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Second Mission	By : KitBaiu Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6740 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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This chapter has been betaed by QuixoticContradiction and PrettyPinkDepression, to whom I am eternally thankful. ^.^

Harry sat with his arms crossed, teeth grinding and eyes scowling at nothing. He waited until the last echoes of Malfoy's footsteps were gone before he'd make an attempt at leaving. He didn't want to bump into Malfoy or even see the back of his blond head.

Stepping toward the door, Harry felt a small crunch under his shoe. He looked down at the small red parcel that Malfoy threw to him. He considered just leaving the present, but ended up placing it in his robes' pocket.

He stepped through the portrait hole. All the younger students had gone to bed. By the fireplace, Harry could see Dean, Seamus, Ron and Hermione with an empty tankard, probably once filled with butterbeer, and passing around a bottle of firewhiskey. Hermione sat on Ron's lap.

The boys appeared too intoxicated to remember their hunt for Harry and Malfoy. Hermione, on the other hand, was quite alert to Harry's sudden appearance.

She excused herself from Ron and ran over to Harry. "Why are you back already? What's wrong?" She whispered.

Harry sighed and shook his head, walking toward the dormitories. He just wanted to go to sleep and forget the night. Venting to Hermione could wait.

Hermione stopped at the bottom of the dormitory stairs and sighed, "Would you rather talk in the morning?"

Harry nodded and silently skulked to his dormitory. Neville was already in there and asleep.

Heaving a sigh, Harry loosely flopped onto his four poster. He curled his hands under the back of his head and stared blankly at the overhead hangings. Why wouldn't Malfoy show some respect for Hermione? It was just so frustrating. The last time they had met, Malfoy seemed like he was lightening up with his proud arrogance. But, tonight Harry felt he was a fool to think Malfoy ever could.

The entire night was wasted. His and Malfoy's encounter fell to pieces. He didn't get to see if the Slytherin had a Dark Mark or not. And tomorrow, Ron, Seamus and Dean were going to be harassing him when they returned to their sober states of mind.

He was so impatient to be with the Slytherin, he'd completely blown off Ron. If he had thought the scenario through, rather than impulsively reacting, it wouldn't have ended so badly. Sure, he may have not been able to have alone time with Malfoy that night. But, at least there wouldn't be all this awkward tension that would soon come with the blond and the other Gryffindors.

Malfoy was right. He was an idiot. Hermione was also right. He was being desperate and insensible. Harry clutched the pillow and pulled it around over his face. He let out a muffled growl of frustration.

He knew he had bad luck with girls, but boys too? Did he just have this horrible karma with things and people that made him happy? Would he ever be allowed to be close to someone without them being taken away for whatever reason?

Pulling the pillow back under his head, Harry decided that he should get some sleep. Some rest might clear his head enough to sort the issues with everyone tomorrow.

Sitting up, the raven-haired boy roughly pulled off his robes and carelessly tossed them toward the trunk. The small red parcel fell out of the pocket of his robes and onto the floor. Harry leaned over the bed and scooped up the present.

He was thinking he just should have left it, but was glad he didn't when he saw the card attached:

To Harry

From Draco

How bad that would've been if Snape had discovered it.

It was strange reading the little card. Malfoy had hand written it. Though, he still verbally referred to him as 'Potter'; it was odd to see that in writing, he referred to him as 'Harry'.

Harry considered just throwing it away. He held the parcel to his face. It still smelled like Malfoy. Harry bit his bottom lip; the scent aroused him, as much as he didn't want to admit it.

Curiosity engulfed him. He pulled off the gold ribbon and opened the parcel. The part of the parcel that was crumpled from when Harry had stepped on it did not affect its contents. It was an ID bracelet. Although silver in color, knowing the Malfoys, it was probably goblin-made of some rare precious metal. Harry Potter was engraved on the plate.

Despite his anger at Malfoy for disrespecting Hermione, Harry now felt overcome with guilt. Perhaps, had he just talked reasonably with Malfoy instead of blowing up at him, they could have worked out their differences.

Harry unclasped the bracelet, put it on his left wrist and closed it. Getting up from his bed, he changed into his pajamas and set his glasses on his side table. When he lifted the covers to lay back down, he realized he left the empty parcel on the bed.

Grabbing the parcel to throw it away, he immediately changed his mind and decided to keep it. Lifting the blankets over himself, Harry rested his head on his pillow. Holding the parcel close to his facing, the Gryffindor inhaled through his nose. Malfoy's delicate scent allowed him to comfortably fall asleep.

