Update 6/27/12 This is the final full chapter of Twist. There is a short Epilogue that I am posting tonight.
April, 2000
Draco looked up from his sketchpad as Harry walked into the room. "How did it go?" Harry had been to St. Mungo's for an evaluation. They were taking a couple of weeks break from the memories to give them both a chance to rest and to prepare mentally for the memories that were coming. The next memories would take them through the final task of the Triwizard and Cedric's death. Neither of them wanted to relive it in the detail that they would see in the memories. Draco had suggested skipping them but the healers were adamant that to heal Harry's fabric they needed as many memories as possible.
Harry shrugged and sat down on the arm of Draco's armchair. "They think it looks the same, which is to say it looks good."
"So we are still a go to start next week?"
"Mmmhh," Harry was studying the sketch that Draco had been working on. It was of Charlie standing in the middle of the main corral in dragon camp, "Can I look?"
Draco hesitated and then handed Harry the sketchbook. Harry studied the drawing carefully, "This is really incredible. The details are right on."
"The Pensieve memories that Simon brought back with him were what I needed to get the details right."
Harry flipped to the previous drawing of one of the Horntail dragons flying with just the treetops showing. Draco reached down and grabbed the knife in his art box to sharpen the point of the pencil he was using. Harry flipped the page again and sucked his breath in a little and Draco knew which page he was looking at. He dared to look at Harry. He was studying the page carefully.
"I didn't realize...I should have," Harry said slowly. He held the page out to Draco, "I guess I didn't think about you having to draw him out."
"Pretty hard to avoid since he is the main character in the book," Draco said dryly. He glanced at the page. It was his reference page for Charlie Weasley. He had sketched out a dozen or so different Charlie's with different expressions so that he could be consistent throughout the whole book.
"Yeah, but I was thinking more about the drawing of dragons, I..." Harry looked at Draco and then back at the sketchbook. "Should we skip it? We can just say we don't want to do it."
Draco shook his head, "Not on my account, I know you are here with me. That is all that matters."
"You're sure?"
Draco nodded, "I'm sure. I couldn't have done it three months ago. Doing the mural was murder when it came to painting him in. But now, it's okay." He leaned over to kiss Harry, "Besides, when I'm in a bad mood I just draw him with boils and horns."
Harry broke away from the kiss, "No! You don't!"
"I don't? Flip through that book a little more."
Taking back the book Harry started flipping the pages until he came to a sketch of Charlie that took up the whole page, he had horns, pointy ears and large pockmarks covering his face. He cracked up laughing, "You are evil."
"I know, that's why you like me," Draco smirked and took it back, "Be nice, I haven't started to draw Hank yet. If you want him to look good you better behave." By mutual decision they decided to leave Harry out of the book, instead the secondary character would be Hank Black. The publicity surrounding him had all mentioned that he had worked at the dragon camps so they thought it would be funny to include him in the story.
"Oh, I plan to be very, very nice to you." Harry said with a smile as he tossed the sketchbook on the floor.
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Harry moved quickly down the stairs into the kitchen. Teddy and Andromeda were already having breakfast. Harry kissed him on the top of his head, "Good morning, what do you two have on your schedule today?"
"Nanna said we could go to a wizarding park today!" Teddy said excitedly as he spooned around in his cereal bowl looking for more blueberries.
"Good morning, Harry. We are going to the Kingsbury park. You are welcome to join us," Andromeda said with a smile, "An owl came for you, just a few minutes ago."
Harry glanced at the envelope that had the crest of the Cannons on it. Coach Herr and Bishop had been furious with him when he had reluctantly tendered his resignation from the team. Bishop had accused him of violating the terms of his contract. Fortunately, after the team doctor had spoken with Watson and agreed that Harry could not risk playing Quidditch.
A week ago, the team had turned in its official player list to the Quidditch League. Hank Black's absence was immediately noticed and he knew that the sports reporters were in a frenzy trying to figure out what had happened to him. The Cannons had issued a statement saying that he had resigned from the sport for medical reasons.
Harry sat down at the table and opened the envelope. He read the scant sentences and cursed to himself. Andromeda looked at him with concern, "Everything okay?"
"No, not really." Harry handed the letter to her, "The Prophet is looking for comments about a story they are running tomorrow. About me being Hank Black."
"Oh, Harry." Andromeda said, looking from the letter to him. "What are you going to do?"
Harry shook his head, "I don't know. Tell the truth?"
"The truth is good." Andromeda said.
"Nanna says you always have to tell the truth." Teddy said. He had abandoned his spoon and was searching for the blueberries with his fingers. Andromeda sighed and wiped his fingers on the towel.
"You're right, Teddy. The truth is always good." Harry nodded, "Have fun at the park, I'm afraid you'll have to go without me." Grabbing a piece of toast he left quickly out the backdoor. He apparated to the Center and walked up the drive. He could have used the floo but wanted to take a few moments to compose his thoughts before talking to Draco.
Harry made his way to the art rooms, waving to some of the patients and staff that he recognized. He stood in the doorway and watched Draco as he kneeled next to a young boy who was standing in front of one of the easels. Draco was smiling, "That looks great, Jason. Maybe it would be good to try and get a little more paint on the paper and less on you though-"
Harry watched as Draco gently took the boy's hand and guided it to the paper, "See, it works better if your brush is actually touching the paper." The little boy smiled happily and hugged Draco. Draco laughed out loud as the boy managed to smear paint all the way down Draco's sleeve.
"Draco," Harry spoke quietly from the doorway, Draco looked over at him. "Do you have a few minutes?"
David had heard Harry and waved to Draco, "Go on, we only have a couple more minutes and this group will be going outside to play with their counselors."
Harry waited out in the corridor and Draco came out having washed up and vanished the paint. "What's wrong?"
Harry handed him the letter. Draco read it and swore, "It's always something isn't it? Let's go to my room."
They walked across the campus to where the staff accommodations were located. Harry wished that Draco would simply move in with him, but Draco still insisted on staying at the Center during the workweek, except when they had a St. Mungo's session.
"What are you going to do?" Draco asked as soon as the door was closed. Harry paced the length of the room.
"I wanted to talk to you about that," Harry looked at Draco, "This affects you too."
Draco shook his head, "Not really."
"It does if I decide to confirm the story and it comes out what the medical reason is that I can't play."
"Are you going to do that?"
