Suki Has Gone Insane At Last

Title: Parity Transformations

Fandom: HP

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Rating: NC-17 overall

Summary: Eleven years since he ran from Hogwarts and seven years since the end of the war, Draco has moved on. Now in his late twenties, Draco lives a reclusive life in a tiny village in Hampshire. Never in a million years does he expect to cross paths with Harry Potter again. But he does, and there are two, rather small and rather excitable, complications.

Beta'd by amejisuto. Thank you, darling!

A/N: Compliant with all canon up to HBP so there may be spoilers for any of the first six books. As this fic was already planned out in full before the release, it will not be compliant with book 7 and will therefore contain NO SPOILERS.


Previous Chapters: HERE





Draco gazed at himself in the bathroom mirror and tapped his fingers on the sides of the sink. Yes, he looked positively stunning, but something was still missing, something …

‘Here you go, Daddy.’ Kasen held up a long black velvet ribbon.

‘Are you sure? I haven’t worn my hair back in a long time.’

‘It looks nice.’

Draco smiled down at his son. ‘Then I shall tie it up just for you.’

‘Want me to do it for you, Daddy?’

It was a resounding no, and Draco sent his son to pick out a small toy to take with him while Draco gathered his own long hair back and tied it in a lose ponytail. The black ribbon hung in a loose bow.

It was only lunch with Harry and James at The Harvester, yet Draco had an intense feeling of nerves. He had fussed all morning, deciding what clothes to put on and what scents to splash against his skin. It was all decidedly odd and Draco couldn’t for the life of him work out why he was feeling this way.

He had even put on his new fancy trousers. With an even newer fancy shirt. And as for the boots? They had arrived that very morning, a bargain from the Next Directory.

Harry’s car pulled up outside at precisely twelve o’clock. The horn beeped to signal its arrival.

Impressed at Harry’s suddenly miraculous timekeeping, Draco nodded to himself and held his hand out to Kasen. ‘Time to go.’

Harry didn’t look half bad himself, Draco noted as he got in the front seat and buckled up his seatbelt. A purple and white stripy rugby shirt that looked brand new and a pair of light blue jeans that looked so soft they begged to be touched.

‘Morning,’ Harry said as he put the car into gear and pulled away from the curb.

‘Afternoon,’ Draco corrected.

‘How … uh … are you?’ Harry said, looking at him once, twice and then swerving to avoid a leaf in the road. ‘Shit.’

‘I’m very well. Thank you for asking.’ Draco folded his hands in his lap and felt very pleased with himself. Just as he suspected, stunning.

*****

The Harvester was a large family restaurant on the outskirts of Otterbourne. They catered for all ages, were reasonably priced, and had the best salad cart in the South of England. The pasta was perfect, the potato salad was heavenly, and the wholemeal rolls were worth a night in a prison cell.

The four of them were led to a table at the back, slap bang next to a window overlooking a hilly and beautiful landscape. The view was only slightly spoiled by the ominous grey clouds looming in the distance.

James and Kasen wanted to sit together, which would probably lead to trouble, but as it was a special occasion Draco allowed it.

‘Special occasion?’ Harry asked.

‘Their last weekend before school,’ Draco explained.

They all went to the salad cart together and came back with plates piled high, as was tradition. Kasen made four covert extra trips, under Draco’s watchful eye, and each time came back with a wholemeal roll for his father. Draco put them in his messenger bag.


When rain began to spot the ground outside, they were on their main course. Weirdly, they all wanted the same thing and so the waitress brought them all Chicken & Bacon Stacks which consisted of bacon and chicken stakes wedged together with Emmental cheese and plum sauce.

Harry cut up the children’s chicken and bacon steaks before they all began.

‘Can I ask you something?’ Harry said.

‘Of course.’ Draco’s fork was speared through a piece of bacon, cheese, chicken, potato, and two stray peas. He stuffed the whole caboodle into his mouth.

Harry kept his voice low. ‘How much do you use magic?’

‘Very little,’ Draco said once he’d swallowed. ‘The odd necessary thing here and there. A little for entertainment, and to show Kasen where he came from.’

Harry nodded. ‘Are you using magic now?’

‘No. What would make you think that?’

Harry hesitated. ‘Don’t take this the wrong way, because you look great, I mean, fine, erm, okay. Uh, but you in no way look like any sort of Muggle I’ve ever seen. The high collar and the long jacket, the tight trousers and the shiny boots … Why aren’t people staring?’

Draco tipped back his head and laughed, momentarily startling the children. They blinked at him and then went back to talking about spaceships.

‘Harry, we’re in the middle of the English Countryside. Did you see any of the houses we passed? Big. Lots of money. Some very old families. Eccentricity is rife in these parts. I fit in perfectly. And besides, Muggles see only what they want to see.’

