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A New Turn	By : maphexs Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2417 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hey! This is my first fan fic for draco/harry so please be a little easy on me. =). This is set essentially about 2 yrs after deathly hallows, however it disregards the “19 years later” section of deathly hallows. So here we go!

Disclaimer: all characters belong to J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros. I make no profit from this.

HI GUYS! This story was posted before but my account was deleted for a few reasons. So if you’ve read this before; don’t think I’ve stolen it…it’s still me! For anyone still even reading this…thank you! I plan on attempting to update at least weekly =).

Harry sat staring blankly into the dark swirling colours of his Butterbeer, in the dim lighting of the Three Broomsticks. 19 years old and almost finished his 3-year Auror training. He was feeling a little wary of life. The defeat of Voldermort and becoming the wizard world’s saviour had caused his popularity meter to boost so far that he had gotten to wearing grungy robes and hiding his face in public as much as he could. Of course his relationship with Ginny made things more exciting; she was really quite nice and always down-to-earth. Lately she’d been going out a lot, coming home just in time to see Harry and quickly make some dinner. Ron was an Auror in training with him to; he’d been dating Hermione ever since the defeat of Voldermort.

“...and maybe even a really nice restaurant and...harry? Harry mate, were you even listening to me?”

Ron’s voice pulled Harry out of his thoughts and he jerked his head up.

“Oh yeh, course I was listening” harry said unconvincingly. But Ron didn’t seem to notice. He simply waved his hand and continued.

“So yeh, I was thinking of maybe taking things further with Hermione. I think she’s waiting for it.” Since the Battle of Hogwarts Ron had really matured; had become a lot more independent with choices.

“Anyway, I’m heading out, Hermione’s probably waiting at home with dinner...don’t’ want to make her angry”. Said Ron as he gulped the last bit of Butterbeer down. “You gonna be alright mate? You look pale. You wanna come with me? Hermione hasn’t seen you in a while.” He continued. In all honesty Harry would have loved to come and see Hermione, but with all his Auror training taking up a lot of time and going home to Ginny, he really hadn’t seen her in a while...in fact he hadn’t seen much of anyone lately. But he couldn’t, he’d worry Ginny, and he was feeling quite drowsy.

“Nah, I can’t Ron. Ginny will probably be waiting with dinner to. Maybe next time...or something”. Harry said, standing up and dropping a couple of galleons on the table.

“Mate, you gotta break out. You gotta do something for yourself. I haven’t seen you so withdrawn and tired since...um...well you know.” He finished awkwardly. Harry bowed his head, he knew Ron was right, but being an Auror was what he really wanted to do and if it took a lot of his time for 3 years then it’d be worth it...he just knew it.

“Yeh I know Ron. Don’t worry about it, I’ll be fine”. Harry said, as he and Ron strolled out of the Three Broomsticks into the bitter cold. They tightened their scarves around their necks as the wind slapped their cheeks. They headed up the road together and Ron bid farewell as he turned on the spot and disapparated with a crack. Harry stared at the spot where Ron was for a few minutes, wishing he went with him. He sighed, tightened the scarf around his neck and spun around on the spot. Harry landed gently on his feet as the unpleasant squeezing sensation of Apparition passed; he never did like Apparition very much, he’d really rather prefer flying on a broomstick, if it weren’t for the time and energy it took. He found himself; once again, standing in an alleyway, next to his and Ginny’s rather large two-story house in Belgravia. This place was heavily populated by wizards and was an extremely expensive area. In fact, prestigious enough for Draco Malfoy to be living across the street from Harry. And knowing Malfoy back in Hogwarts...this certainly wasn’t a shabby place. Harry shook his head in an attempt to clear his mind and walked forward out of the alleyway and into the relatively quiet and cool street.

He walked up the marble staircase leading to the front door, feeling the magic of the wards accepting him in as he opened the large wooden door. Although this house was a little too much for Harry’s taste he would always be amazed by how grand it looked. The large marble staircase towards the end of the hallway gleamed magnificently. To the right of Harry was the door that led straight into the newly furnished kitchen. To the left were two large doors. The closest one led to the dining room and the further one led to the large expansive living room. There were paintings on the walls, many of which Harry had purchased, for it had held his many ancestors. Upon Ginny leaving the Burrow, Mr and Mrs Weasley had purchased a replica of their old grandfather clock and given it to them as a housewarming present. It stood beautifully to the right side of the door against the wall. The two hands showed Harry and Ginny at “home”.

Harry sighed a little, and walked up the staircase. As he reached past Ginny’s study, voices echoed from it. Harry froze and in an instant, his wand was whipped out from the wand strap attached to his left forearm. His heart was beating madly. Was that Ginny he heard? Who was in there? Why hadn’t Ginny even called out Harry’s name when she should have felt the wards move? Breathing in slightly, he violently pushed the door open and charged in.

“Harry!!??” he heard Ginny yell. Harry’s eyes darted wildly around and landed on Ginny sitting in her study chair, wand drawn, staring at him oddly. On the couch opposite her, was Dean Thomas, who was standing up with a rather scared looking face...he couldn’t be blamed; Harry looked almost ready to kill Voldermort again. But that was Harry’s instinct; he had become rather more alert ever since the defeat of Voldermort.

Ginny stood up and walked over to harry, placing her hands on his shoulders, calming him down. Harry relaxed and placed his wand back into the strap. “Sorry Ginny, I heard voices and-

“I know Harry, it’s ok, relax. Dean was just here because some Muggle Artefacts was found bewitched in his house and my boss said I could have the day off tomorrow if I got this one done”. Ginny said. Ginny had started working for the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Department when Harry had started his Auror training. Mr Weasley, was [funnily enough] her boss.

