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Intangible	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9795 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Eight
Draco didn't say a word to Harry when he finally woke up, dragging himself from bed, collecting his school things and getting ready for class. He ignored him at the door, waiting for Harry to follow but didn't reach his hand out to make sure. He didn't acknowledge him in the Great Hall, not even when Blaise and Pansy made curious glances. It was a full table, and not safe to talk about Potter anyways.
Harry was relieved. He had almost stayed behind in the room, just to not have to look at the boy. To see Malfoy was to want him, every fucking moment. Harry had fought himself so many times while Draco slept, had hidden himself in the bathroom so he wouldn't be constantly faced with his beautiful, sleep filled face and long, pale limbs... hard, tight torso...
He had never wanted anything so badly in his life than to touch Draco Malfoy. How Harry had thought he could sit back and look and just breathe hot air... It was insanity now, to even think he had. To know he had once been mere feet away while the boy had shoved fingers into himself and cried his release with Harry's name on his lips—and he had not taken him—was to know insanity.
Harry had not even known he was going to touch Draco that night. He hadn't planned it. He had thought just to make sure Draco hadn't fallen asleep in the bathroom, the boy looking so very tired. But then he had just been standing there, staring at the shower with his long, nearly nude body shivering in the air, and Harry had remembered the first time he had seen Draco take a shower. It had played out vividly in his mind until Harry was shaking, looking at Draco and needing.
That dangerous feeling had been all around him, slipping hands on Draco's bare back while the boy sighed sleepily. Harry was fairly certain he would need to find somewhere else to stay at night. He had nearly had the boy twice. Twice, he could have been buried deep inside him that very night. Fuck, even a third, when he had heard Draco's very loud cries as he masturbated in the bathroom, Harry forcing himself back into the bedroom to keep from taking what he so readily wanted. He had almost gone back in that third time, knowing if he had, Draco would not have resisted and Harry would not have stopped.
That had been the worst part of it, stealing the last of his damn restraint. Feeling Draco give in had broken something in Harry. His self control had crumbled when Draco had pushed back into his body, trying to open his unstretched hole up to Harry's hard cock, while at the very fucking same time, asking Harry to stop. Harry had wanted to scream, had screamed back in the bedroom when he had finally stopped himself, had finally taken his fucking hands off the gorgeous boy that fucking wanted him, needed him, and still refused him. And after shouting and yelling his unfairness of it all into the ether, he had hidden alone in the bathroom, jerking himself off where he wouldn't have a sleeping Malfoy to look at and think of covering with his hot claiming fluids like some deranged pervert.
Harry had never fucking thought he was a pervert until Draco Malfoy. He had never wanted to dirty someone so thoroughly, until looking at the immaculate prat. Watching Malfoy fight his own very human needs for some sort of lie of breeding and family, made Harry want to do fucking terrible, degenerate things to the boy in response. A part of Harry hoped if he could soil the boy dark and deep enough, it would make Malfoy realize there was just no fucking going back.
After learning about the beast inheritance, Harry could do just that. He could wake Draco's beast up with enough filthy, dirty sex until the boy was nothing more than a panting, begging animal. That animal would never choose a fake marriage over Harry. No, that animal would bend to him whenever he wanted, stay at his heel, under his thumb, riding his cock whenever he demanded it. Fuck, and he would demand it.
A shift had happened in Harry while pacing in the Great Hall. His thoughts grew darker, and his body and energy changed to reflect those needing, possessive thoughts. He felt strong again, even with the bursts of energy warning him he wasn't stable. He felt like he was facing down Voldemort, powerful and fucking unmatched against his enemy. But it wasn't an enemy, it was Draco, and it wasn't fighting but fucking his body was consumed with.
Harry was not certain if he did fuck Draco that the feeling was going to disappear this time.
When Draco got up from the breakfast table to go to class, Harry held back, following far behind. He waited outside the classroom door so he could not see Draco, could not be tempted with his glowing pallor and crystal clear gaze that looked right through him. Because Harry knew he could not stop himself right then. The same way he hadn't been able to stop kissing the boy the other night, even when Draco had tried to snap his fingers off, Harry could not stop now. And Harry wanted far more than kisses this time.

Draco was called to Dumbledore's office after a tasteless lunch. His morning had been a blur of slow, mundane classes and wild, tilting thoughts of sex and Potter, and his farce of a future. Almost as if his state of mind had beckoned her, Narcissa Malfoy was waiting for him, elegant and stiff in Dumbledore's office.
