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Thirsting Needs Answered	By : Hikaru_Hitachiin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10669 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer= I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of the characters. I just take them out for a spin now and again. I make no money from this story. Slash (eventually), story first. :P Sorry Lemon seekers. Cannon until the Battle of Hogwarts.

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The following week had been pretty hectic for the two males, though neither of them saw one another. Draco had been running the company ever since the last time that no one saw his father return, though most people presumed he was dead. Through this fact Draco received title as the lord of the manor; he didn't want the title, for he knew his father was still out there, but he was hiding. Death Eaters were still seen but in hiding, shadows in the trees around towns. There were always whispers that maybe he was following in the footsteps of his father, no one really knows the real Draco Malfoy. The one who supported none of Lucius Malfoy's actions was his son, he had fought against all his orders, he had the marks to prove it; physical, mental and emotional. Draco never told his father he would never marry to follow his bloodline because he didn't feel like he'd ever put his children though Lucius' teachings. Even no he saw people from school already having kids, and maybe second kids, and he loved seeing their pudgy fingers and fat little cheeks, it nearly made him crave a companion who could give him the kids he so wanted. But he knew better, his father was still out there, just waiting, hiding, anticipating; Draco refused to give his father what he wanted.

For now the young Malfoy did what he could to purge himself of all the bad he did during the war against Shadows and Light. Long artistic fingers tapped the keys on the piano in the second study, he wasn't playing anything written in front of him, he was just caught in his own thoughts of what has transpired in the last few weeks. It was as if his emotions over the past week had entered into the keys that he was touching elegantly playing a beautiful tune that he'd probably never remember after he was done musing. The notes echoed through the many wards in the manor, it covered the faint scoffing of a limping heel that walked through the hallway towards the study. The notes rang for more than five minutes after the footsteps had stalled, a shadowed lithe man leaned against the doorframe to the entrance of the study. A tired sigh followed a long deep note on the piano as Draco closed his eyes and the overwhelming tiredness overcame him for a moment. He had been having tired spats for the past week, long fingers moved to rub over his eyes showing exactly how tired he was.

"Long days, I presume then." the Figure finally spoke, Draco's shoulders barely moved to show he was startled. In this house it was always something talking out of the shadows, and growing up in it caused the people around the manor to grow less and less startled at random noises. There was a faint scuffing as the tall thin man walked into the light looking down at where Draco sat.

"I Hadn't expected you for another few hours." Malfoy spoke in the best business tone he could muster, but there was a twinge of a smile when his grey eyes met with those of melting chocolate brown eyes.

"I came early, one of your house elves showed me the way. I figured I'd wait til you were done with your music. What were you playing? I haven't heard you play like that since you were trying to fix the vanishing cabinet." Blaise spoke in a curious voice, he was limping slightly, but he had ever since the war. He wouldn't tell anyone what happened, but it wasn't necessary. Those who were still in Hogwarts during the war were less prepared, and many had fallen. So most of those only did community service, and they were set free to live their lives, and no one was asked what happened once they were done with their trials.

"Ah, yes, I see. I did instruct them to bring you to me when you arrived. Would you care for something to have dinner early then?" Draco asked, he had a cool composure about him when he stood. He was increasingly put off that the elves let Blaise enter and listen to him play without announcing his arrival, even more so that the wards hadn't let him know there was an guest; invited or not that was what the wards were for. Putting the guard down for the keys so that they didn't get dusty. Making a small memo to ask one of the elves to re-dust and tune it, it seemed slightly off on a couple of keys. Blaise waved a hand in motion of 'do what ever you like.' Shrugging off the other male as if he hadn't been there, walking out of the room with his piano, he walked down to the study that did most of his meetings.

"Blaise, you've not been by in so many months, where have you disappeared to?" Draco asked coolly, trying to be social able. Harder said than done, cause he knew what Blaise had been in before the fall of the dark lord. Draco knew he had no right to judge, he had been in neck deep during the war. Long pale fingers trembled slightly as he reached out for the door pushing it open, silver eyes glared at the faint tremor. Weakness was not a Malfoy trait; it is why the stood next to the dark lord, terrified of his wrath or not.

"Should I come back another time, Draco, you seem tired. Assuming from that piano playing, not a good kind of tired." Blaise stated a manner that had hidden meaning behind the words he spoke. Draco instantly sneered with his back towards his old friend, he was bringing up that he wasn't married or hadn't been part of a couple since Hogwarts.

"I've had more on my plate than normal." A cool response from the blonde, as he opened the door. He'd been tired ever since dealing with Harry Potter a week ago. It was unnerving he gave that box to him, Harry had looked at it like it was Pandora's box. Draco wasn't even sure if he would open it, and if he would, would something escape that he would never be able to return to it? Draco shook the thoughts from his mind as a house elf appeared in front of him, a formal looking wrinkled elf. With old scars and twisted ears, she didn't wear rags or bandages where she punished herself, in reality she wore the finest fabric Draco could afford and the small tux with small ruffles at the end of the sleeves, to let everyone know the elf was a she, fit her perfectly.

"Master Malfoy, Master Zabini, your dinners are ready and are in the dinning room." He bowed slowly and rather low to the ground. Draco thought that his nose must have brushed the ground when he did there, and wondered if it was truly necessary for them to bow to him.

"We'll take them in here, Daizy." He said gently at the house elf. The house elfs pale eyes looked up at her master with faint fear, but she held her head up as she spoke.

"Master, I was named Nooby by the former master Malfoy, sir." Her shoulders came up and she looked around for something to hit herself with to punish herself for speaking to her master in such a manner. Blaise also looked like he was about to raise his hand against the defenseless elf.

