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Dangerous Connection	By : TheLabRat Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3199 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I heard later on, a few months down the line, that he'd abandoned his father, and Voldemort. That he'd fled overseas. And a part of me couldn't help but wonder if maybe, maybe he'd done it because of me.

It's been seven years since then. The fall of Tom Riddle had come and gone, but still Draco had not returned to the country, or to the Malfoy Manor. And not a single day has gone by that I haven't thought of him in some manner or fashion. Wondering where he was, or if he were happy. My days were now spent at Hogwarts, yet again. Only this time, I'm here as a professor. The idea still makes me smile. Because the subject I teach happens to be Defense Against The Dark Arts. Snape actually resigned when Dumbledore made the announcement last year. In private, he'd said that he couldn't possibly teach at a school where they hired professors who were likely to blow the school up or curse their own foot off, but he'd been smirking when he'd said it. Dumbledore told me later, that he'd been talking of retirement for at least two years prior anyway, and that I'd probably just given him a proper excuse. He is doing well in his retirement these days. I intend to pay him another visit, soon.

Though, I doubt I'll make it out before the start of the new term. Which is only a scant few days away. He always sneers and calls me names, but he moves out of the way and lets me in, and makes me disgusting tea... every single time. I think, on some level, he respects me… even if he doesn't like me. He asks me, almost every time, why it is that I even bother to pay him visits 'When you know perfectly well that your presence is entirely unwanted.' I still don't have an answer for him beyond my customary joke of 'Because I'm a glutton for punishment, I suppose.' If nothing else, it always manages to put an almost-smile on his face.

I can't say that our conversations are very interesting otherwise. After all, we barely speak while I am there. And I never stay for very long, either. But every so often, he gets a letter from Draco. And every once in a while, he mentions his godson. Little things really… Like the fact that Draco had been right to leave the country when he had. Or that he had so much more sense then I, and why hadn't I ever bothered to learn from his example? That question in particular never failed to amuse me, but I never let my expression falter. I knew that Snape was only trying to rile me up in some fashion. But it actually had the reverse effect. I find that news and talk of him calms me. Soothes me in a way that I don't quite know how to articulate, even to myself.

I haven't been doing much else with my time, I'll admit. I visit with Ron, and Hermione. Happily married and still very much in love. I don't visit as often as I should with them. And though I know it, I just can't bring myself to floo over more then once or twice a month. Not because I am jealous of what they have, what they've found in one another… but because it shows me exactly how lonely I really am. I always leave feeling like something vital is missing, and I have no idea how to find it.

Let alone where to start looking.

Ah, well… perhaps that isn't entirely true... but no matter. I spend most of my time at Hogwarts… the first place that has ever felt like a home to me. It's also true enough that I have an actual home now, my home, but something about these halls never fails to soothe me.

I was on my way to the Great Hall for the sorting feast two days later, when I thought I'd seen a flash of white blond hair in the crowd up ahead. I shook my head to clear it and shuffled past the first years, and returning students, to take my seat with all of the other professors. It wasn't until Dumbledore had begun speaking that I noticed an empty chair to my left. And upon glancing around, I was puzzled… because every teacher was seated and accounted for.

With this in mind I turned back to the Headmaster and waited for him to finish his announcements, knowing that this would be explained soon enough.

"As many of you know, we lost Severus Snape, our Potion's master, to retirement this past semester. As sad as I am to report this, I am just as happy to announce our newest staff member. This year, Draco Malfoy will be our latest edition to the Hogwarts…" I tuned him out after that, because the door to my left opened and I'd turned toward the sound in slight shock.

And there he stood.

Regal, and elegant… Perfect as ever. He'd bowed once, to everyone in the room, and then made his way to the empty seat beside me. There was a silence in the hall that was so thick it was almost deafening. Some part of me registered that it might be because Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter, perhaps the most heated rivals to ever walk these halls… second only to Slytherin and Gryffindor themselves, were seated side by side.

I couldn't pry my eyes away from him. He hadn't changed all that much in appearance since last we'd met. He'd kept his hair long and loosely tied, and his eyes were still the frosted blue that I remembered. But something about him seemed different. A little more subdued, perhaps.

