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When Two Are One	By : rachxoxo Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5198 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-**UPDATE**
- 12-Eleven
- 13-Twelve
- 14-Thirteen
- 15-Fourteen
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Even after all the times he�d worn it in the past few months the olive colored tweed suit still made his arms itch. He�d attempted numerous times to spell the fabric smoother, all his work in vain. Balancing the flower arrangement he bought in a Muggle florist shop on the walk from the train station in one hand and trying to scratch at his leg with the other, Harry made his way around the impressive grounds of Malfoy Manor for the second time in as many days. He chose a melody of roses. Blue, burgundy, light pink and white roses wove in and out of each other, set off by leaves of eucalyptus and the dark green ribbon that held the arrangement in place. A small card with the words �My Deepest Sympathy� scribbled with his signature hung down from the ends of the ribbon. He was sure what to expect as he rounded the corner to the expansive gardens. Rows and rows of chairs set up, overflowing with mourners. A picture of the decedent propped up next to an altar. The sounds of weeping. He was surprised to find the scenery he had now accompanied with a funeral was all missing. The garden looked in fact the same as it had two days before. Butterflies fluttered from flower to flower, completely unaware of the grief of the gardeners. Harry almost though he might have imagined the whole thing when the willowy figure of a woman appeared in shadows over the grass.

�Harry Potter?� the voice asked and stated at the same time.

Harry turned around to find Narcissa Malfoy standing before him. Her hair was swept from her face and pinned back in an ornate barrette. A creamy white velvet dress hung from her body like a curtain. One would say that she looked quite angelic.

�Um�I�m sorry for your loss� Harry said, thrusting the flowers into her hands.

�Lucius� favorite. Roses. He spent hours a day pruning his prized blood roses, making sure that every dead leave was shed from their clutches. Thank you very much.� Narcissa said, breathing in the scent.

Harry stood awkwardly, feeling like his shoes were suddenly ten sizes smaller.

�We�re holding the memorial inside. It looks like rain� Narcissa said in a dreamy tone that reminded him of Luna.

Harry looked to the skies and missed the blonde�s summoning of him into her home. He caught up with her halfway down a dimly lit corridor lined with paintings that were of the Malfoys that had inhabited the manor for ages. He glanced into one of the rooms and recognized it as the one in which Hermione was tortured. Narcissa caught him looking upon it and with a flourish of her wand the doors wrenched closed. The room they finally arrived in appeared to be a study of sorts. Books trickled down from the ceiling to the floor. A large, dark wooden desk was wedged into the corner and there were several black leather arm chairs scattered throughout the room. Narcissa set the flower arrangement down on the desk next to another and motioned for Harry to have a seat. He sat quietly for a few moments before the blonde woman pierced the silence.

�I didn�t expect anyone to show up really. The Minister was here briefly, but he is very busy with the case. Those are from him,� she said, pointing to the other arrangement that sat on the desk. It was far more colorful than Harry�s and the flowers draped over the sides. �Lovely man, Kingsley Shacklebolt. He granted me a full pardon last evening.�

There was a loud ringing throughout the house.

�Will you excuse me, Harry?� she said, standing. �Draco is around here somewhere. Just gone off to find some wine from the cellar. Please feel free to have a look around. There are no secrets hidden from you in the Malfoy house any longer.�

She swept out of the room airily, leaving Harry with only the sounds of the grandfather clock near the fireplace to keep him company. He had tapped out a rather erratic tune on the leather seat before he stood up to admire the interior of the room he inhabited. Two small pictures laid in frames on the end table next to a marble bust of Abraxas Malfoy. One was of a younger blonde woman with bright blue eyes, swinging back and forth on a wooden tree swing. The other was of a small blonde boy, giggling as a snake slithered on the ground before him. Harry smiled to himself as he became aware of the identity of those in the pictures.

�That was my first pet. I believe I received him as a gift on my fourth birthday. I named him Slithers. Blew him up when I was eight. Accidentally, of course.� Draco said with a laugh.

Harry turned himself around to see the sitting form of Draco, wearing a suit in an identical color to his mother�s dress.

