Unfinished Business: Shattered Pieces

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Obsession

"To what do I owe this unexpected visit, Mrs. Potter?" Astoria Malfoy said as she led the redhead into the closest sitting room.

It was one of the more quaint rooms with only one fireplace on the left side of the double doors. On the other side of the room, sitting behind a long glass table, were two armed chairs. Next to them, and opposite the fireplace, was a long couch.

To the left of the fireplace, hidden from view when the doors had opened, stood a table with an assortment of liquids aligning it. When the doors shut, Astoria headed for the liquor table and started refilling her glass.

"I came to discuss something important with you," Ginny said as she walked further into the room.

"Oh," Astoria said, feigning interest as she turned to her guest.

"Yes, and we must do something about it before it effects our way of life," the redhead said with urgency as the brunette walked past her.

"Alright, I'm listening," Astoria said more serious as she sat down on the couch. "What is it that so threatens my way of life?"

"Our sons are becoming friends."

"Come again," Astoria said, a little lost for words.

"Your son, Scorpio, has taken a liking to my son and we need to put an end it before it starts effecting our lives."

"His name's Scorpius. And I must admit," Astoria said as she placed her glass down on the table before her, "that is not why I thought you had come here."

"Why else would I come to this awful place?" Ginny asked in mild contempt as she looked around her. "The only reason I'm even here is because we have something in common. We both detest the other's kind and their way of life. You detest anything associated with my husband and other light wizards like myself. And I detest anything associated with your husband and other such things relating to the dark arts."

"Don't forget your self-righteousness and the uncanny ability to waste my precious time." Astoria said with irritation.

"Then how about sleepovers, holidays and birthday parties. Our families will be in constant interaction with each other, all because of our little boys. If this budding friendship continues, you will be inviting our self-righteousness into your home."

"Believe me, my dear," the brunette said with all seriousness as she stood up. "Our sons interacting with each other should be the least of your worries."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, instead of focusing on our sons, I think that we should be keeping a closer eye on their fathers."

As Harry and Draco finished putting on the last of their clothing, the blonde dove in and stole a kiss from the Auror.

"I have a flat in the city," Draco said as he slinked his arms around Harry's waist. "Let me take you there tomorrow at noon."

"Okay," Harry said, his lips brushing against the blonde's.

"Good," the ex-Slytherin smiled. "The thought of being with you again will make tonight a little more bearable," he said as he trailed his lips along Harry's neck.

"Tomorrow then," Harry smiled as he pulled away from the blonde and opened his office door.

After following Harry out of the office and onto the lift, Draco gave the Auror one more longing kiss that lasted the entire ride up. Harry's heart pounded in his chest as Draco trailed his fingers up the Auror's shirt. A part of him feared that someone would catch them in the act. Yet another part of him just wanted the blonde to continue, loving the feeling of those long fingers caressing his side. When they finally parted, with the promise of more tomorrow, the wizards exited the lift at their stop and Apparating away.

Draco was the first to Apparated away. He appeared before Malfoy Manor moments later. He looked up at the towing structure where he grew up. Yet the thought of spending another night under the same roof as his wife had him Apparating away. Even though his parents were there, their presence couldn't overpower the presence of Astoria.

The blonde heir to the Malfoy fortune didn't know how he had been so unlucky as to have ended up with such a vile women. Draco had known from his adolescence that he wasn't attracted to women. So he had accepted at a young age that any marriage he agreed into would be for the sole purpose of producing an heir. He prepared himself for the inevitability. That the only person who wanted to marry him would be after his money and power in the wizarding world. What he had not counted on was the fact that he would hate his marriage partner with a passion.

Appearing before a familiar three story apartment, Draco realized that he had Apparated in front of the very flat he would be taking Harry to the next day.

When Harry Apparated away from the Ministry, he appeared in front of Grimmauld Place. Thoughts of the conversation he had with his wife that morning would have had him Apparating away to his cottage in hopes of some piece. However, he didn't want to be away from his daughter. She was the only thing keeping him sane at the moment, even if her imagination was currently running wild.

