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The whole story	By : Riahana Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 42620 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Authors Note~ I should have said something earlier, but completely forgot so I would like to mention it here after being reminded by a reviewer. I have read a lot of fanfiction and in the story that I am writing I have tried to come up with my own ideas or perspective to certain scenes and or plot. If something looks familiar to another story it wasn’t my intention to copy someone else’s idea (there have been whole scenes that I have deleted after I realized where I got the idea from), but it was something that I have read and got stuck in my brain not even realizing that I have used it. Please don’t take offence, but take it as a compliment that it stood out enough for me to subconsciously remember it.

Authors Note 2~Thank you for the reviews Goldpen and She_who_waits_in_darkness, I love reading them and the feedback is wonderful. Enjoy :)

Disclaimer~ The Prologue has the full disclaimer. Also any readers that are lost, read the Authors Note at the beginning of the Prologue; it will help make things clear.

Chapter 32

September 8^th one week after the start of term

Albus Dumbledore sat back in his office, his spy having moments before. What looked so promising just a short three weeks ago now was looking detestable. Harry was no closer to trusting Albus than he was after the trial if anything he was farther away. Now his spy wasn’t able to deliver, never able to get any closer to Harry if anything Harry seemed to push the spy further away. Maybe the best plan was to just lay low and wait for something to perk Harry’s natural curiosity then Albus could move. Coming out of an unplanned situation on top, it wasn’t a concrete, but it was something that would help him sleep at night. There was no way he was going to let that red-eyed devil Voldemort get Harry; he needed Harry to secure his own power. He had waited long enough for it he only had to secure his position in Harry’s eyes within the next two years. Something that should be easy to do with the impressionable boy.

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Tom sighed in relief; it had been two weeks since the trial and one week since Harry started at Hogwarts; and nothing catastrophic had happened. The problem was when dealing with Harry you never knew when something was going to pop up. His biggest problem as of lately, wasn’t Harry, no it was with his grandmother, the Heiress, Aubrey.

She had yet to talk to him, and if she saw him, he had better duck or run. The Heiress had one hell of a throwing arm, but enough is enough and he refused to continue living in fear of when he was going to get hit in the head again. So with renewed determination he was ready to end this dispute.

Walking into the sunroom, the one the house elves had told him, she took her afternoon tea; holding his hands up, hoping that she would hear listen before throwing something at his head. “Please don’t throw anything I only came here to tell you news of Harry.”

Aubrey put her cup of tea back onto her saucer, giving him a look that he could begin talking. “Lucius and Severus just reported that Harry is doing fine and there has been no trouble.” Sitting in the chair across from the Heiress; flinching when she picked up her cup a tea again. “Now that we know Harry is fine, could you stop using me as target practice?”

The lines around Aubrey’s mouth tightened and in clipped tones answered, “I am not concerned about Harry; he is strong enough to handle most situations…You stupid…stupid Dominant. When were you going to tell me?”

Tom sat there in confusion; there was nothing he knew about Harry, if he were in trouble he should have been the first to be notified. About to ask the questions that began running through his mind, the Heiress started talking over him. “When were you going to tell me? Do you not think that I wouldn’t have figured it out? I have been here for months and you have yet to say one word you idiotic Elf…I thought if I got angry enough, yelled enough, thrown enough things; you would have figured it out and came forward with the truth. But no…your too thick skulled to ever have any type of reason slither into your brain.” Aubrey’s eyes started to shine; her lower lip trembling, “You know what, I don’t care anymore that I am your mate. You can go and wither away in your tomb you call a room for all I care anymore.”

Before the first tear could fall Aubrey stormed from the sunroom slamming the door on her way out. He sat there in the sunroom for a long time, how could Aubrey ever accept him for a mate after all these years. After everything he had done? With the way he looked now? It was a concept that he never thought to be true. But if that was what she wanted then who was he to argue with her? A rare smile graced Tom’s lips with the prospect of being able to claim his mate after he had lost all hope of it happening. Harry truly was a blessing when he came into their lives this summer and nothing has been or ever will be the same again.

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Tonight was the first time that Hermione and Draco were to meet under friendly circumstances, and currently Harry was hiding under his cloak following Hermione around while she was doing her rounds as a prefect. Looking at the map he would be able to tell when it came time to head for the seventh floor room Draco had taken him last time.

