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Chapter Nine�Panic Is
Not Permitted

�� What�s the
matter?� Malfoy spoke low and warm next to Harry�s ear, exactly as if he had
the right to do so. �You look a little overwhelmed, if you don�t mind my saying
so.�

�� I am,�
Harry said bluntly, and tilted his head back to try and find the ceiling. He
couldn�t see it. �I�ve never been in a house like this before.�

�� Or certainly
not this part of it, anyway,� Malfoy said in a light voice, as if he wanted to both
invoke and banish the memories of Harry�s brief stay in Malfoy Manor during the
war.

�� Those
memories helped to clear Harry�s head. He frowned and stepped away from Malfoy.
They were in a large corridor now with no side turnings. He didn�t think it was
as easy to get lost, and besides, he�d seen a long straight line that had to represent
this place on the map to Lucius�s rooms.

�� Unless the
Manor had multiple places of this size�

�� Harry
decided he was going to do his best not to think about it.

�� The
corridor was, of course, beautiful. Harry hadn�t seen a place since he�d come
to the Manor that wasn�t. Unlike the soothing colors of the staircase and his
bedroom, however, this place was meant to possess the hot, harsh dignity of a
desert. The walls glowed as golden as sandstone; the floor beneath their feet contained
a restrained blood-warmth. And there was no ceiling, no matter how many times
Harry stared upwards with his eyes watering. Instead, high arched windows�probably
enchanted; Harry refused to think the Manor had the blessing of that much sun�and
mirrors bounced shimmering glare off one another, capping the room with nothing
but a clear shine. Harry had to admit it was the way a desert sky would
probably look at noonday if one tried to stare directly into the sun.

�� Of course,
he didn�t really understand why anyone would be interested in constructing a room that looked that way.

�� Well,�
Malfoy said, when he had paced at Harry�s side in silence for a few considering
moments, �there�s a difference between being overwhelmed and being uncomfortable.�

�� Assume it�s
the latter.� With relief, Harry saw the doors loom on the far end of the
corridor. Of course they loomed, and
of course they were shaped and carved like red sandstone cliffs, but at least
they led out of this place.

�� Why?�
Malfoy reached out and placed a hand on Harry�s arm, halting him. When he
turned to face him, Harry saw him frowning, his eyes almost wounded�a vulnerability
he never would have shown outside the Manor.

�� What have
we done wrong, to make you fear and distrust us so much?� Malfoy asked quietly.
�We assumed our gifts spoke a universal language. You might not understand the
significance of the Heart�s Blessing spell to pure-bloods or the way that blood
adoptions work, but we had thought you would know we wouldn�t give you these
things unless we wanted you to feel at home.�

�� Harry
ground his teeth together. He could have snapped an accusation back if only
Malfoy had spoken those words in a haughty tone, looking down his nose and damning
Harry for his lack of gratitude. But oh no, he couldn�t be that obliging. Instead,
he had the nerve to look like a child whose offer of friendship was refused, or�

�� Or a host whose guest wouldn�t sleep in his
bed and had to be convinced to accept the bedroom.

�� Harry
shivered under the weight of the shame that crashed into him, dousing his
anger. He bowed his head. �I�m sorry,� he whispered. �I suppose I can�t set
aside the old enmity between us as easily as I thought I could. But the gifts
do make me�uneasy. I�ve received gifts before that turned out to be attempts to
buy my favor, or simply to put me into a position, by accepting them, from
which there was no escape.�

�� Malfoy
studied him for long moments, his eyes burning like the desert. Harry flushed
more and more deeply. He wanted to insist that they should go on and reach
Lucius�s rooms so Harry could start taking care of him, but he knew obscurely
that that would be part of the same pain he�d caused Malfoy by refusing to accept
his gifts. So he stood still, and after long moments Malfoy reached up and
clasped the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

�� From a
shorter distance than anyone save Ron and Hermione had tried to speak to him in
years, Malfoy whispered, �I understand that, and I forgive you. But I think we�ll
get tired of repeating this before long, so you need to listen. The gifts we give you are meant to make you feel like part
of the family. We wouldn�t think twice of giving such things to one another.�
He paused significantly. �Of course, we would hope that they were appreciated,
and expect at least polite thanks.�

�� Harry
swallowed. He felt so painfully lost. And
he still wanted to protest. The Weasleys managed to make each other feel
appreciated, and make Harry feel like part of the family, without giving each
other expensive toys all the time, and they were pure-bloods, too.

