[Fic:] To meet you again 8
Dec. 8th, 2016 10:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smirkingcatTitle: To meet you again 8/25
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
smirkingcat
Word Count:1.574
Rating: PG-13 (i'm not sure if it needs higher rating please let me know)
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
slythindor100's eights prompt: 
Warning: unbetaed, full on angst
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.
Author's Notes: Find Part 1 here.
Facing the past, maybe for the last time.
To meet you again 8
Harry followed the crushed stone road slowly, trying to take his surroundings in. The Malfoy grounds were as well kept as ever, and while he could not see the part, which was in bloom all year round, even the winter was beautiful so far outside of the city. And oddly enough he felt like homecoming.
It hadn't been always that way, the first year he point blank refused to walk on the grounds and had apparated straight home every day, but through the seasons and the changes it invoked over the grounds, and the time he had spent there with Draco he had come to enjoy these grounds, the beautiful sights and secrets within.
Harry stopped as he had left the long slow turn behind, the impressive manor house now in full view. Some windows were illuminated and Harry tried to maybe see Narcissa walking around. He hadn't spoken to the women in the last three months at least. Losing Draco had stained their relationship too much. He knew she deserved better than just being forgotten, while taking care of her own mentally ill husband. They would have so much to talk about, to share, but he knew it would never happen. Harry couldn't stand her husband and his Draco would always be her son to her. He ruffled through his own hair, he would have to talk to her too, if he intended to really bring Draco here. A frustrated groan escaped him, as he turned away from the manor to step on the cobblestone way on his left, that led to the small cottage, next to the lake.
As he opened the door the lights came on and a fire sprung alive in the fireplace.
He gulped. The elves clearly still cleaned the place, because no dust was to be found, yet the chaos he and Draco had left behind was still there: His working uniform was on the floor next to the coat rack, Draco's winter boots, which needed heavy maintenance were still standing next to the door. The further he stepped the further was he remembering the haste, the fright he had felt when he first had gotten the floo call that Draco had been brought to St Mungos with heavy curse-damage: the dishes in the sink, Draco's notes of all the people threatening him or his family all over the table, next to the evenings Prophet he never read with Draco's image on the front page. He left the kitchen to go down the hall, not daring to look on the wall and the pictures they had hung there. In front of the bedroom door he came to a halt. Like on the day he got his flat in London he could not enter, be immersed in Draco's odour. No one ever smelt like Draco, and Draco was a fascinating person when it came to smell: He tasted bitter when in anger, hallow when sad but the one he really liked was the one that clung to this room, when Draco was aroused. And Draco could find sex in every situation.
"It's a Malfoy trait, comes with the good looking. It also means we know the best moments to have sex, and so far you never complained."
Oh no, he never complained, not when Draco took him against the wall in agonizing slow movements, not with Draco coming home, pulling him from the sofa only to push him on the bed, and then ride him hard and fast.
Tears where stinging in Harry's eyes. It wasn't just the sex, it was the touch too. Harry never had been a very tactile person himself, growing up with the Dursleys had ensured that, but Draco had changed that from the very beginning. He was always sitting too close, and when he wanted Harry's attention he would touch him. And then there were the kisses, the baths taken together, "because we can, Potter, what more reason do you need?
And the laughter when they were playing cards, cooking together, reading books, or just talking about weird thoughts. Not one day did go by without them find something to laugh about.
Sure there were nightmares, and prejudices, and frustrations at work, but after they vented they would find a way to laugh, even if it was Harry "being stupid to brighten my mood again? I appreciate it, no one does it better than you"
No, no he could not take this young Draco here, he could not even open the door because of the fear of what might be behind of it.
What if the smell was gone?
What if it was still there?
"I want you back, Draco. I need you back, I need you so much," he whispered, his head against the door, as he slowly sunk to the floor. He had not lied to Blaise, he couldn't take it anymore. His heart was breaking just being around a Draco who didn't remember them, their time, their love.
But then he remembered what Charlie had said. Would it really help?
"Tell me, should I really let you go? Is it true, that you are gone forever? What do I do, I'm so lost without you. Why do I always have to accept these things?"
"Really Potter, if you don't like the situation you are in, then you have to acquire the power to change it. If you don't want to be their fucking hero then stop pretending. You fought the bloody war, now if you want to be a carpenter be a carpenter. I mean look at this, you are amazing at it."
That was Draco's way. And more often than not Draco lent Harry the power to change the situations he found himself in.
But not this time, this time Draco needed Harry to be the one to take care of him...
