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Flaw in the Blood	By : ColdWaterFairy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4287 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: Thank you DG for helping my computer stupid self figure out why all my chapter wasn't showing.
I watched dispassionately as Severus knelt at my feet. "Do you have anything to report?"

"There is a growing rift between Dumbledore and Potter. It seems the boy feels he's being led to the slaughter. He has already defied Dumbledore and left the safe house. I'm sure he can be encouraged to leave again."

"Excellent." Sssth. "And what of the Malfoy heir?"

"He remains uncommunicative and withdrawn."

"I want him back, Severus. Let him know that I don't hold Lucius' failings against him. That he'd be welcomed back with open arms."

"Will do, my lord."

I waved my hand in dismissal. A movement caught my eye and turn my head. "Nagini!"

Nagini pulled back away from the prisoner on the floor. Getting up, I walked over to the body. The Muggle lay lifeless on the floor. I gave the body a kick; still nothing. I cast Ennervate and he came around. Nagini hissed and I smiled. "Of course, my pet."

The Muggle started to scream before I'd even turned my back.

The feeling of a hand over my mouth jerked me awake. Struggling to get away, I lashed out blindly.

"Harry. Harry, stop. Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you."

Dragging in air, I oriented myself. Malfoy was leaning over me, restraining my arms. "He wants you."

"Potter, you're not making any sense."

"Voldemort. He was telling Snape he wanted you back in the fold."

He looked at me incredulously. "How do you know this?"

I looked away from him. His grip tightened on my wrists. "We have a connection, Voldemort and I. Sometimes I slip into his head."

"I'd heard rumors…." He let go of my wrists, his hands trailing down my arms. I shivered.

"Why do you think they're so desperate to have me learn Occlumency?"

"With good reason, Potter." Malfoy looked scared.

Without thought, I touched his arm. "Don't worry, Malfoy, you're safe here with us. Dumbledore won't let him have you."

"He may not have much choice."

Sitting up, I reached for my glasses. "Why do you say that?"

"If Severus doesn't take me back, the Dark Lord will punish him. Your group can't afford to lose him as a spy."

"As much as I think Snape is a bastard, I don't think he'll hand you over."

Running a hand over his face, Malfoy replied, "We should try and get some sleep." He moved back over to his bed. I wanted to comfort him, but I had no idea how. The sun was peeking over the horizon when we both finally slept.
I felt the calm that takes over me when I stop trying to control my magic and just let it flow. Malfoy and I were dueling. When we first started I beat him every time; now that he'd been training as well as watching me, there was a good chance he might beat me. One of the reasons I enjoyed dueling with Malfoy over Ron (though I would never admit it) is that he had finesse. It wasn't just standing still and blocking spells. At first Malfoy struggled not to use Dark magic. It was good to know that he hadn't changed too much.

I smiled as he feinted to the right, and I ducked and swiveled, shooting off a Stunning spell. It just narrowly missed him. He was quick to return fire. Breathing hard, I dipped below his normal firing range and sent off a Leg-Lock Hex. When he fell over face-first, I strolled over casually and helped him up. Due to his immobilization, he leaned heavily on me. I cancelled the spell, and the next thing I knew I was on my back with Malfoy on top of me.

"Ha, Malfoy. You thought you'd get one over on Harry. Weren't expecting his lightening-fast reflexes to take you down, too," Ron chortled.

Lifting himself up on his hands, he looked down at me. "I'll get you one day, Potter. Watch yourself." He gave me a smirk. Our limbs were entwined, his thigh resting in between mine. I shifted so that his knee no longer pressed against my groin.

After we had separated, I worried that others might think it was weird that Malfoy didn't immediately move off me. Ron couldn't shut up about how I'd bested Malfoy and how he deserved it. As annoyed as I was with his crowing, I was just happy he wasn't asking me if I was hot for Malfoy.

I still needed to report to Dumbledore that I had slipped into Voldemort's head again. I hesitated to do so, telling myself that surely Snape had already reported to him about the meeting. I was selfish in not wanting to tell anyone. My Occlumency lessons were still going nowhere. It took everything I had not to show Snape the encounter between Ginny and me. As it was, he still saw us kissing. It didn't help that Malfoy seemed to better at Occlumency than I. It made me more determined than ever to learn, especially after seeing Malfoy's face when I told him about the connection.

