Summary: Harry is 23. He has a five year old daughter, Rea. He's married to Ginny Weasley. They live a muggle life. Everything is perfect, right? Wrong. When a face from his past shows up, what hidden truths will be revealed? And does he have any regrets?DM/HPmpreg
Warning: This fic contains slash pairings. Male/male relationships. And, also, mpreg. Don't like, don't read. If you don't mind this, read on. There's a warning on the summary of this fic, why would you even click on it if you don't like either of these two things?
Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter. If we did, I would place dibs on Draco Malfoy. I know, I know: Who wouldn't? LOL. All characters belong to JK Rowling, except Veronica Malfoy and Rea Potter. They're ours. Don't steal em, please. We love em too much.
A/N: The slash will come, but we're not sure exactly when yet. After all, the chapter lengths will vary. Not in this chappy, though there is quite a lot of angst, and a little romance. Not telling who, though! Well, read on, review, and IF YOU HAVE TO FLAME, GO EASY ON US POOR, POOR FAERIES!
A Harry Potter Soap Opera
By: Faeries of Eternal Darkness
Chapter Two
Draco looked up from his cup of coffee, rubbing his blurred eyes so he could see the clock on the microwave. He wasn't that tired, but he still needed his morning coffee to start his day off. 'Wait,' he thought. 'It's not morning. It's 4 in the afternoon.' he told himself. He shrugged it off and looked back down at his coffee, absentminded. He just couldn't stop thinking about what was upstairs in that room, what secrets it held. He considered himself to lead a double life, but that wasn't quite the truth. Now, if he was actually still seeing him, then yes, it would be a double life. But it just felt that way because he had never told Veronica a thing about his past.
Draco didn't even think she'd ever asked. And, if she had, then she had just shrugged it off as not important enough to bother her. How wrong she was. If she knew a thing about his life before he had married her, she would probably be repulsed beyond belief, divorce him, and never come near him again. Not, he thought, what he wanted. Not at all.
Back at school, everyone had hated him. As a matter of fact, everyone in the world he had left behind had hated him. And they probably still did, and always would. It wasn't that he himself had done anything particularly bad, because he hadn't, it was his family name. His father. Draco had hated him, and still did to this day. He detested the fact that his father had been so weak as to be a servant to a fork-tongued, red-eyed, slit-nosed weakling, that wasn't able to do things by himself, so he sent others to do his work for him. Draco would never be that weak. He was much too proud for that. And he had proven it, too, by not going over to that side. No, he had stuck with Harry and the others, until finally Voldemort had been defeated.
Draco sighed. Today was going to be a long day.
Harry woke up at about a quarter til nine; he sighed and looked down at his daughter in his arms. Smiling, he carefully got the remote and turned the TV on; the Bugs Bunny and Tweety show just happened to be on, and so he started to watch a cartoon with Bugs and Daffy. Rea woke up just as the next one came on; it was a Tweety one. Tweety was her favorite. She smiled and started to watch, and as he sang his trademark song, she sang along. She had watched these cartoons every Saturday since the day she was born. Harry moved her off him and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. He looked around, and decided to make waffles. Once they were done, he took them back to the living room, and the two of them ate and watched cartoons all morning long.
At lunchtime, Harry decided it was time to clean up. Ginny had already gone; he got up, and cleaned up the breakfast, then he took a shower. While he was in there, the phone rang. Rea answered it.
"Potter residence. How may I help you?" she said, in her "Grown-up" voice.
"Yes," said the male voice at the other end. "May I speak with Harry Potter?"
"Well, he can't come to the phone right now. Wanna leave a message?" she asked.
"Umm...yes. Tell him that his "dragon" called." he replied.
"Okay, sir....have a nice day." she said, slamming the phone back down into its cradle and starting to back away from it as if it were a deadly wild animal. Then she screamed.
"DADDY!"
He ran down the stairs, dripping wet; he looked scared to death, and he had thrown his clothes on quickly, without drying himself off first.
"Are you okay, hun? What's wrong?" he asked, his voice laced with worry. She answered him in a slightly shaky voice.
"This guy called and he said to tell you that your "dragon" called." Harry's eyes went wide with shock and his face went sheet-white. He was like this for a full ten minutes; Rea recovered and asked:
"What did he mean, daddy?"
"Nothing, hun. Nothing." came his reply, but he was a bit distracted-sounding. He went to the phone and dialed the code to call the person back; it rang once, then a woman picked up the other end.
"Malfoy residence. May I be of some service?" she asked. "Tell Draco Harry called." was all he said. He unhooked the phone from its base and then threw it, breathing very hard. Rea had already gone upstairs to entertain herself; he jerked the phone cord from the wall, then he threw the phone base and cord all onto the floor, storming up the carpeted stairs and into his room. He slammed the door, thinking 'Damn it...why did that stupid git have to call? How did he get this number? Did he call just to gloat? Why?' was all he could think.
