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Second Mission	By : KitBaiu Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6740 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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This chapter has been betaed by QuixoticContradiction and PrettyPinkDepression, to whom I am eternally thankful. ^.^

"Whoa, Harry! Is that where you've been sneaking off to this entire time?" Dean Thomas asked the next morning.

"What?" Harry turned around to face Dean, slipping his white button up shirt over his shoulders.

Dean, Neville, Seamus and Ron were grouped in a tight knit. Their eyes were wide, and their faces were smeared with wildly excited grins.

"Those scratch marks on your back!" Seamus threw in animatedly, "You've been off snogging some bird, haven't ya?"

"Yeah." Harry tried to sound as casual as possible. He'd completely forgotten about Malfoy clawing his back last night and hadn't even bothered trying to cover it up.

"C'mon, Mate." Ron socked him playfully on the shoulder, "Who's the lucky girl?"

"Er-" A list of names ran through Harry's head. Who could he possibly say that the boys wouldn't go and question? "Eloise Midgen." He told them quickly, regretting it as soon as the name left his lips.

The overly enthusiastic faces of the Gryffindors instantly contracted into looks of disgust.

"I was about to round on you for not telling me." Ron's face was the most disgusted of them all, "But, now I understand why."

Harry couldn't bring himself to suppress a grin for his life. If this were true, he'd probably be very angry at Ron for saying such a thing. But, as it was a lie, he couldn't help but find it amusing.

Hermione had met with Ron and Harry in the common room. As the three of them entered the Great Hall, Harry's eyes instinctively drifted toward the Slytherin table.

He could see the back of Malfoy's blond head. Pansy Parkinson was resting her head on his shoulder, with her arm wrapped around his waist. Harry's jaw twitched as jealousy shot into his chest like a bullet. He knew that Malfoy didn't want anybody to know, but did he have to let that pug-faced girl hang all over him?

"Hey, Eloise!" Ron called. Eloise turned her head toward Ron who gave her a thumbs up. Her eyes darted away as if he were completely mad. "Shy type, huh?" Ron leaned toward Harry, lightly jabbing him in the ribs with his elbow.

"What's he talking about?" Hermione looked absolutely baffled.

Harry nervously adjusted his glasses. Why did I have to tell him that?

Ron looked back at Harry curiously, then shrugged. He appeared to have assumed that Harry didn't want anyone else to know.

The morning was as usual as any other day. Lunch time gave Harry another chance to sneak a glance at Malfoy, who still kept his back turned to him and had Pansy Parkinson clutching to him. Also, there were plenty of students, girls especially, who would look in Harry's direction and giggle. His stomach clenching, Harry felt that his morning lie had completely backfired. Harry would glance at the Slytherin table anxiously wondering if the Eloise rumor had gotten there. If so, he wondered if Malfoy actually believed it to be true.

He was quite happy to walk into Potions that afternoon. The class was so small that there would be few gossiping behind his back. Plus, Malfoy was there and free of Pansy Parkinson.

Harry noticed that Malfoy wouldn't so much as glance in his direction. It was driving him crazy. He was desperate even for one of the blond's common loathing looks. Any excuse for them to just have a moment of eye contact would suffice him.

"Harry, m'boy!" Professor Slughorn pranced over with his normal jolly expression, "I expect your concoction is brilliant, as always?" He tilted his head over the edge of Harry's cauldron. His beaming face fell, "Must just be a bad day. They come and they go."

"Yeah." Harry muttered. Professor Slughorn didn't realize how right he was. Last night was absolutely wonderful to Harry. He went to bed feeling swept off his feet. He hadn't counted on how awkward the next day was going to be. Now, he was too distracted to mix his potion ingredients correctly, even with the Half-Blood Prince's perfect instructions.

The bell rang and Harry quickly followed behind Ron and Hermione. Harry was in the doorway when Malfoy needlessly shoved his shoulder against his.

"So rude." Hermione scowled. But, Harry felt as if in a daze for their brief moment of contact.

