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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!

Following the sound of slightly panicked-sounding shrieks coming from somewhere in the Manor grounds, Draco's nerves jumped. He had been wary of having all four children stay at the Manor the entire weekend, but Harry had dismissed his worries, stating matter-of-factly that they would get used to each other. If he had to be honest, then right at that moment, it sounded more like someone was being murdered in his backyard than anything else. The shrieks he could hear weren’t high-pitched enough to be Lily’s, but that was all the information he could garner from the noise alone. His steps lengthened as he followed the path that led down past his two greenhouses towards the peacock enclosure. He took a deep breath as he rounded the corner into an open area, hoping that there had been no bloodshed.
“Finally! Dad, grab a broom and come play.”
Draco blinked in astonishment at the sight before him. Scorpius had obviously broken into the shed that they kept the Quidditch equipment in and had distributed it between himself, Albus and James. Lily was sitting off to the side, looking grumpy, clearly having been left out of the fun. He cleared his throat before responding.
“Where did you get those brooms?”
“In the shed,” Scorpius responded, sounding as though he thought Draco had suddenly lost all sense. “You never tell me no and James said his Uncle George taught him to pick the lock the Muggle way, so we’ve been playing. But we’re uneven. We need a fourth.”
A dramatic sigh from the sidelines had Draco struggling not to smile. As girly as she was at times, Draco got the feeling that Lily was under the impression she could kick all three of the boy’s arses, given the chance. A quick glance over to where James stood just behind Albus told Draco everything he needed to know. James was not going to hide the fact that he had been the one to break into the shed and was staring Draco down with a defiant look in his eyes that Draco had only ever seen on Harry before that. Having come prepared, just in case, he turned towards Lily.
“Lily–”
“But she’s a girl!”
Draco turned a raised eyebrow to Albus, shutting him up quite effectively. He cleared his throat as he turned back to Lily. “Lily, here’s the key to the peacock enclosure. Please try not to let them out.”
The smile Lily offered up was bright enough to light up the entire Manor if it had any power behind it. She stood and raced over to him, throwing her arms around his middle before grabbing the key.
“Thank you!”
Draco watched her go before returning his attention to the boys. Scorpius was grinning at him, Albus looked slightly shamed, but James was now feigning disinterest. It had always been obvious to Draco that James would be the difficult one out of all four of their children, but perhaps Quidditch could be some kind of common ground? He knew he had to at least try to get to know the young man, if his relationship with Harry was to last. Or, at the very least, strike a truce where James wasn’t always hostile towards him. Returning his attention to Scorpius, Draco allowed himself to smile.
“You require a fourth?”
“You play?”
It was Albus who had voiced the question and Draco tilted his head to the side, considering how to respond. ‘I was on the school team because your Father has the finest arse I have ever seen’ was obviously an inappropriate response, but it was so close to the truth that Draco was hard-pressed to come up with another answer.
“Yeah, of course he does! Dad was the Slytherin Seeker at Hogwarts, just like I’m going to be.”
“I play a little,” Draco amended. There was absolutely no point in claiming to be good any longer as, for years now, his only opponent had been Scorpius. “It’s been a while since I had anyone to play against other than Scorp here, though.”
Scorpius was still grinning at him as Draco moved over to collect a spare broom from the shed. It was entirely possible that he would wind up regretting agreeing to this, as it had been such a long time since he had had any kind of real physical challenge, but why should he turn it down? This was an opportunity to both get to know Albus and James, as well as to maybe prove to James that he wasn’t quite as bad as had been made out. He would be a fool to pass up an opportunity like this when it was being offered by the children in question rather than being forced on them by him and Harry.
“Alright then; Potter versus Malfoy. Let’s go!”
Draco cocked an eyebrow at Scorpius, but said nothing. All three boys jumped on their brooms and began zooming around the clearing, which was a little smaller than a regulation size Quidditch pitch. Mounting his broom and kicking off into the sky, Draco smiled. The last time he had flown against anyone other than Scorpius had been a pickup game against Blaise years ago before they had both been distracted by having families and jobs and adult lives. Closing his eyes as the cold air whipped against his face, Draco found himself relaxing completely. The freedom of flying was something he truly missed from his youth and the times he played against Scorp were some of the best memories he had. If he was lucky enough, maybe playing against Harry’s sons would be added to those memories.
“C’mon, Al! Grab the Quaffle and let’s play.”
Draco's eyes flew open to realise that Scorpius was floating just in front of him with James and Albus on the opposite end of the field, obviously having assumed that the goals were behind them and Draco. He hung back for the first few plays, seeing what kind of game the boys were playing and was thankful that they seemed to not be playing as rough as he and Blaise had in pickup games. Scorpius shot him a few looks before he swooped in to catch the Quaffle before it hit the ground.