"Potter…" And the way he said my name… it gave me chills. Which is rather curious, indeed… because there was no ice to it. If anything, it sounded warm, what with the way it floated to my ears on a whisper. I blinked and closed my open mouth, coughing once in slight embarrassment. Berating myself for my foolishness all the while. Staring at him like an idiot wasn't the best idea, I'd imagine. With that in mind, I strove for an easy smile instead and finally spoke.

"It's been a long time, Draco. I hear you're doing well…" Ah but if only I'd had a camera on me, even a muggle one. For the expression he wore upon registering my words was absolutely priceless.

"You hear? Not to sound rude, but we hardly run within the same social circles. Well, more to the point, I have a social circle. I hear these days that you are rarely ever seen beyond these walls…"

I heard both the question at my knowledge and at my own wellbeing hidden within the statement, and felt a warm swirl bubbling in the pit of my stomach. It was a welcomed sensation, indeed. One that I haven't felt in years…

"I grew tired of the mobs of people wanting to hear about my every waking moment. I've always been a rather private person and I doubt that will ever change… Though I will say that I do, in fact, have friends. Even if some would rather bite off their own tongue then ever admit to it. Your Godfather is one example of such a person." I couldn't have hid the amusement in my tone, or the smile on my lips if my life had depended upon it. And the wide-eyed gaze I received in return did nothing to quell either.

"Surely you lie!" His words were spot on. Exactly what I'd expected, but the amusement with which he spoke them, was not. And then he tossed his head back and laughed. Really laughed. And the sight he made, eyes alight and hair flowing with every move of his head… it mesmerized me. I was completely and utterly entranced.

"I speak nothing but the truth, I assure you. If, however, you are inclined to believe otherwise, then perhaps you should owl him and ask how many times I've been over to have tea since he's retired." He gagged jokingly and shook his head twice.

"And now I pity you. Really, I do. The man can brew anything under the sun with perfection. Anything except a decent cup of tea."

I found myself nodding vehemently, smiling broadly. "A flaw he seems to have no desire to rectify…"

He cut me off, waving his hand as if he were shooing someone away. "No matter how many times I have tried, he never wants anything that doesn't taste like absolute bullocks."

I snickered behind my hand, completely unsurprised by the fact. "And that term is being kind, indeed."

"Harry, Draco... Though I am pleased to see that you two are getting along so well, after all these years, I thought you might be interested to know that dinner has ended. And quite some time ago, at that." I turned my attention from Dumbledore to drag my eyes over the great hall, and found that he'd been telling the truth. We three were the only ones left, and all of the tables were barren. I smiled at him and stood.

"Thank you, Albus… We'll be seeing you at breakfast, I'm sure." He smiled and shook his head slightly.

"I am afraid that I will be absent from breakfast tomorrow, but perhaps I'll have returned in time for lunch. I bid you both a good night." It wasn't until I'd made it into the halls that I noticed Draco was still at my side. My quarters were actually right next to the D.A.D.A. room, but I'd been intending to take a walk through the school to clear my head slightly.

"Potions, Draco?" My question was merely that, a question. I was curious, because yes he'd always done well in that class, but I'd thought for sure he would have wanted a more prestigious position then that of a simple potions master. His chuckle was quiet, and his reply soft.

"I know what you're thinking, but yes, Potions. I wanted something a little simpler for the time being. And some of my happiest times as a child and a young man were spent here. I saw no reason to refuse Dumbledore when he approached me."

I nodded along and laughed lightly. "You speak as if you're as old as Dumbledore himself. You are still a young man, yet." The heavy sigh that he released a moment later caught my attention and I glanced at him from the corner of my eye as he bent his head slightly.

"My years may only number twenty five, but I feel as if I am far older then that. Worn and weary." I smiled and nodded once, knowing exactly how he felt.

"Well then perhaps you can learn to feel your age again. Heavens know this place has done wonders for me in that regard." He nodded once, but didn't speak. And soon after that, we parted ways. Draco to his rooms, while I ventured out towards the grounds... I found myself standing on the same spot that he and I had stood back then. And for once my heart didn't throb dully within my chest. And curiously, my face held a smile, instead of a frown.

