Love Under Will

Chapter One

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Rating: R for language, frequent sexual situations, and angst

Disclaimer: I don't own anything here, except the writing. No profit is intended except the sheer joy I get out of constructing this story.

Note: Info on points raised throughout the story will always be chapter-specific; look at the end of each chapter for notes as necessary.

Chapter One: No Rose of Such Virtue

Early every morning, Draco jogged around Hogwarts.  He had gotten in the habit two years earlier when everyone was on edge about the Azkaban dementors.  They frightened Draco.  His father had given him plenty of over-eager descriptions of those monsters and what they could do, and all the tormenting he had given Potter over them that year was nothing more than a diversion from the fact that he was terrified of them himself.  As the dementors got bolder, his jitters had increased so much that he had started getting up early every morning and taking a jog to clear his mind and keep himself focused.  He wasnt about to let the dementors affect his studies. For all he grumbled about Hogwarts and what a lousy headmaster Dumbledore was, he loved it there, and would do just about anything to see Slytherin recognized as the best house in the school.  He suspected Dumbledore knew how he felt: he always seemed more tolerant of him than any other adult there save Snape.   But to be the student he wanted to be, he had to stay in absolute possession of himself, and so every morning he ran, often using the image of Potter fainting before a dementor to spur him on.

The daily exercise had revitalized him and given him a quiet assurance he had come to relish, and so after the removal of the dementors he simply kept running.  The few people he met so early never gave a second thought at seeing his spare, light form jogging through the wet morning grass.  The more he ran the more he liked it.  He liked the feeling of security, the power it imbued his well-toned muscles, and the confidence it helped him developa confidence that came, for the first time in his life, not from being a Malfoy, but simply from being himself. 

He got a private thrill out of the fact that people noticed the difference.  Heads turned when he entered a room; younger girls blushed, and those his own age gave him their full attention.  He had respect, if not approval, from the other houses.  He knew everyone saw the changehe liked to think of it as a graceful malignanceexcept for Harry Potter.  They had grown out of shooting firecrackers into each others cauldrons or sending ridiculous spells at each other during a dispute.  Their enmity had grown a bit quieter, a bit more intense; a bit more telepathic.  Yet he knew Potter still saw him as the spoiled, Mudblood-hating snob who envied him his fame. 

Draco Malfoy did not envy Harry Potter. 

But.

Over the previous months, ever since the beginning of their fifth year togetherhad he really only known Potter four years?something about Potter had been nagging him.  It had been bothering him for so long he had almost gotten used to it, but at times, as it had in that Quidditch match, it shot to the forefront of his consciousness and lingered there unpleasantly: 

The truth was that Draco didnt just respect Potter.

He admired Potter. 

He couldnt begin to say when his loathing had turned to respect, nor when respect had increased to admiration.  He knew only that ever since the Tri-Wizard Tournamentno, specifically, ever since his remark about mudbloods on the train home after Voldemorts return to power Potter had come to breathe venom around him, while Draco had come to admit a bitter admiration for the wizard he still despised.

Suddenly, for the first time in Dracos life, he and Potter were out of balance.  Suddenly Potter looked at him with pure hatred, borne of experiences Draco could never understand.  Hed thought he knew Potters rage, but he soon realized he had only scratched the surface of Potters darkness.  The change stunned Draco, who felt as though he were losing something vital with each contemptuous stare, and he became icy and silent in his turn.  He had gradually begun to chafe under the heaviness of Potters wall of loathingand the fact that he was spending so much time thinking about Harry Potters opinion of him at all made him that much more bitter. 

And then, that Monday morning, it had started.

Draco was out for a very invigorating jog through the frozen Hogwarts gardens, his breath settling on the air in perfect white clouds.  No one was around.  He cut through the gardens on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.  This year a portion of the grounds had been converted into a large magical garden with a very oriental layout.  Thanks to Professor Sprouts assorted enchantments, the plants bloomed all year, even now amid bitter November frosts.  Draco jogged through and had decided to turn and head back, when he saw it.

He ran past it, did a double take, and stopped.  He saw at first only a sparkling, uncatchable light that made him think initially he was looking at a thousand tiny snitches.  As he moved closer he saw it was a rose, enlarged to three times its normal size and with petals as thick as velvet.  They shimmered with an iridescence that reminded Draco of sun on the ocean.  He could hardly decide what color it was. It was the only flower on the vine, and the vine itself seemed to begin and end nowhere, its branches so thick and numerous, wrapped around each other so intricately, that it was impossible to tell where they started.  It was covered with long thin thorns that shone like ebony.

