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Unrequited Love?	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 8225 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters associated with the books/movies and I never have and never will make any money from the writing of this story.

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Harry and Draco did well in the halls with a crowd of students. Any time students would pass, and they would see each other, Draco would sneer and say something like "Potter, you are an idiotic large yellow chicken" and Harry would throw back a comment like "you are a minuscule weasel.” No one had a clue things had changed. Harry and Draco would walk away understanding what they really said. To Harry they were the sweetest word, “I love you”, and to Draco he had said, “You are my world.” Their connection was growing stronger each day since they had found their love for each other. That connection was like impressions, not mind reading per se, but impressions of what they wanted each other to know and feel. There was something unexplainable going on, but in their new found happiness, they didn’t seem to ask any questions.

Things seemed normal to those who were not very perceptive. Harry’s friend Ron kept trying to hex Draco and both Harry and Hermione tried to stop him. However, one was perceptive.

Hermione sensed something was different. "You alright there, Harry?" she asked. "Never better" he replied. As they walked, she noticed the glace he shot toward Malfoy. It was different from normal. She could not quite put her finger on what it was until she noticed Draco patting his pocket while looking at Harry once in the hall.

She noticed a small notebook sticking out. She slipped to the corner and pulled out her wand "Accio notebook" she whispered. It was a small black leather-bound notebook, no distinguishing marks. She opened it and found nothing but what looked like homework schedules. She was about to send it back, when she realized. Draco never bothers with homework. She looked a little harder and saw what looked like a button near the bottom left of the page. She pressed and nothing happened. Then she pressed again this time saying "Potter" too.

Before her eyes, the text changed. It was dated like a diary. She almost felt guilty for holding it when her gaze fell on the day about the fight. She read the same passage Harry had seen. Her hand flew to her mouth. She quickly put it back in order and sent it back to its owner. But the thought still lingered .. "Harry and Draco?"

During potions, that day, Harry scribbled a note. On the way out the door, he feigned tripping over Draco and slipped it in his robes. Harry quickly whispered "pocket" as Draco shouted for all to hear "watch it Potter" they both left in opposite directions. Draco pulled out the note hoping it was something that would tell him where they could meet. He had been waiting for four agonizing days, his body and mind longing for the nearness of Harry.

Quidditch pitch 9pm

Draco smiled slightly.. This would be interesting indeed.

~~~~~~~~~Quidditch Pitch~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was after nine, when Harry started getting worried, flying in the shadows, he waited for Draco. Holding on to his firebolt, he peered down the field and saw a familiar shape coming towards him. As Draco neared, their eyes met, dancing with passion and excitement. Harry descended rapidly, then pulled up to hover next to Draco, his toes mere inches from the ground. Draco eyed Harry's broom a moment "what's that for?" he asked.

"It’s for tonight," Harry said in a secretive tone. He reached out and pulled Draco closer, their faces so close but not touching. "I want you more now than ever," Draco whispered. Harry’s eyes ignited into emerald flames as he bent down to crush Draco's lips. The kiss was hard and fierce at first, but when Draco started to kiss back, Harry eased up and it became tender and soft. Their tongues searching out, tasting each corner, drowning in the depths of each other. their bodies were trembling when Harry broke off the contact. "Tonight I want to show you my second love," Harry said. He pulled Draco onto the firebolt. Draco let Harry’s strength pull him up as he swept one leg over and his arms encircled Harry’s waist. Harry felt Draco’s chest melt into his back and sighed from the contact. Their bodies burned from the touch, even with their clothes on. Harry pushed off from the ground and soared into the air.

They were flying, it was greater than Harry could ever imagine. His two greatest passions together. The moon was full and played off Draco’s silver blonde hair. As they hovered just above the goals, Harry turned and smiled. Draco had only seen Harry's eyes this brilliant once. They pulled him into their crystal depths, and he reached up and caressed Harry's face. Emerald eyes met slashing silver for a brief moment before their eyes shut as their lips met. At first neither of them moved, just letting their lips touch. It was a soft, light connection, keeping them close. Draco moved first, opening his mouth teasing Harry's lips with his tongue. Sweet sensations washed over them. They were air to one another, their senses filled with the scent of the night, the spice of love, and something else.

A cold finger seemed to ebb up Harry’s spine catching him off guard. His eyes flew open and saw Draco's eyes rolling in to the back of his head, his body teetering from unconsciousness. Harry tried to catch Draco before he fell. Draco was the only thought Harry’s mind, instead of what was coming nearer on the field below. A heavy blanket of cold enveloped him, darkness surrounded his senses, but in the back of his mind, he could hear screaming. Not the woman’s screams he had become accustomed; this was a recently familiar voice. Harry could hear the familiar sound of Draco’s voice “Help me Harry," echoing in his mind. Then they both fell. Their bodies were unconscious, and flapping on the way down.

