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Better Late Than Never	By : SlythindorMalfoy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 22996 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter and it's associated characters etc. All belongs to J.K Rowling and Warner Bros.
A/N: This is SLASH. Have given you forewarning. Please no flames. This chapter has been edited. Would like to give thanks to my amazing and pretty cool beta djaddict. Any remaining mistakes are all mine. Enjoy!
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'I hate her! I absolutely hate that bitch!' Draco Malfoy thought viciously as he stared at the morning paper. A snarl formed on his face as he watched the front page of the Daily Prophet showing a smiling and waving Ginevra Potter nee Weasley. She was so fucking pretentious it sickened him. He looked at the man standing next to her and his snarl softened somewhat. However, it was only a split second after that it returned full force. Even though the man was smiling; supposedly happy, Draco could see right through it. The eyes were tired and the smile didn't reach them. It was fake, she was fake, their marriage was fake, everything was fucking fake! He knew the bitch was leeching off his Harry. Yes! Harry was bloody well HIS and always had been. His glaring intensified and soon enough a simmering black hole appeared right where the leech's head had been. Oh how badly he wished he could do that in reality.
Eventually, he set the paper down on the table and took a sip of his cooling tea. His mind was working tenfold. He couldn't just keep sitting here and continue to watch his Harry suffer. He had to make a move and soon; and it was great timing as well. The divorce between him and bitch #2, Astoria Greengrass, was recently finalized. FINALLY! After years of thinking of ways to do it without making him a pauper, he had found a handy clause that prevented her from getting anything. Something about the heir. He couldn't really bother to remember at the moment, he was just happy it was finally over. He was truly glad; he really didn't think he could've put up with her any longer. He had done his bloody duty. An heir had been produced. Originally, he had planned to stay with her for the sake of his son but Draco Malfoy could only have so much patience and he was done with it and her. He was free now and he was going to take full advantage of his freedom from now on. Already he was looking forward to finally going after what, or rather who, he wanted. A small smile slowly crept on his face. Oh, he could barely wait.
Taking another sip of his now cold tea, the satisfied smile stayed on his face. He glanced to his right and the smile vanished immediately as he looked at the forlorn face of his son. A small, barely audible sigh escaped past his lips. He hated this. Scorpius was to return to his mother today and it was clear the ten year old was not too ecstatic about it. In fact, he looked downright miserable. Draco really couldn't blame him. For the two weeks that Astoria had him, instead of spending quality time with her son, she filled the time attempting to discredit Draco and make Scorpius hate him. That was impossible however because Draco had made sure that his son would not grow up the way he himself did. He loved Scorpius and he made sure Scorpius knew it. Of course, Scorpius still had the impeccable Malfoy manners and was perfectly schooled on how to act in a public atmosphere. When he was with his father and grandmother however, he was just Scorpius.
He loved to read but flying was his passion. Draco was very proud of his only child. He was forever thankful Astoria only wanted the one. It hurt to see him without a smile on his face. A face that was almost identical to his own at that age. The difference was that Scorpius' face was softer and had a childish innocence that Draco didn't really have then. It was then, he truly wished his mother was with them to help but she had gone on a trip with Blaise's mother. He sighed again. He was alone here.
"Hey Scorp," he ventured softly, "It's going to be alright. Your Uncle Blaise and I are working extremely hard to obtain full custody." He put on his best encouraging smile. Blaise was his best friend and his lawyer and they weren't giving up.
He watched his son intently, as Scorpius turned to him.
"I know Dad, but it's difficult," he said, his voice was barely above a whisper. Draco's heart broke as he saw the tears that refused to fall out of the blue-green eyes.
"I know Scorp but it will be over soon. I'll make sure of it," Draco said confidently as he gestured his son towards him for a much needed hug.
"I love you Dad," was whispered against his neck and he felt a few tears that had escaped.
"I love you too son." He knew that was all that was needed.
It wasn't too long before breakfast was finished and the table cleared. Though the mood was still heavy it was slightly better. The blonde duo headed into the sitting room to enjoy a few games of chess before Scorpius had to leave. As they played, Draco kept thinking of his son's birthday which was two weeks away on July 10th. Astoria had better not to keep his son away then because all hell would break loose. That would be the last thing he would put up with from her.
