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Self-fulfilling Prophecy	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6342 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter nor make any profit of it. J.K. Rowling owns it

Chapter List
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Author's note: I somehow managed to finish this chapter this week, through working at it during the nights. Next week my exams finally start, so I can't promise a quick update in two weeks. I'll work on it whenever I can, naturally, but my exams take priority now. If I don't manage to post a new chapter in two weeks, you normally should expect one at the end of June.
Not entirely sure about this chapter, but ... *sighs*
Thanks to the following reviewers: AnonymousTigress; moodysavage (It was a simple job, so only Harry was assigned)
Warnings: bonding moment between the boys and Draco (I guess you could call it that?); slight cliffhanger at the end, I suppose. Not sure if it counts as a cliffhanger ...
I hope you'll like it!
Chapter 9: Ephemeral Peace Part 2
"You two better behave today, okay?" Dad gave them a stern look while he reached for a pinch of Floo powder. "If not, I'll know."
"We always behave, dad," James complained and huffed, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"Draco will tell me if you don't," Dad remarked and threw a quick look at the blond man leaning casually against the doorframe.
Uncle Draco gave a lazy wave. "If you brought them up to be well behaved, there shouldn't be any trouble," he smirked and straightened up. "Now go, before Kingsley starts wondering where you are."
Dad rolled his eyes, but nodded; giving James' and Albus' hair a quick tousle before he stepped into the fireplace and let the green flames sweep him away to the Ministry.
Uncle Draco commanded their attention by clapping his hands briefly. He quirked a blond eyebrow and said sternly, "I don't think I should have to remind you two of this, but just to be clear: there will be no wandering around the fair unsupervised. That means that you will stay with me at all times. No sneaking off or running off. The moment you step out of line, I will return you two home, understood?"
Albus nodded quickly, a bit taken aback by the stern tone his uncle took while James cocked his head, but nodded once. His brother seemed to understand that unlike with Uncle Ron, he couldn't mess with Uncle Draco unless he wanted to get to know the consequences.
"Aw, did I miss Harry?" Scorpius appeared in the doorway; his cheeks puffed up.
"You wouldn't have if you hadn't taken such a long time getting dressed," Uncle Draco pointed out mildly, but shook his head with an exasperated sigh when the pout on his son's face grew. "Harry will be back tonight to pick up James and Albus. You can say hi to him then, all right?"
"Okay," Scorpius muttered dejectedly before his eyes landed on Albus and he grinned widely. "Hi! Ready to go to the fair?"
Albus nodded and smiled; excitement bubbling again. He had almost not been able to sleep last night, because he was looking forward to going to the fair. Although this morning, he had briefly worried that mum would try to stop them, regardless of the fact that she had given them permission before. His worry had been unfounded, though, because by the time he and James had woken up and were eating breakfast, mum had already left for practice.
"Can we go now?" Scorpius asked and practically skipped over to Albus, clutching his wrist firmly as soon as he halted next to him.
Uncle Draco eyed them shrewdly, but snorted and inclined his head. He pocketed his wand and beckoned them to follow him. "Yes, let's go. We have to go outside, past the wards so that I can Apparate with you."
They went outside, passing a house elf who bowed as he opened the large, heavy door. The sun was fighting its way through the clouds and three peacocks had escaped the backyard and were mingling around underneath some large trees. One of them, the smallest, looked up when the four wizards walked past, but dismissed them quickly.
A tingle ran across Albus' spine when they stepped through the gate and he blinked, a bit perturbed by it. He rubbed over his neck, but the odd feeling dissipated as quickly as it had appeared.
Uncle Draco halted when they were a few feet off the gate and turned around to face them. "All right, this is how I'm going to Apparate with you three: one of you will hold me around my waist and the two other will hold on to my arms. None of you will loosen your grip until I say you can, understood?" He regarded them sternly and all three boys nodded. "I don't want to end up in the hospital, because one of you got Splintered. Now, who's going to grab my arms?"
James stepped forwards and stated, "I'll hold you around your waist. Dad says it's better for the youngest to grab the arms, because they're not strong enough yet."
