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Here But For the Grace of Merlin	By : makochan0217 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 21620 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 13
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling. We make nothing from this piece of fanfiction, and suing would be pointless, unless you like lint and bad skin!

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Warnings: Angst, OOC, DH spoilers (minus Epilogue), language, violence, self-harm, drinking, slash, smut, non-con, BDSM

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling, Scholastic Publishing, and Warner Bros and some other stupid companies. I make nothing from this piece of fanfiction, and suing would be pointless, unless you like lint and bad skin!

Author’s Notes: Thanks to both Sevfan and Jamie for making this look better than I think I could! <3 to you both! And thank you to everyone who’s reviewed so far. Your comments are helping me plod along to get this done. And the first part of this chapter is going to be in Harry’s POV, because Draco just won’t know what’s going on. After that though, back to Drakie and his parents.

Chapter Six –Some Aurors Are Rather Stupid

“Really, Potter, you’ll have to tell someone something,” Cobb, the female Auror, nearly whined. “Trying to play the poor, battered hero is only going to get you so far. You have a duty to the rest of us to-”

“Bollocks!” Harry shouted, his temper flaring to nearly dangerous levels. “I did what I owed you people. I killed the great monster. My life is my own and I resent you saying otherwise.”

“Doesn’t matter what you resent or not, Potter,” the other Auror, Carter he thought, replied. “And yelling at us isn’t going to make it any easier.”

“Go to hell,” Harry whispered dangerously. “I was at home. I’d been drinking. I fell and bumped my head. My stupid house-elf freaked out. End of story. Stop bothering me.”

“That’s not going to work. Minister Shacklebolt wants to put you on twenty-four hours a day protection.”

“Blow it out your arse! I don’t want it, and I’m not about to even let the Ministry waste the Wizarding world’s Galleons by letting you suggest it. Get out of my hospital room and don’t let the lovely doors hit you on the backside as you go.”

“You’re just as arrogant as I was told,” Cobb said. “It might actually be worse since you defeated the Dark Lord and got your pet Death Eaters off.”

“He’s bloody well dead! I think you can call him by the stupid name he gave himself by now. And I don’t have pet Death Eaters. I just didn’t want to see a woman brave enough to defy Tom Riddle for her child rot in jail.”

“So you spoke up for the whelp and his father too?” Carter asked with a rather nasty sneer. It made his hard face even more unattractive.

“Get. Out. Now.” Harry could feel his magic boiling. It was at the point where a breeze had swept through his room and was playfully mussing up his already disastrously messy hair. The two Aurors looked like they were about to gag on the amount of power pouring out of him and scrambled out as quickly as they could.

“This isn’t over, Potter,” Cobb shrieked as she and her partner disappeared quickly.

Of course, he couldn’t rest easily after that. Oh, no, he had to be harassed by security and the stupid floor mediwitch and his Healer. After twenty minutes of lecturing about why such blatant displays of power were a no-no, Harry was allowed a pain potion, which he downed quickly, and left alone to ‘rest up’.

Not that his peace and quiet lasted.

However, the face that popped up in his doorway was at least a semi-welcome one. “’Mione,” he said happily. “How long have you been there?”

“I just got here, Harry,” she responded, coming up to his bed to fluff his pillows absently. “Ron wrote me while I was in Australia reconnecting with my parents, and told me everything that’s happened since I left after the trials.”

“Oh, he went tattling to his girlfriend when I didn’t respond to his letters, yeah?” If he sounded bitter, well that was to be expected, right?

“Not exactly,” his friend replied, moving away from the bed to sit down in the room’s only chair. “He understood about breaking up with Ginny because of the whole trouble during the war. What he didn’t get was the way you separated yourself from everyone. I tried to explain to him that you needed space to deal with sixteen years of trouble and lies and misadventures, but you know what he’s like.”

“Do I ever,” Harry muttered. “Look, skip the lecture, ‘Mione.”

“I didn’t come to lecture you, Harry. I just wanted to see how you were doing. I take it that Ron and Ginny visited earlier today. What happened?”

“Ginny cried about our break up and told me that she’d take me back at any second. Ron yelled at me and called me a coward and a few other names I won’t bore you with. I’d just woken up with the world’s worse headache, so of course I blew up and kicked them out.”

