Title: Fidelius
Author:
coffejunkii
Translator: amy_lee_malfoy
Rating: NC-17
Couple: Harry / Draco
Disclaimer: Sadly, the boys are not mine.
Disclaimer 2: This story was written by coffejunkii and gave permission for the translation. The original story can be found on the Livejournal under his pseudonym. I would appreciate some reviews, and I promised to translate and send. Nothing is gained with this except to share a beautiful story.
Warnings: It is situated five years after Half-Blood Prince, so there are SPOILERS
Summary: The person sitting across from Harry looks like someone he hated for years but the memories no longer match. Maybe Malfoy met at some point, but has no idea who this man is, aside from a familiar name and face.
Part 1 of 2.
If you live in a house protected by Fidelius, an unexpected blow to your door is almost impossible, and certainly not assimilated well, even now, after the war. At the sound, Harry immediately drop the broom which has been working, falling twigs scattered. Go down the stairs into five major steps, the wand tightly clutched in his hands.
When it comes to the door, counts down from ten to calm down, but not at all prepared for what awaits.
Draco Malfoy is standing on the top step, an unreadable expression on his face.
"Malfoy?" Harry asked in disbelief, cursing when the words leave their lips because they sound pretty stupid. There is no doubt in his mind that is actually Malfoy, who has been missing for five years since that night in the Astronomy Tower. Harry did not expect to see him again.
Instead of mocking response awaiting Harry, Malfoy simply says, "Yes."
During that summer after his sixth year, Harry imagined this encounter many of times, always with a violent end. Try to find that hate now, the fury that drove him during those months, but feel nothing, apart from the desire to know what, where and how, and most of all, why. When you look at Malfoy, can not find hatred in their eyes.
Unsure about what to say, Harry asks, "Why are you here?" The
calm gray eyes look at Harry, "I think we have an appointment, are four in the afternoon, and on November 5, is not it?". There is a touch of apprehension in Malfoy's voice, as if wondering if it really really is the correct date.
"Yes it's true" replica Harry automatically, "But," and then remember.
An advertisement in the Daily Prophet last week caught the attention of Harry. Where said breaker Ministry curses fail, our experience begins . After considering a bit, Harry sent an owl with the date, time and instructions on how to find Grimmauld Place, "You ... you're here at the spell of protection?"
Malfoy nodded, "I can spend?"
Harry muscles react before his mind, and feels like your legs give way to Malfoy from the lobby. Malfoy watches inspect the room, the polished stone floor, white walls, and the only portrait hidden behind a thick white curtain.
"It's different than what I expected," says Malfoy.
Harry's thoughts are still very scrambled, but able to respond, "I had a little help to renovate the lower floors"
Malfoy's gaze in the painting is hidden for a moment, before returning to Harry, "Maybe we should sit to see if ... we can reach an agreement"
walk into the kitchen, and Harry prepares tea. Supposed to be polite and Malfoy must wait. The foolishness of that thought leaves him slightly shocked, just when you put the kettle to boil. Why should expected to care what Malfoy? Harry stands still for a moment, until Malfoy gave him a curious look. Leaving the question and the suspicion that you really care out of his mind, Harry put two cups on the table.
prepare tea in silence, and Harry notes that Malfoy does not add sugar but a considerable amount of milk.
"So ..." began Harry when Malfoy is clear that he expected to start the conversation.
"You could start by telling me more about Fidelius. You mentioned in your letter that you have trouble removing it due to a spell of protection already"
Harry tries to follow Malfoy professional tone, "Yes, I assumed that there is no reason to keep the Fidelius now ... " now that nobody is behind me , Harry ends quietly.
" I understand "said Malfoy in a neutral manner.
Just keep talking, it is said Harry himself, "Well, try some basic spells, but it did not work and then we, I mean, Hermione found that there was another layer of spells on the house, something old, and she said she was related to ... ...", Trying to remember how Hermione had explained the above questions about the disappearance of Malfoy, returned again to his mind, and he was unable to continue.
staring at the tablecloth, Harry whispers, "Sorry, I ... I can not do this. Es .. I do not understand why you are here"
What I really want to ask is, not know that I live here?
not answer immediately, take a sip of tea, then another. Finally he says, "It's a job, and judging by your description, a difficult, which means there is a considerable amount of money involved"
Money. It makes sense - all the Malfoy fortune was claimed by the Ministry after Malfoy's mother died, and the mansion had become ashes in the last days of the war.
