(A/N) seems like I haven't done this lately; DON'T OWN THEM, DON'T MAKE MONEY! Done, there, did it. Here is a nice long chapter for you wonderful, wonderful people. Have fun.
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"Come along Constantine, it's getting late," Draco called out from the entry.
"Coming Father," came the distant reply from upstairs. The older Malfoy waited by the front door for his son to finally join him. "Why do I have to go to the Weasleys?" The blonde boy asked as he joined his father.
"What, you don't want to go to their home?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, it's not that, it's just you always take me to their house the same time, every year, for as long as I can remember," Constantine explained, lowering his head, "Where do you go?"
"If I thought it was any of your business Constantine, I would tell you," Draco snapped, opening the door. "Out."
The two Malfoys made their way to Hermione and Ron's without another word being spoken between them. Before they went up the walk, Constantine spoke up. "I'm sorry father."
Draco sighed, closing his eyes. "Constantine, there isn't anything for you to be sorry for."
"Why can't I come with you then?" The blonde boy pushed.
Draco frowned looking at his son's eyes, "I'll let you come soon, but just not tonight. Alright?" Constantine nodded. "Come along. I want to talk to Hermione and Ron before it gets too late."
Constantine followed after his father up the walk to the door. After a moment, the door was opened by a young, bright red headed Weasley girl. "Hello Ophelia."
"Hello Mr. Malfoy," she quietly greeted, stepping aside.
They both entered the house, going where they heard the noise of the family in the sitting room. Ron and Paris were paying chess, and from the sound of it, Paris might have been winning. They were laughing with Hermione, watching over them, whispering to Paris to let his father win to save his ego. Constantine was grinning at the scene, but when he looked over to his father next to him, the look on his face was one Constantine has only seen a hand full of times.
First was when he was ten and he had snuck in quietly while Draco was in the study, he watched as his father stared off into the fireplace. The look of the man's face was enough to make the boy go back to his room with out a word, and he only stumbled upon that sight a few more times but he never asked what was the matter.
"Father," Constantine whispered, grabbing the man's arm.
Before Draco could say anything, Hermione noticed that company had arrived. "Oh, Draco! I should have known it was you at the door," Hermione smiled, walking up to the still standing Malfoys.
Paris stood, trying to keep from staring at Constantine. "I, um," Paris cleared his throat. "Let's go to my room." The blonde nodded and followed after the red head.
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"What's their problem?" Draco asked, watching the boys leave the room.
"I don't know. Paris has been talking about Constantine since he came home." Hermione grinned.
"So, he always talks about Constantine." Ron shrugged, picking up the chess game.
That made Hermione smile even more. "Tea?"
"No, thank you, I have to be going soon. I was running late tonight." Draco smiled slightly.
"I understand. Well you know we will keep Constantine as long as you want." Hermione grinned.
"When are you going to take Constantine with you?" Ron asked pointedly.
"Ron," his wife chastised.
"I will take Constantine when I think it is appropriate," Draco said warningly.
"Um, boys, I don't think now is the right time to discuss this" Hermione pointed out that the boys were standing in the doorway.
Ron sat on the sofa keeping his mouth shut, and Draco sighed, rubbing his four head. "I have to go, behave Constantine, I'll be back later," Malfoy sighed, heading out the door, not waiting for a reply from the boy.
Constantine frowned, looking from Hermione to Ron, neither one meeting the boy's gaze. "Come on Paris," the blonde huffed, pulling the boy after him, back to his friend's room.
"Ron don't, just let them be," Hermione said evenly, before Ron could get off the sofa.
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"They know something. Why arn't they telling me?" Constantine pounded around the room
"Well it apparently has something to do with where your father is going," Paris pointed out
"Yeah, you're right, Ophelia knows what we're doing, right?" Constantine asked moving back to his friend.
"Yeah, I filled her in this afternoon," Paris nodded.
"Well let's go before he gets too far away." Constantine smirked, going out the opened window.
The two boys followed the older Malfoy to a dark graveyard. They hung far back from the blonde man, and skirted around the area, keeping Draco in view. When Draco stopped finally in front of a grave, the boys got closer, not really getting close enough to hear what the man was saying, but apparently this grave held some importance.
