Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Draco Malfoy ❯ To be or not to be ( Chapter 6 )

A/N okay this is for all of you lovelies who reviewed! It should bring their time at Hogwarts to an end… I think… hmmm…. Right well have fun reading and don’t forget to R&R
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This is the longest chapter so far, who likes the idea of longer chapters but only two a week vs. shorter chapters with like four a week?

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Draco Malfoy
Chapter six
To be or not to be

Draco will never tell Potter how he feels, Blaise commented Glancing over at Hermione, they had been talking for hours about their best friends and both had decided being cordial was inevitable. I seemed that Hermione thought locking Potter and Draco in a broom closet was a perfect way to get them to talk out their feeling. Blaise was not so sure, Draco was intensely private, the dark haired man knew that if confronted with real emotional turmoil Draco shut down.

“Draco isn’t that kind of person… after the things he was made to watch… not to mention do Draco has problems with relationships. He’s also a tiny but claustrophobic, your plan will just lead to Draco having a panic attack and maybe hurting himself. They are grown men; they’ll work it out on their own.

“I don’t think you understand just how dense Harry can be, if we don’t do something there is a good chance they will both die in this world before they know how important they are to one another.” Hermione huffed glaring at the insistent Slytherin.

“I agree with Blaise, Mione, if we interfere you know Harry will end up upset with us. He really needs our help right now; we can’t alienate him over something as small as his love life. This war is bigger than that; I mean should we really even be for a relationship at this point? It really makes no sense strategically to give Harry more weaknesses.” Ron stood looking down at his best friend.

“I just think he deserves some comfort.”




Draco stared up at the vaulted ceiling of the Headmasters office, he and Harry had been in there for hours. It seemed the older man had decided that what Draco has seen was indicative of possession. The Headmaster was under the impression that Voldemort may not call himself Tom riddle for a reason other than the shame of a muggle surname. Draco wasn’t sure how he felt, if it was the truth then the monster he had come to know was not in the same genetic pool as the blond… which would make him feel much better about the human race in general. On the other if he was possessed they had a problem, no wizard alive knew how to exorcize a demon.




Harry glanced at Draco; the blue eyed man had been staring at the ceiling for an unusual amount of time. Harry wondered what the Blond could be looking at that was so interesting, when he looked all he could see was stone and beams. The entire situation seemed like a dream, he was on a first name basis with Draco and the blond was helping the war effort by working against Voldemort. He glanced over to the large book shelf on the other side of the giant mahogany desk; Dumbledore had disappeared in to a secret passage twenty minutes ago and had yet to return.



“How long are we meant to wait?” Harry commented standing to stroke Fawks.

“How am I supposed to know? You’re the one who’s close to the Headmaster; shouldn’t you have some idea of where he’s gone?” Draco groused tearing his eyes from the ceiling. “Has he always had a phoenix?”

“As long as I’ve known him, I suppose I really don’t know how long he’s had him… it’s not something that’s come up.”

“Hmm, do you think he would tell me if I asked?”

“Why yes Mr. Malfoy I believe I would.” Draco and Harry jumped, turning to stare at the Headmaster. “That however will have to wait for another time; it’s quite a long story. For now you two need to get to breakfast.”

Draco and Harry glanced at one another, they both thought the same thing. Why had the Headmaster had them wait there for him if he wasn’t going to tell them what he found?



Two weeks later



Draco sighed, he and Blaise were lying under their favorite tree, NEWT’s were finally over. The sun was shining overhead; the air seemed to dance with the freedom that had been handed to them. They were adults, it was inconceivable but true, and their time at Hogwarts was finished. All that was left was graduation and although the future was an unknown, for the first time in years Draco had a goal that he believed in.



Blaise stared across the grounds; he could just make out the Golden trio over by the lake. He and Hermione had been spending mass amounts of time with one another lately; the brunette was smart, funny and seemed to genuinely care about people. Blaise couldn’t help but fall for her; he knew it was a bad idea. She was in love with Ron, but the red head didn’t seem to feel the same way. Blaise covered his face with his hands and groaned, why did things like this happen to him?



Harry smiled at Hermione and Ron; they were splashing one another in the lake. The brunette was contemplating joining them, but he was so comfortable it didn’t seem fare to his muscles to make the short trip to the shore. Harry was excited about graduation, it would be the first one he had ever attended and from the stories he had heard it was going to be a blast. The war loomed in the distant future, he knew plans needed to be made, hell at this point he had no idea where he was going after graduation. Grimwald seemed like the best place to be, but Harry wasn’t sure the order wanted their weapon in such an obvious place; there was also the Weasleys, Harry was sure that Molly would welcome him with open arm; and he supposed he could go back to the Dursley’s… although his family may find they didn’t like life with him now that he could use his magic outside of school. Harry curled in to himself and rested his head on his knees, he had time to figure life out, but for now he wanted to nap.