And yet, can not explain why Harry did not attend another break-curses instead of Malfoy, "So you ... you knew that ... I ..." let the sentence is in the air for Malfoy Harry understand what you mean.
"That this house is yours?"
"Yes"
Malfoy pushes his cup back and forth in his hands, "I was not sure, but it has always been rumors about them, especially in this business. It was not so difficult to decipher,"
"And you care? " Harry said.
Malfoy's response is just as fast, "Should I?" Harry
not know how to answer "Yes" or "No", no even remotely begin to describe the confusion in his head.
"You want me to go?" Malfoy asked quietly.
Harry knows the answer to that question right away, "No"
Try saying to yourself that their safety is due to the fact that Malfoy may know how to break the spell on the house, but there is something else there, another reason is not yet defined.
Malfoy stands to make more tea and Harry is surprised to note that not using magic in the process. While Malfoy
pour boiling water in their cups, he says, "I know you're dying to do it, so just ask"
"Ask what?"
Malfoy sits down and takes a spoon to push the tea bag in the cup, "Where have I been all this time"
The precision with which guesses your thoughts Malfoy makes Harry feel uncomfortable. To deny that there is some truth in the assertion of Malfoy, but recognizes the futility of tremendous thing. And, if you ask.
Searching for words, Harry asked, "I. .. yeah, yeah I know that, and then, um, Where did you go?"
With the cup in his hands, Malfoy is charged in his chair, "I went to where nobody could find me, after a pause, he adds," I never stayed anywhere for long, would have been an invitation to be discovered eventually, y. .. once an environment is too familiar, the past tends to catch up with you "
Despite the hard expression on his face, Malfoy's voice is almost smooth. strangely familiar tone takes Harry by surprise, and before it can tell Malfoy has not answered his question, Malfoy spoke again.
"Now that you asked me, maybe I can ask something"
Even if Malfoy has not provided the information that Harry expected, Harry reasons that it is just He is also questioned. Answer is a very different, "Okay
" Why live here? "
Although this is the last thing Harry wants to talk, at least you're used to it. Ron and Hermione were wondering all the time, and he hates that they can not stop asking and that he can not give an explanation they can understand. Harry is not quite sure why it lives here. Just know that need be here.
"I do not know," he replies sincerely.
Malfoy holds her gaze for a moment, then nods. Harry thinks that something like understanding gray eyes, and feel incredibly overwhelmed.
The person in front of him is like someone he hated for years, but memories disagree. Maybe Malfoy met at some point - although, over the years, Harry concludes that maybe that was not the case at all, but have no idea who this man, and a face and quite familiar name.
dazed, Harry hears Malfoy list of conditions that will decide whether or not to take the job. Topping the list is an initial survey of the house and spells that are on it, which will take place throughout the afternoon. If a positive result, Malfoy will need to reside in Grimmauld Place for as long as requiring the dismantling of protection spell. Everything else will be resolved in accordance with progress in the process.
Harry agrees. The house has four floors after all, big enough for two people live together without much contact. It shows the place to Malfoy and makes an attempt to answer all the questions you formulated without paying much attention to the Quick-Quotes Quill that avidly razguea words on parchment.
They finish the tour in the drawing room, and Harry gives him all the research I did Hermione on the protection spell. When Malfoy takes a minute to study the family tree Black, Harry realizes with a shock that his name also appears there.
After Malfoy leaves, Harry recharge in the doorway for a minute and ask what is happening here. Maybe Ron is right, and Harry finally gone mad, living alone in this huge house. Ron and Hermione probably would want to know that Malfoy appeared at her door this afternoon, so you head to the kitchen, in order to call them.
