Harry Potter and the Cold Hearted Bastard

Author: TheSiner
Title: Harry Potter and the Cold Hearted Bastard
Genre: Romance, Drama and some attempted humour :)
Word Count: ~ 43,000
Pairing: Harry/Draco (main)
Summary: HP/DM, AU, no magic. Draco is a cold-hearted bastard until he finds a mysterious boy without memory who changes his life forever. Love, complicated personalities and unknown past. Repost with changed title. Complete!
Rating: Nothing too graphic.
Disclaimer: These characters are not my own and belong to J.K. Rowling and affiliates. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: slash, OOC, non-magical A/U, non-canon, swearing. Very fanish, not beta-edited. One of those stories that could as well be an original, if it weren’t for the characters. Amnesia is used as a plot device.
Status: Complete

Last revised: May, 2009

The Third Part


When they arrived home, Draco left the car in the garage, took the boy by his hand, and didn’t let him go until they were back in the apartment. Then Draco sat down on the sofa and pulled his Angel down next to him.

Angel had always been impatient, so he could not stand the silence anymore: “Draco, what is happening?”

Draco sighed: “They know you and your family. Your name is Harry Potter. You obviously have a lot of people who care about you and…” it was hard to say the words. “You will have to return to them.”

“What!” The teenager shouted. “You are getting rid of me!”

“Angel!” Draco grabbed the boy by his both shoulders. “Don’t you dare to say anything like that! Do you think that I want this! I don’t. But I must. You will have to return to your family. You are seventeen; they have right to you. Please, be reasonable and don’t be angry at me… tomorrow they will come and get you and there would be nothing I will be able to do…”

Angel felt tears threatening his eyes; he hugged Draco resting his head in the crook of man’s neck, letting the familiar scent to calm him down.

“I’m sorry, Draco I don’t mean it… just… just you are everything I know and I love you and I don’t want to leave you, please don’t make me, please… Draco…”

It was heartbreaking.

“I am sorry, but there is nothing I can do. I could take you and ran away, we could hide, but that wouldn’t be right. You need to remember and your family, they also love you and need you…I have heard of Potters, they are not from our circle, but they could be, I mean they are rich, but they apparently don’t like to socialize with people like my family unless they have to. That already means they are decent people.”

“Will they let you to visit? Will we be able to be together?” The boy inquired. “I know that you are living in Paris, but maybe you could come and… you know.”

“That is not going to be a problem. I am not going to return to France without you. It is time for me to return to London anyway, but for your parents, I am no sure if they will let me to see you. Our relationship doesn’t look good from a parent’s point of view,” he sighed. Draco was scared. He didn’t want to loose his Angel.

Harry hugged Draco closer and more desperately.

“Come here,” the blond coaxed and pulled the boy up letting Harry entwine his long legs around his waist and carried him to his bedroom and gently lay down on the poster bed. The boy tried to pull him down, but Draco told him to wait. He went to the nightstand and pulled out a box from there. It looked like a box where people usually held jewellery.

“This is something I want to give you. I have been thinking about this for some time,” Draco sat down besides the boy and picked up one of his delicate hands. He lifted it up to his lips and gently kissed Harry’s fingertips.

“I am not sure if this is going to fit you,” Draco looked at Harry’s fingers. “But your hands are so small, so maybe it will…” the blond opened the box and there was the most beautiful ring Harry had ever seen. “This belonged to my mother. Father gave it to her when he asked her to marry him, it is a sapphire…I can’t marry you of course, but this is a promise ring, I promise you my love and life and I assure you, that I love and I will not stop, don’t forget it…”

Draco pushed the ring on the boy’s finger. It was beautiful, large and dark blue.

“Don’t you think that it’s too large and girly?” Harry was doubtful.

“No. I want everyone to see that you are mine,” Draco pecked boy’s lips.

“Will you show me that I am yours?” Harry breathed hotly against Draco’s cheek and started licking it.

“Angel I don’t think…”

“But I do!” Harry pushed the man down and climbed on top of him. “Please Draco, this is our last night together, I want to be yours. I want to belong to you; I want something to remember…”

“Angel. It is your first time. I am afraid it will hurt, I don’t want to hurt you,” was Draco’s response. He loved the boy and that turned him into a fool who refused himself the thing he wanted more than anything did.

“Draco, it is going to happen one day and I trust you. I know that you are not going to hurt me more than necessary. Please Draco, I need you. I need to feel you in me, I need to know that I am yours, please take me,” Harry was pleading and rubbing his leg against Draco’s crotch and kissing man’s neck.

“Angel. Stop, please…” The boy had gotten very good at foreplay.

“Draco,” Angel leaned down and looked in Draco’s eyes closely. “Do you think that my age matters so much? Is my age really that important? You love me. I know you do. You don’t have to prove me anything by refusing yourself what you want and refusing me what I want. I know that you are unselfish and true with me… please, let go… make love to me!”

There was nothing Draco could say to that, but a lot he could do…

***

When Harry woke up, he was warm, sore and content. Then he remembered that everything was about to change for him today. Harry looked at the ring. The thing was posh and expensive. It was definitely going to remind him of Draco every time he looked at it. ‘Possessive bastard’, Harry smirked.

Harry was going to meet his parents or whatever family he had. He wanted to see them, but he was also afraid. What if Draco was right and his parents where not going to let them continue their relationship? He couldn’t imagine his life without Draco. Draco was his life!

***

Angel and Draco… scratch that. Now they were Harry and Draco. So Harry and Draco spent morning having breakfast in bed and talking. And just being together. Harry insisted that maybe his parents were going to understand that they loved each other and needed each other. Draco could only smile sadly at boy’s naivety. While Harry was taking a shower, Draco called back Potters and informed them where they had to come to pick up their son. Potters had already called several times before, but Draco had turned off his phone.

***

Draco had left Harry in the bedroom, because there were things he had to explain first and also some things he wanted to ask Harry’s family. So when the doorbell rang Draco went to open the door alone.

“Good afternoon, I already waited for you,” he greeted four people who were standing on his doorstep – three men and a woman.

“Where is Harry?!” The woman shouted, before she had even stepped past the threshold. She had reddish-brown hair and green eyes. His Angel’s eyes. And apparently, his temper as well.

“He is all right, please, come in and sit down,” Draco almost ignored the question.

“Listen, Malfoy, we are here to get our son, so where is he?” The man who spoke was definitely the boy’s father. Draco couldn’t ignore the resemblance.

“I know Mister….” the man had not even told Draco his surname yet. He was treated like some common criminal who had kidnapped their son. That was annoying, because Draco had done nothing of the sort. Technically.

“I am James Potter; this is my wife Lily and Harry’s godfather Sirius Black and our family’s friend Remus Lupin. Now, when introductions are done, return us Harry at once!”

“Sirius Black? Are you the Sirius Black who…”

“Yes Malfoy,” the dark-haired man with light blue eyes looked at the blond with unhidden hostility. “I am your mother’s cousin. I know you and your kind Malfoy and you are going to pay for any harm you have done to my godson…”

“I assure you that I have not done anything to harm him,” Draco was trying to be patient. Usually he didn’t tolerate people speaking to him like that, but this was his lover’s long lost family who was worried about him.

“Let us judge that!” Sirius’s face grew hot and one of the men, Remus, put a calming hand on his shoulder.

“I wanted to talk to you, before you meet Harry, there are things you need to know about his current condition,” Draco ignored obvious rudeness. He was not going to start a fight.

“First, Harry has amnesia. He hurt his head and he doesn’t remember anything before that. I assume you would like to know that I found him unconscious lying on the street. By the river. I have no idea how he got there. However, I took him to the hospital. He couldn’t remember who he was, so afterwards he has been living with me…”

“Living with you, Malfoy! So that’s how you call it? Ron and Hermione told us what you were doing when they saw you! I would say that you…you…used my underage son!” James Potter yelled.

Draco had expected that. He hoped that Harry couldn’t hear it, but was afraid that the bedroom door was not that thick.

“Did you force him!? If you did I am going to cut off you balls and make you eat them!” Naturally, that was Sirius Black. Draco’s distant relative, by the way. Damn, but the man was rude.

“You have completely misunderstood the nature of our relationship.”

“Don’t give me that crap Malfoy!” Black snarled. “I know you and your family! You have absolutely no morals!”

That moment the bedroom door sprang open and Harry was standing there looking at everyone in the room with unreadable expression on his face. Everyone in the room was motionless for a moment. But the next moment the woman rushed to the boy and enveloped him in a tight hug.

“Harry! Sweetie! It is really you!” Harry could feel that the woman had started crying. She was almost choking him.

