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Gregory Malfoy	By : Slayer-of-Destiny Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7485 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter two

Harry scrunched his nose as he gazed down at his hand in disgust. Yet another overly large, sweaty handed politician had gripped his hand tightly as they said hello to him leaving his hand feeling, for lack of a better word, gross.

He blinked when a white handkerchief appeared in his line of vision held by a black gloved hand. Following the ice blue robe sleeve up to a broad, shaped chest he met the deep blue eyes that had been haunting he waking and sleeping thoughts for the last two weeks. Gregory Malfoy was standing almost uncomfortably close to his back, turned slightly to see him, his eyes as intense as he remembered and just as focussed.

"T…thank you," Harry cursed his slight stammer as he took the handkerchief and rubbed his hands clean gratefully, focussing o that rather than the man.

"You are welcome, here," Gregory quickly transfigured two napkins into cotton gloves and held them out to Harry who pulled them on. "Now you know why we always wear gloves to these things," He said lowly as Harry tugged on the last one.

"I'm going to have to invest in some, this is ridiculous, why are they all so sweaty," Harry grumbled.

"Do not tell Lucius I said so but I believe it comes with being a politician," Gregory leant closer to Harry so his long hair swept forward fanning Gregory's spicy, warm scent towards Harry. He actually smiled slightly as Harry laughed at his comment as he straightened.

"I won't tell him I promise," Harry chuckled.

"You do not seem very happy considering it's a party," Gregory commented capturing two wine flutes from a waiter passing the corner Harry had tried to hide himself in and handed one to Harry.

"Oh, no its…fine," Harry mentally groaned at his weak assurance, Gregory's raised eyebrow told him the Malfoy had definitely caught onto it. "I don't want it to seem like I'm whining," Harry shrugged looking at the floor. He swore he felt his heart jolt when an incredibly soft leather covered finger gently urged his chin back up to meet blue eyes.

"You would not be whining, do you not wish to be here?" Gregory asked.

"Not really," Harry found himself admitting. "Parties aren't really my thing. Plus Ron and Hermione are busy with each other, rightfully so, and the other Weasley's, besides the twins, keep trying to get me to dance with Ginny, not to mention everyone seems to think I want to be flattered," Harry sighed. "Sorry, see whining,"

"Its not whining. I am not really one for these events myself, but Grandfather has insisted that we come out in force to try and repair the damage to the family name. Ginny is the Weasley's only daughter is she not?" Gregory asked with an unreadable expression.

"Yes, we dated for a little while," Harry said before his brain could think.

"Dated? You have not got back together?" Gregory looked curious now, with something else Harry could not put his finger on.

"No, her and her family want us to but…" Harry paused, he had only said this to the twins before now.

"But?" Gregory urged gently when Harry's pause lasted too long.

"But I have changed too much since then, she is too…immature. She wants the boy-who-lived who will be the whole white knight thing," Harry sighed.

"And you do not wish to have to be the one doing the protecting anymore?" Gregory said causing Harry to look up at him shocked, he understood exactly what Harry was trying not to say. Blushing embarrassed he nodded. "That is nothing to be ashamed of Harry, you have had to be strong for too long, you deserve to have someone who will look after and protect you," Gregory said softly.

"Unfortunately her and the Weasley's don't see it that way, they think I just need some time before we get married and have messy haired redheaded kids together," Harry winced at the idea.

"You do not wish for a family?" Gregory asked curiously.

"Oh no, I'd like a family…I'd love one," Harry said quickly.

"Just not one with Miss Weasley?" Gregory said.

"Yes, to be honest I think part of the reason I asked her out was kind of because it was expected of me. Marry Ginny, become an official part of the Weasley family, one of the lightest families," Harry sighed.

"From what I have heard from my brother and nephew and the papers I have read you have been pushed to be what people expect for too long," Gregory said honestly watching Harry's eyes widen before he lowered them and took a hasty sip of wine.

"Can I ask you something?" Harry asked quietly after a while, so quietly Gregory only just heard him over the music.

"Of course, I believe I have pried into your life enough for it to only be fair to return the favour," Gregory smirked.

