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The End Shall Come, And We Will Dance Forever	By : makochan0217 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6654 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Disclaimers: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling, Scholastic Publishing, and Warner Bros. I make nothing from this. In fact, I lose money to write this, so… no suing, ‘kay?

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Title: The End Shall Come, and We Will Dance Forever

Author: Makoto Sagara

Series: Harry Potter

Archive: afallenangel-dot-net-slash-makotosagara, Fanfiction-dot-net, Foreverfandom-dot-net

Category: Angst, Drama

Pairings: Unknown

Warnings: Angst, language, OOC, 7th year timeline based upon OotP
Disclaimers: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling, Scholastic Publishing, and Warner Bros. I make nothing from this. In fact, I lose money to write this, so… no suing, ‘kay?
A/N: So, um, I… kinda forgot about this fic. I mean, I remembered, but it was just difficult for me to find a way to keep up with it while working on my other fics and things. So, it sat on a backburner. However, my friend Angel started me reading HP fics again, centering on Harry/Draco pairings, and the muses want to play. So, here we are. Enjoy!

Chapter Two – Dreams Be Dreams

Harry strolled through the halls of Hogwarts on the first Saturday of the school year, taking in the familiar sights, but not really seeing them. He’d left Hermione in the library, researching something or other. He wasn’t even sure what anymore. Ron was probably playing Wizarding chess in the Gryffindor common room, with Neville, Seamus or Dean. It didn’t matter at that moment. His hands were buried in the pockets of his school robes, and his mind was a million miles away.

School was weird. No Slytherins or Snape to piss him off. Lupin was back to teach great DAtD classes again. Potions class was stomach-able with Slughorn teaching. Transfiguration wasn’t nearly as good as he remembered it, but Professor Swanly was a decent teacher and she was trying to be a great Head of House. But, mostly, it was just strange to go to Potions or Herbology and not have Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy, and the other Slytherins there to make life miserable.

However, his dreams were becoming increasingly confusing and angering. When he wasn’t dreaming of the night Sirius died in the Ministry or of something Voldemort was doing, he was plagued of the former confrontations between himself and Malfoy. The blond prat always showed up with that sneer that made Harry want to punch his face off or with a smirk that made his blood boil. And without a doubt, every single time, he woke up aroused. Painfully aroused. He couldn’t… No, he didn’t want to think about what that meant.

He looked around and noticed that he was in the hallway where Barty Crouch, disguised as Professor Moody, had transfigured Malfoy into a ferret and bounced him off the walls. The memory made him smile for a minute before his body let him know that the brief flash of blond-white hair and grey eyes he’d had was turning him on. “Potter,” the familiar voice drawled, making him turn, hand on his wand and ready for anything.

“Malfoy?” And there he was, alone, sneer in place, clothes disheveled. “What are you doing here?”

“I wasn’t under the impression that I answered to you, Potter,” Malfoy answered. “Where is Professor Dumbledore?”

“Dumbledore? What do you want with him?” Harry’s grip on his wand grew tighter and he withdrew it from his pocket.

“Again, Potter, I don’t answer to you.” Grey eyes flashed dangerously, and Harry felt a spark of excitement at the other boy’s reaction. And as suddenly as the danger appeared on the blond’s face, it disappeared. “Too much time around the Mudbloods has made you stupid, I see,” he drawled, his face a mask of indifference once again. He gathered himself to his full height and pushed past Harry down the hall.

That brief, unexpected touch set Harry’s blood on fire. ‘Oh, Merlin, am I really attracted to Draco Malfoy?’

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He was the last person that Draco had wanted to see as he reentered Hogwarts. Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived… The Boy-Who-Haunted-His-Dreams-Lately seemed more appropriate. In fourth year, Draco had come to terms that he just wasn’t attracted to girls. Dating Pansy was what was expected of him, so he did it. Besides, his father had ordered him to do so. He knew his role as a pure blood was that he was to get married to the right girl, conceive at least one heir to the Malfoy line, keep up public appearances, and not to dally with anyone of the wrong kind. However, all of the pure blood females he knew were either insipid like Pansy, ugly like Millicent Bulstrode, or insane like his crazy aunt Bellatrix.

Draco shuddered at the thought of his aunt. Her eyes burned with an unnatural fire that actually frightened him. And her husband and brother-in-law were just as off-kilter as she was. The fact that the last four months had found them as ‘guests’ of his father in one of their many estates, along with the Dark Lord, had made his blood run cold.

He’d been told that he was expected to take the Dark Mark and serve his father’s Master, or he could spy on what the stupid followers of Dumbledore were doing at Hogwarts. He’d chosen the spy option. It was the only way that he was going to get away from his family and that… creature they served. The only difficult part about it was that he’d had to leave his mother behind.

Gods, how he’d argued with his mother to just leave England… He’d begged, pleaded, bargained, and anything else he could think of, and still she stayed, as attached to his worthless father as ever. Most people thought that Narcissa Black had married Lucius Malfoy because she’d been ordered to do so, and while that was true, they didn’t know that his mother actually loved his father. It was disturbing. She loved him, and she told Draco that he was the product of a marriage of love and obligation. The thought felt like acid on his tongue.

Of course, the reason it disgusted him was the way his father used that knowledge to further his own ends. When he’d been thrown into Azkaban at the end of his fifth year, his mother had actually worried herself so sick that she’d had to be hospitalized at St. Mungo’s for the entire summer before sixth year. And when the news that the Death Eaters imprisoned had broken free, he’d received a letter from Malfoy Manor telling him that his mother was well again and with his father.

