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Stream of Consciousness	By : AngelNarcissa90 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12234 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does. Neither do I profit from the pleasurable experience of writing. Warning: Rape and Abuse Featured.

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Partied just a little too hard before and after New Year’s Day…and into the next year. That and finals were a bitch…

School, School and More School…
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Draco rubbed his eyes as fought the presence of Greyback that clung to his skin. Nothing he did that morning would liberate him of it. He had showered for over an hour so far and had endured the howls of protest at his prolonged shower. The touch of tender lips against his shoulder made him shiver. Only Zabini would interfere when he was fighting his internal demon.
“I told you not to come in here. I don’t like anyone to see me…like this.” Draco said as he attempted to shake Blaise off. Blaise pressed his naked drenched form against Draco’s scarred one, “I’m not judgmental. You know that.”
Shrugging, Draco grasped Blaise’s hands and pulled them forward. He fought the urge to bend over and erase his feelings of embarrassment and envelope the hardened flesh of his temporary lover. Oh, to be lost in the sea of lust aboard the deck of arousal. Scorpius needed more than just a set of grandparents and a father. He needed at least two fathers and Draco was sure that Zabini would only have little wizards if it was necessary. He did not doubt Zabini cared for him, but that same emotion did not translate when Scorpius was in the picture. Draco knew that Scorpius would be an exceptional wizard. He would know that Draco had given birth to him and he would probably start asking questions about who his other father was. Draco was not prepared to think about how to begin to answer questions of that nature.
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After exiting the shower, dressing and joining the rest of Slytherin for their group journey into the Great Hall, Draco allowed himself to feel his nerves beginning to knot. Today he was to meet with the headmaster and his professors to determine a class and exam schedule for the rest of the semester. Madame Pomfrey would be examining the extent of his disability while the headmaster bore witness. Knowing that these relative strangers would see him weak and vulnerable almost eliminated Draco’s appetite.
“Eat and strengthen yourself. You think the lions will care what you’ve been through?” Gregory Goyle said quietly. Draco, Goyle, Pansy, Zabini and a few other repeat seventh year Slytherins were seated about two feet away from the others. The head table was a few feet further, but none of the students looked in that direction. It was as if they were the only students in the hall.
Draco nodded and took a moment to bow his head in prayer. The sunlight from the high windows impressed upon him a gentle warmth and most importantly, he could almost see the streams of light that hit the table. Today was a good day as far as his vision was concerned.
Soon the owls were swirling and diving in around the students of the various tables. Draco did not look up, but he knew that the Gryffindors had begun to enter, late as usual. Squaring his shoulders and feigning a bravado that he did not feel, Draco turned to look at the new headmaster. Even with this new man slowly reviving this war torn castle, he would never replace Dumbledore. Dumbledore’s presence permeated the walls of the castle long after his death.
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Harry knew that his some of his friends were upset with him, but the silent treatment he received upon entering the castle was beginning to grate on his nerves. He expected Seamus, Dean and Ginny to offer some resistance to his new found sense of responsibility over Draco, but Neville? Harry was unsure if he understood, let alone knew what he had done so wrong to affront the usually loyal youth.
An odd stare from Draco met Harry’s eyes as his eyes swept over the Great Hall. Harry looked away as soon as their eyes met. He didn’t want anyone to notice their interaction. Maybe he could corner him after class or something. Speaking of classes, Harry watched as Professor McGonagall made her rounds with class schedules in hand. Interestingly enough, she paused at the Slytherin table on her way from the dais and stared at Draco as she walked passed. Harry snorted, Draco was quite popular this year. Reaching for the pitcher of pumpkin juice, Harry fixed and polished off a bowl of porridge and a plate of double scramble eggs and sausages.
Ron and Hermione were seated conspicuously close together. Neither of them had commented on the other Gryffindors’ treatment of him. Of course, Harry realized that they hadn’t noticed him since King’s Cross. Sighing, Harry watched the owl glide above him with a freedom that Harry was just realizing that he had with Tom Riddle gone.
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The new course schedule Draco received from Slughorn was a blur of letters. So much for the clearer vision, Draco thought grumpily. The letter that dropped onto the vacant space where his plate had been caught Draco’s attention. The owl that left the envelope didn’t stop for a treat. Draco frowned he’d never seen the owl before.
“Don’t open it here, wait until after lessons.” Zabini said in a low tone, his eyes watching as the other Slytherins began to leave the hall.
Draco complied and stood. He had a meeting with the headmaster and as frightened and nervous as he was of it he knew there was no way out of it. Draco pressed his hand against his breast pocket where he’d stuffed the letter. It gave him a feeling of warmth to know that he had his family on his side.
