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Stream of Consciousness	By : AngelNarcissa90 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12234 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does. Neither do I profit from the pleasurable experience of writing. Warning: Rape and Abuse Featured.

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Poohbear74: Harry can’t get Draco out of prison, but that doesn’t mean that he won’t be there for the trial. They’ve got an inheritance to share you know! Thank you for reviewing.
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Chapter 3: Three Weeks
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Harry sat back in the worn leather armchair and turned the page of the potions manual he was skimming. He’d taken an interest in Snape’s library collection. Luna had suggested that he give up his anger at the ministry as something he couldn’t control and try to find a way to calm down. This was the second time he’d come to Spinner’s End with Luna. The first time, the night before, they’d stood in his den and just wandered about it reading titles. Well, Harry had perused the shelves without really seeing the books that lined them. Luna had turned about the room before settling into the armchair he was currently occupying. Harry still didn’t dare venture beyond the room where the fireplace allowed them entrance. It seemed like he was infringing on Snape’s privacy even though the man was dead.
“Have you decided?”
Harry turned to stare at Luna. He still was not sure if he should or shouldn’t change his plans. Her idea did affect the rest of his life. After all, it wouldn’t be too long before Malfoy was out of the holding cells, through trial and back in the Wizarding World. Harry had no doubt that his testimony would save Draco from an Azkaban sentencing.
“No, I’d like to see how things progress. I mean I can’t just jump into this without thinking it through. If it’s one thing I learned from my travels on the run from Voldemort its patience. I’m trying to use all of what I have right now with keeping preoccupied.” Harry returned to his book in relative silence.
He could feel Luna’s gaze on him.
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Ron tried to fight he anger he felt frothing inside of him at his best mate. Had Harry lost his mind? Did he forget how Draco and his goons had tried to get to the Horcrux before Harry, Hermione and himself got to it? Feeling any amount of compassion for the Death Eater Lucius Malfoy’s son was beyond Ron’s current reach of understanding.
“It’s been days, Ron. We should try and persuade Harry to comeback.” Ron shook his head at Hermione’s haste. These past few days had been the quietest the Burrow had seen in quite some time. The peace was nice and captivating. Ron especially enjoyed spending more time with Hermione and neither of them was in mortal peril. They weren’t on the run. Even his mum and dad had given them a positive response in lieu of exposing their blossoming relationship.
Ron shifted in his seat facing the wizarding chessboard and his bother Percy. Hermione was curled up snugly on the loveseat next to him. “He’s fine. If anything, I’m surprised Luna hasn’t asked him to leave or he’d get tired of her eventually. I mean, he's a right git for leaving in the first place. Actually, ‘Mione, he’s been a right git since we got back.” Ron turned back to his game, “Shouldn’t you be thinking about your folks anyway? We’ve got to go get them soon and you’ve got to work out what you’re going to tell them.”
“I know that,” Hermione snapped.
Ron shrugged figuring that she wasn’t up to facing her parents. Ron felt her pain, even though he didn’t have the talent or strategic ability to manipulate his parents into believing they were actually Australians and to forget that he or his other siblings existed. Ron had given her his word that he would go with her and he constantly affirmed his intention to go with her for support . Percy was sitting across from him and he was beginning to look awkward and out of place with the ongoing conversation.
Hermione sighed heavily in return. “He’s really scared for Malfoy, I think.”
“And that’s our problem because?” Ron mused aloud moving forward to snatch another one of Percy’s pawns. Ron caught Percy’s gaze as he sat back contemplating his next move. He looked as if he really wanted to say something, but was afraid of sounding nosy. Ron motioned for Percy to say what he had to say, “Why bother Perce? I can tell you’re dying to speak.”
Ron instantly regretting his phrasing as Percy paled. “I didn’t mean it like that. You’ve got to stop being so sensitive,” Ron reached forwarded and placed a hand over Percy’s. Ever since returning home to help out at the Burrow and mourn, Percy had begun to talk nonsense. He actually verbalized his regret that he hadn’t died instead of Fred. He kept wondering why someone who had so much to live for would be traded for a turncoat. Ron along with everyone else tried to talk Percy out his suicidal talk and musings and it was only just starting to take effect.
“I was just going to say,” Percy began stiffly, “that maybe you two should stop waiting for Harry to come around. He—he may need more time—like me.”
