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For The Sake Of A Name	By : Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 52498 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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AN: Here is the third chapter as promised (so far so good)
Warnings and Disclaimer from first chapter apply etc.
I have been delighted with the positive responses I have received, so thank you to everyone who has reviewed. One anonymous reviewer said that they were glad to read a no OOC Fem!Draco, which I was very glad to hear, as I did have concerns about this.
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This is the re-written (and hopefully improved) version of chapter 3

Thank you to AchillesTheGeek, who has helped iron my small idiocies out of this chapter.

“Harry...?”
They were sitting near the lake while everyone else was busy packing to go home. Both of them had their heads in books but Draco had been lost in her own thoughts for some time, rather than actually reading.
“Hmm...” Harry responded without looking up.
“Why did you want to stay at Hogwarts so badly? I mean... don’t you want to go stay with your family? I would have been annoyed at you for staying for my sake, but that can’t be it because why would you and Dumbledore have already talked about it before?” Draco realised she had been starting to ramble and so stopped to take in Harry’s expression and was surprised to see a frown.
“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” she hastily added.
Harry carefully marked his page and put the book down, biting his lip; he seemed to be considering something for a few moments and Draco could do naught but be patient. She wasn’t going to push him into talking about something he didn’t want to, not when they were just really starting to trust each other.
“No, I will tell you,” Harry said eventually, “it is just... well... I don’t talk about it usually,” he explained. “Not even with Ron and Hermione, but they already know the gist of it, so there is never really anything to talk about.”
He frowned at a patch of grass but Draco knew to wait. The air was thick and tense around them, and it took another moment before Harry was ready to look up; but when he did, he turned so that they were sitting facing each other. Draco gave him a reassuring smile, hopeful that maybe he was actually going to open up to her.
“You might already know this but my aunt, uncle and cousin, the Dursleys, are the only family I have left,” Harry said and Draco gave him a small nod of confirmation. “Well, my aunt is my mother’s sister but they weren’t exactly close. The Dursleys pretty much hate and fear all things to do with magic; and yes, that does include me and my parents.”
Draco knew she was staring but couldn’t help it; the very idea sounded crazy, why would muggles be anything other than jealous of magic. To hate and fear it just made no sense to her at all, and hating family members because they DID have magic just seemed so backwards that it was almost funny. She was pretty glad that Harry suddenly seemed to be very interested in a few pieces of grass by his feet; mildly amused confusion was probably not the expression he would want to see on her face when he was speaking about these things.
“They hated you?” Draco queried, hoping to encourage him to continue; but also hoping she had misunderstood.
But Harry just nodded.
“Then why would Dumbledore make you live with them?” Draco asked in genuine confusion.
It had been her assumption that Harry Potter had grown up a pampered and adored little child, no matter who he grew up with, muggles or wizards. Draco had believed that they should have been friends because surely they were both important and had grown up knowing it; to learn that Harry had grown up so differently... she was going to have to rethink a few of her basic assumptions about the other teen; maybe I will finally have a chance of understanding him, she thought to herself.
“Yeah, they really hated me,” Harry said after a few more minutes, “I spent the first eleven years of my life with the cupboard under the stairs as my room. I have been cooking, or at least helping to cook, their meals since I could reach the stove with a step; I never had a birthday party; I never got presents for any occasion and all my clothes were the ones my cousin Dudley had grown out of,” Harry ranted; letting out his frustrations and anger at the upbringing he was forced into.
“I have been asking Dumbledore since I was eleven years old and first found out I was a wizard, begging him to not make me go back there.” Harry explained, looking up at Draco with a burning intensity in his eyes, “Apparently I had to though; some blood protection my mother left with me when she died.” At this Draco thought Harry sounded almost defeated, but his Gryffindor bravery won out, and he went on. “According to Dumbledore, living with my aunt kept that protection going; something about their house being my home; but it isn’t like Voldemort has even tried to do anything since my first year. I am just as safe here at Hogwarts, anyway; if not more so.”
Draco was stunned, not sure that she really knew Harry at all; not really sure that many people did, but feeling determined to be one of the few he would let in. The two teenagers sat in silence managing to not meet each other’s eyes; quite a feat given they were facing each other, but this had been a very personal conversation and neither was completely comfortable with their new-found closeness just yet.
“Harry! Draco!” Hermione’s voice carried across the grounds; disturbing the peaceful moment and catching both of their attention.
“Guess it is time for the leaving feast. Coming?” Harry asked as he got to his feet first; holding out a hand and helping Draco to hers.
