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an assembled. They stayed with him two officers who were dedicated to show the reports and evidence.
The overall picture was clearer as morning gave way to afternoon and Draco was reviewing each report and evidence. Had survived the war in Britain is now working in the southern United States, the evidence was irrefutable. Another thing that was very clear and his heart had turned around to see magic the first time the unmistakable signature of one of the dead, was that someone was using the wand in Harry Potter secret war against the new forces of darkness. "Not that we do not appreciate the aute, a. "Does the law apply even in Magic?" The young man was blushing slightly. "Well, that first," he replied. "But if we can not interrogate them, we will not have any idea who is behind all this." "Maybe the one with the wand know who is behind it "Draco had meditated quietly moving to the next photo. In this, the victim had been decapitated cleanly, with surgical precision lethal but after hacbitches, "gave up the first. "We had not seen." "They may wish to revisit the other photos. If that is present in all his victims, then here is operating quite differently. "

That had been two hours earlier, and as he closed the door of his suite and headed for a of the large armchairs arms to be dropped with a heavy sigh, he found himself divided. I really had no choice but to come, the evidence of Harry's wand was everywhere. But the Americans were dealing with some m ´ to cases was not their fault, they were not human if not more, that although I was not alive, nor was dead, and there were not human creatures in the same direction as the centaur or elves. In some respects were similar to werewolves, but they were not like them. You could make men go through no matter what stage was the moon and that made them confused ... and dangerous.

In most cases this condition also had issued a supernatural beauty, it also was part of his state. Like all predators, the force of nature that was responsible for his crSomething inside told him that he would be one of those susceptible to its charms, as had always been careful to keep your distance and avoid making eye contact when he was in his presence . And they could feel their fear. There had been one, just before Harry died, who had been taken for questioning. What was his name? Something in French. "Henri? No, it did not sound. Oh, yes, Hermes. Gautlier Hermes.

He rubbed his face with his hands while his mind back to the case and the night that had questioned Gautlier. The Veritaserum was not effective withI, an been attacked and killed; Draco had seen it all before, at the start of its war against the darkness. But it was clear that something else was in operation here. Disappearances in the magical population of people had openly supported the pure blood mania seen in the beginning with Voldemort, but at the same time the ranks of the newly appointed ' Eaters' seemed to be increasing. Draco had the oppressive feeling that this was something about the cult of vampires, with a central figure that sencute n the body of Harry. He stood with a soft growl, I knew I sit there mentally reviewing everything again and again was not going to help, so I took the bottle of wine from the secret bar and then went to his luggage find a potion for dreamless sleep. Iba

running through the fog. It had been years since he had felt his legs running and your heart racing, but then I felt ... ran, even though his leg was plucked, his lungs screaming and terror ran down her back ... When asaw legs frantically before lifting to encircle a waist firm. He felt his arm tighten in his back even when one forcefully pressed its most vulnerable. "Oh, please," groaned walking back muscles with your hands. The skin under his palm was soft, cold as marble. "Please ..."

And then cried when it was entered without warning or any preparation, and his body hunched against the simultaneous attacks of pain and pleasure. He felt in his throat lips, tongue on your skin ... CHTML XC

"I need you, Draco," said the mouth on his neck. "I need you ..."

plunged his hands into the rich black hair holding him as a hard thrusts pushed him against the wall, tilted his head in supplication silent, even when he knew it was wrong, that what was possessed was not the man she had loved. He felt the sharp claws touching your skin, find your pulse and easily break the vein, and a great pleasure invaded the hot surface of your skin. Habíae not moments agoe; it for sure, and yes, saw it was empty. He had taken the potion for dreamless sleep, then why was he dreaming? I would have thought they were the ingredients if I had bought from a chemist, but that he had prepared himself. He returned the bottle to the table, thinking, stood by a brief pause to allow his leg to stabilize and then went to his baggage to get new pajamas.

After a spell of cleaning, wear a fresh pajamas, went back to bed when he noticed that the room he sat &

A cold shiver ran down her back and stiffened with bated breath. Someone was standing in the middle of the garden about ten feet facing the Inn. No, he corrected himself mentally was not looking at the Inn, if not the porch toward him. He was about to back instinctively, but then the figure moved slightly and the moonlight bathed the broad shoulders covered with black leather, elegant line lit a sturdy legs, captured the blue waves a head of black hair.

Draco gasped and ended up opening the door to leave the porch, but for the momenthad reached the railing, the figure was gone, vanishing as if it had never been there. She leaned on the wooden balustrade frantically checking the gardens, but there was nobody there.

