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Old Friends and Lovers
Chapter Number/Total: 3/41
Chapter Title: Old Friends and Lovers
Words: 2450 Words
Harry walked with Draco and Valen out of the Hall. He chose an empty classroom in which to feed Valen, rather than walk all the way up to Gryffindor Tower and he stared at Draco as he got the baby ready and sat at a desk with him. "How are they then?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Parkinson and Nott?"
Draco narrowed his eyes, wondering where Harry was going with this. "Slytherin," he replied.
"That's how they're doing?" Harry asked, narrowing his eyes as well. "You do remember that they tried to kill us, right?"
"That was Blaise," Draco corrected. "I believe neither Theo nor Pansy ever took the Dark Mark." Actually, he was certain they hadn't because the Dark Mark was one of the types of magic he could sense without even seeing it. He didn't feel that when he was near either of the remaining Slytherins.
"But you said," argued Harry, raising his eyebrows.
"I said what?" Draco retorted, getting angry now and he wasn't even sure why.
"You said that it was them, and even if it wasn't them, they didn't try to warn you. They laughed. They knew," Harry replied, wondering why Draco was taking that tone with him.
Draco looked away, frowning. "It's over, Harry," he said. "The war is over and most of my friends are dead or in prison. Just let it go."
Harry snorted humorlessly, not voicing his thought that most of Draco's friends deserved to be dead or in prison. Valen fussed, seeming unhappy despite the fact that he was suckling.
Draco walked over to a student desk and sat down, arms across his chest as he stared at the ceiling.
Harry looked at his husband as he began to rock Valen to settle him down. "What?" he said to Draco.
"I don't know what, that's what," Draco snapped.
Harry huffed loudly. "You don't have to snap," he said, trying his hardest not to snap himself.
"Fine," Draco said with a sigh. "We're supposed to be meeting the rest in the library soon."
Harry nodded, sulking. He thought his concerns about Pansy and Nott were quite legitimate.
Draco waited, unable to think of what to say. Was it selfish to be relieved that he still had two of his age mates alive? They had made poor choices. Hell, so had he before that amazing first weekend in the Room of Requirement.
Harry sighed, sitting silently for several minutes as Valen finished up. He lifted him to his shoulder, patting his back gently.
Draco stood up. "We should go," he said. "We are probably already late."
Harry nodded again, waiting until Valen burped to stand as well. He handed the baby to Draco as he pulled his shirt back on.
Draco held the sleepy child against his shoulder, swaying as Valen drifted off.
Harry fixed his glasses once the garment was over his head and then moved toward the door, still frowning as he opened it for Draco and Valen.
Draco sighed and walked through, holding their sleeping child close to his body.
Harry followed and they went along the familiar route through the castle to the Hogwarts library. Everyone was already there when they arrived, standing around chatting. Madam Pince threw some rather nasty looks in the direction of the small crowd, but didn't actually say anything.
Ron waved them over when he looked up and saw Harry headed in his direction.
Pansy and Theo were sitting together and Draco nodded to them as he walked in.
Harry noticed the nod and simply didn't understand his husband, but he didn't say anything about it.
"Professor McGonagall's going to be here in a minute," Hermione filled them in when they reached the group of friends. "Some fourth-year pulled one of Fred and George's pranks in the entrance hall." She rolled her eyes.
Harry smiled, amused. The twins would be happy to know that they wreaked havoc on the school, even when not present.
Draco snorted at that. He leaned against the end of one of the stacks nearby. Harry probably had no idea how many hours Draco had spent in this library over the years, sometimes lurking in the back while the trio's heads were bent together over some project or another.
Harry glanced at Draco, completely unsure if they were arguing or fighting. And if they were, he had no idea why.
McGonagall showed up in a short time, lips pressed into an appropriate white line. She cleared her throat to get the students' attention. "Everyone gather here," she said, stepping behind a table laden with several individual piles of papers.
They all moved collectively to the table, Harry waiting for Draco to move with him and hoping he wasn't annoying him if he was angry for some reason.
