Title: Breathe, Baby, Breathe
Pairing: DMHP, RWHG, GWBZ, PPGG, VCNL, SSLM, Mentions of ADGG
Genre: Angst, Romance, Comedy, Horror, Hurt/Comfort, Family
Full Summary: At the end of their seventh year, Draco and Harry were still enemies, but even the blindest person could see the image of raw want and need in the Silver grey eyes that met Emerald Green on the battlefield after Voldemort was defeated. A soul bond was made, and everyone, except Malfoy and Potter, felt it's power. During the summer before their eighth year and after, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini are all sick of the continued fighting and sexual tension between their friends, not to mention the tension between their houses. Even at Hogwarts, where Snape is still recovering and Sirius Black is still at large (but pardoned!), Slytherin and Gryffindor, along with the two House Heads, hatch a plan to get the two Rivals together; Does it work, or will the Snakes and the Lions be forced to admit defeat with these two?
Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy; Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley; Ginny Weasley, Blaise Zabini; Pansy Parkinson, Gregory Goyle; Vincent Crabbe (ALIVE!), Neville Longbottom; Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy; Mentions of Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindlewald, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Regulus Black, James Potter, Lily Potter
Warnings: Eighth year fic, Draco(Dom!Draco), Sub!Harry; Mpreg!HarryAndNeville, Mentions and Practices of Abuse, Mentions of Child Rape, Mentions of Adult Rape, Mentions of Torture, Practice of Mind-Invansion (Think I've covered it all; If not, everything NOT covered will most likely be in this story as well).
Author Note: Sorry the Summary's so big; I can never do anything small XDDD Uhm, read on! Review and I'll dedicate a full 5,000 word chappie to you! :D :D I do aim big!
Chapter I: Battlefield Memories
At first, Draco hadn't remembered anything pertaining to his own life when he sat in the Manor reading the Prophet. Harry-bleeding-Potter made the front page, with a full article about the Deathly Hallows. Appearantly the Man-Who-Lived had snapped the Elder wand and made quite a fuss about it. Reading his statement, though, Draco couldn't be bothered to do anything but agree with him.
"The Elder wand was more than a myth for the Wizarding world, yeah. But to have that much power in one person's grasp, it's too much. We don't want another dark lord rising, do we?"
Tossing his paper down, he called a house-elf and requested some old English tea just before his mother came to sit with him.
"Draco, darling," his mother called from the hall, "I really hope you're ready for when your father returns home, Drake."
He shook his head, annoyed; He really just wanted to run away.
Instead, he called out, "Yes, mum. I'm ready for when he returns this afternoon."
"Good, good!" she exclaimed, entering the study with her own cuppa. Her blonde hair was long and much cleaner than during the battle, and it was that thought that sunk him back in time, forcing him to ignore the knowing look from his mother as she simply sat there, sipping her tea.
"What, Potter?" he snapped, spinning to face the man who would soon defeat his Master. Draco didn't know what he expected to see on the other man's face, but it wasn't pain or agony.
"Malfoy, you need to stay out of the fight," Potter called; Draco scowled, "Darco, please! Stay out of the way, out of the fight!"
"What makes you think you can tell me what to do, Potter?" he yelled, marching right up to the raven and wrenching his arm back; his fingers curled into a fist and as his vision went black, his fist launched forward, hoping to come into contact with the shorter man's face. He was disappointed, though, when Potter ducked and only came closer, his fingers wrapped around Draco's wrist.
"Draco, please," he whispered, his voice pleading, "Stay out of the fight."
It was his pleading that defeated Draco, making it so the blond could hardly breathe as his vision cleared.
"Alright, Harry," he responded softly, "Alright. I'll stay out of the battle."
A tired smile was all he got before Harry's lips were on his own, a moment of spontaneousness neither had thought would happen. They weren't together, and before that kiss, Draco was sure Harry hadn't been gay for anyone.
As quickly as the kiss started, it was over and Harry was gone, wands-a-blazin'. It never occurred to him that Harry Potter still had his wand.
