Crash and Burn
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Chapter One: Caught in a One Way Street
Draco sat quietly in the library floor, surrounded by stacks and stacks of books. He couldn't believe it had been three months since they'd left the Thronton House and returned to Hogwarts. Everyone was doing well, albeit stressed in their last year. He and Harry didn't get to spend muchtime together, living in separate dorms and studying so often. Well, Draco was studying anyway. Blaise and Neville disappeared frequently and Draco was suspicious that they had taken up spending nights at the shrieking shack. Draco berated his friend regularly about studying and was always helping him in his father's potions class. Currently, he and Hermione were going through the mounds of books, looking for more information on Veela males, there really wasn't a lot out there. It had started out with Harry accompanying them to the library, Ron in tow as always. That had ended quickly, after only three weekends. Now, when Draco and Hermione headed to the library, Harry and Ron headed for the Quidditch Pitch. Still, every weekend night, Harry and Draco had met in the abandoned Astronomy Tower, unable to keep their hands off of each other. The Death Eaters had stopped attacking so frequently, there hadn't been attack since well before they came back. The theory was that they were terrified with Dumbledore reopening the school, strong as ever. Draco was still suspicious though, and insisted everyone carry their potions bag with them wherever they went. He'd had a fit one night when he'd caught Ron and Harry on the Pitch without it.
Sighing and closing his book shut rather forcefully, Draco sat up and looked around for Hermione,
"'Mione!" he called, not seeing her. There was a pause and then two books on a rather tall stack moved, Hermione's head popping over the top,
"Here!" She said, smiling.
"There's *nothing* in these! Every single thing I find, is something we already know. It's ridiculous." Draco pouted, laying back against the wall.
"Draco. We can't give up just yet, we'll find something. Maybe not here, but we'll find more."
"Well, it's not like it's a big deal. I mean, we know the bond strengthened. We know I can find Harry easily, feel what he's feeling- and vice versa. We know I lived." Draco sighed happily, thinking about his and Harry's first night together. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"It is a big deal, Draco. Stop mooning over Harry- you two are gross. We'll figure it out, I'll ask and see if we can go to Diagon Alley- to look in the bookstores."
"I'm just so tired of doing this." Draco said, shrugging, "let's go get some lunch."
On weekends, Draco always sat with the Gryffindors. Sitting at the large table brought back memories of when they'd officially started becoming friends and he smiled, filling his plate. Harry and Ron came in soon after Hermione and Draco, sitting beside them. Harry gave Draco a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek, sitting right next to him. Sniffing the air, Draco scowled,
"You two smell gross," he said bluntly.
"We had a shower, Ferret- you're full of it." Ron said, stuffing a sausage in his mouth.
"Well if it's not you, someone very close smells very badly." Draco snapped, making a face. Hermione leaned over and sniffed Ron and then Harry.
"It's not them, Draco. If it is, I can't smell it."
"Yeah well you're not a Veela. I can smell it." Draco muttered, eating again.
Harry, Ron and Hermione began to discuss the new Defense Against the Arts professor, joking about his obvious toupe. Glancing over at Draco, Harry frowned lightly,
"you okay Draco? You look a little flushed."
"I. Am. Fine." Draco said, turning to take another bite of his cupcake, "You know what? I can't take that damned smell anymore, I'm leaving. Come find me when you're finished." He said, rising to leave. Harry grabbed his arm,
"Are you angry about something?"
"No. I don't like that smell. It's terrible." Draco said, feining a smile. Harry nodded and let him go, turning back to Ron and Hermione. Draco stood there a moment, Hermione still watching him. He did look angry now. "YOU are impossible!" Draco snapped, storming out of the Great Hall with a flourish of robes Snape would be proud of.
The Golden Trio gaped at the blonde, watching him leave. He had been furious. Harry wanted to go after his lover but could feel that he wanted to be alone.
"What do you suppose has gotten into him?" Ron asked, having never really seen Draco snap at Harry without provocation. Harry shrugged,
"I don't know, he doesn't want me to go with him." Harry said, looking sad.
"He's probably just stressed. We've been looking through books from the restricted section all morning with no luck." Hermione said, nodding. She was sure that was it. "We're going to go to Diagon Alley soon and see if we can't find something. I spoke to Dumbledore and he thinks it's okay." Hermione said.
