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The Fealty of Draco Malfoy	By : KaliSword Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4366 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“Fleur!” Bill called as they all walked in Draco at the very end.
“Ez everyone safe?” She saw Hermione and rushed to hug her.
“Yeah everyone is safe. There is one more that needs our help.” He moved to reveal Draco. Fleur shrieked and backed away.
“Get out!” She shouted, “Bill!” he approached her slowly and guided her to the kitchen where Bill explained everything.
Draco stayed near the door as everyone else took seats in the front room unsure where to go. “Malfoy, take a seat,” Harry called.
He took the armchair next to Harry. He kept looking between the room and its soft decor and Harry. He felt elated. His parents were alive! He was alive! He was no longer tied to a mad man. Harry had done that for him.
Bill reentered the room and addressed them, “I explained your situation with Fleur. She will give you a place to stay,” he addressed Draco, “But he cannot be left alone. So Harry, he's your responsibility,”
“Thank you. But we won't be staying for very long so it won't be an issue.” Bill looked slightly surprised.
“You are always welcome here Harry,” Bill stated.
“Thanks but we have to plan our next move.” Harry stood and shook Bill's hand. They shared a grim smile before Harry waved the rest of them to come with him.
They headed upstairs to Griphook’s room. Harry stopped in front of the door. Casting muffliato to give them privacy he explained the next plan.
“We're going to break into the Lestrange vault in Gringotts,” Hermione gasped. Ron blanched but said nothing.
“You're joking,” Draco choked out.
“I'm not,” He looked to Ron and Hermione, “Hufflepuff's goblet is in there. And he knows about the elder wand.”
“Harry! Does he know where-” Ron started.
“Yes, and he already broke into Dumbledore’s tomb to get it.” Harry interrupted.
“The Elder Wand!” Ron ruffled his hair, “Why didn't we stop him?”
“Horcruxes not hallows.” Harry said repeating Hermione. She smiled.
“What?” Draco asked. The three looked at him surprised.
“It doesn’t feel right including him in this,” Ron told Harry eyeing Draco. Harry looked down at the floor.
“You can’t tell anyone about this. Only Ron and Hermione know about this stuff,” Harry spoke softly, “The vow won’t let him break this right Hermione?” she nodded, “It’s a part of his soul that is trapped in an item of importance. It’s what You-Know-Who uses to attain immortality.”
“He split his soul?” Draco asked in disbelief. Harry nodded watching his response. “That's… awful,” Draco wrinkled his nose in disgust.
“That’s not all. He made several of these things,” Ron explained with equal disgust.
“But the soul is delicate! “ Draco exclaimed, “You can't just rip pieces without causing severe….” His face went blank as he thought for a moment. White faced he turned to Harry, “That's why he's gotten more unstable. You've destroyed some already!” Harry smirked as Draco's expression changed from shock to impressed.
“You could tell? Did he seem to notice?” Hermione asked immediately.
“A few months back he seemed to get more violent. Nothing bad had happened. In fact things were in his favor,” he looked at them. With raised eyebrows, “He started cursing people without them even having done anything. Usually he'd give out punishments with explanations.”
Harry thought for a moment “The locket,” he looked to Ron, “That's what did it.” Harry looked at Draco, “Yeah we destroyed one a few months ago. We're going to steal the next one from Gringotts with the Gobiln named Griphook’s help.”
They entered the goblin’s room and his black beady eyes followed Harry until Draco entered. Griphook recoiled.
“What is the meaning of this?” Griphook demanded.
“He's made an Unbreakable Vow to me that he won't betray me. He's safe and won't hurt you as long as you don't hurt me,” Harry explained quickly. Griphook eyed Draco suspiciously but relaxed.
“What do you want Mr. Potter?” Griphook asked.
We need your help breaking into Gringotts.”
They spent the next few days plotting with Griphook. Draco didn’t like the goblin. They were always sneaky bastards. The price of helping was high but Harry agreed. Draco spent the time they weren’t plotting sitting in the garden looking out to the sea.
Harry found him in the garden one day, "You're not supposed be alone," Harry surprised Draco, who rolled his eyes. Harry surveyed the garden before standing beside Draco looking out to the sea. They shared the quiet morning silently.
“Thank you,” Harry spoke quietly. Draco turned towards him with an inquisitive look, “For saving Hermione. That was very brave of you,” Harry watched Draco’s reaction out of the corner of his eye.
