Shamera: Harry Potter- Our Happily Ever After (1/?) 1664
Unloading stuff! ^^;; Sadly, none of these are finished... :P I did say that was a reason why I haven't been updating, right? It makes me bang my head most of the time..
Draco didn’t know why he did it at first.
He never had any aspiring dreams of becoming an Auror when he was growing up. He certainly never thought about the possibility of him even fighting for the side of “good” (or that was what he called it whenever he was called out to help people. That, or he just plain called it “damned annoying and a bloody insane job”) or even doing it with Harry Potter as his partner.
Of all the people… right?
But Draco had never gotten the Dark Mark, had never fought with You-Know-Who at all. Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, had made sure of that when he defeated the legions of darkness on his sixteenth birthday.
Damned ironic, it was.
Draco didn’t know why he had gravitated towards the dark-haired Gryffindor, why he had been so attracted by the other boy’s increasing silence during their sixth and seventh years. And Draco most definitely did not know why he had signed up for Auror training the moment he saw Harry Potter’s signature on the registration papers.
Maybe he had done that in spite. He wanted to tell himself that he couldn’t let Potter’s head continue to swell up just because the Dark Lord was gone. He had to follow the boy even if it meant that Draco Malfoy would be seen in Auror training rather than taking over the Ministry himself.
So he wasted no time signing his name, quite deliberately, underneath the Wonder Boy’s.
What had surprised Draco more than his impulsive action, was that Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger had not signed up for Auror training that day. In fact, the two best friends of Harry Potter had gone to do other things- Granger becoming a teacher at Hogwarts and Weasley becoming a mediwizard. Those two had changed so much from the short war that they had gone through, so much that they were nearly unrecognizable by the time they all graduated.
Even Draco had changed. His demeanor about muggle-born people and half-bloods had changed drastically. While he still in no way loved them like Arthur Weasley (and never will: he was still Draco Malfoy, after all), he had stopped seeing them as inferior. Seeing the Dark Lord’s defeat at the hands of Harry Potter had taught him not to be so judgmental about it.
Everyone had changed from the second rise and fall of the Dark Lord Voldemort. Some for the better, some for the worse. Draco wasn’t sure about which category he fell in, since he had learned to become quite bitter about his short lived career as a Dark Wizard. He never even got to try out any of the dark spells he had learned before the Ministry placed a heavy ban on just about all dark arts.
This was why everyone was so shocked that the person to protest the most vehemently about the ban was Harry Potter. He had declared that it wouldn’t be right for the Ministry of Magic to ban dark magic, especially since it was such an integrated part of magic itself. It was wrong to ostracize something just because it was feared.
People had been doubtful at first, some even going as far as to accuse the Gryffindor of being a dark wizard himself to say something like that. People had tried to shun him by bringing up his connection with the Dark Lord, saying that Harry Potter was going to follow in his footsteps.
They had all been silenced when Potter had quietly explained that it was because of society’s fear that made someone a pariah… and it was the beginning of the path to the dark. Slytherins went dark because no one believed in their potential to do good things, and many people were redeemed only because they had been loved.
That had been the difference between Harry Potter and Lord Voldemort. One had been loved, the other… shunned.
But as time went on and Draco’s eyes kept drifting to Harry, the blonde Slytherin increasingly wondered if Harry had been right in that aspect. After all, the wizarding world did no hesitate to shun the green eyed boy whenever they felt that they were threatened, due to the fact that they needed a scapegoat. Why did Harry turn out good and Tom Riddle turn out evil?
Maybe that was what Draco wanted to find out when he had signed up for Auror training with Harry.
By the time they were twenty-two, Harry and Draco had made a well deserved name for themselves. They were young, they were agile, and they worked together like a charm. Women swooned over either one or both of them, and those who had at first scoffed at the idea of the two former enemies working together had to finally agree that the two were good together. Very good together.
And Draco had discovered that Harry Potter was one person who was extremely closed off from everyone else. Talk about introverted. It had taken Draco years before he finally got invited over to his partner’s house, and an additional six months before Harry had agreed to a date.
The ex-Gryffindor had to be the most stubborn and obstinate person that Draco had ever met. Regulations about relationships and working together, his foot. Harry just hadn’t wanted to give up the idea of them being age old rivals, which was all.
This was why Draco prided himself at bedding Harry two months after they started dating. Normally, he would have gotten tired of someone if they gave in too fast, especially since he always had bigger fish to fry. His relationships at Hogwarts lasted an average of one to two weeks. But then… what better catch was there than Harry Potter, the hero of the wizarding world? What better way to clear up the Malfoy name than to be an Auror… a ‘good’ guy? It certainly helped that he not only had Harry Potter for a partner at work, but as a partner at home.
So when Draco wanted to quit being an Auror when he turned twenty-five, Harry had reluctantly agreed to follow Draco. When Draco had wanted to move to France and live in a mansion that had previously been his father’s, Harry had made no comment, instead packing his things to live with Draco.
