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Awakening To the Dream	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 45316 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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CH4

The carriage swayed precariously as they took a tight corner. There was little fear of tipping with thestrals pulling but Lucius braced himself anyways. His Lord watched him amused from across in his luxurious seat. Thankfully, bloody Pettigrew was out at the reigns and Lucius didn’t have to deal with the sight of him, but given that was the only thing to be thankful for it wasn’t much of a grace.
“Lucius, you’re practically trembling.”
The blonde winced; merely a twist of his lips but a wince non-the-less. He would have to get his guard back up; it was undignified… and dangerous. “Forgive me Lord. I’m a bit… queasy.” He winced again, damn, and grabbed the side of the wall as the carriage rocked unpleasantly. Who the hell took a carriage in this day and age? A magically converted car was far more the norm.
“And here I was thinking I was helping when I’m only adding to your discomfort. Perhaps I should have left you back in Azkaban?”
Lucius swallowed thickly, quickly remembering the appropriate response. “My Lord, please do not confuse my illness with any ungratefulness of your wondrous kindness. I am most thankful to be free of that damn hole. Your mercy knows no bounds.” Of course he hadn’t confused anything, Voldemort just liked to watch people squirm. If that was what it took to get back to his family than squirm away he would.
“On the contrary Lucius, my mercy is very limited.” Red eyes glowed ominously in the dark of the carriage. “You’ll be pleased to hear we’ve taken care of our little leak while you’ve been away. Bellatrix was very thorough with her investigation.”
“Nott?”
“Snape.”
Lucius paled. This could be tricky. “Is she certain?” Never question if Voldemort is right. “Any information Severus has given in the past has all been ruse to continue his confidence with Dumbledore. I admit he hasn’t been most useful as of late but I can’t imagine he would turn on you and the cause. It would be most foolish.”
“It was.”
He suspects me.
He took a big breath and changed tactics. “I’m most surprised given my longstanding camaraderie with Severus. I assume vengeance has been taken?” Bloody Bellatrix, she just had to bring her personal grudge into this.
“Of course; a simple never-ending sleeping enchantment… a little something to keep the Order busy on, incurable of course. Naturally this has taken suspicion from you, which I’m sure you’re most grateful for. Nott was my second suspect but the Domin were certain it was our dear Severus. Most disappointing.”
Lucius froze dead, the darkness of the night closing in on him until he was sure he would suffocate.
“Young Draco’s birthday is tomorrow. I have the papers ready at my study.”
This was where he was supposed to say how pleased and happy he was… the words just wouldn’t come. “You’ve confirmed it then.”
“The Domin are confirmation enough, Lucius, but if you wish to test me…?” The poisoned words promised hope but contained only death.
“Of course not my Lord. Has my wife been informed?” She would have written, she would have run; she would have taken Draco and run to the ends of the world and then to the other realm if she knew.
“No, I thought we would inform her tonight. I’ve decided given the circumstances we will move our base into Malfoy Manor.”
“But the Ministry—!”
“I will take care of the wards.” Voldemort waved his hand carelessly. “It is for the best.”
Tricky. “Of course. Permit me to send word ahead so that the house elves can prepare for your arrival.”
Voldemort’s smile gleamed sickly. “And ruin the surprise? I think not.”
Shit.

*******

It had taken a while for Draco to discern exactly where the portkey had taken them. Obviously it had chosen something from Harry’s memory because Draco had never been in the small cluttered office of Arthur Weasley at the Ministry of Magic.
Gingerly, he picked himself off of the small desk he had ended sprawled on and turned to see if Harry was all right. After digging through a mountain of paperwork Draco found him splayed on the floor, an array of paperclips and post-its covering his stunned form. “Honestly Potter, the Ministry?” He sighed, frowning down at the disheveled boy. “Do you even realize how many Death Eaters work here?”
Harry blinked up at him. “Cram it Malfoy.” He grunted, moving to get up. “Can’t you ever just use your brain? You’re turning all Gryffindor, it’s weird.” Unable to find purchase on the slippery paper strewn floor he fell back, narrowly missing a nasty head wound. Draco was immediately by his side helping him to a sitting position against the desk.
“We need to get you to a healer.” Draco fretted softly. The portkey would renew itself eventually but by the time it took in enough raw magic from its surroundings it could be too late. The harsh lights of the cramped office had revealed the full extent of Harry’s injuries and Draco became aware of how true Potter had been when he had said he was ‘half dead.’
