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19 Years and 5 Minutes Later	By : TheMightyFlynn Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 58416 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter List
- 1-19 Years and 5 Minutes Later
- 2-Ch. 2
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Ch. 4
- 5-Ch. 5
- 6-Ch. 6
- 7-Ch. 7
- 8-Ch. 8
- 9-Ch. 9
- 10-Ch. 10
- 11-Ch. 11
- 12-Ch. 12
- 13-Ch. 13
- 14-Ch. 14
- 15-Ch. 15
- 16-Ch. 16
- 17-Ch. 17
- 18-Ch. 18
- 19-Ch. 19
- 20-Ch. 20
- 21-Ch. 21
- 22-Ch. 22
- 23-Ch. 23
- 24-Ch. 24
- 25-Ch. 25
- 26-Ch. 26
- 27-Ch. 27
- 28-Ch. 28
- 29-Ch. 29
- 30-Ch. 30
- 31-Ch. 31
- 32-Ch. 32
- 33-Ch. 33
- 34-Ch. 34
- 35-Ch. 35
- 36-Ch. 36
- 37-Ch. 37
- 38-Ch. 38
- 39-Ch. 39
- 40-Ch. 40
- 41-Ch. 41
- 42-Ch. 42
- 43-Ch. 43
- 44-Ch. 44
- 45-Ch. 45
- 46-Ch. 46
- 47-Ch. 47
- 48-Ch. 48
- 49-Ch. 49
- 50-Ch. 50
- 51-Epilogue
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A/N: Jan and Kakashi: thank you both so much! :D
Moodysavage: For some people, two times a year is normal. Harry didn't know any better. As for Ginny, that information will probably come out in a later chapter :)
This might be the last post until after the new year, so if it is, I hope everyone has a happy Christmas/holidays/whatever you celebrate and a safe and happy new year! ^.^
Harry nibbled on his bottom lip as he waited for Ginny to get home. It had been three days since he had discovered for certain that she had cheated on him at least once and was now apparently shopping for another man. In those three days, she had sent him a letter telling him that a big story had come up in Cardiff that she couldn’t turn down, so she would not be back as scheduled. The letter had, of course, sent Harry’s suspicions into overdrive, causing him to wonder if the ‘big story’ had a name. He sighed in frustration as nerves rampaged through him; he hadn’t been this nervous about talking to a girl since school.
One of the biggest problems, as he saw it, was not that she was now looking for another man, but that she had had one before. It changed the whole dynamic of their relationship and caused him to start questioning everything about what had seemingly made the two of them so good together. Had she been fantasising about another man every time they had had sex? Not that there was much of an ‘every time’, he thought, but still. What about the swiftly finished letters that had disappeared into her clothing or a convenient drawer the second Harry had entered the room? And the kids... His eyes closed as nausea swam through him. The thought had occurred to him last night that if Ginny had been cheating their entire marriage, then it was possible that his kids were not actually his kids. He had immediately dismissed the thought, considering how each of the children shared at least one of his traits; personality-wise, if not physically. Any other options hurt too much to think about.
All of these considerations paled, however, in significance to the discovery of his own sexuality. And Draco; Gods, what was he going to do about Draco? The two of them were ‘good’ in a way that Harry had never thought possible, despite their history. Before Draco, sex had always been about achieving his release as soon as possible. It had almost been a chore; a tool to be used as stress relief and to create children. But now... Harry sighed, threw himself back into the chair he was sitting on and scrubbed a hand through his hair. Now he had developed a craving for the kind of satisfaction that only Draco had been able to give him so far. His stomach clenched in fear at the idea that a craving for sex wasn’t the only thing he was developing for Draco. Was it even possible for two people who had practically been sworn enemies for most of their lives to develop actual feelings for each other? Because there was definitely some kind of feelings there; Harry was just having difficulty sorting through them as they were so mixed up with everything else at the moment. There was no question in his mind that the craving he had for Draco had not been present when he had been having sex with Ginny. And that was another thing: since when had ‘Malfoy’ become ‘Draco’ in his mind? Sure, the animosity he had held against him at school had basically evaporated in the wake of the War, but in his mind, Draco had always been ‘Malfoy’. His given name just slipped so easily from Harry’s mouth now that it seemed ridiculous to go back. He shook his head as the memories of the last time they had been together rushed through his mind.
