The First Great Fan- An Epilogue

Chapter Eight: Verituserum and Telling The Truth


Back at Grimmauld Place, Ron and Ginny got cleaned up, as Hermione freshened their clothes and Kreacher made dinner.
They ate in silence as Charlie, Hermione and Ron smiled, but Ginny and Draco scowled at Harry.
After that, Ginny turned to her brother and said, “Take me home, Charlie. Please.” and they left.
Ron looked embarrassed but Hermione drew him to the door quickly. They left just as Charlie returned.
Draco stood in the drawing room for a while, but Harry couldn't think of anything to say.
“I’m going home.” the blond said. “When you know what you want, you know where I am.” he added. “Roldo!” Draco called and a duplicate of Dobby appeared. “Take me home.” he told the elf who took his hand and they disappeared.

Charlie sat in the kitchen watching Kreacher doing dishes as he sipped a cup of coffee. Harry walked in and he turned.
“Thank you for saving my family, Harry. I know you paid the highest price.” he said.
Harry looked surprised. “It wasn’t that bad and Ginny will forgive me, eventually.” he said.
“Not what I meant.” Charlie argued pointing his cup toward the door.
Harry turned and looked toward the drawing room. When he turned back he smiled.
“Charlie, you are always welcome here. You already know that. But, I want you to feel comfortable bringing anyone with you that you’d like. In fact, come back around Halloween. And bring Viktor.” Harry said and Charlie looked shocked.
“I will,” He answered. "He’d like to see you, too. What are you going to do now?” he asked.
“I’m going to take a shower and do some thinking. It’s been a long day.” Harry said.
“Well, I’m going to go see the family, have a little talk with me mum and then I think it’s time to go home.” Charlie said standing. “Good luck, Harry.” he said as he passed, patting the younger man’s shoulder.

Harry grabbed a towel off of his rack and dried himself, draping it around his shoulders to catch the drips from his hair. He wrapped a clean white bathrobe around him and returned to his bedroom.
A smile found his face as he looked at he bed, now neat and tidy thanks to the efficiency of his house elf.
He picked up the spoon from his dresser and dropped onto his side of the bed, crossing his legs as he held it before him.
“Okay, courage Harry.” he told himself as he looked to the empty side of his bed. First, he pulled back the throw and exposed the creamy off-white flannel sheets. “Now, don’t kill me too quickly, okay? I need you, I really do, Draco.” he said watching spoon glow and heat.
There was no wind, just a shimmer of stardust and glowing mist.
Harry waited silently as it gathered together and formed at his side.

Pansy shrieked with happiness as she stood over the boiling cauldron and held the bottle in the air.
“Two last ingredients.” she said. “First, Draco my love.” she said, tipping the bottle and watching its contents dribble into the broth as she licked her lips. When the vial was empty, she tossed it into the sink and picked up another. “Then, the sample from the second party, to mingle and create our son.” She said pouring this into her pot.
She stirred it briskly, her eyes glowing from excitement until the color went from murky brown to a rootbeer shade.
She dipped a cup into its depths and drew out a portion for herself.
“To us, my love.” she said tipping the cup and gulping the contents down. Afterwards she banished the remains, no one else was going to get one of Draco’s babies here, and cleaned up the room.
Her parents were due home tonight from their three week trip and she hated when they yelled at her for experimenting in their house.
When she was done, she headed for her room. She would be sleeping a lot for the next few days and then she would have nine months to get through before her trap would ensure her future.
Once the baby was born, it would show its lineage and Lucius would require Draco to marry her.
It was perfect.
Other than that whole problem of Potter having sex with her husband-to-be, but she would handle that later.

Draco had returned to the manor to find his parents frantic about his absence.
The Finnigans had owled to say that he had not returned from lunch and they had searched everywhere for him.
It was too soon for him to discuss this with them so he told them he had been pushing too hard and needed a rest.
They had abstained from further questions and sent him to bed.
Lucius had sent an owl to Finnigan to inform him that Draco was ill and wouldn’t be there for a few days.
Narcissa arranged a light meal and delivered it to her son’s room.
He had hardly touched the food, not telling her that he had already eaten, reinforcing the belief that he was sick.
When she left, he stripped out of his clothes and climbed into bed. He was drained and didn’t even feel like relieving an erection he had held since seeing Harry return with the Weasleys.
Harry had looked magnificent. The hero who didn’t crave notice, once again.
But, he had still chosen the Weasley girl over Draco and a familiar pain, the one he had felt when a first-year Harry had chosen Ron over him, filled Draco’s gut.
Draco Malfoy would forever be second to a Weasley in Harry’s eyes.
Well, in all but one thing.
In that, he had been Harry’s first.
Pulling the covers up to his chin, he closed his eyes and tried to sleep.
White light flashed all around him and when it faded out, he was lying naked in Harry Potter’s bed.
“I think we need to have that little talk, now.” Harry said looking at him.
Draco turned and looked over the dark-haired wizard lying next to him. The robe had fallen open and the blond smiled at what it exposed.
“Okay, but it won’t be easy with that pointing at me.” he said.
Harry looked down and blushed, pulling his robe closed before he looked back at Draco and smiled. “Look who’s talking.”