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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! I feel like I should apologise to anyone I told that this was going to end soon. I don't think I could forgive myself if I left things hanging :)

“I want to go to Hogwarts with you!”
Harry sighed as Lily stamped her foot and glared at him. It was Monday morning, which meant that James and Albus had to go back to school. This had been an ongoing argument with them since James had started at Hogwarts the previous year. Every time he had to go back to school, Lily would demand that she be allowed to go with him, or simply be allowed to travel to Hogsmeade on the train.
“Lily, we’ve been through this. You’ll go to Hogwarts next year with both of the boys. At the moment, you have to go to your own school.”
“But you’re going to Hogwarts with them on the bus, why can’t I go on the bus with you?” She opened her eyes wide and leant forward, obviously hoping to persuade him. “I’ll be really good, I promise!”
He had decided that the Knight Bus was the easiest way for the boys to get back to school, but in order for him to be able to take them on the bus, he had to drop Lily off at the Burrow. She had her own school to go back to and either Molly or Arthur could drop her there so Harry could pick her up that afternoon. At the moment, that plan had stalled in the living room of Grimmauld, where they were currently facing off against each other. It would have been the perfect arrangement, if only Lily had decided to cooperate with him.
“I’m sorry, Lil–”
“No, no you’re not! This isn’t fair! I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to go to school. I want to stay with you!”
Harry almost flinched when the words ‘abandonment issues’ flashed through his mind. He knew that it was entirely possible that Lily was worried that he was going to leave her at the Burrow like Ginny had and it was that knowledge that was preventing him from simply sending her through the floo. He knelt down in front of her and held his hands out.
“Come here.” He smiled when she practically threw herself into his arms. “I really am sorry, baby girl. I know you want to come with me, but your own schooling is the most important thing for you to be focussing on right now. You want to be able to grow up and put all of that brewing knowledge of yours into practice, right? You could become a world famous potioneer, but you have to keep up with your studies.”
“Can we go see Draco's peacocks again?”
Harry chuckled. “If you really want to. I’ll ask him when I see him later on.”
“You’ll come pick me up this afternoon so we can go straight there?”
“I’ll be waiting at the school gates.”
He shook his head as Lily squirmed to be released from the embrace. He had no idea whether he had just bribed her into going to school or whether she had manipulated him into taking her to the Manor again, but at that moment, it didn’t really matter. What did matter was that she had stopped throwing a tantrum and appeared to be willing to go along with his plan for the day. She gave him a bright smile before stepping through the floo to the Burrow.
“Are we ready to go yet?”
Shoving himself to his feet, Harry focussed on Albus standing in the doorway. “Are you sure you have everything?”
Al glanced down at the small overnight bag at his feet. “Pretty sure there isn’t that much to forget this time, Dad.”
Harry smiled, but before he could respond, James came thumping down the staircase, dragging his own bag behind him. “How about you, Jamie? Everything set?”
“Yep.”
Harry had to resist the urge to roll his eyes. “Alright, let’s get going then.”
It had been a long time since he had travelled anywhere on the Knight Bus. There’d been no real reason for him to have to flag it down, mainly because he could get everywhere he needed to through the floo network or by simply Apparating. He waited until both boys were standing on the curb before he locked the house behind him and moved to stand beside them.
“Watch yourselves now, who knows what the driver’s going to be like.”
He stuck his wand hand out and held his breath, hoping that maybe the service had been improved to the point that they had managed to get a real driver. A loud bang caused both boys to jump and step back from the curb.
“‘ello there!”
Harry grinned at the man now hanging out of the door of the giant purple bus that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere a few steps in front of him. It was no one he recognised, but figured there was no reason to put the conductor off-side.
“Good morning, how are you?”
Before the conductor could respond, he was interrupted by a loud voice. “Is ‘at you ‘arry? Or should I say Neville?”
Harry’s grin turned to a proper smile when he recognised the voice. It had been a long time since the trials, but he clearly remembered standing in front of the Wizengamot and convincing them that Stan Shunpike had been under the influence of the Imperius curse.
“Stan?”
Stan’s long, lanky form appeared in the doorway behind the conductor, a wide smile stretched across his face. “In the flesh! Old Ernie retired a few years back an’ guess who got a promotion?”
“Congratulations! I’m just taking the boys here back to Hogwarts.”
“On ya get then! Louis ere’ll get ya bags! There’s sumun else upstairs takin’ ‘er son back too.”
