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Harry Comes Home	By : MelMel1982 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 8944 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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WARNING!! This will contain lots of HOT BOY ON BOY action, and if you don�t like it, then don�t read it. Plus, as of now, I don�t know what the sex will contain. Actually, I don�t know much about this story. I�m just flying by the seat of my pants, and the story goes where it goes, I guess. So there�s gonna be the normal M/M Slash, oral, HJ, anal, UST, etc. Warnings will be edited if anything changes. Just pay attention to them with each update, just in case. Thanks!

SUMMARY: After defeating Voldermort, Harry has a bit of nervous breakdown and leaves for what everyone thinks is short holiday. When Harry does come home, things have changed, and the one person in the world that he would never imagine vouching for him, is.

PAIRINGS: H/D, R/Hr, and maybe other.

AUTHOR�S NOTE: I have no idea where this came from, but it�s harassing me in more ways then one. First off it won�t go away. And secondly�it won�t come out! Does that make any sense. It�s there just waiting to be typed, but I can�t figure out how to get it how I want it. *groan* It�s frustrating. I was going to wait until I typed up three or four chapter before publishing it, but I can�t get passed the second chapter. So I�m going to put up the first chapter and see what everyone thinks. And maybe I�ll get a bit of inspiration and be able to finish chapter two. I hope you all like this story.

EDIT: I WROTE THIS A REALLY LONG TIME AGO. I DECIDED TO REPOST IT BECAUSE I READ ALL OF THE REVIEWS AGAIN AND THEY WERE ALL VERY POSITIVE. SO THIS IS FOR ALL OF THE NEWER READERS/WRITERS THAT HAVEN'T READ MY WORK BEFORE. PLEASE ENJOY.
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HARRY COMES HOME

It was July twenty-seventh. And a week until his twenty-first birthday. Harry Potter held a letter in his hand that was delivered to him over two hours ago. It was from Hermione, of course. She was wishing him an early happy birthday, and asking him if he was coming home soon. Harry sat on his couch agonizing over this decision that was months in the making.

After Harry defeated Voldermort, nearly destroying himself in the process, and the media frenzy that followed, he collapsed in exhaustion. The Medi-Witches pegged it as a nervous breakdown and that all he needed was to go on holiday for awhile. After contemplating what to do, he decided that a month away would be good for him. Hermione and Ron readily agreed, hoping he would be less of a grouch and finally get some rest. Well one month turned into two, and two became six and now he had officially been gone a little over a year and a half. He knew his friends missed him. But he had done a lot of thinking, and facts became muddled and for some strange reason he was afraid to come back home. He knew he would be received warmly by the only people that mattered, but the thought of the reporters and having to relive the events that destroyed Voldermort would break him again. It took him a long time to get over the terror of that night and didn�t want to have to reopen still not-so-healed wounds.

But on the other hand, he did miss everyone. As much as he tried to make a life in the muggle world, and explore his sexuality with people that didn�t give a lick about him or know him for who he really is, it was lonely and he wished for the warmth of the Burrow, or Hogwarts, even Grimmauld Place, and the comfort of friendly faces.

There was one other thing that scared the shit out of Harry, though. Draco Malfoy. He didn�t know what to think of him anymore.

During the War, Harry, Ron and Hermione were quite surprised to find Malfoy huddling near the fireplace in a dilapidated, un-plottable cottage far north while searching for Horcruxes. He was very malnourished and filthy. He didn�t even have the state of mind to draw his wand. His eyes fell on Harry and something akin to horror and relief washed over him. He was scared but at the same time he was relieved that it hadn�t been death eaters or ministry officials.

The three of them fought over what to do with him. Rather, Ron and Hermione fought while Harry stood there rubbing his temples trying to keep an oncoming headache at bay. Ron wanted to kill him on the spot, but Hermione chastised him immediately.

�Ronald Weasly! How could you be so cruel? Look at him. How fair and just would that be?�

�It�s Malfoy! We would be doing the world a favor, really!� he spat.

