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Harry sat at his table, finishing up another letter as the sun rose. He stifled a yawn and got up from the position he had sat in for the majority of the night.

What was Draco doing? He was not flirting outright; although every move he made was sensual to Harry but he would glare at Storm. It was true what his daughter said, Draco's reaction to the comment on the harassment had been rather delightful. He shook his head, was this his daughter's plan, to plant ideas inside his head? He smiled as he tied the letter to the feet of an eagle hawk, "To Dante Sarang and then to Skylar Redding."

Light's plan or not, he had his own to get underway.

After checking on Storm, who was still sleeping, he slipped out of the room quietly only to be attacked by a bundle named Light.

"Good morning, Papa." She placed a kiss on his cheeks.

"Morning, Zara." He said back with a cheery smile and a kiss on her nose. He wasn't sure if the morning was going to be good.

"Let's go!" She pulled him down the hall.

"Where are we going?"

"Breakfast…" She sang.

Harry watched the hallway fly behind him; the Manor had a sad feeling coating its air. He remembered the first time he had been here and shivered at the darkness and evil intent that had controlled the house. The other times he had been here, those times with Draco, oh they were only filled with bright sunlight and fresh air. Now, the scent of dying flowers draped the space, suffocating everything.

He looked at his daughter's smiling face, 'everything except for Light.'

These feelings, was it just him, were these feelings his own? Or were they a part of the house itself? He smiled slightly, if a little sadly. There was magic in the house, it was possible for it to be somewhat sentient.

"Good morning, Draco!"Light yelled.

Oh no, he was supposed to be avoiding this encounter not walk right into it.

"Morning, Draco." He tried to smile.

"Morning, Light," Draco replied with a smile before turning to Harry with a stony face, "Mr. Black."

Oh, if that's the way he wanted to play it, Harry wasn't too old for this.

They sat down to eat with the sound of Light singing softly breaking the silence.

"Papa, why do you look tired? Didn't you sleep last night?" She said after a while, licking pancake syrup off her fingers.

"No, I didn't get any sleep." He received a murderous look, "I was busy doing…stuff." Another glare here, Draco was so cute when angry.

Realizing that he was only making this situation hard for Storm, Harry relented, "I was up writing a letter and finishing up a report." Did the glare subside?

"To who?"

"To whom. I was writing to Skylar." No need to mention Dante, she'll cry at the unfairness of not being there to see the bloodshed.

"You yelled at him for making Storm sad?" She was satisfied with a nod.

"You also wrote a letter to what's-his-name to tell him you can't go anymore?" He tried to signal his daughter to not bring this topic up."

"Go where?" Draco was interested.

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo…Harry's thoughts echoed in his head.

Still ignoring the telepathic message that Harry was trying to send her, Light went on to explain the situation in full detail, "On a date; this really pretty guy asked papa to go to dinner with him. Yep, yep, he had red hair, really pretty long red hair."

How did Light know which buttons to push? Harry watched as the tick in Draco's jaw got more prominent as Light said the word 'date' 'pretty' and 'red'.

Light turned to Harry, "And Papa said that his freckles were totally cute."

"Really?" Draco asked, strained.

"Yep, and he was blushing when he said that too." She was practically jumping in her chair, "and last week papa went on a date with him and I had to stay with 'Mione and Ron and papa was gone all night. I got lonely because he couldn't read me a story and Ron sucks at reading stories. But I forgave papa for leaving me because he looked really happy in the morning. That's the part I don't understand because it looked like he was hurting—he was limping you know. I think he got in to a fight and didn't tell me." Harry had the urge to escape as two pairs of eyes shot a glare his way. 'Well there goes damage control.' Light might have as well said that he fucked all night long. Harry snuck a peek at Draco and found those livid eyes on him.

Well, if he was unsure about how Draco felt, that answered that question at least. Draco still wanted him; it was so like the slytherin to realize what a dunderhead he had been nine years later. Whatever, Harry didn't care. He smiled at the angry blond and wondered how long it would take him to figure out who Light was. Narcissa believed it would at least take him a few days and hundreds of clues and Lucius, well, he was just having a grand time keeping his granddaughter from his son; he seemed to find this situation hilarious.

"Sooo..." Harry started after Light bounded away with the biggest smile on her face, "Where are your mother and father?"