He had been tired, angry and hurting so bad after what he had discovered not just about his wife, but also about a man he had considered his friend for years. All he had wanted when he got back into the office had been a long, hot shower and to be left alone to stew in his anger over Ginny and Rhys. The fact that Draco had turned up when he had – of his own volition as well, which Harry thought had to be significant in some way – had presented Harry with the perfect opportunity for the release he was longing for. It had been the end of that encounter that had had Harry cringing in embarrassment ever since, however. He had the vague memory of acting like a clingy girlfriend while still drifting happily in his post-orgasmic mindlessness. After that particular demonstration of his scattered wits, he wouldn’t be surprised if he had scared Draco off permanently. Frowning as he realised that he really didn’t want Draco to leave him, Harry had to push it all to the back of his mind so he could examine it later. Tonight was about him and Ginny, not him and Draco. He shook himself out of the thoughts when the floo flared bright green, depositing his wife on the hearthrug.
“Harry, I wasn’t expecting you to wait up for me,” Ginny exclaimed as she stood brushing soot off her cloak. “How’s Lily?”
The show of concern for his daughter had Harry’s stomach clenching again. “We need to talk, Gin.”
“You should have called me if something went wrong with her!” Ginny made to move off towards the stairs that led to the bedrooms, but Harry reached out and grabbed hold of her wrist, preventing her from moving.
“Lily’s fine. We need to talk.” He had to wonder if the anger he could hear in his voice was as obvious to his wife.
“If she’s fine, then can this wait until morning? I’m exhausted.”
Harry glanced up at her, swallowing hard against the renewed rise of nausea in his stomach. “I know about Rhys.”
The mix of emotions that crossed her face would have amused him if the topic had not been so serious. He knew, deep down, that this point right here really was the beginning of the end for the two of them, but he was still hoping against hope that she would have the dignity to not lie to him at this point. Surprise, fear and disbelief followed each other swiftly over Ginny’s face before she twisted her hand free and took the chair opposite Harry.
“What do you know about him?”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Gin. You slept with him for six months after we were married. You dragged Hermione into this mess when you were discovered. You’ve been lying to me for at least 15 years, if not longer,” Harry spat, unable to contain the surge of rage that crashed through his chest. His hands clenched into tight fists on the arms of the chair as Ginny sat there, her expression blank. Surely this couldn’t be the reaction of a woman who was sorry for what she had done? He tightened his jaw for a few seconds in an attempt to release some of the anger that had crept into his voice before taking a deep breath. “You’re not even going to respond to me?”
“I’m sorry.”
The fire flared as Harry stood and stomped across the room away from her, his hands trembling from the effort he was exerting to control his magic. Anger and guilt combined to make his chest ache with each breath. He knew he was guilty of the exact same thing she was, but it seemed like more of a betrayal coming from her than it did from him. Yes, he had and was cheating with Draco, but Ginny had been cuckolding him for years at this point.
“19 years, Gin. We’ve been together 19 years and all you can say to me is ‘I’m sorry’?” He could hear the tremble to his voice and he paused, taking a deep breath in an attempt to control his anger again. “How many others have there been?”
“Oh, come on, Harry!” He spun around when he heard her stand. She was facing him with anger clear in her eyes, her chest heaving as she breathed heavily. “You’ve never been interested in me. Sure, we had sex, but it was to make the children, not because you wanted me at all. I loved you, I protected you; hell, I defended you when rumours started about why we hadn’t had kids yet. And what did I get in return? You seemed to want me to turn into my mother! The only time you were ever interested in having sex with me was when you wanted kids. You obviously were getting off somewhere else because you certainly weren’t interested in me at all. But I was happy to give you the kids you wanted, because I wanted them as well. So yes, I have had other men over the years, but it’s not like you haven’t had other women!”
