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When Two Are One	By : rachxoxo Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5197 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-**UPDATE**
- 12-Eleven
- 13-Twelve
- 14-Thirteen
- 15-Fourteen
- 7
- 8
- 9
Flaxen hair spread artfully over the scarlet pillow opposite him. Ashen lashes hiding the sun from the eyes beneath. Nearly pure white skin with no hints of damage or blemishes. Plump pink lips parting ever so slightly as to allow more air to fill lungs. There was no mistaking it. Draco Malfoy was fucking gorgeous.

He wasn�t sure how long he�d been up watching the other man sleep, but Harry knew that one thing. He wanted nothing more than to pull his fingers through the platinum strands, to kiss every inch of perfect skin presenting itself to him, to give those lips something more than air to pull through them. He didn�t though. He laid idly by, propped up on his elbow, watching Draco sleep while birds chirped merrily outside the window.

Draco stirred slightly and his eyes slowly opened, acclimating to the outpour of sunlight. His steely grey irises scanned the room before he turned to rest his sights on Harry.

�What time is it?� he asked, sleep heavy in his voice.

�Around noon.�

�Wake me up at three� Draco said, clamping his eyes shut. His mouth sagged open and he feigned a snore.

Harry smiled. �You slept well, I take it?�

Draco opened his eyes. �Heavenly. I�m thinking that I might do good to share a bed with you more often.�

�Really?� Harry mused, cocking an eyebrow.

�Yes. People will talk about it, of course.�

�People are always talking, but do they ever say anything worthwhile?� Harry said.

�They�ll call you a nancy boy.�

�I�ve been called much worse by you.� Harry said, giving Draco�s arm a poke before he threw the covers off of himself.

�Where are you going?� Draco asked as Harry stretched at the foot of the bed.

�I�m going to take a shower. Shave. Brush my teeth possibly. That alright with you?�

�Try not to use up all the hot water. And if you�re going to wank, make sure you disinfect the tub.� Draco said, covering his face with his pillow.

Harry shook his head (he seemed to be doing a lot of that lately) and made his way down the hall to the bathroom.

Draco laid in the bed for fifteen minutes, watching the clouds on the ceiling change shapes. After the thirtieth Dementor stared menacingly back at him, he decided to find out just what the hell was taking Harry so long. He pressed an ear to each of the doors along the hallway in search of any telltale sign that a bathroom resided behind it. The fifth door on the left was ajar and Draco could see Harry�s bare back. He knocked.

�Worried about me?� Harry asked, swiping at his throat with the razor.

�Not really. I got bored,� Draco said, walking closer. �If you keep shaving like that, you�re going to sever your jugular. Give the razor here�

Harry turned around in place and handed Draco the razor. �I think it�s too dull or something.�

�Or the person using it is� Draco joked, cleaning the blade.

He motioned for Harry to lift his chin. �You have to use slow, even strokes.�

Harry wasn�t sure if it was the proximity of Draco�s groin to his (albeit through the layers of fabric separating them), Draco�s scent, or the sound of his voice, but he felt a flush rising all over his body. The fabric of Draco�s shirt tickled his chest as the blond passed the razor over his face.

�There�s nothing wrong with this razor, you just need to learn some patience.�

I�m going to have to because if you don�t stop rubbing your crotch against mine, I�m going to have to throw you against the wall and fuck you where you stand.

Draco smirked behind Harry�s back as he cleaned the razor again. He wanted nothing more at that moment than for Harry to grab him with those strong hands and take his lips into a bruising kiss. He could settle, though for the stimulation he was receiving from Harry�s groin being pressed so close to his own.

�Your cologne is quite intoxicating, I must say.� Draco admitted, taking a damp cloth to the remaining shaving cream on Harry�s face.

