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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! Just to let everyone know: there's been cyclones through my parts recently, so if I disappear, it's because they've knocked out my internet temporarily. I'll try to keep posting as regularly as I usually do, though :)
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“Draco?”
Draco glanced up from the nightshade he was cutting into fine slices. “Lily.”
“Are the peacocks alright to pat?”
Draco smiled. He had figured that Lily would be fascinated with the animals roaming the grounds of the Manor – both magical and not – and the peacocks seemed to be her favourite. Setting a stasis charm over his work, he turned and knelt down so he was eye-to-eye with her.
“Astoria feeds them at seven every morning; instead of patting them, how does hand feeding them sound?”
He watched as Lily’s eyes widened and a huge smile spread across her face. He was prepared for her to throw her arms around his neck this time and was able to react appropriately. It had surprised him the night before when she had practically tackled him. Thankfully, Harry had met his eyes and held them. The warmth he had seen there had offered the reassurance that this was fine; that what he had offered up was the right thing to do. Not that Scorpius was unaffectionate but, like Draco, he showed it a very different way. He released Lily after a few seconds and smiled back at her.
“I’m going to go wake Dad up so he can help. Maybe I can get him to stay home from work.”
Lily rushed out of Draco’s greenhouse in the backyard of Malfoy Manor, ostensibly to wake Harry at half six in the morning. Draco couldn’t help smiling about that one, as he knew how much Harry valued his sleep. He thought back over the night before as he lifted the stasis charm on his work and continued slicing the nightshade. Astoria had been out with a group of friends, meaning that the parlour was completely free for their use. Draco had been thinking about suggesting something like this for a while, but the opportunity had never presented itself. He absolutely refused to believe that he had been stalling in suggesting it because he was afraid that Harry would refuse to allow Lily into the Manor due to the trouble he had had with the Weasleys.
The night had been spent playing wizard chess, Gobstones and eating some of the rich chocolate Draco had finally taken back from Astoria. Lily had seemed to perk up over the course of the night, smiling and laughing as Harry had lost game after game of chess to Draco. It had surprised Draco that Lily herself was actually quite good at the game; he had assumed that she would have taken after Harry. The rest of the night after Lily had gone off to bed had been spent trying to work Harry up. He had picked up on subtle hints that Harry had been giving off during the course of the night and had decided to act on them as soon as Lily was in bed. Draco smiled when he thought back on the imaginative ways Harry had come up with to ‘repay’ him the night before for offering to take them away from where Ginerva could reach them. He had never expected that Lily would need protecting from someone other than the press, but if he could help in any way, he was determined to. He gasped when a pair of arms wrapped around his middle from behind.
“I hear that I’m to stay home from work with you and Lily today.”
Harry’s hot breath puffed along Draco’s neck, sending a delightful shiver through him. Casting another stasis charm over his work, he placed his own hands over Harry’s on his stomach and leant back into the touch.
“Are you really?”
“Mmhm.” Harry’s lips connected with Draco’s skin, trailing down towards his collar. “Apparently we’re going to go shopping in Diagon. All three of us.”
Draco’s eyes closed automatically and he took an unsteady breath as pleasure flooded through him. “Indeed?”
“Mmm. Any idea where she could have gotten that idea?”
Draco let his head fall forward so Harry could have better access to his neck. The heat of having Harry’s lips moving along his skin was a welcome relief from the chill in the morning air that seemed to permeate even the greenhouse. He shivered when Harry’s fingers worked their way in-between the buttons on his deep green work shirt and began to slowly stroke the skin around his navel.
“None whatsoever,” he managed to reply through the fog of desire beginning to descend on him.
“Come on, Dad, we’re going to feed the birds!”
Draco – jerked rudely out of the warm sense of right Harry had managed to create around them – gasped and tried to take a step away. Harry’s hands tightened around him, however, holding him in place. Standing silently in the greenhouse, Draco took a steadying breath. There were no running footsteps and Lily hadn’t come bursting through the door, so maybe they hadn’t been caught as he had feared. He smiled when Harry placed a soft kiss behind his ear.
“Good morning.” Harry’s arms unwound from Draco’s middle and his warmth left him, leaving him feeling chilled. “Are you coming?”
Draco turned to see Harry smirking at him. “Please, Potter,” he scoffed. “You’re not that good.”
A surprised-sounding burst of laughter followed Draco out of the greenhouse and he couldn’t help the small smile that crossed his face in response. Harry caught up with him in a few seconds, slipping his hand into the back pocket of Draco’s trousers to squeeze his arse just before they rounded the corner to find Lily and Astoria waiting for them. Astoria shot him a knowing look and he rolled his eyes in response.
