It Seems To Be

Title: It Seems To Be
Author: S. A. Rodriguez
Rating: NC-17 (over all)
Warnings: Nothing yet. Squirmy circumstances.
Summary: Draco Malfoy is the only Malfoy left when his parents and his wife are both murdered. When Harry Potter is sent to lead the investigation, strange things begin to occur. While the Ministry still thinks Malfoy is evil, Harry knows better. He knows that Draco is the real saviour.
Disclaimer: I\'m still poor!
Author Notes: Er…forgive me. I wrote this last night when my head was very muddled. I think it’s okay, and my beta thinks it’s okay. So…enjoy.

He was innocent of any wrongdoing in the war. He was quite guilty of betrayal, though.

One Hogsmeade morning at Hogwarts, Harry Potter received a letter stating that there was to be an attack at the Three Broomsticks at exactly 17:43 that afternoon, and that he should be prepared to face his worst enemy. When Harry looked up from his anonymous owl message, he caught a fleeting glimpse of champagne hair leaving the Great Hall.

Harry knew that he owed his life to Draco Malfoy, because no one was prepared for what was to come. Harry knew that many people owed their lives to him, but none would ever know it. He was sworn to never speak of how he knew about the attack. Doing so would mean the death of his saviour.

After the war, the entire Malfoy family came out unscathed by their secrets. Draco Malfoy married a young blonde girl from Romania. His parents were still the peak of pureblood society. Life went on much as it had before the war, with only one person knowing that Draco wasn’t who everyone thought he was.

So when word came to Auror Potter that the youngest Malfoy was the prime suspect in a triple homicide, he was quite surprised to say the least. Although when he was handed the investigation, he wasn’t surprised at all.

-

Malfoy Manor loomed in the distance. Harry took a deep breath and began walking towards it, expecting his investigation team to already be inside. When he approached the door, however, things seemed quiet inside. He knocked loudly and waited for someone to open the door. When seconds turned into minutes he became worried and annoyed. He was about to just spell the door open when the doorknob turned and a sickly looking Draco Malfoy appeared.

He was as tall as ever, though extremely thin and sallow. His features were gaunt and sunken in, and bruises glowed from various patches of skin that could be seen. He held a cigarette between his pointer and middle fingers, and his seemingly dead eyes rose from Harry’s feet to his face. A quirk of lips greeted him there, and the blonde held out his hand.

“Lovely to see you again, Potter. Welcome to my home.”

-

Tea was served in the drawing room as the Ministry detectives combed the house for evidence. Harry sat in a wooden chair in front of Draco with his notebook out on the table. A quick-quotes quill already set in motion, he began interrogating his witness.

“So, Malfoy, explain to me what happened here.”

Draco sipped his tea and took a drag of his cigarette then turned to the window, not wishing to face the other man while he spilled his shameful secrets.

“I’m never here, so I can’t say that I know everything. My marriage is-wasn’t a happy one despite what the public may think. I didn’t want to get married, but being who I am, I was forced to take a wife and produce an heir. As soon as Alexandra and I were married, I left. She didn’t care much, but simply requested to stay here. My father was furious that I wouldn’t even try, but I didn’t care.

I came and went however I pleased. She was my wife, and I could bid her to do whatever I wanted. So I ordered her to stay away from me. I never touched her, not once in the entire time that I knew her. She didn’t mind. She was a Malfoy by marriage, and she was also rich, that was all she wanted.”

Harry cut in quickly before he could speak again.

“Why didn’t you want to be married to her? From what I saw in the Prophet, she wasn’t bad looking in the least.”

Draco blew smoke from his mouth in a long exhale.

“I’m gay, Potter. Get a clue.”

Harry looked startled for a second, then quickly recovered.

“Please, go on.”

“Thank you. Like I was saying before, my father was furious. He wanted an heir and I wouldn’t give it to him. I couldn’t even be forced. I just don’t like women, no potion or spell could help me there. But that’s not the point.

I was in Greece when I got an owl from my mother. She said I had to come home immediately, that something was horribly wrong. I rushed back as quickly as possible, and found the house empty but for her. She was sitting here, in the drawing room, crying her eyes out. I’d never seen her so undone before. I was frightened, to say the least.

She told me that my father had gone mad. In his desperation for an heir he lost it. My mother found him and Alexandra fucking in my parents’ bed. Apparently since I wasn’t willing to screw her, my father figured he could do it instead. I was quite disturbed.

I asked her where they were, and the tears came faster. I feared she would hyperventilate if she didn’t take more breaths. She said-“

Draco stopped speaking to take another long drag on his cigarette then smothered it out in the ashtray on the table. His eyes flickered over Harry’s face to find that he looked quite green. He frowned in sympathy.

“She said they were dead, that she killed them. She said she came screaming into the bedroom and startled the both of them. She was supposed to be out all day taking care of personal things, and wasn’t to be expected back until the evening. She screamed and raged, called my wife a filthy whore and then before my father could even react, she pulled a pistol from her bag and shot them both.

Again, I was surprised. My mother kept a muggle weapon in her purse? And my father was fucking my wife? None of it made sense to me. Then she stood from the chair and said she needed to use the privy. I sat and waited for her, but when I heard a shot from the bathroom, I realized how stupid I was to have let her walk out of the room.”

“So…your father was having sex with your wife, your mother caught them, shot them both with a muggle weapon, owled you, told you what happened, and then shot herself?” Harry frowned over his notebook, feeling sick and disturbed by it all.

“Yes, in a nutshell.” Draco lit another cigarette as a man in Ministry robes walked into the room. He whispered something short into Harry’s ear, gave a quick look at Draco then walked out. Harry looked as if he were about to vomit. “Something you need to share?”

“Malfoy, did you know that your wife was already pregnant when she died?”

Draco shook his head and looked out the window again. He sighed deeply and then stood from his chair. “Guess my father got what he wanted. Sort of.”