A soft cough pulled him from his thoughts and he re-focused his eyes on his mother, who was watching him oddly.
"Draco, love, go lay down for awhile, okay? Then we'll go and get ready for the trial," Narcissa said softly, gesturing to the door. He nodded absently and stood, exiting the room
(July 1998, Day 15)
It was two months into the summer holidays, and a month before Hogwarts Castle would be fully restored. Draco and Narcissa Malfoy sat in the full Wizeganmont court room, both with fear and trepidation on their minds. When Lucius was brought out, many of the room yelled and jeered at him, cameras flashed and people taunted the man. But, Draco was proud to say, Lucius Abraxas Malfoy did nothing but stand tall and proud; Until, that is, Harry Potter entered the courtroom enraged and brandishing his wand to subdue the men and women of the court.
"Knock it off, or I'll have the fucking Minister ban you from this trial!" He roared, stunning at least ten people in rapid succession. Draco watched his father gape and snickered.
"Mr Potter, I'm afraid you don't really have that much authority-"
"I'm afraid, Mr Corndello, that I do have that much authority," Potter said coldly. The temperature dropped about fourth degrees in the room, "And if you allow your court members to continue egging Mr Malfoy on, I will personally Avada Kedavra your ass so help me Merlin, you'll be wishing Voldemort had never died! Do you hear me?" he growled out, keeping himself squarely in front of the prisoner's cage. Not one person spoke for what felt like hours, until a person cleared their throat and Potter turned, slowly, wand still raised. The person squacked and dove out of the way, making the room erupt in chaos once more.
"SHUT UP!" Draco heard from the ground. He got up and helped his mother up, only to almost fall down upon seeing Potter's wand pointed at the court faculty.
"People not willing to testify on behalf of or against Mr Malfoy, Mrs Malfoy or Draco Lucius Malfoy, shut the hell up and get the fuck out. Now," people ran. Nobody wanted a cold-hearted, dangerous-wand-waving Saviour on their hands.
Half an hour later, Lucius was dosed with Veritaserum by Potter's own hand, as he didn't trust anyone else to do it for fear of poisoning the Malfoy Patriarch.
"Lucius Abraxas Malfoy," Lucius intoned monotonely.
"Previous views on muggleborns and half-bloods?"
"Current view on muggleborns and half-bloods?"
It took awhile for him to answer, then, "They have as much right to magic as pure-bloods. Just because they come from different cultures does not make them different in their abilities as pure-blooded witches and wizards."
"Did you house the Dark Lord, formerly Tom Marvolo Riddle, aka Voldemort, at your manor?"
"For how long?"
"Since the end of my son's fifth year. Roughly two and a half, almost three years."
"Thank you, Mr Malfoy. Next, Mrs Malfoy," Potter commanded. His voice was still cold, and chilled even Draco's frozen heart. Potter was like a dementor, but Draco didn't mind.
"Narcissa Athena Malfoy nee Black"
"Did you at one time encourage your husband or your son's service to the dark lord?"
"Yes, on both counts. Lucius, because of his status as a spy, and Draco because the Dark Lord pressured him or force him to watch the murder of his family."
"Lucius Malfoy was a spy?"
"For which side?"
"Who else knows of this?"
"Severus Tobias Snape, my son Draco, Lucius, myself, Albus Dumbledore, Nymphadora Tonks, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Yourself Mr Potter, my sister Andromeda, and several unnamed members of the Order of the Phoenix."
"Are there any documents validating this fact, Mrs Malfoy?"
"Where can they be found?"
"Your godfather, Sirius', house."
"Thank you, Mrs Malfoy. Draco?" Potter called out. Draco rose with a fluidity and moved to simply stand while the other man tipped a spoonful of Veritaserum into his open and waiting mouth.
Draconis Lucius Abraxas Malfoy."
"Show your Dark Mark, if you please, Draco."
He scowled but rolled up his sleeve, revealing the horrible blemish to his pale, milky-white left forearm. The room gasped, some pointing out the ugly mark, some shielding their eyes and some even going so far as to place shielding charms over themselves.