The next morning Harry found himself at the Gryffindor table for breakfast. Ron, Dean and Seamus would look over at him curiously, then whisper amongst themselves.

He decided he didn't want to deal with this all day. If he confronted them, but played oblivious, then maybe he could stop them now.

"Is there a reason you're all staring at me and whispering?" he asked.

The silence within the group was highly uncomfortable. Ron finally broke it, "I think you know why, Harry."

"No." Harry lied.

"You were in the Defense Against the Dark Arts room last night with Malfoy." Dean crossed his arms.

"What?" Harry laughed.

"You stayed with Malfoy in the Prefects' Bathroom." Ron said, "Then, we heard Hermione talking to you two in Snape's classroom."

"Ron, after you left, I tried to follow you." Harry came up with an excuse off the top of his head, "But, you were already out of sight. So, I walked around until I was sure Malfoy was done using the bathroom. I never went to Snape's classroom."

"Well," Ron had to think hard for a rebuttal. He appeared to be lost at Harry's explanation, "why did you stand up for Malfoy? Why didn't you stand up for me?"

"I wasn't standing up for Malfoy. I was suggesting we leave-"

"You suggested that I leave!" Ron interrupted.

"I'm sorry it came off that way, okay?!" Harry defensively retorted, "I knew if I started an argument with Malfoy, it would turn into a big duel. I wasn't in the mood. I have enough to worry about with, you know. . ." he inclined his head toward Ron.

Ron sat silent and nodded in comprehension, "Yeah, I just thought. . ." he laughed, "It seems kind of stupid now that I think about it. I guess we did drink too much firewhiskey last night, right mates?" He nudged an elbow toward Dean and Seamus.

They appeared to have bought Harry's story as well, because soon the Gryffindors were all laughing. Yet, despite the fact they believed him, Harry didn't feel relieved. On the contrary, the raven-haired boy's stomach felt as though it were twisted into a tight knot. Ron was his best friend; Dean and Seamus were still very good friends. And here Harry sat blatantly lying to them.

Despite, the promise he had made to himself that morning, Harry still found his eyes idly drifting toward the Slytherin table. He could see the back of Malfoy's blond head. He had joined in the animated discussion between Zabini, Crabbe and Goyle. Pansy Parkinson sat next to Zabini, shooting Malfoy loathsome glances. Harry couldn't help but feel happy at that sight.

"So, what happened last night?" Hermione asked. She and Harry were at the perimeter of the Black Lake. Hermione laid on her stomach, working on a piece of parchment.

"Right after you left, Malfoy said that he guessed you weren't so bad." Harry stood at the edge of the lake. He tossed a chunk of bread into the water and watched a tentacle, from the giant squid, emerge from the water and grab it.

"That's good, right?" Hermione looked up with a smile.

"Then he said, 'For a Mudblood'. So, I told him I hated him." Harry tossed another chunk of bread to the lake.

"Oh, my." Hermione sighed. She shook her head, but she still had the smile on her face.

"What?" He threw the last chunk of bread and turned toward Hermione.

"You rounded on Malfoy last night, on my behalf?" She asked.

"Yes." He walked over to her, "You act like that's a bad thing."

"Well, it kind of is. Saying you hate someone, that's pretty harsh."

"What?!" Harry sat down in front of her, "Why are you defending him? He called you Mudblood! How was I in the wrong?"

"Okay, I'm not saying you're wrong, Harry." Hermione set down her parchment and looked at him. Her eyes were empathetic, "It was very noble of you to stand up for me. Don't get me wrong, I really do appreciate that you did. You're a really good friend. Just, do you remember what I said about Malfoy? Don't expect too much too soon."

"How hard is it to not say that word?"

"With his upbringing, probably pretty difficult. At least he made an effort."

"Effort?!" Harry snapped, indignantly, "I can't believe what I'm hearing!"

"Look, you said that he said that he guessed I wasn't so bad, right?" Hermione asked.

"Yes."

"Don't you see? For Malfoy, that's a pretty big breakthrough." Hermione explained.

"I guess so." Harry sighed.

"You know so, Harry. You did the right thing, standing up for me. But, maybe you should have been more patient with him."

Harry simply sighed again, pulling out his wand and idly shooting green sparks. Hermione resumed her work on her parchment. They sat silently for a few moments before Hermione asked, "I don't suppose you had an opportunity to see Malfoy's forearm, did you?"

Harry shook his head and took an interest in plucking blades of grass.

"Harry." Hermione whined in disappointment.

