As the Petals Fall

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Chapter 2 – The Philadelphia Story

Perhaps the most ironic thing about Harry and Malakai's house had to be the bedroom. Why? Mostly because while Harry decorated the room, making it his own, it was also the place where he had the least control. This was the place where Malakai took most advantage of him. The white walls and blankets give off a false sense of secure purity. To anyone who looked at the room, they would see a comfortable bed, covered in a fluffy white bedspread and plenty of pillows, white walls, light colored wooden furniture and a pair of white silk curtains. But when Harry awoke there in the morning, the light shining through the window onto his naked body, he saw something completely different. He saw memories of Malakai's control over him, his own body being desecrated, and his twins being conceived through what should have been something special.

Malakai was already downstairs, making breakfast for himself, when Harry opened his eyes once again. He was quite exhausted, for his boyfriend had taken to waking him at strange hours, wanting another bout of 'passion'. He couldn't count how many times he had to change the sheets of their bed throughout the week. It definitely made doing laundry much harder than it had to be. Not to mention, Malakai's rough 'loving' left Harry with a sore bottom, plenty of new bruises, and the indescribable feeling that he was completely worthless.

Despite this happenings, a smile was the only thing present on his face as the twins bounded in, each jumping onto the fluffy bed. "Daddy! Where's Papa? Making breakfast?" James asked, a grin on his face. Harry only nodded making sure he was completely covered with his blankets. "Why are you naked? Did you forget your pajamas?" was the question that Sirius opted for, causing Harry's face to go red.

"Oh yes! I must have forgotten to put pajamas on last night. That's all," he said with a little laugh. It there was one thing that could make him happy no matter what, it was his children. "Now, you two go get dressed and we'll see what we want to do on this glorious weekend."

Just as the two little boys exited the room, the phone on the nightstand began to ring. "Hello?"

"Harry? It's Draco. Please don't hang up," came the voice on the other end. Harry seriously contemplated hanging up on the man, despite the plea. Even just hearing the other man's voice made him turn into jelly, and he couldn't let that happen again. It seemed like every time that happened to him, something bad came out of it. Either his heart was broken, or he was stuck in some abusive relationship he can't seem to get rid of.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" he asked, putting extra emphasis on the last name. There was no way he was going to call his ex-lover 'Draco' anymore. It just wasn't appropriate. They weren't friends anymore.

"Well, really it isn't what I want, but a request from Kendrick. It seems he's taken quite a liking to your little boys and would like to invite them over for a bit of a play-date. And while I know you absolutely detest me, I hoped you would do this one thing for him. You see, he's been having trouble making friends at school, which was why I was so surprised that he grew comfortable with your twins so quickly," Draco explained, quite honestly.

Harry seriously thought about it for a moment. He did feel bad for the little boy. It must be hard making friends when everyone knew of his family's past as death eaters. His boys were nothing but popular in their kindergarten, for it was quite easy when your fathers were both the Boy Who Lived and a famous Quidditch player. "Alright, I suppose I wouldn't mind if it's for Kendrick," he replied, smiling uncontrollably. He told himself that it wasn't because he would be seeing Draco. If anything that would cause him more pain. Regardless, the smile remained on his face.

"Brilliant. You can bring them over at about noonish? We can have some lunch too then. Oh and tell the boys not to forget their swim trunks. We've an indoor pool," Draco said, sounding also quite happy on the other end of the line.

The two hung up after finishing all of the arrangements. "So, this is how we're going to be spending this glorious weekend…" he said to himself, getting out of bed. He was in desperate need for a shower and thusly, headed towards the master bathroom. It wasn't anything super impressive, but it had a nice tub and a shower, and two sinks with a large mirror behind them. This was also another place where Malakai had shown his control over him. To be quite frank, there weren't many places within the house that Harry didn't have some disturbing memory of moments in their relationship.

Regardless, the bathroom was also a place of comfort. It was the place he could clean himself after Malakai had his way with him. He already felt much better when the warm water hit his back, then soaking his hair with it.

The only thing that he disliked about showers was that it gave him time to really think about his life. He would think about how things used to be:

The Room of Requirement had supplied the pair with a comfortable bedroom to relax in together…and they used that bedroom to it's full extent. Harry could recall plenty of passion-filled nights they spent there, then laying in each other's arms, exhausted and spent.

