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Understanding Friends
Chapter Number/Total: 17/41
Chapter Title: Understanding Friends
Words: 2665 Words
Draco managed to find an empty classroom and leaned against the wall inside, quickly unfastening his trousers and sliding his hand in with a sigh. This had been an ongoing problem for him during school before, but the Patronuses had been more intense than he could handle. He closed his eyes, resting his head against the wall as he pulled on his erection, trying to bring himself off quickly so he could return to class.
"You never could control your reaction to magic," a woman's voice purred beside him.
Draco startled. He eyes flew open and his hand froze.
Pansy laughed. "Want some help with that?" she asked.
"Get away from me," he growled.
She stepped closer, reaching her hand for the front of his trousers. "You used to have me help when you got this way," she insisted.
Draco grabbed her wrist with his silver hand. "I said not to touch me," he hissed.
“You aren’t still mad about yesterday?” she asked.
Draco pulled his hand out and stepped away from her, letting go. "You mean for nearly destroying both my marriage with Harry and my friendship with Theo?" he asked.
"Aww, the potion was just a nudge, Draco," she said. "You know you wanted Theo, I could see it. Hell, even your Potter could see it."
"I will not debate this with you," he hissed. "You are bloody lucky we didn't report you and have you thrown out."
"Well, why didn't you?" she asked, following him.
"Don't push it anymore, Pansy," Draco warned. "I still could."
"Not very Slytherin, Draco, going to the school like that for an in-House issue," she complained.
"We aren't students any more," he said, coldly. "Grow up. And leave me and my family alone." He'd managed to make his way to the door and opened it, striding back. His arousal was gone now. And he didn't realise he hadn't refastened his trousers until he was already back in the room.
Harry had been trying to get Valen to say 'kitty' again. He looked to his side when Draco was there and gave him a single eyebrow waggle. "You good now?" he asked.
Draco glanced around to make sure no one was really looking. Unfortunately, several people were. He sighed and refastened his trousers anyway, trying not to blush as he did.
Harry grinned, looking down as Draco did his trousers up. "Guess so," he said, answering his own question.
Draco rolled his eyes. "So what have I missed?"
"Not much," Harry replied. "Some more tell-me-now-looks from Hermione and Ron. I guess we probably do look like a couple of mad people."
Draco nodded, grateful that few people knew of his 'problem’ with Harry's magic. Pansy, Theo and Blaise had known he was a sensitive. It wasn't something he shared with most people. And the sexual component of it, even fewer.
Harry nodded too, turning back to face Remus at the front of the class.
***
Draco stayed close to Harry the rest of the day and surprised a few people when he sat with his husband at the Gryffindor table. There was a lot of whispering going on and from what he caught, most of it about their Patronus display. He tried to focus his attention on feeding bits of mashed potato to his son, though Valen did still mostly need Harry. It was a messy process and Draco was once again grateful he was good at Cleaning Charms.
Harry could hardly believe Valen. He was teething, had said his first word, and was eating real food. All at bloody once. He was too focused on the baby to really worry about what anyone else was saying and was glad Draco had sat with him, mostly because he didn't trust Pansy. He didn't trust Nott, either, but mostly her.
"Do you two want to come up in our room and talk?" he asked Ron and Hermione as they all were making their way up to the tower.
"Well, it would be rather nice to know what's going on," Hermione answered, throwing them a sideways look.
"Especially after yesterday," Ron frowned.
Draco nodded, letting Valen teethe on his silver fingers. Drool dripped onto his sleeve and he made a face at the child.
Harry sighed, nodding as well.
When they had made their way to the Common Room, Hermione was the one that led them up the boys' staircase and into Harry and Draco's room. Harry closed the door behind everyone and then moved to sit on the bed. Hermione did, too, and crossed her legs under herself while Ron leaned against the near wall.
Draco sat leaning up against the headboard with Harry. He fished the teething ring out of the baby's cot and tried to switch his fingers for it. Valen protested with a shriek and Draco relented with a sigh.
Ron and Hermione both looked at Harry and Draco expectantly.
"What do you want to know?" Harry asked.
Hermione frowned at him. "Well, we've been worried," she said. "This morning you were.... And now you seem...."
"Fine," Ron finished.
