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Fate Falls	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 36378 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A/N - Sooo... it's sooner than next week... after re-reading this one, it feels done... I just don't see anything else to add to this chapter... ENJOY! (P.S. further chapters will take a while. :( Sorry)
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Chapter 5 - A Malfoy Miracle

It had been almost two months since Harry had spoken to Mrs. Malfoy, but he had finally received confirmation for a meeting between them, Harry and the Headmaster. Harry and Draco had grown as friends over the last two months, they ate together a lot, talked of Quidditch, classes and many other topics. Harry found they had more things in common than he had imagined at first.
He really like the man he was beginning to know, the butterflies never seemed to go away, whenever Draco would look at him. Harry liked it, he felt alive. The trio had been dubbed the golden quartet. Which Harry smiled at since he now related it to Draco’s hair. Thankfully there had been no further attacks on Draco, but he still worried. Draco had become important to him.
The holidays were approaching, and he knew that his plan would make things more difficult for the Malfoy’s but maybe there could be an upside to all this, at least in the end there would be. He was sure that he wanted to spend the Holidays with Sirius, and if their plan for the Malfoy’s succeeded, he would offer them a chance to join them, if they were willing.
The last friday in November found Harry waiting inside the headmaster’s office. He knew better than to touch the Licorice snaps, and refused the curiosity of the pensive. He already knew what he needed to know, so prying was unnecessary. He perused the books that lined the wall of shelves. So many good references here, he could get lost and Hermione would probably drop another baby at the sight. Harry smiled at that thought… she loved being a mother and was really a good one.
The door opened from the ante chamber, and Professor Dumbledore entered. He looked alert yet cautious. The sparkle in his eye only returned when they fell on Harry.
“Draco is on his way, and his parents should arrive shortly, but separately.” Dumbledore stated, “I made a fuss over Draco publicly to explain the meeting to outsiders.”
Harry nodded, that was probably best. They had much to discuss and plan.
Draco was the first to arrive, he moved closer to Harry, inadvertently placing a distance between himself and the Headmaster.
Narcissa was the next to arrive, quickly followed by her husband Lucius. He quickly rallied the Malfoys over to his side, creating a small division in the room.
Harry smiled at all of them, turned to the headmaster and started, “Why don’t we all take a seat so we may feel more comfortable. Though you may want to stand Mr. Malfoy, as that is in your nature.”
Lucius quirked an eyebrow, but Narcissa placed a hand on his arm, and she and Draco settled into chairs in front of the Patriarch.
“Have you discussed my offer?” Harry asked, looking directly at Narcissa.
It was Lucius who spoke, “We have,” Harry’s eyes met his, firm and confident. Lucius’ eyes were steel, measuring Harry in that gaze, Harry did not flinch, he only met steel with fire. Lucius broke the silence, “We are amenable to your offer, and would like to discuss plans as to how to accomplish the task.”
Harry looked at all three of them and began, “You are aware that Mrs. Malfoy imparted a certain coin to me?”, all Malfoy heads nodded, “Not only did she gift me with a way back to a safe place, but with knowledge that I had not previously been aware of with or without my Augur vision. She gave me another gift,” Draco started to blush. Harry understood that to mean he had not said anything, “This gift allows me an opportunity to help your family in a plan that makes sense, but I do not manipulate people. I want your input and your suggestions.” Each stared at him intently, eyes not moving, “Your son was waiting for me on the other end of that coin.”
Harry waited for the outrage, the emotion, an outbreak or something. What he didn’t expect was the slow smile on Narcissa’s face, a shine in the eyes of Lucius as he looked down at his son. Evidently being linked with an Augur was respected, even if it was to Harry Potter. Draco looked at his parents and nodded, then back at Harry locking gazes.
This was one of those tangible moments. Harry usually could not afford to let those happen when he had important plans to take care of, but this time, this moment he took for himself.
Their eyes said it all, expectation, hope, fear, and an eternity of dreams unspoken. Draco’s silver ice was melted by the green fire of Harry’s eyes. Though their faces reflected nothing, their eyes blazed an inferno that reached across the distance to touch their souls and ignite something neither had any clue how to address. The anticipation of what might be, licked across their skin, made their necks tingle and quickened their hearts.
It was the headmaster that broke the moment with a cough. Harry looked away and calmed himself. He looked back, seeing Draco trying as well to appear normal sliding that Malfoy mask into place, but Harry’s gaze stopped him, and Draco remained. Harry would not let Draco slip back into becoming Malfoy, he wanted open honesty and emotion.
