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Bad Faith	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10782 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Two weeks later...

“Harry, could you please not cover me up every time I fall asleep? It’s too hot.” Draco whined, opening bleary eyes and throwing the covers off himself again.

Harry yawned. “But you’ll freeze to death.” He replied.

Draco glared at him in the early morning light. “No, actually, I won’t.” He snapped. “I’ll die of heat stroke if you keep covering me when I’m hot enough.”

Harry sighed. “Okay, Draco.” He said, wrapping an arm around the blonde’s waist and pulling him close, pressing himself against Draco’s back. “I won’t cover you up. I love you.” He murmured sleepily.

Draco sighed. “I love you, too. Go to sleep now. You’ll have to train with Granger in a few hours.”

“Mm-hm.” Harry hummed, slipping back into sleep.

*****

“Draco, it’s time to get up.”

“I don’t want to.”

Harry smiled. “You HAVE to. We have classes.”

Draco opened one eye to glare at Harry, then sighed. “Fine.”

Harry kissed him. “I’ll walk you to History of magic, then Herm and I are going to work on my raw magic.”

“Goody.” Draco replied snidely.

“I’ll swing by to pick you up after class so we can go to potions together.”

“Oh, joy. Potions.” Draco said sarcastically.

Harry blinked. Why was Draco being so... Bitchy? Potions was his favorite class. “Draco?” He asked. “Are you okay?”

Draco sighed. “I’m a bit cranky today, I guess. Sorry.”

Harry ran a hand through Draco’s hair, smiling in relief. “It’s okay. We didn’t get much sleep last night, what with the temperature war and all. I understand.”

*****

“Today we are brewing Dreamless Sleep potion. The instructions are on the board. Begin.”

Harry sighed. “You get the cauldron, I’ll get the ingredients.” He said to Draco.

Draco scowled at him. “Don’t order me around. I’LL get the ingredients.” He snapped.

Harry blinked in surprise. “Okay.” He said. “You don’t have to yell at me.”

“I WASN’T yelling!” Draco shouted, causing the whole class to stare. “If you want yelling, I’ll bloody GIVE you yelling!”

Harry stared at him incredulously.

“Mr. Malfoy.” Snape drawled. “Is there a problem?”

Draco rounded on him. “Why don’t YOU tell ME?!” He snapped. “After all, you seem to have all the answers, don’t you?!”

Harry paled. “Draco...” He laid his hand over Draco’s.

“DON’T touch me!” Draco screeched.

Snape narrowed his eyes as Harry snatched his hand back. “My office, both of you. Now.” He led them to a door and opened it, following the teens inside. He sat behind his desk, opening a drawer, as Draco glared at Harry.

Snape pulled out a candy bar, handing it to Draco. “Eat this. NOW.” He snapped, when Draco hesitated to take it.

Draco took it and ate it quickly, then sighed wearily. “I’m sorry, Harry. And you too, Sev. I don’t know what got into me.”

Harry wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist. “It’s okay. You’re forgiven. I love you.”

Draco blushed. “Not in front of Sev, Harry.” He whispered.

Snape just smirked. “Just imagine what your father would say about your outburst.”

Draco paled. “You aren’t going to tell him, right?”

Snape shook his head. “No. When you feel that you are getting overly emotional, eat something high in sugars. It will help. And don’t skip meals. Fruits and breads are good, as they contain high levels of sugar, and bread is a longer-lasting sugar source, as are potatoes. Starches.” He explained.

Draco sighed. “I don’t suppose you’ll tell us WHY this is happening?”

Snape smirked. “I’ll leave that for you two to figure out.” He replied.

Harry huffed. “Of course. Can we get a hint?”

Snape stared at him, then shrugged. “Fine. This is YOUR fault.”

Harry scowled. “You blame everything on me. THAT doesn’t help.”

Draco snorted. “Let’s get back out there. We have a potion for me to brew perfectly so that you don’t ruin my grades.”

Harry stared at the blond as he left the office. “That pompous little...”

“Potter, I suggest you get back out there before your cousin accosts him.” Snape interrupted.

Harry hurried out.

*****

“Vials on the desk, if you please.” Snape drawled as the bell rang.

“Harry!” Ron yelled. “I want to talk to you! Don’t leave!”

Harry waited for the rest of the class to file out, save Draco, who grabbed his hand, interlacing their fingers, as he chewed on a piece of licorice.

“I hope you don’t mind, Ron.” Harry said angrily. “But I don’t plan on excluding my BOYFRIEND from any conversations I have.”