His mother was not alone, Snape, McVicar and Dumbledore standing across from her as if they were facing off in a duel that Draco had interrupted with his presence. With sinking dread, he realized that she must know about Potter. Otherwise why include the men working on the solution? He could be wrong though, and he made sure to not make any movements that might attract Harry to his side. Although he had not spoken with Harry all morning, Draco was certain the boy was still there, even though he could not scent or sense him at the moment.
“Hello mother. Is everything all right?” Draco asked blandly, stepping into the room and watching as all eyes turned to him. His head of house was looking murderous, Dumbledore had lost the twinkle in his eye, and Jaz was showing his teeth, sharp fangs peeking out in quiet threat to the woman before them. Narcissa was still, her face a perfect mask of docility and properness. It was very much her battle mask and Draco braced himself.
“I've arranged for you to come home, Draco,” Narcissa said softly, her hands stiff before her. “I have hired a tutor to help you with the NEWT finals, and catch you up with the rest of your classes. It has all been organized, just in need of you and your things.”
“I see,” Draco said, stepping further into the room and walking up to his mother. In a practiced move, they embraced briefly, Narcissa managing to be hugged without actual contact. It was a skill Draco had never quite learned or wanted for himself. “Mother, may I ask why you feel such drastic measures are needed? I'm only months away from the end of my school term.”
Pulling away, Narcissa glanced at the men behind her. “It has come to my attention that your grades have been slipping. I am concerned, Draco. Your wedding is coming up, and I want you to be focused.”
Rather certain she was lying, Draco decided to unwind it. “Mother, removing me from school would only make things more difficult right now. I have goals here, and connections to forge for my career at the Ministry. Skipping out on my graduation will undermine that, as I'm sure you are aware. I cannot accept leaving early. I can always retake the NEWTs at a later time, if needed.”
Narcissa's eyes flashed, a small crack in her well worn mask. Father being away had made her tired, troubled. Her own short time in prison had not done well for her either. “Draco, I will not allow you to participate in what is happening here.”
“I don't see how you can think to stop me.” Draco stepped around her, joining his teachers on the other side of his mother. “I will do as I please in this.”
“You are jeopardizing everything,” she said louder, turning to face the four of them. “For—for that boy. It will be safer at home, without such distractions. You don't want to be known as the one who saved him.”
Draco raised a brow, shocked his mother would be so outright. “Mother, that is exactly what I want. Nothing has been jeopardized. I will marry Miss Vellamorn in a few weeks time. I will return home from school after graduating. When I join the Ministry to start my apprenticeship, I will be known as the man that helped bring Harry Potter back.”
“Madness, Draco!”
“No, Mother, madness would be to try and stop me. Or would you prefer that I rot in jail with father, you left alone to run a failing household with no male heir, and no political power? You cannot remarry unless he is dead, and who would have you with our name so disgraced?” He squared his shoulders, letting his anger reach his voice to match her flashing eyes. “Voldemort lost. He will never rise again. You picked the losing side and I did not. You will not sway me now, the same as you could not sway me when the Dark Lord still lived.”
Narcissa put a hand to her face, lace handkerchief appearing to dab at dry eyes. Slowly, she gave a small curtsy, assenting to Draco's stance. “My son, I am in need of you and your strong will even more with your father away. Forgive me for assuming you would have need of my counsel when still, you are strong in your beliefs. I have a gift for you, to help keep our name pure as you pursue this endeavor. If you will accept?”
Draco was suspicious, not expecting his mother to cave so readily. It could be because of their audience, Dumbledore being Harry's champion from the beginning. Or mother was even more tired than she had first let on, Azkaban having drained a lot of the fight out of her. He approached her warily, watching as she took out a small box.
“What is it? Jewelry?”
Narcissa nodded, opening it up to reveal a silver ring. “Your father's ring. We did not think you would need it, Draco. You showed no signs of the spoiled blood. This will contain the beast, and keep it from awakening.”
Draco reached for the silver circle, a feathered dragon staring back at him. “Then father has one as well? Still asleep?”
Lowering her head, Narcissa took a moment to speak. “The ring kept him from disgracing his name, as it has for all the Malfoy heirs. He will not be returning from that place. Better now to be a beast than a man among beasts.”
Draco glared, anger rising up at her words. “You have both disgraced us far more than any beast could. I will wear it because that is what I must do. Not because I fear to be known for what I am.”
“I know that well of you. Thank you, my son, for ensuring the name and safety of your family even now.” Narcissa reached her hand forward and Draco kissed it stiffly, seeing his mother refuse to meet his eye.
