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Erotes	By : Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 70634 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 19
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AN: Chapter 30. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Thank you all for your patience, and sorry this took a while. I am hoping for the next update to be on Jan 14th because that will be the 1 year anniversary for this story, but as it is not yet started, time will tell.
The start of the final scene was inspired by and dedicated to Gravity's Child, though I suspect it was not exactly what you intended ;)
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Warnings: Swearing, slash and Adult themes. For full warnings see story description.
Thank you to my beta, AchillesTheGeek
(Note: This is the updated edited version of the chapter. Updated 29/05/2016)
While Tonks was busy teaching one of her Defence Against the Dark Arts classes, Remus sat in their private rooms, enjoying some time alone with his book collection. Ever since Dumbledore had requested he move into the castle in order to help protect Harry, he had a lot of free time to do such things. Honestly, he felt as though he wasn't doing much to help Harry and Draco's situation at all but at least it was nice to be able to live with his girlfriend.
Having spent a good deal of his life being generally shunned by the Wizarding community, the idea of having a girlfriend was a strange concept to him; that Tonks not only tolerated, but actively sought out his company was quite a novel feeling. He had spent some time resisting but she had been surprisingly determined on the matter.
He did find the term 'girlfriend' strangely juvenile, though he had been unable to think of another word that fitted. ‘Lover’ sounded far too sordid and ‘partner’ felt too serious for their relatively new relationship. He supposed it fell somewhere between them all and, in the end, the fact that it was there at all was far more important to him than whatever name it was given; they could call it whatever they liked, and he would be grateful to have it.
One thing he did wish, though, was that he could spend more time with Harry. Not that Harry was avoiding him in any way, it was just that the boy seemed to be perpetually busy and Remus was reluctant to add more to the teenager's already overloaded plate. The two of them talked every few days, even if it was usually just a conversation in passing in the corridors. While he would have loved more, Remus understood that Harry's main priorities were his education and Draco; he could never resent that.
There was a sharp knock at the door, which pulled Remus from his thoughts rather suddenly. Shaking himself from his reverie, he placed the book he had been holding, but not reading, to one side and crossed the room. He had a thoughtful frown on his face as he went to answer the door; he wasn't sure who it could be at such a time given that most of the students and teachers would be in class.
The werewolf opened the door to reveal the Headmaster standing there. "Good afternoon, Remus," Dumbledore greeted warmly, a disarming smile on his face.
"Headmaster," Remus said, somewhat surprised to see the elderly wizard standing outside his room. They hadn't spoken a great deal since he had come to Hogwarts and it was the first time that Dumbledore had actually come to him.
"I was wondering if you would spare me a moment of your time,” Dumbledore requested politely, peering over top his glasses and waiting expectantly. "I have a matter of some importance which I would like to discuss with you."
"Oh, right," Remus said suddenly, realising that it wasn’t entirely polite to leave the man standing at the doorstep. "Please, come in," he said, stepping aside and allowing Dumbledore to pass him, before closing the door.
"Some tea, perhaps," the Headmaster suggested, making himself at home in the chair that Remus had been using before.
"Good idea," Remus agreed, and gave a couple of easy flicks of his wand in the direction of the kitchenette in the room; he watched for a moment as kettle floated to the tap and filled itself, before settling over the top of a small flame he had just lit. With some apprehension, he took a seat on the sofa across from Dumbledore.
“How can I be of assistance to you?” Remus asked, the words coming out a little more formally than he had intended. It wasn’t in his nature to be pushy, but if the Headmaster had a ‘matter of some importance’ to discuss then this visit was not purely social and he had a sinking feeling that he wasn’t going to like what he was about to hear.
"It is a somewhat tricky matter,” Dumbledore said, watching the younger man closely for a few moments before going on. “I am not sure how much you have been aware of, Remus, but we, and by that I mean Severus and I, have been keeping Lucius Malfoy restrained within Hogwarts; more specifically, within Severus' quarters," the Headmaster said almost conversationally.
