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The Long-Desired	By : Lomonaaeren Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12097 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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�� Harry
lifted a robe off the rack in Gladrags and looked critically at it. He had
measured Draco before he died that morning, but he still wasn�t sure that he�d
found robes that would look good on him, even if they were technically the
right size.

�� I didn�t
expect to see you here.�

�� The voice
was so slow and heavy that for a long moment, Harry didn�t recognize it. Then
he did, and turned around with his heart beating a quick rhythm in his ears.

�� Mrs.
Weasley, her arms full of robes, gave him a strained smile. Harry cleared his
throat, and waited for the guilt over failing Ginny to assault him. It was that
guilt that had mostly kept him away from the Weasleys, except Ron, since Ginny
died.

�� But the
guilt didn�t come. Harry frowned for a moment. He had thought before that maybe
weeping in Draco�s arms had driven the emotion out of him, but he�d never had
any proof before that that might really have worked.

�� I don�t
often come here,� he said, realizing that he had to answer Mrs. Weasley�s
question somehow. �But I needed new clothes. It was time.� He gave Mrs. Weasley
an uncertain smile, wondering if that was the right thing to say. Her eyes had
widened, and she seemed to hear something in his words that he hadn�t intended
to put there.

�� He didn�t
expect her to step forwards and put her arms around him.

�� Oh, my
boy,� she whispered into his ear, her hand stroking his hair and the back of
his neck at the same time. �I hoped that you would be able to start again at
last. I didn�t know if you ever would.�

�� What are
you talking about, Mrs. Weasley?� Harry hugged her back, still uncertain, which
kept his arms stiff. He wondered what Draco would say when Harry got back to
the house and Draco smelled another person on him. Of course, since it was a
female person and older, maybe he wouldn�t be jealous.

�� I wanted
you to live again after Ginny died.� Mrs. Weasley stepped away, her eyes wet,
and wiped at them with the back of her hand. Her smile was wide and sad and
knowing. �But you seemed to have stopped.
Sometimes I wasn�t even sure your heart beat, dear. I wanted to invite you over
and let you share your grief with us, but you refused so many invitations that
I gave that up at last.�

�� Harry
swallowed. It was difficult to do. �I didn�t want�I�m the one who didn�t save
her, Mrs. Weasley. I didn�t want to intrude on you when you must blame me.�

�� We never
blamed you,� Mrs. Weasley said firmly. �Not once.� She reached out and gave his
arm a little shake. �You would have known that if you�d come and talked to us
instead of refusing our owls.�

�� Harry felt
his face burn with humiliation. To know that he�d wasted so much time, that he
could have been part of the Weasley family even now, in the way that he�d
always been Ron and Hermione�s best friend�

�� And then he
reminded himself that guilt was useless unless it drove him to action, and that
he wouldn�t have appreciated the Weasleys even if he had them during the past
few years. He would have neglected them and taken them for granted the way he
had with Ron and Hermione. Maybe it was better that he hadn�t known they would
forgive him, because that way he could make a fresh start now instead of being
tentative and apologetic.

�� We�re
going to be having a farewell dinner for Charlie this Saturday,� Mrs. Weasley
was saying. �He goes back to Romania on Sunday, and goodness knows when we�ll
see him again. Will you come? The dinner starts at six.� She gave him an
appealing and yet defiant glance, as if to say he would be stupid if he refused
the invitation.

�� Harry
smiled. He knew that Draco could get along without him for a few hours,
especially since some of that time would be when he was dead. �Yes, I�ll come.
Thank you so much, Mrs. Weasley.�

�� Call me
Molly.� She leaned up and patted his cheek. �And don�t ever waste so much time
again.�

�� I won�t,�
Harry promised her, and watched in wonder as she left Gladrags. Then he shook
his head and went back to sorting through robes for Draco, wondering absently
in the back of his head how the Weasleys would react when they learned his new
lover was both a Malfoy and a vampire.

