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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/
      Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Draco_Malfoy/Harry_Potter, Harry_Potter/Original_Male_Character(s),
      Hermione_Granger/Ron_Weasley
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Draco_Malfoy, Winky_(Harry_Potter), Hermione_Granger, Ron
      Weasley, Luna_Lovegood, Ginny_Weasley, Narcissa_Black_Malfoy, Neville
      Longbottom
  Additional Tags:
      Original_Character(s), Original_Character_Death(s), Abuse, Hurt/Comfort,
      Infidelity, Murder-Suicide, Murder, Prostitution, Anal_Sex, Public_Sex,
      Work_In_Progress, Trans_Male_Character, Minor_Character_Death
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      Published: 2015-08-31 Updated: 2015-10-01 Chapters: 21/? Words: 39779
****** Of Dragons and Jewels ******
by CaptainParisStarr
Summary
     Draco Malfoy gets disowned and has no where else to go so he turns to
     Harry. Harry takes him in, but is it just out of the kindness of his
     heart or is there something more going on behind the scenes? And who
     is Jewel, the whore Harry hired mere hours before Draco turned up on
     his doorstep?
***** 1 *****
“Hey, mister, ya lookin' for a good time?” The boy sauntered up to Harry,
wiggling his hips the entire time, as Harry studied him intently. For a rent
boy, he was cute, and surprisingly clean looking. Obviously dyed bleach-blond
hair that did not match his dark eyebrows and just brushed his shoulders was
hanging loose and allowed to frame his face. But below that, his body was
almost painfully thin, and his cheeks were sunken.
 
“I'm not looking for anything like what you're offering...” He started
awkwardly. The blonds amber colored eyes clouded slightly in confusion.
 
“But... Oh come on baby.” He immediately turned up the charm as he sensed a
fish that might slip through his net.
 
Swallowing hard now, Harry allowed himself to more than glance at the other
boys body. Under the sheath-like mini-dress he was wearing, he was all skin and
bones, but his skin was creamy and free of blemishes. High heeled sandals
encased his delicate feet, and the hem of the skirt was so short that it was a
miracle he wasn't flashing his cock with each exaggerated step he took. Gazing
up and down his body, Harry estimated the youths height at about five foot
five, at the most, and didn't even want to guess at his weight.
 
All in all, aside from the female clothing, naturally dark hair, and brown
eyes, he reminded Harry of another boy, one he had glimpsed naked and had
lusted after ever since. Even though he knew that he could never be with him
like that. Because he would never allow a boy to touch him sexually.
 
“How old are you?” He found himself asking, as he seriously considered hiring
him for the evening. It wasn't like he couldn't afford to hire a whore or two.
 
“I'm eighteen.” He replied quickly, too quickly. Though he looked about
sixteen, Harry sensed that he was actually even younger than that, probably
closer to fourteen.
 
“I see.” He decided against calling out the lie, not wanting to know if he was
right. “Lets go somewhere more...” He broke off as the boys stomach rumbled
loudly and he paled for a second. “When was the last time you ate anything?”
 
“Yesterday morning.” For once the boy was being completely honest and not
making any effort to flirt.
 
“Shit! Let's get you some food.”
 
“Can we go to Tanya's Diner? They let us fuck in the booths there, so long as
were quiet. And the food is actually pretty good too.” He added the last as an
afterthought as Harry gaped at him.
 
“Fuck in the booths?” Shaking his head, he began heading up the road towards
the diner.
 
“Yeah. They have curtains, for privacy, and is run by one of the pimps as a
sideline.” He explained.
 
“Do you mind if I ask you what your name is?”
 
“My street name is Jewel. I'm not allowed to give you my real name.” Jewel
replied quickly, his eyes downcast.
 
“I'm Harry.”
 
“Harry... That's a pretty common name isn't it? Most of my clients have flashy
names like Jacques. Or at least they claim to.” There was something bitter
about Jewel's tone that Harry didn't like.
 
“Jewel? Are you okay?”
 
“Yeah... well... I tend to attract men that I don't wish too. It's rare for me
to have a cute young client like you. I usually attract older perverted men
into borderline pedophilia, since I look so young. I had one middle aged
gorilla of a man even try to fuck me right in the middle of the street...” He
broke off, shaking his head in disgust.
 
Not knowing what to say, Harry remained quiet until they reached the diner, and
entered. Jewel nodded to the hot young waitress as she struggled to pull up her
tank top enough to keep her ample bosom from spilling out entirely. Another
customer had apparently pulled down her top far enough to expose her pink
nipples. Ignoring her struggles, Jewel headed straight for an empty booth in
the back, and sat down gratefully, pulling up his skirt as he did so.
 
Harry tried not to look at the suddenly exposed manhood as he sat down beside
Jewel, but couldn't help it. Jewel's foreskin was pierced, and a metal cock
ring was encircling both cock and balls. Feeling uncomfortably aroused, he
reached over and pulled the skirt down again as best he could.
 
Jewel shot him another confused look. “Baby, what's the matter?” He turned up
the heat again after once more sensing that he might not be getting hired for
sex.
 
“How can you just flash your dick like that?”
 
“Because I get a bigger cut of the money I get paid when I do. Also when I
don't insist on condoms. And when I just shut up and put out...” He bit a red-
painted lip as he realized his chattiness was probably costing him precious
money.
 
“Oh...” At that moment the waitress came by with a pair of highly glossed
menus. Jewel barely glanced at it before ordering a club sandwich, and Harry
opted for a burger. He also ordered them both colas to drink.
 
As soon as she was gone, Jewel snuggled up against his side, and Harry felt a
rush of warmth at the contact. “So are we gonna... or what?”
 
Harry shook his head. “I... I'm really not looking for sex...” But even as he
said it the urge to fuck Jewel senseless rose up inside him. “Orals okay with
me though.” He added as Jewel wilted.
 
Perking up again, he tried to slide under the table but Harry stopped him. “Eat
first.”
 
“But then I'll have crumbs stuck between my teeth...”
 
“Go brush them then if you're worried about that.”
 
Jewel nodded, but palmed Harry's crotch anyway.
 
Allowing the touching, since he knew that Jewel needed some assurance that he
was going to get paid, Harry asked something else that he'd been wondering. “Do
you normally dress like this, or is it just for work?”
 
“I love dressing like a girl. When I can afford to, I even want to become a
girl. I've known since I was three that I was trapped in the wrong body,
but...” She shrugged. “I started dressing like this, secretly, when I was
fifteen, but my dad caught me one day. Though back then my dresses were less
tight and more cute. I got kicked out and now I'm selling my body to old men
just so I can eat and have a place to sleep...”
 
“What do you charge for someone to spend the entire night with you?”
 
Jewel gave a figure, which was much lower than Harry had expected. “I'm not
supposed to hire clients for the night, though. That's why its so low, to
encourage me to find quick bangs and rake in more money for my pimp.”
 
Just then the food arrived, saving Harry from the awkwardness of having to
reply. They ate in silence, Jewel ravenously, and Harry almost idly. He wasn't
all that hungry, and let Jewel eat half the burger. Then, after Jewel made a
trip to the bathroom to freshen up it was time to get down to business.
 
Closing the curtain, Jewel slid down to her knees under the table and
skillfully opened Harry's pants, barely glancing at the length he exposed
before swallowing it.
 
It felt sinfully good, and Harry let his head fall back and allowed himself to
just enjoy it. Jewel was far more skilled than seemed possible, which made
Harry wonder if she wasn't eighteen after all.
 
Feathering one hand through her soft hair, Harry tensed himself to cum- just as
Jewel pulled away and grasped his base hard.
 
“Hey! What the heck...?”
 
“Fuck me! Please...” Jewel slid her body up so that he could look Harry
straight in the eye.
 
She looked so desperate that Harry nodded. “Sit on my lap.”
 
Complying, Jewel flipped her skirt up so that her bare ass rested against
Harry's cock. Working it between the cheeks, Harry began rotating his hips,
then stopped as he felt something that wasn't flesh.
 
“Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that I'm wearing a butt plug.” Jewel blushed.
 
“A butt plug? Why?”
 
“To.... So that I'm always stretched out and ready to be fucked.”
 
“Oh... Isn't it uncomfortable though?”
 
“I'm used to it... and anyway I'm only allowed to remove it for three reasons:
to be fucked, to wash my ass out after being fucked, or to take a dump.
Otherwise it has to stay in, night or day. You can take it out now though...”
Jewel lifted her hips to give Harry access to his ass.
 
Pulling out the large plug, Harry then guided himself to Jewel's entrance, and
the transgender girl gratefully lowered herself onto her clients cock.
 
“Oh, fuck yeah, this is what sex should be...” She moaned softly not the least
bit pained since Harry was smaller than the plug. Clamping her muscles, she
began pumping her hips up and down, riding the older youth hard.
 
Moments later, just as Harry was getting used to the unexpected feeling of
Jewel's ass, the curtain was pulled aside, and the check placed upon the table.
 
“Hey! Do you mind?” He shrieked, but the waitress just shrugged and pulled the
curtain closed again.
 
“She always does that. The sex really doesn't bug her, just ignore it.” Jewel's
pace hadn't so much as faltered, and Harry soon lost himself in the rhythm of
fucking.
 
He didn't want Jewel to know that he'd been a virgin, so he pretended to know
what he was doing by letting Jewel do all the work. Then Jewel began clenching
and releasing her muscles in a way that undid Harry's work at not cumming, and
he soon found himself once more on the verge of exploding. Bracing himself once
more, he pushed his hips flush against Jewel's ass and spilled his seed deep
inside her.
 
“Thank you!” Jewel panted as she levered herself off Harry and sat down beside
him, smoothing her skirt over her erection.
 
“You didn't cum?” Harry asked a moment later, after catching his breath.
 
“I can't cum when I'm wearing this cock ring, and only my pimp has the key to
remove it. I'll be allowed to satisfy myself in front of him later though.”
 
“You can't cum with a client at all?”
 
“No. It... ruins the mood if I spill first, and I cum easily. All it takes is a
few good hard thrusts to my prostate... It's actually quite embarrassing.”
 
“Jewel... are you okay?”
 
“No... but I have no where else to go... nothing else I can do to make
money...”
 
Saying nothing else, Harry tucked himself away again, and pressed five times
Jewel's normal rate into her hand.
 
“This is way too much, I can't accept all this...”
 
“The more you make the more you can keep right?” Jewel nodded slowly. “Then
take it. Save it, use it to get out of here. Find yourself a real boyfriend,
someone who will take care of you. You seem pretty smart, go to college and get
a real job. I know you can make it.”
 
“I... Thank you.” Jewel hugged Harry, something she wasn't supposed to do, then
slid out of the booth after tucking the cash inside her padded bra, and headed
outside. What would happen to her Harry didn't know, but he hoped that she
would find a way out. Sighing he paid the bill, tipped the waitress generously,
and headed home.
 
 
That night, he lay in bed and thought back to meeting Jewel. He really hadn't
gone to that part of town looking for a hooker, instead what he'd been seeking
was porn, and sex toys. But as soon as he'd seen Jewel all that had been
forgotten, and now Harry regretted his continued lack of a fleshlight.
 
Soon enough he found himself remembering the body of another boy, the one Jewel
had reminded him of. How he had walked in on the other boy bathing during his
seventh year at Hogwarts, a couple weeks after his final battle with Voldemort.
 
He found himself stroking himself until he came, only then was he able to
sleep.
 
 
Harry paused outside the Prefects Bathroom, once more wishing he had remembered
to bring the Marauder's Map. Whispering the password he had gotten from Ron, he
pushed the door open, hoping the room would be empty. It wasn't.
 
Malfoy glanced over startled as the door opened on its own, then closed without
anyone seemingly entering. But he still jumped quickly into the still filling
tub, covering his nude body with the suds.
 
“Potter!” He shrieked, causing Harry to suddenly remember that Malfoy knew
about his cloak.
 
Feeling a bit sheepish, he slid it off and stood in his PJ's. “I didn't think
anyone was in here.”
 
“Didn't that damned map of yours tell you otherwise?”
 
“How do you know about the map?” Harry examined Malfoy as he spoke, surprised
by the older boys demeanor. “And why are you being so shy? We're both male, its
not like you have anything I haven't seen before.”
 
Malfoy actually blushed. “I'm shy because we're both male.” The words were
whispered so softly that Harry almost missed them. The implication behind the
words made Harry pause again. He was shy because they were both male? Did that
mean...? Feeling his pants start to tent, he reached for his cloak. “A-anyway,
I should leave you be before...”
 
“Are you hard?” Malfoy asked suddenly, cutting him off. When Harry nodded, the
blond swallowed hard, and levered himself out of the pool, revealing his own
erection. “You can join me if you want...”
 
“You sure?”
 
“Yeah... It's different when I know that you're looking back...”
 
Instead of grabbing his cloak, Harry found himself pulling off his PJ's and
walking over to Malfoy. “I've never done anything like this... I was hoping to
be alone, not looking for male company...”
 
“I've never bathed with another man before either.” Malfoy shot him a shy
smile, then leaned towards Harry. Meeting him halfway, Harry kissed another
male for the first time. The kiss was awkward, neither of them knowing quite
what to do, but it was amazing at the same time.
 
They both pulled away at the same time, breathless. Then Malfoy pushed Harry
into the water.
 
“Malfoy!” Harry sputtered as he surfaced.
 
“Please don't call me that when were like this... It sounds weird. Call me
Draco.”
 
“Draco...” Suddenly the blond was in the bath with him, pressing his body
against Harry's equally male one. Grabbing Draco's ass, Harry ground his hips
against the blonds, causing sparks of pleasure to soar through both of them.
Then Draco froze.
 
“No, keep going, I like watching shows like this.” Harry froze too, as he
recognized the voice. Spinning around he grabbed a bar of soap, but refrained
from hurtling it at the ghost girl, knowing it would do nothing but anger her.
 
“Myrtle, what are you doing in here?”
 
“Spying, what does it look like?”
 
“Spying? You're a fucking pervert! Just because you can walk through walls
doesn't mean you can spy on whatever you want to.” Harry's initial shock was
turning into embarrassment, and judging by the way Draco was pressing his face
into Harry's shoulder, he wasn't the only one.
 
“I don't get caught. Ever. Draco only saw me because I let him.” She shrugged,
and opened her mouth again, but all that came out was a sound like a door bell
ringing...
 
He woke up, disoriented from his dream. Though he knew that Myrtle would
convince them to let her watch, he was annoyed that he was woken from his
favorite recurring sex dream. Yawning, he threw on a robe and padded downstairs
to see who would be ringing his bell at this hour.
 
He opened the door only to find himself face to face with the boy he had just
been dreaming about- Draco Malfoy.
***** 2 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
“What are you doing here, and do you know how late it is?” Harry yawned to show
that he had been asleep. He had never told Draco that he had moved into the
house his godfather, Sirius Black, had willed to him.
 
“I know it's two in the morning, but I didn't know where else to go.” Draco
stared at the ground as he spoke.
 
Harry woke up a bit more at Draco's tone, and noticed for the first time that
he was wearing travel stained muggle clothing- a t-shirt and a pair of jeans-
and had a back pack slung over one shoulder.
 
Pushing the door wider, he let Draco follow him inside. “What do you mean when
you said you don't know where else to go?”
 
“I mean just that. I can't go home, all my friends have turned on me. I don't
even have any money.” Draco's voice shook as he spoke.
 
“Do you want to talk?” Harry asked, as he led Draco into the kitchen and put on
the kettle.
 
“My father found out that I'm gay. He publicly disowned me, tossed me out. All
I was allowed to take with me was clothing. Well, no that's not true. That's
just all I could grab at the time. The rest of my stuff will be sent once I
have a place for it to be sent to, but my Father has banned all other contact
with him, and after my friends found out...”
 
“So you came here? Why? Because of that day at school?” Harry asked, referring
to the day he had asked Draco out. After catching him in the bath, Harry had
actually turned tail and left again, before Draco could stop him, but after
they both had figured out their mutual interest. Unlike his dreams, he had
chickened out, and hadn't joined Draco in the bath. He hadn't even seen if
Draco had been physically aroused or not.. Myrtle really had seen them though.
 
He had summoned his courage and asked Draco out a week later, but had been
turned down flat. Because Draco couldn't risk being with another man, even
though he was gay. Though it had stung, he had understood Draco's reasoning,
and they had remained on semi-friendly terms since.
 
Draco was nodding. “Yeah, because of that. Not because I'm hoping to hook up,
but... you're the only person I know who is okay with me being gay.”
 
“You're not here for sex then?” Harry asked, as the kettle whistled and he
poured the boiling water into the teapot.
 
“No, well... I'm open to that happening, if you want it to. Its just...”
 
“No pressure?”
 
“Yeah, no pressure.”
 
Harry sat down next to Draco and gently touched his hand. “You can stay here as
long as you need to, in order get back on your feet again.”
 
“Do you want me to do any cleaning? Or I can cook a little...”
 
“Don't worry about that.” Harry had taken in the house elf Winky when he moved
in since, after Dumbledore's death, her behavior made it hard for her to stay
at Hogwarts. She had stopped moping around most of the time and actually
cleaned as long as he didn't try to pay her or give her clothes to wear. He had
also needed the help, since Kreacher had died of old age two weeks after he had
returned home after the war had ended.
 
Standing again, Harry poured the tea into two mugs, and passed one to Draco,
who accepted it without question. He took a sip, then set it down again, as his
body shook. It took Harry a moment to realize that Draco was crying.
 
Touching his hand again, he tried to comfort Draco, but this time the blond
pulled away. “I don't know what I'm going to do. I was hoping my Father could
get me a cushy Ministry job or something, but that won't happen now. Most of my
grades were flukes, I don't really have any marketable skills...”
 
“Stop right there!” Draco was beginning to remind him too much of Jewel, and he
shuddered at the thought of him also ending up on the street. “I'm sure that's
not true. There has to be something you're good at. Potion making, maybe.”
 
That got Draco to calm down some. “That's not really a marketable skill, not
all by itself. But I see your point. Though you always got better marks in
Potions than I did, especially during sixth year.”
 
“I only aced the class that year because of the Half-Blood Prince. It was his
old book I was using, since I didn't know I'd be able to take the class that
year.”
 
“I see-” Draco cut himself off with a yawn.
 
“But we can discuss this more in the morning. You'll be able to think better
after a good night's sleep.”
Harry stood, then hesitated. “Do you mind if I ask how he found out about you?”
 
Draco blushed. “He caught me looking at a magazine showing only men.” Shaking
his head disgustedly, Draco continued; “If he'd caught me with a guy, that
would have been one thing, but looking at a magazine? I tried to pawn it off as
curiosity, but...”
 
“Malfoy's aren't curious about other men?” Harry finished.
 
“Exactly. I thought he would hit me when I finally said 'Okay fine, yeah I'm
gay.' But instead he calmly stated that I was to leave because I was no longer
his son.”
 
Draco studied his feet as he finished, then shyly added; “I don't want to be
alone tonight.”
 
Harry swallowed, as he remembered his dream. “What are you saying, that you
want to sleep in my bed tonight?” When Draco nodded, Harry paled. “I don't know
if that's such a good idea tonight...”
 
“Why not? You like me don't you?” Draco's brow wrinkled in confusion, as he
clearly recalled Harry asking him out on a date, and showing interest in being
in his bed while they were still at school.
 
“Yes, I like you, but that's why its not a good idea. I don't want to fuck
things up with you before they even get started because we had sex too soon,
when your head's still so messed up from being disowned, and I don't think I'll
be able to keep my hands to myself when you're right there, beside me.” The
words came out all at once, blurring together, but Draco still understood him.
 
“Oh.” Was all he could say.
 
“But... I also get why you don't want to be alone.”
 
“What do you want to do then?” Draco looked on the verge of tears again, his
nerves too frayed for him to stay calm for long, and Harry sighed.
 
“Come on. Maybe if I jack off in the bathroom first, having you beside me won't
be so bad...”
 
“Why are you so horny tonight, or are you always like this and I just didn't
notice?”
 
“You woke me up from a sex dream. I was dreaming about us in the Prefects
Bathroom.” Harry explained before his brain kicked in, and he realized that
he'd confessed something he hadn't intended to.
 
“I wish you hadn't turned tail that night, that we'd had sex in the bath...”
 
Harry stopped dead and spun around only to find Draco close enough to kiss.
“You would have let me...?”
 
“Yes. That night, I would have.” Then there was no space between their lips at
all.
 
 
“Which side of the bed do you want?” Harry asked half an hour later after
they'd finally made it up to the master bedroom. Resisting the urge to touch
his lips, he still felt stunned that they'd just spent thirty minutes kissing
in the hall. Just kissing, slow kisses that first heated the blood ,and then
deepened into a full blown make out session. Kissing Ginny had been amazing,
but nothing compared to what had just happened.
 
“Either, I don't care.” Draco still sounded breathless. “Was that a mistake,
just now?”
 
“I... I hope not. If something that wonderful was a mistake then...”
 
Draco set his bag down beside the door to dig out his pj's, as Harry headed
into the adjoining bathroom to brush his teeth and jack off. When he came back
out, he found the blond curled up in the center of the bed hugging a pillow
tight to his chest.
 
Sliding into the bed, Harry spooned in behind Draco, and tried to hug the
tension out of the blond's body.
 
“Why did you break up with the Weasley girl?”
 
“Ginny? It's a long story...” Harry didn't know why Draco wanted to ask him
about this now.
 
“Please tell me. I need a distraction, and I need to know that she... won't be
a issue for us later on.” Draco added the last part shyly, as he was by no
means certain that Harry wanted a long term relationship with him, though he
longed for one with Harry.
 
Sighing, Harry settled himself more comfortably. “She was pregnant, and it
wasn't mine. When she got so sick just after the final fight with Voldemort, it
wasn't the flu like everyone was saying- she'd actually miscarried...”
 
“How do you know it wasn't your kid?” Draco spun around, shocked at what he was
hearing.
 
“Because I never had sex with her. But... she thought it was mine. Whoever the
true father was, he had used poly-juice potion to make her think that he was
me. And she fell for it. I can't forgive her for that... for not seeing through
the ruse... not enough to trust her as a girlfriend anyway. Had she been with
another man willingly, without trickery... well, we were not actually together
at that point so I would have forgiven her for that. But not for what had truly
happened.”
 
Draco was silent for a long moment, then, just when Harry thought he wasn't
going to say anything at all, he whispered; “I'm sorry I asked. But thanks for
telling me. I had no idea...” He broke off, at a loss for words. The official
story was that Harry and Ginny had simply drifted apart and things just 'didn't
work out' for them. Even Ron didn't know the truth.
 
“I've only ever told Hermione the true story. It feels good to tell someone
else, to trust in you.”
 
“You trust me? Why? I haven't done anything to earn your trust...” Draco gazed
deep into Harry's eyes as he spoke.
 
“I know. You've changed so much though, since the last time we saw each other
that I'm... willing to give you a chance. Don't prove me wrong about trusting
you.”
 
“I won't...” The words were whispered into a soft kiss, then Draco lay down
again. “Night.”
 
“Good night.” Though he had been sure he wouldn't sleep with Draco next to him,
the next thing he knew sunlight was streaming through the thin curtains.
 
Yawning he sat up, startling the other boy. “M-morning.” Draco stammered,
shoving something back into his pants as he spoke.
 
“Morning... What are you doing?” Draco blushed, and closed the magazine he had
been reading. Harry saw the cover as it got shoved back into Draco's bag- it
was porn, the cover depicting two young men kissing while wearing nothing but
boxers.
 
“Is that the magazine he caught you with?”
 
Draco shook his head. “No, it's the first one I ever bought, in secret. I was
so scared when I brought it home, yet thrilled at the same time. I'd only been
fifteen, and I had never done anything like that before. I'd bought it off of
an older male friend, someone who graduated Hogwarts three years ahead of us,
and I knew was also gay. I thought you were still asleep...” He looked sheepish
as he whispered the last bit.
 
Harry hugged his lover from behind. “You don't need to hide this anymore. If
you want to play with yourself, then play with yourself. I don't mind.” One
hand trailed down Draco's stomach resting just above his hastily hidden
erection, as he chose not to comment on what Draco had just confessed to him.
 