Right then two naked bodies occupied the comfortable bed, clinging onto one another. It was like two pieces of a puzzle, one body fitting perfectly against the other. Every kiss they shared, made Harry even surer that they would be together in years to come. Draco was his family, his love. There was nothing that could stop them. "Draco, I love you," he said quietly, leaning in to rest his head against Draco's chest.

Draco's fingers ran through the raven-colored locks, a smile gracing his face. "I love you more than anything. I promise I'll be with you forever," he whispered, placing one kiss on the top of Harry's head.

The two laid there for quite a few hours before Draco finally fell into a peaceful sleep. Harry couldn't help but observe his lover as he slept. He couldn't believe his boyfriend was so beautiful, even in his slumber. There was a lingering feeling inside him that he just wasn't good enough for Draco. Draco deserved somebody who was just as beautiful as he was. Not the scrappy, frail form of Harry Potter. Someone devastatingly beautiful, although the smaller boy of the two figured nobody could compare to Draco. Nobody in the entire world…

Unfortunately, he didn't know that it was all about to end. Draco would find someone else. Duty came before love…

Unhappiness fills Harry as he think about what his life has become. The only joy was that of his children and even working at the bookstore with his best friends made him pretty happy. He loved seeing Hermione and Ron happy together, but he also couldn't help but be jealous.

Seeing Draco yesterday made him realize how miserable his life really was. He was so happy when he'd been with Draco…so what went wrong? How come it seemed that the only man that wanted him only wanted him for his body? But now that it seemed he would have to see Draco more often, he worried about what he was really feeling. 'Do I…still have some feelings for him?' he asked himself internally. He'd always been certain that he was over his heartbreak…but then how come he felt that pain returning to him just thinking about Draco's face?

Regardless, Harry came to one decision. He wasn't going to let himself fall for Draco Malfoy again. It would only lead to more trouble if he did…and possibly another heartbreak, which was something he couldn't take anymore of at this point in his life.

Then he began to think about Malakai. He knew that he wouldn't have anywhere to live if he left Malakai. Sure, he could go with Hermione and Ron, but that was always a bother. With Hermione a month away from giving labor, he didn't want to add anymore to their hefty plate. Still, he knew that Malakai wasn't going to let him go that easily. He was the kind of man that went out for revenge. He would find Harry and the boys and possibly hurt them. That was one thing he couldn't risk. Malakai was always nice to them here…

The point Harry was making with his mind was that he'd much rather be in an abusive relationship and know that his children were safe than leave and fear what he might do to them. And there was a fear of being alone that Harry couldn't explain. He hated being all alone, seeing all of the relationships developing around him. Hermione and Ron…Neville and Luna, who just had their first child, Charlie and Fleur…There were plenty of others who had gotten married after school ended…but it still seemed like Harry was alone.

Dressed in a maroon sweater and black pants, Harry made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen, where Malakai was sitting at the table, eating his breakfast. "Hey, doll, what are you doing today?" the man asked. Harry hated when he called him 'doll', even though that was basically all that he was to Malakai…a doll to do what he pleases with. He asked this question every morning, feeling the need to know every aspect of where Harry and the twins were going to be during the day.

"The twins have a play-date with Kendrick Malfoy. We'll be going over there for lunch. I'll probably stop by the store on our way home to see if Hermione needs some help," he replied, getting himself some tea to drink.

"Draco Malfoy's son?" Malakai demanded incredulously. "You can't be going over there by yourself. I'm going with you."

"Kai, I'm perfectly capable of holding my own against Malfoy," the thinner of the two replied, a bit agitated. Despite letting Malakai do what he wills with him, the man still didn't trust him one bit.

"No, I'm going. I won't have you over there flirting with some pretty boy all day. He won't be able to keep his eyes off of you, and I need to protect what's mine," he explained, coming behind Harry to wrap his arms around the thin man's waist. Harry felt himself being pulled back so his back rested against his lover's chest. "I'm going with you, okay?"

Even though it was a question, Harry knew that he had no choice but to obey. "Okay, you can come. But please, don't cause a fuss," Harry replied, turning around so he faced Malakai. "I don't want any trouble today."

"I'm more worried about you than me," Malakai replied, leaning in to place a kiss on Harry's full pink lips. "Now let's get ready."

