And it's Taken me With it

By Allanasha Ke Kiri

Chapter 35

Friday, February 12th

"James, there's something I need to tell you."

Harry glanced up, blinking at Draca as she (well she was a he at the moment. He loved the glamour pass codes) sat down.

"What is it? Are you alright?"

"Aside from getting used to certain things, yes. It's not about me."

Harry blinked again, setting aside his quill and turning his full attention to Draca.

"Pansy's with us."

"She is? How do you know?"

"Well, she hasn't exactly told me, yet, however, she is firmly against the Dark Lord. She even introduced me to a 4th year that wanted nothing to do with the Death Eaters."

Harry nodded. "You believe her?"

"I have no reason not to," he replied.

"Okay. If she comes to you again, set up a time where we can meet."

Draca nodded. "I was already planning on it. I just figured you should know." he drawled.

Harry smiled, amused. "Sorry," he said. "Wasn't thinking."

Draca raised an eyebrow. "That was obvious, James. But what about the girl?"

Harry sat back in his seat. "She's a fourth year, right?"

She nodded.

"Voldemort doesn't recruit anyone under 7th; sixth if he's feeling desperate … Anyway, what did you tell the girl?

"Same thing you just did, and that we'd look into relocating her as she got closer to it."

Harry frowned slightly. "Think you can arrange a meeting with her?"

Draca's eyebrow arched upwards. "I'm sure I can," he replied. "Why?"

"I want to let her know she hasn't just been brushed off."

"Why would she?"

"No offense, Draca, but just saying that is kind of cold."

"She's a Sytherin, James. She's not as easily insulted as you Gyffindors."

"She's also a child. Please? Just arrange it?"

Draca let out a slow sigh and nodded. "Fine, I'll see what I can do. I think you should concentrate on other things though.

"Duly noted," Harry smiled. "Thanks … how are you doing?"

"I'm fine." He rolled his eyes. "Still don't believe I'm pregnant though."

Harry chuckled. "You'll get used to it … I think."

"I'm sure I will," Draca drawled.


Sunday, February 14th

"Where are we going?" Draca asked.

She wore a pair of slacks and a blouse. It was one of the only times she'd been in pants since she'd arrived. She found she missed it.

"You'll see," Harry replied, with a grin, continuing to lead her through the castle.

Draca rolled her eyes. When Harry got secretive, there was no way she'd get anything from him. Quickening her pace a moment, she took his hand.

This was one thing she liked about the glamour; she didn't have to worry about people staring (well, staring because of something other than the boy-who-lived and the missing Malfoy daughter). While accepted, in her world, it wasn't very common. She doubted Harry knew what it was like here. He just wasn't the kind to look it up … or care … Well, it looked like she'd be searching out Hermione again. Really, the girl did make everything easier. It was a shame she hadn't realized it earlier; school would have been so much easier.

Still-

"Butterfinger."

Draca blinked, drawing her thoughts back to the present to realize that they were in front of the Headmaster's office. "James?"

Harry just smiled, leading her up the winding staircase.

"Come in," came Dumbledore's voice as they reached the top.

Harry winced. Her hand tightened around his in comfort and he tossed her a small smile before pushing open the door. Neither of them were very comfortable about Albus Dumbledore. For her at least, it was because of that late night where he'd tried to kill her and her family.

"Good evening, Harry, Dracara."

They both nodded back.

"Everything ready?" Harry asked, hopefully.

Dumbledore nodded, grinning at them. "Indeed it is. Also, someone will be watching; for security purposes, of course."

Harry frowned. "Who?"

"Severus."

"Great."

"James, what the hell is going on?" Draca demanded.

"We're going out."

"Out?"

"Well, it occurred to me that we've never really had a proper date, away from the school."

"So we're going out?"

He nodded.

"Where?"

He shifted. "Somewhere in the muggle world."

She blinked, raising an unimpressed eyebrow. "Why?"

"Well … Here, you have to be Dracara Malfoy … There, hopscotch, you could be Draco again."

She blinked. "Oh," she said, shuddering as the spell on her ended. "Well, then you realize that I'm in the wrong shirt."

Harry handed her the back he'd been carrying. "There's a couple of shirts in there."

Smirking, Draca took it from him and left to change. A few minutes later, he was dressed in a black silk button up. At least they didn't contrast. Harry was wearing a dark green shirt similar to one he'd had in the other world. It was loose enough for free movement, but seemed to cling to just the right places to give Draca a very good view.

"Now," Dumbledore said. "here's your money, as you requested."

"Thank you," Harry told him, taking the envelope.

"And this will take you to your destination."

Dumbledore passed them a purple ribbon, which Harry also took.

"It's activated by the word 'Hairball'.

They both raised an eyebrow.

"And where's the restaurant?"

"Severus will direct you to it after you get there. Now, off you go, and have fun."

