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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
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any characters related to that series; they are JK Rowling's. I make no money from this.

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! This one is a little late because Draco was giving me attitude :/ Hope you all like it :D

Footsteps echoed down the tiled hallway outside the courtroom, causing Harry to turn to glance behind him for what felt like the millionth time that morning. He had arrived to the courtrooms a little early in the hope that Draco would as well and they could sort out the issues they had had the day before, but it seemed that the hope had been in vain. Turning back, he caught a glimpse of a look shared between Ron and Hermione, who he was standing with outside the courtroom. He raised an eyebrow but kept his mouth firmly shut, not knowing if showing how badly he wanted to see Draco was a good idea or not. Hermione grinned at him but also didn’t say a word, something Harry was grateful for.
“How’s Rosie doing in school?” Ron and Hermione’s kids were always a safe topic to bring up, as he knew the subject wouldn’t break the fragile truce he and Ron seemed to have struck. “James and Al aren’t much help with that kind of information.”
The bright smile that lit Hermione’s face had Harry smiling in response. “She’s still a bit homesick, but she loves the classes. It seems like she has a talent for Transfiguration. Apparently the Professor is a transfer from Beauxbatons and has a different style of teaching than a lot of the British Professors. I’d love to sit in on a class and see what the differences really are…”
Harry risked a glance at Ron to see him trying to smother a smile as Hermione continued to rave about the new Transfiguration Professor. It was such a familiar and comfortable scene with his best friends that Harry could almost forget all the bad things that had happened over the past two months. The warm feeling it sent through his chest slowly spread through his entire body and he found himself smiling and nodding in agreement with everything Hermione said. The warmth was a welcome change from the nerves that had been fluttering through him all morning, with the knowledge of what was coming, both with the case and with Draco. Her monologue didn’t stop until a blur of red hair and ruffled green robes rushed past the three of them.
“Lily!”
Harry spun around and made to grab his daughter, but she ducked and twisted, causing him to miss. Glancing up to see where she was heading, his breath left him when he saw Draco kneel down just in time to scoop Lily into his arms. His heart pounding in his ears, Harry abandoned Ron and Hermione with a quick apologetic smile.
“Hullo Draco.” Lily’s slightly muffled voice carried to Harry as he made his way over to where the two of them stood.
“Good morning, Princess.”
The strength of the relief that rushed through Harry had him struggling to resist the urge to knock Lily out of Draco's arms and kiss him senseless in the middle of the corridor. Surely if Draco was still angry at him, he wouldn’t be treating Lily like that, right? His heart felt as though it was trying to escape through his ribcage, his fingers twitched with the need to touch and his skin tingled with the onslaught of desire that rushed through him when he caught the tell-tale crinkle at the edge of Draco's eyes that indicated he was smiling widely. It was all tempered, however, by an overlay of nerves that held him back. How the hell he could have been stupid enough to issue a threat to Draco like he had the day before was beyond him. You might want to sort out what it is you do want by tomorrow. It now seemed like such a stupid thing to have said; he knew that Draco had never threatened to leave him, not even when he had probably deserved it. Draco had obviously been in need of sympathy and understanding and all Harry had offered up was anger and scorn. Once his own anger and hurt over what he had seen to be Draco's unfair accusation had died down, it had left him feeling a right moron. Draco had supported him through everything that had happened and when it had come time for him to return the favour, he had fucked it all up. He offered up a hesitant smile when Draco met his eyes over Lily’s shoulder.
“Please don’t be mad at Dad because James is an idiot.”
“I can hear you Lily,” Harry reminded her in a chastising tone. “Don’t call your brother names.” He could have sworn he caught the edge of the smile on Draco's face before Lily slid back down onto her feet, but it was hidden swiftly now that he no longer had her to hide his reactions from the rest of the world.
“I’m not angry, Lil.”
