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Second Mission	By : KitBaiu Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6740 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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This chapter has been betaed by QuixoticContradiction and PrettyPinkDepression, to whom I am eternally thankful. ^.^

A/N: I apologize for the delay. But, I fixed my computer. :) Alas, Chapter 7.

"So, who's a better kisser? Cho or Malfoy?"

Harry choked and shot pumpkin juice out of his nostrils. He hastily reached for his wand and whispered, "Muffliato!" before making an attempt at cleaning himself.

"Harry, you know I don't like it when you use the spells from that book!" Hermione snapped.

"I don't exactly want everyone at the breakfast table to know I'm snogging Malfoy!" Harry defensively retorted.

"That's why I waited until Ron was distracted. Nobody else is paying attention to us."

"I'd just be more comfortable knowing that spell is preventing anyone else from hearing us. Besides, why would you ask that? You're going all girly on me, Hermione. It's weird." Harry reached over and grabbed a Daily Prophet. He unfolded it fully and used it to completely hide his head before saying, "And Malfoy is."

Hermione chuckled, "Actually, what I really wanted to know is what you and Malfoy did last night."

"I doubt you really want to know that, Hermione." Harry kept his face hidden with the newspaper.

"Well, what I meant was, how to put this. . ." She nervously bit her bottom lip, "Did you see him naked at all last night?"

"Oh my God!" Harry immediately crumpled the Prophet into a massive heap of parchment. The tip of his nose met with the table. His arms flung over the back of his head, hiding just how severely flushed his face was.

Hermione's eyebrows rose in the center. Her cheeks were tinted pink, "I didn't really mean it to come off like that."

"Then, what exactly did you mean?" Harry's voice was muffled by his arms and the large sleeves of his black robes.

"I mean, were you able to see if he had a Dark Mark on his arm?" She quickly recovered.

"No." He mumbled. Then, he muttered inaudibly, but "asked that in the first place" could be distinctly heard.

"And why not?"

"Because, I was a bit distracted!" Harry's head rose, "Malfoy wasn't naked, he was- Er- I don't really want to keep talking about this."

"Harry, believe me, I don't want to know the details." Hermione chuckled at Harry's sudden shyness, "But, I do think you should keep your eye out for that."

"Exactly when am I supposed to do that, Hermione?" Harry snapped, "When Malfoy's wanking me off, or when I'm wanking him off?"

Hermione's eyes clenched tightly shut. Her fists quickly met with her temples. She looked as though she were trying to force out an image in her head that she didn't want there.

"Sorry." He muttered. Harry's cheeks flushed red. He didn't want to say that; it just seemed to slip out in his moment of frustration.

"Harry, I'm serious." Hermione placed a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder, "Please, don't let your infatuation cloud your judgment. You really should check before you get too involved. Otherwise, you could get yourself into a lot of trouble."

"Okay, okay, Hermione." Harry conceded, "Next time I meet with him, I'll check his arm."

"When are you meeting him?"

"No idea." Harry sighed, his gaze averting to the Slytherin table.

His green eyes narrowed at the sight of Pansy Parkinson giggling and clutching onto Malfoy's arm. The blond, himself, seemed too involved with poking his breakfast with his fork to join into the Slytherins' animated discussion. The raven-haired boy bit his tongue at the sight of the pug-faced girl leaning up to kiss Malfoy. But, Harry was soon smirking when he saw the blond pushing her away.

Harry found it difficult to concentrate on practical trials of non-verbal spells that afternoon in Defense Against the Dark Arts. With Snape's uncanny talent of overly proficient observation, the Gryffindor dreaded another announcement of drooling over Malfoy.

He would hear Malfoy speaking in the distance. The sound of his drawling voice made the hairs on the back of Harry's neck rise. The Gryffindor's shoulders remained as stiff as possible to fight his desire of looking over at him.

Malfoy acted as he had before. Throughout the day when Harry would glance in his direction, the Slytherin wouldn't look back. From this behavior, and the fact he could successfully do Occlumency, the raven-haired boy deduced the blond was sufficient in his ability to keep his emotions in check.

