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Ennui	By : Jemixe Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 14537 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling, WB, Scholastics and any other parties involved. Unfortunately that doesn�t include me. I�m just taking them out for a little spin.

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Draco spent the rest of Saturday, all of Sunday and Monday going over what Harry said. On the one hand, he admired the Dark Lord�s instinct for survival, and his technique to do so. But on the other hand, Draco felt badly on Harry�s behalf; it seems as if he�ll never be rid of Voldemort.

The rest of the week passed by and Draco never got the opportunity to acquire answers to his questions. Come Wednesday and Thursday, and Friday�s classes, Draco was virtually itching with curiosity. What had Harry done while he was in Avalon? No mortal had ever been there-indeed, even amongst the magical world, Avalon was considered a myth.

To top off the curiosity, Draco felt awkward around his colleague. He didn�t want to piss him off, certainly. Harry�s own temper was volatile enough, add to it the anger of a Dark Lord�Draco shuddered.

But really, it�s just one more thing Harry would be ostracized for. It�s no wonder he stays away from his friends. In his Gryffindor-ish nature, Harry is trying to protect them from any harm he may perceive comes from him.

Wednesday�s class was awkward and tense and stressful�and everything. What made Draco finally take action to fix the situation was the regret and self-consciousness he saw in Potter. Even with the most evil Dark Lord in a very, very long time, he was still Harry Potter, Gryffindor Golden Boy. Harry was regretting telling Draco, and that was something the blond didn�t want.

Harry wouldn�t always make eye contact, he wouldn�t speak to Draco unless spoken to first, and then he didn�t speak directly to Draco. He just said something in the blonde�s general direction. The students noticed the situation as well. They kept shooting worried glances at the two professors.

So, at the end of class Draco threw up his hands in exasperation and blurted out, �Enough. No more awkwardness. You�re still Harry Potter and nothing else makes a difference.� he then stormed out of the room, smiling at the shocked look on Potter�s face.

It was not dinnertime on Friday, and Draco was planning on cornering Harry and finishing their discussion from the previous Saturday. Instead, Hermione cornered him.

�You and Harry weren�t talking about lesson plans on Saturday, and I know it wasn�t you who dragged Harry off. I don�t think that even Dumbledore knows the castle as well as Harry. So, what were you two talking about?�

Inwardly, Draco sighed. He really didn�t want to talk to Granger; he wanted to talk with Harry.

�You�re right, we weren�t talking about lesson plans, and we were bonding over talks about Quidditch, woman, and cars.�

�Harry doesn�t-�

�Look, if we�d wanted you to know about out discussion, we�d have invited you. But we hadn�t so we obviously didn�t so you�ll just have to deal with not knowing. Really, it�s not going to cause an implosion of your very existence if you don�t know something.�

�Malfoy.�

Draco turned and saw Ronald Weasley standing in the middle of the hallway, arms crossed, looking intently at him. Draco didn�t even bother hiding his sigh of exasperation. Really, these people were spawning, and their mission in life was to drive him crazy and distract him from his own missions.

Ron went to Romania to visit his brother and the dragons. Since he�d taken to helping Hagrid with the Care of Magical Creatures class, the contacts he�d made thru his brothers have been invaluable. The half-giant was severely cursed during the war. Unfortunately, no one knew how to fix whatever happened to him, mainly because no one knew what happened to him.

�I don�t know why, or even how, but Harry has decided to confide in you. Maybe he thinks you�d understand better that Hermione and I could, and maybe he�s right. We know he�s seen and done things�As much as Hermione and I would love to be there for him, to support Harry, we can�t always be.

�I don�t know if you like him, or if he like you-which I�m oddly sure he does-but please he him out and offer what�s best for him. As much as we�d like to know what happened to him, we know not to push. And, well, I�d like to that you for just being there for Harry.�

If it wasn�t so undignified, Draco�s jaw would have dropped and his eyes bulged. Hell, they nearly did anyway.

�This doesn�t mean I like you anymore than I did before. But I�ll try and tolerate you more, for Harry.

Ron walked off, not once looking back. Wait, Draco was confused-was there something that made Ron think they�d be around each other enough that he�d have to be tolerated? He forgot Hermione was there until she spoke.

�Well, I don�t find the need to add anything to that.� Then she left too, jogging a little to catch up with Ron.

Draco forgot all about finding Harry in light of that shocking event. In all the time he�d know Weasley, the red head had never been nice to Draco. Not even when they�d both fought together during the war. Weasley had always seen Draco as a necessary evil; he�d be curtly polite, but otherwise avoided him.

During the long trek to his chambers, Draco let his mind wonder. He reviewed all he�d learned about Harry. He no understood why Harry had asked the question about magic being innately light or dark. If everyone knew that Harry had eau de Voldemort in him, there would be widespread panic. The populous would lynch their hero in ignorant fear. But Draco understood- like few others would-that it wasn�t the added magic of the Dark Lord, but how Harry used it, that really made him a threat. But looking back at his history, that masses wouldn�t see it that way. They�d been decidedly hot or cold in regards to Harry.

Draco had always, subconsciously maybe, respected and admired Harry in addition to his envy. He respected Harry�s fortitude to survive everything that came his way; he respected Harry�s ability to get into and out of trouble with such seeming ease; he respected Harry�s quidditch skills. It had always been thusly.

Then during the war, Draco learned to respect Harry�s almost Slytherin fighting techniques, his leadership skills and his bravery. But now, after teaching with Harry and talking with Harry, Draco realized that he more than merely respected and admired the Charms Professor�

�I actually like him.�

Draco stopped walking when he spoke those words of revelation. He turned to the nearest portrait and stared blankly. It was a picture of a wood sprite lovingly hugging a forest of trees.

�I do. He�s a good and compassionate person. He�d help anybody. He�s actually pretty smart.� There was an air of surprise in Draco�s voice.

�The little sprite stared at Draco, even the trees seemed to have stilled and were listening.

�Even with what he told me, it only adds to his likable�ness.� Draco�s hands rose and fluttered as he spoke, trying to sort things out in his mind and with the portrait.

�I don�t know-I�m standing here talking to a painting about Potter�s accolades. I�m not going to think about it. I�m going to my room and grade papers and then-well I don�t know what.�

Draco left towards his rooms, the wood sprite staring quizzically after.

When Draco reached his rooms, he found, sitting on his table, a letter and silk scarves. He sat down in his over-stuffed-an-oh-so-comfy chair and picked up the silk.

As it turned out, one side was silk while the other was velvet. They were deep midnight blue in color; and just touching them sent a shiver of anticipation through his body.

Draco carefully placed the scarves back on the table and picked up the letter. It was written identically as the last missive he�d received. For some reason, Draco didn�t want to think too hard about; he brought the letter close and deeply inhaled. He could smell the paper and ink, but he could also smell the subtle scent he knew so well; that citrus-y lavender scent.

He opened the letter and what he read sent his hear racing in anticipation.

�No more games. Tonight.

At the bottom was a time-Midnight. Draco looked at the clock and saw it was only half nine. He just knew the time was going to go by agonizingly slow.

A/N Okay, next chapter, I promise, things will come to a head. (Ignore the pun.) They will pick up speed, and Draco just has to put the puzzle pieces together. Not much longer now folks.
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