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I Understand	By : LMG67 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9627 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Author Notes
- 2-Revelation
- 3-Grief
- 4-Horror
- 5-Thoughts
- 6-Anger
- 7-Training
- 8-Explanation
- 9-Expressions
- 10-Thinking
- 11-Tower
- 12-Pain
- 13-Seperate
- 14-Questions
- 15-Tears
- 16-In their own words
- 17-Tantrum
- 18-Sorrow
- 19-Darkness
- 20-Light
- 21-Passion
- 22-Breath
- 23-Suspicions
- 24-Iggy
- 25-Fear
- 26-Decisions
- 27-Understanding
- 28-Draco
- 29-Harry
- 30-Fallout
- 31-Accidents...
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PASSION

He didn’t know how long he had been asleep or what had woken him but hours later Draco came
awake abruptly. Years of sleeping in the Slytherin dorms had taught him to be a light sleeper and he
knew that someone was in the room though he could see no one.

Watching the room carefully from his half-closed eyes he saw nothing. But he knew someone was
there. Closing his eyes Draco drew a tendril of magic and let it flow from him around the room.
There!

In the chair in front of him, someone was sleeping. Draco knew it was Harry. How he didn’t know.
Why he didn’t know. But something deep inside of him told him that the person sleeping in that
chair was Harry Potter.

“Potter!” He hissed trying to wake the sleeping boy. When that didn’t work Draco reached out his
leg and kicked where he assumed Harry’s leg would be. He heard a grunt and a rustle of cloth and
he knew his kick had hit home.

“Wha-,” came the sleep filled Sexy As Hell Voice of the Boy Who Lived. That voice should be
registered as a lethal weapon, Draco thought to himself as he tried to control the shivers said voice
was making down his spine.

“What the hell are you doing here, Potter?” Draco said harshly trying to compensate for the shivers
still racing down his back.

“Sleeping. Like you should be doing. What time is it?” Harry asked as he straightened up and
removed the invisibility cloak from around him.

“I was. Your snores woke me up.” Draco said coldly ignoring Harry’s question.

“I do not snore!” Harry replied indigently.

“Do too Potter. Loudly.”

Harry sighed. He really didn’t want to fight with Draco. “Look Malfoy. I just came to see if you
were all right.”

“I am fine Potter. Thanks so much for the stay here.” Draco snarled.

“Anytime Malfoy.” Harry smirked back. The laughter in his voice not quite reaching his eyes.

“What is wrong with you Potter? Don’t you ever smile anymore? Laugh anymore?” Draco asked
not even sure why he was curious or why Harry’s answer matter so much to him.

Harry stared at him, no emotion on his face. Draco was sure he wasn’t going to answer when he
heard Harry whisper, “No.”

“Why?” Draco whispered back.

Harry said nothing. He just stared at a spot to the right of Draco’s head.

“You probably don’t even know how, do you?” Draco said questioningly.

Harry’s eyes met Draco’s and he shivered at the coldness he saw in them. Draco was determined to
make Harry laugh or even smile. He could think later about the real reason he wanted so desperately
to hear Harry laugh.

“I’ll bet the Famous Harry Potter isn’t even ticklish.” Draco smirked.

Harry’s eyebrows rose at that comment. Came right out of left field that one did and it was enough
to grab his attention and force him to look at Draco.

“You don’t know what you are talking about Malfoy. As usual.” Harry said but could not keep the
tiniest bit of interest out of his voice.

Yes! Draco thought to himself. GOT HIM!

“Oh really,” Draco drawled, unaware what that drawl was doing to the boy in front of him. “Prove
it.”

“Prove it?” Harry asked in confusion, “How do I prove it?”

Draco looked at Harry. The confused look on his face was so cute that Draco almost didn’t hear
what Harry had asked. Damn! How does one prove that they aren’t ticklish?

“I’ll guess I’ll just have to tickle you Potter.”

“Wha? UUmm not a good idea Malfoy” Harry said nervously.

“Scared Potter?”

“Of course not.”

Draco sat there on the bed and studied Harry. Now how did he get Harry to agree to let Draco tickle
him? And how in the hell was Draco going to be satisfied with just tickling?

Draco smirked, attack his pride and Potter will fall. “You are scared Potter.”

“No I am not Malfoy.” Harry ground out between clenched teeth. This conversation went from
weird to weirder in like two seconds, Harry thought.

“Then prove it.” Draco said in a voice like silk.

“Fine!” Harry snapped and jumping up he walked to stand next to where Draco was laying on the
bed throwing out his arms he snarled, “Tickle me.”

Draco had to force his jaw shut from keeping it from hitting the floor. He had agreed. Harry Potter
had agreed to Draco Malfoy tickling him.

“Well, you will just have to get up here on the bed with me Potter. If I have to do this I will still need
to be on the bed.” Draco said softly trying desperately not to show how much he really wanted Harry
next to him in bed.

