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19 Years and 5 Minutes Later	By : TheMightyFlynn Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 58416 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any characters related to that series; they are JK Rowling's. I make no money from this.

Chapter List
- 1-19 Years and 5 Minutes Later
- 2-Ch. 2
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Ch. 4
- 5-Ch. 5
- 6-Ch. 6
- 7-Ch. 7
- 8-Ch. 8
- 9-Ch. 9
- 10-Ch. 10
- 11-Ch. 11
- 12-Ch. 12
- 13-Ch. 13
- 14-Ch. 14
- 15-Ch. 15
- 16-Ch. 16
- 17-Ch. 17
- 18-Ch. 18
- 19-Ch. 19
- 20-Ch. 20
- 21-Ch. 21
- 22-Ch. 22
- 23-Ch. 23
- 24-Ch. 24
- 25-Ch. 25
- 26-Ch. 26
- 27-Ch. 27
- 28-Ch. 28
- 29-Ch. 29
- 30-Ch. 30
- 31-Ch. 31
- 32-Ch. 32
- 33-Ch. 33
- 34-Ch. 34
- 35-Ch. 35
- 36-Ch. 36
- 37-Ch. 37
- 38-Ch. 38
- 39-Ch. 39
- 40-Ch. 40
- 41-Ch. 41
- 42-Ch. 42
- 43-Ch. 43
- 44-Ch. 44
- 45-Ch. 45
- 46-Ch. 46
- 47-Ch. 47
- 48-Ch. 48
- 49-Ch. 49
- 50-Ch. 50
- 51-Epilogue
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A/N: Wow, beheading or the Kiss, huh? Interesting ways of punishment ;) Thanks for the reviews! :)

It took nowhere near as long to get back up to the Spell Damage ward as Harry had hoped it would. As much as he knew he had to get back, check on Draco and speak to Kingsley, he was finding it difficult to muster the courage for the last of those things. He had never imagined that he would be in this kind of position; that Ginny of all people would put him in this kind of position. This was the woman who he had thought he would be spending the rest of his life with and to be proven so very wrong in such a public way, it was doing his head in. As things stood at that moment, he considered it a very good thing that he had sworn off alcohol for the time being. He shook his head to clear it as he rounded the corner that led to Draco’s room.
“Ah, good, you’re back Harry,” Kingsley began as Harry walked up behind him, but Harry held a hand holding one cup of tea up to silence him.
“Can you give me a few minutes, Kingsley? I won’t take too long, I swear.”
Harry smiled when Kingsley nodded and waved him into the room. Draco was lying almost where Harry had left him, with the only indication that he had moved at all being a few more rumples in the covers and the bed being in the sitting position. Taking a few seconds to simply stand and look at him allowed Harry to shove the rest of the emotions that had overwhelmed him the past few minutes to the back of his mind. He knew there would be time to deal with everything that he had been putting off, but now was not that time. He would take everything as it came and the mess with Ginny was looking to be the next pressing issue that came up.
“Are you just going to stare at me, or do I actually get to drink that tea?”
Harry smiled. “Watching you has been a very rewarding occupation over the years. Why would I stop now?”
Draco’s soft responding laugh was worth the effort Harry had put in to repress everything else. Unfortunately, it seemed that even under the influence of strong pain medication, Draco was able to read him like a book. After he had blinked Harry into focus, Draco shoved himself up into a proper sitting position and pinned him with an assessing look.
“What’s wrong?”
Harry could feel everything he had repressed trying to surface as he made his way over sit on the edge of Draco’s bed. He bit down on the inside of his lip and focussed for a few seconds, willing himself to be able to control it all. Draco’s fingers brushed against his as he handed the cup of tea over.
“It’s nothing important; it can wait until later.”
He watched as Draco’s features softened and his eyes widened in an unmistakably sympathetic look. It was such an uncharacteristic expression that it had Harry blinking in surprise for a few seconds. It didn’t last long, however, as Draco obviously got control over his emotions again and he scowled as he threw himself back against the pillows. Harry grabbed the Styrofoam cup back from him so he didn’t spill it, allowing him to press the heel of his left hand to his eye.
“I hate this fucking potion.”