Remus' expression was pinched with tension; from what he had knew of Malfoy's disappearance, and from the rumours he had heard of the man's visit to the school and confrontation with Draco, he had thought that Dumbledore had likely arranged something of the sort. However, the confirmation of it still made him a little uncomfortable, no matter what Malfoy had done.
"I admit, I suspected as much," Remus said with a nod. He was curious as to why Dumbledore was telling him this now; after all, he had gathered that Lucius Malfoy's imprisonment was not a particularly recent turn of events. And then the sickle dropped. "Something's changed," he stated, knowing the Headmaster would have had no reason to discuss this with him if it hadn't. "What's happened?"
"The situation has become... complex," the Headmaster informed him with a small, polite smile. Remus didn't look impressed or surprised by these words however, and simply waited for him to elaborate. "Severus has requested I find alternative lodging for Lucius for the time being."
Remus thought there was probably more to it than that, but Dumbledore was never one to share more than he felt other people needed to know and so, when the Headmaster said nothing more, Remus didn’t press the matter. He wasn't sure what to say and so was thankful when the whistle of the kettle broke the tense silence. Pushing himself to his feet, Remus headed into the kitchenette to decant the now boiling water into the tea pot; it at least gave him a few moments to think.
“I know that you and Lucius do not have the best of histories but I was hoping...” Dumbledore started to say, clearly trying to be diplomatic; however, Remus swiftly cut him off.
"No, not happening. He is not living here," Remus interrupted decisively, looking up from tray where he was placing tea cups next to the teapot. "If Snape, who is supposedly Malfoy's friend, can't live with him, then how do you think Tonks and I will fare? I'm sorry; I want to help, I really do, but I just can't do it."
"I quite understand, of course," Dumbledore said kindly, bowing his head in a nod as Remus returned to the living area and placed the tea tray on the coffee table.
A heavy silence hung over them as the Headmaster accepted a cup of tea from the werewolf and watched as Remus returned to his own seat, cup in hand. Dumbledore said nothing more but Remus could still feel the air of expectation all around them, and that irritated him, the need to say or do something itching at his skin.
"How can you ask this of me?" the werewolf asked irritably, after a few moments and a few sips of his hot beverage, which had done nothing to calm his growing temper.
"Because I believed you would wish to help," the Headmaster said bluntly, peering over the top of his spectacles again, as he had an annoying habit of doing. "Lucius’ imprisonment here is for his own safety, as much as for ours," Dumbledore informed him, raising his tea cup to his lips slowly and elegantly.
Remus shook his head in confusion, letting out an annoyed huff and baffled as to how the Headmaster's words were supposed to persuade him to agree. 'Is he seriously trying to win sympathy for Lucius Malfoy?' Remus wondered incredulously. "As far as I am concerned, that man deserves to reap what he has sown," he said a little harshly.
It was men like Malfoy who had caused the deaths of not one, but two, of his best friends, turned another against them all, made Harry an orphan, and then hunted and tormented the boy. That wasn't even starting on the other numerous crimes the man had been party to, nor simply just how intolerable Remus found him.
"I thought you a better man than this, Remus," Dumbledore said with a hint of sadness, but more disappointment. It was that which made Remus almost flinch; the Headmaster was far too good at knowing what to say to really make you feel guilty and, despite knowing he was being played, Remus still felt the desire to prove himself in the older man's eyes. "I wonder if you have forgotten your reasons for coming here, to Hogwarts," Dumbledore went on, looking at him carefully, his teacup cradled between his hands with a gentleness that clashed with the stern tone with which he spoke.
"I came for Harry," Remus told the Headmaster without hesitation. He had come, at least in part, for Tonks too but he did not consider that in any way relevant, or any of Dumbledore’s business. His primary reason had been to help Harry in any way he could.
"Precisely my point, my dear boy," Dumbledore told him almost joyfully, a soft and proud smile on his face, as though he had watched a small child solve a complex puzzle right first time. Remus, however, continued to look somewhat baffled. "Do you forget so easily who Harry is bonded with, that Lucius is essentially his father-in-law?" the Headmaster asked.
