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The Domino Effect	By : jameschick Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 28943 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Domino Effect
- 2-part 2
- 3-part 3
- 4-part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16
- 17-Part 17
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Part 20
- 21-Part 21
- 22-Part 22
- 23-Part 23
- 24-Part 24
- 25-Part 25
- 26-Part 26
- 27-Part 27
- 28-Epilogue
- 22
- 23
- 24
Part 23

It's true the way I feel was promised by your face. The sound of your voice painted on my memories, even if you're not with me I'm with you. - Linkin Park

Slipping quietly from her bed, Ginny Weasley retrieved a small flask of potion and a glass tube partially filled with ebony hair from her trunk. Taking a quick look around to make sure her room mates were still sleeping, she silently snuck from the room and down to the commoom oom to meet with her sometimes lover, Colin. They had been friends since first year, starting up the Harry Potter Fan Club together. He was a nice guy and the only one Ginny trusted enough to do this for her.
They left the common room together, quickly heading for their secret room. Once there, Ginny pulled one of the hairs from the glass tube and dropped it into the flask. Colin drank down the potion as he had doany any times over the past two years, and within moments transformed into Harry Potter. Ginny smiled seductively at him and wrapped her arms around his neck before pulling him into a deep kiss. It might not be the best of relationships, but they each got what they wanted out of it. Colin got to be Harry, and Ginny got to be with Harry.
~!~
Harry lay in the quiet darkness of Slytherin's study, Draco's arm flung over his chest, as he let the memories of the previous night's love-making wash over him. He had always enjoyed being the focus of such attentions but with Draco, it had been so much better than with either of his two previous lovers.
Charlie Weasley had taught him a good many things about love; both physical and emotional. To say that Charlie was good with his hands - or mouth, or really any part of his body - was a huge understatement. The man really was gifted. And when they were together, Harry had fallen for him hard and fast. He might not like the way it had ended, but he'd learned a lot from Charlie - not just how to please another man intimately, but also that sex and love did not necessarily go hand in hand. It had been a bitter lesson but one that served him well.
With Oliver, Harry had expected more. He knew that his ex-Quidditch captain had been interested in him for some time, so when they hooked up, Harry wasn't as vigilant as he should have been. He let Oliver's words of love and adoration lull him into a false sense of security. He wasn't sure that he actually loved Oliver, but he was close to it. Close enough that it hurt terribly when the older man had ended things.
Still, between the two of them, Harry had learned a great many things about sex and love and how to differentiate between the two. So he knew for sure, without a doubt, that what he now had, with Draco, was the real thing. Draco really did love him - all of him - and Harry loved Draco as well. He didn't think he'd ever loved anyone more than he did Draco. Not even Sirius. And the thought of it both elated and terrified him at once.
If he lost Draco, he would lose himself as well. The wizarding world wouldn't have to worry about Voldemort. Harry Potter would be much worse.
~!~
Draco woke slowly and stretched. It took him a minute to remember where he was and why but once he did, a large y gry grin spread across his face. He was with Harry, in the Chamber, in bed. Where they had made love last night. Where he had finally fulfilled his great desire to touch Harry without limits, to be over him and inside of him and to give him as much pleasure as he possibly could. To show him how much he loved him.
Sighing softly, Draco snuggled closer to his love and couldn't help but chuckle as warm arms pulled him over and on top of the other's body. "Awake, I see," he whispered before kissing Harry on the cheek.
"Yeah, been up for a while now but I was too comfy to move," Harry replied. "How did you sleep?"
Draco hummed a pleasured sound. "Wonderfully. You?"
"Best I've slept in ages. Must have been the company."
Draco opened his mouth to say something in response but Harry quieted him by sliding his finger between his lips. Draco felt a tingling sensation and then tasted mint. When Harry removed his finger, Draco shook his head in amusement just before Harry's lips covered his own.
After a long sensuous kiss, Harry lay back with his eyes closed and just held Draco against him for a long time. He basked in the sensations filling him. Love, happiness, contentment, a sense of fulfilment he'd never known. That he was with the only person he had ever, or would ever, truly love. He was unaware that he was projecting these emotions, or that Draco was soaking them up like a sponge; eyes wet with unshed tears and smiling from ear to ear.
~!~
After showering and dressing for the day, Ginny made her way down to the Great Hall, eagerly anticipating the morning's mail. She wanted to have a front row seat when Malfoy got his ultimatum. She felt a little bad for what she had done, but only because she hated to hurt Harry. But if everything worked the way she knew it would, it would be worth it in the long run. Malfoy couldn't give Harry the things he deserved. Things like love and commitment, a home, family who loved him, children. Harry had never had these things and she knew they were important to him. She also knew, deep in her soul, that Harry was meant to be hers. That she alone could give him the things he deserved. It was only a matter of time before Harry figured it out as well.
