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Nothing, Everything	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10224 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter nor make profit of it. J.K. Rowling owns it.

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Author's note: Here I am with the next chapter!
Thanks to the following reviewers: Thunderbird; Kain and Book_addict_89
Warnings: *hums* Drama I suppose is the best way to describe it and some time skips
I hope you'll like it :)
Chapter 9
What had happened here? How could the house have been blown up? He had felt how strong the wards had been – there was no way any enemy could have come close enough to bring the entire house down. Had it been one of his attackers? Had they thought he was home and decided to finish him off once and for all?
And what about Potter? Had he survived? Had he fought whoever had attacked the house?
"Harry! Where's Harry!" Granger demanded; her voice so loud and shrill, it jarred Draco out of the daze he had fallen in whilst he had been staring at the smoking ruins of the house.
A dark brown haired man with glasses looked up from his study of the right front corner of the house and approached them with a grimace, lowering his wand. "Miss Granger, Mister Malfoy. Auror Potter has been brought to Saint Mungos by one of our colleagues."
"How badly is he hurt?" she asked; tears brimming in her brown eyes as her gaze kept shifting to the ruined building. She wrung her hands together and an ugly red flush was filling her cheeks rapidly.
The Auror chanced a quick glance at Draco before he replied carefully, "I don't know exactly. He was still breathing when he left and as far as I could see he didn't appear to be bleeding too badly."
"Johnson, come here for a sec!" another Auror called out. This one was crouching near the place where the wards had been erected and he was staring at something intently.
Johnson looked at them apologetically. "I'm sorry; I need to continue the investigation. I suggest you go to Saint Mungos for more information."
Granger nodded brusquely and whirled around, snatching Draco's wrist. "We're going to the hospital," she stated, allowing no possible protest and Side-Apparated with him before he could even get his bearings.
He barely had the time to steady himself after they had Apparated in a small alley close to the hospital before Granger was marching towards the hospital; her grip on his wrist tugging him forcibly along.
"I'm not a child you can drag along," Draco said icily and snatched his hand back. Or that ginger, blithering idiot you call your husband, he added mentally. He had the good sense not to say that particular comment aloud, though. He didn't fancy getting hexed.
She threw him a distracted look as if she hadn't realised she had still been holding on to him. "What? Oh sorry; I just don't want to waste any time now," she muttered and if possible, sped up even more.
Draco followed, though he didn't see the need to hurry. Potter was clearly fine; if he had been seriously hurt, those Aurors back at the remnants of the house would have been in a fit of panic, he was sure.
Potter had shown more than once that he was difficult to kill after all.
"Harry! How are you feeling? How is the baby? What happened? Are you all right?" Granger fired off the questions one after the other, rattling them off like the answers she had given during their classes at Hogwarts.
Grey eyes rolled as he entered the hospital room after her. How did she expect to get an answer if she didn't even give Potter the chance to reply?
The man in question was sitting in the hospital bed; his left hand curved around his stomach. There were several thin cuts marring his forehead and cheeks, with one long cut right beneath his jaw, as if someone had tried to take his head off. The knuckles of his hands were bruised, red and chafed, and the smell of the potions smeared across his wounds was quite penetrating. He looked quite well for someone who had been pulled out of a blown up building.
Potter offered a weak smile. "The baby's fine; the Healer just left actually. My shield took most of the damage. Aside from some cuts and bruises I'm okay."
"What happened?" Granger questioned, settling down on the bed next to Potter's legs. Draco leant against the wall next to the door, not desiring to get any closer than he needed to be.
Green eyes darted towards him before Potter sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "A family member of someone I arrested a couple of months ago decided to take revenge," he replied sourly.
Draco relaxed; so it hadn't been anyone of his attackers. Just someone with a grudge against Potter because he had put their family member in Azkaban. Then he frowned as he realised that the wards had been obliterated as well. Had one single person managed to both destroy the wards and bring down the entire house? That sounded more like an effort for at least two to three people.
"And they managed to get past the wards just like that?" he asked sceptically.
Potter shook his head and grimaced. "I think he must have had some sort of info about ours," he admitted. "That's the only explanation. The wards wouldn't have let him come close enough, but he somehow knew how to disable them."
"Is he on the run now?" Granger inquired worriedly; her hand enveloping one of Potter's.
