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Together at Last	By : AaronKelley Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 9707 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Harry sat in the small café that occupied the corner farthest from Number 12 the following Monday. As a nearby church bell rang two o’clock the Muggle waiter refilled his coffee mug for the third time. “You going to be able to sleep tonight, love?” He winked at Harry.

“Nothing a glass or two of wine won’t fix.” Harry smiled at the guy. He felt nervous out in public. What he hadn’t told Hermione the other night was that the reason he hadn’t run into anyone he knew in the neighborhood was that he hadn’t left the house except to Apparate to a Weasley residence. “I’m Harry.” He held his hand out.

“Garrett.” The willowy waiter shook hands. As he did he glanced down at Harry’s carefully folded newspaper. “The Daily Prophet, huh?”

“Um, yeah, do you know it?” Harry glanced down to make sure none of the moving pictures were visible.

“Just the name. Couple other customers read it here sometimes. I’ve looked for it on the new stands but can never find it.”

Harry stared for a second trying to figure out how to deal with the newspaper situation without resorting to a memory charm. Fortunately the front door bell chimed and Garrett looked towards the door. A warm smile that clearly meant the receiver could have what ever he wanted from Garrett lit his face. Harry turned to see who inspired such obvious lust in the young man and the world stopped turning. His ears started ringing and he felt every muscle in his body tense. His right hand reached for his wand discreetly hidden up his left sleeve. He held his breath as Garrett moved towards the blonde just inside the door.

“My dragon, long time no see.” Garrett leaned in and he and Draco Malfoy kissed on both cheeks. “Where have you been hiding? You want your usual?”

Harry noted that Draco kept his hand at the waiter’s waist as they spoke. “Sorry, babe. I had to go visit my mother in France.” Draco turned from Garrett’s burning gaze to scan the room. His eyes quickly fell on the only other person in the room, Harry, and he too tensed into a coiled knot. He dropped his hand from Garrett’s waist.

Garrett felt the tension in Draco’s body. He turned and looked at Harry. “Oh Draco, relax. Harry and I were just chatting. He’s cute, but you know I prefer blondes.”

Harry watched Draco force a smile. “Sorry, only child syndrome. I hate to share.” He kissed the side of Garrett’s head and walked forward, Garrett in tow. “And actually, love, Potter and I went to school together.”

As the two men approached his table, Harry stood. He kept his right hand in the pocket of his pants where he had relocated his wand. “Draco Malfoy.”

“Harry Potter.” Draco held his right hand out to Harry. “I heard you were back in London.”

Harry stared at Draco’s face, ignoring the offer of the hand. Ten seconds that felt like ten hours passed as Harry fell into his memories. Draco at eleven shopping for robes; Draco’s face red from Hermione’s slap; Draco bouncing around as a white ferret; Draco at sixteen, crying in the bathroom; Draco laying in a pool of his own blood; Draco tired and scared-looking in Malfoy Manor; Draco dirty and pale sitting between his stone faced father and crying mother. He released his breath and his wand and reached for Draco’s hand. “And I heard you were living on the Square.” The every day gesture of shaking hands with his old rival made Harry’s head spin again. He released Draco’s hand and sat. He motioned to the empty chair across from him. “Join me?” Where the hell did that come from, he wondered. Draco took the offered seat.

“I can’t believe you two know each other,” Garrett said as he went to get Draco’s tea and pound cake. “Did you two go to school in London? How long has it been since you’ve seen each other?” Garrett continued to chatter from the kitchen area, oblivious to the two silent men staring at each other. They sat motionless until Garrett returned.

Harry answered first. “We went to school in the north.”

“And we haven’t seen each other in six years.” Draco sipped his tea.

The phone rang from the kitchen. “Be back in a sec, boys.”

Harry picked up his coffee and drank. Draco arched an eyebrow. “Coffee, Potter?”

Harry looked toward the kitchen then back to Draco. “A Muggle, Malfoy?”

Draco actually smiled at Harry. “We just flirt. He’s a cute kid.” Draco picked at his cake. “So, coffee?

“I acquired a taste for it while traveling.” Harry took another swallow. He could still hear Garrett chatting on the phone in the kitchen. “So, Malfoy Manor?”

“Made me sick to even look at it,” Draco answered with out hesitation. “I’m just glad it could be put to good use.” He paused for another bite of cake. “Probably wouldn’t have happened at all without Hermione at the helm.”

Harry just stared again. Had Draco Malfoy really just referred to Hermione by her first name and with a smile on his face? He made a mental note to get the details from Hermione later. And how surreal that he was sitting across from Draco Malfoy in a café? He waited for his body to react to the mental overload; nothing happened. He took a long slow drink of his coffee and decided to go with it. He extended his hand to Draco. “Hi. I’m Harry Potter. Please, call me Harry.”

