Harry watched Draco's fingers clench the edges of the parchment and he couldn't help fidgeting. If it was bad enough to have Draco nervous, he felt justified in being concerned. He felt both boys squirming on either side and gently stroked them in a calming manner.
"And?" he asked quietly. He couldn't really tell why Draco was agitated and it was starting to stress him out.
"She wants to see me. And you, apparently," Draco said, his voice soft with amazement. He hadn't seen his mother in years and, if asked, he was sure his mother had liked it that way. His gaze slid down the parchment to read the words again and he had to take a deep steadying breath. He felt absurdly like a child once again.
My dearest Draco,
I cannot apologize enough for the long time between correspondence. I'm afraid I've allowed myself to become distracted and foolish ideas to settle in my mind. I do hope you can forgive me; I never intended to lose touch with you, my darling son. I'm embarrassed to admit I hadn't realized so much time had passed. Isn't there a Muggle saying about time and water? I am not sure, but it feels quite appropriate.
I learned of the sale of the Manor. I'd like to say I'm disappointed but I truly cannot. I'm quite proud of you for doing what you felt right, regardless of what others would think. I haven't been able to step foot in that house since the second war and I'm glad I don't have to consciously avoid it (or you, my dear). Do I sound petty and horrible if I hope it was sold to Muggles? (Draco smiled, he could just feel his mother's amusement as she wrote that last bit. He had indeed sold it to a Muggle organization and it amused him greatly that his mother either knew him so well... or at least thought as he did.)
I also learned of your relationship with Harry Potter. I hadn't realized you'd become... reacquainted. Or that you were seriously involved (this time). I'm absolutely thrilled for you, my son. I cannot think of a better suited partner or spouse for you and I'm quite pleased to see you've realized the affections Harry carried for you and were wise enough to return them. I'm hoping the gossip columns weren't misinformed and there is a bonding ceremony being planned.
Is this true, Draco? If so, were you planning on inviting your mother? (I'd very much like to come, please do not think otherwise, my darling. However it might pain me, I will understand if you'd rather I not be present.)
I also ask if it be at all possible for me to schedule a visit with your betrothed? I do not intend it to be a formal meeting, just a mother wanting to meet the man her son is in love with and intending to marry.
I look forward to hearing from you, my dearest Draco.
Love,
Your mother,
Narcissa.
Harry blinked a few times, absentmindedly rubbing his belly. "Oh. Erm. Really?" Draco nodded slowly. "Did... did you want to see your mum?" he asked quietly.
He really hoped Draco would. He didn't have much of an opinion on Narcissa Malfoy (or was it Black now?), but she was Draco's mum and that was the important thing. He didn't think a family that had gone through so much during the last years of Voldemort's reign should drift apart like they had seemed to and he was quite glad to see it hadn't been a permanent rift.
"I don't know," Draco murmured, honestly unsure.
He had thought his mother had been quite happy to leave him behind without a glance back. He could understand her reluctance to be near Malfoy Manor, but he hadn't lived there in years. He realized his mother didn't know that; the last they had spoken, he was 'seeing' Harry and living at the manor. She left for France for an extended honeymoon and ended up staying there with her new husband. He felt a little bad he couldn't remember the man's name, but since he had never intended to interact with the man, he hadn't bothered remembering (or even finding out, really).
Draco looked up at Harry and smiled softly when he saw Harry and the boys all looking at him with concern. "Did you?"
Harry shrugged, wrapping his arms tighter around his sons, absently stroking their hair. He sort of did. He hoped Narcissa would adore him and his boys and accept him with warmth and affection. (Of course, knowing the Malfoys, it would be a subtle warmth.) He couldn't really help it, he knew he would embrace any chance for any sort of motherly affection she'd offer. If she didn't want to hex him for being Harry Potter, of course.
"Do you think she'd accept the boys?" he asked quietly. Teddy wasn't Draco's and Gabe was born outside of an official bonding or wedding. He didn't know how traditional Narcissa was. Some pure-bloods refused to acknowledge a child born in such circumstances.