The last week had been quiet after the first day, normal classes, with normal amounts of too much homework, even Ron had been quiet, probably due to having lost so many points and the number of detentions he got on his first day. Unfortunately he had lost this week’s game never having the chance to get one better over Draco. But that wasn’t so bad the forfeit was an easy one he only had to figure out how to go to the bash with Draco without being seen. As far as he was concerned; he would leave that up to Draco, since the blond was the one that wanted him to go.

Glancing at the map showed that Draco’s dot had started to ascend from the dungeons moving towards the seventh floor. Touching Hermione’s back in the code signal they came up with, letting her know she needed to start heading up. Once reaching the correct floor Harry would either touch her right elbow to go right and the same for left. When it was time to stop he only had to touch her back again. This was so he didn’t need to talk or reveal himself, and all of the three could make it without being caught.

This time Harry knew what to look for and watched the door materialize in front of both of the Gryffindor’s. Pulling Hermione through the door, and once it was closed; throwing off his cloak; this time noticing what he didn’t last time. It was a comfortable sitting room, large ceilings with a roaring fire; Draco had already assumed the only coach in the room, taking up the entire length, sprawled out on it.

“It is about time you two showed up…” Draco paused for a minute tapping his cheek with his forefinger. “I have been waiting for Oh’…I would have to say a whole two minutes.” Draco looked directly at Harry smiling before rushing him, giving a hug, then steered him to the same couch he had sprawled on.

From the couch Harry turned smiling at Hermione, “Come sit Mione.” Hermione came around the couch and sat in the chair that faced him. Draco had now draped himself over him; glaring at Hermione as if daring her to say anything, “Draco quit being a prat…” Pushing the blond off of him, “we are here for Hermione to find out your not such a git, and for you to know that she isn’t so bad.” Harry chewed the bottom of his lip for a second, “You two are my only friends right now and I need you to get along…”

Both Hermione and Draco looked at him, after the admission he had made, and then looked at each other Hermione was the first person to speak up. “Malfoy…how have you been?” The question asked was strained, but at least it was a start.

“Oh’ the same old you know, tormenting first years, planning my world domination, ensuring my superiority; it is busy being me…” Draco said his hands waving to show each thing he had done, which was all said in complete arrogance. The only way he was able to tell the blond was teasing Hermione was the smile he had on his face, the one he always wore when one of his plans succeeded.

Hermione leaned forward in her chair coming closer to Harry, “Is he always like this? So…So…?

Smiling at Hermione, “Like a pompous git? Arrogant? Obnoxious? Conceited? Yes most the time.”

Draco sat back in the couch crossing his arms over his chest, “You wound me Harry…I thought I was making a great impression?”

The first giggle came from Hermione, followed by his peals of laughter, then Draco chuckled; breaking the tension in the room. Knowing Draco this was probably his idea, it wasn’t to make himself look idiotic, it was to break the tension so everyone could talk.

Draco being the first to recover from laughing was the first to talk, gaining Hermione’s attention, “I should apologize for the things I have called you in years past.”

Hermione sitting up straighter nodded her head before addressing the blond, “Then I should probably apologize for hitting you in third year…did you mean the things you said?”

Draco quirked his eyebrow at Hermione’s forward question, “That is a hard question to answer…Do I believe all muggleborns to be mudblood’s?” Draco smirked before finishing, “No…I do believe that everyone, but my kind…Are inferior…”

Hermione bristled at being called inferior, “I guess honesty is better than nothing, could we manage a truce for Harry’s sake?”

Draco took his time answering making it appear he was thinking over the questions, “That is agreeable.”

Harry wondered if the two knew they never did apologize they both had said they should but never came around to it. He was sure they would have many rocky patches neither wanting to give an inch, or conceding a truth they held dear. But they did make a truce of a sort for now so it was better than he had envisioned this meeting to go so far.

Draco tapped Harry’s shoulder gaining his attention when Hermione spoke up, “Isn’t it troubling to always have to bring him back from daydreams? I always find myself talking to the air before realizing he’s not paying attention.”

Draco looked back at Hermione, and then smirked at him, “Yes it is troubling…But I look at his eyes first if they are clear then Harry is with us. If they are all cloudy then he is daydreaming again.”

Harry glared at his two friends, “I didn’t bring you two here, to talk about me.” Sitting back in the couch looking at Draco, “What did you want?”

