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Ennui	By : Jemixe Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 14537 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: Harry Potter is © J. K. Rowling, WB, Scholastic, and all others involved. Unfortunately, that doesn�t include me. I�m just taking them out for a little fun.

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Draco didn�t remember how he got to his rooms, he was only grateful he�d managed to do it in one piece. He thought he was in one piece. His head hurt, his eyes didn�t want to open, and Draco wasn�t entirely sure his legs were even still attached to his body.

�Just say no to drugs. The crash is usually much worst than the high is good.�

Flashes from the precious night flitted through his head.

�Then again��

Draco got up and tried t make his way to his bathroom. He only made it as far as the chair a foot from his bed.

A knock sounded at his door, causing Draco to whimper in a way very unbecoming a Malfoy. He curled up on himself. He�d never had a hangover this bad, even with those muggle drinks. The knock came again and Draco opened one bleary eye to glare hatefully and murderously at the door.

�Come in.� Draco blinked at the sound of his voice. It was raw and hoarse and completely unlike his own.

He heard the door open and footsteps on his floor before he saw Severus Snape. Draco watched in horror as his bedroom door was opened, then swiftly closed. He braced himself for the bang that would cause his brain to explode. However, it never came.

�Draco, are you feeling alright?� Draco cautiously lifted his head to look at the professor.

Oh, Draco knew he must look horrible. Snape not only sounded concerned, he actually looked concerned. In answer to Severus� question and the light he�d turned on, Draco, again, whimpered pathetically. Severus tutted and lowered the light.

�What did you do last night to leave you in such a state?� Draco internally groaned. Snape sounded amused at Draco�s pain.

Draco laid his head in his hands, trying to stop the herd of dragons doing the mambo in his skull.

�Oh, you know, the usual. Drunken debauchery.�

�Indeed� From somewhere inside his robes, Severus hands Draco a potion, clearly labeled for pain.

�Wild orgies.�

�Exciting.� Another potion, one for hangovers.

�Virgin sacrifices.�

And still in that bored, emotionless voice, Snape answered, �Titillating,� before handing him yet another potion.

�And of course, the drinking of Dragon�s blood.�

Draco sensed rather than saw the Potions Professor freeze in whatever he was doing. Draco, however, was too busy wondering why he was still seeing funky swirls of colors behind his closed eyelids, and blessing the lessening the pain.

�Did you say Dragon�s blood? You drank it? Tell me you are not so abysmally daft as to have drunk dragon�s blood!�

Draco looked up at the strange inflection he heard in Severus� voice.

�Yes, I did. I�ve never heard of it being used as an aphrodisiac, or in anything other than the twelve uses we learned about in school.�

Draco noticed Snape had gone very pale. In fact, he�d not seen the man look that distraught since before the Dark Lord had been defeated.

Draco cautiously stood up, testing the sureness of his legs, before he walked over to the older man.

�Severus?�

The dark haired professor looked at Draco before he sat down heavily on the bed he was so conveniently in front of.

�There are universally known, twelve uses for dragon�s blood, as you know. However, it�s use as an aphrodisiac is virtually unknown. To my knowledge, only two people, besides myself, know of it. One is the headmaster, and the other was the Dark Lord.� Snape paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts.

Again, thoughts of the previous night crawled through Draco�s head, and he couldn�t help the small shudder when he thought of his mystery man being the batty old headmaster. Who else would know of that particular aspect to imbibing dragon�s blood? There had to be someone.

�The Dark Lord used it on muggles as a means of torture, and sometimes as punishment for his Death Eaters. He got the idea from �The Divine Comedy�, a muggle book. Imagine being in a constant state of arousal, then raped by several people, but unable to find any sort of completion. There was not only the physical aspect of the torture, but the mental too. They were aroused, unknowingly true. But because of their arousal, they thought they enjoyed the rapes, so what kind of sick and twisted individuals did that make them?�

Draco sat back, feeling amazingly lucky, once again, for deciding not to follow Voldemort. He looked up and studied his ex-professor, mentor and friend. He was tensed and strained. Not that anything overtly showed, but Draco knew Severus. He noticed the slight tension around the eyes, the drawn look to his mouth and the paleness of his skin. And realization dawned.

�It happened to you.� No wonder he seemed upset.

Severus absently rubbed at the scar on his arm, a habit he had when thinking of the mark that used to be there. But he otherwise didn�t answer.

Draco and Severus didn�t say anything else while Draco dressed. For Severus to open up, even as little as he had, was rare to the point of non-existent. That he had, clearly showed his distress at the memories.

�Severus, may I ask you a question?� A raised eyebrow was his only answer.

�Are there different reactions to different types of blood?�

The older man�s brow furrowed at the question, not in anger or annoyance, but in thought.

