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All These Things That I've Done	By : undeademopixi Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3840 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Jo Rowling does. I make no money off writing this, I just like to mess with the character's lives.

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Ch4. Trust In Me

If you say you can trust somebody you are admitting to a thing more powerful than love. This is why trust is such a strong word.

-Unknown

“Harry! Harry, please, wake up!”

Draco stirred awake to the sounds of Granger, as she stood over Potter, hissing at him in an urgent whisper.

“What’s happening?”

Draco asked gruffly, and at the sound of his voice, Potter’s eyes snapped open, and he sat bolt upright, wand at the ready. Draco shuddered. He hated to think what it meant that the sound of his voice had that kind of effect on the golden boy.

Granger took a step back, but did not stop talking, addressing Harry with the answer to Draco’s own question.

“Harry, there are snatchers outside. They’re all spread out through the forest. I heard them talking. Harry, Greyback’s with them… They said he can smell Malfoy’s blood.”

“What?!”

Draco exclaimed, jumping to his feet. Harry grabbed him and pulled him down onto his own bed, covering his mouth with one strong hand and hissing at him to be quiet. Draco listened intently, and slowly he began to hear the shouted voices as they drifted through the forest. They sounded faint, as if they were coming from some long distance, but Draco knew that that was an illusion brought on by strong wards, and thin tent fabric. They were close.

Harry let Draco go, and hastened to his feet, throwing his pillow at the still sleeping Weasley as he did.

“Ron, wake up mate. We have to leave!”

Hermione explained what was happening to him as they all gathered their things together.

“How long will it take them to get through your wards?”

Draco asked in a fevered whisper.

“If they find out exactly where we are… seven minutes, give or take.”

Granger hissed back.

“And we’ll have to collapse the wards before we can apperate away anyway!”

“Are you out of your mind?!”

Draco exclaimed, beyond uncomfortable with that idea!

“Oi, how else do you think we’re going to get out of here ferret? Four people cannot apperate out of these wards, especially not with one of them being splinched not 48 hours ago, we’d be shredded by the magic.”

“Well what about just you three then?”

Harry looked at him sharply.

“We’re not splitting up!”

“Potter, it looks like we have to. Besides, there’s something else to consider here. The Dark Lord thinks I know his dirty little secret. And if he finds out that I’ve taken up with your little circus, he’ll believe that I’ve told you… exactly how much harder is this going to become if that happens?!”

Hermione made a face of grudging acceptance, and Weasley just shrugged. Potter looked very unhappy… If he was honest, Draco wasn’t actually thrilled about the idea either!

“How will you catch up with us?”

Harry asked, sounding triumphant, as if he had just crushed Draco’s idea. Almost out of the pure desire to be contradictory to Potter’s wishes, Draco came up with a plan in an instant.

“Go to number 3 Tipping st. East London. They won’t look for you there. I’ll let them see me, then catch up with you. DO NOT wait longer that half an hour! If I haven’t turned up by then, I’m either dead or I’ve been captured. If they interrogate me I WILL tell them where you are, rather I want to or not. I don’t need to remind you that they are very good at what they do.”

Harry nodded curtly, then looked at Draco sideway… hesitating. Draco wondered if it was because Harry didn’t trust him, or perhaps if it was something else. Was he crazy to think that that there was legitimate worry in Harry’s eyes. He wanted to make some snide inquiry about it, but outside the sound of the searching snatchers was growing louder by the second. Draco and Harry’s eyes met for the briefest moment, and Draco saw something gentle there. It fluttered timidly, as if afraid to state itself with any certainty. Draco stored the image away for later inspection. For right now, he just followed Harry’s lead out of the tent.

Hermione returned the tent to her bag with one fluid wave of her wand. From outside the fuzzy line of their boundaries, the blurred sights and sounds of at least ten snatchers made Draco’s throat go dry. In his head, there was a rapid-fire mental play by play, that involved a lot of him in intense pain, and he took a moment to berate himself for such a moronic idea.

