Heyyy... Okay it's embarrassing just how long it took me to get back to this story. I truly intend to finish it. But first some much needed editing and revising had to go on. I have already managed to edit the first two chapters and I will have the remaining to corrected and posted by tomorrow night. My goal is to have chapter 5 uploaded by Friday as well. I have gotten a bit better with my writing. You will probably still encounter some small grammatical errors. If anyone is interested in being a beta for this story pleeeeaaase let me know! There is also quite a bit of writing added to the first two chapters so if you have already read the story try and get yourself reacquainted with the tale.

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"You're going back to her aren't you," Draco asked.

The affair began with an agreement on both parts. However, that was before he learned of his engagement to the Weaslette. He knew they were together, who didn't?

They were the golden couple. Harry- the knight in shining armor, and Ginny- the beautiful maiden. The story of their courting and eventual marriage was a field day for reporters and the public alike. No one talked about anything else. Soon enough the babies came along and everyone had been pounding at the door to catch a glimpse of Harry's first born, the horribly predictably named baby.

Everyone wished to coo at the sweet child, their precious hero named, James Potter. As well as the two other babies that quickly followed after the freckled brat. The pattern was almost predictably cyclical with the birth of the next two, it almost brought tears to Draco's eyes.

Albus Severus...enough said.

Draco could barely contain a shiver at the idiotic combination once he discovered that outrageous atrocity. It was all he could do to simply snort in his lover's face when he told him.

"Yessssss," he hissed, "I'm sure he's smiling in his grave."

His silky smile resembled thin ice and melted as soon as Harry pressed wet kisses to his lips.

Lily Potter was born only 9 months and some weeks younger than Albus. Draco kept the bitter thoughts to himself, when he let himself wonder exactly how often Harry came to him with Ginny still on his lips and cock. The venom of his sheer hatred managed to scare even himself.

"Of course I am. She's my wife, baby."

Draco seethed at the word. The churning in his gut yet another reminder of just how deep he fucked himself over.

Wife, of course he already fucking knew that.

He always knew. Harry never let him forget it. He guessed it was Harry's way of apologizing to the red head. A way to show she never left his mind, even during sex. Harry made sure that the few times he did slip and make a sound, the red-headed bitch's name would be the only thing he'd say.

Draco, long ago bitterly accepted that once Harry said "I do." He promised his devotion and love to Ginny and Ginny alone.

Just not his cock, Draco snorted inwardly.

"I want you to come to Albus and Lilly's party today."

Harry, of course, wasn't asking.

He was assuming and expecting confirmation. Draco knew well that he would go. He had no other choice in the matter. Harry never cared much toward Draco's threats to tell Ginny of their affair. Harry's only response was simply, "You wouldn't risk your job. Do you really think that anyone would want their child to be taught by a slut, let alone a faggot?"

Draco could argue of course, that if people were willing to forget his status as a Death Eater. They would be just as accepting if he was to tell.

Wishful thinking, it would be brilliant if he actually believed it. He knew the real reason; the extremely generous charity funds he made after the war. Of course, Harry becoming his new very friendly- friend helped as well.

Too much pain had occurred and just about everyone had been ready to forgive and forget. Everyone except the Weasleys, their many spouses, and the two thirds of their golden trio. When Harry's friends and family realized Harry was not going to drop the blond pureblood, they reluctantly welcomed him into the family.

But Draco was under no illusions; he knew there was too much bad blood between them for Draco to ever be fully accepted. They still tried to put on a friendly face for Harry's sake. Draco, however, was never one to mince words, and plainly told Ron and the rest of his freckled siblings just where they could shove their 'friendly' gestures and conversation.

Harry had been furious with Draco; the result was three hours of torturous pleasure. The blond was left at the brink of an orgasm to point that it physically hurt. A manipulative and angry glint sparkled in the depths of green eyes while an irritatingly arousing smile played on his lips.

"What wouldn't I give to be able visit my favorite group of socially incompetent, financially unstable, fashion disabled, small minded freckled, and horrid red haired family of Weasels?"

Harry glowered at the wide smile Draco threw at him.

"Draco," was the only word Harry said to the platinum blond.

Draco sighed, "I agreed I'd come, didn't I?"

Harry smiled, "You did and I appreciate it."

The blond stood and walked around the bed to where his lover stood, "How much do you appreciate it," he whispered.

His fingers dragged his manicured hand down his lover's muscled chest, his defined abs rippling at his touch. Harry sighed at the touch, his pulsing cock responded to the innocent touch. Harry's head dipped to press kisses along Draco's neck. It was Draco's turn now to sigh.

Draco's sigh turned into a moan as Harry's kissed dragged lower. Harry gave kisses that were small and gentle. They gathered the wood to Draco's fire. They fueled his blood; made him sigh, arch his back, stiffen his legs. Harry loved to see Draco's toes straighten in the air. Those pale pink small digits would stiffen and arch in a grace and form similar to a muggle ballet dancer.