“About time,” Scorpius muttered to him as he flew up behind. “They’re not delicate, Dad; you’re not going to hurt them. Just play, it’ll be fine.”
Rolling his eyes, Draco had to wonder when Scorpius had turned into Astoria. Her habit of giving unwanted advice seemed to have rubbed off on their son over the years. He shook his head and dove into the game. He could wonder about Astoria and Scorpius when he was on flat ground again.
It turned out that both James and Albus were quite good fliers. James’ technique was much better suited to a Quidditch player and Draco had no doubt that he would make the Gryffindor team. He flew with the kind of precision Harry had back in school when Draco had been convinced that in order to be a better flier, all he needed was a better broom. Draco himself had had the reflexes of a Seeker, but Harry had had the raw, natural talent. As much as it pained him to admit, so did the Weaselette. It seemed to him that James had inherited the best parts of both his parent’s talents and would turn out to be a brilliant player. Albus, while a good flier, didn’t have the same kind of eye or talent as his brother. Draco would have given him a Beater’s bat and allowed him free rein if he had been the one to place him on a team. Beaters required neither the reflexes of a Seeker nor the coordination of a Keeper or Chaser; the only requirement was the ability to fly and swing the bat.
Swooping around the field, ducking under outstretched arms, tossing the Quaffle to Scorpius and trying to catch it mid-toss between Albus and James was so much more entertaining than Draco could have expected it to be. He landed mid-session to rid himself of his robes, stripping down to his white shirt, black vest and black trousers. Of course, he kept a close eye on each of the boys to make sure none of them got too rough. Albus seemed to get frustrated quickly, as both Scorpius and James were better players than he was and Draco unconsciously pulled his own game back a little to adjust. He let shots get through, allowed Albus to outfly him occasionally and even dropped the Quaffle once on a particularly hard catch that allowed Albus to score against them. Scorpius shot him a look at that one, but Draco merely shrugged in response. As much as he loved to win, he knew that getting along with these two boys was so much more important than his own desire to win a game.
James and Scorpius took most of the game into their own hands, flying around Draco and Albus as though they had been born in the air. It seemed to slip Draco's mind that he was playing three boys who were yet to reach their teenage years, as there was quite a few times when they outplayed him without his allowing it.
Scorpius zoomed down and under Draco, throwing the Quaffle over his shoulder for him to catch and toss towards the goal. The cheer Scorpius let out when Draco scored had Draco grinning and James and Albus cheerfully yelling taunts at Scorpius. Draco had yet to be included in their teasing, so it was with quite a bit of shock that he heard James informing him that at his age he really should be wearing glasses to see the Quaffle better. Scorpius nearly fell of his broom laughing at that one and the game slowed for a few seconds, but it picked up again soon.
Albus retrieved the Quaffle and restarted the game, throwing it to James almost straight away. James was riding one of the faster brooms Draco owned and that made it a little difficult to follow him if you were moving yourself. Slowing down to an almost stop, Draco watched as Scorpius chased James around the field. Both boys were laughing as they sped around the field, completely ignoring Draco and Albus. Catching Albus’ eye, Draco raised an eyebrow and Albus shrugged. Deciding to let Scorpius and James have their fun, Draco floated down closer to the ground, simply watching them play. Albus copied him, landing on the ground near where Draco hovered.
“Did you play against Dad like this?”
Draco shook his head, his eyes still on the two above him. “We played against each other, but on the school teams only.”
“You never snuck out of the dorms to play?”
That grabbed Draco's attention. Floating down to the ground near Albus, Draco leant on his broom so he could catch his breath.
“Not to play Quidditch, no.” Realising just how that sounded, Draco quickly cleared his throat and tried again. “We were in different Houses, so most of my sneaking out was done with my friends Pansy and Blaise. We went to the kitchens and up to the Astronomy Tower and sometimes, as much as I hate to admit it, to the library to study when we got desperate.”
Albus eyed him sceptically. “You snuck out of the Slytherin dorm to go study?”
“Thinking of trying to sneak out yourself?”
“I – er–”
Albus ducked his head, a blush spreading across his cheeks. It was more telling to Draco than if Albus had actually admitted to sneaking out.
“Your Father snuck out a lot as well, you know. So did your Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron and probably your Uncle George as well.” He could see Albus watching him from beneath his eyelashes and had to wonder what he had been up to. “As long as you’re not doing anything dangerous like your Father did, I don’t really see a problem.”
“Hagrid had to get rid of Fluffy and Norbert, so I don’t think I could get into the same kind of trouble Dad did.”