"Do you acknowledge the Dark Lord Voldemort as your Lord and Master at this date in time?"
"What was your reason for joining the Dark Lord?"
"He threatened my family, and my life, if I refused him."
"Did you want to join Voldemort's ranks?"
"Besides your father, do you know the other spy for the Order of the Phoenix?"
"My godfather and second father figure, Severus Tobias Snape."
"My thanks and deepest apologies for this, Draco," Potter said under his breath sincerely, before turning to the room and ignoring him as he returned to his spot.
"As you can see, the Malfoy family have not only been on the side of the light, but they provided the light with information from within Voldemort's ranks! Yes, Lucius had to do some things to continue spying, and yes, Draco may have tried to commit murder, but can you condemn them for it? Knowing, that Voldemort threatened their very lives, the lives of the only people they had left? Can you sentence two innocent men and a loving, doting mother to Azkaban for crimes that were out of their control?"
"They could have sought out help!"
"They could have," Potter thundered, making Lucius cringe, "But chose not to because both Malfoy men are marked and as such, had a role to play that helped us, the light side, defeat Voldemort. You throw them to Azkaban and you'll be no better than Tom Riddle. At least he made sure they were guilty before he murdered his victoms."
Later on, Lucius and Narcissa were in their room as Draco was in his own, writing out an Owl note to Potter.
Thank you for what you've done for me and mine. We cannot nor will ever be able to express our sincere gratitude for what you have done.
Mother and father expressed a desire to have you over for tea Thursday next at noon. Please Owl in return if you are free.
Signing his name, Draco sighed and sent off his letter with his favourite hawk, Deviant. He laid down on his bed and within minutes, felt himself dropping off to sleep.
Tea-time, Malfoy Manor, June 25 1998
Harry stepped up to the warded gate, his Unspeakable's robes hanging perfectly from his short but lithe frame. Tan skin was topped by a thick, messy layer of black tresses and curious green eyes framed by the taut skin. His robes were a simple black with blood-red stripes down the sides. The modern version were similar to the late Potions Master, Severus Snape's teaching robes, which, coincidentally, were also the robes worn by a Master-status holder in the Potions Master/Mistress Guild.
He withdrew his wand from his forearm wand-holster and tapped the gates once, alerting the Malfoy's to his arrival. A house-elf greeted him and Apperated him to the front room, where Lucius, Narcissa and Draco Malfoy stood, the men with arms crossed over broad chests while Narcissa had a friendly smile on her face. Neither Malfoy male was looking happy to see him; Not at all.
"Mr and Mrs Malfoy," he greeted shyly, before turning to Draco and extending his hand, "Draco."
It seemed to Harry that Draco was calculating his response, for a few moments later, the blonde male grasped his hand and gave a healthy pump before releasing with a terse, "Potter."
"Now, now, Draco," Narcissa chided, "He was grown up enough to use your first name. Why not show the same courtesy?"
Lucius scowled; Draco snorted. Harry only shook his head, a smile curling his lips.
"It's fine, Mrs Malfoy. If Draco doesn't wish to use my name, he doesn't have to. By the way, thank you for the invitation for tea," the raven said politely. Narcissa gave a little squeal and latched onto his arm, chattering uselessly as she led him from the room to their Sun room. He glanced back to see the scowling-but-amused faces of both Malfoy men, begging silently for help.
Lucius turned to his son with a raised brow, and saw his son shaking his head.
"I didn't issue an invitation, Draco. Did I?"
"Not at all, father. Mother did, however, and seems quite apt to take care of Potter in our absence."
"Dragon, you know your mother," he smirked as Draco gave a groan, "She'll come find us if we try to run."
"Very well, Father."
The pair found the others in the Sun room, Narcissa chatting with the Man-Who-Lived-Twice about some function or other the Minister was holding in two weeks' time. As they entered, Narcissa looked up and smiled warmly before starting in; Both groaned to themselves and sat opposite the happily chatting pair.
"Lucius, Harry here has invited us to the Minister's court in a few days," Cissa gushed. Lucius only raised a brow at the man in question, who had the gall to look sheepishly back at him.
