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I Understand	By : LMG67 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9627 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Author Notes
- 2-Revelation
- 3-Grief
- 4-Horror
- 5-Thoughts
- 6-Anger
- 7-Training
- 8-Explanation
- 9-Expressions
- 10-Thinking
- 11-Tower
- 12-Pain
- 13-Seperate
- 14-Questions
- 15-Tears
- 16-In their own words
- 17-Tantrum
- 18-Sorrow
- 19-Darkness
- 20-Light
- 21-Passion
- 22-Breath
- 23-Suspicions
- 24-Iggy
- 25-Fear
- 26-Decisions
- 27-Understanding
- 28-Draco
- 29-Harry
- 30-Fallout
- 31-Accidents...
- 29
- 30
- 31
FALLOUT

God what had he been thinking? He was so stupid. Here he was planning to seduce Harry Potter and
he didn’t even know if the boy wanted him. When he said wanted him he meant wanted him, not the
bond making him want him. He had left his Godmother’s rooms and was walking around the Lake
trying not to think of Harry because thinking about Harry was making his chest hurt in a really,
really disturbing way.

Draco ignored the Squid who was splashing around at the edge of the Lake and continued to walk
lost in his thoughts. He knew why Harry was doing this; he wanted Draco to live. He knew that if he
were in the same boat as Harry was, he would do the exact same thing. But By Merlin’s Beard why
did he push him away so hard? They could be so good together, not only as a couple, but as a team
as well.

But Harry kept pushing him away and Draco did not know what to do beside force him to face
everything that was going on between the two of them. He skirted around a couple of students,
ignoring them as they tried to talk to him, and just walked and walked.

He wanted to tell Harry everything. All his life he had wanted one person he could talk too. Madam
Pomfrey was his Godmother and she knew more about him than anyone alive but he still longed for
the one person he could lay next to in the middle of the night and talk about the day, his dreams, his
heartaches, and his failures. Pansy was his best friend but not even she knew everything. He was
confident that if she found out the real reason she was going to be getting the Dark Mark and not
him she was going to hex him so badly that he was sure Madam Pomfrey was going to have to get
outside help to cure him. He did not want to be on the receiving end of an angry Pansy Parkinson’s
wand. He could always hide behind the Weasel. He snickered to himself at that mental image.

The laughter died quickly and he once again fell into the depression that had overcome him since he
had walked outside. He could feel his heart and it was like lead, heavy and hard, in his chest. The
only time he felt it beat at all now was when Harry would reach out and gently touch him as they
passed in the halls. Or, that night in the infirmary when Harry had thought he was hurt, and all he
had done was touch him. One touch and he’d had to wait minutes before his heart stopped pounding.

Remembering that sent him groaning, sent his breath to catching, then sent him to harden. Not now,
he thought, please. But his body would not listen to him. Memories of all the times, few though they
were, that they had been together plus the ones from his dreams all came to the surface and all Draco
could do was moan as his desire built. Soon it was difficult for him to walk and he knew that he
needed to take care of his little problem, very soon.

He contemplated going back to the dorms and taking care of it in the shower but the urgency of his
condition would not let him waste a precious second. He found a small alcove and walking in cast a
silencing charm and a cunfundus charm; now no one who came near would see him or hear him. He
dropped to his knees as he let his memories overcome him. He gasped as the feelings of desire and
want rose up and started his heart pounding so hard and loud in his ears that he was sure that it
could be heard even with the charms he had cast. He was lost in the sensations his mind was
producing barely feeling the shivers that ran up and down his spine making his entire body shake.

He could hardly breathe as he felt his body awaken to those memories, real and dream ones. The
feelings were harsh, cold, and painful, and so erotic that he was sure he would not have to touch
himself for release because his mind was going to take care of it for him. In his dreams Harry’s face
would always get this wondrous look on it right before he came and that was the image Draco now
had his whole being focused on. He felt so alive. He stamped down the fleeting thought that if this
“dreaming” was so intense how would the real thing be? Would the real Harry be as good as the
dream Harry?

He whimpered softly as he drew his hand across the bulge now pushing against his trousers, he
pushed down and rubbed back and forth slowly. Just that small touch was enough to still his whole
body and he knew it would not take much. He could feel the sweat start to make its way down his
back following the graceful curve of his spine. Draco hurriedly released his throbbing prick from the
confines of his pants and sighed in relief. He gently ran a finger over its seeping top, back and forth
so slowly making his breath hitch with each pass, and when he could take the sensations no longer
gripped it tightly in his hand sending waves of pleasure coursing through him.

He had to force himself to slow down. This was the first time he had done this in such a long while.
That thought brought another whimper to his lips and he licked them, as they were now dry, very
dry. He gathered spit and using that he wrapped his hand around his length. He slowly started to
move his hand up and down his length and when he reached the top he would run his thumb over the
leaking slit. After minutes of this he could no longer stop the shudders or the gasps when his thumb
ran over the top of his now hard prick. The sweat was now running down his face as well as his back
and he had to shake his head to keep it out of his eyes.

