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Complications
Chapter Number/Total: 2/44
Chapter Title: Complications
Words: 3016 Words
Draco awoke on his side, with Harry curled around his back, cock pressed against Draco's arse. He would have pushed back against it, but he was also suddenly aware of the Mediwitch standing next to the bed. She harrumphed and he smiled a bit sheepishly.
Harry slept on, not knowing that anyone else was in the room with them.
"Good morning, Mr Malfoy," she said stiffly. "I am here to discuss your treatment."
Draco smirked, one eyebrow raised. "Sure, go right ahead."
She frowned and looked at Harry. "Maybe your ... guest ... should leave?"
Harry subconsciously tightened his hold around Draco's middle and actually let out a rather loud snore. He'd been so exhausted for the past week at least that he was sleeping very hard.
Draco chuckled. He met the woman's eyes with a calm expression. "No, he is fine right where he is. You can talk to me now, though."
She scowled at him. "Well, I wanted to discuss your options with you."
Harry smiled in his sleep and pressed closer to Draco, rubbing his cock against Draco's arse as he shifted around.
Draco grinned. "Maybe returning in an hour or so would be a better option. I would like my ... friend ... to be able to participate in the discussion."
She flushed, noticing what Harry was doing, and looked away quickly. "Very well," she said in a tone that made it clear things were not well with her. "I will return later."
"Good," Draco said. "Please close the door on your way out."
The witch did shut the door - loudly.
Draco chuckled and closed his eyes, thrusting his arse back against Harry’s cock. "Oh, yes," he gasped, the sensation making him pant already.
Harry groaned in his sleep and continued pushing forward. He had no idea what he was doing, but it felt good in some low part of his brain.
Draco spread himself a bit, bending his upper leg at the knee so that Harry's cock would slip more easily into the crevice. He arched his back and felt Harry's cock finally catch against his still-slick entrance. Draco pushed back and felt the slight pop as the head of Harry's cock pushed in. He groaned then, thrusting back on it.
Harry's eyes snapped open; caught in the maelstrom of sensations, he felt utterly confused. He gasped as Draco moved down on him. "Wha'?" he asked breathlessly.
"Good fucking morning," Draco said with a laugh, impaling himself on Harry.
It took a few more seconds for Harry to really grasp what was going on, but then he thrust forward. "Morning," he gasped.
"Yes." Draco rocked back into him, loving the feel of being held and filled, delighting in the sleepy yet pleased sounds of his lover.
Harry pushed his hips forward, rocking against Draco. He quickly moved his hand to wrap it around Draco's cock.
"Fuck, yes," Draco gasped, rocking forward into Harry's hand and then back onto his cock.
Harry knew he wasn't going to last long - morning erections never really did, but he certainly loved being woken up this way. He sped his hand up and tried to thrust harder, although it was a bit difficult to gain the momentum he needed while turned on his side.
For once, Draco came first, crying out and jerking in Harry's arms, overwhelmed with the sensations.
Harry gasped and smiled blissfully as Draco came all over his hand. He thrust for a few more minutes and then he was coming too, panting against Draco's skin.
Draco lay panting as well, being rocked by Harry's thrusts. When Harry came inside him, pulling him tight against his body, Draco just floated on the high.
"What a wonderful way to wake up," Harry said once his breathing had returned to normal. He kissed the sweaty bare skin in front of him.
"Yes, though I think we upset the Mediwitch." Draco smirked.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Mediwitch?"
Draco chuckled. "The one who was standing here trying to talk to me when you started thrusting."
Harry's eyes widened and his face coloured. "No ... I didn't," he said, wincing.
Draco grinned. "Oh, yes, you did," he said, laughing. "I suggested she come back later. Then she left rather abruptly."
Harry groaned. "Why didn't you just wake me up?" he asked.
"I did," Draco said with a smirk.
Harry shook his head. "You're a sex fiend." He gave a small laugh.
"Your own sex fiend." Draco laughed as well and then looked around for his wand. "I hope we can leave here today."
Harry nodded and rolled onto his back and stretched. "Me too," he said, bringing his arms up to rest behind his head.