He watched as Lily ran forward and Harry scooped her up, tipping her upside down. Her shrieks of laughter echoed through the grounds as Harry continued to chase her after placing her back on the ground. Draco offered Astoria a smile when she fell into step with him.
“You smile more often these days.”
It was a seemingly simple observation, but Draco felt he had to clarify. “I was never unhappy with my life before Harry. I love both you and Scorpius and no one will ever replace you.”
“I didn’t think you were trying to.” She grabbed his hand and squeezed. “He loves you, too.”
“I know.”
She huffed out a small laugh. “I figured he wouldn’t be able to hold it in; he doesn’t hide much, does he?”
“He never had a reason to.”
Astoria stopped, pulling Draco to a halt beside her. “I’ve signed the divorce papers. They’re waiting at the lawyer’s office for whenever you want to sign them.”
Shock flooded through Draco and he turned to face her properly. “Tori–”
“You have a real chance at true happiness with Harry, Draco; offering the chance for you to be free to start at the beginning with him when you’re both able to is the least I can do to help.”
Unable to express the feeling of gratefulness that flooded through him, Draco pulled Astoria into a tight embrace. “Thank you,” he whispered against her hair and received a shaky laugh in response. “I honestly don’t know how I would have made it through everything without you.”
She pulled back and gave him a watery smile. “You wouldn’t have. You would have crashed and burned without me and you know it.”
Knowing that she was trying to lighten the mood, Draco smiled in response and released her so she could move off down the path after Harry and Lily. He followed after a few seconds, his mind racing. I’m free to be with him... It was the most liberating feeling he had ever experienced.
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“Come on, Dad!”
Harry grinned as Lily grabbed his hand and tried to drag him faster down Diagon. He had firecalled the office that morning to let them know that he was taking the day off and had pretended to not hear the relief in Kingsley’s voice. He knew he had been incredibly distracted by what was going on with the lawyers and Ginny and Lily, but he had hoped that he was managing to keep it together at work, at least. Apparently he had been wrong and it seemed that the office could run itself quite well without him for the time being.
“Just a second, Lil, didn’t you want to go to the bookstore?” Harry paused outside said store and watched with amusement as Lily tried to decide between continuing to wherever it was she had been trying to drag him and her love for books. “We can look for that one Draco mentioned.”
That seemed to decide the matter for her and she rushed past him and into the potions book aisle. Draco had bowed out of coming with them to Diagon that day, stating that he had work he needed to catch up on. Lily hadn’t seemed too disappointed, which Harry was grateful for. She had had enough disappointment in her life recently; she didn’t need any more. He smiled when she managed to find the beginner potions book Draco had told her about the night before almost straight away. It apparently had all the basics with clearer instructions than the one she was currently obsessively studying in preparation for her going off to Hogwarts the next year.
“That was quick.”
“Mmhm.”
Harry grinned again. Years of experience with Hermione had taught him when to leave a reader alone, so he wandered through the store, occasionally stopping to read the spine of an interesting-looking book. He wound up at the back of the store, in the place he had cornered Draco a month previously and received his first blowjob. It had been an unconscious move, but it brought back memories that sent warmth shooting through his stomach. This was the place that he considered to be the true start to their relationship, the place where Draco had finally decided that he was worth the effort. He moved slowly over to the spot against the wall and took a deep breath. He knew it was ridiculous, but he could have sworn he could still smell the musk of their time together.
“Dad?”
Harry jumped and spun around, trying desperately to not look guilty. “Ready to go?”
“Yeah, this looks really good.”
Harry trailed after her towards the counter and paid more for the book than he usually spent on his own clothing. He was mentally grumbling about Malfoys and their endless supply of money when he realised exactly which shop he had followed Lily into: Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. He froze and glanced wildly around the shop, looking for the shock of red hair that would indicate that either Ron or George was in that day. Thankfully, all he saw was a couple of girls on the counter and helping the customers and he let out a breath he hadn’t realised he had been holding. Maybe they could get whatever Lily wanted and get out again before Harry was confronted with his angry brothers-in-law. Guilt and frustration warred with each other in his chest, fighting to be felt first. He knew he should have spoken to Ron before this, but with all the insanity that had surrounded his outing in the papers, he had simply pushed certain things back until a more appropriate time.
“Lil? Is there something in here you want?” He stepped up behind her, still glancing around for either Ron or George.
“To shop,” she replied with a long-suffering sigh as though Harry was the dimmest person she had ever met. “Come on.”
