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The Principle of Sympathy	By : heerayni Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5831 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 18 - Unwelcome Secrets.

(THIS PROLOGUE IS NOT A PAST MEMORY OF AN EVENT FROM DRACO'S LIFE, BUT MY RETELLING AND REINVENTING OF THE STORY OF PEVERELL BROTHERS AND AS IT TIES IN WITH MY STORY. IT IS IMPORTANT TO THE PLOT SO DON'T MISS IT, I HOPE YOU WILL ENJOY IT.)

"You see, the brothers Peverell were all three very powerful wizards. Antioch, Cadmus and Ignotus were young and curious. Once Ignotus came of age, the three brothers decided to travel far and wide in search of the ultimate mage, to teach them the most powerful of magics. It was a tradition in those days, a sort of rite of passage. A quest for something greater than what their world as they knew it had to offer.

The brothers decided to look for someone which is always harder to find than something, who could teach them the disciplines of old magic. The basic magic. The magic that in its present form is what a cotton handkerchief is to a whole roll of finest silk. They wanted to master the five disciplines and become Metamagicians. The ultimate unattainable goal. A magician powerful enough to control the force of nature and heal and channel earth's own magic. In short, they were looking to become Gods.

They travelled far and wide until they traversed North far enough to hear of the Mage, who was not actually a mage but rumored to be a God belonging to the pantheon of Northern Gods, banished to earth in weak form of a mage to guard the world tree's reflection. He went by the name of Proud Serpent and was also addressed as Jormungandr in whispers only and he was said to be the guardian of the bridge on the never ending marsh that lead to the forest home to the tree of the world. Such terrible were his powers that he was called the incarnation of death itself by some and no one who ever ventured into his domain returned alive.

So naturally the brothers had to go look for him. And find the mage they did. But he was no death, nor a lost banished God. He was just a very powerful wizard with lots of snakes for pet for he could speak with them and dragons and crocodiles from the marsh too. He was called 'Vidarr' (with a very hard to pronounce last name which was to the effect of 'proud serpent') and he was the head of an ancient Magical community called 'Fen' (it was the same ancient community that Salazar Slytherin's Mother was said to be descended from as the brothers would later figure out) that was settled just beyond the forest.

Though he was a little intimidating which was enhanced by a certain communication barrier, he was the noblest mage to have ever crossed their path and only required that no harm would come to community under his protection. The three brothers made blood oaths to do no harm to the community and also offered the power of their wands in the mage's fight against wild Goblins who kept attacking the community. The wand magic did help, as Goblins knew nothing of it and it took them by element of surprise soon the fight was over and the wild Goblins were made to flee the forest and find home somewhere far.

Vidarr did know a thing or two about the magic the brothers were seeking. But, it came with a price. And the price is a secret to date.

They stayed with the community for three years. Learning magic. Learning the three of the five disciplines the old man did know of. He made the brothers chose one each from the three he had to offer and they made their choices according to their intentions.

Antioch the eldest chose Wizardry, as he was obsessed with offensive and defensive magic. He was the hot-tempered of the brothers. Never to back away from a fight. His vice was his thirst for excellence.

Cadmus' choice was rather vague as he chose Thaumaturgy; he was bent on making an object that could defy the boundaries of the worlds as we knew them. He was said to be the most intelligent of the three. His intentions behind the particular choice would twist horribly later. His vice was his hunger for the impossible.

Ignotus' chose sorcery to both elder brother's surprise, as they thought him rather simple minded and too uncomplicated for a complicated discipline such as sorcery. His vice was his desire for simplicity.

At the end of the three years. When each brother had completed their education of their respective disciplines, they all made way back towards South. In coming few years the brother's split up before making their respective deathly hallows, sealing a part of their magic in each of the objects.

Antioch prior to being a student of Vidarr, was training in the art of wand making. So naturally he made the Elder wand, and its power corrupted him so, because wizardry in its true form was a cruel art and asks for fight and blood constantly. Driven mad by his pride and power induced delirium he murdered his way through the continent. Before he was murdered in his sleep. Before that the extraordinary wizard that he was, he modified it so, that it would only respond fully to his blood kin. The wand changed hand after hand, giving much, but taking more from each hand. Until it made to the hand of the last known owner as we all know him, Albus Dumbledore. Who won it from Gellert Grindlewald. Did you not ever wonder why Gellert lost the duel even with the mastery of Elder wand on his side? It is because Dumbledore was blood kin, A direct pure-blood descendant of not Ignotus Peverell as he is often mistook to be, but of Cadmus Peverell.

All the while that Antioch was unleashing his elder wand across the continent. Cadmus was joining his previous love for potions and alchemy with his latest acquired mastery in Thaumaturgy. The combination was explosive. During one of such explosions unfortunately his heavily pregnant wife (who was also Vidar's niece, they had fallen in love whilst Cadmus was learning the discipline and had married.) was hurt and died during forced before time child-birth. Leaving a little boy and an insane with grief and guilt Cadmus Peverell behind.

