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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!
D-O: Welcome back, hope everything's better :) Good to know that it all makes sense when read together. I haven't tried that yet :/
Butterflies rushed through Harry’s stomach as he made his way slowly up the path that led to the Burrow. Today was the day that he would inform Molly and Arthur about the charges being placed against Ginny and he had definitely not been looking forward to it. Adding onto his nerves was the fact that he had voluntarily removed his wedding ring only that morning. He knew that Molly at least would notice that it was missing, but he had no idea if it would become an issue between them. Shaking his head, he put the thoughts aside for the time being. Honestly, if Molly wanted there to be a problem between the two of them, then she would find one to exploit, he knew that as well as he knew his own name; their interactions over the past few months proved it. There was no point in him creating a problem where none currently existed.
His thoughts drifted back to that morning and he had to smile as a warm feeling spread through him. Lily had spent the past hour trying to convince him to allow her to have the day off school, but Harry had resisted, knowing that actually being with children her own age was good for her. Or, at least, he had mostly resisted. The memory of Draco sniggering next to him when he had finally caved and informed Lily she could have Friday off if she went without objection that day, tomorrow and Thursday warmed Harry much more than the thick coat he wore against the wind and rain. Giving her Friday wouldn’t mess with her studies too much he knew and it would probably be good for her to have that one day alone with them, since he was planning on having the boys home for at least the weekend. Draco's right: I am a soft touch when it comes to the kids…
“Harry!”
Dragged abruptly out of his thoughts, Harry’s head snapped up and he offered what he knew had to be a slightly sheepish smile at being caught daydreaming about Draco. “Good morning, Arthur. How are you?”
He still felt so formal and stiff when he was speaking to Arthur and Molly after everything that had happened. But, he figured, at least they were speaking to him. There were so many people who would blame Ginny’s actions on him for the rest of his life and completely ignore the fact that she was just as in the wrong as he was, that he knew he was relatively lucky. Arthur returned his smile and stepped aside as Harry made his way to the front door.
“Quite well, all things considered. Molly is in the kitchen.”
Harry took a deep breath as he entered the house. The scent of home washed over him, bringing years of good memories with it. Some of those memories were tainted now, what with his memories of Ginny all being spoiled by painful questions, but he pushed them aside. There was no point in putting himself in a foul mood before speaking to Molly and Arthur, especially considering what he was there to speak to them about. It was with a start of surprise that he turned the corner into the kitchen to discover that he was there alone with the two of them: not one of their children, grandchildren or in-laws were milling around as they usually were.
“Good morning, Molly,” Harry murmured as another, slightly stronger, rush of nerves hit him.
“Hello Harry.” Molly turned from the stove, where she had obviously just put the kettle on to boil. “Take a seat, the tea will be ready soon.”
Still feeling slightly awkward, Harry pulled a chair out and slowly sank into it. Without thinking, he moved his right hand to cover his left, automatically hiding the fact that his ring was no longer there. He watched Molly as she bustled around the kitchen, putting the dishes and pans back where they belonged. He knew that she usually did this with magic and, judging by her jerky movements, had to assume that she was doing it by hand this time due to nerves over this meeting. It relaxed him a little to realise that he wasn’t the only one nervous about his being there, but he did wish that he could do or say something to make everything slightly less uncomfortable. That something seemed to come in the form of Arthur for Molly, as she slowed down the second he entered the room and took a seat at the end of the kitchen table.
“Here we are.” She waved her wand and three cups soared out of the cupboard. “I’m afraid we’ve run out of chamomile,” she added with an apologetic smile to Harry.
“Oh, normal tea’s fine, thanks.”
It was with a small shock of disappointment that he recalled that for so many years, the second he sat at this very table, he had been plied with what had seemed like mountains of food. He shook the feeling away, however, as his cup of tea landed on the table in front of him and Molly took a seat next to Arthur.
“Do you… That is, have you found anything else out? Do you know what’s happening with the case?”
There was a slight tremble to Molly’s voice that confirmed Harry’s suspicions of her nerves. He hadn’t really expected her to raise the subject straight away as she had, but he understood wanting to get it out of the way as soon as possible. Closing his eyes, he took a slow sip of his tea before responding.
