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Flesh of My Flesh	By : lashton Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9435 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Legacy of Light
Laurence Ashton
Prologue:
Flesh of My Flesh
Part H

�Hey!� said an Irish brogue from behind Draco. He turned and watched as Seamus Finnegan bounded over with a gaggle of unfamiliar Ravenclaws and Gryffindors. �Malfoy, is this some sort of joke?� Finnegan indicated Draco�s new girth.
Draco sighed. Finnegan was not the first to ask him this. He�d been answering these sorts of questions all morning and it was getting annoying and tiring. �No,� he said blandly. �I am with child.�
Finnegan�s face turned red and he glowered at Draco. �What are you, some sort of retard?� he screeched. Others in the hallway turned towards the commotion, and Draco stiffened but looked back at Finnegan evenly. �Blokes don�t get preggers, unless�� his hand snatched out and tugged at Draco�s robe, pulling it open, �unless you�ve been hiding something all this time. Are you a girl, Malfoy?�
Draco cocked his head and pulled out of Finnegan�s grasp. �We can just say that I�m more of a man than you are.�
At first Finnegan balked. But when he heard one of the Ravenclaws snicker, he curled his hands into fists and grew red in the ears. �I WOULDN�T COUNT ON IT, YOU POUFTER! YOU�RE THE ONE THAT BENDS OVER AND TAKES IT UP THE ARSE LIKE A CHIT! SO MUCH FOR SUPERIORITY OF BLOOD, EH, MALFOY, WHEN IT TURNED YOU INTO A FUCKING RENTBOY FAGGOT, A DISGUSTING SODOMITE��
Draco couldn�t listen to any more. He wanted to hit Finnegan, but he couldn�t take the chance that Finnegan would fight back and hurt Carin and Xander, so he turned and left. Finnegan screamed after him for a few moments, calling him disgusting names and painting him out to be an indiscriminate pillow biter. It hurt much more than he should have, when he likened it to the names his father had called him, and Draco had to scratch at his wrists until they bled to distract himself from the pain. He wondered if he�d ever hurt anyone like that � and the first person that came to mind after was, of course, Harry. The thought made him cringe.
�Ah, I was just about to send a messenger spell for you,� said Snape when Draco went into his first afternoon class of the day. �Dumbledore has called me to his office � as your guardian � so I�ll need you to cover my classes for the rest of the day.�
Draco winced, but nodded. Of course his first class would be seventh year Gryffindors and Slytherins. Snape gave Draco a measuring look and patted him on the shoulder before leaving. A few moments later, as Draco looked through Snape�s notes for the afternoon, Harry, Granger and Weasley came into the class. Granger and Weasley took seats in the front, but Harry approached him.
�Hey, beautiful,� said Harry when he came in and pecked Draco on the cheek, wrapping his arms around Draco�s shoulders from behind. �How are things going so far? I heard the most ridiculous rumors�.�
Draco shrugged away from Harry�s grasp and moved to sit on the edge of the desk. �Rumors,� he repeated, and Harry grinned. Draco blushed under the look and bowed his head to study Snape�s notes. �Like what?�
�Oh,� said Harry, shifting. �What�s wrong with you? I mean, I know that today isn�t really one of your best, but� we had no other choice, right? Did something happen to upset you?�
Draco tensed. "Tease," Lucius said, his voice low and cold. "You have teased me for years and now you have betrayed me! Whore! You rentboy faggot! " Harry watched Draco intently, fiddling with the sleeve of his wrinkled white school shirt. Draco squirmed in his seat, growing more and more uncomfortable by the second. Phantom fingers ghosted over his skin, pressing hard into his hips, caressing his cheeks, gripping his sides � pulling, demanding, breaking.
�What happened?� said Harry again, grabbing Draco�s wrist and squeezing. Draco winced, head snapping up so he could glare at him.
�Nothing,� he snapped. �Nothing that I didn�t expect, anyway.�
�So why are you so upset?�
�I�m not upset,� he spat. �Nothing�s wrong. Go take your seat.�
Harry stepped back, and for a second Draco thought that Harry was going to comply. Then, of a sudden, Harry rushed back against Draco like ice, capturing Draco�s wrists in a stinging grip. He sneered at Draco and Draco glowered back at him.
