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Most Favourite Bedtime Story	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10153 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Author's note: Many, many apologies for again leaving you all hanging for so long *winces* That wasn't my intention at all! I kicked my butt into gear finally to finish this chapter; I hope it won't disappoint *grimaces*
Thanks to the following reviewers: Smile317; hedwig_927; OnYourTongueLikePixieDust
Warnings: A mother who knows; one does not simply try to fool Narcissa Malfoy
I hope you'll like it!
Chapter 8
"Erm, if you're looking for your son, his quarters are in the dungeons," was the only thing Harry could think of to say.
It was a stupid thing to say because obviously she would know that she wouldn't be able to find Draco on his floor, but the sight of her stumped him so much that his brain had a hard time functioning decently. What was she doing here? Why had she tracked him down? Because clearly she hadn't just knocked on a random portrait; she knew these were his quarters. He just couldn't fantom why she was here, though. He hadn't talked to her since the trials had ended and Draco hadn't mentioned her stopping by for a visit.
She smiled. "I know where his quarters are as I used the Floo to arrive," she said amused. "Currently, however, my son is dealing with another Floo call, so I decided my time was better spent finding answers to my questions than remaining there."
"What kind of questions?" he asked blankly. Why would she even go to him when Draco was more likely to be able to answer whatever questions she had? He was missing something here, right?
"Ones that can be better discussed in the privacy of one's room instead of a corridor," she smiled affably, folding her hands in front of her. The dark blue robes she'd chosen to wear made her look almost ethereal; especially with the way her long blonde hair was braided loosely, resting across her right shoulder.
"Right." He flushed a bit and cleared his throat, stepping aside to wave her through, because what else could he do? Clearly she wasn't about to take no for an answer and he'd rather not get into an argument with Draco because he'd been rude to his mother.
Her eyes briefly glided over the vase with the flowers as she followed him to his living room. If she was bemused by the fact that it wasn't a full bouquet, she didn't show it.
"Do you want some tea?" he offered awkwardly, hovering next to the small table while she sat down on the couch.
"That'd be nice, thank you," she agreed, looking around with interest.
He wasn't sure what she was trying to look for, because his rooms didn't really contain anything interesting. Having Peeves hovering about, trying to find ways to get through his wards, had ensured that he kept all his valuables tightly locked away.
He busied himself making some tea, using that time to fully wake up. He could call for a house elf, he supposed, but making tea didn't take that long and this way he could catch his bearings again after her arrival had brought him off balance.
"Here's your tea," he announced, placing the cup in front of her on the table. He cradled his own and sat down on the armchair. "So, what kind of questions do you have? I'm not sure if I'll be able to answer them, though."
Mrs. Malfoy took a careful sip from her tea before she returned the cup to the table and crossed her ankles. "On the contrary, I think you'll be able to help me very well," she said lightly. "You see, Mister Potter, my son and I are quite close even at his age still. With our closeness I don't think it will surprise you to hear that we regularly exchange letters. A little while ago he told my me and my husband that he had found his mate and had started the courtship."
"Really? That's great for him," Harry smiled blandly, drinking from his own tea. It burnt his tongue but he didn't care about that; too busy trying to figure out just how he was supposed to react.
"It is. We're happy that he has found his mate so soon," she confirmed and a peculiar look crossed her face for a couple of seconds. "The curious thing, however, is that he refuses to tell us who his mate is. Not for a lack of trying on our part, mind you."
"Maybe it's still too new for him?" he offered.
What was he supposed to say? If Draco hadn't told his parents yet that he was dating Harry, then there was probably a reason for that, no? Well, he could think of one reason already: Lucius. The older man would probably not be that excited to hear that his only son had started dating his former enemy. Even worse: that the former enemy turned out to be his son's mate.
He swallowed a hysterical chuckle back just in time.
"My son has never been in the habit of keeping things a secret from us. At least not from me," Mrs. Malfoy added finely. "While he and his father might have had their differences occasionally, he knew he could always come to me and confide in me without fearing judgement. That is why I cannot help but be highly curious why he would not tell us who his mate is."
"Well, I can't really help you with that," he smiled apologetically. "I wouldn't know why Draco doesn't want to tell you who it is. Maybe you should ask his friends? They might have an idea? It could be one of them; perhaps Parkinson? They were rather close during school from what I can remember."
If by being close meant Parkinson hanging around Draco's arm and Draco seemingly tolerating her existence at least. Harry was pretty sure they were friends, though, even if Draco hadn't mentioned her since he'd started working here.
"It's not Miss Parkinson," Mrs. Malfoy said amused. "That I'm certain about. I do have a suspicion, however."