“Could you… please… could you… let me go,” the boy tried to pry the woman away from him. She was a stranger. He was not comfortable being hugged by a stranger. He knew that she was probably his mother, but he couldn’t accept it yet.

Lily let he son slip out of her grip. Harry saw how disappointed and sad the woman looked.

“I am sorry,” he felt like explaining. “I just don’t remember you and...”

“It is Ok, dear,” the woman smiled sadly. “We are glad that you are alive. We were looking for you, but couldn’t find a trace. You just disappeared from the school one day and no one knew anything. I can’t believe, I am seeing you again, oh, Harry!”

“Harry, you can’t imagine how happy we are,” Sirius joined her.

James started getting up from the sofa; he also wanted to hug his long lost son. Harry however stepped back to the other side of room and took a place behind Draco’s chair. Draco made him feel safe. Those people, on the other hand, were overwhelming.

“Harry?” James looked at the boy questioningly.

“I don’t like how you speak to Draco,” the boy stated. His anger was returning. That had been the initial reason why he had left the bedroom.

“Honey,” Lily Potter was speaking gently as if the boy was six years old. “I understand that you are attached to Mr. Malfoy, however we believe that he had done things to you which are not proper and had wronged you…” the woman was apparently struggling to find the right words.

Harry was not going to listen to this: “You don’t know anything!”

“Harry, calm down,” Draco tried. His lover’s explosive temperament was something he was used to, but this was not a good time.

“Draco I can’t leave with them! They are… I don’t know them. They are strangers and they hate you. Please, don’t make me leave,” the boy begged.

“You!” Sirius spat. “You have brainwashed him! You will answer for everything!”

“Harry, son, we are your family and we love you,” James added.

“But I love Draco!” Harry shouted tears streaming down his cheeks, ran back in the bedroom, and shut the door with a loud bang.

Now Draco was angry: “Damn you, people! I was trying to be as accommodating as I could! But you barge in here and upset him! He already didn’t want to leave, but now… I know that I should have reported to police that I had found him, well, pardon me! Suck it up! Nothing can’t be done about now. No harm has come to him and he has had everything he needed and asked me for.”

Lily was crying; James and Sirius were both going to say something, but then Remus stepped in: “James, Sirius, calm down. Mister Malfoy is right and for Harry it doesn’t matter what we are saying. Mister Malfoy was taking care of him for months; it must be hard for Harry to leave now…”

“You mean Malfoy was taking advantage of him for months…”

“Shut up Sirius! You are not helping,” this time it was Lily, who was trying to compose herself. “Mister Malfoy, you should know that I disapprove of your relationship with my son and we are thinking about filling a report… I want him out of here as soon as possible.”

Draco was angry with those people. He tried to understand them, but failed. He could understand that they hated him, but couldn’t understand why their insisted on being so unreasonable and doing it in front of Harry and thus pushing him away. Self-righteous wankers… Why did they insist on doing this hard way? “Are you going to take him by force?”

“If we will not have other choice…” James drawled.

“Give me twenty minutes. I will convince him. I don’t want to hurt him, and if you try to force him, then he will get hurt, I hope you understand that,” and care, Draco added silently, stood up and approached the bedroom door.

Thankfully, no one said anything.

***

Harry was lying on the bed and crying. His head was buried in the pillows that still held Draco’s scent. They had shared this bed last night… maybe for the last time…

“I don’t want to leave…” Harry sobbed. “I hate those people, I hate them!” The boy shouted.

“Angel,” Draco sat on the bed and put a calming hand on boy’s back. “I hoped they will be more reasonable. But we have no choice… you know that… and you don’t hate them. You shouldn’t, because they love you and they are doing what they think is right. They are doing for your own good.”

“Yes!” Harry interrupted. “I know that if I don’t leave they can take me by force and that will make everything only worse. It’s just hard to look at them and then you and…”

“We will be together as soon as possible, but now you have to go,” Draco’s heart was also breaking.

Harry was sobbing harder: “Can’t stop crying…”

Draco swore to himself. Damn people had made his love so nervous that he couldn’t stop crying.

Draco stood up, picked up a glass of water from the nightstand and got a couple of pills.

“Harry, please take these for me, they will calm you down, please,” Draco asked. “It will make it easier.”

Harry just took the pills and drank all the water still crying. Then Draco put his head in his lap: “I gave you a sedative. Please don’t be angry with me.”

“I am not,” Harry answered holding Draco’s arm and then hiccupped. “I understand. Thank you… just hold me until I fall asleep.”

***

After Harry had fallen asleep, Draco pressed the last kiss to his lips, picked him up bridal style and carried out of the bedroom, where he put the boy in the hands of his father. He didn’t pay any attention to Sirius Black who was glaring draggers at him. Draco was able look only at his sleeping Angel as he put the lithe boy in his father’s arms.

***

When Harry opened his eyes, he was slightly disoriented and everything appeared hazy. Where is Draco? That was his first thought. Then he started remembering what had happened. Draco. His family.

“Honey, you are awake!” He heard a woman’s voice, which was too joyful for his current mood. Harry looked up from where he was sleeping. It was the woman from yesterday. His mother. Their eyes were the same colour.

“Good morning,” the boy greeted without any enthusiasm. “Where am I?”

The woman smiled at him warmly: “You are at home, honey. You are finally at home.”

Yeah, like that meant something to him.

She obviously had the enthusiasm for both of them. Harry’s heart constricted painfully. Draco… this was not his home. His home was with Draco. He missed the man already. Harry fingered his ring. It was still there. Thank, god…

“You slept away half of yesterday and all night too. It is morning now. We would like you to join us for breakfast,” the woman kept smiling as if she was out of her mind, then her expression turned worried. “Or maybe you don’t feel good enough? I can bring it up, if you don’t feel…”

“I am not sick,” Harry cut her off. Well he hadn’t meant to be so sharp, so he continued in softer voice: “It is just amnesia, it is just my head. I sometimes get headache or become too emotional. That’s it.”

“Ok, then you can get up, take a shower and join us in a half of an hour, Ok?”

“Yes, do I have clothes?” Harry could feel that he was wearing only his silk boxers under the blanket. So, they had undressed him. Good that he still had the boxers on.

“Yes, dear, I put them in your bathroom,” Harry looked at the door adjacent to the room; he had his own bathroom. Good.

“Could you…” the boy waved in the direction of door. He was not going to get up before the woman left his room.

“Yes, of course,” she smiled sweetly.

Harry got up and looked at the room. This was his room, so it should look familiar. Maybe it was, maybe not… It looked like a teenager’s room actually. It was done in greens and blues and greys; there was a desk at the table with a computer, games and posters on the walls. Apparently, he had liked football… or just David Bakham. There were also some family portraits. There he was together with other people. The people he didn’t know. But he was going to have a lot of time to explore his room and see if something reminded him of his past life. Now Harry was going to have a nice relaxing shower.

***

After Harry was done with his shower, he inspected the clothes that were left out for him. There were plain grey boxers with buttons in the front, plain black cotton socks, blue jeans, a T-shirt that appeared two sizes too large for him and a knitted sweater with some kind of stupid pattern. The boy frowned. He was used to different clothes. Everything Blaise had gotten him had been designer made. These were just too plain and the sweater was obviously ugly. He was used to silk underwear and designer jeans.

Harry did not want to be a snob, but, damn, he hated those clothes, because they were just ugly. Was he spoiled? What did he really like? Maybe he was simply angry, because he had a feeling that they wanted to make him into someone he was not anymore. However, he put them on and headed out of the room and down the stairs.

The house was actually quite large, not very fancy or something, but very nice, simple and homey, done in browns and reds it appeared to be warm and welcoming.

When Harry was down the stairs, he could hear voices from across the hall. He headed that direction.

When the boy opened the door, he was surprised to see that there were six people sitting at a large family table. There was his mother, the men from yesterday and also the couple he had met in the club. And all of them were looking at him expectantly.

“Hi,” Harry greeted weakly. He was not feeling comfortable. Who wasn’t when they got stared at?

All the people smiled back at him and greeted him back. Harry didn’t like their expressions. There was pity, sympathy, expectations, confusion… They were demanding and pushy.

He sat down on the chair that was obviously left unoccupied for him. Harry had no idea if he should say something or what…

“How was your sleep, Harry?” The bushy haired girl obviously was trying to start some kind of conversation. The topic however was not the best.

‘After I was drugged with a sedative and dragged off somewhere I don’t want to be?’ “It was fine.”

Harry had nothing to say to these people, so he concentrated on his food. It was some typical English breakfast – eggs, sausages, bacon, toast.

After some time of eating in uncomfortable silence, some guy who was wearing strange mismatched clothes in bright colours walked in the room: “Sorry to disturb you sir… Master Harry, I am glad to see you back, we missed you!”

