A/N: So I thought I'd post another chapter to make up for the time between this weekends chapters and the ones before. This is quite an emotional roller coaster chapter and has some sexy goodness too ;) Oh, and we just might get more details about Cassius. Just might. Kind of a big revelation... Enjoy!
Chapter 22: So Many Emotions
Draco found his mother standing in her study that looked quite similar to the way his father had it. She moved a frame to the side and tapped the safe three times with her wand before it clicked open. She pulled out a huge stack of parchment out of the safe and turned to slam it onto the desk. "Lucius asked me to destroy these when he went to Azkaban. I didn't listen. These are all the people that your father dealt with as Lucius or Cassius. Enjoy," she said snidely. She started to walk towards the door, but Draco reached out and grabbed her arm. He had never done that before.
He stared down at his hand gripping her arm with wide eyes. Narcissa slowly turned to look up at him, anger flashing in her eyes. He let go and looked down sheepishly. "Mother, I'm sorry, but I don't understand what you're so angry about," Draco said apologetically.
Narcissa turned to face him, massaging her arm. "You are an idiot, Draco. Do you honestly think that he loves you? That once this man is caught, he'll want anything to do with you? I taught you better than that!"
Draco glared at her. "You don't know him like I do. He wouldn't do that. He does love me. We will be together after this is all over," Draco replied.
Narcissa shook her head. "There is no way that you will get out of this. Those aurors will find some reason to put you in Azkaban like your father and Potter won't be able to stop it nor will he want to," she declared.
Draco stared at her. He had no idea where this anger was coming from. His mother had been just as grateful as everyone else that Harry had killed Voldemort. Why was she treating him so horribly now? "You're wrong," Draco stated. He walked over to the desk and picked up the parchments. "You're wrong, mother," he repeated as he stormed past her and back out into the sitting room. Harry was standing again by the mantle they had come in at. He was looking at a picture of Draco a year after Voldemort had died. He had a loving smile on his face as he looked down at him. There was no way this man would turn him over to the aurors or throw him to the curb once this was all over. There was no way.
Draco walked over to him. "Let's go, love," he said as he reached for the floo powder. Harry looked up at him and could tell it hadn't gone well with his mother.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
Draco shrugged. "It's fine. Let's just go," he replied. Harry frowned at him and reached out to pull him into a hug. Draco buried his face in his shoulder. Harry held him close for a moment. He had closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them again. His eyes met the gaze of Narcissa. She looked at him through a narrowed gaze, but then she cocked her head to the side thoughtfully, her face softening ever so slightly before she turned and disappeared. Harry didn't know what her deal was, but it made him uncomfortable.
Draco sighed and stepped back from Harry. He took his hand and they stepped into the floo, calling out their destination.
As soon as they had returned to Harry's home, Draco kissed Harry on the cheek and left, shuttering himself up in his room. Harry sighed and left his untraceable room. He walked down the hall towards his room. Draco had handed him the stack of parchment before going to his room. Harry set them on his desk and changed out of his clothes into some pajama pants and a t-shirt. He pulled up his seat to the desk and started to look through the papers. There were several documents in there that he had to sift through. He started with splitting them into Lucius piles and Cassius piles. The Cassius pile was much smaller than the Lucius pile and he found that to be promising.
He noted that Lucius was meticulous when it came to his records. He had written down every last piece of his exchange with each person he dealt with. The time, place, date, clothes that they were both wearing, what they traded or worked on, and he wrote down a counter argument for why he was there, an alibi of sorts, for every person in case he was ever caught. He had to give the man credit, he covered his arse.
A lot of the people that were in the Cassius pile, Harry had heard of. He knew many of them were either dead or in Azkaban and moved them to a separate pile. He came across one man that Lucius had noted he could be his long lost brother. He didn't imagine that this task could be that easy. Could he really have found the man that had tried to kill him, that easily? Harry scanned the paper and when his eyes fell on the name, he gasped and dropped the paper.
He pushed away from the desk and stood up, beginning to pace. Could it be possible? Why would he do that? Harry's mind was filled with questions. It didn't make sense. He walked out of his room and moved as quickly as he could to Draco's room. He knocked, but didn't receive an answer. He knocked again, but heard nothing in response. He was a bit concerned so he tried the knob and it opened. Draco wasn't in his room, but he heard the shower running. He stepped over to the closed door and knocked. He heard a muffled noise in there that sounded almost like crying. "Draco?" he called concern clear in his voice.
