Scarhead Chapter 15

At six am in the morning, Damian woke up with a grin. He'd woken up by alarm, not by the smell of food. Quiet as the shadows, he crept out of his room in his pajamas and snuck down the hall. He quietly woke Niki and Teddy up, and together they went to get Lexie. The kids crept down the hall to Harry's room and pushed open the door. The door creaked with a load groan that echoed through the house. Dog streaked by and jumped up on the bed to curl at Draco's feet. The kids watched holding their breath.

Draco's Wolf perked up and searched for danger but found none. He was warm, content and did not mind being so close to the ground. His Wolf had a dominant male with him for protection, he was safe. His ear twitched and settled down. He was caught in the arms of someone he trusted, enveloped by their warmth and fell into a peaceful deep sleep to the smell of crisp green apples.

Deeming the scene safe Damian punched the air. "It worked!" he whispered, casting a bubble around the bed so the occupants couldn't hear. Lexie grinned. "It's so romantic! Maybe Dad will be as happy as Ron and Hermione or Bill and Fleur or Percy and Oliver!"

"Hold on Lex," Damian advised. "They're not getting married. We just wait until Draco gets better and then we can kick them out of the house to go on a date or something."

"Percy and Oliver aren't married." Lexie felt compelled to point out.

"We don't even know if they're together!"

Teddy tilted his head and his hair turned bright purple. "But they're happy being roommates. I wonder if my dad's happy"

"He's happy." Niki nodded clutching Dragon. "Cuz he loved your mum. Daddy hasn't loved yet."

"How do you know Granddad's happy?" Damian asked.

"She can tell," Lexie smiled down at her sister. "She's special."

"How can we get them to go on a date?" Teddy asked. He still wasn't sure why all this dating stuff was important.

"What I'd like to know," a voice had the kids stiffening in guilty silence. "Is why you are up so early meddling with your father's love life?"

Teddy blushed and his hair turned a light pink. "Hi dad,"

"Sorry granddad." Lexie rocked back on her heels in an innocent tone. "We were only trying to help." Remus sighed. "Breakfast. Downstairs. All of you."

He held back Damian and looked at his godson on the bed. "That was a good plan." He said almost fondly. "Reminds me of the time my friend Sirius and I played a prank on Harry's parents when we were at Hogwarts." He huffed a quiet laugh. "We kidnapped Lily with the help of her friend and they woke up in James' bed after a Christmas party not remembering anything even when nothing happened." He shook his head. "I hope you know what you are doing Damian." Damian rubbed his neck. "I know what I'm doing. I just want Dad to be happy." He looked at his granddad. "Are you happy?"

Remus smiled. "Now, now, no setting me up; I'm too old for that. And yes, to answer your question I am. The people I loved were some of the few that did not make it but I have my son and I have my family. My job is stressful but somethings you cannot help. I loved and was loved and am still loved. I am happy with what I have and you should be too." Remus pointed a stern finger at the teen. "And No More Meddling," Remus said firmly.

Damian's smile turned rather innocent and he crossed his fingers behind his back. "I promise Granddad."

He took off down the stairs at vamp speed. Remus sighed and shook his head. He reinforced the silencing charm over the bed. Harry needed the sleep. Dog gave him a disdainful glare and hopped down. "What am I going to do?" he told the cat. "To keep my godson from certain heartbreak?" He titled his head toward the door. "Lexie's waiting." The cat ran off and Remus followed.

Three hours later, Harry woke up. He couldn't remember being more comfortable in his life. It was only after a minute did he get the fact that he was spooned around someone. And that he, being a full grown man, two steps ahead of a horny teenager had a little problem with this.

Here's what had gotten through his sleep clouded brain: he woke up naturally, to find that he was curled around Draco Malfoy in bed with his morning wood nestled near Draco's ass. It led to one conclusion: This was bad. He craned his neck to see that it was nine o'clock and that someone—Damian—had disabled his alarm spell and he hadn't noticed it when he fell asleep.

