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Dignosco Perturbatio	By : KianaD Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1771 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Same warnings/disclaimer as from chapter one. Carry on, brave soul.

Harry woke late the following morning, his head surprisingly clear considering the sheer volume of alcohol that he had managed to consume the previous night. However, no doubt his lack of feeling ill was largely due to the potion that Malfoy had made him take, and a small smile curled his lips, remembering how easily he had fallen asleep next to the other man.
Even in his sobriety, Harry had no regrets regarding any of the events from the previous evening, not that he had expected to but he was somewhat surprised to find that he wasn't even in the least bit embarrassed at the way he had practically thrown himself at Malfoy. Or rather the way he did throw himself at Malfoy. He wasn't in the habit of being so� forthcoming in such matters but he supposed that the extreme nature of the situation that had brought them together had something to do with it. He had read in one of Aunt Petunia's magazines once that things like that can happen.
Rolling over onto this back, he stretched, a long moan escaping his lips as he felt the bones in his back, neck crack loose, sleep relaxed muscles slowly beginning to come alive once again. He wasn't surprised in the least to find that Malfoy had already risen; although he was a little bemused that he hadn't woken him.
Throwing his legs over the side of the bed, he slowly rose to his feet, pleasantly noting that his ability to stand without swaying all over the place had indeed returned to him, and the accompanying light-headedness had also taken leave. He would have to remember to thank Malfoy for that potion later. He just needed to find him first.
Padding his way quietly back towards the living room, he rested against the doorframe, finding Malfoy sitting in the same chair he had occupied the previous evening, engrossed in writing something.
"Could have woken me you know," Harry yawned, his voice still somewhat thick with sleep.
Draco set down his quill and rolled up the parchments in front of him before turning to face Potter. "I know I could have," he said with a small grin. "As it is, Remus is rather irritated at me for keeping you." Draco voice was anything but contrite. "Did you sleep well?"
"Yeah, like a log," Harry replied with another yawn, walking across the room to perch himself on the arm of Malfoy's chair, glancing down at the parchment he was writing on. "What you doing? And why was Lupin irritated?"
"Because I didn�t mention we wouldn�t be back last night," Draco said with a shrug. "I wouldn�t doubt he�s a little worried I might have, oh I don�t know� cursed you?" he added with a wicked grin.
"Yeah, cause it's not like you make a habit of doing that or anything, is it?" Harry chuckled and shook his head, noting that Malfoy had once again dodged a question and deciding that he may as well get used to it.
"I did not answer him, I figured I would much rather be present to see his full-bodied reaction when I tell him, �Yes I did curse Potter and I quite enjoyed it�."
"Quite enjoyed it?" Harry replied sulkily. "It wasn't so long ago that you used to love hexing me, or trying to knock me off my broom or generally cause me all manner of pain and discomfort. Seems I've fallen out of favour."
"Indeed you have Potter," Draco said sadly. "Indeed you have."
Harry grinned, unable to come up with any sort of suitable reply to Malfoy's comment due to the fact that his brain was still half asleep. The significance of Malfoy's answer however, was not lost on him and really, it was all Harry could do to stop himself from pulling the other man back into the bedroom and finishing what he had started last night.
"So you're going back to Hogwarts later then?" he asked finally, trying to divert his thoughts away from bedrooms and beds and the fact that he was hungry�and not just for Malfoy either it seemed, as his stomach gave a quiet growl.
"I am to escort you back, yes," Draco answered. "As soon as you are ready."
Truthfully, Harry was in no hurry to leave. He was perfectly content where he was, with whom he was with and he would have been happy to stay longer; however, he knew this wasn't possible. He would have most likely already been missed at home, and he still needed to think of an explanation for where he had disappeared to and whom he had been with and so nodding he slowly got to his feet.
"Give me a few minutes and I'll be ready to go, unless you have things you need to do here first?"
"No, I am ready," Draco answered, as he too stood. "Remus mentioned he and Dumbledore both feel you ought to remain at Hogwarts through Christmas," he said as he turned to face the other man.