They gathered up their books and the blanket, hurrying to join the usual group of Gryffindors who were making their way into the Great Hall. It was strange to know that they would have the castle more or less to themselves in a few hours; sure there would still be the majority of the staff, but without the students it would almost certainly be very quiet.
Many of the Gryffindors had been surprised to hear that they would be willingly staying at school, but Ron and Hermione understood and made Harry and Draco promise to come and visit at The Burrow for a week at least. Well Ron made Harry promise and Hermione had pointed out that Draco was, of course, welcome too.
“You sure you want to stay here Harry?” Ron asked hopefully for the third time that day.
Draco hid her laugh at the annoyed expression on Harry’s face by taking a swig of her pumpkin juice. Harry was definitely tired of trying to explain to Ron but although the red-head knew that Harry and Draco had grown a lot closer, he couldn’t get his head around his best friend wanting to spend that much time with the blonde.
“Yes Ron, I am sure, I am staying here,” Harry said, clearly struggling not to yell the words. “Besides, as I have already told you, I will have Draco for company. I am sure we will find some way to entertain ourselves,” he added.
At this Hermione’s eyebrows disappeared into her hairline and Draco promptly choked on her drink. As Harry patted Draco on the back asking if she was okay, Hermione met the Slytherin teen’s eyes with an expression that made it very clear she hadn’t missed how close Draco and Harry had been getting. Ron and Harry however seemed to be completely oblivious to the potential implications of Harry’s chosen words and the girls, particularly Draco, felt it was best to let them stay that way.
-#-
It was a warm summer’s day, and Harry and Draco watched from the astronomy tower as the streams of students made their way to Hogsmeade to catch the Hogwarts Express back to London. The two of them were both painfully aware that the majority of students were returning home happily to see their families, whilst they would remain in the school because they were that alone in the world. It was definitely a bitter-sweet moment; both of them glad to be allowed to stay but mourning the losses in their lives.
“Want to fly for a bit?” Draco asked once they had watched the train leave the station, it was nearly noon and they both needed the distraction.
“Sure, sounds good,” Harry said with a smile at the blonde. “Have you actually been on a broom since... well... the accident?” he asked hesitantly, as they started down the stairs from the tower.
“No... I have been putting it off,” she confessed, having to move her relatively short legs fairly quickly to keep pace with him. “What if I can’t fly anymore?” she asked.
Harry noticed that Draco looked genuinely anxious and slowed his pace to watch her more closely.
“You waited to fly with me because you were worried?” he asked; feeling incredible flattered and not even trying to hide how pleased he was.
“Yeah, well I figured you would be the most likely to manage to catch me if I fall,” Draco said and she couldn’t help but blush as an image of just that flashed through her mind. “Besides, better just you witnessing my humiliation, than the whole school. I thought there was at least some chance of you not telling everyone,” she teased; though, in truth, it was something she genuinely feared could happen.
“Of course I wouldn’t tell people,” Harry said, looking almost hurt that she had thought he would do such a thing. “And don’t worry, I won’t let you fall,” he promised. “Come on; let’s go teach you to fly all over again,” he said excitedly; taking Draco’s hand and dragging her through the corridors of the castle towards the Quidditch pitch.
“Accio broomsticks,” he called out, as they exited into the grounds towards the pitch.
By the time they had found Quidditch robes that didn’t swallow Draco completely, and both changed, their brooms were floating outside the changing rooms waiting for them.
“Ready?” Harry asked as he climbed onto his firebolt.
Draco took a deep breath. You have to do this sometime, she told herself; climbing onto her Nimbus 2001.
“I meant what I said, I won’t let you fall. I promise!” Harry shouted from a short way above her, apparently having spotted her hesitation. He sounded serious and concerned. Draco braced herself mentally for a few seconds more and then pushed off from the ground.
The air on her face and the sense of freedom made Draco feel like herself in a way nothing else had done in months; she was laughing out loud with pure joy. She was taking it slow, still slightly unsure with her balance, but apparently she truly was a natural, as flying seemed as easy as ever. She chanced a look to see where Harry was and true to his word he was circling below where she was flying; the safety net boosting her confidence. She sped up, doing a couple of fast laps before she flew over to Harry.
“Were you enjoying that?” Harry asked unnecessarily.
“It’s amazing... I think I will be okay now,” she told him. “Are you going to fly with me properly?”
“If you’re sure...?” he asked.