Resisting the urge to grasp Zabini’s shoulder as a primitive guide out of the Great Hall, Draco squared his shoulders and walked behind Zabini with as much courage and confidence as he could muster. Once outside the Great Hall, Draco was intercepted by Professor McGonagall. Draco couldn’t tell what her expression was, but he was sure that it was the usual stern countenance she wore in the same way he wore his Slytherin colors.
“Follow me, Mr. Malfoy.” Professor McGonagall directed in a clipped tone. Draco didn’t fail to notice the emphasis she placed on his title. Draco shrugged it off and was grateful that she hadn’t condescended to call him Lord Malfoy or something just as ironically honorary. Draco wasn’t sure how he imagined the verification procedure to go, but he guessed that this was as close to friendly as he was going to get from a Gryffindor.
The halls of the restored castle brought back memories of war and fear to Draco’s mind. He repelled any emotion that might display his overt discomfort at being back in the place where he had almost lost his life for the third time. After all, if it wasn’t for the Dark Lord threatening his very existence, Greyback playing with him like a personal toy or Potter with his self-righteous need to save everyone, Draco’s life would have been quite boring.
“Here we are, Madame Pomfrey,” Professor McGonagall nodded as she closed the door to the infirmary after her. Draco stood still to gain his bearings. The large room before him was flooded with light that disappeared a moment later. Candle light replaced it.
“This is for privacy purposes only.” Draco turned to face the new headmaster. He was a dark shadowy figure that was moving closer to him. Professor Morvick stood solidly before him.
Out of habit, Draco kept still. He wouldn’t let this wizard, this man, intimidate him. The standoff was interrupted by Madame Pomfrey who led him away from the headmaster. Draco followed the dark hems of her skirt until a cloud like fog impeded his vision. Draco stopped short of walking into it. He didn’t want to make himself appear to be an utter fool when he was trying to win their favor.
“Walk around the screen, dear.” Madame Pomfrey ordered crisply. Draco had never been one of her favorite patients.
Draco wanted ask how when it seemed to stretch out into forever. Draco watched as the fog moved and formed an odd shaped cloud. He could tell that Madame Pomfrey was standing in front of it. Deducing that the screen had been obscuring his sight of the bed and that what the nurse was standing in front of was indeed a bed, Draco made his way over.
“Honestly, young man there is no need for the dramatics.” Draco ignored the nurse’s reprimand and sat down slowly on the bed. Draco fought the urge to scoot back all the way and tuck himself under the covers.
The sound of rushed footfalls after the hushed closing of the main entrance to the infirmary signaled the presence of his head of house. “I do apologize for my tardiness. I was kept by a trivial matter concerning some misguided students. Ah, yes, young Mr. Malfoy, I trust you are doing well this fine morning.”
Draco faced the direction of the sound of Slughorn’s voice and responded in kind. He kept his reply short and to the point. He really wanted to get this embarrassing examination over with.
“Now, sit back,” said Madame Pomfrey as she, Headmaster Morvick, Professor McGonagall and Professor Slughorn closed in around the bed. Draco held his breath as he settled back against pillows. No matter how badly Draco wanted to close his eyes, he knew that he’d have to open them regardless. Draco waited patiently as the tip of Madame Pomfrey’s wand began to glow and as it glided closer, Draco’s vision faded until it became completely black.
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“How did it go?”
Draco rubbed shoulders with Goyle as he made his way from N.E.W.T Potions. He swore if he had to hear that loud mouth mudblood Granger once more he would choke her.
Draco didn’t answer right away as they made a sharp right away from the stairs that would lead them to ground level. Instead, they headed for the Slytherin keep. “Better than expected,” Draco replied lowly as they passed two first years who openly sneered in their direction. Draco shook his head at their insolence and foolishness as if they had ever seen or experienced the war that had taken place. Smirking, Draco almost pitied them. The closest they had ever gotten to combat was through the sad sorry tales written in articles by The Daily Prophet.
Upon reaching the entrance, Draco opened his mouth to whisper the password only to be stopped by Goyle. He faced Goyle with a questioning expression.
“It’s changed,” Goyle turned to the door, “Traitorous Malfoys.” Draco flinched as the door swung in on itself and he silently followed Goyle through. Neither spoke until they reached the room Draco shared with Zabini. Inhaling shakily, Draco took out the envelope from his breast pocket. Goyle’s back was to Draco as he waved his probationary wand over the door whispering an incantation.
“Well, at least I’m still receiving mail.” Draco smiled lightly. Draco opened it with haste and failed to notice the piece of paper that fell out when he unfolded the letter. Goyle walked over and picked it up staring at it quietly, his head cocked to the side. Draco read the letter.
