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No Obvious Truths	By : Danyealle Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 64502 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 32
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Chapter 16

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Making sure to keep his voice down so his mother couldn't hear, Draco asked as they waited, “Is mother done being emotional?” They were getting ready to leave to take him to the train and there had been a serious bout of tears on her end that had her going off to clean up.

While checking to make sure his son had everything and it was all stacked, waiting to go, Lucius told him, “She is. It's hard on her. You'll understand when you get older, Draco. She's just fixing her makeup and we'll be ready.” Stacking Hedwig's cage on top of the trunk, looking at the owl, he then said, “I think we have everything. Are you sure you put everything in the trunk? Including Falkor?”

“I did,” Draco told him with a firm nod. “The charm is on Falkor and he's tucked in there. I'll unshrink him when I get into the dorms.” Looking at Hedwig, he asked, “Is she going to be alright with the Apparation?”

“She'll do fine,” Tom soothed. “She's a magical owl and will know what is going on. It won't be any worse than going through the floo with her.” Putting a hand on Draco's shoulder, he gave it a squeeze then said, “I'll make sure to include letters to you as well, I'll just sign them differently.”

Grinning at Tom, Draco nodded. As he knew why, he wasn't going to worry about it. Right now, though excited to go, he was also uptight and a little nervous. After all, it was the first time he was going to be away from home for an extended period. Severus would be around, something that would make it easier, of course, but he would miss everyone, especially Harry. Looking at Harry, who was seated, waiting, he said, “We'll exchange owls every day, I promise!”

“I'll make sure to write,” Harry told him with a firm nod. He was still disappointed at not being able to attend with Draco and would miss his friend, a lot, but was also excited about meeting up with him to get sorted and all that. However, today wasn't one of his better days and he was feeling rotten, so he wasn't as enthused as he normally would be. He supposed that would change later, but, for now, he was just subdued, hurting and feeling plenty bad, not to mention cold, getting chills from the fever he had that the potions were causing.

“I'll make sure to tell you everything that goes on,” Draco promised.

“Good! I want to hear about all of it,” Harry grinned.

“You're not going to get too lonely without me around, are you?” Draco asked, concerned. After all, he and Harry had been all but inseparable since Harry came to live with them. He knew he would miss his friend, a lot probably, and assumed it would be worse for Harry because there was really no one else around but adults.

“I'll be alright,” Harry told him with a bit of a sad smile. “It won't be the same without you here, but I'll manage. Don't worry about me, okay? You worry about doing good so Severus doesn't get snarly with you.”

Grinning a little, Draco nodded. “I will, I promise. I'll make sure to write as much as possible so you don't get too lonely. It won't be the same, but it's the best I can do.”

Giving Draco's shoulder a soft rub, Tom said, “We'll take good care of him, don't worry. Nagini will keep him company. It's not the same as you, but it'll help. We'll also make sure we spend plenty of time with him so he doesn't get too bored.”

“Good, because I'll worry about him,” Draco told Tom sincerely, looking up at the man.

“There is nothing to worry about,” Lucius soothed his son, reaching out to rub his head. “We'll take good care of him. You'll get to see him occasionally, for matches, feasts and such. Winter break will come before you know it then you'll be home to spend time together.”

“I know, I do, it's just hard,” Draco sighed, shaking his head. This summer had been the first one where he really had a true friend to spend time with, one that liked him for just who he was, and he didn't want it to end. It had to, though. That part had him a little down, despite the excitement of finally going to Hogwarts.

Coming back in after fixing her makeup, Narcissa gave her son a sad smile, feeling her lip quiver slightly again at the thought of her child finally going off to school then said, trying to keep herself together, “Are we all ready to go?”

“Whenever you are, Narcissa,” Lucius told her gently, reaching out to pat her back.

Nodding, making sure to keep herself under control, she walked over to Harry and checked the glamour on his scar to ensure it was fully covered. Once she saw it was and gave him a pat on the cheek, she walked back over and gave Draco a big hug. Sighing, she asked, “Alright, how are we going to do this?”

