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Peverell's Children	By : Zakaira Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 27078 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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            Harry spent Saturday studying, doing homework, practicing Quidditch, and in detention. Snape was away rescuing Malfoy’s mum, so Harry served detention with Professor McGonagall, who was more than happy to leave Harry to reading the huge book on defensive shields while she graded papers. Harry was making real progress, mostly because the book seemed like it would be really useful in battle. It covered every type of defensive shield there was and detailed how to perform them and when best to use each one as well as the theory behind each. The theory was dull and dry and Harry had a bit of a time getting through it, but he got through the more relevant stuff easily enough. Professor McGonagall even let him practice the spells during detention and Snape let him practice and gave him pointers when needed; Friday’s detention with Snape had included a little dueling session. Over all, detention wasn’t turning out to be as bad as he thought.

            So Harry was hard at work all of Saturday and barely had time to think about Malfoy, but when he did think about him, he couldn’t help the smile from forming on his face. Malfoy had already signaled him that he wanted to meet, via their charmed coins. It would be a tight squeeze, in between detention, Quidditch practice, homework, and studying, but Harry managed to secure a block of time to meet with Malfoy. He wanted to meet in the room of requirement, because it would be private, but Malfoy suggested meeting in the defense classroom instead and letting Snape supervise. The last person Harry wanted to let listen in on his private life was Snape, but Malfoy had insisted, plus it would be convenient, because he had another detention to serve with Snape anyway. Harry resolved to make do with the meeting in Snape’s prescience and watch what he said.

            Draco had a huge smile on his face when he stepped into the defense classroom to find Potter sitting at a desk, reading, and Professor Snape grading essays at the front of the room. Dumbledore himself had taken him to Order headquarters that morning and he had spent the entire day with his mother! Snape had rescued her last night, so she was finally safe and he officially didn’t have to worry anymore. The Black house was more run-down than he remembered, but mother wouldn’t have to stay there long, because Professor Snape promised to set up the fidelius charm on the villa in France for mother. Very soon he and mother would no longer be caught in the middle of the blasted war, not to mention he had seen his mother, who he hadn’t seen since the winter holidays. Mother was a wonderful person and had a very calming influence on him. She spent the day holding him and singing to him like when he was little, which was just what he needed to calm his frayed nerves after everything that had happened recently.

            “Good day Potter,” Draco greeted happily.

            “Hi, you seem happy,” Harry replied.

            “I am. I just got back from seeing mother,” Draco replied.

            “That’s great!” Harry exclaimed. “She’s alright, right?”

            “Yeah, she’s good.”

            “Brilliant,” Harry said, but wasn’t sure what else to say. He didn’t know what Malfoy wanted to talk to him about and he didn’t want to bring up much in front of Snape, but he also didn’t want to end this little chat and go back to studying.

            “Yeah, so listen Potter, you need to work on insulting me more. Just because you helped arrange this thing with mother doesn’t mean that it’s safe for us to be friends. I sleep in a room full of the children of Death Eaters,” Draco said, getting to his point.

            “Oh…” Harry said. He hadn’t really thought about that, but now it made perfect sense; Malfoy was still in danger if his dorm mates found out about their friendship. Was it friendship? Harry wanted it to be more than friendship, but friendship was a good start.

            “So just call me a stupid ferret and Death Eater Spawn and stuff,” Draco added.

            “Got it, fight with you whenever we meet in public and say nasty stuff. Should I hit you or hex you?” Harry asked.

            “Whatever you do, don’t hit me anymore! You Gryffindors are awful with your muggle fighting. You really hurt me last time,” Draco told him honestly. He didn’t like muggle fighting at all. The only good part about it was that it meant Harry was touching him and paying attention to him.

            “Sorry,” Harry replied sheepishly.

            “You can hex me, but keep it light, like Levicorpus and the like,” Draco replied.

            “Okay, innocent stuff that doesn’t hurt, like Expelliarmus,” Harry replied.

            “Yeah, good. I’ll see you around then Potter,” Draco said, turning to leave.

            “Malfoy?” Harry stopped him.

            “Yeah?”

            “Um, if you ever want to talk…like about all this secret stuff or anything…you can um…just use your coin,” Harry suggested nervously. He was worried Malfoy would turn him down flat and want nothing more to do with him.

