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19 Years and 5 Minutes Later	By : TheMightyFlynn Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 58417 -:- 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: Thank for the reviews!
BAFan: *sigh* yes, that is what I meant. I'll go back and change it. I'm writing and trying to edit three stories at the same time at the moment, so things like that will get past me unfortunately :)
The clanging of the floo alarm brought Draco out of a daydream quite effectively early on Wednesday morning. He knew it couldn’t be Harry arriving back at the Manor, as he had only left to take Lily to school half an hour before. He still had to go to the lawyer’s office before he was due back and Draco knew that it would take a while. The alarm died down after a few seconds and was followed immediately by the sound of heels clacking on the marble floor of the lobby. Draco was up and out of his chair in a matter of seconds, as he knew Astoria didn’t wear heels like that this early in the morning and that meant that whoever had stepped through his floo was now walking through his house. He grabbed his wand off the coffee table beside him just as the owner of the heels turned the corner into the parlour where he was standing, thankful that he had thought to keep it close, just in case.
“Pansy?” Draco's stance relaxed as relief rushed through him.
“Are you going to hex me, Draco?”
Having to resist the impulse to roll his eyes, Draco placed his wand back on the table before moving to greet her. Pansy had spent most of the past nineteen years travelling Europe with various ‘partners’ by her side. Draco had never been so gauche as to ask about any of them and Pansy had never seen fit to tell him more than what they had purchased for her and how they compared to her past partners. She smiled and leant in to air kiss him on both cheeks as soon as he was close enough. Glancing over Pansy’s shoulder, Draco smiled at Astoria, who had followed quickly behind her. She smiled back and left them alone again.
“I’ll try to resist the temptation, but I can’t guarantee a single thing.”
“Good. Never deal in absolutes, darling, I thought you knew that.”
Draco smiled again as Pansy moved past him into the parlour. It had been a while since they had seen each other in person, but it seemed as though Pansy hadn’t changed all that much: her spike heels clicked as she walked, the colour matching perfectly with the deep blue shirt she wore beneath her black pantsuit; her hair was piled on top of her head in a complicated-looking twist and she held herself with all of the dignity that she had adopted out of necessity after the War. Walking slowly around the room, Pansy ran her fingers over the back of the lounge that sat adjacent to the chair Draco had been sitting on.
“Your pupils are dilated.”
Draco's smile widened. It was obvious to him that she wanted to discuss what had happened to him recently, but if she wanted to skirt around the issue then he would play along. He nodded, despite the fact that her back was to him.
“Yes, it’s the pain potion the Healers have me on. I’m to try lowering the dosage tomorrow.” Watching her carefully, Draco could make out the tension in her shoulders and it caused him to wonder if she was worried about him. “They have me not brewing until then as well, just in case the angle causes more problems.”
Nodding, Pansy moved on to stand in front of the large bookcase Draco had had made specifically for this room a few months before. He knew it wasn’t usual to have a bookcase in his parlour, but he had gotten sick of having to get up and go upstairs to the library to find a new book to read. It wasn’t like his parents could really object anymore, either: they had willingly given the Manor to him when he and Astoria had married. Pansy ran her fingers along the spines of the books for a few seconds before turning back to him.
“You seem… Comfortable.”
He had no idea if her choice of words was meant to cause him some unease over his relationship with Harry or whether his recent tendency to associate everything with Harry was clouding his judgement. Either way, he knew that due to the potion, he most likely wouldn’t be as fast off the mark as he usually was. The question now was whether he should bother speaking around the issue with Pansy or should he just cut to the heart of the matter.
“I am,” he responded, deciding to wait to see where she would take the convesation. “There’s no reason why I shouldn’t be.”
Pansy nodded again and pushed off away from the bookcase. Moving around the edge of the room, she ran her fingers over everything she passed. It wasn’t until she reached the liquor cabinet that she paused again. She turned back to him with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.
“Taking up a new hobby?”
Draco frowned as she held something up and waved it. It was a book with a pink pattern on the front; obviously one of the Muggle colouring books that Lily favoured sometimes. Taking a breath and letting it out slowly, Draco shot her a look before moving off to take a seat back in the chair he had vacated.
“You are hilarious.”
“Oh, don’t be so stuffy, darling. You wouldn’t be you if you didn’t have an inappropriate obsession or two.” She placed the book back on the liquor cabinet and moved to sit down on the lounge, smirk still firmly in place.
“Please,” Draco scoffed, unable to resist. “I only have one obsession at the moment and he’s hardly inappropriate any longer.”
