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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!
Starr: Yes, I think James got all the Potter stubbornness :D
Draco placed his paper aside as he heard the tell-tale thumps that indicated that Harry was slowly making his way down the stairs of the Manor the next morning. He quickly made up a cup of chamomile tea and placed it on the coffee table beside the opposite end of the lounge he currently occupied. It was so nice, being able to wake up in his own home and actually get dressed for the day, even if that day involved only resting around the house. He knew he couldn’t brew for the next few days, but he was determined that he wouldn’t just sit idly.
“Good morning.” He rolled his eyes at the half-hearted glare Harry shot him in response.
“It’s half six in the morning. I fail to see how that could be considered ‘good’.”
Taking a slow sip of his tea before placing it back on the coffee table beside him, Draco turned back to the paper he had abandoned. “Feel free to return to bed.”
Silence followed this, but he resisted the urge to glance up. In all honesty, he was just happy to have been allowed to come home and Harry’s usual early morning grumpiness wasn’t going to change that at all. A few shuffling footsteps were the only warning he got before his chin was tilted upwards and Harry’s lips landed on his. He let out a surprised gasp, which allowed Harry to slide his tongue between his lips, opening his mouth to deepen the kiss. It took a few seconds, but the shock eventually began to turn to desire and Draco clenched his hand in the front of the soft flannelette shirt Harry wore and pulled him closer. Harry laughed into the kiss, but obeyed Draco's directions, moving to kneel on the lounge beside him. The hand that had tilted Draco's chin slid slowly up so Harry’s fingers could brush against Draco’s left cheekbone, a move that Draco believed was unconscious. The previous night had proven his suspicions that Harry was going to be a hands-on carer – for lack of a better phrase – while he was recovering from the curses he had been hit with. Harry had made absolutely certain that he had had everything that he needed, that almost everything else was within easy reaching distance and had even managed to keep Lily relatively quiet once he picked her up from school. It was just a shame that Draco couldn’t take advantage of everything else he could tell that Harry wanted to offer. He hummed quietly when Harry broke the kiss.
“Now it’s a good morning.”
Draco scoffed and turned back to his paper, but kept an eye on Harry as he settled down at the other end of the lounge with his tea. They hadn’t yet spoken about their living arrangements while Draco was under Healer instructions to not be in the house alone and Draco was unsure of how to raise the topic. Normally, he would just come right out and say what was on his mind, but Harry had Lily to consider. If Draco got his way and they spent most, if not all, of their time at the Manor, that would mean Lily would have to have a room of her own there as well. It was unreasonable to expect her to continue to sleep in Scorpius’ room as she had been, but Draco couldn’t just have a room made up for her without running it by Harry first. The other problem his mind had come up with was what if, when he made the offer, Harry turned him down? That would make Harry’s time in the Manor uncomfortable, to say the least, as well as putting an unnecessary strain on their relationship.
“You know it’s rude to stare, right?”
Draco jumped and grabbed his tea cup off the coffee table as embarrassment rushed through him at having been caught. The stupid potion was still controlling parts of how he reacted to the world around him despite the fact that it was a lower dose and it was annoying him no end. Taking a deep breath, he let it out slowly before looking back up to see Harry smirking at him.
“Yes?”
Draco's eyes automatically returned to his tea cup before he spoke again. “I’ve been thinking about the living arrangements here and–”
“Yeah, I was going to ask about that,” Harry interrupted, causing Draco's eyes to snap to him again. “Look, I’ll take Lily back to Grimmauld with me. I know she’s a bit of a handful when you’re not used to her.”
“Harry–”
“I mean, she doesn’t want to always be dumped with Molly and Arthur, but you’ll have Astoria here for the days I’m with her–”
“Harry!”
“–so you won’t be disobeying the Healer’s orders. And I know it’s good to have some space from each other–”
“For fuck’s sake, Potter, shut up and let me speak!”
Harry stuttered to a stop, his eyes wide. Draco had to resist the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose because he had no idea if it would cause problems with his injury. How the hell he had managed to fall for this bloody moron was completely beyond him, but it was done now and he wasn’t going to just let him go, so explaining exactly what he had meant seemed to be his only option here. He huffed out a slightly frustrated sigh before taking a deep breath.
