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sorakaizoku
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Prompt: 2018 list - It's very important to Draco that Harry spends Christmas at the Manor. Harry doesn't want to disappoint the Weasleys and he doesn't fancy the idea of spending the holiday with Lucius and Narcissa
Word Count/Art Medium: 2300
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Harry gets a surprise and Draco gets everything he ever wanted this Christmas.
“Harry!” Draco’s voice rang out through the small flat and harry curled tighter on the sofa where he had fallen asleep after a three day mission.
The floo flared to life and Draco stepped out, smoothly and without a hair out of place. Harry stirred a little and waved a tired arm to indicate he was here. He heard a huff.
“Harry its been four days! I haven’t been able to find you and no one would tell me where you were and you were just here sleeping?” his voice was almost an octave higher than usual. Harry knew that meant he wasn’t just mad, but fuming. The worst would be if he started to…
“And you missed dinner with mother and me today,” he hissed through his teeth. Harry winced and sat up. He looked blearily at Draco, dressed in silver robes with his hair pinned back. He frowned then without being able to stop it and Draco narrowed his eyes at him.
“Aah what!? Draco!” he yelled as the blonde moved towards him swiftly and took his face in his hands.
“Why are you bleeding and why do you…ugh..smell like Dragon dung?”
“I’m not hurt,” he said, pushing Draco off and standing only to catch at his ribs and almost fall back down. “Forgot about that. Draco I’ve been in the field. I got back early this morning and went to sleep there because I didn’t want to wake you. I didn’t know you were staying at the Manor.”
Draco shook his head and his face softened. “How bad is it?” he gestured to his ribs. Harry shrugged.
“Two broken at a guess, they’ll heal.”
“Yes, because I will heal them, shirt off now.”
Harry didn’t argue, but he did whimper in pain as he pulled his jumper over his head to let Draco examine him.
Draco was a healer, working with Hermione to cure the world of its ills one at a time. Harry was proud of them both. “I’m fine,” he insisted as he felt the diagnostic spell wash over him.
“MM and if you didn’t wear those ridiculous jumpers you could have had no paid at all taking off your top.”
Harry ran his fingers through Draco’s hair, cupping the back of his head and pulling him down for a slow, soft kiss. “I missed you too.”
Draco sighed and kissed his forehead. “And I don’t stay here without you. Now hold still, you’ve four broken ribs, a near punctured lung and a fractured collar bone. What in Merlin’s name have you been doing?”
“Auror work,” he said softly, hoping it wouldn’t cause the fight it usually did. But Draco’s lips flattened into a line, his brows lowered as he healed the bones. “Don’t. I am not having this fight again,” he said before Draco could take a breath to begin.
“No. of course not. High and mighty Lord Potter doesn’t deign to fight with his boyfriend when it isn’t convenient for him to. Just as he doesn’t take into consideration that said boyfriend might want him to spend Christmas with his parents at the Manor does he? No. well Chosen one?” he spat the last two words. “We will fight if I damn well want to fight because you are being too stubborn to-“
He stopped then as Harry had raised a hand. It wasn’t often that their fighting actually hurt either of them, but Harry was hurting right now. He was torn open and bleeding inside.
“I don’t take you into consideration?” he managed, his throat tight. The things he had given up for Draco, the promotions, the fame, the world he could have had at his feet. It made no difference to Harry, and he took it all in good stride when people asked him how he could date a Death Eater, he protected Draco from all of it. It was one thing his fame was good for. But for Draco to even suggest the opposite.
“Harry, I…it’s really important to me.”
Harry shook his head. “And the Weasleys are important to me. They gave me everything when everyone else just wanted me for my fame. I need to go Draco…don’t wait up.”
He apparated then, he knew it was childish but he needed advice.
The Burrow looked the same as it always had, though it was quieter these days what with Fred and George living above the shop in Diagon, Ron and Hermione moving out on their own and the others long gone. He still knocked before pushing open the door, and then realising he was half naked.
“Sorry Molly,” he said when she stopped half way to the door. “I kind of left in the middle of something.”
She raised a brow at him and he blushed and stammered “No, sorry. Broken ribs and something and something,” he said and her face turned from amused to concerned.
“Do I need to get Hermione?”
Harry thought about it, but then nodded. “Please?”
She went right away, Harry didn’t ask to be healed unless he needed it.
Once Hermione arrived, did the same spell as Draco, uttered the same thing she did every time he was hurt and then patched him up she put a hand on her hip.
