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Awakening To the Dream	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 45317 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
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Lol, couldn’t help myself so you get another chapter—because I have time! Yay. ^__^ Christmas is this week and I just realized I have done nothing drawing wise for the holidays. Gotta get crack’n on that. Sorry in advance for any cavities you get from this chapter. I’m trying to establish some sort of behavioral patterns with their interactions so later on you won’t go ‘holy shit, that’s so out of character!’ There is no out of character, they’re completely insane! Bwahahaha! ~cough~ Anywho… they’re very fun together; I love it. Sends many huggles for reviews.
chibi hentai: Yeah, reading the Soul of (insert name) isn’t quite as bad as typing the damn thing out each time, so I’ve come up with nicknames for them I’ll be using in the futures. Laziness prevails XD Wai, you just reminded me I haven’t drawn them in their Soul Forms yet. I should do that.
Alison: No, because Harry and Draco’s forms aren’t hidden with glamour charms like Ron’s. You may have to take in the fact that Ron’s not the best at charms, either. XD
kaka-she: Lol, thanks. ~glomp~ La, if I could, just for the fun of it, when it’s finished I’d love to be able to put it in book form. But you know, copyright issues, suing, money… all that fun stuff says no. Blah. I’ll just have to write an original… err, good enough for publishing. ^^; Yeah, that’ll happen. >_>
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

CH35

“I swear to any god listening, Potter. Touch me again and I’m Avada-ing you!”
Harry raised a brow and plucked Draco’s wand from his hand before he had a chance to move. “Be serious, Malfoy. If Voldemort couldn’t pull it off, you sure as hell don’t have a chance.”
Snarling, Draco lunged for his wand and ended up wrapped in Harry’s arms once again. “Damn it! I NEED SPACE! Is that too much to ask?”
Harry tightened his grip and sighed into Draco’s hair. “How much longer of this?”
Draco sighed as well and stopped struggling. “A couple more days, but it won’t matter because I’m going to bloody kill you!”
Harry nodded in his horribly calm way that only managed to piss Draco off more. “Just make it quick.”
Draco sneered. “Like hell; you’re suffering as much as I have… Now. Let. Go!”

*******

“Just leave me the fuck alone!” Harry hissed, throwing the door open and stomping down the hall.
“Well, excuuuse me for breathing, Scarhead! Go hide in your fucked up closet—And don’t pretend you can’t perceive that obvious metaphor; you’re not that bloody stupid!”
“You god damn— son of a— arrgh! Fuck off, Ferret Face!” Harry snarled, whirling round to glare daggers.
“…ferret face?” Draco carefully touched his face, the memory of that dreadful incident swimming to the surface. “That was totally uncalled for.” He said in a small voice, turning back towards the door.
Harry’s eyes narrowed. “That trick won’t work on me! Stop playing like you’re hurt… Malfoy? Malfoy!” Not getting an answer he stomped back into the room only to be slugged by a very irate dragon.

*******

“No, tea is fine. I can’t imagine why not. Ha, ha, yes that was a great game. You almost had me there for a moment but then that ace popped out and bam, I got you!”
Harry glared sullenly at where Draco was talking to himself and pointedly ignoring him. “And you say I’m crazy?” He muttered as he continued to shred the pillow Draco had made while occasionally leaning in to pick up the scent on it.
“Why yes, Gryffindor orphans raised by ignorant mudbloods are the worst kind of beings, that should have been executed before they could cause trouble for the rest of the civilized world. Nice to see someone agrees.”
“Yeah, well arrogant, spoiled, vain, bitchy, ferret faced Slytherins should be dipped in some sort of corrosive potion with the ear plugs included because of the screeching that will most definitely occur.” Harry hissed back.
“…What was that? Did you hear something? No, me neither. Must have been some poor orphan wasting the precious oxygen with his stupidity.”
“Ferret face!”
“Orphan! Orphan! Orphan!” Draco yelled at the top of his lungs. “You are the most infuriating bastard I have ever had the misfortune of knowing!”
“HA! I thought you weren’t talking to me!” Harry taunted smugly, quickly grabbing the pillow Draco hurled at him and nuzzling his head into it.

