Mend A Broken Heart

Disclaimer: Everybody knows J.K Rowling made wrote the HP novels…

Pairing: Harry/Draco…so, ummm…yeah, SLASH

Summary: Harry catches Draco cheating on him. Hence, his departure from their lovely home was an immediate initiative and Draco never knew Harry's big surprise. After sixteen years, Harry and this old "big surprise" come back to England because Remus Lupin's death and some other purpose as well. Draco never knew he had a son. Harry, after all the past years, denies that he still loves Draco and yet, the blonde man was making him fall in love with him again and wanting to be near the son he never knew existed.

Heya! This story is just an experiment. I re-read some of my old sappy books and I want to kinda combine 'em all with some of my own stuff. Criticism is very much welcomed.

Prologue

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Harry's POV:

         'Sorry to interrupt.' 

         I believe those will be the last words that I will ever say to him. If not, then God has compelled me to say a few more words to Draco before I leave. Something willed me to stay and leave properly with dignity and at least some tenderness as well even if he has left me slyly under my nose. I guess that's one of my problems. I care too much, I trust too much even if that trust was unrequited for a couple of nights as of late.

         I guess with him, I just loved him so that a fake sense of security has overwhelmed me.

         I know that God must love Draco even more than He loves me. I know that you may think I'm being too modest and humble. But, really, He does.

 I decided to wait for him at the steps of our front porch, a medium-sized box in hand, thinking of ways how I should face him for the last time—hopefully the very last time. If tonight didn't happen at all, I would have cherished every second just to wait for him to show up, come home, lay in bed with me, and snuggle up with me as I scrutinize his beautiful features.

But, as fate had it, it wasn't bound to happen tonight—or even the nights before.

I have come to know the side of Draco who loves his work completely and ardent in every project he was to make like Hermione was back in Hogwarts. I never complained one bit for the first few months or so. I wanted Draco to be happy with what he was doing even if it has pained me for the next months that followed.

At first, it wasn't that bad really. He was appointed to a very high position in a colossal company even if he was so young and no whatsoever experience. Yet, we all know what the name 'Malfoy' can benefit one. He was ecstatic as I was for him getting a job that would burn his time. I didn't mind it. Actually I was relieved that he wouldn't feel useless and superfluous in our relationship as I felt he did when many a great amount of job offers were pining over me.

No, I didn't get to be an Auror as I have dreamed I would be even though I had enough N.E.W.T.'s and O.W.L's. That dream has slipped away from me like a sudden cool breeze would sweep its direction towards me in one fluid motion. If you were to have battled with the likes of Voldemort and his Death Eaters, I am sure you would know why the dream has been blasted into a million bits and new ones flooded their way toward me.

Nevertheless, the job of being a Healer instead suited me fine as in better ways helps people too. And Draco.

We were both successful in our own territory of profession. I was on the road towards being the best Healer nationwide, to my co-workers' envy as some of them were older than I or have stayed much longer in the company than the newbie that I was. Draco was adored by his boss; I thanked God that he wasn't like Percy at all.

As the months passed by, our usual 'dear time' was slowly erased from our daily agenda. He always woke up once the sun has shown, he was just going to grab some pastry and a cup of coffee at a nearby coffee shop; I wasn't expected until it was time for brunch, giving me time to laze around for a couple of minutes in the early morning if I should wake up beforehand. I was out by five in the late afternoon, time enough to wash up, take a short snooze, and cook our dinner even if he was the better cook; he labors for more than ten hours a day, stuck in his big fancy office with his team mercilessly dragged in his torturous zeal. Sometimes, Saturdays were tied up too.

Most of the times, I travel and so does he in different intervals. I always loved it whenever I surprise him by picking him up. It always puts a smile on his precious face. I know that he was tired inside but as he did mostly back in our teenage years, he masked it all if he wanted to. The face, which I have kissed, cherished, and gazed at for a bunch of times.

I guess that when he comes home tonight will be the last seconds where I could see his beauty. If I don't well up tears that is.

