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The Fallen Sakura Petal	By : corsochan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 15480 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author: HatefulRodeo

Story: The Fallen Sakura Petal

Notes: Thanks to all that reviewed, fav'd and followed! Back to Harry & Narcissa's POV & more plot ahead! Enjoy Dearies!

Previously:

Once dried Draco made his way, completely nude, to his heavenly looking bed and slid under the soft blanket. Gods! This bed was amazing! Draco felt his body just sink into the soft sheets and mattress, completely enveloped in softness.

Sighing again, he shifted to get into a more comfortable position so he could rest his overtaxed mind. Draco hadn't felt this relaxed or safe in six months, and until this moment he hadn't realized how much living at the brothel had taken a toll on him.

Relaxing further he let his mind and body shutdown completely, safe in the knowledge that his mother was here, and he was in his home, where no one could hurt him or take him away. Draco drifted into a deep sleep with a smile on his pink lips.

~~~~~~~~*********Chapter 8*******~~~~~~~~

Harry arrived in the kitchen of Number 12 after apparating from St. Mungos, and before he even had a chance to call for Kreacher the floo went off signaling he had a call. Turning to the hearth Harry looked upon the smiling face of Molly Weasely.

A surge of anger rose in Harry when he saw the Weasely matriarch when the thoughts of Draco flew into his mind. Crushing his anger down Harry smiled kindly; "What can I do for you Molly? I was just about to have lunch?"

The older woman sighed in exasperation before speaking in a slightly scolding manner that Harry found grating. "Yes Harry dear you were supposed to come for lunch over half hour ago. Don't worry just come one through. We all waited for you to arrive."

Harry wanted to get out of going to the Burrow, he knew he'd see that bastard Ron there, but couldn't think of a plausible excuse. He had just stated he was hungry hadn't he, and to Molly's knowledge everything was fine between him and the rest of the Weasely family.

Harry agreed and waited until Molly disconnected the call before stepping into the hearth, he threw the powder, and called for his destination; "The Burrow, Ottery St. Catchpole."

Harry was swept away, and into the Burrow's kitchen in a swirl of green flames. Harry stepped out, brushed the soot from his robes and greeted the assembled Weasley family warmly.

He really had to stop himself from hexing Ron's private bits off in his sudden rage when the berk had the audacity to act like nothing was wrong. Harry knew Ron had been suspended from work, but by the looks of it Ron hadn't mentioned it to the rest of his family.

Harry had to ask; "Ron I'm surprised you're here. Shouldn't you be at work?" Ron looked uncomfortable before he quickly smiled and spoke; "No, took a month vacation. Needed the break since Seamus and I have been so busy."

Harry almost snarled; busy indeed! Yes busy kidnapping, and forcing people into the sex trade. Of course you needed a break after you forced an innocent man to be raped countless times, and stole his memory from him.

Breathing deeply Harry calmed himself down before he said something to compromise the ongoing investigation into Draco's abduction. When Molly called for them all to sit and begin eating Harry did so gratefully, placing himself as far away from Ron as possible.

Harry sat between George and Bill, the conversation between them was quite pleasant. They spoke about Bill's work as Head Curse Breaker and George's inventions for Weasely Wizard Wheezes.

Harry was pleased they were both happy, they seemed to be moving on from the war, and the many scars, both physical and mental, it had left behind. When the meal was done Harry was full, and relaxed until Ron asked to speak with him privately.

Standing reluctantly Harry followed Ron to the sitting room; "What's going on Ron?" Harry waited patiently, he had an inkling about what Ron wanted to ask, but he would not make it easy on him in the least.

The bastard could swing for all Harry cared. It was amazing how all the years of friendship could be undone by what Ron had done to Draco. Harry wasn't too fussed, and that was incredibly indicative of how much Ron and his friendship had degraded.

"I wanted to know if you had a clue as to why I was suspended. My boss just said it was dereliction of duty but didn't explain more." Harry nodded, looking like he was quite perturbed by Ron's words while inside he was cackling; Ron had no clue that his plot had been uncovered and Draco was safe at Malfoy Manor.

"No Ron, I haven't heard anything in regards to your suspension. Have you done anything wrong that would call your sworn oath of office as an Auror into question?" Harry knew Ron would deny any wrongdoing, he always did.

"No I've been doing my job and helping those who deserve it." Ron's reply was like a slap to Harry's face. It was with great restraint that Harry spoke again without his face vibrating with rage and disgust. "Well then I'm sure it is a simple misunderstanding, and your boss will clear it up shortly with you." Indeed it would become very clear when Ron was thrown into Azkaban.

Harry left the room quickly before Ron could reply, the Potter Lord was already restraining himself to the limit of his patience, but he knew soon Ron's attitude would be too much, and he would snap; cursing the youngest Weasely son into oblivion.

Returning to the still bustling kitchen table Harry sat to discuss business with George, seeing as he was still a third owner of the successful joke shop. Harry found himself calming down while George and he spoke. George always knew how to cheer him up.

Glancing at the clock he saw it was approaching 6:45! Had he really been here for over four hours?! Apparently so; Harry stood and said his goodbyes to the Weasleys.

Stepping into the floo Harry went through the motions and spoke, "Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire" along with the password since the Weasely's floo wasn't authorized at Malfoy Manor, "La famille est tout".

The password was French, and translated to 'Family is Everything'. Harry quite liked the password, it was how he felt about family. When he had one of his own he would do everything he could to protect them, and teach them to be good people.

