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Peverell's Children	By : Zakaira Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 27078 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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            “It’s Quidditch practice tonight,” Ginny reminded Harry at breakfast the next morning.

            “Yeah, I know, but I won’t be able to make it, not with Snape’s detentions. You can handle it for me- I trust you,” Harry replied.

            “Yeah and if any blockheads get out of line, I got your back,” Ron added.

            “Are you gonna be able to play at all? What about our next match? Should I be practicing to fill your spot?” Ginny asked.

            “I’ll be able to play Gin. I plan on spending loads of time practicing this weekend,” Harry replied.

            “Well maybe we should move our Friday practice to Saturday, that way you can do some more coaching,” Ginny suggested.

            “That’d be fantastic! Gin, you’re great at this team captain thing; you’re coming up with great ideas already,” Harry replied.

            “Thanks, but I’m just filling in for you until you get out of detention, not taking your job,” Ginny replied.

            After that Harry concentrated on eating for a few minutes, but his attention was once again caught by a conversation occurring around him at the Gryffindor table.

            “Yeah, it was awesome! There’s so much owl shite all over the place that it takes Filch hours to clean! Snape fixed it yesterday, but I’m gonna set off another explosion tonight,” Seamus was saying.

            “Oi! Seamus, I had to clean up all that owl shite and I’ll have to clean it up again if you do that,” Harry said.

            “Sorry Harry, I’d forgotten about your detentions,” Seamus replied.

            “Well I have three hours’ worth every day for the next month, so I’d prefer it, if all of you’d stay out of trouble and not make any messes for me to clean by hand,” Harry replied.

            “That’s rough. It’s too bad that Snape was the one who found you. If it’d been Hagrid, you’d’ve gotten off a lot lighter,” Dean chipped in.

            “No, I’m lucky it was Snape, because he knew the counter curse to the curse I used, when I didn’t even know what that curse did. If it would’ve been any other professor, Malfoy would’ve died and I’d be expelled by now,” Harry replied.

            “How is Malfoy? He’s still not sitting at the Slytherin table,” Neville said.

            “He was worse last night. He had an infection, but now that Madam Pomfrey figured that out and treated it, he should be better soon,” Harry replied.

            “An infection! Blimey Harry, how’d he get an infection?” Neville asked.

            “Yeah, infections are really rare in the wizarding world,” Seamus added.

            “Well I cut open his chest in the middle of the boy’s dirty bathroom! And Snape knitted it back together right there too. I’d like to see you survive that and not get a little sick,” Harry replied.

            “Let the man eat, we’ve got to get to class,” Ron said, indicating Harry’s barely touched bowl of oatmeal. Ron himself was on his third helping.

            And so Harry scarfed down the remainder of his breakfast before dashing off with Ron and Hermione to transfigurations. After that he had a free period, so he decided to check on Malfoy in the hospital wing.

            “How’re you feeling?” Harry asked.

            “Brilliant! Madam Pomfrey’s gonna let me go today,” Draco replied, sitting up in bed now that he had someone to talk to. “Maybe I’ll make it down to lunch in the Great Hall.” There was only an hour left until lunch, but he felt great and Madam Pomfrey should release him any minute now.

            “Really? No more fever or infection?” Harry asked concerned.

            “Nope. I passed all her little medical tests this morning,” Draco answered. He left out that he had passed all her medical tests every morning, but that was because she hadn’t been checking him for possible infections.

            “Then why hasn’t she let you go yet?” Harry asked. “You could’ve gone to your morning class.”

            “Um…” Draco didn’t really want to tell Potter this part. He was embarrassed.

            “What, didn’t that potion I gave you work?” Harry whispered. He didn’t want Madam Pomfrey to overhear.

            “No, it’s working, I can tell,” Draco reluctantly admitted. He didn’t want Potter to know this personal information, but unfortunately, Potter already knew most of it.

            “Then what is it?” Harry asked.