Harry simply stood there staring at her for what felt like an eternity. She thought he had been cheating on her since the start of their marriage? With other women? How the hell had his life come to this? He had loved her faithfully until that one second in that stupid bathroom had ruined everything. He could probably have quite happily just gone on thinking that he was perfectly normal if it had not been for that one taunt he had sent Draco’s way in that bathroom. Always knew you were a little poof. That one simple sentence had changed his life forever and this is what it came down to: he and his wife battling it out because they were both sleeping with other men. Staring at her in those few seconds, Harry knew that this was the end of everything that had kept him safe and comfortable over the past 19 years. Tonight was the end of his marriage, his family and quite possibly the last night he would ever again have of complete privacy. Ginny had to know everything – he had to tell her everything – so they were on an even footing, but beyond that... He shook his head sadly as he allowed himself to feel the sharp shock of grief over what he was about to do. Breathing deeply, he let go of the anger over what she had done as well as he could and prepared to deliver the deathblow to his own marriage.
“Say something; don’t just stare at me.”
“I’ve been sleeping with Malfoy.”
Silence stretched between them for a few seconds in which Ginny just blinked at him. “Draco’s wife?” Harry just continued to stare at her, willing her to come to the truth herself. It did not take long. “Oh... oh! Oh, Harry.”
The anger had drained from her face as the realisation of what Harry was admitting to hit her: she had married a gay man, one who had been so deep in denial that not even she had suspected it. “It started a few weeks ago at the station, when we saw Al and James off to school. I’d never cheated on you before that moment, I swear. It hadn’t even occurred to me that I was gay, but it makes so much sense now. The thing is, Gin, when you rejected me that night, it was that moment that made me start to suspect you. At first, I just felt guilty because I thought that everything was normal between us, but I spoke to Hermione and she told me about the rumours she helped you to squash about you and Rhys the first time. I just,” he paused, running a hand through his hair as confusion washed through him. “Why didn’t you say something to me? Why did you go off with other men instead of just talking to me about it?”
“I don’t...” she sighed, sitting back down in the chair behind her again. “I don’t know. There was so much pressure on us after the War to marry and have kids; set the example for the rest of them. To show the world that if we could move on, then so could they. It – I – Gods, I don’t know! When it became obvious that you weren’t interested in me, I thought it was my fault. I thought that if I waited for you, then everything would stabilise.”
“‘Waited for me’? Yeah, you did a really good job of that one,” Harry snapped, his anger returning full-force at seemingly being blamed for her cheating on him. “You weren’t waiting; you were sleeping around.”
“Don’t be such a pig,” Ginny responded with equal heat. “Even if I had waited for you like the faithful dog you seem to think I should have been, you still wouldn’t have wanted me. That was always your problem: you can’t see past your own issues. I loved you and you rejected me! Do you have any idea how much that hurts?”
“Oh, no, I couldn’t possibly know what it feels like to be sexually rejected by your own spouse.” The sarcasm in Harry’s voice caused Ginny to scowl at him so fiercely he was slightly surprised that his hair didn’t catch on fire. “Did you ever actually love me, or was it The Boy Who Lived you wanted?”
“How dare you, you–” Ginny spluttered to a stop, insulted outrage clear in her eyes. The look lasted a few seconds before she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, obviously trying to calm herself. It apparently worked, as when she reopened her eyes, the look she shot Harry would have frozen him solid if it had any power behind it. “I should have stayed with Ernie; I actually loved him.”
The words hit Harry like a physical blow straight to his stomach. He staggered backwards, one arm wrapped around his stomach and his mind reeling. Ginny had been in love with someone named Ernie. Finding out that she had been cheating had been bad enough, but love? It had apparently not just been a series of one-night stands like Harry had hoped after she had broken it off with Rhys, but at least one proper relationship. How could she do this to him? To their kids? How was he supposed to deal with this? Glancing up, he caught the cold look in his wife’s eyes and came to an immediate decision. He was not going to deal with this; not now, at least. Straightening up, he twisted on the spot and Apparated straight to Grimmauld Place, leaving Ginny at their family home.
