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Erotes	By : Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 70637 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 19
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AN: Chapter 27; Not a particularly long one but I hope you enjoy it none the less. ^_^ Also please do come and chat with me on facebook; where I will post updates on my progress. If you would like to be friends with me there, there is a link on my bio. Enjoy.
Warnings: Swearing, slash and Adult themes, sexual content. For full warnings see story description.
Thank you to my beta, AchillesTheGeek.

(Note: This is the updated edited version of the chapter. Updated 30/11/2015)

As Harry lay in bed late that night, his boyfriend asleep in his arms, he was glad that Draco had felt comfortable to ask Narcissa to stay, and even more pleased that she had agreed. Draco's happiness about his mother staying in their spare room for the night would have been reason enough on its own; however, Harry was finding more and more that he too enjoyed her company. His relationship with her was proving to be nothing like the jokes he had heard about nightmare mother-in-laws.
His mind wandered back to earlier that day. Draco had been grumbling about the hot flashes that were still waking him up in the night, when Harry had come back to their rooms.
“Just be glad you aren’t having bad morning sickness,” Narcissa told him. “I remember with you that I could barely keep anything down for months. The healers couldn't find anything to ease it either”
Draco pulled a face. He could remember how awful the few occasions of morning sickness he had had had been, and he was endlessly grateful that the anti-nausea potions seemed to be particularly effective for him. Though he was glad he didn't have to take them often; they might work, but still tasted foul.
"He hasn't even been that moody," Harry said, placing a kiss on the top of Draco's head as walked past. "Well, no more than usual," he added with a teasing grin and he had to move quickly to avoid the back of Draco's hand when his boyfriend swung at him.
Narcissa chuckled softly. "Well boys, I think I shall head off to bed; I hope you don't mind me commandeering your second bedroom, Harry," she asked with a kindly smile.
"You're staying?" Harry asked, turning to look at her and spotting Draco's frown. "Of course I don't mind," he said quickly, not wanting either Narcissa or Draco to misunderstand. "Sorry, I was just surprised."
"That's quite okay, dear; this was a spur-of-the-moment thing," Narcissa explained. "I had not intended to stay overnight, however, Draco has successfully persuaded me."
"Not exactly a difficult task, Mother," Draco pointed out. He really had barely done anything more than suggest the idea and give her his best kicked puppy expression. He vaguely wondered if he should be concerned by her deciding to spend time with him out of the blue, but he was too pleased to have her around to question it much.
"Touché, my love," Narcissa conceded, kissing her son on the cheek before getting to her feet. "Goodnight to you both," she said, placing a hand on Harry's shoulder as she headed off towards the smaller bedroom, leaving the young couple alone.
As she retired for the night, Narcissa thought how lovely it was to watch the two of them comfortable enough with each other, even with her presence there, to tease one another. It didn't entirely alleviate her concerns about their communication though; after all, the two of them might love each other now, but they spent the previous five years of their lives as rivals, hurling nothing but insults and spells at each other. She was amazed that they were functioning as well as they were, but, with a determined intention to help it stay that way, she decided she would speak with Harry before she left the next day.
-#-
Narcissa Black had always been a morning person and so it was no surprise to her, when she ventured out into the living area, that she was awake before either of Harry or Draco. She was just considering calling a house elf to fetch her some clothes for the day, when she spotted a package on the coffee table, with a note on top.
‘Dearest Mother,
I spoke with Adrien and he flooed these over for you,
Love Draco'
She smiled at the short note and placed it one side while she opened the box. Inside was simply a change of clothes, neatly folded, and the ointments and such that she always used for her morning routine. She grinned a smile so wide she thought it might have reached her ears. Narcissa wasn't sure what pleased her most; that her son had thought to ask Adrien for these things at all; that Adrien knew her well enough to send exactly the right things; or that the pair of them had worked together so perfectly.
She hadn't felt quite certain that divorcing Lucius had been the right decision, not until that very moment. It made her heart feel lighter, even with all the challenges that she, Adrien and Draco were all likely to face in the near future. Though the thought of her ex-husband did make her decide to visit him and Severus before leaving Hogwarts, to see if the two grown men had managed worked anything out for themselves.
