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The truth always surfaces	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 11489 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter nor make any profit of it. J.K. Rowling owns everything.

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Author's note: Here's the second chapter :) Like with my other two stories, this one will be updated every week on Friday

Thanks to the following reviewers: Hannah (I hope you received my email); HeartStar (here's more :) ); thrnbrooke (depends on which ending you're going to read); Dealt with enough (I sent you an email)

I hope you'll like the next chapter!

Chapter 2

The following weeks were hard for Draco. Now that he was aware of Harry's relationship, Harry saw no need to keep the two boys separated from each other and often organized trips for the three of them. Regularly, Draco found Marc sitting in Harry's living room and he had to keep himself from hexing the Ravenclaw. He had tried to find bad qualities in the boy, but annoyingly enough, he couldn't find any. He seemed like the perfect boyfriend and that was something Draco couldn't believe. Everyone had flaws; it was only a matter of time until he discovered Marc's flaws. And then he would … What would he do? That was something he hadn't figured out yet.

The week before their graduation, Draco and Harry were the only ones found in Harry's living room. It was a rare occurrence for Draco to have Harry all to himself and he enjoyed every minute of it.

"How did your exams go?" Draco asked curiously.

Harry grimaced. "I think I did fine. Potions was tricky; I'm not sure if I did well in the theory and History was a complete disaster like usual." He answered lightly.

Draco chuckled amused.

"And you? Every exam perfect like usual?" Harry teased, his green eyes sparkling.

Draco shrugged. "I suppose everything went well. Severus hasn't hexed me yet, so I assume I did well for Potions."

Harry grinned. "Merlin forbid you fail for Potions. Marc did well too, but he isn't sure of Defense against the Dark Arts."

"Where is he?" Draco asked politely. Not that he particularly cared where the Ravenclaw was – the further away, the better.

"He's having a party with some of his friends." The dark haired boy shrugged.

"How come you're not joining him?" Draco asked and sipped of his cold pumpkin juice.

"You know I hate parties, Dray." Harry complained and tucked his feet underneath his body.

Draco rolled his eyes, but smiled. Wanting to get away of the subject Marc, he asked, "Do you have plans for the summer?"

The other boy shook his head. "No, not yet. Marc goes on vacation with his family to Greece the first three weeks and I haven't heard Sirius planning anything. Not that that says something; it's possible that he announces next week we're going on a trip to the Bahamas or something like that." He rolled his eyes. "I think I'm going to use this vacation to think of what I'm going to do next with my life."

"You're not planning to study for Auror?" Draco asked surprised. They hadn't talked about their career choices, but he had assumed Harry would choose to be an Auror.

Harry sighed and ranked his hand through his hair. "No, to be honest I'm tired of fighting dark wizards. One lunatic trying to take over the world is enough for me in a lifetime."

"Hm, can't argue with that." Draco chuckled.

"Do you have plans for the summer?" Harry asked curiously.

Draco shrugged. "I don't know yet. Mother was thinking about going to the Cote d'Azur for a few weeks to enjoy the sun and relax. If you want, you can come with us. I'm sure mother will be delighted to see you again and I'm sure I'll manage to convince her to let her cousin and Lupin join in too."

"I don't want to intrude, Draco." Harry protested.

"Nonsense, you won't intrude. In fact mother has already talked to me on how I have to convince you to come with us on a vacation." Draco smiled. It was true, his mother was very fond of Harry. She saw him like her second son and always doted on him the few times Harry had visited the manor.

"Well, a vacation at the Cote d'Azur sounds rather nice. I've never been there before." Harry muttered, sounding as if he was hesitating.

"Then why thinking about it? Just go with us, you deserved it." Draco winked.

Harry sighed and then smiled amused. "Fine, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to have a vacation in the Cote d'Azur."

Draco snorted. "You suppose?"

"Shut up." Harry laughed and threw one of the pillows lying on the couch at him. Draco ducked to avoid it, before throwing the pillow back at Harry.

One week later, all the seventh years were dressed in their formal robes, standing in rows in the Great Hall before their family, waiting for their names to be called so that they could receive their diploma and go join their family and friends.

Harry was standing next to Draco. Marc was standing two rows behind him and every so often he felt Marc's gaze resting on him before it disappeared again.