“Molly and George both wrote me independently of one another, wanting me to come home and ‘talk some sense into’ you. They were disappointed when I told them that you’d come ‘round if you wanted to and to leave you be for a bit.” She gave him a bittersweet smile. “But, it sounds like you’ve been a bit of a prat, left on your own.”

“Merlin, I just want them to go the fuck away,” Harry growled. “When we stayed with the Weasleys during the trials, I could just feel the pressure building. Ginny and Molly were waiting for me to ask Gin to marry me, and I don’t want that. Not sure that I ever wanted to marry her now that I’ve had time to think about it.”

“You just wanted to be a part of the Weasley family,” Hermione said with a wan smile.

“Yeah, I guess. That would be a horrible reason to tie Ginny to me in marriage, and not really fair at all.”

“I agree. You won’t hear me arguing with you about that, but, Harry, what have you been doing since then?”

“I moved everything to one of the smaller Black properties that Sirius left me, Kreacher included. I was studying for my N.E.W.T.s with a private tutor that I spoke to via Floo every day. I even started gardening again, for myself this time. Part of it has potion ingredients and the other part is a mixture of flowers and vegetables. Although, after a while, the pressure of everything caught up to me and I started drinking.”

“That’s how you ended up here then? There was no mysterious attack by Death Eaters?”

“Not on me, at least.”

“What do you mean?” His friend’s brown eyes were large with curiosity. “Someone else we know was attacked?”

Harry nodded. “The Malfoys were attacked last night, evidently, and Lucius was admitted into the room next to mine. I saw Mrs. Malfoy and Draco before the Aurors came to question me.”

“Oh, and how did that go?”

Harry blushed and turned his head to stare at the blank, white walls of his hospital room. “It was… interesting, you could say.”

“Hm.”

The rest of her visit was stress-free and full of anecdotes of what she’d been doing in Australia and how her parents were. It was the best time he’d had in ages.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“Draco, you should return home,” Narcissa told him as she shook him awake. They’d been sitting in the hideous orange waiting chairs for any news from either the Aurors or Healers working on Lucius’s case for a while now and her son looked less like his usual pristine self. It was disturbing. “Take a shower and sleep in your own bed. I’m sure that the elves will wake you up in time for you to come and relieve me.”

“I’d rather not leave you alone, Mother,” he responded sleepily, rubbing at his beautiful grey eyes as he hadn’t done since before Hogwarts. “There’s no telling who might be after us or what will happen. I don’t trust those Aurors.”

“I know, my dear, but your eyes are bloodshot and your skin looks tired,” she teased. Her amusement levels went up at the look of horror on his face. “Draco, go home. I will be fine in the hospital.” She smiled and noticed that he was not reassured. “I might even visit with Mr. Potter again since our earlier meeting was so pleasant.”

“Whatever you have planned, Mother, I wish you’d let go. Now’s not exactly the time for intriguing plans.”

“You disappoint me, Draco. A Malfoy, and a Black for that matter, can always find a reason for intrigue. Since you are both, you should know doubly the value of a good plan.” She pierced him with a stern look. “Like the incident with the Vanishing Cabinets. I was rather proud that you thought of that on your own.”

“I never meant for Greyback, of all people, to come through them,” Draco whispered. He looked haunted for a minute.

“As far as I know, he only attacked the oldest Weasley son, so it was no big loss,” she breathed in his ear, placing a gentle hand on his arm. He was trembling from the memory. ‘He is too tired to be here right now. He dealt so well with everything lately that I momentarily forgot how young my son is.' She sighed and turned to face him fully. “Draco Lucius Malfoy, you will return to Malfoy Manor, immediately and without complaint, to eat, sleep, shower and change into something presentable. If you return...” she looked at the slender watch on her wrist that read elven-thirty in the morning, “…before six P.M., I will be very angry.”

“Mother-”

“Enough, Draco, go home or I will be forced to tell Father just exactly how you’ve behaved in the past twenty minutes.” The look of betrayal that crossed his face, so like hers but with Lucius’s beautiful eyes, hurt but she stayed cold.

“Yes, Mother,” he whispered. With a stiff bow, he left the hospital ward. She waited exactly ten minutes before calling Dibby to make sure that Draco actually went home. The elf appeared with a clean set of robes and a book and pillow for her mistress, which Narcissa gladly accepted.

