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The Aftermath of War	By : ReighHPFiction Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 29579 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Author's Note : I really want to apologize for the time between updates! I've been super busy getting all my crap together to move to another state sooooo I haven't had time to write. And when I did, I was so stressed about other things that I couldn't get anything done anyway. I moved July 4th, and have been unpacking, job-hunting, and getting my new license/car situated. I know it's not very long, but I will try to get another one out asap. Keep in mind I'm still getting my affairs in order here so it might take a little while.
I have lost contact with my Beta-reader, so until I find a new one please forgive any mistakes I missed while reading this over.

Title : The Aftermath of War
Warnings : Slash, Ginny-Bashing, Anal, Oral, Rim, H/C, Future M-Preg, Un-Beta'd
Pairings : Lucius/Harry, George/Draco, Ron/Hermione, Narcissa/Kingsley

Chapter 13: The All Knowing Hermione Granger
"Oh Harry….I knew this would happen," was Hermione's response when she finally walked out of the floo in his suite and he told her his dilemma.
All he could do was stare at her in disbelief as she clucked her tongue and shook her head. He saw no disappointment or judgment in her eyes, only the confirmation of something she'd been thinking for a while. He almost couldn't believe her reaction, but he knew her too well. If there was anyone who would recognize Harry for having possible inclinations toward males, it would be Hermione Granger. Harry was quite certain that there were very few things Hermione didn't know. She would also, from that knowledge in combination with what she knew of him as a person, be able to formulate what kind of man he would want.
"I've known you were gay, or at least more inclined towards men, since the night you came back from kissing Cho Chang and all you could say was that it was wet. Granted she was crying…but most boys would still try to gloss over that part before saying it was wet," Hermione explained with a soft smile on her face.
"Then you went after Ginny, who while a very beautiful young woman, might as well have been one of the boys. You're attracted to strong personalities, because you have had to be in control for such a long part of your life to survive. Now you're looking for someone who wants to take care of you, but you're also looking for someone you can take care of in return. You've still got that hero complex, despite being in a place emotionally where you need someone who is going to help you be strong. It's just who you are," his sharp witted brunette friend continued on.
"Lucius Malfoy is a very attractive man, despite his obvious character flaws, who knows what he wants and has already shown signs of wishing to care for you, correct?" she said, and he nodded in response.
"Pair that with an entirely broken spirit from his last year under Voldemort's reign and you've got exactly what you'd be looking for in a guy right now. You want someone who needs you, but can also understand what you're going through to some extent, and help you through it."
Really, Harry figured he should just shut up and listen because Hermione was making all the thoughts he'd been having about Lucius in his head sound very logical and to the point. Still, if that was what he was looking for, why hadn't he fallen for Draco…or even George? They could both empathize with his pain from the war, and they were both in dire need of someone to help them pick up the pieces. He was glad they had found it in one another, whether as friends or more he wasn't sure yet, but it did make him wonder. George would've been an ideal choice, if he were to choose a male partner to live out the rest of his years.
"I expected it to be Draco before his father, but I guess maybe you've got a bit of a Daddy Complex as well," she said, which snapped Harry out of his thoughts to glower at her. She giggled at him, her warm brown eyes filled with amusement.
"Well, I'm half kidding about that one of course. I think it's more that you don't identify with people your own age, because there aren't very many of them who have seen and been through what you have. You're basically a fifty-five year old war veteran trapped inside an eighteen year old's body," she explained, her tone still a bit jesting but he understood what she was trying to say.
Since the Triwizard Tournament, after watching Cedric die, Harry had felt a distance between himself and the others in school. Even Ron and Hermione, though they forced their way back in and tried their hardest to understand how he was feeling. They would soon get to his level the year after, when they all watched Sirius die in the Department of Mysteries. From a young age, even before he came to Hogwarts, Harry felt very different than other children his age. That could have been due to the emotional and physical abuse he suffered at the hands of his relatives with their constant insults and starvation techniques.
"Well then….since you asked me over here, you're clearly agonizing over this. Go ahead and ask me what you wanted to ask me," Hermione finished off after Harry's long and thoughtful silence. Harry stared flatly at her for a few moments, because honestly….why did he even need to speak? She knew exactly what she was going to ask him.
"I guess you've cleared up a lot of my doubts and questions about why I'm feeling this way towards him. Have I ever mentioned that you know me better than I know myself?" he asked her, to which she smiled and laughed a little.