“I'll shrink the trunk and take it with me. You side along with Draco and I'll take Harry, carrying Hedwig. That should get us all there safely,” Lucius explained to her.

Liking that idea, Narcissa smiled down at her son then said, “We better get going. Tell Tom goodbye and we'll be off!”

Nodding, more nervous now than ever, Draco turned and gave Tom a hug. “I'll write, I promise! I'll include them with Harry's letters.”

Returning Draco’s hug, rubbing his back, Tom said, softly, “I'll be waiting for them.” Breaking it off, he looked down at the young man, smiling. “Now, you behave for Severus and study hard. Don't get into too much trouble.” Lowering his voice, he said, “And don't put up with any nonsense from those that only want to be your friend because of what they think is going on. No one expects that of you.”

“I won't,” Draco told him with a firm nod. Looking around, he said, voice breaking just a little, “I'm going to miss everyone.”

Hugging her son, Narcissa said, softly, tone quivering slightly, “And we will you, Draco.”

Shrinking his son's trunk and pocketing it, Lucius then picked up Harry and held him close before grabbing Hedwig's cage. “Are we ready?”

Having Draco grab her arm, Narcissa gave a firm nod then said, “We are. Let's go.”

With a nod, Lucius then Apparated away with a crack.

Standing on the platform, Harry was staring at the train in awe while Narcissa fussed over Draco, making sure he had everything together. The red train was brilliant! He couldn't wait for next year when he would get to ride it. Making sure to stay all but glued to Lucius' side, he leaned against the man and looked around. There were so many interesting people to see and strange things going on.

When Narcissa was done with him, Draco came over to stand by Harry then began to point out who he knew, telling him about them. When he got to the Weasley's he sneered then said, “Don't bother with them. They are dirt poor. You would think they would be ashamed to send their kids to school in hand me down clothes!”

Looking down at the large family of redheads, Harry said, softly, “Don't be like that, Draco. Clothes don't mean anything. I mean, mine were worse than theirs and were hand me downs. You like me just fine. Clothes and money don't mean someone can't be nice.”

Having forgotten about that and going off just what had been expected of him by so many, Draco sighed then looked down. “Sorry, Harry, I forget about that all the time. I didn't mean anything, you know that.”

“I know,” Harry smiled, giving him a nudge. “Just give them a chance. You like me just fine, despite all that, so you might them too. You never know.” Seeing several of the redheads look in their direction, Harry gave a smile and friendly wave to them.

“I'll give it a chance,” Draco said with a nod, feeling a little bad about what he had said. After all, Severus had pointed out several times he had been in no better shape because of his family's finances when he was in school. And he was great, someone he loved just like he did his parents.

“Besides, you're brilliant, they'll see that,” Harry grinned, chuckling.

“There is that,” Draco told him, grinning himself, looking smug.

Having been listening in to what was said, Lucius rubbed his son's head affectionately then did the same with Harry's. Though torn about his son having anything to do with Weasley's, he understood what Harry meant and wasn't going to say a word. The only thing that was bothering him at this juncture was the fact that everyone was looking at them oddly because of Harry. It was well known that they only had the one child so it was odd to see them with another.

Feeling his legs start to shake, Harry shook his head, giving a disgruntled sigh. Looking up at Lucius, he said, softly, tone one of exasperation, “I don't think I can stand much longer. Sorry!”

“There is nothing to be sorry for, Harry,” Lucius told him firmly, crouching down and picking up the young man. Feeling him shiver, Lucius cast a warming charm on his robes then felt his forehead. Shaking his head, he nudged Narcissa, “Can you check his temperature? I think the fever is getting higher.”

Stepping closer, putting a hand on Draco's back, she cast the spell and sighed when she saw it was a hundred and three. Stroking Harry's cheek gently, she asked, “Do you think you can make it until Draco gets on the train or do you need Lucius to take you home?”

“I'll make it,” Harry told her in a determined voice. “I just can't stand anymore.”

Looking up at Harry, Draco grinned at him and nodded. “It won't be much longer.” Glancing around, he saw Crabbe and Goyle trying to get his attention and shook his head, pretending not to notice. Lowering his voice, he said, “I don't want to have anything to do with those two! They are stupid!”

