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Thirsting Needs Answered	By : Hikaru_Hitachiin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10669 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer= I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of the characters. I just take them out for a spin now and again. I make no money from this story. Slash (eventually), story first. :P Sorry Lemon seekers. Cannon until the Battle of Hogwarts.

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Hello, my lovelies, I just thought I would update you on everything that is going on.Let me know. . I do repeat as I have said previously, I do not have a beta right now, so if you do see any misspellings or anything wrong with the story, please inform me so I may fix them. Hope you enjoy this update, I will try to update as soon as I can. I'm posting them as soon as I finish them.
The day had gone by slowly for Harry the headache was very persistent, and he felt like he ate an entire hippogriff by the end of the day. His eyes kept closing briefly throughout the night, tossing and turning having dreams of darkness and bloody bodies lying around him.
He was kneeling on a chess board, like the one in his first year of Hogwarts, the bodies were those of his family and friends and they were the pieces of the board, white. Green eyes turned to look at the Black side of the board, all of them had their faces covered by the white masks of Death Eaters, except for one who's snake like eyes held Harry's for the briefest of moments. Voldemort stood tall at the Kings station, his queen Bellatrix crumpled beside Harry. She must have tried to attack the king, Harry, But beside him showed those of another body between him and her. Grey hazed eyes looked up at him from a pile of bodies, they stood out most. Once beautiful melted silver now they were glazed over and there was no soul behind them. The finger belonging to the body moved as the entire hand started to move in jerky motions, the platinum body crawled over to where Harry was on his knees, coming closer. The brunette couldn't seem to move his body felt like it was nailed to the chess board he was on. The smooth rich voice like silk spoke from the now blue lips, the lips were so close to his he could see every crease in them.
"You can save us all. Don't give up, a fallen king is useless. Get up Harry...Get up... Get up Potter."
"Get up!" there was a loud banging on the door that suddenly jerked Harry out of his nightmare. Pale shaking fingers moved up to his eyes trying to hide from the light the window was letting in, it was magnified by the glass wizards used, it was a way to get up the most stubborn of children. The banging however was what woke him, not the burning light of the sun. "Potter!" The voice sounded familiar, but for some reason Harry couldn't figure it out with his mind still slightly thinking of his nightmare, his fingers rubbed his forehead slowly sliding out of the bed, his feet touched the cold floor and he nearly thought about accioing his broom. Stepping gingerly to the bathroom he splashed some warm water onto his face, the water swirled down his chin dripping on his tanned thin but toned chest.
The voice in the door got suddenly louder as there was suddenly a crash open that had followed the muttering of Alohomora. "Harry James Potter!" the fiery vixen of Hermione Granger broke through the doorway, it reminded him of when then returned from the third floor corridor and they had first encountered fluffy. ' If you two don't mind, I'm going to bed before either of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed... or worse, expelled!' the vehement in her voice then was just as bad as it was not, and she only said his name. His full name at that.
Harry grabbed a towel stepping out of the bathroom to meet the frizzy haired woman, but to his surprise she looked good. She was curved in all the perfect places, if he was into woman that is what they'd look like. She had a tapering waist but definitely not small, wide hips and a gentle curving bust. Her hair was put up into a messy bun in place with a chopstick, that most men would look at and just want to take out to run their fingers through. It was always his preferred look on his partners, he hazily remembered a guy at the club that had that hair style, if he recalled correctly he had hit it off rather nicely with him. They just talked, but he couldn't for the life of him recall what they talked about.
"Merlin, Harry, did you hear a word I just said?" her fingers were snapping in front of his eyes though he hadn't blinked until she had said Merlin. Harry's dazed green eyes flashed to attention alert and aware of the fact his best friend from Hogwarts was standing in front of him. Taking a step back, her chocolate eyes were like molten lava staring at him. "I was asking you where the hell you've been. We've not heard from you in six months, let alone seen you. And I get an owl from Thom this morning that you were here…and was brought here by Malfoy." Her voice was trying very hard not to drip into disdain. Hermione didn't like Malfoy, but why would she? He always called her the foul name 'Mudblood' and criticized her about her company she liked to keep. Hermione had punched him once, it was the most satisfying things she had felt in a long time, other than the knowledge that she absorbed during her readings. Learning something new when everyone else was off playing the game of Quidditch, she had never been fond of flying as a sport let alone a hobby. Harry was musing slightly as he turned from her to find his shirt he had tossed the night before after Malfoy left him alone with his own downfall of partying.