As the trio headed into the Entrance Hall, Ron was talking up a storm. Harry was suddenly stopped by Hermione clutching his arm. He glanced her direction and noticed a look of utmost concern all over her face. She silently led them to the great oak front doors. Ron had proceeded up the marble staircase blissfully oblivious that he was at his lonesome.

"Hermione, what are you doing?" Harry asked. But, she didn't reply. She kept leading him toward the Black Lake. When they reached the edge, she sat down.

"What's this all about?" Harry sat down next to her.

"Word has it, you're snogging Eloise Midgen." Hermione said, looking straight ahead.

"No!" Harry answered way too quickly, "I mean, yes!" How severely he regretted lying this morning.

"I didn't think so. Which leads me to wonder, where have you been sneaking off to?" Hermione tilted her head slightly in his direction.

"I haven't been sneaking off anywhere. I take a bath in the Prefects' Bathroom, sometimes. But-"

"You've been glancing over at Malfoy an awful lot today." she interrupted, "When he shoved you after Potions, you looked like you were swooning."

"What are you trying to say?!" Harry defensively asked, jumping to his feet.

Hermione shook her head and stood up, "Look Harry, I'm worried. At first, I thought you were truly only looking after Malfoy because you thought he was a Death Eater. But, now-"

"Are you excusing me of stalking him again?!" Harry screamed, feeling outraged.

"Yes, I am!" Hermione shouted back.

Harry was stunned. He hadn't expected her to say that.

"I think you have a crush on him!" she continued.

"What? I'm not queer!"

"I'm only bringing this up because I'm really scared for you. Malfoy's a cruel boy; he comes from a cruel family. He's a Death Eater!"

"Wait!" Harry could hardly believe his ears, "You said you didn't believe he was a Death Eater."

"I didn't think so at first. But, I don't know. You can't be too sure, either way. The point is, if he is, then you can't let yourself become vulnerable to him!"

Harry tutted, "You don't know what you're talking about!"

"Harry, please!" Hermione desperately grabbed the front of his robes, "Be sensible! You know how Malfoy is!"

"You're wrong about him, Hermione!" Harry grabbed her wrists and shoved her back.

Hermione stayed silent for several moments with her face in her hands. When she looked up, tears streaked down her cheeks, "I'm scared, Harry. I don't want to see you get hurt. . . and I don't just mean physically!"

Remorse overcame Harry like a violent hurricane. Hermione was so smart, and he knew what she meant when she said that she was worried about him getting hurt. He wrapped his arms around her, "I'm sorry." He quietly said. The shame from his aggressive behavior highly apparent in his voice.

"It's okay." Hermione sniffled, wiping off her eyes with the sleeve of her robes, "Let's go back inside. I expect Ron's realized he's talking to himself by now."

That evening Harry sat holding a huge stack of parchment. With his books cleverly lined around him, he lay the Marauder's Map flat on the table. He could see it clearly, but to an outsider, he appeared to be doing his homework.

Emotions ran high within Harry's head. Pansy Parkinson's name was right next to Draco Malfoy's in the Slytherin common room. Harry could only hope that they were merely next to one another. But, the thought of his and Hermione's argument also plagued him. Hermione claimed she now suspected Malfoy was a Death Eater. But did Harry? Or was it more or less that he no longer wanted to believe he was?

Their night in the Prefects' Bathroom had Harry far too distracted to even check his forearm. As he sat there staring at Malfoy's name on the map, he wondered whether or not he'd get the opportunity to check again. He feared that Malfoy had already forgotten about the intimate moment they shared.

Ron decided he wasn't on speaking terms with Harry or Hermione at the moment. He rounded on them the second they'd re-entered the portrait hole. Hermione quickly made the excuse that they thought Ron had ditched them. He didn't buy it. Harry felt guilty, but at the same time was admittedly glad the red-head wasn't peaking over his shoulder.

Hermione was working on her own homework alone. Although she had forgiven Harry for his outburst, she would still send over anxious glances. He knew she only meant the best for him, but Harry still found it annoying.