"Nope, got him quite good," Potter answered with a grim smile. "He was worse off. He's on a different floor here with three Aurors guarding him. We'll figure out soon how he managed to bring the wards down." The grimness disappeared and a vulnerable look replaced it. "How badly damaged is the house? I didn't really get quite the look at it, because I was knocked out for a bit. I remember it took some heavy hits, though."
"Completely destroyed," Draco replied bluntly, ignoring Granger's reprimanding look. Sugar coating his answer wasn't going to change shit. The house was nothing but ruins now; there was no point in lying about that. "Don't think there's much left in it."
Potter swallowed and rubbed over his stomach. "I'm glad I've kept Garin in my office then."
Garin? Oh right, the snake Blaise had given him for his birthday. Draco barely saw the snake; most of the time the snake was in Potter's bedroom or his study and occasionally he took it with him to his office when he needed some help with wards during one of his missions.
"I'm sorry about the house, Harry," Granger murmured, squeezing her friend's hand. "I know there were quite some stuff in it that had a sentimental value."
Potter gave her a trembling smile and Draco concealed a sneer. Was he seriously going to cry just because of some lost belongings? The Potters and the Blacks – he knew his cousin Sirius had left the Black vaults to Potter – had been quite wealthy; if Potter was so ridiculously attached to his stuff, he could just buy them again.
"I put some protection charms around the most important stuff, so maybe they survived the attack," Potter said, sounding childishly hopeful.
She smiled back, nodding. "I'm sure they did. If you want, I can go back in a while and see if I can find them? The Aurors are still investigating, but afterwards I can go check."
"Thanks, 'Mione," Potter smiled and blinked rapidly; his eyes looking suspiciously bright and wet. He cleared his throat and licked his lips. "We just have to figure out where to live now until we find a new place."
"I can go back to the manor," Draco said and shrugged. "My lab is there anyway and I still have my personal wing there." He hesitated, knowing he should tell Potter he could live with him in the wing, but he wasn't looking forward to sharing his rooms at the manor as well. If he didn't, though, mother would most likely have something to say about that. She might have kept her opinion about the article to herself for some odd reason, but she wouldn't remain quiet if Draco showed up without Potter now that the house was gone.
Before he could open his mouth, though, Granger piped up, "You can stay with us as long as you need to, Harry. You know we would love to have you at our place."
"I don't know how long it'll take to find a new place and get new wards put up, Hermione," Potter sighed, looking torn. "I don't want to - "
"Harry James Potter, you're staying at our place and that's final," she stated firmly, narrowing her eyes.
Merlin, how could anyone stand someone who was this bossy? "What, the manor not good enough for you, Potter?" Draco sneered, crossing his arms. He didn't want Potter invading his space there, but it hadn't escaped his notice that Potter hadn't even suggested going with Draco. One would think he would want to be with the one he claimed to love.
A look of discomfort crossed the dark haired man's face. "It's not that, Draco. It's just that I'm not entirely comfortable staying for a long period at the manor," he explained quietly.
Draco opened his mouth to demand why no, especially considering he seemingly had no problem with having lunch with Draco's parents every week, until realisation dawned upon him and he closed his mouth again with a light grimace. Right, the war. Potter and his friends had been brought to the manor during the war and his dear crazy Aunt Bellatrix had had a bit too much fun with Granger. He supposed he couldn't fault Potter for not feeling comfortable at the manor; hell, even Draco still had some trouble walking past certain rooms.
"Next time – although I sincerely hope there won't be a next time – you should send us a message immediately if you're under attack, Harry," Granger scolded him. Now that she had seen with her own eyes that he would survive, she apparently thought it was time to admonish him like a child. Really, how hadn't she driven anyone mad yet? "We could have helped you!"
"I didn't exactly have the time to get my owl, 'Mione," Potter replied, sounding irritated. "Besides, I had let him out to hunt anyway, so he wasn't home when the attack happened."
"Who the hell would even send an owl to say they're under attack?" Draco remarked incredulously, shaking his head. "You can perform a Patronus; you should have sent one, you idiot."
Something dark crossed Potter's face and he clenched his jaw visibly, looking away. "I'm having trouble conjuring a Patronus lately," he said stiffly.
