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One That Stood Alone	By : tsubasagahoushi Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 1867 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: One That Stood Alone
Author: tsubasagahoushi
Pairings: Harry/Draco, Hermione/Ron, and maybe some more later on
Disclaimer: I am a poor, poor college student who does not own anything... much less the rights to these characters. Those are all the great genius of J.K. Rowling and the respective publishers...
A/N: Since I'm such a horrible author and didn't update for so long... here's another chapter on me. Enjoy.
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The Potions classroom rumbled with the sounds of chairs being moved and students scurrying over to their reluctant partners. It seemed that Snape had paired everyone with someone they typically did not work with. If one didn't know better, one would think the Potions Master was trying to make them fail their N.E.W.T.s by pairing them as such. Pansy and Blaise hesitated by Draco, glancing at Potter and back to the blond while whispering hurried words. Draco scowled at them and, with a sharp nod, told them to worry about their own partners (Pansy was working with Granger and Blaise with Finnigan).
Draco sat at his table, slowly taking out his parchment and quills to place them neatly in front of him. When the chair beside him remained empty, he turned his regal stare to meet Potter's defiant glare. Neither seemed willing to move to the other's table. Their stare deadlocked for a good few minutes as the classroom settled down as partners were found and parchment spread for notes. Harry rolled his eyes. He didn't wish to draw anymore attention from Snape than needed. Roughly grabbing his bag, he grudgingly walked over to the Slytherin's table. The smirk on those pale-pink lips only agitated Harry further and he tossed his bag onto the polished wooden tabletop.
"You will be brewing a highly potent potion for protection. This is not your average muttered charm, Mr. Weasley, so do please pay attention," Ron jerked his head up from where it had been buried in his arms. The redhead was most distressed that he was to work with Milicent Bulstrude. "Now, if any of you can answer this: what is most important in the highest of protection potions?" Hermione's hand shot into the air causing Snape to roll his black eyes. He waited several seconds before it seemed no one else was willing to submit themselves to his scrutiny. "Yes, Ms. Granger?"
"The most important factor in charms and potions of protection is intent. The caster must fully wish for the complete security of the person for whom the potion is being brewed. If there is even the slightest of doubts, then the potion will falter and lose half its strength, if not more." Snape's lip curled at the detailed response but soon his sneer was back in place.
"True, Ms. Granger, but intent is far more important for spells which are immediately cast. Such high-level potions assume the intent is present if such extremes are to be taken." Hermione's brow furrowed and the turning of the wheels in her head were almost visible. Another hand was raised.
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy?"
"Blood, Professor." The entire class seemed to simultaneously take in a breath while Harry's back straightened, his eyes darting to glance at the blond next to him for the first time since he had sat down. Draco's hair fell slightly in his face but not messily as Harry's did. Green eyes followed the hair to the lips as he remembered their soft texture. Remembered the crimson staining the pouting mouth, a rouge tongue darting out to lick at the coppery fluid. Harry's mouth suddenly felt very dry and he couldn't seem to conjure the anger towards the blond which he had so desperately clung to earlier. He had sworn to direct nothing but hostility towards the Slytherin but even that he couldn't maintain for long.
"Potter." Harry jerked his gaze from Draco's mouth when it moved to speak. Licking at his lips, he desperately swallowed past the strain in his throat.
"W-what?"
"You've been staring at me for the past five minutes while everyone else has already started to get the ingredients for the potion," he drawled. The familiar smirk upturned the lips and Draco leaned back, propping his head on his hand. "If I didn't know better I'd think you were positively smitten with me." Harry growled, blushing despite himself. He managed a small harrumph in response before checking the ingredients needed on the blackboard. He was met with the cold, calculating stare of the Potions professor. As if things couldn't get any worse. Now sodding SNAPE of all people had caught him admiring the blond Slytherin. Well, he didn't damned well care.
The snide remark from the Potions Master never came and Harry brushed it off as a fluke- not even thinking he was graced with so much as a smidget of good luck. No doubt the information was filed away in the professor's mind for later use when Harry least expected it. Rummaging in the storage cabinet, Harry chastised himself for giving in to the memories in the first place. He had decided to forget all about Draco and the confused jumble of emotions the blond evoked in Harry. He had been numb of all feeling in the past two weeks, not even allowed to ensure his existence. He felt himself slowly fading and even if thoughts of Malfoy could spur some sort of life into his being, he was willing to take the chance. Then it struck him. The thought was morbid and Harry knew it, but his heart beat slightly faster at the prospect. Draco had said blood was needed. Harry would be able to cut himself at least a little. At least enough to confirm that his veins still pulsed with some sort of strength.