�� But then he
remembered the first Christmas he�d spent at Hogwarts, when he received gifts
from the Weasleys and Hermione, and how good it made him feel. Maybe gifts weren�t
everything, but he�d let himself be touched by the ones his friends gave him.
Would it really make such a difference to let himself relax and accept what the
Malfoys were willing to offer?

�� All right,�
he said. �Thank you for the shower and the bedroom and the map and your
friendship.�

�� More than
just friendship,� Malfoy said, his voice smooth and tinged with amusement, even
though he had let Harry step away from him within the circle of his arms.

�� Harry
stared at him. Well, he�s being honest,
or what sounds like honest, with me. Maybe he wants me to talk honestly to him,
too. �But�if we�re family now, doesn�t that mean we�re brothers?� he asked.
�So you wouldn�t be interested in dating me?�

�� Malfoy�s
eyes seared him for a moment; then Malfoy lowered his lids over them. Harry
blinked, shaken. He�d never been looked at with such desire as Malfoy had just
shown him, and yet Malfoy�s touch on him remained calm and gentle.

�� There are
other kinds of family love, Harry,� Malfoy said. �My father and mother are part
of the same family, and yet they aren�t siblings.� He gave him a sudden,
flashing smile that made Harry wonder fleetingly if he coordinated his
expressions to the part of the house they were in, and then stepped away and
gestured to the doors. �Now, my father awaits, and I�m sure he�s wondering if
we got lost after all. I can�t know as much about this house as my parents do,
since I�ve only lived in it twenty-six years.�

�� Harry
followed, dazed and more certain than ever that he didn�t belong here. He was breaking
a social code he didn�t know about and willingly subjecting himself to living
with people who had been his enemies a short time ago. And Malfoy continued to
flirt with him, though Harry was sure he had seen every single unattractive
facet of Harry�s character by now.

�� But that
desire was restrained. He wasn�t breathing down Harry�s neck about it the way
he�d been doing only yesterday. He acted as if he wanted Harry to know that he
liked him but also that he was willing to be patient until Harry was ready to
return that liking.

�� Harry tried
to remember a lover he�d had who was like that, and came up with no names.

�� Of course, maybe that was a good thing. More
casual relationships enabled them to move on with their lives when they
realized I wasn�t what they needed. Harry eyed Malfoy�s back dubiously. Does he have the least idea what loving me
would entail?

*

�� And how
are you today, sir?� Harry said, endeavoring to keep his voice as cheerful and
quiet as it would have been if he were meeting Lucius in hospital. Never mind
the bedroom decorated in intense red and blue, so that it looked as if they met
in the middle of a stained glass window. Never mind that the bed had numerous
tiny hands that made patting motions as they adjusted Lucius�s sheets and
pillows, and that the mattress itself rose and fell, adjusting itself for
Lucius�s comfort. Never mind the tables attached to the sides of the bed that
moved smoothly out of the way when Lucius only gestured, bearing cool drinks,
books, small platters of food, or complicated game boards.

�� Very well.�
Lucius stared at Harry. �I understand that you have some doubts as to our
hospitality.�

�� Harry
paused in the act of spreading his notes out on a gleaming mahogany table. He
wondered who had told Lucius that: Draco or Rogers. Then he shrugged and went
on with what he was doing. He had always been blunt with Lucius, and he
intended to continue the habit, although Malfoy had gone to hover unobtrusively
in a corner and it would have to be in front of him, too. �Not as to your
hospitality,� he said. �I�m quite sure that all the luxuries you�ve chosen to
offer me are genuine and made of real glass and crystal and gems. I have some
doubts as to the motives behind it,
of course.�

�� Motives
may be double,� Lucius said.

�� Exactly
what I�m afraid of,� Harry muttered back, and then lifted his wand,
concentrating as he chanted a spell under his breath. The spell was not one in
the approved catalogue of magic mediwizards were supposed to use, but he was no
longer among people who would realize that. The air in front of him turned
clear and flat and white, cleaner than any piece of parchment had ever been,
and then glowing colored lines appeared on it, forming the Mirror Maze Harry
had researched in the library last night. Harry smiled. The spell was a special
modification of Hermione�s, which would take the image in his head and transfer
it perfectly to the paper, and he always appreciated how well it worked.

�� Motives
may be double with hurting either party involved,� said Lucius. Glancing back
at him, Harry realized that his eyebrows had risen to his hairline.

