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Title: Hey There Draco Chapter 5
Author: Ruby13b
Summary: Set in the summer after 5th year. Draco and Harry are thrown together by chance and what starts off as morbid curiosity transforms into an adventure that neither of them will ever forget.
Warnings: Adult Language, Sexual Content, Violence.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and  owned by no one!
Author's Note: Sorry for the wait! Thanks to everyone who reads my stories! Thanks to M!

This is a Harry/Draco fanfiction, meaning boy/boy, if you don't like don't read. You have been warned.

A week had gone by, and Harry and Draco had yet to uncover some sort of useful information. Many of the books mentioned Necromancy in passing, but none had any substantial information on the subject. None that satisfied Harry, at any rate. It was really Draco who was doing the research. Harry wasn’t sure why he was trusting Draco to find something so important, but he was. Harry found himself enjoying Draco’s company more than he would ever admit. Draco was so different than anyone else he had ever known. He was so unlike Harry’s friends. For some reason, Harry always looked forward to the time they spent together. They never spoke more than they had to, but maybe that’s what Harry liked so much. Draco’s mere presence made him calmer then he had felt in ages.

A normal day for Harry and Draco began as follows: getting up at five o’clock, or rather, Harry waking up at five and then gently shaking Draco awake. Then they would head downstairs and into the Library, where they spent the next hour poring over book after book, trying to find something. At six they ceased what they were doing and headed into the kitchen for breakfast. After that, Harry always went off with Ron and Hermione, and Draco was left to his own devices. Sometimes Draco would be in the same room as everyone else, but mostly not.

It seemed that no one was catching on to Harry and Draco’s routine. That is what Harry assumed, at least. Draco knew better. Draco knew that Tonks had been watching them like a hawk the entire week. It didn’t seem like she was going to do anything about it, though.  Not that she knew what they were up to, anyway.

Another day had ended, and Harry and Draco still had not found anything. Harry was beginning to feel hopeless again. He had been so certain that his plan was going to work. Harry shuffled into the bedroom he shared wit Draco and collapsed onto his bed.

“Do you ever feel like you’re not accomplishing anything?” Harry groaned.

Draco, who had been writing at his desk when Harry had barged in, looked up and over at Harry for a moment. “Yes,” Draco answered, going back to his writing. “I think I know what that feels like.”

Harry groaned again and flipped over on his stomach, burying his face in his pillow. Draco completely ignored his antics and continued writing. Harry lifted his head to stare at Draco’s back.

“What are you doing so secretively over there?” Harry asked suspiciously.

“It’s no secret,” Draco responded. “I’m writing to Professor Snape.”

That was a name Harry didn’t want to hear.

“Why would you want to do a thing like that?” Harry asked.

“I’m requesting any information he might have on the whereabouts of my mother,” Draco said simply.

That shut Harry up. For about a second, at least.

“You still don’t know where she is, then?” Harry was rather at a loss as to what to say. He couldn’t imagine what Draco was feeling.

“No, Potter,” Draco said somewhat dully. “I still don’t know where she is. Hence my reason for writing to Professor Snape.”

There was that name again. Harry was honestly more afraid of the name Snape than he was of the name Voldemort. Sure Voldemort wanted to kill him, but Snape…well, he could never figure that guy out. Did he want him dead or not? Harry didn’t think he would hang around the man long enough to find out.

“I’m sorry,” Harry offered weakly. “You must really miss her.”

“I do,” Draco said, setting down his quill. “I miss her very much.” Draco leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes. He appeared to be on the brink of exhaustion.

“Why don’t we take the morning off tomorrow?” Harry suggested. He was tired, too. Taking one day off wasn’t going to make that much of a difference, anyway. “It’s Saturday. We should sleep in.”

“As you wish.”

Harry frowned. Whatever answer he had been expecting, it hadn’t been that. Harry opened his mouth to say something when there was a knock on the door. Harry looked over at Draco, who shrugged and turned his back to the door. Frowning even more, Harry got up to answer the door.

It was the twins. The twins were as lively and as energetic as always. They bounded into the room and made themselves comfortable on Draco’s bed. Draco’s lip curled, but to Harry’s relief he didn’t say anything. Harry shut the door and walked over to stand in front of the twins. Harry very much wondered what could have worked them up so much.