�I launched a snake on my fat cousin and his asshole friend at the zoo once. I can still see my cousin�s screaming face if I close my eyes. Priceless.� he mused, setting the picture down.

Draco made a face of utter distaste as Harry sat down on the armchair next to him.

�Who�d you lose the bet to on this one, Potter?� Draco said, lifting one of the sleeves of the offending article of clothing.

�Bugger off. This is the only suit I own unfortunately. Mrs. Weasley picked it out for me before Fred�s funeral.�

�Does Mama Weasley do all your shopping for you? Make sure she picks you out knickers that don�t make your balls chafe?� Draco said, smirking at his joke.

�No,� Harry said, frustrated. �I was taking forever in the shop and instead of trying on loads more of them, she picked this one for me. Said it went nice with my eyes or something like that.�

Draco looked from the drab suit to Harry�s dewy beryl eyes. �Detracts from them really.� he said, straightening the brunette�s beige tie.

Harry stared over at the blonde in befuddlement. He took it upon himself to rearrange the tie back to its previous state. Draco stood up and sauntered over to the desk, reading the card that accompanied Kingsley�s bouquet.

�My deepest regrets for you in your time of loss� Draco mocked, throwing the card down.

He ran a pale finger over the petals of one of the blue roses in Harry�s arrangement.

�Did you pick these colors?� he asked, continuing to rub the surface of the petal.

�Yes. They were the nicest flowers in the shop. Why?� Harry asked, suddenly at Draco�s side.

�This blue one means mystery. Blue roses are very rare. Burgundy,� he said, placing his fingers under the blossoming flower. �Means beauty. Light pink is for sympathy. And white,� he continued in an almost seductive tone. �Innocence and purity�. He licked his lips and stood again, his face mere inches from Harry�s. Leaning forward, Harry caught a whiff of a scent that could only be described as Draco. Lavender with a hint of sandalwood. Feeling uncomfortable at the distance closing between the two of them, Harry stiffened, his feet planting themselves to the floor. Draco was so close to him now that he could feel his warm breath flitting over his neck. With one swift movement Draco grabbed the tail of Harry�s tie and pulled it to the left, brushing off the shoulders of the rough suit jacket. He winked and plopped down into the armchair.

Down the hallway there was a loud shriek that roused him from his lounging position. He grabbed onto Harry�s shoulder�s and stayed behind as Harry�s wand made it around the doorframe.

Narcissa was in the middle of the hallway, hugging the woman that was the spitting image of Bellatrix Lestrange. The soft cooing of a baby could be heard over the sobs of joy. Or was it sadness?

�Oh, Dromie, I�m so sorry�I�ve missed you so much. I�ve been�horrible, horrible sister. How can you ever forgive me?� Narcissa cried.

�We can�t do anything about the past, we can only forge on into the future.� Andromeda said, wiping tears of her own from her eyes.

Draco was taking steps backwards, nearly knocking over a vase in the process.

�No, no Draco, it�s not Bella back from the great beyond. Draco, this is my sister, Andromeda. Your aunt whom your father�your aunt� Narcissa said, taking the squirming baby from her sisters arms.

Andromeda inched forward, patting Harry on the shoulder as she made her way to her nephew.

�I know it�s frightening, isn�t it? I look so much like your Aunt Bellatrix. But you�ll notice once I�m closer that I�m not like her at all.�

Draco allowed the woman to stop in front of him. In the light the hair that looked jet black and daunting softened to a dark brown flecked in grey. The eyes that appeared black and beady changed to a light, shimmering brown. The smile that curled up on the woman�s face wasn�t the menacing one he�d come to expect from the other one that looked so like her, but a warm, inviting one. Andromeda held her hand out for the young man to shake. Draco cautiously took the hand and noted it�s warmth. He immediately felt a sort of peace wash over him. His aunt smiled at him appreciatively and pulled him into an embrace.

�So handsome. I�ve seen pictures of you in the paper, but none of them do you justice. You look just like your mother. Except your eyes. You�ve got your father�s eyes.�

Harry had pushed himself back into the room he had just exited. This was a private family moment and he didn�t want to intrude on it.

Baby Teddy gave a good natured yelp and Narcissa squealed in delight.