By the time a very sleepy-looking Harry emerged from the other bedroom, Narcissa was already dressed and already looking every bit a respectable woman of society she prided herself in being. A strangely familiar house elf had brought her a wonderful selection of mini French pastries and sliced fresh fruit for breakfast, as soon as she had taken a seat the living area. Narcissa was not exactly accustomed to eating whilst not sat at a table, but she was making do. It was completely worth it when she discovered how light and crisp the pastries were; not to mention how succulent and perfectly ripe the fruit was.
"Morning," Harry said though a stifled yawn as he rubbed as his eyes.
"Good morning, Harry," she replied kindly to her almost-son-in-law as he plodded his way across the room, apparently still half-asleep. "Would you care for some breakfast? It really is most excellent."
"Oh, no thanks, I'll grab something in the Great Hall before class," Harry told her, looking at Narcissa speculatively. "It's really early; how do you look so... nice at this time in the morning?" he asked, as he flopped down into one of the armchairs.
"I find it helps not to make a habit of lounging around in my night clothes," Narcissa said, with a scathing look at the pyjamas he was wearing.
Harry blushed. He hadn't really been awake enough to properly register the fact that he was walking around in his pyjamas in front of his boyfriend's rather proper mother until then, and he was now extremely thankful that his mate had insisted replacing his old ones that had been full of holes. It had become normal for him now to put off getting dressed until Draco woke up and nagged him into getting ready to leave their rooms. Apparently the getting-dressed-as-soon-as-you-are-awake thing was something Draco had learned from Narcissa; it was a realisation that Harry found surprisingly endearing.
"I'll, erm... " Harry said rather awkwardly, pointing back towards his and Draco's bedroom as he got to his feet, intending to go and get washed and dressed quickly.
"Sit back down," Narcissa instructed sternly and Harry obeyed before it occurred to him not to. "Draco explained that the pair of you have had a difficult week or so, and no, he did not give me details," she added at Harry's slightly horrified expression. "What has me concerned is this use of the bond he mentioned."
"Which bit of it?" Harry asked with confusion; the bond had done nothing but great things for their relationship as far as he was concerned and Narcissa had never expressed any objections to the pair of them before now. Though he supposed that she hadn't had a great deal of opportunity to, nor much say in the matter.
"As I understand it, you are able to show each other what you are feeling?" Narcissa said and it was perhaps the most hesitant he had ever heard Draco's mother; normally she was full of confidence. Harry figured it was likely because she was not particularly keen on, nor used to, prying into Draco's love life.
"We can," Harry confirmed slowly, not quite sure where this was going. "We don't need it often, but sometimes... when we have very different thoughts on something..." he tried to explain, but he wasn't sure he was doing a very good job of it; he would never have Draco or Narcissa's eloquence.
"I am glad to hear you are not entirely relying on this," Narcissa told him with a small nod of approval. "Though I hope that the two of you are actually discussing the causes of these... disagreements," she added, fixing him a very stern look.
Harry opened his mouth to offer assurances but cut himself off before he spoke, biting his lip as he tried to think that over. 'Do we talk about that?' he wondered to himself, as he tried to remember. "We are learning to," he told her after a few moments more of consideration. "We are!" he insisted as she gave him a disbelieving look. "I am sure you are aware that Draco doesn't exactly like to talk about what is going on in his head," Harry said with a wry smile towards his closed bedroom door.
"He gets that from his Father," Narcissa said with a sigh, thinking about all the troubles that she and Lucius had had over their years together. "Well, mostly," she amended with a little smile at Harry, knowing that she too was not particularly comfortable overt expression of emotion.
Harry smiled back. "It's okay, I know and love Draco just as he is and I have little interest in changing that," he promised. "However, I will work on getting him to realise that, with me at least, he can open up. Hopefully he will come to trust that I am not going to go around telling everyone all the things he thinks make him vulnerable."
"Then I am sure I have nothing to worry about," Narcissa told him, with a genuine smile and looking far more content. "Now," she went on, keen to change the subject away from such personal matters, "why don't you see to making yourself more suitably attired for being in your boyfriend's mother’s presence?”
"Yes, ma’am!" Harry agreed quickly as he all but jumped up from his seat and hurried back into their bedroom, leaving a very amused Narcissa behind in the living room to pour herself another cup of tea.
