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Gregory Malfoy	By : Slayer-of-Destiny Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7483 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter Nine

"Harry dear," Harry sucked in a breath looking up as Molly Weasley hurried her way towards him through the workers. Luckily those he worked most often with and got assigned areas with were a mixture of Order members and D.A members so at least he knew anything that was about to explode was going to be kept quiet, however it did mean that he was currently being shot sympathetic looks as they knew one way or the other that he had been avoiding the Weasley women.

"Mrs Weasley," Harry smiled tightly wiping his forehead. He did not need to do this now, he had been working for nearly four hours in helping rebuild the wall to the inside courtyard of the castle, it was the one he, Hermione and Ron had walked down in their second year discussing who could be the Heir of Slytherin after their Transfiguration lesson.

"Harry dear you haven't been around the Burrow for a while," Molly smiled as she reached him.

"I know I'm sorry, things have been busy lately. And I've been settling in at Andromeda's," Harry gratefully caught the refilling water goblet floating around them as it passed him and drained it thirstily.

"You were more than welcome to stay at the Burrow dear, you should be with family right now!" She smiled even brighter making Harry wonder if her cheeks were hurting yet.

"I am with family, Remus and Teddy are my family, Tonks and Andromeda quickly becoming family as well. Besides the Burrow is busy enough right now without you needing me there," Harry said softly but sharply.

"None sense, you could still move in, we could get your things and…"

"Mrs Weasley, I am happy staying at Andromeda's," Harry interrupted.

"You wouldn't have said this before you started…hanging around with that Malfoy man! I mean, having a meal with Malfoys really Harry!" Mrs Weasley flared up. Harry fought not to roll his eyes. The picture of himself and the others with the Malfoys having their lunch had been in the papers the day after their meal, complete with another nice incriminating picture of Gregory with his arm around Harry's chair and plenty of theories as to what was going on. Ron had spent the last week and a half living at Hermione's parents with her after Mrs Weasley had started an argument with them after the paper had come out.

"No I probably wouldn't have because I still hadn't fully gotten used to the idea of actually saying what I wanted and not just being walked all over by everyone demanding what they wanted of me or thought was best for me. But that is about time, not Gregory. And as for having a meal with the Malfoys, as Gregory is Courting me I think having lunch with them is the least that I will be doing. It was very nice actually, Marcus Malfoy - Gregory's granddad has the best stories to tell," Harry knew he was being blasé about it, but he had received enough letters about their relationship.

"Courting? No! No! You wouldn't," Mrs Weasley choked, the others around them had given in pretending not to listen and were now openly gawping in.

"Yes Courting, and why wouldn't I?" Harry asked calmly.

"You're not gay!" Mrs Weasley's pitch was rising loud enough that had everyone not been listening they would be anyway.

"I can assure you I am," He shrugged.

"But…no!" Mrs Weasley shook her head.

"I'm afraid its true, and I am being Courted by Gregory," Harry shrugged. "And I am incredibly happy," He added sharply.

"So its true then Harry, you're being courted by Gregory Malfoy?" Seamus asked excitedly hurrying over. Harry shook his head slightly amused, Seamus had always been the gossip in their dorm, keeping the rest of them up to date on the politics, affairs and relationships of the school and their year specifically. Though Harry was happy to say that after the events of fifth year Seamus was less likely to believe right away what was published about Harry in the papers, coming to him for confirmation.

"Yes its true," Harry smiled at the thought of the man who was rarely from his thoughts now.

"I've only ever seen pictures here and there of him, and I saw him at one of the balls but he doesn't really seem to talk to others. What's he like?" Seamus asked eagerly. Mrs Weasley spluttered a little as she was jostled to the side slightly as Parvarti, Susan, Ernie, Justin, Michael, Dean, Katie and Angelina hurried to surround him to hear the best they could what he would say. Neville strolled over with Luna's hand in his looking as amused as Harry at their friends reactions.

"Well he's incredibly private, he doesn't really like the fame that comes with the Malfoy name, even though he and his family are trying to right the wrongs that have been made in its name. He loves his family a lot, he's incredibly loyal to them and I think would really do anything for them. He's an amazing listener and he always seems to know what to say or when I need to hear something. He's intelligent and quick minded, and he knows how to banter and have a laugh. He's so romantic as well, our first date he took me to his friend's restaurant and ensured that we were completely private, his friend waited on us himself, and we just spent the night having a meal and talking. And yesterday he took me to Greece and out onto the sea in his boat, with white wine and a Greek meal for lunch, just the two of us sitting on the deck talking, or just sitting together in the sun," Harry blushed when he realised he had been gushing. Mrs Weasley was looking like she had swallowed a lemon tree, the girls and Seamus and Ernie were hanging off his every word and looking as though they were going to swoon comically.

