A/N: Heeyy... I'm so sorry I haven't posted but things have gotten a bit crazy lately. I was also too scared to post this chapter because I didn't find it good enough... Anyway, enjoy nonetheless.

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Chapter 10

Harry was still sat on the couch as Draco and Andromeda were helping each other fix the table and put all the plates on the table. He was sitting cross legged; his head was leaned back against the couch and tilted towards the ceiling, sighing softly. It was only 5 pm, they had plenty of time till midnight.

He closed his eyes and breathed slowly for a few minutes, needing to calm his nerves. He'd never said those things to anyone else, and he had no idea why he'd said them to Draco, but he had, and now the memories wouldn't stop flooding his head.

He winced as he felt a hard grip on his arm, looking down to see the cause of it. Teddy was gripping his hand tightly, looking up to him, his other hand reaching out for Harry.

"What's wrong, cub?" he asked softly and pulled him on his lap, gently hugging him.

"Daaa!" Teddy replied and Harry chuckled.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

Teddy's eyes seemed to shine and he reached more for Harry. "Aa!" he called.

Harry smiled and stood up, holding Teddy against his chest with his arm securely wrapped around him. "Someone's hungry." He said as he went into the kitchen.

Andromeda chuckled. "He'll have to wait, I need to get the steaks out of the fire first." She grinned and took hold of the tongs, flipping the steaks.

Draco was leaning against the counter, watching with interest as she cooked the food. The table was already equipped with paper towels and cutlery. There were five chairs around the table, but a white high baby chair stood out the most between the dark oak chairs and table. The linen tablecloth was neatly placed over, the plates all shining on the table. The sun was already low, beginning to set.

Harry looked back into the kitchen, finding Draco staring at him. "What?" he asked.

Draco seemed to want to say something but he dismissed it, shaking his head.

"You two get the big plates, and someone bring me the dishes to put the steaks in." Andromeda instructed.

Harry took the roasted potatoes with one hand, still holding Teddy with the other, and Draco got the bread and sauce cups. They both placed them on the table accordingly and shared a look again. Draco's mouth seemed to open only to close.

"I'm assuming you want to say something that's connected to what we talked about before?" Harry said softly.

Draco nodded. "We'll talk more when we're back at school." He said.

Harry agreed. It was better that way.

They both went back into the kitchen, helping with the rest; Draco brought a big jug of water and almost crashed into Harry. "Sorry." He muttered as he walked to the table.

"Something seems to be troubling him." Andromeda said quietly as she took the steaks out from the fire and put them on a plate. She handed the plate to Harry and he nodded. "Yeah." He hummed.

He handed the steaks to Draco and went to help with whatever was left, and soon they all settled on the table. Harry sat next to Teddy, across from Andromeda and Draco, so he could feed him.

Andromeda thanked them for coming over before they all started eating. Draco started cutting his steak and reached for some potatoes whilst Andromeda helped Harry with Teddy's bib.

"Are you sure you don't want me to feed him? I only started feeding him solid food a week ago, he's been responding very good to it." She said.

Harry shook his head. "I'm fine, I've looked after babies before." He said with a smile as he stroked Teddy's hair, giving him a potato with the plastic spoon Andromeda had for Teddy.

Teddy opened his mouth and made a keening noise as he started eating the potato, getting a bit on the edges of his mouth.

"You're really good with babies." Draco noted.

Harry shrugged. "I've babysat a lot for Muggle neighbours in the past, that's all." He said as he started eating from the potatoes he'd served for himself, picking a few small ones and putting them in Teddy's plate.

Draco seemed interested in the subject. "Why?" he asked.

Harry sighed as he poked his steak, getting his glass and drinking some water. The sun had already set by that time and the darkness made it impossible to see anything outside. The lights flickered as Andromeda made them brighter with a flick of her wand.

"I needed the money. The Dursley's wouldn't give me any money to get things for myself. Whenever I could, I got small jobs for the neighbours so I could have some money to leave from the house, but I never had enough. They either stole it away from me or I bought something to eat for myself when I was sent for shopping," He muttered as he started eating.

Draco had no idea that it had been that way for him. "So, they didn't treat you very well?" he asked.

