Title: In The Interests Of …

Author: I_nv_u50

Pairings: DracoXHarry

Disclaimer: See any one from the ones before.

Chapter Rating: PG13 cuz I can't remember what was in this one . .

Author's Notes: First thing is first. You can have two choices. One, this story is extra long, and the chapters come out regularly. Or, This story is short, and it has a sequel, but you'll have to wait for a while to get that, at least until I finish my other stories.

So, whichever is fine

Harry: She's lying. She wants you to pick the One Story so she can finish this.

Draco: Bullshit. She wants you to pick the sequel so we get lots more time off!

Harry: Oh. Er…. Yea!! That's the one!!

Erm.. Sure. Anyway, it's your choice ^^ I know which one I prefer though .

Draco: Which means she's going to do what she wants no matter what gets the most votes.

Harry: She's tricky, that one.

Draco: well, she learnt it from the best of course. (preens)

Harry: (laughs) Who, you?

Sirius: (pops up) No! Me!

Anyway, you get to see more of the marauders in this one.

For some reason, this one was very hard to do O.o; I also have a sever case of writer's block, so I kind of had to whip this one out. So if it's too bad, complain and I'll redo it, ok? ^^

Anyway, the next chapter arrival depends on your answers to the earlier question, so you cant get an update until at least three people agree with my way ^^;;

Draco: Now that's just cruel. (claps) I applaud you.

Nice to know I finally get someone's appreciation around here. (glares at Harry and the marauders)

Anyway, enjoy, review, and answer!! In that order to, preferably :D

Draco, upon meeting the Beaumonts, wasn't entirely sure what to think.

He had felt a great love welling up inside of Harry as they got closer and closer to the main wing of the mansion, and he had been fully prepared to be polite to these people.

It would have been easier if they were more like he had expected, which they weren't.

When they had entered the office, Harry, who was just about tingling with pent up joy and excitement, had sloppily saluted the headmaster before throwing himself into his mother's welcoming open arms.

She was quite pretty, Draco noted, but her aura hinted at something more than just the cheerful greeting she gave her only son.

James Beaumont was also something of a mystery. He looked to be in his mid twenties although Draco knew for a fact that he was actually thirty-five. James himself didn't consider himself old – until Harry teased him about something, and he used his age to defend himself.

There were also two other strange men in the office, one with black hair that was as dark as Harry's; and the other with such light brown hair, it might have actually been dark blonde.

Harry was overjoyed to see that his godfather and adopted uncle had come as well. It was probably for the best that Draco met all the most important members of his family all at once, when first impressions were most important, and gossip would have happened if they had not all come.

Draco seemed confused. Harry watched him bluntly, openly ignoring Seifer when he started talking, intent on finding the reason for such a feeling. What was there to be confused about?

It was something more, something just beyond the outstretched, invisible fingers of his mind, just a little further than the grasp of his understanding…

"Harry!" the force at which his name was spoken sent him falling down the crevice, the distance between him and Draco strengthening, and he felt the loss surround him as he plummeted. He reached up for help, but there was nothing there, and he fell further, lost to the world.

And then, suddenly, a hand seized his, and he stopped falling down the endless hole, and when he looked up there were silver eyes smiling down at him with such possible warmth that he almost wept. And he understood.

"Harry!" His name came again, and jolted Harry out of the peaceful glade he had been in, and Harry flushed hotly, avoiding his parent's eyes, aware that he had been staring and more. What had just happened?

They turned to the bewildered sorceress as well.

Draco had felt something pulling, something that hadn't let go when he tried to dislodge it, and he had done nothing to help it when it first started falling. He had no idea what it was, but it had pulled him down after it, and when he had unintentionally reached out a hand to grab it, to help it, there had been a startling flash of green, and then emptiness.

Draco suddenly felt alone, and it raised his nervousness up just a little.

"You must be Draco." Lily said, almost making it a question.
James snorted good-naturedly at the odd name, and Draco narrowed his eyes for a second out of annoyed anger and tense nerves.

