Mother Knows Best

Title: Mother Knows Best – Miracles at St. Mungo’s
Author: Deviant
Fandom: Harry Potter – Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17, always.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter. I don’t profit from writing this.
Warnings: Graphic heterosexual sex (M/F)
Summary: After graduation and after the war, Harry and Draco meet by chance at St. Mungo’s while Draco is visiting his mother. A relationship ensues but secrets abound. How can Draco know what to do while his mother’s a mute? After all, mother knows best.


Please be sure to read the warnings at the beginning of each chapter.



Mother Knows Best
Miracles at St. Mungo’s




Another month later, six months after the attack, December 1

“Hello, Mr. Malfoy,” Jamie said as Draco entered his mother’s room again.

“Hello, Jamie,” Draco said with a slight smile as he sat in his chair next to his mother. Since seeing Harry Potter’s room last month, he’d spent the last few weeks decorating Narcissa’s room, changing the color of the walls, adding portraits of Narcissa and him when he was a year old, bringing some of his favorite children’s books to see if she would react to them.

He brought a small stuffed lion for her as well. They’d always been her favorite animal. Their ferocity and strength, their undaunted courage. Draco could remember when he was a child, he and his mother watched the Muggle film Wizard of Oz all the time, and her favorite character was always the Cowardly Lion, though she admired Glinda, the Good Witch for her style and ability to remain impeccably clean.

He had another newspaper with him and he flipped through it, stopping on the Finances page.

“Ah, mum,” he mumbled. “I wish you had taught me a little more about Muggle stocks. The London Stock Market is so interesting.”

He heard a knock on the door to Narcissa’s private room and looked up to see who it was.

“Granger?” he asked himself. He shook his head at her innocent and happy smile and went to answer the door.

“Hello, Malfoy,” she said cheerily. “Hello, Mrs. Malfoy!” she greeted Narcissa.

“What do you want, Granger?” Draco asked, annoyed that Hermione was seeing his mother in such a vulnerable state.

“Oh, Malfoy, do lighten up,” Hermione said as she walked toward Narcissa. “I brought her some flowers and a teddy bear. You never know, Mal- . . . Draco, she could wake up lucid again tomorrow.”

“I very much doubt it, Granger,” Draco sighed. He watched Narcissa’s smile grow as she held both stuffed animals and gasped as her eyes met his, clear for once. It was only for a second, though, because they clouded back over as she simply clung onto the stuffed lion and bear.

“Pity,” she muttered. “Would you like to accompany Ron and me to the Burrow for dinner tonight? Ron’s with Harry right now, but we should leave in about an hour, I’d say.”

“No, thank you,” Draco said sullenly. He threw himself into his chair and sighed. His mother had seen him, actually focused on him and seen him, and then she was gone again.

Hermione nodded slowly and set her small vase of brightly colored daisies and mums on Narcissa’s table, patting her arm and saying, “Lovely day, ma’am, hope you see some more of it later.”

Draco allowed himself to be hugged while his mind was miles away, looking for his mother’s lucidity.


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“I really think he’s different now, Ron,” Hermione insisted to her husband. She sat down slowly, her hand resting atop her pregnant belly again.

Ron shook his head. “I think he’s just alone now, that’s the only difference. What did he say when you asked him to dinner? Mum’s going to die if he doesn’t show up.”

“He said,” Hermione started before she was interrupted by the door opening.

“He said yes, he’d love to come,” Draco finished. His knuckles were white as he clenched his newspaper nervously, hoping his invitation hadn’t already been withdrawn.

“Oh, wonderful!” Hermione squealed. She winced again, kicked in the gut by her unborn infant. “Do have a seat, Draco.”

“Draco?” Ron asked her sharply.

“It’s my first name, Weasley,” Draco sneered. Then he swallowed and said, “Sorry, I just mean . . . will you call me Draco? We’re not in Hogwarts and the name Malfoy leaves a hint of a bad taste in my mouth.”

Hermione smiled triumphantly at Ron, who just gaped. “Uh . . . sure, I suppose.”

Draco nodded and looked at the comatose body of Harry Potter, wondering if, even in his coma, Harry chewed on his lip, with just a hint of two of his teeth poking out over his lower lip.


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Draco followed Ron and Hermione as they walked toward the Apparation point in St. Mungo’s lobby. He nodded at a few people he’d gotten to know over the months his mother had been in the hospital, but stayed silent, trailing after his new dinner mates.

When they reached the point, Ron stopped and held out a worn pocket watch.

