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Misunderstandings
Chapter Number/Total: 27/36
Chapter Title: Misunderstandings
Words: 2250 Words
Harry headed back up the stairs and into the room. "Cleaned up?"
Draco had been in the shower. He padded quietly up behind Harry. "For the moment," he said softly.
Harry jumped, turning around quickly. "Oh ... oh, okay ...."
Draco put his arms around Harry's waist, pulling him close. "Did you forget something?" he asked.
"No, did you? I thought you owed me something ...."
"You aren't going to see the Minister?" Draco asked, lips hovering near Harry's.
"Not today," he replied, "I'm going to write him a letter. With your help, of course."
Draco inhaled his scent, staring into his eyes. He missed Harry being able to see him, but at least he left his eyes open and unguarded now.
Harry took his silence as permission, so he leaned up and pressed his lips against Draco's, his arms moving to slip around his neck.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, tilting his head.
"Too tall," Harry mumbled against his lips, already on the tips of his toes.
Draco bent forward more, but then scooped Harry up in his arms and carried him to the bed.
"I've noticed that you carry me a lot," he commented, smiling a bit.
"Stronger now," Draco said. "Not sure why."
"I think I like it," Harry replied softly, resting his head against Draco's shoulder.
Draco laid him on the bed, smiling down at him and then climbing in beside him. "I thought we were supposed to be writing a letter," he teased.
"I didn't say now. We've got all day, Draco," he replied.
"All day?" Draco laughed. "And what should we do with that time?"
"Making a mess of ourselves comes first ... maybe eating, too," he said thoughtfully, shrugging.
"What did Granger say?" Draco asked.
"She cried, really, but I got her to calm down and to listen to me ...."
Draco frowned. "She thinks I want to hurt you, really hurt you?" he said.
"She thought that, but I told her different. It'll take her a bit, but she'll be fine," Harry answered, sitting up a bit and pulling the strip of leather out of his hair.
Draco's breath caught and he nearly whimpered. He wanted so badly to run fingers through those thick locks.
"What?" Harry mumbled, noticing the change in his lover's breathing.
"Nothing," Draco lied.
"You're lying ...." Harry set the strip down on the side table and sat up a bit more. "What is it?"
Draco pulled back, unsure of what to say. "I like your hair," he said quietly.
Harry smiled. "Well, thank you," he said, leaning close and kissing his cheek.
Draco sighed.
"Is there something else?" Harry asked, sitting back.
"Isn't there always?" Draco sighed again.
"Talk to me, then," Harry insisted.
"It's bloody frustrating," the blond muttered.
"What is, Draco?"
"Just things I can no longer have," he said, lying back on the bed.
"Like what?" Harry lay down next to his lover, snuggling close.
"You want a list?" Draco snorted.
"Well, maybe we can exchange ...."
"What?" Draco said frowning.
"Lists, I mean."
"Sounds fun," Draco drawled sarcastically.
"Never mind, Draco," Harry mumbled.
"All right, I am upset that I can't run my fingers through your hair, or over your skin, or inside you!" Draco retorted and then found himself crying.
"Oh." He was surprised to feel the rumble in Draco's chest, indicating that he was crying. "You can ..." he started to say, reaching up to wipe the tears away.
"Not without cutting you," Draco said. "And I don't want that. Not then. I want to feel your skin, not open it. I want to suck your tongue and your cock without worrying about ripping or contaminating you. I want ... I ..." and then he was sobbing.
"Oh, Draco, I'm sorry," Harry murmured, moving closer and hugging him. There had to be something he could do, he thought, rubbing his back.
Draco just let himself cry for a bit. It felt good to be held. His father always berated and hit him when he cried.
"I'll help ... somehow, I promise," Harry said soothingly.
"I wouldn't mind being able to have claws, sometimes," Draco said. "But not being able to have normal hands at all, it makes everything more difficult."
"I understand that. As much as I love them ... it must be hard to deal with it all the time," the brunet agreed.
"I sometimes wish he had made me a real werewolf," Draco said wistfully. "At least I would be sort of normal most of the time."
Harry stayed silent, not knowing what else could possibly comfort Draco after that.
"Do you think my hair would still be white as a wolf?" Draco asked, wondering aloud.
"I think so," he replied. "Soft as one, too."
Draco smirked. "Do you like dogs?"
"I do, actually ...."
Draco laughed, feeling better and sniffing at his lover. "I never had one," he said.
"Me neither," Harry replied, happy to hear that he sounded good again. "Well, not a real one."
"You had a not real one?" Draco asked.
"I didn't really have that one, either ... but yeah, I guess."