‘True,’ Harry conceded. ‘There’s a lady down our road that takes her toy panda for a walk every morning.’

‘Oh yes, Mrs Tyrell. She’s not eccentric, she’s mad. As a hatter. And her panda’s name is Cyril.’

‘Really? That’s weird.’

‘That it is. Now, I’m not saying that I’m completely sane, but I haven’t yet taken one of Kasen’s toys for a spot of exercise.’

Harry laughed and called the waitress over for another round of cokes. ‘You are much more eccentric than I remember, though,’ Harry said when she’d gone.

Draco shrugged happily. ‘It’s true, I’m afraid. I grow gayer and more eccentric by the day.’

Harry choked on a baby new potato.


*****


The hallways were narrow, too narrow, and Draco felt like they were crushing him, gradually compressing him until there was nothing left.

‘I’m surprised you haven’t turned me over to the Ministry yet.’

‘I’ve thought about it,’ Potter said.

‘And?’

‘I don’t think you’d be safe. Voldemort is likely to take control any day.’

‘So what!?’ Draco spat. ‘It’s not like you give a shit about me? Why don’t you just turn me over and be done with it?’

Potter was quiet. He looked over his shoulder and then over Draco’s. ‘Because I don’t think you wanted to kill Dumbledore. I think you were forced into it. I want to help you.’

Draco believed it, for all of ten seconds. He fisted his hands in Potter’s jumper and pinned him against the wall. ‘Why am I here?!’

Potter pushed him away, violently slamming his palms into Draco’s chest. ‘Get out of my face!’

‘Then tell me!’

‘Have you got a death wish or something?’

Draco leaned back on the opposite wall and rested his head against it. He laughed. ‘Let’s see, shall we? What do you want?’

Draco rolled his head and examined the gold-tinted ceiling while he waited to Potter to gather his own balls and tell the truth.

‘I want you to fight.’

‘I beg your pardon?’

‘Fight. With me. I want you to fight Voldemort with me.’

‘You’re bloody mad! Why in Merlin’s name would I do such a stupid thing?’

‘You’ll do it because your father is in Azkaban and it’s only a matter of time before Voldemort comes for him, his chief failed Death Eater. I wonder what punishment he’ll suffer?’

‘Stop it.’ Draco calculated the possibility of strangling Harry Potter right there on the spot. Potter didn’t have his wand out and Draco was bigger, taller, stronger. He could kill him right now.

‘And you’ll do it because of the prophecy your father was trying to steal. You’ll do it because I’m going to win.’

That got Draco’s full attention. ‘I thought that twit, Longbottom, smashed it. No one heard it. You’re lying.’

Potter kept eye contact and shook his head. ‘I’m not lying.’



*****

‘Back to the magic thing again,’ Harry said later when pudding was being consumed like there was no tomorrow. ‘Does Kasen ever use it?’

‘No. At least not deliberately. He has the odd accident here and there, but generally he’s a got a good hold of it.’

Harry nodded. ‘Yeah, I had my fair share of mishaps when I was younger. I set a python on my cousin once.’

‘Really?’ Draco asked. ‘Did he deserve it?’

‘Definitely. And you? What was your worst accident?’

‘Hmm, let me think, I had quite a few. My father let me borrow my mother’s wand whenever she wasn’t looking. He taught me quite a few spells a long time before I attended Hogwarts.’

‘Was that allowed?’

‘No, definitely not, but since when did the rules stop my father?’

‘Good point.’

‘Worst accident was probably when I blasted the wall off the west wing.’

‘Blood hell.’

‘Yes, quite. It took him weeks to fix it. He was incredibly torn between wanting to praise me for my magic and wanting to slap the back of my legs for costing him so much money. He was proud, though. But not my mother, she was furious.’

‘I bet.’

‘Not with me, with him. My mother didn’t often get angry, but that day I genuinely thought she was going to sprout fangs and kill my father.’ Draco smiled at the memory, not because it was a particularly good one, but because it was a vivid one, both his parents crystal clear in his head. That didn’t happen often. Time was a good healer, it was true, but it was also very good at erasing precious memories.

‘It feels good to talk about them,’ Draco said.

They left the restaurant half an hour later and drove back to Draco’s house. Harry had paid for the meal and Draco was determined to pay him back with tea.

The rain had stopped and the clouds had moved on, opening up a sunny window of opportunity. Kasen and James took full advantage and went outside to play a weirdly one-sided game of “It”.

While Draco and Harry were seated comfortably on the sofa, mugs of tea in hand, Harry blurted something that obviously been on his mind.

‘Where’s Kasen’s mother?’

Draco put down his mug and fixed Harry with a dangerous stare. ‘That is a rather impertinent question, don’t you think?’

‘Yes. I know it’s rude and it’s none of my business, but … I want to know.’

Draco’s back straightened and his chin lifted. ‘Why?’