"Oh? Maybe you should ask him to confirm your suspicion then? I don't see how I can be of help here, Mrs. Malfoy."
She ignored him and went on, "I started thinking about reasons why my son wouldn't want to confide in us yet who his mate is. After all, with how important a mate is, he's just delaying the inevitable at this point."
Well, he couldn't really argue with that. At one point Draco would have to introduce him officially to his parents; they couldn't really go a whole life without meeting each other in that capacity after all.
"The only reason I could think of why he is so reluctant to confess would be if he assumed we wouldn't be happy with this choice. Let's say because we have not such a good history with this person," she said meaningfully.
Damn, if he didn't know any better he would have thought she was part of the Aurors; her deduction ability was somewhat scary actually, with how accurate it most likely was. He himself couldn't think of any other reason either why Draco had kept quiet about his identity so far.
"Good guess, I suppose, but that wouldn't really narrow it down, right?" At once he realised just how rude that sounded and he hastily backtracked, flushing badly. "Wait, sorry, I didn't mean it like that! I just meant that the Malfoy family doesn't tend to be that close with a lot of others, right?"
She raised an eyebrow, but the rest of her face remained blank, making it unclear whether she was truly offended or perhaps bemused. "No, we're not," she agreed after a loaded pause. "But there are very few people of whom can be said that we share a bad history with them. That does narrow it down quite significantly, I'd say."
"Right, so you think you know who it is?" he questioned, forcing himself to sound light.
"I don't think so, I know so," she said and she probably would have snorted if she'd been anyone else. "Contrarily to some of the more distasteful rumours, I know you're not naïve nor that stupid, Mister Potter. I thank you to give me the same respect."
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Mrs. Malfoy," he said apologetically. Shouldn't Draco be done by now with his Floo call? He had to be wondering whether his mother was, surely?
She narrowed her eyes slightly and leant forwards a tad. "I'm not in the mood for any sort of games, so I'm going to be blunt about it: I suspect that you are Draco's mate."
"Why would you assume that?" He hastily took another sip of his tea, finding his mouth uncomfortably dry all of a sudden.
"You have captivated my son's attention from the moment he met you," she replied smoothly and leant back again. "For years you were a constant mention in his letters to us."
"I doubt those mentions were the positive kind," Harry quipped and she flashed him a quick smile.
"Yet since he started working here, he hasn't mentioned you once. One would also think that he would be overjoyed to tell us who his mate is now that he finally found them, yet he's been oddly reluctant to share more than the most basic information – and with that I mean we only know that he's courting someone."
She crossed her left leg over her right, clasping her hands across her knee. "He would only be this reluctant if he thought we would disapprove of his choice. Coupled with the fact that he hasn't talked about you at all … It doesn't take much to put two and two together, Mister Potter."
"I'd say that's a lot of assumptions you're making without any sort of proof," he retorted. "Him not mentioning me anymore doesn't mean anything else but that we're colleagues who don't start fight after fight anymore."
Instead of getting irritated at the rebuttal as he had expected, she smiled. "If you're not the one he's courting, why did you call him by his first name then? Why do you have the strange assortment of flowers in that vase? That aventurine stone shaped in the form of a wing does look rather out of place next to those pictures, don't you think?" She nodded at the picture frames displayed above the fireplace. The stone in question was placed in front of his parents' wedding photo.
"We're colleagues and the war was finished years ago; why not call each other by our first name? We're no longer children with a silly school rivalry." He shrugged, acting more blasé than he was. "Why assume that he gave me those flowers? As you mentioned, it's a strange assortment – the kind you would more expect a kid to give you, no? I'm sure you're aware that I have a godson. As for the stone," he shrugged again, "I like the colour of it."
"You like the colour of it," she echoed and this time she did sound amused. "You have an explanation for everything, don't you, Mister Potter?"
He smiled thinly at her. "Well, you were looking for explanations, no? These just aren't the kind you're wanting to find."
Before she could say anything in response to that, a second series of rapid knocks on his portrait had him standing up with a concealed sigh.
"Excuse me, I have to go see who it is." If it was a student – some overeager ones seemed to think that professors never slept in during the weekends – he would tell them to come back at a later moment. The last thing he needed was for rumours to spread if someone found out that Mrs. Malfoy was here.
"Draco?" he said surprised when the portrait opened to reveal a harried looking Veela.
"Mother is here, right?" Draco demanded in a clipped voice and strode past him without even awaiting the invitation.
"By all means, just barge inside like you live here," Harry muttered and closed the portrait, rubbing his forehead.
"Mother, what are you doing here?" Draco asked in the flattest tone of voice Harry had ever heard anyone speak in.
