There Is A Thin Line Between Hate And Love

Disclaimer: Not mine. Please don‘t sue I don‘t have any money
Pairing: (At long last) Harry/Draco
Author: Catium
Beta: Moi
Rating: PG – 13
Word Count: 5428 words
Genre: Romance/ Drama.
Status: In Progress.
Warnings: Language. Smut.

Summary: What happens when that thin line between hate and love starts to disappear? Starts in the Half Blood Prince then moves on to year 7. The Deathly Hallows never happened.
Draco is exposed.

Author’s note: The third last chapter. Quite exciting I think. Love to hear your opinion. Thanks to everyone that have read or/and reviewed

Chapter 17 – Exposed

On Sunday morning, February 15’th Draco and Harry woke up rather late. Both tired from the night before. When they came down to the Great Hall during lunch Hermione waved them over to where she and Ron were sitting.

“Finally!” She said as they sat down next to her and Ron. “I thought you were planning on sleeping all day, you didn’t even come in that late last night.”

“Maybe not!” Ron said sounding a bit embarrassed. “But they sure as hell stayed up in Harry’s bed.”

“How do you know that?” Harry asked a bit shocked. He and Draco had in fact continued their lovemaking in Harry’s secure, silence spelled, locked bed, this time changing positions so Harry was on top.

“I really liked that and Draco seemed to enjoy being the bottom maybe I won’t have to change position with him again I hope not... Wait... did we put a silencing spell up?” Harry thought. “We were pretty excited when we got back up to the dormitory. We locked but did we...”

“Oh damn.” Harry said out loud. “We forgot to put on the Silencing spell!” He looked at his seatmates. Hermione was a bit pale, Ron had blushed furiously and Draco was smirking.

“This is not funny Draco what if someone besides Ron heard us you realise what might happen?”

Draco clearly realised it and his smirk died on his lips and he went pale.

“Don’t worry.” Ron said through clenched teethes. “When I woke up and heard you, I grabbed my wand and put up a silencing spell around your bed Harry. Everyone else was asleep so I don’t think they heard anything. They would probably had said something if they did.”

“Thank you Ron.” Draco said, still pale as a ghost.

“Are you all right Draco?” Harry asked concerned. “You needn’t worry, I honestly think someone would had said something already if they heard us. Just like Ron said.”

“I am not worried” Draco said then he winced and grabbed his upper left arm.

“What’s wrong Draco?” Harry asked.

Draco stood up abruptly and loudly, then he gasped, clearly in pain. His commotion had drawn some attention and the normally chatty Great Hall had gone silent people staring at Draco surprised.

“Draco?” Harry said now panicking slightly.

Draco’s eyes widened and he stared at the wall in front of him, like he was seeing something no one else could. He had now gone beyond pale and was wobbling slightly. All of sudden he flinched and breathed out.

“He knows!”

Then Draco fainted, collapsing on the floor in the Great Hall.

“DRACO!” Harry screamed. Everyone started muttering excited, except for Harry, Ron, Hermione, the Teachers and Harry noticed, Draco’s former mates in Slytherin. Claudia stood up and ran towards her brother kneeling next to him

McGonagall stood up and gave out an order. “Everyone is to go to their dorms straightaway and stay there until further notice. Prefects make sure everyone goes to their respective houses.” Then she talked under her breath to the teachers, who left the Hall through the teacher doors, except for her and Remus. They came running towards Harry, Ron, Hermione and Claudia.

“What happened?” Remus asked as they to a halt came next to the Trio, Claudia and Draco.

“He got all pale and winched like he was in pain. Then he grabbed his upper left arm rushed up and said “He knows!” Then he fainted.” Hermione quickly explained.

“He said, he knows?” McGonagall asked.

“Yes!” Harry half screamed. “Bloody fucking hell!”

For once McGongall didn’t remind him on language. She went pale and gasped. “Severus! Oh Merlin help us. He was called to a Death Eater meeting this morning. You Know Who wanted a report on his and Draco’s process. He must have known then.”

The Trio, Claudia and Remus just stared at her.

“Wake Draco up quickly.” She ordered.

Remus dragged out his wand and did a spell that woke Draco up from his faint.

“What happened?” Draco asked confused. Then he remembered and stood up. “He knows!” He said again.

“We know Mr. Malfoy.” McGongall said dryly. “We are going to your mother’s quarters. Hurry up.” Then she turned and walked out of the Great Hall.