"I just…I don't know if it's worth it. You saw how Ginny and Ron reacted to me even just staying here. Random people on the street are already talking about how our hidden love affair is what caused me to help him out of prison. Imagine what it would be like if we confirmed all their suspicions," Harry said, feeling a chill of anxiety course over his entire body.
Hermione's expression turned thoughtful, and she was quiet for a while. Surely she had to see what a mess it would be if Harry allowed himself to continue feeling this way for Lucius. The press would have a field day, and he didn't even want to think of how many friends he may lose over it.
"Harry, I can't tell you what to think or what to do. This is something you're going to have to decide on your own," Hermione said after a few moments. Harry frowned and let a long sigh fall from his lips.
"I will tell you, however, that if you did choose to follow your feelings I certainly would not turn my back on you and neither would Ron. He would be angry and confused, but he would come around. The Weasleys are already preparing themselves for something like this as far as George and Draco are concerned. Lucius is not as much a victim as his son was, but he has taken every step to repent for what he did during the war. I believe that he wishes to change. I think everyone we know will be surprised, but supportive. If he makes you happy, Harry, then we'll all stand behind the two of you."
Harry sat silently as he processed everything Hermione said. Would they really stand behind him? Hermione Granger certainly wasn't the kind of person who lied to her friends, nor was she the type of person who sugarcoated her words when she felt they needed to be heard. If she felt it was wrong of him to allow his attraction to Lucius to escalate, she would say it. She'd never minced words with him before. Still, it was a terrifying notion all on its own. Even if his friends and family did stand behind him, the Wizarding World would certainly go nuts with the information. He could already see Skeeter publishing an article confirming the one he was currently suing her over. And what could he do? Deny it? Insist they only just began their relationship? No one would believe him.
"I suggest, Harry, that you continue to think over things on your own. Really examine how you're feeling," Hermione continued quietly. Harry just nodded his head. He definitely would be taking a while to think on things.
"And if you decide that Lucius Malfoy is someone worthy of your heart, perhaps only tell those closest to you. None of us are going to tell the Prophet and it's not as if you two can get caught in public together," she added with a little smile on her face.
Harry sighed and let himself smile back at her. Of course that was the answer. He had been so busy freaking out about how the world would react, he forgot that Lucius wasn't allowed out of his home for a while still and no one would find out except those he allowed.
"Thanks Hermione," he said, pulling his friend into a hug. She really had just made everything seem so much simpler. He could focus on more important things now, like getting well enough emotionally to actually pursue a relationship, regardless of who it was with.

George sat on the white picket fence of the equestrian area of the Malfoy Estate, watching the littlest Malfoy go through his leaps and jumps. They came here a lot now, although George rarely rode. It seemed to calm Draco, but George wasn't very good at it so he mostly watched. When Draco finished up he gave the horse a treat and set him in his stable.
"So, what do you want to do now?" George asked the blonde.
"Let's go see my little cousin. We really should make sure Potter's taking good care of him," Draco said, causing George to laugh.
Narcissa and Andromeda had slowly been working on recovering their bond as sisters, but after only a small time in the house Draco already considered Teddy his family. George often wondered if Teddy reminded Draco of what could've been if his mother had not miscarried his baby sister last year. He figured Teddy's presence somewhat filled the hole in Draco's heart that his sister's death had left.
"Last time I checked he was napping in his crib, so I'm sure he's fine. But we can go see him if you wanna Baby Malfoy," George said, smirking at the scowl he received in response to the pet name.
"You should probably shower first though….you smell like horseshit."
The scowl deepened and George could only laugh harder. He really did enjoy irritating the younger man. They made their way to their respective quarters, George deciding he would also shower since the stench of the horse stables had made its way onto his skin as well. Grabbing some clothing, he walked into the bathroom and started up the shower. He lathered up his body and hair, enjoying the feeling of the hot water falling over his broad shoulders. Even after having been at Malfoy Manor for a while, George was still surprised by how much he was enjoying their company. Narcissa was kind and warm in a way he never thought she could be, while her ex-husband was respectful to George despite his Weasley heritage. Draco had become such a close friend too, someone George had told so many secrets about how he was feeling and doing after Fred's death.
George also knew he'd developed feelings for the youngest Malfoy that were far more intricate than those of friendship. He'd tried to fight, but it became impossible. Draco's vulnerability and genuineness in combination with his inner strength had captured George's attention and held it. Draco was an enormous part of the reason why George was doing so well now. He could even visit Fred's grave without completely breaking down, in public at least.
