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Nano #52: Draco the Storyteller: A Gift of Great worth

Title: Draco the Storyteller: A Gift of Great worth
Author: [info]elfflame
Characters: Harry, Draco, Narcissa, Andromeda, Teddy
Rating: PG
A/N: Harry and Draco get closer.


A More Private Visit

Harry had thought this would get easier as time went on, but he'd actually found it more difficult each time. He'd gotten to know Malfoy. To appreciate it when he got a rare true smile. And he found himself wishing more with each visit that Malfoy might relent a little, and just maybe start to appreciate what he'd done for him. But it seemed a lost cause. Especially when Draco decided to act like this.

"Fine. Anything you want to let me know about?"

"How about the fact that I'm going bonkers in here. Is that the sort of thing you need to know about?"

"Well, you know my answer to that," Harry told him as he settled in the only chair, dragging it so he could properly face Draco.

"And I told you, NEWTs are a waste of time."

"You don't know until you try," Harry said. "And even if they are…they're something different to focus on until your sentence is finished."

Draco huffed. "Maybe."

That was a different response, and Harry smiled. "You know…I'm sure there are a lot of things you could study. You don't even have to work on the classes you were at school. Where does your interest lie, Draco? Surely there must be something you can study that will help distract you."

Draco sighed, sitting back and glowering at him, though now the expression was half-hearted. "Like what? The spells I'm allowed to use are limited, and I'm not allowed to have most potions ingredients. What, exactly, would I be able to practice?"

Harry hadn't really thought that far. He'd been to focused on trying to get Draco to think about doing something, at least. "Oh…right. Well…I can always talk to the higher-ups at the department, get you a special waver for certain hours of the day, maybe…"

"Don't do me any favours," Draco said with a glare. "People will just use that as another example of how I've been getting special treatment." He made an annoyed sound. "Why the hell are you bothering, anyway? You never liked me. Is this some sort of…Gryffindor revenge?"

"Do you really care, Draco? I mean…I'm here to make sure you get through this okay. That's all. Which means trying to help you find a way to do so."

For a moment, there was a look on Draco's face that Harry couldn't quite interpret. "Oh, really? And if I could think of a way?"

"Then I'd stop harping on it. I just want to make sure the rest of this year passes as smoothly as possible."

"I'm sure." Draco said, voice soft. He stood, then moved to stand in front of Harry. "No matter what it took?"

Harry blinked, looking up at him, then nodded. What was Draco up to? "So long as it's legal. Why?"

Draco licked his lips, and despite himself, Harry's eyes followed his tongue's path.

"You watch me," Draco whispered. "Every time you come for one of your visits. Like you don't trust me. Or…something else…"

Harry swallowed. "What…do you mean?"

Draco sank to his knees in front of Harry, looking up at him. "Like…you want to…devour me. Is that what you want, Potter? Is that why you took this job? Hoping I might let you…?"

Though he knew he felt drawn to Draco, that wasn't why he'd taken this job, so he shook his head. "Draco, I just…"

Draco rolled his eyes. "Potter, you need to stop pretending and take what you want. Before it's gone, and it's too late to do anything about it."

"Yeah, well…maybe I don't want to use my position against someone like that."

Draco laughed. "'Use your position?' Potter…I'm not being blackmailed here. I'm offering." He rose to his feet. "But if you're not interested…"

Harry followed, wavering a little because Draco was still so close. "I didn't…I mean… I'm in charge of your case. I…it wouldn't look good, regardless of what you might want." Or what Harry might. This really wasn't fair.

Draco shook his head. "What are you, morals Auror now? No one has to know. Just one night…" He smirked. "If you wanted."

Harry's stomach sank. Draco wasn't offering more. Just a night. And Harry knew if he started, he wouldn't want to stop. "Oh. No, I… I'm not interested in…that kind of thing."

"You want…" Draco looked incredulous. "But you hate me!"

"You were annoying in school, and did everything you could to upset me. Can you blame me?"

Draco took a few steps back, frowning, then shrugged. "I wasn't the one who didn't want to be friends, if you'll recall."

"Draco…there isn't a scorecard…someone keeping track. Life…changes. And…well…we grew up. We had to because of everything. But…that still doesn't mean…"

"You know what, Potter? For a Gryffindor, you think far too much."

Harry was about to ask what he meant when Draco stepped forward, put his hand around the back of Harry's neck, pulled him close, and brushed his lips over Harry's.

It was a shock, and for a moment, Harry's brain couldn't decide if it was a good one or not. Then his arm curled around Draco's waist, pulling him closer, and he tilted his head, deepening the kiss.

The moment seemed to last ages, the feel of Draco's lips soft against his own enough to make Harry forget anything else. Then Draco pulled away. "I don't do relationships, Potter. Not with men. I will have to have a son someday, and…well, lets just say that's not easily accomplished if I go with my impulses."

Harry sighed. "Then…we shouldn't." Because he couldn't imagine getting involved with someone and not being able to share it with the people he cared about. Not that he imagined Ron and Hermione being particularly thrilled with him dating Draco, but…he didn't want to keep secrets of that sort from them, either.

Draco scowled again. "Why? Auror ethics?"

"Personal ones, Draco. I…can't do that. I won't do that. No matter how tempting it is."

"Tempting?" Draco asked, surprised.

Harry nodded. "I've never been…indifferent to you, Draco."

Draco chuckled. "True. I suppose…" He sighed. "Well…at least it's better than you doing it to 'protect' me or something ridiculous like that." He sat back down. "But…we've still got several months. If you ever change your mind, I'll be waiting."