"Can I ask where you have been the last few years? I'm presuming you weren't in Britain as you didn't get caught in it all," Harry asked slightly quickly.

"No I wasn't, Lucius made me promise to stay away after the return, as the next Malfoy in line it was too dangerous for me to come back. The rest of us stayed in a manor we have in Greece. Marcus and Leander have three children, and of course June is pregnant so it was essential to keep them safe," Gregory explained tightly.

"I wasn't accusing you of being a coward, I was just curious," Harry said quickly, reaching out to touch Gregory's arm unconsciously before blushing and pulling his hand back.

"I know you were not, but I feel like one," Gregory shrugged.

"Your family needed you were you where," Harry said firmly. "What are Marcus and Leander's children's names? I'm afraid I was in so much shock at seeing so many Malfoy's and having names thrown at me I can't remember, sorry," Harry admitted embarrassed.

"Orlandus is the oldest at 22, Tiberius is 15, and Phoenix is ten," Gregory smiled warmly at the talk of his cousins making Harry smile with him. "They were disappointed at not talking to you when you visited but I'm afraid we were a little wary of making you uncomfortable and trying to get our footing back after you showed up," Gregory chuckled. "I would have been incredibly impressed if you had remembered all of us,"

"I admit there are more of you than I expected," Harry smiled shyly.

"Uncle Samuel and his side of the family preferred to stay away from the events in Britain, Leander was pregnant with Orlandus during the first war, so they moved to one of Uncle Samuel's properties in Rome and stayed there most of the year. Grandfather did not agree with my father's choices but because of his health he had already passed over the Malfoy estate, my father while intelligent was a weak man and was easily taken in by the charm and promise of power offered to him. Grandfather got myself and Mikhail out and we moved in with him, but Narcissa was already pregnant and Lucius was threatened with her's and Draco's lives," Gregory explained softly.

"I'm sorry that your family had to go through so much," Harry pulled Gregory away from the memories that were filling his eyes with a light touch to his shoulder. Once again those sea blue eyes were locked onto Harry's with the intensity that hit him to his core.

"Thank you, a lot of people say we brought it upon ourselves. You truly are a unique being Harry," Gregory smiled in a way that made his eyes glitter and Harry curse rather imaginatively in his head.

"I'm not unique I'm just…oh Merlin's draws!" Harry groaned quickly stepping closer and in front of Gregory so that he was hiding him mostly from sight of the ballroom. Gregory blinked down at the chosen one who was suddenly much closer and appeared to be hiding.

"Is everything alright Harry? Only if we carry on standing like this people are going to think I am talking to the wall," Gregory raised an eyebrow when Harry looked up at him sheepishly.

"Sorry, one of my stalkerish fans. I think she's Lord Flint's daughter. She actually outright offered to have my child and proposed to me!" Harry winced. "Its not funny! She's bloody scary!" Harry huffed when Gregory let out a deep rumbling laugh, the sound bringing a blush to Harry's cheeks.

"I apologise, it is just the horror on your face is quite amusing," Gregory smirked.

"I'm glad I can provide amusement," Harry huffed sticking his tongue out at Gregory. The middle Malfoy brother blinked down at him completely shocked making Harry start chuckling himself.

"Uncle Gregory, you ok?" A curious voice proceeded someone leaning curiously around Gregory to see who he was talking to. Harry looked down to see the youngest Malfoy staring at him wide eyed.

"Hey, its Phoenix, right?" Harry smiled at the boy. He was a perfect mix of his parents, he had the Malfoy blonde hair, though more of a honey blonde, and the pale skin, but his warm chocolate eyes were Leander's. His hair had the same waviness that Leander's possessed and fell just short of his shoulders, a stray curl falling into his eye as he stared up at Harry.

"Phoenix," Gregory nudged the young boy.

"Oh, yes sorry Mr Potter, I'm Phoenix," The boy blushed holding out his hand formally.

"Its nice to meet you, just call me Harry," Harry smiled taking the hand.

"Why are you hiding in the corner?" Phoenix looked between Harry and Gregory curiously.