He straightened up, hugged his chest, his body shaken by a deep cold. I had seen ... What had he seen?

"By God!" He exclaimed in a whisper back to the door. What the hell was going on tonight?

Ignoring the enclosed feeling of the room, locked the doors andand that was in front of the inn where he was staying. The Ministry had to deal with that mess now, and it took hours to contact a magician who worked undercover inside the morgue to replace the body by a passer-transformed and transferred to the real victim into the hands of the Ministry. It was late afternoon when Draco was invited to accompany the investigators to inspect.

Draco did not like morgues, but he had spent enough time on them when he worked as an Auror. Walked in cold, sterile, the two men behind and stayed behind while e When you put aside, he took the wand closer to the body, murmuring spells developers. Several things happened immediately. The body was covered with a fine luster, deep blue, an indicator of death. In turning the brightness had runes on the wounds and the head of the victim, each a clue to the cause of his death. And time. Draco stared at a hieroglyph that said 12:17 and felt that his hand trembled. Muttered another spell, one that your fellow Americans did not know and could see the runic symbol for the name of Harry appear quickly on that frontand white ash before returning to disappear just as quickly.

"What's new?" Asked one of the two young officers with greedy eyes. Draco watched amazed to make your aura reading and runic scales, he gave them a glance.

"Just more of the same," he replied. No one on this side of the ocean has yet discovered that Harry's wand was involved in killings and sought to keep it as I could. He stepped back, keeping the wand and then dry your sweaty handsiacute; you could lie to that distance. "

" Hermione, I know what I saw, "replied hotly feeling that began to bother.

"Forgive me, but I think you saw what you wanted to see," Hermione said softly. "Think about what you are suggesting. Harry has been missing for nearly twenty years without saying a word either you or us. That even though their marriage was not working, abandoned her children. You left you. "Here he paused to look serene. "He never would have done isor, Draco. Not the man we knew. "Draco stared at her, knew what he was saying made sense. He sighed, leaning on his heels. He strummed the leg, but that she had needed to tell him what had just told him, had needed his head fríay your common sense. I was so tired I felt the head - usually calm - as full of cotton, and rational thought seemed on the verge of collapse. He nodded, sighing softly.

"You're right," he said softly. "Of course, you're right."

She studied

sadly. "I do not have it."

"I know, love," he breathed. "I know, I know."

cases discussed a few more minutes, then talked about their children and things of the Ministry before ending the call. He rose to rest on a desk nearby, hating the fact that almost all the conversations via flu were to develop in the soil. Several minutes passed before she felt strong enough leg to get him out of the office securely.

already passed the eight when he left the Ministry, orgo the breeze. A shiver ran down her skin and pressed the hand that held his wand as he inspected the murky shadows. He heard a soft sound to his left and the neck hair stood on end when he turned and saw that he was not alone. came out of the shadows, moving with stealth so elegant that it was both beautiful and terrifying. He pulled his wand from his sleeve, but at the same time pointed it at them realized that there was no way they could fight alone against so many. There were at least twelve, maybe fifteen, their faces were hidden by shadows, but his movements were resolute, determineds. Feet well supported and continued to hold the wand at the ready even when they seemed ... float around until it was virtually surrounded. And he could feel their eyes when they were completely immobile.

"I'm not hurt," he managed finally, grateful that he had heard his voice quiet, looked at them one by one to the face. "I was just following someone I thought ..." was interrupted when a senior came and Draco could see the tousled black hair.

"What you thought, what?" Asked a vowand rolled a sleeve of a dark coat, he heard a muttered spell and figure before it changed the appearance of Harry Potter to one that could recognize, one that had not seen in almost twenty years . "Gautlier," exhaled.

The man laughed in front of him and was not a pleasant sound. **

"Bravo, young Malfoy," said the approach studying carefully. "Or maybe not so young as you? You're still handsome, but you have not taken good care. You look tired. Trouble sleeping? Maybe ... havedo to mine, my disciples? These are my children, my pets, do whatever they say. Are you ready to do whatever they ask for and become the new Dark Lord.

vampires around him murmured and hissed discovered the tusks and Draco knew he had little chance to get out of this alive. It was the only one with a beating heart and knew that they could hear, they could smell his blood. They also began to move uneasy, not forward, if not to the sides, creating a circle around them. Draco glanced the for luldquo; Oh, please. It is not that difficult. The person in possession of the wand of Harry Potter ... is himself. "

Draco listened, heard the words, but took a moment to understand. He wanted to wet her lips, but also had dry mouth and tongue was stuck to the palate. "I do not ..." He shook his head. "It is not possible." "Is not it?" Gautlier asked smirking. Draco shook her head more vigorously.