            “Yeah, okay then,” Draco replied. He didn’t think he would want to talk to Potter again, but Potter looked so hopeful that he didn’t want to crush him; not right now when he was in such a good mood, having spent the day with mother. Crushing Potter could wait until later.

            “Bye,” Harry call out as Malfoy turned to leave. Malfoy didn’t say anything more, he just kept walking.

            Snape waited until the door was firmly shut behind Malfoy, before speaking. “Mr. Potter, if you insist on taking up a relationship with Mr. Malfoy, I suggest you work on your occlumency, for his sake. The Dark Lord will likely read your mind before he kills you and I would prefer it if he does not go after Mr. Malfoy when he is done with you.”

            “I’m pants at occlumency and you know it,” Harry replied testily. He knew Snape was right, that he needed occlumency, but the last thing he wanted was more occlumency lessons with Snape.

            “Language Mr. Potter. Perhaps this book on learning occlumency might help,” Snape said handing over a small book he had acquired specifically for Potter. He didn’t want to teach the brat again, but Ms. Granger could probably tutor him with the help of the book.

            “Thank you, sir,” Harry replied taking the book. Now he had one more thing to work on and keep him busy, but at least he had a chance of keeping Malfoy safe and protected. Maybe he could get Hermione to help him.

            Harry went back to studying and finished his Sunday detention exhausted, so he went straight to his bed in the Gryffindor tower and went to sleep. He didn’t have set plans to meet with him, but he was optimistic that Malfoy would contact him and arrange another meeting, so he resolved to keep busy and up on his homework and his studying; that way he would have time to meet with Malfoy during the week. And if not, he could always spend the extra time at Quidditch practice. He was missing their regular meet-up times, but he was team captain, so he could arrange to have a practice before dinner if he wanted.

            Harry ran into Malfoy in the hallway before lunch and had a rather interesting sparing match. Malfoy had called him Scar-head again and Harry had called Malfoy a ferrety Death Eater and they had exchanged mild curses. It was Harry’s first real experience with acting. He was a bit stiff with it at first, but by the end of it he had really got into it. Snape had even joined in and given them both detention and a stern warning against dueling in the hallways. Harry already had detention with Snape, of course, but now Malfoy would have one with him. Harry wasn’t sure if Snape was going to add on an extra detention for him to serve after he finishes the first month. Since Snape was in on the act, he was hoping not, but knowing Snape, Harry thought he probably would end up with the extra day of detention. Either way, the thought of the fake fight with Malfoy kept bringing a smile to his face.

            Draco didn’t plan on contacting Potter any time soon, but he found himself thinking about him more than he should and not it a way that he ought to be thinking about Potter either. Now that his body was healed, his sexual urges were back and those thoughts all seemed to revolve around Potter and the way it felt when he kissed him in the bathroom…before the rape. Of course thoughts of Potter kissing him always led back to thoughts of the rape and that is where his sexual thoughts ended, so he tried not to think about that as much as possible. But his sixth year dorm mates were constantly going on about snogging, dating, and courting, so it was hard for Draco to escape it. Thus Draco found himself somewhat looking forward to his detention with Professor Snape and his chance to see Potter again. Maybe he would take Potter up on his offer to talk.

            Draco had already arranged a tutoring session with Professor Binns for Monday night. He was planning on getting a NEWT in history of magic, but was way behind in that class, thanks to his worry over his mother. History of magic was an easy class for him, so he was hoping that with a little tutoring he would catch right up. Thus Professor Snape didn’t make Draco serve his detention until Tuesday night. And Draco, unlike Potter, only had one hour to serve.

            “In the interest of not blasting the castle walls apart, I am ordering the two of you to talk through your differences for tonight’s detention. Mr. Potter, you may resume your studying after Mr. Malfoy leaves. I will cast a silencing charm so that I do not have to listen to your drivel,” Snape said before casting a silencing charm on the boys and grading papers at his desk.

            And that is how Harry found himself having a private conversation in the defense classroom with Draco Malfoy. “So um, I guess we should talk,” Harry broke the ice.

            “What about Potter?” Draco asked curiously. He didn’t know where to start.

            “Well, why don’t you tell me about your friends? What do the lot of you get up to in the dungeons?” Harry asked.

            “Well Theo and Daphne have been rather sickening this week,” Draco started.