�You don�t ever lie to me,� said Harry, his voice coming like shadow and frost. After that came the probing, spindles prodding at the edges of Draco�s memory. Draco closed his eyes immediately and looked away, adrenaline charging through his veins. Harry used Legilimency against him, and even though Draco was learning Occlumency, his lessons were internal for the most part and he hadn�t gotten anywhere near the mastery to fight Harry back. Still, though, the probing didn�t stop � indeed, it grew stronger, grew almost painful, and �
�Harry, � said Draco, but Harry was insistent. Draco jerked back and relented. �He said that I was a � a rentboy faggot,� Draco whispered. �My father called me that.� The probing receded.
�HARRY POTTER!� screeched Granger, jumping up from her seat. �I know you didn�t use��
�WHAT?� Harry barked, spinning away from Draco. Granger glowered at him, but Weasley tugged at her sleeve impatiently and she turned her back on him. �Who said that?� he said, turning back to Draco.
�What the fuck does it matter?� said Draco. He shuffled some papers on Snape�s desk, scowling because his hands were shaking so harshly that he could barely keep them under control. Harry reached for him again, but Draco twisted away and hurried around to put the desk between them. �You are not going to manhandle me so that I�ll give you what you want, Potter.�
�Harry, give it a rest!� said Weasley. Draco glanced at Weasley, surprised, and that provided distraction enough for Harry to reach across the desk and take his hand. Their minds clashed together and Draco�s thoughts reared back, and�

~

�Draco! DRACO�� Lucius screamed, giving the child two sharp, stinging slaps. The child remained dazed and unresponsive, lying prone on his back, eyes glazed over, pudgy little hands curled into fists. �Narcissa, the potions! Hurry!�
Lucius lifted the toddler into his arms and cradled the baby�s head. Draco�s chubby arms lolled at his sides. After a few seconds more, Narcissa barreled over, clutching two crystal vials to her chest. Lucius snatched one away and shifted Draco so that his head hung slightly back over Lucius�s forearm. He pulled the cork from the vial with his teeth and poured some of the potion into the child�s mouth, then Narcissa closed her hand over the baby�s nose and mouth. Draco choked, swallowing involuntarily. Narcissa pulled away, and the child let out a gurgling cry, suddenly struggling, flinging his arms about. He swallowed the remainder of the first and the next potion willingly.
�Will he survive?� asked Narcissa as Lucius clutched the baby Draco to his chest, sobbing over the hiccoughing toddler. Lucius shook, managing a weak affirmative, before choking and weeping violently, rocking the baby in his arms back and forth. Narcissa sagged against her husband in relief, their child pressed between them as he slowly settled, tears drying away into dizzying drowsiness. �Oh, by all the gods,� she said, wrapping her arms around them both, clutching them desperately. �Don�t ever leave me, don�t ever leave me, my baby, please. Don�t ever leave me.� �

�Draco stood in a dark room, lit only by the flickering light of torches in wall sconces. Draco turned around thrice, but all he could make out in any direction was shadows � twisting, writhing darkness that permeated the room like cold.
�Hello?� he said, taking a step forward blindly. From behind him came a noise, static, and Draco spun around, peering into the darkness. Torchlight flared, and Draco could make out a wizarding wireless. It was one of the old floor models with large knobs and speakers covered over with latticed wire and cloth. A figure sat cross-legged on top of the wireless, hunched forward. Soon a song started up, a dark, haunting piece that Draco had never heard before. It reminded him of the ghost stories his cousin Septimius told him during their secret autumn sleepovers in the ruins of the old village prison by his Uncle Nero�s estate. �Who are you? Where am I?�
�But don�t you know, Draco,� said the hunched figure. �I have waited a long time to meet you again.�
�Julian,� said Draco. He stopped where he stood, not knowing whether to move forward, towards his twin, or flee.