"He's dead," he whispered. "Lor watched him die. "

" No, "said the Frenchman almost kindly. "I saw wounded. Did not see him die. " Draco looked at her blankly, his hands were numb it, but he continued to point to the man. "Yes. I saw him die! "

The handsome vampire shook his head slowly. "Malfoy," she sighed indulgent, a bit closer. "You did not see Harry Potter die. He did not die from injuries suffered in that battle. "Draco raised his wand until it was up to his face and tried to keepsigned even though the legs were shaking.

"I never would have disappeared just like that," he argued. "Not if he had survived. Would have found a way to let us know, would come to us. " " You are very sure of it, right? Are you so sure of love I had to not think there is any circumstance that could have decided to move away? "

Draco shook his head with such force that he fell on the fringe eyebrows. "None."

"ES o do not know him so well as you thought. " Now it was Draco's turn to hiss, to show its teeth. "You're a liar," he said heatedly. "A damn liar. It would not have abandoned her children and just because other ... "

" Ah, children. "Gautlier's smile became fierce. "So young, so sweet. So vulnerable. So impressionable. Perhaps a parent would move away from their children to avoid knowing what had become. "

Draco opened his mouth when he suddenly felt charged"Stroked almost word obscenity" became vulnerable. Received a stunning spell strong enough in the chest. Undoubtedly it would have been recovered. "He stopped his lips curling into a wicked parody of a smile. "But I survived me." Draco felt his eyes began to itch, he could feel the bile in my throat and went down to sheer willpower. "You ... you ... "could not finish the idea, could not bring himself to say it.

"Are you impressed, Malfoy?" Provoked him mercilessly. "Qerhaps was right away if this is how you react to what has become. Then the vampire

moved so quickly and wildly in a moment was in front of Draco and the next behind him, with a strong arm like steel on his throat, pressing it against her chest wall as hard as granite. Draco struggled, his wand was practically useless to Gautlier behind. He kicked him in the thigh when the leg hurt and he turned, the vampire took the opportunity to grab your wrist and tighten. Draco could hear how it broke his bone,Aricia entire length of her jugular and very reluctantly, felt the heat through her body and shuddered again, but for a completely different reason. He felt the vampire laugh against his skin, and cursed the reaction of your body even when he struggled to distance themselves from the wave of lust that swept over him. "Give it up, sweetie," heard the voice humming in your ear. "Then I offer you a pleasure as you've ever known. You will welcome death in my arms, Draco Malfoy. Beg me to kill you ... "he felt the other black hair brushed against himcheek while his hand was hard to stop his chest and undid her coat to slip inside and caress her stomach. She gasped when his hand came down again to finish closing in on him, pressing it gently over pants while a sharp incisors tearing his skin. "Oh, that you like, right? I knew that this would be some time, many years ago. Tart knew you'd be the perfect ... "then stopped and Gautlier could feel Draco tilted his head. "It's getting hard against my hand," announced theDraco to darkness and shame felt invaded, it was true. "You really are willing to look just as I have a lover, Potter?" Even in the fog of his excitement, Draco heard what he said and opened Gautlier eyes immediately. He looked into the eager faces before him, who looked with lust obscene, but then looked further into the gnarled branches of trees to the fence and the graves. I could see very little in the dark, but his heart began to beat irregularly dentber of his chest.

"Ah, I feel, Potter," shouted triumphantly Gautlier. "Like me. Are you really going to watch anything else while making it one of us? You disappoint me ... "Draco felt his head move with him while Gautlier checked the cemetery with his eyes. He tried to catch my breath even while his hand on his penis pressed hard enough to make moan of pain. "I know you're there, damn!" Shouted Gautlier. "I know you're looking! Well, if you're willing to sacrifice, & Ikkesht, who am I to deny it? "

A searing pain pierced her throat when the incisors cut their skin, but the cry was heard in the cemetery did not come from his mouth. It was creepy, a sound of pain and then anger and chaos reigned. At one point, we were cutting the throat and the next and there was no pain and was flooded with warm liquid fell on his neck and chest, on his arms, his hands. The arm around her throat was loosened and the body fell behind him, he fell to his knees with his hands on his throat, his blood dripping through his fingers. Is o & ia

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Title: Affections Rivals
Author: Alexis Kemp
Rating: R
Summary: Forced to give Harry and Draco work to drive you home. When he discovers that begins to feel something toward his rival school ... "Draco corresponds to their feelings or will resist until they give up Harry?

