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Nothing, Everything	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10224 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Author's note: Holy crap, you guys! Words can't describe how utterly blown away I feel at the huge amount of reviews the previous chapter gathered :O
Thanks to the following reviewers: RequiredReading; DNYCE; Book_addict_89; Debra Rose; Kain; Thunderbird; SickPuppy
Warnings: drama I suppose
I hope you'll like it!
Chapter 10
When Draco emerged from his lab on Saturday afternoon, he was fully expecting Potter to be seated at the table for lunch like he had done so for every week since Draco had woken up after the attack. The man was stubborn enough; it wouldn't surprise the blond if he showed up simply to prove that Draco couldn't chase him out of his life completely.
A jolt of shock went through him when he only encountered his parents at the table, waiting for him to start the meal. He scanned the table, expecting to see it set up for four people, but there were only three plates and glasses.
"Potter not coming?" he inquired, taking his seat.
Mother raised an eyebrow. "No, he's not feeling up to it. That's not exactly a surprise given that you two broke up yesterday."
He tensed up and looked at her sharply as around them house elves started filling their plates with roasted pork and potato wedges. "He told you about that?" Not that he would really classify it as a break-up. To have a break-up one had to be together with someone else first and Draco hadn't considered them a couple since the moment he had regained consciousness in the hospital. It had been Potter's own fault that he had been naïve enough to think nothing would have changed.
"He was more forthcoming with information about it than you, yes," Mother replied dryly.
Father didn't say anything, instead focusing on his lunch.
"Understandably he didn't feel ready to join us for lunch today, so he cancelled," she continued calmly and took a sip of her water.
Draco waited silently, expecting her to start scolding him any moment now for breaking up with Potter. Today seemed a day of surprises, however, because instead of chiding him she started eating with the air she always had when she considered a subject to be closed.
"You're not going to say anything else about it?" he asked suspiciously. What exactly had Potter told her? If he told her the exact words Draco had used, she wouldn't be acting so calm now – even if all he had done was speaking the truth.
"What else is there to say about it? If you want to talk about it, I'm more than willing to listen," she remarked; her cool blue eyes regarding him sharply. "Before that, though, perhaps it's best if you eat your lunch first before it gets cold."
Draco snorted, ignoring his mother's sharpened look, and started eating. If she wasn't about to scold him, then all the better for him. That meant he wouldn't have to have an argument with her or with his father.
A small part of him, though, couldn't help but wonder what exactly Potter had said when he had explained the break-up.
When he cast a glance at the Morning Prophet on Monday morning, he was greeted with a large picture of Potter hurrying inside his office; his face turned away from the press. The screaming, bold title above the picture was more than clear about the reason why the press had a sudden interest in the hero again.
'Boy-Who-Lived-Twice No Longer Engaged!'
It would not surprise us if a shock is currently going through the nation – one definitely went through our office! As you can see in the picture, Harry Potter is no longer engaged to Draco Malfoy.
Yes, you read correctly, dear readers. Our beloved hero is no longer planning to get married. The ring he wore for months is nowhere to be seen anymore and what is even more astonishing is the fact that not only is the engagement broken off, but they no longer form a couple either. Mister Potter did not want to give us any commentary, aside from confirming that they had broken up.
We have not managed yet to contact the Malfoy heir, but we will try our best to get to the bottom of this!
Contacting him would be very difficult given the fact that the wards had been adjusted to never let any correspondence of the press through after an incident years ago in which a reporter had attempted to poison Lucius through ways of sending him a request for an interview.
Draco himself wasn't particularly interested in talking to the press either, so they could try as much as they wanted, but they wouldn't get even a single word out of him.
"Good luck, idiots," he snorted and after dropping the paper back on the table, he went to his lab to collect the vials of Wolfsbane and send them to the Ministry. He had managed to finish brewing the batch by working on it until late in the evening yesterday and he was quite happy to be able to send it off and collect his pay.