‘You’ve taken up with Gryffindors, and their idiocracy has rubbed off on you already!’

He thought, but then Harry’s voice brought him back to reality.

“You know that as soon as we leave, they’re going to be all over you. Don’t wait around longer than necessary, and do NOT engage them unless you have no choice.”

He was whispering and their faces were very close together, and Draco felt a strange fluttering in his chest.

“Come on Potter, I’m no Gryffindor, I’m not the hero.”

Weasley leaned in and interrupted Draco’s next thought.

“Listen Ferret, if you’re trying to trick us into a trap-”

“Then you’ll be dead before you ever see me again, so don’t bother making threats Weasley!”

Draco snapped, then turned to Hermione, once again efficiently cutting the Weasley off.

“Take care of these two Granger, it’s clear that you’re the brains of this operation.”

Hermione looked shocked but nodded, and did her best to give him a smile.

Before Harry linked arms with the other two, he gripped Draco’s shoulder for the briefest moment. Draco’s skin would be tingling for hours.

Harry spun, and the three of them vanished. There was a WHOOSH, followed by disorienting feeling of magic rushing through him as the wards were all sucked into the spot where the trio had vanished… and Draco was suddenly very exposed.

From all around Draco came the sound of laughter… some of the voices he recognized, and he began to feel like his blood was boiling. He gripped his wand, his promise not to play the hero was almost forgotten, when Greyback spoke.

“Well, well, well! Looks like we found ourselves a little lost Snake… I think we should take this one back with us boys. I’m sure he’s awfully homesick.”

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Apparating out of their wards was a highly uncomfortable experience. The rubber tube that apparition squeezed the body through seemed to have shrunk two sizes, and rather than being over with in seconds, it seemed to stretch on and on, until Harry felt sure they would be stuck in this limbo like hell forever. But at last, with a sickening lurch, they came spitting out of the abyss, and were deposited onto the dusty floor of one of the most dismal little rooms Harry had ever seen.

“Where the hell are we?!”

Ron spluttered, coughing on the thick layer of dust that coated everything in the room. Harry and Hermione looked around, gaining their bearings. The walls of the room seemed to be comprised solely of shelves, and on them sat jars and jars of the most revolting dark artifacts that Harry had ever seen. Punctuating the jars were several large books, bound in dark foreboding leather. The only obvious light source in the room was a small grimy window near the top of one of the walls. There was a door next to it, but no light came from beneath it. A strange green glow seemed to emanate from the shelves, illuminating all that the dreary light from the window could not. In the center of the room was a long mahogany table, ten plain chairs ringing it. They were the only furniture.

“I don’t like this place. I can FEEL the dark magic in the air.”

Ron said quietly as he walked towards the table. When he got close enough to see the top he stopped dead in his tracks and stared, a look of cold fury on his long face.

“Harry, look.”

Harry took a few steps forward and looked down onto the table top. The gruesome figure of a dark mark was etched into the wood, and Harry felt his heart drop into the region of his stomach. A cold black fury gripped his insides and obliterated all coherent thought.

“That little snake! He sent us to a death eater safe house! We’ve got to get out of here, NOW!”

Harry nodded tersely, his jaw was clenching, and he seemed to be either unwilling or unable to speak through his rage.

“Boys, wait a moment.”

“What’s to wait on Hermione?! Would you like us to just sit down to a cup of tea while we wait for Malfoy to bring his back up?!”

Harry snarled in response, pacing back and forth while holding tightly to the horcrux that he had been wearing sense the previous night.

“Hey, don’t snap at Hermione just because you put your trust in the wrong person!”

Ron shouted, stepping in front of Harry and stopping his pacing.

“That’s funny Ron, because I didn’t hear you coming up with any ideas! Pretty easy to say that someone else is wrong when you never have ANYTHING productive to add!”