Maybe I didn't try too hard to at least hold up our usual doings. I noticed it for a long time and I didn't take action. Sure, I tried to initiate our make-out sessions but always had papers and cell phones securing him from my seductive acts. I kiss as often as I can but it is either, there isn't any Draco to kiss or it was just a plain kiss a boyfriend would give. When was the last time have we made love? When was there an actual passionate kiss?

But, I was actually fortunate this one time, like, a few weeks ago when we made love in our backyard. How happy I was at that time. And the weeks that followed.

I've always wondered if our relationship would disintegrate like all other failed relationship between lovers. Now, it gave me the answer.

Tonight, I decided to take him out to dinner, to tell him of my big surprise. I called up his secretary—old Mrs. Fitzgerald—to let her know that I would be picking her sexy boss up in a few. By the sound of her tone, she seemed hesitant. Certainly, this was not the usual Mrs. Fitzgerald. Anyroad, I told her to keep the reception door open because I know she will be going home much sooner than Draco.

Oh, knowing how I felt just an hour ago made the tears pierce my eyelids, signaling me of the escape. I thought, why not cry now than to let him see me bawl like a baby in front of him. God, how I hate crying in front of him. 

Recalling that devastating moment was pure torture for me.

As I walked through the doors of the reception area, I remembered the tingly sensation in the pit of my stomach as I recall the feeling of love that I felt for Draco back then. He never failed to give me these unusual feelings inside me just knowing that I was his and he was mine.

I padded across the room as silent as a cat would be, reached for Draco's office's doorknob, careful not to make its hinges creak loudly, then the scene right before me shouted in front of me like the force of a gale.

There, sitting on his swivel chair, was just not my Draco but a co-worker of his that I was introduced to in a party before as 'Marie'. A co-worker by the name of Marie. But, I knew then that she was a straight up bitch and she was going to be a handful as she clearly coveted for my Draco. Yes, people, he was having sex with a woman by the name of Marie. My supposedly homosexual boyfriend was cheating on me with his co-worker, which so happens to be a now naked woman named Marie.

The smell of lust, seduction, and wanton sex was in the air and my senses were in overdrive. The sounds of moans, pants, groans, and the slapping of skin seemed to sound twice as loud as it normally is. The image of my lover and another woman was way too much for my eyes to believe. The scene before me stung my eyes as an onion would, as it is being sliced and diced into small imperfect cubes. Tears threatened to fall down, stream down my cheeks. My lower jaw hurt from gaping and the attempt to suppress the sound of hurt and the resonance of pure anger that wanted it to be heard.

My heart shattered into a thousand pieces. Each small piece breaking into another set of small pieces and these pieces making a set of their own bits like a chain reaction until there was none left unbroken. My whole body was trembling and a big lump has formed itself in my throat, knees wanted to buckle and let go. My body wanted to give up, to shut down completely.

But, with an unknown power, I stood there like a maniac, like a son catching his parents do things that they would never have planned on doing in front of their little boy's eyes.

There, Marie was practically riding my boyfriend. A woman wanting for more; physical pleasure clouding her vision, lust deceiving her soul. Draco's hands gripped her waist tightly and somehow I knew that from that strength of a grip, she would certainly have bruises afterwards. She, a co-worker, would be having the markings of my lover. And those will not be the only place where she will be having his marks.

The woman must have felt the daggers that I was glaring at the both of them. Just before she let out a shrill scream of ecstasy, she turned her head around to look directly at me. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, as I believe she was going to feel the summit of her pleasure any moment. Still, it was directed toward me. Her blue eyes were dark with desire; desire that I should only have from my Draco. And yet, here she was taking it away.

At that point, I regained what was left of my composure. And believe you me, it wasn't that plenty. I still had the doorknob clutched tightly in my hand, which was now blanching from the tightness of my strong hold. I was about to turn to leave as quietly as I came, no more strength to cause an uprising, but I saw the shadow of a smirk on Marie's face. Draco, with a great effort to look over her shoulder, looked at my direction. In the beginning, he didn't quite recognize me but as he slowed down his pace his silver orbs widened in a complete state of shock.