" 'mione…It has just been so difficult coming back here." He whispered softly not making eye contact as he grabbed his want and slid it into the strap against his thigh, which he found more convenient it was easy to reach when needed but out of the way and no likelihood of casting his butt off. "Everything here remind me of…him."
Dumbledore? Sirius? There were countless of people who died during the war, but who could he be talking about. Hermione thought watching him cautiously, he wasn't skinny, or frail. He wasn't suffering where he was, so what was it for her to say that he shouldn't come back. "Why don't you contact us though.. Let us see you?" She whispered in an almost hurt tone though she tried to keep it out of her words as much as she could. There was so much that had happened that she needed to tell him, things she couldn't talk to Ron or Ginny about, or any of the Weasley's at that. They never fully forgave her when she left their Ronniekins, because he was holding her back on her education and teachings. He wanted to settle down and start a family, but she had just gotten started learning all there was in the world. All that knowledge just a book away, and she needed it more than she needed munchkins running around calling her mom and driving her nuts.
"I just.. Needed to be alone. I'm learning more about myself than I ever had time to with being 'the boy who lived'. I can't be me here, I have to be him." he said softly, moving to touch her shoulder, looking at her with sincere eyes. "Would you like to come see what I've been doing? Would you like to see where I live and go out to dinner so we can talk? Or maybe I can cook for you?" He said softly in question. The door was still open and unbeknownst to them Draco Malfoy stood outside the door listening, if he was caught he had the excuse of just making sure Harry got out before he was charged for another night. In reality he wanted to make sure he was alright, Harry seemed really out of it by the time he had left, and by the look of the bed he didn't really leave it until the witch showed up. In the shadows he watched with silver eyes as he saw Harry touch the female that had been interrogating him, he felt something hit him, an emotion he didn't recognize, before taking a step back further into the shadows. "'Mione, there is so much joy in the world, and I'm exploring all that I can do. All the danger the exhilaration you can feel when you're facing things much stronger than you." Harry looked happy for once, a gentle sigh escaping his lips, smiling faintly. "I'm working with Charlie…Weasley…Oh don't give me that look, I made him promise not to tell you that I was still there. After your letter of 'you can get hurt Harry. Don't do anything stupid Harry.' So I lied, a year ago saying I left. I haven't I love what I do, and I'm getting really good at it. I only have one scar that won't heal, but I'm not a med witch." He said in a gentler humor ridden tone. "Or a Hermione, for that matter."
He cracked through her resolve with the last things he said, Harry was right, Hermione could be anything she wanted, she was good at everything she set her mind to. Well…except divination. She was not able to master that fake art no matter how hard she tried. The brunette smiled up at Harry, wrapping her arms about him hugging him tightly. Their words were muddled now Malfoy wasn't able to hear them so he walked away quietly back down the hallway without being spotted by anyone. "Oh, Harry, I have so much to talk to you about. Can we go tonight?"
Harry's brows raised slightly in a curious expression, "What about Ron?" he asked, taking a step away from her to look into her eyes, which faintly hardened to a mask so he couldn't tell her emotions on the matter. He wondered when she had started wearing a mask around people, it didn't seem like the Hermione he knew. "Something happened?" He whispered in a questioning form but he seemed to know the answer, down casting his eyes as he asked.
"We have much to talk about, Harry. Please, Let us go." Hermione said in a tone that told she was finished talking about it here, that she needed away from the area they were in. The others hair tussled everywhere nodded faintly, taking her hand he apparated them both to just outside his room. A loud whistle slipped past his lips without even thinking. "Oh, 'mione, don't be frightened, I didn't think before calling him." A giant black blur came around the corner, the woman beside Harry side stepped stiffly before the blur came to a sudden halt in front of Harry, mere inches away from his face. "Hello, Bastet." The cats slitted almost sapphire blue eyes turned to where Hermione was and her lips curled. "Easy. Hermione hold out your hand and take mine, please. She's not partial to people hiding." He said in a soft tone but very authoritatively, so much so that she instantly took his outstretched hand, fingers sliding along his. "Bast.." Harry's tone lowered faintly to show he was serious. "Friend." he put Hermione's hand slowly on Bast's nose so that she could be sniffed but still making sure his hand was on hers. Mainly so that his friend knew that if she tried to bite the new person's hand she'd be biting his as well. The black cat watched Hermione for a long few minutes before she licked their hands and sat down. "Good. Come on 'mione, she won't hurt you now." he moved to the side taking Hermione with him grabbing the back of the black cats neck and throwing them both onto her back. She was bigger than a normal panther but not by much, she wouldn't come to nearly half of Fluffy's body but was about as big as a Clydesdale horse.
