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Bleared Perspective (Cherry)	By : Lunarsempai Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10139 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Cherry

Rating: 16 and up

Warnings: Slash, anti-trio (sorta), pro Malfoys, anti-Weasleys (sorta), Non-betaed, Creature-fic, AU, OoC, OCs

Disclaimer: I do not in any way, shape or money making form own Harry Potter or any characters attached to that name they belong solely to their creator and publisher I just borrow them for fun.

Notes: “talking” ‘Thinking’ Parseltongue Demon language

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Draco was very angry. He was stuck in his seat until someone, namely his father, released him. He had seen Harry being taken away and tried to follow but his parents were shrewd and placed a sticking charm on him. “Draco, are you ok?” Blaise asked, watching his friend struggle in his seat. “Do I look ok Blaise?” He growled out, trying to move the bench as well but he soon found that it was stuck to the ground. “I’m surprised that you aren’t going after Potter” Pansy commented, digging into her breakfast of toast and marmalade. Draco glared at her.

“Awww is little Draco stuck” The twins said, appearing out of nowhere. Almost everyone on the bench flinched and the rest of the Great Hall lowered their voices. “What are the two of you doing here” Draco seethed, trying to get lose from the bench. “Aww Dray, don’t be like that, not when we’ve come to help you.” The twins replied, smiling. “As you can see I’m busy and don’t have time for your games.”

“Really? We can get you out for a small favour” They said, advancing on the boy.

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Lucius Malfoy was currently sitting with his wife and wondering why she was so crazy. He watched her walk around Harry’s bed fretting and worrying over the boy. They both knew that he wasn’t going anywhere and with her fretting over his side it would just make it harder on his senses. “You know you wouldn’t be in this position if you had listened to me.” He said, somewhat unwisely. “Excuse me” Narcissa quickly turned on her husband. “What does that mean?” She hissed in such a way that it did not sound like a question.

“Well,” Lucius began, taking a step back as Narcissa closed the distance between them. “You see, if you had just left the boy alone-” The growl that left Narcissa’s mouth made Lucius pause. “I am going to leave now and when I come back we will talk” She said, practically growling all of her words. When she was gone Lucius sighed in relief. ‘Maybe I shouldn’t have said that’ He thought, moving towards the infirmary door. It was time to go get his youngest.

Madam Pomfrey stood back and sighed, she wondered when the Malfoys had contact with Harry to harm him in such a way. She clucked her tongue and bustled over to her patient. The Malfoy matriarch was sitting by his bedside and stroking his hair, her expression was blank. “Professor Malfoy, I would need some room to attend to my patient” She said, gesturing to the tray of potions floating behind her. Narcissa looked her way, said nothing and moved to the other side of the bed.

Madam Pomfrey cast a few spells on the boy and he groaned in pain. “He seems to be growing into his demon blood” Narcissa whispered, smiling fondly. “Demon blood!” Madam Pomfrey shouted, eyes wide as saucers. “Is that what you and your husband did to Harry?! You experimented on him?!” She was practically screaming. Narcissa glared at the mediwitch, “We have done no such thing and you would do well not to say that!”

Harry groaned and then whimpered. He bunched up in the bed but never awoke. “Your patient is an Empath and all you can do is push your fear and troubles onto the nearest available person. Harry is in a vulnerable state and even that bit of emotion can send him reeling permanently into madness.”

The mediwitch started at the demoness. “How do you know so much? I wasn’t aware you were a Healer”

“I was once training to be a healer”

“Why did you stop?”

With a smile on her face Narcissa replied, “I met Lucius”

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The twins were currently trying to buy Draco’s soul or something to that equivalent. He had accepted their help but now they were haggling over the price. The twins wanted three favours each from him and he was only willing to give them one each. “Don’t you want to see your mate?” They asked, grinning. They knew they had him. However, before he could agree his father stepped up from behind the twins.

“What are you doing?” Their father asked “Didn’t I tell you to stay away from your brother?”