“Since you don’t know where the Burrow is, we’re going to use a portkey,” he explained. “Portus, and try to be careful, Malfoy. This was my dad’s pocket watch.”

Ron and Hermione held onto the watch while Draco simply laid his finger against the chain. He felt a hook behind his navel and closed his eyes.

Draco groaned in pain when he suddenly landed on a sidewalk, hand-laid with individual stones. “Ow,” he muttered, rubbing his rear.

“Alright there, Malfoy?”

“Or did you hurt your arse?”

Draco heard identical laughs and looked up, knowing exactly who he’d see. “Hello, Weasley twins,” he said with a slight grin. Their laughter slowly infected him, and he apologized, “I don’t know the two of you apart, so you’ll both be ‘Weasley’. Fair?”

Fred winked and elbowed George in the side. “He doesn’t know us apart, Fred?” Fred asked George.

“I’m not Fred, you are!” George shouted.

“I’m not, you’re Fred!” Fred responded.

The two of them argued until Hermione and Ron went inside with Draco following them, muttering about the two of them being barmy.


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“Hello, Mrs. Weasley,” Draco said, very politely. He held out his hand but Molly refused, pulling him into a hug, instead.

“Oh, good day to you, lad,” she said thickly. “I’m so glad you could come to dinner. I’m so glad. Not all the purebloods lost their leader, but some of us did, and I’m grateful to have you here, Draco, like when you were a little baby.”

“What?” Draco asked.

“Oh, Narcissa and I were lovely friends, and even Lucius and my Ar- . . .” Molly started before she sniffled and excused herself, tears forming in her eyes.

The Weasley twins each put an arm around Draco and explained, finishing one another’s sentences in a continual sentence, “She still hasn’t quite . . . gotten over dad dying . . . so she likes to have company . . . for dinner so she can fill the . . . silence that would otherwise . . . be quite overwhelming.”

Draco nodded and looked around the living room. There was a collection of different sofas and seats, tables, Muggle knick-knacks, books, parchment scraps, a tiny owl perched on the fireplace mantle sleeping, and a large grandfather clock.

Draco picked up one of the knick-knacks on the table closest to him. It was strange. There was a metal bottom, then another metal arm on the top of it, a hinge in between allowing the arm to be depressed to the base, while another metal part on the arm went upwards. Underneath, there was a scrap of paper with a few notes scrawled on it. He lifted it and read Arthur Weasley’s notes on this strange mechanism.

Stapler
Office use
Used to keep notes together
To use: set on table, depress upper arm
Small metal thing comes out and punctures through pages
Very handy
Do not put hand in-between arms!

Draco smiled slightly and set the stapler back on the table, turning around to face the grandfather clock.

He looked closer at the grandfather clock and saw all the hands were actually spoons with a name on each, and each name was one of the Weasleys. He saw Harry’s name on there, too, though he didn’t know why, and noticed immediately that Arthur Weasley’s spoon was locked in the center of “Dead.”

Draco backed up slightly and winced. He still held the guilt of killing his own father deep inside him, and he hadn’t even known Mr. Weasley was dead, too. He wondered if it had happened on the Platform, or if he’d been struck with a curse and died afterward, or if he died more recently from something else completely.

“Kids, dinner!” he heard Molly call. He followed Ginny Weasley to the table and sat down between Molly and Hermione.

“So, Draco,” Molly started, “how is your dear mother?”

Draco choked on the small piece of mashed potatoes he had just put in his mouth and opened his mouth to talk, but before he did, Hermione broke in and said, “Molly, dear, this steak is delicious.”

Draco didn’t notice as Hermione gave Molly a stern look telling her to avoid talking about Narcissa. But the conversation drifted to the weather, the upcoming Yule holidays, and then eventually to Ron’s favorite topic, Quidditch.

“You should have seen Stone’s move during practice last week!” Ron exclaimed to Draco, a mouth full of food.

“Ron, you’re disgusting,” Ginny said with a roll of her eyes.

“What did he do?” Draco asked politely, not as curious as he was grateful dinner was going so smoothly.

“Okay, so the snitch was waaay up here, right?” Ron shouted as he jumped out of his seat, putting a fist near the ceiling, “And Stone was down here near the ground,” he said as he placed his open hand palm down against his plate, “And he saw the Snitch from all the way down there, first off! And then, he shot straight up in the air, not at a slant or anything,” he elaborated while he raised his hand straight up to his fist, “And then he just snatched onto it, and the game was done! It was just a practice game, sure, but it was over in almost two minutes!”