-#-
It was another half an hour before Draco and Harry came out of their bedroom, both suitably dressed for the school day. Narcissa had to resist the urge to roll her eyes at her son, who was trying to reach up and fix Harry's hair. Harry, on the other hand, clearly had other ideas and was trying to bat him off.
"It isn't ever going to lie flat, love," Harry told Draco as he managed to get a gentle hold on Draco's wrists and he pulled his boyfriend towards him to steal a chaste kiss. "You might as well get used to it, because it is hereditary; baby might get this crazy excuse for hair too," Harry teased, placing a hand on Draco's belly.
"If my child gets your hair, I might just cry," Draco told him petulantly, causing Harry to laugh happily; he knew better than to actually take his mate's words personally. Draco scowled even further before turning from his mate with a huff.
"Now now, Draco," Narcissa chastised lightly. "I am quite sure that any child of yours and Harry's will be beautiful." The two of them turned to look at the woman, who was sat in one of the chairs, one knee hooked gracefully over the other.
"Well, of course," Draco declared smugly, as though ever thinking otherwise would be nothing shy of madness. "With me as their... mother..." He paused and scrunched up his nose at that. "That is weird," he stated, not really sure how he felt about the maternal term being applied to him.
"I am going to go get some breakfast," Harry said, pressing a kiss to Draco's cheek. "I don't mind if you want to stay here instead," he told his mate as the blond turned to look him. "And feel free to stay as long as you like," he added with a smile in Narcissa's direction.
"That is very kind of you, Harry," Narcissa said as she got to her feet. "However, I really should get back to Paris soon." She was glad to have had time with her son, but she was also concerned about Adrien.
"I will stay for a bit," Draco decided, wanting to make the most of the time with his mother before she left. "I'll see you in class," he said, going up on tiptoes to press a kiss to Harry's lips.
"Okay, but have Dobby bring you some breakfast," Harry instructed, holding onto his mate's arms. "And make sure you drink plenty, otherwise you know you'll get a headache; and leave in plenty of time so you don't have to run to class; and..."
"HARRY!" Draco interrupted, shaking his head in fond exasperation. "I know all this. Now go get some food and spend five minutes with your friends, I can take care of myself."
"Sorry! I will see you later," Harry said before kissing Draco's temple. He knew he was being overly protective, but he couldn't help it; thankfully Draco didn't seem to mind too much. "It was lovely to see you again, Narcissa," he added, giving her another smile as he headed towards the door.
"You too, Harry," she said with a genuine smile as he stepped out of their rooms and headed for the Great Hall.
-#-
"Hermione, I think I might be hallucinating," Ron said in a very carrying whisper, causing her to look up at him with a confused but concerned expression. "I can see someone who looks a lot like Harry Potter sitting next to me, but there isn't a Malfoy in sight."
"Hilarious, Ron," Harry said in a dry tone, but he was smiling as he helped himself to a large serving of porridge which he covered in honey.
"Is Draco okay?" Hermione asked, apparently deciding to ignore Ron's remark now she realised he was just being a little facetious. Harry was kind of touched by the genuine worry in her voice.
"He is fine," Harry assured her, pouring himself a goblet of juice. "So, Neville," he said, turning to his friend, "do you have any idea what's going on with Dean?" He wanted to change the subject quickly; the breakfast table was definitely not a place he wanted to be while talk about Narcissa Black visiting Hogwarts.
"Oh yeah," Ron eagerly chimed in, latching onto the topic just like Harry had hoped, "Dean made it sound like he had seen Seamus with someone." Neville nearly spat his drink out at this point but managed to stop himself quick enough to just end up with a little dribbling down his chin, which he wiped off with his robe sleeve.
"I erm... I wouldn't know anything about that," Neville told them. "Just remembered, I really need to ask Professor Sprout about something I read yesterday," Neville said as he scrambled rather awkwardly to his feet due to his haste. "I'll, yeah, I'll see you guys in class."
Harry, Ron and Hermione watched as their classmate hurried for the door. It was completely spectacular timing that had Seamus and Dean walk through the doorway just as Neville reached it. The three boys paused there, and were obvious talking about something in hushed whispers for a few moments, before Dean dragged the other two out into the hallway.