“Alright Harry, what happened between you and Draco that he wouldn’t do this himself. He gave me a right earful after I healed you last time.”
Harry laughed, “That’s because last time you were half paying attention and healed my rib and not my arm and I nearly dropped him later!”
She stared at him for a moment before bursting out laughing, but then she went back to being serious and motioned him into the kitchen.
Molly brought him one of his old jumpers, it was blue and soft and far too big but it was one he had made himself using magic and wool he found in the Dungeons sometime at Hogwarts.
“Thanks,” he muttered and she bustled about making tea until he was sat facing her and Hermione’s expectant faces.
“Draco wants me to go to the Manor for Christmas. And I want to! I want to make him happy but I don’t think I can face that place again…after what happened every time I was there, after what happened to the others, the things I saw through his eyes.” He stopped as he realised Hermione had gotten up and was slowly taking his hands out of his hair.
“Sorry. But Hermione you were there a little too, and Draco! He lived there! And he still goes back, I don’t want him to think I’m some weak-willed kid.”
“Dear oh dear,” Molly started. “Harry you are the furthest thing away from weak willed I have ever seen. And don’t you worry about the Manor. I am sure Draco will understand.”
“I think you should go.”
Hermione was met with two pairs of shocked eyes then but she only looked at the emeralds that shone in Harry’s face. He ran his hand through his hair and looked down at the mug in his other hand.
“You love him,” she said softly and sat down at his side. “You want to make him happy, which is good. But maybe…maybe you need to face the demons that you have with that place Harry. Because Draco still lives there when he isn’t with you, and his parents live-“
“That’s another thing! Lucius! He should be rotting in Azkaban and instead he is living it up at his Manor under house arrest as if nothing was ever wrong. How can I deal with that Hermione? I just want to be with my family like always.”
Hermione sighed and stroked a hand through his hair. “Isn’t Draco your family now too?”
Harry sighed and put his head in his hands. “I’ve been a prat, haven’t I?”
She shook her head as Molly took his hands. “You have not been a prat Harry, you are legitimately worried, but I think you should talk to Draco, tell him what you told us, and then see if you think you can go. You can always come here if it doesn’t work out.”
He smiled then, at his best friend and his chosen mother figure and nodded.
“I can do that.”
--
Harry went back to the flat feeling very positive about his talk to Draco, that is until he walked in and found Draco sat in the same place he had left him more than two hours ago. He went around the side of the sofa and sat down, taking one of Draco’s hands in his.
“Don’t talk, just listen,” he said softly as Draco gazed at him and he told him everything, more than he had ever told anyone about his feelings on the war, the things that happened and the nightmares he had about the Manor.
Draco was stunned after he was finished but Harry just leant forward and kissed the end of his nose. “None of it matters, because I love you Draco Malfoy, and so if you will have me I will attend Christmas dinner at the Manor.”
Draco’s face went through a myriad of emotions then, from ecstatic, to sad, confused, angry and back to happy before settling on mildly curious. Of course, his face had moved very little at all in those few moments.
“Thank you,” was all he said before he took Harry’s hand and dragged him off to the bedroom to show his appreciation in more…physical ways.
--
Christmas day dawned and Harry found himself on the doorstep on the Manor. In one hand a ridiculously expensive vintage of Port that he was assured was Lucius favourite and in the other, well the other was tightly holding on to Draco.
The doorbell rang and Draco absently straightened his robes for the millionth time before the door was opened by an elf.
“Master Draco, Harry Potter sir! Please come in. Mistress is entertaining in the large receiving room and dinner will be served in the back dining room at 3 sharp.”
Draco hmmed an acknowledgement and the elf vanished.
“Draco?”
He shook his head, “Nothing, just a strange choice of room, but mother may have invited others.”
They set off down one of the long corridors when Lucius swept out of a room in front of them. He looked to them before he nodded at Draco in greeting, and mostly didn’t sneer at Harry. He counted that as a win.
“Draco, Mr Potter. I was just joining the others if you would care to join me.”
It wasn’t a request but Harry didn’t move. “Lucius, you must call me Harry,” he started “After all, we might be family one of these days.”
Draco stifled a laugh as his father pursed his lips. “Very well… Harry.”
Harry smiled then and sauntered forwards with more confidence than he felt. “As we are friends of sorts then, let me offer you a gift for hosting.”