Chapter 8: First Day Nerves

students not only felt the stomach CHT echo knotMLXC for the first day of school. Draco felt butterflies in your belly to wake up this morning, glanced out his bedroom, which was familiar to him now and sighed. This was the first day of the rest of his life.

He got out of bed reluctantly to go slowly to the shower, letting the hot water jet relax the muscles that were strained during the night as a result of your dreams I flash. This made him think of other things that help relax tense muscles, but they took that idea of the head. XC

"Cereal?" He asked.

"Toast," he corrected.

Draco lifted his nose and poured a bowl of cereal sitting next to Teddy. In the stomach needed to have more than toast to deal with the multitude of students who were about to cry require attention.

"Are you excited?" Asked Teddy.

CHTMdre had said when he expressed the same disgust for the girls when he went in first.

Teddy looked confused. "But neither you nor I like Harry."

"Uh, well, no. What I meant is that if we like, but not girls, "he added with a laugh.

knew that Harry was paying attention, but to the untrained eye, appeared to be immersed in his task. But Draco knew that nobody, not even the mighty Harry Potter could focus on both t washraster.

"Have you ever been in love?" Asked Teddy.

Draco shook his head. "Not in the traditional sense." Harry looked up at the talk, I was not sure why the child wanted to know.

"So when did you know that you do not like girls?" He asked.

"I think we always knew, but it was after the waror made a comment that took him by surprise. "Is this how you will wear your hair in your first day?" He asked with a face of pain.

Teddy opened his mouth running to look in the mirror. "Is it wrong? Would you change the color? "

" Maybe a blonde would be nice, "Draco suggested.

Teddy stuck his tongue, but either way he changed his hair blond, though it was gold, such as Narcissa, instead of the tone plateiera take a look.

Harry did not look to speak. "What were you thinking?" He asked harshly.

"Nothing," Draco admitted. "I should not have said anything."

"No, you should not. In the same way that I have I the right to disclose the rumor that your father got into the Quidditch team, you had no right to expect that, "she whispered angrily.

"Potter, sorry. Is that about girlse; or react to anything I do or say, provided you, "replied leaning heavily against the wall.

Harry's face softened and slipped a gentle hand on Draco's cheek. "He lived with me for four years, Malfoy. And before that, I saw him almost every week. There is a bond that can form in a few weeks. But it will, I promise. "

Draco rolled his eyes ignoring the shift that gave the chest to feel the touch of Harry. "Ah, but you're the great and powerful Harry Potter. Nothing Ithen it can never compare to that. "

Harry withdrew his hand quickly to put it in the pocket of his robe. "It's good to know that you have finally admitted defeat," he said.

"I ... not true. It's just ... even you have to admit you're a difficult person to beat in any respect, "lamenting that Draco stammered Harry's hand was no longer on his cheek and wondering what words would an fact that the removed.

CHTMdied and even then never was brave enough to call Severus.

Harry chuckled ignoring the question to go instead to the hall to the door. "Teddy," he cried. "Time to go."

Draco growled at the long road ahead, and to complete the picture, it was raining. But Harry caught him up the stairs to his study instead of going through the front door. Teddy followed him closely and Draco took the final, just in time to see Harry putting Teddy in the huge fireplace quand in front of him.

Teddy disappeared with a green flash and Draco could not help smiling pleased by the fact that they would have to walk in the rain. "Where does? Does the principal's office? "

" No, mine, "Harry said throwing more dust the fireplace flu. "Just say 'Gryffindor Office'," he said, Draco obeyed him entering it and clearly stating their destination.

Arrives in a roomdecent size. All the walls were lined with mahogany bookcases, each with carved lions at the base, whose tails reached the third or fourth panel. At the top of each bookseller had marble statues of red phoenix whose wings almost touching the next.

"Damn Gryffindor," Draco cursed under his breath in jest.

"Hey, watch out. Maybe I'll be in Gryffindor, "he boasted Teddy from the door.

"I will not make fun if you get in Hufflepuff,"Draco said laughing.

put Teddy's face trouble opening the office door. "Tell Harry that went to great dining," and shouted out.

"Great, now I'm just a messenger," he murmured.

He addressed a large desk in the center of the room that had two big chairs in front and one behind. The surface was mostly clean, but could see that the director had left one or two scrolls memorandum to Harry read to returne, l automatically start combing, or rather try to accommodate you comb your hair and tie.