"Master Harry, you is needing breakfast?"
"Limmy," Harry slowly opened his eyes, looking around. "Where-"
"Master Harry is been asleep on the floor. Limmy is being worried. Why is Master Harry not going to bed?" the small houseelf asked.
"I- I was in thought, and tired," he said helplessly, still feeling the tear tracks on his cheeks.
"Limmy is bringing you breakfast," the elf decided before she was gone again.
Harry's body was one big ache. But he had managed to fall asleep here. So okay, not in the bedroom, but he could close that off, and ward it. He could turn the study into his bedroom and have Draco live in their guestroom. And later on he would talk with Narcissa about toys Draco had liked. He could do this, for this Draco. For this Draco who needs him now.
Loneliness was nothing, he had learned to live with loneliness before he could spell the word.
This was nothing, and it was for Draco, for the man Draco once had been, Harry would take care of the child Draco now was.
Harry slowly got up and let his gaze once move across all the pictures, not taking them in, but noting that they are there: the first kiss the Prophet had published, Draco's auror graduation ceremony, both of them smiling at the camera in Madrid, both of them flying, them at a party talking with different people, still holding hands, Draco with Charlie, Harry with Blaise, Blaise, Nott, Neville with Draco in traditional wizarding robes. Harry with the Weasleys, Ron and Draco scowling at each other, Pansy, Ginny and Hermione whispering together until Harry and Blaise hex their hair pink (a colour only Pansy wore well), birthdays, Christmases, occasions, weddings, friends coming and going, eight years worth of a life together.
It had been a good life.
It was over now.
He was thirty and he would take care of a seven year old boy, that felt strange in his own body, and who fought with his magic and curses raging through said body.
He would not however be the one to take the pictures down! That and entering the bedroom was asking too much of him.
"Limmy is having the breakfast ready," Limmy said from the kitchen, and Harry could already smell the lovely Christmas cookies.
"Mipsy is already baking?" Harry asked and went to the kitchen.
Limmy nodded.
"Could you please take all these pictures down and put them into the bedroom? And then make the guestroom welcoming for a seven year old? Oh, and please prepare a bed in the study for me? Can you do that?" Harry asked in a quiet voice.
He hadn't taken care of Limmy for three years now, he rather felt bad for her.
"Is Master Harry coming back?" Limmy's eyes sparkled.
"Yes, and so is Master Draco. But Limmy Master Draco is now a child, in the beginning you will ask me before you do anything he asks of you, understand?" Harry admonished.
"Limmy is understanding. Mistress Narcissa has being explaining it to Limmy, how Master Draco is sick, and Master Harry has been staying with him. Limmy knows. Master Draco will look like Master Draco, but will not be like Master Draco," Limmy nodded.
"Before you start, can you please ask Mrs Narcissa if she would have a moment for me before Elevenses?" Harry requested politely before he sat down at the table.
"And please let Mipsy know that her cookies are as fantastic as ever," he said as he stared at the cookies in front of him.
"Certainly Master Harry," Limmy says and vanishes without a noise.
Now that his mind is made up, all Harry has to do is to strengthen his heart. He can do this!
For Draco.
Part 9
Author:
smirkingcatWord Count:1.574
Rating: PG-13 (i'm not sure if it needs higher rating please let me know)
Prompt:
slythindor100's eights prompt: 
Warning: unbetaed, full on angst
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.
Author's Notes: Find Part 1 here.
Facing the past, maybe for the last time.
To meet you again 8
Harry followed the crushed stone road slowly, trying to take his surroundings in. The Malfoy grounds were as well kept as ever, and while he could not see the part, which was in bloom all year round, even the winter was beautiful so far outside of the city. And oddly enough he felt like homecoming.
It hadn't been always that way, the first year he point blank refused to walk on the grounds and had apparated straight home every day, but through the seasons and the changes it invoked over the grounds, and the time he had spent there with Draco he had come to enjoy these grounds, the beautiful sights and secrets within.
Harry stopped as he had left the long slow turn behind, the impressive manor house now in full view. Some windows were illuminated and Harry tried to maybe see Narcissa walking around. He hadn't spoken to the women in the last three months at least. Losing Draco had stained their relationship too much. He knew she deserved better than just being forgotten, while taking care of her own mentally ill husband. They would have so much to talk about, to share, but he knew it would never happen. Harry couldn't stand her husband and his Draco would always be her son to her. He ruffled through his own hair, he would have to talk to her too, if he intended to really bring Draco here. A frustrated groan escaped him, as he turned away from the manor to step on the cobblestone way on his left, that led to the small cottage, next to the lake.
