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Gregory Malfoy	By : Slayer-of-Destiny Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7483 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter three

Harry blinked blankly at the redheads in front of him who were currently chattering on at him, at not to, as they had been for the last hour and a half. He had been sitting in the Three Broomsticks having lunch with Neville and catching up on everything from the last year, enjoying spending time with his gentle, understanding friend who due to liberal amounts of dittany was getting less and less scars. And then Molly, Ginny, Percy and Arthur had seated themselves at the table and started talking away. His warm and friendly feelings for Neville had disappeared when after twenty minutes the traitor had escape by saying he was due for a meeting at the Ministry. Though he had thrown Harry an apologetic look before flooing out.

The conversation had started out safe enough, the repairs at Hogwarts, the ball last week, Ron and Hermione had managed to finally track down her parents, their engagement. And then Molly and Ginny had started in on their not so discrete hint dropping and prodding, Percy had added his two knuts worth with a superiority that he had not lost despite the choices he had made in the last few years, and Arthur had sat smiling and murmuring agreements to things he had no idea to what he was agreeing to.

"Ah Harry, I'm sorry that I'm so late," The familiar voice had him freezing up before a large, warm hand fell onto his shoulder. Looking up he met sea blue eyes with an eagerness that surprised him from the moment that he had heard the deep, slightly gravely voice that still managed to sound smooth and cultured. "I do hope you did not think I stood you up," Gregory added.

"No its alright, Molly, Ginny, Percy and Arthur were keeping me company after Neville left," Harry smiled catching on.

"Ah that is good then, I did not think that I would be so late. The Healer was late in flooing in Julia's results," Gregory rolled his eyes.

"That's alright, is Julia ok?" Harry asked slightly concerned.

"Oh she's fine, she had an appointment two days ago, her and the baby are both totally fine," Gregory gave that small smile that warmed his eyes.

"I'm glad. Shall we?" Harry stood quickly and probably a little too eagerly but if Ginny flashed her cleavage at him one more time or flicked her hair he was going to crack.

"Harry, aren't you going to introduce us?" Molly's words were polite. Her tone and scowl were not.

"I am Gregory Malfoy. A pleasure," Gregory bowed his head politely but he didn't remove his hand from Harry's shoulder. The grip was firm but not painful, reassuring and warm. And once again Gregory was much too close to Harry for the good of Harry's thought processes. His spicy scent drifting over Harry and through his senses like a drug. And some how it managed to relax him at the same time.

"Malfoy," Percy sneered at Gregory making Harry's hackles rise. "I had heard that you were all coming back into the country,"

"Yes, after everything that happened we came home to give what support we could to my brother and his family as well as hopefully righting wrongs that have been made," Gregory said tightly.

"That will take a lot of work," Arthur snorted.

"But at least they are making the effort to do so, unlike the other families that are just leaving the country," Harry said sharply causing the four Weasley's to look at him shocked.

"Well…yes of course. I did not know you knew any of the other Malfoy's besides Lucius, Draco and Narcissa Harry," Molly smiled weakly.

"I met them when I went round to ask them to sign Severus's petition," Harry shrugged lightly so that he didn't disturb Gregory's hand which he was quite happy with staying where it was for as long as possible.

"You went alone to Malfoy Man…erm…that was…" Ginny stammered catching the dangerous flash in Harry's eyes that she had the sense to recognise as warning.

"It was perfectly safe. They were all very polite and welcoming," Harry said shortly.

"It was foolish, just a few months ago they would have…" Arthur started but Harry snapped his eyes onto him.

"Just a few months ago Draco lied to save mine, Hermione and Ron's lives. And only a little bit after that Narcissa lied right to Voldemort's face to beat him," Harry snapped before gathering his cloak. "I'll see you on Thursday," He nodded to them all before leading Gregory into Diagon Alley. Once they were in the alleyway both of them seemed to stop at some unnamed signal and turned to each other.

"I apologise if I overstepped my bounds or caused problems with your friends, I did not mean to cause trouble, but you looked as though you needed rescuing," Gregory said quietly, if he was any other man but a Malfoy Harry would say that he was looking at him unsurely.

"Oh no! I did need rescuing, I was trying to come up with a polite way to run away when you came over. I'm sorry for what they were saying," Harry frowned.

"You do not need to apologise Harry, it is not something that everyone is not thinking or saying behind our backs," Gregory shrugged.

"Well you don't deserve it, the Malfoy name was cleared and you are trying to put things right," Harry scowled.

"Thank you for your defence Harry, it means a lot to me…and to my family, and not just because of your name. We know that what you are saying, you truly believe it," Gregory said softly. Harry felt the blood rushing to his cheeks, he couldn't stop himself from blushing and he couldn't pull his gaze away either.

