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When Two Are One	By : rachxoxo Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5198 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-**UPDATE**
- 12-Eleven
- 13-Twelve
- 14-Thirteen
- 15-Fourteen
- 5
- 6
- 7
Three weeks passed with no sign of Draco. No letters, no flashes of blond hair in the fireplace. Nothing. Harry was becoming worried.

�This is Draco Malfoy we�re talking about here, Harry� Hermione said, briskly turning the page of a book she�d dug out from under the rubbish in Regulus� room.

�I�m perfectly aware of who we�re talking about, Hermione, as I am the one who started the conversation.�

�Personally, I�m more worried about you. I mean, you�re becoming obsessed with him again, aren�t you?�the brunette said, dangling her legs over the end of the couch.

�I�m really starting to get tired of hearing that, you know.� Harry said, raking his hands through his hair.

�And I�m tired of hearing Draco this and Draco that.�

This was the norm for the interactions Harry was experiencing between his two supposed best friends. When Ron had returned from visiting with Charlie in Romania, he�d gone into a particularly long tirade about how a �dragon can�t shed it�s scales� and Harry had had to throw him out before he felt the need to curse Ron�s eyebrows off his face. Hermione was staying with him since then, having altered her parents memories to their original state, and was not getting much better about the subject of Draco Malfoy.

�What was that? Did that look like an owl to you?� Harry asked excitedly as a streak of black flew past the window.

�It�s a figment of your imagination. Your beloved Draco isn�t sending you a love letter.�

This was the final straw. Harry reached down between Hermione�s arms and slammed the book in her face.

�Goodbye!� he said, throwing her bag at her feet.

�Touched a sore spot talking about your little dragon?� Hermione huffed, grabbing up her bag.

�I said get the fuck out!� he screamed, finding no need for calmness in the tone of his voice.

Hermione stormed to the front door, slamming it behind her.

�What the hell is wrong with them?� Harry said to the empty room.

He fell into the plush couch with a deep sigh. The T.V. that Arthur Weasley had helped him bewitch hummed with music from some Muggle band that Harry couldn�t remember the name of. He�d taken solace in the fact that even though Ron wasn�t on the best terms with him that Arthur was still more than happy to help him anyway he could. Molly offered on countless occasions to cook him dinner, as Kreacher had begun to spend fewer hours confined to his kitchen and more away from the house completely, but Harry declined. Ginny had sent him volumes of letters telling him how stupid he was acting and that if he still wanted a future with her that he�d have to give up his �boyfriend�.

What Harry couldn�t understand in this maelstrom of regret and forgiveness that was post-war Earth that his three friends would still hold onto ideas that fueled hatred. They who had experienced death first hand, cleaving to the past as if it were a lifeline. How had he grown so much and they so little?

Harry closed his eyes an rested his head against the couch. He was ready to hand himself over to sleep when there was a loud pop in the doorway. He opened his eyes to find Kreacher standing there, smiling widely at him.

�Sorry I�m late. Daisy wouldn�t let me leave� Kreacher said, bowing to him.

Kreacher had taken the liberty of dropping the �Master� that usually preceded Harry�s name days ago. Harry didn�t really mind, as long as the elf kept the house clean and cooked for him from time to time (and as long as he�d never have to witness what he had at the Manor ever again).

�Don�t worry about dinner. I stopped by that Muggle Chinese restaurant in town.�

Kreacher nodded and left the room.

This is what his life had reduced to. A house-elf that was now more like a room mate. Two best friends that despised him for changing his beliefs, and an equally pissed off ex-girlfriend.

Not how I envisioned life without Voldemort being at all.He sighed, crossing his arms over his chest.

He couldn�t have slept longer than an hour when he was woken by the sound of pounding on the front door. Groggily he jogged down the stairs, expecting to find the sneering face of Ron, Hermione, or Ginny staring back at him.

�Look, if you�re just going to come back here and insult Draco, you wasted your time Apparating here� Harry said, rubbing his forehead.

�Why would I insult myself?� Draco asked.

�Draco!� Harry said, maybe a little more excitedly than he expected his voice to sound. �Where have you been?�

�Do you think that we can take this conversation inside? These bags are heavy.�

Harry looked down at the luggage held in Draco�s hands. He grabbed the largest one from him and led him into the house. Draco looked around, nodding in appreciation. �Not bad, Potter. Of course not as grand as the Manor, but inhabitable.�

Harry pushed the door closed and took Draco up the sets of stairs that led to the sitting room he spent numerous hours a day sulking in.

