"Not being able to Apparate is not the end of the world," Draco was standing in front of Harry with his hands on his hips, glaring at him. "Some wizards never even learn because it's too much trouble."
"I'm not some wizard," Harry replied, more than a little annoyed with his lover's stubborn attitude.
They had been throwing the same idea around for the last twenty minutes and Draco was being very obstinate.
"If I'm suddenly surrounded by Death Eaters I need to be able to get away," Harry continued his argument. "At the moment just the thought of Apparating is enough to make me splinch myself and it's not good enough."
"Harry," Draco said with a very exasperated and yet also sympathetic tone to his voice, "you nearly fainted yesterday because I Apparated; doesn't this tell you about what it could do to you if you try it yourself?"
It was true that Apparating at that moment, had they been somewhere that the spell would work, would have been a really bad idea, however, Harry suspected his problem with it would be the same as many other inconveniences he had had with his condition.
"The first time you Apparated was a shock," he admitted, "and the second time wasn't much better, but there was a difference. I know it's never going to be my favourite means of transportation, but I think we can bring it to a level where I will be able to use it."
The exasperation was still hovering in Draco's features and in his feelings, but Harry could tell that his argument had had an effect. If there was one thing his lover responded to well it was logic, even if it took a while to convey said logic in any way that Draco would accept.
"There's nowhere to practice," Draco pointed out, clearly unhappy with the whole idea, but conceding Harry had a point.
At that Harry knew he had won, at least a partial victory, because he knew something Draco didn't.
"Actually there is," he said and managed to keep the triumph off his face even though he was sure his soulmate would have felt it anyway.
Draco raised one elegant eyebrow at that piece of information.
"Why does it not surprise me that you know a way around the no Apparating at Hogwarts constant that the rest of the universe has to obey?" the sarcasm dripped from his lover's tongue with ease, but Harry could tell Draco was put out rather than out and out annoyed.
"Where do you think I learnt?" Harry pointed out with a grin. "My relatives were not exactly likely to have let me practice there and I passed less than a month after I turned seventeen. I was taught last year, here, by the Order."
The expression on Draco's face showed that he hadn't thought about it like that.
"How?" his lover, asked, honestly curious.
"Room of Requirement," Harry replied simply.
The thoughtful expression on his lover's face told him that Draco was considering the idea, but Harry could tell his soulmate was still confused.
"Surely allowing anyone to Apparate in Hogwarts would open the wards to attack?" Draco voiced his problem with the concept.
Harry shook his head and tried to remember how Dumbledore had explained it when he had first told him that he would be having extra lessons.
"It doesn't allow anyone to Apparate in or out," he explained quickly, "it forms a bubble inside the wards that is free of the restriction, but not connected with the outside world."
Draco looked and felt surprised.
"A little universe of its own?" he said as he reasoned it out. "That's hideously complicated magic."
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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...
