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Self-fulfilling Prophecy	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6342 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Author's note: Sorry for the small cliffhanger last time, guys - though I can't promise I won't use them anymore LOL
Thanks to the following reviewer: AnonymousTigress
Warnings: drama; hints of homophobia; verbal fight
I hope you'll like this chapter!
Chapter 5: Accusations Galore Part 2
Albus nearly jumped three feet in the air and turned around with wide eyes. He hadn't expected his mum to be home so soon; otherwise he would have waited with asking this particular question. He winced and shuffled with his feet. He really, really hoped he hadn't just started yet another argument between his parents.
"Ginny, you're home early," Dad murmured and lowered the fire underneath the pan and the cooking pot before turning around to face her.
"How does Albus know that boy?" Mum pursed her lips together and let her bag drop heavily on the floor. She was still dressed in her Quidditch outfit and her hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail.
Dad let out a soft sigh. "I took him and James to Draco's manor today. I figured it would be nice for the boys to meet each other." He shrugged. "Scorpius doesn't really have good friends, so I thought that James and Albus could play with him occasionally."
"Why should our sons have to spend their time with that boy?" Mum asked coldly and she looked up at dad. "It's not our problem that he doesn't know how to make friends," she sneered.
"Don't be like that, Ginny," Dad sighed and turned his attention back to the cooking pot, though his jaw seemed clenched. "Scorpius is a good kid. He's just a bit shy, so I figured that maybe he would open up to Albus and James. It looked like they got along fairly well."
Albus nodded silently in agreement. Even though Scorpius had greeted them rather coolly, the longer they had stayed there, the more the blond boy had opened up to them. It had actually been with some regret that Albus had said goodbye to him.
"And you didn't think to ask what I thought of letting them meet that boy?" Mum asked coldly and crossed her arms.
"That boy has a name," Dad retorted sharply. "He's not some criminal, so there's no harm in letting them meet each other."
"You don't know what Malfoy has been teaching his son!" Mom hissed vehemently. Roughly she pushed back some strands of her hair that had escaped her ponytail.
Dad's face tightened almost imperceptibly and he turned the fire underneath the pans lower. "Albus, you still have to put your books away. Why don't you do that before we eat?"
It wasn't a question; Albus might be only seven years old, but he wasn't stupid. He also knew better than to refuse and he practically scuttled out of the kitchen, feeling bad for causing yet another argument between his parents.
He really hadn't meant to do that! He should have been more careful, he scolded himself as he hurried up the staircase. But he hadn't expected his mum to be home so soon.
James' head popped out of his room the moment Albus reached the landing. "Mum home?" he asked surprised.
"Yeah," Albus replied subdued.
Brown eyes studied him intently. "What happened?"
"Mum got mad again," the younger boy replied and his lower lip trembled faintly; his hands harshly twisted his sleeves around his wrists. "I asked dad what Scorpius meant when he said that Mister Malfoy likes men more and mum heard me. She's mad now."
James sighed and opened his door when the voices of their parents grew louder. "Come, I'm getting rid of some books; do you think you want some of them?"
It was a weak attempt to distract Albus from the fight brewing downstairs, but he stepped into James' room gratefully. Inside the books had been sorted into three rather unstable piles next to the bed.
"Which ones do you want?" James asked casually, but his hand shook a bit when he closed the door behind them.
While both boys settled themselves in front of the books, they did their best to ignore the shouting that was going on downstairs, but it was difficult and their voices trembled as they spoke with each other.
"I will not let our sons be influenced by that man!"
"What the hell are you talking about? Draco's not doing anything wrong!"
"He's not normal, Harry! Our sons will not turn out to be like him! I won't allow it!"
"There is nothing wrong with being gay, Ginny!"
"It's not fucking normal!"
Albus nearly jumped three feet in the air when the small radio in the corner of the room blared to life, drowning out their parents' voices; it had been gifted to James by Uncle Bill when the latter had gone through his old stuff a couple of years ago.
James studiously ignored him as he sat down again. "I like this song," he said nonchalantly.
Which was a blatant lie, because James hated that singer with a fiery passion, but Albus didn't remark on it, knowing that his older brother had turned on the radio so that they wouldn't have to hear their parents fighting. He really appreciated that gesture.
The two boys sorted through the three piles until Albus had a pile of his own placed next to him, containing ten books that he had been wanting to read for a while now, but hadn't been able to because his brother had refused to let him borrow them.
They had been so involved in their task of putting the rest of the books in a cardboard box that they jumped and screamed in fright when the door suddenly opened, revealing their dad, who raised an eyebrow. James immediately turned off the radio and smiled sheepishly.
"Sorry, dad, we didn't hear you," he muttered and plopped down on his bed.