“Yes, Dobby? Oh, Harry, this is Dobson, he’s helping around the house, we call him Dobby,” Harry nodded at the man who beamed at him. Dobby had incredibly large ears.

“Mister Draco Malfoy’s chauffeur was there and brought Master Harry’s bags… what should I do with them?”

“Throw everything out. We don’t need anything from Malfoy,” James ordered angrily.

Harry gaped at the man, ‘what the hell!’ the man wanted to throw out his stuff!

“Don’t you dare! These are my things! If you need to do something with them, then bring them to my room!”

“You don’t need anything from Malfoy. You have plenty of everything in your room and if you need something else, then we will buy it!” James looked at his son sternly, trying to make his son to see his point without getting too angry.

“Honey, James is right…” Lily was apparently going to support her husband.

“No!” Harry slammed his fork on the table, making Ron and Hermione jump in their seats. “I don’t care what you want! I know what I want and I will keep my things!”

James was furious and thinking what he should say. Lily was pale ad she was looking at her plate looking as if she was going to cry.

“Harry,” Remus Lupin spoke up. “You should understand that your parents are upset with mister Malfoy and they would not like you accepting things from him.”

“That’s too bad, because I love ‘mister Malfoy’,” Harry stood up and threw his napkin on the table. Then he stormed out of the room. There were two large bags in the lobby. Harry started struggling with one of them to get it to his room. Then Dobson or ‘Dobby’ joined him. The man smiled at him apologetically and took one of the bags.

“Thanks,” Harry was too angry to smile back.

“So, you really don’t remember anything?” Dobby asked.

“No,” Harry shook his head.

“Then I guess we will have to become friends again?” Dobby beamed.

Harry actually returned the smile. He had a feeling that this Dobby a good guy.

***

When the bags were secured in Harry’s room and Dobby had left, the boy opened one of them. There was an envelope on the top of his clothes. A letter! A letter from Draco! Harry quickly opened the envelope. Yes, it was Draco’s handwriting.

But when he was going to read the letter, someone banged at his door.

‘What now,’ Harry showed the letter back in the bag.

“Yes, come in,” he allowed.

It was Dobby: “Harry, your parents would like to speak to you. They are waiting down in the living room.” The man looked at him apologetically.

Harry sighed. He hated this house, his room, his clothes, his family…

“I’ll be down in a minute,” he answered.

***

When Harry entered the living room, four adults were sitting there, having coffee. What was with those people? If there hadn’t been the obvious resemblance, Harry couldn’t be sure which of them his parents were since they didn’t leave each other’s side apparently. Ron and Hermione were gone.

“Please, sit down,” Lily said calmly and Harry sank in the cushy armchair.

Green eyes scanned all the people in the room challengingly.

“You have changed a lot,” James started. “We are not sure what to do with you now.”

Harry clenched his fists: “What do you think you should do with me?”

“We don’t know!” Sirius exclaimed. “What happened to the Harry we knew? You were such a sweet kid! We want to know what happened!”

“Draco found me on the street and took to a hospital. Then I lived with him. We came to London for holiday and now I am here. That’s all what happened. And I can’t be a sweet kid, because I am an angry kid.”

“That is one more thing we would like to ask you about, Harry,” Remus Lupin spoke up and James took Lily’s hand in his.
“We need to know,” Remus continued. “What relationship did you had with Draco Malfoy?”

“Didn’t he tell you?” The boy challenged fingering the ring.

“We want to hear it from you,” James spoke up sternly.

Their attitude made Harry angry: “We were living together. He took care of me. Then we fell in love. So I guess you should know that I am gay and I have a boyfriend.”

“He can’t be your boyfriend!” James yelled. “He used your vulnerability! He manipulated and forced you…”

“No!” The boy shouted back. “He didn’t force me at all!”

“Harry, try to understand,” Remus was the only one who was still calm. “Draco Malfoy is older and he has really bad reputation, you should try to understand that your parents are worried.”

“You weren’t gay before you met Malfoy!” Sirius shouted.

“Probably was, just didn’t tell you! And I can see why!” Harry retorted. “If you can’t accept me, why don’t you let me return to Draco?”

“Oh, Harry, I am sorry,” Lily stood up and approached Harry. “We love you, we are just shocked. You are like completely different person now. You don’t even wear glasses anymore… and then you say you are gay… we never noticed anything before and your relationship with Draco Malfoy…we could report him for what he did to you, after all he was your guardian...”

Harry tried to understand the woman. She was his mother. Maybe he was not being fair, after all, it really did not look so good: “Listen, I am sorry that I have changed so much, but a lot of things had happened and I really don’t remember anything what happened before. I understand that it should be hard for you, but I can’t do anything about it. About Draco – you shouldn’t worry about our relationship, because it was I who initiated it, and I wanted it. He never hurt me, Ok. I was in love with him and I still am.”

“I can’t accept that!” James shouted. “How can we know that it was not Malfoy who kidnapped you from the start!”

“Then how can I accept you, if you can’t accept me and my choices!” Harry shouted back. “I am sixteen, the age of consent in Britain is sixteen as far as I know. And of course he didn’t kidnap me, I know, because I have some dreams, Draco is not there, there is someone else, it is not him…”

With that, Harry stood up and left the room. He hurried back to his room, eager to read Draco’s letter.

***

There was nothing special about Draco’s letter. He just wrote that he already missed Harry. That they were going to be together eventually and that there was a mobile phone in one of the bags with Draco’s number…

Of course! Now Harry would be able to contact his lover every time he wanted! The boy began frantically rummaging through the bags. There it was! Small and shiny, the boy grinned and pressed the ‘call’ button.

***

Harry was feeling better after talking to Draco. The bastard could be so damn reasonable when he wanted to be and the boy had to admit that he was right about many things. Draco had actually defended Harry’s parents and told him to be more understanding, give them time to accept that he was not the same person anymore.

But if he was not the same person how could they still love him? Was he their son anymore by anything, but blood if he had changed so much? They say that you can’t pick your relatives… but do you have to love someone just because you share the same blood?

Draco had loved his parents even if he had also hated them.

Who were they to figure it out?

Still, Harry was feeling better and he was no so angry anymore when someone knocked on his door.
Surprisingly it was Remus Lupin. The calm one – that was how Harry was calling the man in his mind.

Remus smiled: “Can I come in?”

“Haven’t you already?” Harry stated the obvious.

“Yes, I guess I have,” Remus didn’t take an offence. “Are you going to throw me out?”

“No, make yourself comfortable,” Harry actually smiled back.

Remus sat down in one of the comfy looking armchairs. „You should try to understand your parents,” he stated.

“Yes, I know,” the man couldn’t know, but that was what he had discussed with his lover on the phone for a half of an hour.

“I am glad to hear that. You see, they had been very worried about you for those months, because you were lost and they didn’t know anything. So now, they are being slightly overprotective. I already told them that they should be glad that you are alive and you had returned; besides you have been fine for those months you were missing.”
“You should know that they had never had this kind of problems with you until now. So it’s hard to accept that you want to be with another man. They are worried that mister Malfoy had misled and confused you.”

Harry rolled his eyes: “You know, it is hard to convince someone that guys turn him on. They do or they don’t. I did try to date a girl, if it makes you feel better. It didn’t work out for obvious reasons.”

“I see that you have grown up,” Remus sighed. James and Sirius were hoping that if they kept Harry and Draco Malfoy apart, Harry will ‘change back’. Remus didn’t believe that. He personally hoped that Harry would find another boy. Someone younger and sweeter.

“Harry, if your relationship with mister Malfoy is serious then time is not going to change that. I want to ask you to give time your parents and use it to think about your feelings.”

He was beating around the bush, which was irritating: “So you are asking me not to try meeting Draco?”

“Harry, your parents are aware that one day you will be able to do what you want, they don’t want to force you into anything and push you away, they realize that if they tried to sue mister Malfoy it would only turn you against them… this time apart could be a good way to test if you are both serious… Harry, your parents love you very much.”

Harry could see where this was going. It was a deal. His parents were not going to cause trouble Draco if he agreed not to see him. It was just hard or Lupin to say that bluntly. His parents were blackmailing him and he couldn’t do anything but agree, because he was not going to harm Draco or rather let them harm him.

***

Harry was getting acquainted with his family. Getting to know them.

He wanted to hate them for what they did – blackmailed him to keep him and Draco apart. But Harry couldn’t quite hate them.
How could he hate James Potter when he brought home a huge Christmas tree, telling that before he returned they didn’t want to celebrate? How could he hate Lily Potter when they were decorating the Christmas tree and she was telling him how old he had been when they had bought that or this décor? How could he hate Sirius Black when he insisted on watching football together and spent hours telling Harry, which had been his favourite teams and players? And who in their right mind could hate Remus Lupin? The man was too nice for his own good. How could he hate them when they were telling him every day how happy they were to have him back?