"Oh yes," Draco said, humming thoughtfully. His mother would adore both boys and she wouldn't give a toss about propriety. Especially not when she saw their adorable faces and spectacular smiles. "She'll adore them. I—" he cut off with a choked sound. He didn't want to admit that he had missed his mum; he wasn't some 5-year-old wailing for his mummy! Harry was hugging him and Gabe had crawled into his lap to hug him as well. Teddy patted his arm with a fond, but uncertain, smile. "Thank you," he murmured, kissing each dark head in turn, rapidly blinking the excess moisture from his eyes.
Harry smiled and leaned back enough to give Draco his full attention. "I think you should see your mum. If she's not appropriately impressed with the boys, we don't have to see her again."
"Deal," Draco said with a soft chuckle. He slid his hands over Harry's belly, cupping the bulge with affection and possessiveness that made Harry react in a most embarrassing way; his sons were right there! "She'll adore all of you and when she realizes we've another on the way, we'll never be rid of her." He chuckled and ran a hand over Harry's belly with a gentle, loving caress.
Harry had a brief flair of panic at those words. He really didn't want Narcissa around his boys if Draco wasn't sure. "Is she..." he trailed off, wringing his hands nervously. Now that Draco had said that, he didn't know how good a thing it would be to be stuck with his mum around. What if she was cold? Or liked his boys but was openly hostile to him? "You really think it'll be OK?" he asked.
"Yes, Harry," Draco said softly.
For all of his misgivings about his mother, he knew she adored children. And up to a certain age, she didn't shy away from giving or showing affection. He had been terribly disappointed to realize at the age of 10 he was 'too old' to hug and cuddle any longer (especially in Lucius' eyesight). He had hated it. He smiled warmly at Harry and let him read his mother's letter. It soothed him to read the warm words and outright apology; hopefully it would do the same for Harry.
He blinked when Harry sniffled wetly, hastily wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand. "Harry?"
Harry wiped at his face again and handed the letter back. "You have to write her, Draco!" he wailed. It was so sad! And he couldn't bear the thought of Narcissa being so sad and dejected. She missed her son and he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he knew he had any part of keeping a mother from her 'baby'.
"Yes, alright, Harry," Draco said and wrapped Harry in a comforting hug. The sniffles died down and he chuckled softly. "Do I warn her ahead of time about the boys or do we surprise her?" he asked, his voice low and mischievous as he gently swept a hand over Harry's belly again.
Harry hummed, thinking it over. If the woman was prepared, they could avoid any nasty surprises or mistakes. On the other hand, it would be priceless to see Narcissa's stoic, pure-blood mask shatter with surprise (hopefully, pleased surprise). "Surprise her, love."
"Yes, dear," Draco simpered and peppered kisses over a laughing Harry, shifting to do the same to both boys when they both started giggling. It was only fair, after all. As he tickled Gabe, he was already mentally drafting the letter he'd send back to his mother.
~*O*~
Harry sighed and rubbed at his belly, a habit he had started and couldn't seem to shake whenever he was stressed. (Or bored. Or feeling happy. Or soothing the slight pain from a kick. Or whenever he thought about. Or when it itched...) And he was quite stressed.
He was helping Hermione plan the last minute details of her wedding, getting the boys sorted for going back to school, helping Draco pick things out for their own wedding and he was trying to prepare himself for meeting Draco's mum. It wasn't bad stress, just a sense of too much and shithadtogetdonenow, but he was tapping his foot and rubbing his belly anyway.
Harry jumped when Draco slammed into the room, entering in a rare display of temper. Keys were thrown on the table and his leather case was practically tossed down the hall, landing with a dull thud.
"Draco?" he murmured, struggling to sit up further.
"Harry," Draco sighed, his arms dropping to hang limply at his sides as his anger and irritation popped like a balloon. He had almost liked having his tantrum but he honestly couldn't hold onto any negative feelings when he laid eyes on Harry. His gorgeous, pregnant Harry. He sighed softly. "I had hoped..." he trailed off, running a hand over his face.