*

�� Dementors.
I know that Britain�s had a problem with them since the end of the war.� Harry
leaned up to put a pin in the map of Britain that he had stretched across the
wall. Draco leaned his head on the couch and admired the stretch of muscles in
Harry�s back.

�� But
Dementors don�t have blood that I can drink,� Draco murmured. �And they can
only be driven away, most of the time, not destroyed. I�ve read stories of
wizards who managed to destroy them, but at a terrible cost.�

�� Harry
turned around to scowl at him. He looked beautiful, especially since Draco had
made him drink some of the Blood-Replenishing Potion and he was no longer as
pale as he had been immediately after Draco fed from him. Draco considered that
he himself brought quite enough pallor to the relationship and didn�t need any
more. �We should think about what we can do to benefit Britain, and Dementors
are the greatest threat.�

�� Draco
snorted and lifted his head. �I�m not
thinking about what we can do to benefit Britain,� he said, circling around the
couch. �You can if you want to. But I�m thinking about what will make the best
hunt for us.� He laid his hand along Harry�s neck and paused to watch his pulse
throb, then continued. �We need blood. We need a threat sufficient to challenge
your hunting skills and keep us busy for a time in planning and training. I
don�t think Dementors qualify.�

�� Harry
dropped his eyes, frowning. Then he said, �I know you�re right, but going about
the hunts that way feels selfish.�

�� Why?�
Draco leaned forwards, placing his fangs against the puncture wounds. Harry�s
breathing rate increased, and he tilted his head to the side in invitation, but
Draco shook his head and pulled back with some difficulty. He had simply wanted
to view Harry�s reaction, not drink more blood when he�d had his fill. �For
years, you did everything that you could think of for the British wizarding
world. You saved everyone�s lives. Why shouldn�t you live selfishly now? No
matter what you do, it can�t repay their debt to you.�

�� But I
lived selfishly when I was hunting vampires,� Harry pointed out. �I have to
make up for that.�

�� Draco could
smell the dusty reluctance underlying his words. Harry wanted to be convinced otherwise; he wanted to think that he didn�t really have to do anything that he
didn�t want to, that he could choose the creatures he hunted and not think
about the trouble they were causing other people. Draco was happy enough to
fulfill his desires. His job here was to give Harry pleasure, after all.

�� You�re
making up for it,� Draco breathed into his ear. �The people you hurt were your
friends, and me. You�re making it up to us.� He licked Harry�s throat, because
that would make Harry groan and turn towards him. �And you could argue that you
hurt people who were relying on you to do your job as an Auror, because your
attention would always be on something else. But you�ve quit your job now and
stopped thinking that you owe everyone something. The public doesn�t have to
rely on you to protect them from Dark wizards.�

�� Harry�s
eyes opened. They had a light glaze to them that pleased Draco. That wasn�t a
sign of Harry�s mind weakening, the way it might have been with almost any
other Long-Desired, because pleasure was becoming something expected instead of
a novelty to Harry. This glaze was a sign that Harry had decided to consider
himself and Draco instead of everyone else in the world.

�� You�re
right,� Harry whispered. �We can hunt werewolves if we want. And rogue
centaurs. And the merfolk who steal ships. And don�t winged horses sometimes
attack other people if they get one of the magical diseases? And I know that I
read a book about vampires once that also mentioned Dark unicorns��

�� Smiling,
Draco laid his cheek along Harry�s and let him plan.

*

�� Hullo,
Harry.�

�� The
Weasleys seemed to have decided that the best way to deal with his long absence
was to pretend that he�d never been away. So here was Charlie offering him his
hand like always, and Fleur with baby Dominique in her arms and Victoire hiding
behind her robes giving him a bright smile, and Bill nodding with an enthusiasm
that caused his fang earring to sway.