The rest of the group followed soon Draco asking.

“Why are we going there?”

“Because that is where Severus has flooed to, after every Death Eater meeting recently. If he is back he will be there.”

“Why?” Draco asked.

“He and your mother are friends.”

“Is he at a meeting now?”

“Yes and if there is anything to go by you fainting it is not going to well. Let’s just pray he’s there.”


After five minutes they were in front of the painting to Narcissa’s room. McGonagall gave out the password and stormed in, everyone following her.

Narcissa clearly surprised at seeing all this people stared at them and asked.

“McGonagall what is going on?”

“Is Severus back?”

“No but the meetings often take a long time and...”

“He knows.” McGongall interrupted her.

“What?” Narcissa said shocked.

All of sudden the fireplace burst into green flame and through it fell a very bloody, beaten up and ragged Severus Snape the fire went normal again and Snape in a violent cough fit managed to choke up few words.

“He knows!”

“We know.” McGonagall said and getting her suspicion completely confirmed, her frown disappeared and she looked really old. She sat down into Narcissa’s couch and covered her face in her hands muttering.

“Remus fix him up.” Pointing towards Snape.

Remus drew out his wand working it over Snape muttering spells under his breath. Narcissa stared at this in shock and when Remus had finished to fix Snape, Snape managed to sit up, still on the floor, and lean against one of the arm chairs. She asked Snape.

“How?”

“Evidently the Dark Lord had been suspicious for a while. Finding it peculiar that my and Draco were receiving so little information despite being very close to the people in the inmost circle of the Order. Then Pancy Parkinson and most of the other seven year Slytherin’s came to him, telling him they had a suspicion that Draco wasn’t as loyal to Him as it seemed. Telling Him about that how friendly Draco and the Trio looked, even too friendly for it to be an act. The Dark Lord got them to spy on Draco. Last night Millicent Bulstrode was spying on Draco and saw him and Harry come out from the Room of Requirement. Looking rather dishevelled. And then she saw them kiss. And even as thick of a person as Millicent drew the conclusion that if Draco was snogging Harry Potter then he had clearly turned from the Dark Lord’s believes. She told Parkinson and the rest about this and they drew the same conclusion so did the Dark Lord. Then he called me to a meeting. I showed up and realised something was wrong. Everyone was there. And to make a long story a bit shorter, they tortured me, then The Dark Lord interrogated me using Legilimency and now he knows. Everything. When he knew this, I thought he would kill me. But he got Wormtail to watch me and left muttering something about treachery being punished. I passed out and when I woke up again escaping from Wormtail was pretty easy.” Snape finished his story breathing out and then saying. “The only thing I don’t get is Miss Bulstrode claiming to see Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter kissing. It’s absu...”

“It is not absurd.” Draco interrupted him. He had been standing next to Harry through Snape’s story and now he grabbed Harry’s hand. “My and Harry are a couple. Have been since shortly before Christmas.” Draco looked his mother in the eyes. “I love him and he loves me.”

Harry could see Remus smiling, McGongall looked amazed, clearly not seeing this coming, Snape’s mouth was open in surprise and Narcissa looked a bit terrified.

“Your father is going to go insane. You are his only heir, the last Malfoy Male. You are supposed to continue the family line. How are you going to do that if you are gay?”

Draco was going to say something back when a tap on the window could be heard. Outside of it a raven was flying, a letter and a package tied to his leg.

“What now?” Narcissa said and ran towards the window and opened it. She quickly unfastened the letter and package, the raven flew off.

“Who on earth uses a raven to transfer the post?” Harry asked Ron, Hermione and Draco.

“Dad told me once.” Ron said. “That no animal can bear being near the Dementors. Except for ravens, they are so closely connected to Dark Magic that they can handle Dark Magic Creatures. And since Dementors have watched Azkaban since forever, Azkaban uses ravens instead of owls."

Narcissa had read the inscription on the envelope and now she said.

“Draco it is for you.”

Draco walked to his mother and took the envelope and package. He ripped the envelope open and took out the letter reading it hurriedly. For the second time in half an hour Draco went as pale as a ghost.

“What is it?” Narcissa asked.

“Well mother.” Draco said his voice sounding tight like he had to force it through a lump in his throat. “You need not worry about Father going insane when he finds out about me being gay. This is from Azkaban. Voldemort paid it a little visit a few hours ago. He broke out his few followers left there. Then He went to father’s cell and apparently He told father about my treachery, before torturing him, brutally for almost an hour and then He killed him. Father is dead.” He said sounding emotionless.

