Changing Minds in Hard Times
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Adult ++
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14,041
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73
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Chapter Fourteen
Draco woke up when Harry came into the room. It wasn’t that Harry hadn’t tried to be quiet; Draco just could feel when Harry was nearby. His presence was like a pulsing beacon to the blond man.
“Harry, we need to talk.”
“About the…” Harry was unsure of what to call it. ‘The weapon’ or ‘the baby’. Both were technically true, but neither felt right to him.
Draco understood, and nodded. “I don’t know if you want to hear this Harry, but I think you deserve to know. I’m going to be honest and tell you I was considering not informing you of what I am going to tell you, in order to make sure the…weapon came into existence.”
Somehow it felt so wrong to call a baby a weapon. But when all was said and done, that’s what it would be, wasn’t it?
Was it even fair to bring a child into the world only to be used as a weapon? What if being used in such a way would drain the life force out of the child? Or worst then that, what if Voldemort managed to take control of the child’s small body?
Draco shook those thoughts out of his head and continued. “Part of the prophecy says that the child will be born at a certain time, as is mapped out in some ancient scroll. Snape found the scroll, worked out the astrological bits, and told me when that time is. It’s in two days, Harry. Since it is practically midnight right now,” he said, eyeing the clock nearby, “there is only one day left.”
Harry’s eyes were wide as they took in the man he had come to care about in their short time together. One day to decide whether he wanted to use Draco’s body to create the weapon that was foretold to kill Voldemort. Is that what he wanted? To use Draco? To bring a child into the world based on it’s potential use as a weapon? And what happened after that?
Harry and Draco were certainly not in a stable relationship. If anything, they were closer to being lovers then potential lifemates. And Harry didn’t even know if Draco wanted to have a child with him. He did know that he wouldn’t mind eventually having a child. He wouldn’t even mind if that child’s carrier was the Slytherin Prince himself.
“I’d like to ask you, Draco. If we did do this…if we had a child…if we created this weapon, would it just be to destroy Voldemort, or do we really have a chance? I guess what I am asking is, do you really want to be with me, or do you just want a surefire way to kill the creature that hurt you?”
Draco blinked at the other man. Of course he wanted to get revenge. But he wanted to be with Harry too. How could he say both without driving Harry away?
“Harry, I can’t say that revenge against Voldemort wouldn’t be a welcome thing for me. I can’t tell you that it isn’t one of the main reasons I want to do this. But I can say that I would never abandon the child after it has served the purpose the prophecy says it will. I want to be with you Harry. I want to have children, and live a happy life. I want my children to grow up with a father who loves them and will tell them so. The most my father ever gave me in that way was to tell me he was proud of something I had done – and most of those things had been his ideas anyways.”
“I need to hear you say it, Draco. Tell me that you want to be with me, and I will agree to all of this.”
“Harry Potter, there is nothing I would like more then to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to carry your children, and grow old with you. If you want me, that is.”
“How very unlike you, Draco Malfoy. The boy I knew wouldn’t give in so easily. And he wouldn’t say things like that.”
Draco smiled. “Maybe that’s because I am a man now, Harry. And maybe I have learned that being Malfoy-like is not everything it is cracked up to be. I never want to end up like my father.”
“I’m sure you wont, Draco. I’m sure you wont.”
“Harry, we need to talk.”
“About the…” Harry was unsure of what to call it. ‘The weapon’ or ‘the baby’. Both were technically true, but neither felt right to him.
Draco understood, and nodded. “I don’t know if you want to hear this Harry, but I think you deserve to know. I’m going to be honest and tell you I was considering not informing you of what I am going to tell you, in order to make sure the…weapon came into existence.”
Somehow it felt so wrong to call a baby a weapon. But when all was said and done, that’s what it would be, wasn’t it?
Was it even fair to bring a child into the world only to be used as a weapon? What if being used in such a way would drain the life force out of the child? Or worst then that, what if Voldemort managed to take control of the child’s small body?
Draco shook those thoughts out of his head and continued. “Part of the prophecy says that the child will be born at a certain time, as is mapped out in some ancient scroll. Snape found the scroll, worked out the astrological bits, and told me when that time is. It’s in two days, Harry. Since it is practically midnight right now,” he said, eyeing the clock nearby, “there is only one day left.”
Harry’s eyes were wide as they took in the man he had come to care about in their short time together. One day to decide whether he wanted to use Draco’s body to create the weapon that was foretold to kill Voldemort. Is that what he wanted? To use Draco? To bring a child into the world based on it’s potential use as a weapon? And what happened after that?
Harry and Draco were certainly not in a stable relationship. If anything, they were closer to being lovers then potential lifemates. And Harry didn’t even know if Draco wanted to have a child with him. He did know that he wouldn’t mind eventually having a child. He wouldn’t even mind if that child’s carrier was the Slytherin Prince himself.
“I’d like to ask you, Draco. If we did do this…if we had a child…if we created this weapon, would it just be to destroy Voldemort, or do we really have a chance? I guess what I am asking is, do you really want to be with me, or do you just want a surefire way to kill the creature that hurt you?”
Draco blinked at the other man. Of course he wanted to get revenge. But he wanted to be with Harry too. How could he say both without driving Harry away?
“Harry, I can’t say that revenge against Voldemort wouldn’t be a welcome thing for me. I can’t tell you that it isn’t one of the main reasons I want to do this. But I can say that I would never abandon the child after it has served the purpose the prophecy says it will. I want to be with you Harry. I want to have children, and live a happy life. I want my children to grow up with a father who loves them and will tell them so. The most my father ever gave me in that way was to tell me he was proud of something I had done – and most of those things had been his ideas anyways.”
“I need to hear you say it, Draco. Tell me that you want to be with me, and I will agree to all of this.”
“Harry Potter, there is nothing I would like more then to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to carry your children, and grow old with you. If you want me, that is.”
“How very unlike you, Draco Malfoy. The boy I knew wouldn’t give in so easily. And he wouldn’t say things like that.”
Draco smiled. “Maybe that’s because I am a man now, Harry. And maybe I have learned that being Malfoy-like is not everything it is cracked up to be. I never want to end up like my father.”
“I’m sure you wont, Draco. I’m sure you wont.”