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Erotes	By : Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 70634 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 19
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AN: Chapter 28; Well that took a while, but finally an update. Between my brains stubbornness over this chapter, and my perhaps a little bit obsessive writing of Fragmented Soul, it has been hard work getting this chapter out. I have every hope that the next one will not take anywhere near as long. :) Thank you for those that have stuck with me, despite the long wait. 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)

The sun was up just enough to cast a faint glow over the Gryffindor fifth-year girls’ dormitory when Ginny Weasley opened her eyes, blinking the remnants of sleep away. For a moment, she was quite unimpressed at having woken up at such an early hour, but then she remembered what day it was; she remembered what she had been planning.
She had been disappointed when she had gone to bed, given that she had yet to receive what she needed from her brothers but now, as she pushed herself up on her elbows, she realised what had woken her; an owl had dropped a parcel on the end of her bed. It was fairly small and innocuous looking, with its completely plain brown paper wrappings, but at the sight of it she broke into a grin.
She really hoped it was the delivery she had been expecting from Fred and George; she couldn’t think of anyone else who would send a parcel directly to her, so she allowed herself to hope that it contained what she had asked them for. In truth she had been starting to doubt her brothers. After all, they had been working on this for a few weeks and she had expected them to have gotten it to her before now.
Ginny had gone to bed the evening before despondent, believing that they hadn’t been able to complete it and get it to her on time; she had even planned out half of the letter she was going to send them in complaint, for at least not telling her that they had been unsuccessful. However, it seemed she should never have doubted them.
Ever since the twins had managed to scrape together a handful of N.E.W.T.s each, the previous year, signalling the end of both their formal education and their often contentious residence at Hogwarts, Ginny had felt somewhat obliged to represent the Weasleys. She couldn't let Ron go on being the Weasley that everyone knew; he was hardly a good ambassador for the Weasley name in her opinion. So, in collaboration with her twin brothers, she had come up with a plan; it was daring, a bit haphazard and potentially very amusing, all in true Weasley fashion.
While the prank had been all her idea, and the execution depended on her alone, she would openly admit that the actual creation was all down to the twins. They really did have quite a talent for developing novel prank items. She thought that it was probably why their shop in Diagon Alley, which already boasted an enormous range of such items, was proving to be such a spectacular success. Rarely a day went by now when she didn't see someone with a Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes product of some kind; she was so very proud of them both.
Looking around the dorm, it seemed as though her housemates were still sound asleep; she could clearly hear Demelza's snores from her bed across the room. Once she felt sure that she wouldn’t be disturbed, she quietly inched herself forward until she was sitting up in bed, the covers wrapped around her waist, and pulled the small package towards her.
Tied to the top of the little parcel, with the string that wrapped around the parcel, there was a note; Ginny read her name on it in the familiar handwriting and detached it. She opened it and smiled at the scribbled message.
We leave the Weasley reputation in your hands. Hope their senses of humour are as excellent as this plan of yours. Of course, if this all goes badly, we will deny all association with your devious little scheme. Good luck, Sis.
Ginny had barely finished reading the message when the note disintegrated in her hands, taking with it the only proof of the twins' part in the plan. 'Well, fair enough,' she thought; she had always known that she was going to be on her own in this one and she was just praying that this didn't go wrong.
She turned her attention back to the box itself. It was only about four inches in each dimension and yet, when she peeled back the thick brown paper and opened it, she could see that the item inside was well protected and had been securely packaged. Unwrapping it with great care, she lifted out the single small translucent vial; holding it up to a ray of light that was beaming through the window and onto the wall near her bed, she took a moment to watch the thin liquid slosh about.
She slipped out of bed quickly and quietly, lest any of the others woke up, and headed for the trunk at the foot of her bed. Pulling it open, she carefully stashed the vial in with the robes she was intending to wear that day, so that she wouldn't forget to take it with her, and flattened the now empty box, hiding that too.