Fred and George applauded Ron’s performance, both of them laughing heartily at their younger brother, while Ginny just rolled her eyes and kept eating.

Draco’s mouth twitched a little bit before he let out a small laugh, trying to keep it in.

Later, as Draco was leaving and enduring all of Molly’s thanking and promising to come back soon, especially for Yule, Arthur’s “Dead” spoon stared at him as he left the Burrow.


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Draco flopped bonelessly onto his plush bed at Malfoy Manor. He was still in his childhood room, and in fact, had walled off the section of the house where the master suite was.

He looked around at all his stuffed dragons, puzzles, his shelves and shelves of books, his door leading to his walk-in closet, his private bathroom, and he thought to himself that he would trade his entire manor to have a family like the Weasleys’, one that survived through hardship, one that just kept loving, one that wasn’t fragile and fell apart without Lucius . . . one that was a family.

He fell asleep, still in his day clothes, and had fitful dreams.


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A little over two weeks later

Draco groaned as he sat up. He looked over at his calendar and sighed with relief.

“Saturday, finally,” he said to himself. “Nothing to do at all today, save visiting mother.”

He started pulling his night-clothes off as he walked towards his bathroom, promising himself a long, hot soak in his tub.

About 40 minutes into his soak, a house elf appeared at the side of the deep, in-ground basin serving as Draco’s bathtub and asked, “What will master has for breakfast, sir?”

Draco groaned and said, “I’ll take some waffles and a slice of chocolate cake if you can manage, Wiffley, and I think I need a big mug of vanilla coffee.”

“Yes, sir, right away, master, sir.”

Draco stretched and stood up, getting out of his tub. “Merlin, that was needed,” he mumbled as he reached for one of his silk robes. The oils and perfumes of his soak had seeped into his muscles and relaxed him utterly.

“Now, time for some breakfast,” he told his reflection as he smoothed his hair and washed his face.


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“Hello, Mr. Malfoy.”

“Hello, Jamie.”


[-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-]

“Hello, Potter,” Draco said as he entered Harry Potter’s room after spending an hour with his mother.

Draco entered Harry’s room slowly, wondering when or if Harry would ever wake up. He looked at the wall of monitors behind Harry’s bed, each one keeping track of some part of Harry’s body. He was grateful Wizarding medicine was so much cleaner than Muggle medicine because there were no wires and tubes stuck in Harry’s body, just simply small pads that were magically connected to the monitors.

The sound of Harry’s heartbeat beeped through the room as Draco sat down in the chair nearest Harry’s head.

“I just want to say first off that Hermione invited me,” he told a comatose Harry. “Secondly . . . thank you, Potter. Thank you for saving me and my mum from Lucius. I know you helped me, I don’t know how I know or how you did, I just know you saved us . . .”

Draco put a hand on Harry’s arm and wondered if shaking him a little would wake him up. Expectedly, it did nothing.

Draco continued to sit at Harry’s side and told him about his mother for the next two hours, from the beginning of his childhood memories, to that afternoon with her upstairs.

“And she has brain activity, but just . . . I think it was father. I think the shock of seeing him trying to kill us just finally put her overboard. She was already fragile, mentally, because of fears of something like that happening, and because of threats she’d received, and all sorts of things . . . she was fragile, and he broke her, and now, now I don’t know how to fix her.”

Harry’s heart monitor beeped in response to Draco’s story, but other than that, there was no response from him.

“Do you chew your lips in your coma, Potter?” Draco asked as he noticed Harry’s teeth poking out again. “That’s so ridiculous, and it’ll absolutely ruin your lips.”

He pulled Harry’s lower lip back out from under Harry’s two teeth and explained, “You shouldn’t break the skin. You could get an infection, though it’s more likely you just get cracked and bleeding lips. I never chew mine.”

Draco stood up to leave and said, “Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow, Potter,” before he leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, just like he does to his mother. “See, aren’t those not-chewed-on lips so much better?” he grinned.

“See you later, Potter.”


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“Nurse, nurse, something’s wrong with Harry!” Hermione shouted.

“What did Draco do to him?” Ron yelled in anger, watching his best friend start to convulse a little.

They had arrived just in time to see Draco leaving. They shared a few words, but Draco needed to get home to eat something.

Hermione and Ron had entered Harry’s room to hear his heart beat monitor going wild. A nurse rushed in and immediately started casting spells and shouting down the hall for potions before she gasped loudly.

“Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, I think he’s finally going to wake.”


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“Well, after a rather violent waking, we appear to have had a miracle,” the nurse told Hermione and Ron.

Harry Potter had finally woken up from his coma, six months and 17 days after he had entered it. There would be a lot to do before his strength could be built up enough for him to leave the hospital again, but it wouldn’t take as long as normal, due to his extraordinary physique when he entered the hospital.

“How?” Ron asked the mediwizard who had just come out of Harry’s room.

“I’m not sure,” the mediwizard said, “but it appears that he’s completely fine now. Only one thing is off, and that is that he isn’t talking. I don’t know if it’s because he can’t or because he doesn’t want to, but his vocal chords are in working order, so he should hopefully start speaking again in the next few hours. If you two could, I’d like you to brief him on what’s happened since then. Just the important things, and don’t overwhelm him.”

Hermione nodded and the couple walked into Harry’s room with bright grins on their faces.


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“Hello, Mr. Malfoy.”

“Hello, Jamie. Is it really your last day here?”

“Yeah, sadly,” Jamie said. “It’s just a transfer to a nearby hospital, though, if you want to come see me sometime.” She winked and added, “I’ll be in after just a few minutes. Oh, and Snape visited again earlier today. Dreadful man.”

“I thought he might,” Draco said with his hand on Narcissa’s door knob.

Draco entered his mother’s room and walked around to sit by her again. He placed Cissa on her lap, the small white kitten mewing at Narcissa’s face. He set Cissa’s travel basket behind his chair and sat down.

“Hello, mum. How are you today? Cissa wanted to come and see you; she insisted I bring her along. The manor is lonely without you, mum, and I don’t know when you’ll be lucid again. Severus and I both miss you and I wish I could bring you home, but I’d have to get a nurse for you, and besides, if you went back to the same place all your bad memories happened, I don’t know if you’d ever recover.”

Narcissa looked over at Draco and smiled at him, whispering, “Dray.”

“Mum?!” Draco shouted. “Mum, please talk to me again,” he begged her softly. “Mum, please recover. Please come out of this.”

An unbidden memory came to his head and he saw his father standing over him, saying sternly, ‘A Malfoy never begs.’

“Maybe I don’t want to be a Malfoy anymore . . .” Draco thought to himself.

Jamie came into the room with a bright smile and a large blueberry muffin. “Here, Mr. Malfoy,” she said as she handed him the muffin. “I know you’ve not been eating well. You’ve been getting thinner since you first came. Besides, this is delicious. My granny bakes them.”

Draco smiled and smelled the muffin. “It smells absolutely divine,” he told her. “Narcissa said my name. She said ‘Dray.’”

“Did she really?” Jamie asked excitedly. “That’s very good. She’s showing good signs of improvement, then, Mr. Malfoy.”

“Please, Jamie, just call me Draco,” he said with a smile. He bit into the muffin and moaned at the flavor that exploded in his mouth.

“Alright . . . Draco,” Jamie said with a smile. “I’ll be back in a moment.”

Draco nodded and Jamie disappeared for a few minutes. When she reappeared, she had a slightly different look, darker lips, a bit of a rosy tint to her cheeks, and the top two buttons of her nurse’s dress were unbuttoned.

Draco looked at her differently for the first time and smiled at her, raising one eyebrow suggestively.

Jamie smiled and walked slowly toward Draco, who stood up to meet her. Their lips met together in a quiet clash, a whisper of taboo, and a promise of an afternoon with an adult rating.

“Want to go behind the privacy screen?” Jamie whispered as she magicked the door shut and placed a silencing shield around Narcissa so she couldn’t hear anything they did.

“Sure,” Draco whispered back huskily, unbuttoning her dress as he walked the two of them backwards, behind the privacy screen.

Their lips met again harshly as Jamie slid her dress off, all the other buttons undone. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath and Draco’s growl was deep in his throat.

“Jamie?” he asked her as he nuzzled her neck.

“Yeah, Mr. Malfoy?” she asked back.

“I’m going to fuck you.”

“I’m glad.”


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Draco thrust into her again, her slick, swollen walls tightening on his cock. Jamie moaned loudly as he sank a tooth into one of her nipples, her pert young breasts bouncing with every one of Draco’s thrusts.

Her pussy dripped onto their pile of clothes as Draco’s cock continued to slam into her. She whimpered as Draco picked up speed, his dick thrusting further and harder into her.