�I believe�yes, there are differing reactions depending on the species of dragon blood used. Norwegian Ridgebacks and Hebridean Blacks both cause merely arousals. Hungarian Horntails, Common Welsh Greens and Chinese Fireballs cause hallucinations. Peruvian Vipertooths and Romanian Longhorns poison slowly and painfully, and the Swedish Short-Snout burns a person from the inside out. But the strongest is the Antipodean Opaleye. That one causes arousal and it heightens the senses, as well as augmenting physical, magical and psychic strength. But the ability to get the blood of that dragon is so close to impossible it may as well be. And the side effects of the blood are painful.�

Snape fell silent afterwards, just looking at Draco, his obsidian eyes not missing a detail. For his part, Draco was lost in thought, processing this new information. He berated himself for being so blindingly trusting. Even though the war was over, there were still some nasty characters in the world. Still, intuitively, Draco knew this was an important piece of information into figuring out the identity of his mysterious lover.

Abruptly he stood up. �I think I�ll visit the kitchens as I�m sure I missed breakfast.�

Draco swiftly and gracefully walked out of his chambers, feeling better, but not his best. He was preoccupied trying to fit together the puzzle-like clues as to the identity of his lover.

First, there was the physical appearance. He had long and very soft hair. As far as Draco was able to tell, it was dark, the exact color was unknown. Then there was his face; full lips and thick lashes that could be considered feminine; and his strong, stubborn chin, his cheekbones, his sturdy, graceful hands. His hands, on which he noticed short, clean nails, a small scar on the back, a tan line from a ring on his right-no his left hand. It was Draco�s right last night. Draco also noted, and very much appreciated, the lithe, supple, muscular body.

Draco tried to remember as much as he could about the man. It was like a confounding charm, a concealment spell, and a notice-me-not spell all somehow rolled into one. There was no other way he could look someone directly in the eyes and not recognize him.

Draco thought about the other man�s eyes. He couldn�t tell the color due to whatever charm, spell or potion used. Still, something tickled the back of his mind; like he was seeing something from the corner of his eye. Not the color, but the shape of the man�s eyes struck a cord of recognition in Draco. He didn�t know whose eyes, but he had seen them. One clue slid into place. Draco actually heard a click.

Draco was still pondering the discovery when he was quite forcibly knocked back. In fact, he would have fallen if a set of strong hands hadn�t grabbed him upper arms.

�You want to be a little more careful, Draco. We wouldn�t want you to bruise anything.�

A shiver coursed down Draco�s spine at the voice. It felt like liquid silk caressing his skin. It sounded dramatically similar to the voice of the previous night. Which was impossible.

Draco looked up from the ground, only to stare directly into sparkling, verdant eyes. And there was a scent tickling his nostrils, but Draco couldn�t place it in his still muddled mind. Even with the help of the potions, Draco found he still wasn�t up to par.

He straightened himself and the hands on his arms released his hold.

�Sorry, I�m not feeling quite myself today.� Draco tried to ignore how his arms tingled from the contact.

A snort was the reply Draco received. The sound of footsteps echoed faintly down the hall. Draco tried to see who it was, but was instead grabbed and yanked towards the wall.

�Hey!� Draco didn�t� get much more out in the way of protest since he found himself headed straight into a wall.

�Potter-WALL!�

�Did you hear that?� The voice came close, as did the wall. Draco closed his eyes, waiting for the impact. And he wasn�t disappointed. Only instead of a hard, cold stone wall, Draco impacted a hard, warm body.

�Oomph.�

�I can�t see�

�Open your eyes Malfoy.�

�They are, Potter.�

Harry only chuckled and cast an incendio spell. Sconces lining either wall lit up, revealing a narrow tunnel.

�Secret passage leads to the kitchens. Convenient when I�m in a hurry.� And with that, Harry started walking.

�How did you know I was on my way to the kitchens?�

�Because you weren�t at breakfast. It was really a lucky guess. If I�m wrong, you can turn back around and go wherever it was you originally intended to go.�

Draco weighed the thought of taking the long way or the shortcut Potter knew about. And Draco didn�t doubt Harry�s knowledge of said short cut. The two walked in silence until they reached the kitchens. It was a cacophony of noise and sights; house elves were rushing pell mell through out. One that was dress in a pair of green spandex running shorts and a striped, button down shirt; wearing mismatched socks, stopped to greet them.

�Harry Potter, sir. Can Dobby be getting anything for you, sir? Or your friend, Master Draco?�

Draco raised an eyebrow at the mention of the house elf�s name; it seemed vaguely familiar.

�Um, just a small glass of water, but whatever Professor Malfoy want get.

