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Dragon Blood	By : Aline Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 55990 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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*Disclaimer: Harry Potter, and all the characters from it doesn’t belong to me, they belong to J. K. Rowling, I’m not gaining anything but fun from writing this.

Author’s note: I’m going to divide the Epilogue in two parts, the next and last chapter is just some semblance of how things got to be a few years later, but I think it deserved to stand alone. As a result, the two chapters are shorter than usual, that’s why I’m posting both of them the same day.

Chapter 27. Epilogue

Draco looked out the window to the luxurious garden that belonged to Malfoy Manor. He still missed Sally’s presence in his head, but was happy that his dragon was free and getting stronger in her own world. He was trying to get his own life together, so Sally would be proud of him. At the moment he was in the nursery, waiting for Harry to arrive for his daily visit. It had been three months since Voldemort’s defeat, and the wizarding world was still in chaos. Draco was glad that he had the manor, he knew that he wouldn’t feel safe anywhere else, not even at Hogwarts. There were too many people that wanted him to be under arrest, and questioned along with Lucius. The boy couldn’t suppress the shiver that ran down his spine whenever he thought about his father.

Lucius Malfoy wasn’t dead, as they had believed. He had been discovered in the dungeons of Riddle manor when the aurors had barged in, looking for any Death Eaters that could have returned to the place. It had turned out that Malfoy senior had been drained of magic. Of course, no one in St. Mungo’s had any idea of what could have happened, and those who had seen and been at Grimauld’s place at Voldemort’s attack hadn’t say a word. They had simply left the wizarding world to speculate and wonder at the fact that Lucius Malfoy was now technically a Squib.

The ministry had reorganized temporally, keeping the surviving Death Eaters and sympathizers on various safe houses, and some even in Hogwarts’ dungeons, until better arrangements could be made. Lucius, being his usual stuck up aristocrat, and having not realized just how much in trouble he had already been, had demanded the special treatment that all the old families’ Heads were entitled to. That would have meant been allowed to go home, and stay under house arrest until the day of his trial. He could have even wormed his way out of the house arrest, claiming that he had been a prisoner and not a Death Eater by choice. Unfortunately for him, he was no longer recognized as Head of his family. The moment he had lost his magic, the magical records had changed, and Draco now appeared in every magically legal paper as the Malfoy’s Head.

Draco had adamantly refused to see his father, and the house wards would not let Lucius get past the gate. Draco knew that even if he had wanted to welcome his father into the manor, the ancestral wards wouldn’t grant the man entrance. They had been constructed to never accept anyone without magic. Squibs were not welcome in the Malfoy family, and if one was born, it was immediately killed by the manor’s magic. Lucius apparently had been sure that there was a way for him to recover his magical core, but he needed his son’s cooperation, and Draco was definitely not going to give it. His father could go fuck himself. The blond boy had still to recover from the fact that Lucius had been all ready to kill him and his baby. He was not going to let the man anywhere near his daughter.

Fortunately, Draco had a lot of support from his mother, though it had not come easy. The woman had returned as soon as Snape had informed her that it was safe to do so. She had been utterly shocked when she had seen her son holding a newborn. She had even fainted when they had informed her that Draco had had an “accident”, consequence of the Dark Lord’s wrath, and that the baby was not only his, but Potter’s too. They never had quite explained their make-up version of what the “accident” had consisted of, and Narcissa hadn’t really wanted to know. She had been distant, and extremely put out for a few days before she could accept to see her son, and talk with him. She had finally processed the fact that her offspring was not only gay, but had managed to produce a child with another boy. She had refused to be told about how exactly such a thing had happened, and had only asked if the baby was magical. Then she had wished to see her granddaughter.

Harry had been apprehensive, and hadn’t liked the idea of Narcissa holding his baby girl. He had been with the wand ready when Draco had presented their daughter to the woman. He had been worried for nothing though, because as soon as Narcissa had looked to the infant’s little face, she had fallen in love with her. In retrospective, Draco thought that it could have been much worse. He’d never forget the relief he had felt when Narcissa had cooed to his daughter. He’d rather keep at least one parent on his side, and he had been extremely depressed when it had looked like his mother would not even talk to him anymore.