“I was going to suggest having a room here in the Manor made up for Lily, if you would only listen to me.” He knew he sounded pissed off, but really, if Harry was that determined to misunderstand him, then how else was he supposed to react? “Of course, you could go back to Grimmauld by yourselves, but I’d prefer to have you here.”
Harry’s mouth opened and closed a few times before snapping shut with an audible click. He stared off into space for longer than Draco was comfortable with, but Draco allowed it, not wanting to startle a rash decision out of him. Draco raised an eyebrow when Harry’s eyes refocussed and he turned to face him properly. Still Harry stayed quiet, but it didn’t last long. Draco heard a mumble that sounded very much like ‘fuck it’ before Harry landed in his lap.
He was slightly more prepared for it this time and managed to yank his cup out of the way before Harry could drench the both of them in hot tea. Not that it mattered after a few seconds, because Harry was quite capable of wiping his mind of everything else. Sliding his hands up the back of Harry’s shirt, Draco pulled him closer just as their lips connected again. Harry’s skin was so warm and smooth beneath Draco's hands, causing him to curl his fingers and drag his nails along Harry’s spine. It wasn’t anywhere near hard enough to leave any permanent damage, but just the idea of being able to leave his mark on that pale, soft skin was getting Draco's blood pumping faster. He pressed the palms of his hands onto the small of Harry’s back when they reached it, pulling him closer still. It was then that Harry chose to draw back with a sound that was half-gasp, half-groan.
“Harry?” Draco's voice was rough and the smile it caused to break on Harry’s face sent Draco's stomach flipping with desire. “What’s wrong?”
Harry leant forward so their foreheads touched. “We can’t… Or really shouldn’t, at least.”
He paused to take a deep breath and Draco couldn’t help leaning forward to nip at his bottom lip. It turned into another kiss in a matter of seconds, with Harry’s mouth opening for Draco as he pressed forward again. Draco had no idea if his next thought was actually him or just the potion prompting strange things to drift through his mind, but it occurred to him that Harry was so much sexier in the mornings than at any other time. Maybe it was the slightly forbidden overtones that the morning held – as they always ran the risk of being caught by either Lily or Astoria – but there was something about Harry that got Draco going so much faster in the mornings. This time it was another set of stomping feet that caused them to break apart.
“Damn it,” Draco whispered as Harry slid quickly off his lap.
Harry gave a bit of a breathless laugh as he fell back against the armrest at the opposite end of the lounge again. “Two to three days, not before.”
“Damn you.”
Lily burst through the doors before Harry could do much more than laugh in response. She ran up, landed on the lounge between them and looked between the two of them with a bright smile.
“Morning! Can I go play with the animals?”
Harry’s eyes met with Draco's over Lily’s head and Draco could see a sparkle in them that had been absent for the past few days. It was a look Draco had come to associate with a happiness that Harry didn’t even have to voice and it sent warmth shooting through his stomach.
“Sure thing, baby girl. We’ll be out in a few minutes.”
“Alright!” Lily grinned wide at Draco before darting out of the room with all of the early morning energy that only a ten year old could possess. “Don’t take too long.”
Draco watched Harry as Lily rushed out of the room. It truly was unfair that he could have him right there and be unable to touch him… No, that was wrong: he could touch him all he wanted, he just wasn’t allowed to follow that touching up with anything even remotely interesting.
“You know, Malfoy, if you keep looking at me like that, I might just burst through sheer frustration.”
Draco rolled his eyes and followed Harry in pushing himself up off the lounge. “I’m the frustrating one? I was more than willing to risk further injury just a few minutes ago.”
“But you’re not now?” Harry shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and rocked up onto the balls of his feet, smirking at Draco the whole time. “Not at all?”
Narrowing his eyes, Draco managed to resist the urge to jinx him, but it was a close thing. “You are entirely too cocky for your own good.”
He made to move past and through to the lobby of the Manor, but was prevented by Harry stepping in front of him. Draco was about to roll his eyes again at the blatant attempt to rile him, but he got a look at Harry’s eyes before he could react. All the playfulness was gone, to be replaced with a look so serious that Draco's insides shivered a little with worry.
“Harry?”
“Thank you.”
Draco frowned. “For what?”
A small frown creased Harry’s forehead, causing him to look confused. “I don’t…” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “For Lily, for not running when you really should have so many times, for putting up with me and all the shit I come with… Thank you.”