"Well, I do feel a lot better than I did this morning," Harry said.
Draco smiled, blushing and not looking up at that.
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "So you are fine?" she asked. "Both of you?"
"I feel okay," Harry answered with a small smile himself.
"It was the potion and Harry was able to burn it out of my system," Draco said. "And the potion had some strange side effects when combined with the binding."
Hermione looked to Draco. "I thought something was strange," she said. "Under a love potion as strong as Amortentia it was a wonder you even paid attention to anyone other than Theo Nott."
Draco frowned at the infant gnawing on his silver fingers. Just because they were silver didn't make it comfortable. "Son, can I have my fingers back?" he asked the infant who just gnawed harder. Draco tried to turn his attention back to the discussion. "I think we learnt something about Harry's magic we didn't know before," he said. "That it can't be overwhelmed by a potion, even one that powerful. The two combined and it was ... decidedly uncomfortable."
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "It hurt?" she asked.
"It made me angry," Draco answered. "There were conflicting emotions that were too much like how I felt before Harry and I got together."
"And that's why you were acting like that," Hermione said, nodding.
Harry frowned, not mentioning the other things that Draco had said.
"I wanted to go to Theo, badly," Draco admitted, looking down at the bed. "But I was also still caught, not only by the compulsion, but with my feelings toward Harry as well. It was like a war inside."
Hermione glanced at Harry as Draco spoke. He was frowning, but not angry.
Ron made a strange face from where he stood. "So, was it Nott that slipped you the potion?" he asked, sounding almost annoyed.
Hermione rolled her eyes at this.
"No," Draco said. "It was Pansy."
Ron seemed disappointed.
"I told you, Ron," said Hermione. "He's been trying to get me to let him hex Nott all day," she explained.
He scowled at her.
Harry's eyes widened. "Why?" he asked Ron.
"Well - well - because," Ron spluttered.
"It was going to be on your behalf," Hermione said to Harry and Draco.
Harry couldn't help but be slightly amused at how far they had all come since they were last at Hogwarts. Ron had gone from trying to fight Harry for being with 'Malfoy' to protecting and being concerned about their relationship.
"While I appreciate the sentiment," Draco said, smiling, "I would rather there was no retaliation for this."
Harry nodded in agreement. "I'm not going to pretend like I'm not still pissed off," he said, "but it's pointless to start anything. It's done and Draco and I are fine."
"You're sure?" Hermione said, looking concerned. Harry wondered just how bad he had looked that morning for his friends to be so worried.
"Theo was not to blame. And Pansy, well, she has her reasons. I don't justify her behaviour, but I would rather handle it myself," Draco explained.
Ron frowned. "Yeah, well, Theo was-"
Harry shook his head, knowing what Ron was going to say. He didn't feel like getting into all of that again. And the fact that Nott had been coming on to Draco still brought a twinge of anger. He simply couldn't help it.
Draco sighed. "Nott was a close friend and he has lost a lot," he explained. "He wasn't doing anything in that storeroom that I didn't ask him to do."
Hermione nodded. "I suppose if Pansy did it, then it's really not his fault," she said.
"He and I talked last week and had come to an agreement about things," Draco said. "I think Pansy was angry about that."
Harry looked at Draco. "You didn't tell me that," he said.
Draco didn't look at his husband but nodded.
Harry stared at Draco curiously.
"My only question is: Why did they try to kill us?" said Ron, eyebrows high on his forehead. "If, you know, they're your friends."
"I ... was wondering about that as well," Hermione said, staring at Draco.
Draco sighed. "Blaise told them that I was under Harry's control. He described our binding as something like a cross between a Love Spell and an Imperius Curse," he explained. "Which, in some ways, it is."
"Doesn't mean I'm using it that way," Harry muttered.
Draco took a deep breath. "They believed that if Harry was killed, it would end the binding on me," he said. "Which is also true. They didn't know how I felt about Harry before the binding. That had been my secret."
"Well, I think it's rather stupid of them," said Ron bitterly.
Hermione sighed. "It was perhaps rash," she said delicately, speaking to Ron, "but you and I would've done anything for Harry if we'd thought he was under something like that. I don't think we would've tried to get anyone killed, but I can sort of see their reasoning."