“Harry m’boy,” Fred said, standing up and clapping Harry on the shoulder. “It’s Friday night. Do you know what that means?”

“Errrr…” Harry started.

“It means,” George cut in, “that all the adults have vacated the premises.”

“Errrr…” Harry wasn’t going to point out that technically, Fred and George were adults, too. Sort of.

“How about you join us in the drawing room with the rest of the clan for some drinks?”

“Malfoy is invited, too, of course,” Fred said, giving a little bow.

Drinks? Harry didn’t think so. Twins plus alcohol, plus a dangerous house, plus Draco Malfoy, minus adults to tell them no, just equaled disaster. Ron, of course, would follow wherever the twins led, Ginny could get into enough trouble by herself, and there was no way that Hermione would be able to help that much. The answer was just no. Harry was about to refuse when Draco spoke up.

“We’d be delighted,” Draco said politely.

The twins’ faces split into identical grins, which gave Harry a very unsettled feeling.

“Wicked. Just head down to the drawing room. The rest of us will be down in a moment.”  Fred gave a little bow and left. George got up from the bed, stretched, gave a little bow of his own and then followed Fred.

“Are you crazy?” Harry shouted at Draco, once he was certain the twins were gone. “They were talking about getting smashed!”

“I know what they were talking about,” Draco answered simply. He got up from the desk and walked over to the door. “I’m not a simpleton, you know. I happen to think that we could both use a drink right now. I know I could.” Draco folded his arms and leaned against the door.

Well, there was no arguing with that one. But still…

“It’s not right,” Harry said. “We shouldn’t be drinking.”

Draco straightened himself up and walked out of the room. Harry hastened to follow him. He wasn’t going to trust Draco being alone with the twins. “Stop being such a Hufflepuff,” Draco called back.

Surprised by the sudden insult, Harry stumbled and smacked the side of his head into the door frame. “Ow,” Harry said, rubbing his head. “I am NOT being a Hufflepuff.”

Draco turned around and grinned. “Then prove it,” he said.

Well, Harry wasn’t about to lose to Draco. Not now. Not ever. He determinedly followed Draco out of the room, down the stairs and into the drawing room. The room was empty and Draco sat down on one of the couches. Harry hesitated for a moment before sitting down on the same couch. Harry sat right next to Draco, close enough that there wasn’t enough space in between for someone to sit down. Harry laced his fingers together in his lap, nervously.

“Potter, could you please not look like you’re about to be executed,” Draco said, sighing. “It’s really not so bad.”

“I can’t help it,” Harry said, twisting his hands. “I just feel like something bad is going to happen.”

“Your feelings are delusions,” Draco muttered.

“Hey!” Harry exclaimed. “They are not!”

“What’s going on in here?” said a voice from the direction of the door. It was Hermione, who was closely being followed by Ron and Ginny.

“Is the Malfoy git being disagreeable?” Ron asked.

“I’m right here, you know,” Draco growled.

“Of course you are,” Ron answered. “Ferret Boy.”

“Muggle sympathizer,” Draco shot back.

“Death Eater!” Ron said.

“Ron!” Harry exclaimed.

“Mudblood friend!”

“Draco, stop!” Harry yelled.

“Slime Eater.”

“Ginny, stay out of this,” Harry said, exasperated.

“I thought it was a good compromise,” Ginny stated, matter-of-factly.

“That’s enough!” Harry shouted. “Could we all please grow up?”

“Now why would we want to do a thing like that?” George asked, stepping into the room. He was carrying a couple of bottles, too, and Harry didn’t like the look of them.

“Grown-ups never have any fun,” Fred added. He was also carrying bottles. This was going to be a very long night. Harry could tell.

“Now,” said George, setting down the bottles on the coffee table, “who wants the first drink?”

Everyone remained silent.

“Anyone?”

“I will,” Draco volunteered.

Harry groaned and the twins’ eyes lit up.

“Good man, Malfoy,” Fred cheered, handing Draco a glass of amber-colored liquid.

“I didn’t know Malfoy drank,” Hermione whispered, as Draco took a huge gulp from his glass. He choked a little and coughed. Harry winced.

“It appears that he has no tolerance, though,” Ginny said, smirking.

