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The Last Requirement	By : KawaiiHimeCeres Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12688 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: The Movie/Books Harry Potter and all characters in aforementioned Movie/Books belong to J. K. Rowling. The only thing that is mine is the plot. I do not make any money off this fanfiction. I write for pleasure not for profit.

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Author Note: This chapter with the exception of swearing and a few dirty thoughts is clean. I clicked content codes that will apply as the story progresses.

Please R & R. Thank you.

I'm sorry about that last chapter. I wrote it short after I posted the chapter previous to it. I did not like it much but I held on to it hoping I could improve it. When I realized that working on it more only made it worse I decided to go ahead and post it. I hope that this chapter makes up for the previous chapter. I rather like this one and it only took a couple of hours to write.

I'll answer previous comments and new comments tomorrow and as they come in. Sorry for delays on that bit.

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Ron having finally connected the dots had, had plenty of time to dwell on the recently presented facts. The more he thought about it the madder it made him. He was not entirely sure if he was mad at himself for not being there for Harry in the first place because if he had been this clearly would not have happened. Alternatively, he could have been mad at Harry- for many reasons, mostly because he always managed to get himself in these types of messes. His second biggest reason was his sister and the fact that she would be heartbroken. It was commonplace knowledge that you never got over your first love.

Harry was family. That meant that Malfoy was family. Technically he already was, just a very distant part of it. Now he would have to see the arse during Holidays and other major events. Just the thought of seeing Malfoy across the table at Christmas dinner made his blood boil. Sure they might have come out even after the war but Malfoy was still Malfoy, an arrogant arsehole who deserved nothing more than a good bending over the knee and a spanking to match. He shook his head when a visual of Harry being the one doing it popped into his mind. He growled in frustration. Malfoy certainly deserved something worse and less pleasurable because he knew that sick bastard would twist his previous notion into such a thing.

Ron ran his fingers through his hair and started pacing. Short lived due to serious frustration that probably not even a good lay could fix. He marched himself off towards the Quidditch Pitch hoping to find some relief riding a broomstick. He prayed to Merlin that this would all be straightened out and swiftly.

Harry's feet connected with his brain quite well at this particular moment. There was little thought as they carried him towards the Quidditch Pitch. Nothing had been right about him since he passed out in the Great Hall. Normally he had not issues with wordless or wandless spells or a combination of the two, especially easy stuff like summoning his glasses. Nevertheless, for some reason when he got up it just was not working for him. He had slept enough of the day away to know he was not tired. Maybe it was stress; after all, he had been under a lot of it lately.

He decided some fresh air would do him good. What better way to get it than chase a Snitch around the Pitch. He smiled as he looked down at his hand and saw the golden ball that Dumbledor had left him. The school had purchased another one and thus he did not feel inclined to return this one.

"Bloody hell you about took my arm off!" Ron spat. He did not even realize that he had just run into Harry. Actually, it was more like Harry had run into him. It seemed they both had a lot on their minds.

"S," Harry got the 's' out of sorry and nothing more when he noticed it was Ron. He was baffled by the fact of not only the words but also the tone. It was not as if he meant to run into anyone. As luck would have it, his best mate.

Ron did not notice that Harry never finished saying sorry he just assumed he did or that is what he meant to say. "Merlin, I'm sorry Harry." He was not entirely sure what he was sorry for but he knew he was. There was some unspoken custom about that word. There were many moments when it was just considered appropriate and polite, not that either boy cared much about either of those things.

"Entirely my fault." There went that unspoken custom again. This was the follow up part. "I'm having one of those days," Harry sighed. He momentarily wondered which planet was not aligned properly so that he knew who to blame, not that he believed in any of that nonsense- especially not since those days in the stuff tower with the tea leaves.

"I've noticed," Ron paused briefly before adding, "so has the entire school. You've put yourself front and center again without even trying. I'm sure there are a ton of girls would love to know your secret." He was not ready to have the big blow up yet and thus added the last bit to keep things lighthearted between them.

"Tell them not to try so hard," Harry smirked. He grabbed his gear from his locker and started changing into it. The last thing he needed was to have 'another moment' and end up unconscious. The way day was going it was entirely possible. "Are you here to practice for the game?" The one he spoke of consisted only of the 'eighth years'. Their numbers were small but they were still fiercely loyal to their houses. Thus, a little rivalry was expected. The game was not traditional but it was still fun.

"Actually I was going to just fly around and clear my head." Ron adverted his eyes away from Harry as he changed. He could not recall if he had ever done so before. He did not even know why he was doing it now. "You?"

"Same as you. I thought clearing my head might relieve some of my stress. Maybe then I could actually get my magic to straighten itself out. Not like I want to blow up the corridor or something and attract even more attention to myself."