"In France, for vacation." Actually they were in Switzerland fuming because they couldn't meet their Light. Harry had received an indignant letter from Lucius. Harry sometimes wished that he had been more secretive about his pregnancy but maybe Narcissa was just more perceptive than any other. He had been about six months along when he had run into her and although he had a lot of glamour charms on his body she had somehow seen through them all. At first she wanted to let Draco know of this but Harry had refused, he was not going to get hurt again. He hadn't forgiven Draco and anger had still flown through his blood. When she had insisted, he had pulled his wand out on her and 'obliviate' was at the tip of his tongue when she relented. And still being paranoid he had made her take a wizard's oath. And a few months later when Lucius just happened to come upon his house on middle of nowhere Nepal on a mountain, Harry had Lucius take the same oath.

"ohh..." This was getting kind of awkward, oh who was he kidding, it was way past awkward, "Well, thank you for the delicious breakfast. I have to wake Storm up for his medicine." Harry got up and left the room. He felt Draco get up and follow him.

Harry started walking faster and made a turn. Draco followed him still. Wait a minute, why was he acting like prey? He stopped suddenly and turned around, angry that he was being stalked in the same house he was a guest in.

"Draco, what are you playing at?"

All he got for an answer was being pushed against the wall, flush against Draco. "Dra…" He trailed off as Draco moved closer until their faces were centimeters apart. Harry felt the need to close his eyes; being so close to Draco always had this affect on him. But he kept his eyes open; he was not giving in to his…hormones (he was in his late twenties, he shouldn't have hormones running amok in his body like a teenager). He stared right back unflinchingly, noticing the small height difference between them and the dark circles under his Dragon's eyes.

"Harry…" Draco whispered on to his lips. Harry began to correct him but got stopped by Draco's fingers on his lips.

"Don't. You will always be Harry James Potter to me. No matter who you are to others."

Harry removed Draco's fingers from his lips, where they were playing "Let's get into Harry's mouth" game. He made to let go but he found he couldn't as the hands holding his tightened their grip.

"Harry, what's his name?" Draco whispered.

"Whose?" Harry asked just as low.

"The guy Light was talking about." Draco thrust his hips and moved them slowly back and forth.

"Why?" Harry didn't gasp, he didn't right?

"Because I can hire an assassin to take care of him." How did Draco make murder sound so sexy?

Harry's eyes were closed half-mast already and he moved to lean into Draco. Draco stood still, waiting for the kiss, anticipating it, wanting it, needing. After the kiss, Harry would be his again, the world be damned. Responsibilities be damned, duty be damned, tradition be damned. He had foolishly thought that he could let go of Harry, that marrying a pureblood witch was the right thing to do, that he could get an heir no other way. He had even tried to get married once but he kept on coming up with excuses, always delaying, always looking for someone who could make him feel as Harry could, always looking for Harry.

He had given this up once before, given up Harry—what an idiotic thing to do—but no more. He didn't need an heir- he could always adopt—and Harry could be his family with Light. He thought fondly on the little girl who was the reason he met Harry again. She was…something was niggling in the back of his mind; her age, her face. He shook it away.

The kiss, he did not receive. Instead he received a fist to his face. He reeled back and before he could collect himself he was hit again; a body slam really. He fell back against the wall, Harry's body next to his. What was he supposed to say? Harry's head fell to his shoulder, his face buried in Draco's neck, taking a deep breath. Draco took in a shaky breath. Oh God. That hurt, that hurt so badly but not as badly as the guilt which had been eating away at him. Oh God. They fit so perfectly. Everything…Why had he given up the most beautiful thing in the world?

"Draco…Draco, please don't do this to me again."

Draco wound his hand around Harry's hips and pulled him closer, close as he could, "I'm such a loser Harry."

"You are."

"Why are you still here? I'm a jerk, an idiot, and I'm blind and deaf."

"And I deserve someone who can see and listen, someone who's intelligent and not a jerk."

"Yes…but I'm not letting you go."

"No?"

"Not again, I'm not being stupid again. What you deserve be damned also, you are my only redeeming point."

"Also?"

"Along with responsibilities, duty to my name, and an heir. I was...I was so brainless, pushing you away for something, someone who didn't even exist, when you were right in front of me…"

"Draco, I understand. Having a child, a family…"

"Where'd you go? I looked for you everywhere, anywhere…"

"Apparently not..." They laughed.

"Well, I looked everywhere I could think of."

"But don't forget you are blind and stupid; are you forgetful too?"

"Harry, I'm trying to have a heart-to-heart here."

"Really, I didn't know dragons had hearts." Harry placed his hand over the blonde's thumping pulse.

