Madness ***Complete***
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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(((…Fools…)))
“Harry, what’s wrong with you?!” Ron demanded between bites of egg.
“What are you talking about?” Harry asked as he inwardly cringed at the food he could see in Ron’s mouth.
‘The weasel hasn’t the manners of a hog at the trough,’ Draco commented to Harry’s amusement. It was almost disturbing how similar their thoughts were sometimes.
“You’re hanging out with MALFOY!”
‘Oh bloody hell,’ Harry inwardly groaned. ‘It‘s only a weak into term!’
‘Did you really expect them to not notice, Potter?’ Draco asked in that overly sardonic tone he just loved to use.
Harry mentally growled at Draco, which wasn’t of much use since the only effect it had was to make Draco horny.
“You were studying with him in the Library! Studying! With Malfoy! In the library!” Ron continued to rant. “And then there was the time we saw you walking with him outside, and LAUGHING!”
“Lay off Ron,” Hermione finally interjected in her cool tone that demanded obedience. “I’m sure he has his reasons. After all Malfoy is the son of one of Voldemort’s- oh grow up! - inner circle. I’m sure there’s plenty of-”
“That has nothing to do with it!” Harry snapped, his patience with his friends deteriorating with each word they spoke.
‘Really?’ Draco asked in an innocent, school-girl tone, ‘you’re not buggering me every night for information? Oh Harry! You really do love me! Oh I just feel all-’
‘Enough!’ Harry silently pleaded as he tried to repress laughter.
‘I think you may have petrified them Harry…and EWW!’
Harry agreed with Draco whole heartedly. While Hermione was staring at him in a kind of catatonic shock Ron was even worse, there was actually food dribbling from his gapping mouth. It was grotesque…and yet, Harry could not seem to look away…
Hermione blinked, then blinked again before asking, “What?”
‘SHE LIVES!’ Draco cried in jubilation then switched his tone as he stated, ‘pity’
‘You’re such an arse,’ Harry commented with a mental grin.
‘I know, you love me for it.’
Harry didn’t bother to answer; they both knew it was true.
Hermione seemed to have regained her composure somewhat as she napped, “Ron, close your mouth! What do you mean that has nothing to do with it? You don’t trust that…that Slytherin…do you Harry?”
‘That Slytherin? THAT SLYTHERIN!?’ Draco cried indignantly, ‘I’ll have you know that I am THEE Slytherin.’
‘Of course you are Lord Salazar.’
‘You’re so mean to me. You just have to deny me my innocent fantasies of grandeur…’
‘Draco, I have yet to deny any of your fantasies, and I do believe that that is quite a feat all things considered… marshmallows anyone?’
‘Hey! You liked it!’
‘Yes, yes I did’ Harry purred, making Draco shift in his seat at the Slytherin table.
“It’s none of your business. He’s not a death eater. He’s not evil. And he’s not really such a prat when you get to know him so just lay off,” Harry told his friends at he inwardly smirked at the indignant squawk from Draco when he had said he wasn’t a prat.
‘You and your values. Will I never understand them?’ Harry asked the blonde.
‘Nope, never. And believe me. It’s best that way. My mind is far to complex for a commoner such as yourself to comprehend,’ Draco said with a sniff.
‘Mmmhhmmm, you do realize I’m ion your head right?’
‘Whatever mister logic.’
“Harry, how can you say that?” Hermione asked, “His father is Lucius Malfoy. This is Draco Malfoy we’re talking about. He’s been tormenting us for the past five years. How can you just…forget all of that?”
“I haven’t forgotten Mione,” Harry said with a resigned sigh. “But you must realize that people aren’t always what they appear.”
Harry didn’t give her a chance to reply. He stood and strode from the room. Not a moment later Draco stood as well. With more than a few whispers following him, Draco left the great hall.
(((…Lovely…)))
Draco let his fingers sift through the dark locks. Harry’s hair had grown considerably. The glamour kept him looking the same. Everyone saw the old Harry. The one from five years ago. The little boy, pure, perfect, savior. They saw tanned, flawless skin. They saw spectacle shrouded eyes. They saw short cropped hair, always pushed forward to hide the scar. They saw The-Boy-Who-Lived.
That wasn’t what Draco saw. He got to see the real Harry. He got to see the shoulder-blade-length-hair. He saw those perfect jade eyes (now devoid of glasses since he had insisted on fixing Harry’s eyesight a weak ago). And he saw Harry’s true skin. Scared. Lined. Beautiful.
A small snort woke Draco from his reverie.
“Beautiful? I think you may be delusional, Dray,” Harry said. His face flushed.
“I heard that,” Draco whispered.
“You heard nothing,” Harry mumbled and shoved his nose under Draco’s arm.
“I did,” Draco crooned, nuzzling his face into Harry’s hair. “I heard you think it. You said Dray but thought l-” a hand wrapped itself over Draco’s mouth, muffling the word.
Harry glared up at Draco, “don’t you dare,” he warned.
‘You called me Love.’
“I warned you!” Harry yelled and jumped on Draco’s stomach, knocking the air from him.
‘Love. Love . Love. Love. Love,” Draco chanted in his head as he fought for breath.