Draco put the phone down, sighing. He put his head in his hands, then, after a moment, stood and walked out into the greenhouse off the kitchen. He had called Harry, but his daughter had answered. Surely she would tell Harry that he had called. After all, he had said to tell him his "Dragon" had called, and that would surely get her attention. He didn't even really know why he had called. After a few minutes, he went back inside.
Veronica was on the phone. "Yes, I've got it. Tell Draco Harry called. Bye!" she said, putting down the receiver. Draco's face went deathly white, then he went bright red; he strode into the kitchen. Veronica turned to him, smiling. Oh, hi Draco! A guy named Harry just-" she began, radiant. He glared at her.
"WHY didn't you tell me? That call was very important, Ronnie!" he said. She flinched. He only called her "Ronnie" when he was very, very angry. She backed slowly away.
"I-I didn't know where you were. Sorry, Draco darling, I won't do it again. Here...call him back. I'm going to go take a shower." she said, handing him the phone. She kissed him briefly then hurried out of the room. He hesitated this time; why was he so anxious to talk to him after five years?
The phone rang; he picked it up. "Hello?" he asked. The familiar voice of Rea answered.
"What was that dragon thing you said? It made my daddy freak out for a few moments." she asked.
"It was a small joke, and I am a friend of his from school." he explained.
"Well, daddy didn't like it, and he started throwing things. And now he's sulking. Wanna talk to him?" she asked. He sighed.
"Sure." he answered. He heard her yell for Harry, heard him pick up the phone, then slammed the receiver down, and hung up. He just couldn't do this...not yet.
Rea snuck downstairs; she wanted to know what made her daddy act so upset. She also wanted to know why that man had said what he had said...so she went into the dining room and hooked the phone back into the wall and the base, and hit the redial button. The phone rang twice before the voice that had called her earlier answered.
"Hello?" Draco asked.
"What was that dragon thing you said? It made my daddy freak out for a few moments." she asked.
"It was a small joke, and I am a friend of his from school." he explained.
"Well, daddy didn't like it, and he started throwing things. And now he's sulking. Wanna talk to him?" she asked. He sighed.
"Sure." he answered.
"Daddy! Phone for you!" she yelled. She heard the other end click as Harry picked up the phone, and she hung up.
Veronica was sulking at the local hip club. She was drinking a Skyy Vodka; a young girl with red hair came in the door, 'She is definitely in the lower class.' Veronica thought. She watched as the red-head sidled up to the bar; she had a nurse's uniform on. Veronica thought she looked horrid. She quickly ordered a gin and tonic for herself, on the rocks, with a pink straw, smirking and watching the exhausted looking girl. She watched as she ordered a strong martini and drank it in one gulp; Veronica almost gaped at this but she kept her cool. Then the red-head noticed her and grimaced, then threw back another drink. Finally, Veronica spoke.
"What's your name and what are you doing in a place like this? Isn't this a bit above you?" she asked.
"Name's Ginny, and no I don't think this place is above me. Not at all." she answered, and for the next four hours the two girls ordered drinks for themselves and each other in total silence.
He sighed; there was no one on the other end. Harry put the phone back down and continued to wallow in self-pity. He cried a bit, and then his thoughts went back to the night that had brought his happiness to its knees. To take it all back, to go back and change it...he had his reasons for everything, but still nothing could make rhyme or reason of that night.
(Flashback)
Draco had come home that night and apologized, and so did he. They sat in front of the fire; it was a night full of "dreams". Late into the night they talked.
"Harry?" Draco asked.
"Hmmmm?" came the sleepy answer.
"Where were you the other night?" asked the blonde. "Come on, tell me. Please." begged Draco.
"Well, where were you? We had a date, if you recall. You never turned up. Where did you go? Were you stoned again?" the dark-haired boy replied, now fully awake.
"No. I thought that was for last night." Draco answered, slightly agitated.
"Then where were you?" he sighed. The phone rang sharply. Grumbling, Draco answered it.
"What do you want?" he barked into the receiver. Harry had turned over and feigned sleep, but he heard every word.
"He's asleep now. I'm sorry, but I couldn't leave things the way they were with him. You know that. No, of course not! I love you!" Draco went on. This sickened Harry to the core. What the hell was going on?
(End Flashback)
Draco couldn't believe he had gone through all that trouble for nothing. He had wanted to call Harry, and he had, but when it came down to it, Draco knew he couldn't face him yet. He was angry at himself, for his apparent weakness where Harry was concerned.
The ballet recital. Harry's daughter was the lead role; he would confront him then. He told himself that he would find the courage by then. Doubtless, Harry would hate him, but still he felt oddly compelled to speak to the one he had broken up with five years before. He knew that, if he didn't, he would go insane.