"Look, Hermione." Harry's tone was filled with frustration, "I was about ready to, but then you interrupted."

"No offense, Harry." Hermione's eyebrows were raised in the center, "But, when I interrupted, it looked like you were doing no such thing."

Harry's lips curled into a thin line and his face flushed red before he elaborated, "Believe it or not, I actually was. I was trying to be inconspicuous. If I just ran up to him and ripped up his sleeve, I would've looked like a prat if nothing was there."

"Well, maybe instead of checking his forearm, you can ask him questions. Try to see if he'll unknowingly admit to something."

Harry shrugged.

"When do you think you'll see him again?"

"When he apologizes!" Harry aggressively ripped out large chunks of grass.

"Oh, Harry. . ." Hermione sighed quietly under her breath.

Harry and Hermione were good enough friends that they could sit in each others company without feeling uncomfortable with the silence. The events of the previous night replayed in Harry's mind. He chuckled, suddenly remembering the bizarre statement Peeves made.

"Hermione, what did you do to Peeves?"

Hermione mischievously grinned, "Well, as we know, Peeves likes to shout rumors all about the school and, in some cases, sing them."

"Yeah. . ."

"So, I did a Verbal Secret Reversal Charm."

"A what?" Harry lifted a curious eyebrow.

"A Verbal Secret Reversal Charm." She repeated, "It's very old and advanced magic. I've never done it before, so I wasn't sure it would work. Basically, every time he tries to announce you and Malfoy's secret, he'll reveal something deeply secret about himself. As you saw last night. . ."

"Brilliant!" Harry laughed and fell back lazily into the grass.

Rather than wallow in self-pity, Harry took Ron up on his offer to nick food from the kitchens for the evening.

The two returned to the common room with their arms full of sweets. Hermione looked scandalized at the sight. She rounded on Ron, rather than Harry. He went and sat with Dean, Ginny, Seamus and Neville, hearing Hermione scream about house-elves and slave labor to Ron. Hermione ended up storming off to her dormitory.

The group passed mugs of butterbeer, brandy, firewhiskey and sweets. They reminisced about past experiences and laughed at the Slytherins' expense.

Ron continually brought up the incident that Malfoy was transfigured into a ferret during their fourth year. The group laughed hysterically at Ron's impersonation of Mad-Eye Moody (or rather, Barty Crouch Jr. disguised as Mad-Eye Moody). Harry would force a laugh, too. But, every time Malfoy's name was dropped, he would feel an uncomfortable twinge in his abdomen.

As the evening grew later, Ginny eventually went to bed. She waited until Ron was distracted to kiss Dean good-night. That was when the topic of girls was brought to the conversation. Dean mostly listened, rather than comment about Ginny, in fear of Ron's brotherly wrath.

"Who do you fancy, Neville?" Seamus poked him.

"Er-" Neville's face flushed pink.

"C'mon, mate." Ron socked him on the arm, playfully.

"Luna Lovegood." Neville hid his face.

"Looney Lovegood?" Ron chuckled.

"I dunno. Once you get past the awkwardness, she's pretty cool." Seamus chimed in.

"What about you, Harry?" Dean asked.

"I don't know." Harry sighed. The correct answer would be "Draco Malfoy", but he wasn't about to announce that.

"Who's that girl you dated last year?" Neville asked.

"You mean Cho?" Harry asked, crinkling his nose.

"She was a cutie!" Seamus chimed in.

"And completely mental!" Ron chortled.

"Not to mention her friend sold us out. Dumbledore's Army, I mean. Oh! And she cried when she kissed me." Harry finished.

The group all huddled over because they were laughing so hard. Even Harry had to join in the laughs at that one.

Trying to avoid glancing at Malfoy throughout the school days was harder than ever. Harry was so unsure where he and Malfoy were going from here. He wasn't sure if he should try to approach him or not.

No matter how hard he tried to convince himself that Malfoy was wrong and that he was mad at him, he'd still find himself glancing at the bracelet Malfoy gave him longingly. At night, he'd pull out the parcel the gift came in and snuggle next to it. His desire would grow with each passing night as Malfoy's delicate scent would gradually fade from the package.

But, Harry was stubborn. He understood Hermione's point just fine. But, it didn't negate the fact that he felt Malfoy had disrespected him. He guessed with how proud the blond was, he too would be just as stubborn. Whether they'd reconcile and continue their relationship or not was unclear.