“PRAT!”
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(((…Fools…)))
“Harry, what’s wrong with you?!” Ron demanded between bites of egg.
“What are you talking about?” Harry asked as he inwardly cringed at the food he could see in Ron’s mouth.
‘The weasel hasn’t the manners of a hog at the trough,’ Draco commented to Harry’s amusement. It was almost disturbing how similar their thoughts were sometimes.
“You’re hanging out with MALFOY!”
‘Oh bloody hell,’ Harry inwardly groaned. ‘It‘s only a weak into term!’
‘Did you really expect them to not notice, Potter?’ Draco asked in that overly sardonic tone he just loved to use.
Harry mentally growled at Draco, which wasn’t of much use since the only effect it had was to make Draco horny.
“You were studying with him in the Library! Studying! With Malfoy! In the library!” Ron continued to rant. “And then there was the time we saw you walking with him outside, and LAUGHING!”
“Lay off Ron,” Hermione finally interjected in her cool tone that demanded obedience. “I’m sure he has his reasons. After all Malfoy is the son of one of Voldemort’s- oh grow up! - inner circle. I’m sure there’s plenty of-”
“That has nothing to do with it!” Harry snapped, his patience with his friends deteriorating with each word they spoke.
‘Really?’ Draco asked in an innocent, school-girl tone, ‘you’re not buggering me every night for information? Oh Harry! You really do love me! Oh I just feel all-’
‘Enough!’ Harry silently pleaded as he tried to repress laughter.
‘I think you may have petrified them Harry…and EWW!’
Harry agreed with Draco whole heartedly. While Hermione was staring at him in a kind of catatonic shock Ron was even worse, there was actually food dribbling from his gapping mouth. It was grotesque…and yet, Harry could not seem to look away…
Hermione blinked, then blinked again before asking, “What?”
‘SHE LIVES!’ Draco cried in jubilation then switched his tone as he stated, ‘pity’
‘You’re such an arse,’ Harry commented with a mental grin.
‘I know, you love me for it.’
Harry didn’t bother to answer; they both knew it was true.
Hermione seemed to have regained her composure somewhat as she napped, “Ron, close your mouth! What do you mean that has nothing to do with it? You don’t trust that…that Slytherin…do you Harry?”
‘That Slytherin? THAT SLYTHERIN!?’ Draco cried indignantly, ‘I’ll have you know that I am THEE Slytherin.’
‘Of course you are Lord Salazar.’
‘You’re so mean to me. You just have to deny me my innocent fantasies of grandeur…’
‘Draco, I have yet to deny any of your fantasies, and I do believe that that is quite a feat all things considered… marshmallows anyone?’
‘Hey! You liked it!’
‘Yes, yes I did’ Harry purred, making Draco shift in his seat at the Slytherin table.
“It’s none of your business. He’s not a death eater. He’s not evil. And he’s not really such a prat when you get to know him so just lay off,” Harry told his friends at he inwardly smirked at the indignant squawk from Draco when he had said he wasn’t a prat.
‘You and your values. Will I never understand them?’ Harry asked the blonde.
‘Nope, never. And believe me. It’s best that way. My mind is far to complex for a commoner such as yourself to comprehend,’ Draco said with a sniff.
‘Mmmhhmmm, you do realize I’m ion your head right?’
‘Whatever mister logic.’
“Harry, how can you say that?” Hermione asked, “His father is Lucius Malfoy. This is Draco Malfoy we’re talking about. He’s been tormenting us for the past five years. How can you just…forget all of that?”
“I haven’t forgotten Mione,” Harry said with a resigned sigh. “But you must realize that people aren’t always what they appear.”
Harry didn’t give her a chance to reply. He stood and strode from the room. Not a moment later Draco stood as well. With more than a few whispers following him, Draco left the great hall.
(((…Lovely…)))
Draco let his fingers sift through the dark locks. Harry’s hair had grown considerably. The glamour kept him looking the same. Everyone saw the old Harry. The one from five years ago. The little boy, pure, perfect, savior. They saw tanned, flawless skin. They saw spectacle shrouded eyes. They saw short cropped hair, always pushed forward to hide the scar. They saw The-Boy-Who-Lived.
That wasn’t what Draco saw. He got to see the real Harry. He got to see the shoulder-blade-length-hair. He saw those perfect jade eyes (now devoid of glasses since he had insisted on fixing Harry’s eyesight a weak ago). And he saw Harry’s true skin. Scared. Lined. Beautiful.
A small snort woke Draco from his reverie.
“Beautiful? I think you may be delusional, Dray,” Harry said. His face flushed.
“I heard that,” Draco whispered.
“You heard nothing,” Harry mumbled and shoved his nose under Draco’s arm.
“I did,” Draco crooned, nuzzling his face into Harry’s hair. “I heard you think it. You said Dray but thought l-” a hand wrapped itself over Draco’s mouth, muffling the word.
Harry glared up at Draco, “don’t you dare,” he warned.
‘You called me Love.’
“I warned you!” Harry yelled and jumped on Draco’s stomach, knocking the air from him.
‘Love. Love . Love. Love. Love,” Draco chanted in his head as he fought for breath.
“PRAT!”