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Long Strides to a Short Walk	By : EmeraldGrey Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5988 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-1
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9a
- 10-9b
- 11-9c
- 12-10
- 13-11
- 8
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D/H Slashfiction

Rated PG-13 to NC-17

Long Strides to a Short Walk

By Emerald Grey

*PLEASE, see

Chapters 1 for any

and all Disclaimers, Warnings,

Pairings, Summaries, & Dedications*

Song: (Can't get my) Head around you

by The Offspring

**~~**Chapter 9-A**~~**

'Deep inside your soul, there's a hole you don't want to see;

Every single day, what you say makes no sense to me;

Even though I try I can't get my head around you.'

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It had been early Tuesday morning when Madam Pomfrey had bustled in.

Rousing the sleepy-eyed Gryffindor and the grumbling Slytherin by yanking open the white curtain that separated the two cots, she'd announced loudly to both boys that, "in her professional opinion", they were now well enough to return to their dorms, as well as resume their classes.

Shaking a long bony finger at them, she admonished them for fighting, especially in their

' delicate condition' and, "if they knew what was good for them, they'd best not find themselves back in her care, except of course for the soon-to-begin monthly

examinations of their growing foetuses."

At both boys� exaggerated eye rolls, she resisted the urge to thwap them soundly with her wand.

She did, however, enjoy their obvious wide-eyed fright when she instead, sharply levelled her wand, muttering, "Effingo liber libri." under her breath.

Their combined relieved sigh soon became a double groan, as she then handed each one of them a copy.

Her amusement had increased ten-fold as they turned scarlet when she had, in her no-nonsense voice, explained to them that they must read that book, especially the chapter on sexual activities, because obviously as lovers, they needed to know and understand the special needs of their partner.

Their blushes kicked up several notches as she further stated, "How thoughtful Ms. Granger was to have left such a knowledgeable book for you, as it gives wizard illustrations on the positions most comfortable for sexual intercourse as the 8th month pregnancy develops."

Fishing inside her deep pocket, she then handed both boys a small piece of parchment.

She explained to them that it was a note to be given to their Potions Professor.

What she'd written would excuse them from working with any ingredients that may be potentially harmful to their unborn children.

She also mentioned that she'd already spoken to their other Professors, but, as usual, it was near impossible to get an audience with the elusive Potions Professor, hence, the notes.

Crossing her stout arms over her ample bosom, the matronly woman had arched a black brow at both boys. "Did you understand all that I just told you, or do I need to repeat it?"

Her lips twitched, and she'd nearly laughed out loud as, shooting each other anxious looks, they practically tripped over themselves, ripping the curtain closed, and hastily getting dressed. Their clothing and school robes had been cleaned, courtesy of Dobby.

Once properly attired, both boys bid their amused caretaker a brisk thank-you and a solemn farewell, as heads down, they bolted for the door.

Pushing and shoving their way out into the hallway, they paused, gulping, and suddenly found the stone flooring fascinating.

The silence quickly became more awkward as the moments melted like chocolate held in a too hot hand.

Their forbidden thoughts racing with the unanswered questions were now flitting around their minds faster than an elusive Snitch, and becoming just as maddening.

Harry wanted to tell Draco the truth.

He ached to let the boy know just how much he meant to him.

He was trembling inside, needing to show Draco this, and more.

The only other person, or persons coming even close to the level of emotion he felt were the unborn babes they both now carried.

It was just the fear of what he might say, or what Voldemort might do with said information, that kept his mouth closed tight, to avoid spilling such thoughts and feelings.

Draco had to ball his hands hard in fists, then tuck his fists into his deep robe pockets

to keep from touching his Harry.

The baby book was trapped tightly under his left arm, and he noted with a slight chuckle, Harry had done the same.

At Harry�s questioning jeer of, "Share the funny Malfoy," it was Draco�s turn to question the other boy�s sanity, as he watched him mumble to himself, "Too damn much BTVS! And I SO cannot believe I'm channelling my inner Cordy right now."