"Apparently," Dad said dryly and shook his head. "Dinner's ready, boys."
James and Albus shared a look, both apprehensive to find out how their parents would act during dinner.
When they entered the kitchen, however, they didn't spot their mother at all. A quick glance in the living room showed that she wasn't there either.
Now more on their guard than before, James and Albus sat down on their chairs while their dad filled their plates. Albus noticed that the table was set for only three people now and swallowed, plucking at a string of his sleeve while his stomach churned uncomfortably. Where had mum gone? Up until now their parents had never left the house, even after a heavy argument. Guilt simmered as he recalled that his question had been the cause of his parents' fight this time; he should have kept his mouth shut. He had just honestly thought his mum wouldn't be home yet.
As soon as dad sat down and gestured for them to start eating, James blurted out, "Where's mum, dad?"
Albus' nails burrowed into his trousers, sharp, stinging pain blooming up underneath his fingers, when dad answered neutrally, "She got a Floo call from one of her friends, so she went to visit her. She'll be back in a few hours, don't worry."
Worry was exactly what Albus was doing now. "Is mum still mad?" he asked in a small voice and forced himself to relax his hands. His heart felt stuck in his throat and the threatening sting of tears behind his eyes made him blink harshly.
"She isn't mad at you, Albus, don't worry," Dad soothed and tousled his hair quickly with a faint smile. "Let's eat, before it gets cold, okay?"
The young boy nodded, but couldn't help but notice that his dad hadn't denied that mum was mad in general – just not mad at him.
The heavy, downtrodden atmosphere was slowly replaced with a lighter one as James took it upon his shoulders to start chattering about the kind of toys Scorpius had let them play with after the Quidditch match was over and Albus gradually relaxed; the lump in his throat diminishing, making it easier for him to swallow his dinner.
"Scorpius said that he stays with his mum two weeks every month," James remarked and pursed his lips; his fork hovering above a piece of pork. "Why is that?"
Albus looked up from his own plate; curiosity once more brewing in him. "He says his mum left, because Mister Malfoy likes men more. Why is that bad, dad?" And why would it make his own mum so angry? Dad liked Uncle Ron and Uncle George and they were men, but mum didn't get mad about that. So what was the difference? Why did liking men make Mister Malfoy a bad man, but not his dad?
Dad sighed and leant back in his chair, roughly raking a hand through his hair. "It's …" He looked away for a moment, before he nodded grimly and continued, "See, Scorpius' parents got a divorce a few years ago, which means that they aren't together anymore."
"They don't love each other anymore?" James asked confused.
"No, they fell out of love. It's something that happens sometimes. Sometimes people discover after a while that they don't like each other that much anymore and they decide to break up then," Dad explained and appeared slightly uncomfortable. "That's what happened to Draco and his wife."
"Is it bad?" Albus inquired and furrowed his eyebrows. He had a hard time imagining a married couple suddenly not loving each other anymore. You married someone because you loved them, right? You even promised to stay with each other for the rest of your lives. So why would you suddenly not love that person anymore? The young boy couldn't imagine his grandparents separating, or Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron, or even his own parents. Sure, his parents could argue a lot, but they still loved each other. What had happened to Scorpius' parents to not make them love each other anymore?
Was it something that could happen to his mum and dad as well? Fear constricted its ugly arms around him and he clenched his hand around his fork.
Dad was silent for a while, contemplating his answer before he replied slowly, "Not really bad, no. Sometimes it's better if people separate; otherwise they would just be sad all the time."
"But Scorpius said that they're not together anymore, because Mister Malfoy likes men more," Albus retorted bemused. "Why is that bad? You like Uncle Ron and Uncle George, right, dad?"
Dad let out a strange huff, as if he was vaguely amused. "I do like Uncle Ron and Uncle George, yes," he replied calmly and sipped from his apple juice. "But that is a different kind of like. Draco is … gay. That means that he likes men in the romantic sense. He prefers having a boyfriend rather than a girlfriend."
Men could like each other like that? Albus blinked, startled by the news and stared wide eyed at his dad. He wasn't sure how to feel about that fact. Wasn't it weird for two men to like each other? Then again dad seemed fairly relaxed with it, so it couldn't be that weird, right? And Scorpius hadn't seemed particularly bothered by it either; he had been more annoyed with the fact that he couldn't fly when he was visiting his mother.
"Is that … Why would mum be mad about that?" James questioned and scratched his head. "Is it that abnormal?"
"It isn't abnormal," Dad was quick to state and shook his head. "Draco isn't any different from us. He just likes men more than women, that's all. Unfortunately some people do think it's weird, because they are used to seeing a man and a woman together. Your mum …" He hesitated visibly before he plunged on, "Your mum doesn't know any gay couples, so she isn't used to it. It doesn't matter, though. Who Draco likes, is his own business."