�� Harry
greeted them all and said to Fleur, �Have you decided that two children are
enough?�

�� Fleur gave
him a complacent smile. Her silver hair shimmered around her face, and she
looked proud and smug and more beautiful than ever. Harry could admire her from
an emotional distance, now that he had Draco in his life, and maybe his
admiration had increased because that kind of paleness and brightness was the
ideal for him now. �We have discussed it,� she said. �And come to no
conclusion.� Her eyes brightened. �But it is much fun trying.�

�� Bill was
the one who blushed and took Fleur�s arm as if he would herd her to her seat.
Harry turned around in time to receive a bone-crushing hug from Molly and a
proud beam from Mr. Weasley, who held Harry�s hand when he�d shaken it and
looked at him for a long time.

�� It wasn�t
your fault, you know,� he said quietly, during a lull in the conversation
around them when Molly was complaining happily to Charlie that George couldn�t
come because he was so busy with his shop and courting Angelina Johnson. It was
plain that she was glad George had recovered to that extent.

�� Harry
focused his attention on Mr. Weasley and forgot about listening to Molly�s
conversation for now with an effort. He nodded a little. �I know that�now,� he
said. �But it took me a long time to learn it.�

�� What
taught you better?� Mr. Weasley�s eyes were very kind and very sharp. He hadn�t
let go of Harry�s hand yet; in fact, he squeezed it a little harder, as if he
wanted to make sure that Harry didn�t slip away from them again.

�� A friend,�
Harry said. He hadn�t found the words that would let him introduce Draco to the
Weasleys yet, and he was painfully aware that they might be years in coming.
Well, he and Draco had years, and he didn�t think the Weasleys were about to
leave him alone again. �He was the one who helped me see that I was dishonoring
Ginny by acting as though her death had ended my life. In the end, I listened to him and decided to come back to
the land of the living.� He smiled at Mr. Weasley in embarrassment and hoped
that that would be enough, that he wouldn�t decide to probe further.

�� Maybe Mr.
Weasley could see that desire in his eyes, or maybe he assumed that Ron was the
friend and there was no mystery here. Either way, he beamed and stood up to hug
Harry in turn. �You must call me Arthur, you know,� he said, �as you�re calling
Molly by her first name now.�

�� Harry hugged
him back, then turned. Ron and Hermione had just entered the room, with Percy
behind them. Harry nodded and smiled weakly at an astonished Percy, whom he�d
never been very comfortable with, but his eyes were on his best friends.

�� Ron was
looking at Harry as though he had never thought that Harry would come back to
the Burrow. Maybe he thought Draco was
going to keep me cooped up for the rest of his life and only let me out of his
sight when he died, Harry thought. Hermione had a quiet, approving
expression on her face, which turned anxious when she looked back and forth
between Harry and Ron.

�� Harry took
a deep breath and straightened his back. He didn�t want to give anyone cause
for anxiety, and he wouldn�t pretend that nothing was wrong�even though he had
to conceal some of the particulars of what was wrong as long as the rest of the
Weasleys didn�t know about Draco. He walked towards Ron and reached out to tap
him on the shoulder.

�� Getting
along all right in the office without me?� he asked lightly.

�� Ron blinked
twice. Harry could read the blinks easily. You
want me to pretend that everything�s normal and we�re just conversing like
ordinary blokes?

�� Harry
nodded slightly. Ron sighed and then admitted, �Not the same without you, mate.
Austin and Stone keep asking me to take on another partner. But I don�t want
another one.� His eyes were hard as he looked at Harry and sent out his own
silent plea. You�re coming back, aren�t
you? Tell me you�re coming back.

�� It was the
hardest thing Harry had done in years�hunting vampires had been complicated,
but not emotionally difficult�to look him in the eyes and say, �Maybe you
should take on another partner.�

�� Ron looked
stricken. Hermione leaned over Ron�s shoulder with a speed that told Harry
something about her expectations. She had probably thought that he would use
Draco to recover his �normal� life, the life he�d had before Ginny died. She
hadn�t anticipated that he would change things so radically.

