Warnings - Yaoi/slash. Mpreg. Wandless magic. DMHP Betrayed but okay Harry.
Disclaimer - Don't own, have no money so you can't claim off me either!
Saturday came and Draco was nervous inside but incredibly excited. He and his mother had meet at Diagon Alley and had quickly gone over their plans before making their way to the ministry. Once at the ministry they were met by a pair of aurors who were to escort them to Azkaban for Lucius Malfoy's funeral.
To fit the occasion they were both dressed in black and Narcissa wore very little jewellery and make-up. They both looked extremely formal however in their beautifully tailored black robes embroidered with silver. Draco held his head high and his jaw was set strong. His blond hair had been left loose and it gently brushed his collar.
The pair were led into a boat to take them to the prison and Draco tugged slightly at one silver glove. Narcissa met his eyes from across the boat and Draco gave her a small barely there smile which she returned.
"It will be okay Draco dear, we will get through this and by three o'clock we shall be home again don't you worry." Draco gave his mother another barely there smile. He really loved is mother.
"Thank you mother." They patiently waited for the boat to arrive at the prison.
Once at the prison the Malfoy's were escorted out the back to the graveyard. As the coffin with Lucius Malfoy in it came into view there was a loud gasp followed by sobbing right on cue. Draco hid a smirk and quickly put on a worried face as he turned to his mother who was beginning to openly weep.
"Mrs Malfoy?" One of the aurors asked hesitantly with a frown marring his features.
"Oh my Lucius! What ever have you done….oh Merlin! Dead…you can't be dead you…" Draco blocked out the rest of his mothers sobs and wrapped his arms around her shoulders pulling her against his chest where she continued to cry gradually getting louder and louder.
"Excuse me sir? But is there somewhere my mother and I can go so she can compose herself in private?"
"Uh…of course Mr Malfoy. Right this way." The auror lead the pair into the prison and into a side door where they were then left inside a room with a few soft chairs. Draco lead his mother over to some chairs and sat down still keeping his arms around her and trying not to wince as his mother got louder and louder with her crying.
"I'll let you have some privacy Mr Malfoy. We shall be waiting right out here when you are ready to begin the ceremony."
"Thank you. This is much appreciated." Draco nodded to the man who left. Once the door had been closed Draco pulled his arms away from his mother and stood up. Giving his mother a meaningful look that made her nod Draco clicked his fingers and Narcissa gave an extra loud cry that drowned out the sound of a house elf popping into the room.
"How can Mibsey be of service sir?" The little house elf asked. Draco smirked at her.
"Take me to Harry Potter's cell Mibsey and please ensure no-one interrupts us or sees us."
"Right away Master Sir. Just be taking Mibseys hand sir and I shall take you there." Mibsey held up her hand and Draco took it refusing to acknowledge that he was holding a servants hand. Still, Mibsey did as she was bid and the next second Draco found himself looking into the cell Harry Potter was being kept in.
"Oi Potter. Are you sane?" Draco called out stepping right up to the bars. He could see Potter now. The teenager was curled up on the floor leaning against the wall hugging his knees to his chest. AS Draco spoke though Harry's head lifted and betrayed green orbs looked up into grey.
"M-Malfoy?" Harry muttered his voice already harsh and hoarse from his screaming at the dementor's torment.
"That's right Potter."
"Why are you here?"
"It's my father's funeral today."
"Oh."
"Anyway, let's not get side tracked from the reason why I'm standing in front of you hm?" Harry gave Draco a confused look and went to open his mouth to speak. Draco held up his hand. "No, don't speak. We haven't got much time and I need you to listen to me very carefully. Can you do that Potter? Can you listen to me?"
"Why should I?" There wasn't any malice in the voice just tiredness and resignation.
"Because I am the only person in the Wizarding world, besides my mother, who believes you innocent…Harry." Harry's eyes instantly became filled with tears and he clutched his legs tighter to him.
"The only? No-one else?" Harry whispered brokenly. Draco shook his head sadly.
"No. No-one else. I don't know who really did it yet but I know it wasn't you."
"How?"