Harry scowled at the blonde, but addressed his mother. "Yea, that's Draco. Draco, this is my mom, my dad, my godfather, Sirius and this is Remus."

Draco nodded sharply, wanting nothing more than to get out, wanting nothing less than alone time with his knight. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"For us, yes. I'm afraid this idiot," Lily smacked James' head affectionately, "ruined any chances we might have had, didn't he?"

Draco felt a reluctant smile creep up. He forced it back down again. Harry smirked secretly at him.

"No, it's an honour to finally meet you. Harry's told me so much about you." Draco replied smoothly, winking at Harry.

"Did he now?" Lily looked at her son, amused at the slow flush that was staining his cheeks that was as much irritation as embarrassment.

She smiled, more than a little interested. "All bad stuff, probably."

"Bad? Us? Bad? What nonsense!" James put on a look of consternation.

"Alas, he speaks the truth!" Sirius proclaimed loudly, throwing an arm around his godson's shoulders, and the other around his best friend's.

Draco fought the sudden jealousy that rose up.

"Why, thank you, kind sir." James preened, his warm brown eyes sparkling with unspoken laughter.

"Not you, you prat! Harry!"

"Sirius!"

Sirius stuck his tongue out briefly at James; before his eyes accidentally caught Draco's ice cold ones. Sirius hugged Harry closer on a whim to experiment, and grinned when Draco took half a step towards them, then had to stop himself.

Lily glanced at Draco's clenched jaw and frowned at Sirius. "Harry? Is there anywhere we can eat?"

James bounced up out of his sulk to agree. "Yea! Your mother was complaining half the ride over here!"

Lily grinned at him and Harry. "That's absolutely correct. Where can we eat?"

They agreed to eat in Harry's room, wanting to see how he was living, especially Lily, who still wasn't too pleased about the idea of her son being a mercenary.

Seifer had, however, assured them all before Harry's arrival that now Harry was a knight, he couldn't be sent on any missions unless his sorceress agreed, or it was a big emergency, and all SeeDs were needed.

Lily, who had never wanted Harry to be a SeeD and go on those missions, was very pleased that Draco had turned out to be the viciously protective type. There was something bothering her about him though, and she made up her mind to talk to Draco alone later, when they had time.

James and Sirius were ecstatic when they found the bar, which Harry had purposely emptied two days ago, knowing that they would spur each other on until both were merrily drunk. He didn't think he could handle either one of them drunk again, not after the last time, where James had ended up donning a kilt and nothing else for the entire evening, and Sirius had played some rather disturbing pranks on the neighbours. He didn't think it safe for them to be drunk anywhere near Draco anyway; especially after what had happened last time Draco had seen drunken people.

To no ones surprise though, Sirius found the full bottles of alcohol with varying strengths hidden in the microwave.

Harry shook his head and sighed smilingly, and did nothing but grin when Lily reprimanded her husband and his best friend when they attempted to drink to everyone's health.

Draco could only watch in bemusement from Harry's bed, staring at the older people with hidden mystification. He had never in his life seen people act like this, not people of this age. He wondered if they did it often. He wondered if it was fun, if it had an ulterior motive.

He wondered if he would ever be able to try it.

Harry felt the bewilderment Draco was trying so hard to conceal, and went to go sit next to him, grinning, and resisting, with some difficulty, the urge to moon over the kiss.

He was trying his hardest to forget it, but it just wouldn't go away. "Do you see what I mean?"

Draco blinked at him, still unpleasantly muddled. "Are you sure they're older than us?"

He gestured at James, who was currently trying to get a resisting Remus to join in, and at Sirius who was arguing happily with Lily.

Harry grinned at the sight the four of them made. He had missed them a lot. "Positive."

Draco returned his gaze to the helplessly laughing Remus, who was being encouraged to cook a gourmet meal by James, who was prancing around him in the kitchen area, and generally getting in the way. It seemed to be something he did quite well.

Harry shrugged.

"Hey, Harry?"