Before Draco could demand further explanation – why the hell would Potter have trouble conjuring a Patronus? He didn't have such trouble at Hogwarts. – the door opened, banging against the wall, and Teddy stormed into the room, jumping onto the bed before anyone could react.
"Are you okay, Uncle Harry?!" Teddy exclaimed loudly; his voice shrill with panic and worry.
Aunt Andromeda stepped into the room with an apologetic smile, closely followed by a pale Weasley. "He got worried when he couldn't get the Floo to connect, so we tried your office," she explained; her dark eyes roving sharply over Potter's body. "Ron told me what had happened and Teddy insisted on coming to see you."
"The whole department is in an uproar, mate," Weasley remarked, coming to a halt next to Granger. "Kingsley is pissed off too."
Draco barely concealed a sneer; he very much doubted the Minister would be pissed off if the Auror hadn't been Potter. Of course even the Minister himself would be worried about the Golden Boy – what else was new?
The display in the hospital room was so sickening, Draco slipped out of the room, ignoring how green eyes darted towards him. He had better things to do than remain in that room.
Mother had been understandably worried when Draco had explained why he was moving back into the manor. She and father had asked for details about the attack and Draco had given them all the information he knew – which had been rather basic of course as he wasn't involved in the investigation. Even father had looked a bit worried when Draco had said that the wards had been dispelled. They were aware of how strong the wards had been and they were probably worrying the same fate would befall the wards around Malfoy Manor.
Potter had instantly squished down their worries when he had arrived for a short visit a couple of days after the attack. The attacker had been working alone, he had reassured Draco's parents, and his anger had been entirely aimed at Potter himself, wanting to take revenge for his brother who had been put in Azkaban for a couple of years. Given the severity of the attack and the intention behind it, the attacker was looking at twenty years in Azkaban at minimum with a possibility of even more years being added to that because he had targeted Harry Potter of all people.
Even the court wasn't objective when it concerned Potter; that didn't surprise Draco in the least.
Living at the manor felt like being at home. That was no surprise of course because Draco had grown up here, but he had almost forgotten how soft and comfortable his old bed felt like; how smooth and divine the sheets felt. The large window in his room had been magically enchanted to let through the daylight gradually, allowing him time to wake up slowly. The water in the bathtub and the shower had been adjusted years ago to the perfect temperature for his skin and he revelled in it each morning.
His breakfast would be waiting for him at the small table in his room when he was finished in the bathroom and afterwards he would just have to take a few staircases and then he was in his lab where he could work on his potions in peace.
Here in the manor he was at ease; it had the luxury he had grown up with and had to go without at the house he had shared with Potter and the various spells placed on furniture and the rooms themselves made his life easier all around.
It made him question why the hell he had ever moved out of here in order to live with Potter in that house. How could he have ever given up all of this? This was the place he should have been living in all along; not that poor excuse of a house that could fit ten times or even more in the manor.
Living in his personal wing also came with the benefit of not having to see Potter again or spend time with him. At the house he had been forced to share his meals with the younger man and suffer through talking with him as the other wizard tried to coax him to tell him about his day. At the house he had fallen asleep every evening with the thought that Potter was only a couple of doors removed from him; he might not have been sleeping with Draco in the same bed, but his presence had been hard to ignore. It had been like a persistent itch he couldn't scratch.
The manor, on the other hand, was blessedly Potter free. Here he didn't have to share meals with him, didn't have to talk to him and didn't have to deal with the fact that Potter's pregnancy was progressing further and further. Sure, Potter tended to drop by for a visit a few times each week – he hadn't missed the Saturday lunch so far unfortunately – but it was easier to ignore him with the excuse of orders needing to be finished or a volatile potion he couldn't leave unattended.
Even his mother had stopped insisting he talked to Potter; he didn't know the reason for that, but he wasn't going to complain about it. She did still talk to Potter about his cases, about the pregnancy and his house hunt, but at least she wasn't bothering Draco with the details and he was fine with that.
Bar Potter's occasional visit, it was remarkably easy to ignore his presence in his life and continue with his own like he had been planning all along until he had had a moment of stupidity leading to him asking out Potter.
But no matter; he was slowly reversing that stupidity.
"Is it an important letter?" Astoria inquired curiously, picking up her teacup and sipping from it delicately.