Albus pouted, but couldn't disagree. Dad and the rest of their family always Apparated like that. He still didn't completely understand why, but it had something to do with the arms being smaller than the rest of the body, therefore making it easier for the younger children to hold on when they Side-Apparated.
Uncle Draco gave James an approving look and said, "Come on, then. We don't have all day."
The pout on Albus' face was quickly exchanged for a bright grin and he and Scorpius latched on to the elder blond's arms while James wrapped his arms around the blond's waist.
"Remember, don't let go until I say so," Uncle Draco warned and then Albus felt the familiar tugging sensation behind his bellybutton as his uncle Side-Apparated them all to the fair.
In spite of the fact that it was still morning, a lot of people were already bustling around and mingling with each other. The fair was set up in five streets in total this year; booth after booth were lined up and the owners tried their best to attract the public's attention by either shouting or performing magic tricks.
"Where do you want to go first?" Uncle Draco questioned as his gaze trailed over the various booths.
Before anyone could open their mouth, a loud explosion three booths down the street snatched their attention and their eyes snapped towards the commotion.
Right above the booth in question a large, red green dragon swapped his impressive wings up and down before it flew around in a wide circle, soaring above the spectators' heads. It opened its mouth to roar and when it bent its neck it showed a cat majestically sitting on the dragon's back, looking around calmly.
When the dragon landed on the ground it disappeared in a flash of glittery dust, leaving the cat standing proudly on the street before it jumped on the table of the booth.
Instantly three pairs of wide eyes swivelled towards the older wizard.
Uncle Draco rolled his eyes. "Apologies for the inane question. Let's look at that booth then, you dragon-obsessed brats."
They cheered and raced towards the booth, eager to discover what kind of dragon it was; Uncle Draco sauntering calmly behind them.
An old man with a snow white beard and a wrinkled forehead smiled friendly at them when they stopped right in front of the table. Several round boxes were stacked on the table and the cat was washing his white paw stoically next to the piles, not even glancing up once.
"Good morning, boys," the old man greeted cheerily. "Interested in the dragon?"
"Yes, what does it exactly do?" James inquired; gaze straying towards the boxes.
"It's a nifty form of magic, if I do say so myself," the man chuckled and plucked a box from the pile. He removed the lid and tilted the box towards them, so that they could see the glittery dust in it. "A lot of people want to ride on dragons, right?" They nodded fervently, eyes glued at the dust. "But as you surely know, you aren't allowed to keep dragons. This toy can help with that. You pour it on the ground, place your hand on it and imagine how the dragon looks. The magic takes on the form of the dragon and then you can fly on it for however long you like. If you don't want to fly anymore, you simply fly back down to the ground and the magic will go back into the box!"
"That's amazing!" Albus blurted out, placing his hands on the table, leaning in closer. Next to him Scorpius nodded; his face a picture of awe.
How fantastic would it be to have his own dragon to fly on? His cousins would be so jealous!
"That is quite innovative, but isn't the use of it dangerous for children? I very much doubt that parents would be thrilled if their children simply took off on such a dragon," Uncle Draco drawled and regarded the boxes with a critical eye. He looked dubious; a slight frown etched in his forehead.
"Oh no, sir! Each dragon can only fly sixty-five feet high and can't go further than two hundred and eighteen yards," the old man explained and chuckled. "I don't need any trouble with the Ministry."
"Hm." Uncle Draco tilted his head slightly; his grey eyes sharp. He looked down when Scorpius tugged at his robes. "What?"
"Can we have one of those, father?" Scorpius asked, looking pleadingly. "Please?"
"I don't know," Uncle Draco said slowly, frowning.
"They're so cool!" James said and pointed at the boxes. "Not even Uncle George has made something this cool!"
The older blond snorted and looked vaguely amused.
"It would be really fun to fly on a dragon," Albus mumbled shyly, drawing circles on the table top. He felt a heavy gaze resting on him and he looked up, right into speculating, silver grey eyes. He quickly returned his eyes to the table; his cheeks heating up a bit.