�I can�t even remember the name of it. Ginny picked it up for me for Christmas last year.�

Draco cringed at the mention of Ginny�s name. �Aftershave?�

�Hmm? Oh, its moisturizer actually� Harry said, turning around to open the medicine cabinet. �Hey, you don�t have to do this for me, you know.�

�I want to.� Draco said, warming the lotion in his hands.

With circular movements, Draco smoothed the moisturizer into Harry�s skin.

�You�re not used to having someone take care of you, are you?�

�Not like this. It�s quite nice. Your hands are really soft.� Harry said.

You should feel the rest of me.

Working the last bit of moisturizer into Harry�s face, Draco pulled his hands off. �There. That should keep you for a day or two.�

Harry turned around to the mirror. �I don�t think I�ve ever had a shave this close that didn�t result in blood being drawn. Thank you, Draco.� Harry smiled appreciatively.

�You�re welcome. Now if you�ll excuse me,� Draco said, peeling off his shirt. �I�d like to take a shower now.�

Harry�s eyes followed him as he turned on the taps. �Need any help shaving?�

Draco laughed. �Where my razor goes, your eyes would fear to tread.�

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Harry was busying himself with the task of making lunch when Draco padded down the stairs. He was wearing a dark gray pair of jeans and a plain black tee.

�Kreacher has the day off, so I apologize in advance for whatever side effects you might accrue from these sandwiches.�

�They�re not bad, Harry� Draco said, helping himself to three more.

�Thanks.�

Moments of silent eating ensued. �I was wondering if I could ask a favor of you.�

Harry nodded, sipping at his pumpkin juice.

Draco poked at a sandwich with his finger. �I was wondering if you could teach me how to conjure a Patronus. I know that the Dementors have been cast away and we are no where near Lethifolds for them to harm, but I would just feel better knowing it.�

�Okay. But we�re going to need to get our hands on a boggart.�

�There�s one upstairs in my suitcase. Borrowed it from Mother.�

�You just have them lying around the manor?� Harry laughed.

�No,� Draco said, dryly. �Daisy found one in Father�s wardrobe while she was cleaning the other day.�

�Well, make sure you eat up. You�re in for a draining lesson.�

Two more servings of food later and Draco was ready to face the boggart. Harry had stowed it away in an old trunk, much like Lupin had done for him five years previous.

�To cast an effective Patronus, you have to delve back into your memory and extract the happiest one you can remember. You must permit it to overwhelm your senses, to fill you up with it�s being. Once you have achieved that, point your wand at the Dementor�boggart and say Expecto Patronum. I�ll demonstrate.�

Harry unleashed the boggart from it�s hiding place. He had bewitched it to automatically take the shape of a Dementor. As it glided over the air in front of him, Harry swallowed hard, remembering the feeling the creature induced. Shaking that from his mind, he found his favorite memory.

�Expecto Patronum!� he shouted.

The stag burst forth from his wand and reared it�s antlers at the boggart-Dementor. The boggart-Dementor cowered from the silver creature and Harry safely banished it back to the trunk.

�That was brilliant, Harry� Draco said, his mouth agape.

�Your turn now� Harry said, getting behind the blond.

�Remember, let your memory fill you. If you falter, don�t worry, I�m here. I�ll count to three,� Harry said into Draco�s ear. �1...2...3...�

The boggart-Dementor rose from the trunk and immediately sought Draco. It�s scabby hands reached for him and he could hear the rattling breath. The sucking sound was next and Draco�s hand clasped around his wand more firmly.

�Got your memory?� Harry whispered.

Draco nodded.

�Expecto Patronum� Harry coached.

�Expect�Expecto Patronum!�

A large silver cobra slithered from the tip of Draco�s wand, its hood open completely. It hissed and struck repeatedly at the Dementor, driving the dark figure to the confines of it�s home.

�I did it,� Draco said, not believing what he�d just done. �I actually did it.�

Harry had already jerked him around and into a crushing hug while he muttered �I actually did it� a few more times for good measure.

�I knew you would.� Harry said, his hands clinging to the fabric of Draco�s shirt.