Draco found his wand and did Cleaning Spells on himself and Harry. "Maybe we should be nice and get dressed before she gets back," he suggested, still smirking.
Harry groaned again. "I guess," he said, not getting up.
"Do I even have clothes here?" Draco asked, hopping out of the bed and picking up the hospital robe with a look of annoyance.
Harry shook his head. "You only came in a blanket," he said, watching Draco.
"I am not leaving here in this." Draco held up the offending garment. "Can you have your house-elf bring me some clothes?"
Harry shrugged. "I guess, if you want," he said, looking at the robe as well. He groaned on the inside, not really fancying seeing Kreacher again. He closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the last bit of comfort the bed provided, before getting to his feet.
"Definitely," Draco said, tossing the robe aside.
"What? You want clothes right now?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow as he began pulling his own clothes on.
"No, I want to sit gloriously naked discussing the future of my stump with the Mediwitch," Draco sneered, his eyes rolling. He was suddenly angry and he didn't understand why.
Harry frowned. "I'll get you some clothes then," he said a bit uncertainly.
Draco nodded, crossing his arms and sitting on the bed. He suddenly felt stupid about the whole thing but was unwilling to admit it.
"Erm, you might want to cover up. I don't know what Kreacher will do if he sees you like that, but I don't much care to find out," Harry said, still sounding cautious.
Draco snorted and grabbed the sheet, which he found difficult to wrap about his shoulders with one hand. He grimaced and just wrapped it about his waist.
Harry sighed, looking at the floor and watching Draco out of the corner of his eye. He finished dressing and called the elf.
"Please, Kreacher," Harry said when he appeared, "no fawning over Draco this time. All I want you to do is go up to our room at Hogwarts and get Draco some clothes." He turned and looked at Draco. "You might want to tell him what to get."
Draco scowled and spoke to the elf. "Go to my trunk in our room. Get a nice robe, good slacks, shirt, shorts, socks, shoes and my toiletries kit."
Kreacher simply stood there and stared rather obviously at Draco's arm. Harry was tying his shoes and didn't notice.
Draco's eyes narrowed and he scowled. "Go now, elf!" he snapped.
Harry looked up at Draco's tone, startled. "Go, Kreacher," he said seriously.
Kreacher took one last long look at Draco and disappeared.
Harry frowned and walked over to Draco. "What's the matter, Draco?" he asked softly.
"He won't be the only one staring." Draco sighed, closing his eyes.
Harry sighed and pulled Draco to him. "It'll be all right," he said quietly. The loss of Draco's arm had given him his life, but Harry knew how hard it was going to be and how hard it was right then to not have two hands.
Draco nodded. With a pop, Kreacher was back, holding his things across both hands.
Harry let Draco go and took the things from the elf, standing in front of Draco to block him from sight. "Go back to Hogwarts now," he said, raising both eyebrows. "Right this second."
Kreacher scowled, and because he couldn't go a whole trip without uttering a word, he said, "Yes, Master," in a very falsely polite voice.
Harry rolled his eyes and handed the clothes and other things to Draco.
Draco laid the things on the bed and began to get dressed. He spent a minute looking at each piece, almost as if he had never seen them before. He held the shorts, thinking of how to put them on with one hand. He had had an arm in a sling that time after the Hippogriff, but he could still use his hand then. Now he had to rethink each action as he got dressed.
Harry watched Draco, but didn't make it obvious. He didn't know if he should offer to help. He thought that might make Draco angry. He merely shuffled about the room, looking at random things, at some of the stupid paintings on the wall, but really keeping all of his attention focused on Draco.
It took a while, the buttons especially so, but Draco managed to dress himself. Just as he was struggling with the trouser buttons, there was a knock at the door.
Harry sighed quietly and came over to button Draco's trousers for him, making light of it by squeezing his crotch quickly and giving him a smirk, before walking over to the door and pulling it open.
Draco took a deep breath and smiled. Gods, he loved Harry. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked over at the door. The Mediwitch from earlier that morning looked suspiciously at Harry before entering.
Harry turned red and scratched the back of his neck before shutting the door again.
"Mr Malfoy," she said, sitting down in a nearby chair and looking at the notes. "I am Mediwitch Glazer and I am here to discuss your long-term recovery plan."