"That was vague. Just what am I not getting now?" Draco asked.
"My Godfather. As an Animagus, he ... was a big black dog," Harry explained quietly.
"Sirius Black was an Animagus?" Draco asked, sounding astonished. "Damn, I wish I could do that."
"Me too," he said with a grin, remembering his Godfather. "I miss him."
Draco was quiet. He didn't have any part in Sirius's death, but he knew his father and aunt did.
Harry sighed softly, closing his eyes as he rested his head on Draco's chest. "I hope nothing bad happens to you. That's why I have to do my best," he mumbled, not sure he was making much sense.
"You take a lot on, Harry," Draco said, running the back of his hand against his cheek.
"I know. Sometimes, I wonder how it would feel if everything wasn't like this. If I was completely free to do whatever I wanted. To love whoever I wanted without having to worry about them getting hurt ... or anything like that."
"Well, you did what you were supposed to do," Draco said. "Wasn't that enough?"
"I thought it would be, but there's always more," Harry whispered.
"You don't have to take care of me, you know," Draco said.
"I know, but I guess ... this is the one time I'm letting myself be selfish."
Draco chuckled at that. "So, taking care of me is being selfish?" he asked.
"Yes, I want you all for myself. If you're not here, I can't have that, right?" Harry asked.
"I thought it was some Gryffindor idea of guilt or something," Draco said.
"Not exactly," he replied, "just Harry Potter being selfish."
"Well, then, selfish Harry Potter, what do you want with me?" Draco teased.
"I want you to stay with me for forever and a day, and I want you to love me that long, too," he answered honestly.
Draco nearly started crying again. He held his breath for a moment. "I will do my best then," he said, kissing him gently.
***
This time, the secretary was not surprised and ushered Harry and Hermione in to see Minister Scrimgeour right away. "Harry, my boy," the Minister said, "glad you could join me for a talk."
Harry nodded, taking the same seat again. "What did you want to see me for?" he asked, wanting to get this done as quickly as possible.
"Well, I thought it important that we clear up some misunderstandings," the man said in that pseudo-friendly tone.
"Yes, right. What misunderstandings?" Harry asked, letting it be known that he didn't want to be friendly at all.
"You seem to have gotten the false impression that we are unsympathetic to what happened to you," Scrimgeour continued.
Harry shrugged. He honestly didn't feel like talking about what happened to him again.
"You need not talk to the press about these things, Harry," the Minister said. "You, of all people, know how they always blow these things out of proportion."
"Yes, well, too late for that. I needed someone to actually listen to me for once," Harry replied.
"What is it that you want, Harry?" Scrimgeour said with a sigh.
"You know exactly what I want. I've been telling you all that from the time I was in St Mungo's!" he answered quickly, scowling.
"You want Draco Malfoy pardoned?" the Minister asked, sounding tired.
"Exactly."
"And if he is pardoned?" Scrimgeour continued. "What then?"
"I don't want anything else, if that's what you're asking," he replied, raising an eyebrow.
"There has been talk about awarding you the Order of Merlin," the Minister said.
Blushing slightly, Harry asked, "Really?"
"Yes," the man sighed, "we would like to set up a public ceremony to present it."
"Oh." Harry sat back in his chair, not knowing what to say to all of that.
"We need the public to feel better about the work we are doing to clean up the mess," the Minister continued. "You could help with that."
"How?" he asked hesitantly.
"We just need you to cooperate a bit with us," the man said. "Help make our jobs a bit easier."
Harry nodded slowly. "That's fine. As long as you do what I want."
"Then we understand each other?" Scrimgeour asked.
"I guess," Harry replied, hoping he wasn't making a wrong decision.
Hermione made a small noise and then asked, "Is that a FULL pardon?"
Scrimgeour scowled at her.
"Pardoned of all the charges against him and reinstated as a wizard. With magic," Harry added, just in case he didn't understand it. Harry heard the man hiss and then a deep breath.
"I see," the Minister said. "Well, that is impossible given the current law."
"And you're the Minister of Magic," Harry reminded him, nodding.
"The law was enacted to make sure that we don't end up with more problems," Scrimgeour said. "It states that anyone who carries the Dark Mark, no matter the circumstances, can no longer touch a wand. Penalty for doing so is life in Azkaban."
"I'm already aware of the law," Harry said, sighing. "It isn't fair at all. Especially since Draco helped. He basically saved your life as well, and you repay him by not letting him ever touch a wand again?"
"My boy, how many Death Eaters got away last time with saying they were under Imperius and then followed him again?" the Minister explained. "Besides, it isn't just me. The Wizengamot handed this one down."