Up in the living room, he found a note that Veronica had left, telling him that she had "gone out". He sighed; she was out getting drunk again.
"Oh, well. At least I don't have to hear her whine and beg me for jewelry and clothes when she's passed out." he said to himself, smiling lightly.
His life was boring, really. He didn't have to work, seeing as how he had inherited his family's fortune five years ago, when his parents had been killed by Aurors after Voldemort's fall. He had enough money to live in luxury for a lifetime.
"Whoever said 'Money doesn't buy happiness' was absolutely correct. I never thought i'd say that, but it's true." he sighed, sitting down in his favorite armchair and sulking. He was getting rather good at sulking lately. It was amusing, he thought. He hadn't sulked in five years. How coincidental that he should start again now.
He didn't know how long he sat there, but it seemed like an eternity to him. It hit him; he was alone. Sure, he had his wife, but they hated each other. He had no children. A horrible, unknown feeling washed over him for the first time in his life. Draco Malfoy knew loneliness. And, he decided, he didn't like it. Not one bit.
Looking at the clock, he realized just how late it was, and that Veronica still wasn't home. He grimly wondered how many other men she was cheating on him with. He didn't care, really, he just knew she was. He was the richest man in Britain! He should be happy! However, it seemed Satan was having fun ruining his life. He drank a cup of hot chocolate, sitting in front of the fireplace, which was lit by orange and yellow flames. Suddenly he remembered the significance of this and froze.
Harry had loved to sit by the fire with a cup of hot chocolate. Harry had loved a great many things. And Harry had loved him. Draco Malfoy. He knew now how stupid it had been to break up with him.
But, even if Harry Potter had loved him, he had also hurt him. More than Draco could bear to be hurt. He had never expected Harry to betray him. Never thought they'd be alone.
But they were. Well, at least Draco was. Harry loved his daughter. Draco had no one.
He had called that night. Blaise Zabini. He had called, and Draco, being the fool, had told him that Harry was asleep(which Draco thought was true), and they talked. And Draco had told him that he loved him. Harry had heard all of this, and it had been the end of their relationship. Draco had found this slightly unfair, as Harry had been screwing around with Seamus Finnigan for quite some time and Draco had tried to ignore it. Harry had even known that Draco knew. And yet, that didn't stop him. Draco couldn't understand what had gone wrong with them, he just knew that breaking up with him had been the most painful thing he had ever had to do. And yes, Draco had broken up with Harry.
Harry had screamed at him, telling him off for cheating on him. Draco brought up the point that Harry had cheated on him as well, and it was only fair if the both of them were equal in this.
"So it' s revenge then, is it? Can't stand the thought that for once, you might lose, Draco? That maybe the world doesn't revolve around you?" Harry had said, and Draco still remembered the cold in his voice.
"You think I don't know that, Harry? After all, you're the one who taught me that I'm not the most important person in the world. I did, however, think I was the most important person to you. Until I found out about you and Finnigan. You expected me to just sit there and let things go on? No. I wouldn't do that. I had to make you hurt as much as you hurt me. And it seems to me like it' s working. Now you know how it feels. Tell me how this feels, Harry. I hate you, and I never want to see your face again. This is it. I can't take it anymore, and since neither of us are going to stop this, well, there really isn't anything else I can do. So goodbye, Harry. Don't try to contact me. You won't be able to find me." Draco had said, storming out of the room and out the door, apparating once he had gotten outside. That had been the last time they had saw each other.
Harry got into his car and drove all night. That was all he could think to do; as soon as Ginny got home, he got into his car, slammed the door shut, and turned the radio on. He didn't care what music was on, but it just happened to be 'I Drove All Night' by Celine Dion. He didn't care as long as he got away from it all. The drive calmed him a bit, but by the time this happened he was completely lost. He saw a sign saying 'London: 167 miles'.
'Damn,' he thought. 'I won't get back til late; tomorrow at the least.' So at the first hotel he came to, he stopped and checked in. It was an upper class hotel, after he got his rather nice suite he just fell onto the bed and reflected.
'Come to think of it....Ginny was a bit off...' he thought, but then again he knew he had left so fast that it was too late to call. So, he just fell asleep. He woke to the sound of music; he had no clue where he was. Then it hit him.
"Wow. The last time I was in a hotel like this was so long ago..." he sighed, still half-asleep. He had dreamt something, but as he tried to remember it, it slipped away. He laid his head back on the fluffy pillows, and after a bit he went down to partake in the complimentary continental breakfast. He had a poppy seed muffin, some hot tea, and a grapefruit with lots of sugar. He smiled at the significance of this breakfast, but quickly pushed the thought away. He went back upstairs and took a shower, then dressed again, checked out of the hotel, and drove home.
