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The End Shall Come, And We Will Dance Forever	By : makochan0217 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6654 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Disclaimers: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling, Scholastic Publishing, and Warner Bros. I make nothing from this. In fact, I lose money to write this, so… no suing, ‘kay?

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Disclaimers and Warnings: Both are located in chapter 1.

Author’s Notes: Draco will have his revenge against Ronald Weasley! Make no mistake about that. Thank you to all my reviewers and to Jokes, who is the bestest of the bestest!

Chapter Twenty-Six—Paranoia Is In Bloom

Ever since he’d returned to Hogwarts, he’d been waiting for something to happen. There was no way that he was going to get away with defaming Harry Potter and putting his precious little Slytherin slut in danger—except, it had been a week and nothing had happened. Even when Terry Boot attacked Malfoy up in the Owlery, nothing had happened to the Ravenclaw—if one discounted the massive amount of house points that had been taken away, the fact that Boot was banned from spending time in any common room but his own, and the detentions with Filch. That was nothing for only attempting to Stun the stupid prat.

Beside the point, he thought to himself as he walked with Seamus, Dean and Justin Fitch-Fletchley through the castle to Transfiguration. Even though the entirety of the seventh years had just left the Charms corridor, Ron’s group was the first to reach Professor Swanly’s classroom. Potter and Malfoy aren’t about to let this go without getting their own revenge. I’ll have to watch my back.

“Something the matter, mate?” Justin asked as they walked into the class for their second lesson of the day.

“No, I was just wondering where Potter and his friends were,” Ron answered. “It’s no good to walk around here with them at our backs.”

“I still can’t believe that Ginny sided against you,” Dean said as he took a seat in the back row.

“Potter’s always been trouble,” Seamus said, taking the seat next to his best friend, leaving Ron and Justin to take seats at the table next to them. “It’s just too bad that he’s turned your whole family against you.”

“Not my whole family,” Ron said. “Perce is on my side and my parents haven’t said anything about it. But the twins, Bill, Charlie and Gin are definitely against me. I mean, Bill and Charlie had me doing chores around the Burrow like a Muggle. Mum and Dad didn’t even stop them from doing it.”

“That sounds rough,” Justin added, not really sounding very sympathetic, which wasn’t that surprising, considering he was a Muggleborn. “And they’re for him being with that arse, Malfoy?”

“Gin and the twins are actually friends with him, if you can imagine it,” Ron spat.

“Actually, I can,” Seamus said. “They’ve always been a little on the devious side, your brothers, and I’ve always wondered about your sister after the whole thing about her being the one who opened the Chamber of Secrets.” The boys shut up as Harry, Malfoy, Hermione, and Neville all walked in together, taking seats at the front of the class as the rest of their year mates filled out the middle seats. “Do you think there’s any hope that Hermione will turn against them?”

“Doubt it,” Ron said through clenched teeth. “We’re pretty much through, as good as I figure. We haven’t exchanged two words since the beginning of term. She’s made her choice and I’ve made mine. We’re never going to agree about Malfoy and she’s too damn loyal to Harry to ever turn against him. She always has been. She must be shattered to learn he’s a poofter.”

“I dunno,” Dean said. “She and Nev look pretty tight if you ask me.”

“Well, it’s a good thing we didn’t,” Ron snapped before Professor Swanly called everyone to pay attention so she could start the lesson. ‘Mione and Nev? His brain stopped dead as Hermione placed a gentle hand on Neville’s arm as she leaned over to retrieve something from her rucksack. Merlin, it can’t be! She’s way too smart for him! Besides, it’s only been a few weeks since she and I separated. She wouldn’t do that to me, would she?

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“Granger, keep up with your pseudo-flirting with Neville,” Draco whispered to the girl on his left as he watched Ronald Weasley’s face go as red as his hair. “Weasley is about to have Kneazles out of sheer jealousy.”

“I still fail to see how this is getting revenge on Ron for what he did,” Harry muttered from on his right. “I mean, we haven’t actually done anything to him.”