He had hoped Harry would be up for a nap with the boys. He shook himself and flopped onto the sofa beside Harry, scooting down until he could lay his head in the reduced space of Harry's lap. His cheek pressed into Harry's belly and he smiled, completely dissipating the lingering stressed state of his mood, when he felt a gentle nudge against his cheek. "Where are the boys?" he asked, idly stroking a hand over Harry's belly.
Harry looked down and ran a hand through Draco's hair, hoping to sooth and calm. He would ask what the problem was, but it was no doubt the same issues he was dealing with (with the possible exception of the boys returning to school). "Hermione's," he said with a short shrug.
He didn't protest when Hermione asked to have the boys over for a visit; with school starting, there would be less time for such things. Plus, they both had turned wide silvery grey eyes on him and pleaded for all their worth. Sneaky little buggers. Mini-Slytherins, the pair of them.
"Really?" Draco asked slowly, his eyebrows wiggling in a lewd fashion as his hand dipped down Harry's belly. He scowled when Harry only laughed at him, shaking his head. It was a refusal. A polite, lighthearted refusal but a refusal nonetheless. "I'm not sure how I'm liking the unpredictable nature of your hormones, love."
Harry laughed again, running a hand down Draco's chest, fiddling with a small pearly button. "Sorry," he said, not really sounding it. "I can't help it. But, really, just give me a few minutes and I'm sure I'll be climbing you like a tree." He snickered, "Well, trying to, anyway." He knew he wasn't in any condition to actually to do such a thing. Luckily, Draco needed very little prompting.
Draco hummed, closing his eyes and relaxing into the quite comfortable position in Harry's lap. It was true; he really only had to have patience and Harry's hormones would go into a frenzy of lust and need in short order. He turned slightly, kissing the rounded belly and running a hand over it gently. He wasn't surprised he adored the image Harry made. He was even less surprised to find Harry enjoyed his adoration as well; between Harry's tactile personality and the 'need' for his magic, Harry soaked up his attentions.
"What had you upset earlier?" Harry asked, his eyes closed and his head back as he enjoyed Draco's ministrations and just relaxing together.
Draco huffed softly, cupping Harry's belly, and rested his check against him. "Just boring work things," he said dismissively, not caring enough to go over the stupid filing system Pansy was trying to implement or the incompetence of clients that tried to do his job. He didn't want to further annoy himself or bore Harry to tears. It was boring to him and he did it every day.
"Oh." Harry felt irritation flair up suddenly and it took every effort not to push Draco off his lap and storm out of the room. "I'm not stupid, you know," he snapped. "I can grasp the ever-so-difficult to understand things you do everyday." He scoffed; how hard was it to read files and sit behind a big desk all damn day?
Draco blinked, stunned by the outburst. He covered his eyes with a shaky hand and suppressed the urge to groan miserably; fucking hormones didn't always equal a horny, clingy Harry. They also meant irrational anger (as well as still-scary-arse tears out of nowhere).
"I know, love," he said in a soothing voice. He blinked again when he was suddenly on the floor, a sharp pain flaring in his hip where he landed on solid hardwood.
"Don't fucking talk to me in that condescending tone," Harry hissed, struggling to get himself off of the sofa. He rolled a bit, feeling quite like a turtle stuck on its back, and finally got some leverage to stand. It completely ruined the image of indignation he wanted. He glared at Draco still blinking stupidly up at him from the floor. The bastard didn't even offer to help him up! Arsehole.
Maybe... maybe Draco didn't want to. It was quite possible he had finally successfully demonstrated just how insane he was and Draco was rethinking things. His anger evaporated and he felt his eyes prickle as he realized this could be that final thing that convinced Draco he was too much. Harry wouldn't blame him; not really. He was huge and a ticking time-bomb of unpredictable hormones. Who wanted that around? He couldn't stop his chin from trembling and tried to hide behind his hands.