"Yeah, because that isn't going to be in the least bit suspicious is it." Harry snorted softly as he shook his head. Honestly, he knew they were most probably trying to help and Dumbledore had never steered him in the wrong direction before; nor had Lupin come to think of it, but Harry honestly didn't believe that this was the best thing to do. Still, it would serve little purpose to argue about it with Malfoy. After all, it wasn't as though it was his fault.
"Right, okay," he replied, sighing as he rubbed at his eyes with his fingers. "I'll be back in a minute."
Heading towards the bathroom, Harry washed quickly, figuring that a shower could wait until he got home, tried and failed (as he always did) to get his hair to sit flat before sighing and giving up. He almost seriously considered asking Malfoy exactly how he would manage to get his hair to sit flat, seeing how he seemed to convinced that he would be able to the night before. He thought better of it however, and returned to the living room ten minutes later looking as dishevelled as he did when he'd entered it, but ready to go nonetheless.
Draco moved away from the spot by the window where he had been waiting, and glanced over Potter once as he wondered what, exactly, Potter had done. "Ready?"
"I guess," Harry replied somewhat unenthusiastically. "You?"
"I at least look ready," Draco grinned in reply. "Come here, Potter."
Frowning, Harry took the few steps that separated them and stopped at Malfoy's feet. "I always look like this," he said trying to keep the weariness out of his voice.
The thought of going back to Hogwarts, of being away from here, it made the whole situation that little bit more real to him again and quite frankly Harry had been perfectly happy in the little bubble of denial that he had spent much of the previous evening in. In fact, it had been the happiest and most comfortable he had felt in a long time.
Shrugging, he dug his hands into his pockets, suddenly feeling clumsy and awkward again in comparison to the easy elegance that was Malfoy standing next to him.
Draco considered that for a minute as he tilted his head, slowly studying the other man from toe to head. "That is true," he mused.
He slipped an arm around Potter�s waist as he made a performance out of running the fingers of his other hand through the other man�s hair. "As impossible as you yourself," he murmured against Potter�s ear.
Harry exhaled slowly as he felt his eyes flutter closed, his head leaning into Malfoy's hand. If anything, it felt better that it had the previous night. No alcohol to dull his senses, he all but melted against the other man; finding himself feeling something unfamiliar and warm. Something that filled a gap that he hadn't realised had even been there in the first place. He wanted this, he wanted Malfoy, and frankly, the idea scared him a little.
"Mmm," he mumbled contentedly as he forced his eyes to open again. "At least I'm consistent?"
Draco willed his heart to stop racing, knowing he did not have time to drag Potter back to the bedroom and fuck him through the bed. Not yet.
"Something like, I�m certain. Now, before I end up being thrown to the wolves, are you ready?" he quipped instead.
"Yeah," Harry replied, not sounded very ready at all but certainly as ready as he was going to be under the circumstances. "Should get going I suppose."
Draco relaxed his grip but did not let go as he nodded and then lead the other man outside. He did drop his arm as he reset the wards, but after he had replaced his wand into his pocket, he again slipped his arm around Potter�s waist. "I do not want you to go either," he whispered into the other man�s upturned face before brushing his lips against Harry�s once; softly.
He let go before Potter could reply, and nodded briskly. "You first."
Harry wondered how it was possible for so many things to change in so short a time, but they had and it made no sense to him at all. Not that it needed to, but if your life was going to be turned upside down, generally it was nice to know the reason behind it.
He knew he'd mentioned to Malfoy how tired he'd been of the arguing, of the fighting and it was true. He'd just never really said exactly how tried of it he was. The war had taken more out of him than even he had realised. Yes, physically he'd come out of it more or less in the same condition as he'd entered, with the exception of a few more scars to add to his collection, but mentally and emotionally�
He wasn't unstable by any stretch of the word, at least no more so than he ever had been as some could argue; but he wasn't sure where he was going to summon the energy, the will to fight this latest battle. Yes, he had meant what he had said about his plan of doing nothing being the best one he could think of. Not alerting them to the fact he knew what was going on by taking any sort of action was a good idea. However, he couldn't help but wonder how much of it was because of that, and how much of it was because he simply couldn't be bothered to do anything about it? The Great Harry Potter thinking about giving up. The Prophet would have a field day.