Both boys could not hold back the flinch as they spoke at the same time, their voices echoing in the hall.

"Well."

A silent pause, then, a muffled, "See you."

Without a backward glance, they parted.

Draco set off, returning to the dank, dark dungeons of Slytherin, and Harry, climbing the numerous stairs to the airy towers of Gryffindor.

Both were silently kicking their own arses for not saying more, and both having the same desire, telling themselves, 'If I hurry, I can get to the Great Hall for breakfast before my dorm mates do."

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'Somewhere in the night, there's a light in front of me,

Heaven up above, with a shove abandons me

And even though I try I fall in a river of you,

You manage to bring me down too.'

"Harry, you okay, mate?"

Looking up from his loaded plate, Harry smiled weakly at his concerned friend. As much as he wanted to stay angry with him, they'd been through too much to just piss away their friendship.

"I'm okay, Ron," Harry mumbled through a mouthful of warm buttered wheat toast,

heavily laden with his favorite jelly. Swallowing, he tried to smile, but both boys knew it was a bit forced.

"Harry?" someone inquired.

As he turned, his sticky mouth made a direct hit with the soft lips of Seamus Finnegan.

The whole table fell silent. Focusing in morbid fascination, they marvelled at the sheer knackers and obvious lack of brains the ballsy young Gryffindor was exhibiting.

"Mmm, blackberry," Seamus whispered, his hands now on either side of Harry�s shocked face, holding the now struggling boy still, so he could better taste those berry-flavored lips.

Harry, incensed, jerked his mouth away with a loud popping sound.

Everyone�s eyes followed the domino effect his hasty actions caused when he quickly raised his hand to wipe away the taste of the other boy from his lips, he instead bumped into Ron, who was about to take a forkful of scrambled eggs into his mouth.

As the eggs went flying, the whole table held their collective breath, watching

them land, and scatter amongst the brown frizzy tresses of one very pissed-off Hermione Granger.

Narrowing her sparking brown eyes at all three boys, her gaze blazing, she cried,

"AHH! Wha.. tha, EEEE! Stop it! JUST Stop it, and I mean right BLOODY NOW!"

And the collective gasp became a chorus of giggles, from the first- on up to the seventh-years.

Even the Professors were mildly chuckling, even those whom unquestionably knew better.

Especially Professor Snape, who was snickering over his tea cup. 'Ah, those bumbling Gryffindors! Always good for a laugh! Hells, this was even better than my beloved soaps!'

Reaching over, like an overzealous five-year-old, he tugged at Minerva's robes.

"Yes, Severus, what is it?"

"Ten Sickles, Potter loses his temper and blasts them all?" he asked, his black eyes dark with hope.

Her own eyes narrowed, as she took in the heated exchanges taking place at her House�s table.

For several moments she silently contemplated the situation.

'Now, if anyone was gonna do some blasting, it would be Granger. After all, she's the one now wearing Weasley�s breakfast.'

Shrewdly she looked her colleague up and down, a small smirk playing at the edges of her thin mouth... Heh, 'Like taking candy from a baby.'

"Hmm, make it another five sickles, toss in a bottle of Firewhiskey, and you've got a deal!"

"Pickles? Why on earth would anyone bet a pickle?" Professor Trelawney inquired, peering at the pair over her glasses.

"That's Sickles, you four-eyed fruit-cake!"

"Severus!"

"Ohh, wonderful! Um, then I predict, a HUGE lovers tiff! I saw one this morning in my cup of Earl Grey! And..."

"Can it, Trelawney."

Trelawney�s owlish, bespectacled eyes blinked and looked around before she asked, "Was it something I said?"

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Fluffing out her bushy hair, Hermione tried in vain to dislodge the smooshy yellow pieces of egg.

Dean rolled his brown eyes, smacking Seamus in the back of the head. "See what you caused? What WERE you thinking?"

