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Peverell's Children	By : Zakaira Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 27078 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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            With his developing relationship with a boy, Harry wished there was someone he could turn to for advice. And since he didn’t know of anyone bent he could turn to, he thought of what Hermione would do in this situation, which was go to the library and look for a book. But he didn’t want to be caught in the library looking up gay books, because he wasn’t ready to explain to anyone why he would need such a book. Plus he was hoping for a book with details of the type he thought were unlikely to be available in the school library. Particularly, he wanted information on the right way to have gay sex, because he didn’t think the pain and bleeding was supposed to happen. Harry would need an adult to get him a book like that, which made him think of Fred and George Weasley, even though they weren’t bent.

            Harry was a little bit hesitant to ask Fred and George for help, because he was sure they would make fun of him. They were bound to have a ton of gay jokes to tease him with this summer. But Harry didn’t have any parents or parental figures to turn to and he was even more embarrassed at the thought of asking Ron’s parents or a teacher about it; talking to adults about sex was scary. Harry was stuck at school and couldn’t get to a book store. And since Fred and George were younger more approachable adults, plus they were loyal and trustworthy, Harry felt he could turn to them. And he thought they would be willing to get him the type of book he wanted, even if they didn’t have any experience in the subject, because they felt they owed Harry a favor for giving them all that start-up money for their shop. Harry decided to risk it and owl them for help. Thus on Wednesday, Harry wrote a letter to George and Fred and snuck off before breakfast to the owlery alone to mail it, hoping that this wouldn’t get back to Ron.

            “Where’d you go this morning?” Ron asked when Harry sat down next to him in the Great Hall, pulling some toast onto his plate.

            “I went to visit Hedwig. I took her some treats,” Harry replied. It was true enough, because he had given her a few treats before he sent her off with the roll of parchment.

            Ron bought it and proceeded to tell him about the fight between Dean and Seamus that he had missed. Ron, being a prefect, broke it up and was rather proud of himself. Harry tried to listen to his story, but his attention was drawn once more to Malfoy, sitting across the hall at the Slytherin table. Malfoy received a letter and Harry thought that it was probably from his mum, but then he saw Malfoy glance up at the head table nervously, like something was wrong. Professor Snape caught his eye and then they both got up and left the Great Hall in a hurry.

            “I’ll meet you in transfigurations,” Harry whispered to Hermione, grabbing his backpack and pulling out his invisibility cloak.

            Harry waited until he was out of sight in the corridor to put his cloak on and then followed Malfoy and Snape into an empty classroom. He removed his cloak and went in. Malfoy had given his letter to Professor Snape, who was reading it.

            “What is it? Is it about your mum?” Harry asked Malfoy.

            “Yeah, the Dark Lord noticed she’s gone,” Draco answered.

            “Mr. Potter, why do you always insert yourself into every situation where there is the least bit of trouble? You would get into a lot less of it, if you managed to stay out of it and not go looking for it,” Professor Snape said, looking up from the note.

            “I agreed to help Malfoy with this, to make up for nearly killing him,” Harry protested.

            “There is not much that a child can do,” Snape replied.

            “But what’s happening? Is Voldemort going to come after Draco and his mum? Does he know you were involved?” Harry asked, thinking that Snape’s position as a spy had been compromised.

            “He does not know that I was involved and he cannot reach Lady Malfoy or Mr. Malfoy, at the moment. The best thing for the two of you to do is to go to class and act normal, especially you Mr. Potter. Mr. Malfoy I can excuse, but you I cannot and it will look suspicious if you both show up late to class.”

            “Fine, but can we meet after class to talk about this?” Harry asked Malfoy.

            “Yeah,” Draco replied. He wasn’t sure what there was to talk about with Potter, but he wanted to get rid of him, so he could talk to Professor Snape.

            Harry left and since he still had fifteen minutes to get to class, he went back into the Great Hall and grabbed another piece of toast to eat on the way.

            “Where’d you go? Why’d you run out of here like that?” Ron asked, walking beside him.

            “I’ll tell you later,” Harry replied, taking his usual seat. He would have to think of something to tell Ron and he would have to come up with a place to meet Malfoy. He thought that Draco might back out if they met somewhere too private, but he didn’t want too many people around to overhear.

            Malfoy arrived late, but only five minutes late and he had a note from Snape. Harry tried to pretend like he wasn’t obsessed with Malfoy, but he spent the whole class period thinking about him. He finally decided to go with the library for their meeting. After class he pulled out his coin, tapped it, and the words, “Library now,” appeared on it. He slipped the coin back into his pocket before Ron noticed, but Hermione saw and gave him a look.

            “What’s going on? Are you going to tell us now?” Ron asked, noticing the look between Harry and Hermione.

            “I don’t know yet, but I need to go to the library to find out,” Harry replied.

            “That’s a good idea, because we should get started on our essay for herbology,” Hermione replied and Ron groaned.

            The three of them walked to the library and as they walked, Harry felt the heat of the coin in his pocket. He discretely pulled it out while Ron was looking the other way, just enough to see that it read, “Yes,” and slipped it back into his pocket. The three of them found a table in the back and Harry cast a silencing charm, so that no one could hear him.