She was surprised how excited she felt about this whole thing, now that it was actually going to happen. She could hardly believe her classmates were all still asleep; she felt her heart was beating so loudly that they must be able to hear it.
There was, admittedly, a lot that could go wrong; she had to get the potion into the right goblets to be drunk and without being spotted; and even if she managed that then there was a chance that the potion might not work as expected, or at all. And she still had no idea what the reactions would be to it. Well, every plan could go wrong; but she was determined, and hopeful, that this one wouldn’t.
This would be one Valentine’s Day that none of them would ever forget.
-#-
The room was spinning and, despite his having yelled at it to stop more than once, it remained stubbornly defiant. There was a part of Lucius that knew that he had done this to himself, but at that moment he was quite happy to apportion responsibility in equal parts between Severus and the now empty, but really very beautiful, whisky decanter.
Severus had left, stormed out of the place, and when he was sober Lucius couldn’t have said whether he was more relieved or devastated; the question eluded him all together by this point, which was, of course, the exact reason he had consumed quite as much alcohol as he had.
He was haunted by that moment of pure loneliness after Narcissa had called him a fool, forbad him from seeing Draco and left. He was not sure how or if she truly intended to prevent him from seeing his son, but the idea was certainly distasteful to him; for, as much as he complained about and criticised the boy, Draco was still of great importance to him.
But it had been spending the evening alone in Severus’ quarters that he had found truly strange and unsettling. In some ways it had been worse than when the potions master had been in the Medical Wing and unable to return; this time Severus' absence was entirely voluntary and Lucius was feeling an unexpected and infuriating sensation of loss.
Even trying to start to understand the emotions swirling around in his head was stressful and made him want to drink more, despite the highly inebriated state he was already in. He mindlessly lifted the glass to his lips before discovering that he had already drained it some unknown time ago.
No more, he could handle no more; he just wanted everything to stop for a while and he half wished he had a wand and his magic so that he could just stun himself and forget; his luck wouldn’t stretch even to that however. Discarding the glass onto the nearby table, he all but stumbled the few steps to the sofa and lay himself down on the cushions; the walk to either of the bedrooms looked far too unmanageable and he really hoped he would just pass out soon, so he could sink into oblivion.
-#-
Draco was lying on his side when he woke up, which wasn't much of a surprise: it was the only way he could comfortably sleep, given that the pregnancy made it impossible for him to retract his wings. He blinked his eyes open sleepily, rolling his shoulders as he stretched his wings out behind him to ease the tension in his back. It was at about that point that he realised that his boyfriend was sitting up in bed watching him sleep.
"That's creepy," he stated, the words coming out rather croakily from his parched throat, as he glared up at Harry a little feebly. "Do I even want to know how long you have been sitting there, watching me?"
Harry, however, just grinned down at his boyfriend happily, obviously completely unrepentant. "Not very long," he promised, reaching down and affectionately brushing Draco's long blond hair back from his face. "I was planning to wake you, but you just looked so peaceful and I couldn't bring myself to do it," he admitted, with a shrug.
Draco snorted softly in amusement, shifting closer to his boyfriend and tangling his legs with Harry's under the covers. "You're a bigger girl than Pansy sometimes," Draco told him with a teasing smirk.
"Thanks," Harry said sarcastically, leaning down to kiss the smug expression from Draco's face. "I know you can be a bit snarky when you wake up," Harry told him with a sweet smile, giving Draco another quick peck on the lips before sitting back up, "but you should probably be nice, or I might send breakfast back."
"Ooh, breakfast!" Draco said keenly, shuffling to sit up and spotting the large tray of French pastries, jams and fresh fruit on the bedside table. His appetite seemed to have settled into a steady state of constantly hungry the last few days and his stomach rumbled softly at the sight and smell of the delicious breakfast. "Harry Potter, trust me when I say that you do not want to try to keep me from that food right now," he warned with a stern glare.
