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Self-fulfilling Prophecy	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6342 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter nor make any profit of it. J.K. Rowling owns it

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Author's note: I must say that I'm pleasantly surprised by the attention this fic has gathered so far - I can only hope you will continue to like it! I'm also happy to see so many of reviewers of my previous stories returning for this one :)

Thanks to the following reviewers: AnonmousTigress; CullensDarlin and lividifire

Warnings: some drama; small flashback

I hope you'll like it!

Chapter 2: The First Stirrings

Albus' fork clattered on his plate as he jumped up, startled at the sudden appearance of mum – who looked incredibly angry, causing both boys to cower in their seats and hold their breath.

Dad slowly lowered his own fork, narrowing his eyes slightly, while Mister Malfoy merely continued to eat, seemingly not bothered by the cold atmosphere that had suddenly fallen over the room.

Albus wished he could adopt the blond's calm attitude.

As it was, his heart was beating madly in his chest and his eyes went back and forth between his parents; apprehension building up inside of him.

"We currently don't have any case, so I brought Draco with me to introduce him to our sons," Dad answered slowly. "I figured it was about time they met him, considering we've been working together for almost three months."

"I see no need why he has to meet our sons when your partnership is only temporary," Mum snipped and dropped her bag heavily on the floor. Several strands of her hair had escaped her messy bun and she impatiently pushed them back behind her ears, while her brown eyes – usually so warm – gazed coldly at Mister Malfoy.

"Come on, Ginny. Don't start this again," Dad sighed and gave her a warning look.

Mum seemed to grow bigger and her cheeks flushed with anger, causing Albus to wince. He really, really didn't want to remain here when another fight was about to break out between mum and dad. They had been doing so well these past few weeks – were they really about to start fighting again?

"Start this again?" Mum repeated and fire burned in her eyes.

"Your dad told me you have the Quidditch play set based on the Quidditch Cup of two years ago – can you show me that one?" Mister Malfoy suddenly murmured after placing his fork and knife on his empty plate.

James nodded with wide eyes and after casting a wary glance at mum, he slipped off the chair, tugging on Albus' sleeve to pull him with him.

On slightly shaking legs, Albus followed his brother out of the kitchen, though they were not on time to avoid hearing their mum shout, "And where the hell do you think you are going with them, Malfoy?!"

"Ginny, he's not going to kidnap them for Merlin's sake!" Dad raised his voice and the scraping of a kitchen chair being pushed back abruptly rang through the room.

Green eyes looked up wide eyed when a hand came down on his shoulder and he was gently steered towards the staircase.

"Come on, let's leave your parents alone for a while," Mister Malfoy murmured and next to him two plates with half eaten pancakes were floating in the air.

James muttered subdued, while he was climbing the stairs, "Mum doesn't allow us to eat in our rooms."

"Well, there is a first time for everything," Mister Malfoy retorted calmly. "It's not like you're going to spill your food. And if you do, I can clean it up with magic."

They gathered in James' room as that one was the closest while Albus retrieved the play set. To the boys' surprise, the blond man made no trouble about sitting on the floor next to them. For some reason Albus had assumed he would prefer to sit on a chair.

While James set about displaying every part of the set on the floor, Albus couldn't contain his curiosity any longer and he asked hesitatingly, "Why does mum not like you?"

Mister Malfoy stilled and gave him an odd look, as if he was contemplating something.

The young boy flushed in embarrassment and looked down at the floor; his fingers fiddling with his sweater. "I'm sorry, I know it's not …"

"The Weasley family and the Malfoy family have a centuries old feud," Mister Malfoy spoke slowly and he grimaced. "Your parents and I didn't get along during our school years, though the fights were more between your dad and me." He hesitated visibly before he continued, "I did some things during the war that I'm not proud of and your mum has never forgiven me or my family for being at the wrong side."

James looked up and narrowed his eyes. "But dad has forgiven you?" he prodded suspiciously.

A smirk appeared on the older man's face. "If he hadn't, do you really think he would have let you meet me?" he asked dryly.

"I guess not," James retorted and pursed his lips.

Albus remained quiet. Their parents barely spoke about the war. The seven year old only knew that dad had been an important person during the war and he was still regarded as a hero by the public. Whatever he had done during that time, it still made people come up to him and thank him profusely. Of course Albus knew that there was a bad side during the war as well – after all without a bad side, there would have been no fights – but he didn't know who had been on the wrong side.