After that first rocky approach, things had gotten better with Narcissa. She and Draco had moved to the manor, where two very worried house-elves had been waiting instructions. Narcissa had helped Draco with his baby daughter, and had been the one to deal with the wizengamot about Lucius’ problem for him. The blond was eternally grateful to his mother.

Draco had taken Lillian with him. He and Harry had talked, and had made an agreement of sorts. They hadn’t really resolved their emotional issues, and Harry was still dubious or what exactly he wanted to do with their “relationship”. Draco had been relieved that the Gryffindor boy hadn’t been as angry as he had imagined, but really, Harry had had three weeks to calm down, while he had been in coma. Severus had told him about the fit that the dark haired boy had thrown when he had realized the truth. That had made Draco be grateful for having been unconscious at the time, even if Harry still hadn’t decided if he wanted to stay with him or not. However, one thing both of them had agreed on was that Lillian had taken priority. Harry had not wanted his little girl exposed to the press. It was bad enough that everyone was pressing him for an interview. They wanted him to explain the big tale about how he had finally destroyed Voldemort, and won the war.

Draco had been told about the battle. He had been baffled when Severus had explained the way the dark Lord had met his end. Harry’s dragon had explained afterwards that Voldemort hadn’t been fit to have a bond, not for lack of power or genealogy; it had been something far more important. The dragon’s bond was a soul-bond. That was the reason why the oldest dragons didn’t bond, the dragon could survive the dead of the wizard, but a wizard rarely survived the dead of the dragon. The dragon’s magic was primal, wild and pure, and when bonded it needed something equal to take root. A soul was the essence of the being. The purest, unadulterated energy that a wizard could offer. Something that the Dark Lord had solely lacked. In his quest for immortality, Riddle had made his first horcrux while still in school, thus fragmenting and corrupting his own soul way before his magic had developed to its full potential. His magical core hadn’t called for a dragon, because there had been nothing for the creature to bond with. What had kept Voldemort alive had been a deformed, twisted shadow that had still functioned as a soul, but had lost its purity forever. The mere contact with the dragon’s magic had been enough to destroy it, and with it the wretched creature that had been Riddle once. The dragon that had offered to attempt such a bond had been greatly weakened, and a younger one would have died on the spot. But it had been necessary. They had wanted to be sure that the danger had been truly taken care of. The dragons weren’t about to trust the wizards with such an important task as their own security and survival.

Of course, the bonded couldn’t explain that to the press, or anyone outside their circle for that matter. Regulus’ curse was still very much active. They were trying to break it. It was just impractical to not be able to explain the ritual of dragon bonding to people that still didn’t have it, but will have to do it. They had been damn lucky that no one had been killed by an annoyed Dragon. But so far, they still had to bear to be closed mouthed about everything regarding the Rainbow Dragons. So, the press had started to make its own conclusions, based on the tales of the survivors. Somehow Harry had ended up commanding an entire army of dragons, and ordering the most powerful of them to destroy Voldemort. Draco still didn’t know what to think about that particular version of the events.

Harry had refused to comment, and many reporters had been hunting him since. So, he had thought that Lillian would be safer staying with Draco. Malfoy manor guaranteed that no one would get near her, and he could still visit her as much as he wanted.

That had been their arrangement, nearly two months ago, and Harry hadn’t failed to present himself in the manor once. Until that moment.

Draco sighed, looking at the darkening garden. It was getting late. Lillian had been bathed and was asleep in her crib. He doubted that Harry would arrive that day. The visits were, after all, mainly for Lillian’s benefit. Draco should get used to the fact that there was nothing between Harry and himself, apart from having conceived a child together.

The blond got away from the window, and approached the crib. It was not the one that the twins had found at Grimmauld place, but it was beautiful nonetheless. Cedar made, with gothic details and a light, white cloth, covering it. Draco pulled away the fabric and looked at his baby girl for a while. Her hair had gotten slightly darker, but it was still a dark-honey colour. Her now closed eyes had gone a dark blue, almost the shade of the deep sea. He smiled and caressed the little head. She had grown a lot over the past month and was already sleeping the entire night, which was a blessing for him, and the house-elves that were always waiting on hand and foot to attend the small mistress.

He sighed again in melancholy at the thought that his little girl would not have the advantage of growing up in a family with two parents. Even when Harry dotted on her, and had been constant with his visits, it was not the same as actually living with her. Draco had once considered to let Harry take Lillian and be the one to do the visits, but he couldn’t bear the thought of been away from his baby. He needed her, and he loved her so much. Harry seemed to understand his feelings, and had promised him that he wouldn’t have to give away Lillian. Draco had, after all, been the one to carry her the entire pregnancy. It wouldn’t be fair to separate them.