Draco stepped up beside his husband and looked at the stack in front of him. He was curious about this process. As far as he knew, before their own, there had never been a year in which N.E.W.T. exams were not given.
"I will call you alphabetically," McGonagall told them. "I have here your O.W.L. marks and marks from your most recent year at Hogwarts as a refresher to let you know where you stood before, and I also have files from your career consultations, so that you know what to aim for when you sit your N.E.W.T.s. And, so, Ms Abbott, if you please." She gestured for Hannah Abbott to step forward and take her folder.
"Oh, it will be nice to look through this again," said Hermione.
Harry and Ron rolled their eyes at the same time. They both knew that Hermione had already memorised everything in the folder she was about to get.
Draco, like Hermione, had his O.W.L. and other school information memorised as well. He remembered how it had seemed so important to him then. Now, it seemed nostalgic.
Once everyone had folders in hand, Professor McGonagall nodded. "Now everyone pay attention while I explain what this week is going to consist of. Where you will all sleep has already been determined, as you already know, so there is no need to go over that again. You will attend meals with the rest of the students, but your classes will be separate from them. Teachers are giving up their prepping hours for you, so please, take advantage of that time. We will not be holding separate classes for Houses, of course. You will all be in the classroom together. I have class schedules for you in those folders as well, and I believe your first class tomorrow will be with Professor Flitwick."
There was murmured agreement.
"Very well," McGonagall continued. "Look over your files, and I will be here if any of you have questions. You may take your seats now."
Draco shifted Valen a little higher against his chest, reaching with his other hand to pull out a chair and sit down. He noticed that many of the other students were watching him and Harry. That wasn't surprising. Theo and Pansy were watching too, mostly watching Draco and whispering together.
Harry took his seat next to Draco and the rest of the Gryffindors followed suit. He had half a mind to ask Nott and Pansy what they had to say about his husband, but let it go, not wanting to start anything with Draco or with the other two, especially with their baby in the room. He opened his folder, examining his marks. It was strange that it all seemed like it had happened ages ago, but in other ways, it seemed like yesterday.
Draco read over his record. It was, of course, stellar, until sixth year. Then his grades had plummeted. Except in Potions. Before that year, only one other student had higher marks than himself - Granger. Then the assignment from the Dark Lord had sent him into his own personal hell - from which Harry had rescued him. He glanced to his side, watching his husband.
Harry could see Draco looking at him from his peripheral vision and he turned his head, giving him a small smile and leaning forward to lay a kiss on the corner of his mouth. "Your marks are better than mine," he said, looking down at the parchment in front of his husband.
Draco huffed but smiled. "Yes, most of the time," he agreed. He looked up to find Theo watching him with an open appraisal. He blushed and looked back down at his folder.
Harry frowned at Draco confusedly, knowing that his having better marks than Harry would never make him blush. He looked up then and caught sight of Theo Nott as well. His eyes flashed at the other man's look and he unconsciously tightened his fist under the table.
Draco was actually glad that Granger had made them study for the last couple of weeks. He had missed a lot in sixth year and would have been woefully unprepared now.
Harry took a very deep breath. He couldn't very well do anything because Nott had looked at Draco, though he badly wanted to. Badly. It was the way he looked. Like he didn't care at all if anyone saw him.
"Harry? Something wrong?" Lavender asked.
Harry took his eyes quickly from Nott and looked at her. "No," he said.
Draco felt the shift in his husband's magic and glanced worriedly at him. On his shoulder, Valen whimpered in his sleep.
Harry took another deep breath, calming himself. He reached up and gently tucked Draco's hair behind his ear, giving him another smile and leaning in for another kiss. One that lasted a little longer than the previous and was directly on the lips. He wasn't doing it on purpose. Much.
Draco blushed again. It felt strange to have Harry kissing him there in front of everyone in the school library.
"I love you," Harry told him as he pulled back, resisting the urge to look back at Nott.
