The Consequences of Loving a Malfoy

The Consequences of Loving a Malfoy

Chapter 1

Harry lay on his four poster bed thinking about a certain blonde Slytherin. He loved him. He didn't know why, but he did. Maybe it was his attitude; the way he walked, the way he stood, the way he talked. Maybe it was the intelligence; the way he made top marks without trying, the way Hermione had to. Maybe it was his popularity; how he had friends everywhere, even in Gryffindor. Maybe it was just the blonde hair, slim body and grey eyes that made him irresistible, but whatever it was, it had Harry Potter hooked.

He didn't know when he had stopped hating and started liking Draco Malfoy, but he did know that whenever they were in the same room his eyes travelled automatically to him, and he found it very hard to hold a conversation with anyone else until the other boy had gone. They would be arguing, and Harrys mind would start working overtime with fantasies if the other boy. He would then unavoidably get hard and have to get the hell out of there to have a wank.

This wasn't what annoyed Harry though. I didn't bother him that Draco was a boy, and supposedly his worst enemy. What annoyed him most was the fact that the feelings didn't seem to be going away. Any other time he had crushed over someone, male or female, it had gone away within a few weeks, but it had taken him three months to realise that he didn't just fancy the other boy, he was falling in love with him.

He knew the Slytherin wouldn't return the feelings, but if he didn't do something about it soon, he was going to end up jumping the other boy in a corridor somewhere, and that didn't sound like a good idea. He thought long and hard about what he was going to do about the situation, but came up blank. He really wished Sirius were still alive, so he could have someone he could talk to about it. Draco was Sirius' second cousin after all, so he would have been ideal.

While he was thinking about this, a thought struck him. Draco and Lucius Malfoy were one of his last links to his family. They were related to Sirius which made them technically his family as well. Of course there was no blood relation between them, but this could be laid down as a foundation for friendship between the two boys, and friendship would be better that nothing.

He didn't know if Draco would accept his hand though. They had hated each other for so long that he didn't know if there was any hope for them as friends. Of course there was nothing to stop Draco saying yes, as Harry had made sure his father was locked up at the end of his fifth year, after Voldemort had showed his face in the department of mysteries.

As he thought this, he realised that he had locked one of his own family up in Azkaban for life. He sat up, eyes wide, thinking about the consequences of his actions. However he looked at it, he still felt that he had betrayed Sirius, even if he didn't like the Malfoys. He only had one choice. He would have to get Lucius back out again, but how was going to do that he didn't know.

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He looked across at the blonde god sitting across the great hall from him. He would have to make his move today. He would have to explain that he was going to get Lucius out of Azkaban, because he felt liker the Malfoys were some of the only family he had left. He didn't know how the other boy would take it, but there was nothing else for it.

He was going to owl the ministry and demand another hearing, but this time Harry would be on Lucius' side. He was sure they would do as he asked, but if they started acting up, he would just have to remind them that if it wasn't for him they would al be dead right now, at Voldemort's hands. But before he did that, he would have to inform Draco of his intentions concerning his father. And that was what he was going to do tonight.

Dinner was ending, and he saw his love start to stand. He quickly made his excuses, and ran to the entrance hall to wait for him. He only hoped he would come out alone. He wasn't disappointed. The blonde came through the doors into the seemingly empty hall. Harry couldn't help but notice that his shoulders drooped a little, the minute the doors swung shut behind him. He stepped out from his shady corner and stood in front of him.

"Malfoy."

The other boy stopped suddenly. He raised his shoulders proudly again and set a smirk on his beautiful face.

"Potter. What do you want?"

Despite his stance, the blonde's voice sounded broken. Tired almost. Something was wrong with him and he was trying to cover it up. He wasn't doing and very good job of it. Harry looked the other over with worry in his eyes. He looked extremely thin and his eyes were red and swollen, like he had been crying. He noticed that his hands were all over the place, like he didn't know what to do with them. One minute they were clasped in front of him, the next they were in his pockets, the next the were on his hips. His worry of the situation increased tenfold.

How could he break the news to him? Should he just come out and say it? No. He decided finally. He couldn't just drop a bombshell like that standing in the entrance hall. They would have to go somewhere less public. He crushed the urge to ask the other boy what was wrong. He knew fine well what was wrong and it was all his fault. How would he have felt if his father had gotten locked up in Azkaban for life? Well that is to say, if his father were actually still alive.

"Em, Mal.Draco?"

He saw something flash in the others eyes, but it was gone before he could make anything of it.

"Yes.Harry?"

He saw a ghost of a smile cross his face, and smiled in return. This had to be the strangest thing that had ever happened in his life.

"Em.can I talk to you somewhere? It's kind of important."

"Where?" He was answered immediately.

"I don't know. Don't you have your own room or something? You know since you're Prefect? I know that Ron and Hermione have this year."

"Yeah, I do. Well follow me then."

He was lead down the corridor that lead to the potions classroom, but as Harry knew, also lead to The Slytherin Common Room. It seemed like a fairly long walk compared from going to classes, and Harry soon discovered that they had passed the wall that was the entrance to the Commons.

"Eh. Draco? Isn't Slytherin in there?" He pointed to the blank bit of wall behind them.

"Yes it is but.hang on! How did you know that? Nobody knows where any of the other Common Rooms are. Hell, the location to Gryffindors is probably the best kept secret in the entire school."