Hermione snickered and Draco smiled at him before answering, “Well I just wanted to mention the forfeit you owe me. Also have you thought of next week’s forfeit?”

Hermione looked confused and it showed on her face, this was something that he hadn’t mention to her, “Forfeit?”

Knowing if he didn’t tell Hermione the truth she would come up with her truth and Draco wasn’t helping either, so it was up to him. “It is a game that me and Draco are playing. We can’t be seen as friends right now, and it is hard to pretend to be enemies. So the game is in one week who ever shows up the person the most times, wins. And the looser has to give up a forfeit of the winner’s choice.” Harry pleaded with Hermione to understand.

“I see so it’s only a game then? The forfeits are not something that will hurt Harry?” Hermione asked the pair on the couch.

They both shook their heads that she was correct and Draco answered, “Let’s see I was the only one to show up Harry and that was after the partners were announced…” Draco smiled still explaining the rest of the game, “And his forfeit to me, is Harry has to escort me to the Halloween bash…Nothing embarrassing and nothing hurtful.”

Hermione nodded her understanding and Harry spoke to Draco, “You know it shouldn’t be fair that you win this one, you knew what Severus was going to do.”

Draco smirked at Harry, “Well that was just a little bonus to help me win this week. So what is your forfeit for next week?”

Smiling, this was one thing he did think about this week and he had the perfect forfeit as well, “If I win your forfeit is you have to dance with Severus at the Halloween bash.” Harry’s innocent smile turned slightly evil at what the blond was going to have to do.

Draco’s eyes narrowed, and disgust showed on his face, “That is pure evil Harry…Pure evil…” The blond smirked, “In that case since you want to play this type of game, if I win the forfeit you have to dance…” Draco let the thought linger and Harry was sure that he would say the same person, “Me…” Harry opened his mouth like a fish out of water, gaping; he never thought that Draco would say that. Grabbing his wrist Draco said, “I have to go now, see you next week.” Draco smiled at him before turning to Hermione, “See you around Granger.” The blond walked out of the room.

Hermione looked at Harry when the door shut, “Is he always like this?”

Harry laughed at what Hermione was asking, “Some days are worse.” Hermione looked fearful for a moment then a wry smile bloomed on her face. “We can talk freely in this room what have you figured out so far?”

Hermione’s face changed to one of determination, the same face she always had when there was a mystery and she was bound to figure it out. “Nothing yet…It is like every reference that refers to any kind of Elves has missing pages in them…But I will find something, there is no way every scrap of information could be destroyed.” She looked thoughtful for a moment, “I was thinking of looking when we have the first Hogsmeade trip.”

“That could work I can even help then too, who knows what we can find…plus two people looking are better than one.” Smiling at his best friend.

Hermione still lost in thought probably going over her mental checklist, “I have everything I need for the Ancestry test, it will take me awhile to brew it but I could use this room to do it…”

Harry was incredulous there was no way he was helping to drag everything she would need for brewing up to the seventh floor. “If you think I am going to help you drag all that stuff up here…”

Hermione cut him off before he could really get started, “Harry I don’t need to drag stuff up here the room will provide it.”

“What do you mean the room will provide it?” Harry asked in confusion.

Hermione took a minute to answer, then in her lecturing mode recited, “It was a sub-passage in Hogwarts a History that referred to a magical room that would give anyone what they required, the witch or wizard only had to pace three times in a certain spot with what they wanted in their mind and the room would be created. It was called the room of requirement, but the book couldn’t tell me where it was located; basically saying it was a myth. I wonder how Malfoy found it?”

Harry looked around the room, opening his senses up; he could feel the magic that pulsated in the room now. He had a good idea how the blond found the room, most likely all the Elves were able to feel the magic the room exuded. He wasn’t about to tell Hermione that, she would have started to treat him as a specimen, asking all kinds of questions; instead answered, “Who knows how Draco learns about anything.” Hermione snickered about that thought. “When will the potion be done?”

Hermione yawned stretching her arms above her head. “Should be around Halloween, maybe before or after; not sure yet, but around that time.” Covering a second yawn, “I think it is time to head to bed?”

Harry nodded his head it was late, and he was starting to feel how tired he was too, “Yea… let’s get out of here.” The two Gryffindor’s made back to their tower one visible while the other was hidden.
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