*******

“I dunno. I thought Krum was pretty good.”
“Potter, you could fly circles around him.”
Harry smirked and leaned onto his elbows. “You’re just saying that to make yourself feel better since he beat you in that race.”
Snorting, Draco tapped his foot on Harry’s leg. “I am so far beyond that it’s not even funny. Take a complement graciously for a change.”
“Mmm… no. Besides, I never actually had a chance to go up against him. He’s a professional quidditch player; let’s be serious here.”
“Oh, stop talking out of your bum. You’re already being scouted; everyone knows it.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “You are so delusional. I’m going to be an Auror once I’m out of school.”
“Not with your dismal grades.”

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“Snap at me again and you’re dead! I am not here so you can have someone to take your bloody problems out on. Go kick a house elf like every other civilized person.”
“You are my problem, Malfoy. Quit kicking me or I swear I’ll snap your legs off.” Grunting at the realization that sleep was not going to be easy, Harry grabbed Draco’s jerking leg and pulled him to the ground. He’d had plenty of time to perfect the move.
Draco snarled from where he was now pinned by Harry. “You’re driving me insane—stop rubbing against me! Are you that fucking clueless?!”
Harry ignored him, pulling a pair of earplugs he had asked Dobby to get him from his pocket and placing them in his ears. “Night, Malfoy.”
“Fucking Arse!”

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“Toast?” Harry held the plate out while reading Draco’s charms textbook.
“Thanks.” Draco grabbed the top piece and put it to his mouth while reading over Harry’s shoulder.
Harry patiently counted to three, his smile hidden behind the book. Studying was a lot more fun with company. “How’s that taste?”
Draco stilled, frowning down at Harry. “Fine… why—Arrgh! Potter, you bastard!” He threw the toast and it’s stowaway on the ground, chasing after the eight-legged fiend with his feet stomping heavily.
“Hey, don’t hurt him!” Harry jumped to his feet and dived to rescue his spider in crime. “Geez, Malfoy. Hit me if you have a problem; don’t pick on the little guys. You don’t have to listen to them scream.”
Glaring down at Harry’s self righteous expression, Draco had the overwhelming urge to kick the brunette’s face in. “You’re lucky you’re pretty, Potter.”
Harry beamed, cupping his spider friend and rolling onto his back. “Why, I didn’t know you cared.” He teased, batting his eyes.
“Oh, I don’t.” Draco rested his foot on the boy’s stomach, smiling wickedly as he watched the green eyes widen in understanding.
“Ooooff! Bugger!”

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“Just for a little while?”
“No.”
“Pleaaaase?”
“No.”
“I’ll be your best friend…”
“Ha, I don’t take kindly to threats, Potter.”
Harry blinked from where he was sitting on the floor, head resting on the side of the bed. “…Hey! That wasn’t very nice.”
“See how much I care?” Draco smirked, tossing a pillow at Harry’s messy head.
“You’re a prat.”
“I’m aware.”
“…Pleeeease?”
Draco turned from his book to glare. Harry was looking paler than normal, his bottom lip stuck out in a sleepy pout. Hell, he was never going to figure this book out. “…You get an arm. That’s it.”
Crawling onto the bed, Harry wrapped himself around Draco’s closest arm, trapping it to his chest. Letting out a long breath, he curled up and closed his eyes.
“Tired?”
“Yeah… very.”
Draco sighed. “Have at it. Take the waist though; I can’t read as well as I thought with one arm… Hey, no wiggling.”
Mumbling his thanks and Malfoy’s many selfless acts, Harry settled his head into Draco’s lap and promptly fell asleep.