"Oh he sounds amazing Harry!" Angelina squealed hugging him tightly all of a sudden. "I'm so happy for you!"

"And from the pictures he risked meeting Remus, Ron, Hermione and Neville?" Justin grinned nudging Neville teasingly.

"And he's met Andromeda, Bill, George, Fred and Teddy," Harry nodded.

"Wait, what did he send you with your flowers?" Susan asked. Harry had learnt that it was rude to ask what flowers had been sent, but the present seemed fair game. Pulling out his necklace he allowed Katie to take the pentacle and stroke a finger over it while the others crowded close to see it.

"Oh that is beautiful Harry, and so perfect for you," Parvarti snickered.

"I will ignore that second part Miss Patil!" Harry sniffed.

"Stop this!" Mrs Weasley's yell had them all turning to look at her slightly incredulously and worried, the others moving a little to block Harry from direct sight of her.

"I think you should leave now," Ernie frowned at her, crossing his arms lightly, leaving them loose enough to be able to get to his wand quickly if it was needed Harry noticed with a small spark of pride.

"Who do you think you are talking to, you need more respect. This is between myself and Harry!" Mrs Weasley pulled herself up with a glare.

"Actually when you are trying to ruin the happiness Harry has finally gotten and more than deserves it involves all of us," The deep voice had them all looking to the right to see a familiar figure had approached while they had been distracted. A grin broke across Harry's face and he was moving with three of the others in a second. "Ouch! Guys come on!"

"You took your merry time, we were expecting you weeks ago!" Katie glared slightly as she shifted a little from the body pile so she could direct it properly.

"Hey, I went from a battle to helping win the finals for my team, give me a little break would you?" Oliver laughed.

"Its good to see you," Harry grinned reaching down to help Oliver back to his feet and giving him another hug.

"Good to see you too, and coming back to hear you have finally allowed someone to sweep you off your feet," Oliver grinned back ruffling Harry's hair and laughing at the familiar squawk of protest.

"I wouldn't say swept off my feet," Harry chuckled as he tried to pat his hair back into some type of order.

"Ah yes, have keep them chasing you, we taught you well," Oliver nodded sagely.

"Ah shut up!" Harry groaned his cheeks turning red. "Didn't you lot torture me enough when I was younger!"

"Never," Oliver, Katie, Angelina and Alica chorused after looking at each other.

"I give in," Harry sighed.

"Enough!" Mrs Weasley stepped in again actually stamping her foot this time. Seamus started looking as though he was constipated as he tried desperately not to laugh, Harry meanwhile was standing blinking at her a little stunned.

"You were told that you had said enough. You don't have anything more to say that Harry needs to hear," Neville said quietly.

"You belong with Ginny!" Mrs Weasley shouted clearly fuming by now.

"I belong with no one. I want Gregory," Harry frowned at her. Andromeda's words were circling in his head, he needed to think about it a little more.

"No!"

"Yes!" the group around Harry chorused.

"Molly, I think it is time you leave, you have made quite enough of a scene," The sharp Scottish tones of Headmistress McGonagall carried to them as she swept towards them, the slight limp that she had gained from one of her duels from the Last Battle doing nothing to make her look less intimidating and graceful.

"Minerva surely you agree with me, a Malfoy!" Mrs Weasley spluttered.

"I do not believe that Mr Gregory Malfoy was anywhere near the war. And Harry proved that Lucius and his family were involved in fear for each others lives. I believe it shows Harry's heart and kindness that he is giving Gregory a chance when most would over look him for his name," Minerva said sharply as she came to a stop by Harry, putting her hand on his shoulder and squeezing it gently.

"This is ridiculous! Harry you need to get this out of your system right now! We didn't push you to get back with Ginny, we knew that you needed and little time, but this is enough. You and Ginny belong together, and you will be together. I know you are desperate for affection from anyone who will give you it but this is whoring yourself out for…" Harry wasn't exactly sure who managed to hit her, but the loud bang echoed through the courtyard and Minerva, Oliver, Angelina, Seamus, Dean and Neville all had their wands out and pointed at where she had been standing. Been being the operative word as Mrs Weasley had flown through the air and into the wall opposite them slumping to the floor looking unconscious.

