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DNA Mishap	By : blade-of-the-shadows Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 30489 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 17
Disclaimer: If I wrote Harry Potter...believe me, you'd know the difference. But I don't so props to Rowling and I DON'T make any cash from this

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Harry stared out his window room glumly. It was the day after he found out his mother's affair and his true descent. He moved into Malfoy Manor only a few hours ago and he already wanted to leave.

Very much unlike the Burrow or even Grimmald Place, Malfoy Manor was a cold, quiet place. Too big for only two-three, Harry added silently-people to here and be happy. Even the Grimmauld place had the picture of Tonks-and Narcissa and Bellatrix- mother to scream at him. It was no wonder why Malfoys were always so cold and silent.

I would be the same if I lived here and had a father like Luci-. Suddenly, Harry's face scrunched up as if in pain. It was hard thinking of Malfoy senior as his father. He spent years thinking James was his father, coming up with all sorts of fantasies of what his life would be like if his parents were alive.

It would only be awkward as hell, he realized gloomily. His mother and James had a wizards wedding; they were bound through mind, body, magic, and soul. 'Divorce' was practically impossible. If they were both alive, Harry would probably be more miserable than he was at the Dursley's.

Harry sighed, his breath fogging the glass in front of him into a perfect circle. The silence was nearly imbearable. Or it would have been if Harry hadn't already spent eleven years of his life cooped up in a cupboard. And then six more years in a room only just slightly bigger than the cupboard. He practically mastered the art of being silent, when he had to at least.

A loud bang startled Harry, who turned to the source. Draco stood in the doorway, utterly pissed. He stalked towards Harry menacingly; stopping a foot or so away from him. Dressed in all black robes with silver trim, eyes flashing sharply, platinum hair falling softly to his shoulders, no longer slicked back; Draco looked like the angel of death.

"Get up, you damned bloody depressed wanker! You will not waste your life away locked up in this damned room. You will get up. You will fix your face in a Malfoy fashion. And you will come down for dinner. Now!"

Harry could only stare at him blankly. Well, at least Malfoy's back, he thought absentmindedly. Said Malfoy scowled at Harry and lifted his by his collar. Dragging the unresponsive man out of the room and towards the dining hall, Mal-…Draco spoke to him harshly.

"Listen up you self-centered git. Just because we happen to share the same father does not equate to the world around you collapsing. You fought against the Dark Lord for Merlin sake! Granted, Lucius was a very sick, twisted man. But I will not have you do this-." Draco abruptly stopped.

Swiveling around, he shoved Harry against the nearest wall, still holding him by his collar. Draco shoved his face into Harry's, snarling slightly. "My mother has already shut down, Harry. She sits in her room all day and stares at a picture taken on their wedding day. Sometimes she cries. Cries, Harry. The ice queen of the wizarding world. Known by most of her scary, calculating temper. And she's crying.

You aren't the first person I would pick to be my brother but," Draco said looking away, voice wavering slightly. "that is your role and you must accept it. No matter how small the drop, one from the Malfoy bloodline must always carry themselves with confidence no matter how bluff it is." Draco's voice dropped to an almost nonexistent whisper. "And I need you."

Abruptly, he let go of Harry and stepped back; once again composed in a Malfoy-like manor. "At least until Severus arrives. Then I will be able to have a proper conversation with someone an intellect quite like my own." Harry's head snapped up at the hidden insult, eyes narrowing. The corner of Draco's mouth twitched; the slur was intended for that reaction-or any reaction-from the dark haired man. "Until then, Harry, I must inflict self-torture by dealing with your meaningless tête-à-tête."

Bright green eyes narrowed further and Harry pushed off the wall intending to tell Draco off. But as he opened his mouth, Draco gave a bright grin and ran off, down the stairs. With a growl, Harry chased after him.

Vaguely, somewhere in the back of his head, Harry realized that this was more than an attempt to cheer him up. Draco really was lonely. His father was a Death Eater in Azkaban. His mother was a broken down mess after hearing the inevitable news. Alas, Snape was on his way and the attention Draco was giving him would soon disappear; leaving Harry to again drown into his own despairs and wallow in his depression.

Hastily skidding to a stop before he crashed into Draco, who had stopped in front of two elaborately carved doors of fine cherry wood, Harry was jarred from his melancholy thoughts. Only his Seeker reflexes prevented Harry from crashing into Draco or the door. Draco only raised an eyebrow delicately and smirked down at the shorter man.