"To quote Teddy, 'It's always good to tell the truth'" Harry shrugged, "Not much point in denying it. They've obviously dug up enough that they know it was me. This isn't just a random shot in the dark."
"It could be."
"It isn't. You know that. I am tired of constantly dodging the reporters and waiting for the next thing they expose. I want to come clean."
Draco laughed, "Why now?"
"Because I want to have a say in what they are writing. I continually refuse to say anything and they still write the articles, filling them with baloney. This time I want to give my side, so people don't think the worst of me for pretending to be Hank. And because it is Jessie Hayes who dug out the truth. I've talked with her a number of times about the Cannons and Quidditch, when I was Hank.. She isn't like Skeeter. I've always liked her articles in Quidditch Quarterly. Just because she is writing this article for the Prophet shouldn't change anything. You have to admit her writing is better than most and she doesn't write stories to just sell the most papers."
"So you already made up your mind it sounds like."
Harry nodded, "I am going to talk to her. But I'm hoping that you will do it with me. We talk to her. Not just me. Let's do this once and see if it helps. I want to have our story out there. I don't want to have to be afraid for you walking down Diagon Alley. I don't want to hide behind disguises anymore."
Draco turned away from Harry. He stood looking out the window, "We've talked about this before."
"I know. And it is going to keep coming back. There may be some blow back for a while but maybe they will finally leave us in peace."
"You really think feeding the dogs is better than making them scramble around for scraps?"
Harry shrugged, "I don't know. But I have to go talk to Bishop and get this straightened out right now. When I signed with him I told him that if it ever came out that I was Black that I wouldn't leave him hanging with it."
"So, you have to do something."
Harry nodded, Draco looked over at him. There was a sharp difference in his face from the young Draco that Harry had grown accustomed to seeing in the memories each month. Older, certainly. Softer. And sometimes, like now, stretched to the limit. They had both seen far too much horror. Sometimes he felt a hundred years old instead of just twenty, he knew that Draco felt the same way.
"Okay."
"Okay?" Harry asked carefully as he walked over to Draco. He slid his arms around Draco's waist and looked into his eyes. "What exactly are you agreeing to?"
Draco shrugged, "We can do an interview. With that Hayes woman. Not Skeeter."
"You're sure?"
"Hell, no. But I'm willing to do it if you really want to."
"If you don't then I can just talk about the Hank thing, do some kind of press conference or some-"
"You do a press conference? That would be a disaster. We do one interview. That's it."
Harry nodded, "Okay. I'll go tell Bishop. See if they can get the Prophet to delay the story with the promise of an interview. I'll try for tomorrow for the interview."
Harry apparated directly to the stadium. It was only when Erika, Bishop's receptionist, gaped at him as he walked up to her desk that he realized he'd forgotten to cast his glamour. "Harry Potter to see Mr. Bishop." She nodded faintly and went into the office.
She came back immediately, "You may go straight in."
Bishop glared at him. "About time you got here, Potter." He growled. Coach Herr was sitting in the chair in front of Bishop's desk. Harry went and sat in the other one. "Since you aren't wearing your glamour I assume that you are going to go public?"
Harry nodded, "How did she figure it out?"
"Don't know. She didn't send over the article. Just owled and asked for an official comment."
"How much time do we have to respond?" Harry asked.
Herr looked at him, "2 o'clock. I warned you that if this whole Hank Black thing went south that you would have to take the blame for it."
"I know. Send an owl to the Prophet. Tell Hayes she can interview me with Draco tomorrow. And make sure they know it has to be just Hayes, Skeeter cannot tag along. "
"Do you think they'll be willing to wait?"
Harry shrugged, "Honestly, the way they follow us around I'm sure any reporter would sell their firstborn for the chance. They'll hold the story if there is a chance for an interview with us." He looked over at Herr, "I'd like to talk to the team. Let them know before they see the article."
Herr nodded, "Don't be surprised if there are hard feelings. A lot of them resent you not coming back. Finding out who you really are is just going to make things worse."
Harry walked over to the window where he could see the team practicing out on the pitch, "I know. It seemed such a simple thing last spring when I signed on. The deception of hiding who I was didn't seem to be that big of a deal until I really got to know everyone on the team."
"Do you want me to call the team down? May as well get it over with."
"Okay, I'll do it now." Harry agreed, he looked over at Bishop. "You'll send the owl?"
"I will. Where and when do you want to meet Hayes?"
"My place. 12 Grimmauld Place. Set if for nine tomorrow."
Herr went out and sounded his whistle that had the entire team landing and walking towards him. Harry sat on the bench off to the side and watched his former teammates. He heard Herr talking to them about the drills they had run. Then Herr motioned towards where Harry was sitting and for the first time the men saw him sitting there. Nervously he stood up to face them. He could see the excited looks on their faces as they saw 'Harry Potter' walking towards them.
Herr looked at them, "Harry Potter wanted to have a word with you."
"Right." Harry looked over at the familiar faces of the men he had all but lived with for six months the previous year. "Hello everyone, I'm Harry Potter," there was some laughter in the group but also looks of blatant curiosity as to why he was there, "I'm here because I need to tell you something. It's going to be in the paper in tomorrow or the next day and, erm, I wanted you to hear it from me first." Harry stopped, and nervously wiped his hands on his jeans.
"Hear what?" Seth, one of the Beaters called out.
"Why don't you just show them," Herr said.
Harry nodded. "I needed to let you know this," he closed his eyes and felt the glamour smooth over him. Opening his eyes he saw the shocked looks on all of the men's faces. He waited a moment and then transformed back to himself. There was a moment of stunned silence. "I became Hank Black while living in Romania, just wanting to play Quidditch on the amateur team without anyone making a fuss. And then all of a sudden I found myself being offered a contract with the Cannons and I didn't want to miss the chance to play so I signed on and played as Hank Black."
"You are Hank." Clark said, pushing his way to the front.
"I am Hank. Hank is me." Harry nodded, "I didn't set off to deceive you. It -"
"That is what you bloody well did though, didn't you?" Clark, the other beater was standing next to Seth now.
"Clark, I just wanted to play Quidditch. I couldn't play as myself. It would have been a night-"
"So why come out now. Why bother to tell us at all."
"Hayes, the reporter from the Quidditch Quarterly figured it out."
"You never would have bothered to tell us, would you?" Seth accused. "Did you just make up the medical excuse for Black? You had fun playing Quidditch for a year and didn't feel like -"
"No, the medical thing is legit." Herr stepped up, "Harry has injuries from the war that he didn't know about. He found out about it after the season ended."
