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So Far Away
By: Gwen
Rating: NC17 overall
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warning: AU/Slash/Drama/Angst/Romance
Betas: Tracy & Dorothy
Feedback: Much appreciated
Disclaimer: The "boys" belong to JKR. I just borrow them on occasion. No money is being made from this little adventure.

Summary: Interesting things can happen when you're away from everyone and everything you know.

Chapter 31 � An Unexpected Visitor

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True to Draco�s threat, or promise, depending on how Harry looked at it, they christened every room in Malfoy Manor over the next five days; the exceptions being Narcissa�s set of rooms and the dungeon. Harry had adamantly refused to disrespect her private sanctuary that way, even going so far as forcing himself to walk away from a completely naked Draco standing in the center of his mother�s room. After a very heated discussion on the rules of exactly what the word �private� meant, Draco, who, of course, did not care one fig about it unless it was his own, began to understand where Harry was coming from. He knew that he would not want anyone invading his personal space, so he let it go.

To reward his lover for finally seeing something his way, the raven-haired wizard shagged him senseless against the outer wall of Narcissa�s room. At least that way they could claim, albeit in some obscure way, that they did christen her room as well. The wall was a part of her room as much as it was the hallway, so it worked for them.

The dungeon was the one other place that they did not dare to venture as Draco said that it contained too many horrible memories for him. He had never been mistreated there; the only reprieve he received was his father�s scorn when he did not follow in Lucius�s footsteps and pledge himself to Voldemort before the final war. However, Draco remembered the dungeons as the Dark Lord�s playground - the place where others were brought to be tortured, and eventually killed. If Draco was residing at the Manor during the summers and holidays, Lucius expected him to attend any and all functions held in honor of Lord Voldemort. The young wizard had witnessed many horrendous, despicable things that went on there and more times than not wished he could cast a memory charm on himself to erase what he had seen. Harry had readily agreed with Draco that they would leave that area untouched. There were plenty of other places to play in.

Besides Draco�s bedroom, the study was their favorite place, or more specifically, the window next to the Christmas tree � the place that Harry had confessed his love to Draco. Draco had tossed several pillows onto the floor and had taken his Gryffindor tenderly, lovingly, watching the way the fairy lights reflected off of the thin layer of sheen that covered the lithe body beneath his. Harry, in turn, had forgone the niceties and had taken Draco against the wall, his hands braced on each side of the long window, forehead pressed against the cold glass.

But today, their last full day together, found them lounging on the couch, Harry leaning back against Draco�s chest as long pale fingers thread through inky-black locks. Each sipped on a mug of hot cocoa, enjoying what was left of their time together; watching as the snowflakes danced outside, swirling and dipping, finally landing with its partners.

"We have one more day here, Harry. Have anything you want to do before we go back?" Draco asked before taking a sip of the chocolate concoction, savoring the flavor that played on his tongue.

Harry�s right shoulder lifted a fraction. "I don�t know. I think we�ve done everything there is to do around here. You took me flying and showed me your home; we managed to accomplish your goal of shagging in each and every room that we agreed on, some more than once," he teased as he remembered their forays to the kitchen for late-night snacks. He really hoped the house-elves never figured out why the chocolate syrup and honey kept disappearing. "We�ve spent the majority of time in various stages of dress, undressed mostly, and you�ve snogged the hell out of me every time we go somewhere. Care to clue me in about that last part?" Harry asked as he turned himself so that he was looking at Draco.

Draco grinned and Harry had a feeling he was not going to like the answer to the question. He was quite surprised when Draco looked up, Harry doing the same to find a magical sprig of mistletoe hovering above them.

"I charmed it to follow you wherever you, or we, went, hence the kiss in each hallway and room we entered," Draco explained.

Harry�s eyes slid back to Draco�s, a smile playing on his own lips. "Why am I not surprised?"

"I�m not sure because, after all, I�m a Slytherin and prone to do sneaky things every now and then," Draco stated.

The dark-haired wizard leaned forward and placed a kiss on his lover�s lips. "Actually, Draco, I think it�s sweet you did that."

"Sweet? You make me sound like some love-sick fool!" he exclaimed.