He presented the bottle and saw Lucius’ appreciative glance before he could hide it. Draco patted his father on the shoulder as he walked past and led the way to a room further down the corridor where a lot of noise could be heard.
“Oh it’s perfect!” Draco heard his mother exclaim as he came to the door and shared a look with his father, but Lucius gave nothing away and Draco opened the doors.
The receiving room was as expected, the fireplace was merrily burning, there was soft music playing and there were various sitting areas with comfy chairs and small tables.
What he didn’t expect was Fred and George Weasley showcasing some of their products while Mrs Weasley sat next to his mother and watched, and Arthur and the older boys took it all in from the sidelines with glasses of something with huge icecubes.
Harry gaped, he couldn’t believe it. The Weasleys were in the Manor. He needed to pinch himself.
“Harry!” Ron’s voice and he whipped his head to the side as Ron and Hermione grabbed him in a hug. That started the hugging rounds as the twins coursed “Little Brother!” and joined the growing hug.
Harry couldn’t help it, he laughed. Happily and loudly and slightly in disbelief as he watched Draco greet his mother and they had a murmured conversation at the end of which Draco too was smiling openly.
He extracted himself from the hug and went over to Narcissa. “Thank you so much for this. I know you dint have to, and that you would means a lot.”
“You make my son happy Harry Potter, it is the least I can do.”
Harry grinned up at Draco then, who pulled him up from the floor and into a tight hug followed by a chaste kiss. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco’s middle and deepened it a little before the twins’ wolf whistle got him to stop. He sent a mock glare at them before he watched Molly take their ears in hand and they were bent double and half laughing half shouting as they were led to their father.
“Draco this is brilliant! Did you know?”
He shook his head, “No, but I am so glad mother and Molly did this. You being happy is the best Christmas present I could ask for.”
This time Harry put his hands on Draco’s chest, pushed up on tiptoes and kissed him hard.
“You have no idea,” he breathed. “I never thought…”
Draco ringed Harry’s waist with his arms as he watched the twins run behind Bill, who greeted him with a nod, and Charlie who gave a salute. He would talk to them later but for now he was content here, surrounded by his family, and wrapped in the arms of the one he loved.
Author/Artist:
sorakaizokuPairing(s): Harry/Draco
Prompt: 2018 list - It's very important to Draco that Harry spends Christmas at the Manor. Harry doesn't want to disappoint the Weasleys and he doesn't fancy the idea of spending the holiday with Lucius and Narcissa
Word Count/Art Medium: 2300
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Harry gets a surprise and Draco gets everything he ever wanted this Christmas.
“Harry!” Draco’s voice rang out through the small flat and harry curled tighter on the sofa where he had fallen asleep after a three day mission.
The floo flared to life and Draco stepped out, smoothly and without a hair out of place. Harry stirred a little and waved a tired arm to indicate he was here. He heard a huff.
“Harry its been four days! I haven’t been able to find you and no one would tell me where you were and you were just here sleeping?” his voice was almost an octave higher than usual. Harry knew that meant he wasn’t just mad, but fuming. The worst would be if he started to…
“And you missed dinner with mother and me today,” he hissed through his teeth. Harry winced and sat up. He looked blearily at Draco, dressed in silver robes with his hair pinned back. He frowned then without being able to stop it and Draco narrowed his eyes at him.
“Aah what!? Draco!” he yelled as the blonde moved towards him swiftly and took his face in his hands.
“Why are you bleeding and why do you…ugh..smell like Dragon dung?”
“I’m not hurt,” he said, pushing Draco off and standing only to catch at his ribs and almost fall back down. “Forgot about that. Draco I’ve been in the field. I got back early this morning and went to sleep there because I didn’t want to wake you. I didn’t know you were staying at the Manor.”
Draco shook his head and his face softened. “How bad is it?” he gestured to his ribs. Harry shrugged.
“Two broken at a guess, they’ll heal.”
“Yes, because I will heal them, shirt off now.”
Harry didn’t argue, but he did whimper in pain as he pulled his jumper over his head to let Draco examine him.
Draco was a healer, working with Hermione to cure the world of its ills one at a time. Harry was proud of them both. “I’m fine,” he insisted as he felt the diagnostic spell wash over him.
“MM and if you didn’t wear those ridiculous jumpers you could have had no paid at all taking off your top.”
Harry ran his fingers through Draco’s hair, cupping the back of his head and pulling him down for a slow, soft kiss. “I missed you too.”