Ron coughed and then looked at Harry in question.
Harry simply shrugged at him.
Draco arched an eyebrow at his husband and glanced around the room. Many were looking uncomfortable; some smirked. Theo Nott smiled at him.
Harry felt better and loftily turned back to his own papers. He had no idea why he'd had a sudden spike of jealousy over a look. Draco got looks all the time. He supposed it was just that it was Nott, who he thought, no matter what Draco said, would have let both him and Draco die in Hogsmeade that night. He wasn't fond of him in the slightest.
***
Harry rummaged around in his bag for Valen's shrunken cot so they could put him to sleep. He and Draco had just bid the rest of their friends goodnight, who were going to sleep in the Common Room on transfigured beds. Harry and Draco's old tower room had been taken out, but recently put back for them to use again since they had a baby, unlike the others. Harry finally found the tiny bed and Engorged it to full size with a wandless charm.
Draco was tired. It had been a long and strange day for him. He set aside the folder of his academic records and began undressing. He looked around the room, remembering the sex and the fights they had had in there.
Harry undressed too, though he did it with a flick of his fingers. He gently pulled Valen's cot over to the side of the bed and then climbed atop the mattress, lying back against the pillows. "You look tired," he told Draco.
Draco nodded, lying his clothes over the back of a chair. "Long day," he sighed.
Harry nodded too, eyeing Draco and wondering if he should say anything to him. He didn't want to fight and didn't know if what he wanted to ask would start one.
Draco removed his silver hand, lying it and his wand beside the bed, as usual. He then climbed in under the covers and lay back with a long sigh.
Harry scooted close to Draco and turned on his side, reaching to stroke his face with the backs of his fingers. He stared at them against Draco's skin for a very long moment, thinking. "Did you," he began quietly, taking a short, but lingering pause, "notice Theo Nott giving you looks today?"
Draco's eyes were closed and he was relaxing into his husband's touch when the man spoke. Draco cracked an eye open and arched one brow. "Which look?" he asked.
"The one where he looked like he wanted to eat you," Harry answered with a frown. "And I don't mean for dinner."
Draco blushed and looked away.
"You did notice then," Harry said, still staring at Draco's face.
"Yes, I did," Draco said quietly, still avoiding his husband's gaze.
"He's got some nerve," Harry said, voice clipped. "I was sitting right there. You'd think he would at least have tried to be a little more subtle."
"Subtle about what?" Draco asked in a bored-sounding voice. "So he looked at me? What does that matter?"
Harry huffed, turning onto his back and rolling his eyes. "It was the way he did it," he said. "It wasn't a 'you're-an-attractive-bloke' look, it was a 'you're-very hot-I-want-to-jump-you-right-now' look. And I was sitting right there," he repeated.
"Don't let it bother you," Draco sighed. "He always did fancy me."
"You don't think it's rude?" Harry asked. "I would never do such a thing to someone with their husband sitting there. I think it's an arsehole thing to do."
"I told you. Slytherin views are a bit different," Draco replied.
"That sounds like rubbish to me," said Harry. "You can't all be the same. And you're telling me you would give someone a look like that?" He huffed once more, having not intended to get annoyed again by the look.
"I am telling you that he probably doesn't consider it rude," Draco answered. "Most Slytherins don't practise monogamy."
"How can an entire House not?" Harry asked, staring up with his arms crossed. "Is it a rule to get in?"
Draco snorted. "Cultural norm in upper class families," he sighed. "Much of Slytherin is ... well, was ... made up of those pure-blood families of wealth. That is what we learnt."
Harry gave Draco a sideways look. "So what are you then?" he asked. And then he sighed. "This is stupid," he said. "Never mind."
"I am your husband and tired," Draco replied.
Harry nodded, flicking his fingers to extinguish the candles in the room. Then he rolled back to Draco to tangle their bodies as he usually did. "I just didn't like it much is all," he said quietly.
"So I gathered," Draco said, a smirk on his face. He petted his lover's hair and relaxed.
