New Beginnings
Harry had his arms wrapped protectively around his wife and kissed her gingerly on the cheek. He had come to platform 9 ¾ to see his children off to Hogwarts, when he caught sight of Draco Malfoy, his teenage sweetheart, and arch rival. He felt their gaze meet, his face began to feel hot as he blushed, quickly he looked down, breaking the connection between them.
Draco was holding his wife's and sons hand as his eyes met Harry's, he blushed softly, which was obvious upon his pale skin and platinum blonde hair. "Draco... Honey, are you alright?" Pansy asked, he nodded his head, but continued to hold the gaze until Harry broke it off.
Harry turned to his children before they boarded and reassured them all that no matter where they were placed that it was a great honor to be accepted to Hogwarts. He retold them the story where the sorting hat took his thoughts in consideration before placing him in Gryffindor.
Draco kissed his sons cheek and told him that he would see him soon enough, that he had to run to the office for some Auror business to be taken care of. He watched as his wife left to find old friends, most likely to catch up over crumpets and tea. He chuckled to himself, what a British thing to think.
Harry quickly kissed Ginny on the cheek, "Honey, I have a meeting at the office, I'll be home later tonight." Ginny frowned, but hugged her husband goodbye. He threw on his black jacket and headed to work.
Draco went back to the ministry, once again seeing Harry, unexpectedly this time. "Potter." He said sneering, Flashbacks flooded his mind.
"Malfoy." Harry whispered giving a curtly nod.
Draco passed him, grabbing a hidden necklace, "Tu me manques, Mon amour." Which translated from french meant 'I miss you, my love.' Draco always spoke to Harry in french while sweethearts in Hogwarts.
Harry blushed, "My fallen angel, there's not a day that goes by that you don't streak across my mind." he whispered back, while normally he would have recited in parsletongue, but lost the ability when he defeated Voldemort nineteen years ago.
Draco turned away, smiling sweetly. He went to his office, grabbing his things. He ran his fingers through his wispy hair. Sighing loudly he said, "why must everything be difficult?"
Harry stumbled into his office, slamming the door behind him. At his desk, he pulled a secret drawer and grabbed out a picture of them when they were teens. Harry remembered that day... it was one of the best days of his life next to seeing his children born, of course. It was a day at the beach. They were laying on a blanket, Draco held Harry tightly as they laughed. "DAMN YOU FUDGE!" he yelled, pounding his fists on the table.
Several floors down in the ministry, Draco held the same picture, tears slowly sliding down his cheeks. He held the picture against his chest. "My sweet prince... My Gryffindor... My Lion."
Harry kissed the photo and hid it once again. Wiping any tears he had from his eyes, he headed down to the meeting.
Draco stowed the photo into his coat pocket, he locked his office and left. His forearm throbbed slightly, but this was normal. Death eaters were trying to recruit everyone again, he ignored it... All for Harry. At the meeting he sat far from Harry.
Harry glanced down the long table at Draco, wanting him just once more. The young teenager in him yearned for his touch and the secret kisses.
"Potter... May I have the the permission to speak?" he has to tell the aurors of his other job.
Harry Nodded his head, pushing all thoughts of their romance from his mind, "Let the meeting commence, go ahead Mr. Malfoy."
"I will be at Hogwarts for the school year, since I am the new potions masters there. I need your consent." he sneered curtly, running his fingers through his hair.
"And what Information are you hoping to gather there?" Harry asked intrigued.
Draco tensed up, and took off his coat. His tight black sweater showed off this muscular physique. He rolled up his left sleeve to reveal a reddish black dark mark. "I believe that the students are in danger of influence... of joining the newly restored death eaters."
Harry's eyes grew wide. "How can that be possible?! I defeated him twenty years ago!" He protested.
Draco stared at him, then scanning his eyes around the room at the other aurors, "I may not be a death eater anymore, but I know recruitment when I feel it. Yes, Voldemort is dead, but... He left an Heir." He wanted to comfort Harry.
"You have my consent, but I would like a word with you in private after the meeting." Harry swallowed hard, and stared at Draco's tight body, tracing his abs with his eyes.
Draco nodded his head. "Understood, Potter." he rolled his sleeve back down and smirked as he saw Harry gazing at him. He went back to his seat and sat down.
After all loose ends were tied up Harry adjourned the meeting, walking back to his office, where he would meet Draco, in private, for the first time in 20 years.
