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Ad Astra Per Aspera	By : TallyHo Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 8537 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN
: Thank you for your reviews. A
sparkly new chapter for you, shined up by my very own, highly talented, utterly
respected, and extremely well-paid Beta.
Er� well-paid as in groveled over and sent thousands of imaginary
flowers every other moment by one poor author.
The next chapter will explain Ginny�s spell and it�s
effect on the boys, but most everyone who mentioned it in their review had a
good guess.

Draco was having a
lovely dream. A rendition of Greensleeves was being cooed into life by a flute of some
kind, melding with harps and chimes until the beauty of the melody was the
world he sat in.

He was wearing a
very flattering robe of glossy silver material, the rich fabric like a second
skin against his lounging form. There
was a glittering chalice of white wine in his right hand and his left was
gently fingering the dark locks of his lover, who leaned against him fully and
immodestly on the velveteen settee.
Enchanting green eyes looked up at him, half amused and half adoring. Exquisite lips opened and mouthed three
equally beautiful words. Draco leaned
forward, cupped his love�s hand and tenderly kissed the lax, tapered fingers.

A short, sharp
scream rudely shook him from heaven. He
opened his eyes and stared in surprise at the person who had awakened him. The face was from his dreams, but it was not
twisted into the lovely expression he remembered. It was contorted half in horror and half in
disbelief. Four equally unremembered
words came from still beautiful lips.

Draco sighed
regretfully, then rolled onto his back and cupped his hands over his eyes.

�Morning after,�
he grimaced to himself. �Always hated the morning after.�

�What the fuck, Malfoy?!,� Harry repeated even more
loudly. Draco didn�t bother to answer,
swinging his legs over the side of his bed and fumbling for a teardrop-shaped
vial of lucid blue liquid. He drank half
of it in a refined swallow, sighing again when he felt the edges of his
hangover beginning to burn away.

His bedmate
shouted his name again. He looked over his shoulder and raised an eyebrow,
lifting the container up to full view of the other and pretending to consider
the rest of the brew prudently. An
interesting growl came from behind him before the vial was swiped from his
grasp.

Another raised
eyebrow, before he turned his head to the mess of clothing on his floor. His frown didn�t have to be faked.

Harry could
tell. Some times he could tell right
off, from the moment he opened his eyes, when a bad day was in store. Usually he didn�t have so large a clue to the
fact as one Draco Malfoy sharing his bed, completely nude, and he himself in
the same state to tell him when bad days occurred. But that day, apparently, he did.

He watched as
Malfoy drank what looked like a hangover remedy and was immediately jealous. When a teasing arch of one fine brow turned
to him he snatched the vial away and sniffed its contents warily before taking
a swig himself. He closed his eyes as
his head began feeling like a head again.

He opened them
again to glare at Malfoy.

�Answer me! What am I doing here?!,�
his headache wasn�t all gone, so he managed to talk in a threatening buzz
rather than the high volume he truly desired.

�You were
sleeping,� the insufferable prat put forth calmly as
he slipped from beneath the sleek bedspreads and wandered about the room,
scooping up articles of clothing. �Now
you are-�

�Shut up!,� if it was one thing he didn�t need, it was smart-mouth
comebacks. �How did I get here? And where is
here? And why-�

�You�re in my
room. As for how and why� you were more
wasted than I thought, Potter, if you can�t remember that,� Malfoy tossed back, now separating his own clothes and
gliding into a robe. Harry would not
admit to how relieved he was of that. It
was much easier being angry at Malfoy when he didn�t have to avoid looking at
his slim form.

�Did you put
something in my drink? I knew I should�ve brought my own
cup! This is low, even for you, Malfoy!�
he snarled, angry at himself now as well.
Malfoy whirled on him, gray eyes narrowed to mere slits of outrage.

�Don�t get your
hopes up, Scarhead!� he shot right back with more
vehemence than Harry was used to seeing from him. It made him still for a moment while the gold
boy continued. �If you remembered what
happened, you�d be on your knees right now, kissing my feet! And if I
remember correctly,� his words had a malicious sincerity to them, making
Harry want to cover his ears before the other boy could finish, �you were
begging me pretty much through the whole thing.�

Harry didn�t know
if he was as pale as he felt, but he certainly didn�t think his skin was a
healthy tan. He couldn�t feel his veins
pumping blood, though his heart beat furiously in his throat. His skin felt cold and slack against his
bones before becoming so hot and flushed with inexplicable anger he was sure
his entire body was in flames.

�You�re
lying! You�re lying!� he dove out of bed, went straight for his own robes. Malfoy saw where he was headed, what pocket
he was reaching for, and lunged after it too.

Their hands clashed. The room sizzled instantly into a brilliant
white. Harry felt his body go numb, felt
his mind sputter into a matching state.
Somewhere else, in some part of him he couldn�t rightly place, he
thought he felt another body and mind doing the same thing.

But the split
vision was scarier than the white deadness so he backed away from it hurriedly,
taking refuge in the solitary cell of his private nothing-world.

And as quickly as
he did that, the universe snapped back into place.

He was covered by
a heavy body, but it was a somewhat pleasant weight after all the non-feeling
he�d been through. He was breathing like
he�d just run the distance of the Forbidden
Forest and back again. There was a fuzzy lightness to everything
around him. He wondered if he had his glasses on.

He checked, and he
did. The spell Hermione had invented for
his safety during the war, to make his glasses stay put on his nose unless
spelled off again, hadn�t failed.

The warm weight
stirred, moaned, and Harry felt a hand press gently to his chest over his
heart. The fuzziness grew until it
threatened to become the white world again, but Harry grasped the hand before
it could. He shoved it off him, rolled
out and came up to his knees, panting as he leaned over his hands.

Another moan, this
one a little more articulate, and Harry managed to glare up at a slowly rising
Malfoy.

�What� happened�
last night?� he whispered weakly. Malfoy
gritted his teeth and looked as if he were in worse condition than Harry.

�Ginny Weasley is
what happened. She wanted you,� gray eyes
met green, �forever.�

Harry�s throat
should have worked. It wasn�t news to
him. Ginny had always been forward about
her feelings. That had been why he�d
finally gotten up the nerve to tell her how he truly felt. How she was more sister than attractive
love-prospect. How he wasn�t sure he
went for birds anyway. How he�d been so
incredibly relived when she said she understood. She cried, but she understood.

The look in Malfoy�s eyes spoke more about magic than emotions. Ginny had tried something last night, tried an
enchantment that would have bound him to her for the rest of eternity. And Malfoy had saved him.

But that didn�t
explain why he�d woken up in Malfoy�s bed.

Unless�

�Oh my god,� he
was absolutely sure his skin had no color now.
�The Saeculor charm?�

Malfoy�s slow nod condemned him.

AN : oh no! I don�t
have anything for you to guess at this chapter.
Very well, I�ll give you something else.
Vote on what you�d like to see in the next chapter�

1.
Better writing (if anyone votes for this, remember I
still have my catapult from last chapter�)

2.
An aggressive battle-of-wills between a rather
possessive Draco and a rather obsessed Ginny.

3.
An angsty little
confrontation between Harry and Remus over just how drunk one has to be to love
mortal enemies.

4.
�12 pages, descriptive slash, and a goddamn explanation
for the spell� (*grumbles* impatient readers�)
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