"Of course, he gave us loads of homework! Ruddy Snape. I'll be working on this essay until the weekend, I know it!" Ron groaned at the end of the day's lessons.

"Honestly, Ron. Sixty inches of parchment isn't that long." Hermione rolled her eyes at him.

"Whaddya mean it's not that long?!" The ginger-haired boy rounded on her.

Harry felt it best not to get into the middle of this argument. He felt a sudden, hostile thrust against his shoulder. Gentle fingers caressed his hand, slipping a small piece of parchment into it. Then, he saw Malfoy strut away without looking back.

"Pointy-faced prat!" Ron called after him. Harry intensely struggled to suppress a grin. He couldn't open the note at that moment, but he had a hunch that it must be good.

Harry hadn't a chance to open the note until after dinner. When he and his two best friends sat doing homework in the Gryffindor Common Room, the raven-haired boy waited until Ron was thoroughly distracted pleading for help from Hermione.

The Gryffindor held the small piece of parchment under the table. After unfolding it, Harry read the hastily written note.

Friday night

Prefects' Bathroom

Eight o'clock p.m.

Don't be late!

Short and filled with sentence fragments granted, the note still made Harry's stomach feel lighter than air. He could focus his stress on his homework, rather than worrying about the next time he'd see Malfoy.

The following week could not have passed any slower. As excited as Harry felt when he originally read Malfoy's note, that feeling soon transferred into impatience. He wanted to see Malfoy every night that week.

"I hate to say this, Harry, but Malfoy is being much more sensible about your relationship than you are." Hermione confessed when she and Harry had a moment alone in the library later that week.

"And why is that?" Harry asked, rolling his eyes. He had brought up the subject in hope of some sympathy, not be told he was wrong.

"From what you've told me, you and Malfoy have had your meetings during the weekend. Therefore, you two could stay up late without having to worry about the repercussions of being up early the next morning." she explained, "Not to mention, the more you two disappear alone together, the more people are going to notice. You don't want to attract that kind of attention, seeing as you want to keep your relationship a secret. Why is that? Are you two afraid of being called gay?"

"No." Harry shook his head, "At least, I'm not. Malfoy's so proud, I wouldn't be surprised if he is. The thing is, Hermione, if word got out to say, Voldemort, about my feelings for Malfoy, he could do something drastic, like hurt him to get to me."

Hermione nodded, "Yes, that's understandable."

"But, back to your original point. I know I wouldn't mind losing sleep to spend time with him." Harry suddenly became interested in his book. He could feel his cheeks burn in response to his sudden confession.

Hermione sighed, "Harry, can I give you a piece of advice?"

"Sure."

"You're acting kind of desperate. Boys usually either don't like that or take advantage of it."

"I'm not acting desperate!" Harry defensively snarled.

"Okay." She quirked an eyebrow and didn't sound remotely convinced, "What I'm saying is, is that you are diving head first into this relationship. Don't look at me like that, you know you are! You're really putting yourself in a vulnerable position. I cannot stress enough the importance of finding out if he really is a Death Eater or not."

"I already told you I would." Harry muttered through gritted teeth.

"Yes, but your tone of voice suggests that you're not taking me seriously. Look, you're sixteen, and you have more burdens to worry you than the average adult. It's cruel and unfair. The point is, the last thing you need to be worrying about is a relationship. You really shouldn't be-"

"Hermione!" Harry interrupted, outraged, "You already said that you would respect my decision to-"

"Please, let me finish!" Hermione cut him back off, "I did say I'd respect your choice. I want you to be happy, Harry. I really do. What I'm saying is that you really need to make sure he doesn't have a Dark Mark. If he's not a Death Eater, I promise I will grant him pardon for every mean thing he has ever said or done to us, even calling me Mudblood."

"I tell him not to call you that."

"Well, thank you. But, don't expect too much too soon."