�I like that name,� said Julian. �I have always called myself Lucius, after father, as father called me.� Julian looked up, and Draco was startled that Julian looked directly at him. He took a step back, glancing around for some sign of where he was, how he could escape. �I have been restored, dear brother. You should have guessed that, surely.�
�Why should I have guessed that?�
Julian cocked his head to the side and smirked at Draco. �Oh, honestly. They could not break the link between us, Draco. They could only make you blind to it.� A solemn look came over Julian�s face, and he leaned back so that he was covered by shadows. �Long have you sustained me, healed me�. But I have been alone. Lonely.�
�I cannot stay here.�
�No?�
�No.�
Julian came forward again, sneering, his face contorted with anger and frustration. �Then why did you come here? Why did you finally follow me, after all these years, if you will soon leave me again? I cannot go on without you, brother, and you would never take me back!�
�I� I didn�t follow you,� said Draco. �I never even looked for you. Not even after I learned�� Julian fell back as if struck, and he stared at Draco in abject horror. �I� couldn�t. It was too dangerous. Even now it could be a danger��
�But I would never hurt you, Draco. It has been the thought of you that gave me my growth. Ever have I changed as you changed. Ever have I wanted to be your shadow.�
�I� it�s not me that I worry about��
�Oh, your sons, � said Julian. The pained look disappeared from his face and he approached Draco for the first time, but did not come too close. �Father�s sons, aren�t they?� he asked, voice like shrapnel. Draco nodded, blushing. �I am sorry you must endure his� affections. The worst of it has not yet come. He will hurt you always.� Julian blinked and walked back over to the wireless and sat atop it again. �It is a strange love. I can understand it, at times. Sometimes I wish that I could have you for my own, too, that we could be together again, like we were meant to be, and that way everything would be fine. But I am stuck here, waiting for you. Sometimes I am permitted to see you, see the living, but most times I am not. It is� very hard for me to connect through the inhibitors.� Julian grinned and sighed wistfully. �But they are gone now.�
�Yes,� said Draco. He glanced over his shoulder again, but could see nothing. �I must leave. I am needed back there.�
�But you are also needed here.�
�I will come for you again, to set you free. But not today.�
Julian glowered. �Are you lying to me, brother? That is powerful magic.�
�I will be a powerful mage,� said Draco impatiently. �Julian, do you really believe that I am lying to you? That I could, even if I wanted to?�
�Take me with you now.�
�I cannot.�
�You can!� said Julian angrily. �Your ancient mother � she will tell you how! Take me with you now!�
�I would never ask that of the Fay!� snapped Draco.
�Not even for me?�
�Especially not for you.� Julian curled his hands into fists at his side and pouted, his eyes tearing up. Guilt tore at Draco, because he could never understand Julian�s pain, his loneliness, and how it must feel to come so close to what he�d always longed for, only to have it ripped ruthlessly way. �I�m sorry. I meant��
�I know very well what you meant, Draco,� said Julian sadly. �You are right, baby brother. You must go back and I must stay here.� Julian�s gaze became glassy for a moment, then cleared suddenly, and he hopped down and took Draco�s hand. �You will do as you say, I have seen it. Before you go, I will say this: be wary of father, for he has hid much from you and his weakness has poisoned him deeper than you think. And also know that you cannot turn your back on us all because of Father�s lust for you. There are other Malfoys whose worth should be decided on their own merit�. And � listen, father will come to you again, before you are ready, and he will� he will hurt you again, but you must forgive him � accept him as your father once more, publicly. Okay?�
�I don�t understand,� said Draco. �Did you see something � my� my future?�
�Yes, I saw,� said Julian, releasing Draco�s hand. �I have had more time to practice our gifts than you. But you�ll be better at it than me. I was always the weak one.�
�Julian��
�No time for that. I just� one last thing before you go. There�s a boy � an arrogant prat who keeps pushing you around.�
�You mean Harry?�
�Yes, that�s it!� said Julian. �Frankly, I don�t know what you see in him.�
Draco grinned. �Neither do I,� he said. �But what of it?�
�Keep your eye on his wand.� Before Draco could ask what Julian meant by that, Julian turned and said, �There!� and a light flared, blinding Draco so that he turned away and shielded his eyes.

~

When he opened his eyes again, he stood against Snape�s desk, breathless. He glanced up at Harry, who bared his teeth, whipping out his wand. Other students were coming in now, but both Weasley and Granger remained on their feet, looking fidgety and confused as Harry stormed across the room to where Seamus Finnegan and Dean Thomas were noisily setting up their cauldrons.
