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  Rating:
      Explicit
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      No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Draco_Malfoy/Harry_Potter
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Draco_Malfoy, Sirius_Black, Remus_Lupin, Albus_Dumbledore,
      Horace_Slughorn
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      Porn_With_Plot, Emphasis_on_PLOT, Fluff, Smut, Fluff_and_Smut, Humor,
      Remus_is_not_Amused, He_is_so_done_with_everyone, Sirius_is
      understanding, Draco_Has_No_Filter, Draco_questions_Dumbledore, Thinks
      the_man_is_loony, Sequel, Protective_Harry, Established_Relationship
  Series:
      Part 3 of Simple_Acts
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      Published: 2017-08-31 Words: 17667
****** Perspective is Everything ******
by XxTheDarkLordxX
Summary
     “Do not have sex with my godson anywhere in my house where I can hear
     you. Or I will maim you.” Sirius growled out warningly.
     “Permanently?” Draco countered with a wide smirk and eyes alight with
     mischief. “Beauty lies in the details.” He gestured with his hands.
     “I need to know if the benefit far outweighs the risk.”
Notes
     First, I would like to say that this is the third part in my mini
     series. I wonder if I should be calling it mini with the length of
     these additions. Anyways, I would HIGHLY recommend reading the first
     two or at the very least the last one. This shit won't make sense
     otherwise.
     Second, there is a warning I would like to give. Sort of. There will
     come a point when my words or story line might make you think of real
     life events or even political things. That is not my intention
     whatsoever. I was putting myself in Draco's shoes with that line of
     dialogue. If it makes you ponder real life situations, fine, that's
     your own belief but don't think it was intentional on my behalf. It
     wasn't until I was editing it that I realized how some might
     interpret that. Typically, I use my words to make statements, if you
     are a reader of my 'I Do' Series then you will already know this by
     the subtext written inside the prejudice against Magical Creatures.
     This is not one of those instances.
     Third, it has taken me a few days to write this. Which usually
     doesn't happen. I tend to write things in one to two sittings. Mainly
     one. But this one was harder to get the creative juices flowing. I
     think it has been fourteen-ish days since the last installment. Not
     too bad but not as short of a time frame as I would've liked. But,
     this is over 17k words. That is typically around two-three chapters
     if this was a typical multi chapter fic. So, the extra time would
     make sense.
     !Warning!- I do not own Harry Potter in any way, shape or form. All
     rights to the characters are trademarked by J.K. Rowling. The only
     thing is mine is the way I spin the story. It is for entertainment
     only and not part of the official story line.
See the end of the work for more notes
             Draco took in Dumbledore’s appearance and sighed. The man was
still as old as the last time he had seen him. There was hardly a single thing
that had changed… except for a blackened and decaying hand. Immediately he had
been able to tell that it was a backlash of Dark Magic. Very Dark. What? He
wasn’t sure. They were too far apart to get any kind of signature or feel for
the magic. He shared a look with Harry and noticed that he had picked up on the
hand as well. There was an alarmed horror in green eyes.
             When a not-so-subtle clearing of a throat was heard, Draco sighed
and began his tale.
             Telling Dumbledore what had happened was honestly one of the most
awkward things Draco has ever had to do, and that included the time his father
ordered Dobby to be the one to tell him about where babies came from. He still
had nightmares from that.
            It wasn’t even the discussion itself that was the problem right
now. It was the way the man carried himself. The rigid stance and intense eyes.
The way he could say everything and nothing without uttering a word. It was the
lack of any expression or facial features during the entire retelling.
Dumbledore was a man of little words and kept everything to himself.
            Draco didn’t want to tell him anything. Didn’t want to speak about
the Dark Lord at all. Speaking about this to the leader of the light side was
the final step. It would make it that much more real that he was not only
steering away from his family but also switching sides. He almost wished he
could be like Zabini and just be neutral. The bastard was lucky.
            There was a lot that he hadn’t said, left out his inner thoughts
and how hard it had been for him to decide. Harry was the only one he would
ever allow to see a weaker side to him. He may be here talking to Dumbledore of
his own free will, but he would not be another blind follower of the man who
believed in baring themselves completely.
            It was easy to start with what the Dark Lord had demanded of him,
because that was really the only thing he felt like speaking about. Showing up
at Harry’s house was kind of hard to explain. Despite the somewhat heavy
conversation, it was comforting to have Harry’s hand in his during the whole
time. There were quite a few moments where he had received doubtful looks and
even slightly distrustful ones.
            “You actually said that to Voldemort? I am having a hard time
believing this.” Sirius’s eyes had narrowed and the suspicious tone irked Harry
far more than it bothered Draco. This was nothing that Draco hadn’t experienced
before. He was used to being distrusted, used to being seen as a liar or even
manipulative. One becomes desensitized to it all after so long.
            “Excuse you?” Harry asked coldly as he leaned forward, narrowing
his eyes. He loved his godfather, he really did, but he would not allow
disrespect towards his boyfriend. Especially not after giving up everything to
be here.
            Sirius leaned away in surprise. Not that Harry was caring about
that. The slight awe to Draco’s face had his heart aching. How many other
people had looked at the blonde as Sirius was? How many times has his word been
thrown away just because of who he was and who his father is? How many times
had Draco just taken it in stride? Had anyone ever stood up for him? Or were
they too blind to see past the façade that his lover puts up?
            Draco opened his mouth to say something but a hard squeeze to his
hand had him closing it with a click of teeth. There was an anger to Harry’s
eyes that he hadn’t ever seen before. Oh, there had plenty of times over the
years where he had seen Harry angry, usually that was after he had insulted
him. But even those paled in comparison. His boyfriend was fuming and he wasn’t
ashamed to admit that it slightly scared him. Even knowing that Harry wasn’t
mad at him, didn’t make him want to speak up. It was irrational but he also
knew that he couldn’t say the wrong thing if he didn’t open his mouth.
            “Hatred is as unbecoming as it is dangerous.” Harry whispered as he
locked eyes with his godfather. “I know what it is like to hate with such a
ferocity that rational thought disappears. I hate Voldemort. I hate the things
he took from me, the things that I will never get to know. I abhor his behavior
and detest the things he continues to do. I know that you hate him just as
much. He took away your best friends. He set in motion some of the reasons you
had been locked away for so long. I know that your hatred extends past just the
one man. You hate any dark wizards and their families as well. Dislike what
they stand for and their beliefs. But that is not the right mentality to have.”
He paused as he brought up his lips to press a kiss to Draco’s hand, not
breaking eye contact.
            “You came from a dark family. You should know better than anyone
else that that doesn’t have to be a bad thing. There is nothing wrong with
being raised differently. You once told me that the world isn’t split between
good people and deatheaters. Why can’t you take your own advice? Dark wizards
aren’t automatically evil. Not all dark wizards follow Voldemort. Your family
did, even had a brother who joined Voldemort. That doesn’t mean that since you
got away, that every other dark wizard is just written off. That isn’t how life
works. You had to prove yourself to everyone who wanted to look at you badly
because of who your family is. So why in the hell would you treat him the same
way?”
            Harry furrowed his brows as he tried to rationalize it himself. “It
doesn’t make sense.” He admitted. “So his father is deatheater, what does that
have to do with him? Your mother is literally akin to a banshee the moment we
make noise because she considers us wrong. Just because of who our families are
and what we stand for. You are literally doing what you hated being done to
you. It is hypocrisy at its finest.” He knew that Sirius had only said a few
words but he also knew that this had to be addressed before other things were
said as well.
            When Sirius opened his mouth, Harry held up his hand. “I know what
you are thinking. You were always against your family while Draco went along
with his. Well, he wasn’t raised during a war time nor was the political stress
of choosing sides the same. He was raised in a time of just being dark with no
underlying bad things to the world. This is a different era, one where you are
behind in the times.” He bit his lip.
            “You may have had the mindset to rebel and the courage to show who
you are, which is great, really great. But Draco isn’t you. Him taking his time
to come to his own realizations is on his own path. I get that his previous
attitude might make you worry or even be suspicious, I get it. I do. But have
the understanding that an open mind is needed. If you want to keep a close eye
on him, then do so. If you are going to dislike him, then fine, that’s your own
prerogative. If you think he is lying, that’s your own opinion. But don’t
belittle his sacrifice by showing it.”
            “Sacrifice?” There was no mocking or derision in Sirius’s tone,
which had Harry relaxing slightly. There was still distrust in his eyes but
Harry had already expected that.
            Draco ignored everyone else for a moment as he stared at Harry. It
was an odd feeling having someone else stand up for him. He was used to
defending his own actions or even hiding his real reasons behind bad behavior,
but never this. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to be taking this. He loved
that Harry felt passionate enough to speak up but he didn’t like being in this
position in the first place. He had his own voice, he could defended himself.
            “You don’t have to do that.” Draco reprimanded. “I am not
defenseless enough for you to save me. Save the world but never me.” There was
plenty of fight left in him to participate in his own battles.
            Harry didn’t take offense to the lack of gratitude, it caused him
to smile softly as he rolled his eyes. “I’ll save you even when you don’t want
it. I’ll save you when you think you have no one else. I’ll save you, Draco.
But you have got to save me too.”
            “You bloody sap.” Draco retorted as he pressed their foreheads
together. “I don’t know how I put up with someone so sentimental.” He could
feel that his cheeks were heated slightly. He knew what Harry was trying to
tell him. Understood that the message was that Harry would always be there for
him, no matter what, as long as it went both ways. As long as he would be there
for him too.
            “I’ll save you too.” Draco promised. “This is the only time you’ll
hear something so sappy from me.” He warned with a glare as Harry chuckled.
            Harry wasn’t even going to argue. He knew that Draco was a closet
romantic at heart. Although, saying that would only get him hexed.
            They stared at each other until Draco was comfortable to say what
he was wanting to. He knew that he didn’t have to defend himself. Especially
not after Harry already had but there was something about Black’s words that
bothered him. He needed to say what was on his mind. Needed to voice his
thoughts, or else Black would only ever see him as the son of a deatheater.
There would only ever be distrust if he didn’t speak for himself. Having Harry
back him would show that he either couldn’t or wouldn’t say it with his own
words. It would give the man ammunition to claim that it was only the
relationship that was driving Harry’s opinion. He needed to show Black just
exactly who he was and why Harry believed the way he did.
            “Harry is right.” Draco whispered as he looked at his cousin with
defiance and determination. “Hatred is something that I have experienced in
different forms. I can’t go anywhere without someone looking at me as if I am
going to throw hexes at them or announce my love all things unholy. This is
just from being the son of Lucius Malfoy. He may have evaded justice the first
time around legally but not in the eyes of society. My father is powerful in
darker circles and even politically. But that is the extent of his abilities.
You think children of light families will grow up thinking anything positive of
the Malfoy name? Do you think respectable establishments welcome us in
graciously? No, they do so because he has money. There is a certain reluctance
that follows my father wherever he goes.” He scoffed as he looked to the wall
in a fierce glare.