            “I fell again, alright? Happy now?” Draco asked annoyed, but determined that he wasn’t going to start crying again, especially not in front of Potter. He had done too much of that the day before.

            “You fell?” Harry repeated, not knowing what else to say.

            “Yeah, Professor Snape came by to get me out of bed and I thought I could do it…” Draco trailed off.

            “And you fell,” Harry finished for him.

            “Yeah, but I did a lot better. I got halfway across the room this time,” Draco said.

            “That’s good,” Harry replied. “I’m sure you’ll be on your feet again in no time. That potion just needed a little more time to work.”

            “Yeah probably. I’m hoping I’ll be out by lunch, but listen Potter, you can’t keep coming to see me: I’ve got an image to protect,” Draco said.

            “Oh, you don’t want to be seen with me, I get it,” Harry said, not really getting it. Why was Malfoy willing to kiss him and be wanked by him, but didn’t want to be seen with him? ‘It must be the blood purity thing.’

            “As long as mother is still in the hands of the Dark Lord, I can’t have anyone knowing that I don’t completely hate you,” Draco said. He wasn’t sure how he felt about Potter. He hated what Potter did to him in the loo, but Potter wanted to help rescue his mother and that went a long way with him; less that complete hate seemed to sum up those feelings nicely.

            “You’re worried about the other Slytherins reporting back to their Death Eater parents and Voldemort finding out?” Harry asked, finally getting it.

            “Yeah, of course I am! Everything I do gets back to father and the Dark Lord. It’s like our old defense teacher always said, ‘Constant vigilance.’ I have to constantly pick fights and insult the right people or they’ll find out,” Draco said.

            Suddenly it all clicked for Harry: Malfoy was putting on an act most of the time. He was towing the Death Eater Spawn line in public, but in private he didn’t really seem to care about all that blood purity nonsense. “You don’t care about the pureblood thing?” Harry asked amazed, just to make sure he had interpreted Malfoy’s statement correctly.

            “Yes I still care about pureblood standards. No one is ever gonna want to marry me now that I’m not a virgin. There was a reason I was saving myself for marriage!” Draco hissed.

            “Oh,” Harry said, not knowing how to respond to that.

            “Wanking is one thing, but I would’ve never agreed to penetration, even if my mother wasn’t in danger.”

            “Um, sorry. I didn’t know. Are all pure-bloods virgins until their wedding day?” Harry asked curiously.

            “No, not all of us, but you don’t get the good contracts if you’re not. Just look at what happened to Vincent’s mum- she’s smart, pretty, and from a good family, but word got out she was a slag and she ended up having to settle for Mr. Crabbe and got landed with Vincent. She’s not even his real mum; Aurors killed his real mum and Mr. Crabbe was so desperate to have a wife to look after the baby that he settled for Mrs. Crabbe. I don’t want that to happen to me,” Draco replied.

            “I don’t want that to happen to you either, but I don’t understand the bit about contracts,” Harry admitted.

            “Marriage contracts. They say how much assets each party brings into the marriage from their parents and what they stand to inherit and what not. Being the only heir to the Malfoy estate, I could’ve gotten any wizard I wanted, even with a Death Eater father, but now, no one is gonna want me,” Draco replied.

            “I still want you. Can I put in for a contract?” Harry asked. He still hadn’t given much thought to the whole being gay thing- he knew now that he was gay, but hadn’t thought about marrying a man- but he was attracted to Malfoy, he felt bad for what he had done, and he wanted to make it right.

            “Yeah, anyone can. Just have your lawyer send it over to my lawyer. Father’s still in Azkaban, so any decision will have to wait until he gets out and he’s not gonna accept a contract from you as long as the Dark Lord is still around. Is doesn’t do to marry your heir off to a marked man.” Draco didn’t know why he was telling Potter all of this. Odds were that the Dark Lord would kill Potter soon and that he would never get around to putting together a marriage contract, and in that case, it wouldn’t really matter what he told Potter. On the other hand, if it went the other way and Potter won, then he’d be the savior of the wizarding world. Being married to the savior of the wizarding world sounded better than being the son of Death Eaters, even if said savior had raped him.