But when the Floo powder is in their hands, Harry not made to fire. Malfoy has not been given the verdict, and may not take the job. For some reason, Harry does not want to cause any problems for Malfoy, and Ron and Hermione tell right now cause exactly that problem. Malfoy's name was cleared regarding Dumbledore's death, but there are still many open questions regarding the war. If you spread the word in the Ministry of Malfoy reappeared soon be confronted with these same questions - questions that probably wants to leave behind Malfoy. Harry returns
Floo powder into the bowl on the tablecloth, and goes to the upper floor, in order to continue working on her broom.
Accepting Malfoy comes around in the afternoon the next day, and moved the day after that. There are two guest rooms on the second floor, and Malfoy gets hold of them, explaining that there way to work in the same place where you sleep.
Harry takes a week to learn not to be surprised by the noises that Malfoy does at home. Not that Malfoy is noisy, but Harry is only used to the sounds he makes, and heard footsteps on the stairs or the sounds of dishes in the kitchen, breaks the silence that Harry used to. Crosses your mind that during the war, could only sleep when there were people moving around the house. Find comfort in knowing that the opposite is happening now. Reminds him that those days are gone indeed.
When Harry finds Malfoy sipping tea and reading in the kitchen almost always at the same time three evenings in a row, admits that can not be coincidence. Annoyed Malfoy can not go and talk to him - after all, knows that Harry spends his day working on broomsticks - Harry is a sandwich, pretending it's the only reason I came to the kitchen.
stubbornly sits across the table from Malfoy, and began to eat. He refuses to see any other place than your plate, but the look is too persistent Malfoy and Harry finally asked, "Is there anything you need?"
With a touch of humor in his voice, Malfoy replied, "I thought you would like a summary of how things"
"I thought there was something to report, you tell me" Shear said Harry.
"I have not seen much to say," observed Malfoy.
Harry wants to object, but think again, you have to admit that Malfoy is right. Have not exchanged more than a greeting from Malfoy moved, "Well, I'm here now," stated Harry.
"I noticed it," said Malfoy, and began a long explanation of what had been doing in the house, from which many things are so technical that pass just above Harry's head. He understands enough to know that Malfoy was able to confirm the impression that Hermione's spell of protection is not so attached to the house but the residents of this, and when Harry became the sole occupant of Grimmauld Place and their Secret Keeper, the Fidelius merged with the old spell.
"Or in other words," Malfoy finished, "Whatever it takes to undo the Fidelius, you will play an important role" Harry
no longer wanted to be an important part in anything after the war, and was tempted to set aside the spell, but reminds her too much to the dark days of war, and wants out. His sandwich is no longer seen as appetizing, so let the side dish, "Anything else?"
"That's all I can say for now," Malfoy replied, and there it is again quasi-smooth tone that Harry is so disturbing.
Although he has no reason to stay, Harry does not leave the kitchen. Nor Malfoy.
"We also want tea?" Malfoy asked after several minutes have passed.
Harry shrugs. They are surprised when Malfoy love the teapot and cup for tea instead of doing the same, "No magic to it you used last time,"
"It depends on my mood," Malfoy says enigmatically, "It also appeared that so urgently needed "
Tea is perfect, and Harry wondered how Malfoy knew their preferences," How did you learn? "
"I learned what?"
"A tea to the Muggle way?" Malfoy
think your response a little before replying, "I lived among Muggles for a while"
Harry wants to know where and for how long, but concludes that if Malfoy had wanted to share that information with him, probably would have done, "You can also cook?"
'What a ridiculous question, "stated Harry himself, and' why does it matter if Malfoy know or not to cook?"
Malfoy's eyebrows rise a little, "I know how to defend"
Judging by the tone casual Malfoy, knows more than defend As far as cooking is concerned, "I hate cooking," the words out before he can even think.
"Well, that's obvious," Malfoy's eyes fall into the pot and pan rusted worn hanging over the stove, "I ordered some things that will improve this situation. I hope you do not mind"
" While no plan to install a horde of elves, for me is fine, "Harry said in a warning tone.
"Not me," Malfoy is diverted, pausing, "No elves"
Silence falls again on the two, and Harry is on a package of brownies into the pantry. Each takes a biscuit and Harry Malfoy takes another note as soon as he finishes first.