�Harry?� said Draco, but Harry ignored him and latched a hand onto Finnegan�s shoulder and spun the older Gryffindor around. Draco went to break them apart before they started a brawl right in the middle of class, but Weasley grabbed him by the arms and dragged him back.
�No way are you hopping into the fray with your condition,� he said. Draco glowered at him, but realized that Weasley only spoke the truth. �I�ll go break them up.�
He darted down the aisle and tugged on Harry�s arm impatiently as the two Gryffindors squared off. Draco grimaced from the sidelines. Snape was going to kill him when he found out what Draco�s �lesson� had degenerated to.
�What do you want, Harry?� said Finnegan, sounding amiable, nothing like the spiteful bastard he was in the hall when he was trying to kick Draco when he was down. Draco sighed heavily and impatiently. Granger joined him near the desk, mumbling about Harry�s ridiculous behavior.
�I heard what you said to Draco in the hall.�
Finnegan grinned. �Yeah, well, Malfoy�s a prat so��
�Don�t ever say those things to him again.�
�What are you on about, Harry?� demanded Finnegan. �That freak bastard�s been hounding us Gryffindors since first year, and now he�s finally getting it back, I�m not passing up��
�While this melodrama has been quite entertaining, I think it is time you all took your seats and prepared for the lesson, � interrupted Draco.
�YOU STAY OUT OF THIS, YOU SODDING TWAT��
�Seamus! � exclaimed Hermione in her most aggravating Head Girl voice. Her indignation didn�t have quite the same effect as Harry�s though, for when the name had come out of Finnegan�s mouth, Harry pounced on him. Both boys went sprawling to the floor, their limbs a flurry of punches and kicks. It didn�t take long for Weasley and Blaise to grab Harry and drag him away, but it was enough time for Harry�s frenzied attack to show its brutality. Harry struggled against Weasley and Blaise�s grasps, spitting blood as Thomas and Longbottom helped Finnegan to stand.
�What�s your problem, Harry?� screeched Finnegan, rubbing at the bloody wound on his neck. �It�s only bloody Malfoy! He�s been the fucking Slytherin Slut for years, and now he�s getting what�s been coming to him for a long time! Blimey, you�re acting like it�s personal!�
�IT IS PERSONAL!� Harry roared, jerking harder at Weasley and Blaise�s strength.
�WHY, ARE YOU FUCKING HIM?�
Harry�s eyes bulged and blood and spittle came flying out of his mouth as he screeched, �YES, AS A MATTER OF FACT I AM � AND YOU WANT TO KNOW SOMETHING ELSE � I DID THAT TO HIM! SO IF YOU BADMOUTH HIM AGAIN, YOU�RE GOING TO HAVE TO DEAL WITH ME ABOUT IT!�
�Oh, Harry, � said Hermione in the stunned silence that followed that �revelation.� Weasley and Blaise were so shocked to hear that, of all things, come out of Harry�s mouth, and their grips loosened and Harry went darting across the divide between him and his fellow Gryffindor and knocked Finnegan, Thomas, and Longbottom into one tangled heap.
�THAT IS QUITE ENOUGH!� Draco yelled, barging down the aisle of gape-mouthed students. He grabbed Harry�s fist as it swung back for a punch and hauled the other boy to his feet and shoved him towards the Slytherin side of the room. �All of you will take your seats right now!� Hermione joined Draco, glowering at everyone balefully, and the students scrambled back to their desks. Hermione took a seat beside Harry in the front and punched him in the arm as she set up her cauldron. �Finnegan, Potter, you will both regret this disgraceful display.� Harry sat, shell-shocked, beside Granger, head bowed over his text, as if he only now realized what he had said, but Finnegan opened his mouth wide to protest. �You do not want to try my patience today, Finnegan, believe me.� Thomas kicked Finnegan under the table and Finnegan shut his mouth. �That will be fifteen points each from Gryffindor for fighting, and another five each for disrupting Snape�s lesson�. Now, I trust we are all ready to begin?� No one said anything. �Open your texts to page five hundred and ninety six. That is the potion you will be brewing today. You will do it individually and silently. If you have a question or complication you will approach me. Start.�
Draco scowled at everyone one last time before going to the Professor�s work bench and setting up his own cauldron. A quiet line of students formed in the back of the room by the hood to collect ingredients and Draco watched them owlishly, sneering. When everyone else had gotten their own ingredients for their potions, Draco quickly collected his own and started on the reactions. No one approached Draco for questions during the period, but Draco hadn�t really expected them to. The class ended in peace and the rest of the afternoon was blissfully uneventful.