He wished that it were Harry’s hand doing this for him, slowly loosening and tightening his hand
around Draco‘s prick. He wished that it was Harry’s mouth or body that was going to collect each
and every drop of the precious liquid he was about to spill everywhere. He wished it were Harry’s
body he was pushing into instead of his own hand.

He could feel the pressure building with each stroke. His breath caught as he began to stoke a little
harder and faster. He leaned back with the hand not holding him now behind him on the ground
bracing his body up as his butt rested on his feet. His hips were now thrusting up to meet his down
thrusting hand and he whimpered, as his thrusts became jerky. His silver-topped head was thrown
back and the muscles in his neck were straining. He whimpered again as the pressure continued to
build and then his body was shaking and his breaths were coming in gasps as he gave one last hard
thrust upwards and closed his hand tightly around himself.

He threw his head back and his mouth hung open gasping for air he kept his eyes squeezed tightly
shut on the picture his mind had created. He would have screamed out if he had been able too but
the lack of oxygen that he was experiencing hindered him from doing so. He had to settle for
screaming out ‘Harry’ in his head and collapsing limply forward both hands holding him up and his
breathing harsh in the silence. When he had gotten his breathing under control and his hands had
stopped shaking, he quickly cleaned himself up and straightening his clothes settled back against a
tree, shivering as the sweat cooled on his burning body.

He sat there, after his breathing and heart rate had returned to normal, quietly thinking of everything
that had happened in the last two weeks. Couple that with everything that he had remembered
happening since that night in the Forrest and Draco came to the conclusion that if he and Harry
hadn’t been such prats to each other all this would have been moot because he would have already
had Harry. He thought about that and he could not stop from curving his lips up in a wicked little
smile

Some say there is a thin line between love and hate. He didn’t believe that for a second. Not one
measly second. Thin line my arse! He thought with a chuckle. More like a dotted line, with a lot of
gaps. He pictured Harry’s face as he thought it would look once he had the Gryffindor moaning
under him and he felt himself stir again. Better yet, how about just a dash, a really small one.

Emotion is emotion, Draco had always believed, whether hate or love and it didn’t matter which was
which as long as it is felt whole heartedly and truly it can be whatever you want it to be. I still hate
him, he admitted to himself honestly, but I love him too.

Harry made him so mad and Draco knew that if he were there right now he would probably hex him
so badly that he wouldn’t recover for weeks. And then my sappy arse would be right there when he
woke apologizing to Harry until he forgive him. He would keep on until Harry’s cold eyes softened
and his mouth just began to curve upwards and then he would pounce.

On him. Over him. In him.

Harry was Draco’s and soon he would know it. This he promised himself right there and then, as a
Malfoy, as a man, as Draco. I will have him, he promised himself, come hell or high water, no
matter how much he protests. Harry bloody Potter belonged to Draco Malfoy and that was that.
Final. Done. Absolute. Irrefutable. Irrevocable. Certain.

All he had to do now was convince him of that fact.

The plans he had made with his Godmother would work, they just had too. Draco had accepted this
bond between them, finally, and there was no way he was going to let this go. As of this moment
nothing else mattered. Not classes, not training, not Voldemort, not his father, not his mother...

Geesh already! We get the picture.

What do you want?

Nothing just thought I would come and pester you since Harry kicked me out.

Good for Harry!

Prat.

Yes, so?

Look, you two are the most stubborn gits I have ever had the misfortune to meet. I do not
know why I waste my time on you.

Me neither. Hey! Maybe you could leave us alone. How about that?

Your sarcasm is duly noted, my boy, but not necessary.

*snort* Well, as long as it is noted.

Did you have fun just now?

Draco felt his face burn. You. Are. A. PERVERT!

*chuckles* Yup!

Would you just...*sigh*...leave me alone.

*cheerily* Can’t.

Why not?

Cause I just can’t.

*growl* Go bother Harry.

Can’t.

Why not?

Can’t get to him.

What do you mean you can’t get to him?

Just what I said.

Is he...he’s not hurt is he?

No.

Oh, ok then.

But he’s not well either.

Draco jumped up yelling out frantically. “What the bloody hell do you mean he is not well? Where
is he? Is he hurt? Damn it tell me!”

Calm down, my boy. He’s having...difficulties right now and no you can’t help him. He must
deal with this by himself, just like you did. That is why I am here with you.

Draco slumped back down against the tree. He tried to stop his shoulders from shaking, but he had
been so scared just now that he was not sure he could stop. His heart was pounding so hard it hurt.

Will he be all right?

In...time, yes he will be fine.

What happened?

He finally listened.

I see...and being the clueless stubborn git that he is it took some trouble to get him to do that...let
me guess possible head injury?

No, I told you he wasn’t hurt.

Then what is wrong with him?

Physically nothing.

So, you are saying he’s bonkers now?

No...just confused.

I see. So that is why he will be fine in time.

Yes.

What happened?

He talked.

And that caused all this?

Yes.

Why?

He had even more trouble than you did coming to terms with this. Even though he knew
before you. There were...things...he was wrong about.

He knew?

Yes.

What happened?

He learned.

I...what?

It took you.

It...huh?

You made him listen to the others, now maybe he can get the help he needs.