The Hall was still mostly empty. A few Ravenclaw seventh years were at the far end of their table, books anrchmrchment spread out alongside their breakfast. One would think it was preparation for NEWTS, except that it had been samesame scene every morning since the beginning of the year. It was still a wonder that Hermione hadn't been sorted into Ravenclaw.
The Hufflepuff table was empty as was Gryffindor other than herself, but the Slytherins were mostly in attendance. They were all early risers as far as Ginny could tell. Either that or they slept in here.
Malfoy was not present, but that didn't surprise her. She knew that Harry was no longer sleeping in the dorm most nights and that he and Malfoy were together. It made her blood boil to think that Harry had been cheating on her, and after the way he kissed her so sweetly and the many times he'd made love to her so slowly and with such feeling.
A small part of her knew that she was deluding herself, allowing her assignations with Colin to be more than they were, but she couldn't help it. In her mind it was Harry, it had always and only been Harry. She had never strayed, never been unfaithful to him, and it hurt that he was with another. That he wasn't as devoted to her as she was to him.
Well, that was going to stop. Draco Malfoy was going to be history. One way or another, Ginny would get her man.
~!~
"Are we going to Hogsmeade today, Harry?" Draco asked as they made their way down the hall to breakfast.
"I can't," Harry answered. "I have lessons with Snape today."
Draco swallowed and closed his eyes momentarily. Remembrances of the last time flashing through his mind. Harry's laughter, his blood filled eyes...
"Draco!"
Draco opened his eyes and shook his head to dispel the memories. He saw Harry looking at him with concern. "I'm fine, just remembering the last time. Damn, Harry, why do you do it? You don't need the training; there is nothing Snape can teach you that you don't already know."
Harry sighed and pulled Draco into a darkened corner. "I know you don't understand it, Draco, and I'm sorry that I let you see that now. I never should have allowed it. For all the things you have probably grown accustomed to growing up the way you did, you weren't ready to see that. I'm sorry if what you saw scared you, but you have to understand that this is something I need to do. It... It helps to keep me focused on what's important. What Snape does to me, it's the same thing that Voldemort does to others. The difference is that I survive it where as the others don't. I need to remember that it isn't just about me and him, it's about the entire world. Both wizard and muggle. The pain keeps me grounded," Harry explained.
"I don't like it, Harry," Draco said sadly. "No one should have to endure the things you do."
"That's entirely my point, love. I do this so that I'll be ready when the time comes, so that no one else will ever have to go through it."
Draco shook his head sadly and then kissed Harry softly. "I still don't like it, but I understand it. I think I will go into town for a couple hours this afternoon. Do you want anything from Honeydukes?"
Harry thought for a moment then smiled a very wicked smile. "Chocolate sauce."
"Chocolate sauce?" Draco asked in confusion. "What in the world are you going to do with that?"
Harry's grin became more feral. "Drizzle it all over your naked body and slowly lick you clean," he replied huskily.
"Oh." Draco said with wide eyes. "That could be fun."
~!~
Hermione didn't wait for Ron before leaving Gryffindor. She wasn't so sure she wanted to see him this morning after the way he had acted last night. Yes, he was upset, and yes, she understood that, but it didn't mean she was just going to take being treated that way. He had hurt her with his comments, his insults to her thirst for knowledge and understanding. Maybe, she could admit, she was a little overzealous when it came to books, but they were full of useful information! How was she suppose to keep Ron and Harry safe if she didn't know ahead of time how things worked?
She had given it a lot of thought overnight and had come to the conclusion that there would be nothing useful in the Hogwarts library. This being a wizard school, it would have no books on psychology or behavioural disorders. If she really wanted to understand what was going between Harry and Malfoy, she needed to get to London, to the public library there. The question was, how was she supposed to do that? Graduation was only weeks away and she couldn't risk expulsion, but on the other hand, could she risk Harry being hurt if saiteaited?
Still caught up in her dilemma, Hermione barely noticed Ginny as she sat down beside her at the table, poured herself a cup of tea, and picked at the scone she'd placed on her plate. Harry was in some kind of trouble, and now she and Ron were fighting, and to top it all off, she had no idea how she had gotten back to the tower last night. The last thing she remembered was watching Malfoy jerk Harry off and telling him he loved him.
A blush rose to her face at the very vivid memory. She really had tried to keep her eyes closed, but she kept feeling compelled to watch. The fact that both Harry and Draco were extremely attractive probably played a large part in that, as well as the fact that this was something new and her latent curiosity got the better of her. She had never thought of Harry as a sexual being before this thing with Malfoy started, but now, she couldn't believe she had been so blind.
Harry was no longer the scrawny eleven-year-old boy with the too-big clothes and the taped glasses that she had met on the train. He had grown into a very attractive young man right before her very eyes and she hadn't noticed. It was no wonder half the female population - and a fair number of the male population as well - threw themselves at him. Not that Harry had paid them much attention. He had always seemed unaware or at least indifferent to all the attention he received. Hermione had always chalked it up to his being famous and never gave it a second thought. Now she finally saw what everyone else did. With his tall frame, those long, lean muscles, tanned skin, those gorgeous green eyes and that silky black hair, Harry Potter was quite the looker.