"Yes," Draco agreed with her. "I had been publicly dating Pansy and secretly involved with Theo. Then suddenly, at the beginning of sixth year, I dropped them both. At the end of that year, in which I had been acting strangely to them, I am suddenly bound by Harry. Look at it from their viewpoint."
"Like I said," said Hermione, "I can see the reasoning. I don't agree with what they did, but I understand it."
"The potion is a different thing," said Ron.
There was where Harry agreed. He gave a small nod.
"I explained to Theo some of how I feel about Harry and that I wanted him to accept it," Draco said. "I hadn't talked with Pansy. And I don't think Theo would tell Pansy without my permission. She still didn't know any different from what Blaise had told her."
"At the very least," said Harry, his voice unpleasant even though he wasn't purposely making it so, "it was the wrong way to handle things. Both situations were handled the wrong way. Both could've got Draco hurt. And so I'm angry that it happened." He didn't add that Nott and Pansy were lucky he wasn't more than that, or that he wasn't going to act on his feelings.
"I don't blame you for that, Harry," said Hermione. "I agree that it wasn't handled correctly."
"Only by your ideals of correct," Draco said. "It made sense to them and from how they were raised."
Harry lifted an eyebrow. "You don't act that way," he said. He refused to believe that Pansy and Nott could both think that killing an entire group of people and using an illegal potion was acceptable behaviour. He didn't care how they'd been raised.
Draco shrugged, remembering doing some pretty awful things before he'd finally confessed his feelings to Harry. "Not anymore," he said.
"I think what he means," said Hermione, seeming to get what Draco was saying, "is that some things would probably affect them a lot less than they might us. They have to know it's wrong to kill people, but are perhaps ... more immune to the ... guilt, having been, well, raised to be Death Eaters. And, like Draco just said, he's not always been the way he is now."
Harry frowned.
Draco nodded, smiling at her. Odd sometimes that Granger understood him so well. "Apparently, it upset Pansy and Theo enough that they didn't join the Death Eaters," he said. "They hadn't known it could get me killed, too."
Harry was still frowning. "Well, it doesn't mean that I'm ready to be best mates with either of them." he said.
Ron nodded.
Hermione sighed. "No one said you had to," she said. "I'm just trying to see the possible motives for their actions. Was it right? No. But maybe they didn't really think about it. Especially if that's the way they're used to doing things. Don't take what I'm saying to mean that you should go and make friends, I'm just trying to see the logical side of it."
"Thank you," Draco said to her. "I don't think they are beyond learning, any more than I was."
Hermione nodded. "I don't see why not."
Harry sighed. He couldn't disagree, so he didn't.
Draco looked at the now sleeping child in his arms and then to his husband, a small smile on his face. "Thank you," he said to him.
Harry looked at Draco and couldn't help but smile at him. "Anything, love," he said, leaning over to kiss his cheek. He didn't like Nott and Pansy, but he could tell Draco did, or at least that he cared about them. He didn't want his husband to have to give that up.
Draco blushed and then hefted Valen up with his arms and lay him in the cot.
Hermione smiled at both Harry and Draco and then hopped lightly of the bed. "I suppose we'll let you get to sleep, or have your alone time, or whatever it is," she said with a small laugh. She grabbed Ron by the arm. "Just glad you two are all right."
Harry smiled in return. "We're all right," he confirmed.
Draco nodded and sat on the edge of the bed.
Hermione nodded too and pulled Ron out of the room. He called a hasty, "Night!" before the door was closed behind them.
Draco sat patiently waiting to see what Harry would say or do now.
Harry sighed, scooted up behind Draco, and pulled his husband back so that he was resting against Harry's chest. "It's crazy how she does that, eh?" he said.
"Yes, pretty remarkable," Draco agreed, sighing happily into Harry's embrace.
"I think it's how she puts up with Ron," Harry continued in an amused tone. "She knows how to change people's minds."
"Ah," Draco said, rubbing his head against Harry's chest where he lay against him, hoping his husband would get the hint and play with his hair.
Harry smiled and snorted quietly, bringing his hand up to run it through the silky strands.
"Ahh," Draco sighed at the touch. "You once promised me to never stop playing with my hair."
"That I did," Harry agreed.
"And you always keep your promises," Draco said, sighing happily into his husband's caresses.
