You can have it all

Harry jumped from around the corner and shouted three spells in quick succession, sending two figures flying. The third one, whom his spell had missed, tried to dive behind the boxes littering the dingy street. Before he got there, a sickly yellow light reached him. Harry turned around. A pale hand gripping the wand was still protruding from around the corner, the wizard in black, hooded cloak attached to it on the other end. The grey eyes narrowed in anger.

"Do it again, Potter, and I'll kill you if they don't!" he spat.

"Hey, I knew you were behind me!"

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Harry didn't put his jacket on and Draco didn't take off his hat. This way they showed their mutual disrespect without resorting to insults.

"I'm not taking any case from you, Malfoy. Forget it."

Slim fingers played with an unlit cigarette. The way Harry looked at it suggested that he was waiting for Draco to light it only to have an excuse to throw him out.

"The Lestranges escaped yesterday." The voice lacked its usual haughtiness, the lips didn't smirk. The wrist propped against the edge of Harry's dusty desk seemed surprisingly fragile.

"Bring the locket," Harry heard himself saying.

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"Look, it's changing colour!" The messy-haired boy hopped excitedly.

"Of course, it is. You've just added gentian roots."

"I never thought it would work."

The blond shook his head in exasperation. They were using The Potions Book, older than the oldest wizard, its origin lost in the mists of time.

Harry carefully measured out the dried verbena leaves into the cauldron. Suddenly, the froth covered the entire surface of the brew.

"What! I followed the recipe!"

"It says nothing of soaking one's sleeve in the potion." Draco fished out the edge of overlong, dripping fabric and held it out accusingly.

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"It won't change anything between us, Draco."

"Why would your marriage change anything?"

"This is only to keep up appearances."

"I don't know if I want to keep up appearances. Maybe I should find myself another lover, not so clandestine for a change."

"Don't you dare!"

"I have to be sure you won't leave me."

"How?"

"The Unbreakable Vow."

"It's Dark magic. Besides, we would need a bonder and we can't risk telling anyone about us."

"There is other way to bond us together forever. It will only require your and my blood."

"Fine. How much?"

"To the last drop."

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The forefinger and middle finger massaged the inside of the wrist. The veins protruding over the tendons were pulsing wildly with blood.

"You said you didn't want to do it ever again." The voice wasn't accusing, merely sad.

"I'm still saying it."

"Why did you come, then?"

The wrist was roughly wrenched from the tender grip, the outline of the stiff shoulders and flaxen hair visible against the light pouring through the door left ajar.

"Maybe- Maybe I wanted to check if sober I would see the same in you."

"And your verdict is..."

"It isn't safe to meet here."

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The glint, the hint, the rustle.

Out of the corner of his eye, on the periphery of his field of vision, almost there... Draco stops, turns around and waits. Nothing, as usual. But just let him move and continue on his way and the shadow, the feeling at the nape of his neck will be back. Another ghost in the castle, this one completely invisible. This one causing the waves of heat to travel through his body, instead of the cold freezing blood in his veins. The shimmer and fingers close around Draco's wrist.

The kiss, the sigh, the moan.

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