Cadmus handed the child over to the kind and simple-minded, newly wed Ignotus and his bride who raised the boy as their own and named him Iovis, like the Northern sky constellation in honor of his deceased mother.(hence the common misconception regarding the ancestry of Dumbledores) while Cadmus went seeking Vidar's help to bring back his wife from the dead. Cadmus though got lost in the forest and came across Vidar's twin brother Gunnar, who was as dark a wizard as they came. Since the brothers were identical, Cadmus mistook Gunnar for Vidar and told him the tale of his wife and Gunnar's daughter's death in child birth due to a magical accident. Gunnar in turn lured him under false pretenses into the forbidden arts, which Cadmus failed to master brilliantly. Making Gunnar curse Cadmus to have a soul binder and keeper every seven generations and forever be persecuted by their peers hence in the name of it.

Cadmus returned unsuccessful. His family forced him to marry again, but in his heart his true love remained to be his first wife. He had learnt something of the dark arts that Gunnar had forced him to practice. An idea took root in his mind which then made him create the resurrection stone. But his first wife's body was too decomposed to contain life anymore. An oversight if there ever was, and as legend goes Cadmus killed himself in madness and grief. Leaving behind yet another wife and infant son. Who the Malfoys on one side descend from. The Gaunts on one side, Dumbledores and Crouches descended from Iovis who'd inherited the gift of Parseltongue from his Grandfather the darkest wizard of his age Gunnar who was slain in a cosmic fight by his twin brother Vidarr, who also died succumbing to his own wounds shortly after. While on the other side, Gaunts were the direct descendants of Salazar Slytherin.

Ignotus lived a happy life and did not make the Invisibility cloak until he was nearing fifty. He had a bucket load of children and had also raised Antioch's two children (son and daughter, Arcturus and Lyra) and also Cadmus' oldest Iovis and his own seven children. From whom descend many of the present pure-blood families. During the fifth Goblin war Ignotus came up to the idea of making an invisibility cloak that would help him spy on the Goblins and protect the community of Godric's Hollow. He dodged certain death many times and his ventures behind enemy lines made the wizards win the war against the Goblins and gain back the possession of Gryffindor's sword too. Which was then placed in Hogwarts hidden in Gryffindor's hat, to be summoned by a true, brave heart in need of it most.

Ignotus lived to be a happy old man. But did not transfer his art of sorcery to any of his descendants, taking heed of the way his brothers met their ends. The only regret he ever had which remained a lost secret for a long time even after his death was something he created out of sadness of never ever being able see his ruined dead brothers he loved with all his heart again. He was tormented by their constant skewered images in their children's faces and mannerisms and natures. He constantly looked for them in their children, but it was never enough. It was not them, not Brave, rowdy yet protective Slytherin Antioch was, Or cool-minded, subtle yet deeply passionate and caring Ravenclaw that Cadmus was.

He wished to see his brothers as they once were, happy and shining and golden in their curiosities and unity. And so his sorcery out of sheer desire created a mirror, a Mirror that reflected deepest most desperate desires of the one who looked into it. But it was an evil lure. And Ignotus of pure heart, realized it for what it was. He could not bring himself to break it as every time he faced it he would see the beautiful faces of his unpolluted brothers.

So Ignotus hid what was already a secret in a dark place, forgotten for centuries, until a pair of young wizards, just as curious and unpolluted as Ignotus and his brothers once were, stumbled upon it by accident in the still intact basement of Peverell Manor ruins, one fateful summer, when one look into the mirror world lead them both to make decisions that would change the world around them into what it is today. Gellert the proud and beautiful saw himself with his arms around the world. And Albus the sensitive and passionate saw himself with his arms around Gellert.

Jo ulfat mein har ek sitam hai gawara

Yeh sab kuch hai paas-e-wafa tum se warna

Satate ho din raat jiss tarha mujh ko

Kissi ghair ko youn sata kar to dekho

(In love, I have embraced every wound you inflicted

All this is in honor of my devotion to you..Otherwise..

The way you torment me relentlessly day and night..

Try and teasing another and see them walkaway…)

::(Chapter starts here)::

At this moment, I could really give in to my cannibalistic tendencies and tear through the fourteen causes of this most inconvenient interruption to what might be the best night of my life.

But i have already shown too much tonight. Things that can easily become the doom of our still rather tender relationship, if I dare call it that. Things that I have not explained yet which would need explanation.

The red flair lights the night sky smoky with mist that is so characteristic of my homeland.

The woman, facing me flinches at the red light behind me. Her glassy eyes turn alert for the first time during this encounter. So even for a wizard like Minatio, spreading his magic thin enough to control fourteen underlings is too much. Anyone can see desperation in such a ridiculous attack. He knows how able I am to protect myself on my own turf, in my own home, behind my ancient family blood wards, even if you ignore the extra magical abilities that I have gained over the years.

No, it does not add up at all. Despite the large number of attackers, it feels,

Firstly, a lure. He intended for me to see this stretching of his power and failing in keeping it intact for a long enough duration to pass my sight, as a vulnerability on his part. So that I will be lulled into confidence and a false sense of security.