Harry Draco looked back smiling and quickly hitting the desk. Harry straightened up and then go to the scrolls that was on the surface. As revised, Draco continued inspecting her office. Starting with the empty portrait over the fireplace was.

family wanted to know which teacher was late or hanging around looking over your shoulder all the d & amor turning to Harry. "Do you feel sad?" Immediately asked trying to get a response.

Harry simply put eyes without biting the hook. "I have no reason to do so."

"Aja," sneered leaning on the mantelpiece watching check your mail.

"I have not changed anything, Mr. Malfoy," he heard a deep voice from the portrait. "Do you still bother letting you easily Potter? ”

Draco turned to be face to face with his former professor of potions. He left quite surprised that Severus Snape, the last person who would have thought were there, hanging neatly in the wall of the office of Harry the Gryffindor office wall.

"Lord," you greeted promptly and courteously.

Snape made a gesture of disgust and turned to look at Harry who smiled broadly. "Is this a new game of yours, Harry? Does watching MalfoyPotter, but would have enough time to understand in the coming weeks that would live and work together.

Suddenly the idea of leaving home to move Potter cozy one you own was a daunting idea, but knew in his heart that was the best. Meanwhile, do what I could to understand everything I could about the man who was walking beside her, so close that could extend his hand to hold.

had to make a supreme effort not to implement the idea.

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A slight smile curled the corners of the mouth of Harry. "Yes, but that is different than you think I'm fine."

If

knew him well, Harry could have suspected it was pink blush staining her cheeks Draco. "Well, certainly you're not overweight, but you should be careful what you eat."

Harry shrugged. "Just as well during the summer. When school starts I'm too busy to cook, also the way I satI,. "Once school starts, the two will be too busy to let anything happen."

"I know," said Harry, his voice like stone. "Is that ... I can not. "

He turned out of the studio located on the top floor, but when it came to the floor, Draco grabbed her hips harshly to flip. Was almost nose to nose with the beautiful Slytherin and all I wanted to do was to continue the kiss.

"Damn,Potter. What is the problem? Only sex, "the voice hissed frantic Harry suspected that Draco had intended.

"For me there is only sex, Malfoy. Every time I do something like that with someone else, give a part of me and I can not afford to give a hand as big as you would take, especially when you are not willing to give something back, "he replied curtly.

Draco waited until you refute something that discussed that deliver & iacuteor, took out the spoon, or sprinkled what was cooking. If the room had half the passion that poníaa when preparing a meal for four innings, Draco knew it would be worth the wait.

only that patience was something he practiced with moderacióny in any way was his strong point.

deep breath to inhale the aromas of what Harry was preparing. I was cooking lamb chops in a huge wood-burning grill that had just one side of the door, cranberries and apples seasoned cooked separately in theHarry would be volatile at best and a disaster at worst, and was not willing to risk his new career for the small possibility that there was something between them.

But that did not wish it less. In fact, perhaps had the opposite effect. Draco was found clinging to every word that Harry said, every gesture he made, and now even dreamed of life that would lead the two to live in this beautiful villa making happy each other regularly.

But it was silly. Draco livedin the real world, and it was not sweet dreams, no fairies and happily ever after.

the end one of two things echaríaa lose and that would make it a nightmare having to work alongside Harry.

"I know what you're proposing, Andromeda, but I'm afraid it's impossible. Potter has nothing to offer. "Draco replied.

"I thought my sister had taught you not to be silly," she said biting. & Liquiera know if it's true. "

" Just look at his eyes. Harry has the most expressive eyes, they always tell you the truth no matter what their lips forming words, "she whispered, patting him on the cheek before walking into the kitchen where sat in a chair next to Teddy.

Draco would have loved to check everything in the eyes of Harry, the only drawback was that emerald green orbits were death traps that would pull his soul in its depths.

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XC He shook the feeling of apprehension to join the others in the small island used as a table. The food was delicious, the meat tender and juicy, blueberry pie and apples fresh and tasty. It was the perfect farewell meal.

Because that's how it felt ... as the last supper.

both be leaving tomorrow heading to school in which they spent most of the day observing and instructing students who lived within its walls. In the evening return very late, and althoughacute; to worry? Wondering if I forget Harry, wondering if the man who wanted so absurdly atrásy encontraríaa what someone would fill their shoes.

"You have passed, Potter," said still unable to shake the dizziness from the bowels.

"Thanks, Malfoy. You know? There are more than the mousse, if you are interested, "said Harry with a wink.

"Provocative," murmur & amp; oacute; Draco and Harry laughed.