What do you mean get the help that he needs?

Harry was more...confused...than was first thought.

And is he still confused?

Not any longer. He, like you, finally talked and a lot was learned by those that can help him.

I want to be the one to help him.

You can.

How? He won’t even let me near him.

He will soon. You both had things that you had to come to terms with. You were just easier
to convince that he was.

What do you mean convince?

How do you think you know all the stuff about him?

The bond?

Yes.

And you are the bond.

ED, at your service.

The silence stretched before a thought occurred to Draco. Actually, it was something that he had
been wondering about for a while now.

ED?

Yes.

Will Harry and I be able to communicate like this?

No, not like this. And there will be none until after the bonding. But you will have an
emotional connection that comes in useful, and will be very useful for you two.

The bonding?

*chuckle* Yes, the bonding.

Ah, umm, does it hurt?

I don’t think so.

Harry can hear you right?

Yes.

So...why is that again?

I swear, you young kids, nowadays, never listen in class do you?

I do! Really, I...ok I might have slept through this class. But honestly, have you ever heard of a
Malfoy being bonded?

Well, no, I haven’t.

There is a reason for that you know.

I’m sure.

So...why?

*sigh* Because it is the nature of the bond. You and Harry hear me clearer though because
never before has there ever been those that consider themselves enemies that have bonded. I
have never worked this hard to complete a bond in all the time I have been doing this.
Mostly, we get ones that have already formed some kind of attraction to the other, though
you two had the attraction down pat, you also had the ‘let’s see if we can humiliate and injure
the other’ down pat as well. I just could not work with that, not until something between you
changed.

Changed?

Things had to change between the two of you before the bond could even start. BOTH of you
had to change, Draco, not just you. Harry had to change as well. You had to find each other
in that change. And you did but not in a way that helped the bond, it actually hurt it.

The Forrest?

Yes, that was the start of it.

So, there are more than just you?

Yes, there is. For each bond there is a “caretaker” of sorts.

A caretaker?

That’s what we call ourselves. We make sure that the meaning of the bonds are upheld. You
and Harry are very special. There has not been a bond like yours for almost 600 years.

I knew that.

I see you do manage to find the library ever so often.

Ever so often I do.

You two have a heart bond and a soul bond. But because of your unique situation it was
decided that I would be the best to help you with accepting your bonds.

You sure have a funny way of helping.

Ah, but it is working.

Yeah, I guess.

Hey, give me some credit. In two weeks you two have come a long way.

We have. Two weeks ago I would have gladly sent him to the nine pits of hell. Now if he is not in
the same room with me I can’t breathe. Damn it! Why Potter anyways?

May I tell you something in the strictest of confidences?

Yes.

Harry and you were not meant to have bonded.

“What!” Draco yelled aloud.

You were not meant to have bonded with Harry. At the time it happened we were all thrown
for a loop.

We?

Yes the other caretakers and I. We didn’t know how to proceed. That is why it took longer
for the effects of that night to show up. Draco, did you ever wonder why he saved you that
night?

Yes, many times. I thought it was because he was the Golden Boy and he was going to use it
against me.

But he didn’t?

No, he didn’t.

And you never once asked him why did you?

No...I...I didn’t.

It is not in Harry too not help. He has too. The compassion he showed you that night set in
motion the events that led to the bond. Everything that happened for the rest of that year
was just little steps to the beginnings of two weeks ago. That night when you asked him why
he helped you and he couldn’t answer, did you not think that was strange?

Yes, but...he would never have told me anyway. We didn’t talk like that.

Harry would have helped anyone in that situation Draco.

I know that now. So, why was him helping me that night different.

It is hard to explain so let me see if I can put this into words you can understand. I can’t tell
you everything because it is not my place but I will tell you what I can.

Ok.

What were you feeling and thinking as you lay on the ground with the werewolf inches from
your face?

Numb...and alive. That if this was the way it was going to end then I was glad that Harry was
there with me. I...was scared but...relieved in a sense that everything was going to be over soon.

Yes. Do you know what Harry was thinking?

Of course I don’t.

For a few seconds he was thinking the same thing. Why do you think the werewolves got that
close. He let them. He wanted to die. But...when you didn’t run...

Oh God! He...he knew they were there. That’s why he was so insistent that we stop to rest right
there. And here I thought he was weak. He wanted to die that night. Just like me.

Draco felt his heart clench and he grimaced at the pain. His eyes were getting that itchy feeling that
always occurs when you have cried and there are no more tears left. There was a weight on his chest
and he just wanted to cry and cry. When did he turn into such a crybaby?! Once again he wondered
at what his life would have been like if he had found out sooner exactly what kind of man his father
was.

Yes, just like you.

Then why did he fight? I don’t understand.

Because you wouldn’t run.

I...oh.

He wanted to die Draco. He needed to die and he had made up his mind that it was going to
be that night.

Why?

That is the part I can’t tell you. Only Harry can.

But you know?

Yes.

Him saving me started the bond?

No. But it did pave the way.

Then what started the bond?

Bonds don’t actually start...per se... they just are. One minute there are two individuals
standing there and then something clicks and a bond is started.