Ron flushed. “Dammit, THAT’S what I want to talk to you about! I was a prick. I’m sorry. If he makes you happy, then I’m happy FOR you. I... I was just surprised. I needed time to think.”

Draco snorted. “Granger withholding sex, is she?” He replied around his licorice.

Ron’s ears began to turn red, until Draco continued.

“Always worked for my mother. I’m surprised she discovered that tool so soon. Rather Slytherin of her, really.”

Ron blushed. “Well, there is that, too.” He agreed. “Friends again, Harry?” He asked, holding out his hand.

Harry laughed, ignoring the hand and hugging him. “Of course.”

Draco pouted until Harry grabbed his hand again.

Ron turned to Draco. “Um... Civil enemies, Malfoy?”

Draco rolled his eyes. “I could be your friend too, you know. I’m not an ignorant, abhorrent troll.” He replied.

Ron smiled. “All right. By the way, that display of temper was really brilliant. I liked the yelling at Snape part best.”

Draco groaned. “Please, Weasley, DON’T remind me.”

Harry grinned. He had his best friend back, and his boyfriend was being civil. Things were good.

*****

Harry, Ron, Hermione and Draco wandered down the hallway, heading slowly toward the great hall as they talked. Hermione updated Draco and Ron on how well Harry was controlling raw magic, and Ron was stunned.

“Blimey, mate, I didn’t know that was POSSIBLE!” He breathed, as Hermione informed them of the way Harry had transfigured a desk into a small dragon that actually breathed fire without a wand or a spell at his disposal.

Harry shrugged. “I’ve got good motivation.” He said, then his eyes hardened as his ‘motivation’ appeared, heading straight for the group.

“Cousin.” Adrian sneered, looking at Ron and Hermione. He turned to Draco, implying that the others were unworthy of his attention. “I suggest you start saying your good-byes now. My father is pulling me from the school this weekend.” He turned to Harry. “Sorry this is so sudden. I was a bit angry about it myself, but what can I do? Our battle is going to be tomorrow, just after breakfast, since I leave the next day.” He said. “I hate to move it up so soon, but I’m afraid my hands are tied.” He sighed dramatically.

Harry scowled at him. “That’s lovely. Now, why don’t you go bore someone else with your LIVELY conversation?” He spat.

Adrian’s eyes narrowed. “I’d watch my mouth if I were you. After all, compared to my experience with the magic we’ll be using, you are merely an INFANT.” He hissed.

Harry raised his eyebrows. “I hate to disappoint you, but it’s physically impossible for me to watch my mouth. My eyeballs aren’t at quite the right angle, you see.” He explained sarcastically.

Ron snorted.

Draco was holding onto Harry’s hand so tightly that Harry wondered if it was broken. “Let’s go.” Harry said, heading off.

Draco let out the breath he had been holding once they were out of Adrian’s sight, then he stopped, pulling Harry to a stop as well.

“What?” Harry asked softly, cupping Draco’s terrified face.

Draco shook his head, his eyes wide. “I’m not ready! What if he wins? YOU’RE not ready! It’s too soon!” He whispered, tears forming.

Harry shook his head. “It can’t be helped. I’ll just HAVE to be ready. If you want, you can stay inside and wait for the news of who won. I WON’T let you down. I WILL WIN.” He said, his eyes hard and determined. “He won’t hurt you again.”

Draco gulped, then nodded. “I trust you, but I’m not going to stay in here like a scared housewife, waiting for you to come back. I’ll be there. I have to see you win with my own eyes. You’re fighting FOR me, after all. I SHOULD be there.”

Ron laid a hand on Harry’s shoulder. “I’ll keep an eye on him. If he gets too nervous, I’m always willing to stun him.” He quipped.

Harry smiled, and Draco glared at him. “If you do, my father will have your head.” He replied haughtily.

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Alright, enough with the testosterone trip. Let’s get to lunch.”

*****

Harry glared at the door, pulling his mouth away from Draco’s neck.

“Draco, can we come in?”

Draco’s purrs faded and he sighed, pushing Harry off the couch as he sat up. “Yeah.” He said, wondering why Blaise’s voice wanted in.

The door opened and Blaise’s voice came in, bringing the rest of Blaise and Pansy with it. “Hey, mate. Heard about tomorrow. You need moral support, we’re gonna be there for you. Just so you know.” He turned to Harry. “And if you lose and that bastard leaves you alive...” He fingered his wand. “Well, Azkaban won’t be too horrible after I lose my mind, I’m sure.” He said nonchalantly.

