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The Dragon Queen\'s Chosen	By : BlackDawnRose Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3152 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 8
- 9
- 10
Discussions, Agreements and Separation
The next couple of weeks flew by much like the first few had. Harry and Astoria warmed to each other quite quickly which pleased both themselves and Draco greatly. They spent their days studying together, the pair taking turns teaching Harry new skills while at the same time helping each other not to fall behind in their own studies. Harry perfected his defensive shield as well as learning how to create shields that would keep him from being seen or heard. They taught him to pull items to him, which was even more similar to accio than calling items in and was only used when the item was in sight range. Those were the last skills he would learn over the summer as they didn't want to overload him before they had to head back to school. He spent the rest of the summer revising those skills and getting back into the habit of using his wand for everything, not an easy feat as they first had to find Harry's wand. He was more than a little surprised when they did find it in the alley and still miraculously intact.
They spent a lot of time speaking psychically to each other over the final weeks as that wasn't a jewelled talent Harry would have to hide and Draco wanted him to be as adept at it as possible before they returned to school.
While Astoria spent most of the day with them she left them alone during breakfast and only chatted to them for a little while after dinner before retiring to her room and giving them time alone, which Harry was grateful to for. He looked forward to his nights alone in bed with Draco; they were something he was going to miss desperately when they went back to school.
They'd spoken about the night Astoria arrived and the lust they'd both felt building within them during that kiss. Both had admitted they weren't ready to take that step in their relationship yet and had agreed to continue on as they had been before it happened. They agreed to speak about it further when they did feel like they were ready. Harry was happy with that outcome, he didn't want to rush anything after what had happened to him at the start of summer, but he also hadn't wanted Draco to become impatient with him while he was working toward being ready.
When he'd mentioned this to the blonde Draco had given him the sweetest and most caring smile Harry had ever seen before kissing him softly and promising he would never become impatient with Harry or push him into anything. He'd cuddled Harry close and told him that as long as he could kiss him and cuddle him like this he'd be happy to wait as long as Harry needed. They had a long life to live there was no reason to rush anything.
Harry had kissed him softly and cuddled into his side, thanking him quietly for being so wonderful. He'd come dangerously close to telling the other boy he loved him, but had managed at the last second to stop himself, not sure if he should really be saying it yet.
Truth be told, he did love Draco. He wasn't sure when his feelings of caring had evolved into love, but that night, Harry had known for a fact that they had. He was in love with Draco; all he had to do now was decide when he should tell him.
A week before the holidays were to end and three days before Harry was to head to the Weasleys, as he's organised at the beginning of summer, so he could spend some time with the family before they had to go back to school, Harry and Draco were snuggled up together in bed, enjoying one of their last nights of togetherness. Over the holidays they'd mulled over what they were going to do about their relationship when they returned to school and at that moment they were both deep in thought about the subject. Should they tell their friends or keep it to themselves? Draco had to tell his parents which made Harry quite nervous, a feeling intensified by the fact that he now knew Snape was one of those parents and would undoubtedly be very upset by the news.
Gryffindor was going to lose so many points that year.
They both knew they couldn't continue on like they had been; acting like they hated each other was going to be a nightmare not to mention painful and they had no desire to hurt each other anymore. Still, they couldn't just come out and say they were together, the school would have a complete freak out and more than likely accuse Draco of brainwashing Harry since most of the school were under the impression that the Malfoy's were evil. Draco was also worried about the danger revealing their relationship might cause for Harry when the other Malfoy's found out. So they had to come up with a plan that would allow them to at least act like friends until school finished, but wouldn't draw any unnecessary attention to the pair.
"I think we should keep it to ourselves for now," Draco broke the silence. "I mean, we both know our friends are not going to take it well and both Weasley and Parkinson are prone to having big mouths when something bothers them."
"Yeah, that's true," Harry agreed with a sigh. "Well I agree with you on that part, any ideas about the rest?"