When he got back, Ginny was lying on the couch with an ice pack on her head, a glass of water in her hand, and some Excedrin on the table beside her. The curtains were drawn and she groaned as he shut the door. He shook his head and went to check on Rea. When he found that she was okay, he went back down to Ginny and sat on the edge of the couch. She groaned again.
"Remind me never to do that again." she said.
"Do what?" Harry asked. He knew something had been off with her. She answered after a minute.
"Go and get myself smashed while I was on call. I've been suspended for a week." she said, quiet.
"What did you do?" he inquired again.
"I got drunk." she answered.
"YOU WHAT?!?!?!?!?" he almost yelled. She flinched.
"Ugh. Don't do that. Yes, Harry, I did get drunk. Nothing happened to Rea, don't worry." she said, she said, hoping this would calm him down. However, it had the opposite effect. Harry was livid.
"How could I have been such a fool as to trust you with my child? You go and get yourself drunk, which I could have forgiven. But ON CALL? Then you come home, I tell you I'm going for a drive, and you say it's fine! What if something had happened to Rea?" he shouted this time. A timid voice broke out into the searing silence.
"Are you two fighting?" she asked, quiet. Harry sighed.
"No, Rea, we aren't fighting. Hey, how about we go upstairs, I'll get you dressed, and we go somewhere?" he asked. He packed for the both of them, then got Rea dressed, put her in the car, and drove to a nice hotel. A very familiar hotel. When he checked in, the receptionist looked shocked to see him. Rea was happy because the hotel had a very nice pool and kiddy place, everything was nice. She skipped and did a few turns, smiling. He, in turn, smiled too and changed into his swim trunks, taking Rea down to the pool so she could swim. That was her second favorite thing to do besides dance: swimming. She was very good at it. He watched as she splashed around in a shallow end. This is what it should have been like. It was missing only one thing. One more thing and it would all have been perfect.
Draco remembered back when he and Harry had first moved in together, how the two of them would stay up all night, just talking, laughing. He remembered how much he had depended on Harry to make up for the emptiness that filled his heart. The emptiness had always been there, since he had been an invisible child, more or less. Neither his mother or father acknowledged him in any way, unless it was to scorn him, and looking back he realized that he had looked to Harry for healing. With time he had learned to laugh, to love, and to live life with some kind of meaning. He had once had everything.
It was taken from him in the space of a few moments. All the peace, happiness, tranquility...all shattered. Gone, like shadows in the night. And he was empty again, and had been ever since that day. He doubted he would ever feel pleasant again.
It didn't seem to Draco like it had been five years since they had broken up. It seemed, to him, an eternity. First, after he had left Harry, had come the shock and realization of what he had done. Then came anger and resentment towards himself and Harry. Himself for not being faithful to Harry, and to Harry for being so hateful to him. After all, it wasn't as if Harry didn't have other "acquaintances". Oh, yes. He had fooled around with Seamus Finnigan since their seventh year. He knew of two others. Neville Longbottom, on occasion(which had always thoroughly disgusted Draco). and Ron Weasley. He chuckled to himself. He had promised Ron that Hermione would never hear what had happened from him. Ron loved her, he really did. But Ron also loved...other things. Harry being one.
He wondered how Hermione was doing. He hadn't spoken to her in more than a year, and she had kept inquiring about Harry, and whether the two of them had seen each other again yet. He had told her no and that he had no intention to see the whiny little git ever again, and as he said it he had wanted to burst out into tears. He knew there would be consequences when Harry found out about himself and Blaise, but...he had never expected them to break up. And the part that Draco hated, the part that made Draco sick, was that he had been the one to end it.
He closed these thoughts out of his mind. They troubled him and nearly brought him to tears again, after five years of forgetting. But then again, he thought to himself, he had never really forgotten. Just hidden them deep down, where he had willed them to the back of his mind, to the darkest depths, so that the hurt and guilt would go away. It never had. It ate, even now, at his soul.
They ended up not shopping, but they ate at a nice restaurant and took a walk by the Thames. It was a quiet evening and the moon was full, and the stars shone brightly. They could see them through the city lights. Harry's thoughts strayed to that final year.
(Flashback)
Harry and Draco made an odd couple, everyone knew that. But they lost the heart to tell them it wouldn't last when they saw the two of them together. Hermione watched them from the Quidditch stands as they played against each other for their final school match. It was Gryffindor versus Slytherin yet again, just as it had always been. If there was one thing you could count on, it would be that. Even after everything that had gone on...all the death, these two were still rivals as well as something more. To Hermione, it was astounding.
Harry's hand closed around the Snitch; he had won the Quidditch Cup once again. He had only a second to react before something hit him and sent him plummeting to the grass below. Draco hit beside him.
"Damn it, Harry, you stopped too fast." Draco said, standing. He grabbed Harry by the arm and pulled him up.