"How much would three boxes be?" Uncle Draco questioned after a short silence to Albus' great surprise.
"I've never seen such enthusiastic boys as your sons before and being told that I managed to one up the famous Weasley lad is incredibly flattering," the grey haired man laughed and waved his hand. "You know what? Normally it's three Galleons each, but you can have three boxes for five Galleons."
"Only one of them is my – never mind," Uncle Draco said dismissively and grabbed a deep dark green pouch out of his pocket. "You're sure about the price?"
The other man shrugged. "I created these dragons to make children happy. Looks like I succeeded, so five Galleons are more than enough for me."
"If you're sure," Uncle Draco muttered and dropped the five coins in the wrinkled, stretched out hand.
"Enjoy your dragons, lads, and enjoy the rest of your day as well!" the man said cheerily and handed over three boxes.
"Thank you!" all three boys chorused and they accepted their dragons with large grins plastered across their faces.
"I will never understand your obsession with dragons," Uncle Draco grumbled as he put away his money.
"Thanks for buying this, uncle," James grinned, holding the box carefully.
"Thank you," Albus muttered and hugged his uncle around his waist quickly before stepping back with a bashful smile.
His uncle looked taken aback by the unexpected hug, but recovered quickly and ruffled his hair. "Don't mention it," he sighed and smiled ruefully.
"I'm very happy with the dragon, father," Scorpius said and beamed. "Thank you for buying him!"
"Yes, yes, I know I'm going to regret this," Uncle Draco muttered and shook his head. "Where to next?"
"Paint on our faces," Scorpius replied determined. "Like last year, father!"
"Are you two allowed to have your faces painted?" Uncle Draco raised an eyebrow as he glanced at the two other boys.
"Yeah, dad let us do it when we were here last time," James answered and Albus nodded.
Having their faces painted had been fun, - though the brush had tickled a bit – even if mum had grumbled a bit when the time came to wash it off.
They found the face paint booth at the corner of the second street, manned by a sweet, young lady, who immediately showed them the designs they could choose from. Eventually they decided on their design and half an hour later, Uncle Draco was walking around with a cat (Scorpius); a lion (Albus) and a jaguar (James). The young witch had offered to paint Uncle Draco's face as well, but the blank look on his face had had her hurriedly addressing another witch, who had been patiently waiting for her daughter's face to get painted.
They wandered through the fair, stopping at whichever booth that caught their attention, whether it was one showing new magical toys or one that sold gemstones. They were so happy to be at the fair that they didn't even complain once when Uncle Draco took nearly half an hour to inspect three bottles of potion – of which he eventually only bought one.
They had just started eating the burger Uncle Draco had bought for them at a small food stand situated between two booths – both selling potions – when a very familiar voice made Albus stiffen.
"Albus? James?" Aunt Hermione halted in front of them, stunned. Astonished, brown eyes slid from the two boys to the wizard standing behind them. "Malfoy." She raised an eyebrow. "Wasn't expecting to see you here with my nephews."
"Harry couldn't take them, so I offered," Uncle Draco replied flatly. "Scorpius wanted to go, so …" He shrugged, but his gaze was sharp.
"What's that?" Rose asked curiously and pointed at the box James had clenched between his arm and his side. Her gaze slipped towards Scorpius and she smiled sheepishly. "I'm Rose and this is my little brother, Hugo. What's your name?"
"Scorpius," the blond boy replied after a pause. His face was abruptly blank and he shuffled closer to Albus, seemingly unaware that he was doing that.
Remembering that Scorpius was rather shy around people he didn't know, Albus reached out and tugged softly on Scorpius' sleeve. The small smile he received made him grin in return.
"Box, Jamie?" Hugo inquired softly, his hand clutching his mother's. His other hand held a half-eaten chocolate frog.
"A dragon," James answered, though he gave no further explanation. His attention seemed mostly focused on the conversation between their aunt and uncle.
"What kind of …" Rose started to ask, eyebrows furrowed, but was interrupted by her mother.
"Does your mum know that you're with Malfoy?" Aunt Hermione questioned, looking confused.