The twins went pale “Well, uh, you see…” They began but their father had no patience for them. “Leave” and they did. “Bye brother, have fun” They left quickly before Draco could protest. “Come with me” Lucius said, picking Draco off the bench. Draco followed behind him as he left, nodding to his housemates as he did so.

Once they were out of the great hall Draco asked his father, “Dad, why did you stick me to the bench?” Lucius almost smiled. He could tell son wanted to inquire about Harry but he kept his cool. “Well son,” He began, “Your mate is an Empath and he just realised. Your mother and I knew you would hover over him worrying and that would not be conductive, especially given how strong of an Empath he is, though your mother seems to be doing the same” Draco mulled the information over. “Is Harry ok?” Lucius smiled and ruffled Draco’s hair, something he hadn’t done since the boy turned fourteen. “He’s fine. He has your mother looking over him and Madam Pomfrey as well.”

“Then we should hurry, who knows what mother might do if Madam Pomfrey crosses her.” Draco quickened his pace and Lucius smiled, they had raised their children well. He moved quickly to catch up to his youngest and followed him into the infirmary. He was surprised to see his mate sitting down and speaking with the mediwitch peacefully. ‘I’m still angry with you Ci.’ She growled in his head and he winced at the tone and name. She only ever called him Ci when she planning on moving to a guest room.

“Harry” Draco called out, moving towards his mate. He kneeled by the bed and held his hand trying to send him waves and waves of love through his arm. He squeezed his hand gently when Harry’s fingers twitched. It didn’t matter how long it took Harry to awaken; he would wait.

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Harry awoke with a start and looked around. He sighed in relief when he saw that he was in the Gryffindor’s seventh year boys’ dormitory. The boy-who-lived was happy to know that that scene he caused in the Great Hall was just a dream. He slid his hand through his hair and adjusted his glasses. ‘Wait a minute…’ He thought, ‘Why are my glasses on?’ He looked down and saw that he was wearing the same clothes as he had on in his dream. He paled at the thought. “Oh Merlin…”

“What about Merlin?”

Harry’s head shot up and he quickly looked at the foot of his bed. There sat a very naked and unashamed version of himself with red eyes. This new Harry was smiling at him and didn’t have the scar on his head. He quickly grabbed his wand and pointed at the doppelganger. “Who are you and how did you get in here?” He seethed quickly going through the most effective way to detain the intruder. “I was born here” the copy said, voice rougher than Harry’s own voice. ‘This voice-’

“Yup it is me, the voice”

“How did you know what I was going to say?” Harry asked, narrowing his eyes. He waved the wand in the voice’s face for good measure. “I live in your head” The voice replied, “That is my domain and I am master of it. That is where we are now, see” The voice waved his hand and suddenly the area around them shimmered and became a roaring field filled with restless Quidditch fans. Harry turned to his guide and glared, this time he was close enough to stab the other in the neck with his wand. “How do I know you aren’t some Death Eater Trick?”

“Well you don’t” The other appeared calm for having a wand in its jugular vein. “If you want to discern whether or not it’s really me then you could ask me something only you would know.” Harry thought about it for a few seconds. His past was one thing he knew few people would know about. “But don’t ask me about how many times a day you wank because any demon can tell just by smelling you” Harry’s face took on a look of horror while the voice just smiled at him. Somewhere in the back of his mind he thought that maybe he should name it.

“I don’t believe you!”

“Oh well, I guess we just have to tease Draco a little more then.” The voice smiled and started humming the Monty Python theme. “Ok… you.” Harry started, “If you are me then how old was I when I broke my arm and how did I do it?”

The doppelganger hummed under his breath a little. The question wasn’t too hard and only five people knew the answer to that, if you counted the doctor that set it. “You were six years, three months, one week and four days old when you broke your arm. It happened when that little pig of a boy we call cousin sent his goons after us.” At this point Harry’s clone sneered in a way reminiscent of Draco Malfoy “We climbed a tree to escape him but he lit the base on fire and when we tried to jump to the closest tree we missed and got our arm broken. It broke in three places”

Harry’s mouth hung open before he closed it again; the roar of the fans in the stadium filling in what would have been awkward silence. “So you aren’t lying,” Whispered the boy who lived. He sat down on his bed in the dorms and the other Harry sat next to him, head cocked to the side. “What do you want from me?” He asked, after the initial shock wore off. “Nothing much just wanted to tell you to accept Draco’s offer is all.”