"Thanks, Hermione. I promise. This Friday, I will check."

Hermione leaned over and gave Harry a hug.

If the week was slow, it was nothing to how long the lessons seemed on that Friday. Harry generally enjoyed his free time during breakfast and lunch. But, that day, he just wished that they would end quickly.

Not only was it slow, but it was Valentine's Day. The flames of all the torch brackets illuminated bright pink or red. White and pink ribbons and sashes were strung almost everywhere. But, the worst was the Great Hall. The floating candles were heart-shaped, and there were confetti throwing cherubs that uncomfortably reminded Harry of his date with Cho in Madam Puddifoot's the year prior.

There was love in the air, or lust, rather. There was always an upsurge of couples around this date. Duo's that only hooked up a day or two previous would clutch each other, cooing, "I love you!" "I love you, more!" "No, I love you, more!" Making way to lessons was like trying to get through a complex maze with all the students randomly snogging in the middle of the hall.

The only teacher who wouldn't tolerate this behavior was Professor Snape. Hormonal couples would be ruthlessly broken apart in a single dash of billowing black robes. Harry never thought he'd be so grateful for Snape's anti-holiday spirit.

Many of the lustful duos ignored dinner as they received plenty of sweets from their temporary lovers. The entire sight made Harry's stomach churn with revulsion. Yet, deep down, Harry knew he did wish he and Malfoy were being goo-goo with each other in the same sappy way.

He couldn't help but look over at the Slytherin table. Pansy Parkinson was wearing the most lurid hot pink cape, with an overly large matching bow on the side of her head. She looked like one of those ugly little dogs that old rich Muggle ladies would dress up. She appeared to be pleading in desperation for Malfoy to take her gifts. The blond stared at nothing, with a vacant expression, as he was being needlessly drenched in confetti by an overhead cherub.

Harry knew he still had a large stack of homework. Snape's massive essay was barely dented. But, the consequences of procrastinating were not bothering the Gryffindor in the slightest. He spent his time in the Gryffindor Common Room counting the seconds, which were taking far too long to pass.

Hermione would occasionally pester him to work on his homework, but Harry would simply shrug her off. He did a countdown in his mind, and when the clock read 7:50, he decided it was close enough to start to head toward the Prefects' Bathroom.

Hermione closed her book and met Harry at the door, "Promise me that you're going to find out."

"I already did!" Harry hastily whispered, then sighing with the expression on Hermione's face, "I promise I will check. Where's Ron?" Harry suddenly realized that Ron wasn't in the room.

"I don't know." Her bushy brown hair swayed as she scanned the Gryffindor Common Room, "I didn't notice him leave." Her attention focused back to Harry, "When are you going to be back?"

"No idea." Harry casually shrugged.

"Okay, don't forget to check!"

"I won't!" Harry was growing impatient with her persistence.

"I'll see you in the morning, I expect?" Hermione asked.

"Probably." Harry nodded.

She wrapped her arms around him briefly, before he slipped through the portrait hole. He threw his invisibility cloak over himself, then quickly jogged through the corridors.

Upon whispering, "Spic 'n Span" to the door of the Prefects' Bathroom, Harry could hear heated voices.

Slipping off the invisibility cloak, Harry stepped inside the grand bathroom. His eyes widen at the sight of Ron and Malfoy with their wands in each other's faces.

"Oi! What's going on?!" The raven-haired boy marched up to them, drawing his own wand.

"Harry!" Ron beamed at him. He was dressed in moldy, over sized, maroon bath robes, "Malfoy's saying I have to leave! But, he should!"

"I'm not leaving, Weaselby." Malfoy drawled, "I was here first. You leave!"

"Ron, maybe you should just go." Harry sighed.

The red-head's jaw dropped. His eyes practically popped out of his head, they were open so wide.

"If he was here first, you know. . ." Harry shifted his feet uncomfortably.

"Fine. If you insist." Ron kept an eyebrow raised as he put away his wand. He didn't even bother making eye contact with Harry as he left.