�� I am less
convinced of that,� Harry said. �And in any case, we�re supposed to discuss
your health, and not a philosophical debate.� He nodded to the glowing lines. �Do
you recognize this, sir?�

�� One may do
more than one thing at once, as you have just demonstrated.� Lucius pretended
to ponder for a moment, then laughed shortly. �You mean to insult me by
suggesting I will not recognize a Mirror Maze, Mr. Potter? And so far, you had
been so careful never to seem insulting.�

�� Not insult
you,� Harry said. �There�s a difference between an insult and a direct question
that simply asks for information. If I had said that I suspected you of trying
to trap me, get me used to luxuries, draw me into admiration for your way of
life, and only then reveal the hook behind the rich bait, then I would be
insulting you. But I haven�t said that in a definite declarative sentence, have
I? Those words exist only in a hypothetical one.�

�� Lucius gave
a brief, fierce, joyous smile. Then he was wearing his cold fa�ade again. But Harry,
smiling at him in relief�at least one person hadn�t changed incomprehensibly
between St. Mungo�s and the Manor�froze when he realized that, no, the fa�ade wasn�t
quite the same. For one thing, Lucius never would have revealed his emotions
like that in his smile before.

�� Harry
coughed and glanced back at the parchment. �I believe that you have a Mirror
Maze on you,� he said, �but not the traditional one, or the damage would have been
severe on only one part of your body, as it was not.� He flicked his wand, and
the imaginary parchment turned sideways, bearing the Mirror Maze with it. �This
is what you have.� Another flick of his wand and the Maze lifted off the
parchment into the third dimension, flexing back and forth with graceful
changes of its lines. �Unfortunately, I still can�t dissipate it until I know
for certain what spells compose it.�

�� Do you
have any more ideas, Harry?� Lucius�s eyes were piercing. �Given your skill, I
expect that you should.�

�� I do,�
said Harry, glad he could keep his voice steady. Lucius was testing him like a
son and heir now, he thought, or at least like someone who needed to perform to
a high level in order to make his family proud. The thought sent waves of
tension racing through Harry. He did best when he had to react suddenly, not
when he sat down to a situation that was like an exam�protracted, intense, and
warned of beforehand. �I know that Mansuefacio
is part of it, and the Cutting Curse and the Permanency Spell. Probably
also a Replication Charm, to make the same wounds appear in many places at
once. And a spell that maps your body, so that whoever controls the maze can
study it at all times and know your vulnerabilities at a glance.�

�� Lucius�s eyebrows
rose. �I have never heard of such a spell.�

�� I�ve used
it several times.� Harry sighed. �Whoever made this maze has Healer training.�

�� Ah.�
Lucius flexed his hands thoughtfully on his blanket. �Then perhaps the mystery
of your stabilization fields disappearing is not such a mystery after all.
Could the person controlling the maze have dissipated them from inside me?�

�� Harry shook
his head. �If they could, they would also have removed the stabilization field
on your chest,� he said. �I think that was an attack from outside, but I�m
afraid I have no suspects yet.�

�� Mmmm.�
Lucius was staring at him now as if he could see Harry�s every thought. �Suppose
that you perform a spell which will enable you to see the magic making up the
rest of the maze?�

�� Harry
blinked. �Such magic exists, of course,� he said slowly. �But it�s classed as
an invasion of privacy.�

�� By whom?�

�� The St.
Mungo�s authority, and independent Healers, and everyone who teaches
mediwizardry,� said Harry, his uneasiness growing. He stared at Lucius. �We�re
taught the incantation for use in emergency situations, but we�re not supposed
to��

�� You�re my
private Healer now,� Lucius said.

�� Mediwizard.�

�� Such
distinctions matter less than usual when we are talking about family,� Lucius said.
�You are a Malfoy. If you would consent to change your last name, you would be
one of us perfectly.� He looked wistful for a moment, but said, as Harry was
opening his mouth to protest, �Cast the spell, Harry. I wish to see what it
reveals.�

�� Harry
licked his lips. �I might get it wrong.�

�� Have you
got anything else wrong so far?� Lucius lay there on the pillows and studied
him as if this weren�t his life they were talking about.