Draco sighed and kissed his forehead. “And I don’t stay here without you. Now hold still, you’ve four broken ribs, a near punctured lung and a fractured collar bone. What in Merlin’s name have you been doing?”
“Auror work,” he said softly, hoping it wouldn’t cause the fight it usually did. But Draco’s lips flattened into a line, his brows lowered as he healed the bones. “Don’t. I am not having this fight again,” he said before Draco could take a breath to begin.
“No. of course not. High and mighty Lord Potter doesn’t deign to fight with his boyfriend when it isn’t convenient for him to. Just as he doesn’t take into consideration that said boyfriend might want him to spend Christmas with his parents at the Manor does he? No. well Chosen one?” he spat the last two words. “We will fight if I damn well want to fight because you are being too stubborn to-“
He stopped then as Harry had raised a hand. It wasn’t often that their fighting actually hurt either of them, but Harry was hurting right now. He was torn open and bleeding inside.
“I don’t take you into consideration?” he managed, his throat tight. The things he had given up for Draco, the promotions, the fame, the world he could have had at his feet. It made no difference to Harry, and he took it all in good stride when people asked him how he could date a Death Eater, he protected Draco from all of it. It was one thing his fame was good for. But for Draco to even suggest the opposite.
“Harry, I…it’s really important to me.”
Harry shook his head. “And the Weasleys are important to me. They gave me everything when everyone else just wanted me for my fame. I need to go Draco…don’t wait up.”
He apparated then, he knew it was childish but he needed advice.
The Burrow looked the same as it always had, though it was quieter these days what with Fred and George living above the shop in Diagon, Ron and Hermione moving out on their own and the others long gone. He still knocked before pushing open the door, and then realising he was half naked.
“Sorry Molly,” he said when she stopped half way to the door. “I kind of left in the middle of something.”
She raised a brow at him and he blushed and stammered “No, sorry. Broken ribs and something and something,” he said and her face turned from amused to concerned.
“Do I need to get Hermione?”
Harry thought about it, but then nodded. “Please?”
She went right away, Harry didn’t ask to be healed unless he needed it.
Once Hermione arrived, did the same spell as Draco, uttered the same thing she did every time he was hurt and then patched him up she put a hand on her hip.
“Alright Harry, what happened between you and Draco that he wouldn’t do this himself. He gave me a right earful after I healed you last time.”
Harry laughed, “That’s because last time you were half paying attention and healed my rib and not my arm and I nearly dropped him later!”
She stared at him for a moment before bursting out laughing, but then she went back to being serious and motioned him into the kitchen.
Molly brought him one of his old jumpers, it was blue and soft and far too big but it was one he had made himself using magic and wool he found in the Dungeons sometime at Hogwarts.
“Thanks,” he muttered and she bustled about making tea until he was sat facing her and Hermione’s expectant faces.
“Draco wants me to go to the Manor for Christmas. And I want to! I want to make him happy but I don’t think I can face that place again…after what happened every time I was there, after what happened to the others, the things I saw through his eyes.” He stopped as he realised Hermione had gotten up and was slowly taking his hands out of his hair.
“Sorry. But Hermione you were there a little too, and Draco! He lived there! And he still goes back, I don’t want him to think I’m some weak-willed kid.”
“Dear oh dear,” Molly started. “Harry you are the furthest thing away from weak willed I have ever seen. And don’t you worry about the Manor. I am sure Draco will understand.”
“I think you should go.”
Hermione was met with two pairs of shocked eyes then but she only looked at the emeralds that shone in Harry’s face. He ran his hand through his hair and looked down at the mug in his other hand.
“You love him,” she said softly and sat down at his side. “You want to make him happy, which is good. But maybe…maybe you need to face the demons that you have with that place Harry. Because Draco still lives there when he isn’t with you, and his parents live-“
“That’s another thing! Lucius! He should be rotting in Azkaban and instead he is living it up at his Manor under house arrest as if nothing was ever wrong. How can I deal with that Hermione? I just want to be with my family like always.”
Hermione sighed and stroked a hand through his hair. “Isn’t Draco your family now too?”
Harry sighed and put his head in his hands. “I’ve been a prat, haven’t I?”
She shook her head as Molly took his hands. “You have not been a prat Harry, you are legitimately worried, but I think you should talk to Draco, tell him what you told us, and then see if you think you can go. You can always come here if it doesn’t work out.”