"Potter, you idiot!" Malfoy snapped as soon as Ron had shut the door and was out of earshot. He put away his wand and shook his head.

"What?" Harry put away his wand and walked over to the blond, utterly confused.

"You shouldn't have told Weasely to leave!" Malfoy shouted, clearly more aware of how it came off to Ron than Harry was.

"I got rid of him! Why do you care? You don't even like him." Harry thought, if anything, Malfoy would be delighted to see him dismissing Ron.

"Because he's your friend. He expected you to defend him. Now, he's going to be very suspicious as to why you would kick him out and stay here with me!" The Slytherin rolled his eyes, annoyed that Harry wasn't seeing how plainly obvious it was.

The blond's attention was suddenly directed to the door, then back to Harry. He sprinted toward the door, grabbing the Gryffindor's wrist to drag him along with.

"Malfoy, what are you doing?" Harry asked in protest. Although, he didn't physically show it as he was following the Slytherin, eagerly.

Malfoy pushed the door open slightly and stuck out his head. Looking all around the corridor before dragging Harry out of the bathroom, he then said, "A hundred Galleons says that Weasely will be back. He'll be curious to see what we're up to."

"Yeah." Harry agreed, "But, where do we go?"

"I don't know." Malfoy let go of Harry's wrist and considered the corridors for a moment. "This way." He whispered, inclining with his head. His fingers interlaced with the Gryffindor's, and he took the lead.

Harry's head would constantly twitch backward to make sure they weren't being followed. He hadn't the slightest as far as where Malfoy was leading them until they were nearby. "Why the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom?" The raven-haired boy asked in confusion.

"Because the only person around here is Professor Snape." The blond replied.

"Wait!" Harry hesitated. The single last person in the entire school he wanted to discover him and Malfoy was Snape.

"What's the matter, Potter? Afraid of getting caught?" The Slytherin taunted with a smirk.

"No!" Harry defensively retorted. "It's just. . . Well, if Snape did catch us, could you possibly imagine. . ." The Gryffindor just couldn't find the words to describe the horror.

"You could just throw on your invisibility cloak and run. I could distract him. I'll just say I needed to talk to him. He won't question it." The blond casually continued to lead them up the stairs.

Harry followed, but his gaze hit the ground. He remembered overhearing Snape and Malfoy conversing right before Christmas, then how Hermione hounded him to check his arm. He didn't want to at this particular moment. He was more interested in spending time with Malfoy. But, the Slytherin's last statement irked him.

"Why wouldn't he question it if you said you needed to talk to him?" Harry asked once they were right outside the door. He desperately hoped he didn't sound suspicious.

"Not that it's any of your business, Potter, but Professor Snape is my godfather." Malfoy explained, slowly opening the door, "I come around here to find him all the time."

Harry sighed with relief, quietly following Malfoy into the classroom. Like the room they had met in last time, it was dimly lit from the moonlight streaming through the windows. The Gryffindor shivered; the room was quite drafty.

Malfoy turned to face Harry, clasping both his hands within his own. Their eyes locked, the warm hands of the taller boy was very comforting. The raven-haired boy felt entranced and had a sudden idea. He casually let his hands slide out of the blond's. He gently caressed his finger tips against his wrists, trying to nonchalantly push up the Slytherin's sleeves.

The blond pulled his arms back and tightly gripped the Gryffindor's shoulders. His back harshly hitting the stone wall, Harry soon found himself with the taller boy firmly planting his lips onto his own. Checking Malfoy's forearm was going to be harder than he thought.

Harry gently slid his lips so they could envelope the blond's bottom lip. He reached up and gently wrapped his palms around the Slytherin's wrists. He continued to caress down his arm to pull his sleeve back. Malfoy appeared oblivious to the Gryffindor's intentions. He parted his lips slightly to allow his tongue to slide into Harry's mouth.

The raven-haired boy had the Slytherin's sleeve pushed to his elbow. If Malfoy had a Dark Mark, then it was fully exposed. Now, all he had to do was sneak a glance.

