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Harry and Draco's Great Adventure	By : blade-of-the-shadows Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5018 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: If I wrote Harry Potter...believe me, you'd know the difference. But I don't so props to Rowling and I DON'T make any cash from this

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"So, like, yeah. Can I, like, get a picture with you guys. Because your, like, totally cool looking and my girl wouldn't, like, believe me if I said I met a demon and elf together with, like, humans and all. So if its cool?" Without waiting for any of their consents, the guy signals one of his friends over and whips put a camera; coming to pose next to Harry, who he was closest to, with an arm around the black-haired mans shoulder.

That's the last thing Draco saw before disaster struck. All Draco did was blink and suddenly Harry was standing, holding that guy by his collar in the air and growling in his face. The air round Harry was sizzling with powerful magic and Draco stared, amazed. His God of Death returned with brutal force.

Draco stood quickly as a feral grin stretched across Harry's face and his arm cocked back into a punch. Realizing what the lack haired man was going to do, Draco ran forward, calling his name. "Harry! Don't!"

He didn't know what he was doing,but suddenly he was in front of the stupid human and grabbing Harry's wrist with both hands, pulling back with all his strength. But, damn was Harry strong. Luckily enough, whatever trance he was under snapped and Harry stared with slightly crazed eyes at Draco.

Draco could still see the fury in Harry's eyes and involuntarily flinched when the larger man unclenched his fist and lowered his arms, releasing the idiot behind him. Horror and pain filled Harry's face and he backed away from Draco. He looked around frantically before turning away and running.

"Harry! No, wait. Harry!" Draco called, going after him. A strong grip stopped him and he turned. The demon chick looked back at him grimly.

"Draco. It's not safe to go after him. He could attack you. He almost killed that guy. How do you know he won't do the same to you."

"Yeah, mate." The annoying Weasel piped up. "Did you see his face? Scary. If looks could kill..."

Raged filled Draco. What do these two idiots know? They have only known Harry a day. He sneered at them. "Oh, what? He snaps once and you two turn against him? Pathetic." He spat the word. "You demon woman, slobbering over him, lust in your eyes. And you, red haired idiot, staring at him in stupid awe all day. What do you two, who have only known him a day, know what he is capable of? I have known him for almost a year and never has he harmed me or put me in harms way purposely. You should be ashamed of your inanity. The two of you are unworthy to even die by his hands, though I doubt he would do so. He is, for some reason, fond of you two."

With a sneer worthy of any royal born Malfoy, Draco turn and ran in the direction he last saw Harry. He ran around almost desperately, accept Malfoys are never desperate so his facial expression was smooth, opposite to the turmoil he felt inside.

What was that all about? Why did Harry suddenly snap like that? He turned into a completely different person. I admit, I was pretty scared that he would hit me. That look in his eyes...did he not recognize me at first? I must locate him immediately. Salazar knows what mess he's probably gotten himself into. What if he's moping about like an idiot? He looked so hurt when I flinched. I shouldn't have...I didn't mean to. That wasn't him...was it? Is-is he keeping something from me? Pain shot through him. Oh, Harry what is so bad that you had to keep it a secret from me?

Draco stopped abruptly as he ran pass an a large gate. An open, large gate. He backtracked and entered, praying that was the way Harry went. A winding path led him to an exquisite, stone castle. Knowing Harry, he turned away when something caught his attention. Bending down, he picked up the inky black strands that curled slightly at the ends. He brought them close to his face and inhaled deeply.

Excitement shot through him. Harry! He stood and ran, the hair strands clasped tightly in his palm. A beautiful lake appeared and beside it, Harry. Some old geezer was next to him, but Draco didn't care about that. He found Harry!

Said man turned quickly towards him startled, and took a few steps backward as Draco called for him. He looked panicked. The geezer laid a hand on his shoulder and spoke to him as Draco made his way down. Whatever he said calmed Harry down and he left as Draco approached. They stared nervously at each other for a moment.

Draco took a step forward, reaching out. Harry skittered back, shaking his head violently. "D-don't! Just stay there, Draco."

Draco stared, shocked and a little hurt that Harry hadn't used the silly moniker. "Harry, listen. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to look at you that way." He stepped forward again and Harry backed away.