“I know, its just... You said last night that you want to wait and not rush
into things...”
 
“Yes, I did, didn't I?” But Harry made no move to pull away. “But that was
before we kissed in the hall.”
 
Draco stood, shaking off his lover's touch. “You were right though, I should
get my life in order before we start having sex. Mind if I borrow your shower?”
When Harry shook his head, Draco grabbed his toilet bag and disappeared into
the bathroom.
Chapter End Notes
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***** 3 *****
Harry was making breakfast when the doorbell rang again. Frowning slightly, he
glanced upstairs, but Draco was no where to be seen. Certain he was still in
the shower, Harry padded down the hall to the front door.
 
“Hey.” Tucking her eternally unruly hair behind an ear, Hermione greeted him
with a smile. Ron waved at him from behind his girlfriend. “Sorry for just
dropping by, but it's been ages since we saw you.”
 
“I'm glad you did.” Harry smiled brightly, hugging her. Then he stepped aside
to let his friends into the house. “I just finished making breakfast if
anyone's hungry.”
 
But when he went to grab the plates, Harry hesitated. It would be a dead give
away if he grabbed a fourth set that he had another guest, and he wasn't sure
how Ron would react to Draco staying with him.
 
Soft footsteps made the choice for him, and he grabbed the fourth plate just as
Draco entered the kitchen, his hair still damp from his shower.
 
“What are you doing here?” Ron almost snarled as he spied the unexpected guest.
 
“He's staying with me for the time being.” Harry shot Ron an 'I'll explain
later' look that his friend completely missed.
 
“I got myself disowned, for reasons I do not wish to go into right at the
moment.” Draco muttered quietly as he took a plate of food and left the room
again.
 
“Disowned?” Ron's look of contempt changed to shock. “That daddy's boy? For
what?”
 
“That's not my story to tell.” Harry cast around for a valid excuse when he was
saved by a surprise remark from Hermione.
 
“Does it have anything to do with the new baby?”
 
“Baby? What baby?” She pushed a paper towards him. The article stated how
despite being told she wouldn't have more children, Mrs. Narcissa Malfoy had
recently given birth to a healthy boy. Another Malfoy heir, one they could
start over with. One who would hopefully be happy with girls and not seek out
or desire male company. “Draco never mentioned anything about this.”
 
“Your calling him by his first name now?” Ron didn't meet Harry's eyes as he
spoke.
 
Not knowing what to say, Harry glanced at the picture that accompanied the
article. Draco was not shown, only Lucius, Narcissa, and the new baby had been
photographed. The absence of the older Malfoy heir was so conspicuous it almost
seemed ominous.
 
“How long will Malfoy be living with you?” Ron asked, after a couple minutes of
silence.
 
Harry shrugged. “As long as he needs to. I'm not going to turn him away just
because he bullied us in the past. He's changed since we first met him, you'd
know that if you'd actually talk to him.”
 
“Enough! Ron, if Harry wants to trust Draco, then we should let him.” Shooting
Harry a knowing look that made his cheeks flame, she managed to stop the fight
before it could even begin.
 
“The baby isn't my Mother's.” All three of them jumped at Draco's voice, as no
one had noticed him reenter the kitchen to place his now empty plate in the
sink. But he had heard everything from where he had been sitting on the
staircase just outside the kitchen door.
 
“What?”
 
“He's only my half-brother - his true mom died in childbirth, and since she had
the patented Malfoy blond hair and silver-gray eyes my Father took the boy in
and convinced my Mother to pass him off as her own. Her recent illness had
nothing to do with the baby, rather she has a chronic health condition that is
slowly killing her, and keeping her mostly bed-bound.” Draco's voice was flat;
if he was shocked to hear that his father had gotten another woman pregnant it
didn't show. What Draco didn't say was that the 'chronic health condition' his
mother had was a combination of a stress induced lowered immune system,
resulting in frequent colds, and the fact that Lucius hit her.
 
Without thinking, Harry took Draco's hand to comfort him.
 
“What the...?” Ron went white at the sight of his best friend holding another
man's hand.
 
“Maybe we...” Draco tried to pull his hand away, but Harry only held on
tighter.
 
“Ron, do you have a problem with Draco being my boyfriend?”
 
“Boyfriend?” The word was squawked. Then spots of high color covered his white
cheeks. “Boyfriend? Is that why he got disowned? For being a disgusting
faggot?”
 
“Ron!” Hermione was beyond shocked. “Take that back! There's nothing disgusting
about being gay. It's normal, for some people anyway.”
 
Saying nothing, Ron glanced between his best friend and his girlfriend, then
spun on his heel and stalked out the door.
 
 
“Am I your boyfriend?” Draco whispered the question against Harry's chest some
time later. Hermione had also left, to browse Diagon Alley and see if anyone
was hiring sales clerks.
 
They were lounging in front of the fire Harry had built up despite the August
heat. The old house always seemed cold even though there were no drafts, and
Harry found the fire comforting.
 
“Do you want to be?” Harry didn't even know himself, he had spoken without
thinking when he had used the term to explain his relationship with Draco to
Ron earlier that day.
 
Draco didn't answer, though. Changing the subject, after a moment of silence,
Harry asked something else that had been on his mind. “How were you so calm
while saying that this new baby was the product of your Fathers infidelity?”
 
“Because he's not the first. I have another half brother- Jared, he should be
around seventeen by now. And thirteen year old twin half sisters;I can't recall
their names though. Not that I actually met any of them... I only know about
them because of my Fathers bragging...”
 
“Bragging?”
 
“Yeah. He's the type to not only cheat, but then compare the women to his wife
by telling her in great detail all the ways in which the new woman was better
than she was. How easily they conceived was a big one since he'd always hoped
for several sons...”
 
“Why didn't he take in Jared then if he wanted another boy?”
 
“Jared has brown hair, ;like his muggle mother, and is not Malfoy enough. And
the twins are redheads, and also are half-bloods, since their mom was a muggle-
born witch. Not that he ever wanted a girl to begin with. I was five the first
time I overheard him bragging to her, a few weeks after the twin girls were
born, so I'm more than used to it by now. I just wish...” Draco broke off,
staring absently into the fire.
 
“You wish what?”
 
“That I could see Caelum again. He's so cute, and he never cried when I held
him. It was like he knew already that I'm his big brother... He would scream
something awful when Mother tried to hold him though... I think he misses his
real mom too much to accept a new mother.”
 
Feathering his fingers through Draco's soft hair, he held his lover as he cried
softly, overwhelmed by how much he missed both his mother and Caelum. “Is it
wrong that I miss Caelum more than my parents? That I don't care if I ever see
my Father again but would do anything to hold his tiny body in my arms again?
That I love a boy whose only two weeks old more than anyone else?”
 
“No, I don't. He never had a chance to hurt you, and his love was pure.”
 
“Pure. Yeah, it was. He was pure, innocent, untainted by the world. Beautiful.”
He was quiet for a long moment, then; “Do you think two men could raise a child
together?”
 
“I don't see why not. It happens in the muggle world.”
 
“Good. I want a child someday, I have ever since I first saw Caelum. Before
that I'd never given kids much thought- I'd always assumed I'd have some
dutiful wife who would somehow pop one or two out just because I need an heir,
and...”
 
“Would they be yours?”
 
Draco actually looked offended. “Of course they would be, even if I had to drag
another man into our bed to get me hard I was planning to have kids with my
chosen wife. But I'm glad that won't be happening now.” For the first time he
saw that his disownment meant freedom from his Fathers rules. “Do you want
kids?”
 
Harry shrugged. “I haven't thought about it.”
 
“Not that I'm saying I want a kid with you or anything anyway...” Draco's voice
was thick with embarrassment and Harry didn't need to see his face to know that
he was blushing.
 
“No of course not.” Harry brushed Draco's hair out of his eyes, and leaned in
for a quick kiss.
 
The kiss deepened without either of them intending it to, and their hands
gained a mind of their own. Harry's slid down to cup Draco's tight little ass
as Draco's slipped up under Harry's shirt to toy with erect nipples.
 
Grinding his hips against Draco's he remembered the butt plug that Jewel had
been wearing. Just picturing Draco wearing a plug or using a dildo on himself
made Harry unbelievably aroused, and grind harder against his lover.
 
“What are you thinking about?”
 
“You. Using a toy on your ass... a toy cock...”
 
“You wanna watch that?” Harry nodded. “I have one in my bag that I do use
sometimes...”
 
That was too much, the idea that Draco ass fucked himself with a dildo flooded
Harry's stomach with warmth- and a moment later he creamed his pants.
 
“Shit...” He panted, not wanting Draco to move but knowing he would soon be
very uncomfortable if he didn't.
 
“What? Did I say something wrong?” Draco frowned in confusion, his silver eyes
darkened almost to black by his arousal.
 
“No... I just... I creamed my pants okay?” Harry looked away, blushing, as he
confessed.
 
“You...?” Draco laughed, relived. The sound was odd, and it took Harry a second
to figure out why. That it was because this was the first time he had ever
heard Draco really laugh.
 
“Draco...”
 
“So did I...” The words were choked out between bouts of laughter.
 
“You also what?” Then Harry saw the wet stain on the front of the blond's
pants. “Oh.”
 
“I think we both need a shower...” Harry shivered.
 
“Together?” Draco nodded. Part of Harry felt like this was a bad idea, but he
couldn't think of why, not just then. All he could think of was seeing Draco
naked and dripping wet.
 
“Yeah. Together...” They slipped upstairs towards the master bath just as the
front door opened again as Hermione returned.
***** 4 *****
The sound of water hitting tile filled the room. Now that they were there, the
prospect of having to undress in front of one another was making both of them
shy.
 
“You go first. It's your shower.” Draco hugged himself as he spoke.
 
“Showering together was your idea though.” Harry had already removed his shirt,
but his hands would not move to push down his pants.
 
“I...” Draco swallowed, and turned his back before lifting his own shirt over
his head.
 
“Well, I'm getting in. You can join me or not as you wish.” Now that Draco was
no longer looking at him, Harry had no problem removing the rest of his
clothing and hopping under the deliciously warm spray.
 
“Hey, stop hogging all the hot water.” Laughing nervously, Draco also stepped
into the shower naked, and Harry stepped aside to let him have a turn under the
spray.
 
But when the blond turned to face him he saw that Draco's shyness may not have
entirely been about showing off his manhood. A thin line ran up the center of
Draco's chest, from the top of his hips to just below the hollow of his throat.
A scar, to remind him that the young man he was taking as his lover had once
almost killed him.
 
“That was the day I first noticed you as a man and not just as a human
being...” Draco whispered softly, and Harry was instantly confused.
 
“Almost dying turned you on?”
 
“What? No, that's not what I meant.” Draco bit his lip and turned away, into
the stream of water. “When I'd first entered that bathroom, I'd been in a
really bad place. I didn't think anyone would care what happened to me, my
friends, my parents, you... I didn't think any of you would even notice if I
died. Not that I was suicidal... Not exactly anyway. But...” He turned to face
Harry again. “When you hit me with the curse, I thought I was going to die, and
I was glad. For the few seconds it took for you to reach me, I embraced death,
welcomed it. Then your face came into view and I realized that you did care,
that you wanted me to live. Your eyes were shining so bright, as you willed me
to live, that I'd never seen anything so beautiful before. I don't think we'd
be here now if that hadn't happened...”
 
“Draco...” Breathing his lovers name unconsciously, Harry took two steps
towards him. “I... I don't know what to say...”
 
“Did you know what that curse would do before you cast it?” Draco's eyes were
wide, almost pleading with him to say no.
 
“No. No, I had no clue what the spell was. I'd found it in the Half-Blood
Princes potion book, scrawled in the margin, and I was curious. I wanted to try
it out and I'm sorry that you had to pay the price for my curiosity.”
 
“Good. I... I never thought that you'd cast the spell deliberately, but I had
to be certain.” Closing the gap between them, he hugged Harry tightly, then
jerked away, his cheeks flaming.
 
“What is it?”
 
“You're naked...”
 
“So are you.”
 
“I've never hugged a naked man before...”
 
That surprised Harry. “You've never...?” He broke off, not certain what he was
asking.
 
“Had sex?” He shook his head. “No, I could never let my guard down enough to
allow myself to seduce or be seduced. I have kissed, mostly girls for show, but
men to, once or twice. I've known that I'm gay since I was twelve, though. And
that's all I've done.”
 
As Draco spoke, he let his eyes wander south to an area he had avoided looking
at while speaking of the past. Harry's cock jumped visibly under his heated
gaze, and his own twitched in response.
 
Harry's eyes were drawn to the motion, and his jaw dropped when he saw what
Draco had been hiding in his pants.
 
“What?” Draco shifted uncomfortably.
 
“I just... had no idea you were so well endowed...”
 
“I'm not that big. He doesn't grow much when he hardens... length wise
anyway...”
 
“Oh. You'd look cute with the tip pierced.”
 
“Really?” Draco blushed, yet he was oddly flattered at the compliment. “But I
can't...”
 
“Yeah, you're cut. I can see that.” Then Harry frowned. “I didn't think wizards
normally went for circumcisions?”
 
“Normally, no. I was circumcised when I was two since my foreskin wasn't
growing fast enough to keep up with the rest of me. And growth spells weren't
working.” Draco explained, a faint blush still covering his cheeks.
 
Why do I keep comparing Draco to Jewel? Harry mentally shook his head but the
thought lingered. Part of him had wondered if maybe they hadn't been the same
person, but that was looking more and more unlikely. Yet, Draco reminded him of
Jewel, and Jewel reminded him of Draco. But why? Shaking his head again, he
pushed the thought away. He barely knew Jewel, and wasn't likely to see him
again anyway, so in the end it didn't matter.
 
Now if he could only convince himself of that.
 
To distract himself, he grabbed the bottle of body wash. “Where do you want me
to start?”
 
“Start on what?” Draco asked distractedly, then glanced up. Seeing the bottle
in Harry's hand he turned around. “I'll cum if you start with my front.” He
explained, blushing harder.
 
Glad that Draco hadn't noticed his internal debate, Harry squirted some of the
gel into his hand, and applied it directly to his lovers soft skin.
 
Draco moaned softly as the gel was massaged over his skin. Tracing lower, Harry
followed the lines of Draco's muscles.
 
“You've bulked up quite a bit since...” Harry trailed off.
 
“Since when?”
 
“Since I... Since you rode behind me on the broom.” Harry shied away from
mentioning Crabbe's death.
 
“Oh... We should do that again sometime. Ride together on a broom.” Draco spoke
softly.
 
“Feeling you behind me... it was...” Harry shook his head, unable to describe
it.
 
“Arousing?”
 
“Actually, no. Exhilarating, different, yes, but not arousing.”
 
Draco spun around at that, needing to see Harry's eyes. “You weren't aroused?”
 
“I had many other things on my mind at that time. Besides, I hadn't noticed you
like that yet. I never actually looked at you sexually until I walked in on you
bathing. Why, were you aroused?”
 
“Oh, so that's why you fled.” Understanding lit Draco's silver eyes. “You were
confused. And yes, I was as aroused as I could be at the time.”
 
“Yes, I was confused. I had never looked at any man sexually before then, not
consciously anyway. When I found myself aroused by you, I didn't know what to
make of it.”
 
“And now?”
 
“Now I accept that I'm bisexual, that I don't have a gender preference.” Harry
kissed Draco softly before turning him around again and resumed washing his
back.
 
“I did it for you.” Draco whispered, as he lightly rested his hands against the
shower wall, wondering what Harry would do if he leaned forward and pressed his
ass against Harry's groin.
 
“Did what?”
 
“Bulk up. I know that I've been underweight since our sixth year, and it wasn't
healthy, but I really did it for you. To... gain your attention.”
 
“You didn't need to do that, but I am glad that you're healthy.” Inside,
Harry's head was spinning. He had noticed a change in Draco, ever since the
final battle, even before catching him bathing. He'd been dressing better,
taking better care of his appearance, little things like that. Never had it
crossed Harry's mind though that it had all been for him, especially since...
 
“If you were trying to attract my attention, why did you turn me down when I
asked you out?”
 
“I... I was scared. My Father had been keeping a close eye on me, especially
concerning my love life. He was looking to see what type of girl interested me,
and if he'd found out that you were my type...” Draco trailed off.
 
Harry didn't say anything for a long moment. “He can't hurt you anymore, you're
safe with me.”
 
“I know.” Draco smiled over his shoulder at his lover. Then he shifted his body
so that Harry's soapy hands slid lower, almost to his ass.
 
Taking the hint, Harry cupped Draco's ass, rolling the two globes gently in his
hands. “You have a beautiful ass.”
 
“Thank you. I just hope I didn't make it too pretty to fuck.”
 
That stunned Harry for a moment. “You want to bottom?” When Draco nodded Harry
swallowed hard, then spread the cheeks to reveal what they hid. Gently, he
rubbed the opening, and got rewarded with another soft moan.
 
Wanting to go further, Harry pushed his finger against the tight pucker, and
Draco yelped in pain. He jerked away, as Draco blushed.
 
“It always hurts a bit, but you can go ahead and finger me...”
 
Harry shook his head. “You're too tight. It won't be fun for me if it hurts
you, however briefly.”
 
Reluctantly, Draco nodded. “Okay, then we should get some anal beads or a plug
or something. Something I can use on myself beforehand to loosen me up some.”
 
“A plug sounds like a good idea.” Once again, he was struck by the odd
similarity between Draco and Jewel, but pushed the thought away forcefully.
 
“And for the meantime, I can do this.” Slipping his cock between Draco's ass
cheeks, he began gently rocking his hips, rubbing his tip over the sensitive
pucker.
 
“Oh...” This time the sound was of pleasure, as Draco began rocking his hips in
time with Harry's. “Touch me.”
 
More than willing to comply, Harry grabbed the base of Draco's cock, and
stroked gently upward. At the top, he rubbed his thumb over the tip, surprised
to see that Draco was already leaking copious amounts of precum. He also
marveled at the sensation, having never touched another man's cock before.
“You're loving this, aren't you?”
 
“So are you.” The words were panted, and a jolt of pure arousal went through
Harry. The idea that he could wield so much power over another human being awed
him. He began stroking Draco's cock in earnest even as he wondered how much
power he really had. Yes, he could clearly make Draco cum easily, but was that
the limit of this power or only the tip of the iceberg? What other pleasures
could he make his lover experience? Resolving to experiment as much as he
could, he sped up his pace.
 
Moments later, Draco's cum splattered the wall of the shower as Harry's trailed
down Draco's thighs.
 
“How long have we been in here?” Draco asked as soon as he could speak again.
 
“Long enough.” After rinsing off all the cum, Harry reluctantly turned off the
shower before stepping out into the much colder main section of the bathroom.
Shivering, he quickly grabbed a towel and began drying himself off.
 
“Fuck, its freezing out here. Lets hurry back to that fire and cuddle some
more.” Draco's tone made Harry smile, snce he sounded like his old self again.
Albeit a version that wanted to be more than friends with Harry Potter.
 
Agreeing, Harry quickly got dressed and followed Draco out the door. But the
fire and cuddling were not to be, as Hermione was waiting for them in the
sitting room.
***** 5 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
“Well, that certainly took long enough. Is shower sex fun?” Hermione's tone was
light, despite the harshness of her words. A teasing smile tugged at the
corners of her mouth as she studied the young lovers.
 
“We didn't...” “Yeah, its fun...” They both started talking at once, then
stopped and glanced at one another.
 
“But we didn't have sex...” Draco blushed, as he met Harry's eyes.
 
“What we did do came close enough.” Shrugging, Harry turned back to Hermione.
Only the tension in her shoulders indicated that she had an issue with Harry
and Draco being lovers.
 
“You're normally not this playful. Are you certain you're fine with this?” He
asked, surprising both of his friends.
 
“I'm cool with you being gay, both of you. It's just... I'm not sure yet if I
can trust Draco, and I'm scared he's going to hurt you. But it's clear that
you're starting to trust him, and I trust you.” Her words were honest, spoken
straight from the heart, and Harry found himself relaxing.
 
“He won't betray me, and if he does hurt me... well every relationship risks a
broken heart. He's worth that risk.”
 
There was a long moment of silence, then Hermione nodded slowly, as Draco
stared at him in open shock, never having expected Harry to defend him like
that. “Like I said, I trust you.” Then she grabbed a stack of papers off the
table. “There were more shops hiring than I'd expected, and I picked up
application forms for the ones I thought you'd like most. The Leaky Cauldron is
hiring bartenders, and Ollivanders is seeking a new owner.” She handed over
several other applications as she spoke, for several clothing shops, Eeylops
Owl Emporium, Flourish and Blotts, Quality Quidditch Supplies, and two
restaurants he had never heard of before.
 
Immediately, the Quidditch one sparked his interest- though he was never that
good at being a Seeker, he'd grown up loving the game, and if he had to have a
menial retail job then it would be better if he sold something he had a passion
for. Like the Weasley Twins and their joke shop. He then noticed that the final
application in the stack was for Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.
 
Setting aside those two, he leafed through the rest, eventually deciding to
also apply at The Leaky Cauldron, the two other restaurants, and the bookstore.
The last one surprised Harry.
 
“I didn't know that you like to read.”
 
He shrugged. “I'm not a bookworm, not compared to her at any rate.” He nodded
towards Hermione. “But I don't hate books either, and I do tend to read when I
get bored enough. It's not my first pick but its better than some of the other
options.”
 
“What is your first pick?”
 
“Quality Quidditch Supplies.” Picking up a quill, he found some ink and began
filling in the applications, going slowly since he had never had to fill in
forms like those before.
 
Hermione rose, and headed towards the door. “I should get going before I
interrupt anything else.” She said her goodbyes and left, closing the door
softly behind her and seeing herself out.
 
“I'll go make us some lunch. Sandwiches okay?” Harry asked a couple minutes
later as a silence fell, broken only by the scratching of the quill.
 
Draco nodded, then; “Please, no roast beef. I've never liked roast beef, even
fresh.” The words were almost whispered, as though Draco was uncertain how
welcome they were.
 
“What do you like, then?” Harry sat down next to his lover, placing a gentle
hand on his leg.
 
“Chicken, ham, and turkey. White meat, not red. I'm not a fussy eater,
especially with veggies, not really. Ever since I was young, I've had to eat
whatever was on my plate without complaint or I'd get lectured. When I wasn't
at school, I've had no say at all when it came to what I'd eat, unless I proved
allergic to something. However, the only thing I'm allergic to is pineapple, so
that proved to be a non-issue.”
 
“Did your father ever hit you?” Harry asked carefully, finally asking the
question he had been wondering about ever since their sixth year. If some of
the stress Draco had been under fixing that cabinet hadn't been from the threat
of physical repercussions at home if he failed.
 
But, to his intense relief, Draco shook his head. “No, he rarely touched me at
all. I don't remember the last time he touched me that wasn't a warning to keep
my behavior more Malfoy in public. At home he all but ignored me, except when I
fucked something up.”
 
“Well, that certainly explains why you're proving to be so cuddly.” He made a
mental note about the pineapple, but since he didn't care for the fruit himself
he wasn't too worried.
 
They just sat there, enjoying each others company until Draco's stomach
rumbled. “Right. Lunch.” Standing, he slipped out of the room, as Draco picked
up the quill to finish filling in all the applications.
 
 
Once in the kitchen, he stopped and took a deep breath. He was shaking, worried
about what he was doing, and Draco. What they would do, what sort of a future
they would, or could, have. Draco was broken, that was becoming clear to him,
and he wasn't sure if he would be able to help put him back together.
 
Emotionally abused, fearful of speaking up, or even thinking for himself,
forced to live more as a clone of his father than as himself... Harry couldn't
begin to imagine what that sort of a life was like. And yet he was tying
himself to someone who had lived that kind of life.
 
No wonder he was being so clingy and dependent- Draco had never been taught how
to be self reliant. Even now he was following Harry's lead more than he was
thinking for himself. He may have chosen which jobs to apply for, but he was
only applying for a job because...
 
