The New Lightning Bolt

Chapter Twelve

Voice, Sweet Voice

Draco walked into the Headmaster's office surprised not to see Harry. Since he didn't follow the Weasel into the Great hall he thought he might find him here. No luck. Ever since the scar incident he couldn't find him. Harry had shut off their mental link.

"Good evening, Mr. Malfoy. Where are your belongings?" Dumbledore asked waving him to seat himself.

Draco reached into his pocket and held out a miniature trunk and then put it back into his pocket.

"Very smart. Well, I do believe it is getting close to bedtime. So why don't escort you back to your new dorm?" Dumbledore got out of his chair as Draco waved a hand.

What about, Potter, sir?

"I already escorted him to the room not too long ago, perhaps five minutes before you came. He said he didn't feel too well and needed to lie down. I had some house elves bring him some food. Now, shall we?"

Draco stood up, erased his floating message, and followed Dumbledore out.

Harry Potter is a fucking wuss, Draco thought to himself. A mother fucking wuss. He is too damn scared to face me all because I saw a little more than what the world believes. Oh look at me I'm scared little Potter. I am just a little boy who is famous because I lived. Give me a break. He isn't a real hero. At least I am famous because I captured the mother fucking Dark Lord. Well, I guess he helped too, but that is beside the point. There is nothing special about him but his lightning bolt scar, his luck, and the fact that he seems to have move lives than a cat. I guess you could put that into the luck category. I wonder how he got those scars anyways...why do I care? I don't because he is my enemy and I am angry because I not only get to share my mind with him, but also get to live with him. Oh joy, oh rapture. I get to be annoyed by the fucking Boy Who Lived some more. Someone poison me please.

Draco walked in silence thinking about what he just thought. He surprised himself by adding: I hope he's okay.

"Now, Draco, pay attention." Dumbledore put his hand on the painting they came to be standing in front of and the person in the painting smiled and put their hand up to his. A handle immediately appeared at which he pulled at revealing a secret door and better yet, a room behind it.

"Since you two can't speak this is your "password". It only opens up to my self and you two. It is getting late and you should go to bed. Good night"

Draco watched as Dumbledore walked away and turned into their dorm. It was acceptable and the furniture was actually, dare he say, tasteful? There was a common room and two doors leading to somewhere. He walked behind door number one to see a nice sized bathroom with a tub for three. He decided that he would take a bath later. Behind door number two was a bedroom with two four-poster, queen sized beds. One was green with silver trimming and the other was red with gold trimming and the hangings were shut. He knew it was occupied.

A new emotion went through Draco: frustration. He marched over to the bed and tried to pull open the hangings, but they were magicked shut. He concentrated and tried every unlocking spell he knew, but nothing happened.

OPEN UP, POTTER!

No reply.

If you don't open up I'll come in there myself!

I'd like to see you try.

Draco growled and casted a severing charm at which the hangings fell to the ground. Hello.

What ever Harry had thought was going to happen it was not this. Draco started to come at him over the bed when Harry exited the other side. After Draco jumped off the bed he ran after Harry who had put the couch in the common room between them.

A couch isn't going to save you.

Draco walked to the right and Harry went away from him. Slightly scared eyes were seen from behind his silver tipped bangs.

What do you want, Malfoy?

I want you to stop acting like a sissy and face me like a man.

They revolved around the couch once more.

I have nothing to say to you.

You owe me an explanation.

I owe you nothing, Harry thought to him hissing.

You are going to tell me about those scars.

Harry was only wearing his nighttime drawstring pants and Draco got a full view of every muscle tensing up.

I don't know what you are talking about.

I mean these, Draco thought casting the same spell he had hours before at Harry. He dodged it. Stand still.

Fuck off.

Draco blasted through Harry's mind and was disturbed by the memories. Harry seemed to be in more shock of someone finding out about those things and his eyes glazed over as he was forced to remember the beatings. Draco pulled out of his mind and took advantage over the too-shocked-to-move Harry. He jumped over the couch and tacled him none to nicely face down. Draco sat on his back with Harry's left arm underneath him. He took the right and twisted it back and laid a hand on his head. Harry's face was squished between the floor and the hand.

Huh? Get the fuck off me, Malfoy.

Potter,--

You have your explanation now so get off. His words sounded muffled even though his mind was not squished.