"Actually I did think of one," Draco replied. "What if, right at the start of the year, we call a truce? We make a big show of sitting down together and deciding that our fighting is stupid and childish and that we should put it all behind us and try to get along so we can focus on our last couple of years of school without having to worry about the other sabotaging us. We are in our sixth year now, we're growing up; it wouldn't be that crazy to say that we're just over all of the shit and want to put it behind us. Once we've done that we can go about our daily business without everyone expecting us to snark at each other. What do you think?" the Malfoy asked.
"I like it," Harry replied with a smile. "Do you think we should make a show of attempting to build up a friendship between us so when the world does finally work out that we're together it isn't such a frightening shock for everyone?" he asked.
Draco looked torn, "I don't know," he replied. "I mean, for that reason it would be a marvellous idea and it would mean we got to spend some time together without having to sneak around."
"But?" Harry prompted knowing there was more the Slytherin wanted to say.
"Father's relatives and the ministry," Draco replied, "You're already in enough danger on a daily basis because of the Death Eaters and the general crap that goes on in the castle, if the other Malfoy's found out we were friends…I just don't want to see you get hurt," he finished looking down at Harry with worried eyes. "The damn bastards really are everywhere."
Harry smiled and leant up to kiss the other boy. "I'll be fine," he reassured softly. "Like you said my life's already in danger on a regular basis, a little more can't hurt. Besides, I have my jewels now, if I'm in danger I can shield without anyone noticing and concentrate the rest of my energy on fighting back. I'll be fine, Draco, I'm more concerned about whether it would cause a problem for you or your family. Will the ministry give you a hard time over being friends with me?" Harry asked, the thought suddenly occurring to him.
Draco shook his head, "I don't think so. When they find out we're together I have no doubt they will, but I don't think a little friendship will hurt as long as we're not too chummy," he replied.
"Then it's settled, that's what we'll do," Harry stated decisively.
"All right then, just be careful all right," Draco warned.
"I will if you will," Harry bargained.
"Deal," Draco agreed with a chuckle.
For a moment they lay in silence; then Harry sighed. "I'm going to miss this," he said mournfully. "Why can't summer be longer? Sleeping is going to suck without you beside me."
"I actually had a thought about that too," Draco said softly and Harry perked up slightly.
"You did?" he asked hopefully.
"Yeah, what if you and I applied to be prefects this year?" Draco suggested with a grin. "We'd get our own rooms and no one would be around to check if we were in them."
"I like how you think, Malfoy," Harry complimented. "And being that you're Snape's favourite –something that makes a lot of sense now that I know your history- you'll definitely get it for Slytherin, meaning that even if I don't get it for Gryffindor I can still sneak out with my invisibility cloak or a sight shield and come visit you," Harry decided with a smirk.
"You'll have to be on the lookout for dad though," Draco warned, "He's blood too, he'll be able to see right through any sight shield you create because his jewel is darker than yours."
"Can he sense me through my invisibility cloak?" Harry asked curiously. "A couple of times I thought he could but other times I've managed to sneak right past him and he doesn't seem to have any idea I'm there."
"I don't know, I guess we'll find out," Draco replied.
They relapsed into silence for another few minutes and Harry pondered over whether he should confess his feelings for the Slytherin now, while they were having a nice evening together in their bed, or wait until another time. If the blonde wasn't ready to hear it their nice evening could end rather abruptly.
"What's wrong, Harry?" He heard Draco's soft voice in his mind.
Maybe it would be easier to tell him like this, or better still maybe he should just let Draco see. During his training with the jewels Draco had taught him about the mind and how it had barriers that helped protect it from being invaded. The top levels of the mind were where normal day to day thoughts lived, so someone breaching those barriers could be a little embarrassing but wasn't too concerning. In the deeper recesses of the mind were secret thoughts and feelings, things people kept close to their heart that they didn't want others to know. In the middle of the mind was its core and if that was invaded by another, stronger mind, it could have severely damaging consequences for the person whose mind was being attacked. The deeper into the mind someone went the more information they were privy to about another and the more painful it was for that person. This was a concept Harry was already familiar with from his occulmency lessons with Snape the previous year, so learning how to strengthen those shields around his mind was easier than he imagined it was for others.