What was our one minute?

Are you sure you want to know?

No, I asked so that you wouldn’t tell me.

Prat.

When?

Officially, that night on the Tower. You felt it but you didn’t know what it was, remember?

Yes. I remember not ever wanting to let him go. When the others arrived I was so sure he would
pull away but he didn’t. It was...I don’t know what it was but having him in my arms was right. It
felt right.

That was when I showed up for you. I had been with Harry for a while. **laughter** He
thought he was going crazy talking to himself like we are now.

Remember the first time I realized you were not just a voice in my head?

Yeah, and before you ask I promise to never tell Harry that you scream like a girl. But I
think he already knows that.

And unofficially? Draco asked in an attempt to avoid any more embarrassment if ED continued to
talk about that incident. He was just glad he hadn’t run down the hall screaming about little green
men, too.

Unofficially...one week before that. He was coming down from the Tower and accidentally
listened in on your conversation with the greasy haired git.

I see.

He was very worried about you. He made a promise to himself and that was the last step to
be taken before we could act. Of course, your “feelings” earlier that night helped the
process.

Draco blushed at that. He clearly remembered how he had fought off the effects of multiple
cruciatus curses.

So...does that answer your question?

Ah, some but not really.

Then what else would you like to know?

Can you tell me why Harry rejected me?

Can I ask you a question, Draco?

Yes.

Why did you reject him?

I was scared he would reject me first.

So, don’t you think that Harry may have been just a little bit justified in his actions.

He might have been.

Then there is your answer. I did tell you that your decision made things harder then they
should have been.

I know.

You want him to let you make the choice.

Yes.

Harry needs that control, Draco.

I understand that now.

Good.

Will you leave once we ....bond?

**Laughter** No. I will always be here. You just won’t have as much need for me after you
bond.

After a few more minutes of silence Draco stirred and glanced around. He was tired. A nap sounded
good, then a talk with Pansy about things in Slytherin, then he would find Harry and hopefully get to
snog him senseless.

So, what now?

Now, you wait.

Wait? Why?

Quit whining. If you push him, he WILL run. Let him come to you. Just like last night in the
infirmary.

Oh.

He will come Draco.

Of course he will. *smugness abounded in his tone*

Ohhh...good one. Brat.

*evil chuckle* Ok, ok I will wait.

He walked back to the castle lost in thought. He still had that little blue book; maybe he could find
something in there that would give him a nickname for Harry. Yes, he would do that, he would find
something in that language that he was so fond of to call him. And the first chance he got he would
spring it on him.

His thoughts turned to Harry as he walked back to the castle. Hopefully he could get to his room
without running into anyone, he did not relish getting a detention if he just happened to hex
someone, he was in the mood to do damage to something though. Maybe he would come across
Bulstrode. He stopped as he was caught by a thought, seconds later a smiling Draco Malfoy made
his way to the dungeons.

I can still seduce him right?

*Laughter* By all means...seduce away.

~`*`~

Pansy groaned as she began to reach consciousness. The first thing she was aware of was the arms
around her holding her gently but possessively. The second thing she was aware of was the voice
speaking softly in her ear telling her that everything was going to be fine, that Harry had a plan.
Though Harry’s plans sometimes got him hurt they almost, almost always worked. The soft voice
promised to keep her safe and to always be there for her.

At her groan the voice stopped and the arms loosened. She opened her eyes to stare into the soft
brown eyes of the boy who was holding her so lovingly.

“Ron...” she whispered as she brought her hand up to hold his cheek.

“I...I’m sorry. I didn’t mean....I didn’t want to leave you.” He stammered.

“Sshh...its ok.” She whispered as she let her fingers map his face.

“Hermione went to the Headmaster. Neville ran out.” Ron knew he was babbling but her touch was
sending flames of desire racing along his taut frame so, babbling was really all that he could
manage. “Vin and Greg ran after him. I swear, something is going on with those three I just know
it.”

“Sshhh...” She whispered once again and placed her fingers over his lips to keep him from speaking.

“Er...” he managed before his face flared as red as his hair.

“Thank you.” Pansy whispered as her hand snaked around to the back of his head pulling him down
so that their lips could meet.

For a while the only sounds in the training room were the gasps and sighs as the two new lovers
learned each other’s needs and desires. They mapped each other mouths, necks, and faces to their
hearts content. They did not hear the door open so they did not see the head of Professor
McGonnagall peak in and then quickly leave, red faced. If they had they would not have cared
because they were to wrapped up in each other.

~`*`~

Snape somehow made it to his quarters though he did not remember the walk there. He had not even
had the time to school his features into their usual cold, sneering mask. The students would and so
would the point board as he had taken a massive 100 points by the time he had made it the short
walk to the dungeons. He had fixed himself a double scotch and sat in his favorite chair before the
door had had time to close properly.

What the hell was that? Why had she defended him? She should hate him; in fact, he had tried
everything he could think of to make sure that that was exactly what happened. He was a teacher
and she was a student. No matter how much he wanted her he would not do anything to jeopardize
his position at Hogwarts. It was all that he had.