"You're just using me as an excuse to cover up your horrible reaction time, Draco." he answered. The two shook hands and laughed. Everyone came down to congratulate them, and by the time the crowd thinned, Draco had become quite annoyed.
"You get all the attention yet again. Wasn't killing Voldemort enough?" he said, serious.
"You know I won't talk about that. Just drop it." Harry answered. The two headed up to the Great Hall for dinner.
(End Flashback)
Harry snapped out of it as he saw his daughter balancing on a cement barricade right next to the water. He nearly had a heart attack. He grabbed her off and sat her down and glared at her, but that had no effect. She continued skipping and singing some nonsense song. He shook his head and followed her. They walked in the direction of Vauxhall Bridge, and they came upon a street artist. He was playing the violin. She started dancing in circles and then Harry threw a few coins in and lead her away. They got to this bridge and sat on a nearby bench. Rea snuggled up to him and he dropped a quick kiss on her head, staring across the river water into space. The night was crisp with the hint of winter in the breeze. He liked the quiet, the seclusion.
After an hour, he raised himself from his stupor, woke Rea from her cat nap, and they headed home. All of a sudden, Rea piped up, "Can I have a dog?"
"What, hun?"
"Can-we-get-a-doggie?" she repeated, saying each syllable slowly. He glared at her.
"What kind of dog did you have in mind?" he asked, still preturbed that his daughter had back-talked him.
"Either a working dog or a terrier." she replied. Rea loved to watch dog shows.
"I doubt that mommy would like a big dog." he said. She seemed to think for a moment.
"How 'bout a kerry blue terrier?" she said, finally.
"How about a mutt, hun?" he replied, almost begging.
"Nope." she answered. She crossed her arms over her chest and had the nerve to arch her eyebrow at him. He knew that look all too well, and he knew any further attempts would not succeed, so he just sighed and they walked the rest of the way home without incident.
When they got home, he put Rea in the bath filled with her favorite blueberry bubbles and rubber ducky. She splished and splashed, and finally he got her out and ready for bed.
"Tell me a story, daddy." she pleaded.
"Okay." he sighed.
"Once upon a time, a young boy around seventeen was going to a really nice school, and this boy's name was Jay. He was really popular, but he didn't want to be, and so he became friends with his childhood rival. After that, they sort of fell in love. Well, at least Jay was in love: the head-over-heels kind. They got married and lived happily." he finished.
"Daddy, that's not much of a story."
"Well, it will have to do for now." He kissed her good-night and then went to bed himself. He dreamed of the real fairy tale.
(Flashback-Dream)
It was the final week of Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts. The wizarding world was in disarray from the repeated attacks by Voldemort. It had been a year full of worry and secrecy, things had been more restricted. But, all in all, Harry found one thing that had stayed the same. Draco Malfoy, his rival since his first year. He was still the same spoiled rich brat he had always been, with the exception that he had threatened to kill Harry instead of just being cruel. Yet Harry found comfort that some things would never change.
Then, the next day, an owl arrived for Draco at breakfast. He opened it, read it, and went, if possible, more pale than Harry had ever saw him. He stood and stormed from the hall, and Harry, curious, followed him. He wondered what could upset Malfoy so much; he had never seen him so shaken.
He found him in the dungeons, heading toward Professor Snape's office. "Hey, Malfoy." he called, from the other end of the corridor. Draco stopped and turned to him with malice.
"What do you want, Potter? Looking for a fight?" he spat, his words like poison as they left his mouth. Harry was stunned by his hatred. Harry walked until they were about three feet apart, then crossed his arms over his chest and looked him straight in the eye.
"What's got you so bothered, Malfoy? Something in that letter?" he asked, mockingly. He had only ever saved this tone of voice for him.
"Fuck off, Potter. Now is not a good time." Draco said, a threatening tone in his voice.
"It's always a good time to pick a fight with you." Harry retorted.
"No," Draco seethed. "No, it's not. Get out of my face, Potter, or you'll regret it!" he practically yelled. Harry was shocked by his attitude.
Without a word, Harry snatched the parchment from Draco's hand. He backed away quickly then tried to read it, but Draco punched him in the face.
"Give that back, Potter! It's none of your business!" he said, hatred evident in his tone.
"I want to know what's bothered you so much, Malfoy! Now be a good little pureblood, and back off!" Harry answered. Amazingly, Draco did as he was told. He arched an eyebrow at Harry, crossed his arms, and leaned coolly against the stone wall. "That's better," said Harry, resuming to the letter.
Draco watched his eyes grow wide and his face white. Harry looked as though he were in shock. Draco waited for a word, just so he could find an excuse to hurt Harry. But when Harry finally spoke, the words weren't hateful. "But...but I just saw him! Two days ago! he was fine--" he began.
"He's not fine, Potter! He's dead, Voldemort killed him! His own Death Eater!" Draco yelled.
