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Of Dragons and Jewels	By : CaptainParisStarr Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 19289 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Harry pulled the bathrobe tighter around his slim frame as he padded downstairs to make breakfast. After Draco had left, he had tried to go back to sleep but his mind wouldn't settle down enough; so he'd hopped into the shower instead.
Just as he got to the bottom landing, however a loud knocking sounded at the door, and he shrugged and went to answer it.
“Hey... uh, is this a bad time?” Hermione actually blushed as she saw that all her friend was wearing was a bathrobe and his hair was still wet from his shower.
“No, not at all. I'll just run upstairs and throw on something more decent...” Harry laughed as he let her in.
“Oh, so you didn't just have more hot shower sex with a certain blond?” She winked at him before hanging up her coat on the hooks near the door.
“No. Actually, Draco's not here right now; he got a trial shift at Quality Quidditch Supplies and...” Whatever else he'd hoped to say was lost as Hermione let out a happy squeal and threw herself into his arms for a bear hug.
“That's great! He'll shine working there; it was beyond obvious that Quidditch is one of his passions, if not his main passion.” Then she stepped back, smiling so wide her face actually glowed with happiness. “Have you had breakfast yet?”
“No; I was just about to make some toast when you knocked.” Harry pushed Hermione towards the kitchen so that he could excuse himself to get dressed. Though being half naked around her didn't bother him anymore; they'd been forced to change in front of one another more than once while in hiding and therefore had already seen each other naked; it clearly bothered her, and that alone was enough to make Harry uncomfortable.
“Breakfast was ready an hour ago! Winky's keeping everything warm but even her magic won't last forever.” Jewel cut in, poking her head around the kitchen door. “She made ham-and-cheese omelets and Belgian Waffles.”
“I'll be there in a few minutes; I'm just gonna go get dressed first.” As Hermione descended the steps leading to the kitchen, Harry turned around and rushed back upstairs, before grabbing the first clean shirt and jeans he found in his wardrobe.
By the time he got back downstairs, Hermione had already helped herself to one of the waffles and a cup of tea and was deep in conversation with Jewel between bites. Taking the remaining waffle and omelet, he sat down next to her and tucked in, suppressing a moan when the food tasted much better than he'd dared to hope. Clearly, Winky was a outstanding chef, when she wished to be; she must have been in charge of cooking for the Crouch family before being set free.
“-When is Draco finished work for the day?” The sound of his boyfriends name snapped Harry back to reality and he realized that Jewel's question had been directed at him.
“Five; so he'll be home by five-ten, I'd guess.” Harry shrugged. “Why? Are you planning something for tonight?” Jewel just shrugged, and her eyes shone mischievously.
The rest of the meal was spent in companionable silence as Jewel gave Caelum his breakfast, but did not eat anything herself as she had eaten earlier, and Harry and Hermione were too busy savoring the food to speak. It wasn't until the last bites had been consumed and the dishes were washing themselves in the sink that the conversation resumed.
“Maybe we should throw Draco a party; a combined 'coming-out' party and one to congratulate him on getting a job.” Hermione suggested reasonably as the trio climbed the stairs to the living room.
“That's a good idea. This Saturday should work; who all should we invite?” As Hermione retrieved some parchment and a quill and began making a list, Harry recited names, but she froze in shock when he mentioned Pansy Parkinson.
“Pansy? Harry, are you sure about this?” Hermione shot him an 'are you crazy?' look that made him laugh.
“Yes, I'm sure. She's known about him since the Yule Ball and was only Draco's pretend girlfriend. Now, her parents don't agree with her views... so we'll have to be careful with how we invite her. And she might not be able to come anyway; but we still need to invite her, because...” He broke off, uncertain what word he was looking for.
“Because she's Draco's wingman?” Hermione supplied, her lips twitching into an uncertain smile.
“Yes! That's it exactly! Thank you.” Harry laughed briefly, then he sighed and ran his hands through his hair. “I don't know whether to hope that she can come or...” He broke off, sighing. “I mean, she's one of the Slytherins who made our school days hell...”
“So did Draco, and now look at him...” Hermione broke off as an owl landed on the window ledge and began pecking at the glass. Standing, she crossed the room and accepted the note, then returned to Harry as the owl flew off once more.
“What is that?” Harry asked as she shrugged and handed the rolled parchment to him.
“There's no name on the outside, so I don't know.” Hermione scooted closer as Harry removed the ribbon and unrolled the scroll.
“Oh... Go get Jewel, this concerns her.” Hermione nodded and left, returning moments later with the younger woman. “What does it say.”
“It's...” Harry broke off, glancing away. “It's an invitation to... to the funeral.” He swallowed hard before finally glancing up, meeting Jewel's eyes. “You don't have to go, but...”
“I'll go; it will be my only chance to meet my father.” Jewel swallowed hard, tears shining in her eyes. “When is it?”
“Tomorrow; the viewing is at eleven in the morning and the service is at one in the afternoon, followed by the burial. It's being held on the grounds of Malfoy Manor; presumably they have a private cemetery, most of the older manors do and that house has been in the family for generations.” Harry handed her the note, then barely had time to open his arms before Jewel flung herself into them.
“I'd always dreamed of the day when I'd finally get to meet the man who'd fathered me; but I'd never dreamed that it would be like this...” Breaking off, she sobbed against Harry's shoulder for a few moments before pulling herself back together again. “I just hope that Draco can take the time off...”
“It's all over the papers that his parents have been... are dead. I'm sure arrangements can be made for him to leave work in time for the funeral; you'd have to be heartless to make a child miss his parent's funeral.” Hermione paused for a moment, then added; “Besides, he'll be named Pall-Bearer. It's traditional for the remaining male family to act in that capacity.”