Draco nodded; she had really missed flying against Harry and he didn’t need to be told twice. He was off at high speed, Draco not far behind; the pair of them narrowly missing each other as they flew together.
They revelled in the sunshine, dipping and diving, soaring high above the ground in playful competition. They had been flying for maybe half an hour, in the intense summer heat; they were racing almost directly up into the sky.
“Draco, be careful! Please!” Harry called out seeing how Draco was bursting with determined to push her limits. He was concerned that it could be too much, given that he was feeling somewhat light-headed from the heat himself.
He was very glad that he had listened to his instincts, and hung back slightly, when Draco appeared to simply slide off the end of her broom. He had been mostly joking about catching her but didn’t hesitate to fly into her path and easily placed an arm around the falling girl’s waist, pulling her safely onto his broom and against his chest.
As his feet touched solid ground and he got them both off the broom, he let out a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding and wiped tears he didn’t notice crying from his eyes.
“Draco, come on, wake up now,” he commanded firmly.
He was holding her small form tightly in his arms against his chest and he was suddenly aware of how small she was; how the shorts she was wearing showed off most of her beautiful legs and the loose top was clearly doing nothing to show of the curves he could feel she had.
“Harry... you really did catch me,” she said; her voice quiet and shaky and she made no attempt to move from Harry’s arms. “Thank you.”
“You scared me half to death!” he chastised, but there was no anger there, only worry.
His fingers were running through her beautiful blonde hair which she was letting grow out; holding her close against him protectively.
“Of course I was going to catch you,” he told her and he didn’t let himself think before he placed a kiss on the top of the small Slytherin’s hair. It was a tense half a second but Harry smiled when he felt Draco relax against him even more.
“Perhaps we should go inside...” Draco mumbled slightly awkwardly but still didn’t make any indication that she was ready to let go of Harry.
“Dobby,” Harry called out quietly summoning the house elf.
“Harry Potter. How can Dobby be helpings you, Sir?” the small elf asked.
“Can you find and put away both of our brooms?”
“Of course, Harry Potter, Sir,” the elf said, nodding enthusiastically before he vanished into thin air.
Harry turned back to the girl still cuddled up against his chest; he was surprisingly comfortable with her there. Or perhaps not so surprisingly given the direction his thoughts about Draco often seemed to go lately. He had fought it at first, worried what others would think; reminding himself that this was his former rival. But the more time he spent with Draco, the more connected they felt and the less he was able to deny his attraction to her; least of all, to himself.
“Come on you,” he told her, “let’s get back inside, or at least out of this sunlight. We can just go relax in the Gryffindor common room or something.”
Draco had expected Harry to help her back to her feet, given his recent gentlemanly behaviour, but when he swept her up into his arms she couldn’t help the rather embarrassing squeak that escaped her. She told herself that it was only an instinctive fear on him dropping her that made her link her arms around his neck, as she gave him a questioning look.
“Well I don’t want you passing out on me again,” Harry told her; chuckling at the slightly indignant look she gave him.
“I think I can manage a few flights of stairs,” she said,; though Harry was pretty sure that Draco sounded equally amused and he noticed that she wasn’t fighting particularly hard to be put down.
“Well if you are sure you manage,” Harry said teasingly as they reached the castle.
“I am sure,” Draco said.
Harry helped her stand again; taking extra care to make sure she was stable on her feet before he reluctantly let go. They stood in a slightly awkward momentary silence, not really sure what to say, before Harry headed towards the Gryffindor common room.
“Harry...” Draco said, sounding hesitant and Harry turned, to see that Draco had stopped a few feet from the bottom of the stairs.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, I am,” Draco told him; reaching out and squeezing his hand, not wanting Harry to worry. “I just think I want to have a little time to myself, maybe have a bit of a nap.”
Harry gave her a small smile, “Of course, I will see you at dinner... right?”
Draco nodded and returned, what she hoped was, a reassuring smile. She was aware of Harry’s eyes on her, as she headed off in the other direction, towards her private room. She was honestly enjoying the attention Harry was giving her, but that was exactly why she needed the time to think.
-#-
Draco practically threw herself backwards onto her bed when she got back to her room, cursing Harry Potter and his Gryffindor niceties. How had things changed so fast? Harry seemed to be becoming increasingly comfortable being affectionate with her and she was all too aware that this could easily get out of hand, particularly now that they had the castle to themselves.
She grabbed the pillow next to her and pulled it over her face, letting out a frustrated scream. This was so not what she thought her life would be just a few months earlier. She still felt that falling for Harry was a bad idea, but for the life of her she couldn’t actually think of any reasons for thinking that way anymore.