Secondly, a decoy. He has a more covert mission. A different target and he just wants to hood-wink both me and Auror-department. And the only thing that the auror department and I have in common is…

Harry Potter.

The first pop of apparition and throwing of a hex has me turning on my heels and running back towards where I left Harry in the grass. He is still being hindered by Tenebra while he casts spell after spell to be free of her, when I get back to him. The battle-fire in his eyes is enough to make me flinch.

"Get it the fuck off of me!" he yells at me as soon he notices me approaching. The disgust on his face is too real and it feels like a kick in the gut. I catch myself in time and flick a wrist towards the swirling round of black liquid smoke, she obeys flawlessly and flows onto the grass as a shadow standing alert and tense.

As soon as he is free of his confines, a fist flies at my face. I admit that I was half expecting it. It's fast and has enough force to dislocate my jaw, but I am faster as I dodge it and receive it in the middle of my palm, feeling a split second of smug triumph before pain and pressure flares under my ribs on the other side. It knocks the breath out of me, but is not forceful enough to knock me to the ground. Or perhaps it is and only the sudden curl of his body around mine stop me from tipping over.

I have not received a punch like that in a long time. No one in a long time has been able to out maneuver me in a physical assault. It's typical that he would show me up like this so effortlessly. I am fast, but he is faster somehow.

It was an extremely Slytherin move on his part, and I would appreciate the intricacies of it, if my very breath was not knocked out of me. Under the ribs is one of the most painful places to receive one of Harry Potter's hammer like punches, but I know it was deserved. I did petrify him by surprise.

Just after making love with him several times not half hour ago.

"I swear to Merlin Draco, if you ever do that again and I will not fail to break your pretty pointy nose!"

He hisses in my face eyes ablaze with anger and a somewhat fond annoyance.

So all is not lost yet.

He is letting go of me suddenly, his attention on something behind my shoulder and I suddenly remember why I had actually decided to make my way back to the punch.

"Wait! This is not what it seems Harry, it's a decoy…"

He pauses mid stride, turning sharply at me.

"What do you mean?" he asks.

"I don't have time to explain, we need to get to your home as soon as possible."

"I am not abandoning my friends and colleagues here Draco!"

"No, you will not be abandoning them. They don't have much to worry about these attackers. They are not going to do any harm, or cast any spells, they were under their Boss's mind control. They are a decoy, for what, I guess the answer is at your home. We will have to go and see if your house is under attack."

I am a little wary about dragging him with me to the floo, but at this point I am willing to hazard another punch. So I take his arm any way. He come easily enough, though keeps looking back towards the gate outside of which swift arrests are happening most efficiently, I am sure.

A loud pop sounds right next to the floo just as we are about to climb in to it.

"Kreacher!" Potter shouts at the old and ugly house-elf that has just arrived.

"Sorry Master… Kreacher had to find Master, Someone tried to set fire to Master's muggle neighbor house. Home is safe and unharmed. So Kreacher had to come tell Master to ask if he can put it out. Master told Kreacher to avoid all contact or cast any elf-magic on the annoying Muggles next door."

"YES! Yes! You can go put out the fire Kreacher! Try to save the lives of the muggle…"

"Muggles already safe, Master did not ask the same things of Winky so Winky saves the muggles, but Kreacher had to ask and Kreacher cannot stand the burnt building looking ugly next to the beautiful old home's front yard!"

I have never seen a more exasperating creature than this Kreacher, which somehow belongs to the most exasperating wizard in the history of magic.

"Enough! You will do just as your master commanded Elf! Now go!"

The elf's eyes widen in reverence at my commanding voice and he offers a deep bow of deference before he pops away.

I turn to look at Potter, who is staring at me as well.

"I don't think I will ever be able to make him obey me like that…"

"Of course you won't. Only Malfoys ever had the trick and the guts to make the Blacks heed. Which is why they made such good and successful marital matches for each other, generation after generation. The Blacks always had the tendency for imbalance and drama, Malfoys absolute control and stoicism balanced the equation. That Elf is more Black than any Black themselves even."

"I see. So the fidelius held up, so did the wards and out of frustration they lit up my neighborhood."

"It would seem so."

"Brilliant!" he says bitterly.

It is around nine in the morning when the last auror leaves my estate. I see Harry standing right next to the spot in the grass where I laid him down after petrifying him a few hours earlier. The morning is misty and grey. There is no sun peeking out from behind the grey brooding clouds.

I slowly make my way towards him. Dreading the questions to come, the accusations to fly. The disappointment to flow. I harden myself for the onslaught.

"Harry?" I call his name experimentally. He flinches.

"It was just too good to be true wasn't it?" he says still looking at the patch in the grass.

And no matter how much I harden myself, and my heart, I can't protect myself from the stab that comes from the disappointment in his voice. What was I thinking? After all I have done? After all the sins I committed, no matter for what reasons, I have been foolish enough to think it was that easy to get past it all? Just leave it all behind like a cursed treasure locked in a chest and buried on an unknown island.