"Draco ate dessert before dinner? That's unfair, "cried Teddy.

"Draco tried a little test shoot I did this afternoon," Harry corrected him.

A shudder ran through the back of Draco to hear his first name of Harry's lips. "So was your chocolate lab rat," she asked.

Harry shrugged, &cute; to, "he whispered as he began to assemble the plates and cups to accommodate them haphazardly in the sink.

Draco stood at his side, and with a flick of the wand dishes rose to float in the air washing themselves to be shining clean. Harry's laughter made him turn to him inquiringly.

"Never do anything without magic," she asked.

"Why should I?" Draco asked, completely shocked. CHT

MLXC Harry put his hand gently over hers causing another shudder runs throughout your body. "Would you try? Why me? "

Draco rolled his eyes, but was still pale and delicate hands in the sink. He grimaced as he felt the food between your fingers. "I do not like at all," he said at last after washing only three dishes.

Harry laughed and nodded. "Well, at least you tried."

"I do not understand why you always do things the muggle way," said Draco.

"Some have no choice," said Harry through clenched teeth and eyes averted.

"What? I've seen you use magic, do not tell me you can not, "Draco dropped. And it was true, he had seen, but not often.

"No, I can ... is simply that it should not, "replied Harry.

"Would you mind to explain?" Asked Draco approaching.

Harry immediately retreated a step. "In fact, rather not. Just suffice to say that there are reasons to do things as I do, "he sighed.

"I do not understand," said Draco squeezing Harry's arms from his people. He could feel the desire for another man running away from the crack below the surface and wanted to avoid.

"Look, Draco, I said a lot. Leave

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Title: Fire Commemorated
Author: oldenuf2nb
Rating: NC-17
Summary: One thinks the other is dead, 'was killed' and went just before a vampire to save him, so his death has been suffering all this time. Finally, a vampire who decides it's time to see again. Happy ending, EWE.

FIRE COMMEMORATED

Chapter 2

Then Draco leaned forward to save the letterin hiding, turning the key at the very moment that the exterior office door open. He straightened up and felt his heart quicken a bit as soon as his son entered his office, closing the door softly behind him.

was so handsome, thought not for the first time. Taller than him, the same shade of platinum hair, though his sharp features had been softened by the genes of her mother. Scorpius's eyes were brown like Astoria and his chin was square instead of tapered. In his twenties he was tall, thin, thought Draco, much more guapo him, and by far a better person. He was dressed in a navy blue suit, a blue-gray silk shirt following his father's preference for muggle clothing. Draco stood up and tried to smile as his son crossed the office to him, but did not fool Scorpius, never had been done. At the time he reached out, the boy studied his father's red eyes with an expression that existed between sympathy and understanding. Draco shook, but Scorpius put his other hand on top of his father and imprisoned in his.

"Good morning, Father," he said softly shaking handsher affair with Harry Potter never left the inner circle of it. Sabíay Ron Draco had hated for so long that his reaction was not unexpected. He hated the whole thing, he hated that Harry cheated to Ginny, but never stopped being his friend. Hermione had heard, but at the time hardly seemed surprised by the relationship that existed between the two Aurors. After Harry's death, became a haven of tranquility friendly and compassionate in the shattered existence of Draco and still remained a good friend. Ginny never told's name. Never understand that Providence was the one who smiled during that dark time, because although he was disappointed Scorpius, the love he felt for his father never hesitated. Moreover, more united. And you'd never know that he had told his wife Narcissa, because for some strange reason, Astoria did not attend the press did not tell their parents and never again say anything directly on the matter. Of course that did not stop turned into a miserable bitch who made snide comments and happily spent all the money he could lay hands, but he created & iacuera. The occasions on which his father had called at his desk, were occasions for terror, he never would make your child feel less than it was, ever.

"What you have in mind?" Draco asked, crossing her long legs so elegantly as permitted by the rigidity of the right thigh.

"This morning I saw Mrs. Weasley," Scorpius began edging over the fold of his dark pants. Draco waited watching the face of his son as he appeared to choose his words carefully. "I asked you to intercede on their behalf. & Amp; rdquo;

Draco sighed to himself. I knew what it was that and they had told Hermione he was not interested.

"If it comes to Americans ..."

"Father," said Scorpius raised his brown eyes to his. "Please listen before you say no."

looked so anxious and Draco sounded so serious that he agreed with a slight nod, even when he felt a twinge of annoyance against Secretary Substitute Weasley.

"The situation has become ... more serious, "dIJO smoothly. "It's definitely something happening, something dark and people in power fear that they have a problem similar to that we had so many years ago."