Harry got tickets for the three of them, ushered the boys onto the bus and followed them upstairs, wondering if the ‘sumun else’ was Astoria. Sure enough, the second he made the top floor, he saw a flash of long blonde hair that indicated that his suspicions had been correct. What surprised him, however, was that both Al and James made their way over to sit near Scorpius. Al slid into the seat next to him, but James took the one behind the two of them, his foot raised to rest on the back of the chair as he glanced sullenly around the bus. Harry watched for a few seconds, wondering exactly what the three of them were up to. When they seemed to be only talking quietly, he moved to sit near Astoria.
“Is it a bad thing that that makes me paranoid?” He nodded towards the boys and received a quiet laugh in response.
“Not at all. In fact, I wouldn’t put it past them to be plotting something; they did the same thing in the café yesterday.”
“While Lily quizzed you on either Draco or the peacocks no doubt?”
Astoria laughed again and it lit up her whole face. “Actually, she was asking about Lucius.”
Harry was about to respond, but was interrupted by Scorpius moving over to sit beside Astoria. A quick glance over to where his own boys sat told him that there was definitely something going on: they were watching what was happening way too closely for this to be innocent. Sure enough, instead of speaking to his mother, Scorpius turned to Harry with wide eyes and a devious smile.
“Are you and my Dad going to get married?”
Harry choked. On what he had no idea, but it led to a coughing fit that caused his eyes to water and his face to turn red.
“‘Married’,” he managed to gasp after regaining a little bit of control over himself. “It’s only been two months!”
“You do love each other, right?”
“Yes,” Harry responded immediately, as this was one thing he knew for certain. Out of the corner of his eye he saw James roll his eyes and return to staring out the window, his foot on the back of Al’s chair again. Harry noted that he would have to have a word with James before he went back into the school grounds, then refocussed on Scorpius. “But generally people tend to wait a while before they make a commitment like that.”
At least long enough so that they’re both divorced before getting engaged… It didn’t occur to him that it wasn’t the idea of being married to Draco that was horrifying him at that moment, but more the thought of it happening so quickly.
“But it could happen eventually?”
Harry glanced over to Astoria, hoping to find some form of help there, but only received a smirk in response. Unable to prevent it this time, he rolled his eyes.
“It could, yes, but not just yet.”
This answer seemed to satisfy Scorpius, as he moved back over to the seat beside Albus and they resumed their whispered conversation. James didn’t seem to want to join in this time and he just stared out the window as the bus continued on its way. Harry watched him as they travelled, wondering exactly how he could manage to break through this moodiness James had developed recently and if he should even try. He knew it must have partially been brought on by what was happening with him and Draco, but part of it could also just be normal teenage hormones, so he wasn’t quite sure just how far to push this. With a last bang and jolt, they arrived at the gates of Hogwarts and Harry pushed his concerns over James to the back of his mind for a little while.
“Alright boys, make sure you have everything before you get off,” he said as all three of them trudged down the stairs to the first floor in front of him.
Harry stepped aside to allow Astoria off before him, offered Stan a wide grin and hopped down the stairs himself. The bus was gone with another loud bang in a split second. Turning to face the gates, Harry noticed James standing apart from Albus and Scorpius again with a surly look on his face and he sighed. It looked like he was going to have to say something to him now rather than later, just in case he took it into his head that this kind of open hostility was going to be tolerated.
“Jamie?”
James rolled his eyes. “It’s James.”
“Fine, James, can I speak to you before you go back in?” James seemed to consider Harry’s words before shooting him a glare and turning to face the gates. “James… James Sirius Potter, you will listen to me whether you want to or not.”
“I’ll take Albus back up with Scorpius?”
Harry shot Astoria a grateful look before turning back to his son. James was still standing with his back to him, his arms crossed across his chest. Harry took a deep breath and let it out slowly, knowing James didn’t react well to being spoken to in an angry tone.
“I know you’re angry with me over what has happened with your Mother,” he began and had to reign in his own angry reaction what James scoffed in response. “But I need you to understand why we can’t stay together.”
“You think that’s why I’m angry?” James spun around, his hands clenched by his sides and eyes narrowed. “I know Mum cheated on you and that you cheated on her and all of that. I know that you’re gay. I know why you can’t stay together; I’m not an idiot!”
“Then what?” Harry threw his hands into the air, gesturing in a futile attempt to express his confusion. “Why have you been so hostile towards me? Why have you been acting out?”
“Lily and Al are too young to know what happens when one of your parents moves on, but I have friends whose parents have divorced and I know! I know that you’re going to start trying to convince us all that Mum isn’t worth spending time with, that you two are going to start competing to get us to pay more attention to you and I know that eventually we’re going to be forgotten. You know Carmel Zabini’s grandmother has had seven different husbands? Seven! Carmel’s Dad’s on his third wife and she has brothers and sisters she doesn’t even know! I’ve seen what happens when parents divorce and I don’t want that to happen to us.”
