So, this is a request fic. It would be heavily focused on smut, and there would be multiple three-way relationships. The smut would start from chapter four or five, when they would board the train. So hold on until then as I create a little plot to support it.
Comment if you like it.
Draco Malfoy watched from his hidden location as a 14-year-old Harri Potter stomped in the empty playground. He couldn't help but snort as the teenage witch tried to kick a bench in anger but only managed to hurt herself in the process. When her angry rant at her relatives started to simmer down, he stepped out from behind the Tree.
"That's quite a colorful rant, Potter. One I never expected to the mouth of Gryffindor princess."
Harri's eyes snapped to him immediately, recognition already in her face. He cursed internally, having lost another bet to his time-traveling wife. Daphne had said that Harri could identify his voice, but he had refused to believe that.
"Malfoy"
He rolled his eyes at the familiar greeting.
"Yes, Potter, thank you for telling me my name."
Her hand, which had been searching in her pocket, came out to form a fighting stance. He raised an eyebrow, not expecting her to do that. Then a memory came to him of Daphne speaking about Harri's relative locking her wand away, and all amusement flood from his mind.
"Shut up, what are you even doing here? How did you find this place? Is your father somewhere near? Dumbeldore said.."
He cut off her tirade by throwing his wand at her, which she caught with quick reflex.
"I don't know what that old fool said, but my father does not know I am here. Your address is surprisingly easy to find if one knows where to look for it, and don't worry, very few magicals know how to do it. I am here because I have something very important to discuss with you. You have my wand, so would you chill the fuck out."
Seeing her dropped jaw was quite enjoyable for him as he took a seat on the sole bench in the playground.
"How do you know that muggle saying?"
"That's what you want to know?"
"Yes, I do." Geen's eyes bore into him, making his entire body shiver. Before this, every time it happened, he would fear for his life, but not now.
"I have spent some time in the muggle world at my own, Princess, and that's one of the few things that remained."
She had taken a seat on an old drum some distance away from him, his wand hidden in her lap but still pointing in his direction.
"Don't lie, Malfoy. I have never heard you speak like that before."
He knew this would come up, but Daphne had come up with a perfect excuse.
"What you have seen of me till now is what I want everyone to see, Princess..."
"Stop calling me Princess, Malfoy."
He couldn't help but give a teasing smile.
"Isn't that what you are known as to other houses, Gryffindor Princess?"
Once again, she was shocked, but he moved on.
"For why I am here, tell me, what do you know about Bethrotal contracts?"
"Bethrotal what?"
"Contracts, Princess, don't tell me you are that dumb..."
"I will hit you, Malfoy."
".. am sure your muggle school taught you the meaning of that word."
Her teeth-gritting action nearly made him smile, but he controlled himself.
"Yes, I know what that means."
"Thanks, Merlin."
The smile left his face as he opened up about the excuse that was not very far away from the truth.
"My mother, Narcissa Malfoy, is from the Black family."
He ignored the recognition that shined on her face.
"She was betrothed to my father through a contract signed between House Malfoy and House Black. It was an old-style contract that pureblood houses preferred at that time, which means my mother basically has no right in that marriage. Whatever my father decides or wants, she has to follow without any objection."
While that was not wholly true, it was not too far off. He closed his eyes for a moment before continuing.
"My father is not a good man, Princess; you already know that. Crabbe and Goyle are not just my minions, as you all think; they are also my leash, along with few others. Everything I say and do in Hogwarts is reported back to Father."
The next part was difficult for him, as it was the complete truth.
"Any failure to act on my part as he wants is reflected back at my mother. The first time I messed up, I was six years old. It was the same day that I witnessed my mother getting crucioed just before a torture curse hit me."
Harri was now looking at him with horror, her hand covering her mouth.
"I am sorry..."
"Don't apologize, Princess; you are not responsible for what happens in my home."
"But it is not right."
"I know, and that's why I am here, Princess."
"What can I do?", came a determined reply. He once again controlled himself from rolling his eyes at the Gryffindor behavior. He and Daphne had their work cut out in the future.
"It's not you that can help me and my mother, Princess, but it's your runaway godfather, Sirius Black."
His wand was once again pointed in his direction, anger visible on her face.
"What do you know about Sirius?"
He leaned back on the bench, not caring about the furious redhead who looked ready to attack him.
"Sirius Orion Black is the current Lord of House Black, Princess, even though he had not formally taken up the position. When the contract between my parents was written, it had multiple clauses that gave the head of House Black the power to break the contract on suitable grounds."
"And your father just agreed to it?"
"When the contract was signed, House Black was a very powerful pureblood house, Princess. Whatever they wanted, they got it without any objections."
She was silent for a few moments as his wand came down.
"You want Sirius to break that contract."
"Yes"
Surprising him once again, she didn't immediately jump in.
"How can I trust you after everything that you did in the past three years?"
Although she had a point, irritation still filled him up.
"I just told you..."
She cut him off.
"Yes, you did, but how can I believe that you are even speaking the truth and not just making things up."
He calmed himself, thinking over what he could do. Only one answer came to him.
"I cannot show you a proof, Princess, but"
He overrode the snarky reply she was getting ready for.
"I will help you do something that will show I am serious about this."
She motioned for him to go on.
"You want your Godfather to be free, and I will make sure that happens, but I want your word that after he is not a hunted criminal anymore, he will break my mother's betrothal contract."
This time the silence extended for a long time before she finally nodded.
"Very well, get my godfather free..."
"No, no, Princess, I am not the one going to be the one that gets your godfather free."
The enraged expression was back on her face.