Seamus just shrugged, and as his handsome face contorts into a wide grin he says loudly, "Can't help meself mate! They were just, just begging for it! All plump and jelly covered," He trailed off, pouting prettily at his glowering boyfriend.

But at Dean�s 'don't EVEN give me that shite look', he back-pedalled by baldly stating, "Hey, I'm only human!"

"OH! Honestly!" Dean huffed. As his dark eyes narrowed slightly, he replied with an exasperated shake of his head, "What you ARE Finnegan, is a walking hormone! I just don't know WHY I put up with you!"

Standing, he jerked his wayward lover sharply up by one arm.

"Come on then, now that you've had your 'dessert'," he snorted, levelling a nasty look at a confused as hell Harry, who by then, after seeing the censure in those snapping eyes, was suddenly busy helping Ron remove the small squishy flecks of yellow from their friend�s long hair.

Then, ignoring the clueless Gryffindor, Dean continued to sound off to his bratty beau and Seamus good-naturedly got in a few good shots as well, something about 'bossy' Queens, and 'bitchy' boyfriends.

Both Harry and Ron jumped, and Hermione just rolled her eyes, when Seamus suddenly leaned down, and whispered, "I love to wind him up, makes for great angry sex later!"

Giving them a slow, knowing wink, he allowed himself to be chastised.

Deans shrill voice filled the air as he continued to berate his naughty lover.

"Well, we BOTH know which head you were thinking with THIS time, don't we?"

"Yup."

Ron just blushed, and cast a glance at the Slytherin table, while Harry turned and stared at Gryffindor�s most unlikely couple.

Putting a knuckled fist in his mouth, Harry was soon biting back the gales of laughter when suddenly Dean stomped his foot, declaring loudly, "OHH! Don't you DARE patronise ME, you, you Irish Hussy!"

A small smile quirked playfully at the corners of his lips, as he noticed the way Dean leaned on Seamus' broad shoulder and the way the sexy Irish boy snaked a strong arm around the shorter boy hugging him close, after the blond had impishly goosed him.

Harry felt a spike of jealousy as he watched the pair link arms as they left the Great Hall.

Then, his gaze shifted, and he found himself falling right into a pair of cold, grey eyes.

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'All your faking shows you're aching'

At the Slytherin table, Draco Malfoy had kept a sharp eye on the goings-on around him, especially the unabashed shenanigans of one Seamus Finnegan.

Picking up his knife and fork, he began cutting the meat on his plate, all the while glaring daggers at the undisciplined Irish oik that had DARED to touch HIS Harry!

But when Blaise�s gentle hand halted his own, he realized with a start that he'd been sawing away at the table, while his thick ham steak remained on his plate, uncut.

With a sigh, he sat down his utensils. Merlin! He felt like an idiot. And, when at last he

decided to look up, he found himself captured by intense twin pools of emerald green.

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"Best two out of three, Sybil? By dinnertime, surely we'll know who is going to win this thing?"

"Well, the crystal ball did say that today would be the day for new discoveries! Okay then, Severus, the best two out of three! Um, may I call you Severus?"

"But of course, dear lady, of course!"

Minerva rolled her eyes, grabbed Snape by his robe and hissed, "No bet is worth putting up with the likes of her, is it?"

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'Every single day, what you say makes no sense to me'

It was with much difficulty Harry tore his gaze from the steel trap of Draco's mercury glare.

Throwing Ron and Hermione a hasty excuse over his shoulder about needing to get to class early, he all but ran from the Great Hall.

He didn't see the knowing look they shared, or the sadness that filled a pair of blue eyes.

Once inside his dorm room, Harry sat down on the edge of his bed. Putting his head in his hands, he ran trembling fingers through his silky hair, and tried to calm his quaking nerves.

With a groan, he realized he was going to be late when looking up, his Snitch wall clock proclaiming the time: 7:35 a.m.