Potter I'm--

YOU'RE WHAT? A JACKASS?

No, I--

A FUCKER?

No, Potter, listen to me...

You have nothing to say that would be worth my time. Get OFF!

NO! You are going to listen to me! I'm sorry!

You're what?

I'm sorry.

Harry stopped trying to wiggle free. Sorry about what?

Everything. I am sorry about finding out about your scars, about your beatings, and about severing your bed.

Harry was flipped over in an instant and to his surprise Draco looked genuinely sorry. Suspicious. He narrowed his eyes.

Get the fuck off me.

What?

I don't care for your apology. I told you that nothing you had to say was worth my time.

That's it. You need to be put in your place, Potter. You are just a piece of trash and--

Yeah, yeah, Malfoy. You're just wasting your breath.

Ah! Malfoy got up off Harry fed up. His eyes flashed dangerously and he decked Harry.

He didn't care if he made him bleed or not, he deserved it.

***

Draco was sitting in the Slytherin common room and enjoying the peaceful quiet, yet again. Bayne Premont slid into the seat next to him and after he knew she wasn't going to leave he acknowledged her presence.

"What do you want," Malfoy asked, not concerned that he had just spoken.

"You love him."

"What?"

"You love him," Premont repeated.

"Who?"

"Harry," she replied smirking.

"Potter? Are you kidding? What are you smoking?"

"Weed."

"Figures. Why are you here, Premont?"

"I came to tell you that after some time of investigation, your feelings for your enemy have deepened, but not the way you want. You like him a lot, don't you?"

"No."

"I forbid you to lie to me," she said whipping out her wand and casting a spell.

"What was that?"

"Truth Charm. Nifty little sucker. Do you like him?"

"Yes," Draco said before he could think. "I mean n--YES!" Draco looked shocked at the smiling Bayne. "Why can't I lie?"

"Truth Charm. Nifty little sucker."

"You've said that."

"And I'll say it again...Truth Charm. Nifty little sucker," Bayne said laughing. "Why do you like him?"

"His life amazes me and I want to be part of it."

"Do you want to kiss him?"

"Most definitely," Draco said blushing.

"Why don't you?"

"Huh?" Draco asked looking up. Harry Potter now sat in Premont's place and he was leaning in at which Draco leaned away.

"What are you afraid of?" Harry asked, but in Premont's voice.

"You."

"Why?"

"I am not sure. I guess I am afraid of how you'll react to me. Will you let me kiss you? Will you pull away in disgust? Will you enjoy it? Will you return my love, in which case I'll have to ask: where is it going? Is there an 'us'?"

"You know that there is only one way to find out, now isn't there?"

Draco swallowed and leaned in to the bliss. His lips were soft and his slow manner was agony. He felt his mouth part under the pressure and took it to his advantage to own him. He pressed on going deeper yet to conquer his forbidden fruit.

"Draco," Harry said, this time in his own voice. It was music to his ears. Draco was just starting to lay across Harry when...

***

...the world went black and his face his something soft. He woke up and sat up thinking about his dream. He looked at the clock and it read 2 am. He really needed to get to sleep even though tomorrow was a Saturday. Malfoy's need their beauty sleep. He glanced around his room trying to remember where he was and why he wasn't in the Slytherin dorm, but it all came to him when his eyes fell on the unoccupied bed next to his. He wondered where Harry was even though he supposedly didn't care.

He walked out of the room, curious, to find a shivering Harry on the floor. He came closer to see that his glamour charm wasn't on and he was staring intently at his body. He was covered in scars from head to foot.

Harry?

Harry's head snapped up and he looked surprised/scared. He raised a hand to cover himself, but Malfoy grabbed it and his other one to prevent him from doing any magic. Harry closed his eyes and turned his head in shame. He tried to get his hands back from Draco, but it ended up in him being pinned, again. Harry breathed in and out slowly as Malfoy sat on top of him trying to figure a way to cover himself. He wouldn't look into those eyes which were full of pity, besides Draco's eyes were too busy looking Harry up and down.

Get off me, Malfoy.

Potter, I'm--

Don't say it.

--sorry.

Harry kept his eyes focused on a leg of the sofa.

Why won't you accept my apology?

Because you don't mean it and I don't need your pity.

What do you mean I don't mean it?

I don't know, Harry thought to him trying to hide back all emotion.

