Bottom of the Bottle
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
2,283
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10
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Currently Reading:
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So It Begins
So It Begins
As Harry walked up the drive to the Malfoy Manor he realized how bad an idea this was and if anyone from his department as well as the entire Ministry saw him that there would be a lot of questioning. Maybe I could just tell them I was doing a raid he thought to himself thinking back to all the raids Mr. Weasley did on his hunches when he was younger. By the time he considered turning around though he was already to the very ominous black doors with their wrought iron handles.
Just as he reached up to knock it opened. He looked down and saw a house elf with their nose to the ground letting him in, “Thanks,” he murmured walking into the entrance hall. Man this house was much bigger than he had remembered and then remembering angered him and he turned around to leave.
“What is it about this house that makes you just turn around and leave,” the drawling voice said as Malfoy walked down the steps. Something jerked in the pit of Harry’s stomach as he watched Malfoy almost saunter down the steps. He shook it away knowing that it was just all those years of hate backed up, and then just looking at him brought back all of those bad memories.
“Maybe the fact that your father and his buddy kept me captive here, or the fact that Voldemort even stayed here just makes me sick to my stomach,” Harry said his voice filled with venom, “Can we just get this over with.”
“Yeah. Follow me,” Malfoy said walking the rest of the way down the stairs and through a door that led Harry into the office that he had flooed himself in not too long ago, “Please make yourself comfortable,” Malfoy said as he conjured up a chaise lounge.”
“Can I have something to drink please?” Harry said as he sat on the chair that was next to the lounge chair. There was no way he was laying down in Malfoy’s house, like Malfoy was his Muggle shrink. No way no how.
“No, because as of this moment you will no longer drink. We have to find what is ruining your relationship and something makes me think that it’s a combination of your drinking yourself into oblivion compared with something else. And Potter you can close your mouth now, because I will know when you drink I always know and we always seem to run into each other when you do. Isn’t that a coincidence?” Malfoy said smirking his cold grey eyes studying Harry.
“You can’t do that,” Harry said but Malfoy narrowed his eyes and rose out of his chair.
“Then leave, if you want my help you follow my rules with no questions. Is that clear?”
“Don’t talk to me like I’m your child,” Harry said rising from his chair, “Because that would be the last person I would want to be next to your wife.”
“If you stop acting like a child maybe I could stop treating you like one. It’s been 20 years Potter 20 years and you can treat me like an equal. I’m in and out of your department with tips and clues. I’ve turned in all of my old friends pretty much and my family is seen as outcasts to the wizarding world. You think I like my life like this? You think I like living life on the outside where everyone worships you.”
“Uh…I,” Harry started.
“Sit down,” Malfoy said. “If we’re going to do this right we have to let the barriers down because both of us don’t want to be here but I’m willing to help and that fact that you came shows that you’re willing to listen. We have to be willing to trust…”
“HA!”
“Each other,” Malfoy continued, “So we’ll begin with getting to know each other…well know more about each other and what’s been going on the past couple of years that we’ve been out of school.”
“I’m not trying to be your girlfriend Malfoy,” Harry snorted.
“You’re also not trying to be mature about this in anyway possible. So I’ll begin to tell you a little more about myself. I’m 38, my wife left me, and my son goes to school with your sons and daughter. The Death Eaters that were left out of Azkaban killed my father because they thought he betrayed the dark lord before he killed him, and then my mother died from grief a few months later.
Now I’m living alone in this huge house while my son is at school. Sometimes I wish I could do my life all over again, but other times I think I wouldn’t have Scorpius. Sometimes he’s all that keeps me sane. Who would think Draco Malfoy the cold hearted prat would even say something like that eh?”
“One question. Scorpius?” Malfoy gave him a withering look, “Forget I asked. Okay well I guess it’s my turn,” Harry said through gritted teeth, “Well I’m 37. I have three kids Lily, James, and Al. My wife is my best friends sister, but she’s currently not living with me. I’m an alcoholic. Sometimes I think the final fight brought it on. Watching your friends die one after another does wonders on you. Especially dying yourself. I turned to things that made me forget the word. I tried pot for a while but it was hard to get away with it because of Ginny. So then, I turned to alcohol because when I’m drunk nothing matters.
Sometimes I think she left me for my own good. When she yells at me the only think I can think of is that I don’t love her anymore. I really think I believe that too. I don’t love her as much as I did when we finished school, when we got married, or when we had kids. I love our kids don’t get me wrong. But she just nags me half to death and I just can’t take it half of the time,” Harry said sounding defeated.
“Great I think we’re making a lot of progress Potter. You’ve admitted to two things that I don’t think you would have admitted to if you were unprovoked,” Draco said, “So, when was the last time you had sex with her.”
“I can’t even remember and that’s why she was so mad at me. She asked me and she flipped when I could remember.”
