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Sorry this chapter is a little late! I had this written down a long time ago, but had writer's block in a later part of the story and didn't want to publish this until i was past the block. But here it is! I hope you enjoy!

Chapter Eleven

"Oh" Draco said softly after Harry made that proclamation. He was frowning now, a small furrow coming into existence between his eyebrows. He started biting his lower lip and twisted his arm out of Harry's grasp. Harry frowned in response but let him do it. Then, Draco fidgeted a little, resulting in him moving a little away from Harry.

Harry finally sighed when Draco had scooted enough so that there was a couple of inches between them, "What's the matter? What did I say?"

Draco swallowed a little and started twisting his hands, "You didn't say anything." He looked so forlorn that Harry wanted to move closer to him again and hug him.

"Then why are you so uncomfortable now?" Harry asked bluntly.

Draco sighed, "Because, I didn't think you thought those things. I just thought that-" he stopped himself and wrangled his hands frowning more now and looking extremely troubled.

"You just thought, what?"

"Umm, I just thought that you were doing this for fun. That you're 'saving people' thing was what made you interested in me. I didn't think that you were actually interested."

Harry raised his eyebrows, "And why does that change things?"

The blonde sighed again, "It changes things because I'm not really sure how to answer such feelings. I told you, I've never been in a relationship before. I don't know what to do and it's making me feel bad that you're coming into this with expectations that I don't think I can fulfill." Draco's voice had gotten really soft at the end, and Harry wondered how many times he would have to clarify before the blonde understood that he wanted to be in a partnership, not an exchange. The blonde was clearly worried about what Harry had said regarding wanting to take everything that he is.

"Look, Draco, I told you, we can figure this out together. You don't have to feel like you owe me anything, you can give me whatever you want. I just said that you made me feel like that. I'm not going to do anything that you're not comfortable with." With that, Harry put his hand on Draco's again and waited for the reply.

Draco thought about it for a few minutes, and finally, with a frown said, "Okay. It's not like I'm against this or anything, it's just that-"

"It's a little too much to take right now. I know." Harry interrupted softly. They had sat in silence for a shorter time than before when Draco leaned forward with a softer sigh and settled down against Harry's chest. He started stroking it softly before Harry sighed in response and bent his head down to place a kiss on Draco's hair.

This was nice, peaceful even—just the two of them sitting as close as possible without being one person. Harry put his arms around Draco and hugged him tight. In response, Draco shifted so that he could access Harry's hands and took one of them in both of his, rubbing small circles over them.

"This is nice," he said softly.

"Yeah," Harry replied, just as softly. They sat like that for the longest time, each perfectly comfortable and not willing to move. When his legs started cramping, Harry shifted so that Draco was between his legs and not on them. After a few minutes had gone by, Draco finally said,

"So, what did you do this summer?" He was still playing with Harry's hands; softly running his own hands over them

"Just relaxed mostly. I remodeled Grimmauld Place—the house Sirius left me. And I hung out in Ron's house a lot as well. Nothing much other than that, I just wanted some peace and quiet."

"Sirius Black?" Draco asked, curiously.

"Yeah, he was my godfather."

Draco twisted so that he was looking Harry in the eyes, "I didn't know that. I just thought he was another member of the Order. My father told me about him—that he had been close friends with your parents but he sold them to- to him" he said cautiously.

Harry laughed humorlessly, "Your father would say that. No, it wasn't Sirius who sold them; it was Wormtail. And you know Wormtail was alive, and since his death was the reason Sirius went to prison, you know that that's not true."

Draco frowned, "Yeah. I never thought of it like that. Was he a good godfather?"

"The best. He tried to be together with me, but he was never acquitted when he was alive, so we couldn't be together. He gave Dumbledore the letter for me to go to Hogsmeade though. And that was something nice. I didn't get a lot of time with him; just a year and a half."

"Yeah, that must have sucked." Harry nodded slightly, deciding against mentioning the fact that it was his aunt who had killed Sirius. Draco would probably have known that.

"We were related," the blonde finally said.

"I know," Harry replied softly.

Draco was quiet for a few seconds before he said, "Severus was my godfather."

Harry started when he heard Draco, staring at him incredulously.

"Really?" he asked in surprise. That was something he had never known, though he should have guessed that Snape had some relation to Draco, what with the obvious favor he had given him.

"Yes. He was a good godfather as well." Draco was now looking quite forlorn, pouting slightly as he remembered his godfather.

"Yeah, I bet he was." Harry said lightly.

Draco looked up in surprise, his brows furrowed. "I thought you hated him."

Harry nodded, " I did. And then I found out that he had been on our side all along."

"What?" Draco looked bloody surprised. He had an incredibly astonished look on his face and Harry found it just adorable.

"Yeah. He had been Dumbledore's spy all along. He only killed him because Dumbledore asked him to. It's convoluted, really."

Draco was shaking his head, but Harry could see that it was because of confusion and not because the blonde was denying anything he was saying.

"He was a spy all along? And what do you mean he killed Dumbledore on his own orders?"