Harry sat there trying not to look into his eyes, but he couldn't help himself. Turning his head to the left he met his enemy's eyes and instantly regretted it. Draco gasped at the black eye. Harry laughed nervously.

You have a nice left hook.

Sorry.

It's not like I haven't had worse, right?

Draco broke the eye contact and looked ashamed. He released Harry's hands and started to get up when Harry stopped him.

Why did you do that to me?

Do what? Hit you?

No. Reveal these.

I really didn't mean to. Honest. I thought if a casted a revealing spell it would tell me why you were smirking.

Why didn't you just go into my mind?

You shut the link, remember?

Yeah, but you broke my block not too long ago.

I caught you off guard. You were too busy trying not to get caught by me that you weren't really concentrating on blocking me out.

You really hate being ignored, don't you?

Yeah. So why were you smirking?

I was just enjoying a mental picture of the look on Ron's face when I would tell him about our little arrangement.

Is that all? Oh, I'm sorry.

For what now?

You say that like it's a crime to be concerned and admit mistakes.

Well, coming from you, a Malfoy, it is. I have never heard you say sorry in my whole life and now I can't get you to stop saying it. What's up?

Well, let's just say that the first year you saw me having that conversation with has enlightened me about things.

Tell me.

No.

Why not? I eventually told you my story.

Well then I'll eventually tell you my story.

There's no embarrassing thing that you want hidden from the world that I could reveal, is there? Harry joked.

Draco looked hurt. I really didn't mean to embarrass you. Draco started to get up once more and Harry stopped him concerned.

It's okay. I accept your apology.

Draco looked at Harry. Sorry.

Stop saying that. I know how you feel--

Do you?

Don't I? Harry asked confused.

Draco leaned in and kissed Harry. Harry was too shocked to do anything not to mention the fact that he couldn't do anything what with Draco on top. Apparently he didn't know how he felt.

Draco broke the kiss when he realized Harry wasn't responding. He looked down to a wide-eyed Harry. Where the hell did that come from? Did I just kiss Harry Potter? Damn Premont. Memory time. He took his hands away from Harry's and was about to Obliviate him when his hands were snatched up again. Harry rolled Draco off of him and rolled on top.

You did not just try to modify my memory.

I'd be doing you a favor.

Where did that come from anyway?

I don't know, Draco lied.

I don't know about his either, Harry thought to him and captured his lips with his. Harry was confused, but he let his body take over. His mind was screaming "Ew!" and "Yeah, baby!" at the same time. So, when in doubt let the body lead.

Draco rolled them back and he was on top. He didn't try to conquer in this kiss. After all dreams were different from reality in many ways, especially the pleasure. Draco deepened it, tongue seeking out Harry's, wanting to taste his sweetness. The thought of Harry pulling away now was harsh and brutal. He broke the lip contact and sought the flesh of his neck. He gave extra attention to the scars lining down it and the quickened pulse of Harry encouraged him. Draco ran his hands over his body and he could feel him shaking under him.

Draco, Harry thought. And he knew he had him. He broke the tantalizing kisses to look in his face.

Draco took in every scar. He took his left hand away from Harry and reached up to Harry's eye. He healed it instantly and ran his fingers over a particularly nasty scar running down his right cheek. Harry seemed once again ashamed. Draco grabbed his chin and brought his head down to kiss him. Harry abandoned all thoughts.

***

Harry felt arms tighten around his waist and he subconsciously tighten his. He opened his eyes to see a pair of gray one's doing the same. He smiled.

Déjà vu.

What time is it?

Don't know. Draco looked over Harry's shoulder and saw 10:34 on the clock. 10:30.

Ouch. My back h/p>

What do you expect from sleeping on the floor all night?

Harry looked around to find them sleeping where they had...experienced feelings the night before. Harry sat up and stretched leaving Draco, still lying on the floor, to see his mangled back. He was memorizing the lines when they suddenly disappeared leaving smooth, untouched skin stretching against many muscles. Harry turned to Draco concerned.

Don't tell anyone.

I won't.

Harry got up and offered a hand to Draco. When he was up Harry took him into a hug, which Draco was glad to return.

Thank you.

Draco turned to face Harry and kissed him shyly at first, but when he felt Harry respond he deepened it. After what felt like a fucking eternity they broke apart to get air.

