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Crossing Lines	By : KJmom827 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 11000 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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So, he was to visit the manor in two weeks' time for the weekend. He wasn't quite sure how he felt about it. On one hand it would be nice to get out of the dreary castle for a couple days. On the other, Malfoy Manor wasn't that much better. He also had a sinking feeling that visit wasn't just because his parents missed him. They never had before, why would they start now? That wasn't quite fair, his mother did miss him, she told him quite often. However, having known her love well since he was a child, it wasn't her he was always striving to impress.

His dad was nothing if not stoic, always. He'd longed, just once, to break past that mask, to have his father look at him with love, or at least some kind of pride. He didn't kid himself that would ever happen. Too many times in his youth he'd had his hopes of kindness or acceptance from his father dashed, so he tried to just not want it anymore. Most of the time he succeeded.

He'd replied right away to accept the invitation. It would seem strange to most people that he needed to be invited home and stranger still that he had to send acceptance correspondence, but that was just how his family operated. He grinned when he realized how easy it was to imagine his father saying 'It's how all civilized society operates, Draco.'

It had been a couple days since the, unknown to the rest of the world, confrontation in Transfiguration class. He hadn't pushed any farther because he didn't want to scare Harry anymore than he'd already done, but he was getting impatient. He didn't expect this to be a quick transformation, from enemy to friend to lover(?), but he wanted to at least start making attempts to be cordial. If he could find ways to talk to Harry then his end goal make actually someday become a reality.

The problem was that they weren't really good with words. Well, he was sure individually they were both perfectly adequate at vocalizing, but together they always ended up shouting. So, his problem had become finding ways to nonverbally communicate his desire for a truce. If Harry were a girl, he'd send flowers, but that just wasn't on. Truth be told, he knew none of his normal wooing tactics would work with Harry. Anything he did was apt to make the other boy suspicious.

That's the track his mind had been running for days. He just simply didn't know where to go from here without some type of sign from Harry. He needed some clue as to how to proceed. He was pondering exactly what to do next when his answer was mercifully handed to him, yet again.

He was sitting in the Transfiguration Courtyard. Someone sat down beside him, but he was too lost in his own head to acknowledge them. Then they spoke.

"Hello, Malfoy. Nice day innit?" Apparently Harry hadn't received the memo that they weren't vocally compatible. However, what better way to show he was serious than managing to find his way through a verbal minefield with the other boy?

"A little chilly, but nice. I kind of like the cold myself," Brilliant start to an actual conversation, now if they could just find something else to talk about. Luckily, Harry was prepared.

"Thanks, for… you know… the quill. That was… nice," So, Harry had seen the gesture as the kind of peace offering he'd meant it to be, that was something at least.

"Well, you dropped it, thought you might like it back," he winced at the ice in his voice and tried for a lighter but honest tone, "You're welcome."

He startled when Harry laughed, but the other boy explained his mirth before Draco could take offense.

"We're not so good at this talking thing, are we?" No, they weren't. Then he realized how ridiculous they would sound to anybody listening in and he joined in Harry's laughter. After a few minutes they'd finally regained some control over their giggles. Yes, he was learning new things, Malfoys could giggle, but maybe only in the presence of Potters.

"So, how do we solve that problem, Potter?" It was hard not to use the boy's first name since he was so used to doing it in his head, but it came out sounding natural, so that was good.

"We talk, Malfoy. Hey, did you finish your Transfigurations essay?" He'd finished it the night it was assigned, as was his habit with all assignments.

"Mostly, but we do have that written exam coming up. I'm a little concerned about parts of the text that confused me," He hadn't found any of it the least bit confusing, but he knew an opening when he saw one, and this was his.

"Great! Well, not great that you didn't understand it, obviously, but we can revise together. Do you think there's much danger for us in that? I think we can manage a study session in the library alright. Maybe if it's only a couple hours?" Harry was looking at him so hopefully. He was a little anxious about them being able to remain civil, but he'd say yes to just about anything if he was looking into those green eyes.

"A couple hours? Oh, well I think we can handle that. When are you free?"

"No time like the present, right? Care to join me in the library, Malfoy?" If only Harry knew exactly where all Draco would happily join him, but then again he had kissed the boy, so maybe he had some inkling at least.

"Shall we say half an hour? I need to get my bag and I notice you don't have yours either. That should give us enough time to study for at least an hour and a half before we'll need to head back for curfew," They were standing now, both grinning like idiots, but he found he just didn't care. He also decided that he really liked seeing Harry grin at him with that smile that had always been reserved for his friends.

"Sounds great, meet you there," Still smiling Harry headed for the tower. It was several minutes before he could make himself move. Then he was practically running. He wanted to have time to change out of his school robes. There was absolutely no way he could make the type of impression he wanted in those things.

He settled on a grey jumper and black slacks, then changed his mind at the last minute. Not only was it not the most comfortable attire he owned for studying, but it would not be impressive to Harry. He owned exactly two pairs of blue jeans and three long sleeved t-shirts. He always packed, but never wore, one of each. Well, tonight he'd wear them.

He wasn't sure they did his refined features justice, but he knew it would make him seem more approachable to Harry, and that was what mattered. He shook his head at himself as he was glancing in the mirror one last time. He was acting like a teenage girl about to embark on her first date, but it was not to be helped.

He had Harry Potter waiting for him in the library. Even if it was only a study date, it was still a date of sorts. There was no reason he shouldn't look his best.
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