“I’ve spoken to the lawyers and so has Draco. They’ve presented us both with what we can charge her with, but Kingsley won’t tell me anything about the Auror’s case against her. Since I’m no longer in the Corps, I can’t tell you anything about their case.” He knew he was stalling, delaying the moment he would have to disappoint them again. Bracing himself for their reactions, he took a deep breath. “They told me I could charge her with both attempted fraud as well as attempted assault with intent to cause mental harm under the potions clause. Both because of her trying to use that love potion on me. Draco also went to see them yesterday. He’s been given two options: grievous bodily harm with a dangerous weapon is what he has been recommended he charge her with, but he also has the option of grievous bodily harm with intent.” Harry had to pause there, as Molly let out a sound very much like a sob and buried her face in her hands. “I’m sorry, Molly, I truly am.”
“How long?” Her voice was barely above a whisper.
“About forty years all up with the lesser charge. If Draco chooses to go for grievous bodily harm with intent, though, she could be facing life. That’s without whatever the Auror Corps will charge her with as well. I’d say the least she’s looking at is sixty years.”
The words came out of him in a rush, as he had wanted to simply get it over with. Now that he was speaking about it, there was no point in delaying, after all.
“Do you think…” It was Arthur who spoke this time, but he trailed off the second Harry met his eyes. Glancing over to Molly, Arthur placed a hand gently on her shoulder before clearing his throat and starting again. “Do you think she actually intended to murder him?”
Wrapping his hands tightly around his cup, Harry stared down into the steaming liquid for a few seconds, trying to come up with an answer that wouldn’t traumatise either of them. His head snapped up when Molly spoke up again, however.
“You were there, Harry. You know exactly what happened. Kingsley has refused to tell us and we’re not allowed to go in and ask Ginny herself just yet. You are the only person who can tell us what actually happened that night.”
The memory of that night flashed through Harry’s mind, bringing with it all the pain he still associated with it. However, the pain had nothing to do with Ginny any longer: it was all centred solely on the fact that he could have lost Draco forever that night. The only feelings left for Ginny and what she had done were a sense of wanting revenge. He would never act on it, he knew, but it was there all the same. The look of pure hatred that had crossed Ginny’s face in the seconds before she had cast the curse towards Draco told Harry everything he needed to know to answer the question truthfully, but he was unsure if Molly and Arthur would want to know that their only daughter had tried to murder someone. Glancing between the two of them, he tried to decide exactly how much to tell them, but the decision was taken out of his hands.
“We want the full truth, Harry,” Arthur murmured, meeting Harry’s eyes with determination. “Please don’t sugar-coat this.”
Closing his eyes briefly, Harry took a deep breath and nodded. “I obviously can’t say what she was thinking, but I’d say she knew what she was doing. She knew who she was casting at and knew what she was casting. I saw the line of sight she had and there was no chance she had mistaken Draco for someone else. The lawyers have said that there is very little evidence to prove that she intended to kill Draco with those spells, which is why they’re recommending that Draco try for grievous bodily harm with a dangerous weapon rather than with intent. It’s much more likely that she will be convicted of the lesser charge because of the lack of true evidence.”
The only sound in the room after Harry stopped speaking were Molly’s quiet sniffles. Harry hung his head over his teacup again, guilt flooding through his veins. No matter what had happened over the past two months, Molly was still the closest thing he had had to a Mother and his chest ached with a combination of guilt and regret at causing her pain.
“Thank you.”
Harry’s head snapped up again. “What?”
Arthur offered up a sad smile. “Thank you. As painful as it is, we needed to know.”
He stood then and started to make his way into the living room. Harry automatically followed, figuring that he was being silently informed that their meeting was over. He glanced back to Molly one last time before leaving the room to see her wiping her eyes with a handkerchief. Her eyes fell to his hand as he placed his empty teacup back on the table and it was obvious that she had seen his lack of ring. Harry opened his mouth, but she held a hand up to stop him. She gave him a watery smile and shook her head, obviously indicating that she was alright. He returned her smile as he exited into the living room.
“Someone always ends up in tears whenever we get together these days, Harry.”
Rubbing a hand along the back of his neck, Harry sighed. “I know and I really don’t mean for it to happen. I…” He shook his head. “Things will get better after everything’s settled down again.”
They have to. I don’t think I could put up with living life like this permanently.
“I can only hope you’re right.”
Arthur clapped him on the back as he grabbed a pinch of floo powder. Harry nodded to him before he stepped through back into Grimmauld, finding himself quite thankful that the meeting was over.