"No, I'm sorry." Harry took a deep breath, determination on his face. "I should have told you from the beginning. Listen, sit down. I have a lot to tell you."

Draco swallowed and sat, afraid of what Harry was going to tell him. Said man sat far away from Draco, still in hearing distance. Draco frowned and subtly scooted closer, when Harry looked down to twirl his fingers in the grass.

The raven haired an sighed. "What I'm going to tell you, Draco, is important. So I really, really need you to listen without any questions and without interrupting me." He looked up eyes pleading. "Can you do that?"

Pain shivered through Draco's body and tears prickled in his eyes. He's never seen Harry like this before. What is so bad that he has to ask me for his undivided attention? He nodded.

Harry sagged slightly in relief. "Okay. Now the hard part. Draco-Draco I'm sorry, but I've been lying to you for a long time." Darco's eyes widened but Harry rushed on. "N-not intentionally, but I-I just couldn't tell you. About m-my real self. He ducked his head down. "Th-the me you know its the real me. I-it is apart of me. But it is not the real true me. Oh shit, how do I explain it..."

Draco opened his mouth to speak, but Harry's head shot up and his eyes narrowed so Draco quickly reshut it. Harry sighed. "Sorry, I-I just need to get through this. Draco," his voice hardened. "That person you saw earlier...that's the real me. I'm a cold hearted, blood thirsty monster. If I ever let myself go, I could easily kill everyone and take a bath in their blood with no regret. Hell, I'll probably relish in it. The me you and everyone else knows is a fake. This is not me. The real me wants to ravage your body over and over again." When he looked up, Draco could do nothing but shiver as lust coursed through his body. Pure want and lust shone in Harry's eyes; his pupils dilated so much his iris' were nothing but green rings consumed by black.

"The real me," his voice dropped to a whisper, filled with hunger. "The real me wants to trap you under my body and thrust into you over and over again. Not caring if I hurt you. Not caring if you screamed. Not caring if you didn't want it."

Draco shivered again. But oh did he want. He wanted for a long time. He looked at Harry, eyes heavily lidded and he licked his lips invitingly. Harry stared as his tongued flitted out, enraptured by its movement. He forcefully pulled his eyes away, glaring at Draco.

"No, Draco. I won't. You deserve better than me. You're to innocent. I can't taint you." Harry stood, walking to the edge of the lake, hands on hips. Draco sat back, a pang of hurt going straight to his heart. But, he said nothing. He respected Harry's wishes.

He did stand and make his way over to Harry. He put a hand on the larger man's shoulder, turning him around. Harry turned slowly, eyes guarded. Draco just smiled softly and laid his head on Harry's broad chest, wrapping his arms around a broad back to clutch at his shirt. Harry never said he couldn't touch.

Harry stood statue still until Draco huffed indignantly, squeezing him tightly. Harry responded with a light growl, his long arms coming to embrace Draco carefully, as if he were made of glass. A flash of irritation went through Draco at Harry's careful treatment, looking up and letting it show on his face.

"I am not some silly little woman, Harry. You forget I am the Elfin Prince, warrior to the core. A little violence and blood won't stop me." Harry frowned and tried to speak, but Draco pressed his fingers to Harry's lips. "No. It is now my turn and you will listen. I care about you, Harry. I don't care if there are a million different you's. I will be there for each and every one of them. And every time you snap and want to go on a killing spree, I will be right there, talking you out of it and helping you control your urges. Please, Harry. Don't push me away. Your little temper tantrum was so unbecoming."

Draco removed his fingers, replacing them with his lips and kissing Harry lovingly. When he pulled away, Harry gave him a smile so beautiful and bright, Draco felt something well up inside him. Something warm and happy; it made his heart race and his palms sweaty. Harry picked him up and twirled him around, laughing merrily before setting him down.

Harry ducked his head, nuzzling his face into Draco's neck and drinking in his scent. "You, Draco Malfoy; Prince of Elves, are really something."

"Of course, I am a Malfoy." Draco smirked. That feeling welled up in him again and he sighed in Harry's arms. They stood there, next to the beautifully glimmering lake, for a long time in each other's embrace. Only later, after they long left, would they realize that they were on the estate of the mayor of Hogwarts and Harry would sit, shocked, as he realized the mayor consoled him into talking to Draco. Sneaky old man...
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