Draco grinned, unable to prevent it. He was about to respond when a shriek from above them distracted him. He had the broom mounted and was on his way in the direction of the sound before he had even registered that one of the boys was in trouble. Reaching out, he grabbed an armful of child as one of the brooms careened towards him. Holding the boy close, he guided them both down to the ground, landing slightly harder than he knew he should have.
“James!”
Albus rushed up to them as Draco released his death grip on James, but kept hold of his arm in case. Draco's heart was thudding in his ears loud enough that he thought it lucky that he had even heard Albus’ shriek, but he kept his focus on James. Running his eyes over him told him there were no immediate injuries that needed attention.
“James, look at me.” Lighting the tip of his wand, Draco shone the light in James’ eyes, checking to see if he was going into shock. “What happened?”
“I ran into him.” Scorpius’ voice was laden with guilt as he trudged up to them, splattering mud around him as he stomped. “I couldn’t get out of the way in time. I’m sorry, James, I didn’t mean it.”
“It’s alright, I’m fine.”
Draco raised an eyebrow. “You’re sure? Nothing hurts? You’re not dizzy or short of breath or–”
“Whoa, whoa,” James held up his free hand – Draco still held his other arm – and smiled. “I’m sure. I’ll even stand still for a diagnostic spell if you want.”
Narrowing his eyes, Draco cast the charm. The results proved that James was telling the truth: aside from the normal reactions to having been playing Quidditch for a while, he was perfectly healthy. It looked to Draco that the only one there who was having a poor reaction to this experience was himself. Forcibly unclenching his hand from James’ sleeve, he took a deep breath and nodded.
“Maybe we should call it a day.”
Draco stood on the field watching as the boys tramped up the muddy slope towards the shed, his heart still racing and hands trembling. That had been so close to becoming yet another trip to St. Mungo’s and not one of the boys looked in the least bit concerned, but Draco felt as though he was about ready to collapse. Forcing his legs into motion, he followed along behind them, taking deep breaths in order to calm his racing heart.
“Grab Lily on your way back, boys.”
Draco clenched his hands in an attempt to stop them from trembling as he heard an affirmative response from somewhere near the peacock enclosure. Unable to hold it in any longer, he leant his forehead against the cool metal of the shed and allowed his breath to shudder through him. It would be just his luck that, the day before the trial was to start, he would get one of Harry’s kids injured in a stupid backyard Quidditch game. He jumped when a pair of arms circled around his shoulders and pulled him into an embrace.
“Harry.” Draco's insides trembled as Harry simply held him. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. There’s nothing you could have done other than catch him. The only way a crash like that would have affected him would be if he managed to break the broom; he tends to not care that much about getting hurt himself.”
Circling his arms around Harry’s waist, Draco smiled. “I wonder where he gets that attitude from.”
Harry’s laugh rumbled through him, warm and low. Pressed up against the shed with the cold metal behind him and Harry’s warmth in front of him, Draco slowly began to relax again. Harry was right: it was fine. James hadn’t been injured; hadn’t even been scared by the experience. In fact, Draco was the only one worrying about it.
“Have I ever mentioned how hot you are covered in mud, by the way?”
Letting his head fall back against the shed, Draco shoved Harry away from him and attempted a glare, despite the relieved laughter that spilled from him. “For God’s sake, Potter, do you think of nothing else?”
“Why should I?”
The look Harry shot him had Draco shaking his head. That look stated Harry’s thoughts at that moment very clearly.
“I’ve created a monster.”
Harry’s laugh followed him into the shed as he replaced the brooms and equipment.
*~*
“Alright you three, bedtime!”
James and Albus groaned, but Lily blinked up at Harry, telling him that she had nearly been asleep in front of the fire anyway. The clock had just struck nine, which he considered more than late enough for the kids to be getting off to bed, especially when they had a big day ahead of them. Bending down so Lily could loop her arms around his neck, Harry smiled.
“Yes, you have to. Tomorrow is going to be a big day and if you want to be able to see everything that happens, then you’ll have to get a good night’s sleep first.” He stood by the fire and watched as the boys packed up the exploding snap game. “I’ll go put your sister to bed and come into both of your rooms in a few minutes. I expect you both to be in your pyjamas and in bed when I get there, understood?”
He smiled when they both mumbled agreement. He made his way slowly up the stairs with Lily in his arms, giving the boys time to get changed and muck around with whatever they wanted to for a few minutes. Lily awoke just as he was tucking her into the bed in her newly-furnished bedroom. Harry sat down on the edge of her bed and tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear.
“I can see Mum tomorrow?”
Harry had been unable to convince the guards to allow him to bring the kids in to see Ginny that weekend. While it would have been good for them to see her before the trial started in the morning, Harry had to admit that he was relieved that he hadn’t had to see her.