And this was so not appropriate doctor/patient protocol.

Then again- a little voice popped up in his head that for some reason sounded like a 15 year old smartass—you're not actually a doctor. You're a guy that adopts and raises kids. You sound like one of those weird animal hoarders on the telly.

But this was, Draco Malfoy who has all sorts of problems, who can take care of himself in the wild but in the city he'd be helpless, who was raised on the idea that being gay was vulgar. The Draco Malfoy that doesn't even like him back, that is too scarred still to even show emotion like that, that bites his lip whenever he's thinking. The Draco Malfoy that loves roast sandwiches and a nice hot bath after the full moon, that Harry takes with him only to make sure he doesn't drown, that loves to run around like an excitable puppy but has the temperament of a skittish cat. The Draco Malfoy who loves to learn and play with Niki and Dog and read bad romance novels with Lexie that Hermione gives her, and has grown close to Damian after everything and is the only person alive who can put a smile on Severus Snape's face, and still has time to play chess with Harry. The Draco Malfoy that trusts him completely as if their past didn't matter-which really doesn't—and is so different from his old self but so the same and maybe Harry's different too, and really Harry didn't know where he was going with this argument because supposedly this was the list of reasons why it was not a good idea to act on his crush.

Just when he decided it was a good idea to get out of bed, Draco shifted and stretched all the lean muscle under his thin dress shirt from yesterday, rolled over in Harry's embrace and freaking purred. Draco nuzzled his neck and sighed softly and Harry melted. Draco was too adorable to disturb. It was only when the man shifted and slipped his leg in between Harry's did he had a problem. Draco's knee was nudging his hard-on and Draco didn't seem like he was going to be moving soon. Harry damned his hormones thrice and wished for once that he wasn't a young man because Draco was being so sexy it was driving him mad.

Draco resisted the urge to grin. He'll feign sleep for a little while yet, as this was much too fun. And he was so comfortable here—and, he'd finally found proof that his, well, affection was mutual. He hadn't done something this Slytherin in ages and it felt good. He was going to need something to distract him from the storm that he knew was brewing. He would face his demons, and have someone he trusted by his side.

He really didn't feel confident enough to do anything else. He just accepted he was gay-first realizing that it couldn't be that bad if the savior of the Wizarding world was- and then it being thrown in his face when he had a rather startling crush on the twins, or George in particular. He'd start small and hopefully his wicked plan would grow as he did. But for now, he liked the not-so-innocent snuggling. He'd have to be Damian's house-elf for a week to pay him back for this.

It was only when he smelled Ronald Weasley in the house did he let Harry up. That would be really bad if they were caught like this. Draco didn't want to ruin their friendship or have another reason for Weasley—Ron to hate him.

He stretched again and opened his eyes to find Harry's staring into his. Without his permission, a blush crept up his cheeks. He didn't feel very Slytherin now with Harry staring at him like he could see everything in his heart. He didn't even feel uncomfortable looking into his eyes anymore, but he felt nervous with the intensity of his gaze; like Draco was the only thing that mattered in the world. No one had ever looked at him like that. His eyes traveled down to Harry's lips and bit his own.

But he wasn't brave. And Ron Weasley was downstairs.

"Hello," he said softly, untangling his leg from Harry's. And to kept the moment from getting awkward he sniffed and pretended to go wide-eyed with panic. "W-Ron's downstairs."

Harry blinked, cursed and then quickly got up to shower and change.

Draco slipped out from under the covers and crept his way to his room. He could be just as silent as Damian—if not quieter. He changed into denims a size too big and his favorite t-shirt that Damian had given him last Saturday after a shopping trip with his family. It was a cartoon wolf with the words Make Me Howl in big hard-to-ignore letters. He also crept down the stairs, and peeked around the corner at the table. It was obvious that breakfast had long gone but there were two plates under heating charms for him and Harry. Damian was the only one to sense him and decided to guilt trip his uncle, who he still hadn't forgiven yet. "Draco must be starving by now," he said with a worried glance at the plates, getting everyone's attention. "I hope he's not too afraid to come down. Maybe I should bring him his plate."

