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Waited For So Long	By : inuyoukaigirl1984 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6470 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the characters from the series. Original characters are just that, original, and are of my own creation. Any resemblances, mannerisms, or names similar to actual persons is pure coincidence and no infringement is intended. I claim no monetary compensation in the creation of this work of fanfiction. I enjoy playing with the characters in an effort to amuse myself and others.

A/N: This is a rewritten version of my original story of the same title. After a long hiatus, taking care of my family, myself, and work, I took at look at old stories and have started to rework them and fix them up. As I am without a beta, I missed a lot of mistakes, so I'm happy to say that I have fixed most of them to the best of my abilities. Any other mistakes that I have missed, please feel free to bring them to my attention and I will fix them as soon as I am able to.

While I have the first two or three chapters already completed, it will take me some time to rework and repost them, so please have patience. I am a working mother, so my time is stretched as it is, but I will work hard to get out new chapters after I have updated the first ones.

Please, feel free to drop a review and tell me how I'm doing. While flames are not allowed on sites, there's still the occasional few that make it past security. We like grilling out, down here in Texas, so any flames will be put on the grill and will be slow roasted and fed to the dogs. I do take well to constructive criticism, and I welcome any chances to grow as a writer from those who have more experience than myself.

Chapter 1

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The home away from home for dozens of children for nine months of the year. A place where children with magical gifts come to learn about their talent, how to control their abilities, and of the world they were born into. For one Harry J. Potter, it became many things over the course of seven years.

Harry looked up at the towering structure before him in awe. After the final battle against Voldemort, reconstruction of the school began almost immediately. The finished product was more than he could believe. Harry hadn't stayed during the rebuilding process, choosing instead to enroll in the Ministry of Magic's Auror Program.

There he stood, 13 years later, a medically discharged Auror and the newest addition to the faculty of Hogwarts. Headmistress Minerva McGonnagall had contacted him just two months prior, at the end of last term, and had offered him the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts instructor. At the time, Harry couldn't have asked for a better offer.

A gentle tug on his cloak brought Harry's mind back to the present. He looked down at the wide, green eyes of his son, James Sirius. The boy was a near look-alike to him, taking very few of Ginny's traits.

The thought of his ex-wife brought a pinch of pain to Harry's heart. He'd loved the red-head fiercely and had been deeply hurt when she chose her Quidditch career over her family.

“Daddy?” James softly ventured.

Harry looked down at his son and nodded his head. “Let's go, Jamie,” he replied and started forward again.

As they neared the double-door entrance, James' eyes widened in wonder. He knew he would one day dwell in the great castle. He didn't think that day would be so soon. His father had told him many stories of his adventures and mishaps from his school days. He couldn't wait to attend the school and learn and be just like his father.

The enchanted building's doors opened for them and they were admitted into the entrance hall. Harry looked around and took in the new interior. It appeared to same, except for the lack of aging on the stones. The moving paintings had all turned and gazed upon the welcome intruders. Greetings of “Hello Harry” and “Welcome back, Mr. Potter” followed the two.

As they reached the Great Hall, a blond headed figure, one Harry hadn't seen in years, stepped out in front of them.

Draco Malfoy walked through the halls of Hogwarts in a fashion not all that dissimilar from his late godfather. Leave it to the Headmistress to put him on an errand while he was in the middle of brewing potions. Apparently their new DADA instructor had arrived and she was far too busy to greet the man herself.

Not even the courtesy of telling me his name, he grumbled in his head. Deciding not to make the newcomer wait, Draco took a shortcut through the Great Hall and quickened his pace. He passed through the entrance and stopped just outside the Hall. He turned to the left and was nearly floored by the sight before him.

Blue steel eyes met forest green and both men stood motionless, staring at each other. It was painfully obvious that neither had expected the other.

Harry, the first to come out of their staring contest, took the dozen steps to reach the still disbelieving Draco. He didn't speak as he observed the changes 13 years had on his former rival. Draco's hair was still the bright platinum blond it had been all through school. His pale skin a shade darker than it had been. A couple inches taller than Harry, though Harry was heavier built. Harry couldn't stop looking at Draco's eyes. They used to hold so much animosity and disdain. Now...Now there seemed to be a distinct brightness in them. Not an open kindness, but a definite change.

“You're Draco Malfoy,” James announced in a matter-of-face tone. “Dad's told me lots about you. Like how you and him were always fighting and how you were the best competition against him in Quidditch.” James looked over the man in front of him and cocked his head slightly in thought. “Are you still good at potions? Dad's not great at them. Will you teach me to brew potions as good as you?”

“Jamie...” Harry admonished, only to be interrupted by a soft, low-pitched chuckle.

“Potter, it does not surprise me that your son would behave in such a manner,” they Slytherin jabbed. Draco knelt down to James' level and gazed seriously into the youth's eyes. “What's your name, young man?” he asked the boy.

James looked up into Harry's amused face in question. At his father's confirmation, he turned and met the blond's gaze. “I'm James Sirius Potter and I'm nine years old,” he replied with as much confidence as he could muster.

