Summer with Draco

I am soooo sorry for such a long wait in updates. I work in a floral shop, and this week has been hectic. RL sure sucks sometimes. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

In reply to the review saying that my characters are puppets, could you be more specific? You didn’t say what about them was puppets, and what I could do to improve them. I don’t mind criticisms if it is constructive. So if somebody has suggestions, I am all for it. ENJOY!


Chapter Eleven:

Draco stared at Severus in fear and shock before exploding.

“NO! Are you insane? You can’t go back! It’s too dangerous! You said yourself that he would probably head right for you because you and father are friends! It’s suicide! Besides, have you found anything useful? Are you really doing any good? Because I don’t think you are. All either of you did was risk your life. And for what? The ramblings of some old madman! How is that helpful? We all know it’s doing no good!”

“Draco Lucius Malfoy! Don’t you speak to me like that! Show some respect! You don’t kno-.”

“Hey! Don’t you yell at him like that! He just doesn’t want to lose you! And he’s right! What useful information have you actually gotten? Voldemort is insane! He is incapable of coming up with a plan! Why risk your life for that madman? We should just waltz in there and kill him why he is still weak! Why are we risking people to watch him until he gets his strength back and then run around trying to come up with a plan to kill him?”

“Stay out of this Potter! This is between me and my godson! It’s bad enough you corrupted him, you don’t need to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong!” snapped Snape.

“Severus! I love Harry. This makes it his business. And if you love me, you will respect him! You have no right to speak to him like that!”

“ENOUGH!” roared Dumbledore

All three of them stopped yelling and turned to Dumbledore.

“Stop fighting! Severus. You are not going back in. Draco’s right. It’s too dangerous. Voldemort knows his followers are not faithful. We will need you during the fight, and after for you medical help. At this point, Voldemort’s mind is too far gone. Even with spies, it would be too hard to know what he will do next. It is not worth it to risk you. And as for you two, Severus and Lucius were invaluable as spies. Before Voldemort when so mad, we gleaned valuable information from them. Now, you three WILL get along. It will be imperative in the upcoming battle that you trust one another. Severus, I want you to get started making potions right away. We ill need them. There will be an order meeting tomorrow evening. Harry, we can still use your home, right?”

“On a few conditions sir. I want Draco and I to be initiated into the order, along with Ron and Hermione if they want. AND, I want them to come visit. We could use their help, not to mention that I miss them. And they would probably kill me if they were left out of anything.”

“Agreed. Now that that’s all settled, you two should get some rest. I will see you both tomorrow.”

Dumbledore dismissed them and Draco turned to Snape.

“Sev, please let me know if anything changes with my father tonight.”

“Of course Draco. Goodnight, and I will see you tomorrow.

Draco nodded and both him and Harry floo’d back to Grimmauld Place.

Once they arrived, Harry took Draco’s hand and pulled him up the stairs.

“Come on love. Let’s take a bath and go to bed. Tomorrow’s going to be a long day.”

Harry got the water running and turned to help Draco out of his cloths. The blond boy seemed to be in a state of mild shock now that they were home, away from everything that happened.
He led him to the bathtub, and he quickly got rid of his own clothing and helped Draco into the water. He efficiently washed Draco, then himself, then pulled Draco into his arms and they floated in the warm water. After awhile, Draco seemed to come back to reality and snuggled closer in Harry’s arms. He spoke after a moment.

“Harry. Are you going to tell Weasley and Granger about us when they get here?” Draco was a little nervous. Weasley would probably try and kill him, and Granger was just down right scary. He didn’t want to get on HER wrong side again.

“Yeah. I think they will be okay with it. Ron might flip out at first, but they want me to be happy. You make me happy. End of story.”

“So, you won’t leave me if they don’t approve?” Draco knew he sounded weak, but he loved Harry so much, and he couldn’t lose him. He had already lost so much, losing Harry might kill him. He knew that other people had lost more than him, but for someone who had everything, losing him mother and almost losing his father was like watching his world collapse.