I should have walked away last night. I should not have led him on. My selfishness…

"I mean, this is supposed to be the sodding long-weekend, absolutely everyone is at leisure enjoying it at their homes, with their families. And I am always so lonely with absolutely nothing to do every single year. And I can't wait it to end and get back to work every year. I take even break-in calls for this weekend… And for the first time that I am looking forward to it, the first time I plan to spend it with someone I feel like I actually belong with. The first time I want to sleep in and make lazy love with my lover for the rest of it, this shit storm happens!"

Oh!

Stupid stupid Draco! Lucky lucky Draco! You just have to go all death and morbidity on your own arse don't you? I am brought out of my elatedly dancing thoughts when he kicks at the grass in frustration.

I close the distance between us and it's as if we are two magnets. He turns around in perfect synchrony and his arms are wrapping downwards around my hips as he buries his face in my hair and ear. I wrap myself around him too, arms tight around his waist chest pressed against his.

"Come home with me… I am not ready to be parted from you."

He whispers into me, awakening desire that was not even fully asleep yet. And at this point I feel that it might never sleep fully as long as I am around him.

"Okay…" I say simply.

12 Grimmauld place is nothing like I remember it from my childhood. I remembered it from my childhood particularly because it was one of the ugliest and creepiest houses I had ever been to and I had been to a few in my time. Point in case 'Spinner's end'. But this was worse back in the days. Old, and morbid, with vile dark poisonous colors and mounted head of house-elves for decoration.

This Grimmauld place is a carefully restored or in fact reinvented town house. There are windows that I never remember seeing, and clean and cozy colors used everywhere. The creaking black wood floors are gone, replaced with a soft dyed maple-wood floor, polished and fitted to perfection. The old scary Portraits from the entry hall are gone, replaced with clean wall papered walls, upholstered five feet high from the floor in a soft camel colored velvet, which is just a strange thing.

Who upholsters their entry halls walls five-feet high?

"It's because of the kids…" he says noticing my confusion.

"For the kids?"

"Yes, I have four, soon to be five God children Draco. They spend time here and when they come in from the front door, they are too excited and too hyper to be careful not to hit their heads on the walls while racing down the entry hall and pushing each other to be the first to reach the kitchen. Winky's cookies are evil that way. So I had this done when Hugo got his head bumped on the wall when he was just two."

I am not sure what the expression on my face is because he chuckles and looks down shyly.

I never thought I would find such a thing as this sexy. Women find such things sexy in men because of some maternal instinct or such bollocks.

But I have no idea why I find it so sexy. He and I have no chance of sharing kids. I don't generally care about children, well, I didn't until recently. Now I am not very sure. But still.

"I know, it's paranoid… Maybe I am a bit over-protective, but you know… those kids are everything to me… They have kept me sane and moving for past seven years. I was in a strange depressing place after the war and I am not sure I would have made it out of that pit if it wasn't for Teddy. He had no one but me and Andy, but the truth is, I had no one but him…"

I grab hold of him and push him into a raw passionate kiss. He responds immediately, hands finding a way under my jumper. Tongue leaping into my mouth fiercely. Tasting, claiming, sucking as he presses me against the same upholstered wall. It's intense and arousing and all-too consuming that is before his stomach makes a loud sound. The kiss breaks. And I can't help but laugh at his embarrassed blush.

"Winky heard tummy growl all the way in the kitchen Master, Winky insists master eat food instead of Master Malfoy's face."

The laughter escapes me at that as Harry's face goes tomato red. He shoots me a murderous look which is totally ruined because of his most adorable blush and moist and swollen red lips. He grumbles something under his breath.

"Yes, Winky, Thank you, we'll be there in a minute."

She bows deeply before scuffling quickly in the other direction.

"As much as I dislike it, I think Winky is right, if we don't find sustenance, we might not be able to… Continue with the face-eating." I say trying to keep my face straight and failing at it.

"Sod Off Malfoy!" he hisses at me before he grabs my wrist and pulls me in the direction where the house-elf went. I nuzzle the hair at the nape of his neck teasingly as he determinedly walks towards destination: kitchen.

"That is not helping…" he shivers and sighs as he pauses in the doorway.

"Helping what?" I ask innocently twining my arms around his waist from behind and pressing my front against his absolutely gorgeous back.

He untangles one of my hands from the waist band of his black trouser pants, and guides it down to the bulge in front of his pants. It's hard and warm and sets me on fire. As he slowly makes me trace it. And then he moves again and there is a door giving way behind me but he catches hold of me before I stumble and shoves me inside.

It's a powder room apparently that is all I can tell because of the small size of it. He locks the door behind him and we are on each other again without a moment's delay. I might have the commanding voice to perfection, but Harry has commanding shoves down to a tee as he shoves me back and then pushes me down onto what feels like broad stool. He drops to his knees in front of me hands scrabbling for the buckle of my belt. His fingers deft and forceful.

I am too aroused, to care really, but I ask nonetheless.

"Wasn't I supposed to be helping?"