Harry's head jerked up from where it had been resting on his hands. Draco was
looking for a job because he wanted to become self reliant. Because he didn't
want to freeload, though he hadn't said it outright, it had been clear when he
had offered to help clean and cook. Yes, he was relying on Harry to help him
find a good job that suited his skills, but he was still searching under his
own steam.
 
Harry decided then that he wouldn't make him pay rent. If Draco really did want
to be able to live independently of him or anyone else, then he would need
something better than a retail job, and that would likely mean post-secondary
schooling. Which cost money, money he would have to save from his meager wages.
 
Besides, Draco wasn't his roommate; he was his lover. Even knowing that if
things went sour Draco might end up back at square one, he didn't wish to only
be friends with the blond youth. He didn't feel love for Draco, not yet, but
his feelings were beginning to go beyond simple lust, and grow more
complicated, and he felt that the feelings could grow into love, if he simply
allowed them to and gave it enough time.
 
Still thinking about what he was going to do to help Draco, he began making the
sandwiches. Grabbing some leftover roast chicken, he chopped it up and mixed in
seasoned mayo and celery before slicing Havarti and Monterey Jack cheese.
Layering the cheese slices on the bread, he added the meat mixture. Closing the
sandwiches, he poured two glasses of milk, loaded everything onto a tray, and
headed back upstairs.
 
He found Draco seated on the floor in front of the fire, the finished forms
stacked neatly on the table. Without having to glance at the clock he knew that
it was too late in the day to take them back, since it was already early
afternoon. “What are you thinking about?”
 
Taking one of the sandwiches, Draco took a bite before replying. “Nothing
really. I... was just wondering how Caelum's doing, if he's happy without me
around or if he's even noticed that I'm gone.”
 
“Did you know about him before he was born?”
 
Draco nodded. “Yeah, I did. I heard my Father brag about it, and my Mother told
me directly that this other woman was pregnant with my half-sibling. It was
pure luck that Caelum proved to be a boy- had he been female my father never
would have taken him in... He hates women, though he would never say so in
public. He told me once that the only thing a woman is good for is spreading
her legs... I disagree though, so don't tell Hermione what I just said. I
respect her too much as a witch to ever look down on her.”
 
“You respect Hermione?” That surprised Harry.
 
“Sure, why shouldn't I? She's both smart and talented. When I called her a
mudblood I was miming my Father's views- I didn't have any opinion of my own
about muggles, not at that point, and now I see that their really not that
different from us. Our... what is the word? The stuff that says what we look
like... it's the same, regardless of whether we have magic or not.”
 
“You mean DNA?”
 
“Yeah! That's it.”
 
“Where did you hear about DNA? Genetic studies aren't common in the wizarding
world.”
 
“Actually, there is a wizard famous for trying to figure out what makes wizards
different from muggles using DNA. I was reading an article on him in a
magazine. Apparently there are a couple of genes that code for magic, but
otherwise we're identical in that regard.”
 
“A couple of genes can still be a pretty big difference, considering humans
share approximately 98 percent of the same genetic code as chimps, and 30
percent the same as lettuce...”
 
That got them both laughing, and they finished their lunch taking about nothing
in particular. It wasn't until the empty glasses and plates were loaded back
onto the tray that Harry changed the subject.
 
“I think you should have your own room while staying here.”
 
“You don't like sleeping with me?” Draco was disappointed, but tried to laugh
it off.
 
“I never said you had to sleep there. I just think you should have your own
space, a place to go to be alone. If you want to keep sharing my bed at night,
you're welcome to.”
 
“Oh. Yeah, having my own space would be nice, and then I could write to my
Father and get the rest of my things sent over.”
 
“Then it's settled. You're officially living here as of now.” Standing, Harry
grabbed the tray, then hesitated. “Oh, I never mentioned it, and she tends to
stay out of sight, but I have a house elf. Winky, the elf freed after being
blamed for the Dark Mark during the Quidditch World Cup.”
 
“I thought you were against slavery?”
 
“Hermione's against it, but I'm more neutral. I don't like the idea of forcing
someone into it, but the house elves don't know anything else. And Winky isn't
a slave, she's still a free elf, though she doesn't wish to wear clothes or be
paid the way Dobby did.”
 
“Dobby...” The way Draco said the elf's name reminded Harry that Dobby had been
serving the Malfoy family before being freed. “I never did thank you for that.”
 
“Thank me? For what?”
 
“Freeing him. I never agreed with how he was treated, or the fact that he was
made to punish himself over the smallest thing. He was too free willed to be
happy serving us, I could see that but never had the guts to go against my
father on the matter.”
 
“I treat her with as much respect as she'll tolerate.” Harry added, nodding his
agreement with what Draco had said, then sighed. “I've had to watch two elves
die, Dobby and Kreacher, the last house elf tied to the Black family, and I
don't care to see a third death any time soon. At least Kreacher died
peacefully, of old age, shortly after I moved in.” Harry sighed and settled
back against Draco, remembering how loyal Kreacher had proven himself to be in
the end.
 
“We should go shopping before it gets dark. I can post the message to my father
on the way.” Draco changed the subject a few minutes later, somewhat
reluctantly as he was enjoying the warm press of Harry's body against his own.
 
“Shopping? For what?”
 
“For... what we discussed in the shower. Sex toys.”
 
“Oh, that.” Harry felt his cheeks heat as he stood and hurried downstairs to
return the tray to the kitchen. Seeing that Draco followed him, he grabbed his
coat. “Well, then lets go.”
 
They used apparition to get to the same street where Harry had met Jewel only
the day before, and quickly blended in with the crowd. There was an adult toy
store two blocks up from the post office; though it was a muggle post office,
there was a hidden room filled with owls for wizarding use; and they headed for
it, not talking until they were inside.
 
“So... what do you want to get?”
 
Draco shrugged, glancing around, then frowned. “Not that.” He pointed to an
inflatable sheep. “Or that... What's with this place?” Draco rolled his eyes at
the shelf of tentacle shaped dildos and headed further back. He returned a
moment later with a basic butt plug, a cock ring, a butt plug/cock ring combo
unit, a pair of handcuffs, and a blindfold.
 
“That's a little kinkier than I was thinking.” Harry's words were accompanied
with a small smile to show that he didn't mind.
 
Deciding that that was enough for the moment, Harry paid for the toys and a
bottle of lube and they left again, heading for the closest alley to apparate
back to Grimmauld Place. Just as they were rounding the corner though, a hand
grabbed Harry from behind.
 
“Help me...” The words were choked out as Harry spun around just in time to
catch Jewel as she fainted.
 
“Jewel?” Laying her down, Harry realized that his hands were wet with Jewel's
blood.
Chapter End Notes
     Keeping 'Apparition' and 'Disapparition' Straight is a bit of a
     challenge so if you notice me using the wrong one, or the right form
     but the wrong tense, please let me know so I can change it. Thanks.
***** 6 *****
Meanwhile
 
Jewel left the diner and headed around back. Once in the alley, she hid behind
a large crate and deftly inserted the plug back into her ass. Then she took out
the cash she had earned that evening- more money than she usually made in a
week, thanks to Harry.
 
Though she knew why Harry had given her so much, she didn't know what would
happen when she turned it in, if her pimp would be happy with the haul or
suspicious. She also didn't know why she had made such an impact on a man she
had only just met that day.
 
Sighing, she tucked the money away again, and headed back to her usual spot. If
she headed back to the so called dormitory- which was really an abandoned
factory with curtains for walls to separate each whores 'room'- she would be
more likely to raise suspicion. No, it would be better if she headed back at
the normal time.
 
“Who was that you'd gone off with?” Crystal, another of the rent boys, asked
her with real interest. At twenty seven, she was the oldest whore working for
Dino. Not that Dino was their pimps real name any more than Jewel was hers, but
what his true name was none of the boys ever found out. And, as far as Dino was
concerned, Jewel was a boy since she had a dick, and Dino refused to believe
that anyone could identify with a gender other than the one they were born
with. No, he just thought she was a male pervert who loved dressing like a
girl, but was still really a boy. Though he was wrong, nothing Jewel could say
or do would convince Dino otherwise, so she had simply given up trying.
 
She was saved from having to answer when a car stopped in front of her. “Hey,
baby, looking for a good time?” She shuddered internally at her own sickly
sweet voice as the driver- who had to be at least sixty- ogled her with clear
interest.
 
Ugh. Not another granddaddy... hopefully though this one wouldn't hire her
because she supposedly looked like his son or grandson. Talk about sickos, the
men who had incest fantasies of fucking their own offspring, yet not quite
daring to. Not that Jewel had any choice- if she wanted to eat that meant
fulfilling whatever fantasy her clients wanted her to play out- and if that
meant calling them 'father' while being fucked, well, then that's what she had
to do.
 
“You're a sweet little thing all right.” Jewel forced herself not to flinch as
the man reached through the car window to grope her. “Hop on in, I know a good
back alley were we can have some fun.”
 
Jewel forced herself to walk calmly around to the passenger side door and climb
in. The man drove a few blocks one handed- his other hand was busy toying with
Jewel's still erect cock. The cock ring not only kept her from cumming- it also
kept her from going soft quickly once she got an erection. Usually it was
embarrassing, but tonight it was useful as it helped convince the man she was
into this when she really wasn't.
 
“Are we using the backseat for our fun?” Instinctively keeping her tone flirty,
she batted her eyes at him- hoping he'd say “No, I want to fuck you against the
alley wall.” It was easier to forget her clients age when she was taken from
behind.
 
But it was not to be. “Yes, I love having sex in the backseat of a car. Don't
you?”
 
“Of course.” Inside she was screaming- how she could ever escape this life when
she couldn't even choose her own sex partners was beyond her. Harry had said
she was smart, but she couldn't see it. How smart could she be when she'd let
herself become a whore?
 
“Into the back seat.” Startled, Jewel glanced around and saw that they were now
parked behind a dumpster. Complying, she climbed over the center console and
lay down on her back on the seat. Her skirt rode up almost to her waist, but
she made no effort to pull it down again as she lifted her legs up to her
chest.
 
Moments later the old man was fucking her hard- harder than she'd expected for
one his age. While her body mimed enjoyment, her mind wandered again, still
wondering what the green eyed man had seen in her.
 
 
“Finally time to sleep.” She yawned as Crystal held open the door to the dorm
for her.
 
“You were gone for quite a while with that old guy- you okay?” Crystal asked,
concerned.
 
Jewel nodded. “Yeah, he just had a surprising amount of stamina- he was the
energizer bunny of old Johns...”
 
“Ah.” Crystal nodded in sympathy.
 
“Yoohoo, Jewel darling.” Sighing internally, Jewel sauntered over to Dino.
“Honey, how'd ya do today?” Dino had a sweet spot for Jewel, but that didn't
mean she got treated better than the other boys. No, all it meant was she was
the only one getting fucked by the pimp instead of fucked over by the pimp.
 
“Decently.” She pulled out the cash she had made- the old man had paid barely
enough to cover half of what they'd done, but it helped make what Harry had
given her seem less suspicious, so she was secretly grateful.
 
Dino was silent as he counted the money, then he turned to the blonde girl. “I
heard you only scored two Johns today- though you got a free meal from one of
them.” His eyes were narrowed dangerously.
 
“The first John- the young one- he over paid me. Said I was to save the extra
for...” She was cut off by Dino's palm hitting her cheek.
 
“Liar. You know how I feel about stealing. Free food from a John is one thing,
when you dine at Tanya's anyway, but pick pocketing is another thing entirely.
You're a whore, not a thief.” Dino scruples, however, didn't stop him from
pocketing all the cash that Jewel had given him- without counting out Jewel's
cut.
 
Jewel's eyes widened in fear, but she kept her mouth shut. “Now, I'll ask you
one more time; where did you get the money?”
 
“I told you already! A John overpaid me! I swear, I'm telling the truth!” She
broke out in a cold sweat as it became apparent that Dino didn't believe her,
didn't want to believe her.
 
“I'm disappointed in you, Jared. I thought you were smart enough to follow the
rules.” Jewel winced at the use of her given name- a name she had always hated.
Jared was far to masculine a name for someone as delicate as she was.
 
“Now, if you won't tell you the truth, I'll have no choice but to confine you
to bed until you confess- or die. It's your choice which it is.” Bed
confinement meant being tied to the bed with no food or water until so many
hours had passed, or the boy told Dino what he wanted to hear. She had watched
two boys die that way; one had been sentenced to a week for being caught doping
on crystal meth, and the other to four days for taking cash from a dead body.
The meth she could understand; if there was one good thing to be said about
Dino it was that he kept his boys clean as he would permit no drugs or alcohol.
They were not even permitted to take Aspirin when they had a headache. But
taking cash from a dead body? Jewel thought that was going to far.
 
Knowing she was going to die, Jewel did the dumbest thing she could do; she
talked back to Dino. “But I am telling you the truth! Harry paid me extra... So
I can get out of here and go to college! Why can't you believe that?”
 
“Because you're nothing more than a worthless whore whose beauty is only skin
deep. You're Venus, pretty to look at, but poison to all who get under your
skin.” Dino's mouth was a white line and his fist moved too fast to be seen- it
was not until she found herself halfway across the room clenching her stomach
as pain radiated outward from her left kidney that she realized she had been
punched.
 
The blade was at her throat before she could refill her winded lungs. “You're
nothing, a nobody. No one would give you that much cash, because people don't
care.” The blade arced downwards, and Jewel threw all her remaining strength
into rolling over- but was too slow. The point bit into her side, carving a
shallow trench from her right shoulder to the bottom of her ribs. With one
final kick to her crotch, Dino left her there, too certain she would be dead by
morning to even tie her to her bed. Through tear filled eyes, Jewel watched him
leave; then everything faded to black.
 
 
“Jewel? Oh, God, Jewel! Hang in there! Can you hear me?” Slowly opening her
eyes, Jewel found Crystal hovering over her, a bottle of tap water in his hand.
“Here, drink this. I saw everything, that bastard! You'll be okay, just try not
to move. The cut isn't that deep, but it's long enough that it will take some
time to stop the bleeding.”
 
Gratefully, Jewel opened her mouth and allowed the stale lukewarm water to flow
inside. It was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted, and as soon as she
had swallowed, she opened her mouth for more.
 
“Take it east, you'll get sick if you drink that fast.” Setting aside the water
bottle, Crystal turned back to Jewel's side. He had taken a sheet from an
unused bed and folded it into a makeshift pad, then used regular scotch tape to
secure it over the gash in Jewel's side. “You need medicine or you'll end up
with an infection, or blood poisoning. But the hospitals too far away...”
 
“Crystal, I love you.” The words poured from Jewel's mouth without thought.
 
“I know.” Crystal leaned in and kissed Jewel's forehead, but an odd look was in
his eyes as he wondered how Jewel meant the words.
 
“You're the only one here who cares about me. The rest only care about
themselves, but you... you're like a big brother to all of us and I love you
for that.” Jewel coughed, and Crystal paled until he saw that she had not been
coughing up blood.
 
“Sleep for now, we'll figure something out. You will live, I promise you that.”
But even as he said it they both knew that it was an empty promise, and Crystal
was signing his own death sentence by helping Jewel. But even as she fought to
stand, blackness washed over her once again.
 
When she woke a second time it, afternoon sunlight was streaming in through the
high windows and the common area was empty. Snores could be heard from behind
the curtains, and Jewel knew that everyone else was asleep. Dino always came by
at six to get them up, so she gingerly swung her feet out of bed and felt for
her shoes. Choosing the pair with the lowest heels she could find, she stood,
swaying dizzily, but knowing she had to get out of there. Dino would kill her
if he found her still alive when he came back and not sprawled on the floor
where he had left her. Adrenaline coursed through her system and strengthened
her enough to get to the door.
 
Once outside, she stopped and closed her eyes. She had discovered several years
earlier that if she focused hard enough that no one would notice she was
injured yet again by her fathers belt, though he had not started to hit her
until she was thirteen. Now though, when her life depended on remaining unseen,
she found the glamour came easily to her, and she stepped out of the alley and
into the main street without anyone turning to look at the bleeding youth in
the torn dress.
 
For almost an hour she wandered about aimlessly, not knowing where to turn for
help, until she spotted a flash of green through the crowd. Squinting, she
searched the crowd, and spotted it again. The green came from a pair of
familiar eyes, half hidden behind glasses, and she made her way hastily towards
the young man. “Harry...” The word was croaked out, unheard.
 
When she saw that Harry was with another young man, a blond, she almost turned
away, but certainty that this was her only chance of survival spurred her on.
Putting on one final burst of speed, she reached out and manage to grasp the
back of his jacket. “Help me.” Even as she said the words, darkness tinted the
edges of her vision and the world went black before she could see if she'd
reached her savior or not.
***** 7 *****
“Jewel! Hang in there!” Harry unconsciously repeated Crystal's earlier words as
he finished laying the girl down on the dirty ground in the alley.
 
“What happened?” Draco paled at the sight of Jewel bleeding out, and any
jealousy he may have felt evaporated as he realized that Jewel was fighting for
her life.
 
“We need to get him out of here.” Frantically he searched in vain for any sign
of Jewel's assailant. “We need to get him back to Grimmauld Place.”
 
“How? He's a muggle- apparating him is illegal!”
 
“It's our only option; do you want him to die?” Draco bit his lip as he shook
his head, unwilling to be responsible for yet another death. Dumbledore's was
enough of a burden all on it's own.
 
Reluctantly, he helped lift Jewel's unconscious body upright and into Harry's
arms. Then he draped his own arm over Jewel's shoulder, and together they
apparated him back to the ancestral Black family house.
 
While Harry carried her upstairs to a spare bedroom, Draco ran downstairs to
get some hot water and the first aid kit from the kitchen. He found Harry
cutting the ruined dress off of Jewel as he entered the room, and gazed in
amazement at Jewel's emaciated body.
 
Knowing that his own had looked similar only a year earlier, he turned away,
and handed Harry the kit.
Unable to stay still, he then dunked a clean cloth in the water to wipe blood
from Jewel's body.
 
After setting aside the kit, Harry removed the make-shift bandage, wincing at
the red lines the tape left on Jewel's pale skin, and grabbed his wand. Waving
it over the gash, he chanted a healing spell similar to the one Snape had used
to heal Draco from the Sectumsempra curse. To his relief, the spell worked and
the gash closed up leaving only a pale pink line to show it had even been there
at all. It had been his first time casting the spell and he hadn't been sure it
would work.
 
“He should be okay now.” Wiping sweat from his brow, he leaned back into the
comforting hand Draco placed on his shoulder.
 
“Who is he?”
 
Swallowing hard, Harry filled Draco in on what little he knew of the youth
called Jewel on the streets. Draco was frowning when he finished, and he
blushed, shameful that he had lain with a whore, though he hadn't yet told
Draco that part.
 
“He seems so familiar to me... I wish I could figure out why...” Harry breathed
a sigh of relief as he realized that Draco wasn't jealous.
 
“You too?”
 
“Who is he really? Where does he come from, and who are his parents? Jewel is
only a pseudonym, so that doesn't help us much.” Leaving Draco to puzzle it
out, Harry grabbed his wand again and tapped the ring still binding Jewel's
manhood, whispering a simple unlocking charm. It worked, and the hateful thing
fell to the bed silently. Moments later it was tucked away in a drawer and he
was covering Jewel with the blanket.
 
As they were turning to leave again, Jewel stirred. Grabbing something from the
kit, Harry returned to the bed. “Here, drink this.”
 
To groggy to argue, Jewel downed the blood replenishing potion without tasting
it. “What was that?”
 
“Just something to help you feel better.”
 
Blinking, she glanced around the room. “Where am I?”
 
“Your in a spare bedroom of my house, and you're safe. Sleep some more then we
can talk.” Jewel nodded, looking unconvinced. “Trust me, you're safe. We won't
let anything bad happen to you, Jewel.”
 
Then they left, closing the door softly behind them.
 
It wasn't until they were back in the kitchen that Draco broke the silence.
“Does he look at all familiar to you?”
 
Harry began to shake his head, then stopped, frowning. “Vaguely. But I can't
think of where I recognize him from.”
 
Slamming his fist down on the counter in frustration, Draco continued. “Dammit
I know him, but I can't think of why or how and it's driving me crazy. But I
definitely know that boy, I know I do. And yet, he isn't the type I would have
hung out with, and he's a muggle to boot...”
 
“Is he? We haven't gotten any warnings from the Ministry about apparating him,
and they would know, wouldn't they?”
 
That made Draco pause. “You're right, they would. Then does that mean that he's
a wizard? But that street was mainly for muggles... though the toy store we
visited was a wizarding shop.” They both remembered the contents of the bag
that had been left sitting beside the front door and blushed.
 
Draco shook his head. “Not until we figure out who Jewel is, and what to do
with him.”
 
Agreeing, Harry rummaged through the icebox, digging out some frozen chicken
soup to thaw for Jewel. “Oh, you never did pick out which room you wanted.”
 
“Actually, I have, I just never got the chance to tell you. I picked the one on
the second floor at the base of the stairs leading up.”
 
Harry nodded. It was far enough away to provide privacy, yet close enough to
feel like they were still living together as a couple. That thought gave him
pause.
 
“You never did answer my question; do you want to be my boyfriend?” Harry
glanced over at Draco almost shyly as he spoke.
 
“Yes, I do. Does that mean I am?” Draco replied softly, looking at his hands
instead of at Harry.
 
“Yeah. I mean, I want you to be my boyfriend as well.” He moved closer and
softly kissed Draco's lips. They were just debating deepening the kiss when a
soft sound from the doorway startled them.
 
“You should still be in bed!” Harry scolded Jewel halfheartedly.
 
“I know but I... I can't be alone right now...” Her amber eyes glowed as though
she was about to cry, but her cheeks were dry. Tying the sash of the bathrobe
she had found in the wardrobe tighter, she took a hesitant step closer to the
boy who had saved her life.
 
“What's your name? Your birth name, not what they call you on the streets.”
 
“It's...” She bit the inside of her cheek as though debating whether or not to
trust Draco, then nodded to herself. “It's Jared. Jared Whitley.”
 
Draco paled as though he had just seen a ghost and mouthed the words. “And your
father? What was his name?”
 
Frowning, Jewel shook his head. “I... I don't remember... Luci. My mom always
referred to him as Luci. I've never met him, though.”
 
“But I thought you said your father was the reason you were on the streets...?”
Harry asked, confused.
 
“Oh, him. He's just the man my mom married when I was two. I guess it would be
more accurate to call him my step-father. I assumed, though, that you were
asking about the man who got my mom pregnant with me?”
 
Draco nodded. “Luci... as is Lucius?”
 
“Maybe, if I ever heard his full name I was too young to recall. Mom always
said she'd tell me all about him- and even help me find him, if I wanted to-
when I turned eighteen, but then she died when I was twelve. I know almost
nothing about him, aside from that nickname, Luci, and the fact that he was
rich enough to be paying her to keep quiet about me, and likely married to
another woman.” Frowning once more, she studied Draco intently. “Why all the
questions?”
 
“Because... Does the name Malfoy mean anything to you?”
 
“Malfoy? No... wait yes... yes I remember my mom screaming the name once at
someone. A tall blond man... Was he my father? She'd said something about how
he cared for his own pure Malfoy son more than me... or something like that...
Draco... the other boys name was Draco...”
 
“I... Oh my God!” Suddenly Draco's arms were around Jewel's shoulders. “You
have no idea how long I've wanted to meet you, brother!”
 
“Brother? Wait, are you... Draco Malfoy?”
 
“Yes I am.”
 
Then Jewel was hugging Draco back, and they were both crying. “I can't believe
it... I have a brother...”
 
“No wonder you looked so familiar to me... you look like our Father... Like
me...” Laughing now, they broke apart, wiping at damp cheeks.
 
“You should take Jewel back upstairs. Stay with him, so he won't be alone. I
think you to have some catching up to do.” Harry smiled gently as he spoke, but
inside he was anything but calm. His stomach was a mess of butterflies, and as
soon as he was alone he ran to the sink and heaved up his lunch.
 
Jewel was Draco's brother! That was something he had not expected.
 
They were brothers... and he had fucked the wrong one!
***** 8 *****
“So... Can I ask you something?” Now that they were alone, their initial joy at
discovering a brother was wearing off, and neither knew what to say, or where
to begin.
 