Harry shook his head, refusing to look at him. "Not particularly." He replied, biting into a piece of steak.

Draco was persistent. "Yeah, but why did they do that?" he asked.

Harry's body seemed to be gradually getting stiffer, his hand tensing around his fork.

Teddy decided to cut in by calling out for Harry again. "F-Fooo..." he said, drooling a bit.

"He's very talkative today, aren't you little cub?" Harry sighed and put another potato in the spoon, offering it to Teddy. The baby started chewing the potato with a focused look on his face.

Andromeda smiled. "He's such a sweetheart. He reminds me so much of Nymphadora..." she said and sighed.

Harry hummed. "He's a lot like her. But he's got a lot of Remus's characteristics, like his eyes," he added.

Draco sighed. He knew he should've probably kept his mouth shut about everything, but the questions were starting to eat him alive. There was so much of Harry's past he didn't know of. He always took for granted that what he saw at school was what was happening at home as well. He remembered just how cheerful Harry was in his first year, and as the years progressed Harry became more and more mature and quiet for his age. He knew that was due to the fact that a lot of people had died, wishing he could talk with Harry about it a bit more.

The conversation picked up again after a while, with everyone silently eating. They talked about various topics, and Draco made an effort to get to know his aunt a little better.

"So, how's Minerva McGonagal? I heard she's Headmistress now, but I never got the chance to send her an owl it seems." Andromeda said, drinking some wine she'd poured for herself.

"She's doing alright. Dealing with everything on her own, you know." Draco said gently.

Andromeda nodded. "Understandable. It's not easy being placed in the place of someone irreplaceable." She said.

Draco hummed. "Yeah, but she's irreplaceable in her own way as well. There's no teacher or headmistress like her," He replied.

Andromeda chuckled. "You're right."

Draco looked around at the room and sighed, leaning back on his chair. "I'm full," he announced.

"Yeah same," Harry murmured in agreement, looking over at Teddy. He was still lively and shaking his hands towards Harry, this time asking to be picked up.

"Looks like it's time for his evening nap. I'll go put him to sleep," Andromeda said and stood, waving her wand at the dishes and making them go in the sink, putting away all the leftovers in one plate. She then took Teddy out of his chair and held him with his face on her shoulder, lightly patting his back.

Harry smiled fondly as she turned to walk away and he saw Teddy burping softly before sleepily rubbing his one eye.

Draco watched as Andromeda walked away, before turning his attention to Harry again.
"You really are bonded with him," he remarked.

Harry turned to look at him. "He's like my little brother," He said and stood up, walking out of the kitchen and going in the living room.

Draco followed him, sitting down on the couch next to Harry. They both sat on two ends of the couch, looking at the fire in front of them. Draco looked around in the living room. It was decorated lightly and with aesthetically appealing items. The wall was painted a warm cream shade of beige, and a large portrait was hanging from it, showing Andromeda with her husband and daughter. Draco sighed, and kept looking around the living room. The fireplace was still lit, warming the living room nicely and a big window was right across from the living room. The room was quite big, so when Draco saw the piano sitting right in front of the window, he wasn't surprised. He sat up, walking towards it.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked as he turned his head, following Draco with his eyes.

"I'm going to play the piano," Draco said, as if stating the obvious. Well, it was quite obvious to him.

He sat down in front of the piano, gently opening its fallboard. He stretched out his arms and closed his eyes. He started playing, letting his fingers do the work. Ever since he was little he'd been recquired to learn two things. Learn French, and play the piano. Since his family followed the aristocratic values, they made sure he got excellent knowledge of both. He was fluent in French by the age of five years old, and he used to learn a lot of classical Muggle pieces in his free time. Even though his parents had forced on him to hate Muggles and Muggleborns, he couldn't stop falling in love with the way they created music and literature so very elegantly. He became a fan of literature during his fourth year at Hogwarts, when he stumbled upon a novel that he found very interesting. The book talked about a dystopian world where the protagonist lives in a province that exists in a world of omnipresent government surveillance that manipulates the public and is governed by a political system that persecutes individualism and independent thinking. It was of course written by a Muggle author, so Draco had to keep it hidden. When his father found out, he set his copy of the book on fire, telling him to stop reading "muggle crap" and gave him a book about Dark Magic instead. Draco had no option besides obeying, and he soon found himself getting intrigued more and more by Dark Magic and the power it held. Although, by the time he reached the age of sixteen, he had started to understand a lot more. He was cunning and always after power, but he realized that the power he was after was deadly. He started fearing for his life so much that every step he took he had to look if someone was following him.

