Pairing: HP/LM
Rating: R
Warning: Slash, angst, M/M, Mpreg
Disclaimer: All characters from Harry Potter belong to JK Rowling and Warner Brothers. I'm just an obsessed maniac who is also an insomniac thanks to the voices in her head. The Thistleton Hotel really exists and I have never been in there. I am not making any money out of this and use the Hotel name purely because it was in the right local and I liked how it looked from the outside. Trust me, if you try to sue me, it won't get you any money cos I'm dirt broke already!
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Feedback: Desperately needed…
A/N: EEEEKKK!! Please don't kill me!! I know this is late, way late and I think this is way far from what you all were expecting but well, I had to rewrite this chapter about five times as I just couldn't do justice towards it. This actually isn't the whole chapter but half of it. I decided to upload this first so you all will have something to read in the mean time. The next chapter will probably be a little late out as my workload at uni is really heavy, the end of the term is coming near and I've been running around and actually studying!! I won't be able to reply to all your reviews though I would like to shout out to jelly bean for writing such an inspirational review, she actually came back to reread my fic! Wow! This chapter is actually dedicated to her since if it weren't for her review I might not have rushed this as much. I've also taken the time to start up my own yahoo group and the link is here. If for some reason, FFnet messes up and the link does not appear, I'll try to upload it to my homepage on my author's page so you can access it from there. Oh, for all readers of my Waiting songfic series, I finally found the third song and am trying to fit it into my schedule to write the final chapter. Look out for it soon please. Again, I'm sorry for the delay, I'll try to update at least once a week from now on but I cannot promise you all anything. Salutations to Linda and Lillian for being superb beta's and advisers as well as to Drusilla Dax and all those at the haven who listened to me whine over this chapter and gave suggestions. I hope you all like this chapter at least a little... let me know even if you hated it. It is a little different from the other chapters but at least the Draco lovers might like it. I hopeSuite 7310, Thistleton Hotel, Bayswater, London, Summer 1995
Draco slowly opened his eyes, his head felt heavy and his body was contorted uncomfortably. Fumes from mini bottles littered all around him assaulted his senses as he blinked blearily, trying to focus his vision. The four dark shapes looming over him slowly melded into two main figures, one light haired, the other dark.
Recognizing his father, he immediately felt better, though he couldn't shake the hint of discomfort, as if something wasn't right somehow. It was only when his gaze focused more on the unidentified figure next to his father did he realize what that feeling was trying to warn him. Harry Potter. Looking hung over in total disarray, shirtless, eyes swollen and face pinched.
Draco's POV
To say it was a day full of surprises would be an understatement. It'd be like saying a lightning strike that hit you was slightly annoying. My mind focused on that fact and refused to let go of it, rebelling completely and halting all other thought processes that might precede it. And so, in effort to jumpstart the synapses between my neurons, I decided to try and think back to the start of this fiasco of a day and figure it out step by step.
You know, there are some days you just shouldn't have gotten out of bed and because you did, your life, through the course of the day, is changed irrevocably forever. Today was one such day and how I longed for the comfort of my Egyptian silk sheets and my hug-pillow. A pain worse then death will befall whoever reveals the fact that I sleep with my hug-pillow. When I'm in Hogwarts its charmed to be invisible to anyone other then me. Ah, my hug-pillow, when I was younger I had named it and played games with it. Not that I'm ever going to tell this to anyone. Only father knows about it. If anyone else touches it, even when it is invisible and they don't realize, I have it charmed chock full of hexes. My huggy. Wait a minute. Damn it brain!! Stop procrastinating and get back to work!!
OK, where was I? Ah, well, today was such a day when I wished I had never gotten out of bed. The shock, the horror of seeing my father curled up around Harry Potter of all people, both looking so peaceful together, bedroom strewn with clothes and empty liquor bottles.... *shudder* No wonder Wormtail refused to come back. He must have been scarred for life and he was here earlier yesterday. Hmm, maybe he interrupted the two of them. Ewww!!! *shudder* Brain, do not even go there!! Stay far away from that image. I warn you, don't think about it.... argh!! Now I'm thinking about it. Great, my father makes the Boy-Who-Lived his own little Twinkie and my brain decides to revolt and malfunction. My day is officially complete.
Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, what happens but I emerge into the land of consciousness again to see two sets of eyes, one steel gray and one vibrant emerald green, staring right at me. Perhaps though, there is a silver lining to every cloud. I think many people would pay galleons to see my father, Lucius Malfoy look so uncomfortable and embarrassed as well as concerned. *sigh* The myriads of emotions running through his usually expressionless face was very interesting. Potter on the other hand looked twice as uncomfortable as my father and his whole torso was flushed red. Once he ascertained I was alright, he moved back and refused to look anyone in the eye, mumbling something about giving us time to talk in private and then beating a hasty retreat into the outer room.
Left alone with father, he tried to explain the circumstances to me, finally confirming his actual allegiance which I have suspected but never really known for sure. He told me that he wanted me to make my own decision based on my own reasons and would not hate me for my choice no matter what. All he asked was for me not to betray him to Voldemort and to keep his secret as well as Potter's presence in his hotel room to myself.
About that though, I had to really sit down and force my face not to show incredulity when he vehemently told me that nothing had happened between the two. Of course he went into the whole Wormtail explanation and the very thought of his caught in the jaws of a vengeful panther and then pissing himself shitless, well, that helped brighten the day a lot more. But back to the topic, I know my father. Drinking so much as to lose control was letting down his guard in front of a stranger. And the fact that he initiated and invited Potter into the room as well as let it get so far as to sleep in his arms all night long, well, that's saying something. That's saying a lot. Maybe he just hasn't realized it yet but apparently my father trusts Potter, something Malfoys seldom, very seldom do. This was serious.
The only question that remains is what to do about this whole thing? The crossroads that I have dreaded all my life is finally at hand. Now, I have to make the decision that I've tried to stay far away from for so long that I deluded myself into thinking that it would never happen. I have to make a really conscious choice on the side in the upcoming battle I want to ally myself with. I have had the opportunity no one has ever really had. A chance to see both sides at all it's unadulterated glory and only then making my choice. Others would count me lucky, but I don't think I am. Not really. It would be so much easier if I were able to make this decision blindly and stupidly. However, my fate decrees it differently and I have to choose between my father who loves me no matter what and my mother as well as her lover who in their own way care for me. Some might say it is an easy decision but they don't understand. However mixed up my home life is, it has always been that way, its what I know. There is a strange kind of balance between it all, and that is how I wish it could remain . Regrettably, it wasn't meant to be. The reprieve that Potter won for me has finally come to it's end and .....
Wait a minute... what am I talking about? Listen to me! I've already made my decision! Damn... All I had to do was to actually face it head on and think it all through properly it seems. All these years dreading it and fearing the choice and now it's handed to me on a platinum Malfoy's never touch anything as course as silver platter. No matter how my mother cares for me, I've always known my father best and would always follow him no matter what he chose to do. Knowing he in all actuality is on the other side makes it easier for me as now I won't have to betray him.
TBC.....