~

After classes that afternoon, Draco retired to his room to sulk. Potter had, in a room full of Gryffindors and Slytherins, essentially 'outed' Draco as "Harry Potter's Bitch." This, Draco knew, was going to be a title that he could never live down � much like "Slytherin Slut," which had Draco's father in a tiff, and therefore Draco as well, frantically trying to make his father see that he hadn't found any ways of getting around the wards. The wards had been tightened anyway and Draco had undergone a humiliating interrogation at a Death Eater's, Avery's, hands before his father would be appeased.
Draco lay on the couch by the fire, sketching as the minutes until dinner slipped away. He drew images of Vivienne as he remembered her from their first moments together: sitting, beautiful and solemn, in the parlor with Uncle Justinian and Aunt Florence, or head back, pealing laughter falling from her lips as she danced to a jolly fairy song, or face flushed, breathless, eyes glinting in pale slivers of moonlight. He longed for her more than ever now, to hold him and comfort him, as she used to, and whisper silly stories of her childhood into his ear until all that he could think was, Merlin. I love you, I love you, I love you. And he they would fall asleep that way, locked together like �
A knock came at the door and Draco set aside his sketches and went to answer it. Harry stood on the other side, head ducked forward, the hood on his navy blue hooded sweatshirt drawn up. He shifted anxiously from foot to foot and said, "I'm sorry," so quietly that it took Draco a moment to register what he'd said.
"Not quite good enough," said Draco balefully. Harry looked up and Draco was shocked to see that his eyes and nose were puffy and red. "Were you crying?"
Harry sniffled and shook his head. Draco inwardly rolled his eyes, but said, "Of course not. Get in here. I have some Frosty Cubes around here somewhere. They always cheer me up."
Draco led Harry over to the bed and pushed him to sit on it, then he started rummaging through the side table drawer and his trunk. He sat back on his heels a moment when none turned up, trying to figure out what he could have done with them. Then he remembered that he'd locked them up in his closet in an attempt to keep himself from overindulging and ruining his diet.
The chest of candies was at the very top of his closet, and he levitated it down and had to spell it open. Inside was a sweet-tooth's treasure trove supplied with a surplus of every sort of candy that could be found in Hogsmeade, Diagon Alley, and Wiltshire. Draco smiled at it wistfully and dug around until he found a case of Frosty Cubes, mint cubes dipped in seventy-percent cocoa dark chocolate wrapped in snowy white foil. Draco pried open the case and tossed a package to Harry, who hadn't really been paying attention. The packet smacked him on the side of the head and plopped into his lap.
"What's this?" asked Harry as he tore into the bag. He glanced up and saw Draco's stash of sweets and grinned. "Sweet tooth much?"
"Oh, shut up, Potter."
"Yes, Dear," Harry said and popped one of the mints into his mouth. At first he winced at the bitter strength of the chocolate, but as the underlying sweetness and mint came into his palate, he relaxed into it and finished off the bag. "These are fantastic."
"Behind the counter at Honeydukes," Draco said, tossing him another pack. This time, Harry snatched it out of the air and tore into it. "I like rich chocolate."
"I can tell. This is sharp as a knife."
Draco studied Harry's face for a moment. The redness was fast dissipating and, with a wash, his eyes would soon be clear again. Harry certainly seemed less tense and awkward than he had when he'd first offered an apology.
"So, are you going to tell me what happened?"
Harry squared his shoulders and stood up, starting to pace the room. Draco looked up at Harry through his fringe, watching Harry's sharp strides. When Harry was nervous, he tugged at things. Now Harry twisted and pulled his sleeves into bundles of knotted fabric.
"It doesn't matter what you said or did, Harry," Draco told him quietly. "Nothing can make me hate you, now."