Right when he had placed the last vial in the wooden chest and had taken his wand to place several Protection Charms on it, heels clacking loudly on the staircase alerted him to the fact that he was having an unexpected visitor. Lowering his wand with a frown, he turned around and faced –
A furious looking Pansy.
"Pansy, what are you - "
"Of all the stupid things you have done in your life – and mind, you have displayed amazing feats of stupidity at times! – this must be the stupidest thing you've ever done!" she ranted; her dark eyes shooting fire as she marched over to him until there was barely a few feet left between them. "You broke up with Potter? How fucking - "
"I wasn't aware that once you're in a relationship, you're not allowed to leave anymore," Draco cut her off coldly; his mood plummeting fast as he realised why she was here. "Why the hell does it matter that I broke up with him? Which by the way isn't the correct term, because I never agreed to continue the relationship in the first place."
"Because you're fucking yourself over immensely!" she snapped, stabbing him with her pointy index finger in his chest. "Everybody could see how in love you were with him and the moment you have your memories back, you'll be regretting - "
"If regaining my memories means going back to that travesty of a relationship, then I'll pass on that," he sneered, crossing his arms. "I'm not interested in him, Pansy, and that's that. If he was so naïve to think everything would remain the same, that's not on me, but on him."
She glared at him, putting her hands on her hips. "And what about the baby? You're going to let your child grow up in a - "
He waved his hand, shutting her up. "I told him he can take of it," he replied disinterestedly. "I'm not planning on screwing over my life already with a baby. If he wants to ruin his life so young, that's his decision, but I'm taking my hands of it."
She stared at him; her face utterly blank. The red lipstick she had donned today stood out starkly against her pale skin. "You're disowning your own child?" she asked in a low voice; her eyes darkening visibly.
He raised an eyebrow, not impressed by the growing anger he could spot in her eyes. "Have you suddenly become deaf, my dear? I just told you that I'm not interested in it, so yes, I'm disowning it. As far as I'm concerned, I don't have a child."
Slowly she shook her head; anger replaced by astonishment as she took a few steps back. "I can't believe you. You've done some hurtful things in the past, but you've never been this heartless," she murmured, sounding more bemused than shocked.
He rolled his eyes, becoming bored with the conversation. "Now you're exaggerating," he scoffed. "On whose side are you actually? You're supposed to be my friend."
Her face hardened and something in her eyes shuttered close. "There are no sides in this, Draco. There haven't been any sides since the war."
"You're spending too much time with Gryffindors, Pansy. You're already picking up their mellifluent bullshit," he snorted, leaning back against the table.
"And you've become a heartless arsehole, Draco," she said flatly. "I don't even recognise you anymore."
"Oh stop being so melodramatic," he retorted irritated. "I'm still the same person."
"No, you're not, because the man I knew would never disown his own child," she said coldly and turned around, walking back to the staircase. "Get back to me when you manage to pull your head out of your arse." The loud 'BANG' as she slammed the door behind her shut reverberated through the lab, causing the vials to dangerously tremble.
Frustration exploded in him and he whipped his wand to the right, aiming at the wall furthest away from him. A bright yellow beam erupted from the tip of his wand and slammed right into the middle of the wall, shattering some of the stones.
Merlin, but sometimes Pansy could be such an utter bitch. Rolling his shoulders, he turned his attention back to the Wolfsbane, determined to immerse himself in his work again.
It became clear a couple of days later that Pansy wasn't joking around this time. When Draco attempted to Floo call her to ask her something regarding Mrs Zabini's Halloween ball, the connection refused to establish and he stared in disbelief at the sputtering, green flames which slowly turned gold and red again.
Then he rolled his eyes and stood up, brushing the miniscule dust particles off his knees. Fine, if she wanted to behave like a toddler, then she could. No skin off his nose. For a moment he contemplated calling Blaise, but then remembered that the man was out of the country for at least three weeks for his job and he let out a small sigh, a tad annoyed. Perhaps it was time that he expanded his friend circle somewhat.