When Harry walked up to the door of the mansion with his boyfriend and two children, the twins couldn't hold in their excitement about being in such a big house. It was even a little daunting for Harry, who had been there before, albeit a long time ago. Nonetheless, he forced himself to raise his hand to ring the doorbell.

The beautiful face of Draco Malfoy was what they were greeted with when the door opened. When you looked more carefully, you could see Kendrick on his leg, looking a bit shy, but happy at the same time. "Kenny!!!" Sirius and James exclaimed quite happily, as each of them took one of the boy's hands.

Harry smiled at the trio, feeling a bit of contentment coming from them. He looked up at Draco, doing his best to look as cheerful as possible. "Uh, Malfoy, this is my boyfriend Malakai Ryans. Kai, this is Mr. Draco Malfoy," he said. The two exchanged an awkward hand shake. Malakai did not look very happy. That said, neither did Draco. In that moment, they both sized each other up. "Well, I suppose we ought to go inside?"

Draco looked at Harry and nodded. "Of course…how rude of me," he said, sending an extra glare towards Malakai. There was something about the man that he just didn't like. Perhaps it was the thought that he was currently sharing a house, bed and even children with his Harry. His Harry.

The kids were quick to find the large swimming pool. All three of them jumped in quite cheerfully. Kendrick was a bit shy at first, but was quick to join the twins in their games. It was nice for Harry to sit back and watch all three of them play. Draco, of course, didn't quite dislike sitting next to the frail man, even if it meant also being in the presence of Malakai. He kept his arm wrapped protectively around Harry, who was sitting in his lap on one of the many chairs. It was obvious that Harry felt rather uncomfortable sitting on Malakai in front of Draco. In the comforts of their home, he didn't mind so much, but in front of his ex-lover…it was strange.

"Daddy! Papa! Look! Look at me!" came the voice of James who was doggy paddling around the pool happily. It was only a few months earlier when Harry taught them how to swim, but they were always getting better. "Me too! Me tooooo!" Sirius yelled as he struggled to copy his brother. Kendrick watched them, with a very Malfoy expression on his face. It was a mix between amusement and embarrassment. "Come on Kendrick! We'll help you," Sirius said when he realized that the blond wasn't swimming much. The twins both went over to him, taking his hands and pulled him along with them.

"Looking good, boys," Draco said, a grin on his beautiful face. Harry couldn't help but glance at him a bit. It was still a bit daunting to see just how beautiful Draco still was. Maybe he really hadn't deserved him. 'What are you thinking?! That doesn't matter now anyway!' he thought to himself.

"Malfoy, would you mind joining me for a little private chat somewhere else? Dollface, you can watch the kids, right?" Malakai asked, squeezing him slightly. Harry pretty much knew what this was all about. Regardless, he nodded, knowing it was best to just agree to anything his lover said. It was just safer.

"Sure thing," Draco said, hating the way he'd called Harry 'Dollface'. Harry wasn't a doll, and he knew that the best. He led Malakai to his private office. "Feel free to have a seat."

"I don't need a seat, thanks," Malakai said rather abrasively. "I want to get one thing straight with you Mr. Malfoy. Harry belongs to me. I won't have you pushing your way into his life." Draco flinched. He figured something like this would happen. But he wasn't going to go down without a fight.

"And here, I had the impression that Harry was his own person," Draco replied, taking a seat at the desk. "Mr. Ryans, my son has taken a liking to your twins. That is the reason I invited you all into my home. Now, I would appreciate if you didn't insult me so in my own house."

Malakai's fist came down on the desk. "I know Harry is what you're after. I'm warning you to stay away. Can you do that for me? Because if you can't, I'll make sure that my boys never come over here to play again."

"Fine," Draco said, just wanting to get this man out of his face. "If you'll calm down, I do think we should return to the others." He stood, without a word, and left the room. He wasn't about to sacrifice his son's friendship to argue with this stupid Quidditch player. He would have to get to Harry some other way.

When the two returned, Harry was relieved to find that nobody had thrown any punches. He could imagine Malakai and Draco fighting…of course, he couldn't think of who would win. Both would be able to hold their own. Regardless, it was nice to know that the two had managed to have a civil conversation. He couldn't help but smile at the both of them.

