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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
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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: Thanks for the reviews! :)
Shorty776: At this point, I would say it's not about the cheating anymore. A lot of people couldn't simply abandon their sister/daughter no matter what she had done. But thy're coming around :)

“We will try lowering the dosage from tomorrow, Mr. Malfoy.”
Draco blinked up at the Healer as he felt the latest dose of pain potion seeping through his veins. “Good,” he murmured. “I much prefer to be in full control of my faculties.”
He closed his eyes and lay back against the pillows. He had spent the night alone last night: Astoria had taken Scorpius home to sleep and Harry had been looking after his own kids. It had been odd, falling asleep by himself in a strange room, but if he had to tell the absolute truth, it was odd having to fall asleep by himself at all these days. He had come to rely on having Harry there with him – whether they were in the suite in the Manor, or in their room at Grimmauld – and the bed had seemed cold without him.
“Dad?”
Draco reopened his eyes to see Scorpius beaming at him from beside the bed. He hoped that the potion hadn’t forced him to sleep again, but he was placing no bets on that count. He smiled when Scorpius almost began to bounce in his enthusiasm.
“What has you so excited?”
“You’ll never guess who arrived at the Manor last night!”
Draco scrubbed a hand over his eyes, trying to clear some of the numbness from his mind. “You don’t actually want me to guess, do you?”
Scorpius let out a laugh, but Draco's attention was grabbed by movement at the door. He smiled again when Astoria entered the room, but that smile disappeared when confusion rushed through him. Widening her eyes and gesturing, Astoria was obviously trying to tell him something without actually saying anything, but with the potion dulling everything, Draco had no chance of working it out. He mentally began to curse himself, the Healers and the world in general when a flash of blonde hair behind Astoria indicated the arrival of his mother. Draco blinked stupidly for a few seconds before recovering enough to react appropriately.
“Mother, this is a surprise.”
He shoved himself up and waved his wand at the bed to sit it up properly. While the bed was moving, he leant forward so his Mother could place a kiss on his cheek and fuss over him for a few seconds. He had always had a good relationship with both of his parents – no matter what the papers wanted to print about them – and beneath the surprise he could feel a sense of gratitude that they had made the effort to come see him. Despite the fact that they now lived in a completely different country, Draco still felt guilty that he didn’t go see them as often as he should. They were only a quick floo trip away, after all. He cleared his throat before he continued in an attempt to stop his mind from straying from the conversation.
“Are you here alone?”
“Of course not, dear, your Father will arrive shortly.” She fussed with his pillows and the covers of his bed before stepping back to run her eyes over him. “Are you absolutely certain St. Mungo’s is where you want to be? There are a lot of hospitals in France that are much finer than this where you could have your own private room. St. Mungo’s has always seemed so… pedestrian, darling.” She sniffed affectedly and waved her fingers towards the stiff-backed chairs Astoria and Harry had been occupying for the past 24 hours. “They cannot even provide sufficient seating for your guests.”
“My family is in England, Mother.” The strange, almost wary look he received in response made him wonder if she thought he was referring to Harry, but he ignored it for the time being. “So are my business contacts. I can’t just uproot and move to another country because you believe the healthcare is better.”
“It has nothing to do with my beliefs, Draco; it is a simple fact that the French Healers are better than the British ones. They are better paid and there is more of them so they aren’t overworked. The mere fact that you could choose private healthcare over public should be enough to sway your decision.” It seemed as though she was about to say more, but she paused when Lucius entered the room.
“Do leave the boy alone, Narcissa. He is a man grown and can make his own life choices.”
Draco almost smiled as his Father entered the room, but caught himself just in time. There was no way he was going to give his Mother any extra reason to badger him about his choice of hospitals by allowing the potion to force him to act out of character in front of them. Lucius hadn’t changed all that much over the years, with the only real difference Draco could see from when he was a child being the streaks of white through his long hair and a few more wrinkles. He still held himself with all the quiet dignity that Draco had respected so much growing up and when that dignity was combined with the pitch black of his robes and the aristocratic set of his features, he was still intimidating, even at 63 years of age.