Narcissa gave out a low yelp and then she started crying, sounding grieve stricken. Snape stood up and took Narcissa into his arms, shushing her, soothing and given her low words of comfort. Claudia stood there like in shock.

“Father.” she said in a low voice.

Hermione saw that Claudia’s shock was wearing off and she grabbed her in a hug whispering.

“It’s going to be all right. Everything is going to be O.K.”

Claudia started crying silently into Hermione robe.

Draco kneeled on the floor and opened up the package he had received from Azkaban along with the letter, taking out its content, looking at it silently.

Harry kneeled next to him on the floor. “What is this?” he asked Draco.

“It’s my father’s personal belongings. The things he had on when they arrested him. He knew they were coming for him you see. So he put on the family cloak, had the family ring with our family signet on and of course like always had his cane, also carried through generations of Malfoys.” Draco stood up like in a trance, took his things and walked towards what Harry assumed was a spare bedroom in Narcissa’s quarters. H arrywas going to go after him but Ron took his shoulder shaking his head.

“Leave him for a while. Some people need to be alone with their grieve. We can check on him after a while.”

Narcissa’s cries had subdued a bit and she pulled herself out of Snape’s arm.

“The fools we have been. We honestly thought we would get away with betraying the Dark Lord. We were so confident that we had tricked him that we were not careful enough. And now he knows. And my dearest Lucius is dead.” She looked at the other people in the room. “You might have a hard time believing this but I really did love him once. When we met in Hogwarts he was a charming man. Throughout the years he changed but I kept on loving the man he used to be, it did not matter that he cheated on me and I had a love affair. Did not matter that he treated my horribly afterwards. It was not until the Dark Lord returned that I saw him as the monster he had become. When the Dark Lord returned, his behaviour got far worse and finally I saw. I was honestly glad when he got arrested. I hoped that Azkaban might turn him into the man he used to be. But now he is dead.”

“You are fooling yourself Narcissa.” Snape said. “He was only charming in front of you. So he could snare you as his wife. Lucius Malfoy was and has always been insidious, scheming, sneaky and overall a cheap person. The world is a better place without him.”

“You should not speak ill of the dead, uncle Severus.” Claudia snapped at him.

“And lying about his person is better?” Snape asked her.

“No I suppose you are right.” Claudia said.

“He is right.” Narcissa said. “But despite his nature he was loved by his family. He will be grieved. But now...” Narcissa turned to McGongall.

“What will happen now?” She asked McGongall.

“Well The Dark Lord has revenged the treachery up to a point, but no traitor has gone off betraying him this easily. He can’t touch you, Claudia or Draco but now he must be planning a bigger revenge soon. With our only spy exposed we know nothing about what he will do and there is nothing we can do until he makes his move, only wait. The media is probably going to find out about this soon about your son’s and Snape’s treachery and about Lucius’s death. You should expect letters Narcissa, and they are probably not going to be pretty. So should you Mr. Malfoy.” McGonagall said and upon not seeing Draco she asked.

“Where is Mr. Malfoy?”

“He eh...” Harry began.

“We will fetch him.” Hermione said. “Come on.” She said to Harry and Ron and together they walked to Narcissa’s spare bedroom.

Hermione knocked and opened the door.

“Draco?” she asked then her eyes widened in shock then she gasped and put a hand over her mouth.

“What is it?” Harry asked then he saw what Hermione was staring at and for a second he thought he had seen a ghost.


On the opposite side of the dim lit room a man was standing in front of a mirror staring himself in the eyes. He had a long blond hair, he was wearing the Malfoy family cloak on his left ring finger he was wearing the ring with the Malfoy family signet and in his right hand the familiar cane with the Snake head. On the bed there was an abandoned wand. That man bore a striking semblance to Lucius Malfoy.

Hermione removed the hand from her mouth whispering. “Lucius Malfoy? No it can’t be you are dead.”

Harry was staring at the man who looked almost like Lucius. Then he noticed that the person was a bit shorter than he remembered Lucius and as the light fell through the doors on the persons face Harry saw facial features that were similar to Lucius but not the same and that were familiar to him.