"I didn't say he was under the Imperius," Harry murmured, beginning to get frustrated. "And who is there for him to go after? I don't want to say this, but ... Draco's life will never be the same again. He didn't have to protect me. He could've just run away like most of the Death Eaters did and leave me to die, but he didn't. All I'm asking is for you all to give him some kind of recognition for that. Really."
"I understand," Scrimgeour said and he actually sounded tired. "I can pardon him, but even I don't have the authority to make an exception to the law. It really is the most I can give him."
"It isn't fair," Harry mumbled, running a hand through his hair. He took a few deep breaths and shook his head. "I guess we'll have to go to the Wizengamot next."
"You may do that, my boy, but in the meantime, you and I have an agreement. Correct?" he asked.
He shrugged, but nodded again.
"I will have the papers drawn up for the pardon," the Minister sighed. "Bring Mr Malfoy in to sign them tomorrow."
"Okay. Do I still have to do the ceremony?" Harry asked, biting his lip.
"Yes," the Minister said. "It is important. People need to see the wizard responsible for defeating Voldemort. Especially after your interview, they need to see that you are ... whole."
"Can I bring Draco?" he asked quietly, still biting his lip.
There was a silence for a minute. "After the pardon, Mr Malfoy will be free to go where he wishes," the Minister said a bit stiffly.
"Okay. Do you know when it'll be?" Harry asked.
"Probably next week," Scrimgeour said, standing to walk them to the door. "We need to set it up. I will contact you as soon as we know."
"All right." Harry got up as he reached for Hermione's hand. "Thanks, I guess ...."
Hermione patted his hand and took his arm, walking him back to the fireplaces in the atrium. "You did well, Harry," she said. "Malfoy is an embarrassment to them, yet you got him a pardon."
"But I didn't get his magic back," Harry mumbled, feeling as though he had failed.
"But you got his freedom," she said. "That is more than I thought you would get, and, like you said, maybe you can work on the rest."
"I guess," he replied quietly. He wanted everything for Draco, his magic being one of the most important parts.
"Harry, have you thought about taking him to St Mungo's?" she asked.
"Yes, I have, actually. To help with the scars ... and all," he said.
"Good," she said, "because they look painful, and they might be able to do something for his eye. I have been reading up on it."
Harry nodded again, still looking a bit distant. "Hopefully they can help."
Chapter Title: Misunderstandings
Words: 2250 Words
Harry headed back up the stairs and into the room. "Cleaned up?"
Draco had been in the shower. He padded quietly up behind Harry. "For the moment," he said softly.
Harry jumped, turning around quickly. "Oh ... oh, okay ...."
Draco put his arms around Harry's waist, pulling him close. "Did you forget something?" he asked.
"No, did you? I thought you owed me something ...."
"You aren't going to see the Minister?" Draco asked, lips hovering near Harry's.
"Not today," he replied, "I'm going to write him a letter. With your help, of course."
Draco inhaled his scent, staring into his eyes. He missed Harry being able to see him, but at least he left his eyes open and unguarded now.
Harry took his silence as permission, so he leaned up and pressed his lips against Draco's, his arms moving to slip around his neck.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, tilting his head.
"Too tall," Harry mumbled against his lips, already on the tips of his toes.
Draco bent forward more, but then scooped Harry up in his arms and carried him to the bed.
"I've noticed that you carry me a lot," he commented, smiling a bit.
"Stronger now," Draco said. "Not sure why."
"I think I like it," Harry replied softly, resting his head against Draco's shoulder.
Draco laid him on the bed, smiling down at him and then climbing in beside him. "I thought we were supposed to be writing a letter," he teased.
"I didn't say now. We've got all day, Draco," he replied.
"All day?" Draco laughed. "And what should we do with that time?"
"Making a mess of ourselves comes first ... maybe eating, too," he said thoughtfully, shrugging.
"What did Granger say?" Draco asked.
"She cried, really, but I got her to calm down and to listen to me ...."
Draco frowned. "She thinks I want to hurt you, really hurt you?" he said.
"She thought that, but I told her different. It'll take her a bit, but she'll be fine," Harry answered, sitting up a bit and pulling the strip of leather out of his hair.
Draco's breath caught and he nearly whimpered. He wanted so badly to run fingers through those thick locks.
"What?" Harry mumbled, noticing the change in his lover's breathing.
"Nothing," Draco lied.
"You're lying ...." Harry set the strip down on the side table and sat up a bit more. "What is it?"
Draco pulled back, unsure of what to say. "I like your hair," he said quietly.
Harry smiled. "Well, thank you," he said, leaning close and kissing his cheek.