“Sure, you can ask me anything.” Jewel didn't know what was normal for
siblings; life on the street had made her oddly open about some things, but she
also knew when to remain silent.
 
“It's just...” Draco blushed and bit his lip. “I don't know what I should be
calling you... Which name do you prefer- Jewel, or Jared?”
 
“Oh. Jewel, please, keep calling me Jewel.” Then, shyly; “Can you tell me about
our Father? What is he like?”
 
“He-” Draco couldn't do it, he couldn't dash Jewel's hopes of a kind, loving
father with the harsh reality that was Lucius Malfoy. “Do you hate me?” He
found himself asking, instead, surprising both of them.
 
“Hate you? Why would I hate you?” Jewel was bewildered.
 
“Because I never had to live on the street... I was raised wealthy... a noble
heir in all but title, and you...” He broke of.
 
“Oh... Draco, its not like that. I didn't come from a broken home.”
 
Draco was beyond surprised. “You... But...”
 
“I mean, sure I didn't grow up rich like you did, but I didn't starve either.
Things didn't go bad for me at home until I was thirteen, before that, we were
an average, middle class family. Happy, in our own way. My step-father was good
to me, kind and gentle, and ever since I can remember, he'd set aside every
third Saturday of the month for me, and I got to choose what we did- within
reason. We went bowling, took in movies, went to the zoo, museums, even weekend
fishing trips once or twice. His job kept him busy, but I still felt like he
loved me. Of course, he loved me as a boy, not as they girl I really am...” She
broke off, looking scared.
 
“Harry's already told me that you have a gender association disorder. That your
really my sister, not my brother.” Draco's tone was gentle, though inside he
was till trying to come to terms with the idea that his brother was a girl.
 
“Both my parents loved me, and each other. I had friends, parents who loved me,
what more could I want?” Then her face darkened. “My mother was a social
activist, among other things. A truly incredible woman, she would stand up and
advocate for anything and everyone. One day, when I was twelve, we were driving
home from a late show, when she saw a couple white guys ganging up on a black
girl, trying to force her to put out for them. She pulled the car over, and got
me to call the cops while she went over to talk to them... neither of us saw
the gun until it was too late...” Fighting back tears, she took a deep breath.
“She was shot in the head, and died instantly, while I watched helplessly,
still trying to tell the dispatcher our location.
 
“After the funeral, my step-father made an even bigger effort to bond with me.
And for the first year we were closer than ever... then he started drinking,
and bringing strange women home. I withdrew, hurt and confused, and we started
fighting. When he kicked me out, I was relieved, and had been thinking about
taking off anyway. Without my mom, things just weren't the same. But I never
imagined I'd end up selling my body on the streets...” She met Draco's eyes as
she lost the fight to not cry. “So what do I have to hate you for?”
 
“Nothing. You're right... you have no reason to hate me. Your the lucky one.”
 
“Lucky? How so?” Jewel wiped at her damp cheeks as she eyed her brother in
confusion.
 
“Our Father... is a hard man. Strict, stubborn, caring more for the family
image than his actual family. That's why your mother wanted to wait until you
were eighteen to tell you about him- to shield you from the hard truth that he
would never love you. How could he, when he never even loved me, the child he
actually helped raise?
 
“My mother... she was the only thing that made my childhood bearable, but even
then her affection was sporadic. More often than not, they would both ignore
me, and leave my tutors and nannies to raise me. So yeah, I had the money and
prestige, but you're the lucky one. You had love.”
 
“Did he hit you?”
 
“No... but he hit her. My mother tried to shield me from it, but I could tell.
My father beat her, maybe that's why she never had any affection for me,
because she had been made to not care though pain.”
 
“Is Harry your boyfriend?” Jewel quickly changed the subject. Draco nodded.
“How long have you two been a couple?”
 
“Only a day.” Draco blushed, but smiled at the same time. “This is still new-
he's only bi and noticed girls first, and I was never given the freedom to have
a boyfriend before now. I have no idea if this will last, but I hope it does.”
 
“Good.” Neither heard the footsteps approach from outside as Harry carried up
the heated soup for Jewel. “I was scared that I had ruined things for you.”
 
“Ruined things how?”
 
“By having-” Harry frantically pushed open the door, knowing what Jewel was
about to say, but he was seconds too late. “- sex with your boyfriend. Harry
and I had sex when we met- I hope you don't mind.”
 
Draco turned as the door opened, but Jewel's statement caught him blindside.
Seeing Harry's shocked, guilty expression, he felt his own turn hard. “Harry,
tell me it isn't true. Please, tell me you never had sex with my brother!”
***** 9 *****
Harry hesitated for a moment, then walked casually over to the bed to set the
bowl down on the table. “Eat this.” His words seemed to echo loudly in the room
as silence fell.
 
“How...? Why...?” Draco had a million questions to ask, but when he opened his
mouth that was all he could say.
 
“Draco I...” Harry had no idea what to say, or how much of what had happened
Jewel would want her brother to know. Then he made the biggest mistake of his
life; he looked away from Draco to silently ask Jewel what he should say.
 
The dam broke inside Draco and hot tears of rage and shame coursed down his
cheeks. “I hate you, Harry Potter!” Then he turned and ran from the room, not
stopping until he was outside. Distantly, he could hear Harry calling his name,
but he never looked back as he disapparated away.
 
 
“Draco, wait... DRACO!” Harry ran after his lover, as fear he had never known
before began pumping adrenaline through his veins. He was scared that if he let
the blond out of his sight he would never see him again. Giving chase all the
way down to the front door he ran out into the street and glanced around wildly
looking for any sign of his lover, but none were to be found. Cursing his luck
he knew that Draco had disapparated somewhere; and he had no clue where that
somewhere might be.
 
“Any sign of him?”
 
Harry shook his head. “Stay here in case he comes back; I'm going to look for
him.”
 
“I'm sorry, I thought... When he told me you'd mentioned the fact that I'm
transgender to him I thought that meant you'd told him everything and...” Jewel
bit her lip.
 
“It's not your fault- Draco did need to know about us. But I had been hoping
that I could wait a bit until things had calmed down and it was clear that
nothing further would happen before I told him.”
 
“I'm naive, aren't I? For believing that he would be fine with us having had
sex?”
 
“A little, yes. But it's a good thing; if you can still be naive that means
being on the street hasn't completely robbed you of your youth or innocence.”
Jewel smiled weakly and Harry grabbed his coat. Without any idea where to
begin, he apparated to Hermione's house to ask for her help.
 
 
Draco appeared in a silent wood close to Malfoy manor but not actually located
on the grounds. The wood was considered part of the closest muggle town, and
was rarely visited except by teenagers. When he was ten, Draco had built a fort
in a deep copse of trees, and this was what he now sought. He sought the same
refuge that had comforted him whenever he had been forced to flee the silent
halls of his home.
 
The fort was exactly where he remembered it being, though he had not come here
since refreshing the charms protecting it from unwanted attention a week before
starting his sixth year at Hogwarts. After fleeing with Snape, Lord Voldemort
had begun watching him like a hawk though his Death Eaters, and he had not
chanced returning since.
 
Now he climbed gratefully inside and lay down on the meager pile of old
blankets he had salvaged from his home, and hugged the musty pillow gratefully.
These same blankets that had once held him as he cried for his mother's hidden
pain, his parents silent fights, and his own internal screams now held him
tight as he cried out his pain at hearing Harry had fucked another. If Harry
had fucked Jewel, then who else had he fucked? Ron? Hermione? Had he been lying
about never having lain with Ginny? These thought circled through his mind.
 
Once he had calmed down some, he began questioning why he was so hurt. He
barely knew Harry; sure they had chemistry and were great in bed, so far
anyway, but that didn't explain why he felt like his heart was breaking.
 
“You love him...” The words were whispered without breath, carried by the still
wind. He sat up and glanced outside, but he was alone. Who had spoken? The
trees?
 
Yet the words comforted him, filled him with a peace he had never known.
Settling himself back down on the blankets, he thought about what the voice had
said. “Do I love him? I... I don't. As a friend, maybe but...” He spoke quietly
to himself. “I do care about him, more deeply than I had realized, and... I
want to love him, to fall in love with him and have him fall in love with me.”
Fresh tears flowed down his cheeks at this realization. Though it wasn't truly
love he felt, his feelings were still growing strong for the other boy.
 
Crying over the hopelessness of his situation he lay there as the sun began to
settle down into her night bed, and the moon rose, eventually falling into a
dreamless slumber.
 
When he woke, the moon was high in the sky. He knew then that he needed to go
back, and get the full story of what had happened.
 
Outside the fort, he prepared to return to Harry, then hesitated. Something
told him he wouldn't be returning here, and he found himself raising his new
wand without conscious thought.
 
“Incendio.” Turning his back on the burning fort, he felt freed from the chains
of the past, as though the fire was consuming his memories as well. Then he
left without a second thought.
 
Opening the door of the townhouse quietly he crept inside, then hesitated as he
heard raised voices from the kitchen.
 
“Harry, calm down, you're to collapse if you don't rest.” A female voice
(Hermione's?) was saying.
 
“But I have to find him! I can't...” The rest of Harry's words were downed out
by the sound of crying.
 
“Hermione's right, you can't help Draco if you wear yourself out.” Jewel
commented, sounding exhausted herself.
 
Harry had spent all this time searching for him? Guilt pulsed through him as he
walked calmly to the stairs leading down to the kitchen.
 
“He didn't try to go home, did he?” Jewel was asking, innocently as she didn't
know yet about his disownment.
 
“I hope not... I can't follow him to Malfoy Manor... It would be a death
sentence for both of us...”
 
“I didn't go home.” Draco's voice was soft, yet had the effect of a foghorn
drowning out a storm. As one, three heads turned to look at him.
 
“Draco!” Standing, Harry ran to him, but stopped short of actually touching
him.
 
“I... I'm sorry. We need to talk.”
 
Nodding, Harry moved past him and headed upstairs. Only Draco followed.
 
“Where were you? I've been looking everywhere for you!”
 
“I was somewhere no one knows about... a place I went to hide as a child when
the pain of what was going unspoken at home became too much for me.”
 
Harry nodded though he didn't really understand; no matter how bad things had
been with the Dursleys he had never once thought of running away.
 
“I won't run away again.” Draco promised, intending to leave for good if Harry
really was playing him false.
 
“I wasn't cheating on you, I'd never cheat. What happened between me and
Jewel... that was before you arrived here. We weren't a couple yet, and I had
no way of knowing that we would ever become one or that he was your brother....
No, your sister. I keep forgetting that he is a she.” Taking a deep breath, he
sat down and Draco gingerly sat down beside him.
 
Starting over at the beginning, he confided everything about his first meeting
with Jewel, only skimming over the actual sex act, mentioning what they'd done
without providing any details.
 
“You idiot! You're the reason he was attacked!”
 
“I know. Jewel told me it was the money I had given him... no, her, that had
gotten her stabbed.” Harry was shocked that it was that part of his story that
Draco had chosen to comment on first.
 
“And yet if you hadn't I never would have met him and he would still be living
on the street. I... I don't know if I can forgive you for this but...” He took
a breath and looked Harry straight in the eye. “I want to give this another
chance. I believe you, when you say that it was only Jewel and... I believe
you.”
 
Letting out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding, Harry hugged Draco
as tears of relief flowed unnoticed down his cheeks.
 
“I care about you.” “I only want to be with you.” Breaking apart they stared at
each other as they realized they had spoke at the same time.
 
Then they started laughing, holding each other laughing and crying at the same
time, not stopping until their lips met once more.
***** 10 *****
“Make love to me.” Draco whispered the words as Harry pulled back from the
kiss. “I need to know that you're mine. That this is real. Even if it doesn't
last, I need to know that it's real.”
 
Harry nodded, and pulled away from Draco. Then he surprised the blond by
lifting him into his arms. However, he soon found that Draco was heavier than
he'd expected; and at five foot nine it was awkward to hold him in his arms
like a bride, so he set the blond down again. Since he was only five foot five
he realized belatedly that it would make more sense for Draco to carry him
instead of the other way around.
 
“You're heavy!” He complained, laughing to cover up his embarrassment.
 
“No I'm not. You're just too short!” But Draco smiled and took it as a
compliment since he had only just gotten his weight back up to a healthy level.
 
“I guess this means... Hey, what are you doing?” He laughed as Draco proved his
earlier thought right by scooping him up in turn.
 
“So where to? Your room?” He began walking without waiting for an answer.
 
“Yeah. Unless you want to give Jewel and Hermione a show by having sex in the
hall?” He meant it as a joke, but he knew he said the wrong thing when Draco's
grip tightened painfully.
 
“Don't mention his name while we're in bed or talking about going to bed. I...
you're mine, exclusively. And I'm yours, exclusively. You'd better remember
that.” Draco's possessiveness scared and excited Harry at the same time, and he
laughed again, nervously.
 
“You're jealous.”
 
“Yes, I am. That a problem?”
 
“No. I just hope this doesn't mess up your chances of being friends with your
sister.”
 
“Oh... I hadn't thought about that.” Draco frowned, then shook his head. “I
don't want to think about that right now- I don't want to think about her at
all. I only want to think about you.” They kissed again, in the doorway to
Harry's bedroom. Then they were inside, and the door was closed firmly behind
them.
 
Laying Harry down on the bed, Draco climbed on top of him, and pinned him down
with a kiss. Without thought, Harry's arms wrapped around Draco's shoulders to
pull him closer. There was no space between their bodies, yet they were not
close enough.
 
“You're wearing too many clothes.” Draco growled in frustration at not being
able to feel Harry's skin against his own.
 
“So are you!” Harry shot back. Yet neither one moved, reluctant to lose the
contact they did have. “You'll have to move if you want me to undress.” Harry
whispered against Draco's lips after five more minutes of kissing.
 
Growling in frustration, Draco moved and shed his own clothing as fast as he
could, tossing each item helter skelter around room as it was torn from his
body.
 
Copying Draco, Harry also shed his clothes with reckless abandon, then pounced
on his lover the moment they were both naked.
 
“Don't ever run away like that again. Do you have any idea how scared I was? I
thought I might never see you again.” The words burst forth from Harry before
he could stop them.
 
“I'm sorry for... I'm done with running away. I've run too many times already;
from now on I'll face things head on instead of hiding from them.” Kissing
Harry tenderly, he lay down on his back and pulled the willing brunet on top of
him.
 
“I heard you calling my name, even as I fled. I heard you call for me, and... I
think that's why I came back. Because I knew that you wanted to explain
yourself, wanted me to give you a second chance. I could hear the fear in your
voice, and I'm sorry that I doubted you. It's just... It's hard for me to trust
anyone. I've never trusted anyone completely, I've always had to rely on only
myself to do anything; why do you think I got so stressed during our sixth year
while trying to fix that cabinet?”
 
At the mention of the cabinet, Harry's eyes went automatically to Draco's
forearm, even though nothing was there.
 
“No, I was never a Death Eater. In training to become one, yes. But you must be
seventeen and a legal adult to be Marked as a full Death Eater, so I was never
one officially. By the time I'd turned seventeen, Voldemort no longer trusted
me or my fathers loyalty, since I'd failed to... well you know. I know you were
there, hiding under your invisibility cloak. I don't know how I know, but I do.
I could... Sense you. It makes no sense, but...” He broke off, biting his lip.
 
“I was there.” Those three simple words held more meaning and understanding
than a thousand would have, and Draco instantly relaxed.
 
“Then you saw my worst moment, and... I'm glad of it. I'm glad that you saw me
fail to kill someone, that I'm not a murderer.”
 
“No, your not. And you're not alone. You can trust me, lean on me, whenever you
need to. I'll be there, wherever, whenever, however, why-ever you need me, I'll
be there. No matter what, you're not alone.”
 
“Harry... I... Thank you.” He hugged his lover tight, crying without shedding
any tears for almost a minute before pulling away again.
 
No more words were spoken as they moved together to initiate another slow,
tender kiss. Breaking apart, Draco rolled over onto his stomach the moment
Harry moved off of him, just knowing what he needed to do for Harry to prep
him.
 
Any fear he had felt that anal sex would hurt evaporated in the face of his new
found trust, and he was as relaxed as he could possibly be as a lubed finger
was pushed inside him. There was no pain, and the second and third fingers only
produced increasing discomfort; not until a fourth digit was added did he feel
any pain.
 
“Are you okay?” Draco started, convinced that he had hidden the fact that he'd
felt any pain, then realized that Harry had felt his muscles spasm.
 
“Yeah. That last finger hurt for a few seconds, but I'm fine.” The fingers were
removed, and Draco was about to protest when a mouth was pressed against his
ear.
 
“Roll over, I want to see your face as we make love.” Shivering as Harry's lips
brushed over the sensitive lobe with each word, Draco complied.
 
Legs were draped over shoulders, and Harry shifted until he was perfectly lined
up with Draco's virgin opening. Moving together, Harry slid inside Draco like
they were always meant to become one. Draco felt no pain at the entry, only
pleasure at finally becoming one with the boy he longed to be with.
 
Harry's thrusts were slow and sure, slowly kindling a fire within them both.
Though they both knew that a faster pace was required for mind-blowing
pleasure, neither made any attempt to speed up the pace. Tonight was for
proving that they cared about and desired one another; passion and pleasure
could wait for another day.
 
Time seemed to stop for them, as though the universe had shrunk to just the two
of them. Nothing else mattered but them, the cock in Draco's ass, and the ass
wrapped around Harry's cock.
 
Then Harry found Draco's prostate, quite by accident, causing the blond to
scream in pure pleasure. Clawing Harry's back, he silently begged for a repeat,
and Harry's angle changed until he could hit that spot over and over again
without increasing his pace.
 
Heat spread through Draco, radiating outward from that spot deep within him,
until he felt filled with a pleasure he had never known could exist.
 
When his orgasm hit, he welcomed it. Screaming wordlessly, he painted Harry's
skin with the evidence of his pleasure, and felt a reciprocating warmth fill
him as Harry's hit half a second later.
 
Neither spoke as they lay on the bed after. Only moving enough to clean
themselves up, they then lay entwined in the others arms, perfectly at peace
with the world, as sleep claimed them, freeing them from the exhaustion of
their day. If either dreamed, they did not remember it as they woke the next
morning at the same time to the sight of the others face.
***** 11 *****
“What do you want for breakfast?” Harry asked, smiling as he hunted through his
dresser for a clean pair of boxers.
 
“Pancakes.” The novelty of being able to choose what to eat for breakfast did
not keep Draco from being able to figure out what he was craving.
 
“Good choice, pancakes it is. How's your ass?” He leaned over the bed and
kissed Draco.
 
“Sore, but not unreasonably. Last night hurt less than I thought it would. Then
again, I was pretty relaxed when we started, and that helped.” Returning the
kiss, Draco pulled away before they could get lost in the kisses once more.
 
Returning to the dresser he finally found his last clean pair of boxers, and
resolved to ask Winky to do some laundry later. Pulling them on, he heard a
disappointed sigh.
 
“I can't walk around naked all day, can I?”
 
“I wish you could.”
 
“But then you wouldn't be the only one seeing my body. I don't even want
Hermione to see me, let alone anyone else.”
 
“Jewel's not allowed to see your body.” The venom in Draco's words surprised
both of them.
 
“I actually wanted to talk to you about him. I-” He broke off as Draco tackled
him jealously. “It's nothing like that. I just want your help with hooking him
up, finding him a boyfriend... finding her a boyfriend... Shit, this is
confusing. But, gender identity aside, that's all.”
 
“Oh.” Embarrassed, Draco pulled back far enough to allow Harry to stand up
again.
 
“I think it will help your jealousy if she is also in a happy relationship with
someone else. But it can't be just anyone; it has to be a man who will treasure
her. Your brother's... sister's... a wonderful, amazing person, and he... she
deserves someone who can see that and who knows what pronoun to use.”
 
“But who? I can't think of anyone whose not currently in this room who
recognizes that fact, both of them. I don't even know what to call him...
her... Oh, you know what I mean!”
 
“Yes I know what you mean, but I don't know who. That's where I need your
help.” Harry hoped that if he could get Draco even thinking about Jewel being
with another that it will help him not be so jealous as to wreck the fragile
relationship they were building as siblings.
 
“Wait, there is someone else. Hermione- too bad she's a girl.”
 
“That might not matter so much; has Jewel ever come out and told you he... she
only likes men?”
 
“I don't remember.”
 
“I can't either. So until we know for sure one way or the other, both sexes are
fair game. But Hermione is still out- no matter how much of a dick he can be,
she's still in love with Ron.”
 
Draco nodded, then unexpectedly he asked; “Do you think you can salvage your
friendship with him? I never meant to drive a wedge between you.”
 
“Yes, I think we can, but only if he makes the first move. I've done nothing
wrong, and anyway it's you he owes an apology to. I've fought with him twice
before; in fourth year during the Triwizard Cup, and while I was in hiding
during the war. Both times Ron was able to come to me and apologize first- the
first time because he wouldn't listen when I tried apologizing to him, and the
second because I couldn't risk my cover to find him. If the pattern holds, it's
only a matter now of when, not if he'll apologize for calling you a... you
know.”
 
“I really hope you're right. Now, lets go eat I'm starving.” They were both
finished dressing and left the room hand in hand to walk downstairs to eat in
the kitchen.
 
To Harry's surprise, Winky was levitating pancakes out of the pan and onto a
plate as they entered- she never did any cooking. Jewel was already eating-
munching strips of bacon Winky had cooked earlier to crispy perfection. Bowls
of fresh fruit and jugs of real maple syrup and whipped cream were arranged in
the center of the table.
 
“I understand now what Dobby was trying to tell me. That freedom is a blessing,
not a curse.” She was looking at Jewel as she spoke, and Harry understood. Her
change of heart was from learning of Jewel's experiences, since Jewel had been
free first rather than born a captive the way she had.
 
Harry didn't need to say anything as understanding passed between them unspoken
in the second she allowed their eyes to meet. Then she levitated the plate to
the table and the pan to the sink.
 
“Here.” Harry filled a plate with food and passed it to her. Surprised, she
took it gratefully, even though she still refused to sit with the rest of them
at the table.
 
“Oh, you got a letter.” Jewel passed a sealed envelope to Draco. “It was
delivered by an owl.” The clear awe on Jewel's voice made the two older boys
turn to look at her.
 
“Owls always deliver mail in our world. Didn't an owl deliver you an acceptance
letter to Hogwarts when you were eleven?” Draco didn't remember seeing Jewel at
school, but he'd figured that he had either not paid attention since Jewel
would have been a year behind him, or her parents had chosen to send her to
another school.
 
“What's Hogwarts?” Jewel shook his head, bewildered. “I've never even heard of
owls delivering mail before today.”
 
Draco dropped his fork in shock and the sound of metal hitting porcelain echoed
loudly though the sudden silence. “Then were did you go to school?”
 
“I attended the local public school until I ended up on the streets, then I got
expelled for falling asleep during a chemistry exam. Hogwarts is a school,
then?”
 
Was Jewel a squib? The thought that Jewel had never attended a magic school had
never entered his mind. And yet Jewel was clearly being dead serious; there was
no way the bewildered look in her eyes was fake. She had never heard of
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
 
“I want to take you to see a doctor, to make sure that you won't have any long
term health issues from living on the streets.” Harry smoothly changed the
subject; if they took him to St Mungo's a healer would be able to tell them if
Jewel was a witch or a squib. Though even Harry was confused- he had never
heard of anyone being both a half-blood and a squib; the magic side was always
dominant.
 
“Alright.” Jewel readily agreed.
 
In order to distract himself until they could put Harry's plan into action,
Draco opened the envelope without thinking. Reading the single line written on
the paper inside, he froze. Then he studied the envelope, and even sniffed it,
before rereading the note.
 
“What is it?” Worry thickened Harry's voice, and Draco turned towards him, the
spell broken.
 
“I think it's from my Mother. The envelope smells like roses- her scent of
choice.” There was nothing written on the outside of the envelope but his name
and he passed the note to Harry.
 
“If you want to know the truth meet me in the woods by the site of the fire at
midnight.” Harry read out loud. “That's it?”
 
