Disclaimer: Not mine. Only thing I own is the dream which came over me one night, which resulted this fic. The caracthers belong to JK Rowling, or Las Vegas for that matter.'
Warning: Harry/Draco slash.
Impromptu newly-weds and family feuds
The first thing he noticed was that the covers were slightly warmer. Harry didn't mind, he had been freezing over the summer, which had grown cold ever since Voldemort had showed himself in the Department of Mysteries.
The Dementors had immediately gone over to Voldemort's side, and started to breed, making the summers grow cold.
Harry was used to a mere blanket, something which usually was a blessing in the warm summers, but this year, it was a curse.
Therefore, this thick cover was a much welcomed change.
Harry snuggled himself with more of the priced thing, and discovered that something was holding it back.
Annoyed, he pulled it over himself, and another voice grumbled "Hey, leave some for me!"
Harry froze, and turned to see a pair of tired grey eyes and blond hair.
Harry shrieked in surprise, and tumbled out of the bed, hitting his head on the bedside table before he landed on the hard floor.
He groaned, and rubbed the side of his head, before he slowly rose up, to see the cause of his current distress, or so it would seem. Harry's hand searched frantically for his glasses.
"Looking for this," the voice mocked, and swished… something in the air.
"I don't know, I need my glasses to see that far," Harry said icily, and finally his hands made contact with the glasses, and he gratefully put them on, only to see what he hoped was wrong.
One naked Draco Malfoy was currently lying on his stomach on a king size bed, and playing with Harry's wand.
Harry groaned again. "I have finally lost it. I should go to St. Mungo. Now."
"Oh, don't be that pessimistic. I thought Gryffindors were more… cheerful." Draco smiled sweetly.
Harry really wanted to punch that blond git in the face, badly. "Have you considered that we are both naked, both slept in a king size bed, and we most likely had sex?!"
The blond boy stopped smiling, and stared at his jet haired companion for a second.
"No, I would have remembered if I committed such an act with a half-blood," the latter was said with such venom that Harry was surprised that the blond haired idiot didn't grow fangs on the spot.
Harry looked down for a minute, and picked up an empty bottle of Vodka.
He put it on the bed, just as he found another bottle, this time Bourbon. He picked it up to, just as he found a bottle of half full Dom Peringnong, whatever that was.
"Maybe this has something to do with it?" Harry asked allowed noticing Draco's puzzled expression.
Both boys stared at each other before Malfoy declared, "Well, I'm taking a shower, and then I'll contact my father. You better be gone when he comes, Potter."
"I have no wish to see your father, or any Death Eater for that manner. I want to forget this," Harry scoffed. He waited until Draco had stridden off into the bathroom before he went to find his clothes.
He found two bottles of water, with a tag on it; This water is not here so you can drink. The water in Las Vegas can be bad for your stomach, even in tiny doses. Therefore we recommend you to use this water to brush your teeth. If you have drunken water from the spring and feel ill, please come down to the reception and we will give you medicine.
Okay, so they were in Las Vegas. Good to know where you were at least.
Then he found…
A used condom.
Harry shuddered. No. They had done it. They really had done… it.
Desperately, he went back to his clothes search and found his robes lying in the left corner of the large room, with a stack of paper lying on them.
When he looked closer they resembled professional documents.
With his name along with Malfoy's, saying that they were married now.
Just as the statement dawned to him, he fainted.
He woke some time later, when ice cold water splashed on him, followed by "Get up Potter!"
"NO!" Harry screamed, as he looked around, and found the face of his so called husband hovering over him.
"Potter, I realize that I am still half naked, but you have to see this." Malfoy was wearing black trousers, and was currently dragging him to the bed, and pointed at the video camera. "I found it in the bathroom and happened to touch it and then…" he let the words hang in the air, as he hit the play button.
Harry's eyes widened as he saw what was on the video camera.
"SWEET MERLIN!" Harry yelled as he covered his eyes. "Turn it off!"
The other boy didn't comply, as he continued to watch the videotape with morbid fascination.
"We really were drunk," he said slowly, as both were having an orgasm on the video tape. "I don't remember any of this."
Harry chocked when he saw the video. He tried not to watch as he got dressed.
"I assume you don't remember this either," he stated icily.
Malfoy turned to his arch enemy with a raised eyebrow. The Gryffindor was handing a document to him.
Reluctantly, the blond Slytherin accepted the document, and skimmed through it.
"WE'RE MARRIED NOW?" Malfoy shrieked in surprise and jumped off the bed with the documents, waiving them frantically about.
Harry said nothing as the blond haired boy behaved exactly how he wanted to, running around, screaming, throwing a tantrum.
Harry felt more paralyzed by the fact that he and Draco Malfoy, of all people, had gotten married and had SEX in Vegas. He wanted to thrash out too, like his… husband was doing, but he guessed had to get over the shock first.
"Merlin," Malfoy groaned, as he tripped, and fell down on the floor, panting hard.
Harry nodded woodenly.
"You know what?" the blond haired boy suddenly sat up, with a gleeful look on his face.
Harry shook his head.
"Now we can practice magic without being notified by the Ministry!"
This shook Harry out of his stupor. "Could you say that again?" he inquired politely.
The young Slytherin rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Since we now are married, we can do magic without being prosecuted by the Ministry." He being more patient than the annoying Gryffindor deserved.
Harry stared at his husband for a brief moment. "We can? Cool!" he added after the realization of what he was capable of doing sunk in.
"Potter, are you always this slow?"
Harry smiled at the question. "I'm a bit shocked… husband," he answered, enjoying the look of horror that crossed Malfoy's face.
Malfoy looked like he was deeply disturbed by the sentence. "Don't say that!"
