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Potions of Different Intents

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Lucius Malfoy was a very ordered man. He liked his breakfast promptly at eight o'clock, the current copy of the Daily Prophet placed just so next to his plate. Appointments throughout his day were kept with absolute precision, both on his part and the part of other party. If not, well, it would be next to impossible for the offender to receive a second meeting with Lord Malfoy.

He was fond of everything being in its proper place, and events happening in their proper time. That being said, Lucius was growing extremely irritated with his only child. Draco was much closer to thirty than to twenty, and remained unmarried. By the time Lucius was thirty, Draco was only a few years away from attending Hogwarts!

He could admit to himself that he and Narcissa had been somewhat indulgent with Draco when he was a child. Still, he didn't think that he had been any more indulgent than his own father had been, and Lucius had been a proper son and gotten married, as well as providing an heir for the Malfoy line by the time he was twenty-six.

Draco had been 'dating' Pansy Parkinson off and on for more than a decade. It was becoming very tiresome to have to remind his son of his duty, especially since everything Lucius said seemed to be completely disregarded. He supposed he should be thankful that Miss Parkinson hadn't grown just as weary of Draco's lax attitude and shown him the door. After all, she wasn't getting any younger either.

This morning, as Lucius passed his son's laboratory – and how Draco had managed to talk him into allowing a potions lab in the Manor, Lucius was still a bit befuddled about – and paused. Casting a quick spell, he saw that Draco was indeed inside. He could have awakened early, and gotten a quick start on his brewing…or he could have been in there all night, and was about to finish up and go to bed.

With a sigh, Lucius continued down to the parlor where he habitually met his wife for breakfast. She was already sitting at the small table by the window, and Lucius took a moment to admire the beauty in the way the morning sunlight shone over her pale hair. Narcissa looked up and saw him, gracing him with a smile.

"Good morning, darling," she said, and tilted her cheek up for a kiss as he joined her.

He sat down across from her, reaching for the cup of tea that appeared in front of him, prepared exactly the way he preferred it, of course.

"Plans for the day, dearest?" Lucius asked, as he cut into his perfectly cooked eggs.

Narcissa preferred a lighter breakfast and usually just made do with toast and tea. She gently dabbed the corner of her mouth with her napkin before she replied.

"Andromeda and I have planned a shopping excursion to Paris. Don't expect me home before nightfall, darling," she said with a smile.

"I see. Do try to leave a little in my Gringott's account, won't you?" Lucius said teasingly.

"I'll make certain to leave you a galleon or two," she said.

"Mother, Father! Glorious morning to the both of you!"

Lucius barely suppressed a groan as he took in the sight of his son. Draco had obviously been working all night in his lab, as his hair was mussed, his clothes were rumpled, and there were actual stains of something – Lucius didn't dare speculate as to what – on his fingertips. Draco didn't seem to notice as he sat down and gleefully filled his plate with a pile of eggs and bacon.

Lucius struggled for patience. "Draco. Son. Don't you think bathing might have been a good idea before gracing us with your presence this morning?" There was definitely the aroma of potions fumes floating from the general vicinity of Draco's person. Not at all conducive to digesting one's breakfast, in Lucius' opinion.

"What? Oh, I s'pose I am a little messy, aren't I?"

"You s'pose?" Lucius asked, fearing that all the lessons on etiquette and breeding they'd strived to instill in their offspring had gone completely to waste.

"It's just that I'm so excited, you see. Been working on this potion for St. Mungo's that's been an absolute bear! Nearly tore my hair out a few times over it."

"I see that it has also caused you to forget how to speak properly."

"Lucius! Do try to have some compassion. Draco is obviously overtired. I, for one, am very proud of your potions genius, Dragon," Narcissa said, with an indulgent smile in her son's direction.

"I have compassion! Unfortunately, I have a nose as well, and it is certainly being overtaxed this morning."

"Lucius! Apparently Draco isn't the one who's forgotten his manners," Narcissa scolded. She scowled at him fiercely for a moment before turning her attention back to Draco, as her expression melted back into a mother's pride.

"What potion have you been working on, Dragon?"

"A fertility draught that's going to change the fortunes of witches who've been unable to conceive. Not to mention adding galleons to my personal fortune. Had a huge breakthrough last night and I think, no I know, I've finally got it!" Draco said, his tone exultant.

"That is hardly proper talk for the breakfast table!" Lucius protested.