The grimace that accompanied that statement told Harry what he needed to know: Draco was fighting the numbing effects of the potion. He had no idea if it was that that had caused the obvious pain in Draco’s sinuses or if it was the force with which he had thrown himself back against the pillows, but it was clear that he was in pain. Setting Draco’s cup on the bedside, Harry reached out and grasped his left wrist, trying to pull his hand away from his eye.
“Come on Draco, stop being so stubborn.”
Draco’s right eye opened and he glared at Harry. “Being stubborn has kept me alive for thirty seven years, Potter.”
“Yes, well, you don’t need your survival instincts in here.” Harry changed tactics, sliding his hand up and over Draco’s, attempting to lace their fingers together. “And the potion is doing you good.”
Anger flashed across Draco’s face and he reached up with his free hand to try to tug Harry’s hand away from him. “Get off me.”
Harry let out a gusty sigh as he fought back the urge to shake the git. “Malfoy, I swear to God… Look, fine. You want to lie here in pain, go right ahead. It’s not like I was going to try to Heal it or anything like that.”
Harry removed his hand from Draco’s face and shoved himself up onto his feet. Draco’s hand clutching his prevented him from moving, however.
“I…” Draco paused and scowled when Harry cocked an eyebrow at him. He sighed. “Forget it. Go.”
Harry fought a quick internal battle as he watched Draco turn from him and lie down on the bed again. He hated to see Draco in pain, but if he was determined to be this stubborn over allowing his emotions out or even simply asking Harry to help manage the pain then… He shook his head and sighed again. As much as he wanted to simply walk out the door and go talk to Kingsley, he knew he couldn’t. Leaning over the bed, he placed his hand over Draco’s left eye and cast a wandless Healing charm he had used many times in the field over the years. Draco watched him the entire time, his expression unreadable.
“Next time, don’t fight me.”
Harry turned and walked off towards the door without waiting to see if Draco would respond at all. Just as he made the doorway, he heard the covers shifting and what sounded like a relieved sigh.
“Thank you.”
Draco’s tone was reluctant, but free from pain. Harry was smiling as he exited the room.
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Frowning as he lay in the bed, slowly sipping the tea Harry had bought him, Draco knew he had screwed up. He had overreacted to the feeling of not being in full control over his actions and had lashed out at the most convenient person. The fact that it had been Harry who had copped the brunt of his temper was sending vague waves of guilt through him that he knew were being dulled by the potion. Harry didn’t deserve to be treated that way, especially with everything he was dealing with at the moment. He would have to apologise as soon as Harry got back into the room.
“You’ll get wrinkles frowning like that, you know.”
Draco jumped and only just barely resisted scowling even more at the sound of Astoria’s voice coming from just inside the door. He hadn’t heard her enter the room, which he put down to the effects of the potion as well. He opened his mouth to respond, but was prevented by Scorpius stepping out from behind his mother.
“Dad?”
The uncertain tone to Scorpius’ voice tugged on Draco’s insides. Sitting up properly in the bed again and placing his tea on the bedside, he held his hands out.
“Come here, Scorp.” Draco smiled when Scorpius rushed forward, climbed up on the bed and wrapped his arms around Draco’s neck. “It’s alright,” he murmured into Scorpius’ ear. “Everyone’s safe.”
“The papers this morning said you nearly died last night.” Scorpius pulled back, allowing Draco to see that his face had gone blotchy, although there were no tears. “Is that true?”
Draco had to bite back a sigh as he glanced over to Astoria. He couldn’t very well admit to his son that he had actually been in that kind of danger the night before, so the problem he now faced was how much to tell. Astoria wasn’t of any help as she just shrugged and shook her head, a slightly helpless look on her face. Turning his attention back to Scorpius, Draco offered up a small smile, deciding in that moment to go with what Scorpius needed to hear rather than the full truth.
“Not really, no. I don’t believe I was in any danger of dying, because Harry was fast enough to Heal me and get me here before the curse could do any major damage.”
“He… He Healed you?” Scorpius raised an eyebrow at Draco before turning to glance over to Astoria. When he turned back, his face held a dubious look that almost had Draco grinning at him. “Wasn’t it his wife who cast the curse in the first place?”
Realisation dawned through the fog surrounding Draco’s mind: the papers may very well have been claiming that he was blaming Harry for what had happened. It was, technically, a logical leap to make. However, it was completely false. He refocussed and quickly ran through his options for responding.