"I erm…well thank you for your rescue," Harry stammered, blushing darker as he did so.

"I take it you were being pushed towards Miss Weasley again?" Gregory smiled slightly.

"Yes, again. They were alright to start with. Then they started on the hints, if I heard bonding ceremony or proposal one more time I was going to scream," Harry sighed rubbing his temple.

"Do you have any plans for the rest of the afternoon?" Gregory asked. Harry started and looked up at him cautiously wondering whether the middle Malfoy was being polite or actually wanted his company.

"Not really, I just had plans for lunch with Neville and the afternoon to myself," Harry said slowly not sure what to say so as not to embarrass himself. He really wished Hermione was in the country so that he could talk to her about this.

"Would you mind my company for a little while then?" Gregory asked, his eyes drilling into Harry. Harry felt his breath catch in his throat, the idea of getting to spend more time with the middle Malfoy had been playing on his mind lately, he had even been curious as to whether he would be at the next party Harry would be dragged to!

"I'd like that," He admitted shyly, seeing the flash of…something running through Gregory's eyes. He wished that he was better at reading people for emotions other than hate and danger, those two and he knew what you were thinking but the minute it was anything else he was clueless.

"Did your friend manage to retrieve her parents safely?" Gregory asked as they started off at the slow stroll down the alley. Almost cautiously Gregory's hand was placed in the middle of Harry's back as a guide as they walked together.

The Alley had been one of the places that the wizarding public had rallied round to restore. Various builders and constructors donating their time to help rebuild the alley back to its former glory, constant repairs were being made on the shops that had been damaged and destroyed in various attacks. Ollivanders was already repaired and running again for the new term coming up.

So Diagon alley was once again a small hive of activity with either shoppers, builders or volunteers helping where they could. Embarrassingly it was Gringotts that needed the most repairs after their little episode with the dragon.

"Yes, she finally tracked them down. She's restored their memory and explained everything that happened in the last year. They're coming back in the next couple of days," Harry smiled at the thought of finally being able to see his friends again.

"It must be strange for you, having spent the last year with only them from what I have heard, to them being out of the country and away from you," Gregory part asked, part questioned.

"We've not really been away from each other for very long in the last seven years to be honest, a month at the most, and eve then we could owl each other occasionally. It sort of feels like I've lost a limb to be honest," Harry chuckled embarrassed at the confession.

"From what I have heard, and what little you have said it sounds like they are very good friends," Gregory gave Harry his sort of smile that made his eyes glitter.

"I couldn't have lasted this long without them. They are like family to me, we have our snaps and snipes at each other and our fallings out. But in the long run we love each other too much not to be there when we are needed, and when we're not talking we miss each other," Harry explained before blushing. "Sorry, I'm going on,"

"There is no need to apologise Harry, I asked, I wanted to know. They are clearly important to you. You do not mind that they are together?" Gregory asked curiously.

"No, not at all. In fact it's a relief," Harry burst out laughing at the question.

"A relief?" Gregory asked looking amused at the hilarity Harry was showing, even if he was looking bemused as well.

"Ron has been metaphorically pulling Hermione's pigtails since we met her on the train for our first year of Hogwarts. Everyone else has seen it coming for years, but they seemed blind to each others feelings and danced around each other until this year," Harry rolled his eyes. "Everyone's relieved that they have finally seen the light and realised that they are obviously meant to be together,"

"That is a long time to have feelings for each other," Gregory raised an eyebrow.

"If Ron wasn't such an idiot they probably would have gotten together in our sixth year," Harry said fondly.

"An idiot?" Gregory was definitely looking amused now.

"He decided that sucking face with another girl was a healthy way to deal with the fact he was in love with our best friend. He took denial to a whole new level,"

"Oh dear, that would have made things uncomfortable for you," Gregory snickered catching Harry's attention. The man didn't laugh a lot, but when he did it felt as though a shock was running through all Harry's nerves.

"Being in between those two is never a pleasant experience when they are fighting. They may love each other to the end and back, but by Merlin can they fight!" Harry mock shuddered even as he scrambled to get his brain functioning again.

"They sound a little like Leander and Marcus, Leander will not take 'the Malfoy shit' as he phrases it. When they fight we all go to the other side of the manor," Gregory snorted.

"Yup they definitely sound alike. Ron and Hermione would start growling at each other and the Gryffindor common room would clear like everyone had apparated," Harry smiled at the memory.

"I would very much like to meet them both, they sound exceedingly interesting," Gregory said softly.

"I think they would find you very interesting as well," Harry grinned, using the excuse of someone passing a little too close to step closer into Gregory's space.

"I believe that anything Weasley is repelled to anything Malfoy," Gregory said equally as softly as before.

"I could say the opposite, and yet you are intrigued to meet Ron," Harry raised an eyebrow.