"I wouldn't dare," Harry said and though his tone was joking, he was quite serious; he would never wish to deprive Draco of food, but even more so while the blond was pregnant. Harry waited patiently for Draco to be done shuffling himself to lean against the headboard of their bed without hurting his wings, before placing a tray off food on the blond's lap. "Happy Valentine's Day, Love," Harry said with a smile, stealing another kiss.
Draco was a little stunned by Harry's last words and so by the time he had relaxed into the kiss, his mate was already pulling away with a dopy grin on his face. Draco's heart lurched in his chest, as he took in the sight of his dominant mate, with his hair even more ruffled than usual and an adoring expression on his face.
Draco coughed a little awkwardly and calmed himself. "You're such a sap, are you sure you're not a girl?" Draco teased playfully, picking up a strawberry from the bowl of fruit and eating half of it. Harry gave him a playful shove on the shoulder, which made Draco laugh softly as he ate the rest of it. "Seriously though, Happy Valentine's Day," the blond added, turning to give Harry a genuine smile. "And you can be as sappy as you like if it means breakfast in bed."
Harry belly laughed at that and shuffled closer, so that he and Draco were sitting shoulder to shoulder."I got something for you," Harry said, sounding hesitant, as he stole a couple of pieces of apple, watching his mate cautiously as he ate.
"Something more than breakfast?" Draco asked around a mouthful of strawberries, as he slapped at Harry's questing hand, which was trying to steal the only bichon au citron, something that simply wasn't happening.
"Actually... it is a couple of somethings," Harry admitted, stealing a pain au chocolat instead and taking a bite of it. "Though one of them is kind of for the baby really."
"You're not seriously trying to apologise for getting me more than one present, are you?" Draco asked with confusion as he took a bite from his pastry, moaning softly at the taste of it; the Hogwarts house elves had really outdone themselves.
Harry was happy to let Draco just enjoy his breakfast for a moment, because he wasn't quite sure how to explain his doubts and needed a moment to find the words. "I just wasn't sure you would want to do the whole Valentine's Day thing, though you might find it all a bit..."
"Well, admittedly it is disgustingly sickly," Draco conceded when Harry trailed off. "But, presents, Harry!" he added happily. "I always like presents." He had never seen Valentine's Day as anything more than a great excuse to eat obscene quantities of chocolate, but now that he had someone to spoil him he thought he might enjoy it.
"Noted," Harry told him with a chuckle as he reached over and opened the drawer of his bedside table and retrieved a small box. "This was in the Potter vault," he explained as he opened it. Inside, on a bed of velvet, was a ring; a Potter family ring to be more precise.
Draco reached out and took the ring from the box, holding it carefully as he brought it up to his face to examine it closely. It was beautiful; the wide band was made of white-gold, if he wasn't mistaken, with a band of onyx all the way around it, apart from on the top, where the Potter family crest had been engraved, such that it could be used to mark a wax seal.
"I just wanted to do something so that no one would be able to question that you are my family," Harry said, almost falling over his words as he tried to explain. "And I know our bond means forever, and I am glad about that, I really am. I mean well, obviously, I love you, and yes, maybe one day we'll get married," he paused for a moment when he realised what he had said, before stumbling on. "Or not, or whatever," he said with a wave of his hand and by now was unable to meet Draco's eye. "But this is all pretty new to me, to us, and I just want you to know, the whole world to know, that you are my family and..."
"Harry!" Draco interrupted, almost laughing, grasping one of Harry's hands in his own. "I get it," he told him earnestly, holding up the ring between them. "Not a proposal, just a token of your affection, proof that this between us is real."
"Yes, exactly," Harry said with a relieved sigh, glad they were on the same page. "Is... is that okay?" he asked nervously. "Sorry, I probably sound like an idiot, rambling and everything, but I just wanted to..."
"Merlin's beard, Harry," Draco said with exasperation, as he slid the ring onto his middle finger, before taking hold of Harry's chin to make his mate look at him. "Presents are always welcome, you rambling inanely is amusing, but your apparent need to apologise for no reason... that's just rather annoying."
"Sor..." Harry started to say, but he stopped himself when his boyfriend narrowed his eyes into a deadly glare. "Less apologising, got it."