“Draco?” Harry asked in a low voice. The only reaction he got that Draco stopped staring himself in the eyes and pointed his eyes on their reflections behind him in the mirror. “What are you doing?”

“Everyone has told me for years that I am exactly like my father. His clone. If I was a bit taller and had longer hair we would be almost like identical twins. I wanted to see if they were right so I put this clothes that he wore when he was arrested, the cloak, the ring and put my wand in his cane. That is his wand.” Draco explained and pointed at the wand on the bed. “Then I lengthened my hair using a spell and looked in the mirror. I looked for quite the long time and after a while I was not sure if it was me or my father’s reflection staring back at me. Then you came and I knew. I am just like my father. In every way. So I should follow my family’s tradition. I do not know if you know this but there have not been men in the Malfoy family for century’s that have not either been a dark wizard or followed one. Also a Malfoy man has not died a natural cause since the 14’th century. They have either been killed or committed a ritual suicide when realising they would die in a matter of minutes or hours. And no Malfoy has ever betrayed the dark wizard they followed so spectacularly or gone so far on the good side. At least not one that is mentioned in the family story books. Every Malfoy who ever had a trace of kindness in him was usually out casted from the family and all trace of him ever being alive erased from the family story. That should have been done to me. But I am the last Malfoy. There is no one else left. My mother is only a Malfoy by the name and my sister is not a real Malfoy. I am it. So I should follow the tradition. I cannot outcast myself from the family. According to tradition you cannot quit being a Malfoy, another Malfoy has to outcast you. So the only thing left...is to die...young...murdered...like my ancestors. “The traditions have to be followed Draco”. My father used to say. “The day we stop following the Malfoy traditions we stop being Malfoy’s.” Draco stopped looking at the mirror, turned around and looked them in the eyes and Harry could see tears in his eyes. “I am a Malfoy. Traditions have to be followed. I am going to call my Lord and floo to meet him. He can then kill me and I will have followed the tradition. Maybe even join my ancestors without feeling shame.”

Harry just stared at Draco. He didn’t know what to say. Draco had clearly lost it. On his left side he could hear Ron mutter.

“He has lost it. Bloody hell.”

To Harry’s surprise Hermione stepped forwards and slapped Draco. Draco winched and seemed to wake from the trance like state he had been in.

“Ouch. Why did you do that for?” He asked rubbing his cheek.

“Tradition? Die young? Summoning You Know How? Let him kill you? WHAT THE FUCK DRACO?” She screamed.
“What?” Draco asked alarmed by how furious Hermione was.

“That is what you were talking about. You went on and on about your ancestors. About them dying young and you should follow the tradition and that you were a Malfoy and blah blah blah. I’ve actually read your family story books. The ones that have been published. And what I’ve learned from them is that ultimately what you Malfoys care most about is self-preservation. And that won’t be any of that if you kill yourself. So snap out of it.”

Draco shook his head a bit confused then it seemed like he remembered what he said in that trance of his and he shook his head again. Then he smirked and started half laughing half crying lowly.

“He has lost it.” Ron muttered.

Harry rushed forward and hugged Draco and Draco sobbed into his shoulder.

“I hated the bastard for how he treated me and everyone around him. I should be glad the world is finally rid of his presence so why do I feel like this? Why do I go around talking about committing suicide and generally just saying stuff that sound like the brainwashing bullshit my father used to force into me when I was younger? Why Harry?”

“I think it is natural that you should grieve for your father even if he wasn’t the nicest to you. He was your father after all and I think that you always hold a special place in your heart to your parents even if you never knew them or if they treated you badly. I also think it was the shock of knowing your father is dead. Your brain in the shock automatically looks up the things you know best. And you have told me more than once and more than twice that you did learn your father’s brainwashing bullshit by rote although now you are trying to forget it.”

Draco broke the embrace and dried his face.

“You know what Harry? I think you are right. But now what I need to do is to snap out of it!” He said and Hermione blushed a bit.

“Sorry about that.” She apologised.

“It is fine Hermione. I had a little mental break down there for a minute but I feel a lot better. And know I really need to take these off because I think when I put them on my father possessed me.” Draco gestured at his father’s clothes he was wearing. “If you will maybe give me five minutes I will be out there in a second.”

The Trio left the room and after couple a minutes Draco came out still looking a tad bit paler than usual otherwise fine.

