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True Love\'s Kiss	By : maegerakawaii Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 8267 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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I�m terribly sorry
for the late chapter. I feel horrible but it took me a while to find
inspiration. Sorry.
Thank you to
everyone who has continued to follow this story and those that have left
reviews. This chapter is dedicated to my friend and sort-of beta who had to
leave for field training (boot camp) and thrnbrooke who asked for it. Again I
apologize. On to the story.
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Chapter 4
Draco apparated in front of the
ornate gates of the Malfoy estate. As he stood in front of his ancestral home,
he took the time to look at the majestic structure. Everything about the estate
screamed wealth, power, and influence. Without a doubt the family living in the
estate was bred from old money and belonged to the privileged upper crust of
society. As the sun slowly rose behind the mansion, Draco witnessed the gradual
illumination of the manor grounds. The whole place seemed to come to life
during the dawning of a new day. Looking at his home now, if Draco had not been
there as witness, he never would have believed that it ever suffered damage
during the Second Wizarding War.
He reached his hand toward the
wrought-iron gates before him. The gates were enchanted so that those who
reside in the manor or were invited into it would be granted entrance and others
simply pass it by as if the grandiose home was not there at all. When the gates
opened before him, Draco began to trudge along the path leading to the house.
He passed by an immaculately kept lawn. After the war, Draco�s mother
immediately hired a renowned group of wizard artistes, as the pompous
asses liked to call themselves, to help repair the damage done to his childhood
prison. Now the grounds of Malfoy Manor were as splendid as ever. The grounds
were his mother�s Eden, teeming with dazzlingly beautiful flowers, perpetually
flowing fountains, marble statues of important wizarding figures, and all
manner of other things to make the grounds look as lavish as ever.
However, Draco saw nothing of the
beauty and splendor of the grounds as he kept his eyes solely focused on the
mansion itself. He knew the upcoming confrontation with his parents was going
to be difficult. Even after the end of the war and the fall of Voldemort,
Draco�s father still retained his bigoted beliefs of pureblood supremacy. The
only thing keeping the family from ignominy and falling from the upper circles
was the fact that Lucius Malfoy was no longer as open in his dogmatic display.
Draco�s latest self-discovery was not going to be kindly received by his
father.
When he finally ascended the front
steps, Draco moved to open the massive doors of his home. But before his hand
even touched the elaborately carved wood, one of the doors opened and he saw a
frail-looking house elf holding it. It was Draco�s personal house-elf, Dipsy.
Even after all the years that Draco mistreated her when he still followed his
father�s primitive beliefs, she had stayed fiercely loyal to him. By the end of
his sixth year Draco started treating the elf much better. And although she
still looked like she was about to break at any moment, she no longer bore any
marks of the old Draco�s brand of �discipline.� As Draco looked at Dipsy now,
he briefly contemplated how many things changed after the end of his sixth
year. And it was all because of one fateful night and the most stunning pair of
enraged green eyes.
Draco was brought out of his
musings by a very soft, slightly high-pitched voice. �Welcome home, Master
Draco. What may Dipsy be doing for Master Draco, Sir?�
As the house-elf finished her
inquiry and straightened herself out from her low bow, Draco thought of the
time and knew that it was still much too early for him to talk to his parents
since it was barely dawn. �Thank you, Dipsy. There is nothing I require at the
moment. Return to your quarters for now. I shall summon you when I have need of
you.�
�Of course, Master Draco. Please be
excusing Dipsy now, Sir.� And in an instant the elf gave another bow and popped
out of Draco�s sight.
Draco stood admiring the entry hall
of the manor for a while longer until he finally felt days of exhaustion
creeping up on his consciousness. Before he had the chance to collapse by the
front doors, Draco dragged himself to his quarters in the upper floors. At
least he would be somewhat rested for when he was to have his talk with his
parents.

Draco woke up to the sun streaming
through one of the floor-to-ceiling windows in his chambers. He was too tired
to draw any of the curtains around his four-poster bed closed before he passed
out and since he was not at home most of the time, the curtains on his windows
were always open to let light in. He squinted for a few seconds as his eyes
reluctantly grew accustomed to the light. With a groan of displeasure Draco
accepted being awake and sat up in bed. He found that he was still fully
clothed and he was on top of the sheets. �At least I made it to my bed.�
As his bleary eyes took in his
surroundings, he realized that everything in his quarters were as he left them.