"So," Draco said, feeling mollified and keen to move back onto the topic of Harry giving him presents, "if this is for me, then what did you get baby?" Draco enquired curiously.
"I'll show you when you're done with breakfast," Harry told him, stealing a grape and placing a kiss on Draco's cheek before climbing out of bed. "So what did you get me?" he asked as he headed for the bathroom.
"I... I am giving you a child," Draco answered pompously, with an indignant look on his face. "Is that not enough?"
Harry, however, simply laughed, turning to grin at Draco. "You did forget," he stated, with obvious glee. "And yes, Draco, that is plenty. It is the most wonderful gift I have ever had, but you still forgot what today is."
"I did not forget," Draco told him huffily as Harry disappeared through the door. "My mind was just occupied with more important things," he told the now empty room.
-#-
"I completely forgot Valentine's Day," Draco stated under his breath to Blaise and Pansy as he squashed himself into the almost nonexistent space between them in the Great Hall, making them both shuffle along a little to give him room.
He was pointedly ignoring the pink hearts that were floating with the candles above them and the all-too-obvious Valentine's Day theme to the decor. It was a little harder to pretend not to notice the various love letters and cards that were being charmed to fly across the room, or being hand-delivered by the younger students who didn’t know the charms yet; but he made a valiant effort, nonetheless. They all made him feel uncomfortably as though he had failed Harry, something which he was determined to rectify as soon as possible.
"I thought you would be sitting with lover boy," Pansy said, looking up from her breakfast to glance towards the Gryffindor table. Harry was sitting there, across from Neville and Seamus, happily chatting away with the pair of them.
"No, didn't you hear me?” Draco grumbled under his breath with a tone of exasperation. “I forgot what day today was, and now I need you two to help me think of something," he said, looking between his two best friends.
"But today is your special day, Draco," Blaise said with a very amused grin that had the blond decidedly confused; it must have shown on his face because Blaise's grin widened before he asked, "Do you get to meet up with all the other cupids on Valentine's Day?"
Draco groaned and rested his forehead on the table. It hadn't even occurred to him that he and Harry were not something pretty close to a real life cupids; he was betting Blaise's that that wouldn't be the last reference to his inheritance that he would hear that day. "That's not funny, Blaise," he said in a monotone, his voice muffled slightly from how he was sitting.
"It was a little bit funny," Pansy contested, and Draco turned his head just enough to glare at her. "Cheer up, Draco; why don't you eat something? You will regret it later if you don't," she pointed out. They all knew how hungry the pregnancy was making him lately and, honestly, she didn’t want to be the one he came whining to when he got hungry before lunch time.
"I already ate," Draco said, sitting back up and looking across the room at Harry, who noticed and gave him a brilliant smile. "He brought me breakfast in bed," the blond told them and his wings appeared to droop sadly with the confession.
"Awww, seriously? That's so cute," Pansy cooed at him before she broke into a chuckle.
"Can't you just give Harry sex or something later?" Blaise asked dismissively; his attention was already focused back on the book he was reading as he slowly ate what was left of the meal in front of him.
Draco glared at Blaise for a moment before he turned back to his other, currently far more attentive, friend. "He also got me this," Draco said as he held out his hand in Pansy's general direction by way of an explanation, displaying the Potter ring on his middle finger.
Pansy snatched his hand in her own and he let her take her time as she examined it closely, as though to make sure that it was the genuine article. He wasn't even sure that Harry really understood the seriousness of the gift he had given, though his words about proving Draco was family were close enough. However, Draco had no doubt that Pansy would recognise the significance. They both knew that there was no way he could offer sex up as a fair exchange for such a thing.
"He also found the bassinette from when he was a baby," Draco told Pansy with a weary expression. "It really is lovely, with little animal carvings that dance around and the Potter crest; I think it probably has been in the family at least a handful of generations."