He stood staring at the flower for a moment, transfixed, and slowly reached up to touch it, gingerly brushing it with his forefinger.  At the contact a delicious sensation invaded him, as though he were being bathed in waves of luxurious silk.  He smiled.  Just then the morning sun topped the mountains and sent a demanding shaft of light streaming over the rose.  When the golden beam met its petals they refracted it into the air as though they were made of crystal.  The light spun and danced all around him, immeasurably bright. 

It was quite simply the most beautiful thing Draco had ever seen. 

He didnt know what possessed him to do it.  He only knew that a moment so beautiful needed, well, something more& He took a quick, fleeting look around to make sure no one could witness: he wanted only to be left alone.   Somehow it was a completely private moment, as though that flower had been put there only for him.  Whipping his wand from where he had tucked it inside his Slytherin sweats, he murmured gently, Musicalis.

Instantly, softly, almost with the wind itself, an unseen harp began to play around the rose.  Draco recognized it as a song he had known in his childhood, from so long ago he could barely remember.  Indeed, the music was at first so faint it seemed drawn straight out of his memory. He shut his eyes and concentrated on the harp and the melody; gradually, slowly, the sound grew stronger and more audible, and he heard a non-existent childrens choir begin to sing^1:

 ^{There is no rose of such virtu
As is the rose that bare Jesu:
Alleluia.}

 ^{The music was celestialperfect.  Draco realized immediately that not only could he still see the shimmering dancing flower with his eyes shut, but that the music was intensifying the vividness of its colors and the light around it.} 

^{Leave we all this worldly mirth,
And follow we this joyful birth:
Transeamus.}

^{Alleluia, res miranda,
Pares forma, gaudeamus:
Transeamus.  Transeamus. Transeamus.}

 ^{The melody seemed to soar up into the sky and out of reach, leaving a beautiful, swelling ache in Dracos heart.  He kept his eyes tightly closed until the last note of the harp had echoed and faded. This was the most relaxing jog he had ever taken.} 

 ^{With the smile still playing about his lips, he opened his eyes}

 ^{and saw Harry Potter hovering on his Firebolt a few feet above him..}

^{Draco lurched back so suddenly he collided into an orchid and nearly stumbled into the giant koi pond behind him.  Potter was staring at him, wearing an expression that was, well, indescribable.  Draco was shaken to the core. It was as if Potter had not only invaded his privacy, but invaded his heart.  Startled and indignant, he heard himself snap with more anger than he felt, What the hell are you doing here, Potter?}

^{Potter stammered stupidly, I was flying in the practice field and I saw the lightheard the music.} 

^{Well, you can just fly away again, now, Potter.}

^{But Potter was slowly floating down to the ground, making no attempt to hide the fact that he was completely dumbfounded.  This was getting worse by the second.  Potter was the last, absolutely the last, person Draco wanted to catch him being sentimental.  Potter wasnt even glancing at the rose beside Draco, which churned away, spinning color and light like a kaleidoscopeinstead his eyes were boring into Dracos as though they wanted to turn him inside out.}   

^{In that moment, Draco realized suddenly that Potter, for the first time in his life, didnt know what to make of him.} 

^{I suppose youre thinking of what youre going to tell all your pansy-ass Gryffindor cronies about Malfoys sentimental side? he shot out as Potter dismounted his broom and came to stand next to him, his eyes still probing Dracos intently.  He had never been this close to Potter on the ground.  inexplicably his heart began to beat faster.} 

^{Im not going to tell them anything, Potter said quietly.}

^{Draco wished Potter would stop looking at him like that.}

^{Oh, right, the noble Potter mustnt do anything beneath him.}

^{Im not like you, in other words, Potter said in that same quiet undertone.}

^{You think I want to be like you?  Potter was silent, his countenance darkening under his disheveled mop of black hair.  Oh, I get it, youve caught me having a moment and now you think youve discovered theres some good in me after all.  He moved closer to Potter, pleased at how perfectly equal in height they werehe could just look full into Potters face.  Youre so predictable, Potter. Get over it.}

^{Potters eyes flashed.  That was better, Draco thought: more familiar, less inexplicably unsettling. I said I only came over because I heard the music, Malfoy, not because I wanted to gawk at you.  He stepped back and added, So you like gardens.  I could care less.}