“There's a small stretch of woods by Malfoy Manor that's owned by the nearby
muggle town. I had a fort hidden there until I burned it last night. That's
where I went after...” He broke off, not needing to finish the thought. “But I
didn't know anyone else knew about the fort. And what truth could she mean?”
Draco shook his head.
 
No one knew what to say, so the rest of the meal was spent in silence, until
Harry asked Jewel where Hermione was.
 
“She said she needed to go home. I think that she really just wanted to give
you two some privacy, though. I wish I had somewhere else to go too- I don't
care if you're having sex, but being able to hear how much my brother is
enjoying it is awkward.”
 
“You could hear us?” Draco was horrified.
 
“Yup. Maybe I should take the room on the first floor rather than one on the
second- that way I'll be far enough away to not hear the screams of pleasure.”
 
“Or we could just soundproof the room. I know some good spells for that, thanks
to Hermione.” Harry suggested reasonably.
 
“Spells? As in magic spells? Whats going on here? And is that how you healed my
side? Using magic?” Jewel didn't miss a thing, and immediately caught onto what
Harry was really saying.
 
“Yes, spells as in magic, and yes, I used a potent healing spell on your side
to heal you. The potion I had you drink was to replenish the blood you had
lost. Jewel, we're both wizards, Draco and I; and you should be one too, since
magic is hereditary. Or a witch, as the case may be. Even if your mother was a
muggle; that's someone born without magical powers; your father is a wizard,
and the magic side is dominant. We don't know what it means that you're only
hearing about this now. That's the other reason why I want you to be examined
by a doctor, or healer as we call them. To find out if...”
 
“If something's wrong with me is that what you're saying?” Jewel's voice was
high with barely contained hysteria.
 
“No, nothings wrong with you!” Draco jumped in trying to comfort his sister.
“Sometimes two muggles can have a child gifted with magic; Hermione's like
that, she's a witch but her parents have no magical talent. And the reverse can
also happen, when a witch and a wizard have a child unable to use magic. We
call them squibs, and while they're fairly rare they do exist. We think that's
what might have happened with you. If it is, then it's nothing to worry about.”
 
“Okay, I won't worry.” Jewel gave a weak smile that showed she was still
freaked out. Then she frowned. “But you didn't say what happens when a witch or
wizard and a muggle have a kid.”
 
“I've only ever heard of the child of a witch or a wizard and a muggle being a
witch or wizard, never one being a squib, but it could happen.” Harry was
trying to be optimistic, but a hint of worry crept into his voice.
 
“Yeah, it happens rarely but it does happen.” Draco hoped he wasn't lying as he
reassured Jewel yet again that whatever was happening, it was normal.
 
Jewel nodded, not trusting herself to speak, and Harry saw that she was
shaking. “What time do the main doors at St Mungo's open? I know the emergency
entrance is always open, but this isn't an emergency.”
 
They looked at each other, then at Jewel who was on the verge of
hyperventilating. As one they rose leaving their food half eaten and went to
get their coats after dressing Jewel in some of Draco's clothing.
 
 
“He's fine, I can find no sign of any damage from living on the streets. As a
whore, you say? If I hadn't heard that first I never would have believed it.
There are no signs he's ever come into contact with any sexual infections.” The
healer shook her head. “Of course it does happen, especially in cases like
this. Jewel is neither a squib nor a wizard; he's what the muggles would call a
psychic. It means that he has magic, but can only utilize the wandless variety,
which muggles view as psychic abilities. What all he can do is still unknown at
this point, but it is certain that he can make people see what he wants them to
see.”
 
A psychic? “Then he's healthy and... normal?”
 
“Oh yes. Well, this is a special case since children like him only occur once
in ever several thousand births, if that. Most never find out about the
wizarding world, and live their entire lives as muggles, so studies have proved
difficult to conduct. He's special, but in a good way.” Then she checked her
watch and excused herself to check on another patient.
 
“Isn't wandless magic the most difficult form to master?”
 
Draco nodded. “So that's whats going on.” He shook his head, not quite
understanding what the healer had said.
 
“Can we get out of here now? I hate hospitals.” Jewel asked from where she was
seated near the door of the examination room.
 
“Yes.” Harry knew the youth needed a distraction, and knew just the thing to
offer. “Lets go shopping; your brothers clothes may suit him, but they don't do
you justice. I'll buy you whatever you need.”
 
“Yeah, shopping sounds fun.” For the first time since they had sat down to eat,
Jewel shot them an easy smile.
 
Standing, she followed the older boys out of the room towards the main doors of
the hospital.
 
“Harry?” Turning, he saw Neville glancing between him and Draco in confusion.
“What are you doing with him?”
 
“It's com-” Harry began, but Draco cut him off.
 
“We came to have the healers look at Jewel.” Draco quickly introduced Jewel to
Neville, then he dropped the bomb. “Jewel is my younger half brother... No,
sister.”
 
“Half brother/sister? As in...?”
 
“As in my Father cannot keep it in his pants.” Smirking, he added; “I don't
care what he wishes anymore, I'll tell the truth to whomever I wish. No need to
keep it to yourself, either. I want the truth to come out; that my Father has
five children by three women. Me and Caelum, Jewel, and the twin girls.” Draco
lied smoothly about Caelum's heritage, unwilling to put his baby brother in
danger. “And Jewel is physically male, but identifies herself as female.”
 
As he was speaking, he reached out and grabbed Harry's hand, the only sign that
he was scared of being reprimanded. Neville did not miss the motion, and his
eyes lit with understanding as he glanced over at Harry, who nodded.
 
By this point Neville's grandmother was gesturing that it was time to go visit
his parents. But Draco stopped him. “I know that words aren't enough, but I'm
sorry for... for everything I did to you at school.” Then he let Neville hurry
off without waiting for a reply he knew wouldn't be coming just yet.
***** 12 *****
“Stop it! Stop calling me your 'brother'! I'm a girl!” The venom in Jewel's
voice brought everyone up short.
 
“I...” Draco thought back on what had happened that day, and realized Jewel was
right, that he hadn't made a big enough effort to refer to her as a female.
“I'm sorry. With everything else that's going on, I keep forgetting that you
prefer to be referred to as a female..” Draco apologized sincerely.
 
“No, not 'identify', or 'referred to as'! I AM female.” Jewel took a deep
breath to calm herself down, then continued. “I was wrong, when I called myself
transgender earlier; being transgender implied that my body is completely male,
and it's not. I'm a... I don't know what the magical term would be, but in the
muggle word for what I am is hermaphrodite. I just discovered that instead of
being male inside and out I'm only male externally. I have a prostate, but
instead of the other male glands I have one pair of ovary and Fallopian tube,
and a working uterus, all connected up properly. I am a meant to be a girl, a
young woman really, and that proves it. I asked the doctor to keep this quiet,
wanting to tell you myself. Though I did not mention to her that I've known I'm
a girl for years.”
 
Then, to everyone's surprise, she added; “Oh, I totally support the mini-war
you want to wage against our father. He deserves it, casting his 'true' son out
and turning his back on his daughters. Oh yeah, I have your back. Only... why
did you lie about Caelum's parentage?”
 
“He's not even a month old! If I singled him out too, then... No I can't risk
his life just to get back at Father for what we went through.”
 
“Oh.” Understanding lit Jewel's eyes from within. “You love him.”
 
“Yes, as I love you, and the twins to a lesser extent. And I'm sure all it
would take for me to love them like I love my brothers- no, brother and other
sister- would be to actually talk to them for five minutes. I don't even know
their names though so....” He broke off, pain clear in his eyes. Jewel noted
the slip up, but since Draco had corrected himself she chose not to comment on
it. Plus, he genuinely regretted how little he knew about his younger twin
sisters, and Jewel could see pain in his eyes when he spoke of them.
 
Instead, she asked; “How can you love me so when I'm the product of Father's
infidelity?”
 
“Because...” Draco turned his face away for a long moment. “Because I found out
about you when I was five, a couple weeks after the Twins were born, and at the
same time I found out about them. When things got bad for me, I'd imagine you
were there with me. Of course, I always pictured you as a boy. Actually, the
real you is nothing like how I'd pictured you back then, but I love her more
than I ever loved him. You were my solace, even if it was only in my head; how
could I not love you?” The female pronoun felt weird on Draco's tongue after
picturing a strong brother all those long years, but he forced himself to use
it nonetheless. If Jewel said she was female, despite her anatomy, then she was
female, and there was nothing he could say or do to change that fact.
 
An awkward silence fell, but was broken by Harry. “Wait, what did you mean when
you said you have a working uterus?”
 
“I mean all I need is a vagina and I'll be able to carry a child to term. I
menstruate already, everything works for me as a woman, but not so much as a
man since I'm missing vital glands. I produce sperm, and can ejaculate, but my
semen isn't right for keeping the swimmers alive long enough to impregnate a
woman.” Seeing Harry's confused look, she added; “My body simply reabsorbs the
fluid each month since it has no where else to go.”
 
“Enough about this for now; what do you want to shop for first? Clothes?
Perfume? Make-up?”
 
“Clothing first, I can live without make-up or cute shoes, but I can't keep
borrowing your clothes. Not if I want to be taken seriously as a young woman.”
 
 
It was almost dark before they got back to Grimmauld Place with the shopping.
Jewel had surprisingly restrained herself to the bare essentials, despite Harry
telling her repeatedly that money was not an issue. And what she had told
earlier proved true; left to her own devices she favored cute clothing that
attracted the eye to her in general, rather than sexy clothes that drew
attention to her chest or ass.
 
All she had wanted for makeup was a multipurpose eye shadow and blush compact,
and a tube each of lip gloss and mascara. Arguing that she didn't need
foundation or concealer at her age, she refused to even look at those.
 
The only real splurge was the pair of low heeled thigh-high black leather boots
she had wanted for job-hunting. Now that she had support and a safe place to
sleep she wanted to start looking for a real job the very next day.
 
Then there was the perfume Harry had insisted upon. When Jewel had refused to
even look at perfume Harry had doubled back to the store and gotten her the
classiest scent he could find- Chanel No. 5. When in doubt, stick with the
classics. She had sent him a scathing look when she realized what he had done,
but accepted it without making a scene. The secret joy her face had barely
hidden made Harry realize that she did want expensive clothes and perfumes, but
wanted to buy them with her own money rather than have a man buy them for her.
 
“Do you want us to go with you?” Jewel asked her brother after changing into a
cute new sky blue dress that covered her modestly from her shoulders to just
above her knees.
 
“Come with me where?” With a start, Draco remembered the note. “I want Harry
with me, but are you sure you want to come? If my Mother really did send it...”
He didn't know how to finish the sentence.
 
“Yes, I'm sure. You've been loyal to me ever since you found me, sticking by my
side no matter what. It's the least I can do to repay you for that by coming
with you to face her.”
 
“Jewel...” Hugging his sister tightly, he allowed his fear at what the truth
his mother could be referring to melt away. “Thank you.”
 
They had a quick dinner, then separated with plans to met up in the sitting
room at quarter to twelve, making sure that everything was set for them to meet
with Narcissa Malfoy.
 
 
“Are you sure that you want to do this?” Jewel whispered as they stood on the
edge of the clearing that had so recently been the copse of trees hiding
Draco's fort. A woman was standing in the center of the clearing, hooded and
cloaked, clutching a bundle to her chest.
 
Now that he was here, fear gripped Draco. Though he knew he had to face her,
the fear of what she might have to say almost send him running; until a high
pitched cry sounded from the bundle of blankets she held.
 
“Caelum?” Breaking his cover he rushed over to her.
 
“Yes, I thought you might want to see him again.” The voice was definitely his
Mothers, and a moment later her hood was pushed back so she could see her son
properly. “Here.” She handed the baby boy to him.
 
Instantly, the crying stopped, and the baby gazed happily up at his brother. “I
know that you're scared of what I have to say but the truth is only this; that
I love you. I've loved you since the moment I first felt you quicken in my
womb, and if that love has changed since, it was only to grow stronger.”
 
“Mother...” Glancing up, he broke off as he saw her face. One of her eyes was
swollen shut, and bruises covered both her cheeks.
 
“I wanted to spoil you, shower you with love and affection, but he wouldn't
allow it. Every time I tried to show you my love, he would punish me for it.
And now I just hope its not too late.”
 
Harry and Jewel had both hung back, but now they approached Draco's side, and
Jewel took Caelum from Draco.
 
“You... your name is Jared, correct?”
 
“Not anymore, I go by Jewel now.”
 
“Jewel... I see. You look so much like your mother, a woman I never met and
could only resent for seducing my husband. But now... I'm glad we chose not to
take you in, as you were raised free from his poison.” Now that both her arms,
and Draco's, were free she pulled her eldest son towards her for a hug.
 
“Mother...” Draco found himself crying, as he was held tenderly by the woman
who had protected him for all those years. “I love you.”
 
“I need you to do something for me. I need you to take Caelum and not ask any
questions as to why. All I can say now is that I won't raise another child with
that man; I won't make the same mistake twice. He has a bright future ahead of
him, why taint it with his Fathers lies and treachery?”
 
“Take Caelum? I'm eighteen, Mother. You can't expect me to know how to raise a
child!” But there was no panic in Draco's voice, only confusion.
 
“Oh, but I do. You have something within your heart that your father does not;
love. Hold onto that love and you will be ten times the man, and one hundred
times the father, that Lucius ever was.” It was then that she turned to Harry.
 
“Take care of my son, both of them. I may not have birthed Caelum, but he has
become as dear to me as the child I did birth.” The hand she rested on Harry's
shoulder was gentle, and understanding passed between them.
 
“Then you don't agree with Father?” Draco could not hold the question back any
longer.
 
“About disowning you? No. I've known that you prefer men since you were twelve.
If he failed to see what I saw, it was his own fault. You are my son, now and
always. Nothing will ever change that.” Then she turned to leave.
 
“Won't he miss Caelum?” Narcissa looked at her son with tears veiling her eyes,
and slowly shook her head. Then she lifted the hood; and was gone,
disapparating away.
 
Harry spied a bag resting against a nearby tree, and grabbed it, opening it up
to find diapers and formula for Caelum, as well as a potion he didn't
recognize.
 
“That potion is used to induce lactation.” Draco looked at Jewel. “Do you want
to try? Nursing Caelum, I mean, since your the only woman here.”
 
Jewel nodded. “Yes, I'd do anything for this sweet boy.” Then they left the
clearing, returning home to Grimmauld place, never to return.
***** 13 *****
The next morning, Harry woke to something hot and wet engulfing his cock.
Opening his eyes, he found himself looking down at Draco just as the older boy
sucked Harry's remaining length into his mouth.
 
“What are you... Oh God Draco!” Harry yelped as the blond pulled his head back
while sucking hard on Harry's length. It felt amazing, and if Harry had any
desire to resist, it evaporated instantly. Feathering his fingers through
Draco's soft, sleep tousled hair, he forced the blonds head back down again,
making it clear he wasn't to let go.
 
And he didn't. Breathing shallowly through his nose, Draco easily swallowed the
length back down, and began bobbing his head as rhythmically as he could.
 
Maybe it was because he was still half asleep, or maybe Draco was just a
natural, but Harry only lasted about thirty seconds before spraying hot cum
down his lovers throat. Swallowing the load down, Draco gave the tip one last
kiss then fluidly moved up the bed to lay his body over his lovers.
 
“Morning.”
 
“Morning. That was a nice way to wake up.” Harry smiled up at him sleepily.
 
“I've wanted to try that for a while now.” Draco leaned down and lazily kissed
the brunet.
 
“Giving oral sex?” Harry asked, as they broke apart.
 
“Waking you up with a blow job. You looked so peaceful just now that I couldn't
resist.” Another lazy kiss tangled their tongues together, then; “Do you trust
me?”
 
Harry pulled back, startled. “Of course I trust you.”
 
“Good.” Harry had only a moment to wonder what Draco's mischievous smile meant
before his eyes were covered by the blindfold.
 
“What the... I thought this was for... DRACO!” Harry yelped again in surprise
as his hands were pulled over his head and something that felt suspiciously
like the pair of handcuffs he had bought was snapped around his wrists.
 
There was a long pause, as though Draco was determining whether or not he
should stop, then his weight settled over Harry's hips. Giving his lover no
time to wonder what he was doing, he shifted his weight forward and up in one
motion, then lowered himself onto Harry's still erect cock.
 
It was both ecstasy and agony for Harry. Part of him loved the feel of being
ridden, but at the same time, his bound hands frustrated him as he couldn't
fulfill the urge to touch Draco's sex dampened skin.
 
“Faster, please, please, move faster...”
 
Just as the slow pace Draco had set was driving him insane, Draco complied and
increased his pace to one that worked for both of them. The room filled with
the sounds of flesh hitting flesh, and metal rattling against wood as Harry
strained against the handcuffs.
 
Draco's hands dug into Harry's sides, where they had been place to brace him,
but Harry didn't feel the pain. The pleasure radiating from the warmth
caressing his cock overrode all other sensations, and he screamed a litany of
just Draco's name, when he was able to even say that much. And despite his
frustration at being able to neither see nor touch Draco, he found himself
holding back, not wanting this to ever end. That the boy he cared deeply for
could hold such power over him, and he over him, awed him beyond words, and he
fought until the pleasure was overwhelming before giving in to his impeding
orgasm. The warmth of his seed filled Draco, and seconds later an answering
warmth splashed over his stomach.
 
Collapsing bonelessly on the bed, he almost failed to notice as both handcuffs
and blindfold were removed once more, until he found his arms wrapped tightly
around the blond.
 
“Are you okay? I didn't prep you...”
 
“I've been up for a while, so I prepped myself. All I want right now is you,
nothing else should matter.”
 
“Draco...” Slowly, the memory of the night before returned to him, and his arms
tightened. “I wonder what she was plans to do?”
 
With a growl, Draco silenced him. “Can we please not talk about my mother while
were naked and cum drenched in bed together?” But his voice held undercurrents
of worry, and Harry understood that what had just happened had happened because
Draco had desperately needed a distraction.
 
“Okay, lets talk about us then. As amazing as that was...”
 
“You want more than great sex? I know, so do I.” Draco finished for him.
 
“What do you mean, great sex? Don't sell yourself short like that. You know as
well as I do that 'great' doesn't do it justice.”
 
Laughing, they resumed kissing now that they could reach again, as their height
difference made it awkward to kiss while having sex, especially when doing it
cowgirl style. They were still kissing when Caelum began screaming.
 
“Let Jewel see to him. There's something I want to ask you while your in a good
mood.”
 
“Yes, we can have sex again as soon as you're ready.” Harry replied preempting
Draco.
 
“Good to know, but that's not what I wanted to ask. I've been thinking about
this and... if it comes to it, I want to adopt Caelum with you.”
 
Harry was speechless- not because Draco wanted to adopt his brother, but
because he would bring up such a major decision out of the blue.
 
“Don't answer me right away, take all the time you need to think about it. I
know this is a huge decision, and...” He broke off, glancing away. “I'm just
hoping now that you can see a future with me, because I don't know what I'll do
if you're not in mine.” He finished, shyly.
 
Harry was still searching for something to say when his stomach reminded him
about breakfast. “Are you hungry?” He asked just to break the silence.
 
“Famished. I never knew that sex could work up such an appetite.” Draco slipped
out of bed to begin hunting up clean clothing. “I hope my things get sent over
today or else I'll run out of clean clothes to wear and be forced to do laundry
in the nude.”
 
A sudden impulse to bend Draco over the washer rose up in Harry. “I wouldn't
mind that at all.”
 
“Jewel might object to seeing her brother naked though.” Draco commented
casually.
 
“It still sounds so weird to think of or call Jewel 'she' or 'her'. She has a
dick, and though I never touched it I have seen it...” He was cut off by the
sound of Draco's bag thumping against the floor as it was dropped.
 
“You never... but I thought you had sex with her?”
 
“Yes, but I never really touched him... her... Oh fuck it! I don't know what to
call Jewel while he calls herself female yet has male equipment.” Harry flopped
back down, and took a deep breath. Then; “Why didn't she get changed while at
St Mungo's? I know that they could do it for her.”
 
“That you'll have to ask her yourself.” Draco sat down beside Harry on the bed.
“What all did you do with her that day?”
 
Surprised, Harry spoke without thinking about what he was saying. “Not much,
she blew me, then rode me, but I hardly touched her at all. She rode me like
this.” Pushing Draco back against the headboard, he then spun around and sat
down on Draco's lap, mimicking the position he had used with Jewel, only in
reverse.
 
“Oh...” Draco took the opportunity to cup Harry's ass and spread his cheeks.
But as soon as he'd touched the hidden pucker, Harry was gone.
 
“I know that I should be curious but... Draco I...” Harry looked down, unable
to explain why he had pulled away.
 
“You're scared.” Draco saw that clear as day in Harry's emerald eyes, even
though he couldn't see much of them at that moment. “You're not ready for that,
so you're scared. It's okay, you don't have to bottom for me, I'm perfectly
happy keeping that position. Some men are never ready to bottom, gay or
straight, and I don't have much desire to be on top anyway.”
 
“You really mean that? You don't want to feel your cock get hugged tight by my
ass?”
 
“Sure I want to, if you want me to. But I'm happy with the way things are now,
and nothing will change that. If you're ever ready to bottom, let me know, but
otherwise, if your pucker is off-limits, just say so and I won't go there.” His
mouth sealed tenderly over Harry's almost before he was finished speaking. When
he pulled away again, he was smiling. “Lets go eat something, then I need to go
turn in those applications at Diagon Alley.”
 
“Okay.” Without another word, they both got dressed and headed downstairs to
find breakfast on the table and Jewel sitting nearby holding Caelum. Her shirt
was unbuttoned to reveal a perfectly flat chest, and she was frowning.
 
“He won't suck. The potion worked, but he won't suck. Is it because I don't
have breasts yet?” The worry in her voice was bordering on panic.
 
“Maybe he doesn't know that you're offering breakfast. Here, let me...” Harry
reached over and squeezed Jewel's nipple gently, causing a bead of milk to
appear. Rubbing the milk over the bud, he pulled back again. “Now try.”
 
“I don't think...” She broke off, her eyes going wide. “He's... Oh my God...
he's...” The sudden feel of Caelum's tiny mouth latching onto her nipple
rendered her speechless.
 
“Suckling?” Jewel nodded. “I thought so. He couldn't tell that you had milk,
until he could smell it.”
 
“Thank you.” Jewel looked over with tears in her eyes, awed that the solution
to her problem would prove so simple.
 
“Why didn't you have the healers change you into a woman while you were at St
Mungo's?” He asked almost idly, while buttering a piece of toast.
 
“It costs a fortune, even in the wizarding world. There's no way I'm putting
myself in debt for years just to become truly female. I'll get a good job, save
up, then...”
 
“You have a job already.”
 
“What, whoring? You rea-”
 
“No. Being a wet-nurse. Caelum needs you to be his dairy farm, and I can write
up a contract if you'd like and I'll pay you for being nurse and nanny to him.”
 
“You'll pay me for just helping out? I... okay. Okay, yes I think that's
reasonable.” The relief on her face made everyone laugh, and it was while they
were laughing that an owl swooped in through the window to deliver the Daily
Prophet.
 
Draco reached for it first, read the main page headline, and screamed.
***** 14 *****
Harry moved faster than he had ever moved before, catching Draco as he
crumpled, and picking up the fallen paper. Why Draco had screamed became
instantly clear when he saw the photo. Hugging Draco tight, he read:
 
“Murder/Suicide Shocks Community
 
“Early this morning the bodies of Lucius Malfoy (44) and Narcissa Malfoy (43)
were found in their bedroom by... Narcissa killed her husband before turning
her wand on herself... no sign of a struggle... their infant son Caelum missing
from his cradle... older son, Draco Malfoy (18) also missing... any information
about the whereabouts of... please contact...”
 
Only scattered sentences registered in his brain.
 
“Shit... She didn't... Draco.” He dropped the paper and clutched the sobbing
blond to his chest as tightly as he could.
 
They stayed like that for a long while, as Jewel finished feeding Caelum,
burped him, and settled him back down for a nap. Then she threw her arms around
both of them.
 