In truth, he had been far more emotional that he wanted to admit when Harry had dragged him out of bed to see the bassinette, which was in their sitting room area. It had somehow made everything feel a lot more real and that, combined with the pregnancy hormones that had been assaulting his body lately, had caused him to come across all weepy.
Though, Draco thought to himself, as he pulled his hand back out of Pansy’s rather firm grip and looked at the ring for himself once more, he was rather glad that Harry had given him a gift that was actually for him, rather than thinking only of their child. Draco was now mostly used to the idea of the child growing within him, but he still felt better having tangible proof that Harry was sticking around for more than the child they shared.
"Isn't that a good thing?” Pansy asked, pulling Draco from his thoughts. “You love presents," she pointed out with confusion. She was reluctantly impressed with the gifts, they showed that Potter might actually have a little more of a brain to work with than she had assumed, and she could tell that Draco loved them.
"I know, that's what I told Harry when he got all apologetic about getting me several things," Draco told her with a heavy sigh, "but with all these gifts, particularly with not having given him anything in return, I now feel like some kept woman."
"That's because you are," Blaise said unhelpfully, still not looking up from his book as Draco glared at him... again. Blaise waited, he could practically feel the way his friend was looking at him burning into his skin and after a long few seconds he finally looked up with a smile. "Minus the woman bit, of course," he amended, with a innocent expression.
"Of course," Draco said dryly, not feeling overly amused by his friend's unhelpful remarks. Pansy too had her eyes narrowed at Blaise for a moment before she turned to the blond with a pointed expression.
"Draco, dear," Pansy said sternly, and she waited just long enough for her friend's attention to be back on her, "do I need to remind you that you actually enjoy being pampered and spoilt? Why not let him?" she asked with a smirk.
"Oh, I am quite happy for him to," Draco assured her. He hadn't, after all, been lying about how much he enjoyed being given gifts, but he did feel like he needed to make sure Harry knew that they were equals in their relationship; just because he was the submissive partner didn't mean he belonged to Harry, or at least no more than Harry belonged to him. "I suppose I just don't want to be outdone by Harry Potter," he added, putting it into terms that he hoped might inspire Blaise into action.
"Do you want my honest opinion, Draco?" Blaise asked with a weary sigh, closing his book with all the dramatic flair he could manage and turning to face his friend.
"Yes..." Draco said hesitantly, suddenly getting the feeling that he might come to regret that answer. However, despite what some people might think, Blaise was incredibly smart and an excellent Slytherin; Draco did value his opinions on many things.
"You won't like it," Blaise told him warningly, pausing for dramatic effect. "This is your absolute last chance to tell me to keep my mouth shut; not promising I will do it, mind," he promptly added with a grin, "but..."
"Blaise..." Draco interrupted sternly before his friend could go off on a tangent.
"You should talk to Granger," Blaise stated simply. "She is the person who is mostly likely to know exactly what Harry would want most," he added, when Draco looked like he was about to tell him how ridiculous the idea was. "And I told you that you wouldn't like it."
Draco scowled. Blaise was right about at least one thing, he didn't like that suggestion one bit; however, with great reluctance, he had to concede, to himself at least , that his friend might have a point, which just made it even more infuriating. Harry wasn't really the kind of person who would appreciate a gift of monetary value and therefore Draco knew he would have to be more creative; Weasley would likely not be aware enough to know what to suggest but Granger... she would almost certainly be able to point him in the right direction.
"It's not a terrible idea," Pansy said, trying to suppress her amusement at the expression on Draco's face. They had made great progress in terms of getting along with Potter and his friend, Pansy would even go so far as to say she could understand why Potter was friends with Granger, but there were still some issues to be worked on.
"And yet, that somehow makes it all the more distasteful to me," Draco grumbled, with a glance over to the Gryffindor table, where Hermione, Ron and Dean had, at some point, joined Harry, Seamus and Neville.
Draco tried not to feel even hurt when Greg and Vince walked past him without so much as a second look, heading further down the table. He told himself that their sudden and inexplicable change of heart didn’t bother him, didn’t make him suspicious, but there were just some things he couldn’t deny, especially not to himself. He would figure out what was going on there, but that could wait; first things first, he apparently needed to figure out a way to speak with Granger... privately... and soon.
