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Blue Eyed Dragon	By : PrincessLizzie Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 21706 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER FIFTEEN

The gates of Azkaban were cruel and cold looking. A shiver went up Draco�s spine and he wished for the thousandth time that Harry was there to give him strength. But he knew hoping wouldn�t change anything. He looked at Arthur Weasley and nodded, letting him know he was ready.

They stepped up to the guard shack. The guard was mean looking. He was heavy-set with two (definable) chins. His nose was big, his eyes small and his face was home to stubble that indicated that the man hadn�t shaved in days. At least. His shirt was so small that patches of (very) hairy belly were sticking out between buttons and his trousers were unbuttoned. It looked like the zipper wouldn�t last very much longer, either, making Draco all the more anxious to get this all over with. �Name and purpose,� he stated dully, not even bothering to look up.

�Arthur Weasley, Minister of Magic. I�m here to escort Draco Malfoy who has an appointment to see prisoners number 6144A, number 9246F and number 7165D.�

�Wands.� Both Draco and Arthur handed their wands to the gruff-looking man and he handed them both a badge that read VISITOR. �Go through the doors. Turn right at the second corridor on your right. Turn left at the end of that hallway, right at the end of that one. Ride the lift down to the sub-B corridor. Make a right out of the lift and go through the eleventh door on your left, counting only on your left.� Draco�s head was spinning and was about to ask the guard to repeat the directions but Arthur just nodded, thanked the man and headed towards the door.

Draco blindly followed Arthur blindly through the dark, musty corridors. He had a sense of foreboding, like something bad was going to happen. Finally, they got to the door he was supposed to enter. Draco took a deep breath as Arthur placed his hands on Draco�s shoulders. �Just say the word when you�re ready to leave, Son. Good luck.� Draco nodded.

�Thank you.� Arthur squeezed his shoulders in an effort to comfort him and then left.

Draco took a few more deep breaths, then opened the door. He stepped into the poorly lit room and closed the door slowly behind him. One more deep breath and he finally looked up to see the blank faces of the three men who tortured and killed his father and ultimately drove his mother to insanity.

�I�m not here today to rub it in your face that you failed in your mission to kill me.� Draco�s voice was loud, clear and strong. �I am, however, here to show you that you�ve done me a great favor. If it weren�t for you, I never would have began dating my fianc�e and for that-and ONLY that-I�m grateful. You made it possible for me to see what a wonderful and caring man he is as well as allowing me to open myself up to him so he could see me, not my father.

�Do not, under ANY circumstances, view this as forgiveness. You stole my family from me; you essentially orphaned me and that is unforgivable. I hate you with every fiber of my being and I sincerely hope you meet Voldemort in the seventh ring of Hell so you may be tortured by him for all eternity.� The last sentence was spoken with such venom that it surprised Draco. He lifted his head high towards the three monsters, staring them in the eye each in turn.

�Lucius Malfoy�s son is a fag,� one of the bastards snarled. Draco recognized him as Nott.

�Luke is rolling over in his grave,� said a second, fake pity all too obvious. Bulstrode, Draco thought emotionlessly.

Draco walked up to the table and slammed his hands down on it, shoulder width apart, and bent over so that his nose was mere millimeters away from Bulstrode�s. �You know nothing of my father.� His voice was low, barley above a whisper. Draco leaned back a little to look at all three men. �You three are despicable excuses for human beings and I have serious doubts that a Dementor�s Kiss will have any effect on you except to make you more human as I doubt that any of you have anything that even remotely resembles a soul!� He turned and stalked to the door. �Dragon!� he said forcefully. The door opened instantly and Draco turned on his heel to walk out.

Just before he walked through the door, he stopped and turned. �I take that back. I don�t hate you. I refuse to give you that power and hate is more than you deserve. I simply feel nothing towards you.� Draco left then quickly. He was anxious to get back to Harry.

***

An hour later, Harry and Draco were back in their living room, cuddling together on the couch. �Was it horrible?�

�At first. But in the end, it felt good to get it all off my chest. Can I have the Pensieve? I want to get this in there before I forget.�

�I doubt you�ll ever forget such a thing, My Dragon,� Harry replied as he handed the small box to his lover.

�I know, but still.� Draco sat up a little to preserve the memory. �Do you want to see it?� Harry shook his head.

�It�s a private moment. Unless you specifically ask me to view it, I won�t.� Draco crashed his mouth into Harry�s, kissing him soundly.