"However your friend has every right to think bad of the Malfoy family, especially if my nephews stories of all your past dealings in school, not to mention with my brother are to be believed," Gregory pointed out leading Harry down a side alley that Harry had only been down once or twice. It was a higher class part of Diagon, and had escaped with the least damage.

"And yet I have seen passed that to see the truth. The Weasleys are a light family yes, but the most important thing to them is family. We may not agree with the choices that your family have made, or with the views that over the years Draco has expressed to us, or more importantly Hermione. However we saw that Lucius, Draco and Narcissa had become disillusioned with Voldemort and Narcissa saved my life," Harry spoke plainly but Gregory felt the words straight to his chest.

"You really, truly are a unique being Harry Potter," Gregory shook his head looking away from Harry's piercing green eyes.

"There is too much hatred, I've spent to long hating and being hated. Holding onto a pointless hate is not worth the energy," Harry answered simply.

Gregory led Harry to a table outside of a café. They seated themselves and Gregory waved to the near by waiter before turning back to Harry. "My normal is tea and the cake of the day from here is always delicious, do you mind?"

"That's fine," Harry smiled.

"Hatred is in human nature," Gregory said going back to the conversation.

"And hatred is what created Voldemort. He hated and hated, he hated his muggle blood, he hated his wizarding blood. Both worlds failed him and he hated enough to want to destroy both. Its because of his hatred that he was defeated. Both times," Harry sighed.

"Both times?" Gregory frowned before shaking his head. "Please do not feel that you have to speak to me about this, I know how tired you must be of having to discuss it," He said quickly.

"No its alright, this I don't mind talking about too much to someone who is not simply looking for a story. Voldemort, who never knew love, who never loved couldn't understand it, so he underestimated the power of love. My mother died for me, because she loved me, the oldest magic alive, the magic that runs through all our veins, magic more powerful than anything else. She activated it with her sacrifice, because she loved me. And that is the reason the spell backfired, that is what protected me that night. Love," Harry smiled sadly.

"Love? Something so simple?" Gregory frowned.

"Ah ah! You are underestimating it as well. Humans are ultimately selfish beings, but love, love makes us step in front of curses to protect those we love. Love meant that Voldemort, so powerful in mind magic, couldn't take control of a fifteen year olds mind," Harry to his shock found himself enjoying this conversation, talking about it to someone unbiased.

"A fifteen year old! Please tell me…" Gregory's eyes were wide as he looked at Harry.

"Yes it was me. After the events in the Ministry of Magic…when…when Sirius was killed. I chased after Bellatrix, but Voldemort had arrived at the Ministry. He and Dumbledore duelled but Voldemort took control of my mind to try and kill me that way. However the pain I was feeling from Sirius's loss, the overwhelming love I felt for Sirius and the overwhelming grief that came with it, my love for my friends that went into danger with me, thinking we would be facing Voldemort, the love I felt for my parents, even the love I felt for Dumbledore, my flawed mentor, but someone who had been there for me. All of it was too much. As I said, Voldemort never knew love, he never tried to find it, and he couldn't stand to feel it in me," Harry's eyes were distant as he spoke, the memories still so clear in his own mind.

"He was hatred where you are love," Gregory speaking pulled him back and he looked at Gregory blushing.

"We are similar you know. Very similar," Harry said quietly. Gregory clearly wanted to speak but their waiter brought their tea and cake so he had to wait with clearly ill disguised impatience for the man to walk away.

"What do you mean you are alike, you are nothing alike," He said quickly.

"But we are. Both orphaned at a young age, brought up somewhere where we knew we weren't welcome, made to think there was something wrong with us because of our magic. At Hogwarts we were singled out, me for being 'the boy who lived' him for being the heir of Slytherin. The Sorting Hat wanted me in Slytherin. Both Parseltongues. We even looked similar, before the whole snake face thing. But we were different in our choices," Harry smiled. "Dumbledore once told me that it is our choices that decide who we are,"

"What choices?" Gregory asked cautiously.

"I chose not to be bitter about my childhood, instead I appreciated the friendship and love that was offered to me, I found my own family instead of looking for revenge. I chose to protect the world that had left me in a home where I wasn't wanted, who alternately loved or hated me," Harry shrugged.

"Back to love. You chose love over hate," Gregory picked up.

"Exactly. And finally…it was love that stopped that killing curse from doing its job in the Final Battle," Harry said hesitantly. This was the first time he had spoken about it outside of Hermione and Ron.

"How do you mean?" Gregory asked hesitantly, his blue eyes searching Harry's face intently.