�� But what
will you do if you don�t stay an Auror, Harry?� she asked. Her eyes darted
around, but she seemed to decide that Bill and Fleur were standing too close
for her to ask all the questions she�d like to. �What will fill your life? It
has to be something besides one close companion.� She gave him a significant
look.

�� I know,�
Harry said softly. �But I can�t pretend that the past few years never happened,
and those are the skills that I cultivated. I never cared enough about being an
Auror. I just liked the fact that I had access to Potions stores and protection
from the Ministry in case I needed them. I made a terrible Auror, really,� he
added. �I�m going to become a Dark creature hunter instead.�

�� If you
hunt vampires again�� Hermione�s face was full of warning.

�� Harry shook
his head. �Everything but. I know that I�m not rational on the subject, and I
accept that.�

�� So you
still hate them, even though�� Ron made a vague gesture, since Molly was
bustling past them with a load of plates. He looked inexpressibly relieved.

�� Yes, I
do,� Harry said quietly. He knew that he didn�t think about vampires, the
random vampires he had hunted and killed because they hunted and killed human
beings, in the same way that he thought about Draco. He was aware that Draco was a vampire, he would never let
himself forget that, but he kept making exceptions for him.

�� He didn�t
see any need to apologize for that. The only people his ethical inconsistency
could matter to were Draco and him, and Draco didn�t seem bothered by it. Harry
wouldn�t be, either.

�� Good,� Ron
said, and clapped him on the shoulder. �Now, let�s sit down at the table and
talk about something else for a while. Like how fantastic Mum�s cooking is.�

�� Charlie
overheard him and snorted. �You�re only saying that because it saves you from
having to cook yourself,� he said. �Or maybe from having to eat your wife�s
cooking.�

�� That
started Hermione on a loud course of defending herself, while Ron slinked to
the table with the look of someone hoping that people would forget about him. Molly
bustled about and scolded them all, shooting Harry a look of satisfied love and
wonder that made him smile back in spite of himself.

�� This was
the life that he had missed while he was walling himself up in grief and guilt,
he thought as he took his seat.

�� He didn�t
intend to miss any more of it.

*

�� Draco
stepped back and raised an eyebrow. The robe Harry had bought him was his size,
and it had the great advantage of looking stylish�at least stylish enough to
Draco�s eyes, which were no longer those of a fashion-obsessed mortal; he had
only one obsession now�and not smelling of dust.

�� But the color.

�� White,
Potter?� he asked, looking at his Long-Desired. �Really? The shade of
innocence?� He shook his head. �I can see that you have some misconceptions
about me that should have been corrected by now.�

�� Harry
snorted defensively and crossed his arms. His scent grew heavy with irritation,
such that Draco had a hard time smelling the cloth of the new robe through it.
�That was the one that was handsomest,� he said. �I didn�t think you would care
about the color.�

�� I might
not have cared,� Draco said with great precision, �if it was some color other
than white. A color that will make a
mockery of me in the eyes of anyone who knows what I am. A color that will
stain when anything splashes on it, including blood.�

�� Harry
sighed in disgust. �Do you really think that Dark creatures will care what you
look like? And you�re acting as though that�s the only robe I bought you.� He
turned around and strode out of the room before Draco could react, leaving
Draco to blink and open his mouth slightly. Harry had seemed so doubtful about
buying clothes for him that Draco hadn�t thought he would buy more than one
robe.

�� But he came
back in with an entire rustling armful, and then dropped them on the bed in
front of Draco and glared at him.

�� Draco
reached out a trembling hand and ran it down the cloth of the nearest robe. It
was red, and it felt as rich to the touch as a king�s cloak. Draco wasn�t sure
what fabric it was; it felt like silk, but tougher. This was no cloth that
would tear at a careless touch. It had probably been strengthened by
dragonhide, and would not have been cheap. He licked his lips and whispered,
�How much did you pay for this?�

�� The silence
coming at him from the other side of the bed had turned hostile, and Draco
heard the increasing beat of Harry�s heart. He blinked and looked up at him to
see Harry part his mouth in a credible snarl. It no longer mattered so much to
Draco that he didn�t have the length or sharpness of tooth to carry out the
part.