Draco raised one brow as Harry returned to the table, worn traces of a ghostly smile on the boy's features. Yet this smile was not the vibrant one he had seen on Harry's face in years past or even the strained one the boy put on for his friends. Draco wasn't sure where this came from but was positive he didn't like it. They worked with unusual ease, Draco instructing Harry on what to cut and when to add it to the cauldron. It was only when he saw the flash of the blade in the shaking hand that Draco darted forward, his thigh brushing against Harry's as he physically pushed the boy away from the cauldron.
"What do you think you're doing, Potter?" he hissed through pristine pearl teeth. Glazed forest eyes met Draco's before the sparking emerald returned to their murky depths.
"What do you bloody think I'm doing, Malfoy? You said it yourself; the potion's crucial ingredient is blood."
"Not from you it isn't." With a twist of his arm, Draco tore the blade from Harry's hands before the boy could cut himself. "You've already proven you can't be trusted with a knife, Potter. We need a few drops not a bloody waterfall- literally." Draco knew he was overreacting but he absolutely refused to see Harry's blood spilled again, and by his own hand no less. His stomach twisted in on itself causing his breath to be shallow and heavy. When he had seen the glint of the blade he had panicked, the image of a pale and convulsing Harry playing once more for his mind's eye.
"Worried about me, Malfoy?" The voice was low, laced with a certain huskiness which caused a shiver to crawl up Draco's spine and he narrowed his eyes, lifting his head in defiance.
"Leave that for your Gryffindor prats, Potter," the surname was spat with more venom than Draco intended, but Harry had touched a bit too close to home for his liking. Slicing forcefully into the meat of his thumb, he allowed for precisely four drops to fall into the cauldron before pulling back his hand from the now bubbling fluid. There was a light brush against his thigh, his eyelids fluttering closed at the intimate contact. It was one thing for him to be the aggressor but to receive such a touch in return... Mercury eyes flashed open when he felt the smooth heat of a tongue wrapping itself about his finger. Hissing in a low breath, his gaze met devilishly defiant emerald. Biting at his lip, Draco took a furtive glance about the room to make sure no one was watching them. Surely enough, each table was too concerned with the importance of their given task to heed anyone else. Snape was currently helping with Milicent and Weasley's smoking cauldron.
Draco's heavy mind was too painfully aroused to realize the full weight of what Potter had just done. Silken lips slid from his slick digit before brushing against his ear as Harry leaned over the table to reach for Draco's notes, a casual move to anyone who may glance over.
"Now you're mine, Draco." His throat worked at swallowing, stunned by Harry's words so close to his skin. Refusing to acknowledge the heavy strain in his chest at the intimacies, Draco watched as Harry returned to stirring the cauldron as though nothing had happened at all. Gathering his wits about him, Draco refused to be the one left breathless.
One manicured hand slid to his side to rest on the raven haired boy's thigh, slowly kneeding at the taut muscle. He smirked as Harry blinked several times in succession before continuing to stir. His hand slid higher before cupping the ever-hardening length. There was a hitched breath covered by a cough, Harry's hand dropping the metal stirring rod. Before it could fall entirely into the cauldron, Draco deftly caught it with his free hand while the other discreetly released Harry and returned to his own thigh.
Leaning forward as though peering into the cauldron, it was Draco's lips which brushed against Harry's ear. "My room. After Potions. In five minutes."

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"Harry, mate, fancy a game of chess before dinner?"
"No, Ron, I-I have to finish up some things. In the library. Research." Harry finally met the puzzled blue gaze and he wracked his hazy brain for what could possibly end any further questioning. The remainder of Potions had been a game of caresses and whispered breaths against sensitive skin. Harry was ready to explode- or implode if he was left to talk with Ron any longer. "It has to do with Professor Luminos." The blue eyes widened before averting his direct gaze. Quickly gathering his things, Harry haphazardly tossed them into his bag, throwing it over one shoulder.
"I'll see you," Not sure how long his meeting with Malfoy would last, Harry hurriedly continued, "...later." Ducking his head in a nod of goodbye, Harry darted his way out of the room. Three pairs of eyes followed his rushed exit. Snape's proud sneer was on his face as he desperately disregarded all thoughts of exactly what his godson and Potter would be doing, merely glad that the two were closer for Draco's sake. Pansy pursed her lips together before walking over to Blaise, leading him away by the arm.