Draco watched with growing horror and dismay as Harry stood with an effort. He hadn't a chance to scramble up and offer him a hand like he had become accustomed to. His eyes widened when the anger practically radiating off Harry abruptly turned to a dejected sort of sadness. By the time he was finally over his shock and on his feet, Harry's shoulders were slumped and his green eyes were spilling over with tears.
"Harry," he said softly and cautiously shuffled over to his pregnant fiancé. His emotional, pregnant fiancé. It was almost possible to take the sudden, abrupt changes when he reminded himself of those key factors. Almost. It really didn't stop the gut clenching anguish he felt when he saw Harry in such a state.
"I'm sorry," Harry choked out between sobs. "I don't mean to be such a pain in the arse." He didn't care that he was now openly wailing and clutching onto Draco's crisp button down shirt, wrinkling the fine fabric. He wanted to beg Draco to stay, ask him to try to overlook his insanity, but he was crying too hard and he couldn't get enough air into his lungs to speak.
He sagged with a watery sob when Draco held him as tightly as his belly would allow and rubbed his back and shoulders soothingly.
Draco viciously squashed the urge to coo like he would when one of the boys was upset (he really didn't want to be accused of being condescending again) and just held Harry until the body wracking sobs diminished into snuffles and stuttering, wet breaths. He didn't know what to say either. He didn't want to set Harry off on another outburst when he was only trying to sooth him. He ignored the big wet patch on his shoulder, it didn't matter.
"Better?" he finally braved asking when the sniffles tapered off.
"Yeah," Harry said, wiping at his face with the back of his hand. "Merlin, I really am sorry, Draco," he said, looking up at Draco through wet lashes. He really couldn't apologize enough and he really felt bad for jerking Draco around so much. And dropped him on his arse. But he couldn't help it. Draco just nodded and hugged him some more. He felt even worse, now, knowing that Draco feared speaking so he didn't say the wrong thing. He sighed. "I won't yell again."
Draco nodded. "Well, in that case... I don't think you're a pain or stupid."
"OK," Harry said and sniffled wetly again. He leaned into Draco, smiling when he was clutched tightly and Draco shifted them so they were back on the sofa. He sighed; much more comfortable. He curled up on his side, his head on Draco's thigh. It was almost amusing that their positions had reversed. He closed his eyes and just wanted to melt with each stroke of Draco's long fingers through his hair. "'Mione said the wedding plans are nearly done."
Draco hummed and kept running his hand through Harry's hair. "Good. I know how much that it's been bugging her to get all the tiny details sorted." He chuckled softly; he really wished he could claim the same. Luckily, he had more time than Hermione. Her wedding was less than a week away.
"Mhm," Harry agreed absently, leaning into the hand massaging his scalp and neck. He closed his eyes and wanted to just purr. "When did your mum want to come?" he asked after a long moment of peaceful rubbing and contented sighs. If it weren't for the slight stiff feeling of dried tears, he never would have imagined he was upset earlier. He snuggled into Draco's stomach, enjoying the warmth and comfort.
Draco pulled his hand away only enough to watch the dark strands sift back down again. "I haven't written her yet."
"Why not?" Harry asked, angling his head back a bit so he could see Draco. His fiancé looked a bit paler than usual, obviously worried. He wiggled and shifted until he was sitting up a bit and wrapped his arms around Draco's chest, silently offering his own comfort and support. He had thought Draco would be looking forward to seeing his mum, not nervous or worried. Though he could understand it; Draco had thought his mum didn't care and had abandoned him without a second glance back.
Draco cleared his throat softly. "I don't know, love," he said honestly. He wanted to see his mother but he felt apprehensive about it as well. "Am I being ridiculous?" he asked quietly when Harry only snuggled into him and started petting him gently. He felt Harry nod once and he chuckled. "I'll write her now and see if she can come over tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow?" Harry squeaked, jerking back and staring wide-eyed at Draco. "You can't tomorrow! I haven't time to prepare and get the house ready!"