“You don't have to,” Lucius told his son firmly, glaring at the elder Goyles and Crabbes. They were ones that aligned themselves with the other Dark Lord and he didn't want to have anything to do with them, nor did he want his son around them or their spawn. All the lot of them wanted was to suck up to him, nothing more. He didn't want to play that game with any of them nor did he want Harry or Draco to have to put up with it.

Having been watching the Malfoy's, wondering about the small boy with them, Arthur and Molly walked down with their brood after seeing Lucius pick up the child and Narcissa cast the spell on him. Looking concerned at the young man who was obviously ill, Molly smiled then said, “Hello, Narcissa and Lucius.” Looking down at Draco, she smiled at him and said, “You must be Draco.” Putting her hand on Ron's head, she said, “Ron will be in the same year as you.”

Nodding to the redhead holding the rat, Draco said, “Hello, Ron,” trying to be nice.

Grinning at the lady with the friendly voice, Harry said hello then said hi to Ron as well.

Though he knew they were curious about Harry, Lucius nodded to them, exchanging a pleasant greeting. Narcissa did the same, though looked wary.

Looking at the young man Lucius was holding, Molly frowned slightly, “You don't look like you feel good.”

“He's ill,” Narcissa said, putting a hand on Harry's back, rubbing it softly.

“Oh!” Molly said, eyes widening. “Nothing serious I hope!”

“Harry will get better, don't worry,” Narcissa told her with a small smile.

Looking down at Ron, Harry grinned at the rat then asked, “What's it like to have a rat as a pet? I've heard they make good pets.”

“He's boring,” Ron said, looking up at Harry. “He will keep me company though. It's—well, he's old and doesn't do much.”

“At least he's company,” Draco commented, looking at the snoozing rat, not sure what to make of him. Grinning, he said, “Harry's cat, Shenanigans, is fun! He's great! I don't think he holds still other than when Harry has him in his lap or he's sleeping. Usually, he's all over the place, finding something to get into.”

“Yeah, he's brilliant,” Harry grinned.

Looking at the boys, smiling, Molly nodded then looked at Harry. “You aren't going this year, dear?”

Sighing, Harry shook his head, looking down. “No, I'll go next year.”

Nodding, Molly smiled bigger, “It's only a year. I'm sure it'll go fast.”

“We promised to send Ginny a Hogwarts toilet seat--” George started.

“We can send you one too, Harry,” Fred finished, grinning.

Rounding on her sons, Molly huffed, “Oh no you won't! You will do no such thing, Fred and George Weasley!” Rolling her eyes, she turned back around and said, “I'm sorry. They won't. I promise.”

Grinning, starting to snicker, Harry said, “That's fine, I don't need a toilet seat.”

Snickering himself, Draco said, “Alright, they're funny!”

Smirking slightly, Lucius said, “Well, if we do receive a toilet seat, we'll know where it came from.” Patting the still snickering Harry on the back, he looked at him and his son, seeing both of them grinning.

“They won't! Will you, Fred and George?” She asked, tone deadly.

Looking less than contrite, Fred and George said, together, “Sorry, mum.”

Snickering, Draco nudged Ron and looked up at Harry, grinning bigger. “They're great!”

Grinning a little, Ron just shook his head, used to the twins' antics by now.

Arthur sighed, looking at his sons then told Lucius, “They won't, I assure you. Will you, boys?”

“We won't,” Fred assured his dad, eyes twinkling mischievously.

“We promise, dad,” George finished, the same twinkle in his eyes.

Glancing at the twins, Arthur sighed, knowing they were now plotting something. Looking at the young man Lucius was holding, he wasn't sure what to say, though he was curious. Before he could formulate anything, the signal for everyone to board the train was sounded. After a nod to the Malfoy's, both of the Weasley adults began to herd their brood onto the train.

Grabbing Hedwig and his trunk, Draco hauled them to the stairs to the train. Feeling his father put a charm on the trunk to lighten it, he looked at both his parents and Harry. Grinning, he wasn't sure what to say but mouthed, 'see you later', then began to haul his things aboard.