"You don't think...?" Harry asked Ron, his eyes wide with surprise. He had been joking the other day when he had speculated about who Dean might have caught Seamus with, but now he was wondering if he had been on point.
"That Seamus and ....?" Ron said, looking baffled as he glanced towards the doorway that their friends had just gone through.
"I think it is kind of sweet," Hermione told them with a soft, dreamy smile on her face. Apparently she was really taken with the idea Seamus and Neville together.
"So you really think that Neville and Seamus are... you know...?" Harry asked.
"Honestly, Harry," Hermione said with a dramatic and put-upon sigh, "given that you currently live with your pregnant boyfriend, you would think that you could at least say the word ‘sex’."
"Please tell me that Dean is straight," Ron said with a groan, stabbing at his breakfast, "or else it seems that I will be the only Gryffindor guy in our year who is. Not that I have a problem with any of you being gay," he added quickly at Harry's slightly hurt expression, "but it would be kind of weird knowing I have spent all these years sleeping in a room full of gay guys."
"Ronald!" Hermione exclaimed in obvious outrage.
"What? I said I didn't have a problem with it," Ron insisted. Harry shook his head and laughed quietly at his friend's ignorance. Hermione, however, was apparently not feeling so lenient.
"That, Ron, is not the point..." Hermione said huffily. But at that point Harry tuned them out; he didn't really care what point Hermione was trying to make. In his book, if Ron could accept that he was happy with Draco, and that Neville might be happy with Seamus, then that was good enough for Harry. Beyond that Ron could feel weird about whatever he liked.
"So what cheesy thing are you and Draco doing for Valentine's Day tomorrow?" Ginny asked as she dropped into the seat next to Harry, on the opposite side of the table to Ron, who was still debating passionately with Hermione.
Harry looked up in alarm at Ginny's words. "Valentine's Day?" he asked, praying that he had misheard her or something. Things had been so crazy as of late that he wasn't even completely sure what the date was.
"Yeah, it's tomorrow, Harry," Ginny told him with an exasperated sigh. "You know, the day when couples are supposed to do all sorts of sappy couple-things..." she added when Harry continued to just stare at her blankly, a spoonful of porridge halfway to his mouth. "You haven't planned anything, have you?" she realised.
"Not a thing," Harry admitted bluntly, letting his spoon drop back into his bowl. "I didn't even know it was tomorrow. What the hell do I do?" he asked her urgently, crossing his arms and leaning on the table. "Will Draco even want to do couple-things?"
Ginny shrugged at that. "You're the one who is bonded with him, not me," she pointed out. "And thank goodness for that, because as pretty as he might be, I so couldn't be with someone that high maintenance and..."
"Ginny..." Harry interrupted pleadingly. "I really could do with your help here. I should do something, right?"
"I don't know, probably," she told him vaguely. She did feel a little bad for not being able to help him when he looked so worried, but then, at least she had brought it up at all, otherwise Harry would have been in a potentially much more awkward situation the next day. "Aren't you supposed to know these kind of things about your significant other?"
"Probably," Harry admitted with a small whimper, resting his forehead on the table.
"Harry?" Hermione asked with concern, having noticed the rather abrupt change in her friend's mood, not to mention the tufts of his hair that were getting covered in porridge and honey.
"I am a terrible boyfriend," Harry grumbled rather pathetically. He felt he really should have been able to think of something that Draco would like, or at least know if his mate would want that kind of fuss made over him; though he was thinking that Draco would want something.
"Well admittedly," Ron said as he added a few more pieces of bacon to his plate, "I don't think the porridge-in-your-hair look is really Malfoy's thing but..."
"Shit," Harry exclaimed, hastily sitting up and reaching up to feel his hair.
"Don't do that," Ginny chastised as, in a show of great dexterity, she managed to grab his wrists before he could make the mess worse. "Honestly," she said with a sigh, as Hermione cast a cleaning charm. It effectively removed the porridge, however, it also made Harry's hair persistently scruffy hair stick up even more than usual. Several of the people around him, including Ron, tried to hide their laughter.
“It’s sticking up again, isn’t it?” Harry asked tiredly, already knowing the answer. He was just worried about what his mate would say when he arrived in class with his hair an even worse mess that it had been that morning, particularly given Draco’s earlier efforts to flatten it.