"How did you get the business to break curses and why?" Asked Harry after a while.
"I had much time to read, y. .. some people taught me"
"But why break curses? I thought you were more interested in potions"
Malfoy's eyes darkened for a moment, "I would be useful at some point, has certainly proved a very lucrative skill "Harry
can imagine that, after all the haunted houses to which they had to break during the war.
take another biscuit, Malfoy says, "I never imagined that Would you spend all your time doing racing brooms, the Ministry was not interested in employing your hero? "
Harry Malfoy note the sarcasm," If you must know. I was not interested in working for them, I had enough for a lifetime battle "was surprised to notice the bitterness with which he says.
Malfoy's eyes lost their focus for a moment Harry wondered whether this is the end conversation, but later found with gray eyes staring back.
"You sell your broom?"
Harry has a list of orders that will have you busy until the new year. "Some here and there, yes
"Which teams?"
Harry does not really answer that, partly because he remembers vaguely having signed a contract about it for some time.
Suddenly, Malfoy's eyes open wider in surprise, "Do not you sold a broom Puddlemere Finder, right? Has had a pretty impressive season, and before it was very bad," Harry
course sells brooms Puddlemere, but will not disclose, "Um"
"I'll take that as a yes," Malfoy was leaning forward in his chair, recharging the elbows on the table, "And what's your secret?" Harry
a little uncomfortable under his intense gaze, but his voice remains firm when it responds, "I can not say that"
"Oh well, it was worth trying" Malfoy half smiling, half-mocks.
Harry smiles in response before noticing what you are doing. It is disconcerting to know that - and still not know Malfoy, and feel the need to go. The chair squeaks when removed too quickly, "I ... there are a few things I have done today, so, um, I'm going to make now," Harry gestured vaguely toward the stairs.
Malfoy nods, "I'm going to pick up a couple of books ago, you probably have more information about what happened to the Fidelius, tomorrow afternoon," Harry is
quite sure how to take that - just ask Malfoy found in the kitchen tomorrow? Looking for the vague response that can happen, Harry simply responds, "OK"
In its climb up the stairs, Harry made a mental note to buy more chocolate biscuits in the morning.
whereas Harry and Malfoy never speak of war or of Hogwarts, there are a surprising number of topics discussed in their talks, now a day for tea.
Sometime during the third week of the stay of Malfoy, Ron and Hermione appear unexpectedly in the middle pm, just as Harry and Malfoy are involved in a heated discussion about the extent of the Quidditch season by two weeks. Before any of us can say something, Malfoy is tied hand and foot, courtesy of Ron's wand.
"You okay Harry?" Hermione asked, taking strong shoulders.
"I'm fine," said removing his hands abruptly, "Take away the spell Ron now," observes Ron
curious.
"I said, now," Harry uses the low and menacing tone that he had not used since the war.
invisible strings fade Malfoy's body, slowly rubbing stands elbow.
"What happens here?" Hermione asked while watching back and forth between Harry and Malfoy.
"I think we were having tea, if it was not obvious," Harry replied, barely containing his anger. Ron
notes with evident disbelief, then turns to Malfoy, "What the hell are you doing here ferret?"
"I think it would be better if you explain Potter" Malfoy replied. It sounds completely calm, but Harry can see his fingers squeezed tightly in her lap.
All eyes rest on Harry.
" Draco" Harry began, deliberately using the first name of Malfoy, "You are here to help remove the Fidelius "
Hermione is the first to find his voice," But ... I thought we agreed that your upcoming move to Devon. There is a perfect home just across the street from our house, just hit the market and, "
Harry squints," Never agree to anything, maybe I would consider it. But they know they'd rather stay here and do not know why you and Ron are bothering with that, "
Hermione takes Ron's arm," I think our presence is not welcome at the moment, we "
hurt tone in her voice Ron Harry swallow makes hurtful reply at the tip of the tongue, "Maybe that is the best "when Hermione reached Floo powder, added," Please, do not tell anyone "
Ron's chest sticks out a bit, the way you do before you start to argue, but a look of Hermione it off before you started.