Draco looked around the room, raising an eyebrow. The house was spotless. There was a toy bin but it was neatly filled. He didn't even care there was a large fluffy dog bed in the corner (and a snoozing Angus, shamelessly lounging upside down with his limbs akimbo).
"The house looks wonderful. You'll be wonderful and I want to do it sooner rather than later because of the wedding. And... well, I'd rather just get it done with, love." It was as close as he'd get to admitting he wanted to just get it over with.
"Yeah, alright," Harry muttered, flopping back down onto Draco's chest with a defeated sigh. He couldn't argue with Draco. He almost mentioned the fact that he didn't have any robes that were nice enough to greet Narcissa in. He really only had what he was planning to wear for Hermione's wedding; and he was quite sure a Muggle tux would be... inappropriate. "The boys should be back from 'Mione's after lunch."
Draco nodded; then that's when he'd invite his mother. He wondered if he should warn the boys but he didn't know. Gabe had already slipped and said 'grandmum' at one point, so he didn't think they were upset with the idea. And they only needed gentle reminders about manners when meeting strangers, so he didn't want to worry them and coach them until their eyes rolled. He only hoped he was right about his mother and she didn't traumatize his boys.
Because Merlin help her if she did.
~*O*~
Gabe and Teddy fidgeted in their robes. They didn't have to wear them often and they were rather uncomfortable. "Dad," Teddy whined softly, pulling at the collar of his pale green robes.
"Stop fidgeting," Harry scolded gently, lowering Teddy's hands from his collar and Gabe's from his buttons. He made a few adjustments, brushing out imaginary wrinkles and removing microscopic lint. "I know you aren't used to robes, but it's important that we look nice when we meet Narcissa," he said, feeling weird by calling the woman by her first name. Draco had insisted, telling him his mother would insist and he needed to get used to it.
Gabe sighed and stilled with an effort. Thankfully, daddy had let him bring Tony at least. He was shrinked down and sitting in his pocket, a reassuring lump. He poked the soft lump, giggling quietly when he heard a muffled roar. He didn't know papa had a mummy (well, he knew papa had one, but he thought she was gone like daddy's mum) and he was a little nervous to meet her. It was his grandmum!
He looked up at daddy and smiled. "Is grandmum nice?" he asked.
"Yes," Harry murmured, praying he wasn't made out to be a liar. From what he remembered of Draco's mum, she could be called nice. She was devoted to her son (and husband) even if it wasn't exactly shown with open affection. Her actions during stressful times spoke of her love... he knew few people that would have done what she did. And he really, really hoped she'd be able to extend that love and affection to Draco's sons. And maybe him...
He exhaled with relief when Draco swept into the room, looking positively edible in a set of midnight blue dress robes. It was almost unfair how gorgeous Draco was, especially compared to him; he felt like a ragamuffin with his untameable hair and his rounded belly bulging out his hastily altered robes.
Harry smiled when Draco didn't fuss over his outfit and just wrapped and arm around him as they all stood in a little group in front of the floo. He thought it odd that they were forming a little greeting party, but Draco assured him it was proper and good manners.
He fidgeted with the collar of his own robes, chuckling when Teddy scowled at him. "I'm not used to robes either," he said, lowering his hand with a sheepish grin. Teddy just nodded his understanding and went back to trying to keep still and not scowl at his little brother.
Draco sighed and made a last second adjustment to everyone's robes, turning mid-way through smoothing Harry's robes over his prominent belly when the floo chimed and the flames flashed green. He squared his shoulders and stepped forward, helping his mother through—the habit old; ingrained since childhood.
"Mother," he murmured in a polite greeting. He blinked, staggering under her weight when he was suddenly, tightly embraced. It took a moment for his brain to engage and he gently brought his arms up to hug his mother back.
