Disclaimer: Harry Potter, characters, names and related indicia are trademarks of Warner Bros. They are used here for entertainment purposes only.

Warnings: Slash. Kisses. Angst. Mushiness.

Spoilers: None. Written Pre-OotP.

Like Glass
Chapter 8 - Be There For You

"So... it happened again?"


There was a pause in which Draco was sure Blaise was laughing silently at him. Draco didn't look up, and only continued gathering his books for class, hoping the blush spreading throughout his face wasn't very visible.

"And there was a conversation afterwards?"


"One in which... he told you he loved you."

Draco only coughed politely and nodded, immediately dropping to the ground and searching under his bed for his transfiguration book.

"And you said it back."

"Something like that."


"Okay, yes." He'd found his transfiguration book, but he wasn't sure he wanted to come back up and face Blaise for the rest of this conversation. He'd always enjoyed the conversations he could have with Blaise during the scarce moments Crabbe and Goyle left him alone, but he wasn't enjoying this one.

"And then..." and here Draco swore he hold Blaise holding back chuckles, "he jumped you and you started shagging on the Quidditch Pitch."

Draco's head shot up from behind his bed and he glared at Blaise, "We were not shagging."

"Excuse me. Getting frisky."

"It's not funny."

"On the contrary. I find it very entertaining that the great Draco Malfoy has fallen."


"In love."

Draco's face ran red again and Blaise fell back on his own bed, giggling madly. Draco grabbed hold of the nearest pillow and tossed it over to Blaise's bed, muffling the laughter. He stood and straightened his robes. "We're going to be late for Transfiguration."

"I'm not done yet."

"Yes, you are. Come on, let's go."

And Draco was out the door and walking briskly across the Slytherin common room. The usually dense air of the room stilled even more when Draco entered, his bad mood that day having already wreaked havoc on many of the occupants of the Slytherin house.

"Draco! Wait, let me walk you to class," Pansy stumbled to her feet and advanced after him, only to come to an abrupt halt when Draco turned to face her.

"Pansy, you're going in the complete opposite direction, if you come with me, you'll be late to class."

"That's okay, Draco, dear. I wouldn't want you to have to walk alone."

She smiled encouragingly at him and he almost felt guilty about leading her on all these years. It was just that... she fit all the requirements for the Malfoy bride. And she was kind of sweet, too. When she wasn't being a complete and utter evil, sadistic bitch, that is.

"He won't be," Blaise's voice interrupted them, and the temperature of the room dropped a bit as he strode in. Despite Draco's acceptance of his relationship with Ginny, and the Slytherin house's fake well-wishes for him, the disagreement over his decision to cow to love kept a constant strain on intra-house relations. "I've got the same class. We'll go together."

Draco turned from Pansy and left the commons as quickly as possible, in an attempt to avoid any more of the drama he'd been steeped in for the last few weeks. He slowed his steps the further he got from the Slytherin dorms, and Blaise finally caught up with him sometime during the twists and turns of the dungeons. "So... are you going to tell everyone?"

Draco sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "You mean call a press conference and announce the relationship to the Wizarding World? Rita Skeeter would get a kick out of it."

Blaise snorted.

"I don't know. I want to tell people, but I also just don't want to do the telling. I wish something could just take it out of my hands so I didn't have to think about it anymore..."

Draco trailed off as he rounded the bend and came face to face with his secret boyfriend.


The thrill of fear that that word sent through him was accompanied by a returning sense of the comfort he felt in Harry's presence.

Ron and Hermione had been walking next to Harry, hands twined intimately and Ginny was walking backwards just finishing a sentence directed at Hermione, "-and Parvati told me I was an idiot to trust Blaise. So, I was wondering... do you know any good petty revenge spells? I wanna see what her hair looks like green-"

At that point a grinning Blaise wrapped his arms around her from behind and she eeped as she stumbled into his embrace. She whipped around to face her attacker and then smiled sweetly and nearly tackled him with a hug. "Blaise!"

"Ginny, love." And they sighed and smiled at each other.

Ron looked a little green. "I think I'm going to be sick."

Hermione was tugging on Ron's hand and jerking her head to the other couple in the hallway.