His green eyes sought out the two men he now called his family and saw Sirius and Remus sitting in the second row in the front, winking at him when they noticed him looking. Harry smiled weakly back. He wasn't feeling that good. Since two weeks, he often woke up feeling nauseous and there were many times where he had to bolt out of his bed and run to the toilet before he puked on his bed. After he was done worshipping the toilet, he could eat without having the urge to go to the toilet again, but sometimes – like now – he was nauseous throughout the day. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He hadn't gone to Poppy because he hated the hospital and he was sure it was nothing serious. He hadn't told Sirius and Remus either because he was sure they would force him to see Poppy.

He figured it was because he was nervous about the fact that he was graduating today. For seven years he had walked through this castle, followed lessons (some more interesting and fun than others), had played Quidditch, made friends, lost friends, fought against Voldemort and had found love. He would miss Hogwarts despite the fact that he had quite a few near dead moments while he studied here. Still, it was the first place he had called home.

Since he was now almost eighteen and Voldemort was defeated, he didn't need to return back to the Dursleys which was fine with him.

He was surprised when he had managed to get good grades for all his subjects. He even had received an E for Potions. It had taken him some time to take that bit of information in his mind before he went and searched Marc to snog him senseless.

It was Draco's turn to walk to professor McGonagall and receive his diploma. He smiled at her and then turned around with his diploma in his hand and joined his mother who was sitting next to her cousin.

"I'm so proud of you, my Dragon." She smiled at him and squeezed his hand.

He smiled back. "Thank you, mother." He returned his attention to the front and watched Harry. He frowned when he noticed how pale Harry looked and wondered if the boy was sick. Or was he just nervous?

Harry clamped an arm around his middle, willing his stomach to settle down before he puked over the person in front of him. He bit his lip and concentrated on breathing deep in and out and was relieved when the nauseous feeling died down a bit.

His head shot up when McGonagall called, "Mister Harry Potter, please come and pick up your diploma."

He took a deep breath and walked over to McGonagall.

She smiled at him. "Congratulations, Potter. I'm sure you will do fine in the rest of your life."

"Thank you, professor McGonagall." He whispered smiling and received his diploma with clammy hands.

He hurried to his godfather and fell down in the chair between Sirius with Remus on his other side.

"I'm so proud of you, Prongslet." Sirius grinned and hugged him tightly.

Like always, Remus said, "Let him go, Sirius, before you suffocate him."

Sirius chuckled and released an out of breath Harry. He had enough time to take a big gulp of air and get his hair ruffled before he was enveloped in a hug from Remus.

"Your parents would have been so proud of you." Remus whispered in his ear and Harry blinked away some tears.

"Thanks." He muttered back and Remus smiled at him before releasing him. He spotted Marc sitting next to his parents and Marc winked at him when he caught Harry looking at him. Harry blushed and reverted his eyes back to the front to see Blaise Zabini graduating.

Finally they were able to just mingle around. Many of them were saying goodbye to friends, promising each other to stay in touch. Others were already discussing what they would be doing next.

Draco came to stand next to Harry. "Finally we are graduated from Hogwarts." He grinned excitedly.

"Aren't you going to miss the school?" Harry asked smiling.

"Maybe a bit, but not much. Especially not Binns." Both boys snickered when they thought about the ghost who was teaching History of Magic. Even dead he managed to suck the life out of history.

"Sirius, I was wondering if you would mind to join me, my son and Harry on a vacation to the Cote d'Azur. Mister Lupin is welcome too of course." Narcissa spoke calmly.

Harry and Draco turned their attention on their guardians.

Sirius rubbed his neck. "I don't know, Cissy. Are you sure you won't mind?"

Narcissa shook her head, her long blond hair swishing with the movement before falling down again on her back. "Of course not. If I had minded, would I have extended the invitation?" She raised a pale eyebrow.

"Well, in that case: I'm not saying no to that kind of vacation." Sirius grinned.

"Thank you for the offer, Mrs. Malfoy." Remus smiled kindly.

Narcissa waved her hand. "Oh please, I'm not longer married to Lucius, so you can call me Narcissa."

"Back to being a Black, sweet cousin?" Sirius asked amused.

"As it stands now, I benefit the most from being a Black than being a Malfoy." Narcissa smiled thinly.

"Does this mean that your last name is Black too now?" Harry whispered confused to Draco.

Draco shook his head. "No, my last name is still Malfoy. Mother tried to change my last name, but the Ministry wouldn't hear of it, saying that many estates and vaults in Gringotts would be lost if I changed my name to Black."

