What Must Be Done
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
2,791
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Close Call
Chapter 4: Close Call
Blaise absently wrung his hands as he waited for Harry to firecall. He glanced again at the wizard clock on his hearth. This wasn’t good. Harry hadn’t been late for a firecall in over two weeks.
When the clock read Seven forty eight Blaise cursed loudly and stood. Something was wrong. And Blaise feared he knew what it was. ‘Fool, fool, fool! Bloody imbecile. Why can’t you ever just wait?!’ Blaise silently fumed as he ran out of his room and jumped down the stairs, five steps at a time.
He needed to get to Pansy before she left. She would know what to do. Blaise only hoped that the news she had brought earlier that day wouldn’t mean anything worse for Harry.
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Harry glanced down at his watch and cursed. He had meant to return in time to firecall Blaise. This was not good. Blaise could be a jumpy sort of fellow and if he thought something was wrong Harry would never complete his task. He would be tied to a bed and spoon fed for the remainder of the summer.
Cursing once more Harry called on his magic. What he and the Slytherins had first assumed to be a sixth sense that broke things, creating cracks in anything from stone to wood, had turned out to be a momentary rip in the dimension. It was Elenhien that had discovered this one night when Harry had been practicing his magic.
The use of the tares usually caused a displacement in whatever solid object the tare appeared on but other than that mild annoyance Harry found it to be an excellent means of transportation.
He used it now. Moving himself to his bedroom floor with a slight twist of his mind. It was much like apparating, only easier, and with more damage to the surrounding area. Harry eyed the ripple in his floor but decided to ignore it for now as he was almost a half hour late for his chat with Blaise.
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“Calm down Blaise,” Pansy said in a whisper as she led the boy back up to his room. It was not good to be seen in such a state. She needed to calm him down before they made a move.
“But Harry hasn’t…”
“Hush!” Pansy hissed as she opened the bedroom door.
Blaise’s mouth snapped shut, his eyes wide as he realized his mistake. He wasn’t supposed to mention Harry’s name in this house. It was to dangerous. His parents were loyal to Voldamort. He needed to keep his head.
And speaking of heads, Harry’s was in his grate.
“Harry!” Blaise exclaimed as the door thunked shut behind him.
“Sorry I’m late. Trouble with the Dursleys,” Harry said coldly.
Blaise’s eyes widened as he realized that Harry was still pissed at him.
“Anything that needs assistance?” Pansy asked.
“No. I can handle them,” Harry said with a sigh.
Pansy glanced at Blaise, waiting for her boyfriend to deliver the news. But Blaise seemed to be in a state of shock. Pansy shook her head and turned back to Harry who was watching them both closely.
“What is it?” Harry asked.
“A source has informed me that Draco’s Mother is now dead. She was found in her home. Same method as Lucius. Layout, everything was the same as Lucius. Right down to the two teacups,” Pansy’s voice was smooth and cold. Her control on her emotions had grown as she was forced to interact with her parents and their friends on a daily basis. It had become near imposable to match this cold front to the open and cheery girl from six months ago.
“Was it Draco?” Harry asked, his voice giving away no emotion. Much like Pansy’s in that respect.
“I don’t know. I wouldn’t have thought so, except that…”
“It was the same as Lucius,” Harry finished for her. “I see. Thank you. I need to go now. Goodbye Pansy, Blaise.”
“Goodbye Harry,” Pansy said, but he was already gone. “Blaise? Are you okay?”
“Oh, just fine. I think he hates me…”
“Why would he hate you?” Pansy asked, her soft hands reaching up to press against his cheeks.
“It’s nothing Pans…I just…I think it’s getting to him. Not being able to help. He’s scared, you know?”
“Yeah. We’re all scared,” Pansy whispered, her cold mask slipping into a brief, comforting, smile.
Blaise nodded his head. He let his head lower and gently pressed his lips to Pansy’s tasting the tea she had been drinking only moments ago.
The kiss was brief, but that was how all thing were in this house. Brief and secret. Blaise pulled back and turned for the door, his face growing cold. Pansy followed his lead.
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Harry rocked back on his heels. That was too close. And he had only yet found half of the required items.