-#-
"What's going on?" Draco asked as he, Blaise and Pansy approached Harry and his friends. They were standing with a small gathering of students just outside Snape's classroom. There wasn't the full class there but, those who were, were talking animatedly, not something that was common to see amongst a group of students about to face a double lesson of potions with Severus Snape.
"Snape has cancelled his class," Harry explained with a pensive frown. Given the last time that that had happened it had been because the Potions Master had been stuck in the Medical Wing, he couldn't help but be concerned.
"He can't have," Pansy insisted huffily, stepping passed the Gryffindors to get to the door, where she found the notice that had been stuck there. Draco, who shared her scepticism but equally knew that Harry wouldn't have said it if it wasn't true, stepped up next to her; however, as expected, the message only confirmed what Harry had already told them.
"And here was me assuming that Professor Snape's absence in the Great Hall during breakfast was because he and your father were celebrating this most romantic of days," Blaise said teasingly, leaning against the wall next to the door as he smirked at Draco. "Unless they are still celebrating."
"Disturbing," Draco stated simply, before returning to stand next to Harry, leaning easily against his mate's side and welcoming Harry's arm over his shoulders. "Besides, that is certainly not a reason for which Professor Snape would cancel a class."
"You're completely sure of that?" Blaise asked, clearly enjoying the somewhat revolted expression that crossed the blond's face; Harry and Ron too looked rather disturbed by the prospect.
"Of course, I'm sure," Draco insisted, his tone sounding offended at being doubted. "Have any of you ever known Professor Snape to miss a class before, other than the other day?" he asked, looking around at his and Harry's friends, already knowing they hadn't.
"Well I kinda don't really care why, to be honest," Ron stated. "Whatever the reason, it is still a free morning. I say we go play Quidditch," he suggested enthusiastically and Harry couldn't help but grin in hopeful agreement. A few hours playing Quidditch would be a great way to round off his morning.
"Honestly, Ron, there are other things you could do with a few spare hours," Hermione pointed out with an exasperated tone.
"But... but Quidditch..." Ron said with a baffled tone that made Harry choke out a laugh. The red-head would never understand why anyone would turn down a perfectly good opportunity to play the sport, certainly not when studying in the library was the alternative.
“I never thought I would say this, but I agree with Weasley,” Blaise said, looking slightly disgusted with himself. It was a beautiful day out, however, and Quidditch did sound like fun, even if he wasn’t usually one for the sport.
“Well I can’t play, so maybe I will just join Granger in the library,” Draco suggested. It was too perfect; this way, he would get to speak to her without Harry listening, without even having to get all devious Slytherin about the whole thing.
“I am not going to...” Harry started to say, but Draco reached up and pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him.
“I don’t need you hovering over me, Harry,” Draco said sternly. “You should go play and I will see you at lunch. And yes, I am sure,” he added when his boyfriend opened his mouth to object.
“Okay,” Harry agreed, realising it was already a battle lost; not that he was exactly upset by this as flying did sound pretty perfect to him at that moment. Breaking into a grin, he pressing a quick chaste kiss to Draco’s lips, “see you at lunch,” he told him before hurrying off with Ron to go find their brooms, Blaise following them at a far more leisurely and dignified pace.
“So, Granger,” Pansy said once the boys had disappeared out of sight. "Draco and I have something to ask your opinion on," she said as she linked her arm with Hermione and smiled.
Draco rolled his eyes; sometimes Pansy really didn’t have any sense of tact or subtlety; though, admittedly, he supposed that this was one of those occasions when direct might be the best policy. He still wasn’t completely enamoured with the idea of requesting Granger’s assistance, but for Harry... well, he would make allowances.
“Really?” Hermione asked, with a sceptical frown on her face. Clearly she thought that whatever the Slytherins were up to was likely something that she would be unable to approve of.
