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Crossing Lines	By : KJmom827 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 11000 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The next few weeks went by in a haze of pain for Draco. Every day he sat in the same classes as Harry; who had the brilliant idea to pair Gryffindor with Slytherin for double classes anyway? Harry didn't look at him unless it was in response to some outward sign of aggression from Draco or one of his cronies. If nothing else, Draco had at least expected some sort of staring or furtive glances from the other boy. He'd been watching for it, but either he was missing it entirely, or it just wasn't happening. He stared enough himself to be almost certain that it was the latter.

Every night he relived the other boy's hateful departing words that night in the dungeons. He wasn't sure why it hurt so much. In the few milliseconds he had to think before kissing the boy who lived, he'd been able to prepare himself for rejection, expected it even. Why had it come as such as shock? Well he knew the answer to that, of course.

Harry had kissed him back, and that was something for which he hadn't been prepared. During those few short breaths they had panted against each other lips; he was sure there had been lust or something akin to it in those beautiful green eyes. When Harry had asked for an explanation with such seriousness, Draco had fumbled. He'd been, for the first time in so many years, indecisive. He wasn't sure of what it had cost him, but he was almost certain things might have gone differently if he hadn't so obviously evaded the question.

It wasn't like he'd expected Harry to confess everlasting love after their kiss, but he'd expected a little more than this nothingness. Harry was acting as if nothing had happened; he ignored Draco when possible, and when Draco prodded Harry the boy responded with venomous outbursts. It was just like it had always been between them. Well, maybe not exactly, Harry did seem to lash out with more hatred than usual, so that was something at least.

Draco had poked with all his usual insults, hoping to provoke Harry to a physical confrontation. Harry's face would go red with rage and his fists would clench at his sides. He never took more than two steps toward his target before hitting Draco with nothing more than a badly worded insult and walking away. Draco didn't want to be the first to touch, but he had to get close to Harry again and it looked as if Harry would resist indefinitely.

The problem was going to be finding a way to do it inconspicuously, or catching Harry alone. The first was probably his best option since Harry was never alone now. Since that wonderfully disastrous night three weeks ago, he'd wrapped his friends around him like a security blanket. He knew he couldn't be nice about it, that would just make Harry even more suspicious. Neither could he be cruel, that was just counterproductive, and he no longer wanted to push Harry away. He'd have to find a happy medium, and it wasn't anything he could plan. He'd just have to wait for the perfect opportunity to present itself and be ready to act.

Luckily, that moment came very quickly after he figured out what he needed to do. It was such a small thing really, but it was perfect to start with. A dropped quill during Transfiguration just as he was standing up to go speak with Professor McGonagall about tonight's assignment was his moment. Absolutely bloody marvelous, a way to start changing things and it required no real effort on his part.

Harry hadn't yet noticed he'd even dropped it. Draco knew he needed to act swiftly. As he was bending down to pick up the quill he looked up just as Harry glanced down, distrust written clearly across his face. He had to remind himself not to react to anything Harry might do or say, it wouldn't be on for the other boy to find any hidden agenda in what was meant to only be a friendly gesture.

Harry didn't say a word, just watched with narrowed eyes as Draco laid the quill next to his hand. As he pulled away to continue to the front of the class he gently brushed the back of his hand across the exposed skin of Harry's wrist. He met Harry's eyes for the briefest of moments and was slightly upset to see disbelief and anger in his eyes.

Was it really that hard to believe that he was capable of doing nice things? Harry's anger was completely unjustified even if it did have a very sturdy foundation to stand on. Well, he'd just have to work harder; he'd known this wouldn't be easy, but he was a Malfoy. Malfoys didn't simply give up because something was difficult or seemed unattainable, that only made it so much more worth having or doing.

Draco returned to his room later that night to find one of the huge black Malfoy owls perched on his the slightly open top drawer of his dresser. It was news from his father, he was sure of it and it made him very reluctant to read, much less take it into his possession.

During the last Holiday he'd spent at the Manor he'd learned more about the Dark Lord than he'd ever wanted to know. His father had been insistent that he know how to act, walk, talk, and cower before a man that was no longer supposed to exist in wizard form. He'd constantly asked why but his father had deemed it necessary for him to learn, but not so much for him to have an explanation. So, he'd had to be sneaky.

Igor Karkaroff had come for a visit late one night and Draco found an opportunity to enhance his knowledge and had done so with no qualms. If one couldn't ask for and receive what one wanted, then one simply must find another way. He knew that if the roles were reversed his father would do the very same thing, so why should he feel guilty?

"Igor, how….. pleased I am to see you again." Lucius didn't sound pleased, he sounded rather angry and slightly put out by the unannounced visitor. A Malfoy was nothing if not gracious when receiving a desired guest regardless of invitation, so Draco knew this man was not someone his father wanted to see, at all.

"Lucius, I must speak with you." Draco could hear the nervousness in the man's voice clearly through the wall, the sound amplifying charm that he'd cast with his unregistered wand was working like, well, a charm. He'd been practicing magic this way since he was a child of only three, he hadn't been caught yet. Malfoys were also quite adept at twisting around the rules.

"Igor, I think it best if we have no contact. Even your being here puts my family and me in grave danger, surely you realize that?"

"He's coming back. He grows stronger everyday. What are we to do?" The man was almost hysterical now. Draco winced at the tremor in his voice, he knew his father wouldn't react kindly to that.

"We will do nothing. I will answer his call when it comes. You must make your own choices as you have done in the past. I would remind you to bear in mind that Death Eaters do not take kindly to betrayal; the Dark Lord finds it even more distasteful. Your days are numbered Igor. If I were you, I would leave this instant; if He returns he will be most displeased with me for allowing you to leave at all. Fortunately for you, as it stands, He cannot yet guarantee my safety should I reap vengeance, that may well be my saving grace."

"Lucius….."

"Leave Igor, now or I will have you escorted out. There will be no mercy for you."

Draco shook his head as he pulled himself back to the present and the envelope that seemed extraordinarily heavy in his hand. Well, there was nothing for it, it must be read, with trepidation he broke the wax seal bearing the Malfoy crest. The parchment almost seemed to burn his hands as he unfolded it and began to read.
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