So, it hadn’t surprised him that over Christmas holidays that Lucius had made his position with the Dark Lord plain and upfront. He’d told his son, point blank, that he would either become a Death Eater himself or a spy for Voldemort’s forces, or Narcissa would find herself no longer among the living. But Snape had intervened, for a bit. His godfather had tried to reason with Lucius about the ridiculousness of the entire ordeal, and Malfoy Sr. seemed to find some rationale behind Severus’ words. But it hadn’t lasted long. Before the end of school last year, Professor McGonagall had ended up dead trying to protect Dumbledore and Snape had had to go underground. That had left Draco at his father’s mercy, which Lucius was not known for possessing.

That was how he’d found himself in this wretched predicament. Truly, he wanted to find a dark, quiet corner of the Slytherin dungeons and just cry. But, weakness and failure were not tolerated by the Dark Lord and his followers. And if he’d had to endure the Cruciatus Curse one more time, he’d go mad. Or the screams of his mother at the hands of his father and aunt…

He knew he had to stop, or else. Even his usual banter with Potter was only half-enjoyed. Those green eyes had widened as Draco startled him, bringing home the fact that they were so large, even behind his ridiculous Muggle glasses. That intensity and the way his full lips moved as he spoke made the blond shift in discomfort even now.

Slowly, Draco was coming to terms that he was unusually attracted to Harry Potter, his long-time rival and all-around goody-two-shoes git. He stopped in the hallway before the statue of the gargoyle and leaned against the wall to school his features. Unfortunately, green eyes flashed into his mind and he felt his body twitch in arousal. ‘Really? Potter, of all the people in school, I had to be attracted to him?’

Shaking his head in frustration, Draco searched the hallways for any signs of the Headmaster. After a few moments, the trademark meter long beard was spotted and the blond boy had to take a deep breath before stepping away from the wall. “Headmaster, I need to speak to you,” he said quietly.

“Hello, Mr. Malfoy, I’ve been expecting you for some time.”

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“I just don’t get it, Harry,” Hermione said from behind her book. Harry had headed to the library after his confrontation, as it were, with Draco and found the girl at her normal table in the corner, bushy hair poking from behind a massive tome. “Why in the world would…?” She frowned, her features pinching in an uncomfortable expression. “You don’t think…?”

“…That he’s a Death Eater?” Harry finished for her, the words leaving a bad taste in his mouth. “I dunno, Hermione.” He took a deep breath as he thought carefully over what was said and done. “He seemed just like normal.” He sighed. ‘The only thing different was my reaction to him.’

“Well,” she started, drawing a lip between her teeth as she thought, “the only solution would be to watch him, closely.”

Those words sent a spark of excitement down Harry’s spine and his breathing quickened before he could gain control. In his brain flashed the memory of dangerous, steely eyes and blond hair framing a patrician face. ‘God, it’s true. What the bloody hell is wrong with me?’

“Harry?” He blinked and looked up into his worried friend’s face. “Harry, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, forget it.” He stood and stomped out of the library, ignoring the glare that Madam Pince threw at his exit. He could hear Hermione following, but he didn’t want to tell her what was wrong. As quickly as he could, he sprinted down the hall and slipped into an empty classroom, softly shutting the door behind him. He slid to the floor, closing his eyes and forcing his breathing to normal. “What am I going to do?”

“Do about what, Harry?” The voice was familiar, feminine, and like a warm caress and a smack all in one. Harry snapped his head up and met the warm, brown eyes of Ginny Weasley. “What’s the matter?” She looked around, red hair moving like warm flames around her face and shoulders. “Where are my brother and Hermione?”

“G-ginny?” The girl blinked before smiling at him. “What are you doing in here?”

“The same thing could be said for you, Harry,” she answered, amusement very evident in her voice. “But, I was actually waiting for Luna and Padma Patil.”

“Oh,” he said lamely, a slight blush creeping up his neck and face.

“What’s wrong, Harry? You’re flushed. Did you have a fight with my brother already?” She knelt before the boy, her eyes showing her concern.

“No, Ron and I are okay,” he said, turning his head from the intense look the girl who he’d dated off and on last year. Part of his mind was remembering the way she’d felt in his arms and the way she tasted, and another part was wondering how Draco would measure up. That thought made his blush deepen. “I-” He closed his eyes as his voice cracked on that one word and took a deep breath. “I just wanted to be alone for a minute. I didn’t know you were in here.” He stood up to leave, but Ginny’s small, warm hand on his robe sleeve stopped him.

“You can stay here,” she whispered uncomfortably. “I know I was the one who broke up with you last year. I was just hoping that we could still be friends.” Before he could say anything, someone knocked on the door and Luna’s dreamy voice and that of Padma could be heard on the other side. “Oh, I guess I’ll just leave you. ‘Bye, Harry.” The door opened, she slipped out and it slammed shut behind her.

Harry closed his eyes for a moment before sitting down at one of the dusty desks and put his head on his folded arms. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could take this. He missed Ginny and her warm, familiar feel in his arms, and he seriously regretted the fact that she decided she’d rather be with Luna than him. Just seeing her alone like this was so difficult. But, the part of his mind that wondered about Draco reveled in the fact that he was single and that the blond was back in the school with him, and without his cronies. So lost in his thoughts was Harry that he didn’t hear as the door opened behind him. It wasn’t until the other person shut the door that he sat up straight and turned around. Only to look directly into silvery-grey eyes.

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