"Why the hell is he at a graveyard?" Constantine whispered. Paris shrugged, squinting to see the name on the stone marker, but it was too small. At a certain point while Draco was on his knees in front of the stone, face in his hands, Constantine felt bad for following his father. "Paris, I don't think we should have came here," the blonde whispered sadly.
Paris looked to his friend and gave a small nod. "Probably."
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"He wanted to come tonight. Maybe I should have let him," Draco sighed, kneeling down on to the ground. "He's old enough isn't he? Of course he is. He's been old enough for a while now, hasn't he." Draco ran his hand through his hair. "I just don't think I can bring myself to tell him. Maybe I am the coward everyone thought I was. I'm afraid of my own son, but I know you wouldn't have kept this from him. You never liked secrets." He reached out touching the stone, "It's been sixteen years since you've left, since I've touched you, but why does it feel like not a day has past since you were torn from me." His eyes started to burn, and he rubbed his eyes with his hand to keep the tears at bay, breathing deep for a moment.
After a few moments, the boys ducked as Draco stood. He kissed his fingertips and pressed them to the stone, and left the graveyard. They waited a few moments before moving from their hiding spot. The two boys crossed the graveyard to where Draco had been moments before, and stood in front of the tombstone, reading the writing.
"This is Harry Potter's grave," Paris started.
"Harry Potter? Why would father be visiting his grave?" Constantine was beyond confused now. "And why would he be so upset?"
"You don't suppose, no. That's just too much." Paris shook his head.
"What, what's too much?" The blonde looked at his friend oddly.
"Well, you don't suppose that you could be, you know, Harry Potter's son," Paris suggested cautiously.
"You're kidding, right? Me, the son of the person who brought down the Dark Lord." At this point Constantine was laughing and heading out of the cemetary.
Paris frowned, looking at the grave marker and noticing the fresh flowers lying at the base. "Maybe you are," Paris whispered, heading after his friend.
The boys got back to the house before Constantine's father returned, and had enough time to change into their night clothes and get into bed and drift off before the rooms door opened. "Constantine," Draco whispered.
"Yeah," came the blonde boy's groggy reply.
"It's time to go, come on," Draco said a little louder, waiting till his boy moved.
Constantine looked over at the clock. It was after 1am. He did fall asleep. He stretched and got up, throwing on his clothes. Draco left the doorway, waiting for Constantine out in the sitting area. The blonde made sure he grabbed everything, then looked back at the sleeping red head. He moved quietly over to his side and leaned down kissing his friends forehead. "Bye."
Paris mumbled something that could have been 'bye' and 'Constantine,' but it didn't connect well. Smiling, the young Malfoy left the room, joining his father out in the sitting room, leaving with his father for home.
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The next morning, Paris asked him mum, "You went to school with Harry Potter right?"
Hermione stopped what she was doing and looked at her son. "Yes. He was in mine and your father's class."
"So you did know him then?" The boy asked.
"Yes, we did, but what's with all the questions?" She asked, keeping a even tone.
"Oh, nothing much. Last term we had a small discussion of the last war and I was just trying to find out more facts," Paris explained, drinking his juice. "He was a Gryffindor to, wasn't he?" There was a probing question.
"Yes, he was," Hermione gave a small nod as she wiped her hands.
"Was he involved with anyone in school?" Paris felt that this line of questioning was going to be cut short very soon.
Hermione looked at Paris closely, waiting a moment to answer. "I don't see how that has anything to do with history class, Paris."
"You're right Mum, it doesn't, but I'm just curious is all. You and Dad got together in school, why wouldn't he have done the same?" The red head kept everything light and even.
"He was with someone, yes." She gave a small laugh.
"Who was it?" Paris asked quickly.
"Never you mind, it doesn't matter anymore. There is no point in talking about someone who has been dead for sixteen years or what his dating life was like." Hermione collected the few dishes off the table and put them in the sink carelessly. Paris recoiled at the noise and knew a dish had broken. It was quiet in the kitchen, with only the noise from the sink and clanking of dishes. After a moment, Paris spoke up, taking his cup to the sink. "I think I'm going to go over to Constantine's for a while, Mum, alright?"
"That's fine, just be home before dinner," Hermione said softly.
He walked to the kitchen door and was going to ask his mother one more thing, but saw her wipe her eyes with a tea towel. He frowned and headed out to his friends home. When Constantine opened the door, he saw a rather solemn Paris on the other side.