“We will.” Harry assured him, to weary to hold onto his hysterics. There was no point in regretting what was done; now he had to fix it. A plan had formed while he had been staring up at the ceiling trying to regain his senses. Hopefully it would be a suitable solution. “Can you reach that drawer over there? The lower one, yeah… hand me that black sphere there.” A little digging and Draco had found a small egg-shaped paperweight and handed it to Harry. Shifting, Harry pulled his wand from his pocket and placed the small sphere on the floor beside him. With a tap, red letters appeared on the black surface spelling out ‘W. Office.’ It would appear on the assortment of items connected to the spell that the Order possessed. Each color had its own meaning, red an urgent life or death call for help.
Draco watched with interest but kept silent. Finished, Harry put his wand away and motioned for Draco to sit beside him. “They’ll be here soon.”
“The Order?” Draco asked, leaning heavily against the desk.
“Yeah.” Harry answered, not at all surprised by Draco’s knowledge at this point. He had been in that damn dungeon, he probably knew a lot more than he let on. Malfoy was always resourceful like that. He was really smart… and apparently not a coward… or a wannabe Death Eater… Just how much had he assumed about him?
But he was ignoring the issue and he knew it.
“I’m going to have them erase our memories of this.” He finally blurted, unable to meet the blonde’s gaze. “It’s for the best. You can go back to your family and no one else will have to die. They can say you had an accident or something.”
Draco nodded, staring blankly at the wall. It was a good idea really. As long as there were no memories of the event then Voldemort wouldn’t be able to discover Draco had saved Harry. But, so much had changed that night… he didn’t want to think about what he was giving up, best just to let it go before it sank in. “My birthday’s tomorrow. I’ll be having me exritus soon. It’s not uncommon to have memory lapses when in that condition.” Anything was welcome if it would take his mind off of his soon to be lost memories.
Harry turned his head so he could eye Draco appraisingly. “So you really are part Veela?” He asked incredulously.
“Uh huh… ” Draco met his gaze and smirked mischievously. “I also have some Scion Dragon in me. It’s why I was named Draconis.”
Harry gaped at him. “I don’t know where to begin…” He muttered disbelieving. “Your name is Draconis?”
“What?” Draco sputtered. “I tell you I’m descended from the most powerful dragons to walk the Earth and you’re all caught up on my name? You’re hopeless Potter.” He grumbled, burying his head in his hands.
Harry stared thoughtfully before adding. “Well, it is an unusual name.”
Draco moaned but couldn’t stop himself from snickering. He peeked through his fingers to see Harry holding back a laugh. “God damn you’re evil, Potter.”
Harry burst into a laughing fit but immediately stopped and clutched his broken ribs in pain. “Shit, don’t make me laugh…”
“Serves you right.” Draco murmured good-naturedly as he helped sit Harry back up.
“So… were you serious?” Harry asked once he had caught his breath.
“About which one?” Draco replied as he straightened out Harry’s shirt. Looking up he caught Harry’s laughing eyes. “For gods’ sake Potter! Yes, my name is Draconis. It’s a very noble name you know, nothing to laugh about, you twit.” He added grumpily. There was a reason he hadn’t told anyone at school his full name and he now realized his paranoia had been completely justified.
Eyeing the pouting boy, Harry carefully snaked his good arm out to gently entwine their hands together. With a little concentration he was able to let his power flow out and mingle with Draco’s. “It’s a nice name, really. It’s kinda cool.”
Draco frowned half-heartedly at him. It was difficult to stay angry with him now. He used to spend days bitching about the git and now he couldn’t even hold onto his anger for a few minutes. It was definitely different. “You’re teasing.”
“A little, but I do like your name.” Harry smiled and squeezed his hand. “Can’t you tell?”
“Um…” Draco let his mind stop for a moment and just felt the power threading through his hand. Emotions were shifting just below the surface. “Yeah, I can.” He looked up in surprise. “That’s rather brilliant. When did you learn you could do that?”
Harry ducked his head, suddenly embarrassed. “About ten minutes ago… It happened when you were touching my forehead.”
“Oh.” Reaching out, he carefully brushed the dark fringe from Harry’s bowed head. “You need a cut.”