The twins were busying themselves by handing drinks all around the room. Harry tried to refuse, but Fred had practically forced it into his hands. Harry took a tiny sip and sputtered. It was strong. Too strong and very bitter. It felt like fire in his mouth. It wasn’t very pleasant, and Harry had to wonder how Draco was managing to drink his portion so steadily.

“Bottoms up, chaps,” George said, raising his glass.

“Hey!” Ginny exclaimed.

“And lady,” Fred said, tipping his glass to Hermione.

“What about me?” Ginny asked, indignantly.

“You’re more of a chap, Gin,” George said, grinning. “Wouldn’t you agree, Harry?”

Harry choked on his drink. “Errr.”

“Heard you been writing to Dean Thomas, Gin,” Fred cut in.

“So what if I have?” Ginny said, defiantly. “Is there a problem with that?”

“He’s a good lad,” George told her honestly.

“And you have liked stupider a person. Isn’t that right, Harry?” Fred asked.

“Leave them both alone,” Hermione scolded, sitting down on the couch opposite Harry and Draco. “There is nothing wrong with Dean.”

“Of course not,” Fred agreed. “Right, Harry?’

“Of course not,” Harry echoed. At that moment, Harry was wishing for the floor to open up and swallow him whole. He didn’t know why the twins were doing this. Did they expect him to be jealous? Well, he wasn’t. Not in the least, in fact. Actually, if truth be known, Harry was rather relieved. It was not that he didn’t like Ginny. He did. He was extremely fond of her. She had always been a good friend. But that was all he wanted out of her. He just wanted friendship and nothing more. Sometimes it was hard for girls to understand and except that. Harry sincerely hoped, though, that he and Ginny would always remain good friends.

Draco suddenly began laughing. It was obvious that he was completely smashed. He hadn’t had that much to drink. His glass wasn’t even empty. Yet, Draco was bent over laughing so hard Harry was certain he was going to pass out from lack of oxygen.

“Too bad, Harry!” Draco choked. “Too bad. I know you had your heart set on the ginger girl. But now, no ginger for you. Unless…unless.” He broke into another fit of giggles. “Unless you want one of the brothers!” Draco burst into laughter, again. Ron looked a little sick, Ginny appeared not to know what to do, the twins were laughing and Hermione frowned.

“Damn, Malfoy,” George said, wiping back a tear of mirth. “We suspected that you might be a lightweight, but hell!”

“Who’s a lightweight?” Draco demanded. “I can still have more! Give me more!” He grabbed one of the bottles on the coffee table, but Harry snatched it away from him.

“No,” Harry said, firmly. “You’ve had enough. I’m cutting you off.”

Draco pouted. “Not fair.”

Harry took Draco’s glass out of his hands and stood up.

“Where ya goin’?” Draco slurred. “Hey, hey Harry, where ya goin’?”

“I’ll be right back,” Harry promised. Harry left the room, avoiding the questioning eyes of his friends and heading to the kitchen. He poured the rest of the contents of Draco’s glass down the drain and set the glass in the sink. Harry then got out a new glass and filled it with water. He leaned against the counter, closing his eyes and taking a sip.

“Knock, knock,” came Hermione’s voice from the doorway.

Harry opened his eyes and was relieved to see it was only Hermione, and that no one else had followed him.

“’Lo, Hermione,” Harry said dully.

“A penny for your thoughts, Harry?” Hermione asked.

“That’s about all they’re worth at the moment,” Harry answered.

Hermione smiled, and she went over to lean against the counter next to Harry. “Can I ask you something?” she asked. Harry nodded, taking another drink of his water. “What is going on with you and Draco Malfoy?”

Harry sputtered. “Nothing,” Harry lied, quickly. “There’s nothing. Why would anything be going on? I barely spend any time with him.”

“I don’t know,” Hermione answered, vaguely. “I just thought, maybe…” She cut herself off. “Never mind. I was mistaken.” Hermione appeared to be off in her own head.

Harry frowned. “What are you thinking?” he asked, slowly.

“Nothing,” Hermione answered. She then shook her head and smiled. “Nothing, it’s just…if there was something going on with you and Malfoy, that would be alright, too.”