�Oh really?! And that would be lowering yourself to their standards! And just because he�s been mean and evil and just�horrid to us for six years doesn�t mean that we have to be just as evil! If we attack and kill him now, how does that make us any different from them? What will we have been fighting for?!� she shouted at him. Harry was quite proud of Hermione for putting Ron in his place, seeing as he huffed a few times and then shook his head, but at the same time didn�t know why she was sticking up for Malfoy. But right now, they had to deal with the blond git.

They took him with them back to the Order, and after hours of questioning, bickering, bartering and the like, Malfoy was allowed to stay in their protective custody. Later in the War he requested if he could help spy, stating that he was feeling a little useless just sitting around. After more bickering Moody and Remus decided that they could use the help, but had to take extra care that he did jobs where he wouldn�t be recognized by any death eaters.

Months went by and Malfoy helped procure many a bit of information that helped Harry get closer to the end. Weeks before Harry destroyed Voldermort, Draco made a vague confession that Harry still didn�t understand. It was a mild summer night and Harry was going over the spells he would need to destroy Voldermort. A sound at the door of the study made Harry look up and he saw Malfoy leaning casually against the frame. He was picking at something under his nails and looking up at Harry every now and then through his lashes. Harry had to admit that he looked one hundred percent better now then when they found him in the cottage.

�May I help you, Malfoy?� Harry asked quietly. Malfoy came over and sat next to Harry.

�You are going win right?� Malfoy asked just as quietly as Harry did. He look over to the blonde and saw worry etched all over his face.

�Well, I hope. You reckon I�ll lose?�

�No-er�I don�t know. Do you remember when you found me?� At this Harry nodded his understanding. �Well I was relieved because�erm�well I guess I knew that I had been wrong for so long, having a radically blind faith in my father, and therefore having that same blind faith in a maniac with beliefs that now�um�seem stupid to me, I knew that I was on the wrong side of the war. Does that make sense?� Harry nodded again, completely gob smacked at this information.

�I just felt that if the ministry was going to throw me into Azkaban, and Voldermort wanted to kill me for my failure, the only place I had left was the Order. After Dumbledore offered me protection before�you know, I knew that I could trust you and the rest of the Order.�

�What does any of this have to do with my destroying Voldermort?�

�I know you have everything you need now, some of that thanks to me, but, honestly if I was in your position, I would be scared shitless. I would doubt�everything.�

�And you think that I�m not scared?�

�I-I know you are. I�m just saying that� Look, just come back alive, will you? Defy the odds, yeah?� And with that he left the room. Whether or not he knew it, Draco gave Harry something a little more to live for. A determination to really kick Voldermort�s lousy arse! But at the same time he made Harry think very hard: why would his old school arch nemesis want him to�er� �come back alive�? Harry consequently pondered that one statement for quite a long time. Even after he did come back alive, and then subsequently left everyone behind for almost nineteen months, he was still pondering it.

Harry looked back down at the letter. He supposed now was as good of a time to come home as any. Hermione had told him in many a letter that she wanted him home by his twenty first birthday so they could all celebrate it together. That made a smile grace his lips. Hermione was a witch through and through, but she still had her Muggle traditions in place. Turning twenty-one really meant nothing in the Wizarding world, but to muggle-borns and half bloods, it meant something! It was like a second coming of age!

Well that settled that then! He guessed this could be a positive step in the right direction; a way to start fresh. Harry supposed he should reply and tell her that he was finally coming home. He was sure she would be extremely happy. And as she should be. He was suddenly feeling a little giddy himself, if not a bit apprehensive. It would be a bit strange, but he was sure he could handle it.

He pulled out a piece of parchment that hadn�t seen the light of day in almost a year, and, not having a quill in over ten months, used a normal ballpoint been and scribbled a hasty reply. He sent Hedwig out with the letter, and as she became a small speck in the skyline, he couldn�t help but think that he just past the point of no return. If he didn�t want to go back, it was too late now.

�Damn.�

TBC�
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A/N: Well, geez. Where in the world did this come from? I don�t know, but I�m lovin� it. (McDonald�s owns that, not me) Well please read, rate, and most important of all� tah dah! Review, review, review! I�ll love you all long time!

I HOPE YOU ALL LIKE IT. IF YOU'VE READ THIS BEFORE I HOPE YOU STILL LIKE IT!

Until next time, my pretties!

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