"Harry's hiding from some scary ladies," Gregory smirked down as Harry blushed again.

"Oh why what do they want?" Phoeix glanced around the ball room as though the women would stand out.

"At the minute to dance," Harry scrunched his nose up getting a giggle from Phoenix.

"Oh are you like dad, papa and Uncle Gregory?" Phoenix asked curiously. Gregory choked slightly bringing one gloved hand up to cover his face.

"Erm, like them?" Harry asked looking between the two Malfoy's.

"You'd rather dance with the men," Phoenix said innocently. Harry chuckled when he realised Gregory was embarrassed, Phoenix was looking between them confused.

"I erm…well…I don't mind, but the ladies here are scary," Harry shuddered.

"Oh, ok. I'm going to get a coke," Phoenix grinned before bouncing off. Harry glanced up at Gregory who was rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"From the mouths of babes," He shook his head with an exasperated sigh.

"He's cute," Harry chuckled despite how flustered he was.

"He's a menace. Is your stalker still here?" Gregory asked. Cautiously Harry peaked around Gregory before quickly dodging back.

"No, but I think Ginny is looking for me," Harry winced. "Urgh why did I let myself get dragged here?" Harry groaned.

"Why did you let yourself get dragged here if you don't enjoy these things?" Gregory asked.

"Apparently I've been cutting myself off and buried myself in the reparations, I spend most of my day at Hogwarts, nearly everyone I know practically shoves me into my dress robes and out to these things because they think it will make me have a good time," Harry sighed.

"Instead you end up hiding in the corner waiting till you can leave?" Gregory frowned.

"If its not politicians wanting me to support their ideas and careers, its men and women wanting to be the one to say they slept with the man-who-lived-twice, or it's the Weasley's trying to push me towards Ginny," Harry admitted quietly.

"You truly do not like your fame?" Gregory asked, no tone of disbelief or accusation in his voice. A simply statement.

"No, I just want to be myself, to be Harry for once. I did what I had to, and I lost people that I cared about along the way. I don't want to have to rehash it again and again and again, I don't want to be turned into the next Dumbledore, and I don't want to carry on where I am the wizarding worlds darling one minute and a dangerous lunatic the next," Harry frowned.

"People are petty. It is not quite the same, but I understand a little what you mean. Being a Malfoy means I am viewed a certain way, have expectations upon me to do certain things, there are always people creeping around wanting things off me, to use me to get ahead. I am the only one of my brothers that did not marry young, people wish to date me just to have a connection to the Malfoy name. I understand some how difficult it is Harry," Gregory spoke softly, his eyes never leaving Harry's face as he spoke. Harry felt that he was being given an insight into the man's life and mind. And it left him feeling not quite so isolated.

"Thank you. Its nice to know that someone understands," Harry said softly. Gregory's gloved finger once again raised Harry's chin as he looked away. This man was a complete and utter mystery to Harry, he had the Malfoy coolness and detachment from everyone else, the natural superiority and grace that it seemed after meeting the collection all Malfoy's possessed, even young Phoenix held it to some degree. But there was a warmth like a small flame lingering inside of Gregory that drew Harry in, feeling as though Gregory was allowing him to see it. It hid behind his amazing blue eyes that told so much that his Malfoy mask hid away.

"Harry there you are! Come on!" Harry winced as Molly grabbed his arm and started tugging him away. "The junior under minister wants to speak to you," Harry shot Gregory a hopeless and apologetic look over his shoulder before following after Molly with clear reluctance, once again leaving a pair of blue eyes locked on his figure until he was out of sight.

"Your playing with fire there brother," Mikhail's soft voice came from behind Gregory as he watched Harry disappearing into the crowd.

"I have no idea what your talking about," Gregory said blankly turning to his brother who snorted in amusement.

"Ah ha. I would advise against playing with him Gregory, he's the nations darling right now, not to mention that Grandfather is rather taken with him. Playing with his heart will do you no favours," Mikhail said lowly.

"Who said anything about playing?" Gregory raised an eyebrow at his brother before walking away leaving his brother staring stunned after him.
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