"You are…" he says quickly before shoving open my fly and springing out my penis from the buttoned front boxer briefs I had worn not thirty minutes ago. What a genius I am. His grip is tight and almost savage around me, his eyes fixed on my face as he strokes it up and down. Skin rubbing and gliding against skin. All hair on my body stands to attention as all nerve-endings sizzle as I clench my eyes closed. And then the tip of my penis is surrounded by a moist and warm heat on one side and rubbing against a chain of smooth hard pearly teeth on the other side. I bite my lip in order to keep my screams in opening my eyes and watching, but it's too hard and the vision he makes, his left cheek bulging obscenely as the head of my prick rubs against the soft and taut inside of his cheek.

"Uff! Harry!" I want to say more. I do, but it will take proper brain function which is impossible right now.

I untangle my legs which had somehow tangled themselves around his chest just underneath his arms and pull him up on his knees from his crouch as my length dislodges from his mouth with a pop. I push him to stand as I get down on my knees. There is hardly enough space so I am in danger of hitting my head against the vanity every time I get a little enthusiastic with my sucking, which is something I really am getting enthusiastic about for some strange reason which may range from me liking how I can make him so vulnerable and helpless with just my mouth, to, me liking the taste of his skin and how it's the closest I get to devouring him.

Considerate soul that he is, the second time my head is about to hit the edge of the marble vanity, he cushions the edge with his hand. Even in the haze of pleasure, he pays attention. When he generally does not. If it's possible it turns me on even more.

But I am unable to return the favor every time he reflexively throws his head back pursing his lips to not make too much sound and his head hits the door his back is pressed against.

It's too slow and fast at the same time, as I work my hand on myself and my mouth on him simultaneously.

It's not long before he is pulling me up into a messy and wet kiss, his hand gripping me again as he fondles me and I him, He is hisses in protest when I disengage my mouth from his to breath properly despite it being impossible in the state he is working me into. Relentless and demanding strokes.

"Draco! He gasps, and I can tell, as little as our experience with each other has been that he is close. I push myself to stroke him faster.

"Harry…" I gasp back, dodging his lips that are seeking mine desperately. Only because I want to look at him face as he comes undone.

"Draco!" he almost whines, trying again. It is cruel of me to deny him my lips when they belong to him.

"Harry?" we both hear and he is coming undone in my hand as I am in his. Wave after wave of pleasure hits me as he slows yet firms his hand around me, prolonging my orgasm.

"Harry!" I gasp again, it's impossible to say anything else at this point.

"Harry?" I hear again, as I finally catch my breath, letting go of Harry's softening member, hand wet painted with his essence. As he does mine.

We both pause.

It's a woman's voice. Muffled and distant, but, its unmistakable.

"Harry? Are you in there?" it's closer now, perhaps just outside the door. Harry's eyes are wide.

"Yea… Ginny, I'm in here, just give me a minute." He says eyes fixed on me.

"Ron told me you had a long night, so I brought you Irish Breakfast, straight from Finni's kitchen. Bacon and eggs and beans, your favorite, its all here. I'll get it to the kitchen okay?"

"Yea… sure, I'll be just a minute, freshening up."

We both hear her walking into the kitchen.

It is as if the whole universe is against us for pacing this whole thing between us. Forcing decisions out of us, regarding things that one should take time in sorting and making decisions about.

Like,

How and when should Harry's friends find out about our… thing.

Is it a thing at all?

What are going to be the reactions and consequences of people around him. Because there is no one around me. I am as alone as they come, with no people having any say in my decisions. If I want I can dance naked on the streets and no one will be effected by it.

Harry on the other hand has a full life. Friends, family, colleagues. I have no idea if anything regarding sexual discrimination changed in recent times. I don't know if there will be consequences for him if he comes out. Does he want to come out? What exactly should he come out as?

But at this very moment, the question is, what he will ask me to do right now.

"Err… Why don't you freshen up and come out in a few minutes eh? I will get settled with the breakfast in the breakfast nook. I am sure we can share between what Winky made and what Ginny brought." He washes his hands and then splashes his face twice before grabbing a fluffy beige towel and wiping himself clean. Running his wet fingers vigorously through his hair, he turns to me again.

"I almost forgot. Do be careful with carrot-head Weasley jokes, Ginny is still the most hostile of the Weasleys and heavily pregnant, so it's not a good combination and if she says something harsh…"

"I will put forward the other cheek, as magnanimous as I am."

"Ye be warned!" he says quickly, smiling, as I take his place in front of the vanity but before he steps out, he gives me a sweet kiss on the cheek.

That kiss on the cheek holds more meaning for me than whatever happened between us in this powder room. The warmth in my chest grows comfortably as butterflies fly around in my gut.

I take my time. Washing my hands and face combing my hair and tucking my shirt inside my jeans and straightening out my leaf green jumper, smoothing out all kinks. I then quietly apparate to the first platform of the stairs and stump down. Announcing my coming down the stairs. And then walking towards the kitchen.