�I�ll have pancakes drizzled with blueberry syrup and whipped cream, and a mango cut up into small pieces glazed with sugar.�

�Your penchant for sugar would make a five year old sick.�

Draco decided not to dignify that with a response. Instead he sat down and was attacked with a vengeance by those tap-dancing dragons, followed closely by nausea.

�Malfoy? Draco?� The voice was quiet, gentle, and oddly soothing.

Draco groaned; this was one hell of a second wave. He concentrated on taking deep breaths, and tried to remain conscious. He was failing miserably. The edge of his vision was darkening. Draco was actually able to feel the backlash of the extra and foreign magic in his system. He felt it as it was leaving his body.

For a second, Draco panicked, as it seemed all his senses left. His hands seemed to go numb, the noises in the kitchen were less distinct, and the sights and colors less clear, less bright. He hadn�t even realized he still possessed super senses until he felt them leave.

Suddenly, and quite abruptly, a glass was shoved in Draco�s hand. It felt cool and he realized he was hot. Draco lifted the glass to his lips and took a cautious drink. He was surprisingly confident in Potter�s desire not to kill him with poison.

Astonishingly, whatever Potter gave him didn�t taste bad, as most medicines are wont to do. It didn�t taste good either, more like water. But the amazing part was, he felt better. No more dancing dragons, no more blurred vision, nor more aching limbs. All was well.

�What was that?�

�Medicine. I take it you feel better?�

Draco didn�t respond; he just took a bit of his almost forgotten breakfast. After eating most o fit-he was startlingly hungry-he pushed his plate away and turned to see Harry blatantly staring, looking amused. Draco merely raised an eyebrow.

Harry gave a small chuckle and shook his head. �I wonder if you�d ear ribs or pizza with a fork and knife.�

Draco snorted. �Table manners are nothing to mock, Potter.�

�Manners and politeness are one thing, but you go above and beyond the call.�

Before Draco could work himself up-not that he was truly annoyed; it�s the principle really-Harry help up a hand.

�But it is such an intrinsic part of you. Just another little quirk in your personality. I find it calming actually. It�s just one thing about you that didn�t change during the war.�

Draco didn�t know how to respond, so he opted to change the subject.

�Right. So, why are you hiding from Granger and Weasley?�

Harry didn�t seem offended at the question; he just looked at Draco, his face emotionless. Draco realized, with a start, that he liked it that Harry was amused earlier, even at his own expense.

�Draco blinked when he heard the Charms Professor speaking.

�-hiding from them so much as avoiding them. Hiding implies a fear, avoidance is more like I�m annoyed with them right now.�

�Why?� Draco honestly did want to know what those two could do to annoy the patient Harry Potter.

�Yesterday, when I suggested to Hermione about her relationship with Ron, she actually listened. She and Ron finally sat down and talked, then proceeded to bop like bunnies. I only know this because I could hear it in her room when I walked by, and I could smell it on them this morning. Honestly, don�t� they shower? Anyway, they are now determined to make me as deliciously happy as they are. They�re trying to find a nice young witch or wizard I can settle down with and be all domestic like.�

Draco blinked, then blinked again. That was the most he�d heard Potter speak in one go outside of class, and with such emotion.

�I take it you don�t want them to do that?�

�No, no, emphatically NO! However, those two cant� seem to understand such a basic concept.�

�Well, you could-�

Whatever Draco thought Harry could do was cut of by the sound of the portrait into the kitchen opening. Neither one could see who was there since they were at the other end of the kitchen and around a corner. But the voices clued them in.

�He�s in here Hermione.�

Harry looked at Draco, a spark in his eyes the blond hadn�t seen sense their own days as students.

�Fancy yourself and adventure?�

�With you? Don�t your adventures usually turn out dangerous? I�m really in no mood for any near death experiences. Especially not now that those pesky dragons aren�t doing a conga line around my brain.�

Harry gave Draco a look that clearly said, �I�m not gonna ask, I don�t wanna know-wierdo.�

�You can either come with me, explore parts of the castle no one�s ever seen, or you can stay here and be mauled by Ron and Hermione. It�s entirely up to you. But I suggest you make up your mind soon. I hear them getting closer.�

Harry was edging closer and closer to a shelf near the cooler.

�Did you hear that?�

At those words, uttered by Ron Weasley, Draco�s choice was made. He got up and quietly walked after Potter. He didn�t miss the smile that graced Harry�s features.

�Follow me.�

Harry felt along the frame of the cooler door and suddenly a whole shelf moved. Inside was a dark tunnel, and Harry went through.

�I hope there are no spiders in here.� Draco only muttered the words, but from Harry�s chuckle, he knew the charms professor caught them.

The two professors walked quickly through a maze of passageways. Draco was helplessly lost, and he didn�t like it. Oh, he knew Potter wouldn�t leave him stranded somewhere deep in the bowels of Hogwarts, but this was a situation he couldn�t control.