            “I pay for my father’s crimes every time I enter society. The
distrust they wish they could show him, they do it to me instead. The snide
comments they would love to say to him, they are sneered at me instead. Whether
because it is safer that way for them, or because they think I am just like
him, I will never know.” He shrugged his shoulders.
            “When one is hated for the things they can’t control, which family
is something that I got no say in, then sometimes that hate can spread
internally. I began to hate the light side. They parade their moral high ground
and shout their injustice to anyone who will listen, but choose to hate anyone
dark. As if having a different outlook is all of a sudden taboo. As if
injustice is only a one-way path, only the light side is allowed to claim it.
As if prejudice is something that only happens to them. As if they are the only
victims of the harsher side of life.” Draco clenched his fists tightly.
             “It makes me sick to my stomach every time I see your side making
clubs or rallies to raise awareness for their causes. Usually after a crime has
been committed or a darker law that has been passed. Except you don’t raise
those clubs or rallies when we are harmed too. Your side acts as if only dark
wizards commit crimes. As if only dark wizards join Voldemort. As if only dark
wizards are evil. Wormtail was your friend and on your side to begin with.” He
laughed humorlessly as he felt himself get worked up.
            “It makes me laugh when I hear the light side claim injustice has
been done to them but conveniently forget the prejudice that is done to us
daily. Instead of rallying for your side against us, why don’t you work with
us. Why don’t you fund that? Why don’t you include those you look down upon?
You want to know why so many dark families join the Dark Lord? Want to know why
people like my father joined someone so obviously mental?” He whispered lowly
as he looked back to a pale but surprised Black.
            “Because he was the only one who gave us a voice.” Draco laid his
head on Harry’s shoulder. “His methods suck, his motivation is faulty, his line
of thought has deluded him but his power will accomplish things. His power is
the only thing that gives him followers. Do you think they would be with him if
he was weak? It isn’t his love of death and destruction that keep them coming
back. They know that through him, they will be on top again. They know that
with him, they won’t be looked at as they have been. They are banking on him
winning because they are sick of the way society is at the moment. He is the
only one since the downfall of Grindewald that had a drive to win. His magic
and power surpassed Grindewald in many aspects. The difference between them
will always be the motivation behind the cause. Grindewald’s motivations seemed
to be erratic at times and less centered around the ‘greater good’ and more
about defying certain mentalities. Which is ironic considering that it was his
own mantra. Grindewald didn’t have the conviction to do what was really
necessary. Which I suppose is a good thing.” Draco tilted his head back and
forth.
            “The man was still dark—very dark—but nearly tame to things that
the Dark Lord wants to accomplish. The point that I am trying to make out
of all of this, is that I have experienced hatred on both sides. Being the one
casting it and the one receiving it. I know what it feels like to be judged for
something you can’t control. Just as I have judged others for the things they
can’t control. I am not a nice person.” He wanted to smile at the memory of the
last time he had said those words. By the squeeze of Harry’s hand, he knew that
his lover was thinking the same thing.
           “I never have been and I doubt I will ever learn to be. Sarcasm is
something I excel at while sneers are my default. I dislike people for no other
reason than they just rub me wrong. I will laugh at someone else’s expense just
because I can. I have bullied others because I know what it feels like to be in
their position. At times, I can be wrongly judgmental and I am a bastard nearly
always. These are faults of my personality but they are also just who I am. I
have come to embrace myself in all aspects because there was no one else that
would.” Admitting his faults wasn’t hard. It wasn’t as if anything Draco said
would tell them something they didn’t already know.
            “So, nothing you think of me will be surprising. I promise you that
I will have already thought about it myself. You can say anything to me and I
won’t bat an eye because I have already heard it all before. It doesn’t bother
me that you distrust me. I would distrust me too. It doesn’t bother me that you
want to dislike me on your misconceived notions because I have experienced much
worse. Sometimes I don’t even like myself. Nothing you can do will touch me
personally because I won’t let you.” He whispered as he looked to his hands
briefly.
            “You asked about my sacrifice.” Draco’s eyes lit up in indignation.
“I gave up everything I have ever known to be sitting across from you and being
judged for it anyways. I threw away all my teachings for your side of the war.
I don’t even know if I will be accepted. By your behavior, I doubt I will be
perceived well but I already knew this going in. My father, mother and even my
money are things that I won’t ever see again.” He paused to wrinkle his brows.
            “Well, I may have accounts in my name at other institutes, but
still!” Draco saw Harry bite his lip to stop from smiling and it had his own
lips twitching.
            “The prestige of being the only Malfoy heir is completely gone. I
don’t even know if my father will live after my departure. I didn’t just
quietly walk away like Regulus did. I didn’t disappear into thin air. I bloody
took his offer and threw it in his face. I didn’t just hint vaguely at a
denial. I told him ‘fuck you’ right to his hideous features. Whether you like
me or not, it won’t change the fact that I am the furthest thing from his side.
I imagine he has placed a kill order on me. I am a target of his now. If your
side won’t take me, then it will all have been for nothing. My father will cut
all ties with me in a heartbeat to save his standing. I guarantee that I will
be disowned by tomorrow morning.”
            There was still pain at that but in the grand scheme of things, he
would have to just move on.
            “So, again, you can dislike me all you want but you won’t act as if
I haven’t sacrificed things for this. Because I have. I came to Harry with a
few bags, the little I have to my name, because I chose a side. Harry didn’t
make this decision for me. My father didn’t force me into his choice. I did it
on my own and mustered up the courage to leave. I don’t know where I will go
from here but I know that I am free.” The last word was said with a small
smile.
            “I am free from the pressures I have known my whole life. I am free
from having a path chosen for me. I am free to make my own decisions. I am
free. Completely and utterly free. Which is something that no one will take
from me. Your opinion of me will never change what I believe. So, go ahead and
think what you will. Just know that it won’t get you anything. It won’t make a
difference to me in the end. But, if you want to waste the time and energy at
making it known, then have it. Do what you will but realize that you are the
only one listening to it.” His tone suggested that that was a waste of time.
            Harry had been proud of Draco when he had made a choice and left
the Manor. He had been proud of his boyfriend for his belief and the courage it
took do the previous but he was even prouder of him for this. There is a
difference in allowing someone to defend you and speaking up for yourself. Even
in the past, Draco was always parading around his belief of his superiority but
never defending his faults when brought up. Never defending himself to the
whispers of him being just like his father as they were heard. Never speaking
up when they just assumed he was the same. He had used his sneers and holier-
than-thou attitude as a cover and a shield. It was used as a way to steer
people away from the things they were saying, without him ever having to speak
up about it. It had been a brilliant but sad tactic.
            “I feel like a child that got a lecture after acting out.” Sirius
grumbled as he looked down at his hands. When Remus nudged him in the ribs he
sighed and looked up. “I may have spoken too soon.” He admitted as he looked at
Draco. “It is hard for me to see anything good in Dark wizards because I gave
up so much of my life fighting for the things they try and take away from us.”
He held up a hand at Draco’s raised brows.
            “I know that perspective is important. I never realized how much
until right now. I honestly had never considered what things looked like on
your side, nor had I ever particularly cared. It just shows how much more
complicated this all is. Life is already hard and now I have to consider the
ramifications from all angles. You are right, I don’t trust you. I know what
Lucius Malfoy is like and you have been raised your whole life to think his
way. It is hard for me to see past this. Hard for me to see you as something
else because this is the first time you have ever made a statement against your
upbringing. I don’t have enough to go off to dislike you as a person but what I
have heard about you doesn’t bode well.” Sirius shook his head rapidly.
            “I know that is biased and not very original to take in other
people’s opinions without formulating my own. But it is the way I feel. I do
however realize that I need an open mind. I can’t lie to you and just pretend
to sweep this all away with one conversation. Nor will I pretend to just like
you. I see who you used to be and I see the person you are right now. I see
someone who is wanting to change and I am completely on board with that. I may
not be vocal in my support but I am cheering your path silently.”
            Draco and Harry shared a surprised look.
           “You have sacrificed a lot of things to be here and I realize that.
I was once in your shoes, I had given up everything myself to walk away and
make a stand. Believe me, I know what you are feeling right now. You feel as if
you are alone, despite having someone to be there for you. You feel as if you
might have made the wrong choice even though your heart is telling you
otherwise. You wonder if it will all be worth it. You wonder if you were
perhaps too reckless in your decision. You wonder if you will ever have to go
back but also hate thinking about the possibility of seeing their faces again.
The future has never been so scary but yet liberating at the same time.” Sirius
blinked rapidly as he seemed to be lost in his own memories.
            “Malfoy.” He sighed heavily. “Draco.” The correction was slightly
stuttered but firm. “I promise you that your doubts are normal. I promise you
that it is worth it. Walking away from everything was the most nerve wracking
thing you have ever done or ever will do. I know the courage that took. I know
the pain that almost drowned you because leaving behind family feels wrong.
Even if they are debilitating you or crushing your spirit, they are still
family and it feels as if you are leaving behind a piece of yourself by doing
so. I feel like I am looking at a younger version of myself when I look to you
and that scares me.” Sirius whispered.
            “I struggled for years with my decision. Both before and after
making it. You can have the best friends in the world and a support system that
makes things okay but none of that erases the sting of not being approved by
the ones that should always love you. The ones that should have always been
there for you. Every time you see a happy family or even a friend whose parents
love them, a part of yourself dies a little. Because just once, you wish that
that could be you. Just once you wish your own family could have been like
that. It makes you ache in ways that disgust you. Because it is seen as them
getting the better of you. You don’t want to feel like that but no matter how
much you push it down, it is always in the back of your mind. I get that. I get
that part of you.”
            Draco breathed shakily as everything Black was saying resonated
deeply inside of him. He had never stopped to think that the man might
understand him like this. It was weird having the same words spoken that he has
thought before. It was odd.
            “I hate Dark Wizards so strongly because I hate being grouped with
them. I hate that my hard work was never properly considered because of my
surname. I took a stance so strongly against Dark Wizards because I wanted
people to acknowledge that I was different from them. That I wasn’t like that.
I shouted my hatred of the Dark Arts so that no one could tell me differently.
So that no one would look at me and another Dark Wizard and question a
correlation or motive.”
            Harry hummed a little as he wondered if that was why Sirius had
despised Snape so strongly as a child. He suspected that the reason his father
hadn’t liked Snape was because he was jealous but what motives had Sirius had?
Just because he was dark? Or was it really that he hated being put in the same
label. Snape had been interested in the Dark Arts while Sirius was adamantly
denying them but yet he was still distrusted. It was interesting to think
about. Not that he condoned the treatment itself.