^{Draco glared wordlessly at Potter, hoping his rage and indignation would be more effective through silence.  Apparently they werent.  Why didnt the bloody git just leave?  They looked at each other uncertainly.   Draco noticed how alive Potter looked, his cheeks flushed from the cold, from flying, his eyes bright and clear and fixed on him with that same amazed look.   Draco realized he liked that look. Hed never been this close to Potter when he wasnt embroiled in some kind of rage. It surprised him.  Hed always been instinctively aware of the darkness that lurked beneath Potters still front; hed never really noticed before how innocent the young wizard actually looked.} 

^{The musicwhat was it? Potter asked nonchalantly.}

^{Oh, very good, Potter, small talk.}

^{So its not everyday you hear singing out of thin air.   Potter shifted uncomfortably.}

^{Why dont you}

^{Just forget it.  But the prat kept standing there.}

^{Draco ripped his eyes from Potters and looked back at the rose, even though he knew Potter was still staringlet him stare, Im not a fright to look atand said with his trademark drawl, A Muggle wrote it for Christmas, I think.} 

^{A Muggle? You know Muggle music?}

^{Music is magic, Potter, Draco replied shortly.}

^{But how did you know the}

^{My mothers family is Catholic, Draco said, unable to resist a glance at Potter for his reaction.  He didnt even try to hide his astonishment.}

^Catholic?

^{I didnt say we were saints, Potter.}

^{Potter looked as though nothing would ever surprise him again.}

^{Draco tossed his Slytherin scarf around his neck.  Right, then. Are we done with the male bonding?because I have a run to finish.}

^{Almost thoughtfully, as if he were wondering why, Potter responded, Youre such a bastard, Malfoy.}

^{Oh, Potter, you are predictable, Draco thought.  Harry Potter, trying to decipher the mind of Draco Malfoyit was just the sort of thing to deserve humiliation. His eyebrows flew up.   This is news? Potter bit his lip and Draco pushed past him.   Spare me the verbal sparring till youve grown witty enough to make it worth my while, eh? In fact, better call it off altogetherI only have so many years left to live.}

^{If you spent half as much time flying as you do mouthing off, Malfoy, you might be able to beat me in a Quidditch match.}

^{Draco whirled.  If you spent half as much time studying as you did flying around on your little stick you might be able to avoid my humiliating you in potions on a daily basis.}

^{Your favorite professor wasnt too happy when I won the cup away from you.}

^{What good did your broomstick do you when the Dark Lord had you in the Imperius Curse?}

^{Youd know, as your pathetic Death-eating father will have told you all about how he came cowering back to Volde}

^{Eat shit, Potter!}

^{They both went for their wands at the same time, but just as Draco was about to send a cascade of flames over his archrivals t-shirt, Potter yelled, No, wait! and put his hand on Dracos chest to stop him.  Draco let out a gurgle of disgust and started to jerk away, but then stopped as he saw that Potter was staring at the rose vine beside them.} 

^{It had &changed.}

^{The rose had shriveled up completely and turned to a pale muddy brown.  The light it reflected had vanished, and a smoky black haze hung around it.   The vine had come untangled and was waving its thorns dangerously in their direction: thorns six inches long, with hair-thin razor points.  The more they spoke the more the vine seemed to swing and sway near them, as though it were searching for the source of the dissonance around it.}

^{Whats it doing? Potter whispered, his hand still lingering cautiously on Dracos shirtfont.}

^{I think it draws on the sound waves in the air, gulped Draco.  It must have reacted to the raised voices.}

^{Bit of a short turn-around, muttered Potter.  At that moment the plant lunged for him and swiped at his Quidditch sweats, causing him to jump back with a yelp.}

^{Dont scream, you idiot, itll hear us! Draco seethed, but the plant took a swing at him next.  At the same time Potter and Draco realized that the vine was about to launch itself at them, fifty different thorned tentacles reaching out at once.} 

^Go!

^Duck!