�This is your second cousin, Teddy Lupin. He�s the child of your former professor, Remus Lupin and the cousin that you�ve never met��

�Nymphadora. I�d seen her around Hogwarts in my sixth year. Muddy brown hair, always knocking things over. Why does his hair keep changing color?� Draco asked as Teddy�s hair changed from magenta to orange and back to magenta.

�He�s a Metamorphmagus like Dora. Doesn�t take after his father in the werewolf department, though he does seem to enjoy staring out at the moon at night. Would you like to hold him?� Andromeda asked.

Draco groaned and looked around for the now absent Harry. Narcissa handed the baby gingerly over to her son, being sure that he cradled the baby�s head with his hand. Teddy looked up at Draco with big hazel eyes, moving his lips as if he were ready to speak. Instead he looked into the grey eyes that were usually cold and distant but became more human gazing back into the face of the infant. Harry caught sight of this from his doorway refuge and tilted his head against the doorframe.

�There you are, Harry. I worried that maybe you fell into one of the trapdoors. I do hope you�ve sealed them all off, Draco� Narcissa said, prodding her foot into the floor.

�Yes, mother, I took care of them this morning. There are a few I�m not sure of, but the only one who knows where every niche in this house is�� Draco said, stopping himself before mentioning his father.

�Do you boys mind keeping an eye on Teddy while Narcissa and I talk?� Andromeda said, handing off the diaper bag to Harry.

Draco raised his voice to protest but was silenced when his mother took her sister by the hand and led her off to one of the many sitting rooms. He groaned as Harry ushered them back into the study.

�It keeps looking at me and making all these gurgling noises.�

�It is your cousin and it has a name, Malfoy� Harry said, taking the baby off his hands.

Draco inspected himself for any traces of baby dribble and sat on the arm of one of the couches.

�He�s getting sleepy� Harry said, laying the bundled up baby on one of the larger armchairs.

�Sleepy?� Draco laughed.

Harry shot him a look and cast a protection charm over the baby so that in the event he rolled, he wouldn�t meet the hard wood floor with his not yet completely formed head. Draco placed a finger over his lips and waved him from the room.

He followed the blonde up three sets of stairs before they stopped in front of a towering black door. Draco muttered something in what sounded to Harry like Russian and the door swung open.

Draco�s bedroom was not unlike any other teenage male�s bedroom in the respect that posters and banners pledging allegiance to Slytherin house and various Quidditch teams were plastered to the wall. The sheer size of the room, though, was unusual, taking up the amount of space of the entire Gryffindor common room. A silver four poster bed with green curtains spilling over it sprawled out in the center of the room. A set of sheer black curtains with the Malfoy family emblem emblazoned on them shielded the French doors that led off to a small balcony. The door to the huge walk-in closet stood ajar, clothes littering the bottom of it. Harry failed to notice the glass of wine being nudged into his hands and narrowly missed dropping it. Draco had walked over to the window and pulled open the curtain, shaking his head at the falling rain.

�Typical that it would rain on the day my father was buried.� he mused, sipping at the burgundy liquid.

�He�s already been buried then?� Harry asked, as Draco sat down at the foot of his bed.

�Yes, Harry. You didn�t think my mother would let something as foul as a coffin laying around in this house for too long, did you?�

Harry rolled his eyes and took a swig of the wine. It burned his throat on the way down, much like firewhisky. This was certainly no ordinary wine.

�You can come over here, you know. My beds not going to swallow you up and land you in some parallel dimension where a giant sand worm will chase you for eternity�

Harry lowered himself to the bed stealthily. The roughness of his suit clashed with the smoothness of the silk bed coverings.

�Gah, that suit smells like a fucking corpse.� Draco said, throwing himself back on the bed.

Holding his glass between his knees, Harry removed the jacket and tossed it to the floor.

�Happy?�

Draco sat back up and sniffed. �A little better.� he said, laying back down.

Harry ran his finger around the rim of his glass a few times.

�And why is your hair so goddamn messy all the time? I feel like I�m laying downwind from a hedgehog.�

�Is there anything about me that you aren�t able to tear apart?� Harry said, glancing over his shoulder.