Hermione gave Harry a little pat on the shoulder, and she left without saying anything more. Harry took a moment, trying to figure out what Hermione had meant by what she had said. Honestly, girls could say the strangest things sometimes.

Harry would have been content to stay by himself in the kitchen the rest of the night, but he knew that he could not. He had already stayed away too long.

As slowly as he could, Harry made his way back to the drawing room. Hermione, Ron and Ginny were sitting all together on one couch, the twins were drinking in one of the corners of the room, and Draco was curled up on the other couch.

Harry sighed, walking over to Hermione, Ron and Ginny. “Has Draco sobered up yet?” he asked.

“Well, he was just talking to me,” Ginny said. “So, no.”

Everyone burst out laughing. Even Harry smiled a little. Though he didn’t know if it was self-degradation on Ginny’s part or merely a remark on Draco’s character. It wasn’t really meant to be hurtful, either way.

Ginny stood up and stretched. “I’m heading off to bed,” she announced.

“Me, too,” Hermione said. She and Ginny left, but as they were walking out of the room, Hermione turned around and gave Harry a very determined look. Harry wasn’t sure what to think of it.

“I think I’ll turn in as well,” Ron said. He followed after the girls.

Harry sat down on the couch opposite Draco. He wondered if Draco really was drunk or not. At that moment Draco opened his eyes and smiled at Harry. Yes, Draco was definitely drunk. Harry wasn’t sure how he was going to get Draco up the stairs. Or perhaps it would be alright to leave him where he was, right there on the couch.

“Do you need any help, mate?” Fred asked. He walked over and stood in front of Draco, cocking his head as he looked at him.

“We could help carry him,” George offered.

Harry considered their proposal for a moment before deciding against it. The twins had had more than enough to drink as well. They would probably drop Draco.

“That’s alright,” Harry said. “I’ll just wait down here with him for a bit.”

“Well, if you’re sure.”

“I am.”

The twins nodded and left the room. Harry was a little glad that they were gone. They had acted so strange that night. Stranger than normal. Though, suddenly being alone with a very sloshed Draco Malfoy was not what Harry had wanted, either. Draco sat up, rubbed his head, groaned and lay back down. Harry went over to Draco and crouched next to the couch, peering intently at him. Draco’s face looked so sad. Harry wondered what he could do to make him happy. Draco was helping him, after all, and had never asked for anything in return.

“I wish I knew what I could do to help you,” Harry whispered.

Draco’s eyes fluttered open, and Harry realized that their faces were inches apart. Harry jumped back, hitting his elbow on the coffee table. Draco pushed himself up slowly so that he was sitting on the couch. He drew his knees into his chest. Harry clutched his elbow, rubbing it where it had hit the table, and looked up at Draco, questioningly.

“I don’t mean to disrespect you,” Draco said in a quiet voice, “but you shouldn’t try to help me.” Harry stared at Draco, lost for words. Draco continued talking, “My heart is not likely to be easily touched.” Draco placed his hand over the left side of his chest. “Not even by one as kind as you.” Draco raised his gaze to meet Harry’s. There was a pleading look in his eyes. “I am not good. I am not like you. I can’t believe in the beauty of others.”

Harry suddenly found his voice. “Can’t?” he questioned. “Or won’t.”

Draco shook his head frantically. “It’s the same thing!” he exclaimed.  “So, please, Harry, please, I can’t…I just can’t!” Draco broke off with a heart-wrenching sob. Harry was by his side in an instant. He tentatively wrapped an arm around Draco, who immediately went into Harry, sobbing even louder.

“Draco, Draco,” Harry murmured. “Hush.”

Draco was behaving the same way he had behaved when Harry had first seen his bruises. Harry suddenly realized that the bruises were still there. Was that normal? How long did it take bruises to fade? Shouldn’t they be gone by now? Harry had never thought to time bruises he’d had himself to see how long they lasted.

Draco had stopped crying and was resting his head on Harry’s shoulder. Harry rubbed Draco’s back rather awkwardly as Draco calmed down. Draco took a few deep, shaky breaths. Harry again found himself wondering what could have happened to Draco to make him behave this way. Harry knew that Draco was worried about his mother, but that couldn’t be everything. What else was he hiding? Draco always acted normal enough during the day. He sneered at everyone, and he scarcely spoke more than three words at a time. Harry was sorry to say that was normal for Draco Malfoy. Nighttime was a different story. Draco wasn’t sleeping. Harry knew this because he, himself, didn’t get much rest at night. Harry hoped Draco would be able to sleep that night. Maybe the alcohol would be good for something.