Harry had to admit though. Her imagination was something special to create a world where he had ended up with Draco instead of Ginny. For a moment, Harry wished he lived in that world. But that moment had passed when he opened the door and was greeted by his wife, who had a determined look in her eye.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked as he took off his coat.

Without so much as a word, Ginny rushed up to him and captured his lips within her own. It had taken Harry by surprise and he hadn't reacted right away. But when an image of Draco popped up in his head, he pushed her back.

"What was that for?" Harry asked, confused by her action and his reaction.

"Luna dropped by," Ginny said as she continued to hold on to him, an odd gleam in her eyes as she stared at him. She seemed to be trying to grasp onto something with her eyes. The anxiousness she showed hinted that she wasn't getting the results she was looking for.

"She's back from her trip already. Is she still here?"

"No," Ginny said disappointingly as she finally let go of him before turning to walk into the living room. "She left shortly after she arrived."

"Is that why you seem upset?"

"Do you remember how we got together?" Ginny asked suddenly. "Not the first time, but after the war."

"Yes. Luna brought me out of my depression and drew us back together," Harry said, though vaguely wondering how his life would have ended up if Luna hadn't been instrumental in getting them back together.

"Well when she came over here today, she said that it hadn't been me that she drew you towards. It had been someone else."

"Who?" Harry asked, genially curious.

"I don't care. She just kept mumbling that I shouldn't be here. That you should be with someone else. Worst of all, she got Lily in on it as well. Suffice it to say, it was a very short visit."

Crap. If Lily had been involved then Harry could guess who they were talking about. However, if there was one thing Harry didn't need right now, it was Lily's godmother giving encouragement to her already active imagination.

"Where is she now?"

"I don't care where Luna is at the moment, but I sent Lily up to her room for the rest of the night."

"I'll talk to her," he said as he made his way up the stairs.

"Leave that for tomorrow," Ginny said as she grabbed onto his arm. "I need you now. I need my husband right now."

Unable to come up with a reason to deny her, and feeling guilty for wanting to, Harry followed his wife up the stairs.

As James entered the Great Hall the next day, he noticed something very odd. The usually busting hall was now deathly silent. It was an eerie feeling that he didn't like one bit.

"Who died?" James asked his cousin in all seriousness as she sat writing a letter, most likely to Teddy.

"It depends on who you're betting on," Victoire said without looking up from her letter.

"Excuse me?"

"There's a pool going on. People are taking bets on who will be left standing when the inevitable battle between Zabini and McLaggen erupts," Dominique smiled, loving the drama.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," James said, irritated as he looked around the room.

His eyes landed on Zabini first, who looked about ready to kill if the glare he was giving McLaggen was any indication. James was slightly taken aback by the look, finding the situation unnerving.

He spotted McLaggen next, who seemed to be unfazed by the Slytherin's optical assault. In fact, the Ravenclaw seemed to be the only one not affected by the deathly silence in the hall as he sat reading a book without a care in the world.

"Right," James said as he got up from his seat.

Finding the situation absolutely ridiculous, James strode over to the other side of the hall until he stopped in front of the Slytherin table. The moment he stood between McLaggen and Zabini, the Slytherin looked up in ire, ready to snap at whoever was interrupting his mental attack on the Ravenclaw. When he saw that it was James, the dark boy's expression quickly changed to that of adoration.

James rolled his eyes. He would have found the whole situation hilarious if he weren't directly involved. But seeing as he was and he was prone to liking the fun, carefree atmosphere Hogwarts was known for, he was going to put a stop to the Slytherin's foolishness.

"We need to talk. Now," James said firmly before turning towards the door, not even looking to see if Zabini was following him.

If he had turned back, he would have seen the look of apprehension from the Slytherin before a determined look appeared on his face and he followed the Gryffindor out of the hall.

The moment the doors closed, James pulled the Slytherin into the nearest room and shut them inside.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" James snapped.

Flinching at the tone, Zabini gulped. He wasn't used to this side of the usually cheerful Gryffindor. Before the Slytherin could respond, James spoke again.