Harry took a breath and came and sat next to Draco on his right, resting his hand on his own leg, palm up, to let Draco know that he was there for him.
Draco placed his hand over Harry's open palm, intertwined his fingers with Harry's and nodded to him. "This is Mr Potter," he said to the witch.
Her eyes widened a bit as she gave them both a second look over. “So your amputation was sudden and without the aid of spells that would have prevented the shock suffered by your body and your magical field," she began in a clinical tone. "This means there will be some complications."
Harry took a sharp breath and gripped Draco's hand tighter. "Complications?" he asked, frowning.
"With the proper reparation spells, we might have been able to reattach or possibly even regrow the hand," she said, "but with the shock and blood loss, not to mention the fact that the arm was not recovered, that really isn't likely."
Harry looked down at his feet. It was just one more thing for him to feel guilty about. "We didn't have much time," he muttered, not looking up.
Draco squeezed his hand. "Don't," he told Harry. He looked at the Mediwitch. "I understand. So what can I expect?"
She frowned. "Well, your personal magical field still envelops the missing arm. That's good. It means you may be able to operate a magical replacement hand."
"Magical replacement?" Harry asked hopefully, looking up again.
"Like Moody's mechanical leg and eye," Draco said, not sounding encouraged by this. He looked at the witch. "I can still feel the hand."
“That is encouraging. But, like I said," she hesitated, "there will be complications, such as pain in the missing hand. Have you experienced any?"
Draco nodded, looking at the stump. He could 'feel' his missing fingers wiggle.
Harry sighed when he thought of Moody and his strange fake body parts. "Pain in his missing hand?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "How is that possible if the arm is gone?"
Draco shrugged. "It itches, too," he said, "and I can't scratch it."
Mediwitch Glazer nodded. "We can teach you some basic spells to keep the energy phantom of your hand healthy and to take care of the pain. If you want to be able to use that part of your magical field, you will need to learn to take care of it."
This was all very strange, Harry thought. "Do you think we'll be able to leave today?" he asked, hoping that they could.
She frowned. "Well, as long as Mr Malfoy comes back to work on the rehabilitation spells ...."
"I will," Draco assured her.
She nodded. "And there are some people from the Ministry here who wish to question you, I believe. We told them they had to wait until you were better recovered." She glanced at Harry again, frowning.
Harry narrowed his eyes. "Ministry people?" he asked. "What do they want?"
"I think you will have to ask them," she said, standing and excusing herself.
When she had left, Draco sighed. "You know what they want," he said.
Harry huffed. "You didn't do anything, so they can't do anything to you. If they try something ..." Harry trailed of angrily. He thought he knew what they might try, knowing Scrimgeour.
"Since they haven't heard our stories, they may not know what I have or haven't done," Draco said.
"I have a feeling they're going to try and use this to get to me. Scrimgeour wants me to become the fucking poster child for the Ministry. "Boost morale" and all that shit. They're not doing anything useful in this war, and the only members of the Ministry who are being useful are in the Order," Harry said bitterly. He huffed again.
Draco nodded, thinking but still holding Harry's hand. He looked at him. "Remember, you have the power. They need you. Make them work for you, not the other way around," he said.
Harry shook his head. "I think you'll need to help me; you're much better at all this than I am. I just end up getting angry and either walking away or exploding. I can't do that crazy fake calm shit you do."
"Crazy fake calm shit?" Draco asked in that voice Harry was talking about and raised an eyebrow.
Harry grinned. "Yes," he said, "exactly."
Draco nodded, smiling. "Yes, but I can only help. You own me. Remember that, too. They can't take me away from you without your permission or without taking legal action against you."
Harry closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. "I don't have time for this shit. Why do they always have to try and get involved? They know I wouldn't be with a Death Eater. They know it and yet they're still going to push; I know they will."
"They believe I am a Death Eater," Draco said.
Harry groaned. "Half of it is probably because your father is one. They don't know anything about you. The one thing they know for sure is that you're with Harry Potter. I hope that counts for something."
"Harry, did you think I was a Death Eater?" Draco asked quietly, watching his face.