            “I had to prove myself to light families for years. There are still
people a part of the Order who don’t fully trust me and that isn’t because I
was locked up in Azkaban. They don’t trust me based on who my family was. It’s
hard being related to my ancestors and getting people to look past that. When I
was arrested, people who knew me—actually knew me—weren’t as surprised as I had
hoped. Being a Black was part of my downfall. No matter how much I screamed
that I was different, no matter how much I had bled for the light, I was still
just looked at as a Dark Wizard. They all said that they knew I would show my
true colors one day. That I had been faking all along. That they had always
known I couldn’t be trusted.” He clenched his fists tightly.
            “It didn’t matter that I had left my family. It didn’t matter that
I had gave up everything. Because their opinion never changed. They just hid it
behind fake smiles and made me feel accepted. It was a lie and I bought right
into it.” Sirius took a deep breath as he locked eyes with Draco.
            “I won’t do that to you. I am telling you how I feel because it is
disrespectful to hide it. I am being upfront with you so that you know exactly
where I stand on this. I know how hard all of this is for you. But knowing how
you feel and what you will do with it, is two different things. I need to see
more. I need to see you prove yourself. I am judging you harsher because I was
once where you stood. I am not doing this to be vindictive or just being blind.
I am going to be hard on you because I need to see what is inside of you that
has always been in me too.”
            Harry blinked rapidly as he stared at his godfather. He wasn’t sure
what to think. Part of him had hoped that Draco would just be welcomed and
accepted but it wasn’t realistic for everyone to see his boyfriend as he did.
He knew that it would take time for people to see Draco for the good person
that he was.
            “If you can show me who you really are, if you can prove to me and
everyone else that you are on our side and will fight for it, then I promise
you that I will be your biggest supporter.” There was so much determination in
his eyes that Draco didn’t doubt the words at all.
            “I will be a powerful backing for you, one that I never had. I
didn’t have a role model who knew what I was going through. I didn’t have
someone that understood me all the way. I would love nothing more than to be
that for you. I may not be the smartest, not like Moony here.” He paused to
smile warmly at Remus. “I may not be the most levelheaded at times. I may not
think things through and I seem to always say the wrong things at inappropriate
times.” Sirius glared when Remus snorted.
            “I have just as many faults as you and I accepted them as you have.
I may not be the best choice as a role model but my conviction speaks louder.
All I need from you, is to see the effort. Show me what I ask andI will save
you too.”
            Draco sucked in a sharp breath as he hid his face in Harry’s neck.
How utterly crushing was it that Black was showing what he could do for him far
more than his own parents ever had? And the man hadn’t even fully trusted him
but was still determined to see that he could prove himself. It was fucking sad
that this was the most that someone had done for him. Something so small as
support. Something that others take for granted. He didn’t know how to react,
didn’t know what to say. He knew that he would do anything to prove himself.
Draco had already made it this far, there was no way that he was giving up now.
No way that he wasn’t going to shake up the light side and show them how wrong
they were going about things. It would take his Slytherin insight to make
waves. He was going to make his parents regret ever raising him the way they
did. He was going to prove everyone wrong and he was going to make a name for
himself in the process. He wasn’t going to rely on the Malfoy surname to get
him anywhere in life.
            One day, when they see who he really is, Draco might even thank his
parents for teaching him how not to be. The spark of fear at being without a
family was diminishing. He didn’t need a family to support him. Didn’t need
their approval. Knowing that he would get Black’s support if he proved himself
was one of the best things he has heard since leaving.
            Some might resent that they weren’t just instantly believed. They
might think that he shouldn’t have to prove himself but Draco wanted to. He
wanted to work for it, he didn’t want it handed to him. That would leave room
for someone to say he had never earned it. He would be damned if someone was
going to belittle this. So, he was going to work hard until they couldn’t take
it away. He was going to do this his way and he was going to make believers out
of anyone who doubted him. He could do this.
            There was a sense of empowerment that filled Draco with Black’s
words. The man wasn’t just giving him an opportunity, he was allowing Draco the
means to do it himself. He was making this something powerful and meaningful.
            Harry loved Sirius. This was why he had come to his godfather. He
held Draco tightly to him as he smiled softly at Sirius.
            Dumbledore cleared his throat, interrupting anything that might
have been said.
            “It would appear that you might be the tipping point that could
quicken when the war starts.”
            Draco blinked rapidly when those piercing blue eyes met his own.
“How so?”
            When Remus coughed pointedly, Draco huffed as he rolled his eyes.
“Sir.” The disgruntled way he said it had Sirius trying to disguise a snort.
            Harry closed his eyes briefly as he tried to muster up the maturity
that would be required for the both of them.
            “I do believe he wanted you to die trying.” Draco had to concede
this, it was the only thing that made sense.
            “I don’t think he believed you would succeed. The only time we
would have remained in close quarters would be at Hogwarts. With the extra
security being placed and the increase of Order members doing rounds as guards,
your attempts would be found quickly.” There was a pause as Dumbledore regarded
the both of them.
            “The nature of your relationship is surprising but not unexpected.”
            Harry had to pinch Draco’s side to stop the snort or derisive snort
that he just knew was about to come out. He himself had a hard time thinking
that Dumbledore had figured they would get together. This wasn’t something that
was planned. Considering their history, it was unexpected.
            Draco wrinkled his forehead in distaste. What was with his
boyfriend wishing to censor him? Especially to hogwash like that. He wasn’t
denying Dumbledore’s abilities or even that he was powerful. But the all-
knowing persona the man adopted was tiresome and overrated.
            “I have to wonder if Voldemort was aware of it. Having you be the
one assigned to kill me doesn’t seem sound. If it was a punishment for you or
for Lucius, it might make sense.”
            Draco had to agree with the last bit. He had thought that himself.
The Dark Lord does everything with a purpose. There was a reason for it, he
just wasn’t sure what that was.
            “Perhaps Severus will know.” Remus added in thoughtfully.
            Draco jerked in surprise. “He’s for sure on your side?” He bit his
lip as he thought to all the times his father personally backed his godfather’s
name. Politically and financially supported his early career and how fondly—if
the Dark Lord ever does anything fondly—spoke of the Potions Master.
            Sirius’ ‘unfortunately’ was said at the same time Dumbledore firmly
replied with a, ‘yes’.
            “It’s all speculation.” Sirius mumbled before wincing at Remus’
hard jab to the ribs.
            “Sirius.” Remus’ tone was resigned, disappointed, amused and just
so done all wrapped in one. Draco watched their interactions curiously. He
hadn’t ever met adult friendship quite like this before. Then again, Slytherins
don’t behave in manners like this, perhaps that was why.
            “I trust Severus completely.”
            Not for the first time, Harry wondered just why that was. There was
so much determined belief in Snape and he just didn’t get it. The man was
powerful but dark and shady. What was it that the Potions Master had done to
prove himself?
            Draco hummed in thought as he considered that. He knew that the
Dark Lord believed strongly that his godfather was a spy against the light and
the man didn’t just blindly believe in others. He had methods of making someone
talk and that would mean Severus had proved himself somehow. Which made him
question the validity in either Dumbledore’s belief or his godfather all
together. If someone could have Dumbledore and the Dark Lord convinced that
they were on his side, then they sure were something. Made him wonder just what
side Severus really was on. The skill alone was a little daunting. But it would
make anything his godfather said, be in suspicion. Can you really trust your
spy?
            “Draco.” The use of his first name in a familiar way didn’t sit
well with Draco. But he quashed that down and looked to Dumbledore in a neutral
manner.
            “I will need to speak with Severus regarding the status of your
family and what had happened earlier, but I do believe we have gained a new
member in you.”
            He was torn. On one hand, Draco had the beginnings of acceptance
into the light side. On the other hand, he wasn’t sure he wanted to be a member
of Dumbledore’s anything. That was just as restricting as being a deatheater.
It was trading one leader for another. Leaving behind one ruler for their
counterpart. Trading one evil for one dressed as an angel. Draco didn’t
honestly have anything positive to say so he just nodded his head and looked to
Harry, trying to convey what he thought without words.
            Harry ran a hand up and down Draco’s side as he nodded softly. He
knew that his boyfriend wasn’t of the same opinion regarding Dumbledore’s
position in things. Knew there was a lot of doubts and questions. It was
something that they didn’t necessarily see eye to eye with but it was something
they liked to discuss. It was interesting seeing Draco’s point of view, because
at times it raised valid questions. He knew that if Draco was to be fully
accepted and later introduced to the Order that things would be… well, an
experience for sure. His lover had strong opinions on things and didn’t care to
be nice when it involved speaking up. He just said whatever was on his mind.
            “It is nice to see that you did the right thing in the end.”
            Again, Draco had no idea how to respond to that. What was he even
supposed to say? Thank you? Not bloody likely.
            Dumbledore stood up slowly. “I will speak to Severus at once and
then be in touch.” He looked to Harry for a few seconds, eyes piercing.
            “The letter I sent you.” He spoke up, causing Harry to straighten
up. “It would be pointless to separate the two of you, so I believe an outing
of all three of us will suffice.”
            Harry rolled his eyes at Draco’s ‘damn right’. Honestly, he was
seeing more and more of Sirius in Draco and had to wonder how he had missed it
before. It must run in the family. Although, he doubted Narcissa could relate.
            Draco was highly curious about what it was that they were to be
doing. The letter had been extremely vague and he got the feeling it would stay
that way until they were at their destination.
            “I will come for you in a few days’ time.” That was all that was
said before the man was gone.
            “Thank Salazar that is over.” Draco whispered when no one said
anything for a few minutes. The silence had been a little stifling.
            “I think it went well.” Harry countered as he hugged Draco to him
and ignored the faux protests that were released. “Could have been much worse.”
            “That is neither here nor there.” Sirius interrupted before Draco
could respond. “The real important thing is, are you willing to show us a
memory? Because I have got to see old Voldy’s face when you said that. I will
die a happy man if I can cross that off my list.”
            Harry and Remus both snorted at the childlike gleam in Sirius’s
eyes.
            Draco arched a brow. “What’s in it for me?” He countered seriously.
This was his biggest bargaining chip and he was not giving it out for free.
            “Fucking Slytherins.” Sirius grumbled before sighing heavily.
            “I’ll let you stay here.”
            “Sirius.” Remus and Harry chided with frowns.
            “Oh alright. I suppose I’ll do that out of the kindness of my
heart.” The last bit was sneered lightly and regrettably.
            Sirius sat back with a thoughtful look on his face, probably
considering how he could be useful enough.
            “I’ll keep all potentially upset Weasleys out of your hair during
your stay.”
            Draco’s eyes lit up. “Done.” That was probably going to bite his
cousin in the arse. Upset Weasleys were hard to handle when there were so many
of them. Not to mention, the Weaslette wouldn’t be happy when she found out
about their relationship. He couldn’t wait to snog the life out of Harry right
in front of her. He paused to see Sirius grin before continuing.
           “But it will be a onetime use, you enter alone, I get the memory
back and you can’t provide your memory of my memory to anyone else. Nor can you
speak of what you saw to anyone that hasn’t already seen it.”