"You don't seem to mind it when I use my galleons to help pay your war retributions, Father. My potions is where that money comes from."

Lucius hated being reminded of his poor life choices, but he hated even more that Draco was right. Without the additional funds from the potions he sold to St. Mungo's and others, they might have lost Malfoy Manor. Lucius was grudgingly grateful, although he was proud of his son's brilliance. He just didn't care for the idea that he had been unable to dig the family out of the mess he'd gotten them into on his own.

"It seems to me that having firmly established your potions business," and, oh, it was very hard to say that word without sneering, but Lucius managed, "it's past time for you to settle down with Miss Parkinson and get on with continuing the Malfoy name."

"Not this again," Draco groaned and rolled his eyes. "Father, you're so provincial! These are different times. Since Potter won the war, my generation has realized we can make our own rules. What's the big deal about heirs and continuing the family line? Boring! We have much better things to do with our lives!"

Lucius could do naught but splutter in disbelief at Draco's denouncing of such time-honored pureblood values. He knew that his son had been resistant to the idea of settling down, but he'd never been quite so scathingly disparaging before.

"I cannot believe this cavalier attitude! You have certain responsibilities to this family, and I will not condone such disrespect."

"And on that note, I must be going. Things to do today, Father, but I'll keep your enchanting threats in mind, of course," Draco said airily, before throwing his napkin onto the table and striding out of the room as though he didn't have a care in the world.

"This is intolerable, absolutely intolerable! Surely you agree, Narcissa?"

"I do, darling, and if you want it to continue being intolerable, keep pushing your son until you push him right out of our lives."

"What?" Lucius asked.

"As much as I wish for a grandchild, and I do, darling, don't mistake that, constantly nagging him is only going to make him dig his heels in deeper and continue to live his life in the way he wants."

"But if we don't push, he's never going to fall into line! And I wouldn't call it nagging."

"Lucius, you're far worse than your own mother ever was. Do you know she had an assortment of baby rattles waiting in our rooms when we returned from our honeymoon?"

"I don't see anything wrong with that."

Narcissa closed her eyes for a moment and Lucius swore it looked like she was counting to ten. When she opened them again, she gave her husband an intense glare.

"I am simply saying that the Malfoys are very fortunate to have survived the war. We all three are healthy, we still have our home, and our child is engaged in a profession that he not only loves, but one in which he is supremely successful. Be grateful for what we have and stop pushing him for more than he's willing to give right now. He may yet change his mind, but it won't happen with your nagging."

Lucius refused to grace that ridiculous assertion with a reply and harrumphed in disgust as he pointedly turned his attention back to his breakfast. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see his wife roll her eyes, not too unlike the way her son had earlier, and proceed to sip her tea as if she hadn't just abandoned her husband.

It was now painfully obvious that Lucius was going to have to deal with this matter himself. There had to be some way to make Draco realize that he had to live up to his responsibility without antagonizing either his son or his wife. Of course, they would have no reason to be upset with Lucius if they never found out.

He grimaced to himself as he caught the odor of potions still lingering in the air. It really did quite put him off his food. His frown deepened as Draco's careless words still rang in his ears. Really, such a topic while they were dining! Completely inappropriate!

The idea, when it struck him, was so perfect in its simplicity, that Lucius had to restrain himself from laughing aloud.

So, his son was working on fertility potions, was he?

~*~*~*~*~

Draco breezed into Pansy's townhouse, bussing her cheek with a kiss as he continued into her sitting room. He and Pansy had always been close back at Hogwarts, and had become even more so since the end of the war. Both of her parents had been killed, and the Malfoys had taken her under their wing, especially given her and Draco's special relationship.

"You're quite cheerful this morning. What's the occasion?" Pansy asked, as they settled into her very comfortable sofa.

"Marvelous breakthrough with the potion last night. It finally hit me that if I replaced-"

"Darling, you know I love you, but I will certainly not listen to you wax poetic on your little concoctions."

"Concoctions! I'll have you know I am brilliant! Absolutely brilliant, my dear Pans."

"Yes, yes, fine," Pansy said, waving a hand at his ebullience. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I hope you weren't planning on a long visit this morning. I have an appointment for brunch at eleven."

"Really? So anxious to get rid of me, then? Is it someone important?" Draco gasped and covered his mouth with one hand as his eyes widened. "Is it…a man? Should I be jealous?"