�� You don�t
understand,� Harry said helplessly. No one really understood this part, not
even Ron and Hermione. �I�m not good at spells that require intense concentration,
unless fear pushes me the moment when I�d hesitate. I�ll fumble and mess it up.
It would be better if I just went on studying until I could recognize the
spells that comprise the maze from watching their effects on the spells I
already know.�

�� You do have a self-confidence problem,�
Lucius said. �How fortunate that I have the cure for such a problem in my
possession, and have used it several times over.�

�� If it�s a
spell��

�� Of course
not,� Lucius said, but gently, not as if he were scolding a child for being
stupid. No, this is more like scolding me
for ignorance, Harry thought, scowling at him. �It�s the doing of things
that you don�t think you can do, and doing them well. Now. Cast the spell. You
know the incantation. Do you think you�ll mess up the incantation?�

�� No!�

�� Do you
think your magic isn�t powerful enough?� Lucius sounded like Professor
McGonagall now. Harry had never thought that
was a comparison that would occur to him.

�� No!�

�� Then what
do you think is the problem, precisely?� Lucius gave him a leisurely look from
head to toe. At least Harry knew he was married, so the motive behind that scan
couldn�t be the same one his son would have had.

�� You�re
trying to heal me,� Harry snarled, aiming his wand, �and I�m the one who should
be healing you. Patefacio omnium!�

�� Only as the
blue light surrounded Lucius in a darting aura like streaks of lightning did
Harry realize the man was wearing a self-satisfied smile. He had fallen for one
of the older tricks in the book. Harry took several deep breaths to calm his
anger and forced himself to watch the pattern the blue light was sketching next
to Lucius. That would show any magical weaknesses he had�not only the Mirror
Maze.

�� The pattern
was also blue, and brilliant, and Harry had to squint a bit. But he nodded reluctantly
as he recognized the Mirror Maze turned sideways, and saw the names of the
spells that composed it appearing beside the strands. Yes, a Replication Charm,
and the Healers� spell that mapped the body. There were also several words that
he created another piece of imaginary parchment to record. They were certainly
Latin, but not words he recognized. He would have to look them up, or, more likely,
to ask Malfoy.

�� Volnero,� said a voice in his ear, so
gentle that Harry couldn�t even jump. �That�s �I cause pain� or �I wound.� A
more complicated and nastier version of the Cutting Charm, which can also be
used on objects instead of people. Hebeto.
Dark magic, plain and simple. It�s meant to imitate a death caused by wasting disease.�
His voice grew cold. �I don�t understand why they would bother with that one,
when they meant to kill my father in an obvious way.�

�� It�ll have
something to do with the way it�s bound into the other spells,� Harry murmured.
He reached out, not quite daring to touch the strand marked Hebeto. �See the way it thickens at the
end where it runs into the Body-Mapping Charm? I wouldn�t be surprised if that
means��

�� It�s meant
to deaden areas of his body, instead of the whole thing,� Malfoy said slowly. �Another
meaning of Hebeto is �I deaden.��

�� Exactly,�
Harry said, stifling his surprise that Malfoy had managed to learn so much from
the Healing books. Or is that just the
wonderful education he no doubt had in Dark magic? ��And in turn that might make the detection of
small wounds or vulnerabilities more difficult. I wonder��

�� Lucius screamed.

�� Harry
whipped back towards the bed at once. Lucius was arching off it, clawing at the
air. Then his arms froze, and a bloody whip wrapped them, a wave of arching
crimson that traveled quickly downwards towards his chest. Cuts were opening there,
too, in a pattern Harry recognized. It was as though an invisible Sectumsempra spell had been used on Lucius.

�� At the same
time, curving red lines opened around the edges of his face. And that one, Harry knew, was the Scalper�s
Curse, inaccurately named. It would tear a victim�s entire face off in a bloody
mask.

�� The enemies
who cast this had been clever. They
had buried spells that were no doubt designed to react this way on the
discovery of the Mirror Maze. Rather than risk that whoever was looking at the
maze could cure Lucius, they would forego their lingering revenge for a more
direct attack.

Harry knew how to stop the curses,
but it required the abilities of two Healers.
A single lone mediwizard wouldn�t stop it.

Unless�

Harry gave an impatient little
shrug. Panic is not permitted, Healer
Pontiff murmured to him, not when you
could be saving a life. Ron and Hermione would understand. He pointed his
wand at Lucius�s neck, halfway between the spell cutting into his torso and his
face where the Scalper�s Curse operated. �Sacrifici��

A hand slammed into his, knocking
his wand away and ruining Harry�s concentration. He turned on Malfoy with a
scream of frustration. �What the fuck are you doing?�

�� Not like
that,� Malfoy said, and his eyes were wild and staring. �Family members save
each other. They don�t sacrifice their lives for one another unless they can�t
help it, because that diminishes the size and power of the family.�

�� That�s the
only way to stop this!� Harry whirled around to face Lucius again. He had meant
to transfer the spells clawing their way across Lucius�s body to himself, and
then tug the whole Mirror Maze after him if he could. He started to perform the
spell again, and this time Malfoy seized his wrist in a crushing grip. Harry
tried to shake him off and couldn�t. The Scalper�s Curse was rounding Lucius�s
mouth now and heading for his forehead, where it would meet up with itself and
slice his face off. The Sectumsempra on
his chest was taking longer than it usually did, which Harry blessed; it seemed
that Lucius�s enemies couldn�t quite give up their notion of slow and painful
revenge.