As he opened the door the lights came on and a fire sprung alive in the fireplace.
He gulped. The elves clearly still cleaned the place, because no dust was to be found, yet the chaos he and Draco had left behind was still there: His working uniform was on the floor next to the coat rack, Draco's winter boots, which needed heavy maintenance were still standing next to the door. The further he stepped the further was he remembering the haste, the fright he had felt when he first had gotten the floo call that Draco had been brought to St Mungos with heavy curse-damage: the dishes in the sink, Draco's notes of all the people threatening him or his family all over the table, next to the evenings Prophet he never read with Draco's image on the front page. He left the kitchen to go down the hall, not daring to look on the wall and the pictures they had hung there. In front of the bedroom door he came to a halt. Like on the day he got his flat in London he could not enter, be immersed in Draco's odour. No one ever smelt like Draco, and Draco was a fascinating person when it came to smell: He tasted bitter when in anger, hallow when sad but the one he really liked was the one that clung to this room, when Draco was aroused. And Draco could find sex in every situation.
"It's a Malfoy trait, comes with the good looking. It also means we know the best moments to have sex, and so far you never complained."
Oh no, he never complained, not when Draco took him against the wall in agonizing slow movements, not with Draco coming home, pulling him from the sofa only to push him on the bed, and then ride him hard and fast.
Tears where stinging in Harry's eyes. It wasn't just the sex, it was the touch too. Harry never had been a very tactile person himself, growing up with the Dursleys had ensured that, but Draco had changed that from the very beginning. He was always sitting too close, and when he wanted Harry's attention he would touch him. And then there were the kisses, the baths taken together, "because we can, Potter, what more reason do you need?
And the laughter when they were playing cards, cooking together, reading books, or just talking about weird thoughts. Not one day did go by without them find something to laugh about.
Sure there were nightmares, and prejudices, and frustrations at work, but after they vented they would find a way to laugh, even if it was Harry "being stupid to brighten my mood again? I appreciate it, no one does it better than you"
No, no he could not take this young Draco here, he could not even open the door because of the fear of what might be behind of it.
What if the smell was gone?
What if it was still there?
"I want you back, Draco. I need you back, I need you so much," he whispered, his head against the door, as he slowly sunk to the floor. He had not lied to Blaise, he couldn't take it anymore. His heart was breaking just being around a Draco who didn't remember them, their time, their love.
But then he remembered what Charlie had said. Would it really help?
"Tell me, should I really let you go? Is it true, that you are gone forever? What do I do, I'm so lost without you. Why do I always have to accept these things?"
"Really Potter, if you don't like the situation you are in, then you have to acquire the power to change it. If you don't want to be their fucking hero then stop pretending. You fought the bloody war, now if you want to be a carpenter be a carpenter. I mean look at this, you are amazing at it."
That was Draco's way. And more often than not Draco lent Harry the power to change the situations he found himself in.
But not this time, this time Draco needed Harry to be the one to take care of him...
"Master Harry, you is needing breakfast?"
"Limmy," Harry slowly opened his eyes, looking around. "Where-"
"Master Harry is been asleep on the floor. Limmy is being worried. Why is Master Harry not going to bed?" the small houseelf asked.
"I- I was in thought, and tired," he said helplessly, still feeling the tear tracks on his cheeks.
"Limmy is bringing you breakfast," the elf decided before she was gone again.
Harry's body was one big ache. But he had managed to fall asleep here. So okay, not in the bedroom, but he could close that off, and ward it. He could turn the study into his bedroom and have Draco live in their guestroom. And later on he would talk with Narcissa about toys Draco had liked. He could do this, for this Draco. For this Draco who needs him now.
Loneliness was nothing, he had learned to live with loneliness before he could spell the word.
This was nothing, and it was for Draco, for the man Draco once had been, Harry would take care of the child Draco now was.
Harry slowly got up and let his gaze once move across all the pictures, not taking them in, but noting that they are there: the first kiss the Prophet had published, Draco's auror graduation ceremony, both of them smiling at the camera in Madrid, both of them flying, them at a party talking with different people, still holding hands, Draco with Charlie, Harry with Blaise, Blaise, Nott, Neville with Draco in traditional wizarding robes. Harry with the Weasleys, Ron and Draco scowling at each other, Pansy, Ginny and Hermione whispering together until Harry and Blaise hex their hair pink (a colour only Pansy wore well), birthdays, Christmases, occasions, weddings, friends coming and going, eight years worth of a life together.
