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19 Years and 5 Minutes Later	By : TheMightyFlynn Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 58416 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any characters related to that series; they are JK Rowling's. I make no money from this.

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: I was going through some of the older chapters and it looks like I got Harry's age wrong! *blush* He's 37, not 38! It's been fixed now...
Thanks for the reviews! I can promise he'll come out of denial eventually, but he's just so amusing like this :)
Harry clenched his hands in the pockets of his Auror uniform as he paced the length of the Headmaster’s Office of Hogwarts, a combination of worry and fear running through him. He knew he really shouldn’t be this nervous about seeing his boys, but this time was different to any other time he had stopped by Hogwarts to warn them of something. They both already knew that he and Ginny were getting a divorce; he had discovered that she had already informed them, but had apparently not ‘outed’ him just yet. He figured he could be thankful for that small mercy, at least: this was definitely something he needed to do himself and it seemed that the time had come. The article was coming out in the Prophet the next day – one week after the blow up at home – and both the boys needed to be forewarned.
“Dad? What’s wrong?” James sounded worried as Harry watched him enter the office with Al just behind him. “Mum said...”
Harry’s chest constricted as James trailed off. The uncertainty on his son’s face had him wondering briefly exactly what it was that Ginny had told the two of them, but he knew that that would come out over the course of the conversation they were about to have. He smiled as Al moved to hug him.
“Sit down, boys, there’s a few things we need to talk about.”
He seated himself on the edge of a small platform that held a complicated-looking device that he was certain he had smashed years before in a fit of teenage rage. Al immediately sat down on a chair next to the table just in front of the platform, but James stayed standing, his arms crossed across his chest and a scowl on his face.
“You and Mum are getting divorced.”
Harry sighed softly; he had figured James would be the more difficult of the two over this. “Yes, we are. Did she explain why?”
“No, I–” James threw his hands in the air and turned from him, frustration evident in his movements. “Why should I care why? Can’t you just...”
“Go on pretending?”
“No!” James spun back to face him again, glaring for all he was worth. “I don’t want anyone to pretend to like each other. What I want is for my family to be together. I don’t want you to leave us.”
“Leave you?” Harry’s jaw clenched briefly as anger coursed through him at the memory of Lily saying something very similar to him just the other day. “Jamie, I would never leave you or your brother and sister. The only thing that this divorce changes between us is that your Mother and I won’t be living together anymore. I love you guys more than anything else in the world and I’m not going anywhere, alright?”
A small sniffle from the side brought his attention back to Al and he moved automatically to scoop him into a tight hug. Opening his other arm as James made a small movement towards them, Harry smiled when he ran into his arms. He had no idea if it was what Ginny had said to them, but both of his boys seemed to be taking the news of their impending divorce much rougher than Lily had. It could have been put down to the fact that Lily had been there to see the strain and tension between the two of them over the few weeks since the boys had gone back to school, but Harry was more inclined to think Ginny had told the boys that Harry was leaving them forever. James was the first to pull back and Harry let him, moving so that he could sit back down on the platform behind him.
“I am so sorry boys, but there’s more to this than just your Mum and I getting divorced.”
“Mum said you’ve moved into Grimmauld with someone else.” Al’s voice was thick and it caused Harry’s anger to surge, but he bit down on his tongue so he wouldn’t show it. “That’s why we weren’t going to see you much anymore.”
Harry scrubbed at his eyes beneath his glasses. Of course she had told them that; how else would she go about trying to alienate him from his children? Swallowing back a bitter remark that he would never allow himself to utter in front of any of his kids, he sighed. Unwilling to try the same tactic as Ginny had, he decided to tell them the exact truth. That was what he had come here for in the first place, anyway.
“She got that part partially right. I have moved into Grimmauld, but the only other person living there with me is your sister. You’ll all be able to come over any time you want. There are bedrooms for all three of you, as well as Teddy if he wants to visit.” He paused, knowing that he had come to the point where he had to explain about his sexuality. Taking a deep breath, he let it out slowly as he looked between the two of them. “There’s something else you both need to know and it will probably come as a bit of a shock. I’ve realised over the past few weeks that I am actually gay. That’s the reason your Mum and I are divorcing.”
He had decided that this was the best way to explain things without having to go into actual detail about what was really going on between him and Ginny. There was absolutely no reason for any of his kids to have to know the gory details about either of them cheating or the rumours that were bound to begin flying the second the article came out. He knew it was inevitable that they would hear or read things eventually, but this first time they heard what was going on, he was determined that they would hear the truth. He had managed to shield them from the worst of the publicity that had followed both his and Ginny’s careers over the years and it helped that neither of them was interested in reading the papers. It meant that anything that happened, they heard it from him first, rather than reading about it from Rita Skeeter.