Harry and Draco were simply staring at each other.

"Now I know I'm going to be sick."


"Just kidding, 'Mione."

Draco smiled slightly and felt his ears turning red - again - from their attention. His eyes didn't leave Harry's though and Draco once again drudged up his somewhat-absent-of-late control and nodded politely. "Granger, Weasley, .... Potter."

"Hi Draco." Hermione and Ron chorused annoyingly.

Harry just kept staring.

Draco was beginning to get that itchy feeling that comes from being watched in the middle of a busy hallway by your former enemy and current wet dream come true. He felt even more nervous when a sly grin slowly crept over Harry's face.

"I caught the tail end of your conversation there, Draco. Did you want me to take it out of your hands?"

Draco blinked and then took a step back when Harry took one forward. The traffic around them was beginning to slow with students who wanted to see the latest Potter/Malfoy battle. Draco wasn't so sure they were expecting the kind of battle Harry intended.

"I'd prefer it if you didn't."

Draco caught more than one raised eyebrow at his weak, almost pleading tone.

Harry only took another step forward.

Draco was cornered up against the wall within moments and he barely had time to accept his fate and sigh in defeat when Harry grabbed his arms and pulled Draco to him. The rush of blood in Draco's ears drowned out the whispers and statements of shock that flowed through the crowd when Harry's lips descended on his own.

* * *

"When I said last night that I was willing to forget what I saw on the Quidditch field, I meant many different things."

Draco was still blushing from the hallway scene and had his head thrown back in the red leather chair in Professor McGonagall's office, his eyes closed. He was sure, though he couldn't tell through his tightly closed eyelids, that Harry was still grinning that triumphant grin.

"I meant that I was tired, and that I wanted to go back to bed. I meant that I was surprised at this new... bend in your relationship. Shocked, even. So much so that I hadn't the energy to compute it. I meant that on some level, I was nearly sure I was dreaming and would therefore like to end the nightmare by pretending it never happened."

"It's not very nice," Harry's voice sounded amused, "that you would think that Draco and me getting together is a nightmare."

Draco sighed and tried to drown out the conversation.

"Not the relationship itself," McGonagall struggled to clarify, "merely what it means. If I don't acknowledge it, then I'll never have to inform your parents of your immodesty, -"

Draco winced inwardly.

"-I'll never have to deal with the backlash from the Slytherin house,-"

Snape. Oh, Merlin.

"-I'll never have to endure whispers in my classroom,-"

Draco opened an eye to see Harry smirking happily.

"-And last, but most certainly not least, I'll never have to pay the Headmaster that 100 galleons I now owe him."

At this Draco's head snapped up and both boys gaped at her. She merely shrugged and sat down in her high-backed chair, peering down at some papers.

"Report to Hagrid's hut at sunset for your punishment. You are dismissed."

* * *

Draco was sitting on the moonlit grass of the Quidditch pitch, watching with amusement as Harry cleaned his arm of earwax.

"I still don't see why I had to cut Fluffy's ear hair, while you got to sit there playing on the harp."

Draco held back his chuckling, he desperately wanted to tease Harry at that moment.

"I mean, I know how to play an instrument."

"Which one?"

"The harmonica."

Draco managed to keep a straight face as Harry pulled another sticky glob from the depths of his sleeve. "Are you any good at it?"

"You're trying to change the subject."

"So? You do it all the time, too."

They both paused to look at each other and Draco sighed. Harry nodded shortly. "Ah, avoidance. At least we know we have something in common."

It was silent for a little while, and Draco stared down the length of his legs at something far off in the distance. Harry shifted a little closer to them and Draco turned into him. "They know by now."

Harry nodded, knowing that Draco spoke of his parents.

"What's going to happen, Harry?"

Harry shook his head and they moved a little closer to one another, Draco seeking warmth from Harry, and Harry seeking to comfort Draco. "Whatever it is, I'll be here with you."


There was a pause; "I'll try."

Draco looked up and stared into Harry's warm, green eyes. "Is that all you can do? Try?"

Harry leaned forward and gave Draco a soft, promising kiss; "I'll be here with you, Draco. As long as you want me."

The End
Continued in it's sequel: The Shattering