Draco rocked his hips into Harry, his head falling backwards as he allowed himself to surrender completely to Harry. He was slow with his thrusts but they soon became rushed and urgent in their pace.

"In me now, Harry please," the blond sighed.

Harry loved to hear the blond beg for his cock. Draco wrapped his long legs around the muscled thighs. Arching his back to rub his cock against Harry's causing the best of friction. Harry carried him to the bed and laid him gently on the bed before settling on top of him. Draco shivered excited by the heavy weight that pressed him into the mattress. He felt the familiar chillingly emptiness that was only fulfilled by Harry's thick and heavy cock nestled deep into his arse.

The dark haired man slid down the blonde's body settling in between his thighs. His head buried in a nest of golden little hairs. Harry inhaled the scent that was so purely Draco, his cock twitched. His eyes stared at the long pale erection that stood before him. He suckled on the vein that throbbed close to the blonde's bollocks.

Harry's mouth evaded the blonde's sluggish thrusts and pleas for more. Harry kissed his way up the aristocrat's slim cock and swallowed him whole. He allowed the eager blond to hit the back of Harry's throat before Harry pulled away. He slipped lower to the special place that was just grasping for Harry's thick cock. The brunette pressed a small kiss to the small asshole. He licked around the rim before tongue fucking it so hard that Draco was moaning without restraint. He pressed his arse as hard as he could into Harry's face. His spine arching and twisting to get closer to that sinful tongue.

Harry rose himself up to hover over Draco. His cock, pulsing and near purple with need. Harry pressed his tip around Draco. The thought of taking him dry with nothing but his saliva for lube made hands clench, but he drew back. He rose off the bed ignoring Draco's sharp whine and grabbed the lube. He dripped a generous amount on a finger and slowly pressed in. The give was almost instant and Draco's round greedy ass practically swallowed his thick finger. A mewl escaped Draco's throat and made Harry's thighs tremble with need. Draco's cheeks, both sets of them, flushed as his hips slowly pivoted and rutted against the single digit. Harry groaned as he added another finger, his fingers immersed in heat and velvet smooth flesh. Harry unable to take it any longer gently tugged his fingers free and raised to hover over Draco. Leaning back, he grasped his weeping cock and smeared the excess of lube on his shaft. Draco's eyes nearly black with just the slightest sliver of silver watched, his pink lips bruised red and obscenely swollen. Harry couldn't resist pressing a hot kiss against his plump bottom lip. He sucked it between his lips and nibbled on the swollen appendage himself. He curled his hips inward and slipping one hand down to firmly grip the base of his shaft, he slowly pressed into Draco. Harry shivered as Draco clenched down on him.

"Relax, baby," Harry whispered pressing deeper past the rim of slicked muscle. Draco gasped, he knew that no matter how far he searched in this world, he would never find a cock so perfect for him. Harry began thrusting sharp, piston thrusts that brushed his prostate and brought him closer to an orgasm.

Harry above him whimpered, "Ginny." His green eyes pressed shut even as his muscles rippled with the effort to press his pelvis flush to Draco's ass.

Draco knew it would happen, it had taken practice to stop it from wilting his erection. He'd taught himself to be ignorant of what fell from Harry's lips to his ears, if not only for his sanity but for his sex life as well. Harry buried his head into the blonde's neck. He thrusted harder. Harry's arms curving into Draco's own personal prison as he pressed harder. He his lips sealed shut as his cock pulsed and pounded into Draco's small bundle of pleasure that resided within him. In his own erotic prison, Draco climaxed a glorious orgasm that curled his toes and arched his pert and round arse deeper onto the cock connected to the one person that could still break his heart even when Draco was under him.

When Draco woke up he had woken up alone. But that was only to be expected. Harry never did care much for a sleepover; unless the infamous arguments between Harry and his Weaslette permitted it. Then Harry would stay with him for days on end. Until Ron fire called and yelled at the brunette to get off his arse and apologize to his sister.

Draco washed his face and brushed his teeth. A long shower washed away the unsightly reminder of his pathetic decisions. Pulling on his silk trousers and cashmere sweater, he knew he reeked wealth and arrogance, but he also knew he looked stunning beautiful. The pants hugged his arse and the warm dark colors complimented his slim slightly feminine figure. While his long pale hair flowed down his back, the gentle wave he spelled them to softened his sharp jawline and chin rather than hardening them as it did his father. Draco sent one charming smile toward the mirror before apparating out of his flat.

When he arrived to the Burrow it took all his willpower not to walk out again. If it wasn't important for his social image he wouldn't bother himself to be surrounded by such unflattering people. Though Harry was fooled Draco was under no pretenses to believe that the Weasley's were a lovely bunch. They were just as small minded and prejudice as the next pureblood family.

"Dway'co," a little runt shouted before running full force at his knees.

Draco couldn't help but laugh as the adorable little brat began demanding to be picked up. Draco lifted the child into his arms. His bright green eyes flashing brilliantly at him underneath a mop of dark brown hair. His olive toned skin and bright red pullover, a great contrast against Draco's pale skin and black clothing.