�� Do you
think that�s important to me?� Harry
asked, his voice hushed with fury. �I don�t have anyone to spend my money on
but you and me, and I�ve never cared for expensive furniture or books the way
Hermione does. I never spent most of the money that I earned from being an
Auror, either. I made most of my weapons. Why do you think I would care about
the cost when spending a few Galleons can make you happy?�

�� It was
more than a few Galleons,� Draco murmured, and tensed himself to leap over the
bed.

�� Harry
didn�t even pay attention, which was a testament to how far he was wrapped up
in his anger. Most of the time, no predatory movement from a vampire was
beneath his notice. �I don�t care! I wasn�t going to haggle over prices when I
thought that this robe might look good on you and I knew that you would like it,
and��

�� He choked
as Draco landed lightly beside him and reached out to put one hand on his
shoulder. Harry drew in his breath and eyed Draco doubtfully. Draco eyed him
back and smiled as he bent to kiss one cheek.

�� It makes
me absurdly happy and grateful that you considered my happiness,� he whispered.
�But you won�t make much money as a Dark creature hunter, either, at first. I
want you to have some available to tend to your own needs.�

�� Harry
opened his mouth as though to protest even that minor evidence of care for him,
then shut it and laughed. Draco waited patiently for the explanation of that
laughter. He knew from Harry�s scent that it wasn�t amusement at his expense,
which was the only reason he didn�t start remonstrating immediately.

�� We�re a
regular pair,� Harry said, when he could stop the chuckles. �Both concerned for
each other�s comfort above all, to the point of getting angry with each other
for not sharing our most important goals.� He grinned up at Draco.

�� Desire took
Draco by the throat at the sight of that smile, and he bent and kissed Harry
before he thought about it. His unfolded fangs nicked Harry�s tongue and lips,
but he groaned in a way that said he didn�t care and started to drag Draco onto
the bed.

�� Draco drew
back when he felt something softer than sheets beneath them, and shook his
head. �We�re not copulating on top of
my brand new robes,� he said. �Hang them up properly, and then we can think
about it.�

�� Harry threw
back his head and whooped. Draco narrowed his eyes, because, this time, the amusement had a
distinctly different flavor.

�� I don�t
know what�s funnier,� Harry said at last, mopping his hand across his forehead,
�you saying �copulating� or thinking that any of the mood remains after that.�
He paused, then added, �Or maybe that you�re back to thinking about clothes in
a way that makes it sound as though you haven�t changed at all from Hogwarts.�

�� Draco sat
up haughtily. �Hang up the robes,� he said.�
Whatever stupid things Harry was saying, it remained a fact that the
robes had wrinkles from their sitting on them and needed to be hung up.

�� Harry did
as asked, chortling the while. Draco drew over to the other side of the room,
determined to do what he could to soothe his offended dignity�

�� And cope
with the fact that his dignity was less powerful than his peace at the thought
that Harry was happy.

*

�� Kiersten:
Thank you! There�s only one more chapter left after this one, so I hope you
continue to enjoy the story.

�� Snivelly:
Thank you! There�s a bit more smut upcoming; I thought it was important to show
that Harry has become that comfortable with Draco, because at first his
physical repugnance was a large part of the reason he stayed away.

�� I enjoy
writing the ordinary parts of life, too. I just don�t want them to take over
the story and make it wander, so I�ve confined that to small scenes.

�� There will
a small part of a hunt depicted in the next chapter.

SP777: Thank you! Harry would
probably say that it�s love, for him, but only at certain times and in certain
moods.

�� Draco
killed his mother shortly after he was turned as a vampire. Lucius is in
Azkaban.

�� And yes,
there�s one more chapter after this one.

�� hieisdragoness18:
In a good way?

�� jenny:
Thank you!
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