Draco did not need any explanation for the enigmatic words policies of his son to know what he meant.

"They think they have a Dark Magician," asked a little ironic.

"They think they have a potential," said Scorpius. "And quite frankly feel a little embarrassed. Have never dealt with something and are desperate for someone toacute, looking calm even when he had his fists clenched on the arms of the chair.

"Sorry, sir."

Draco swallowed hard, then shook his head before returning to open his eyes. His first thought was to reassure his son when he saw the blush on the cheeks of Scorpius.

"No, that's fine," he said heavily. "My father was ... intimately connected with Riddle. And I was ... nearby. Frequently. Often enough to understand that the man was a monster and my father an idiot. "He paused, feeling the full weight of his forty-eight to & n;.

"And there's more. Last night was new information, "continued when Draco was silent a moment. Draco was not sure if I wanted to know what was going to say next, but nodded careful that their child will continue. "Al .. Apparently there is a ... watchful also, someone who is fighting this sinister threat, someone who is acting as a mercenary. "

Draco frowned. "Surely the Ministry."

"No, sir," interrupted politely Scorpius. & Amp; ldquo; not nobody from the Ministry. They think it is being funded by a private source ... "He paused and licked his lips as if he was nervous again, looked down coffee at the knees.

"Go on, son," Draco urged him gently. Scorpius looked up seeing his face almost sorry.

"They could find the trace of the signature magic wand left mercenary." That cold shiver go back to Draco's skin while studying the frown on his son.

"is that ofp; oacute; way or relaxed as he settled into his first-class cabin luxury British Airways jet after purser review its handsome black wool coat and had given the cup of Cognac that had , has requested. I was too nervous, anxious and tense. If the information he had given his son was too disturbing, which gave Hermione Granger had been much more.

Almost as soon as Scorpius had left, Malfoy left the building and walked the four blocks that separated him and Hermione Weasley Ministry admitted in his office almost immediately. Her reddish brown eyess by fatigue and were overshadowed by dark circles too many sleepless nights. He offered coffee and a chair and then showed him what I had.

He reviewed the reports of the American Minister, with each passing page increased his anxiety while she sips her coffee bebíaa. When he reached the last report looked up to discover watching carefully.

"It is impossible," he muttered.

She had shaken her head emphatically.

"It is not," he said. & LdquoHarry and senior members of the Wizengamot.

heard the soft roar of the huge jet engines while it rolled down the runway staring at the track bleak and windswept, but his mind was on that day off; the crowd dressed in black and up, the clouds dark and ominous. Ginny Weasley with her three young children bravely standing near the coffin, James, red, auburn hair's baby in her arms and little Albus, of the same age as her green eyes Scorpius wide with confusion. He was attracted by the young replica of Harry but were maintainedor away from them. I could not see them in the eye, could not talk to the widow, could not go to the family to offer condolences. Maybe Ginny was burying her husband, but he had lost his reason for living.

only thing that kept him sane was Scorpius. Scorpius

needed it. That was said repeatedly every day. Scorpius needed him, his mother needed him. So he lived his life, or what was left of it. Never, never in the nineteen years since that night, there was evidence that they were still somewhere Harry and his wand. Up

to what? I did not. All I knew was that I had to keep moving forward and it was imperative to reach its destination, nothing was ever as important as the fact of getting to where I was.

And then he was wrapped in warmth, sweetness, seductive and smooth against his face like a lover's hair, moving through his veins like a heady wine.

"Draco," he whispered gently a dark voice in his ear. Their sound had lit fires believed extinct forever auLXC "I'm sure," gasped the body reacting fiercely to the pleasure. "God, please, I'm sure!"

The hand that imprisoned her hair was somewhat less than gentle, and felt his head atrásy pulled aside. "Toccata," the silky voice instructed him while her tongue traced the throbbing pulse beneath his chin. I felt a sweet languor, nipples contracted it so far and so fast that it was slightly painful, his breath stuck in his throat while his erection palpitobacco, leaving drops of pre seminal fluid on her flat stomach. A gentle hand closed on hers and his fingers curled around his penis that desperately jumped into the palm of Draco.

"I love you," the voice whispered to her throat. "I have loved for so long, always will. Remember that. Always ... "

The words sent through your body a wave of relief accompanied by a profound joy. Tears fell from his eyes and kept quiet when he felt a hardness pressed against sor narrow opening, tried to provide the way to force your muscles to accept what had been denied for so long ...

felt the burning of the penetration right at the same time as another sharp pain pierced his throat, he gasped and arched to realize what was, what was happening .. . but then it accelerated pulse and pain of possession were swept away by the emergence of ecstasy deeper ...