Harry looked at him for a second. "I -" He sighed. "At the beginning of the year, yes. You acted like you were one and I saw you in the robe shop and you held your arm and told Madam Malkin to stop poking you, and she wasn't really. That's what it looked like."
"Yes," Draco nodded, looking at his stump, "because of what was on my arm. Can you prove now that I didn't have the Dark Mark there?"
"Shit," Harry said, thinking for a minute. "Well, Ron and Hermione both saw the serpent, and I certainly did." He sighed again. "Like I said, I hope my word counts for something."
"That is all there is left," Draco said, "the word of you and your two best friends. That means the Minister could say that you chopped my arm off to cover the fact that I am a Death Eater."
"What do I do then?" Harry asked, looking at Draco seriously. "The last time I had to go to trial ...." He paused and closed his eyes for a second. "Dumbledore got me off. I know nothing about wizard politics, just that most of it is unfair. I'm hoping the binding promise can help as well. I can't see them wanting to take serious legal action unless they have to. This isn't Fudge, thank Merlin."
Draco turned toward him, leaning in to kiss him gently. "Stay in control of yourself. Don't let them rattle you. If they want to question me or take me away, tell them about the binding and that you would like to register the contract between us. Which you need to do soon anyway, legally."
Harry took a big breath and held it for a moment. "All right, then," he said finally. "I hope this doesn't get too messy. If I start getting too loud or anything like that, just - pinch me hard or something."
Draco chuckled. "Squeezing your hand may be the more subtle approach to that." He smirked.
Harry shrugged and nodded and then there came a knock on the door. "Here it comes," he muttered before calling, "Come in," in a none-too-friendly voice.
Auror Dawlish came through the door with the air of one who had a job to do and knew what that job was. When they were done, he left looking like a man who had to deliver bad news to his boss. Harry made it clear that he knew Draco was not guilty of any crime and would be staying with him unless the Ministry proved otherwise. Draco found the entire thing entertaining. Maybe it wasn't so bad having "The Chosen One" as a lover after all. Some parts of Harry's fame did come in handy. Draco and Harry were on their way back to Hogwarts before noon -- with a Ministry escort for their safety.
Chapter Title: Complications
Words: 3016 Words
Draco awoke on his side, with Harry curled around his back, cock pressed against Draco's arse. He would have pushed back against it, but he was also suddenly aware of the Mediwitch standing next to the bed. She harrumphed and he smiled a bit sheepishly.
Harry slept on, not knowing that anyone else was in the room with them.
"Good morning, Mr Malfoy," she said stiffly. "I am here to discuss your treatment."
Draco smirked, one eyebrow raised. "Sure, go right ahead."
She frowned and looked at Harry. "Maybe your ... guest ... should leave?"
Harry subconsciously tightened his hold around Draco's middle and actually let out a rather loud snore. He'd been so exhausted for the past week at least that he was sleeping very hard.
Draco chuckled. He met the woman's eyes with a calm expression. "No, he is fine right where he is. You can talk to me now, though."
She scowled at him. "Well, I wanted to discuss your options with you."
Harry smiled in his sleep and pressed closer to Draco, rubbing his cock against Draco's arse as he shifted around.
Draco grinned. "Maybe returning in an hour or so would be a better option. I would like my ... friend ... to be able to participate in the discussion."
She flushed, noticing what Harry was doing, and looked away quickly. "Very well," she said in a tone that made it clear things were not well with her. "I will return later."
"Good," Draco said. "Please close the door on your way out."
The witch did shut the door - loudly.
Draco chuckled and closed his eyes, thrusting his arse back against Harry’s cock. "Oh, yes," he gasped, the sensation making him pant already.
Harry groaned in his sleep and continued pushing forward. He had no idea what he was doing, but it felt good in some low part of his brain.
Draco spread himself a bit, bending his upper leg at the knee so that Harry's cock would slip more easily into the crevice. He arched his back and felt Harry's cock finally catch against his still-slick entrance. Draco pushed back and felt the slight pop as the head of Harry's cock pushed in. He groaned then, thrusting back on it.
Harry's eyes snapped open; caught in the maelstrom of sensations, he felt utterly confused. He gasped as Draco moved down on him. "Wha'?" he asked breathlessly.
