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The Domino Effect	By : jameschick Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 28943 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Domino Effect
- 2-part 2
- 3-part 3
- 4-part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16
- 17-Part 17
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Part 20
- 21-Part 21
- 22-Part 22
- 23-Part 23
- 24-Part 24
- 25-Part 25
- 26-Part 26
- 27-Part 27
- 28-Epilogue
- 4
- 5
- 6
Part 5

No more words tonight. No more words, I'll forever keep the silence and you can keep your lies - Luba

"I don't know, 'Mione, I still think there's something Harry's not telling us," Ron said as he crossed his arms over his chest and pouted slightly. Hermione shook her head and smiled slightly at her sulky friend.
"Maybe there is, Ron, but Harry's a big boy, he can take care of himself - as I've said before - and if he is keeping something from us, then it's his business to do so. When he's ready to talk about it, he'll tell us," Hermione put her hand on Ron's arm and squeezed gently. "I know you're worried about him, but he said he was fine. You have to leave it at that."
"But he lied to us!" Ron all but yelled. "He said he was reading all day! Harry wouldn't spend the entire day reading, Herm, that'd be like me saying I spent the whole day revising, or that Neville spent the day making potions with Snape! It would never happen, not voluntarily."
"Oh, Ron," Hermione sighed. "Are you forgetting that school will be over in a matter of months? That Harry will have to leave the only real home he's ever had? How about the fact that there is a war looming ahead of us, or that Harry is going to be on the front lines?" Hermione stood with her hands on her hips now and Ron, looking rather sheepish, bowed his head and scuffed his toe on the floor.
"Sorry, 'Mione. I guess I wasn't thinking."
"I know, Ron, and sometimes, I forget too. But we have to remember that Harry has a lot on his mind right now, and we have to be supportive and allow him his space and privacy. Can you do that?"
Ron nodded and Hermione smiled at him. "Good. Now get your Herbology notes, and I'll quiz you for tomorrow's test."
~!~
Harry was silent on the walk through the dungeons, but once they reached the main hall, he felt that he had to tell Draco that he'd overheard his and Snape's conversation. He was worried about the other boy; if his housemates had it in for him, he wanted to help. To return the favour as the case may be.
"Er, Malfoy?" Harry looked up at the slightly larger boy through half-lidded eyes. "I heard what Snape said to you, I wasn't trying to eavesdrop, but I have finely attuned listening skills. It's something that Snape himself drilled into me, so really, he should have known better than to talk to you with me in the room..." Harry trailed off as Draco's eyes widened in alarm
"Potter? You're telling me that Snape has been training you?"
Harry got that 'oh shite' look on his face. It occurred to him - too late perhaps - that Draco could be in league with Voldemort, and have no idea of what Snape was doing - being a spy for the Order - and Harry had essentially just blown his cover. "Er, um... no?"
Draco scowled at Harry and narrowed his eyes in distrust. "I think we need to talk, Potter. Now."
Harry sighed and nodded his head. "Alright, Malfoy, but not here. Come on."
Harry turned and walked toward the front entrance, after a few seconds, Draco followed. "Where are we going?"
"Someplace where we can talk without being overheard," Harry replied. And where I can Obliviate you if necessary, he continued silently.
~!~
The tunnel beneath the Whomping Willow wasn't necessarily the best place for this kind of conversation, but the look on Draco's face when he'd seen where they were headed more than made up for the uncomfortable conditions. Just thinking about the panic-stricken look on the Slytherin's face made Harry smile.
"How long have you known about this, Potter? And where does it lead to?" Draco had that look again, the one that clearly showed he was annoyed by Harry's knowledge of the school and surrounding property. The look that just screamed 'unfair' and that he, as a pure-blood and a Slytherin, should be the one with all the sneaky secrets.
"Um, well I've known about this since third year, and it leads into Hogsmeade, the Shrieking Shack to be exact," Harry shrugged his shoulders. "But that's not what you really want to know is it, Malfoy. We're here to talk about Snape, and what he's been teaching me. Or have you decided you don't care?"
"No, I still want answers about that, but somehow, every time I'm around you lately, I find myself with more and more questions. It's bloody annoying, really. I mean, seven years of constant bickering, duelling in the halls, competing on the pitch, and I find that I know next to nothing about you," Draco sighed and ran his hands through his hair. "So much for the old adage of know thine enemy."
Harry laughed. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, Malfoy, I don't know all that much about you either. Then again, I never really considered you my enemy. I mean, next to Voldemort, your father, my family, and the rest of the Death Eaters, you were just a mild annoyance. And a decent Seeker."
Draco blinked. He had been about to yell at Potter for insinuating that he wasn't a threat, but then the last thing he said had registered. "Did you just compliment me, Potter?"
"Yes. I did."
"Why?"
"Uh, because it's true? Face it Draco, your the best player on your team, and the only seeker - since Diggory - who's ever beaten me. I probably would have given up Quidditch after fifth year if it wasn't for you."
Draco stared hard at Harry for a minute, then an incredulous look crossed his face. "It was you! You sent me the Firebolt at the beginning of sixth year!" Draco marched up to Harry and got right in his face. "Why?"
"Because I wanted you to be evenly matched with me. I wanted a challenge and I knew you were the only one who could give it to me. Quidditch was all I had keeping me sane that year and I needed to know that it was me, my skill and not my broom, that made me win," Harry closed his eyes, took a deep breath and then whispered, "do you understand that, Draco?"