Quickly, Draco found a compartment to himself and stowed everything then opened the window and looked out. Grinning, excited, though sad as well, he waved to Harry and his parents. He would see them at the feast, he knew that, but this was a big step and that sometimes was sad as well.

Standing there, Lucius, Narcissa and Harry waved to Draco until the train pulled out and they couldn't see it anymore. Leaning against Lucius, looking at the last place he could see the train, Harry sighed, a little sad himself.

Patting the young man on the back then giving Narcissa a pat as well, hearing her sniffle, he said, tone soft, “We better get home. It's time for Harry's potions.”

“Yes, we better,” Narcissa said, voice a little thick. Nodding, she said, “We need to. We have to prepare for tonight.” Smiling at the young man Lucius was holding, she said, “I think a nap is probably in order too, don't you, Harry?”

“Yeah, I'm tired,” Harry admitted softly.

“Alright, we better get home.” Stepping back, she Apparated away.

Holding Harry tightly, Lucius Apparated away as well.

Settled into a car with Blaise, Draco was quiet. For the first time since Harry had come to live with them, he didn't have him around. That was slightly sad. Looking up as the door opened, he saw Ron standing there.

“Mind if I come in? Everywhere else is full,” Ron asked, clutching onto Scabbers, holding his trunk.

Without thinking about it, Draco nodded, “Sure, come in.” Scooting over to make room, he quickly introduced Blaise.

Grateful that both seemed nice about it, Ron plopped down with a sigh. “Sorry, couldn't find anywhere else.”

Giving a dismissive wave, Draco said, “It's fine. Don't worry about it.”

Nodding pleasantly to the redhead, Blaise asked, “Was that Harry? The one your dad was holding. Isn't he the one you were talking about this summer that's now your foster brother?”

“Yeah, that's him,” Draco nodded. Grinning slightly, he said, “Harry is great and a lot of fun.”

“Your mum said he's sick,” Ron said quietly. “What's wrong with him?”

“He has cancer,” Draco told him softly. Face taking on a determined look, he said, “He's getting better, though! He looks a lot better than when he came to live with us, that's for sure!”

Nodding slowly, Blaise was about to say something when the compartment door slid open again. Sighing, he shook his head when Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy inched in, obviously wanting to join them.

Sneering, Draco snapped, “We're full. Find somewhere else.”

“Draco! You know--” Pansy started, simpering but was shocked.

“We're full,” Draco said firmly, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What's your dad going to think of you sitting with a Weasley, Draco?” Crabbed sneered, looking at Ron.

“They were talking to us before we got on the train, you dimwit!” Draco snapped. “Get lost. It's none of your business anyway!”

Exchanging a look, the three in the doorway then stepped out, walking down the aisle, though glancing over their shoulders at the compartment.

Standing up, Draco quickly walked over and shut the door before sitting back down with a huff. Glowering at it, he snapped, “Oh, I hope they don't go into the same house I am! I don't think I could stand to be around them all the time!”

Shaking his head, Blaise said, “Yeah, I agree. We'd be better off without them.”

Grinning a bit, Draco said, “And you'll be safe too, Ron. They haven't got an ounce of courage in them, so no chance they'll go into Gryffindor.”

Laughing, Ron shook his head, “They are idiots, all of them. I don't know them well, but what I do tells me that.” Looking at the two across from him, he asked, “You'll both go into Slytherin, won't you?”

“Probably before the hat touches my head,” Draco told him smugly.

Laughing, Blaise said, “Same here!”

“We're trying to figure out how to make sure Harry goes into Slytherin too, but Professor Snape said he's sure that he'll go into Gryffindor. What with his parents having been there and him battling this disease so long, he's shown more courage than most ever do.” Shaking his head, he said, “The house doesn't matter.”

“His parents were in Gryffindor?” Ron asked quietly.

“Yeah,” Draco nodded. Lowering his voice and looking at the floor, he said, “They both died in the last war. Harry was raised by Muggles until mother and father took him in. He's good, so his house doesn’t matter.” Grinning a bit, Draco said, “You could always beg the hat to come to Slytherin, Ron! We'd have fun!”