            The way Sirius scoffed in offense and disappointment had Draco
smirking.
            “It’s a deal.” Sirius reached out his hand and grasped Draco’s
firmly.
            Harry wondered for a moment how this was his life before he decided
to just go with it. As far as life goes, it was pretty great. Well, if one
discounted being targeted be a madman that was. He stood up and held out his
hand to Draco.
            A thought had Harry pausing as he looked to his godfather.
            “Draco can room with me, right? Conserve space and all.”
            Draco rolled his eyes at the presentation. Not subtle and clearly
spoke what hadn’t been said. He would have to teach his boyfriend in the arts
of proposals and getting what you want.
            Sirius looked between them with narrowed eyes.
            “Do not have sex with my godson anywhere in my house where I can
hear you. Or I will maim you.” Sirius growled out warningly.
            “Permanently?” Draco countered with a wide smirk and eyes alight
with mischief. “Beauty lies in the details.” He gestured with his hands. “I
need to know if the benefit far outweighs the risk.”
            Sirius’ resolve stood firm for a few moments before he looked away
in an attempt to hide a grin. “Temporarily but it will make sex unenjoyable for
months.”
            Draco hummed. “What do you think, Harry? Want to chance it?”
            Harry sighed heavily as he ignored this completely and looked to
Sirius. “I am taking that as a yes, that he can room with me.”
            “Just remember my warning.” Sirius pointed at Draco in what they
assumed was supposed to be intimidating but the twitching lips made him not
very threatening.
            “Swear on the Malfoy name.”
            Sirius nodded once in approval, causing the boys to leave the room
with their hands entwined.
            Remus shook his head as he placed his chin in his palms and waited
for Sirius to come to the same realization.
            “Wait a minute.” Sirius sat up suddenly, features pinching in
thought. “He might not even be a Malfoy anymore if Lucius disowns him.”
            At Remus’ amused grin, Sirius had to restrain from pouting.
            “Fucking Slytherins.” He grumbled rather put out before storming
out of the room.
            Remus followed at a slower pace, he had to wonder how much more
interesting life would be around here. As he passed Harry’s room, he placed
several silencing charms around the door. He didn’t trust Draco’s promise on
his surname nor did he they think the boys would abstain from sex. Definitely
not after their combined scents from whatever activities they performed before
arriving. This way, Sirius would stay happy from not hearing a thing.
            The last thought he had before retiring for the night was that he
wasn’t going to tell Harry or Draco about it. Let them have to try and stay
quiet without the ability to use magic. This way, he got amusement from all of
them. Sometimes it was nice being the one everyone underestimates.
 
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            Waking up each day next to Draco was honestly something Harry had
only been able to do a few times until now. He loved that this was now their
life, at least for the summer. His boyfriend wasn’t really a morning person but
that was alright, sometimes Harry would spend a few moments staring sappily at
him, the only times he would really be able to do that. Since the blonde liked
to tease him for being a sap. It wasn’t as if Draco was never a sap but it his
lover ignored the logic of those conversations.
            Having Draco living at Grimmauld Place was an experience for sure.
Sirius and Draco were still a little wary around each other, it had only been a
few days but they were civil and sometimes fond.
            Kreacher kissed the ground Draco walked on, much to Harry’s
amusement and Sirius’ resignation. The elf did not get along with Suzy, who
seemed to make it her mission in life to annoy the older house elf. It was a
headache he disliked but Draco found entertaining. Figures his lover would like
drama, since he was a ball of drama himself.
            Harry hadn’t realized that Remus was living here until Draco and he
had arrived. He wondered how long that had been going on but never asked. It
wasn’t really his business. Harry liked seeing the friendship between Sirius
and Remus, it was interesting to see their dynamics. They joked constantly
despite how serious Remus could be at times.
            Despite it only being less than a week away from the Dursleys,
Harry was hoping the rest of his life would be as freeing as this. Hoped that
his relationship with Draco would always be as compatible and loving as it was
right now.
            The sound of the doorbell going off had Harry jumping in surprise,
which unfortunately caused his foot to slip on the bottom step of the stairs,
leading him to land on his arse before hitting his back on a few steps.
            Walburga’s painting was screeching horribly somewhere above him as
he laid there, contemplating moving at all. This position had him realizing
that someone really should clean the ceiling more often. It was filthy.
            Someone being at the door was odd. No one had come to see any of
them since he had arrived. Not many people came unless there was an Order
meeting and Harry was positive there wasn’t one.
            He could hear voices coming closer but he still didn’t get up.
            “—Never again.” They might as well have been whispering, for
Sirius’ mum was nearly drowning out the voice.
            “I thought you two were excited to become members of the Order.”
Sirius pointed out in amusement as he shot a spell over his shoulder at his
mother’s painting, not bothering to turn around.
            “We were.” Two voices said in unison. Harry recognized Fred and
George and wondered what they were doing here. He hadn’t seen them since they
disappeared on their brooms during the school year.
            “But that was before we were assigned guard duty.” George scoffed
with a visible pout.
            “It can’t have been that bad.” Sirius argued as Remus came up next
to him.
            “Oh, it was.” Fred retorted hotly. “It was bad enough that we were
standing guard outside of Harry’s house and not able to talk to him, but we
were attacked.”
            Harry slapped a hand to his mouth to stop from laughing out loud.
Draco had told him that two others had been there but he hadn’t known who else
besides Fletcher had been knocked unconscious.
            “And not by deatheaters.” George added. “No idea what hit us but it
didn’t raise any of the wards we had up. Which means they snuck right in.”
            “If it wasn’t for us being knocked out, I might be impressed.” Fred
countered. Harry rolled his eyes. He could hear the impressed inflections to
his tone.
            “If I hadn’t landed on Fred, I would’ve had a gash like his. Looked
painful.”
            He could hear Sirius snort before laughing warmly.
            “And yet, you wonder why I spiked your pumpkin juice last night.”
            “Oh, was that why?” George asked rather surprised. “I thought it
was because I told Alicia you preferred cocks and wouldn’t go out with her but
wouldn’t mind if her brother sent you an owl some time.”
            “Huh.” Fred hummed thoughtfully. “I mean, can’t exactly be upset
with the truth.”
            “Harry! Draco!” Sirius yelled, interrupting their conversation.
“You wouldn’t happen to know anything about Order members being knocked out,
would you?”
            “Draco?” Fred and George whispered. One of them said it in horror
while the other was in interest. It was harder to tell who had said what than
he thought it would be.
            The sound of footsteps could be heard upstairs but Harry decided he
had been on his back this long, might as well commit to it.
            “Not in the slightest.” Draco lied smoothly as he made his way
towards the stairs. “Harry! I swear if you messed with my hair gel I will mur—”
He stopped suddenly at the sight of his boyfriend at the bottom of the stairs.
            The thundering of his run startled everyone else who came to see
what was going on.
            “Harry, are you alright?” Draco asked as he peered all over and
inspected for any wounds. He couldn’t see anything other than his messy hair
being even more unruly.
            Harry smiled at his concern as he nodded his head. “I slipped but
it wasn’t completelymy fault.” He was blaming the twins for that.
            “Good.” Draco breathed before smacking his lover lightly. “Don’t
scare me like that. If you died and left me with the complete lunacy that makes
up the light side, I would have brought you back to life just to murder you.”
            “Oh, yeah?” Harry questioned curiously. “How would you manage
that?”
            Draco scoffed. “As if I would give away my secrets. I am a
Slytherin, you know.” He rolled his eyes at Harry. “Just know that I would do
it.”
            “What were you shouting about before you saw me?” Harry wondered as
he ignored the threat.
            Draco narrowed his eyes. “I was going to say I’d murder you if you
had messed with my hair gel but that would be horribly repetitive. So, I’ll
just go with a lack of sex as a threat.”
            Harry grinned widely as he snorted. “We both know you can’t do
that.” The dramatic sniffle he received in response was enough to make his
smile grow wider. There was a flash of determination in silver eyes that
worried him slightly. Telling Draco that he couldn’t do something would
sometimes guarantee he would do the opposite, so he rushed to add onto his
statement.
            “You could always punish me instead.”
            That had Draco pausing as fantasies flashed through his head. He
liked that. A lot. A pointed cough let him know that they were being overheard.
Nosy gits.
            “Harry.” Draco gasped dramatically as he covered his heart with his
hand. “Are you attempting to steal my innocence? I am an honorable and
respectable pureblood who will remain a virgin until my marriage.”
            There was a moment of silence before Harry and Sirius erupted into
loud guffaws of laughter.
            Remus sighed heavily as he looked to Fred and George, who were
staring in a dumbfounded confusion. Something he had never seen before on
either of their faces.
            “I doubt you have ever been innocent a day in your life.” Harry
grumbled as he got to his feet and dusted himself off.
            This had Draco shrugging one shoulder. “I mean, you aren’t wrong.”
A pause. “But that doesn’t have to be a bad thing.”
            Before Harry could respond, Fred spoke up.
            “I died, didn’t I?” The redhead whispered. “I hit my head too hard
on the way down and with George’s excess weight, it killed me.”
            “Excess weight?” George was clearly offended. “I may have eaten a
few extra treacle tarts lately but excess is pushing it.”
            Fred waved his hand in the air dismissing this. “This is some
twisted heaven of mine, isn’t it?”
            “Who said you were going to heaven?” Fred shot his brother a look
before conceding that George had a point.
            “Oh, so this is hell?” He tilted his head to the side. “That makes
so much more sense.” There was an enlightened tone to his voice, as if
everything in life now had a purpose. “The décor matches what I always imagined
hell would look like.” Fred looked around Grimmauld place with appraising eyes.
            Draco rolled his eyes. So, it would seem that he was going to have
to deal with Weasleys earlier than he had thought he would.
            “Hey!” Sirius cried indignantly. “We have worked hard at making
this place livable.” A pause. “Well, Remus has.”
            Fred continued, ignoring Sirius completely. “You guys must signify
something. Remus must be all the logical things I have done in my life.”
            Remus lifted an amused brow. “Sirius must represent my lack of
ambition.”
            “Oi!” Sirius cried out. “Is the entire day dedicated to taking the
mickey out of me?”
            “Why didn’t you say so sooner?” Draco asked as he wrapped an arm
around Harry’s waist. “I would have laid out my best insults.” He smirked at
the way Sirius glared heatedly at him.
            Fred pointed at Draco. “You must represent the darker side of me.”
An odd contemplative pause. “Or, the sexier side.”
            Draco blinked rapidly, thrown off for a moment. Had this
monstrosity just hit on him? A bloody Weasley?
            “Say that about my boyfriend again and I’ll show you exactly where
you can put your Weasleys’ Wildfire Whiz-bangs.” Harry threatened with an
amused smirk.
            “Possessive looks good on you.” Draco mumbled before pressing a
kiss to Harry’s neck.
            Harry tilted his head easily, allowing Draco more room. “You’re
mine.” He growled out, not caring about the audience.