"Yes," Harry agreed, still smiling.
Chapter Title: Understanding Friends
Words: 2665 Words
Draco managed to find an empty classroom and leaned against the wall inside, quickly unfastening his trousers and sliding his hand in with a sigh. This had been an ongoing problem for him during school before, but the Patronuses had been more intense than he could handle. He closed his eyes, resting his head against the wall as he pulled on his erection, trying to bring himself off quickly so he could return to class.
"You never could control your reaction to magic," a woman's voice purred beside him.
Draco startled. He eyes flew open and his hand froze.
Pansy laughed. "Want some help with that?" she asked.
"Get away from me," he growled.
She stepped closer, reaching her hand for the front of his trousers. "You used to have me help when you got this way," she insisted.
Draco grabbed her wrist with his silver hand. "I said not to touch me," he hissed.
“You aren’t still mad about yesterday?” she asked.
Draco pulled his hand out and stepped away from her, letting go. "You mean for nearly destroying both my marriage with Harry and my friendship with Theo?" he asked.
"Aww, the potion was just a nudge, Draco," she said. "You know you wanted Theo, I could see it. Hell, even your Potter could see it."
"I will not debate this with you," he hissed. "You are bloody lucky we didn't report you and have you thrown out."
"Well, why didn't you?" she asked, following him.
"Don't push it anymore, Pansy," Draco warned. "I still could."
"Not very Slytherin, Draco, going to the school like that for an in-House issue," she complained.
"We aren't students any more," he said, coldly. "Grow up. And leave me and my family alone." He'd managed to make his way to the door and opened it, striding back. His arousal was gone now. And he didn't realise he hadn't refastened his trousers until he was already back in the room.
Harry had been trying to get Valen to say 'kitty' again. He looked to his side when Draco was there and gave him a single eyebrow waggle. "You good now?" he asked.
Draco glanced around to make sure no one was really looking. Unfortunately, several people were. He sighed and refastened his trousers anyway, trying not to blush as he did.
Harry grinned, looking down as Draco did his trousers up. "Guess so," he said, answering his own question.
Draco rolled his eyes. "So what have I missed?"
"Not much," Harry replied. "Some more tell-me-now-looks from Hermione and Ron. I guess we probably do look like a couple of mad people."
Draco nodded, grateful that few people knew of his 'problem’ with Harry's magic. Pansy, Theo and Blaise had known he was a sensitive. It wasn't something he shared with most people. And the sexual component of it, even fewer.
Harry nodded too, turning back to face Remus at the front of the class.
***
Draco stayed close to Harry the rest of the day and surprised a few people when he sat with his husband at the Gryffindor table. There was a lot of whispering going on and from what he caught, most of it about their Patronus display. He tried to focus his attention on feeding bits of mashed potato to his son, though Valen did still mostly need Harry. It was a messy process and Draco was once again grateful he was good at Cleaning Charms.
Harry could hardly believe Valen. He was teething, had said his first word, and was eating real food. All at bloody once. He was too focused on the baby to really worry about what anyone else was saying and was glad Draco had sat with him, mostly because he didn't trust Pansy. He didn't trust Nott, either, but mostly her.
"Do you two want to come up in our room and talk?" he asked Ron and Hermione as they all were making their way up to the tower.
"Well, it would be rather nice to know what's going on," Hermione answered, throwing them a sideways look.
"Especially after yesterday," Ron frowned.
Draco nodded, letting Valen teethe on his silver fingers. Drool dripped onto his sleeve and he made a face at the child.
Harry sighed, nodding as well.
When they had made their way to the Common Room, Hermione was the one that led them up the boys' staircase and into Harry and Draco's room. Harry closed the door behind everyone and then moved to sit on the bed. Hermione did, too, and crossed her legs under herself while Ron leaned against the near wall.
Draco sat leaning up against the headboard with Harry. He fished the teething ring out of the baby's cot and tried to switch his fingers for it. Valen protested with a shriek and Draco relented with a sigh.
Ron and Hermione both looked at Harry and Draco expectantly.
"What do you want to know?" Harry asked.
Hermione frowned at him. "Well, we've been worried," she said. "This morning you were.... And now you seem...."
"Fine," Ron finished.
"Well, I do feel a lot better than I did this morning," Harry said.