“Male family? Why not the female?” Jewel stood up, but Hermione waved her off.
“Unless Wizarding funerals use magic to ease the weight, the decision to use only men is understandable and not the least bit sexist; coffins are heavy, even when empty. Too heavy for the average woman, but not for men.”
“Oh... I never thought about that...” Jewel actually blushed.
“However, since you were born male and are officially a son of the Malfoy family, I believe that you can be named Pall-Bearer should you wish to be one. Though I doubt you'll be working with Draco...”
“Why not?” Jewel frowned in confusion.
“Unless they make two trips, which I doubt, there will be twelve Pall-Bearers, six for each casket. You wish to help bear your father, correct?” Jewel nodded. “While Draco would prefer to help bear his mother.”
Understanding lit up between them, even as Harry spoke; “But he is his Father's heir; wouldn't it be more proper for him to carry his father's casket than his mothers?”
“Usually, yes. But his heart wouldn't be in it.” Hermione smiled sadly; though she had not met with Narcissa that night she had been told all about that meeting and had long suspected that Draco was closer to his mother. She had seen the love that they shared during the Quidditch World Cup, when they'd first met Narcissa and had sat with the Malfoys during the game.
“Okay... well, I guess we can figure this out tomorrow.” Jewel wiped at her eyes, and handed the invitation back to Harry, then she left the room.
“Where are you going?”
“To see if I can find something boyish to wear tomorrow. If I am to be a Pall-Bearer; well, hopefully, since they may have all been selected already; then I need to make it clear that my body is male even if my soul isn't.” Then she was gone, and Harry understood that she wanted to be alone.
Pushing thoughts of the upcoming funeral away, Harry and Hermione returned to making the invitation list for the party, but found that neither of them could concentrate. How could they think about something happy like a party when Draco's parents were to be buried the next day?
“Shouldn't you also pick out what you'll be wearing? Funeral's are usually fairly formal; your emerald green dress robes would be appropriate.” Hermione asked two hours later, after they'd both fallen silent, the party list lying forgotten on the table before them.
“What? I-I'm not... I mean...” Harry was flabbergasted; why would he go to a Death Eaters funeral?
“You're going whether you wish to or not; who else will Draco turn to for comfort tomorrow? Well, there will be Jewel, but she's a sister, and you're a lover.” Hermione pointed out.
“But... do you really think that I'll be accepted? Bellatrix Lestrange will be there; and I won't put it past her to try and kill me at her sisters funeral.”
“You're going; Draco won't let you sit this out. Harry, he'll need you to be there. You know he will, and since he's already been outed...” She broke off, shrugging.
“B-but...” Harry's mind went blank. Was he really about to attend the funeral of Lucius Malfoy; a man who had tried to kill him more than once? Closing his eyes, he found himself looking into a silver pair, narrowed in disappointment and hiding tears behind a cold wall. He would be shut out; Hermione was right, he needed to be there for Draco.
Then an insistent tapping jarred him out of his thoughts; glancing up he saw a large barn owl perched outside, a note clutched in its beak. “What now?” Opening the window he took the note; everything faded down to just the words as he read them.
“What is it?” The sound of worry in his friends voice brought him back to reality as he turned a pale face towards her.
“It's Draco. There was an accident; they had to take him to the hospital!” His words echoed hollowly in his ears as Hermione's face also paled. “Get Jewel. Tell her to meet me downstairs.” Then he was running down the stairs without even waiting for a response, the note still clutched tightly in his hand.
The two minutes it took Jewel to join him by the front door seemed like an eternity as Harry's mind wondered what could have happened that would warrant a hospital trip. It was a retail store... but try as he might he could not shake the thought that his lover might be...
“Harry, what is it? Hermione said you wanted to see me...?”
“We're going back to St. Mungo's. Something happened and they had to take Draco there.”
“Caelum...”
“I'll watch him. Go, be with your brother.” Hermione also joined them, cutting Jewel off. “I saw a few bottles of milk in the fridge earlier; we'll be fine for a few hours.” She tried to flash them a reassuring smile, but it fell flat.
“Thank you.” Then they were outside, and Harry pulled Jewel closer, before apparating them both to the hospital. Rushing inside, he headed straight for the nearest healer station. “I'm looking for Draco Malfoy...?”
“Down the hall behind me, third door on the left then second room on the right, room 111.” The healer didn't even look up as she spoke, concentrating instead on copying something onto a patients chart.
They left her and headed down the hallway, but as they approached the room, Harry's steps slowed as his imagination took over once more. Just how badly was Draco hurt?
“Harry, come on. I'm sure it's not that bad; maybe a shelf collapsed on him?” Jewel shrugged, but before they could resume their trek to the room, a young man approached them.
“Are you Harry Potter?” When Harry nodded, he continued. “I'm Davidson Jones, but call me Davey. I'm the one in charge of training Draco.”
“What happened?”
“A young child released a Bludger; Draco tackled it to protect the boy. He was out cold when I brought him in as well as badly winded, but it's nothing major. A couple cracked ribs from the Bludger, and a mild concussion when his momentum caused him to hit a nearby shelf head first.”
Harry let out a breath he had not been aware he'd been holding. “Thank God! I was... I mean...” He laughed nervously. “All the note I got said was that there had been an accident; so I was...” He broke off as Davey waved away his concern.
“He took out a shelf of merchandise; but fortunately it was all clothing so no damage was done, and the child wasn't hurt thanks to him.” Then Davey stepped aside. “But I'm sure you're anxious to see him so I won't hold you up any longer.” Nodding once more, Harry rushed into the room and sat on the bed beside his too-still and still unconscious lover as Jewel took the room's only chair. They both settled in to wait for Draco to resume consciousness.
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