“Oh, because listening to the littlest death eater’s commands has been SO productive!”

“BOYS!”

Hermione screamed, and in her anger a few of the jars on the shelves shattered, spilling their viscous contents onto the floor. Both boys froze, mouths open, insults dying in their throats.

“Would you two lunk heads stop fighting long enough to take a look around?! What do you see?”

They both stared at her, blank faced, and she rubbed her eyes wearily.

“Everything in here is covered in dust, and the air smells musty and stale… NO ONE’S BEEN IN HERE FOR WEEKS! Maybe even months. He sent us to a death eater safe house that is NO LONGER IN USE. Quite brilliant really, I mean who would think to look for us here?”

Harry blinked in shock for a moment, then he felt a slow smile creep onto his face.

“Brilliant.”

Ron merely huffed. Sulkily, he grabbed one of the chairs from the table, pulled it to the farthest corner of the room, and sat down, resolutely refusing to look at either of them. Harry ignored this childishness. He was so happy now that he could almost call it euphoria. As Hermione wandered off to the book shelves muttering about using the tomes for “Defensive strategies” Harry stood and contemplated the reason for this sudden happiness.

He realized that the utter rage that had consumed him at the thought of Draco betraying them was yet another unexpected emotion. After all, hadn’t part of him suspected that the Slytherin was false right from the beginning? Sure, his talk of revenge was believable, and it pulled at Harry’s own personal reasons for fighting against Voldemort, but surely if Draco were trying to trick them, he would know that, and use it to his advantage in a heartbeat!

And now Draco had actually proven himself in the heat of a potential battle. He had stayed behind and risked his own life to allow them to get to safety. Harry understood that he was happy because Draco was now a potentially very powerful ally. He was happy because there was now one more wand in the fight.

With this knowledge, another emotion overtook Harry so suddenly it made his knees week, and forced him to sit down at the gruesome table.

How much time had passed sense their arrival? 10 minutes, 15? Harry was unsure, but however long it had been, he felt sure that Draco should have turned up by now. What could have happened? Was Draco already dead or worse, and better still, was Harry himself to blame? He asked himself, if Ron or Hermione had offered themselves up for such a dangerous plan, would he have left them behind? The answer was obvious, and it made his stomach turn.

‘Shit, if he’s dead, then it’s my fault! ‘

Aloud to Ron and Hermione, he allowed some of his worry to show.

“… I have to go back for him.”

Ron glanced at him, but said nothing, his expression unreadable. Hermione had a look of knowing pity in her eyes, and Harry hated (not for the first time) how perceptive she could be.

“Oh, Harry, I knew you would feel that way, but to be honest, it’s probably much too late for that. He’s either on his way here, or to some other closer safe house, or...”

“Or he’s dead, and us going back would only make us just as dead.”

Ron finished coldly. Harry shook his head, unwilling to accept that.

“That stupid bastard just risked his neck to save us, He can’t die before we thank him!”

Harry replied. Why was his throat so tight? Surely it was the stress of waiting that was causing the pressure to build in his chest, and the stinging sensation in his eyes.

Ron just shrugged, and looked back at the wall, clearly lost in his own thoughts. Hermione went back to perusing the books, occasionally casting concerned glances over her shoulder at Harry, who was drilling holes into the floor with his eyes. In silence they waited and waited, until Hermione came to stand in front of Harry.

“Harry, it’s been well over half an hour. Malfoy said that we shouldn’t wait this long, if he’s been captured, then we need to leave.”

“If he’d been captured, You know who would have felt excited, felt SOMETHING about it. I would know. They don’t have him, and I won’t leave without him. You two can go on if you want to. Think of somewhere safe and send me a patronus message letting me know how to catch up with you, but I wouldn’t just leave you guys, and I’m not going to leave him!”