"Because you couldn't kill Voldemort without any remorse. Now then, you need to listen to me very carefully. I can get you out of here. I can get you out and make everyone else believe you are still in here rotting away and having your mind raped by those disgusting creatures."
"You can? Why?"
"I've already told you Potter, because I know you are innocent and I need something from you." Potter frowned slightly and let his legs relax. He moved from where he was sat and instead started to rise to his feet having to grip the wall to keep him steady.
"What do you need from me?"
"I am bound under a contract that, even though my father is dead, continues to haunt my life. I must marry before I turn eighteen and I am quickly running out of time. If I do not marry then my life is either forfeit or I have to marry Pansy Parkinson. Now I'm sure you can see that neither option is particularly appealing. Now you fit into this quite nicely. You see if I can marry someone of my choice then I have something to taunt Pansy with, which is absolutely delightful, and also by me picking someone my spouse and I get full inheritance to the entire Malfoy fortune. I will get all of it including all the properties all over the world.
"Now you fit into this because you are innocent and whilst we may not have gotten along before I wouldn't wish you to rot in this hell hole. No, this place is only fit for the incredibly guilty. My proposition is that I get you out of here and tomorrow morning you and I marry. By being married I can then hide you away in one of the lesser known Malfoy properties where no authorities will be able to track you down and reimprison you. You shall be safely hidden away and enjoy a normal life, without any romances besides me as that could cause your death, and I shall live without being bound to Pansy."
"So you are offering me freedom but I have to marry you?! We don't like each other!"
"On the contrary Potter. I find you fascinating and whilst I admit to not being in love with you I am very fond of you. It is mostly a marriage of convenience Potter. Besides you will get your freedom. You can't like being here."
"This marriage…what does it involve."
"You and I are bound together by a priest and sign into a thirty year contract at the end of which we can get a divorce but not before the thirty years are up. There is to be no affairs on either side of the marriage and if there are any then I am sure you can imagine all the sorts of terrible consequences that will befall the one who has the affair. We shall be bed mates at least once every month for those thirty years. I shall of course not advertise that you are my spouse and you shall not advertise that I am yours. However, since you are a highly hated person you probably shall not be leaving the house at any point."
"Why would you sign away thirty years of your life to being my spouse?"
"You are incredibly powerful and when you are clean you are very handsome, an easy person for me to bed. You wouldn't like all the media and you certainly won't be interested in going to numerous parties. I want a quiet life Potter. I would like a quiet marriage, a quiet home that I can come home to after a day at work. You can offer that to me, you can allow me to be my own person and I can offer you your freedom now and I can get you anything you might need in the future."
"What about love?"
"If that is what you are so concerned with then I can either bade you to wait thirty years to find the love of your life or suggest that we might find it together. I am not exactly a romantic person Potter but I'll admit to hoping to find love in my future too. This will be convenient and my conscience will be clear."
"Malfoy…"
"Potter…Harry, do we have a deal yes or no?" Potter's green eyes studied over Draco's form for a while then he looked back at himself then up to the ceiling with tearing eyes.
"And no-one else believes in me?"
"I'm sorry but no they don't."
"Then thank you M-Draco. For my freedom I will marry you." Draco offered Harry a small sad smile and held his hand out to Harry to shake. Shakily Harry slipped his hand into Draco's and gripped it gently.
"I have a ring for you." Draco said when their hands broke apart. Harry raised his eyebrow slightly in question though a tear did fall from his eye. Draco put his hand into his pocket and pulled out a box. Opening it Draco held it out for Harry to look at.
"I-It's gorgeous M-Draco. Are you sure?" Harry hesitated reaching out to take the ring.
"I am sure. Now put it on." Harry nodded and took the platinum silver band out of the box. The bright emeralds decorating the band shone wildly in the dim light of the cell. Harry slid it onto his ring finger and marvelled at its shiny surface against his skin.
"Malfoy…"
"Harry, I am going to call a house elf who is going to take you to my manor. There you will get cleaned up and I shall expect you to dine with my mother and me this evening. We might as well begin to get to know each other now. Tomorrow morning we shall get married and by the evening tomorrow you shall be hidden away."