I am about to see Ginevra Weasley, probably address her too. She was a powerful witch in her own right at Hogwarts. Someone you never messed with, and she was famous for her bat-bogey-hexes and a desperate crush on Harry Potter from even before school.

She was also the one I saw Harry pinning over and later kissing in our miserable Sixth year.

I did not know what the story was there anymore. But it was well known around the wizarding world that Harry was bound to marry the Weasley girl. But it had never happened. And I don't know why. Was it on Harry's part where things lacked? Or was it her? Now she was married to Seamus Finnegan with a baby on the way.

I entered into the kitchen and a flash of red in the far corner by the window told me of the breakfast nook. I make my way towards it. Feeling a little out of my depth deep inside when faced with Harry Potter's old flame, especially when I am not even sure that I am a flame too yet or just a pesky little spark. Not that I would show any of it. The way my heart assures me that I am more than a flame, doesn't help me the way it should. That kiss between them is branded on my mind forever and the pain associated with it is still just as jagged now as it was eight years ago.

"Oh! Here he is. Here Draco, join us for an Irish/English mix breakfast." Harry says with a warm and easy smile on his face.

"As long as there is plenty of breakfast tea…" I say smiling back very conscious of the bright blue stare at my face.

"Draco." She says curtly as I pull a tall stool next to Harry.

"Ginevra." I say much more politely. She is glowing this morning and seems huge in her long Maxi dress.

"It is unfortunate about the attack on the manor last night. It is good that you are staying here. It is the safest house in all of Britain." She says a little too sharply for my liking.

"Thank you. Harry insisted I come here. I did not want to inconvenience him, but you Gryffindors are as stubborn as ever."

"We are! And it comes out especially when a Slytherin is involved." She says sipping her tea.

"Now now! I would appreciate it if you would follow my house rules Ginny. Draco doesn't know them, but you do." Harry intervened. Putting a spoon full of steaming beans in my plate.

"Yes Harry! No house rivalries… Don't I get a pass for being pregnant?" He rolls his eyes at her with the familiarity of old friends.

I Ignore them both from there, not impolitely and not totally of course. I am too aware of the heat of Harry's hand on my thigh rubbing comforting assuring circles for a few seconds before it leaves me cold and wanting more. The first spoon full of beans has me moaning in delight as I can actually taste it. Its sweet and tangy and salty and just rightly spiced, smooth and silky beans. For some reason I am able to taste things again. I wonder if it is because of Harry's proximity. Whatever it is, I want to cash in this chance.

I ask for some steaming Porridge which seems to have pecans and strawberries in it. Its sweet and perfect and I realize this was the taste I missed most. I almost want to demand chocolate at this point, but I control myself, with all the Malfoy control coming into play.

"I have to say, this is the most delicious breakfast I have had in a while. Please say my regards to your husband would you?"

"You are welcome." She smiles in a strange way.

I eat way too much than in appropriate, but then, so does Harry. While Ginny chats around things I don't know much about and Harry responds in the right places at the right time, though he is not paying much attention I can tell. Not if the constant wandering hand on my knee under the table is anything to go by.

It is not until the polishing cup of tea as my mother called it, that it all just gets…

"So, I can't seem to figure it out. And they said I would be able to. But I should've known better before making that bet. Who topped?"

I freeze mid sip and Harry snorts his out in surprise and alarm.

She does not even wait for our denial.

"I mean, I know all about Harry's dominant streak in bed, he is a tad controlling, but that is exactly what I imagine Malfoy to be in bed, not because of his natural tendencies but because of the pure-blood Slytherin training. And it seems reinforced now and Harry also can be a total push-over at times…"

"GINNY! I don't know what I should be more offended by. The fact that you would bet on my sex-life and discuss it on the breakfast table or the fact that you believe the dominant streak to naturally translate into topping in bed! You of all people!"

I look at him, too shocked to intervene in the bizarre conversation taking place as I wonder for as many times if I am actually dreaming.

"So?"

"So? So please leave before I get really mad Ginny. I need to catch up on my sleep any way. Come! I will apparate you." He stands up in a swift fluid movement and Ginny follows grumbling like a petulant child, pouting and throwing dirty looks.

I don't know how long I sit there in stunned silence staring into my tea cup and tracing the outlines of a dragon in the leaves in the bottom.

"I've closed the floo. So no more disturbances while we catch up on the sleep. Also, we are both invited for lunch tomorrow at Helga's bode it would seem." He hands me a carefully penciled note biting his lip.

"Come Draco. To bed now. After the exhaustion from last night we need rest."

I go on auto-pilot the minute I hear those two cursed words again. My head filling with a vision from a dream, which is a mere shadow in contrast to the reality I lived in last night. I stand up and follow him obediently as we make our way out of the kitchen and up the stair case. Hand in hand.

It is a strange sensation, waking up, but one I can get used to. A firm arm around my waist, a chest pressed against my back, strong sturdy legs tangled with mine and steady warm breaths warming the joint between my shoulder and neck.

Yes I can get used to getting up like this. How could you not get used to the most beautiful feeling in the world.

I stretch as much as I can without dislodging myself away from him.