If you wanted someone to have access to a thought or a feeling you could drop your barriers and allow them entrance to your mind. At that moment, Harry thought that perhaps it would be easier, and a little more intimate, to drop some of his mental barriers and allow Draco to see what he was feeling rather than telling him. He tilted his head up and studied the beautiful boy for a moment in consideration. Would Draco want to know yet?
"Harry are you okay?" Draco asked concerned.
Harry opened his mouth to reply, thinking that dropping his barriers would be taking the cowards way out, but the words caught in his throat, "Draco I…I um…I…" He trailed off with a sigh, shaking his head at himself. This was stupid; they'd only been together for eight weeks or so, it was too early to be telling the other boy this. "Nothing, it's fine, don't worry about it," he replied looking down and feeling more than a little cowardly, while at the same time kicking himself mentally for thinking this was a good idea to begin with.
A hand slipped under his chin and tilted his head up to look at the blonde ice prince. Draco's gorgeous, gunmetal eyes gazed adoringly into his for what felt like hours before the boy whispered, "I know what you want to say. I can feel what you're feeling, it's another psychic gift the blood have and I'll teach it to you one day. I already know what you feel, but I want you to say it. Only when you're ready, there's no rush and no pressure, but I want to hear you say it. I feel it too, I promise you, but I want you to take the lead on this, all right."
Harry was stunned silent and Draco gave him a soft smile before kissing his forehead gently and pulling Harry close, pressing his face into Harry's hair.
The silence returned and after a few minutes Harry plucked up his courage and whispered. "I love you, Draco."
"I love you too, Harry," the young Malfoy replied and Harry could hear the happiness in his voice.
Harry smiled and snuggled in closer to the Slytherin closing his eyes. "Goodnight, love," he whispered.
"Goodnight, sweetheart," Draco replied and Harry drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face.
XX
Saying goodbye was very emotional for the two boys. Even though they knew they'd be seeing each other again soon, they also knew it wouldn't be the same, and that was a hard thought to wrap their minds around.
"It won't be long before we're back on the train and heading for Hogwarts," Draco said as he held Harry close and stroked his hair. "We'll see each other in no time but … it hurts to see you go all the same. I'm going to miss you, Harry."
"I'm going to miss you too," Harry replied, "It'll be so weird going to bed and waking up without you beside me, not being able to snuggle up to you at night, or just feel your presence close by. It'll be hard but we'll survive, right?" he asked sadly and Draco leaned forward to kiss him.
He pulled back after a few moments and lent his forehead against Harry's, "If you need me, for anything, you call for me. I don't care what time it is or how small the need, I will always answer, I promise," he whispered, kissing Harry on the forehead. "I love you."
"I love you too," Harry replied reaching back to slide his fingers into Draco's soft, platinum blonde hair, enjoying the feel of the long, silky locks sliding through his fingers. While he'd had a trim to tidy his hair and make it a little easier to manage Draco had kept his word to Harry and not cut it back to the length it had been before the holidays. He'd admitted to Harry that he actually liked it long and found it easier when brewing potions as he could tie it back and keep it out of his way.
Harry had considered cutting his own and had done so, but only to the length of his shoulder blades. He found it made him look a good deal like Sirius and he'd kept it that way as a tribute to his godfather.
He'd spoken about Sirius to Draco, but only so far as to tell him that the man was his godfather and that he was innocent of the crimes he'd been incarcerated for. He didn't mention that he knew where the other man was; as much as he'd come to trust the young Malfoy it wasn't his secret to tell and he knew there was bad blood between Sirius and the rest of the black family, which included Draco's mother. One day he'd find a way to prove the man's innocence to the world, until that day came he had to keep Sirius his secret, even if that meant keeping knowledge of him from the dragon queen herself. Harry owed it to his parents.