Draco looked up from the letter he had been reading and folded it, shaking his head with a smile. "No, nothing important." He turned towards the owl still waiting on the windowsill and stated, "No reply."
The owl puffed up his chest and spread out his wings in a threating manner, but Draco simply stared back unimpressed and with a sharp hoot, the owl flew away.
The letter came from Potter, asking him whether he was interested in looking at some houses with him. He most certainly had no interest at all in any houses Potter wanted to look at and he wasn't about to waste his time with the house hunt either.
It had been three weeks since the house had been blown up and Draco had become used to a life without seeing Potter that much. It was a state he liked to prolong for as long as possible.
He was taking advantage of Potter's absence to meet up with Astoria once a week just to talk and share some tea. Conversing with her just affirmed his belief that he had made a huge mistake choosing Potter in the past; he couldn't hold a candle against her brilliance and beauty. Really, he must have been out of his mind when he pursued Potter. He consoled himself with the thought that clearly his time at the Dark Wizard's place had messed with his mind.
With less than two weeks left of September, the weather had turned quite ugly already and rain was still streaming down the windows, two hours after Draco had arrived at the Greengrass Manor. It didn't look like it would stop anytime soon either.
"Have you heard about the Halloween ball?" Astoria asked, waving one of the house elves away when he wanted to pour more tea in her cup.
"The one organised by Blaise's mother? Yes, I know about that one. We received the invitation for it a couple of days ago," he replied, crossing his legs.
Mrs Zabini's balls were legendary and everyone coveted an invitation to it. It was one of the few balls worth going to and one had to be quite stupid to decline the invitation. You simply did not refuse Mrs Zabini; that was something every self-respecting witch and wizard knew.
For as long as Draco could remember he and his parents had attended her Halloween ball. When he had still been a child, it had been rather boring for him and he had spent most of his time in Blaise's room, amusing himself with the toys there. As they got older, they used the ball to drink Firewhiskey and Elven wine – drinks their parents wouldn't allow them to have while they were still underage.
Most people used the Zabini's Halloween Ball to network, create alliances and even discuss potential marriage between their families.
"You're going to attend?" She smiled coyly, knowing full well what the answer would be.
He smirked. "I would be a fool not to. Will you grace the ball with your presence?"
She giggled, hiding her mouth behind her hand as her eyes glittered brightly. "Of course; I cannot not attend the ball."
He dipped his head. "Then I shall see you there."
A knock on the door of his lab snapped him out of his concentration and he looked up, vaguely annoyed. "Yes?"
Hadn't he told his parents not to disturb him unless it was dire? He still had a large batch of Wolfsbane to finish and the bastards at the Ministry had only given him three days to complete it, demanding the batch to be sent to them on Monday. Given that it was Friday today, he didn't have that much time left and the potion wasn't exactly easy to make.
The door opened and soft footsteps descended on the steps, slowly bringing his visitor into view. He concealed a groan of annoyance when he realised it was Potter, who was hovering at the bottom of the stairs with an uncertain smile. His rounded stomach had grown even bigger since Draco had last seen him and his shirt did nothing to hide the bulge.
Draco arched an eyebrow, putting the ladle next to the bubbling cauldron for the moment. He could spare a few moments as the potion needed to rest for a bit anyway, but he hoped the other wizard would leave soon. "What do you want, Potter?"
Potter gnawed on his lower lip – such a filthy habit, it was obvious he had been raised by bloody Muggles – and said, "These past few weeks I've been thinking."
"Don't hurt yourself too much, Potter."
The dark haired man went on, ignoring the interruption, "I've realised I've made some mistakes since you woke up after the attack."
"Oh? Do go on," Draco said, crossing his arms and leaning back against the table. This should be interesting. Potter admitting he had made some mistakes? The world must be ending.
"I should have given you more time to get used to the idea of our relationship and I realised I didn't really give you that time." Potter looked embarrassed; his cheeks flushed red as he rubbed his hand over his arm. "It must have been quite strange to wake up and get to hear that you and I are in a relationship and expecting a child. Living with me in the same house must have been even weirder and you've been – remarkably good with that fact. My friends and I – we shouldn't have pushed you like that. It wasn't fair on you. I want to apologise for not really giving you the time you needed to get used to the idea of us."