It was hard to accept that those people were his friends and family. He had to admit that they were not bad people, actually quite nice. Apparently, they had decided to ignore the whole him being in love with Draco Malfoy issue. They totally ignored the topic. They were trying to fool themselves; he being gay issue was not going to go away just because they pretended that nothing had happened. But at least there was no shouting.

And Harry was calling Draco several times a day. Draco told him that he was definitely returning to London now. He had an office there. So Draco was going to stay close.

However, today Harry was going to face another challenge. The guy and the girl who supposed to be his best friends were coming to meet him. That was going to be awkward.

***

Ron and Hermione came up to Harry’s room and sat down on the couch. Everyone was smiling uncomfortably.

“So,” the girl began. “How are you?”

That was a good and a stupid question: “I guess I am fine,” Harry knew that he had to elaborate, to keep up some kind of conversation, but he had nothing else to say, because those people were strangers for him. “How long are we friends?” He asked instead. He had nothing to tell them, but maybe they could tell him something useful. He still didn’t remember anything.

“Since the first grade, we met when we started school,” Hermione appeared pleased with Harry’s question. “You and Ron became friends first and then you befriended me, because no one of other children liked me much, Ron was a bit of prat in the beginning though…”

“No wonder that no one liked you,” the redhead joined. “You were a know-it-all after all. It was annoying.”

“Well, some people go to school to study, Ron,” the girl seemed to be affronted.

“In the first grade! You know she kept nagging our teacher if she could do something more challenging, because she already knew how to read and write, so she refused to draw silly doodles…”

“I hoped that I will have a chance to learn something new!”

Harry smiled involuntary, mentally seeing a little bushy-haired girl looking at the poor teacher with disappointment after realizing that she will not be able to learn anything new in the first grade.

“But Hermione, your social skills were kind of poor though,” Ron stated smugly.

The girl rolled eyes as if saying: ‘Congratulations Ron, you actually managed to say something smart for once. You can be proud.’

Harry started seeing why those people were his friends.

“Harry,” Hermione suddenly realized something. “What about school! Were you studying at all while you were away?”

Ron groaned.

Harry smiled: “Yes, I did. I went to a school in Paris. It was a good school I guess.”

“Good,” she let out the breath she had been holding.

“So mate, is it true they say about French girls?” Ron asked next with obvious excitement.

Harry raised a brow at that.

“Ron!” Hermione chided. “You shouldn’t ask Harry that!”

The redhead’s face started matching his hair. Harry couldn’t help himself. He burst out laughing.

Hermione and Ron were looking at him strangely.

“Come on, Hermione. The fact that I am gay doesn’t mean you can’t ask me about girls,” sometimes girls were trying to be too considerate. “But, Ron, I think that girls are not much different in France from girls everywhere else.”

“Well,” Ron started hesitantly. “I wanted to ask about the ‘gay thing’ are you sure?”

“Ron!”

“Don’t worry Hermione, I don’t mind him asking. Yes, Ron. I am one hundred percent sure that I am gay. Do you mind?”

“I am not sure, it’s just unexpected you know, you never told us,” Hermione sighed.

“Well, maybe I wasn’t aware myself, you know – in denial. Or something…”

Ron sighed deeply: “I was one hundred percent sure that you were into girls. You know, I thought that you liked Ginny…”

“Ginny? Who is Ginny?”

“Oh, you don’t remember of course. It is my sister Ginny Weasley. She’s just a bit younger than us and I have always thought you liked her,” The redhead was obviously disappointed that Harry was not going to join the Weasley family as his brother in law or something.

Harry in the meantime was imagining Ron with longer hair and tits. He winced – the sight was not pretty. But awfully funny!

“Harry! What are you laughing at! Ginny is going to be crushed!”

***

Harry was nervous as hell and who could blame him? His parents were giving a Christmas party and the Weasleys were coming. Harry had found out that the Weasleys were not only Ron, his parents and sister Ginerva. Oh, no! There was also Bill, Charlie, Percy and the twins. Plus Bill’s wife – Fleur. That meant that there were going to be many people who knew him, who wanted to greet him, who were happy that he was in a good health etc. They were people he should know and maybe even love, but the truth was that he had no idea how they looked like and who was who…

Harry hoped that they will not be expecting too much from him… but he knew they would be. His parents always told him that it was, Ok, that they understood that he didn’t remember a thing. But the boy could see the disappointment in their eyes, when they were trying to remind him something, but he had no idea what they were talking about.

Harry had put on a green dress shirt leaving two buttons undone and a pair of designer jeans to look casual and fancy at the same time. He looked at his ring. Harry wished Draco could see him right now and even more, he wished he could see Draco right now.

And touch him and kiss him… not going there. He was going to call his lover later.

***

When Harry walked down the stairs, Remus and Sirius were already there. Sirius was telling his friends something animatedly. It was apparently funny, because they were all laughing.
The sight made Harry feel something in his heart. They were family, oh God, for the first time he desperately wanted to remember, so he could be a part of his family again.

***

The moment Harry had feared had come. The doorbell rang (It was playing ‘We wish you a Marry Christmas’) and a horde of redheads burst in the room. Hermione and a very pretty, blonde woman accompanied them.

“Harry, my Dear!” The large redheaded woman crushed him in a close hug. “Our poor boy. You are finally home!”

When she finally let him go the males of family took over shaking his hand vigorously and saying approximately the same. And then Harry was hugged by a redheaded girl, who was obviously Ron’s sister.

“Harry! We missed you so much!” The girl clung to him.

“Hello, Ginny,” he greeted slightly uncomfortable.

“Do you… do you remember me?” She was so full of hope.

Sadly, Harry had to crush it: “No, sorry, Ron told me about you.”

“Oh,” she was obviously disappointed.

Then Harry was introduced to Fleur Delacour-Weasley who spoke with a French accent, was very pretty and very blonde and very much in love with her husband Bill. They both reminded Harry of his other half who was not invited to this family reunion…

The dinner was nice. Harry had helped Dobson preparing it. Dobby had told him that even before Harry was always helping him cooking and even Lily liked it.

After the meal, they all settled down in the living room to chat, play games and enjoy their time together.

Everyone was slightly tipsy from eggnog, vine and beer, so Harry hoped that he could sneak away and call Draco.

When he had entered his room and already ready to dial, someone knocked on his door. Harry groaned and hid the cell phone under a pillow.

“Yes, come in!”

“Hi, I hope I am not interrupting anything?” It was Ginny Weasley.

“No, of course not,” Harry lied smoothly.

“I just wanted to talk to you,” Ginny flopped down on the bed next to the boy. “Oh, what a pretty ring you have! Was it a present?”

“Yes,” What did she want?

“From who?”

“From my boyfriend,” Harry dared her to say anything bad about Draco with his eyes.

“Oh, right, so it is true,” the girl was obviously trying to hide her disappointment. And disappointed she was.

“I don’t know what you heard, but probably it is,” Harry was feeling uneasy. Did Ginny really like him? Actually, she was kind of pretty with that long fiery hair, smooth, pale skin and quite prominent breasts. Her grey eyes reminded him of Draco.

“Ron told me that you thought… that you were… you know…gay?” She cast he eyes down.

“Yes, I am,” what else he could say?

“That’s quite a surprise,” Ginny laughed nervously.

“Probably,” Harry had no idea what their history was. Obviously, there was something or there had been something. How, the hell, could he know! How, the hell, he could know how to act now! It was so unfair.

“But I always thought that we… you and me, you know?”

Was she going to cry? And, no, he didn’t know.

“Listen, Ginny, I have no idea what are you talking about, because I don’t remember anything. I don’t want to hurt you, but I am who I am and there is nothing I can do about it. I have someone who is very special to me and it is serious.”

“Harry! Maybe it is like sickness, maybe when your memory will come back, you will change back! Harry I love you!” The girl almost pounced on him. Harry was getting too aware of her breasts when girl’s body was pressed against his chest.

“Ginny, please, stop,” the boy was trying to pry her away being as gentle as possible. “Let me go!” He finally managed.
Now she was crying. Damn.

“You are a nice girl, but I love another and I am probably not into girls at all! I am sorry, but, no.”

The girl snivelled and brushed tears away with her hand.

“How could you…You liked me when we slept together! You were my first and now you betray me with some guy!” With that, she ran out of the room leaving Harry alone.

What… Did I really sleep with her? Harry thought mortified.