Snape always started classes at 8:00 a.m. sharp, and baby or no, he wasn't going to be excused for his tardiness.

Quickly he gathered his needed textbooks, and cursing Seamus and Malfoy to the far corners of Hades and back, he rushed off for the dungeons below.

"OOF!"

"UMPHTH!"

"Dammit Malfoy, gerroff me NOW!"

With a smirk and a roll of his eyes, Malfoy responded, "That wasn't what you were screaming a couple of nights ago, 'Harry'."

Turning his head to look at Draco, he winced, then wiggled.

Draco just moaned softly.

"Malfoy, move, now!" He growled.

However; the stubborn Slytherin refused to budge.

Well, Draco would have moved. In fact, if truth be known, he wanted to grind the elusive Gryffindor into the woodwork, on-lookers be damned!

But, seeing that they were now firmly wedged sideways inside the doorframe of the Potions room, it was a bit difficult to even wiggle.

Although; a bit earlier, when Harry had twitched his hips, the sensation that had thrummed down the length of his dick had caused his breeches to tighten.

Hells, he could probably pin his little Lion like an evanescent butterfly to the moulding of the bloody door jam, he was THAT fucking stiff.

Suddenly, the absurdity of the entire situation hit him hard, and he threw back his silky blonde head and laughed.

Harry just stood there, glaring at him.

But, when a satin and steel laced voice inquired as to what was so amusing, and noted that if they BOTH didn't move their 'arses' Mr. Filtch was about to become a very, VERY happy Squib, they both just eeped, then fell silent.

Their eyes widened as now nose to nose, and pelvis to pelvis, as the spell drew them tighter together, they found themselves in proximity of a buss on the lips.

Draco opened his mouth, but when his pink tongue danced not only along his own full lips, but gently grazed the aroused Gryffindor�s as well, he smirked instead as he felt Harry shudder, his own budding erection bumping against Draco�s.

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Hermione Granger silently buffed her long clear nails against her robe.

She and Ron had cussed and discussed the situation, and had come to the same conclusion.

Harry and Draco simply must be together.

These silly cat and mouse games the two had been playing off and on for years, (well, a bit more 'on' than 'off' actually) needed to end.

After all, they would soon become parents, and, for the sakes of their children, this ridiculous feud had gone on long enough.

In fact, all of Gryffindor had agreed the other night, (well, with the exception of one blue eyed boy) that the wrong must be made right, and the two would make a striking couple.

So, after tossing around several ideas, and then spells, and after dealing with several 'snit fits' from Colin 'Harry is MINE dammit!� Creevey, Hermione had got a unified vote when she suggested to do what she'd just now done.

And, it had worked, too. Harry had been forced to stop running away, and Malfoy had finally been trying to converse with him.

Then, the sour-pussed face of their Potions Professor had to butt his big beak into it!

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"Mister Malfoy, take your seat."

"Um, well, sir, I..."

A slender black brow rose. "It was not a request."

"Well, you see, Sir..."

"NOW. Mister Potter, please refrain yourself from pawing my Slytherin."

'Heh, more than one way to stir up a Potter, and I'm a bloody expert! I'm going to win that bet!' Snape thought, then barked, "POTTER!"

"Eh?" Harry answered, blushing. "Erm, I wasn't, er, I'm NOT, eh, ah, actually pawing, Dra, er 'Malfoy' sir."

"Hmm, I see." The words were spoken thoughtfully, as long fingers tapped against crossed arms. "Well, tell me, Potter, exactly what ARE you doing?"

"Eh?"

"SIT DOWN, this INSTANT, the BOTH of you!" At that moment, Snape felt small, insistent tuggings at his robes. The Potions Master looked down his long nose at the meddling child.

"Yes, Miss Granger?"

She rapidly whispered explanations.

"Hmm, ah, yes? No? Really? Well, very well."

Her tiny smirk was quickly erased by his next few words, and the entire left side of the room groaned.

