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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!

Nine o’clock was approaching way too fast for Harry. Not because he didn’t want to see Draco – he had been craving getting his hands on him damn near all day after all – but because he knew he had to have a serious talk with James before Draco arrived. Having a private word with any one of his children while the other two were around was always a difficult thing to do, unfortunately. James and Albus tended to get along well enough to play board games together or, when Lily was in the same room, embark on a game of ‘who can annoy Dad the fastest?’
They hadn’t managed to get away from the Burrow until close to eight, with Molly insisting that the kids go home with full stomachs. As much as Harry appreciated the idea that she wanted to help look after them, it left him with just over an hour to get the two youngest settled and to talk with James before Draco showed up. It had taken him close to twenty minutes to distract Al enough for him to want to stay in his room before he could move onto Lily.
“Come on, Lil, it’s nearly half eight.”
“So?”
“So that’s late enough for you to be in bed. You don’t have to sleep; you can stay up and read if you want.”
“Where’s James?
Harry almost sighed in resignation. Lily was way too perceptive for her own good sometimes. He smiled instead as he sat down on the end of her bed.
“He’s in the living room.”
“Uh huh.” Lily slid her legs under the covers and sat staring at him with her arms crossed across her chest. “Is he in trouble?”
“No, I just need to talk with him about something, then he’ll be coming up to his own room.” Harry pulled the covers back far enough so Lily could slide under properly. “Do you want me to grab you a book?”
Lily eyed him for a few seconds, looking very much like she wanted to continue interrogating him, before lying down with a put-upon sigh. “The Hobbit, please.”
Harry closed the door softly behind him after handing over the book, thankful that Lily was easier to distract than Al. A huge sense of reluctance crept through him as he made his way down to the living room where James waited, but he pushed it aside as much as possible.
“Alright Jamie?”
Harry heard a deep sigh from the lounge and he had to step around it to see James. Lying sprawled along the lounge, he raised an eyebrow as Harry took a seat on one of the chairs beside the fire.
“You don’t really think I don’t know that you’ve taken Al and Lily upstairs so you can yell at me do you?”
“I’m not going to yell at you, Jamie.”
That had always been more Ginny’s thing than his and even then it had been a last resort when one of the kids had simply refused to listen. Having grown up in a household where it was perfectly acceptable for the adults to scream at the children when they did something wrong – or not in his case – Harry had vowed to not raise his children in the same environment. Leaning back in the chair, Harry ran a hand through his hair. He was about to speak again when James sat up with a hopeful look on his face.
“So I’m not in trouble?”
Harry huffed out an amused sound. “I said I wasn’t going to yell, not that you weren’t in trouble.” He couldn’t help smiling as James’ face fell. “I do really want you to be able to get along with Draco.”
James sighed and threw himself backwards on the lounge, landing as spreadeagled as he could get with the odd angles the lounge forced on his limbs. “What… What happens if I can’t?”
Harry’s heart sank as the cautious happiness that had been spreading through him faded rapidly. The fear that James would decide that he couldn’t deal with this relationship had been playing on Harry’s mind over the past few days, but he had squashed it after seeing how well James and Draco had gotten along on the Quidditch pitch a few days before. The idea of losing the first person he had truly loved caused Harry’s skin to crawl and he flexed his shoulders in an attempt to stop the feeling creeping along his spine.
“Is there some reason you believe you can’t?” Harry asked slowly, keeping his voice carefully neutral.
James sighed again, this time adding an awkward-looking shrug of his shoulders. “I don’t know. It’s like I’m betraying Mum by being nice to him.”
Harry nodded. He knew he could never know what this felt like to James, simply because he hadn’t had any true parental figures in his life until he was eleven years old and that fact was making trying to work out what to do about this even more difficult. He couldn’t use his fall back helpline on this one either: while Molly had been making progress in understanding about him and Draco, Harry knew she wasn’t at the point where he could ask her this kind of thing. Shaking his head, he leant forward so his forearms rested on his thighs.
“She’ll always be your Mum, James, no matter what she’s done or where she is because of that. I wouldn’t want to try to replace her with someone else in your lives because that would just make you resent whoever it was I was trying to force on you. Draco…” He shook his head again, unable to put what he was thinking into words. “Draco isn’t even replacing her in my life. They occupy completely different roles in my mind. Your loyalty will always be with your Mum over anyone else who happens to come along; that’s natural and I wouldn’t want to discourage it. All I’m asking is that you give Draco a chance to find a place in your life. Not the one your Mum has, just somewhere.”
