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Sags Nicht	By : Pheobi Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 25726 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Harry stared in shock. Draco Malfoy was sobbing, his perfect hair falling into his red-rimmed silver eyes as tears fell in shimmering trails down his pale cheeks. Suddenly Malfoy's eyes met his in the cracked mirror and he half-gasped, half-growled. "Potter!"

Myrtle, who had been hovering beside Draco and cooing soothing things turned on Harry with a snarl and began shrieking, swooping down at Harry as Draco screamed at him to leave. Harry's mind raced; Myrtle, who practically worshiped him, was attacking him to defend Malfoy? What was he missing? Why was Malfoy crying? Suddenly a hex flew past him, shattering a lamp on the wall. Harry growled and threw a 'Langlock' curse at Malfoy, but the blonde dodged it. The Slytherin threw another spell, exploding a trashcan on the other side of Harry, who then threw a Leg-Locker curse at Malfoy. He missed, hitting one of the mirrors and shattering it to pieces. Suddenly he heard the beginnings of the Cruciatus Curse on Malfoy's lips and he did the only thing he could think of.

His mind went to another spell from the Prince's book and he thought, as hard as he could, 'Levicorpus!'. Instantly the blonde was in the air, upside down and suspended by his ankle. His defender, Myrtle, began screaming at Harry again so he yelled back. "Myrtle! Shut up for 5 seconds and think!"

The girl blinked owlishly behind her glasses, staring down at Harry. "What do you mean, think, Harry?" She cooed, sounding much more like her normal self - well, her normal self around Harry, anyway.

Ignoring Malfoy's snarled demands to be let down - his wand had fallen when he'd been whipped up into the air, and Harry doubted he knew the counter-spell anyway - Harry spoke to the ghost. "Have I ever hurt anyone intentionally, Myrtle? Have I ever tried to make someone cry?"

She caught her silvery bottom lip between her translucent teeth and Harry smiled a little at the endearing look. "No." She finally conceded, looking thoughtful. "But Draco is very sensitive, Harry, and he doesn't like people to see him cry. He's become a friend. Like you."

Harry nodded. "I won't hurt him, Myrtle." His voice was soft and soothing. "I've been trying all year to figure out what he's doing because anyone can see it's hurting him." He looked back at the now-silent Draco's tear-stained face, now flushed from being upside down for the last few minutes. In a whisper, he asked. "Can you leave us alone, Myrtle? I want to help him, but I think privacy is best..."

Myrtle nodded slowly. "Alright, Harry." Her voice was again pleasant and vaguely flirtatious. "But if you make him cry again, I shall be very displeased." With that, she vanished down a toilet.

Harry approached Draco and scooped the blonde's wand off the floor. "I think I'll just hold onto this for a bit." He then spelled the door shut, locked, and silenced. "Now, would you like to have this conversation on your feet, or in the air?"

Knowing he had no choice - Potter had his wand, after all - and already feeling wrung-out and defeated, he answered softly. "My feet."

"Liberacorpus." Harry said smoothly, then winced when the spell unceremoniously dropped the blonde. He did his best to catch him, but only succeeded in ending up laying on his back on the floor with a groaning Draco Malfoy on top of him.

He reached out to brush blonde hair away from the pale boy's flushed face, saying softly. "Sorry. Didn't mean for you to fall like that." He was concerned by the dampness that now clung to his fingertips where they'd touched the Slytherin's cheek. He disliked this evidence that the normally-cold boy was hurting. "Want to tell me what's wrong?"

Draco groaned again and rolled over - off of Harry and onto the floor next to him - staring at the ceiling. "No, Potter, I don't. Why the bloody hell would I? You hate me; I hate you. Go tell all your little Gryffindork friends how pathetic Draco Malfoy was crying so we can just move on with our shitty lives." Almost as an afterthought, he added. "And give me back my wand."

"You're not getting it back until I have some answers." Harry said, feeling oddly calm considering he was laying on the floor of a bathroom with Draco Malfoy. "I promise I won't break it or anything. I'm not cruel." A witch or wizard's wand was like a piece of their soul. He couldn't imagine destroying one. Well, maybe Voldemort's - but that was different! "Are you upset about your task?"

"What do you know about my task?" Draco demanded sharply, his head turning quickly to stare at Harry through narrowed silver eyes. "And I feel naked without my wand, Potter. Don't you?"

"I know enough to know you're failing so far." Harry responded in a cryptic way. "I know you cursed Katie Bell and I know you gave Slughorn the poisoned alcohol and I know they weren't your actual targets." He added in a serious voice, turning his head as well so vibrant green eyes - muted by thick glasses - met silver ones. "I know Snape swore an Unbreakable Vow to help you, but you won't let him because you don't want to be weak."

Draco's eyes widened with every word Harry spoke, and so he continued. "Even though you're not sleeping or eating much and you spend half your time in the Room of Requirement and you're scared and alone, you refuse to fail. You refuse to give up or give in and ask for help because Malfoys are supposed to be better than that. Stronger than that." He sighed and his green eyes showed only concern; not judgment or pity. "And no, I don't feel naked without my wand, Malfoy. Vulnerable, yes, but not naked."

With a tiny quirk of cherry-red lips, Harry added. "I feel naked without my clothes."

Draco snorted; he couldn't help it. "Funny, Potter. I'd really like my wand back, though."

Harry sighed. "Will you promise not to leave? To talk to me about this?" Draco said nothing and Harry knew one of them had to take the first step to trust, so he held out Draco's wand to him.
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