“Kiss me Potter.”
As Harry walked up the drive to the Malfoy Manor he realized how bad an idea this was and if anyone from his department as well as the entire Ministry saw him that there would be a lot of questioning. Maybe I could just tell them I was doing a raid he thought to himself thinking back to all the raids Mr. Weasley did on his hunches when he was younger. By the time he considered turning around though he was already to the very ominous black doors with their wrought iron handles.
Just as he reached up to knock it opened. He looked down and saw a house elf with their nose to the ground letting him in, “Thanks,” he murmured walking into the entrance hall. Man this house was much bigger than he had remembered and then remembering angered him and he turned around to leave.
“What is it about this house that makes you just turn around and leave,” the drawling voice said as Malfoy walked down the steps. Something jerked in the pit of Harry’s stomach as he watched Malfoy almost saunter down the steps. He shook it away knowing that it was just all those years of hate backed up, and then just looking at him brought back all of those bad memories.
“Maybe the fact that your father and his buddy kept me captive here, or the fact that Voldemort even stayed here just makes me sick to my stomach,” Harry said his voice filled with venom, “Can we just get this over with.”
“Yeah. Follow me,” Malfoy said walking the rest of the way down the stairs and through a door that led Harry into the office that he had flooed himself in not too long ago, “Please make yourself comfortable,” Malfoy said as he conjured up a chaise lounge.”
“Can I have something to drink please?” Harry said as he sat on the chair that was next to the lounge chair. There was no way he was laying down in Malfoy’s house, like Malfoy was his Muggle shrink. No way no how.
“No, because as of this moment you will no longer drink. We have to find what is ruining your relationship and something makes me think that it’s a combination of your drinking yourself into oblivion compared with something else. And Potter you can close your mouth now, because I will know when you drink I always know and we always seem to run into each other when you do. Isn’t that a coincidence?” Malfoy said smirking his cold grey eyes studying Harry.
“You can’t do that,” Harry said but Malfoy narrowed his eyes and rose out of his chair.
“Then leave, if you want my help you follow my rules with no questions. Is that clear?”
“Don’t talk to me like I’m your child,” Harry said rising from his chair, “Because that would be the last person I would want to be next to your wife.”
“If you stop acting like a child maybe I could stop treating you like one. It’s been 20 years Potter 20 years and you can treat me like an equal. I’m in and out of your department with tips and clues. I’ve turned in all of my old friends pretty much and my family is seen as outcasts to the wizarding world. You think I like my life like this? You think I like living life on the outside where everyone worships you.”
“Uh…I,” Harry started.
“Sit down,” Malfoy said. “If we’re going to do this right we have to let the barriers down because both of us don’t want to be here but I’m willing to help and that fact that you came shows that you’re willing to listen. We have to be willing to trust…”
“HA!”
“Each other,” Malfoy continued, “So we’ll begin with getting to know each other…well know more about each other and what’s been going on the past couple of years that we’ve been out of school.”
“I’m not trying to be your girlfriend Malfoy,” Harry snorted.
“You’re also not trying to be mature about this in anyway possible. So I’ll begin to tell you a little more about myself. I’m 38, my wife left me, and my son goes to school with your sons and daughter. The Death Eaters that were left out of Azkaban killed my father because they thought he betrayed the dark lord before he killed him, and then my mother died from grief a few months later.
Now I’m living alone in this huge house while my son is at school. Sometimes I wish I could do my life all over again, but other times I think I wouldn’t have Scorpius. Sometimes he’s all that keeps me sane. Who would think Draco Malfoy the cold hearted prat would even say something like that eh?”
“One question. Scorpius?” Malfoy gave him a withering look, “Forget I asked. Okay well I guess it’s my turn,” Harry said through gritted teeth, “Well I’m 37. I have three kids Lily, James, and Al. My wife is my best friends sister, but she’s currently not living with me. I’m an alcoholic. Sometimes I think the final fight brought it on. Watching your friends die one after another does wonders on you. Especially dying yourself. I turned to things that made me forget the word. I tried pot for a while but it was hard to get away with it because of Ginny. So then, I turned to alcohol because when I’m drunk nothing matters.
Sometimes I think she left me for my own good. When she yells at me the only think I can think of is that I don’t love her anymore. I really think I believe that too. I don’t love her as much as I did when we finished school, when we got married, or when we had kids. I love our kids don’t get me wrong. But she just nags me half to death and I just can’t take it half of the time,” Harry said sounding defeated.
“Great I think we’re making a lot of progress Potter. You’ve admitted to two things that I don’t think you would have admitted to if you were unprovoked,” Draco said, “So, when was the last time you had sex with her.”
“I can’t even remember and that’s why she was so mad at me. She asked me and she flipped when I could remember.”
“Kiss me Potter.”