"I just rebuilt that bit of wall," Luna sighed a little mournfully seeing the slight bend to the stones where Mrs Weasley had hit.

"Ms Bones, would you float Mrs Weasley to the Hospital wing, tell Madame Pomphrey wheat happened and inform her that I want a mind healer brought from St Mungo's before she is released," Minerva sniffed tucking her wand away and brushing invisible lint from the skirt of her robes.

"Of course Headmistress," Susan smiled sweetly before hurrying off, applying a stunning spell to be sure before floating Mrs Weasley off.

"Are you ok Harry?" Neville asked softly putting his hand on Harry's free shoulder.

"Is that what people think? That I am so desperate for someone to love me that I will just throw myself at anyone? That I would just accept Gregory's courtship because he offered?" Harry frowned.

"Merlin no Harry. Even if what anyone else but your friends thought mattered, they only need to see you two together for five minutes to know you really like Gregory and visa versa," Neville shook his head.

"Those who care about you know that you wouldn't play with someone's heart like that, and that you wouldn't accept the courtship of someone you did not genuinely have feelings for. Besides that, you do not need a relationship to be loved," Minerva said gently.

"She's right Harry. Don't listen to that old hag," Seamus piped up. "Sorry Professor…Headmistress…sorry," Seamus grinned sheepishly at the look that he was shot.

"However crudely he said it Seamus is right. She wants Ginny to marry your name, your fame, to have that for her family. Don't worry about it," Oliver grinned.

"Come on, we've still got work to do," Harry smiled.

"Yes, Master, of course Master," Seamus bowed dramatically scurrying back.

"Stop being a drama queen!" Harry huffed a laugh.

"You're all doing a wonderful job here," Minerva looked around the courtyard admiringly.

"We should be done by September with most of it," Neville nodded looking around as well.

"You're all working so hard," Minerva smiled at them as the others started filtering back to where they had been working.

"Thank Merlin for magic or everything would have taken years to put back," Harry said eyeing the destroyed wall that was slowly being reformed.

"The construction companies and workers are run off their feet assessing what needs done, repairing what amateurs can't and setting what has been done. I don't think they are sleeping much," Minerva nodded. There were a group of them running around Hogwarts desperately trying to get the school ready for September along with all the volunteers.

"Come on you can help me in my section," Harry grabbed Oliver's hand and dragged him over to the wall he had been working on. "It's a little unstable still so half needs to be done by hand, half by magic. Right now we are using strong sticking charms until the construction guys can go over it with the right spells," Harry explained as he heaved another stone into place.

"So, Gregory Malfoy?" Oliver grinned as he followed Harry's lead.

"Shut up," Harry huffed.

"I'm home!" Harry called stepping through the front door. He had flooed in twice and decided that he preferred walking down to the gates and apparating back once he was finished at Hogwarts. Flooing would never agree with him.

"Good day?" Andromeda called from what he figured was the kitchen. Tugging off his boots he groaned as his aching body gave a grumble at him for over working it, it had been a long day.

"Alright, Mrs Weasley showed up at Hogwarts. I'm presuming to try and show me the error of my ways," Harry sighed making his way down the hallway, he looked up when he stepped into the kitchen and blinking to see Gregory sitting at the table. "Hey,"

"Hello," Gregory smiled at him making the tension in him relax that had lingered since Mrs Weasley had showed up. As he crossed the room to Gregory he glanced at Andromeda who was at the counter pointedly looking at the kettle to allow them some privacy.

"I'm sweaty," Harry warned Gregory as he reached up and tugged Harry closer to his seated form.

"Don't care," Gregory shrugged giving a stronger tug and smirking when Harry ended up sitting in his lap. Laughing Harry leant forwards pressing his lips to Gregory's and soaking in the warm kiss given to him, Gregory's arms winding around his waist and tugging him closer so they were pressed fully against each other, giving a little tug so Harry was resting his full weight onto Gregory.

Harry smiled against Gregory's lips fully sinking into the kiss and allowing his eyes to flutter shut as he soaked up the feeling of being in Gregory's arms, his soft, warm drugging kiss soaking into Harry, the gentle brush and flick of Gregory's tongue against his lips before languidly slipping into Harry's mouth when he grated it entrance making him settle into the warm glow he was feeling.

When they pulled apart Harry grinned a little goofily at Gregory who simply smiled back, Andromeda's giggle brought their attention back to the fact that she was in the room and they turned to find her sitting on the other side of the table, four cups of tea sitting there and she was looking amused. Grumbling a little to himself Harry dropped his head onto Gregory's shoulder and simply snuggled into him, he felt Gregory's shock in the stillness of his body for a second before his arms tightened back around him.