***

“Hello, Draco, what are you doing?”

“Hello, Angel! Nothing important. What are you wearing?”

“A red thong and bunny ears,” Harry was instantly feeling much better when he heard Draco’s voice.

“Really?” Draco drawled. “Didn’t your mother teach you not to lie?”

“Maybe, she taught me, but then there came the damn amnesia,” Harry was joking.

“Yes of course, blame all your shortcomings on amnesia.”

“Oh, you are the one who talks about shortcomings!”

“We Malfoys are known for our good taste, what am I doing with you…”

“Fine, leave me. But you are not getting back the ring!”

“So all you wanted was my money!”

They could go on like this for hours… Harry didn’t want to spoil their Christmas by telling Draco about Ginny.

He was feeling guilty. If he had really slept with the girl, then he was a bastard, because it was not right to have sex with a young girl and then don’t remember her. But there was nothing he could do about it. He couldn’t start dating Ginny just because she had lost her virginity to him, no matter how guilty he was feeling.

Maybe she was lying? But that would be really foul. She was his friend’s sister and a good girl. So she probably wasn’t lying. Damn! What could he do? Harry was feeling worse by every minute, thinking that he had hurt someone, even if unintentionally.

***

After talking with Draco, Harry returned to the guests. The party was still in full swing. James was trying to beat Ron in chess. Remus was trying to pry the glass out of Sirius’s hand, because he obviously had had enough for tonight. Mrs. Weasley, Lily and Fleur were talking – probably about some women stuff. Other Weasley men were playing cards.

That moment Hermione and Ginny came into the room. Younger girl’s eyes were red. Hermione glared at Harry.

Had Ginny told her everything?

***

That night Harry didn’t have a chance to talk to Hermione. He tried, but she was avoiding him. Harry himself was avoiding Ginny, because he had no idea what to do with her or what to say to make everything better.

But the next day Hermione Granger came to visit Harry. Alone. No Ron. That could mean only one – she wanted to talk about something Ron Weasley was not supposed to hear.

Harry asked Hermione up to his room. She didn’t look very happy about him.

“Do you want to talk about Ginny?” Harry asked.

“Yes,” Hermione looked as if still considering what she should say.

“What did she tell you?” Harry had to know how bad it was.

“Everything Harry. She told me everything,” Hermione’s voice was full of maternal sternness.

“What if she’s lying?” The boy suggested.

“Harry! Ginny would never lie about something that serious. You are being unfair. First, you sleep with a girl and then you accuse her! I hoped you didn’t tell her that you thought she was lying?”

“No, of course not. But what do you want me to do? What! I don’t remember her! How can I remember what we did or didn’t do together?”

“You could treat Ginny as she deserves Harry James Potter! If you slept with Ginny that means you are not as gay as you claim to be. And Ginny is a good girl, she deserves more, you owe her at least that. I can’t understand why you are giving your affection to someone who is not worthy of it…”

“Draco is worthy of it, Hermione…”

“No, he is not!” The girl insisted. “I did some research. He is a womanizer, he had never been faithful and he is just… a spoiled bastard!”

“Draco has changed!” Harry yelled. “That was how he used to be!”

“Oh, really,” the girl’s voice was full of sarcasm. “People like that don’t change. Besides your parents would be happier if you dated Ginny. Everyone would be happier. Think about that!”

And with that, she left Harry alone.


***

The next day Harry walked down to the kitchen where they were having breakfast. Harry was playing with his scrambled eggs.

Lily could see that something was bothering her son.

“Harry? Is everything all right?” She asked.

“Yes… well, I wanted to ask you something…”

“Of course, go ahead son,” James was making an effort to be supportive.

“Well, I was wondering if I could go out for a couple of hours.”

Lily frowned: “Where do want to go?”

Harry sighed: “I wanted to meet Ginny, Ginny Weasley…”

Lily’s expression immediately changed, now she was smiling broadly.

“Of course Harry, we know who Ginny is,” James teased.

“Yeah, I guess so,” now Harry was frowning. “Then I can call her, right?”

“Of course dear, I or James will give you a ride wherever you decide to meet.”

After Harry had left the kitchen, his parents exchanged conspiratorial glances.

***

“Ok, it must be here,” James Potter stopped his car in the front of a café. It had strange name “Leakey Cauldron”. Ginny had picked the place. Obviously, they had been there before. Not that Harry would know.

“Yes, I think so, so I’ll be going,” Harry got ready to get out of the car. “You don’t have to wait for me; I will probably walk Ginny home later…”

“Of course son, have fun,” James smirked mischievously.

That was annoying. Harry didn’t answer anything.

Ginny was already sitting at the table in the corner.

“Hello,” Harry greeted the girl.

“Hello,” she answered. “I already ordered. Hot chocolate with milk for you. Your favourite.”

“Probably you know what my favourite is better than me,” the boy smiled sadly and sat down.

The waiter came and brought them both to cups with hot, steaming drinks and a plate with cookies.

“Those look nice,” Harry noted.

“They are. One of the reasons why we often came here,” Ginny explained. “Why did you want to talk to me?”

Harry looked at the young lady who was sitting in front of him. She was perfect. Beautiful face, hair and body. A great girl really.

“I wanted to talk about our relationship,” the boy sighed.

“What relationship? The one you decided to throw away?” The redhead glared at him.

“I… oh, Ginny, I am sorry for what I did. I really am, believe me, I feel terrible. I didn’t want to hurt you. I had no idea, how far we had gone. That was shocking, if I have to be honest. Can you imagine – I don’t remember my first time, I don’t remember even my first kiss. Do you think I am doing it on purpose? Please forgive me,” Harry just wanted her to understand.

Ginny looked into the boy’s green eyes. Harry meant it. Harry was the greatest person in the world. He could never do anything to hurt someone on purpose. That was one of the reasons why she loved the boy so much: “Harry, oh, God, I was so selfish throwing everything at you like that! Of course I am forgiving you,” she put her hands on his gently. “If you can forgive me. I am so glad that you have decided to give us a chance. We will get to know each other again and then everything will be better than it was…”

Harry pulled his hands away: “No, Ginny, I am sorry, I can’t. You are great; it is not about you because you are perfect! But I can’t, I love Draco. I just wanted to say I am sorry, that’s all I can give you…”

Ginny sprang to her feet: “Sorry? You are saying that you’re sorry? I don’t need you being sorry! Why are you not sorry enough to try loving me?”

“Because I can’t! Try to understand!” Now he was shouting. Probably everyone in the room had heard him.

“I hate you!” The girl shouted and ran out of the café.

Harry finished drinking his hot chocolate, which was really great. But it was a small comfort. This was such a mess.

***

Draco Malfoy was sitting alone in his apartment and wishing Harry was there when his phone rang.

“Draco Malfoy,” he answered impassively. He hoped whoever was calling was going to be laconic, because he didn’t want to keep the line busy. Harry hadn’t called today yet. So he didn’t want to be out of reach.

“This is James Potter,” Draco was surprised to hear the man’s name. “I must ask you have you seen my son. Is Harry with you?” The man sounded resentful and worried.

“No. No, of course he is not,” what is happening here?

“Are you sure Malfoy? If you are lying…” the man dared to threaten him.

“No, I am not lying. Who do you think I am!” Ok, he didn’t really want the question answered. But why was Potter calling and asking if Harry was with him? Didn’t he know where Harry was?
“What is happening? Why isn’t Harry at home? Where is he?”

“Would I be calling you if I knew where Harry was? If he is not with you then it is none of your business!”

“Of course it is my business. I entrusted him to you!” Draco shouted.

“I am sorry, mister Malfoy, James is worried,” Lily Potter had taken the phone from her husband. “You see, Harry went to a café to meet one of his friends and he hasn’t returned yet. If you hear anything from him, please let us now… if he’s really not with you, if he is, please tell us,” the woman begged. She had decided to play nice, just in case.

“Of course Mrs. Potter, I am not going to lie about something so serious. I will try to find him myself and if I find anything, I will inform you,” Draco ended the call. Wheels were already turning in his head. He was planning what to do next…

He dialled Harry’s number and prayed for Harry to be safe. Please, love, pick up the phone. Please!

Nothing.

No one picked up.

***

When the doorbell rang, (it was still the merry ‘We wish you a Merry Christmas’) all of the extended Potter family sprang to their feet expectantly. When James opened the door, he was more than disappointed when an aristocratic blond walked into his house as if it belonged to him.

“Malfoy. What are you doing here?”

“I am here for the same reason you are here. It’s Harry.”

“Get out of my house!” James shouted.

“Stop yelling and be reasonable for once. I wouldn’t be here if you had watched Harry,” Draco also had a reason to be angry. He was angry with Potters for loosing Harry. He was going mad imagining all the possibilities, all the terrible things that could have happened to his beloved.