"Nooo… Stay…" he whines in his sleep tightening his grip around me.

"I need to go to the loo…" I say feeling the nature's call a little too urgent all of a sudden.

He finally lets me go with a huff. Turning away from me petulantly. I quickly make my way to the loo which is situated in an impressive en-suite bathroom complete with a sunk-in hot-tub enough for four people to splash about in. I like it, its more intimate and personal than the one in my own which is big enough for ten people at a time.

After cleaning and freshening up a bit, I make my way back to the bedroom, to put my still huffing lover to sorts. It's truly adorable that he is pouting in his pretend-sleep.

Its reversed position now. With me holding him around the waist. His broad muscled golden back pasted to my chest, my nose buried in his black silky and messy hair.

"Are you pouting?" I ask teasingly licking at the skin of his golden shoulder.

He shudders giving himself away.

And then he is turning in my arms to stare at me through those impossibly large green eyes shining in the little light from the afternoon that is filtering inside from the curtains.

"We have a lot to talk about." He says after a few seconds of silent staring.

I nod in assent lying down next to him as he turns to face me and pulls the dark chocolate brown duvet on the both of us.

"And under this Duvet, there will be no lies, no judgments, no assumptions, no fights… only truth."

I smile at the improbability of it. But, there is no other way.

"Where do I even start?"

"From the start… When you went missing…"

"But that is the middle of the story…"

"Then if you know the middle, you know the start of it too."

"I do." I realize, I really do know the start of this story. And the fact that I never stood a chance.

"Hmm… It was not until recently that I came to know the whole story regarding how you defeated Voldemort. They were very vague about the details, but they mentioned Deathly Hallows in there. Is that true?"

"Yes… I did come in possession of all three of them and they did help in the end, The elder wand and the cloak did."

"So you are the last master of the elder wand… correct?" I ask him and he pales a little.

"Not anymore. I destroyed it." He says sharply.

I smile at his defense. Its good, it should be this way.

"No Harry, you didn't. Because only their creator can destroy them. And the creators died a long time ago, so the hallows are indestructible"

"Isn't death itself the creator of the Hallows?"

"Of course not. That is just children's story…No, the three Peverell brothers are the creators of the Hallows respectively. And the history of the Hallows is in places much less and much more morbid than is told."

"As it was Antioch created a fail-safe for his elder wand when the threat grew too big, that did eventually claim his life. He modified the elder wand to serve to its full capacity only in hand and under mastery of Blood kin. Which is why Dumbledore won the wand and duel from Grindlewald all those decades ago. The wand came to Dumbledore by its own will as it recognized Dumbledore a direct descendant of not Ignotus Peverell as is often mistook, but of Cadmus Peverell. The side of the mother of Dumbledore's ancestor is also very considerable, though that is a story for another time."

"Cadmus created the resurrection stone, to bring back his dead wife to life after he was cursed for letting his wife die in the first place by the woman's father who was a very dark wizard. His is the blood line that we Malfoys descend from. Cursed with only a single male descendant every generation to be bore only by blood-kin and every seventh generation cursed with a soul-binding dark-magic."

He blinks at me once, then twice, opens his mouth to say something and then closes it. His eyes a huge green, incredulous, question mark '?'.

"Yes, hence the inbreeding and Plan Draco, of cowardly retreat from battle. If one Malfoy dies before reproducing, it's done, it's finished, and don't you deny about Plan Draco, You are worse than a baby in occlumency." I kiss his knuckles teasingly while he sputters apologies and outrage at the same time.

"But what really concerns this particular story is, not the cowardly retreat or inbreeding. It's the soul-binding dark magic. Which is actually a really vague name for Necromancy."

"Necromancy?" he asks, eyes wide. Like being on the verge of a revelation.

"Yes..." I reply.

"For real?"

"Right!"

"Are you sure about that Draco? Necromancy? As in, white chalk and bone rattling voodoo?" he is sitting up now, and I realize that he is making fun of me. Of course. Any one who has ever mentioned necromancy is passing is deemed insane. But he of all people should know better shouldn't he? And even if he doesn't, he should nor disregard me in this derisive cruel way. Laughing at me as he is. It is hurtful and I wonder if I should have just kept up with the lies. After all I have sacrificed, this derisive laughter is worse than persecution. Persecution I would take any day over this. But disregard? of something that ruined me and my life and my family and left me all alone in this world with nothing to grab hold of even.

So much for no judgment, assumptions. This duvet is a lie. And lies are better. I want to tear this duvet into shreds. I can't take the silky touch of allusions.

I get off the bed and move towards the window to look out at the afternoon. I can't face him while he shakes his head out of hilarity that is the truth of my life. My curse is funny. And to think I could have walked away from it instead of embracing it to save the person who laughs at me now. Well, that is the biggest, ironic joke of them all isn't it.

'Keep your silence Draco. He will not be able to handle the truth. No matter what he thinks he is capable of. He is like the rest of them at some level or another and you did not do it for appreciation or acceptance, you did it to save his life, and he is here. Sharing his bed with you and offering you something that you never thought you would have. It is all as incomplete as the whole of your soul is without the piece of it lodged inside him, without acceptance. But that is a sacrifice you will have to make, because nothing comes without a prize.'