“Harry and Ginevra have been married for a long time, yes, but–”
“If he’s married to her then why are you defending him? Why would you want to be with someone who is married to someone like that?”
“Because I love him.” Draco caught Astoria’s wide smile behind Scorpius’ back, but ignored it for the time being. “Harry isn’t like Ginevra, Scorp. It’s difficult to explain completely, but believe me, Harry tried to stop her before anything happened.”
Scorpius was quiet for a long time, obviously considering what Draco had said. Draco’s eyes wandered over to where Astoria stood as he fought to keep focussed on the matter at hand. She was smiling at him with such affection that he couldn’t help smiling back. Scorpius grabbed his attention again by shifting on the bed.
“You love him.”
“I do.”
“And he loves you?”
“He does.”
“I–” Scorpius paused and glanced down at his hands folded in his lap. “Alright then. When do I get to meet him?”
Draco couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face at the determined tone to Scorpius’ voice. “He’s just talking to the Minister in one of the other rooms. I’m sure he’ll be back shortly.”
Scorpius nodded decisively as he backed off the bed and went to claim the chair beside the bed. Draco glanced over to Astoria again to see her eyes shining with amusement. He wanted to get her alone and analyse his reactions to this stupid potion – and have her tell him what an idiot he was for trying to hide everything from Harry – but for the time being, he was quite happy to just know that she and Scorpius were safe.
*~*
Kingsley didn’t comment on Harry’s wide smile as he entered the waiting room he had been in the night before. What he did do the second Harry had closed the door was to place strong locking and privacy charms on the door and around the room. Everything Harry had successfully managed to suppress bubbled to the surface again, causing nerves to flash through his stomach and a heavy sense of dread to settle over him. As much as he knew that Ginny needed to be punished, he really didn’t like the idea of her being locked away in Azkaban. She was the mother of his children and, before everything had blown up between them, had never treated him poorly. Maybe it would be possible to get her some therapy for whatever it was that had gone wrong? Maybe…
“Harry?”
Harry took a deep breath as Kingsley’s voice dragged him out of his thoughts. It didn’t help to calm his nerves at all, but it did bring him back to reality. Kingsley was sitting in one of the hard-backed chairs, watching him with as much sympathy as Harry had seen him show while on duty. He offered up a small smile as he grabbed a chair and moved it so he was sitting facing Kingsley.
“Alright, what has she told you?”
“Straight to the point as usual, Harry.” Kingsley huffed out an amused sound before leaning forward to rest his elbows on his thighs. “To be honest, last night she didn’t do anything much other than rave about how nothing was fair, that she had wasted some of the best years of her life on you, and that the rest of the world deserved to know what a bastard you were. I got sick of listening to it all and left her in isolation for the night, hoping that she would calm down enough to talk to us this morning.”
Kingsley paused and Harry’s nerves trembled again. What if Ginny hadn’t calmed down? Or, even worse, what if she had done something completely rash, like try to attack one of the Aurors? What if he had been too absorbed in making sure Draco was safe to make sure that Ginny wasn’t going to do something stupid? He frowned as confusion rushed through him. He really didn’t want Ginny to be beyond help, but he also really wanted her to be punished for what she had tried to do. Prison time was pretty much inevitable, he knew that, but maybe he could swing it so she got placed in a medical facility rather than Azkaban?
“We got the results back from what the potion she was carrying on her was.”
Harry frowned again. He had almost forgotten about the vial he had seen an Auror – he couldn’t even recall who it had been – had been carrying away from Ginny that night.
“And?”
“We can’t really tell exactly what is in it, because it looks homemade, but it seems like she was trying to dose you with something resembling a love potion.”
Harry blinked as shock sent his mind blank. “What?”