Surprise flittered through Harry at just how difficult he found it to encourage James to still be loyal to his Mother. Telling himself firmly that Ginny hadn’t treated their children as poorly as she had treated him wasn’t helping in the least, because images of Lily’s tear-streaked face kept interrupting the thoughts. That bitch didn’t know how incredibly lucky she was to have the children she did and she had squandered the opportunity to spend quality time with them in favour of her latest lay. Swallowing down the bitterness that rose in him, Harry gave himself a mental shake just before James responded.
“Different spaces,” he mumbled thoughtfully.
A stubborn spark of hope lit in Harry’s chest and he sat back in his chair again, watching James on the lounge. He had inherited his Mother’s long legs and at that moment they were sprawled over the arm of the lounge in what looked to be an incredibly uncomfortable position. Debating whether he should speak again or not, Harry almost jumped when James suddenly sat up.
“Lily and Al get along with him fine, why isn’t that enough?”
“Because I want you to be happy as well.”
“I am happy with the way things are.” Waving his hands in what looked to be frustration at Harry’s inability to understand what he was saying, James pinned Harry with a pleading look. “This whole thing is huge and it was just dumped on me without any warning! I can’t–”
He stood and stomped over to the window, staring out at the darkness outside. Due to the fact that he sometimes seemed so much older than his twelve years, it was easy for Harry to forget just how young James actually was, but watching as his son wrapped both arms around his middle, Harry was sharply reminded. He stood and moved to place a hand on James’ shoulder.
“I’m sorry, Jamie.” It took a few seconds, but James eventually turned and accepted the comfort Harry was waiting to offer. “I should have realised what was going on and why you were so upset.”
Guilt washed through Harry’s chest as he felt James trembling. He and Draco had moved incredibly fast with this relationship and James and Al had not seen it develop into what they currently had. Add that on top of the revelation that his Mother was apparently not the person he had believed her to be and it was a wonder that James had only been lashing out in the way he had been.
“I know that you love him, Dad, and I don’t actually want to ruin that.” James’ voice was muffled by Harry’s shirt, but Harry could hear the thickness in it that he hoped wasn’t caused by tears. “I got angry when I knew you were upset because of something he had done and I just lost it. Lily isn’t happy because of what Mum’s done, Grandma is always sad about it as well even though she tries to hide it around us and Uncle George seems so angry all the time. I want my family back.”
A sharp pain jabbed straight through Harry’s chest that left him fighting back tears of his own. This was a feeling he had gotten to know too well himself over the past two months, although for an entirely different reason. Trying not to jostle James too much, he moved them over so they were both sitting on the lounge and began murmuring bits of nonsense in James’ ear in the hope of soothing him. He knew, however, that nothing he could say would be of any comfort to him.
“Things will settle down again eventually, I swear.” Hearing James snort out a disbelieving laugh had Harry smiling a little himself. “I know it seems hopeless now, but this will pass and everything will go back to being at least close to what it was like before this all happened.”
“You promise?”
Harry let out a sound that was half-sigh, half-laugh. “Jamie, if I could take all this hurt away, I would in a heartbeat. I’ll talk to your sister and your Grandma and even your Uncle George if he’ll listen to me once all this is over and try to sort things out. I want everyone back to normal just as much as you do, believe me.”
The only sounds in the room following this statement were James’ sniffles and the crackling of the fire. Harry ran his hand down James’ back absentmindedly as he waited for a response.
“I’m sorry I lost my temper.”
Smiling, Harry actually laughed this time. “It’s not me you need to apologise to.”
James sighed. “I know.”
*~*
Following the sound of his Mother’s laughter, Draco wandered into the living room of the Manor to find that the furniture had been spelled to the sides of the room. His parents stood together in the centre of the room in a formal waltzing position, smiling at each other as though they were the only two in the world. Unable to help the smile that spread across his face, Draco ducked his head before muttering apologies for interrupting and turning to leave.
“Nonsense, Draco dear,” his Mother called, causing him to stop just outside the door. “Do come in and have a drink.”
He only just managed to get the smile under control before he turned to meet his Mother’s eyes. The happiness he saw there caused it to return, however, and Narcissa smiled wide back at him as she moved over to the sideboard.
“Brandy?”
“Please.”