Remus sighed; he had forgotten, or at least not placed all the pieces together in the way the Headmaster was laying them out before him. He was also coming to realise that if Lucius was allowed to leave then things would undoubtedly become far more complicated for Harry and Draco. However, he felt certain that there must be someone better suited to acting as a gaoler for Malfoy than him.
"He can't live here," Remus reiterated; he wanted to help but what Dumbledore was suggesting was a step too far. "Find Malfoy a room of his own, connect it to this one if you really feel you must; I will agree to check on him regularly, but he will not live with us."
"Very well," Dumbledore said, draining his teacup and placing it onto the table between them. "This is appreciated and I am still hopeful that this will be a short term situation," the Headmaster informed him, "but only time will tell."
"I hope so too, because if he starts with the snide comments...” Remus threatened; he was not going to put up with Lucius' usual attitude.
“I do not believe you would cause him any serious harm, Remus,” Dumbledore said knowingly as he got to his feet. “It is one of the many reasons I chose to come to you with this request.”
“Harm him... maybe not, but I am certainly not above using a silencing spell to keep him quiet,” Remus said sternly. “And we'll see just how grand and pompous Malfoy feels after a few weeks of water and leftovers.” He felt a bit like a petulant child, but he honestly didn’t care.
“I shall trust your judgement on this matter,” the Headmaster said with a small, amused twist of his lips.
-#-
Draco decided not to stay in his and Harry’s rooms that evening; Harry was there, spending some time with Weasley and Granger, and the blond felt no need to stick around for the speculative discussion they were having regarding the private lives of the sixth year Gryffindor boys. The mental images of what Longbottom was supposedly doing with Finnegan would be enough to traumatise anyone. Granger hadn’t seemed any more interested in the conversation than he had been but that didn’t mean he was going to spend the evening studying with her either.
He opted to spend the evening in Slytherin common room instead, intending to actually study with his own friends for once. It did seem to take a deliberate decision; it was just too easy to end up spending every moment with Harry, particularly when he was so reliant on his boyfriend’s magical energy to help support their child.
As he entered the common room, he quickly spotted Pansy and Blaise sitting at one of the tables underneath the windows looking out into the Black Lake. Draco hesitated for moment close to the door he had just come through, as he realised that Vince and Greg were sat there as well. He narrowed his eyes as he steeled himself, heading straight over to his friends; he was determined to get to the bottom of why the two of them had been ignoring and avoiding him for the last week or so.
“What are we studying?” Draco asked as he dropped into the empty chair next to Blaise, trying to act as casual as possible; he certainly had no intention of letting Vince or Greg know just how much their recent attitude was getting to him.
“Charms,” Pansy told him, lifting up the book she was using so that he could see the cover, before going back to reading again, her lips moving silently and her brow furrowed as she seemed to try to grapple with some concept.
“Don’t leave on my account,” Draco said suddenly, turning to glare angrily at Vince and Greg, who had both picked up their books and got to their feet. If there had been any doubt about whether or not the two of them had been avoiding him, it was certainly clear to them all now, and beyond the point of denial. “What’s going on?” he demanded to know, getting to his own feet and spreading his wings as he stepped in front of them to block them from leaving; he had his suspicions but wanted answers, he wanted to hear them say it.
“We can’t...” Vince started to say, but he was cut off by a look from his best friend. The two of them looked worried and uncertain as they looked to Draco for a moment, before glancing at one another once more.
“Fine, don’t tell me!” Draco snapped angrily, not sure why he was even bothering with either of them if they couldn’t even give him a decent answer to one question. “Just go. But remember, you made this choice,” he warned them as he folded his wings closed, gesturing them to pass.
He had no use for them anyway if they could turn their backs on him so easily; with the dangers that he and Harry were facing, there was no place for those with uncertain loyalties. It wasn’t that he begrudged them their choice, Draco was quite certain that they had their reasons, but they had still chosen and would no longer be counted amongst those he trusted. Perhaps, he mused unhappily, he had been foolish to have ever trusted them in the first place.
“Draco...” Vince started to say, as Greg walked away; however, Draco no longer wanted to hear what he had to say. Even if it was a full confession, it would be a case of too little, too late.
