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The whole story	By : Riahana Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 42622 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Authors Note~Thank you for reading, 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 34

October 27^th

Breakfast, Friday morning was a jumble of noise for Harry; Hermione had taken herself back to the library still researching the Dumbledore family line; and the whole hall was all talking about the upcoming Halloween bash. With Draco watching him, making sure he loaded his plate down from the selection available, but without Hermione there; he wouldn’t need to any of it.

The Headmaster stood up, gaining everyone’s attention, before he started his announcement. “The Hogwarts staff has decided to give everyone a reward.” Dumbledore smiled at everyone letting the twinkle come to his eye. “We have come to the conclusion with everyone being so good this term to have a Hogsmeade trip this weekend. That way the students can find costumes for the Halloween bash…” Dumbledore paused to let the shouts of excitement pass. “Now…I know everyone is excited to hear that bit of news…For the next bit all classes will be cancelled on Halloween in preparation for the bash.” More shouts from the students forced the Headmaster to stop his announcement. “To make it fair, first and second years will also have a separate party planned…The location will be told to each house on Halloween.” This time the entire hall erupted in applause and cheers for the following fun to be had. Dumbledore sat back in his seat folding his hands looking over the hall at all the happy faces he just created.

An unplanned Hogsmeade trip could be fun, and Harry couldn’t wait for tomorrow the question was, what costume did he want, the possibilities were endless. Wishing Hermione was here so he could run ideas by her, he sat back in his chair listening to the other Gryffindor’s excitement completely forgetting to eat one bite of his breakfast. At least he had the day to think about it, since his only class was DADA and that was too start soon.

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Sitting in class with Draco by his side, Harry was contemplating the differences in the subjects that Lucius taught. Lucius was a better DADA teacher than he was at teaching Politics; maybe not as good as Remus was but a very close second. Lucius made it fun, always surprising the students with spells, sometimes they would hit, and the student would have some embarrassing thing happen to them. Then there was once that Lucius tried the same thing with his son, Draco being ready casted a reflective shield instead of the normal Protego and the spell bounced back to Lucius. Let’s just say, he had never seen anyone look equal measures of furious and proud as Lucius had then; while the whole class was falling over themselves in laughter.

Since then Lucius had yet to try anything with Draco, but he was sure it was a ploy. Because lately Draco hadn’t been paying as close of attention as he should have been, and today Lucius had noticed his son’s lack of attention. A brief flash of malicious glee crossing Lucius face had Harry on his toes, this was his chance to be the first to one-up Draco and winning the forfeit, he only had to be ready.

Draco looked down at his parchment, taking notes on today’s lesson; when Lucius struck. It was perfect Draco didn’t even know what was coming at him and Harry being alert casted a quick Protego just in time for the red beam of light to hit the shield. Draco looked up as the shower of sparks rained down on him glancing between Lucius and Harry.

Lucius raised his eyebrow, “Very good Mr. Potter you have taken today’s lesson to heart. When paired with someone, always watch their backs.” Lucius turned towards his son, “Mr. Malfoy even with a partner you should never be caught unawares. I am of the opinion that you owe Mr. Potter a thank you.” Lucius smirked.

This was the perfect one-up, and Lucius played right along, Draco turned towards him, without even blushing, which he couldn’t figure out how the blond kept himself from blushing. He would have been so red the heat coming off of him would have melted anyone nearby. “Harry, I give you my deepest gratitude for saving me from embarrassment at my father’s hands.” The blond said this as proudly as possible given the circumstances.

Harry leaned over to whisper into Draco’s ear, “You will be so cute when you dance with Severus…Will it be a slow dance? Or a little faster…I wonder.”

Draco didn’t say anything, bent over his notebook scribbling with incredible speed. After a minute Draco passed the note over to him, which was actually a drawing. It showed Draco dancing with Severus both laughing, while he was on the sidelines watching growing greener and greener with jealously the longer the two danced.

Harry laughed so hard that he drew everyone’s attention, when Draco looked over, Harry mouthed the words, “You wish.”

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Lucius turned towards the laughing that was interrupting his lesson, the one person he had yet to get was finally not paying attention even his son was paying more attention to Harry than the lesson at hand.

Silently, he casted a spell towards the Gryffindor; that had blocked every one of his hex’s up date and had now even protected Draco from one. Before the spell could reach the still laughing target; his son stood up fury shooting from his narrowed eyes; casting a reflective shield.

This shield was different from the last one; instead of bouncing the hex back to the caster, this one changed it to another more harmful curse. The red light bounced back turning into a sickly yellow color hitting him in the chest.

When the spell hit, he could barely stand his ground, with the feeling of needles pushing themselves torturously slow into his skin. Draco’s eyes widened at what he had done and with a wave his hand casted finite incartiem, releasing Lucius from the curse.

Taking a deep pain free breath he looked at the wide eyes of the classroom. There was no way that this episode could be explained, yelling instead, “Everyone out.” The students gathered their belongings, leaving quickly, whispers already starting to circulate. Only Draco and Harry stayed behind frozen in place.

