Chapter 9

Additional note: I decided that the previous chapter was waaay too long and I thought that if Draco started explaining about telepathy and all, it would take up another page or so. I'm a very detailed writer. So, instead I'm just going to tell you now. - Draco got telepathy as a little additional skill killer vampires have. Along with teleportation, mind reading, night vision, charm (making a certain person lose themselves feeling attracted to your looks), and of course power to physically torture someone to great levels of pain. Oh and also, just pretend that Draco already told Harry about this okay? Enjoy! (Geez I'm laughing my ass off here. For some reason I have no sympathy. XD)

3 years, 2 months.

After lunch, Draco and Harry went to the hospital wing to pick Jamie up. When they got there, Jamie was bouncing on the bed, happily reaching for Draco.

"I guess they removed every bad memory about you. Better behave." Harry whispered in Draco's ear, gently kissing it. Draco moaned quietly, wiping his ear on his shoulder.

"You ask me to slow down, while doing great progress at seducing me. And you say I'm weird!" He gave Harry a shove in the ribs and picked Jamie up.

"You alright Jamie?"

"Yes. I'm okay."

"That's great."

Then Jamie's eyes lit up. "Watch!" He said proudly, reaching back and pulling at Harry's shirt to garden his attention as well.

"All eyes on you mister."

"No, ears."

"Fine. Ears and eyes on you. Go ahead."

"I love you!" He pronounced in the most correct way possible. Only a day ago he was saying 'i luboo'. Probably because he was growing a month a day.

"Wow. Good job. Can you say Draco?"

"Draco, come on! Are you going to blast again if he can't?" Harry elbowed Draco and gave him an angry face.

"No. I promised not to do that again, didn't I?"

"Yes okay. Well ugh-"

"DRRRACO!" Jamie squealed, wrapping his arms around Draco's neck.

"Yessss!... and?"

"HARRRY!"

"Good job. I love you."

"I love you too Draco." Jamie planted a kiss on the pale cheek that instantly flushed with warm color.

"You two are too darn cute. Let's go." Harry tugged at Draco's shirt, moving him out the door.

"Am I cute too?" Draco lullied hopefully, pressing a wet kiss to Harry's cheek.

Harry didn't really like that, but decided to play along. For now. "I said both of you, didn't I? Now let's get moving."

Thursday 3 years, 3 months

It was the second day Jamie was in the big hall with Draco and Harry to dine. He always wanted to sit with Harry, but never Draco.

"Well? Do you want to sit at my table today?" Draco asked the toddler hopefully, bending down and pressing on his knees for support.

"No. I want Harry." Jamie took a step back towards Harry, taking his hand and putting his own thumb of the free hand in his mouth to prevent talking to Draco.

"Hey, no. Take that thumb out. You're going to eat now." Draco pushed Jamie's thumb out his mouth and the boy pouted.

"I don't want to go in thewe. Thewe are people."

"There. Not thewe." Draco corrected.

"Sorry, there."

"Of course there are people. We are in school. There are many people here. But they are all here for the same reason, and, you are not alone. You will be sitting with me." Harry calmed him down, pulling his thumb out of his mouth that he stuck in again.

"Nooo." Jamie whined, stubbornly stepping further back from the big doors.

"We will sit with Hermione and Ron and you will get to know their daughter Keith."

"Who?"

"They are my old friends who are in my every class. They were there when you and I first met. Remember? We talked to them when Draco went out of class for a few minutes. Don't you remember?"

Jamie shook his head, but his face was full of wonder.

"Oh come on. The red haired boy and the fuzzy haired girl? Remember, you were playing with Keith? The red haired girl with brown eyes?"

"Yeah." Realization and memories hit upon Jamie and he smiled, eager to meet his new friends as soon as possible.

"Okay then, ugh... see you later, I guess?" Draco hugged Jamie and kissed Harry's cheek, making him blush and leaving him stunned.

"Yeah see you after lunch."

Friday 3 years, 4 months.

"Awwe, Harry! You must see this!" Hermione rushed into the Slytherin common room where Harry was doing his homework, and Draco reading.

"What? How did you get here mudblood?" Draco spat, jumping to his feet.

"I have my ways. Whatever, I'm here for Harry not you. Harry, come on!" She grabbed Harry by the arms and dragged out into the hallways and to the Gryffindor common room, leaving a confused Draco behind.