Landing on his knees on the hearthrug with a grunt sent up a cloud of dust, causing Harry to sneeze. He immediately waved his wand, casting anti-Apparition charms and locking the floo. There was no way he was going to allow anyone to see him like this, not even his friends. Hell, especially not his friends, considering his best friend was the brother of his bitch of a wife. Standing and glancing around, he decided that the gloomy house was the perfect setting for this particular miserable moment; the mood it set seemed fitting.
Harry had not been to Grimmauld in years, much preferring the house he and Ginny had bought after the War had ended. The dull light from the outside streetlight caught on something in the corner of his eye and he moved to get a closer look. Three big bottles of Ogden’s Old Firewhisky sat glinting in the light on the sideboard, apparently forgotten when they had basically abandoned the house years before. Glancing around almost as though he thought someone would pop out of the next room to stop him, Harry grasped hold of the next of the first, twisted the top off and took a deep swig. Coughing as the liquid burned its way down his throat, Harry decided that this was the perfect way to numb everything he had ever felt. Throwing himself down on the lounge in front of the fireplace, he proceeded to get resoundingly drunk.
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12 Grimmauld Place
Islington, London
Floo in, I’ll be waiting.
– Harry
Draco stared down at the barely legible note, his mind racing. What the hell did Potter think he was doing, sending a note like this to Draco at 10pm on a Friday night? Not only was it crass, but it also assumed that Draco had no life outside of his work and Potter. He was about to crumple it up and send it into the fire, when it was grabbed out of his hand from behind.
“Oh, ‘Harry’ is it now?” Astoria mused, a thoughtful tone to her voice. “Generally when you call someone by their first name, it indicates a deeper connection than ‘just sex’ implies, you know.”
She moved around the end of the lounge Draco was sitting on and dropped elegantly onto the opposite end, note still in hand. Draco rolled his eyes at the grin she shot him.
“It indicates nothing, because I’m not going anywhere.” The impatient huff of breath Astoria gave in response had Draco smiling a little in return. “Besides that, this is none of your business.” He knew it was the wrong thing to say the second her eyes widened with a gleam that had his stomach dropping into his shoes.
“Oh, so it’s none of my business that my darling husband is falling head over heels in love with another man?” She waved the paper towards him, a wide smile lighting her face. “A man who sends him notes late at night requesting sex?”
“This is not a request for sex; it’s a demand to see me. A demand I intend to ignore,” Draco grumbled, trying and failing to frown at her as she grinned at him. “Now give me that.”
He shifted down the lounge and grabbed the piece of paper, capturing her fingers at the same time when she refused to let go. Astoria moved to stand in front of him, pushing him back until he sat properly on the lounge again, the note still held between the two of them.
“If you don’t go, I will. If he’s as badly in denial as you seem to think he is, then he probably wouldn’t turn me down.”
Draco narrowed his eyes at her, trying to see how serious she was. Judging from past experiences, she wouldn’t hesitate to take Potter up on any offer he made her; Draco had had a rather handsome young man stolen from under his nose when he had taken too long to respond and Astoria had discovered he was bisexual. Her reasoning that why waste such a pretty, young and eager man when she could teach him so much had, unfortunately, made sense to Draco at the time. Although, he had turned down the man’s offer to make it a trio. As much as he liked Astoria, he had never liked her.
“You would too, wouldn’t you?” He frowned properly when her only response was to grin wider. “Wench.” Standing, he released her fingers, taking the paper with him.
“Good luck, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. I won’t bother waiting up.”
Draco rolled his eyes again as he threw a handful of powder into the fire and gave the address on the piece of paper. He knew that Grimmauld Place was the ancestral home of the Black family – and that it had been left to Potter by his Godfather – but he had never actually entered the house. Not that he had much time to look around when he arrived, as he had an armful of Potter the second he had righted himself. The stench of alcohol hit him immediately, choking him a little with the strength of it.