“Good morning, Father.”
“Good morning, Draco. I trust that despite your Mother’s fears, you are being treated equitably.” He moved to stand beside Narcissa and glanced around the room, his opinion of it obviously on par with that of his wife’s. “Although, considering certain of your choices recently, I would be wary of this one as well.”
Ah, here we go. Draco's lips stretched into a tight smile that he had trouble not turning into a grimace.
“Tori, could you take Scorpius to the café? Perhaps he would like something sweet to eat before lunch.”
The concerned look Astoria shot him as she silently guided Scorpius out of the room was followed by a quick roll of her eyes. Draco offered her a real smile, one that he didn’t have to force, before turning back to his parents.
“Won’t you sit? If you are to interrogate me over my choice of partner, you may as well be comfortable.”
A small crease of worry formed between Narcissa’s eyes, but Lucius turned and transfigured two of the chairs into ones that looked much softer. Draco merely watched, not wishing to encourage any ideas that he was ashamed of Harry and their relationship in any way. He had to wonder as he waited for his parents to get comfortable why everyone important in his life had chosen to have life-changing discussions with him while he was on this pain potion? Was he truly that difficult to deal with normally? He shook his head to clear it when he realised he had allowed his mind to wander again.
“Your Mother and I have been aware of your orientation since you were in Hogwarts.”
Draco merely nodded as Lucius settled himself into one of the chairs. It was no surprise that they had worked out that he had no interest in Pansy or any other female he had come across; it wasn’t like he had been subtle back then, after all.
“We have never disapproved of that side of you, Draco dear,” his Mother continued, obviously trying to soften Lucius’ slightly harsher tone. “Especially since you married Astoria and managed to have Scorpius. She, in many ways, has been the perfect match for you.”
Draco closed his eyes at the pleading tone that had entered his Mother’s voice. “And I love her for it Mother, I truly do. But that love is solely platonic; on her side as much as mine. With Harry…” He reopened his eyes, but turned his head, nibbling on his bottom lip as he tried to decide how to phrase what was running through him. “Harry challenges me. He instinctively knows how far to push me. He knows what to say or do to bring the better side of me out, but he also knows when I need him to just be there; to just be him. I…” He shook his head as he turned back to see his Father sneering and his Mother’s eyes glazed with what appeared to be sympathy. “He makes me a better man and I love him for it.”
“‘Love’?”
“Lucius–”
“You love him?”
“Lucius–”
“No, it’s alright, Mother,” Draco interrupted. “I knew this would be difficult for you both to accept. I found it difficult enough to accept myself, so I’m not expecting this to go smoothly.”
“And why should it?” Lucius’ tone was clipped, but he didn’t sound seething mad, which Draco counted as a point in his favour. “You had the perfect setup as it was. You had a wife who the public assumed loved you as much as you loved her, you had a booming business and your private life was out of the papers. Why would you give that life up?”
“Because now I have a man who actually loves me as much as I love him. My business hasn’t been affected one bit and if a little more notoriety is the price to pay for being happy, then I will gladly pay it.”
Silence followed this declaration. Lucius appeared to be considering what Draco had said, but Narcissa had kept her eyes trained solely on Draco himself. As always, it was difficult to tell just what either of his parents was thinking, but the one thing that was obvious was that Narcissa would be the easier one to try to convince to accept that this was what he wanted.
“You have thought this through properly?”
“Narcissa, you cannot be thinking of–”
“Do be quiet Lucius; I’m speaking to Draco.”
Draco smiled as his Father huffed out a frustrated sound. “I have.”
“What will happen to Astoria and Scorpius?”
“Astoria and I will divorce. She has already willingly signed the papers and they are waiting at the lawyer’s office for me to sign. She can continue to live in the Manor, as her presence won’t affect my and Harry’s relationship at all. Scorpius won’t be affected in any way; he is my son and I will never try to replace him.” He paused and could have sworn that he caught a glimpse of what looked to be approval in his Mother’s eyes. “I have already discussed all of this with both Astoria and Harry and they are both as happy with the arrangements that we have come up with as I am. Harry will live at Grimmauld Place with his children and I have been splitting my time between the Manor and Grimmauld. It’s an arrangement that suits all of us.”