Chapter Title: Old Friends and Lovers
Words: 2450 Words
Harry walked with Draco and Valen out of the Hall. He chose an empty classroom in which to feed Valen, rather than walk all the way up to Gryffindor Tower and he stared at Draco as he got the baby ready and sat at a desk with him. "How are they then?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Parkinson and Nott?"
Draco narrowed his eyes, wondering where Harry was going with this. "Slytherin," he replied.
"That's how they're doing?" Harry asked, narrowing his eyes as well. "You do remember that they tried to kill us, right?"
"That was Blaise," Draco corrected. "I believe neither Theo nor Pansy ever took the Dark Mark." Actually, he was certain they hadn't because the Dark Mark was one of the types of magic he could sense without even seeing it. He didn't feel that when he was near either of the remaining Slytherins.
"But you said," argued Harry, raising his eyebrows.
"I said what?" Draco retorted, getting angry now and he wasn't even sure why.
"You said that it was them, and even if it wasn't them, they didn't try to warn you. They laughed. They knew," Harry replied, wondering why Draco was taking that tone with him.
Draco looked away, frowning. "It's over, Harry," he said. "The war is over and most of my friends are dead or in prison. Just let it go."
Harry snorted humorlessly, not voicing his thought that most of Draco's friends deserved to be dead or in prison. Valen fussed, seeming unhappy despite the fact that he was suckling.
Draco walked over to a student desk and sat down, arms across his chest as he stared at the ceiling.
Harry looked at his husband as he began to rock Valen to settle him down. "What?" he said to Draco.
"I don't know what, that's what," Draco snapped.
Harry huffed loudly. "You don't have to snap," he said, trying his hardest not to snap himself.
"Fine," Draco said with a sigh. "We're supposed to be meeting the rest in the library soon."
Harry nodded, sulking. He thought his concerns about Pansy and Nott were quite legitimate.
Draco waited, unable to think of what to say. Was it selfish to be relieved that he still had two of his age mates alive? They had made poor choices. Hell, so had he before that amazing first weekend in the Room of Requirement.
Harry sighed, sitting silently for several minutes as Valen finished up. He lifted him to his shoulder, patting his back gently.
Draco stood up. "We should go," he said. "We are probably already late."
Harry nodded again, waiting until Valen burped to stand as well. He handed the baby to Draco as he pulled his shirt back on.
Draco held the sleepy child against his shoulder, swaying as Valen drifted off.
Harry fixed his glasses once the garment was over his head and then moved toward the door, still frowning as he opened it for Draco and Valen.
Draco sighed and walked through, holding their sleeping child close to his body.
Harry followed and they went along the familiar route through the castle to the Hogwarts library. Everyone was already there when they arrived, standing around chatting. Madam Pince threw some rather nasty looks in the direction of the small crowd, but didn't actually say anything.
Ron waved them over when he looked up and saw Harry headed in his direction.
Pansy and Theo were sitting together and Draco nodded to them as he walked in.
Harry noticed the nod and simply didn't understand his husband, but he didn't say anything about it.
"Professor McGonagall's going to be here in a minute," Hermione filled them in when they reached the group of friends. "Some fourth-year pulled one of Fred and George's pranks in the entrance hall." She rolled her eyes.
Harry smiled, amused. The twins would be happy to know that they wreaked havoc on the school, even when not present.
Draco snorted at that. He leaned against the end of one of the stacks nearby. Harry probably had no idea how many hours Draco had spent in this library over the years, sometimes lurking in the back while the trio's heads were bent together over some project or another.
Harry glanced at Draco, completely unsure if they were arguing or fighting. And if they were, he had no idea why.
McGonagall showed up in a short time, lips pressed into an appropriate white line. She cleared her throat to get the students' attention. "Everyone gather here," she said, stepping behind a table laden with several individual piles of papers.
They all moved collectively to the table, Harry waiting for Draco to move with him and hoping he wasn't annoying him if he was angry for some reason.