He snuggled in to Draco, savouring the feeling of being able to hold the other boy close. He knew it wouldn't be long before he'd be able to hold him like this again, but he also knew that the next time he did hold Draco they'd have to be on their guard in case someone spotted them. Eventually he pulled back; knowing Ron and the others would be waiting for him and not wanting them to worry.
"I'll see you soon," he promised the young Malfoy. "Good luck with your parents; let me know how it goes, all right. And remember, the same applies to you, contact me if you need to, I'll be here."
Draco smiled and kissed him once more. "I will," he promised, gazing lovingly into Harry's eyes.
"Okay, you two have had enough time to snuggle and be sickening, I want a cuddle now," Astoria broke into their moment and Harry pulled reluctantly away from the young Malfoy to give Astoria a hug.
"Goodbye, Astoria," he said softly. "I don't know when I'll get to see you again, but I hope it's soon. I'm really glad I got a chance to get to know you this summer."
"Yeah, me too," Astoria replied as they pulled back from the hug. "Don't be a stranger, all right. As soon as I know where I'll be going to school this year I'm going to owl you with the information. Promise you'll write to me," she demanded gently.
Harry smiled at the girl and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. "I will, I promise," he replied sincerely.
"I'll hold you to that," she warned playfully causing Harry to laugh.
"Really? I'll definitely write then," he replied jokingly causing Astoria to chuckle. "Take care of yourself, Astoria."
"You too, Harry," she replied with a soft smile.
They shared one last hug before Harry headed back to Draco and they shared a final kiss. "Goodbye, I'll see you soon," he whispered as they parted.
"See you soon," Draco agreed quietly and Harry pulled away heading for the fireplace. He grabbed some floo powder and called out for Daigon Alley where he was meeting the Weasleys.
XX
That night Harry sat up on the bed Molly had set up for him, in a spare room at the Weasley burrow, thinking about Draco. Ron was in the shower, giving Harry a small reprieve from the other boy's constant chattering about their family holiday to Romania. He'd spent every moment since Harry had met up with him at Daigon Alley telling Harry every detail about the trip, and as much as Harry loved hearing about it, he was desperate for a break.
Not that he minded Ron talking so much, in fact it was a very good thing because it kept the redhead busy and stopped him asking questions about what Harry did on his holidays. Mind you, Ron and the other Weasleys had learnt early on not to ask Harry about his holidays, there was nothing to tell, and even if there were it only reminded Harry of the Dursleys and how miserable summer was for him.
This summer however, aside from the horrible beginning, had been the best of his life and for once he would have killed to be able to talk about it. Of course he couldn't, they'd all freak out if they knew about him and Draco, but one day he hoped he'd be able to tell them all about it.
Draco, Harry missed him already. It was as if someone had taken a knife and carved out a part of his soul. He felt empty and sad and try as he might he couldn't push those feelings aside. Pulling his cloak tighter around him Harry lay down on the bed and closed his eyes allowing his mind to drift to long, silky, blonde hair and gorgeous gunmetal eyes. It was only a couple of days until he'd be able to see the other boy again; he had to hold it together until then.
He wasn't aware of Ginny's presence until the girl sat down on the bed. He all but jumped and rolled over to face her. "Hey," he greeted quietly.
"Hey," the young redhead returned his greeting. "You've been awfully quiet since we met up with you today in Daigon Alley, is everything okay?" she asked, concern shining in her lovely, blue eyes.
Harry smiled; trust Ginny to be the one who noticed. "Yeah, I'm fine," he replied reassuringly. "You know my summers are never exactly wonderful," he explained. "Sometimes I get a little jealous of you guys, I mean you actually look forward to coming home, I…well I've never really felt like that."
It was the truth; he had honestly never looked forward to going back to the Dursley's at the end of the school year. He wasn't sure what would happen when Draco told his parents about the relationship between him and Harry, but if by some strange miracle they accepted it and allowed Harry to return to Malfoy manor at the end of this year…well, he didn't imagine he'd be feeling sad to leave Hogwarts anymore.