As soon as she was alone, Narcissa went down the hall to the restroom, where it was safe to use magic and cast a Cleaning charm on her body. She dressed in the fresh robes and smiled when she realized that her personal elf, Manky, had sprayed it with her favorite scent. Even trapped at this horrid hospital, waiting for news about her already injured darling Lucius, a little bit of home was very welcome.

When she returned to the waiting area, she could see the Granger girl coming out of Harry Potter’s room with a sad look on her pretty face. Narcissa made sure that she was in the girl’s way as she made to leave, and grimaced a bit as the younger woman stepped on her feet. “Oh, excuse me,” the girl murmured, looking up with her innocent brown eyes. “Mrs. Malfoy.”

“Miss Granger, what a surprise, although considering that Mr. Potter is next to my husband in this ward, I’m not entirely sure why I am so surprised.”

“I had heard that Lucius was here. How is he doing?” There was no trace of guile or animosity in the Muggle-born witch’s face.

“Not well, I fear. Healer Mindwillow has been disgustingly lax in actually keeping me up-to-date with his case. The last I heard, he was calling in a Curse Breaker.”

“That’s unfortunate. Is your son here?” Ah, a touch of fear flashed in those large eyes.

“No, my son went home to rest a little while ago. I will be sure to pass on your regards, if you wish.”

“Better not,” Granger said with a frown. “He’s not my biggest fan, I’m afraid.”

‘No, I’ve heard your biggest fan is the youngest Weasley male, my dear,’ Narcissa thought with a flash of disgust. “Hm, yes, Draco did manage to pick up on that nasty little trait from his father.”

“Sorry, Mrs. Malfoy, I may sound a bit impertinent, but why are you being so nice to me?”

‘Because you are Mr. Potter’s dearest friend, Hermione Granger, and I will need your assistance in the future.’ Narcissa gave the girl a smile that actually reached her eyes. “Miss Granger, I am very much in the debt of Mr. Potter for saving my life and that of my son from Azkaban. If being nice to his friends is the only thing I can do, I see no harm in it. Besides, from all accounts, you are an intelligent, brave young woman.”

“Thank you,” the girl said, blushing prettily.

‘Why Potter, if he is indeed interested in women - which I sincerely doubt - never looked at this girl instead of the Weasley chit is beyond me.’ “You’re very welcome. Have you just been to see Mr. Potter?”

“Ah, yes, I was visiting with Harry just now.”

“And how is he doing? There was some unpleasantness with the Aurors earlier, from what I understand.”

“He was fine when I left him, but his temper’s a bit mercurial right now. There’s no way to know what will set him off.”

Narcissa sighed at the familiar statement. “That, sadly, sounds all too familiar to what my son is going through. I was hoping that it was teenage rebelliousness, but I think it may have to do with the magical backlash that the Healers have been going on for the last few months.”

“Ah, yes, I did hear about that.” The girl had a faraway look on her face for a moment. “It was very nice to talk with you, Ma’am, but I really must be going.”

“Of course, Miss Granger, but I do hope to speak to you again.” Narcissa stuck out one hand, surprising the younger woman, and was delighted when she found the girl’s hand to be warm and strong. ‘Especially once I have things settled between Mr. Potter and my son.’

As the girl left, Narcissa sat down in the waiting room chairs again, leaving her book in a robe pocket as she thought things over. Hermione Granger turned out to be a rare gem of a Muggle-born – powerful, intelligent, and attractive. Narcissa was strongly reminded of a younger Lily Evans-Potter and was struck with the fact that Potter hadn’t been more attracted to her because of the similarities. Perhaps it was the Weasley girl’s hair color that stuck with Potter and reminded him of his mother. ‘More’s the pity.’

She was pulled from her thoughts by the sound of approaching footsteps and looked up. Standing near her with an unreadable look on his face was Kingsley Shacklebolt, the Minister of Magic, with Arthur Weasley, Deputy Minister. She buried the sudden fear that spiked her heart and took a deep breath. “Minister Shacklebolt, Deputy Weasley, how may I help you?”

“Mrs. Malfoy, we’d like to talk to you about the attack at your home last night. Do you feel up to it?”

“Certainly, gentlemen, I can spare some time to speak to you.”

TBC

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