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Thirsting Needs Answered	By : Hikaru_Hitachiin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10669 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer= I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of the characters. I just take them out for a spin now and again. I make no money from this story. Slash (eventually), story first. :P Sorry Lemon seekers. Cannon until the Battle of Hogwarts.

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Everything changed in the manner once Harry had regained his composure, though it wasn't in a manner that Draco liked. He was distant, cut off, void of emotions and above all else he didnt want to talk to anyone. Harry had cut himself off emotionally so that maybe he could stay sane in insanity. Malfoy manor was starting to grate on his nerves every room he went into was different, but it held something eerie about the shadows that lingered. Moving within his rights as the Mediwitch allowed, Harry started searching for a way out of the manor, by any means necessary. Crazy. They think I'm Crazy; well They must, considering I'm being held prisoner. Harry felt as if his world had been completely turned upside down when he apparated with the dragonling, worse is what he had apparated to a location he didnt think that he had thought of. Deep in Harrys subconscious he was though, after all the meetings that they had been planning out, the box.
oh god, the box. Hermione...Charlie. Harry groaned at the thought of his friends finding the very personal box that held all the letters from Hermione to Draco, all the things that the blonde one kept hidden from the world; Sympathy.
Carefully Harry walked around a corner listening for anyone and although he heard no footsteps or skittering from any critter, he did hear the keys of a beautiful sad song humming through his very soul. The song sung to him in a manner that caused the pounding in his head to dull to a quiet thrum. as if he had been hypmotized, Harry Potter, the man who could withstand the Imperius, walked towards the gentle chords being played. He noticed subconsciously the closer that he got to the cracked door that seeped light from its depths, did the music get louder but even sadder.
Hunched at the Piano, Draco sat playing the piano in a manner that expressed every emotion that he was going through. Harry had been his obsession and now he had him in his very home and he couldn't comfort the man, He felt like the fates were playing a cruel trick putting the other in his path in such a manner. Long aristocratic fingers flew over the black and white tiles with such grace it was almost as if the keys were playing on their own.
Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the child who's fate was to kill the man who tormented every muggle, and every half blooded wizard who lived for so long, was stunned. He shadowed the door the doorway. Though his movements didn't make noise, a small muscle twitched in the blonde boys shoulder as the only tale that he knew that the other was watching him. Green eyes watched fingers move over keys like water over rocks, completely entranced by the movements Harry found himself questioning everything. When the two were in school together they constantly were badgering each other, but Harry also followed Draco around under his invisibilty cloak. How had he come to the predictament where his life was ruled by a malfoy. Had he always been ruled by the others presence though? oh god, he was going crazy. Harry thought to himself as he moved even further into the darkened room, though before he could stop himself he was now standing beside the blonde watching the expression of pure confussion on the pale face of the young Malfoy. He was heir to the Malfoy Manor, he wanted to make a name for himself, he was different. Maybe... Harry was thinking irrationally, it was only because he wanted out of this place that he was thinking that the blonde had changed.
"Have you changed?" Harry questioned out loud, though he hadn't meant to speak, then again he didnt mean to be looking over the shoulders of his old rival watching his majestic fingers either. A beaten hand stalled running through his brunette hair which was going in every direction possible. Dracos hands finally stalled in the middle of the melody that he was playing at the sudden question.
"I certainly like to think so. Not as petty, no more bullying, and trying to do right by others. I seem to failing that last part as of lately." Draco said in a soft aristocratic cadance, his fingers stroked the cream colored keys not looking up from the beautiful instrument. Sighing faintly, after about five minutes of silence between the two he turned straddling the bench to look up into emerald green orbs. "You hate it here, you feel trapped. All I wish if to free you."
"That is utter bull shit, Malfo..."
"Draco. My name is Draco, Harry." Draco had interrupted the startled brunette who had been speaking in rash anger, true the blonde knew that Harry was frustrated with the situation. The contraptions that Fred and George Weasley had created for him showed him exactly the frustrations the other was having. Harry made a look that was confusion at the way the other spoke.