“We’re done here, Crabbe,” Draco told him succinctly. At this point he just wanted his former friend gone from his sight so that he could speak with Pansy and Blaise in private. Vince opened his mouth to say something more but, much to Draco’s relief, apparently decided against it, snapping it closed again a moment later; shaking his head, Vince turned and followed after Greg.
Draco would never admit to anyone how much it hurt to watch them go; he could barely even admit it to himself. However, he had other priorities at the moment, he reminded himself, as he forcefully resisted the urge to press his hand to his lightly rounded belly that remained secreted beneath his robes. By the time he pulled himself from his thoughts, Pansy and Blaise both had their attention back on their homework, though Draco wasn’t fool enough to think that they hadn’t been paying close attention to everything going on around them.
“Who warned them away from me?” Draco asked, as he sat down in Vince’s now empty seat, across from Blaise and Pansy, wanting to look the two of them in the eye while they had this particular discussion.
“I think you already know the answer to that,” Blaise said, closing his book to give his friend his full attention.
This conversation had already been put off for perhaps longer than it should have been, and so Blaise was determined that if they were going to have it now, then they were going to do it properly. He would answer any question Draco had for him; he and Pansy had made their choice, much as Vince and Greg, even if they had chosen a different path. Next to him, Pansy had put aside her own books too.
“Their fathers,” Draco stated simply. He had suspected as much, and had even expected it following the Daily Prophet article, but now he knew he had to face to reality of it. Somehow he had still felt protected from the dangers that lurked outside the castle’s walls; it hadn’t felt real before but now the reach of the Dark Lord was just starting to brush against them. “Have your families...?”
“Yes,” Pansy answered before Draco could even finish his sentence. “My parents instructed me to cease all contact with you,” she told him as she reached down into her bag and pulled out a piece of parchment, sliding it over the table to him. “I made my choice, Draco. That I am still here, our friendship unchanged, is proof of that,” she told him.
Draco looked at the letter, picking it up carefully; he didn’t like that she had kept this from him but at least she was sharing it openly now. He wondered how he might have reacted if he had read the letter as soon as she had received it, before she had shown her refusal to obey her father’s wishes. Draco opened it with care and read, ignoring the anxiety that built inside him at the words against him; Mr Parkinson considered his daughter’s affiliation with him dangerous and Draco knew that the man might just be right.
“Thank you,” he said earnestly, returning the letter to her. He understood what it might cost her to choose him, and that it was possible she might not receive any further correspondence if word of her decision was to reach her parents.
“My mother's words were less... severe,” Blaise told him, holding out his own letter for Draco to take.
The blond nodded his understanding as he took the parchment; Blaise’s family had never expressed the same loyalties to the Dark Lord as Pansy’s, and certainly not to the level that Vince and Greg’s families had. Blaise’s family would remain neutral, shifting only enough to maintain power, money and prestige. The letter from Blaise’s mother was much as he expected, with words of caution more than anything else.
“We chose to have faith in you, Draco,” Blaise pointed out. “Your boyfriend better be able to win this one,” he said with a half smile, attempting to lighten the mood; but despite the joking tone there was a truth to the words. If Harry failed to win, then it was unlikely any of them would make it through the encroaching war intact.
“I need time to think,” Draco told them honestly. He didn’t want them to think he was rejecting them, not after what they were risking for him, their proven loyalty alone made them valuable allies; but it was a lot to take in.
He got up and went to leave but hesitated, turning back to his two friends. They were both watching him curiously with concern and so he forced a smile he wasn’t quite sure looked sincere, but it was the best he had to offer for the moment.
“Go; we understand,” Pansy told him, waving him away. Blaise nodded his agreement.
Draco inclined his head in appreciation, glad that the two of them knew him well enough to understand, and turned to head for the door. He needed someone to talk this over with; his first thought was Harry but this was not a matter that his boyfriend's Gryffindor sensibilities would be compatible with.
Professor Snape; that was his best bet; the potions master would understand. Draco didn’t particularly want to go down to the professor's quarters, largely because his father would be there, but decided that he could always request that Professor Snape ensure his father was secured in his separate room, if he wanted. He was confident that Professor Snape would grant him that at least, even if Lucius would inevitably protest.