Harry Potter bought me a Firebolt! That was the only thought running through Draco's head. His own father had refused him, even though the price of the broom would have been pocket change to Lucius Malfoy. Even after his father's imprisonment, he hadn't been able to talk his mother around. Then, on the first day of classes, in the Great Hall during breakfast, he'd received a large, broom-shaped parcel. Thinking his mother had sent it as a surprise, he gleefully tore into the wrappings to find his own shiny, new Firebolt. The note attached had said it had been ordered and paid for anonymously, and that the sender wished him a good season.
Draco had immediately written his mother and asked if it was her doing, then he'd waited - none to patiently - for her reply, only to find out that she wasn't responsible. He didn't have a clue who would have sent it, and really, at the time, he didn't care. He had a Firebolt, and finally, he'd beaten Harry Potter!
The first game of the season had been Slytherin versus Ravenclaw and he'd flown circles around Cho Chang. He'd caught the Snitch easily, and couldn't help but crow in delight as he flew several laps around the pitch - the Snitch still held tightly in his fist. He couldn't wait to play Gryffindor; his whole team was high on their victory, and the following week, when the match against Gryffindor came - he felt like a god.
The match had gone on for hours. It was the longest match their two teams had ever played against one another. He and Potter had been damn near evenly matched. They'd raced, dove, feinted, and smashed into one another repeatedly, all in an effort to catch the little golden ball. And then, finally, by less than an inch, Draco's fingers closed over the snitch just as Harry's fingers closed over Draco's fist.
He'd been so happy, he'd actually smiled at Potter.
Now that he thought about it, Draco realized that Harry had smiled back.
"You bought me a Firebolt," Draco's shocked exclamation made Harry smile, just a little. "You. Bought me. A Firebolt?"
"Yes, I did."
"Thank you?" Draco really didn't know what to say to Harry. It wasn't everyday that you found out the person you considered your biggest enemy didn't really hate you, and on top of it all, he'd given you the one gift you really wanted. And didn't even take credit for it.
Harry laughed. He couldn't help it, Draco had voiced his thanks as a question, as if he wasn't sure whether he should be grateful for the broom, or indignant that it had come from him, of all people. "Please, don't thank me. I did it for myself as much, or maybe more so, as you."
The selfishness of Harry's actions seemed to make Draco feel better about receiving the gift. "Alright, I won't thank you. Now, about Snape. What exactly is he teaching you?"
~!~
Occlumency. Legilimency. Meditation. Observation skills. Curses and counter-curses. The Unforgivables.
Draco couldn't believe it. His Head of House, the man who made an art form of docking points from Gryffindor - Potter in particular -, a member of Voldemort's inner circle, was teaching the Dark Lord's greatest adversary how to defend himself. It boggled the mind.
"So, Snape's a double-agent?" Draco asked in awe. "I didn't see that one coming. I mean, he hates you. Everyone knows that."
Harry chuckled. "Yeah, he does, but he's the best teacher I could have for this stuff. He doesn't coddle me, or blow smoke up my arse, he tells me what he wants from me and let's me have it if I don't live up to his expectations. Plus, I think he gets a perverse pleasure in putting the Cruciatus on me."
Draco's eyes widened in shock. "He puts the Cruciatus on you? And Dumbledore lets him?"
"It was Dumbledore's idea. I can withstand the pain for almost fifteen minutes before crying out now. At first, I screamed almost right away," Harry shrugged his shoulders. "Have you ever been put under the Cruciatus, Draco?"
"Once," Draco replied and shuddered at the memory of it. It felt as if every bone in his body was being broken into tiny pieces. And Potter can withstand that for nearly fifteen minutes? He thought to himself.
"Then you know."
Draco nodded. He did indeed know. The Dark Lord didn't stand a chance.
"So, now that you know about Snape, what are you going to do?" Harry hoped he wouldn't have to curse Draco; he wanted to be able to trust him, to be able to talk to him. He was the only one - other than Snape - who knew his darkest secret, and he thought it just might make them friends. Better late than never.
"Well, if I were planning on joining the Death Eaters, I'd turn him in to Voldemort. Surely it would put me in a high position within his ranks, but since I have no intentions of bowing down to an insanef-blf-blood, I guess I'll do nothing."
Harry let out a sigh of relief. "Good to hear. I wouldn't have liked to have had to Obliviate you."
Draco raised an eyebrow. "You can do that?"
"Easily. Of course the problem with that curse is that it's reversible. If someone realized you'd had your memory altered they'd be able to restore it. Well, if they were powerful enough, anyway," Harry grinned as Draco shook his head.
"You're a sneaky bastard, Potter, why is it you weren't sorted into Slytherin?"
Harry laughed. "Maybe I was."
~!~
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