*******

“I could kill you and they’d all think you died from your exritus!”
“Even if you could kill me, which you can’t, I could kill you and no one would even bloody care!”
“Ha, you couldn’t even kill a spider!”
“Yeah, what the hell was Macnair than? What about Quirrell? The act isn’t hard for me, it’s the bloody guilt after.”
Draco growled as Harry’s face went from angry to sad in an instant. “Goddamn it, Potter. You just have to take things that final fucking dramatic step. Of course neither of us is going to kill the other. You can play with it but trust me, you break or loose my snitch and you’ll be in a world of hurt. You know from experience that it’s not an idle threat.”
Harry stared at the snitch he had found in the desk drawer glumly. The fun had been taken out of the whole thing. Now all he could think about was when he had inadvertently killed Professor Quirrell. He started as Draco gave a soft snicker and knocked the snitch from his hand, the golden ball taking flight with a whirr of wings. Draco was smiling challengingly and he couldn’t help but return it. In unspoken agreement they both ran after the snitch at the same time, nearly knocking over a nightstand in the process.

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Lounging on the couch, finally feeling at peace for the first time that week, Draco contemplated getting up and checking on Potter or, well, not moving. Gods, the boy was a menace… and always under foot. Probably because they were both such strong willed people that they were rather volatile when mixed together—not that he’d ever admit to having anything in common with Potter. But they had come to an understanding of sorts over the days, and had learned what buttons not to push unless they wanted to end with fists flying. It had gotten a lot easier since Harry had stopped clinging to him for hours on end. Breathing room, that’s all he needed once in a while. Same with Potter actually… Yeah, clinging had been a inconvenience for both of them at times, no matter how nice it was during other instances—not that he’d ever admit that either…
He sighed and eyed the ceiling thoughtfully. Potter was fun. Annoying, and sad, and playful, and explosive, and sexier than any veela ever—not that he’d ever, ever, ever admit that… and annoying, and sweet, and righteous to a fault, and smart, and fascinating, and more emotional than a pregnant woman—including his mother and she was practically nuts at times… and annoying, and he might just have to kill him, but fuck if he wasn’t fun to be around. Definitely hadn’t been boring.
It’s was too bad… After first seeing Potter’s Soul Form he had thought maybe he could have been Him. It was the tail really. Chimaeras were one of the four magical beings the Soul of Chaos was known to have sired. Way back in the depths of the Potter line was an inkling of Tranza blood, but not enough to support an Heir. Now, he would never ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, by threat of a slow, painful death, tell anyone this… but he might not be completely adverse to following Potter around for the rest of his life. As long as space issues were made clear before hand.
“Hey, you got it working!” Harry laughed, bounding into the room and plopping on the couch beside Draco. “I thought it would take you at least another week. Are you sure you’re not hiding muggle relations?”
Scratch that; he’d just have to kill him. “Don’t be vulgar, Potter. Muggle—ugh!” Draco gave a dramatic shudder. “I just happened to have acquired a television, from sources that will remain unknown, and spent a good summer fixing it to work on magic. You do it once and the second time’s a snap. I can access channels from all over the world; brilliant if I do say so myself.”
“Here, here.” Harry agreed, throwing his arms over the back of the couch and focusing on the current movie; something about chefs, murder, and a rather crude, but hilarious food critic with a bad case of grout. It beat listening to that stupid portrait rant at him all day. The television had been one of Sirius’ many muggle devices that he had never gotten to work properly without electricity. It was nice to see at least one of them living on, respected for what it was. Malfoy just got himself another brownie point atop all the ones for helping him not die that week… and being surprisingly nice… and brave…