If they all survived this marvelous plan that the Great Albus Dumbledore had maybe he would have
the chance to do something about his feelings. After she graduated of course. But he didn’t expect to
survive this time. Voldemort had it out for him and he knew his days were numbered. That was one
of the reasons he could sympathize with Harry’s plight. He understood the feeling of having your
days numbered.

He cursed as he finished his drink and got up to get another. He stopped and stared at the mirror not
liking what he saw. His hair was greasy, though he did wash it unlike the rumors floating around,
and he needed a haircut but had not had the time to perform the spell. His nose was thin but too long.
He had high cheekbones courtesy of his mother. His coal black eyes, normally cold and dead
looking, were glittering in his face with an emotion he did not want to acknowledge.

He didn’t want to think about this anymore so taking his drink he turned from the mirror and went
to his private lab. Working on the new potion for the Headmaster would take his mind off brown
hair, blue eyes, a sweet voice, and a young body. He groaned as a part of himself he was glad was
still alive stirred and made to make itself known.

Muttering the deflating charm that all wizards knew by the age of 15, he walked into the lab. No
sense it distracting him while he tried to work. He stamped down the part of him that was rejoicing
over the fact it still worked and quietly locked himself in the lab. He never let his mind dwell on the
fact that he had taken both the full glass and never empty decanter of scotch in with him.

~`*`~

Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, walked down its halls on his way from the Astronomy
Tower to his office, with a twinkle in his eye and a bright smile on his face.

That went well.

So it did.

How bad?

Dumbledore’s step did not falter but the twinkle dimmed and the smile faded.

About as I expected.

Which means it was bad.

Let’s just say that Mr. Potter can now apperate.

That bad.

Yes, that bad.

The silence stretched between the two as he reached his office but he knew that the other had not left
him. As he sat it spoke again.

You are tired.

Yes I am.

You will be home soon.

I know.

You are missed, The Other Half of Me.

I miss you too.

He felt the soft brush against his mind and he knew she was gone. By Merlin he missed her so!

For the first time in many years he thought about her and about the half life he was living since she
had gone. He would be with her soon, he knew, and he kept that thought in his heart before turning
to the papers on his desk.

Time for Part Two, he thought.

A little over an hour had passed before his work was interrupted by a voice calling from the fire.

“Redemus?” He answered with a smile.

“Ah Albus, and how are you this fine day?” The gruff man in the flames asked with a grin.

“Good...good.”

“I had an interesting patron just a while ago.” Fowl said getting straight to the point of his firecall.

“Oh?” The Headmaster asked in an innocent voice.

“Yes...he seemed a little confused.” Fowl said with an eyebrow raised in question. He didn’t miss
Albus’ smile widen at that.

“And did you help him?” Dumbledore questioned lightly.

“I think so.” He said but with a slight look of concern on his jovial face.

“And did he get a tattoo?”

“Yes.”

“And he picked?” Dumbledore asked softly.

“The Dragon.” Was the bland reply.

“Good and the color?”

“Silver with silver-blue eyes.”

“Even better. Now to get the other down there.” Dumbledore blandly said.

“There is another?” Fowl sounded surprised.

“Yes.”

“May I ask whom?” Fowl had a look of concern on his face that made the Headmaster glance
sharply at him.

“Why?” he queried.

“Because the twin has already been picked.” Redemus said blithely.

“Really....interesting. When?” Dumbledore said with a bright smile back on his face.

“About six months ago.”

“And the color?”

“Emerald green. Very striking and highly unusual but the young lad insisted.” Fowl said with a
chuckle.

“I see.” The Headmaster chuckled back. He could just imagine what exactly was said.

“Yes, he also added something to the ink, just like this one. I think you will be interested to know
they both added a quill.” Redemus said lightly with a Dumbledore like twinkle in his eye.

“Interesting.” Was the Headmaster’s only reply.

“What are you up to old friend?” Redemus questioned.

“Now Redemus, what makes you think I am up to something?” Dumbledore hedged with even more
twinkle in his eye.

“Cause you are breathing. And you want to know if the twin to the dragon has been taken.”
Redemus said bluntly.

“Yes, well, there is that.”

“So they are bonded?”

“Yes.”

“Let me guess ED?” Redemus questioned with a glint in his eye that could rival the Headmasters.

“I think so.”

“Explains the tattoos. This outa be interesting.”

“Yes, it should.” The Headmaster replied, his mouth quirking into a big smile.

“This...patron...is sitting outside my door talking to himself. Anyone in particular you want to tell?”

“He is...is he?” The Headmaster asked in a deceptively innocent tone.

“You know very well that he is.” Fowl said dryly.

“I shall send someone to collect Mr. Potter momentarily.”

“In other words he has to stew in his own juices.” He said bluntly not covering up the fact he didn’t
agree.

“I just love the way you have with words my dear Redemus.” was said lightly.

“You, Albus Dumbledore, are a very mean old man.”

“So I am. So I am.”

“Hold on...” Fowl stated as a loud crash and cursing was heard somewhere close.

“He’s getting up. Albus...I think you had better get someone down here now. There is something
wrong with him.” Came Fowl’s frantic voice through the fire.