"They do, it's just that they hide it behind the strongest of armors and in the darkest of places.

"Then…then…" Harry took a deep breath. Was he ready to share his most precious with Draco? "Then…I suppose you—we'll need a hero to break down those walls and a light to brighten the darkness." Was that clue enough?

"Where will we get those?" No, guess not.

"I-" He was cut off by soft lips on his. Harry had expected it o be demanding, hard, unyielding and rough, like their last. But Draco just draped his lips on Harry and pressed softly, as if afraid to break this.

Harry put his arms around Draco's neck and made one last eye contact with those silver eyes which were completely dark now and finally closed his own.

Even if he wanted to stay away, even though he had hurt so much, even though he tried to hard to forget, and even though he tried to hurt Draco so much in turn, Harry couldn't let go. He still loved Draco.

When they drifted apart—a minute or a infinity later—Draco said, "Hero, I have in my grasp again but will you share your Light?"

"Ours…not only mine, our Light." He would share; he wasn't so bitter anymore. Anyway, Draco would have had to find out eventually. That might as well be now.

He bent forward and placed a placating kiss on Draco before saying, "By the way, Lucius knew also."

Draco looked like contemplating torture but that looked melted away when Harry pressed his body to Draco's and rubbed, "It's not his fault, nor your mother's. I made them swear an oath."

"And how exactly did you do that?" He could still make Draco lose his breath.

"By giving them one thing they have wanted and selfish slytherin they are that they didn't want to share…"

"RIO BLACK!"The manor shook with the anger radiating from the clear voice. Harry sighed and cuddled into Draco and his daughter looked at him from her perch, sprawled across his and Draco's legs, reading a book.

"Papa, Storm's mad!" She sounded positively gleeful.

"Yea, Sky must have come to visit." Harry was content to stay where he was for the time being.

"Wait a minute, how'd he get in without setting off the wards?"

Harry and Light shared an identical smile, "Western wizards, what do they know, right baby?" Harry asked Light as Draco growled at the tease.

"Magic, Draco darling, magic!" Light said as she laughed.

Draco watched her and it occurred to him that his mother had the same mouth as her, full on the bottom and a small bow on the top with a little quirk on one side.

Harry watched as Draco finally figured it out. He jumped out of the tangle the three had made, "Well, I have to go check on them to make sure Storm's not about to kill Sky."

A hand wrapped around his wrist, "Me, you, talk." He nodded before walking away.

"Draco?" Light asked after a while.

"Yes?" He couldn't stop looking at her, she was part him and part Harry. No doubt about it, now that he could see it clearly. Those raven locks were Harry's but the straight wispiness of them could only be attributed to a Malfoy. The sharp bend of her cheeks were his but the curve of her chin was Harry's. Harry's eyes colour, and Draco's delicate eyebrows. Harry's nose and Draco's lips. Her ears though, which side did they originate from? It didn't matter for she was Harry and his; Draco and Harry made her. It was amazing; she was amazing.

'I promise, I promise to never hurt Harry again, to let him know of my love everyday, to shower Light with never-ending affections, even when she grows to be exasperating-which she no doubt will be, she is my child after all.' He smiled, his future seemed so bright now.

"You're not mad at papa are you?"

What will she call me? Father? But that sounds so impersonal. "No, I'm not angry at him at all.

"Then, why are you always glaring at him?"

"Because I love him but he was ignoring it."

"Why, though? There must be a reason."

"There is…see, I was mean to him before, a total jerk and a real bully and I hurt your papa very much."

"Why would you hurt him, if you love him?"

"I was being incredible stupid."

She giggled and he marveled at her laugh; he had caused that and he would never get tired of hearing it. Yes, he loved her.

"I didn't want to believe that I loved him."

"Yea, that is stupid." He 'stole' her nose and they burst out laughing.

"Then, what happened?"

"hmm…let's see. Then your papa went away and I realized how much I really loved him. I looked everywhere, but he was nowhere to be found."

She nodded wisely, "Yep, papa said I was his lucky charm. If he has me then he can't be found if he doesn't want to be."

'That's one mystery solved." Draco thought.

"Then, do you know what this means then?" She leaned in as if to impart a secret.

He leaned in also and whispered back, "what?"

"You found him, that means he wanted to be found!" He didn't interpret her smile as one of plans gone success.

He played with her hair, "Thanks, sweets. That makes me feel a lot better." Then he read her a book and she quietly fell asleep in his arms.

He loved being a father.