"Yea?" Harry snorted with laughter as Sirius gave Lily a loud; smacking kiss and James stopped prancing to start stalking towards them. Sirius shrieked with laughter, and ran to hide behind Remus, who dodged out of the way. Sirius tried to follow him, and it all ended up looking like a rather awkward, complicated dance. James had to stop chasing eventually because he was laughing too hard.

"Do you like your glasses?"

"Hm? I'm not sure." Harry ignored his family to honestly think about it. "I don't think I do, but I'm used to them by now. Why?"

Draco shifted until he was facing Harry directly. "I want to try something. Do you trust me?"

"Of course." Harry answered matter-of-factly, not needing to think about it. He realized it was true as he said it, and he blinked in surprise at himself. He did. Somewhere along the way, he had started to trust the arrogant, temperamental sorceress.

Draco searched Harry's eyes with sincere surprise and gratitude and nodded, unaccountably moved by what he found in them.

He shook his head to clear it, and without preamble, picked Harry's glasses off his nose and crushed them.

The snapping of plastic alerted everyone in the room, and they all stared at the pair on the bed with astonishment.

Harry blinked. Everything was reduced to a blur, but he could see Draco's clear gray eyes as clearly as if he was still wearing his glasses, and he focused solely on them.

Then there were cool hands holding his face gently, and Draco leaned so close that Harry had to blink and remember to refocus his eyes.

"Close your eyes and concentrate on me, Harry." Draco whispered, and pressed his forehead to Harry's.

Then there was a flash of white fire behind Harry's eyes, and both he and Draco hissed with the pain that was shared before it was over.

Draco pulled back, his hands lingering on Harry's face before they dropped into his own lap, and Harry opened his eyes.

He could see. Whereas before, without his glasses, all he could see were a blur of colours and fuzzy figures. Now he could actually see where the eyes and nose and mouth were if he looked at people that were more than a few inches away from him.

It wasn't perfect eyesight, far from it, but now he'd have a better chance at seeing the enemy if ever he was in a situation where he had lost his glasses.

Cold metal slid over his cheeks and settled behind his ears, and he could see perfectly again.

Draco opened his eyes again, smiling a little as his fingers trailed lightly down Harry's cheek. "Is that better? I couldn't fix them completely, but your lenses are quite a bit thinner now, and you won't be so defenseless if you lose them."

Harry gaped at Draco, touched that he had done something like this, and gazing in dreamy wonder at the expression of tenderness on Draco's face.

Was Draco… blushing?

This was, without a doubt, the best present he had ever been given.

No one knew how much he hated having to wear glasses, to have to depend on them when they could have given his position away a number of times, and when he was in danger whenever he wore them.

But Draco had somehow known, and, having known, understood and had tried to fix it.

Harry fought down the lump that inevitably rose up in his throat, and tackled Draco in a sudden, tight hug that Draco returned enthusiastically.

James had a sudden coughing fit, and Harry disentangled his resisting mind from Draco's as he pulled sharply away, suddenly remembering where he was and who was with him.

Lily smiled at him. "We'll go visit Ron and Hermione for a while then, shall we?"

Harry turned bright red as she herded the others out, and Draco smirked.

"Harry?"

"Yea?"

"Can you do that again?"

"Do what?" Harry blinked.

"Hug me?"

Harry scowled; half thinking that Draco was teasing him. "No."

Draco pouted, and Harry was suddenly sure that he was teasing.

"Why ever not? I thought it highly entertaining, and quite enjoyable." Draco lowered his voice to a husky purr. "Don't tell me you didn't like it, Harry. I wont believe you."

Harry yelped and leapt off the bed. "Draco! Stop it! You're doing that on purpose!"

"Doing what?" Draco purposely sent through some sensual feelings he pulled up.

Harry spluttered wordlessly for a minute, rich embarrassment leaking through all the erotic feelings Draco was giving off, before he turned tail and fled.

Draco smirked, and followed at a more leisurely pace, down to the cafeteria.