The smirk Pansy wore turned quickly to a wide smile and she leant back into the lounge, making herself comfortable. “I would assume that his relative inappropriateness depends on the occasion.”
The leer she gave him caused him to shake his head. She was fishing for details as she usually did, but this time Draco found himself reluctant to give them. The urge to keep Harry to himself was still quite strong, despite the fact that he knew that basically the entire wizarding world knew about them. It was a strange sensation, wanting to keep something this important from Pansy, but he knew he had to admit to her that this was more than just a fling.
“It’s different this time. He’s different.”
“Of course it’s different: you’ve never managed to break up a marriage before.”
Draco watched a small frown form between Pansy’s eyes as he shook his head. “No, I mean…” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, unsure why he was having such a difficult time admitting that he had fallen for Harry. “Everything about this relationship is different–”
“Like the fact that you just used the word ‘relationship’?”
Draco ducked his head, staring down at his hands clenched in his lap. “I love him, Pans.”
He looked back up when Pansy snorted with laughter. It took a few seconds for her to realise that he hadn’t joined in with her and he raised an eyebrow at her when she glanced at him, shock slowly taking over her face.
“You…”
“Yes.”
“With him?”
“Yes.”
All the laughter left her face in a split second and she sat forward, pinning him a look so serious that Draco was sorely tempted to laugh himself. “Are you absolutely certain about this, Draco?”
He smiled. “You don’t believe me?”
She was silent again for a little while. It was obvious that she was considering her options to respond and Draco found himself desperately hoping that she would believe him. This whole thing would go so much smoother if Pansy was there with him to help ease the rest of his friends into this new direction his life had taken. Not that their opinions would sway his in any way, but it would be nice to know that he had some support from people other than Astoria. He couldn’t help holding his breath as Pansy’s eyes refocussed on him.
“I have been keeping up with this through the Prophet, you know,” she began. “And despite the fact that you’ve both come out and had an article published telling the world what was actually going on, I had thought that they had seen the two of you together and just blown it out of proportion. You know that they printed a whole series on my supposed relationship with Jean Moreau when they spotted us together at the Quidditch World Cup the other year, right?”
Draco nodded instead of speaking, hoping it would speed Pansy’s little speech up. He recalled vividly the explosion Pansy had had in this very room three years previously when Rita Skeeter had supposed that she had been dating the French Seeker simply because they had been spotted speaking to each other. The truth of the matter was that Jean had actually been Draco's date for the Cup, but they had obviously not been able to be seen together in public, as neither of them had been out in the press at the time. Unfortunately, the article had ruined Pansy’s chances of getting a date with anyone for a while, as Skeeter had run with the idea that Pansy and Jean were close enough to be getting married. It had taken quite a lot of bribes for Draco to suppress those articles. He jumped and silently began to curse the Gods-be-damned potion for allowing him to become distracted once again when she continued speaking.
“You still owe me for that one, by the way.” Draco bowed his head solemnly, causing her to smile. “I know you too well to think that you haven’t overanalysed your reasons for committing to something like this, but… Why? Why him? Why now?”
Draco took a few seconds to compose his response. He knew that she was watching his reactions and that they would be used against him if he showed anything that gave her the idea that he was unsure of himself in any way.
“I’m not sure I can explain completely… You saw how much I wanted him when we were teenagers. I suppose those feelings never truly went away. When I was presented with the opportunity and he seemed willing, I was unable to prevent myself. That first time felt as though it was the satisfaction of so many years of frustration and it started this craving in me that I’ve yet to satisfy.” He took a deep breath as his skin tingled with the memory of what it had been like to first touch Harry. “I’m not sure if I ever will manage to satisfy it either.”
He blinked as his eyes refocussed on Pansy. She was watching him with the same level of scrutiny that she had been earlier only there was something different about it this time: the worry had mostly cleared from her eyes. She nodded slowly.
“You love him.” She sounded certain and it caused a smile to spread across Draco's face.
“I do.”
Pansy nodded again, but changed the subject. Being used to the way Pansy dealt with emotions like this, Draco couldn’t be worried about her seemingly sudden change of heart. She would go over and over the idea of him and Harry being together in her mind before pronouncing any kind of judgement on the idea. While he had been worried that she would have a negative reaction, Draco got the feeling that she would come around in the end.
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“Mr. Potter, how good to see you again.”