Harry had to close his eyes as another, much stronger wave of relief washed over him. When he reopened them after a few seconds, it was to find Lily staring at him with a calculating look in her eyes.
“You’re not allowed to argue.” She pointed at both of them in turn, wagging her finger in close imitation of Molly. “I’ll be watching.”
Turning to watch as Lily spun around and almost skipped back to where Ron and Hermione stood trying to look like they weren’t staring at them, Harry shook his head. He turned back to see Draco watching him with a look that came as close to being affection as he had ever seen from him in public. The desire it sent threading up Harry’s spine again had him smiling and he nodded towards the room he had dragged Draco into the day before.
“Shall we?”
The small smile Draco offered up was all the response Harry needed. He followed behind as Draco led the way to the deserted room and remembered to close and lock the door behind them. His stomach resumed fluttering when Draco turned to face him.
“You wished to wait until today to continue the discussion from last night.”
Harry nodded. “I did. I do. I – er–” Ducking his head as he began to almost stutter, Harry sighed. “Look, Lily’s right: I don’t want to fight.”
“You think I do?”
Raising his head proved to be the wrong move, as the only effect it had was to send another thread of desire up his spine as he met Draco's eyes. This was probably not going to be the smooth reconciliation he had hoped for and becoming distracted by Draco's bloody eyes – which seemed to have somehow sharpened in the past few minutes – wasn’t helping Harry to think straight. He nibbled on his bottom lip as he tried to sort through what he should do, how he should respond. There were definitely things that needed to be addressed between the two of them, but where to start? Unthinkingly, he began to pace back and forth, a small frown creasing his forehead as he ran through the growing list of things he wanted to say. The movement helped, as did the fact that it was impossible for him to look at Draco when he was moving as he was. He came to an abrupt halt when Draco stepped in front of him. Staring into Draco's eyes, Harry’s mind went blank once again.
“I meant what I said last night.”
Harry blinked, trying to remember what had been said the night before. “What?”
The slow smile that crossed Draco's face told Harry he knew exactly what effect he was having on him. Draco stepped closer and Harry sucked in a breath, holding it as his muscles tensed. Jumping Draco at this point would be counterproductive, he told himself firmly.
“Last night,” Draco repeated in a low voice that sent a shiver up Harry’s spine. “I came to Grimmauld to apologise. I was angry at myself and Edwards, but I took it out on you and for that I am sorry.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Draco raising a hand to touch him, but he backed off, knowing that if he allowed himself to give in to his baser desires, they wouldn’t get anything done. A brief look of frustration crossed Draco's face, but he said nothing. Harry recalled seeing Draco's fingers twitching towards him the night before and had to figure that this frustration was real, but he couldn’t allow himself to become distracted. There was one thing standing out in Harry’s mind and he would say it, whether Draco wanted to hear it or not.
“You trust me, right?” He knew the answer, but wanted to hear it anyway.
“You know I do.” There was a slight edge to Draco's voice and he leant back against the wall behind him, his arms crossed across his chest in an obviously defensive gesture. “I wouldn’t have come this far otherwise.”
Harry nodded, his stomach fluttering again. His eyes ran unconsciously up Draco's legs. The pinstripes on his trousers made his legs look impossibly long, but Harry continued on, licking his lips out of nervous habit as his gaze stopped on Draco's crossed arms.
“I know that I have a habit of not being able to see past my own problems and I understand why your anger was aimed at me yesterday. I assumed after I left yesterday that I should have just left you alone; that that was what you wanted.”
“Harry–”
“No, wait.” Harry held up a hand when Draco pushed off the wall and saw that brief flash of frustration cross his face again. “I am annoying to try to live with; Ginny always told me that. But the thing is, I don’t actually try to be.” He backed off another few steps when Draco took a step towards him, determined to get what he wanted to say out now that he had started. “I’m not self-centred on purpose and I don’t actually try to piss you off. I know it comes across as if I do sometimes, but I really don’t. And you were right: if you hadn’t gotten involved with me, then none of this would have happened–”
He let out a gasp as Draco moved, pinning him to the wooden wall behind him before he could back off again. Draco pressed close, one hand moving to tangle through Harry’s hair and the other landing on his hip, holding him in place. Sucking in a breath through his teeth caused Draco to smirk at him and move so their hips rested lightly together.