"I mentioned it and your wife decided she wanted you two to suffer along with me," Potter admitted, earning a playful swat to the back of his head from Narcissa, who scowled.
"I did not, Mr Potter!" she exclaimed. Potter laughed softly, and reached for a scone.
"Of course not, Mrs Malfoy. No, actually, Kingsley wanted me to bring the invitation for him. Since the trials, he's not been getting good reviews. I guess my standing for your family hasn't been taken with good feeling."
"I imagine not," Draco drawled, leaning back into his chair with arms folded over his chest. He scrutinized his former rival, who only flashed him a brilliant smile.
"I told Kings not to worry about it, ya know? He wants you to come to the thing, and he wants you to have fun while there," his nose scrunched, "He invited my muggle relatives, as well, and personally, Mr Malfoy, with your past, I'd gladly let you at them."
"Really? Why is that, Mr Potter?"
"Harry, and what rumours did you hear the first time 'round Voldemort was defeated?"
Draco watched his father straighten himself before he answered, "Harry… We heard you were placed in a loving, caring home with those muggles. You were supposedly pampered and lov-" a snort interrupted him.
"I'm sorry, Mr Malfoy. But what you heard is wrong. I was starved. I was beaten. For the first eleven years of my life, I lived in a small cupboard under the stairs! My first Hogwarts letter was actually addressed to Mr Harry J. Potter, Cupboard under the stairs, Number 4, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey," the brunette spat out, ignoring the gasp of shock from Lady Malfoy, "Each year I came back with bruises I didn't know I was hiding, I was thinner and tanner, weaker. A couple times I came back with broken bones that my magic tried to prevent. Only two summers at the Dursleys, and I swear to Salazar Slytherin AND Godric Gryffindor if you tell anyone, I'll have no quelms about making your family disappear, my uncle raped me. Repeatedly, the entire summer. With Dudley and without. He spent a full month renting me out, as well, to a local club-based place that sold whores and the like."
By the time he was done speaking, Narcissa had dropped her tea cup and scones on her dress, while Lucius was only sitting there calmly as though his family was threatened everyday, and Draco was as wide-eyed as he could ever possibly get. Even a few house-elves were still.
Nobody moved for a full ten minutes afterwards, while Harry simply kept sipping his tea and dipping a half-eaten scone into the liquid.
"Raped, you say?"
"Yes, sir. I was eleven the first time, the summer back from Hogwarts first year, and fifteen the second. That summer our fifth year, I made my uncle over 25,000 pounds. The business made over 15,000 on me."
"How the bloody hell can you sit there so nonchalantly and talk about it like it's nothing?"
"I'm not pregnant, I'm not a girl, I've spent most of my life being chased by a mad man who wanted to kill me as a baby. Does that answer your question?"
"No. Not at all."
Harry only lifted his brow and his tea cup for a toast.
For the next few days, Harry showed up repeatedly at the manner, to which both Harry and Draco found amusing. Narcissa seemed to have taken Harry under her wing, even going so far as to offer him a room at night, close quartered to Draco's.
As it was, on the afternoon before the ball, Narcissa had pulled a promise from him to arrive about two hours early to get ready for the ball. In confidence, he had admitted to being homosexual, to which the Malfoy matriarch had laughed softly and given him a hug, to the bafflement of both Malfoy men.
Because Harry was an Unspeakable, alongside his best friend Hermione, he had to show up in the customary dress-robes. Jet black full wizards robes with his old combat boots and black skinny jeans. His robes were clasped across his chest, and he wore a simple white shirt under the heavy robes. His chest, biceps and shoulders were shown off, while his abs, hips and forearms were shielded from view. His back, however, was outlined in the most perfect way, even Narcissa was drooling.
Narcissa (1) had on an elegant dress in a gentle, deeply blood-red colour. It was floor-length with a short train, and dipped to her mid-back, where it then was laced up with a black cord.