Standing just inside the door, Draco waited until his Father had waved his wand, sending the furniture back into the original positions before he moved. His Mother handed him a snifter on her way past to take her seat beside Lucius on the lounge, then indicated that he should sit on one of the free chairs. She gave him just enough time to take a sip of his drink before speaking.
“Are you not going to Grimmauld tonight?”
Draco nearly inhaled the brandy, surprised as he was that she would open with such a question. Narcissa merely smiled as Draco coughed a few times. “I’m not due there until nine. Harry has the kids to get sorted – they’ve been at their Grandparent’s house all day – and…” He paused, clearing his throat before he could start rambling. “Harry and I have things to discuss tonight.”
Silence followed this and Draco ducked his head again, staring into his drink. He had no idea what motivation his parents could possibly have to be asking about his relationship as they had never shown any interest before this. The liquid swirled around in circles as he swished his glass, but it didn’t give him any answers. He glanced up through his eyelashes when he heard a whisper. Lucius was frowning at Narcissa as she placed a well-timed elbow in his ribs.
“Draco, your Mother and I have been talking and…”
Lucius trailed off, looking incredibly uncomfortable. Draco raised his head properly so he could give his Father his full attention, but that seemed to only make Lucius even more uncomfortable. Glancing over to his Mother, Draco raised an enquiring eyebrow.
Narcissa sighed. “What your Father is trying to say is that you have our blessing. We may not agree with you that he is the best choice for you, but we have seen over the past few days just how happy he makes you. If this is what you want, then you have our support.”
How long Draco sat frozen on the chair just staring into the middle distance between him and his parents, he had no idea. This was something he had never imagined having to deal with and he had no idea how to react. He almost jumped when his Mother spoke again.
“Draco?”
Blinking his eyes into focus again, he looked at both of them, an uncontrollable smile spreading across his face again. “Thank you; both of you. I know how difficult this relationship has been for you to accept, but knowing I – we – have your approval means a lot.”
Lucius still looked incredibly uncomfortable, so Draco lowered his gaze to his glass again, not wanting to make the situation worse. No one in his family were really used to dealing with emotions in this way and the fact that they were speaking about Harry was probably only making it worse. Thankfully, they did not have to sit there in silence for long, as the clock in the lobby of the Manor chimed nine after a few minutes. Draco downed the last of his drink before standing.
“I’ll see you both tomorrow morning for the ending of the trial.” Nerves fluttered through him briefly, but the idea of what was waiting for him on the other side of the floo connection quickly squashed them. His Mother offered up a small smile as he threw the powder into the fire, which Draco readily returned with a nod of his head. “Good night.”
The warm feeling he had gotten from the conversation with his parents spread further through him as he stepped through into Grimmauld. Harry and James were sitting together on the lounge, a game of Exploding Snap sitting on a coffee table in front of them. Knowing that they had had their difficulties over the past few weeks, Draco figured that seeing the two of them sitting peacefully together was a good sign. It wasn’t until James stood and met his eyes that he saw the tell-tale signs of tears. James spoke before Draco could ask what was wrong.
“I’m sorry I yelled at you. You probably didn’t deserve it as much as I thought you did at the time. I hope you can accept this apology and we can start over.”
The words sounded a little formal to have come straight from James, but Draco ignored that fact. He was simply grateful that it seemed that he would have the opportunity to make a second impression on James.
“Of course, I would like that chance very much.”
Unsure of what to expect next, Draco glanced over to Harry, who was watching the interaction closely. The redness of Harry’s eyes and his slumped shoulders told Draco that the talk between him and James had taken its toll on him. Sympathy caused his chest to ache but before he could do anything, James took Harry’s attention away again.
“I’m going up to bed now. Goodnight.”
He leant over the coffee table and wrapped his arms around Harry’s shoulders. Draco could hear Harry murmuring something in James’ ear, but it was inaudible. Given the signs he had made out that indicated that Harry had had a rough time of it that night, Draco was unsurprised when Harry stood and practically fell into his arms the second James was out of sight. Wrapping his arms tightly around Harry’s waist, Draco merely held him, waiting until Harry was comfortable enough to tell him what had happened. He was rewarded for his patience when he felt the tension slowly draining out of Harry’s muscles.
“Harry?”
“I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not.”
Harry huffed out a humourless laugh. “No, but I will be.” He pulled back far enough so their eyes met. “I know I’ve already said it, but I’m also sorry I was such an idiot.”