The shower turned off and Harry stepped back as he heard the knob start to rattle. Draco opened it and steam came out of the room. He had a towel placed around his waist and his hair was dripping slightly, Harry's mouth had gone dry. His eyes moved slowly up and down Draco's form. He felt his mouth regain its moisture and then some. He must have been drooling. Draco was absolutely gorgeous.
Draco looked at Harry. He felt conflicted and he knew that he shouldn't be, but he couldn't shake what his mother had said to him. He had been crying in the bathroom. He gave in to his deep fear that Harry would leave him after this was all over. He didn't want that nor could he imagine his life without him in it. Not again. He moved towards Harry who appeared to have forgotten exactly what he was doing in his room. Harry looked up at him with wide eyes and Draco could tell how nervous he was.
Draco reached for his towel and untied it, letting it drop to the floor. Harry gasped and looked down at his newly exposed cock and his mouth dropped open in awe. It had to be the most wonderful thing he had ever seen. He brought his eyes away for long enough to see the predatory look in Draco's eyes. He was instantly hard. His mind had gone blank for why exactly he had come in there in the first place. All he could think about right now is how Draco would feel against his own naked body.
"Draco…" Harry tried. His voice was too quiet, but Draco heard him and moved closer to him. He reached out and looped an arm around Harry's waist and pulled him towards him. Their bodies met and Draco could feel how hard Harry was through his pants and knew that he alone had caused that. He leaned down and crushed his lips against Harry's, possessing him. He brought a hand around and placed it against Harry's arse, pushing him into Draco's hardening cock. Harry let out a feeble cry as his body turned to jelly in Draco's hold.
Draco left Harry's lips and moved to his neck, and shoulder. He reached around with his hands and hooked them under Harry's shirt, pulling it up and over his head. He moved back to Harry's lips in a bruising kiss, delving his tongue into the depths of Harry's mouth. Harry had brought his hands up and into Draco's hair and pulled on it in his desperate attempt to gain some control. Draco broke their kiss and at the same time he pulled on Harry's waist band, pulling his pants and boxers down. He was now naked before him and Draco's eyes feasted on the beauty that was all Harry. He was kneeling before him, looking up his calf and to his thigh slowly, his eyes zeroing in on Harry's erect cock. He wanted to taste him. He leaned forward and took Harry into his mouth. Harry gasped and nearly lost his balance had it not been for Draco's shoulder to support him.
Harry moaned as Draco's tongue moved over every inch of him. Licking underneath and above and especially his tip. He had never felt so good in his life. Draco let go of Harry and stood. Harry let out a growl at the loss of Draco's mouth around his cock, but it was soon swallowed up by Draco's mouth again as he kissed him deeply. Their tongues lashed as they moved towards the bed. Harry couldn't think straight, but if he could have, he would have slowed them down or something because he knew that something was wrong with Draco. He didn't want this to happen if something was wrong. However, he couldn't think straight so he allowed Draco to continue ravaging him. There would be time for thinking later.
Harry's knees hit the bed and he collapsed backwards, Draco falling on top of him. Their kiss barely broke before Draco was on him again. Harry was moving up towards the head of the bed, Draco following him every step of the way. Merlin, he was so damn good. Draco continued to kiss him and rocked his hips against Harry. Their painfully erect cocks kept rubbing against each other in such a way that it was becoming harder and harder for Harry to hold off on coming.
"Draco, please, wait," Harry said breathlessly, his mind finally catching up to what was happening.
"No, I can't," Draco practically sobbed. Harry scrunched his brows in confusion.
"Draco, stop," he insisted. He pushed against Draco's chest and Draco resisted at first, but then Harry pushed harder and he finally backed off, rolling up and away from Harry, settling at the foot of the bed, his head in his hands. Harry stared at him in confusion and concern. This wasn't like him. He never expected him to be this aggressive and this emotional. He could hear him sniffling. "Draco, what is going on?" he asked. He sat up and moved next to Draco. He reached out and touched his leg and he leaned forward to kiss Draco's shoulder tenderly.
"Gods, I'm being ridiculous. I'm sorry, Harry, I shouldn't have done that," he replied his voice cracking.
"Tell me what is going on," Harry asked again, quietly.
Draco sighed and lifted his head. He was staring at the towel that was lying on the floor. "My mother said that I was an idiot for falling in love with you," he began.
Harry felt his anger spike at this. "Why would she say that?" he asked through gritted teeth.