Draco clapped slowly, hoping the younger wizard was intelligent enough to pick up the sarcastic undertone. "Bravo, Potter! So you are capable of admitting you made mistakes and placing yourself in another person's shoes. Good for you. Was that all?"
If possible Potter flushed even deeper and he briefly glanced away before he looked back at Draco; his green eyes clear and determined. "I was thinking that – maybe we could make a fresh start? Begin all over again?"
"A fresh start," the blond man repeated slowly, narrowing his eyes slightly. "What exactly do you mean with a fresh start?" Suspicion started gnawing at him.
Potter offered him a shy smile. "I mean we could try dating again? Go on a first date and get to know each other again? That way you can get to know me and I can get to know you just like the first time. So what do you - "
"I decline," Draco stated calmly.
It was almost comical how quickly the smile on Potter's face froze and he stared non-comprehendingly at the older man. "I'm – sorry?" he said baffled.
"I decline your offer of a date," Draco said nonchalantly. "If we start anew, then I have the right to refuse a date."
"What? What do you mean?" Potter asked perplexed.
Draco tsk'd and shook his head. "Surely you're not that stupid, Potter. I'm not interested in dating you and I'm not planning on getting into a relationship with you again."
"But – but you lo-"
"Look, don't make this anymore embarrassing than it is already for you," Draco cut him off; allowing the small amount of pity he felt for the other wizard to leak through in his voice. "I'll make it perfectly clear for you once and for all – something I should have done the moment I woke up. I am not interested in you and never will be. I cannot comprehend what my former self must have been thinking – I suspect I only pursued you in the first place because you had been there with me in that basement. It wouldn't be the first time victims formed a connection like that with their saviour." He shrugged.
"That's – that's not how it went between us! You asked me on a date at your - "
"Honestly, Potter, there is no way I would have ever been attracted to you if my mind hadn't been screwed up from the kidnapping," he continued bluntly, staring the other man down. "Have you even taken a good look at yourself? I have quite high standards and even if I was attracted to men, you and I are on two whole different playing fields. You're far from any man's wet dream, Potter – the only thing you have going for you is your fame. How fucking pathetic are you even to keep chasing after me when I made it abundantly clear many times that I'm not interested in you? The idea alone that I ever touched you is repulsive!" he spat out.
Potter stared at him, apparently too dumbstruck to react.
"The only reason why I even shared that pathetic excuse of a house with you is because everyone kept pushing me towards you! If I had had my choice from the start, I wouldn't have even left the hospital with you in the first place! I'm actually grateful for my attackers, because it's thanks to them that I woke up before I completely fucked over my life!"
"You – you don't mean that," Potter rasped; his eyes wide and desperate. "You're just - "
Draco smiled cruelly. "I know this comes as a surprise to you, Potter, but not everyone wants to do your bidding. As far as I'm concerned, we were never in a relationship, let alone engaged. I'm done with keeping the peace. I'm not interested at all and you're only making yourself look even more pathetic than you already are by trying to keep clinging to this farce of a relationship."
"The baby - "
"Ah yes, your precious baby," Draco snorted, shaking his head. "Further proof that I had lost my mind. Do you really think I want to ruin my life so early with a baby? You want that child, you can keep it. Just don't expect me to take care of it, because I'm not interested. Save yourself the trouble; I'm not going to acknowledge it either," he stated coldly. "As far as I'm concerned, that child is not mine. Understood?"
Potter trembled, his eyes glittering too brightly and Draco could practically taste his magic in the air, hovering around the pregnant man.
"You're a bastard," Potter hissed; his hands clenched into fists. His face contorted into an ugly mask of tears and anger.
"No, I believe that child of yours is now a bastard," Draco couldn't resist pointing out snidely.
Several of the vials in the back shattered into thousand pieces and he jumped in surprise, whipping his wand in the air.
"Fuck you," Potter whispered; his eyes glowing eerily in the candlelight before he disappeared upstairs, slamming the door shut behind him.
Draco rolled his eyes, casting several Reparo's on the vials, restoring them to their original form. Did Potter really have to be that dramatic?
Ah well, at least he had finally got rid of him. His mother would most likely have words with him about it – not likely, there was no doubt about it actually – but that was for later.
Now he had a batch of Wolfsbane to finish.
AN2: *smiles, waves and runs away*
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The next chapter will be posted on the 22nd of September.
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