"Miss Granger, that will be 40 points FROM Gryffindor, for interfering. Now, remove the spell, if you will please."

Taking out her wand, she grumbled. Muttering under her breath the reversal incantation, as well some choice phrases about bossy Professors, and silly house points, she groaned as he said, "I heard that Miss Granger, another 10 points removed from Gryffindor for your cheek."

As soon as the spell was released, both boys walk-ran for their seats, scrambling to sit down, making sure to do so VERY carefully.

Silence reigned, until a slender tanned hand rose.

"Yes Mister Potter?"

"I ah, um, Madam Pomfrey gave me this to give to you." squeaked Harry.

The tall Potions Professor swept down the aisle to pluck the note from the upturned fingers.

Returning to his seat, yet before his arse even hit the leather, he felt it, before it even was actually done.

"Yes, Mister Malfoy?"

Draco had to fight to keep the smile from forming, because, as long as he could remember, his 'Sa" always knew when he needed something, sometimes, even before he did.

"Er, I have one too, sir."

An almost-smile tickled his lips as once again, Severus Snape glided across the room

to pick up a piece of parchment from his little Dragon.

Both boys sat next to each other, looked down, then up, as they awaited his next decision.

Waving a long hand airily, he instructed his class to go ahead, and copy the potion from the board.

His eagle eye watched as his students began to sort out and then prepare to chop, slice, and blend, and...Wait, everyone but 'two' of his students were now busy adding the necessary articles to their cauldrons.

All but, 'two'.

Bloody Buggering Hell!

One child was the light of his life, the other, like his bespectacled father before him, the bane of his existence. The thorn in his side, the...

Severus wanted to just bang his head repeatedly on his large mahogany desk after he watched them cautiously set down their quills, fold their hands and look up at him expectantly.

Chewing vigorously on his inner cheek, he addressed the pink-faced Gryffindor who now had his hand raised high.

"Yes, Mister Potter?"

"Erm, ah, well, is it safe for Dra, er, I mean, Malfoy and I to even be IN your storage rooms Sir?"

Snape let out a long, long, sigh. "LONGBOTTOM!"

With a high-pitched squeak, Neville responded. "Yes, er, Sir?"

"Would you please be so kind as to go into the storage room, and obtain the necessary ingredients for Misters Malfoy and Potter?"

"Yes! Er, SIR!"

With a long, heavy, drawn out sigh, Snape lowered his head and gave a sad shake of his ebony silky head. "This is not the Muggle Military, Longbottom."

Laughter broke out from the Slytherin side, and some chuckles from the Gryffindor side ensued.

Black brows knit, and a bellow of "SILENCE!" permeated the room.

The entire class, heaved a sigh of relief as, with a wave of his hand, the professor instructed them all to begin.

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'Letting you inside isn't right cause you'll mess with me

I never really know what's really going inside you

I can't get my head around you'

The next class of the morning was Care Of Magical Creatures.

Hagrid was all bushy smiles, as he explained the love and care needed to raise a proper

'Woolgrin'.

For the next two hours, both the Gryffindors and the Slytherins mumbled and grumbled their way through their textbooks, and the surprise quiz the gentle giant had given them.

Finally, it was lunch time.

Hagrid grinned and smiled as he wished them all a good day.

Winking at Harry, his smile only broadened when the small boy just blushed.

But, as he saw Malfoy approaching him, Harry quickly gathered up his things, and shot off to the Great Hall, as if Fluffy had just found a new play toy, and HE was it.

Draco hugged his books tighter to his chest, biting back the tears of frustration.

He almost jumped out of his skin, as he felt a small hand touch his shoulder, and a soft voice whispered, "It's going to be okay Draco. Harry, well, he's, he's not the most sharing person, he, he's a bit, off, because he's been raised by Muggles who hate him. And, now? He finds himself with child from his worst enemy, and he's gotten said enemy pregnant as well." Chewing thoughtfully on her bottom lip, she added, "Is it any wonder he runs? He'll come around, but, you must give him his space."