But he never gave up, he always fought (and won) and he would do the same this time. If not for himself, then for Malfoy. For Draco.
Nodding, he pulled his wand from his pocket, murmured the spell, and with a loud crack was gone.
Draco waited a moment before following suit, unsurprised to see Potter waiting for him. "Harry Potter," he said with a slight bow. "Fancy meeting you here." He straightened and flashed a grin at the other man.
Harry turned as he heard the distinctive crack of someone Apparating close by fully expecting it to be Malfoy, but finding himself annoyingly on edge regardless.
Releasing the breath he hadn't realised he had been holding upon seeing the other man, he couldn't help but grin at the utter ridiculousness of his greeting.
"Yeah, funny that isn't it?" he replied rolling his eyes good-naturedly and ignoring the fact that when Malfoy grinned at him like that, his legs went all funny. "After all, it isn't like I've been making a habit of standing around waiting for you to finally grace me with your presence is it?"
"Everyone should be so lucky Potter," Draco smirked. "And I would love to stay and chat, but in some of us have a dash of delicacy where cold weather is concerned. Coming?"
"Course, how silly of me not to recognise it for the honour it is," Harry replied teasingly as he began to stalk off in the direction of the castle, the crisp snow crunching beneath his feet with every step he took.
After a few paces, he stopped in his tracks, and turned to look at the other man, a smirk spreading over his lips as he waited for him to catch up.
And as soon as Potter turned back, Draco let launch a wet ball of snow directly into Potter�s face before taking off in a run as fast as he could toward the castle.
Harry stood there stunned for a few moments while his brain registered what had just happened, and he recovered from the disgruntled feeling that came over him brought on by the fact that Malfoy had beaten him to it.
"The little git�" he laughed as he wiped the snow off his face and took off at a run (well, the fastest run he could manage considering how hard he was laughing) towards Malfoy. Catching up with him eventually, he grabbed the other man by the waist, while simultaneously swiping his legs from beneath him and knocking him into a large snow dune. Straddling his hips, he scooped up a large handful of snow and held it menacingly over the other man's head.
"You didn't seriously think I was going to let you get away with that did you?" he asked grinning broadly; his cheeks stained a bright red from the cold as water droplets trickled from his now wet hair down the side of his face.
"Get away with merely being helpful?" Draco asked, squirming slightly. "You needed to wash and besides that, your hair isn�t sticking up in a million places now," he said as he reached up, again running fingers through Potter�s hair.
Harry felt his heart beat a little bit quicker at the intimacy of the action, resisting the urge to close his eyes and relish in the sensation like he really wanted to do, because he knew to do that would be to give Malfoy the opportunity to knock him off and escape again. And he had no intention of allowing that to happen. Ever.
"Helpful?" he replied incredulously as he squeezed a little tighter with his knees in retaliation of Malfoy's squirming. "You call insulting me helpful? I did wash, actually. What do you think I was doing in the bathroom all that time before we left." The slight gleam in his eye took away any heat that his words may have had though as he bent slightly lower over the other man.
"You, however�" he paused, chewing slightly on his bottom lip while his eyes narrowed in thought, mind contemplating the ways in which he could administer his punishment. "Well, what could I do with you�?"
Bending the rest of the way down, Harry gently brushed his lips against Malfoy's, allowing them to linger there for a moment before he pulled back, his hand tugging slightly on the top of his coat and shirt, pulling it forward enough to allow his other hand to drop a wet ball of snow down his front.
"POTTER! I am going to fucking get you for that," Draco howled as he bucked up hard against Harry's body. He wasn't even able to enjoy the palpable lust his actions caused to show in Potter's face as he fought ineffectively to get up and shake the snow out of his clothes.
His eyes grew wide then, and he doubled his efforts as he started his vocal tirade again. "You fucking git, that went into my pants," he hissed out while managing to just hold in his laughter. "You just wait until I can reach my wand. You think I cursed your ass undignified last night, you just wait� Hello, Remus."