“Hmm, I’d be happy with a wash.” He smiled; glad not to be teased, although Draco was probably going easy on him because he was sort of dying and all.
“Of course you would. It wouldn’t do to have you be neat.” Draco snorted. His smile faded as he took in the bruises littering Harry’s skin, a lot of them faded and aged. “What happened to you?”
“…” Harry turned his head away, but his emotions spiraled through his hand unchecked causing Draco to gasp. “I don’t think you want to know,” Harry finally whispered.
“Oh.” The look Harry gave twisted something deep within Draco. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” He quickly amended. “I was just concerned…”
Harry took a long breath. “It’s not a big deal. My home life… it’s not how you think it is. My mother’s relatives, they’ve always, I guess you’d say they resented me. They’re the worst sort of muggles that fear things that aren’t normal to them and what they fear they, uh, they don’t treat very well.” He trailed off his eyes unfocused for a moment, memories flashing in his mind.
“It was never this bad before. I mean, food was always scarce with a blob like Dudley and Vernon sucking it up, and some of the places they stuck me to sleep I’d prefer to forget… I guess it’s a good thing I like the dark…” He smiled weakly but it never reached his eyes. “The hitting though, that was new. He used to smack me around when I did something wrong but now…” He sighed. “Listen, there’s really no point talking about this, you’re just going to forget anyway.”
“You won’t forget it though, will you?” Draco whispered, horrified that Harry’s relative’s would treat him so cruelly. Even when Potter had denied it in school, Draco had never really believed him. He was just too nice to have a bad home life. Bad things came from bad families, that was the way he had been raised and there was nothing bad about Harry. He was reckless and powerful and a little unbalanced but never bad. Not the type to hurt a defenseless child most certainly. Draco had expected him to have been pampered and loved, not mistreated and forgotten.
“No… I won’t.” Harry looked up through his dark bangs. “There are some lessons that shouldn’t be forgotten.” A shadow passed behind his eyes. “And some other things I hope I can never forget.”
Draco nodded in understanding and clamped tightly on Harry’s hand. Neither spoke of what they were giving up although it weighed heavy between them. Something had changed indescribably and they didn’t know if it would be there the next time they saw each other… if they ever did see each other again. Could it just go back to the way it was? It seemed impossible feeling the way they did, but without their memories… he didn’t want it to change again. This was just so right.
“Are you going to tell me how you can be part dragon,” Harry finally spoke breaking the growing silence. “Or are you going to leave me with these disturbing mental images of a dragon and a human doing it?”
Draco made a face. “Why do I put up with you?” He muttered, secretly glad he had something to distract his own depressing thoughts. “Well, you know about the Fae.” It was a statement more than anything but at Harry’s blank look Draco sighed and elaborated. “Since you were raised by muggles I suppose you wouldn’t know. This is knowledge passed through pureblood families. Something you would have grown up learning from bedtimes stories and such, although they hold more truth then most wizard kind knows.” He smirked smugly.
“The Fae are something like ancients in the magical world. They’re a powerful race from a realm parallel to ours that has the ability to shape shift. All the magical creatures of Earth are descendants of the Fae and all magic is rumored to originate from them. They supposedly released it upon the Earth as result from their very presence. When humans started overrunning the Earth, the Fae mated with choice humans that had innate magical abilities to create the pureblood wizarding houses.” He frowned at Harry’s sleepy yawn. “It’s not that boring Potter. I think it’s rather fascinating, mostly because of my ancestry… In fact the Potter line has been traced to the Scion hippogriff line which possibly explains why you get along so well with those vicious beasts.”
Harry snorted, opened his mouth to make a snide comment about the personalities of dragons, and then snapped it shut when Draco’s words sank in. “Uh… wait, I’m part hippogriff?” It was now Harry’s turn to make a face. “That’s messed up.” He looked down at himself as if expecting to sprout feathers and hooves. “How come I’ve never heard about this? For all I know I could sprout a tail when my birthday comes around in a few weeks… er, I’m not going to sprout a tail am I?” He gulped looking slightly panicked.
“Relax,” Draco assured. “It’s rare for people to go through physical transformations now a days. Most all wizards have a natural awakening of their powers and a lot of them will probably look a little different… you know taller, prettier, more graceful, things which reflect their fae heritage, but few sprout anything. You need to be fairly pureblooded and have a hell of a lot of magic for that…” He trailed off shooting Harry a furtive side-glance.
