Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Love For What You Believe In ❯ Meeting the Family ( Chapter 8 )

Chapter 8: Meeting the Family.

Finally the holidays were just around the corner. Things were different since that night, but in a good way. Harry was closer with Hermione and Ron than he felt he had ever been before. And they in turn felt closer to him, and to Draco. The four of them sat in the boys private rooms. It was a fresh day outside, the sun was shining and even though the breeze was cool it was a comfortable day. The table was covered with books and work in an attempt to finish it as early as possible.
“I don’t get this…” Ron scratched his head
“You’re just not trying hard enough Ron, think about it you know the answer” Hermione mumbled through chewing the end of her quill.
“Argh its just way too hard!” Ron hit his head on the table in anguish.
“Look if you don’t get it done today you’ll just let it drag into the holidays; I know what you’re like Ronald. And since you’re going home tomorrow wouldn’t you rather finish it and just leave it here”
Ron grunted and mumbled incomprehensibly into the table
“I’ll take that as a yes then.” Hermione smirked.

Harry stood in the kitchen making tea, Draco snaked his arms around him from behind and nibbled at his neck.
“Mm that’s nice” Harry smiled
“Looking forward to the next two weeks off?” Draco asked him sneaking a biscuit from under Harry’s nose.
“Yes I am, cheeky” Harry took a bite from the stolen biscuit that was hanging from Draco’s mouth.
The boys sat at the table, just as Hedwig landed and perched in front of Harry chair. He untied the letter as he nibbled on a bit of biscuit.
He read the letter to himself.
“Dear Harry it’ll be great to see you when you come for the break, make sure you don’t forget anything.”
Mrs Weasley.
Harry frowned in confusion.
“Ron didn’t you tell your mum I was staying here for the holidays?”
“Don’t be daft, she’d just tell me I was being a pratt and that you ARE coming, so I just say come.” Ron munched on his third biscuit off the plate that had been set down.
“But what about Draco?”
“Take him with you” Hermione said between sips of her tea. All three boys looked at her as if she just sprouted wings.
“What?”
“Are you insane Hermione?” Ron spluttered.
“How do you thing my mum’s going to react to that information overload.”
“Yeah I don’t think Mrs Weasley would take to well if Harry just said ‘Oh yeah forgot to say I’m gay and in love with the sexy blonde son of a death eater” Draco interjected.
You are definitely a sexy blonde. Harry said privately to Draco through their link.
“I think she’d understand” she answered
“Well I think I’ll just send her a letter telling her I’m going to stay here”
“If you say so mate, but she won’t take no for an answer” Ron told him bluntly
“I can still try”
Harry jotted down on a piece of spare parchment. Actually Mrs Weasley I’d thought I’d stay here this break, I kind of wanted to spend some time with my partner, I’m in a relationship now you see. Harry
Hedwig dutifully flew off out the window. Time passed and the friends worked away on their homework trying to get as much done as possible. Hedwig flew back in through the window and landed on the table yet again; nibbling on toast crusts which Harry had lovingly let for her. He put his quill down and unravelled the reply.
Oh don’t worry Harry you can spend quality time together here! We’d love to meet her. See you soon.
“Ah crap” Harry banged his head on the table.
Ron looked over at his mother’s familiar handwriting.
“See I told you Harry, she’s relentless.”
“Don’t worry Harry, I can stay here by myself” Draco said, Harry could see and feel the disappointment emanating from him.
“No. you’re coming. They’ll love you because you’re fantastic” he leaned in and gave him a tender kiss on the lips “you’re a good person and they will see it, just like we do.” Especially me. He smiled warmly at Draco, who just couldn’t shake the knot that had formed in his stomach.
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The morning sun was high in the air and the boys were just about to leave their rooms.
“Right so you’ve got everything?” Draco asked frantically checking he also had everything he might need.
“Yes, don’t worry! You’ll be ok.” Now we’re travelling from Hogsmeade by floo with Ron and Hermione. And we better leave now or we will be late”
“Right… Hermione’s coming?”
“Yeah her parents are away skiing. She usually goes but she wanted to give us ‘moral support’ when we get to the house” he chuckled nervously, it finally settling in what he’d have to explain to Mrs Weasley. She was the only person he really worried about telling, since she was like a mother to him.
They stood in front of the fireplace, the flames green with floo powder. And in an instance they were standing on the drawing room floor of the burrow. Hearing the dull thud of footsteps in the drawing room a hand reached and opened the door.
“What the hell are you doing here Malfoy?” Ginny asked indignantly in the open door way, he wand drawn.
“His name is Draco and he is with me” Harry replied honestly. Ginny just frowned and as she opened her mouth to reply she was barged out of the way by Hermione.