Harry couldn't help but laugh, and laugh hard as Malfoy bucked and writhed and wiggled beneath him, completely helpless and wet and utterly ravishing. But then he was greeting Lupin, and Harry looked up to see the figure of his former Professor looking down at him.
"Uh�hello," he replied, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing as he got to his feet, offering Malfoy a hand as he did so.
"Harry, Draco," Remus greeted, voice stern. "Do I even need to � "
As Remus spoke, Draco carefully gathered a small scoop of snow in each hand before taking Potter�s offer. He slipped the cold snow into the other man�s hand and prayed Potter would catch on.
Harry shivered slightly as his fingers wrapped around the cold, wet ball. Glancing at Malfoy, he held his gaze for a second longer than necessary in silent understanding of what he had to do as he waited for his cue.
Draco smiled slightly at the fact Potter was waiting for his lead and he held up his empty hand. "Remus, it is fine. I promise. I only cursed Potter once, and we both agree he deserved it."
Harry nodded his agreement, shrugging his shoulders as he switched his gaze back and forth from Lupin and Malfoy. "Well, he did give me plenty of warning, which I typically ignored so it was my own fault really."
"See? Totally within my rights," Draco smirked at Remus before winking at Potter and letting his snowball fly.
On Malfoy's wink, Harry threw his own snowball with a perfect aim, watching as it smacked Lupin squarely on the forehead. Doubling over in laughter, he clutched his side, a sharp pain beginning to develop as he struggled to catch his breath in the midst of his hilarity.
"Oh�God," he choked, peering up at Lupin's dripping face and feeling his amusement rekindle. "You should see yourself."
"He's only saying that because your hair actually looks worse than his. It is not often he can say that," Draco smirked.
"I would ask what, but I won�t bother, and I�m not certain I want to know, either. I will say that you both have about ten seconds to run, however," Remus said, grinning.
"Can't�run�" Harry choked, his hands resting on his hips as he forced himself to take several deep breaths. "Besides, not scared of you," he added with a grin at Lupin. "Think you can take us both on?"
Bending down to pick up another scoop of snow, he compacted it into a tight ball in his hand, deftly tossing it from one to the other, a slow smirk spreading over his lips.
Draco waited until Potter was completely distracted by Remus before launching himself at the other man around the waist and knocking him to the ground.
At Potter�s look of pure astonishment, Draco merely smirked. "I owe you, you remember," he said as he bent straddled over the other man and smirked into his face. He ignored Remus and reached out to the side, scooping snow into his hand as he did so; eyes never leaving Harry�s face.
"How to pay you back properly, I wonder," he continued as his free hand snaked into Harry�s jacket, fingers reaching for skin. He smiled as he found it, and continued to clamber his hand downward, smiling turning into a grin as he reached the top of Harry�s pants.
Uncaring Remus was behind him and that the man had gone quiet, he leaned over further, his face inches from Potter. He was acutely aware of the body underneath his; he could feel every curve, dip, and swell.
"Remind me to try this again at a time we�re both warm and better suited for it," Draco said softly before dropping the ball of snow into Harry�s pants.
Harry wondered why he had even bothered to try and get his breath back, seeing how no sooner than he did it was knocked straight out of him again, as he blinked slightly dazed and confused upon finding himself lying on the ground.
Thoughts of 'you bloody little traitor' passed through his mind briefly but were quickly forgotten as he gasped slightly at the touch of cold fingers against his chest, trailing slowly downwards, causing tiny shivers of cold and pleasure to travel down his spine at the contact.
He was just about to reply, when the other man leaned over slightly, bringing their faces so close together that his face tingled under the warmth of his breath. Had it not been for Lupin standing over them, witness to what Harry was sure must have been a rather� surprising scene, he might have completely forgotten the fact that he was cold, and wet and lying in a pile of snow and probably would have tried to have Malfoy there and then.
As it was however, Lupin was standing there and any thoughts of devouring the other man were immediately cast from his mind as Harry positively howled at the freezing, wet slush the other man had dropped down his trousers.
"You�little�.graaaaaaah�"
He shuddered as the cold permeated his body, every inch of skin becoming covered in gooseflesh while his hands grasped at his side, clutching a handful of snow and dropping it down Malfoy's back in retaliation.