He felt the taller boy's right arm leave his shoulders. The blond's soft fingers gripped the side of his glasses. Harry brought his hand up to try and stop him from taking them off. He wouldn't be able to see a Dark Mark without them.

"Harry!"

The two boys eyes shot open wide, and they jumped apart. Standing side by side, they faced the door immediately. Paralyzed with shock, they saw Hermione. Her eyes darted to her shoes. Against the dim moonlight, Harry could still see her cheeks were flushed pink.

"Get out of here! Filthy Mu-"

The Slytherin immediately stopped talking when he felt Harry's arm smack into his chest. The Gryffindor had outstretched his arm, as if to block Malfoy from her. "Hermione, what are you doing here?!" He definitely felt just as outraged as Malfoy.

"Please, be quiet." She urgently whispered, "Ron's coming. He came back to the common room, ranting and raving. He, Seamus and Dean are looking for you!"

"How did you find us?" Harry asked.

"Ron didn't know I was coming." Hermione replied, anxiously throwing glances outside the classroom, "I spotted you two, but I was too far to get your attention. I was too afraid that if I called out or shot a spell that it would attract Ron."

"I hear voices! This way! The Defense Against the Dark Arts room!" Harry distinctly heard Dean Thomas shout in the distance.

"Oh no!" Hermione whispered. Harry nervously fumbled, trying to pull out his invisibility cloak. How could this get any worse?

"THE GRANGER GIRL HAS FOUND POTTY AND MALFOY!" The trio looked up to see Peeves outside the DADA room, laying in mid-air. He rested his chin on his hands and kicked his legs in excitement, "POTTY AND MALFOY SITTING IN A TREE! GAY SCANDAL AT HOGWARTS!"

Harry and Malfoy immediately drew their wands. Hermione put her hand up to imply that it wasn't necessary. She whispered a long, unrecognizable enchantment, then swirled her wand in a complex fashion and pointed it at Peeves.

A white light shot from the end of her wand and hit Peeves in the face. He appeared unaffected. He cackled wildy, doing back flips in mid-air, then said, "I like to make everyone else miserable to make sure no one finds out that as a poltergeist, I have no penis." Peeves' face was horror struck at what he just said, as if he hadn't intended on saying it. He zoomed away as fast as possible.

Malfoy chuckled, "What did you do to him, Granger?"

Hermione turned toward them, the look on her face triumphant. The trio's temporary amusement was soon cut off by the echoing sounds of hasty footsteps growing nearer.

"I'll explain later." She snatched the invisibility cloak from Harry's hands and threw it over Malfoy and Harry.

"Are they in there? Let me see!" Ron wildly exclaimed right behind Hermione. He was followed by Dean and Seamus.

The bushy-haired girl spun around to face him, "Ron! They're not here. Let's go."

"Yes, they are!" Ron looked at her with disbelief, "I heard you talking to them."

"No," Hermione shook her head, "You heard me talking to Moaning Myrtle. I was asking her if she saw Harry and Malfoy. She said she saw them go to bed. Okay, lets go now."

"Wait! Then, why was Peeves screaming about you, Harry and Malfoy?" Seamus interjected.

"He wasn't." Hermione explained, "He was making fun of Myrtle. Then she cried and left. That's why I hit him with a spell. Now, lets go!"

"No," Dean crossed his arms, "I distinctly heard him say 'Granger', 'Potty', and 'Malfoy'. Then he said something about a gay scandal."

Ron and Seamus nodded in agreement.

"You boys have been drinking too much firewhiskey tonight!" Hermione's voice was becoming very nervous.

"You know Harry's been acting all funny, Hermione." Ron got in her face, "First, that whole Eloise Midgen thing that turned out to be a lie. Then, Harry wants to be alone with Malfoy in the Prefects' Bathroom. The way he always looks for him on the Marauder's Map. . ."