"Oi, is that my Jamie underneath all that hair," Draco cooed.

He realized with time that it was near impossible to not adore this child. Due to his profession and "friendship" with Wizarding World's hero, he was well acquainted with the children of the Weasley clan. Harry followed at a slower pace toward the pair and Draco could feel the lust in Harry's eyes. It sent a shiver down his spine even as he worked to resist the desire to blush underneath his eyes.

"Draco," Harry said with a small smile and incline of his head.

"Potter."

"Hi Dway'co," a shy and reserved little Lily whispered behind her father's leg. Far off on the other side of the large field behind the Weasley's new home, Draco could see an adoring Albus smiling shyly at Draco with stars in his eyes.

"Hello Lily my dear, you simply become more stunning with every glance," Draco said with a suave tone and the brilliant little red-head smiled brilliantly at the blond. Draco took at least several hours of the party playing with the children. There was plenty of them; from James, Lily, and Albus, to Hugo and Rose, to Vicky Bill and Fleur's little girl.

Draco spied, after rough housing for a while, a sullen Teddy sulking in a corner. He walked toward Andromeda.

"Is something wrong with Teddy, he's not normally so quiet." Draco questioned in lieu of an actual greeting to his aunt. His anxiety over his beloved his cousin beating out lifelong impeccable Malfoy etiquette drilled into him since birth.

"I haven't a clue, dear." The elder woman said with a sad quirk of her lips. Slender with long black tresses, Andromeda was still strikingly beautiful despite her age.

"He's become very distant with everyone, he almost never talks anymore. I have no idea what to do. Tonks was never moody as a child. I'm afraid I'm getting too old for child rearing," Andromeda admitted quietly to Draco.

Draco craned his head understandingly toward her, "I'll do whatever I can to help, Auntie Ann."

She smiled enchantingly, "Right about now I'd adore a cup of tea."

Draco let out a soft laugh his eyes wandering back to Teddy.

"I get right on that," Draco said charmingly before calling to Teddy, who was now sporting black eyes and rather blue hair.

"Teddy won't you help me in the kitchen, your grandmother would like a cup of tea." Draco called to the boy.

He got up hesitantly and walked to the leggy blond.

"Come on lad it won't kill you."

The sad little boy smiled sadly at the blond, his blue hair slowly turning blond. Teddy stood awkwardly in the living room while they waited for the tea to warm. His head was ducked. He refused to look at his cousin while he caressed the muggle toys that were laid out beside him on a table.

"What's the matter Teddy? You don't want to talk to me?" Draco asked, dramatically sad.

Teddy gave a small smile but he refused to look at Draco.

"You're ignoring me, are you?" Draco said eyebrow raised. He summoned his most snobby look and said with the most snobbish dramatic voice possible, "Well color me surprised. I must say young man, I have never, never, felt so disrespected!"

Teddy could not hold back the small giggle that escaped his tightly pursed lips. Draco smiled at the child and scooped him up in his arms. He pressed his wand to his throat and began sang a tune he knew would capture the young boys heart.

Master, I don't think you quite realize what you got here!

So, why don't you just ruminate?

While I illuminate the possibilities!

Well, Ali Baba had them forty thieves,

Scheherazade had a thousand tales.

But master you're in luck, cause up your sleeves

You've got a brand of magic never fails

You've got some power in your corner now!

Some heavy ammunition in your camp!

You got some punch, pizzaz, yahoo and how.

See, all you gotta do is rub that lamp, and I'll say:

"Mr. Aladdin, sir, what will your pleasure be?

Let me take your order, jot it down?"

You ain't never had friend like me

The boy could not stop the burst of giggles that escaped his throat. Draco's wand allowed his voice to easily add the same infection and humor as Robin William's version. With a small tap, Draco grew just a big and blue as the Genie and Teddy's clothes transformed into that of Aladdin. He giggled and squealed as Draco the Genie tossed him in the air while a mirage of colors, sparks, and the same hilarity in the animated muggle film swirled around them.

The pair was ignorant of Harry, who was staring lovingly after the two. Harry's eyes grew wide as he witnessed for the first time, a magical moment between Draco and Teddy. He stood frozen as he watched Draco's wand dance around the animated pair. Even as Draco's spell ended and they went back to their normal appearances, Harry was still stuck to his spot in the doorway.

They made such a pretty picture, Harry thought, and when was the last time Teddy smiled and laughed that beautiful smile of his.

His hair turned from blue black to platinum blonde nearly white. His eyes lightened to green and Harry nearly lost his breath. How perfect it could be for Teddy to be Draco and Harry's child. At night when he would leave the blond he would wonder what it would be like for the blond to carry his child. It scared Harry how much the idea excited him even as he lay beside his sleeping wife. As to why it did excited him, he preferred not to think about it.

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...Sorry I really got into Naruto in my long hiatus from the story! See ya next time!