"Mal...Draco, I can't stay here. I'm going crazy." He pleaded, his fingers moved to stroke the keys of the piano in thought. He was resigned to the black hole that was reaping havoc on his very being, body tense and strained as he was feeling the pounding in his head grow stronger with each passing second. "My head is constantly filled with the pounding of despair and depression."
Draco shook his head lightly removing his fingers from the cream colored keys as he listened to the others confessions, "The pounding you speak of has nothing to do with despair or depression, I've been researching how to stop it. However I have been able to find the reasonings behind the headaches. Follow me." Draco said rather sharply before composing himself to a less authorative tone, "please." a gentle sigh escaped him as he said the word. Harry was surpised to find that the Malfoy that he knew in Hogwarts seemed to be a completely different man, he had changed dramatically since the war. The war. He saved me. something in Harry made a mental note that maybe that this man changed long before Harry had started to get to know him. It made more sense that Draco had kept him here due to wanting to show the brunette that he had changed and maybe let the other get to know the real him, instead of the bully he was. Scoffing slightly Harry looked up from his musing to see Draco turn a corner and had to run to catch up to him.
"Wait, Mal..Draco. I'm never going to get used to that." The boy who lived shook his head slightly as he spoke, sighing as the pounding in his head seemed to grow expondentially as he ran. "Where are we going.?"
"To my study, Daizy will bring in some food and fire whisky, if you're feeling a bit better." Draco said knowing the little house elf was around to hear, she never was far from ear shot. After only a couple minutes the pair came to a doorway inside showed a simple desk but one that was filled with papers and machines. Draco entered humming softly as he moved the papers to another pile, cleaning the desk before reaching down to pull out the crinkled newspaper that Kingsley had given him when Harry had first arrived. "I've got a theory, though not one that has strong evidence in your situation, but if you would please explain to me when the pounding happened and what you were doing before it had happened. I should be able to come to a better conclusion, Harry." Draco had said in a rather formal manner sounding more like himself than he had in a while.
For the next few hours they talked about all the things Harry had done starting with going to the club he went to with Charlie. A few hours later and quite a few drinks of Firewhiskey Harry and Draco were actually talking civilized and laughing. Banging onto the desk Harry laughing spewing his drink all over the desk infront of him as Draco said something that made him lose all ability to swallow.
"Malfoy oh my god, where was this side of you in school?" a small about of Firewhisky dribbling down Harrys chin, long pianist fingers came out and a finger caught the small amount of liquid. Grey eyes met green a haze of something flashed over them before he quickly pulled his fingers away straightening his shirt sleeve.
"I, Harry, have always been like this. But we seemed to have been in a childish fight for a long while. I have wanted to put our past behind us and get to know one another as the men we are now not the childs we were." Draco said in a more somber tone, sighing gently he shook of his thoughts of how they acted growing up, knowing that he and Harry could have been good friends, but his pureblood status and attitude had gotten in the way. Scolding himself mentally he knew it was his pureblood status, but just that he acted the like a spoiled brat when he had first met the man, first in the shop then again on the train with the weasley.
"Draco, we came here so we could talk about my predicament."
Nodding faintly Draco bit his lower lip, only something he did when he wasn't really ready for the outcome of what he was about to say. "How bad is the pounding now?" He asked in a soft voice.
"It was louder until only a minutes ago, its duller now, but it is like music it is crecendoing into the agonizing sound of church bells , if you stood right under them." Harry said looking down at the ground as a hand came up to touch first his cheek, when he noticed the pounding to quiet, to his head where it was starting to return with a vegeance.
Humming the tune of "I've got a theory" from the t.v. show Buffy the Vampire Slayer, which oddly seemed appropriate at the moment, Draco moved around his desk so that he was now leaning against the wooden surface. "In a second I want you to tell me what your head does." Harry nodded shortly as he looked up at the other suddenly infront of him curiousity on what was about to happen.
(A/N I almost split this chapter here. But decided to give you it all sice youve been waiting so long.)