I guess we should get ready for the day.

Do we have to?

I bet Ron is having a shit fit by now.

And I guess I could do with an appearance with the Slytherins.

Let's get ready.

Do we have to?

Harry smiled and pulled him into the bathroom. Shower. Dress. Go, Harry thought to him turning on the shower next to the bathtub. Don't use up all the hot water.

***

"Where the hell is he?" Ron asked. Hermione shrugment Hermione made about watching his mouth. Harry lied:

Not bad so far. I didn't see him last night nor this morning so a day with out him is good on my part.

"I bet he doing one of his lackeys back in his old dorm. Seriously, any guy who spends that much time on his appearance must be gay. By the way I like your hair," Ron said.

Have you ever thought about dying yours?

"Tons," Ron replied. "But I am afraid of what I would look like."

Mind if I try? I can change it back if you don't like.

Ron looked a bit worried, but nodded his head. Harry came towards him and ran his hands through his friend's hair dying it a blonde.

Hermione glanced over the top of her book and laid it aside. "Hell no."

Harry took her hint. Ron looked hideous as a blonde, but it was worth a try. He next did a brown color that Hermione like better, but she wanted something else. Harry tried a deep black that almost was blue and Hermione gasped.

"Perfect," was all she said. Ron blushed.

Harry straightened Ron's curly locks and his hair looked good. It was messy, shaggy and it gave him a gothic kind of 'I don't care' kind of look. Harry blacked his eyebrows and eyelashes and sat back to admire his work.

I know chicks are going to dig you now if you start wearing black.

Harry summoned a mirror for him and he gaped at his reflection. "Did I ever tell you black was my favorite color?" They all laughed jovially.

***

The following weeks went as thus: Harry and Draco developed their relationship more in private as did Ron and Hermione, but publicly. After all Hermione couldn't let her man candy be on the market and she made it quite clear when ever she caught a girl looking at Ron. The weather got colder and snow started to fall as did snowball fights against houses. Harry and Draco were always an asset to their teams, though they didn't use their wandless magic, they were powerful enough to cast one hundred snowball at the other team at once with their wands. Quidditch games continued and Gryffindor beat Slytherin, of course, by ten points. The Slytherins were so far a head that the whole school, except for the Slytherins and Snape, was shouting at Harry to catch the Snitch. It was a close call that resulted in a little dip in Draco and Harry's relationship. They made up afterwards or was it made out? What's the difference?

Schoolwork was normal and they were paired up for every project much to their delight. Harry's grades were the best he had ever had and Draco was starting to like DADA, even though he still didn't like the teacher. Mrs. Ling, their new instructor was like a Professor Snape, except for the fact that she was a woman and favored the Gryffindors. The big nose and the greasy hair would make anyone question if they were related or not.

The Minister of Magic officially declared the execution to a week following Christmas Day at Hogwarts. He considered they should end the wizard where he began. Of course, all the women Professors lightly objected due to the Hogwarts kid's psyche. Maternal instincts...go figure. Eventually they caved in with the assurance of Dumbledore. We follow our heroes to Christmas day.

***

Draco?

Hm?

Wake up.

Why?

It's Christmas.

So?

I got you a present.

I told you not to.

I know.

Draco opened his eyes to see Harry smiling, eyes shiny behind his ungelled bangs. Draco smiled back and let himself be pulled into a sitting position by Harry. He straddled his lap.

Do you want it now?

Yes.

Harry leaned in a kissed him and Harry's tongue demanded entrance into Draco's mouth. Harry lapped feverishly at it quenching a thirst he had from the last time they kissed--yesterday night. Draco returned the kiss with the same amount of enthusiasm if not more. They were just getting to shed their clothes when they heard the portrait door open. They looked at each other in fear and detangled the limbs as fast as they could. They composed themselves and Harry put his glamour charm back on. Ever since Draco found out about the scars he wouldn't let Harry have his glamour charm on in his presence. The lightning bolt still remained visible due to the nature of the scar. Like Draco's swirl nothing could alter it.

"Good morning, boys," Dumbledore said smiling, standing in front of the couch where they seated themselves. They gave him a nod. "I came to deliver your present."

Present?

Our voices! Remember?

Finally.