Ginny sighed, reaching out to place a comforting hand on Harry's upper arm. "I know and I'm sorry. I wish you could just come home with us for the holidays; it would be so much nicer I'm sure." She looked down, but not before Harry saw the sadness in her eyes. "Were they terribly mean to you this summer?" she asked in a quiet voice.
"No more than usual," he reassured the young redhead reaching out to touch the hand that was still resting on his arm. "Don't be so sad, it's only a little longer before I'll never have to go back there again. Besides, I'm here now, let's try and be happy, hey," he coaxed gently.
"Yeah, yeah you're right," she agreed looking up and giving him a warm if slightly shaky smile. "It's good to see you. Are you looking forward to your birthday tomorrow? Mum and I are going to bake a cake and Fred and George want to decorate the house which you know will be interesting," the girl spoke animatedly, obviously trying to push aside her earlier unhappiness. "It would have been nice if Hermione could have been here too, but still, you're turning 16, you must be excited."
"Yeah, I am," Harry replied giving her the best smile he could muster. In all honestly he was looking forward to tomorrow, he just wished Draco could have been there to celebrate with him.
"All right, now, where was I up to?" Ron asked from the doorway a wet towel still draped around his shoulders. "Oh that's right, Charlie's house."
Harry sighed and Ginny gave him a sympathetic smile. It was going to be a long night.
XX
It had taken hours for Harry to fall asleep, even after several hours of listening to Ron go on and on about the trip to Romania. When at last the other boy had headed to bed Harry had lay in his own, his cloak wrapped tightly around him, staring out the window at the stars. He was torn between missing Draco and wondering if the ice prince had told his parents about them yet and what their reaction had been.
He was awoken early the following morning by a quiet, but persistent, tapping on the window. Slipping his glasses on he looked over to find a beautiful, dark grey eagle owl sitting on the window sill looking at him expectantly. Recognising it immediately as Shinrai, Draco's owl, Harry rushed to the window and threw it open to allow the bird entry. He hopped gracefully inside and held out his leg onto which was tied a small, blue parcel. Harry relieved the lovely owl of his burden and thanked him quietly before heading over to his bag to find one of Hedwig's treats to give to him.
Shinrai took the treat gently from Harry's hands and proceeded to peck at it daintily – he had perfect table manners, definitely Draco's owl -. Harry stroked his feathers gently and he leant into Harry's hand, enjoying every second of the affection he was receiving. Truth be told, Harry loved Draco's owl almost as much as he loved his own, and he was pretty sure Hedwig was quite taken with the dashing young eagle owl as well.
As if his thoughts had summoned her Harry's familiar appeared at the window and called out to Shinrai who rubbed his head against Harry's hand once more before hopping up onto the window sill to join the snow white owl. The pair exchanged a few hoots of greeting before disappearing from the window sill together and Harry had to smirk as he wondered how long it would be before Shinrai made it home.
He looked down at the parcel in his hands and was just about to open it when a knock sounded at the door. He vanished the parcel and lay back down in bed, feigning sleep. Mere moments later the door opened and almost the whole Weasley clan entered the room, still in their pyjamas, with a collection of brightly wrapped parcels in their hands.
Harry opened his eyes, pretending to be just waking up, and smiled at the group as they approached him with warm smiles on their faces.
"Happy birthday, Harry," they called in unison giving him a moment to sit up before placing his gifts on the bed in front of him.
Harry thanked them sincerely and accepted the hugs and kisses that followed. He might be missing Draco, but he was filled with the warm happiness that only came from being surrounded by family.
XX
The day was one big exciting blur for Harry and by the time he dragged himself into bed that night he'd almost forgotten about Draco's gift that he'd yet to find a chance to open. He'd been spoilt rotten all day and he had to admit he'd loved every moment of it. Molly had knitted him a new pair of winter mittens as well as a large, bright, multi-coloured blanket and imbued them with warming, stain resistant and anti-fading spells. Ron had given him sweets as was the boy's custom, the twins had given him a collection of their new products, Ginny had given him a book he'd been wanting and Arthur and Charlie had pitched in and bought him a subscription to Quiddich monthly. Molly and Ginny had cooked him breakfast as well as a huge dinner of roast lamb and true to her word Ginny had helped her mum bake the biggest chocolate cake Harry had ever seen.