“...broke my leg...” Draco's voice was muffled because his face was pressed to
Harry's chest.
 
“What was that?”
 
Lifting his head weakly, he started over. “When I was five I broke my leg
learning to ride a horse. I tried to jump a fence, but the horse stopped short
instead, and reared. I slid off backwards; which was lucky because if I'd gone
forward I would have likely broken my neck instead. Anyway, my leg got caught
under me, and it snapped. My Father just walked away, muttering about
incompetent tutors, and ordering the man tutoring me in horseback riding to
heal me and get me back on the horse. But he didn't know how to heal bone.
 
“My Mother saw all this and scooped me up, taking me to the hospital.
Afterwards she kept gushing about how brave a boy I was, how I hadn't cried
once even when my leg was straightened out, and she treated me to ice cream
after as a reward for being brave. Father was furious when we got home, sending
me to my room for the rest of the day, and I didn't see Mother again until the
next day, and even then she avoided me, trying to keep me from seeing the
bruises.
 
“I never did thank her for... and now...” The rest of his words were lost in a
fresh wave of tears. Ignoring how soaked his shirt was getting, Harry only
wished that he could hug away all the pain his boyfriend was feeling, and was
unaware until Jewel wiped wetness off his face that he had started crying as
well.
 
 
“Why did she have to kill herself too? I understand killing Lucius, your father
but...” Harry shook his head. They had eventually made it back upstairs, their
appetites gone, and were laying entwined and fully dressed on Harry's bed.
 
“For me...”
 
“That makes no sense.”
 
“Yes, it does. She killed Father to keep Caelum safe... and killed herself to
save me the pain of seeing her go on trial for murder. Or maybe she just wanted
to die...” Draco's voice was hoarse from crying for so long, but his eyes were
dry. He had no more tears left in him, though his shoulders still shook with
dry sobs.
 
“I see. No, you're right, that does make sense.” Though he thought such an
explanation to be both twisted and sick, he had to agree that it made sense.
“We need to go to the Ministry. The article listed both you and Caelum as
missing, so we should report that you were with me the whole time. And testify
that we had no idea what she was planning after handing over Caelum to us, as
well as to file for adopting him.”
 
Draco sat up. “I thought you were freaked out by the idea of being a father so
young.”
 
“I am. But I'm also serious about you, and he's now an orphan. If we don't move
fast, we might lose him forever. You can take primary custody, that's fine with
me. He's your brother, so he should go with you if we end up splitting.
Besides, I know what it is like to be orphaned young.”
 
“Don't talk like that, not now. We'll apply for joint custody.” Draco shot back
in a tone that allowed for no argument. Secretly though, he agreed with Harry's
reasoning that he would make a good father since he could relate to Caelum on
such a personal level.
 
A couple hours later they found themselves, along with Jewel and Caelum, in the
cubical office of a very tired auror named William Ogden. He and his partner
had drawn the assignment of investigating the deaths of Lucius and Narcissa,
and he had been up for hours working the investigation.
 
“So let me get this straight; she just handed you the baby and walked away, not
saying a word about how she planned to kill your father or herself?”
 
“No, she never said a word. I told you, and told you... I'll take Veritaserum
if you don't believe me.” Grief was bring out the worst in Draco, and only
Harry's presence was keeping him from lunging across the desk at the auror
looking at them skeptically. Then again, Ogden was also looking more at their
linked hands than at their faces. “Or else let us talk to someone who isn't a
homophobe.”
 
Ogden started. “I'm not...” But what he'd been about to say was lost as his
partner entered the office.
 
“Their story checks out. I found the clearing the way they'd said, and the
shadow readings tell the rest. They're telling the truth, as far as I can
tell.” James Cresswell was younger than his partner, and gave vibes of not only
being cool with homosexuality, but perhaps even being bi-curious himself. Only
the wedding band on his left ring finger indicated that he liked women as well.
 
“What do you plan to do with the baby? Putting him up for adoption...”
Cresswell began, speaking gently.
 
“No, we're not giving him up. We'll adopt him ourselves.” Draco hastily cut in.
 
“You want to adopt him?” Cresswell's eyes were wide with surprise, but he
didn't seem against the idea. “You're barely out of childhood yourself, and yet
you want to raise a baby?” He paused as though considering this, then shrugged.
“Fine by me. You're still his remaining family, and I think it best when
families stick together. I'll just go grab the paperwork to start the process.
No guarantees it'll be accepted though.” Cresswell paused a moment longer to
see if Ogden would object, then headed out again.
 
“Now you see here I ain't against-” The rest of his words were drowned out by
sudden crying from Caelum, and Jewel had to excuse herself to go feed him yet
again. He was proving to have a very healthy appetite, much to her annoyance at
having to drop everything and feed him every two hours. She was glad she was
getting paid to be his wet nurse; there was no way she would have been able to
keep him well fed while job hunting, let alone working a corporate job.
 
“Alright, now you just need to fill in your names here, ages, birth-dates, and
so on, then sign here, here and here, and initial there, and...” It took close
to an hour to fill in all the forms properly and get them filled awaiting
approval.
 
 
“Do you think we have a real chance at being approved to adopt Caelum?” Harry
asked Draco that night as they were having an after dinner cuddle in front of
the fire, exhausted from their long day.
 
After leaving the Ministry, Draco had become restless, and they had spent
several hours in Diagon Alley as Draco first dropped off the completed
application forms, then just wandered around to blow off steam.
 
Draco only shrugged. “I dunno. If we lose him... well, at least we tried,
right?” Only the sadness underscoring his voice suggested that he didn't want
to lose Caelum.
 
Just then, Jewel poked her head in. “Can you guys watch Caelum for a bit? I
need a night off; raising a baby is harder than it looks.”
 
“Sure. Don't overwork yourself.” She handed them several bottles of breast milk
and enough diapers to last until morning, then went back upstairs. Once she was
certain no one was listening, she snuck down again and slipped outside. Though
she felt bad about lying to her brother, she had to go face him again. Since
she was heading back to hell, she knew Draco would try and stop her.
 
As long as Dino was alive she knew she was in danger, but that was not her main
reason for going to see him.
 
She was going back to take revenge upon Dino for ruining her life.
***** 15 *****
The knife she had stolen from Harry's kitchen and hidden under her coat felt
cold and heavy in her hand as she approached the foot of the bed. Dino was
sleeping with his six foot frame encased in teen flesh. She recognized neither
of the boys lying naked next to him, and felt sick when she realized that the
younger one could not be any older than thirteen. Neither of the boys were
whores though; she had been one of the rare few to still get fucked by Dino
after graduating to the streets. These boys were still in training to become
whores.
 
They both woke as she touched them, gesturing for them to leave. Somehow, they
both left without waking Dino- for a pimp, he slept deeply. Once she had found
him attractive; though he was on the older side of forty, his body was toned
and youthful, his hair still solid black without even a hint of grey, and his
face was unlined.
 
As she stood there, the memory of the first time she had ever met the man ran
through her mind.
 
 
“Um... Excuse me. I'm here about the add about the job for attractive young
men?” Assuming it was a modelling gig Jewel had decided to apply as soon as she
had seen the add. Since her body was male, she decided that she could swallow
her pride and work as a man until she had enough saved up for a sex-change
operation.
 
“Up the stairs, second door on your left.” The receptionist didn't even glance
over at Jewel as she spoke, picking up the ringing phone before she was
finished.
 
Little did she know then that the posh office she entered was just a front for
a sex-trafficking operation. Had she known, she would have turned around and
left again. As it was, she allowed herself to be ushered into the inner
sanctum.
 
“A Mr. Jared Whitley is here to see you about the job posting, Mr. Dino.” The
young man posing as secretary bowed then left them alone.
 
“You're male?” Dino's eyebrow rose as she sat down, smoothing her skirt across
her thighs.
 
“Yes, I am physically male, though I identify as female. Will that be an
issue?”
 
“No, no, so long as your body is male.” He rose, and circled around her.
 
“You live with family?”
 
“No, I am currently homeless, my father couldn't care less what happens to me.
I was staying with a friend, but now I'm lucky to get a bed in a shelter.” He
nodded as though pleased, and she did not realize the horrible mistake she had
made in confessing this until much later.
 
“I'm afraid you will have to prove that you are male though, before the
interview can continue.” He added a few moments later.
 
Shrugging, she reached into her bag for her ID card, but was stopped. “No, I
mean I need you to show me.”
 
“Show you...?” Her brow wrinkled in momentary confusion, then she gasped. “No,
I will not show you... What is this? Isn't this a model agency?”
 
“We have some models, but we are not exclusively a model agency. We also
scout... talent.” Then, before she could do more than feel threatened, his hand
was up under her skirt, groping her boy bits. “Ah, yes, you are male as you
say. Nice, very nice.” His eyes roved over her body. “Yes, I can sell you,
easily.”
 
“S-sell me? What do you mean, sell?” She didn't notice the man standing behind
her until after the chloroformed rag was thrust roughly over her nose and
mouth.
 
When she woke, she was tied naked to a bed. The room was more luxurious than
she could ever have imagined, and the bedspread was made of the finest silk, as
were the sheets, but at that moment she couldn't have cared less about her
surroundings. All she cared about was that she was tied to a strangers bed.
 
Dino entered her range of vision seconds later. “Ah, I see that you're awake.
You have a lovely body, has anyone ever told you that?” He got a reply in the
form of a gob of spit that fell short of him, landing instead on Jewel's
stomach.
 
“And you have spunk. I like that too.” Snapping his fingers, two young men
grabbed her legs and roughly held them apart as Dino unzipped his pants.
Realizing too late what was about to happen she struggled in vain as he raped
her.
 
Afterwards she lay limp on the bed, crying, while he gazed over her once again
in approval. “Yes, you are the boy I have been looking for.” Taking a camera,
he then snapped several photos of her lying there naked and exposed, and nodded
once more.
 
“Please prepare him for the initiation. Remember, pretty boy, if you resist or
try to run you will be killed, regardless of your beauty.” She realized
immediately that she was not being threatened, oh no, he had every intent to
follow through with the promise. She nodded quickly, not wanting to anger him.
 
“Untie him and get him dressed. I'll be expecting you at the party in one
hour.”
 
Party? But she couldn't ask as the boys apologetically readied her. The dress
she was made to wear barely constituted clothing- the skirt only covered her
sides but left her cock and ass exposed, and there were cut outs for her
nipples.
 
The party she was made to attend lasted only two hours, but it felt like days.
She lost count of the number of men who raped her, and the other boys present.
It was then that she realized belatedly that the job wasn't for models.
 
Dino had been looking for boys he could sell on the streets. Rent boys. Male
prostitutes. And she had ended up in his brothel. A brothel which could have
been anywhere in the world- she never saw the outside, and was kept unconscious
while being transported to and from its secret location. She couldn't even
guess at where she was by her clients, since there was always a multiracial mix
of people, mostly male but females clients were not an uncommon sight, in the
club. The whores were all male, though many of them were made to dress like
girls, like she did.
 
Though he visited her weekly, to rape her and check in on her status, Dino
didn't release her from the brothel to work the streets for almost a year,
until she had passed her seventeenth birthday. The regulars were beginning to
lose interest, and she was getting too old to appeal to the pedophiles. For
that's what the brothel was; a house for teen-aged boys being sold to
pedophiles. The only reason she survived was because there were rules regarding
how many clients each whore could service during every twenty four hour block,
depending on length of the sessions, age of the whore, and stamina of the
whore. Whenever they thought a whore was reaching their limits, the boy was
pulled from the floor, to be poised in cages where the clients could look but
not touch. They were allowed a maximum of six hours a day for sleep, and three
meals when they could get them, on a rotating basis, otherwise they were in the
club. The club was open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Only the
bouncers, bartenders, and cleaning staff were treated like employees; the
whores were treated like property.
 
The street was better, once she graduated to it. She may have still been a
hooker, but at least now she was outside, feeling the warmth of the sun on her
skin, and breathing fresh air. After entering that office, she hadn't seen the
light of the sun again until she began working the streets. And somehow, during
that time, she began to enjoy her work, and even Dino's nightly affections
began to be pleasurable rather than painful, leaving her longing more and more
for his touch.
 
Though she didn't know it, she was beginning to develop Stockholm Syndrome and
fall in love with her captor.
 
Then she had met Harry after working the street for three months, and the spell
Dino was weaving over her had shattered. She realized that she was more than a
body to be beaten, fucked, and left for dead; that instead she was a smart
young woman with talents she could use to better the world, even if only a
little, one person she met at a time.
 
But first she had to exorcise her demons. First, Dino had to die.
 
 
Shaking herself out of her thoughts, she approached the head of the bed on
silent feet until she was level with his sleeping face.
 
“Whose scary now?” She asked, eerily calm, as she shoved the knife up under his
chin.
 
“Jewel? What... Put that knife down. Whatever it is, we can talk about this
calmly...”
 
“Talk about what? How you lied to me and made me believe that I was worthless?
How you raped me? Tried to kill me? If Crystal hadn't been there I would be
dead right now and buried in an unmarked grave, if I was lucky enough for even
that.” She shoved the knife higher, drawing a drop of blood where the tip
pierced his skin.
 
“Wait... This is all... Put the knife down for goodness sake...” He lost his
cockiness as he sensed that she had snapped, that he had turned the sweet youth
into a cold blooded killer. “Don't do it, Jewel. You will never amount to
anything if the cops trace that blade back to you.”
 
“They won't, for you see, I won't be using the knife.”
 
“You... won't?”
 
“No. I'll use fire.” She placed her hand on his chest, directly over his heart,
and summoned the hottest pyro-kinetic flame she could muster. Then she walked
away, deaf to his screams as his bedding caught fire and he was eaten alive by
the hungry flames. The walls were cement since his bedroom was over the so
called dormitory she had lived in so recently, so she wasn't worried about the
other boys being hurt by the flames.
 
She was almost out the door when a hand landed on her shoulder.
 
Spinning around she raised the knife high as Crystal let go and raised his
hands high. “Stop, it's only me!”
 
Letting the knife drop to her side, she gazed at him, glad that he was still
alive. “Crystal... round up everyone you can find and get them out of here. I
set Dino on fire- the cops will be here soon, alerted by the smoke. If you
don't want to be arrested for selling sex, you'd better go now.” The ice had
left her voice, and her words were warm as she pleaded with him to save himself
and the other boys.
 
“You...” Suddenly he burst out laughing. “You actually did it. What we've all
dreamed of for so long. You killed the fucker. I knew I saved you for a reason.
But should you be....”
 
She raised her shirt to show her unmarked side, and he stopped talking in
shock. “How...”
 
“There's no time to explain, get out of here.”
 
“No, not without you. I love you. I've loved you ever since I first saw you
working that street corner three months ago and took you under my wing.” Then,
for the first time since they had first met, Crystal was kissing her.
 
The rush of murder shifted easily to sexual energy, and she allowed him to spin
her around again and pin her to a wall, and she relax as she heard him unzip
his pants. Crying out in pleasure as he entered her, she tried to lose herself
in the rhythm of sex, not caring that they were doing this where any of the
other boys could see them. But, after only a few minutes, she found herself no
longer responding to his motions, not liking his attention.
 
“Jewel... What is it?” Crystal froze when she did.
 
“This is wrong... We shouldn't be making love. I don't love you like that. I
love you like a big brother, not as a lover.” She saw the hurt in his eyes as
he pulled away, his need unfulfilled.
 
“But... Jewel, wait.” He spoke to the empty air where she had been standing.
She was gone, fleeing the scene of the crime without a backwards glance, never
to return.
 
Crystal stared after her for a long moment, then he tucked his neglected
erection away and turned his mind to her last request, rounding up the
remaining boys and getting away before the cops came.
***** 16 *****
They began laying into her the second she returned home.
 
“Where were you? We were looking everywhere...”
 
“Don't just take of like that, you scared me half to death. I just lost my
parents, I can't lose a sister too...”
 
Harry's and Draco's words blended together in a wave of worry that she allowed
to wash over her and clean her of the taint of murder.
 
“I had some unfinished business to attend to.” She stated simply as soon as
they both stopped to take a breath.
 
“Unfinished business? Don't tell me you went back there? To him?”
 
“Dino's dead, he won't be coming after me ever again.”
 
Something in her tone chilled both men into silence. Through that silence
Caelum's cries could be heard, and she headed upstairs to feed him, leaving
them both to wonder why she smelled faintly of smoke.
 
 
The question of whether or not she would be tied to Dino's death was answered
as she read the evening edition of a muggle paper the next day. The story was
on the second page, and his official cause of death was listed as 'unexplained
spontaneous human combustion.'
 
So long as no one called in Fox Mulder and Dana Scully, she would be fine. Only
they could trace the fire to supernatural causes. And, fortunately for her, The
X-Files was pure fiction.
 
At least, that's what she thought, not knowing the full extent of the Ministry
of Magic yet.
 
Anyway, he was a wanted sex trafficker and pedophile sex-offender, so no one at
the police station would be mourning him, or wanting to dig deeply into his
death. That was the way these things worked, and she was using that to her
advantage. And would continue to do so.
 
Setting the paper aside, she turned her attention to playing with Caelum,
feeling younger than she had since she'd left home. She didn't notice anything
else until she felt Draco's hand on her shoulder.
 
“Jewel...” He nodded towards the paper.
 
“Don't ask. Please, don't ask.” She looked straight into his eyes as she spoke.
 
“Are you okay?” He wanted to ask if she was involved with Dino's death in any
way, but knew that she would not give him a straight answer, and the thought
that his younger sister was a murderer made his stomach clench.
 
“Yes, I'm better than ever.” She pulled away from him and snagged something
from the table in the sitting room. “A letter came for you today.”
 
“A letter for me?” The letter was indeed for him, from a Ms Amelia Butterworth,
Attorney at Law. The Law Witch who managed the legal affairs of the Malfoy
family. But why was she writing to him?
 
The answer came as he read her letter, and he realized that his father had
never changed his will. He was still legally the Malfoy heir, and Malfoy Manor
was now his.
 
She explained in the letter that his father had made an appointment with her to
change his will, but he died before said meeting could be conducted.
 
He was named heir, and inherited everything, nothing in the will was to be left
to Narcissa.
 
Of course, had she still been alive, Draco would have seen to it that his
mother got her fair share, and got to continue living in the manor that now
could now have been a real home to her.
 
If only.
 
Caelum was not mentioned at all.
 
Harry found him rereading the letter in shock some time later after Jewel
fetched him, worried that it was more bad news.
 
“Draco? Is everything okay?” Harry tenderly touched Draco's shoulder as he
spoke, conveying his concern.
 
“Yes. It's better than okay.” He looked up at his lover with the biggest grin
Harry had ever seen. “My father never changed his will. I am still his legal
heir, and that means Malfoy Manor is legally mine. I-” He cut himself off from
saying that he had a home again, realizing that Harry had become his home.
 
“I want to stay here though, with you. I'll write to Aunt Bella, and ask her to
be a live-in custodian for me until such time as I'm able, and willing, to
resume residence in the Manor.”
 
Harry breathed a sigh of relief and hugged Draco tight. “That sounds like a
good plan to me. Even the part involving Bellatrix Lestrange.” They both
laughed as another owl swooped in through the window, and gave Draco yet
another letter.
 
“I still have to meet with my family's Law Witch to finalize things, but the
will is crystal clear.” He opened the new letter. “Oh, and Quality Quidditch
Supplies wants me to come in tomorrow for a job- wait what?” He re-read the
letter. “Yeah, they want me in for a job interview.”
 
“An interview already?” Harry grinned wider. Then he frowned. “But you don't-”
 
“It could be months until my fathers assets are passed on to me, so for the
next few months I still need a job. Plus, it will do me some good to work a
menial job for a while, give me an appreciation for the lives of those not born
into money.”
 
At that, Harry's smile turned tender, and he brushed some hair out of Draco's
eyes. “What is it?”
 
“Nothing, its just that you've really matured over the past few days.”
 
“Really? I'm glad to hear it.”
 
 
That night, Harry couldn't sleep. Though the celebration sex he had had with
Draco had worn him out physically, he simply could not calm his mind. Thoughts
swirled through his brain, thoughts of boys in dresses, and of Jewel. He kept
picturing her lifting her skirt to flash her male anatomy, and it made his body
feel hot and heavy.
 
Resisting the urge to squirm, he gazed down at the blond head pillowed on his
chest. Draco was sleeping soundly, and Harry had no desire to wake him up. He
had no desire to confess what was going through his mind, either. Since Draco
was still jealous of Jewel having fucked Harry first, Harry was scared that if
Draco knew he still desired Jewel sexually, it would only increase his
jealousy.
 
But he wasn't sure if he could hide it for long. Sooner or later it would be
revealed, and he still did not know why he was attracted to Jewel. What was it
about her that made his blood heat so? He was not in love with her, and though
he wasn't in love with him either it was Draco he wanted to be with long-term;
yet his lust for Jewel was stronger than his lust for Draco.
 
Why? What was it about her? The thoughts circled through his mind, one after
another, nothing changing, nothing revealed. There were no epiphanies, no
clues, nothing other than an increasing sense that he was getting dizzy.
 
He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he almost failed to notice when Draco
stirred, until he lifted his head from Harry's chest. Holding his breath, he
waited for Draco to say something, anything, but all the blond did was slip out
of bed and quietly walk to the bathroom.
 
Sighing, Harry rolled over onto his side and hugged the pillow tightly to his
chest. He was safe for now, but how long would it be before Draco clued into
his inner turmoil?
 
As it turned out, it was only a few minutes. When Draco returned from his trip
to the bathroom, he slipped back into bed, and cuddled up behind Harry.
 
“Are you okay? You seem like your worried about something.”
 
“Shit... I...” Harry almost began crying, and was at a loss for words.
 
“Do you regret co-filing to adopt Caelum with me?”
 
“No!” Sitting upright, Harry turned towards his lover. “No, I don't regret
that. I... I can see why you love Caelum so much, I'm already beginning to fall
for his charms. No it's... It's Jewel whose on my mind...”
 
“Because she might have murdered her former pimp?” Draco held his breath, but
Harry shook his head.
 
“No... I'm still attracted to her...” Harry whispered the confession, but Draco
still heard it.
 
“You're still...” Draco tensed, and released Harry. But he wasn't alarmed or
jealous. No, he was gazing thoughtfully at Harry instead, as he realized a fact
that Harry was missing.
 
He realized that Harry might have a fetish for men wearing female clothing, a
fetish that would explain why Harry had gone for Jewel in the first place. But
he pretended to be jealous, as he rolled over to face away from Harry.
 
“Draco...?”
 
“I... need time to accept that you still want to fuck my sister. Please, Harry,
give me some space for tonight, we can talk about this more tomorrow.” Draco
begged, secretly planning to talk to Jewel about borrowing a dress before they
discussed this more.
 
If his suspicion was correct, then Harry would be aroused by the sight of him
in a dress; aroused enough to forget any desire he had for Jewel.
 
As he listened to Harry settle back down to sleep without touching him for the
first time since Draco had moved in, he knew that there was only one way to be
certain that his suspicions were correct.
 
He had to cross dress in front of Harry and see what would happen next.
***** 17 *****
“You want to borrow what?” Jewel almost shrieked the words, causing Draco to
slip a hand over her mouth.
 
“Shush you, Harry cannot know what we're talking about, not yet. Yes, I want to
borrow a dress.” Whispering now, Draco quickly explained why he wanted to
borrow a dress.
 
“Oh, I see. You want to conduct an experiment do you? Well... girl clothes
really aren't your style, but if you really want to...” Jewel turned away from
her brother to rummage through her closet. “Then go for something classic.” She
held up a dress reminiscent of an old school sailor suit, or a Japanese
schoolgirl uniform.
 
“I was thinking something more sexy than that, though.” Draco commented, eyeing
the dress critically.
 
“Ah. Oh I know.” She pulled out a basic black sequined flapper girl style dress
after hanging the first one back up. “How about this?”
 