Draco played along, shaking Harry’s hand across the table. “Hello. I’m Draco Malfoy. Please, call me Draco.” They smiled at each other then slowly released hands. “So the Black Family Townhouse?”

“Has been cleaned and restored. Now I am trying to figure out how to make it a home.” He reached over and helped himself to a piece of Draco’s cake. “The library needs books. Half the rooms need carpets. They all need decent curtains.”

“That just sounds like decorating. How will you make it a home, not just a place you sleep?” Draco arched his eyebrow as he sipped his tea.



Harry had a suspicion and went with it. “How have you?”



“I’ll let you know when I figure it out.”



“Sorry you guys.” Garrett had returned. “How’s the reunion going?”



“Great, but sadly, we were just going.” Draco stood, staring at Harry. “Harry here lives in the house that belonged to my mother’s grandparents and has offered to give me a tour.”



Garrett wound himself around Draco. “Here on the square?”

            Draco glanced at Harry, who nodded. “Yes, on the other side.”

            “Really!! I grew up here. Which house?” Garrett looked from Draco to Harry. As the silence stretched he continued. “You know this square wasn’t always so posh. Not until someone started renovating Number 12. Ya know its funny. I feel like I can’t even remember Number 12 when I was a kid. The first memory I have of it is probably only five years old.”



And that was the wizards’ cue to interrupt. Harry jumped in first. “You’d never believe Draco’s family came from here would you. And yes, Garrett, it is Number 12.”

            “Hey!!” Draco said. “My family was here from when this place was posh the first time!” Harry and Garret both laughed. Draco pulled Garret closer and kissed him, this time not on the cheek. When they parted, “Now, love, we must be off.” Garret looked a little dazed. “Dinner tonight?”

            “Sure. Your place again, or out to The Cauldron?”

            Draco smiled slowly. “I think my place tonight.” He kissed a beaming Garret quickly and reached towards Harry. “Shall we be off?”

            Harry shook Garret’s hand and gave his goodbyes and headed out with Draco.

He and Draco walked through the park towards Number 12, the golden late afternoon sunlight a preview of the approaching autumn. Harry’s mind whirled. The last time he had seen Draco Malfoy Hogwarts was a war zone and both of them had been bleeding. Bleeding; Draco in a spreading pool of his own blood on the bathroom floor. He stopped suddenly and turned to Draco. “I’m sorry.”

            Draco looked and raised one finely arched eyebrow. “You’re apologizing to me for what, exactly? It seems I should be the one apologizing.”

            Harry raised his hand to Draco’s chest. “Sectum Sempra.” He felt Draco start to flinch away then shift and lean into his hand instead. He looked into the blonde’s ice grey eyes.

            Draco looked back maintaining the slight pressure against Harry’s hand. He took Harry’s wrist and moved it over his heart. “It’s here.” Still eye to eye he reached up and laid a hand on the back of Harry’s head. “I have one scar on my skin; how many do you have in here?”

            Breath in; breath out. Again. Harry found a small smile, prepared a flip comment in return then changed his mind as he opened his mouth. “More than we could count together.”

            “And you’re worried about me?” Draco broke eye contact to shake his head then stepped forward and folded his arms around Harry. “I forgive you. Please forgive me.”

            Harry wrapped his arms around Draco’s lean body, rested his chin on the blonde’s shoulder. “I already did, although I didn’t realize it until you walked into the café.” Harry stepped back and held Draco’s hands and gaze. “Fresh start?”

            “It’s a new Wizarding World, or hadn’t you heard?” They smiled at each other.

            “Whoa! What the fuck!” Both men turned to face the speaker. “Merlin’s hairy ass.”

            Draco released Harry’s hands and took a step back. “Hello, Hannah. How are you this afternoon?” Her mouth opened then closed. “Harry, I’m sure you remember Hannah Abbott. It’s MacMillan now.”

            Harry looked at the tall curvy woman and saw the ghost of a round cheecked eleven year old with a long braid. “Sure I do. It’s great to see you again, Hannah.”

            Her eyes flicked from man to man and back again. “Fuck this is weird. Hiya Harry. I heard you were back and living on the square. Shit. Harry and Draco.”

            Harry smiled at her and Draco followed suit. “I know, right. But new Wizarding World and all that.” He shrugged.

            Draco gave Harry a hint of his old sneer. “New Wizarding World. Catchy.”

            “Yeah, catchy,” Hannah added. She stared again, hands on hips. “So, Harry, any chance of a party at Number 12 soon? Hermione and Ron wouldn’t let anyone in, but now that you’re back…” She raised her eyebrows expectantly.