He'd felt so special and loved and despite still wishing that Draco could be there with him, Harry had enjoyed the day a great deal. It was jumping in the shower that night that reminded Harry of Draco's present. He'd pulled the bottle of Draco's body wash out of his bag to take to the shower and the scent of it had jogged his memory about the gift. As soon as he was dry he headed back to his room, thankful that Ron had dropped off to sleep shortly beforehand, and shut the door behind him. He perched himself on the edge of the bed and called in the small, blue parcel. As soon as he moved to unwrap it the box doubled in size and weight. Curious Harry pulled off the paper to reveal a small, rectangular jewellery box.
He recognised the name on the front of the box as one of the very upper-class jewellers in Daigon Alley and knew, no matter what turned out to be in the box, that it would be expensive. He opened the box gently to reveal a gold necklace with a glowing crystal sphere attached to the end. It was absolutely breathtaking and Harry reached in to pull it from the box only to jerk his hand back when the sphere lit with multi-coloured light as soon as his fingers touched the chain. The glow stopped as quickly as it had started and puzzled by what it could mean, Harry searched around for any sign of a note that may have come with the gift to explain what it was.
Looking down at his lap he spotted a small piece of folded cardboard with his name printed clearly on the front in elegant, black letters. He flipped it open and read:
My gorgeous Harry,
Happy 16th birthday, sweetheart. I'm so sorry I couldn't be there to celebrate with you today; you have no idea how much I wish I could. I'm sure the Weasleys will throw you a lovely party and surround you with love and caring. As much as I wish I was the one to be able to give that to you today, knowing you're with them makes me feel a little better. I hope you have a wonderful day and look forward to seeing you as soon as I can.
Happy birthday again, my love, I would give anything to be able to hold you, kiss you and tell you this in person, but as I am not able to right now I hope this letter and the gift I have sent you will remind you of me and make you smile until we're back together again.
Have a brilliant day, sweetheart,
All my love,
Your Emerald Dragon
xxxooo
Harry smiled at the signature at the bottom. He understood Draco not wanting to put his name on the note in case someone else found it and the title he'd chosen instead definitely suited him. The inside cover of the note explained what his gift was and how it worked and Harry found himself smiling all over again.
The necklace was a memory sphere. It was used to store memories, much like a pensieve, only rather than having to draw the memory out with your wand you needed only to hold the sphere up to your forehead and concentrate on the memory you wanted it to save. You did the same to view the memories it contained. It could only hold a certain number of memories but that was okay; it also had the ability to transfer those memories to a pensieve when it was running out of room. It was keyed to activate when it was touched by the person, or people, it was created for and the glow indicated that there was already a memory stored within it. The biggest difference between this and a pensieve was that it also held the feelings the carrier was experiencing when the memory took place meaning you could relive an emotion as well as a memory if you wished.
Vanishing the note he pulled the necklace from the box, watching as it came glowing to life once more, and slipped it over his head. The chain was quite long which made perfect sense as he would have to remove the necklace to use it were it any shorter. The inside glowed in a beautiful rainbow of colours and knowing that meant there were memories already stored within the sphere he did as the instructions directed and held the sphere to his forehead, closing his eyes.
Bright lights danced in front of his eyes for several seconds before forming into images and Harry watched in awe as several of Draco's memories from the last several weeks played out in front of him. He saw Draco finding him in the alley at the beginning of summer, felt the fury that flared through the young Malfoy at the sight and watched him curse the attackers and save Harry's life. He saw Draco race Harry back to the manor and felt the fear and exhaustion the Slytherin experienced while healing Harry's wounds. He watched their relationship unfold through Draco's eyes, felt all the emotions the blonde had experienced from anger, to pain to happiness and finally love. He watched as Draco read to Harry's sleeping form and several occasions where he would close his book and just watch Harry sleep. He felt the other boy's happiness when Harry turned out to be one of the Queen's chosen and his sadness at having to part with Harry before the holidays ended.