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Harry Potter sat at the tiny table in the kitchen of his home. After the war he had redone Godric's Hollow and now lived there with Ginny and their three children. It was actually one of his favorite spots in the house. His head lay in his hands. He was tired; so tired. Physically, mentally and emotionally. He wasn't sure he could take it anymore. It felt like a great weight was on his shoulders and it was pushing him down. Every day a little further than before. This was like torture, he wasn't happy at all. Sure, there were times that he was, but to him, those times were extremely rare.
The farce of a marriage he had with Ginny was finally getting to him. For some reason though, he couldn't end it. It was pathetic! He was pathetic, weak and fucking useless! As his thoughts got darker; his hands gripped his hair tighter. The pain didn't even register. He was so lost in thought that he didn't hear the footsteps approaching till he felt a soft touch on his hand.
"Daddy?" A soft voice inquired.
Harry jerked and looked to his left to stare into green eyes so much like his own. It was none other than his son, Albus Severus Potter.
"You look tired Dad. Are you okay?" The worry in the question was not hard to miss.
Harry tried to muster a smile but it fell halfway through. It never made sense to lie to Al; he was the only one that could see through the facade he put up on a daily basis. He just stared at his son. Albus was the one that looked more like him and got his trademark green eyes. The other two got their mother's hazel eyes. His personality was similar too, except that Albus would prefer reading over flying. Flying was James' strength. Thinking about his oldest son deepened his depressive state.
James Sirius was only finishing his first year at Hogwarts and already just like his namesakes, and not the positive sides at all. The pranks he pulled were hurtful but he didn't seem to care. No matter how many times Harry sat down and spoke to him, it didn't work. For the past few months he had not received any letters of complaint from Headmistress McGonagall and he had been pleased that he finally got through to James. Just yesterday though, that was shattered when he found out that Ginny had been hiding the letters, and there were many. He also found letters that James wrote to her that seemed to imply that she didn't think he should be reprimanded for 'having a bit of fun' and that his father was too 'uptight'. There was no confrontation for that as yet and it was festering inside of him.
He didn't think Lily Luna was any better. To him, she was a nine year old going on nineteen. She was her mother's daughter in every way; looks and personality and Ginny spoilt her. He truly couldn't put up with her behaviour. It was rare for them to spend time together because she always wanted to be with her mother or be coddled by her grandmother at the Burrow.
What Harry couldn't understand though was Ginny's dislike of Albus. He was the quiet one who could always be found with a book. Hardly getting in anyone's way. He loved spending time with Albus. They would sit in silence in the study and just enjoy each other's company. There were so many arguments in the Potter household concerning favoritism. Ginny was always accusing him of paying more attention to Albus and ignoring his other children. Harry knew that was not the case. He had tried to spend time with James and Lily but it never worked out. He abhorred their spoilt behaviour and he had tried long and hard to curb it to no avail. It was a lost cause because his wonderful wife kept encouraging their behaviour. He sighed inaudibly. His family was in shambles and he had no idea how to fix it or even if he wanted to.
"...ad! Daddy!"
It took a while for him to realize Albus was shaking him and trying to get his attention. Obviously he had spaced out again. Shaking off his thoughts, Harry looked at his son wondering how long he had spaced out for. Albus' face was pinched with worry.
"I'm sorry Al." He spoke softly. "I'm just a little bit out of it today." He tried another smile but again it refused to fully form. His head turned forward again and his eyes landed on the table. It was filled with bank statements from Gringotts. The Potter vaults were dwindling slowly but surely.
'At least she can't get into the Black vaults!' He thought maliciously, then felt sick. No complaints should be coming forth from him because he knew he was allowing it to happen. A shake of his shoulder brought him out of his dark thoughts again.
"Dad please! You're scaring me. Go lie down or something. Please." Albus' pleading voice startled him.
He looked at him for a few seconds before nodding slightly and then went up to his room. Hopefully a rest would do him some good was all he kept thinking. As he lay on his bed he thought he would take a walk after his sleep. Fresh air might help clear his dark thoughts. He rolled over and was asleep within minutes.
