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What Lies Beneath	By : Kitty_Savella Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 7993 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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What Lies Beneath – Chapter 3

Author: Kitty Savella and Araea Swiftwind

Rating: M

Pairing: Harry/Severus with possible Harry/Draco

Warnings: Baby-talk, foul language, and possible poor spelling. (I don't have a beta on this one.)

“So, you told me that it was the fact that you saved my life that makes you call me by my first name,” Draco boldly stated as he sat next to me in the library. I was doing some potions research in an effort to be of some assistance to Severus. Though, it was far more likely that I'd just wind up being a hindrance and being thrown out of the lab.

“Yes, that's part of it. It's also that you saved me from being found out in your house, your mother saved me in the Dark forest, and I'm learning that associating with Slytherins isn't so bad.”

“So, you're saying that for all our fighting in the last seven years, all I'd have to do to make you like me was be nice to you?” Draco asked incredulously.

I smiled kindly. “Pretty much. Do you remember when we first met, Draco?”

His brows furrowed for a moment before he replied, “It was on the train, wasn't it? You were sitting with Weasley, if I recall.”

My smile dimmed a bit at the mention of Ron, but I soldiered on. “No, actually. Our first meeting was in Madame Malkins'. We were both being fitted for our school robes. You were nattering on about how rich and wonderful you were, and how you were just bound to be a Slytherin, since your whole family was. To me, you sounded just like my spoiled cousin, and so I instantly disliked you. You hadn't a kind word to say about anything or anyone, and then your mum was just the same. I wrote you off that day as being nothing more than a stuck up prat.

“When we met again on the train and you insulted my only friend, ever, I knew I'd made the right decision to hate you. It wasn't Ron's fault he had red hair and freckles, or that he was poor. And I didn't know anything about blood purity at the time, and I didn't care. All I knew is that you hated the one person who liked me, so I hated you. And all of our altercations after that were the same. You just wouldn't leave Ron and Hermione alone, and so I couldn't forgive you.”

Draco was dumfounded at my honesty. It was written plainly on his face. He was so used to Slytherins skirting around the truth that my Griffindor bulldozing was shocking. I laughed.

“Didn't expect me to be so open and honest, did you?”

He shook his head, “No, not really. I expected you to say something about how all Slytherins were evil, and you'd heard something about my family's reputation, and so you disliked me for those reasons. Something that would be typical of the rivalry between Griffindor and Slytherin. Not some honest shite about how much of an arse you saw me as.”

“Shite? It was the truth. You were a stuck up aresehole and you know it.”

“Only because you wouldn't be my friend and hung out with a blood-traitor and a mudblood!” As soon as he said it he clapped his hand over his mouth. “Shite, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that...”

My lips tightened into a thin line. I'd become much more touchy about what people called Ron and Hermione after their deaths. I couldn't stand anyone besmirching their names. They were war heroes. Without them I wouldn't have survived; school or fighting Voldemort.

“I don't care if you meant it or not, you bloody git. You said it, and that's enough. You've always been like this. Ignorant of what people around you might be feeling. Oblivious to the hurt you might be causing with your words. You just say whatever pops into that thick head of yours. That's something I really hate about you, Draco.” I got up from my table and picked up my tome. I took it to Madame Pince for check out before leaving the library. I just couldn't be around him anymore.

Ron. Hermione. I missed them so much. I didn't really have anyone anymore. I couldn't go to my friends and rant about what an arse Draco was. Dean, Seamus and Neville weren't really close enough to me for that kind of conversation. Plus, I didn't really want them to know about my relationship with either Draco or Severus. I couldn't go to Dumbledore and get things off my chest anymore, or firecall Remus or Sirius. I didn't have Ginny to lean on, or Molly to hug and feel better. And Severus. Severus. He just wouldn't get it. He'd take too logical an approach at talking me out of my anger instead of just agreeing with me until I didn't care anymore.

I was so alone.

Voldemort, in a way, had won. He'd taken everything from me, even though he was dead.

“Harry?” Someone was calling my name, but I was drowning in my own sorrows. I didn't care if there was someone who wanted to talk to me.

“Hey-wee! Unnel Hey-wee!” The sound of my godson's voice broke me out of my dark musings and my face involuntarily lit up. There was something the Dark Lord hadn't managed to take from me. This gorgeous little metamorphmagus who was my last link to Remus and my parents.

Today, Teddy decided he wanted to be a little raven-haired boy with luminous blue eyes. I fell in love with that little boy all over again and held my hands out to Andromeda, the one who had originally called my name. In all of my musings, I had forgotten that it was the weekend, time for me to have my bonding time with Teddy and give Andromeda a break.

As we were doing the hand off, Draco came out of the library and saw his aunt for the first time. She looked so much like his mother, I'm sure it took him aback, just like seeing Ginny did for me. I felt it was my duty to introduce everyone.

“Draco, this is your Aunt Andromeda Tonks. Andy, this is Narcissa's son, Draco Malfoy. Teddy, this is your cousin Draco. Can you say Dray-coh?”

Teddy, the sweet little boy, scrunched up his face and came out with, “Dway-oh.”

Draco's silver eyes widened and looked at the small boy in my arms. The little boy looked so much like me, he could have been my son. I looked down at Teddy and realized, with quite a bit of shock, that he'd changed his eye color to molten mercury, like Draco's when he was angry or excited. This made him look like a combination between myself and Draco. Even Andromeda noticed, if the slight look of horror on her face was any indication.

“My...Aunt? And this little boy, he's...” Draco couldn't finish. He seemed so confused at the appearance of little Teddy, looking so unlike his aunt. “But how?”

I took pity on him and explained. “Remus Lupin, our Professor from third year and a friend of my parents, married Andromeda's daughter, Nymphadora. They had a son, Teddy, and named me his godfather, as Sirius Black—your other cousin—was mine. Andy and I are all little Teddy has left of his parents. On the weekends, I take him so that Andy can get some things done, and I can bond with Teddy. We've had this arrangement since the end of the war.”

“My mother spoke of you, once, when she was talking about Sirius Black. She mentioned a sister that disgraced the name of Black by marrying a muggle. I had no idea you'd look so much like her, though. Aunt Bellatrix looked nothing like mother.”

“Yes,” Andromeda began, “I am quite a bit more like your mother than Bellatrix, however we differ in many ways. For example, I don't mind muggles, I haven't a care in the world for blood purity, and my family can go hang if they don't like my choices. It's my life, and what I choose to do with it is my business.” She gave Draco a hard look, as if challenging him to say something about family, or blood purity, or anything.

“I see,” was all he said.

“Well, as much as I love chatting, Teddy and I have a full day today. Since I happened to forget that today was the beginning of the weekend, I need to change some of my plans. Thank you for dropping him off, Andy. Draco, always a pleasure.” I bowed to the both of them and, still carrying Teddy, made my ways to the dungeons.

A/N: So here it is, folks, the third chapter. I managed to finish it much faster than I originally thought. Hopefully the fourth one will be here soon. I have no idea how many chapters this story will be, but it'll get done when it wants to be done. I can't promise you that I'll continue to update this quickly all the time, but I can say that every time I get the urge to write, I'll do what I can.
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