My Dearest,
I hope all is well with you. Your father and I have begun venturing into the muggle world and just look what we’ve found. Inside this letter you will find enclosed a still picture of our beloved. It doesn’t move! Your father and I have also bought a contraption that is supposed to make something called movies. When we figure it out we will send you one of our beloved.
With the utmost of our love,
Mother
Draco frowned flipping the one page over in his hands. “Where is it?”
Wordlessly, Goyle offered it to him and Draco felt his breath still. His most beloved, Scorpius gazed up at him from the still frame picture. He really wasn’t moving. Smiling softly, Draco caressed the picture with his fingertips. His son was truly a beautiful infant.
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“That’s odd,” Ron murmured next to Harry. Harry raised his head and stared in the direction that Ron was gazing. Draco was gathering his things as if he was leaving, but that couldn’t be right, they were in the middle a charm in class essay exam.
“Don’t tell me that prat is already done. We’ve got to write two feet!” Ron’s cheeks flamed red as he bowed his head with a firm shake as Draco swept from the room. Harry watched him go until he heard the distinct sound of a throat clearing next to him. Professor Flitwick gave Harry a pointed look and signaled for him to resume his writing. Harry complied, raising his quill trying to focus on the work at hand.
When class finally ended, the Slytherins and Gryffindors made their way down the hall. It was time for lunch. All around him, Harry could hear the gossip about Draco and it wasn’t just form members of his own house. The Slytherins were joining in openly speaking ill of their once formidable and respected if not completely feared pseudo leader. The open hostility in their tones made Harry wary of what they were plotting to do to Draco behind his back. If only he had a chance to speak to him somehow.
“I wonder how Draco’s doing it.” Hermione mused aloud. Ron frowned next to her.
“It can’t be his father. Malfoy may be a governor, but Dad says that’s in name only. Don’t know how he wormed his way out of it. Filthy prat.” Ron muttered to himself as he greeted Seamus and Dean. Harry slowed his pace and watched as Ron continued on with their two roommates. He didn’t fancy pretending to have good conversation with the two boys that Harry deemed the most dangerous to Draco’s health from his own house. Of course, that didn’t take into account the other houses. No house was spared the rampant hatred against the Slytherin House because there were few students or families who hadn’t been terrorized by Death Eaters, followers of Voldemort or the fearful employees of the fallen ministry who had been adhering to a pro-pureblood policy. Harry knew that the havoc wreaked upon the world by Voldemort was helped along by past and present members of the Slytherin House.
“Well, it’s nice to be without prying ears isn’t it?” Hermione faced Harry with a small smile. Harry allowed the corner of his mouth to lift into something of a smile. Hermione lost hers and frowned deeply at him.
“You’re serious about Malfoy aren’t you? You’re too selfless you know.” Hermione stopped walking and watched as Ron, Dean and Seamus disappeared around the corner. Harry moved backwards until his back met the wall. The last of the students from his class continued on their way towards the Great Hall. Only a few glanced back at Harry and Hermione.
“I am and Ron should respect my decision.”
Hermione nodded, “I think that is something you need to bring up with him. I’m only his girlfriend, you’re his best mate.” Harry looked at the floor for a moment not knowing what to say next. If he told her that Ron wasn’t his best mate anymore—that she’d filled that position, he was sure that Hermione wouldn’t agree. She was more likely to argue him down than try to see it from his perspective. Or worse, she would try to fix a natural growing apart process that they were both experiencing.
“Of course,” Harry nodded feigning agreement. It didn’t actually matter if he said anything to Ron or not. He was Head Boy and Hermione was Head Girl, they had a lot of responsibility on their shoulders. And Harry was just Harry. Maybe Luna could help him with watching over Draco. She’d seemed interested in his welfare during the summer holiday.
When they resumed walking again, Hermione spoke of Luna inquiring about her. There was a smile in voice as she spoke about the joys of relationships and how healthy she thought the whole thing was for him. She mentioned how Harry needed to relax and stop trying to do what wasn’t asked of him. After all, Draco Malfoy hadn’t voiced to Harry that he wanted or needed any aid or protection.
Harry listened with a critical ear. Hermione’s heart was in the right place, but her focus was on peace. She didn’t want to deal with anymore pain and suffering which is surely what a relationship with Draco was sure to bring. It was understandable really. Harry understood her, but he couldn’t obey her. It was impossible for him especially with his training throughout the years to ignore danger when he felt it. "Constant vigilance" was needed as Mad-Eye Moody used to say. Draco didn’t have to ask for help. He was in danger and Harry wasn’t going to stand by idly watching as he fell into a trap.
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