"But you just said..."
"I said that I would help you do it, Princess. Are you sure your ears are working in right order?"
"Keep cutting me off, and you will be the one not working in right order, Malfoy."
"Jeez, so violent. Anyway, I said I am going to help you free your godfather. I will teach you what you need, give you the tools that you require, and supply you with the information that you will want, but in the end, it will be you who will get the process started and then see it through."
She nodded before tossing his wand back.
"I agree, Malfoy."
"Shake our hands on it?", He enquired cheekily, offering his hand.
"Ha, in your dreams, Malfoy."
"Ch, ch, so rude, Princess. Now, you cannot tell anyone about this."
He cut off her once again, this time with a severe expression.
"If my father even gets a hint about this, he will make sure that it never happens. Our lives will be at stake, so you cannot tell anyone about this, not your friends, not the Headmaster, nor anyone else. Do you understand why I am asking this, Harri Potter?"
She frowned, her face bringing up old suppressed feelings.
"I will only tell Sirius."
"Then impress upon him how important it is."
"Yeah, yeah, I will do so. Now is there anything else you need?"
"Yes, you are to visit me here every day until we leave for school. There is a lot of things that you will need to learn and do if you want to free your godfather anytime soon."
She looked around before turning to him.
"Not here. Meet me at the Library that just around the corner. Can I trust your pureblood brain to find your way there?"
He deliberately bowed.
"As you command, thy royal lion princess."
With that, he apparated away but not before hearing Potter shout another few death threats at him. Appearing near the ward boundary of his home, he sent a Patronus to Daphne before stepping inside. It was time to talk to his mother.
Narcissa Malfoy was used to her son's quick-changing behavior, but his action in the last two days had left her stumped. With Lucius away to France for one of his business deals, she had expected Draco to get up early to sit on the Lord's chair at the table like before, but instead, her son had stayed in his bed well past noon. When he had finally come out, his eyes had been bloodshot, and he had grabbed her in a tight hug. He had even called her mum, which she had not heard for a long time, having become used to 'mother'. After reassuring her that it was just a nightmare, he had locked himself in the Library. His personal elf, Molly, had not been seen after that, so she had sent breakfast using other elves. Draco had jumped out of the Library to say thank you and then went back in. She had thought about interrupting but had let it go as teenage behavior. This morning, he had run out of manor after breakfast, informing her not to ask that he was going to a friend's house. She was sure that he had declined to have friends at the end of the previous year, so this must be someone new.
It was midday, and she was going to prepare for a party as Lucius wanted when her son came back. He had dragged her out to the gardens, near the small lake he always liked. His face was quite serious, so she kept her words and looked at him. What he asked was something she had never expected.
"Mum, do you love father?"
"What...Draco, what do you mean?"
"A simple yes or no, mum. Do you really want to stay with him?"
He was looking at her with such intense eyes that she couldn't help but answer truthfully.
"No, but your father..."
"I know what father is. I have a friend, mum, who can help you dissolve your marriage contract."
Shock spread through her system as she considered her son's word. What he was saying was not possible.
"What, friend?"
"Harri Potter"
"Harri Potter, the girl-who-lived, the same girl you have been complaining about for last..."
"Yeah, yeah, I was a jerk, now answer me, would you like to dissolve the contract?"
She leaned back at this, thinking about everything that she observed. Draco's way of speaking had changed a lot since his return from Hogwarts, and now he was claiming to be friends with Harri Potter, the girl who Dumbledore had hidden away for the past 14 years. She pushed her doubts back, instead focusing on the important thing for now.
"How can Harri Potter help?"
He gave her a smile that was a mix of teasing and sad.
"She is the goddaughter of Sirius Black, mum, the unofficial head of House Black."
Things rapidly fell into place after that as the teasing smile of her cousin flashed into her mind.
"But he was sentenced."
"Yes, but he was never convicted, mum."
"How do you know all this?"
This time her son lowered his eyes.
"I remember very few things clearly from my childhood; one of them is the tutors report to father on my sixth birthday and what happened after that."
She embraced him immediately, one in which he went without his usual protest.
"I have been looking for something since I went to Hogwarts, mum, and last year, I finally found it after the news of Black's escape."
They talked for another hour, her son explaining the deal he had made with Harri Potter.
"You said you were her friend."
"Well, no, I mean Yes, I mean it's a recent development, mum."
She slapped him lightly before standing up.
"Is there anything else you would like to inform me?"
"Yes, the marriage contract with House Greengrass, Daphne has agreed to honor it."
"Oh really. I distinctly remember her cursing you and throwing her glass of water on you when her family came for a discussion."
He shrugged, his face a little red.
"We talked a lot this year, mum, and came to an agreement. She is not so bad."
She shook her head at her son's blushing tone.
"Hmm, I will talk to your father and Lady Greengrass. When are you going to meet Ms. Potter tomorrow?"
"After breakfast, we are going to meet at a library near her home; why?"
"I will be coming along with you."
"But mother.."
"Hush, I would like to meet the girl who would be the Black heiress one day."
A sort of defensive look appeared on his face, confusing her immensely.
"What are you planning for her, and how do you know about that?"
"I am not planning anything, Draco, and I know my cousin. He loved James Potter much more than he loved his own family, and with the Black blood in Harri Potter through her grandmother, Sirius would have made Harri his heir."
Her son was silent for a few seconds before looking at her with a smile.
"Not bad, mum, not bad."
She was confused about his words until he added the next part as he walked away.
"Don't think I missed the smile on your face as you talked about your 'cousin.'"
She blushed.