"Ah bullocks!" George cried as he was jolted out of his thoughts by a drastic change in the temperature of the water.
Looking down he noticed that in his pondering he'd leaned his hand against the cold water valve and turned it all the way up. He sighed and turned both nozzles off, wrapping himself in a towel as he walked out onto the floor. After rubbing himself dry, George dressed and entered the bedroom once again. He blinked in surprise when he saw a familiar mop of blond hair dozing on his pillow.
'I must have been in there longer than I realized,' he thought.
He made his way over to the bed, being careful to sit down on the edge as gently as possible. He didn't want to wake the other young man. Creepy as it may sound, George liked the way the little Malfoy looked in sleep. There was something ethereal about Draco when he slept. His face relaxed entirely, the pale skin smooth and lightly flushed. He had those lovely long lashes that fanned out against his high cheekbones, and the silvery blonde hair spread like a halo around his head. This was another reason George couldn't fight the feelings he'd developed for Draco. On top of all the personality traits that he'd come to admire, the younger man was downright gorgeous.
'And you have no idea what you're doing to me, do you?' he thought with a quiet huff of amusement.
Draco's face scrunched cutely when a few strands of feathery light hair fell against his nose and George smiled. He wasn't completely okay yet, not by a long shot. Somehow though, he felt that being with Draco was only making him get better faster…because one day soon, he wanted to be in a good enough place to make a move on the other man. Lifting a hand, George pushed the strands of hair back up into the rest of the silky mass of blonde. That was when a pair of silver-blue eyes flickered open and widened upon landing on George's closer than expected face.
"Err….." was George's eloquent explanation as Draco just stared at him.
'My hand's still in his hair too, damnit! Now I look like a perv.'
Draco's gaze was still slightly foggy, like he wasn't quite awake yet. So, George really should've expected something strange to happen, but he could never have predicted that the blonde would take his hand and pull him down for a firm kiss right smack on the mouth. George stiffened up in shock, his blue eyes wide as he watched the other's flutter shut. Draco's lips moved softly against his for a few moments before they froze and were abruptly yanked away.
"Oh my god!" the younger man's voice squeaked out in a very uncharacteristic manner. George and Draco just stared at one another for a few moments, the blonde looking terrified as George just looked bemused.
"I…I didn't mean to..I.." the littlest Malfoy's stammering was pretty cute but George couldn't let him sit there suffering for too long.
"It's alright. You didn't know what you were doing, Draco, you were still half asleep," the redhead soothed, but the younger man did not look assured at all.
"Draco…it's alright. Breathe," George said, noticing the frozen look of fear and embarrassment on the other man's face. Silver eyes flicked up to him filled with anxiety before the young Malfoy spoke.
"No….I did…I mean, I didn't, but I did," he said, his cheeks flushing pink while George just got more confused.
"You're not make any sense Baby Malfoy."
Those mercury colored eyes shot him another look of hesitation before flicking down to the pale boy's lap.
"I…I can't lie to you anymore. Not after that. George….I did think I was dreaming, but I knew who you were the whole time," Draco said. A wave of shock washed over George, his mouth falling open and eyes going wide as he stared at the young man who so quickly had become his friend.
'He feels the same way…'

Hermione had stayed for tea and some lunch, which Harry was grateful for. He'd been enjoying his time at Malfoy Manor, but he did miss his other friends sometimes. He made a mental note to go out more often to see them. They had chatted about how things were going, for both of them. Hermione and Ron's relationship had blossomed after the war. They were very happy and apparently had bonded over taking care of her little brother while Hermione's parents were touring homes in a suburb outside Diagon Alley.
"He really is the cutest, and he absolutely loves Ronald!" Hermione gushed, which made Harry snicker because Hermione never was the type of girl that gushed over babies and boys. His curly haired friends caught herself and shot him an unimpressed look with before rolling her eyes at his impish expression.
"You sound happy," Harry said instead of ragging on her like he may have if it were anybody but Ron.
"I am Harry. For the first time in a long time, I am very happy. I hope that you will come to that point soon as well," she said, smiling sweetly at him. Harry just shrugged.
"I'm getting better, Hermione. I don't know how soon it will be, but I think that I'll get there someday. I'm starting to realize how much support I've got behind me. I always took advantage of it before, always trying to handle things on my own. Now I know that I need all the support I can get."