This would have gone much differently if it had been Potter dead, and Voldemort alive. His father would have come to him to chain his beast, and there would be no question who was the disgrace. It had been a gamble to choose Potter, one not made out of cunning and plotting, but desperate, foolish hope that a life without Voldemort could one day exist. No one, not even Draco, had thought it to ever actually be possible. It did not mean he would not exploit it now.
“It was good to see you, Mother. I expect you before next month, to finalize the rest of the wedding plans.”
“Yes, Draco. Very little is left, and Serene has been enraptured in anticipation. She will be relieved to know you wear the ring.”
Sighing inwardly, Draco slipped the bloody thing on. It had not seemed to hold much magic, but now on his finger he could feel the power of it, stealing his senses away. Suddenly Snape was there, holding his shoulders and keeping him upright.
Narcissa held her hand up soothingly. “It was the same with your father and his. The sensation passes, and then it is as if it never was. I will see you shortly, Draco. I hope to see an improvement in your focus.”
Draco ignored her departure, scowling as the world continued to spin around him. He tore the ring from his finger, throwing it to the ground. “Pureblood nonsense,” he muttered angrily, turning unsteadily to his silent companions. “She knew everything, not just the blood inheritance. How has Potter's condition gotten out?”
Dumbledore stepped to his desk, summoning tea and chairs, the closest one Draco dizzily sinking into. “I have to assume it was a breach on the floo network. It was the only transport of questionable information, and we have been having problems with it lately. It makes the most sense. That your mother has connections to whoever is spying is concerning.”
“Oh, you think?” Scowling still, Draco took the offered tea, nearly scalding himself as he drank it down. Jaz was holding the ring he had thrown, studying it carefully. “I will eventually need that, but if you wish to look it over you may.”
“I would. This has been crafted specifically for your family's beast inheritance. This, with your blood, could pinpoint exactly what we need.”
Draco shook his head wearily. Of course it could. Of course his mother would give him a chain to bind his power with, instead of using it as a gift to save.
“Mr. Malfoy, I would ask that you reconsider this plan of yours,” Severus drawled cautiously, pulling Draco from his thoughts.
“Plan?”
“The wedding. There is some truth to what your mother has said. You have lacked focus. Your grades are failing, as is your health. Postponing until after school has ended would be more than understanding, given the situation.”
Draco waved his hand dismissively. “It's a ceremony, that's all. A day away, and then back to school. I haven't had to lift a finger, never mind spare it a thought.”
“Yes, but a day away while you hold the key to Mr. Potter's safe return could be far more insidious than first thought. If you are kidnapped, or ensnared to hurt Mr. Potter while outside the safety of the school's wards, there can be little to stop it.”
Draco paused, placing his empty tea cup and saucer down onto Dumbledore's desk, and rising. “I'll consider it. Hopefully he'll be back before then, and it won't be an issue.”
“Mr. Malfoy, before you go I would like to experiment with the ring, if you would be so willing?” Draco pursed his lips, staring warily at the ring in Jaz's hand and eventually nodding.
“I will need Mr. Potter's insight,” Jaz said, turning to his right and at the corner of the office. “I want to see how it effects the beast on the dimension it dwells on.”
Nostrils flaring warningly, Draco took the quill handed to him. He was in a fighting mood since facing his mother down, and was not sure how being close to Potter was going to effect that, especially after last night's heated encounter, and now Harry hearing that his wedding was so soon. Draco sat back down in his chair, hand poised over the parchment Dumbledore had unfurled.
Harry did not approach him, or if he did, not close enough for Draco to sense. Draco kept his gaze lowered, not willing to actually call Harry over in invitation.
“Mr. Potter, I just need to know what you saw when he placed the ring on, that is all.” Looking now somewhere in the center of the room, Jaz exchanged glances with Severus and Dumbledore.
“Harry, are you feeling well?” Dumbledore asked, concern clear in his expression.
Draco felt him then, hovering at the edge of his awareness, hot energy curling towards him. Harry's scent next... different... heady and dark, full of lust and power and still, very much Harry. Dizzy... so hot and dizzy...
Draco shot up, turning to sit on Dumbledore's desk to give himself space. “The ring. Now,” he gasped, waiting for Jaz to throw it to him. Draco placed it on immediately, the world spinning again. It was a relief, even as nausea threatened from the rocking tilting of it all.
“What has happened?” Dumbledore asked, steadying Draco from behind.
Draco could not answer immediately, trying to gain his bearings. “I think... No, I'm certain. He's transformed.”