“Oh oops look at that, sorry coming through” Hermione tauntingly motioned for the others to follow her. So Draco marched through the doorway forward followed by Harry and lastly Ron. The youngest Weasley just stood aghast as the group of four walked off along the hallway. She frowned and grunted sulkily as she saw Harry take Draco’s hand in his own.
The luggage was stowed next to the beds and it was time. The final moment of nerve wracking anxiety before they saw the rest of the family. They slowly trekked down the stairs, their breaths rattling with apprehension. Hermione and Ron went into the kitchen first and saw that it was empty apart from Mrs Weasley sitting at the table knitting and peeling potatoes simultaneously.
“Hi mum” Ron said in his dulcet tones, his cheeks flushed and red due to the anticipation of his mothers reactions. Hermione in comparison was ghost white.
“Hello Mrs Weasley.” She managed to utter squeakily.
“Why hello my dears. Are the others on their way?” she asked warmly, her smile bright.
“Yes well about that mum…” Ron started slowly
“I think Harry needs to explain a few things to you” Hermione finished. They both sat and the table. Ron with his arms folded tightly across his chest Hermione with her hands in her lap clenching at her skirt.
“Alright then” a quizzical look appearing on her shinning face.
And that was it, hearts beating so loudly in there chests they swear they could hear the beats echo in the hallway.
Harry entered solo, ready to explain a few things first. He stood close to the doorway so that he didn’t feel as if had abandoned Draco.
“Hi Mrs Weasley” Harry said meekly “There’s just a few things I wanted to explain about my new relationship… I guess you could say a few things about it are... unorthodox.”
Mrs Weasley just sat listening intently and nodded.
“To begin with it’s not a girl. It’s a guy. And that’s not the part you’ll probably find the strangest. It’s someone that you probably have learnt not to trust. But Mrs Weasley you really can trust him! He makes me so blissfully happy and makes me feel safe and I trust him, wholeheartedly.”
Mrs Weasley just looked on in a strangely calm manor.
Harry took Draco’s hand and brought him into the kitchen to stand next to him. His face actually looked vulnerable, unlike the Malfoy persona that he was deemed to have.
One eyebrow rose quizzically and eyes widened slightly at the exposed aura Draco had about him.
There was silence for a minute.
“Harry dear, I trust in your decisions. I shall just have to get to know the young Malfoy a bit better then won’t I?” She smiled, but her lips pursed slightly with a mixture of confusion and distrust. The Malfoy name still meant bad things to her. The name meant death eaters and Voldemort.
“Please Ma’am, call me Draco” He bowed his head, his formal upbringing making his actions exceedingly polite.
“Alright then Draco.” She stood, smiling and went over to the stove. “I shall have to peel more potatoes” she mused to herself.
The four friends, especially the boys, all breathed a silent sigh of relief. There was no shouting or accusations or threats. This was the best result they could have asked for.
Then, without warning, the door from the dining room burst open and Ginny stormed in.
“How can you be so cavalier mother?” she raged
“Harry is just being brainwashed, he’s being used. Malfoy is just getting close to him so he can eventually tear him to shreds!”
“Ginny I think you should keep unnecessary accusations to yourself”
“unnecessary!” she howled “its most necessary mother, he is just being manipulated, Harry must be too oblivious to realise the mind games that are being played on him!”
“That’s enough!” Draco bellowed “I apologize for the following proceedings Mrs Weasley by I do see this as necessary.” He turned to face Ginny.
“Don’t you even dare to call me manipulative! It wasn’t so long ago that you accused Harry of molesting you because he wouldn’t take your advances.”
A look of horror spread across her face.
“Yes I know, I was there I saw what happened, I heard what happened, I felt what happened. Do you know what your lies did to Harry? Do you? No you don’t. The amount of pain you caused him was unbearable, especially when you turned his best friend against him. For a matter of fact do you know what kind of pain your manipulation caused your brother? No you don’t because you don’t think of anybody but yourself. So don’t you dare stand there and call my lover oblivious when really it’s you that is oblivious to the feelings of everyone else.”
There were tears streaming down his face, they will filled with a mix of rage and protection and care.
Yet another door burst open and the Weasley twins, followed by their father, came rushing in from the garden to investigate the disturbance.
With a swift wave of their wands the twins had Draco pinned against the kitchen wall, constricting his breathing.
“Well look here, what’s a rat like Mal-” Fred was cut off mid sentence by the protest of the majority of the room.
“Let him down.” Harry ran to Draco, gripping his hand “NOW!!” he barked at them.
Draco fell to the floor in a heap panting heavily and gasping for air. Harry knelt beside him stroking his hair.
“What do you think you were doing?” Harry asked them outraged
“Well, we er- heard shouting. So we came in and well… It’s Malfoy” George answered puzzled.
“If anyone should be blamed for the commotion in here it should be your sister” Harry replied bluntly.
