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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 reviews guys! Glad you liked the last chapter :)
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Draco loves me.
Harry had spent the rest of Sunday on an incredible high and it continued on into Monday. It had been unbelievably difficult for him to allow Draco to leave that morning and he had made certain that he had left satisfied. Despite Astoria’s accidentally giving away what Harry had needed to know on Saturday, he had been terrified of being laughed at when he finally confessed that he had fallen for Draco. He had spent the rest of Saturday and most of Sunday working up the courage say something to him. He had tried to organise exactly what it was he wanted to say in his mind, but had discovered that the second he tried to bring it up, everything went flying out of his mind and he wound up simply staring at Draco with what he assumed was a slightly stunned look. In the end he had simply blurted it and panicked. Draco had seemed completely shocked and it was that which had prompted Harry to not let him respond. He had needed those few moments of not knowing what Draco’s response was going to be to prepare himself.
Draco Malfoy loves me.
Of course, ‘I love you, too, you twit’ hadn’t exactly been the response he had been expecting. Not that he had been expecting reciprocation of any kind. Actually, discovering that Draco loved him then being insulted in the exact same breath was pretty typical of the two of them, now that he thought of it. And thinking about it he had been. He knew that he had been in a complete daze and was actually quite grateful that he wasn’t out in the field anymore, because he was fairly certain his distraction would have gotten both he and his partner killed. The rest of the team had tried to seem disappointed when he had informed them that he had taken a half day from work so he could go see the lawyers Draco had recommended, but he could tell that they were just glad to be rid of him. Any time one of the team was distracted translated into a bad day for the rest of them and for that team member to be Harry – who was supposed to be running the entire Department – it threw everything and everyone else off.
Shaking his head to clear it as he neared the address of Draco’s lawyers, Harry took a deep breath. If he could manage to get these lawyers to work well with his own – whom he didn’t want to throw over just because Draco had recommended these new ones – then he thought that he would be practically guaranteed a win in the court. Draco’s lawyers had much more experience working with the rich and famous than his own did and therefore would be able to help shield the children from some of the press that this would generate. He gasped as he felt a hand close around his wrist and drag him into a small alcove just before the entrance of the lawyer’s office.
Warm lips closed over his and the smell of Draco’s expensive cologne washed over him, sending his mind wandering to places he really shouldn’t be thinking about in public. Tangling one hand through the soft strands of Draco’s hair, Harry held him tight as he was pressed back into the wall in the dark alcove. They had only parted a few hours before, but it felt much longer and Harry’s pulse increased with the knowledge that he had him back again so soon. This tug towards Draco, it was like nothing else he had ever felt before and he was craving it more and more. Under any other circumstances, that would worry him, but this...
I definitely love him as well...
“Draco,” he whispered as the kiss was broken, drawing the vowels out again in the way he knew would send a shiver down Draco’s spine. “You’re not supposed to be here; you’ve got work.”
Harry smiled as Draco hummed in response. He pressed Harry close to the wall again for a few seconds, their bodies moulded close together. When Draco took a deep breath, held it for a few seconds, and then let it out slowly, Harry felt a jolt of desire lance through him that threatened to keep him in that alcove much longer than he was currently looking at. Now that Harry knew to watch for them, Draco’s attempts to compose himself were much more obvious and they caused desire to flood through his veins. Just knowing that he had the power to make Draco’s control waver so easily was an incredible rush and Harry smiled. He knew Draco would be more than willing to satisfy any need he had – or at least, that was what he hoped – but he also knew that if they spent that much time together, he would be late for his appointment. Draco pulled back a few seconds later, obviously having composed himself to his strict public standards.
“There was no way I was going to miss seeing this.”
Draco’s voice was warm and soft as he ran his hands along the collar of the formal robes Harry was wearing. Harry knew that there was no way he could have known what Harry would choose to wear to this meeting and so had to assume that he was being checked-up on. He grinned when Draco’s hands ran up and through his hair and Draco frowned in response.
“How is it possible for someone to have hair that is impossible to tame at your age?” Magic washed over Harry and Draco’s frown deepened. “You must have the only magic-proof hair in the entire world, Potter.”
