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Nobody Tell	By : GryffindorToy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 20195 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 6

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�Harry? Are you feeling alright, mate?� Ron asked, �You look like shit.�

Harry grimaced, sitting down at the table and picking up a piece of toast. �Thanks a lot� For your information, I didn�t get much sleep last night.�

�Why?� Hermione asked.

�I was thinking,� he said, �About everything that happened over the summer and what�s going to happen in December.�

�What�s going to happen in December?� Seamus asked, and Draco looked over at Harry expectantly.

�My trial,� he said simply.

�Trial?� Dean said, raising an eyebrow.

�Yeah. For the attempted murder of my uncle,� Harry said, �I have to testify in a Muggle court.�

�Oh, I remember reading something about that,� Dean said.

�Hey, Harry,� Draco interrupted, �Defense Against the Dark Arts is the last class of the day, so hang back and we�ll talk to Professor Snape, okay?�

Harry smiled at him, thankful for the swift change of subject. �That�s fine.�

�Speaking of class,� Hermione said, �Let�s go. We should get to Transfiguration early so we can meet the new professor.�

Harry and Ron rolled their eyes, but followed her nonetheless, waving at their housemates- and Draco. They stepped into the classroom to see the back of a man who looked oddly familiar. He turned around at the sound of scraping chairs and grinned at them.

�I just couldn�t stay away�� Remus Lupin said, shrugging.

�Yes!� Ron exclaimed, triumphantly, punching the air.

Remus laughed. �I�m glad to see that you�re so enthusiastic.�

�Why are you here?� Harry asked.

�Why, I�m here to teach, of course,� he replied, �I would�ve gone for Defense again, but as Severus is currently occupying that position��

�Why are you really here?� Harry said, narrowing his eyes.

Remus sighed. �I am going to teach, and I am fully qualified for the position� but I�m here to make sure- you don�t do anything drastic.�

Harry raised an eyebrow at him. �How do you mean?�

�We- that is Minerva, Molly, myself, and the majority of the order- felt that, with the preceding events, you might attempt� to hurt yourself, in one way or another,� Remus said, choosing his words carefully, �I�m not here to spy, and I don�t plan on becoming your shadow, but I am here to ensure your safety.�

Harry looked down at the ground. He wasn�t going to protest, because, though he would never admit it aloud, he had thought of just ending it all several times. However, he knew that if he were to commit suicide, he would leave behind a great many distraught people, and he didn�t want to hurt the people who cared so much about him. Instead, he looked up at Remus and shrugged, grinning.

Remus sighed in relief. He had thought, for sure, that Harry would yell at him for being a busybody.

�Well I, for one, can�t believe you think so little of us, as Harry�s friends,� Hermione said, �Do you honestly think that any of us would let anything happen to Harry?�

�Of course not,� Remus said, �I�m just here as- added precaution. We all know that you�re able to keep Harry safe, as you�ve proven numerous times.�

The students began filing into the classroom and, upon seeing Professor Lupin, whooped excitedly. Remus smiled warmly at them.

�Good morning, class,� he said, �I trust you�ve all had an exciting summer and are ready to get back to the dull routine of school?�

They groaned, taking their seats.

�Well, good, because there won�t be any boredom in this classroom,� he said, which improved their spirits a great deal, �Well, without any further ado, we�re going to dive straight into human transfiguration��

!x!

DADA couldn�t have come any faster for Harry- and it couldn�t have gone by any slower. Throughout the entire lesson, Snape was casting curious glances in Harry�s direction. Whenever Harry met his gaze, and saw the lack of malice in those obsidian eyes, he got a severe case of the creeps. �I like him better when he�s all snarky�� he thought.

By the time class ended, Harry was even more anxious about talking with Snape than he had been the night before. The last thing he wanted was the man�s pity�

�Harry?� Draco said, stepping up beside him, �Are you okay? You look a little green.�

�I�m fine,� he replied, �Let�s get this over with.�

Hermione and Ron said they�d wait outside for them and left, albeit reluctantly. Harry and Draco approached Snape�s desk and he looked up at them, quirking an eyebrow. Harry swallowed reflexively, tensing for attack. Draco stepped in front of him slightly- a subtle gesture, but one that did not go unnoticed by one Severus Snape, whose eyebrows shot into his hairline at this action.

