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Changing Minds in Hard Times

By: X5927alpha
folder Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating: Adult ++
Chapters: 24
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Chapter Thirteen

As time passed quickly by, Harry and Draco grew closer together. They sometimes took walks around Hogwarts together, followed at a distance by Moody, who was, in turn, followed by at least three members of the Order.



Moody was still convinced, even after all he had learned from Draco, that the blond was a death eater spy.



Everyone else in the Order was now convinced that Moody was under a spell, and had decided at their meeting – one neither Draco nor Moody had been invited to – that they would wait and see what Moody would do. If He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had a plan in the works, they wanted to know what it was, without giving him the knowledge that his spy was suspected.



Thankfully, Harry seemed to be true to his word. Anytime some member of the Order suggested interrogating Draco some more, or throwing him in with the other death eaters, Harry vetoed it immediately.



The other death eaters, while refusing to talk to those on the side of light, had overhead the discussion about Draco from their guards. And they had since been overheard talking about the young Malfoy. Some laughed over their memories of the blond being passed among the death eaters for their own perverted uses. Others cursed his name, calling him a blood traitor. But the problem was, now all of them knew that Draco was still in the castle, and worse yet, at Harry’s side. And none of their minds were shielded from the Dark Lord’s thoughts.



Snape of course, had to be kept from view of the other death eaters. They all thought he had escaped the raid and was back with their Lord. He was not the only one to suggest that the death eaters be put to death, before they could pass any more secrets to Voldemort. Harry, Hermione, and several others refused to travel that path. To make the Order members murderers – that wasn’t how Harry ran things. Of course, he was often away from the decision processes, since he was with Draco in his room.



Snape had managed to slip into Harry’s room to see Draco several times. Mostly when Harry was out talking to other people, briefly. The first thing the greasy haired potions master always asked his godson was if Harry was treating him well. The answer was always yes. The next questions always went in order: How are you feeling? Are you completely sure you want to go through with this? And, lastly, what do you plan to do after Harry uses you as his weapon – when Harry has the choice to leave the relationship?



Draco didn’t know. He hoped by then Harry wouldn’t want to leave, but his Slytherin side always sided with his godfather in thinking the worst. He just shook his head and asked the man when the next full moon was. He knew from the prophecy that the conception time would be on the full moon coming up soon. He hadn’t told Harry yet – and now he only had two days left before that full moon came up.



He was debating with himself whether to tell Harry, or just to offer himself to the man he had been staying with for about two weeks now. Did Harry really need to know that the first time he would have sex with Draco would be the exact time needed to create his ultimate weapon? And technically Draco could just play it off as wanting to move further into his relationship with Harry. They had already done some sexual things together. Harry had finished giving Draco the hand job Moody had so rudely interrupted before. Draco had reciprocated by sucking his Hero off. The next step had to be sex, didn’t it?



Draco sighed and covered his face with Harry’s pillow again. He was still lying on Harry’s bed, as he had been earlier that morning when Harry left. Then Snape had come in to talk to him, and Draco didn’t care enough to put on clothing. Snape didn’t care either, except for the fact that he stared with some disgust at the large purple hickeys on Draco’s neck, chest, and thighs. Draco had scowled and covered himself up with the comforter.



Not that he was uncomfortable with his body being seen. He just didn’t like the look Snape had on his face when he knew Harry had been the one to make those marks. Even though Snape knew as well as Draco did that Harry needed Draco to stop Voldemort, and that Draco loved Harry, he still didn’t approve of the relationship.



Harry would be in soon though, and Draco knew he should make a decision. To tell the other man that it was almost time for the weapon, their child, to be conceived; or to hold that information back, and tell Harry when it had been done.



Draco knew Harry would be mad if he didn’t tell him before they conceived the child, but what if Draco did tell him, and Harry decided he wasn’t ready for a child, and refused Draco when the time was right? What should he do? What could he do? Ultimately it would be Harry’s choice.
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