"Draco?" he calls me back. Just as I come to the realization about how badly I want to tell him the truth about every single thing, and how it is not a possibility.

"Do you mind if I open the curtains? It's a beautiful afternoon…" I ask him fingering the tassel of the curtain that I will have to pull at to unleash the beautiful afternoon light.

"What?" he asks still a bit breathless from all the laughing he has done. I am glad that the tragedy of my life is so entertaining. I haven't heard him laugh so much since my return. I only hope that it did not come at such a high price. This laughter.

"The curtains…it's such a beautiful afternoon..." I repeat.

"Err… Sure" he says a little hesitance in his voice now. I carefully pull the dark brown silk tassel as the curtains gather gracefully unleashing the warm light of the afternoon sun, but a small bubble of relentless cold has fixed its place in the deepest corner of my heart. And no sunlight or beaming smile would warm it.

"So you were telling me?" he asks again. I turn back now more composed and sure of myself and give him my best smile. Before I turn back towards the window streaming the sunlight again.

"Nothing of import really, I was exploring the family curse in the last two years once I gained back my memory. Where I met Erik Stoltorm and also had a short limited meeting with Egil Stoltorm, Erik's twin brother, who now goes by the name of Lord Minatio. Whose minions we encountered last night. He tried to recruit me during that first meeting, but I have had it up to my nose with dark lords and world domination. So I ran. Very far. But I have not lead him here. I am powerful in his books and would be a handy tool as he has this notion that I can for some reason free a supernatural Dragon from the world tree roots lord of the underworld, because I helped his brother gain allegiance of the Turul, the king of falcons and the skies. It is all just plain bollocks. Erik gained the allegiance of Turul by conquest and I only accidentally lead him to it. But Egil is insane and jealous, he wants me to free the Dragon, and he wants to defeat you in a duel to gain allegiance of the Elder wand, which he thinks is the only way to control the Dragon. The Dragon which is actually a myth, rather symbolic and does not exist in reality, just like the world-tree does not exist in reality and is a symbol"

The world Tree does exist in reality, and I found it, and I did help Erik win the allegiance of the Turul and the Dragon Niddhoggr does exist, and as master of the underworld I am its keeper and jailor. I am the only one who can free it and Harry is the only one who can control it. Because Harry is the master of the Elder wand, not by the right of a win though. As I am more blood kin to the wand than Harry ever was being a Half-blood and descendant only to Ignotus. I on the other hand am pure-blooded and had not actually lost my wand to Harry but had willingly given. No, Harry is the master of the Elder wand because of the piece of my soul that resides in him which willingly accepts his supremacy and hence he fulfills the criteria of blood kin and supremacy both.

But these are truths for me to know and keep. Egil has made the first move. And now, it is only I alone who stands fighting the war no one knows is lurking on their door-step. And it will remain that way, outside the door, never finding a way in, if Draco Malfoy has any say in it.

"So… that means?"

"That means, we wait and watch. He wants to lure you into a fight, but we will not give him what he wants. We avoid the fight, and if it becomes utmost important, then you let me fight on your behalf. There is no doubt he is a powerful wizard Harry, even more so than Voldemort. But he is not driven by pure evil the way Voldemort was, he just lusts for power and to prove himself better than his twin brother. We provide ultimate protection for those who can be used as bait against you. And we think a few steps ahead. This obviously will only resolve in its own time, so we keep our chicks counted. While we look for clues to finish the threat before it comes to head way on its own terms."

He nods his head slowly as if processing everything I just said. I make my way towards the foot stool by foot of the King-size bed. I had left my clothes folded upon it earlier before going to sleep in Harry's arms.

"Are you going somewhere?" he asks, voice a little worried.

"Yes, I forgot to speak with Solicitor Montague about last night's incident. So I will go by his office to speak with him now before it is too late. So that he can take care of all correspondence from the ministry regarding it." I say pulling my jumper only to see him leaping off bed.

"Then I'll come with you." He says about to yank open his dresser.

"There is no need Harry… I will be back very soon and also I think we both need a few hours to clear our heads and just let all the changes that happened since last night, sink in... And I don't know about you, but at this point, even the sight of you is too tempting for me to have rational thoughts. It has been tough few weeks for me. My life has flipped upside down, and the biggest event of my life just took place last night. So… let us just take a few hours. I promise I will be back in time for Dinner... yes?"

I pray to all deities that he will just let me go and not follow. Just let me have these few hours to regroup myself before I fall apart. He worries his lip, as his green eyes shine in the afternoon light search my face. I don't know what he is looking for so I just curl my arms around his narrow and hard waist and kiss him with all the passion I can muster. I put my promise of return in there, alongside the true depth of my feelings I may never be able to show. He kisses me back with equal fervor and it's just as much a prayer as a kiss. And I feel the tether tightening into a choke hold.

This love is sure to kill me.
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