"Better that than porridge in your hair," Ron pointed out with an amused grin.
"True," Harry conceded with a wry smile as he imagined what Draco would say if he did catch him in such a state. "Though it's not going to matter what my hair looks like if I can't figure out what to do about tomorrow," he added grumpily, pushing his breakfast away.
"Don't worry, I am sure you will work something out," Ginny assured him confidently. "And, besides, if Malfoy really loves you then he won't care if you fuck up," she added with a grin.
Sometimes the Weasleys weren't particularly helpful, Harry decided.
-#-
"Are you completely incapable of feeling empathy for anyone?!" Severus yelled at his lover as he paced across the room towards the other man.
"I am aware of the concept, but I fail to see what purpose it would serve," Lucius droned in a calm voice, barely looking up from his book.
"It might mean that your only son doesn't give up on being a Malfoy," Severus told him through clenched teeth. There were times like this when even he found Lucius' arrogance too much to deal with. "With the way things have been between the two of you lately, I am fairly sure that Draco is on the verge of doing so; you have made him believe that he is never going to be good enough for you."
"Draco is a true Malfoy." Lucius' voice was calm but harsh as his eyes flicked up to his lover. Severus was standing stock still, glaring daggers at him. "My son knows his responsibilities. As long as Draco does not forget those, he will have proved himself worthy of the name."
It bothered Lucius greatly that Severus would presume to tell him how to interact with his son and he disagreed with the suggestions emphatically. The Potter boy was only going to teach Draco his ridiculous Gryffindor sensibilities and Lucius knew he would need to be tough on Draco or else risk him turning weak. And now that Draco's bond with Potter was forcing the Malfoy family to switch sides, it was inevitable that they would be distrusted by almost everyone, including whichever side emerged victorious in the end. They could not afford to appear weak, not now of all times.
Severus was determined though; he was convinced that Lucius was pushing Draco away and almost desperate in his need to help the man see it, despite Lucius' refusal to hear it. Severus was nothing if not stubborn and his affection for Lucius stretched just far enough to try and defend the man from himself.
In the week since Draco left the room in the dungeons so abruptly, they had argued the point many times. Severus was coming to accept that the direct approach was ineffective and so he believed he would have to enlist the assistance of others; however, the idea of working with Potter had made him procrastinate. Which was why they were arguing again.
"I didn't mean to interrupt," a female voice said, and the two men turned in sync to stare at Narcissa's head floating in the fireplace. "Is this a bad time?" she asked, looking between the two of them.
"Not at all, Narcissa," Lucius said politely before Severus had a chance to say anything to the contrary. "Please do come through; we were just discussing Draco," he said politely, as though he and Severus had just been engaging in a civil conversation.
"Lucius!" Severus snapped in frustration, rubbing at his eyes and taking a deep breath as Narcissa's head disappeared from the fire. Drawing his wand, he adjusted the wards to permit his lover's ex-wife to floo into the room. "Do you even remember that technically these are still my quarters and that you are a prisoner here?" he asked irritably.
"I believed you a capable enough wizard to be able to adjust the wards in time," Lucius commented casually, getting to his feet and giving Severus a patronising little bow.
"Really not the point," the potions master mumbled, his jaw clenched. He pointed ignored Lucius' smug expression and simply smiled at Narcissa instead, as she stepped into the room and cleaned the smatterings of ash from her clothes with an elegant flourish of her wand.
Narcissa sat herself in the closest chair, both of her hands placed on her knee, ever the picture of elegance. "So the two of you were discussing Draco?" she asked, smiling at them expectantly.
"Yes, we were; but should you really be here, Narcissa?" Severus asked with concern, as both he and Lucius sat down as well. "Aren't you supposed to be in hiding?" He didn't understand what could be so important that she would risk coming to see them.
"I was visiting with Draco and Harry. I borrowed their spare room for the night," Narcissa told them dismissively, not liking the change of subject. "I am only here because I thought I would give the two of you my best before I head back to Paris. But regarding Draco," she persisted, "is something the matter? Something the boys neglected to tell me?"
"I am sure you know better than us, but I believe they are both in good health," Severus assured the clearly worried mother. "I was simply trying to stop your fool of an ex-husband from destroying his last chance of a relationship with his son."