He smiled then, at his best friend and his chosen mother figure and nodded.
“I can do that.”
--
Harry went back to the flat feeling very positive about his talk to Draco, that is until he walked in and found Draco sat in the same place he had left him more than two hours ago. He went around the side of the sofa and sat down, taking one of Draco’s hands in his.
“Don’t talk, just listen,” he said softly as Draco gazed at him and he told him everything, more than he had ever told anyone about his feelings on the war, the things that happened and the nightmares he had about the Manor.
Draco was stunned after he was finished but Harry just leant forward and kissed the end of his nose. “None of it matters, because I love you Draco Malfoy, and so if you will have me I will attend Christmas dinner at the Manor.”
Draco’s face went through a myriad of emotions then, from ecstatic, to sad, confused, angry and back to happy before settling on mildly curious. Of course, his face had moved very little at all in those few moments.
“Thank you,” was all he said before he took Harry’s hand and dragged him off to the bedroom to show his appreciation in more…physical ways.
--
Christmas day dawned and Harry found himself on the doorstep on the Manor. In one hand a ridiculously expensive vintage of Port that he was assured was Lucius favourite and in the other, well the other was tightly holding on to Draco.
The doorbell rang and Draco absently straightened his robes for the millionth time before the door was opened by an elf.
“Master Draco, Harry Potter sir! Please come in. Mistress is entertaining in the large receiving room and dinner will be served in the back dining room at 3 sharp.”
Draco hmmed an acknowledgement and the elf vanished.
“Draco?”
He shook his head, “Nothing, just a strange choice of room, but mother may have invited others.”
They set off down one of the long corridors when Lucius swept out of a room in front of them. He looked to them before he nodded at Draco in greeting, and mostly didn’t sneer at Harry. He counted that as a win.
“Draco, Mr Potter. I was just joining the others if you would care to join me.”
It wasn’t a request but Harry didn’t move. “Lucius, you must call me Harry,” he started “After all, we might be family one of these days.”
Draco stifled a laugh as his father pursed his lips. “Very well… Harry.”
Harry smiled then and sauntered forwards with more confidence than he felt. “As we are friends of sorts then, let me offer you a gift for hosting.”
He presented the bottle and saw Lucius’ appreciative glance before he could hide it. Draco patted his father on the shoulder as he walked past and led the way to a room further down the corridor where a lot of noise could be heard.
“Oh it’s perfect!” Draco heard his mother exclaim as he came to the door and shared a look with his father, but Lucius gave nothing away and Draco opened the doors.
The receiving room was as expected, the fireplace was merrily burning, there was soft music playing and there were various sitting areas with comfy chairs and small tables.
What he didn’t expect was Fred and George Weasley showcasing some of their products while Mrs Weasley sat next to his mother and watched, and Arthur and the older boys took it all in from the sidelines with glasses of something with huge icecubes.
Harry gaped, he couldn’t believe it. The Weasleys were in the Manor. He needed to pinch himself.
“Harry!” Ron’s voice and he whipped his head to the side as Ron and Hermione grabbed him in a hug. That started the hugging rounds as the twins coursed “Little Brother!” and joined the growing hug.
Harry couldn’t help it, he laughed. Happily and loudly and slightly in disbelief as he watched Draco greet his mother and they had a murmured conversation at the end of which Draco too was smiling openly.
He extracted himself from the hug and went over to Narcissa. “Thank you so much for this. I know you dint have to, and that you would means a lot.”
“You make my son happy Harry Potter, it is the least I can do.”
Harry grinned up at Draco then, who pulled him up from the floor and into a tight hug followed by a chaste kiss. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco’s middle and deepened it a little before the twins’ wolf whistle got him to stop. He sent a mock glare at them before he watched Molly take their ears in hand and they were bent double and half laughing half shouting as they were led to their father.
“Draco this is brilliant! Did you know?”
He shook his head, “No, but I am so glad mother and Molly did this. You being happy is the best Christmas present I could ask for.”
This time Harry put his hands on Draco’s chest, pushed up on tiptoes and kissed him hard.
“You have no idea,” he breathed. “I never thought…”
Draco ringed Harry’s waist with his arms as he watched the twins run behind Bill, who greeted him with a nod, and Charlie who gave a salute. He would talk to them later but for now he was content here, surrounded by his family, and wrapped in the arms of the one he loved.