Harry looked at the doppelganger, anger written on his face. “I refuse” Harry said coolly. The other him narrowed his eyes at Harry’s glare. “I wanted to give you a chance to think it over Harry but apparently you want to do things the hard way.” The boy snapped his fingers and they were in a long white hall way filled with doors. An invisible forced pushed him down the hall until he stood in front of a door marked ‘Biomechanics’

“This is why you should never piss of your instincts Harry; It might come back to bite you” Harry fought against the force pushing him from behind as the door in front of him blew open. A laugh filled the air as he was pushed into the darkened room.

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Naricissa looked at the medi-witch and smiled, the look of pure shock n her face almost made it worthwhile telling her. She watched the normally sharp and witty woman struggle for words as she drank her tea. It was a little too sweet for her taste but it would have to do.

Madam Pomfrey struggled to find the right way to phrase her question without sounding judgemental. As a practicing medi-witch, it was not her place to judge those under her care, or their families. “Why,” She began slowly, as if testing the waters. “Why leave being a medi-witch for being a house wife?”

Narcissa smiled and put her tea down. “It’s because of who he is that I left my training Poppy” She said, voice soft and filled with emotion. “He is charismatic in ways I had never known a person to be and opportunity follows him like a lost pup”

Pomprefy didn’t seem too convinved by the other’s bold statement. Opportunity? To do what exactly? She was never one to judge a book by it’s cover but she couldn’t wrap her head around the situation. It had to be a joke. “If opportunity follows him, what did you gain from it?”

‘Besides the most wonderful mate and children?’ Narcissa smiled, “Now that is something I am not at liberty to say” She replied, laughing as the medi-witch began to sputter. Sometimes it was just too easy baiting the humans.

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Draco watched his mate silently. He watched him writher in his sleep and almost climbed into the bed with him. He father came around the corner and placed his hand on his son’s shoulder. “Be patient for now Draco, he will wake soon.” The young demon nodded and kept his eyes trained on his future mate.

The raven stirred in his bed and opened his eyes slowly. They fluttered and fell close again with a groan. Lucius took his leave as Draco pulled Harry to his chest. Harry moved slowly into the warmth surrounding him. He felt relieved and pretty content to stay there. He was going back to the darkness when he heard a voice calling him softly. He snuggled into his pillow and muttered angrily. His pillow shook and he smiled.

“Harry! Are you ok?”

“He was before you showed up Granger.”

Harry listened as the voice argued, it was frustrating. He felt a small headache bloom behind his eyes. “He is my friend! Of course I’m allowed to see him.”

“Get lost Granger he’s not in the mood for company!”

“Don’t tell me what I can or can’t do Malfoy, Whether or not I can be here is entirely up to Harry.”

“Would the two of you shut up” Harry muttered, pulling away from his nice warm pillow. He rubbed his eyes and reached for his glasses. He looked around a bit confused before he realized that the nice warm pillow he was sleeping on was the blonde. Before he could comment on the fact (Read; scream), a sense of peace flooded him. He smiled at the two who looked on expectantly.

“Are you ok Harry,” Hermione asked, sitting opposite Draco. The Boy-Who-Lived nodded and responded with “I’m fine, just tired”

‘And a bit freaked out’ He thought with a frown as his dream came back to him. Hermione wasn’t convinced but let the matter drop.

“Oh Harry! You’re awake.” Narcissa cooed, moving next to the new empathy. She set down a kit next to him and gave him a flat grey stone to hold. Behind her madam Promfrey squawked about Harry being her patient. She was ignored.

