Monsters In My Head

Harry expected to wake up in the Infirmary. Instead, he was on the Quidditch pitch, his head cradled in Draco's hands. He felt warm all over. "What happened?"

"You got a concussion, you idiot." Draco pulled his hands away. "Bloody self sacrificing Gryffindors. I can just see the headlines. Harry Potter killed in freak Quidditch accident. Only Witness, Draco Malfoy, chief suspect. You're supposedly the savior of our kind, Harry. Imagine what they'd do to me if I let you die." Or go crazy, like he was sure Harry would be if he kept having the dreams.

"It doesn't hurt." He sat up hesitantly. "You really are a healer."

"I'm not the Anti-Christ, Potter." Draco stood and pulled Harry to his feet. "But now, you owe me."

"And?" Harry was reasonably sure Draco wasn't going to ask for his first born.

"What ever happens tonight, when I stop the visions, you don't juge me. And if I... If I lose control, do something to you, you have to stop me."

Well. Wasn't that ominous? But it would be worth it. Anything would be worth it.
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Harry wasn't sure he wanted to go to sleep, though. Draco still wouldn't tell him what the 'side effects' were. Was he going to pull a Jeckle and Hyde thing? 'Should I just deal with the visions?'

"Are you going to feel the compulsion to murder me, after? Is it the content of the dream you're worried about?"

"Not exactly." Draco set down that novel he's stolen. "Are you ready to try this?" He hoped he could control it.

"Wait a second! What's going to happen to you?" He'd been fine after the concussion, but Draco was acting like this was different.

"I'm not sure." He got up, and sat on Harry's bed. "Just remember, if I do something, you stop me. If I hurt you, Dumbledore will owl me to my father in pieces."

Okay, *now* he was nervous. "Um... Draco?"

"Shut up and sit still." Draco reached out and before either of them could change their minds, he pressed his fingers to Harry's temples.

Contact. Not the light touch of a few night before, but a descent into the blinding cold of Voldemort's presence in Harry's mind. 'So cold.' Draco unfurled the strength of his healing powers, warming it as much as he could. He could already feel the fires inside himself. 'It's going to happen. Damn it, I don't want him!' It had been like this with Pansy. A deep gut wrenching need for her.

Harry stared blankly at the ceiling, feeling on some level what Draco was doing. 'Mind meld?' No, that was a Muggle word for an alien power. This was magic, warm and safe. Each feather light touch was searing his mind, temporarily sealing the bonds between Harry and Voldemort. It felt good.. It felt... 'Endorphins. That's it. It's a chemical thing....'

"Draco?"

"Quiet!" His control was on a thread, and the way they were sitting on the bed, if Harry moved he was going to get a surprise. Draco definitely didn't want Harry to know he was getting off on it.

Draco felt the last of Harry's mind warm up and he tore himself away, scrambling to the foot of the bed. "You shouldn't dream tonight."

Harry's hand fell on Draco's shoulder, concerned. "Are you okay?"

Draco made a strangled noise. "Don't touch me!"

"Maybe this was a bad idea." Harry didn't remove his hand. "You don't look so good."

"You look fine." Draco gave in, and looked up, blue eyes almost black with lust. "I told you not to touch me, Harry."

"Um..." Draco looked sort of predatory, and he was coming closer. "Draco... you're starting to creep me out."

"You Gryffindors never learn. Well, I think it's time you did." Draco stroked Harry's hair, practically in his lap.

"What do you want?" Draco's eyes were sucking Harry in. Hypnosis?

"What do you think? Such a beautiful boy, but clueless." His hand curled under Harry's chin tipped his head back. "Say no, Harry. Say no, and push me away. Stop this, because I can't."

He couldn't say it. Was this the final line in the sand? The last battle field? It seemed only too appropriate that the last of their feud dissolve in the bedroom. After all, wasn't that how the best of alliances were formed. Hary didn't resist when Draco kissed him. He wasn't sure he could have.

It was nothing a kiss between enemies should have been, but what it always was. Anger turned into passion, but not a brutal lust, one that left a deep want. The hate between them made it that much hotter. Trying to regain his senses, Harry pulled back long enough to drag in a breath of air. "What are we doing?"

"Enemies fuck all the time." Draco sucked on Harry's earlobe. "You started this, go with it."

"Alright..."

"Stupid Gryffindor." Draco kissed his forehead. "You have no idea... You could be anyone. Do you understand? You're just a warm body, and a warm mind. This is nothing to me."

Harry nodded. "Okay, but are you going to take off your pants sometime tonight?"

He was sure Harry would have a hickey tomorrow, and he'd probably have a few of his own. A reminder of a mistake that seemed like a really good idea at the moment.

"Harry... Damn you for doing this to me." Pushing himself up with one hand, they were eye to eye. "Why?"

Harry was already asleep. He wouldn't dream of Cedric, or of the deaths Voldemort oversaw that night.

End of Part Four