�I couldn�t have done it without you� Draco said, relieving himself of Harry�s grasp.

Harry�s hands found themselves in the same position they had a day before, placed on each of Draco�s cheeks. Slowly Draco�s body teetered closer to his. Warm breath ghosted over his chin through parted lips.

�Thank you� Draco breathed, closing the gap of their mouths.

Before either could react or deepen the kiss, the doorbell rang.

�Are you fucking serious?� Draco said, his subconscious picking this moment to vocalize.

Harry chuckled and patted Draco�s shoulders. �I have to get that.�

�Whatever.� Draco said, waving him away.

He fell into an armchair, his arms crossed over his chest, pouty look on his face.

�Something always has to meddle, doesn�t it? Couldn�t just let me ravage his mouth with my tongue, could it? No!� he whined aloud.

He was so lost in his own misery that the shouting resounding over the downstairs hallway failed to reach him for a few minutes.

�How dare you say something like that to her, you fucking git!� Ron shouted, his fists barely contained in Hermione�s hands.

�What are you talking about?� Harry said, backing away from the flailing red head.

�You called Hermione a fucking whore and told her to get the fuck out of your house.�

�I didn�t call her a whore!�

�I�m sorry, Harry, I�m afraid I embellished a bit.� Hermione said, forcing her eyes to look as apologetic as possible.

�Nice to know now� Harry said, dodging a punch.

�What the fuck is your obsession with Draco fucking Malfoy anyways? He paying you to walk around and pretend to be his friend?�

Harry raised his arm to punch Ron in the face but his motion was met with resistance.

�As much as I would like to see the two of you fighting over me,� Draco said, walking slowly down the stairs, his wand pointed between them. �Which I would, see, Ron, you make the most adorable face when you�re frustrated,� he drawled, reaching the bottom of the stairs. �It does no good for best friends to resort to fisticuffs. You can release him, Hermione�

Hermione blinked a few times before dropping Ron�s fists.

�Who knew the ferret could do such effective magic? Spent most of your time dodging hexes from what I remember you bloody coward.� Ron spat.

Draco�s face fell into his signature sneer. �Oh, Ronald. You were always a funny lad.�

Ron turned to punch Draco instead now but he was met with another shield cast to the right of him. Hermione was holding her wand out steadily, inching her way back towards the door.

�Thank you, Hermione. Now, Ronald, would you care to enlighten us as to why you felt physical combat was necessary to bring about the solution to your problem?�

�Fuck you, Malfoy.�

�Tsk, tsk, tsk. I�m afraid redheads aren�t my taste.� Draco smirked.

�Oh yeah, Harry, he�s sooo different. Just how many kilos of cocaine have you been freebasing a day?� Ron said, turning to his friend.

�Right, now I�m on drugs. Before Draco was Imperiusing me, and now I am a full fledged drug addict. Will you get your shit straight before you come attacking me? Draco is different, and you might be able to see that if you weren�t holding on to old bullshit grudges.� Harry said.

�Old bullshit grudges, eh,� Ron said, mustering half a laugh. �Have you forgotten who we�re talking about here? Draco Malfoy, Death Eater��

�Hate to interrupt, but,� Draco said, showing his arm. �Not true.�

�Death Eater�s son, then. The same prick that called Hermione a Mudblood. The same pompous prat that has rubbed my families financial state in my face for seven years. The same one that broke your nose on the train for turning his daddy in. The same fucker that tried to kill Dumbledore. Does any of that ring a bell?�

�Do you not think I�ve any remorse for anything I�ve done?,� Draco questioned Ron, his wand wavering. �Do you not think I�ve paid for my actions over and over again?�

�What�locked up for a night in Azkaban? You feel that�s proper penance for what you�ve done?�

�It has nothing to do with that fucking prison, it has to do with the trials I�ve faced in my mind��

�So you�ve developed a conscious now�lovely. How long has that conscious been telling you to mindfuck Harry into believing you�ve changed?�

Draco gripped his wand tighter and drove Ron�s body into the wall. His hand clasped around the collar of Ron�s shirt and he pulled hard on the material. �Have you ever been Imperiused, Weasley?�

Ron whimpered, trying to shake his head.