Hermione gazed at Ron; he was slowly swimming a lap around the lake. She was in the shallows relaxing in the cool water and tanning under the warm sun. The red head was magnificent; his long hair fanned out in the water, his lean muscular arms stroked the water making the sinew of his back bunch and release. He was a God come to life, and she loved him more than she had ever loved anything else. He didn’t see her… not really. To him she was still that frightened first year he had saved from the troll, not the woman she had blossomed in to. She was like a sister; he said it all the time… She sighed and let herself fall back in the lake. Now she was spending most of her time with Blaise, Ron teased her all the time about Harry not being the only snake lover. How was it that she couldn’t see it wasn’t Blaise she loved, she ducked under the water letting out a silent scream in to the depths. Surfacing, she stroked back to the shallows and walked to shore, she might as well go find Blaise and see if he had any more ideas for project H<3D, it wouldn’t do to torture herself too much.



Ron smiled as he watched Hermione walk towards Zambini, the two of them looked so good together. He had to admit there had been a time that Hermione was the only girl in his heart, but lately she had become his family. He wanted her to get over him, and Zambini looked like just the man to do it.




Graduation
Harry leaned against the wall outside the Great hall; all of the younger years had left the day before. Now all of the seventh years were lined up by houses and dressed in robes of yellow, green, blue and red. Harry pulled on his own red robe and glanced at Ron, the red of the robe clashed terribly with his hair. The brunette snickered, which earned him a glare from the red head in question. Harry wondered if Remus had show up… the Headmaster had assured him he would fire call the werewolf but harry was still unsure the older man would show up. Harry wanted someone to be there just for him, it was silly, he knew that but it would be nice to walk in there and see Remus waving.


Draco nervously stared ahead of him; Slytherin’s were the first to walk in, Draco was worried about his parents being there, he hadn’t received any letters from his parents lately. That mean t they knew, he was sure they did since every Slytherin in the school knew. It wasn’t hard to imagine Lucius being upset about his change of allegiances… but his Mother… maybe she would show up… just maybe.


The door to the great hall opened allowing the graduates to see the mass of witches and wizards just inside. The hall was decorated opulently in all three house colors, the tables had been replaced with rows of chairs, and he head table was not a stage and podium. A wide walk way had been left for the students to walk down; the head master called them in and so began the best day of their lives.



Harry smiled as he made his way down the aisle; there in the second row was Remus, along with the entire Weasly clan. The werewolf beamed and waved at the messy haired savior, Harry could not ever remember being that happy.




Graduation ended… Harry knew it had to, but the fact that it was all over, Hogwarts, Quidditch and childhood. In one fail swoop his entire life had changed, now he sat quietly in a compartment with Hermione, Ron, Blaise and Draco, they were all headed to Grimwald. This was it, the beginning of the fighting, the death… the real world had come crashing down around him. He was not a Hogwarts student, he was not a seeker for Gryffindor, he was not the top of his class in defense against the dark arts; he was the Boy Who Lived, Savior of the Wizarding world, he was the greatest weapon for the light side, and he was most importantly Harry Potter. Harry sighed and closed his eyes; he wasn’t sure that was worth all that much.



Draco shifted and looked around the bleak sitting room of Grimwald place, it was nearing midnight and everyone had gone to bed. The blond clutched a letter in his hands, Molly had given it to him at graduation, but in the haste of their departure he hadn’t had time to read it… now sitting in the shabby sitting room his eyes filled with tears. His Mother still loved him, she had written to Molly, sent her well wishes for him… she was scared of Lucius, she couldn’t leave the manor. Draco wept and curled in to himself… he wished there was something he could do, he wished he wasn’t so very helpless.



The next morning Molly found Draco curled up on the couch; she woke him and tried to send him off to bed. The blond wouldn’t hear about it he had accompanied her into kitchen, he had no idea how to cook but… how hard could it be?



Harry stared at the demolished kitchen… he wasn’t sure how a room got this messy. Pots and pans were scattered all over the floor, there were egg whites stuck to the wall and… yes he was sure of it, there was flower on the ceiling. He wasn’t even positive that you could make flower fly that high. Standing in the middle of all of it was Draco, hands on his hips blushing furiously.

“Will you help me clean this up before Molly gets back? She went to market for some corn meal.” Harry laughed, shaking his head, and went to retrieve a pot from across the room.

A/N I had to throw a bit of humor in there… this was getting much to serious.