And when Harry had left after seeing Draco with someone else in bed one day, the blonde realized that something was wrong with the plan that he had in the beginning.
Date Potter. Redeem his name. That was all there was to it… wasn’t it?
But his heart had constricted at the empty mansion. From the first day that Harry had left, Draco felt the pangs. The black-haired boy had never taken up much space, but there had been things that Draco was too used to seeing: several books lying bookmarked on the dining room table, a red and gold scarf hung haphazardly on the coat rack, a mug of hot chocolate always on the dresser table.
When Harry had left, Draco had found that there was a reason their relationship had lasted much longer than the previous ones that Draco had. He found out that Harry was special to him in a way that was quiet and unnerving, yet at the same time made him want to scream and shout at the other boy. They fought all the time. They made up all the time. Their sex was fast and furious, passionate and loud.
And it wasn’t the same without Harry’s quiet presence in the background, either reading a book or writing a letter to his friends.
So Draco had gathered his pride in a hand basket and set off back to England to try and win Harry back. There was no doubt where he would be, since Harry had often talked of how his missed his friends, and had Ron and Hermione over all the time whenever Draco was out.
He tried going to the residences of all of Harry’s former friends. Tried reasoning with Granger to tell him where Harry was, since was it obvious by the grim set of her jaw that she knew where he was.
They had all laughed in his pain, and told him that Harry should have left long ago- that he should not have taken Harry for granted like that in the first place. They had warned the dark-haired boy that Malfoy would never love him; and it had finally come to this impasse. They didn’t care that Draco was hurting without Harry, didn’t care because it had been due him a long time ago.
For all the times he had hurt Harry (especially when Harry’s beautiful eyes got so wide seeing him in bed with that girl… Draco had already forgotten her name in his haste to find the Gryffindor hero again. There had been so much pain in those clear, bright eyes… and Draco could have sworn that those eyes were bright with tears, even if he had never seen Harry cry. Never seen the man shed a single tear in the years that they had been together.), Draco would now hurt. For all the hurt he had dealt out as a child, he was now scorned. It didn’t matter if he had redeemed himself in the eyes of the public- to Harry’s friends; he had fallen once again the moment that he hurt Harry.
It had taken months, but Draco had finally been able to find out where Harry was. He had watched with a muggle camera as the dark haired boy trudged up the steps of the home of Ron and Hermione Weasley, watched as the haggard and tired face changed into a smile when he was greeted by those who so obviously loved him.
He saw the small smile that had not been there during the years Draco and Harry had been in France.
So simple was that smile… it made Draco rethink his entire life.
Draco didn’t know why he did it at first.
He never had any aspiring dreams of becoming an Auror when he was growing up. He certainly never thought about the possibility of him even fighting for the side of “good” (or that was what he called it whenever he was called out to help people. That, or he just plain called it “damned annoying and a bloody insane job”) or even doing it with Harry Potter as his partner.
Of all the people… right?
But Draco had never gotten the Dark Mark, had never fought with You-Know-Who at all. Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, had made sure of that when he defeated the legions of darkness on his sixteenth birthday.
Damned ironic, it was.
Draco didn’t know why he had gravitated towards the dark-haired Gryffindor, why he had been so attracted by the other boy’s increasing silence during their sixth and seventh years. And Draco most definitely did not know why he had signed up for Auror training the moment he saw Harry Potter’s signature on the registration papers.
Maybe he had done that in spite. He wanted to tell himself that he couldn’t let Potter’s head continue to swell up just because the Dark Lord was gone. He had to follow the boy even if it meant that Draco Malfoy would be seen in Auror training rather than taking over the Ministry himself.
So he wasted no time signing his name, quite deliberately, underneath the Wonder Boy’s.
What had surprised Draco more than his impulsive action, was that Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger had not signed up for Auror training that day. In fact, the two best friends of Harry Potter had gone to do other things- Granger becoming a teacher at Hogwarts and Weasley becoming a mediwizard. Those two had changed so much from the short war that they had gone through, so much that they were nearly unrecognizable by the time they all graduated.
Even Draco had changed. His demeanor about muggle-born people and half-bloods had changed drastically. While he still in no way loved them like Arthur Weasley (and never will: he was still Draco Malfoy, after all), he had stopped seeing them as inferior. Seeing the Dark Lord’s defeat at the hands of Harry Potter had taught him not to be so judgmental about it.
Everyone had changed from the second rise and fall of the Dark Lord Voldemort. Some for the better, some for the worse. Draco wasn’t sure about which category he fell in, since he had learned to become quite bitter about his short lived career as a Dark Wizard. He never even got to try out any of the dark spells he had learned before the Ministry placed a heavy ban on just about all dark arts.
This was why everyone was so shocked that the person to protest the most vehemently about the ban was Harry Potter. He had declared that it wouldn’t be right for the Ministry of Magic to ban dark magic, especially since it was such an integrated part of magic itself. It was wrong to ostracize something just because it was feared.