"No we will," she promises, "It would be nice to have a more detailed explanation soon"
"I will send an owl tomorrow, okay?"
Hermione nods and disappears in the green flames, Ron's still not saying a word.
Harry slowly turns around to see Malfoy, who is still in place, but now your fingers are twisting the fabric of his pants.
"I think it was all for today," he says in a neutral tone, avoiding Harry's eyes.
For a brief moment, Harry considered apologizing for the behavior of Ron, but fears that Malfoy does not take very well.
Malfoy goes to the door, passing close to Harry without looking. Stops on the stairs. Very gently, he says, "Thanks, Harry"
One afternoon, when Malfoy has been in one of his trips that supposedly help clear your mind Harry is in the drawing room. Attempts to decipher why the broom that just ended, was going too fast to the left when making downward spiral, but most of all, is thinking about the strange way of living that leads to Malfoy.
Malfoy's presence is tangible in every corner of the house, from the little notes taped to the wall, describing their magical properties or the points of convergence, to the kitchen completely redecorated. Harry has had several opportunities to test his theory about Malfoy's culinary skills - they are truly excellent. Your stomach growls at the thought of stew which shared last Sunday, and Harry decides that today is one of those days when you 'accidentally' found in the kitchen when cooking Malfoy.
into deeper into the couch, Harry removes some scrolls to recharge their feet on the coffee table. As the notes slide to one side, Harry's gaze rests on a leather-bound book. The word 'Fidelius' included in the broad title catches your eye, and decides to read a little about it can not hurt. Malfoy may well not be frustrated every time Harry can not understand his explanations.
When the book opens, Harry is surprised to note that there is a book of spells at all, the real title is Stories of Fairies and Dragons under the title, there is an inscription that says, My Little Dragon in tenth birthday. Love, Mom . Harry has enough common sense to make the book aside because this little glimpse of Malfoy's childhood is not something he has to do, given the reluctance of Malfoy talk about anything remotely related to his family. On the other hand, Harry finds it hard to believe that Malfoy let something like that in a place as open if not want Harry to find it.
placing the book in his lap, Harry begins to read, being rapidly immersed in his first magical fairy tale, complete with animated illustrations. To turn the page, a picture quite worn falls into their hands, in which there is a woman an evening gown. Harry immediately recognizes, is Narcissa Malfoy. It looks much younger and less cold than Harry remembers the Quidditch final. A child obviously Malfoy runs into the picture and Narcisa leans to kiss his cheek, both turn to smile at the camera. Harry estimated that Malfoy should have six or seven years old in this picture. You can not stop watching, watching repeats over and over again.
When someone coughs politely next to Harry, he is startled, almost dropping the book on the floor. Malfoy is standing right beside him, Harry has no idea how long it has been there standing. The dark layer that Malfoy has elegantly over her shoulders, bouncing a sense cold, so it should not take much time indoors. At least I think Harry. Malfoy expected to say something, even yelling for snooping in his private affairs, but only looks at Harry with a look quiet and still. Like many times before, Malfoy's eyes do not betray his feelings at that moment, but Harry thinks he can see the sadness behind nearly impervious surface.
Closing the book quickly, photo protected between the pages, Harry Malfoy stretches and says, "Sorry, did not know what was the book and I was curious, but I refused,"
"Okay "Malfoy replied quietly. Take the book that Harry extends and brings it to his chest as his toy consented, making Harry wonder if this is the only thing that Malfoy has of his childhood.
"Sorry about your mother," says Harry because it seems so appropriate in this situation.
"Thank You" Malfoy answered politely, looking at the floor.
Harry does not know what to do next. It should go? Or, wait to go Malfoy? Why is Malfoy is there? Harry expected to turn around and leave without saying anything more after retrieving the book. Wiping the sweat from your hands in your pants, Harry Malfoy expected track.
Just when Harry is about to stand, unable to endure the discomfort that fills the room, Malfoy speaks again.
