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19 Years and 5 Minutes Later	By : TheMightyFlynn Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 58416 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter List
- 1-19 Years and 5 Minutes Later
- 2-Ch. 2
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Ch. 4
- 5-Ch. 5
- 6-Ch. 6
- 7-Ch. 7
- 8-Ch. 8
- 9-Ch. 9
- 10-Ch. 10
- 11-Ch. 11
- 12-Ch. 12
- 13-Ch. 13
- 14-Ch. 14
- 15-Ch. 15
- 16-Ch. 16
- 17-Ch. 17
- 18-Ch. 18
- 19-Ch. 19
- 20-Ch. 20
- 21-Ch. 21
- 22-Ch. 22
- 23-Ch. 23
- 24-Ch. 24
- 25-Ch. 25
- 26-Ch. 26
- 27-Ch. 27
- 28-Ch. 28
- 29-Ch. 29
- 30-Ch. 30
- 31-Ch. 31
- 32-Ch. 32
- 33-Ch. 33
- 34-Ch. 34
- 35-Ch. 35
- 36-Ch. 36
- 37-Ch. 37
- 38-Ch. 38
- 39-Ch. 39
- 40-Ch. 40
- 41-Ch. 41
- 42-Ch. 42
- 43-Ch. 43
- 44-Ch. 44
- 45-Ch. 45
- 46-Ch. 46
- 47-Ch. 47
- 48-Ch. 48
- 49-Ch. 49
- 50-Ch. 50
- 51-Epilogue
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A/N: Thanks for the reveiws, guys!
Draco’s fingers were fascinating things. Long and elegant, they could be hard and jab into Harry’s ribs when he did or said something that annoyed him. They could be soft and send tingles up and down Harry’s spine with one tiny touch. Right at that moment they were tracing along the top of his waistband as Draco’s lips trailed down Harry’s throat, causing his breath to hitch and his heart to race. Those fingers were going to drive him insane.
“Harry?”
Falling backwards, Harry’s back hit the wood of the wall behind him with a thump and a jolt. Draco pressed into him, nipping at his Adam’s apple as those fingers moved down into the top of Harry’s jeans. Arching his back, Harry pressed closer, offering himself in the most obvious way, but Draco held off. He grabbed Harry’s arse and squeezed, kneading his cheeks slowly. Harry’s mind wandered to exactly what he wanted those fingers to do next and he huffed out an excited breath.
“Harry!”
Tangling his own fingers through Draco’s hair, Harry dragged him up into a kiss. It wasn’t soft and it wasn’t pleasant. It was filled with all the need he felt: his need to be fucked, his need to be filled and his desperate need of Draco himself. He bit, their teeth clashed and Draco shoved him back into the wall with a force Harry had not thought him capable of. He was fairly certain that this would have been completely different with someone else; that if it had been someone else in that toilet just over five weeks ago, it would have stopped there and that would have been the end of it. Harry would still be with Ginny, miserable and confused. Draco was what Harry had needed; what he still needed with a desperation that bordered on embarrassing. He hooked his leg around Draco’s, pulling him closer...
“Auror Potter!” Harry jumped guiltily as Kingsley slammed his hands down on his desk, breaking him out of the daydream with a shock that had his heart racing for a completely different reason. “Whatever it is that Malfoy did to you last night must have been good, because you haven’t been paying attention to anything today.”
Blushing to the roots of his hair, Harry closed his eyes, trying to regain some composure. A quick shift in his chair told him that, thankfully, his body hadn’t begun to react to the stimulation his mind was creating. It was late on Wednesday afternoon and he had been stuck in meetings all day with the only distraction being his own imagination. That had not been a problem before he got together with Draco, because the scenes he pictured did nothing for him: they had involved a lot of very large breasts attached to women Harry probably would have had no hope of finding attractive even if he had been straight. Taking a firm hold of his libido, Harry cleared his throat.
“Sorry, Kingsley; it won’t happen again.”
A small amused sound caused Harry to open his eyes and glance up. Kingsley was smiling at him with what appeared to be fondness.
“It’s good to see you happy, Harry.” Harry blinked at him for a few seconds, surprise rushing through him, but before he could respond, Kingsley continued. “But there are things that need your focus. I know for a fact that you have voted in the decision-making processes at a number of meetings today and in light of your current levels of distraction, I need to know if you know what it was you voted on.”