Draco turned a curious glance over Harry. “You seem chirper than usual. Feeling all right?”
“Mmmm… don’t know.” Harry shrugged distractedly. “My moods are so random I’ve stopped trying to figure them out. Keeps me from getting so many headaches.”
“And yet, mine increase. How do you suppose that happens?” Draco asked dryly, referring to the past three days of Harry jumping at every movement, waking up screaming at the top of his lungs, and snapping at Draco whenever he accidentally interrupted his brooding sessions. “What did I tell you about breathing on me, Scarhead?” He sighed, pushing Harry away from where he had taken to leaning on his shoulder.
“Beats me, Demon Eyes… I think that answer both your questions, actually.” Harry smirked, avoiding Draco’s hands so he could place his chin boldly on his shoulder.
“I think we really need to go over what constitutes a suitable insulting name. Demon Eyes doesn’t bother me in the least.”
“Like Scarhead bothers me anymore? I can’t call you Ferret Face without getting punched and it’s not like you have any obvious flaws… on the outside.” He grinned evilly and poked Draco’s chin. “You’ve lost your pointyness, Dragon. I’m reserving the good insults for when you piss me off.”
Rolling his eyes, Draco pressed his thumb on Harry’s scar and pushed him back a bit. “Agreed, Potty. Gryffindor qualities are still free game.”
“Same with Slytherin’s. Only fair.”
“Fair? I laugh at you. The only reason you consider yourself fair is because you only have me around to compare to. I will never forgive you for ripping that shirt of mine.”
“Oh, stop already. You fixed it like it was nothing. If you hadn’t hit me every time I needed to touch you, I wouldn’t have had to go looking for your scent elsewhere.”
Hell, how could Potter say stuff like that with a straight face? He didn’t need a mirror to know he had gone red. “You do realize you’re insane, right?”
“Long time now.” Harry sighed, breathing in Draco’s scent. “Don’t care much anymore. You’re as mad as they come, so I can’t be that far gone.”
“Oh no, you’re worse, Potter. Knew it first year when you tried to fight Vincent and Gregory. You were born this way. Madder than the maddest.”
“We must be even than, because there is no way I’m worse than you.” Harry snickered. “You’re a bipolar dragon slash veela. Makes us even.”
“I doubt it. You’re just too crazy to see how bad off you are. Chimaera’s are known for having split personality; maybe your hippogriff needs to communicate with your human a bit more.” Draco settled deeper into the back of the springy couch and focused on the television. “You done with that book already?”
“Yup. I think I gained a photographic memory or something.” He smirked at Draco’s annoyed glare. “Jealous? I can remember it all as if I’ve always known it. Probably a good thing; school won’t be much of a hassle with all the other stuff I’m expecting.”
“That ‘business’ nonsense?”
Harry nodded. “Yeah. I’m hoping it won’t be until I’m older but with my luck…” He shrugged. “For now I want to go flying. I’ve been stuck indoors for weeks and it’s driving me mad. Huh… I was thinking brooms but now that I have wings…” He turned thoughtful and then shook it off with a smile. “Do you think they’ll let me once at Hogwarts? I mean; could they really keep those stupid rules of Umbridge’s? A lifetime ban seems rather impractical…”
“I think, with your new skills concerning blackmail, you’ll be quite fine, Potter.” No one stood a chance when the truth just popped out whenever Harry was looking at him.
Harry sighed and pursed his lips. “I kind of hoped I wouldn’t have to fight for every damn freedom.”
“It’s Ministry based and, let’s face it, they really don’t like you… and they don’t even have you breathing on them.” He pushed lightly, but Harry didn’t budge. “At least breathe away from my neck. It’s distracting.”
“Ticklish?” Harry asked innocently.
“…No.” Draco turned his head so his glare had its full effect.
Harry smiled cheerfully in response, but a frown began tugging at his lips until he was looking quite unhappy.
Gods, the brooding had begun again. “What is it now?” Draco asked lightly, jostling Harry’s shoulder.
Harry continued to brood. “It’s just… I like this.”
“The show?” It wasn’t the best of movies but—
“No, this.” Harry corrected, pointing back and forth. “Good company. You’re quite funny you know; I’m surprised by how much I like hanging out with you.”