Harry leant in close enough so that their lips touched when he spoke. “You like it.” The huff of a frustrated breath over his lips had Harry grinning. “As much as I want to stay here so you can play with my hair, I have an appointment to get to.”
His grin widened when Draco mumbled something about it not being playing as he backed off, his fingers slowly sliding out of Harry’s hair. The sound of voices reached them from out in the hall and Harry watched as a mask fell over Draco’s features. Gone was the soft expression that Harry associated with Draco these days, replaced with the hard, pointed features that had been Malfoy for so many years. A small jab of disappointment hit him, but he suppressed it. He knew Draco held the rest of the world off with those icy expressions and he was incredibly thankful that they were no longer directed at him.
“Alright, look. There’ll be three of them when you go in. Richardson is the old man; he’ll try to convince you that you don’t stand a chance. Keep pressing with him, but never ignore what he says. Macgregor is the young man; he’ll play nice, but don’t underestimate him. There is much more to him than you’ll see in the first meeting. Hunter is the woman. It’s probably best if you only speak to her when spoken to, because she’ll try to use anything you say against you in the future. Because this is such an old firm, they’ll try to convince you that there is absolutely no way you can win. They don’t need your money, but what they do need is to know that you have the conviction to stick through the trial. Show them that you mean business and they’ll take the case, no questions asked.” Harry stood and stared at him for a few seconds, wondering exactly what it was he had gotten himself into. “There’s no need to worry, though: they’d never turn down the Saviour.”
There was something about hearing that ridiculous epithet from Draco in that tone of voice that sent a cold shiver down Harry’s spine. They had – obviously – settled their differences in the first few weeks of being together, but it brought back bad memories; ones that Harry would much prefer to keep buried. Stepping closer again, he grabbed Draco’s collar and dragged him into another kiss, trying to soften him again.
“Harry...” Harry knew by the sound of Draco’s voice that it had worked, but there was an edge there that told him this was not the time or place to get into this. “I–”
“It’s alright, I know.” He released his grip on Draco’s clothing and stepped back until his back hit the wall behind him again. “Go; you’re too distracting.”
Draco cocked his head, eyeing Harry with what appeared to be amusement. “You’re such a romantic,” he quipped before twisting on the spot and disappearing with a small pop.
Leaning back against the wall, Harry took a few deep breaths. His stomach felt as though an entire hoard of butterflies had taken up residence and he was certain that it wasn’t just nerves about the coming meeting. He was also certain that Draco had worked out just how much he affected him, both in the sense of sending him insane with lust and by calming him down. How else would he have known that showing up here today would help Harry to forget some of his worry about the meeting?
A loud clock chiming from out in the street caused Harry to jump. He ran his hands through his hair and over his clothes again in an attempt to not appear as though Draco had just molested him before stepping out of the alcove. His thoughts fell towards the coming meeting and he felt his professional persona slip over him. There was no way he was going to give these people the impression that he knew nothing about what was coming in the next few weeks and months and if presenting himself as the competent Head Auror was going to help him show that, then that was what he would do. He took a deep breath before entering the offices and let it out slowly.
It turned out that Draco had been right about a number of things. He was greeted in the front office by a woman who took him through hallways that appeared to belong to a building that had been built centuries ago, giving credence to Draco’s assertion of how old the firm was. Harry knew from his years of experience with the Ministry that leading someone the long way through official-looking halls was meant to intimidate them, so he was able to keep control over his nerves for the time being. The secretary led him to a set of large oak doors with a brass knocker that she slammed against the wood.
“Enter.”
The voice belonged to an older man; Richardson, if Draco was correct. Harry offered the secretary a small smile as she bowed him in and received an icy look in return. Having to resist the urge to roll his eyes, Harry smiled again as he turned to face the three people in the room. Seated behind a long table in front of the far wall were the three people Draco had described: an older man in black formal robes, a woman in what looked to be the female version of the older man’s black formal robes, and a younger man who looked out of place next to the other two in his deep green robes. Harry knew from experience that the first impressions people gave off were entirely on purpose and these seemed to have been very carefully crafted to fit specific purposes. His Auror training came to the fore as he eyed each of them in turn, learning as much as he could about them in the few seconds before they acknowledged him.
“Ah, Mr. Potter,” the older man greeted him, standing so he could shake Harry’s hand. “It has been highly recommended to us by a long-standing client that we take your case.”