"Fuck," Draco managed to cry out from between gritted teeth before Remus looming over them cut off any further tirade he had. "Oh shit," he whispered.
"Indeed, Draco," Remus answered cheerfully. "I did tell you both to run but I should have known better. Since when do either of you ever listen to me?" With that, he reached his arms above his head and tugged hard on the tree branch above, stepping back quickly as a storm of snow rained down on both men.
His seeker reflexes still very much in tact, Harry instinctively reached up and pulled Malfoy down towards him, causing the majority of the snow to land safely on the other man's back. Clearing the snow from his own face, while removing his glasses and shaking the snow of those before sighing and really wishing he'd cast and impervious charm on them, Harry snorted and replaced them; for all the good they were currently doing.
"That's it�" he spluttered, trying to get the snow out of his mouth, and pulling a face in distaste. "Now you're going to get it." At least he would, if Harry had absolutely any desire to move from his current position, which despite being soaked to the skin and seemingly getting wetter by the second, he really didn't.
"Who is getting what, exactly?" Draco asked in amusement. "You shouldn�t use such open ending statements, people will be quite willing to take advantage of you," he added, smirking as surprise again covered Harry�s features as Draco again slipped his hands inside the other man�s clothing, this time without the snow, as he lowered his mouth to Harry�s.
Harry whimpered, actually whimpered, as he felt his back arch slightly into the touch, completely oblivious to the fact that Lupin was standing over them the moment he felt Malfoy's mouth on his own, his hands moving to tangle in wet, golden hair.
"Can�think of worse things," he mumbled against the other man's mouth, as he slid one hand down to press lightly on the base of Malfoy's spine, pushing him a little closer.
"That is certainly one way to melt snow," Remus said, watching Harry and Draco in ill-concealed amusement.
Harry's cheeks flushed at the sound of Lupin's voice, as he became aware of his surroundings, and their audience, once again. Pulling back, he cleared his throat, suddenly feeling inexplicably shy.
"Yeah�err�sorry," he muttered as he caught Malfoy's gaze again with a slight smile.
"You get him from the left and I get him from the right?" Draco whispered into Harry�s ear before pulling back to stand up.
Harry nodded slightly, balling some snow in his hand as he pushed himself to his feet, wrinkling his nose as he pulled his wet and therefore extremely uncomfortable trousers from his leg.
"You do realise," he said to Malfoy as he walked casually towards Lupin, "if I get sick because of this, I'm going to make sure you do as well."
"I look forward to it," Draco smirked as he turned to face Remus as well, snow in hand.
"I should have known that where there is a disturbance that Potter would somehow be involved."
Snape's disdainful voice drawled from behind Lupin, as Harry peered over his former Professor's shoulder to see Snape's dark, morose figure gliding effortlessly through the snow; the black of his robes creating a stark contrast between the pristine whiteness that surrounded him and causing him to look more than a little out of place.
Inwardly Harry groaned, feeling his good mood leave him as quickly as it had arrived, as he barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes in reply.
"Hello Severus," Remus greeted, smiling warmly. "Come to play with us?"
Taking his place by Lupin's side, Snape merely raised a brow at the other man before turning his attention towards Potter, completely oblivious to Draco's presence in the group as he turned his back to him.
"I see you are still in one piece," he smirked as his tone betrayed the slightest hint of disappointment.
Eying Potter's wet, and dishevelled form from top to toe, he snorted. "Although, I would have thought that you would have made some attempt to make yourself presentable, if that is at all possible in your case which frankly I doubt."
Turning back to face Lupin, Snape gazed at the other man, his eyes taking in his own mussed and wet hair as he snorted softly and shook his head.
"Honestly Remus, I would have thought you would have outgrown such childishness. Potter hardly needs any encouragement to act like a fool; he is proficient enough at that as it is."
"We�re all fools in one way or another Severus," Remus chided softly, taking in Draco�s approaching form with barely managed uneasy. "Some more than others," he said, taking a small step backward.
