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Getting Harry Potter	By : DameOfSlytherin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 24717 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
- 1-Getting Harry Potter
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The shorter boy once again turned a becoming red and Draco took the chance of letting his mouth linger just a tad too long. James made sure to subtly angle Lily’s head to view Draco’s mouth on Harry and she frowned at the grip the young blond had on her little boy. Her face relaxed when Draco let him go but how close the blond was standing didn’t let her let go fully.

“So, Mr. Malfoy, how old are?” Harry gazed quizzically up at Draco and again, Draco’s breath almost caught in his throat. Those pure green eyes just stole his breath away and he couldn’t look away.
“I am 23 years old, Mr. Potter. Might I ask where your shoes are?” Draco had caught site of those bare feet and they were so small, delicate almost and Draco felt the insane urge to lick that damn arch. The young man had only just entered his life and he was already thinking insane things about him. The had started to walk around the room and Draco also found himself glaring at Nott, who had worked himself to have Harry in his line of sight at all times.
“Oh, uhm, I must have left them somewhere, silly me,” Harry had blushed again and looked down. Draco found this all the more endearing and reached out to pull Harry’s head up to look at him.
“Why do I find that hard to believe, hm?” Draco thought it was adorable that Harry would try to hide something when he was obviously so bad at it.
“Welllll, you’re right. I just really don’t like shoes and I can’t stand the restriction on my feet. They’re too sensitive and shoes just hurt, so I don’t wear them unless I have to,” Harry slowly turned his head from Draco the more they talked, and Draco found it hard to stop himself from bringing Harry’s head back around again. He determined that the only way to keep Harry’s gaze on him would be to keep Harry for himself, and he would happily keep Harry barefoot for as long as he could manage.
“That is absolutely endearing, Mr. Potter. I would be more than happy to allow you to walk as bare as you’d like, if this gathering proves favorable to the both of us,” Draco watched Harry mull that over and obviously the younger man did not catch the innuendo, as he did not blush further but still he smiled at Draco.
“I must say, I’m no longer sure how I wish this gathering to turn out. I do believe that my father wishes it to have never taken place and before now I quite agreed with him,” Harry and Draco had come to a stop near a table that bore simple refreshments. Tomorrow the real events and festivities would begin as the Weasley men had arrived late this afternoon, they were resting now. Tomorrow there would be a rather formal dinner and a short socializing event after. Draco reached over to the table and poured himself a glass of punch, he offered Harry a glass as well but the younger shook his head.
“I do hope that you will warm up to such an idea or rather that you would warm up to --,” Draco’s words were cut off as a portly woman stomped towards them and made her presence rather known by clearing her throat loudly enough that Harry could not hear Mr. Malfoys last words.
“Mr. Malfoy! I do hope that you had not planned on keeping the young Potter all to yourself. We shall all have an equal opportunity, I dare say, to woo the young man,” Lady Longbottom glared at Draco, staring pointedly at his covered forearms. She had the tall Longbottom heir behind her, the handsome brunette was staring quite hard at Harry, gaze searching over his body but it didn’t seem like it would be in a sexual way at all.
“Really, Lady Longbottom, are you also looking for a spouse? I hadn’t known, of course I am not attempting to monopolize the young man, it just so happens that he and I have an instant connection, and our conversation flowed rather easily,” Draco enjoyed the uncomfortable look on the woman’s face as she attempted to recover from his light barb.
“Hello, Mr. Potter. My name is Neville Longbottom and this is my lovely grandmother, Lady Longbottom. I hope you are having a pleasant evening,” Unlike Draco, Neville simply gave Harry a firm handshake after Harry had kissed Lady Longbottom’s hand.
“It is a pleasure, Mr. Longbottom. I hope my home has been welcoming,” Harry grinned up at the man’s chocolate eyes, unlike Draco and Lucius, Neville didn’t give him that uncomfortable feeling in his belly and so he wasn’t nearly as nervous meeting the young man.
“Nonsense! Darling, he is a lord. He took the title but two weeks ago. I understand you didn’t know but now, surely, that would beguile anyone as young as yourself, hmmm,” Mrs. Longbottom gave Harry a bawdy wink and nudge Neville in the ribs. Harry looked rather confused for a moment, but once he understood the lady’s implications he blushed bright and hard.
“I apologize Mr. Potter, we do not mean to make you uncomfortable,” Neville ignored his grandmother’s outrage at his comment as he tried to fix the situation.
“Oh, uhm, it is alright, Lord Longbottom. I am sorry that I –“ Once again, someone was cut off when an additional person joined their conversation. Molly Weasley practically rammed into the group in her haste to get to the group and steal some of Harry’s attention. Behind her trailed her daughter, the beautiful, red-headed Ginny Weasley.
“Harry dear, so nice to see you. Oh, I am sure you remember Ginny, you both had a good bit of fun as children. Hello, Mr. Malfoy, Lord and Lady Longbottom,” Lily had invited the two once she realized that maybe it would be easier to keep access to their son if he married a woman. In fact, she and Mrs. Weasley had begun developing a plan to ensure that Harry would only admire Ginny, and that they would move into Potter manner after the wedding. Or really, as long as he married any of the Weasleys, Lily was sure it would be more beneficial but would prefer if he married the girl.
“Mrs. Weasley, always a pleasure. Hello, Ginevra, I hope you are doing well, it has been a while since I’ve seen you,” Unbeknownst to both Mrs. Weasley and Lily Potter, Harry had always had a deep dislike for Ginny. Often when they were children, she would whine and cry until he did whatever she wanted to do and she seemed to take serious pleasure in blaming him for all of her wrongdoings. Unbeknownst to Harry, Ginny had begun to plan their wedding when she hit seven.