Lucius and Draco both had on similar robes; Lucius had robes that hung from his large frame, inviting the lust-filled glances of woman and men alike to his chest and narrowed hips, all the while accenting his biceps and thighs. Draco's robes were made to show off his chest as well, but drew the eyes a little farther down to his stomach. His hips were accented, with a hint to his biceps, the fabric was cut off from his arms to show his muscled forearms.
Both Malfoy men, once again, gaped at the Saviour as they laid eyes on him, and had to shake their heads to clear their thoughts.
Harry took Narcissa's arm, who giggled, and glanced at the blond men with a, "Ready?" and a loud crack that echoed off the walls. Shrugging, both followed him out.
Draco watched the brunette as he was ambused by the Weasley Twins, and their mother and sister. He noted that Ronald and Granger stood off to the side, glancing at their friend with disdain.
"Harry! You never come to Burrow anymore," Ginerva's (*coughsluttycough*) sickenly sweet voice floated over to the trio, all of whom looked amused as the red-head laid her head in a suggestively seductive way on his bicep. They watched as Fred and George and Mrs Weasley all nodded, and as Harry shrugged the bint off in a weary way.
"Fred, George!" they heard, and watched as the man left the two woman in a huff as he laughingly followed the two red-headed men to a corner. Half and hour later, and Harry was back, greeting the Minister and his new wife.
Draco couldn't help but feel a little anxious until he watched Harry gesture over to them. He glanced at his parents and saw their equally mortified expressions as the duo made their way to them. They were, however, interrupted again by Ginerva Weasley.
Harry obviously didn't like it because he snapped, causing half the room to turn to them in surprise.
"Ginny, I told you it's over weeks ago! There's no reason to continue carrying on like this, damn!"
"No, Ginny," he hissed, shrugging off the Minister's hand as he went to calm the now-ruffled Saviour. Draco scowled as she made a move to touch him again, to which he watched as Harry fingered his wand. The room saw as the she-Weasel paled and back-tracked to where her mother was, glaring daggers at her ex.
The Malfoy family watched as Kingsley bent down his head to whisper something in Harry's ear, and they watched as the blood drained from Harry's face. Their grey/blue eyes watched as Harry took a step away and shook his head, casting a glance full of worry over at them before turning and walking away, obviously muttering to himself.
Draco kept his eyes on Harry's back until he disappeared, but his gaze snapped back to the Minister as he approached, scowling.
"Mr and Mrs Malfoy, Draco," the man greeted softly, holding out his hand to Draco's father. Lucius took it, hesitantly.
"Minister," he replied.
"Kingsley, please. Harry tells me he's been spending a lot of time over at the Manor?" this was directed at Narcissa, who nodded, albeit a bit weakly.
"Yes, a lot of time," she responded. She shook the man's hand next, before Draco took the hand and pumped forcefully.
As the older adults fell into conversation, his eyes drifted through the crowd to find Potter, and they lit up in delight as they spotted him near Weasley, Ronald and Granger, Hermione. They narrowed quickly, however, when he saw they were arguing.
How he wished he could know what they were saying!
"Harry, mate!" Ron exclaimed, shaking his head, "Ginny giving you a hard time?"
"Just a little bit, mate," he answered gruffly. He far preferred Narcissa, Lucius AND Draco to Ginny, Ron and Hermione. With a jolt, he wondered how long that had been the case.
"Harry, you know Ginny's not over you. Maybe you should give it another chance?" Hermione hedged awkwardly.
"No, Hermione. She lost that chance when I found her in bed with Dean. And that was after I realized I was gay!"
His friends grew a bit angry, to which he shook them off and looked up to find the grey eyes of Draco Malfoy locked onto his emerald greens.
Huh. Slytherin colours, his mind mused, I never realized…
He was shocked from his thoughts as his vision once more became filled with Red hair and a female form.
"Ginny, I told you no," he growled.
He never saw the narrowed silver eyes, or the angry set of pale rose-red lips. Nor the angry air a certain blond Malfoy heir gave off. Or, the amused glance said blond's parents shared at their sons hostility towards the red-head.
He also never saw the fight coming but come it did.