Pansy threw herself at Draco, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “Oh, Draco, I’m so sorry this is all happening to you! If I could stop it, believe me, I would!” She cried.

Draco blinked in shock. “Pansy, Slytherins do NOT show overt emotions in front of other houses. You’re giving us a bad name.” He complained quietly.

Pansy pulled away, sniffling, but smiling. “I know. But he doesn’t count. He won’t tell. He values his life, I’m sure.”

Harry sat on the floor in shock. In the past few seconds, he had been interrupted during foreplay, pushed off his boyfriend, glared at and threatened twice! “What the hell is going on here?” He asked himself.

Blaise smirked. “Just a couple of dedicated friends coming to make sure you don’t leave our Draco to that fiend. Or else.” He said the last lightly, but his eyes were hard.

Draco glared at Blaise. “Stop threatening him! We were TRYING to enjoy what could be our last night together, when you so KINDLY interrupted us! We haven’t corrupted this couch yet!” He shouted, standing.

Harry wondered if he should get the candy sitting on their desk, when Draco’s next words solved the issue.

“I HATE INTERRUPTIONS!” He screamed.

Pansy pursed her lips. “Oh, stop being a bitch, Draco.” She ordered.

“Don’t bloody tell me what to do, you stupid slut!”

Harry grabbed a bit of fudge and shoved it into Draco’s open mouth before his next words could escape. He glared at Harry, chewing it.

Pansy was staring at him, murder in her eyes. “If you weren’t my friend, and obviously distressed, I’d have killed you for that.” She hissed. “And for your information, I am purer than a unicorn, thank you very much!”

Draco swallowed the fudge and buried his face in his hands, sitting back down. “I’m sorry.” He moaned. “I can’t help it. There’s something wrong with my brain, and tomorrow, after the battle, I’m going to go to Pomfrey and see what it is.”

Harry sat next to him, wrapping an arm around his waist. “I’m sure it’s nothing. Maybe you have low blood sugar.”

Draco shrugged. “Maybe.”

Pansy sighed as well, sitting on the other side of Draco. “Don’t worry about it. You’ll be fine, and hey, once Harry wins, which he’d BETTER, we can make arrangements for a Christmas holiday in Italy. Right, Blaise?” She asked sweetly, batting her eyelashes at him.

Blaise sighed. “I really don’t think Mum’s going to let me use the villa for Christmas. If I asked, she’d tell me she’d have to be there.”

Draco perked up. “I have a place we could all go. It was a Seventeenth Birthday gift from my father.” He said.

“Ooh, Draco!” Pansy breathed, her eyes lighting up. “You’d take us there for Christmas?”

Draco smiled. “Sure. The house-elves are probably bored, anyway.” He said.

Pansy squealed and hugged Draco. “That would be the best!”

Draco blinked. “Pans! Choking!” He gasped out.

Harry blinked. “Um, where?” He asked.

Draco smiled. “Moonrun Manor. It’s my personal favorite of the Malfoy properties. The wards are keyed to me, now. I control who comes and goes, and I am allowed to be there, whenever I want, with whomever I want, for as long as I want. My father can’t even overrule me, since the house has officially become mine now. I’m safe from even HIM, there, if I need to be.” He said.

Harry frowned. “Then couldn’t you go there to get away from Adrian?” He asked.

Draco’s smile faded and he sighed. “No. Legally, if I’m being pursued by at least one possible mate, I’m not allowed to leave the school for more than a day until this is all over.”

Harry visibly deflated. “Oh.” He said.

Draco perked up. “Alright, you two, out! I’m getting rather frustrated, and I’m just about ready to try exhibitionism!” He announced.

Pansy sneered. “Oh, please, not in front of us, Draco. Unless you think it will turn Blaise on? Because I’d be happy for some help. Not all of us can convince our boyfriends to put out before the wedding as easily as you.” She complained.

Blaise smirked. “Well, I find it just as HARD, my dear, but rules are rules, and if you aren’t virgin on our wedding night, my mother will call for an annulment.” He said sadly. “You know that.”

Pansy sighed. “Yes, unfortunately.”

Draco glared at them. “OUT.” He said firmly.

Blaise took Pansy’s hand and sighed. “Fine. We’ll leave. We’ll see you tomorrow. Good luck, Potter. Do us proud.”

Harry nodded as they left.

“Finally!” Draco said, lying back down on the couch. “Harry, please resume your previous activities.”
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