I held his gaze for a while, trying to send him through the emotions that were swirling in my eyes how I felt at that moment.

He made the slightest motion to get the woman out of his laps yet; I didn't give him the chance to say anything.

"Sorry to interrupt," was all I said.

Come to think of it now, it was such a lame throwback for all the things they were doing back in Draco's office. But, what was there to say? Besides, it took so much to say something, especially, something polite and civil.

Staring at the neatly wrapped box in hand, I was beginning to be more devastated and more hurt and angry than I ever was way back when I killed Voldemort.

This box held what was the progress of an ordinary couple to a more splendid and challenging one. I shook the box and heard the sounds of a childhood that was supposed to be happy. Perfect.

         My eyes are brimmed with tears, the back of my hands wet from the occasional swipe. What the hell am I going to do now?

         I cannot possibly do this alone. Not without Draco.

         The air is crisp and I am sensing the warnings of rain that was to come. I glance at my watch and deliberate whether to just leave now or to stay for a few seconds just to see his face for the last time.

         As I am pacing a trench in front of the steps of my once beautiful home with my love, wet droplets of water landed on me and around me as well. Soon it became many soft pinpricks and I, without a care in the world, never dared to shelter myself. It pains me so much as to even step on a piece of my home, the place where memories haunted me. Memories pleaded me to stay and forget. But how can I forget what I just saw?

         Once again, I glanced at my watch. I sighed, placed my shrunken luggage in my pocket, clutched Hedwig's cagein one hand and the box in another, and I finally willed myself to drag my pathetic-self towards the direction of my car. The walk was menacing, like walking a march of a man coming to the end of his mortal life and entering the afterlife.

         My fingers dug into my pocket, searching for my keys as my ears heard the gentle rumble of an engine, which I knew belonged to none other than the one whom I was waiting for. I placed my hands on the window of the backseat as I stared blankly at Hedwig as if asking her to give me answer.

         Now that he's here, I don't really know what to do. What was there to say to him? I couldn't tell him now…

         I hear hurried footsteps splashing on puddles of water, the measurement and the deepness of pie- tins, ragged breathing coming near. I'm scared to face him now when earlier I wanted to see his face for a final time. Damn, even I confuse myself. No wonder Draco sought pleasure from another person. Better than me, I bet.

         I feel his hand grab a hold of my arm, trying to turn me to face him. I've always loved how he touched me and sometimes how aggressive he goes when we make love to the peek of our passion for each other. But now, his touch is different. Instead of love and happiness, I feel pain, sorrow, and betrayal.

         I turn to face him, no glare, and no scowl in place. I just looked at him with a blank expression. I will not give into his whims.

         Yet, it is impossible for me to not admire how handsome he still is even from the messiness of his state. His usually neat hair was now damp and mussed, his clothing not entirely closed, his lips slightly parted, his eyes so beautiful are full of mixed emotions.

         "Harry…it's not what you think…" Draco panted. How cliché of him, and here I was facing a Malfoy whom I thought could never go so low as to use a pathetic cliché.

         Words have not yet come blaring from out of my mouth nor have the tears continued to flow. Let Draco do all the talking, I'll just listen.

         "It was a mistake. She—she…the slut seduced me, Harry. I love you," He stuttered and sniveled as his grip on my arm latched on tighter until my arm went numb. But I didn't care. There was a bigger picture in front of me and I don't have any concern on the smaller one, "Harry…Harry, you know that I love you. You are the only one that I want, the only one that I need…please stay. Forgive me, love."

         I know deep within that I still love this man in front of me. This man who was supposed to be—no, I don't even want to go there…

         His words touched a part of me that wants to stay, forgive Draco and think that what happened tonight was some horrible mistake and it was that woman who caused all the trouble. But, the woman seduced Draco and yet Draco chose to be seduced. He had a choice not to have sex with her and come home to me.

