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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
36
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40,029
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227
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Fine Print
Chapter Number/Total: 30/36
Chapter Title: Fine Print
Words: 1695 Words
Draco growled as he accidentally cut off one of his shirt buttons. "Harry!" he whined. He couldn't even dress himself properly these days.
"Yes?" Harry had his wand out, the True Sight Spell already said a few minutes before. "Another button?" he asked, walking over.
"This is never going to work," Draco growled.
"You'll get it." Harry ended the Vision Spell and muttered a quick fixing one, the button going back to where it belonged. "Now let me ...." He quickly buttoned up the rest of the shirt then smoothed his hands down his lover's chest.
Draco held his hands out, waiting while Harry finished dressing him.
Harry pulled up Draco's trousers and did them up as well. "There. Now all you need is your cloak."
"And the Glamour Spell," Draco said. "Are you going to be able to make me look like I used to?"
Harry nodded, tapping his wand against his chin. "I remember."
"Do you remember what I looked like?" Draco smiled.
"Of course." He reached up and ran his finger down Draco's unscarred cheek.
"No scars, no claws," Draco said.
"No sharp teeth." Harry closed his eyes and pointed the wand at Draco again, making sure there was a clear image of Draco in his mind before he whispered the spell.
"Problem is that you won't be able to tell if it worked," Draco said. "True Sight Spell will show you what I really look like, not what I am supposed to look like."
"You'll have to see for yourself," the brunet replied. "Go look in a mirror."
Draco had been avoiding mirrors since he got out of Azkaban. Now, he tentatively went and looked in the one by the closet. "I look like me," he said quietly.
"Then it worked," Harry confirmed, grinning.
Draco stood staring at his reflection. He could still feel his claws and the scar tissue on his face. The mirror was almost like a portrait of himself before.
Harry pulled his hair back with the leather tie again. "I'm ready. Are you?"
"No, but let's get this over with," the blond huffed.
"What're you scared of?" Harry asked, heading for the door.
"I didn't say I was scared," Draco bristled. "I just ...."
"What?" Harry stopped and turned, waiting for him.
"Do you have to know everything?" Draco sighed.
Harry frowned a bit, shaking his head. "No, now come on. Let's go." He walked out of the room, expecting Draco to follow.
Draco did follow him, quietly. He figured he had upset Harry again, but he really didn't want to talk about what a freak he felt like.
Harry reached the Floo a few minutes later, waiting until he heard Draco stop next to him. "Can you make sure I don't fall?" he asked, reaching for the pot that held the Floo powder in it.
"I'll go first then," Draco said glumly, waiting until Harry had picked up some powder too. Then Draco threw it into the flames. "Ministry of Magic," he said and stepped through.
Harry sighed, wishing Draco would talk to him about what was wrong. He threw the powder into the fire as he muttered, "Ministry of Magic," then stepped into the fire.
Draco was ready to catch Harry as he stumbled from the fireplace and proceeded to help dust him off as well.
"Thanks, Draco," he said, standing up straight. He moved close, leaning up and kissing his cheek. "This'll be fine," he whispered, leaning back.
They went to the little dispenser for their passes and then to the guard to have Harry's wand checked.
"Where's yours?" the man barked at Draco.
Draco glared. "I am not carrying one," he answered icily.
Harry bit his lip, reaching for Draco's cloak as he walked ahead. He still felt guilty for not getting Draco's magic back.
Draco walked stiffly beside Harry, uncomfortably aware of all the stares and outright glares he received. It's not like his appearance, even glamoured, ever blended in. He wondered if he should have had Harry make him look like someone else.
"I'm not exactly sure of where we're going," Harry mumbled, staying close to Draco.
"I know the way," Draco said. "Father used to visit Fudge."
Harry went silent at the mention of Lucius, nodding stiffly.
Finally, they stood before the office door of Scrimgeour. Draco took a deep breath and opened it for Harry. "We're here," he said.
Harry walked in first. "We're here to speak to the Minister," he said, remembering the secretary that was there.
"Yes, Mr Potter," she said. "Have a seat, and I will let him know you are here."
Draco took Harry's elbow and guided him to a chair, and then sat on the edge of the one next to him.
Harry sat down with a sigh, waiting to hear Scrimgeour's voice.