Narcissa sighed softly, genuine sadness in her eyes as she looked to Lucius. She appreciated Severus' efforts but was sure that the man was fighting a lost cause; she too lamented the days when Lucius would actually speak to Draco, would let Draco see that his father loved him.
"I will not make the boy any weaker than he already is!" Lucius snapped, all but jumping up from his chair in annoyance, clearly trying to make himself imposing. Narcissa, however, was far too used to such tactics and just continued to look at him sadly.
"You used to have conversations him, before he came to Hogwarts," Narcissa pointed out with regretful longing. "The two of you used to be close once, he used to look up to you."
"He was just a child," Lucius snarled impatiently. He felt as though he was under attack from two of the three people he had ever loved, all in the name of the third. Lucius loved his son but he felt no need to parade it around; he was certain that Draco was a smart enough boy to understand that. "But not now; he is sixteen years old and I will not baby our son, as you seem determined to do. He needs to learn to behave like a real man."
"He is a better man already at sixteen, than you have ever been in your life," Narcissa said; her was voice tense, as she restrained herself, her eyes glaring daggers at him.
Lucius lips curled into a sneer as he took a big stride towards his ex-wife; he would not let her speak to him that way. However, Severus quickly stepped between the two of them, his hand pressed against Lucius' chest, alarm flashing in his eyes.
"Lucius, please, don't," Severus said, his tone stern. He grabbed hold of Lucius' wrists when the man went to push him aside. "Stop this!" he demanded, all but pressing himself against Lucius' chest as he looked up at the taller man.
It was almost intimate and too much for Lucius. "Get off me!" he yelled, suddenly yanking his hands free. He would not have Severus displaying their... their... fraternisation in front of Draco's mother. "Who do you think you are, to touch me like that?!"
Severus stumbled back a couple of paces and he felt Narcissa's hands on his back supporting him. "Oh, I don't know," Severus sneered, trying to hide the pain he felt. "I thought for a minute there I might have been the man you loved. A foolish thought!"
"A foolish thought indeed. I will never love any man, let alone you!" Lucius yelled back, striding forward and deliberately towering over the two of them.
"Lucius!" Narcissa yelled in shock. She knew that her ex-husband could be a hurtful man, but she had not expected for him to spit such spiteful words at Severus.
Severus, however, could do nothing but stare at Lucius in disbelief, his worst nightmare happening before his eyes. Foolish was definitely the word. He should have been stronger, he should never have agreed to have Lucius there in his own personal space. His rooms were filled with memories now, of smiles and looks and kisses and touches; it was polluted with moments that would never happen again and would never leave him alone. He was realising now that would have to spend the rest of his years being haunted by the few months when he dared to dream, and he couldn't stand it.
"I'm done," Severus said; his voice was so weak that it didn't even sound like him to his own words. It was all he could do not to scream, not to cry, but he would not let himself be humiliated so. His breath was catching in his throat and he had to get out; now, and permanently.
Narcissa and Lucius stood like statues as they watched the potions master step out from between them and walk out the door, without another word. The door to the rooms slammed behind him, making the sound resonate through the otherwise silent rooms.
"You are the real fool here, Lucius," Narcissa said in a quiet voice, but her tone had razor sharp edges that cut into her ex-husband. "He loved you, and you just condemned yourself to live and die alone. Stay away from my son until you learn to grow up."
And with that she stepped into the floo and left, returning to the wonderful man who she now gave her heart to willingly. The man who could return her affections and make her happy.
Lucius was left alone; truly alone and wondering what had just happened. He felt like his whole world had just walked out on him. He felt numb and confused. 'Wasn't this what I wanted?' he asked himself; he was stronger now, his weaknesses had just walked out on him and so he couldn't understand why he felt so nauseous about it.
-#-
"I'll catch up with you," Draco told his mate quickly as they were let out of the class just before lunch, going up on tiptoes to place a quick kiss on the corner of a rather stunned Harry's lips.
"Oh... yeah, sure..." Harry mumbled as he watched Draco head off down the corridor, in the direction Crabbe and Goyle had just gone.
"We'll go with him," Pansy assured Harry quickly, grabbing Blaise by the arm and dragging him off after Draco before Harry had a chance to say anything on the matter.