It had been a good life.
It was over now.
He was thirty and he would take care of a seven year old boy, that felt strange in his own body, and who fought with his magic and curses raging through said body.
He would not however be the one to take the pictures down! That and entering the bedroom was asking too much of him.
"Limmy is having the breakfast ready," Limmy said from the kitchen, and Harry could already smell the lovely Christmas cookies.
"Mipsy is already baking?" Harry asked and went to the kitchen.
Limmy nodded.
"Could you please take all these pictures down and put them into the bedroom? And then make the guestroom welcoming for a seven year old? Oh, and please prepare a bed in the study for me? Can you do that?" Harry asked in a quiet voice.
He hadn't taken care of Limmy for three years now, he rather felt bad for her.
"Is Master Harry coming back?" Limmy's eyes sparkled.
"Yes, and so is Master Draco. But Limmy Master Draco is now a child, in the beginning you will ask me before you do anything he asks of you, understand?" Harry admonished.
"Limmy is understanding. Mistress Narcissa has being explaining it to Limmy, how Master Draco is sick, and Master Harry has been staying with him. Limmy knows. Master Draco will look like Master Draco, but will not be like Master Draco," Limmy nodded.
"Before you start, can you please ask Mrs Narcissa if she would have a moment for me before Elevenses?" Harry requested politely before he sat down at the table.
"And please let Mipsy know that her cookies are as fantastic as ever," he said as he stared at the cookies in front of him.
"Certainly Master Harry," Limmy says and vanishes without a noise.
Now that his mind is made up, all Harry has to do is to strengthen his heart. He can do this!
For Draco.
Part 9
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Date: 2016-12-08 10:07 pm (UTC)And I loved this: the baths taken together, "because we can, Potter, what more reason do you need? <33333
(no subject)
Date: 2016-12-08 10:14 pm (UTC)thank you so much for this compliment!
and the read and comment - obviously!
and just wow!
thanks for letting my story touch your heart this much
and yay for liking draco's voice!
(no subject)
Date: 2016-12-08 11:09 pm (UTC)He can be brave, though. He's Harry.
♥
(no subject)
Date: 2016-12-09 07:47 am (UTC)and thanks for reading and commenting!
of course he will get through- he is harry potter! (and i demand happy endings, even from myself ;))
(no subject)
Date: 2016-12-08 11:16 pm (UTC)I loved this: the baths taken together, "because we can, Potter, what more reason do you need?
Beautiful
(no subject)
Date: 2016-12-09 07:48 am (UTC)thank you so much for the high praise and for reading and commenting!
and yes apparently i did good with the line i just threw in - so glad that it works so well for you!!!
<3
(no subject)
Date: 2016-12-08 11:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2016-12-09 07:49 am (UTC)but yes i worry a bit for harry too
*hugs harry*
thanks so much for commenting dear <3
(no subject)
Date: 2016-12-08 11:30 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2016-12-09 07:51 am (UTC)and we will have to wait and see how it will go down, it will make for interesting chapters ahead
(no subject)
Date: 2016-12-08 11:38 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2016-12-09 07:53 am (UTC)and yes angst is a wonderful thing!
thanks so much for commenting and reading and liking it this much!
(no subject)
Date: 2016-12-09 04:20 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2016-12-09 07:53 am (UTC)1/3 there i promise!
(no subject)
Date: 2016-12-09 06:21 am (UTC)...for heaven's sake, I just want to hug Harry and tell him that everything's going to be okay.
I really hope the familiar surroundings help Draco fight the urses.
<3 <3
(no subject)
Date: 2016-12-09 07:54 am (UTC)*is very pleased with comment now*
thanks so much for reading _and_ commenting
and for letting my story touch you this much!
<3
(no subject)
Date: 2016-12-09 10:11 am (UTC)Auror!Draco always conjures nice images, but... *sigh* I really hope being home helps him!
Brilliant chapter again! :)
(no subject)
Date: 2016-12-10 08:26 am (UTC)and harry sure likes all the hugs he gets at the moment
<3
thanks for the compliment dear
and of course for the read!
(no subject)
Date: 2016-12-09 05:31 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2016-12-10 08:27 am (UTC)your comment- i read it at work! - really made my day yesterday and saved me from going crazy on all the people annoying me!
thanks so much for liking my story so much
this is such a compliment! wow
*is totally flattered*
thank you!