"Have you talked to the school nurse in case it is something serious?" Ron decided to grab his gear and get changed as well. He had not originally intended to but seeing Harry made him decided otherwise. Perhaps they could do a friendly game of 'Catch the Snitch'.

"No. I don't want to come off as a hypochondriac or something of the sort. I'm sure it is nothing." Harry was not sure how he could say it was nothing because nothing like this had ever happened before. Perhaps deep down he just did not want to admit that something could truly be wrong.

"Have you tried to conjure a Patronus?" Ron bit his lip and swallowed hard. Merlin he hoped that Harry would say yes and nothing was amiss there. His best mate was not allowed to fall in love with Malfoy. The entire thing was a mistake. Neither wanted it. Or, so they both said.

Harry shook his head, "why?"

"Don't you remember Tonks?"

Harry rolled his eyes and pushed Ron playfully. "I'm not in love with Dra," Harry stopped and corrected himself. "Malfoy." How many times had he told himself that lately. None. He had no reason to. He told himself that a lot lately. What he questioned most lately was if he found Malfoy attractive. Not that he would openly admit to anyone, he even had a hard time admitting it to himself, but he had enjoyed the other night and having Malfoy's cock shoved so far up his ass. He inwardly groaned. He had to get away from those thoughts. Why could not another witch or wizard turn him on? Why did have to be only Malfoy?

Ron tried his best to laugh it off. However, it was short lived when he noticed Harry pale a bit. More concerned about the health of his best mate he avoided the topic of Harry almost calling Malfoy, Draco- it could wait to later. Apparently, many things could wait until later. "You're looking a little green. Sure you're okay?" The last thing he wanted was for them to get out there and to get flying around and for Harry to fall off his broom and bust his ass or worse his head. Although, a hit to the head might not be such a bad thing because it would knock some sense into him.

"I just need some fresh air," Harry insisted as he left the locker room. He hoped that Ron would follow and stop questioning him. Right now, he just wanted to be on his broom and to be chasing the snitch. He could already imagine the wind in his hair.

Ron shook his head and rolled his eyes. He quickly trotted after his best mate. "If you fall off your broom don't expect me to rescue you." Even though he said it, he did not mean it. He would always be there for Harry, after all they were best mates. He would even suck it up and enjoy his Christmas pudding with his family, Harry AND Malfoy. Now he felt sick.

"You wouldn’t but I would." Malfoy called out as he strode onto the field. The moment he had returned to the room and found the bed empty he had been intent on finding out where Harry had gone. He felt angry with himself that he knew so many of Harry's favorite haunts. But, he got over it when he told himself that was only because he used to love to track the other down and taunt him.

Harry inconspicuously looked up at the sky and cursed Merlin silently. Why did Malfoy have to show up? Couldn't the object of his fantasies just stay away for five minutes. Especially since he had only moments ago pictured the other ramming home very effectively. His cock twitched. He now thanked Merlin for the bulky Quidditch gear. He wondered what his chances of getting fucked were. He knew slim to none because that once was a fluke. Malfoy frequently expressed how not gay he was.

Ron smacked himself in the face as Mr. Iceberg himself made his grand appearance. He was seriously wondering if there was truly some secret crush between the two. Maybe they just did not know it or were not willing to admit it. No wonder they were having a hard time getting those rings off. They were like magnets that were drawn together. Rarely did you did not see one without the other. "Why are you here Malfoy?" He asked when the silence that had fallen between them became nerve wracking.

"Protecting my assets," Draco responded coolly. "He's no good to me dead." He mentally smacked himself when he realized how 'gay' that sounded. He took note that the other two noticed it as well by the quick shift in eyes. "I'm not gay," he snarled as he tossed his head upwards in a snobbish manor. "When a Malfoy makes a promise they keep it even if they don't remember it," he added to attempt to clear matters.

"I'd offer you a shovel but you're digging yourself a pretty nice hole without the help." Ron took a deep breath and tightened his grip on his broom. What he really wanted to tell Malfoy was how full of himself he was. "Harry how about we get flying?" Best to avoid the rest of the situation before it turned nasty. He no longer cared how pale or sickly Harry looked. This suggestion was for the best.

For a number of reasons Harry avoided eye contact with Malfoy. He nodded his head, "Yeah I'm ready."

Draco felt that silence was better than words. He collected what was left of his pride after the Weasel had managed to throw it in the hole with him. As he strode over to the bleachers, he decided that payback was in order. However, just as he sat down he realized that would not be a good thing. The last thing he needed was a temperamental Potter. After all, they bunked together.
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