Harry sat on the end of the bed playing thoughtfully with the eleven inches of holly and phoenix feather that was his wand. Draco had just been putting him through his paces with ordinary magic to make sure his new situation did not affect his normal abilities and it had started him thinking.
It wasn't that his Hecatemus side had repercussions to his magic; he was more aware of it now and he was pretty sure there were resources at his disposal now that had not been there before, but everything he had learnt in school was still applicable. It was more to do with the fact that it was so normal and it brought in ideas of the outside.
"We're going to have to go to the feast, you know," Harry said eventually, and looked over to where Draco was playing with a levitation charm.
"Halloween is the deadline," his soulmate pointed out, "we can always come out on the Monday."
Harry looked at Draco steadily and raised his eyebrows.
"Draco, you're supposed to be the Slytherin here," he said with a slight smile, "don't go protective and Gryffindor on me."
Draco scowled at him for that insinuation, but it did make him lower the book he was levitating back onto the table and walk over.
"Don't accuse me of things like that," Draco said a little sulkily.
Harry grabbed him and pulled him into a hug while depositing a kiss on the top of Draco's head.
"I'm sorry," he said playfully, and let Draco go so his soulmate could sit down properly, "but you know we have to go. If we were like we used to be we'd be begging Madam Pomfrey to let us out for the feast. If we pop up perfectly healthy the next day even the Hufflepuffs will think it's odd."
Draco still didn't look very happy and, from the emotions coming off him, Harry could tell his lover still didn't like the idea.
"I know you're right," Draco admitted after a few moments, "but I don't have to like it."
After speaking Draco sighed and turned to face Harry with an appraising look. Harry let himself be studied.
"There's so much we just don't know," Draco said eventually, "and right now the idea of you in a crowd scares the magic out of me."
"Likewise, ditto and also," Harry admitted honestly, "but what scares me more is being across the other side of the hall from you."
He sighed; the whole idea of returning to the school population was daunting, and if it hadn't been for the fact that he was sure, if people found out, Draco would become a prime target, Harry would have hidden in the hospital wing for as long as possible. His lover was in no way a soft target; Draco was quite capable of taking care of himself, but Harry suspected his soulmate would be viewed as the easier way of taking out the Boy Who Lived. After all, Harry did have a nasty knack of surviving anything thrown at him.
"If Voldemort keeled over tomorrow I would shout your name from the rooftops," Harry said with a resigned sigh, "but somehow I don't see the evil bastard obliging us."
"If I ever get my wand on that dark hearted parasite he is going to understand what dying really means," Draco said rather vehemently, which caused Harry to look at his lover very carefully.
His soulmate had voiced his dislike of Voldemort several times before the pair had bonded, but Harry had always gained the impression that Draco thought the dark wizard was someone else's problem. Now it sounded personal.
"Just remember I'm the Gryffindor," he said; "I'm the one who does the recklessly heroic stuff."
The worry he knew he was projecting was what finally broke through Draco's slight sulk and Draco grinned.
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Gold Tinted Spectacles (Hecatemus Book #1)
Fanfiction(Drarry) Harry Potter is about to enter his seventh year, and things are not quite what he expected. He is no longer the angry boy who watched his world fall apart at the end of his fifth year, but neither has he completely found his place yet. He i...
