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Chapter 4
Disclaimer: Do you think J.K. Rowling has nothing better to do than sit around and write fanfiction? I didn\'t think so. Obviously she and I are different people; she makes the money, I get nothing for this.
~Chapter 4~
“Potter what are up to? You’re a terrible liar, you know.”
“I’m not lying; I really do want you to spend Christmas with me. Is it so strange to want my lover to be around for the holiday? Besides, you practically live with me anyway.”
“That’s not strange at all, of course you want me to be around; just look at me,” Draco said with a smirk. “It’s the rot about being tired of going to the Weasleys’ home that I don’t believe. You live for the happy family routine.”
“Okay, so maybe I was exaggerating. I just want you to stay with me; we can do the ‘happy family’ routine alone this year. Please, because you love me?” Harry asked batting his eyelashes and pouting.
“Fine, it’s not like I was going to say no, just don’t make up shit to force me into a decision. I’m going to have to teach you how to pout convincingly; that was pathetic” Draco stated, quirking a brow.
“Yes, we all know that you’re the champion when it comes to whining and pouting to get your way.”
“Hey! I’m not that bad.”
“Anymore,” Harry muttered jokingly.
“You know you’re not making me want to stick around for the holiday. You mock me so, I fear my poor heart is wounded eternally,” Draco sighed dramatically.
“Drama queen.”
“Shut-up.”
“Well, you coaxed me out of the comfort of our bed, and into this God awful cold, with the promise of a surprise, what’d you get me?”
“Why are you so sure I got you anything? For all you know we could be going to the cinema because I was bored. I know how you work, always a quid pro quo.”
“Because you know I’d kill you for doing something like that. I know where you sleep.” Draco finished with false menace in his voice.
“Close your eyes,” that said, Harry wrapped Draco tightly in his arms and apparated them both to a secluded area of a local park. “Alright, we’re here.”
Opening his eyes, Draco was slightly disappointed to be looking at a frozen over lake where couples were ice skating. “Ice skating? Please tell me this is a joke. That is so typically a gay thing to do.”
“Oh come on, that’s a load of shit and you know it. Besides, you like ice-skating; don’t lie. Plus we haven’t left my house in two days; we needed to get out.”
“So says you. I was perfectly happy lazing about doing nothing but eating, sleeping, and having sex. I don’t know what could possibly be wrong with that arrangement.”
Harry ignored the complaints issuing from his lover and dragged the blond over to a bench. Quickly looking around, Harry snapped his fingers and the bench was now not only dry, but holding two pairs of black skates.
“I’ll never understand how you can do wandless magic so easily. It’s not normal; lucky bastard,” Draco muttered teasingly.
Once the pair had donned their skates, they gingerly made their way out onto the ice. Neither one noticed how much time passed, they just went in circles talking about whatever came to mind.
~oOo~
“Why can’t they see us?”
“Because this is just a memory, they’re only a projection of us from the past.”
“How long have we been together at this point?”
“About a year and a half. I’d been trying to convince you to move in with me, but you kept refusing; you didn’t want to leave the manor. You’re the last Malfoy with property rights, so technically it’s still yours. Well, it is when you prove to the ministry that you’re alive.
“So my parents are dead then,” Draco quietly said, looking down.
“No, they aren’t dead. Both of your parents were Death Eaters; they were captured and sentenced to life in Azkaban.” Harry’s comment did nothing to reduce Draco’s confusion. If anything, it added to his confusion.
“Alright, I get that Azkaban is prison, or something like that, but what is a Death Eater?”
“A Death Eater is a marked follower of Lord Voldemort. He was an incredibly evil wizard who wanted to rid the world of Muggles and all those who descended from them. Your father was sent to the wizards’ prison when we were fifteen, your mother was sent there during our seventh year. Both of them are still alive, thanks to the removal of the Dementors, but all of their assets were seized by the ministry when you went missing. Until then, everything belonged to you.”
Draco pondered how bizarre the situation was in which he found himself. In the space of less than two days he had met a man, found out that said man was his past lover, and that they were wizards. If he hadn’t seen so much magic performed in front of him, not to mention the fact that he was currently standing in someone else’s memory, he’d have thought he had been accosted by a cult. He ran Harry’s words over again in his mind, and came across something that seemed foreign to him.
“What’s a Dementor? Doesn’t sound pleasant, whatever it is.”