Harry emerged from the floo in Malfoy Manor when the emerald flames died out; a little house elf was there to guide him to where the Malfoys were sitting. On the walk over Harry began to think hard about some things; was he really willing to cut ties with the Weaselys.

They had been his surrogate family since he was twelve years old. Could he walk away from that when it became public knowledge that Ron and Seamus had hurt Draco, and the Weaselys found out that Harry was firmly supporting Draco and Narcissa?

His answer was given to him when he walked into the beautiful sitting room; when Draco stood, and smiled the most gorgeous smile Harry had ever seen. The answer was simple; Yes, Harry could give up the Weasely family as long as he got to see Draco smile at him like that. He would move hell, earth and heaven so the blonde man could always smile that breathtaking smile.

Merlin Harry was screwed! Only he would fall in love with a man who was incapable of loving him at the moment. But Harry was never one to quit, and he stood by his earlier promise; he would support Draco and Narcissa in any way he could and maybe after a while Draco would be his to hold, love and make a life with.

Narcissa Malfoy was neither blind nor stupid, but she wasn't sure she was seeing what she thought she was between her son and Harry Potter. However, when she saw the way Draco was smiling at Harry and the soft look Harry was giving her little dragon in return she knew there was a growing attraction between the two young men.

Narcissa was pleased with this development; Harry was a good, honorable man, and would support and cherish her baby. Her only concern was that Draco had just been through such a horrible ordeal.

Would her son be able to be with another man in the future, or would his past experiences from the last six months hinder him from finding a mate to settle down with? Narcissa sighed inaudibly, only time would tell if Harry and Draco would become something more than tentative friends.

Make no mistake in the unlikely event that Harry tried to push Draco into something he wasn't ready for she would castrate the defeater of Voldemort in a heartbeat. Her course set to keep an eye on Draco and Harry in the future Narcissa stood to welcome the young Potter Lord.

"Harry you're here. I trust your day has been well since we last saw you." Narcissa placed a kiss to Harry's cheek causing the younger man to blush adorably. Yes, she did love watching Harry when he became ruffled; he reminded her of a confused puppy.

Harry muttered his greeting to her before turning to Draco, who was radiating happiness now that Harry was here. Once the greetings were exchanged they all took their seats; Narcissa in the wingback chair facing the sofa that Harry and Draco were sitting on.

She watched amusedly as Draco began to grill Harry about Hogwarts, the kind of person he was, what he had done to Harry that made him not want to be his friend. Harry looked like he was trying to keep up with Draco's rapid fire questioning, but eventually he raised a hand to stop Draco's verbal onslaught.

"Draco slow down, I'm not going anywhere. I'll answer the questions you have asked me so far." Draco nodded looking a bit abashed that he had essentially verbally tackled Harry in his zeal for answers.

"Hogwarts was the best; it was my home while I went to school there. Maybe now that you're home the Headmistress will allow us to visit, and look around when you have your memories back. The school was in a great castle on the edge of a cliff, it was amazing that it never fell off but magic can do many amazing things.

Draco I want you to know that you weren't the greatest person; when I first met you. You came across as haughty and spoiled. But when I reconnected with you after the war I saw that what you presented to the world wasn't you; it was a mask created so you could survive in the life you were forced into by your father, and his unreasonable expectations.

I came to like that Draco Malfoy; you are quite like him at the moment though. I think your personality now was what it has always has been but you were just too afraid to let anyone see it.

Now as to why I didn't want to be your friend; it goes back to your mask. You insulted Ron, who at the time was my first magical friend. I took great exception with that and refused to be friends with someone who was a bully or mean to someone just because they didn't have any money."

Narcissa watched Draco wilt in shame at what Harry told him. She was about to stand, and make her way over to offer her support to Draco; Harry, however, moved faster, taking Draco's smaller hand in his. "Draco like I told you before I realized later when I was older that that boy on the train wasn't really you. It took me awhile to see it but I did.

I want you to know that I consider you a friend and I care for you a great deal. Do you believe me Draco?" Narcissa felt her heart warm when Draco tentatively raised his wet grey eyes to meet Harry's concerned emeralds, and smiled a small smile.

She knew Harry was just what Draco needed to get him through this; Harry would see them both through this ordeal; from the investigation, the coming trial and the sentencing.

With Harry and her looking after Draco she didn't need to worry about his wellbeing because she knew they would get through this together. Narcissa finally had her baby back with her, and a very good friend and powerful ally in Lord Harry James Potter-Black.

The rest of the night was spent pleasantly retelling stories to Draco about his childhood, his time at Hogwarts and answering any other questions Draco had. It warmed her heart to hear the sounds laughter and joy in the Manor again, for too long the halls had been still, quiet and cold.

Narcissa went to bed that night after Harry had taken his leave, and Draco retired to his suite, feeling like everything was finally coming back together after so long, it was a feeling she hadn't felt since the Dark Lord's return.

This was a chapter I felt was needed to set the stage for the coming showdown between Harry and some of the Weasely family.

Also Narcissa's POV was called for as well. Setting the stage for the coming relationship between our Dragon and Harry.

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