"You push yourself too hard Harry," Andromeda tutted standing and making her way to the fridge to pull out a bowl of grapes, putting it on the table in front of Harry who smiled thankfully at her. Since she had found out his weakness for grapes they had been stocked in the fridge ever since.

"We wanted to get the courtyard finished up today, the construction guys have to be at Diagon tomorrow so we needed it done. Oliver finally arrive so we had an extra pair of hands," Harry yawned.

"Oliver? Your old team captain?" Andromeda asked as Harry tugged himself up into a sitting position to take a sip of his tea, making to move to get off of Gregory's lap now that he was settled.

"Yup, he's back in the country after his match," Harry smiled happily, grinning a little and looking at Gregory when he was squeezed a little tighter around his waist. Looking into sea blue eyes he noticed the slightly darker colour to them as Gregory was fighting a scowl to keep his face neutral. "Oliver is one of my oldest friends, him and the twins looked after me after I joined the Gyffindor team," Harry explained stroking his finger along Gregory's brow.

"You'll have to forgive him, Malfoy's are unfortunately notoriously possessive and jealous equally of those they love and care for," Marcus's voice had Harry looking over his shoulder to see the old man walking into the kitchen and sitting himself beside Andromeda at the other side of the table.

"I'd guessed as much. Hello Marcus," Harry smiled at the old man making no move again to get up when Gregory showed no sign of wanting him to.

"Hello Harry, when Gregory said he was coming by to see you I thought I would tag along, I hope you don't mind, I don't have much call for pleasant social outings anymore," Marcus explained.

"Of course I don't mind, its nice to see you again," Harry said honestly. He liked the eldest Malfoy, he said what he thought and had an amusing sense of humour and was interesting to listen to. And while he respected power he did not discriminate on where it came from, he had clearly been impressed with Hermione.

"Oh you are sweet dear. I wanted to ask how you are doing after the newspapers," Marcus asked concerned. Harry blinked between him and Gregory when Gregory tensed underneath him. The tiredness from the day had his thoughts working on slow and he couldn't quite figure out what the problem was.

"I'm doing fine. Mrs Weasley showed up today but it was handled," He frowned looking between Marcus and Gregory, automatically resting his hand on Gregory's shoulder, rubbing his thumb in soothing circles on his neck.

"We were unsure whether you were ready for your courtship to become public," Marcus said seeing the confusion in Harry's eyes. Sighing Harry turned to look at Gregory who while he was looking calm had worry in his blue eyes, worry that quickly turned to shock when Harry smacked the back of his head hard enough for him to feel it. Ignoring Andromeda trying to hide her smile behind her tea cup and Marcus staring completely stunned at them.

Harry however was focused on Gregory who was staring at him completely stunned. He huffed annoyed before dropping his head back onto Gregory's shoulder and snuggling back into him, closing his eyes tiredly.

"What was that for?" Gregory asked slightly indignantly after a minute when Harry said nothing.

"Because you're an idiot," Harry said without moving an inch. He could hear Andromeda snickering now.

"Why exactly am I an idiot?" Gregory asked.

"If I didn't want people to know you are courting me I wouldn't have gone out in public with you and your family, and if I didn't want people to know you are courting me then I would never have accepted your offer," Harry huffed before pressing his nose against Gregory's neck after another yawn.

"You may have wanted to keep things quiet for a while," Gregory said a little defensively, though his arms tightened around Harry.

"Wouldn't have gone out with you in public," Harry repeated. "You are not a dirty secret Gregory,"

"Alright, point taken," Gregory smiled kissing Harry's temple.

"Mm good…going to sleep now," Harry yawned tightening his arms Gregory and nodding off.

"I will take that as you are staying for supper," Andromeda snickered as Gregory looked down at Harry surprised but from his expression made it clear that he was not moving.

"It won't be trouble?" Marcus asked concerned.

"Of course not. Tonks will be working late tonight, Remus will be home though. You are both more than welcome," Andromeda waved them off.

"I think Harry would like to spend some time with you, conscious, especially if Molly Weasley showed up," Andromeda scowled a little.

"I thought she cared for Harry, the youngest Weasley male definitely supported him," Marcus frowned.

"All the male children support him and Gregory except for Percy. Molly Weasley wants Harry to marry Ginny, and that girl is obsessed with him. She wants to be the next Mrs Potter, Molly wants Harry in her family. She cares for him, but she cares more for being connecting to him, to his money and the knowledge that should he become her son in law he would make sure that her and Arthur live in comfort to the end of their days wanting for nothing," Andromeda sighed shaking her head.