“Finally Mr. Malfoy.” McGonagall said. “I was just telling your mother that you should all expect a pretty rough couple of next days. When the Daily Prophet finds out about this you will probably get a lot of hate mail and hopefully some non-hate mail too. That also extends to you Harry.”


And McGonagall was right. The next day the Daily Prophet posted the whole story, terribly accurate and of course written by Rita Skeeter. Almost everything that had happened since before Dumbledore’s death was revealed there, from Snape and Draco’s treachery, to his and Harry’s relationship and even Claudia’s identity and Narcissa’s affair was mentioned and in the end Skeeter of course doubted that Draco had turned from You Know Who and even suggested that he had Harry under the Impero using Harry as his sex slave. The responses were immediate. Owls started raining in over Harry, Draco, Narcissa and even Claudia. In the evening right before dinner, three days later the Trio, Draco, Claudia and Narcissa were sitting in Narcissa’s parlour at her quarters, going through and burning the letters.

“Damn!” Draco said desperate. “When McGonagall is right she is right. Check this out.” and then he read out loud.

“You are an evil bastard that should rot in hell just like your father. I do not believe it for one second that you have turned away from You Know Who. If you have any dignity you will take the Imperius curse of Harry Potter and stop forcing him to be your sex slave. This person clearly read Rita Skeeter’s article letter through letter.” Draco took up few more letters. “They are almost all like this. Die you little ferret die. You slimy two faced git. You should rot in Azkaban. Hopefully our Lord will punish you severely. You will beg for death when the Dark Lord is through with you. Some of them sound like the person writing them asked you for an advice on how to insult me Ron.” Draco said smirking at Ron.

“Sorry I just guess a lot of people feel the same way, like I just to feel.” Ron said.

“Well they are not all negative.” Hermione said.”Here is one addressed to Harry. I believe your boyfriend has seen the error if his ways and turned to the light side and when you look at his family history it is an achievement, really. What he did before doesn’t matter anymore. He has redeemed himself for planning to kill Dumbledore with not doing it and then joining the light. I am glad on your behalf for finally finding someone to share your life with and it looks like he generally loves you. Congratulations. But that is one of the few ones I’ve come across.”

“Mine are pretty much the same. People are begging me to break free from the Imperius curse. Few are congratulating me. But those are really few.” Harry claimed.

“Mine are mostly people congratulating me on not being genetically related to the Malfoy’s and now I should change my surname and deny my family and then maybe I can be accepted into the good and normal magic society.” Claudia said quietly.

“You should not be reading those.” Narcissa said harshly and took the letter Claudia had in her hands and threw it into the fire. “You should just burn them right away.”

“I am not Harry. I am not just to receiving fan mails all the time. It is kind of fun reading them.” Draco said as he opened one. He frowned Harry noticed and then he looked like he got furious.

“You all right amour?” Harry asked him using Draco’s secret pet name that was French for love. They had started doing this the day after the article came out, so they could call each other pet names more freely around other people after discovering that few people in school spoke any French, without risking people harassing them for showing affection in public.

“No I am not all right but thanks for care chéri.” Draco said using Harry’s secret pet name that was French for darling.

“French Draco really?” His mother asked him.

“Well we are French originally.” Draco spat out.

“What is wrong Draco what did the letter said?” Harry asked him wanting to know what had gotten Draco so pissed off.

“I do not have anything against people calling me names but it is too much when they start attacking you, mother and Claudia.” Draco said furious. “This is it!” Draco stood up abruptly and rushed to his mother’s spare bedroom. He came out after two minutes fully dressed in his father’s clothes, wearing the cloak, carrying the ring on his finger and holding the cane.

“Draco what?” Harry asked.

“Come on all of you.” Draco ordered.

“Draco what are you going to do?” Narcissa asked.

“I am ending this bullshit!” Draco said and he rushed out of the door of Narcissa’s chambers. The others quickly followed him and they made their way in haste towards the Great Hall.

In the Great Hall dinner was on full time and most if not all of the student and teacher population was there. When they came to the closed door of the Hall Draco used a spell that threw the doors magnificently open. When the doors banged in the wall the Hall went dead quit. Draco stormed in, his robs billowing behind him giving him a resemblance to Snape. Followed by Harry, Hermione, Ron, Claudia and last Narcissa, Draco walked fast between the House tables. Everyone was staring at him. When he passed the space in the Gryffindor table where he and Harry usually ate and saw the letters waiting there for him he took his wand out from the hollow in his father’s cane and yelled. “Incendio!” The letters burst out in flames and few of the students screamed. He came to the teachers table at alarming speed and instead of stopping in front of it he jumped up on the teachers table and did another spell that send all the food, dishes and other small things in the Great Hall flying.