            “Won’t my dirty blood taint your family’s name?” Harry asked, still confused over the pureblood thing. ‘Why isn’t Malfoy more concerned about it?’

            “No, father did a pretty good job of tainting our name himself. If the Dark Lord wins, the best case scenario is that we get mother back and the three of us go into hiding; father’s still out of favor with him and once he finds out that I’ve failed my task…well, there’s no recovering from that. On the other hand, if you kill him, then the best case scenario would involve marrying me off to someone on your side of the war and trying to save face.”

            “So my celebrity makes up for my blood status?” Harry asked flippantly, rethinking his chivalrous attitude. He didn’t want Malfoy if Malfoy wanted him because he was the bloody boy who lived.

            “To father, it goes a long ways. To mother and the rest of the family, the sheer quantity of magic you possess qualifies you as pureblooded, because it’s not just about not marrying muggles. Your mum was muggle-born, not muggle, and you’re very powerful; grandfather would say your blood is pure enough.”

            “And that’s what’s most important?” Harry asked, annoyed with Malfoy again.

            “No, that’s what’s most important to them. I’ve always wanted to marry for love, but I probably won’t live that long,” Draco replied sadly. The Dark Lord would kill him and his mother just as soon as he finds out about what happened in that loo.

            “Great!” Harry exclaimed, relieved and happy to hear how Malfoy really felt about blood purity. “So I’ll have a contract made up and send it over to your parents just as soon as I take care of Voldemort.”

            “You’d seriously consider that?” Draco asked perplexed. He still didn’t know if he wanted Potter to. Potter had just done the most awful thing that had ever happened to him and now he was talking about asking his parents to marry him? This just didn’t make sense.

            “Yeah…um, I fancy you,” Harry answered. He was hesitant to admit it, but Malfoy just looked so hurt and vulnerable that Harry didn’t think he would get it thrown back in his face. Besides, after what happened in the bathroom, it was pretty clear that Harry fancied him, although it did take Harry a bit of thinking about it to admit it to himself. The only thing that was still bothering him was what to call Malfoy. He didn’t feel right referring to him by his last name anymore, but Malfoy hadn’t said it was okay to call him Draco either. And after the incident in the bathroom, Harry didn’t want to take any liberties with him.

            “You’ve a funny way of showing it,” Draco replied curtly.

            “Yeah, I know. But I said I would make it up to you; I’m still gonna help rescue your mum,” Harry replied.

            “Yeah?” Draco’s mood lifted a bit when he thought about seeing his mother soon.

            “Did you talk with Snape? Is he gonna help?” Harry asked. The quickest way to get Malfoy’s mum away from Voldemort was for Snape to do it.

            “Yeah, I talked to him this morning. We agreed that he’d retrieve mother this weekend and take her to your house to hide out,” Draco answered.

            “Did you tell him about the task?” Harry asked. He still didn’t know what the task was and he was hoping Malfoy would tell him, but he also didn’t want to pry if Malfoy didn’t want to share. He was curious, but he also didn’t want to lose ground by being too nosey.

            “Yeah, but I didn’t have any working plans. He said not to worry and that he’d do it himself,” Draco replied, trying not to give too much away. He deliberately left out the part about how he had told Professor Snape how he imperiused Madam Rosmerta. Professor Snape said he would take care of it and modify Madam Rosmerta’s memory so that she wouldn’t remember any of it.

            Draco had told Professor Snape about his failed attempts with the vanishing cabinet and Professor Snape had told Draco that it’d be easier if Professor Snape just Avada’ed the old man himself. They’d both have to go into hiding from the Order after that, so his professor wanted to wait until the end of the school year to do it. Draco had been worried that that would just put him and his mother back in the hands of the Dark Lord, but Professor Snape had suggested that they turn their villa in France into their own fidelius safe house. He and mother would go there and hide out until the end of the war and Professor Snape would go off to join the Dark Lord by himself.