"And she confronted him at Hogwarts today?" Gregory frowned.

"I'll firecall Neville and ask him what happened," Andromeda nodding already standing and making her way to the fireplace, however before she could the fire flared green and the tall figure of the Acting Minister of Magic stepped out. His eyes quickly scanned over the two Malfoy's, Andromeda half way across the kitchen and Harry curled up on Gregory's lap.

"You should be warned, Harry is as bad as a kitten or a puppy for your reputation," Kingsley chuckled.

"Kingsley, have a seat, tea? Harry hasn't hexed more reporters has he? He didn't say anything about it and he wasn't grumbling about them," Andromeda asked concerned.

"If you have any juice I would prefer that actually," Kingsley asked politely. "And no he hasn't attacked any more reporters thank Merlin. Actually I got a call from St Mungo's telling me that Headmistress McGonagall had requested a mind healer for Molly Weasley after she verbally attacked Harry," Kingsley raised his eyebrows accepting the glass from Andromeda.

"Verbaly attacked?" Gregory growled out before rubbing his hand over Harry's back when he shifted and muttered in his arms.

"Yes, though Harry's friends did a good job on defending him, she's still unconscious and has been moved to St Mungo's while they try and undo the hexes on her," Kingsley smiled at him.

"Do you know what was said Minster?" Marcus asked concerned. Sighing Kingsley nodded and filled them in on the exchange.

"I can't believe she said those things to Harry! Wait until I get my hands on her, she will see exactly how dangerous a Black can be defending their family!" Andromeda hissed out.

"I'll pretend I did not hear that," Kingsley said pleasantly. "I called round the Weasley boys and filled them in on what happened, they were all furious to say the least," Kingsley added with a wince.

"Ronald has already moved into Hermione's parents house to be away from her," Andromeda shook her head. "And Arthur just follows along blindly with whatever she says or does,"

"Arthur is a good man and will fight for what is right, except when it comes to fighting his own wife," Kingsley scowled.

"I just heard what happened at Hogwarts is Harry alrigh…" Remus skidded to a halt in the doorway before smiling at the sight that greeted him. "He looks just fine,"

"He's worn himself out working away again," Andromeda said fondly glancing over at the tousle of dark hair.

"They are all working so hard at the castle," Kingsley nodded.

"Minerva says that the D.A are all there nearly every day with the exception of them taking days off when they are needed elsewhere or to take a break," Remus chuckled taking a seat at the table and stripping out of his dusty robes.

"The D.A?" Marcus asked.

"Dumbledore's Army. Harry, Hermione and Ron started it in their fifth year to teach certain students Defence Against the Dark Arts when Umbridge wasn't teaching them properly. Harry taught the students most of the year before they got caught, they were running it without Umbridge's knowledge of course. All of Harry's students got top marks that year," Remus smiled proudly.

"Minerva is still asking him to take the teaching position?" Kingsley asked.

"Yes," Gregory answered getting shocked looks from them. "What? We spoke about it a few times. He wants to take it but he feels he will be using his fame as he doesn't have the full qualifications yet,"

"I would think beating a Dark Lord would more than count as a qualification," Marcus chuckled.

"We keep trying to tell him that, and to show him that he has proven he can teach well, but he doesn't listen," Andromeda frowned.

"He wants to at least get his NEWT's. Though I think he could probably do with a year off without any real responsibility except a bit of revision for this year after everything that has happened," Gregory said a little coolly.

"We…we hadn't thought of it that way. Merlin we should have though, we have been trying to force him into taking the teaching offer when we should have thought about the fact that he might have needed a little time to just be," Remus groaned rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"He's had a lot of expectations on him for a long time, and he has been working towards one thing for a long time, he needs to be able to enjoy his freedom for a little while. Its not like he has to work right away," Gregory shrugged lightly ensuring he didn't wake Harry.

"Everyone expects more from Harry every time he gives his everything, even us," Kingsley smiled sadly. "I will speak to Minerva, tell her to find someone else at least for this year and to leave Harry be,"

Gregory smiled as he felt Harry snuggling closer to him, his hands still fisted tightly in the fabric of Gregory's summer robes as he gave a small content sigh making Gregory feel content at the idea his presence was appreciated and wanted even in Harry's sleep.