Draco did his best to avert his eyes, but they always wandered back to Harry, who was now standing by the edge of the pool, watching over the children as they played. He knew if he stared too much, Malakai would want to have another chat with him, and he had a feeling if that happened, it wouldn't go quite as well as their last chat did. He had no doubt that he could take the Quidditch player on, but he knew Harry wouldn't be happy with that. That definitely wasn't the impression he wanted to give Harry.

Unfortunately, he couldn't help but watch as Malakai pulled Harry into his arms forcefully. It was obvious that the man was simply trying to make Draco horribly jealous. Meanwhile, Harry felt quite like Katharine Hepburn in The Philadelphia Story being fought over by Cary Grant and John Howard. Much to our dismay there isn't a Jimmy Stewart in sight. Regardless, it isn't so evident who will win: old love or new love…Cary or John? Would Katharine Hepburn end up with her first love, or settle for something less?

But when Malakai let go, moving to sit at the table, Harry hadn't been ready for the move and lost his footing. Before Draco knew it, there was a very large splash coming from the pool and Harry was no longer in sight. All three of the children were giggling as Harry's head popped up over the surface of the water. "Papa, you made Daddy fall in!" Sirius said, still laughing. "Daddy, you should have worn your swim trunks," James mentioned.

Harry hoisted himself onto the edge of the pool. It was rather difficult considering his clothes were sopping wet. Draco had to help him up, grabbing the thin man's arm to pull him to a standing position. "Sorry," Harry said, his face turning a deep shade of red at the embarrassment he was now experiencing.

Draco chuckled, sending a smirk over to Harry. "No apologies, Potter. I've got a robe you can borrow," he said. "Mr. Ryans, if you would watch the kids…" Malakai didn't look too happy about this, but nodded. Harry knew that this didn't bode well for him. Regardless of whatever would happen between him and Draco in this alone moment…Malakai would treat him as though he cheated on him or something.

Draco led him to his bedroom. This was a place that Harry knew quite well. He remembered the scent of the room and a feeling of familiarity washed over him. The green walls…the door leading to the balcony…and the bed. That bed. Harry could remember every second they spent in that bed over the summer. It hadn't been hard to keep their relationship a secret from his parents. After all, he just had to apparate. But now the room only held an emptiness…something that used to be, but couldn't matter anymore.

Harry snapped out of these thoughts when Draco handed him a green fluffy robe. Harry recognized it as the one he always used when staying over. "You should get undressed or you'll get sick," the blond said, a grin on his face.

"Would you mind…um…turning around?" Harry questioned sheepishly.

"It's nothing I haven't seen before," Draco said, then seeing Harry flinch turned his back so the other would start stripping.

Why hadn't Harry wanted Draco to watch him? Because his body was no longer beautiful. It held plenty of scars, some smaller and others quite large and rather r to look at. Harry hated what his body had become and he definitely didn't want his ex-lover to see it. He was so ashamed that he rushed to put the robe on, not even wanting to see it himself. "Okay, thanks," he said as he tied the belt.

Draco couldn't help but laugh at the sight of Harry's tiny body looked in his robe. It had been this way back when they were dating, so it was almost like he and Harry were back in school again. "You really haven't grown at all, have you?" he joked. When Harry didn't laugh with him, an awkward silence began to fill the room. "Since seeing you the other day…I've been thinking," Draco suddenly said. "I wanted to…apologize."

Harry was almost shocked even hearing Malfoy say such a word. Malfoys never apologized for anything!

"I know, it's a bit late. But I realized what a mistake it was to let you go," he said, taking a step towards Harry, who in precaution took one step back. "And I want you to know that I think your boyfriend treats you like shit and you deserve much better." Harry froze now. Did he know? Was it that obvious?

Even when Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, pulling him so their bodies touched…the dark-haired man found that he couldn't control his limbs enough to escape this embrace. Before he knew it, the firm lips of his ex-lover were against his own, in a gentle, but hurried kiss. All the frustration Draco had felt without having Harry by his side was tasted in this kiss. Draco's hands began to move, feeling, grasping at Harry.

It was only when a hand began sneaking into the robe that Harry snapped out of it. Two hands placed on Draco's chest, he pushed the blond back, tightening the robe around him. His face was red with a mixture of embarrassment, anger and passion. His breathing was still rather irregular, his chest rising and falling. "What makes you think you're any better than him?" he breathed. "And you're wrong. I don't deserve better…besides, you made it perfectly clear that I didn't deserve you."