Draco Malfoy's name finally moved on the map. He and Pansy Parkinson parted to their respective dormitories. Harry's heart pounded. He nervously bit his lip in anticipation, hoping to see Malfoy's dot heading back downstairs.

The density of people in the Gryffindor Common Room lessened as the evening grew darker. The inaudible sound of various students conversing among one another was soon replaced with howling winds racketing against the windows.

Looking up, Harry noticed only he, Hermione and one other were sitting in the common room. Eloise Midgen walked straight up to him. Harry swallowed nervously, unsure of what she was going to say to him.

But, Eloise didn't say anything. She smacked him across the face and stormed up to the girls' dormitories. Hermione gasped and stood up quickly.

"Don't worry, Hermione." Harry muttered rubbing the sore spot on his cheek, "I definitely deserved that."

Hermione sighed, her eyes overcome with pity. She packed her books and parchment into her bag, then walked over to Harry. He immediately covered the Marauder's Map with his arms. The expression on her face indicated that she already knew that he had been looking at it.

"I'm going to bed." The pity in her eyes not wavering in the slightest.

"Okay, good-night." He said.

Hermione turned and walked toward the girls' dormitories. She stopped at the bottom of the staircase. Harry didn't take his eyes off of her. He didn't want to watch the map until she was out of sight. Rather than walking up the stairs, Hermione turned back around and walked over to Harry.

"Look." Her tone of voice as warm as possible, "I'm not prejudice. If you're interested in boys, I have nothing against-"

"It's not like that, Hermione!" Harry snapped. Although, he knew it was extremely naive to assume Hermione would still believe him.

Hermione sighed, "Okay," The smile across her face, as kind as it may have been, was obviously forced, "I believe you. You don't like boys. Just, don't stay up too late, er- doing homework, okay? You don't want to drain yourself."

"Yeah, I won't." Harry's tone was shy from the emphasis Hermione had put on 'doing homework'.

Once Hermione had departed, Harry's green eyes immediately drew back to the Marauder's Map. The Slytherin dormitories were so full that the Gryffindor couldn't tell if Malfoy was among them or not. It was possible that the blond had left while Harry was speaking to Hermione, so he decided to check the rest of the map.

The Prefects' Bathroom was completely empty. The only people wandering the corridors were the school ghosts, Filch and Mrs. Norris.

Harry smacked his hand in a fist against the top of his books. Why wasn't Malfoy trying to meet him somewhere tonight? He hoped that whatever the Slytherin was doing, he felt just as tortured by not being together.

"Get away, Potter! Draco's my boyfriend!" Pansy Parkinson shrieked, then started laughing hysterically. Her laugh was very high pitched and disturbingly reminded Harry of the way Bellatrix would madly howl.

Parkinson clutched onto Draco Malfoy's arm, who was also laughing hysterically. It wasn't his proud and arrogant voice though, it was high pitched and sounded sadistic. The weird part was that Parkinson and Malfoy's faces kept contorting. Their eyes didn't look anything like theirs. They were glowing and left Harry feeling completely frightened.

Harry didn't know where he was. It was pure black everywhere around them. An unknown source of light was feeble enough for him to see the two Slytherins.

Malfoy lunged forward and landed on his stomach. But, he wasn't Malfoy anymore, he was a snake. The snake hissed, then quickly coiled itself around Harry.

"Harry!" Hermione had suddenly Apparated on the spot.

Harry woke with a start. He peeled his face off the Marauder's Map. The side of his face was very sweaty. There was the tiniest ray of sun beaming through the windows over the horizon. Harry looked up to see Hermione who looked extraordinarily pale.

"You were shouting at people in your sleep." She explained.

"Let me guess." Harry assumed Hermione knew as much already, "Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy?"

"No, actually."

"No?"

"You were saying. . ." Hermione hesitated. Her voice was filled with fear, "Bellatrix. . . And Voldemort."

"No, I wasn't. I was dreaming about-" Harry stopped suddenly realizing he didn't want to divulge the details of his dream to Hermione.