"you know I never saw my mother after I left Hogwarts the night of the attack? I had asked to meet me in Hogsmeade the previous weekend, but told him he was too busy. I wish I ... I ... "Malfoy left the sentence unfinished, his fingers curling tightly on the banks of the book.
Harry gets up and goes to Malfoy but he turns away from him, shaking his head. Harry drops his hand.
"Dinner will be -" Malfoy's voice trembles, and he stops, takes a deep breath, then continues, "It will be list of forty-five minutes, okay? "
" Perfect, "said Harry.
Malfoy nods once and left the room with quick steps.
When Harry goes to the kitchen a little later, brings the album Hagrid gave him in his first year. ~*~*~
A week later, a sunny Tuesday afternoon, Harry returns to Grimmauld Place of last test with the broom that was problematic before, now it flies great. Humming to himself, Harry opens the door and is surprised with a squeaky voice familiar.
"... nothing more shame for your family, blood traitor! Hiding like a coward and working for Muggles and Métis ... "
The view in front of him frozen in his footsteps. Ms. Black is ready to jump out of the frame, throwing insult after insult to Malfoy standing before the portrait fell from her shoulders and head bowed.
"... does not deserve to bear the surname Malfoy, allowing you to possess, perverted, damned scoundrel -"
The curtains were closed with a flick of the wand of Harry, the observed it for a moment before approaching Malfoy , which has not moved at all.
"What think you're doing?" the question out of his mouth in a more accusatory than Harry expected.
"I thought I could talk to her, get some information about the protection spell" answers Malfoy gasped, her gaze away.
"What? I told you it would be useless! She's crazy! "
" It was worth trying "
The challenge in Malfoy's voice just makes you angry but to Harry," was it worth it? Okay, maybe, but why not silent? Why let go? "
Malfoy slowly raise your head. His usually pale cheek are stained red, "do you care?" try to pass on one side of Harry, but he does not move, "Get out of my way, Malfoy raised his wand threateningly.
hands forming fists, Harry is made to the side and watch as Malfoy runs upstairs. A door strikes within minutes.
Sitting on the top step, Harry sets his sights on the black curtains to hide the portrait, wishing for the umpteenth time to get rid of him. While anger refers gradually realizes there is only one explanation why Malfoy would bear the shouts and insults, one that Harry understands very well.
Slowly ascends to the second floor, pauses a moment before the door of Malfoy to consider whether or not to advertise. Harry undone courtesy and making the knob. If you do not want to see Malfoy, you have to tell him face to face. Unless the door happy.
The door has no insurance.
Malfoy is standing by the window watching the small square in front, his back to Harry.
"I do not deserve," said Harry softly, even at the door.
Malfoy shrugs.
Harry across the room and head out the window. The pale winter sun was already hidden behind the houses surrounding the square, throwing long shadows over the icy rocks. Turning toward Malfoy, Harry sees gray eyes are at a distance without a fixed point.
"Draco" Harry whispered.
"I do not know what I deserve"
The quiet conviction that bears the words cut through Harry. "You do not deserve this, none of that" repeated emphatically.
A sad smile crosses the face of Draco, "I wish I could believe that"
"You made the right decision to leave," continues Harry.
"you think so? So I could save myself, but not my mother? O my father? "
" No decisions easy in war, "Hermione told Harry that once, and is the only thing I can think now, as if his thoughts had been entangled in the lump increasingly compressed his chest.
"I think I'd be alone for now" Draco asked quietly, his fingers scraping the paint on the wall.
"Okay," Harry does not want to leave without giving some sort of consolation. Harry puts his hand on Draco's shoulder, giving a slight squeeze. Draco's head is sinking, but makes no effort to get away, so let your hand Harry crossing the back of the blonde until it runs between the shoulder blades.
"Harry, please, "whispered Draco gasped.
Without really knowing what Draco calls - that Harry go? O. .. opposite? - Harry does not move.
The clarification comes when Draco turns and disappears behind the door leading to an adjacent room.
This time the door is closed. ~*~*~
Three days before Christmas, Harry buys a tree. Never bothered to buy one before Christmas because it happens at the Burrow. But when I walked past a makeshift establishments selling trees, he felt he wanted to have a tree this year. Since their meeting with Ms. Black, Draco has been a very contrite mood, and perhaps bringing a little excitement into the house christmas Draco feel better.
