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Dream and Promise	By : AlysonElizabeth Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4546 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author�s Note: Okay, writer�s block is starting to kick in. Which isn�t shocking ... after all, I�ve made up five chapters in three days, and now I�m left scratching my head, wondering what to do next.
They�ll screw again, I promise. Don�t be worried.

Dream and Promise: Chapter Five

:::ASHES:::

Harry was not happy.

It had been a week since he had last seen Draco, and Harry was practically itching to see him again. Unfortunately, it was barely noon, which meant that Draco was in class and it was daylight. And while Harry knew a few sunlight repelling spells, he hated going out during the day. It was like the sun taunted him, promising him a fiery death if his spell fell apart.

But at this point, he was tempted to run out regardless, burst into Draco�s college class, and ravish the boy right in front of all of his peers.

Harry paced the living room of the flat he was in endlessly. After he had killed that girl on the street after he left Draco a week ago, he went through her pockets, finding some cash and a key with an address. It turned out that it was directions to her parent�s flat, which proved no problem to him once he took care of the old residents. Harry enjoyed having a place to stay; he could stay in those muggle mausoleums, but really, this had to be so much better.

Of course, Harry knew he had to do something with the home�s decor. The original owners were too fond of canary yellow for Harry�s taste; he had a thing for dark red (surprisingly). On his mental shopping list, Harry vowed to pick up some manacles too, maybe some sharp knives ... something which he could entertain himself with.

Maybe he needed to pick up a Draco too.

With that thought, Harry let out a very loud growl. This was not doing him any good to sit here all day. He had no plan, no idea of how he was going to see Draco again. After all, he doubted that the boy would just open up and let him in after what he had done to him the week before.

Sticking out his lower lip in a pout, Harry moved through the apartment to the master bedroom. He had already made some changes in this room, changing the old cotton sheets to some lovely black silk. Laying down on the bed, Harry�s gaze dropped to the pack of cigarettes (the ones from Draco�s store) and the lighter next to them.

Reaching out to pick up the lighter, Harry was suddenly struck with (what he considered to be) a brilliant idea.

All he had to do was wait for sunset.

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Draco hated working late on school nights, and by the time he got out of the store, it was well past dark. Not willing to take any chances of running into Potter, Draco caught the bus, which was (as usual) ten minutes late to its stop than usual. It was nearly eleven o�clock, and Draco wasn�t even home yet.

The bus came to a stop suddenly, and Draco looked up with surprise, wondering why.

He saw the red glow in the sky before he saw the smoke.

The driver started to say something to the passengers about not being able to pass through because of the fire, but Draco could not hear him. No, ice had settled in his stomach, and he knew ... he just knew ... that his apartment building was burning down.

Harry had promised to come back for him after all.

Resigned to his fate, Draco stood up and walked off of the bus, weaving through the crowd that had gathered outside of the burning building, avoiding the coppers and the firemen, hoping that maybe Harry wouldn�t come after him if he was in the middle of the crowd.

Draco should�ve known better than to entertain any shred of hope.

In the middle of the crowd, next to some woman who was holding onto her young daughter (Draco recognized the lady as one of his upstairs neighbors), stood Harry, who was staring right at Draco.

That sinking feeling seemed to spread, and Draco toyed with the idea of throwing himself into the burning building.

Harry smiled at Draco and began to saunter forward, weaving through the onlookers gracefully, just like a large cat would. By the time he reached Draco, his smile had widened out to a full grin.

�Quite unfortunate, isn�t it Draco?� Harry said, mock-sympathy lining his voice. �All of your worldly possessions, most of your class books, everything you own, burnt and gone?�

Draco was tired of this. He met Harry�s shining eyes, and simply tilted his head to the side.

Harry�s smile got impossibly bigger, and he closed the distance between the two of them, dipping his head down to the smaller boy�s neck. But he didn�t bite. Instead, he moved his head up, his cold mouth brushing against Draco�s ear. �If you need a place to stay, all you need to do is ask.� he whispered, his chilly breath making goosebumps appear all over Draco�s body.

Draco didn�t say anything at all, nor did he protest when Harry took his hand, leading him away from what was left of his home. They walked down street after street, crossing across two parks, down another alley way, and around the town�s circle, never speaking, for almost an hour. When they crossed over to what Draco used to teasingly refer to as �the good part of town�, he barely even noticed.

Harry continued to lead Draco on, taking him into a lavish apartment building, up to the tenth floor, and unlocking a door, which lead to an apartment that was possibly three or four times bigger than Draco�s old one.

Secretly, Harry was pleased by how well Draco was complying with him, although it was a little unnerving how easily the ex-wizard had given up. The Draco that Harry remembered would never just give up completely, instead he would have fought, cursed, and maybe even bitten (oh, kinky) to fight Harry off and get his way. Harry didn�t know why he cared about Draco�s will to fight at all, hell, Harry didn�t know why he even cared about Draco in the first place, but he had already put things into motion.

It was at this time that Harry noticed how much Draco was shaking.

�Oh ... damn.� Harry said. �Sometimes I forget how much the cold affects humans.� He whispered a quick heating charm, focusing it on Draco.

Draco, for his part, was just ... off. He may have been following Harry the entire way to this new apartment, but his mind was still back at home. Not at that dingy hole that was burning away on the other side of town; no, Draco was remembering his home - Malfoy Manor. He was remembering it, down to every detail (the color of the statues that were next to the iron gates - so white you couldn�t directly look at them for too long) and picturing that he was still there, with his mother and father, no Voldemort, no muggles, and certainly, no Harry Potter.