�� Not like
that,� Malfoy hissed into his ear. �Like this.�

�� He wrapped
his arms around Harry and bowed his head.

�� And a
pulsing crimson glow flooded the room, originating around Harry�s heart and
Lucius�s and, from the shine behind him, Malfoy�s as well.

�� The light
washed back and forth for a moment, as if uncertain of its target. Malfoy
pulled Harry still closer and he felt his mind awash with Malfoy�s thoughts, as
if he had just used Legilimency on Harry. He could feel the insane
determination to heal his father, at least. Then Malfoy�s hands closed more
crushingly across his chest, forcing the breath out of him. The breath joined
the crimson as a glittering silver cloud, and then the cloud flew straight towards
Lucius.

�� Harry
watched as it settled on his face and chest like a fall of snow and rose petals,
and began to pull. The wounds contracted, throbbing like the light. Harry
opened his mouth to protest that this wouldn�t work, because Lucius had already
lost so much blood that he was in danger of also losing his life, and then he
realized the wounds were closing in reverse,
the blood that had risen from them flooding back into them, the scars undoing
themselves. The magic Malfoy had somehow summoned was not pulling them closed,
but sucking the Dark magic out.

�� Now this was a piece of magic Harry could
get behind, even if he wasn�t exactly sure how it was done. He reached down,
let his hands rest on Malfoy�s arms, and pushed more of his own magic into the
healing.

�� Malfoy
gasped, and so did Lucius. Harry had only a moment to worry he had done
something wrong before a wild galloping wave of power swept him up and swirled
him into a dazzling red and silver place.

�� He was
touching Malfoy�s thoughts and Lucius�s too, and he could feel their dazed wonder
at his magic, and their greed for it, and their stubbornness to outface their
enemies and survive, and so much else he was sure they would never have shown
anyone willingly that he was awed and humbled. He had no idea what they were
seeing from him that he hadn�t already demonstrated, but Malfoy�s arms
tightened possessively around him and Lucius�s satisfaction dripped over
everything, almost obscuring the crimson and silver brightness.

�� He whirled
twice and descended like a top, and then the Dark magic was gone, absorbed into
the current of blood and magic and love that connected the Malfoy family. Harry
could hardly believe it was possible; every healing spell he had heard of like
this worked by transferring the physical damage to the bodies of others. But
instead, the Dark magic was pushed into that crimson and silver place, where,
Harry dimly understood, it would be torn apart by the intense protectiveness
that the family felt for each other. It was as if evil had been exiled from the
world and love had replaced it.

�� You should
be familiar with the process,� Malfoy murmured into his ear. �That was the way
your own mother saved you, wasn�t it?� His hands were lightly stroking Harry�s
waist, in a way that made it clear he could break free at any time.

�� Harry didn�t
think he wanted to break free right now. He leaned his head against Malfoy�s
neck and closed his eyes. He didn�t need to open them to know that Lucius had
healed completely of the Dark magic the Mirror Maze had tried to inflict on him�though
the Mirror Maze itself still remained, so deeply anchored in his body there was
no simple way to rip it free.

�� Harry had
never had a lover who could help him
this way. Most of his lovers had simply been unfamiliar with Healing magic and
hadn�t wanted to learn more about it, and Xavier had actively despised his
career for taking away from Harry�s capacity for �real heroism.� But Malfoy had
tried to learn more about the process, had asked questions, and then had shown
Harry how to succeed in a situation where he would have been lost without the
help. Harry couldn�t explain how much that meant to him.

�� He opened
his eyes and saw Malfoy smiling down at him, his hair gone flyaway, his face
bright and soft. He reached up and trailed his fingers down Harry�s jaw, and
Harry heard his breathing quicken. Yet the hold on him remained light. He could
step away if he wanted to.

