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When Two Are One	By : rachxoxo Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5198 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-**UPDATE**
- 12-Eleven
- 13-Twelve
- 14-Thirteen
- 15-Fourteen
- 6
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- 8
Harry had severed his hand from Draco�s face, the warmth imparted to his skin deserting him.

Bloody meddlesome fucking elf.

�You mean to tell me you dragged all of these bags here for nothing?� Harry asked, cocking his eyebrows.

Draco rolled his eyes. �I believe that if you use that organ that resides dormant in your skull to use you will discover the implication I�ve made has nothing to do with my leaving here.�

�What?�

�Nevermind� Draco said, his body crashing to the couch.

�Maybe if you�d lose the five pound words I�d understand you better.� Harry said, slumping down beside him.

Draco opened his mouth for a comeback and quickly remembered the tender moment they�d experienced before that poor excuse for a servant interrupted them. Involuntarily his hand flew to the place where Harry�s had rested moments ago and he closed his eyes.

The rough palm skirting his velvety skin. The smell of cologne�of Harry permeating his nostrils. And then that voice. That fucking voice that snapped Harry back to the reality of who he was touching and the proximity of their bodies to one another. There was another voice now, begging him to wake up�

�Draco�Draco? Hello? Are you asleep? Wake up!�

The possessor of the voice had begun to shake him timidly. He opened his eyes to find that it was Harry, nearly kneeling on the ground in front of him.

If you knew what I was thinking right now, you�d do better to be in that position.

�I�m up, I�m up. What�s the fuss about? Is the room on fire?� Draco said sarcastically, turning around on the couch in an overdramatic manner.

�It�s a little warm in here but there�s no fire.�

Oh, there�s a fire alright.

�Kreacher wants to know if you�re hungry.�

Draco�s stomach gave a deep growl. �A little I suppose.�

Harry laughed and stood up. Draco wordlessly followed him downstairs to the basement kitchen. It seemed an odd place to keep one, but Draco wasn�t overly concerned with the aesthetics of the room right now. He was more interested in getting his hands on the exquisite mounds of flesh hidden beneath Harry�s clothes that were dancing in front of him as he descended the steps behind the brunette. Without realizing that his guide had stopped, Draco plowed straight into Harry�s back, his arms grasping for Harry�s sides as he teetered on the spot.

Electric current raged through Harry�s skin. A small slice of bone and flesh had brushed underneath the hem of his shirt. The sensation made him feel light headed and he needed to plant his feet firmly on the ground to steady his posture.

�I�ve got you� Draco chuckled, smoothing more skin with the remainder of his hand.

Harry had to bite his lip to prevent himself from eliciting a moan. What the hell was that? All Draco was doing was touching him. Oh, but he didn�t want it to stop. He wanted the hand that was gripping his side to snake itself down to his cock and grip that instead.

The hands were taken away now and Harry felt his flesh give a dejected sigh.

Draco moved in front of him and took a seat at the table that was quickly filling up with a plethora of food. He was helping himself to bits of everything when Harry joined him there.

�Your elf�is over�compensating.� Draco said through mouthfuls.

It would be quite disgusting to watch if it were Ron sitting there, pieces of food and saliva flying to the air as he talked. But Draco�it was oddly endearing the way he wiped his mouth after each swallow. Swallow�I�ll have to find out if he does that.What was that again? That strange voice that had spoke to him once in school, campaigning for him to kiss Ginny. It was at least ten times louder now and breathed hard in his ears. Draco was talking to him now, but his conscience drowned out his sense of sound.

�Aren�t you going to eat anything?�

The words had broken through and Harry shook his head. �I�ve already eaten.�

�You sure you don�t want any of this treacle tart?�

Harry shook his head again. No, but I wouldn�t mind pouring treacle all over your body.

�Are you okay?�

He nodded. Words were climbing up his throat to be released but fizzled out as soon as they reached his mouth. All he could do was sit and stare at the blush colored pouty lips covering themselves in the golden liquid. The rosy tongue jutting out to wet and remove the sticky substance. His cock did a few gymnastic maneuvers in his pants and cried against the fabric for relief.