Harry nodded. "Trust me. I would love to be up there flying with you this season. But I know Samuel is going to be a great Seeker."
"Harry Potter is shacking up with some Death Eater."
"I'm not. I'm dating Draco Malfoy, but he never was a true Death Eater.." Harry said patiently. He knew from all of the late night conversations he had with Seth that he had suffered during the war because of his mother was Muggleborn. "Listen, I know this is hard but I wanted you to know first. I'd like to invite the team over to my place on Saturday. Come for a cookout."
"Will the Death Eater be there?"
"Draco might be there, it is up to him. But if you call him a Death Eater again you'll never see the inside of my place." Harry said as firmly as he could.
Herr looked around. "Right. Now you know. And if you are wondering when I found out, it was right before Harry here signed the contract. He told Bishop and me the truth. He didn't want to play as Harry Potter and you have to admit it would have been a big distraction. We decided that having Harry's Seeker skills were worth keeping quiet and we did okay with him as Seeker last year."
There were a few grumbles but Harry could see a few players nodding. He knew he owed them more of an explanation but this was all he could do right now. "I hope to see you on Saturday. 12 Grimmauld Place, in case you don't know it already. Just look for the gaggle of reporters waiting in front of the place and shove them out of the way on your way to the door."
There was some good natured laughing at that. Harry waved goodbye and made his way back to Bishop's office. Erika looked at him narrowly as he entered the ante-room. "I take it you know now?"
She shook her head at him, "To think of all the times I wasted flirting with Hank. Shame that," she said
Harry smiled, "Glad you are taking it better than they did," he nodded towards the pitch.
Ericka waved a dismissive hand, "They'll come around. Imagine it was a bit of a shock for them."
"Bishop get a response from the Prophet yet?"
"Yes, their owl came in a few minutes ago. Go on through."
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When Harry got home from the Cannons stadium, Draco was there. He was in the game room shooting billiards. Harry leaned against the doorway and watched him for a couple of minutes before saying anything. He had changed from his work robes into a pair of Muggle jeans that rode low on his hips, his shoulder blades stretched the fitted blue tee-shirt as he leaned to line up his shot. "If you are going to just stand there and stare you may as well grab a cue so I can ogle you in return." Draco said without turning around.
"Sounds fair," Harry smiled and walked across the room to the rack of cues mounted on the wall. "Told the team."
Draco made his shot and looked over at Harry, "How did that go?"
"Most of them didn't know what to say. The two blokes I was closest to last year are pretty pissed."
"The Beaters? Seth Ryan and Clark Neuchiller?"
"Yeah," Harry started to rack the balls into the triangle. "Understandable. I invited the team over to the house on Saturday."
"Think that will make up for everything?"
"No, but it is a start. I never liked the deception but at the time I was naive enough to think I could get away with it. You break."
Draco laughed, "You just like to see me bending over the table."
"That is definitely a benefit." Draco lined up his shot and gave his hips a little shake as he did so. Harry came up behind him and leaned into him, running his hands underneath Draco's shirt. "You know, if you moved in here, we could play billiards every night."
"Why do I have the feeling you're not talking about this game?"
Harry whispered in his ear, "Because I'm not. You practically live here already. Why not just make it official."
Draco sighed and set his cue down on the table, turning in Harry's arms he leaned against the table and kissed Harry. It was one of those slow, long kisses that made every nerve ending in his body sit up and take notice. Draco carded his fingers through Harry's hair as he pulled him into the kiss. Harry was busy calculating in his head what time Teddy and Andromeda were likely to return and whether or not they'd get caught in flagrante on the billiards table. But Draco pulled away from him, sliding his hands down so they rested on Harry's hips. Harry leaned into kiss him again but he pulled his head back.
"I don't want to talk about moving in, not until the memory grafting is complete."
"That could be a year from now!" Harry took a step back, surprised. "You can't mean it."
Draco pulled him back towards him, "I do mean it. I want you to be fully aware of everything. All of our history. Then I finally feel safe moving forward."
"You don't have to be afraid. I...I really like you. This is about us right now, not the two of us back then."
"It is about us back then and now. We are the complete package. I know it is still hard for you to see it-"
Harry took a step away and this time Draco let him. "I don't know what you are afraid of. Is there something you aren't telling me?"
"What, like another big break up?" Draco shook his head, "No. The one before the second task was the only time that happened."
Harry nodded, the sessions that had covered the fight that they had had were the most difficult ones to date. More so because he was seeing Draco's side of the fight but he could easily see the devastation on his own face in the memories. Draco had included some memories of them just passing in the halls never speaking. The curious looks on their friends' faces as they pointedly ignored one another. For Draco it had been like reliving it and Harry knew he'd been afraid how he would react. He reached up and cupped Draco's face in his own, "Why wait?"
"I just want you to know everything. If I were to move in and things fell apart afterwards. It would be-"
"You make it sound like it is inevitable that something would happen." Harry objected, "Why not just take a chance and-"
"I know what it is like to lose you. I've gone through it twice and it isn't something I ever want to contemplate having to do again. Not moving in, it is just self-preservation."
"Draco-"
"Harry! Draco!" Teddy's shout preceded the sound of his feet pounding up the stairs. "Where are you?"
"See. Teddy already thinks you live here," Harry said with a smile just as Teddy burst into the room.
"We watched Quidditch! I want to fly my broom!" Teddy said by way of greeting as he waved at them and ran back out of the room. He was back ten seconds later, "Come on!"
Draco laughed, "And who got him a toy broom for Christmas?"
"Guilty. It did seem like a good idea at the time." Harry said shaking his head, "I'll go down and play with him."
Draco shook his head, "Why don't we give Andromeda the night off. Mother isn't doing anything tonight and I'm sure they would like a chance to visit without Teddy's interruptions every five minutes."
"Okay. But we need to talk about the interview after he's gone to bed."
Draco scowled, "You hadn't said anything, I was hoping it was no go."
Harry shook his head, "Hayes is coming here tomorrow morning at 9 o'clock."
"Here!" Draco looked at him in disbelief, "Why here?"
"If we have to do this I want it on our turf." Harry said, "Or my turf, since you refuse to call it yours."
"HAARRRYYYY" Teddy's voice called up the stairs, "I'm WAAAAITTTTTING!"
"Demanding little bugger," Draco sighed.