This past month with Harry had been the happiest he had ever been. If he died during the battle, he would die happy.

Draco tried to shake himself out of his gloomy mood and turned to Harry for his answer.

“N, I won’t. I love you. I am happy with you, and if they are really my friends, they will see that and be happy for me.”

Draco smiled and gave Harry a brief kiss before resting his head on Harry’s chest. They were too tired emotionally and physically to make love, so they dried off and crawled into bed where they fell asleep immediately in each others arms.

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The next morning, they were just sitting down to breakfast when they were summoned to a fire call with Dumbledore.

“Gentlemen, I just thought I should tell you that Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley will be arriving by floo at 11:30 this morning.”

“Thank you sir, we will be expecting them.”

“Your welcome Harry. Also, the Order meeting will be at 8 p.m. tonight.”

“Thank you sir. I will make sure Dobby will have refreshments prepared. See you tonight.”

Harry ended the call and turned back to Draco, who looked extremely nervous.

“What’s the matter love?”

“Nothing. Just a bit nervous about Weasley’s reaction. I don’t want to fight anymore. I spent the last seven years constantly fighting with you three, and I am tired. I just have a feeling he is going to go crazy when he finds out were together.”

“Well, I have an idea. You are going to be in another room when they get here. I will tell them you are here, and that you are joining the order. When I get it through his head that you are a good guy, I will tell him about us. Even if he doesn’t take it well, I will not leave you, and I will forbid fighting. I don’t want to fight anymore either. Once Voldie is dead, and gone, I am done. I don’t want to live a life constantly fighting. I will do my part, as the prophesy stated, but the order can take care of the rest of the death eaters.”

Draco appeared relieved at Harry’s statement, and they ate their breakfast in silence. When Dobby came in to clean up, Harry let him know that they needed refreshments for the meeting that night. They then floo’d to Hogwarts to visit Lucius Malfoy. This time HARRY was nervous. Draco had not told him about Harry because of security reasons. Draco wanted to tell him if he was up to hearing it. Thus, Harry’s nerves. What if Lucius flipped out? Would Draco leave HIM? He didn’t want to think about it, but his mind kept dwelling on the image of Draco leaving him. It made his chest tight with the tears he wanted to shed at the thought of living life without Draco.

“Your nervous, aren’t you Harry?”

“A little.” He answered, with a shaky grin.

“About how father with react when I tell him about us?”

Harry nodded.


“To be honest with you, I don’t know how he will react. He has always let me do as I wish. He knew about Blaise, but he also knew it wasn’t serious. I think the only objections he would have are the danger you pose, with Voldemort out there, and the lack of an heir. I can counter that with the fact that I am already in danger, that’s why I am in hiding, and if his is really insistent about the lack of an heir, I suppose we could use the male pregnancy potion. I could carry if you don’t want to.”

Harry was surprised. This was the first time their future was seriously brought up. They had been hesitant to plan anything because they didn’t know if they would survive. They really needed to sit down and talk. Harry knew without a shadow of a doubt that he wanted a future with Draco, but that was all he knew for sure. So for now, he just nodded to Draco as they entered the hospital wing. Madam Pomphrey approached them when she saw them walk in.

“Hello Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter. Please have a seat. I want to talk with you about your father before you see him. He is doing much better. I have healed all the internal injuries and broken bones, except for his nose and hand. His hand was too damaged, so I needed to remove them and I will give him skele-grow. As for his nose, I repaired the damage as best I can. Since the bones are technically cartilage, I can’t use skele-grow. It will have to heal on its own. I’m afraid it will not look the same. It will look much like Professor Snape’s-”

“Wait. Why haven’t you regrown the bones in his hand?” Draco interrupted.

“I was getting to that. Your father’s mind and body have gone through a great deal. When something traumatic happens to a wizard, their magic goes into overdrive trying to protect you. His magic is almost depleted. It will slowly replenish itself, of course, but I fear another shock, such as the pain of grown bones, will harm him. He has a long road ahead of him. Physically, he will be fine in a few days, but magically and mentally, he is still weak. Now, do you have any questions?”