Draco fidgeted, clicking his claws on the arm of the chair. That earned him an odd look from the secretary before he stopped. She couldn't see the claws, but they were still there. After what was probably only a few minutes, she ushered him into the Minister's office and then stood nearby.
Harry walked to his usual seat and sat down. "Minister?"
"Yes, Harry," the man said, "nice to see you. We have the paperwork right here. Mr Malfoy, if you would have a seat, we can get started."
Draco sat down warily in the second chair in front of the Minister's desk.
Harry glanced in Draco's direction, biting his lip again. "This won't take long, right?" he asked the Minister.
"No, not long," Scrimgeour said. "Just sign here and here, Mr Malfoy."
Draco picked up the paper, setting it on the desk in front of him and frowned. "I read it before I sign it," he said coldly.
"Yeah," Harry mumbled quietly, feeling a bit useless in the situation.
"If you insist," the Minister said in an unfriendly tone.
"I do," Draco said, continuing to read. There was a long uncomfortable silence while he read the document.
"I thought it was a pardon, not a parole," Draco said.
"You said it was a pardon," Harry spoke up, sitting up in his seat with a scowl.
"You will be out of Azkaban, Mr Malfoy," the Minister said warningly.
"This has the restrictions of a parole," Draco said. "It says that if I violate them, I will be sent to Azkaban, without trial, for the rest of my life."
"Just a few precautions," Scrigmeour said. "Given your affiliations, we need to be able to assure the public of their safety."
"You bloody liar," Harry muttered, gripping the arms of his chair. "You told me he'd have a full pardon without any restrictions!"
"We can't very well let a convicted Death Eater out without some way of keeping tabs on him," the Minister bristled.
"I shouldn't do anything for you," Harry growled angrily.
Draco looked between Scrimgeour and Harry. He knew Harry wouldn't back down unless he told him to, but would the Minister give? The man's face was turning red, and he was very angry as well. Draco smiled when he saw the sweat on his brow, knowing Harry was going to win this one.
Finally the Minister huffed and said, "Very well." He looked up at the secretary. "Bring the other version," he snapped.
"Let me read it!" Harry said. He pulled his wand out quickly, still visibly mad.
The secretary had left the room and now returned with another piece of parchment, which she handed to the Minister.
"Harry," the man said, "please calm down."
Harry pointed his wand at him, murmuring the spell. "I said," he began, eyes narrowing as he glared at the man, "Let. Me. Read it."
Scrimgeour's eyes went wide when Harry pulled his wand. "Mr Potter!" he said loudly. "Threatening me will not help your case."
Harry rolled his eyes, lowering his wand a bit. "I'm not threatening you. I'm using it to see," he explained quickly, holding his free hand out for the parchment.
The Minister narrowed his eyes and looked at Harry, holding out the parchment and waiting. He was surprised when Harry was able to take it easily.
Harry grinned and raised an eyebrow, watching him curiously. "Didn't believe me?" He glanced down at the parchment and began to read through it.
"As you will ... see, that version does not have any restrictions on Mr Malfoy's activities, other than those set in law for ex-Death Eaters," he said.
Harry nodded, looking up at him for a moment before looking in Draco's direction. "Here, you read it," he said, holding it out for the other man.
Draco smiled, taking the parchment from Harry. He read it over, nodding. "I will sign this one," he said and reached for the quill that had been set before him.
Harry smiled, leaning back in his seat. "This would've gone a lot smoother if you had started the right way, you know," he said, gazing at Scrimgeour.
"I have more than your interests to protect here," the Minister huffed.
"I understand that. Just for the record ... Draco, do you plan on ... hurting anyone else?" he asked, trying to hide another wicked smile.
"I have no plans at the moment," Draco said quietly.
The Minister signed and then the secretary witnessed the document.
"I would like a copy, for my records," Draco said and the woman nodded, doing the spell to copy it and handing him one.
After that, Harry'd had enough of seeing the Minister. He ended the spell and put his wand away.
"Harry, we have arranged for the ceremony to take place next Wednesday at noon in the Atrium," Scrimgeour said.
Harry sighed and nodded. He had almost forgotten about the ceremony. "All right," he mumbled.
"I look forward to it, Harry," the Minister said. "And you do deserve the award."
"Thanks," Harry said quietly, trying to fight away the blush. He honestly thought that Draco deserved the award along with him, but he knew that wouldn't happen no matter how much he wanted it to.