Harry slowly came back to consciousness, the first thing he really took in was that while he was pleasantly warm and comfy there was a small ache in his lower back and neck from the angle he was sleeping at. The second was the warm hum of voices from around him and occasionally from underneath his ear. The third came quickly after the second in the form of strong arms wrapped tightly around him and a large hand rubbing up and down his back whenever he shifted a little, the strong spicy smell that he had quickly come to recognise in seconds filled his senses and he let out a small mortified groan burying himself deeper into Gregory's shoulder.

"Harry?"Gregory asked concerned as the voices around him stopped.

"I fell asleep on you," Harry's was apologetic as he stated the obvious.

"I did not mind," Gregory chuckled, the voices hurriedly starting up conversation again. Harry could hear Teddy's gurgling in the background as well.

"I'm so sorry, I was really tired and you were comfy," Harry muttered.

"Harry I did not mind, it was nice being able to hold you," Gregory kept his voice low as he spoke, his hand stroking up and down Harry's back again. Lifting his head Harry scanned Gregory's face but could see nothing but the truth there.

"Thank you," Harry smiled a little pressing a kiss to Gregory's lips.

"You have just made me look forward to being able to sleep with you in my arms," Gregory smirked as Harry's cheeks lit up, pressing a kiss to the hot skin.

"Gregory," Harry grumbled turning his face to press it against Gregory's cheek.

"I'm sorry, too forward?" Gregory winced a little.

"No, definitely not, but now that's all I'm going to think about when I go to bed tonight," Harry said softly into Gregory's ear, smiling when Gregory's arms tightened around him. Discretely putting up a privacy charm between them and the others he placed a kiss to Gregory's cheekbones.

"That was cruel," Gregory huffed.

"What? You don't want me thinking about being curled up around you?" Harry asked innocently not moving his face from against Gregory's.

"You know that I do, but now it is all I am going to think about of a night time, and our relationship is not ready yet for what exactly I want to do to you," Gregory said his voice a growl that sent a shiver down Harry's spine.

"Wouldn't be so sure about that," Harry said a little breathlessly.

"I want you so badly," Gregory sighed dropping his head onto Harry's shoulder making him tense up.

"I'm hearing a but in that statement," Harry said a little sharper than he had intended.

"But, I want to do this properly, I don't want to rush any side of our relationship, including the sexual side," Gregory said honestly.

"Does it have anything to do with trusting me?" Harry asked attempting to shuffle away but Gregory latched onto his hips.

"No, its about wanting to make sure we are ready and that we don't rush into anything. I want you so much it hurts sometimes, and Merlin knows how many times when I am with you I wish I could press you against the nearest flat surface and make you scream my name, but I want us to do this at the right pace for us, I want this to be right. Please don't be angry," Gregory said worriedly.

"I'm not. Sorry guess I'm still a little narky from waking up," Harry said sheepishly. Seeing the concerned look on Gregory's face he pressed a kiss to his lips. "Honestly, I'm not angry or upset at you, I just wanted to know why you wanted to wait. When you're ready we're ready," Harry smiled kissing him again.

"You're ready?" Gregory asked starting to frown.

"But you aren't, and this is about us," Harry shook his head pressing a kiss to Gregory's brow.

"This isn't about me not trusting you," Gregory said again scanning Harry's face concerned.

"I know, I just had to ask, I trust that you are telling me the truth. Besides just because we aren't ready for sex doesn't mean in the close future we can't sleep together," Harry grinned getting a smile back.

"That is true," Gregory nodded before blinking when an orange bounced off Harry's arm. Turning they found Andromeda, Remus and Marcus sitting watching them amused. Harry took down the privacy shield and glared at Remus who had no doubt thrown the orange.

"Yes?"

"That looked like an intense conversation," Remus smiled but Harry noted the flash of worry in his eyes.

"It was," Harry blinked when they all looked at him expectantly, the silence lasting for five minutes before Gregory pressed his face into Harry's shoulder to try and smother his laughter.

"Oh fine you're not going to tell us!" Remus pouted a little. "Nice sleep?" He grinned instead.

"Very comfy," Harry nodded sliding off Gregory's lap into the chair next to him, but he left his legs resting on Gregory's lap. He was suddenly thankful for the fact that Hermione had taught him the freshening up and cleaning spells considering how much work he had done that day, at least he hadn't smelt. Groaning a little he rolled his shoulder as he felt the ache there.

"You're sore?" Gregory frowned.

"A lot of lifting work today," Harry shrugged with a small smile.

"We heard what happened at Hogwarts," Andromeda said softly.

"Who came?" Harry sighed looking between them all.