Hermione took a deep breath, but then a small smile came over her face and she nodded her understanding. There was a moments peaceful silence, that was spontaneously shattered by a loud crack, followed by a thump as someone apparated into midair, then fell bodily onto the large table.

Hermione let out a shriek, and Ron fell backwards out of his chair. Harry however rushed forwards to help the exhausted looking Slytherin to his feet. When he got close however, Draco scrambled back and drew his wand. Harry froze and stared at the weapon wearily.

Draco’s eyes were cool and unreadable.

“Where did we have our first conversation? before I even knew who you were.”

He asked softly. Harry smiled in understanding, while inwardly berating himself for not thinking of such a minor security overlook.

“Madame Malkin’s Robe shop. You were quite a prat about the whole conversation if I remember correctly, and I was thoroughly unimpressed with your attitude.”

Draco sneered as he lowered his wand, but there was a touch of humor to it that Harry was unused to.

“As I was thoroughly unimpressed by your lack of fashion and individuality. We were destined to be bitter rivals from the start… now that that’s decided, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THREE STILL DOING HERE?!”

Harry realized that he should have felt guilty or stupid, but all he could manage to feel was amusement mingled with a wonderful sense of relief. He began to laugh, which seemed to perturb Draco even further. They were both shocked into silence however, when Ron started to laugh as well.

“Believe me Malfoy, I would have been happy to ditch your ass here, but these two are much too NOBLE for something like that!”

Draco hid his surprise gracefully, and nodded as if this made more sense than anything he had heard all day.

“And I thought Granger was supposed to be the brains of this operation. Well done Weasley! Next time do it like a proper Slytherin and just stun these two and carry them away!”

And much to Harry’s amused shock, and Hermione’s chagrin, Ron nodded in pensive agreement.

“Of course, if you don’t go pulling anymore stupid stunts like that, this won’t be necessary. In the future, why don’t you just leave the reckless Gryffindor heroics to us, and I’ll leave the Slytherin escape tactics to you. You snakes are awfully good at escaping.”

And with a look on his face that said it was almost painful, Ron stuck out his hand for the Slytherin to take. With a similar look of pain and distaste, Draco shook Ron’s hand briefly, and the two turned away from one another, closing off any further one on one interaction.

Ron walked up to Hermione, who was staring dumbly at him, and asked about what kind of books she had found, and Draco walked up to Harry, who was still staring wide eyed at Ron as if his friend had just expressed a desire to transfer to Hufflepuff.

“I don’t understand what just happened.”

He mumbled, hoping Draco would be able to explain.

Draco chuckled darkly, and Harry was confused by the sudden shudder that ran down his spine.

“Your friend is more Slytherin than I gave him credit for. He doesn’t like me, and he probably never will, but he’s smart… ish. He knows that playing nice with me will ensure his standing with you, and also, I suspect, raise his favor with Granger. Also, he clearly is not so uncouth that he is incapable of gratitude. I DID just risk my neck for you three.”

And before he finished he leaned in closer, until he was almost whispering in Harry’s ear.

“I WILL expect some repayment in the future Potter.”

Harry shivered violently as Draco walked away from him and sat down at the table. The look on the blonde’s face was predatory, and Harry was unsure if he found that frightening or exciting. What the hell was wrong with him?! Was it possible that he was actually developing feelings for Draco Malfoy. Ignoring this rather scary thought for the time being, Harry went to sit with Draco at the table. There was much planning to be done. Harry would expect a full explanation of what had held Draco up for so long with the snatchers, but first, Harry had decided that it was time Draco know the whole truth. It was a truth that Harry was wary to part with, but whatever the consequences, Draco had earned Harry’s trust.

A.N. HEY GUYS!!! So, sorry this took so long, but I started a new, more "grown up" job, and I've found that for the first time in years I'm actually having to balance my time (as in actually sleep more than 5 hours a week!) I'll try to get in the habit of updating weekly now. As always, I welcome the feedback, and I thank you for being patient with me ;) <3
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