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Dangerous Connection	By : TheLabRat Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3199 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Please forgive the wait! It has been done for so very long now, but I simply haven't had the time! Also, I've been trying to fix the pace with which things progress as it never seems to sit well with me. Ah well, the muses do as they like, I suppose. Like it? Love it? Hate it? Review and tell me!

Now... on with the fic...

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More time passed, as it is known to do. It’s midway through the summer now... the evening of my birthday, in fact. Sitting in my chambers, drinking a glass of firewhiskey, I reread the letters that both Ron and Hermione had written me, respectively, to wish me a happy birthday. There had been gifts, of course. ‘Mione had sent a book, as usual, and Ron sent a pair of tickets to the Chudley Cannons next game. Dumbledore had also sent along a present, though I wasn’t quite sure how I felt about it. That particular Pensive sat among a string of memories I never did care to think on too long. Even if it now contained within it most precious memories of a different sort…

I’d spent nearly all evening pouring everything significant that had ever happened between Draco and I into that very Pensive. And I’d begun drinking soon after revisiting the first that I’d poured in. It was always bittersweet thinking on them. But actually seeing and feeling them once more only intensified even the slightest pull on my heartstrings a hundred fold. So I had turned back to the letters from my dearest friends for a proper distraction.

I smiled at the stark contrast of Ron’s sloppy scrawl next to Hermione’s perfect loops and set the letters down, just as a knock sounded at my door. I frowned and stood, leaving my glass on the coffee table as I made my way over to answer. Curiously, I opened the door, to find Draco standing behind it. A pleased, warm grin adorned his face. I blinked once, twice, and still couldn’t believe it.

“Happy birthday, Harry.” He held a bottle of champagne up, as well as a small package, wrapped in red and gold. My shock must have showed upon my face, for he laughed and shouldered me aside, making himself comfortable on my sofa. “You didn’t think that I’d forgotten, did you?” I had turned to face him. But my jaw was still dropped in surprise and the door was still wide open. This again, seemed to amuse him. His laugh was bright and full. It echoed throughout my chambers and in my ears. “Dear god. Everyone and their mother knows full well exactly when your birthday is… So don’t look so aghast. I daresay it doesn’t suit you.”

I blinked and closed the door, my brows furrowed in total puzzlement as I turned to face him. “It’s not that… It’s just… How did you know where I was? And why…” I hadn’t had the chance to finish my questions, for he waved his hand as if the shoo away a house elf, popped the bottle open and transfigured two quills into proper flutes all before I’d had the time to blink.

“Did you think I hadn’t known? That I had no idea you spend all of your time here?” He paused to laugh again. Though I did note that it was a lighthearted laugh, and not at all as derisive as I had originally feared. “It wasn’t exactly hard to figure out, Harry.” I scrubbed a hand through my unruly hair and sighed with a slight nod, because that was true. I hadn’t bothered to keep such a thing a secret. I just hadn’t told anyone of it, or spoken to anyone but Dumbledore about it. But it shouldn’t come as any sort of surprise to learn that someone else could figure it out. Especially when that person spends so much time with me.

I smiled and took a seat next to him as he poured each of us a glass. Accepting the one he held aloft for me, I shook my head lightly as my face flushed in pleasure and embarrassment. “I wasn’t exactly hiding the fact either. I simply didn’t think it was something worth mentioning. But tell me… why are you here? You didn’t have to go to all this trouble. Nor did you have to buy me a gift. This unexpected visit is more then enough…”

Again he waved my words away, but this time… his smile was as bright and as warm as the sun on a summer day. “Harry… Do shut up, and graciously accept the gifts you’ve been given.” And really, but how could I argue with that? I clinked our glasses together lightly, and nodded once before taking a long slow sip. I closed my eyes to prevent them from staring as he lifted his own glass to do the same. A couple of hours passed in a bubbly haze. We’d finished the bottle an hour in, before moving on to the stronger spirits.

Once thoroughly intoxicated, he’d pushed his present into my hands before sprawling on his back on the sofa. With his head on the armrest… his eyes shining. “Go on then, Harry… Open it.” I’m not sure why my hands shook while I carefully peeled back the wrapping. Though, I did find it convenient to blame it on the drink during that split second.

A second later, I lost my breath. Warmth that had nothing to do firewhiskey settled onto my cheeks, and into the pit of my stomach. Bubbling like a cauldron and rising inside me in a tide that threatened to carry me away. It was a small photo album… an album that contained several pictures. Pictures of Sirius Black as a young man... Pictures that, I found as I turned the page, also contained Remus, and even my father. A different kind of warmth flooded over the right side of my body, startling me, as he slid next to me and turned another page. And my mother, frowning and pointing at my father and yelling, while a young Snape stood behind her met my eyes. I couldn’t breathe. “Wh-where did you get these?”

I turned to face him, and he was so very close… and something caught me, maybe the firelight shifted, or perhaps I was far more intoxicated then I realized… but I was utterly entranced. I swallowed thickly and couldn’t turn away from him in that moment if my life had depended upon it. And I couldn’t imagine a better moment. Sitting there… Watching the colors change inside his eyes… from blue… to grey. “My mother is a Black, Harry. There are several things she was able to procure over the years from her family… This was one of them. I thought… I think it should belong to you, instead.” His voice was low, soft, and filled me with the urge to lean closer, to just be as close as possible to him. I swallowed thickly. Still unable to catch my breath, I reached for him without thinking.