�I don�t know. I suppose if I knew you better I�d find more things that bothered me.� Draco mused, tipping his head up to sip of his wine.

�What would you like to know?�

Draco slid off the bed and placed his glass on his nightstand while he removed his suit jacket. It joined the pile of clothes at the bottom of his closet. The shoes were the next to go, followed by the tie. All the while Harry�s eyes followed him as he paced in front of the closet. �That�s a very dangerous invitation for me, you know that, right?�

�What have I got to lose? It�s not like you have your little band of cronies to go brag to anymore.�

Harry regretted this statement as soon as it slipped past his lips. Draco�s face twisted up in a scowl that hid the pain beneath it.

�Sorry� Harry mumbled, looking to the bottom of his glass.

�No need to be. You�re right. I can count on not one friend that I�ve obtained throughout the years to listen to anything I have to say anymore.� Draco said, refilling their glasses.

�What happened to Goyle? He seemed content to continue following after you at Snape�s funeral.�

�Goyle has gone mad with grief at Crabbe�s fiery death and refuses to leave the comfort of his room. They were lovers, you know.�

Harry almost spit all over himself. Draco nodded.

�Didn�t believe it myself until I saw the two of them snogging after the Yule Ball. Quite sickening, actually� he said, shuddering.

�Okay�um�Blaise Zabini.� Harry suggested.

�Zabini is more of a bloody prick than I could ever aspire to be. If I am in a room with him for more than five seconds I feel the strong urge to choke him. Always bragging about how much money his mother gets when her dear husbands suddenly drop dead. Next!�

Draco sat against the frame of the bed and stretched his legs out towards the pillows.

�Pansy. Erm�that�s right, you�re pissed at her for cheating on you.�

�I lied about that.� Draco admitted.

�So she didn�t cheat on you?�

�No, Pansy and I have never been an item. I was thoroughly disgusted by her willingness to offer you up on a plate to Voldemort and she has been supplicating for my pity ever since.� Draco drawled, draining his second glass and going for a third.

�Why the hell didn�t you just tell me that the other day instead of making up a story?� Harry said, dangling his glass in front of Draco to refill it.

�Isn�t it me who is to be asking the questions?�

�Nice of you to finally notice that.� Harry said, laughing.

Draco looked at him over the rim of his glass and laughed with him.

�Okay, change of subject. How is your mother dealing with everything?�

The smile on Draco�s face faded gracefully, falling into a look of sorrow.

�She�s putting up a good front, but I know she�s hurting. As soon as she arrived home last night she holed herself up in their bedroom and didn�t come out until morning. Her eyes were red and puffy even though she smiled when she came into my room and her breath was uneven when she was discussing her plans for the funeral. She wanted his body placed in a silk lined casket and added to the field where the rest of the Malfoy family rest eternally. Then she wanted all that knew my father to join us in the garden to remember his life. You see how that turned out.� Draco said lowly. �I knew that no one would come to eulogize the life of a man that more than half of the wizard community despised. Mother was still hopeful, even when the rain clouds started rolling in. And then I saw you standing there with her from my bedroom window. You, who hated my father just as much if not more than I, holding an arrangement of flowers that clearly came from a Muggle florist, coming to pay homage. Why�d you come here today, Harry?� His voice had softened to a near whisper.

Harry placed his glass on the floor and turned to face Draco more fully.

�I�ve been to more funerals and memorials in the past few months than I thought I�d ever attend in my whole life. Most of the people that walked amongst me were ones I�d never seen in my life. I felt compelled to be there, to offer apology for my action�s not materializing sooner. For my friends, I was there because I grieved along with them for their losses�our losses. When I saw the paper last night, I knew I had to come here today because you need a friend to lean on even if you�re opposed to it. But now that I have found that your relationship with your father wasn�t as loving as I perceived it, I may have over stepped my bounds.� he sighed.

He bent over to pick up his suit jacket when he felt a hand grasp onto his shoulder and squeeze it.

�Stay.�

A/N: An odd way to finish a chapter, right? I had to do it!

Okay, so I know there are still plenty of unanswered questions. I�ll be getting to them in due time.

If the plot faeries continue to visit me as they have the past two days, I should be able to update at least every two days, or more.

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