Draco smiled, blushing and not looking up at that.
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "So you are fine?" she asked. "Both of you?"
"I feel okay," Harry answered with a small smile himself.
"It was the potion and Harry was able to burn it out of my system," Draco said. "And the potion had some strange side effects when combined with the binding."
Hermione looked to Draco. "I thought something was strange," she said. "Under a love potion as strong as Amortentia it was a wonder you even paid attention to anyone other than Theo Nott."
Draco frowned at the infant gnawing on his silver fingers. Just because they were silver didn't make it comfortable. "Son, can I have my fingers back?" he asked the infant who just gnawed harder. Draco tried to turn his attention back to the discussion. "I think we learnt something about Harry's magic we didn't know before," he said. "That it can't be overwhelmed by a potion, even one that powerful. The two combined and it was ... decidedly uncomfortable."
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "It hurt?" she asked.
"It made me angry," Draco answered. "There were conflicting emotions that were too much like how I felt before Harry and I got together."
"And that's why you were acting like that," Hermione said, nodding.
Harry frowned, not mentioning the other things that Draco had said.
"I wanted to go to Theo, badly," Draco admitted, looking down at the bed. "But I was also still caught, not only by the compulsion, but with my feelings toward Harry as well. It was like a war inside."
Hermione glanced at Harry as Draco spoke. He was frowning, but not angry.
Ron made a strange face from where he stood. "So, was it Nott that slipped you the potion?" he asked, sounding almost annoyed.
Hermione rolled her eyes at this.
"No," Draco said. "It was Pansy."
Ron seemed disappointed.
"I told you, Ron," said Hermione. "He's been trying to get me to let him hex Nott all day," she explained.
He scowled at her.
Harry's eyes widened. "Why?" he asked Ron.
"Well - well - because," Ron spluttered.
"It was going to be on your behalf," Hermione said to Harry and Draco.
Harry couldn't help but be slightly amused at how far they had all come since they were last at Hogwarts. Ron had gone from trying to fight Harry for being with 'Malfoy' to protecting and being concerned about their relationship.
"While I appreciate the sentiment," Draco said, smiling, "I would rather there was no retaliation for this."
Harry nodded in agreement. "I'm not going to pretend like I'm not still pissed off," he said, "but it's pointless to start anything. It's done and Draco and I are fine."
"You're sure?" Hermione said, looking concerned. Harry wondered just how bad he had looked that morning for his friends to be so worried.
"Theo was not to blame. And Pansy, well, she has her reasons. I don't justify her behaviour, but I would rather handle it myself," Draco explained.
Ron frowned. "Yeah, well, Theo was-"
Harry shook his head, knowing what Ron was going to say. He didn't feel like getting into all of that again. And the fact that Nott had been coming on to Draco still brought a twinge of anger. He simply couldn't help it.
Draco sighed. "Nott was a close friend and he has lost a lot," he explained. "He wasn't doing anything in that storeroom that I didn't ask him to do."
Hermione nodded. "I suppose if Pansy did it, then it's really not his fault," she said.
"He and I talked last week and had come to an agreement about things," Draco said. "I think Pansy was angry about that."
Harry looked at Draco. "You didn't tell me that," he said.
Draco didn't look at his husband but nodded.
Harry stared at Draco curiously.
"My only question is: Why did they try to kill us?" said Ron, eyebrows high on his forehead. "If, you know, they're your friends."
"I ... was wondering about that as well," Hermione said, staring at Draco.
Draco sighed. "Blaise told them that I was under Harry's control. He described our binding as something like a cross between a Love Spell and an Imperius Curse," he explained. "Which, in some ways, it is."
"Doesn't mean I'm using it that way," Harry muttered.
Draco took a deep breath. "They believed that if Harry was killed, it would end the binding on me," he said. "Which is also true. They didn't know how I felt about Harry before the binding. That had been my secret."
"Well, I think it's rather stupid of them," said Ron bitterly.
Hermione sighed. "It was perhaps rash," she said delicately, speaking to Ron, "but you and I would've done anything for Harry if we'd thought he was under something like that. I don't think we would've tried to get anyone killed, but I can sort of see their reasoning."