“Mrs. Weasley, how are you doing? I know it must be so difficult without Mr. Weasley, what with having to adjust and not having a man in the house,” Mrs. Longbottom seemed to have a skill in tactless conversation techniques, as Mr. Weasley had died not but five months ago in a terrible muggle accident, when he had attempted to picket in the middle of a muggle town directly underneath some of their terrible machines that they used to lift heavy bricks and limber in building.
“Gran! Mrs. Weasley, I am so very sorry and I was distressed to hear of your loss,” Neville immediately attempted to console the matriarch but she seemed unfazed, however, Ginny was not. She immediately began bawling her eyes out and rushed from the room, with Neville and Mrs. Weasley running after her. Mrs. Longbottom stared after them with her eyes narrowed and she turned that glare onto Draco.
“Silly women, she must get over that. People have done much more horrible things for much worse than a marriage, some even do it for simple thing like …blood supremacy,” Without even glancing at Harry, she swished herself away.
“I do believe that was more drama than I had experienced in the entirety of last year. Would you like a drink now?” Draco turned to look at Harry, whose head was bowed and he was sporting a deep frown. “Are you alright?”
“I feel rather bad, I was never fond of Ginny but she did just lose her father. I don’t imagine that I would ever be alright losing my own,” Harry lifted his head and the relief that Draco felt at hearing that Harry had no interest in Ginny flew out the window. Harry had a few tears in his eyes and the sight of them bothered the young Malfoy in ways that he had not thought was possible. Immediately, he attempted to console the young man physically by placing his hand on Harry’s arm and making intense eye contact.
“I rather doubt that your father would ever allow himself to be placed in such a situation where his life would be at stake. If I only just met you and I know it, I am sure your father understands how lucky he is to have you as his child. Not to mention your beautiful mother,” Draco took pride in the fact that his words seemed to console Harry and please him, as he began to blush again.
“Mr. Malfoy, I do not believe it appropriate for you to touch my son in such an intimate manner,” James Potter took note of his son’s blush, and while he enjoyed the view on his son, he immediately further resented that the Malfoy boy had been the cause.
“I apologize, Lord Potter. Mr. Weasley was brought up and it quite distressed him that he might lose you one day. I was simply reassuring him that you would never allow that to happen,” Draco gave Harry a gentle smile and slowly removed his hand from Harry’s arm. James seemed taken aback at the idea that Draco would ever mention a positive word on his behalf.
“He is right, Harry. I would never leave you, my son,” James ran his hand over Harry’s hair and enjoyed the way his son leaned into it, subtly. “However, do keep your hands at an appropriate distance, Mr. Malfoy. Harry, your godfathers have arrived and would like you to greet them.”
“Of course, father. Thank you so much for the conversation and reassurance, Mr. Malfoy. I hope that we speak again soon,” Harry gave Draco a look that he preferred to interpret as longing.

“Harry! My favorite godson!” Sirius Black rushed to hug his godson, ensuring that he had squeezed the breath out of the young man. “I could have sworn your mother would have dressed you more extravagantly for such an event.”
“Siri, it is obvious James had a hand in dressing him, now let me have a hug as well,” Remus Lupin-Black also grabbed Harry in a full-bodied, tight hug, ensuring the young man had been squeezed even more thoroughly than Sirius had.
“Of course I am your favorite godson, I am your only godson, silly Siri,” Harry let out a sweet giggle at the joke, just as pleased to hear as he was for the last 1000 times he had heard it. His giggle caused his family to all smile in pleasure. His mother was still sitting with Lady Nott but now Molly Weasley and Ginny had joined them. Mrs. Longbottom and Neville were nowhere to be seen.
“Have you found anyone you are, uhm, interested in, Harry?” Sirius was well aware of how innocent Harry was, often he would make a bawdy joke and for as long as he could remember, they had sailed right over Harry’s head. Now with all these mature men looking at his godson in lust, he wished he had made more.
“Well, Theodore Nott kind of makes me uncomfortable but I guess, Draco Malfoy is okay. He was really nice to me earlier and he has nice eyes,” Harry looked at Siri confused. He had never been attracted to someone before and didn’t know how to identify his ‘attraction’. Sirius notice the elder Malfoy approach them and decided to have some fun.
“Harry! Not a Malfoy! How could you? They have that … well you know,” Sirius gestured to the length of his forearm and made a crazy face. He watched Lucius’s confused face darken. He lowered his voice into a false whisper and continued. “You know, all that hair. It is so long, they’ll keep you locked up all day and make you brush it.”
“Really, Sirius. I promise if my son were to marry Harry, he would not have him locked up only to comb his hair. Worry not Harry, when you marry, my son would definitely not expect you to help order his hair,” All of the older men understood the innuendo and outwardly, they all enjoyed it. Yet, James quietly seethed inside. First, he had outright stated that Draco had intentions towards Harry, and then followed it up with another that indicated Harry would be so enthralled in passion that he would pull on Draco’s hair. The nerve of the damned blonde.
“I do believe it is rather early to make such statements, Malfoy. Harry might enjoy your son’s presence at the moment, but I’m sure you’re aware that physical attraction does not a marriage make,” Remus growled lowly. Lucius was taken aback, he spent a decent amount of time with Sirius, and thus Lupin, and never had Lupin been aggressive towards him. ‘Must be protective instincts.’
“Hush, Remus. I think it would be fantastic if Draco and Harry married, I believe they would be rather good for each other,” Sirius slapped Lucius on the back. “Really, we should have gotten them together long before this. He can’t be with his mother and father forever, and Draco would need a partner if he is going to succeed you.”
“Really, Sirius. Don’t make such broad statements,” James slapped Sirius much harder on the back than was necessary and walked off towards Lily, leaving three confused men, and an incensed one behind.
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