Harry spun around and glowered at Draco. "I wouldn't be too sure of that. Not only did I� force my way into your thoughts � I violated you � but what I� I didn't break the link right away. I was so far into your mind, and even after my anger faded, I could hear you� feel you."
Draco blinked and stared down at his hands. Harry was worried that he had done as Lucius had, had become likened to Draco's father in Draco's mind. And, perhaps, before the end of sixth year, Draco would have thought of Harry that way. But not now, never again.
"I understand."
"Do you?" Harry pressed. "Do you know what I did to you? Did you even realize when I�" Harry's voice cracked and he sank onto the couch and stared moodily into the fire.
"No, I didn't. I was somewhere else," Draco explained, "far away from my own thoughts. And what does it matter, anyway, if I'm not upset?"
"I manipulated you� manhandled you."
"I already told you, I was not there. Whatever surface you touched, manipulated, it wasn't me. Not really. So quit your whining." Harry glanced at him uncertainly and Draco glowered. "Anyway, Potter, you couldn't manipulate me if your life depended on it. Don't you think my father would have ensured against exactly that? Why do you think it hurt him so much? He knew that whatever appalling situation I'd gotten myself into, I'd done it willingly. "
"Hmm," Harry said, picking up Draco's sketches. "I'm more powerful than your father."
"Then, perhaps, it's a good thing that my father didn't cast that particular charm," Draco said, sneering.
"Who's this?" asked Harry. "She's very pretty. A cousin?"
Draco snatched the sketches away and put them in his pocket. "Don't touch my stuff, Harry."
"You've never minded before," Harry said, cocking his head to the side. He pushed his hood back and ran his fingers through his mussed black hair. "So who is she?"
"She is my betrothed," Draco snapped. Harry's eyes glazed over for a second and Draco shifted awkwardly, his hand lingering over his pocket. "She was my betrothed. Until my father's jealousy overwhelmed him and he broke our contract in the only way that I would have accepted."
"He killed her."
"Oh no." A shiver passed down Draco's spine, the lingering phantom-fingers of the wards coasting over his skin, spreading through his veins, coiling around him until he was wrapped in a heavy cocoon. "Father has never murdered anyone. He has simply arranged for their untimely suicides."
"I'm sorry."
"It's getting late. I've got to get to dinner."
"I'll go with you."
Draco snorted. "What, Harry, will you hold my hand or lock me to a lead?"
"I didn't mean to say that," Harry explained, blushing. "It's just� I saw the look in his eyes when he called you those horrid names and I� I wanted to protect you from that."
"By telling everyone that you were� fucking me? Did you really think that would help? You're Harry Potter and I'm your bitch, so�. It doesn't matter. I'm just floundering along anyway. Being buggered by Harry Potter can't hurt my reputation as a whore any."
"You are not a whore. "
"My father seems to think I am."
"Your father is a fucking lunatic who doesn't know how precious you are beyond his disgusting lust. That makes him the whore."
Draco took a deep, steadying breath and fought the urge to jump to his father's defense. Lucius had never appreciated all that Draco was willing to give him, this much was true, but the idea still didn't sit well with Draco that someone would speak ill of him.
"Shall we go?" he said. Just as Draco was about to pull the door open, Harry stopped him. Draco looked at him curiously. �What?� he said.
�Nothing,� said Harry, then kissed him.

~

When Harry and Draco first walked into the Great Hall, side-by-side, as it were, not hand-in-hand � Draco�s sense of irony didn�t extend that far into his own humiliation � they met a rolling wave of silence. Draco didn�t pause an instant before heading over to the Slytherin table where Vince and Greg had saved a gaping bunch of seats near the head of the table. Harry followed Draco over, and Draco raised an eyebrow at him, curious.
�Er,� said Harry. �I might as well lie in it, eh?�
Draco scowled as he took a seat by Vince. �You�re not lying in it, Harry, you�re rolling in it. And don�t ever try to placate me again. Condescension doesn�t suit you and it annoys the hell out of me.�
Harry grinned, filling up his plate with food. �Yes, Dear.�
Draco fought back the urge to dump an icy pitcher of pumpkin juice in Harry�s lap. It would not, he thought, be seemly, and would probably attract more attention than he wanted.
