Shattered Glass

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The light from the torches lit the Hogwart's halls dimly as Draco continued to pull Harry, by the hand, through them. The Slytherin's dorms were deep within the Hogwart's dungeons and the trek to them was a long one. Harry thought back to his second year at Hogwart's. It was the last time he had visited the Slytherin's housing. A scowl fluttered across his lips as he thought of whom he had spent that adventure with. He couldn't think of that good for nothing son-of-a-bitch at the moment. He was finally going home and his thoughts should be of the joyous nature.

Draco stopped in front of a blank portrait. As the two turned their eyes to the blank canvass, color began splashing against the surface. Within a blink of an eye, a picture was painted . A woman with long dark hair stood against a man with darker hair that suspended itself into three inch ringlets. The woman had one hand threaded through the man's hair as her other arm was wrapped around the man's waist, and in that hand was a long silver dagger pointing toward the man's back. The man's arms were wrapped around the woman's waist and a dagger similar to the woman's lay in his hand, pointing toward her lower back. The couple in the painting stood, placing soft kisses on each others face. Harry looked below the portrait of the two at a small silver name plate. Deceived Through Love .

"Lovely painting," Harry commented, truth flowing throughout his voice.

"Isn't it suiting to the Slytherins? Our painting was changed two years ago after the whole house complained to Dumbledore that little pink bunnies were not suited to us. That old loon decided to change our painting in my third year to the furry, rabies infected animals. I got to choose this painting last year, it's one of my favorites." Draco walked up to the painting and stared to trace the dagger that lay in the man's hands.

"Harry, here, give me your hand."

Harry walked up to the painting and allowed Draco to grab his right hand. With Draco's palm over the back of his hand, his fingers were guided along the painted dagger.

"True deception," Harry heard whispered in his ear, "always comes from loved ones. It's always the most hurtful and it will destroy more than any other kind. Deception between lovers, now that's different. To avoid that is to realize the two of you are in the darkness together. There is no need for deception then. If the two in the painting would have realized that their partner had fallen beneath a shadow, they could have stayed within the encasing of love together within the darkness."

Draco's head was resting upon Harry's shoulder while he was continuing to trace Harry's hand around the dagger. Harry pressed his cheek against Draco's and nudged him. He felt Draco smile and the two stepped away from the painting.

Draco softly spoke the password , and the two entered the Common Room. Draco and Harry continued through the large room to a door that was at the end of a long, dark hallway. With a touch of Draco's hand, the door creaked open. The two walked into the room and the door shut on its own.

"This is our room Harry," Draco said quietly.

Harry looked around the room, shocked at the extravagance. Two enormous canopy beds stood in the middle of the room. Dark green satin hung from the mahogany wood the beds were made of, and large goose feathered pillows were visible through the open curtains. There was a large fireplace whose embers were lightly glowing , while plush couches and chairs surrounded the source of heat. Draco was now sitting comfortably across a couch, flexing his feet near the fire.

"Draco," Harry inquired, "not that I'm complaining or anything, but why are there only two beds? Don't you have dorms?"

" Actually Harry, the Slytherins usually house with a partner. Gryffindor usually has five to six guys to a room where Slytherin has two. I always had a room that was separate, but now that you're here, you'll be rooming with me."

Harry nodded and moved over to his bed. Finding his trunk and other belongings at the footboard, he assured himself that this was his new home. He slipped his school robe over his head and threw it to the side. Sitting next to Draco, he let out a large yawn.

"Tired Harry?"

"Yes Draco, I'm absolutely exhausted. It's been a hell of a day." Harry turned his back to Draco and then laid across Draco's lap, his head resting on the cushioned arm rest . Harry briefly closed his eyes.

"Being evil gets hard. Though the faces of those two morons were priceless, and now I get to spend my time with you!" Harry opened his eyes. " What joy, eh? I'm sure your thrilled. You get the fucking Boy Who Lived thrown into your hands."

"Oh, but Harry, I get you which means I've just gained a partner in the evil overthrow of the world. This year will be a blast, we'll make everyone's life a living hell."

Harry chuckled, "I suppose your right."

Draco started threading his hand through Harry's hair while staring into the fire. Now that Harry had joined him, he knew that plotting and planning just had gotten easier. The other boy was beautiful and he knew it would certainly be a pleasure to work with him. Possibly love him. There was truth in his speech he gave when outside the Common Rooms. As long as the two of them were in love and resided in the darkness together, they could be happy and things could work. It had taken Draco a total of three minutes to find he felt comfortable with Harry. He was content now, having Harry in his lap and his fingers running through his hair.

Harry used his right hand to start lazily drawing intricate circles along Draco's knees. He knew now that he was with Draco he could continue through his plans. Together they would do it all, and they couldn't be stopped. He felt the passion that was placed within the kiss earlier and the lust he tasted could easily be turned into love. Sappiness. Wasn't this all supposed to be for a Gryffindor. Kissing and cuddling. Though Harry thought back to what Draco said, a couple within a shadow. It was perfect. Now it was just a matter of advancing the relationship.

While the boys continued to remain quite, musing about each other, they barely noticed the door opening. Professor Snape came through the threshold. The two remained in their positions, looking expectantly at the man.

"Well Potter, good to see you've finally come to terms with your future. Welcome to Slytherin. With the guidance of Draco, I'm sure you'll do exceedingly well."

"Thank you Professor," Harry replied with an honest tone, " I assure you I'll bring only fortune and cunning to my new house. I was told that every Slytherin would become a dark wizard. I'm hoping that to be true. In fact, I'd like to talk with you later about Voldemort."

"Of course Potter. Anytime you feel the need to come and see me I'll be happy to help. Good night boys, oh, and next time you decide to perform like you did tonight in the Great Hall, let me know. I'm afraid my seat wasn't as close as I would have wished it to be. If you ever fool around the idea of inviting a voyeur to kink things up in the bedroom, keep me within consideration." Snape winked and left, closing the door hard as he went.

Harry looked up at Draco with a slightly disgruntled look and Draco laughed.

"Lets just say our dear Professor isn't as stodgy and sexless as you Gryffindors think. You might want to keep him in mind. As a last resort you know."

" Draco," Harry responded in a falsely sweet voice, " I assure you that my last resort will be my right hand, not Snape. Though I do hope you'll find my body too irresistible to let me go sexless too long."

Harry sat further up right until his face was directly in front of Draco's. He closed the distance between the two and Draco put out the tip of his tongue. Harry stuck out his also and the two slide their tongues along each others for a moment before Harry stood. Draco let out a frustrated sigh as Harry turned to him.

"In all due time Draco." With that, Harry sauntered into the private bathroom the room held.

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