Harry blinked as the nonsensical thought that James was apparently friends with Blaise Zabini’s daughter crossed his mind. A vaguely insulted feeling made itself known in his chest as it occurred to him that he had just been compared to Blaise Zabini’s mother, but he shook the thoughts from his mind and refocussed.
“I won’t let that happen to us–”
“How do you know that?” James’ hands unclenched from his sides, but his stance was still defensive. “How can you be so sure that you won’t wake up one day and just be sick of us? That you won’t want to move on with Draco and get married and have a little family of your own? Maybe you’ll want kids who don’t remind you of her? Sure, Al and Scorpius get along now, but what happens when they start to argue because they’re used to being treated differently? What happens when Lily does something that pisses Draco off? She looks just like Mum, so maybe you’ll start to distance yourself from her. Why would you want three constant reminders of the person you want nothing to do with anymore?”
“Because you are my children – my own blood – and that means more than any other kind of connection I could have with anyone. Why do you think I’m standing out here in the freezing cold trying to work out why you’re so unhappy? You kids are my main priority, just as you always have been. While your Mother and I don’t see eye-to-eye anymore, that won’t affect our relationships with you three. Mrs. Zabini may have gone through seven different wizards over the years and Blaise may very well be on his way to following in that same direction with the witches in his life, but neither your Mother nor I are the same as they are.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, unsure if any of this was getting through to James this time. “I don’t know how else to say it other than to tell you again that I would never allow you kids to slip away from me and neither would your Mother.”
James merely stood and stared at Harry for a long time. Harry had never really liked the idea of punishing any of his kids and he didn’t want to have to start now because of this, but ideas ran through his mind rapidly: he could cut James’ allowance, he could ask the Headmaster to not allow him to go on the next Hogsmeade trip and he could even take away some of his privileges when he came back home next. None of these ideas appealed to him, however, because he simply didn’t see the point in punishing a child when it may be possible to talk them out of whatever they had been doing that was unacceptable. The problem he was facing, though, was that he knew that there could be no easy solution to this. He and Ginny were not going to get back together and it looked highly unlikely that they would ever even get along again at this stage. James was simply going to have to learn that.
“So you and Draco stay together and we all just live together as one big family, is that what you’re getting at?”
“I–” Harry sighed. “That’s what I want, yes.” Perhaps telling James the bare truth would work…
“Look, can I go up to the school now? I’m cold.”
Harry watched as James slung his backpack up onto his shoulder and turned to face him. There was less hostility in his voice and stance than there had been, which Harry counted as a good thing, but he knew nothing had really been resolved yet. A small sound had him glancing up to see Astoria making her way slowly back down the drive towards them.
“Fine, go.” Harry sighed again, running through ways he could try to prove to James that neither he nor Ginny were going to abandon him and his siblings. “I’ll talk to you soon.”
James rolled his eyes at Harry and offered a somewhat polite smile to Astoria when she held the gate open for him to slip through. Harry stood watching him make his way back towards the school before realising that Astoria was waiting for him a few steps away. He turned and smiled at her as she fell into step with him.
“Teenagers are the reason I didn’t ever take McGonagall up on the offer to teach full-time, you know.” He grinned when Astoria laughed. “So Lily was asking you about Lucius?”
Harry fell silent, listening to Astoria tell him all about what Lily had been asking her the day before. He allowed her voice to lull him into a milder mood, one where he had no worries about any of his children, he wasn’t facing a difficult court case and everything was sorted out neatly.
“Everything will work out, Harry.”
Harry smiled. “You have to say that.”
“No, I don’t. I could be just as hostile towards you as James is because you’re taking my safe, comfortable husband away from me. But I really do think that once everything with the courts is over, everything will settle down nicely.”
“James compared me to Arabella Zabini.”
Astoria’s surprised laugh startled some birds out of a tree near them. “If you poison Draco, then we’ll have a problem.”
Harry joined in with her laughter and felt some of the tension that had been knotting his shoulders start to lift. His mind wandered to the rest of what he had to get done that day before picking Lily up from school, pushing his worries about James to the back of his mind for the time being.
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“Look at me please… Good, now up towards the ceiling… Very good… Is there any pain when I push here?”
Draco shook his head as the Healer gently pressed his thumb to his left cheekbone. They had lowered the dosage of the pain potion that morning and because he had had no bleeding or pain troubles during the day, he was finally being allowed to go back home. The Healers wanted regular updates on his progress, which meant that he was only allowed to leave if they could be guaranteed that he wasn’t going home to an empty house. Draco had no complaints on that count, because it just gave him an excuse to have Harry stay with him in the Manor – or for him to stay at Grimmauld – until he was given a clean bill of health.