Frowning as he thought back on the day, Harry was certain that he hadn’t been that distracted during the other meetings. He counted off the votes on his fingers as he mentioned them. “There was the next Wizengamot member we voted in because her mother died and she wanted to take her position. We chose her over her brother because the brother had links to that criminal ring we busted up last year. There was a minor change to the legislation that really had nothing to do with me, but they wanted my opinion anyway. We tweaked the way one of the laws was worded because it was allowing people to slip in-between the gaps when it came to the safety of the charms placed on racing brooms. The last one was over that party thing the Ministry is hosting next week.”
“‘That party thing’, as you put it, is the Annual Ministry Ball. You remember; the Ball that you find an excuse to not attend each and every single year?”
The humour had returned to Kingsley’s voice and Harry grinned sheepishly. Of course he had invented excuses each year: why would he want to attend a Ball where the only reason for him being there was so people could say that they had met him? He had never pandered to the Ministry’s wishes when it came to his social life and it didn’t look to him like he would begin any time soon. Sitting back into his chair, Harry grinned.
“You don’t expect me to attend this year, do you?”
Kingsley eyed him contemplatively for a few seconds, his dark eyes locked onto Harry’s. “It would be the perfect opportunity for you and Malfoy to ‘come out’ together, so to speak.”
Surprise silenced Harry quite effectively as he stared at Kingsley. It had never occurred to him that the media would be waiting to catch him and Draco together somewhere so they could be the first to publish pictures of them together. Of course, he knew it should have, but he had been so distracted by dealing with Ginny – who had gone straight back on assignment Monday morning – and making sure his kids were alright that the idea had simply slipped his mind. What hadn’t slipped his mind since it had occurred to him a few weeks ago was the idea that he was going to retire from the Corps. It had been nagging at him and the public’s reaction to the article at the end of last week had solidified that decision. If they felt as though they could no longer trust him, then there was no point in him staying the Head of the Auror Department. Taking a steadying breath in an attempt to try to compose his thoughts, Harry sat up a little straighter.
“There is something I needed to talk to you about, Kingsley.” He smiled when Kingsley’s expression tightened. “I’ve given it a lot of thought and I think I’ve come to a decision about my retirement.”
Kingsley sighed and shook his head. “I knew this was coming.”
“I can’t continue if they don’t trust me, Kingsley, you know I can’t. It wouldn’t be fair to the public and it would be counterproductive for the Ministry. This job is all about having the public trust you and I’ve straddled that line for many years now. There was still lingering resentment for some of the things people thought I got away with during school that I could never get past, no matter how hard I tried.” He ran a hand through his hair, no doubt making it stand on end, but he couldn’t care about that at the moment. He needed to get his point across in the kind of terms that Kingsley wouldn’t be able to refute. “This was the final tipping point and I’ve landed on the wrong side of the fence for a lot of people. Besides that, if I can find something else to do that isn’t quite so public, then maybe everything will be easier on the kids over Christmas when they come back from Hogwarts. If I give the media time to relax and not be so shocked when they do finally see me with Draco, then maybe they’ll leave them alone.”
Harry watched Kingsley’s expression carefully, trying to tell what he was thinking. As always, he was doomed to fail, but that had never stopped him before. Leaning back into the high-backed chair behind the desk, Kingsley stared at Harry for a long time. While Harry didn’t stare back, he did glance up at him every now and then to see if the unreadable expression had changed. He opened his mouth to ask whether Kingsley had heard him when he felt as though the silence had stretched long enough and that was when Kingsley spoke again.
“I don’t want you to leave, Harry.” Harry could have sworn that there was disappointment in Kingsley’s voice and it stabbed at him: he had disappointed enough people in his life recently; he didn’t need the guilt of having done the same with Kingsley. “However, I know you’re correct in this. Out of all the Heads of Department, besides Human Relations, you are the only one who really needs the public’s good opinion. This business with Ginny and Malfoy has damaged your image with the public enough that I don’t think you can recover in time to regain their faith in you. It will most likely return in time, just as it has in the past, but I believe that this will take longer. It’s unfortunate that it has had to come to this.”
Hanging his head, Harry rubbed a hand along the back of his neck. “I’m sorry, Kingsley.”
Merlin, but he was sick of having to apologise to the people who meant the most to him. Both the Weasleys and his children had taken the news with varying degrees of acceptance and he hoped desperately that Kingsley would continue in the same vein he had since first finding out about this whole affair. By simply accepting that Harry was happier now than he had been in may long years, Kingsley actually made a lot of things much easier than they could have been if he had chosen to react differently. At least he hadn’t fucked anything up with Draco recently: he wasn’t sure how he could have coped without having someone there to support him when he was feeling a bit overwhelmed.
