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Harry Potter and the Prince of Ice	By : Neverwood Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6234 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Anal, Angst, Fingering, H/C, HJ, M/M, Oral, Rim, Solo, Spank. I do not own Harry Potter or anything associated with it. I do not recieve money for this in any way. For entertainment purposes only.

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Author's Note: Unfortunately, it seems I have fallen into a pattern of updating every other week, rather than keeping to my weekly schedule. You all have my most sincere apologies, both in text and in the form of a double update. Yes, there will be TWO chapters this week. As always, a very large and elaborate thank you to those who read, review, favorite and/or follow. Your support helps more than you know. Copyright infringement not intended, for entertainment purposes only, etc.
I did originally write that Pansy would not be friends with Harry, but the popular Fanfic version of her is so irresistible as a character that I couldn't help myself. I intend to play with the idea of including the Slytherins, some of which you've already seen in Blaise, Pansy, and Theo.
Please read the Author's Note for the next chapter, it has some important information inside of it.

Chapter 9: A Surprise Visitor

Harry was ready to snap. For the past three days, he'd been stuck in the house by unseasonable rain. And for three days, he had spent most of his time trying to get away from Malfoy. The man never stung more than a few words together, but he followed Harry to damn near every room and just stared at him. Honestly, it was like he was some kind of puzzle that Draco felt the need to decipher. This morning, he'd finally smarted up and locked himself in his personal office (a place no one but him was allowed) and made sure to keep the door firmly closed with no less than five locking spells. Merlin's sake, he needed some peace and quiet to just relax.

Harry leaned back in his chair, breathing deeply for the first time in what felt like forever. He closed his eyes and felt the tension slowly ease from his muscles. He allowed his thoughts to drift lazily, his mind unfocused and almost completely unconscious. He thought about Hogsmeade and how much he would like to visit once Draco was all sorted out. Or perhaps he could get a sanctioned visit for both of them, although technically Draco was not supposed to leave London proper until his trial. Harry thought about Ron and Hermione, what an unlikely couple they made and yet somehow it also made sense at the same time. He remembered the days he and the other Gryffindors would stay in the common room and make each other laugh so hard their bellies ached. He remembered Draco's birthday dinner, being surrounded by Slytherins and almost feeling included, which was much more than he had any reason to expect.

A knock on the door shook Harry from his light-hearted musings. He growled, grabbed his shoe off his foot, and threw it at the door.

“Gods be damned, Malfoy, leave me the hell alone!”

“It's Pansy, dear.”

Harry quickly stepped out into the hall, blushing red as a tomato. There stood the Slytherin girl, looking posh and proper in a short, dark purple walking dress, with elbow gloves and high heels to finish off the look. “Pansy, I'm sorry.”

Pansy simply smiled at him. “No worries. Drakey can be quite a nuisance. Shall we have a spot of tea?”

Without another word, Pansy turned on her heel in a move that was too smooth not to have been practiced and led Harry to one of the lesser-used drawing rooms. How she knew where to go, Harry had no idea. He was also mildly perturbed that he was being treated like a guest in his own house, but decided to simply wait patiently for the facts to reveal themselves.

Pansy dusted off one of the chairs before lowering herself gracefully into it. Harry lowered himself slowly onto the opposite love seat. Kreacher popped in, and Harry was surprised to see him obeying Pansy without complaint as she had him set the coffee table. When Kreacher was done, he bowed to her before popping out again. Harry raised his eyebrows, impressed despite himself. Pansy smirked, but made no response as she prepared her own tea. Harry watched her do so, still a little edgy and nervous but determined not to show it. Pansy's smile grew, as if she could read his mind. She took a dainty sip from her teacup, nodded in satisfaction, and leveled Harry with a piercing stare.

“So I was taking a nice walk through the park. It's perhaps a bit too hot for my liking, but it is still a very pleasant pastime for me. Suddenly, a very familiar owl shows up. He drops me off a letter, although to be honest it's more of a note. It's from Draco, saying that there is something wrong with Harry Potter. He also mentioned something about oblivious mudbloods, but that's neither here nor there, dear. So I hurry over here, thinking that perhaps you've got a bad case of Sprout Fever or some such thing. Instead, Draco tells me about how bloody happy you are and that I need to fix it.”