�Draco, Mr. Potter,� he said, nodding in their direction, �Is there something you wish to discuss?�

�Yes, but not here,� Draco said, �Could we go into your office, maybe?�

�Of course,� Snape said, looking even more confuse, �But��

�But what?� Draco said.

�I was just wondering why, exactly, you are accompanying him,� he said, breaking into his trademark smirk, �Surely, he�s old enough to face the consequences of his actions alone. You don�t need to hold his hand- which I am quite confused as to why you suddenly feel the need to.�

Harry blanched visibly at his harsh tone.

�Lupin didn�t tell you anything, did he?� Draco said.

�Only that I�m to be the boy�s lawyer,� he replied.

Draco sighed. �Great. Alright, let�s do this first and then you can ask your questions.�

�Very well, come along,� Snape said, standing and leading them into his office, �Take a seat, then.�

Harry sat down obediently and Draco pulled a chair up next to him. Snape leaned against the desk in front of them, arms folded across his chest. He simply stared down his nose at them for a few moments before he spoke.

�Let�s start with whether or not you actually stabbed your uncle,� he said.

�I did,� Harry replied in an eerily monotonous voice- a voice which had taken him the entire night to acquire the mental stability to use.

�Okay� did you do it purposefully?� Snape asked, and Harry noticed the little quill on his desk was taking notes.

�Yes,� he said.

�Why?�

Harry opened his mouth to speak and choked on his words. He swallowed the lump in his throat, sighing. �To save my life.�

Snape�s eyes widened at this. He knew the boy was telling the truth. The small white quill next to him was charmed to turn green if any lies were spoken in the room. �Mr. Potter, I need you to tell me exactly what happened that led to the attempted murder of Mr. Dursley.�

Harry took a deep breath and began telling Snape the same story he had told, first Ron and Hermione, and then Draco.

�When I went back there this last summer, Uncle Vernon seemed even angrier than usual,� he explained quietly, �I learned a little later that he had gotten a letter from Professor McGonagal to keep me safe, and she explained to him about how I�m considered the savior of our world and all that bull shit- excuse me.� He blushed at his slip of the tongue. Snape excused him and told him to continue. �Anyway, she also told him that his family might be targeted by Voldemort because of their connection to me. I guess he felt that I was putting them all in danger just by existing� or something.�

He paused to compose himself. This was the third time he�d explained it, but it wasn�t getting any easier.

�So, I guess it started with threats the first week, and then he started getting- physical,� Harry said, �Especially toward my birthday. I expected that kind of behavior from Dudley, but not him. He just started using me as his punching bag. It certainly didn�t take much for him to beat the breath out of me� just a squeaky floorboard while they were watching television or laughing at something or- writing a letter.�

If Severus Snape had been confused before, it was nothing compared to what he was feeling now. The boy had been beat? By his own family, even! He ran a hand over his face, sighing.

�He beat you for writing letters?� he asked.

Harry nodded. �He was always afraid I would tell somebody about how I was treated and they�d come and take him away.�

�What happened that night?� he said.

�I was sleeping- it was almost midnight- and my aunt Petunia said that Vernon wanted to speak to me. I went downstairs and he was holding a letter from Molly Weasley that said they were coming to get me in the morning,� Harry said, �He was- really mad. I hadn�t said anything about anything, but he didn�t believe me. He� he attacked me and started strangling me. He was yelling the entire time and calling me horrible things. Then he said that- before he killed me� he would get some- some use out of me��

Draco saw the tears before they began to spill from his eyes, and he placed his hand on top of Harry�s. He caught the raven haired boy�s gaze and gave him a sympathetic smile, grasping his hand tightly. Harry turned his face back to Snape, wiping at his eyes in frustration.

�Sorry�� he said, �Anyway- he turned me around against the counter and� he- he� do I really have to continue?�

�I�m afraid so�� Snape said, looking as though he would have liked to say �no� and then proceed to empty the contents of his stomach.

Harry sighed, pushing back his emotions. �He dropped my pants and ra- raped- me�� He turned his hand in Draco�s to lace their fingers together, keeping his eyes trained on Snape. �The entire time he was still strangling me, and I knew that if I didn�t do something, I was going to die. So- I started reaching around. I couldn�t really see, because I was- crying� and I found something and just swung back at him. I didn�t even know it was a knife until I turned around and saw it in my hand. So I dropped it next to my uncle�s body, got my stuff, wrote a letter to Ron and Hermione, and left.�

�Is that everything?� Snape asked.

