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Of Dragons and Jewels	By : CaptainParisStarr Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 19289 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Well, that certainly took long enough. Is shower sex fun?” Hermione's tone was light, despite the harshness of her words. A teasing smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she studied the young lovers.
“We didn't...” “Yeah, its fun...” They both started talking at once, then stopped and glanced at one another.
“But we didn't have sex...” Draco blushed, as he met Harry's eyes.
“What we did do came close enough.” Shrugging, Harry turned back to Hermione. Only the tension in her shoulders indicated that she had an issue with Harry and Draco being lovers.
“You're normally not this playful. Are you certain you're fine with this?” He asked, surprising both of his friends.
“I'm cool with you being gay, both of you. It's just... I'm not sure yet if I can trust Draco, and I'm scared he's going to hurt you. But it's clear that you're starting to trust him, and I trust you.” Her words were honest, spoken straight from the heart, and Harry found himself relaxing.
“He won't betray me, and if he does hurt me... well every relationship risks a broken heart. He's worth that risk.”
There was a long moment of silence, then Hermione nodded slowly, as Draco stared at him in open shock, never having expected Harry to defend him like that. “Like I said, I trust you.” Then she grabbed a stack of papers off the table. “There were more shops hiring than I'd expected, and I picked up application forms for the ones I thought you'd like most. The Leaky Cauldron is hiring bartenders, and Ollivanders is seeking a new owner.” She handed over several other applications as she spoke, for several clothing shops, Eeylops Owl Emporium, Flourish and Blotts, Quality Quidditch Supplies, and two restaurants he had never heard of before.
Immediately, the Quidditch one sparked his interest- though he was never that good at being a Seeker, he'd grown up loving the game, and if he had to have a menial retail job then it would be better if he sold something he had a passion for. Like the Weasley Twins and their joke shop. He then noticed that the final application in the stack was for Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.
Setting aside those two, he leafed through the rest, eventually deciding to also apply at The Leaky Cauldron, the two other restaurants, and the bookstore. The last one surprised Harry.
“I didn't know that you like to read.”
He shrugged. “I'm not a bookworm, not compared to her at any rate.” He nodded towards Hermione. “But I don't hate books either, and I do tend to read when I get bored enough. It's not my first pick but its better than some of the other options.”
“What is your first pick?”
“Quality Quidditch Supplies.” Picking up a quill, he found some ink and began filling in the applications, going slowly since he had never had to fill in forms like those before.
Hermione rose, and headed towards the door. “I should get going before I interrupt anything else.” She said her goodbyes and left, closing the door softly behind her and seeing herself out.
“I'll go make us some lunch. Sandwiches okay?” Harry asked a couple minutes later as a silence fell, broken only by the scratching of the quill.
Draco nodded, then; “Please, no roast beef. I've never liked roast beef, even fresh.” The words were almost whispered, as though Draco was uncertain how welcome they were.
“What do you like, then?” Harry sat down next to his lover, placing a gentle hand on his leg.
“Chicken, ham, and turkey. White meat, not red. I'm not a fussy eater, especially with veggies, not really. Ever since I was young, I've had to eat whatever was on my plate without complaint or I'd get lectured. When I wasn't at school, I've had no say at all when it came to what I'd eat, unless I proved allergic to something. However, the only thing I'm allergic to is pineapple, so that proved to be a non-issue.”
“Did your father ever hit you?” Harry asked carefully, finally asking the question he had been wondering about ever since their sixth year. If some of the stress Draco had been under fixing that cabinet hadn't been from the threat of physical repercussions at home if he failed.
But, to his intense relief, Draco shook his head. “No, he rarely touched me at all. I don't remember the last time he touched me that wasn't a warning to keep my behavior more Malfoy in public. At home he all but ignored me, except when I fucked something up.”
“Well, that certainly explains why you're proving to be so cuddly.” He made a mental note about the pineapple, but since he didn't care for the fruit himself he wasn't too worried.
They just sat there, enjoying each others company until Draco's stomach rumbled. “Right. Lunch.” Standing, he slipped out of the room, as Draco picked up the quill to finish filling in all the applications.

Once in the kitchen, he stopped and took a deep breath. He was shaking, worried about what he was doing, and Draco. What they would do, what sort of a future they would, or could, have. Draco was broken, that was becoming clear to him, and he wasn't sure if he would be able to help put him back together.
Emotionally abused, fearful of speaking up, or even thinking for himself, forced to live more as a clone of his father than as himself... Harry couldn't begin to imagine what that sort of a life was like. And yet he was tying himself to someone who had lived that kind of life.
No wonder he was being so clingy and dependent- Draco had never been taught how to be self reliant. Even now he was following Harry's lead more than he was thinking for himself. He may have chosen which jobs to apply for, but he was only applying for a job because...
Harry's head jerked up from where it had been resting on his hands. Draco was looking for a job because he wanted to become self reliant. Because he didn't want to freeload, though he hadn't said it outright, it had been clear when he had offered to help clean and cook. Yes, he was relying on Harry to help him find a good job that suited his skills, but he was still searching under his own steam.
Harry decided then that he wouldn't make him pay rent. If Draco really did want to be able to live independently of him or anyone else, then he would need something better than a retail job, and that would likely mean post-secondary schooling. Which cost money, money he would have to save from his meager wages.
Besides, Draco wasn't his roommate; he was his lover. Even knowing that if things went sour Draco might end up back at square one, he didn't wish to only be friends with the blond youth. He didn't feel love for Draco, not yet, but his feelings were beginning to go beyond simple lust, and grow more complicated, and he felt that the feelings could grow into love, if he simply allowed them to and gave it enough time.
