The Secret Between Us - Prt.2

Chapter Thirty.

Draco could feel all of the weight of the world on his shoulders. He looked from the man he'd once called his lover, then the other man of black hair, the one that he now considered family.

"Well, aren't you going to let me inside?" Theodore asked with a smile that revealed his teeth. "It is rude to leave a guest waiting," he mentioned as he tried his best to look past Draco and on to whomever he was trying to hide.

When Draco's grey eyes locked with Harry's, he knew something was wrong. "Love, who is it?" He asked, trying his best to take a peek at who it was that had knocked on his door. Draco ignored his husband, trying his best to hide Theodore's face, which really pissed Harry off. "Oi, I asked you a question."

"And I chose to not answer it," Draco bit, turning back to Theodore. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"M'lady sent me... It appears you haven't paid your end of the bargain."

"I'm trying-"

"Not well enough."

Draco looked over his shoulder, finding Harry with crossed arms glaring at him, and as they caught glances, Draco thought about his options, and when he made up his mind, he knew Harry would kill him, but closed the door behind him.

Theodore smirked, seeing the terror written all over Draco's eyes. "Married life doesn't look good on you," he snickered as Draco's face became even paler.

"You don't get to talk about my married life," sneered the blond. "If you're here about the wand, I'll get it. I can get it tonight, just... leave."

"Ah, scared Potter sees me here?"

Draco lowly growled, warning Theodore he was pushing it too far. Theodore clicked his tongue, almost the same way Zoe did when she was bored (it was a habit of her's he'd picked up). "Fine, fine-" he sighed, acting as if he had declared defeat. "I'm not here for the wand, not really. I'm here to talk."

"About?" Draco's voice was laced with caution. His arms were crossed, and eyebrows raised, waiting for Theodore to give him a good reason to not kick him off the property.

"Your vow, Accrington ordered me to-"

Theodore was cut off by the door behind Draco opening. The two jerked their head its way, where Harry peered his head from the crack. His eyes met those of Theodore's, then Draco. "Nott," he snarled as his eyes went back to those of Theodore's and his grin, which reminded Harry of the things he'd done during their years at Hogwarts.

"Potter," Theodore bit.

Harry rolled his eyes, looking back to his husband with a murdering glare. "Malfoy," Draco chriped in hopes that it would be able to cut the tension Harry had just created. Harry suppressed the smile that Draco had sparked with his nervous stance, he needed to be mad - and he would stay mad until he was given a good enough explanation as to why Nott out of all people was in his home. "Kreacher's here," he said with his eyes still on Draco. "Something happened at Grammuld."

Draco's eyes went wide. "Andromeda?"

"Don't know yet, get in."

Draco nodded, and let Harry walk in before turning his attention back to Theodore. "Midnight, tonight." The other man nodded, and vanished into a black cloud as Draco stepped back inside his home.

Kreecher was standing in the center of the room. He looked at the young Malfoy with uncertainty. His droopy ears had recognized the voice outside the home - he was the one who passed the Grimmauld Place wards - but Kreecher wasn't going to say anything until Harry motioned him to speak.