“Really,” Draco stated, as the three of them headed in the direction of the library. “And don’t worry, I think you will actually want to help on this occasion,” he assured her.
-#-
Dumbledore was frustrated. It was most unlike Severus to abandon his duties as a teacher for any reason, so the fact that the man had seemingly vanished without an explanation had, of course, worried the Headmaster greatly.
He was fairly sure that he knew where the man had gone; something that had been all but confirmed when he had tried to locate Severus and been unable to get through the wards that had been put in place, despite several attempts. Of course, knowing the man's likely location didn’t make Severus Snape’s disappearance any less concerning.
Other than his worries for Severus, it had actually been a fairly pleasant morning for the most part. He generally enjoyed Valentine’s Day, which was always full of innocent, and sometimes less innocent, expression of young love. Many of his staff were less fond of the celebration due to the distractions it caused, but Dumbledore considered it worth the trouble. Love was, after all, a powerful magic all of its own in his opinion.
The Headmaster had been about halfway through a most excellent breakfast when an owl had dropped a note in front of him. He fed the owl a piece of bacon and thanked it, before picking up the letter; he saw at once that it was written, quite unexpectedly, in Severus’ scrawl.
‘Regretfully, there is some unexpected and unavoidable business I have to attend to. I will arrange to speak with you upon my return in no more than two days’ time. It would be appreciated if you would find alternative accommodation for our house guest.’
It had taken a few moments to let the information sink in but he had quickly realised to whom the phrase ‘house guest’ referred; at which point he opted to skip the remainder of breakfast to pay a visit to Lucius Malfoy. It seemed that his day was to be full of surprises when he had found the usually regal blond man passed out from having consumed far too great an amount of alcohol; a quick spell had confirmed that Lucius was in no present danger and so the headmaster was content to let the man sleep it off.
It was unfortunate that an unconscious Lucius was not going to be able to give him any answers to the numerous questions that the letter had raised in his mind. And the combination of Lucius’ inebriated state and the secure wards are Severus' home, had left him with some rather disappointing conclusions about the current state of Lucius and Severus’ relationship.
It would not, however, be possible for him to verify any of his suspicion or concerns without a conversation with at least one of the two men involved and so he would have to exercise some degree of patience. For now though he would focus his efforts on selecting and then fortifying Lucius’ new prison, and in hoping for Severus' prompt return.
-#-
Ginny was more than a little frustrated to arrive in the Great Hall in plenty of time for lunch only to discover that Hermione, Malfoy and Parkinson were already sat at the Gryffindor table; though she allowed herself a moment to admire the oddness of finding those three particular individuals sitting together discussing something in an almost conspiratorial whispers. She did wonder if the three of them were up to something, but she didn't allow herself to dwell it, as she had her own plan to figure out.
She had deliberately hurried from her last lesson before lunch as early as she could, just to ensure that she got to the Gryffindor table before anyone else, however, it seemed she had been foiled at the first hurdle. Had it been any other prank she would have just put it aside for another day, but not this one. No, the beauty of this one was precisely that it was designed with this very day in mind.
Taking a deep breath to steel her nerves, she moved across the room and took the seat opposite Parkinson and Malfoy, next to Hermione. She hadn’t really figured out how she was going to carry out her plan but she was not ready to give up yet.

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Delia Cerrano - Indeed, Lucius is, as Narcissa said, a fool.
Chaos Lady - Thank you.
LeVeen - Severus hadn't want to put himself in that situation where he could get hurt in the first place, he feels he was talked into it, and he is going to a lot less trusting of Lucius in future. He feels like he made a terrible mistake and is paying for it now.
LeaniaSTL - Tehe, I am not sure Severus is in much of a mood for cuddles right now, so that might not be wise. ;) Like you said going against ones family is a very difficult thing to do. And they are living in difficult and complicated times.
Eros - I have been told I have plot wolves, because they breed best in the winter. ;) I am glad that I am starting to feel a little more to grips with this story again now, even if it took me a while.
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