His massive bed had the same black comforter with multiple white and green
pillows with intricate stitching and arranged to give the bedroom�s centerpiece
a simple yet classy look. There was a polished wood armoire in front of his bed
and a high shelf to the left of it with various personal effects. There was an
absence of family photos in Draco�s room. To one side of the bed was a door
leading to Draco�s closet. A hallway on the wall opposite the bed led to the
rest of Draco�s chambers. It took a moment for his eyes to finally focus. When
they did he simply sat on his bed and looked to the other side to see outside
one of his humongous bedroom windows. He had a gorgeous view of what lay behind
the mansion. There before him was an almost endless sea of trees, only
disrupted by a mountain range somewhere in the very far distance. He saw a bird
take flight somewhere near the mountains and knew that in the past he never would
have been able to see that far. It was then his wings made themselves known as
they sort of twitched uncontrollably for a few seconds. It was almost as if
they were protesting against the restraints and trying to stretch themselves as
far as possible. Draco shuddered momentarily as pleasant sensations briefly
coursed through his new bound appendages struggling and rubbing against their
restraints.
When his wings were again under his
control, the first thought that came to Draco�s mind was of a green-eyed boy
lying alone on an uncomfortable infirmary bed at Hogwarts instead of his
upcoming conversation with his parents. He was getting used to constantly
thinking of Harry Potter that he no longer questioned it. He simply accepted it
as part of his daily routine. Knowing that it was better to confront his
parents sooner rather than later, however, Draco put all thoughts of Harry in
the back of his mind for the moment. He summoned Dipsy and immediately he heard
a crack and saw his loyal house-elf appear by the side of his grand bed.
�You summoned Dipsy, Master Draco?
How may Dipsy be serving Master Draco, Sir?� the house-elf asked politely as
she took a deep bow, which made her floppy ears brush against the black
carpeted floor.
�Are my parents awake yet, Dipsy?�
�Yes, Master Draco. Master Lucius
and the Mistress are almost being done having breakfast in the dining room.
Master Lucius will be heading into his study soon and Mistress Narcissa has
having expressed a desire to take a walk in the gardens.�
�Have you informed them of my
return yet?�
�Not yet, Master Draco. Is Master
Draco wanting Dipsy to tell the Master and the Mistress of his arrival, Sir?�
�Please do, Dipsy. And tell my
parents that I require a moment of their time. Tell them I shall meet them in
the downstairs parlor near the south side gardens.� Although Draco gave Dipsy
the orders calmly, he was far from feeling calm on the inside. A part of him
wanted to tell Dipsy to keep his presence from his parents. But as a house-elf
of the Malfoy estate, Dipsy would eventually have to inform his father, the
Master of the manor.
Dipsy noticed the tension in her
Master�s body but she knew it was not her place to ask, only to serve her
Master to the best of her ability. �Dipsy will having it be done right away,
Master Draco.� And with another deep bow Dipsy once again popped out of Draco�s
sight.
Breathing deeply to help calm
himself, Draco hopped off his bed and started to get himself ready. He went
through his closet door and started to search for a suitable ensemble. He took
out some plain looking black robes made from the finest velvet-like material
and changed into them. He then took out his shrunken trunks from the pockets of
his discarded school robes but he did not bother enlarging them again. He
simply pocketed them into his new robes. He exited his bedroom and passed the
bathroom into the receiving area. Before completely exiting his chambers,
however, something caught his eye through the open door of his study across the
receiving area.
He entered through the study door.
All the walls were lined with shelves and filled with ancient looking tomes.
Since his parents were not ones for family bonding moments, Draco occupied all
his free time with reading ever since his childhood. His study was packed with
all manner of books that he acquired from travels and random purchases or as
presents. As he stood in his study he searched for what caught his attention in
the first place. When he finally found it he saw it was a large leather-bound
tome with no title or any other distinguishing marks other than the golden
patterns on the spine that caught Draco�s attention. When Draco opened it he
found that the pages were velum and the ink used was in fact made from
crushed gems. �It must be quite old. I don�t remember having it though. Maybe
Dipsy found it and thought I might like it.� His house-elf had a habit of
bringing Draco tomes that she thought he might enjoy. Making a note to thank
Dipsy the next time he saw her, Draco shrunk the tome and pocketed it as well
before heading out into the main hall and toward the parlor.