Thoughtfully he tapped his fingers against his hip and stared out of the window; sheets of rain were steadily darkening the ground outside. He wasn't restricted to Pansy and Blaise alone; he had at least one other person he could talk to and with Potter gone now, there was absolutely nothing to hold him back from pursuing that particular relationship.
Nodding to himself, he went upstairs to his wing to compose his letter.
The beginning of October saw him and Astoria exchanging letters frequently and by the end of the first week he was visiting her manor once more. Initially she had been rather standoffish, stating that it had never been her intention to come between him and Potter and he had hurried to set her straight about that. His interactions with her had nothing to do with what had happened between him and Potter, he had made her clear and that seemed to have reassured her.
Now that he no longer had to put up with Potter and their supposed relationship, he felt free to start what he should have finished a couple of years ago: courting Astoria.
Father raised an eyebrow. "You want to court Miss Greengrass?" he repeated slowly, placing his glass of Firewhiskey back on the table.
It was Thursday evening, almost three weeks after he had ended the supposed relationship with Potter. Draco had visited Astoria this afternoon to formally ask her whether she would accept his courtship. Her glittering eyes and deep blush had already been a good enough answer, but it had still felt incredible to hear her verbal acceptance as well.
"Yes," he replied patiently, leaning back comfortably in the armchair. They were seated in the living room and his parents had been reading before he had interrupted them with his announcement. "I had started the courtship years ago before I – became a couple with Potter," he forced the last words out of his mouth with a grimace. "I intend to finish what I originally started."
"Don't you think it's still a bit too soon to consider a new courtship, Draco?" Mother questioned, frowning slightly. She closed her book and rested her hands on the hard cover. "It has not even been a month since you and Harry broke up."
He waved her concern away, barely able to contain an amused chuckle. "The break-up was a long time coming, mother," he assured her and she pursed her lips. "I'm not affected by it, I promise you."
"What about the child?" Father inquired, picking up his glass again to take a sip. "Does Miss Greengrass feel up to the challenge of sharing the care of your child whenever he's in your custody?"
Right, he hadn't yet told them about his decision concerning the baby and evidently Potter hadn't said anything about it either. That pathetic coward, he sneered inwardly. He steeled himself, knowing that this wouldn't be an easy conversation to have and wishing they would have asked him about this after they had given him their consent.
"The child won't raise any issue, because … I'm planning on leaving full custody to Potter," he admitted carefully, knowing there was no other way to break the news, but still cursing Potter for leaving him in this position.
It was almost eerie how both his parents stilled at exactly the same moment. Mother's voice was cool when she said, "My apologies, Draco, but did I just hear you state that you're handing over full custody to Harry?"
"Yes, I'm giving him full custody over it," he confirmed and against his will, his palms started to become sweaty and he placed them on his thighs.
"We're talking about your son here, Draco," Father stated calmly, but his eyes were narrowed. "Our grandson. How is he supposed to learn the teachings of our family if you're handing over his custody to Potter?"
Here it would come. "He won't need to learn the teachings, because he won't bear the Malfoy name," he replied flatly.
The temperature in the room plummeted drastically and he resisted the urge to shiver and rub his arms. It wasn't really that cold, not with the fire crackling merrily in the fireplace, but his parents' anger was palpable.
"You disowned your own son?" Mother murmured incredulously; her eyes darkening and sharpening.
Annoyance flared up at the disbelief in her voice and face. "It's not like he would be a Pureblood anyway," he retorted irritated. "Whatever stupidity my former self was thinking, I'm not interested in becoming a parent already. So yes, I'm not planning on acknowledging the child when it's born. The children Astoria and I will have in the future will be raised according to our values and - " he cut himself off when mother stood up abruptly.
"I did not raise you to ignore your own blood," she stated coldly. "If you want to proceed with the courtship, go ahead. Just don't expect my full acceptance. I hope for your sake, you will not come to regret the decisions you are making now." She swept out of the room before he could even think of a retort.