The blond stood right next to the armchair Harry had been occupying, his hands on his hips, and his wings flickering in and out of view, showing his agitation.
Harry paused for a few seconds, wondering how he had even come to equate the flicking in and out of view of the wings with the fact that it must mean Draco was upset. He dismissed the thought for now, walking around Draco to sit in his chair again.
Mrs. Malfoy quirked an eyebrow. "If a certain son of mine acts petulant about telling me who his mate is, it falls on me to search out the mate in question. Really, Draco, you could have avoided this if you'd been honest from the start."
"Or you could have just been patient and waited for me to be ready to inform you and father," Draco said irritated.
"I have been patient for more than a month," she riposted finely. "I know why you kept quiet about this, Draco, and frankly the reason is idiotic to say the least."
He scowled at her. "I'll remind you of what you said when father is informed."
"He is your mate," she stated and rose up. "Your father will be reasonable about this."
The unspoken "Or else" hung heavily in the air.
She surprised Harry by turning towards him and offering him a gentle smile. "It was a pleasure talking with you, Mister Potter. I'll be seeing you at our manor next week for dinner."
"No, you won't," Draco was quick to refuse, but it was no use.
"Yes, we will. I know who it is, there's no reason for you to keep hiding him like he's your dirty secret," she admonished him sternly, making him flush slightly. "I will even do you the favour of informing your father so you won't have to do it. Next week, however, I will be seeing the both of you for dinner. Let us say, Saturday at six o'clock, does that work for you, Mister Potter?"
"Erm, sure, no problem," Harry agreed awkwardly, because honestly, what could he say? Clearly Mrs. Malfoy wasn't about to take no for an answer now that she knew for certain who her son's mate was.
"Splendid," she smiled and surprised Harry again by brushing the back of her hand against his cheek before kissing Draco's left cheek. "I can see myself out, don't worry."
Harry waited until he heard the portrait click shut before he said, "I tried to distract her, but it didn't really work."
"That never does," Draco sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Once she's got her mind made up, it's impossible to change it. I'm sorry; I didn't think she would actually seek you out."
"I've had worse surprises," Harry smiled wryly. "You think it's going to be okay? With your father, I mean."
While Mrs. Malfoy appeared to not have any problems with Harry being her son's mate – not on the surface at least – Lucius was a whole other matter. He had trouble envisioning the man being happy with Draco's choice after the less than ideal past he and Harry shared. Not that he would be able to do much about it, but Harry also wasn't looking forward to always having to be on his guard if Lucius decided he really couldn't accept his son being together with Harry.
"Not much my father can do about the fact that you're my mate," Draco answered dryly. "He probably won't be happy about it for a while, but he's not going to try to curse you either, if that's what you're worried about. That wouldn't really end well if my mother got involved and he knows that."
"I'm not worried about me, but you," Harry corrected him and stood up. "Do you think he's going to give you trouble because you chose me?"
"Again, not much that he can do about it," the blond wizard replied lightly. "On top of that I'm an adult as well, so he can hardly ground me for courting his former enemy."
"I'm being serious, Draco," Harry insisted and frowned. "Is he going to be really difficult about this? I don't want to come between you and your father."
Draco sighed and rolled his shoulders, staring contemplatively at the empty tea cup Mrs. Malfoy had left behind on the table. His wings twitched faintly, catching the light of the flames in the hearth whenever they moved.
"I'm not going to lie and say he's going to be overjoyed," he finally said. "But it's been years since the war and he knows how serious a mate is for a Veela. He won't make things difficult for us, if only because that would get him on mother's bad side."
"Well, I suppose that's something," Harry muttered. Still, he wasn't quite looking forward to the dinner, he could already imagine how utterly awkward that was going to be.
"You didn't have to distract her, you know," Draco commented out of the blue. He followed Harry to his small kitchen, where Harry placed Mrs. Malfoy's cup in the sink.
"What else was I supposed to do?" Harry shrugged, leaning against the counter. "Clearly you hadn't told her yet and I wasn't about to out you."
"You could have told her, I wouldn't have minded," Draco sighed. His wings were no longer flickering in and out of view; they hung clearly visibly behind him, spread out a bit. "I'm not ashamed of you nor are you a secret."
"Yeah well, I wasn't about to make things awkward between you and your mum," Harry retorted and crossed his arms. "How was I supposed to know that you were ready to tell her? She said you kept evading the question in your letters to her."
"That's because I wanted to have you to myself for as long as possible." Draco rolled his eyes and crossed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around Harry. "I knew that as soon as she knew that you're my mate that I could say goodbye to peace for a while. Case in point, she's already invited us to dinner at the manor."