            Harry stared blankly at her. Draco threw his arm around Harry’s shoulders and gave him a shake. “As it so happens Harry and I were just headed to Number 12 to discuss a house warming party.”

            “Really? Oh that’s fucking grand that is. When?”

            “Well, that’s part of today’s chat, isn’t it Harry. Although I think perhaps the first day of Autumn would be great. New season, new beginnings, all that.”

            “Right, sure, well see,” Harry stammered.

            “Right, let’s get moving then. Hannah, lovely as always. Give Ernie our best.” Malfoy gave Harry a yank to get him moving towards Number 12.

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Draco leaned back in the club chair and crossed his legs, a full wine glass in one hand, the other rubbing the silk crushed velvet. “Hermione sure did one amazing job on this place.”

            “Were you ever in it before?”

            “Once. I was eight or nine. Old Mrs. Black was alive and crazy and my mother wanted to visit her.” He took a long drink of wine. “This place was a disaster.”

            They shared a laugh. “It sure was. But Hermione conquered.”

            “So when will you start putting your touches on the place? Hermione has a great eye for colour but you need some help with placement. This drawing room is half empty at best. You could double the seating in here and still be comfortable.”

            “Now that I’ve been here a while I am starting to think that as well. She started the project, did enough to give me a home to come back to, now its time to finish it. The attic is full of furniture she left as is.” Harry glanced at the picture wall, took a drink and continued. “I know this is all Black Family furniture. If there’s anything you want, please tell me. It’s yours.”

            Draco chuckled and leaned forward to refill his wine glass. “Harry, one third of the furnishings in Malfoy Manner furnished my house here on the square, a small cottage in Hogsmeade and my place in the country. More things is the last thing I need.”

            “I get it. I just feel like it’s not really mine. I’m not a Black.”

            “The last Black was your godfather. But there are cousins up and down this country. Weasleys, Prewitts, Longbottoms, Luna on her mother’s side. The list goes on. If you think it isn’t really yours just take care of it for as long as you need to then give it to Teddy Lupin.” Draco sipped as Harry looked blank. “Tonks was Sirius’s cousin. Her mother was”

            “Your other Aunt,” Harry finished. He took a long drink of wine. The memory of the late Aunt hung in the air for a moment: her sing song voice, her cackling laugh, the fanatical look in her eyes. “You’re right. If I can’t get used to it I can always give it to Teddy.”

            “Harry, you need to learn to relax. Accept what you have. You don’t live in begrudgingly let space anymore. This was a gift to you, as was the Potter vault at Gringots and Sirius’s as well.”

            “Yeah, I get that in theory, but it’s going to take a while to sink in.” They sat in silence for a few minutes, drinking their wine. Harry was amazed at how comfortable he felt with Draco. He smiled and didn’t realize he chuckled aloud until Draco looked at him. “I was just thinking how comfortable I am sitting here with you, talking or in silence. I guess old enemies can know you as well as old friends.”

            Draco raised his glass to Harry. “Then here’s to old enemies and new friends.” They clinked glasses and drank. “So, your house warming party,” Draco began as he leaned back.

            “A party. Ugh.”

            “Will really help make your house a home. And the Autumnal equinox is a very auspicious day to hold it.”

            “Auspicious? Do you read tea leaves too?”

            “Sorry. I guess Garrett’s chatter sinks in sometimes.”

            Harry jumped on the change of topic. “So it is more than just flirting! I knew it.” He laughed. “Draco Malfoy dating a Muggle!!”

            “It’s the Muggle part that surprises you, not the gay part?”

            “No. I always knew that.”

            “Merlins Balls, am I the only one who sucks at that?”

            “Nope. Ron’s oblivious too.”

            “Well, he has Hermione for the more complicated things in life.” They shared another laugh. “Now back to your party. A month gives you plenty of time to get ready.”

            “Ready how,” Harry asked, his concern apparent in his voice and increased wine consumption.

            “From your list: curtains, carpets, books. Add furniture additions and arrangements, plants, and something on the numerous blank walls. Guest list, menu, flowers. Do you have appropriate dishes and glasses and flatware?” As Draco spoke his eyes sparkled and the words flew quickier and quicker.

            “Yikes!! Draco, slow down.” Harry held up both hands to shield him self. “Dishes, no idea. Furniture, attic but no idea how to redo it. Stuff requires shopping and I don’t think I’m ready for a trip through Diagon Alley.”

            “Suck it up, Potter.”

            “Easy for you to say,” Harry shot back with out thinking.

            Draco’s nostrils flared. He took a slow sip of wine, carefully placed the glass on the side table then rested both feet flat on the floor, hands on thighs. “Really? Easy for me to say? Me with one parent serving life in Azkaban and the other fled the country. Me, the defendant in my own separate post war trial. The last scion of the family that happily hosted Voldemort. Yes, Potter, you’re right. It’s very easy for me to say suck it up. Because I’ve never had to suck it up and go out in public.”