Draco nodded his head in thought. “If you promise to try your hardest,” he paused and glanced up at Harry, “and promise not to be as terrible as your father,” he smiled at the Gryffindor's glare, “I don't see why not. As long as it's alright with your dad.”

James spun around quickly and laid pleading eyes on his father. “Please, Dad? Please, please, please? You know I want to learn potions more than anything!”

Harry looked between James and Draco uncertainly. “Let's get settled and give me some time to think about it.” When his son's shoulders slumped in disappointment, he settled his hand on the boy's head.

Draco stood and directed the Potters to follow him. After walking a short distance, he focused on the man beside him. Harry hadn't changed much since he last saw him. He'd grown taller and wider from his Auror training, that was obvious. His hair still held that damned rebellious tussle. His eyes were the same green, only wizened.

He's aged well, Draco thought to himself.

Harry, having felt the man's study of him, locked eyes with the Potions Master and raised a brow in question.

Draco once again turned his attention in front of him. “If my son had asked the same of me,” he stated, “my answer would have been the same as yours.” He glanced over in time to see mild surprise on the other man's face. “Our positions in school and for most of the war would have made me highly wary of you.”

“But I'm not wary of you...” Harry began, only to be interrupted again.

“Yes, you are,” Draco said firmly. “You are, and there is no reason for you not to be.” They stopped before the gargoyle that guarded the Headmistress' office and faced each other. “We've both changed in 13 years, Harry. I don't deny that. But we haven't kept in touch, haven't spoken to each other, in those 13 years. We don't know how much the other has changed. You'd be a fool to trust openly right away.”

As Draco said the password and the gargoyle stepped aside fro them, Harry gazed upon his old rival in a new light. He was right, of course. As much as Draco had helped during, and after, the war, Harry still didn't trust him. He followed the Potions professor up the winding staircase and couldn't help the amazement at how much the blond had matured. If only he had been like this in school, Harry mused. We could have been great friends.

They reached the Headmistress' office and Harry was pleased to note that in the decade that he'd been gone, nothing much had changed. The portraits still hung on the wall, the Sorting Hat sat on his stool in a corner and nearly all the gadgets and nick-knacks Dumbledore had collected remained in their places. The newest additions, Harry noted,were the portraits of Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape, and Minerva McGonnagall herself.

“Aunt Minni!” James shouted as he pushed his way passed the two men in front of him. He rounded the large desk and all but launched himself at the gray-haired, former head of Gryffindor House.

Minerva braced herself as much as she could against a flying nine year old boy. His arms wrapped around her neck and she enfolded the boy in her own. When she saw his father prepared to get onto him, she raised her hand and shook her head, signaling that she was fine.

“I may be an old woman, Harry, but the day when I am treated as a fragile porcelain doll is a way off.” She then peeled the younger potter from her form and stood him before her. “Let me look at you, young man,” she said as she studied him. “Why James Sirius Potter. I do believe that you have grown at least a foot since your birthday. Is your father giving you Skele-Gro in hopes that you will not be as short as he was in school?” She looked up at Harry and winked.

Harry grumbled quietly. While it didn't shock him that Minerva would poke fun at him, she well knew that his height had been an issue with him for a time. What did surprise him, however, was hearing Draco laughing next to him. He glanced over to the man beside him and saw him laughing openly.

Harry glared at the blond and gave him a mock death-glare. “Laugh it up, ferret,” he growled, which only caused Draco to laugh harder.

“Calm down, scar-head,” he retorted after he regained control of himself. “She's right, you know?”

“I was tall enough to whip you on a broom all those years.”

“It's because you were so small that you were able to beat me.”

Minerva watched the two men with a familiar twinkle in her eye. It appeared that her fear of her two professors causing problems could be put to rest. She brought her attention back to the boy in her arms.

“I've got something for you,” she informed James as she pulled away from him. She opened the bottom drawer to her desk , reached in, and pulled out a long, thin, wrapped box. She handed the gift to the now very wide-eyed child. “Go sit over there while I talk to your father and Professor Malfoy.”

James nodded his head and obediently did as was told.

Minerva peaked over at him once more before returning to the men in front of her. “if you two are quite finished,” she interrupted, “I believe we should get down to it.”

Harry nodded his head and sat in a chair across from the Headmistress.

“I should go check on Scorpius,” Draco announced. Turn to Harry, he said, “It's good to have you back at Hogwarts, Potter. Let's hope you're a better teacher than you were at student.” He bobbed his head at the two in farewell and exited the office.

A/N: I realize that the grammar during James' speaking parts is atrocious. But if you are near children between the ages of 6 and 12 for any period of time, you would know that their grammar is some of the worst out there. As I do work with children in that age group, I felt it would be more believable if I incorporated that knowledge to give James' character a little more depth. When I introduce Scorpius, obviously, being a Malfoy, his manner of speaking will be different from James in that Draco is raising him to be a pure-blood heir, and therefor must have a higher level of maturity at a young age. We will see him change and grow as the Potters associate more and more with the Malfoys, and vice versa.
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