Draco goes up the stairs to the kitchen when Harry enters the door with the tree, cursing when a few twigs stuck in the frame.
"I think someone forgot their first class of Charms at Hogwarts," Draco said from somewhere behind Harry.
"What?" Asked Harry as he struggles with the tree.
Draco's footsteps echo on the stone floor as she walks, "The first spell we learned in school, really Potter!"
" Wingardium Leviosa! "
The tree slowly rises into the air and floats to the center of the hall under the guidance of Draco.
Harry is tempted to roll the eyes to the arrogant smile on the face of Draco, "I could not levitate a tree down the street all about Muggles, right?" Asks Harry.
"Maybe not, but certainly, you could have conjured a spell to make the subject lighter easier, no?"
Draco takes the tree down the stairs to the drawing room, and Harry follows.
"I suppose, but I did not think," says Harry.
"A Sometimes you're so Muggle "
" Oh, indeed, Mr. Spell-heaters-ruined-my-delicious-food? "
" Well, they do, and you know it. It was not me who complained that the potatoes had an odd taste last week, "said Draco.
This time, Harry rolled his eyes, "Okay, you're right, I do not, as usual. Where we put the tree? "
After a quick glance around the room, Draco nods toward the wall that is the tapestry with the Black family tree," How about there? "
" Good choice " Harry hates the tapestry as well as the portrait of the ground floor.
work quietly to secure the tree. Harry becomes a cup of tea in a tree stand while Draco tie a few branches from the bottom on the wall with a paste enchantment for the tree to have balance.
"Where are the decorations?" Asked Draco, giving a few touches with his wand to accommodate some twigs.
"Um, I have not really" admits Harry embarrassed, "I never had a Christmas tree before,"
"Oh?"
"I've never wanted one, but I thought it might be good this year because ... em "Harry gives Draco a look quite significant. Understanding cross
Draco's face and looks away, "I had not had a Christmas tree a long time"
"So I'm happy to have bought" Draco mutters
your answer, but Harry thinks they may have been "Thanks," Draco's chest rises and contracts with the deep breaths you take, then continues with a firm tone and correct that Harry has been accustomed, "You have small pieces of metal? And some pieces of string? "
" Sure, I use for my broom, but why - "
"Just go get them, okay?"
Harry nods and brings his workshop materials. Draco takes them and turns the pieces of metal in fairy lights and red bows on the strings.
Harry takes one of the ribbons and caresses the satin material with their fingers, "How did you know how to do that?"
"My mother taught me as a child," said Draco, levitating lights and ribbons to the tree.
Harry nods, not knowing what to say.
Once all the decorations are well distributed among the branches, Draco and Harry take a step back to admire the tree. Outside is dusk, and the lights warmly shining in the dark room.
"It's beautiful," said Harry quietly.
Draco Harry notes briefly before turning back toward the tree. "Yes it is" ~*~*~
As each year Harry spends Christmas at the Burrow. Laughs at the occurrences of the twins, enjoy the meal Molly - who secretly compared with that of Draco - and take a long walk with Ron and Hermione, in a tense reaching agreement on the need for the presence of Draco in Grimmauld Place.
When Harry takes a step out of the kitchen chimney, and biscuits made at home in one hand and citron in the other, your mind immediately turns to Draco, who spent the day alone. Harry thought for a moment take Draco to the Weasley house, but quickly dismissed the idea, deciding that would do more harm than good, well, Draco had said explicitly that he wanted no company today.
whereas the day almost over, Harry feels justified in seeking to Draco, not wanting to let him spend all Christmas Day alone, probably immersed in memories.
Harry finds Draco asleep on the sofa in the drawing room. Draco's legs are close to your body, one foot curled the other as his arms hanging on the edge of the pads. A sense of peace emanates from Draco, making Harry doubt whether awake or not, Draco will probably not want to spend all night on the couch.