"I came down here because I knew you were going to stay up too late. . . doing homework." Hermione suddenly couldn't bring herself to look into Harry's eyes. "If you go to your dormitory now, you'll still have another hour or so to sleep."

"Okay." Harry sighed. He knew she was right. He tapped the map, whispering, "Mischief Managed." then packed his belongings and went to his dormitory. He was unable to fall back asleep on his four poster. He was so sure that his dream was just caused by his anxious emotions. But, then why would he be shouting "Bellatrix" and "Voldemort"?

The week passed at an extremely slow rate. Nothing that happened was out of the ordinary. It was just that Draco Malfoy was still ignoring Harry and not making an attempt to meet him somewhere. With each passing day of no contact with Malfoy, the weight in Harry's stomach would sink lower and lower.

Ron had completely forgotten about being ditched. He always was in a chipper mood, so Harry would try to pretend that he was as well. The red-head didn't question Harry's behavior. But, the raven-haired boy would notice Hermione constantly throwing him furtive glances.

They hadn't spoken about Draco Malfoy or Harry's dream since the morning she found him in the common room. But, Harry could tell from her facial expressions and body language that Hermione hadn't forgotten about it.

It was Friday night in the Gryffindor Common Room when Harry sat at a table with Ron and Hermione. He decided that actually doing homework, rather than just pretending, might help him take his mind off of Malfoy. It didn't work. The raven-haired boy's thoughts just couldn't stray away from the blond. Nonetheless, he did manage to get a good chunk of his homework sorted.

By this time, most students would've been in bed. But, as it was Friday, the common room was exceptionally rowdy. Harry had put away his books and homework before returning to the common room.

Ron was sitting with the other Gryffindors from their dormitory playing with various Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes products. Hermione either didn't notice or didn't care as her nose was deep in a large book. The group of boys didn't notice Harry come back down to the common room. He didn't mind as he wasn't especially interested in playing with them at the moment.

Harry removed the Marauder's Map from his pocket. He had been trying to convince himself not to look at it, as he feared he'd only be getting his hopes up. But, with nothing to keep him distracted, he soon found himself tapping the map and whispering, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."

Immediately, Hermione's eyes peaked over her book. But then, she decided to just keep reading.

Harry's heart leapt. The dot labeled Draco Malfoy was alone in the Slytherin Common Room and walking out into the corridors. "Mischief managed." he whispered, jumping to his feet and stuffing the map back into his pocket. He didn't think about how out of place he looked running so suddenly toward the portrait hole.

"Where are you going?" came an accusatory voice right behind him. Harry turned to see that Ron had followed him.

Harry stood frozen. He couldn't think of a single excuse. Then, he noticed Hermione walking toward them; she tugged on Ron's elbow. "Harry has another meeting with Dumbledore tonight. Don't you remember?" she whispered.

"Uh. . . Yeah." Ron was clearly lying since Harry knew Hermione was lying. But, the red-head must have believed her and didn't want to appear uninformed.

"I'll escort you, Harry." Hermione said, grabbing Harry's wrist and leading him to the portrait hole. Ron tried to follow, but she turned toward him, "You have to stay here and monitor the common room, Ron."

"Why?" Ron dropped his jaw, looking as if he were scandalized.

"Because, you're a Prefect, too. I'm escorting, Harry." Hermione sounded annoyed.

"Whatever." Ron rolled his eyes then went back to join Seamus, Dean and Neville.

Hermione kept nervously looking over her shoulder at the portrait of the Fat Lady to make sure they weren't followed. They walked a fair distance away before she stopped to talk to Harry.

"You're going to meet Malfoy, aren't you?" she asked.

"Yes." Harry didn't see the point in denying it, anymore. He didn't technically break his promise to Malfoy. Hermione was clever; she figured it out on her own, "Don't try and stop me."

"I wasn't going to." Hermione sighed and hesitated for a moment. Then she managed to pluck up the courage to say, "Even though I don't personally understand why, if you fancy Draco Malfoy I. . . I respect that, because you're my friend."