“Yes. We wanted to tell father about our relationship. Do you think it will be too much to handle right now?” asked Draco.

“That I don’t know. I don’t know how your father really felt about Mr. Potter. I suggest you feel him out and get his feelings on Harry. If he seems like he has resentment or anger towards him, I wouldn’t tell him just yet.”

Draco nodded and she led them towards an isolation room instead of the curtained area he had been at last night. At their confused looks, she explained.

“As I said before, we are worried about his mental state. His mind is weakened by what you-know-who did to him. Because of his Dark Mark, you-know-who can access him at anytime and destroy him. I am sure by know that he has felt that he isn’t really dead. This room is surrounded by wards. NO ONE will be able to get to him here.”

Draco was impressed and felt very grateful towards this impressive woman.

“Thank you Madam Pomphrey. I really appreciate all you have done for my father. I shudder to think what would have happened if you hadn’t been here. You are a truly remarkable medi-witch.”

“Why thank you Mr. Malfoy. I appreciate that very much. Now, you can go in now, but don’t stay too long. He will tire easily.”

She smiled at Draco one last time before walking away. Another victim of the Malfoy charm.

“Draco, I should probably stay out here. Call me in if you think he can handle it. He would think it suspicious if I cam to visit him.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, even though he knew that Harry was probably right.

“Yes. Go on.”

Draco kissed him softly on the lips before entering the heavily warded room. He could feel the wards weighing on him.

“Draco. How are you son?”

Draco approached his father and took in his appearance. His nose was bandaged, as well as his right hand, which was just laying on the bed, since it had no bones in it. He looked tired, and paler than normal. Other than that, you couldn’t tell that he almost died the previous day, just by looking at him.

“I think the question is, how are you?” replied Draco, sitting in the chair next to the bed.

“Very tired, but feeling very lucky too.”

“Oh gods father! I was so scared! I was talking to Dumbledore when Sev. Burst in with the news. Then I say you all bloody and my heart dropped. I thought I had lost you, just like mother. If it hadn’t been for Har-.”

Draco stopped short when he realized that he almost said Harry’s name.

“Harry? Are you and Potter getting along then? You didn’t really mention him in your letters. I thought maybe you had been avoiding each other.”

“Yes. We worked past our differences. We had to train one another, per Dumbledore’s request, so we decided to stop fighting.” He wasn’t exactly lying to his father, but he wasn’t telling the whole truth either.

“You love him.” he father stated, simply.

“WHAT?”

“You’re my son Draco. I know you. I can see it in your eyes. Does he love you back? Does he know how you feel?”

“Yes. He loves me too.” Draco admitted. He felt a stirring of hope that his father would be okay with this.

“So your happy then?”

“Yes Father. I am happier than I have ever been.”

“Good. Call him in. I want to meet this man my son is in love with.”

“Father, you’ve met Harry before.” Draco was concerned. Did his father suffer from memory loss?

“I’ve met HARRY POTTER, not Harry, the man my son loves. Call him in.”

Draco got up, relieved that his father didn’t have memory loss, but scared about him talking to Harry.

“Harry, father want to talk to you. I’ve told him about us. He seems okay with it.”

“He doesn’t have his wand, does he?” asked a nervous Harry.

The question made Draco snicker, and soon Harry joined in. It helped to relieve the tension, and a few moments later Harry regained his Gryffindor bravery and went in to talk to his lovers father.


tbc


A/N I know that Draco seemed a bit weak this chapter, but he has gone through a lot lately. He had a wonderful childhood, and give all his hearts desire. Then suddenly it was ripped away. This is bound to have an effect on him. But don’t worry, the strong Draco Malfoy is still there, lurking under the surface. He will always be OOC though. I mean come on, the canon Draco would never fall in love with Harry Potter.