When Draco arrived at the parlor,
his parents were already seated on two overstuffed leather chairs waiting for
him. As Draco entered Lucius looked up from the document he was scanning and
Narcissa looked up from what looked to be like another invitation to a garden party
or other. Draco made a very slight bow with his head before he greeted his
parents.
�Father, Mother, good morning. How
have you been while I was away?� Draco knew decorum dictated that pleasantries
be dealt with first before discussing heavier topics. And buying himself more
time did not sound very unappealing.
�Good morning, Draco. Your mother
and I have been well. But tell us, what brings you back home before the end of
term?� As his father asked the question, Draco saw the narrowing of the older
wizard�s eyes. No doubt his father was expecting him to confess to getting into
trouble at Hogwarts and getting expelled. If only that were his problem.
�Well, Father, Mother, there is a
matter of great import that has happened during my most recent stay at
Hogwarts. I assure you that I have not been expelled and there are absolutely
no problems with my studies. What I have come to discuss is an entirely
different matter.� As he finished his statement, Draco saw the formation of a
tiny crease between his mother�s brows and the slight tightening of his
father�s lips.
His parents made no attempt at
speech, however, so Draco took it as permission to continue. �A few days after
my return to Hogwarts I started to feel quite unwell until I was made helpless
by excruciating pain that overcame my body.� Draco saw worry appear in his
mother�s eyes but she still did not speak. �It went on for a week until I found
myself waking up in the middle of the Forbidden Forest. I felt different and
when I took a closer look I was different.�
His mother finally spoke up and
asked, �What are you trying to tell us, darling?�
Draco looked into her eyes and saw
genuine concern. And then he looked into his father�s eyes and all he saw was
cold indifference. Without answering his mother�s question, Draco began to undo
the top half of his robes. As he shrugged out of part of his clothing he took
out his wand and took off the restraints. As if appreciating the freedom, Draco
felt his wings hum with pleasure. However, he fought the urge to shudder while
standing in the face of his parents� scrutiny. Draco stretched his wings as far
as he could and he heard his mother�s sharp gasp. When he looked toward her,
she had one of her dainty hands over her lips and a shocked expression on her
lovely face. But something about the look on her face made Draco momentarily
think that her shock encompassed more than just his new body parts. When he
looked toward his father he noticed that the cold indifference had transformed
into furious disapproval.
Draco said nothing as he stood
there, only observing his parents� reactions. It seemed like an eternity before
either his mother or father spoke and his wings started to twitch agitatedly.
Finally he saw the look on his father�s face change once again into a blank
mask and his mother�s shock had once again turned to worry. Draco noticed his
mother furtively casting concerned glances between his father and himself.
While looking straight into Draco�s eyes, Lucius snapped his fingers and Dipsy
appeared.
When the house-elf popped into the
parlor she was immediately met by the sight of a winged Draco. She stared
wide-eyed at her Master before Lucius caught her attention with another snap.
Shaking herself out of her stupor, Dipsy bowed low to Lucius and asked, �What
may Dipsy be doing for you, Master Lucius, Sir?�
Draco tried to remain calm as his
father continued to look at him. His heart was pounding and his palms were
sweating profusely. His throat was going dry and he could feel his skin itching
like it did a few nights ago. His wings were twitching even more the longer his
father continued to just stare blankly at him. And then Lucius spoke. And even
though the Malfoy patriarch spoke in a quiet tone, Draco heard his words almost
as if he were screaming them.
�Dipsy, please escort this young
man off the premises. And see to it that someone comes to change the wards
around the estate.�
Both Dipsy and Narcissa let out
sharp gasps at Lucius� harsh words. But Draco remained silent as he witnessed
his father callously disown him. When Dipsy made no move to escort Draco,
Lucius gave her a sharp kick in the side and the house-elf let out a pained
squeak. Draco turned to his mother for an instant but he knew she would not
speak. He smiled ruefully at her and then turned hardened eyes to his father.