            “Well then everything’s settled,” Harry concluded.

            “Yeah. I’m hoping that Professor Snape’ll take me to see mother as soon as he rescues her. He said he’d take me if Dumbledore allows it,” Draco replied.

            “If he doesn’t, I’ll talk Dumbledore into it. I’ve got an in with the old man,” Harry said smiling.

            “Brilliant!” Draco exclaimed, before thinking better of it. “Don’t go telling the old man about us- or any of your little friends for that matter- we can be civil to each other in private, but in public, I still hate your guts and want to feed them to blast ended skrewts. I suggest you do the same.”

            “Well can we at least meet in secret?” Harry asked hopefully. He was enjoying his little talks with Malfoy and he didn’t want to pretend that they had never come to an understanding. Malfoy was hot and he wanted a chance to work up to asking him out on a date.

            “Not unless something important happens that we absolutely need to talk about, like if mother’s in danger,” Draco replied. He didn’t know where this- whatever it was- with Potter was going, but he didn’t want to set himself up for more trouble. What if Potter tried to rape him again? Or kiss him? Potter was hot and there was no reason to encourage him when the Dark Lord was still a very real threat.

            “Okay, but maybe we can have some secret way of signaling the other that we need to talk? I want to hear how your mum’s doing once Snape rescues her,” Harry said thinking about the charmed fake galleons Hermione had made for Dumbledore’s army.

            “Maybe. What do you have in mind?” Draco asked hesitantly.

            Harry told Malfoy about the charmed coins and Malfoy agreed to take one, so Harry ran up to the Gryffindor common room to find Hermione and get her to make a special pair of coins for him and Malfoy. Hermione did and Harry ran back down to the hospital wing to deliver Malfoy’s coin to him, before joining his friends for lunch and heading to his afternoon class. After class he worked on homework, before heading to dinner.

            Dinner was a bit of a shock, because Draco was newly returned to sitting at the Slytherin table. Everyone was crowding around him and asking him questions regarding his injury; they all seemed to want to know what curse Harry had used and the details of his near-death experience. Draco seemed to be eating the attention up, retelling the gory details of the sectumsempra curse, but not mentioning any of the rest of it. Harry even heard him mention something about what his father would do as soon as he breaks out of Azkaban.

            Harry tried his best to ignore Draco, knowing that it was all an act, but he bumped into him when he got up to go to Snape’s detention.

            “Oi, watch it Scar-head! If you run me over I might have a relapse and die for real this time,” Draco snapped. It felt good to be back on normal ground where he could insult Potter freely.

            “Sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going,” Harry replied, not quite knowing what to say. Should he insult Malfoy back? That seemed a bit uncalled for seeing as Draco was barely out of the hospital wing after a near-death experience he had caused.

            “Of course not. You never do. My father should’ve gotten rid of you when he had the chance,” Draco said, giving Potter an easy one. It was a perfect set up for Potter to mention how father was in Azkaban thanks to him and his little army.

            “Yeah, but I gotta run or I’ll be late for Snape’s detention,” Harry replied, ducking away and heading to Snape’s office. That was a bit awkward, but at least he got away from Malfoy without insulting him or obviously not insulting him.

            Draco was left flabbergasted in the Great Hall. He had given Potter the perfect set up and he hadn’t taken it. Maybe Potter really did like him…well if that was the case, he was going to have to arrange another one of their little meetings to have a chat with him about keeping face in public. Potter would have to continue to fight with him until the end of term at least, even if his mother were rescued this weekend. His dorm mates wouldn’t be such docile little lambs if they didn’t think he was the lead Death Eater among their group. He could be cursed in his sleep if the Carrow girls found out… Hestia and her sister Flora were next in line and were already talking about taking the mark as soon as term ended.

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