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“Read it yourself. I’m going to go shower.”

“We have Potions first period you know.” Harry warned, knowing that this kind of shower for Draco would be a long one.

“Oh I know, and if I actually make it to that class at all I will be very surprised.”

“I should be making a comment about the unfairness of it all” Harry muttered as his eyes scanned the letter. “Who’s Mr. Archeon?”

“Mr. Achilles Archeon is the man who looked after my father’s will while he was alive.” Draco explained over his shoulder as he left the room.

Harry frowned slightly as he read the tiny, scrawling script. Something about reading Draco’s father’s will after his wake, which was in three days. It assured Draco that while the Malfoy Gringotts accounts were frozen until the reading of the will, Draco’s personal one would remain open for his use, as it was not owned by his father at his father’s time of death, but by Draco himself.

It also said that after the divorce his father had made Draco’s godfather Professor Severus Snape, Draco’s legal guardian if he should pass away before Draco reached legality. Then, and Harry assumed that this was the part Draco had been upset about, it stated that Narcissa Malfoy had already declared her intention to challenge the transfer of Draco’s guardianship from herself to Snape and the man wrote that he could only assume that she would also challenge any inheritance Draco might receive from his departed father. But, it said, even though Draco would not reach the legal age of seventeen until June fifth of that year, a little less than four months away, in light of certain new developments there may be a way for Draco to enter into legality despite his age, should the rumors prove true.

Should the rumors prove true? Harry gulped. The man couldn’t be talking about that rumor, could he? And even if he was, why would Harry’s relationship (if you could call a few scattered kisses and one make-out session a relationship) with Draco have anything to do with Draco becoming legal in the Wizarding World before his birthday?

Harry caught up with Hermione a few minutes before breakfast ended as she made her way down to the dungeons for Potions.

“What are the ways that you can become legal in the Wizarding World?” Harry asked breathlessly, thoughts jumbled in his head, and gasping from his run up from his and Draco’s rooms.

Hermione looked surprised for a moment before answering, “The legal age in the Wizarding World is seventeen, so anyone becomes legal if they turn seventeen. However, in older wizarding custom, marriages were arranged at birth and the children to be married were usually engaged at fifteen. This started the tradition that a wizard or witch could become legal in the Wizarding World after becoming engaged. They needed that…” Hermione searched for the right word, “flexibility…in order to plan their weddings. And the guy in the relationship had to be able to provide for his wife, and so on.” The look on Hermione’s face showed exactly how enamored with that idea she was…not very much at all. “Why do you ask, Harry?” she questioned him a second later, suddenly curious.

“No reason. Just wondered,” Harry said quickly.

Hermione didn’t buy it for an instant. “Harry, what’s going on?” She paused. “This has to do with Malfoy doesn’t it?”

“No! Well…yes, it kinda does, but it’s not what you’re thinking!” Harry sputtered as Hermione’s face held a look of disapproval. “And we’re going to be late to Potions if we don’t hurry,” Harry changed the subject, grateful for a distraction. He wasn’t ready to have a conversation with Hermione about what she had just told him, not yet.

Harry sat on his rarely-slept-in bed paying absolutely no attention to the Transfiguration essay he was supposed to be working on. He’d gone through the rest of the day in the exact same manner he still didn’t know how he managed to get through Potions without destroying himself utterly by his lack of concentration he couldn’t even remember going to Divination and Transfiguration was all a blur to him. But somehow he found himself here, after dinner, supposedly working on his Transfiguration essay while Draco wrote back to that Archeon person.

It was crazy, utterly and horribly crazy. And yet he hadn’t been able to take his eyes off Draco for the rest of the day when the blonde was around. That was probably why Transfiguration was so blurry and he had no idea about what he should be writing this essay on. His thoughts were all scrambled up in his head, popping into conscious thought at peculiar moments. ‘Why was he so angry about the mention of those rumors?’ had slipped into his mind when Snape was talking about skewering butterfly wings…or at least that’s what Harry hoped he had been talking about. ‘Maybe he wasn’t, maybe he was just angry because of what Narcissa Malfoy had done. Or maybe he was angry about the veiled comment about the rumors,’ had repeated around in his head during Divination. And the worst, ‘What if he was angry because he would never want me romantically?’ popped up right around dinnertime. Harry had almost choked on the air he was breathing, causing Ron to ask him if he was ok and Hermione to look at him suspiciously.

“Harry would you mind if you stopped staring at me? You haven’t blinked in the past five minutes. It’s rather disturbing.”

Harry blinked quickly a few times at Draco’s words. When he looked back at the blonde, Draco had returned to his letter and gave no sign of wanting to ask why Harry had been staring at him. It was strange but a small relief to Harry.

Whether Draco knew, guessed, or didn’t care about what Harry had been thinking of that evening was not broached by either of them, but Harry couldn’t help thinking as he fell asleep that night that Draco had probably guessed.