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Most Favourite Bedtime Story	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10153 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Author's note: After way too many months I'm finally here with a new update! I'm so sorry for leaving you all hanging for so long! The only excuse I have is that university is kicking my butt majorly and I landed in a bit of slump for this story because I couldn't figure out how to end this chapter. I finally kicked my arse into gear, however, and got around to finishing this update finally! Frankly if I don't have any readers left, it wouldn't surprise me .-. Again, so sorry for the huge delay; that was never my intention.
Thanks to the following reviewers: Smile317; Jan; witchy_goddexxx
Warnings: hm, nothing special
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling owns it.
I hope you like this way overdue chapter (if you're still reading)!
Chapter 9
"All right, level with me here: how screwed am I?" Harry sighed, staring at the two sweaters he'd laid in front of him on the bed.
"Why are you asking me?" Andromeda raised an eyebrow; her arms loosely crossed as she leant her shoulder against the doorjamb.
Teddy ran past her, still chasing after the toy Snitch Harry had enchanted to remain in the air for half an hour before it would lower itself enough to be captured. It being Saturday, Andromeda had shown up with Teddy for a short visit so that the boy could see his godfather again and she could get out of the house for a bit, in her own words.
To say she'd been quite flabbergasted to find out that Harry would be meeting Draco's parents for an official dinner was quite the understatement. He had only told her now that he was dating Draco, figuring that considering he was about to meet the Veela's parents, their relationship had become serious enough for more people to know about it. There was no point in keeping it from her anyways, because Teddy regularly visited him and he saw no reason to keep him and Draco apart for the rest of their lives.
"Because she's your sister," Harry retorted and lifted an eyebrow in return. "I would assume you would know her well enough to tell me if I risk getting cursed when I show up at the manor later today."
"A sister I haven't been close to in years," she remarked flatly.
"That's a lie," he said unimpressed. "I know you two have been meeting up since the end of the war."
She narrowed her eyes slightly. "How would you know?"
"I only figured it out recently actually," he replied lightly. "I remember smelling a particular perfume at your house sometimes, but I never made the connection until Mrs. Malfoy was here last week, wearing the same scent. Unless you know multiple people who wear that particular perfume …"
She stared at him for a moment longer, in which Teddy raced past her again, before she sighed. "Look, while my sister has made some … questionable choices in the past," she started carefully and he barely covered his snort, "I also know that as a mother all she wants for her son is to be happy. If he is happy with you, then she won't stand in your way or try to interfere somehow. The fact that she invited you to dinner personally should already be telling enough."
"I don't know," Harry muttered and frowned, staring at the sweaters again. "I couldn't really read her last week so far all I know she's secretly plotting my demise."
"Not with her son being a Veela." Andromeda rolled her eyes. "Everyone knows better than to mess around with a Veela's mate. I'm surprised you're this nervous about a simple dinner."
"Not nervous," he corrected her. "Just … apprehensive I guess."
"Why?"
He turned and looked at her incredulously. "Why? Oh, I don't know. Maybe it's because I'll be having dinner with a woman who might or might not despise me and a man who most definitely still despises me. I want to enjoy the food, not be on the lookout constantly for hexes or other threats."
She clucked her tongue and sat down on the chair near the window, folding her hands in her lap. "I'm not going to pretend I know them very well, because I'm still on shaky grounds with Narcissa," she said frankly. "But I do know that she loves her son very much and I do believe that Lucius' love for his son will matter more to him than trying to antagonise you. You're a Veela's mate; they can't do anything about that unless either you or my nephew decide to change that."
"They can still be as difficult as they can be," he muttered and pursed his lips.
He wanted to be optimistic for tonight, but … Him and Lucius in the same room together? He wasn't sure how that was going to end, seeing as he hadn't seen the man since the trials had ended and before that, they hadn't exactly shared an amicable bond either.
Lucius trying to kill him kind of had set a nasty tone for the rest of their interactions.
"They can," Andromeda agreed. "However, that means risking driving their son away and I'm certain that neither of them wants that."
"I guess," he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.
As Purebloods they of course knew how important a Veela's bond was, so frankly the chances of them actually trying to physically harm him were low to – hopefully – non-existing. Although they probably had also never expected their only son to end up with someone who they had considered as their enemy at one time – even if Mrs. Malfoy had claimed that she had had her suspicions for a while.