“How are you feeling Harry?” She asked, examining his eyes for signs of dilation. “I feel ok” he said as she checked his pulse. Harry found it odd that she did everything the muggle way. She gave him a red stone to hold. He squeezed it and growled under his breath; suddenly feeling irritated. “and how do you feel now?” She asked, checking his eyes and pulse again. She recorded the data. “A little irrated” He answered.

She tuted and gave him stones of various colours to hold. She kept asking how he felt and he replied with a different feeling every time. When finally she put away the last stone, a green one that had him feeling a little sick, she said, “You are a perfectly functioning empathy Harry, though your powers are only going to grow in the coming times.” She smiled at him and harry forced a smile back in return.

Narcissa packed everything away and made to leave. “Unfortunately, you won’t be able to have guests or return to your classes for the next week.” Harry opened his mouth to protest but Narcissa gave him a stern look and he stopped. He could tell she meant business. “Now everyone leave, and let Harry recuperate” Harry groaned and wondered why the world had it out for him.

Before either the head boy or girl could protest, they were pushed out of the door, leaving the boy who lived and the medi-witch to themselves.

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The next day rose to find Draco Malfoy in horrible mood. Everyone was running just to get out of his way and many of the upper years faced his wrath more than once. In the Great Hall he pushed his food around on the plate while his usual gang stared at him. No one was brave enough to confront the angry blond and, as it being Sunday, very few people were not fully awake to do so.

Draco began pushing more and more of his food around his plate and then he started growling at it. “What is it Pansy,” he huffed in irritation “I know you want to say something” he put his fork down and turned to face her. Whether or not he liked what she had to say he would listen to her, he didn’t make her his second in command for no reason.

“Fine” She huffed in return, putting her fork down. “You’re being a dick Draco. Everyone is completely terrified of what you might do after last night.” Draco grimaced. He didn’t mean to call Goyle a fat muggle with a permanent snorous charm on and hexed him onto a giant wheel, it just happened. “And what if they are?”He said instead, “A little fear is good for them” Pansy glared at him and readied a retort when a blur of tanned skin tackled the blond to the floor.

The figure held Draco’s hands over his head and forced him into a kiss. Everyone dropped what they were doing in favour of gapping before the enraged demon flipped the other guy over and smacked his head into the ground. While he was over him, Draco took in the other boy’s features. He had a moonish face that played host to large wide eyes and long bow lips. Draco took a sniffed at the other boy and knew he was a demon. Judging from the build of the boy under him he could tell the other was a dominant, so why did he attack him?

The unknown dom’s face screwed up in confusion. “Hey! You’re not a sub!”

Draco growled at him, “Of course I’m not” He got off him and let him stand up. The other demon sat up and sighed, “Ah I saw this picture of a cute sub being passed around in the Western Compound and I knew i had to have him” at this point Draco blanched and looked about ready to kill the demon. The demon seemed to take no note of the change and continued prattling on. “So I trained really hard and everything hoping that I got impress him and I came here when I thought I could but it turns out you’re just a Dominate” at this point the demon sighed. “Oh my name is Leroy by the way.” He got up and held out his arm. “Leroy of the Western Compound’s Bull Clan’s Second Branch.” Draco refused to shake the offered appendage. Leroy continued smiling, not in the least offended.

“Draco, what have your mother and I taught you about respecting guests.” Lucius’ smooth baritone rang out through the whispering Great Hall. Draco frowned but dropped his head a bit in shame. He should be representing his family not acting like a spoiled brat. He took the arm, grabbing it by the bicep as Leroy did the same. Draco almost winced when the smile got even bigger. “I am Draco” He said, watching the other dom closely. He was dressed really weird. His outfit was completely black and covered in zippers that crisscrossed over the entire outfit. It had short sleeves and a high collar coupled with combat boots. On the left side of his chest sat a crest that looked a lot like a bull. The entire ensemble was edged in silver. “What are you-”

“It’s you!” Leroy screamed, short brown hair flowing around his head. He pulled away from the hybrid and moved towards where Lucius was standing with Narcissa. He had a large moonish stare and his mouth was hanging open. “Evan... King of Sliders.*” Lucius’ eye twitched and Naricissa covered her mouth to stop herself from laughing. Lucius turned to leave as his wife continued giggling behind her hand. Draco quickly snapped out of his stuppour and followed his father, trying to question him about what Leroy meant by “Evan, King of Sliders.”