It said a lot that their aunt was questioning whether they really had mum's permission to spend the day with Uncle Draco.
Which they actually hadn't, really, as mum didn't know it was Uncle Draco who was their friend's father. Albus shuffled guiltily with his feet; his hunger diminishing slowly.
"He's called Uncle Draco, not Malfoy," James retorted, frowning. "And yeah, we asked her and she said we could go. Dad wouldn't have brought us otherwise."
"How exactly did you ask for permission, James?" Aunt Hermione narrowed her eyes, looking suspicious. She seemed to realise – or at the very least suspect – that something was up.
"I thought interrogation was in the job description of an Auror and not a task of someone defending the rights of magical creatures," Uncle Draco said sharply and stepped forwards so that he was effectively shielding both Albus and James partly from view. "He already said he asked for permission – why continue badgering him about it?"
"I am not badgering him!" Aunt Hermione looked offended; a flush colouring her cheeks. "I just know that James can be quite creative with how he asks something when he wants something and we both know that Ginny wouldn't – "
"James, did you ask your mother for permission to go or not?" Uncle Draco asked, never once looking away from their aunt.
"Yes, of course I asked," James huffed and scowled. "She said yes and then we asked dad who also said yes."
"I'm quite adept at picking up clues when someone is lying, Granger, and he doesn't sound like he's lying," Uncle Draco smiled thinly. "I very much doubt Harry is willing to create a fight over something as inane as a fair. They got permission from their parents, end of story."
Aunt Hermione sighed and rolled her shoulders. She looked apologetically at James. "Sorry, James, I was just surprised."
James grunted something that could have been a, "Fine", but still looked put out.
Rose shared a wide eyed look with Albus – both clearly felt the tense atmosphere hanging like a dark cloud above their small group. She broke eye contact first and tugged at her mother's hand.
"Mum, I'm hungry," she stated and bit her lip. "Can we get hotdogs?"
Aunt Hermione furrowed her eyebrows. "Didn't we walk past that stand half an hour ago?" she asked and sounded lightly disapproving.
"Yeah, but I'm hungry now." Rose blinked innocently.
"Hugo, do you mind hotdogs?" Aunt Hermione questioned and ran her hand through his hair.
The little boy shook quietly his head and tangled his hand in her robes.
"All right, we'll have to go back then," Aunt Hermione smiled wryly and quickly ruffled both James' and Albus' hair, giving Scorpius a polite smile. "Enjoy the rest of the fair, boys."
"Bye, Aunt Hermione," Albus said and elbowed his brother sharply in his ribs when the older boy didn't say anything.
He received a glower, but James muttered a half-heartedly, "Bye."
"Well, I certainly did not expect to walk into people like her," Uncle Draco remarked flatly and shook his head.
"I really asked mum for permission," James repeated and sounded almost sulking, scowling at the ground.
The older wizard raised an eyebrow. "I believe you," he said simply. "Now, if you are finished with eating, let us continue our way through the fair. We still have a fair few booths to discover, I dare say."
And just like that, the encounter with Aunt Hermione was pushed to the back of Albus' mind.
Dad arrived at the manor ten minutes after they did, brushing off the soot particles clinging to his Auror robes. To Albus' great relief, he didn't appear to be hurt; there wasn't even a tear in his clothing, so whatever assignment he had had today, it hadn't been a dangerous one.
"Looks like you guys enjoyed yourselves," Dad smiled and made his way to them, eyeing the various bags resting on the floor with amusement lurking deep in his green eyes; the amusement deepened when he caught sight of the painted faces of his sons and Scorpius.
"It wouldn't be the Starlight fair if purchases weren't made," Uncle Draco commented dryly from his place in the armchair. His grey eyes roved across dad quickly. "No trouble with the assignment, I take it?"
Dad snorted and plopped down on the couch next to Scorpius, who grinned widely at him and instantly clutched his arm – the older man ignoring Uncle Draco's scandalised look at the way he sat down – and replied, "No, not at all. The only danger present was my falling asleep from Lefadore's ramble. That guy could give Binns a run for his money, I tell you." He rolled his eyes.