It became commonplace from then on that when we weren't teaching our respective classes, we were spending time together. Patrolling the halls, or walking the grounds, or playing wizard's chess… Which as it turned out, he was crap at. A fact that made me smile quite often, considering I wasn't the best player myself, but I still managed to beat him in almost every game we played. And on the weekends when we didn't have to supervise the students, we were free to come and go as we pleased. On one of those weekends, I took him to Muggle London. I'd had a few reasons for it. One, I wasn't sure that he'd ever been and two, I wasn't sure if he'd ever had a muggle beer.

He'd liked it, he said, but still preferred butter beer.

We drank together often, as well. Laughing and telling stories well into the night, over a glass of firewhiskey, or four… It was on one such a night, that we were in Draco's rooms in the Dungeons. Sitting in front of a blazing fire, and sharing a bottle that I'd procured just the day before. We were well on our way to being truly pissed, having had more then half the bottle between us, and he was telling me a story from our school days. I really wasn't paying attention to his words, though. I was watching his face as it lit up in his excitement, and his arms waved about as he spun his tale. The piece of leather that he usually used to bind his hair had come loose at some point. And I'd noticed it just as a stray lock of long pale blonde hair fell over his face, right over his left eye. Without thinking, I moved to tuck it behind his ear. An action that I would never have allowed myself, were I sober… But even as I was cursing myself silently, I watched as several different emotions flitted through his features, through his usually calm and cool eyes. But it happened far too quickly for me to pick out a single one to identify. He set his drink down and stood, looking to the clock on the wall.

"It's getting rather late isn't it? We both have lessons first thing. I think it might be best if I bid you goodnight, now." I nodded and swallowed what was left of my own glass and set it down beside his. Smiling to myself at how right that looked to me.

"That might be prudent, yes." I stood and made my way to the door, stopping just before I stepped through it. "Hey Draco, do you ever think about…" I trailed off and shook my head. "Never mind. Stupid question. Sleep well then, yeah?" And with that I was gone, stumbling back to my rooms, and mumbling to myself the whole way. Because I am a fool, of that there is no doubt. To ask him the questions that I desperately wanted answers to would be madness. I already knew the answers, after all. Does he ever think about that night out in the cold? Or that single night in that abandoned classroom, the very same room we pass almost every single day? The answer was simple.

No.

He'd left that behind, years ago… a lifetime ago. I was the only one who still felt like this, who still wanted him. And as much as it pains me to be near him at times, I value his friendship, so I would endure it. Silently.

It was clear in the way we spoke, in the way he regarded me… that he no longer thought of me in any romantic light. And it felt rather pathetic to learn that. To know that I was the only one who had never let go, after all this time. That I probably never would…

But I accept it.

And I do so for two basic reasons. One, because I didn't really have much choice, and two… Well, two, because I couldn't stand to be away from him now. I knew him too well… Became too accustomed to his company, his presence. Somehow, some way, he'd become my closest friend. I would not lose him again. That simply isn't an option.

It seemed so sudden, but before we knew it, an entire year had passed. My holidays had been spent at the school, while Draco had gone home. It had been rather lonely, walking the halls without him. And when the year ended he'd left, for home, as I knew he would. No one but Dumbledore knew that I lived at the school when and where possible. Meaning nearly all year round. As close as we'd become, I hadn't the spine to tell him.

To tell him that I'm so pathetic that I can't stand to be on my own… Alone. No, I can't have him knowing I'm that weak. As odd as it may sound, I need people near, but I can't stand to have them too close. Curious, isn't it? But I can't let them see how pathetic their savior has become.

And it is pathetic.

Because I want so badly to share this burden with someone... To know what it's like to not feel lonely anymore. I guess it simply isn't meant to be, though. After all, everyone wants to shag the boy-who-lived… but no one wants to hold him when the nightmares come.

No one wants me.

I have entertained the idea of running away from it all and living as a muggle, more then once. Well, more times then I can count really. But I just can't bring myself to do it. Coward that I am…
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