A couple of minutes later, the door to the Great Hall opened again and a noisy gaggle of students walked in, joining Harry, Draco, Vince, and Greg at the Slytherin table. Draco watched them all with mounting irritation as they settled themselves in, chattering amiably, like they were all old friends. Granted, Draco could have expected something so stupid from Harry and his idiot friends � Granger and Weasley, the Weasley girl, Loony Luna, Longbottom, the annoying camera-wielding Gryffindor prat � Creepy, or something� and a few other members of the Harry Potter Fanclub that Draco didn�t know � but the Slytherins should have known better. Pansy, Blaise, Millicent, Vince, Greg, Teddy Nott, Lillian Woodruff, Ashley Cameron, and Remy Dalton were all sitting about as if they hadn�t just pulled the stupidest stunt since Flint�s utterly brilliant Potter�s-Dementor scam. Draco wanted to cry. He stabbed at his dinner mercilessly.
�Something wrong?� asked Harry, whispering in Draco�s ear. Half the table leaned closer in interest. Draco scowled and pierced a potato with loathing.
�What makes you say that?�
�Well, you�re either upset or you�ve got your mortal nemesis on the end of your fork there.� Harry indicated Draco�s potato prey and Draco flushed, setting his utensils aside. Harry grinned. �If that is your number one enemy there, then by all means, don�t stop on my account. Show no mercy.�
�Shut it, Potter,� Draco snapped, �before I stab you with a fork.�
The smile disappeared from Harry�s face and he put a hand on Draco�s thigh and squeezed, trying to be comforting. �I didn�t mean to hurt you. But if we�ve upset you, then we can go.�
Draco sighed. �Look, I know you didn�t mean any harm, but all of this will get back to my father, and� how do you think it will go over? He thinks I betrayed him, and to end up with you after everything�. He�ll try to reassert control, and�.�
�Draco, no one here would dare tell your father about us.�
Draco snorted. �Oh, yes they would.�
�Who?�
The Great Hall doors burst open midway through the meal and the Minister of Magic and an entire escort of Aurors and Healers stormed into the room. Minister Fudge clutched a scroll of papers in one hand and his wand in the other and his eyes searched the room angrily. Dumbledore rose to speak with him, and Draco grimaced.
�My cousin,� he told Harry, indicating Minister Fudge as he started towards the Slytherin table. Harry looked disgusted, then horrified, and snatched his hand away. �We share the same great-grandmother on my father�s side. Corina Malfoy Fudge, my grandfather�s younger sister, is his mother. She died before I was born, on Safari with her husband � he was never found. Grandmother Malfoy raised him and his younger brother.�
�Draco Tiberius Narcissus Malfoy,� said Fudge, eyes blazing, nostrils flaring. �Get up, � he ground out through clenched teeth and grabbed Draco�s collar, giving a vicious yank. Draco stood with little grace � hard to manage when someone�s dragging you about by the collar � and greeted Minister Fudge with a meek smile that came across as a grimace.
�Hello, Cousin,� Draco said. Fudge glowered. �Er, Minister.�
�Your father is waiting for us at the Malfoy cottage in Hogsmeade and he is quite anxious to see you again, little one,� hissed Fudge in Draco�s ear, shifting his grip from Draco�s collar to his arm.
�WHAT?� said Draco, trying to jerk out of Fudge�s grip. Fudge held Draco tighter and dragged him a few steps. Harry jumped up and whipped out his wand, but before he could get a hex off, Snape stood up, sneering.
�Minister Fudge, you will unhand my godson this instant. �
�Stay out of this, Severus, this is official Ministry business and his father has already given me rights to take him into custody. Shackelbolt, Cameron.� Two Aurors stepped towards Draco, probably to apprehend his wand and secure him, if they must.
�Ah, Minister, that would be well,� said Dumbledore, �but earlier this term Lucius Malfoy signed off guardianship of Draco Malfoy to his mother, Narcissa, who in turn signed off guardianship to Draco�s godfather, as you know, Severus Snape.� Snape bared his teeth and Fudge became irate, spluttering. Draco took the opportunity to break away from Fudge�s grip and edge closer to the table and its plethora of knives. �If you would prefer, we may continue this conversation in private� or you may vacate Hogwarts� grounds immediately.�
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