Another silence followed this, but it was one that held at least a little less tension than the last had. He had never expected either of his parents to accept that he wanted to be with Harry, not with everything that had happened during the War. What he was expecting was for them to accept that he knew what and who he wanted. He had never made a life-changing decision like this without a lot of forethought unless it was a decision that he had no choice in and they both knew that. He refocussed when he heard his Mother sigh.
“You know I cannot approve of him as a partner, Draco,” she stated plainly. “Not just because of the obvious reasons, but because it is so difficult for me to imagine that the two of you could get along well enough to do anything other than fight. Are you absolutely certain that this is what you want out of life? That he can make you happy? Because I don’t want to see you go through all of this only to wind up regretting having made this kind of commitment to a man you cannot respect, or who does not respect you. You deserve to be happy and that is all we have wanted for you since you were a child. I need to know that you are completely confident about this decision, about him, because it is never too late to back out.”
Draco's eyes shifted over to where his Father sat glowering at the both of them. This relationship had always had the potential to be a contentious point between him and his parents, but it seemed that Lucius was taking it much worse than Narcissa was.
“I am certain, Mother. About Harry as well as about our relationship. This is what I want; he is who I want. I understand your reluctance to believe that we could get along as well as we do, but I am asking you to believe that I know what I am doing here. I truly do love him and this relationship is going to last.”
Lucius huffed out a breath and looked very much to Draco as though he was sulking, but Narcissa took a deep breath and let it out slowly. It was obvious to Draco that there were things that she wanted to say to him, but that she was holding back. Whether it was because she wanted to say them to him in private, or whether they were things that would cause an argument and she simply didn’t want that at that moment, he had no idea. He found himself quite thankful that there had been no screaming match and no threats of disinheritance, although he knew he would have to deal with his Father’s disapproval at some later date. It was at that point that Scorpius ad Astoria arrived back, so he knew the conversation was over.
“Perhaps we could finish this discussion later,” Narcissa suggested as Scorpius moved over to sit beside her and offer her some of his Bertie Botts. “I’m sure there has to be some common ground we can find eventually.”
Draco nodded. He knew it was highly unlikely that his parents would ever get along with Harry, but all he was really asking at that moment was for them to treat each other with respect. If everyone could be courteous for once, then Draco would be happy.
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“Come on, kids, in the elevator.”
Harry watched as his children followed his instructions with varying levels of enthusiasm. He had been woken that morning – Sunday of all days – just before 7am by a high-pitched shriek. He had rushed through the house and managed to prevent Lily from murdering both of her brothers, but he was sure it had been a close call. He was still uncertain of exactly what they had been fighting about, but they had calmed down and that was what he figured was the most important thing.
Lily skipped ahead of the rest of them when the elevator let them out on the Spell Damage ward. She had insisted that she had to look pretty that morning, although why was beyond Harry. The long, dark green dress she wore was covered in lace and frills and was way too cold for her to be wearing in this kind of cold October weather. While they were in the elevator, she had managed to wriggle out of the thick coat Harry had almost had to force on her that morning, but Harry hadn’t the heart to make her put it back on. If she wanted to look pretty, then who was he to stop her? He was just thankful that neither of the boys were that fussy; the both of them were quite happy in Muggle jeans and jackets. Lily paused just outside Draco’s door and turned to wait for them to catch up with her. Harry took a deep breath, hoping that this would go as smoothly as he wanted it to.
“Alright boys,” he began, knowing he should say something to them, just in case. “I’m not asking you for a miracle in there today, because I know that this is going to be a huge adjustment. All I’m asking is that you be civil. Answer when you’re spoken to, be polite and that’s it. Can you do that for me?”
