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Warnings: M/M, language, Fluff, mention of sex and MPreg (MPreg might come into the story later on), Humor HP/DM, HP/OC, HG/RW Past HP/GW, past HP/OC(s), PMS-ing, and gossiping.
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Notes:
As noted before. My classes are over for now. I do have this story almost completed. Just a chapter to write and I believe three to post. Thank you all for reading my story. (Because I know most don't read these notes.)
Chapter Twelve
Walking into the office I was greeted my Ron.
"Who died?" Well maybe not greeted. "You look like bloody hell." More like belittled.
"Lucius Malfoy"
I woke up alone when my wand alarm went off. Draco must have left a few hours before, because the bed was cold.
Confusion is my new state of mind.
I didn't know how I should feel about last night.
I want Draco.
Draco wants me.
But Draco's mother is ill. Sometimes a bloody cunt as well.
Leading Draco to marry Miss- I- want- your- money.
Finally, after much self-pity, I got up to take a self-pity shower, a self-pity dressing and the finished with a big cup of self-pity morning tea. No breakfast. My self-pity party didn't like it.
I really need to rethink what I should do now. Draco didn't want my help.
Or did he just not want me involved.
Maybe my best mate can help me.
Which might not be the smartest of ideas.
But hey, I was already losing this battle. At least, he great at strategy.
"Ummm Lucius Malfoy what?" he asked in confusion.
"He died yesterday." I replied.
"Why do you look like shit because Lucius Malfoy died, mate? That makes no sense." he asked now looking truly confused.
I wonder what Hermione is doing. She might be more helpful. Hell, a lot more helpful. A worlds more helpful.
I gave Ron the 'you got to be kidding me' look.
"Oh. You're sleeping with his son." he said disappointed. "I was hoping I wouldn't have to talk about him. You know, like he's the hufflepuff in the room that everyone like to ignore."
Well, I guess that answers my question. Hermione it is.
I must have show my disappointment on my face because Ron took a big huff of air and sat down on his desk. Shoving papers to the side, some landing on the floor.
"Umm well, I might not like the grit...but...I am your best mate, Harry. And if you a see…-ing. M-Malfoy, it's just something I have to get over. Just no sex parts and stuff. I don't want to imagine him-umm-ewww." Waving and shaking his hand with a sour look on his face.
I don't know if I should feel amused, that Ron is putting some- disturbing images in his head, or jealous for him trying to picture my lover naked.
"Well, I can talk to Hermione. I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable, mate." I said feeling I should give him a way out. Show some mercy.
"Now wait a minute! You can girl talk with me.!" it took a moment before Ron went from justifying himself to horrifying. "Well, I mean...that's not what I meant...I mean ...ummm...I'm your my best mate and I want to be there...or here umm when you need to talk, even if it's about Malfoy." followed quickly by "Justdon'ttellmehissize. It's gross!"
"His name is Draco." I said laughing. "Are you sure about the size thing" I answered. Knowing that Ron would not take it well.
"Please! Spare me. I can only girl talk so much!" his face completely tomato red. "Ok, so really? What's going on?"
"He's getting married." Putting my head on my desk is despair.
"To you?" looking more horrified. "I thought you were just sleeping together, mate?
"I wish." I groan. Lifting my head up a bit to lay against my arms. I could see Ron's face was a bit flushed. "No, a pure blood. One his mother picked out. One whom he doesn't wish to marry."
"So why is he marring her? Is it one of the pureblood things?"
"His mother was bonded to her husband."
"Oh, Lucius died. She must be really sick. I hear that bonded witch and wizards have a difficult time once there bonded has passed. Death even. But how does the marriage..." gesturing for me to continue.
"Some contract made by his grandfather is the only way he has a chance to receive his heritage and fortune." I said completely hopeless. "I am nowhere near it. Malfoy's don't do Potters. I can't do anything to help him."
Ron just sat there. I guess absorbing the information. Ron wasn't the smartest or the brightest wizard, but he did do well for anything stagey.
"Hmm... mate?" he waited till I hummed at him. "You really like Malfoy?" Moment of truth. I had to tell Ron that I really like Draco. Not just for sleeping.
"Yeah, I do."
"Does he want your help?"
"He says no…."
"But you don't believe him?"
"I just don't know what to do."
"How much of this 'like' thing is there? Is it enough to marry him?"
"I don't know." I said honestly. "But enough to know I would be miserable if he married someone else. I guess, I just want to be his hero. I never wanted anyone to feel like I am something more than I really am, but with him. I want to be there. I want to be more than just some guy he meets on Saturdays. I want to feel like...like how I feel when I am with him. Like a friend who is with me. Shares stories, memories, and can make me feel like I am better person because I am with him"
"Well mate. I don't know how to help you with some weird contract, but I do know...its public recorded. And there might be a researcher we know that could help."
"But that would mean another day of me not being here." I admitted, perking up. It's on record? I didn't know they had to make that public.
"Well, there something you can do that will make up for it. Besides, you said you only have till Saturday. Well, that's tomorrow mate. I would move if I were you. I'll cover you."
"Thanks mate" I called as I take off out the office to the lifts. I head down a few floors.
Before the doors completely open, I was out and passed Margaret, the office clerk for this floor.
"Hello Margaret!" I called out passing her.
Banging on the second office down the hall, a muffled response came from the other side of the door.
I threw open the door and startle Hermione.
"Harry!" holding her chest."You scared me! What's goin-"
"I need your help. I have until tomorrow for me to stop Draco from marrying some purebred."
"Ummm?"
"I'll tell you everything. Just...you got to help me."
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And that's how I ended up working for these last past few hours. On nothing!
Around lunch, Ron came down to help. More like a bite to eat, which of course I paid for.
But I didn't matter. It only took an hour for Hermione to find the Malfoy family updated contract.
She was reading and trying to understand what was needed for a Malfoy heir to get an entitlement for the Malfoy fortune.
She sent me over to research some paperwork about pureblood laws. Which meant, stay out of my way. Right after lunch, Ron went back upstairs, and Hermione tried to explain what Malfoy was getting into.
"So...there is not a lot we can do. This contract is very detail and very complicated.
"According to this contact, there is not many wizards or witches that fit in this contract. And you are nowhere near it."
"So? It's impossible?" I sighed. This was impossible. There was nothing I could do?
"But there might be a small loophole. And I mean small and well..."
I perk up. Really! Something! Anything! Small could work, right?
"Small sound good. So what's is it? Well?"
"It can be a bit mean and could get dirty."
"But it will work?"
"Yaaa-yes. With some planning" Hermione said with hesitation.
"Well, I can get a bit dirty. Who do I have to be mean to?" I am not mean by nature. But, I have a temper. I'm sure I can find some power in me to use it.
"Narcissa?"
Oh. This was sounding prefect.
