Author's Notes: Hey guys- sorry for the wait. I was hoping to get this up by thanksgiving, but then track started, and I've had this thing called National History Day to work on, and it's a pain in the ass. So these things haven't really left me with much time to update or work on the story. Ooh, and I have artwork for Molly/Lucas, thanks to my beta, Melissa! You can find it on her deviantART account at: (Adding in the www. Of course). And I apologize for the length of this chapter, but I decided to break it up because you've waited long enough, and that way you'll get more than one chapter this week. So we all win : More A/N at the end…

Warnings: EmotionalCrying!Harry, and Draco is probably a little OOC too. Well, I think they're all a bit OOC in this story anyway. Hopefully that'll change a bit as it progresses…Also, Fluff. Angst. Don't worry, smut is coming!

Disclaimer: All characters plots, ideas etc… belong to JK Rowling and publishers etc... No copyright infringement is intended, and no money is being made.

It was him. Him. Memories came flooding back into Harry's mind; Karston hadn't changed a bit. Not that he'd really expected him to.

Draco leaned against the doorframe, and crossed his arms. "Well, don't just stand there gaping, Potter. Its rude." Harry moved aside, and Draco entered, Karston following behind. So far, Harry couldn't tell how he was dealing with the sudden meeting; Karston's expression was unreadable. Draco cleared his throat.

"Are you going to speak at all, Potter?" Draco looked from Harry to Karston and then back to Harry. Karston stuck out his hand. Harry hesitated before offering his. The moment their hands met, Karston shook it once, and pulled him in for a hug, his right hand still holding Harry's.

"Harry! Long time no see! How's England been treating you?"

"It's been, " Harry's voice cracked. He cleared his throat before continuing, "It's been good."

Draco shifted his weight and raised an eyebrow; "You two know each other, then?"

"You could say that," Harry ran a hand through his hair, making it stick up in the back.

"Dude, c'mon! We went to the Salem Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry, in the Auror training program, and we were roommates," Karston leaned over to Malfoy, "He's just surprised," he whispered.

"I see. I'll just leave you two alone. You obviously have some catching up to do, and I've got a party to host." Draco disappeared out the door, shutting it behind him.

"So," Harry shifted nervously, "how are you?" he whispered.

"Better, much better."Karston was looking at the floor. "I'm sorry, Har, for the way it ended. I know that this whole thing was sudden, but can we for get about what happened between us; put it behind us, as long as we're working together?"

"You want me to forget, do you?" Harry asked angrily, eyes shining. "Tell me something, Karston, can you just forget 3 years of our lives? Can you put something so substantial away in the back of your mind and not think about it?"

"Harry, please," Karston begged.

"No! How can I forget my first love, my first real boyfriend? When I was with you, I could be myself. I come here, and I've got expectations to meet, an image to uphold, I-"

"Harry,"

Harry wiped away the tear that was threatening to fall. "What?"

"Is there something wrong?" Harry looked at the floor, and crossed his arms. "You haven't told them yet, have you?" Karston asked quietly. Harry shook his head, not bothering to look up. "Harry," was all Karston could say, and embraced him. It was at that moment Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, broke down and cried. For the first time in hears, Harry was actually crying; crying for the lie he was living and the love he'd lost.

After about twenty minutes, the tears had stopped.

"Jesus, I'm such a bloody pouf," Harry chuckled as he wiped his eye.

"Nah, no more than usual," Harry punched him in the arm. "Well at least you don't punch like one," Karston said, rubbing his arm.

"I guess I should fill you in on the situation then, " said Harry, changing the subject.

"That would be helpful," Karston said sarcastically.

"Watch it, or you'll get another one," Harry raised his fist.

"Oh, I'm so scared. Harry Poofter is going to beat me up." And with that, Harry began chasing Karston around the room.

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The next day, Draco woke to giggling and the covers being thrown off of his bed. Draco turned his head to one side, and opened his eyes.

"Morning," said the man who was lying next to Draco in bed. Draco was so startled he nearly fell out of his bed.

"Who the bloody hell are you?"