Draco took Harry's elbow again and led him from the offices, heading back to the Floo.
Chapter Title: Fine Print
Words: 1695 Words
Draco growled as he accidentally cut off one of his shirt buttons. "Harry!" he whined. He couldn't even dress himself properly these days.
"Yes?" Harry had his wand out, the True Sight Spell already said a few minutes before. "Another button?" he asked, walking over.
"This is never going to work," Draco growled.
"You'll get it." Harry ended the Vision Spell and muttered a quick fixing one, the button going back to where it belonged. "Now let me ...." He quickly buttoned up the rest of the shirt then smoothed his hands down his lover's chest.
Draco held his hands out, waiting while Harry finished dressing him.
Harry pulled up Draco's trousers and did them up as well. "There. Now all you need is your cloak."
"And the Glamour Spell," Draco said. "Are you going to be able to make me look like I used to?"
Harry nodded, tapping his wand against his chin. "I remember."
"Do you remember what I looked like?" Draco smiled.
"Of course." He reached up and ran his finger down Draco's unscarred cheek.
"No scars, no claws," Draco said.
"No sharp teeth." Harry closed his eyes and pointed the wand at Draco again, making sure there was a clear image of Draco in his mind before he whispered the spell.
"Problem is that you won't be able to tell if it worked," Draco said. "True Sight Spell will show you what I really look like, not what I am supposed to look like."
"You'll have to see for yourself," the brunet replied. "Go look in a mirror."
Draco had been avoiding mirrors since he got out of Azkaban. Now, he tentatively went and looked in the one by the closet. "I look like me," he said quietly.
"Then it worked," Harry confirmed, grinning.
Draco stood staring at his reflection. He could still feel his claws and the scar tissue on his face. The mirror was almost like a portrait of himself before.
Harry pulled his hair back with the leather tie again. "I'm ready. Are you?"
"No, but let's get this over with," the blond huffed.
"What're you scared of?" Harry asked, heading for the door.
"I didn't say I was scared," Draco bristled. "I just ...."
"What?" Harry stopped and turned, waiting for him.
"Do you have to know everything?" Draco sighed.
Harry frowned a bit, shaking his head. "No, now come on. Let's go." He walked out of the room, expecting Draco to follow.
Draco did follow him, quietly. He figured he had upset Harry again, but he really didn't want to talk about what a freak he felt like.
Harry reached the Floo a few minutes later, waiting until he heard Draco stop next to him. "Can you make sure I don't fall?" he asked, reaching for the pot that held the Floo powder in it.
"I'll go first then," Draco said glumly, waiting until Harry had picked up some powder too. Then Draco threw it into the flames. "Ministry of Magic," he said and stepped through.
Harry sighed, wishing Draco would talk to him about what was wrong. He threw the powder into the fire as he muttered, "Ministry of Magic," then stepped into the fire.
Draco was ready to catch Harry as he stumbled from the fireplace and proceeded to help dust him off as well.
"Thanks, Draco," he said, standing up straight. He moved close, leaning up and kissing his cheek. "This'll be fine," he whispered, leaning back.
They went to the little dispenser for their passes and then to the guard to have Harry's wand checked.
"Where's yours?" the man barked at Draco.
Draco glared. "I am not carrying one," he answered icily.
Harry bit his lip, reaching for Draco's cloak as he walked ahead. He still felt guilty for not getting Draco's magic back.
Draco walked stiffly beside Harry, uncomfortably aware of all the stares and outright glares he received. It's not like his appearance, even glamoured, ever blended in. He wondered if he should have had Harry make him look like someone else.
"I'm not exactly sure of where we're going," Harry mumbled, staying close to Draco.
"I know the way," Draco said. "Father used to visit Fudge."
Harry went silent at the mention of Lucius, nodding stiffly.
Finally, they stood before the office door of Scrimgeour. Draco took a deep breath and opened it for Harry. "We're here," he said.
Harry walked in first. "We're here to speak to the Minister," he said, remembering the secretary that was there.
"Yes, Mr Potter," she said. "Have a seat, and I will let him know you are here."
Draco took Harry's elbow and guided him to a chair, and then sat on the edge of the one next to him.
Harry sat down with a sigh, waiting to hear Scrimgeour's voice.
Draco fidgeted, clicking his claws on the arm of the chair. That earned him an odd look from the secretary before he stopped. She couldn't see the claws, but they were still there. After what was probably only a few minutes, she ushered him into the Minister's office and then stood nearby.