�Yes,� Harry said.

�Good,� Snape replied, waving his wand at the quill so it would stop recording. When he turned back to them, he eyed their entwined fingers suspiciously.

Harry noticed what he was looking at and let go of Draco�s hand quickly. He dropped his gaze to his lap, blushing. Why had he done that?

�I assume you�ve got some questions,� Draco said, smirking, �So, go ahead and ask so we can get to dinner.�

Snape raised an eyebrow at his impertinence. Though he was still processing what had just come out of Harry�s mouth, he was rather curious. �Why are you suddenly so- protective- of Mr. Potter, Draco? I haven�t seen anything but complete hatred between the two of you in the past.�

�I don�t know. It gives me something entertaining to do,� Draco said, shrugging, and then, laughing at the look on Harry�s face, �Relax. I�m only kidding. I guess I don�t exactly know the answer to that question.�

�Very well, then my next question is for you, Mr. Potter,� Snape said.

�Call me Harry,� he interrupted.

Snape looked at him strangely. �Excuse me?�

�Call me Harry,� he repeated with a little more confidence, �You call Draco by his first name, so- I figured it would be alright if you just called me Harry.�

He looked mildly surprised. �Okay, Harry- why did you tell Draco about this incident, as I�m assuming you did?�

Harry shrugged. �I honestly couldn�t tell you� though you could say it was out of spite.�

�How so?� Snape asked.

�Well, all of our years at Hogwarts, he was the biggest, baddest guy in school,� Harry explained, �And then he chases after me and has the gall to say that �it can�t be that bad�- I guess I just snapped. I wanted to tell him just how bad it really was� to show him that he was most definitely not the biggest, baddest guy- that there was true evil in the world.�

Draco winced at the memory. The sadistic smirk Harry had worn as he told his story was still clear in Draco�s mind. He felt a sudden wave of guilt at having bullied Harry when they were younger� he had already been through so much. �He�s a lot stronger than anybody thinks��

�What kind of relationship do you two have?� Snape said, eying them.

�Friends,� Harry answered quickly.

Snape saw the stubborn smirk that graced Draco�s mouth and knew what he was thinking without the use of Legilimency. �Not for long��

�I think that�s enough for today,� he said, �Every Wednesday and Friday you are to be here after dinner so that we can discuss your upcoming trial. Would I be correct if I said that Draco would be attending these meetings, as well?�

�Yes, sir,� Draco replied.

�Thank you. Now, you should both get to dinner. I can hear Mr. Weasley�s stomach growling from here,� Snape said, making Harry laugh. He was startled at the sound and found himself smiling. Just maybe the boy wasn�t his father after all.

Harry and Draco said goodbye and left the room, leaving Snape to his thoughts.

!x!

Later that night they sat in the Gryffindor Common Room watching Hermione and Ron play wizarding chess- probably the only thing that Ron could best her at, besides Quidditch. At the same time, they were trying to ignore the continuous stares and whispers of the students. Word had gotten round the school throughout the day about the Slytherin in Gryffindor dorms, and Colin Creevey was, at the moment, snapping frantic photos for proof.

Harry sighed. �Colin!� he exclaimed, �If I hear that shutter click one more time, I�m going to shove that camera so far up your ass, you�ll be spitting out the negatives!�

The clicking stopped and they heard a small mouse-like sound as Colin Creevey scurried up to his dorm.

�Thank Merlin!� Draco said, �I thought it�d never end!�

�You�re welcome,� Harry grumbled, �I�m going out, you guys.� He stood, turning to leave.

�Where?� Hermione asked.

�To the Prefects bathroom,� he said, turning back to grin at her, �I- persuaded- one of the Ravenclaw Prefects to give me the password after dinner.�

�Harry!� she exclaimed indignantly, �What did you do?�

�Nothing much�� he said, his eyes twinkling at them, �Chill, Hermione, I just asked him.�

Draco shook his head.

�I�m going to go take a bath now,� he said.

�How are you going to get there without getting caught?� Draco asked, following him into the dorm.