            Harry just stared a minute, mouth open, feeling horribly foolish. And sorry he had hurt Draco’s feelings. “Draco, I’m sorry.” What more could he say.

            Draco met his eyes and saw the sincerity there. The hurt that Harry felt, realizing he had caused hurt. “OK. You get it. So do it.”

            “You’re right. I will take a test run tomorrow. Just go walk down the street.” He sighed and grabbed the wine bottle for a refill. “Shit. Empty.” He started to rise. “I’ll get us another.”

            “Harry, sit down.” He sat. “Ginny’s right, you do default to non magical response.”

            “You and Ginny talk?”

            “Wine first. Call Kreacher.”

            “Oh yeah. KREACHER!!” The elf appeared with a pop at his side. “Kreacher, we need another bottle of wine please.”

            “And some snacks,” Draco added.

            “Yes, Master Harry. And snacks?”

            “Yes, thank you Kreacher.” The elf vanished. “You and Ginny?”

            “While Grigots manages the Malfoy estate, Ginny handles my personal finances.”

            “Nobody tells me anything all at once. I keep getting bits and pieces.” Harry sighed.

            “That’s because your friends love you and are worried about overwhelming you.” Draco smiled. “She moves well in the muggle world too, so house expenses like property taxes with the city are no problem for her.” He drained his wine glass. “She takes care of all of that here too doesn’t she?”

            “Yeah, but I didn’t realize she did it as a part of her business life.”

            “Her firm is one of the very few that straddles the wizarding and muggle worlds. Wizards with property on the tax rolls and those with investments in both worlds rely on her team to move money back and forth.”

            Kreacher entered with a tray of snacks and wine. “Thank you, Kreacher,” Harry said.

            “Does Master Harry need anything else?”

            “No, we’ll be fine I think.”

            “Wait a moment,” Draco said as Kreacher turned to go. The elf turned slowly, glanced briefly at Draco and faced Harry. Draco rolled his eyes at Harry and addressed the back of the elf’s head. “Does Harry have the proper dishes, glasses and flatware for a cocktail party of about 75 people?”

            “75!! Draco, you’re insane.”

            “Master Harry would prefer Kreacher not to answer the Malfoy’s question?” Kreacher continued to look only at Harry, his rigid posture and disdainful expression reminding Harry of their first meeting and the elf’s penchant for grudges.

            “Kreacher, Draco is a friend. You may answer his question.”

            The elf glanced briefly at Draco before responding to Harry. “Master Harry has only the plainest of everyday service. There is nothing suitable for a party given by a noble wizard of such high esteem.” Kreacher trembled at the embarrassment of admitting such a shortcoming in the house. “Kreacher has mentioned to Master Harry the need for fine things when one is as renowned as he is.”

            Draco cracked a smile. “Kreacher, on that we both agree. I will help Harry understand what he needs.”

            Kreacher spared Draco a longer, less withering look before asking Harry, “will that be all Master Harry?”

            “Yes, Kreacher. It appears Draco and I have a lot to talk about.” And Kreacher promptly popped from the room.

            “Oh, he is still as feisty as ever,” Draco said as he waved his wand to uncork the wine.

            “If you really want to know what needs to be done around here ask him, not me!” Harry grabbed his refilled wine glass and threw half it down in a gulp. “Now, 75?”

            “Harry, think.” Draco took a calm sip of his own wine. “The Weasley family alone is 12. Then the magical families on the Square; that’s about 20 households so there’s 40 more.” Harry took another gulp and reached to refill his glass as Draco continued. “The Minister of Magic, a few more important Secretaries and Under Secretaries, their plus ones, Xeno Lovegood, Augusta Longbottom, Oliver Wood. Well Oliver’s entire team aught to be invited with plus ones. Then there’s any press you may decide to let in the house.”

            “That’s none,” Harry stated decisively.

            “A wise decision.” Draco drank again.

            “Ok, so if I agree to this nightmare, do you agree to help me finish decorating this place and figuring out how to get the food and everything else a party requires?”

            “Yes! I love this sort of thing.” Draco glowed. “My mother used to throw the best parties. Lavish, beautiful, tasteful.” He gazed thoughtfully into space while chewing a carrot before turning back to Harry. “I know this is hard for you. But start with your trip to Diagon Alley tomorrow. Do things. Go out! Then in a month’s time this party won’t be half as scary for you.” Harry nodded. “Great. Now I’m off to pick Garret up for dinner. Don’t get up, I’ll show myself out. How about lunch tomorrow?” He was already on the landing. “Come to mine at 1!” And he was gone.
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