Harry only scowled in return, resisting the urge to pummel the blond. He gestured towards the carved doors. "I'm guessing that's the way to the dining room. Are we going in or not?"

Draco's smirk widened into a grin and with dramatic flair, opened the doors backwards. As the doors banged loudly against the walls, Draco lifted his arms into a wide arc; waving towards the stunning room behind him.

Harry could only gape. The first thing he noticed was the huge table directly in the middle of the room. It stretched from about 10 feet from the door to the other side of the room, also 10 feet from the opposite wall. Made of a dark, rich wood the table gleamed in the light streaming from the floor-to-ceiling windows to Harry's left.

Chairs made of the same wood lined the table. Intricate designs similar to those on the doors decorated the chairs' arms and back. On the ceiling, an extremely large, golden chandelier hung delicately; only for show and not used to provide light.

The carpeting was a light cream color, softening the darker colored dining table and chairs. The walls were a slightly darker color than the carpets; decorated with paintings of different landscapes-assumingly from around the world-and scones used to provide light during the night. In other words, the grand room was extremely beautiful; leaving Harry standing in the doorway in awe.

Draco quietly stepped up next to him and spoke softly, "Beautiful, is it not?" Harry could only nod. "Before the Dark Lord returned, this was one of my father's favorite rooms. He ate all of his meals here, unless a circumstance would prevent him from doing so. He took pride and joy in this room; he designed it himself. Sometime after I was born, he just suddenly became...really...happy..." Draco trailed off, realizing that the reason for his father's happiness was standing beside him.

It hurt Draco to know that his father, in a way, cared more for Harry than him. But he knew that it was only because Harry is Lily's child; how could he care more for a child born from a woman he didn't love, compared to one he did? Draco didn't blame his father, Narcissa was a cold-hearted bitch and Lucius was forced to wed her. Hell, even Draco had problems loving his mother and would sometimes just love to toss her out on her ass and never look back.

"Draco?" Harry, who had came to the same conclusion as Draco on their father's happiness, looked at him with concern and laid a hand on his arm.

Draco sent Harry an unconvincing grin. "I am fine. Come on, I am starving." He hurried foreword, leaving a confused Harry in the doorway.

"Wait, we're eating in here?" he said, again looking around the grand room in awe.

Draco sent him a 'duh' glare. "What, you thought I dragged you all the way down here for a show and tell? Get your ass in here; I told you I am hungry." With that, he turned back around and promptly sat in the middle chair of the table.

Hesitating for only a moment, Harry joined Draco; sitting directly across from him in the opposite chair, his back towards the windows. Smirking faintly, Draco snapped his fingers and a house elf popped in with breakfast.

For the second time, Harry gasped. In front of him sat a feast worthy of Hogwarts. And just you know, that is a very hard thing to accomplish. The buffet in front him rivaled that of Hogwarts in both quantity and quality. Harry's stomach growled loudly, reminding him that he hadn't ate since lunch the previous day and was starving.

Harry blushed and looked towards Draco to see if noticed. If the widened smirk-now grin-meant anything, Draco clearly heard and found it amusing; Harry's face burned with embarrassment.

"Well you Griffindork bastard, do not sit there and starve yourself. Dig in. Hell, stuff yourself. You're skinny and short enough as it is." Draco-who, by the way, couldn't call anyway skinny-ladened his plate with scones, sausages, bagels, eggs, bacon...well, you get the idea. With a plate carrying a mini mountain, Draco immediately tucked in. He vaguely reminded Harry of Ron, just with a lot more manners and delicacy.

Harry himself could only stare as Draco ate. He never saw the Slytherin so laid back before. At Hogwarts he named the 'Ice Prince of Slytherin' yet here he was easily sending Harry-his former enemy in both House and person-warm smiles instead of painful hexes. Here he was, eating in a way no one-I repeat, no one-has ever seen and completely without one nasty remark/sneer/hex...Harry was confused.

Suddenly, a warm bread roll bounced off his head and only Harry's quick seeker reflexes prevented the roll from being wasted. He looked up to a scowling Draco.