Harry was angrier than he had ever been in his life, yet he didn't know why. What did he care if Lucius Malfoy was dead? He had made Harry's life a living hell! This didn't make sense! He looked over at Draco, who was trembling. In fear or supressed rage, Harry couldn't tell.
"You all right, Malfoy?" Harry asked, in a non-caring tone. Even though, for some reason, he did care. Draco didn't answer, he just slumped down against the wall and stared ahead of him, his eyes empty and seeing things far away.
For once in his life, Harry actually felt sorry for Draco Malfoy. He refused to show it, though, and stood there, silent, instead.
"Well? Aren't you going to say anything, Potter?" Draco asked, finally. Harry sighed.
"What do you want me to say? I never had a father. I don't know what that feels like. Voldemort killed mine, too, remember?" Harry said, dangerously quiet. Draco nodded numbly.
"I know that..." he trailed off.
"Then why do you expect me to understand? Both of my parents died before I can even remember!" Harry replied, slightly bothered.
"I said I know that! Are you deaf, Potter?!" Draco cried. Harry jumped in shock. He sighed.
"Calm down, Draco. I'm not trying to fight with you." he said.
"I thought any time was a good time to pick a fight with Draco Malfoy?" Draco said, quiet.
"Well, not now. You just lost your father, no matter how much of a bastard he was. And I know it hurts to lose someone." Harry said, sitting down across from Draco and staring directly into his face.
"I don't want your pity." Draco said.
"It's not pity. I never pity anyone." Harry answered.
"Sirius Black."
"What?"
"Sirius Black. That's who hurt you when they died, right?" Draco asked, serious. Harry nodded.
"Father was ecstatic about it. They always hated each other. He practically threw a party." he sighed, staring up at the ceiling.
"I bet. Death Eater field day, I suppose." Harry laughed quietly to himself.
"And you'd know?" Draco retorted.
"Death Eaters have field days?" Harry said, amused. Draco grinned.
"In a sense. Father always made me watch." he said.
I don't think I want to know." Harry decided.
"So," Draco said, trying to change the subject. "Why'd you care so much about what I got in the mail?
"Oh, I just saw you storm out and I was curious." Harry lied. Draco eyed him strangely.
"Oh, really? How'd you even see me leave?" Harry blushed.
"I watched you." he said.
"Watched me? Potter, are you stalking me?" Draco laughed, amused. Harry went bright red. "No! No- I was just looking over for a moment." he said.
"What timing." said Draco, sarcastically.
"Shut up, Malfoy." Harry replied. Draco shrugged.
"All right," he said, standing up. Harry stood up as well. "See you around, Potter." he said, leaning forward. He kissed Harry lightly on the lips and walked off, leaving a bewildered and confused Harry behind him.
The Hogwarts Express awaited them, taking Harry and his friends home from their sixth year of school.
"One more year left," sighed Harry. "One more year, and I'll start my Auror training." As he climbed onto the train, he looked around for any sign of Draco Malfoy, but saw him nowhere. He shrugged and followed Ron onto the train. They made their way back to their usual car, and slid the door open: to find who else but Draco sitting there. Suddenly, Harry remembered that Crabbe and Goyle had left school and become new editions to the Death Eaters.
He looked up at him, glaring. "Get out." he said simply. Ron was furious.
"Get out?! Malfoy, this is the car we've sat in every year! You're the one who should leave!" he said. Draco grinned evilly.
"Well, I'm not going to. Go find your sister and sit with her, Weasel." he sneered.
"Malfoy, can't you be any less of a total prat?" Hermione said, annoyed.
"No, he can't, but that's just Malfoy. His middle name should be prat." Harry grinned, and sat down across from him. Hermione followed, reluctant, and Ron stood by the door glaring daggers at Malfoy.
"You alright, Malfoy?" Harry asked. Draco looked at him, a little surprised.
"And why wouldn't I be, Potter?" he answered, sounding annoyed.
"Well, I was just wondering, what with your dad dying and all. You look like Hell froze over." Harry said.
Draco glared; Ron and Hermione were shocked.
"Lucius is dead?" Hermione asked.
"Serves him right." mumbled Ron.
"I don't want the entire world to know, Potter!" seethed Malfoy.
"Sorry, but they'd have found out eventually. Better now than from the Daily Prophet." he replied.
"How did you know, Harry?" Ron asked.
"Read the letter." he answered.
"What? How did you..."
"I took it from Malfoy and read it. Simple, really." Harry sighed, annoyed. Ron was always slow at these type of things.
"And you let him?" Hermione asked Draco. He sighed.
"No, I didn't. He yelled and ordered me around, and I wanted to get in a fight, so I let him read it. I knew he'd mouth off so I could hit him, but of course he ruined that, too." he said, smug. Harry was holding back laughter. Draco grinned.