Still thinking about what he was going to do to help Draco, he began making the sandwiches. Grabbing some leftover roast chicken, he chopped it up and mixed in seasoned mayo and celery before slicing Havarti and Monterey Jack cheese. Layering the cheese slices on the bread, he added the meat mixture. Closing the sandwiches, he poured two glasses of milk, loaded everything onto a tray, and headed back upstairs.
He found Draco seated on the floor in front of the fire, the finished forms stacked neatly on the table. Without having to glance at the clock he knew that it was too late in the day to take them back, since it was already early afternoon. “What are you thinking about?”
Taking one of the sandwiches, Draco took a bite before replying. “Nothing really. I... was just wondering how Caelum's doing, if he's happy without me around or if he's even noticed that I'm gone.”
“Did you know about him before he was born?”
Draco nodded. “Yeah, I did. I heard my Father brag about it, and my Mother told me directly that this other woman was pregnant with my half-sibling. It was pure luck that Caelum proved to be a boy- had he been female my father never would have taken him in... He hates women, though he would never say so in public. He told me once that the only thing a woman is good for is spreading her legs... I disagree though, so don't tell Hermione what I just said. I respect her too much as a witch to ever look down on her.”
“You respect Hermione?” That surprised Harry.
“Sure, why shouldn't I? She's both smart and talented. When I called her a mudblood I was miming my Father's views- I didn't have any opinion of my own about muggles, not at that point, and now I see that their really not that different from us. Our... what is the word? The stuff that says what we look like... it's the same, regardless of whether we have magic or not.”
“You mean DNA?”
“Yeah! That's it.”
“Where did you hear about DNA? Genetic studies aren't common in the wizarding world.”
“Actually, there is a wizard famous for trying to figure out what makes wizards different from muggles using DNA. I was reading an article on him in a magazine. Apparently there are a couple of genes that code for magic, but otherwise we're identical in that regard.”
“A couple of genes can still be a pretty big difference, considering humans share approximately 98 percent of the same genetic code as chimps, and 30 percent the same as lettuce...”
That got them both laughing, and they finished their lunch taking about nothing in particular. It wasn't until the empty glasses and plates were loaded back onto the tray that Harry changed the subject.
“I think you should have your own room while staying here.”
“You don't like sleeping with me?” Draco was disappointed, but tried to laugh it off.
“I never said you had to sleep there. I just think you should have your own space, a place to go to be alone. If you want to keep sharing my bed at night, you're welcome to.”
“Oh. Yeah, having my own space would be nice, and then I could write to my Father and get the rest of my things sent over.”
“Then it's settled. You're officially living here as of now.” Standing, Harry grabbed the tray, then hesitated. “Oh, I never mentioned it, and she tends to stay out of sight, but I have a house elf. Winky, the elf freed after being blamed for the Dark Mark during the Quidditch World Cup.”
“I thought you were against slavery?”
“Hermione's against it, but I'm more neutral. I don't like the idea of forcing someone into it, but the house elves don't know anything else. And Winky isn't a slave, she's still a free elf, though she doesn't wish to wear clothes or be paid the way Dobby did.”
“Dobby...” The way Draco said the elf's name reminded Harry that Dobby had been serving the Malfoy family before being freed. “I never did thank you for that.”
“Thank me? For what?”
“Freeing him. I never agreed with how he was treated, or the fact that he was made to punish himself over the smallest thing. He was too free willed to be happy serving us, I could see that but never had the guts to go against my father on the matter.”
“I treat her with as much respect as she'll tolerate.” Harry added, nodding his agreement with what Draco had said, then sighed. “I've had to watch two elves die, Dobby and Kreacher, the last house elf tied to the Black family, and I don't care to see a third death any time soon. At least Kreacher died peacefully, of old age, shortly after I moved in.” Harry sighed and settled back against Draco, remembering how loyal Kreacher had proven himself to be in the end.
“We should go shopping before it gets dark. I can post the message to my father on the way.” Draco changed the subject a few minutes later, somewhat reluctantly as he was enjoying the warm press of Harry's body against his own.
“Shopping? For what?”
“For... what we discussed in the shower. Sex toys.”
“Oh, that.” Harry felt his cheeks heat as he stood and hurried downstairs to return the tray to the kitchen. Seeing that Draco followed him, he grabbed his coat. “Well, then lets go.”
They used apparition to get to the same street where Harry had met Jewel only the day before, and quickly blended in with the crowd. There was an adult toy store two blocks up from the post office; though it was a muggle post office, there was a hidden room filled with owls for wizarding use; and they headed for it, not talking until they were inside.
“So... what do you want to get?”
Draco shrugged, glancing around, then frowned. “Not that.” He pointed to an inflatable sheep. “Or that... What's with this place?” Draco rolled his eyes at the shelf of tentacle shaped dildos and headed further back. He returned a moment later with a basic butt plug, a cock ring, a butt plug/cock ring combo unit, a pair of handcuffs, and a blindfold.
“That's a little kinkier than I was thinking.” Harry's words were accompanied with a small smile to show that he didn't mind.
Deciding that that was enough for the moment, Harry paid for the toys and a bottle of lube and they left again, heading for the closest alley to apparate back to Grimmauld Place. Just as they were rounding the corner though, a hand grabbed Harry from behind.
“Help me...” The words were choked out as Harry spun around just in time to catch Jewel as she fainted.
“Jewel?” Laying her down, Harry realized that his hands were wet with Jewel's blood.
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