Draco had offered Harry to come live with them in the manor, but the Gryffindor had refused. He still had much to consider about his life and how he wanted to lead it. He’d never abandon Lillian, but he needed space to think things over and reassert his own feelings. Draco really had had no choice but accept Harry’s decision. He had let the Gryffindor go physically, now he only needed to let go emotionally. He wondered if he’d ever be capable to stop wishing that things had been different. To stop hoping that Harry would want to stay with him.

He looked at his baby girl and caressed her soft hair a last time before closing the thin draperies around the crib again. At least he had his daughter, they were both alive to try and construct themselves a future. A future with magic. That was more than he had expected at a time.

He was about to leave the nursery to have dinner, when the door opened quietly and Harry poked his head cautiously inside. Draco blinked in surprise. He honestly hadn’t been waiting for the dark-haired boy to arrive anymore. Harry looked at him, and then at the crib before walking silently towards it. He spoke in a low voice while he did so.

“Is she asleep already?”

Draco breathed again, and nodded in confirmation. He didn’t trust himself to speak just yet. Harry looked embarrassed.

“Damn. I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to get here so late. I was in St. Mungo’s.”

“Oh. Something happened?” Asked Draco, really concerned about Harry’s well being. However, Harry didn’t look hurt or ill. The Gryffindor turned to him with a smile.

“Actually, yes. Ron has finally woken up!”

The look of excitement in Harry’s face was enough to make Draco smile.

“Oh, good. I’m happy for the Weasleys and Granger. I suppose she was beside herself.” He really meant it. The Weasleys had continued to support him, and they always sent their best wishes with Harry. Hermione, and the twins had even visited the manor to see him, and Lillian. Harry’s smile grew, and his voice got a bit louder without reaching its usual volume.

“Of course she was. She even cried all over poor Ron! Everyone is very happy right now.”

He thought Molly deserved a bit of happiness. After they had found Ginny’s body, the Weasley matron had been utterly devastated. She had been blaming herself for not paying more attention to her daughter. Fortunately she wouldn’t have to suffer another loss.

Suddenly, Harry seemed to blush, though it was already dark enough that Draco couldn’t be really sure. The Gryffindor continued in a more subdued manner, like he was feeling guilty.

“He had much to catch on, and well… time just went by…”

“It’s not a problem Potter. You deserve to be happy that your best friend has managed to survive. You don’t need to feel guilty about it.” Interrupted Draco.

Harry bit his lip, and smiled again. He took a quick look at the sleeping baby, and then motioned for Draco to get out of the nursery with him. The blond complied, and once they both were in the more illuminated hall, Harry took his hand, and stood in front of him.

“Say, will your mother mind if I invite you to dinner tonight? I feel like celebrating with you. If you want to, that is.”

Draco looked shocked at the other boy. Was he inviting him to go out? He didn’t know why he felt giddy all of a sudden. It wasn’t as if Harry was asking for a date. Surely the Gryffindor was thinking about having a good time with a friend. He tried to cover his, completely uncalled for, excitement and spoke.

“N-no, I mean yes, of course I’d like to. I-I just have to let mother know, and we can go.”

Harry’s smile grew brighter and Draco melted inside. Gods. It was going to be so hard to see the man as just a friend. But he’d do it. He’d do whatever it took to keep Harry in his and Lillian’s lives, even if it wasn’t in the way he most desired.

Narcissa of course didn’t have any objections to the two of them going out to dinner. They took the floo to the recently reconstructed Burrow, where Harry was staying at the moment, and from there Harry apparated them to a small café in Muggle London.

They enjoyed their time alone, away from the bother that the wizarding world would have meant. Draco thought that neither of them had had the chance to truly appreciate the end of the war on those last three months. But maybe this was a signal that things were returning to normal, and that they could go on with their lives again.

After dinner, both of them walked the dark streets of London. Harry was silent most of the time, but somehow Draco could feel that he was content. It was strange. Sometimes he could still feel Harry’s aura close to him. The bond between them hadn’t faded entirely. The dragons said that they were mates. Hell, even Snape had hinted at them been like a married couple! Draco couldn’t suppress a smile of fondness at the thought. If only…

He sighed quietly, and Harry turned to look at him in question. Draco blushed in sudden embarrassment. Harry stopped.