"Okay." Harry nodded.
"Mibsey? Take my fiancée to the manor. You and the others know what top do. Make sure nobody but myself and my mother know of him being there."
"Yes sir."
"And Mibsey? Send Bobbins to do his part."
"Yes mister Malfoy sir. Mister Potter taking Mibseys hand and she help you sir."
"Thank you Mibsey and thank you Mal…Draco."
"It will be my pleasure Harry." And Harry disappeared along with Mibsey who then reappeared and took Draco back to his mother before vanishing once again.
Lucius' funeral went off without a hitch and by the end of the ceremony Narcissa had completely calmed down. Both the Malfoys thanked the aurors for their time and made their way back to the boat to go back to the main land. When they were both in the boat Narcissa leaned over and gave Draco a hug allowing her to whisper into his ear.
"Will I be meeting a son-in-law-to-be when we get home?"
"Yes you shall. And he took things extremely well." Narcissa pulled away and gave Draco a kiss to his cheek.
"A huge weight is off our shoulders my dear Draco and I do believe the sun is smiling on us wishing us a happy future. I believe all things shall work out for the best and I also believe that our hearts shall grow as time moves on and we shall smile a lot more." Draco couldn't help it but he did crack a smile at his mother's words. Still smiling he leaned across and gave her a kiss to her cheek.
"Oh I think I believe you."
The pair arrived at the manor and immediately they both went to their rooms to get out of their black mourning clothes. Whilst it was proper for them to remain wearing black for exactly two weeks after a family member's passing, neither of them felt that way inclined. Lucius might have been an important member of their family but he betrayed them and tried to kill them both.
Draco stripped to his underwear then pulled out a set of robes in an ocean blue colour with silver embroidery. Pulling on some expensive shoes made of dragon skin Draco brushed his hair, once again bypassing his gel, and left the room. Marching down to his mothers private rooms Draco knocked and patiently waited for his mother to allow him entrance.
"Come in Draco dear." Draco pushed down on the handle and stepped through the set of white doors. Once inside he saw his mother sat at a vanity table putting a few jade pins into her hair. Narcissa was wearing a very long and elegant dress in a pale jade colour. The dress showed her curves and gave her a sophisticated air. Narcissa turned in her char and met Draco's eyes in the mirror. "You look very nice dear."
"Thank you mother, as do you. I have never seen that dress before."
"Lucius would not let me wear it. However, since he is no longer going to dictate our lives I am free to dress how I see fit. No more greys or blacks if I ca help it dear."
"Very well mother but I happen to look good in those colours." Draco turned his nose up slightly at the thought of wearing all sorts of different colours that weren't black and grey.
"Oh don't mistake me Draco, I never said you couldn't wear them just make sure you wear some sort of colour with them." Draco gave a small smile in reply and inclined his head. Narcissa nodded to herself satisfied at his answer. She stood and brushed down her dress, gave her hair another look over and then turned to look at Draco while tucking her wand into a very thin and elegant wand holder that had been made into the dress using the same soft jade fabric.
"Now then, shall we go and see your fiancée? I must confess to being very anxious to meet him after hearing so many different reports of him."
"Most of what you have heard isn't true I'm sure. Except all that I have said of course."
"But of course." Draco escorted his mother down the half a dozen halls to the rooms they had got the house elves to prepare for Harry. Once they reached the pair of tall and elegant white wood doors Draco raised a hand and knocked lightly on the door. The pair waited and after a few seconds the doors were opened though it was by someone they didn't expect.
"Bibble, where is Harry?"
"H-he's over t-t-there sir." Draco frowned at the house elf who cowered before him. Narcissa sighed and rolled her eyes slightly.
"Thank you, that will be all Bibble."
"Yes Mistress!" And with that the house elf popped out of the room. "Come along Draco."
Draco said nothing but escorted his mother into the rooms. They were in the main room and there were two other rooms adjoining this one and two more rooms off the room to the right. The main room they were in was the reception room where guests could be greeted and could sit to talk with the rooms occupants. The room off that one was a small dining room where one would go to eat. The other rooms were a lounge and relaxing area adjoining a bedroom and bathroom. In the main room was a huge fire in front of which they found Harry.
