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Chapter Seven�Attacks
Too Numerous

�� Harry
turned just as Draco broke out of the circle.

�� Which was supposed to be impossible. But when he flung
himself against the wards, they parted around him, and Harry realized that
Draco�s teeth were locked into a snarl, his hands fisted, his eyes glaring with
a passion that it seemed the wards would have worked uselessly to restrain.

�� Seemed that way, Harry reminded himself
harshly as Draco stepped over the circle and aimed his wand at Ron. That didn�t
mean it was true, and that didn�t mean that he had to stand here, stupefied,
because Draco had exhibited an unexpected magical talent. It was an unexpected
talent, or maybe the curse, that had led him to break out of the circle, and
Harry was already accustomed to doing something about the curse.

�� He stepped
between Ron and Draco. Ron was making incredulous little noises behind him.
Harry feared that. Ron was surprised now, but in a moment he would lash out at
the person who had surprised him. Harry had seen that happen before.

�� Draco
halted, twisting his head to the side as though he was confused to find Harry
there. As Harry had feared would happen, his eyes were completely glazed with
the curse. One hand reached out, fingers hooked, as if he was exploring a brick
wall that had appeared in front of him.

�� Great, Harry thought, as Ron moved
restlessly behind him. I�m the only
person in the room who�s not insane with either anger or�well, anger. �Listen
to me, Draco,� he said as calmly and softly as he could. It was a trick he had
seen Hermione use more than once, keeping her voice low so that Ron would be
forced to be quiet instead of simply shout. �He wasn�t going to hurt me. I
don�t know why you thought he was here, but it�s not for that. I promise.�

�� Not hurt,�
Draco said, the words wild and rough, being dragged up from the bottom of his
throat by what sounded like meat-hooks. �I didn�t think that. He was touching you.� He snarled, and drool
splashed out of his mouth and down towards his chin. His gaze focused on Ron,
more malevolent than Harry had yet seen it, even when Draco had thought serving
Voldemort the right thing to do. �Going to destroy him for
that.�

�� No,� Harry
said, and once again moved so that he covered Ron from all angles. Ron had
shuffled to the side, which Draco had watched with brightening eyes. But Harry
wasn�t about to let either of them get hurt for something so stupid as the curse, or the lingering
animosity between them, for that matter. �Other people can touch me, Draco, but
that doesn�t mean that they want to have sex with me.�

�� We can
touch him because we�re his friends,� Ron said, and then boldly laid his hand
on Harry�s shoulder.

�� Harry
swatted it sharply away, not sure what would happen next, already opening his
mouth to yell at Ron�

�� And Draco
cast a curse that leaped easily past Harry�s head, curled over his back, and
smashed into Ron.

�� Ron
screamed in agony. Harry turned and went down on his knees beside him, raising
a bubble that ought to cover them both from any approach by Draco. Then he cast
the revealing spell that had told him what the Dark curse on Ron was when he�d
come to the house that one time before, trying to ignore the panic that rustled
and rushed in him like blood.

�� Draco
crashed against the bubble at the same moment as Harry�s spell failed. Harry
swore and tried another charm. He would just have used the countercurse
if he knew it, but this was an unknown spell, one that was wrenching Ron�s
limbs out to the side and bowing his back at the same time, as if he was on a
rack.

�� Come out, Harry.�

�� Draco�s
voice was ugly. He cast another spell that fizzled away at the limits of the
bubble, but Harry could feel the perceptible weakening in the bubble�s side. It
would give way soon, and then what was going to happen? He didn�t want to know
what spell Draco would cast if he got his hands on Ron.

�� Then I cannot let that happen.

�� His second
revealing spell had failed. Harry narrowed his concentration down to Ron and
Ron alone, and began to chant the third, a charm that had showed him where
unexpected Dark components to Light spells were
located before. This spell might be one that was ordinarily used to stretch and
dry towels. He thought it was. He would go on thinking it was until he was
forced to decide otherwise.

*

�� It was
worse than before. Not only was Weasley touching Harry now, but Harry was on
the floor beside him, one hand resting on his chest, and the wrist of the other
sweeping perilously near Weasley�s robes when he moved it.

�� The sight
sent deep splinters of pain into Draco�s chest, and made it a struggle to
breathe.