Harry shrugged and climbed up onto the bed next to Draco. Oh My God, he thought, I am in bed
with Draco!

Bout damn time if you ask me!

Well I’m not asking you so please go away so that I can get this over with.

Right, like you aren’t going to enjoy every minute of it!

Go. A. Way. NOW!

Fine be that way. Don’t expect my help then.

I won’t

Ungrateful little bastard

LEAVE!

Harry watched him out of the corner of his eye wondering what the blonde was going to do now.
Draco watched Harry as he squirmed around next to him. A sneak attack was called for here and
Draco was waiting for just the right opportunity to attack.

Harry sighed, “Malfoy, you got me up here to prove your point. When are you actually going to get
down to the proving?”

“All in due time Potter. A good tickle deserves to be done at the right time. Didn’t anyone ever teach
you that?” Draco asked.

“No.” was all that Harry would reply. He was not going to tell Draco that the only time he had been
tickled was last year when Fred and George had ambushed him and Ron at the Burrow. Draco’s
brow furrowed at Harry’s whispered reply. No one had ever taught him that tickling was best done
when the person didn’t know it was going to happen. Maybe the things he had heard about Harry’s
childhood were correct and Draco and Harry had al lot more in common that he had thought
possible.

A few seconds past and Harry was starting to get restless. He made a move to get down off the bed
when Draco pounced. The next thing Harry knew he had a lap full of the blonde and his hands were
everywhere. And he meant everywhere! It took a second for the shock of having Draco in his lap to
wear off before what the Slytherin was doing to him registered in Harry’s head.

Both of them.

Harry gasped and tried to get the boy out of his lap. He bit his lip to keep the laughter from escaping
and tried to keep his mind on the situation at hand. Draco’s hand. Draco’s hand on his side now on
his stomach. Draco’s fingers of said hand twirling around his ribcage and the feelings that they
invoked had little to do with laughter.

Draco felt Harry’s body tense up underneath him. Harry was gasping for breath but didn’t seem to
be laughing. He looked to Harry’s face as he trailed his fingers up his side.

Draco was mesmerized by Harry’s face. He was biting his lip and Draco thought that he was doing
this to stop himself from letting out the laughter.

Leaning in he whispered to Harry, “Let it go.”

Harry’s eyes popped open in shock as he heard Draco whisper for him to let it go. Let what go?

“Stop fighting it Potter. It only makes it worse.” Draco whispered as he tickled Harry’s side once
again.

“I...I” Harry tried to say around his gasps for air. Surely to God Draco was talking about
laughing.

Draco shifted in Harry’s lap to let his hands have better access to Harry’s Body. He drew his hands
up his sides under his arms around to his back. Draco now had Harry fully wrapped in his arms.

The only problem Harry had with this was that Draco was only doing this to prove that Harry was
ticklish and that was the furthest thing from Harry’s mind at this point.

Harry couldn’t take anymore of this. If he didn’t stop Draco and soon, Harry would be one very
embarrassed Gryffindor. He felt other parts of his body responding to Draco’s arms around him.

Draco was having a hard time keeping in mind the reason he had his arms around Harry. He was
trying to prove a point he kept screaming to himself. To bad his body wasn't listening to him. Draco
was about to make himself a very embarrassed Slytherin.

Neither boy noticed that no laughter was being heard. Each boy was eerily quite, the only sound the
harsh gasps for air they were both making. Harry had squirmed and wiggled his way unto his back.
Draco was laying half on him and half on the bed. Draco was running his hands up and down
Harry’s sides and Harry was squirming under him.

“St...stop.” Harry stuttered.

Draco ignored him and renewed his efforts. No way was he going to pass up the opportunity he had
in front of him. Harry was melting under his hands and he knew it had nothing to do with tickling.
Draco’s heart was hammering in his chest and his breaths were labored. He was so engrossed in
what he was doing that he didn’t notice Harry stiffening up. And it was not the kind of stiffening that
the blonde wanted Harry to be doing.

Harry could not hold back any longer. If he didn’t stop Draco now he was going to take the blonde
right here, right now, and damn the consequences. But Harry couldn’t do that because Draco didn’t
want him and he would never...Harry shut off his thoughts.

“I said to stop!” Harry growled into Draco’s ear.

Draco shook his head and glanced up into Harry’s face. They were mere inches apart. Draco stared
into the vibrant green eyes before him and was instantly lost. Draco moved and when their bodies
touched it was just enough to show each of them exactly how they had been effected.

Harry stiffened even more and stared straight ahead to a point above Draco’s shoulder. His mind
had frozen when he had felt Draco’s erection pressed against his leg. Oh God this could not be
happening, he thought. Draco just wanted Harry to look at him again. To see some emotion in the
other boy’s eyes. But instead he could see his face becoming cold again.

Harry was closing himself off again and Draco was afraid that it was going to get ugly.