"Must get it from the Black side of the family." Harry said with a smile as he slipped his arm around Draco's waist and they walked towards the door.
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Harry glanced at the grandfather clock that was across the room. Ten minutes. Nervously, he reached up and straightened the picture frames that were mounted on the sitting room wall.
"Give it a rest, will you?" Draco said, "You're making me nervous."
"You don't look it," Harry said glancing at where Draco sat on the sofa across the room. His legs were crossed and he had dressed carefully in a black silk long sleeve shirt, the first few buttons undone. His long legs were encased in black Muggle jeans and were stretched out in front of him, his ankles crossed showing off the dragon skin boots he wore.
"That is because I'm not pacing the room like a first year waiting to be sorted."
"You didn't pace at the sorting. You just stood there and looked at us with disdain," Harry said, remembering back.
"Yes. And you turned down the opportunity to be in the same house as me, so all is fair." Draco said.
"You're not going to forget I told you that, are you?" Harry said with a laugh. Just then the doorbell sounded. Harry looked towards the door and started to move towards it.
"Let Kreacher get the door." Draco said. "We wait here." Harry looked at him curiously but nodded and went and stood behind him on the sofa. His hands gently resting on Draco's shoulders. They heard footsteps and a moment later Kreacher entered the room with Jessie Hayes right behind him. Her face broke into a smile as she saw them standing in the room.
"Miss Jessie Hayes." Kreacher intoned, he turned and left the room.
Hayes walked forwarded, her hand extended she shook hands with Harry, "I would introduce myself but we've met dozens of times last season."
Harry nodded, he motioned towards Draco, "Jessie, I'd like you to meet my partner, Draco Malfoy." Draco and he had argued into the night about how they should describe their relationship. Boyfriend sounded too childish, lover too intimate. Draco didn't see the need for an official title but Harry had insisted. He wanted to make it clear that they were together. Harry gestured towards the armchair and he and Draco sat on the sofa facing her.
"As sure as I was of all the facts, I really still didn't quite believe it until I walked in and saw you standing there." Jessie said, as she reached back and tucked her curly blonde hair behind her ear. "I assume you were using Polyjuice last year?"
Harry shook his head, "No, just a glamour."
"A glamour?" Hayes raised her eyebrow, "That was a glamour?"
Harry rolled his eyes and made the switch, laughing as Draco scooted a little farther away from him. He resumed his own body. "Glamour."
"Right. And a wandless one. How did you do the voice? Are you that good an actor?" Hayes asked as she pulled out a self-inking quill and parchment and began taking notes.
"The Australian accent was done using a New Voice amulet from Weasley's Wheezes. How did you figure it out?" Harry asked. He wanted to know what had given him away.
"I spent two bloody months in Australia this winter searching for anybody who knew of Hank Black and couldn't find a soul. Two months on my own expense account I might add."
"What made you even try?"
"It bugged me from the beginning that Black just came out of nowhere." Hayes said tapping her long fingernails on the arm of her chair, "Australia wasn't all bad, it was summer down there and beat a rainy winter in England. After I didn't find anybody who knew Black in Australia, I went to Romania. There people knew of you, Hank you, but they refused to give me anything more than you had lived there. All but threw me out of the camp."
"You should be careful around dragon camp. They don't appreciate people asking questions."
"You don't say," she responded dryly. Her green eyes were flicking between Harry and Draco and Harry didn't know what she was looking to see. He glanced at Draco who just rolled his eyes. Draco had yet to say a word. Harry could feel the tension racing through his body, he leaned a little closer to him, just enough to rub shoulders with him.
"I did gain a little tidbit when someone let it drop that you, Harry, were there at the same time as the elusive Hank Black."
"Scarcely enough to make the jump to connecting the two of us."
"True," Hayes smiled smugly, and Harry knew she was proud of figuring it out. "So I went back to Bulgaria. Interviewed Krum. Who refused to say anything more than he had been introduced to Hank Black by the Weasleys and decided to challenge him to a Seeker game... the rest being history."
"So?" Harry was getting impatient with the reporter, "What actually gave it away?"
"As I was leaving the interview with Krum I bumped into one of the Vratsa managers, Hans Schmidt. And he mentioned that he had an omnioculars recording of the Krum/Black game. I made a recording of it. Let me play it for you."
Harry hesitated and then nodded. Hayes reached into her bulky bag and pulled out the familiar Weasley omnioculars. Harry remembered that Ron had been using a pair even though they hadn't been released yet. "What is great about the Weasley omnioculars is that they record sound as well as the view." She set the pair down on the table and pressed the project button. Harry smiled as he saw a 3-D image of Krum in pursuit of the snitch with Harry a few yards behind him, bent low over his broom trying to catch up. Then in a flash Krum had the snitch. Just as suddenly came Ron's voice "One, One. Harry will get the next one," Hermione's voice cut him off, "Hank" Ron responded, "Right, Hank."
Hayes looked at him, "I knew I had you then," she reached down and switched off the image, "The Quarterly refused the story, afraid to risk it. The Prophet didn't have any qualms though, especially after it was announced last week that Black was not going to play this year." She sat back on the chair, smug in her scoop.
Harry shifted uncomfortably, "Right, you got me. What questions do you have?"
"Why the disguise? Why didn't you just play as yourself?"
Harry leaned forward, he wanted to be sure that she understood how Hank had come about, "I didn't set out to deceive anyone. Originally, I came up with the glamour after the war ended to just escape from all of the fuss. You'll remember what it was like, I couldn't walk down the street without an uproar happening. When I was in Romania I wanted to play Quidditch, just on the dragon camp team, so I used the Hank Black to avoid any attention and just be able to play."
"And, naturally you used it in Bulgaria when you went to visit Krum."
Harry nodded, "Krum and I had competed in the Triwizard years before and he invited a group of us over. I wore the glamour to be able to enjoy the game and talk with Viktor without it getting in the paper."
"But then you went ahead and played a game with him...most amazing Seeker game I've ever seen." Hayes said, smiling at the memory. "But you made the decision to go on as Black. At any point you could have said, 'Hey, I'm really Harry Potter'"
"True, I could have done that but I didn't want to, to be honest. It was nice being someone else for a change," Harry looked at Draco for support and he nodded at him. They had talked about this and Draco thought it wouldn't be sharing too much. "From the moment I entered the Leaky Cauldron for the first time when I was eleven years old I suddenly found out about 'Harry Potter' who was famous for something completely beyond his control. I had been fifteen months old when my parents died and the legend of Harry Potter was born. As Hank I could once again become a regular bloke. I could go out for a pint and a curry with my teammates and I knew they were there because of who I was really. To them, I wasn't this mythical Harry Potter person who shares my name but isn't who I am."
