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Harry Potter and the Prince of Ice	By : Neverwood Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6234 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Anal, Angst, Fingering, H/C, HJ, M/M, Oral, Rim, Solo, Spank. I do not own Harry Potter or anything associated with it. I do not recieve money for this in any way. For entertainment purposes only.

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Author's Note: Hello, everyone! As always, a big thank you to those who have reviewed, followed, favorited, or read the story. The disclaimers that applied before still apply, but other than that there's not much for me to say. So let's get to the good part, shall we?
AFF: So so sorry! I totally forgot to post the new chapter on here. My muse is going to punish me in so many horrible ways! Please forgive me. Hopefully the cutesy and flirty parts of the chapter make up for it.

Chapter 4: Fresh Start

When Harry awoke the next morning, he wasn't convinced that last night hadn't been a dream. However, when he went downstairs and saw Draco watching him amicably but cautiously, he knew that it had been all too real. He still had reservations about striking up a friendship with Draco. But the way he saw it, if he rejected Draco based on a past that at this point seemed a million lifetimes away, then he was no better than any of the bigotted witches and wizards that may or may not be coming after his house guest.

“Did you sleep well?” Harry asked, then winced at his own stupidity. “Well, you know, after?”

Draco shook his head. “Couldn't sleep.” He brought a hot cup of coffee to his lips.

“Where did you manage to get that?” Harry asked. They were in a residential neighborhood, and he doubted Draco would have risked an exposed apparition, even for coffee.

“There's a cafe two and a half blocks away.” Draco answered. Harry made an interested sound as he sat at the dining table, though he kept a small distance between him and Draco. Draco observed Harry's seat of choice with an arched brow, but gave no other reaction as he read the Daily Prophet.

“Any good news?” Harry asked, though he didn't hold out much hope.

“Depends.” Draco said dryly. “Were you rooting for Mrs. Nettlebutt's squashes for being voted the Best of the Year?”

Harry chuckled, picking up one of the discarded parts of the paper. “Not particularly, no.”

He was so intent on his reading he missed Draco's fleeting smile, but Draco felt it happen and frowned in reaction to it. Which was probably why his next words came out more biting than he had intended.

“Harry Potter, not caring about squashes. Someone call Rita Skeeter.”

Harry looked up, unsure how to take the remark. Draco briefly made eye contact with him before turning back to his own part of the paper. Harry decided to let it go, and was relieved from a long, awkward pause as his stomach announced itself to the room. Draco gave a small cough, which Harry knew was to cover a chuckle. He shot a half-hearted glare at Draco, but didn't bother to hold up the pretense for long.

“Something does smell good.” Harry said, noticing it. “Did you get anything while you were out?”

Draco nodded before raising the paper above his eye level. “Had to. You were out of almost everything. Didn't even have caviar.”

Harry couldn't judge whether Draco was serious or not because his face was hidden behind the Daily Prophet, so he gave him the benefit of the doubt and assumed he was joking. He was getting up to make breakfast for himself when Draco suddenly set a small package in front of him, one that Harry could tell was warm and smelled like utter deliciousness.

“I figured you wouldn't mind if I grabbed you something while I was out.” Harry blinked at the consideration Draco was showing, and the other man looked over the paper at him when he didn't immediately open the wrapper.

“What?” Draco asked, curiosity tempered with just the slightest bit of indignation. Harry smiled. That was more like the Draco he knew. He shrugged in response to him before devoting his attention to his meal. He felt Draco's gaze lingering on him before turning his attention back to the paper. He ate in silence, comfortable this time, and sighed in satisfaction when he was done.

“Thanks, by the way.” Harry said suddenly, realizing his rudeness. But if Draco cared, he didn't show it. He simply accepted the gratitude with a regal nod. Harry found himself watching Draco closely. It wasn't necessarily that he didn't trust Draco, but it was hard for him to adjust to this new version of him. He hadn't realized his own preoccupation until Draco set the paper down with a small slam.

“Why are you staring at me like a little ponce?” Draco growled, then blinked in astonishment as Harry smiled at him.

“There's the Draco we all know and...well, there's Draco.”

Draco narrowed his eyes, but didn't rise to the bait. “I thought we agreed to start over.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “You expect me to believe you're a nancy little pansy now?”

Harry smiled again as Draco opened his mouth over and over again, but no sound came out.
That and the absolutely shocked look on his face made him resemble a fish. Harry had to bite down on a laugh.

“A nancy little...” Draco said, astonishment clear in his voice. “You did not just call me that.”

Harry nodded. “I did. And I'm glad I did.”

Draco's brows were raised in confused surprise. “Why?”

“Because it made you stop acting like one.” Harry said, beginning to lean forward as the discussion grew more intense. “I agreed to start over, not turn you into someone who can't even hold a decent conversation.”

Draco blinked hard a couple of times, but said nothing. He seemed to be mulling over Harry's words in his head. Harry waited patiently, gratified when Draco sighed deeply and began speaking.

“I don't know if you know this, Potter,” Draco said, a little bitterness bleeding into his tone, “but my continued survival depends on how this little visit plays out.”