There was a collective, sharp intake of breath in the room at the realization that Harry was not only intangible, but also no longer purely human. Jaz finally broke the silence. “His awakening has not repaired the problem. That theory is out. Mr. Potter, I would ask that you give Mr. Malfoy and I some space to study the ring without fear of triggering a similar state in Mr. Malfoy. Can you agree to that?”
Again, Draco felt Harry hovering at his edge of awareness. Hesitantly, Draco reached his hand out, Harry's fingertips brushing his. The spark of contact was intense, Draco's eyes widening from the feel of power and heat. And, heaven help him, he reacted to it, a shiver starting in the pit of his stomach to travel simultaneously to his head and toes, filling him with heat and addling him even more.
“This... is going to be a problem...” Draco whispered, pulling his hand away to stare at it unseeingly. Forcing himself back to reality, he grabbed the quill, turning again so that Harry could write out a response even though a part of him warned how dangerous it was to turn his back to Harry in that moment, the scent so hot around him. Harry did not touch his back, body heat extremely close, but not touching. Strong fingers wrapped around Draco's hand, causing him to gasp, and with quick, jerking movements, Harry wrote.
I will stay outside the room, all rooms, from now on.
“Potter, is your magic working again?” Draco asked, trying to ignore the confusing disappointment in his stomach knowing that Harry would no longer be lurking in his room, watching him.
Yes. It has changed... I am relearning it.
“I can feel it now,” Draco murmured, the energy so enticing and powerful around Harry. “I can feel how you destroyed Voldemort.” Harry's free hand suddenly pressed to the back of Draco's neck, wrapping long fingers and gripping firmly. Then breath, puffing over his cheek, drew Draco's eyes. This time when he felt Harry's stare, it was as if a predator was looking back, green eyes drinking him in, waiting for him to slip and signal the end of the hunt.
“Shit...” Draco closed his eyes, but it did no good, somehow making the unsettling feeling grow by being in the vulnerable darkness behind his eyelids.
Are there anymore questions? Harry wrote, Draco feeling the tremor in the hand holding his.
“Quickly,” Draco rasped, when Jaz hummed thoughtfully over Harry's magic returning.
“Just how the ring has effected Mr. Malfoy's creature on its plane, for now. To make sure its not harming him.”
I will look.
Harry pulled away, and Draco slumped, siting in the seat again with a heavy sigh. It was a long time before Harry returned, and Draco had to wonder if it was because he had seen something terrible, or because he could not bear to be so close to Draco, the same way he was having difficulty being so close to Harry. At his approach, Draco poised the quill again, and Harry was swift to grab his hand, pushing forward and pressing his wide shoulders to Draco's back, head hovering at the crook of his sensitive neck while Harry shakily breathed fire over him.
Draco did not bother to look at the words scratching out messily, very much fixated on every hot spot where his body touched Harry's. He liked Harry's new scent, a lot. He liked the way Harry's energy was licking at him, trembling over his skin in hot caresses. He very much liked the way Harry kept shaking, as if at any moment he would lose it, his self control breaking, and he would just have to take him. Draco had not known what it was like to be wanted like that, but as Harry's hand stopped its writing and started moving up Draco's arm, palms contouring to his form, fingers dragging heavily up to his forearm, bicep, shoulder, and then to land again on the back of his neck, Draco found he was really enjoying it.
Harry continued to hover, pushing his body away from Draco's, but letting his hand stay, fingers kneading into his neck while he read.
The ring has changed his color. The glow is weaker, as if his magic in that form has been bound and has no outlet. He does not look ill, no wounds or physical deformities. Just quieter. He is still solid to me, and he seems to sense me just as well. Whatever the ring does, it is happening on the other dimensions, keeping his glow from reaching through the other planes.
“You're right,” Jaz said suddenly, blinking at Draco. “It has cut his glow from my eyes. Interesting... I would like to test the ring right away.”
“I, uh, have class still,” Draco pointed out, Harry's hand having slipped down, kneading at his shoulders and breaking up the tension there to replace with fiery, new tension of a different kind.
“Would you permit me to borrow it until this evening, when I can then return it?”
Draco bit his lip, glancing in Harry's direction. In understanding, the boy pulled away, his presence again gone from Draco's senses. “Alright. For now.” Draco pulled the ring from his finger, blinking as the world roared back into focus. It had not seemed different once getting used to the dizziness, but now without the ring, everything was somehow a bit brighter, color more vibrant, smells and sensations more intense.
Harry had spent the entire morning not touching him. Draco was fairly certain he could go the rest of the day with more of the same.
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