"But it's not abnormal," James repeated, looking for confirmation.
"No, it's not abnormal."
A pensive silence fell in the kitchen until Albus broke it when he suddenly thought of something. "Does that mean that two girls can like each other like that?" he gasped surprised.
"Yes, two girls can like each other like that as well," Dad chuckled and then looked at them sternly. "I don't want you to pester Draco with questions about it, though. He doesn't like people knowing about it, so can I trust you not to bother him about it?"
Albus immediately nodded, already feeling horrified at the thought of pestering Mister Malfoy. He would never do that! He knew how annoying it could be when people just kept asking questions and he resolved to never do that to Mister Malfoy – or anyone else for that matter.
James wasn't so quick to agree, though. "But what if I have questions about it?" He cocked his head; his voice laced with innocent curiosity.
Dad sighed and waved his hand. "I don't think Draco would mind if you asked some questions, as long as you stay polite," he said firmly. "Remember, you don't like it either when people keep bothering you."
"I wouldn't bother him!" James protested and pouted, crossing his arms.
Dad laughed and stood up, leaning over the table to ruffle through his reddish brown hair. "Fine. Come on now, help me clean up a bit. We'll play a game afterwards," he promised before either of the boys could start sulking.
Helping with the dishes wasn't exactly Albus' favourite activity, but the promise of a game made him acquiesce quickly and he jumped off his chair to put away the bottle of apple juice.
By the time Albus was finally tucked into bed, he was far too exhausted after having played tag throughout the entire house with his brother and his dad to wonder why his mum hadn't come home yet.
The atmosphere in the house remained strained and Albus had taken to be very careful about what he said to his dad when his mum was around. He didn't like that he had to censor himself, but he would do anything to prevent his parents from fighting again, so he made certain not to mention either Mister Malfoy or Scorpius whenever mum was near them.
Dad didn't seem to have the same reservations Albus had; while he didn't go out of his way to antagonise mum on purpose, he made no secret of the fact that he took Albus and James to Mister Malfoy's manor during the weekends, so they could play with Scorpius.
After one more fight about their visits, mum appeared to have resigned herself to the fact that Scorpius was slowly becoming a friend to her two sons. That or she was studiously ignoring their visits to Malfoy Manor, which was also a possibility. Scorpius never came to visit them at their place, however, and Albus wondered whether that was just coincidence or whether that was dad's way of keeping the arguments to a minimum.
Eventually, just like all the previous times, the atmosphere in their home lightened up again, ruffled feathers were smoothed over and both their parents relaxed, going back to teasing each other and sharing sweet kisses. In return, both the boys relaxed as well, though they kept their mouths shut about Mister Malfoy and Scorpius; there was no need to stir up trouble when everything had finally become normal again.
On Friday evening, the fourteenth of March, Albus leant back in his chair and furrowed his eyebrows, fiddling with the feathers of his quill contemplatively. He was trying to figure out the best way to end his letter to Scorpius. After their second visit to the manor, the blond boy had shyly asked him whether he would mind exchanging letters every week, saying he liked talking to Albus. The dark haired boy had instantly agreed; he had never had someone to exchange letters with before. All his friends lived near him, so if he wanted to, he could just visit them or at the very least Floo call them; Floo calling Scorpius was out of the question as mum had refused to create a connection between their home and Malfoy Manor. Dad didn't mind lending out his owl to Albus and now every week without fail the seven year old would receive a letter from his new friend and he would pen one back immediately.
This time Scorpius had mentioned that he was upset he couldn't follow the Quidditch match on the radio; his mother absolutely despised everything related to Quidditch and Albus was trying to figure out how to comfort his friend without the benefit of seeing him face to face.
The door behind him opened and he swivelled his head around; his quill dropping down on his desk.
"Albus? We need to leave now; mum won't like it if we're late," Dad smiled and beckoned him; his red Auror robes swishing around his legs when he stepped inside.
Mum's Quidditch team the Holyhead Harpies were playing against the Montrose Magpies; it was the first Quidditch match of the season and it promised to be an interesting one as both teams were quite strong. Albus and James attended every match of their mum and their dad joined them as often as he could. This evening, however, dad would attend the match as Auror; someone had threatened to harm a player of the Montrose Magpies and a team of four Aurors had been selected to keep an eye out for the suspect.
Albus had pouted a bit when he had heard that his dad had to work during the game instead of watching it together with him and his brother; dad's commentary was the best part of the game.
Dad's eyes lightened up when they caught sight of the unfinished letter in front of the young boy. "You're writing a letter to Scorpius?"
"Yeah, but I don't know how to finish it," Albus pouted and his frown deepened.