"Harry!" Sobbed when he lost all coherent thoughte. ..

"Sir? Sir? Wake up, sir. "

Draco winced and blinked confused looking at the worried face above hers. For a split second he felt the panic came over him, because he did not remember where I was, or who was the face, and his pulse had already accelerated , thon started, uncomfortably. But then he felt the subtle vibration of the plane, he heard the dull roar of the engines and recognized the young face veiHTMLXC "Lord, okay?"

confused Draco blinked again and wiped tears from her face with shaking hands. "I'm fine," he quickly said the purser. "I ... a nightmare ... "

" Of course. "A hand appeared in his line of sight holding what looked like a folded handkerchief. Held it, feeling it warm and moist against his hand. She wiped her face quickly, then came to his mind an idea and looked alarmingly quick commissioningidamente.

"I did not ... noise, right? "asked feeling the color rise in his face. The purser's strong body prevented him from seeing the other first class passengers, but also realized with a sudden rush of gratitude, he escondíaa others.

"No," he said kindly man whose name, Drew, was engraved on a plate. "I just realized that it looked ... distressed. Not cause any problems. "

sighed again and feeling relieved termin &a plantation along the Ashley River, on the outskirts of the city.

had paid little attention to history class received from the taxi that took him from the airport, because the head was pricked and he was exhausted. The flight from London landed at La Guardia, New York where he had to wait two hours before taking the next flight, in a much smaller plane bound for Charleston. By the time he arrived in South Carolina and had 14 hours away from London, the leg had been numb to such a degree that he limped painfully to each paand so the last thing I wanted was to 'see the sights. " Passing in the car for the scenic Ashley River Road and see the rolling countryside, thought it was wonderful and was fascinated with the rows found gray moss hanging from the trees rocked ; NDOS in the breeze like a delicate ribbon. But above all this, had wanted a drink and a bed to get to the hostel.

Arriving had occasion to feel grateful again for the efficiency of Harper. The girl who had been in what was once a luxurious main lounge waswith a severe leg injury and during his later years he never went beyond the first floor. "

The woman had opened a heavy door dark wood and guided him to a magnificent suite. There was once a living room with an elaborate parquet floors, a huge fireplace with a stunning mahogany mantel surrounded by period furniture upholstered in green velvet. She had continued to move around the room pointing out various points in its path. "The bar is in the closet, and here -"

& aORT bahíay overlook the park, "he said as he turned toward him with a polite smile on his face. "If the opening in the afternoon, comes a lovely breeze from the harbor. Please let me know if I can be of further assistance. "

" It's lovely, thank you, "he answered sincerely to look around. She had consented to their leaving from standing in the center of the room studying what could only be described as a tribute to all representative of Gryffindor. Sighing, he had removed his coat, room & iacuteand, to left on a nearby chair, then he removed his jacket and tie, then shoes with the same feet, open his collar and was lying on the bed savoring the mattress with a hedonistic pleasure. It follows that he had learned was that it was dark and had raised the bed sleepy. When he came shuffling and all aching to the parlor, he found a tray with a lid on the coffee table was in front of the fireplace.

"Mr. Malfoy, "said the note attached. "Mr. Harper said he likes the cheese and fruit. For fnot in the parlor. It was low season and he was one of only three guests. Habitacióny stayed at breakfast tea and toast, and was finishing his meal when a young driver in uniform appeared at the door.

"Mr. Malfoy, "he asked gently. Draco looked up from the newspaper to be politely being studied.

"Yes?"

"I'm here to take you to your meeting with the Minister HTMLXC She pushed aside the curtain when he stopped moving and was faced with an atrium quite similar to the Ministry of Magic in London.

I was surprised to learn years ago that the American Congress of Magic (as he was called in that country) in New York was not even in Washington DC, next to the Muggle government but in Charleston, South Carolina. And when asked about Hermione, as she seemed to know everything about everything, did not disappoint.

"Well," he said with the air of a teacher at the beginning of class, & ldquoo; Charleston is one of the oldest cities in the United States and the first magicians who settled in North America tended to head towards the southern states. South Carolina, Georgia, Louisiana. There was a small settlement in New England, but we know how that the population was magic, right? "He arched an eyebrow ironically. Draco supposed to have some sense, if he were a magician in the late seventeenth century, would also have kept as far away from Salem, Massachusetts. Outside the elevator habíau