Harry groaned and thumped his head back against the desk. “If it makes you feel better, you won’t remember what I just said so you won’t have to worry about it.” Draco offered half-heartedly.
“Right, because waking up one day and realizing I have feathers and a tail is so much better.” Harry snapped.
“Actually, it’s not that simple.” Draco sighed. “It’ll hurt like hell, possibly for days, even weeks depending on your power. It can start right on your birthday or weeks before or after, it depends on the person. I’m really not looking forward to my exritus… it’s already here though.” Draco looked at his hand. “I can feel the shifts in my magic.” He sighed wearily then a silly lopsided grin struck him. At least he wouldn’t be the only one to have to go through this like he had thought originally. Although there were other pureblood children coming into their sixteenth year with the potential to transform, few had the power to start and survive the process. “We are so going to make fun of each other next year.” He snickered. “We’ll both be stuck walking around with wings and claws and you’ll be all depressed and self-conscious, hiding in the shadows.”
Harry glared but couldn’t suppress his smile at how true the statement was. “Yeah, while you preen your feathers and act like you’re some kind of prince.” He giggled at Draco’s indignant huff. “And you just know it will end up as a competition between us.” Harry continued happily.
“Right,” Draco hummed. “I’m sure Weasley will need to prove you’re stronger than me and set something up. He’s always so desperate to prove himself through you.”
“Actually I was thinking you’d get all stupidly jealous and competitive like you always do.” Harry countered lightly. Draco squawked; his cheeks tinting as he struggled for a suitable comeback. He knew Harry was right but it didn’t mean he had to admit it.
Harry smiled at his ability to fluster the normally composed boy. It was nice to just be able to talk with him. Hell, it was nice to be able to talk with anyone after weeks of silence, but playing nice with Malfoy just seemed to make everything feel right and warm.
He pulled the hand still clasped with Draco’s up. “Manicured, should have known. Yeah, you’d totally preen… you’d possibly strut too. You know, you look kinda glowy… your skin…” Without warning he dipped his head and licked a long trail up the pale hand. “Tastes good too.”
Draco’s breath hitched, his silver eyes regarding him in awe. “You’re insane.”
“Probably. I did just lick your hand.” Harry beamed.
“You just licked my hand.” Breathing was definitely strained.
Harry tilted his head sideways. “I thought we established this?”
“… Do it again.”
“What?”
“Please?” Draco persisted.
“Alright, now you’re just scaring me. You never say please.” He sucked on a smooth knuckle, his tongue teasing over and over again.
Draco shuddered, head tipping back. “Hell… that shouldn’t feel like that.”
“Come here.” Harry tugged lightly.
Draco carefully met the heated gaze. It would make three. “Are you sure I won’t hurt you? You’re pretty much one big bruise.”
“No pain, I block it out.” Harry didn’t pressure… nor did he release Draco’s hand.
“That’s rather convenient.”
“Hmm, doesn’t help me heal though.”
“…” Would it count if he didn’t remember?
At this point he realized he didn’t actually care.
“You can still feel other stuff, right?” Draco pulled closer, grinning wickedly. Harry nodded mutely, eyes widening.
“Good.” He then proceeded to snog the injured Gryffindor senseless. Somewhere, some pureblood’s dowry was getting smaller and smaller as each kiss broke a rule in his intended marriage contract but Draco honestly didn’t care. He’d gladly marry a dirt-poor muggle for this… and later kill them if possible to get back to Harry.
“I have a plan.” Draco moaned into a heated kiss.
“S’ok… whatever...”
“Potter, I have a plan… a spell.”
Harry pulled back to eye the dazed blonde. “Yeah?”
“Yeah… uh, just follow my lead.” Draco pressed forward and continued their kiss, his hands sliding up Harry’s torso. His questing fingers slip down again to find the hem of his shirt and pulled it hard, the seams tearing in places.
“Malfoy… that’s my shirt!” Harry laughed, holding tight to the oversized monstrosity.
Draco kissed his smile and tugged harder. “I realize that Potter. Now you have to realize that it must burn. It’s dirty and bloodied and altogether horrible and it must be destroyed.”
“I need a shirt, Malfoy. I’ll be cold.” He squirmed under Draco’s cheating fingers. “Tickling won’t work!” Harry glared determinedly.