Draco paled at the thought of wearing something so shiny, as the sequins
reflected the light and hurt his eyes. After several more dresses were first
suggested and promptly rejected, they finally agreed on a emerald green
sleeveless sheath dress. Since Harry was already used to seeing him wear the
color as it was the color of Slytherin house, Draco wasn't worried about it not
suiting him. And though the dress had a modest neckline, it was slit up to the
hip on the left side and tight enough that he had a hard time keeping his
breathing normal. Jewel's reassurances that the dress was meant to fit like
that only made him respect women more. As soon as he put on the heeled sandals
Jewel had supplied to go with it he made up his mind; women who wore outfits
like this on a routine basis were all crazy!
 
“Oh, this is nothing. You haven't tried wearing a corset yet.” Jewel laughed as
Draco voiced his observation out loud. “But yes, we women are a bit crazy when
it comes to fashion. Or is it still crazy if everyone is doing the same thing?
Doesn't that mean that crazy is the new normal?” Jewel shrugged and laughed.
Then she frowned slightly as she observed her brother critically.
 
Draco had already used spells to rid himself of any hair that would hamper the
outfit, and to re-size the dress since Jewel was significantly smaller than he
was when it came to clothing sizes. But...
 
“You still need some makeup; the outfit looks unfinished without it.” Grabbing
her makeup kit she lightly lines his eyes with black eyeliner and used a clear
gloss on his lips. Then she turned to her jewelry box and handed him a basic
silver bracelet. “I've had that since I was a child; I used my psychic powers
to keep it hidden from Dino. My mom gave it to me when I was twelve, the only
thing she ever did to acknowledge that I am female, and not male like my body
says.”
 
“I... This is too precious, I cannot-”
 
“Take it, you can give it back when you return the dress.” Jewel grabbed
Draco's wrist and next thing he knew he was wearing the bracelet.
 
“I... I'll take good care of it. It's the only thing you have to remind you of
her, and that makes it irreplaceable.” Draco shifted, not comfortable about
wearing a dress, so he asked something that he had been wondering about. “Why
did you get your... you know what pierced when you want to become female in
body?”
 
“Oh... you mean?” She pointed south and Draco nodded. “Dino made me; all his
whores have it pierced, and the ring is signature, it marks you as one of his.”
 
“Oh.” Draco was horrified. “You never wanted to?”
 
“No, and to make things worse, he had it done while I was unconscious...
there's a lot you don't know about what happened to me, how I ended up whoring,
and I'll tell you someday, but it's all still to raw to me to talk about just
yet.”
 
Draco didn't respond, instead he carefully closed the gap between them, his
steps wobbly as he had never tried to walk in heels before, and hugged his
sister. “You're safe now and that is all that matters. He's dead, you're safe
and we finally have each other. Tell me when you're ready, or don't, the choice
is yours and I won't force you to talk about what's already in the past.”
 
“Draco, I love you. You're a much better big brother than I ever imagined.”
Jewel pulled away. “Right now, however, you have an experiment to conduct. The
faster you find out Harry's reaction, the faster you can remove that dress
since you're obviously not comfortable with cross-dressing.” Draco tensed, then
realized that her words were light. She did not mind that he wasn't personally
into cross-dressing.
 
“I'm heading upstairs, can you go find Harry and tell him I want to see him in
his bedroom?”
 
Nodding, Jewel let Draco leave first, then headed off to find Harry.
 
 
Harry was confused; Draco was mad at him, wasn't he? He had barely spoken a
word to him all day, now he wanted to see him in his room? It made no sense. If
Draco wanted to apologize for being mad, or talk it out, he would have found
Harry himself instead of having Jewel find him.
 
Still trying to puzzle it out, Harry paused for a long moment outside his door
before finally grabbing the handle and entering the room. “Draco? What is...”
Harry broke off as his jaw dropped at the sight of his lover. “Wha...?”
 
“Do you like it?” Draco asked, shyly, his eyes lowered. He wasn't trying to act
demure, rather he was suddenly scared that he had gotten it wrong and Harry had
no desire to see him in a dress.
 
“Yes, you look hot! I... wow!” The obvious arousal in Harry's voice made Draco
look at him, and smirk.
 
“I knew it. You like Jewel because you have a fetish for men wearing female
clothing. You've never looked at me in quite this way before, and I bet I've
never turned you on quite so much before, either.”
 
“A... Oh my God! How did I... You're right!” Harry was flabbergasted. “But if
you knew...?”
 
“I wanted to be certain, and this was the only way to be certain.” Draco made
to stand up as he was sitting at the foot of the bed, then changed his mind.
“By the way, do you have any idea how hard high heels are to walk in?”
 
Shaking his head, Harry let out a nervous laugh. “But I still don't get why you
wanted to dress like this.”
 
At that, Draco did stand, though he still wobbled, and took two careful steps
towards Harry. “Because I only want you looking at me. I wanted to arouse you
so much that you'll forget about Jewel, and focus only on me. And if I have to
wear a dress to do that, then so be it.”
 
“I... I actually meant the color scheme. It's very... Very...”
 
“Slytherin? Yeah, I know. It was not intentional, it's more that all of Jewel's
dresses were either shiny, she said would look awful on me, or not sexy enough.
This is the only one I was willing to actually wear of the sexy ones. But Draco
smiled wide as he realized that Harry was having a hard time thinking. “Don't
think about it so much, just come here. I was never mad at you, by the way, it
was all fake, last night and this morning. I just didn't want to ruin the
surprise.”
 
Then they were kissing, Harry taking the lead for once. Draco made no attempt
to challenge him, instead he surrendered to Harry, knowing that this time he
was participating as a woman rather than as a man, even though he was not
transgender.
 
“On the bed.” The words were growled at Draco, and a chill went down his spine
as he shivered in anticipation. Harry was so turned on he could pop at any
second, and Draco loved that he was the one making Harry feel that way. He had
this much power over Harry awed him, and he began to wonder how much pleasure
he could make Harry feel. The fact that Harry had been wondering the same thing
only a couple days earlier he never even suspected.
 
Then he was on the bed, lying on his stomach, as Harry pushed the skirt up to
his waist, and froze. “You're...”
 
“Yes, I'm wearing the butt plug. Do as you will to me, you're in control today.
I'll do whatever you want me to.” Draco panted the words as Harry pulled the
plug out half way, then pushed it back in. “I have a dildo, you know. Left side
pocket of my backpack.”
 
He felt the bed move as Harry went to fetch the toy, but stayed as Harry had
left him. Then everything went black as the blindfold was tied over his eyes.
Without thinking, he responded by stretching his arms out so they could be
handcuffed to the bed, and seconds later they were.
 
When the plug was removed, Draco breathed out and relaxed himself; just in time
as the familiar feel of his dildo was then pushed inside. Then he was being
fucked by it, fucked deeply, then shallowly, then angled to the left and right
as Harry experimented with it and tried to stretch Draco's sphincter further at
the same time. It was alternately ecstasy and agony, as Draco found Harry
changing the angle just as it was working for him, and his orgasm kept growing
then ebbing. But he had said that Harry was in charge, and so kept his mouth
shut; only the changing pitch of his moans indicated that he did not enjoy all
of what Harry was doing to him.
 
Then the dildo was thrust deep and left there. “Lift your hips up.” Complying,
he gasped at the coldness of the cock-ring being closed around him; the one he
had bought with Harry, not the one Jewel had been wearing. This ring did not
lock and could be removed whenever he wished; all he needed was free hands.
 
The ring worked though, as Harry returned to his experimentation; his orgasm
only built, it did not ebb when Harry did something he didn't like as much. And
the fact that Harry was now using his mouth as well, kissing Draco's thighs and
ass cheeks, avoiding only his hole helped too. Only a couple minutes after the
ring was added, Draco came, spilling his seed over Harry's already stained
sheets as this ring was also not tight enough to keep him from cumming.
 
Only then was the dildo removed. Draco sighed in relief, then gasped a second
later as something that was not a toy entered him.
 
Harry rode Draco hard, pounding his ass hard enough to ride the thin line
between pain and pleasure, harder than Draco actually liked it. But he took it
willingly as he sensed that Harry needed this. His lover needed to be rough
with him this time, though Draco did not quite understand why.
 
Soon enough it was over, Harry's softening cock was pulled out as cum leaked
from Draco's ass to trail down his side. Then a sharp pain sounded from his
left ass cheek as Harry's hand connected with it.
 
“Don't you ever do anything like this again! Dammit Draco, I...” Harry broke
of, suppressing the sudden urge to cry.
 
“I thought you liked that I'm dressed like this?” Draco turned as much as he
could, but his blindfold covered eyes could make nothing out.
 
“Don't you ever trick me into thinking you're mad at me ever again. Don't toy
with me like that. Do you have any idea how scared I was last night? I thought
I was going to lose you, that I'd fucked things up permanently between us
because I couldn't stop thinking about your sister and... and I think I'm
falling in love with you and that's scary enough as it is...” Harry broke off,
hugging Draco tightly from behind as he cried briefly in relief.
 
“Harry...” Draco felt guilty, he had not meant to make Harry worry. “I'm sorry,
I...” He broke off realizing that he had been about to say 'I love you' even
though he wasn't sure yet if that was true. “I never meant to make you worry
about our future as a couple.” They stayed like that for a long moment, then
Harry shifted, aroused once more by the fact that Draco was still wearing the
dress, and entered his lover for the second time that day.
 
This time he kept the pace slow, like he had the very first time they'd made
love. He wanted nothing more than to reconnect with Draco, prove that he cared
about him and wanted to stay with him. Jewel was forgotten and when Caelum
started crying halfway through the session, his cries went unheard. All that
mattered was them, and the budding love each was just starting to feel and,
with time and nurturing, would eventually be both strong and true. But it was
still young and fragile, and, as Draco's actions had just proven, so was their
trust for one another. By some miracle, they both came at exactly the same
time, and afterward lay panting on the bed, Harry making no move to pull
himself out of Draco until his bladder forced him to.
***** 18 *****
“Who are you?” As soon as Jewel answered the door, she was asked that question.
The young man standing in the doorway did not seem at all familiar to her; and
with his red hair she knew that had she met him before she would have
remembered.
 
“I could be asking you the same question. I'm Jewel Whitley, Draco's younger
half sister. And you are?”
 
“Oh, I'm Ron Weasley. Wait, Draco Malfoy's half sister?” Ron asked after a
moment as what she said registered.
 
“Yes. It's complicated.” She laughed, and gestured for him to enter. “Are you
friends with my brother?”
 
“Hardly; though I am here to see him, in a way, it's Harry who I'm friends
with.”
 
“Ah I see. I only just met Draco a few days ago so I'm still learning who all
he is friends with.” Just then Caelum starting crying, much to Ron's surprise.
“There is a baby here? Since when?”
 
“Hang on.” Jewel rushed upstairs, and when she returned she was nursing Caelum
using a cover. While she did not mind who saw her body, she wasn't sure if she
should reveal to Ron just yet that her body was male. Somehow, he did not seem
to her like the type who would be easily able to accept that she was
transgender.
 
“This is Caelum. Have you read the paper recently?” She asked as she headed
downstairs towards the kitchen.
 
Ron nodded, realization slowly dawning in his eyes. “Caelum's the missing
Malfoy child, isn't he?”
 
“He's hardly missing, but yes. And don't worry, the Ministry has already been
informed that Narcissa granted Draco custody of Caelum before she... well, you
know.” Briefly she explained what had happened in the woods.
 
“Where is Mal- Draco?”
 
“Upstairs, with Harry.” Jewel shook her head as Ron went to look for them.
“They want to be alone for the time being.”
 
“Alone? Oh...” Ron blushed hard as he sat back down. “So how did you find your
brother?”
 
“I've known about Draco for most of my life, well that I had an older brother
at any rate. But, for obvious reasons, Lucius wanted to keep quiet that he had
more than one child, as I am only six months younger than Draco.”
 
“Six months? Then...?”
 
“Yeah, Lucius slept with my mom while his wife was pregnant. Talk about being
impatient. And my natural hair color is dark brown, not blond. Plus, he never
wanted a daughter anyway.”
 
“No, he didn't.” Ron started, turning towards the door. “He never reached out
to the Twin's either. Father only ever acknowledged Caelum and myself as his.”
 
“What twins?”
 
“My Father has five children by four women; Caelum and Jewel, as well as Twin
girls whose names I've never been told, and of course myself. No wait, it's
actually six. I'm forgetting Rose.”
 
“Rose?”
 
“My older sister. You see, I'm actually my mother's second child; she had a
girl first, who she named Rose. Rose died shortly after birth; her heart was
simply too weak. Since roses are my mother's favorite flower Mother decided to
name her Rose. She's buried in the private graveyard located behind Malfoy
Manor and I sometimes go talk to her.” Draco commented, only the slight sadness
in his voice indicated that he felt anything at all for his lost sister. “Had
she lived, Rose would have been thirteen months my senior. My parents never
liked talking about her though, and I can't say I blame them.”
 
“So he ended up with four girls and two boys?” Ron asked to make sure he had
things straight.
 
Draco glanced over at Jewel, who shook her head minutely. “You could say that,
yes.” Draco answered carefully. If Jewel didn't want everyone to know that her
body was male, then who was he to say otherwise?
 
“Why did you come here today?” Draco turned back to Ron, trying to sound bored
and keep his body relaxed.
 
“To apologize. I've thought hard about what I said to you last time, and... and
I'm sorry. I did not realize how offensive that word really was. I've also
researched homosexuality.” Ron swallowed hard, looking as though he had just
been sucking on a lemon. “While I do not approve of you dating Harry, I will
not ask you to break up. The emotions are real, aren't they?”
 
“Yes, they are. Love is love, regardless of whether it is between a man and a
women, between two men, or between to women; it's all the same.”
 
Ron nodded. “You won't see me around much, but...” Ron shook his head,
obviously thinking hard about what he was trying to say.
 
“You want Harry to be happy and, even though you don't like it or approve, you
do think he can be happy with me, is that what your trying to say?” Ron nodded.
“I understand, and apology accepted. Take all the time you need. If you want to
hang out just with Harry, without me around, I can understand that as well. I
will do my best to not end your friendship with Harry just because I am dating
him.”
 
Ron stared at Draco in disbelief for a long moment, then laughed softly. “Harry
was right, you really have changed since...” Ron broke off, shaking his head.
 
“I'll take that as a compliment. But know that I am not done changing. I've
stopped trying to live as a clone of my father, but that does not mean that I
know who I am yet. I don't, not really, and it may be a long time before I do.”
 
Ron nodded, then he turned to go. Halfway to the door though he paused and
turned back.
 
“What do you know about the twin girls?”
 
Draco shrugged. “Not much, just that they are thirteen, were born on the third
day of May, and have red hair, though I think theirs is auburn rather than the
shade your hair is.”
 
Ron nodded, then; “I dunno if this will work, but why don't you put out an
advertisement in the paper with that description? If they know that Lucius is
their father then...”
 
Draco's jaw dropped and even Harry was looking at Ron in awe. “That's a
brilliant idea!” Harry finally spoke up. “It may not work, but at least it will
be a place to start as I know that Draco does wish to find them. He... he wants
his family to be family and that means being together, knowing each other.”
 
Turning back towards Draco, Harry shrugged as he saw that Draco was already
busy drafting the note to put in the paper.
 
“I'll see you out.” Harry walked out of the kitchen with Ron following. Neither
spoke again until they reached the door.
 
“Thank you for apologizing directly to Draco. I know that you hate the idea of
homosexuality, but thank you for backing off, even if you can't accept my
feelings for Draco.”
 
“What Draco said is true, your my best friend and I do want you to be happy.”
Ron slowly opened the door. “And I think it is a fair compromise, that we can
hang out without him around.” Then he was gone, the door closing softly behind
Ron. Smiling softly, Harry turned to walk back towards the kitchen, wondering
if he should tell Ron how close he had come that very day to breaking up with
Draco.
 
Deciding to confide in Hermione instead, Harry entered the kitchen just as
Draco realized that he had no money to use to actually place the ad. Laughing
he gifted Draco the cash, having known all along that he would end up being the
one to pay for the ad.
 
He wanted to meet the twin girls as badly as Draco did, especially now that he
knew how close Draco had come to having a true sister. But something about what
Draco had said about Rose bugged him...
 
If her death had been natural, then why did no one know that there had been an
older pure-blood Malfoy child? Why was her death so hushed up that he was only
now hearing about her?
 
Pushing those thoughts away for the moment, he shooed everyone out of the
kitchen and began prepping for lunch.
***** 19 *****
Chapter Notes
     I'm also working on a side story about Jewel's life on the streets
     before meeting Harry, so feel free to check it out as well. There is
     only one chapter to date, but I am taking requests for future
     chapters.
     http://hp.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600098582
After lunch, Draco headed back upstairs to get ready for his job interview and
Harry offered to watch Caelum while Jewel took a bath. Lifting the tiny body
into his arms for the first time, Harry rested the small head against his
shoulder.
 
Then he settled down in front of the fire with a mug of tea. Letting the
rhythmic motions of Caelum's breathing lull him, he let his mind wander, trying
to imagine himself raising this kid. He could; he pictured a young boy with
blond hair and soft gray eyes climbing into bed with him after a nightmare,
asking him endless questions that ended in 'why?'...
 
And traveling with him and Draco, Caelum walking between them on a beach
somewhere; soft sand between their toes and Caelum's laughter fighting with the
soft hum of lapping waves and the cries of sea birds.
 
Draco found them like that, Harry grinning softly to himself and Caelum napping
on his shoulder.
 
“How do I look?” He asked softly, not wanting to wake Caelum up. When they had
gone shopping for clothing for Jewel, they had also stopped by another shop and
picked up some new robes for Draco, including a new set of dress-robes. It was
these that he was wearing now; soft silvery-gray robes that framed his body
perfectly while off-setting his pale hair and eyes.
 
“You look good enough to eat.” Harry complimented while carefully getting to
his feet.
 
“Thanks.” Draco laughed nervously, and Caelum shifted restlessly against Harry.
Rubbing the small back, Harry walked closer to Draco.
 
“Relax; be honest but don't volunteer any information about your current
situation unless they ask. When asked about why you chose to apply for a job
there, talk about how much you love Quidditch not about needing money. You'll
just sound desperate if you talk about needing the money. As for pay, accept
what they offer, like its no big deal.” Harry advised, wishing he could be
speaking from experience rather than paraphrasing what Hermione had told him
when they were still in hiding during the war and Harry has brought up the
subject out of boredom.
 
“Yeah, I'll remember that.” Then he threw his arms around Harry and pulled him
as close as he could without crushing Caelum. “I'm scared.”
 
“I know, but I know you'll do just fine.” Then, after a quick kiss, Draco
pulled away again, smoothing down his robes. “I should get going or I'm going
to be late.” Then he was gone without another word.
 
Biting his lip in undisguised worry, Harry got Caelum settled down for a proper
nap in the newly designated nursery just as Jewel entered the room, dressed in
sweats and toweling her hair dry. “Hey, what's wrong?” She asked as she left
with Harry, closing the door softly behind her.
 
“Draco just left for his job interview and... what if he fucks it up? Or... oh
I don't know.” Harry ran his hands through his hair.
 
“Honey, don't worry about that. He'll do just fine; anyway it has to go better
than when I applied for a job with a modeling agency...” She broke off.
 
“What happened.”
 
“I met Dino.” She pursed her lips and Harry knew better than to ask her any
more just then.
 
“Are you okay?” He asked instead, after a few moments of silence had fallen.
 
She nodded, relaxing. “Yeah, but I... I dreamed about him last night. Not being
on the street... what happened before, when we first met. It was...” Shaking
her head she broke off again.
 
Harry said nothing as he hugged her, and for a long moment she clung to him. To
Harry's amazement, he realized that he no longer desired her; that Draco's
experiment had worked better than either of them had anticipated.
 
“Go take a nap; I know that Caelum got you up several times last night.” He
eventually whispered, pulling away again.
 
“Good idea. And... yeah maybe some soundproofing would be a good idea. He's
loud for such a little fellow. I can share a room with him until he's weaned,
then we can move him back into the nursery.” She suggested reasonably. “Then
that whole room could be soundproofed so that if he can't sleep, at least I'll
be the only one he's keeping up.”
 
“Good idea. But we can do that later.” Harry agreed with her even as he began
planning out what he wanted for Caelum's bedroom; pale blue walls, white
furniture, maybe even bunk-beds.
 
Harry shook his head. Bunk-beds? Where had that come from? He was only adopting
one child with Draco...
 
But he realized that he wanted more children than that. He wanted a big family,
like Ron's. A family that maybe bickered and not everyone liked anyone else,
Percy was proof of that. And yet they loved each other and were happy because
they were family.
 
Resolving to ask Draco how many kids he wanted later that evening, Harry
grabbed a book and settled back down in front of the fire to read.
 
 
Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, Draco pushed open the door to Quality
Quidditch Supplies. “Hello I'm here-”
 
“-For a job interview, yes I know. It was a surprise to see that you of all
people would apply here.” Draco tensed, but the lanky youth behind the counter
just gave him a lazy grin. “I'm not complaining though. You were on the
Slytherin team; as a Seeker, correct?”
 
“Yes, I played as a Seeker.” Draco nodded, relaxing.
 
“I'm Davidson Jones, by the way, but you can call me Davey. The boss is meeting
with another potential recruit at the moment, so feel free to browse for a few
moments. I'll let him know that you're here and he'll call you into the office
when he's done.” Davey gave him another lazy smile.
 
“How long have you been working here?” Draco casually asked, declining the
offer to browse. He knew that if he did get the job it would be better if he
got along with his co-workers and he was beginning to like Davey.
 
“Six months or so; I moved here after graduating from a wizarding School in
America a year ago because my parents wanted to support the Order.” Davey broke
off, but Draco waved away his concern that he was offended. “Neither of them
fought though; no they are both Healers so they worked to supply medical aid.
I'm not sure yet what I want to be; I used to fancy becoming an Auror, but now
I'm not so sure. So I'm here until I make up my mind. My parents will help me
with college, they just don't want me lazing around until then.”
 
Draco was about to tell him why he'd applied when the door behind the counter
entered and a young woman emerged. “Thank you once again for your time, Mr.
Johnson.” The woman was saying as she was seen out.
 
“Ah, you must be Draco Malfoy; I was surprised to get your application. Come
into the office please.” Mr. Johnson gestured for Draco to precede him and he
had no choice but to leave the rest of his conversation with Davey for another
time.
 
“Sit, make yourself comfortable. Now, why did you choose to apply for a job
with us?” Mr. Johnson asked, getting straight to business.
 
“Because I love Quidditch.” Draco answered promptly. Mr Johnson nodded.
 
“Now tell me the truth, Mr. Malfoy. Pure-bloods like yourself do not apply for
retail jobs without a good reason. I do believe that you are telling the truth,
that you do in fact love Quidditch, but I do not believe that that is why you
are seeking a job.”
 
“You want to know the truth? Fine. The truth is that my father disowned me,
casting me knut-less into the streets. I'm living with Harry Potter, for the
time being, but I don't have any money of my own, for food, for clothing, for
college; nothing. So I need a job or my debt will just pile up.”
 
“Were you cut out of the will before your father... passed away?” The softness
of the older man's tone of voice surprised Draco, and he found himself shaking
his head. “No. I am still legally heir to the Malfoy fortune. However, because
of how my father died, it will be months if not a full year, or more, before
that money gets released to me.” Draco took another deep breath. “Besides, I
know that I was sheltered, and spoiled, as a child. I wish to learn more about
how the... lower classes live.”
 
“I see. Can you start tomorrow at nine in the morning.”
 
“What?” Draco was shocked; he hadn't thought that the interview had been going
well at all. “Yes, I can. You're giving me the job?”
 
“Not exactly; I feel that your heart is in the right place and your knowledge
of Quidditch will be an asset; however, I am not yet certain of your work
ethic. Prove to me that you are a hard worker and can follow instructions
tomorrow and you will have the job. But be warned that if you fail, you will
find it hard to find work anywhere because word spreads quickly. Do you
understand?”
 
“Yes I understand.” Draco's heart was in his throat. “I won't let you down.”
 