"Good fucking morning," Draco said with a laugh, impaling himself on Harry.
It took a few more seconds for Harry to really grasp what was going on, but then he thrust forward. "Morning," he gasped.
"Yes." Draco rocked back into him, loving the feel of being held and filled, delighting in the sleepy yet pleased sounds of his lover.
Harry pushed his hips forward, rocking against Draco. He quickly moved his hand to wrap it around Draco's cock.
"Fuck, yes," Draco gasped, rocking forward into Harry's hand and then back onto his cock.
Harry knew he wasn't going to last long - morning erections never really did, but he certainly loved being woken up this way. He sped his hand up and tried to thrust harder, although it was a bit difficult to gain the momentum he needed while turned on his side.
For once, Draco came first, crying out and jerking in Harry's arms, overwhelmed with the sensations.
Harry gasped and smiled blissfully as Draco came all over his hand. He thrust for a few more minutes and then he was coming too, panting against Draco's skin.
Draco lay panting as well, being rocked by Harry's thrusts. When Harry came inside him, pulling him tight against his body, Draco just floated on the high.
"What a wonderful way to wake up," Harry said once his breathing had returned to normal. He kissed the sweaty bare skin in front of him.
"Yes, though I think we upset the Mediwitch." Draco smirked.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Mediwitch?"
Draco chuckled. "The one who was standing here trying to talk to me when you started thrusting."
Harry's eyes widened and his face coloured. "No ... I didn't," he said, wincing.
Draco grinned. "Oh, yes, you did," he said, laughing. "I suggested she come back later. Then she left rather abruptly."
Harry groaned. "Why didn't you just wake me up?" he asked.
"I did," Draco said with a smirk.
Harry shook his head. "You're a sex fiend." He gave a small laugh.
"Your own sex fiend." Draco laughed as well and then looked around for his wand. "I hope we can leave here today."
Harry nodded and rolled onto his back and stretched. "Me too," he said, bringing his arms up to rest behind his head.
Draco found his wand and did Cleaning Spells on himself and Harry. "Maybe we should be nice and get dressed before she gets back," he suggested, still smirking.
Harry groaned again. "I guess," he said, not getting up.
"Do I even have clothes here?" Draco asked, hopping out of the bed and picking up the hospital robe with a look of annoyance.
Harry shook his head. "You only came in a blanket," he said, watching Draco.
"I am not leaving here in this." Draco held up the offending garment. "Can you have your house-elf bring me some clothes?"
Harry shrugged. "I guess, if you want," he said, looking at the robe as well. He groaned on the inside, not really fancying seeing Kreacher again. He closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the last bit of comfort the bed provided, before getting to his feet.
"Definitely," Draco said, tossing the robe aside.
"What? You want clothes right now?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow as he began pulling his own clothes on.
"No, I want to sit gloriously naked discussing the future of my stump with the Mediwitch," Draco sneered, his eyes rolling. He was suddenly angry and he didn't understand why.
Harry frowned. "I'll get you some clothes then," he said a bit uncertainly.
Draco nodded, crossing his arms and sitting on the bed. He suddenly felt stupid about the whole thing but was unwilling to admit it.
"Erm, you might want to cover up. I don't know what Kreacher will do if he sees you like that, but I don't much care to find out," Harry said, still sounding cautious.
Draco snorted and grabbed the sheet, which he found difficult to wrap about his shoulders with one hand. He grimaced and just wrapped it about his waist.
Harry sighed, looking at the floor and watching Draco out of the corner of his eye. He finished dressing and called the elf.
"Please, Kreacher," Harry said when he appeared, "no fawning over Draco this time. All I want you to do is go up to our room at Hogwarts and get Draco some clothes." He turned and looked at Draco. "You might want to tell him what to get."
Draco scowled and spoke to the elf. "Go to my trunk in our room. Get a nice robe, good slacks, shirt, shorts, socks, shoes and my toiletries kit."
Kreacher simply stood there and stared rather obviously at Draco's arm. Harry was tying his shoes and didn't notice.
Draco's eyes narrowed and he scowled. "Go now, elf!" he snapped.