�That won�t be necessary. I will
see myself off the grounds, Lord Malfoy. Have a pleasant day.� As Draco spoke
the words, he felt as if they were not coming from his own mouth. He felt very
removed from the scene before him. He bowed to both Lucius and Narcissa and
turned on his heel. He spared no backward glance to the couple and walked out
of the parlor and the manor with his head held high and his wings proudly in
display. Perhaps it was finally time for him to use some connections that he
had formed when he started helping with the rebuilding efforts without his
parents� knowledge.

Hermione woke up with a feeling
that she had to be in the infirmary immediately, so she hurriedly got a hold of
both Ginny and Ron and dragged them with her to see their sleeping friend. When
they reached the infirmary Madame Pomfrey was just about to examine Harry. The
three friends hastened to her side and crowded around Harry�s bed.
As Madame Pomfrey prepared to cast
the first of her usual diagnostic spells, she let out a loud gasp. She saw
Harry�s face frown slightly before the placid expression returned to his face.
For an instant she considered whether she was imagining the flash of discomfort
on Harry�s face or not until she heard Hermione squeak out Harry�s name.
�Harry, mate�?� Ron spoke up in a
disbelieving tone, unwilling to get his hopes too high over Harry�s possible
awakening.
�Harry, Harry! Please wake up!
Harry!� Ginny also noticed Harry stirring and called to him louder than the
others. She kept urging the sleeping savior to awaken. She was about to grab
Harry�s shoulder and shake him awake when his eyes scrunched tight before they
started to slowly flutter open.

Harry�s body registered nothing but
pain for a few seconds. He felt stiff and sore all over. Someone was calling to
him. The voice grew louder and louder as he was coming to. The pain was already
receding. As he attempted to look around him to see the face behind the voice
he knew there was too much bright light around and instinctively shut his eyes
tighter before allowing them to open.
When he finally managed to open his
eyes the first face he saw was a pale-skinned girl with a few freckles on her
pretty face and bright red hair. Her blue eyes were staring intently at his
face. He knew that face but full recognition was slow in coming. But Harry was
simply glad that he finally saw the mysterious voice�s face. And yet, as Harry
thought this he felt a minor pang in his chest, but the feeling disappeared as
quickly as it came and Harry thought nothing of it.

The dark-haired young man was once
again in the shady streets of Knockturn Alley. A couple of weeks have passed
since his first visit to Borgin and Burke�s. As he became a regular visitor to
the seedy Dark Arts shop, he also befriended the unsuspecting Borgin. As he
thought about how he had managed to charm his way into the daily life of the
gullible man, he could not help but let out a derisive snort. He expected more
of a challenge. A wizard who dealt in the Dark Arts and proclaimed to be an
expert on dark artifacts should be more vigilant and less trusting of handsome
young men with charming smiles and eager curiosity for anything related to the
Dark Arts.
The youth maneuvered himself
through the eerie streets and arrived at the aforementioned shop. When he
stepped through the door, the bell rang and Borgin looked up from the shop
counter. The dark-haired young man put on a friendly face and gave out an easy
smile. The shop owner bowed his head slightly and that was enough of an indication
for the youth to come forward.
�Good morning, Mr. Borgin.� The
young man greeted the oily-haired owner as per the usual start of their
conversations for the past few days.
�What are you up to today, Damien?�
asked the shop owner in his oily voice.
�Actually, Sir, I was wondering if
you might be able to assist me in my search for a particular dark item.� Damien
knew it was finally time to initiate the first part of his plan. He had to
establish rapport with the shop owner first before he could go ahead with his
schemes. If he was able to get Borgin to hand over what he needed willingly,
then there was less of a chance of his plans being discovered before it was
time.
�And what item might that be, young
man?� Borgin had a look of bemusement on his face. For the past couple of weeks
this dark-haired youth had been frequenting his shop. Everyday the young man
looked around his shop and observed his wares, paying close attention to some
of the musty looking tomes on the shelves. Borgin immediately knew the youth
was searching for something. And when Damien Marcus finally approached him a
few days ago he was surprised when all the lad asked about was the history
behind some of his goods. Nevertheless the shop owner saw no harm in satisfying
the lad�s curiosity and something about the young man made him feel enough at
ease to have a pleasant conversation, or as pleasant a conversation people can
have over dark artifacts with gruesome pasts. But now his initial suspicions
were finally confirmed and Borgin was curious about what Damien needed.