Harry found himself looking over his shoulder every few seconds as Lily literally dragged him through the store. He could tell that she was becoming exasperated with his inattention, but a confrontation in public was really not what he wanted, especially when Lily was right there. His paranoia continued to grow as the minutes stretched on and the dread it was causing felt as though it was doing bad things to his insides, but neither Ron nor George made an appearance. When Lily finally turned to face him with an armload of things, relief rushed through him. He hurried her over to the counter and paid the cashier as quickly as possible. They made it out the door without incident and Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He turned to make his way down to the Leaky so they could floo out of Diagon, but stopped in his tracks when he came face-to-face with Ron.
“Hugo, look what Dad bought me!”
Lily and Hugo rushed back into the store, but Harry stood frozen outside, his eyes locked with Ron’s. The dread that had dissipated hit him full-force again and his Auror instincts kicked into overdrive. He knew exactly how to get them both out of this situation without a fight within a few seconds; all he would have to do was run back inside and grab Lily away from Hugo. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, he steeled himself for what was coming.
“Ron.”
“Harry.”
Taking it as a good sign that he hadn’t been punched yet, Harry tried again. “How are you?”
“Fine.”
It was obvious by the clipped tone to the word that Ron intended that to be all he said to Harry that day. He stepped forward and made to push past Harry, but Harry was too quick for him. Clamping his hand around Ron’s wrist, Harry held him where he was and forced him to meet his eyes.
“Come grab a cuppa or something with me.” Now that he had him there, Harry saw no reason why he shouldn’t at least try to get his side of the story across to Ron. “Or we can take the kids to Fortescue’s.”
“Hey, yeah, can we go get ice cream, Dad?” Hugo moved up and tugged on Ron’s other sleeve. “Please?”
“Ice cream? Are we going to Fortescue’s, Dad?” Lily appeared behind Hugo, her eyes wide and pleading.
Harry had to bite back a smile as Ron sighed and rubbed his free hand across his eyes. He knew that Ron had just as much trouble telling Hugo ‘no’ as he did with Lily. Nerves fluttered through Harry’s stomach when Ron gave an irritable jerk of his head and turned to march off to the ice cream parlour. The two kids ran after him, leaving Harry to bring up the rear. Harry had to fight back the memories of the last time he had been to Fortescue’s – the same day as the bookshop – as he entered. This was neither the time nor the place for him to become distracted by thoughts of Draco. He smiled at the girl behind the counter as he walked up.
“I’ll have a small chocolate sundae, please. Lily?” He glanced down to where she was standing at his feet.
“I want the really big one with the strawberry topping.”
Harry raised an eyebrow but ordered her treat anyway. It didn’t take long for the girl to scoop out their order and Lily immediately took off with Hugo over to the brightly painted children’s chairs the store had installed a few years back. Relief rushed through him when he realised he wouldn’t have to invent an excuse to pull Ron aside and speak to him. Meeting Ron’s eyes, Harry followed silently when he turned and stalked away. It looked like Ron wasn’t going to make this easy, not that Harry blamed him. It wasn’t long after Harry had sat down on one side of the booth that Ron spoke.
“My sister.”
Harry fought back the urge to wince. “I know.”
Silence surrounded them for long enough that Harry began to fidget. Slowly mashing his sundae into a gloopy mess, he could feel his guilt over the situation beginning to overwhelm him. Ron had been the one of his friends who hadn’t thought that he marrying Ginny had been a good idea and although he had come to accept it, Harry had the feeling that Ron must be feeling justified in his doubts now. Not that Harry thought that Ron had had any kind of inkling that he was gay, but he figured that this was enough proof for Ron to feel that he had been right all along. Harry was on the verge of allowing his guilt to take over and begin apologising for everything he had ever done when Ron spoke again.
“Was she really sleeping with other men?”
Harry’s head snapped up so fast he felt his shoulder muscles objecting. Ron was eyeing him with a strange mix of trepidation and defiance that caused Harry to hope that he would be open to listening to the full story without trying to hex him.
“I’ve only spoken to one of them, but he confirmed it. I saw her with the owner of the Harpies, Rhys, and they looked cosy, but nothing happened between them while I was watching. When I followed them, I got him alone and he admitted that he and Ginny had been together for six months back when we were first married and that she was currently shopping around for someone else. Ginny herself admitted to me that there have been others. I–”
“Wait.” Ron held up a hand to silence Harry. “What about you?”