Professor Dumbledore each gave them a bottle with a purple liquid inside and a purple bow was tied to each. The ribbon was like a marquee and 'Merry Christmas' kept rolling across in gold cursive. Touching.

"All you have to do is drink it. I warn you now that you need every last drop. It might taste worse than a Polyjuice potion so try to contain your gags."

Worse than Polyjuice? Is that possible?

You've drunk a Polyjuice Potion before? When?

I'll tell you later, Harry said pulling the stopper off the bottle. Cheers.

Cheers.

They drank it in one gulp and it was definitely rancid. Harry started to feel his voice box vibrate and then shuddered to stop. Draco and Harry looked at each other.

"Well," Professor Dumbledore asked bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"M-malfoy?"

"Potter?"

Holy shit it worked!

"Did you doubt it?" Draco asked looking at Harry.

"What?" Harry asked.

"You said 'Holy shit it worked' and I asked you if you doubted it."

"I didn't say that..." But I thought it.

Harry looked over to Draco who was wide eyed.

You can hear me can't you?

Yes.

Why?

"Professor Dumbledore? Why is it that I can still hear Harry--"

Harry quickly concentrated on Malfoy's voice before he could say another word and made him mutter, "Potter."

Draco cleared his throat as he felt Harry catch his slip. "Hem...Harry Potter in my head?" Thanks.

"Didn't I tell you two?" Dumbledore asked trying to recall.

"Tell us what, sir?" Harry asked still looking at Draco.

"The reason you can speak mentally is because of the spell Mr. Malfoy casted to connected you to the pole. The binding spell connects your deeper subconscious or fundamental nature--I don't want to say soul--to the object. If either one of you were just to the pole you would understand every thing about it. You would know its purpose, to support the stadium, and what it was made out of. However, when the binding spell has people in it their minds link forever. That is why the spell is rarely used."

"So it's not from Voldemort..." Harry said looking down at his hands.

"Did you not hear him?" Draco said rolling his eyes. Harry shot him the glance of evil.

"Oh dear," said Dumbledore. "I really thought you to would have stopped fighting by now. I guess you'll have to stay in this dorm for the remainder of the school year."

Did you hear that, Harry? Draco thought to him. More us time.

Harry gave him a fake smile and turned his attention back to Dumbledore.

"Now as you know, the execution will be held a week from today and the media, along with the world, is going to wasn't to know what happened. May I suggest a speech? Or at least go over what you are going to say." Dumbledore looked at the time and added, "Merry Christmas, boys. Don't be late for lunch."

After Dumbledore left Draco scooted over to Harry and embraced him. "A kiss for your thoughts."

"I'm thinking I need to fly," Harry said and kissed Draco's forehead as he wiggled out of his arms.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing...See you at lunch," Harry said as he exited their living room.

"What about your broom?" Draco said quietly after him.

***

Harry walked to the fat lady and laid his head on the frame.

"What's the matter dear?"

"I'm not sure," Harry said lifting his head to look at her.

"Oh! You got your voice back. How wonderful!" she squealed. Harry sighed. "Why don't you go show your friends? You'll feel better."

"I think you're right," Harry declared casting an opening spell.

"Have fun," she called after him.

Harry walked into the common room and saw two figures cuddled up on the couch by the fire. Ron and Hermione, no less. Along with Harry they were the only Gryffindors to stay behind. Ron said something about wanting to spend time alone with Hermione and then said how he was tired of Fred and George's taunting.

Ron was sitting in the middle of the couch and Hermione's back was up against one side of his chest. Harry walked up behind the couch and jumped over the back landing nicely beside Ron. They didn't have to look to know it was Harry. He turned to drape his legs over the arm of the couch while Hermione shifted to put her back against Harry's over Ron's lap. They all stared into the fire and said nothing for a long time.

"Did you get your voice?" Ron asked still looking into the fire.

"Yep."

"Thanks for the Converses. They match my style," Ron said. Harry broke his gaze from the fire and looked at Ron's feet. Prefect size.

"Welcome."

"Thanks for the book, Harry," Hermione said reaching back to pat his shoulder.

"Welcome."

"Did you open ours?"

"Not yet...I wanted to spend the first moments of Christmas with you guys," Harry said.

"Your voice sounds good," Ron said.

"Thanks."

They were staring into the fire as Draco pulled out of Harry's mind. He was confused as why Harry had lied to him. He needed to take a walk.