"That said, I wouldn't leave your wand here either," Andromeda continued dryly.
He lifted an eyebrow. "I thought you said I shouldn't worry about them trying to attack me?"
"It never hurts to be safe in case my dear brother-in-law forgets his manners for a bit," she smiled thinly.
Well, he supposed it was better to be safe than to tempt fate – or Lucius.
"Have I told you already how good you look?" Draco asked lightly, eyeing Harry's ensemble of his midnight dark sweater and his grey trousers.
He had eventually given up and had asked Fleur of all people for help with his outfit. Both Hermione and Ginny were busy with their work still and he hadn't wanted to bother them for something as silly as an outfit question. That had left him with no other option than Fleur, because who else was he going to ask? Andromeda had been pretty clear about the fact that she knew nothing about which good outfit to wear when meeting your boyfriend's – mate's? – parents officially. Or maybe she had just delighted in seeing him struggle so much about his choices – she was after all still a Black and a lot of them had a rather dark form of humour.
Either way as a last resort to not make himself look like a fool, he'd ended up Floo calling Fleur's and Bill's cottage while praying that she was actually home. Fortunately, she had actually been home and even better, had been willing to help him out with something as silly as a nice outfit.
To be quite frank, she'd been a bit too enthusiastic about it, perhaps, but he figured that with how tight the Weasley family was still, she probably didn't have many opportunities to really help out somebody from the family. Most issues were after all handled by Molly and Arthur mainly and Harry had noticed that there was still a bit of a barrier between Fleur and the rest of the Weasleys. Not that they were perse intimidated by her, but even Harry wasn't oblivious to the small distance they still kept between them and her.
Helping out Harry with something as non-sensical as a good outfit had made her happy, though, and he ended up not looking like a fool – and hopefully gaining Mrs. Malfoy's approval somewhat – so it was a win-win for the both of them.
"Flattery will get you absolutely nowhere tonight," Harry smiled through his teeth, staring apprehensively at the fireplace in Draco's quarters.
They would take the Floo to Malfoy Manor directly from here, because obviously there was a direct connection between Draco's quarters and the manor. Taking the Floo made more sense than leaving Hogwarts grounds, Apparate to the closest spot near the manor and then walk on foot there.
Not that Harry was opposed to taking the long way, but there was also no reason to take the long way when the shortcut was available.
"You took down the Dark Lord and you're nervous about meeting my parents officially?" Draco asked; his eyes glinting amused.
"I didn't need to make a good impression on Voldemort," Harry replied dryly and checked for the last time whether he had his wand in his pocket. He never went anywhere without it, but still, it never hurt to check.
"Mother invited you herself – you don't need to impress her anymore, trust me," Draco snorted and opened the jar containing the Floo powder.
"Well, it wouldn't hurt," Harry retorted. "Besides, there's still your father to consider."
The blond wizard side-eyed him. "You think you can impress father?" If it would be in his nature, he'd be cackling by now probably.
"No, but this way he can't claim I didn't dress my best," Harry snorted and walked up to the fireplace. "Ready to go?"
"That should be my question," Draco smiled faintly. "Let's go, mother is not a fan of tardiness."
"No, I figured that," Harry said. Mrs. Malfoy didn't look like she appreciated people being even a second late. That wasn't necessarily bad, of course, but the last thing he needed was to piss her off already before he had even arrived.
The flames turned instantly green when the powder hit them and Draco grabbed his hand. They stepped in the hearth together, letting the flames whisk them away to Malfoy Manor.
"Your friends know where you are tonight?" Draco asked as they passed by several rooms, including an empty kitchen and a foyer already decorated for Christmas even though it was still the middle of November.
"Yes, so your father can't try anything without them knowing about it," Harry said offhandedly. His hand got squeezed in return.
"Like I would let him try anything," Draco scoffed and even while whirling around in the Floo, a shadow of his wings briefly flashed up.
Harry couldn't think of anything to say to that before they slowed down and Draco tugged at his wrist. The both of them stepped out of the fireplace and Harry was kind of proud of himself that he managed to do so without even stumbling slightly. Right as they were dusting off some soot from their clothes, the door to the small room they found themselves in opened, revealing Mrs. Malfoy dressed in a beautiful pale blue dress with long sleeves. The only jewellery she wore were her wedding ring and a simple necklace bearing a small white crystal. Harry had no idea what kind of crystal it was, but it was shaped in the form of a sickle moon and it looked quite pretty against her dress.