Percy nodded to himself and it was Ron’s turn to feel uncomfortable remembering seeing Harry’s lifeless body in Hagrid’s arms. His gut twisted in memory of the awful truth of Harry’s sacrifice for everyone just to defeat Voldemort and end the war. Harry had been scared in the most profound ways, ways that Ron was sure that he didn’t understand. He knew that Harry had only shared the tip of the iceberg of his hurt and suffering with Hermione and himself. Ron feeling ashamed of his condemnation of Harry’s behavior and self-expression closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. Percy certainly knew how to knock the wind right out of his sails.
“Well,” Hermione said appearing next to Ron’s side, “let’s go. Lets pack and get ready, Percy do you want to accompany us?”
Looking too perplexed to answer, a voice spoke up for him, “Nah, I doubt having Percy with you will do anything more than spoil your fun. You should be to third base by now.”
Ron tried to rummage up the emotion of annoyance, but found it lacking. George was trying his best to make him laugh, to get a rise out of him, but he was failing miserably. For some reason, since Fred’s death, the life and laughter seemed to be sucked out him. Looking at George was hard for Ron to do at the moment. And it was for everyone, especially Harry. He felt like it was his fault. Maybe it was best that he stay with Luna far away from the living memory of his troubles.
“Nice try, but ‘Mione and I are waiting until marriage.” Or at least that was what Hermione kept telling him to tell everyone. She hadn’t wanted to have sex with him before he met her parents, but things worked out differently. Upon his return, after destroying the locket, they’d made passionate love behind an intense silencing spell that Hermione had learned sometime in their fifth year. It was like she’d planned the whole thing. Harry hadn’t woken and they hadn’t mentioned it to anyone. No one was the wiser. Although, Ron sometimes suspected that Bill knew. When they’d reached Shell Cottage, Ron thought he saw Fleur and Bill looking at himself and Hermione oddly after they’d broken apart from an embrace when they found themselves no longer alone.
George nodded positively as he walked further into the room. “Just the same,” he continued keeping his voice light, “you shouldn’t take anyone with you least of all this spoil sport. He’ll probably want to study wizarding laws and regulations while you’re there. Right, Perce?”
Percy nodded silently as he stared hard at the chessboard. Things were still tense for him. “I’d tell the acting minister to send me as an official ambassador. You know that I would.” Percy said softly in response. Ron watched the two of them interact in a strained manner. At least they were in the same room and without Harry present the reality and the sadness didn’t seem so great.
“You know,” Ron stood up and pushed himself from the unfinished game of Wizard’s chess. Gesturing to it, as he wrapped an arm around Hermione’s waist, “Why don’t you finish it for me? I’m completely kicking his ass. We need to pack anyway.”
For a tense moment, Ron thought that George would say no. Instead he gave a small smile and settled across from Percy taking in his brother’s apologetic posture. Ron led Hermione out of the room and into the kitchen. They stepped away from each other simultaneously as they turned to watch George and Percy interact.
“I think this is good for them.” Hermione murmured.
“What is,” Ron heard his mother voice as she came into through the kitchen door. She was silenced by the sight of her two elder son’s playing chess. The atmosphere of the room was still tinged by sadness and fear, but they weren’t ignoring each other. This represented a movement in the right direction. Ron turned to follow Hermione as she led the way upstairs. They would let his parents know at dinner what they had decided. They were adult wizards now.
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Draco nestled against Zabini. His body was so cold and the warmth pouring from his fellow Slytherin’s body was just what he needed. The hands that rubbed his back in a circular pattern softened the tension that resurfaced every few minutes.
“Malfoy!” a harsh voice called into the cell. “You’re up in three weeks. They’ll be sending wizarding scum like you to Azkaban if they know what’s good for them.”
Shivering, Draco pressed himself tightly against Zabini wondering in this moment of lucidity what would happen to his parents and to himself. The pain in his abdomen and back was dull, but it had never fully left him. The kindness Zabini gave him by helping him to the loo and feeding him when he was too tired to lift the spoon of watery soup to his lips was greatly appreciated. He could never repay him.
The idea of sitting in front of the Wizengamot and being judged made Draco very unsettled. Many of those present would believe him to be guilty without evidence. Draco had never wished harder that someone or something would intervene and save him. The constant chill in the cell, the tasteless soup, the occasional visits from guards for forced sex and the fear of imminent imprisonment and never seeing his parents again weighed on him heavily.
“You’ll survive this, I know it.” Zabini whispered quietly. Draco could only shiver in response.
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