            “Daphne? Which one is that?” Harry asked. He was pretty sure Theo was Nott’s first name. He was the quiet fifth Slytherin boy, but he couldn’t place the name Daphne.

            “Daphne Greengrass, the pretty blond in our year. I went out with her little sister Astoria a few times. Father wanted us to get betrothed, so I tried it, but kissing a witch was just…eww.”

            Now that Harry thought about it, there was a pretty blond that hung out with Parkinson and Bullstrode. “So what have Nott and Greengrass been doing that’s so sickening?” Harry wondered. He also wanted to know more about Malfoy’s dating history and sexual preference, but he wasn’t quite ready to ask.

            “Snogging mostly, but also talk of betrothals and marriage contracts. They used to ask me last year why I wasn’t working harder on my own marriage contract, but now that father is in Azkaban, I have a good excuse: I can’t move forward until he gets out,” Draco replied.

            “Oh… do they know that you um…?” Harry asked, trailing off at the end.

            “That I’m a ponce?” Draco asked and Harry nodded. “Yeah, they know. I told them all last year when I broke things off with Astoria. She’s a nice witch and I didn’t want her to think that there was something wrong with her. There are lots of other wizards out there that would love to have someone like her. Father didn’t just pick some floozy for me to court.”

            “Oh…”

            “What about you? Do your friends know?”

            “No, I barely even figured it out,” Harry admitted.

            “You didn’t know?” Draco asked perplexed. If Potter didn’t know he liked wizards, why did Harry kiss him? Why did he rape him?

            “No. I knew I liked you when I kissed you, but it wasn’t until later when I thought about what happened that I realized that I must be.”

            “And before that?”

            “I went along with what I was supposed to do. I had a little crush on Cho Chang, but that was a disaster. Lately I was thinking about Ginny…”

            “The Weasley girl?” Draco asked interrupting with a sneer. The Weasley girl was the last person he would consider dating.

            “Yeah, but after last week I realized that I don’t like her in the same way I like you. I feel protective over her, like a sister. I really hate when her boyfriends don’t treat her right, but that passion I have with you isn’t there…” Harry trailed off, thinking that he was saying too much.

            “Passion huh, eh Potter?” Draco asked, feeling a bit smug. First Potter had admitted that he fancied him and now he was admitting to feeling passion too.

            “Yeah,” Harry replied blushing and suddenly finding his shoes fascinating. They were old and worn.

            “I’m not sure I could survive anymore of your passion,” Draco said. Part of him was happy to know that Potter felt passionate about him and part of him wanted to push him away so that he wouldn’t get hurt again. Maybe his self-preservation instinct would have stood a better chance if Potter wasn’t so hot when he was passionate or if Draco didn’t crave Potter’s attention like he did.

            “I’ve been trying to make it up to you,” Harry replied.

            “I know. You got me the potion and lent me your house to hide mother,” Draco conceded. Potter had done those things, but it still wasn’t enough for Draco to just be able to forget what had happened.

            “How is she? Voldemort didn’t hurt her, did he?” Harry asked. Draco had told him that his mum was safe before, but they hadn’t had long to talk about it and he wanted to make sure that she hadn’t been injured in any way.

            “She’s fine, he didn’t hurt her.”

            “Really?” Harry found it hard to believe that Voldemort could hold someone captive and not harm them.

            “Yeah, he was using her as leverage, so he didn’t touch her. She told me she didn’t like it there, because sometimes she could hear muggles screaming. She’s got a big heart and that sort of thing bothers her.” It bothered him too, but he was trying not to admit that to anyone.

            “What about when it's your dad doing it?”

            “He never did it near mother.”

            “But she knew, right?”

            “Yeah, she knew. What’s it to you anyway?” Draco asked annoyed with all the questions. Just because his mother knew didn’t mean she could’ve stopped it or done anything about it. She chose to stand by father and her family; her parents were still alive during the first war and they supported Voldemort. And most importantly, mother chose to protect her son, by keeping the family together.

            “I was just curious,” Harry replied as Snape ended the silencing charm.

            Snape excused Malfoy, because the hour was up, so Harry was left to his reading alone. After detention Harry went up to the Gryffindor tower and straight to bed. That night Harry dreamed of wanking Malfoy and woke up with a rather wet and messy problem in his pants. He cleaned himself up and went back to sleep, but he officially had to admit it to himself that the thought of wanking Malfoy was hot.
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