“As am I. Apparently I don’t deal with stress that well.”
All thoughts of having a serious discussion with Harry that night flew from Draco's mind as Harry captured his lips in a soft kiss. A whole two days’ worth of built-up desire and need seemed to catch up with him in that moment and Draco adjusted his stance, moving so he could slip a thigh between Harry’s legs. Harry let out a sound that was a cross between a laugh and a moan and rocked his hips in response, spurring Draco on. Tightening the grip he had on Harry’s waist and concentrating, Draco broke the kiss just before managing to Apparate them up into the bedroom.
“You’re going to manage to splinch me doing that one day.”
Draco grinned and slid his hands down to grab hold of Harry’s arse, pressing them together closely. “As long as the important parts are fine, I see no problems.”
Harry’s laugh rumbled through Draco's chest as he leant forward to rest their foreheads together. “I love you.”
“Show me.”
Seeming to take the words as a challenge, Harry pressed forward until Draco's back hit one of the posts of the bed. He didn’t give Draco any time to adjust to their new position before bringing their lips together in a harsh kiss. Draco groaned as desire rocked through him, but it was cut short when Harry’s hand slid down to cup him through his trousers. His breath left him in a rush as Harry began to massage him in long, slow strokes. Slipping his tongue into the heat of Harry’s mouth added to the sensations and Draco allowed himself to enjoy the slightly lightheaded feeling it produced. He almost whined when Harry broke the kiss.
“Breathe, Draco. You don’t get to pass out until I’m done with you.”
The desire evident in Harry’s voice sent shivers through Draco's body. He obediently gulped in a big breath when the words finally registered through the fog descending on his mind, causing Harry to chuckle.
“I want you. Right now.”
Draco found himself completely incapable of and unwilling to deny Harry at this point and demonstrated that fact by Vanishing their clothes with a quick wave of his wand. A devilish grin was Harry’s only response before claiming Draco's lips again. Draco had no idea how they managed to land on the bed without hurting themselves, entangled as they were, but he wasted no time in wondering. Fighting Harry for dominance, Draco succeeded in flipping them over so he was on top after what could have been either a few seconds or a few minutes. He broke the kiss and mumbled the preparation charms before raising himself up onto his elbows above Harry.
Harry’s pupils were blown wide, with only a small sliver of green around the edges. His lips parted as his tongue flicked out to wet them and Draco found he couldn’t hold on any longer. Closing his eyes, he pushed forward and entered Harry in one smooth thrust, coming to rest as his hips settled against Harry’s body. He held still by sheer willpower as pleasure pounded through him, knowing Harry needed time.
“Draco.”
The brush of Harry’s fingers across his bottom lip caused Draco's eyes to open. Swallowing down the need to move, Draco concentrated on the feeling of having Harry’s fingers trailing up and through his hair instead. It wasn’t long before Harry tugged on his hair and flexed his muscles, sending yet another jolt of pleasure through Draco's body.
Taking the hint, Draco began to move. As worked up as he already was, he knew he couldn’t go slowly this time and he thrust into Harry’s body at a rapid pace. The need to come was building up in him swiftly and his hips stuttered when Harry dragged him down into a kiss, adding to the sensations. Sliding a hand down in between them, Draco grasped Harry’s straining cock, needing to bring him along with him. His arms and legs began to tremble as he got closer, but he held on, angling his hips with each thrust.
“Oh, oh fuck.” Harry broke the kiss and began to groan the first time Draco managed to hit his prostate. “Please…”
Keeping to that angle, Draco aimed purposefully at Harry’s prostate. The squeezing of Harry’s muscles around him was almost proving to be too much when Draco managed to hit that sweet spot again. Harry’s breath hitched on a moan, his back arched and his heels dug into Draco's thighs as he began come, shooting his release up both of their stomachs. Ducking his head, Draco quickened his pace, reaching desperately for orgasm. He let out a deep groan when his body finally began spasming, sending white-hot pleasure through him.
Unwilling to move very far, he waved a hand to clean them both up before slipping out of Harry and rolling onto his back. The only sound in the room was their heavy breathing and Draco slipped into a half daze, enjoying the bliss of post-orgasm. He was dragged out of it when Harry sat up and pulled the covers over them.
“What–”
“It’s alright,” Harry murmured as he settled back down next to him, one arm slipping over Draco's waist. “Everything’s fine.”
Running a hand down Harry’s back, Draco had to agree.
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