“I’m sorry, Harry, I don’t completely understand her motives herself, but I’ll try to explain what she told us.” The few seconds Kingsley paused for made Harry want to shake the rest of the story out of him, but he held back, clenching his hands by his sides. “It seems that after you and Draco trumped her by releasing your story at the same time she released hers, she came to realise that there is much more support out there for you than she had anticipated. From what I can tell, she was hoping that you would be shunned and ridiculed by the whole of wizarding Britain. However, once the initial shock had died down, it seems like things have settled a bit, correct?” Harry nodded silently; it had been a while since someone had muttered something derogatory at him in public. “I thought so. Since she seems to have been counting on you being abused badly enough to want to leave London at the very least, she wasn’t expecting the shock value of what she had revealed to die down so soon. She is discovering what the Ministry discovered during the War: it is very difficult to convince the entirety of the wizarding world that Harry Potter is anything other than what he presents himself as. The knowledge that she wasn’t going to be able to convince the rest of the world that you were the monster she tried to tell them you were pushed her to try another tactic–”
“Convincing me to stop the divorce!” Harry leant back in the chair as memories flooded through him. “She came to Grimmauld earlier this week to try to do the same thing, but I thought she was just trying to dump Lily on me for the week.”
“You obviously turned her down,” Kingsley continued with a smile. “Because she was apparently going to try to dose you with this homemade potion last night.”
Harry’s eyes glazed a little as he stared into the space between them. Ginny had been trying to dose him with a love potion? While not illegal, it was highly immoral. Add onto that fact that she had cursed Draco and resisted arrest and it all spelled out that she needed some serious psychological help. He glanced back up to see Kingsley watching him intently.
“So she’s going to be thrown into the prison here in St. Mungo’s, right? I mean, she obviously needs help that Azkaban can’t give her, so having her put in there won’t help a bit.”
Kingsley smiled. “Well, she’s going to have to be transferred to Azkaban until her trial, but I agree with you. She really does need some kind of help for her mental health. It’s not up to either of us what the judge will sentence her to, but you will be asked to testify at her trial, so maybe you could try to influence them in some way? No matter what you did after the War, the Ministry always at least listened to your opinions, even if we didn’t follow through on all of your suggestions.”
Harry nodded as his mind raced. Ginny needed the kind of help that St. Mungo’s could give her, so maybe he would be able to get her that help. The idea of having her thrown away in Azkaban instead of trying to get her the help she needed caused a combination of fear and guilt to shoot through him, so he knew what he would be asking for when they asked him to testify. Whether Draco would agree with that decision was another question, but he would leave that up to Draco to decide.
“So, er, I’ve got to get to the Burrow and check on my kids and the courts aren’t open on the weekends anyway, so I can expect to hear something on Monday?”
Kingsley nodded as he stood up. “We’ll try to get the court date settled at least, but I can’t say how soon it will be.” Harry stood as well, watching as Kingsley seemed to relax a little. “Thank you for not causing a fuss over this, Harry. I know how difficult the past few months have been for you, with everything that has happened with Ginny and the press, but you’ve handled it quite well.”
Harry offered a smile as they shook hands. Kingsley un-warded the room again and they separated after exchanging thanks and goodbyes. Harry made his way automatically back into Draco’s room, needing to know that he was alright again after his little temper tantrum earlier. He was greeted by Astoria.
“Harry!” She leant in to place a kiss on his cheek and he smiled down at her in response. “You’re looking well, considering.”
Unable to resist, Harry rolled his eyes. “Thanks a lot.”
He moved into the room to find Draco sitting up the bed with a table over his lap. A chess set was set up and for a split second, it appeared to Harry that Draco was playing against a younger version of himself. He blinked his eyes rapidly and the differences between Draco and the boy before him started to become clear.
“Care to join us?”
Harry moved to the side of the bed and ran a hand down Draco’s back in greeting. “So you can show off how good you are? Not likely.” Turning to face the boy – who could only have been Scorpius – he held out a hand. “Harry Potter.”
He let out a short bark of laughter when Scorpius finished the game before them in one swift move, placing Draco in checkmate. Meeting Harry’s eyes, Scorpius took his hand and shook it solemnly.
“Scorpius Malfoy, Mr. Potter, glad to meet you. Are you sure you don’t want to play me?”
Stifling his laughter with great difficulty, Harry shook his head. “If you can beat him like that, you’d slaughter me. And please, call me Harry.”
Scorpius nodded before setting the pieces up again. Harry’s eyes drifted down to lock with Draco’s and the amusement he saw there set much of his worries over what was coming to the back of his mind again. Running his hand up Draco’s back again to squeeze his shoulder, he moved away to sit on one of the hard chairs beside Astoria. It seemed that, for the time being at least, everything here was fine. Now he just had to get back to the Burrow, confront Molly and the rest of the family, as well as try to comfort his children. It was going to be a long day.
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