Harry walked to his usual seat and sat down. "Minister?"
"Yes, Harry," the man said, "nice to see you. We have the paperwork right here. Mr Malfoy, if you would have a seat, we can get started."
Draco sat down warily in the second chair in front of the Minister's desk.
Harry glanced in Draco's direction, biting his lip again. "This won't take long, right?" he asked the Minister.
"No, not long," Scrimgeour said. "Just sign here and here, Mr Malfoy."
Draco picked up the paper, setting it on the desk in front of him and frowned. "I read it before I sign it," he said coldly.
"Yeah," Harry mumbled quietly, feeling a bit useless in the situation.
"If you insist," the Minister said in an unfriendly tone.
"I do," Draco said, continuing to read. There was a long uncomfortable silence while he read the document.
"I thought it was a pardon, not a parole," Draco said.
"You said it was a pardon," Harry spoke up, sitting up in his seat with a scowl.
"You will be out of Azkaban, Mr Malfoy," the Minister said warningly.
"This has the restrictions of a parole," Draco said. "It says that if I violate them, I will be sent to Azkaban, without trial, for the rest of my life."
"Just a few precautions," Scrigmeour said. "Given your affiliations, we need to be able to assure the public of their safety."
"You bloody liar," Harry muttered, gripping the arms of his chair. "You told me he'd have a full pardon without any restrictions!"
"We can't very well let a convicted Death Eater out without some way of keeping tabs on him," the Minister bristled.
"I shouldn't do anything for you," Harry growled angrily.
Draco looked between Scrimgeour and Harry. He knew Harry wouldn't back down unless he told him to, but would the Minister give? The man's face was turning red, and he was very angry as well. Draco smiled when he saw the sweat on his brow, knowing Harry was going to win this one.
Finally the Minister huffed and said, "Very well." He looked up at the secretary. "Bring the other version," he snapped.
"Let me read it!" Harry said. He pulled his wand out quickly, still visibly mad.
The secretary had left the room and now returned with another piece of parchment, which she handed to the Minister.
"Harry," the man said, "please calm down."
Harry pointed his wand at him, murmuring the spell. "I said," he began, eyes narrowing as he glared at the man, "Let. Me. Read it."
Scrimgeour's eyes went wide when Harry pulled his wand. "Mr Potter!" he said loudly. "Threatening me will not help your case."
Harry rolled his eyes, lowering his wand a bit. "I'm not threatening you. I'm using it to see," he explained quickly, holding his free hand out for the parchment.
The Minister narrowed his eyes and looked at Harry, holding out the parchment and waiting. He was surprised when Harry was able to take it easily.
Harry grinned and raised an eyebrow, watching him curiously. "Didn't believe me?" He glanced down at the parchment and began to read through it.
"As you will ... see, that version does not have any restrictions on Mr Malfoy's activities, other than those set in law for ex-Death Eaters," he said.
Harry nodded, looking up at him for a moment before looking in Draco's direction. "Here, you read it," he said, holding it out for the other man.
Draco smiled, taking the parchment from Harry. He read it over, nodding. "I will sign this one," he said and reached for the quill that had been set before him.
Harry smiled, leaning back in his seat. "This would've gone a lot smoother if you had started the right way, you know," he said, gazing at Scrimgeour.
"I have more than your interests to protect here," the Minister huffed.
"I understand that. Just for the record ... Draco, do you plan on ... hurting anyone else?" he asked, trying to hide another wicked smile.
"I have no plans at the moment," Draco said quietly.
The Minister signed and then the secretary witnessed the document.
"I would like a copy, for my records," Draco said and the woman nodded, doing the spell to copy it and handing him one.
After that, Harry'd had enough of seeing the Minister. He ended the spell and put his wand away.
"Harry, we have arranged for the ceremony to take place next Wednesday at noon in the Atrium," Scrimgeour said.
Harry sighed and nodded. He had almost forgotten about the ceremony. "All right," he mumbled.
"I look forward to it, Harry," the Minister said. "And you do deserve the award."
"Thanks," Harry said quietly, trying to fight away the blush. He honestly thought that Draco deserved the award along with him, but he knew that wouldn't happen no matter how much he wanted it to.
Draco took Harry's elbow again and led him from the offices, heading back to the Floo.