�I have my ways,� Harry said, pulling out his Invisibility Cloak and the Marauders Map.

�Wicked!� Draco said when he saw the cloak, �But what�s that dirty old parchment good for?�

Harry grinned. �I�ve only shown this to Ron and Hermione, but I guess you�re trustworthy. I solemnly swear I am up to no good. It shows everyone, everywhere, at every time.�

�Really?� Draco said, raising an eyebrow, �So� can I go with you?�

�To take a bath�?� Harry replied.

�You don�t have to be naked,� Draco said, �We could just� swim around. But I have nothing to do and I�m not going back down there.�

Harry grinned. �You could stay here��

�Alone? How boring!� Draco exclaimed.

�Read a book or something,� Harry suggested.

�I don�t want to,� Draco whined, �Please, let me go with you!�

Harry sighed. �Fine� Get your shoes. Bloody child.�

They reached the Prefects bathroom with little incidence and slipped inside silently. They discarded their shirts, having changed before they left, and ran the water. They decided to run all of the taps, so that there were several layers of scented bubbles, foam, and fog hovering over the water. When it was filled, Harry turned off the taps and slid into the warm water, letting it sooth his exhausted body. He closed his eyes, relaxing against the side of the pool, sighing.

Draco watched Harry slide gracefully into the water and licked his lips subconsciously. Maybe this had been a bad idea� He smiled when Harry closed his eyes and sighed. �He must be under a lot of stress� poor guy.�

Harry heard a slight splash and opened his eyes to see Draco emerge from the water a few inches away from him. He pushed his platinum hair away from his face, smirking.

�Your glasses are going to rust,� Draco said, closing the distance between them and removing the spectacles from Harry�s face. He set them down near the tub and moved away, chuckling at the blush that crept into Harry�s cheeks. He was too cute when he was embarrassed.

Harry cleared his throat. �So� why did you come with me, again?�

�Because being alone is boring and the common room is scary,� Draco answered.

�Right�� Harry said, rolling his eyes.

�How did you really get the password out of the boy?� Draco asked, trying to keep the curiosity and possible jealousy out of his voice.

�I just gave him a good snog,� Harry said, laughing, �No, but I did promise I�d take a bath with him sometime. Eager little bloke.�

Draco narrowed his eyes, growling.

Harry�s own eyes danced. �What�s this? Jealousy? It�s not as though you have any claim on me. If I want to be a tease, I�ll be a tease� and if I want to bathe with an adorable little 6th year Ravenclaw, I damn well will. I bet he�d be a good shag, too��

Draco shot through the water like a bullet, pressing Harry firmly against the wall of the tub with his body. �Listen here and listen well. I have every claim on you, and you won�t be bathing with anybody else anytime in the future.�

Harry swallowed air, his eyes wide. �I know that, Draco. I was just kidding� I really did ask him.�

Draco saw the fear in his eyes and back up a bit. He hadn�t realized� he sighed. He needed to keep a tighter reign on his instinctual possessiveness. He reached up to cup Harry�s cheek in one hand, gently stroking it with his thumb.

�Don�t be afraid of me, Harry,� he said softly, �I would never hurt you, I promise. I�m sorry I scared you.�

He nodded and Draco leaned down slightly to brush his lips against Harry�s softly. When he pulled back and saw the mixture of confusion, curiosity, and lust smoldering in the green depths of Harry�s eyes, he captured his lips in a more insistent kiss, pushing him into the wall again.

Harry felt Draco�s lips pressing against his own and closed his eyes. He let himself drown in the sensations; the warm water, Draco�s body against his, his lips, and his hands entangled in his messy hair. He snaked his own arms around Draco�s waist, holding him in place even as he pulled away. Harry gazed up at him, bewilderment etched into his features. He didn�t know if it was the kiss or the perfumed air, but he was suddenly light-headed.

How odd that the though of kissing anybody but Draco repulsed him. He still didn�t know why the blonde was so special, but he did know that he still wasn�t quite ready for a relationship. He had a lot to think about and work past before he reached his previous level of self-assurance.

He relinquished his hold on Draco, who backed up. �I�m sorry,� Harry said, running a hand through his hair, �I don�t mean to lead you on but��

�I know,� Draco interjected, pulling himself out of the water, �You�re not ready for a relationship. I can wait. Let�s go back� I�m tired.�

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