"She thinks that once this is all over you'll either turn me over to the aurors or kick me to the curb. Either way, you and I won't be together anymore," he replied.
Harry bristled at this. "And you believed her?" he demanded. He moved away from him slightly.
Draco looked over at him, his eyes desperate for him to listen. "No, not exactly. She didn't say anything that I wasn't already fearing deep down. Harry, I've never felt this way before. I've never been in love. Here I am; I've fallen in love with my childhood nemesis. A man I tormented every moment I could during school. How could I possibly deserve to have you? How could you possibly want me longer than the time you needed me?" he questioned, sadness and remorse in his voice.
Harry stared at him. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He was going to want Draco long after all of this was over. He had never felt more complete than he did with him. How could he possibly throw that away? "Draco, listen. You don't need to worry about that. I want to be with you. Today, tomorrow, next year, in ten years, until death. I am not going anywhere. Don't listen to your mother. Don't listen to your inner fear. I'm not going anywhere. I'm not turning you over to the aurors or kicking you to the curb. I'm going to be with you. I've never wanted anything more in my life. I told you that I loved you and that is not something I just throw out there. Please believe me," Harry implored.
Draco had a few tears trickling down his face. He turned so that he was facing Harry more fully. He leaned forward and kissed him gently. "I'm sorry," Draco replied quietly again as he broke their kiss.
Harry frowned at him. "Draco, why was your mother so awful towards me, towards us today? I could have sworn that we had been fine after the battle and everything. I mean she saved me," Harry replied.
Draco frowned. "I'm not sure. She never spoke ill of you after the war. I guess she was under this notion that I was straight and going to provide her with lots of grandchildren. She might still have the ideals that my father had and she's disappointed. She might be concerned about my safety. After all, if something were to happen to me, she would be all alone. She would literally have no one. You do tend to attract danger," Draco explained he winked at him with his last comment.
Harry shoved him in the shoulder, but grinned. "You're probably right. I'll talk with her soon," Harry stated.
Draco's eyes widened. "You're a brave soul to deal with her wrath," he pointed out.
Harry shrugged. "I like danger, what can I say?" he joked. Draco knew that wasn't true, but didn't comment.
He glanced down at his lap, realizing that he was naked. He blushed and stood up. He walked over to his towel and picked it up and then picked up Harry's clothes and gave them to him. He was blushing still as he walked away, towel drying his hair. Harry watched him the entire time. He truly couldn't get enough of how he looked, amongst other things. He was trying not to be slightly hurt by his worry, but he supposed the same thought had crossed his mind too. He got his clothes on and waited for Draco to return from his bathroom. He sat on his bed as their heated make out session came back to the forefront of his mind. He smiled and blushed as he remembered.
"Harry, I am sorry, for earlier. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," Draco said as he came out of the bathroom wearing something similar to Harry's pajamas.
Harry grinned. "Were we involved in the same thing? Did you not feel me?" he questioned.
Draco blushed. "Well, yes, I did," he responded quietly.
Harry grinned further. "I quite liked it. I didn't realize you could get so aggressive in that way. I didn't know that I would like it either."
Draco started to laugh and shook his head. He came over to the bed and pushed Harry back towards the head of his bed. He had a slight predatory look in his eyes again that made Harry gulp audibly. Draco leaned forward slowly and Harry couldn't help, but squirm beneath him. Draco kissed him tenderly again. He settled on top of Harry who welcomed the weight. They aligned perfectly. Harry couldn't ignore that.
"I love you," Harry whispered against Draco's lips.
Draco smiled and leaned back slightly. "I love you too," he replied. He kissed Harry once more and then moved off of him to settle next to him. He was on his side facing Harry who in turn moved to his side to face Draco. "What did you originally come in here for?" Draco asked as he reached out to place his hand over Harry's.
Harry frowned for a moment. "Oh, I started looking through those papers. I separated the documents into a Lucius pile and a Cassius pile. I found something that I'm not sure I want to believe and I'm not sure it should be this easy," he replied.
Draco scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. "What did you find?"
"Well, your father was very meticulous in his note taking. He made a note on one of the papers, as Cassius, that stated that this man could be a long lost brother. He took extra notes it seemed on this one over the other ones. He had never dealt with the man before so maybe that's why. Anyway, I came across his name and you're not going to believe this Draco," Harry stopped for a moment, still having a hard time wrapping his own mind around it.
"What?" Draco asked.
"It's the Deputy Minister of Magic," Harry replied.