The words stung, but before Draco could stop him, Harry had left the room, taking his sopping wet clothes with him.

'Why did I think this would be okay?' Harry asked himself as he hurried back to the pool. He wanted to cry, but knew if he did, Malakai would suspect even more than he already did. Instead, he took Malakai's hand and leaned against him. "Kai, can we go home soon?" he asked.

When Draco made it back, he didn't mention what happened. It wouldn't be a good idea in front of both the children and Malakai. Not to mention, Harry made it perfectly clear that he didn't want to talk about it. It was obvious the man was impatiently waiting to leave. But Draco had insisted on putting Harry's clothes in the drier.

When the clothes were done, Harry called for the twins to get out of the water. "Aw, but Daddy, we want to stay," James said with a pout on his precious little face. It was the kind of face that Harry would sometimes give in to, just because he wanted his children to be happy. Now was not one of those times. He wanted to leave so badly. He gave James a stern look, and immediately both boys were out of the water and covered in towels.

"Well Malfoy, it was nice of you to have us over," Harry said hurriedly, as he ushered the boys out of the mansion. Malakai gave a warning glace to the blond before following the rest of his family.

"Father?" Kendrick asked.

"Yes?"

"Can I have another Daddy too?" he asked curiously. He didn't quite understand why the twins had two fathers and not a mother. He hadn't liked his mother that much because she'd never been all that nice to him. Not like his father was anyway. And James and Sirius seemed perfectly happy with both of their parents.

"I'm working on it."

"You little slut!" Malakai shouted as he pushed Harry onto their bed, trapping the thinner man's wrists above his head. "Something happened when you were up there with that Draco Malfoy."

Harry shook his head. "No, nothing happened," he replied, trying to pull away. Malakai straddled his waist, pinning him down effectively. "I promise, Kai. You're the only one I'm ever thinking about."

Slap #1.

"That's bullshit and you know it," Malakai accused rather accurately. "He touched you. Let's find out where." His hands began to roam his lover's body, following the feminine curve of the petite man's hips. Harry couldn't help but squirm around. All he wanted to do was go to sleep. He'd had a hard enough day.

"Please, Kai. Let's not do this tonight."

Slap #2.

"I thought you understood, Potter. You belong to me. And not just when you want me to. Always," he said, grinding his hips against the smaller male's. Harry whimpered, the noise being swallowed up by Malakai's lips as he closed the space between them. "See?" Malakai grabbed Harry's chin, holding it in place so he had no choice but to look right back at the quidditch player. "You know you enjoy it." Harry's eyes closed as Malakai grinded against him again.

It wasn't this part that Harry minded so much. But when they actually got down to business, Malakai tended to "forget" certain things: lube and preparation. Harry almost always ended up with a horribly sore bottom in the morning.

When Malakai got sick of the foreplay, he began to shed the rest of the clothing both of them had left. His hands continue to run over Harry's thin form, feeling the bones underneath the skin and the scars above the skin. He rolled Harry onto his stomach, ready for the main event of the evening. Harry, of course, hid his face in one of the many pillows on the bed, as Malakai began to push his way in.

The thinner of the two couldn't help but cry out as he was thrust all the way into. Judging by the pain he was feeling…he knew these were going to be another set of sheets ruined with stains of his own blood. "Kai, please…wait." But his plea was in vain, for Malakai had already begun to thrust his hips. The man's moans began to fill the room along with Harry's cries of pain.

"Gods," Malakai said in a husky voice as his thrusts increased in speed. With this change of pace, Harry felt a new wave of pain and with it, a wave of nausea. Tears streamed down the sunken in and bruised cheeks. Harry made sure to keep his face against the pillow not wanting Malakai to see his face. He was ashamed and embarrassed, letting someone do this to his body.

With a grunt, Malakai finally released himself inside of Harry. He held still for a few moments before pulling out and collapsing next to his lover. "Don't pretend you don't like it rough, slut."

"It hurts," Harry whined.

Slap #3.

So this chapter was a bit longer than the first. I hate writing all the bad parts!!! Haha. Well, don't forget to review! I love hearing from everyone!!