Ron shifted guilty as planned. "He can sense me?" Damian glared. "Of course. He's been pacing in his room since the moment you came in." Draco hid around the corner again so no one would see him. Remus (who now knew exactly where Draco was) bit the inside of his cheek to keep his composure. Damian was brilliant.

Hermione patted her husband's hand. "I'm sure he'll come down and he'll forgive you if you just apologize. He really is different from when we were younger. He's sweet."

Draco unconsciously smiled at the compliment. He really did have a family. Damian spoke up again. "I can hear the shower. It seems that dad is finally up. He should sleep in more," And he swiftly continued before Hermione could open her mouth to reprimand him, "And Draco's coming down."

Draco figured that that was his cue to act cute and more nervous than he felt. Hell he was nervous but he thought overdoing it would go along with the 'pacing in his room' act. He really owed Damian big time by now.

He counted to five and peeked around the corner at the island that had been expanded. Chairs had been added with each of their signs. Draco had figured out that it didn't really matter what chair you sat in for the paper on it was enchanted to show the person. Ron's chair was facing away from him so Draco saw his sign read: WEASLEY IS OUR KING.

He also realized that the only available chair was in between Damian and Ron. True nervousness hit him and he didn't really have to act. He bit his lip as the silence stretched and his stomach rumbled. He resisted the urge to growl at the treacherous organ. Damian patted his chair. "Come on then, you haven't had breakfast."

Draco stepped forward and sat down and Hermione placed his plate in front of him. "Thank you." He said softly. Lexie giggled suddenly and started to talk about the book she was reading at a pace nearly impossible to understand. It instantly got the conversations started again. Draco mouthed 'thank you' in her direction.

Remus suddenly snorted in amusement. "I assume Damian got you that shirt." He nodded to Draco. Draco smiled and popped a grape in his mouth. "He thought it was funny. I think I should wear it next time I talk to Severus." He was startled when he heard a low chuckle to his right. Ron shrugged at his questioning look. "I think you should. Just take a picture so I can see."

Ron wasn't sure what to think anymore, but he knew that if he ever did want to know, he should apologize. "I'm-I'm Sorry." He said finally. "I didn't mean what I said, last night, I was—I don't even know, but if you're here than you deserve to be and you're in good hands." He stuck his hand out in an awkward truce. The blonde man before him tilted his head and shook his hand back. "I'm sorry too. F-For when we were kids. I know it's just a word but I'm sorry." Ron nodded.

Hermione was right as always. This Malfoy was different. Likable. Human. This Malfoy had pointed ears and teeth, and didn't smirk or sneer and wore baggy, second hand clothes. He had learned in the Aurors that good could be bad and bad could be good and to never judge on appearances or past mistakes. If he didn't at least try to make up for his lack of sense last night then he might as well turn in his badge.

Speaking of which, he really ought to have a talk with his boss on why he hadn't been informed of a transaction between Aurors.

"Do you play chess?" Mal-Draco asked him quietly, as if he would be punished for asking. Ron blinked and went along with the conversation. "Ya I do. How did you know?"

"Harry told me you play, and that you're good."

Damn this felt awkward. "Do you play?"

Draco nodded. "I love it but don't have anyone good to play with."

Ron took the bait. "Want to play a round?"

"Okay," Draco pushed away his plate and set up the board in the living room.

When Harry came down the stairs to the kitchen, the first thing he looked for was Draco. Then Ron.

He assumed the worst and was wondering why no one was panicking. "What happened?"

Hermione grinned. "Don't look so scared. They found something in common and banned everyone to the kitchen so they could 'concentrate'."

Harry's eyebrows shot to the ceiling when he walked into the room. Ron Weasley and Draco Malfoy were hunched over a chess board, deathly silent, both concentrating on the black and white board in from of them. Their pride was on the line after all. Malicious Rivalry had shrunk to an eight by eight square.