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Draco walked confidently through the streets of Diagon Alley. No particular destination in mind. It was almost midday and the afternoon sun felt good on his skin. He was glad he decided to take a walk. After Scorpius left, the manor just seemed cold and uninviting. It was impossible for him to stay there and function properly. He wandered where his feet led him and wasn't too bothered at where he would end up. Well, that was before someone walked right into him and then fell on their ass. He glanced down and blinked. Then blinked again. The fates were definitely smiling down on him because at his feet looking all cute and rumpled was Harry Potter. His Harry.
"Potter, what do you have glasses for? Definitely not to make you look good," came out of his mouth. He couldn't help it. It was too easy. Those green eyes, so bright, snapped up to glare at him. They sparkled like jewels in the sunlight and Draco was mesmerized.
"Are you going to stand there and gape or help me up Malfoy?" A deep annoyed voice snapped him out of his reverie.
He minutely shook his head and focused on Harry still on the ground glaring at him. He was confused as to why Harry couldn't just help himself up then realized that he didn't have his glasses on. They were lying a few feet away from him. He stuck his hand out, surprised a bit by Harry's immediate strong grip and hauled him up. Even though they were in their mid-thirties it seemed Harry had barely grown in height. He was well built with just enough muscle but he only reached Draco's chin. Draco definitely didn't miss the disgruntled look Harry gave him when he noticed it as well. He smirked then bent to retrieve the glasses and put them in his hand.
"Thanks Malfoy," came the mumbled gratitude.
"It was not a problem Potter," and before he could stop himself, "Want to have lunch with me?" His eyes widened. It took every bit of his willpower to not clamp a hand over his mouth and race back to the manor. He tried not to look at Harry's reaction but his eyes were glued to the other man's. Harry was just staring at him, eyes wide as well. Then, a small smile appeared and he shrugged.
"Sure. Whatever. Haven't had lunch yet anyways. Where to?" He inquired nonchalantly as if it was a normal occurrence.
Draco felt like he was going into shock. His brain had stopped functioning. 'Did he just accept it?' His thoughts were going into overdrive before he caught himself. Malfoys did not act like this! Straightening his shoulders, he gave a very small smile to Harry and led him over to a recently opened restaurant on the Alley. Inside he was bubbling with joy. If he wasn't a Malfoy he was sure he would've been skipping alongside Harry. He could barely believe it. His day just got one hundred times better. This was not going to be a wasted opportunity for Draco Malfoy. Not at all.
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Harry was not surprised that he had so readily agreed to Malfoy's lunch proposal. When he had set off for his walk, he had already set his mind to ignore his dark thoughts and just enjoy himself. Lunch with Malfoy seemed like a good way to do that. Any sort of argument happening between the two seemed unlikely due to the truce that started years ago. Of course, the usual banter would occur. It was inevitable. Again, he had no problem with that, it would keep him from focusing on his more depressing thoughts. Albus had been sent to the Burrow. It was a small relief that Ginny and Lily had gone for a day trip. Al was hardly comfortable when either of them was around. It was awhile before herealized he was receding onto his dark thoughts again and decided to talk to get rid of them.
"So, why the sudden invitation Malfoy?" he asked. Even after all this time they still called each other by their last names. It actually brought a tiny smile to his face.
"Honestly Potter, I have no idea. However, I do not regret it. I feel for company at the moment...even if its it is you." He saw Malfoy smirk and knew he didn't mean his last comment. The smile grew just a little bit wider.
"Trust me Malfoy. I feel the same way. I mean I'm having lunch with you. I don't mind though. I need a distraction from my mind these days." He had turned his head away as he spoke but he could feel Malfoy's inquiring eyes on him.
He didn't know why he was telling all this to Malfoy of all persons but it felt good. To get at least some of what he was feeling off his chest was a relief. Malfoy just nodded and said nothing. Harry was thankful for that. They walked in silence the rest of the way and only talked when they ordered their lunch. Harry couldn't help but feel excited. This was something new. Never in a million years would he have thought he would be having lunch with Draco Malfoy, despite the truce they had. This was a huge change. It made his heart beat just a little bit faster. Maybe something good could come from all this. He really, really hoped so.
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