‘Aside from the major curiosity? I don’t know, maybe I just want to get to know you better.’

‘You do know me better.’

‘I’m aware of that,’ Harry said, impatience creeping into his voice. ‘But maybe I want to know even more.’

‘Maybe? Surely you know if you want to know more nor not. There’s no in-between. You do or don’t. Which is it?’

‘Look, you don’t have to get all defensive, okay? I’m just asking.’

‘You’re just asking things that I don’t want to tell you.’

‘Why?’

‘Because it’s my business, Potter!’

‘I though we were friends, Draco. I thought you trusted me.’ Harry looked vaguely hurt and it gave Draco a satisfying jolt of perverse pleasure.

‘I. Don’t. Trust. Anyone.’

‘We’re friends!’

‘Don’t kid yourself. I’m not your friend and I never will be.’

Harry nodded to himself, his lips pressing together and his hands clenching in his lap. ‘I see. So what is all this?’ he asked, unclenching one hand gesturing between them. ‘Your sick idea of a joke? Let’s pretend to like Potter because – because – because … fuck, I don’t know why! Why would you do that?!’

Draco was horrified. ‘I wouldn’t! It’s you who’s playing the cruel joke! You’ve lured me in, ensnared me in your web of lies, and behind my back you’re mocking me to your real friends, laughing at the poor outcast who’s got no-one! And now you’re trying to take Kasen away from me— ’

‘What?!’

‘You’re trying to take him away! You’re trying to prove something! Well, I’ll tell you this, you poor excuse for a donkey’s cock, it’s not going to happen!’ Draco pulled out his wand and pointed it at Harry’s chest. ‘Get your filthy brat and get out of my house.’

‘No,’ Harry said. ‘No, I won’t.’

‘You can’t have him.’ Draco was close to tears. An irrational bubble of hate and paranoia had burst inside him. Kasen was all he had, and if Potter found a way to take him, then there would be nothing left, nothing at all. ‘He’s mine.’

Harry held up his hands. ‘Draco, please calm down and lower your wand. Think of the children. You don’t want them hurt, do you?’

Draco looked at him like he was crazy. ‘Are you patronising me or are you really that stupid? I’m aiming for you. I won’t miss.’

‘Okay fine, but the last thing you want is for Kasen see you pointing your wand at his best friend’s father.’

Potter had a point, damn him. Draco lowered his wand but kept his distance.

‘I’m not trying to take Kasen,’ Harry continued. ‘And I’m not going to tell anyone about you or your home or anything like that, I promise. Please believe that.’

‘I don’t understand what you want from me. You don’t even like me.’ Draco looked away.

‘I do like you. A lot. More than a lot.’

Draco frowned and had a funny thought. ‘Do you fancy me?’ he asked.

When Harry turned as red as the top of a traffic light, Draco knew it was true. He laughed. ‘You do!’

‘Thanks a lot, Malfoy. Thanks,’ Harry said, utterly offended.

‘That’s Malfoy sweetheart to you.’

‘Fuck you.’

Draco was still laughing. ‘You hope.’

‘Right, that’s it, I’ve had enough, I’m leaving.’ Harry started striding across the living room, heading towards the back garden to find James. ‘You are a complete nutter.’

‘No, wait, I’m sorry! Harry, please.’ Draco snagged Harry’s t-shirt. He turned him around and tried to look suitably guilty. The problem wasn’t that Harry liked him.

‘Don’t, Draco. Don’t insult my intelligence. You don’t like me, fine, but— ’

‘I do like you, Harry.’

‘Then why are you laughing at me?’

‘I’m not. I’m laughing at myself. I’m an idiot. I thought … Well, we’ve been getting on so well and the thought that … that it might not be real, it hurt. But you want to know more about me because you like me, not because you want to destroy me.’

‘Destroy you?’ Harry shook his head. ‘You are such a drama queen.’

Draco nodded. ‘This, I am aware of.’

‘What’s a drama queen?’

Both Harry and Draco looked down at the voice. James.

Harry answered him. ‘It’s what we call Draco when he’s being all dramatic.

‘What’s dramtic?’

Harry didn’t have to answer. Kasen raced in from outside, slapped James’s back, shouted ‘You’re it!’ and ran up the stairs with James hot on his heels. He left in his wake a silence that was more awkward than Batman in a dress.

‘I suppose I’ve put you off,’ Draco said, sitting back on the sofa as gracefully as he could considering he’d just made a giant tit out of himself.

Harry sat next to him and shook his head.

‘I will tell you. About Kasen’s mother.’ Draco looked over at Harry, judging his expression. He didn’t look angry, just a little bemused, like he’d just been run over by an inflatable truck. ‘But not today.’

‘I understand.’

‘How about tomorrow?’

The children whizzed past again and Harry smiled. ‘You’re on.’



TBC …









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