Memories of how he had held her flooded her mind and caused a blush to tint her pale features. Oh, how her former family and friends would mock her if they knew that she had even allowed him to; let alone that she had enjoyed it. She couldn’t deny any more that it had felt safe; she actually trusted him. Draco believed that Harry would no longer bring her, or wish upon her, any harm, but was that a good enough reason to allow things between them to continue to develop? She wasn’t sure.
She moved the pillow back under her head and stared at the ceiling, as though waiting for the answers to appear there. Images of green eyes and cheeky grins made butterflies flutter in her stomach and warmth spread through her. She felt her heart beating slightly faster and, biting her lip, she let her hands move under the loose top she was wearing, gently touching her breast; almost drawing blood as she bit down harder with the shock of how sensitive her nipples had become.
Draco let her hand explore her own chest truly for the first time since the accident; she had been able to largely ignore the more physical changes but with the effect that Harry was having on her she felt hyper-aware of her own body.
She was surprised how soft and smooth her skin felt on her slight female frame. Her other hand moved over her waist, which was curved but slender. Draco was no expert on the female form, given his general lack of attraction to it, but he had looked closely enough over the years to be sure that he was now a petite but beautiful girl. Smugly he thought he could understand Harry’s attraction to her.
Feeling daring, Draco slid her fingers under the waist band of her shorts; she closed her eyes as she trailed them over the area where her manhood had once been. She was sure that had it still been there, it would have been hard and aching already; and the simmering ache of want was surprisingly familiar. She permitted a single small tear fall, for everything she had lost, but the heat between her legs and the images of Harry in her mind didn’t allow her to grieve for long.
Slipping her middle finger into herself, she realised how wet she already was; she found herself unable to hold back the groan that snuck past her lips as the palm of her hand slid over something that felt so good. Draco was still more than a little unsure of herself, as she gently moved her hand a few times and pushed a second finger inside.
It felt so good and she bit gently at her bottom lip, the sharp dash of pain only adding to the heady sensations of lust that were ebbing and flowing through her. She picked up the pace; her thumb and palm working in conjunction to send small tingles to all her nerve endings. Her breathing was becoming heavier and when she quickly came, with Harry’s name whispered into the air, the intensity of her orgasm surprised her.
She had thought it would be more... different; but the heady buzz and sweaty stickiness of the aftermath were familiar. As was the embarrassed she felt at what she had just done; though even more so, given that she had done it whilst picturing Harry. She just lay on the bed letting her breathing and heart rate return to normal, doing her best to reassure herself that she had done nothing wrong..
“Well, that was... interesting,” she said to no-one.
There really was no denying what she wanted any more but she sure as hell wasn’t about to let Harry have ALL the control, if this was where things were going. Draco was going to have to find some of that courage that those Gryffindors were always going on about.
-#-
At dinner the professors were sat about half way down one of the tables talking and Harry was just taking a seat next to Hagrid when Draco made her way into the Great Hall. She couldn’t help but blush a little as she took a seat next to Harry; hoping it wasn’t too noticeable.
“Feeling better?” Harry asked quietly, while Hagrid was busy offering Professor Flitwick a dish of boiled potatoes.
Draco nodded. “Yeah, thanks,” she said, giving Harry a genuine smile before piling a selection of foods onto her plate.
They mostly listened to the teachers talking, feeling slightly awkward about being the only students there. Professor Sprout was talking about the new plants she would start potting so that they would be ready for the next term; Flitwick was apparently heading off travelling the following week to meet a charms professor in Asia somewhere, who had some new ideas to do with speed at which spells could be cast; and Professor McGonagall was planning on enjoying some time travelling around Europe.
It was a little strange to hear that these adults actually had lives outside of teaching and Hogwarts but it was sort of pleasantly enlightening, in a way. Not to mention that they were just glad to not be asked to contribute to the conversations at all.
After they had both had some treacle pudding, the two teens asked to be excused and left the adults to their discussions and summer plans. Draco mentally readied herself as they made their way out of the Great Hall; she had decided what she was going to do, but actually taking action would be easier said than done. They had just turned the corner, out of sight of the teachers, when Draco, who was half a step behind Harry, slid her hand into his.
Draco looked up and met his eyes just in time to see when they went wide with surprise. She held back her amusement and smiled benignly; it was exactly the reaction she had been hoping for.