At Harry's confused look, he explained, "The Ministry took away my father's privileges and his titles. All the vaults, estates and possessions on the name of Malfoy now all belong to me because I'm the last Malfoy. If my name was changed to Black, we would lose them all."

"Ah." Harry nodded in understanding.

"Hey! This means you're going on vacation with me." Draco suddenly grinned.

"I can't wait." Harry smiled back, already excited at the prospect of spending time in the Cote d'Azur.

"When are we leaving on vacation, Narcissa?" Remus asked curiously.

"In a week, so you have enough time to pack." Narcissa answered smiling.

Draco turned back to Harry to say something, but froze when he noticed Marc standing behind Harry. He narrowed his eyes and glared at the boy.

Harry turned around to see who Draco was looking at and smiled when he saw his boyfriend standing behind him.

"Marc." Harry greeted him and gave him a quick kiss on his mouth.

Marc hugged him to his chest. "What do you say of taking a walk so that we can talk?" He suggested.

Harry immediately froze. Those words generally meant nothing good when you're dating someone. Would Marc dump him now?

He turned around and saw Sirius and Remus shooting him a curious look . Narcissa was staring at Marc with a frown on her face.

Harry smiled weakly. "Euhm, Marc and I are going for a walk."

"All right, but don't be long, kiddo. I want to treat you." Sirius smiled.

"Okay. See you later, Draco." Harry smiled at the blond boy and followed Marc through the masses leaving Draco angry behind.

Draco clenched his fists and his grey eyes were practically shooting fire.

"Dragon, is something wrong?" His mother asked concerned.

Draco took a deep shaky breath. "No, nothing is wrong, mother." He smiled thinly.

"Draco, can I talk to you for a moment?" The soft and smooth voice of his godfather, Severus Snape, spoke behind him.

Draco turned around and nodded.

Harry followed Marc through the hallway, up to the first floor. They were walking slowly and although Marc was holding his hand, Harry still had a nagging feeling in his stomach.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" Harry asked, wiping a clammy hand on his pants.

"About the holidays." Marc answered simply.

Harry looked at him suspiciously. The holidays? What about them?

"What do you mean?" Harry asked confused.

"You know I'm going to Greece with my parents the first three weeks, right?" Marc asked.

Harry nodded slowly. "Yeah, I know, you told me that a few weeks ago."

"Well, you see, …" Marc started.

Harry ripped his hand away and stared at Marc. "You're not trying to dump me because you want freedom during your vacation, are you?" He narrowed his eyes.

Marc stared at him incredulous. "What? No, of course not! I don't want to dump you! Merlin, where did you get that from?" He shook his head.

"You said you wanted to take a walk to talk; those words generally lead to a break up. What else was I supposed to think?" Harry huffed and crossed his arms, but was secretly relieved that Marc didn't want to dump him.

"You're supposed to trust me and know better." Marc chided, but his eyes sparkled amused.

"Then what did you want to talk about if you're not dumping me?" Harry asked again.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go with me to Greece. My parents would love it if you joined us; they can't wait to meet you and get to know you better." Marc grinned excitedly.

Harry opened his mouth to give his answer, but suddenly the nausea flared up again and he clamped his hand over his mouth, eyes widening and he pushed his boyfriend to the side, hurrying to the toilets. Thankfully he reached the bowl on time and began puking his breakfast in the bowl. Due to the fact that he hadn't eaten much that morning, his stomach was soon empty and he was dry heaving, while gripping the bowl tightly.

He felt Marc behind him and he pushed something cold against his clammy forehead. Harry relaxed when he felt the soothing cold and slowly sat up, wiping his mouth with the cloth Marc had conjured. Marc conjured up a glass with water and Harry drank from it gratefully.

"I'm sorry that you had to see this." Harry sighed miserably.

Marc looked at him concerned. "Did you eat something wrong? Or are you sick?"

"I think it was just the nerves for today." Harry smiled weakly. "Nothing to worry about; I'm not getting sick." At least I hope I'm not, he thought.

"If you say so, baby." Marc said, but his face didn't lose the worry. "Do you think you can stand up?"

Harry rolled his eyes and stood up. "Of course I can stand up."

"So, now that you're done puking." Marc smiled to which Harry snorted. "Are you joining me and my parents on our vacation?"

Harry took a deep breath. This would be hard to explain.

AN2: So what do you think of this chapter? Please let me know your thoughts in a review!

See you all next week!

Love and cuddles

Melissa
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