“It’s not, in fact it’s on the opposite end of the spectrum. Dementors are…creatures that make you relive the worst moments of your life until you’re driven mad. They don’t guard Azkaban anymore because they sided with Voldemort. There are still a few out there that haven’t been destroyed.”
“And here I was beginning to think magic was all about fairytales and making your life easier. Sounds like your world is more fucked up than the one I’ve been living in.”
“Our world. And I know what you mean; I was just a kid when I found out I was a wizard. Hell, I wasn’t even just a wizard, I was the boy who was suppose to save the world from Voldemort. How screwed up is that? I went from a crappy life with my Aunt and Uncle to a life I thought was just brilliant. What kid who nobody talks to, and hates his life doesn’t dream of someone showing up to take him away to some whole new world where everyone wants to be his friend?
“It’s not all bad though, just like no one’s world is all good. I had a lot of responsibilities for a kid, but I was never alone. That’s why Ron and Hermione and I are such good friends, we’ve been through everything together.”
“And what about me? Apparently I just tried to make your lives miserable.”
“Well you and I were very different. You grew up in the wizarding world, so that was just your life. You were the first wizard I met that was in the same year as me. We were getting fitted for our school robes and you were going on and on about quidditch and school houses and all types of things that I had never heard of; I thought you were a total prat.” Harry laughed.
“But when we were about seventeen, we formed a truce. You didn’t do anything drastic; you just stopped trying to make my life difficult. This conversation is getting entirely too serious for my taste. Besides, this is what I wanted you to see.”
“I forgot where we were for a moment.”
“Okay so that wasn’t so bad was it?”
“I think I’ll live.”
“Draco?”
“What?”
“I got you something.”
“Ha! I knew it!”
“Shut up before you ruin the moment. I was thinking; maybe after the war, or whatever it is, happens—if I’m still around—we could get married.”
“Is that your idea of proposing to me? If it is it needs some work.”
“Draco I’m trying to be serious here.”
“Sorry, go on.”
“Anyway, I got you something to wear as my promise to you, if you’ll have me of course. I know you hate the very idea of joint rings, so I got you a necklace. And before you comment, no it’s not girly. It’s very plain, minimalist even. You are everything to me Draco; I couldn’t see myself growing old without you. Would you be willing to marry me, when all’s said and done?”
“Hmm, I’d have to put up with your annoying Gryffindor habits every day, and spend more time with Weasley and Granger than I’m comfortable with…
“Of course I’ll marry you! I love you,” Draco finished, kissing Harry softly. “Of course I’ll marry you.”
The couple in the memory held each other closely as the snow began to fall.
“So when do I get to see this “minimalist” necklace?”
“I’ve got here,” Harry said, pulling a small velvet box from his pocket.
“My Dragon,” Draco read aloud. “You would say something like that.”
“Well you are mine and I want everyone to know it.”
“Let’s go home.”
“I think that sounds like a very good idea. Maybe we do the ‘nothing but food and sex’ routine for the next few days.”
“I think I can handle that.”
~oOo~
At this point Draco was sliding the small pendant from side to side on the chain around his neck. He was a part of the scene he was watching, but it still felt as though he were intruding on someone else’s moment.
“I hope that memory was a good one for you.”
“I’d like to think that it is. If I didn’t get my memories back; if we had to start over again as total strangers, would you still want to be with me?”
“More than anything in the world. I don’t care what it takes, if I have to start over again I will. I just got you back from the grave as it were; I’m not letting you get away so easy.”
Their conversation ended as the scene around them melted away to nothing. When they made it back to the dining room, there was another person, who Draco hadn’t met waiting for them.
TBC
A/N: Sorry about the delay. I had to read the first 10 chapters of \"A Lesson Before Dying\" for my lit class. Not fun. I hope this chapter doesn\'t dissapoint you.
I\'d like to thank all of you guys who took the time to review, it\'s much appreciated: silverhope, thrnbrooke, roxierose13, Demitria Miriam, angel, Donavon, eimiaj, avihenda, bärchen, ice owl, Nightwing, Lika, Sodapop0006, Sheila, darcie, and Submissive Minx. You guys rock!
Nightwing: Draco is a bit more trusting than he is in the canon at this point of the story, but I made him that way to reflect his past. It was his upbringing and his family/environment that molded him into the person that he was. I figure, if he doesn\'t remember the way Draco Malfoy is suppose to act, he\'ll act however he wants. I doubt the muggle town he was living in saw much action, so I mellowed him out. Don\'t worry, we\'ll see a bit of the Draco we know and love as the story progresses.