“You don’t get to look at me like that then back off when I try to act on it.”
Staring at Draco's lips as they formed the words, Harry’s heart began to race. “Like what?”
A tug on his hair forced Harry’s head and gaze up to meet Draco's eyes. “Like you want nothing more than to jump me right here and now.”
Harry’s tongue flicked out to wet his lips automatically. Sliding his hands up Draco's sides, he smiled.
“Like you’d object.”
The kiss that followed told Harry that Draco probably really wouldn’t have objected if he had tried. His mouth opened automatically to allow Draco to slide his tongue in and over his teeth. There was a slight edge of neediness to Draco's movements and Harry moved to try to soothe any worries he may have inadvertently caused, pulling Draco as close as he could get while they were still clothed. Draco broke the kiss and moved back a bit long before Harry was ready.
“You’re not annoying to live with.” Draco sounded completely breathless but Harry had no trouble understanding him. “And you are the least self-centred person I have ever met.”
Fighting against a blush that threatened to turn his face bright red, Harry opened his eyes to see Draco watching him intently. “But–”
“Damn it, Potter,” Draco nearly growled, moving to place his hands either side of Harry’s face. “Take the fucking compliment and shut the fuck up about it.”
Harry didn’t get time to respond before Draco was kissing him again. It was rough and harsh and sent Harry’s mind spinning with lust. Sliding his hands down Draco's back, he slipped them into the pockets of Draco's trousers, squeezing his arse and pressing them closer together at the same time. Draco broke away again, but Harry was expecting it this time.
“Harry…”
“I love you.”
There was laughter in Draco's voice as he responded, “I know.”
*~*
The eyes of the whole court were on Draco again as he moved from the plaintiff’s seats to the witness box. The difference this time, however, was that he felt as though he was ready for whatever Edwards could throw at him. There had been factors the day before that had influenced his behaviour and reactions, but not that day: he hadn’t been overcome with irrational jealousy, Molly Weasley hadn’t walked in on him and Harry, and his nerves were nowhere near as bad.
Of course, having just made out with Harry like a horny teenager must have been having an effect on his mood, he figured. Knowing that he hadn’t screwed things up with Harry had lifted a lot of the worry from his shoulders and left him feeling lighter than he had in a few days. There were things they still needed to speak about – James being one of the main ones – but the patch they had put over things that morning was going to hold, Draco was sure of it. He offered up his bland public smile as he sat down and met Edwards’ eyes.
“Let’s resume where we left off yesterday, shall we?”
Draco knew the question was rhetorical but he nodded regally anyway, watching to see Edwards’ reaction. A small frown knit Edwards’ eyebrows for a few seconds and Draco knew that if he hadn’t been watching for a reaction, he would have missed it. Before everything had blown up the day before, he had been looking forward to seeing how quick-witted Edwards was in the courtroom, but there was something in the back of Draco's mind now telling him that the confidence that Edwards had been showing was rooted solidly in his ability to unnerve Draco. By showing that he was no longer affected by the nerves or worries that he had been the day before, was it possible that Draco had turned the tables? Edwards glanced quickly to Ginevra, then back to Draco. Still watching him closely, Draco raised an eyebrow in question. Edwards seemed to collect himself quickly, his entire demeanour changing to what Draco recalled seeing from him the day before.
“Your presence at the Ministry’s Annual Ball.” Edwards turned and began a slow lap of the room, seeming to take the time to gather what he wanted to say. “It has already been established that the adulterous affair you are having with Mr. Potter is the reason you rushed backstage that night. Mrs. Potter was a woman under mounting stress. You had stolen her husband from under her nose and you were trying to take her children away from her. Her actions that night were prompted by love; a love of her husband despite everything you and he had put her through.”