            “I was going to say that Harry was my charmingly sacrificial side
but now I am thinking he represents my sex drive.”
            Remus sighed heavily. “When have you ever been sacrificial?”
            George and Fred shared a look. “I did say charming, didn’t I?” Fred
asked his brother.
            “Maybe Remus’ hearing is going. You know, with his old age and
all.”
            Remus growled out, watching them take a step back and raise their
hands in surrender.
            “So, when did this happen?” George wondered as he jerked his head
towards the two boys lost in their own world.
            “Yeah, this may not be heaven but if they continue much further it
might as well be.” Fred added as he fanned himself.
            “That is my godson you are talking about.” Sirius piped up,
refusing to look at Harry and Draco.
            “How long have you been together, Harry?” Remus asked, ignoring
Sirius.
            “Months.” Harry replied steadily before he snapped his mouth shut
when Draco sucked hard on a pulse point.
            “I think Draco has something to do in the bedroom. We’ll be back
later.” Another suck had him biting his lip. “Much later.”
            Fred and George snorted at the lack of excuse and double meaning.
“Got to like the honesty.”
            “No.” Sirius disagreed with them as he made sure his godson was
gone before shuddering. “I refuse to think about what they are doing. Ignorance
is my new life motto. For all I know, they are arranging furniture.”
            “Heavy furniture.” George piped up.
            “So heavy that it scrapes when—” Sirius was the one to growl this
time.
            “Do not finish that sentence.”
            “Who wants lunch?” Remus asked in a placating manner as he guided
everyone forward, with some elbows into ribs and kicks to shins to get them all
moving.
 
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            Draco looked around the area Dumbledore apparated them to in
distaste. It was horribly muggle. His earlier suspicions had been proven right
when the older man hadn’t told them a single thing about their destination.
            “Keep your wands out.” Dumbledore told them brightly but with
feeling.
            “We aren’t allowed to do magic outside of school.” Harry wasn’t
necessarily reminding him but thought it was an odd thing for the Headmaster to
say. Especially considering the trouble he had gone through last year with his
magic and the Ministry.
            “If there is an attack, I give you permission to use any
countercurse or spell that might occur to you.” Draco raised his brows in
disbelief. Didn’t the man realize how dangerous that was? That was an open-
ended statement. With the man’s ‘approval’ that would mean he could fire off
any spell and not face a single punishment from the Wizengamot. The blame would
lie with Dumbledore.
            “However, I do not believe either of you will be attacked tonight.”
            “Why, sir?” Harry asked as he entwined his fingers with Draco’s as
they followed behind Dumbledore.
            “Because you are with me.” The simple but arrogant way it was
stated had Draco scoffing. He tried holding in his scoff, really, he did but
that was just stupid. He was sure there was plenty of people who would be put
off from attacking just on the basis of it being Dumbledore. But it was also
dark, they had on cloaks over their robes and they were most likely doing
something they shouldn’t. The odds of being attacked was high enough that the
man suggested they draw their wands but yet not high enough for it to be
warranted? He scoffed internally at that. What a contradiction.           
            “Has your scar been hurting lately?”
            Harry hummed in thought. “No.” His answer surprised him. “Which is
weird because I was getting those dreams all last year but they stopped after
the one I was sent about Sirius going to the Ministry.”
            Draco looked to Harry with his eyes narrowed. There hadn’t been a
whole lot about his dreams discussed. Which wasn’t too surprising considering
they didn’t have a whole lot of time together until recently.
            If Harry was receiving dreams through his scar then that signified
a deeper connection then just the scar. It wouldn’t make sense otherwise. There
are other cursed scars that don’t relate to the one who had been the caster.
Draco supposed this situation was unique but it just didn’t fit. Something else
was going on here. He just knew it.
            Since he knew that Black hadn’t been at the Ministry, that meant
that it was a false dream. Which would have to be some kind transfer. A conduit
of thought. The idea was intriguing because the mechanics behind it was eluding
him. That would take power and a fair bit of magic. Otherwise, more thoughts
would slip through on a daily basis. He doubted the connection was something
that had been done knowingly. The Dark Lord wasn’t one to willingly make any
kind of connection with someone. The man was a Slytherin to his core, so if he
had discovered that they shared this odd connection, it would make sense that
he would use it to his advantage to try and lure Harry into a trap. Once it had
failed, that wouldn’t be a reliable source anymore. It would be foolish to
attempt.
            “Occlumency.” Draco mumbled at the only explanation that made
sense.
            “Exactly.” Dumbledore told them without turning around. “It would
seem that he has discovered the dangers of attempting to fool you.”
            Draco shook his head. “It’s more than that.”
            Harry looked to his boyfriend curiously. He loved listening to
Draco’s thoughts.
            “It isn’t a one-way connection. If he can breach into Harry’s mind,
then it only makes sense that it can be done the opposite way.” He hummed in
thought. “I think he saw something of Harry’s that wasn’t meant to be shared.
Made him realize that his own plan could be used against him.”
            “Love.” Dumbledore mumbled quietly to himself.
            Harry shot Draco a look. Love? Was the man suggesting that his love
for Draco had seeped through? He supposed that to someone like Voldemort, who
didn’t understand the concept, it could possibly be unpleasant. But is that
enough to set up Occlumency shields? Not that he was going to complain. It was
nice not having the headaches and the pain anymore.
            Draco didn’t like the idea of love being a cure-all. Wasn’t a fan
of that being what the light believes in but there weren’t many options to
choose from. He wasn’t sure what it was that the Dark Lord might have seen but
he wasn’t going to disregard an explanation until he had more proof of an
alternative. So, he would put love in the back of his mind but research other
things as well.
            “Where are we?” Harry asked more as a subject change than anything.
As they passed the town center, he noticed a giant clock showing that it was
past midnight.
            “This is the charming village of Budleigh Babberton.” The answer
helped Harry none.
            “Really?” Draco looked around in interest. The previous dislike of
it being muggle evaporated. “This was where the first Dementor attack happened
before the Ministry worked it out to where they would have them guard Azkaban.”
He looked at some of the places as they passed in thought. “Although, that was
centuries ago. This place tends to be avoided by wizards. It is seemed as a bad
omen.” He told Harry when he noticed the curious look.
            Harry scrunched up his nose as the need for his wand made more
sense. “If other wizards don’t come here, then why are we here?”
            “We are once again, one staff member short. We are here to persuade
an old colleague of mine to come out of retirement and return to Hogwarts.”
            This had Harry wondering why on earth he was here. This had nothing
to do with him. This was obviously something that had been planned out, so what
was their presence for?
            Draco arched a lone brow. The vague answers were driving him batty.
Would it kill the man to just release all of the information instead of only
giving the bare minimum? The Slytherin to him understood this but when dealing
with others, things change. It was unacceptable in his eyes to take people out
on some mission and not provide them with more details. Especially in a place
like this and where they were told to draw their wands. It was dangerous to
exclude them from all facts, especially if they were going to be of use. Not to
mention insulting.
            The clues of the sentence had Draco’s head tilting to the side as
he thought about it all. There weren’t too many colleagues of Dumbledore’s that
would still be alive. He supposed it could be former Defense Against the Dark
Arts professors but he didn’t think this was true. A former professor of that
subject had never come back once leaving. Since most people said the position
was cursed. The real question wasn’t even who it was, it was why they were
here. Dumbledore wasn’t one for doing things on a whim. This was important
somehow.
            The lateness regarding time had Harry wondering why they hadn’t
just rescheduled. Surely, his friend wouldn’t appreciate the company right now.
Unless common courtesy wasn’t something people did these days anymore. He
tilted his head at his own thought. It would seem that Draco was rubbing off on
him. He was far more cynical than he had ever been before.
            When they came to a stop, they noticed the small cottage in front
of them had the door off its hinges. Bad omen indeed.            
            Draco’s eyes moved rapidly, taking in the way the yard was
immaculate and undisturbed. There didn’t appear to be any sign of an intruder
on the outside. Most people only look at the inside but the people would have
made some kind of trail outside. The path of dirt was undisturbed, grass unbent
and no foot prints to be seen. Now, this could have been erased with magic but
he didn’t even sense any lingering wards. His colleague was a wizard or witch,
no self-respecting wizard who wants to stay alive would leave a place unwarded.
            If it was unwarded, then that might explain why there wasn’t a sign
of an intruder. The person could have apparated directly into the residence.
But why mess with the door? That was just calling for attention. Things weren’t
making sense. Draco saw Harry hold his wand tightly but he didn’t do the same.
Despite the little he could see, danger didn’t seem likely.
            As they stepped passed the door and into a hallway, they heard
Dumbledore light up the area with a Lumos. Draco held out his hand into the air
as he narrowed his eyes.
            “What are you doing?” Harry whispered as he watched his lover
behave oddly.
            “I’m trying to detect Dark Magic.” He replied just as quietly. “It
gives off a certain aura to the air that can be tangible, if one knows how to
look for it.” By the eager look in Harry’s eyes, Draco knew that he would be
teaching his boyfriend some things. This should have been something he already
knew but he wasn’t going to question it in front of Dumbledore.
            Judging by the near nothing in the air, Draco was positive no Dark
Magic had been done here. There was magic vibrating around, leaving him to
believe that it had been performed recently.
            Harry blinked rapidly at the sheer destruction of the living room.
It was a wreck. Near Dumbledore’s feet, a grandfather clock was busted. The
glass was shattered and the wood splintered. A piano was lying on its side with
the keys strewn around. Evidence of a broken chandelier was scattered on the
ground in showers of glass. Cushions were deflated as large gashes had feathers
falling out of them. As Dumbledore raised his wand higher into the air, it
showed that the walls were covered in a sticky red substance. Was that blood?
            Draco took in the same things but noticed that the pendulum from
the grandfather clock was lying too close to the clock for it to be a natural
fall. The glass that should have been protected by the wood was broken, which
didn’t make sense. The piano on its side should have been more damaged than
just the keys. The chain from the chandelier was still intact, just not
attached to the ceiling. That would only happen if it had been let go instead
of a true break. The cuts into the pillows weren’t done by any spells, which
was rather odd. There were feathers clear across the room, as if they had been
thrown. The red substance was clearly not human blood. It was too coagulated to
be something that was done recently. The amount of blood would suggest a severe
wound but with it only being on the walls and nothing else, would show that it
was splattered intentionally. Whatever happened here was a definite farce.
Especially when combined with the lack of Dark Magic.
            “This is a joke.” Draco drawled out in a huff. It was definitely
insulting. “A first year could have set up a better stage.”
            Harry looked to his boyfriend and then back at the wreck, trying to
understand what it was that he saw. He noticed that an overstuffed arm chair
had been knocked over but no damage done to it. He gingerly stepped forward and
began inspecting it. Besides it being completely hideous, he couldn’t figure
out why this was the only thing undamaged in the whole room.
            Draco stepped up behind Harry just as Dumbledore poked his wand
into the chair.