"I think Harry's been around you a bit too much, Hermione. He almost seemed excited about going to the library." Hermione nodded once noncommitally. The wheels in her head were turning, and she wasn't sure she understood where they were leading her.
Harry's cheeks were flushed when he knocked on the door seven minutes later. It swung back to reveal one smirking Draco Malfoy leaning against the frame. "You're late, Potter."
"Peeves." Pulled by the front of his robes, the door swung shut behind him with a slam. Their lips met in a passionate rush of teeth and tongue, Harry backing into the room as Draco pushed him with one hand while the other freed him from his cloak. The back of his knees hit the edge of the sofa and Harry fell into the lush cushions, pulling the Slytherin on top of him. It didn't make sense, none of this did, but he could feel the pounding in his chest and the heat that threatened to burn him from the inside. This rush was just as assuring as cutting if not better. Harry didn't know why he was kissing Draco Malfoy, their tongues dancing and dueling in one another's mouths. And he didn't care. All he knew was that he felt alive.
Draco trailed his lips down the side of Harry's face, nibbling and kissing down the exposed neck. Pulling free the gaudy Gryffindor tie, he unbuttoned the shirt to expose one shoulder. Harry's fingers dug deeper into Draco's hips when his tongue swirled along the spot right where the neck flowed into shoulder, the twisting ends of raven hair resting against the base. One hand slid over Draco's back to cup his bum, the other following shortly after. Thoroughly licking the tender spot on Harry's neck, he pulled back and lightly blew across the wet flesh.
Harry's entire body tingled in a most uncomfortably wonderful way and he bucked his hips while pulling the blond tightly against him. The contact elicited a loud moan from his lips, Draco's teeth biting into his skin as their groins came into contact. Draco released the reddened skin for the fullness of Harry's lips. Grinding into the Gryffindor, mercury met emerald as both boys felt their stomachs tightening with that familiar strain.
"Mine," Draco's voice mingled with Harry's heavy gasps as he pulled on the boy's lower lip with his teeth. Releasing the soft flesh, he tangled his hands in the silken raven strands. "You're mine, Harry." Pulling the boy's arm from its place on his back, he pushed up the sleeve to reveal the array of scars which marred the skin there. Draco proceeded to kiss each one, looking at Harry's puzzled face clouded with lust the entire time. "And," A kiss. "Don't you ever," A lick. "Ever," A kiss. "Do this again." He took in two of Harry's long fingers, swirling his tongue about them much in the same way had been done to him in Potions.
Harry's breath came in heavy gasps, his eyes cloudy with real emotion as he watched Draco mimic his own actions. Growling in response, he pushed Draco off him and onto the floor, rolling after the boy. Staddling those elegant hips, Harry was glad to see the surprise flash in those silver-blue eyes. Leaning down to kiss the flushed lips, his hands worked at the blond's shirt and tie. Only satisfied when the shirt was divulged of the boy's torso entirely, Harry moved his mouth to suck at the hardened nipple. His lips spread into a grin when the gasp came from Draco this time, a pale hand twisting into his hair.
"Fuck. Fuck, Harry..."
"Not quite yet, Draco." His eyes glittered like jewels as his hair fell about his face when he leaned over the other boy. The hand at the nape of his neck pulled him down for another ravaging kiss, Draco's hips grinding upwards into Harry's. Their kisses became deeper and far more desperate as the tension tightened in their bellies.
"I'll be yours. I'll be.." Harry was cut off by another bruising kiss. Pulling away from the swollen Slytherin's lips, he looked down at the flushed Draco Malfoy beneath him. He should have been disturbed. He should have ran screaming from the room. But he needed this. Gods, did he need this. He didn't need to be the Boy Who Lived here. He just had to be Harry... and he was allowed to live. Sliding lower, he took the band of Draco's trousers in his teeth, the button pattering against the stone floor a few inches away.
"Harry... you don't have to..." Placing two fingers against the panting mouth, Draco's heat beneath him was saying something completely and utterly different. Smiling coyly, he felt almost the same daring which pulsed through his veins when he played Quidditch, ready and willing to do anything to accomplish his goal. Sliding his hand down to the zipper, he slowly undid it while keeping eye contact with Draco. Something swirled in those mercury depths but Harry didn't dare chase it down. They were two boys releasing emotions and experiencing one another. It wasn't anything more than that.