Harry looked up at Draco's tone, startled. "Go, Kreacher," he said seriously.
Kreacher took one last long look at Draco and disappeared.
Harry frowned and walked over to Draco. "What's the matter, Draco?" he asked softly.
"He won't be the only one staring." Draco sighed, closing his eyes.
Harry sighed and pulled Draco to him. "It'll be all right," he said quietly. The loss of Draco's arm had given him his life, but Harry knew how hard it was going to be and how hard it was right then to not have two hands.
Draco nodded. With a pop, Kreacher was back, holding his things across both hands.
Harry let Draco go and took the things from the elf, standing in front of Draco to block him from sight. "Go back to Hogwarts now," he said, raising both eyebrows. "Right this second."
Kreacher scowled, and because he couldn't go a whole trip without uttering a word, he said, "Yes, Master," in a very falsely polite voice.
Harry rolled his eyes and handed the clothes and other things to Draco.
Draco laid the things on the bed and began to get dressed. He spent a minute looking at each piece, almost as if he had never seen them before. He held the shorts, thinking of how to put them on with one hand. He had had an arm in a sling that time after the Hippogriff, but he could still use his hand then. Now he had to rethink each action as he got dressed.
Harry watched Draco, but didn't make it obvious. He didn't know if he should offer to help. He thought that might make Draco angry. He merely shuffled about the room, looking at random things, at some of the stupid paintings on the wall, but really keeping all of his attention focused on Draco.
It took a while, the buttons especially so, but Draco managed to dress himself. Just as he was struggling with the trouser buttons, there was a knock at the door.
Harry sighed quietly and came over to button Draco's trousers for him, making light of it by squeezing his crotch quickly and giving him a smirk, before walking over to the door and pulling it open.
Draco took a deep breath and smiled. Gods, he loved Harry. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked over at the door. The Mediwitch from earlier that morning looked suspiciously at Harry before entering.
Harry turned red and scratched the back of his neck before shutting the door again.
"Mr Malfoy," she said, sitting down in a nearby chair and looking at the notes. "I am Mediwitch Glazer and I am here to discuss your long-term recovery plan."
Harry took a breath and came and sat next to Draco on his right, resting his hand on his own leg, palm up, to let Draco know that he was there for him.
Draco placed his hand over Harry's open palm, intertwined his fingers with Harry's and nodded to him. "This is Mr Potter," he said to the witch.
Her eyes widened a bit as she gave them both a second look over. “So your amputation was sudden and without the aid of spells that would have prevented the shock suffered by your body and your magical field," she began in a clinical tone. "This means there will be some complications."
Harry took a sharp breath and gripped Draco's hand tighter. "Complications?" he asked, frowning.
"With the proper reparation spells, we might have been able to reattach or possibly even regrow the hand," she said, "but with the shock and blood loss, not to mention the fact that the arm was not recovered, that really isn't likely."
Harry looked down at his feet. It was just one more thing for him to feel guilty about. "We didn't have much time," he muttered, not looking up.
Draco squeezed his hand. "Don't," he told Harry. He looked at the Mediwitch. "I understand. So what can I expect?"
She frowned. "Well, your personal magical field still envelops the missing arm. That's good. It means you may be able to operate a magical replacement hand."
"Magical replacement?" Harry asked hopefully, looking up again.
"Like Moody's mechanical leg and eye," Draco said, not sounding encouraged by this. He looked at the witch. "I can still feel the hand."
“That is encouraging. But, like I said," she hesitated, "there will be complications, such as pain in the missing hand. Have you experienced any?"
Draco nodded, looking at the stump. He could 'feel' his missing fingers wiggle.
Harry sighed when he thought of Moody and his strange fake body parts. "Pain in his missing hand?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "How is that possible if the arm is gone?"
Draco shrugged. "It itches, too," he said, "and I can't scratch it."
Mediwitch Glazer nodded. "We can teach you some basic spells to keep the energy phantom of your hand healthy and to take care of the pain. If you want to be able to use that part of your magical field, you will need to learn to take care of it."
This was all very strange, Harry thought. "Do you think we'll be able to leave today?" he asked, hoping that they could.
She frowned. "Well, as long as Mr Malfoy comes back to work on the rehabilitation spells ...."