~~~~~~~~~Gryffindor Common Room~~~~~~~~~

Ron was sitting on the window sill, looking at the moon, in the Gryffindor common room. Sounds of scratching on parchment came from Hermione's direction. Ron sat up a moment and then ran for his room. "What’s wrong?" asked Hermione. Ron just ignored her and left. She got up, went to the window, and saw what Ron was looking at. It looked like two figures on a broom near the Quidditch field. Her heart sank, Ron would never accept this. Ron came rushing back with Omioculors in hand, and he put them to his eyes and gasped. "HERMOINE.. THAT's HARRY... AND.... " he was shouting. " and that's Malfoy I know," she said cutting him off.

Ron turned and glared at her. "you knew! And you didn't say anything. Did Harry tell you not to say anything?" Ron asked.

“Harry doesn't know, I know" she replied. "Just let them be, I think for once Malfoy isn't trying to get Harry in trouble."

Ron just stared at her in amazement, but all he could say was "at least he could have told me". He turned back and saw something moving across the field. Ron got a closer look with his Omioculors, "A dementor, it’s after Harry," he cried. Before Hermione could blink, Ron was sprinting out of the room. Hermione looked and went pale and quickly followed after Ron.

Harry tried to climb out of the blackness trying to reach Draco's voice. It was his fault, his fault that there were dementors. He brought Voldemort back with his own blood. He couldn’t kill him in the department of mysteries…He had failed everyone. Draco's cries were getting louder. Pain sliced through his thoughts long enough to get him to see they were both on the ground, and the dark shape was coming closer and bending down. Harry dragged his body to cover Draco's unconscious form. Harry felt for his wand and found nothing. All was lost as he felt himself slipping back into darkness, his face turned up to receive the kiss meant for his beloved. In the distance, he heard a faint voice call " EXPECTO PATRONUM!" just as the dementor was bending down near him. Dark hands were lifting the hood. ‘It’s too late’ Harry thought. A large white Lion appeared and started to chase the Dementor back. The lion opened its mouth to bit the dementor, both vanished. Harry's eyes closed, and everything went black.

"Harry!" "Malfoy!” Ron was yelling their names while slapping at their faces. Draco came around first, and as he opened his eyes, he saw Ron standing over both himself and Harry. "Open Draco," said Ron with a chocolate frog in his hand. Draco still dazed but did he was told. Warm feelings started to ebb back into his body and reality hit hard. "W-where’s Harry?" he asked. Ron just looked over to the other figure lying on the ground motionless. Hermione came sweeping on the grounds and had to choke back a scream as she saw Harry still and pale on the ground. Ron looked at her and said, “I can't wake him." Hermione pulled out her wand "ENVENERATE!" A white flash came from her wand and wrapped around Harry. They all saw his eyes flutter open a bit. Before he could try to speak, Ron was forcing a chocolate frog down his throat as well.

Tears were pouring down Harry's pale face. His vision still hazy, he tried to get to his feet. Stumbling for words Harry tried to speak “Draco needs me, the dementor... where’s Draco?” Both Ron and Hermione looked at each other for a brief moment, and Ron started talking “I saw the dementor from the common room window and ran down. The Dementor has gone Harry. Malfoy is fine. He is right next to you.. You alright Harry?" Harry blinked a few and looked around and as soon as he spotted Draco, he dragged him closer cradling him. "I heard you crying for help, I thought I lost you," Harry whispered. Not caring that his friends were but a few paces away, he sat there rocking back and forth. Harry’s face held a misery that struck both his friends with shock. Ron and Hermione just watched and waited, letting Harry gain some semblance of control.

After a few minutes, Hermione broke the silence, "We should get you two to Madame Pomfrey and someone should tell Professor Dumbledore what happened." Draco shot up, a flash of fear crossed his face, and he looked at Harry for help. "We will be fine, but I think it best to tell Dumbledore that only I was here," said Harry. Harry felt Draco relax a bit in his arms. Harry pondered how was he to explain why he wasn't the one to defend himself without involving Draco. No one noticed the new scar that appeared on Harry’s left hand.

~~~~~~~~~Headmaster’s office~~~~~~~~~

Harry, Hermione and Ron were seated opposite Professor Dumbledore’s desk. "So there was a dementor on school grounds?" He asked. All three replied "yes" at the same time. Looking over his glasses at Harry he asked "and what were you doing outside at this hour?" Harry stiffened not wanting to lie "I was flying” was all he said. Dumbledore shifted in his chair, looked at Ron and Hermione, "and how are you two involved in this?" they glanced at Harry a moment and Hermione answered "we saw the dementor from the window and thought Harry might need some help" there was silence first, then Dumbledore spoke" you two can go, I will speak with Harry a moment, best you two go to bed." Harry felt a bit unnerved as Ron and Hermione got up and left. He knew Dumbledore had more questions for him.

A/N

Thanks for the reviews ~ This story was one I wrote a while ago. I came across it while going through an old hard drive of mine. I am re-writing it a bit to conform to some of the cannon that we know. Not full OOTP cannon and totally discounts HBP and DH. There is more coming that I am rewriting, and more chapters yet to be written.
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