Harry stayed quiet throughout Pansy's speech, although he did grit his teeth during the mudblood bit. E cleared his throat. “Pansy, Draco's overreacting. He had Hermione check on me yesterday, and she said I was fine. Also, you two should be more careful. If the Ministry finds out you two are in contact, they could use it as an excuse to punish you more severely.”

Pansy kept her enigmatic and all-knowing smile. “I know you haven't been well-on with Slytherins for very long, but surely you've heard of our talents at avoiding getting caught? We're all using hired and unidentifiable owls, and Draco left for a 'shopping trip' before I arrived, so any Ministry worker who decides to put their nose in will find nothing but a few minor coincidences.”

Harry, despite himself, was impressed. “I...that's bloody brilliant, Pansy.”

“We'll make a Slytherin of you yet.” Pansy said, then grew more serious. “Now, as for your Muggle-born friend who discounted Draco's concerns. Have you ever heard the phrase, 'love is blind'?”

Harry nodded reluctantly, already not liking the direction they seemed to be going in.

“I'm going to tell you a story.” Pansy said. “And I need you to listen the whole way through. Okay?”

Harry nodded, but Pansy had already begun to tell her tale.

“Once, there was an old man. He had two children, and four beautiful grandchildren. He had plenty of money, and never wanted for anything. His son took over the business, and everything seemed fine. Slowly, though, cracks started showing. The son made more and more mistakes, and the grandfather became more and more withdrawn. His family grew more concerned every day. Till one day, something changed. The grandfather was better than he had ever been. He smiled, he laughed, and he seemed for all the world to be the happiest man on earth. The son still made mistakes and some of them were costly, but the grandfather simply let the pieces fall where they may. As far as anyone knew, they were all happy till the day they died.”

Harry waited for Pansy to continue, but she seemed content to leave it at that. She took a deep sip of her tea. Harry felt some of the tension from earlier creeping back.

“Is that all?” He asked.

“Oh, no, Harry.” Pansy said. “That's the story as my great-aunt Rose told it. She was my great-great-great grandfather's favorite grandchild. He doted on her, and she on him. She loved him very, very much. Would you like to hear the story as my great-uncle Burdock told it?”

Although Harry had a strong feeling against it, he nodded his head.

Pansy cleared her throat dramatically. “Once, there was a man. A strong, devoted man who loved his two children and four grandchildren dearly. He worked hard for the family business, but was getting older. Although the daughter would have been much better suited, the man was forced to hand over the business to his son. The son had gambling problems, and would take money from the business to pay his debts. He slowly drove profits down, and punished his employees for his own mistakes. The grandfather saw this, but was no longer in a position to stop it. He drank more and more heavily to heal his pain, although he did try to hide it from his family. He died prematurely from heart failure brought on by acute stress and blood toxicity. Upon his death, a poor relation with good business acumen was brought in and eventually usurped the son as head of the company. The family business thrived under his hand, and they were richer than ever. However, it came at a great price. The family vowed to never allow such weakness to enter their blood again.”

Harry's eyes had widened to the size of saucers by the time Pansy finished. She seemed much more somber than she had before.

“My great-great uncle nearly destroyed our family. Burdock remembers his father, the wayward cousin who saved us from disgrace, talking about how no one wanted to acknowledge what was happening right in front of their noses. That despite their concern, it was just easier to pretend that everything was all right, and that these kinds of problems didn't happen to people like us. That we were above them.” Pansy gave him a small smile. “Love is blind, Harry. You see?”

Harry looked out the window, refusing to acknowledge her point. She sighed.

“Weasley and Granger are your best friends, Harry. They would never want to see you suffer, and would gladly suffer themselves to protect you. However, sometimes our own feelings that stem such concern prevent us from seeing things as they are. And there's nothing wrong with that. It's human nature. Do you at least understand that, Harry?”