Are you ok? Harry asked, concern etched across his face. Draco nodded causing Harry to sigh in relief and touch his forehead against Draco’s.
The eyes of the room turned to stare at Ginny. This wasn’t the type of attention she liked and so she fled from the room, away from the accusing gazes.

The commotion subsided and the family talked things over, Ron and Hermione filling in a number of blanks for Mr Weasley and the twins.
Harry retreated upstairs and ran into the bathroom, leaning up against the back of the door and letting out a well deserved long sigh as the turmoil had ceased.
Draco was just about to follow Harry the stairs when he felt a hand on each shoulder. He turned to face the twins.
“We’re sorry, it’s just with you’re history and background… ya’ know?” Fred said
“We just jumped to conclusions… And it’s a pretty unusual situation…” George added.
“It’s ok, it was a reasonable conclusion. And yes it is a strange situation we’re in but belive me, it came as much as a shock to me as it probably is to all of you. But I’m not as bad as my name and background makes me out to be. Hopefully you’ll see that” Draco replied and with that he turned to leave.
Harry heard footsteps and opened the door a crack to peer out. He saw a mass of platinum hair and a chiselled face jog up the stairs towards the very door he was peering through.
Harry’s arm burst through the gap as Draco neared the door, pulling him by his arm into the bathroom. Harry slammed the door behind them and pulled the blonde’s lips to his kissing him feverishly. Draco easily melted into Harry and his tongue began to slither across Harry’s bottom lip tasting the mouth of his beloved. The brunette thrust his arms under Draco’s shirt clawing sensually at his back and pulling him closer. Draco ripped of Harry’s shirt exposing his milky skin to the cool air, pushing him back towards the sink. Draco’s shirt followed Harry’s and was discarded onto the floorboards. Harry eagerly worked at the button on his lover’s jeans pulling them off of him. Harry moved his way down the blonde’s neck kissing at his collar bone and moving onto his chest. He pulled Draco by his hips and moved him to sit on the bath’s edge, the clothes on the washing line above them wavered at the disturbance. Harry moved from Draco’s chest and stood removing his jeans and boxers, standing proudly in front of the person he adored.
“I want you” Harry stroked Draco’s ivory cheeks.
“I’ve been strong for so long now and it’s due to you, you saved me from myself Draco.”
I’ve felt so close to you, but I just haven’t had the courage to do anything about it until now, the way you protected me against her it made me realise just how much I cherish you and I… I…
“I love you too Harry” Draco grabbed Harry around the waist and hugged him so strongly that the pair fell back into the bath. They landed in the basin of the bath in a muddle of limbs two pairs of feet sticking out over the edge. The boys laughed and Harry lifted himself up on his elbows and looked down into brilliant grey eyes.
“Your eyes have such a beautiful light behind them I don’t know how I missed it for all those years” Harry swept a few strands of hair from Draco’s face.
“I never knew I had this light until you found it in me to be honest.”
The pair suddenly burst out laughing.
“We’re so corny” Draco chuckled
“Even so, it’s true” Harry leaned in and kissed Draco again. The blonde started to lightly brush his fingertips across Harry’s chest causing his breaths to shorten. Draco kicked off his boxers and sat upright, moving Harry with him. Harry put his legs either side of Draco wrapping them around his waist tightly trying to be as close to him as possible.
“I want to be with you” Draco breathed into Harry’s neck as he kissed it
Take me Draco.
Draco gently entered his lover, a gasp escaping from both their lips. Harry had expected it to be more painful than it was, yes it hurt but it was a sensuous a pain. The feeling of being merged with Draco, of being so close, it conquered all. They moved as one. Flesh on flesh, the heat of passion consuming them both in a haze. Their bodies glistened with fervour, the world around them seemingly meaningless. All that was important was their world inside of that room. A world filled with lust and love and a need to be together. Harry rocked his hips forward the pleasure mounting in them both.
“Draco…” Harry uttered his name through heavy pants, that one word sensuous and dripping with desire. Harry laid his forehead on Draco’s shoulder arms wrapped around his neck, beads of sweat dripping down his back following the curvature of his spine. Their movements quickened moans escaping from there lips, barely more than hoarse whispers as their breaths were so fast. They moved as one, revelling in the experience of being together. And then without warning, in a yearning daze, Draco stood pinning Harry to the wall, his legs still wrapped around the blonde’s waist. Harry’s face contorted in bliss as Draco plunged deeper inside of him repeatedly and with a final thrust they reached the height of their pleasure coming simultaneously as one. Both bodies heaved with deep quivering breaths faces contorted in euphoric bliss. Their heavy breaths began to slow, smiles gracing both of there tired faces. Draco slumped to sit on the bath’s edge, Harry still in his lap, their embrace close. Harry smiled with pure unadulterated happiness and kissed his lover on the forehead. He then leant back turning on the shower attached to the bath, figuring they could use it.