"Did you feel any guilt about it?"
"Honestly? No. I didn't at the time. I was just enjoying the chance to be normal. I understand how it might look like to the public who cheered on Hank Black. That they may feel deceived by it. And, it was difficult yesterday, standing in front of my former teammates and telling them the truth. When you play and practice as hard as we did last year, working to pull a team from the bottom of the ranks to finishing third. You get to know the men you play with and they thought they knew me but I wasn't being honest with them and I hope that they will be able to forgive me for that eventually."
"Do you expect to play again? When your medical issues are resolved?" Hayes had made air quotes as she said medical issues.
Harry risked a quick glance at Draco, his going back to play Quidditch once the grafting was finished was one that hadn't even dared to discuss. "The medical issues are real. Remnants from the war that have come back and have to be dealt with before I have a permanent injury, unfortunately. I don't know if I'll ever be able to play Quidditch again, I miss not playing but I can't risk it right now."
"And you weren't aware of these injuries until 18 months after the war ended?" Hayes looked at him skeptically.
"After the war I ignored the advice of the Healers and thought that I could just go on with my life. An incident last Christmas made it very obvious that the injury couldn't be ignored any longer."
"And that was the same time that you started seeing Draco, isn't it?" Hayes glanced at Draco, "Any coincidence in that?"
"My relationship with Draco is very important to me. I don't want to risk having the injury prevent me from being a part of his life." Harry said, with a quick glance at Draco.
"So you have forgiven him for obliviating you? You actually trust him?"
Draco stiffened and Harry rubbed his thigh, reassuring him, "Yes, I trust him. To protect me during the war, Draco had to take the drastic measure of erasing our relationship from my memory. It is was extremely difficult for him to do but necessary."
"How so?"
"It was necessary because we had been in a relationship. Dating secretly for two years at Hogwarts. At the end of our fifth year I learned that Voldemort had a mental connection to me through my curse scar. Draco knew that Voldemort was planning on using our relationship to force me to him. He erased the memories to make sure that Voldemort could never use our love for each other to harm me, destroy me."
"Did he ask you about it beforehand? Did he have your permission?"
"Of course not, I would have said no. But it would have been fatal. My godfather had already been killed because I had believed the messages that Voldemort had planted in my head. Draco knew he had to make the decision for me." Harry turned to look at Draco who was staring at him. Draco swallowed heavily and Harry wanted to reach out and caress his face and reassure him that he really did understand. Hayes voice jarred them to look at her.
"It doesn't bother you that you lost two years of your life because of the man sitting next to you? You weren't that understanding at first. And yet somehow you still were willing to work together to form your foundation together."
Harry smiled briefly, he shifted so his leg could touch Draco's, "Obviously, it took me awhile to understand what had happened and why. When I learned about his idea for the Diggory Centre I was surprised it had come from him, and a little suspicious. But as an orphan of the first war I realized how much it was needed. I couldn't turn down the opportunity to help," he smiled at Draco, "Even if at the time I wasn't actually talking directly to him, we did work together through endless meetings. And together with his mother, we founded the Foundation to make the Centre a reality. At the same time I was watching him, observing his behavior and it came as a real surprise when I realized that I didn't recognize this Draco. Despite the years we had known each other at Hogwarts. Judging him just on his work with the Diggory Centre, I was intrigued. He was someone I wanted to get to know better."
"How about you, Draco? How did you feel whilst this was going on?" Hayes addressed Draco directly.
Draco tensed but Harry threaded his fingers through his and gave a gentle squeeze. "The months after my trial. I was very upset that Harry had had to find out like he had. I never wanted that for him. And I wanted to make up for the harm that my father and the other Death Eaters had wrought on the Wizarding world which is why my mother and I started discussing using the land and Malfoy funds to start the Foundation. I never expected Harry to join us in starting the Centre but it is in his nature to want to help and he did, despite what he thought of me at the time."
"What changed things for you?" Hayes looked back at Harry.
"It started at the first Remembrance ceremony at Hogwarts. I realized I had been carrying so much weight, so much hatred in me that it was destroying who I wanted to be. I had been observing, studying Draco for months during board meetings and whilst walking the site at the building of the Center. I finally admitted to myself that this Draco had nothing to do with the one I remembered. And I liked him, so I decided that I had to let the bitterness at what he had done to me go, along with what I remembered about him from school."
"You two hated each other in school."
Harry started talking but Draco cut him off, "No. Our relationship was always volatile but as soon as we started to interact one on one during fourth year we pretty quickly realized that we liked each other."
Harry nodded, and Hayes immediately zoomed in on this, "You're nodding as if you agree, but you don't remember anything from your relationship in Hogwarts."
"Not true. In the last few months we have been working with Healers on my memories. They have been able to restore several months of memories and we are going to continue until I've regained the rest."
"Is the danger of a torn memory fabric the reason you quit Quidditch?" Hayes whipped the question out and Harry leaned back startled by it. This time it was Draco he squeezed his hand. The fact that she had used the phrase memory fabric and torn meant that she had already done her research.
"Yes. I can't risk the type of head injuries that can occur in Quidditch." Harry nodded, "We have every reason to expect that the treatment will prevent any danger of a torn fabric."
"If it does tear?"
"Then I'll have no memories, no future, no past. I'll just be living in the moment with no idea who I am or anyone else," Harry admitted reluctantly.
Draco shifted and Harry could feel the anger in him rising, "You will put Harry's life in danger if you write about what could happen if he has a head injury. There are still many Death Eaters who have not been caught that wish to do him harm. Publicizing how easy it could be to injure him permanently would be playing right into their hands."
Hayes looked at Draco with her eyes narrowed, "Are you sure you aren't just trying to prevent people from knowing the severity of what your obliviate did to Mr. Potter?"
"You bit-" Draco started to stand but Harry grabbed him.
"Draco." Harry pulled him back down on the sofa, "No. What Draco said is absolutely true. We don't want it known that something as simple as sticking your foot out and tripping me could erase all my memories, erase my life. That is why I gave up Quidditch and why I need to be careful."
"That doesn't bother you?"