"Kingsley, the St Mungo's team contacted him informing him that Minerva McGonagall requested that the mind healers look at Molly Weasley," Andromeda explained.

"Oh joy," Harry said dryly.

"Harry, you were going to tell us?" Remus frowned.

"Of course I was," Harry smiled standing and making his way the fridge.

"Harry," Remus groaned.

"What I was going to tell you!" Harry huffed pouring himself some orange juice.

"It's the when that bothers me," Remus shook his head.

"I would have told you," Harry said defensively flopping into his chair.

"You don't have to keep things like this to yourself anymore Harry," Andromeda said softly.

"Thank you for the motivational speech, I will take it to heart. I'm going to shower," Harry said sharply draining his glass as he walked out the room.

"Sorry, we shouldn't have done that in front of you," Remus apologised to Marcus and Gregory, the latter was looking after Harry concerned.

"I am more concerned to his reaction," Gregory frowned.

"He's used to having to deal with everything himself. The only people that he will really go to is Hermione and Ron," Remus admitted.

"Have you considered that you need to earn that trust first," Gregory said quietly.

"Excuse me?" Remus frowned at the Malfoy who simply looked back showing nothing on his face.

"Harry is spoken to me enough about you to know that while you are here for him you haven't been the most constant figure in his life. Some of that is because of the war, but not all of it. Harry is someone that you earn that trust from, for it to become automatic for him to tell you things," Gregory answered.

"I…he said that," Remus frowned.

"He didn't have to," Gregory said a little softer. "And pushing him won't help. I will go and wait for him in his room to speak with him if you don't mind," Gregory said standing.

"Go on," Andromeda nodded before Remus could say anything. "Down the hallway, third door on the right,"

"Thank you," Gregory nodded leaving the kitchen and following the directions. The room opposite Harry's had the sound of the shower being on letting him know where Harry was, slipping into Harry's room he looked around curiously. There weren't a lot of personal things in here that spoke of Harry, his firebolt against the wall, his trunk, some books, a slightly battered snitch, robes and some clothes were scattered on the floor and on the chair in the corner, an owl cage was sitting clean and empty in the corner that had obviously belonged to Hedwig, a framed picture of Lily and James Potter sat on the bedside table next to a large leather bound photo album.

Sitting down on Harry's bed Gregory picked up the photo album after a seconds consideration as to whether it was invading Harry's privacy and started flicking through it. It started with pictures of what was clearly a younger James, Remus, Sirius Black and another boy, in the various pictures they were laughing and had their arms around each other or mucking about. Gregory looked closely at James Potter's face seeing the similarities between him and Harry, they were definitely there, but as well as having Lily's eyes from the pictures he looked at of Lily he could see Harry had her chin and her nose. The pictures of Lily were from about 16 up, with James and the other four now.

His eyes drank in the picture of Lily and James's wedding, Sirius Black standing as James's best man. There were a couple of pictures of the wedding party, everyone smiling happily for the camera and waving or dancing. And then there were the pictures of Lily and James clearly deeply in love and peering into each others eyes or wrapped around each other. And then came the pictures of baby Harry with one or both of his parents, Sirius or Remus. And then at the end were pictures of Harry from aged eleven to sixteen with Hermione and Ron, Neville, and various other friends, a group that he could presume was the D.A they had been told about, an all Gryffindor picture in a red and gold room Gregory could presume was the Gryffindor common room.

"See anything interesting?" Harry voice startled Gregory out of his perusal of the photos and he looked up guiltily at Harry to find him leaning against the doorway of his bedroom wearing just a pair of muggle jeans, a towel around his shoulders, his bare shoulders.

"I'm sorry I did not meant to pry," Gregory said a little choked as he managed to pull his brain together enough to manage a sentence.

"I'm not angry," Harry shook his head walking fully into the room closing the door behind himself. "Ah that's the original Gryffindor quiddtich team when I joined," Harry smiled sitting next to Gregory and pointing to the picture.

"I wanted to make sure that were ok," Gregory buried his fingers into Harry's wet hair turning his head up to look at him.

"I'm alright, I shouldn't have lost my temper like that," Harry shook his head.

"I may have interfered," Gregory admitted, seeing Harry's questioning look he explained what had been said.

"Thank you, I think…I think I needed Remus to understand that but I couldn't tell him myself," Harry sighed flopping back onto his bed.

"You are far too tempting," Gregory shook his head looking down at Harry.