“You dare to blame me…”

“James, stop the yelling,” Remus Lupin stepped in. “It is not helping anyone. Come in Mr. Malfoy, we already called police. I assume that officers would like to ask you some questions.”

“Remus…” James was ready to object.

“Remus is right,” Lily Potter joined them. “We need all the help we can get. Come in Mr. Malfoy.”

“Thank you,” Draco stepped back, opened the front door and beckoned someone in. Two well-built men entered the Potter residence. “These are Crabbe and Goyle. Security service of ‘Malfoy Incorporated’. They will help the police.”

Draco walked further in the room and both men followed.

***

“Thank you mister Malfoy, I believe that your information is going to be very useful,” one of the police officers rushed to deliver the folder he was holding to his colleagues.

“What information did you gave them?” Sirius Black eyed the blond suspiciously.

Draco sighed and sat down accepting the cup of tea Lily offered him: “I know how to do my homework. When I found out who Harry was I, or rather my security service, started gathering information. I wanted to find out what happened, why Harry was in Paris, how he got there.”

“And of course you did better than the police,” Sirius snorted.

“Of course I did. Police can’t be trusted. They don’t have as much resources, they get lazy and they can be bought… ”

“You sure know that,” Sirius interrupted Draco who ignored the man’s tone.

“One thing I know for sure is how to take care of my family, Black. And there is something police didn’t consider. Do you remember Tom Riddle?”

“No. I don’t,” Lily looked at James.

“Neither do I.”

“Approximately sixteen years ago you were out shopping. Harry was a bit over one year old then. He noticed a man and apparently, the guy scared Harry very much. He started crying very loud and attracted everyone’s attention to the said man who tried to give your son a candy to calm him down. But Harry wouldn’t stop crying. It drew attention. Someone recognized him as Tom Riddle. A wanted criminal. The police caught him before he had left the mall. There were even articles in newspapers “A TOADLER CATCHES WELL KNOWN CRIMINAL” or something like that.
It was unimportant to you, but who knows how humiliating that was for Riddle. He was released a month before Harry disappeared for the first time. I don’t believe it is just a coincidence.”
“I have already ordered to locate Riddle and made sure that authorities are aware that he had breeched conditions on which he was released from imprisonment.”

“Oh, God! Is it possible that this Riddle has something to do with Harry?”

“I think it is possible. You don’t have many enemies Mr. Potter. Now I will be returning to my apartment. If something changes, please inform me. Crabbe will be staying here with officer Mellown, if you don’t mind.”

As much as the Potter family didn’t want to owe Draco Malfoy, they realized that they did. Pride was not an issue. They just wanted their Harry back. They couldn’t believe this was happening again.

***

///Twelve hours ago…///

Harry finished his hot chocolate, paid and walked out of the café. He was deep in thought and didn’t notice how someone approached him from back, before something was pressed against his face, the smell was awful and then everything went black.

***

When Harry started regaining consciousness, he felt that his arms were hurting and head spinning. Ha tried to pry his eyes open, the light around him was dim, so it was not as uncomfortable as it was usually when someone tried to open their eyes again after being in the dark for long time.

Harry was in a half-sitting position and his hands were handcuffed to a rusty pipe, they were hurting his skin, it was red and almost raw around his wrists. Where was he? What was going on?

Harry looked around. The light was coming from a narrow, barred window by the ceiling. The room was dirty, stained wallpaper was peeling off the walls, dust mice rolled across the floor and Harry could see spider webs in the corner by the ceiling. The only piece of furniture in the room was a ratty couch.

Harry tested the handcuffs restraining him, but it only hurt him more, there was no way he could free himself. Oh, God, he was getting scared. The floor was cold…

The door. There was a door on the other side of room. Harry had a feeling that the door was going to sprang open every moment and he would face his captor. Minutes or maybe hours – the boy had lost the track of time – Harry was staring at the door for what seemed to be forever. But no one came. Neither a saviour, nor his kidnapper.

Nothing.

Maybe he could try screaming? Probably there was no one who could hear him. But from the other side – he had nothing to loose: “Help! Somebody, help!”

Nothing.

Harry was cold, tired and hungry and his abused wrists were hurting. He was alone and had no idea what was happening…

***

Harry was woken up because a jab of pain in his side. He groaned.

“It is time to wake up, little Harry,” someone hissed close to boy’s ear, making him shudder. It was like a snake’s voice. There was something cold, cruel and slimy about it. Harry remembered where he was. He didn’t want to open his eyes to see the owner of the repulsive voice.

“Look at me Harry,” the snake ordered enforcing obedience with one more painful kick.

Harry obeyed immediately and opened his eyes.

A tall man was looming above him. Maybe he appeared tall only because he was standing, but Harry was sitting, chained to the damn pipe.
Insane. He is insane, was the boy’s first thought when he saw the stranger. The light was on, so Harry could see the man in detail. He was wearing dark green casual pants and a shirt, nothing particular, no leather and chains. But there was a maniacal gleam in his dark eyes, which were rimmed with red as if he had not slept for days. His lips were twisted in a strange expression; it looked as if he was trying to smile, but couldn’t for some reason. However, Harry was sure that if the man were smiling, it wouldn’t be a pleasant smile.

No words would express how much Harry didn’t want to be there.

***

Draco was pacing, his cell phone gripped in his hand so tightly it was almost crushing in his hand. His usually neat and perfect blond hair was dishevelled and shirt crumbled.

“Calm down, Draco. You are going to wear a hole in the carpet. Take a shower and get some sleep!”

Draco glared at Blaise angrily; he wanted to throw something at the man.

“This is not helping anyone, Draco. He is going to be fine, they will find him,” Blaise tried to assure his best friend.

“Oh, really? How can you guarantee that? Maybe you know where he is? He has been missing for forty-eight hours. Can you imagine what could happen during forty-eight hours? Of course, they will find him! But there is no guarantee that he will turn up alive! Do you understand that!”

“I understand Draco, I do… but we can’t do anything but wait. And it is not helping if you are killing yourself.”

Draco abruptly stopped pacing and looked closely at the other man: “But you are right, Blaise. I am really not helping right now, like this…”

“Of course I am right… wait! Draco where are you going! Draco?”

Blaise followed the blond who dashed out of the room straight to the library. Draco went to the desk and started rummaging through the drawers.

“Draco? What are you… oh, no, don’t even think about that!” Blaise was horrified when Draco pulled out a gun from one of the drawers and pocketed it.

“Are you out of your bloody mind! What are you going to do!”

“Something. Anything to get my angel back.”

***

Draco had joined his men at the headquarters of his security service. If they managed to find anything, he wanted to be the first to know. Nothing much had changed so far. No one had called Potters and asked for a ransom.

It was hard for Draco to hold his temper down. He wanted to yell at everyone in the room to try harder. But lashing out at his employees was not a good idea. Draco knew that they were working as hard as they could…

“Mr. Malfoy,” someone approached him.

“Yes?”

“I think we have a lead. Valden McNair, one of the street scums we interrogated informed us that there was a rumour that Riddle had been doing some dirty work for McNair. Of course that was long time ago, before Riddle was put in the jail…”

“I know McNair. I will talk to him myself,” Draco scowled. The man was someone from his past. Someone he was not overly eager to meet again, but he knew him better than his employees did.

“Give me the address.”

***

Not bad at all, thought Draco Malfoy. Apparently, McNair was still well off. Probably more than half of man’s income was from illegal activities, but until he was caught by the hand…

“Draco Malfoy,” Valden McNair grinned with a strange gleam in his eyes. “What a pleasant surprise! What have led you to my humble abode?”

The man disgusted Draco, he wanted nothing more than punch him in the face, but that was not going to help him get what he wanted: “I am here for business McNair.”

“Oh, but business is a highly inclusive concept. Don’t you agree?” The older man sneered.

“No, I don’t. My business with you is going to include nothing of the sort,” Draco glared.

“Ah, so you still remember…”

Naturally, Draco did remember.


///Six years ago…///

“See that man, Draco?” Lucius Malfoy pointed at one of their guests. “I am very interested in doing business with him. I hope you will make yourself useful.”

“Of course father,” Draco nodded. So, his father wanted to suck up to Valden McNair and he wanted Draco’s help. Draco knew where he stood. He was Lucius son, his property, and his asset – everything his father wanted him to be. Lucius enjoyed displaying his family.

“Good evening sir? Are you enjoying yourself?”

The man smiled at the young blond: “Of course Draco. You have grown up since I saw you for the last time. You have turned into quite charming young man.”