He eventually moved on from the prejudices and beliefs his father had forced upon him, and finally became his own person, starting to form his own. He was still stubborn and eager to learn, making himself competent in order to become a proper Healer. He had acquired the habit of wanting to learn and sometimes he laughed at himself for resembling Ravenclaws.

He continued playing, his whole body moving with the rhythm and he opened his eyes, seeing Harry standing by the piano and looking at him in awe.

"That's beautiful," the Gryffindor said and Draco felt himself blush.

"It's Chopin," he replied, smiling as he kept playing the piece he'd chosen. Nocturne in E flat major, by Frederic Chopin; probably one of his favourite classical pieces.

He decided to finish the piece and then switch to Beethoven. "Ever heard of him before?" Draco asked as he kept playing.

Harry shook his head negatively. "My uncle and aunt only allowed me limited television time. And they never seemed to enjoy music of this kind." He shrugged.

Draco sighed. "It's classical music, Muggle as well. I'm surprised," He murmured as he finished the piece with a sigh of contentment. He began playing a piece by Beethoven, Moonlight Sonata. He also really loved that piece.

"What's this one?" Harry asked, moving to sit on the couch as he listened to the piano.

"Beethoven." Draco replied as his fingers started gliding on the piano, seeming to dance over the keys as he focused.

Harry was looking at him in awe. He felt such a strong connection to the piece Draco was playing, because it sounded so much like his feelings. He could never express how he felt, but this piece felt like it understood how he felt. He closed his eyes and kept listening as Draco played.

The blond kept going from piece to piece, playing all of the songs based purely on memory and nothing else to guide him. He was glad he could do that, though. It'd been so long since he'd played, and he'd missed it a lot. He soon switched to Schubert, playing a more intense piece.

Andromeda had just come in the living room as Draco was getting to a part that was quite loud. "I didn't know you could play..." she said as she walked up to Draco and looked at him.

He stopped playing and smiled. "I learnt from a young age. I've been playing since I was seven years old."

She smiled and nodded. "Teddy's asleep; I read to him the book you sent him last month." She said, talking to Harry.

Harry seemed pleased. "I'm glad I could be of help," he said.

Draco kept playing the piano for a while, his fingers flying tirelessly from key to key. He was content. His brain was beginning to relax, starting to feel better about playing music. He then thought of something referring to their previous talk.

"You said you don't know classical music, yet that time, in the Room of Requirement, you had Tchaikovsky playing on a record," Draco said softly.

Harry looked up and stayed silent for a second. "Oh, you mean that. I just asked for some calm music from the room, that's all," he explained.

Draco made a sigh of understanding.

After a chat with Andromeda, they were left alone with each other. Harry began thinking about the previous night again, rubbing his temples.

"Honestly..." he murmured to himself, sighing.

Draco looked up. "Everything alright?" he asked.

"Yeah, yeah," Harry replied.

The music stopped and Harry could hear footsteps approaching him. "Do you want to go back?" the blond asked, sitting down next to Harry.

"It's barely seven in the afternoon." Harry said.

"Well, that doesn't change the fact that maybe you need some rest. It's been a load of eventful days, Andromeda will understand if you explain that you're tired." Draco said.

Harry looked at him. "How do you know?" he asked.

"Well, you must've gone to the party last night, right? And I reckon you weren't able to rest after what happened the past few weeks either," the blond replied.

Harry nodded, his heart beat increasing. Thinking about the party made him think about Draco's lips. He wanted to steal another kiss away, but how would he explain that he had faked an identity and that their kiss had made him feel something after a long time? It'd made him feel something besides emptiness. He wasn't sure in the first place how Draco would react about him knowing of his sexuality. And he wasn't sure if Draco even saw him that way. He probably thought of him as nothing more than a patient, a person he needed to heal in order to gain experience with real life patients. What if that was it?