“Nonsense, I’ll keep you warm. Come on, off with it.” He tugged the tent up and pressed his hand against Harry’s stomach. “See? Nice and warm— shit.” His smile fell.
Harry stilled, following Draco’s gaze. “…It’s not that bad. I really can block out all the pain.” He whispered.
But it doesn’t help him heal.
Draco continued to stare at his Golden Boy’s battered torso. “It really doesn’t hurt?” He asked again, running his hands lightly up Harry’s sides.
“Not a bit.”
He nodded absentmindedly. “You’re quite the scrawny bugger. I thought I was bad.” He murmured as he eyed Harry’s torso. It had taken a moment but there in the center of his chest Draco had found a flash of pure, uninjured skin. It was hardly the size of his palm.
“Alright, this spot is mine.” He claimed, pointing to the glistening patch of skin.
“Umm… okay. If you want it, it’s yours.” Harry smiled, humoring him.
“I want it.” He bent over, lips a breath away from the smooth skin. He looked up to meet interested green. “It won’t hurt?”
Harry hesitated, the grey eyes burning in a way he had never seen before. “I’ll be fine,” He breathed. “Do what you want.”
Draco lowered his eyes and pressed tenderly to the unbruised skin. He could feel Harry’s pulse, strong and reassuring under his trembling flesh and he knew he would live. This spot was his and he’d ensure that Harry would know it weeks after their memories had left them. He whispered the spell into Harry’s chest, the words absorbed by the translucent flesh.
“Malfoy, what are you— Hell!” Harry gaped silently as his whole body jerked off the floor. He shot his good hand out to steady himself but Draco’s teeth quickly forced him down to the floor. “Oh gods… that’s… gods…!” He watched as Draco held him down, blood spilling from the lush mouth as he continued to suck furiously at his flesh until it blossomed purple. Chaotic fire exploded with each shattered breath. He stared blindly at the ceiling, unable to do much of anything else as he was drugged with intense pleasure. His only anchor was the heated weight grinding against his body.
“Alright there?” Draco finally gasped, pulling away to view his artwork.
“I think… I think I may have died.” Harry moaned, still staring up blankly. “What the hell was that?” He blinked, and turned his eyes down to stare at the boy resting on his chest. “Malfoy …I don’t think I can move.”
“Mmmm, don’t be such a baby.” Draco murmured lapping lightly at the beautiful mark now emblazoned on Harry’s chest that dulled all the others in comparison. “Come on and sit up. You have to do me next.”
“Demanding git.” Harry smiled. “Err… really though, I can’t move.”
Snickering, Draco crawled up Harry’s prone form. “I guess it was too much in your condition.” He gently pulled the grimy shirt back down and lifted Harry up into a sitting position. “How do you feel?”
“Bloody brilliant.” He pushed Draco’s robes back to work on the formidable buttons. “You know what we should do? We should use that great portkey of yours and get the hell away from all of this. No Voldemort, no Dumbledore, no nothing.”
“Just you, me, and the sunshine?” He batted Harry’s fumbling hand and tore away at the shirt; two-hundred-galleon spider-silk be damned. “I refuse to go to the Americas… I’m open to Australia though.”
“Sounds good… what’s wrong with the Americas?”
“Let’s not start on that right now.” Draco sighed and sat up straighter in Harry’s lap. “Make sure you bite down hard or it won’t work.”
Harry slipped his hand over the startling white skin. “… It’ll hurt.”
“I’ll be fine.” Draco quivered pulling closer. “It can’t be worse than the scrapes we’ve gotten into.”
“Oh, it’s much better than that.” He couldn’t help but breathe in the unique aroma that was Draco Malfoy. He really did look like he was glowing a bit. “We were brutal.”
“I dunno, that time last year when I decided to beat the smug out of you on the quidditch field after the Ravenclaw match was pretty hot.”
“Malfoy!” Harry gaped up at the grinning blonde. “You didn’t just say that!”
“Come on… rolling around in the rain, sopping wet, covered in mud and tangled up together… seems like a Gryffindor’s idea of a good time. Actually, as I recall you didn’t have any qualms with biting me back then.”
“Only because you kneed me in the balls.” Harry growled. “As I recall you completely deserved it.”
“That I did… as I do now. Just remember what a nasty little prat I am and focus on making me pay.”
Harry noted the defensive smirk Draco was hiding behind. He could sense his fear. “It won’t feel like you think. It’s kinda, really amazing.”