Harry smiled as he entered the office of Richardson, Hunter and MacGregor, the lawyers Draco had recommended. The secretary returned his smile this time rather than simply staring coldly at him, and it put him much more at ease than he had thought it would have. He had to resist the urge to tug at the collar of his formal robes as he stepped up to the desk. He was much more nervous than he knew he really should be; it wasn’t like the lawyers could turn him down now, as they had already agreed to take his case.
“Likewise. Is there someone free to see me about the progress that has been made on my case?”
“Of course; follow me.”
Harry’s hands clenched in his pockets as he followed along behind her. He had meant to get in here yesterday after speaking to Kingsley, but he had definitely not been dressed for a formal meeting with these lawyers; he knew that Draco would have murdered him if he had wandered in there dressed in his jeans and flannelette shirt, looking like he had just come off a Muggle construction site. The secretary took him on the same winding route to the office that he had taken that first day but Harry found himself grateful this time, as it gave him time to prepare himself. He knew that the lawyers had to have more information on the case and what was going to happen to Ginny than he did and now that the time had come for him to hear it, he was so taken over with nerves that his hands were almost shaking.
“Mr. Richardson and Ms. Hunter are waiting for you,” the secretary informed him when they paused at the large oak doors of the meeting room.
Harry spared a second to wonder how it was that they had known that he was coming, but pushed the question aside as the doors opened. Mr. Richardson and Ms. Hunter were seated at the long table again, but they both gave him their full attention this time as he entered the room.
“Good morning, Mr. Potter, we have been expecting a visit from you for the past few days.”
Harry offered up a nervous smile as he focussed on Ms. Hunter. “I would have been in to see you sooner, but I’ve had so many things I’ve had to sort out over the past few days that I just haven’t found the time.”
“Yes, how are your children, if you don’t mind me asking?” It was Richardson who spoke this time. “Safe from the press, I assume?”
It took a couple of seconds for what Richardson was telling him to sink in, but when it did, Harry smiled properly. “You’ve found a way to keep them away somehow?”
“You would be surprised what the proper application of pressure to certain key members of the media will do for you, Mr. Potter.”
Harry’s smile widened at this. No wonder Draco liked these lawyers so much.
“From what I can tell, there hasn’t been one single attempt to reach the boys at Hogwarts and I know for a fact that Lily has been perfectly safe from them, so thank you for that. It means a lot to me to know that they’ll be protected from what I went through when I was a teenager.”
The two of them turned out to be quite pleasant once Harry had managed to get past the initial iciness. He knew from their first meeting that a lot of the intimidation that he had felt was entirely manufactured by them both, just as the slight clumsiness and ineptitude displayed by the third partner, MacGregor, had been. He was thankful that they seemed to have dropped the attempts to intimidate him, as he knew it would grow old fast if he had to continually contend with it.
It seemed as though they didn’t intend to have this meeting in the long meeting room and they all adjourned to a room that was connected by a set of doors in the rear wall. This new room was much more inviting than the meeting room, despite obviously still being an ‘official’ room: the wood panelling made Harry feel much more comfortable than the meeting room’s white plaster. Ms. Hunter and Mr. Richardson both took seats behind a large desk and waved Harry into a chair opposite them. He was offered tea and biscuits and they lit the fire before they began to discuss anything. The conversation was kept to trivialities while the tea was being served, but they soon got down to why Harry was there. His nerves jumped as he sensed the change in mood.
“So, Mr. Potter, I would assume the reason you are here is to discuss the fate of your wife?” Ms. Hunter smiled at Harry. “We do have some information that you would be interested in, but as the courts have not yet decided on a date, we can’t tell you much. I hope you understand that we’re being shackled by the courts and would tell you everything we know if we were allowed.”
Harry smiled. “I worked as an Auror for nineteen years, Ms. Hunter, believe me when I say I know exactly how frustrating the court system is.”
“Of course.” Her smile didn’t reach her eyes – ever – and it left Harry feeling slightly disconcerted. “Well, what we can tell you is this: the Auror Corps are placing charges against her and will be appealing to Mr. Malfoy to see if he wants to place charges against her as well. We cannot say what the charges will be, and he will be advised of his options separately. As for your options…”
She paused as she flipped through a book before her. Harry glanced automatically over to Richardson, who seemed to take this as his cue.
“Along with the divorce and child custody battle – which I feel safe saying that you can almost be guaranteed in winning – you have a number of options in regards to Mrs. Potter. Attempted fraud is the most obvious accusation you can level at her, due to her attempting to use a homemade love potion on you. You could ask for attempted assault with intent to cause mental harm under the potions clause, also because of the love potion. Together they carry an up to twenty years in prison sentence.”