�No�well,� Draco said, pulling the collar tighter. �Ever had to go down on your aunt because if you didn�t she�d do something even worse to you?�

Ron whined again, his face taking on a purplish color.

�No again�well. Do you honestly think that I would ever employ such magic on someone that saved my life not once but numerous times?�

Ron sputtered and choked.

�Let him go! You�re choking him.� Hermione shrieked.

Draco gave one last scathing look before releasing Ron from his clutches.

�I�m out of here.� Draco said, attempting to climb the stairs. Harry wordlessly cast the stairs into a slide which Draco struggled against to climb up.

�Stop it!� Harry said, grabbing his arm. �You�re not going anywhere. Any of you,� he said, casting a glance at Ron and Hermione. �You�re coming upstairs with me to discuss this.�

�Not going to do any good��

�GO, DRACO!� Harry said, pushing the blond up the stairs.

Hermione helped the still gasping Ron up the stairs and onto the couch where she stroked his stomach soothingly with her hand. Draco had refused to sit and leaned against the door jam, arms crossed. Harry paced the room, turning his wand over in his hands.

�No one going to talk? Okay, I�ll start. Hermione, I�m sorry for calling you a Mudblood at least half a million times. I�ve seen the error of my ways and blah blah blah� Draco droned.

�GOD, CAN�T YOU KEEP YOUR FUCKING MOUTH SHUT FOR ONCE?� Harry screamed.

Draco bristled under the strain of Harry�s voice. Ron smiled, clearly enjoying the show of rage from Harry towards their former nemesis.

�Ron,� Harry said, facing his friend. �What is your reason for coming here? And don�t say to defend Hermione�s honor because you and I both know chivalry is not your strong point.�

Ron swallowed. �I wanted to know�why is it so easy for you to forgive Malfoy when you haven�t been able to forgive me?�

�Forgive you for what?�

�Forgive me for calling him a rotten bastard.�

Harry laughed. �That was never an issue, but to answer your question, it was easy to forgive Mal�Draco because he thanked me for saving him. He�s accepted that what he�s done to me in the past needn�t have a thing to do with the future. Sure, it�ll always be there in memory but we don�t need to keep reliving it, do we? That�s why it�s been harder for me to be around the two of you., and Ginny for that matter. I needed to distance myself from the past, and you�re all cleaving desperately to it. You�re the closest thing I have to family and it hurts me to think that you�re going to hold this against me. I pushed you away and I�m sorry. Both of you."

Hermione, who had begun sobbing quietly on the couch next to Ron, ran to Harry and threw her arms around him. "Oh, Harry, I�m so sorry. I never meant to alienate you. I shouldn�t have been so close minded. Luna was always telling me�oh Harry. I�m sorry," she sniffed. "I�m�sorry. I�love�you�brother I never got. Ron feels the same, right Ron?"

Ron shrugged his shoulder and offered a half smile. "Yeah, sorry mate."

"I�m afraid Ron�s still not one for emotional situations. Ronald, hug him." Hermione said, pulling the red head towards Harry.

Ron held his arms out limply and Harry wrapped his around his friend. "You�re a git, you know that?"

Draco tucked his wand under his arm and clapped. "Bravo, bravo. A compelling performance. I rate it a four. Now if this little production is over with, I think I�ll be off."

�No, you won�t. You�re going to sit here with Ron and Hermione while I go get tea for all of us.�

�What makes you think I�m going to obey?� Draco asked, a smug look on his face.