“There’s no need to apologise, Harry. I knew I couldn’t have you here forever and at least the scandal you’re going out with doesn’t involve any kinds of criminal activity.” He smiled wide when Harry frowned at him in confusion. “You’d be surprised how many of your predecessors got themselves fired for dabbling on the wrong side of the law. Now, the only real question left is: when will you make the public announcement?”
Harry groaned. “You’re not thinking...?”
“That the Ball would be the perfect time? What a brilliant suggestion, Harry!” The smile Kingsley now flashed him held so much mischief in it that it could have come from James. “And if you can manage to bring a date, it would make the night that much better for you.”
Harry merely shook his head and sighed. Maybe if he broke the news to Draco while he was distracted then he could secure a yes to a date, but he wasn’t going to hold his breath on this one.
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“Where is it, Astoria?”
Rummaging through the cupboards of the kitchen in Malfoy Manor, Draco scowled. He knew exactly where he had placed his batch of French chocolate that Narcissa had sent over just after Scorpius had gone off to Hogwarts, but considering it was now gone, he could only assume that Astoria had either moved or eaten it. He flexed his shoulders as tension rippled along them. It wasn’t often that he resorted to chocolate to relieve the stress he was under, but this time it had gotten the better of him.
“Where’s what?”
Even if Astoria hadn’t been attempting a wide-eyed innocent look that Draco had always been able to see through, he would not have been fooled. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. Where is the chocolate Mother sends?”
He shot her a glare when she let out a giggle; it caused him to wonder whether Harry had the kind of pull within the Ministry that would get Draco off a murder charge. But then again, he reconsidered, Harry had been talking more and more of retirement recently, so he wouldn’t want his last actions as Head of the Auror Department to be getting his partner off a murder charge. He paused for a second. Partner... That was something Draco both desperately wanted and did not want to be at the same time. It was that dichotomy that was causing his muscles to tense and him to crave chocolate so badly.
“Oh, you mean the stuff that has chilli powder laced through it? The stuff that you try to hide from me each time Narcissa sends it, but always fail? The really expensive stuff?” She grinned when he glared over his shoulder as he searched through one of the higher cupboards. “It isn’t good for you, you know.”
He sighed, but turned to face her with as neutral an expression as he could manage. “I don’t drink to excess, I have never smoked and the one and only time I have ever tried drugs was well before I married you. You have taken away my one vice and if you do not give it back, I may very well need bail money. Give. Me. My. Chocolate.”
“How about a compromise?” Draco groaned and slumped back against the bench behind him. “I’ll give you your chocolate back when you tell me why you need it.”
Draco’s eyes slid closed. One of the drawbacks to his having married Astoria was the fact that she knew him so very well. She knew that the only time he really craved this chocolate was when he was worried or stressed and nothing else was relieving it. Unfortunately, she also knew what signs to look for that would indicate that he was getting to the stage where he would resort to the chocolate as a remedy.
“Tori...”
His voice sounded weary even to him and he paused, not wanting her to think that he was trying to garner sympathy. The tension had been building inside him ever since his revelation that past Sunday that he had been stupid enough to fall for Harry. The fact that it had only taken three days for it to become unbearable was very telling to Draco, but he knew that Astoria couldn’t have worked out exactly what it was that was worrying him. Perhaps he could lie to her; feed her some kind of bullshit that would be plausible enough for her to leave him alone? That thought only lasted until he reopened his eyes to see her standing in the doorway of the kitchen, a concerned look on her face. He shook his head.
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
He shook his head again. “No, I–” Clenching his hands onto the lip of the bench behind him, he sighed. “Please don’t make me, Tori...”
He jumped when she marched across the room and wrapped her arms around him. One hand traced up and down his back in soothing strokes and the other tangled into his hair, holding him close. Her warmth surrounded him, followed swiftly by the flowery scent she favoured, weakening Draco’s defences. Sagging down into the embrace, he sighed softly. Astoria had always been able to calm him down for some strange reason, despite the fact that she wasn’t quite as good at it as the chocolate she still had hidden. It was similar to the feeling he used to get from Pansy during school, with the exception that he knew that Astoria wasn’t trying to comfort him with the intention of becoming the next Mrs. Malfoy. Astoria had never really wanted to marry, he knew that, but circumstances had forced both of their hands. He was just thankful that they got along so well. Wrapping his own arms around her waist, he held her close, simply enjoying the comfort she was offering.
“I’ll kill him.” Draco frowned at the ferocity in her voice. “Saviour or not, he’s a dead man. What has he done?”