"I don't know if you had noticed, but I don't like you. You think that just because you want me that I should be yours. Think again. You are the last person I'd be with. McLaggen on the other hand is going to take me to the Hogsmeade trip and there is nothing you are going to do about it. Do I make myself clear?"

"But he's a prat," Zabini said in defense.

"So are you! But at least he asked me if I wanted to go instead of pushing me to go with him."

"He's not right for you?"

"And you are?" James laughed before turning serious again. "This attitude is exactly what I'm talking about. The only thing you're doing right now is proving that I was right about you. Get over yourself," he said before storming out of the room.

Blaise flinched as the door slammed shut. Standing within the room, his heart pounded in chest. He wondered if there was something wrong with him or was it normal to feel slightly turned on by the encounter.

It wasn't like he could help it either way. Potter's spirited personality was what attracted the Slytherin to the Gryffindor in the first place. He didn't like that it had been directed at him with an ire he had never seen before. But Blaise had wanted to capture Potter's lips within his own at the sight of the fire burning within the other teen's eyes.

It was a sight to behold.

Stepping into the shower, Harry let the warm water rinse away the evidence of his earlier activities. Memories of last night flittered through his head as he took the lathered sponge and rubbed it against his chest. As he stood, lost in thoughts of guilt and confusion, a gentle hand slid up his back before gliding down his arm.

"You know, I'm not opposed to having sex in the shower," a coy voice said in his ear.

"Well maybe I am," Harry replied with the same coyness.

A deep chuckle echoed within the shower before he was turned around and cool gray eyes stared down at him behind a curtain of glistening, blonde hair.

"I could change that," Draco said, caressing Harry's member before capturing his lips.

As he was being held in an intimate embrace, he sighed in contentment. Harry had been waiting for this moment. Or rather, the moment when noon had rolled around and Harry had dashed out of his office in order to meet Draco.

It had been a few days since Harry started going with the blonde to his flat in the middle of Muggle London. The first day they had come here, they had immediately embraced, lips locked, hands tugging at each other's clothes, wanting nothing more than to rid themselves of the burning need growing within them. Draco had rode Harry against any available surface, neither able to deny their need for each other. It had been like a volcano erupting. Nothing could come between their burning desires for each other.

After that first day, which hand been rushed though satisfying, they had met up again the next day. They had been more patient that time around, exploring each other's bodies with light touches and purposeful kisses. They knew that their time together was short. An hour didn't seem like enough time, but they wanted to savour as much of it as they could.

As they stood in the shower, after leaving work early that day, Draco pounded into Harry with such force that he had the Auror pushed up on his toes. He had tried to hold back, to savour the moment once more. But he also wanted to mark Harry the only way the blonde knew he could.

"I think you made your point," Harry gasped out once they had reached their peak. "I don't think I'll be able to sit after that," he said, resting his hand on the wall as he leaned his head on his hand, panting for breath in the steamy shower.

"Well we wouldn't want you forgetting this over the weekend," Draco said as he kissed along Harry's neck.

"I don't think that would be possible," Harry sighed as he leaned into the touch.

After getting out of the shower and casting a drying spell on themselves, they started putting back on their clothes. It took longer than normal with Draco stealing kissed from Harry every chance he got.

"Draco, I need to go now," Harry laughed as the blonde started unbuttoning the Auror's shirt. "I need to pick up my daughter soon."

"I'm sure she wouldn't mind waiting for just a little bit," the blonde said as he trailed kisses along Harry's neck.

"I'm sure she wouldn't," Harry said, holding back a moan as he fought to not give in to Draco's ministrations. "But I really should go now," he said, finally pulling away.

Laughing at the pout the blonde was giving him, Harry turned and headed for the door.

"You might want to do something about the marks on your neck before you go," the blonde said as he grabbed Harry's hand. "As much as I would love to see you walking around with it, I don't think anyone else would."

Placing his free hand on his neck, Harry stepped in front of the mirror nearby to inspect the damage. Spotting the rather large love bite Draco had given him, Harry pulled out his wand and cast a Concealing Charm on himself. Immediately, the telltale blemish disappeared from sight, though Harry could still feel Draco's lips against his skin where the mark had been.