Harry smiled, handing Draca a portion of the ribbon. "Thank you sir, Hairball."

And they were gone.

When they landed (during which, Harry stumbled but managed not to fall), they glanced around, both noticing that they were in an alley at the same time.

"Mr. Potter … and would you prefer Mr. Potter, or Mr. Malfoy?"

Draco shrugged. "Malfoy, I guess." Potter would just be confusing.

Severus gave a single nod. "Your restaurant is on the street. Turn right and go down for two blocks. You wont be able to miss it."

Harry nodded, taking off his glasses and slipping them into a pocket. They were useless now, had been for sometime because of the contacts he wore.

"Thanks, Professor," Harry told him.

Severus nodded once again.

"Mr. Malfoy, I would like to speak with you at some point. I do believe it is long overdue."

Draco nodded. "Yes, sir."

"You'd best be on your way. The reservation is in 10 minutes."

Harry blinked, then shook his head in mild amusement as he led Draco from the alley and onto the busy street. They were barely spared a glance as they made their way through the crowd. Harry reveled in it.

Two blocks later, they blinked at the building, both of them stopping in their tracks.

"Bloody hell," Harry breathed. When he'd asked for a restaurant, he hadn't expected this.

Draco raised an eyebrow at him, but Harry just smiled and continued across the street.

Inside, the Maitre D looked them over with a raised eyebrow. "May I help you?" he asked.

"Yes, I believe there's a reservation for Potter."

Eyebrow still raised, the man looked down at his list. Whatever he saw there caused his other eyebrow to rise as well.

"Ah, yes, Mr. Potter. Forgive me. Will that be for two?"

Harry nodded once.

Two menu's were passed to the female, maybe around their age. She smiled at them.

"Right this way, please."

As they followed, Harry felt an arm slip around his waist. Surprised, he blinked up at Draco, who was about 2 inches taller than him without the glamour), who just gave him a small smirk in return. He was obviously enjoying being male again. Harry just shook his head with a smile, letting himself lean into his husband and ignored the stares that followed after them.

The woman they followed blinked when she turned to face them upon arriving at their table. She smiled again. "Here you are," she said, laying their menu's down. "Soeone will be along to take your orders in a moment."

They nodded, taking their seats.

Thank you," Harry told her, causing her grin to widen. Then, she was gone.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself," Harry commented, casually opening his menu.

"Of course," Draco replied, opening his own. "This is the first time I've been publically me in months."

Harry shook his head, laughing silently. "Which is why I did this. I figured you'd like it better than someplace in Hogsmeade."

Draco laughed quietly, finally looking over his menu.

"Nice," he said, after a moment.

"Well, I figured if I was going to force muggle fair on you, I should at least make it the best."

Draco smirked at him. "A Malfoy deserves nothing less."

Which sent Harry into more silent laughter. He loved Draco, no matter what his form. But, he definitely preferred Male Draco over the female one. This one was familiar and different, if only slightly, from when he pretended to be female.

"Sorry for taking so long," a new voice cut in.

Glancing up, Harry watched the teen place two cups of water on the table. "Not a problem," he said. "We were just talking."

The teen grinned at him, his teeth flashing briefly. "Is there anything I can get you?" he asked.

"Wine, perhaps?" Harry glanced over at Draco, who raised an eyebrow.

"Wine? … Sorry, I'm going to need proof of age."

Harry nodded, pulling out the id Dumbledore had made for him and handed it over. The boy eyed it carefully a moment before passing it back.

"Alright. What kind?"

"Red," Draco said. "We're celebrating."

The boy, Jonathan, his name tag said, nodded. "Alright. Anything else, or are you still deciding?"

"We're still deciding," Draco told him.

When the boy had wandered off, Draco turned back to Harry, eyebrow raised. "Where did you get that?" he nodded his head to the card still in Harry's hand.

"Dumbledore," he said. "He knows I'm older than they think. I have to return it once we get back, but he wanted us to … just relax."

Draco shook his head. "Are they really the same man?" he asked quietly.

"The potential is there," Harry answered. "Just like it was there in Tom. They just chose different paths."

Draco nodded, allowing them to both fall silent as they looked over their menu's.

"There's … another reason I wanted to take you out," Harry said, looking slightly uncomfortable."

Glancing back up, Draco was the picture of patience as he waited for his husband to put his thoughts to words.

"There's something I've been meaning to tell you since you arrived, but there's never really been enough time for it," Harry admitted.

Draco froze, eyes narrowing in suspicion. "You haven't slept with anyone, have you?" his words were low and hissed.

Harry's head jerked up, staring at Draco in astonishment. "Of course not," he snapped back quietly.

Draco relaxed. "Very well, then it can't be that bad. What is it?"

Harry blinked a couple of times before shaking his head. Severus Snape's my father."

Draco didn't reply immediately, his eyes telling Harry that he didn't quite comprehend what he'd said.

"Pardon?"

"Severus Snape is my father."

He blinked once, then twice. He nodded once, slowly. "Professor Snape?"

Harry nodded, eying his husband carefully.

"Your father?"

He nodded again.

"How did this happen?"

"Snape and my mother got together, apparently."

"Mmm," he nodded again. "When did you learn this?"

Harry shifted. "In the other world."

Draco's eyes narrowed again. "Really? And you didn't tell me?"

"Well, there's a lot I didn't tell you over there," Harry said, but immediately saw that that was the wrong way to go as Draco's eyes narrowed farther. "I mean, it wasn't supposed to be gotten out. Mum didn't want anyone finding out about it, and I only found out by a … fluke, really. And that didn't necessarily mean that it was the same over here, so I hadn't really wanted to say anything anyway …" he trailed off, watching Draco carefully, hoping to read something. Unfortunately, his husband's face had gone completely blank.

Harry shifted uncomfortably, waiting. Slowly, Draco laid down his menu and folded his hands over it, eyes never leaving Harry.

"I assume you've had it verified, if you're telling me."

Harry nodded. "Yes. And Professor Snape knows."

One nod, and his face was still blank. "How long?"

"… Since the first week of class."

Another nod. "Nearly a full two months before I arrived. James, I have been here nearly three and a half months, always under the impression that both your parents were dead. Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Harry shifted again.

"Stop fidgeting," Draco snapped. "It's very unbecoming."

Harry froze and winced. Yeah, Draco was pissed. He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

"I don't know," he replied. "It just never seemed like a good time to do it. We were both incredibly busy, and we never seemed to have the time needed for this discussion. I really didn't mean to keep it from you, I swear, I didn't. This is the first time we've really had any length of time to ourselves."

Draco eyed him a moment before nodding slowly. "Does Professor Snape know you've not told me?"

Harry blinked. "Probably not. That's probably why he wants to talk with you, actually."

He nodded. "You should have told me, James."

"I know. I'm sorry." He laid his hand across the table and looked at Draco imploringly. "I really am. How can I make it up to you?"

Draco raised an eyebrow. "You should never ask a Slytherin that, James."

Harry managed a small smile. "I trust you, Draco. How can I make it up to you?"

Draco eyed him a moment longer before allowing a smile to pull at his lips as he took Harry's hand. "I'll think of something," he replied.


They had just finished their meal and were relaxing when they heard the first scream. Both of them immediately straightened, their eyes flying to the front of the restaurant, along with several others. Several more joined the first.

"Stay here," Harry told Draco, rising to his feet.

"Like hell I will," was Draco's immediately reply as he surged to his feet.

"You're not even supposed to be here, Draco," Harry hissed.

That made Draco pause long enough for Harry to toss him the bag of money. "Pay for the bill and get out of here."

The rest of the restaurant was in a mild panic, wondering what was going on. Harry was the only one moving towards the front.

"Sir, I must ask that you stay inside. It's … not safe," the Maitre D told him, blocking his path.

"I know, Harry told him, easily ducking around the man and out the door.

Harry paused outside the door, the screams freezing him for a moment. Ducking into the shadows, Harry watched the Death Eaters, drawing his wand. He didn't see Voldemort, nor did his scar burn (which he took as a good sign), so he assumed the Dark Lord wasn't present.

Still … he'd stick to simple spells and leave the others for another time. Nodding silently, he cast a stupefy on an unsuspecting Death Eater's back and watched as he collapsed. The girl he'd been torturing quieted, breathing heavily through her tears. For the moment, he ignored her, moving towards the others, remaining in the shadows as he did so.

He let out a surprised yell when he was yanked into a side alley.

"What do you think you're doing?" a familiar voice demanded, causing Harry to relax, if only slightly.

"Helping the muggles," Harry answered.

Severus rolled his eyes in exasperation. "Both the ministry and the order are on their way. Take Draco and get out of here."

Harry shook his head. "I won't run away, sir," he said, darting back out of the alley.

He left severs shaking his head in disbelief. "Slytherin? How is that boy Slytherin?"


*peeks around corner* It has been an obscene amount of time since my last update. Sorry about that, but my muse literally quite on me. I couldn't get him to write anything for this story. It was literally like pulling teeth. Finally, he decided to cooperate for this … I hope it's alright for you all.

Sorry it's not longer.

Poll Results:

Goyle: 9

Blaise: 8

Nott: 2

Neville: 2

Crabbe: 2

Fred/George: 1 (that'd be interesting)

Draco: 3

Charlie: 1

Sephen Cornfoot: 1 (apparently he was a character planned, but that never made it into the story ….)

Krum: 1

Draco and Luna: 1

Pansy: 1

Okay, The poll will close next chapter, and I think I'll cut down the options to

Goyle:

Or

Blaise:

Let me know which one you'd prefer.