"Look, dad, what Uncle Draco bought for us!" James grinned and shoved the box in dad's hands, who hastily grabbed it.
Dad raised the box to eye-level and studied it attentively before he carefully removed the lid. He seemed taken aback by the amount of glittery dust covering the bottom of the box. "What exactly is this?" he questioned carefully.
"A dragon," Albus grinned and showed off his own box. "The glitter changes into the dragon and then we can fly on it! But we can't fly too high or too far," he added with a slight pout. It was too bad that there were restrictions on the dragon, but he supposed he shouldn't complain too much. How many boys could say that they were able to ride on a dragon? Even if the dragon was made out of magical dust and not an actual one. "Scorpius got one too!"
Scorpius smiled a bit bashfully and showed his own box to dad.
"That is … interesting. I've never heard of a toy like this before," Dad mused and raised an eyebrow. He put the lid back on top of the box and returned it to James. "How much did they cost?"
Uncle Draco shrugged. "Not much."
"Draco," Dad sighed and clucked his tongue. "How much? Magic like that can't have been cheap."
"The seller gave me a discount, because the boys were so interested in it," Uncle Draco replied, not appearing willing to divulge the actual price.
Albus wondered silently why his uncle didn't want to tell his dad how much the boxes had cost; he chanced a glance with Scorpius, who looked back, equally confused.
"Seriously, just tell me the price," Dad repeated and his fingers twitched in that peculiar pattern that let Albus know that dad was becoming irritated.
His uncle must have seen dad's fingers twitching as well and he appeared to know the meaning, as he let out a small sigh and rolled his eyes. "Five Galleons for the three dragons," he answered bored and took a sip from his tea.
"You call five Galleons for three children's toys cheap?" Dad asked incredulously.
"Normally it was three Galleons for one. I'd say we got a pretty good discount. Besides, it's not like I couldn't afford it," Uncle Draco retorted sharply.
"Let me pay you back," Dad insisted and his hand went to his robes.
"There's no need for that, Harry," Uncle Draco said and his eyes darkened a bit. "It was nothing. Consider it gifts."
"They are a bit expensive to be simply gifts," Dad argued and scowled. "Just let me pay you back for Merlin's sake."
"I don't need the money," Uncle Draco repeated and glowered right back. A smirk suddenly bloomed up on his face and he leant back in his chair. "You know what? If you want to pay me back so badly, you can take me out for drinks. A new pub opened up a few blocks away from the Ministry; it sounds decent enough."
Dad looked ready to protest, but then he snorted and relaxed. "Yeah, sure, why not? It's been a while since you last could criticise something."
"I wouldn't need to criticise their establishments if they did a decent job," Uncle Draco sniffed. "I want decent drinks, though, Potter. None of those crappy ones."
"Naturally." Dad rolled his eyes good naturedly and then turned to address James and Albus. "Time for us to go home, boys. Mum will be nearly home." He grimaced and stood up. "She's going to have a blast when she sees your faces."
James and Albus both grinned.
After the amazing day they had had – save for the slight mishap with Aunt Hermione – they could handle the light scolding they would most likely receive from mum for having their faces painted.
Her scolding would be much more effective if she wouldn't look so amused.
When James and Albus arrived home that Tuesday afternoon from having played together with some friends after their classes had ended, they both instantly became aware of the odd atmosphere hanging in the house.
They shared a look and cautiously entered the living room where they found mum and Aunt Hermione sitting together on the couch. Aunt Hermione looked quite uncomfortably when mum turned around to look at them.
Albus stiffened at the angry look on mum's face.
"James, is there something you forgot to tell me about the fair? Like, say … The name of your friend's father perhaps?"
Oh no.
AN2: Does this count as a cliffhanger? Not sure. .-.
Please let me know what you thought of the chapter in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me!
Next week I'll be posting a new Drarry oneshot "Embedded Secrets" in case you are interested. Something to tide you over until the next chapter of this story LOL
Next time: Albus' birthday is an interesting one.
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