Harry sighed to himself. Why had he started thinking like that anyway? He wasn't in love. In fact, he wasn't even sure what love was. He just wanted to be honest. He want to come out, tell the truth to Draco so he could stop feeling so guilty.

He swallowed, taking a deep breath.

"I have to tell you something..." Harry started, his heartbeat increasing rapidly.

Draco hummed. "Go ahead," he encouraged.

Harry opened his mouth to say it, but at that time the fireplace roared, making them both jump in their seats and turn to look at it. Harry's heartbeat was fast, making his shirt move and threatening to rip through his shirt.

"Andromeda?" a familiar female voice called and Harry stood, moving towards the fireplace.

"Mrs Weasley?" he said quietly.

Molly looked at him with a huge grin. "Harry! It's been such a long time dear, how have you been?" she said and smiled at him.

"I've been good. How's everyone?" he asked with a polite smile.

"Arthur's been very busy with work, as usual, and everyone else is just as you know them. Ron is with Charlie, George is running the shop and Percy is helping him out, Ginny is taking a break from everything," Molly said.

Harry hummed. "How's Bill and Fleur?" he then asked.

"Oh right I forgot to tell you! They're having a baby, Fleur's pregnant." She announced happily. "That's what I wanted to tell Andromeda actually, I'm becoming a grandma." She laughed.

The sound of footsteps were heard, and soon Andromeda reached the fireplace. "Molly, what a lovely surprise!" She said.

"Andromeda, did you hear? Fleur's pregnant. The baby's due in May." She said excitedly.

"Oh that's wonderful." Andromeda smiled. "Teddy will have a little cousin to play with after all," she said.

Molly smiled. "It was good talking to you, I have to go now! Bye!" she said.

Andromeda waved by and Harry stood up again. "Firecalls are just faster, right?" he said.

"Yeah. I'll go check up on Teddy, you boys can stay as long as you want," she said with a smile.

Harry sat back down, sighing. "Another baby, huh?" he said. His heart beat starting calming.

"Yeah, that sounds like fun. Not," Draco chuckled. He bit his lip and Harry swallowed hard. "So, you wanted to tell me about something?" he said.

Harry shook his head. "Doesn't matter anymore. Do you want to head back? I want to take a nap." He lied. He couldn't just blurt it out, there was no way.

"Alright," Draco said, getting up and searching for Andromeda. As soon as he found her he greeted her and explained that he had some homework left to do and that he'd had a lovely time. Andromeda hugged him tightly and told him she was glad he'd met him, and that he looked a lot like his mother. She also told him to write to Narcissa if possible, and tell her that she would love to speak with her, now that the war was over. Draco promised and hugged her again, feeling a wave of relief.

He went back to Harry, finding him already by the fireplace. "Let's go," he said and grabbed a handful of Floo powder.

Harry did the same, stepping in the fireplace first after putting it out and saying loud and clear the name of the fireplace at McGonagal's office.

The two of them fell on the carpet of the office, dusty and shaken up from the transportation.

"You're back. Off to your dorms then," McGonagal said.

"Andromeda sent her greetings," Draco said gently.

McGonagal smiled. "Thank you. Rest well, both of you." she said.

Draco nodded and walked away with Harry following him.

It was still eating Harry alive. Now even the sight of his lips would make him stir. What was the matter with him anyway? He knew he'd been obsessed with Draco for years, especially in sixth year, when he just couldn't exactly figure out what was going on with the blond.

He rubbed his forehead, groaning.

"Harry?" Draco asked, stopping at his heel on a set of stairs.

"I'm fine, just a headache. I need to get to bed, that's all," He lied. He just couldn't handle thinking about it any longer. It just messed up his head.

They soon reached the dorm and Harry went straight for his trunk, grabbing a change of clothes. Draco was sitting on his bed, watching him –probably to make sure he was okay-, and so Harry starting changing in front of him.

Draco was looking at Harry, worried over the Gryffindor. "Want me to get you some tea?" he asked.

"No thanks, I'm alright," Harry said, taking off his shirt.

Draco's eyes travelled up on Harry's back and then he spotted it. His heart started beating fast as he stood up. This had to be a mistake. This had to be a mistake, right?