Draco turned around and gave his lover a lazy, happy smile that made the Saviour blush. A sliver of desire ran through his body, and he had to shove it down because they were in public. “This will work for the sole reason that we aren’t doing anything to him. He’s doing it all to himself. He’s growing paranoid about when and where we will strike. And he’s going insane with the prospect that his girlfriend dumped him so that she could date Neville Longbottom.”

“Actually, as far as plans go, Harry,” Hermione piped in, “it’s a pretty good one. It makes him his own worst enemy. However, I still fail to see why Neville and I should do this.”

Harry sighed in defeat. “Fine, but Swanly is about to start the lesson. Can we leave the baiting of Ron for after class?”

Draco looked over at Hermione and Neville, who appeared to be having an intense moment of staring at one another. It was disrupted by the Transfiguration professor talking about the day’s lesson plan, and both had furiously red blushes on their faces. Perhaps they aren’t pretending as much as I thought. What an interesting prospect.

“Mr Malfoy, can you tell me the difference in wand movements between Transfiguring an apple into a rock and Transfiguring a rock into a rabbit?” Swanly said with her sharp, shrill voice, cutting into his private thoughts.

“Certainly, Professor,” he said smoothly. “When Transfiguring something organic into something inorganic, you must…”

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Narcissa sighed as she went over her accounts yet again. The goblins were being rather adamant about seeing her, since her death was being so widely spread by Lucius. They were demanding that she actually show up at the bank and prove that she was allowed access to the Black vault in her name. She was also needed to make sure that Lucius hadn’t done anything to Draco’s trust vault since it was so obvious that her son was firmly on Harry Potter’s side due to Rita Skeeter’s salacious article and would be discontinuing his spying efforts for the Dark Lord tout de suite.

If I ever get my hands on that disgusting beetle and whoever was stupid enough to actually give her that information, they will beg until their throats are raw before I am done with them and their limbs are no longer attached to their pathetic corpses, she thought viciously. I am just glad that it doesn’t seem to have affected Draco too much and Harry only a very negligible difference. Her unborn daughter—Madam Pomfrey gave her that joyous news the day before and she’d yet to share it with Harry and Draco—kicked and she smiled sadly as she remembered Lucius’s bright and happy face when she told him that she was finally pregnant after trying for so long to conceive once more. We will never be a family like that again. My daughter will never know her father the way that Draco does. And it is all Lucius’s fault.

A knock on the door to the rooms that Headmaster Dumbledore gave her once she was well enough to be moved broke through her morose thoughts. She stood up to answer it, moving slowly and carefully, less she do something to strain her already delicate pregnancy. She was unsurprised to see the Headmaster standing before her, his cloudy, blue eyes twinkling merrily. “Headmaster, to what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Ah, my dear girl,” the old man said kindly, “I’ve come to check on you and discuss a few things.”

“Then, please, do come in and sit down,” she replied, reclaiming her seat and waving her wand to warm the pot in the tea service that the house-elves delivered less than an hour ago. “How may I help you?”

“I hope you and your child are doing well,” he said as she passed a cup to him and desperately wished she’d saved some of the chocolate biscuits the house-elves had sent with the initial pot.

“I am as fine as can be expected. The baby is doing well. She is using my ribcage as a ladder, so I believe that she might be a Quidditch player like her older brother or a horsewoman like me.”

“Have you thought of a name for your daughter yet?” Dumbledore asked, still using his kindly tone.

“No, but I am rather fond of Amarys. I suppose it will depend upon if Draco or Lucius is still the head of the family when she is born.”

“So, has Poppy given you a due date then?”

“Sometime around Easter, my daughter shall grace this world,” Narcissa said with a slight scowl. “As will my sister’s child, a boy, I think.”

“So, you have inherited that trait of the Blacks,” he said excitedly.

“From time to time, I see flashes,” she replied. “I’m far less reliable than Sybil Trelawney, and Draco has shown no signs of inheriting it. I do not know whether Andromeda or her daughter have either.”