Harry said nothing. His tension, although nothing like it had been, had returned. He simply wanted to lock himself back in his office and forget that the past few days had ever happened. Pansy sighed, but didn't push. Instead, she got up and went to leave the room. She stopped as she drew alongside him, and he jumped in surprise when she put her hand on his shoulder.

“Draco can be a bit misguided, but he is very protective of those he includes in his circle. Perhaps it might be best to return the favor, yeah?”

Again, Harry said nothing, but he was giving it some thought. Pansy seemed to sense this, and quietly left Harry to his own thoughts.

Pansy had a point, he couldn't deny that. Although he disagreed with her on many points, she did remind him that Draco's annoying behavior was coming from a place of concern, not malice. That the proper reaction for such is to be reassuring, not aggravated. Although he couldn't help but be annoyed, he was determined to get things back to the way they were just a few days ago. Before the disastrous party. Before his mindless words struck his newfound companion. Before the overwhelming exhaustion and subsequent hyperactivity. Before the endless staring from eyes that had seemed so icy before but now seemed to be that of a sea on a cloudy day, warm yet striking.

Yes, he would set things aright.

…

Draco entered the house soundlessly, no doubt trying to avoid attracting Harry's attention. Harry felt a sliver of satisfaction as Draco started when he saw Harry waiting for him. He quickly hid his emotions, cautiously moving past Harry to the dining room. Harry saw Kreacher bumbling in behind Draco, levitating no less than ten shopping bags. Harry remembered giving Draco unlimited access to his bank accounts; how Draco revealed that while he had known Harry had been well-off, he had not known quite how wealthy he was. Draco didn't say quite how much money his family had had before the Ministry had seized it, but had mentioned that Harry's fortune was only slightly smaller. It seemed that Draco had gotten over his initial resistance to spending Harry's money, he thought with amusement.

That amusement faded as he faced Draco. Draco was sitting in a chair, looking like Harry was about to pass harsh judgment on him. Harry spent a few moments in silence, not knowing what to say. He finally settled on,

“I got a visit from Pansy.”

Draco nodded. “I owled her. I don't know if she told you that.”

“She did.” Harry said. “Do you owl her often?”

Draco shook his head. “Only when I need something. Not for talking's sake.”

“Well,” Harry said, “if you decide to owl her more often, your 'parole officer' doesn't necessarily need to know about it.”

Draco winced at Harry's reminder that he was on leave, but then his face showed cautious gratitude when he realized what Harry was telling him.

“And if you two happen to be in the same place at the same time while you're out shopping,” he added, “I don't need to know about that either.”

Draco looked afraid to hope that Harry was serious. “If the Ministry finds out...”

Harry grinned. “I have it on good authority that Slytherins are adept at stealth.”

Draco smiled back. “That we are.”

His smile faded as his levity lessened. “I was expecting you to be angry. But you've never really done what I expect you to do.”

Harry finally sat down, it had felt too significant to be standing while Draco was sitting. “I was angry. For several days. But a lovely girl came by and knocked some sense into me.”

“She didn't actually hit you, did she? She's been known to do that.”

Harry shook his head. “No. I think she likes me, actually. She told me about her family, about that scandal a few generations back.”

Draco's eyes widened. Harry drew back in a protective gesture.

“What?”

“Well, bloody hell. Never thought I'd see the day.” Draco said to himself, then to Harry, “We don't talk about stuff like that. Not even with each other. It's considered shameful. What the bloody hell did you do?”

Harry felt warmth fill him as he realized that he had unknowingly made a friend of two Slytherins, rather than one. “What can I say? Snakes like me.”

Draco snorted. “Damn Parseltongue. You really should've been in Slytherin.”

Harry laughed. “That's what the Sorting Hat said.”

Draco's eyebrows rose. “Really?”

…

Pansy looked into the enchanted glass she had accidentally-on-purpose left in Potter's house. It allowed her to look at the reflection of any mirror in the house. She smiled as she watched (but couldn't hear, much to her annoyance) Potter and Draco talking long into the night. She set her enchanted glass aside, content that things had gone as they should have. She sent a note to Theo before going to sleep.

They made up, but they didn't kiss. You owe me ten Galleons.
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