�If you don�t,� Harry said, leaning into Draco�s ear. �Then I�m not going to let you in my bed tonight.�

Harry nodded to cement the statement before Draco could reply. Patting the blond on the chest, he took his leave of the room. Taking a seat in a vacant armchair, Draco crossed and uncrossed his arms. Ron and Hermione shared half a dozen awkward glances with one another. Minutes ticked by as the three sat in silence.

�I�m sorry about your father.� Hermione said meekly.

�Thank you. Mother appreciated the arrangement you sent very much.�

Hermione smiled slightly. �I was wrong for what I thought of her before.�

�What did you think of her?� Draco questioned.

�To be quite frank, I thought she was a bitch.�

Draco laughed. �Mother could definitely be a bitch sometimes, especially where I was concerned. Those times are over now. She�s vastly more appreciative of her life and to those she holds close to her, as am I and as I am sure you are.�

�Definitely.� Ron said, smiling over at Hremione.

�It is a terrible trick life plays to make us appreciate our every breath when we are faced with our mortality, but also a gift. I told Harry this weeks ago, but I believe I need to tell the two of you as well. I�ve been nothing short of foul to both of you over the past seven years and yet you still found it in yourselves to save Goyle and I. It is regretful that if I were placed in that situation I may not have acted as admirably, but things are different now. I�ve been given a second chance at life and that�s changed me. It�s taught me that there are much more important things than blood status or financial endowments. I apologize from the depths of my being for the hurt I have caused you both in the past.� Draco said, holding out his hand.

Ron shook it first, more firmly than Draco expected. Draco smiled and held his arms out instead for Hermione. �C�mon�you know you�re itching to do it.�

Hermione chuckled and threw herself into Draco�s arms.

�I�m afraid I�m still a bit of a prick sometimes, but that�s something inborn.�

Harry walked into the room with the tray of tea. �I�m impressed. I thought for sure I�d come up here and find body parts scattered all over the floor.�

�You didn�t give me long enough� Draco joked.

The quartet sat and talked for hours, waxing nostalgic about their first experiences with magic, school and (of course) dating. Draco readily admitted that his reputation for being a serial dater was completely false and that he�d only managed to bed one girl in his Hogwart�s career.

�Millicent Bulstrode?! Honestly, Draco, it would have done better for your rep if you�d been caught fucking a suit of armor� Ron said.

�What can I say? We�d stolen a bottle of firewhisky from Filch�s office one night, one thing led to another and I woke up pinned beneath her.�

There was an uproar of laughter at this, followed by Ron and Hermione saying their good-byes, even though Harry offered for them to stay.

�Probably want to get a good fuck in without us hearing it� Draco said.

Harry laughed and tossed the dinner dishes in the sink. �Thank you for not hexing my balls off before. I shouldn�t have yelled at you like that.�

�Ehh, it was nothing. I�ve dealt with much worse.� Draco said, bewitching a towel to dry the dishes.

They smiled at each other and put the dishes back in their rightful place.

A marathon of South Park and bowlfuls of popcorn later, Harry was yawning and stretching.

�Well, I think I�ll go off to bed now.�

�Goodnight� Draco muttered, entranced by a commercial for some type of Muggle electronic device that held thousands of songs and was the size of playing card.

�Aren�t you coming?�

Draco�s attention was swiftly torn from the television. �Yeah. Sure.�

His enthusiasm tripled in the time it took him to change into his pajamas and he found himself wanting to skip across the hallway. This was all concealed by the emotion mask he�d put up as to not scare the shit out of Harry.

Skipping. Skipping?!

The door was cracked and a small beam of light stretched across the hallway.

�Just come in.� Harry called.

Draco smiled nervously and closed the door behind him. Harry sat bare chested and cross legged on the bed, poring over a vividly illustrated book.

Draco�s mouth had suddenly dried up and he felt himself stumbling as he walked to the bed.

�What you reading?� he asked as nonchalantly as he could.

�The Books of Magic. It�s about a bloke named Timothy Hunter who discovers he has the potential to become the world�s greatest magician.�

�The irony of that. He�s even got a scar on his forehead.� Draco pointed out.