"I will," Draco assured her.
She nodded. "And there are some people from the Ministry here who wish to question you, I believe. We told them they had to wait until you were better recovered." She glanced at Harry again, frowning.
Harry narrowed his eyes. "Ministry people?" he asked. "What do they want?"
"I think you will have to ask them," she said, standing and excusing herself.
When she had left, Draco sighed. "You know what they want," he said.
Harry huffed. "You didn't do anything, so they can't do anything to you. If they try something ..." Harry trailed of angrily. He thought he knew what they might try, knowing Scrimgeour.
"Since they haven't heard our stories, they may not know what I have or haven't done," Draco said.
"I have a feeling they're going to try and use this to get to me. Scrimgeour wants me to become the fucking poster child for the Ministry. "Boost morale" and all that shit. They're not doing anything useful in this war, and the only members of the Ministry who are being useful are in the Order," Harry said bitterly. He huffed again.
Draco nodded, thinking but still holding Harry's hand. He looked at him. "Remember, you have the power. They need you. Make them work for you, not the other way around," he said.
Harry shook his head. "I think you'll need to help me; you're much better at all this than I am. I just end up getting angry and either walking away or exploding. I can't do that crazy fake calm shit you do."
"Crazy fake calm shit?" Draco asked in that voice Harry was talking about and raised an eyebrow.
Harry grinned. "Yes," he said, "exactly."
Draco nodded, smiling. "Yes, but I can only help. You own me. Remember that, too. They can't take me away from you without your permission or without taking legal action against you."
Harry closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. "I don't have time for this shit. Why do they always have to try and get involved? They know I wouldn't be with a Death Eater. They know it and yet they're still going to push; I know they will."
"They believe I am a Death Eater," Draco said.
Harry groaned. "Half of it is probably because your father is one. They don't know anything about you. The one thing they know for sure is that you're with Harry Potter. I hope that counts for something."
"Harry, did you think I was a Death Eater?" Draco asked quietly, watching his face.
Harry looked at him for a second. "I -" He sighed. "At the beginning of the year, yes. You acted like you were one and I saw you in the robe shop and you held your arm and told Madam Malkin to stop poking you, and she wasn't really. That's what it looked like."
"Yes," Draco nodded, looking at his stump, "because of what was on my arm. Can you prove now that I didn't have the Dark Mark there?"
"Shit," Harry said, thinking for a minute. "Well, Ron and Hermione both saw the serpent, and I certainly did." He sighed again. "Like I said, I hope my word counts for something."
"That is all there is left," Draco said, "the word of you and your two best friends. That means the Minister could say that you chopped my arm off to cover the fact that I am a Death Eater."
"What do I do then?" Harry asked, looking at Draco seriously. "The last time I had to go to trial ...." He paused and closed his eyes for a second. "Dumbledore got me off. I know nothing about wizard politics, just that most of it is unfair. I'm hoping the binding promise can help as well. I can't see them wanting to take serious legal action unless they have to. This isn't Fudge, thank Merlin."
Draco turned toward him, leaning in to kiss him gently. "Stay in control of yourself. Don't let them rattle you. If they want to question me or take me away, tell them about the binding and that you would like to register the contract between us. Which you need to do soon anyway, legally."
Harry took a big breath and held it for a moment. "All right, then," he said finally. "I hope this doesn't get too messy. If I start getting too loud or anything like that, just - pinch me hard or something."
Draco chuckled. "Squeezing your hand may be the more subtle approach to that." He smirked.
Harry shrugged and nodded and then there came a knock on the door. "Here it comes," he muttered before calling, "Come in," in a none-too-friendly voice.
Auror Dawlish came through the door with the air of one who had a job to do and knew what that job was. When they were done, he left looking like a man who had to deliver bad news to his boss. Harry made it clear that he knew Draco was not guilty of any crime and would be staying with him unless the Ministry proved otherwise. Draco found the entire thing entertaining. Maybe it wasn't so bad having "The Chosen One" as a lover after all. Some parts of Harry's fame did come in handy. Draco and Harry were on their way back to Hogwarts before noon -- with a Ministry escort for their safety.