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Dangerous Connection	By : TheLabRat Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3199 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Alright, I know I'm an ass for leaving it the way I did, but I made sure to return promptly with the next chapter so that you all didn't have to wait terribly long for the next update. Read/Review and enjoy!

Warning: This contains scenes of a sexual nature between two people of the same sex. You have been duly warned. Now, on with the fic!

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The next day came much sooner then I would have liked. And I ate my meals within the walls of my rooms. I did not attend to anything outside of my classes, and it wasn't because I was running. I was allowing myself the day to mourn.

Things would change between us again. And even if I couldn't bear it with a smile, I would stand it. But this day, this day was to allow the wallowing and self-pity and a tear or two. Shed on behalf of all that I'd lost.

It was half past midnight when I found my solitude interrupted. I was well into a bottle of fire whiskey, and halfway through my latest glass when the portrait to my chambers opened up. He stood there, rumpled and tired looking, but his eyes… they were raging storms. Twin pools of electricity… Their rage aimed squarely upon my face.

"Harry sodding Potter! I'll have a word with you!" I frowned, furrowing my brows, utterly perplexed at his anger and tone. After all, it was I, who should've been angered, was it not? I gulped down the last of my glass and clumsily set it upon my table, brushing a weary hand over my face.

"I cannot do this tonight, Draco. I simply can't. Tomorrow, or any other night that you wish is perfectly fine by me. But allow me this one evening?" His anger seemed to pause at my tone. In truth, I hadn't meant for my words to come out as the plea that they had. But I wasn't about to take them back. Not now, at any rate. Because they were true… and because I was stubborn…

He stomped over to where I sat, his face the picture of fierce determination. "I'll have a word with you now, I think. After all, I've come all this way haven't I?" He loomed over me now, his eyes taking in my own rumpled and unkempt appearance. I sighed and leaned up and forward, to pour myself another glass. Then, as an afterthought, I poured one for him. Let it never be said that Harry Potter was not a gracious host.

"Then speak your mind and be done with it…" I paused, handing him his customary glass. "But be forewarned, that come the morrow, I expect I'll have plenty to say in turn. Yeah?" He scoffed, but it wasn't derisive. And he took my pre-offered glass gently. I took that to be his acquiescence. If ever I were to receive any at all. His eyes stayed fixed upon mine while he sipped. And I did the same in turn. Quietly waiting for him to rage, but something in the atmosphere had shifted. And it occurred to me, that perhaps he wasn't here to fight. Whatever it might have seemed upon his arrival, he didn't seem angry. Just determined.

He took a long draught, finishing his glass in one final swig and placed it back on the table before he spoke again.

"I told you once not to start…" Then he waved his hand as if to erase the thought and begin anew. "I do not understand you." I hadn't meant to scoff, but the drink had traveled to my head, and I hadn't thought before allowing it to escape. He seemed annoyed, but persisted. " I don't understand you at all! Even after all these years you still confuse me. If you wanted… Why didn't you? You could have…"

"Speak plainly, Draco. I'm too tired and far too old for riddles and games." Again, my hand drifted to my face, attempting to wipe away the weariness it held. But a warm hand upon mine stopped me, mid gesture.

"You lied to me." I blinked and allowed my eyes to shoot up to meet his. A frown stealing over my features…

"I have never lied to you. Not once. Not since…" I cut myself off and began again. "I haven't had cause or concern to lie to you in a very long time, Draco. I may not have told you everything outright. But I have neither lied to you in turn."

His features hardened, the lines of his face smoothing into a mask, and he dropped my hand from his, so suddenly that a chill crept up my spine as his warmth left it. "Then what you said back then still holds true?" His words were ice. So frigid and cutting that I felt physically struck by them. But I couldn't figure out why. For they held no meaning to me... What words? What had I said… and back then? Back when?

"I'm afraid I don't understand your meaning. Speak plainly. For once in your life, Draco… say it outright." Again, it was a plea. Though I hadn't meant for it to be. And something in my voice, or maybe my face, spoke to him. Because he sighed, and then took in one long breath before dropping his head. His shoulders sagged as if the fight, the will, had gone out of him entirely.

"It isn't fair, Harry. It just isn't fair… or right. To play games with someone's heart. It's cruel, you know? I've spent far too long…" He cut himself off and turned, making to leave. A rage I hadn't known I possessed took hold of me, then. I stood and cut off his escape route, laying a hand upon his elbow. Making sure to keep it light, so that he knew he could pull free if he liked.

"You? You've spent far too long? Draco Malfoy, you sodding prat! How dare you? How fucking dare you, I say?" My left hand, which had been idle at my side, reached up and cupped his cheek ever so tenderly. I let my eyes fall to half-mast as I savored the feeling of his skin under my palm yet again. My voice, losing all power, came out a thin whisper as I fought for air. "You've haunted me for years… I have seen nothing and no one but you since I was fifteen years old. Better yet, younger still! And you have the audacity to claim me as the one playing games here? Tread carefully, Draco. For you know naught of which you speak." And as I said the words, my eyes were drawn to his mouth, which had parted in a gasp…

It seemed like quite the proper invitation to me.