“I can assure that Nymphadora did not inherit the seer’s blood. She’s is a Metamorphmagus, however.”

“Yes, Draco informed me of that fact. He told me that he met her through Harry Potter, and that she and her mother have expressed the desire to reconcile with me. It was a little shocking to have that sprung on me Christmas day, to be honest.”

“And have you given Andromeda’s proverbial olive branch any consideration? I ask because she is anxious to meet with you once more.”

He is asking rather pertinent questions, she thought, narrowing her eyes to watch him more carefully. The old man appeared harmless, but she wasn’t fooled. He single-handedly defeated Grindewald back in the forties, and he was responsible for most of the upsets that the current Dark Lord had suffered until Harry Potter came along. Despite the fact that he had been Head of Gryffindor House and the Transfiguration Professor before becoming headmaster before he turned one hundred years old, she was fairly certain that he was shrewd enough to have been a Slytherin. I can always refuse to answer his questions, but as he is offering me asylum here at the school and Draco has—wisely—taken him into his confidence, I suppose that it would do me no real harm to answer his queries.

“I haven’t decided one way or the other,” Narcissa answered finally. “I realise that I have fairly lost my husband and Bellatrix. They were dead to me the moment that Severus faked my death and snuck me into this school. Besides which, both were willing to let my unborn child and me die for that creature they serve. My children are my only family as of now.” She closed her eyes in fatigue. “If Andromeda truly wishes to reconcile with me, have her send me a letter in her own hand, and not through my son and her daughter.”

Dumbledore nodded before conjuring up a plate of fresh biscuits—one of which he promptly shoved into his mouth before washing it down with a great swallow of tea. “I will let her know. Is there anything I can do for you personally?”

“There is, actually,” she said, seeing how well timed the headmaster’s visit was. Perhaps he was just waiting for me to need his assistance to come visit me. “I have been having trouble with the goblins of Gringotts regarding my personal Black vaults, and I would like to check on the status of Draco’s trust vault. Since his is now seventeen, he can access it without Lucius knowing one way or the other, but I need to make sure that that is still the case.”

“I can arrange for you to be disguised and guarded on a short trip, Narcissa,” he responded cautiously. “I’m afraid you couldn’t do much shopping, but your business with the bank and a stop for more clothes could be arranged.”

“I would appreciate the trip to the bank; however, clothes may be purchased at Gladrags in Hogsmeade for the time being. It might be easier to find maternity wear there than in Diagon Alley and would certainly cause less of a stir if a tourist shopped there than myself. Malfoys are certainly not known to visit anything outside of major Wizarding cities. Due to Bella’s loving treatment, I hardly look like the woman that many saw at the World Cup.”

“Hm, you do have a point,” the old man said, stroking his beard in thought. “I’m sure that I can have Professors Flitwick or Vector escort you to Hogsmeade safely, but Diagon Alley will be a little trickier. That will require a few days to secure so that I can have the right people free to do so.”

“Is it true that you have allowed Remus Lupin to return as Defence Professor?”

“Yes, he was the most qualified individual, since Severus showed his hand so badly last year and was forced to leave.”

“That is one way of putting it. I never understood why he killed Minerva McGonagall when his target was you,” she said pointedly.

The fearsome wizard turned calculatingly blue eyes on her as he weighed her soul—or so it felt like. He nodded to himself as if he found her worthy of an answer and then smiled sadly. “Severus, as you have no doubt gathered, has been a spy for the Order of the Phoenix for many years now. Since he turned in the small bit of prophesy he overheard regarding Harry and Voldemort, to be precise. That is why he was able to bring you to the school to be treated.”

“He turned when he realised that Voldemort had no intention of sparing any of the Potters, didn’t he?” Narcissa asked, feeling so very sorry for her dear friend. She knew that was why he’d let himself stay at Hogwarts so long. “That is why you allowed him to take the position as Potions Master for so long, isn’t it?”