"What's the problem?" The blonde asked, moving from the doorway.
"Nothing. I was asking my mum about Harry Potter and..." Paris was cut off by a sound of a crashing dish followed by a quiet, "Damn."
"Father? Are you ok?" Constantine moved quickly into the sitting room, where his father was standing over a broken teacup. "What happened?"
"Nothing. Just wasn't holding onto it right." Draco smiled, waving his hand. "You boys go, a house elf will take care of this."
"All right, come on Paris." Constantine headed up stairs with Paris close behind.
Once inside of the blonde's bedroom, Paris started talking again. "I like your father and everything, but how can you have house elves?"
Constantine sighed, rolling his eyes. "That's what they're here for Paris."
"You do act like a rich boy at times." Paris shook his head.
"What's that suppose to mean?" The blonde asked defensively.
"Nothing. Just that you can act all down to earth one minute then the next thing you sound like a rich brat," Paris simply pointed out.
"Have I ever flaunted what I have around you? No. Have I ever pointed out what you don't have and I do? No." Constantine crossed the room to Paris as he was speaking, till he was barely a foot from him.
Paris tried to meet the gaze of the blonde, but crumpled under the weight of it, looking down sadly. "Sorry."
"No, I am." The words were soft and he pulled the slightly taller red head to him, capturing his mouth with his. Paris gave a startled squeak, but relaxed into the kiss, letting the blonde control it. It was a slow unrushed kiss, and both boys poured what they could into it. When they broke apart, Paris was against the wall and Constantine was still pressed up against him, his hand in Paris' hair.
Neither boy opened their eyes, but Paris spoke first barely above a whisper. "I thought we weren't going to do this?"
"I don't remember saying anything about this." Constantine smirked causing Paris to meet his gaze.
Paris grinned blushingy, slightly taking hold of the blonde's hands. "Constantine, I want nothing more then to stay just like this, but I can't, we can't. There is too much history between us to let something like this happen." Paris frowned when the blonde pushed away.
"Too much history, please, that just gives even more reason on why we should," Constantine retorted sharply.
The red head sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. "Constantine, I value your friendship way too much to let something physical ruin it. We have two years of school left. If you still feel this way after that, then I'll consent." He paused, looking at his friend. "But I know your interest in people you see as potential love candidates doesn't last very long, and I don't want to take the chance that that might happen here."
Constantine laughed a little, walking back over to his friend, holding out his hand. "Alright then, if I still want you after school, I can have you. Is that what your saying?"
"Yeah, I guess it is." Paris laughed at the absurdity of the deal in taking the blondes hand.
Constantine pulled Paris in for a chaste kiss. "Deal." He walked back to his bed and flopped across it, "So what did your mum say about Harry Potter?"
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(A/N) Yeah, yeah I know, I couldn't resist it. I had to do something with those two and that was a bit of silliness there at the end I know. But you know you loved it, lol. We're coming down on the home stretch, not too much farther to go, almost done people. Lol yeah, and how many times have I said that before, lol. Well ok, off to the reviews. Hehe, I love this part...
Oh, but first, THANK YOU JADE! There. I didn't forget, that is, if you beta the right chapter this time! Lol, I'm kidding! ;P
(NOTE FROM THE BETA) Jade here. I'd like to thank YOU, Bella, for letting me beta. And dealing with my insanity. Love you! Back to you now.
Thank you Luna, and you put up with me just like I have to put up with you lol
ok now back to my reviews...
Shakespears whore- yeah I love sad lonely Draco, im just ever so mean to the lovely boy.
elion- that's just Constantine for ya breaking the rules lol but we may never know if they end up together lol im so mean
badluck-ngprod- lol well there's a sickenly sweet deal between them who knows maybe lol
jade- god everyone wants them together I sooo wasn't expecting this lol oh yes you give me ideas for blaise HA nothing I probably haven't already thought of lol
habitat21- yeah im happy they didn't get all weird with each other, but I guess they willbe on some level huh. Just proves how good of friends they are I guess.
moonlit eyes- lol like I said everyone wants them to hook up lol your just going to have to see if they do or not, but I am ever to happy you like them as much as you do.
beth5572- well here's another chapter for you have fun.
Oh and by the way,15 DAYS TILL GOF! im such a nerd :snort: