[Fic:] To meet you again 9
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Word Count: 2.186
Rating: PG
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slythindor100's ninth's prompt: 
Warning: unbetaed, angst, rushed chapter... *headdesks*
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.
Surprises for Draco! One after another!
To meet you again 9
After his breakfast and a quick sorting through the cottage, in which he removed small pictures or trinkets, that now belong to a different life, Harry made his way to the main house.
Before Draco had been cursed, they would visit Narcissa twice a week: For Wednesday dinner and Sunday afternoon tea. Harry had kept those appointments, even when Draco had been held up by auror work. He genuinely liked Narcissa, and her cutting humour was something he enjoyed. But then Draco hadn't woken up, and he had moved to London to be close to Draco. He had forgotten about her, even before Nott was able to wake Draco up.
Linny opened the entrance for him: "Mistress Narcissa is being in the sun-room, waiting for you Master Harry," she smiled in her toothy grin.
"Thank you," he answered her, and was on his way.
"Narcissa, thank you for sparing me some time," greeted her as he stepped into the room.
"Harry, it is good to see you again," she said her voice as regal as ever, but her face, her eyes.
She looked horrible, aged, deep lines furrowing through her face, and her eyes had a haunted expression about them.
"I- I plan, well I decided- I'll bring Draco home tonight," Harry stammered, unsure if he really should speak to her about it.
Narcissa stared at him for quite some time, before she got up to move to the window, to look at the ever blooming magical part of the garden.
"I know that more than three years ago, you got engaged to my son to be married. I was also informed, by Mr Nott, that there is very little chance for this event to take place," she spoke softly, with a sad undertone. "Harry, you honoured your promise more than enough, as a mother and a wife I can state, with conviction, that no one can ask anymore of you," she said as she turned to him.
For the first time he noticed the gray in her hair, the small dark spots in her face, the light tremble in her fingers. She has aged so much.
"I will not leave him, and he really is a very interesting child. I believe we will be fine," he answered, playing more than truly believing, but there simply was nothing to be done.
He hoped that Narcissa would remember how well behaved and open Draco was at that age, and would maybe share some of those memories. Instead her eyes grew dull.
"Harry, let me tell you, that watching your spouse changing so far that you can't recognise him anymore is not to be taken lightly."
Harry gulped, having the women who nursed her husband back to help after he was released from Azkaban, only to see him fall ill again, say that, was not something he could dismiss easily.
"I know what I'm doing. And Draco trusts me. It will be fine after a time. He now even is able to remember months at a time," Harry tried for enthusiasm.
"Harry... Harry, you haven't thought this through. What will you do when he really grows older, what will you do in ten years, when he believes himself to be seventeen, when he might fall in love again, will you simply be there and watch?" she asked, her face growing softer for the first time.
Harry sighed and ruffled his hair: "You never where a women of easy questions," he admitted, remembering all too well as how she had refused to give her consent to their relationship in the beginning.
"But he can't stay in the hospital any longer, there is no real reason for him to be there. I won't be able to answer your question now, or in the next months... I'm... I'm just trying to deal with it as it hits me. I am trying to let go of my fiancé... so, you gonna have to give me a rain check, for now," he answered the most truthful answer.
"However... I know, I might be asking to much- especially with Lucius... but I hoped, maybe you would like to help me, maybe seeing him being as healthy as he can- maybe it will help you a little too... and also, well making sure I don't fuck up his good upbringing too much, you know," Harry tried, but seeing Narcissa this way had really thrown him. What if he was burdening her too much?
"You never came with easy suggestions to me either, Harry. I will have to think about it," she replied, turning back to the window.
"Of course, Narcissa. The offer has no expiring date," he answered, trying to smile at the implied joke. If the circumstances weren't this bad, the two of them really could have fun together.
"I was also wondering if maybe you have some old stuff of Draco's. I plan to set him up in the guestroom, but the whole house isn't really child friendly," he asked.
"I shall ask Linny to set up your guestroom," Narcissa nodded.
"Thanks, that would be a great help," Harry smiled.
"Harry... do come by again, I miss our games," she said in a lieu of a dismissal.
"Yeah, I kinda miss your outlook on life too, Narcissa. See you soon, I promise" he answered, before he left the room to go to the main fireplace, which was the only one connected to the floo network. He was already running a little late to pick up Draco, so there was no other way around. Though really flooing will never be his first choice of transport.
"Where are we going? You didn't say anything about a new trip today," Draco asked again looking around. "Where are we?" came the other question Harry had heard about ten times already.
"It's Christmas, well soon enough, so let me surprise you but don't expect to many presents under the tree," Harry answered again, grinning.
"You could tell me, so I'd be prepared," Draco pouted in the cute way of him.
"But then there would be no surprise," Harry pointed out.
"I like surprises..." Draco said thoughtfully.
"Well, then you will have to wait, and be surprised," Harry says, as they enter the small hotel in muggle London.
"A hotel? Will I be staying here?" Draco asks, half excited but half afraid.
Harry didn't answer that question, as he was sure, it would only worry Draco more. And tonight when they would go home, would answer the question better than any words.
Harry went through the Lobby and straight up to the fifth floor, where he knocked on the door 509.
"Harry, Draco, there you are," Charlie smiled, as he opened the door. "Lunch is already here, I hope you like what we picked," he offered as he made way for them.
"We are eating with Charlie?" Draco whispered sharply to Harry, the excitement nearly tangible.
Harry had to bite his lips not to say more, but let Draco enter the room.
"VICTOR KRUM!" Draco exclaimed full of surprise. "YOU, you, YOU KNOW VICTOR KRUM!" he turned around to look at Harry and then at Charlie. He was clearly excited.
"Well, that is the advantage of having a famous partner. You never have to introduce him," Charlie said, and patted Victor on the shoulders.
"Hello Victor," Harry grinned. "Thanks for offering to be part of Draco's Christmas", he whispered as he was next to the Victor.
"You are velcome. Though it is odd, seeing Draco akt this vay," Victor offered, his accent still a little rough.
Draco just stared and stared and stared.
"Harry, are we having lunch with Charlie and Victor Krum?" he asked Harry in a very quiet whisper.
"Indeed we are," Harry replied.
"But what will I say? What shall we talk about? I'm sure he doesn't want me retelling him all his famous games and moves. But do you think maybe he can teach me some tricks? Like for when I can go and fly again?"
"Maybe, if you ask him. I'm sure he wouldn't mind, seeing as you are part of the family," Harry ruffled through Draco's hair.
"Family? How? I don't- I can't remember being related to Krum," Draco said, an unsure expression falling over him.
"Well, you and me are a family. And Charlie is a brother of mine, from my adoptive family, And as Victor is my brother in law, he is also yours," he explained in the most simply terms he can come up with.
"Well, that is a wild leap and very dodgy," Draco hummed. "But then it kinda makes me family to Victor Krum so I'm surly not going to complain," he decided.
Lunch was a very relaxed affair after that, and Victor had no problem with talking to Draco about techniques, moves or brooms. But what had Harry's heart racing was the fact that when Draco didn't force it to happen he could still speak Bulgarian- or was it Russian?- Harry wasn't sure. But the fact that he remembered at all. As far as Harry was told, Draco first had a tutor for Latin, then French and Italian and only then Russian and some of the East-European languages. But surly, he hadn't leaned those languages at the age of seven.
Harry sighed, as he caught Charlie looking at him, he nodded. Yes, he understood how hoping for Draco to become who he once was, was putting pressure on them both. But letting go of what little hope still was there, was harder than he could describe.
"Maybe I kan kome by and ve can go flying together," Victor offered.
"But you will have to go back to Romania soon, right? The both of you," Draco said, looking to the floor.
"But ve are living in a vorld of magik. Ve kan use portkeys," Victor said, smiling at Draco.
"You would do that?" Draco asked, his eyes going wide.
"And we will be here till after Christmas, so there might still be time," Charlie reminded.
Draco squinted in Harry's direction: "If I'm allowed on a broom so soon, I will owl you!" he then answered.
Draco hugged Charlie and Victor as they finally said their good bys and left the hotel.
"I know Victor Krum," Draco said, "and he is really as cool as they say. Well, actually he is a lot cooler, and Charlie is nicer than I imagined him, but he really has fun stories about being a dragon handler," Draco stated, taking Harry's hand as they walked through London.
It was only after some time, that he finally noticed: "We aren't going back to the hospital yet?"
"No, we are not," Harry nodded.
"Okay, so another surprise?" Draco asked, hopefully.
"Maybe. But I'm sure you will like it," Harry replied.
He apparated them into the Malfoy grounds, on the cobblestone driveway leading up to the cottage.
"Wow, wher- Malfoy Manor. You are taking me home?" Draco exclaimed again, this time pure joy in his voice.
"Yes and no. You will live here with me, if you want to," Harry said, not sure if living in the small cottage was really something Draco would want to do.
"Okay... you know that I find this odd, right?" Draco said cocking his head a little.
"I was sure you might, but you know the manor is so, so huge, and it would only be the two of us, so I thought maybe this cosy setting would be nice?" Harry offered.
"Can we go inside?" Draco looked to the cottage.
"Yes, of course," Harry smiled and went to the door to open it for Draco.
Draco entered and immediately started to look around. "So where would my room be?"
Harry smiled, and lead the way to the guestroom, he hoped Linny had had enough time to prepare the room.
"Wow! I mean, yes, well for now it will do. But one day I want to live in the big house, just so you know," Draco tried to hide his excitement.
The room had been repainted, the furniture had changed from the classic look Draco had given the room, to what Harry presumed looked very similar to what once had been Draco's room.
Dinner had been a short affair, as Draco nearly fell asleep on the table, and so Harry put him to bed, after a quick shower.
As he himself lay in bed, later that night, he thought that maybe doing this all in one day, might have been a bit much for Draco. Of course Draco had enjoyed it, and had lots of fun and excitement, but it might not have been a wise move health wise.
Maybe a day home tomorrow would do both of them some good, especially since Harry found it hard, to find a comfortable position in this strange bed. The study had changed too, but Harry couldn't be bothered to check it out tonight. To be honest, he was tired.
But then there were Narcissa's words, and Charlie's opinion, and his damn hope, that simply wasn't so easy to squish as he wanted.
Part 10
Author:
smirkingcatWord Count: 2.186
Rating: PG
Prompt:
slythindor100's ninth's prompt: 
Warning: unbetaed, angst, rushed chapter... *headdesks*
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.
Surprises for Draco! One after another!
To meet you again 9
After his breakfast and a quick sorting through the cottage, in which he removed small pictures or trinkets, that now belong to a different life, Harry made his way to the main house.
Before Draco had been cursed, they would visit Narcissa twice a week: For Wednesday dinner and Sunday afternoon tea. Harry had kept those appointments, even when Draco had been held up by auror work. He genuinely liked Narcissa, and her cutting humour was something he enjoyed. But then Draco hadn't woken up, and he had moved to London to be close to Draco. He had forgotten about her, even before Nott was able to wake Draco up.
Linny opened the entrance for him: "Mistress Narcissa is being in the sun-room, waiting for you Master Harry," she smiled in her toothy grin.
"Thank you," he answered her, and was on his way.
"Narcissa, thank you for sparing me some time," greeted her as he stepped into the room.
"Harry, it is good to see you again," she said her voice as regal as ever, but her face, her eyes.
She looked horrible, aged, deep lines furrowing through her face, and her eyes had a haunted expression about them.
"I- I plan, well I decided- I'll bring Draco home tonight," Harry stammered, unsure if he really should speak to her about it.
Narcissa stared at him for quite some time, before she got up to move to the window, to look at the ever blooming magical part of the garden.
"I know that more than three years ago, you got engaged to my son to be married. I was also informed, by Mr Nott, that there is very little chance for this event to take place," she spoke softly, with a sad undertone. "Harry, you honoured your promise more than enough, as a mother and a wife I can state, with conviction, that no one can ask anymore of you," she said as she turned to him.
For the first time he noticed the gray in her hair, the small dark spots in her face, the light tremble in her fingers. She has aged so much.
"I will not leave him, and he really is a very interesting child. I believe we will be fine," he answered, playing more than truly believing, but there simply was nothing to be done.
He hoped that Narcissa would remember how well behaved and open Draco was at that age, and would maybe share some of those memories. Instead her eyes grew dull.
"Harry, let me tell you, that watching your spouse changing so far that you can't recognise him anymore is not to be taken lightly."
Harry gulped, having the women who nursed her husband back to help after he was released from Azkaban, only to see him fall ill again, say that, was not something he could dismiss easily.
"I know what I'm doing. And Draco trusts me. It will be fine after a time. He now even is able to remember months at a time," Harry tried for enthusiasm.
"Harry... Harry, you haven't thought this through. What will you do when he really grows older, what will you do in ten years, when he believes himself to be seventeen, when he might fall in love again, will you simply be there and watch?" she asked, her face growing softer for the first time.
Harry sighed and ruffled his hair: "You never where a women of easy questions," he admitted, remembering all too well as how she had refused to give her consent to their relationship in the beginning.
"But he can't stay in the hospital any longer, there is no real reason for him to be there. I won't be able to answer your question now, or in the next months... I'm... I'm just trying to deal with it as it hits me. I am trying to let go of my fiancé... so, you gonna have to give me a rain check, for now," he answered the most truthful answer.
"However... I know, I might be asking to much- especially with Lucius... but I hoped, maybe you would like to help me, maybe seeing him being as healthy as he can- maybe it will help you a little too... and also, well making sure I don't fuck up his good upbringing too much, you know," Harry tried, but seeing Narcissa this way had really thrown him. What if he was burdening her too much?
"You never came with easy suggestions to me either, Harry. I will have to think about it," she replied, turning back to the window.
"Of course, Narcissa. The offer has no expiring date," he answered, trying to smile at the implied joke. If the circumstances weren't this bad, the two of them really could have fun together.
"I was also wondering if maybe you have some old stuff of Draco's. I plan to set him up in the guestroom, but the whole house isn't really child friendly," he asked.
"I shall ask Linny to set up your guestroom," Narcissa nodded.
"Thanks, that would be a great help," Harry smiled.
"Harry... do come by again, I miss our games," she said in a lieu of a dismissal.
"Yeah, I kinda miss your outlook on life too, Narcissa. See you soon, I promise" he answered, before he left the room to go to the main fireplace, which was the only one connected to the floo network. He was already running a little late to pick up Draco, so there was no other way around. Though really flooing will never be his first choice of transport.
"Where are we going? You didn't say anything about a new trip today," Draco asked again looking around. "Where are we?" came the other question Harry had heard about ten times already.
"It's Christmas, well soon enough, so let me surprise you but don't expect to many presents under the tree," Harry answered again, grinning.
"You could tell me, so I'd be prepared," Draco pouted in the cute way of him.
"But then there would be no surprise," Harry pointed out.
"I like surprises..." Draco said thoughtfully.
"Well, then you will have to wait, and be surprised," Harry says, as they enter the small hotel in muggle London.
"A hotel? Will I be staying here?" Draco asks, half excited but half afraid.
Harry didn't answer that question, as he was sure, it would only worry Draco more. And tonight when they would go home, would answer the question better than any words.
Harry went through the Lobby and straight up to the fifth floor, where he knocked on the door 509.
"Harry, Draco, there you are," Charlie smiled, as he opened the door. "Lunch is already here, I hope you like what we picked," he offered as he made way for them.
"We are eating with Charlie?" Draco whispered sharply to Harry, the excitement nearly tangible.
Harry had to bite his lips not to say more, but let Draco enter the room.
"VICTOR KRUM!" Draco exclaimed full of surprise. "YOU, you, YOU KNOW VICTOR KRUM!" he turned around to look at Harry and then at Charlie. He was clearly excited.
"Well, that is the advantage of having a famous partner. You never have to introduce him," Charlie said, and patted Victor on the shoulders.
"Hello Victor," Harry grinned. "Thanks for offering to be part of Draco's Christmas", he whispered as he was next to the Victor.
"You are velcome. Though it is odd, seeing Draco akt this vay," Victor offered, his accent still a little rough.
Draco just stared and stared and stared.
"Harry, are we having lunch with Charlie and Victor Krum?" he asked Harry in a very quiet whisper.
"Indeed we are," Harry replied.