“Alright, it seems to me like you’re healthy enough to leave the hospital. There are a few rules I need you to follow before I can allow you to leave, though, Mr. Malfoy.” Draco raised an eyebrow as the Healer turned to face Harry, who was slouched against the doorjamb. “You too, please, Mr. Potter.” Figuring he knew what was coming, Draco smirked at Harry, who was wearing a look of complete confusion. “The one hard and fast rule for injuries like this one is for the patient to not engage in any kind of activity that could potentially cause further damage. Rigorous activities that increase your heart rate and blood flow are a good thing. In fact, regular exercise is recommended, but getting into positions that may encourage the blood to rush to your head will only cause more problems to the healing process. You are a brewer, yes? I would ask that you refrain from standing over a cauldron for extended periods of time; from leaning over in that kind of position at all, really.” Draco found he had to lower his eyes to prevent himself from laughing when Harry’s eyes widened in what appeared to be embarrassment. “I will leave you a supply of pain potion. Take it three times a day for the next three days. You can try lowering the dosage again after that.”
Draco watched as Harry visibly relaxed. He couldn’t tell whether Harry had understood that the Healer was basically banning them from sex for a few more days or whether he’d been expecting something worse than that, but figured he could worry about that later. The prospect of being able to fall asleep in his own bed that night was a much more pressing order of business. Of course, being able to fall asleep in his own bed with Harry comfortably beside him was even more appealing: with his arms wrapped around Draco's waist, his hard, toned chest pressed to Draco's back and his hard…
“So he’ll still be easily distracted on this lower dose of the potion as well?”
Draco blinked to clear the thoughts from his mind. Harry was grinning at him, but had obviously addressed the Healer. The realisation that he had been caught fantasising caused a blush to begin to spread on Draco's cheeks and he ducked his head again.
“It won’t be as obvious as it has been the past few days, but yes, there will still be some kind of intoxicating effects. Whether that will show in a tendency to become easily distracted, or by sleeping more often, or even feeling a general, all-over numbness to everyday things, I cannot say.”
Still fighting against the blush, Draco pushed himself up so he could sit on the edge of the bed. He heard Harry thank the Healer and send him away, but kept his head down, focussing on keeping his attention on the present and out of the gutter. His mind raced, trying to come up with a mundane subject.
“So, I had a lovely little chat with Scorpius on the bus back to Hogwarts this morning.”
Standing and beginning to strip himself of the hospital pyjamas, Draco smiled at Harry’s sarcasm. “Yes?”
“He and Albus want to know when we’re getting married.”
Draco's fingers slipped on the button of his trousers, leaving them hanging off his hips. “What?”
“He and Al sat talking to each other for a few minutes after we got on the bus, then Scorpius came over and asked straight up if we were getting married.” Harry pushed off the doorjamb and moved to stand directly in front of Draco, his fingers tracing along the waistband of Draco's trousers.
A quick calculation told Draco that it had been nearly four full days since they had last had sex as desire flooded through him. His hands automatically slid down to link with Harry’s on his hips and he gave a small half-smile when Harry’s head snapped up.
“At least they seem to be getting along.”
Amusement flashed in Harry’s eyes as he moved their now-joined hands back along Draco's hips towards his arse. “Yes, because that’s the most important thing.” It seemed that Harry was going to become distracted, but he shook his head regretfully and stepped backwards. “James, on the other hand, isn’t adjusting to this the way I would like him to. He’s worried that because of the divorce, he and Al and Lily will all be treated the same way some of his friends who have divorced parents have been treated. I basically told him he’s being ridiculous, but I have no idea whether it sunk in this time or not. I guess…” He paused to rub a hand along the back of his neck. “I guess I’ll just have to keep trying.”
Draco nodded as he continued to get dressed. There really wasn’t all that much he could add to that, because Scorpius had never caused that kind of trouble for him and Astoria. There wasn’t anything he could think of to say to make things better, as he knew that they would just be empty words. Telling Harry that things would work out eventually did sound good for a while, but hearing it every single time something went wrong would get old fast, Draco knew. He was just running through a list of things that he might be able to do when Harry spoke again.
“I may have had to promise Lily that she could go see your peacocks today to get her to go to school, by the way.”
Draco raised his head as he finished buttoning up his shirt buttons to see whether Harry was joking or not. He raised an eyebrow when it became obvious that he wasn’t.
“My peacocks?”
Harry winced. “Yeah, sorry.” He stepped forward to run his hands along Draco’s collar. “Do you mind?”
Draco circled his arms around Harry’s waist. “Do I mind having you at the Manor rather than having to sleep in that bed alone? No, Potter, I don’t mind.”
The smile Harry offered up caused Draco's stomach to flutter and he only just prevented himself from grinning like an idiot back at him. “Let’s get you home, then.”
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