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Blaise absently wrung his hands as he waited for Harry to firecall. He glanced again at the wizard clock on his hearth. This wasn’t good. Harry hadn’t been late for a firecall in over two weeks.
When the clock read Seven forty eight Blaise cursed loudly and stood. Something was wrong. And Blaise feared he knew what it was. ‘Fool, fool, fool! Bloody imbecile. Why can’t you ever just wait?!’ Blaise silently fumed as he ran out of his room and jumped down the stairs, five steps at a time.
He needed to get to Pansy before she left. She would know what to do. Blaise only hoped that the news she had brought earlier that day wouldn’t mean anything worse for Harry.
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Harry glanced down at his watch and cursed. He had meant to return in time to firecall Blaise. This was not good. Blaise could be a jumpy sort of fellow and if he thought something was wrong Harry would never complete his task. He would be tied to a bed and spoon fed for the remainder of the summer.
Cursing once more Harry called on his magic. What he and the Slytherins had first assumed to be a sixth sense that broke things, creating cracks in anything from stone to wood, had turned out to be a momentary rip in the dimension. It was Elenhien that had discovered this one night when Harry had been practicing his magic.
The use of the tares usually caused a displacement in whatever solid object the tare appeared on but other than that mild annoyance Harry found it to be an excellent means of transportation.
He used it now. Moving himself to his bedroom floor with a slight twist of his mind. It was much like apparating, only easier, and with more damage to the surrounding area. Harry eyed the ripple in his floor but decided to ignore it for now as he was almost a half hour late for his chat with Blaise.
---
“Calm down Blaise,” Pansy said in a whisper as she led the boy back up to his room. It was not good to be seen in such a state. She needed to calm him down before they made a move.
“But Harry hasn’t…”
“Hush!” Pansy hissed as she opened the bedroom door.
Blaise’s mouth snapped shut, his eyes wide as he realized his mistake. He wasn’t supposed to mention Harry’s name in this house. It was to dangerous. His parents were loyal to Voldamort. He needed to keep his head.
And speaking of heads, Harry’s was in his grate.
“Harry!” Blaise exclaimed as the door thunked shut behind him.
“Sorry I’m late. Trouble with the Dursleys,” Harry said coldly.
Blaise’s eyes widened as he realized that Harry was still pissed at him.
“Anything that needs assistance?” Pansy asked.
“No. I can handle them,” Harry said with a sigh.
Pansy glanced at Blaise, waiting for her boyfriend to deliver the news. But Blaise seemed to be in a state of shock. Pansy shook her head and turned back to Harry who was watching them both closely.
“What is it?” Harry asked.
“A source has informed me that Draco’s Mother is now dead. She was found in her home. Same method as Lucius. Layout, everything was the same as Lucius. Right down to the two teacups,” Pansy’s voice was smooth and cold. Her control on her emotions had grown as she was forced to interact with her parents and their friends on a daily basis. It had become near imposable to match this cold front to the open and cheery girl from six months ago.
“Was it Draco?” Harry asked, his voice giving away no emotion. Much like Pansy’s in that respect.
“I don’t know. I wouldn’t have thought so, except that…”
“It was the same as Lucius,” Harry finished for her. “I see. Thank you. I need to go now. Goodbye Pansy, Blaise.”
“Goodbye Harry,” Pansy said, but he was already gone. “Blaise? Are you okay?”
“Oh, just fine. I think he hates me…”
“Why would he hate you?” Pansy asked, her soft hands reaching up to press against his cheeks.
“It’s nothing Pans…I just…I think it’s getting to him. Not being able to help. He’s scared, you know?”
“Yeah. We’re all scared,” Pansy whispered, her cold mask slipping into a brief, comforting, smile.
Blaise nodded his head. He let his head lower and gently pressed his lips to Pansy’s tasting the tea she had been drinking only moments ago.
The kiss was brief, but that was how all thing were in this house. Brief and secret. Blaise pulled back and turned for the door, his face growing cold. Pansy followed his lead.
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Harry rocked back on his heels. That was too close. And he had only yet found half of the required items.
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A/N: Review for next chapter