Think of something foul.

�Fine. Perfectly fine� Harry replied.

Kreacher and Daisy. Kreacher and Daisy using your bed as their new favorite fuck spot.

Harry�s cock grew steadily more flaccid as his thoughts turned to the disgusting scene he�d witnessed a month ago.

�I didn�t think you could turn food down.� Draco said, finishing off his pumpkin juice.

�Yeah well Chinese is a bunch of rice and stuff so�yeah�.

Draco laughed. �Put so eloquently.�

Harry shrugged and tried not to look over at the blond lest his erection return with a vengeance.

�Are you sure you�re okay? You�re looking a bit flushed,� Draco said, running his hand over Harry�s face.

Sweet fucking tap dancing Jesus.

Draco�s hands were much softer than his own and caressed his face much like the fine silk of the Malfoy bed linens might. The hand passed over his face at least three times before resting on his scar. A spindly finger lingered there, tracing the skin marred into the shape of a lightning bolt. The sensations forging through his flesh were gone too soon as Draco separated his hand.

You should be used to people touching it by now.

But it never felt like that before!

�I always wanted to do that for some reason.� Draco said, turning his attention away from the table and onto Harry.

Harry couldn�t have looked away if he tried. Draco�s aqueous silver eyes were trained on his and his lips curled into a small but mischievous smile. He reached his hand across the table and began to trace the mark again. �That doesn�t hurt, does it?�

�Not at all.�

It feels fan-fucking-tastic.

�It�s hard to believe a piece of him was inside of you the whole time. Did you feel it?� Draco asked, moving aside a piece of Harry�s hair that had fallen onto his forehead.

�It never felt like a foreign being was lodged inside, just his thoughts. I could feel what he felt, see what he saw. It was disturbing and fascinating at the same time. It worked out in my favor though, obviously.�

�It�s amazing to me that someone our age could outsmart Voldemort.�

�I didn�t outsmart him, I just possessed more knowledge of our bond than he ever anticipated. He had a vulnerability like every other human being, and in the end that was his downfall.� Harry said.

Draco nodded and continued tracing the scar.

�If you�d like I can find some way of removing it so that you can spend more time with it.� Harry said, laughing.

Draco smirked and gave Harry�s forehead a poke.

�Have you ever wondered what you�d look like without it?�

�I have, but I�ve never known myself without it. I imagine that it would take the attention away from my forehead and people would have to focus on the rest of my face. Scary.� Harry said, shuddering.

�There�s nothing wrong with your face.�

Harry�s face flushed again as Kreacher scuttled by, clearing the table.

�You keep blushing like that and I�m going think there�s something funny about you.� Draco joked, standing up.

Harry rolled his eyes and shoved his hands into his pockets. �You want to watch a movie or something?�

They started the ascent for the sitting room once more.

�Depends on what kind of movie it is. I saw a few while abroad that were so boring I fell asleep halfway through. And girlie movies. Those have to be the absolute worst genre ever invented. Lillian, the girl whose parents house we stayed in, had me watching all these sappy love stories. Blech�give me a fucking break.�

�Maybe she was trying to stir up some romantic feelings in you.� Harry said, smirking over at Draco as they plopped back on the couch.

�She was fifteen.�

�That�s not too much of an age difference.�

�She did hug me an awful lot. And mash her tits into my chest when she did so,� Draco shook his head to emphasize the point. �Not for me.�

�What is for you? You strike me as the type of bloke that looks for nothing more than a nice piece of ass.�

�Au contraire. I�ve found that women who place their physical beauty as the utmost importance are severely lacking in the mental department. That�s why I�ve always had a secret thing for Granger.� Draco said, crossing his arms over his chest.

�Hermione?! You fancy Hermione?!�

�I don�t fancy her, I simply find her attractive. More so than that raving lunatic Pansy. Did you know she spent five hours getting ready every morning?�

�Wasted time, I�d say.� Harry said, laughing.

Draco laughed as Harry sifted through the DVD�s he�d accumulated over the past weeks.

�I turned her down for a blowjob after the Yule Ball for the simple fact that I didn�t want to put my genitals in harm�s way.�

And because it�s your pretty little throat I want to shove my cock down.