"Good evening, I'm glad you two could come," she smiled.
"Thank you for the invitation," Harry smiled back while Draco looked like he was about to argue whether they had had any choice to start with.
"Dinner is about to be served," she said and beckoned them to follow her.
"Not too late yet to back out and go back," Draco murmured in his ear.
"I took down Voldemort, remember?" Harry smiled wryly. "How much worse can meeting your parents officially be?"
Well, considering his luck … He probably should not tempt faith too much.
Dinner wasn't … that bad, Harry supposed. It could go worse with curses and spells being thrown back and forth, but aside from a slightly strained atmosphere – mainly surrounding Lucius – the evening wasn't going all that bad. Mrs. Malfoy at least was trying to keep the conversation going, asking Harry about his lessons.
"Rumours went that the Ministry wanted to recruit you for the Auror Program," Mrs. Malfoy remarked, sipping delicately from the Elven wine Harry had brought with him as a present.
He honestly had no real experience meeting the parents of his partner, but he had thought that bringing gifts would at least be polite, so he'd taken some Elven wine he'd been gifted a few years ago. He couldn't even remember who had given it to him, but Andromeda had assured him that this was quality wine. For Mrs. Malfoy he had brought a small bouquet of white lilies, which he had retrieved from one of the greenhouses with Sprout's permission. Naturally she'd been quite curious why he'd wanted to take some lilies. Considering just how much the teacher corps could be gossipers like the students were, he'd told her he was going to meet someone but had left out who the person in question was. He and Draco would have to come out about their relationship soon, but he wanted that to be on his own terms; not because one of the professors had been a bit too loose-lipped.
Draco had looked entirely too amused when Harry had presented the gifts, but again, anything that would make his parents less likely to make Harry's life a nightmare was a good thing. Mrs. Malfoy had definitely appreciated the flowers while Lucius had looked like he'd been sucking on a lemon, but that was still better than having to fend off curses. Andromeda had reassured him that Lucius wouldn't be stupid enough to try to attack him, but Lucius had also thought that following Voldemort's lead had been a smart idea, so …
"Yes, they tried to recruit me, but after thinking about it, I decided that I didn't want to spend my whole life chasing Dark wizards and witches," Harry replied. "McGonagall was looking for a new professor to teach DADA and I thought I might as well give a try, because I had some experience teaching students DADA during our fifth year."
"That makes sense," Mrs. Malfoy smiled. "To think that you and Draco probably wouldn't have reconciled if you'd accepted the Ministry's offer."
"To think Draco wouldn't be tied to you if my wife hadn't insisted on sending him to Hogwarts," Lucius smiled thinly; his eyes narrowed. "I still maintain that Beauxbatons would have been the better choice. We wouldn't be sitting here together then."
"Father," Draco started warningly, but Harry smiled and squeezed his thigh quickly under the table, making the Veela look at him in surprise.
"That's true if you had sent Draco to Beauxbatons, we definitely wouldn't be sitting here," Harry agreed, still smiling. "Because you'd be wasting away in Azkaban then."
"Excuse me?" Lucius narrowed his eyes even more.
Mrs. Malfoy looked between them, but didn't seem intent on interfering. Draco was looking mystified; his wings vaguely flickering into view as if he wasn't sure whether he needed to react or not.
"Well, without Draco helping me out during the war, there's a good chance Mrs. Malfoy wouldn't have felt the need to help me either – which in turn means that I would have seen no need to defend your family during the trials," Harry answered lightly. "It's because of Draco's and Mrs. Malfoy's help that I decided to come to your defence. So you're right: if you'd got your wish, we wouldn't be sitting here together. I'm going to assume, however, that this setting is still better than wasting away in Azkaban, don't you think so?"
Lucius sat there rigidly, either unwilling to reply or just unable to come up with a retort to that, but Draco was openly smirking and even Mrs. Malfoy seemed to have an approving look on her face. Which was weird, he had to admit, because shouldn't she come to her husband's defence? Well, better that his answer amused her than offended her, he supposed.