Harry sat his mug of cocoa on the low table and did the same with Draco�s, but only after prying it out of his boyfriend�s grip. With the threat of being burned removed, he pulled the pale frame further down on the couch, laying his body atop Draco�s.

Emerald eyes danced with laughter. "Oh but you are, Draco," Harry said as he brushed blonde wisps of hair away from his lover�s face, his fingers lingering in the soft strands. "You�re just not man enough to admit it."

"And you are?" the Slytherin queried.

"I�d shout it from the highest turret of Hogwarts if that�s what you want. I�m not ashamed of us, Draco. Never think that," Harry clarified.

"I�m not ashamed of us either," the blonde answered, reaching up and caressing the lightening bolt shaped scar with his thumb. "It�s just the way you said it. �I think it�s sweet�," he said in a falsetto voice.

"You�re so cute when you do that," Harry teased.

"AARRGGHH!" Draco yelled. "Merlin save me from idiotic Gryffindors! Would you just stop it with all of the girly sentiments? If you haven�t noticed, Potter, I am most definitely NOT a girl," he stated.

Harry grinned. "Not a girl you say," he stated as his hand moved between them and slowly unbuttoned the shirt that Draco was wearing, pushing the fabric aside, his hands lightly brushing over the expanse of skin he found. "Hmm, curious. No breasts, but then again, lots of skinny girls are flat-chested," he commented as his long fingers played over Draco�s chest.

"And just how would you know that?" Draco asked, one blonde eyebrow quirked upwards.

Harry shook his head. "I�ve got eyes, Draco. I still look."

Draco�s silver eyes grew wide. "Remind me to punish you for that later."

"If it�s a spanking then I�m all for it," Harry teased as he continued his assessment, his fingers moving lower. "You have a nice set of abs, although that doesn�t necessarily mean anything other than the fact you work out." His index finger teased Draco�s navel. "Do you know how sexy your navel is? How perfect it is for me to fuck with my tongue?" he asked as he bent his head, dark hair falling forward, brushing against Draco�s paleness, and kissed the skin surrounding the indention, his tongue delving into it, teasing it and earning a quiet moan from his lover for his efforts.

"But now we get to something a bit different," he said as he nipped at the fine trail of hair that disappeared into the jeans that Draco was wearing. "None of the girls I�ve been with had this. If they did, it would have been enough to put me off right quick," he teased. "Wonder what I�ll find at the end of the trail. A treasure perhaps?" he asked as he unbuttoned the jeans and then slowly lowered the zipper, his mouth watering as the pale column of flesh lay against Draco�s stomach. Harry�s gaze traveled back up to Draco�s face to find silver eyes darkened with lust. "Treasure indeed," Harry breathed against the heated flesh before licking a wide stripe from base to tip.

Draco�s left hand was thrown over the back of the couch, the leather cushion crushed in a vice-like grip while his right hand had worked its way into Harry�s raven locks. He tried desperately to control the urge to buck his hips upwards, to bury his length in the warm, wet cavern that was Harry�s mouth, but he held back, letting Harry have his playtime. It would be worth the wait, Draco was sure of that fact. It always was.

It took Harry less than a minute to do away with Draco�s jeans and shirt as well as his own, leaving both of them in their favorite stage of undress � completely, bare-arsed naked. The Gryffindor slid back onto the couch and took up where he had left off before their brief intermission. Taking the column of flesh into his mouth, he loved his partner with fingers, lips, tongue and every-so-often, teeth. When Harry had pushed Draco to the brink and held him there for several minutes, he finally gave into his own needs. He crawled up the writhing body and with a whispered spell, slid into his lover.

"Oh Merlin, you feel good," Harry breathed against Draco�s neck as he started to move, his hips thrusting slowly as if he had all day to do nothing but make love to Draco. Which he did, he reminded himself. They had taken advantage of their isolation and put their time together to good use, shagging whenever and wherever the inclination hit them, which was quite often. What else were two hormonal teenagers to do in a huge house alone?

Harry leaned back and drew Draco�s left leg up, propping it on the back of the couch, opening his lover to him even more. As he was doing this, he caught a movement in his peripheral vision and froze. His heart literally slammed into his rib cage as he realized who was standing in the doorway, a look of absolute horror on his face.