“I’ll be right there!” Dumbledore jumped up and wrote something on a piece of paper walked to
Fawke’s pedestal. “Bring Sirius, Remus, Severus, Pomfrey, and The Eight,” he paused to
reconsider, “excepting Mr. Malfoy to the training room.” He told the majestic bird before he whirled
in a classic Snape move and moved into the fireplace shouting Fowl’s Place and quickly disappeared
in a flash of purple light.

~`*`~

Oh God! How stupid could she have been?

She wished, sometimes, that there was a way to separate yourself from the stupid acts that you were
bound to commit in this wonderful growing up process. Yes, she wished she could do that. If she
could do that then maybe she wouldn’t embarrass herself so much. And so well too. She could just
stay in her bed and if things got too bad she could just cover herself up with a blanket. Talking about
biting off more than you can handle, she was well past the knee and working on the thigh region
now.

But she couldn’t help herself. The second that she saw Sirius draw his wand she was up and standing
in front of him. Hermione could feel something rise in her chest as she stared down a man she
considered a friend but would have hexed right then and there if he hadn’t of backed down.

She had never felt this way, not even with Ron and she had surprised herself with the fierceness of
her feelings. She practically ran to her room and she had barely made it before the panic set in and
she started to shake. Everything she had been working towards for the last month was just blown out
of the water. Hermione dreaded what he was going to say the next time they met.

She could just hear his silky, cold voice, “Ms. Granger, I would expect those kinds of theatrics from
someone on the stage, not a know-it-all young girl who does not know when to stay out of adult
conversations.” He would raise one of his black eyebrows and look down his patrician nose at her
with his eyes glittering with malice.

And every childhood fear she had ever had would come crashing down on her and she would
crumble with embarrassment. Gone would be the intelligent, confident witch that she portrayed
herself to be. With one sentence from him she would be that same eleven-year-old muggle born
witch that had more to prove than even she knew.

Hermione moaned again as she got her shaking body on her bed and covered herself up with the
blanket her great grandmother had knitted over 60 years ago, she laid down to sleep. Maybe she
could just stay here for the next- oh- ten years. Sometimes she wished she could just separate herself
from everything. That was the last thought she had before she fell into an uneasy sleep.

~`*`~

Neville ran across the grounds towards Number Three Greenhouse desperately trying to outrun the
two he could hear following him. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

He ran into the Greenhouse and rounded the table with the Blood Orchids on it when he heard the
door behind him slam open. He didn’t stop to see who it was but kept running. If he could make it to
the shed he could lock himself in and they would have to leave sooner or later.

He came to the door between the Greenhouses and as he opened it an arm came from behind him
and slammed the door closed. His breathing harsh he stood there refusing to turn around. He could
hear similar breathing from behind him and the arm was still there holding the door closed.

“What...what the hell was that!” Vin ground out between gasps for air.

Neville felt his face flame as he heard the accusation in the other boys voice. He was surprised when
he heard Greg answer from right behind him. So, it was him that had stopped him.

“Vin, I need to talk to Neville. Can you wait for us outside?” Greg asked quietly still not moving
from directly behind Neville and he could feel the heat from the body behind him. Neville refused to
look around, though he had his breathing under control, he could not stop his shaking body. He
stood stiffly staring at the hand that had his escape blocked.

“No, I bloody well won’t!” Vin yelled out. “What is going on here?”

“Nothing.” Neville muttered softly still keeping his back to the other two.

“Vin...” Greg said irritably.

Neville stepped away from the heat of Greg’s body still not looking at either boy. He kept his head
down as he slowly put distance between him and the two Slytherins. “I...I.” He stammered not really
sure what to say.

“What is going on?” Vin asked again in a quiet voice.

Neville felt a shot of fury lace down his spine and he threw a look filled with spite at the boy who
had claim on the one thing that he wanted.

“I said nothing.” Neville said his voice hard and cold and so unlike the normal easygoing tone that
both boys flinched, “I’ll be leaving you now.”

He turned to walk away but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. He swirled around and glared at
the boy who had stopped him. He drew himself up sharply and jerked his shoulder and watched
dispassionately as the other boy let his hand fall to his side.

“Neville?” Greg asked with a concerned look on his face.

Neville shook his head once and glanced again at Vin. He shifted his attention back to the boy he
only wanted to hold and smiled sadly at him. He stepped back again not noticing how close he was
to the table with the Blood Orchids on it. Greg stepped forward to stop him from running and
Neville, with a frightened look between the two, turned to run from them again. As he turned his
hand was flung out and the tips of his fingers brushed one of the petals of the Blood Orchid on the
table. He screamed in pain as the Blood Orchid latched onto his finger and started to leech the blood
from him.

As he fell to his knees from the pain he vaguely heard Vin and Greg yelling at each other. The pain
stopped suddenly and Neville faintly heard a crash. Before he fell unconsciousness he saw the
smashed pot in front of him and he felt the arms fold around him and gently lowered him to the
floor. He heard the soft voice of Greg in his ear tell him he would be ok and heard him say
something sharp to the other boy.

“...I told you I would tell you what was going on but not until I talk to Neville.” Greg said sharply.