"All things considered, I do think we made the right choice to send Draco to Hogwarts," she commented, which did absolutely nothing to lift Lucius' mood naturally. "I think we're ready for dessert as well. Harry, I hope you like a chocolate strawberry cake."
"Chocolate is always delicious," he told her.
Not even Lucius' sour face stopped him from enjoying his slice of cake. He probably would never get along with Lucius, but as long as Mrs. Malfoy liked him, he figured he would be fine.
"Well, you definitely put my father in his place," Draco remarked when the Floo spat them back out in his quarters.
After dessert they had stayed for one more hour and during that time Lucius hadn't spoken a single word. Mrs. Malfoy – "Call me Narcissa, Harry, please; we're not exactly strangers anymore." – on the other hand had been chatting for the both of them and by the time they were set to leave, Harry had become so relaxed he hadn't even jumped when she'd kissed him on his cheek. Well, not much at least.
"Okay, I'd say I'm sorry for offending him, but he kind of had it coming," Harry retorted, patting off the soot from his robes. "I like to think I'm not that bad of a catch."
He uttered a surprised noise when Draco swiftly whirled him around, pressing him flat against the wall next to the fireplace. Even through his robes the coldness of the stones was hard to ignore and Harry shivered, though honestly, he couldn't tell whether he was shivering from the coldness against his back or because Draco came to stand very close against him, pushing his legs open with his own and clamping his hands down onto Harry's hips.
"You're definitely not a bad catch at all," Draco murmured and his eyes glinted silvery; his wings sprouting into existence immediately as if he'd been holding them back the entire evening and now no longer could restrain them. They gleamed brightly in the light of the fire, distracting Harry momentarily, slowly flapping before they came down around the both of them, shutting them off from the rest of the room.
"Thanks for putting up with my father's comments. Guess he couldn't really restrain himself after all," Draco sighed ruefully.
"Well, I had expected worse to be honest," Harry said, clasping his hands around Draco's neck, playing with the tufts of blond hair. That made the Veela coo lowly in his throat and the dark haired man smiled. "And it's not like I could keep avoiding them. At least your mother seems to like me."
"Like you?" Draco snorted and if possible he stepped even closer, pushing their bodies flush against each other. "She adores you already, I can promise you that. Wait until we're ready to have the Bonding Ceremony; she'll go crazy then."
"Already looking that far ahead in the future, hm?" Harry murmured; all too aware of silvery eyes flickering to his mouth before they fixated back onto his own eyes.
"When you're sure, you're sure," Draco stated and kissed him; some feathers of his right wing tickling Harry's neck.
Harry kissed him back eagerly; his lips tingling at the combined sensation of the Veela kissing him while his wings were tightly wrapped around him, half shielding him from the wall now.
When Draco pulled back, his pupils had dilated slightly and his hands tightened their grip around Harry's hips even more. His voice sounded a bit rough when he said, "Seriously, though, I know my parents can be quite intimidating, so thank you for putting up with that."
"Like I said, it's not like I could keep avoiding them. And I've met worse people," Harry snorted, humming when one of Draco's hands slipped around, running down his back and making him arch it slightly.
Draco's next words dampened the mood somewhat, however. "Considering you braved my parents, how about I brave meeting your family?"
Harry raised an eyebrow. "My parents are dead, remember? And so is my godfather," he added. "No family left to meet, lucky you."
"I mean your Muggle family obviously." Draco rolled his eyes. "I promise I will behave myself if that's what you're worried about. Although, they have to know about magic, right? Considering you grew up with them."
"They know about magic," Harry said and wriggled himself out of Draco's hold, making the blond man frown slightly. "But there's no need to meet them."
"Why not? You braved my parents, I can brave your Muggle family."
Harry made his way to the couch, spotting some unmarked essays lying next to it on the small table. "There's nothing to brave, though. I haven't spoken with them in years, so there's no point in meeting them."
"Why not?"
"Why not what?"
Draco tsk'd as if Harry was being deliberately obtuse. "Why haven't you spoken with them in years?"
"Because I don't really get along with them, all right?" Harry sighed and turned around to face him, shrugging. "They don't like magic and I didn't like spending time there. We went our separate ways during the war and it's better this way, trust me."