"Yes," Draco agreed with her. "I had been publicly dating Pansy and secretly involved with Theo. Then suddenly, at the beginning of sixth year, I dropped them both. At the end of that year, in which I had been acting strangely to them, I am suddenly bound by Harry. Look at it from their viewpoint."
"Like I said," said Hermione, "I can see the reasoning. I don't agree with what they did, but I understand it."
"The potion is a different thing," said Ron.
There was where Harry agreed. He gave a small nod.
"I explained to Theo some of how I feel about Harry and that I wanted him to accept it," Draco said. "I hadn't talked with Pansy. And I don't think Theo would tell Pansy without my permission. She still didn't know any different from what Blaise had told her."
"At the very least," said Harry, his voice unpleasant even though he wasn't purposely making it so, "it was the wrong way to handle things. Both situations were handled the wrong way. Both could've got Draco hurt. And so I'm angry that it happened." He didn't add that Nott and Pansy were lucky he wasn't more than that, or that he wasn't going to act on his feelings.
"I don't blame you for that, Harry," said Hermione. "I agree that it wasn't handled correctly."
"Only by your ideals of correct," Draco said. "It made sense to them and from how they were raised."
Harry lifted an eyebrow. "You don't act that way," he said. He refused to believe that Pansy and Nott could both think that killing an entire group of people and using an illegal potion was acceptable behaviour. He didn't care how they'd been raised.
Draco shrugged, remembering doing some pretty awful things before he'd finally confessed his feelings to Harry. "Not anymore," he said.
"I think what he means," said Hermione, seeming to get what Draco was saying, "is that some things would probably affect them a lot less than they might us. They have to know it's wrong to kill people, but are perhaps ... more immune to the ... guilt, having been, well, raised to be Death Eaters. And, like Draco just said, he's not always been the way he is now."
Harry frowned.
Draco nodded, smiling at her. Odd sometimes that Granger understood him so well. "Apparently, it upset Pansy and Theo enough that they didn't join the Death Eaters," he said. "They hadn't known it could get me killed, too."
Harry was still frowning. "Well, it doesn't mean that I'm ready to be best mates with either of them." he said.
Ron nodded.
Hermione sighed. "No one said you had to," she said. "I'm just trying to see the possible motives for their actions. Was it right? No. But maybe they didn't really think about it. Especially if that's the way they're used to doing things. Don't take what I'm saying to mean that you should go and make friends, I'm just trying to see the logical side of it."
"Thank you," Draco said to her. "I don't think they are beyond learning, any more than I was."
Hermione nodded. "I don't see why not."
Harry sighed. He couldn't disagree, so he didn't.
Draco looked at the now sleeping child in his arms and then to his husband, a small smile on his face. "Thank you," he said to him.
Harry looked at Draco and couldn't help but smile at him. "Anything, love," he said, leaning over to kiss his cheek. He didn't like Nott and Pansy, but he could tell Draco did, or at least that he cared about them. He didn't want his husband to have to give that up.
Draco blushed and then hefted Valen up with his arms and lay him in the cot.
Hermione smiled at both Harry and Draco and then hopped lightly of the bed. "I suppose we'll let you get to sleep, or have your alone time, or whatever it is," she said with a small laugh. She grabbed Ron by the arm. "Just glad you two are all right."
Harry smiled in return. "We're all right," he confirmed.
Draco nodded and sat on the edge of the bed.
Hermione nodded too and pulled Ron out of the room. He called a hasty, "Night!" before the door was closed behind them.
Draco sat patiently waiting to see what Harry would say or do now.
Harry sighed, scooted up behind Draco, and pulled his husband back so that he was resting against Harry's chest. "It's crazy how she does that, eh?" he said.
"Yes, pretty remarkable," Draco agreed, sighing happily into Harry's embrace.
"I think it's how she puts up with Ron," Harry continued in an amused tone. "She knows how to change people's minds."
"Ah," Draco said, rubbing his head against Harry's chest where he lay against him, hoping his husband would get the hint and play with his hair.
Harry smiled and snorted quietly, bringing his hand up to run it through the silky strands.
"Ahh," Draco sighed at the touch. "You once promised me to never stop playing with my hair."
"That I did," Harry agreed.
"And you always keep your promises," Draco said, sighing happily into his husband's caresses.
"Yes," Harry agreed, still smiling.