"Ron?" he said cautiously.

"Be quiet Harry," Ron waved him off.

"Draco?"

"Hush" the werewolf scolded him.

Harry grinned for no apparent reason and went to find a book to read so he could wait to find out the winner.

Half an hour later he looked up to find them sitting motionless. There were very few pieces left. He waited. He checked his watch. And waited. Neither moved. He got up to inspect the chessboard.

"Whose turn is it?"

"His" Ron muttered.

Harry tilted his head. "I really don't know much about chess…" Draco and Ron both snorted.

"…But I do realize that neither of you will win unless you make a stupid mistake and neither one of you are stupid or willing to break. Just call it a draw and be done with it."

They both looked at him. Looked at each other, and then Draco smirked. "Start over?"

"You're on."

Harry threw up his hands and went to make himself an early lunch.

Three days later, it was Saturday, and it was time for Draco to spend the day with his new extended family: The Weasley's.

Everyone was packed up in front of the fireplace. Teddy and Niki insisted on being twins and both wore matching blue outfits, Teddy sporting fiery red hair the same shade as Niki's. Lexie held Dog tight to be ready for the floo trip and smiled brightly at Draco. Draco offered a hint of a smile and hoped Harry would be hidden at the house again for he might actually need him. Remus put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Draco wasn't wearing any glamor. He was wearing his baggy denims, a white tank top and a thin sweatshirt. He supposed he looked normal if it wasn't for his bright hair that had returned to its original shine after months of actual shampoo. It fell in front of his eyes but couldn't hide his pointed ears.

He was scared. He didn't know everyone's name or what half of them looked like and he was a Malfoy. It seemed wherever he went that name haunted him. He was proud of his ancestors, but it was well known that the modern Malfoy's and Weasley's didn't mix well. He didn't know what to expect.

Harry had Remus take Niki and Teddy first. They disappeared and Lexie went next. Harry stopped Draco and pulled him into a hug. It was the first time they'd touched since that morning. "I'm really proud of you, Draco. Just be yourself and they'll love you."

Draco looked at him in surprise and decided that any words would ruin it. He stood on tiptoe and leaned forward to kiss Harry lightly and quickly on the lips. "Thank you." Then he ran for it and practically dove into the fireplace. He tastes like green apples was his only thought as he tumbled into another house.

Harry was left speechless in his parlor. He reached up to touch his lips staring off in a random direction.

DRACO kissed him.

Draco KISSED him.

Draco kissed HIM.

Damian rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers in front of his father's face. "Anyone home?" Harry jumped. "You didn't see anything." It was a warning.

Damian sauntered over to the fireplace. "See what? Me? I didn't see anything. I didn't see my father blushing like a schoolgirl over his first kiss. No not me. I didn't see all my hard work setting you up finally work. You're welcome by the way." He disappeared before Harry could yell at him.

"I'm canceling your birthday." He growled at the empty room. Damian set him up with a tenant. He didn't even know how he was set up.

He was also really going to need to reassess his outlook on Draco. And it brought up way more questions than answers.

He checked his watch and got ready to go shopping. The Hogwarts Crew should be here any minute to go gift shopping for Damian's birthday next week. And Draco's Harry thought.

Which also brought up the other question on what to get Draco for his birthday. He already knew what he was getting Damian.

He wondered how Draco was doing.

Draco, at the moment, was wondering why Harry hadn't shown up to save him yet.

THEY KISSED! CAN I GET A "FINALLY!"? …well Draco kissed him… and then ran… and Harry's a bit derpy after that… but their lips touched! AND THEY CUDDLED.

First off, I'd like to thank my brilliant beta Simply. Scarfy for just being amazing. Go check out her and her story Malfoy's Don't Get Hurt.

Apparently I'm going international according to my brother when I told him Filia Libri was translating this into German. (thank you again)

The winner of the character naming contest has been chosen and the contest is officially over. (not that anyone really tried.) I have big plans for this story so I hope you enjoy!

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