It was Harry's turned to look stunned. “I know you don't have a lot of places to go-”

Draco scoffed, but Harry ignored him.

“-but surely you're being a bit dramatic.”

Draco looked like he wanted to hit him, but he restrained himself. Harry briefly wondered how much self control it took him to do that before he was focusing on Draco's words again.

“You must be joking.” Draco said caustically. “If the Ministry hears one word from you about how I'm misbehaving or how I haven't changed, they'll ship me off to Azkaban before you can say 'bon voyage'.”

“First of all, I don't speak French or pronounce it well, so I would never say that.” Harry thought that if looks could kill, he would be dead on the floor right now. “Second of all, I can't believe you think I would go tattling to the Ministry. I signed an agreement to help you, I didn't swear to be their spy.”

Draco looked away, sullen. A thought occurred to Harry, and Draco's eyes shot back to him as he leaned forward again, his intensity making him unaware of the way he was getting closer.

“Is that why you agreed to a truce last night?” Harry asked incredulously, and a bit accusingly. “Because you thought that if you didn't, I would have you arrested?”

Draco blinked at him again. “Well...when you put it that way...”

Harry shook his head. “Mafoy, you're one of the most clever people I know.” Draco looked at him with his mouth agape in shock as Harry sped through the compliment. “But sometimes, you can also be one of the thickest.”

Draco looked perturbed, as if he didn't know whether to be pleasantly disturbed by the compliment or angry about the insult. He settled for thoughtfulness as he put a finger to his mouth, submerging into his own mind.

“Draco.” Harry said, calling him back. “If you don't want to start over, that's fine. I can live with that. But don't lie to me because you think it's what I want to hear.” Harry paused in thought as he rubbed the back of his hand. “Or for any other reason, for that matter. I've had enough of lies.”

Harry watched for several minutes as Draco warred with himself. Finally, he shot Harry a smirk.

“God, Potter.” Draco said, all arrogance and sharp wit. “Could you sound more like a girl right now?”

Harry closed his eyes and prayed for patience. Then he counted backwards from ten before opening his eyes again, afraid of what he would do if he saw that smug smirk. But Draco was only a little smug now, which was tolerable.

“Yes or no, Malfoy?” Harry said. Another minute went by. And another. Finally Draco looked him in the eye and nodded.

“All right.” He said. “I promise to be the same old clever prat I always was, and you can be the same old self-righteous hellcat you've always been.”

It was Harry's turn to blink this time. “Hellcat?”

Malfoy's cheeks turned a little pink. Harry smiled at his embarrassed reaction, which only caused Malfoy to blush harder. On and on the cycle went until Malfoy finally got tired of it.

“Do we have a deal or don't we?”

Harry nodded. “Okay. Deal. But just so you know,” Harry added quickly as Draco stood to leave the room, “you owe me one.” And because he felt like embarrassing him again, he gave him a saucy wink.

Draco didn't do his fish impersonation again or turn red as a tomato as Harry had hoped. Instead, he gave Harry a sideways look that made him become suddenly aware of how little distance was between them. If Harry leaned forward, his lips would touch Malfoy's hip. The thought of which made Harry blush.

“What do I owe you one for, Oh Great One?” Draco said, but his voice was low and made that awareness increase tenfold.

“Um.” Harry said, his mind less focused than it was a few moments before. He kept noticing things, like how Draco's hair looked smooth as silk, or how the blush hadn't quite faded from his cheeks, or how the coffee he'd been drinking had reddened his lips and made them moist. Harry licked his own lips, though he swore it was because they were suddenly dry, which was true enough.

“Have I finally struck you speechless?” Draco said softly, and the satisfaction in his voice woke Harry from his trance.

“You owe me one for taking you in. And for last night. So you owe me two.”

“Hmm.” Malfoy said, leaning forward so that his hip was leaning against the table, which brought his body closer to Harry. Harry could feel that the air was hotter in the room, and that it was getting harder to breathe. He made a mental note to check the thermostat when he and Draco were finished with...what were they doing? Oh, right. Talking.

“A Malfoy always pays his debts.” Draco said, then winced. Harry began to say something, but Draco cut him off. “So in order to defend what's left of my family's honor, I have to pay you back somehow.”

Draco glanced down at the discarded wrapper. “We'll say breakfast calls me even for last night.” Harry detected a slight returning blush as Malfoy said the last bit, but he tactfully said nothing about it.

“As for giving me shelter...” Draco said, considering. Finally, he seemed to come to a conclusion because he looked down at Harry with a grin. Harry wasn't sure whether the grin was a good omen or a bad one.

“I guess I'll just have to owe you a favor.” Draco said definitively.

“A favor?” Harry asked. It seemed so unlike Draco to give that kind of opportunity freely, especially to someone he hadn't been able to trust until recently.

“An open favor is not something that I give lightly.” Draco said, his eyes darkening with intensity. “Use it wisely, and don't waste it on something stupid.”

Draco was so close that Harry could smell the coffee still on his breath. He nodded dumbly, and Draco gave him a smirk before going upstairs.
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