�What I�m looking for is in fact a
muggle artifact. It is called the Malleaus Maleficarum. I heard about it a
while back and got curious about its contents. Most muggles nowadays no longer
believe in witchcraft, but a few centuries back many people read that book and
believed otherwise. I merely want to see for myself what a muggle has to say
about wizarding kind.� As he talked about the Malleus, Damien furtively
observed the look on Borgin�s face. He saw the fleeting look of surprise on
Borgin�s face. He was fairly certain that Borgin had the book. A few years
back, before Damien disappeared from wizarding Britain, his father mentioned
how he left the Malleus in Borgin and Burke�s a long time ago and most dark wizards
were too proud to have use for something created by muggles, much less purchase
it. Damien then entertained the possibility of Borgin having gotten rid of the
muggle book. He was not able to continue on that train of thought, however, as
Borgin asked him a question.
�What need would you have of a
muggle tome, Damien?� Something about Borgin�s tone and expression convinced
Damien that the book was, in fact, still in Borgin�s possession.
�As I�ve mentioned, Sir, I am
merely curious.� When Damien saw the brief look of suspicion on Borgin�s face,
he knew he had to tread carefully. �I was reading some wizard�s memoir a few
days back and that book was mentioned. He attributed his daughter�s death and
the death of many other inexperienced young witches to that book. I simply
wanted to know how one book led Muggles to killing our kind.� Damien saw
Borgin�s suspicious look slowly disappear and he knew he just needed one more
little push. �Is it actually impossible to find the book, Mr. Borgin? I had hoped
that you might have information on it since it is sort of a dark book.�
If Borgin felt indignant at
Damien�s last comment he did not show it. Instead, he simply told the young man
what he knew. �The book was written by a Muggle Inquisitor. It talks about how
to spot and interrogate witches. I�m afraid I myself haven�t read the book, so
I can�t tell you much more than that.� For a moment Damien thought that Borgin
was not going to say any more on the subject. He was prepared to put the man
under the Imperius curse to get the book but the old man continued. �However,
coincidentally I found a copy of that book years ago. I keep it in the back
room since most of my customers would be quite displeased seeing a muggle item
on the shelves. I myself don�t understand why I kept such a ridiculous thing.�
�Would it be possible for me to see
the book?� Damien was careful not to sound too eager at the prospect of finally
getting his hands on the Malleus.
�Come around the counter. I�ll show
you the book in the back. Can�t have other customers knowing I carry muggle
items.�
�Of course.� Damien followed Borgin
into the back room of the shop. At the end of the room was a shelf teeming with
dark tomes. But one book in particular looked dustier than the others as if it
had been left there untouched for years. Borgin grabbed the dusty book and was
about to hand it to Damien. Before he could give the young man the book, Borgin
momentarily thought the young man was someone else. For an instant he
remembered another charming, handsome, dark-haired youth whom he had been
acquainted with in the distant past. It was around the end of that acquaintance
that Borgin happened to find the Malleus in the shop�s back room, just lying on
a table. He never thought anything of it before so he simply left it on a
shelf. Looking at Damien now, Borgin noticed the similarities between the lad
and the young Tom Riddle. But truly, what harm could a young man do with a mere
muggle book? And so Borgin handed Damien the Malleus.
Damien leafed through the pages. He
made sure to make himself seem fascinated by what was on the pages. He put the
book down on a nearby table and made sure Borgin could see the plain Latin
inscriptions as well. After all, Damien knew the book would only reveal its
true nature once the one who was meant to use it willed it to do so. As Damien
made himself look completely engrossed by the Malleus, Borgin tried hard to see
something other than curiosity and fascination on the young man�s face. When he
saw nothing else he came up beside the youth and said the words Damien had been
wanting to hear. �Take the book with you, Damien. I don�t want that muggle
artifact in my shop any longer.�

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Hope you enjoyed
the chapter. I felt bad for Draco so it was hard to write.
I�m pretty much
throwing away my outline since I�ve deviated quite a bit from it. I�m now just
letting the story take me wherever it wants to go. And of course taking into
account my absent friend�s previous requests and suggestions. Wings were
definitely a request from her. Others are more than welcome to add their ideas.
Ciao!
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