He didn't know why he did it. Honestly, he didn't! He just knew that this new feeling of…jealousy, was it? Yes, Jealousy, was eating him up as he watched the chit throw herself at Harry over and over again.
Drawing himself from his parents and the Minister, all blissfully aware (or so he hoped) as to his intentions, he stalked over to Potter and the Weasley's plus Granger, slid himself between Weasley number seven and Harry, snaked an arm around the man's waist and possessively (but gently, mind you!) pulled the dark haired man down for a rough kiss. A startled gasp gave him the entrance he needed, and he preceded to slide his tongue into the cavern of Harry's mouth, making to trace each small curve and dip into the heated coral. He smirked inwardly at the inhuman shriek of rage, but felt victorious as he felt Harry's hand sliding into his blond locks, his other hand moving to curl into the fabric of his robes, slightly off center and to close to his abdomen.
Yes, he had claimed his mother's friend as his own. Both were slightly aware of a camera flashing, but neither wanted to break apart.
Unfortunately, they were forced apart by a furious Ginerva Molly Weasley.
"Just WHAT do you think you're doing to MY fiancé, Malfoy?" was shrieked into his ear.
"Excuse me, Weasley?" he retorted coldly, hugging the shorter man tightly to his side. He knew Harry was disoriented, and knew he had developed an odd tick just above his left eye, and his lips were now thin.
"What do you think you're doing, Malfoy, kissing my fiancé?" the chit demanded again, glaring at him.
"I believe I'm kissing MY boyfriend," he growled, half tempted to draw his wand and curse her. Only a gentle squeeze from Harry's hand on his robes, which he still hadn't released, calmed him and settled for a fierce scowl.
"BOYFRIEND?" three red-heads yelled, shrieked or otherwise exclaimed.
By this time, the party was ruined and only Hermione Granger, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy and Kingsley Shacklebolt were amused by the activity.
"Yes, boyfriend, Weasleys. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to go home and tie him up so he can't leave our," he sneered at the Weasley girl, "-bed until I decided to release him. Forgive us," and with that, he pushed past the Weasleys and pulled Harry alongside him, keeping him away from Ginny who made the mistake of reaching out to grab Harry's robe with a furious look on her face.
It appeared Lucius had finally had enough, but he took out his wand and lazily flicked it at her, tying her up and away from Harry as Draco led him away from the group and towards his own parents and the Minister for a quick goodbye before Apperating back to Malfoy Manor.
"Oof! Bloody hell, Draco," Harry yelped. They'd landed in a heap on the floor.
"Mind explaining the kiss and then the act?" the raven asked, once they'd risen from the ground.
Draco turned to him and responded quite coldly, "There is nothing to explain, Potter. Feel free to leave through the front door, and don't return. I'll make sure Mother knows."
With that, he turned away and walked away to Merlin knows where in the manor.
Harry, Draco knew, was left gobsmacked and confused.
Draco didn't see Harry lift a shaking hand to press trembling fingers to swollen lips, nor did he see the lust showing from glazed-over emerald green orbs that watched his back.
'Ello! Avery here! I hope y'all enjoy this! It's a new thing for me, and this is officially the end Author Note! First, I'll start with Narcissa's Dress!
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Second, to the story title!
I chose 'Battlefield Memories' because I wanted to do something as an Eighth year fic that was directly after the war. People always assume the gang went back to Hogwarts, but never did they think about when. Soo… here's a thought; The summer after the war. Classes can still be held in September, with weekend clean up's. A summer of tutelage for the Eighth years, not to mention counceling, and we're good to go! Remember, Harry's dealt with a lot of Trauma, and after the Malfoy's Trial, so is Draco. It's not just every day you get to house a Maniacal Mad Man who calls himself a Dark Lord!
But, the tat's nice at least!
And yes, I am a self-proclaimed Slytherin! Given the way I've grown up..well… you'd have to learn the Slytherin traits in order to survive.
Anyway, back to the story! UNTIL NEXT TIME!
Oh, and please review! I've got cookies! And Draco Malfoy!
Avery Athena Black