Hermione did everything in her power to comfort Harry. He always appreciated that she was a reliable friend when he needed someone to talk to, but grew irritated that she insisted that Harry should try to approach him. He didn't understand; Harry thought she, of all people, should be equally as angry at Malfoy for his derogatory comments. Eventually, as their discussions made no progress, Hermione stopped trying to press the issue.

Days pressed on to weeks. They were almost at the end of April and neither boy made the slightest attempt to talk with one another. Malfoy didn't so much as aggressively bump into Harry. How the Gryffindor longed for such negative attention.

As the time elapsed, he found himself sinking lower into the sinkhole of emotions. His hope that the Slytherin would try to make amends had completely diminished. Oftentimes, when Harry found himself depressed over Malfoy, he'd open the Marauder's Map. It was pointless. Even if he did spot Draco Malfoy's name on the map, he wasn't about ready to go looking for him.

His emotions were raging war against one another. He'd see Malfoy in the corridors or in the Great Hall and his chest would swell with desire. He'd think that maybe he was too harsh and should apologize. Then, the way the Slytherin appeared to go about his business as if nothing had ever happened between them would anger Harry. He felt considerably uncomfortable since their argument whenever he was in his presence. The fact the blond seemed to not care one way or the other was bothersome. Harry would bite his tongue spitefully, swearing to himself he didn't want to see him again unless he apologized.

It didn't matter whether they were in lessons, practicing Quidditch or just eating in the Great Hall. Every little thing would remind Harry of Malfoy.

Harry found himself in his normal routine of working on homework in the common room with Hermione and Ron one warm Thursday evening. His green eyes were intently concentrating on A History of Magic.

. . .which made him infamous. Lecretio was often described as having cold grey eyes. . .

Harry groaned. He threw his head on his book and let his arms lay limply sprawled. Even his History of Magic homework was reminding him of Malfoy.

"Where'd you get that bracelet, Harry?" Ron asked.

Harry jerked his head up, looking at Ron curiously. It suddenly dawned on him that he was talking about the bracelet Malfoy gave him. He had been so vigilant as to keep it hidden, but his sudden moment of exasperation was his sudden moment of weakness.

"Oh," Harry's head spun with a wheel of excuses, "when I got the stuff from Sirius' will, this was included."

"But, it has your name on it." Ron lifted a curious eyebrow.

"Yeah, er-" Harry scratched his head, "I think he was going to give it to me as a birthday gift or something."

"Oh." Ron looked like he felt guilty. Hermione glanced up from her book.

But, Hermione remained silent throughout the evening. It wasn't until Ron went to bed that she approached Harry, "You didn't get that from Sirius' will, did you?"

"Is it that obvious?" Harry answered, his eyes scanning over his parchment.

"Yes, you hesitated when you answered." She quickly pointed out.

"Maybe it's because I'm still upset about Sirius." Harry's eyes continued to casually review his homework.

"I'm sure that's what Ron thought. I just had a lucky guess, then." She continued, "And I'll have another by guessing you got that bracelet from Malfoy."

"Yep." Harry sighed.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Hermione sounded slightly offended.

"Because I knew we'd end up having a long discussion like this. I'm not going to go find him, so don't even bother suggesting that again."

She sighed, "Why?"

"Because I don't want to!" Harry rounded on her, "It's been over a month. Our relationship is over."

"You're just torturing yourself. You still care about him."

"No, I don't!" Harry snarled.

Hermione's gaze hit the ceiling. She shook her head and chuckled, "Then, why are you wearing that bracelet?"

Harry bit his bottom lip, and his cheeks flushed. He had no excuse.

"Well, I'm going to bed." Hermione started putting away her books and parchment, "That means, there's no Prefects to notice if a student were to leave the common room."

Hermione grabbed her bag. With a triumphant grin across her face, she exited to her dormitory.

Harry sighed and stared at the portrait hole. It was looking mighty tempting. He pulled out the Marauder's Map.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."

There was no sign of Malfoy anywhere. Harry groaned in disappointment. It didn't matter if he wanted to see the Slytherin or not. If the blond wasn't out in the corridors, he couldn't meet him.

Feeling forlorn, Harry muttered, "Mischief managed." But, his heart suddenly skipped a beat. The night he and Malfoy escaped Filch ran through his mind. Gryffindor's hadn't changed since then, perhaps Slytherin's hadn't, either.

A/N: Thank you everyone for the reviews! ^.^ I wanted to note that some people have asked questions about the story that I haven't answered. The package question was obviously answered in this chapter. lol But, with the question about the Mirror of Erised, I'm not ignoring you. I just don't want to give it away. ^.^;; So, I'll let you know now that it will be answered. :)
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