"I'll be yours, but you'll belong to me in turn." Draco hissed as the cold air only hardened his cock further upon exposure from the satin boxers. He almost lost all semblance of control and nearly cried for release. Harry's gaze was feral and his tongue darted across his lips. "Always." It was Draco's turn for lights to explode before his very eyes as his world fell around him.

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Harry fell backwards, his head knocking against the floor and bouncing forwards only to fall back against the hard stone. Blinking rapidly, he audibly cursed and tried in vain to stop the room from spinning about his head. The figure stood over him, wand drawn towards him with a mad glint in those midnight blue eyes.
"Legilimens." Harry's brain was still rocking in his skull prohibiting him from properly blocking the attack on his mind. Clenching his eyes tightly closed against the intrusion, memories glided by his closed lids as they were seen by his attacker.
Harry lay on his thin mattress at the Dursley's, eyes staring at the ceiling above him as the birds chirped outside. There were screams from below but the prone boy did not heed their calls. Thundering footfalls on the stairs crashed through the walls but still he did not move. Tired green eyes blinked as the door was torn open to reveal a purple-faced, livid Vernon. There were shouts- accusations of things Harry couldn't possibly have done since he hadn't left his room in days unless it was to cook or clean. The familiar unbuckling of the belt could be seen from over the massive roll of stomach fat which draped over the older man's waistband. Fingers dug into his arm and Harry was forcefully thrown from the bed, but he did nothing more than blink at the violent motion. He merely winced as his head crashed against the corner of a table, a thin line of blood trailing its way down his face. Then the punishment began as the belt cracked into his back...
It was a younger Harry- summer after fifth year at the Dursley's once more. He sat on the same familiar mattress, legs pulled tightly against him with his back pressed against the headboard. His bottom lip quivered slightly and gaze unfocused. Hedwig flew through his window, insistently pecking at him as she outstreched one leg with a letter. Harry uncurled from his ball, slowly untying the note from his beloved owl. She turned her head at an angle, looking up at her owner with curious eyes before lightly pecking Harry on the cheek. His expression did not change, lips remaining in a firm line drawn across his sullen face. The letter was from Dumbledore. Feebly opening it, he scanned the words before dropping it off the side of his bed. It was his fault. His. Yet he could feel nothing... Dumbledore was telling him of ways in which to free himself of the guilt but Harry did not want to listen. The guilt was the only thing he could feel right now. The guilt was what kept him alive, if barely. He caught the shimmer of something from beneath the official parchment, green eyes narrowing in confusion. And it dawned on him. He could make sure... make sure that he could feel more than guilt even if it was pain. The blade cut into flesh and Harry hissed his godfather's name through clenched teeth...
His throat was locked tight with unrestrained emotion- the likes of which he hadn't felt since Sirius had fallen through the veil. The air rushed about him and he pulled the broom upwards as he made a hurried landing on the worn lawn which surely had seen better days. His heart hammered in his chest and his hand wrapped itself about his wand. Dashing into 12 Grimmauld Place, Harry screamed for Lupin. He cried out the man's name, desperately raking his eyes about the dreary home. Sirius' mother began her yelling as he passed her in the hall. There was a light at the end- behind a closed door he could make out whimpers and cries. Bursting into the room, emerald eyes widened in fear as they took in the convulsing sight of Remus Lupin before them. There was a guttural scream of raw anger and Harry's world pinpointed down to one person and one person alone- Bellatrix Lestrange...
Harry's eyes flashed wide open, anger pulsating beneath their emerald depths. They shone with absolute fury at the uncalled for invasion of his private thoughts, hidden memories. Pushing back with all the force of one very pissed off Harry Potter, his own mind forced its way into that of Luminos Black. The professor fell backwards at the sudden attack on his mental being, hitting the far wall as his eyes clenched shut.
Luminos was a small child, wavy black hair framing his midnight eyes in a most adorable fashion. Or at least so all the women who doted on his every whim cooed into his ear. His father did, after all, fancy several women on several occasions- and some even simultaneously. He said it was in the blood; few Blacks knew how to use it fully to their advantage. The young boy- no more than ten- ambled over to a family portrait which stood on a most elaborate fireplace. The small boy asked his father about the other boy in the picture, an older and very striking resemblance to himself. Sirius Black. Your cousin. A fine young man, just as he should strive to be. His hair was tousled and he was pulled into an overbearing hug which smelled of summer and father...