Once they were in a more secluded place Leroy sat on the ground and folded his knees. He waited patiently while Draco spoke with his parents. He wondered if the lizard demon would give him an autograph. He hoped so, it would make his friends jealous if they knew he saw THE Evan.**

“Dad, what’s a Slider? And why are you king of it?”

“I have no idea Draco but that’s what I intent to find out.”

“Why is he calling you Evan then?” Draco asked, looking back over his shoulder. The demon, Leroy, had a happy go lucky look on his face that make Draco just a little ill to see. Before Lucius could answer his son Narcissa commented, “It’s because that’s his name Draco, your father is convinced that the Gaurdians could track him by name so he stopped using it in favour of this one.”

“Narcissa he doesn’t need to know that.” Lucius hissed, mixing parsletongue with English. Narcissa just smiled at her mate. He was too cute some times. “Lucius you just have to accept the fact that you have fans they aren’t going to go away just because you want them too.” Narcissa said. Lucius looked angry and Draco was more than a little confused. Since when did his dad have fans?

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Harry was sitting in the hospital wing bored stiff. He couldn’t tell if his powers as an empath were getting stronger or not because so few people would visit him... or rather so few people were allowed to visit him. Madam Pomfrey always made him feel calm but with a kind of strictness he had only once associated with Professor McGonagall. Then there was Professor Malfoy who was so calm he wondered if she ever felt any other emotions. He almost wished Fred and George were in the school so he could at least have some laughs.

“Hi Harry, how’s it going,” the boy-who-lived almost jumped out of his seat when he heard the twin voices from either side of him. There stood the Malfoy twins, still in their suits and grinning like mad men. He wondered how the uptight Malfoys managed to produce such children when the other two were more or less clones of their parents.

“What are you two doing here?” He asked, finally settling back down, he couldn’t help but feel brighter with the two of them around and it was not the complete fault of his abilities. “So Harry, why are you in the hospital on this wonderful day?” they asked in unison. It was one thing that made them different from Fred and George, They spoke in unison. Harry grinned, “Your mom put me here because I’m an empathy” at those words he could feel their energy drain out of him. He was calm and just this side of happy but not like before. He noticed they hadn’t stopped smiling.

“Congratz sis! You’ll make a fine empath” They said, grins angering Harry slightly. “I’m not a girl” He said, scowling at the two of them as they laughed. Soon they finished and quiet reigned once more.

“Which one of you were at the station?” Harry asked, suddenly remembering the beginning of year fiasco, “and why did you help me?”

“Inn!”

“What?! I just wanted to see him”

“But as yourself?!”

Harry blinked, he didn’t mean to start a fight between them but he wasn’t sure he could call this a fight they were so calm. He heard them both sigh and turn his attention back to them. “Ok Harry if you want to know the truth.” Innokentiy started, rubbing his forehead. Matata glared at him before the other could continue. “Here it is, We knew you and Draco were mates Harry, for awhile now”

Harry swallowed, he was afraid of the answer but he prompted the other to continue with a question. “How long have you known?”

“Ten years now”

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End notes: Horrible chapter is horrible :P While I was at my desk this chapter mocked me because it is evil.

*Sliders: They’re like skateboarders except with Hoverboards, the name originates from the way they “Slide” off metal objects.

**Evan: On the compound your name has to be attached to a title to show where you belong on a scale. In order to achieve a status where your name can stand alone you must be either notorious or famous.

And before I forget, the thing with the favours is something Lucius made to make Draco feel better at being the only one without ready access to money. He could feel like he earned some but the twins got involved and it kinda got out of control from there.
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