But Mister Malfoy had been on the wrong side of the war? That was shocking to hear and it made him slightly uncomfortable, but at the same time he figured that even if the blond had been on the bad side, he couldn't have been that bad, considering dad worked with him without any problems. He trusted his dad and if dad didn't have any problems with Mister Malfoy being around them, he couldn't be a really bad person.

He nearly jumped up when the plate with his pancake was placed next to him.

"Eat up before it gets cold," Mister Malfoy told him and rolled his shoulders. "All right, that's a lot of stuff for just one play set."

James grinned excitedly. "Uncle George says it's the biggest set they have made so far!"

"YOU THINK I'M GOING TO LET SOME FILTHY DEATH …"

Suddenly mum's shouting was silenced and Albus turned around just in time to see Mister Malfoy lowering his wand with a stiff smile on his face.

"All right, how exactly do you play with this set?" he inquired calmly.

James was the first one to recover and he started to enthusiastically explain every part of the set and how it needed to be set up in order to play it. Albus joined him after a short while, still a bit shaken up from hearing mum raise her voice like that.

He could only hope that by the time they came downstairs again, mum and dad would have stopped fighting.

The remaining weeks until Christmas were filled with a strained atmosphere. Since that Friday, Albus hadn't seen Mister Malfoy again, but that didn't stop mum from muttering darkly about it throughout the following weeks. Their parents didn't outright fight like they had done that day, but it was clear that their fight wasn't solved yet.

James and Albus tended to stay in their rooms once their mum started ranting about Mister Malfoy again; they had no desire to be caught up in the argument between their parents.

Albus in particular didn't like the way their mum was talking about the blond man. Sure, he had only met the man once, but he seemed to be a good man. A bit stiff, yes, but apparently that was how the Malfoys were in general – at least if he had to believe his Aunt Hermione when he had asked her about Mister Malfoy.

"Malfoy had a rather stern upbringing, Albus," Aunt Hermione murmured as she cut up an onion for the vegetable soup.

The young boy stopped doodling on the paper and looked up. "But he doesn't seem mean," he said and bit his lip. "Mum says we can't see him anymore. Dad got really angry about that."

She sighed and placed the big knife on the cutting board before turning around to face him. "It's rather complicated, honey. Your parents and Malfoy have a rather nasty history. Your dad more than your mum, though," she added almost absentmindedly.

"But does that mean Mister Malfoy is a bad man?"

"Bad …" She hesitated, but shook her head and smiled faintly. "No, he made some really bad decisions in the past, but I suppose he isn't really a bad man. He became an Auror and he wouldn't have succeeded in that if he was a bad guy. Plus your dad gets along with him now. Out of all of us, I think your dad had the most trouble with Malfoy."

"Mister Malfoy said that," he muttered and frowned.

She ruffled his hair gently. "Give your mum some time; she'll come around."

Albus hoped that Aunt Hermione was right, because he was becoming tired of constantly hearing his parents argue whenever dad returned from a case.

Was it selfish of him to wish that his mum would just accept Mister Malfoy as dad's work partner?

Christmas started out well; for the first time since meeting Mister Malfoy, mum and dad were laughing together again, teasing each other over breakfast, while they urged the boys to eat. It was decided that the whole family would gather at their grandparents' house to celebrate Christmas and open the presents.

Knowing that they were this close to finally finding out what their family had bought for them, James and Albus were quite impatient to leave and they practically squirmed on their seats, waiting for the moment when their dad announced that they would Floo to their grandparents.

"James, Albus! It's so good to see you again!" Grandmother smiled brightly as she gave them each a tight hug and a kiss on their cheek.

Even though they had only seen her a week ago, they hugged her back tightly, enjoying the way the smell of delicious baked goods lingered around the older woman.

"Is everyone here already?" Dad asked curiously after accepting grandmother's embrace.

She shook her head, clucking her tongue in exasperation. "No, Percy let us know he'll be a bit late, because he's caught up in some paperwork."

Dad snorted and mum chuckled. "Well, that's good old Percy, I suppose," Dad muttered amused and they all made their way to the living room where the rest of their family was gathered.

Rose – the daughter of Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron – looked up with a bright grin when she spotted her cousins entering the room. She practically flounced over to them, dressed in a green dress with a ruffled skirt and a white bow tied around her waist. A dark blue diadem decorated with a glittering flower held back her bushy hair.

