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19 Years and 5 Minutes Later	By : TheMightyFlynn Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 58417 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter List
- 1-19 Years and 5 Minutes Later
- 2-Ch. 2
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Ch. 4
- 5-Ch. 5
- 6-Ch. 6
- 7-Ch. 7
- 8-Ch. 8
- 9-Ch. 9
- 10-Ch. 10
- 11-Ch. 11
- 12-Ch. 12
- 13-Ch. 13
- 14-Ch. 14
- 15-Ch. 15
- 16-Ch. 16
- 17-Ch. 17
- 18-Ch. 18
- 19-Ch. 19
- 20-Ch. 20
- 21-Ch. 21
- 22-Ch. 22
- 23-Ch. 23
- 24-Ch. 24
- 25-Ch. 25
- 26-Ch. 26
- 27-Ch. 27
- 28-Ch. 28
- 29-Ch. 29
- 30-Ch. 30
- 31-Ch. 31
- 32-Ch. 32
- 33-Ch. 33
- 34-Ch. 34
- 35-Ch. 35
- 36-Ch. 36
- 37-Ch. 37
- 38-Ch. 38
- 39-Ch. 39
- 40-Ch. 40
- 41-Ch. 41
- 42-Ch. 42
- 43-Ch. 43
- 44-Ch. 44
- 45-Ch. 45
- 46-Ch. 46
- 47-Ch. 47
- 48-Ch. 48
- 49-Ch. 49
- 50-Ch. 50
- 51-Epilogue
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A/N: Thanks for the reviews guys! :D We are getting closer to everything being revealed, I promise!
Harry glared down at the parchment in front of him. He had been trying to focus on the paperwork he had to get done, but it was being made difficult by all the other problems running through his mind. He had woken that morning in Draco’s enormous bed at Malfoy Manor having had the best night of sleep he had had in months. It was soft and warm and the fact that the body next to him was actually welcoming rather than seeming to want nothing to do with him was so surprising Harry had hardly believed it. That morning had been his first ever round of morning sex and he had been shocked to realise that it had left him feeling invigorated rather than sleepy. Draco seemed quite skilled at finding Harry’s prostate and bringing him to a shattering orgasm in a surprisingly short amount of time and Harry had found that it was better than any number of morning cups of tea at keeping him awake and aware. Giving up on finishing this particular piece of paperwork, he leant back in his chair, stretching muscles that had been held in the same hunched position for too long. He jumped when a tentative knock sounded on his door.
“It’s open,” he called, expecting his receptionist to walk in and dump more work on his desk. Lifting his glasses so he could rub at his tired eyes, the voice that greeted him was a complete shock.
“Harry?”
His glasses fell back down on his nose at the hesitant sound of Percy Weasley’s voice. He was standing just inside the door of Harry’s office, an armload of files nearly overbalancing as he eyed Harry cautiously. Percy had lost a lot of the pomposity that had been his defining characteristic during school and Harry attributed most of it to his finding and marrying Audrey, a Muggle-born who had attended Beauxbatons two years below Fleur. Harry smiled cautiously at him.
“Percy, how are you?”
“Ah – good! Yeah, I’m good, considering... ah... things.”
Harry waved his wand to clear the papers up from his desk, coming to a snap decision. If Percy was willing to talk to him like he was a human being, then he would take full advantage of it.
“Sit, please. Would you like something to drink? The, er, the coffee sucks, but it’s there if you’d like to brave it. I also have some chamomile tea here somewhere.” He pushed back from his desk, hoping desperately that his casual approach wouldn’t scare Percy away. “I’d offer you something a little stronger, but, besides it being immoral for me to drink on the job, I’ve also sworn off it for a little while.” He relaxed a little when he heard a soft puff of almost-laughter.
“If the coffee here is as bad as in my Department, then I believe I may stick with tea, if that’s alright with you.”
Harry grinned as he stood to make the drinks, relief rushing through him fast enough that he felt slightly light-headed. He had been wondering just which one of the Weasleys would be the easiest for him to approach so he could start trying to explain and it had never occurred to him to speak to Percy. Of course, Percy did tend to be the one Weasley everyone forgot existed. Between Bill’s Curse Breaking, Charlie’s work with dragons, George’s successful business, Ron’s Auror career and Ginny’s Quidditch career, Percy quietly making his way through the ranks of the Ministry got overlooked more often than not. The fact that he was now the Head of the Department of Magical Transportation was apparently not very well-known, as it was nowhere near as glamorous as his sibling’s careers. Harry turned back to find Percy perched on the edge of the chair in front of Harry’s desk, the files he had been carrying sitting in a neat pile on the floor.