"Oh," Harry whispered, his eyes wide and shocked as the two hugged. Draco was slow and stiff to respond, but he finally did before his mother could pull away. He didn't interrupt, watching as Narcissa pulled away with suspiciously shiny ice-blue eyes and held Draco at arm's length. He stifled the urge to giggle when Draco flushed under her scrutiny.
Narcissa beamed, her eyes still watery. "Oh, Draco," she breathed. "You look... wonderful. So happy," she breathed. A brief flicker of sorrow went through her, realizing she hadn't seen her son so in years (if not since he was a little boy). She hugged him again, laughing breathlessly when she was hugged back with more enthusiasm this time. Her eyes closed slowly, relishing the embrace. She hadn't really hugged her son since he was a small boy. She hated that she allowed Lucius to take that away from her... and Draco.
"I've missed you so, my darling."
"I as well, mother," Draco murmured, the soft sent of lilacs washing over him and bringing back many memories of his long ago hugs. "I trust your trip was alright?" he asked, pulling away reluctantly. He could feel Harry and the boys' gaze on him and he longed to turn his mother's attention to them as soon as possible. Even though he was quite enjoying his mother's warm greeting.
Narcissa nodded dismissively. It almost hurt to see her son behaving so formally, but she knew it was her own fault. She'd ingrained such behavior, even towards her, in him since he was old enough to walk and speak. Lucius had insisted.
She finally turned to take in the room and her eyes widened as she gasped softly. "Oh," she breathed, leaning against Draco a little when her knees suddenly felt weak. "Hello," she said, nodding at the two little boys and a beaming Harry Potter. A pregnant beaming Harry Potter. She would have turned an accusatory gaze to her son—stunned he hadn't told her about any of them!—but she was mesmerized.
She could certainly understand her Draco's happiness. She felt a little bad they were all so nervous. She smiled, hoping to set them at ease.
"Hi," Gabe chirped, waving at the woman he was sure was his grandmum. She had hugged papa and he called her 'mother'. And she had his pretty hair. He bounced gently on his toes, longing to go over and hug her too but he hadn't been told he could yet. Daddy and papa had warned him grandmum was strict. He gently elbowed Teddy, nodding approvingly when his big brother murmured a shy, quiet 'Hullo'.
Narcissa gaze slowly slid back to Draco and she raised an inquiring eyebrow. The smallest child was obviously Draco's son and they appeared to be expecting another. She wanted to be mad, accuse him of not having the decency to tell her she had grandchildren but she didn't. She, again, only had herself to blame. She'd rectify it immediately, of course.
"Introductions, dear," she reminded softly. She was quite eager to get closer. Maybe even smother the little ones in a hug, if they didn't mind her being a stranger.
"Of course, mother," Draco said softly. He coughed softly when he was given another look, not at all repentant for the surprise. It was worth it, in his opinion, to see his mother so stunned. He led his mother over by the elbow until they were standing only a few feet in front of his gathered family. He smiled warmly at them and winked, hoping they'd all relax with the gesture.
Unconsciously, as he turned to his mother, he stood taller and his chest puffed ever-so-slightly with pride. "Mother, this is Harry," he said, waving a hand. "My fiancé," he added. He stood back a step when his mother gently pushed him away and enveloped Harry in a hug. He smiled at Harry's stunned expression and nodded encouragingly, hoping he'd hug her back.
He could understand the reaction and he hoped Harry recovered quicker than he had. He had nearly given his mother the wrong impression with his slow reaction.
Harry felt stunned stupid but eventually got his arms to work, awkwardly patting Narcissa on the back before he was released. "Hello, Missus..." he trailed off, embarrassed that he didn't know how to address her. He looked to Draco and saw a very subtle shrug. He wanted to scowl; how could Draco not know?
"Black," Narcissa said proudly. "I reclaimed my maiden name. Michael wasn't bothered by it," she added when Draco sent her a questioning look. He knew of her recent marriage but that was it.
They had a lot to speak about...