“What do you need to talk to him about?” Vin demanded.

“Just things.” Was the sharp reply. Neville had regained conscious minutes before but had not let
either of them know it.

“So, that’s how it is?” Vin asked in a defeated tone after minutes of tense silence.

“No, it’s not.” Greg said softly, “But...”

“But it could be?” Neville flinched at the bitter desperation he heard in Vin’s voice. All this because
of him, Neville thought, he could not do this to them. No matter how much he wanted Greg, Neville
would never ever come between the two. It just wasn’t the softhearted Gryffindors style.

“I...” Greg hedged.

“No it couldn’t.” Neville said softly as he stood. The two boys turned to face him and Neville smiled
sadly at them once again. He stared at them both for a few tense moments before he shook his head
and walked out of the Greenhouse. He didn’t look back.

~`*`~

Fawkes delivered the summons to each of the ones the Headmaster had asked him too but did not go
back to his perch in the Headmaster’s office. Instead, the phoenix found itself strangely drawn to the
Slytherin dormitories where he found the one of the Eight that he had been told not to summon.

He found the blonde youth sitting on his bed staring at a blue book and muttering to himself. He
flew to sit next to him and watched as he searched for something to call his mate.

~`*`~

Harry floated back to consciousness, he seemed to be finding himself in the blackness more and
more, and he briefly wondered if he was getting used to it and if he was, was it a good thing? He felt
strange and he was not sure why he was sitting in an alleyway talking to himself. Seconds later he
remembered. He stood up bracing himself against the stone wall trying to steady himself. Oh God!
What had he done? He remembered the last look he had had of his soul mate. He remembered the
fear and worry in his eyes. And he had put it there. He, Harry Potter, was the most stupid person on
the face of this planet.

“Shit!” He cried out as he turned to punch the wall behind him. He was so angry. He was furious.
He hit the wall again and he felt something snap. It was the same hand he had hurt earlier. The pain
helped to clear the last of the cobwebs from his mind and he stood there staring at the blood flowing
down the wall where he had hit it. He was so unbelievingly stupid!

“You do realize that the wall can’t hit back don’t you, Mr. Potter?” The gruff voice came from his
left and Harry whirled to face the one who had spoken, his wand in his injured hand and pointed
directly at the mans nose.

“I see that the mask has slipped.” Fowl said bluntly watching Harry warily.

“What did you do to me?” Harry demanded.

“I did nothing Mr. Potter.” Redemus Fowl said coolly.

“You did.” He ground out. “Make it stop!” He pleaded seconds later.

Redemus Fowl shook his head sadly. “I’m sorry son, I can’t. Only you can.”

“I can’t do this!” Harry cried out in denial. The wand he still had pointed at the other man was
shaking now.

“Harry!” Professor Dumbledore cried out as he ran out from inside the tattoo parlor. “Put your
wand down.” The Headmaster approached slowly.

“Put it back, Albus! Put it back.” Harry pleaded with him, desperation in his voice and tears on his
face.

“Put what back Harry?” Dumbledore asked.

But Harry was unable to answer as he fell face first, unconscious into the waiting arms of the
Headmaster. He turned to stare at Redemus, an eyebrow raised in question.

“What did he say?” Dumbledore asked weakly as he held the unconscious boy in his arms.

Redemus smiled sadly at the young man in the Headmaster’s arms and shook his head at the
question. “He let the mask slip Albus. That’s all.”

“I see.” Dumbledore smiled once again and gathered Harry into his arms he walked into shop. He
flooed back to Hogwarts, Redemus right behind him, and putting a mobilcorpus charm on Harry
took him to the training room to meet with the others.

~`*`~

Draco found what he was looking for, it was perfect! He smiled as Fawkes trilled out his agreement
of the name that he had picked to call Harry.

“Mo chroí...” Draco whispered as he thought about his Harry. Everything that he and ED had talked
about earlier ran through Draco’s mind. He was willing to accept everything now and be damned
with his Malfoy training, besides he could put it to better use than what his father had planned for
him. ED was right, Harry was worth it, and Draco made a vow to himself right then and there that
he would make sure Harry knew that everyday.

“Damn. I’m getting sappy!” Draco muttered to himself but laughed when the phoenix nodded his
head in agreement.

He stood up determined to go find Pansy and have that talk with her. He left his room and headed
for the training room where he suspected she and the others would be. The phoenix watched him
leave not attempting to stop him. Giving one shake of its head and soft trill he left the dungeons to
head to the Headmaster’s office. It was time for a little phoenix nap.

~`*`~

Dumbledore opened the door to the training room and maneuvered Harry inside. He had barely
enough time to transfigure a chair into a couch before he was pushed aside by Harry’s frantic
friends. He did have enough time, however, to feel the tension in the room and to take note of who
was not looking at whom. The twinkle came back in his eyes for the first time in minutes. He did
love it, besides, what was a little tension between “friends”.

“What’s wrong with him?” Hermione demanded.

“Is he hurt?” Ron snapped.