“This connection, has brought us to a point where we have called a truce and have publicly become friends. My thought was to let this cause a ‘rift’ between Mr. Malfoy and yourself Mrs. Malfoy.” She tried to speak, but Harry cut her off, “Hear me out first, then we can discuss the ‘merits’ of this strategy. First, the duration will not be long. Second, it is necessary for Mr. Malfoy, actually it is imperative for him to remain in the grace of Voldemort until June. I know he is obsessed with the ministry and a prophecy. I want everything to proceed as it was meant to until he moves on the ministry when he thinks he can get the prophesy. If things work as they did in my vision, we can take care of things before everything can get out of hand.”
Lucius thought about that, separation from his wife was not something he took lightly. Nor was the fact that the now public friendship going to cause a stir in the Dark Lord’s ranks.
Harry continued, “I know it would be out of character for you to break from your family, of anything I know, is that Malfoy’s are loyal but family is first. All I ask is for a pretense, Voldemort will not suspect, he knows nothing of loyalty or family. So far that is all I have, I am open to suggestions. All I know is that Draco and Mrs. Malfoy are not needed for certain events to unfold, Mr. Malfoy, you are.”
“Do you have a plan in place, Mr. Potter?” Lucius asked.
“I am working on the strategy to ensure everything is in place. I am also looking to ensure any changes here on my side do nothing to upset the Dark Lord too much to discontinue his focus on obtaining the prophecy. Everything hinges on that. Any hints he could move faster than June on the prophecy would be appreciated. Keeping him obsessed on the prophesy is key. Other plan details are forming, and any that involve you, or your family, I will make you aware of.” Harry explained.
Mrs. Malfoy chimed in when Harry finished speaking, “What are you currently pursuing with my son?”
Harry looked at her for a moment, and saw Draco blush out of the corner of his eye. “At the moment only friendship. I am not known for focusing my attention in multiple areas. I am interested in exploring the option you presented me with, but my main focus is Voldemort.”
“And you Draco, what do you have to say?” She asked softly.
Draco looked up and found Harry’s eyes, green eyes, curious for his answer.
“I’m amenable.” was all he said. Harry saw there was much more left unspoken, but he wasn’t sure who would hear that in private, Mrs. Malfoy or himself.
Mrs. Malfoy stood then, and walked over to Harry. He stood still waiting for her response. He did not move when she reached for something inside her cloak. She pulled out a box, and Harry felt it. Lucius flinched, and Dumbledore’s eyes narrowed. The evil aura that bled from the box was unmistakable.
“My token to show our sincerity. We,” She looked back at Lucius who nodded, “Agree to your terms and will work however you need us to to achieve your goal. But,” She glanced at Draco, then back to Harry, pinning him with her stare, “You hurt him…”
“Understood, Mrs. Malfoy. Thank you.” Harry bowed, then reached for the box she extended, “How did you know which one?”
“From your description Mr. Potter, I knew it was dark and most likely held a dark curse. Dark artifacts are oppressive, and finding it was not difficult, carrying it out and to here was more difficult.” She stated with little emotion.
He pulled a vial from his cloak and pulled the stopper and used his wand to imbue the box with the potion. Once the box glowed and the potion took hold, Harry noted the slight look of relief that Mrs. Malfoy exhibited. He moved the box to his own cloak pocket. In three weeks time another would be destroyed, and that would put two destroyed, two hidden. That left the ring and the locket. He had to wait for Mundungus to pilfer, that would ensure that Kreacher was won over. He would have to talk to Sirius to allow the home to look ‘available’ for plundering.
“I will circulate the news immediately, as it is known that Draco has befriended you,” Mr. Malfoy stated, “If anything, I will write through Draco since I know they will only see it as a way for me to convince him of his deficiencies.”
Inexplicably Harry bristled at the idea of Draco having deficiencies. But he kept his logic in control, Lucius was just strategizing. Either way, these interesting responses were enough for Harry to note them and wonder at the meaning of their involuntary nature.
Harry pulled a coin from his pocket, it was similar to what Hermione and Harry had been working on for the defense club. “Mr. Malfoy, contact your son as you like. For communication with me, use this. No one but you can touch it and activate it’s abilities once i finish the charm. You can press it when you need to convey something, either speak into it privately, or press it in your pocket and I will hear what is going on around you. Press twice if you need to portkey to a safe place. Keep it with you always.” Harry instructed as he placed the coin in Mr. Malfoy’s palm. He cast the binding charm, to allow Mr. Malfoy’s magical signature to be imbedded into the coin.
Mr. Malfoy looked down at the small coin. The significance was not lost on him, one Augur created a coin for safety and love, and another for communication and safety. He did not suspect the boy to understand the significance in that moment, but looking at his wife, she too understood. Gifted magical coins were a sign of trust. It would be up to them to maintain the value of loyalty that lay in that coin.