“It was the right thing to do. Merlin, I sound like a Gryffindor,” Draco replied.
“May I see it?” Harry was looking at Draco’s left arm.
“If I can see yours,” Draco quipped without thinking. He was looking at Harry’s lightning bolt scar. Harry smirked. Draco tried not to let the blush of embarrassment rise.
“Seems fair,” he pushed his fringe up and watched Draco’s face. Draco swallowed nervously and took a step closer. He never imagined being this close to Harry without being in a fight. He shifted his gaze from Harry’s intense eyes and examined the pink scar. That was all that was left from a killing curse.
“How…” Draco raised his hand to touch it, “How did you survive?” Draco’s finger traced the scar. Harry’s forehead was warmer than his finger and the difference sent a shiver down Draco’s arm. Harry continued to watch his face.
“My mother’s love.” Harry whispered, “Created a magical shield that prevented him from hurting me.” Draco met Harry’s gaze. Harry pinned him there, finger still touching the scar.
“I’m sorry,” Draco watched confusion flicker across Harry’s face, “For making fun of you for it,” Draco withdrew his hand and watched Harry give a small smile. Draco unbuttoned his cuff and rolled up his sleeve.
Harry took his arm and stepped so his shoulder was near Draco’s chest. Draco’s breath caught as Harry traced the word ‘traitor’, “Does it hurt?” Harry asked. Unable to speak he shook his head slightly.
Draco continued to watch Harry’s hand on his forearm and shook his head no. Harry peeked at him before turning back to the mark. There was a faint impression of the dark mark below the word. It looked like a shadow nothing more. The word was black running the length of the original mark.
“I’m sorry,” Harry spoke to his arm.
“For what?”
“Not being able to stop him sooner,” Harry released Draco’s arm. They were still standing very close, “If I had stopped him rising again none of this would have happened,”
“You couldn’t stop him,” Draco spoke softly, “He is a powerful wizard even when weakened,” Harry looked up at Draco who’s heart hammered in his chest.
“We have to stop him. He’s only going to make things worse,” Harry had a determined glint in his eye.
“Thank you,” Draco blurted. Harry furrowed his brow, “For saving me even after all the shit I did,”
Harry clapped a hand to Draco’s shoulder, “You earned it,” Draco smiled at that.
Dinners were an interesting affair for Draco. Griphook had been reluctant to leave the bedroom at all but Fleur threatened to make his life miserable if he didn’t stop treating her like a servant and at least eat his meals downstairs.
“BIll…” Hermione asked looking at his nearly raw steak, “Don’t you want that cooked a bit?”
“Ever since the scratches I like my meat a bit bloody,” Bill replied sniffing it greedily. Draco was a bit queasy. Bill had been attacked by Fenrir Greyback and had some wolfish tendencies. Draco shivered in memory of Greyback’s leering face as he offered to ‘take care of’ Hermione at Malfoy Manor. Hermione crinkled her nose before shaking her head as Bill took a bite of steak.
Ron had crammed a ton of food into his mouth praising Fleur for her good cooking. Fleur was pleased but held her smile tightly as she kept a wary eye on Griphook and Draco who sat beside Harry across from Fleur.
“Merci pour le repas, Madame,” Thank you for the meal, ma’am. Draco dipped his head as he thanked Fleur in French. Her eyebrows rose and a smile slowly grew on her face.
“Je vous en prie Monsieur,” You are welcome, sir. Fleur replied, “Parlez-vous couramment le français?” Do you speak fluent French?
“Oui,” Yes. Draco replied. She beamed and chatted with him through the rest of dinner in French. They spoke of their favorite places in France and how Draco had been tutored in several languages as a child. Everyone else glanced at them occasionally but let other conversations carry on.
After dinner Harry pulled Draco aside to the living room. Harry smiled at him and gave him a friendly clap on the back.
“I think Fleur likes you now,” Harry teased, “Better watch out, heard she has a husband with a mean right hook,”
“She is lovely,” Draco smirked back, “I don’t fancy fighting anyone today,” Draco watched Ron and Hermione helping clean up dinner.
“What did you two talk about?” Harry asked.
“Mostly France. She’s homesick and the war doesn’t make it safe to go home at this point,” Draco furrowed his brow. Why does he want to know?
“Maybe now she won’t be so uptight about you being here,” Harry gave another genuine smile, “I’m glad you’re making friends,” with that Harry left to help the others. Draco was confused but had a pleasant feeling in his stomach.
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