Malfoy, she had to admit, had been turning heads since third year. He had grown considerably and had taken to wearing his hair without the gel that normally slicked it back. It looked much better that way, and she had even caught herself once or twice admiring the way the sun highlighted it, the way the slightest breeze would catch the strands and lift them gently in the air. Of course, once she realized she was ogling Draco Malfoy, she had stopped immediately. She wouldn't even allow herself to look at him again for fear of finding him attractive. Hormones were a terrible, terrible thing.
It was mutually agreed upon by almost all the Gryffindor females that Malfoy was possibly the hottest boy in school, but also that he was the most dangerous and therefore the least approachable. She should have known that it would come to this. Harry and danger went hand in hand. If it was dangerous, Harry went after it with a vengeance.
And speaking of the devil, the doors opened and who else should walk in but Harry himself, followed seconds later by Malfoy. She wondered if they were even trying to keep things a secret.
~!~
Being aware of one's surroundings and who was watching you was something Draco excelled in. It had been drilled into him from a very early age that Malfoys, because of their wealth and power - not to mention their physical attributes, would always be watched and admired by others. But also they would be targeted by those who wished to take what they had. Draco had never really understood these lessons until he began his attendance at Hogwarts, but once he had, he knew exactly what his parents had been talking about. At school, Draco was always watched by others. In fact at this very moment, he felt the penetrating gaf atf at least two different people. One he knew beyond a shadow of doubt was Harry, but the other, the other felt almost sinister.
Looking up from his plate, Draco's eyes swept over the room only to land on one Ginevra Weasley. Curiously he watched her as she stared at him with what could only be described as pure hatred. "Must have figured out about me and Harry," Draco spoke softly to himself and then grinned. He may not have been able to get to Weasley the way he'd wanted to, but knowing that he had crushed the weasel's baby sister's dreams of a happily ever after with Harry made him very, very happy.
So happy in fact, that he didn't even mind having to go into Hogsmeade alone today.
~!~
The mail had come and gone and nothing had been delivered to Malfoy.
Ginny was seething.
She had thought for sure that Narcissa Malfoy would have sent a letter, if not a Howler, demanding that Draco break off his association with Harry at once. There was no way that the Lady Malfoy would tolerate her only child being involved with the Dark Lord's greatest adversary. Unless, maybe, she hadn't taken the letter seriously? Perhaps she had completely disregarded it as some foolish prank.
This was not the way it was suppose to go, Ginny thought. She would need proof of Malfoy and Harry's relationship. A picture perhaps? With that thought in mind, Ginny left the table. She knew just who to go to if she wanted a picture. Colin.
~!~
Harry finished his breakfast, went up to Gryffindor, showered, changed clothes and went to meet Snape in the dungeons. He was somewhat surprised to find the Headmaster there as well.
"Headmaster," Harry nodded to the old man politely. It wouldn't do to lose his temper right now or he might accidentally injure Professor Snape.
"Good morning, Harry. Professor Snape and I were just discussing the situation with Gregory Goyle. Have you perhaps reconsidered your earlier refusal to put right his condition?"
"No," Harry answered shortly. "Greg and I have an understanding. One that I'm sure he explained to the both of you, so kindly leave it alone."
"I will not," Snape spoke as he moved to stand toe to toe with Harry. "His father is considering a betrothal, and by considering I mean that it is already done, with Vincent Crabbe. He showed me the letter his father sent when I checked in on him this morning."
Harry really didn't feel like arguing with Snape and Dumbledore this morning. He decided the quickest way to end this was to get the Headmaster on his side. So with his new ability he changed Dumbledore's attitude toward things.
"Now, now, Severus. I think perhaps Harry has done Mister Goyle a great service. In fact, I think it might be a good idea to use this on the other seventh year boys that have shown leanings toward Voldemort and his beliefs."
Snape snorted. "I wouldn't advise it. I hardly think young Malfoy would be impressed with the loss of his manhood."
Remembering the feel of Draco's manhood as it stretched and filled him, Harry spoke without thinking. "I wouldn't be impressed with the loss of Draco's manhood myself actually. Seeing as I don't find females attractive in the least."
Snape made a choked gurgling sound and Harry's eyes widened in realization of what he'd just said and to whom. "Oops?"
~!~
It was a beautiful day for a walk and regardless of his lack of company, Draco was glad he'd made the decision to go into town today. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and there was a pleasant scent of spring flowers on the breeze. All in all, a perfect day.
It was too bad he hadn't noticed the dark figures hiding in the shadows as he passed by the Three Broomsticks and toward Honeydukes.
~!~
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