Pansy whacked him with her copy of the Prophet. "Stop being an ass."

Draco laughed as she smoothed her newspaper and laid it back down on the table in front of the sofa.

"If you must know, however, yes, it is a man."

Draco stopped laughing and looked at her more closely. Was she blushing? Merlin, she actually was!

"You're serious then? You've never brought a date into your home before."

"This one is special. We've sort of been seeing each other for about three months, but it's only in the last couple of weeks that things have, um, intensified."

"How intense are we talking, Pans?" He wasn't worried, really he wasn't, but this could make things rather…difficult for him. Not that he begrudged Pansy her happiness, but he did regret her timing. Draco was not quite to the point where he was ready to confess all to his father.

"It's serious. He's mentioned the ‘M’ word," she said, biting her lip as she watched Draco carefully.

"Fuck, Pansy! That's beyond serious!" Draco sighed and raked a hand through his hair, silently pondering options of what he could do to make this not quite so disastrous.

"He hasn't actually asked, you understand, but he's said a few things about the future and he's started mentioning his mum and dad's marriage in a very admiring tone. And well, he's the last of his siblings unmarried, so I think he's feeling the pressure from his mother."

"Wait, siblings? How many…oh, good Lord, Pansy, please tell me you're not seeing the Weasel!"

"I could say that, but then I would be lying," Pansy stated with a delicate sniff and a toss of her head.

"Why?" was all that Draco could manage at that point.

"Constant proximity, for one thing! Since our best friends are in love with one another, we got thrown together quite a bit. We started talking, one thing led to another, and…well, here we are."

Draco groaned and buried his face in his hands. He looked up at her as he felt her hand gently caress the back of his head.

"Darling, you know I adore being your beard, but I've told you before that it can only last so long. While I love you dearly, I'm not going to put aside my own happiness for you. Ron is very important to me, and what we've found is just as special as your own love affair."

"Merlin, Pans, I would never think of asking you to give up someone you love, even if it is Weasley, ouch!" He glared playfully as she smacked him again. "It's just that Father brought up the heir business again this morning. I really don't have a clue how to tell him that it's never going to happen because his only son is gay!"

"I think you just need to let him catch you and lover boy in flagrante delicto. That would cure him of lecturing you for a while."

"And probably give him a heart attack. I don't want to kill him, I just want him off my back about marrying and settling down."

"That's the solution then. You should just get married!" Pansy said excitedly.

"Have you not been listening? I am gay, remember?"

"Oh, darling, if anyone knows that, it's me! I was there when you figured it out, if you recall," she said, with a sardonic arch of her brow.

Draco flushed a little in remembered embarrassment. "You said you were going to stop mentioning that horrific incident," he muttered.

"And you believed me? Clearly you have been spending too much time around lover boy."

"He has a name, you know."

"Yes, I do know, but I keep trying to forget with whom it is exactly that you're dallying. But what I meant was, marry him. That would shut your father up, I'm sure."

"Yes, it would shut him up by sending him to an early grave from the aforementioned heart attack!"

"Oh, stop shouting. You're such a drama queen when it comes to this, Draco. Your parents love you. They are not going to disown you when they find out you're gay."

"You don't know that for sure. Besides, if the news of my sexual orientation doesn't do it, the identity of my lover most certainly will," Draco said, sitting back on the couch with a little huff of pique.

Pansy gave a long-suffering sigh and glanced up at the clock on her mantel. "Look, I know this isn't what you were expecting to hear this morning, and I promise you we'll sort it all out later, but right now, you've got to go. My guest will be here shortly and I don't fancy hearing the two of you snipe at each other as you do."

"Ew, must you remind me that you've stooped so low as to see a Weasley?" Draco sneered as he rose to his feet.

Pansy just snorted in derision. "Pot, kettle, my dearest friend," she said, gesturing impatiently towards her Floo.

Draco stepped over to her fireplace and took up a handful of Floo powder, called out his destination, and stepped into the flames. Turning as he disappeared, Draco made sure Pansy saw the rude gesture he made. He hoped whatever that was that she threw at him burned up in her fireplace.

He was still snickering as he stepped out into the quiet of a still living room. Draco took a deep breath, as he felt the care and worry of the morning fall away from him. Just being in this house, knowing that his lover was waiting for him, was enough to soothe Draco's heart. He knew it was soppy and unworthy of being a Slytherin, but he figured as long as nobody else but him knew, then it was all right.