“Objection.” Draco glanced over to see Richardson standing in the lawyer’s seats, a slightly bewildered look on his face. “Is there a reason my client has to be in the witness box if all that is going to happen is a recap of what Barrister Edwards believes to be the facts?” His voice was even, but carried a questioning tone that Draco could only agree with.
“Sustained. Barrister Edwards, if you have no further questions, release the witness.”
Edwards nodded. “Tell me, Mr. Malfoy, how long was it before you entered the backstage area that night?”
Draco shook his head. “It couldn’t have been longer than five minutes after she began to scream.”
“Five minutes is a long time to leave the man you purportedly love to an unknown fate. Are you sure that’s how long it took you to move?”
“Obviously I wasn’t running on a timer. I stayed put as long as I could bear before moving to check on Harry. I had made promises that night that I had every intention of not breaking. Staying away from Ginevra’s machinations was one of those promises.”
“Let’s assume that your estimate of five minutes is correct then.” Draco had to resist a smile when he realised Edwards intended to ignore the rest of his statement. “With Mrs. Potter’s screams being audible through the entire ballroom, there had to have been others who were at least curious as to what was going on; the ballroom was filled with Aurors and Ministry workers, after all. Are you telling me that in that whole five minutes, not one single one of them stood and tried to see what was going on? That you were the only person in that whole ballroom who walked backstage?”
The parts of the night before he was hit with the curses were clear in Draco's mind and he was absolutely certain that he had been the only person standing in that doorway that night. The question now was how to get that point across to Edwards and the Wizengamot without Edwards interrupting him.
“The Aurors that night each had specific duties.”
“That is not what I asked, Mr. Malfoy.”
“I am answering your question, Barrister Edwards, if you will allow me.”
Edwards eyed him for a few seconds before waving a hand. Draco took a deep breath, prepared to be interrupted at any second if he said something Edwards disliked.
“I would assume that each of the Aurors on duty that night was highly trained in their duties. They had been tasked with protecting the highest ranking members of both the Ministry and the Wizengamot, after all. From my understanding, abandoning your posting while on duty isn’t part of an Auror’s training.”
“How do you know that you were the only one standing in Mrs. Potter’s line of sight that night, Mr. Malfoy?”
Draco bit back a smile. It was obvious that Edwards had realised that he had lost the edge that he had had the day before; that he knew he could no longer unnerve Draco with his interruptions. A sense of triumph washed through Draco's chest, but he repressed it, knowing his testimony was not over just yet.
“Because the Aurors present that night were on duty. I saw no one else standing in that doorway, or else I would have moved sooner.”
“You saw no one else.” Edwards was moving again, but Draco thought that it was more out of habit this time than any attempt to throw him off his train of thought. “We are taking the word of a Death Eater–”
“Objection!” Richardson’s voice was much stronger this time. “The entire Malfoy family was cleared of any wrong doing after the end of the War.”
“On the testimony of the great Harry Potter,” Edwards sneered back at Richardson before turning to glance between Draco and Harry. “Were you already together at that stage? Has your entire life been a sham?”
Draco had no idea which one of them Edwards was addressing, but his head whipped around so he could meet Harry’s eyes. The anger he saw there nearly caused Draco to step out of the witness box so he could physically prevent Harry from acting on it, but it seemed that it was unnecessary. Staring into Harry’s eyes, Draco shook his head, willing him to not rise to the bait Edwards was laying. Harry didn’t react for a few seconds, simply staring straight back at Draco. Eventually, he took a breath and slumped back against his seat. He was still casting murderous looks at Edwards, but no longer looked as though he was about to storm the floor and beat him senseless.
“Silence!”