Draco sighed.
"Is there something else?" Harry asked, sitting back.
"Isn't there always?" Draco sighed again.
"Talk to me, then," Harry insisted.
"It's bloody frustrating," the blond muttered.
"What is, Draco?"
"Just things I can no longer have," he said, lying back on the bed.
"Like what?" Harry lay down next to his lover, snuggling close.
"You want a list?" Draco snorted.
"Well, maybe we can exchange ...."
"What?" Draco said frowning.
"Lists, I mean."
"Sounds fun," Draco drawled sarcastically.
"Never mind, Draco," Harry mumbled.
"All right, I am upset that I can't run my fingers through your hair, or over your skin, or inside you!" Draco retorted and then found himself crying.
"Oh." He was surprised to feel the rumble in Draco's chest, indicating that he was crying. "You can ..." he started to say, reaching up to wipe the tears away.
"Not without cutting you," Draco said. "And I don't want that. Not then. I want to feel your skin, not open it. I want to suck your tongue and your cock without worrying about ripping or contaminating you. I want ... I ..." and then he was sobbing.
"Oh, Draco, I'm sorry," Harry murmured, moving closer and hugging him. There had to be something he could do, he thought, rubbing his back.
Draco just let himself cry for a bit. It felt good to be held. His father always berated and hit him when he cried.
"I'll help ... somehow, I promise," Harry said soothingly.
"I wouldn't mind being able to have claws, sometimes," Draco said. "But not being able to have normal hands at all, it makes everything more difficult."
"I understand that. As much as I love them ... it must be hard to deal with it all the time," the brunet agreed.
"I sometimes wish he had made me a real werewolf," Draco said wistfully. "At least I would be sort of normal most of the time."
Harry stayed silent, not knowing what else could possibly comfort Draco after that.
"Do you think my hair would still be white as a wolf?" Draco asked, wondering aloud.
"I think so," he replied. "Soft as one, too."
Draco smirked. "Do you like dogs?"
"I do, actually ...."
Draco laughed, feeling better and sniffing at his lover. "I never had one," he said.
"Me neither," Harry replied, happy to hear that he sounded good again. "Well, not a real one."
"You had a not real one?" Draco asked.
"I didn't really have that one, either ... but yeah, I guess."
"That was vague. Just what am I not getting now?" Draco asked.
"My Godfather. As an Animagus, he ... was a big black dog," Harry explained quietly.
"Sirius Black was an Animagus?" Draco asked, sounding astonished. "Damn, I wish I could do that."
"Me too," he said with a grin, remembering his Godfather. "I miss him."
Draco was quiet. He didn't have any part in Sirius's death, but he knew his father and aunt did.
Harry sighed softly, closing his eyes as he rested his head on Draco's chest. "I hope nothing bad happens to you. That's why I have to do my best," he mumbled, not sure he was making much sense.
"You take a lot on, Harry," Draco said, running the back of his hand against his cheek.
"I know. Sometimes, I wonder how it would feel if everything wasn't like this. If I was completely free to do whatever I wanted. To love whoever I wanted without having to worry about them getting hurt ... or anything like that."
"Well, you did what you were supposed to do," Draco said. "Wasn't that enough?"
"I thought it would be, but there's always more," Harry whispered.
"You don't have to take care of me, you know," Draco said.
"I know, but I guess ... this is the one time I'm letting myself be selfish."
Draco chuckled at that. "So, taking care of me is being selfish?" he asked.
"Yes, I want you all for myself. If you're not here, I can't have that, right?" Harry asked.
"I thought it was some Gryffindor idea of guilt or something," Draco said.
"Not exactly," he replied, "just Harry Potter being selfish."
"Well, then, selfish Harry Potter, what do you want with me?" Draco teased.
"I want you to stay with me for forever and a day, and I want you to love me that long, too," he answered honestly.
Draco nearly started crying again. He held his breath for a moment. "I will do my best then," he said, kissing him gently.
***
This time, the secretary was not surprised and ushered Harry and Hermione in to see Minister Scrimgeour right away. "Harry, my boy," the Minister said, "glad you could join me for a talk."
Harry nodded, taking the same seat again. "What did you want to see me for?" he asked, wanting to get this done as quickly as possible.
"Well, I thought it important that we clear up some misunderstandings," the man said in that pseudo-friendly tone.
"Yes, right. What misunderstandings?" Harry asked, letting it be known that he didn't want to be friendly at all.
"You seem to have gotten the false impression that we are unsympathetic to what happened to you," Scrimgeour continued.
Harry shrugged. He honestly didn't feel like talking about what happened to him again.