Harry smiled properly this time, unable to suppress the image of Draco storming into the office and demanding that they listen to him. “Mr. Richardson, I presume? I’m very grateful to you for taking the time to see me.”
The younger man – Macgregor – was the next to greet him, standing and smiling as he shook Harry’s hand. By the distracted smile and almost nervous tone to his voice, Harry figured he was trying to come across as much younger than he was. Admittedly, on anyone with less experience in reading people, it would have worked wonders. It was the fact that Harry had had his training drilled into him from the very first day he had shown up as an eighteen year old trainee that was the man’s downfall here: he was far from the best at being able to read people, but this man was easy for him.
“Peter Macgregor,” the man introduced himself, his Scottish accent obviously softened by years of living and working in England. “So nice to meet you, Mr. Potter.”
“Likewise,” Harry murmured before turning to the woman. “Ms. Hunter.”
It took her a few seconds to look up from the stack of paperwork she was apparently busy with – telling him he wasn’t important enough to stop working for – but when she did, Harry almost wished she hadn’t. She was icy blonde, like Draco, with pale blue eyes and pointed features. The overall effect of her good-looks with her clothing was striking, but it did nothing for Harry. Her hair was obviously not naturally that light and Harry thought to himself that it actually washed her out too much. With her pale skin and eyes, she should have gone darker if she wanted to appear intimidating. It was that last thought as she finally stood and shook his hand that pulled Harry up.
How did I ever believe I was straight? She’s quite good-looking and I obviously like blonds, but I’m more focussed on the fact that her hair colour washes her features out...
That little revelation aside, the meeting went quite well by Harry’s standards. Draco had been correct about the way the three of them treated him: if he had had no warning about what to expect from them, then he definitely would have expected them to turn him down. It was plainly obvious that they didn’t need his money and that they were highly picky when it came to which clients to take on and rightfully so. They had been winning cases for families like the Malfoys for centuries, so why would they need to take on any new clients? It was Harry’s job that day to show them why.
“I’m aware that you have been working with the Malfoy family for many generations and other old wizarding families for just as long. You’ve had experience in all kinds of law suits and have won most of them. What I’m looking for is someone who can work well with my own lawyers, who know my case and family well. This is probably going to be a fairly lengthy court case, because my wife will want to try to drag out every single little detail. The firm I need will be able to help me shield my children from the press as much as possible, as well as being able to prevent whichever firm Ginny goes through from taking my children away from me. They are my main priority here and if you don’t think it’s possible for you to get me custody of them, then I’m afraid that I may have wasted your time here today.”
He sat back in the comfortable chair they had provided for him and folded his hands in his lap to prevent himself from fidgeting. The lawyers were silent for a while, each reading through their notes they had been taking over the course of the afternoon. Harry merely watched, sometimes glancing around the room, giving them the time they apparently needed. He knew there was no point in rushing them, as it would probably just piss them off. Eventually, Ms. Hunter raised her head and, after glancing down the table at the other two, nodded and met Harry’s eyes.
“We may have a slight conflict of interest here, Mr. Potter,” she began, causing Harry to frown. “We cannot represent both sides of a case.”
Harry’s mind went straight to Draco, wondering why she thought the case was going to affect him in any way. It took a couple of seconds for him to realise that she was referring to Ginny and he cleared his throat, fighting back an embarrassed blush.
“Ginny is your client?”
“Not yet she isn’t, no,” Mr. Richardson replied, leaning forward so his elbows rested on the table. “We have an appointment with her tomorrow morning, however. Are your children your only concerns in this case, Mr. Potter?”
Draco’s voice washed through Harry’s mind at that moment: what they do need is to know that you have the conviction to stick through the trial. Show them that you mean business and they’ll take the case, no questions asked. He took a few seconds to fight back the rest of the embarrassment before answering.
“What I need, Mr. Richardson, is to make absolutely certain that whichever firm I decide to go through will be both willing and able to see this entire case through to the end. What I don’t need is someone who will get me one thing at the sacrifice of another. My children are my main priority, yes, but I also need to make certain that Ginny doesn’t take me for everything else I own. Grimmauld Place is safe, as the deed is passed on through magical contract. Since I am retiring soon, however, if Ginny manages to take my bank account from me, then I will have nothing to live off. I need the security of knowing that whoever is fighting for me won’t give up.”