When dinner was over I went to my room to read. I made eye contact with Malfoy on my way out and motioned for him to follow me. When I got to the room, I almost tripped on a shirt. Malfoy was not as fastidious as one might expect. I tossed the shirt on his cot. Frowning, I looked at his bed, surprised that he hadn't complained by now. I heard a noise behind me.

"I'll talk to Sirius about getting a bed for you."

"Is that why you wanted me to come up here—to talk about furniture?"

"No, I wanted to ask if you would help me Occlude."

He looked taken aback. "And what would be the benefit to me?" he asked, shutting the door.

I rolled my eyes. "How about an uninterrupted night's sleep?" He didn't reply. "Fine, what can I possibly give you?"

"Oh, you'd be surprised. I'll settle for you keeping your word about teaching me to harness my innate power."

I pondered the first part of his comment and then let it go. "All right, but it has to be on a day we're not training. It's too draining."

"Sounds fair, and to show I have faith, I'll start helping you tonight."

He went and sat on the bed. "Well, come on." I went over and sat on the bed across from him. "Close your eyes."

I hesitated and he ran his hand over my face, closing them for me. "The thing I've noticed the most in our lessons is that you have very strong feelings about Snape—" I snorted— "and because of that, his viewing your memories makes you more agitated."

I wanted to say, you think so? but instead I said, "You think my emotion are any less strong when it comes to you?"

"No, but you've approached me for help. I think it will be easier because of that."

"Can I open my eyes now?"

"Keep them closed. I want you to take several deep breaths in and out. Focus on clearing your mind."

Heaving an internal sigh, I breathed in and out. It was hard to clear my mind. I seemed to be hyper-aware of Malfoy's presence. I smelled the shampoo and soap we both used, and I acutely heard the rustle of his clothing. I wanted desperately to move further away.

"You're not clearing your mind, I can tell."

Why did I ask him for help again? "I'm trying," I snapped.

"Starting by counting back from fifty. When a thought comes up, look at it…then push it away."

Easier said than done. I began counting and did my best to ignore how stupid I felt. By the time I got to eighteen it wasn't so hard to push thoughts away. I inhaled deeply and breathed out.

"Good. Now open your eyes." He was sitting further away than before. "I want you to do your best to build a wall inside your head. I found it helpful to picture a door closing and locks clicking shut."

I pictured a brick wall in my head. "Okay."

"Ready?" he asked. I nodded. "Legilimens!"

Malfoy's entrance wasn't painful, like Snape's, but it wasn't any less forceful. I felt him poking around. It was only a minute later when the brick wall disintegrated and he was seeing my memories. A flash of Remus teaching me back in third year, me showing Ron my scar, riding the Knight Bus; a new memory was just starting to form when Malfoy disengaged.

"Your shield isn't strong enough. You became distracted when I broke it, and instead of pushing me out, you let your emotions take over."

"You said build a wall, and I did."

Malfoy gave a sigh of exasperation. "I'm going to be able to shatter your barrier, at least for a little while. Get used to it. Instead of focusing on keeping me out, try to push me out once I'm in."

Once again I pictured a brick wall, and once again he was able to break it. I focused my energy on pushing him out, watching helplessly as scenes of my life played out. In an effort to distract Malfoy I channeled my magic into controlling what he saw instead of trying to force him out. I thought of the infamous handshake, him turning into a ferret, us dueling in second year, and before I could stop myself, me sliding his shirt off. I panicked and before I knew it I had thrown him out. I was up and off the bed in the next second.

"Good, you were able to push me out. Nice idea to distract me."

I looked at him. He didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with me bringing up the memory of me undressing him. I wasn't going to tell him it had been an accident, that thoughts of him regularly led to that image. I sat back on the bed. "I think we should try it again. I'm not sure what I did to throw you out," I admitted.

"If you want."

He wasted no time demolishing my Occlumency shield. I was worried about him seeing me undress him again, that I had no control. Images came and went in no apparent order. When scenes of Ginny and me started, I resigned myself. At least we weren't looking at the events in the bathroom. I couldn't believe Malfoy was watching me make out and fondle—oh shit—getting sucked. It was he who shot off the bed this time.

"Uh, sorry about that. I kept waiting for you to kick me out."

"I told you, I'm not sure how I did it." We looked everywhere but at each other.

"Maybe you could try it on me," he suggested.