Sighing at the loss, Draco placed one final kiss on Harry's lips before finally letting him go. He then watched as the Auror walked out of the flat and Apparated away.

"Your mother said that her practice would be running late today so she won't be able to join us for our little sundae treat," Harry said after he had picked up Lily.

"What a shame," Lily said with little remorse.

Harry sighed as he rolled his eyes at his daughter's behaviour. After Luna's visit a few days ago, Lily and Ginny's relationship had hit a snag. Actually, it was more than a little snag, however, neither redhead seemed inclined to get past the rift forming between them.

As he held onto his daughter and Apparated away to Diagon Alley, Harry intended to talk to his daughter about it first, to try and mend the gap between his wife and child. When he arrived at the ice cream parlor and spotted Draco already sitting at the table, however, all thoughts of reconciling the redheads left his mind.

"Mr. Malfoy," Lily greeted cheerfully, dashing from her dad's side to run up to the blonde.

"Well, well, well. Fancy meeting you two here," Draco smiled at the little girl.

"Yes. Fancy that," Harry said mockingly, trying to hold back his smile.

"You knew we would be here, didn't you?" Lily asked, her smile brightening up her entire presence as she sat by Draco.

"I do seem to recall that you and your dad come here every Friday. But us meeting here is surely coincidence."

"I bet," Harry said as he rested his hand on his daughter's head. "Lily, why don't you wait here while Mr. Malfoy and I get the ice cream," he said when she looked up at him.

"I can get it!" Lily exclaimed before jumping off her seat and handing out her hand.

"Okay," Harry said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out some money. "Do you remember what to get?"

"Of course," she smiled as her dad placed the money in her hand before dashing into the parlor.

The moment his daughter was out of sight, Harry turned to Draco, his arms folded and trying to look reproachful. After all, he suspected it was a little inappropriate to have ice cream with his daughter while the man he was having an affair with was there. But the cocky smirk on the blonde's face had Harry merely rolling his eyes at the blonde before sitting down beside him.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked, trying to put some space between them.

"Well from the large picture of an ice cream above my head, I would have thought that was obvious," Draco smiled mockingly.

"You know what I mean," Harry said in a hushed tone. "This is hardly appropriate," Harry said as he glanced around them.

"Only if I suddenly kissed you in the middle of Diagon Alley," he smiled and was rewarded with Harry's stunned expression, "which I'm not about to do, though I am tempted."

Before Harry could respond to that shocking statement, Lily came back with their ice creams and sat on the other side of the blonde. She would have taken a seat between them like she usually did, but she wanted her parents to stay close to each other. From what she had just overheard, it looked like her parents were finally getting back together, even if they didn't remember that this was the way it was supposed to be.

As they all dug into their ice cream, Lily finally relaxed. Her family was slowly coming back together. The only thing she needed to do was find a way to get Ginny away from her dad and that Greengrass woman away from her father. Then everything would be back to normal, or as normal as their family could get.

"What are you doing here Malfoy?"

Looking up at the familiar voice, Lily groaned at the sight of the ginger-haired woman that was standing by their table.

"Eating ice cream, obviously," Draco said with mildly contained distain.

"Well could you do that somewhere else? I would like to spend some alone time with my family," Ginny said, unapologetically.

"Ginny," Harry said reproachfully.

"But he is family," Lily said at the same time, which caused her faux mother to turn to her with a surprised glint in her eyes. "After all, Al has practically adopted Mr. Malfoy's son into our family," she added.

Showing irritation at that piece of information, while Draco smirked at the little girl, Ginny turned to Harry with pleading eyes.

"But I wanted to tell you something important."

"Then tell us," Lily said impatiently. "Mr. Malfoy won't tell. Will you, Mr. Malfoy?"

"I think I can manage."

"Very well. It's not like it'll matter if you tell anyone," she said to the blonde. "The world will know soon enough that the Potter line continues to grow," she smiled brightly as she placed her hand on her stomach.

The three of them looked to where her hand rested and they were filled with dread. If Ginny was about to tell them what they suspected, each one of their worlds was about to crash.

"I'm pregnant."

End of Chapter: Obsession