He had read through Ginny’s version of what had happened that was going to be published and had been surprised that she hadn’t decided to go with a complete character assassination. She hadn’t spared many details – Draco was going to be outed in the same sentence as he was, apparently – but there were no accusations of abuse or neglect.
“You’re gay?” There was a strange tone to Al’s voice as he stared at Harry with a small frown. “How did you not know? And why’d you marry Mum then?”
His eyes widening in surprise, Harry let out a breath he had not realised he was holding. Trust Al to cut straight to the heart of things. He shook his head slowly, wanting to give him a proper answer, but knowing that not even he could explain everything.
“I think it came down to the fact that I loved your Mother enough to fool myself into thinking I was straight. We both wanted to get married and start a family so bad that after the War was over, we never questioned what we wanted again. We loved each other and wanted to have children together, so we did. You boys and your sister were the result of our loving each other enough to want to have you together and for that I will never regret marrying her. It’s just come to a point where I have to follow my heart and staying married to your Mum isn’t the right thing to do.”
He had no idea where that tripe had come from, but he also knew that this was what his boys needed to hear. He had dealt with enough domestic disputes in his early years as an Auror to know that the children tended to blame themselves when it came to these kinds of situations and he was determined that his kids wouldn’t be the same. They might not need to know the full truth of the cheating and lies, but them knowing that he and Ginny had at one point loved each other very much was crucial. Although, thankfully, it seemed like neither of them was going to have any kind of breakdown over his revelation, which he thanked his lucky stars for. All he had to do now was explain the rest of what was going on without managing to traumatise them.
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Blowing out a gusty sigh before stepping through the floo into Grimmauld, Draco could feel his nerves trembling. He had never been this nervous over meeting a child before but, he told himself, meeting a child had never held so many implications for him before. This was the daughter of the man he was hoping to be spending quite a lot of time with in the future and if she didn’t like him, then this relationship would most likely not last very long. He glanced down as he entered Grimmauld, brushing almost invisible ash from his robes as he heard small footsteps running down the hallway towards him.
“Slow down, Lily,” Harry’s voice called from what sounded far enough away to be the bottom of the stairs leading down into the kitchen. “He’ll still be there if you walk.”
Draco grinned as he heard the steps slow to a walk just before the doorway. Lily entered at a much slower pace than she had been travelling at and stopped a few feet in front of him. Grabbing the edges of her ruffled dress, she dipped down into a curtsey and bowed her head.
“Lily Potter.” She held out her hand imperiously to him as she met his eyes, a wide grin spreading across her face.
Deciding to play along, Draco went to one knee in front of her before grasping her fingers and bowing his head, touching them to his forehead in the ancient pure-blood greeting. “Draco Malfoy at your service, my Lady.”
She gave a small shriek of laughter just as Harry entered the room. Glancing up to meet Harry’s eyes as Lily ran back to hide behind his legs, Draco’s stomach flipped at the look on his face. The heat that had been there dissipated quickly, though, as Lily laughed and peeked out from behind Harry’s back.
“Why don’t I ever get treated like that?” There was humour in Harry’s voice, which broke the spell Draco had been under, reminding him exactly why he was there.
“I’ve never seen you in a princess dress, Harry, that’s why.” He tried very hard to push the memory of Astoria calling Harry his ‘damsel’ out of his mind as he crossed the room towards them. “Not that I really want to.”
Thinking Harry would not want to display any kind of affection – for lack of a better word – for him in front of his daughter, Draco felt shock ripple through him when he was drawn into a soft kiss as he reached the doorway. He blinked at the smile Harry shot him and raised an eyebrow in question. Thankfully, it seemed like he was going to get an explanation, as Lily popped out from behind Harry and rushed off down the hallway towards the kitchen.
“She’s hungry,” Harry explained in a quiet voice. “She also doesn’t like being stuck at school all day when she knows something big is happening at home.”
“You told her? About us, I mean?”
Harry took a deep breath and smiled at him before starting to move slowly after Lily. “Yeah, I told the boys as well. I went off to Hogwarts this morning and explained that me and Ginny were getting a divorce and why. Neither of them is particularly happy about the divorce, but they seem to understand why it has to happen. Since the article is coming out tomorrow, they had to know. I wasn’t going to let them find out something like this from a newspaper.”
Draco nodded, understanding where Harry was coming from completely. He had taken a trip to Hogwarts at the start of the week to speak to Scorpius when it became clear to him that he was going to be exposed in the papers no matter what he did. Thankfully, it looked like Scorpius had actually been waiting for something like this to happen, although Draco got the distinct feeling that he had thought it would be his Mother rather than him who found someone else.
“Scorpius knows as well.”