"So, Malfoy. What're you planning after next year?" Hermione said, trying to end the awkward silence. He shrugged.
"I'll probably just sit around and look pretty." he said.
"Oh yes, you're so good at that." Ron said, sarcastic.
"Shut it, Ron. Well, I'm going through Auror training. I have to do well in Potions next year." Draco laughed.
"You? Do good in Potions? Potter, Professor Snape loathes you. You won't get an 'Outstanding' in his class." he said.
"Just because I'm not a Slytherin? He won't be allowed to judge me because of my house next year." Harry retorted.
"Whatever you say, Potter." Draco sneered, and turned to stare out the window.
(End Flashback-Dream)
Across town, Draco dreamt as well.
He was walking down a busy street, it was full of people and noise. It was autumn, and by the look of it, nearly Thanksgiving time. He knew this place...he had been here many times before, simply because Veronica loved it. His feet carried himself up the stairs of a large stone building...the ballet recital hall that he owned. His hand opened the door without his permission, and he unwillingly stepped inside. This place was crowded...he heard music down the hall that could only mean one thing: it was the night of the recital.
He continued walking until he reached a large door. This led to the backstage, he knew, and reluctantly he stepped inside. Immediately, his eyes found Rea Potter on the stage. She was hard to miss; she was taller and more pale than all the other girls, and she had the lead role, after all. The instructor saw him; she gave him a scrutinizing look before returning her eyes to the stage. His eyes stayed on Rea, and he walked up as close as he could to the stage without being seen.
His eyes scanned the theater, looking for who he thought was Rea's father. Finally, his eyes fell upon one Harry Potter, sitting front-row center and smiling at his daughter. He looked much the same as Draco remembered, but taller. He remembered that that thing he loved most about Harry was his eyes. He had always loved their color. "Avada Kedavra" green. He had teased Harry endlessly about it. He tried to call to him, but found that no words came. He also realized quickly that no one else could talk, either.
All he could hear was the music. Even if he could talk, the music would have prevented anyone from hearing him, he thought. Looking back at Rea, he watched her dance. He noticed she was graceful, and very pretty. Her eyes were silver grey...just like his. She had her "father's" hair and poise, but her skin was as pale as Draco's. Her hair was rather short, and curly. He smiled softly. He was positive now; Harry had a child...his child. Now all he had to do was figure out how.
He exited the backstage area and went down the hall to the door that led to the seating area of the concert hall. He walked down the aisle to the front row, taking the seat next to Harry with a strange look on his face. Harry's eyes grew wide, as if he were frightened. Draco gestured to Rea on the stage, then back to Harry. He gave him a questioning glance. Slowly, Harry nodded. Draco pointed to himself. Harry nodded once again. Draco grinned, then turned, sat back in the seat, and watched the show.
Back in the Potter household, in the bedroom next to Harry's, Rae herself was dreaming.
(Rea's Dream)
Mr. Malfoy was talking to her daddy. Both of them were sitting on a love seat in front of a rather large fireplace. They seemed to be quite cozy. Suddenly, as though the volume had been turned up, she could hear their conversation.
"Har, love..." Mr. Malfoy was saying. "You can't, and you know it. You heard what the doctor said."
"But Dray...!" Harry pleaded.
"But nothing. I said no, and that's final." said a stern Mr. Malfoy. Harry himself looked as if he was going to cry, and Draco gathered Harry in his arms and whispered, "I'm sorry, love." and Harry started to sob into Draco's shoulder while he whispered sweet nothings in his ear, rubbing circles on his back, and, on intervals, gave him small kisses in his hair and made quieting noises. Finally, Harry's sobs quieted to muffled crying, and stopped.
"I know, love. I know. You know how much I want this too...God, I want this so much! But you heard as well as I did, hun. We will have to find another way. I promise you that, okay?" Draco said, looking straight into Harry's eyes, imploring him to say yes. Slowly, Harry nodded and Draco led him out of the living room. Rea seemed to follow but stopped as the doorbell rang. Draco left Harry in a chair and went to answer the door. It was Hermione. Well, Rea didn't know it was Hermione, but it was. And behind her was a dark, creepy guy.
Hermione rushed across the room and hugged Harry. "I came as soon as I heard. I'm so sorry, Har..." she said, hugging him even more tightly. The creepy guy was talking to Draco, but Rea's attentions turned back to her daddy. She really wasn't comprehending at all. The most she understood was that her daddy and Mr. Malfoy were friends, her daddy was upset, and that there was a creepy guy in the house.
Harry had started to tear up again, and Malfoy drew the attention back on himself by shouting "You bastard!" and punching Snape in the face. Hermione didn't move. "How the hell dare you say that?!" Malfoy was all but yelling. Snape was not smirking now.
"Well, it's true." he retorted.