Draco shifted his head a little, but he didn’t move. “I heard someone say once that you are the hero that’s going to save us,” he said in a soft voice.

“I don’t know anything about being a ‘hero’,” Harry admitted. “But I will do everything that I can.” Harry was taken aback by Draco’s random statement, but he tried not to show his surprise.

Draco sighed. “That’s good.” His eyes drooped shut.

“Draco?” Harry asked, quietly.

“Mmmm?”

“Do you think we’ll ever find enough information about Necromancy?”

“I’m sure we will, Harry,” Draco murmured.

“Good.”

“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think my mother’s alright?”

Draco’s voice was laced with anxiety, and Harry didn’t answer immediately. He had no idea if Draco’s mother was even still alive. Harry would never admit that to Draco, though. It would only make him more upset.

“I’m sure she is,” Harry told Draco softly. “I’m sure she is.”

Draco nodded and said nothing more.

“You ready to go upstairs?” Harry asked.

“Yeah, I’ve sobered up, mostly,” Draco answered.

Harry helped Draco to stand, and together they headed back to their room. Right before Harry was about to turn the handle of the door to their bedroom, Draco stopped him.

“Hey, Harry?” Draco asked. Harry turned around. “Thanks.”

Harry had not been expecting a thank you. He smiled. “Any time, Draco,” Harry told him honestly. Draco smiled too as they entered the room and closed the door behind them.

There was a strong, pleasant smell throughout the entire room. Harry paused, inhaling. It smelled really good. It was very sweet, like vanilla and honey, but better. There was also another scent that Harry was unable to identify. It smelled so pleasant and inviting. He would have given his life at that moment just to know what it was.

“What is that?” Harry asked. Draco shook his head and began wandering around the room, looking for the source. Finally, from under Harry’s bed, he pulled out a small incense burner. The burner resembled the size and shape of a chicken egg. It had small diamond-shaped holes through which smoke was wafting. Draco held the incense burner to his nose. He then jerked it back, setting it on the nightstand.

“Is something wrong? What is that?” Harry asked. He went over to the nightstand and bent down to examine the foreign object.

From somewhere around his navel, Harry felt an itching, burning sensation course through his entire body. The unexpected vertigo was so sudden that Harry’s knees went weak and he stumbled backwards and fell onto his bed.

“It’s an aphrodisiac,” Draco said, so quietly Harry almost didn’t hear him.

“It’s a what?”

“An aphrodisiac,” Draco repeated. He sat down shakily on his own bed across from Harry.

“M--Meaning?” Harry didn’t like the sound of that word. He didn’t like the fact that the room was abruptly too hot. He also wasn’t fond of the image flashing through his mind, that they were both overdressed for the occasion.

“Meaning,” Draco choked. “Meaning, it’s supposed to…well…what it does…is it…do I really have to say it?”

Harry gulped. He wasn’t following at all. Then again, maybe that was because he was so distracted by the way Draco’s mouth was moving. Harry licked his lips slowly.

“Harry!”

Harry was shaken out of his trance by Draco’s cry of surprise. Harry had moved halfway across the room toward Draco without even realizing it.

“What did you say it did?” Harry asked, trying to snap himself out of whatever weird daze he was in. Harry shook his head a couple of times in a desperate attempt to clear it.

Draco was breathing very hard, his hand slipping beneath the collar of his shirt as he started rubbing his skin slowly back and forth.

“It…it…” Draco stumbled. “It gets you…” Draco shuddered like he didn’t want to say the next few words. Harry was suddenly sitting on the bed next to him.  “In the mood.”

Harry’s eyes widened. “You mean…?” Draco nodded solemnly. “We have to get out of here.”

Harry got up and made a mad dash to the door. It was locked. He turned back around to face Draco, fear lacing his eyes.

“It’s locked,” Harry said. He was beginning to panic now, which wasn’t very good for thinking. Draco had gotten up from the bed and was advancing towards Harry with slow, determined steps. His eyes never left Harry’s as he grew nearer. Harry stepped away, his back hitting against the door.