"But what will I say? What shall we talk about? I'm sure he doesn't want me retelling him all his famous games and moves. But do you think maybe he can teach me some tricks? Like for when I can go and fly again?"
"Maybe, if you ask him. I'm sure he wouldn't mind, seeing as you are part of the family," Harry ruffled through Draco's hair.
"Family? How? I don't- I can't remember being related to Krum," Draco said, an unsure expression falling over him.
"Well, you and me are a family. And Charlie is a brother of mine, from my adoptive family, And as Victor is my brother in law, he is also yours," he explained in the most simply terms he can come up with.
"Well, that is a wild leap and very dodgy," Draco hummed. "But then it kinda makes me family to Victor Krum so I'm surly not going to complain," he decided.
Lunch was a very relaxed affair after that, and Victor had no problem with talking to Draco about techniques, moves or brooms. But what had Harry's heart racing was the fact that when Draco didn't force it to happen he could still speak Bulgarian- or was it Russian?- Harry wasn't sure. But the fact that he remembered at all. As far as Harry was told, Draco first had a tutor for Latin, then French and Italian and only then Russian and some of the East-European languages. But surly, he hadn't leaned those languages at the age of seven.
Harry sighed, as he caught Charlie looking at him, he nodded. Yes, he understood how hoping for Draco to become who he once was, was putting pressure on them both. But letting go of what little hope still was there, was harder than he could describe.
"Maybe I kan kome by and ve can go flying together," Victor offered.
"But you will have to go back to Romania soon, right? The both of you," Draco said, looking to the floor.
"But ve are living in a vorld of magik. Ve kan use portkeys," Victor said, smiling at Draco.
"You would do that?" Draco asked, his eyes going wide.
"And we will be here till after Christmas, so there might still be time," Charlie reminded.
Draco squinted in Harry's direction: "If I'm allowed on a broom so soon, I will owl you!" he then answered.
Draco hugged Charlie and Victor as they finally said their good bys and left the hotel.
"I know Victor Krum," Draco said, "and he is really as cool as they say. Well, actually he is a lot cooler, and Charlie is nicer than I imagined him, but he really has fun stories about being a dragon handler," Draco stated, taking Harry's hand as they walked through London.
It was only after some time, that he finally noticed: "We aren't going back to the hospital yet?"
"No, we are not," Harry nodded.
"Okay, so another surprise?" Draco asked, hopefully.
"Maybe. But I'm sure you will like it," Harry replied.
He apparated them into the Malfoy grounds, on the cobblestone driveway leading up to the cottage.
"Wow, wher- Malfoy Manor. You are taking me home?" Draco exclaimed again, this time pure joy in his voice.
"Yes and no. You will live here with me, if you want to," Harry said, not sure if living in the small cottage was really something Draco would want to do.
"Okay... you know that I find this odd, right?" Draco said cocking his head a little.
"I was sure you might, but you know the manor is so, so huge, and it would only be the two of us, so I thought maybe this cosy setting would be nice?" Harry offered.
"Can we go inside?" Draco looked to the cottage.
"Yes, of course," Harry smiled and went to the door to open it for Draco.
Draco entered and immediately started to look around. "So where would my room be?"
Harry smiled, and lead the way to the guestroom, he hoped Linny had had enough time to prepare the room.
"Wow! I mean, yes, well for now it will do. But one day I want to live in the big house, just so you know," Draco tried to hide his excitement.
The room had been repainted, the furniture had changed from the classic look Draco had given the room, to what Harry presumed looked very similar to what once had been Draco's room.
Dinner had been a short affair, as Draco nearly fell asleep on the table, and so Harry put him to bed, after a quick shower.
As he himself lay in bed, later that night, he thought that maybe doing this all in one day, might have been a bit much for Draco. Of course Draco had enjoyed it, and had lots of fun and excitement, but it might not have been a wise move health wise.
Maybe a day home tomorrow would do both of them some good, especially since Harry found it hard, to find a comfortable position in this strange bed. The study had changed too, but Harry couldn't be bothered to check it out tonight. To be honest, he was tired.
But then there were Narcissa's words, and Charlie's opinion, and his damn hope, that simply wasn't so easy to squish as he wanted.
Part 10
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