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The Domino Effect	By : jameschick Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 28943 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Domino Effect
- 2-part 2
- 3-part 3
- 4-part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16
- 17-Part 17
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Part 20
- 21-Part 21
- 22-Part 22
- 23-Part 23
- 24-Part 24
- 25-Part 25
- 26-Part 26
- 27-Part 27
- 28-Epilogue
- 5
- 6
- 7
Part 6

Everything you say to me, takes me one step closer to the edge and I'm about to break - Linkin Park

After leaving Draco at the front entrance, Harry made his way back up to the Gryffindor tower feeling better than he had since the attack. It felt... good to talk with Draco, to laugh with him. Even though he was positive that the other boy had been about to hex him when he'd found out that Harry had sent him the broom back in sixth year, Harry felt that he could trust Draco now.
Harry was so lost in his thoughts on Draco, that he didn't hear the person approaching him and when a firm hand came down on his shoulder he spun around and shouted, "Expelliarmus! Stupefy!"
Seamus and Dean didn't know what hit them as one of them flew backwards, and the other found himself unable to move and toppling toward the floor. Harry watched in a fascinated kind of horror as Dean picked himself up off the floor and rubbed the back of his head. His fingers came away bloody.
"Geez, Harry, remind me not to sneak up on you ever again," Dean mumbled as he came closer. "Uh, you think you could let Seamus go now?"
Harry blinked and then, with his wand still trained on Seamus, murmured "Ennervate."
Seamus groaned and got to his feet. He reached down and picked something up off the floor and then stood straight again. "I was only trying to return your broom, mate. Someone left it outside the portrait with a note on it," Seamus spoke as he pulled a slip of parchment from his pocket. He read:
You should be more careful, Potter. You never know what some people might try and get up to with your broom handle.
Seamus laughed, "Can you imagine? I mean, if Creevy had gotten hold of it, you might have to force him to marry it, eh?"
Dean joined in the laughter with Seamus; neither boy noticed as Harry's face drained of colour and he started to shake. It was only when he turned and bolted from the hallway and back down the stairs that they stopped chuckling and frowned in confusion.
"Ah well, I'll just take it up and leave it by his bed then," Seamus said, shrugging his shoulders and taking the last few steps toward the Fat Lady and the entrance to the Gryffindor common room. Dean followed behind him, still rubbing at the back of his head.

~!~

Harry ran. He didn't know where he was going, or why he was running, he just ran. He took off out the front doors and across the lawn toward the Whomping Willow, following the same path he had led Draco down earlier that night. It wasn't until he was safely ensconced in the old Shrieking Shack that he finally let himself stop.
He collapsed onto the floor of the old living room and crawled into a corner. Pulling his knees up to his chest he rested his head on them and let himself cry. Strange how it wasn't nearly as cathartic without Draco there to hold him this time.

~!~

"And he just took off?" Ron asked when Dean had finished explaining what had happened in the hallway.
"Yeah, he seemed really freaked out. I mean, it's not like him to go flinging hexes around like that, or to run off without even saying sorry," Dean said as he shook his head. "I mean, I saw him with Malfoy earlier, and maybe he said something to rile Harry up, but it didn't look like they were arguing. In fact, they seemed to be laughing together."
Ron's eyebrows climbed into his hairline. "Harry and Malfoy? Laughing together? Tell me you're joking, mate."
"No joke," Seamus answered. "I saw it too."
"Bloody Hell," Ron whispered. "It's the end of the world, I tell you. Harry, laughing with a Malfoy," Ron shook his head. "It's just wrong."
There were muffled sounds of agreement from Dean and Seamus while Neville sat quietly, gazing out of the window as a lone figure made it's way across the grass in the pale moonlight.

~!~

"Potter?" Draco whispered as he watched Harry come running down the stairs and out the front doors. He had been sitting on the stairs debating on whether to go to his dorm or back to Snape's to sleep after Harry had left to go back to Gryffindor. He had barely gotten six feet away from the staircase when Harry flew through like he was being chased by hellhounds.
Giving no further thought to his sleeping arrangements, he headed out into the night after the obviously distraught Gryffindor, and when he saw where he was headed, he knew that at least he didn't have to worry about losing track of him.
Making his way through the tunnel, Draco cursed softly to himself. If he'd known he was going to spend his evening traipsing around in dirty, dusty tunnels and getting cobwebs in his hair, he would have taken one of Goyle's cloaks to put on over his clothes.
Finally, emerging from a trapdoor into what looked like the parlour of what had once probably been a nice house, he heard Harry's choked sobs and made his way across to the far corner of the room. Crouching down, Draco tentatively placed his hand on the back of Harry's head. "Potter, what's wrong?"
Harry didn't answer, just shook his head and tried to stop crying. It didn't even register that Draco had touched him and he hadn't cursed him into oblivion. He was too upset to really think about it just then.
Draco sighed and shifted so that he was sitting beside Harry, his back against the wall, and he draped one arm around Harry and pulled him closer. "You don't have to tell me what happened, Harry. Just answer me one thing. Did someone try to attack you again?"
Harry shook his head no and Draco let out a relieved breath. "Are you hurt in any way?"
Another head shake and Draco tightened his arm around the still sniffling boy. "Do you want me to go?"
Harry's head shot up and wide, panic stricken eyes turned on Draco. "No! I - I mean, no. Please, stay."
"Alright Potter," Harry frowned and Draco chuckled. "Harry. I'll stay."
Harry sighed and leaned into Draco and closed his eyes. They stayed like that in silence for a little while before Harry spoke. "They brought my broom back," he whispered. "There was a note, a warning. Kind of a... reminder. It upset me."
What did it say?" Draco asked softly as he ran his hand up and down Harry's arm in a soothing manner.
"That I should be careful, and that I never know what," Harry voice cracked. "What some people might get up to with my broom handle."
Draco was livid. "Bloody bastards," he hissed. "I'll skin them alive, I'll lock them in the dungeons and torture them non-stop for days, I'll - I'll feed them Longbottom's potions and deny them medical care!"
Harry couldn't help but feel a little better that Draco was so angry on his behalf, plus the idea of making them drink Neville's potion blunders was kind of amusing - in an 'I so want to do that' kind of way.
"No," Harry whispered. "I have a better idea."
Looking up at Draco's curious expression, Harry smiled and asked, "Draco, can you keep a secret?"
"With the right incentive, Potter. Why?"
"If you promise not to tell, I'll show you," Harry smirked.
Draco was a good study of character. He knew this, and had always trusted his instincts when it came to other people. His instincts at that moment were telling him that Harry Potter was not the boy he'd thought he was, that he had a darkness in him that had been recently brought to the surface - no doubts about why - and that if he agreed to keep Harry's secrets, he'd learn things that his father had never even dreamed about. It wasn't a hard decision to make. "Alright, Harry. I'll keep your secrets, now show me what you have in mind."
"Not here," Harry said as he got to his feet.
"I'm hearing that a lot from you tonight, Harry. So, where then?"
"Third floor, Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, come on."
Draco gaped at Harry for a minute before following him down into the tunnel and back toward the school. "You better have a damn good reason for this, Potter. That bloody ghost is a pervert, she's always popping up in the prefects' bathroom when I'm in there."
Harry just laughed. "And here I thought she had better taste, Malfoy; I mean, she's been doing that to me since second year."

