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Author: fathomlessspite
Fandom: Harry Potter
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: I can't believe it's been so long since I worked on this! RL overwhelmed me I guess, I don';t think I was prepared for how difficult year two would be compared with first year. Sorry to anyone who was reading and thank you for anyone who's come back! Resultingly, this part is relatively short, but I just needed to get going again. Hopefully i'll managed to update soon.
CATCH UP: --PROLOGUE-- , --PARTS 1&2--, --PART 3--, --PART 4--, --PART 5--, --PART 6A--, --PART 6B--, --PART 7--, --PART 8--
Harry felt surrounded by warmth. Not just the usual warmth of his bed in the morning but the warmth of someone beside him. This would be unusual even if he was at home, as Ginny usually kept as far to her side of the bed as possible, but it was downright mind boggling as he was now staying at Hogwarts alone.
Nonetheless he felt warm and rather content in a way he was unaccustomed to recently. He therefore burrowed closer to the source of the warmth and pushed any other pesky thoughts to the edge of his mind where they quietened for the moment as he drifted on the edge of consciousness.
* * *
Potter was awake. Well maybe not fully awake, but barely conscious. Draco was almost positive. And so he didn’t know what to make of the fact that they were still lying entangled on Harry’s bed.
Unless Potter was mistaking him for his wife. Which was a ridiculous thought in itself, especially considering Potter’s face was currently buried in Draco’s hair, which was much finer than Ginny Weasley’s.
On top of that Draco was pretty sure the two hadn’t spoken in several weeks.
He stared idly at the ceiling of Potter’s bedroom. He should probably, no definitely, move. Possibly even leave, but untangling his limbs from Harry’s should probably be the priority.
Draco sighed and turned a bit towards Harry. He would move. Soon.
* * *
In the end the pair were awoken by someone banging against the entrance to Harry’s quarters. Harry groaned as the noise permeated his sleepy haze and pushed himself closer to Draco for a moment before the outside world made its present known with even louder banging.
"Potter," Draco muttered and kicked Harry in the shin.
"Ow," Harry said angrily, finally opening his eyes, just so he could glare into Draco’s. "Bastard," he muttered, pinching Draco’s arm before pushing himself into a sitting position.
The banging stopped abruptly and Harry frowned. He called for the portrait guardian to the entrance for his quarters and she shuffled into a previously empty frame next to the doorway, looking between Harry and Draco with a blush.
"Morning Professor Potter," she said with a smile.
"Morning," he mumbled in response. "Where’d whoever that was go?" he asked.
"In search of one of your children so they can provide the password," she told him. "I think they believed Professor Malfoy to have drowned you in the lake or something of the sort. The woman suggested they search your quarters before they begun slinging accusations."
Harry snorted and threw himself back down onto the bed with a ‘thanks’ and a request to inform them when she saw the visitors approaching.
"So," he said.
"So?" Draco asked with a raised eyebrow. Harry sat up and rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
"I guess I should thank you for bringing me back to my room?"
"Are you sure?" Draco said with a sardonic lilt to his voice.
Harry smiled, "Yes."
"Okay, good," Draco said and smiled in return.
"Good," Harry echoed as they heard the door opening just as the young lady walked back into the portrait.
Harry quickly jumped off the bed, briefly telling Draco to stay put before darting out of the bedroom and pulling the door shut behind him.
"Hi," he said to Ron and Hermione who were standing in the doorway. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"We were just worried when you didn’t come to the door," Hermione explained, shutting the aforementioned door behind them.
"I’m fine," he told them honestly. "I was in bed, sorry," he explained.
"You got back all right last night?" Ron asked. "Because the portraits say they saw Malfoy dragging you down the corridors," he added.
"I had a bit to drink," Harry shrugged and looked away toward the kitchen. He wasn’t particularly proud of his behaviour.
"Okay, well we just came to let you know we’re going to leave after lunch," Hermione explained. "You’ve already missed breakfast."
"Right, sorry. I’ll be there," he smiled. The didn’t move. "See you down there," he prompted.
After they’d left, Harry leant his head back against the bedroom door and sighed. He hadn’t actually done anything wrong, nor lied, but he still felt guilt nibbling at him.
Perhaps the feeling was due to the fact that he wished he could go back to bed and stay there throughout lunch, dinner and the rest of the weekend.
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Part 10 HERE
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I usually stop when I've got deadlines, because I can't write essays and fiction at the same time. I'd start using metaphors in my essays and psych termonology in my fic :) I'd always rather be writing though!!!
I'm planning on writing the next part in my lecture tomorrow morning :) So it should be up soon
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Yay, that makes me happy! I really love this series. Its just about the only non-Hogwarts era series I read.