“Prison,” Harry repeated, slightly stunned at the amount of information that he had been hit with in such a short space of time. “She’ll definitely be sent to prison? There’s no other option?”
“You want another option?” Ms. Hunter’s head had snapped up the second Harry had finished asking the question. “May I ask why?”
Sitting back in his chair, Harry took a sip of his tea to stall for time. He had a proper answer to this question all planned out and he would be damned if he was going to allow his current nerves to make him sound like he was unsure of what he was about to say.
“I know for a fact that Ginny isn’t the same kind of criminal that I have dealt with for the past nineteen years. This reaction she has had, along with her attempts to convince me to cancel the divorce proceedings, proves to me that she needs some kind of psychiatric help. I believe that she has had a psychotic break of some sort and that it needs to be treated properly if she is ever to recover.”
The two lawyers both stared at him for a few seconds before Richardson recovered. He folded his hands on the table before him and leant forward.
“Are you absolutely certain that you want to recommend a psychiatric hospital?”
“Ginny is the mother of my children. I can’t allow my kids to go through what I’ve seen other children go through when their parents divorce. By all means, place her in a prison, but I would ask that wherever she gets placed have some kind of mental health facility. I am fully aware that what she has done is a criminal offence and I want her punished for it, but I also know that she needs serious help; help that she can only get from qualified professionals. Placing her in Azkaban would only make whatever is wrong with her worse and who knows what she would attempt when she was finally released. What if she came after one of us again? What if whatever is wrong with her progressed to the point that she tried to harm one of the kids? I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to one of them, or to Draco again, and I knew that I could have prevented it by having her placed in a facility that could have helped her.”
He watched as the two of them leant in close to each other and held a quick, whispered discussion. It was obvious that they hadn’t counted on him requesting something like that and he hoped that it wouldn’t change the way the case would be conducted. His fingers clenched automatically around the mug of tea he held as he waited for them to respond.
“I believe we can accommodate your wishes, Mr. Potter,” Ms. Hunter responded after what seemed to Harry like an interminable amount of time. “It will take a bit of manoeuvring, but it shouldn’t present a problem at this stage. Of course, any case that is brought against her by the Auror Corps or by Mr. Malfoy will add years to the sentence that she receives from the case you bring against her. She may very well end up locked away for quite a long time.”
Good. Harry was a little stunned at the ferocity of the thought and the feelings behind it, but quickly realised that this was what he had been feeling for quite a while in regards to Ginny. As much as he knew that she needed help, he wanted her to be locked away while receiving it. She needed to make amends for what she had done and if being locked away from society was the only way she was going to do that, then that was what he wanted.
There didn’t seem to be that much more for him to discuss with the lawyers at that time and he took his leave of them after making a proper appointment to come back the next week to hear what the court had decided in relation to the date and how the case would progress. He knew that with the three different cases that could be brought against Ginny, the court would have to have a large amount of time free to hear them all, as it would make no sense to sentence Ginny, then bring her back out twice more simply to add onto the sentence. He made his way back out of the office towards the Apparition point, eager to get back to the Manor and fill Draco in on what had happened.
When he arrived in the lobby of the Manor, it was to discover that Draco wasn’t alone. The sound of Draco's deep laugh echoed to him from the parlour and Harry found himself drawn in that direction automatically. He didn’t get to discover who it was that had made Draco laugh, however, as his wrist was grabbed the second he came within reach of the parlour door. Draco moved swiftly out of the room and had Harry pinned against the wall of the lobby before he could react.
The kiss that followed sent Harry’s mind spinning with desire. Draco pressed as close as he could get, slipping his thigh in-between Harry’s legs and slowly rubbing against him. Harry hummed in appreciation and slid his arms up and around Draco's shoulders, holding him close as he enjoyed the sensation. It wasn’t until Draco shifted and broke the trance he had placed Harry under that Harry remembered that they weren’t actually supposed to be indulging in anything of the sort.
“Draco…”
“Pansy’s here.”
“What?” Harry shoved at Draco's shoulders, but only succeeded in creating a gap between them large enough so he could see Draco's eyes properly. “You–”
Draco cut him off by placing another – much more chaste – kiss on his lips. “Tomorrow.”
Harry groaned as Draco left him standing in the lobby. He wasn’t sure he had ever been this frustrated before and Draco really wasn’t helping.
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