�� Harry couldn�t do this. He couldn�t. Draco desired him so much that
he had to return at least some of that desire, or respect it. If he couldn�t
climb willingly into bed with Draco, then he had to avoid other people until he
could overcome his inexplicable revulsion. And if he didn�t avoid them, then
Draco would punish them. Draco didn�t see why that was so hard to understand.

�� A green
glow abruptly gripped Weasley. Harry said something under his breath that might
have been a prayer�with the bubble between them, it
was hard for Draco to make it out�and then rested both hands in the center of
Weasley�s chest, wand pointing along his sternum.

�� Draco
kicked the bubble, jealousy filling him like hot tar. This hurt, to see Harry touching someone else. Didn�t he understand
that? It hurt. And Draco had never
even got to feel those hands touching his chest with the same reverence and
care that Harry showed Weasley. He�d initiated all the contact between them,
and the only thing Harry had ever been involved in was pushing him away.

�� Harry
glanced once to the side as he cast his spell, his green eyes flashing at
Draco, and Draco remembered the way those eyes had looked when he reached for
Harry in the meadow. He�d flinched. He hadn�t wanted Draco to touch him, all
because Draco had been a little forceful shortly before.

�� But he
would touch Weasley.

�� Draco began
to grimly prepare himself for a spell that he was sure would destroy the
bubble. He hadn�t wanted to use it before because it might also injure Harry.
But he had to establish his claim to
Harry. That was paramount.

*

�� Thank Merlin.

�� The
revealing spell had finally shown what was wrong with Ron, and it was that
spell that would stretch and dry towels, given a Dark component for extra pain
and applied to a human body. Harry didn�t want to think about the yowls and
yelps that were coming out of Ron�s throat now, mostly beyond the point where
he could recognize anything human in them. He would remove the spell and then
hope that a round of healing potions would help Ron move well enough to go to
St. Mungo�s.

�� A shuffle
from the side caught his attention, and he glanced at Draco. Draco�s face was
pasty with longing, his hands clenching at the air and his wand as if that
would help make up for not having Harry�s flesh under his hands right now. Or
was it Ron�s flesh that he was longing for, to rend and tear? Harry didn�t know
enough about the operation of the curse, or the way that it usually functioned,
to say for certain.

�� Draco
lifted his wand. Harry saw that much before he had to return to Ron and his
incantation.

�� And what is Ron going to say when he recovers?
That anyone who uses a Dark spell belongs in prison? That using a spell against
an Auror means that Draco has to be arrested immediately?

�� Harry
didn�t know for certain what would happen to Draco if he was shut away from the
sight of Harry for days, but he could guess.

�� Ron stopped
spasming as Harry�s spell took hold, and weakly
opened his eyes. Harry began to murmur other charms that ought to ease the pain
in his muscles, thinking about how he could move the bubble around his lab so
that they could reach the healing potions without opening it to Draco. Harry
had perfected these defenses when some of the revealing charms he used,
combined with the spells on objects, turned out to have unpredictable
consequences; he could make the sides permeable, to roll over and absorb the
healing potions inwards, without making them less strong.

�� Something
hit the bubble.

�� For long
moments, that was all Harry could say for certain, that something had hit the bubble. Light flashed around him, white and blinding.
There was an enormous concussion. He heard the shattering and splintering of
glass and wood, and knew that the magic had nearly destroyed his lab. For a
moment, he despaired, thinking about all the lost work and the lost chances of
curing the curse.

�� When he
could see again, he realized it wasn�t actually that bad. The bubble was gone,
but most of the vials and notes and objects that he practiced on were still on
the shelves. One shelf had sagged and cracked, but it was on the other side of
the room and hadn�t spilled anything fragile. Ron had been thrown clear and lay
on the floor, groaning but not screaming. After the ending of that first spell,
Harry was glad for any reaction that wasn�t a scream. He started to force
himself up.

�� That was
when he became aware of the part that was
worse than he had thought. Draco was straddling his hips, staring at him
with the grace of a rearing cobra. He had his wand in one hand, and it was
pressed firmly into the skin over Harry�s heart.

�� Harry
studied Draco�s eyes. The glaze was there, but different than what he had seen
before. It was�deeper? Brighter? At any rate, it made
Draco look more like himself. Harry hoped he could be
reasoned with.

�� Draco?� he
asked cautiously.

�� I�m
sorry,� Draco said, which made Harry stare,
because of all the words he had ever thought to hear coming out of Draco�s
mouth, those were the last two. �But I had to get through the bubble. You were touching Weasley.� He spat the last
words and moved up Harry�s body, so that he sat more firmly on Harry�s chest.
Harry breathed out carefully and shook his head.