“Thank you mister McNair, you are being too kind,” Draco lowered his eyes in mock modesty.

“Not at all, not at all my boy,” McNair laughed and patted Draco on the back. “Besides, you can call me Valden.”

“No, Mr. McNair, I wouldn’t dare,” Draco was satisfied. The man liked him. That was his task tonight – to talk to the guests and be likable to polish up his father’s image.

“That is an order Draco,” the dark-hired man told in mock sternness and the boy obediently laughed at his joke.

“Listen, Draco, your father mentioned that he owned a vast collection of art?”

“Yes Valden. Our collection was gathered by many generations of Malfoys,”

“I would really like to take a look at it,” that was a request.

“And I will be glad to walk you around…”

They walked around the Malfoy Manor. Harry was showing off his family’s house that was furnished and decorated with impeccable taste. Finally, they entered the gallery.

“Here it is,” Draco explained switching on the lights. “We have more, but these are father’s favourites.”

“Of course,” McNair grinned slowly approaching the boy from behind. “But you know, I personally think that there is one treasure far greater which your father owns,” the older man whispered huskily, his lips almost brushing against Draco’s ear.

“What treasure?” Draco whispered stunned by other man’s unexpected closeness.

“You, my beautiful, you,” McNair entwined his arms around Draco’s waist and man’s lips attached to Draco’s neck.

“Please, Mr. McNair,” the boy begged.

“Please what? You are an eager little whore aren’t you? You want more?”

That pulled Draco out of his stupor and he forcefully pushed the man away: “Please stop!”

“Draco, Draco, Draco…” McNair was approaching the teenager as if he was a wolf who was stalking his pray. “What will you father say? You are not being very courteous.”

“What would my father say knowing what you are doing!” Draco shouted cringing back.

“Do you think your father doesn’t know? Do you think I would dare to take advantage of his son without his consent?”

Draco was shell-shocked. He knew how his father could be, but this was too much: “No!”

“Oh, yes, dear, so, be a good boy,” McNair lifted Draco’s chin, gripping it almost painfully. “Please me and your father.”

Be a good boy, good boy, do what your father wants, you are a Malfoy, and Malfoys do what they must do…No!

“No!” Draco shouted and pushed the other man away. “You and father can stuff yourselves! Or fuck each other for all I care!”

“You will regret it!” McNair threatened.

But Draco didn’t. That had opened his eyes. He was not sure if his father had done it to get a deal with Valden McNair. Lucius had more money than he could ever spend. Actually, the truth was more horrifying. Draco suspected that it was just one of his father’s twisted plans to dominate him. Lucius probably wanted to show Draco that he owned him. It was not as if Lucius wanted or could fuck Draco himself, so he had picked someone for the job…

He was feeling dirty and angry. He had played the good son for years. He had done all of his father’s biddings. But it had never been enough… Draco was feeling betrayed and dirty…

From that day, everything changed. Draco never trusted his parents anymore; he started seeing them in different light. His father was a despot who spent his time manipulating people, played them as if they were chess pieces. It was just a game for him.
His mother was just a fancy doll. Shopping, social functions, jewellery and friends who were as shallow as she was. That was all she cared about.

He never let them rule his life again and slowly turned into Draco Malfoy he was when he met Harry for the first time.

***

///Back to the present///

***

“I remember our last meeting McNair,” Draco made a disgusted expression.

“Have you changed your mind?”

“No. I need information. What do you know about Tom Riddle?”

“And who do you think you are? You think you can waltz in my home and demand something from me?”

“I will pay you, just name your price,” Draco proposed coldly.

Valden McNair smirked looking Draco up and down: “What a good idea. You already know what I want.”

Draco looked at the older man who was looking back. Malfoy’s expression was unreadable. It didn’t give away any emotions or decisions.

Suddenly Draco flung forward, grabbing the other man by his collar and the steel-cold tip of Draco’s gun was pressed under McNair’s chin: “Listen to me, you scum! I am not a sixteen years old boy anymore. If I won’t get what I am asking for you, I will blow your brains out. Tom Riddle had taken something from me, something very dear; I want it back pretty badly, nothing is going to stop me… You knew my father. He was a crazy bastard wasn’t he? For your knowledge, I can be even worse. Especially when angry. And you are pissing me up right now…”

“Ok, Ok, Draco…I know Riddle, I know where he could be…just, just take away that gun…”

***

Draco jumped in the car, warning McNair, that if he would try to warn Riddle, he was going to regret it.

That was probably enough; the man looked like he was ready to do anything to get Draco out of his house. Besides it didn’t looked like he cared for his old buddy much. He had told Draco everything he could think about it.

He got an address. It was an old cottage outside London they had used twenty years ago. Maybe Harry was not there, but if there was a chance… Draco was going to check it out, when he was approaching the area; he called Goyle, letting him know where he was and if he didn’t call in fifteen minutes… Goyle shouted at his boss for going there alone, stated that he was not going to wait, but would send a car at the spot and Draco was not to approach house under any conditions…

Then Draco dropped the phone.

***

The house had apparently been neglected for long time. It looked like it was going to fall apart every moment. But the looks could be deceiving, right? Draco tightened his grip on the gun and slowly crept closer to the house.

He couldn’t hear anything, but he noticed that there was light coming from somewhere on the ground. Draco sneaked closer almost not daring to breathe. He had a feeling that… he didn’t dare to hope, but he hoped.

Draco saw that the light was coming from a window close to the ground. It could be a basement or something like that – a perfect place where to keep a captive.

Draco decided to find the entrance. He walked around the house. There was a door. Looking as it was going to fall out of hinges if he tried to open it. Draco gripped the handle and slowly pushed it down praying that something was not going to squeak. He was going as slowly as he could.

From inside the house smelled like dust, humidity and cat-pee. Maybe it was happening for the first time in Malfoy history, but Draco didn’t care at all. His attention was fixed on the target – the room somewhere under the house.

Draco walked around the house without making a sound. When he entered the kitchen, he saw a door, which probably led down in the basement. Draco pulled out his gun and tried to listen.

He could hear something. Muffled sound was coming from the basement. Like someone crying and someone’s voice. Draco’s blood boiled – he wanted to barge in the room… but that would be stupid. Riddle would be able to kill Harry before he managed to get down the stairs…

But the man was probably hurting Harry… Think, Draco, think…

He couldn’t go down and if he waited until police came… no, Draco couldn’t wait while Harry was probably down there with the maniac. Of course! He had to make Riddle come out!

Draco quickly reached for a cup on the table and pushed it, making it fall on the ground and shatter.
Then he pressed his back against the wall and waited.

Everything happened fast. As soon as Riddle opened the door, Draco fired. He didn’t care where he got the man, what mattered – he was on the floor. Draco stepped over him and run down the stairs in the basement.

Seeing Harry was almost too much for him. At first, he was overjoyed that he had finally found the boy, then he was horrified to see all of the blood, then he got worried. How bad could it be?

“Harry, Angel? Can you hear me?” Draco took boy’s head in his palms. “Are you conscious? Harry! It’s me, Draco.”

Boy’s handsome face was terribly bruised. Seeing him like this, made Draco want return upstairs and cut Riddle’s eyes out or better use a spoon.

“Draco…” Harry whispered weakly. He couldn’t open his eyes, because they were harmed too much, turned in black and blue swollen wounds: “I remember…”

“I am happy for you. But don’t talk, Ok. You are alive; you will be fine, just wait…” Draco could hear cars approaching outside. He took the broken body in his arms and held him close. Harry was going to be fine. He had to be all right…

It seemed like hours for Draco, but finally the police and medics arrived. Strong arms dragged him off his Angel. At first, he didn’t want to let go, but then again – Harry needed help. Draco was thinking about calling a private hospital or something…

Then Crabbe and Goyle came up to him and dragged the blond to the car, making him sit in the back seat.

“I want you to follow the ambulance,” Draco ordered.

“But, sir,” Crabbe tried to object.

“It’s an order,” the blond countered.

The bodyguard sighed and started the car.

***

When Draco arrived at the hospital, he ran up the stairs straight to the waiting room. Potters and their friends were already there.
All the heads turned to Draco when he walked through the door.

“Malfoy,” James shouted. “They told us you were with Harry. What happened? How is he?”

Draco sighed: “Yes, I found Riddle. Harry was beaten up, but he talked to me, he recognized me. I think it is a good sign. Then the medics took over.” The blond man didn’t allow himself to think about possibility that his love could be not all right.
“I should have killed that damned Riddle!”

Draco had just injured the man; he had been still alive when they were leaving.

That moment a nurse came out drawing anyone’s attention to her: “Mr. Potter is resting. He didn’t need a surgery, he has some broken ribs, a broken arm and he will need some stitches. Whoever hurt the poor dear beat him up pretty badly, but he will recover, I am sure of that.”