“I am going to fuck you,” he swore again, pounding into her harder than she could handle.

She screamed as she clawed into his soft back flesh, digging tiny rivers of blood as he pulled her hair back, revealing a neck that he licked and sucked until he’d marked it.

Jamie reached up and grabbed a handful of his hair, sinking her teeth into his collarbone. Draco groaned deeply, satisfied with the bite, and kept thrusting into her tight hole, fucking her harder and harder as she clenched around him, her bare butt cheeks sliding along the floor as his thrusts got harder.

“Oh, please, Draco, please fuck me!” she pleaded. “I’ve wanted you so badly for these past months. Please fuck me!”

The two of them shared in another wet, hard kiss as Draco kept pounding into her young body, her tits mesmerizing him as he thrusted, his balls slapping against her ass.

“Jamie, I’m going . . .” Draco groaned, before he spilled his seed into her, before he magicked it away so she wouldn’t get pregnant.

“Jamie, spread your legs as far as you can,” Draco ordered as he pulled out of her slick pussy. She spread them until she was almost doing the splits, holding onto the backs of her knees as she waited.

Draco swished some spit around in his mouth and then he started to eat her out, his slick tongue teasing her swollen clit until she was thrusting up into his face. He dug his thick tongue into her pussy and fucked her with it while she screamed his name, begging him to keep going.

Flicking his tongue around her clit again, Draco slid two of his fingers into her tight pussy while sucking on her clit and finger fucked her until suddenly,

“OH, DRACO!”

Jamie screamed and clenched tightly around his fingers, riding her orgasm out as she gushed liquid onto his hand. He magically cleaned it up as well and kept licking her swollen clit, the smells of her pussy overwhelming him.

Jamie continued moaning as he kept licking her, squeezing her nipples as she wound down from her powerful orgasm.

“Draco?”

“Yes?” he asked before sucking on her clit again.

“Draco, what does this mean?”

“This means that you should owl me tomorrow,” he said softly. “But know that I can’t promise anything, because my mum comes before anything else.”

“I have a boyfriend,” Jamie said very quietly.

“Yes, and?” Draco asked, a small smirk playing about on his lips.

Jamie laughed softly and relaxed her legs, her pussy’s throbbing finally lessening enough that she could close them.

The two of them got dressed in relative silence, but before Jamie left the hospital for good, Draco kissed her breathless.


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“Hello, Draco,” Hermione said as he entered Harry’s room. “Molly decided to wait for Christmas until Harry could come, but he should be out in a week or two, they’ve told us.”

Harry and Ron had been playing chess, working on restoring Harry’s weakened arm muscles, but as soon as Draco entered, he sniffed the air and his eyes fell on Draco, glaring at him.

“What’s wrong, mate?” Ron asked Harry when he noticed his glare.

“Let me talk to Mr. Malfoy alone, mates?” Harry asked very quietly.

Ron and Hermione left, whispering to each other about Harry finally speaking, and leaving Draco standing across the room of an angry wizard.


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“When did you wake up, Potter?” Draco asked, amazed that he seemed so okay. “I was here yesterday and you were still out, no signs of waking or anything.”

“Miracles at St. Mungo’s, I guess,” Harry said. He smelled the air again and glared at Draco. “What have you been doing?”

“What do you mean?” Draco asked. “In the past few months, just today, or by coming to see you, or when?”

“What I mean,” Harry said very coldly, “is why do you smell like some whore’s used twat?”

Draco glared at him. “What the bloody hell, Potter?”

The former Slytherin’s cheeks flushed lightly as his fists balled up tightly. He kept his hands off his wand so he didn’t do anything rash, as much as he wanted to curse Potter’s mouth shut.

“Why, Malfoy?”

“Not all of us are bed-ridden, Potter,” Draco said angrily. “Some of us are still bucking young studs and can still get laid around here! You should know, your best friend is pregnant, after all. That’s a sure sign sexual activity still happens!”

Harry growled quietly in the back of his throat and Draco backed up some.

“You’re barmy, Potter,” he said as he reached for the handle on the door. As he glanced back at Harry, the other wizard smiled dangerously at him, a peep of a tooth overhanging his lip.




A/N: This probably needs a better summary. Something along the lines of like, the beginning of magic and Harry being a descendent of the most powerful line of *static. . .*

But I don’t want to give too much away! Maybe we’ll just stick with the simple and completely un-revealing summary I have posted.

Let me know if you liked this chapter. :) Things pick up in the next couple. I hope you stick around. Review!