Snickering at that thought, and how his parents would react, Ron grinned, “Yeah, I could! We'd have fun together. Then, when Harry comes, it'd be more.”

“It will,” Draco told him, grinning bigger.

“My parents will have a fit, though,” Ron told him, shaking his head. “Weasley's have always been in Gryffindor.”

Looking smug, Draco said, tone smooth, “It won't be worse than when people find out Harry will be in Slytherin, 'cause we're going to make sure he is a snake!”

“Why's that?” Blaise asked, really curious and not understanding what Draco meant.

Motioning them to lean in, Draco said, “You have to keep it a secret for a few hours. Everyone will find out later, but we can't let them know right now.” Seeing both the other boys nod vigorously, eyes wide, Draco told them, keeping his voice very low, “Harry is Harry Potter. You know who I mean.”

Eyes growing wide, Ron said, tone astonished, “You're joking! As in the real Harry Potter? The Boy Who Lived?”

“The very same,” Draco told him smugly. “And he's not going this year, but he's going to be sorted and attend the feast with us!”

“That's great! Harry Potter is your foster brother!” Blaise grinned. “Oh, he has to be with us!”

“He does,” Draco told him with a firm nod. “We've been trying to think of a way to ensure that all summer! We'll manage, even if we both have to beg the Sorting Hat to put him there.” Leaning back, he said, “Harry has to be with me! I mean, he's sick and I help him! It has to understand that!”

Leaning back, clutching onto Scabbers, Ron said, grinning, “Alright, let me see what I can do. You said it's a Sorting Hat? Fred and George said something about wrestling a troll.”

“It's a hat,” Draco told him then began to explain what that meant. “So, just start asking for Slytherin and explain why. That should work from what Professor Snape says!”

Thinking that over, Ron nodded then sighed as he looked down at his clothes. Shaking his head, he said, softly, “I don't think I'll fit in.”

Giving a snort and shaking his head, Draco said, “Don't worry about it. Harry reminded me before we met that his were the same way. Clothes don't matter.” Lifting his head, looking smug, he said, “And if you're around me, everyone will know better than to say anything!”

Liking that, Ron smiled, nodding, “Alright. Let me see what I can do. I'll talk to the hat and try to convince it to put me in Slytherin! Mum and dad will have a fit, but they'll get over it.” Stopping, he grinned and chuckled, “Besides, it'll get me away from my brothers!”

“Oh, that's a very good reason!” Blaise laughed. “Yeah, with us you won't have that.”

“The twins seem brilliant though,” Draco chuckled.

“They are a menace!” Ron laughed, leaning back. Lowering his voice, he said, “They are funny, though. A lot more than Percy, that's for sure!”

Just as Draco was about to ask about Percy, the door opened. Looking up, Draco was ready to scowl, sure it was Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle again, but smiled when he saw the twins.

“Here you are, Ron!” George said, looking at his brother.

“We were wondering where you went!” Fred said.

Shaking his head, Ron rolled his eyes at the bouncing speech.

One taking a seat by his brother and the other by Draco, they asked, together, “What are you three plotting?”

“How to get your brother into Slytherin!” Draco grinned.

“Yeah, so he can be with us!” Blaise added, grinning as well.

Looking between the twins, slightly pale, Ron swallowed thickly, not sure what they would say about that.

Chuckling, pretending to wipe a tear from his eye, Fred gave a mock sob, “Our ickle Ronniekins is all grown up!”

“Breaking away from the Weasley mold, going off on his own,” George added, pretending to sob.

Snickering, Draco shook his head, “Yeah, they're great!”

Grinning a little himself, Ron shook his head.

Settling back, crossing his legs, looking at George, who was doing the same, Fred said, “Alright, we'll impart our years of wisdom on this to you and help if we can.” Slowly, he began to tell them what they heard worked for getting where you wanted to go when it came to the houses.

The three first years leaned forward, listening with rapt attention, took it all in before beginning to formulate plans with the help of the twins.

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