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Wednesday morning found Draco waking up in his bed at Malfoy Manor alone. He knew it was necessary if he wanted to be up early enough to pick the potions ingredients that he had spent so long growing, but it was a strange sensation. It was much easier for Harry to get Lily up and off to school if she started the day at Grimmauld, as she didn’t have the opportunity to get distracted by peacocks, or Astoria, or by simply exploring the Manor. Waking alone also, technically, meant that Draco had no opportunity to allow himself to become distracted by Harry’s presence. Although, he found that what was actually happening was that he was becoming distracted by Harry’s absence rather than his presence.
He ran through the familiar motions of picking the ingredients on auto-pilot. He was so accustomed to the routine that he only really needed to properly concentrate for the difficult plants, the ones that required that he cut them in a particular way in order for them to be useful. Thankfully, there weren’t that many like that this time around, leaving him free to fantasise.
Drifting through his morning routine with thoughts of Harry crowding his mind, the time seemed to fly by. Of course, he knew that it was always easier to do something monotonous if his mind was occupied with something else and Harry was proving, once again, to be the perfect fantasy material. Draco was startled out of his thoughts by the sound of soft footsteps descending the stairs towards him.
“Take a seat, I’ll be there soon,” he murmured.
Silently cursing Astoria for interrupting him, Draco had to wonder exactly what it was that she could want with him this early in the morning. He was almost startled out of his skin when a pair of arms wrapped around his middle and a stubbly chin grazed against his neck.
“Do you dismiss everyone like that or am I a special case?”
Draco's breath shuddered through him as Harry’s lips brushed against his earlobe. The skin of his neck tingled where Harry’s breath had brushed past and he had to close his eyes to compose himself for a few seconds. He had not been expecting Harry this early and to have his fantasy of him interrupted by the real thing… He sighed softly.
“Oh, you’re a special case, Potter, just not in the way you want to be.”
He grinned when Harry let out what sounded very much like a growl in his ear. Draco tried to continue to slice the Venomous Tentacula leaf on the table in front of him, as he knew that it needed to be done by that afternoon or else it would be ruined, but Harry seemed to have other ideas. Moving on from rubbing his bristly chin against Draco's neck, he ran his lips across the back of Draco's neck, kissing and lightly sucking on his skin as he moved.
“Have I ever told you how fascinating your hands are?”
Draco couldn’t help the surprised snort of laughter that escaped him, thinking that Harry was joking. Of all the ridiculous things to become fixated on!
“No, seriously.” Harry slid his hands slowly down Draco's forearms and murmured a stasis charm over his work before grasping his wrists. “Look.”
Watching dubiously as Harry raised his hands, Draco focussed instead on the feeling of having Harry pressed so closely into his back. He was always so warm and solid that the sensation of having him so close never failed to send Draco's mind spinning with lust. Harry raised their entwined hands so Draco could see them clearly without having to duck his head.
“See the difference?” Dropping Draco's right hand, Harry held his own up against Draco's left in comparison. “They’re so elegant compared to mine…”
Draco stayed silent as Harry wriggled his fingers, joining their hands together. This kind of intimacy was still strange to him, after holding everyone at a distance for so long. He knew he was getting better at it, though, as he hadn’t felt the urge to push Harry away for a long time.
Harry didn’t leave their hands joined for long. Sliding his fingers slowly along Draco's hand, he trailed them down his wrist and hooked them under the cuff of his sleeve. His left hand left Draco's wrist and moved to wrap his arm around Draco's middle as he slowly pulled the sleeve upwards, revealing the scarred remains of the Dark Mark. It was impossible for Draco to prevent himself from stiffening: his spine straightened, his breathing became controlled and his stomach clenched. They had never yet made a single reference to this part of their shared history. Mostly, Draco figured, because it was poor form to remind his lover that he had once tried to trade him to a megalomaniacal killer in exchange for his family’s lives. The Mark itself had long since faded, only leaving an oddly-shaped scar that Draco always kept covered with long sleeves.
“Harry…”
“I’m sorry; I was curious. You’ve never really let me see it properly before.”
Draco let out a huff of a laugh. “I should think the reason behind that would be obvious.”