The downstairs was plainly unoccupied, so Draco headed towards the stairs, certain that his lover would still be in bed on this weekend morning. He slipped into the bedroom and paused a moment as he took in the sight before him. All he could see was a mop of messy black hair, as Harry tended to worm his way down into the covers as though he was burrowing for warmth. He only did that when he was sleeping alone, though. Whenever Draco was lucky enough to spend an entire night here, Harry would end up draped all over him by the morning.

He slipped off his shoes and socks and crawled carefully onto the bed, lying down so that his mouth was right beside Harry's ear. Giving it a lick with his tongue, Draco was delighted at the slight shudder that went through the sleeping man's body.

"Harry…" he whispered into his lover's ear.

A muffled grunt was his only answer. Harry was notoriously difficult to wake sometimes. Out in the field as an Auror was a completely different story, or so Draco had heard from Weasley numerous times. Ron claimed that his partner could go from a sound sleep to instantly awake and alert in a blink. When he was safe and sound in his own bed, however, Harry clung to sleep like a whinging child to its mother's waist.

"Harryyyy…" Draco crooned again, a bit louder. This time, he got what sounded suspiciously like a growl. Draco grinned at the image that popped into his head, that of a wily snake provoking a sleeping lion.

"Come on, Harry, time to wake," Draco said, louder still. He was beginning to get impatient. They had so little time to be together as it was, Draco certainly didn't want to waste any of it sleeping! Not when they could be doing other, far more interesting, things.

Harry twisted away from him, squirming deeper into the covers as he muttered, "G'way, y'prat."

Well, now Draco was just irritated. Time to stop playing around. "Potter! Wake up, you've overslept and now you're late for work!"

Being late was Harry's current worry, as tardiness was one of Minister Shacklebolt's greatest pet peeves. Potter's was one of the names being tossed around – well, the only name, really – for the next Head Auror, and he was anxious to make a good impression on his superiors by showing them how responsible he was. It was all bollocks, in Draco's opinion. Harry didn't seem to realize he could show up to work starkers, and they'd still give him the position. That might even make it happen a little sooner, not that Draco was okay with anyone else ogling his boyfriend, not at all.

Harry's head finally popped out of the covers as he glared at Draco. He wiggled his upper body out of the covers and sat up.

"Honestly, that worked one time! I know when it's the weekend, y'know!"

"Good thing you do, and I can't believe you want to sleep when I could be already buried deep in your arse," Draco said as he leaned in close to Harry and gently rubbed his cheek against his lover's, flicking his tongue lightly to Harry's jaw.

When he pulled back to look at Harry, there was a definite flare of desire sparking in those green eyes, but Harry was nothing if he wasn't stubborn.

"Maybe I'm not in the mood for that this morning."

"Oh, well, I suppose I could go then-" Draco said and started to turn and roll off the bed. Harry caught his arm, stopping him from moving.

"Maybe you should try to convince me," he suggested with a smirk that he'd stolen straight from Draco.

"I can definitely do that," Draco whispered as he leaned back in to kiss Harry. He teased Harry's mouth with his lips and tongue, tasting delicately until Harry finally opened to let Draco in.

It was very convenient that Harry slept in only boxers, so Draco let one hand drift over his lover's chest, tweaking one nipple gently, then a bit harder as Harry moaned in appreciation. Harry's nipples were particularly sensitive and Draco adored playing with them and listening to Harry lose it.

Their kiss became more passionate and sloppy as Draco leaned forward, easing Harry back onto the pillows so that he could cover him with his body. Draco paused a moment to impatiently rip the covers completely away from them, then shifted until he was lying on top of Harry, their growing erections pressed against each other. He loved hearing Harry's sighs, gasps, and moans as their hips rocked together. Harry was the most vocal lover Draco had ever had, and he'd never before realized how much those sounds could turn him on.

Draco slid down a bit so he could lick and nip at Harry's nipples and really make him moan. Harry's hands flew up, pressing against the back of Draco's head, as his body arched up into Draco's mouth. After a few moments of torturing Harry this way, Draco raised back up to kiss his lips again.

"Do you know what I want now?" he asked.

Harry looked up at him in a daze, his eyes glazed with want. "What?"

"I want to be in your mouth," Draco whispered. "I want to feel your throat around my cock. Can I, Harry? Can I do that?"