“MR. MALFOY!” McGonagall screamed outraged.

“Now that I have got your attention.” Draco said in a loud voice looking over the Hall, He then looked at McGonagall and said. “Sorry about this professor I just need a few minutes then I will behave.” McGonagall was so flabbergast that she waved her hand probably indicating for Draco to go on. “Now that I have got your undivided attention I would like to say few words. First of all. Sorry about your food. It was just in case if someone had not noticed my entrance and letter burning. Second of all I assume that most of you have either read or heard about the Daily Prophet article. I want to tell you know that most of it is true. But not everything. I did have a part in planning Dumbledore’s murder and he did know about it and therefore did not put up a fight to protect himself from being killed by Snape. He was dying anyway. I also, like it is put in the article, “Saw the error of my way.” And went to the Order. Everything said about the plan was also true.” Draco looked over at the Slytherin table and stared at his former friends when he said the next words. “I have in fact turned from You Know Who and joined the light side as it is generally called. That stuff about the secret Order of the Phoenix is true. I went there for protection and so on and so forth. Well to make a really long story short, then most of the article is true. Someone on You Know Who’s side gave Rita Skeeter the information and he got all of it from You Know Who whom again got it from Severus Snape through torture and Legilimency. Since Snape has been in the middle of things he knows most of what has been going on. Forthly. My and Harry are a couple. And no he’s not under the Imperio.” Draco heard someone snort in the Hall. “I can prove it.” Draco said and took out his wand. “Finite Incantatum! How do you feel chéri?” He asked Harry.

Everyone’s attention turned to Harry. Harry realised what exactly Draco was doing. This might not turn the opinion of the whole Wizarding World but at least it would make life bearable for them in school. Harry shrugged and said. “The same amour. What do you know I wasn’t under the Imperius curse fancy that!”

Then he went and started climbing on the teacher table. Draco gave him a hand and pulled him up. When Harry stood there next to Draco holding his hand Draco continued.

“Finally.” And he lifted up his left sleeve revealing the Dark Mark. A gasp could be heard from the students and even from some of the teachers. “I never wanted this!” Draco said looking over the Great Hall. “He would have killed my mother and sister if I had not done His bidding. I did not have a choice on planning Dumbledore’s murder. This was maybe something that would have wanted in the past. But for the longest time now. Four years to be exact I have pretended to support You Know How. Kind of did not have a choice. You might remember my father. A bit taller than me, looked like me, only had a longer hair, used to wear these clothes, a huge supporter of You Know Who. Well if I would have stopped pretending I supported the Dark Lords Ideas he would have killed me.” People in the hall started muttering. “You heard me. My own father would have killed me. You have no idea how corruptive it is supporting the Dark Lord. All trace of humanity disappears after few years. I did not want that, and I also did not want to die. So I lied for years.” He looked at Hermione. “Self-preservation some might call it, and I do. Then when the change rose. When I saw a way out I grabbed it. It came a bit too late though. I was already marked. But I sought the Order of the Phoenix out, told them my story and they believed me. Harry Potter YOUR SAVIOUR!” Draco screamed. “Your saviour believed me. And now we are together. You might think. He swished sides once what is to stop him from doing it again? I will tell you. My place is next to the person I love.” Draco turned away to the audience and looked Harry in the eyes and said loudly. “And I love you Harry Potter.” Then he kissed Harry hard. Harry responded eagerly, happy to finally being able to express his affection in public.

The Great Hall was silent and people watch amazed as Harry Potter clearly not under any curse let alone the Imperio kissed Draco Malfoy happily. Then someone started applauding. Soon another person chimed in, and another, and another. Soon most of the Great Hall was applauding some people whistling.

Harry broke the kiss slowly and smiled at Draco whispering.

“I think they believe you.”

Draco smiled at him back, already looking forward of stop receiving “fan” mail.

“I think you are right.”

TBC

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http://www.misticshores.com/files/Calif/38011.jpg The Malfoy family coat of arm which is also the signet on the family ring that looks like this http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41-M9h3QGiL._SL500_AA280_.jpg the signet also has the words S’ils te mordent, mords les which is French and means If they bite thee, bite them.