"Of course it does." Harry said impatiently, "But, I can't live in fear of it. I am taking the precautions I need to and that is the best that we can do. In the meantime, in regaining the memories, I am rediscovering our old relationship at the same time as we are getting to know each other as adults. It is actually a lovely, albeit unusual, way to be falling in love with someone."
Harry felt the surprise in Draco as he whipped his head to look at Harry. His gray eyes were wide, the pallor in his face flushing red as he looked at Harry. Harry smiled, and raised their clasped hands to his lips and brushed a kiss against Draco's knuckles.
"And the fact that he is a marked Death Eater doesn't matter to you?" Hayes voice cut through the moment, "The woman who was kicked out of George Weasley's joke shop said that you even went so far as to call him honorable."
Harry sucked in his breath and turned to stare at Hayes, "He is honorable and incredibly brave. Do you have any idea how it would feel as the Dark Mark was being burned onto your skin knowing that you had to do it to save the lives of your mother and boyfriend? To take it knowing that you were going to dare to defy Voldemort, knowing that he could use the mark to torture you? I can't imagine daring to do it. And Draco succeeded in not only saved his mother and myself and many others but also gave me the very instrument that I used to defeat Voldemort."
"You didn't feel that way when you fled the country to go to Romania before his trial was even over."
Harry shook his head at her, regretting already the decision to let her into his house. "That is completely..."
"Harry left because of what he had just learned about us, the way he found out. It was a horrific. It is to his credit that before he left he already set in motion the fact finding that was needed to prove that I had joined leagues with Voldemort unwillingly. He did this after learning what I had had to do to him."
"Why did you?"
Harry took a deep breath, "At the time, I thought I was a pathetic idiot to continue to help him. The reason I did was simple. There had been so many lives lost because of the war. I didn't want Draco's to be on my hands. I had already heard enough before that point in the trial, when the wand memories were shown, to realize that there was far more to his story than just the mark on his arm. I had seen what he went through on the Astronomy Tower. The fact that something had happened between us that I didn't know about it wasn't relevant to the trial. That was personal between Malfoy- Draco and me." Harry flushed at the slip, even as Draco laughed at it.
"How do you know which memories are real? Maybe the erased ones are the false ones, and he really was as evil as he has been portrayed."
Draco laughed but Harry just smiled, his eyes briefly flicking up to the framed drawing that were mounted on the wall, "No, there is enough evidence left behind of our relationship. And there is still one person who is still alive who witnessed it. Everyone else who knew died in the war. Severus Snape, Sirius Black and Dumbledore."
"Albus Dumbledore knew of your relationship with Draco Malfoy yet still gave you the love potion that made you fall in love with Ginevra Weasley."
"No comment." Harry shook his head, "I'm not discussing my relationship with Ginny."
Hayes pursed her lips and made a flurry of notes, the quill flying across the scroll of paper. Harry looked at it irritated. How many lines did it take to write 'no comment'?
"What about your relationship with Dumbledore? By all accounts you were quite close to him."
"Dumbledore was a powerful wizard. I doubt that anyone truly knew him or understood him. He had to carry an incredible burden alone. I do know that it weighed on him heavily that he would not live to see Voldemort defeated, that he would not be there to help bring that about. I believe that that worry forced him to make decisions that I wished he hadn't made, but I can't change what happened. In the end he laid the framework for defeating Voldemort and I was successful because of him." Harry was aware of Draco's eyes studying him but he didn't dare look at him.
"You continually say 'defeat' Voldemort. You do not want to say you killed him."
Harry shook his head, "Common misperception. Those that were there will tell you. Draco can tell you. My disarming spell did not somehow magically kill him. He cast the killing curse and it backfired on him. He killed himself."
"But you.."
"I was there. The truth is that Voldemort's powers were so weakened at that point that if I hadn't survived, someone else could have and would have killed him. I am not this all powerful wizard that everyone seems to think I am. My grades at Hogwarts were dismal, at best."
Hayes looked at Draco, "What do you think? Is he being too modest?"
"Is Harry being modest?" Draco shifted so he could look at Harry more easily. Harry narrowed his eyes at Draco, wondering what he was going to say. Draco gave a little smile and glanced back at Hayes, "Since Harry was eleven he has faced what has been thrown at him without blinking. I know how difficult it was for him to do what was being asked of him."
Draco glanced at Harry and smiled, "It is that which drew me to him. I knew that despite everything I had been told about him that there was far more to him than the Prophet headlines. I wanted to know who Harry Potter really was. And when I figured it out I realized that he is someone who would go out of his way to help someone who was his enemy simply because they asked for help, that he would not shirk in the face of incredible challenges that would make anyone else cower in the corner, and he would lift his chin up whilst being persecuted by the Ministry and the Prophet and still do the right thing. Throughout it all he has remained who he is at the core, humble and awkwardly gracious. Is Harry a powerful wizard? It doesn't matter. He isn't a legend. He isn't a headline. He is just Harry."
Harry couldn't resist he leaned over and kissed Draco softly on the lips and turned back to Hayes, "I don't know how to get the message across to people that I'm not who they think I am. I'm just someone who got caught up with something beyond my control. So, yes, to answer your original question. I did run from here, from England, from facing what had happened to me. And I created the alternate personality who was Hank Black. When I was ready to come back I kept using Black to let me return. I missed England. I wanted to be back here. Playing Quidditch was a dream come true and the Hank Black persona let me make that happen. I couldn't play as Harry Potter. I was sick of all of the attention he, I mean, I was getting. And for once I wanted to do what I wanted to do. Not what everyone needed me to do. Not what I had to do, but what I wanted to do. I am sorry for the deception. But I don't regret it."
Hayes stared at him, her blue eyes seemed to be assessing his sincerity. She looked down at her notes again and moved on to her next question, "I've heard a rumor that the two of you are working on a book together. Are you going to be telling your side of the war-"
Harry interrupted her,"No. Absolutely not. There is not going to be a tell all book about the war from either of us. We are working on a book but it is a children's book about the dragon camps. We are writing it together and Draco is doing the illustrations."
"How did you decide to write a children's book?"
"A friend suggested it and at first we dismissed the idea but it grew on us. We are hoping the book will be out in time for Christmas. All profits will go towards our foundation to benefit the Diggory Centre."
"A little sedentary to be sitting at a desk writing a book after working with dragons and playing Quidditch."
Harry nodded, "I'm used to being more active but that needs to wait."