Without waiting for a reply, Harry turned and made to make his way out of the room, but Draco flicked his wand out of the holster in his sleeve and waved it at the door, closing and locking it in one move. What he wanted was complete privacy, but the locked parlour would have to do at that moment. He smiled when Harry turned back to face him, the look of confusion back on his face.
“I love you.”
Harry’s eyes widened and his mouth opened and closed a few times, but nothing came out. It was a good feeling, knowing that he could reduce someone usually so mouthy to silence with a simple sentence, but Draco focussed more on saying what he knew Harry had to hear than what he was feeling right at that moment.
“There’s no need to thank me for treating you the way anyone who loves you is supposed to have treated you.”
He would have continued, but Harry drew him into a tight embrace before he could. Harry’s hands moved up Draco's back, one to tangle in his hair and the other to brace between his shoulder blades. Following his instincts, Draco wrapped Harry in his arms properly, his own hands sliding downwards. Unable to resist, he took advantage of Harry’s position and slipped a hand into the pocket of his jeans, squeezing his firm arse. There was no kiss this time, just the hug, which struck Draco as both odd and completely right at the same time. There was something so very personal just standing there with Harry in his arms; it felt incredibly intimate, despite not really being so. He came to the conclusion that anything else would have ruined the mood when he felt Harry’s muscles relaxing beneath his fingers.
“Have I told you recently how perfect I find you?”
Draco couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him at that. Trust Harry to be able to say something so cheesy and have it come out sounding completely sincere.
“It never hurts to hear it again.”
“Dad, come on!”
It seemed to Draco that Harry only pulled away from him reluctantly and he let his fingers trail along the bit of skin above Harry’s waistband, extending the contact for a few seconds. The smile Harry shot him sent his stomach fluttering again, but neither of them said anything. The sound of footsteps outside the door was followed by a frustrated sigh and Draco smiled back.
“Come on, before she finds a way to blast the doors open.”
The laughter in Harry’s voice only added to the butterflies in Draco's stomach as they made their way out of the room. The next few days were going to be incredibly frustrating.

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Harry crossed his left leg over his right in an attempt to stop himself from jiggling it up and down out of nerves. He had come straight to the Ministry after dropping Lily off at school that morning, mostly because he had to finish filling out the necessary forms that would complete his retirement, but had been called up to Kingsley’s office partway through. He didn’t ever remember being this nervous about seeing Kingsley before and he was fairly certain that that was only adding to his nerves even more.
“Are you alright, Harry?”
Harry jumped at the sound of Geoffrey Smythe’s voice. He had been Kingsley’s secretary for the past five years and Harry got along well with him.
“I feel like I’ve been called to the Headmaster’s office,” he responded with a small smile. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous about a meeting with any Minister before.”
Geoffrey grinned, but before he could respond, the door opened and Kingsley stood smiling at the two of them. “Harry, come on in.”
He shot Geoffrey one last look asking for sympathy and received another grin in response. Kingsley’s office was always warm and bright, no matter the time of year. He had once told Harry it was because there were so many horrible things happening in the world that he had to deal with that he wanted a place to come back to that was the exact opposite of that. The wooden furniture certainly added to that aesthetic, but today Harry was too worried to focus on the calming sense it usually gave him.
“Have you spoken to the Auror in charge of Ginny’s case?” Harry figured getting it out of the way early was probably the best way to go. “I mean, that’s why you called me in here, right? Is there any news?”
“Slow down, Harry!” Kingsley held a hand up, a wide smile on his face. “Take a seat and I’ll fill you in on everything I know so far.”
Obeying silently, Harry took the offered chair. He shook his head when Kingsley offered tea and received a strange look in response.
“Honestly, Kingsley, all I want is to know what’s going on. I hate not being in the loop for this one.”
“You know we’d put you as far away from this case as it’s possible for you to get if you were still working, right?”
Harry sighed. “Yes, I know, but…” He shook his head. “I’m sorry Kingsley, but I need to know that Draco's going to be safe from her.”
“It wasn’t him she was aiming at hurting that night, you know.” Kingsley placed a cup of tea down in front of Harry anyway before moving to take his own seat. “She couldn’t get to you and he was a convenient target.”
Guilt caused Harry to bow his head. He already knew that he was the reason Draco had been injured; he didn’t need Kingsley to point it out.