It was dark. Heavy breathing disrupted still air and a strangled moan echoed in the small closet.
'I knew you'd like that,' Luminos whispered into his lover's ear. The other man grunted in response before taking the upperhand and pushing the mahogany-haired man against the opposite wall.
'You've changed your hair.' Groping hands and excited gasps filled the empty space as lips and teeth continued their relentless attack on his person. Luminos managed a strangled response too low to hear, but the body which was pressed against him did. There was the slightest of sneers in the dark before a noncommital shrug. 'At least you no longer look like Black.' The breaths became shorter, the gasps quicker, and the blackness cloaked the two men as their passions heightened...
There were cloaked figures all around, the location unknown but unimportant. An imposing figure glided into the room causing several of the figures to bow, others falling completely to their knees in reverence. The man smiled, pushing back his cloak to reveal the form of Tom Riddle as a young man. Gasps echoed throughout the room and their master smiled, a slitted tongue of a snake darting in his upturned mouth.
'As you see I stand before you as a youth; my power is strong enough to rise me from death and bring me to my prime. Soon actions will be taken and you too may have a taste of such strength.' Lord Voldemort raised his head, the red eyes of a snake appraising his followers. His serpentine stare lingered on one knelt figure at the forefront of the crowd. He motioned for the person to stand and come near him. Voldemort's hand danced along the face beneath the draped hood before casually pushing it off to reveal the man standing next to him. Luminos Black regarded the rest of the Death Eaters with a stony gaze...
Harry scrambled backwards, grasping for his wand. He had begun to trust him! He had actually begun to feel some sort of- and he was a Death Eater! Wand shaking, his forehead ached with the dull throb of pain from the recent memory of Voldemort. Even such things were enough to send him into aching bouts of physical agony now. The midnight blue eyes flashed open.
"Harry, you must understand..."
"Understand what? That you're a bloody spy for Voldemort?" His voice was dead cold but betrayed him as it cracked near the end. Luminos' shoulders were slumped, his hands slowly raised in surrender.
"If you would just allow me to explain..." Harry shook his head, teeth biting deeply into the flesh of his lower lip to reassure that this was indeed happening. The empty hole which swirled in his body stretched further, threatening to envelop him entirely. Yet the memories of Bellatrix were fresh in his mind thus in turn the events of last year's foiled battle. He was suddenly reminded of third year and those pleading blue eyes were all too familiar. Harry found he didn't have the strength to neither hex Luminos into oblivion nor listen to the man's explanations.
Lowering his wand, Harry averted his gaze from his professor. He suddenly felt horribly tired as though he would collapse right there, unable to move any further. It all seemed too much for him and he could feel himself cracking. Once he cracked there would be no piecing him back together again. "Not now. I don't want to hear it." Dejected, Harry left the room without so much as a glance back at the figure lying slumped against the wall.
Luminos closed his eyes, one hand resting atop his cloak over his inner left arm. And cursed.

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Draco sauntered into the Great Hall Saturday morning for breakfast, his eyes raking over the Gryffindor table for that familiar head of unruly black hair. He hadn't seen Harry since their heated snog on Thursday. Draco hadn't been to meals yesterday due to a certain letter from his father which had been delivered that morning but he pushed the thought down from the forefront of his mind. Three weeks. He had three weeks until Samhain.
Sitting across from Blaise, Draco casually reached for milk and poured it into his cereal; the house elves didn't seem to put nearly as much effort into meals over the weekend seeing as how not as many showed up for them due to Hogsmead trips and the like. Hogsmeade... Draco scowled at his meager breakfast. Harry was seeing that Ravenclaw tramp today. Perhaps he could make for a disruption of their so-called 'date'.
"Drakey-poo?"
"What the bloody hell, Blaise?!" His eyes bore into the Slytherin boy across from him, head propped casually on one hand whilst the other made small circles in Draco's direction.
"Now that I have your attention, you lovesick fool..." Draco's glare was cold enough to cause shivers to rise along Blaise's spine but he paid no heed, merely shrugging his shoulders in feigned nonchalance and continuing as though there hadn't been an assassination attempt via the look from the blond. "It seems something is amiss with the Gryffindor Golden Boy." Draco's eyebrow shot up at this comment and he leaned forward in a conspiratory manner. Such a move was common amongst the Slytherin table especially due to recent events; it was hard to tell who was on the Dark Lord's side so most conversations were closed off, not even given a second thought despite the suspicious nature of their whispers.