After Draco settled into the couch next to him, drink in hand, Harry re-asked his question.

�Where�ve you been? You realize it�s been three weeks since I�ve heard anything from you.�

�Worried about me? Awww. That�s precious� Draco smirked.

�I just thought that you�d keep in touch with me is all�

�I�m sorry for my elusiveness. I�ve been on a sort of holiday in America with Mother, Aunt Andromeda and Teddy. Aunt Anromeda�s late husband has some relatives there and told us that we had to experience American Muggle life.�

�You stayed with Muggles?!� Harry said, his eyes wide.

�A Muggle family complete with a father, mother, three year old son, teenage daughter and family dog, Trixie. I spent three weeks with no wand, no house-elf, nothing remotely magical. Aunt Andromeda insisted.� Draco said, setting his drink on the coffee table.

�And how did that turn out?�

�Much better than I expected. No one maimed me in any manner. I got to know the function of a telly-phone and learned how to fish without magic. It�s quite the humbling experience to have to dirty your hands with worm guts. What about you? Been having fun with your pals?�

Harry laughed and refilled their glasses.

�None of them are too happy to speak to me at the current time, I�m afraid. They all seem to still believe you have me under the Imperius.�

Draco smiled weakly. �Even Ginny?�

�She told me that if I want a life with her that I have to stop talking to you. I informed her that that won�t be happening anytime in the near future.�

Draco smiled wider now, laughing slightly as he took his glass from his lips.

�Been defending me to your lover, Potter?�

�Ginny Weasley is not my lover. She was my girlfriend for a very brief amount of time and now she wants to try to regain what we�ve lost.� Harry explained.

�You mean she�s never tossed you off or anything?�

Harry blushed. �Moving on��

�Ah, so I found the brave Gryffindor�s weakness. Tell me, Harry, did you stick your hand into her knickers and feel her hot, wet pussy?� Draco drawled, wagging his eyebrows.

Harry�s face was turning shades of red he never knew existed. �And how would I have had the time to do that while my life�s been in danger since day one?�

�We�ve got to get you laid, Harry. It�s one thing for a girl to be a virgin at eighteen, it�s sad for a bloke to be.�

Harry�s attention perked up at the utterance of his name but waned once the topic of his purity entered the discussion. His eyes traveled from Draco to one of the pieces of luggage lying on the floor.

�What�s that?� Harry asked, pointing to a deep burgundy suitcase.

�That is what I came here to show you,� Draco said, heaving the case to his lap. �Or one of the things I have to show you. I�ve been thinking and I�ve decided it�s time to start deconstructing the wall.�

�That�s wonderful. What made you change your mind so quickly?�

�My mother.� Draco said, pulling out bound leather books from the suitcase.

�Can you only see me if your mother tells you so?� Harry joked.

Draco closed the case and turned sideways, searching through the volumes. �You�re the only one I can trust with this.�

Harry�s eyes met Draco�s forehead as he riffled through the text of the book.

�Okay. Well, before I show you this, you need some back story. My mother and father have been together since their first year at Hogwarts, or thirty three years. They married in February of 1978 and were to produce an heir to the Malfoy family in no less than a year. They conceived a child in May of that year, but Mother miscarried three months into the pregnancy. Father�s family saw this as an extreme weakness, the inability to support a life. They tried in vain to produce a child and Mother miscarried twice more in the span of a year. I was conceived in September of 1979, and as you will read now, my Father has hated me since the inception of my life� Draco said, handing Harry the book.

April 18, 1978

The thing that lives inside of Narcissa has past the seven month marker. My beloved grows weaker everyday as it grows stronger, sucking the nutrients she so desperately needs from her blood supply. We have been informed by the doctors that the spawn is indeed male and developing at the rate expected in the seventh month of pregnancy. Thank God! Now Father can be happy to have an heir to the family name, and Narcissa can stop obsessing over having a child. My only worry is that the thing will take up most of the time Narcissa used to spend with me.

�Done with that?� Draco asked.

Harry nodded, handing the book over.

�This next entry is from the day after my birth.�

June 6, 1980

It has happened. The child has sprung forth from Narcissa�s loins. She has decided to call it Draco. Dragon. As if the thing could ever aspire to be as powerful as the fiery beast! It�s already taking up Cissy�s thoughts and time. She has to constantly check that it�s fed, whether it has shat it�s nappy. I am disgusted by it�s presence and it is not yet a day old. I would thoroughly enjoy bashing its skull with a sharp rock.