"Of course, you are to call me Narcissa. May I call you Harry?" Harry nodded and she smiled warmly. "I am quite pleased to meet you," she said and gave a small, cheeky smile. They had met, of course, but she felt this was much better circumstances. "I apologize it took a gossip column for me to realize you were in a relationship with my son."
Harry fidgeted, unsure how to answer. He thought Narcissa had been avoiding Draco deliberately but he really didn't want to mention that aloud. Plus, he hadn't realized they'd been in the paper. He didn't sigh at the news, though he wanted to. "It's OK," he murmured. "We're all here now, so..."
"Exactly," Narcissa said pleasantly. She squeezed Harry's hand gently and let her attention finally settle on the man's belly. It was big enough to notice but still small enough, probably only about 5 months. She wanted to touch it and her fingers actually twitched with the desire. She blinked when her hand was gently held and placed atop the swell. "Oh," she sighed, moving her hand around to the side.
She felt the threat of tears once again when there was a sharp nudge to her hand and she couldn't help sharing a secret smile with Harry. It was a miraculous feeling. She almost missed it.
Gabe bounced again, trying not to fidget as his grandmum felt the baby. He knew it was special; he liked doing it too so he didn't want to interrupt. Even if he was pretty sure his little sister was kicking him on purpose (no matter what daddy or papa said to try to convince him she couldn't). He shuffled closer to the tall blonde lady and gently tugged at her pretty robes. They were a silvery blue color that almost exactly matched her eyes. She slowly turned to look at him and he bounced excited again.
He grinned up at her when she smiled. "Did she kick you?"
"Yes," Narcissa said quietly. Her slightly rounded eyes returned to Harry before flicking to Draco. "A granddaughter?" she whispered.
Harry shrugged while Draco nodded proudly. "Yes, we found out by accident. Harry didn't seem to have any interest in finding out before the birth."
"It doesn't matter, Draco," Harry said quietly. He was just happy his baby was healthy. Decorations could be changed with a flick of a wand, so he didn't see the big deal. Though, he was more than pleased when he found out they were having a girl. Gabe had practically bounced off the walls, screaming joyfully. He smiled when Draco moved closer with bright eyes. He didn't know how to react in front of Draco's mum and he fidgeted.
Draco hummed and just shrugged one shoulder. He knew it didn't matter, but he wanted to know. He didn't like not knowing things. He noticed his mother was looking between him and Harry, an eyebrow raised and a small smile on her face.
"My apologies, mother. I'm not sure where my manners have gone," he smirked, softening the stilted words. "My I introduce our eldest, Edward Remus."
"Teddy," he muttered, giving a side-long glance up at pop. His hair flashed hot pink as he blushed. "I prefer Teddy, ma'am," he added louder, politely. He shuffled forward when he felt a nudge on his shoulder and did an awkward little bow.
Why did he have to bow if this was, essentially, his grandmother? He didn't quite get it but he was going to make pop and dad proud of him by being on his best behavior.
Narcissa smiled at the little boy and bowed back before leaning over enough to hug him loosely around his shoulders. Her smile grew when she felt the small body relax and little arms come up to hug her back.
"Teddy, hmm?" Teddy nodded. "Lupin, correct?" she asked softly. She felt terrible the child had lost his parents. She wondered if her sister had ever met the boy... She shut off the thoughts for now, focusing on the people in front of her.
"Lupin-Black," Harry said, his voice soft with apology and embarrassment. When Narcissa arched an eyebrow (in the exact way Draco does, he noted with amusement) he shrugged. "I didn't want Teddy to forget his father and I wanted him to be able to inherit the Black name, since he is blood related, when he was old enough." He gave Teddy a warm smile, hopefully reassuring his son that he didn't care what surnames he had, Teddy was still his son. He chuckled softly when Teddy puffed with pride.
Narcissa nodded slowly. "I see. I suppose that makes sense, otherwise his monogram would be a manuscript," she joked lightly. Really, Edward Remus Lupin-Black-Potter-Malfoy would be quite the mouthful, let alone trying to write it all out. She smiled warmly at the child; even with the way his features could change, she could see Black in his nose, the angle of his jaw and the shape of his eyes.