Draco looked down into the heart-shaped face of one of his Harry�s best friends, Granger.

"You, you called me Draco, why?"

"Well 'Draco' She snickered slyly, "Soon I'm going to be 'Auntie Hermione', and it just wouldn't be proper if I keep calling the baby�s father, by his last name."

Rolling her pretty brown eyes she added, "Besides, you're practically family now."

And, gently, she grasped the shocked blond�s elbow, and tucking it into her own arm, she smiled, when her redheaded friend did the same with hers.

As they slowly strolled by the others, Ron shot his secret crush a very sexy look.

It was the kind of look that has you running for a cold shower.

Starting from the top of his silky blonde head, he trailed his eyes all the way down, down, until they zeroed in on his crotch.

But, before anyone else could notice it, he then ran a hot look straight up, right into Blaise's crystal-blue eyes.

It was a look that gave no quarter. It said, "I want you." Plain, pure, and simple. Just like the boy who gave it.

Draco felt a funny warmth spread throughout his heart, as he suddenly understood.

He now knew why these two people meant so much to Harry.

Blaise, who had watched the whole thing, and had to quickly brush away the moisture that had gathered in his eyes.

He also had to discreetly adjust his twitching cock, then lean against a tree for support, lest he fall over when his knees buckled.

"Merlin!"

How could just a 'look' manage to make him feel so horny? So out of control? So BLOODY wonderful!

And, as he watched that shapely arse strut by, he told himself one thing.

'Ronald Arthur Weasley, you will soon be mine! I will have you, OH yes, I will have you.'

Quickly gathering his books, he made a bee-line for the Great Hall, in search of sustenance, and a very, VERY cold drink!

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'All your feeding shows you're bleeding'

Dean Thomas's black brows rose higher with each item Harry Potter was now piling onto his plate.

Colin Creevey gasped in shock as he watched him do it again.

But, before he could do it a third time, a pale slender hand stayed his own, and a cool voice above him softly said, "Keep putting it away like that, Potter, and you'll have to be wheeled out of here, as well as to and from your classes!"

"Mind your own damn business Malfoy," Colin spat.

Levelling a hate-filled look at the bristling blue-eyed boy, Draco smiled a cruel smile. "As you know," he purred, Thanks to YOU, Harry happens to be carrying MY child. If I wish to show some concern for MY lover, and MY child, that is truly NONE of your business, Creevey, so piss OFF."

Harry tried shaking his wrist free, but Draco only tightened his grip.

"Malfoy," He hissed, his cheeks blooming a rosy red. "We are NOT lovers!"

Draco just quirked a blond brow and smirked, "Oh really?"

Reaching down, he then patted at Harry flat stomach, rubbing up and down slightly, his other hand slipping just low enough to cause some mild discomfort.

Bending down yet further, he whispered, "You could have fooled me, 'Lion' as I recall it,"

Harry shivered as the sexy Slytherin�s tongue teased the edge of his ear, causing the shell to pinken further when the words, "You were begging me for it." fell like tainted red rose petals from that full, soft sinful mouth.

Harry shuddered, and just as he was about to reply, Draco suddenly walked away, black school robes billowing.

As Harry sat there, dumbfounded, trying to get his breathing back into some mode of control, he winced at the high-pitched voice of his admirer, and current courtier, Colin Creevey.

"Just who in the BLOODY hell, does that, pillock, that, that, smarmy git think he is?!!"

Spreading his legs, reaching under his robes to move his throbbing cock to a more comfortable position, Harry was a bit reluctant to agree. The moody Slytherin had been acting strange, trying to engage him, 'er WRONG word there Mister Potter!' His inner Snape twittered.

Malfoy had been trying to 'detain' him with girly small talk all bloody day!

Merlin!