“Spare me.” Draco rolled his eyes but he did relaxed a bit. “Just get it over with.”
Harry sighed and breathed in the blonde’s scent again. “Just relax.” He assured softly, kissing the trembling flesh. He could feel Draco’s breath hitch with the contact and when he glanced up he found the boy watching him with that same intense look as before. His pulsed quickened and he kissed the smooth flesh again, exactly where Draco had marked him on his chest, and then bit down gently.
First hour into their relationship and they were matching like some doe-eyed couple…
“Potter,” Draco gasped into his bowed head. “It’s not going to work unless you bite down harder…”
“Slowly, Malfoy; it won’t hurt as much.” He kept nipping; waiting for a more encouraging response then the flinches and yelps Draco had been giving him so far.
“Yes it will. I’ll just be- ah… insane by this damn torture by the time you’re through!” Draco managed to grit out.
“Listen Malfoy, if there is one thing I know, it’s pain.” Harry murmured, causing Draco to whimper from the sensation. Promising. He latched his mouth onto the spot, laving his flesh slowly until Draco grasped his shoulders tightly with a cry.
“Harry…!”
He would have laughed at how quickly Draco had gotten over his incessant fear but having his name spill from those desperate lips had sent him momentarily reeling. He grasped Draco’s waist with his uninjured hand to steady the rocking Slytherin and nipped the reddened flesh again and again. “S’alright… you’re just about there…”
Draco’s nails scrapped at Harry’s shoulders, the worn shirt ripping beneath his long fingers. “Shouldn’t… feel… like… this…” He moaned between gasps, jumping with every sharp touch of teeth and soft flicker on tongue. “Why does it… oh fuck, Harry…”
Harry moaned and bit down until the tang of blood mixed with sweat filled his senses. Draco was right; it shouldn’t feel like this. He shouldn’t have to burn from the slightest touch and loose all thought from a simple look… but he did and the boy in his arms was the only one who could break him like this… until he couldn’t let go, couldn’t breath without him… and hell, if people had to die he couldn’t care less at this point.
“Oh goddess… Harry… please!” Draco sobbed, his taunt body quaking as wave after wave of fiery tremors rocked him. He was going to die. He was going to die… and fuck he wanted more first. More of this intense white hot pleasure that would surely tear him apart, that was threatening to consume his body and Harry would have his soul… it was too much and not enough all at once and he was certainly going to die…
Harry pulled away with a cry, his own mark chaos in response to the completed spell. “Holy shit…” He panted, holding onto Draco who had collapsed in a whimpering heap in his arms. They didn’t move except for their frantic breathing and the odd tremors as they stared blankly, drifting somewhere not quite here but together so they weren’t concerned.
“What the hell was that suppose to do again?” Harry asked once his pulse had slowed to a more reasonable fervor.
“It was a bloody friendship bond.” Draco groaned, not quite the same yet. “It’s a child’s game. I’ve never tried it before but the kids from the private wizarding pre-school I went to before Hogwarts used to do it as a sign of everlasting friendship… they never fucking died over it!”
Harry let this information sink in with a bemused smile on his face. “You want to be my friend?”
Draco glared, obviously feeling a little cranky. He wasn’t particularly fond of surprises that could possibly kill him no matter how good it felt at the time. “What I want isn’t possible Potter. I will however settle for not fighting with you this year and judging by the horribly crazy reaction I’m guessing the spell worked so hopefully we can be friends at some point… Damn! I need something to show that you’re mine… and you better pray you don’t pick up another mindless girl that’s blinded by your status because memory or not, she’s dead.” That said, he slumped back onto Harry and buried his head in his shoulder.
Harry just stared thoughtfully at the bowed head. “Well, I suppose the same goes for you then. Stay away from my fangirls. I only have so many and I can’t have you competing with me on who gets to kill them.”
“…I refuse to laugh at that.” Draco muffled into his shirt.
Harry sighed and fell back against the desk. There was nothing he could say to relieve Draco’s fears. Mostly because he couldn’t think of anything to relieve his own. He decided to let the silence take them for the moment. Any minute reality would come crashing down from where it loamed above but for now they didn’t have to face it.
“…I’m honored to be your friend you know.”
“Shut up, Potter.”
“Got it.” He smiled up at the ceiling and held Draco tighter.
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