�So there it is, I�m not even a day old and already my father wishes for my death, just so that he can have Mother all to himself as he�s had for fifteen years.� Draco explained, tossing the book aside.

�Fucking wanker.� Harry muttered, taking a sip of his drink.

�That he was.� Draco said, seeking his next journal.

This one was decorated with Falmouth Falcon�s stickers and scribbled with the words �Slytherin Rules!� Clearly not Lucius� journal.

�Okay, that gave you a vague idea of why Father hated me. This is the journal I kept from the time I turned seven until the time I went to school. My life up until this point has been pretty uneventful and Father has not yet begun to express his hatred towards me. Mainly talks about what I did during the day and what magic I was already able to do. Not really important.� He threw the journal into a pile separate from his fathers.

He picked up a journal simply decorated in the Malfoy monogram and began skimming the pages.

�I�m in my third year now, and there�s been small instances of my father�s aversion. He�s appalled at my inability to out perform you in Quidditch, and my failure to achieve higher marks than Hermione in my classes. I�ve been locked in a chamber and beaten a few times, nothing leaving permanent damage. It�s Christmas holiday.� Draco said, handing the new book to Harry.

December 25,1993 Morning

It�s still quite difficult to lift my arm properly where that bloody chicken mauled it. I noticed that today when I pulled the sweater Mother had made for me over my head. Father has sat in the corner of the sitting room all day, sneering at me whenever Mother lets out a laugh at the jokes I�m reading from the book I received from Theo. Wonder what his problem is?

Night

I have never felt more violated in all my life. That is all I can say right now.

�What I am about to tell you�I�ve never told anyone this before. Not even my mother.� Draco said, sitting up straighter.

Harry closed the journal. �You don�t have to��

�Yes, I do. It�s part of what�s festering inside me� Draco said, standing up.

He paced the floor for a few moments, his head bowed. �Mind turning the telly-vision off?�

Harry obliged, throwing a white spark at the screen.

Draco lifted his head and took a deep breath. He pinched the top of his nose to steady his mind and tucked his shaking hands into his pockets.

�We had just finished dessert when my Aunt Bella called me upstairs to her bedroom. I can still remember the faint taste of honey on my lips when she ordered me to take her robes off,� he said, biting down hard on his lip. �No one was ever to defy an order given by Bellatrix Lestrange, or they dealt with the removal of vital appendages. �After her robes and clothes were done away with, I was told to kneel in between her legs.�

That�s why he didn�t want me to mention her.

Tears were threatening to spill and break his voice now, so he bit down even harder on his lip. The bitter tang of blood flooded his mouth. His breath was ragged when he began again.

�It was over in a matter of minutes. I got a nice kick in the side of the face as a parting gift.�

Harry was never at as much of a loss for speech as he was now. He searched Draco�s body language for any sign of what he could offer as condolence, but found the other man concentrating all his energy on holding back the emotion bubbling at the surface of his skin.

�Getting back to my father.� Draco said, his voice regaining its natural timbre. �When he failed to secure the Prophecy for Voldemort and I was named in his place to murder Dumbledore, any shred of respect still left within me vanished. My mother�s life was in jeopardy now more than ever. My father was as good as dead to me.�

He strode back to the couch and laid his head against the back of it. �That was up until three weeks ago.�

He pointed his eyes in Harry�s direction but didn�t lift his head to better see.

�I�m sure you read in the Prophet about the trial before the Wizengamot�

Harry nodded. �They exonerated you of all charges after administering Veritaserum and discovering you were placed under the Imperius curse by Voldemort. Your mother was charged with conspiracy for not turning your father in. Your father was charged with conspiracy, intent to murder and with being a Death Eater.�

�Correct. I spent every minute I could visiting my mother. In her first few weeks, she was extremely suicidal. It was the first time I was able to realize the immense strain the years of living under my father had on her. Nothing, and I mean nothing in this world affects me more than seeing tears in my mothers eyes. I pent that feeling up. Mother asked me to visit him on his birthday. I followed her wishes and met with him for five minutes. He was still his old foul self. He blamed his imprisonment on me. I felt the anger rising, so I left him there. When I was walking back towards the stairwell to the upper levels, a Dementor passed me. I felt the cold, heard the rattling, had my happiness leave me, all the textbook symptoms of a Dementor. As a side note, I was a prick for taking the piss out of you for that. It�s terrifying. Anyways, I swore to myself that day that I would never visit him again.�

He paused to sip his drink.