^{They dived out of the way just as a thick black thorn came crunching down in the spot where Potter had just stood.  The dumb bloke had turned around to gawk at it, and Draco had to push him violently around the corner just as the plants arms swept around after them.  One of the thorns caught Draco in the shoulder and he cried out as it tore a deep gash down his back.  He found Potter suddenly gripping him by the other shoulder to keep him from stumbling.  No, dont make a sound. Hold on, Potter ordered. Pointing his wand at the plant, he shouted, Musicalis!}

^{Instantly, the air was filled with disco music.}

^{The vines jerked back as if in shock, and so did Draco.  What the bloody hell is this?}

^{Abba, said Potter with a grimace. It got stuck in my head this morning, The prisms of light from the vine began to shoot out something that looked suspiciously like strobe lights.}

^{Ill never let you forget this, Potter, Draco said, his derisive laugh changing into a wince as his shoulder throbbed.  Potter was looking at him like that again.} 

^{Here, Potter said, reaching for his arm. Let me take a look.}

^{No, Potter. Im fine.}

^{Youve got blood running down your elbow.}

^{So? Whats it to you if Ive got three heads?}

^{Maybe I want to know if youll be able to play Quidditch on Wednesday.}

^{Youd better hope I cant.}

^{Potter cast him a look that said with supreme smugness, As though you could ever beat me, and then reached for Dracos sleeve.}

^{I said Im all right, Potter, if youll just}

^{Youre a bloody difficult priss}

^{Ohowget back}

^{Shut up already, Malfoy, Potter said, shoving him forcefully down to the ground with a surprisingly gentle touch.  Draco plopped down and found Potter on his knees, leaning over him.} 

^{Draco didnt exactly know what to say.}

^{Potter pushed up his glasses and bent near Dracos shoulder.   Theres too much blood, he winced.}

^{Getting faint, are you?}

^{I mean I cant see the wound.  He poked his wand in Dracos face a bit distractedly and muttered, Wingarmentia.  Instantly Dracos shirt was lying in a heap beside him.}

^{Goddamn, Potter!} 

^Sorry!

^{Where did you learn that?}

^Um.

^{Why, Mr. Potter.  Well, well, well.}

^{Dissolutia, Potter said pointedly, and Draco felt the hot blood against his skin dissolve and vanish.   Did you get hit anywhere else?  Draco shook his head.  He couldnt decide whether to tell Potter that if anyone ran across them this way hed kill him, or whether to risk a look straight into Potters emerald eyes.  Somehow it seemed just the thing to do& but Potter decided for him by looking calmly at the wound and then turning to gaze directly at Draco.  Draco felt his heart trip, fall, and topple somewhere out of reach.  But he looked straight back.  They continued to gaze each other down as they talked, each unwilling to be the first to look away.}  

^{Its nasty.  Youll have to go to Madam Pomfrey if you want to be able to walk around school without everyone gawking at you.}

^{Youve been to see her enough times and they still gawk at you, Draco responded coldly.}

^{Sorry. Youll have to do more than yell at a plant to get a scar like mine.}

^{Some of us dont need the fame, Potter.}

^{Potter still looked earnestly back at him, completely silent.   Draco noticed how rapidly Potters heart was beating.  He wondered if the Boy who Lived would leave, would continue to say stupid things, or just stay there watching him in order to humiliate him a little more. After a long moment, lazily, uber-casually, he drawled, You can get off me now, Potter.}

^{Potter didnt move.  He didnt even blink.  The old intensity of the look he reserved for Draco had returned, along with something else, something new and inscrutable.  Why did you do it?}

^{Do what?}

^{Conjure the music.}

^{Whats it to you?}

^{I dont know.  Potter looked down.  He seemed suddenly perplexed. Just forget it.}

^{Draco pushed Potter off of him and got to his feet, ignoring the pain in his shoulder.  All right, then, he said coolly.} 

^{Draco pulled his shirt back on, trying not to wince.  Potter picked up the Firebolt where he had dropped it in the scramble to escape the vine, which was now happily bobbing and swaying to Take A Chance On Me.  He mounted it as though he were trying to think of an excuse not to.} 

^{Say anything in Gryffindor about finding me with that plant, Potter, and Ill let the whole school know how much you like disco, Draco said malevolently, sweeping his scarf around his neck once more, taking care not to favor his injured shoulder.} 

^{Finethen dont say anything to the Slytherins about how you pushed me out of its way just now, Potter said nonchalantly, the faintest trace of a smile of understanding playing about his lips.} 

^{Draco glared at him with a raised eyebrow, daring him to make an issue of it. Next time Ill be sure to push you the opposite direction, he sneered.  But it was a half-hearted sneer.  Something indefinable had passed between them just now.  Draco wasnt about to pretend it wasnt there.} 

^{But he didnt have to care, either.}

^{Without waiting for a response, he tossed his head and started off slowly towards the hospital wing, leaving Potter to stand alone looking after him.}

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^{1. The song Draco heard was a beautiful movement from Benjamin Britten�s Ceremony of Carols. The Latin �transeamus� translates to �transport us� or �let us go over.� Further info and text can be found here.}

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