more impatient with each passing moment. Harry was relishing in the sounds of displeasure Malfoy was making and was doing his best to piss off the pompous prat.

�Enough!� Malfoy said, banging on the table.

A wide smirk spread over Harry�s face as he wiped off his hands and placed them on the table, folding them.

�I called you here because I wanted to..� Malfoy started.

He was interrupted by the appearance of a large Eagle owl with bright orange eyes. It had several rolls of parchment tied to its leg, which Malfoy angrily pulled off. With a ruffle of its feathers and an indignant hoot, the owl took off for the nearest tree.

�Third fucking time today�when will she get the fucking hint�stupid fucking twat�� Malfoy hissed under his breath, tearing up each piece of parchment.

�Let me guess�Pansy Parkinson?� Harry said, still smirking.

�She doesn�t seem to understand that I want nothing to do with her. There is no excuse valid enough for what she did.� Malfoy said, tossing the pieces of parchment onto the silver tray.

�What did she do?�

Malfoy paused for a moment, considering how he should address the question. He could go with the part of him that urged him to concoct a story so unbelievable that Potter just had to take it as the truth, or he could opt to actually tell the truth for the first time in years.

�Cheated on me. With�Nott. I broke up with her on the spot and now she�s owling me incessantly begging for my forgiveness. It�s rather pathetic.� Okay, so he went with the first option. �I don�t suppose you�ve ever gotten a letter from girls begging you to take them back, Potter. Malfoy added smugly.

�Yes, but I never gave them any reason to cheat on me. What�s the matter, Malfoy, not able to fulfill her needs?�

�I assure you I am well equipped to fulfill any woman�s needs. I could show you what a real man looks like some time if you�d like.� Malfoy said, resting his hand on his belt buckle.

Harry shuddered and turned up his face in disgust. �Were you born with the horns or did they grow in gradually?�

Malfoy was out-right laughing now. It wasn�t the laughter Harry had endured for the past seven years at his expense. This was genuine laughter.

�Who knew that in the years you�d spent dodging Voldemort that you�d developed a comedy act?�

�You might�ve known if you hadn�t chosen to be against me from the moment we met.� Harry said, pouring himself more tea.

�You were the one that chose that, Harry, not me. I offered you friendship but instead you chose Weasley.� Malfoy said flatly.

�Excuse me for enjoying the company of people who aren�t constantly boasting about their family�s wealth and power. So I turned you down and from then on you made it your mission to make our lives a living hell?� Harry said, giving one of the pasties a poke.

�I was brought up to believe��

�You were brought up to believe some pretty fucked up things that border on insanity. But the thing is, you have your own mind now. You�ve had it for years and have refused to open it up.�

�My father�

�You�re not your father, Draco.� Harry said, his eyes staring straight into the blond�s.

�You don�t have to carry on with his prejudice.�

�It�s funny you speak of prejudice while you have sat on your pedestal and judged an entire group of people since the day you set foot on wizarding soil merely for the fact that their ambition succeeded any level your tiny mind could fathom.� Draco sneered.

�As if you�re innocent in that respect?�

�I DON�T KNOW ANY OTHER FUCKING WAY TO BE!� Draco screamed, banging on the table so fiercely this time that both teacups flew from its surface and crashed to the ground.

Harry jumped at least a foot in his seat. Sure he�d seen Malfoy pissed before, but he never thought he�d see such a blatant disregard for the mask he always wore. Harry stared down at him as he crouched beside the shards of porcelain.

�Bloody fucking hell. These were my great-great-great-great grandmother�s. Mother�s going to murder me when she gets out of Azkaban.�

Remembering that Malfoy lacked a wand, Harry knelt beside him and cast the charm to repair the splintered pottery.

�I meant to bring you your wand but I fell asleep and��

�It�s your wand now.� Draco said, calmly placing the cups back on the table. How the hell did he regain his composure that fast?

�In that case I�m sending it to a museum. The damn thing is more famous than I am now.�

Draco smiled at him and shook his head. He stood up from the ground and wiped his hands on his pants. Harry got up and crammed his hands into his pockets, still staring at Draco.

�I have managed to do one thing that�s very unlike my father. I asked you here without a shred of malicious intent in my invitation.�

�Yeah, why did you call me here?� Harry said, an amused smile playing on his lips.

�Ah, the million galleon question. I didn�t even think you�d show up.� Draco said, smiling back.

�I almost didn�t. I was having the most amazing dream about Quidditch.�

�Leave it to you to dream about Quidditch, Potter.� Draco said, laughing.

�Draco?�

�Yes?�

�You�re stalling.�

�I am, aren�t I?� Draco said, stuffing his hands in his pockets as well.

Harry nodded.

Draco rocked back and forth on his heels a few times before biting the bullet. He sighed deeply and ran his hands through his hair.

�I called you here because I want to thank you for saving my life that night.�

�Well you know what they say, keep your friends close but keep your enemies closer� Harry joked.

Draco rolled his eyes and averted his gaze to the skies. He returned them to their normal postion before continuing.

�I�m trying to be serious here. I�ve been absolutely horrible to you for the last seven years and you had every right to leave me there to burn to death but you didn�t. You saved me and risked your own life doing it. You�re a much bigger man than I am, Harry.� Draco said, looking Harry directly in the eyes.

Harry smiled slightly at the admission.

�And that right there tells me there�s still hope for you. Maybe you haven�t inherited the Malfoy curse after all�

�Malfoy curse?�

�The curse of being an unhappy asshole for the rest of your life. And terrible hair, although I�m afraid you haven�t completely dodged that one.� Harry said, cringing.

�Says the prat with the tornadic coiffure.�

�Master Draco, dinner is ready.� Daisy said meekly from the doorway.

�Care to join me for dinner Harry?� Draco asked.

�No, sorry. Kreacher�s probably got a feast laid out for me at home. Maybe some other time?� Harry said, shrugging.

�Some other time.� Draco repeated, holding out his hand.

And so unlike the first time it was offered to him, Harry accepted Draco�s gesture, grasping his hand tightly as he shook.

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