Harry’s only response was a soft hum as he dragged Draco's sleeve back down over the remains of the Mark. It seemed, however, that Draco's fingers and Mark weren’t the only things that fascinated Harry that morning. His hands trailed soft touches up and down Draco's body, pinching and stroking him through his clothing. Draco’s eyes slid closed automatically, allowing him to focus solely on the sensations Harry was sending through him. Little shocks of pleasure shot out from each spot Harry pinched or tweaked, each adding to the desire building inside him. Leaning back against Harry’s chest let Draco relax a little more and he could feel the slight tension that had entered his body slowly draining out to be replaced with yet more desire. It wasn’t until Harry pressed up against him properly, allowing him to feel his hard cock pressed against his arse, that Draco opened his eyes again.
“Turn around.”
Harry’s voice held so much command in it that Draco couldn’t help obeying. The level of desire in Harry’s eyes when Draco met them sent a shiver straight through him. Leaning forward, he captured Harry’s lips in a harsh kiss, biting down on his bottom lip until he opened for him. Harry tasted of chamomile tea again and Draco hummed in appreciation. Sliding his arms up and around Harry’s shoulders, he held him close as he felt his body reacting to the building levels of desire he was being assaulted with. He didn’t get to stay that way for long though, as Harry stepped back far enough to work his hand in-between them. Draco let out a soft moan and tried to pull back further as Harry’s fingers brushed against his hard cock, but was prevented by Harry’s free arm tightening around his waist.
“Stand still.”
Harry’s voice was rough, causing Draco to take a shaky breath. It didn’t escape him that Harry was throwing his own instructions from the day before back at him and he couldn’t help hoping that he wouldn’t be treated to the same kind of slow torture he had inflicted on Harry. As much as he liked giving that kind of pleasure, he had never truly liked being subjected to it himself. Thankfully, it seemed that Harry wasn’t of a mind to make him wait. Pressing close again as soon as he had freed Draco from his trousers, Harry circled both of their cocks in his lubed hand, stroking slowly. Draco's eyes closed again and he let his head fall forward onto Harry’s shoulder.
“Good?”
“Mmmnn…” Draco tried to scowl when Harry laughed at his incoherent response. “Faster.”
He spread his legs a little to make up for his slight height advantage as Harry complied. It still wasn’t fast enough for Draco's liking and he pressed closer, his fingers curling to grip onto Harry’s shoulders.
“Faster.”
“Patience is a virtue.”
Draco growled. “I’m not a virtuous man, Potter–”
He would have gone on, but Harry twisted his hand at that point, stealing his breath away. Still trying to speak as Harry’s hand stroked him, all Draco could really manage for the next few breaths was a series of huffs and groans as the tension slowly built inside him. His cock slid against Harry’s as Harry rocked forward and Draco gasped. It wasn’t enough and it was so frustrating. He needed more, he needed…
“Harry, please–”
Harry squeezed his hand, changing Draco's words to a groan. Leaning closer still, Draco rocked his hips, continuing the slide of their cocks together. The extra stimulation more than made up for the slower pace and he continued, pushing himself further on towards orgasm. Mercifully, it didn’t take Harry long to join him and Draco's head swam with desire when he finally increased his pace.
“Draco,” Harry whispered, drawing the vowels out slowly.
Groaning in response earned Draco a deep chuckle that vibrated through his chest. With the amount of desire rushing through him, he was beginning to not care what he sounded like, as long as he found some form of satisfaction soon. Forcing himself to raise his head from Harry’s shoulder, he pulled back far enough so he could slide his tongue into Harry’s mouth. The kiss was clumsy, with their noses bumping and Harry’s glasses pressing painfully into Draco's cheekbones, but he found he couldn’t care. It was one more point of stimulation he was receiving and that was all that mattered.
It wasn’t long before Harry was leaning too close, pressing Draco's arse into the edge of the table behind him. His hand was beginning to falter every now and then and little moans were escaping him with each breath. Draco broke the kiss and leant back, exposing his throat to Harry’s teeth. Harry took the invitation, biting down hard on Draco's collarbone.
“Fuck, Harry…. I – I…”
Draco's words faltered again as his stomach muscles clenched. He was so close, so very close… Forcibly unwrapping one arm from Harry’s shoulders, he slid it down so he could massage his swollen sac. His hips bucked, his breath came in short gasps and his muscles spasmed, forcing his orgasm out of him in hot spurts. Draco's mind went blank as he felt Harry tipping over the edge with him a few seconds later, groaning something that may have been Draco's name. They both slid to the floor in a sticky, panting mess when Harry’s legs gave way.
“Good morning.”
Draco smiled at the breathless sound of Harry’s voice. “It certainly is.”
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