"I faced Voldemort knowing I was going to be killed, I faced him to protect those that I love. Hermione, Ron, Mrs Weasley, Mr Weasley, Fred, George, Bill, Charlie, Fleur, Remus, Tonks, Teddy, Kingsley, Neville, Ginny, Luna, Percy, Severus. For the people I had lost, Sirius, Moody, my parents, Cedric. I died with all the love that I had been offered in my life, with all the love I had been shown in my heart. I died to protect them," Harry finished in barely a whisper.

"Just as your mother died for you," Gregory gasped.

"Exactly, it was because of love that the killing curse, the epitomite of hate, wouldn't work," Harry smiled nodding.

"You had too much love for the hatred of the killing curse to work," Gregory figured out.

"Exactly. It was even love that stopped him from casting the curse at the wrong moment," Harry smiled at the look of complete confusion on Gregory's face. "A mother's love protected me in my first confrontation with Voldemort, my own mother's love, just as a mother's love protected me at the last confrontation,"

"Narcissa," Gregory blinked.

"Exactly. It was her love for Draco that gave her the courage to defy Voldemort to his face. Love, is more powerful than anything else out there," Harry sat back and sipped his tea as he watched Gregory absorbing everything that he had just been told.

"Everyone is talking about some deep and amazing power that you must have held, some spell or ritual you cast," Gregory smirked.

"And it is something as simple as love," Harry nodded.

"I repeat, you are an amazing, unique person Harry Potter," Gregory chuckled.

"We just agreed that it was simple," Harry frowned, he really thought that Gregory was different, that he wouldn't be the same as everyone else in the wizarding public making a hero out of him.

"Yes it is simple, it is something that we all have. But even so you did have a deep and amazing power. You have shown it with my family, the ability to allow your love to overcome hatred. Not many could face their death and think only of the love they have been given despite the hatred they have felt, not many could love so much and forgive after so much heartache and pain in their lives. You have mentioned your childhood, and I will not pry, but its clear that you have every reason and right to resent the deal that life has given you. But instead you choose to see the love you have," Gregory gave Harry a true, honest smile that softened the blonde's face and allowed Harry to see that warmth, that light that burnt within the middle Malfoy clearly.

"As I said, too much is wasted on hate and bearing grudges. I refuse to live my life like that, I have seen what that creates, I've seen the monster you become," Harry shook his head. "And just as I have learnt that lesson, so has Hermione and Ron. I'd like to think that we have come out of this wiser,"

"I think you have Harry. Your mere presence at my families trial says that you have. And it burns in your eyes," Gregory placed a bare finger under Harry's chin, raising it so that their eyes locked.

Electricity shot through Harry's system. His heart was beating a thundering tempo, his magic sang through his body and he had never felt someone else's heat, someone else's awareness the way he felt that lone finger on his chin.

"My eyes?" He managed to breathe out.

"Your eyes, they have seen so much, the best and the worst of human kind. Your experiences, your pains. They all burn there for everyone to see. Along with a knowledge and a wisdom," Gregory spoke softly, but the words were so powerful Harry could feel them brushing along his skin.

"You see all that?" Harry breathed out reaching up to careful wrap his fingers along Gregory's wrist, no longer able to resist touching this man.

"I see you Harry. I see the reluctant hero, who really doesn't want anything to do with his fame, who did what he did only to protect those he cares about and loves. I see the man you have become, that you have shaped into taking in all the knowledge you have learnt along the way to try and become a good person. I see the strength of your courage and the power of your soul, but your wish to not have to lead anymore, to be allowed to just be," Gregory said before blinking his eyes and breaking the intensity of the moment just before it become too much.

"No one just sees or knows that much," Harry's tone wasn't accusing but Gregory averted his eyes and gently took his hand back. Stupidly Harry felt cold without that touch, without Gregory's eyes on him.

"I…I am not a seer…it is more…more empathic seeing. I see what others feel if that makes sense, what feelings make up their character," Gregory shrugged embarrassed, which completely stumped Harry. He wasn't sure that embarrassment was something a Malfoy could feel.

"That's pretty cool, so do you have any luck with any other things to do with sight?" Harry asked curiously. Even though he didn't have the best history with divination, and the best human seer that he met had been Trelawney, he still had a healthy respect for it.

"Erm, well I'm good with the tarot cards but everything else to do with divination does not work for me. Grandfather says that his mother had a skill of sight, so perhaps that is where I get it from, Phoenix is showing to have some promise with the tarot cards as well, Orlandus though has more luck with a crystal ball and rune stones," Gregory relaxed as he spoke seeing only open interest on Harry's face.

"As long as you don't suddenly and randomly start prediction my death its not a problem with me," Harry grinned guessing people had reacted badly the past to the revelation of Gregory's skills if his reaction was anything to go by.

"Randomly predicting your death, why on the earth would I do that?" Gregory asked confused. Grinning wider Harry started telling Gregory about his classes with Trelawney from the first one.
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