So, he did what any good Slytherin would do when faced with a situation he couldn’t control. He
took the cowards’ way out. Or at least that’s what he thought he was going to do. But instead he
found his eyes lowering from Harry’s own to find them fixed on his lips. Red from being bitten
earlier they now called to him.

Slowly he lowered his head to Harry’s.

“No.” Harry whispered just as Draco’s lips touched his.

Harry’s mind froze. It was heaven and hell all rolled into one, it was beautiful. All the feelings he
had for this boy rose to the surface and he felt alive for the first time in months. It was possible that
he had even stopped breathing but that did not seem to matter. Draco was his air and Harry drew
every bit of that precious commodity in. He could not take it anymore and knew he was about to
break. His body started to shake with the effort Harry was giving to hold everything in.

Draco could not believe how much he had wanted this. And now he finally knew what it was like to
come home. Kissing Harry was absolute bliss. He could feel the blood pounding in his veins and he
became light headed when he heard Harry groan into the kiss.

Draco explored Harry lips. The softness of them made him want to weep. The fullness of them made
him want to devour them. He trailed small kisses from one side of the shaking boy’s lips to the other
and back again.

He didn’t notice Harry was shaking until he pressed a lingering kiss to the side of his lips. He leaned
back to look at him and saw Harry’s face for the first time since he had whispered for him to stop.

Harry’s eyes were scrunched tight and a single tear was falling down his cheek.

“Harry?” Draco whispered.

Harry’s body jerked violently when Draco whispered his name. His eyes snapped open and fear was
all that Draco could see.

Harry violently pushed the boy from him. He told himself that the bereft feeling he had when he did
had nothing to do with anything.

“Get. Off. Me.” Harry growled.

Draco scrambled to keep his hold on Harry and that made the other boy struggle more.

“I said get off Malfoy!”

“Geesh Potter. It was just a kiss. What’s your problem?” Draco drawled the Malfoy Upbringing
coming to help him in his time of need.

And boy did Draco need it! Cause that wasn’t just a kiss. That was Life. And no way in hell was he
going to give that up. Harry might be mad at him now but he would get over it and Draco would get
to kiss him again. Or he wasn’t a Malfoy. Malfoy’s always got what they wanted and Draco wanted
to kiss Harry again, and soon.

“I do not have a problem, Malfoy.” Harry said trying to keep his disappointment out of his voice.
The kiss had meant nothing to Draco and Harry had to get out of there or he was going to not be
able to stop himself from giving in to the tears that were just around the corner. He swallowed his
emotions and forced himself to go cold again.

Harry lay there in Draco’s grasp not struggling. “I have to go now Malfoy.”

Draco smirked. “Then go.”

“I can’t you are still laying on me.” Harry said, no emotion in his voice.

Draco winched at the tone of Harry’s voice. He didn’t want the other boy to leave him just yet. “Tell
me why you think you have no life?” He said softly.

Harry felt fury run through his body at Draco’s question. He roughly pushed the blonde off of him
and scrambled up from the bed. He was stopped by Draco’s hand that had grabbed his shoulder. He
had his back to the other boy so that he couldn’t see the pain etched on his face.

“Don’t walk away from me Potter.” Draco said.

“Let go of me Malfoy,” Harry said in a hoarse voice only barely hiding his true feelings.

“Why can’t you just tell me?” Draco asked Harry gently. Harry shivered at Draco’s tone. He needed
to get out of there before he broke completely down. Harry refused to let Draco see him broken.

“Because it is none of your business Malfoy,” Harry said coldly.

“Isn’t it?”

“No it is not Malfoy. It never has been and it never will be.” Harry ground out.

“I don’t believe you Potter. What are you hiding?” Draco asked softly, not caring that Harry had
just talked to him in the coldest and most emotionless voice he had ever heard in his short privileged
life.

Harry was furious. And that anger gave him the ability to do the one thing he didn’t think he could
do. He let Draco see. Only two others had ever seen the anguish that Harry kept hidden. And now
for the third time that night Harry showed his true feeling to another person.

Harry turned to face Draco. His face was an open book. No emotion was held back. Nothing was
hidden. Harry let Draco see what he kept hidden from the rest of the world. His anguish at every
death. His anger at his inability to help. His non-existent hope that everything will turn out all right.
And his love for the boy in front of him.

Harry showed it all to Draco. And he watched as Draco flinched. Watched as the tears threatened on
a man that he had never seen cry. Watched as Draco pulled away because he couldn’t handle what
he saw.

“This is me Malfoy. I don’t have a choice.” Harry said sadly shaken to his core by the grief he saw
on the other boy’s face.

“I...” Draco tried to say but stopped at Harry’s negative shake of his head.

“Don’t cry for me.”

“Táim mar is gá dom bheith,” Harry softly said and then turned and walked from the room leaving
behind a sobbing boy not seeing him reach out again to stop him.

If Harry had turned around and saw what had become of the other boy he may have not of had the
strength to leave.

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Táim mar is gá dom bheith- I am because I need to be. This is Gaelic.

Enjoy!

LMG
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