"Thanks, Hermione." Harry replied, truly happy now that Hermione did know. He wrapped his arms around her.

Hermione hugged him back so tight, Harry found it hard to breathe, "Just promise me, that you'll be careful, okay?"

"I promise." Harry managed to get out even though his lungs were being compacted.

"You're almost an adult. I trust you can take care of yourself. Just- please, please, PLEASE be careful!"

"I will, Hermione. You're suffocating me!" Harry was literally struggling to breathe.

"Sorry." Hermione chuckled and drew away, "I'll see you tomorrow morning, then?"

"Yep." Harry said, nodding her good-night and pulling his invisibility cloak out of his school robes' pocket. "And. . . Thanks for covering for me."

"No problem. Just do a better job hiding those scratch marks this time." Hermione giggled, heading back to the portrait of the Fat Lady.

"Er- yeah." Harry replied, slipping on his invisibility cloak. With his face burning bright red, he couldn't believe that she just said that.

Like an elegant stream, the running water from the taps of the bathtub was the only sound in the Prefects' Bathroom. Harry sat alone, shooting green sparks from his wand in boredom. The light of the lanterns flickered dancing shadows across the wall. They had since been repaired since his and Malfoy's last encounter.

He had been disappointed to find the bathroom empty, but thought, perhaps, he had just got here first. The minutes passed by slowly, and Harry found with each passing second he grew more and more crestfallen. It was quite some time before the bathtub was nearly full. There still wasn't the faintest sign that Draco Malfoy was coming.

Harry soon found himself with his nose practically touching the Marauder's Map. He didn't see Malfoy anywhere around the corridors leading to the bathroom. He even checked the Slytherin common room and didn't see his name there, either. The Gryffindor searched many corridors, even if they were far from Malfoy's probable destinations. The Slytherin appeared to have disappeared from the map. The only place he could think the blond would be was back in the Slytherin dormitories where Harry wouldn't be able to see him out from the rest.

The corridors were unnaturally quiet. Harry wandered aimlessly beneath his invisibility cloak. The only sounds were of Harry's footsteps which didn't echo against the carpet. Although, the dead silence was unnerving, he wasn't ready to go back to the Gryffindor Tower.

Feeling like a fool, Harry dreaded explaining anything to Hermione. He had assumed that when he saw Malfoy leave his own common room, that the blond was looking for him. With Hermione suddenly supporting the Gryffindor's decision to pursue his feelings for the Slytherin, Harry didn't even want to imagine her reaction to his disappointment.

A gleam of white caught the corner of Harry's eye. Turning on the spot, the raven-haired boy was curious to see the source. A great black door was cracked open to a room Harry didn't recognize. The old door creaked as the Gryffindor slowly opened it. The room had a stale scent. Although there were a few desks, it appeared to be long since abandoned.

The bright white reflection of the moonlight met with Harry's green eyes. It was The Mirror of Erised. He remembered Dumbledore's warning, but curiosity engulfed him. He'd never questioned its whereabouts after his first year. Yet, five years passed since then, and Harry wondered what would be cast back to him now.

Rolling the invisibility cloak and placing it in his pocket, Harry ran straight for the mirror. After a moment Harry's family came into view behind him. At the front of the crowd, stood Lily, James and Sirius. They beamed at him, each warmly placing a hand on his shoulders. The raven-haired boy placed his hands toward his shoulders, but the images in the mirror weren't truly there.

Harry smacked his hands over his face. He regretted not turning away the moment he saw the mirror. The idea of seeing his lost loved ones originally seemed as though it would be uplifting. Tears poured down his cheeks, despair felt like it was eating him from the inside out.

"I know your reflection isn't nearly as appealing as mine, but it's not worth crying over, Potter." came a drawling voice.

A/N: Thank you for your reviews, everyone! :) Chapter 6 is in progress, but I do have a busy week ahead of me so it may take a little longer. *.* I'm so sorry. But, I won't abandon the story; I promise. ^.^
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