            “Ouch!”
            The voice caused Harry to startle and jump back. He would have
slipped but Draco wrapped his arms around him from behind. “I’ve got you.” It
was whispered into his ear, causing him to shiver.
            “Good evening, Horace.” Dumbledore said as he straightened up and
looked around.
            Draco blinked rapidly at Horace Slughorn. His mind went into
overdrive. Slughorn wasn’t someone that Dumbledore would want as a Defense
Against the Dark Arts teacher. The man wasn’t proficient in that type of field.
The old man was a Potions Master. His father used to say a not very good one
but a Potions Master nonetheless. If he was returning as a Potions Professor
then that would mean that either Snape was leaving or his godfather was
becoming the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. He wasn’t sure what he
thought of that. Severus wasn’t the most… patient of teachers and that was
alright in regard to potions. The instructions of a potion were always in a
book. There really was no excuse for someone to fail at potions. But Defense
Against the Dark Arts was entirely different. This was a class that needed a
sense of patience. He sighed, this would be an experience. Whether it was a
good one or not, would be the question.
            The previous overstuffed chair turned into an overstuffed man.
Harry took in the man’s appearance and had to wonder just what was going on.
Why had the man pretended to be a victim of some kind of attack? Was this level
of destruction really necessary?
            “There was no need to stick the wand in that hard.” Slughorn
complained. “That hurt.”
            “What gave it away?” The man continued as he got to his feet.
            This caused Harry to marvel at the lack of embarrassment of being
caught red-handed.
            “No Dark Magic.” Draco said as he stepped around Harry the same
time Dumbledore uttered, “No Dark Mark.”
            Draco looked at the Headmaster as if he had lost his mind. If the
man thought the deatheaters always put the Dark Mark above a dwelling after
each attack then he was delusional. Absolutely mental. The deatheaters claimed
deaths to their cause that would either bring more followers or held a
significant importance. With the media denying Harry’s claims of the Dark Lord
being back, it would be illogical to think that their crimes were being claimed
by him. He was never going to see eye to eye with Dumbledore’s logic.
            “I knew I was forgetting something.” Slughorn breathed as he began
cleaning the place up with Dumbledore’s help.
            “What kind of blood was that on the walls?” Dumbledore asked as a
cleaning charm cleared away the broken glass.
            “Dragon.” Slughorn and Draco said at the same time. Causing Harry
and Slughorn to look at him curiously.
            “It was obvious.” He smirked openly, loving that he had known the
answer. “Too thick to be anything else.”
            Draco peered into Slughorn’s curious gaze. He still wasn’t sure
what was going on but he knew that the other man wasn’t sure what to do with
him. His father had always told him that Slughorn was a man to keep in your
back pocket but not in political matters. The man was firmly on the light side
and would close all conversations with known deatheaters or supporters of the
Dark Lord’s cause. The man wouldn’t be able to see him here and think he was of
the same mind as his father, because otherwise Dumbledore wouldn’t have allowed
him here.
            “Yes, Dragon.” Slughorn said quietly. “My last bottle too. With
prices being so high, it would be unwise to throw it away. Might still be
reusable.”
            The statement made Draco cringe on the inside. This place wasn’t
exactly a sterile environment. He made a mental note to never accept anything
from this man. It was obvious he was frugal. To the point of being gross.
Dragon Blood should never be reused unless it is the remaining liquid that had
been in air tight container. The properties and uses of Dragon Blood would be
rendered useless if exposed to the elements for too long.
            “Not if you buy it from a wholesale apothecary.” Draco pointed out.
When Slughorn leaned forward eagerly, as if to hear more, he smirked. “You just
got to know people.”
            “I know people.” The man replied instantly.
            “I imagine you do.” Draco charmed with a brilliant smile that was
forced but not in a way that would be recognized by many. Horace Slughorn was
someone that collected people and without his father’s influence for his
future, having someone like Slughorn in his corner would get him far.
            Harry furrowed his brows as he watched his boyfriend win over the
soon to be Professor. What was up with that? Was Draco just wanting to impress
the man or was this because he would be a new teacher? He walked up next to the
blonde and wrapped an arm around his waist.
            The action drew attention to him and he watched the way Slughorn’s
mouth dropped open in surprise. “Oho.” Those beady eyes shifted towards his
bangs where his scar was hidden. “Oho.”
            The groan Harry released caused Draco to hold back a chuckle. He
knew that his boyfriend didn’t like attention being drawn to him because of his
name.
            “This, is Harry Potter.” Dumbledore introduced him, as if the man
didn’t already know. Harry and Draco shared an incredulous look.
            “Harry, this is an old friend and colleague of mine. Horace
Slughorn.”
            Slughorn narrowed his eyes. “So that’s how you plan to persuade me.
I had suspected you would do something.” He gestured between the two entwined
boys. “This, was not it though.” A pause. “The answer is still no.”
            When the man turned away from them pointedly, Draco looked between
Slughorn and Dumbledore. Was it really necessary to have the man back?
            “Before we leave, could we have a drink at least?” Dumbledore asked
as he summoned a chair for himself and gestured for Harry and Draco to take the
newly repaired sofa.
            There was a hesitance to the retired man. “Alright. Just one.” The
emphasis on it being only one was a tad rude but this had Draco snorting. It
was obvious the man didn’t want them here.
            As Slughorn began pulling out glasses, he shot both Harry and Draco
looks that were poorly disguised interest.
            Draco shook his head at the offered glass. No way in hell he was
drinking anything this man had to offer. If he had been willing to reuse Dragon
blood, there was no telling what he would reuse. Nope. Not going there.
            The offer surprised Harry but he as well shook his head. He wasn’t
old enough to drink but it was more of Draco’s obvious discomfort that made his
decision for him. If his boyfriend was having reservations then it was probably
for a good reason.
            “Hmph.” Slughorn stated as he shot them one more look before
sitting down himself, across from the couple.
            “Thank you.” Dumbledore thanked with a small smile. “How have you
been keeping, Horace?”
            “Not good.” The immediate answer came. “Weak chest, been wheezy,
can’t move like I used to and to top it off, Rheumatism too.” He sighed
heavily. “Suppose that can all be translated to old age.”
            “Most of that can be helped with potions.” Draco pointed out with
pinched brows. Why would the man be suffering when he was a Potions Master? Was
he a masochist?
            Slughorn sighed heavily again. “Yes, but it is hard breaking away
to get to apothecary shops as of late.”
            Draco would have asked the man to elaborate since it was not hard
to get into shops but Dumbledore spoke up.
            “And yet, you must have moved fairly quickly to set all of this up.
You can’t have had more than a few minutes notice.”
            This had Slughorn a little pleased. “Two minutes. Would have been
more but one of my charms hadn’t gone off.” The man’s eyes narrowed once they
settled on Dumbledore. “Still, I am an old man who has deserved his peace and
quiet, Albus.”
            Slughorn gestured between him and the older man. “You know what it
is like. Getting older, reflexes not being what they once were.” His eyes shone
to Dumbledore’s blackened hand.
            The mention of the blackened hand had Harry cringing on the inside.
It wasn’t even the fact that it was decaying, although that played a big part
of it, it was the feelings that emitted from a simple gaze at it. He didn’t
like the magic of it, gave him an odd feeling.
            Draco narrowed his eyes. He was closer now then he had been before
but it was still hard to get a definitive answer on the cause of it. Detecting
Dark Magic wasn’t the problem. Because he could feel the darkness oozing from
it. Which signified that it was a spell that wouldn’t go away and was still
active. Whatever was happening wouldn’t end anytime soon. He had a hunch it
wouldn’t end at all. It would seem that the Dark Lord didn’t need to order
someone to kill the man. With the sheer aura wafting outward, Draco would wager
the man had two, possibly three years left to live. Less if it was more
powerful than he could detect. It was hard to be definitive without running
tests. The light would need a new leader soon, that much was obvious. Was that
why the man was including Harry in this? Was this something that would lead to
other things?
            “You are quite right.” Dumbledore mumbled as he lifted his hand up
to inspect his fingers. As he gestured with his hands to essentially say, ‘oh
well’, both Harry and Draco noticed a ring on his other hand.
            To Harry, it looked large but clumsily made with gold and possibly
something else. There was a black stone with a prominent crack running down the
middle as it sat upon the ring, completing the look of something unique and
gaudy at the same time.
            Draco dropped his mouth open and blinked rapidly as all decorum
escaped him right along with his elegance. He was positive he was gaping. That
was a Slytherin heirloom. A Salazar Slytherin heirloom. Merlin, he couldn’t
believe it. The ring hadn’t been seen in decades. His grandfather had tried to
track it down at one point. The thing was worth more than the Malfoy Manor. It
had the Peverell coat of arms on it for bloody sakes. He wondered how the crack
came to be but even with it, the ring would amass a fortune. His mind was
swimming with questions. How did he get? He had to know how much it was worth.
Was he the one who broke it?
            The more he stared at the ring, the more he began to get a bad
feeling. There wasn’t something alright with it. Perhaps it had been a good
thing the ring had been lost all these years. Maybe Dumbledore should have left
it where it was.
            Draco barely paid attention to the conversation that was happening
around him. He could hear Slughorn talking about all the moves he has been
doing and the stupid attempts at avoiding the deatheaters. His mind was still
trying to understand what it was about the ring and Dumbledore’s hand that was
off. When Harry chuckled at something the man said, he turned his attention
back to the conversation.
            “Sorry.” Harry apologized. “I just didn’t like her either.”
            Before Draco could ask who they were talking about, since he didn’t
like a lot of people either, Dumbledore stoop up rapidly.
            “Are you leaving?” The hopeful eyes and begging tone had Harry and
Draco sharing an amused look.
            “No, I was wondering if I could use your bathroom.”
            The disappointment was clearly written all over his face as he gave
the Headmaster the instructions needed.
            There was a slightly awkward silence that filled the room after the
man had left. When Slughorn stood up to inspect his knickknacks, Harry looked
to Draco a little helplessly. This was not how he would like to be spending his
free time.
            Draco shrugged before leaning forward to press a kiss to Harry’s
cheek.
            The action hadn’t gone unnoticed by Slughorn who had looked back to
speak to them. There was a calculating gleam to his eyes. One that neither boy
knew how to interpret.
            “Don’t think I don’t know why he has brought the two of you.” A
waggling finger was shaken in their direction. As if it was their fault.
            Slughorn’s gaze moved over Harry. “You look a lot like your
father.”
            “Really?” The surprise was thick. “I have never been told that.”
Harry retorted sarcastically as he laid his head on Draco’s shoulder. “Next,
you’ll be telling me I have my mother’s eyes. What a shocker.”
            Draco was rather proud of the sarcasm. He ran a hand through
horribly messy hair as he looked over to see Slughorn’s less than pleased
expression.
            “Not sure who you got the sass from.” Slughorn mumbled a little
disgruntled.