“You are correct on both points, my dear,” Dumbledore answered.

“You still haven’t answered my question, Headmaster,” she said tersely, trying her hardest not to bristle under his familiar tone. She hadn’t enjoyed it as a student and, now that she was an adult with two children, she liked it even less. “Why was Professor McGonagall killed in your stead?”

“That would be because Minerva rushed into the fray before I arrived. She was a vision of battle-forged beauty and lived very much up to her namesake. I believe that she took down four Death Eaters when she died.”

“Yes, the Dark Lord was rather upset by that, and the fact that Severus did not kill you as he was ordered. He was tortured most brutally.”

“I know. He wrote to me when he finally was able. His handwriting is a test of skill to read during normal circumstances. It was nearly illegible at that point. His report on the after effects of his failure is the reason that Draco was allowed back into the school without repercussions and not arrested immediately.”

“Yet another debt my family owes to Severus that we may never be able to repay,” Narcissa said quietly. “Is there something I can do to assist? I feel as if I owe you a debt, and it is not a feeling I am accustomed to enjoying.”

The headmaster gave her a kind smile. “You owe me nothing, Narcissa. The truth of the matter is that Hogwarts has always been a sanctuary for those in need. You’re welcome to stay here as long as you need to. In fact, it was Harry’s word that allowed for you to be treated, though I doubt he sees it as such.” He nibbled on another biscuit and drank more tea before speaking again. “On that note, Harry and I have been talking about a place that would be safe for you that is not the school, however.”

“I’m not certain that a place like that exists, Headmaster.”

“Do you remember the home of your cousin, Sirius Black?”

“Yes, of course…I thought that Aunt Walburga had her horrid portrait spelled to the wall after the death of Regulus.”

“That, unfortunately, is very true. The house has suffered some in the years since your aunt’s passing and Sirius’s incarceration. Molly Weasley has attempted to whip it into shape, but the house and Kreacher are reluctant to follow the orders of the current owner, since he is not a Black through blood or marriage.”

“And who owns G-G-” She frowned. “It is under Fidelius, isn’t it?” The old man nodded. “And you are the Secret Keeper?” Again, he tipped his head in her direction. “Who is the owner of the property then?”

“Harry.”

“Of course, Sirius would leave all of his property to his godson.” She sighed, rubbing the area above her liver as the baby kicked her yet again. “From what I can imagine, it would hardly be a place I could take a new born child.”

“It is, as you’ve discovered, under Fidelius and I am the Secret Keeper. No one would be able to find you unless I wished it so.”

“And how would I shop for essentials? No doubt it would be suspicious if I showed up in London all of a sudden.”

“Well, that is where your reconciliation with Andromeda and her family comes into play.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Harry waited until he and Draco were completely alone to let his lover know what he’d been talking about with Headmaster Dumbledore the night before. The information had been ready to spill out all day, but the fact that they were watched constantly stayed his tongue—for a change. As soon as the door to the blond’s dorm room shut, Harry was facing Draco’s ire. However, he was distracted from his boyfriend’s anger by the way the candlelight caught his pale, white-blond hair just right and made his grey eyes flash silver.

“Potter, if you are going to stand there looking like an idiot, you can leave and go back to Gryffindor tower for the evening,” Draco said snidely. “I thought I made it perfectly clear that I wasn’t interested in dating anyone of substandard intelligence. That includes you as well, despite what you do with your tongue behind closed doors.”

Oops, I let it go too long and now his curiosity is going to get me into trouble, Harry thought before he crossed the room and wrapped Draco into a possessive hug that he quickly followed up with a hungry kiss. The blond all but melted into his embrace, returning the kiss with an eagerness that was frightening. Slim fingers tugged at his unruly hair while slender hips rubbed an obvious erection against Harry’s thigh.

“Mmm, Draco,” Harry panted as he pulled away from his boyfriend’s talented tongue and lips with only a twinge of disappointment. “If you let me breathe, I’ll tell you what you want to know. No torture necessary.”