"Yes, yes. I want that, too," Harry said breathlessly, and his hands starting pulling at Draco's arms, as if he could pull him to where he wanted him right then. Draco chuckled at Harry's eagerness as he lifted up, sitting on his knees over his lover. He made short work of pulling his shirt off, tossing it carelessly to the floor, and then yanked his flies open, shoving his trousers down just far enough so that his cock was free.

Harry didn't waste a moment, surging up onto his elbows and immediately taking Draco into his mouth. Draco gasped and almost lost his balance as he fell forward, catching himself with both hands on the headboard before he choked Harry. The bastard just grinned, mouth still full of cock, as he could now lay back more comfortably on the pillows, and use his hands to tease Draco's balls and grab his arse. Harry's tongue was a wonder and Draco groaned as he let his head fall forward, his hips thrusting gently as he watched himself move back and forth into Harry's mouth.

Draco dropped one hand from the headboard and curved it around Harry's cheek, loving that he could feel his cock moving into Harry. The Auror's eyes fairly shone with pride and pleasure and then Harry began to hum around Draco's cock, taking him as deep as he could into his throat.

Draco moaned, throwing his head backwards as ecstasy shot deep into his groin. Every time he thought of being with Harry, every time he dreamed of the two of them together, Draco thought he remembered how amazing it was. And every time, the real thing caused those dreams and memories to pale into insignificance.

"Oh, fuck, Harry!" Draco gasped, then moaned again as he could feel Harry's humming happily increase. He knew Harry loved it when he managed to get Draco to lose a bit of control.

"Enough, enough," Draco said as he reluctantly pulled back, out of Harry's mouth. He ignored the whine of protest from Harry as he continued, "I need to be in you. Now!"

"Mmm, yeah, I want that, too. Get these off," Harry said, pushing at Draco's trousers.

Draco nearly hopped off the bed and quickly stripped off his trousers and pants. By the time he crawled back onto the bed, Harry had already discarded his boxers, and was watching him with a fevered gleam in his eyes as he slowly fisted his cock.

"Stop that, you know that's mine," Draco said, grinning as he pushed Harry's hand away and leaned down to twirl his tongue quickly around the head of Harry's cock. Harry groaned and tried to push further into Draco's mouth, but Draco lifted up and grabbed Harry by the hips, pulling him into the position he needed.

He quickly muttered the spells to prepare his lover, ignoring Harry's questioning look. It was unusual for him not to take the time to manually stretch and lube Harry as there was nothing Draco loved more than having his hands on and in his partner. It was also a bit unusual for Draco to be using wandless magic in their bedroom. Both he and Harry were capable of it to some degree, but they tended to leave it more for their careers than for their lovemaking.

Draco really couldn't explain his sudden sense of urgency, except that the conversation with Pansy was still in the back of his mind, and some tiny little part of him feared that losing her as a cover also meant the possibility of losing Harry. He was Harry Potter, after all, and he could have anyone he wanted. Surely the fallout once their relationship was found out – especially by Lucius – would be more than Harry wanted to deal with.

He growled in frustration, eager to be inside Harry, and pushed those dreary thoughts aside for the moment. Harry gasped and shivered as Draco slid into him, his head falling backwards, eyelids fluttering in his pleasurable state. Draco loved that moment, where he and Harry were first fully joined together, as close as two human beings could be. He leaned forward, kissing Harry's exposed throat, and then moving his mouth up to kiss Harry properly as his lover's head came back up towards him.

Harry grasped Draco's head with both hands, deepening the kiss. Draco's hips moved slowly and shallowly, their energy consumed with the meeting of their lips for the time being. They were both gasping for breath by the time they pulled apart. Draco rested his forehead against Harry's, and when he opened his eyes, he was a little surprised to see a look of concern on his lover's face.

"What is it?" Harry whispered.

How very like Harry to know instinctively that something was on Draco's mind. He smiled down at Harry, feeling as though his heart was literally swelling with love for this man. He knew then that he wanted nothing in the world – not his father, not their work, not even the Wizarding World itself – to ever come between the two of them.

"Nothing," he whispered back. Then he felt the need to clarify, as Harry was obviously not an idiot. "We can talk about it later. Right now, I just need to love you."

Harry grinned up at him and said, “Well, I certainly don’t have a problem with you doing that.”