"Daizy is a much prettier name." Draco said in a even tone, a hand moved on the top of her shoulder. "You are a very pretty House elf, and to keep up appearances of the Malfoy name, we need to have names that establish themselves as Beautiful and, maybe even slightly, vain. You must start referring to yourself as Daizy, as the new Master Malfoy has told you Daizy. Now please bring our food, and don't punish yourself or ruin that lovely tux in any way before or after you do that." He waved his hand to dismiss the elf, who nodded and promptly disappeared.

“You didn’t punish her. You’ve grown, and changed, Malfoy.” Blaise used a tone on Draco that his father would have been so proud of, a tone that Lucius would have loved Draco to inherit. Blaise’s chocolate eyes had gone cold and distant as he realized that he wasn’t talking anymore to Lucius prodigy.

Lightening silver eyes turned to meet cold chocolate eyes before the blonde spoke to his oldest friends, “We all had to change after the war, Zabini.” Draco nearly sneered when he said the words, but was able to speak neutrally through them.

“But a Malfoy…Dressing his elves, talking nicely to his servants. I never thought I would see the day.” Blaise spoke in a more warm tone as he realized that Draco Malfoy hadn’t been taken over or put under the imperious curse. Instead he realized that they all had to be a chameleon in some way or manner to fit into the new wizarding world.

The blonde male shrugged as he sat down, it was an elegant gesture, he knew for a fact that Blaise was only talking to him normally once more because he thought that the part of the old Draco Malfoy was hidden deep underneath the smog of Ministry Law that was always watching. “I need others to see that the past is just that, and that people can change drastically to fit into the criteria of wizarding living. Maybe not all of us are capable of not being evil, but some of us who realize what happened during the war was pushed upon us without choice.” His voice trailed off for a briefest of moments as Daizy set their plates of food on the desk in front of him.

“Daizy brought your dinners, Masters. Can Daizy get you anything else?” The elf stood to the side of the desk looking between the two men expectantly. No matter what he did, Draco couldn’t seem to get the elves to stop talking about themselves in third person. He held classes, gave them books to read. Nothing seemed to work. Draco sighed gently shaking his head at the elf.

“No that will be it, Daizy, thank you.” The elf bowed low, in the middle of the bow she vanished from the room. The night went according to exactly how Draco had wanted it to go to begin with, the two had drank more than a pint of fire whiskey between them. The drunken laughter echoed the study, the food went nearly completely untouched because the two were so enthralled in their comparison of the war and what was the worst part of it.

There was a small alarm echoed the room, Draco was suddenly at the door, wand at the ready. Blaise looked utterly confused, at the suddenness of the alertness of the other. Standing on his faint stumbling feet, Blaise made his way beside Draco. “Wards alarm.” The blonde murmured in a hushed voice. The brunette instantly stood to attention leaning down to grab his wand from his ankle band, chocolate eyes were alert as the moved around the room.

“We should move out of this room. It is too confined.” Blaise whispered to Malfoy as he slipped out of the door and quickly down the hall, careful to keep in the shadows. There was a figure that had apparated into the apparating area, and had walked through the wards. They were up, but they weren’t stopping people to enter the manor’s property because Blaise would have to leave at some point.

Draco followed Blaise quickly getting in front of him, so that he could see who it was before Blaise hexed their arm off or worse killed them. Even if he didn’t mean to, one wrong hex in this house they could fall onto the marble floor and could seriously injure someone; intruder or not Draco couldn’t have a death on his property.

“Don’t throw any spells until I saw so.” Draco warned Blaise right before they saw the shadow of the intruder entering the house.

“Malfoy Stop hiding, I see you there. I’m not here to trespass, nor am I here to harm you.” the gruff voice echoed through the entrance hall of Malfoy Manor. Draco Malfoy’s shoulders seemed to relax his wand was still at the ready. “Put down your wand, Mister Malfoy.” Growled the voice.

“Shacklebolt..”

“Minister.” Blaise murmured after Draco almost to remind Draco who he was talking to.

“Right, Minister. What can I do for you.?” Draco stood straighter, waving his wand so that all the lights were on, and were on high to show Shacklebolts features. The Minister of Magic handed Draco a newpaper with a headline reading Vampire Rogues run free in Romania. “Your point?” Malfoy hid his emotions easily at the headline.
“I’d like it if you and a few others would mind going an investigate your properties to make sure they aren’t hiding in purebloods other properties. I don’t want this to get out anymore than this. A few wizards have come to St. Mungos with Headaches, and noticed them after going to a few clubs in that area.” The minister said in an authoritive manner, as if it wasn’t really a question, or a favor, it was necessary.

“What makes you think I’d do anything for the Ministry?” Draco’s blonde eyebrows rose further into his forhead in a questioning manner. “What has the ministry done for me?”

“Other than keep you out of Azkaban, Mister Malfoy.” Shacklebolt growled pointing a finger at Draco. “You will do this, or I will go through the law to do it myself. I’d rather not have that in the headlines, but I will if I have to.” The minister walked out of the entrance leaving Draco standing there glaring after him. He didn’t have a choice to do what the Ministry demanded.

And Draco didn’t like being on a leash.
Due to certain circumstances, aka My brother coming to visit, and my fiancee, I may be slow to update. I have chapter five nearly done. I will try to get it done by the third. so you have this chapter and a next to read. I'm not going to stop writing this story, I have a ton of things planned. -taps forhead- just you wait. I love writing too much to stop.
I Do hope you enjoyed the Draco chapter..it took me the longest to write cause I don't know Blaise as well as the main characters obviously. I tried to get him as close as I could. :) Let me know what you thought.
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