�� I�m not
now,� he said.

�� I know.�
Draco stared at him with something like rapture and then ran a hand down the
side of his neck, sighing deeply when his fingers caught in Harry�s hair. He
tightened them for a moment, holding Harry�s head still. Harry remained
motionless, and Draco�s hand relaxed, retracting to his side. �It�s fine,� Draco said, in a deep, soothing voice.
�Everything will be fine, as long as you don�t touch anyone else.�

�� Harry
licked his lips. Draco stared in fascination, and Harry said, �I have to heal
Ron, Draco. He�s hurt.�

�� Draco shook
his head fiercely. The pout on his face would have been funny, like the
expression of a child losing a favorite sweet, but it was accompanied by a
terrifying darkness in his eyes. �No. You can help him, if that�s what you
need.� The sneer his voice dropped into made him sound more like the rational
Draco. �But you�re not going to touch him.�

�� Harry
glanced sideways at Ron, and saw him forcing himself back to his elbows,
staring at Draco and Harry with stunned surprise that was starting to turn into
the beginnings of outrage. Harry winced. �Draco, what do you feel about this?�
he asked. �Are you jealous? Is that why I can�t touch Ron?�

�� You�re mine,� Draco said.

�� I think the answer is �yes,� Harry
thought. He tried to make sure that his breathing and his manner stayed as calm
as possible. Not only Draco but Ron was less likely to panic if Harry acted
like he wasn�t in danger. �Well. Can I sit up, now? My head hurts from lying on
the floor,� he improvised. Draco had started to shake his head, his face
darkening, but Harry doubted that Draco wanted him hurt.

�� Oh. Of course.� Draco�s voice was soft and eager now, and he
bent down and fastened his lips gently on Harry�s for a moment, sucking at the
corner of his mouth, before he leaned back. Harry sat up and turned to face
Ron.

�� Draco�s
arms wound about his waist from behind, and Draco planted a large kiss on the
side of Harry�s throat, sucking harder this time. Harry felt the skin pulled
and had to close his eyes. Despite the circumstances, he�d always had a
sensitive neck, and someone mouthing it called forth�well, the usual response.

�� Harry?�
Ron�s voice was soft and uncertain.

�� You don�t
talk to him.� Draco sounded almost conversational, but when Harry looked again,
Draco had his wand pointed at Ron. Nor was the smile on his lips reassuring.
�You don�t touch him. Get out of the lab without trying to do those things, and
I might let you live.�

�� Ron surged
to his feet at once, his face washed with red. Harry felt fear grab his stomach
and squeeze as if it wanted to make him vomit his lunch. Ron had Auror
training. He could hurt Draco badly, even if Draco struck back with Dark magic.

�� Draco,
no,� Harry murmured, and stood. Draco came with him, of course, hovering close,
his hand resting now on Harry�s shoulder, now on his waist, as if he wanted to
make sure that every inch of their skin touched at least once somewhere. �Ron
didn�t mean to hurt me. He didn�t mean to hurt you, either, but that�s what�s
going to happen if you don�t let go of me for a few minutes.� He pulled
hopefully at Draco�s grip, which only tightened.

�� You�re
mine,� Draco said. �Oh, mine.� His
voice was a snarl now, and he appeared torn between making sure that Ron knew
he was a threat and breathing the words into Harry�s ear.

�� People
aren�t things, Malfoy,� Ron said, his
eyes narrowed and his expression full of contempt. �Of course someone like you
would think that you could own Harry, though.� He looked around. Harry knew
that he was marking the positions of objects in case he had to retreat or move
suddenly in a duel, and that made matters worse. Ron was thinking about not
just arresting Malfoy but fighting him, and Harry knew that someone often died
when an Auror chose to do that.

�� It�s not
his own nature that�s making him say that,� Harry told Ron quickly. �It�s the
curse. You know what this curse is
like, Ron.�

�� He already
used Dark magic on me once,� Ron said, unflinching. �And you know as well as I do
that that�s illegal, Harry, no matter why someone does it.�

�� Harry tried
to reach Ron. If he could once grip him and shake him the way that he sometimes
needed to be shaken, then maybe he could get Ron to see the truth.