Besides, after the potions master being absent from classes for the last two days running, Draco was somewhat concerned as to what could have caused such unusual behaviour from the Head of Slytherin. And so, with that in mind, Draco now found himself too curious not to go speak with him, now that he had a good excuse to do so.
-#-
Draco banged his fist against the door to Professor Snape's quarters again, but there was still no answer; if he hadn't been worried before, he certainly was now. Even if the potions master had gone off somewhere, that didn't explain why there was no answer from his father, who was literally imprisoned in the room.
He frowned deeply, thinking on what to do because as much as he had wanted some advice on everything happening with his friends, he was now far more worried about the location of his father and Professor Snape. With a frustrated huff, he headed back in the direction of the Slytherin common room.
His friends were clearly surprised to see him back again so soon, but Draco completely ignored the confused calls from Pansy and Blaise as he headed across the room, through Sir Selwyn's portrait and into the rooms he shared with Harry.
"Harry, do you have any idea if, or why, my father might have been removed from Professor Snape's rooms?" he asked the moment he had closed the door behind him.
"No,” Harry said hesitantly, looking confused as Draco approached them; Ron had stopped mid-sentence to glare at the blond who had interrupted them, Hermione looking up from her book with a politely curious expression on her face. “Why? I thought you were spending the evening with your friends.”
"I was until it turned out that my friends’ parents are trying to turn their children against me," he admitted grumpily. There was no reason to keep such things from Weasley or Granger; they were both loyal to a fault and would sooner die than betray Harry; Draco found himself surprisingly certain that, by extension, they would not betray him either.
"What do you mean?" Harry queried as his boyfriend pulled up a chair and sat down next to him.
"They don't want their children being associated with you because your loyalty is to Harry," Hermione said before Draco had a chance to respond, her voice soft, as though just realising this. There was an expression of sympathy on her face that Draco found rather infuriating, and he had to remind himself that she was just trying to be supportive and that being rude to her now would likely achieve nothing more than hurting both her and Harry and causing more problems that he just didn’t have the energy to deal with at the moment.
"Bloody Slytherins, can't trust any of them," Ron muttered bitterly. Harry, Hermione and Draco all gave him dirty looks, but he just shrugged; he would stand by that sentiment whether they liked it or not.
"I didn't say they were going along with their parent's instructions," Draco bit back defensively.
"Are they?" Harry questioned, definitely curious, and Draco tried not to take the hint of surprise in his voice too personally. He loved Draco, and trusted him, but there was no doubting that Slytherins, in his experience, tended to do whatever suited them best; he only hoped that Draco's friends believed that it was Harry and Draco that would come out on top, and would side with them.
"Crabbe and Goyle... well, I don't believe they were given much choice in the matter, but they chose their families," Draco told them, though he kept his face blank; he might admit to Harry later how much that had hurt him, but there was no chance of him letting Weasley or Granger see it.
"Surprise, surprise," Ron grumbled, his hand waved in a dismissive gesture as though Draco had just proven his point about Slytherin loyalty.
"Blaise and Pansy, however," Draco went on, glaring at the red-head for a moment before turning to Harry, "they are with us."
"And on their word alone you trust them?" Ron asked, looking horrified at the idea.
"If Draco does, then so do I," Harry said firmly, giving his best friend a look that made it clear that this wasn’t up for debate, and when Ron begrudgingly nodded, Harry turning to Draco, reaching out and squeezing his hand. "I'm glad," he told him earnestly.
"Me too, but I still want to speak to Professor Snape about it," Draco explained and Harry nodded his agreement with that idea; the man’s pragmatic bluntness would probably be helpful under the circumstances. Harry, however, suspected that there was more to it and so gestured for his boyfriend to go on. "I went to his quarters but no-one answered,” Draco told him, “not Professor Snape, not my father."
"And you think this is related to why there were no potions lessons again today?" Hermione asked softly, a frown on her face as she thought over what the blond was telling them. Harry too looked concerned as Draco nodded curtly in agreement.