"And you are working at the Diggory Centre full-time?"
"Yes." Draco answered shortly. Harry could tell he was getting impatient with all the questions.
Hayes nodded, "Is there anything else you want the wizarding world to know about you both?"
Draco snorted but Harry said, "We would like to have them respect our privacy. Next month It will be two years since the Battle of Hogwarts it is time to leave us alone. I want to be able to walk into a wizarding pub with Draco and not be afraid that someone might take exception to him, or that there will be a photographer lurking and taking photographs. We both gave up a lot for the war, sacrificed a lot. We just want to be able to live our lives out of the spotlight now."
"The editor of the Prophet did threaten to have me banished from ever writing for them again if I did not come back with at least one photograph."
Harry looked at Draco who shrugged, "If it will keep them from hiding in the bushes, sure."
"Where do you want to take it?"
Hayes smiled gratefully, and reached into her bag and pulled out a camera. "In front of the drawings. You'll have to bear with me, I usually have a photographer to take the photos."
Harry and Draco stood up and went to stand in front of the drawings. Hayes was fumbling with the camera. Harry glanced at Draco, "Not too bad?" he murmured.
Draco reached and straightened Harry's collar, "Not quite as bad as being stripped naked and publicly flogged."
Harry laughed and with a quick glance at Hayes who was still fumbling with the camera he leaned over and kissed Draco. "Thank you."
"Okay, I think I have this figured out," Hayes said brightly. Harry and Draco straightened and looked at the camera. "How about a little more relaxed?"
"This is relaxed." Harry said stiffly. Draco laughed as they stood not touching until she lowered the camera.
"Well, thank you very much for letting me come into your home." Hayes said as she lowered the camera. "I have to say that you were more receptive to the news of this article than I expected."
Harry shrugged, "It is par for the course for me. I don't like talking about myself but I've gotten tired of all the rumors flying around about Draco and me."
He showed her to the entrance hall and stopped short as he saw a tuft of purple hair over the railing. "Teddy. What did we agree?" Hayes turned to look towards where he was looking. Teddy was sitting on the second to last step of the stairs.
"You said if I didn't come downstairs that we could go to the zoo. I'm not downstairs. See?" He lifted his feet that were still on the step. "Are you done?"
Harry laughed, "Pushing the limit there, Teddy." He looked at Hayes, "My godson, Teddy. Not part of the story."
Hayes nodded understandingly, "Of course not." She shook hands with Harry and Draco and left.
Harry turned to look at Teddy as soon as the front door closed. "Where's Nanna?"
"Talking to someone in the Floo."
"Okay, young man. Next time we tell you to stay upstairs, you stay ALL the way upstairs. Understood?"
Teddy nodded, his eyes shining. "Zoo?"
"Zoo. Let's go get ready. Remember you have to wear your hat all the time." Although Teddy had better control of his hair color when he got excited it tended to go Technicolor.
"Do you think the snake is still going to be there?" Teddy asked, as he bounded up the stairs
"We'll have to see, won't we?" Harry smiled. He had no idea how long boa constrictors lived. If it was still there he was curious to find out if it would remember him. There couldn't be many people who came through the zoo speaking parseltongue and Harry wasn't sure he still could do it.
Harry glanced at Draco, "Still up for a trip to the zoo?"
Draco nodded, "How do you think it went?"
"Won't know until we see it in the paper tomorrow. Let's forget about it and go to the Zoo."
Teddy ran excitedly down the path wanting to go straight to the reptile house. Harry laughed and caught up to him. "Slow down, Teddy. Let's look at all the animals. According to the map this path will take us to the reptile house. Remember, this is Draco's first time at a zoo, too. He wants to see all the lions and tigers and bears, oh my."
"Oh my?" Draco questioned as he looked around.
"Muggle movie reference." Harry said, "Maybe we could get a television so you can watch it. You'll like it. It has witches and flying monkeys."
"No wizards?"
"Of course it has a wizard in it, the most powerful wizard of all." Harry said smiling, "The Wizard of Oz."
"Never heard of him. Is he English?"
"No. He is from Kansas."
Draco stopped walking, "Where on Earth is Kansas?"
"America."
"Oh. That explains it. Didn't cover it in History of Magic then." He looked sourly at Harry as he couldn't stop laughing, "Come, Teddy, let's leave this crétin behind and find us some lions."
Finally, they were standing in front of the reptile house. Draco raised his eyebrow at Harry. "Do you think he will be there?"
"Could be, I think snakes can live a long time. Longer than pet cats and dogs," Harry looked at the large bronze statue of a snake that was standing in the entryway and gave a shudder. Draco looked at him disconcertedly.
"Are you going to be okay going in there? The last snake we saw was pretty horrible."
Harry looked to see where Teddy was but the little boy was busy hissing while running around in circle. "Actually, I think it would be good. We both have pretty bad memories of that snake. I would like to forget about Nagini. What happened in here," he nodded towards the Reptile House, "was the first time that I thought that maybe the things that happened to me weren't just weird but something else. I mean, talking to snakes? That was a pretty amazing thing to happen."
"Unless you're secretly a Slytherin at heart that is."
"True." Harry grinned, "Come on, Teddy. Let's go visit my old friend, Boa."
They made their way past all of the other cases until they came to one that was labeled Boa Constrictor. Brazil. The snake was coiled in the back of the cage, ignoring the people standing and staring at it.
"Is that it, Harry?" Teddy whispered loudly.
Harry shrugged, "I don't know. The sign is the same."
"Well, ask him!" Teddy said plaintively.
"Hush, Harry will. We need to wait for these people to move on though." Draco said quietly to Teddy, squatting down to his level, "What should Harry ask him?"
"If he remembers Harry of course!" Teddy said, "And then he should make the glass disappear and we can take him home for a pet."
"You told him the whole thing?" Draco said to Harry.
"Well, yeah," he grinned sheepishly.
"Didn't think it would give him nightmares about rogue twenty foot snakes roaming London?"
"Er, no. Didn't think of that and anyways it didn't, did it, Teddy?"
"Nuh uh," Teddy grinned. "The people are gone! Ask him!"
Draco straightened and stood next to Harry, "Go ahead, ask him."
"Right." Harry closed his eyes and tried to remember the sensation of talking in parseltongue. He hadn't done it in years. "Hello, Can you hear me?" He opened his eyes and looked towards the coiled snake. It hadn't moved.