The memories were beautiful and by the time Harry had finished watching them, tears were streaming from his eyes. He'd felt everything Draco had felt during their time together and the other boy really did love him. It was the most amazing gift anyone had ever given him. He gave himself a minute to calm down and headed over to his bag, intending to find a quill and some parchment to write Draco a thank you note. Halfway through his search however, he changed his mind and instead headed over to stand at the window.
Draco had told him he'd be able to reach the Slytherin ice-prince psychically, even if there was a fair amount of distance between them. He'd never had to try from any real distance before, but right now he wanted to express his gratitude properly and that couldn't be done through a letter.
He concentrated as hard as he could; reaching out his senses in the direction he knew Malfoy Manor to be. It took him a little while but eventually he found it and even though it was a strain on his jewel he pushed ahead, searching for Draco's psychic energy.
He brushed up against several minds whose power was far deeper than his or Draco's and knew immediately that the Malfoy parents had returned home. He steered clear of those heading in the direction of Draco's energy which now felt like it was calling to him. Finally his mind found Draco's and he reached out to it, calling quietly to his love and hoping he wasn't asleep and would hear him.
It took barely more than a second for Draco to respond. "Harry, is something wrong?" he asked, his concern filling the link.
"No," Harry replied trying not to let the strain of using his jewel over such a significant distance show through the link. "I'm fine, I just wanted to talk to you for a minute."
He felt Draco relax and the next thing he knew the other boy's power had wrapped around his mind and Harry felt the burden of the long distance communication ease almost completely. He sighed mentally in relief and thanked the other boy.
"You're welcome, sweetheart," Draco replied. "You wanted to talk?" he asked.
"Yeah, I um…I just got the chance to open my present," Harry explained. "I didn't get the chance this morning before the others came to wake me up and I … Draco I loved it, so much you have no idea. Thank you, thank you so much, I love you," he said allowing his love, happiness and gratitude to show through the mental link.
He felt Draco's love and happiness fill the link in return and the Slytherin replied, "You're more than welcome, believe me, and I love you too, so much." The blonde sighed. "Oh, Harry, I wish I could have been there with you today, I'm so sorry I couldn't be," he said and Harry felt the pain the ice prince experienced at their being separated.
"No, don't be sorry, we'll see each other again soon," Harry soothed, even though his feelings were just as turbulent as the Slytherin's.
"I miss you," Draco said softly.
"I miss you too," Harry replied.
For a few moments there was silence, then, Draco spoke again. "I have to go, my parents want me. I'll see you in a couple of days, yeah?" he asked, a mixture of sadness and hope in his voice.
"Yeah, I'll see you soon. Goodnight, Draco, I love you." Harry replied his feelings mirroring that of the Slytherin.
"Goodnight, Harry, I love you too," Draco replied and Harry pulled back, closing the link between them. When he returned to his body he found his face wet with further tears, but he smiled in spite of this and cradled his necklace close. Just a few more days and they'd see each other again.
He was about to head back to bed when an owl flew up and tapped on the window. It wasn't one he recognized and he opened the window cautiously. The small, brown owl hopped inside and presented it's foot, upon which a small parcel was tied. He relieved the owl of its burden and saw a letter attached to the top, with his name scrawled across the front in Sirius' very untidy script.
He gave the owl a treat and it rested only long enough to eat it before flying off into the night. Harry closed the window behind the bird and moved back to sit on the bed with the parcel from his godfather in his lap. He unshrunk the parcel and unwrapped it to find a large bundle of photos inside, all of them containing the marauders and Lilly when they were younger. Harry thought about reading the note first but was far too tired after his conversation with Draco to read anything right now. Instead he put the letter on the bedside table to read the following morning and settled down in bed to look at the photos.
XX
End of chapter.
So there you have it. Harry's back in the real world and the Malfoy parents have returned. The next chapter will see Harry and Draco returning to Hogwarts and the introduction of a new character or two. Stay tuned
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