“You will, yes,” he replied cautiously, unsure if she realised what exactly was going to happen during the trial. “You do know that she won’t be able to stay with you for long, right? The guards will want to take her to the courtroom as soon as possible.”
Lily sighed. “I know… Dad?” She glanced away then back to him, determination clear in her eyes. “I know that she’s done some really bad stuff. I don’t like that she hurt Draco. I know that she’s going to prison or to a mental health place; even Grandma says that. But I…”
She trailed off, worry creasing her forehead. Harry smiled.
“It’s alright to still love her, Lil. She’s your Mother and no one can take that away.” The worry cleared from Lily’s face in a matter of seconds and she seemed to relax, smiling sleepily up at Harry again. “Goodnight, love.”
He bent to place a soft kiss on her forehead, then moved out of the room, extinguishing the lights and leaving the door ajar. Albus’ room was next down the hallway. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, flipping through a Muggle comic book Harry had bought him the other day.
“Come on, Al, into bed with you.”
“Can I read in bed for a little while?” The hopeful look Al shot him had Harry smiling again. “It won’t be for long I swear.”
“You sure you’re not tired?”
Al sighed. “I should be, I know that. I’m not excited about tomorrow, but I don’t think I could sleep just yet, either.”
Harry nodded and settled down on the edge of Al’s bed as he climbed in. “I do understand that feeling. Unfortunately, there’s really nothing I can say that will make it any better. Just promise me you won’t stay up too late, alright?”
“Yeah, Dad, I promise.”
Harry scrubbed a hand through Al’s hair before placing a kiss on his forehead as well. He knew there was really no point in trying to force Al into trying to sleep. He clearly remembered not being able to sleep the night before each of the trials he had spoken at after the War and nothing being able to calm his nerves. He took a deep breath before entering James’ room.
“James?” Harry found him standing fully dressed before the window that looked out over the Manor grounds. “Those are funny-looking pyjamas.”
“You’re hilarious.”
“I like to think so, yes.” Harry collapsed down onto a soft chair that sat against the far wall and stretched his legs out in front of him. “How are you Jamie?”
“You’re not going to yell at me for not getting changed yet?”
Harry shrugged. “Would it have any effect if I did?”
James shot him a defiant look. “No.”
“There you go then.”
Harry sat in silence, waiting James out. He knew using this tactic on his own child was completely unfair and probably a little unnecessary, but James had been the difficult one since day one. If there was something he wanted to say, it was most likely that he wasn’t just going to come out and say it. No, just like Harry, he would let it stew until he exploded, most likely at a completely inappropriate person. James sighed after a few minutes and turned to face him, his arms crossed across his chest.
“You want to know what happened today, is that it?”
Harry shook his head. “No, I was watching the whole thing. It was an accident.”
“I meant you want to know why I didn’t yell at him.”
“I assume you and Scorpius are friends. You certainly look it.”
“Are you being thick on purpose?”
That I certainly am. “Excuse me, young man?” Harry raised an eyebrow for effect.
“Are you being thick on purpose, Sir?”
Unable to help it, Harry snorted with laughter. James truly did remind him of himself at that age with the added – slightly horrifying as his Father – bonus of not having any kind of national expectation reeling in his actions. James really did not care what people like Rita Skeeter wrote about him and seemed to make an effort to make a spectacle of himself whenever he could. Sitting back in his chair, Harry grinned at James, who reluctantly smiled back.
“Maybe Draco's not as bad as you had been thinking?”
James sighed, the smile leaving his face. “This,” he swept his hand around the room in a circle. “This is all really nice. Much better than Grimmauld; not that that’s difficult. I get that he’s making an effort and I get that you want me to like him.”
“But?”
James shrugged. “It’s weird being here and not having Mum around. I miss it being just us.”
Harry nodded. “That’s understandable. You’ll get to see her tomorrow before the trial starts, then your Uncle Percy will take you and your brother and sister back to the Burrow.” He stood and scrubbed a hand through his hair, no doubt making it stand on end again. “Can you just please try? I love him, Jamie, and it would mean a lot to me if you two could get along.”
James rolled his eyes. “I know, Dad.”
Figuring that was probably the best response he could hope for, Harry smiled. “Try not to stay up too late, alright?”
“I won’t.”
Harry closed the door behind him and glanced down the hall. The sight of Draco watching him from the bottom of the stairs that led up to the suites caused him to grin. Harry moved off towards Draco, his eyes eagerly devouring the sight of him in a form-fitting black vest that he had yet to see him wear before.
“Bed?” Draco raised an eyebrow, his smile coming as close to a leer as Harry had seen yet. It caused Harry’s blood to quicken in his veins. “Or is it too early?”
“I’m not tired, but you’re coming to bed right now. I’m sure you can find ways to exhaust me.”
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