“So...” Harry handed Percy his tea before sitting back down on his own chair.
“So,” Percy replied, his fingers flexing around the mug in a way that told Harry that he was just as nervous as Harry was. “My family don’t know I’m here. However, I figured you deserved a chance to speak, as I know personally just how determined they can be when they decide that one of them has been wronged.”
Harry merely sat staring into his own mug for a few seconds, guilt shooting through him. He knew that Percy had been treated quite badly by all of the Weasleys at one time or another, but he also knew that most of it had been Percy’s own fault. Shaking his head, he cleared those thoughts from his mind: this was about him and his behaviour, not Percy’s.
“Right... Can I ask what Ginny’s told you all?” This would probably go a lot smoother if he knew exactly what he was up against. “I mean, I know she told you that I’ve cheated on her with Draco, but is that it? She didn’t give you details, or say anything else?”
“No offence, Harry, but I believe that this may be one thing I do not require to know in detail.”
Harry nearly snorted his tea in an attempt to not burst out laughing. It was rare that Percy showed any kind of sense of humour, but when he did, it generally tended to be spot-on. Glancing up to meet Percy’s eyes, he saw them sparkling with amusement behind his glasses before he turned serious once again.
“Yes, Ginny mentioned Draco Malfoy. She seems to be under the impression that you have been with him for a few years now, or that is what she wanted us to believe. It was quite an opportune time for her to turn up at the Burrow when she did, as she caught both George and I there with our kids as well as Mother and Father. I’m unsure how much of what she said George believed, but there was something about it that sounded a little off to me. Hermione seemed to agree with me at least a little as well, but I couldn’t just come out and say I thought Ginny was lying. I know you’re not the type of person she was trying to make you out as, so I figured I’d give you a chance to have your say.”
“Thank you.”
Harry smiled as he set his tea down on the desk before him. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, he used those few seconds to take stock; to try to organise everything in his mind. Keeping everything in order helped him to keep as much of the emotion out of the tale as possible. It wouldn’t do to have Percy not believe him simply because he had not been able to control the anger in his voice when he recounted what Rhys had told him about Ginny’s extramarital activities. He knew a lot of what he was saying would be unbelievable to Percy, but he had to try. He watched Percy’s reactions carefully as he explained everything he knew, starting from the revelation he had had in that bathroom right up until the night he had confronted Ginny with what he had discovered. It was almost impossible for Harry to read what was going through Percy’s mind as he spoke, as he kept the same thoughtful expression on his face throughout the entire mini speech Harry gave. When he had finished, he sat back in his chair, his heart thumping in his ears as he waited for Percy’s reaction.
Percy sat staring into his tea for longer than Harry would have liked. He had no idea what he would do if Percy didn’t believe him; if he simply stood and accused him of telling outright lies about his sister. He had debated trying to speak to George or Bill when he had been in the process of cleaning Grimmauld the previous day, but what had stopped him had been the solid knowledge that both of them would most likely believe everything Ginny said. Percy was the one wild card in this whole situation and for him to have come to Harry rather than waiting for Harry to come to him was nothing short of a miracle to Harry. He was just starting to fidget uncomfortably in the silence when Percy spoke again.
“So what you’re telling me is that sixteen years ago, Ginny had an affair with the owner of the Harpies and that she’s gone on to have others since then?” His voice was low and obviously controlled, although Harry couldn’t tell if that was due to anger at Harry or anger in general. “Not only that, but you are gay and in a relationship with Draco Malfoy.”
Harry nodded. “Yes, that’s what I’m telling you.”
“I...” Percy raised his head, allowing Harry to see the disbelief in his eyes. “How did you not know you were gay?”
Scrubbing a hand through his hair, Harry shook his head. “I honestly don’t know. Before Draco there was only one man I had ever been with, but it was right after the end of the War and I was too drunk to remember most of it. He left before I woke up the next morning and I put it down to youthful stupidity.” He watched Percy for a few seconds before speaking again. “Is that the only question you have in all of this?”