I knew the only reason he was offering was because he felt bad about what he'd seen, which surprised me. He'd never shown any courtesy towards me before. Luckily for me, I was more curious than polite. "All right."

He showed me the wand movement, watching as I practiced. When I was ready, I motioned for him to sit. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them I wasted no time. "Legilimens!"

His shield was much harder to break than mine had been. When I finally managed it, I only saw mundane incidents. I pushed harder, willing his mind to bend to my will. Finally I was able to bypass the mundane and see memories of his childhood: Malfoy playing pranks on guests at a party, chasing house-elves. It was intoxicating to see someone else in a way you never had before. I wanted more. Soon I was seeing his life at Hogwarts, Quidditch practices, Potions lessons, visits to Hogsmeade. I could feel him trying to push me out. I knew the right thing to do would be to disengage, but I like a glutton, I needed more. I delved deeper until I came upon the scenes of him kissing Pansy, his hand running up her thigh. I wasn't interested in seeing him make out with that pug-faced twit, and I was about to leave when the image of Malfoy kissing Blaise came up.

My body jerked in reaction. What did it mean? I tried to leave, but I found I couldn't. I watched as Zabini sat in a chair and Malfoy climbed into his lap and then impaled himself on Zabini's cock. I tried again to disengage but it didn't work. My pulse kicked into overdrive when I saw Malfoy grab the arm of the chair and arch his back, his face a mixture of pleasure and pain. I forced my eyes closed so I wouldn't have to see any more, and broke the connection.

The headache that resulted was so painful that I clutched my head and groaned. On the heels of the pain came nausea. I staggered to the bathroom, my vision blurred by black spots. I didn't make it to the toilet before I was sick. I slid down the cabinet and slumped to the floor. It was then that I noticed Malfoy standing just outside the door. I wanted to apologize for seeing so much, but I was afraid that if I opened my mouth I'd be sick again.

"Really, Potter, I would have thought that after all you've experienced, two guys fucking would be nothing."

I could tell he was angry and hurt at my perceived reaction to his memory. I forced myself up and brushed my teeth. He was nowhere in sight when I staggered back to my bed. I examined my feelings. I had been shocked by what I had seen, not disgusted. I felt confusion, because...shouldn't I?

Hermione came to check on me before bed. "Draco said you weren't feeling well. Are you okay?"

That was surprising to hear. "Yeah, Malfoy and I were practicing Occlumency on each other. I got trapped in his head, and when I finally disengaged my head just exploded with pain. It made me sick."

Hermione rubbed my back and asked if she should get Mrs. Weasley. I shook my head no. She left shortly afterward. I waited for Malfoy to return so I could explain to him what had happened, but I was so exhausted that my eyes kept falling shut, and finally I just gave in.

I awoke in a fog. I heard a dresser drawer open and then close. The sound of a zipper had me opening my eyes. Malfoy was shirtless; his back was to me and he was undoing his denims. He must have felt my gaze because he turned around. I looked at him. I hadn't seen his body since that first night. Most of his scars were gone except for a few. My eyes tracked down his torso until I got to the undone denims.

"Like what you see, Harry?" he asked as he pushed them off his hips.

It took me a moment to process his question. I pushed myself up into a sitting position. "I'm sorry about earlier. I wasn't sick because of what I saw. When I disengaged, I got a migraine."

He stared at me, trying to gauge my sincerity. "Are you not also sorry for pushing past my barriers to see what was obviously none of your business?"

I flushed at his accusation. He was right. How did I explain that I just hadn't cared, that my curiosity had got the best of me? "I'm sorry." I couldn't meet his eyes.

When he moved to stand in front of me, I jerked my head up. "Could it be because you liked what you saw?"

"What? No! I—"

My response was cut off by his lips. One of his hands came up to rest on my shoulder and the other cupped the back of my head, holding me steady. His lips moved on mine. I couldn't believe this was happening. I put my hand on his chest, but whether to push him away or just to touch him I'll never know, because Malfoy chose that moment to pull away. The kiss seemed to have lasted forever, but I knew it was really only seconds. He was looking at me, trying to judge my reaction. I wasn't sure how to react. He eyes were bright, and when his tongue came out to swipe along his bottom lip, I bolted and locked myself in the bathroom. My heart was racing and I felt tingly. I hadn't been this scared in a long time.
AN: Here you go thrnbrooke, sorry it took me so long.

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