So I kissed him. I pulled him into my arms, and held his slighter frame close while our lips finally came together. He let loose a whimper and I swallowed it eagerly. Groaning at the way his tongue met mine so easily. Soft and wet…welcoming and warm… I pressed forward, pulling him closer and claimed his mouth as my own. I don't know when I'd done it, but when we parted for air, I found that I'd pressed him back against the chamber walls, tangling my fingers into his silken locks. He shuddered and gasped, moaning my name as I moved to suckle his neck between kisses.

I pulled his robes off slowly, savoring every inch of newly exposed flesh, and paying it proper worship with my lips and tongue for good measure. His hands roamed over every part of my body within his reach but I wanted to savor him. To memorize every curve, every line of his body... I knelt before him, after he'd been stripped bare, standing in the middle of my quarters, and took in his beauty breathlessly. Licking him until he shook with the strain it took to remain standing… begging for me, for more.

Past that it was a blur of skin and fire and heat and Draco. I had him splayed underneath me… panting, begging, and moaning for me… His skin tasted divine… and ever so sweet. His mouth curved up to met mine at every turn… His body, heavens, his body… The things it told me under my touches. The way his eyes couldn't lie to my hands, to me. The slightest caress had him arching into me, and I could have died, there in that moment. I could have died and been a happy man. But the way he looked at me, when I touched him and brought him to the brink of pleasure and back again… it was the closest thing to heaven I swear that I will ever bear witness to. Right until his body shuddered, and he called my name as the proof of his pleasure spilled from him. And then I was lost to intense heat and satisfaction in turn. Clutching him to me as if he were the only thing keeping me alive.

Hours later, sated, spent, curled around each other, and very close to slumber; he tucked his head under my chin and held me tight. "I don't understand you, Harry…"

I frowned and kissed the top of his head, running my fingers through his long tangled tresses. "What don't you understand, love?"

He let out a small sigh and curled just the tiniest bit closer, his words coming out in the smallest whisper that I've ever heard him utter…

"You said you didn't want me… Back then. But I saw… I saw that you did. At least a little… And I didn't just imagine it."

It took my sleepy and sated mind a moment to catch up with his words and the meaning behind them. Recalling the memory, I sighed and kissed his head once again, drawing light circles over the span of his back.

"I said I didn't belong to anyone… But you hadn't let me finish. Besides, I was young then. And I hadn't known…" I trailed off and rolled onto my back, gently urging him to follow so that he lay against my chest. Then I felt him frown against my skin and shift to look up into my eyes, tone and expression uncertain.

"What hadn't you known?"

I smiled down at him and stole a quick kiss.

"I'd already belonged to you… and for some time, at that. I was just too dense to realize it. I've been yours for well over ten years now. I wanted you so badly, then. I wanted you with everything I had… Did you really not know?"

He was quiet for a long time after that.

But then, he shifted, and pulled out of my arms. I panicked and attempted to bring him back, but he merely chuckled. "I'm not leaving… just give me a moment, yeah?" I frowned, but nodded, and lay back, letting the tension that had appeared drift out of my still sluggish muscles. He returned a few short moments later, after riffling through his robes, which I'd tossed to the far end of the rooms in my haste. Pressing something small and cool into my hands, he sighed and curled himself around me once more.

I lifted the object up for inspection and tilted my head in curiosity. Utterly perplexed.

"They're memories… I thought… I think it only right that if I saw into your private memories, that you should have the chance to see into mine." Still, I was confused, and it must have shown plainly upon my face, for he sighed and went on. "It's why I came here tonight. I intended to give it to you, as a sort of peace offering…"

I cut him off…

"Then why did you look as though you'd intended to cut off my very manhood when you arrived?"

He laughed and ducked his head, dropping a small kiss upon my chest. "Malfoy's never say they're sorry. I've never had the cause to do so before either. I… I didn't know how to go about it…"

I laughed uproariously, "So you chose to storm in looking as if you'd had a mind to hex me into next week?'

Even he couldn't hold his laughter back then, and tossed his head back gracefully. "Oh do shut up, you prat!" I continued to laugh, before I returned my attention to his offering…

"So exactly what is it in these memories that I'm meant to see?"

He smiled and gently pried the bottle from my hands. "You'll just have to find out after lessons tomorrow. But right now, it's late, and we need rest…" He set the small jar upon the nightstand and curled back into my side with a deep and satisfied sigh. "Goodnight, Harry."

I kissed his forehead, then lay back and curled my fingers into his hair.

"Goodnight, Draco."

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A/N: Thoughts anyone? *Smiles* I'll update as soon as I can... but there isn't much left to the story. Fair warning to you all.
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