“It’s all a bit much to take in all at once. My sister has been cheating nearly your entire marriage and you’re sleeping with a Malfoy. My mind is rebelling a little.”
“I know it’s an overwhelming amount of information; it took me three weeks to process it all properly,” Harry agreed. “Does, er, does that mean you believe me?”
“I... He’s a Malfoy, Harry.” The words were tainted by an almost despairing tone as Percy met Harry’s eyes. “A Malfoy who spent all of your school years making your life miserable; who joined the Death Eaters; who nearly killed Ron with that wine. You see what I’m getting at here?”
Harry’s eyes closed of their own volition as guilt settled cold and hard in his stomach. He had, of course, been over and over this in his own mind, but he had been unable to reconcile what he currently felt for Draco with the boy he had been. People grew and changed as they matured, that was an inescapable fact. However, the question seemed to be had Draco really changed all that much? Was he still the same petty, cruel boy he had been deep down, or had he also matured? If only Arthur and Lucius had found a way to not allow their rivalry and dislike for each other to trickle down to their children...
“Believe me, Perce, I know. When this first started I was so angry at him. Not only for jumping me in that toilet, but also for showing me that I had been so incredibly wrong about everything my entire life. Look, you’ve met the Dursleys so you know the kinds of role models I had for what was ‘normal’; for what I was supposed to feel. They weren’t homophobic or anything like that, but sexuality just wasn’t a thing in that house. I mean, they may have spoken to Dudley about stuff like that, but I was left to discover everything on my own. And you know what that meant? The first ‘lessons’ I got on sex were from your brothers.” Harry smiled when Percy flinched. “Yeah, I was told about condoms and how to kiss from the twins and Ron. As much as I love them all, it wasn’t the best way to discover such important things. And, of course, all three of them were straight, so everything was geared towards how to pull women and what to do when one of them shows interest in you. Not once was it mentioned that having feelings for men was alright. Not that I think they were trying to discriminate or anything, but teenage boys tend to follow along with the pack. This was what Ron and the twins found attractive, so that’s what I went with.”
“It never occurred to you to ask someone older than Fred and George?”
Harry shook his head slowly. “Would you have answered me properly if I came up to you during, say, the Triwizard and said that I thought more about Draco’s arse than any girl’s?”
“You were attracted to him even back then?” There was a thread of something in Percy’s voice that Harry couldn’t quite place.
“I was, yeah. I didn’t really think much about it, because I knew what I wanted: to marry the girl I loved and have a family.” The look on Percy’s face evolved into disbelief again, but Harry pushed on, knowing if he didn’t get this out now, he probably never would. “I know that your two families have never gotten along, but the thing is, I really do think Draco’s grown and matured since school. He’s still so intensely private, even with me, but the tiny glimpses I’ve gotten of his true personality prove that he’s not the same person he was back then. That beneath the snark and sarcasm and cruel humour, there really is an actual nice person in there trying to get out. And before you say it, yes, I know what I sound like. I know you can’t change someone just because you want them to change. But I also know what I’ve seen and I really do believe that there is a normal person under the shields he holds up against the rest of the world.”
“And you believe that he’s willing to take those shields down for you?”
“I hope he is.” Harry shook his head. “Even if he isn’t and this doesn’t work, I can’t stay with Ginny now I know I don’t like women. I can’t keep living a lie.”
“No, I see that and it’s totally understandable. You know she’s going to the papers?”
“I do. I also know that that’s been stalled for the time being.” Harry allowed the edges of his lips to curve just a little at the look of surprise that crossed Percy’s face. “I need to speak with her before everything goes public. I want to get as much sorted out as possible before the Prophet gets hold of the story and makes my life even more unbearable than it’s about to become. We need to get started on the divorce, we need to agree to the split of the household and I want a guarantee that I’ll get at least half custody of the kids. Hell, if she’s going to continue working away, then it’s probably best if I have main custody of them.”
“Harry–” There was a definite ‘be reasonable’ tone to Percy’s voice, but Harry was having none of it.
“I refuse to allow my children to be raised by anyone other than their parents. If Ginny wants to have main custody, then she needs to be working from London. There is any number of things I am willing to compromise on, but my children’s safety, security and stability aren’t on that list. I know what it’s like to feel unsafe and unwanted in your own home and I refuse to allow my kids to know how that feels. They’ll have a stable home at Grimmauld; one with a parent who is actually there for them.”