"Such as?"
"I was talking with Seamus earlier and- don't look at me like that! He's a perfectly fine bloke and mighty funny if I may say so- which I am. And I wouldn't bloody know this unless I was talking to him so you best be pleased." Draco seemed to accept this as a reason and nodded once. Afterall he had marked a Gryffindor as his own so it would be rather hypocritical of him to accuse Blaise of being a traitor or something equally inane. "Now as I was saying, it seems Potter didn't return until late last night and he went right up to his room without so much as a word to anyone. Not even the Weasel." Blaise cast his eyes downward, knowing that the next thing he would say was going to send his friend into a bout of anger no matter how much the blond denied his emotional attachment to Potter.
"Seamus found blood in the sink this morning. Potter was already gone before they could ask him about it and apparently he's been having nightmares since term began but last night's were exceptionally worse..." His voice tapered off as Blaise prepared for damage control. Draco's eyes narrowed a fraction and his chin was lifted ever so slightly higher; he was raving mad. The boy's knuckles grew white as they painfully gripped the silverware. Mercury eyes flashed back over to the Gryffindor table only to see Granger and Weasley whispering closely together before focusing on the main doors, words frozen on their lips.
Harry Potter had stepped through the doors, eyes glazed and skin pale.
Several things happened at once. Draco abruptly stood from his place, knocking his chair over in the process. He strode over to the Gryffindor, his vision tunneled only to see the ragged boy standing at the entrance.
Blaise cursed under his breath and grabbed Pansy's arm just as she made her way over to them at the Slytherin table. Muttering, "Damage control," Blaise and Pansy hurriedly followed after the mad Slytherin prince.
Hermione and Ron stood, making their way over to Harry as well, only to pause momentarily in their stride when they were cut off by Malfoy.
"Potter, a word. Now." Underlying anger flared through Draco's voice causing the Gryffindors to furrow their brows in confusion, Blaise and Pansy taking in deep breaths. There was going to be major damage control. Draco gripped Harry's arm with an iron strength, pulling the wide-eyed boy behind him and out of the Great Hall. Blaise and Pansy stepped in front of the two Gryffindors before anymore could be said.
The Great Hall erupted in shouts as the doors slammed shut behind Draco and Harry.
Draco didn't stop until they reached the empty classroom; his private rooms were too far considering he was just about to burst with anger. Pulling the compliant Potter in behind him, Draco closed the door and proceeded to slam the Gryffindor hard against it. Reaching for the scarred arm, it was only when he pushed back the sleeve that he got a response from the weary boy.
"Sod off, Malfoy!" He pulled back his arm and clutched it against his chest but it was too late; Draco had seen what he needed. Nostrils flaring, Draco pinned Harry against the door, hands on opposite sides of the boy's head.
"I told you to never do such things again," the words were hissed through clenched teeth.
"I'm bloody well tired of people instructing me on what I can and cannot do! This is the only way I can remain sane and yet you all insist upon forcing me to stop," Harry pushed at Draco's chest with one hand, freeing himself from the door. Draco's eyes only narrowed but he remained quiet as Harry continued in his rant, cheeks flushed slightly in anger. "I'm not going to fucking kill myself so will you please stop worrying? It was an accident that night you found me in the owlery; I have never cut with the intention to die. I need to make sure I'm alive and the only sodding way I can feel as though this body still lives is when I'm with you or if I cut so unless you want me to suddenly collapse an--" Harry's words were abruptly stopped as angry lips silenced them with a bruising kiss. Harry staggered backwards with the force of it, his back slamming against the closed door.
Draco's anger had all but dissipated with those words from Harry's mouth. He wanted to be with him. He, Draco Malfoy, was the only person who could make Harry Potter feel alive. The ironic thing of it all was that Harry, in turn, was the only person that had been able to make Draco feel real emotion. Draco's tongue plunged into Harry's mouth, ravaging the boy thoroughly. This elicited a heavy moan from the raven haired boy which only heightened Draco's arousal.
Harry wrapped one leg around the blond, pulling the boy directly against him. This was what he had wanted when he had awoken last night from the terrible dream. This was where he wanted to be when his body shook with unrestrainable fright. This was what he wanted to do last night. But he hadn't the nerve to track down the blond Slytherin and instead had given into the habitual sensation of razor cutting into skin. Yet this... Draco ground into Harry, lips trailing down his neck to suck at his tender spot. Oh, gods, this was what he had craved more than anything else.