It looked like Harry was about to reply, but he was interrupted by Lily grabbing his hand and dragging him through the doorway to the kitchen. He stumbled a little, but regained his feet just in time for her to spin around and smile wide at the two of them. The stunned look on Harry’s face told Draco that he had not expected the sight that greeted them. Lily had spread a red and white chequered tablecloth over the end of the long wooden table and set three places at it. Her place was obviously by itself on one side while the two bigger settings were next to each other on the opposite side.
“Dad says it’s too late and too cold to have a proper picnic, so now we can have one inside instead.” There was a devious glint to her eyes that had Draco struggling to smother a laugh. “He’s cooked picnic food and everything.”
Draco swallowed and took a deep breath to calm the laughter trying to bubble up inside him before glancing up to raise an eyebrow at Harry. “‘Picnic food’?”
“I hope you haven’t eaten yet, because apparently you’re eating here,” Harry mumbled with an apologetic glance his way. “We have sausages, fried eggs, chips and a lot of salad.”
“And a chocolate cake for dessert!”
Lily bounced on the spot, glancing between the two of them with a wide smile. Draco couldn’t help smiling back as he moved around the table to take his place.
“How could I turn down chocolate cake?”
He could have sworn that he heard Harry mutter something that sounded very much like ‘don’t say I didn’t warn you’ as he sat down, but he ignored it. Lily was a child, just as Scorpius was, so she couldn’t be that different, right? Looking back on that moment later on that night, he wondered how he could have been so very wrong.
“I’ve seen you in the papers before,” Lily informed him as she sat down at the bench and smoothed out her dress. “According to the Prophet you run the best private brewing business in London.”
The memory of Harry warning him he would be pelted with potions questions surfaced just as Harry snorted a laugh. “A gentleman never brags,” he prevaricated with a glare for Harry, who had moved over to the stove to keep an eye on the food. “I don’t actually bother reading the Prophet all that much anymore.”
“I read the potions pages when Dad throws them away. He only really reads the sports section, just like Uncle Ron.” She made a face indicating what she thought of that before continuing. “Aunt Hermione said that if I want to read about my Potions classes next year, then I can have some of Rose’s Potions books because Hugo won’t need them until the year after me. Aunt Hermione was quite good at Potions in school, did you know that?”
Draco just barely prevented himself from rolling his eyes as Harry snorted again. “I recall her being quite good, yes.”
“Were you in the same year as Dad then? He was in Professor Slughorn’s Slug Club in sixth year with Mum and Aunt Hermione. That means they were really good. I think it’s a real shame he retired before I could get in too. I met him last year, you know.”
Feeling slightly stunned by the rush of words, Draco glanced over to see Harry chuckling silently with his hand covering the bottom half of his face. “That must have been exciting.”
“It was! He says I have a natural talent for Potions and that I would have been the top of his class if he was still teaching. He retired just after the War ended, though.” She was interrupted by Harry placing a plateful of food in front of her.
“How about we give Draco a bit of a break, Lil?”
Despite those words, Draco spent almost the entire meal answering Lily’s questions about what it was like to run his own potion brewing business, whether it was worth the effort or whether she should try for a Professorship instead. By the time they had each polished off a slice of rich chocolate cake for dessert, Draco was beginning to wish that he had taken Harry’s advice and brought something to bribe her with. He was silently grateful when nine o’clock rolled around and Harry announced in a loud voice that it was her bedtime. By that time they had moved upstairs into the parlour, which meant that Draco got to relax on one of the comfy lounges while Harry put Lily to bed upstairs. Warm, tired and full of good food, he fell into a bit of a stupor as he sat watching the flickering flames of the fire. He didn’t come out of it until he heard Harry’s footsteps crossing the room towards him.
“Sorry about that. She’s a bit of a handful when she really gets going like that.”
Draco smiled as Harry moved to sit on the opposite end of his lounge. “I seem to remember a certain Aunt of hers being the same.”
“Oh, believe me, Hermione had nothing on Lily. It’s unfortunate sometimes, but she seems to have inherited the Weasley energy as well as Ginny’s brains.” Harry offered up an apologetic smile as he settled more completely into the lounge. “It’s an energy that I’m afraid I don’t share.”
Draco grinned as Harry raised his feet to rest on his lap. “After a meal that size, there was never going to be a chance of you getting laid tonight anyway.”
Warmth spread through him as Harry chuckled. Removing Harry’s socks, Draco rubbed his thumbs across the balls of Harry’s feet, offering a different kind of pleasure instead. Settling down into the lounge properly again, he allowed his mind to wander as he worked Harry’s feet. It had been so long since he had let himself feel this comfortable with another man that it was slightly surprising to him that it came this easily. However, no matter how surprising this was to him, he was determined to enjoy it while it lasted. Everything was going to change the next day anyway.
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