Draco noticed the shocked expression on Harry�s face. "Harry? What�s wrong?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

Green eyes never left the intruder. "I � I think you have a visitor," Harry said as he slowly moved back, sitting on his heels, fear thundering through his veins.

Draco struggled to sit up. "What are you on about? A visitor? Nobody knows we�re here," he said as he finally raised himself enough to look over the back of the couch. "Oh shite," he said, his flushed body quickly turning pale as he braced himself for the maelstrom that was sure to come.

Cold, black eyes took in every detail of the scene before him, the first being who was there with Draco. If he hadn�t seen it with his own eyes, he would not have believed it. Not that seeing it was something he ever wanted to repeat, but Merlin help them all! Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter? Together? Had Hell frozen over and he missed hearing about it? Because he was sure that the only way those two would ever be together meant that either the world was coming to an end or Hell had indeed frozen over. Maybe a new Dark Overlord was gathering his forces at this very moment.

After an extremely uncomfortable minute, the Professor finally found his voice. "Draco, I�d like a word with you � in the sitting room, if you please," he stated coldly before turning, his black robes billowing as he left the study.

The two wizards looked at each other and knew that they were in trouble. Harry�s head dropped to the back of the couch. "Why, of all wizards, did it have to be Snape who came by for a visit?" he lamented.

Draco rolled off of the couch and gathered his clothes, quickly dressing. "Never mind that. How did he know we were here?" he asked as he buttoned his shirt.

Harry shook his head. "I don�t know. Oh fuck, this can�t be good," he said as he too started to dress.

"Stay here and I�ll see what I can do," Draco offered. "After all, I�ve had years of practice dealing with him."

"No way, Draco. We�re in this together. I won�t let you take the blame for everything," Harry said as he pulled the t-shirt over his head.

Grey eyes met green as Draco attempted to smile. "Who said I was going to take the blame? I�m a Slytherin, Harry, which means I�ll do whatever it takes to get out of this," he teased.

"Which means blaming me then," Harry surmised.

Draco made his way around the couch to take his boyfriend in his arms. "No love, not this time. I�m fairly sure he�ll try to do that, but I won�t have it," he said as he pressed a quick kiss to Harry�s lips.

Harry relaxed against Draco. "Too bad we can�t just disappear."

"He�d come and find us. Better to get this over with here instead of somewhere else," Draco said as he took Harry�s hand in his. "Ready?"

"No," Harry admitted. "But the sooner we get this over with the sooner we can get back to our previous activity," he offered.

"Oh Merlin, Harry, you were driving me crazy," Draco said with a grin.

"That�s my job, to drive the great Draco Malfoy crazy," he said as he stole one last kiss.

"BOYS!" they heard echoing down the marbled hallway.

The two looked at each other and took a deep breath. "Here goes nothing," Draco said as he led them down the hallway to where Professor Snape was awaiting their arrival.

When they entered the sitting room, they found their Potions Master looking out over the grounds, hands clasped behind his back.

"I don�t recall extending an invitation for Mr. Potter to join us, Draco," he stated.

"He�s a part of this, Professor. I think he has the right to be here," Draco replied.

The older wizard turned and pinned his students with an icy stare. "First of all, neither of you should be here. According to your missives to the Headmaster, you two are supposed to be spending the holiday in America with your friends. What, pray tell, are you doing here? Besides the obvious?" he asked as he looked pointedly at their joined hands.

"That�s not quite correct, Professor," Draco stated. "I did inform the Headmaster that I was planning to come home for a few days during our break. I just didn�t say which days those were."

"Fine, Draco. But that does not explain why Potter is here with you," he spat.

"I invited him and he accepted."

Black eyes turned to Harry. "Why wasn�t that information relayed to the Headmaster, Potter?"

Instead of quaking under the poisonous stare, Harry stood his ground. "Because we didn�t want anyone interrupting our time together."

"And yet here I am," the Professor stated.

"Only because the Headmaster sent you, I�m sure," Draco commented. "Tell me, did you just decide, out of the blue, to drop by Malfoy Manor, not knowing if someone would be here or not?"

Snape�s eyes turned to slits as he glared at the young wizards. "If you must know, Draco, the Headmaster asked that I drop by to check on things."

"Which means that he knew we were here," Draco said.

"He knew that YOU were here, Draco," Snape clarified.