"Sorry," Harry grinned up at him unrepentantly seeing the dark flash in blue eyes. Reaching his arms out in offering he breathed in contently as Gregory lowered himself over Harry and pressed their lips together, the ever present hunger in their kisses lighting Harry's blood and making him arch into the kiss, cupping the back of Gregory's neck. He grinned when he got a deep groan in response to nipping Gregory's bottom lip before sinking even further into the kiss.

They lay for a good fifteen minutes exchanging kisses and just enjoying each others copy, being with each other, feeling the other against them and just enjoying the time. Neither of them wanted to go back to the real world, just wanting the simple peace and understanding that existed between the two of them. But finally Gregory pulled away and flopped down next to Harry sucking in deep breaths as he tried to get control of himself and his body, licking his slightly swollen lips and still tasting Harry there.

Panting slightly himself and fighting down the arousal shooting through his body he turned and pressed his lips over Gregory's heart before settling comfortably in his arms using his chest as a pillow.

"Thank you for talking to Remus. Its not that I don't trust him or want to tell him. But its automatic to keep it to myself," Harry admitted.

"You can talk to me about these things, I know that your automatic response is to keep it to yourself, I just want to become one of the people that you go to about it," Gregory smiled running his fingers soothingly though Harry's hair.

"You will, I know you will. It will just take time, I don't keep things to myself because I don't trust you or because I want to keep it from you, its just an automatic thing for me," Harry sighed reaching across Gregory's chest to link their fingers together.

"I understand Harry, we all have our ways of protecting ourselves or traits that we have developed. I know that I put up a mask in public that make me seem cold and uncaring," Gregory shook his head.

"You didn't with me," Harry grinned looking up at him.

"You are very different. I wanted you too much to bother putting my mask up, and you made me feel as though it wasn't needed," Gregory shook his head. "Come on we should be getting back supper will be ready now,"

"Urgh I feel an idiot for storming out like that!" Harry groaned. "What your grandfather will think!"

"My grandfather I think has fallen in love with you, you in his eyes can do no wrong. He practically ambushed me and demanded that I bring him with me," Gregory chuckled.

"I don't believe you," Harry shook his head.

"I wouldn't lie to you, I believe he is eagerly looking forwards to our bonding, if not planning it already," Gregory shook his head. "Give it a few years and I think he will prefer you to me,"

"Alright, alright he likes me, come on silver tongue," Harry laughed standing and tugging Gregory with him by their joined hands.

"They understand Harry, especially after what I said to Remus," Gregory gave him one last kiss before they made their way back down the hallway to the kitchen.

"Hey that's good timing I was about to come and tell you supper is ready. You do like carbonara don't you Harry?" Andromeda asked walking passed them to place the large bowl of pasta on the table.

"Yup," Harry nodded eagerly, his nerves about facing them again after his storm out forgotten as his stomach reminded him that he had been working hard all day.

"Take a seat then, you serve yourself," Andromeda told Gregory and Marcus.

"Thank you for sharing your food with us," Marcus said formally.

"Welcome to our table," Andromeda responded with a nod of her head. They all quickly filled their plates and settled what they wanted to drink before tucking in.

"How is Oliver doing?" Remus asked after a few moments of silence.

"He's doing good, he's tired, going straight from the battle to a major quidditch match, but he's always been nuts like that," Harry shuddered.

"Ah I have heard a few stories about your first team," Andromeda chuckled, seeing the questioning looks he was getting from the Malfoy's he explained.

"Oliver was completely nuts, to him it wasn't just the house cup we were aiming to win it was the world cup. The twins joke that he about wet himself the first time he saw me chasing the snitch and realised he had a full team,"

"He certainly sounds…enthusiastic," Marcus tried diplomatically chuckling at Harry's description while Remus and Andromeda were looking a little embarrassed.

"Obsessed is more the word. One time he had us all up at five o'clock for a week to practice before breakfast, then we had training at five o'clock till seven, we just about made it for supper. We were shattered, the other Gryffindors just expanded the furniture we fell asleep on in the common room rather than waking us," Harry chuckled.

"You had to be facing the Slytherins," Gregory chuckled.

"Of course, can anyone but the other house bring out that type of competitiveness in the Gryffindors and Slytherins. Flint had the Slytherins practising after breakfast for an hour, during lunch and from three to five, and two days he had them out there from eight to ten when they couldn't make the lunch one," Harry snorted.

"It is definitely a good thing you do not take that competitivness so seriously," Marcus chuckled looking between him and Gregory.

"I think for this Malfoy I am more than willing to bury the hatchet," Harry smiled at Gregory who was still holding his hand underneath the table.
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