Neville said nothing he just took his wand out and started checking Harry over. He stiffened when
he saw Greg approach but said nothing when the other boy also pulled out his wand to run it over
Harry. He shuddered and stepped back not once looking at the other boy. He could feel two sets of
eyes staring into him but he kept his face lowered.

“He is fine.” Professor Dumbledore stated calmly. “He just fainted.”

“Potter fainted!” Snape said disbelievingly.

“I didn’t do it!” Vin muttered to no one in particular. Neville grunted but said nothing and Greg
turned to whisper softly with Madam Pomfrey about Harry’s condition.

“What happened t...” Pansy started to ask but was interrupted when Remus and Sirius came running
into the room. They stopped when they saw Harry lying on the couch.

“Harry!” Sirius cried out and rushed to his Godson’s side, Remus right there beside him.

...to him?” Pansy finished her question to the Headmaster. She felt Ron wrap his strong arms around
her and she settled herself back into his embrace, totally ignoring the knowing eyes of the others in
the room. She could see out of the corner of her eye Ron’s face grow red but she smiled softly when
all he did was pull her closer.

They all fell silent when, seconds later thanks to a muttered enervate from Remus, Harry groaned
and his eyes snapped open. “Shit!” He breathed as he struggled to sit up. He took in the worried
faces around him and flinched.

“What did I do now?” He asked fearfully but with a slight smile on his lips.

“You fainted Potter.” Snape said gleefully before anyone else could say anything. Hermione turned
to glare at him but no one said anything else. Before Snape could look at her she turned so that she
could not see him. She could feel her face redden and could not help the quickening in her chest.

“I did?” Harry asked with a furrowed brow. He didn’t remember fainting.

“Harry what is the last thing that you do remember?” Dumbledore asked.

“Walking from the shop.” Harry said faintly.

“I see.” Dumbledore grinned.

“Er, guys?” He said when his friends all crowded around him firing questions at him so fast it made
his head spin. They all stepped back from him after he refused to answer and he smiled at them
gratefully. Ron threw a look at Hermione who turned to look at Pansy and the young Slytherin just
shrugged her shoulders.

“Harry?” Ron whispered.

Harry turned to him, “Yes, Ron?”

“You ok mate?”

“Never better.” Harry admitted and then grinned at Ron. Pansy felt him shudder. They had all
wanted to see Harry smile again but this...this was wrong somehow. No one said anything though
just looked at each other in confusion.

Sirius hugged Harry again and whispered something in his ear. Harry nodded slowly shooting a look
at Remus before he nodded quickly one more time. Sirius stepped back from him and took Remus
aside. Seconds later the two remaining Marauders had their heads together whispering quickly and
shooting occasional looks at Harry.

Harry shrugged and stood up. He was back at Hogwarts and safe so he pushed all thoughts of why
he could have fainted from his head, he really didn’t care for some reason. He grinned at his friends,
not knowing of the Dumbledore like twinkle in his eyes, and then turned to the Headmaster. He
missed the confused look that they sent each other. They could all see that something was off with
Harry but they were so glad to see him smiling that they didn’t want to ruin the moment by saying
something. This new Harry was actually starting to scare them. It was great that he seemed more
open, like the old Harry, but it did seem somewhat forced as well. Harry either did not see the
concerned looks sent his way or he was good at ignoring them.

“Did I miss lunch?” Harry asked as his stomach growled loudly.

No one had a chance to answer because at that moment the door opened and a boy walked in. Harry
drew in a sharp breath as the most beautiful man he had ever seen in his life stepped through the
door into the training room. He took a small step towards the boy before the tense silence caught his
attention. He glanced at everyone and saw that they were all looking at him warily. He frowned at
them but when no one said anything he turned his attention back to the Adonis in front of him. He
wondered what that was all about but the silver haired boy drew his attention once again when he
sighed and ran a hand through his blonde hair.

Harry?

Yes?

What are you doing?

Nothing.

What is wrong with you?

Not a thing. Finally, not a thing.

Harry, you’re scaring me.

Sorry.

What are you planning, my boy?

Sit back and see, ED.

Harry...

Hush...it’ll be ok.

Harry smiled and knew that he had to say something, so, he stepped forward and licking his dry lips
held out his hand to the other boy. He really was an amazingly beautiful man and Harry just had to
go to him. He felt drawn to him. He ignored the strange look on the other boy’s face as he slowly
walked up to him. He stared into the silver-blue eyes of the other boy and his heart clenched at the
desolation he saw there, desolation he wanted to remove.

“Hi,” he said softly with a faint blush on his cheeks, “I’m Harry. And you are?”

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Notes: No, the part with Cho was not a dream sequence. Harry really did that to her. And I just do
not see my Harry killing unless absolutely necessary so he just erased her memories. I know some of
you have cough**requested**cough that I just “get on with it” between Harry and Draco. And I
will. I gave you something. **GRIN**

And for those of you that haven’t guessed it yet, THE ACCIDENT WILL BE IN THE NEXT
CHAPTER. BOWS thank you very much!

I know that there was a massive amount of talk between Draco and ED, I did it that way to explain
some things. I do hope everyone was able to follow it ok.

***mo chroí means my heart***

Hope you enjoyed!

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