"I have a feeling he knew that Harry was here too," the blonde concluded.

"I agree with Draco on that point. There�s always a reason behind the things he does, whether anyone other than himself understands them or not," Harry agreed. "By him sending you here, he�ll have the answer I�m sure he�s been searching for."

"And that would be?" Snape asked.

Harry pulled Draco closer and wrapped an arm around his waist. "To see if his plan worked. To see if we finally put our past behind us," Harry clarified.

"What you found upon your unannounced arrival should give him his answer," Draco stated, his eyes never leaving the Professor's. "Harry and I are together, and have been for a couple of months now. I�m sure he�ll be pleased with the results of his manipulation."

"Be careful of what you say about the Headmaster, Draco," Snape warned.

"I will do no such thing. First of all, this is my home so I will say whatever I feel. And right now, I feel, as does Harry, that he put us together in the exchange program for a reason. It might have been for us to see who the other is deep down inside, which we did. But things changed. I�m not sure if he intended for it to go as far as it has, but I will say that I am not upset with the results of his manipulation, experiment, or whatever it was," Draco confessed. "Harry and I are happy together. And if it took the Headmaster�s meddling for us to finally find ourselves, then, by all means, give him our best regards when you get back to Hogwarts, because it worked."

The Professor had not moved from his place, standing as still as a statue. "Draco, I never expected you, of all people, to take up with the likes of him," he said. "Your father would never approve of this � whatever it is that you have with this boy. And your mother. What would she say if she knew you were carrying on in her home with no supervision?"

Draco stepped forward, putting himself between Harry and the Professor. "First of all, this �boy� you have so casually dismissed for six years has a name. Harry Potter, if you�ve forgotten."

"Watch your cheek, Draco. I am an adult and I demand your respect," Snape spat.

"You come into my home, uninvited and unannounced, and proceed to tell me what I can and cannot do, including giving you respect," Draco started. "I think not."

Harry gently touched Draco�s arm. "Draco, it�s fine. Let him say what he wants and then he can leave."

"Not yet Harry," Draco said, never taking his eyes off of the elder Slytherin. "Also, the day my father died was the day that Malfoy Manor became mine, not my mother�s. So do not presume to tell me who I can and cannot invite into MY home, Professor."

Severus was taken aback with the sincerity of Draco�s defense of the other boy. Draco was right in saying that Dumbledore always had a hidden agenda for everything he did, and the Professor had a sinking feeling this was exactly what the wily Headmaster had planned all along. He just wished that the old wizard had clued him in to his plans and not sent him here unprepared. Finding his favorite student and � Potter � in the middle of � he shivered � that was more than he should have been exposed to without at least a mention of what he could have expected. He would deal with Albus when he returned to the school.

Snape looked down his hooked nose. "Well, it seems that I have no further reason to be here. I�ll inform the Headmaster of the � developments between the two of you. May I inquire as to how long you plan to remain here?" he asked.

"No you may not. But you CAN inform the Headmaster that we will be port-keying back to America tomorrow and have plans to spend the remainder of our holiday in California with my roommate�s family," Draco concluded. "And that also includes Harry."

"I see," Snape finished. "Well, I shall see the two of you at the end of term when you return," he said as he moved past the boys to the fireplace.

"Professor?" Harry asked, causing the man to halt his progress, but he did not turn. "I know this was a shock, coming here and finding us like that, but I just want you to know that we are happy, being together like we are. If you would please tell the Headmaster that from me I would appreciate it. His efforts were not wasted."

Of all the things that Potter could have said, these never entered into the Potions Master�s mind. He genuinely sounded sincere about his feelings towards Draco. Today was a landmark of firsts for Professor Snape. Might as well go out with a bang, he thought to himself. Taking a chance, he slowly turned to find Draco wrapped in what he assumed was a loving embrace. The identical look in his student�s eyes was not lost on the elder man.

"Is this what you want, Draco?" he asked.