�I love you. You have no idea what you mean to me.� The blond nuzzled his fianc�e�s neck.

�And I love you. When should we go shopping for a cake?�

�This week. I�m excited. Have you asked Ron yet?� Harry nodded.

�While I was at The Burrow this morning. I also asked molly if we could take over her house that day. She almost begged me to let her cook for it. It took me a long time to convince her that she will be our guest and that I�d better not see her raise a finger or a wand that day.� Draco chuckled.

***

The two men walked into a bakery in Muggle London. A pretty woman standing behind the counter smiled as they walked through the door. �Hi there, Gentlemen! What can I help you with today?�

�We�re looking for a wedding cake,� Harry answered. �We would like it to be a custom decorating job and the wedding date is June 30.� The woman smiled.

�Sure!� She bent down and brought a three-ringed binder out from under the counter and carried it to a table by a case that held several beautifully decorated cakes. She opened the book and began to speak. �Do you have any idea about colors? What kind of decorations? The kind of cake?�

�Chocolate,� Draco replied almost immediately. Harry raised an eyebrow at his fianc�e and the blond just flashed him a sheepish smile. �You don�t mind, right?�

�Any kind of cake you want, Dray. But I get to go and buy the top piece.�

�Deal.� He turned back to the woman. �Chocolate,� he reaffirmed. �Overall white icing and...� he thought for a moment and then continued, �one red and one silver dragon going around it. One on the bottom tier and the other on the top, with their flames going around the second tier.�

�Dragons,� the woman repeated. �Most couples choose roses but if it makes you happy, then we�ll do it.� The woman drew a quick sketch and then handed it to Harry and Draco.

�How�s this?�

�May I?� asked Harry.

�Of course.� She handed him the pencil, then looked at the edited sketch.

�Can that be done?� The woman smiled brightly.

�Absolutely. Where would you like it delivered?�

�Can someone pick it up?� Harry questioned.

�Of course. It will be ready by ten the morning of June 30.�

�Great! We�d like to pay now.�

�Of course.�

The men paid for their wedding cake and then, after a bit of lunch, they Apparated to the caterer shop in Diagon Alley.

When they walked through the door, a short, round man beamed at Draco from behind a deli-style counter. �Mr. Malfoy! How wonderful to see you!�

�Good afternoon, Mr. Hamilton. I�m well, thank you. Harry, Mr. Hamilton is an old friend of Mum�s. I trust you know Harry Potter, Mr. Hamilton?�

�Who doesn�t?� The fat man extended his hand towards Harry. �It�s a pleasure, Mr. Potter.� Harry smiled politely.

�Nice to meet you, Mr. Hamilton.�

�So what can I do for you, Mr. Malfoy?�

�Please call me Draco. Harry here and I are planning our wedding and we were hoping you�d cater it for us. I also trust that you realize we expect the strictest of confidence from you.�

�Congratulations! Your mother would be most pleased!� Harry looked over at his fianc�e at the mention of Narcissa and saw his blue-grey eyes brimming with tears. �I, of course, am honored that you thought of me. When is this most joyous event to take place?�

�June 30. I know that it�s very short notice but-� The man shook his head to interrupt Draco.

�Nonsense! You�re giving me plenty of time! What sort of menu would you like?�

�A light one. Grilled salmon, vegetable skewers, salads...we trust your judgment. The only specific thing Harry and I would like is a fruit salad but the rest we leave in your capable hands.

�We�ll need you to deliver the food to the home of Minister Arthur Weasley by one o�clock that afternoon.�

�Of course, of course! I�ll deliver it and set it up personally! How many guests?�

�Twenty-two, plus Draco and I,� Harry spoke up. �How much do we owe you?�

�My normal rate is 2500 Galleons but since Draco is such a good friend, we�ll say 1350 for you two.�

�You�re too generous, Mr. Hamilton,� Harry said as he handed the man a sack of money.

As both Harry and Draco stood up to leave, the stout man shook both of their hands in turn again. �Thank you again for your discretion, Mr. Hamilton.�

�Of course, Mr. Potter. Congratulations again and I�ll see you on June 30.� The men smiled politely and Apparated home.

Author's Notes: Again, a short chapter but very important. Draco got the closure that he needed and some very important wedding preperations were taken care of here ^.^ How's the cake sound? Pretty? The top piece Harry picks out will add to it, I think ^.~

Harry didn't view Draco's memory because he feels that it's too personal and he wanted it to truly be Draco's decision-he knew that if Dray NEEDED him to view it, he'd have insisted.

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