Finally, there was natural light up ahead, and the two emerged by, what Draco recognized as the library. They scared a fifth year Ravenclaw so badly; he turned and ran, screaming, in the other direction.

�You know, that was strangely funny.� Harry looked after the retreating figure.�

Draco and Harry were turning to go into the library when they once again heard voices.

�Ron, really, Harry obviously doesn�t was to be found.�

Draco looked at Harry incredulously.

�How on earth do they know where we are?�

Harry smiled, then grabbed Draco�s hand and started running down the hallway.

�Hey, their dots are moving faster. Let�s go.�

Harry picked up speed, still holding on to Draco. They turned corners and avoided smacking into students. Draco almost cringed at the thought his students would have of him come Monday during class. This was very undignified for a Malfoy and a Hogwarts Professor. Right at Draco was about to dig his heels in and protests, Potter looked back. All thoughts of stopping the madness fled when Draco saw Harry�s face.

It was flushed from running, and his eyes were sparkling with mirth, excitement, and mischief; all things Draco hadn�t seen from Harry since before they graduated. He couldn�t help the little jolt that sent through him. It was like looking at Potter before all the happenings of the war.

�They have my map. I can�t believe they�re using my map against me.�

The two ran down stairs, narrowly missing plunging downwards as one of the stairs started moving while they were jumping on it. Harry looked back and smiled broadly at Draco. He turned into the Defense corridor, and ran right up to a suit of armor. Breathing hard, Harry hissed out a password. The armor jumped out of the way, accompanied with much clanging and crashing.

Harry pulled Draco inside the passageway. Before Draco could even think, he and Harry were freefalling very, very fast. Draco tried looking down to see when they would land, but it was so dark he could barely see five inches from his face. He grabbed tighter to the hand Potter had linked with his. They fell for what seemed like ages, but was only seconds, when Draco felt the air thicken. This had the direct result of slowing their descent, but it also made breathing more difficult.

Draco was beginning to panic when he felt movement from Potter. He felt warm breath on his neck before he heard the words.

�Relax. Don�t struggle against it and you�ll breath. Think of it as Devil�s Snare. Fight and you suffocate.�

The words and tone were calming and Draco immediately relaxed. And true to Potter�s word, breathing did become easier. Although, the consistency of the air around them was like marshmallow; but they were slowing down.

Finally their feet hit solid ground and Draco let out a relieved sigh. Really, Potter even managed to find danger inside the school. His respect for Weasley and Granger shot up, albeit reluctantly, but they survived friendship with Harry for seven years.

Harry opened a door and Draco found himself facing the head table in the Great Hall.

�Accio Marauder�s Map.�

Draco looked at Harry, confused. What was the Marauder�s map? Suddenly a scroll came zooming into the room straight at Draco. With the reflexes natural to a seeker, and honed through time, Potter�s hand flew out and caught the parchment.

�Well, that was fun.�

Draco snorted. �No it wasn�t.�

Harry smiled at him, completely throwing the blond off guard.

�You enjoyed yourself. Honestly, running about the castle, acting like a first year, was appealing. It�s something you never did before and you liked it. I can tell.�

Draco crossed his arms, still trying to catch his breath, and glared at Potter. Yes, he liked it. It was exhilarating and fun, two things he lacked in abundance. But he�d be damned before he�d admit it to Potter. So, Draco opted to just glare and say nothing.

Harry laughed. He strode over to the Slytherin house table and sat down. Oddly enough, Draco found Harry looked good sitting at the table. The colors of the banners by the table suited the Gryffindor, more so than his own house colors. But then, Draco was biased.

�Where did you spend the year before you started teaching?�

The question popped out of Draco�s mouth. He really didn�t know where it came from, but it was out there now. There was really no point in trying to take it back now. And if Harry was surprised or angered by the question, he didn�t show it. In fact, much to Draco�s disappointment, Harry had closed off his emotions again. A rock showed more emotion than Potter did at that question. Draco wasn�t sure Harry would even answer.

�After�the final battle, my magic was depleted, and�changed. I needed to go somewhere that could offer me protection while I was vulnerable, and teach me how to handle the differences in my magic.�

�Where did you go?� Draco moved to sit across from Harry.

�Avalon.�

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Okay all. That�s it for this one. But first, I feel the need to explain the woman from the last chapter. Here it goes. This is a matter of Draco being forced to give up control-(through fair means of foul), and also he needed to fuck someone. I didn�t want it to be the �mystery man� as they weren�t quite ready for that yet. But, there�s only so much a person can take of writing and reading about blowjobs. However, I can promise, there will never be another woman for Draco or his mysterious lover to deal with. From now on, it will be only them. I would like to thank everyone who took the time to read this. THANK YOU.
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