“Be here at eight thirty; hang on.” He stopped Draco as he was about to leave
the office. “I need to know your measurements so I can have a uniform ready for
you. You will work from nine until five, and will receive a one hour lunch
break; during that time you can leave the store but you cannot leave Diagon
Alley, but otherwise that time is yours to use as you see fit. If you do not
wish to buy your lunch, there is a small lunch room in the back where you can
store any food you bring with you. Also, I'll pay you for the full day even if
we decide that this job isn't right for you before the shift is over. Any
questions?”
 
“What will my work entail?”
 
“Tomorrow, you will learn just the basics; how to restock the shelves, where to
go to look up prices, and of course you will assist customers to the best of
your skills. Any other questions?”
 
“No, no other questions.”
 
“Then I'll see you tomorrow at eight-thirty and I'll get you set up with your
uniform.” He ushered Draco out of the office having gotten all the measurements
he needed.
 
“Thank you again for giving me a chance to prove myself.” Over Mr Johnson's
shoulder he saw Davey giving him a thumbs up.
 
“As you have already become acquainted with Mr. Jones, I'll have him work with
you tomorrow.” Mr. Johnson added, catching the exchange.
 
Then Draco was ushered out of the shop, and he had to resist the urge to jump
for joy, though he could not help but grin like a lunatic. He had a job!
Working his butt off would be a piece of cake; he knew how to apply himself to
a lesson in order to impress his teachers; impressing a boss shouldn't be all
that different. At least he hoped not.
 
Apparating home, he ran upstairs to find Harry, pouncing on him. “I got the
job!”
 
Harry only laughed as he pulled Draco into his lap, hugging him tightly.
“That's great news. I knew you would.”
 
“Well, technically I don't have it yet; all I got was a trial shift. But I was
told that all I have to do tomorrow is prove that I can work hard and follow
instructions and I will be hired full time.” Draco laughed, sounding almost
giddy.
 
“Hey, can I ask you something?” Harry nuzzled Draco's neck as he spoke, trying
to calm the blond down before he woke Caelum up.
 
“What is it?” Draco tensed, worried about what Harry's question would be.
 
“How many kids do you want? I was thinking today about setting what will be
Caelum's room up with bunk beds and...”
 
“As many as we can adopt!” Draco laughed. “The minimum I want is three; and I
want at least one of them to be a girl.” He added, preempting Harry's next
question. “And no, I don't care how pure their blood is. One parent must be
magical; beyond that anything goes.” Draco broke off to kiss Harry.
 
“Is Caelum a pure-blood?” Harry asked, pulling away after a moment.
 
“No, he's a half-blood like Jewel and the twins.” Draco leaned back in and this
time there was nothing to stop the kissing from turning into a full blown make
out session. Harry broke away just once, to lock the door, then the resumed
kissing.
 
Draco twisted away from Harry, pushing down his pants as he did so. “Make love
to me.”
 
The pull of Harry's zipper was his only reply, then slicked fingers were at his
entrance; Draco had no time to wonder where Harry had gotten the lube before he
was being finger fucked just enough to loosing him up. Relaxing as much as he
could, Draco breathed a short-lived sigh of relief that turned into a moan of
pleasure as Harry thrust himself inside him lover once more.
***** 20 *****
“Harry, wake up!” Stifling a groan, Harry opened his eyes to see that it was
only seven-thirty in the morning.
“It's too early...” Trying in vain to fall back asleep, he rolled over and
pulled the covers back up over his head.
“I have to be there in an hour; I guess in all the excitement I forgot to tell
you that my shift starts at nine, huh?”
“If your shift starts at nine then why do you have to be there half an hour
early?” Harry yawned and finally sat up, noticing for the first time that Draco
was dressed in a clean pair of robes.
“To get me properly fitted for my uniform and whatnot.” Draco shrugged, and
Harry realized why he had been woken up so early.
“Hey, come here. Don't be scared, I'm sure you'll do just fine. Just relax, and
be yourself...”
“But... but what if... if...” Draco could only shake his head as he let Harry
hold him tight.
“Relax; everything will go just fine...” Harry brushed the hair out of Draco's
eyes, noting that he was getting due for a haircut; and the thought made him
chuckle.
“What's so funny?” Draco punched him lightly, and Harry laughed harder.
“I was just thinking that you need a haircut; you're hair was always so perfect
in school that it makes you seem a little more... real to let it grow a bit
long.”
“Was I really so... prissy?” Draco asked, and Harry laughed.
“Yes, you were. You were off in your own little world back at Hogwarts that you
had this untouchable air about you...” Harry sighed and hugged Draco tighter.
“I'm glad that I was able to break through your walls...”
“I just... I was scared to let anyone in. God, when I came out to Pansy when I
was fourteen I was more scared than I'd ever been...” Draco took a shuddering
breath, as Harry gaped at him.
“You told Pansy that you're gay? When you were fourteen?” Harry couldn't
believe what he was hearing. “But you told me that all your friends turned
their backs on you when you were disowned...”
“Oh uh...” Draco actually blushed. “Maybe that was a little bit of an
exaggeration... and I mean her parents were against it so... but yeah she was
actually supportive; like Hermione's being.”
“How did she find out?” Harry found himself asking out of sheer curiosity.
“Remember how I took her to the Yule Ball?” Harry nodded, and Draco continued.
“It was the night of the ball, after we'd left. She dragged me into an empty
classroom and asked me straight out why I hadn't been looking at her while we
danced; and why whenever she'd traced my gaze, she'd found that I'd been
looking at... well, not at other girls.” Draco's blush deepened. “Then she
actually asked if I'd really been staring at your butt for five minutes while
you and the other Champions had the first dance... I was mortified. I couldn't
say anything, then she surprised me by softening her tone and asking if I was
gay. I could only nod, I wasn't even meeting her eyes; I couldn't. Then she
hugged me and told me that she didn't care which way I swung; just that she was
embarrassed to have been crushing on a gay-boy. We ended up laughing harder
than I'd ever laughed before, and ever since then, she supported me and was my
pretend-girlfriend so that no one else would suspect...”
“Wait, you were staring at my butt?” Harry laughed as Draco swatted him.
“I may not have been crushing on you back then, but... yeah.” Draco snorted,
then blushed harder than Harry had ever seen him blush before, which only made
Harry laugh even harder.
“Yes, I snort when I laugh. Its not funny!” Swatting at his lover again, Draco
found himself being rolled underneath Harry and pinned there with a kiss.
Moaning, Draco deepened the kiss, not pulling away until lack of oxygen forced
him too. Then he rolled his head to the side, as Harry nibbled on his ear lobe,
his eyes flicking open...
And he pushed Harry away, cursing under his breath. “Shit! It's already eight-
twenty? I need to be there in ten minutes!” Jumping out of bed he smoothed down
his robes as he hurried out of the room; Harry following after hastily throwing
on a clean bathrobe to cover up the fact that he had been sleeping in the nude.
After grabbing the lunch Harry had made for him the night before from the
icebox, Draco headed for the door, but was stopped just before he could open it
by warm arms hugging him from behind. “Relax, you'll be fine.” Then with one
last kiss, Harry released Harry and watched as Draco disapparated to Diagon
Alley for his first day working at Quality Quidditch Supplies.
Then he turned back inside, and padded his way back upstairs to take a shower,
more worried about Draco then he'd let on.
 
“Any questions?” Davey winked at Draco an hour and a half later, after Draco
had been fitted for his uniform and shown where everything was stored.
“Yes. Where are the Golden Snitches kept?” Draco asked promptly, surprising his
trainer who had not thought that he'd even been listening.
“Ah, so you were paying attention. For security reasons, we do not keep the
snitches on the floor; instead they are stored in the back and only brought out
upon request. Each snitch is carefully packaged individually in its own box;
which is spelled to not open until the Keeper or Referee is ready to release it
for a game or to train a new seeker with.” Davey beckoned for Draco to follow
him down the back hall towards the store room, but to Draco's surprise he then
walked towards a cabinet that Draco had not noticed the first time he'd been
shown the room. “We keep the snitches in here.” Unlocking the door, Davey
opened it wide and Draco saw that the shelves were full of clear boxes, each
with a single Golden Snitch nestled inside. “We tried to keep them out on the
floor, but it was a disaster. Kids kept trying to play with them, or else they
'got up and walked away.'” Davey rolled his eyes. “What a nightmare; or so I'm
told. This was back during the first month the store was open. After they got
moved back here, we saw a sharp decline in theft. Likewise, all models of the
Brooms we sell are stored back here; only the display models are kept on the
floor. If someone asks you for the newest Cleansweep, for instance, you have to
come back here and retrieve one for them. Simple enough, right? However, if
they just want to know how much one costs, you may allow them to browse the
price-book; the Cleansweeps are right above the Comets under the heading
'Brooms'. Understand?” When Draco nodded, Davey chuckled.
“What is it?” Draco asked, frowning.
“You're just catching on much faster than I'd expected. It's no wonder you were
able to make the team in your second year...” When Draco blushed and dropped
his eyes, Davey broke off. “What?”
“I didn't make the team fairly; I got on because my Father bribed the Captain
with new Nimbus 2001's for everyone on the team.” Draco explained. “Of course I
wanted to be on the team, and when I got offered the only open position at that
time; Seeker; I jumped on it. But... I wish I had earned the position fairly,
by competing for it. My Father didn't want the shame of seeing me fail,
however, so...” Draco broke off as Davey placed a hand on his shoulder.
“I see. Even so, I hear that you outshone ever Seeker you faced off against,
but one.” Draco blushed as Davey praised him, knowing full well who the 'one'
was.
“You should have seen him; a more naturally talented than Harry Potter I have
yet to find. I knew that I could never hold a candle to him, and yet I always
gave it my all when I played against him. The rare times I did win a game by
catching the Snitch first, it was always against either Ravenclaw or
Hufflepuff; or Gryffindor when Ginny Weasley was Seeker. I never won against
Harry, and I did hate him for it for the longest time...”
“You did? You mean you don't anymore?” Draco shook his head.
“No, now I admire his skill, and...” Draco broke off as Davey's eyes widened in
realization.
“You love him, don't you? Are you dating Harry Potter?”
“I never said that; now shush you!” Draco exclaimed, before smiling gently and
nodding his head once, nervously.
“Your secret is safe with me.” Davey whispered, winking once more at Draco.
“I'm actually jealous of my little sister; you should see her girlfriend, what
a babe!” He whistled, and Draco laughed. “I may be straight as an arrow, but
love is love, right? And I can see how happy Suzy is, being with Dana, and that
makes me happy too.”
“Thank you for understanding and not making a big deal out of this.” Draco
relaxed enough to shoot Davey a grateful smile, and Davey just laughed again.
“Now lets get back out there before people think we came back here to make out
or something.” When Draco blushed and gaped at him, Davey just shrugged and
headed back towards the main part of the store.
“People won't really think... will they?” Draco stammered, wondering what Harry
would think...
“Nah; they probably just think that you had to run and use the bathroom after
being shown where the Golden Snitches and Brooms were kept.” Davey shrugged,
his eyes laughing as Draco realized that he'd been had.
He spend the next two hours plotting how to get Davey back for that little joke
of his, as he straightened out shelves that customers had left in disarray, and
twice ran back to fetch brooms for Hogwarts Quidditch Team hopefuls, if and
when Hogwarts ever reopened from the war....
It was already well into October and nothing had been said; no school letters,
nothing. Though Draco knew that the castle had suffered serious damage during
the final battle, the lack of news still worried him. What would everyone do if
the school was shut down entirely?
Pushing that thought away once more, Draco schooled his face into a
professional mask as he heard the door chime once more. “Welcome to Quality
Quidditch Supplies; is there anything I can assist you with today?”
“No, I just needed more Quaffle polish.” The woman waved off his offer as she
led her young son into the store; but his hand slipped out of hers as she
grabbed the appropriate bottle from the shelf. “Dustin, you behave yourself
now, you hear me?” She called over her shoulder as the boy wandered away from
her.
“Yes, mommy.” He called back, his fingers crossed behind his back. Not that she
noticed; no, she was too busy comparing brands to pay any attention to her son.
Draco shrugged and turned his attention back to the robes he was folding and
shelving; then he realized where the boy was heading.
Hoping the boy just wanted to toss around a Quaffle, Draco took a deep breath
and tried to focus on his assigned task, but warning bells were sounding in his
mind, bells that he could not ignore.
With wide eyes he watched as the boy reached out; and released the latch
holding a Bludger at bay. Draco didn't even realize that he was moving until he
collided with the Bludger and; winded, crashed headfirst into the next shelf.
The last thing he saw was the woman screaming and snatching up her child, the
polish all but forgotten, as Davey hurried towards him; then everything faded
to black.
***** 21 *****
Harry pulled the bathrobe tighter around his slim frame as he padded downstairs
to make breakfast. After Draco had left, he had tried to go back to sleep but
his mind wouldn't settle down enough; so he'd hopped into the shower instead.
 
Just as he got to the bottom landing, however a loud knocking sounded at the
door, and he shrugged and went to answer it.
 
“Hey... uh, is this a bad time?” Hermione actually blushed as she saw that all
her friend was wearing was a bathrobe and his hair was still wet from his
shower.
 
“No, not at all. I'll just run upstairs and throw on something more decent...”
Harry laughed as he let her in.
 
“Oh, so you didn't just have more hot shower sex with a certain blond?” She
winked at him before hanging up her coat on the hooks near the door.
 
“No. Actually, Draco's not here right now; he got a trial shift at Quality
Quidditch Supplies and...” Whatever else he'd hoped to say was lost as Hermione
let out a happy squeal and threw herself into his arms for a bear hug.
 
“That's great! He'll shine working there; it was beyond obvious that Quidditch
is one of his passions, if not his main passion.” Then she stepped back,
smiling so wide her face actually glowed with happiness. “Have you had
breakfast yet?”
 
“No; I was just about to make some toast when you knocked.” Harry pushed
Hermione towards the kitchen so that he could excuse himself to get dressed.
Though being half naked around her didn't bother him anymore; they'd been
forced to change in front of one another more than once while in hiding and
therefore had already seen each other naked; it clearly bothered her, and that
alone was enough to make Harry uncomfortable.
 
“Breakfast was ready an hour ago! Winky's keeping everything warm but even her
magic won't last forever.” Jewel cut in, poking her head around the kitchen
door. “She made ham-and-cheese omelets and Belgian Waffles.”
 
“I'll be there in a few minutes; I'm just gonna go get dressed first.” As
Hermione descended the steps leading to the kitchen, Harry turned around and
rushed back upstairs, before grabbing the first clean shirt and jeans he found
in his wardrobe.
 
By the time he got back downstairs, Hermione had already helped herself to one
of the waffles and a cup of tea and was deep in conversation with Jewel between
bites. Taking the remaining waffle and omelet, he sat down next to her and
tucked in, suppressing a moan when the food tasted much better than he'd dared
to hope. Clearly, Winky was a outstanding chef, when she wished to be; she must
have been in charge of cooking for the Crouch family before being set free.
 
“-When is Draco finished work for the day?” The sound of his boyfriends name
snapped Harry back to reality and he realized that Jewel's question had been
directed at him.
 
“Five; so he'll be home by five-ten, I'd guess.” Harry shrugged. “Why? Are you
planning something for tonight?” Jewel just shrugged, and her eyes shone
mischievously.
 
The rest of the meal was spent in companionable silence as Jewel gave Caelum
his breakfast, but did not eat anything herself as she had eaten earlier, and
Harry and Hermione were too busy savoring the food to speak. It wasn't until
the last bites had been consumed and the dishes were washing themselves in the
sink that the conversation resumed.
 
“Maybe we should throw Draco a party; a combined 'coming-out' party and one to
congratulate him on getting a job.” Hermione suggested reasonably as the trio
climbed the stairs to the living room.
 
“That's a good idea. This Saturday should work; who all should we invite?” As
Hermione retrieved some parchment and a quill and began making a list, Harry
recited names, but she froze in shock when he mentioned Pansy Parkinson.
 
“Pansy? Harry, are you sure about this?” Hermione shot him an 'are you crazy?'
look that made him laugh.
 
“Yes, I'm sure. She's known about him since the Yule Ball and was only Draco's
pretend girlfriend. Now, her parents don't agree with her views... so we'll
have to be careful with how we invite her. And she might not be able to come
anyway; but we still need to invite her, because...” He broke off, uncertain
what word he was looking for.
 
“Because she's Draco's wingman?” Hermione supplied, her lips twitching into an
uncertain smile.
 
“Yes! That's it exactly! Thank you.” Harry laughed briefly, then he sighed and
ran his hands through his hair. “I don't know whether to hope that she can come
or...” He broke off, sighing. “I mean, she's one of the Slytherins who made our
school days hell...”
 
“So did Draco, and now look at him...” Hermione broke off as an owl landed on
the window ledge and began pecking at the glass. Standing, she crossed the room
and accepted the note, then returned to Harry as the owl flew off once more.
 
“What is that?” Harry asked as she shrugged and handed the rolled parchment to
him.
 
“There's no name on the outside, so I don't know.” Hermione scooted closer as
Harry removed the ribbon and unrolled the scroll.
 
“Oh... Go get Jewel, this concerns her.” Hermione nodded and left, returning
moments later with the younger woman. “What does it say.”
 
“It's...” Harry broke off, glancing away. “It's an invitation to... to the
funeral.” He swallowed hard before finally glancing up, meeting Jewel's eyes.
“You don't have to go, but...”
 
“I'll go; it will be my only chance to meet my father.” Jewel swallowed hard,
tears shining in her eyes. “When is it?”
 
“Tomorrow; the viewing is at eleven in the morning and the service is at one in
the afternoon, followed by the burial. It's being held on the grounds of Malfoy
Manor; presumably they have a private cemetery, most of the older manors do and
that house has been in the family for generations.” Harry handed her the note,
then barely had time to open his arms before Jewel flung herself into them.
 
“I'd always dreamed of the day when I'd finally get to meet the man who'd
fathered me; but I'd never dreamed that it would be like this...” Breaking off,
she sobbed against Harry's shoulder for a few moments before pulling herself
back together again. “I just hope that Draco can take the time off...”
 
“It's all over the papers that his parents have been... are dead. I'm sure
arrangements can be made for him to leave work in time for the funeral; you'd
have to be heartless to make a child miss his parent's funeral.” Hermione
paused for a moment, then added; “Besides, he'll be named Pall-Bearer. It's
traditional for the remaining male family to act in that capacity.”
 
“Male family? Why not the female?” Jewel stood up, but Hermione waved her off.
 
“Unless Wizarding funerals use magic to ease the weight, the decision to use
only men is understandable and not the least bit sexist; coffins are heavy,
even when empty. Too heavy for the average woman, but not for men.”
 
“Oh... I never thought about that...” Jewel actually blushed.
 
“However, since you were born male and are officially a son of the Malfoy
family, I believe that you can be named Pall-Bearer should you wish to be one.
Though I doubt you'll be working with Draco...”
 
“Why not?” Jewel frowned in confusion.
 
“Unless they make two trips, which I doubt, there will be twelve Pall-Bearers,
six for each casket. You wish to help bear your father, correct?” Jewel nodded.
“While Draco would prefer to help bear his mother.”
 
Understanding lit up between them, even as Harry spoke; “But he is his Father's
heir; wouldn't it be more proper for him to carry his father's casket than his
mothers?”
 
“Usually, yes. But his heart wouldn't be in it.” Hermione smiled sadly; though
she had not met with Narcissa that night she had been told all about that
meeting and had long suspected that Draco was closer to his mother. She had
seen the love that they shared during the Quidditch World Cup, when they'd
first met Narcissa and had sat with the Malfoys during the game.
 
“Okay... well, I guess we can figure this out tomorrow.” Jewel wiped at her
eyes, and handed the invitation back to Harry, then she left the room.
 
“Where are you going?”
 
“To see if I can find something boyish to wear tomorrow. If I am to be a Pall-
Bearer; well, hopefully, since they may have all been selected already; then I
need to make it clear that my body is male even if my soul isn't.” Then she was
gone, and Harry understood that she wanted to be alone.
 
Pushing thoughts of the upcoming funeral away, Harry and Hermione returned to
making the invitation list for the party, but found that neither of them could
concentrate. How could they think about something happy like a party when
Draco's parents were to be buried the next day?
 
“Shouldn't you also pick out what you'll be wearing? Funeral's are usually
fairly formal; your emerald green dress robes would be appropriate.” Hermione
asked two hours later, after they'd both fallen silent, the party list lying
forgotten on the table before them.
 
“What? I-I'm not... I mean...” Harry was flabbergasted; why would he go to a
Death Eaters funeral?
 
“You're going whether you wish to or not; who else will Draco turn to for
comfort tomorrow? Well, there will be Jewel, but she's a sister, and you're a
lover.” Hermione pointed out.
 
“But... do you really think that I'll be accepted? Bellatrix Lestrange will be
there; and I won't put it past her to try and kill me at her sisters funeral.”
 
“You're going; Draco won't let you sit this out. Harry, he'll need you to be
there. You know he will, and since he's already been outed...” She broke off,
shrugging.
 
“B-but...” Harry's mind went blank. Was he really about to attend the funeral
of Lucius Malfoy; a man who had tried to kill him more than once? Closing his
eyes, he found himself looking into a silver pair, narrowed in disappointment
and hiding tears behind a cold wall. He would be shut out; Hermione was right,
he needed to be there for Draco.
 
Then an insistent tapping jarred him out of his thoughts; glancing up he saw a
large barn owl perched outside, a note clutched in its beak. “What now?”
Opening the window he took the note; everything faded down to just the words as
he read them.
 
“What is it?” The sound of worry in his friends voice brought him back to
reality as he turned a pale face towards her.
 
“It's Draco. There was an accident; they had to take him to the hospital!” His
words echoed hollowly in his ears as Hermione's face also paled. “Get Jewel.
Tell her to meet me downstairs.” Then he was running down the stairs without
even waiting for a response, the note still clutched tightly in his hand.
 
The two minutes it took Jewel to join him by the front door seemed like an
eternity as Harry's mind wondered what could have happened that would warrant a
hospital trip. It was a retail store... but try as he might he could not shake
the thought that his lover might be...
 
“Harry, what is it? Hermione said you wanted to see me...?”
 
“We're going back to St. Mungo's. Something happened and they had to take Draco
there.”
 
“Caelum...”
 
“I'll watch him. Go, be with your brother.” Hermione also joined them, cutting
Jewel off. “I saw a few bottles of milk in the fridge earlier; we'll be fine
for a few hours.” She tried to flash them a reassuring smile, but it fell flat.
 
“Thank you.” Then they were outside, and Harry pulled Jewel closer, before
apparating them both to the hospital. Rushing inside, he headed straight for
the nearest healer station. “I'm looking for Draco Malfoy...?”
 
“Down the hall behind me, third door on the left then second room on the right,
room 111.” The healer didn't even look up as she spoke, concentrating instead
on copying something onto a patients chart.
 
They left her and headed down the hallway, but as they approached the room,
Harry's steps slowed as his imagination took over once more. Just how badly was
Draco hurt?
 
“Harry, come on. I'm sure it's not that bad; maybe a shelf collapsed on him?”
Jewel shrugged, but before they could resume their trek to the room, a young
man approached them.
 
“Are you Harry Potter?” When Harry nodded, he continued. “I'm Davidson Jones,
but call me Davey. I'm the one in charge of training Draco.”
 
“What happened?”
 
“A young child released a Bludger; Draco tackled it to protect the boy. He was
out cold when I brought him in as well as badly winded, but it's nothing major.
A couple cracked ribs from the Bludger, and a mild concussion when his momentum
caused him to hit a nearby shelf head first.”
 
Harry let out a breath he had not been aware he'd been holding. “Thank God! I
was... I mean...” He laughed nervously. “All the note I got said was that there
had been an accident; so I was...” He broke off as Davey waved away his
concern.
 
“He took out a shelf of merchandise; but fortunately it was all clothing so no
damage was done, and the child wasn't hurt thanks to him.” Then Davey stepped
aside. “But I'm sure you're anxious to see him so I won't hold you up any
longer.” Nodding once more, Harry rushed into the room and sat on the bed
beside his too-still and still unconscious lover as Jewel took the room's only
chair. They both settled in to wait for Draco to resume consciousness.
 
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