�� Harry had
never had that, either. He�d been the one to cling and adore and hope for a relationship
after the problems had appeared. Even with Julius, he�d entertained a mad hope
for one day that Julius would leave his wife for Harry. But this�

�� This�

�� And he
understood now what Lucius had meant when he said double motives could exist
without harming either of the people involved. Lucius wanted to have some sort of
tie to Harry, but he also wanted to help him advance, solely because he had
done things for the family that no one else ever had. Malfoy�Draco�wanted to
seduce him, but he also wanted to
help. Harry could avoid the seduction and still have the help, if he wanted.

�� He didn�t
know what he wanted yet.

�� He stood up
with a small shake of his head and looked at Lucius, because Draco�s presence
confused him more than was helpful right now. �How did you do that?�

�� How did we do that,� Lucius said, softly but
insistently.

�� Harry
hesitated, then inclined his head. Yes, it had to be. He would still retain a
sense of caution towards some of the things they might ask him to do, but he
couldn�t pretend to an emotional distance he didn�t feel after that experience.

�� How did we
do that?�

�� Lucius
smiled at him approvingly, and Harry was startled to realize how good that made
him feel. �Blood magic,� he said. �We pay a large price for our intense
devotion to family before all else, but we receive a few gifts from it, too.
Our blood can hold and contain foreign danger, just as it can embrace the foreigner
when it�s shared. And in this case it pushed the Dark magic out of the blood�out
of the body�into a place where it can be destroyed more easily. Our magic and
our minds, if you will.� He frowned and made a small movement with one hand. �The
parallel is not exact, but it is roughly true.�

�� Harry
nodded. And then he blinked, because suddenly every muscle in his body seemed
weighted with stones and his eyes were falling shut of their own accord.

�� Why am I
so tired?� he muttered, his head lolling back on Draco�s shoulder. Draco�s hold
on his waist firmed a little.

�� I don�t
know,� Lucius said, sounding concerned. �That magic should not have been a
drain on anyone who got a full night�s sleep.�

�� He didn�t,�
Draco said sharply. �He slept in a chair for most of the night, and only a few
hours at that. He was up most of the night researching. He neglects his own
health most disgracefully, Father. We shall have to do something about that.�

�� Harry
wanted to argue, but he was already sinking.

�� And, try as
he might, he could not muster concern at falling asleep in the presence of two
people who would have been enemies only a day before.

*

�� Mangacat:
Thank you! The shower and the house-elf both reappear.

�� Jilliane:
Thank you!

�� Hopefully
Harry�s attitude is explained a bit better in this chapter. He�s always been
wary of people offering him gifts; it�s not the way he was raised, and the Malfoys
(so far as he can tell) have no motives of friendship to do so. And now he�ll
have to think of them better.

�� Slytherdor:
Well, that�s addressed here. Draco does not regard Harry as his brother. ;)

�� qwerty: At
least Harry is a little more inclined to trust now, though he may not give up
his suspicions completely.

�� kittycat30:
The Malfoys would hang onto anyone who did for them what Harry�s done like grim
death. That it�s Harry is just icing on the cake for them.

�� YanaYugi:
At the moment, Harry doesn�t have much choice where he sleeps!

�� feltonslover:
Harry can enjoy life more when he�s sure that Draco and Lucius are both
essentially good people with good intentions towards him.

�� And this
story will probably be 16 or 17 chapters, maybe 20, in total.

�� Christabell:
Thank you! Harry has some of the same thoughts about Draco here when referring
to double motives.

�� LolaDiBlack:
Thanks very much! I think all the elements you mentioned go a long way towards
making the story original.

�� Thrnbrooke:
Thanks for reviewing!

�� harryxxx:
Thank you! Writing just from one character�s viewpoint is always a risk, but in
this case, a lot of Draco�s feelings are honestly visible.

�� Storm:
Thanks for reviewing!

�� FallenAngel1129:
Wait until you see in what capacity Rogers shows up!

�� hieisdragoness18:
So do I!

�� GoddessMoonLady:
Good guess on Draco�s tactics! He�s making a serious study of what Harry wants
and needs in his life and trying to give it to him while at the same time
getting what he wants and needs.

�� Werewolf
Mistress: Harry would argue that he�s been hired to think about Lucius all the
time, though.

�� acr1228:
Thank you! I think different characterizations of the Malfoys need different
homes.

�� Ann: Very
good guess (though if the Dursleys� abuse is playing into Harry�s rejection of
luxury, I think it�s only unconsciously). Harry does feel that he should
concentrate on healing Lucius and not on enjoying himself.
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