“Can we see him?” Lily Potter sounded hopeful and desperate.

“I am sorry, but you will have to wait until he wakes up, Mrs. Potter,” the nurse replied kindly, but sternly.

Everyone settled down on the chairs to wait. After some time Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger arrived. Ron shot Malfoy a disapproving gaze.

They instantly rushed over to Lily and James who explained them everything.

Then Lily stood up and approached Draco: “Mr. Malfoy, I am very grateful for everything you did for us.”

Draco looked the woman in the eyes, the same eyes as his angel’s: “No need to thank me, I didn’t do it for you. My reasons were quite selfish.”

“No need to be rude, Malfoy!” Sirius growled.

Draco rolled his eyes: “I am not being rude. I am stating a fact Black. I look after what is mine.”

“How dare speak about my godson like that! He’s not your property!”

“He doesn’t mind, trust me,” Draco smirked.

James appeared quite upset.

Draco realised that he shouldn’t be goading the man, but he was on the edge and striking out was his second nature, when he was upset.

“How can Harry be in love with someone who is such an insensitive prick?”

Ron looked disbelievingly at his girlfriend who usually didn’t use such expressions.

“He gets very amenable after some whipping,” Draco stated matter-of-factly and the waiting room went very quiet.

Then Draco laughed: “Damn I am tired… It was a joke. But, yes, I am quite a prick, and Harry knows that very well and as you see, he still wants me. I think he just loves yelling at me on such occasions. He has quite a temper…”

Draco looked sideward and took a deep breath and raked fingers through his hair, which was not in it’s perfect order. Suddenly he felt a warm hand on his trembling one.

“He is going to be fine, Draco,” Lily squeezed blond’s hand assuring him.

“I know,” Draco sighed and wiped his eyes with a back of his palm. “It’s just…”

“You should rest after everything what happened,” Lily suggested.

“You are not my mother, Mrs. Potter, I don’t have a mother,” Draco snapped.

“Oh, I can see that,” Lily smiled. “Any decent mother would have taught you some manners.”

“Maybe,” Draco drawled a bit amused.

“You really care for Harry, don’t you?” Lily smiled.

“Yes, I do,” there was no hesitation, no doubt.

“Then you should do the right thing and leave him alone,” Sirius huffed.

The blond smirked: “You know Black, I am curious. What upsets you the most? The fact that I am a man or that I am older than him or that I am a Malfoy?”

“Well, it is hard to choose; one reason is better than other,” Sirius answered. “I hope that my godson will grow out of his phase and find a nice girl. I don’t understand what he sees in you.”

Draco leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes: “Don’t be stupid, your precious boy is as gay as they come. And even if he swung both ways do you really think he would want some stupid schoolgirl after me? What he sees in me? I am gorgeous, smart and willing to give him everything he wants. That sums it up nicely, don’t you agree?”

Harry’s godfather was going to say something, but Lily cut him off: “Siri, this is not the right time and place. We are all very tired. Go, get me a cup of tea!”

***

When Harry opened his eyes a smiling faces of his parents greeted him.

“Harry, dear, how are you?” Lily gently squeezed her son’s hand.

“Mum? Dad?” Harry’s voice was hoarse from sleep.

“Harry!” Lily laughed. “You called me ‘mum’! Do you, you…”

“Yes,” the boy returned her smile. “I remember.”

“Oh, honey, that’s great,” Lily sounded relieved.

“I guess so,” Harry drawled.

“I am glad you are back, son,” James was standing on the other side of boy’s bed.

Then suddenly Harry remembered something: “Where is Draco?” He looked worried.

“He’s waiting outside,” James sighed.

“Can I see him?” Harry’s green eyes lit up knowing that his lover was close did it for him.

“Harry,” Lily started tentatively. “About, Draco… are you sure about him? Maybe this is not the right time, but he’s very… do you really like him?”

“Yes, mum, I do,” Harry closed his eyes and smiled thinking about his lover who had saved him. “I understand that you were shocked about everything. Well, I didn’t realize that I was gay before I met him.”

Then Harry looked as if he had suddenly realized something: “Oh, but I am and I never slept with Gi… Ok, that’s not important right now… I know that it looks like he hates all the people, he kind of does. Except me. He adores me as much as he hates everyone else. Please, mum, dad, let me see him!”

Lily looked at James warily. He shrugged. They couldn’t say ‘no’ their son right now.

Then they noticed that Harry had closed his eyes again, could be all the medicine or just fatigue. But they were going to make sure that when he opened his eyes again, his heart’s desire would be granted.

***

“Good morning my beautiful,” Harry was greeted as soon as he opened eyes.

“Stop teasing a sick man. I know I look terrible,” the boy groaned, instantly recognizing the voice.

“You will always be the most beautiful for me,” Draco leaned down and pecked the tip of Harry’s nose.

“You had turned soppy, Draco. What happened to the man I loved?”

“You happened?”

“Ah, blame everything on someone who is bound to bed and can’t defend himself?” Harry pouted mockingly.

“That’s what you get when you decide to associate with a Malfoy. We know how to use other’s weaknesses for our advantage,” Draco smiled cockily.

“Maybe I should talk to my parents and make them change their minds about letting you in?”

“Then they will have to get a restraining order, and put guards at your door, because now there is no way I am leaving you. You are not getting rid of me. Ever,” Draco leaned over the hospital bed and pecked his young lover on his nose.

Harry giggled.

Then the door opened and other people came in.

Draco groaned inwardly – of course, they couldn’t leave them alone for longer than five minutes. Where they afraid that he would fuck Harry on the hospital bed? That wasn’t a bad idea per se. But later, when the brat would feel better.

“Harry!” Sirius Black rushed to his godson. “James told me that you remember everything!”

Draco almost rolled his eyes and stepped back, leaning against the wall and watching all the… nonsense.

“Is it true?” Remus inquired carefully.

“Yeah,” the dark-hired boy beamed. “I do.”

“We are all so happy for you!” Hermione smiled warmly.

“Sure. And I remember what happened the last time, when I got kidnapped,” the boy closed his eyes.

“You don’t have to…” Lily tried to step in.

“No, mum, I do, please don’t interrupt me, I want to tell you while everyone is there, so I won’t have to repeat myself.
I was walking home from school, alone. There was a mini van. The door opened and some people, they grabbed me and pulled inside. I was kicking and screaming, but there was nothing I could do. They tied me up. Covered my eyes, so I didn’t see anything. Then I think they brought me on the ship or a boat or something like that. I was very tired and I fell asleep. I have no idea for how long.
I heard them talking. Something about their boss who was hiding in Paris. Then they took me off the boat and there was another van. They were talking about Riddle’s yacht… I think that’s were they were taking me. Then we finally arrived. They dragged me to the boat and untied me and then I broke loose. There were only two of them. I don’t know what exactly I did, I was kicking and screaming, then I hit my head… well after that I jumped off the boat, I was still running, but then, I think I passed out and… well, I think you know the rest, don’t you?” Harry glanced at Draco and smiled fondly.

“Yes, we know too well,” James glared at Malfoy.

Harry’s expression turned serious and solemn: “If you hoped that I will regain my memories and forget Draco then you are wrong. I know everything about him, I know what he’s like and even if there is more – I don’t care. I love him and that’s it! And when I will be eighteen, I will leave you and go wherever Draco is and if you can’t accept it then I will probably never come back! There is nothing you can do to change me or how I feel about my lover.”

Everyone looked shocked. It was Hermione who said something: “Harry, you can’t mean it! You are going to choose him over your family and friends? And what about Ginny?”

“If Ginny told you the same thing as me, then you should know that she was lying. And Draco is not making me to choose between him and my family! He stopped sleeping around for me; he moved to London for me and saved me.”

Draco came to Harry’s side and put a hand on boy’s shoulder: “Shush, now, brat, I don’t thing this screaming is good for you, better rest now.”

The other people also recovered from the shock.

“Well,” Lily sighed. “I guess we will have to invite Draco to dinner sometime.”

James stood behind his wife and put a hand on her shoulder, looking far from happy, but resigned: “Well, Lily’s parents also didn’t like me much at first.”

The woman chuckled: “Yes, they said you were just a rich playboy.”

“Don’t fret, Sirius,” Ron grinned. “You will not be the blackest sheep in the family anymore.”

Harry was happily holding on his boyfriend’s hand as his family members were bickering with each other for a change.

“You know, love,” Draco whispered on Harry’s ear. “Maybe I should think better about that invitation to dinner, your family is very weird.”

The boy chuckled; he knew that Draco didn’t mean it…

THE END

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