The skin under my fingertips was just as soft as I remembered. Just as flawless. I rubbed my thumb over his cheekbone lightly, and stared at the way he licked his lips. And I realized with a start, that he was nervous. I pulled my hand back as if I’d been burned… because on some level, I had. He didn’t want me to touch him. That much was plain. I looked back down to the album resting in my lap and pulled it to my chest, hugging it close. I hung my head and closed my eyes.

“Thank you, Draco… I don’t have the proper words… I. Just, thank you.” I wasn’t prepared for the feel of gentle fingertips, slowly carding through my ever-unruly hair. And my eyes shot open as I gasped. But my reaction must have bothered him in some way, because he stopped, his hand going eerily still. Timidly, I inclined my head towards him, a silent offer to continue. An offer, sure… But really, I wanted it more then anything in the world. Was even prepared to beg for it. I didn’t have to, though. His fingers began dancing through my hair in the most soothing manor, all on their own. A deep, rumbling and contented sigh left me… and I closed my eyes to better focus on the tingling heat his fingertips were evoking.

I awoke with a start the next morning in my bed, still clutching the album to my chest, and with no recollection as to how I’d gotten there. I carefully set the album on my nightstand and stretched, before standing.

He was gone again, it seemed. I’d checked his quarters and everywhere else in the castle for that matter, but the man was nowhere to be found. Just as well, I supposed. I shrugged it off and went about my typical routine. And continued to do so until school resumed yet again.

To say that things were a bit strained between us was a bit of an understatement. There was a heady undercurrent of tension. One that refused to subside, no matter what I might have attempted to soothe it. What was worse is I couldn’t even name it. We still ate together at every meal, still talked in between classes… still had our evening nightcap together… but things were different. And I couldn’t seem to fix it.

He shied away from my touch now.

Which was entirely unexpected. And I don’t mean that he ran from me, or anything that extravagant. It was simply that if I happened to clap his back, or touch his arm, anything at all really… and I’d suddenly find him ten paces away, in the blink of an eye. But it felt as if he might as well have been in the Americas. The distance between us was that palpable. I was losing him all over again, and it hurt. More so even, because he was still here... It wasn’t because he’d simply vanished this time. And I couldn’t stand by and do nothing. Not this time around.

It was on the night that I had decided enough was enough, that things seemed to fall apart.

Draco had been known to pop by my rooms whenever he liked, and more then once it happened that I hadn’t the chance to return yet. And if time permitted, he’d sit and wait for my return. Sighing impatiently once I arrived. So it wasn’t that I’d found him in my rooms yet again, that was startling me so.

But I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, all the same.

Draco standing in my chambers… with his face buried in my pensive. The one that held my most precious memories… The one that I hadn’t told him or anyone else of… Because it was private… Because it was mine alone, to reminisce over… And I knew, as I stood there, stunned. I knew what he was watching. What he was seeing… through my eyes. And it hurt. I couldn’t breathe, and my heart twisted ever so painfully. I walked over to his side and pulled him out abruptly. His face showed a few different emotions, but he covered them all far too quickly and they were gone before I could make out exactly what they might be. “Just what do you think you are doing?”

His mouth opened and closed a few times while he tried to think of something suitable to say in reply. When that something wasn’t forthcoming, I scrubbed a hand over my face and sighed. “Well I think that about sums it up, then. Doesn’t it? Perhaps you should go now, yeah?” I felt a light touch to my shoulder and I flinched away from it, as though it had stung. And on some level, it had.

“Harry…”

“Draco. Just… leave me. Please.” The last word caught in my throat, and came out a choked, cracked sound that barely resembled a word. I still hadn’t looked up, as my hand still covered my face. I couldn’t stand the thought of him seeing my pain right after so much of me had already been exposed and laid bare before him. I hadn’t intended for him to know… To ever find out that I was utterly and unequivocally in love with him... And there was certainly no denying it now. He’d seen at least some of what I hold most dear. My most precious possessions… There was absolutely no way he didn’t know.

It wasn’t until I heard his retreating footsteps that I removed the hand from my face, if only to let the pain in my chest manifest into tiny drops of pure self loathing. These droplets fell from my eyes in a seemingly never-ending stream… And in my anger and frustration I picked up the corner of my coffee table, and sent both it and its contents crashing to the floor. The sound was oddly soothing to me in a way that couldn’t truly describe. So I found other things to throw and smash into millions of pieces.

An hour later, I was spelling everything back together again, and trying desperately to think of a way to fix everything else. Lamenting that there was no magical spell to help me there. No easy fix. I suppose that the only thing to do would be to move forward, with my head held high. After all, I am not ashamed of the way I feel. There is nothing wrong with what I feel for Draco. He may not see it that way, but I know I’m right in this. How one feels can never be wrong. It is what one does, about and with those feelings, which can be wrong.

And I intended to stand by my feelings with dignity.
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