Mr. Malfoy accepted the coin and bowed low, a courtly gesture one might say, to Harry, who became speechless at the formality extended to him. Highborn wizards do not bow, heads of a Pure-blood family do not bow, unless loyalty is being offered. Dumbledore, Narcissa and Draco were waiting for Harry’s answer to Mr. Malfoy’s offer.
Harry bowed his head only, and accepted the offer.
“I understand the holidays are approaching, and I want to confer with my godfather, if he is obliging, I would like to invite you all to be able to be together for at least Christmas at our home, with us.” Harry smiled looking at Lucius, then directly at Draco’s gaze, warming instantly to the responding emotions he found there.
“I thank you for that consolation. That would be something we would look forward to. Send a message with details if everything is acceptable with my cousin.” Mrs. Malfoy agreed.
The meeting was concluded, with the Headmaster formally welcoming the Malfoy’s into the fold, and an explanation that he would provide support, should anything go wrong. He did not state who was working for him, but that he had someone on the inside that will watch and act if needed.
After the Malfoy’s left, Harry inquired after the next Order meeting.
He saw the Headmaster hesitate.
“I am no longer a young innocent boy, headmaster. I do not have to act as one at all times, but being a part of these meetings could be crucial.” Harry impressed.
“I too have needed some time to get used to your new abilities and knowledge, Harry.” Dumbledore started, “I have seen you as this little boy for so long, and on the outside, you still are.”
“I understand, it has not been easy for me either. Pretending to be a student and falling back into a life that was well over 20 years ago for me. It’s unnerving reliving memories that did not happen, and seeing people who were dead and gone, alive and walking.” Harry said, exasperated.
Dumbledore looked down then, “You know more than your willing to say, that I gather. But talk to someone if it gets too much, Harry. You deserve that at least. vision or not, don’t get pulled into a past that is about to be re-written and stuck on a tragedy that may not occur again.”
Harry nodded, “I need to go, Sir. I have a detention with Professor Snape in an hour.”
“I had already decided to include you on the next meeting Harry. I just needed time to get used to the idea.” The Headmaster relented with a small smile, as he turned back to his desk, and Harry nodded as he walked out the door.
In the hall, Harry sensed he was being followed once again. He moved to a darker alcove off to his left and waited.
Draco appeared, his blond hair falling in several directions, as if he had run his hands through it several times. This gave him an almost unrefined look, it suited his face, and made Harry ache at the beauty that it presented. Draco moved closer to Harry his silver eyes slashing into curious emeralds. “Only friends Harry? Did you feel nothing in those moments?” Draco’s breath ghosted over Harry’s ear as he leaned closer.
Harry felt. He could distract himself with what he felt. This with Draco was dangerous, if he lit the match, there is no telling what would happen. Draco’s lips barely grazed his ear, and Harry could not take it. The pull too strong, his will too weak.
He reached out and grabbed the blond’s hands, lacing his fingers with ivory. Harry pushed and pulled those slender arms up above Draco’s head, while using his own body to push Draco tight against the stone wall. The dark alcove hiding them from prying eyes.
“I feel, Draco... Everything…” Harry whispered, lips close, eyes locked on to silver. Draco’s tongue darted to lick his lips and Harry came undone. He pressed close, hard, and took those lips as his own. He dominated the kiss, tasting, coaxing, and drinking in each moan, and breath that was given to him. He kept hold of Draco’s hands with one of his own, and traced down a bare arm where the robe had fallen away, with the other, giving him more gasps to drink in. He was breathing Draco, taking in his breath and exchanging it for his own. The sensual moment was making him dizzy with need, and every part of his body began to sing and tingle. Harry’s free hand moved to traced the soft angles of Draco’s face. Skin so soft beneath his fingers, his lips moved purposefully trying to feel each crease of Draco’s lips. Harry’s lips slowly left Draco’s, breathing labored, he moved his head to rest against Draco’s forehead.
“I feel.” Harry whispered, “Too much. Friends first, I want whatever we have to last. Not a firework of passion that burns out after a moment. With you, I want to create a fire, that we keep stoked for a long time.” He pressed his lips again to those addictive pink lips and let go.
Glazed ice looked up at him in awe.
Harry tried to convey what he felt, “My life was almost normal... after this,” his finger traced Draco’s parted lips, “normal will never be enough.”
Harry had to leave before he got in too deep, his parting gesture was a tender and soft sweeping touch against the blond’s cheek. He left Draco to melt along the wall.
Draco felt like he was drifting, he had thought to provoke Harry like old times for a reaction, but this…
The man was sensual, passionate and moving, all things he would never have associated with Harry in the past. The way his eyes blazed was sexy beyond imagining. He was almost jealous of whomever married Harry in the vision… almost.
His angel cleansed his soul with a handshake, and captured his heart with a kiss.

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Chapter 5 - A Malfoy Miracle