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Title: And All Over Again
Author: fathomlessspite
Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy and the rest of them
Warnings: slash, DH SPOILERS, epilogue compliant :(
Rating: PG thus far
Summary: (highlight to read) It's Lily Potter's first year at Hogwarts, it'll be the first year in thirteen since Ginny and Harry had the house to himself. But as Ginny has decided to take a course at a wizarding college in Egypt Harry accepts a teaching position at Hogwarts. With old friends and enemies surrounding him, questions about his slowly disintegrating marriage are hard to ignore.
A/N: Still haven't finished part six! So i decided to post the first half (hence '6a') :) Next part should be up sooner, as I have two weeks off work! Yay!
CATCH UP: --PROLOGUE-- , --PARTS 1&2--, --PART 3--, --PART 4--, --PART 5--
Harry was looking at the dregs of his coffee, contemplating getting himself another mug, when there was a knock at the door. He looked up to the painting that hung in his living room and sure enough his disgruntled door-minder soon made an appearance.
"Professor Malfoy requests admittance," she said.
"Let him in," Harry responded, pouring himself another coffee.
Harry waved a hand at the stool on the opposite side of the kitchen counter from himself when Malfoy entered his quarters.
"Coffee?" he asked.
"No thank you. I just wanted to… apologise again," he said, looking as if he was pulling teeth.
"No problem," Harry said with a dismissive wave of his hand. Malfoy frowned at him.
"Are you feeling okay Potter? I’ve given you a legitimate reason to argue with me and yet you’ve completely passed it over."
Harry shrugged. "Do you want to hear about the detention then?" Harry asked and at Draco’s nod he began to fill Draco in on how the detention had gone.
When Draco stood up to leave, he paused. Harry followed his eyeline to the letter sitting on the end of his kitchen counter.
"Might as well get it over with, it can’t be that bad," Draco told him. Harry frowned at him and then looked back to the letter.
"She’s been writing to Lily every week," he heard himself say as he reached out for the letter and slid it across the counter toward him.
"Lily’s her daughter."
"I’m her husband," Harry responded angrily.
"Hmm," Malfoy responded, heading for the door again.
"What’s that supposed to mean?!" Harry demanded. "Malfoy?!"
The only response he received was the sound of the door snapping shut.
* * *
"Read it yet?" Malfoy murmured as Harry walked into the Great Hall for breakfast.
He grabbed a piece of toast from the table and walked right back out again.
* * *
A few hours later Harry sat by the edge of the lake, open letter in his lap, watching the water wash over the pebbles.
It had been short as Draco had said. Nothing too bad though, enquiries after Harry’s health, responses to the information he’d given her about his first week, question as to how he thought the children were doing. A couple of generic statements about how she was enjoying her course.
A whole paragraph on the weather there compared to here.
The hand resting on the letter pulled together into a fist, crumpling the parchment. With a frustrated exclamation, Harry screwed it up into a ball and flung it into the lake.
"Harry?"
He closed his eyes at the sound of Oliver’s voice.
"I don’t think he’s in the mood for company Oliver," Malfoy said quietly. Harry plastered on a crooked smile that he was sure would fool neither of them and turned round.
"What are we doing then?" he asked unnecessarily, what with the flying brooms they were both holding, Oliver with two.
"Cleaning the entrance hall," Malfoy said sardonically. Oliver hit him with the handles of the two brooms.
"Wanna come flying with us?" Oliver asked.
"I dunno," Harry said, glancing back out over the lake.
"C’mon Potter, a good ride will help work out the frustration," Malfoy said with a smirk. Oliver groaned and Harry let out a surprised laugh.
"Well when you put it like that," he said with a grin, reaching out to take the spare broom. "Lets go."
* * *
Harry was high above the ground, watching for the snitch as Draco tried to put the Quaffle past Oliver, when a feeling of light-headedness swept over him.
He ignored it as best he could, which proved not to be the smartest move when he swooned fifty feet in the air and almost fell off his broom. He was caught at the last second by Draco’s arm securely attaching itself round his waist.
"Potter, what-?"
"M’fine," Harry muttered, trying to push Draco away.
"You didn’t eat lunch, did you?" Draco said with a glare.
"No, but I had…" Half a slice of toast seven hours ago. "Oh."
"Idiot," Malfo muttered. Harry glanced over Malfoy’s shoulder, looking for a glimpse of Oliver, but instead noticing how far away the ground was. He screwed his eyes shut as his head swam and fisted a hand in the material of Draco’s sleeve. "Right, down we go."
Harry nodded his head in affirmation without opening his eyes. Once they were on the ground Harry blinked blearily at Malfoy as Oliver came jogging towards them from where he’d landed.
"He okay?"
"Prat hasn’t eaten all day. Have you had anything to drink apart from the coffee this morning?" he asked. Harry shook his head miserably.
"Harry how did you make it past thirty without learning to feed yourself?" Oliver laughed as he took him by one arm and Malfoy by the other and led him back to the castle.
PART 6B
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I think she's a fame whore deep down...
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1 minor point - Waist is the spelling you are after.
I'm wanting to smack Ginny. - nice touch.
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And thanks you for comments!
I'll try to have the second part up soon, but apparently I'm indepspensible because I was called into work all day yesterday, and this afternoon... *cries* I shall compose it in my head while I'm standing around serving no-one :)
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I shall be patient...