"Em, long story. But let's just say that it involved polyjuice potion." He caught the sideways look that the other boy gave him and ignored it. "Well? What are you standing there for? Where are your rooms?" He gave the other boy a shove to stress his point, and earned a laugh from the blonde.

"Ohhh! I'll have to give you a new name now! Pushy Potter. Has a nice ring to it. What do you think?"

"I think you should get moving, that's what I think!"

"Yessir!" He saluted and proceeded to march down the corridor, earning a laugh from Harry.

"Who would have known that the Prince of Slytherin was like this?"

Draco came to a choice of ways, but he didn't take any. Instead, he whispered something, and the wall between the two paths opened up to form a hole. He walked in and Harry followed. The hole closed behind them to form a door.

Harry looked onto what had to be the most beautiful room he had ever seen in his entire life. The carpet was a rich green, which contrasted with the walls nicely which were a paler green. There was a silver chandelier hanging from the ceiling, which held silver candles. There was a very comfortable looking couch in green leather, with chairs to match. All the bits and bobs in the room were tastefully arranged and all the picture frames were shining silver. He couldn't help but notice that there very more pictures of Lucius Malfoy than any other member of his family or friends.

This brought back the reason that he was there, and he looked over at the other boy. He found himself being studied in the same way he had studied the room. How was he going to go about this? All joking aside, he didn't know what the other boy would do when he found out about his plans. God, he didn't even know if he liked his father or not. How would he feel when Harry explained that he was the only family that he had left, and he felt terribly guilty for locking his father in jail? Well there was only one way to find out.

"Ok, now we are in private, I really need to tell you something. Well it's more like I have to explain something."

"Ok. Go ahead."

"Right. But before I start, I just want to say that I am deadly serious about this, and I plan to go ahead with it unless I find a good reason not to. And at the moment, it all hangs with what your reaction to it is. Understood?"

He received a nod from the other boy, and took and deep breathe to start his explanation.

"Ok. Well you know that you and your father were related to Sirius Black, right? Well Sirius Black happened to be my Godfather. He was the only link I had left to my family, and now he's dead. Well, I considered Sirius family, as he was all I had left apart from my muggle aunt, so now that he's gone, I have nobody, apart from his family, and that happens to be you. I know this is very sudden, but I have thought it over again and again. I want to become friends with you. I'm not just doing this out of guilt, because of what I have done to your father, in fact I plan to fix that as well, but I'll come to that later. I want to know that there is someone out there that I can turn to, that knows something about what I'm going through. You have lost your father, and I have lost both my father and my Godfather. You still have family to turn to, but I have nobody. I guess I'm asking for your help. Will you help me?"

He chanced a glance at Dracos face, after his speech. It had shock written all over it. Well there wasn't much he could do now. He just had to wait and see what the other boy would say.

"Will I help you?" he echoed, apparently disbelieving. "The Boy Who Lived is asking me for help. Ha. I don't believe it."

They sat there for a few minutes, while Harry let Draco get his head around it.

"I'll understand if you just tell me to fuck off." He never finished.

"What did you mean when you said; you planned to fix what had happened to my father?"

Harry knew this was the bit where he had to tread carefully. Draco could be totally against the idea, but it could also help seal the deal if he wasn't.

"Well, I said that I now consider you family. That also reaches to your father. You lost your father because of me and I will do anything to make it up to you, even get him released. Of course it is up to you."

"You could get my father released? How?"

Harry noticed that the other boys' eyes were filled with hope, and he now knew how Draco would feel.

"Well, all I would have to do is demand another hearing, but this time be on Lucius' side. I'm sure I could find someone who could put in a good word for him. But if that doesn't work I may have to go to the extreme."

"And what would that be?"

"I could insist that he was legally my guardian, now that Sirius is dead. Then they would have to release him so he could look after me. Supposedly anyway. I would have to live with him and you then at the Manor during the holidays. Oh and you would legally be my brother. It's that simple really."

"God I can't wait to see the looks on the weasels face when he finds out that I am going to be your brother!"

"Hang on! I said that was the extreme, and you haven't even accepted my hand in friendship yet!"

"I accept. But only as long as you go to the extreme and come and live at the Manor with us."

"And here I thought you hated me. Now you're asking me to move in with you."

"Don't be daft. It was your idea. As you said, we are family now and Malfoys stick together. And I can assure you that a lot of people won't be happy when they find out that Lucius Malfoy is your guardian. In fact I don't think my father will be very happy at the idea, but I'm sure he'll do anything to get out of Azkaban. Even that."

"Ok. If that's what you want to do, we'll do it. But I only have one condition."

"What is it?"

"That your father cuts all ties with Voldemort and the Death Eaters. Because if I find that he has been at meetings or talking to old friends when I'm living under his roof, I can promise you I will have him back into that place before you can say 'Dementor'.

Draco nodded his head slowly, taking in the implications of his words. "Ok. That's reasonable. Can I just say then, that I promise I won't become a death eater, and I won't practise any Dark Arts, or do anything like that, as long as you follow up your promise."

"Ok, so it's a deal. You will help me if I help you. Friends?" He held out his hand for the other boy to take.

Without a second's hesitation, the blonde grabbed his hand, thereby sealing the deal. Harry couldn't help thinking about the train ride to Hogwarts, before his first year, and wondering how things would have turned out if he had taken his hand then, instead of rejecting him.

After they had shaken hands, Draco pulled Harry into a manly hug and said,

"Welcome to the family."

TBC.