Harry shrugged. "What I find interesting is that neither of us feel like we drank the other night, no Death Eater would be interested with me being able to do magic outside Hogwarts, if not…"
Harry stopped, as something struck him. "Maybe… the headmaster?" he mumbled to himself.
"Eeeeeewwwww!" Malfoy shivered in disgust.
"I agree," Harry said.
"Can we both forget this? I mean, get lost and go on with our lives, me hating you, you hating me?"
"Erm, Malfoy, first off, I'm a Gryffindor. Second, how do you suggest I get away from here without drawing suspicion?" Harry drawled.
"Magic," The other boy suggested half heartedly.
"Don't you think people have noticed that I'm missing?" Harry shot back, more harshly than intended.
Malfoy was about to fire a nasty hex at the Gryffindor, when a hand landed on his shoulder.
"And what are you two doing here?" a silky voice asked with false politeness.
Harry gapped at the man, known as Lucius Malfoy. Where the hell had he come from? He hadn't heard any crack, and he hadn't noticed the door being opened, and secondly there was no fireplace in the room.
"That question is something we want you to answer, if you can father," Draco answered politely. "You see, both of us woke up here with no idea how we got here."
Lucius' grey eyes were locked with his son's for a bit, before his eyes met with the green eyed teenager. "Well, I have no idea," he stated coldly. "I have business associates here in Las Vegas, and they informed me that you two had been seen at this hotel. I wondered what you two were doing here, so I had to see it with my own eyes."
Harry said nothing.
"You two are very lucky," the older man stated. "This city has been tainted for a long time," he finished with a sneer.
"Tainted?" Harry raised his eyebrows in surprise. "How?"
"You don't want to know," Lucius answered coldly, before pulling his son to his feet. "Come along you two!"
Harry trotted out of the room with his wand hidden under the sleeve in his sweater. He liked the idea of being able to use magic, even though he didn't get why he was allowed just because he was married. But it was rather useful.
"Potter, you better say goodbye with your surname," Lucius said. He released Draco from the grip he'd had and was currently pacing in front of them.
Harry frowned at the sentence. "My surname, sir?"
"You are no longer a ," Lucius said, tossing out the statement like they were discussing the weather.
"Excuse me?" Harry sputtered.
Lucius turned, and asked confused; "You didn't see the mail?"
"Mail?" Harry stopped dead in his tracks. "What mail?"
"The Ministry sent you a letter, explaining everything. Didn't you get it?" Lucius' eyes narrowed when Harry told him that he hadn't received any mail that week.
"Really? Well, if that's so, then this isn't the place to discuss this," he growled. He turned on his heels, and both teenagers looked at each other in confusion, before they both followed the elder Malfoy down the hall.
As they all made it to the elevator, Harry clutched his wand even closer. If he told anyone that he didn't fear Lucius Malfoy then he wouldn't lie, because he didn't.
He feared what Lucius Malfoy was capable of.
Minutes later, they all found themselves in a brown room, which could have been cozy if it wasn't for the ugly paintings of dying trees and cities on the walls. The painting were Muggle creations, so at least they didn't hear the paintings scream.
"Well, this shouldn't take too long. Read this, it will explain everything better than I can." Lucius tittered impatiently, while he poured himself a cup of tea from the table on the left. "I would advise you to read the whole thing before you either drink or eat." The statement, although intended as an offhand remark, sounded like a warning coming from Daraco's Father. Harry took the papers with a slightly shaking hand.
Harry shifted in his seat, as he skimmed through the documents he had received.
Dear Lucius Abraxas Malfoy.
It has come to our notice that you are not the only heir of Abraxas Malfoy. Your father left us some documents which were lost twenty years ago, splitting his fortune between his second son and yourself. Your brother, Leo Abraxas Malfoy, was born 31 of July, in 1980. His mother, Lily Potter decided to keep her son, a term Abraxas Malfoy agreed to. However, Lily Potter died on 31 October, 1981. Your father did not take the boy in, so the child was handed to Vernon and Petunia Dursley. Now that Mr. Abraxas Malfoy has deceased, the boy is now your charge, if you want him to be.
Harry stopped reading. He looked up at the neutral face of Lucius Malfoy, his brother. His brother.
Harry shook his head and sighed deeply.
"What does it say?" Draco asked.
"Apparently I'm your uncle," Harry answered woodenly.
Then something struck him. 'Oh shit! I slept with my brother's son! He's so going to kill me when he finds out.'
"WHAT?"
'Draco, please don't say it.' Harry prayed in his mind. 'Please don't.'
"First we find that…" Harry turned sharply, and threw a glare at his husband/nephew clearly saying don't go there.
The looks the boy's shot each did not go unnoticed by Lucius, who quietly ordered, "Draco, come here!"
Draco shot Harry a 'get the hell out of here!' look, before he obediently walked towards his father.
Both locked eyes with each other, while Harry looked horrified and attempted to force his legs to run. But they declined Harry's urgent request, and to Harry's great distress Lucius' face turned from neutral to angry, and from angry to outraged.
The Death Eater forgot all about magic and charged at the terrified boy sitting on the sofa.
Harry barely managed to throw himself off of the sofa before the man could lay a hand on him. Lucius Malfoy ran into the sofa, throwing his cane up in front of him before he could hit the back of the furniture with his chest. The cane snapped in two, and Harry only looked back once before he dashed out of the room.
After that, he didn't look back. He could, however, hear Lucius Mafoy stumble after him. Sooner than Harry would have liked, Lucius was behind him. The two men ran through the street, down the sidewalk, and out of the city itself. The sun slowly began setting, but the two men were oblivious to the dusk starting around them as they ran into dessert.