         Finally, I let out a jagged sigh. I grabbed the hand that was gripping onto me to stay. The rain is getting stronger and the both of us were shivering from the cold and the drops of rain are blurring our sight. I can't risk myself to get sick…not while I'm…

         He relented, I took his hand in mine, admiring his delicate fingers a little marred from his daily labor. I wish I could tell him how I feel, how angry I am at what he did, how betrayed I felt, how he has killed me inside. I wish I could kiss him, embrace him, and even more so, make love to him. But knowing that another has kissed him, embraced him, and even had sex with him; I know I couldn't do all of that even if he's just in front of me, begging me to stay, guilty of what he has done.

         I let go, fearing that all of me will want to stay. I look at his eyes, savoring this moment even if it pains me that this man who owns my heart have broken it into a thousand pieces.

         "Harry, I know that I have broken your heart but believe me, I have broken mine a thousand times more…" Both his hands reached for my face, pleading for me to say something, "Why are you so quiet, Harry? Tell me what you are thinking. Tell me what you feel."

         Should I believe him? How can I believe him when I caught him cheating on me? Those words of his are so deceitful and yet there is a hint of honesty.

         I can't stand to look at his face no longer. I can't bear to be near him. It's like killing me over and over again. Oh, Draco…if you only knew what I wanted to tell you the most…

         I sigh once again; knowing what I am about to do was going to break the both of us completely. I turn my back on him, saying nothing just as I had expected, opened the door of my car, and entered what was to be my new life without Draco Malfoy. My love, my life, and the…just the thought of it is awakening the tears that I have thought to have cleared away.

         Draco leaned on the door's window, his forearms resting on the glass, his fists in tight balls. I couldn't hear him clearly from the pounding of the rain and the glass that was walled in between us. Yet, I knew he was pleading me to stay. I don't know what to believe anymore. I wrench my gaze from him to the passenger's seat. There, the box that I neatly wrapped this morning is sitting there still unopened.

         I grabbed the box, slowly undid the decorative paper that was enclosing my gift to Draco while the said person still outside, saying words I can't hear. Taking the top lid off, I held the toy in my hand. It is made entirely out of silver, teddy bears and ribbons engraved on the small globe at the top, canes and many other carvings on the stem of the rattle, and the loop is big enough for a tiny hand of a baby to hold onto.

         A child of my own, this is one of the dreams that entered in my mind, replacing the dream of becoming and Auror one day. A dream that planted itself once I had my own life to lead, out of reach from the Dursley's, no more Voldemort, but, a life with the man I love: Draco.

         Back then I thought I wouldn't live to have a family of my own, something I never had but hoped to have instead.

         Yes, I certainly can't let this child grow up without knowing whom his other father is. It's going to be tough to explain it to him…or her. I want this child to grow up as a normal child. A normal wizard or a normal witch.

         It's going to be tough to say, 'Hey kiddo, guess what you're a witch/wizard' or 'Sorry to break this to you but your Dad is a hundred percent homosexual and he somehow got foolish, got himself "knocked up", and your other father is a total bastard who cheated on me with a woman…so, how was school?' 

         It was going to be tough but I'm going to try. For my child…

         I have Ron and Hermione, Remus, Professor Dumbledore, and many others.

         I turn back to Draco, in panic that he might somehow have smashed the car-window. Thankfully, he still has to give a few for more fists to pound before that will happen.  Draco is now drenched and very disheveled. I just want to get out of this car and hold him tight, tell him the great news that I have.

         Without me even noticing, I started the car, backed from the driveway, and onto the road. Looking at the rearview mirror, I saw the form of Draco running behind me, trying to catch up on me. I hold onto the wheel tightly, my gaze focusing on the road ahead of me. I glanced back down on my lap where the baby rattle lays.

         I have to go away from here.

         One of my hands instinctively placed itself on my slightly bulging tummy. I smile a small grin; already, this child just sparks up a flare of happiness inside me.  

         'It's just you and me now, kiddo…you and me...'

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