There was a small pause as Draco looked over Harrys face, all the lines in it from laughter and frowning, the scar on his forhead that made the man infront of him famous, the man he had been jealous at for so long. Harry now sat infront of Draco, in his home, waiting for the verdict on what was wrong with him. Something that had been wrong for along time, before the dragonling, but that party that Charlie and he went to. He had been stupid to go out the night before work, it made him do stupid things, it made him forget he was still human. Someone faced with so much war and violence growing up found that he wanted to continue living on the edge. There is something seriously wrong with me, Harry thought bitterly, Dragon trainging, Partyi..... Harry was about to start belittling himself and making himself feel guilty of the choices he made, when he felt something on his lips that made him come back to the present. Soft, and gentle, tasting of cinnamon, Harrys eyes focused on the man who was suddenly kissing him. The first response was to pull away, but he couldn't even move, his head stopped pounding like a drum and started to hum like the sound of wind whipsering through leaves. Without realizing what he was doing he lifted his hand into Dracos hair and pulled the lean man closer, over balancing him so he stumbled onto his knees infront of Harry. Groaning Malfoy leaned in closer his hands on Harrys thighs as he tried to keep himself balanced but failing and leaned further onto Harry, something he had dreamt about for so long. This wasn't the time nor place to fall victim to boyhood crushes, but was it, was he not only recently carrying the famous man into a pub after the idiot had aparated while still drunk.
Pain, there was a small amount of pain lanced through Draco's bottom lip as he felt Harry bite him, it was a small bite but still it caused him to return to what he was supposed to be doing. Quickly pulling away from Harry, as much as he could the other male still had his fingers locked into his blond locks, "Harry... You have to let me go." He said in a voice barely above a whisper, as it shook with suppressed emotions that were trying to erupt out of him, or maybe something else was trying to erupt.
A small growl was emitted from Harry's lips and his fingers tightened into the others hair, Draco winced slightly and bowed his head slightly in a sign of submission, "Please Harry, Release me." He said once again in the same tone but this time with a little more of his malfoy authority behind it, submitting didn't mean that he caved to anothers entire whim. Grey eyes met Vivid Green ones before Harry sagged slightly in his chair with a small grin on his lips, his fingers sliding out of Dracos hair releasing him, he felt sated but still something lingered. "How are you feeling?" Malfoy said as he stood up and moved as gracefully but quickly behind his desk to hide his obvious enjoyment of their kiss.
"I feel like I could take over the world."
"You could do that before. You are the Man who lived." Harry chuckled at the others words.
"I hated being called that, I still do. However to answer your question, I feel. Light. Better. The pounding has turned into butterfly wings flying." Humming softly to the tune that he had heard Malfoy playing earlier on the piano, "Wait...." Harry's head snapped up to look at the blushing blonde. "We just...I just... why did you do that?" his head spun slightly as his mind tried to race to catch up what they had done.
"Most would say I like you..." not wrong, Draco thought sadly, "However, with what you've divulged to me, I know what your ailment is. Psychic Vampire, one who feeds on touch. There are many ways to feed, but I think since you're new and you've not honed your abilities, you have to touch to feel release from your hunger."
"Woah woah woah, back up, Ferret, what did you say? Have you gone completely Looney?" Harry almost felt like Ron as he spoke those sentences and laughter almost bubbled up his chest, but at the moment he needed to be serious.
"Its the main reason why I haven't let you leave yet. There has been someone turning people at clubhouses, Kingsley came to talk to me about it, to see if I could uncover who the vampire was. You just happened to come into my life at about that time, then you appeared in my enterance hall with a dragonling." Malfoy actually did laugh as the memory seemed to replay in his mind.
"I think I'm going to be sick." Harry said faintly as he ran out of the room, his body unused to everything that was coursing through him, he felt alive but hearing Draco's words made everything go sour.

"And I need to sleep." Draco said to the retreating form, his hand falling onto his leg rather close the length which was still hard, groaning he let his head fall onto the desk banging it a few times feeling like Dobby as he mildly chanted "stupid" under his breath, as his fingers ventured to his pants to rid himself the hardon he had.
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