Percy leant back in his chair, puffing out a breath as he did so. “This is going to be absolute hell on everyone involved, isn’t it?”
“I’m sorry, Perce, I really, really am, but yes, it is. If I could change that, then I would, but I don’t see Ginny being reasonable about much of this. If she’s already trying to shop her version around, then I would think she’s aiming to have me discredited as soon as possible.”
“You think she’d go after your job?” Percy’s eyebrows shot up into his receding hairline as he glanced around the office.
“I honestly have no idea, but I can’t see me coming out of this with a very good reputation either way. I really don’t think she’ll need to say much about what happened with Draco: the people will see the word ‘cheat’ and assume the worst no matter whether it relates to the both of us or not. So much of my work depends on the people being able to trust me that it won’t take much for her to destroy all of it.” Which is exactly why Harry had seriously been considering a change in careers; not that Percy needed to know that right at that moment. “Is she still at your parent’s place?”
“I think she is, yes. You’re thinking of confronting her there?”
“Honestly, I’d rather not. Molly really isn’t happy with me at the moment and I’d rather speak to them both separately. “
Percy was silent for a few seconds before he gave Harry a small smile. “That would be your best bet, I’d say. Mother was the one who was always trying to convince me to see the light back during the War.” All Percy did was smile again when Harry met his eyes, although there was a sadness there that sent a shot of sympathy through Harry’s stomach. “But on that note, I must get going. I wish you luck with whatever you decide to do and if there’s anything I can do, please let me know.”
Harry smiled in return, but he knew that he wouldn’t be asking Percy to risk being ostracised by his family again. It was nice knowing that he was willing to offer, but Harry couldn’t have that on his conscience, not when he knew how much effort Percy had put in over the years to make up for his behaviour during the War. Turning back to his desk after seeing Percy out, Harry fought back the urge to send a note to Draco requesting some stress relief before sitting back down and dragging his paperwork back in front of him.
*~*
Draco smiled as he caught sight of Yasmine Archibald out of the corner of his eye again. She had been following him through Diagon for the past few minutes, obviously waiting for the opportunity to get him alone. He knew that this must mean that the Weaselette had already started trying to shop her story around and that Yasmine was going to explode the second she got him alone, so he detoured down a side alley, heading towards a small, very discreet cafe he knew of. Greeting the waitress as she showed him to a booth at the back of the shop, Draco ordered tea for two and pulled that week’s copy of the Quibbler out, propping it prominently against the sugar bowl. He knew that Yasmine was difficult to rattle, but figured any little jab at her was worth the effort, just in case.
“Malfoy.”
He glanced up from the magazine just as the waitress arrived with the tea service. Smiling blandly, Draco gestured to the empty opposite side of the booth, indicating that she should sit. He cast privacy charms around them the second the waitress left.
“Tea?”
“You fucking bastard.”
Draco managed to swipe the teapot up just in time to avoid having it crash into his lap as Yasmine threw a sheaf of papers onto the table. He shot her a chiding look that he usually reserved for Scorpius before replacing the pot carefully on the table.
“Now, now, there’s no need for a tantrum in public. You knew exactly what you were getting into when you agreed to pull that story.”
“Did I really? If I’d known that your ‘personal interest’ in this story was that you’ve managed to break up Ginny and Harry’s marriage, then I wouldn’t have agreed to the deal and you know it!”
Settling back into the softly padded bench, Draco smiled. “That is exactly why I didn’t give you details. I did promise you that you’d be the first to get the full story, not just what that – woman – wants everyone to know and I fully intend to deliver.”
“When?”
“When it is convenient for me.” He knew that he needed to discuss this properly with Harry and find out what was going on between him and his wife before he could release anything. Even then, he would need to have Harry sit down and write everything down and he had no idea when he would even have the time to do anything like that with everything he was going to have to do over the next few weeks and months. “I can trust you to keep your word?”
Yasmine eyed him for a few seconds before offering up a sarcastic smile. “As much as I can trust you to hold to yours.”
Scooping up the papers she had thrown at him, Draco smiled. “In that case, you must excuse me. The tea’s already paid for, please help yourself.”
Exiting the cafe, Draco hurried down towards the Apparition point. He had a lot of work to do.
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