"Harry..." he whispered, reaching out to touch on his back, between his shoulders.

"What?" Harry asked in a quiet voice.

"It was you."

Draco's heart stopped as he uttered those words, and for a second only their ragged breathing was heard. Harry had no idea what had dawned upon Draco regarding the marks on his back.

"It was you," he repeated.

Draco was tracing his finger on Harry's back, slowly touching the marks. "No way..." he whispered, backing away.

Harry turned to look at him, trying to figure out a way to respond to that. He had no idea what Draco was going on about.

"You... It can't be you," Draco said, not being able to form a coherent sentence.

Harry lifted his hand, slowly reaching out for Draco. "What did I do?" he breathed.

Draco felt as if his mind was going to explode. The marks on Harry's back were scratch marks. The exact same scratch marks Draco had given the guy he'd had a one night stand with, the guy that was standing in front of him; Harry.

He couldn't believe it.

"You're the guy I had sex with last night." Draco said.

Harry's eyes widened and he lost his balance, almost falling back. "No way..."

"So you... Did you know it was me when you were fucking me?" Draco said in a small whisper. His whole body was frozen.

"No, no I didn't," Harry said, in much the same shock as Draco was.

"Then why? Why were you so gentle? If you thought it was a stranger, why were you so fucking gentle?!" Draco exclaimed, wrapping his arms around himself. "The world isn't gentle! It's never been gentle, especially to you!" he exclaimed, tears making their way up to his eyes.

"I don't know what you mean..." Harry replied.

"One night stands aren't supposed to feel like you're making love. Why, Harry?" he asked.

Harry couldn't read him. He seemed upset, but he wasn't sure over what. "I'm sorry."

"Did you find me during the party?" Draco then asked.

Harry gulped. "I was John,"

Draco cursed loudly and sat on his bed, clutching his knees to his chest. "Leave me alone, Potter, please. Just nap or something, I don't bloody care. Leave me the fuck alone." He said angrily, pulling his curtains closed.

Harry felt as if a huge knot had tied itself in his throat. He fell back on his bed, drawing the curtains to close as well, and laid on his bed. Why did he feel so empty again? He should've felt happy that he'd gotten it out of his chest now, right?

Then why did he feel as if he'd screwed up? Why did he feel as if he'd just immensely hurt Draco over and over? He knew this was bound to happen. He knew that when Draco found out, he'd be upset. But he didn't know what to do.

Draco had cast a sound proof spell on his curtains and was sobbing loudly against his knees. This couldn't be happening to him. He didn't want to be used by Harry, he didn't want Harry to become just a stranger again. He'd deny it if asked, but he cared for Harry on other levels besides medically. He had grown to like him, still trying to figure him out and over the course of two months, he may've also been glad they were roommates.

He didn't want Harry to become just a drunken shag at a party. He didn't want that at all, and that's why he was so mad. Because it'd probably had meant nothing to Harry. It'd probably had been that, just a shag. And it hurt. It hurt Draco a lot.

But he wasn't just going to give up that easily. He wiped his eyes after a while, and stood up, opening his curtains again. He walked over to Harry's bed, flinging the curtains open.

He glared at the Gryffindor, and before any of them could say anything, Draco grabbed him by the back of his neck and kissed him angrily. The kiss was angry, but still felt amazing. Their teeth collided a few times as Draco ravished Harry's lips, kissing him deeply. Draco was certain that it had indeed been Harry.

"Was I just a shag?" Draco asked.

Harry seemed to be in a haze. "What?" he asked, shaking his head as if to clear it.

Draco groaned, glaring at him intensely. "Was. I. Just. A. Shag." He demanded.

Harry shook his head. "No." He said, grabbing him by his tie and pulling him down, kissing him eagerly and pressing up to him.

This action resulted in Draco falling on Harry, both of them pressing against each other. "I'm very angry at you, you bloody prick," Draco growled between kisses. Harry felt a giggle building it's way up to his throat.

"I can tell," Harry grinned. He felt alive again.

A/N: Bet you didn't see that one coming. PLOT TWIST, YES, IT WAS HARRY WHO HAD THE ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DRACO, TRICKED YOU.

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