Focussed as he was on Harry, the shout of the Chief Warlock caused Draco to jump. He closed his eyes and sat back in his own seat, mentally collecting himself before reopening them. Edwards and Richardson stood toe-to-toe in the middle of the floor, just in front of Ginevra, looking as though they were about to start the third wizarding War. For the second time in as many minutes, Draco was tempted to get up out of the witness box, this time to prevent Richardson from overextending himself and accidentally bringing on a heart attack; he was no longer a young man, after all. Thankfully, that proved unnecessary.
“I am sorely tempted to toss the two of you out of my courtroom,” the Chief Warlock stated. “One more outburst like this and you will both be ejected. Now, Barrister Edwards, we are all aware of the background Mr. Malfoy comes from. It is unnecessary to bring it up, as it has no effect on the current case. Barrister Richardson, while I appreciate your enthusiastic defence of your client, it is disruptive and redundant. A simple objection would have had the same effect on the court as your demonstration here has. Are we clear?”
Draco watched as the two lawyers nodded. Richardson turned and made his way back to his seat, but Edwards stood where he was, his hands still clenched by his sides. Draco had to wonder if he was trying to get the case thrown out of court now that he had realised that Draco was no longer rising to his bait either. It took a few seconds before Edwards reacted in any way other than simply standing and staring into space, but when he did, it was to shoot Draco a murderous glance.
“You claim to have been the only one she could have been aiming at.” His expression changed completely as he turned to sweep his gaze over the Wizengamot, soft and almost pleading. “This case is based completely off the word of one man. Mrs. Potter is the only person who can tell us who she was actually aiming at that night, or if she even meant to aim at anyone. I am aware that Pensieve memories and Veritaserum testimonies are inadmissible, but really, how can we know the full truth here? This is merely a game of ‘he said, she said’.”
With that, he turned his back on the Wizengamot, his expression changing again to a sneer as he glanced over to where Richardson sat. To his credit, Richardson sat with a bland expression on his face, not even bothering to glance Edwards’ way. Draco bit his tongue to prevent a smile at the look on Richardson’s face before the Chief Warlock stood behind him.
“You may return to your seat, Mr. Malfoy.”
Draco stood and offered her a small bow before returning to his seat in the plaintiff’s box. Warmth spread quickly through Draco's chest when Harry’s hand immediately slid over to squeeze his fingers out of sight of the rest of the courtroom. A small buzz of conversation cropped up – Draco assumed because of the abruptness of the ending of his testimony – but he was more focussed on what was before him: the intangible but still quite profound sense of relief that it was over and out of his hands.
“The court shall break for recess.”
A tug on his hand had Draco standing and following Harry over to the small waiting room. He could sense a presence behind him and turned to find Richardson smiling widely at the two of them as he entered the room behind them.
“I would like to offer my congratulations, gentlemen,” Richardson began. “Mr. Malfoy, that was a perfect recovery from yesterday’s fiasco. It is now up to the Wizengamot and the Auror’s lawyer to finish the case and send her to prison. It is looking more and more unlikely that Edwards can pull off the miracle required for him to win this case and if he continues in the way he has been, then he will get himself thrown out of the courtroom, leaving Mrs. Potter defenceless.” He stepped forward and enthusiastically shook hands with both of them. “I shall see you both back in there.”
Draco turned to Harry with a small expectant smile the second the door closed behind Richardson. He was not disappointed. His smile widened as Harry drew him into a kiss. Now that they were alone, Draco could feel the sense of relief threatening to overwhelm him and he swayed into Harry, drawing him into a tight embrace.
“Dray…”
Not even Harry’s use of that ridiculous nickname could dampen the elation that was causing a huge smile to stretch across Draco's face. “We’ve got them, Harry.”
“Good.”
The fierceness in Harry’s voice had Draco chuckling as he was drawn into another kiss. He wasn’t sure if ‘good’ was the word he would use, but as Harry seemed intent on clearing Draco's mind of anything other than him at that moment, he supposed it would do.
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