Draco managed to reach Snape in time before the man turned, and he slipped an arm around his waist. "Good Morning, Sir," he said cheekily.
Startled by the pressure on his waist, Snape spun slightly his eyes falling upon his Godson, and he scowled. Really, Draco should know better than to sneak up on him, and really, the boy was damned lucky not to have found himself on the unfriendly end of a stupefy spell.
"Draco," he growled even as his body relaxed slightly with the recognition that no real danger was present. "Need I remind you how dangerous it is to sneak up on me? Perhaps you are in need of a reminder." Of course, the thought of purposefully hurting his Godson would never seriously have any place in Snape's mind, as he was certain the boy knew and so really, it rendered the threat somewhat useless.
"Did you have a certain repeat in mind?" Draco replied, smirking. With his free hand, he motioned Harry and Remus to make for the castle.
Remus� eyes fell on what Draco was holding and bit the inside of his cheek. "Come on then," he whispered to Harry. "I�m not certain I want to be around to witness this."
Harry's eyes moved from Malfoy, to Snape, to Lupin, then back to Malfoy again, his confusion more than evident until he too caught sight of what Malfoy was planning on doing.
Honestly, he would have much rather preferred to stand and watch, but something about the easy comfort in which Malfoy's arm draped around Snape's waist, and the way that Snape allowed it bothered him, and so shrugging he nodded and followed Lupin.
Meanwhile, Snape's eyes watched with interest Remus' and Potter's retreating figures, before he turned his head to face his Godson once again. "That entirely depends on which lesson proved to be the most effective, Draco." he drawled in reply.
"I am certain you could provide more than adequately in whichever you preferred," Draco said demurely, running his hands up Snape�s sides until they rested at the back of his head. "But, right now I think I would prefer something a little more� dangerous," he purred as he lowered his face until his lips met with Snape�s.
Then he dropped the ball of snow he had been holding down the opening in the other man�s robes.
Snape held Draco's gaze carefully, knowing perfectly well that he was up to something and knowing that he had the means to discover what, but he liked this� relationship that they had. Draco, like himself, was in every way the perfect Slytherin, and although his heart such as it was, belonged to Remus, Snape felt somewhat comforted in the presence of someone he knew to understand him in every way; even if that person was the perfect embodiment of a snake personified.
As Draco's mouth met his, he still didn't break eye contact, instead allowing himself the opportunity to brace himself for whatever it was that his Godson was about to do. Now more than ever, Snape was certain that he was, indeed, up to something; the scenario being so typically Draco - the sweetness leading to the sour, the tenderness that worked so well at putting people at ease before he attacked. It was all part of what made Draco such a formidable and deadly foe. At least it would have, had he ever felt like using his natural talents in such a way, which Snape was pleased to know he hadn't.
Had Draco taken the Mark as was his father's plan for him, Snape felt certain that he would have quickly risen through the Death Eater's ranks, taking his place at Voldemort's side and surpassing even his father's talents. He would have been unrivalled in both ability and ruthlessness, and once again, Snape was reminded of how grateful he was that the boy had chosen his own path, had the courage to turn away from what had been expected of him, regardless of what the personal cost had been. However, here he stood, and if not for the glint in his eyes, he would have looked truly angelic.

Snape didn't have long to wait it turned out, to discover what his Godson was up to, as no sooner had he felt the press of soft, warm lips on his own than the feeling was completely eclipsed by the stark contrast of wet and cold seeping down his back from the snow Draco had dropped down his robes.
Grasping the boy tightly by his arms, he pulled him close and growled menacingly as his body shuddered involuntarily at the alien chill. "You shouldn't have done that, Draco." He snarled, face inches from the other man's as he reached into his pocket and retrieved his wand, taking a step back as he did so.
"You like snow, I take it?" he asked with a smirk. "Very well then." And with a mumble of a spell and a flick and twist of his wand, Draco was completely encapsulated by compacted snow, effectively turning him into a human snowman.
Looking at his handiwork for a moment, Snape nodded approvingly and began walking off in the direction of the castle, turning once to call over his shoulder for Draco to try and keep up before continuing on his way and not looking back.
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