�Ah ha! Found it,� Harry said, loading the DVD. �Nightmare on Elm St.�

�No, sorry. Nothing with nightmare in the title. I�ve had enough of those to last me a lifetime.�

Harry turned the TV off again and tossed the remote to the table. �Okay, no movie. We�ll talk. What have you been having nightmares about?� He shifted on the couch to face Draco.

�My mother. I�m laying in bed sleeping and something always happens to me to bring about my death and the last thing I see are my mothers eye�s and hear her screams.�

�Do you know that it�s actually you lying there or are you able to look in on the scene from elsewhere?�

Draco considered the question a minute. �I am standing somewhere off to the side really. But I can feel my blood draining from me and see my mother�s face.�

Harry rubbed absentmindedly at his forehead and sighed. �I think you�re watching your father being killed.�

�I had the dreams before my father�s death though. And there�s always something random happening before the death. Once it was spiders crawling all over me, another time it was Professor Slughorn pouring some foul smelling potion on me.�

�What kind of crazy shit are you doing before you go to sleep? Drinking petrol?� Harry laughed.

Draco huffed and crossed his arms tighter. �I knew I shouldn�t have mentioned it�know you�d laugh at me.�

�Draco,� Harry said softly, grabbing the blond�s shoulder. �I�m not laughing at you.�

Draco sighed and relaxed his arms. �I know. I�m just so used to having my guard up that when you started laughing, I immediately thought it was at my expense.�

�I couldn�t ever think of doing that. Not after what you�ve shared with me.�

�You�re too loyal to me after what I�ve done to you in the past, I don�t deserve it.�

Harry smiled. �Yes you do, Draco. You more than anyone I know deserve loyalty. So many have betrayed you. It�s about time for someone to stand in your corner.�

Draco yawned, the sound echoing over the walls.

�Let�s get you in bed.�

After fifteen minutes of discussion over bed linens, Draco resigned himself to the bedroom across the hall from Harry. Clearly sleep was not going to deter his mind from seeking comfort. Harry had just settled in under the covers when there was a knock on his door.

�Come in.� he called.

He hadn�t bothered to put on his glasses but made out the pale blond hair and sinewy body of Draco walking towards his bed.

�I thought for sure you�d be out by now�

�I was, until the visions popped up again� Draco said, resting his forehead against the post at the foot of the bed.

Harry skimmed his arm under the sheets and threw them over on the other side. �Well, did you plan to just stand around there all night?�

Draco smiled and lowered himself onto the bed, being careful of how close his body was to Harry�s.

�This is much more comfortable than that glorified table across the hall.�

�Sorry.� Harry muttered.

�Oh,� Draco said, reaching into his pocket. �Can you put my wand on the nightstand? I don�t want to catch the bed on fire in the middle of the night� He handed his wand to Harry, who turned it over in his palm.

�Who said you�re sleeping in here with me?� Harry said, putting Draco�s wand next to his own.

�Shut up, Harry. You know you enjoy my company.� Draco said, putting his arms behind his head.

Harry rolled his eyes before setting his eyes to the skies, or ceiling in this case. He�d bewitched it to look like the night�s sky, glittered in stars.

�Look, right there,� Draco pointed to a particularly bright star. �The constellation I was named from. See, the head of it starts there and curves around�until you reach the tail� he said, tracing an invisible line in the air.

�You actually paid attention in Astronomy?� Harry asked.

�Of course not. My mother showed me once when I was five.�

Harry turned to his side to face Draco. �How is your mum?�

Draco sighed. �She�s not crying nearly as much as she was before. You were right, having my aunt back in her life has done her a lot of good. Done us both a bit of good, I reckon. Except for the whole babysitting Teddy thing. He�s ruined at least five of my shirts. I�m surprised you haven�t commented on the one I�m wearing.�

Harry reached around his back for his glasses and wand. He illuminated the tip and passed it over the front of Draco�s shirt.

�Remember my name, you�ll be screaming it later. Christ, Draco. Leave it to you to like something tacky like that.�

�Aunt Andromeda bought it for me in a Muggle clothing shop. I happen to find it funny.� Draco said, smiling.