“That is up for me to decide,” Draco purred, leaning over and sucking at the delicate skin behind Harry’s ear—no doubt renewing the hickey that he’d made anew every day since they’d wanked each other in Gryffindor tower on the first day of the Christmas hols. “You talk, I’ll listen. When you’re done, I’ll fuck you senseless, we can have a bit of a nap, and then we can do our homework while Dobby brings us something from the kitchens. It’s a simple plan, really.”

“I don’t know how you expect me to think straight when you do that,” Harry moaned, tossing his dark hair back to allow Draco better access. “I’m having trouble as is.”

“Then you’d better talk fast, Potter,” Draco quipped before going back to his task with relish.

Merlin, he’s going to kill me if my hormones don’t beat him to it, Harry thought resignedly. “Okay, so I went to go talk to Dumbledore last night when I left you, remember?” The blond gave an affirmative noise as he continued to suck at Harry’s neck and his hands wandered down to the waistband of his trousers to play with his belt and the fly. Harry couldn’t help but shiver as Draco’s cool fingers brushed the skin of his stomach briefly. “We were trying to find a good place for your mum and sibling to stay that wasn’t the school.”

That got Draco’s attention long enough that he looked up from trying to undress them both. Of course, Harry could have done without the murderous look in his eyes. “Why wouldn’t Mother and my sibling be here? Hogwarts has always been the safest place in Britain during times of trouble. Why is now different?”

“Well, it’s going to be a rather obvious place once Lucius and Voldemort discover they’re alive and that Snape lied, Draco. Where else was he going to take them so they couldn’t be tracked?” Harry asked, regretting that he’d upset his boyfriend. However, he knew it was better to get this discussion out of the way as soon as possible. “I own the Black family house. Sirius left it to me when he…when he died.” Harry took a deep breath before ploughing ahead. “It’s under Fidelius, but it needs a lot of work before it would be acceptable for anyone to live there on a permanent basis, my mad godfather excepted. Tonks and her parents are willing to do as much work on it as they can to make it liveable for your mother and the baby.”

“The Black house is in London,” Draco responded quietly. “She wouldn’t be able to leave it, would she?”

“No, but if she and Andromeda begin talking again, she can have Ted and Andromeda run errands for her, since their house isn’t safe anymore,” Harry said softly, taking Draco’s hands and rubbing them soothingly. “I know it’s not ideal, but it’s better than having all of you together when Lucius comes for his family.”

“So, you and Dumbledore expect me to sit here like a good little pawn while you ship my mother to a house you wouldn’t even let a mad convict inhabit with a sister she hasn’t talked to in over twenty years?” Draco asked coldly, tugging his hands away violently. “That’s a little more than just not ideal, Harry. It’s ridiculous that you’d even think I’d agree to it.”

Harry sighed and sat down at Draco’s desk, his erection gone and a headache blooming behind his eyes. “It’s the safest place we could think of, Draco. The house is under Fidelius. Dumbledore is the Secret Keeper. I’m the owner. Even if any of the Death Eaters tried to get into it, they’d be bounced off by the wards. Besides, it would preserve the Malfoy family, or isn’t that important to you now that your mother is safe?”

“How dare you say that,” Draco snarled. “You have no idea what it is like to be me.”

“And you don’t know what it’s like to be me,” Harry shouted, standing up so quickly that the desk chair crashed to the stone floor. “I’m trying to protect you, your family, my friends and their families and the rest of the ruddy Wizarding world from a madman, and all you can think about is a little difficulty your mum’s going to experience while I’m out saving the world?” He walked over to the door and opened it wide. “You know what? You can talk to me again when you’re being reasonable. I’m done with this conversation.”

He let the door slam shut behind him, but the sound only echoed in his mind and his heart as he trudged back to Gryffindor tower to find Hermione, Ginny, Luna, and Neville. They at least would understand if he didn’t want to talk right away.

TBC

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