“Potter?” Draco’s arms had automatically gone around Potter’s waist and, judging by the strength of the smell, it was entirely possible that that was the only thing holding the idiot up at that moment. Swaying as he took almost the entirety of Potter’s weight, Draco turned his head in an attempt to get a fresh breath of air. His eyes lit on two empty bottles of Ogden’s and he sighed. “Potter, please tell me you spilt that Firewhisky and didn’t drink it.”
“You’re pretty.” There was a definite slur to the voice that was currently muffled due to Potter’s face being snuggled into the crook of Draco’s neck. “‘m horny. Want you.”
The movement of Potter’s hips against Draco’s thigh told him that while Potter may have been horny, there was no chance he was getting it up in this condition. Not that he would have taken advantage of him; it may have surprised some people, but even Draco had his standards and taking advantage of a drunken Potter did not meet them.
“You’re drunk, not horny,” he informed Potter as he moved him backwards and deposited him on the lounge. Potter landed with a thump, the back of his head bouncing off the lounge. He blinked owlishly up at Draco, licking his lips as his eyes travelled down Draco’s body. Draco sighed, knowing that Astoria had been right about her not needing to wait up; just for an entirely different reason. He slumped down on the lounge next to Potter, one hand automatically moving to stroke along Potter’s thigh. “Why are you drunk, Potter?”
“‘s what ya do when ya get dumped. And it’s Harry.” He leant in to bury his face in Draco’s neck again, snuffling and sighing as he apparently attempted to get comfortable. “Pretty.”
Potter wriggled around on the lounge before giving up any pretence and crawling into Draco’s lap. Draco clenched his hands on Potter’s hips, preventing him from getting closer as he resumed his snuffling against Draco’s neck. The sensation of having Potter attempting to get so close to him was sending thoughts through Draco’s mind that he knew he really shouldn’t be having right at that moment, so he pulled back a bit so he could see Potter’s face.
“You got dumped?”
Potter’s face softened for a fraction of a second, causing Draco to hope that he wouldn’t turn out to be a weepy drunk. “She’s in love with Ernie.”
Draco’s mind worked fast as Potter swayed forward again, obviously threatening to return to his snuffling. “Ernie Macmillan?”
“Really?” Potter swayed forward again, this time so he could press his forehead against Draco’s. “How d’you know?”
The suspicion he was being eyed with caused Draco to smile; Potter was much more amusing drunk than he was sober. “You said Ernie, so I assumed.”
“Mmm,” was the only response he got as Potter moved so his head was resting against Draco’s shoulder.
“I think we should get you to bed.”
“Stay with me.”
The whispered words sent a pleasant shiver up Draco’s spine. Casting a feather-light charm over Potter so he could carry him, Draco moved off up the stairs in the hallway to see if he could find a bedroom that looked as though it was inhabitable. The second room he opened seemed cleaner than the first, so he booted the door open wider and waved his wand carefully, cleaning the bed as best he could with the snoring burden in his arms.
He sat back on the edge of the bed once he had Potter settled; his boots and glasses removed and the covers tucked up under his chin. Staring down at him, Draco knew he had some difficult decisions to make and that they needed to be made before Potter awoke in the morning. He would be spending the night in Grimmauld; of that he was certain. He was also certain that he could not trust Ginny Weasley to not go running to the press with the information she had discovered that night. His carefully ordered life was about to change dramatically and he had to decide if that life would continue to include Potter in the role he had designated himself. He smiled as Potter let out a particularly loud snort and rolled over to face him, one hand stretched out as though reaching for him. In that moment he knew he didn’t have the strength to leave; knew that he was falling for Potter and that there was nothing he could really do to prevent it. Leaning over, he brushed the hair out of Potter’s eyes and placed a soft kiss on his forehead.
“Let’s hope you’re worth it, you annoying git.”
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