A reluctant smile crossed Draco’s face as he realised what she had assumed. “Nothing.”
“Don’t lie to me, Draco.” Astoria pulled back so their eyes met and Draco could see all the protective anger in them that was currently in her voice. “The only time you sulk like this is when something has gone wrong with one of the men you’re with. Since you’ve been exclusive with Harry for the past month, he’s the only one who could have done anything to cause this. Now, tell me what he’s done.”
Leaning in so he could rest their foreheads together, Draco smiled properly. “It’s nothing he’s done, I swear.”
Astoria sighed and moved backwards, dragging Draco with her towards the living room. “Come on in here and sit down.” She shoved him back onto the lounge and took the chair beside the fire for herself. “If you don’t give me a reasonable explanation for this, then I’ll go and ask Harry what he’s done myself.”
Eyeing her for a few seconds, any thoughts of lying to get his own way flew straight out of his mind. Nerves assaulted him as he stood to pace in front of the fire. He was going to have to tell her, but now that the moment had come, he was finding it more than a little difficult. He had only ever thought himself in love once before and it had been a few years before they had married. It was obvious now that he had been wrong about the last one, but it was all he had to compare these feelings to at the moment. He had not had the same kinds of worries with his previous partner as he had now with Harry, however. The standout being that Harry was still very much married and still adjusting to the fact that he was attracted to men and not women. He was the only one Draco had ever been with who was still getting used to his own sexuality and it caused all kinds of new worries to hit Draco at strange hours of the day. This latest set of fears had occurred to him as he was cleaning his workroom that afternoon and hadn’t left him alone for the past few hours. They were the reason he had begun to crave the chocolate his mother had sent him and the reason he was currently facing a confession session with Astoria. Huffing out a sigh, he turned to face her.
“I think... No, I know...” He paused as another set of nerves hit him. Kicking out at the corner of the lounge to relieve some of the sudden anger that built up in him in response to the nerves, he growled. “Damn it, Tori; I love him. I hate him for it, but I love him and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.”
Silence met his declaration and he stomped off over to the window so he didn’t have to look at her. Merlin only knew what her reaction was going to be to this, but he figured it was best of she had the time to absorb this news in as much privacy as she could get. He spun back around when she cleared her throat a few seconds later and was stunned when he saw her smiling.
“That’s a good thing, Draco. Why are you so stressed about it?”
“Good?” He stared at her with his mouth open for a few seconds. “How can it be good? He’s still married and he’s only just come out to everyone he knows, himself included. He’s...” He turned away from her again as a strong sense of bitterness washed through him. “I’m the fucking rebound, Tori. Just because I’m sick of leading this kind of life doesn’t mean he is. I’ve had the opportunity to be with different people over the years and have come to the decision that he is the one I want. What if I’m just a part of his explorations? What if all he needed me for was to show him that he really is gay and that was it? What if he can never love me back because he only sees me as a means to an end? Someone to get him where he needed to be so he can go out and find the one he really wants? I love him but that doesn’t mean that he loves me.”
The sound of footsteps rapidly approaching him caused Draco to turn instinctively towards them. Astoria wrapped him in a tight embrace again, her hands running along the length of his back again. Draco slumped down into her arms, his chest aching with worry and fear.
“You listen to me, alright? Anyone who has seen the two of you together would know that Harry only has eyes for you. You gave him the opportunity to leave before this got serious; hell, you practically demanded it. He stayed; you didn’t want him to, but he did. He wants to be with you, Dray, and you deserve this happiness.”
Draco couldn’t even be bothered objecting to the mutilation of his name as pain washed through him. He knew that nothing Astoria could say was going to alleviate this fear, but the fact that she was trying did help a bit. Leaning into the embrace, he allowed himself to become lost in the feeling of comfort he was getting for a few minutes.
“You’re not going to dump him, are you?”
A small smile touched Draco’s lips as he straightened up. “No. I know it’ll probably end badly, but I have to see it through.”
“Things between the two of you can never be simple, can they?” She pulled back, smiling up at him. “I’ll tell you what. Go upstairs and get changed into something nice. I’ll take us to my parent’s place for dinner; replace your French chocolate with some Italian.”
Draco’s smile widened when she grinned and moved off towards her wing of the Manor. The in-law’s house wasn’t exactly what he had had in mind for dinner that night, but it was a rather appealing prospect. He penned Harry a quick note explaining where he was before climbing the stairs towards his dressing room. Yes, maybe a trip to Italy was what he needed to clear his mind. And, of course, the promise of more fine chocolate never hurt.
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