Just to get that annoying smirk off his face, Draco drove his hips hard forward, and was pleased when Harry’s eyes fell closed and he called out Draco’s name in surprise. He thrust a couple of more times, before sitting up so that he could grab Harry’s legs behind the knees and push them upwards. He loved fucking Harry that way because not only could he could go deeper, it also had the bonus of being able to see the lovely visual of his cock sinking as far into Harry as it could go.

Harry was screaming at him now, begging Draco for more, harder, deeper, faster. Draco was more than happy to oblige and did his damnedest to fuck Harry right through the mattress. It wasn’t long before he felt his orgasm about to overtake him. Sometimes he and Harry would make love for hours before either of them reached climax, but other times, they couldn’t seem to hold back and came quicker than two randy teenagers.

A quick glance down told him that Harry was on the verge as well, and Draco wrapped a hand around Harry’s cock to help him along. He must not have needed much help, because it took only a couple of strokes and Harry's come was spurting through Draco's hand. Harry tightening around him in climax was just enough to send Draco over the edge, and he plunged forward one last time, as deep as he could.

"Fuck, Harry!!" he cried out as his cock pulsed deep within his lover's body. The waves of pleasure were enough to make him dizzy for a moment, before he let Harry lower his legs and collapsed gently down on top of him.

They lay quietly for a moment, before Draco heard Harry chuckle.

"I think you took care of that quite nicely," he said.

Draco was confused as to what he meant, until he remembered his words as he'd reached his peak. He punched Harry weakly in the shoulder. "Shut up, you prat. I was clearly overcome with ecstasy."

"Clearly," Harry said, still laughing softly.

Draco sighed happily as they fell silent, enjoying the intimacy and physical closeness of their bodies as they basked in the afterglow. He should have known that Harry wouldn't let his earlier moodiness go.

"Ready to talk about what's bothering you now?"

With a groan, Draco rolled off Harry to lie on his back beside him. He muttered a quick 'thanks' as Harry murmured a cleaning spell for the both of them.

"Would you believe me if I said it was nothing?"

"No," Harry scoffed. "I've known you for nearly twenty years, rather intimately for the last two. I know when something's on your mind."

"Okay, I suppose you have a point there." He told Harry of his conversation with Pansy and his worries that this might cause trouble for the two of them.

"Pansy and Ron? Wow, I never would have seen that one coming."

"Harry, would you please focus! The issue here is now my father is going to know that Pansy and I weren't a real couple and he's going to want to know why I was lying to him, and inevitably, it's going to come out that I'm gay and I'm fucking Harry Potter!" Draco said, his voice rising to near panic by the end of his sentence.

"Hey!" Harry said as he turned to face Draco fully, cupping his hands around Draco's face. "The real issue here is that I love you. And nothing in this world is ever going to make me leave you. Ever. Do you understand that? You're stuck with me for eternity," he said, his words fierce and determined-sounding to Draco's ears.

"Do you promise?" Draco asked in a whisper. While part of him was appalled at the insecurity rampantly evident in his plea, a much larger part needed to hear Harry's answer.

Harry's smile was as beautiful as the man himself. "I promise. Forever, Draco."

Draco surged towards Harry, wrapping him in his arms and kissing him soundly for quite some time. Several minutes later, when they'd both nearly run out of air, they lay staring dreamily into each other's eyes. With anyone other than Harry, Draco would have scorned that notion as romantic balderdash, but Harry Potter seemed to bring out the sap in him.

"How did you know that's the part that was really worrying me?"

"What, the chance of me leaving you?"

Draco nodded, not wanting to admit that even just the words said aloud made a tingle of fear run through his belly. Harry smiled at him knowingly.

"Lucius Malfoy is never going to be my favorite person, just as I'm never going to be his. But I know that he loves his son. I saw that at the final battle, and I've seen it many times since. Deep down, you know he's not going to abandon you, so I knew the thing that was bothering you was that you thought I might."

Draco hugged Harry close to him again. "I'm not worried about it anymore, because you promised, and the entire Wizarding World knows that Harry Potter keeps his promises."

"Too right! And I'm going to need you more than ever now, because while your father might not ever hurt you, he's definitely going to try and kill me!"

"Bah, as if I'd let him," Draco said, snuggling ever closer to Harry.

"Exactly. I'll need you to protect me," Harry said, and Draco could almost feel his grin.

"I won't even need to do it myself," he said smugly.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"I'll just set my mum on him. Really, don't you know she's the one who's actually in charge?"