Father rose up as well, throwing him an indiscernible look. "Perhaps it is best that you will not be teaching the child our lessons. Clearly some of the ones I taught you, you failed to comprehend," he murmured silkily.
"I thought you didn't like Potter either?" Draco snapped angrily, balling his hands into fists.
"I'm not fond of him, no, but disowning the child already sounds a bit too hasty in my opinion. At the very least I would have waited until he was older and base my decision on how he performed in his lessons," the older man replied calmly before following his wife out of the room.
Draco was left on the armchair, feeling smaller than he had in years and inexplicably cold all over. It was a feeling he had hoped to never experience again. Leave it to Potter to be the one to indirectly cause it.
Things between him and his parents … After that conversation, neither of them mentioned Potter's child again and even though they hadn't thrown him out or treated him differently, there was still that undercurrent of disapproval lingering in their eyes. It only made him even more determined to proceed with the courtship. Once he had courted Astoria completely and she and his parents had had the time to talk and get to know each other, he was certain they would come to appreciate that Astoria would make a much better spouse than Potter ever would have done.
Potter simply didn't fit into their world and that would become clear once the relationship between him and Astoria would further unfold.
It was mostly his mother being difficult; father had a rather blasé attitude when it concerned Potter and the child, but mother was obviously vexed by Draco's decision to have nothing to do with the baby. She didn't show it with obvious gestures, but it was in the way she looked at times and the manner in which she pulled her mouth when he discussed his courting. He was aware that she was not happy about this, but she would change her mind eventually.
Even she would have to realise that Potter stuck out like a sore thumb in their circles, while Astoria fitted in perfectly. Perhaps things might have been different if Potter had been raised by his parents, but all his potential had been destroyed after spending years with his Muggle family. That wasn't Draco's fault and it was hardly fair of his mother to hold it against him that he preferred a spouse who knew their way around in their social circles.
She'll change her mind, he reassured himself as he allowed the seamstress – a dark brown haired woman whose name he couldn't bother to remember – to take his measurements. The Halloween ball of Mrs Zabini was coming up soon and he needed something suitable to wear.
I just need to give her some time to get used to it.
"I was thinking we could share lunch tomorrow and discuss some of our research," Draco suggested, plucking two glasses of champagne off the silver tray a house elf was carrying around. He handed one over to Astoria who smiled and accepted it, brushing her free hand over her midnight blue robes.
The robes were trimmed with silver roses around the edges of her sleeves and the material sparkled faintly like stars in the midnight sky whenever she moved around. The clothes showed off her curves beautifully without coming across as vulgar; her hair had been turned into loose curls, which fell across her back and shoulders like water.
"At a restaurant?" she inquired; her deep pink lips still curled up into a soft smile.
"Hm, a restaurant with French cuisine has recently opened in Dawning Alley," he replied, carefully sipping from the bubbly drink. His throat tingled slightly when he swallowed. "High end; it is supposed to be very good."
She inclined her head. "Then let's try that one out."
The doors to the ballroom opened and out of habit Draco craned his neck slightly to see who whether it was a new guest joining Mrs Zabini's Halloween ball. He stilled when he spotted familiar, messy, dark hair and watched how Potter slipped into the room, dressed in such deep green robes they almost appeared to be black. The deep colour did nothing to hide his bulging stomach and Potter kept one of his hands resting on his belly as he made his way towards …
Blaise of all people.
It was already surprising to see Potter at this ball – Mrs Zabini was quite selective with her invitations – but to see him with Blaise of all people? He hid a snort; well, he supposed it would be difficult for Potter to find a real partner, heavily pregnant as he was now. Any sane man would decline escorting him to a ball, but Draco reminded himself that clearly over the years Blaise and Potter had become closer and so it made sense somewhat for his friend to escort Potter.
Seeing Potter in the ballroom made him remember that he had never really figured out what the dark haired wizard had told his mother exactly and he pursed his lips, hesitating for a moment before he made his decision.