People had been doubtful at first, some even going as far as to accuse the Gryffindor of being a dark wizard himself to say something like that. People had tried to shun him by bringing up his connection with the Dark Lord, saying that Harry Potter was going to follow in his footsteps.
They had all been silenced when Potter had quietly explained that it was because of society’s fear that made someone a pariah… and it was the beginning of the path to the dark. Slytherins went dark because no one believed in their potential to do good things, and many people were redeemed only because they had been loved.
That had been the difference between Harry Potter and Lord Voldemort. One had been loved, the other… shunned.
But as time went on and Draco’s eyes kept drifting to Harry, the blonde Slytherin increasingly wondered if Harry had been right in that aspect. After all, the wizarding world did no hesitate to shun the green eyed boy whenever they felt that they were threatened, due to the fact that they needed a scapegoat. Why did Harry turn out good and Tom Riddle turn out evil?
Maybe that was what Draco wanted to find out when he had signed up for Auror training with Harry.
By the time they were twenty-two, Harry and Draco had made a well deserved name for themselves. They were young, they were agile, and they worked together like a charm. Women swooned over either one or both of them, and those who had at first scoffed at the idea of the two former enemies working together had to finally agree that the two were good together. Very good together.
And Draco had discovered that Harry Potter was one person who was extremely closed off from everyone else. Talk about introverted. It had taken Draco years before he finally got invited over to his partner’s house, and an additional six months before Harry had agreed to a date.
The ex-Gryffindor had to be the most stubborn and obstinate person that Draco had ever met. Regulations about relationships and working together, his foot. Harry just hadn’t wanted to give up the idea of them being age old rivals, which was all.
This was why Draco prided himself at bedding Harry two months after they started dating. Normally, he would have gotten tired of someone if they gave in too fast, especially since he always had bigger fish to fry. His relationships at Hogwarts lasted an average of one to two weeks. But then… what better catch was there than Harry Potter, the hero of the wizarding world? What better way to clear up the Malfoy name than to be an Auror… a ‘good’ guy? It certainly helped that he not only had Harry Potter for a partner at work, but as a partner at home.
So when Draco wanted to quit being an Auror when he turned twenty-five, Harry had reluctantly agreed to follow Draco. When Draco had wanted to move to France and live in a mansion that had previously been his father’s, Harry had made no comment, instead packing his things to live with Draco.
And when Harry had left after seeing Draco with someone else in bed one day, the blonde realized that something was wrong with the plan that he had in the beginning.
Date Potter. Redeem his name. That was all there was to it… wasn’t it?
But his heart had constricted at the empty mansion. From the first day that Harry had left, Draco felt the pangs. The black-haired boy had never taken up much space, but there had been things that Draco was too used to seeing: several books lying bookmarked on the dining room table, a red and gold scarf hung haphazardly on the coat rack, a mug of hot chocolate always on the dresser table.
When Harry had left, Draco had found that there was a reason their relationship had lasted much longer than the previous ones that Draco had. He found out that Harry was special to him in a way that was quiet and unnerving, yet at the same time made him want to scream and shout at the other boy. They fought all the time. They made up all the time. Their sex was fast and furious, passionate and loud.
And it wasn’t the same without Harry’s quiet presence in the background, either reading a book or writing a letter to his friends.
So Draco had gathered his pride in a hand basket and set off back to England to try and win Harry back. There was no doubt where he would be, since Harry had often talked of how his missed his friends, and had Ron and Hermione over all the time whenever Draco was out.
He tried going to the residences of all of Harry’s former friends. Tried reasoning with Granger to tell him where Harry was, since was it obvious by the grim set of her jaw that she knew where he was.
They had all laughed in his pain, and told him that Harry should have left long ago- that he should not have taken Harry for granted like that in the first place. They had warned the dark-haired boy that Malfoy would never love him; and it had finally come to this impasse. They didn’t care that Draco was hurting without Harry, didn’t care because it had been due him a long time ago.
For all the times he had hurt Harry (especially when Harry’s beautiful eyes got so wide seeing him in bed with that girl… Draco had already forgotten her name in his haste to find the Gryffindor hero again. There had been so much pain in those clear, bright eyes… and Draco could have sworn that those eyes were bright with tears, even if he had never seen Harry cry. Never seen the man shed a single tear in the years that they had been together.), Draco would now hurt. For all the hurt he had dealt out as a child, he was now scorned. It didn’t matter if he had redeemed himself in the eyes of the public- to Harry’s friends; he had fallen once again the moment that he hurt Harry.
It had taken months, but Draco had finally been able to find out where Harry was. He had watched with a muggle camera as the dark haired boy trudged up the steps of the home of Ron and Hermione Weasley, watched as the haggard and tired face changed into a smile when he was greeted by those who so obviously loved him.
He saw the small smile that had not been there during the years Draco and Harry had been in France.
So simple was that smile… it made Draco rethink his entire life.