Harry had to resist the urge to hold his breath. He knew he could rely on Al to be polite; he always was. It was James he was worried about. He had sat him down the night before and had tried to work out why James was so resistant to the idea of Harry moving on. Technically, he understood. Ginny was James’ mother and the way in which the divorce had come about had been traumatic for everyone involved. James hadn’t been around to witness the tension between the two of them after he had gone off to school, so it must have come as a complete shock when Ginny had arrived at the school to tell him and Al about the divorce. Harry understood all of this. What was stumping him was why James seemed to only be rebelling against him. By all accounts, he had been on perfect behaviour for Molly and Arthur while Harry was at the hospital with Draco, so what was it about Harry that set him off? He mentally shook himself out of his thoughts when James irritably nodded in response to his question. There would be time to figure his son out later on.
“Thank you.”
He was just reaching for the doorhandle when the door opened, leaving him swiping his hand through the air in front of a startled-looking Lucius Malfoy. Harry’s stomach dropped down into his toes as a feeling of slight alarm spread through him. This was not something he had planned on having to deal with so soon. Or perhaps ever. Reintroducing himself to Draco’s parents had been so far down on Harry’s priority list that it had completely slipped his mind. He blinked and gaped for a few seconds before his brain kicked back into gear.
“Mr. Malfoy,” he almost stuttered out before automatically offering his hand. “How – er – nice to see you.”
“Indeed.” Lucius raised an eyebrow at him before stepping out of the room to allow Narcissa space to exit as well. “Draco informs us that we will be seeing a lot of each other in the future.”
Harry couldn’t prevent the huge grin that spread across his face, despite the shock and sudden tension running through him. He was about to respond when Lily stepped in front of him. His nerves fluttered again – much more insistently this time – as a series of images flashed through his mind, most of them involving Lily humiliating him in front of Lucius and Narcissa and him never being able to look either of them in the eye again.
“Lily,” he began, reaching for her, but she wriggled out of the way.
“Are you Draco’s parents?” She curtsied – not quite as elaborately as the one she had first offered Draco – then held her hand out to Lucius. “Lily Potter. Nice to meet you, Sir.”
When Lucius hesitated, Harry crossed his arms across his chest and stared him down. He may have been worried that Lily was going to embarrass him, but there was no way he was going to allow Lucius to snub her. The resulting handshake looked slightly limp and was accompanied by a slight sneer, but Harry figured any reaction that wasn’t completely rude was a good thing.
“Draco takes very good care of your peacocks,” Lily continued after also shaking hands with Narcissa. “Tori even hand feeds them.”
Having to resist the urge to laugh, Harry rubbed a hand across his face. A slight sense of relief that Lily hadn’t been ignored was slowly replacing the nerves in his stomach. Maybe this accidental meeting wouldn’t go as poorly as he was fearing? When he glanced back up, Lucius was nodding stiffly, looking very much like he wanted to simply walk away. He met Harry’s eyes and the sneer he offered up caused a strangely defiant sensation to rise in Harry’s chest. He had no idea what it was about the man – he literally hadn’t said a word to him since the trials – but Lucius apparently had the ability to bring the insolent, childish side of Harry out. Stepping aside, he placed a hand in the middle of Al’s back and gave him a slight push forwards.
“Albus, James, these are Draco's parents, Lucius and Narcissa.”
He knew he would probably pay for forcing Lucius and Narcissa to socialise with him and his children at a later date. He knew that Lucius and Narcissa probably disapproved of Draco's choice of him. However, he also knew – thanks to Lucius himself – that Draco was going to continue choosing him. It was that knowledge that gave him the confidence to push things just that little bit further. In this case, that translated into not pulling Lily up for being sightly rude and making sure both his boys were acknowledged. He couldn’t help the smile he gave when Narcissa met his eyes after shaking hands with the boys.
“It has been good to see you again, Mr. Potter, but I am afraid we really must be getting along.” Her tone was as stiff and formal as ever, but Harry could have sworn that he could hear none of the old condescension there. “Good afternoon.”
Harry nodded to them before following Lily into Draco's room. He turned to make sure the boys were following him and when he turned back it was to see Lily climbing up onto Draco's bed.
“Hullo Draco,” she murmured as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I hope you’re feeling better.”