Even Ron looked thoughtful at this news. It seemed pretty clear to Draco though that something was going on; it was strange for the potions master to miss one lesson, let alone more than a day's worth, and now he wasn't in his quarters either and Lucius Malfoy was missing as well. It was all most peculiar.
"I would suggest we ask Dumbledore, but I don't trust him to tell us the truth," Harry said, mulling it over. The Headmaster had been his go-to when he needed answers for so long that he wasn’t quite sure who to turn to now that circumstances had changed.
"Perhaps Lupin could help," Ron suggested. He still thought that Harry was being influenced into distrust of the Headmaster by Draco, but he knew his best friend had his reasons and would stubbornly stick to them; Remus Lupin, however, was the closest thing to a parent that Harry had left. "He is chummy with Dumbledore isn't he?” Ron said slowly, when all three turned to stare at him. “Maybe he will be able to explain and there is no doubting he is on your side, mate."
"You surprise me, Weasley," Draco said seriously, "that's actually a good idea. Come on, Harry, we have a werewolf to speak with," he said, taking his boyfriend's hand as he got to his feet and started to drag a rather startled Harry across the room.
"We'll just wait here then," Ron called after them, sounding amused as he watched the two Erotes leave.
"Now you can focus on this essay you're supposed to be writing," Hermione said, opening one of the thick heavy tomes to about half way through, placing it in front of Ron and tapping a paragraph for him to read. The red-head groaned and rested his forehead on the book.
-#-
"I can't believe you agreed to this," Tonks ranted at her boyfriend; her hair shifting between red and black as she waved a hand in the direction of the new door that had been added to their rooms.
"You know how Dumbledore gets," Remus said, trying to approach her carefully. "Do you really believe he gave me much choice in the matter? And besides, I have to do this for Harry's sake," he tried to explain. Somehow the Headmaster had made it seem like the right thing to do, and yet it was difficult to find the right words to explain it to Tonks now.
"You should have told him no," she insisted, walking around the sofa away from him. She was angry and didn't want him to be all nice and comforting right now. Lucius Malfoy might technically be her uncle, but he was a devious bastard and she wanted no part in the protection being offered to him; not least because she felt obliged to inform the Aurors that she knew of his location, but wouldn't be able to without risking too much.
"You think I didn't?" Remus asked incredulously. "I told him no and he talked circles around me and..."
There was a knock at the door and Remus stopped, both he and Tonks turning to look at the door. He felt a moment of guilt for feeling relieved at the interruption because he was running out of arguments to get his girlfriend to see his side of things; and, despite her clumsiness, Tonks was still a very competent witch who had completed Auror training and could do him serious harm, he was sure.
The metamorphmagus stormed across the room and yanked open the door and glaring at those who had dared to arrive at such a moment; but her angry expression began to fade when she saw Harry and Draco standing there, both looking rather stunned by the ferocity with which they had been greeted.
"I suppose you better come in," Tonks said with a tone of resignation, her hair calming to a stormy blue as she reigned in her temper for the moment. But once she had closed the door she gave Remus a look that made it very clear that their discussion was not over.
"Harry," Remus said warmly, waving his arm at the sofa, offering the two boys a seat. He sat down across from them a moment later. "To what do we owe this visit? Not that I am complaining, mind," he added with a gentle smile.
"Erm..." Harry said hesitantly, not really knowing where to start. It was no secret that Remus Lupin had not exactly seen eye to eye with Severus Snape, and even less so with Lucius Malfoy, so he felt slightly awkward asking him about their whereabouts. He glanced sideways to his mate, hoping for a little assistance and was very thankful when Draco decided to grasp the Minotaur by the horns.
"I’m looking for my father," the blond said bluntly; after all, either Lupin would know or he would not, and they wouldn't find out until they asked.
Remus nodded his head in understanding, as Tonks came and took a seat in the chair next to him. "He is safe, I assure you," he informed them.
"He isn't in Professor Snape's quarters," Draco stated, hoping that this wasn't the 'safe' location that the werewolf was referring to, because if it was then they potentially had problems; Draco didn't believe that his father would return to the Dark Lord even if he did break free somehow, but it was a gamble that none of them could afford to take.