~Chapter 4~
“Potter what are up to? You’re a terrible liar, you know.”
“I’m not lying; I really do want you to spend Christmas with me. Is it so strange to want my lover to be around for the holiday? Besides, you practically live with me anyway.”
“That’s not strange at all, of course you want me to be around; just look at me,” Draco said with a smirk. “It’s the rot about being tired of going to the Weasleys’ home that I don’t believe. You live for the happy family routine.”
“Okay, so maybe I was exaggerating. I just want you to stay with me; we can do the ‘happy family’ routine alone this year. Please, because you love me?” Harry asked batting his eyelashes and pouting.
“Fine, it’s not like I was going to say no, just don’t make up shit to force me into a decision. I’m going to have to teach you how to pout convincingly; that was pathetic” Draco stated, quirking a brow.
“Yes, we all know that you’re the champion when it comes to whining and pouting to get your way.”
“Hey! I’m not that bad.”
“Anymore,” Harry muttered jokingly.
“You know you’re not making me want to stick around for the holiday. You mock me so, I fear my poor heart is wounded eternally,” Draco sighed dramatically.
“Drama queen.”
“Shut-up.”
“Well, you coaxed me out of the comfort of our bed, and into this God awful cold, with the promise of a surprise, what’d you get me?”
“Why are you so sure I got you anything? For all you know we could be going to the cinema because I was bored. I know how you work, always a quid pro quo.”
“Because you know I’d kill you for doing something like that. I know where you sleep.” Draco finished with false menace in his voice.
“Close your eyes,” that said, Harry wrapped Draco tightly in his arms and apparated them both to a secluded area of a local park. “Alright, we’re here.”
Opening his eyes, Draco was slightly disappointed to be looking at a frozen over lake where couples were ice skating. “Ice skating? Please tell me this is a joke. That is so typically a gay thing to do.”
“Oh come on, that’s a load of shit and you know it. Besides, you like ice-skating; don’t lie. Plus we haven’t left my house in two days; we needed to get out.”
“So says you. I was perfectly happy lazing about doing nothing but eating, sleeping, and having sex. I don’t know what could possibly be wrong with that arrangement.”
Harry ignored the complaints issuing from his lover and dragged the blond over to a bench. Quickly looking around, Harry snapped his fingers and the bench was now not only dry, but holding two pairs of black skates.
“I’ll never understand how you can do wandless magic so easily. It’s not normal; lucky bastard,” Draco muttered teasingly.
Once the pair had donned their skates, they gingerly made their way out onto the ice. Neither one noticed how much time passed, they just went in circles talking about whatever came to mind.
“Why can’t they see us?”
“Because this is just a memory, they’re only a projection of us from the past.”
“How long have we been together at this point?”
“About a year and a half. I’d been trying to convince you to move in with me, but you kept refusing; you didn’t want to leave the manor. You’re the last Malfoy with property rights, so technically it’s still yours. Well, it is when you prove to the ministry that you’re alive.
“So my parents are dead then,” Draco quietly said, looking down.
“No, they aren’t dead. Both of your parents were Death Eaters; they were captured and sentenced to life in Azkaban.” Harry’s comment did nothing to reduce Draco’s confusion. If anything, it added to his confusion.
“Alright, I get that Azkaban is prison, or something like that, but what is a Death Eater?”
“A Death Eater is a marked follower of Lord Voldemort. He was an incredibly evil wizard who wanted to rid the world of Muggles and all those who descended from them. Your father was sent to the wizards’ prison when we were fifteen, your mother was sent there during our seventh year. Both of them are still alive, thanks to the removal of the Dementors, but all of their assets were seized by the ministry when you went missing. Until then, everything belonged to you.”
Draco pondered how bizarre the situation was in which he found himself. In the space of less than two days he had met a man, found out that said man was his past lover, and that they were wizards. If he hadn’t seen so much magic performed in front of him, not to mention the fact that he was currently standing in someone else’s memory, he’d have thought he had been accosted by a cult. He ran Harry’s words over again in his mind, and came across something that seemed foreign to him.
“What’s a Dementor? Doesn’t sound pleasant, whatever it is.”
“It’s not, in fact it’s on the opposite end of the spectrum. Dementors are…creatures that make you relive the worst moments of your life until you’re driven mad. They don’t guard Azkaban anymore because they sided with Voldemort. There are still a few out there that haven’t been destroyed.”