"Come to me next time," Draco's lips brushed against the reddening upraised skin on Harry's neck. Pulling back from the Gryffindor, Draco's hands rested on the small hips of the boy against him. "If you feel the need- no matter what the time-" his words were angry, before his voice softened, "You come to me and I will show you life."
The ghost of a smile graced Harry's lips and he nodded once before pulling the blond tightly against him once more.

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"One does not suddenly decide to join the Dark Lord."
"Ah, but I was never truly given the decision in the first place, now was I, Pansy dear? Besides, the dreary ceremonial garb is growing on me, I must admit. In a sexy sort of mysterious way. Don't you agree, Blaise?"
"Don't try to bring me in on this one, Malfoy."
Draco was resting casually on the black sofa, picking apart the many feathers which joined to form a most elaborate and costly quill his father had bought him for his last year at Hogwarts. Raising one brow and frowning his features in a display of mock hurt, he tossed a stray feather at Zabini who sat at the armchair a few feet away. The fellow Slytherin shrugged, batting away the floating feather. Pansy stood with her hands crossed in front of her, positively livid as she would tap her designer shoes against the stone floor every few seconds between the berating.
"After what your father did to you-"
"Which is none of your concern." Draco sat up from his languid position on the couch. This was all too remnant of when Pansy had insisted on he and Potter; as though there was such a thing, really. Draco had merely done what she had told him and was protecting what was HIS. He had thought of all people Pansy would understand since it was she who had given him the bloody suggestion. Not to mention he and Potter were linked in more ways than one... He licked his lips slightly at the memory of the metallic taste of crimson copper.
"If you give into them then where does that leave us?" Draco met Pansy's stare and noticed the slight quivering at the corner of her mouth along with the stubborn look on her face which could only mean she was scared. The room grew deathly silent. Draco knew that if he surrendered to them that would leave both Blaise and Pansy susceptible to the Dark Lord's recruitment- so to speak. He was the firmest opposition and the strongest foothold in Slytherin house's refusal of the Dark Mark. And he had all but pleaded for it after having been deemed as unworthy.
"So why aren't you at Hogsmeade now, eh, Draco?" Blaise's lighthearted, almost teasing, question broke the heavy silence. Draco nearly snapped at the dark haired boy; Harry was not any easier a topic of conversation amongst them.
"And since when, Blaise darling, have I been Potter's keeper?"
"I never said anything about dear Harry, now did I?" Draco scowled at the common use of Harry's name and glared icy daggers at the boy. Blaise merely shrugged his shoulders, leaning further into the lush cushions of the chair. Pansy was leaning on the armrest of the free chair when she spoke lowly, almost to herself.
"Shouldn't you be? Afterall, the Dark Lord is growing in power and Potter being away from the Headmaster's protection..." Unknowing to the common population at Hogwarts, not all Slytherins detested the twinkling-eyed headmaster. They may not agree with all of his actions but he was acknowledged and respected for his power; as was one of the ways of Slytherin. Draco scoffed at Pansy's thoughtful questioning, anger building at his friends' insistence on assuming he and Potter were anything more than... well, whatever they were.
"I assure you that if the Dark Lord were to be making a move I would know. Surely Father would..." Draco's voice trailed off as the cryptic words from the letter he had received Friday suddenly came to mind. Mercury eyes widened in sudden realization and his heart plummeted south.
Before Blaise or Pansy could protest or question his sudden change in demeanor, Draco was gone from the room.

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Harry nodded, smiling weakly in response to Cho's words. They had met up at the Three Broomsticks and ate dinner which he had picked at between blips of conversation. Cho had definately matured since their brief relationship in fifth year; the childish ways in which she had used Harry for her own emotional baggage were long gone. Before him sat an adult and one of the exceedingly good aurors- she had been able to take advanced classes in her seventh year at Hogwarts and managed to graduate Auror training in a record time of one year. Harry also knew this had to do with the frantic need of more aurors to replace those who were quickly dying in battle. The thought sobered his mood but his attention was drawn away by a light laugh from the former Ravenclaw before him. He honestly was enjoying the time spent with Cho- after first mentioning serious topics the Chinese girl seemed to have quickly caught on and they were now talking of Quidditch.