Harry sighed. It was a really long and complicated story, but he wanted Draco to know, so he said, "Before our sixth year, Dumbledore touched a cursed object and it cursed him. Since Snape was a spy, Dumbledore went to him about it, and was told that there was no chance that he would survive the curse. The only thing Snape could do was delay his death. At the same time, you had gotten your order from Voldemort and since your mother had made Snape promise to protect you, Dumbledore knew about it as well. So he decided that, if the time came and you couldn't do it and if there was no other option, Snape would perform the killing curse. And since, you couldn't do it, and I've always remembered that about you, and the rest of the Death Eaters were there on the tower, Snape did it. He killed Dumbledore." After all this time, Harry could talk about it with no inflection. That didn't mean that it didn't affect him though.

Because it did.

Draco had gone white in the middle, and he was now staring at Harry with slight horror, "Dumbledore told Severus to kill him if I couldn't? So, basically, you're telling me that it's my fault?"

Harry frowned, "How is it your fault?"

Draco scowled, "Because, if I hadn't been about to kill him, Snape wouldn't have had to do it."

Harry raised his eyebrows, "Yes, but if you hadn't have had to do it, somebody else might have, and the end result would have been the same. Even if no one else would have gotten the mission-" Harry continued as he saw Draco about to interrupt, "He was going to die anyway. That very night. He drank something that night which would have killed him eventually."

Draco's face cleared a little but he still looked worried. Suddenly, he looked up and stared at Harry.

"How do you know all of this? Not only that Snape killed him and that I stepped down, but that Dumbledore drank whatever it was that night."

Harry grinned a little sheepishly when he heard that, "Because I was there that night. I had been out with him and that's how I know what happened. And I had been on the tower. I was invisible and couldn't move, but I was there."

Draco gaped at him, "Fuck! I asked him that night; I asked him if there was anybody else there. He said no!"

Harry rolled his eyes, "Well, he couldn't have said yes, now could he?"

Draco stared at him with his mouth hanging open. He couldn't seem to be able to reply to that. Finally he said, "Yes. But that means you saw everything!"

"I guess I did."

"Fuck."

"Why does it bother you so much?" Harry asked, slightly amused by Draco's dismayed expression.

"Why do I care so much? I care that you saw me in my worst moments. I care that my boyfriend saw me like that. About to kill someone!"

"You didn't though." Harry said softly.

"I was going to!"

Harry shook his head, "Draco, all I care about is that you didn't. It matters to me, yeah, that you were like that, but I'm not going to let it define our relationship. You've changed, and the Draco I'm going out with is the changed one. That's all I'm looking for."

Draco sighed, but nodded when Harry finished. Things were quiet again as they both got caught in their thoughts. Finally, when Harry was getting tired of the quiet, he asked,

"How was your summer?"

Draco stared at him, and Harry stared back evenly till the blonde replied with a sigh, "It was alright, I guess. Father was sentenced well at the beginning of the summer and both mother and I got away with just probation, so the difficult parts were over soon. We mostly spent the rest of the summer at home, at the Manor. Mother went out a few times to meet with some old friends, but I didn't have the energy or the inclination to. I only went out once to get a new wand, but other than that, I didn't go out at all."

Oh! Draco's wand; Harry had completely forgotten about it. He had been carrying it the whole day, still had it in his pocket in fact from when he had shoved it in as a last thought when he was changing.

"How is your new wand?" Harry asked cautiously.

Draco shrugged, "Not very good. It doesn't work as well as my old one." He didn't look very troubled about it though, so Harry couldn't decide whether or not he should bring up the fact that he had Draco's old wand with him now.

"Oh!" Draco said suddenly, "You have my old wand, don't you?" He glared at Harry with an accusing look. Harry nodded helplessly and said, "Yes."

Draco bit his lips lightly, "Didn't you use my wand to defeat the Dark Lord? I remember you saying something about how I was- shit- that I was the master of the Elder Wand, and since you took it from me, you were its master and that- oh my god, that the Dark Lord couldn't kill you."

Harry nodded to all that Draco said, and the blonde continued a little breathlessly, "And is that how you defeated the Dark Lord? Because you had my wand which means you had control of the elder wand which means that the wand wouldn't work against you and that's why the Dark Lord's killing curse rebounded and hit him instead."

It looked like Draco, in his thoughts of the wand, had lost some of his apprehension of mentioning Voldemort. Harry nodded again and said, "Yeah, that's why he died; because the wand wouldn't harm me."

"Well, fuck" Draco breathed, "That means that, for the shortest time, I was the master of the Elder Wand."

Harry smiled slightly at the awe in Draco's voice, "Yes, you were. It's not that great of a thing though."

Draco stared at him incredulously and rolled his eyes, but didn't say anything. Harry hesitated, before asking in a rush, "Would you like your old wand back?"

Draco stared at him with his eyes wide for a few seconds before nodding slowly. Taking that as a yes, Harry slowly brought his hand back and took out the Hawthorn wand before placing it in front of Draco.