�Fast forward to three weeks ago. I was visiting with my mother and she was as happy as she could possibly be within those walls. Until she brought up my father. She told me that she had been granted a visit the previous day and his health was deteriorating. He wasn�t eating or bathing. The Dementors were obviously winning. She said that he was talking of how much he missed seeing me and that he was wrong for what he did. �I want you to go see him, Draco. To give you closure�. �I�ll do it, Mother. Not because I want to. Only for you�. So as per my mother�s wishes, I went down to the dungeons to visit my father.�

His composure was fading again, his breaths coming in gulps.

�He was apologizing to me for being such a horrible father and I was throwing insult after insult at him. �There�s not a day that goes by that I don�t regret what I�ve done to you and your mother. If I could go back to that night where I willed myself over to the Dark Lord�s service, I would. I�m abhorred by my behavior over the past eighteen years. It seems the only good things to come of my life during that time are your mother and you. I�ve taken you both for granted�� The Dementors were sweeping the hall now, beginning their rounds. My father screamed at me to leave before they could take my soul too. I meant to run back up the stairs for safety, but I couldn�t take my feet away from the floor. I was too transfixed on the words my father was screaming.�

�I love you, Draco. Should have never�done the things I�ve done to you. I love you, Draco. I�love��

�And they overtook him. I saw their hoods come back and saw the last portions of my father�s soul being ripped from his body. And I did nothing. I did nothing while my father screamed in agony .�

�You wouldn�t have been able to without a wa..�

�They could have taken me! They could have taken me instead of him.� Draco said, snapping up to his feet. His lashes were holding back the water gathering in his eyes.

�He was already so far gone��

�He loved me. He fucking loved me!� Draco cried.

Harry could watch him struggle no longer than he had already and took the short distance to meet him. In this moment, the wall Draco had so carefully constructed broke, sending bricks crashing to the hardwood beneath him. Harry engrossed Draco in his arms as the tears came, flowing freely on both sides of the embrace.

It was the first time in years he could remember feeling so warm. Draco buried his head in Harry�s shoulder, noting the subtle scent of some unknown cologne seeping through Harry�s shirt. Probably Muggle. He sobbed freely and loud, feeling the years of grief pour out of him. He didn�t care that all the defenses he had built up were now non-existent, he knew in his heart that Harry would never tell another soul what was happening now. His heart, the organ of his body that had been trodden on by his father so much, the organ that he had forgotten having (save for the times when his mother showed her undying affection towards him), his heart, was breaking.

Harry couldn�t recall crying this much even at Fred�s funeral. His breath was hitching up in his chest, the trails of his tears winding down his face and into Draco�s hair. What was so different about this? Why was is so much harder for him to hear Draco crying than the sobs of Molly Weasley? Draco, who he�d had such a terrible taste in his mouth from all these years, crying in his arms. His heart was breaking.

Draco was first to stray from the embrace, dabbing at his eyes with the hem of his shirt. Harry removed his glasses and wiped at the tears splattered over his face. They stared at each other then, forging the unspoken bond they now shared. Harry swiped at the piece of hair that crept towards Draco�s eye, his hand resting on the pale cheek. Draco placed his hand over Harry�s, pressing it closer to his skin.

�Kreacher has prepared your bed, Master Harry.�

Harry rolled his tongue around in his mouth and looked at Draco. A smile washed over Draco�s face.

�I thought you were over the formalities, Kreacher.� he said over his shoulder.

�Master Harry has a visitor. Oh, hello Master Draco.�

Draco raised his hand in a wave.

�Should Kreacher prepare another bed, Master Harry?�

�No, I don�t think that will be necessary.� Draco said.

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A/N: Dun dun dun! An excellent cliff to hang you all off of. *queue maniacal laugh* I know, I�m a bitch, but I have to keep you wanting to read somehow, don�t I?

The big angst-y patch has been salted and there may only be sprinklings of it later.

Thanks to Ero,thrnbrooke,paigeey07,ZooArmy,HarrynDracos_Melissa,Extraho,Tokyogirl21 and Narcissa for reviewing. Huggles and faerie dust to you all.

Oh, before I forget, due to popular common interest, there will be no more mention of elf sexual activity. I was heavily under the influence of bubble juice at the time, and I apologize deeply for the minds I have scared.

Review please, readers! It makes me a happy little kitty cat.
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