The three of them leant in close to each other, murmuring softly. Harry didn’t bother pretending to glace around the room this time, but sat watching them intently. He offered up a small smile when Ms. Hunter straightened and looked him in the eyes.
“We thank you for your time today, Mr. Potter. Obviously, we will make our decision tomorrow after speaking to Mrs. Potter–” The hair on the back of Harry’s neck stood up when he heard Ginny referred to as his wife from anyone but him. “–and we shall let you know tomorrow afternoon which side we have chosen to represent.”
Harry stood at the same time they did and offered his hand to each of them. The secretary was waiting outside the room to escort him back through the offices, but he didn’t pay much attention to where he was going. Ginny was obviously trying to play hardball with him by asking these people to represent her. Well, he figured, if she wanted a fight, then that was exactly what he would give her.
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“Did you know that the papers are offering me money and trips to Ibiza to give them information on you and Harry?”
Draco smiled as he turned from the potion he had been trying to make. His distraction that afternoon could be placed squarely on that fact that Harry was currently in a meeting with his lawyers, where they would decide if they would represent him against the Weaselette, but he couldn’t find the distraction annoying. It was strange, but now that he knew that his feelings were reciprocated, he had relaxed a lot. The fact that Harry was constantly on his mind wasn’t worrying him anymore and he put it down to the fact that he had found what he was looking for. He had wanted someone who was willing to settle down, who could accept him for who he was and he had found that in Harry. Astoria grinned back at him as she made her way into his workroom.
“Did you accept it? I could do with a holiday.”
“If you think I’d take you with me, then you’re much more delusional than I first thought.”
Draco waved his hand, casting a stasis charm over the potion ingredients and followed Astoria over to the chairs set up at the back of the room. “I think I may be insulted.”
“Oh, please,” she snorted. “You’ve already found yours, maybe in Ibiza I’d find mine.”
Draco ducked his head, hiding the small smile that crossed his face. Harry loved him. He was still trying to get his head around that fact and had yet to tell Astoria about this new development. It was something that he wanted to keep to himself for a little while; a secret shared only by he and Harry. He knew it wouldn’t be a secret for long, but for the time being, he would allow it to continue to warm him whenever he thought of it.
“He’s at the lawyers offices today, in an appointment with the partners.”
“You gave him the address of your family lawyers?”
He could hear a combination of surprise and amusement in her voice as he raised his head to meet her eyes after finally regaining some of his control. “Is there a reason I shouldn’t have?”
Astoria merely sat and stared at him for a while, an enigmatic smile playing at the edge of the mouth. He raised an eyebrow at her when she began to laugh.
“You’ve got it so bad for him,” she gasped as soon as she could speak again. “Those lawyers have been your family’s security blanket against the world for centuries and now you’ve told him to go to them? Don’t you see, Draco? You want to protect him and this is one of the easiest ways to make sure that happens.”
He blinked, slightly stunned at her assumption. Had this recommendation been a subconscious attempt for him to protect Harry? His stomach squirmed for a few seconds, but it wasn’t an unpleasant sensation. He glanced up when Astoria stood and moved so she could cup his face in her hands.
“If you get any more adorable, I may have to change my mind about the willing divorce and try to keep you for myself.”
She bent to place a soft kiss on his forehead before leaving the workroom, still chuckling quietly to herself. Draco sat and stared at the door for a long time after she left. He had never been in love before and so had no idea whether it would affect his behaviour, but this seemed to be an indication that it would. If he had been acting unconsciously to protect Harry, then maybe his actions would eventually become obvious to more than Astoria. The idea left him feeling strange, unsure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. His entire life had been spent in an attempt to not allow anyone to know what he was thinking or feeling, but apparently Harry was the one man capable of changing that.
He shook his head as he stood up again to try to focus on his potion making. Whether his actions were obvious to others yet was irrelevant, as he and Harry hadn’t been seen together in public yet. That would change that Friday night when they attended the Ministry Ball, but he was determined to ignore the worry he associated with that thought. For the time being, he was content to simply enjoy the warmth that spread through him at the thought of Harry.
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