She twirled around in front of them, proudly showing off her dress. "What do you think? Mum bought it for me yesterday," she smiled; her eyes glittering excitedly.

"You look pretty," Albus told her earnestly and his brother agreed, though his eyes were already wandering to Uncle George who was holding some new invention while he talked to Uncle Charlie.

"Thanks!" Rose's grin grew even larger and then her eyes started to positively sparkle when they caught sight of Albus' dad. "Uncle Harry! Look at my new dress!"

Dad turned around with a grin and bent down to accept her enthusiastic hug. "You look very beautiful, Rose," he said and brushed a kiss against her forehead.

It didn't take long before dad was accosted by Hugo, Rose's five year old brother; Louis, Uncle Bill's eight year old son and Roxanne, Uncle George's eight year old daughter. After they were done getting their hugs, Victoire and Dominique – Uncle Bill's daughters – came over to greet dad. Victoire was in her third year of Hogwarts now and Dominique had just started in her first year. Both were Ravenclaw and were on their Christmas break. Once they left to greet the others, dad's fifteen year old godson, Teddy came up to greet him with a grin.

Teddy, who sported wild, black hair and sapphire blue eyes, ruffled both James' and Albus' hair. "You two are getting big," he chuckled.

"Hey, Teddy, it's good to see you again," Dad smiled and embraced the lanky teenager. "How's school going?"

"Can't really complain."

As both launched into a conversation about Teddy's classes and his position as Chaser for the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, mum led them to the couches where they encountered the rest of their cousins as Uncle Percy and Aunt Audrey had just arrived.

Lunch was as always delicious thanks to grandmother's cooking and after they had stuffed their bellies full with the glorious chocolate fudge cake, they all went to sit down in the living room; conjuring up extra chairs and couches to accommodate everyone.

Grandmother and grandfather went around distributing the gifts to everyone – the children clearly had the biggest pile and they all had fun tearing into the paper and comparing their gifts with the ones of their cousins.

Once the children had their pile reduced to half its size, the adults started opening their own presents and for a while all that could be heard was the tearing and wrinkling of the paper and the bright laughter of both the adults and children filling the warm room. It didn't take long before the carpeted floor was littered with paper of various bright colours, nearly covering the red brown carpet from view.

Albus was distracted from browsing through his picture book about magical creatures by the soft 'thud' sound, caused by an eagle landing on the windowsill. It cocked its white head and stared inside with intimidating, golden eyes.

"What on earth is an eagle doing here?" Uncle Bill asked perplexed and everyone turned to look at the window; some mouths dropped open as the eagle knocked against the glass impatiently with its beak.

Dad was the one who stood up to open the window and the large bird hopped inside with a soft screech, landing on a small table next to the window. Around its paw three small packages were tied.

"Who would use an eagle to send presents?" Uncle Ron questioned bemused.

"Harry," Mum spoke warily, but dad just shrugged and relieved the eagle from its burden.

"James, Albus, you have another present," Dad announced as he enlarged the packages with a swift flick of his wand. The eagle ruffled his wings, hopped outside and took off; evidently having been told not to wait for a reply.

James and Albus looked at each other surprised, but stood up, holding open their arms to accept the present. It was wrapped in dark blue wrapping paper with the outline of gold roses pressed on it. A glittering, silver bow held it together.

Curiosity piqued, Albus carefully opened the present and his mouth dropped open when he removed the lid of the box. Inside the box, placed on a pillow of red velvet, was a stuffed toy of a dragon with an invitation clenched between its soft front paws. The invitation gave the owner of it access to the Dragon Sanctuary located in the Black Forest in Germany; this particular sanctuary had been built three years ago and unlike the other sanctuaries spread out over the world, visiting that place was not easy as it required a special invitation issued by the owner of it – making obtaining one particular pricy as well. Various nearly extinct dragons were being protected in that place and therefore the owner wanted to avoid having too many visitors as that would only cause stress to the dragons. So far only thirty people spread out over three years had been allowed to enter the sanctuary.

Albus' name was written on the front of it in a flourish handwriting and he carefully traced it, full of awe. He had been wanting to visit that sanctuary ever since Uncle Charlie had told him about it, but because it was so expensive and because both his parents worked a lot, he hadn't thought he would ever get the chance to actually visit it.