The young Slytherin nodded. "More than anything. Professor, I have finally found someone who knows the real me. Not Malfoy, but Draco; not the overbearing, snobbish prat that I had to be while at Hogwarts, when my father was alive, but the person I have been all along, the person I was hiding. Last summer I learned more about myself than I really wanted to know and at the beginning of the school year, I had decided to put aside my differences with Harry. Easier said than done, believe me. But when we arrived at Hamilton, I realized that nobody there knew me, other than Harry. So I decided to try again. This time it was much easier because there were no preconceived notions of who Malfoy was. It wasn�t easy at first, but I did it, with Harry�s help as well as our roommate�s."

Again, Snape was stunned by Draco�s passionate admissions. Apparently his star pupil had grown up while he was away from Hogwarts, had finally become the man Severus knew was there, waiting to be found. He felt pride bloom within him and not for the first time, wished that Lucius had not treated the young man so badly while he was alive. It would have been a pleasure getting to know this Draco, the one who was standing up for his personal convictions, not what his Death Eater father had drilled into him since birth. There was still the issue of his choice of � partners � that Severus would have to contend with, but for now, he was pleased with the knowledge that Draco appeared happy, something the Professor had never really seen before.

"Very well. I shall inform the Headmaster that the two of you are happy with the way things have progressed," he said. "Now, if you�ll excuse me, I need to get back to the school where I�m sure a certain Headmaster is waiting for my report, minus, a few certain details," he said as he alluded to what he found upon his arrival.

Harry laughed. "I have a feeling he already knows about that. He has a knack for finding out about things whether you want him to or not."

"I really couldn�t say," the Professor stated. "I must be off," he said as he walked the short distance to the fireplace and taking a pinch of floo-powder from the dish on the mantle, stepped inside. "Good day, gentlemen," he said before dropping the powder and calling out "Hogwarts Headmaster�s office". With a flash he was gone, leaving the two young wizards alone again.

"Tell me, did that just really happen?" Draco asked as he stared at the now empty fireplace. "Did Professor Snape just come into my home uninvited?"

Harry moved to one of the velvet-covered chairs and sat down, holding his head in his hands. "This is not good, Draco," he said as he scrubbed his hands over his face before looking up at the blonde. "What are we going to do if he brings Dumbledore back and they kick us out of here?"

Draco reached down and grabbed Harry�s hands, pulling him up and into his embrace. "We�ll be fine, Harry. This is my home and you are an invited guest. They�re not going to kick anyone out. Granted, we probably shouldn�t have kept your visit a secret from Dumbledore, but what�s done is done. And we�re leaving tomorrow anyway. What would be the point in making us leave now?"

"I don�t know. For some reason I wouldn�t put it past Snape to try it," Harry stated.

Draco turned towards the fireplace and with a spell, closed their connection to the floo-network.

"Better?"

The raven-haired wizard nodded and then buried his face into Draco�s neck. "You should have seen the look on his face when he realized who I was, and what we were doing. I thought for sure he was going to throw a few curses my way but I think he was in shock."

Draco nodded. "You�re probably right. And I have a sneaky suspicion that the Headmaster knew exactly what he was doing when he sent him here. He wanted to know if his plan to get us to be friends worked and now he�ll have his answer. So, enough of this. We only have what�s left of today and tonight to enjoy our time here, so what do you say about flying for a little while? I�ll let you ride my broom," the blonde teased.

Harry tightened his hold on the other wizard. "I don�t know how you do it, Draco. One minute your home is being invaded by an unwelcome guest, Snape, no less, and now you�re talking about shagging."

Draco laughed. "I don�t recall the subject of shagging coming up. I offered to let you ride my broom. YOU�RE the one who twisted that into something sexual, which leads me to believe that you were thinking of it."

"And you weren�t?" Harry teased as he pulled away to look into the blonde�s face.

"I never said that. So do you want to go flying or not?" Draco asked again.

"Sure, but only if you�ll warm me up afterwards."

"Deal," Draco offered as he pulled his Gryffindor from the sitting room and up the stairs to his rooms so they could change into warmer clothes for their outing.

An hour later found two sated wizards sprawled across the huge four-poster bed, all thoughts of flying forgotten. They could do that anytime they wanted. But their time alone together was something that was quickly coming to an end and they had no idea if or when they might get another chance at the peace and solitude that their visit to Malfoy Manor provided.

They loved each other well into the night, and it was only when the sun was rising the following morning did they finally allow themselves to sleep.

TBC
A/N: Thank you my twinling for the use of your magical mistletoe!

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