A Very Public Affair
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Have you heard the latest? Don't tell anyone but … Exposed: Pureblood in baby battle! Suddenly, Harry was the latest Prophet gossip: the boy who'd had an affair with Draco Malfoy, the notorious pureblood, Ex-Death Eater extraordinaire …
Pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley/Blaise Zabini
Categories: Romance, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe (AU)
Author's note: Enjoy!
Chapter One
The brick house stood before him, but Harry felt no sense of familiarity, not even of déjà vu. He walked briskly up to the front door, turned the key in the lock and pushed it open. And it wasn't until he stepped directly into the sitting room, crammed with books, even on the back of the door, with only a small sofa and armchair squeezed in, that the memory came rushing back. He gave a gasp and stood transfixed. It had been six years ago, but the days that he and Draco Malfoy had been here together-the one night he had spent in his arms-were suddenly complete in his mind, vivid and alive. As was the agony that had followed.
Slowly Harry stepped inside the house, hardly glancing at the books he had both come to value. In a trance, he walked up to the small bedroom he had used. The bed was still there, stripped now of its covers, but he could almost feel the force an strength of his hunger for him, the love and comfort he had given in return.
His heart pounded in his ears as he stared down at the bed. His breath came in gasping, unsteady sobs, and he didn't hear the door downstairs open, wasn't aware that there was anyone else in the house until he heard a man's voice call out, "Hello, there. Mr. Evans?"
He whirled with a sick feeling of terror. He mustn't find him in this room. Harry hardly glanced at the man standing in the hall. He knew it was Draco, would have known the deep voice anywhere, He even still heard it in his dreams, his nightmares. Quickly he went down to the stairs where he stood silhouetted by the light from the open door.
"Sorry I wasn't here to meet you," he began. "I'm afraid I got delayed at the Ministry and…" For a moment Harry thought he wasn't going to recognise him, but then his voice faded as his eyes widened.
"Harry? Merlin's beard! It is you."
"I didn't know this was your house," he said defensively. "I never knew the address, where it was."
"No I suppose not." Draco was still staring at him incredulously. "You've changed so much. I hardly knew you."
Avoiding his eyes, unable to look at him directly, Harry moved past him towards the window and said hurriedly, "You'll have to get someone else to do the valuation."
Realising what he was doing, Draco reached out to catch his arm. "But surely-"
A great fear filled him, a terror close to panic, and his voice rose. "Don't you dare touch me!"
Draco gave an astonished laugh. "But this is ridiculous. It was all so long ago, and-" He broke off. Brought up short as he looked directly at him at last and saw the vehement, naked fury in his eyes.
"Get out of my way!" Pushing past him, Harry opened the door to accio his broomstick.
Coming behind him, he called out, "Harry, please wait. Look there's really no need-"
With a quick snap his broom was hovering and he mounted. He went to move forward but had to brake sharply-Draco had moved to stand right in front of him. His face looked hard, determined. "I'm not letting you leave like this, Harry."
His hand tightened on the broom, he held it there, hoping to drown out his words.
With an angry exclamation he came forward, but Harry seized the opportunity and shot away, sending the broomstick hurtling out and into the air. His one thought was to find James and get away from here. Because Draco must never find him, never know he existed. His breath sobbing in his throat, Harry flew out onto the main road and tore down towards the village
James his five-year-old son and the most precious thing in his life, was playing in the garden of the guesthouse where he'd booked a room. Grabbing him, desperately trying to keep his voice calm and not frighten him, he said, "The job's fallen through. We've got to go. Now! We must pack quickly, quickly."
"But, Mama, we've only just-"
But he pulled him inside their room and with a hurried "pack" their things began to assemble themselves, which they'd unpacked only an hour ago, into the trunk. "Come on. Come on." He rushed him downstairs and thrust some galleons into the hands of the astonished landlady. "Sorry, something's come up. We won't be able to stay after all."
Harry threw the case in front of the fireplace and jumped in line. "Quickly, now, James." He bent to pick up James, with one hand and dragged the case and broom with the other. He grasped some Floo Powder ready to throw it in the fireplace. A slow-moving group were saying their farewells and blocking the fireplace. Harry desperately moved around the group, he quickly threw the powder into the fireplace, and it flamed a brilliant green. As they entered the fireplace, he spoke quietly their destination. Draco saw him-and his eyes widened in astonishment as he saw James on his hip-with a spinning rush of emerald flames they disappeared.
PUREBLOOD FIGHTS FOR ACCESS TO LOVE-CHILD
By Rita Skeeter
Draco Malfoy, 23, the entrepreneur who has made a fortune out of his worldwide business empire, has found that money can't buy him what he wants most in the world-a son to carry on his name and inherit his vast fortune. Divorced and childless, with no sign of wishing to marry again, Malfoy looked set for a lonely future until chance took a hand and he met again a man he had known some years ago-and found that he had born him a son!
To his great disappointment, however, the child's 'mother', Mr. Harry James Potter, also known as the boy who lived, an un-known hermaphrodite, 23, has refused to allow the Aristocrat near the boy. It's rumoured he even denied the relationship at first, until it was found that he'd entered Malfoy's name on the birth certificate. The boy, known as James Sirius Potter, is five years old and a pupil at an exclusive school in London, where he lives with his mother.
Draco Malfoy comes from an aristocratic background but showed great business skills from an early age, starting his first company when still at Hogwarts and running that and two more in his seventh year, where he attained N.E.W.T.S in all twelve subjects, the most one can receive. Often called, 'the man with the golden touch', every enterprise Malfoy undertakes seems to pay off. But will he win through this time? He has been forced to go to law to gain access to his, but the boy who lived is said to be fighting him all the way.
What happened between the two to make the hermaphrodite so against him neither will say. Maybe it's because Mr. Potter is a half-blood with mother, Lily (Evans) Potter a Muggle-born witch; his father-who along with his mother was murdered by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named soon after he was born- the aristocrat James Potter. It would be intriguing to find out! We await the outcome of the lawsuit with interest and wish Malfoy-a well known philanthropist-every success.