"She seems nice," Harry said cautiously.
"She is," Draco agreed and smiled faintly. "But she can also be rather … headstrong. And she's used to always getting what she wants."
"Sounds like someone else I know," Harry said teasingly, relaxing when Draco clucked his tongue and gently smacked his hip.
"You think I'm bad?" Grey eyes glistened when Draco tilted his head to the side. "Wait until my mother unleashes her full force. You'll regret opening that portrait to her very soon."
"What else was I supposed to do, just leave her outside? That wouldn't have made for a good impression," Harry remarked amused. "And do I need to remind you that I can use all the good impression that I can get with your parents?"
"I mean, it's not like you and mother started off wrongly," Draco protested. "Pretty sure it was only father who considered you to be a pain in the butt."
"That's most likely putting it lightly," Harry snorted and shook his head. "But your mother probably expected someone else to be your mate."
"Like who?" Draco shrugged. "I think she's had a suspicion for a while now. Mother has always been rather sharp. She had probably prepared herself a while ago for the fact that you might be my mate."
"So you're okay with her knowing about us now?" Harry questioned and bit down on his lip. He could feel himself blush slightly when Draco pulled his lip free; grey eyes darkening a tad.
"You were never a secret to start with," Draco declared; his thumb still resting on the corner of Harry's mouth.
The dark haired man had to stave off the urge to turn his head and do something as ridiculous as lick or bite the finger. That might lead to things they shouldn't do.
Yet.
His thoughts must have been visible on his face because Draco smirked, his eyes turning hooded when he bent lower to Harry, murmuring, "So I'm more than okay with her knowing about us. Guess I should take advantage of any private time we'll get from now on, don't you think?"
Draco kissed him before Harry could even think of a reply to that. As wings descended around them, curling around him and pulling him closer to the Veela, hands coming up to frame his face so they could keep kissing each other, Harry decided that he was more than okay with taking advantage of their private time.
Especially if that involved kissing Draco.
"So you've basically been dating for what, a month? And you're already having the meet the parents dinner?" Ron looked torn between laughing his arse off and being horrified; his grip on his Butterbeer tightening.
Harry wrinkled his nose, chugging down some of his own Butterbeer. "That sounds so juvenile when you say it," he muttered, scowling. "I knew I shouldn't have told you about the dinner."
"Don't mind Ron, he's being an idiot," Hermione soothed, ignoring Ron's noise of offense. Curling up a leg underneath her on the couch, she went on concerned, "You think you're going to be fine next Saturday? With Lucius being there as well, I mean."
"I think so," Harry sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "I mean, what is he going to do, curse me? Draco's not going to be happy with that and according to him, neither would his mum, so there isn't much Lucius can do."
"He can try to make your life a living hell, mate," Ron cautioned him soberly. "He's tried that before and now you're dating his son. That's bound to piss him off."
"Yeah well, he can try. I can make his life a living hell as well if he thinks he can try to pull shit," Harry said dismissively. He would be civil to Lucius because he was Draco's father, but he also wouldn't be a doormat and let the older man walk all over him.
If he thought he could mess with Harry, he would have another thing coming.
"I don't think he will," Hermione mused pensively, shrugging when Ron stared at her in disbelief. "What? Harry is still his son's mate; Lucius would be incredibly stupid if he thinks he can get away with trying something."
"He served under You-Know-Who; I think some doubt about his intelligence isn't strange here," Ron remarked.
She rolled her eyes. "Yes, well, from what we've seen after the war, he also cares a lot about his family. He might dislike Harry, but I doubt he's going to do anything that might push away his wife or his son."
That was what Harry was banking on at least. He and Lucius were probably never going to be friends; too much had happened in the past between them for that. Lucius might as well even still hate him for fucking up his plans during Voldemort's reign. For all his faults, however, Lucius was also a man who cared deeply about his family. Harry couldn't see him doing something that had the potential of turning his own family against him.
"It's going to be fine," Hermione smiled reassuringly and squeezed his knee. "And if not, we're just one Patronus away from coming to your aid."
It said a lot about his life, Harry figured when he hugged her, that his friend didn't say something like that in jest.
He could only hope that he wouldn't be in need of a Patronus come Saturday.
AN2: Dinner with the inlaws next chapter, guys, who's excited for that? (Only Narcissa probably LMAO)
Master classes will start for me next week, but I will do my best to keep the delays to an absolute minimum! No matter what this story will get updated - if I didn't lose all my readers at least ^^;
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I hope to see you all back in the next chapter! Please stay safe and take care of yourselves!
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