"I am aware of this," Remus said, his eyes instinctively flicking towards the newly created doorway.
"He's here?" Harry asked in surprise, having not missed the gesture, and Draco’s gaze darted to the door with a look of alarm that he couldn’t quite conceal. "What happened?” Harry questioned quickly, grasping Draco’s hand in his own. “Why isn't he with Snape anymore?"
"I do not have the full story, so to speak,” Remus said placatingly, holding his hands up when both Harry and Draco opened their mouths to demand more answers, “but Dumbledore asked this of me and I obliged. I will make sure no harm comes to him, despite my person feelings about the kind of man he is," he said sternly, when Draco looked ready to speak up in protest.
"It's okay, Draco," Harry said, resting his hand on Draco's arm, and meeting the blond's gaze. "I trust him."
"Fine,” Draco huffed out after a few tense moments, clearly far from convinced but not willing to start something over it at the moment. “But where is Professor Snape?" he queried, turning to look at the two adults expectantly. Harry turned to Remus and Tonks too, worried for the professor despite the general mutual antagonism they shared.
"Honestly," Tonks told them, sharing a concerned look with her boyfriend, "we have no idea."
-#-
He knew this corridor like the back of his hand, but it seemed longer than usual, as though he wasn’t ever actually going to reach the end and turn the corner that would take him towards the Grand Staircase. The light was strange too; it seemed that the flaming torches on the walls were radiating soft sunlight, making it impossible to tell the time of day. And the quiet; it was far too quiet.
A sudden pressure around his waist pulled on him and he all but stumbled into an alcove, finding himself pressed against a firm chest. Slowly he tilted his head up, his mouth going dry at the sight of the cool grey eyes and smug smile that adorned the pointed but frustratingly attractive face of Lucius Malfoy.
He was vaguely aware that this was Lucius as he was now, a grown man, but yet there was something youthful about him too. The blond was wearing his Slytherin school uniform for one thing, but there was something deeper than that, and he felt that this might be the boy he had known in school, despite the man’s body.
“Hello, Severus,” he said, the words rolling smoothly from those narrow lips as though made of pure silk, sending shivers down the potion master’s spine. Severus went to speak, but before his brain could form words there was a pressure against them, as Lucius leaned down and stole a passionate kiss.
It was intense and Severus’ fingers clung to the school robes the taller man was wearing, desperate for more pressure, more friction, more everything; his breath wouldn’t come and he didn’t care as they kissed as though their lives depended on it...
With a gasp, Severus startled himself awake, nearly hitting his head against the bedside table in the process of hurriedly sitting up. “Shit!” he exclaimed through clenched teeth, frustrated that his subconscious apparently hadn’t got the message that he was letting this mistake with Lucius go.
He lay back down, staring at the ceiling of his room for a second before he noticed the tapping sound at his window. He rolled his head to the side and glared at the owl there; resentfully he heaved himself out of bed and went to open it. He had barely accepted the letter before the creature had taken off again. Scowling, he broke the seal on the parchment, recognising the hand-writing before he had read a single word.
“Why, in Merlin’s name, can I not be left in peace?” he asked the empty air, glaring at the letter in his hand, wondering exactly how Narcissa had gotten an owl past the wards he had put up to keep them out.

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Delia Cerrano - Glad your computer is back in working order and that you thought it was hot. Tehe, don't think she would hurt or kill Draco in this story, because she wouldn't want to hurt Harry that way, but she might try to break them apart if the situation presented itself and she thought she could get away with it.
ChaosLady - I thought so too ;)
LeVeen - Thank you. Sorry there was such a wait again.
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Jan - Sorry about the delay in the update, hopefully it won't take so long for the next one.
Steviee - Thank you, yes there will be much more. I am currently working on three huge stories, so sometimes updating takes me a little while; the story I write with StrawberryGirl87 (Fragmented Soul) has kind of taken over both of our lives a lot more than we ever intended. But I will not abandon this story, I will keep going until it is complete, even if it takes me several more years.
Diddley - Sorry about the wait. :)
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