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Life Altering Moments	By : BloodyRedQueen Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 6833 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, not myself, nor do I make any money off of this work

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Chapter 5: Memories and Books

Harry sighed, brushing a hand through his shaggy dark hair as he stared at the piece of parchment in front of him. Since the injury he hadn’t really been able to go into any of the careers he had initially wanted to enroll in, so instead he had done something completely off the beaten track; writing. Harry Potter novels, books about his adventures at school with his friends were becoming extremely popular. The novels themselves were a mix between biography and adventure fiction since half the time the stuff that had gone on was almost to weird to be considered real.

He had gotten permission from his friends to write about them, though he was careful to try and not reveal to much ‘personal’ information, unless it was his own. His editor was screaming for his blood currently, or at least her Howler had made him feel that way. His rough draft of his third book was due in two weeks and unfortunately the wheel chair bound man had yet to start. It’s not that he didn’t know what he wanted to write it was just that he kept getting side tracked in memories.

Being sick yesterday and spending the day in bed with Draco had really helped him to remember the earlier days of their relationship, the tentative dates, Draco getting the ‘talk’ from Ron and Hermione and a plethora of other random moments that had helped them get to where they were today. A small smile played over his light pink lips as he fell into a day dream of sorts, his quill dripping ink all over his clean parchment as he was lost in memory.

-Flash Back-

“Harry are you sure you can handle going on a date? I mean Ron or I could go with you, just to make sure” Hermione said, her hands beating the air needlessly as she looked down at her friends. The green eyed teen let out a small sigh, he was frustrated, he was nineteen years old, he could handle going on one bloody date.

“Yea Mate, I don’t mind tagging along especially since whoever you’re going to see probably doesn’t know how to handle your needs and stuff” Ron pipped up, nodding along with his girlfriend as if they were a pair of bobble heads.

“I’m fine guys” Harry ground out, his voice harsh even to his own ears. “I’m not a child and I’m capable of handling myself. I know you guys worry about me, but I’m fine” He said, turning his chair and heading out the door. He couldn’t stand it, the constant fussing, Hermione chasing him around the house like he was a misbehaving toddler, Ron’s constant questions about how he was feeling. It was all getting to be to much, far to much.

Shaking his head he meandered down the road towards the restaurant where he and Draco had agreed to meet. He hadn’t told Ron and Hermione who he was going on a date with, obviously, since they’d only freak out and try and forbid him or something. That was another thing that drove him insane, this belief that they could tell him what he could and couldn’t do. Yes he was living with them currently, but only until he found a suitable place of his own. He sighed, pushing his way into the restaurant and glancing around.

“Ah Mr. Potter just yourself this evening?” The hostess asked, smiling down at him.

“No Larissa, I’m meeting someone” Harry admitted, a light blush creeping into his cheeks.

“Oh” Larissa waggled her eyebrows, before escorting him to a private table in the corner. The restaurant was reasonably fancy, though nothing to over the top. It had charming low hanging lights and a cozy atmosphere with a large fire place located discreetly in the back for those arriving by floo.

Positioning himself at the table, Harry ordered himself a drink and got comfortable. He still couldn’t believe he was going on a date with Draco Malfoy of all people but time had changed them both. Draco had just been signed on as starting seeker for the England International team, a position Harry had once dreamed of having. He was happy for the man in all honesty, though he was just a tiny bit jealous.

Startled out of his musings by a shadow, Harry glanced around only to have his eyes land on Draco.

“Oh” Harry said, mentally kicking himself. “Hey, sorry I was a bit out of it” He blushed again.

“No need to apologize” Draco said smoothly, sliding into the chair across from Harry and glancing around the restaurant.

“Nice place” The blonde commented, grinning at the man.

“Yea I come here often, I like it” Harry said, shrugging as a waitress he didn’t recognize appeared with menus.

-End Flash Back-

The night of their first date had continued on in that manner. The topics of discussion ranged from Quidditch to their Hogwarts Years and back again. Harry remembered finding it amazing that he could talk to Draco so easily and how comfortable he felt with the man. The dating had continued like that for a few months before Harry had finally gotten up the courage to tell Ron and ‘Mione.