They were somewhere near the new Ministry building, but Draco didn’t know anything about it. Harry had wanted to take the blond to Moody, who had temporally taken over his old job as Head Auror, to give his testimony, and be done with legalities. That way Draco wouldn’t have to sit at Lucius’ trial. The head of the wizengamot had said that everything had been prepared to send the man to a muggle prison. Forever banned from the wizarding world. The only way Lucius had to avoid that fate was to have his family taking responsibility for his person. Harry didn’t intend to give the man the chance to see Draco, and somehow convince the blond boy to accept that hideous task. As long as he was breathing, Draco was not going to have any contact with the man again!

He had been planning to talk with the boy about it during dinner, but it had just slipped his mind, and he had ended up enjoying mindless chat with his blond Slytherin. He realized that it was too late now to go to the Ministry, but he had supposed that he could show the new building to Draco and explain his plan, so they could go the next day. That thought however, had again fled his mind when he had heard Draco sighing longingly and felt the rush of embarrassment, which was not his, in his mind. He looked to Draco’s face with some worry, and pulled the blond closer to him.

“Something’s wrong?”

“N-no, I was just…” Draco sighed again, and lowered his eyes. “I was just wondering… It’s nothing important really. No need to concern yourself.”

He looked at Harry again with a smile, but it was a sad one, the Gryffindor could feel it. In that moment he forgot everything about Lucius. There had been something more important that he had wanted to tell Draco, but had not summoned enough courage to do so. He had decided what he wanted to do. He could only hope that the Slytherin would be willing to go on with it. Harry’s hand suddenly caressed the blonde’s cheek and Draco’s eyes widened.

“Draco… I-I want to tell you something…”

The Slytherin didn’t know what to do. In a moment Harry’s body was too close to his, and the dark haired man’s grip on his hand turned a bit stronger. Those eyes were looking at him with an intensity very akin to passion. Draco gulped. He could only nod. He was almost the same height as Harry, but at that moment he felt as if the Gryffindor towered over him. Harry licked his lips a few times before continuing.

“Listen, I have been thinking and… this thing between us… it’s… I don’t know, it’s special, and I don’t want it to go away… Would you want to try it? I mean, try us… to be together?”

Draco was speechless for a few moments. He could not really believe what Harry was asking him. He looked at the other man’s eyes, and knew that he was gaping stupidly, but he just couldn’t help it. After several seconds, he managed to put some order in his thoughts, and form an answer.

“I-I… o-of course I… I’d love to… but Harry, if this is only about Lillian you don’t have to worry. I know that you’d be there for her always and I’d never take her away from you, I… mph…”

Harry kissed Draco’s lips a bit forcefully. The blond forgot what he was saying and a moan escaped him. The kiss ended too soon for his liking.

“You think too much Draco.”

The blond blinked a few times and then scowled.

“Yeah, well. A certain Gryffindor just tends to get on my nerves from time to time.”

Harry chuckled, and then returned to be serious.

“I really mean it Draco. It’s not just Lillian. Of course I love her, but I also like to be with you. I don’t know if it’s love, but I do care about you, a lot. Maybe it’s a start?”

Draco bit his lip in uncertainty. He still resisted to believe his luck. If this wasn’t true, he was not going to survive it.

“Are you sure?” He asked timidly. Harry caressed the back of his head with a hand, and kissed him softly.

“I’m pretty sure. I want to be with you. I want to try to give Lillian a family with you. Maybe it’d be hard, and we’d try to kill each other eventually, but why not learn to be a family together?”

Another soft kiss, and Draco closed his eyes to savour it. If both of them wanted to try, why the hell not?

“What is life without risks?”

Harry smiled and pulled Draco to himself in a happy hug. The blond returned the embrace with equal enthusiasm. They decided to return to the manor and inform Narcissa that Harry was moving in. They shared one last passionate kiss before going.

Of course, the last thing they saw as they apparated away, still kissing, was the unmistakable flash of a camera.

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For the record:

Lillian – for Lily, because I don’t think that Harry would ever accept any other name for his daughter.

Berenice – Draco’s following the Black’s tradition to name children after some constellation.
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