�� But Draco
tightened his hold and fastened his lips on Harry�s throat again. When he drew
back, his voice had gone darker and huskier, and his wand had turned so that it
was pointed at Harry�s face instead of Ron. �Why do you force me to hurt you
like this, Harry? Don�t you understand that I don�t want you touching him?� His tone had been almost pleasant,
but it deepened on those last words, and became harsh and choking. Suddenly his
wand was poking Harry in the Adam�s apple.

�� Harry still
had his wand. He reminded himself of that when fear fluttered under his skin.

�� Fine,
Draco,� he said. �I�ll stay still. But he has a point, you know. We have to
deal with the jealousy that you�re feeling in some way.�

�� Draco made an�odd sound. Harry wasn�t sure how to describe it, or
whether the curse had given him the ability to make it, or whether it was
something he could do under normal circumstances. It started out as a hummm in his
chest and ended up as a half-moan. He tucked his fingers where his wand had
been a moment before and turned Harry�s head. Reluctantly, Harry went along
with the pull, because he thought it was the best thing to do, although he
flashed Ron one more warning glance before he did. Ron�s Auror instincts would
probably say that this was the perfect time to attack; Harry was the only one
who knew it wasn�t.

�� Draco
studied his eyes for long moments. Harry looked back, and then Draco made the
odd sound again and laid his head on Harry�s shoulder. Harry felt himself
flush, and not just because Ron was watching (although he did think it rather
hard that he was destined to be molested twice in one day while his friends
were there). He was on fire with embarrassment for Draco, the real Draco, because Harry knew he would
be humiliated if he was caught doing such a thing in public.

�� The
jealousy is fine,� Draco said softly. �I�ll apologize for the Dark spell if you
want me to. I only did it to protect you.� His arms tightened when Harry opened
his mouth to speak. �I�ll do that if you
come into our room now and let me fuck you.�

�� Our room?� Ron asked loudly. �You share a room, Harry?�

�� We will,�
Draco said, sounding almost normal again as he glared over Harry�s head in
Ron�s direction. �Not that it�s any of your business who Harry takes to his
bed, Weasley.� He abruptly arched his neck and wrapped his arms around Harry to
the point that Harry felt crushed. �But you might as well know that it will
never be anyone but me, ever again. So sorry to crush your little sister�s
hopes,� he added sarcastically. Then his mouth curved in a cruel smile. �Or
should that be your hopes?�

�� That was
the point where Ron cast a spell in Draco�s direction with a wordless cry of
outrage, and when Harry had to jump between them again.

�� Only, this
time, the spell actually hit him.

*

�� Draco felt
Harry sag in his arms, his breathing suddenly ragged and his body twitching
several times. He didn�t know what had happened, since that description could
fit several spells, but he knew one thing.

�� Weasley
shouldn�t have done that.

�� Draco
gently laid Harry on the floor of the lab. Harry moaned weakly and turned his
head. �Draco?� he murmured. �Where are you going?�

�� A dark bolt
of pleasure surged through Draco. Of course his first concern had to be Harry�s
health, but it was gratifying to know that Harry worried about his presence and
wanted only Draco near him. Draco
bent down and kissed his forehead. �To punish Weasley,� he said. �I�ll be back
soon.�

�� Harry
turned over on his side. Draco hovered next to him, sure that Weasley wouldn�t
cast again in the short amount of time this would take, and Harry reached out
and pressed his wand against Draco�s ankle.

�� Memoria sanguinis,�
he whispered.

�� Draco
staggered as the spell seemed to zoom through him, but while it brought the
pictures of his parents and the Manor back to him, it didn�t affect him like he
thought Harry was hoping. He shook his head gently. �No,� he said, when Harry
stared up at him. �You can�t catch me that easily. I don�t know why you caught
me that easily the first time. After all, you matter more to me than my parents
do.�

�� This isn�t
you,� Harry said. He seemed to have
forgotten Weasley was in the room. Draco turned his head to the side in sheer
pleasure, but he didn�t get to see Weasley�s reaction because he didn�t dare
take his eyes off Harry. �Draco, listen to yourself.
You�re the one who values your blood and your heritage. That�s the reason the
fanatics cast a curse on you in the first place. You�re not someone who would
give that all up for a half-blood.�

�� Shhh,� Draco said, frowning down at him. �If you refer to
yourself that way again, I�ll be seriously displeased. I�m as jealous of your
honor as I am of mine, and you deserve to be referred to in respectful terms.�

�� Harry gaped
at him. Draco let his fingers brush against Harry�s cheek, gently pressing the
dangling jaw shut. �What?� he whispered. �Is it so hard to believe that I would
care about what you think and feel, Harry?�

�� I think
I�m going to be sick,� Weasley announced from across the room.