"Bastet, secret." was all he said before the cat stood up and started walking quickly away from the houses. Hermione nearly screamed when the cat started walking her legs dug into its fur and clung to Harry as if her life depended on it. "It is alright, Mione, you'd going to bruise me. I've had Bast for a couple years now, we found her hiding from a dragon who had just killed her mom. We aren't sure yet if the dragon did it on purpose or if her mom just got too close to her own hatchling. You wanted to talk privately, in about ten minutes we shall be alone." he said softly, halfway through the explanation he had noticed the more he talked the more she relaxed which made the cat under them to speed up their walk knowing her companions were calming down and no longer in fear.
Bast came to a stop in a small clearing that was thick in the forest, but there was no covering over head. Grass was green and lively blowing in the wind that the trees were creating. It did show that someone sat here a lot, for there was a small imbedded in the grass just about smack dab in the center of the clearing. Harry slid off of his large panther patting her shoulder faintly telling her she did good and she was able to go if she wanted, though she gave him a small snort and tilted her head at the newcomer. Harry knew she was saying that she wasn't leaving him with a stranger she didn't know. Laughing he moved to hold out his hands to help his friend off of the cats back.
"So, Why don't we talk here, 'mione?" he said in a soft tone grabbing her about the waist and helping her down, before moving to the spot he normally sat when he came here to just think. He didn't see her hesitant look, or the way she looked like she was debating on if it was safe to move away from the cat. The clearing was nearly eerily quiet other than the soft steps of Harry's boots, and the sound of the cats breathing. There was a black tail that twitched behind the brunette witch almost showing the irritation that the woman hadn't moved away from it. Taking three quicksteps towards Harry, Hermione looked around the clearing taking in the breathtaking visual of the clearing.
"Ron and I broke up." She said finally when she was in front of Harry, accessing that they were actually alone, sitting down slowly. "He just wasn't who I thought he was. And I met someone else. He treats me really well, and his intellect matches mine in such a furious way that I can't help but love and understand. Oh Harry, there is so much to tell you." Harry looked at her startled with this outburst of truth. "Ron got most of his family to turn away from me, I'm living with some muggle friends who I met when I started college. I help pay rent, and they think my owl is exotic. I don't have anyone to talk to anymore, not about the wizarding community. Well… other than the man I'm with currently." She rambled, and she couldn't seem to stop herself. There was so much that she needed to discuss with him.
"Hermione, easy, one thing at a time. Why did you break up with Ron?" he asked softly.
"He…He couldn't understand why I wanted to go to college and not start a family immediately. I want to be able to live my life. To explore all the knowledge. And all he wanted was me barefoot and pregnant with his children. I can't do that Harry, I just can't." She whispered tears coming to her eyes, she was deeply afraid that Harry would turn his back on her like the others.
"Oh, Mione, Don't cry. If it helps I can tell you a secret that I haven't been able to tell anyone else." Harry's fingers moved to touch hers in a gentle and comforting gesture. Her warm brown eyes looked up to watch the mans in front of hers, as if she didn't know him, or maybe it was just that this new Harry she didn't know. His vibrant green eyes shimmered with honesty and truth, "I'm gay, Hermione. I didn't realize it until I was away from being 'the boy who lived'. I'm able to express myself here and no one thinks of me as this savior or look down on me for being who I am. I'm free." He said in a soft tone, waiting for her comment.
"Oh, Harry, I expected you were." Hermione chuckled lowly, patting his hand. "I am glad you have come to who you are though." Harry looked startled looking back up at her, blinking rapidly. "Harry, you fought with Malfoy and Seamus and all the other guys too much not to be defensive about something. I read a bunch of books on the subject of flirting, and sexual orientation. I drew conclusions, I just never said anything cause I wanted you to realize it on your own terms." Harry shook his head smiling brightly, they had a lot to talk about. For once he had forgotten that Hermione was a true know it all.
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