“Yes, well, he refuses to stay away from me, so keeping him safe from her is all I can do.”
“Are you really sure he needs protecting?” Kingsley began to laugh when Harry shot him a glare. “Alright, I’m sorry. Yes, I have spoken to the Auror in charge of Ginny’s case. He seems to think that it’s a fairly open and shut case, mostly because we were right there to catch her in the act. She was caught with the potion in her hand, she resisted arrest and she injured Malfoy right in front of you and four other Aurors. That, unfortunately, is all I can tell you.”
Harry blinked at Kingsley a few times before what he was being told sunk in. “Come on, Kingsley, you can’t leave me hanging like that.”
“As of last Friday night, you are a civilian. Even if you hadn’t retired, you would still be kept out of the case. Hell, we may have even had to have suspended you until the investigation was completely over. You know the protocol of the investigations better than I do, so you know exactly how much I am allowed to tell someone who has a vested interest in the case, but who isn’t directly involved.”
Scowling, Harry ran through his options in his mind. He had known going into this that Kingsley would most likely not be able to give him much information, but he had been hoping for a little more than this.
“How about giving me some information on the case itself? Not the evidence you’re gathering, but the actual presentation of it in court? Maybe a possible court date? I know with something this high profile, you’d have to have spoken to the court by now.”
“Well, you’re right about how high profile it is, at least. I think a lot of the Wizengamot members who have agreed to sit in are doing so more out of morbid curiosity than anything else.” Kingsley sat back in his chair, stretching his hands above his head before turning his attention back to Harry. “Your lawyers will be getting a lot of the information that I can’t divulge at the moment, including everything Ginny is being charged with. They’ll pass it on to you when they can. I assume that you’re sticking with the ones Malfoy put you in touch with?”
Harry nodded. “They seem to have a lot more experience with this level of case than my usual lawyers.”
“Good, an experienced set of lawyers is much better when you’re dealing with the kinds of things you will be over the next little while. I haven’t actually managed to completely secure a court date yet, but your lawyers will be in touch with you before I find out when the Wizengamot will hear the case, so your best bet is to stay in close contact with them.”
Nodding again, Harry took a sightly shaky breath. His nerves seemed to be lessening now that he had even the little amount of information Kingsley had been able to give him. Warming his fingers around the tea cup in front of him, his mind raced. He would have to get in touch with the lawyers when he got home that day, as well as informing both Draco and the Weasleys of what he found out about the case. His racing mind seemed to freeze when it occurred to him that he had just thought of Malfoy Manor as ‘home’. An intense feeling of joy threatened to overwhelm him, but he suppressed it as well as he could before Kingsley asked what was wrong.
“Harry?”
Shaking his head to kick it into gear again, Harry still couldn’t help grinning down at his tea cup. “Sorry, I er…” Taking a breath to get control back over himself, Harry raised his head and offered Kingsley a smile. “I’ll get in contact with them as soon as I get back. Is it alright if I keep the Weasleys informed, or are you going to do that yourself?”
“Are they speaking to you again then?”
A frown crossed Harry’s face through the happiness and he forced his attention back to the conversation. “Sort of. I had a good conversation with Molly at the hospital and we tried to work through some of the issues we’ve been having on Saturday night. It seems that Molly and Arthur are willing to listen to me and so are some of the others, but George and Ron at least are going to be slightly tougher.”
Kingsley nodded as he sat back in his chair again, looking more relaxed than Harry knew he would be able to at that moment. “That is understandable to a certain extent; the younger Weasleys always got along well. Although I will admit that Ron is a bit of a surprise. How about Hermione?”
“She never stopped speaking to me.” Harry smiled. “We haven’t spoken as often as we usually do, but she’s been there when I needed her and that’s really what counts.”
The conversation petered off into slightly more mundane subjects after that, allowing Harry’s mind to wander off towards Draco again. He knew for a fact that their relationship wasn’t travelling along at a normal pace by anyone’s standards; the suggestion Draco had made that morning had confirmed that for him. They had been practically living together for a while now and it seemed that Draco may be thinking of making that a more formal arrangement. It sent a warm feeling through his stomach and caused a smile to stay permanently on his face as he spoke with Kingsley. He knew that Kingsley had noticed something but, thankfully, he didn’t mention it. This was a happiness that Harry wanted to keep to himself for a little while longer.
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