He had met Dudley a year after the war, bumping into him in London after he'd rejected the Ministry's offer again and while their conversation had been polite, there was no real point in trying to keep in touch with them. They had their own lives and Harry had his in the Wizarding World. Even if he and Dudley had a rather amicable relationship towards the end, there was no point in trying to insert himself back into their lives. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were definitely happy to no longer have to deal with a magical nephew.
"You've got quite the depressing life, Potter," Draco stated bluntly and Harry chuckled.
"Maybe, but I don't mind. I've got my own life here, they got theirs in the Muggle World. No sense in trying to keep mixing both worlds," he said dismissively and winked at Draco, startling him. "But hey, look at this this way: this means you get to skip the whole awkward meeting the guardians part!"
"For your information, I bet your Muggle family would have loved me," Draco sniffed and closed the distance between them, pushing Harry onto the couch. He swiftly crouched over him, preventing him from getting up again.
"Oh trust me, they would have hated your guts the second you approached the door," Harry told him cheerfully. The mental image of the Dursleys' horrified faces alone was already enough to make him grin. Bad enough that their nephew had magic – but being together with a man? Another wizard on top of that? That might have been enough to make Aunt Petunia faint and make Uncle Vernon turn purple with outrage. "As a matter of fact they probably wouldn't let you come in. Then again, they wouldn't let me come in either, so don't take it personally."
"Excuse me? I can charm anyone, even Muggles," Draco said offended, his wings lazily flapping above them. Every time they lowered, they caught the light of the fireplace, making them shimmer beautifully as if they'd been dipped in hundreds of little diamonds.
"You've got magic, there's no charming them, Draco," Harry chuckled. "But I like your confidence. It's very sexy," he simpered, winking, and looping his arms around Draco's neck.
"You're a prat," Draco informed him amused before leaning down to capture his mouth in a deep kiss, which Harry was completely okay with.
Kissing Draco or talking about the Dursleys? Yeah, that was a no-brainer for sure.
A persistent humming sound pulled him out of his sleep the next morning and he laid there for a couple of seconds, dazed; his fuzzy brain trying to figure out what that annoying sound could be. It appeared to be coming from the living room area and he wondered if Peeves had managed to capture some fairies again and had decided to let them loose in the castle. He'd done so before and the results hadn't been pretty.
The humming sound stopped and he relaxed, yawning before curling up underneath his blankets again. If it was fairies, they could bloody well wait until he'd slept some more. Seven thirty on a Sunday morning was way too early to get out of bed, especially when his bed felt so comfortably –
The humming sound started anew and at once he realised what it was. He nearly tripped over his slippers in his haste to rush to the fireplace, finally remembering that this was the sound he'd linked Ron's and Hermione's Floo in case they needed to reach him urgently. Ron's head was already floating in the middle of the flames, looking far too awake for a man who also enjoyed sleeping in during the weekends.
"Ron, what's the matter?" Harry asked alarmed, landing harder on his knees than expected, but he ignored the sharp pain in his knees in favour of his friend. "Are you under attack?" Damn it, his wand was still in the bedroom, wasn't it?
"I wish we were!" Ron exclaimed frustrated.
Harry cocked his head, bemused now. "Wait, if it isn't anything serious, then why are you - "
"Nothing serious?" Ron repeated in a shrill voice, making Harry wince. "Are you fucking kidding me now?"
"Okay, you really need to give me something more than that because I have absolutely no clue what the hell you're talking about," Harry said bluntly and rubbed his aching knees in afterthought. "If you aren't under an attack, then why are you Floo calling me so early? Did you get into a fight with Hermione again and is she kicking you out?" Wouldn't be the first time, to be honest, because even though they clearly loved each other, Ron also has the special ability to piss off Hermione badly and it took some time then for her to calm down.
"What? No, of course not," Ron said offended and then his hand appeared in the Floo as well, waving some kind of paper around. "Mind telling me, mate, why the hell Draco Malfoy of all people is inviting us over for dinner next Friday?"
AN2: Can't believe this story is already a year old, holy crap, this is bad. Anyways, this story normally doesn't have that many chapters left so let's hope it doesn't take me a whole other year to finish it =_= Sorry again, guys. Now I'm off to bed because I've got an exam in the morning.
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I hope to see you all back in the next chapter! Please stay safe and take care of yourselves!
Cuddles
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