“And here I was beginning to think magic was all about fairytales and making your life easier. Sounds like your world is more fucked up than the one I’ve been living in.”
“Our world. And I know what you mean; I was just a kid when I found out I was a wizard. Hell, I wasn’t even just a wizard, I was the boy who was suppose to save the world from Voldemort. How screwed up is that? I went from a crappy life with my Aunt and Uncle to a life I thought was just brilliant. What kid who nobody talks to, and hates his life doesn’t dream of someone showing up to take him away to some whole new world where everyone wants to be his friend?
“It’s not all bad though, just like no one’s world is all good. I had a lot of responsibilities for a kid, but I was never alone. That’s why Ron and Hermione and I are such good friends, we’ve been through everything together.”
“And what about me? Apparently I just tried to make your lives miserable.”
“Well you and I were very different. You grew up in the wizarding world, so that was just your life. You were the first wizard I met that was in the same year as me. We were getting fitted for our school robes and you were going on and on about quidditch and school houses and all types of things that I had never heard of; I thought you were a total prat.” Harry laughed.
“But when we were about seventeen, we formed a truce. You didn’t do anything drastic; you just stopped trying to make my life difficult. This conversation is getting entirely too serious for my taste. Besides, this is what I wanted you to see.”
“I forgot where we were for a moment.”
“Okay so that wasn’t so bad was it?”
“I think I’ll live.”
“Draco?”
“What?”
“I got you something.”
“Ha! I knew it!”
“Shut up before you ruin the moment. I was thinking; maybe after the war, or whatever it is, happens—if I’m still around—we could get married.”
“Is that your idea of proposing to me? If it is it needs some work.”
“Draco I’m trying to be serious here.”
“Sorry, go on.”
“Anyway, I got you something to wear as my promise to you, if you’ll have me of course. I know you hate the very idea of joint rings, so I got you a necklace. And before you comment, no it’s not girly. It’s very plain, minimalist even. You are everything to me Draco; I couldn’t see myself growing old without you. Would you be willing to marry me, when all’s said and done?”
“Hmm, I’d have to put up with your annoying Gryffindor habits every day, and spend more time with Weasley and Granger than I’m comfortable with…
“Of course I’ll marry you! I love you,” Draco finished, kissing Harry softly. “Of course I’ll marry you.”
The couple in the memory held each other closely as the snow began to fall.
“So when do I get to see this “minimalist” necklace?”
“I’ve got here,” Harry said, pulling a small velvet box from his pocket.
“My Dragon,” Draco read aloud. “You would say something like that.”
“Well you are mine and I want everyone to know it.”
“Let’s go home.”
“I think that sounds like a very good idea. Maybe we do the ‘nothing but food and sex’ routine for the next few days.”
“I think I can handle that.”
At this point Draco was sliding the small pendant from side to side on the chain around his neck. He was a part of the scene he was watching, but it still felt as though he were intruding on someone else’s moment.
“I hope that memory was a good one for you.”
“I’d like to think that it is. If I didn’t get my memories back; if we had to start over again as total strangers, would you still want to be with me?”
“More than anything in the world. I don’t care what it takes, if I have to start over again I will. I just got you back from the grave as it were; I’m not letting you get away so easy.”
Their conversation ended as the scene around them melted away to nothing. When they made it back to the dining room, there was another person, who Draco hadn’t met waiting for them.
TBC
A/N: Sorry about the delay. I had to read the first 10 chapters of \"A Lesson Before Dying\" for my lit class. Not fun. I hope this chapter doesn\'t dissapoint you.
I\'d like to thank all of you guys who took the time to review, it\'s much appreciated: silverhope, thrnbrooke, roxierose13, Demitria Miriam, angel, Donavon, eimiaj, avihenda, bärchen, ice owl, Nightwing, Lika, Sodapop0006, Sheila, darcie, and Submissive Minx. You guys rock!
Nightwing: Draco is a bit more trusting than he is in the canon at this point of the story, but I made him that way to reflect his past. It was his upbringing and his family/environment that molded him into the person that he was. I figure, if he doesn\'t remember the way Draco Malfoy is suppose to act, he\'ll act however he wants. I doubt the muggle town he was living in saw much action, so I mellowed him out. Don\'t worry, we\'ll see a bit of the Draco we know and love as the story progresses.