Harry let his eyes travel from the silver lettering on the shirt down Draco�s body to his black silk pajama bottoms. �And with silk pajamas, no less.�

�I can take them off, if you�d like.�

I think I�d like that entirely too much. �No thanks� Harry said, extinguishing the light.

�I normally sleep starkers, but I made an exception when my ass hit those sandpaper sheets in your guestroom. There may be blood on them� Draco said, rubbing his hand over his bum.

�You sleep naked?� Harry questioned, doubt tingeing his voice.

�Yes�

�You slept naked at Hogwarts?�

�Yes�

�You slept nude in a dormitory with four other blokes who could have sodomized you with foreign objects?�

�You seem a bit preoccupied with the thought of my nudity, Harry.�

Harry opened and closed his mouth in search of a comeback but came up with none. Draco smiled smugly to himself as the brunette laid back on his pillow.

�No one would dare try anything remotely resembling a prank. I was Draco Malfoy then, remember.�

�Aren�t you still?� Harry joked.

Draco snorted. �Back then I was Draco Malfoy, the epitome of Slytherin evil, complete with a Death Eater father. They couldn�t touch that. Even Crabbe, Goyle and Nott who had Death Eater daddies of their own. Lucius Malfoy was Chief Death Eater and if anyone so much as coughed on his son, he could have them killed. Or so I had them all believe. That all changed when the name Malfoy depreciated. I found myself sleeping in the hallway very often.�

�The hallway?�

�I couldn�t trust that they�d not make attempts on my life if I slumbered on the common room couch, so every night I slept in a different hallway. It was fairly more pleasant than being asleep in a room full of your enemies, except maybe when Peeves dropped ink bottles on me nearly twice a week. I knew then that I was completely alone, save for my mother.� Draco said.

�You didn�t need to be alone. You could�ve told me��

Draco shook his head. �That was when you were Harry Potter�.

�But I�m still��

�Sure, you�re still Harry Potter, but you�re not the same Harry Potter I went to school with. The Harry Potter whose every breath was being tracked by the Ministry and Voldemort alike. The Harry Potter who always managed to come out of things unscathed. The Harry Potter that was so bloody good at Quidditch it made me ill. The Harry Potter that I tried desperately to befriend the moment I met him. That Harry Potter disappeared when you showed up at my house. Now you�re Harry Potter. Just Harry Potter.�

�For the record, I can still out Seek you any day, so that Harry Potter isn�t completely gone.�

�I don�t know why I threw that in there. The point I�m trying to make is that my perception of you changed when you accepted my invitation. If I had asked you over years ago, you would have told me to fuck off, but instead now you were able to push aside your hatred for me for one afternoon and I was able to see past the surface of the mythical Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived to see the real you.�

�Were you disappointed?� Harry asked, turning his eyes in Draco�s direction.

�A little� Draco said, his lips curling into a smile.

Harry turned to face him fully and smiled back. �I�m not disappointed in you. You�re a bit chattier than I�d like, but I�m not disappointed. � He reached out and brushed his fingertips against Draco�s cheek.

Draco�s eyes instinctively closed as Harry�s warmth passed through him. Harry smiled as he watched the blond�s chest rise and fall in waves.

�Goodnight, Draco� he said, turning away from Draco.

�Goodnight, Harry� Draco mumbled, a smile creeping over his face.

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A/N: That took much longer than anticipated. I was ill over the weekend and then on Monday I spent the day at the car dealership with my sister. The guy who sold her the car was named Harry P. Harry fucking P! Could it get any better than that?

Thanks to my loyal readers/reviewers and new readers/reviewers. thrnbrooke,paigeey07,Narcissa,Ero, ZooArmy (sorry, I didn't completely deliver) HarrynDracos_Melissa,Tokyogirl21,Extraho and AloneintheOpen. You guys/gals rock! Tell your friends about me! Lol.

We�re getting closer to some physical fun, how close I won�t divulge, but I will say that the duo is due for some confrontation in the next chapter.

To the people who are reading and still not reviewing.�what�s your problem? :D
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