Harry took a deep breath. “Draco is the only other person I have been with since Ginny and I first started dating again after the War.” When Ron didn’t respond, Harry continued. “I’m sorry. For everything. I know I should have handled it better and that I shouldn’t have started anything with someone when I was still married. I also know that nothing I can say will be sufficient and that I can never make up for disappointing you and the family like I have. I’ve never fucked anything up this badly before and I don’t know how to make things better with you and the family. All I can do is hope that one day you’ll all be willing to hear me out.”
The uncomfortable silence returned after this little speech. Harry ducked his head, choosing to focus on the gloop his sundae had turned into instead of having to watch Ron. Molly, George and Ron were always going to be the ones who would have the most difficulty with this break-up, but Harry was still holding onto the ridiculous hope that one day they would be able to forgive him just a little. Of course it was completely natural for them to side with Ginny over him, but the hope was still there, no matter what he did or told himself. He estimated that Ron left him stewing in the growing feeling of doubt for a few minutes before he heard a noise that caused him to glance back up.
“You have been my brother for over twenty years, Harry. But...” Harry’s stomach dropped into his shoes when Ron paused. “Malfoy, Harry.”
Harry’s eyes closed and his head dropped down again as pain shot through him. He had known that if Ron – or any of the Weasleys for that matter – ever accepted that he and Ginny weren’t together anymore, then Draco would be a stumbling point. The problem, as Harry saw it, was that while the Weasleys had decided to not speak to him over this, he had grown closer to Draco. They hadn’t seen the development of their relationship and were unlikely to accept that Harry loved him. Hell, even if they had seen their relationship developing, Harry thought it unlikely that any of them would accept Draco. He swallowed down the fear over what was about to happen and raised his head, determined to not allow Ron to think that he was ashamed at all.
“I know. I know that your families have never gotten along and that he’s done horrible things to many of you. Believe me, I know. But...” He trailed off and threw himself back against the back of the booth seat, unable to express that he had fallen for him.
“Did he force you, Harry?”
“What? No! I...” Harry paused again, surprise causing him to stutter a little. “I – I... No, no, he didn’t force me. I... No.”
Ron eyed him with disbelief for a few seconds before speaking again. “You went into a public toilet and willingly had sex with Draco Malfoy?”
“I, no, I...” Harry huffed out a frustrated breath. “This wasn’t planned. I honestly didn’t have a single clue that I was anything other than straight and happily married until this happened. I didn’t know about me, I didn’t know about Ginny and what she’d been up to and all I was planning on doing was taking a leak, I swear.”
Once again, Ron stared at him for a while. It appeared to Harry as though Ron was trying to work him out; studying him as though he was a completely new species he had just discovered.
“I don’t understand, Harry, I’m sorry. I understand that you can have sex with anyone, even someone you hate, but you and Malfoy? If he didn’t force you, then how the hell did it happen? I mean, you nearly killed him in sixth year and he nearly killed me and set Greyback on Bill. I get that you both saved the other during the War, but that can’t have been enough to start anything. You have hated each other practically your entire lives and now all of a sudden you’re together and happy? I can’t believe that.”
Putting aside the now almost certain knowledge that Ron would never be able to accept his relationship with Draco, Harry chose to focus on the slightly more positive part of things. “Is that the only thing you object to? That you don’t see how Draco and I could choose to be together?” The tiny, determined spark of hope that had begun to form in Harry’s chest over the course of the conversation flared again. He didn’t want to lose his best friend – or his family – because of this and if he could start the reconciliation process that day, then he would. Leaning forward, he met Ron’s eyes and held his gaze. “You and your family are the only true family have ever known and I don’t want to lose any of you. I know that this is going to cause a huge gap between us and I’m not expecting you to accept that I want to be with Draco, but maybe we can work things out sometime in the future? I understand that you have to stand with Ginny; she’s your real sister after all. But maybe...”
Ron broke eye contact and stared down at the tabletop, his jaw clenching sporadically. Harry stayed silent, willing him to not just walk out, needing him to give him some kind of confirmation that one day everything would be alright. He knew that it was probably a long shot, but all he wanted was a small sign that his best friend – his brother – would be able to forgive him one day.
“Ginny’s planning something for the Ball on Friday. I don’t know what, but she’s going to do something.” Ron stood then, meeting Harry’s eyes. “I can’t guarantee that things will go back to what they used to be; something this major will change everything between us. But one day... Yeah.”
Harry sat back in his seat again, a combination of relief and confusion sending his mind spinning in all different directions. Instead of focussing on the bad, however, he focussed on the good: there was hope that one day he could have his family back.
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