“Oh right, oh ok then” Harry said, feeling slightly embarrassed by his actions. Ginny let him go and walked back over to her study to clean up the files she knocked over when Harry came charging in. Harry walked over to Dean, who looked oddly nervous.

“Hey Dean, I haven’t seen you in a while...not anyone really...but anyway, how’ve you been mate?” Harry said shaking his hand.

“Yeh pretty alright. Maria’s been quite sick. Been taking care of her...you know...trying to simplify things”. He gave a sheepish look to Ginny, who was now carefully trying to subdue a jumping steaming kettle. Dean had married a muggle by the name of Maria and they both lived in Surrey, a few houses down from the Dursleys. In fact, Maria was good friends with Petunia, and according to Ginny, Dean and Maria would often have lunch with them.

“What about you Harry? I heard you and Ron are in Auror training. Must be taking its toll, cos mate you look exhausted.” Dean said. Harry sighed again.

“Yeh a little tired. But I’m alright”. He said as he edged towards the door. He felt like leaving all of a sudden. He didn’t’ want to talk about himself. “Anyway, uh. Say hi to Maria for me, I’m just going to go shower. Bye mate”. Harry said as he walked out not waiting for Dean’s response.

Earlier that night before Harry came home. Ginny POV

The night was really young and Ginny was in her office doing her files. She wasn’t particularly happy that her father gave her one last file and gave her the option of doing it now and getting tomorrow off...because he knew she would do it now. As if Ginny would bypass the chance to get tomorrow off.

The wards set off and Ginny hurried her way down to the front door to let Dean in. She opened the door and Dean stood...rather awkwardly there.

“Hey Gin”. He said casually. His hair waved in the wind and for a second Ginny knew why she was so attracted to Dean back at Hogwarts. But she waved off the feeling, she was with Harry now...LIVING with Harry in fact. She smiled and gestured for Dean to come in. He followed her up the grand staircase and into her study.

“Take a seat.” Ginny said, gesticulating towards the red plush couch. Ginny took a seat at her chair, reached down and hovered a steaming kettle out of a bag. “Dean...this was found in your house, steaming and jumping around...quite dangerous actually for your ill wife. We need to go through some papers and some filing together.” She said as she began leafing through a stack of papers.

“You look nice Gin”. Dean said softly. Ginny froze a little before quickly composing herself again.

“Thanks Dean, but we really need to get this sorted. It’s getting late, Harry will be home soon and I haven’t even cooked dinner yet”. Ginny said hurriedly, trying to cover up her falter. “Right, take a look at these, see if you agree with them, well not that you can’t, then leave your magical signature at the bottom and we should be done”. Ginny said as she stood up and passed the papers to Dean. She tried to walk back quickly to her table but Dean stood up and grabbed her forearm with his free hand.

“What? Not even a hug? Come on Gin...” Dean said. Ginny hesitated, then thought it’d be best to do it and get it over with, but when she hugged Dean a certain sense of familiarity filled her. Her heart started to quicken, goosebumps appeared on the back of her neck and her knees began to weaken. She pulled away quickly.

“Stop it Dean. I know what you’re doing. You did this back at Hogwarts. Well I’m different now, I’ve grown up.” Ginny tried to say sternly although she knew her hand was shaking. Dean’s face was impassive.

“I just want to get to know you again Gin. I haven’t talked to you in such a long time. I was so happy that your department came into my house today...even though it was for a misuse of a muggle object”. Dean said, although rather unconvincingly. “I want to be... close... friends with you again...what we had back at Hogwarts”. He said softly.

Ginny frowned slightly. “Dean...I do admit I haven’t seen you in a while. And yes we should catch up. But...I’m with Harry now. And for Merlin’s sake, I’m surprised you’re saying this, what about Maria? You’re married Dean. Married.” Ginny said, talking louder towards the end. As much as she liked Dean, she was a little hurt that he could be saying these things to her when he was married...how could he do that to someone he was bonded with? If he could even suggest that action, then how could she be sure he won’t go doing it to her? Ginny shook her head, not that he WOULD do it to her. Ginny was with Harry.

“I know I’m married to Maria. But she’s not you...I miss being around you Gin.” Dean said as he sat back on the couch. Ginny sighed a little and walked back to the chair and sat down at her table, fingers fiddling with papers.

“Dean...I’m a little confused. It’s been about two years since I’ve seen you and you come back and say this, you don’t’ even know who I am anymore, I’m different. And once again, I’m with Harry.” Ginny said firmly.

“I know Gin. But I WANT to get to know you. I wanna be with you again.” He stood up now, but didn’t make a move toward her. “I think about you all the time Gin, for so long now. I think about you when I’m with Maria and you said it yourself, it’s not right. So I’m here, I’m here to find out why I’m feeling so strongly for you.” Dean said softly, but determined. “And I want to work it out...I can’t ignore it anymore...so I’m accepting it now. And I want to know if you feel the same.” Dean finished.

Ginny sat frozen in her chair, she wasn’t thinking clearly, she thought she felt the wards move for a second, but she ignored it. She was about to spontaneously say something when the door crashed open. In shock, she knocked aside the stack of papers, whipped out her wand and spun around...only to have Harry standing there with his “combat” face on. But the shock had got to her.

“Harry!!??” Ginny yelled while still trying to take in what Dean had said, she was sure her face was rather odd...a mixture of conflicting emotions.
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