"Harry?" Harry was sat on the floor right next to the fire and had his hands held out as if trying to warm them. As Draco spoke however Harry turned his head and the Malfoys could see his flushed face.
"My dearest Harry, are you not warm enough yet?" Draco could have sworn Harry's cheeks flushed even more at his mothers words but due to them already being a bright red from the heat Draco couldn't be too sure.
"I am sorry Mrs Malfoy but I guess I have missed the heat." Narcissa gave him a small understanding smile and released er son's arm to take a step towards Harry who was now rising to his feet still looking as shaky as he had earlier but no longer requiring something to help him up.
"None of the formalities please Harry, we are to be family. Just call me Narcissa or even mother if you feel so inclined." Harry offered her a very tiny smile and a longing look entered his eyes. Narcissa seemed to understand what Harry was feeling and, despite having only just met the boy, she stepped forwards and pulled him into a hug. Harry was like stone at first, completely unmoving then with a slight tremble Harry relaxed into the embrace and closed his eyes allowing one small tear to trail down his cheek.
"There there dear." Narcissa pulled back and looked Harry in the eye. "My you did clean up very well didn't you. Yes, I can even see it in your eyes all the innocence and the betrayal stands out plain for all to see."
"Not everyone could see though Mr…m-m-mother." Narcissa gave Harry a brilliant smile at being addressed so.
"Then perhaps we are the only ones smart enough to see true innocence. There is a saying I believe that it takes one to know one and you and I my dearest Harry have a lot in common. Now, how are you taking this unexpected turn of events?" Narcissa lead Harry over to a sofa and sat down still holding his hands in hers.
"Um…I'm doing okay. It's still a shock but I got one of the house elves to bring me a few copies of the daily prophet and even a copy of the quibbler and everything I read seemed to condemn me. The only ones who haven't it seems are you and you have no idea how grateful I am or how much I owe you for this."
"You owe us no debt Harry." Draco said, speaking to Harry for the first time since getting out of the prison. "Any debt you did owe us was paid the moment you agreed to this marriage. It is a long contract and an unbreakable one until the thirty years are up."
"Yes. Um about that…" Draco felt himself tense as if expecting refusal from Harry and he immediately felt himself get ready to argue with the raven haired savoir. "What exactly does the marriage entail? I mean, I know you told me about it in Azkaban but…well I-I…I've never been with a man before. Hell, I've not even been with a woman! What exactly is expected of me? I don't know what to do!" Draco felt all his anger deflate and any animosity he had been brewing quickly vanished and in its place was what Draco somehow knew to be joy and excitement.
"You've never…" Narcissa started before Draco could speak. "But I thought for sure a person with your standing in life had several admirers and conquests…"
"I'm afraid I am not that type of person Mrs Malfoy…I had a few girlfriends but they usually came after me for my fame and the only one who didn't fell in love 3with somebody else and now both she and him are dead." Narcissa stared hard at Harry for a moment before looking to meet Draco's gaze.
"Well I'm not sure who the best person to talk about those sorts of things will be. I suppose I'll leave it up to you to chose. Would you rather have all the mechanics explained by me or by Draco?"
"The mechanics? Of what? What do you mean?" Narcissa and Draco stared at him both of them completely amazed. Then Draco gave a loud burst of laughter that he had to try and stifle at the confused look he got from Harry and the annoyed look he got from his mother.
"Well mother, perhaps this sort of talk would be better coming from you. I shall just be in my rooms doing my homework." Draco bowed slightly smirking and left the room closing the doors behind him.
In all truth as much as Draco found that little tid bit of information completely amusing it also worried him and excite him. Harry, it seemed, was completely innocent not just for the crimes he was accused of but of nearly everything in life. The savoir of the Wizarding World was a virgin and was going to become a Malfoy. Draco smirked to himself as he opened the doors to his rooms and strode over to his desk. He couldn't imagine what tomorrow would be like. AS well as Harry seemed to be accepting things today he wondered how long it would take for Harry to finally come to himself again or whether Harry would always be this subdued.