"Vince!" Draco called out, from where he was just ahead of them down the corridor. "Greg?!" However, neither of the two Slytherin boys stopped, and Draco slowed his pace. Pansy and Blaise quickly caught up with their purple-winged friend, who was now standing in the middle of the hallway, frowning in confusion. "What the hell is that all about?" Draco asked, as Pansy and Blaise came to stand on either side of him.
"What do you mean?" Blaise asked, knowing full well what Draco meant.
Draco turned to glare at Blaise; the other Slytherin was no fool and that he was pretending to be ignorant made Draco suspicious of him. "They are avoiding me. I wasn't sure until now, but..." Draco turned back to the corner he had watched Crabbe and Goyle hurry around.
"I am sure they just had to get somewhere. I mean, it is lunch time and you know how Vince and Greg are with food," Pansy suggested, giving Blaise a concerned look that Draco completely missed.
"Pansy is probably right," Blaise chimed in. Neither of them really wanted Draco asking too many questions about what had really chased Vince and Greg away. "I bet they have a secret stash of food somewhere."
"Hmm... maybe," Draco hummed, not believing a word of it. He was starting to wonder if he could trust any of his friends and he hated his father for putting that doubt in his head. He wanted to believe in them but he couldn't risk his unborn child's life on it. "Come on," he said, as he turned and headed in the direction of the Great Hall.
Pansy turned to follow, but was stopped by Blaise's hand on her arm, holding her back until Draco was a little way down the corridor.
"We have to tell him," Blaise whispered into her ear.
"No..." Pansy whispered back, through gritted teeth. "I can't, he will never trust me again."
"It might already be too late for that," Blaise said under his breath as he realised his grip on Pansy, who glared at him for a moment before hurrying off after their friend. "I really hope I’m wrong, though," he said quietly to himself. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he followed at a sedate pace; he could only hope that their friendships could survive the troubles ahead.
-#-
Harry had spent all morning fretting about what he was going to do for Valentine's Day and all in all he was feeling like a pretty poor excuse for a boyfriend. He had come to the conclusion that Draco would want him to do something but he honestly had no idea just how romantic Draco would want him to be, which in turn was making him worry about what Draco might have planned. He was praying that his boyfriend knew him well enough not to put on some public display.
Harry was determined make the day something special for his mate. However, he couldn't help but be extra nervous, knowing how volatile Draco's moods could be at the best of times, even when he wasn't three months pregnant.
Harry was really wishing Ginny had mentioned it a day sooner so that he could have spoken with Narcissa about it before she left. He had briefly considered writing her a letter or asking Dumbledore if he could floo call her, but he didn't want to compromise the safety and security of her and Adrien's home over what should be a simple romantic gesture.
It was best to keep it simple, he decided. 'Simple…' he thought to himself, biting his lip as he mulled it over, 'like…? Hmm...' And then it came to him, and he broke into a smile, feeling a lot better now he had settled on an idea in his mind. He would need a little help though, he realised, and so he promised to catch his friends up and ducked into a bathroom, glad to see it was empty.
"Dobby," he called out quietly, hoping no one would come in and see him talking to a house-elf in a bathroom. That might raise a few awkward questions.
There was a little pop and the large-eyed elf appeared. "Mr Harry Potter, sir," Dobby said with a low bow. "How can Dobby be helpings you?" the little elf asked, looking up at him eagerly.
Harry smiled. "I need you to do me a favour."

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Review Responses:
Delia Cerrano - Harry and Draco gave the information for the article, they wanted to be in control of how the public found out about them.
Eros - Yes, I love Narcissa, in my story anyway. ;) I see what you mean about the summary, I will consider re-phrasing it now we are a lot further into the story. I didn't really know exactly where I was going with it when I first started writing it, but now I have a strong idea.
Luminari_Lilium -All will be revealed about the letters in time, but I would love to hear any theories you have about them.
ChaosLady - Draco isn't really ready to talk quite so bluntly about his feelings but he is finding the bond is helping him at least understand Harry's better, which is helping to teach him empathy, something which doesn't come naturally to him. That alone is going to be a strong basis for how their relationship will function. In time though, Harry will want Draco to learn to talk about these things (and will have to get better at talking about them himself).
Jan - Thank you, hope you enjoyed the chapter.
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