“Lily,” Harry exclaimed. “You can’t just–”
He was about to reach over and grab her, but Draco held a hand up to stop him. Using the hand he had already raised, Harry scrubbed against his eyes. He had no idea what it was about the Malfoy men that made Lily think it was alright for her to treat them so familiarly, but he knew one day it would most likely cause him some kind of grief. Harry watched as Draco's arms slid around Lily’s back and she settled down onto the bed with him.
“I’ll be just fine, thanks to your Dad.”
Draco kept his eyes locked on Harry as he spoke and the affection he got a quick glimpse of was enough to send warmth flooding through Harry’s chest. He ducked his head as another unwilling smile crossed his face. After a quick glance over to the stiff chairs along the wall near the door to see that Astoria was watching the interaction with a smirk, Harry gathered himself. There was no point in turning his sons off this relationship by acting as smitten as he knew he was. Clearing his throat, he reached behind him to place a hand on Al’s back again.
“James, Albus, this is Draco.”
Al stepped forward willingly, but James hesitated just a little, causing Harry’s nerves to jump again. The look he received from Draco told him that he had noticed that there was something wrong but, thankfully, he didn’t say anything just yet. Draco smiled as he shook hands with James when he finally stepped forward and Harry could almost see the cogs turning in Draco’s mind.
“This is Astoria,” Draco said, waving a hand towards where she stood watching them. “And I’m sure you boys have already met Scorpius at Hogwarts?”
Harry couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face when all three boys murmured greetings uncomfortably. He knew how awkward it was running into people he barely knew and this kind of situation must have been difficult for all three of them.
“Yeah, but we’re in different Houses, so…” Al trailed off, rubbing a hand across the back of his neck in a gesture Harry was certain he had picked up from him. “We haven’t really properly met.”
“Let’s remedy that then, shall we?” Harry turned to raise an eyebrow at Astoria in question, but only received a grin in response. “You can all come downstairs with me. We can have some lunch and get to know each other properly.”
Harry stared at her for a few seconds before what she was trying to do sunk in. Not only was she offering to allow the kids to have some time to socialise with each other, but she was also giving him and Draco some time alone. He shot her a grateful look just as Lily slid off the bed and grabbed her hand, dragging her slowly towards the door.
“Can we get ice cream for dessert?”
Harry stepped aside as the three boys followed behind Lily and Astoria. James brought up the rear and Harry offered him a small smile as they came level with each other. The look he received in response couldn’t have been called nice, but James hadn’t openly displayed any hostility yet, so Harry merely watched as he exited the room. He waited a few seconds after the door had shut behind James before moving over towards the bed.
“I could have sworn that I wasn’t this difficult when I was a teenager.”
The quiet laugh he received in response sent a warm shiver through his stomach. Draco grabbed the front of Harry’s shirt when he got close enough and dragged him down into a kiss that spread the warmth further through him.
“You were too busy almost dying each year to rebel against any parental figures you had.”
Harry grinned and leant forward to press their lips together again. “It wasn’t every year.” He pressed the palm of his hand gently against Draco's left cheekbone, testing to see whether he needed another dose of the potion yet. “How long has it been?”
Draco's eyes closed briefly and he leant forward into the touch, a small smile on his face. “A few hours. I’m fine for the moment. You, however, are overstressed. What happened yesterday?”
Harry smiled again as Draco shifted on the bed and pulled him down onto it with him. “George is pissed off still, but Molly seems to be slowly coming around. James is also unhappy with the both of us and Al is apparently still deciding whether to be angry with me or not. What about your parents?”
Draco sighed. “They’ll come around.”
“So we’ve succeeded in pissing off basically everyone except Percy Weasley, Lily and Astoria.”
Draco chuckled. “We’ll manage. It’ll all work out eventually.”
Harry knew that this small bout of optimism was most likely the potion talking, but he would take it where he could get it. And who knew? Maybe Draco was right, maybe eventually everything would be alright and Harry would spend this Christmas splitting his time between the Burrow and the Malfoy’s home in France. The smile that thought brought to his face had Draco looking at him like he had lost his mind, which only caused Harry to smile wider.
“Yeah, maybe it will.”
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