Draco leaned closer and Harry could tell he was tempted to tap on the glass, "Try again."
Harry shrugged, "Hello. Are you the same snake that was here ten years ago?" There was a pause and then slowly, very slowly the snake lifted its head and turned it towards the glass. "Sorry to disturb you nap. My friends wanted to meet you."
"Louder. The glass is very thick. They didn't want me to escape again," The snake was uncoiling itself and moving sinuously towards them. As one, they all took a step back from the glass. Draco had his hands on Teddy's shoulders protectively. "You never came back."
"Yes, I'm sorry. I got in a lot of trouble for what happened." Harry hissed louder, knowing he was getting curious looks from other zoo visitors.
"Me, too." The snake had its tongue pressed against the glass eyeing them, "Squirrel is very tasty."
Harry laughed, "I'll remember that."
"You have changed."
"I have?"
"You are...lighter."
"I'm what?"
"Your spirit was troubled. You have been freed, yes?"
"Yes." Harry said soberly, "I am free."
"That is good. I am glad that one of us has escaped."
"I wish I could free you..."
"I've accepted my fate, but perhaps you can visit again."
With that the snake slowly lowered its head and slithered to the fake tree that was in its cage. He slowly moved up the tree, "Goodbye."
"Goodbye." Harry hissed softly. He stood staring at the snake until he felt Draco wrap his arm around his waist.
"Are you okay?"
"Yessss, I mean. Yeah." Harry glanced down at Teddy and summoned a smile. "Let's go outside and I'll tell you what he said."
They made their way to the ice cream stand and Harry took no small delight in ordering Teddy the biggest knickerbocker sundae on the menu. As he dug into the sweet delight, Draco looked at Harry worriedly. "What did he say to you, you're upset."
"No. Well, not really. He told me that I had changed. That I was free."
"You are free? What does that mean?"
"I don't know. I think maybe free from the Horcrux?" Harry glanced at Teddy to make sure he wasn't listening, "Do you suppose that he could sense Voldemort in me?"
Draco reached over and gently rubbed his hand, "I don't know. But, regardless, we know you are finally free. Something that makes me very happy."
"Me, too."
OoooOoO
The next morning Harry woke to Draco's leg thrown possessively over him and a distinctive unpleasant reminder of the previous night's pleasures. He nudged Draco, "Hey, it was your turn to do the cleaning spells."
"Mmupphh" Draco muttered into the pillow.
"Sorry?"
Draco flopped over moodily, "I said, you're Mr. Wandless, you should have done it. I couldn't find my wand."
"More like couldn't be bothered to find it," Harry laughed.
"Well, there is that." Draco ran his hand down Harry's arm, "Bet I can make up for it in the shower."
It was well past breakfast time when they finally made it downstairs. They stopped on the landing as they saw Andromeda in the sitting room. Teddy was happily playing with his dragon toys on the carpet.
"About time you two came downstairs." Andromeda said smilingly, "Surprised you didn't come down earlier to see the Prophet."
"Had better things to do," said Draco, yelping as Harry pinched him.
"Erm, he meant that reading it sooner wouldn't change anything." Harry said with a glare, "How bad is it?"
"See for yourself," Andromeda said as she pointed towards the paper that was resting on the end table.
As Draco reached for the paper, Harry turned as he heard Teddy singing, "Harry and Draco, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G, first comes love..."
He looked at Andromeda, "And who taught him that little ditty?"
Andromeda laughed, "He must have picked it up from his American cousins."
Draco nudged him and Harry looked down at the paper and swore loudly.
"Harry has to give you a knut!" Teddy said excitedly.
"Yes, he does." Andromeda said, "Really boys, it is such a nice photo."
"Sure, except that the reporter was pretending that the camera wasn't working. We didn't know she was taking it." Draco snapped.
"It is a nice photograph though," Harry had to admit. "We don't have any nice ones of us, the only ones we have are of us glaring at the camera when they sneak one." Hayes had captured them standing close together, PhotoDraco adjusting PhotoHarry's collar and the PhotoHarry smiling and leaning forward to kiss PhotoDraco.
"True," Draco said, "What about the headline though?"
"Hmmm?" Harry asked as he watched their kiss replay again.
"The headline, Potter."
"Oh," Harry adjusted his gaze and sucked in his breath, "'Harry Potter Reveals All', Merlin it makes it sound like they have me starkers in there," he looked at Andromeda, "They don't, do they?"
Andromeda laughed delightedly, "What? You think they have you featured like a page three girl? You'd best turn the page and find out."
"What's a page three girl?" Draco muttered as he fumbled to open the cover.
"Doesn't matter, you wouldn't be interested." Harry said with a laugh. He gave a sigh of relief when the inside photographs were of Hank Black and himself side by side, it was an early photograph of Hank wearing Harry's glasses. They had managed to find two photographs where Harry was making the exact same gesture. "Harry Potter Seeks Escape As Hank Black." The headline screamed. Harry groaned, "Seeks, Seeker. How clever of them."
"It is actually a very nice article," Andromeda said, "And I've already ordered a copy of the photograph."
"You didn't!" Harry looked at Andromeda as Draco went and sat down on the sofa, reading the article.
"I certainly did."
"What will it look like when they deliver it here..."
"Oh posh," Andromeda said, "You said it yourself. There are no nice photographs of you and Draco. High time there was one here. I'm going to put it right up on the mantle with the rest."
Harry shook his head and went to sit next to Draco. He didn't bother trying to read the article. "What do you think?" He asked when Draco finally folded the paper and put it on the floor.
"Wasn't actually too bad. Hayes is a fair writer. You should read it."
"Later, right now I'm find I'm quite hungry." Harry eyed Draco, "Can't imagine why."
Draco and Andromeda both snorted, "Well, I am. And for that you can make breakfast."
Draco stood and stretched, "Sure, I can order breakfast from Kreacher as well as you can."
"My omelettes are better than his are," Harry said as he grabbed Draco's hand as they headed out the door and down the hallway.
"Thought you weren't making breakfast?"
"I could be persuaded." Harry said, glancing over at Draco. "You do have the whole day off,"
"True, I could do a lot of persuading." Draco pulled Harry to him, "Although, I did work awfully hard in the shower just a little while ago."
"True, but that was more giving, I was thinking of a more receiving kind of persuasion." Harry ran his hands over Draco's hips.
"Omelettes by Harry Potter it is, then." Draco smiled into the kiss.
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