"Astoria, you'll have to excuse me for a moment, but I have seen someone I need to talk to," he said apologetically, extracting himself from the slender arm which had been linked with his own.
She blinked surprised, but nodded. "All right, I still need to talk to Allison anyway."
He offered a distracted hum in acknowledgement and was already making his way towards the git before she could say anything more.
Blaise spotted him first and quirked a dark eyebrow. The other wizard had returned from his trip a couple of days ago and while he hadn't snapped at Draco like Pansy had done, he hadn't been particularly happy with him either. He hadn't decided to stop talking to Draco, however, so that still made him better than Pansy.
Green eyes turned towards him and widened when they recognised him.
"Potter, can I have a word with you?" Draco asked curtly, coming to a halt a few feet away from him.
Blaise clucked his tongue. "I'll be with my mother then," he said and walked away.
"What do you want?" Potter asked warily, crossing his arms on top of his stomach. The dark bags underneath his eyes didn't particularly help his appearance; did that idiot still not realise that he could use some Glamours to at least look somewhat presentable? This wasn't a party organised by the Weasleys, but a highly anticipated ball of a respected Pureblood witch.
"Not a friendly tone you have there," Draco pointed out.
Green eyes rolled. "I'm not in the mood for bullshit. What do you want?" Potter repeated impatiently; his eyes guarded and dark.
Draco sniffed, feeling a tad offended, but decided not to beat around the bush any longer. "What did you tell my mother about our last conversation?" he asked bluntly and the other man looked taken aback. "She was rather … calm about it when she talked to me the day after that."
The younger wizard sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I just told her that we had decided to call it quits and that we didn't think we fitted together anymore," he answered stiffly.
"'We'?" Draco repeated and snorted. "You didn't look that eager to call it quits back then," he sneered.
"If you want, I can go tell your mum the truth, even show her the memory," Potter riposted blankly and Draco stiffened. "I'm sure she'll be interested."
"Why did you lie then?" the blond man asked tersely.
"Because this whole thing between us," Potter waved his hand back and forth between them, "shouldn't affect your relationship with your mum. There's no point in her being angry at you for something that's between us."
"Aw, you're such a good martyr," Draco taunted with a smirk. Leave it to Potter to act like the break-up had been his idea as well just because he believed it would taint Draco's relationship with his mother.
It did affect your relationship with her, a voice in the back of his mind reminded him finely. But only because you couldn't keep your mouth shut. He firmly ignored that voice.
"No, I just saw no point in letting your mum know what an utter and complete dick you can be," Potter stated bluntly and turned around. "If that's all."
Anger burnt bright all of a sudden and before he could stop himself and think twice, he spat out, "I'm courting Astoria Greengrass now."
Potter stilled, but didn't turn around to look at him. "Good for you. Congratulations," he said tonelessly and walked away.
"Everything all right?" Astoria regarded him curiously when he came to stand next to her again.
"Sure, especially now that I see you again," he replied easily and if his smile was stiffer than usually, it was nobody's business but his own.
When he stepped into the Greengrass' foyer the following day, right on time to take Astoria out for lunch, he instead came face to face with Daphne, Astoria's older sister.
"Is Astoria not ready yet?" Draco asked curiously, checking his watch quickly. Before they had parted yesterday they had agreed to meet up at the Greengrass Manor at eleven thirty so they could be on time for their reservation at twelve. Normally the wait for a table at the new French restaurant was at least two weeks, but money opened quite a few doors.
When he studied Daphne better, he took note of how pale she looked. "Are you okay?"
"Astoria isn't here," Daphne said, ignoring his second question. She pursed her lips and continued, "The Aurors have taken her to the Ministry."
"For what reason?" he asked perplexed.
"They suspect her of being involved with the people who attacked you."
AN2: We're slowly nearing the end of the story. Please leave your thoughts behind in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me!
The next chapter will be posted on the sixth of October. I see you all in the next chapter!
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