He shuddered at the thought, they had been furious. Hermione had screamed at him, basically telling him he shouldn’t be dating in the first place and if he was going to be so callous and immature he should lose the privilege of dating altogether. Harry secretly believed that during his time living with her she had tried out her parenting skills on him. If Hermione had been furious Ron had been well Ron. It had been horrifying to watch his best friend of so many years lose it like that. Draco had always inspired the worst emotions in Ron but this had been a whole new level of hatred. He had told Harry it was either them or Malfoy and if it was Malfoy to pack his things and get the “Fuck out of MY house”. Harry had been stunned at the time, but now looking back, it had been one of the best things Ron had ever done.

Harry had promptly moved out, that night in fact not so much because of the ultimatum but because of the harshness of his friends. He had arrived around midnight on Draco’s doorstep, having taken the Knight bus. The blonde had been, needless to say, rather surprised after all one does not just appear, unannounced at Malfoy Manor. But he had taken it in stride, let Harry cry his eyes out on his shoulder and then had got him settled in a nice bedroom.

It wasn’t long after that night that the couple had become engaged and set about purchasing their own house.

Still caught up in memories, Harry didn’t notice Draco walking in the door. He was covered in mud from Quidditch practice and had an angry red mark on his cheek from a stray bludger. Lounging in the doorway, Draco paused and watched his husband for a moment. It was clear that Harry had gotten little done in the ways of writing that afternoon, unless one counted ink all over his parchment as the start of a novel. Smirking to himself, he slipped further in the room and promptly wrapped his arms around Harry from behind, scaring the raven haired man rather badly.

Harry let out a startled yelp, his wand appearing in his hand the minute someone touched him from behind. Cool lips on his neck and water running down his face made him realize who it was, and sheepishly he returned his wand to his wrist holster before turning his neck and glowering at his husband.

“A little warning next time? I almost hexed you” Harry groused, shaking his head in mock annoyance at the man he loved.

“Sorry love” Draco said, raising his hands in defense of himself. “You going to tell me the reason for that silly grin plastered on your face?” He drawled, arching an eyebrow at Harry.

“Just reminiscing” Harry replied with a shrug, “Ew, oh Dray you’re covered in mud” Harry whined, “And now I am too” He glared at Draco, shaking his head in annoyance.

“Go shower” He said, shoving his husband away from his side, “While I go change clothes. You know Mipsy’s going to have your head for tracking mud all over clean house” Harry threatened, half tempted to call the elf. She was a formidable force when annoyed and he wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of one of her lectures.

Walking into the living room, freshly showered, Draco noticed a pile of post sitting on the table. Sighing he wandered over when an oddly coloured envelope caught his eye. Frowning, the blonde leaned over and grabbed it, casting a few spells to make sure that it wasn’t dangerous or anything. After ascertaining that the letter was in fact just a letter, he opened it carefully, reading over the script with a scowl.

Dear Draco,

I hope this letter finds you well, no actually I don’t. I hope you’re suffering immensely.

Anyway, in case you haven’t figured it out yet, this is Theo, you know? Theodore Nott your ex. Friend? I’ve had a few years to think about everything that happened that night? You remember that night don’t you Dray? The night you decided your relationship with Potter was worth more then eighteen years of friendship. I’m writing to tell you that I haven’t forgotten Draco, not at all. I also figure that you’ve had your few years of good fortune and so has your husband. So, this is just to warn you that things are going to get messy. The wizarding world-your world- has lived far to long with comfort. I’m changing that, the Dark Lord had it right Draco. Not the whole getting rid of mudbloods nonsense, but the other thing. The killing Harry Fucking Potter thing.

Yes Draco, that is what I am going to do, when you least expect it, when it will cause you the most pain I am going to take him from you. You always thought you could have everything Malfoy, even back in school. Well its time you learned that Perfect little Draco Malfoy can’t have everything.

Regards,

Theo

Draco’s hands shook violently as he read and re-read the letter. Harry couldn’t know, his husband had lived so, so long with the threat of danger over his head he was loath to subject him to that again. No, Harry couldn’t know. He sighed, before taking out a piece of parchment and writing a letter to Severus and his parents, they’d help, they’d help keep Harry safe. He would do that, he would keep his husband safe without telling him he was in danger to begin with. Damn Theo anyway.

Cursing, Draco tossed the letter and envelope into the nearby fire place. No Harry couldn’t know.
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