            Harry had to bite his lip to stop the smile threatening to come
out. He had always been sarcastic, usually towards his uncle but never really
vocal until he spent time around Draco.
            “Your mother was always a favorite student of mine.” The man
continued, ignoring Harry’s comments. “I know I shouldn’t have a favorite but
she was always so talented. Not to mention charming, cheeky and vivacious. I
always told her she should have been placed in my house.”
            “Which was your house?” Harry questioned as he ignored the odd
admiration the man had for his mother. It was weirding him out.
            “I was Head of Slytherin.” The man replied with a reminiscing
smile. “I imagine you’ll be a Gryffindor then?”
            At Harry’s nod, the man continued. “It usually does run in
families. Not always though.” He paused to scratch his chin. “Ever heard of
Sirius Black? He was a friend of your fathers at school. Rather outgoing boy
but a trouble maker as well.”
            They both had to school their features in a polite indifference as
they pointedly not looked at each other. They would crack up if they did.     
            “The whole Black family had been in my house. But Sirius ended up
in Gryffindor! Shame too, the boy was talented. I got his brother Regulus when
he came around but I would have liked the set.”
            Harry shook his head at the way the man seemed to be slightly
fixated. He spoke as if people were collections and not individuals.
            The man looked back towards his rather large amount of keepsakes.
            “All of these are from former students.” He said this as if either
of them cared. They tuned him out the moment he began listing all the names of
the people who simply adored him. With the way Draco kept threading his hair,
Harry began to close his eyes and dream of his bed. It was too late for this
nonsense.
            “I can’t imagine they know how to find you.” Draco mumbled as he
hid a yawn behind his hand. Could this man be any more boring?
            Slughorn let a smile fade as he looked to Draco. “No, of course
not. It would have been counterproductive to be in touch with anyone while on
the run.” He sighed heavily as he sat down on the couch rather despondent.
            “It isn’t as easy as Dumbledore makes it out to be.” The man told
him fiercely. “If I were to take my post at Hogwarts, then I might as well be
announcing in the papers that I have joined the light side and the Order of the
Phoenix.”
            Draco tilted his head back and forth as he considered the logic. He
could see that to a point. But there were several teachers that worked there
that weren’t on the light side. Madam Pince was a great example. Her family had
been grey for centuries but Draco had his suspicion that she delved into the
Dark Arts. Her glares always promised pain if anyone disturbed the peace of the
library.
            “You don’t have to be in the Order…” Harry mumbled as he moved more
comfortably into Draco’s arms, barely awake at this point. “Most teachers
aren’t.” The last word was nearly cut off by a little snore. Draco refused to
find this utterly adorable.
            “Being at Hogwarts is far safer than being here.” Draco pointed
out, not bothering to keep his derision out of his tone as he shot the horribly
muggle house a look of distaste.
            “It is rather unsightly.” Slughorn agreed as he too looked around
the room.
            “Hiding from Deatheaters is a statement on its own.” Draco
continued thoughtfully. “They will already know that you don’t want to join
them. Might as well be safe in the process.” He highly doubted any of them
would look for this man. It had always been clear that the man would never
conform to the Dark Lord’s beliefs. Slughorn was thinking too highly of
himself.
            Slughorn hummed thoughtfully. “I can’t pretend that it wouldn’t be
nice to have my own space once again.”
            “Also, your friends would know how to reach you.” Draco hoped there
would be an explanation for all of this. Because he was charming the trousers
off this man, it better be worth it. He looked down to his boyfriend who was
supposed to be helping him. Figures he would have to do all the work.
            Dumbledore reentered the room making unnecessary noise, causing
Harry to lift his head rapidly as he tried to clear the sleep out of his eyes.
He blinked owlishly, trying to remember what they were talking about.
            “I think it is time for us to leave.”
            Harry and Draco sprang to their feet, eager to go.
            “Your leaving?” This time there wasn’t any hope, he seemed a little
upset.
            Draco fixed Harry’s cloak and entwined their fingers before they
hurriedly went to the door. They could hear Dumbledore tell the man that it
would be a loss to not have him there but it was pointless to bug him when it
was clear he didn’t want the job.
            “He’s going to change his mind.” Draco predicted in a tone that was
eerily similar to Professor Trelawney. Harry snorted at his boyfriend’s
theatrics.
            “Care to make a wager?” Harry countered. He may have fallen asleep
at times but what he had heard from the old man was that he was adamantly not
wanting to come back.
            Was it wrong to make a bet when Draco knew he was right? Possibly.
Was it wrong of him not to point out the things his lover had missed during his
nap? Probably. “Of course.” Not that he cared about doing the right thing.
“What are the stakes?”
            Harry hummed in thought. “I am in need of a pick-me-up after this,
so I say a blowjob.”
            “You are so on.” Draco smirked as Dumbledore walked towards them.
            They opened the door and barely took a step out when they heard a
shout behind them.
            “Alright, alright! I’ll do it!” The man was wheezing, as if he had
run a mile instead of the few feet that it was.
            Draco turned smugly towards Harry, who was looking at him
suspiciously. He leaned forward to whisper in his boyfriend’s ear as Dumbledore
talked to the man about the new position.
            “I can’t wait to feel your mouth wrapped around me.”
            Harry was wondering if telling Dumbledore to hurry up would lower
the man’s opinion of him much.
            Dumbledore chuckled as the garden gate shut behind them. “Well
done, Harry.”
            That had Draco scoffing. What the hell?
            “I didn’t do anything.” Harry pointed out in surprise.
            The man took his denial as modesty and countered it. “Oh yes you
did. You showed Horace how much he has to gain by coming back.”
            Draco wanted to break something. He loved his boyfriend, he really
did but he had been the one to do most of the work. Not Harry.
            “Did you like him?” Dumbledore continued, either ignoring or
unaware of the glare Draco was sending him.
            “Er…” Harry trailed off, trying to come up with a diplomatic
answer.
            “No.” Came Draco’s blunt reply, causing Harry to laugh.
            They both listened to the man tell them how Slughorn used to
collect people as a teacher, sometimes smart ones, those who had charm,
ambition or people that came from a powerful family.
            “So, then me.” Draco whispered to Harry.
            “Only because humble was left out.”
            “Oi!” Draco whispered indignantly, tuning out Dumbledore’s
ramblings. “I will have you know that I am humble.” The doubtful look had him
shrugging. “I just choose to combine humble with a splash of a high ego.”
            “Those are antonyms.”
            Draco waved this away with his hand. “Antonyms that work well with
each other.”
            Harry shook his head. “I am trying to figure out if that is an
oxymoron or if you are a delusional genius.”
            “I am trying to figure out if that was a compliment hidden inside
the insult or if it was your own form of an oxymoron.” Draco countered.
            “So, can you look out for that, Harry?”
            They both shared confused looks, neither of them had listened to
what Dumbledore had been saying in the slightest.
            “Yes.” Harry said firmly, deciding to pretend.
            “I don’t say it to turn you against him. I just want you to be
aware that he will try and collect you.”
            Harry made a noise of agreement, continuing to pretend as if he had
known that that was what the Headmaster had said all along. He elbowed Draco in
the ribs when he heard a snort.
            When they made it to the same spot they had apparated into,
Dumbledore paused to set up a few silencing spells.
            “Harry. Draco.” The serious tone had them both straightening their
spines.
            “This was originally for your ears only.” Dumbledore gestured
towards Harry. “But for whatever reasons, there is now a team with the two of
you.” Draco couldn’t tell if the man was pleased with this or not.
            “I would like for you to take private lessons with me this year.”
He told Harry before looking to Draco. “You are welcome to join and add in
input.”
            Draco arched his brows. This was important. This wasn’t something
the man would have included him into if he didn’t find him trustworthy. He
thought the man was several years late in teaching Harry things. This was
something that should’ve happened ages ago.
            The statement had Harry’s mind blanking for just a moment. The
first thing that registered was that it was about time. He didn’t say this but
nodded his head in reply. He wondered what kind of things the man would want to
teach him.
            “Private lessons?” It was less of a question for Dumbledore as it
was for himself. Harry was still picturing what kind of things they would be
doing.
            “I do believe it is time that I took a more active role in your
education.”
            “What kind of things would we be learning?” Harry asked as he
looked towards Draco, wishing he could read his mind. There was a narrowed
contemplative look in silver eyes.
            “A little of this, a little of that.” Dumbledore vaguely told them,
causing Draco to sigh and roll his eyes. He was so bloody tired of the vague
shite.
            “If I am having lessons with you, does that mean I won’t have
Occlumency lessons with Snape?” Harry wondered hopefully. He wasn’t wanting to
start that again.
            Draco arched a brow at that. Harry hadn’t mentioned that before. He
thought it was one of the stupidest things he has heard in a long time. Which
was saying something considering they had spent the afternoon with the Weasley
twins. Having the spy, who is playing both sides, teach Harry things, whose
mind is already susceptible to the Dark Lord, made no sense. If the Dark Lord
had gleamed things from Harry while he was sleeping and saw Severus teaching
him the means to protect against the very plan the man was trying to
accomplish, that would have been a death sentence for his godfather. Not to
mention Severus was the wrong person to teach Harry anything. The biased
attitude and impatience would only end in disaster. Occlumency requires trust
and a sense of comfort from the one teaching, which was asking way too much
from either of them.
            “Professor Snape.” Dumbledore corrected. “And no, you will not.”
            “Snape.” The emphasis Draco put on the name had Harry sighing.
“Isn’t the only one who knows Occlumency. I can teach you.”
            “Really?” Harry asked as he pulled Draco to him. “How kind of you.”
He noted suspiciously. He just knew his boyfriend would ask for something in
return. The mischievous sparkle to grey eyes confirmed this.
            “Excellent.” Dumbledore interrupted cheerfully. “Onto some more
pressing matters. Harry, I want you to keep your cloak on you at all times,
even inside of Hogwarts.”
            Draco thought this was odd. His lover had shown him the
invisibility cloak after a few times of him using it to get into his room.
Having it on him at all times was suggesting that the man expected there to be
trouble.
            “Alright.” Harry agreed with heavy confusion.
            “I would also like to stress the importance of not leaving
Grimmauld Place while you are there.” The man looked at them both sternly.
“While I understand the need to leave the Dursleys, it was quite dangerous for
you to leave without any members of the order.”
            Draco disliked being told what to do but it wasn’t as if the man
was asking a lot of them. Where would they go anyways?
            “Understood.” They both said in unison.
            Dumbledore smiled approvingly. “Wonderful. Let’s get you both home.
Wouldn’t want to deprive Sirius the chance of worrying over you.”
            Harry would have pointed out that Remus was the one who would be
worried. Sirius would be more likely to ask if they had done something they
shouldn’t have, so that he could judge it on the basis of it not being risky
enough. But Dumbledore had grabbed hold of them and apparated them home.
 
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            “Do give my greetings to Remus and Sirius for me, will you?” That
was all the man said before he apparated out of there, leaving them at the
door.
