If Only | By : SilverPhantom Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4442 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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It was near sunset when Narcissa walked out of the Hogwarts castle towards the lake, knowing that her son would most likely be there with Harry. Sure enough, she spotted two figures on the large blanket laid out on the ground, and she just smiled at the way her son was curled up next to the Gryffindor. At least she never caught them in a compromising position…
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“They’re doing it again!”
Narcissa looked up from her needle work to where her husband was currently pacing. “Doing what again, dear?”
“They’re… They’re…” Narcissa hid her amusement behind a serene smile as a red blush covered Lucius’s cheeks. “They’re snogging in the library!”
“Lucius? Do you remember what we were doing at their age?” Lucius’s eyes went vacant and a dreamy look came across his face with the memory, then just as quickly, his eyes widened in shock and he went paler than normal. With a wave of her hand, Narcissa locked the door before her husband reached it.
The older Malfoy tried to open it before turning to his wife with a desperate expression. “Please, Cissy! I need to talk to them!”
“No you don’t. I already have, and they know what they’re doing. And you know
Harry would never do anything against Draco’s will.”
After a few more agitated tugs on the door knob, Lucius finally gave in and sat down in his chair by the fire. He doesn’t realize he could apparate out of the room, Narcissa thought as she continued to watch her husband. The fire gave Lucius’s skin a warm blush and gave the white hair brilliant colors of gold and red. The woman quickly sat her needle work down as she silently moved toward her husband. At least the doors were already locked…
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Narcissa shook herself from the memory before she reached down to wake Harry up and went completely still as she found herself at wand point. “It’s just me, Harry.”
“Cissy?” The young man groped around for his glasses and finally found them on the other side of Draco. He got his glasses on and blinked up at the older woman. “I’m sorry about that.”
“I’m not.” When Harry gave her a surprised look, she just said, “I’d rather wake you up and be nearly hexed than having to go after a rampaging Draco who’s search for you because you let your guard down and got caught. I came down to get you two inside before it gets too dark to find your way back without tripping.”
Harry nodded and slowly stood up to stretch. When Narcissa reached down to wake Draco, he waved her off and carefully picked up the young man. Narcissa noticed how Harry grimaced slightly as he stood back up, but knew better than to say anything. It would be an injury to Harry’s pride as Lucius would say. The woman followed behind, shaking her head in slight amusement.
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Draco walked behind his father, grinning slightly. It hurt to see the older Malfoy taunt someone over something like money and status, but it was amusing to see someone so composed to lose their mask and start a fight in front of everyone. He hasn’t even noticed the black eye he received in the fight from a stray book!
Those thoughts stopped when Lucius slowed down in front of him, quickly checking his robes for something before turning to look at Draco. “Son? Do you have that book I wanted to destroy?”
Draco shook his head. “No sir. You made me promise to never touch it.”
Lucius’s next word summed up the situation fairly well. “Shit…”
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Draco slowly opened his eyes, knowing instinctively that he wasn’t where he fell asleep. The first thing he saw was Harry with a book in his hands, the light from the candle on the table throwing his face into sharp relief.
“Where…?”
“The Slytherin rooms,” Harry answered, closing his book and smiling at him. “Headmaster said he would open one of the House rooms, and I said I would be more comfortable in Slytherin than you in Gryffindor.” He paused a moment as if to collect his thoughts and then continued. “I’ve been told that the house elves will bring food to the common rooms when we need it. That way we won’t have to go up to the Great Hall for every meal.”
The silence was filled with a slight grumbling sound and Draco flushed. “Food sounds good now,” he muttered, pushing himself up and off the bed. Ignoring his rumpled look, he carefully made his way out of the room, knowing that Harry was grinning at his back. He’ll worry about looking nice for people he didn’t wake up in bed with.
At that thought, Draco stopped suddenly, nearly falling down the rest of the stairs when Harry ran into him, and was grateful as the Gryffindor’s Seeker reflexes saved him from the tumble.
“What’s wrong?” Harry asked, sounding worried.
“Ah… Nothing. Surprising thought, that’s all.”
“Did it involve a bed?” the Gryffindor purred, and Draco could hear the leer in his
voice.
Draco could tell Harry only did that to get a blush out of him. Instead of doing that, he leaned back against Harry and murmured, “What if it did?” next to his ear, his lips close enough to brush the tanned skin under it. Harry let out a strangled squeak and Draco just continued to the common room, smirking.
The house elves must have anticipated their arrival. A low table near the fire was almost overflowing with covered dishes and there was at least one pitcher of water and one of pumpkin juice. Lifting the domed lids from the dishes, Draco inhaled the splendid smell of the wide arrangement of food left for them. When he looked up to Harry, he saw that he had his nose in that book once again. With a sigh, he fixed a plate for himself and for Harry, then sat down on the couch and began to eat. When Harry didn’t arrive at the couch, Draco looked up again and scowled when he saw that the Gryffindor hadn’t moved from the bottom of the stairs.
Draco picked up a pillow and chucked it at Harry, amused when Harry glared at the pillow as if it hit him in the face by its own will. By the time Harry transferred his glare to Draco, the older teen was calmly eating, facing away from Harry. The Gryffindor slowly made his way to the couch, sat down, and picked up his plate, all the while still
reading.
“What’s so interesting in that?” Draco asked, gesturing with a fork.
“It’s my journal,” Harry replied with a somewhat distant voice. “It’s my… ah…”
He flipped to the front and searched the page. “My twelfth one.”
He held it out to Draco, who took it and began to read.
This is my twelfth journal, if I’m keeping count correctly. It’s a bit odd. The first one I got back in my first year at Hogwarts for Christmas, but I don’t know who sends them to me. I’m a bit lucky to get them, I guess. I get a new one every time I’ve almost filled one out, but the ones I’ve been getting on Christmas and my birthday seem to have a personal touch.
A dragon came with this one, and it bit me too. Now it just won’t leave me alone now that…
Draco handed the journal back to Harry. “You just looked like you had a lot on your mind.”
“How did you know I was writing in them? How did I always get a new one when the older one was nearly filled.”
Draco blushed. “I would see that you would be writing in them during a class or two sometimes, and I just guessed that you needed a new one. Near the end of the third year, I just decided to send you one on the same days,” he said with a shrug before he began to eat again.
“Oh.” A few minutes of silence. “Would you like to read them?”
Draco nearly choked on the sip of juice he just took. “Harry! Journals are private things! I don’t want to go through your thoughts like that!”
“We began to share one at the end of our fifth year. Surely you wouldn’t reject to reading that, at least.”
The blond eyed his boyfriend warily. “Maybe after dinner…”
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Okay, fifth chapter up. Sorry that I’m a bit slow on reading these days.
I have decided on Harry’s animagus form, though, with a mixture of some suggestions. Thanks for all the help! You all sent me in the right direction for it!
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