"Look at them!" She squealed, pushing Harry into the room where Keith and Jamie were playing. An hour or so ago Harry brought him to the Gryffindor house so he could play with Keith. Ron strictly didn't allow his daughter into Slytherin at any circumstance.

"You dragged me all the way here to show me their drawings? Really?"

"Sorry. I really thought you should see this for yourself."

"You know you could have just brought her along with you into the Slytherin room. Right?"

"Yeah. But I don't think that your ferret of a boyfriend likes my presence."

"Yeah you're right. Well? Care to show me the drawings? You dragged me all the way from the basements to the top floor to show them, so go ahead."

"Okay so, look. This is Jamie's." She handed him a drawing. There were two tall stick men, holding hands with a small stick man. The group of three people was labeled 'family'. Next to that was a drawing with two girl stickmen, one tall and one short, holding hands with a tall boy stick an figure. It was labeled 'friends'.

"Sweet. He has a talent."

"Yeah yeah yeah, but look here." She shoved him another drawing. There were two small stickmen. One boy with brown hair and one girl with red long hair. There was a heart between them and the drawing was labeled 'I love best friends'.

"Wow." Harry's jaw dropped.

"Yeah. Aaand, Keith keeps telling Jamie that she loves him and he says it back to her. Of course they mean it as friendship, but still, CUUUTE!" She squealed, clapping her hands together. The two kids turned from their toys to the two students in the room.

Jamie scrambled up to his feet and rushed to Harry, stumbling and almost tripping over on his way. He was so eager to be in his daddy's loving and playful arms again.

"Daddyyyyy!" He equaled, throwing himself at the raven haired boy that already had his arms wide open, ready to be met with a rib crushing hug.

"Heyyy JayM! Having a nice time?" Harry used the nickname he and Draco gave Jamie that the little boy adored.

"Yes. Very. See? This is Keith. She is my best friend, okay?" He bounced eagerly in Harry's arms.

"Yeah I can see that. Nice drawings by the way!"

"Thank you."

"Should we take them back 'home' and show them to papa? I'm sure he would love to see these."

"Yeah! Can we hang them on your bed?"

"You mean... above the bed?"

"Yeah!"

"Of course. Anything you want sweetie."

"Oh, and, can Keith come to our 'house' and play with me there tomorrow?"

"Oh, uhm... I don't think so..." he turned around to look at Hermione in approval and she shook her head sympathetically, pursing her lips and lowering her eyes, crossing her arms on her chest.

"No sorry JayM, won't do." Hermione apologized pitifully.

"Why? I mean, I come to her. Why can she not come to me?" Jamie was confused. He didn't understand yet how racist his papa was.

"I don't think papa will allow it." Harry murmured in his ear, collecting the drawings his precious boy made.

"But why not?..." Jamie trailed off.

"You know what? Let's first go show him the drawings. You can tell him about your play time with Keith and all about her, along with auntie Hermione and uncle Ron. Okay? I'm sure he will be eager to hear about it all."

Saturday 3 years, 5 months

Harry was sitting in class, wondering what his little boy was up to in the special child play zone that was set up in every class that was attended by students that attended Child Care lessons.

It's wall was made of glass, but a special type. It was made so that the kids could see their parents and feel safe, but the parents could not see their kids. Otherwise the students would be distracted. It was great.

Then, his mind wandered to the pale blonde he had to call his boyfriend. Then his mind wandered to Barnabas. He wanted to use Barnabas as a distraction from Draco's hot body he first saw days ago, and every single morning after that. But couldn't.

His mind was clouded with images of Draco until a chuckle from his partner beside him brought him back to the cruel reality. He looked to his side at Luke who was staring down at Harry's groin, fist covering mouth and trying to hold back his laugher.

Harry looked down at his crotch that was thickly soiled in semen, a lot of semen. And his member was not sleeping either, forming a big bulge in his pants.

"Shit!" Harry hissed, hopping to his feet, covering the big wet leak with his robe. "Professor, may I leave the classroom for a second? It's urgent!"

"Of course mister Potter, but come back-" the sentence was left unfinished as Harry bolted out of the classroom and flew to the bathrooms to clean himself up. This was bad. He was having dirty thoughts about Draco Malfoy. DRACO MOTHERFUCKING MALFOY THAT HE SWORE TO HIMSELF WHOM HE WOULDN'T FALL FOR!