But now here he was: holding his very own invitation in his hands!

"Wow!" James exclaimed as he held up his own stuffed dragon; the card, decorated with a silver outlines of the dragons found in the sanctuary, glimmered in the candlelight.

"Harry, who bought those gifts for them?" Mum demanded to know as she walked over them, casting a suspicious glance at the items cradled in her sons' arms.

"Draco bought them," Dad murmured; his own eyes were cast downward, looking at whatever his package contained with a queer look.

James' and Albus' heads shot up in surprise and they stared at each other with open mouths. Mister Malfoy had bought these amazing presents for them? It must have been so difficult for him to score those invitations!

"He bought them?" Mum narrowed her eyes dangerously, putting her hands on her hips. "Why on earth did he buy them presents?"

"Because he wants to be nice?" Dad suggested calmly and shrugged. "I bought presents for him and his son as well, though I hadn't expected him to return the gesture."

"You bought those people presents with our money?" Mum hissed outraged and her cheeks flushed with her building anger.

"Ginny, calm down, please," Grandfather spoke soothingly, but she seemingly didn't hear him.

"No, I bought presents for them with my money," Dad answered sharply and gazed at her with slightly narrowed eyes. "You know, the money Sirius left me."

"Why would you buy presents for them?" Mum snapped angrily, as the flush on her face deepened. "It's Malfoy, for Merlin's sake!"

"I didn't hear you complaining when I bought presents for Michael's kid," Dad shot back and his arm tightened around the package.

"That's different!" Mum retorted with a huff.

"How is that any different?"

"Because he was not Malfoy!"

"Would you two please give it a rest?" Aunt Hermione snapped and scowled at them. "It's Christmas, for Merlin's sake!"

"I just don't understand why …" Mum broke off her own question when she finally took a closer look at the stuffed toys in their hands. Her brown eyes narrowed until they were nearly closed. "Those are not regular stuffed dragons. Why the f … Why did he buy them tickets to the Black Forest Sanctuary?!" Her inquiry ended in a loud yell and Albus winced, stumbling back until he bumped against the wall.

"He bought me a ticket as well. I assume he bought them, because I told him that James and Albus are fond of dragons," Dad replied and he was starting to sound incredibly annoyed.

"Albus, James, you're going to send those presents back to Malfoy!" Mum demanded and made an attempt to snatch the toys out of their arms.

James practically danced out of her reach and went to hide behind dad. "No, I like the present. I want to keep it," he said stubbornly and tightened his arms around the dragon, which let out a cloud of smoke.

"James Sirius Potter, you will …" Mum started to say, but she was interrupted by dad.

"Ginny, those are their presents and they are going to keep them," he said and the tone in his voice let everyone know he would tolerate no arguing. "We're not going to send them back. The only thing the boys will be sending Draco is a card to thank him for the gifts."

"Those gifts are too expensive!" Mum spat and took a step forwards.

"ENOUGH!" Grandfather raised his voice suddenly and everyone else jumped, staring shocked at the old man. Nobody had ever expected him to be the one to scold them; scolding family members was usually grandmother's job. He scowled at both mum and dad. "This is not the time to argue! Ginny, let the boys keep their presents. If Malfoy wants to give them that, it's his right. Now we're going to sit down and enjoy the rest of the afternoon and I won't tolerate another argument. Do you understand?"

Mum nodded stiffly and marched back to the couch; her back ram rod straight. Albus winced at the sight, but couldn't help but tighten his grip on the toy. He didn't want to make his mum angry, but he didn't want to relinquish his gift either.

"Come on, James, Albus. Let's sit down again," Dad murmured and they nodded in silence, still shaken up from hearing mum raise her voice like that.

Clearly the argument about the gifts was not finished yet, judging by the icy silence hanging between their parents.

As Teddy drew him into a conversation about his special present, clearly in an attempt to distract him from the awkward atmosphere clinging to the room, Albus glanced at the package placed on dad's lap and wondered silently what else Mister Malfoy had bought for him that would bring such an odd look on his face.

A look that seemed to be a strange mixture of happiness and sadness.

AN2: A bit late in the year for a Christmas themed chapter, but well ...

Please let me know what you thought of this chapter; should you spot any mistakes left, please point them out to me.

I see you all back in the next chapter! Preview of the third chapter: Albus finds out what exactly his dad received as gift.

Cuddles

Melissa
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