            “Thank Merlin that is over.” Draco whispered as he knocked on the
door louder than necessary. It amused him the lengths Sirius would go in
attempting to quiet his mother.
            “Draco, I told you that your magical signature was added into the
wards. You both could have walked in.” Sirius complained as he ushered them in
before shooting spells at his mother’s portrait.
            “I must have missed that.” Draco watched him fail repeatedly.
Perhaps he was a little sadistic but watching Sirius suffer was one of his
favorite pastimes.
            Harry looked away to hide his grin and his eyes fell on Remus who
was shaking his head while reading a book.
            “Oh, did you hurt yourself?” Harry asked as the low light showed a
disfigured mark on Remus’ neck. He took a step forward only to wheeze a little
in recognition.
            “Oh.”Harry whispered as he stepped back towards Draco.
            Draco looked to see what Harry had been looking at. “I knew it.” He
wasn’t remotely surprised.
            “Knew what?” Sirius panted as he finally got the curtains shut.
            “Know where you stick your cock.”
            “Oh my god.” Three surprised stares were thrown at Draco, who
shrugged unrepentantly.
            “That’s kind of presumptuous.” Harry argued as he collected his
thoughts and got over the surprise. “It could be the other way around.”
            “Good point.” Draco conceded as he looked to the two adults who
were looking back and forth between them in a stunned manner. “I would ask for
you to elaborate but I do not fancy regurgitating my dinner. I will stay
ignorant on this.”
            “It would seem that I wasn’t the only one keeping secrets.” Harry
noted as he looked at them. He wasn’t upset in the slightest. He thought that
Sirius needed someone like Remus to keep him in line. Merlin knows what would
happen to him otherwise.
            “We didn’t want to.” Remus pressed with feeling. “We just weren’t
sure how you would take it.”
            “I get it.” Harry whispered as he looked to Sirius. “I wasn’t sure
how you would take my own relationship. You don’t have to feel bad.”
            It was as if his words had taken weight off of their shoulders.
“It’s nice.” Harry remarked. “Having parental figures that aren’t just
accepting of my own sexual orientation but also know what I am going through.”
            At their both watery eyes, he wondered if he had somehow insulted
them. Before Harry could recall what he said, he was on the receiving end of a
group hug. Sans Draco, who had recoiled away from anything as sappy as that.
            “You think of us as parental figures?” Sirius whispered thickly.
            “Yes.” The ‘who else’ was clearly heard as he eyed his godfather.
            “I swear you spend too much time with Draco.”
            “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” They all ignored the blonde
as they continued their sentimental moment.
            “I always wanted gay in-laws.”
            That got their attention. Harry just blinked rapidly at his
boyfriend. “If that was your way of proposing, rethink it, change it and do it
another time. Especially with more romance, candles and a promise of some kind
of sex.”
            Draco snorted as he stood up and drew Harry towards him. “No, I
wasn’t proposing. We are too young and I would rather get married to you after
the Dark Lord is taken care of.” He paused to consider the demands. “Candles
are little cliché but if that’s what you want, okay. Sex is a given.” He
shrugged as a smirk formed on his lips. “Think of it more as a promise than a
proposal.” Harry was it for him, so if he was ever going to propose one day, it
would be to him.
            “Who said you have our permission?” Sirius asked breaking the
moment.
            “I did.” Harry countered as a goofy smile graced his features. “Get
to planning, Sirius. You can be our wedding coordinator for the wedding that
may happen in the future after Draco proposes at some undetermined time.”
            Harry looked to Draco as he made their way towards the stairs. “I
do believe I owe you a winners blowjob.”
            That caused Sirius to cringe as he tuned them out until they were
gone. “That was all hypothetical, right?” He asked Remus a little fearfully.
“They aren’t really going to get married one day, right?”
            Remus regarded him in a pitying manner. “I would keep the wedding
in the back of your mind.” He patted him on the back reassuringly. “But don’t
ask me for help. I imagine Draco will be a horribly demanding groom.” Of that,
he was certain. The boy was already bossy, he couldn’t imagine how much worse
that would get during the stress of a wedding.
            “Fred was right, this is hell.” The horror in Sirius' tone had
Remus cracking up as he made his way upstairs.
 
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            Draco smirked when Harry pushed him against the bed and practically
ripped his cloak off of him. He got to work on Harry’s clothes as well, needing
the feel of his boyfriend's skin against him.
            When clothes were discarded and creamy skin was released, Harry
looked down at Draco with half lidded eyes. He took in flushed skin, lust
filled eyes and a half hard cock.
            “Just looking at you excites me.” Harry praised as he ran a hand up
and down Draco’s sides. Loving the way muscles spasmed under his touch.
            “I can tell.” Draco meant it to come out flippantly but it was a
touch breathless as he looked at Harry’s hard prick. That would never not cause
a reaction from him. The sight alone had him achingly hard.
            Harry got on his knees and kissed from a pale knee up to a slightly
shaking thigh. He knew that Draco wasn’t a fan of teasing but it was the
Slytherin’s fault for teaching him to be sadistic in the first place.
            The first lick to his balls had Draco closing his eyes as he placed
a hand on Harry’s head.
            When it seemed that all Harry was content to do was fondle him,
Draco opened his eyes to glare at his lover. The defiance in green eyes had him
huffing.
            Harry gripped Draco’s cock firmly in his hands, loving the way it
pulsed in his palms. He swirled his tongue around the tip a few times before
moving his hand and swallowing him the best he could. His boyfriend was thick.
            “Yes.” Draco moaned as he threw his head back. Harry was talented
with his mouth and definitely knew how to use it. Wandering hands were
exploring his body, leaving behind a hot trail of warmth. The sensation was
something Draco loved.
            When Harry lifted his mouth off of him, Draco almost let out a
whine.
            “I love seeing you like this.” Harry whispered. “Love the way you
become inhibited.” He quickly put his mouth back on the leaking shaft.
            “Only you.” Draco whispered as he tightened his hold on Harry’s
hair. “Only you get to see me like this.” He bit his lip at the possessive look
he was being given. That was a thrill.
            The urge to thrust up into the deliciously warm mouth was tempting
but he barely held himself back. He slid one of his hands up to his own nipples
to pinch and twist them.
            Harry couldn’t help it, Draco was too erotic for him to not reach
for his own cock.
            A slick noise reached Draco’s ears that wasn’t the slight slurping
noise of Harry’s mouth. He looked down and moaned loudly at the sight of his
boyfriend jacking off.
            “Fuck.” Draco swore as he closed his eyes tightly. He couldn’t look
at that for long without wanting to come immediately.
            The pleasant ache of Harry’s jaw as he accommodated Draco’s girth
had Harry closing his eyes as he quickened the pace of his hand.
            Draco groaned when Harry moaned around his cock. The pleasure
mounted and he knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer.
            On one of his downward glides of his mouth, Harry slid a finger
against the hard skin, slicking it with spit. He used his last free hand to
circle Draco’s entrance.
            “Yes.” Draco demanded as he spread his legs wider, allowing Harry
more room. He wanted those fingers inside him.
            The increase in volume of Draco’s moans were so intoxicating. Harry
couldn’t help but tighten his lips and suck harder, loving the choked noise
that his boyfriend released. He pushed his finger in to the hilt and felt Draco
go stock still.
            “Ngh! Harry!” Draco thrusted his hips slightly as he erupted down
Harry’s throat. His mind left him as his body quaked. He wasn’t sure how long
he laid there but the sounds of Harry’s quiet moans had him forcing himself to
come to and look down.
            “Fuck.” Draco swore at the erotic view of Harry still on his knees,
his hand rapidly jerking up and down, eyes closed and mouth dropped open as
strings of moans were released. This was an image that would be forever seared
into his brain.
            Draco leaned over the bed and kissed Harry, startling the other
boy. It was only a few seconds before he felt his mouth invaded by the wicked
tongue that had just gotten him to completion.
            Harry whimpered as he tightened his hold on his dick. The fact that
Draco was practically tasting himself shouldn’t turn him on so much but fuck,
it sure did. He thrusted his tongue firmly against Draco’s as he felt his
climax approaching.
            Draco moaned as he reached down past the rapidly moving hand and
cupped Harry’s balls.
            That was the tipping point for Harry. He clenched his eyes tighter
and felt his muscles seize up as he came on his hand and chest with a loud
groan.
            The way Harry sank to the floor and panted harshly had Draco
arching a brow in amusement.           
            “You going to sleep down there?” He questioned. “Just let me know
and I’ll hand you my pillow.”
            “Why yours and not mine?” Asked Harry when his mind cleared.
            “If you won’t lie in the bed then I need something of yours up
here. Because I am not sleeping on the ground. No amount of sex will make the
hard floor look like a good idea.”
            Harry’s heart melted a little at the first part. “That’s kind of
sweet.”
            Draco glared before flopping on the bed with his limbs stretched
out, providing no room for Harry. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”
            The denial had Harry rolling his eyes as he dragged himself up off
the floor. He maneuvered himself around the odd position Draco had decided to
adopt and laid his head on a warm chest.
            “I love you.” Harry whispered as his mind started to drift for the
second time of the night. When he felt Draco’s arms wrap around him, his mind
knew that he was safe.
            Draco smiled despite himself as he looked down at the nearly asleep
boy. “I love you too.” He whispered fondly as he closed his eyes and tightened
his hold on his boyfriend.
End Notes
     If you are wondering why I didn't just gloss over things with
     Slughorn, there is a good reason for that. This was something that
     needed to be shown. I did use some choice wording from the books but
     changed most of it around.
     This one was a little bit more involved with Draco and his thoughts.
     It wasn't exactly planned but it is how it came to me. I think it is
     mainly because we know what Harry thought originally, you know? We
     know his take on this stuff but we don't know what Draco might have
     done. To get his input is one of the entire points of this series.
     Realistically, I would never have been able to make Sirius act warm
     towards Draco right off the bat. That isn't his style nor is it mine.
     But the character growth and understanding he showed Draco is
     everything. I was seriously touched by his insight and emotional
     barring when he was explaining himself and his reasons to Draco. That
     might just be because I am a big baby but still! And when he said he
     would save him too? *Sniffles*
     The masses spoke and want Wolfstar. If that was not something you
     were hoping for, oh well. The popular vote won that hands down.
     No, they aren't engaged. I shouldn't have to say that but I just know
     I would get comments about it. Buttttt... who knows? Maybe the
     future? *Wiggles brows up and down suggestively* maybe even a *wink
     and a nudge*. Alright I'll stop.
     I laced clues, hints and foreshadowing all up in this bitch. Swearing
     was totally necessary. Don't judge me. ;P
     I think that is all! I shall be back soon-ish. Take me seriously but
     don't hold me to that. At the very least I will see you in two weeks.
     In the meantime, check out my other works. Or don't. Your loss. :
     p Let me know your thoughts.
     -XxTheDarkLordxX
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