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Gorgon Curse	By : TransientTemptation Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 28962 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Harry sighed a bit as he watched from the doorway as Lily slept in bed. For the third night in a row she had woken up in the middle of the night from a nightmare and couldn’t manage to get back to sleep without clinging to the ratty old coat like a security blanket. Harry wished he could just brush the damn thing out of his mind but it was all but impossible, especially with Lily’s new fondness for it. He stared at the tattered black fabric accusingly, as if daring it to truly having come from his first lover. It was impossible. Draco was dead after all. His name was displayed in gilded scrollwork in his family’s mausoleum under the urn that held what they’d managed to recover of his body.

Harry shook his head to dislodge the thoughts and memories that he didn’t want to linger on. What was far more likely was some homeless man had found an old coat of Draco’s around here somewhere and just taken it. Merlin knew Draco wouldn’t have thought twice about losing something as trivial as a coat. He’d have just replaced the lost garment and been done with it.

Still, even with that perfectly logical and acceptable explanation in his mind, Harry was having trouble fully putting the image of that property tag out of his thoughts. Harry sighed again and turned away from watching his sleeping daughter. He needed a distraction from that damn coat. Unfortunately he’d already finished grading all of the papers he had to grade. He’d had two other long nights of needing distractions before this after all.

Musing on the need for a distraction for another minute, Harry finally grabbed his cloak and wand before heading out of the rooms. He wandered around the drafty halls for nearly an hour before he ended up in the Room of Requirement. A fire was roaring nearby and Harry sat down in one large chair that had appeared beside it. It was far more comfortable to be here where he wouldn’t be disturbed than in his rooms where he’d inevitably find himself glaring at the coat again.

Harry sighed and rubbed his eyes as he slumped back in the chair. He wished someone was around he could talk to about all this. It wasn’t like before where if something was bothering him he’d just go to Ron and Hermione. What was bothering him currently was far too personal and not nearly magical enough for him to want to go to them for advice. It was essentially all in his head. With the exception of vague mentions of a monster in a forest full of monsters by a group of young students, there was no reason to think there was anything wrong going on this year. It was the most uneventful he’d ever had at Hogwarts.

There was no secret rooms or hidden stones to find. No deathly traps or people being attacked. It was all calm. Even Peeves was hardly causing a ruckus –though that was perhaps Harry’s perception more than reality he realized. Harry sat staring at the fireplace for several minutes just wishing for someone to talk to that pouring his heart out to wouldn’t embarrass him beyond all belief.

“Do you always sit in the dark by yourself like this? Terrible for your eyes you know,” a somewhat haughty and almost painfully familiar voice asked from behind him.

Harry couldn’t help but smile though it wasn’t entirely happy. The Room of Requirement had answered his unspoken needs again. He turned in his seat and saw Draco Malfoy in all his teenaged glory in perfectly pressed Slytherin robes just standing there illuminated just enough to be seen clearly. “Hello, Draco.”

“That the best you can do after all this time?” the phantom of Draco asked with his eyebrow near his hairline and his hands on his hips. “Merlin you’re lucky you’ve got something going for you other than brains,” he said with a bit of an eye roll. “Now, what’s with the ‘woe’s me depressing myself with my own thoughts’ act, Potter?”

A single laugh escaped Harry before he shook his head. “You wouldn’t understand, Draco,” he said as he turned back towards the fire. He jumped a little as Draco was right beside the fireplace when he turned.

“Do not give me that, Potter. You wanted someone to talk to and here I am. So talk,” Draco said folding his arms over his chest and leaning back against the mantle. Harry couldn’t help but admire the way the fire made his pale skin glow and darkened the shadows into high contrast. All in all it was very attractive and Harry felt an almost forgotten ache to reach out and touch pale Slytherin. Draco’s lips quirked upwards on one side. “Careful, Potter… you’re going to ‘require’ a bit more than just talk if you keep that up.”

Harry blushed, not realizing that this Draco would be able to tell where his thoughts had been heading though in retrospect it made sense. This Draco was just a figment made by the Room of Requirement because Harry had wanted someone he could be open and honest with. Nobody had filled that role better than Draco had. Not even Ginny. Harry sighed and shook his head a bit. “This is insane…” he muttered. He couldn’t talk to essentially himself.

“Don’t tell me you went through all the work of bringing me here and then you aren’t even going to talk to me,” Draco said with a huff of exasperation. “It’s not like anyone will walk in here and know you’re talking to yourself. ‘Sides, you’ve heard voices before and are… arguably completely sane.”

Harry gave Draco a bit of a glare to which the pale boy just smirked. “You’re impossible.”

“Yes, yes, almost as stubborn as you,” Draco replied. After a long moment of silence, he took a few steps closer and kneeled down in front of Harry. Harry shivered as he swore he could actually feel Draco’s hand come to rest on his knee. “Come on, Harry… what do you have to lose?”

Harry studied Draco for a moment before daring to reach out and touch the phantom’s cheek. He tried to not be disappointed when his fingers felt cold but nothing solid. “I’d almost forgotten how much I missed you…”

Draco tried to smirk but didn’t quite manage it. “Almost forgot? How disappointing… I was aiming for never forget.”

“It’s been a long time, Draco,” Harry said softly. “I had to move on.”

“I know,” Draco replied just as softly. “And it’s probably for the best that you did. For what it’s worth… I’m sorry about what happened. I was being torn apart by how many directions I was being pulled… I needed to let something go. Turns out I let the wrong thing go.”

Harry tried to smile at that but couldn’t manage it. The words were wonderful to hear but came far too late. It didn’t help that this wasn’t really Draco. It was just a ghost of him saying what Harry’d always wanted to hear him say. “I loved you, Draco…” he murmured.

Draco smiled a bit and reached up to push at Harry’s hair. It didn’t do anything but Harry took comfort in the familiar gesture. “You still love me,” he stated.

Harry’s breath caught a bit before he nodded. “I still love you…” he admitted. He hadn’t dared even think it before now, it had felt somehow wrong to be with Ginny and still hold out feelings for his ex. He suspected Ginny had at least been somewhat aware of the piece of Harry’s heart that was being held captive; but she’d never pressed and Harry loved her for it. Ginny had been wonderful and understanding and almost everything Harry could possibly need after the war. But she still hadn’t quite taken Draco’s place. Nothing Harry tried had managed to completely erase what he’d felt for the other boy. Not even remembering how Draco had left. “Why did you have to join him?” Harry demanded, hurt and a bit angry all of a sudden.

Draco’s smile wavered for a brief second. “Even I’m allowed bad decisions once and a while, Harry…” he said softly.

“You shouldn’t have joined him!” Harry snapped, anger rising up even more.

“You’re right,” Draco murmured before pulling his hands back. “I shouldn’t have… but I did.”

“I hate you for doing that… I’ll never forgive you,” Harry almost hissed as tears burned at his eyes.

Draco gave another somewhat painful looking smile. “It’s a fine line, Harry… And we’ve always danced on it.”

Harry groaned and rubbed his forehead hard. “I can’t stop thinking about you being alive and I know you’re not!” he said in exasperation. “All because of that damn coat.”

Draco sighed some and shook his head. “Always have to do things the hard way… if it’s bothering you that much… get rid of it.”

“But Lily-”

“Can find another security blanket,” Draco said before Harry could finish. “Do what you have to to be happy again. I’d like that.” Harry opened his eyes and looked down at the face he knew so well. Draco smiled some and stood up again. “And get some sleep. Damn it, Potter, can’t you even pretend you know how to look after yourself?”
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