Hermione nodded her head, her brown eyes shining with slight pride in Harry's revelation. He'd only just started taking real measures to help himself feel better, but Harry already knew that using his support system was the key to getting there. Lucius' objective point of view on his feelings was definitely helping as well.
"Harry?" a voice called from outside, snapping Hermione and Harry out of their conversation to look towards the doorway. There stood Narcissa Malfoy, who had frozen upon entry when she saw none other than the poor child who had been tortured in her home only a few months ago.
"Narcissa," Harry said. "Did you need something?"
His words jolted Narcissa out of her shock. He watched her quickly compose herself before speaking.
"I am sorry to interrupt. I did not know you had company."
Harry smiled bashfully and pushed a nervous hand through his hair. He really should've told someone that Hermione was coming. He hadn't even thought of it.
"I should have told you I had someone coming over. It just slipped my mind," he replied to which Narcissa shook her head.
"There is no need for an apology. That only means you are comfortable here enough to invite your friends without worrying that we won't approve," she said, her eyes warming just enough for him to see. It was her way of smiling when she didn't feel comfortable doing so outwardly. Turning to Hermione, who was not as tense as she had every right to be, Harry coughed awkwardly and began his introduction.
"Narcissa, this is one of my best friends, Hermione Granger. Hermione, this is Narcissa Malfoy," he said. It felt extremely odd because of course the two of them were already slightly acquainted. Like the perfect hostess she was, Narcissa merely entered further into the room and extended her hand to Hermione in greeting.
"It is good to meet you again. I wish we had first met under less horrific circumstances, and there is not a day that goes by that I do not remember and regret what happened to you here. I allowed my prejudices to cloud my judgment, and a child was tortured inside the walls of my own home. At the time I was thinking, I am protecting my family. Now, I can only think that I should have stepped forward to stop my sister. I can only think, had Draco been in the same position would anyone have helped him? I am truly and genuinely sorry. I understand if you do not accept or forgive, but it needed saying," Narcissa said with an eloquence that Harry was sure he would never possess.
Hermione was quiet for a few moments. Harry could see she was in clear shock. Though he'd spoken of how different the Malfoys were after the end of the war, this was the first time Hermione was experiencing it for herself.
"I think that someday, I will be able to forgive you. It does nothing but cause more pain to hold deep grudges of hatred, but…I will never forget. I could never forget what it felt like to writhe on the floor in searing pain while you watched on seemingly uncaring. I wouldn't do that to my worst enemy," Hermione said. Harry could see the pain shining in Narcissa's eyes as she nodded her understanding.
"But, your apology means a lot to me. It means that perhaps you weren't so uncaring. Perhaps you were just afraid for your lives. So I will thank you and accept it hoping that one day I can move on from that pain."
"Thank you. That is more than I expected. You are indeed the bright, compassionate young woman that Harry has so often told us about in his stories," Narcissa said. She didn't smile, but her expression was warm enough that Harry was sure even Hermione could see it.
"Harry, please come see me later. The Minister and the Headmistress have set me to a task and I would appreciate your input on the matter."
With that she was gone, the click of her heels fading down the hallway while Harry and Hermione sat in silence. After a few moments, Hermione stood. Harry watched her body language to gauge her emotional state. She was slightly tense, but her eyes seemed calm enough.
"I'm going to head home now Harry. I really enjoyed spending time with you today," she said, her voice steady. Harry could tell she was holding back a lot of feelings, but he wasn't going to pry. The incident at Malfoy Manor was still an obstacle for Hermione. Ron had told him she often woke in the middle of the night from nightmares about it.
"I enjoyed having you here. I'll come visit you guys soon," he replied with a smile as he walked her to the Floo.
They hugged and bid each other goodbye, Harry promising to come visit soon and drag George with him so Ron could see his brother. Harry knew it wasn't that George didn't want to go home, but ever since he and Draco had been getting closer the curiosity of his family, and fury of his little sister, was a little overwhelming. Harry watched Hermione go hoping that her entire day hadn't been ruined. When she was gone, he lifted Teddy out of his crib and carried him towards Narcissa's quarters. He knew his Godson would be safe in the room on his own, but for some reason he just didn't like the idea of Teddy possibly waking up alone.

A/N: Sorry this wasn't too long and I'm sorry if it sucks! Hopefully I can get situated here soon! Please leave reviews! You guys are the reason I find every second to write that I can between the chaos that is my life right now. Lol! XD
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