Hmm, nice to know it was mutual. Only Potter would have the reckless guts to actually say it though. “Well, please don’t cry over it. I imagine if you were to suddenly confess your undying love for me, you’d be quick to hang yourself right after.” Draco sent him a small smile. “It would take care of my headaches, though.”
Giving a heartfelt sigh, Harry stared searchingly up at Draco, “See what I mean? You’re bloody brilliant.”
Draco blinked, looking away from the glowing green eyes. He glanced back with a furrow to his brow than quickly looked away again, blushing spectacularly when catching Harry’s eye. “Um…you’re not going to go hang yourself… are you?”
Harry blinked, considering the question a little too seriously. “I may sacrifice a finger to a tightly wound string but that’s all you get, Malfoy.” He gave a small smirk at Draco’s sigh of relief. “…The thing is, do you suppose we’ll talk? Slytherins and Gryffindors aren’t really encouraged to get along at the castle.”
“Ah, that.” Draco frowned.
“That.” Harry’s frown deepened to borderline pathetic.
“I suppose we’ll have to do something… can’t have you haunting the corridors with your brooding moods.” Draco reflected thoughtfully. “What will I do with you? The Slytherins will eat you alive and Gryffindors tend to give me a permanent case of annoying prat syndrome… present company only recently excluded. I’m afraid I’m at a lose…”
“It’s hopeless!” Harry groaned, throwing his arms around Draco and burying his head in the crock of his neck. “I’ll go insane, you know. Even more than I am now. I’ll be raving in a week.”
“Oh, don’t be so dramatic. And stop using it as an excuse to cling…” He glared but Harry only held on tighter with a defiant look. “We’ll just have to find a way to meet away from our respective friends. I could help you study; dare say you need all the help you can get. How’s that sound?”
Biting his lip, Harry thought it over. “I suppose it will do… Do we have to study, though? I’d rather we fly together or practice dueling… you know, fun stuff.”
“Depends how well you do in your studies. I refuse to be friends with an inferior student.”
Harry blinked. “Friends?”
“Well, uh… yeah.” Fidgeting in his seat, Draco tugged at his sleeve unconsciously. “Why, is that not…?” Was Potter not friend material? Some guys got weird if you actually said friend… but Potter had no problem calling Weasley and Granger friends. Hell, every spider in the place had the privilege of being his friend. Wait; was he not friend material? They had spent years fighting and Harry’s new camaraderie could really be fading now that he was settling… Was he worrying about this waaaay too much or was it his imagination? Why the hell had he even said anything? He didn’t want that idiot for a friend! Stupid, stupid…
“Cool.” Harry chirped, smiling brightly.
“Cool?” Draco parroted, still focused on his inner rant.
“Yeah, cool. Brilliant. Bloody brilliant even. I’ve been dying to race you around the pitch without annoying people and bludgers getting in the way….” He trailed off, his nose scrunching. “Something… I don’t feel quite right. Bet it’d be easier with my new senses… oh, no, that doesn’t feel right at all…”
“Uh… uhh, what?” Shaking away the sudden silly smile that had taken his features, Draco took a good look at Harry. “You look a little pale… Come here.” He placed a hand to Harry’s forehead and then cheeks, frowning worriedly at the chilled temperature. “What is it?”
“I don’t know. It just kinda hit me.” Harry tilted his head, slanting until Draco had to keep him from falling over. “Malfoy? …It—it’s seeping into me…”
The words whispered into his neck sent a hot shiver down his spine. Draco peered silently down at Harry’s upturned face. He looked so vulnerable, verdant green fringed with smoky lashes, his soft lips parted…
“Dizzy…” Harry sighed, blinking slowly.
Giving himself a mental shake, Draco sat up and glanced around the room. He hadn’t even considered the possibility of magical contamination since Potter had only peeked in the room once in a while, preferring to stay in the closet since his last scare and only coming out for food, bathroom breaks, and clinging. “I think you’ve had enough TV today.” He untangled Harry from around his neck and helped pull him to his feet. Harry couldn’t seem to stand on his own so Draco grabbed one of the boy’s arms and dragged it over the back of his shoulders, wrapping his own arm around Harry’s waist. Potter was wearing his fitted shirt again, he noted absentmindedly when his hand grasped his bare flesh.