It was bad enough the boy�s BLOODY Father had all but snuggled with him, and now?

Draco Malfoy obviously was feeling in the need of some buddy to buddy time.

Well bully for him! Harry on the other hand, he needed time to just sit somewhere quiet and think on this whole mess further, but, between his burgeoning erection, and the chalk board scraping voice of Colin, he felt a bugger of a migraine approaching. Carefully, he tried once more to achieve a more comfortable position.

Although, when your dick feels like granite, no position is very comfortable.

Shooting a glare at the cacophonous blue-eyed Gryffindor, he hotly replied, "Colin, for fucks sake, give it a bleedin' rest, will you?"

As the younger boys bright blue eyes got impossibly wide, fat tears spilled down his slender face.

"Ex, excuse me please." He gasped, jumping up and running out of the Hall to the comfort and safety of the common room.

The whole table, even the whole Great Hall, went silent for a moment, before Seamus Finnegan piped up saying, "Wow Harry, you must be getting your hormones, huh?" At Dean Thomas's nod, Harry just leaned over and thwacked the smart-arsed boy upside his head.

"OUCH! BLOODY HELLS HARRY!"

Dean gave Seamus a stern look. "Apologise, NOW!"

Meekly, he answered, "Yes, dear," then "Sorry Harry.".

But Harry Potter wasn't listening.

He found himself deep in the study of the reigning King of Slytherin, asking himself

what was he going to do now. How much longer could he hold up his wall of pretence

before Draco came crashing through it?

He had to do it, for all their sakes. No one could know his true feelings, especially Draco.

He'd just have to find another way to douse out the flame the blond boy felt for him.

Glaring at Malfoy, he thought grimly, 'Let the games begin.'

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'Deep inside your soul,

there's a hole you don't want to see

Draco sat staring back at Potter. His long fingers were steepled, and just the tip of his chin rested there.

His mercury gaze bore holes in the irritating back of Seamus Finnegan, his new second-worst enemy, Colin Creevey being the first. He couldn't really say that Harry had ever been, and, with things changing so drastically between them now, he needed a new plan of action.

Although he was a bit shocked at his lovers outburst, he felt absolutely NO sympathy for the loud mouthed scrawny twit, OR that annoying Irish git. Hells, after that disgusting display Finnegan gave at breakfast, had it not been for Blaise hiding his wand from him, he'd have Imperioed that gormless pillock to just go and fuck himself!

Studying the boy who now was more than just the BOY-WHO-LIVED, he'd graduated up to the BOY-WHO-NOW-CARRIED-THE-MALFOY-HEIR.

But, Draco wasn't fooling himself.

He'd carried the torch for bloody Harry-I'm-too-good-for-you-so-sod-off-you-disgusting-Slytherin� Potter for too many years now, to just give up and walk away. Too much was at stake.

So, Harry Potter wanted to play games, eh?

Hiding behind his friends, hiding the truths from his friends...

...those same friends that now wanted to befriend Draco.

"Wonder if he'd look so smug if he knew that his friends were just lining up to become mine too?"

"What!?"

"Oh, nothing Blaise, I'm just thinking out loud, Luv."

"All right, then."

Draco stared hard at his friend. He gasped in shock as he followed the line of Blaise's heated stare, leading straight over to...

'OH. Bloody. Buggerin'. Bleedin'. Hell.'

Draco smirked and held back a snicker. Oh, things were starting to get entertaining and very, very interesting.

Looking dead ahead at Harry Potter, Draco had but one thought, 'Lion, let the games begin.'

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'You're covering it up, like a cut with the likes of me'

'You know I've really tried, I can't do anymore about you.'

'The cut's getting deeper'

'The hill's getting steeper'

'I guess I'll never know, what's really going on inside you'

'I can't get my head around you'

'I can't get my head around you'

'I can't get my head around you'

'I can't get my head around you'

*~*~*End of Chapter 9-A*~*~*
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