�� Draco shot
him a venomous look that seemed to rock him back on his heels, and then bent
down and pressed his lips against Harry�s cheek. �I do care,� he whispered. �I
do. I always will. Just be still for right now, Harry. Are you hurt? Is there
anything I can do for you before I go after him?�

�� No, I��
Harry said, and then gasped. Draco, concerned, reached out to lay a hand on
Harry�s throat and check the beat of his pulse, and shook his head when he
found it. Harry�s heart was beating too fast.

�� You should
try to rest,� he began.

�� That�s it,� Harry said. �The jealousy is
detached from the rest of the spell. It must
be. The spell that helped to bring you out of the lust isn�t working
because this isn�t lust, it�s jealousy. It�s not the
same thing, but connected. They both make you behave irrationally, but in
different ways.� He reached out and grasped Draco�s wrist with an urgent hand
this time. �Let�s try something else.�

�� Draco
raised his eyebrows and waited patiently. He could afford to humor Harry when
doing so hurt no one.

�� Memoria mentis,� Harry said.

�� Draco
swayed as a wind seemed to pick him up and then drop him right back where he
had been. His head spun and his thoughts rearranged themselves into new
patterns. He opened his mouth to ask what in the world Harry thought he was
doing, trying to change his mind like that.

�� Then he
realized where he was kneeling, and remembered the words he had spoken, and
remembered what had precipitated this.

�� He was in
his right mind again.

�� He had been
jealous. Over Harry Potter.

�� He
struggled to his feet and turned away, keeping his head bowed. He didn�t want
to look anyone in the eye right now.

�� Behind him,
he could hear Potter standing up and saying something to Weasley. Weasley
snapped back, openly hostile, �I don�t care how sorry you are for him, Harry, it�s not right that he should get away with using a Dark spell on me!�

�� Draco�s
shoulders stiffened. He would put up with a lot to get the help Potter had
promised him, but he wouldn�t stand for Weasley�s accusations. He turned
around, ready to defend himself in any way that seemed possible.

�� The weary
slump of Potter�s shoulders stopped him. Draco didn�t want to be concerned, but then again, Potter was the only one who
had seemed interested in helping him so far. Draco certainly didn�t want to put
him off, either.

�� Listen,�
Potter said. �He used a spell on you. Then you used one on me. We�ll have to
sort out the legalities later, but considering you knew what curse he was
suffering from, you�re the one who�s more responsible and rational right now.�

�� Draco
bristled. He was not a child. Just
because he had a certain spell on him�

�� Weasley
seemed to agree, given his narrowed eyes. Draco made a beckoning gesture. He
was up to dueling Weasley if Weasley wanted to.

�� Ron,�
Potter said. �Go away.�

�� Weasley, caught fuming between what looked like anger and
Gryffindor guilt, stood there waving his arms about for another second, then
whirled and took the stairs several at a time. Potter shook his head and turned
to face Draco, his fingers splayed across his forehead. He was trying to smile,
but it was a sorry effort.

�� I�ve learned
something important today,� he said. �The curse has two components, the lust
and the jealousy, and they�re interconnected in some devious ways. But what do
you say we rest for a few hours? We deserve it.�

�� When he
considered everything that had happened in the space of a day�two assaults on
Potter, one breaking out of a warded circle, one assault on Weasley, and then
one �hugging� session�Draco could only agree.

*

   luvlustblood:
Thank you!
            Soria: You�re welcome!
            Rosalie
Ayers: That is, indeed, special! Thanks for reviewing.
            SP777:
Yes. Harry�s thankful that it�s no worse.
            W�lkchen: This will be a warning to Harry to try and make
sure that it doesn�t happen in the future.
            And Harry
makes another advance in this chapter, to the satisfaction of everybody (except
the curse, perhaps).
            The curse
drives its victim to get what he wants and fulfill his hunger, at whatever
cost. It can simulate rational behavior as long as that will help it along to
its goals. Thus, when Draco cast the curse at Ron, he knew that it wouldn�t
serve his purposes just to cast wildly and hope that a spell would hit him, and
it certainly wouldn�t help to curse Harry; he chose a spell that would get past
Harry�s block.
            Nicole:
Yes, I plan to continue until the story�s finished.
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