Said man pointed a marmalade covered knife at Harry. "Eat. Now. If you do not, I swear on Merlin's balls, Harry I will sit on you and force food down your throat." Confident that Draco would most definitely go through with the threat, Harry filled his plate to Draco's satisfaction and 'dug in', as the blond had said earlier.

But Harry could not stop sending his newly found brother confused yet curious glances all throughout the meal. Though he tried to do it subtly, Draco noticed and was visibly growing irritated at Harry's lack of speaking his mind. By the end of their delightfully delicious breakfast, Draco had had enough. Pushing his plate away, the blond sat back and glared at his raven haired companion.

"Alright, Golden boy, cough it up. Whats up with the weird looks you keep giving me? I will tell you now, I do not like people giving me indescribable looks. So spill. It. Now."

Harry looked at Draco wide-eyed as he swallowed the last of his breakfast. "Well, its just that...well...you're..." He looked away and gulped.

"What? I am not a fragile little girl, dunderhead." Draco realized how tense Harry was and spoke in a softer voice. "Hey, just tell me whats going on."

Relaxing slightly at Draco's change of tone, Harry dared to look at the Slytherin. Noticing his opposites relaxed posture, he to relaxed further and took a deep,calming breath. "Well, its just that...I can't get used to this." He said, waving a hand between himself and Draco. "I mean, its not just that. The only blood relatives I have...thought I only had, completely hate me and now I found the guy I've always hated is my father and his son, my brother, is my biggest school rival."

Draco tried to say something, but Harry plundered on, again caught up in his angst. "And then my mother." His voiced cracked and his breath hitched. "My parents weren't the happy couple everyone kept on telling me. Why? Why did they lie to me? Its fucking killing me inside to know that the only thing I could count on, the one thing that could always cheer me up no matter what...was the thought that my parents were at least happy together."

"HARRY! STOP IT!" Draco stood so quickly, the chair he previously sat in flew behind him. (a/n that sentence sounds weird...I aint rewritin it) Draco panted slightly, staring down at Harry with an unreadable expression. Abruptly he jumped across the table-knocking a lot of food over, by the way-to grab Harry into a rough hug.

The brunette tensed in shock at the lighter haired man's abrupt compassion before collapsing into his chest, shaking and giving heart wrenching sobs. Never, never has Harry cried in front of someone. At the Dursley's, if he cried,, he was beaten. At Hogwarts, everyone expected him to be strong; even Hermione and Ron and the rest of the Weasleys-who were supposed to be his surrogate family-expected more of him. Perhaps he could have cried in front of Hermione, but what guy cries in front of a girl?

It felt good. Sharing your feelings with someone else. With each sob, Harry felt just a little bit of the weight on his shoulders lift. Only problem is, he didn't expect to do this with Draco.

The blond was usually more reserved and closed off about his emotions; the epitome of a good Slytherin, hence the name 'Ice Prince of Slytherin'. Also, only just yesterday did Draco stop being Harry's enemy. Harry didn't think that he could just cry so easily in front of him, let alone completely ruin his shirt with snot and tears.

Harry felt a warm hand gently stroke his hair and another rub soothing circles into his back. Slowly, his sobs eased into hiccups and his shaking stop to light shivers. The hands disappeared and strong arms wrapped around Harry; crushing him to Draco's chest. He felt Draco rest a cheek on top of his head.

"I am sorry, Harry." The blond whispered into Harry's unruly hair. "I-I know this will be hard, but please, please try. Lucius was not always a bad man. I-I remember him smiling a lot more when I was a kid. He was a lot more gentle and he actually had interesting friends. The Dark Lord changed him, I swear. He used to be a proud man." Draco's voice broke and took an almost steely tone. "That bastard had him grovelling at his feet. I hate that no nose having bitch."

Harry, to say the least, was surprised. From the way he acted, Lucius didn't seem like a man who would grovel at anyone's feet. Hell, he'd probably would rather die than do that. But Draco said he did just that and Harry believed him, if the vehemence in his voice was anything to go by.

Draco let Harry go and looked him in the eye. His eyes were slightly red and his cheeks were flushed. "Come on. I will show you how different he used to be." He said, determinedly.

The blond walked briskly out of the dining hall, forcing Harry to jog to keep up with Draco's longer, gliding stride.

"Where are we going." Harry said, panting slightly.

"To Lucius' 'hidden' study." Draco said without breaking his stride.
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