Malfoy nudged Harry curiously when Ron made the comment about the Marauder's Map. Harry could feel his face flush, and he suddenly became interested in his shoes.

"Er- I'm sure he has perfectly logical explanations for his behavior. With, Voldemort-" Malfoy, Ron, Dean and Seamus all flinched, "at large, he's very stressed."

"It's like you keep trying to cover up for him, Hermione!" Ron rounded on her, "What are you two hiding?"

"You're being paranoid, Ron." Hermione sighed, "Let's go to bed. You two have to, now!" She ordered, pointing at Seamus and Dean.

"Says who?" Dean scowled.

"Says me. I'm a Prefect!" Hermione wasn't the type to abuse power. So, it was an odd sight. But, she definitely was desperate to get the Gryffindors away from the classroom.

"We'll go to bed once we've searched the classroom!" Ron snarled. He tried to walk past Hermione, but she outstretched her arms to block him.

"You can clearly see they're not in there!" Hermione's voice almost sounded hysterical. She kept leaning to each side to prevent Ron from entering.

Malfoy firmly grasped Harry's hand. Together, they started to slowly back away from the door.

"You know, as well as I do, that they could be hiding under Harry's invisi-" But, Ron was cut off. Hermione had just thrown her arms around Ron's neck and locked lips.

"Hermione, what the. . ." Ron was utterly bewildered when she pulled away. His face was as red as his hair.

"I'm sorry, Ron. I just couldn't resist, anymore. You look so dashing, tonight!" Hermione giggled. Her behavior was even embarrassing Harry, slightly. He couldn't imagine what Malfoy must have felt.

"Oh. Well, I. . . Um. . . Thanks?" Ron sputtered sheepishly.

"Lets go back to the common room. It's so late and dark. Could an innocent girl like me get a big, strong boy like you to escort her?" She gave another one of her awkwardly girlish giggles and grabbed his hand.

Ron looked too happy to care how out of place Hermione was acting. Seamus and Dean looked like they were going to be sick.

"Ron," Seamus grabbed his shoulder, "Don't you see what she's doing? She's trying to distract you from checking the classroom!"

"Ron, are you going to let him talk to your girl that way?" Hermione asked in a bizarrely girly pout.

"'Course not! Come off it, Seamus!" Ron snarled, "We're going to bed! I'm a Prefect, too. Now, go!"

Seamus and Dean scoffed and rolled their eyes. They reluctantly started heading down the stairs, followed closely by Ron and Hermione.

Harry and Malfoy neared the doorway. They waited until the group of Gryffindors were long out of sight before they closed the door and pulled off the cloak.

"I guess she's not so bad." Malfoy smirked, ". . .For a Mudblood."

Harry jerked his hand away and drew his wand, "Take it back!"

Malfoy lifted an eyebrow, "I guess she is bad?" he appeared somewhat amused.

"That's not what I meant, Malfoy!" Harry growled.

"What? I complimented her." The blond clearly didn't see what the big deal was.

"Hermione just went out of her way to cover for us!" The Gryffindor shouted, "How could you still call her that?"

"You mean Mudblood?" The Slytherin's jaw twitched.

"Yes!"

"She is what she is." Malfoy shrugged, indifferently.

"So, that's how it is?!" Harry's fists were white with how hard they were clenched. The hand that was clutching his wand twitched, slightly, "It doesn't matter how kind she is to you, you're still going to treat her like scum just because she's Muggle born?"

"Yes, Potter!" Malfoy drawled, "I come from a noble pure-blood family. I'm not compromising my honor for her, no matter if she does do me a favor. You didn't seriously think that just because we fooled around a couple times, that I would have a sudden epiphany."

"Get out of here!" Harry screamed, "I don't want to see you again! I hate you!"

"Fine!" Malfoy scowled. He walked toward the exit. Opening the door, the Slytherin stopped and reached in the pocket of his robes. He pulled out a small red parcel with gold ribbon and threw it to Harry. "Happy Valentines Day." he muttered before walking away.
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