That night found Hermione, Harry and Ron in the common room. Hermione was studying a new Veela book she'd found in the back of the restricted section, Ron was playing a game of chess with Ginny, and Harry was sitting by the window, looking out at the lake. Draco hadn't wanted to be found all day, avoiding Harry like the plague. Hermione had insisted it was stress. Harry sighed, focusing on Draco again, trying to find out how the blonde was feeling. Irritated for sure, but lonely. When he felt Harry looking for him he called out.
Wasting no time, Harry headed out the door, using their bond to find Draco. He was out at the lake, where he normally sat when he was stressed. Harry recognized it as the same place they'd talked when they'd first really became friends. Sitting behind Draco, Harry wrapped his arms around him- snuggling him closely.
"I love you Draco."
"I love you too, Harry, I'm sorry I was a prat earlier."
"That's alright, every couple does these things. You know," Harry said, leaning in and kissing Draco's neck, "when I thought you were dead," he nibbled on the blonde's ear, "that's all I wanted to do."
Draco turned himself into Harry, kissing briefly.
"You wanted to fight?" he asked, gray eyes meeting green.
"No, well... yes. I wanted to do normal couple things, like we have been. I wanted to go on dates, spoil you, watch the stars... whatever. Just be enamored with you."
"Enamored huh? That's a big word Harry," Draco purred teasingly.
"Funny Draco, funny." Harry said, pulling the blonde closer. Draco purred adoringly, snuggling into Harry and enjoying the closeness. Harry searched him out in his mind, trying to feel the blonde's emotions. It only took a second, with him so close. Dreaming, Draco was definitely dreaming.
Pulling back, Harry frowned down at the Slytherin. Had he fallen asleep so fast? No. Draco looked back at him smiling.
"I thought you were asleep for a second." Harry offered, looking out at the lake and trying again. He was awake now, but uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable. Harry scowled, "you okay Draco, wanna go inside?"
"No, I like this, it's nice." Draco said, purring again. Harry shrugged, Draco was a strange person. After about an hour it was starting to get close to dinner. Stretching out, Draco smiled. "Let's go eat, then we'll find a room somewhere," he said, smiling seductively.
Needless to say, dinner didn't go as quickly as Harry thought it would. Draco was apparently very hungry, and very excited to talk to Blaise. Harry sighed, exasperated and pushed his emotions out to the blonde- letting him know he wanted him. Draco shot him an irritated glance and looked back at Blaise,
"...so then, Professor Mouse get's all quiet and storms out of the room. He didn't come back for the rest of class... I was really proud of Longbottom, showing him up like that." He finished, shooting another irritated look at Harry. Leaning in he whispered, "I wish you'd calm down, we have all night."
Suddenly, Blaise pushed away from the table, scowling. He jumped up quickly, knocking over his and Neville's cups as he did so.
"I am so sorry," he moaned, "I think I'm going to be sick." with that, Blaise rushed from the room, Neville close behind.
"I hope he's okay," Hermione said, "that was kind of sudden."
"Well if he didn't eat that... trash." Draco said, frowning at Blaise's plate. "I can't stand all that spicy stuff, though, I assume it has something to do with his... condition." They had started referring to Draco and Blaise's creature forms as 'conditions' to keep people from knowing what was going on.
Later that night, Harry and Draco made their way to the Room of Requiremement- pawing at each other the whole way there. Stripping eachother down quickly, they were falling onto the bed, locked into a deep kiss. Draco was more forceful this time, constantly shoving Harry back down, pulling his hair and delivering bruising kisses.
"Oh!" Harry cried out as Draco nipped at his neck, hand in his hair, pulling his head to the side. Draco raised up, smiling,
"Something wrong love?"
Harry shook his head quickly. He wasn't used to Draco being so rough, but he wasn't going to make him stop, it was amazing. Draco moaned into him, their erections rubbing together roughly. "Merlin, Harry, I need you *now*!" Draco cried, biting down on Harry's shoulder. Harry cried out, ecstacy in the pain of it. Grabbing Draco's hips he went to flip the blonde over and Draco shoved him back down, reaching back he grabbed his lover's member, sliding slowly down on top of him. Harry cried out, gripping the blonde's hips tightly, relishing the tight heat.
"Dray baby, I don't want to hurt you," he whispered, leaning up to kiss the blonde softly and receiving pure force back. Draco shoved him back down, riding him slowly at first then picking up speed. Draco collapsed as the both came, kissing Harry all over his face, neck and chest.
Harry lazily slipped his arms around the blonde, nuzzling his shoulder, leaving kisses down his arm,
"I love you Draco- so much."
"I'm not done yet love." Draco whispered, raising back up.