A hand quickly brushed through his hair, ruffling it slightly. "Well, maybe watching the game will give you some ideas," Dad suggested and squeezed his shoulder. "For now I'm afraid your letter will have to wait. You know how nervous your mum gets when we're not there on time."
Albus grinned and nodded; he didn't understand why his mum was still nervous before every match – she always did great, so there was no need for her to be nervous.
"I'm ready, dad!" James burst into the room excitedly. He was wearing his Holyhead Harpies' sweater: a dark green one with a gold talon emblazoned right in the middle of it.
Putting the cork back into his inkwell, Albus shoved his chair backwards and nodded. "I'm ready too." The letter would have to wait until after he came back from the game.
At James' insistence, dad painted gold and dark green stripes on their cheeks before he urged them to go outside, so he could side-Apparate them to the stadium.
Mister Malfoy greeted them when they entered the hallway that would lead them to the seats; he was also dressed in his Auror robes and looked quite annoyed.
"Let's get this over with," he murmured and crossed his arms in front of his chest.
"Sure, just give me a minute to find …"
"Harry!" Uncle Ron came running to them with a bright grin adorning his face. Unlike dad and Mister Malfoy, however, he was dressed in his regular robes. "Ginny was already starting to worry that you would be late."
Albus couldn't hear what Mister Malfoy muttered, but it did make dad elbow him in his side, which earned the man a heavy glower in response.
"As if we would ever be late to her games," Dad chuckled and nodded to Uncle Ron. "James, Albus, Uncle Ron will watch the game with you, all right?"
"Come on, let's get you guys some candy before the match starts," Uncle Ron grinned widely and slung his arms around them, tugging them along.
Albus chanced one more glance behind him to wave at his dad. Dad waved back, but he seemed to be caught in a heated argument with Mister Malfoy, who scowled and shook his head before storming away.
Albus blinked bemused, wondering why Mister Malfoy had seemed so annoyed. All thoughts about Mister Malfoy's odd behaviour left his mind completely when they entered the stadium and were greeted by the loud cheering of the fans who had already found their seats.
Fifteen minutes later, James and Albus were stuffing themselves full with Cauldron Cakes and Licorice Snaps; their eyes glued on the Quidditch players zooming back and forth across the field, dark green clashing with the black and white robes of the Montrose Magpies.
The match lasted for nearly three hours with both teams evenly matched; the score kept even, making it clear that the Snitch would really make the difference now. In the end, though, the Holyhead Harpies managed to win, though they had to replace three of their players – thankfully not their mum – and had a heated argument with the referee after a particular nasty move of one of the Montrose Magpies' Beaters.
The players' feet had barely touched the ground before James and Albus burst onto the field, rushing straight to their mum, ignoring the shouted warning of Uncle Ron to be careful.
"You won, mum!" Albus cried out excitedly and flew around her waist, not even bothered by the scent of leather and sweat that clung to her.
Mum laughed happily and hugged them both back, pressing kisses on their heads. "Yes, and I'm really glad with that!"
"We knew you would win," James grinned and pulled back; his eyes glittering brightly.
"Of course you knew," Mum chuckled and shook her head. When she looked up, her face contorted into a strange mixture of irritation and fondness.
"Congratulations, honey," Dad smiled and placed a hand on her neck, drawing her in for a kiss. "You did an amazing job."
"I thought you were working?" Mum raised an eyebrow; the corners of her mouth twitching.
"We apprehended the suspect twenty minutes into the game," Mister Malfoy spoke blandly. He was standing a couple of feet away from them; arms crossed tightly in front of his chest. "I think Harry was planning on using a Tracking charm if it had taken us longer than that to find the guy." He inclined his head and a peculiar glint appeared in his stone grey eyes. "The papers didn't exaggerate your talent as a Chaser, Weasley, though Falmouth Falcons are by far the superior team. See you next Monday, Harry." He nodded towards James and Albus in greeting, before he abruptly turned around and strode off the field; his back stiff.
"A compliment wrapped in an insult; what a surprise," Mum snorted and narrowed her eyes.
"Hm, that's Draco," Dad replied vaguely and shrugged. "He won't change in that regard. Now I think it's time we go out to celebrate, no?"
His question was met with enthusiastic agreement and they left the field before any of the reporters could descend on them and fire off questions.
Albus had already forgotten the strange look in Mister Malfoy's eyes by the time they had reached their favourite restaurant, where the rest of their family was already waiting for them to celebrate the Holyhead Harpies' victory.
AN2: Look, no cliffhanger :D Please leave your thoughts behind in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me.
Next chapter: a bonding moment between Draco and Albus has a rather nasty result.
See you all in the next chapter!
Cuddles
Melissa
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