            “What’s happening?” Hermione asked.

            “Malfoy is meeting me here to tell me. It’s something to do with Snape rescuing his mum from Voldemort. I saw him get a letter and then he and Snape left in a hurry. I followed them and got that much of it and Malfoy agreed to meet me here,” Harry explained.

            “Well Ron and I should get to work picking out some books, so we don’t look suspicious,” Hermione suggested, getting up from the table.

            Ron grumbled, but followed and Harry ended the silencing charm as he saw Draco enter the library. Draco put his school bag down on a table on the other side of the library. He headed towards Harry, but kept going until he was in the furthest back stack in the library. Harry got up and followed and Draco cast several privacy and silencing spells on them before he spoke.

            “Okay, what do you want?” Draco asked.

            “To know what’s going on and how I can help.”

            “The Dark Lord knows my mother left and is mad, but doesn’t know that we had anything to do with it. In fact, the Dark Lord didn’t even send me that letter, father did. The Dark Lord told him that mother is gone and he wrote me, asking if I knew what was going on or where mother is. He advised me to play my part with the Dark Lord, even though the Dark Lord no longer has mother, because the Dark Lord’s still in control of his freedom and how well he gets treated.”

            “What about Professor Snape? Is Voldemort going to find out he was involved?”

            “Not as far as I know; he told me he covered his tracks.”

            “What did he say we should do?”

            “He said I need to write my father back. I’m to lie and say I don’t know where mother is and that I’m working hard on the Dark Lord’s project. I’m making real progress and hope to have it completed soon,” Draco said, his lips trembling on the last part. He had never lied to father before and it seemed an impossible task to convince his father that he had almost finished a project that he wasn’t even working on and had no hope of completing. The only thing that gave him any hope was that he would only be communicating with father through owl and he wouldn’t have to lie to father’s face.

            “It’s gonna be okay,” Harry said comfortingly, putting his hand on Malfoy’s shoulder. He saw Hermione glance down their isle and was glad that Malfoy had cast the notice-me-not charm, so that she wouldn’t see how close they were getting. “Snape said Voldemort can’t touch you or your mum.”

            “Yeah, I know,” Malfoy replied, putting on a brave face.

            “Can I help you write the letter?”

            “Professor Snape said he’d look over it before I send it.”

            “Yeah, but I could help too. You could bounce ideas off of me,” Harry suggested.

            “Yeah, but not here; there are too many people and your friends are here.”

            “How about after class?”

            “Yeah, but not today. I’ve too much homework tonight,” Draco said.

            “Tomorrow then.”

            “Where?”

            “We could meet in the room of requirement,” Harry suggested, ready to take it back if Draco balked at the idea, but not sure where else they could go. Maybe outside, but it was still cold out.

            “Yeah, okay.”

            Harry wanted to shout in excitement, but he kept his cool and just nodded. “I’ll see you tomorrow at three?”

            “Yeah,” Draco replied, before casting finite on all the concealment and silencing charms and leaving.

            Harry went back to the desk where Ron and Hermione were sorting through books. He cast another silencing charm before speaking. “He got a letter from his dad asking if he knows where his mum is. All he has to do is write back and say no,” Harry revealed.

            “That’s great!” Hermione replied.

            “Yeah mate,” Ron added.

            The three of them set to work on their herbology essay after that. Then they went to lunch and charms. Harry was finally caught up on his homework, so he called the Quidditch team together and moved the Wednesday practice from after dinner to before dinner. Practice went well and he was happy to see how well Ginny was doing whipping the team into shape for the big game. After Quidditch was dinner and then detention, again, with Snape, followed by bed and classes the next day.

            And then classes were over and it was finally time to meet Malfoy in the room of requirement. Harry was so excited that he went straight there after herbology. Malfoy must’ve gotten there first, because a door was already there and waiting for him. He opened it to find a room with one large table, like the ones in the library, and two comfy looking chairs.

            “Hi,” Harry said, walking in and sitting down in the open chair.

            “Hello,” Draco replied. He was nervous about meeting with Potter, but he was also nervous about writing this letter to his father. And he had Greg and Vince in a nearby classroom waiting for his signal, if he needed help with Potter, although he hadn’t told him that he was meeting Potter. He could perform the protean charm himself and had a set of charmed coins that he used to signal his friends. He kept his wand and the coin in his left hand, just in case.

            “So what do you have so far?” Harry asked.

            “Nothing. I don’t know where to start.”

            “Where do you normally start?”

            “Normally I’m not writing to father about my missing mother and our service to the Dark Lord,” Draco retorted, but then calmed down a bit and tried to focus. “Normally I tell him how school’s going and ask how he’s doing.”

            “Good, start with that.”