~!~

"Okay, Harry," Draco folded his arms over his chest and looked around the empty bathroom, an unamused expression on his face. "You've managed to get me in here, now what?"
"Watch and learn," Harry said as he walked up to the sink and hissed in Parseltongue.
Draco jumped back as the sink began to move and looked at Harry in shock. "Just how many of these secret passageways do you know of?"
"A few," Harry answered and shrugged his shoulders. "But this one's special. I'm the only one who can open it. Parselmouth, remember?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Like I could forget, and even if I had, you just spoke Parseltongue in front of me, so I think it might have refreshed my memory." At Harry's sheepish grin, Draco continued. "So, oh great snake-speaker, where does this lead to?"
Harry gave Draco a look that sent chills down his spine, a smile that was so dark, so out of place on the Gryffindor's Golden Boy, Draco couldn't quite suppress a small shudder.
"Welcome," Harry spoke in a soft, hypnotizing voice. "Draco Malfoy, to the Chamber of Secrets," Then he jumped into the hole in the floor and disappeared.
"Bloody hell," Draco whispered. "The Chamber of Secrets? I always wanted to see it, and it looks like I got my wish." He took a deep, fortifying breath and followed after Harry.

~!~

Ron Weasley lay awake staring at the ceiling. The others had long given up on waiting for Harry and had retired to bed, but Ron just couldn't sleep. The image of Harry and Malfoy together wouldn't leave his mind. If they were laughing together, what else were they doing that he wasn't aware of? It was no secret that Harry was interested in blokes, at least it wasn't a secret in the seventh year boys' dorm. And you could tell just by looking at Malfoy that he was a bloody shirt-lifter. Not that there was anything wrong with that, Ron hastily amended. Although, if it weren't for Harry being gay, he doubted he'd have bothered.
His brain kept supplying him with images of Harry and ferret-face locked in a passionate embrace. If it were anyone else Harry was shagging, he would have been okay with it, really, well, as long as it wasn't the other Malfoy, or You-Know-Who. Or Crabbe, or Goyle, or Colin Creevy - cause that was just creepy.
Sighing heavily, Ron turned over in bed and closed his eyes. "Bloody hell, Harry. Where are you?" he whispered.

~!~

Draco was amazed. It was nothing like he'd pictured it, but so much better than he had imagined. Harry gave him a guided tour of where he had found Ginny Weasley, the tunnels he'd run through in an attempt to escape the Basilisk, the spot where he'd finally killed the giant snake and the sixteen year old Tom Riddle. It was so easy to picture it all as Harry talked, like he could close his eyes and watch it play out as it really had. He was once again envious that Harry had refused his friendship back in first year. To be a part of something like that... But then again, he was a part of it now and he didn't have to deal with a killer snake, so all things considered, this was probably better.
"You haven't seen the best part yet, Malfoy," Harry's softly spoken words snapped Draco out of his musings and he looked up to see that Potter had that evil glint in his eye again. Yes, he could definitely see why people followed him. If Potter had a mind for it, he could not only do away with Voldemort, but replace him as well.
"Well then, get on with it. Show me all of your secrets, Potter."
Harry chuckled. "Not all of them, but I'll show you why I brought you down here. But first," Harry continued, "Your word that this stays between us. And Draco? I'll know if you tell anyone."
Draco didn't know how Harry would know, but he believed him when he said he would. "I give you my word as a Malfoy, whatever you show me down here will remain between us." Draco stuck out his hand and couldn't help but smile when Harry took it without hesitation.
"Alright then, follow me," Harry turned on his heel and walked toward Salazar's study. As a Slytherin, he was sure that Draco would appreciate what he was going to see.
At the double doors, Harry once again greeted the snakes, introduced them to Draco, and then stepped into the room. He turned back to watch as Draco walked in, an inquisitive look on his face. "Draco, you are only the second person to step through those doors since Salazar Slytherin himself last used this room - I was the first. Welcome to Slytherin's study."

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