Draco stepped up beside his husband and looked at the stack in front of him. He was curious about this process. As far as he knew, before their own, there had never been a year in which N.E.W.T. exams were not given.
"I will call you alphabetically," McGonagall told them. "I have here your O.W.L. marks and marks from your most recent year at Hogwarts as a refresher to let you know where you stood before, and I also have files from your career consultations, so that you know what to aim for when you sit your N.E.W.T.s. And, so, Ms Abbott, if you please." She gestured for Hannah Abbott to step forward and take her folder.
"Oh, it will be nice to look through this again," said Hermione.
Harry and Ron rolled their eyes at the same time. They both knew that Hermione had already memorised everything in the folder she was about to get.
Draco, like Hermione, had his O.W.L. and other school information memorised as well. He remembered how it had seemed so important to him then. Now, it seemed nostalgic.
Once everyone had folders in hand, Professor McGonagall nodded. "Now everyone pay attention while I explain what this week is going to consist of. Where you will all sleep has already been determined, as you already know, so there is no need to go over that again. You will attend meals with the rest of the students, but your classes will be separate from them. Teachers are giving up their prepping hours for you, so please, take advantage of that time. We will not be holding separate classes for Houses, of course. You will all be in the classroom together. I have class schedules for you in those folders as well, and I believe your first class tomorrow will be with Professor Flitwick."
There was murmured agreement.
"Very well," McGonagall continued. "Look over your files, and I will be here if any of you have questions. You may take your seats now."
Draco shifted Valen a little higher against his chest, reaching with his other hand to pull out a chair and sit down. He noticed that many of the other students were watching him and Harry. That wasn't surprising. Theo and Pansy were watching too, mostly watching Draco and whispering together.
Harry took his seat next to Draco and the rest of the Gryffindors followed suit. He had half a mind to ask Nott and Pansy what they had to say about his husband, but let it go, not wanting to start anything with Draco or with the other two, especially with their baby in the room. He opened his folder, examining his marks. It was strange that it all seemed like it had happened ages ago, but in other ways, it seemed like yesterday.
Draco read over his record. It was, of course, stellar, until sixth year. Then his grades had plummeted. Except in Potions. Before that year, only one other student had higher marks than himself - Granger. Then the assignment from the Dark Lord had sent him into his own personal hell - from which Harry had rescued him. He glanced to his side, watching his husband.
Harry could see Draco looking at him from his peripheral vision and he turned his head, giving him a small smile and leaning forward to lay a kiss on the corner of his mouth. "Your marks are better than mine," he said, looking down at the parchment in front of his husband.
Draco huffed but smiled. "Yes, most of the time," he agreed. He looked up to find Theo watching him with an open appraisal. He blushed and looked back down at his folder.
Harry frowned at Draco confusedly, knowing that his having better marks than Harry would never make him blush. He looked up then and caught sight of Theo Nott as well. His eyes flashed at the other man's look and he unconsciously tightened his fist under the table.
Draco was actually glad that Granger had made them study for the last couple of weeks. He had missed a lot in sixth year and would have been woefully unprepared now.
Harry took a very deep breath. He couldn't very well do anything because Nott had looked at Draco, though he badly wanted to. Badly. It was the way he looked. Like he didn't care at all if anyone saw him.
"Harry? Something wrong?" Lavender asked.
Harry took his eyes quickly from Nott and looked at her. "No," he said.
Draco felt the shift in his husband's magic and glanced worriedly at him. On his shoulder, Valen whimpered in his sleep.
Harry took another deep breath, calming himself. He reached up and gently tucked Draco's hair behind his ear, giving him another smile and leaning in for another kiss. One that lasted a little longer than the previous and was directly on the lips. He wasn't doing it on purpose. Much.
Draco blushed again. It felt strange to have Harry kissing him there in front of everyone in the school library.
"I love you," Harry told him as he pulled back, resisting the urge to look back at Nott.
Ron coughed and then looked at Harry in question.