"You need not talk to the press about these things, Harry," the Minister said. "You, of all people, know how they always blow these things out of proportion."
"Yes, well, too late for that. I needed someone to actually listen to me for once," Harry replied.
"What is it that you want, Harry?" Scrimgeour said with a sigh.
"You know exactly what I want. I've been telling you all that from the time I was in St Mungo's!" he answered quickly, scowling.
"You want Draco Malfoy pardoned?" the Minister asked, sounding tired.
"Exactly."
"And if he is pardoned?" Scrimgeour continued. "What then?"
"I don't want anything else, if that's what you're asking," he replied, raising an eyebrow.
"There has been talk about awarding you the Order of Merlin," the Minister said.
Blushing slightly, Harry asked, "Really?"
"Yes," the man sighed, "we would like to set up a public ceremony to present it."
"Oh." Harry sat back in his chair, not knowing what to say to all of that.
"We need the public to feel better about the work we are doing to clean up the mess," the Minister continued. "You could help with that."
"How?" he asked hesitantly.
"We just need you to cooperate a bit with us," the man said. "Help make our jobs a bit easier."
Harry nodded slowly. "That's fine. As long as you do what I want."
"Then we understand each other?" Scrimgeour asked.
"I guess," Harry replied, hoping he wasn't making a wrong decision.
Hermione made a small noise and then asked, "Is that a FULL pardon?"
Scrimgeour scowled at her.
"Pardoned of all the charges against him and reinstated as a wizard. With magic," Harry added, just in case he didn't understand it. Harry heard the man hiss and then a deep breath.
"I see," the Minister said. "Well, that is impossible given the current law."
"And you're the Minister of Magic," Harry reminded him, nodding.
"The law was enacted to make sure that we don't end up with more problems," Scrimgeour said. "It states that anyone who carries the Dark Mark, no matter the circumstances, can no longer touch a wand. Penalty for doing so is life in Azkaban."
"I'm already aware of the law," Harry said, sighing. "It isn't fair at all. Especially since Draco helped. He basically saved your life as well, and you repay him by not letting him ever touch a wand again?"
"My boy, how many Death Eaters got away last time with saying they were under Imperius and then followed him again?" the Minister explained. "Besides, it isn't just me. The Wizengamot handed this one down."
"I didn't say he was under the Imperius," Harry murmured, beginning to get frustrated. "And who is there for him to go after? I don't want to say this, but ... Draco's life will never be the same again. He didn't have to protect me. He could've just run away like most of the Death Eaters did and leave me to die, but he didn't. All I'm asking is for you all to give him some kind of recognition for that. Really."
"I understand," Scrimgeour said and he actually sounded tired. "I can pardon him, but even I don't have the authority to make an exception to the law. It really is the most I can give him."
"It isn't fair," Harry mumbled, running a hand through his hair. He took a few deep breaths and shook his head. "I guess we'll have to go to the Wizengamot next."
"You may do that, my boy, but in the meantime, you and I have an agreement. Correct?" he asked.
He shrugged, but nodded again.
"I will have the papers drawn up for the pardon," the Minister sighed. "Bring Mr Malfoy in to sign them tomorrow."
"Okay. Do I still have to do the ceremony?" Harry asked, biting his lip.
"Yes," the Minister said. "It is important. People need to see the wizard responsible for defeating Voldemort. Especially after your interview, they need to see that you are ... whole."
"Can I bring Draco?" he asked quietly, still biting his lip.
There was a silence for a minute. "After the pardon, Mr Malfoy will be free to go where he wishes," the Minister said a bit stiffly.
"Okay. Do you know when it'll be?" Harry asked.
"Probably next week," Scrimgeour said, standing to walk them to the door. "We need to set it up. I will contact you as soon as we know."
"All right." Harry got up as he reached for Hermione's hand. "Thanks, I guess ...."
Hermione patted his hand and took his arm, walking him back to the fireplaces in the atrium. "You did well, Harry," she said. "Malfoy is an embarrassment to them, yet you got him a pardon."
"But I didn't get his magic back," Harry mumbled, feeling as though he had failed.
"But you got his freedom," she said. "That is more than I thought you would get, and, like you said, maybe you can work on the rest."
"I guess," he replied quietly. He wanted everything for Draco, his magic being one of the most important parts.
"Harry, have you thought about taking him to St Mungo's?" she asked.
"Yes, I have, actually. To help with the scars ... and all," he said.
"Good," she said, "because they look painful, and they might be able to do something for his eye. I have been reading up on it."
Harry nodded again, still looking a bit distant. "Hopefully they can help."