"Boys!" said Hermione, in a patronizing tone. "This is not the time!" she left Harry and went over to Snape, dragging him over to the side while Draco went back over to Harry and brushed a stray lock of hair out of his face.
"What did Snape say?" Harry asked, through broken sobs.
"Nothing to worry your pretty head about."
"Come on, Dragon." Draco just shook his head. Then, all of a sudden, a sharp crack was heard., Harry and Draco turned in the direction of the noise and saw Snape holding his cheek and staring at Hermione in complete shock. Hermione, on the other hand, was furious. Her eyes were blazing. She looked downright scary. She literally threw the creepy guy out. She turned back to Harry, and the fire in her eyes softened. She went back to the boys and Draco nodded.
"I see you agree with me." he said.
"Yep." she chirped. "We will find a way. I swear to you. I know how much this means to you." she said to Harry.
"Thanks, but what was up with Snape?" he inquired, grateful.
"Har-" Hermione started, but Harry cut her off.
"Listen, I'm not dainty. Just please, tell me what got you two so upset." he pleaded.
"Well, alright..." Draco began.
BRINGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
(End Rea's Dream)
Rea woke with a start. The moment she opened her eyes, the dream and all memory of it fled, only to return many, many years later.
And here's our review responses! Thanks to all who reviewed our first chapter, and so sorry for the long wait!
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love your story! update soon!
Lady Shaylee: thanks for loving this story I hope this is soon enough thanks for reviewing
Shea: Glad you like the story...we thought it was rather strange at first! Actually, we were debating about posting it. Like I said, so incredibly sorry about the long time between updates. I lost my internet in April, and I don't have any clue when I'll be getting it back. In fact, this chapter and the third one have both been done for quite some time, we just haven't been able to get them posted due to lack of internet access. Shaylee can only access every two weeks, as well. So...we'll try, really, we will!
malfoysnogger()
Your story is really cute! I am enjoying it so far. I can't believe
that Draco broke up with Harry over one tiny kiss and is still troubled by
it five years later. He obviously never got over it, and neither did
Harry! I am really hoping that you can find some way to bring them back
together. Neither seem very happy with their wives either!
Update soon please! This is so interesting!
Lady Shaylee: our longest review yet thank you for reviewing and yea this fic is sorta cute and the kiss isn't the whole reason they break up as you will see yea the wives also not happy people and we will bring them back together maybe its all up the REAL ELVISH COIN of DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM glad you find it interesting I hope this is a quick update for ya
Shea: Oh, there is much more to their breakup than just the kiss. They were so close they would never break up over that. Maybe this chapter will clear things up for you, just a bit? No, neither have gotten over it, not yet. We will try to bring them back together, mainly because we're suckers for happy endings, but who knows? Certainly not us. Their wives...well, they're both a bit strange. There's a bit of an insight to this in this chapter. Hope you enjoy! Thanks for reviewing!
Furies
Wow, coll story. Please update soon. thanks-deanne
Lady Shaylee: thanks for reviewing I hope this is soon enough and welcome I hope we brought some entertainment into your life
Shea: Glad you liked it! So sorry for the long update period. I hope so. We thoroughly enjoy writing this fic, we hope you enjoy reading it!
daellyra
Not bad! I like it a lot, but get to the slash fast!
Lady Shaylee: Not bad??? Not bad???? bursts into tears its my first slash fic so I'm testing the waters I'm not sure I can dive right in sooo sorry thanks for reviewing we will get to the slash when we are ready bursts into tears again
Shea: Don't get mad at Shaylee...she's very emotional. She has extremely high standards. Not bad is alright. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion, that's why this is so fun to do! I love to see what you guys think! The slash will come, but we can't rush into it. Keep in mind: A lot has happened between Harry and Draco. They can't just see each other and fall in love all over again at first sight. There has to be a story behind this. We hope you keep reading!
Blue-Punke-Munke
Very good story,Cant wait to read more
Lady Shaylee: thanks for reviewing and thanks for the complement
Shea: Thanks! Here's the next chapter for your enjoyment!
Starryeye1024()
I loved this story. It was Great! Please update it soon. don't make me
have to wait. Once again it was great. UPDATE
Lady Shaylee: OMG our first reviewer faints and okay okay we are updating happy thank you so much for reviewing I think I you j/k thank you thank you thank you
Shea: Congratulations! Our first reviewer! I feel so loved. We got a lot of reviews for this...we had a bad feeling that we weren't going to get any reviews, either that or they would all be flames. And we got lots of reviews, and all encouraging. Thank you so much! Hope you keep reading, and keep enjoying this.
Juju-jula
That was a great first chapter! I can't wait to read more.
Lady Shaylee: thank you for thinking its great and I hope you enjoy this chappy and thanks for reviewing
Shea: Thanks for the review! Glad you loved it. Here's more for you!