�So he does. I never even paid attention to that� Harry said, closing the book.

Draco was eying his body up like an all-you-can-eat buffet. This was not lost on the brunette who purposely flexed his arm more than need be as he removed his glasses.

He slid beneath the covers with a smirk on his face. Draco fell back to the pillow and trained his eyes on Harry as fingers gingerly sought his hair.

�There�s something about your hair that just makes me want to touch it, I don�t know what it is.�

�Maybe the fact that it�s not a complete nest.�

That comment garnered a tug at his platinum locks. �Don�t do that again��

�Sorry�

��unless you are prepared for the consequences.�

Harry let go of Draco�s hair, bringing his arms to his chest.

�There�s something that�s been bothering me all day that I want to address. The kiss earlier today�� Harry started.

�About the kiss, I�m sorry for that. I was obviously reading into the signals you were giving me incorrectly and��

�I was wondering if we could try that again with no interruptions.�

Draco squinted over at him. �What?�

�Unless of course you�d like an audience and in that case I can call on Kreacher to��

�No, no, no. I don�t want an audience. All I want is to know is if you�re sure about this.�

�I�m sure� Harry whispered, leaning closer.

�Once we do this, there�s no going back you know�

�I know� Harry smiled deviously.

�Everything will be different.�

�Draco?�

�Yeah?�

�Quit stalling and kiss me already.�

A smile crept over the blondes face and mirrored the one Harry was wearing. �I was getting to that� he said, shifting himself closer.

One hand pressed against Harry�s chest, the other gripping his neck, Draco licked his lips and pressed them to Harry�s. Their lips parted and tongues danced eagerly into the other�s warm mouth. Harry could taste the subtlest note of chocolate on Draco�s tongue and sought to devour all traces of its delectable sweetness. The hand that laid pressed against Harry�s chest now lazily dragged itself down his side, gripping at it to pull the brunette even closer. A moan escaped Draco�s lips as Harry�s hand snuck its way under his shirt and kneaded softly at his back. The need for breath overwhelmed the two of them and they reluctantly broke the kiss.

�That�was borderline amazing� Harry said, a goofy grin spreading over his face.

�You should see what else I can do with my tongue�

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A/N: Woo hoo! A little bit of action for those of you still holding out for me.

Before I get any further with my musings and thanks, ZooArmy, to answer your question, Harry P the car salesman looked nothing like Harry P the wizard. He was around seven feet tall and had grey hair but the way those cars flew off the lot was MAGIC! Haha.

I know I promised no more mention of house-elf sexual activities, but it just worked it�s way back in. My apologies to you all. You�ll notice I took the liberty of giving the elves a bit of a social life. I like to believe that they got quite a bit more freedom after Voldemort was defeated.

The confrontation didn�t turn out exactly as I�d wanted it to and my train of thought derailed frequently. I have a fussy Internet connection to thank for that. I use AOL�s dictionary and listen to the All Tori Amos station while I�m typing and without both, I had to abandon the muse for a few days, but not to fear. Someone came and looked at it and everything is fine (hopefully for good.)

Thank you�s are due to the lovelies who�ve reviewed. I make sure I go back over my reviews so I don�t leave anyone out. : ] In no particular order, a thank you and hug to ZooArmy, Ero, thrnbrooke, paigeey07, vicky, AloneintheOpen, Tokyogirl21 and manga nut. (Where have you gone Narcissa, Extraho and HarrynDracos_Melissa? I miss you!) You guys make it worth the effort to see those e-mails telling me I have reviews. I severely lack praise for anything I do in everyday life and your words make up for it. MWAH�s to you all! I hope I don�t disappoint you anytime soon.

By the way, if any of you guys would like me to send you an e-mail when I update, just send an e-mail to me and let me know who you are and I�ll gladly start up a list. Feel free to send any lovely little goodies pertaining to Draco and Harry you find there too.
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