Crouching next to him, Harry shook his shoulder lightly, "Draco, wake up"
"What -?" Draco blinks a little. Noting
books scattered on the coffee table, Harry said, "I would say you fell asleep reading?"
Draco sits down slowly, rubbing his eyes, "Oh yeah, I guess so, what time is it?"
"Shortly after ten," Harry sits on the couch, "Merry Christmas Draco Draco
gives a small smile," Merry Christmas "
" How was your day? "
Draco stretched his arms above his head and yawns," Busy "
Harry
definitely not stare at the pale skin that is revealed when Draco's shirt up a little, "That's good, I guess,"
"Yes, it is" Draco's arms return to their sides, "Very well, in fact, I've finally found a way to remove the Fidelius "
" Really? That's great! How ... I say what spell you use? "
Draco's eyes darkened," I'd rather not talk about it tonight if you do not mind, it is hard y. .. I'm tired "
Harry suspects that there are other reasons that Draco does not want to share their discoveries, but it does not matter now," Sure, we can talk tomorrow. Who wants to think about their work at Christmas, right? "
" And yet, I remember listening to you in your workshop early in the morning, "observes Draco, his voice is not remotely like it was before.
"Oh, I was finishing the broom that I gave to Ron, that counts as working"
"I like your gift to the weasel?"
Ignoring the insult to Ron, Harry replies, "Yes, well, it was dumb"
"Yeah, that's something rare," said Draco flatly.
"Maybe we should not talk more about Ron"
Draco nods, "A very wise proposal"
"How about a dessert? Molly insisted on cookies and cider to bring home "
With a smile, Draco replies," You know my opinion. Always - "
" There is room for dessert "Harry finished," I'll be back "
Back in the kitchen, Harry goes through his room to pick up the small package wrapped in green paper with silver ribbon that has been hiding in your closet since last week.
While eating, she tells Harry Draco about his day at the Burrow. Despite the fact that Draco says he does not like anyone you see in the stories of Harry, his smile faltering at first converted into laughter when they have finished with the bowl of biscuits. Perhaps Arthur homemade cider is responsible Draco smiling mood, or so she thinks Harry when leaning on the cushions feel pleasantly at home.
Draco sitting next to Harry with a sigh. Harry does not mind that Draco is sitting so close that their arms or rub together. In fact, you can not remember the last time I was so happy just to sit next to someone. It would be easy to let your eyes close and sleep, but Draco wants to give your gift before the end of the evening.
"Draco?"
The pale eyelashes trembling a few times before the gray eyes are focused on Harry, "Hmm?"
Looking under the couch, Harry takes the green package got there before. Fixing the bow, gave it to Draco, "Feliz Navidad" said Harry again. Draco
straightens up, embarrassed accepting the gift, "I ... I have nothing for you "Sounds pretty upset.
"Okay. Others have given me more than enough "
" Still. It is not polite to receive a gift and have nothing to offer, "Draco said while removing the bow of the green paper.
Harry is tempted to say something incredibly corny, like the fact that Draco's presence in your life is a gift in itself, but bites her lip just in time. -Cider must be stronger than Harry thought. Draco
removes the paper to reveal a simple silver frame. Holding in their hands, Harry sees a look insecure.
"I thought you would put the picture of your mom there," says Harry, with a sudden feeling of a lump in her breast.
"Harry ..." Draco whispered, his eyes looking at the frame. His hand trembles when he outlines the framework of a finger.
If he were Hermione, including Ron, Harry would not hesitate to embrace it, but not sure if Draco would accept. Instead, he puts his hand on Draco's arm. "You like?" Question, just say something.
"Yes. Thanks "Draco's voice breaks.
Harry can not see Draco's face from that angle, but breathing Harry tells more enough. Deciding to leave the caution for another time, puts his arm around Draco's shoulder, is surprised when Draco did not hesitate to accept the embrace.
"I did not bother you," whispers Harry.
Draco leaves the frame on the couch, "You did, just that ... that ... "
" I know, do not have to explain it completely
turning to Harry, Draco put his head under Harry's chin and put a hand on the chest of the dark.
Wrapping his other arm, Harry begins to caress the back of Draco up and down.
Part 2
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