"Well you screamed my name enough last night, so you must have some idea of who I am," The stranger said nonchalantly. Draco's eyes bulged; he was racking his brain to figure out who this strange (but quite sexy) man was, and if he actually slept with him. I don't remember him…but he does seem familiar, Draco thought as he probed his memory further.

After about a minute, Pansy came out of the bathroom, cackling like a hyena. "Draco," she gasped, wiping away a tear, "You should see your face!" Draco looked from Pansy back to the Man, who, he noticed, was wearing a pair of American flag boxers.

The Man propped himself up on one elbow and extended a hand. "Nice to meet you, Malfoy. I'm Karston Reilly. Division 1, Special Task Force, for the Federal Bureau of Magic, United States. I'm here to help with the wards." Draco couldn't help but notice that he left out the "r" in wards.

"Well that's all and good, but why are you in my room, and in your knickers?" Draco asked as he stood up.

"Pansy's idea." He said with a shrug. Draco glared at Pansy. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm gonna go use your bathroom and put my clothes back on, and then we can introduce ourselves, ok? Good."

"Explain yourself." Draco said. He was still recovering from the shock of the surprise wake-up.

"You see, Draco, normally when you host these parties, you stay up late, get drunk, possibly shag one of your guests, and then sleep 'til 3 in the afternoon."

"What's wrong with that?"

"I love how thick you are in the morning. Today's the day that you've got the Aurors coming, you dolt."

"Oh bugger." Draco put his hands over his eyes and groaned.

"Bugger is right. How are you going to tell Harry that he's the father of your child now?"

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Karston was just pulling on his t-shirt when he reached for the doorknob.

"When are you going to tell Harry he's the father of your child?"

Karston stepped back from the door, stunned at what he'd just heard. It can't be, can it? He wondered to himself. He decided to continue listening at the door, lest he hear something of value.

"I didn't even think of that, Pansy. Now I'm completely screwed."

"Maybe once things get underway…"

"'Once things get underway' what?"

"Then you can seduce him and give him the best sex that he's ever had, so that he'll never want to leave you, and then you three can live happily ever after."

"First of all, that has a snowball's chance in Hell of happening. Second, I'd have to be attracted to Harry to fuck him, let alone seduce him. And third, he'd have to be a queer, Pansy. You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make him drink, you know."

"Don't give me that, you bloody sod. I've seen how you are around him. You're like Granger was around Professor Lockhart during second year. And as for the fancying blokes part, well, lets just say that's not our biggest obstacle."

"What are you implying Pansy?"

"Oh, nothing, nothing…"

Karston quietly backed away from the door, trying to make sense of what he had just heard: Harry had fathered another man's child, Draco was gay and had a crush on Harry, and from what he could infer, Pansy knew more than she was letting on about Harry's preference.

Holy shit, Karston thought to himself, this just might work.

Not wanting to attract suspicion, Karston turned the handle and opened the door. "Jesus, you're bathroom is huge! Nice tub, by the way. That has to be some fun for you two," he winked.

"Us two? You mean Pansy and I?" Draco asked incredulously. 'Oh, no. No, no, no. We're just good friends," Draco explained.

"Yeah, I'm not his type. He likes the manly ones. Preferably with manly bits to go along. I think that's a requirement, actually. The parts, I mean."

"Pansy, do you always have to do that?"

"Do what?"

"Announce that 'Draco likes blokes' to every person you meet?"

"Well, you've just done that yourself. I was merely implying that."

"Implying my arse." Draco threw himself onto his bed. "Fuck you, Pansy."

"Why Draco! Just when you had me thinking…I didn't know you switched teams!"

"You guys wanna stop fighting and go eat? I'm wicked hungry," Karston said, in an attempt to stop the fight.

"Yes, that's a lovely idea Karston. Get your lazy arse up and dressed Draco, we'll meet you down there." As Pansy and Karston left the room ("Draco never opens the door for me!"), Draco buried his head into his pillow. He could only guess as to how everything was going to play out.

A/N: I know. I suck. I should have updated more, but you're gonna get another chapter, don't worry. I apologize for anything that doesn't make sense, or any grammar/spelling issues, because my beta isn't here at the moment. Although I have spell checked it and proof read it as thoroughly as I can. Oh, and before I forget- Merry Christmas! I hope you all had a good holiday.