"I have to say, it's one of the biggest things I miss about Hogwarts. The thrill of the game- I suppose I find it now being an Auror." She smiled and nodded once, long strands of deep black hair tumbling down her shoulder. Surprisingly, this movement caused no sort of arousal or attraction in Harry whatsoever. Instead, thoughts of his actions with a certain Slytherin this morning vividly returned to the forefront of his mind.
"Harry, are you alright? You look rather flushed; are you warm?" She peered across the table at him, curiosity in her eyes. Harry reached for his glass of water, the condensation seeping into the suddenly sweaty palms of his hands. Drinking the water as a man dying of thirst, Harry only stopped when the glass was empty. Blinking rapidly, he wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. His entire body had flushed with a most uncomfortable heat at the thought of Draco Malfoy. Not sure how to deal with this, he was brought back to reality by the short gasps of laughter from the girl across from him.
"S-sorry... about that..." The flush returned ever so slightly but was now one of mere embarassment. Running one hand through his hair, he tugged at the roots with his fingers. Cho waved her hand, gathering her wits about her.
"No, no, that's not it, Harry. But you must tell me- who is it?" Eyebrows raising in question, Harry leaned into his chair in complete confusion. "I know that flush anywhere- it was directed at me quite a few times. You're positively smitten with someone, aren't you?" Harry was suddenly reminded of Potions, not but a few days prior. 'If I didn't know better I'd think you were positively smitten with me.' Oh, good gods...
"Harry? Harry? Oh... I'm sorry..." Cho was looking anywhere but at him, fingering her empty butterbeer mug while pulling on her bottom lip with her teeth in embarassment. Reaching out, Harry gently placed one hand over hers. Almond eyes looked up at him and he couldn't help but smile the barest of true smiles. Cho had kept in contact with him after her graduation- apologizing on numerous occasions for her previous actions when they had been 'dating.' Harry didn't want to lie to her and if anyone would know if he WAS smitten, it would be her.
"No, you're right. At least... at least I think. Maybe. I don't know." His brow creased in confusion. Even he wasn't sure what to think of Draco anymore. He knew the blond was the only one who made him feel as though he was actually alive; not just passing through the days as a shell of a person meant to fulfill some arcane prophecy. With Draco, Harry actually felt as though he could be himself which was something he had lost all that time ago when he first realized what being the Boy Who Lived actually meant. But it was complicated.
"Why don't we talk about this somewhere more private?" Cho smiled knowlingly. The look on Harry's face was the same she had seen on her own concerning Cedric in the past. Her chest ached at the memory of Cedric Diggory but he was the reason she was here right now. He was the reason she became an Auror. She didn't blame Harry. She didn't want to push Harry into being what he wasn't, either. Cho Chang had grown up, finally knowing the loss of a close loved one. From what she had heard, Harry had been subjected to far too many. If she could help in any way with whomever it was Harry was so smitten with, she would.
As they walked through the busy evening streets of Hogmeade towards the quiet sanctuary of the woods which lined the town, a lean figure stepped in front of Cho and Harry, a flush of pink marring his porcelain skin and his breath coming in heavy gasps. Coming to an abrupt halt, Harry's confusion only mounted.
"Malfoy?" Draco's eyes darted about before he reached out to take Harry's hand. Cho caught the flash of emotion in those emerald eyes- noting now that they were now in fact emerald when before they had been a mere shadow of their actual luminosity. Calculating eyes darted between the two and a knowing smile overcame her face. So it was none other than Draco Malfoy that Harry had fallen for.
"We have to get out of here. Now. Voldemort is coming and there is going to be an attack on Hogsmeade any minute." Cho gasped at the casual use of the name. The Slytherin merely rolled his eyes at her, tugging at Harry as he motioned to move away from the crowded street. "Would you bloody well hurry up, Potter?!"
"How would you know that?" Harry's voice was low, the slight hints of amusement which Cho had strived for that entire night now dead, replaced with an icy tone. Draco merely scoffed, waving away the comment with his free hand.
"That's of no importance. Really, now, we must be-"
"Then I have to stay. I have to help." Both Cho and Draco looked at the raven haired boy as though he were mad. Pulling his hand free from the firm grasp of the soft skin, Harry took a step away from both disapproving stares. "There are so many people here! I have to-!" The sky was illuminated with a sickly green, screams from those on the street soon erupting into mass hysteria.
The Dark Mark lit the evening sky.
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