But as soon as the charm hit him, Draco�s mind shut down completely, only opening up to the dual sensations that assaulted him. On one level, he recognized the warming charm (it was first-year stuff, nothing fancy), but the magic that ran along with it, while not affecting him like it had done previously, still gave him a ... buzz? Draco wasn�t sure; he couldn�t think of hardly anything at that moment except for that lovely feeling pulsing through his body, awakening old parts that had long been forgotten.

Harry stood back as all of this was happening, confused and shocked as he watched Draco�s body react to the magic being pushed inside of it. Harry knew the warming charm well, so he knew that he did not botch it up somehow. No, this was different. Draco should have been instantly warmed, that was all, but it had been almost a minute since the charm was cast, and he was still reacting as though he was under some kind of spell.

His hair, once lifeless, seemed to glow again with strength and beauty, his skin and eyes lost their dead, gaunt appearances, his pupils were so far dilated you could barely see the blue (no, not gray anymore) of the irises.

It took Harry just a few more seconds to figure out what was happening to Draco, and as the realization dawned on him, a smile crept back on to his face.

�Oh, lovely.� Harry thought. �Carrying on this ... thing ... with Draco just becomes better and better as it goes along.�

After another moment, Draco started to come back to his senses. His eyes re-focused in on Harry, and his skin lost that eerie glow, but for the most part, Draco still looked like he was on cloud nine. He looked completely restored and sated at the same time, and for a moment, he couldn�t remember what was going on.

Then he saw the grin on Harry�s face, and the memories came back to Draco.

Funny, but it really didn�t seem to impact his mood too much.

�That was ... interesting ... to say the least.� Harry said, shaking his head. For his part, Draco had no idea what Harry was going on about, which is why Harry continued to explain. �But it�s not completely unexpected. I mean, it�s been four years now, and I�ll bet you�d do almost anything to just feel the pull of a spell inside of your body.�

Draco was thoroughly confused. What in the hell was Potter talking about?

Draco didn�t realize he spoke that last part out loud, so Harry clarified it for him. �Draco, you were born a wizard, a pureblood one at that.�

�Really?� Draco asked sarcastically, then realized what he was doing. This was too odd, he thought. Only a week ago, this ... creature ... in front of him had raped him, he had just burnt down his house, and Draco could barely find the will to be angry with him. He was completely content to listen to what Harry had to say to him, maybe even converse a little with him.

That couldn�t be right, but it was exactly what Draco wanted to do.

Harry continued. �All of your life, you used your body, and maybe your wand, as an extension of your body, to channel and harness magic. And if you think about it, you spent seventeen years making your body stronger and able to hold onto more and more magic. And one day, they took all of that out of you, emptying you out.� There was a twinkle in Harry�s eye that started to worry Draco a little bit. �But they couldn�t change your body. No matter what they took out of you, they can�t change what you are. Your body, Draco, is designed to take magic, and convert it into power. So it makes sense, you see? When I use a spell on you, any spell, your body reacts, holding the magic inside of you, filling back up.�

Draco was still trying to understand. �What difference does that make, Harry?� he asked. �So what if spells affect me differently? I don�t think that it�s too much of a big deal.�

Harry smiled and shook his head. �Oh, but I think that it is. Draco, when they stole your powers, they took away all of your abilities to do any type of magic.�

�Honestly, Potter. You�re decades behind.�

Snorting, Harry thought that maybe it would be best to show Draco what he meant instead of trying to tell him. �All right then.� With a flick of his wrist, Harry picked up a vase that was sitting in the corner of the room, and flung it at Draco.

With the vase speeding towards his head, Draco acted instinctively, drawing his hand up in front of him to protect himself, uttering �Deletrius� completely out of habit. He didn�t expect anything to happen at all.

Which was why Draco was completely shocked when a beam shot from his hand, hitting the vase, disintegrating it in mid-air.

It was Harry�s clapping that caught his attention; otherwise, Draco would have been staring at the spot where the vase had been all day long.

�Now do you understand?� Harry asked. �All the Ministry did to you was to remove your powers, but they couldn�t make it so that you couldn�t get any back. That�s probably why they banished you from the wizarding world, so that you wouldn�t figure it out and get your powers back.�

Draco�s jaw dropped open. All these years ... he had thought that he was just a muggle, and he would never be able to do any kind of magic again. It was like someone had cut off his hand ... and now they were offering to give it back to him.

He could�ve hugged Harry then.

�How long have you known this?� Draco asked, his voice full of wonder. �When you told me that you could fix me, is this what you meant?�

Harry�s smile turned a little guilty. �Actually, no. My original plan was just to turn you and convince some wizard to cast an empowering charm on you, but I think that this works out so much better.�

Draco was smiling too ... until what Harry told him sunk in.

�W-what do you mean?� he stuttered out, his contentment sinking away and that numbing fear he felt every time Harry was around returning with such a force he felt as though his knees were going to give out on him. �Turn me?�

�Well, isn�t it obvious?� Harry asked. �I mean, I�ve been following you, talking to you, somewhat tormenting you, and hanging around you for the past few weeks. I promised to restore you, Draco. What did you think I was going to do? Give you your powers back and then kill you?�

Draco went deathly white, and then turned around, running away from Harry. For his part, Harry did nothing to stop the other boy from leaving the apartment.

It was best, really, Harry thought, stretching his arms out a little bit. Draco needed to go out and regain a little bit of himself, and when he was done with that, there was no doubt in Harry�s mind that he would come back to him.

Especially if Harry was following him.

After waiting ten minutes or so, Harry walked out the door after Draco, using his senses to tell him where the other boy had gone off to.

He was led to the bus stop, noticing that the destination of that particular bus was London.

�Ah, this should be fun.� Harry thought, stepping on the bus, under the disguise of an old man with a cane. �I wonder who I might be meeting in London...�

With a kick and a lurch, the bus rolled off, and Harry settled down next to a nice young boy who was looking at him very worriedly.
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