“Are you okay, Harry?” she asked as innocently as possible.
Her expression was open and kind; and she managed to appear mildly confused as to why he had suddenly stopped walking, and why he was now staring at her.
“Err... Yeah, of course...” he said, stumbling over his words.
Harry actually shook his head a little, to restore brain function, before they could start walking again; he had vaguely known the direction that his relationship with Draco had been heading in, but he hadn’t truly expected the Slytherin to be so... proactive. It was a pleasant surprise. He wasn’t going to complain about it, but it had definitely caught him a little off guard.
Draco couldn’t help but look smug, apparently she had a little bit of that Gryffindor courage after all; or maybe it was just that as a true Slytherin she did what it took to get exactly what she wanted. Whatever it was, she had taken back some of the power in the whole situation and was feeling much more like herself.
“So, you were going to show me this common room of yours?” Draco prompted.
“Yeah, sounds like a plan,” Harry agreed, “this way.” He led them up a stairway to their right, apparently quite happy to continue holding Draco’s hand.
“Maybe we can have a ‘You show me yours, I’ll show you mine kind of deal,’” Draco said with a smirk; knowing what Harry would hear in those words.
He didn’t let her down; opening and closing his mouth like a fish. Draco had to use all her will power not to burst out laughing at the shocked expression on his face; feeling more Slytherin than she had in months.
“...What...?” he finally managed to gasp out.
“You show me your common room tonight and maybe I will take you to see the Slytherin one tomorrow,” she said using the same innocent tone as she had before. “Are you really sure you are okay, Harry? You look a little shaken.”
“Yeah.... yeah, just fine Draco.”
-#-
Draco was true to her word. The next day she took Harry down into the dungeons and showed him the Slytherin common room; at which point the Gryffindor had confessed about having seen it in his second year, whilst under the guise of being Goyle. Draco had been slightly stunned and confused by this, but couldn’t find it in herself to be annoyed; she was simply too impressed and amused.
Over the next couple of weeks the two of them spent most of their time either in the Gryffindor common room or else out on the castle’s extensive grounds; often going flying before dinner. Draco had always managed to remain on her broom since the first time, partly at least because they always remembered to take flasks of water with them.
It had quickly become normal for them to take each other’s hand when walking somewhere and in the evenings when tired Draco would often curl up against Harry’s side. She had even fallen asleep that way on two separate occasions; though Draco always returned to her own room by the time Harry awoke.
They only ate their dinners in the Great Hall, choosing to have breakfasts in the kitchen and collect lunches, that the house elves would happily pack them each day, to eat elsewhere.
It was late one evening and they were sitting on a sofa in the Gryffindor common room. Draco’s head against Harry’s shoulder, her legs tucked up onto the seat, his arm around her holding them together.
“Harry?”
“Oh, I was starting to think you had fallen asleep,” Harry said, with a small chuckle; not taking his eyes way from the small flames in the fireplace.
“You like me right?” Draco asked and there was no mistaking the nervousness in her voice.
“What? Yes, of course I do. I thought I had made that fairly obvious by now,” Harry told her; he was glad that Draco was still leaning against his shoulder and unable to see the blush that crept across his cheeks.
“Good... then... will you kiss me?” Draco asked looking up at the boy who was holding her.
Harry didn’t speak but found he was moved by the open and trusting request; the pure honesty and simplicity of the moment between them. He placed a hand gently under her chin, making sure to look into her eyes as he placed a gentle kiss on her lips.
“With pleasure, any time, Draco,” he told her, when he pulled away a moment later.
They were both grinning happily as the blonde girl curled back up in his arms and fell asleep.

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Review responses:
ChaosLady - Thank you for your review and this is an interesting idea, that I will admit I overlooked, and although it would never work with my story plan, I do intend to add a couple of lines of explanation using the idea.
Cindy - Here is the next chapter, hope you enjoy, I will be updating every Sunday
Gruffard - Well I didn't want to jump right in, because i felt that would just not fit at all with the characters or plot, though there will be a smattering of smut through out this story (to varying degrees) from here on out. That said, this story is definitely not about the smut, it is a story about family, loving and being loved and having somewhere to belong
Nica - Welcome to world of Fem!Draco then, I have read a few, with mixed feelings. I have little like for the stories which change the gender of a character with no rhyme or reason but have read a couple of excellent stories with plot devices which change them. I am very glad to hear that you are enjoying what I am writing and hope you enjoyed this new chapter just as much. Please do keep reading, I will be updating again next Sunday.
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