“Harry,” Draco breathed. His hand came up to stroke Harry softly on his cheek. Harry let go of the breath he’d been holding. “Touch me, please?” How could Harry say no to that? Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Sex God, was begging him. Begging Harry Potter, Innocent Golden Boy. Begging him like he might die if Harry didn’t touch him. Begging him

Harry lifted the back of his hand and ran it down Draco’s face. Draco’s eyes shut and he sighed heavily. Draco took Harry’s other hand and placed it on his own hip. Draco forced Harry’s hand up the side of his body and around his back, causing Draco to be encircled by Harry’s arm. Draco leaned his forehead on Harry’s shoulder, his hands clutching the loose material of Harry’s shirt.

“It’s no good,” Draco murmured. “More, I need more!”

It was desperate. There was no way Harry could resist much longer. Suddenly, over Draco’s shoulder, Harry spotted the incense burner on the nightstand. Before Harry even knew what he was doing he had shoved Draco off of him and ran over to the burner, grabbed it off the nightstand, hoisted himself onto one of the desks, pushed down the top window and chucked the burner out of it. Harry took a few deep breaths of fresh air before looking around at Draco. Draco was on the floor, and he had the expression of one who might have just seen someone get hit by a bus.

Harry jumped down from the desk and ran over to Draco. Harry offered him his hand, which Draco took, and Harry helped him up. Harry led Draco over to the desks, climbing up first and then helping Draco up. Both Harry and Draco stood there for a few seconds with their heads hanging out the window, doing nothing but breathing in the fresh air.

“Damn,” Harry gasped. “I didn’t know aphrodisiacs did that. No wonder Muggles like them. It’s like magic.”

“That was no Muggle aphrodisiac,” Draco said. “That was a Wizard Aphrodisiac.”

“A Wizard Aphrodisiac,” Harry repeated. “Who put a Wizard Aphrodisiac in our room? And why?”

“Use your imagination, Potter,” Draco snapped. “What were we five seconds away from doing?” Harry gulped, and his face turned a very deep shade of red. Were they really about to…? That is…would he and Draco really have…? Harry preferred not to finish that thought. “As for who, there’s no way we can prove it, but I have a pretty good idea of who would put something like that in our room. They’re probably having a good laugh right now.”

“Fred and George,” Harry moaned.

Draco jumped off of the desk and went over to his bed, stretching out on it with his hands behind his head. “This will be our last night together, I’m afraid,” Draco announced. Harry was about to ask what Draco meant by this when he continued. “I will be murdering Fred and George in the morning and then most likely will be sent away because of that.”

Harry laughed. For some reason he felt relieved. For a moment he thought that Draco was really leaving. Harry didn’t want Draco to leave. Maybe it was still the after effects of the aphrodisiac, but Harry hoped not.

“Potter, stop staring at me,” Draco said.

Harry jumped and got off of the desk, going over to his own bed. “Sorry,” Harry said, sitting down. He looked over at Draco.

“You’re doing it again,” Draco said.

“Sorry,” Harry repeated.

Draco turned over on his side, facing Harry. He leaned his head on his hand. Harry blushed and looked away. Why was he getting all hot and bothered? It was only Draco. Draco, who was his rival. Draco, who he had barely spoken to before a week and a half ago. Draco, who he had almost begun to think of as a friend. Sort of. Why was he having all of these thoughts and…and… feelings for him now?

“Do you think I’ll be safe sleeping in the same room as you?” Draco asked, smirking.

Harry scoffed. “I could ask you the same thing,” Harry said, disgruntled.

Draco’s smirk grew wider. “I won’t do anything, I swear to God.”

Harry eyed Draco suspiciously. Harry wasn’t taking Draco’s word for it. “Well, just stay on your side of the room,” Harry muttered, turning away from Draco.

“Goodnight, Harry,” Draco said quietly, shifting in his bed.

“’Night, Draco,” Harry whispered.
Harry and Draco drifted off into the best sleep either of them had gotten in a while. Neither of them had planned it, neither of them really even knew it at that moment, but something had begun, and soon both Harry and Draco would be too invested to give it up.