“…But I didn’t get to find out who the killer was.” Harry grumbled.
“Obviously it was the old bird; the maid did it.” Draco grunted, wishing for the return of his true strength as he stumbled under Harry’s weight.
“That doesn’t even make sense.” Harry mumbled, shaking his head but only making himself dizzy. “Why would she do it?”
“Focus, Potter. One foot in front of the other.” Draco pulled him slowly down the hall and fiddled with the door handle until darkness welcomed them. He had found that he could see when his eyes were shining, so he let the light fill his gaze and stepped in. Shuffling around, he finally found the large pillow and laid Harry down in the makeshift bed. “Do you feel any better in here? Potter?”
Glowing green blinked blearily out of the darkness. “A little… I think I’ll be all right… Stay, please?”
Draco nodded silently. Magical corruption could kill a newly born and Potter had already had a messy exritus. Those bruises on him when he had come barreling out of the floo had not been self-inflicted. It was a wonder he had survived, and now this was the second time he had been on the verge of being poisoned by magic that week. “I’m just going to go to the door and call Ricket, all right? I won’t leave.” Draco promised, walking swiftly to the open door and speaking with Ricket. Two pops later, he walked back with water and the rest of the desense salve, shutting the door behind him.
“Drink, Potter. Water will help repel the foreign magic.” He knelt beside Harry and took the glass from him once he was through. “Lie back; this will relax your body enough to allow the magic to seep out easily. Best part, you’ll feel nice and buzzy for the next few hours.” Draco said with a small smile.
Harry nodded dully. “Sounds nice… wait, why did she kill all those people?”
“Huh? Oh, the bloody movie.” Draco snorted. “She was in love. People do crazy things when in love.” With nimble fingers, he unscrewed the cap from the salve and pushed Harry’s shirt up. “Of course, it’s all just fiction. As stupid as people are, I don’t imagine they all go killing people over it.”
“I dunno. I might… mmmmmm…” Harry moaned, head lolling back with a sigh.
Buzzy. Draco snickered at the line of drool dripping from the corner of Harry’s mouth and continued rubbing the salve into his skin. A surprised gasp tore from his throat and he looked down in shock at where his hand had unconsciously made its way. Swallowing thickly, he moved his hand down and tried to concentrate on Harry’s stomach but his eyes kept trailing up to his chest. Potter had a very flat stomach, his swirl of a bellybutton studded with a strange metal piercing. He hadn’t noticed it before, not until his eyes were shining like they were now. It must be charmed or something… just like the ring piercing Potter’s nipple. Before he knew it, he had slipped his nail into the ring, tugging to see if it was real. It was.
He sat back heavily and took a shaky breath. Why the hell did Potter have piercings? For some reason he had assumed the boy above symbolic rebellions against authority. He leaned up curiously and shifted the hair from Harry’s face. There were more, studs decorating the elegant curve of his ear and a beautiful, thin chain connecting two rings together. He turned to gaze down at Harry’s face, eyes drawn to the eyebrow ring opposing his shimmery bolt of a scar. “Potter? What’s with the…? Oh.” Golden green eyes peered back at him, answering his question before he even got it out. He barely registered the hands tugging him down and wrapping securely around him.
Furiae said he would know… did he know? The collar dulled his senses to practically human but it didn’t take magical powers to recognize eyes like those. It wasn’t uncommon for such eyes to appear on non-Heirs but the jewelry looked rather important… He frowned, focusing on the pounding of Harry’s heart as he tried to calm his racing mind. Oh, god… he blinked in wonder at the dark ring inches from his face. Thinking wasn’t going to work… thinking was bad, very bad. He turned his head in the other direction and looked out blankly into the darkness, not thinking, just breathing.
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