Thinking over the situation, realization hit; Draco should not have been powerful enough to change a hex into a curse of such magnitude. Maybe after his seventeenth birthday he could have. The child had always been powerful, but not yet, not this soon; he still had another year and half till his birthday.

Taking a couple of deep breaths speaking finally to the tension in the air, “I do not blame you Draco.” His son unglued himself from the spot rushing into his father, hugging him tightly. The whole time mumbling he didn’t mean too, that he was sorry, or he didn’t know what was happening. Drawing his son away, holding him out, “Has this happened before?”

Draco looked down, thoughts rushing through his head by the expression on his face, “A couple of times I think?”

Harry spoke up then moving forward to put a reassuring hand on Draco’s shoulder, “What did happen…I don’t understand?”

Lucius sat both boys down at a table, sitting across from them, “Draco demonstrated immense power, so much power he shouldn’t have been able to do until he was seventeen if ever.”

Harry was shaking his head, “but?”

Lucius sometimes forgot that Harry hadn’t been raised as an Elf, casting strong wards and silencing charms he continued, “There are no buts Harry, an Elf will have exactly half of their power till they turn seventeen, on their birthday they are gifted with the other half. So that means that Draco should not have been able to change that hex, if he was unable to cast it a year ago.” Harry’s eyes widened at the implications that he was told. “Now son, you said you think this has happened before, can you explain?”

Draco nodded his head, “Once on the train Harry was attacked and I was able to use magic to enhance my physical strength, move faster; I thought it was adrenaline from being so angry, that the weasel would even dare to lay a hand on Harry.”

Lucius looked at Harry who was confirming Draco’s story with head shakes or eyes widening depending on what his son was saying, then Draco continued, “Also the day Harry was attacked by the Dementors; if you hadn’t put me to sleep I would have escaped.”

Lucius thought back to that day; remembering what happened, his son was more powerful but he hadn’t seen it as such. He thought it was just normal instinct taking over, but it was something else now. The Dark Lord was going to have to be informed immediately because as far as he could remember this had never happened before. An Elf had never had a power increase before their seventeenth and it looked as if it had all started when Harry had come to them this summer.

Looking back at his son, “Don’t worry Draco, this cannot be all bad, and we will figure out what’s going on.” Both Harry and Dracos’ faces changed when they were reassured; even if it was nonsensical, it seemed to help. Smirking and ready to lighten the mood a bit, “Your biggest problem right now is, that by now the whole school knows you two are no-longer rivals…That is after Draco’s little protective stunt.”

Harry turned the tables; giving him a wonderful impression of the same sneer that he liked to use, “That don’t matter it was going to come out that we were friends at Halloween when I escorted Draco to the bash.” Laughing after Harry’s omission, feeling lighter for it.

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The next day found Draco in Hogsmeade with Blaise following him; looking for the perfect costume for the Halloween bash. The problem was he didn’t know what he wanted to dress up as.

“What about a pirate, or you could go as one of the Greek gods, a merman?...I know what about an elf with those pointy ears and all?” Blaize’s voice came through the door of the dressing room that he had been using to try on the twenty or so costumes.

Walking back out of the dressing room, giving his one wizard friend a look of pure contempt; dropping the pile of costumes on Blaise, “I should have never told you…you ungrateful git.” Waving his hands in a shooing motion, “Now run along and take care of these for me so I can look for something different…They are unacceptable.”

Blaise walked over taking care of the many costumes mumbling, “Why do I even put up with you?”

Glancing over his shoulder at his friend, “You put up with me because I am the best, and you only affiliate yourself with the best.” Looking back through the selection of costumes he found the perfect one, Harry would get such a kick out of this one, and he didn’t even need to try it on because it would look wonderful on his person.

Blaise walked back into the room with him, “Why is it so important that you find the perfect costume this time? You have never cared before, so who is it your going with? I know it isn’t Pansy.”

Shivering at the thought, why would he want to go with Pansy? “Now that would be telling; so you will have to wait along with everyone else to see who it is.” Shivering again, “And thank you for the visual of Pansy…I will have nightmares for weeks now because of it.” That was one witch he wanted nothing to do with, she had been spreading rumors for years that she would be the next Mrs. Malfoy. Like he would touch her with a ten meter pole that Blaise was holding, someone so far from his station in life it was laughable. Taking the costume he moved closer to the register, “Come, I am ready…All I have to do is pay and we can go.”

Blaise was curious and it showed in the depths of his eyes, “What did you decide on?” Trying to peek at the bundle Draco held in his arms.

“That is something you will have to wait for the bash to find out.” He said, smirking at the disgusted face of his friend.

Blaise mumbled, “You are a pain in my ass.”

Quirking his eyebrow, “But I am the best pain in the ass you have ever known.” They both laughed at the supposed pompous tone he had used.
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