            Draco wrote a few lines telling his father that he was doing better. He hadn’t written his father in so long that he couldn’t even remember if he had told father how poorly he was doing in his classes this year. If that was the case, he didn’t want father to read the letter and think he was doing better than last year, so he made sure to qualify his optimism with phrases like, “If I keep on improving at this rate, I might just pass all my classes this year.” And while he was at it, he mentioned that he had a new plan for the cabinet that was going well. He didn’t add any detail, knowing that father would know what he was talking about and no one else, including Potter, would.

            “Okay, I’ve written about how I’m doing well,” Draco said, looking up from his parchment.

            “So now you need to write about your mum. It needs to be shocked and worried,” Harry replied.

            It took them ten minutes of talking it through to come up with something to write, but they did. Draco finished this part with, “Please inform me immediately if you find out where mother is. I’ll find a way to leave school to retrieve her.” He thought it sounded convincing and Potter agreed, so then he just added a short question asking, “When do you think you will be home? I need you to help me look for mother,” and then he signed it.

            “There, do you want to read it over?” Draco asked, hoping he was done with the awful thing.

            “Yeah, can I?” Harry asked. It was a private letter to Malfoy’s dad, so he didn’t want to intrude if Draco didn’t want him to read it.

            “Yeah,” Draco replied, handing the parchment over.

            Harry read it and thought it sounded fairly convincing to him. There was a reference to a cabinet that he didn’t understand, but he didn’t want to be nosey, so he didn’t ask. “It’s good,” he said when he finished reading it.

            “Yeah?” Draco asked.

            “Yeah,” Harry replied.

            “Thanks for helping me with it. I would’ve been procrastinating over it all week and I really need to spend that time working on getting caught up on all the work I missed.”

            “Yeah, I’ve loads of homework too,” Harry replied. “And you’re welcome. I want to help you with this kind of stuff. I said I would help you with your mum and I mean it.”

            “You’re not done now that she’s safe?”

            “No, I want to help and I like spending time with you. I was thinking that maybe we could spend more time together,” Harry said trying to sound confident, when he was secretly afraid Malfoy would reject him.

            “You were?” Draco asked. He had to admit that today had gone well, he liked spending time with Potter, and he liked the attention Potter was giving him. The way Potter’s eyes lit up when he looked at him made butterflies flutter pleasantly in his stomach.

            “Look, I want a do-over; a chance to do it right. I want to take you on a date that you can enjoy and not screw it up this time,” Harry said, laying all his cards out on the table. Malfoy could stomp all over his heart, or he could breathe new life into it and all Harry could do was wait for an answer.

            Draco let thick silence fill the air for several minutes while he thought about Potter’s proposal. Could he give Potter a second a chance? Another chance to hurt him, but also another chance to make him feel good? He had trusted Potter today by coming in here alone and Potter had not violated that trust. He was burning bridges with his Slytherin friends by turning his back on the Dark Lord, maybe this was his chance to switch sides and even find love in the process? He didn’t want to be all alone in hiding and he did want to do the courting thing, so that he wouldn’t be alone after the war.

            “What would this date you are proposing entail?” Draco asked, considering the possibilities.

            “Well, we can’t leave the castle and we need to keep it private, so I was thinking dinner in here, in the room of requirement. I know you’re weary of being alone with me, but I promise to keep my hands to myself,” Harry said honestly. Agreeing to being in here alone to write a letter was one thing, but agreeing to go on a date in here alone was another step entirely.

            “And your dick?” Draco asked. This was a deal breaker, because if he saw Potter’s dick again right now he was going to freak and summon Greg and Vince.

            “Yeah, and my cock. It’ll stay in my trousers, I swear. If any penises are involved it will be yours this time,” Harry replied.

            “Huh?” Draco asked, not understanding the last bit. Surely Potter wasn’t asking for Draco to bugger him? Of course that was the way sex between them should work- Draco had the biggest dick and proper etiquette dictated that the one with the biggest dick did the buggering- but that didn’t mean Draco was ready for that sort of thing. That was something that should be saved until marriage. Maybe the one virginity was gone, but that didn’t mean he had to give all his virginities to Potter!

            “I mean, you didn’t get to cum last time and I did. It’s your turn next time we try something…maybe we can trying wanking.” Harry noticed that Malfoy seemed to quail at the mention of sexual activity, so he added, “But we don’t have to do that on this first date. I can wait as long as you want until you’re ready.”

            “And if I’m not ready until my wedding night?” Draco asked with trepidation.

            “Then we’ll wait until our wedding night,” Harry replied hopefully. It sounded to him like Malfoy was agreeing.

            “Okay, when do you want to have this date?” Draco asked.

            “Saturday evening. I’ll arrange to serve my detention with Snape in the morning and have Quidditch practice after lunch, so we could have dinner together and spend some time talking after.” Malfoy nodded, but blushed and ducked his head. “Great!” Harry exclaimed. He wanted to reach out and take Malfoy into a hug, but he also didn’t want to push him.

            Now if only he could make it through the rest of the week and their first real date without ballocksing it up, then he’d be on his way to wanking Malfoy in real life and not just in his dreams.

Author’s Note: Harry and Draco will have their first date next chapter. What do you want to happen? What kind of room of requirement would you make for their first date?
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