Harry simply shrugged at him.
Draco arched an eyebrow at his husband and glanced around the room. Many were looking uncomfortable; some smirked. Theo Nott smiled at him.
Harry felt better and loftily turned back to his own papers. He had no idea why he'd had a sudden spike of jealousy over a look. Draco got looks all the time. He supposed it was just that it was Nott, who he thought, no matter what Draco said, would have let both him and Draco die in Hogsmeade that night. He wasn't fond of him in the slightest.
***
Harry rummaged around in his bag for Valen's shrunken cot so they could put him to sleep. He and Draco had just bid the rest of their friends goodnight, who were going to sleep in the Common Room on transfigured beds. Harry and Draco's old tower room had been taken out, but recently put back for them to use again since they had a baby, unlike the others. Harry finally found the tiny bed and Engorged it to full size with a wandless charm.
Draco was tired. It had been a long and strange day for him. He set aside the folder of his academic records and began undressing. He looked around the room, remembering the sex and the fights they had had in there.
Harry undressed too, though he did it with a flick of his fingers. He gently pulled Valen's cot over to the side of the bed and then climbed atop the mattress, lying back against the pillows. "You look tired," he told Draco.
Draco nodded, lying his clothes over the back of a chair. "Long day," he sighed.
Harry nodded too, eyeing Draco and wondering if he should say anything to him. He didn't want to fight and didn't know if what he wanted to ask would start one.
Draco removed his silver hand, lying it and his wand beside the bed, as usual. He then climbed in under the covers and lay back with a long sigh.
Harry scooted close to Draco and turned on his side, reaching to stroke his face with the backs of his fingers. He stared at them against Draco's skin for a very long moment, thinking. "Did you," he began quietly, taking a short, but lingering pause, "notice Theo Nott giving you looks today?"
Draco's eyes were closed and he was relaxing into his husband's touch when the man spoke. Draco cracked an eye open and arched one brow. "Which look?" he asked.
"The one where he looked like he wanted to eat you," Harry answered with a frown. "And I don't mean for dinner."
Draco blushed and looked away.
"You did notice then," Harry said, still staring at Draco's face.
"Yes, I did," Draco said quietly, still avoiding his husband's gaze.
"He's got some nerve," Harry said, voice clipped. "I was sitting right there. You'd think he would at least have tried to be a little more subtle."
"Subtle about what?" Draco asked in a bored-sounding voice. "So he looked at me? What does that matter?"
Harry huffed, turning onto his back and rolling his eyes. "It was the way he did it," he said. "It wasn't a 'you're-an-attractive-bloke' look, it was a 'you're-very hot-I-want-to-jump-you-right-now' look. And I was sitting right there," he repeated.
"Don't let it bother you," Draco sighed. "He always did fancy me."
"You don't think it's rude?" Harry asked. "I would never do such a thing to someone with their husband sitting there. I think it's an arsehole thing to do."
"I told you. Slytherin views are a bit different," Draco replied.
"That sounds like rubbish to me," said Harry. "You can't all be the same. And you're telling me you would give someone a look like that?" He huffed once more, having not intended to get annoyed again by the look.
"I am telling you that he probably doesn't consider it rude," Draco answered. "Most Slytherins don't practise monogamy."
"How can an entire House not?" Harry asked, staring up with his arms crossed. "Is it a rule to get in?"
Draco snorted. "Cultural norm in upper class families," he sighed. "Much of Slytherin is ... well, was ... made up of those pure-blood families of wealth. That is what we learnt."
Harry gave Draco a sideways look. "So what are you then?" he asked. And then he sighed. "This is stupid," he said. "Never mind."
"I am your husband and tired," Draco replied.
Harry nodded, flicking his fingers to extinguish the candles in the room. Then he rolled back to Draco to tangle their bodies as he usually did. "I just didn't like it much is all," he said quietly.
"So I gathered," Draco said, a smirk on his face. He petted his lover's hair and relaxed.