Her gaze slid to the youngest little boy. "And who is this?" she asked warmly, squatting down a little to be eye-level with bright, silvery grey eyes.
Oh, so like her Draco when he was a small, happy little boy.
"I'm Gabe!"
Draco chuckled, placing a hand proudly on Gabe's shoulder. "This is our son, Gabriel Potter."
"Hi!" Gabe gushed, rushing over to hug the blonde woman. He was immediately hugged back and he sent papa and daddy a beaming smile. The one he gave papa was a bit smug; he had said his grandmum would be nice.
He pulled back and fished Tony out of his pocket, excitedly showing off his favorite toy. "This is Tony," he said proudly, squeezing the small blue belly so he'd roar. "Papa gave him to me and he's the bestest dragon. Ever," he added, just in case Tony's greatness would be questioned.
Narcissa nodded appropriately, making a soft noise of agreement. "He's a fine dragon, indeed. Though," she leaned in closer, dropping her voice conspiratorially, "I know of a slightly greater dragon."
"No way!" Gabe said, no longer worried about his manners. He held Tony up so his grandmum could see him better and wiggled him about. "He's got wings and he roars and he blows smoke!" He gave Tony another squeeze, harmless smoke puffing from the dragon's nostrils.
Narcissa hummed in agreement. "Indeed he does. I still think my dragon is a little more special."
"You have a dragon?" Gabe breathed, his eyes wide. He couldn't believe it! He had the best grandmum in the world! He tried to be subtle as he looked the woman over. She was a little taller than daddy and thin, too. He didn't see where she could possibly be hiding a dragon... even with magic.
Narcissa nodded. "You know Draco means dragon, yes?" She laughed softly when Gabe's eyes widened even further and stared at Draco with a newfound awe. "Exactly," she said softly. "I don't want to compare; Tony is special, no questions. But I'm partial to my dragon."
"Yeah, me too," Gabe said, putting everything together. He didn't know papa was a dragon. That was the coolest. He looked up at papa critically. "Where are your wings? And tail?"
"My mother is merely playing with words, love," Draco said, ignoring Harry's amused snort, unable to stop himself from smiling. "I'm not really a dragon, just named after the constellation in the sky."
Gabe nodded slowly. He got that. He wasn't dumb. Even if he did think papa had wings and a tail for a second... "Oh. I guess your my favorite dragon too, then. But Tony is this close—" he held his thumb and forefinger about a millimeter apart, "—because he's a real dragon." He smiled brightly and grabbed his grandmum's hand. "I wanna show you something!" he declared and pulled her from the room.
"Alright," Narcissa said slowly, stunned, and followed behind Gabe. She looked over her shoulder and saw Draco and Harry smiling. She followed Gabe up a few flights of stairs, feeling slightly less stunned to realize she was being led to his room. She couldn't help but feel affection towards the enthusiastic little boy and listened intently when he pointed things out to her.
Draco watched his mother follow Gabe up, no doubt to his son's room for a thorough show and tell, before turning to Harry. "Well, that was unexpected."
"Not really," Harry said with a laugh. "Gabe loves showing off his room," he said. It had taken Gabe a whole hour to show off his treasured space to Pansy and Jessica. He nudged a quiet Teddy and gave him a smile. "Alright?"
Draco hummed, his eyes going to the ceiling as if he could see what Gabe and his mother were up to. "I'm aware of that. I'm merely surprised my mother allowed herself to be led."
"Ah," Harry said and lowered himself into a chair. He didn't mind one bit when Teddy crawled into his lap, carefully maneuvering himself around his growing belly. "Alright, Teddy?" he asked again, since his son hadn't answered him. He wrapped an arm around small shoulders when Teddy leaned into him. He was a little concerned, since Teddy had decreed himself too old for snuggles a few weeks ago, but he just enjoyed the moment.
Teddy nodded, clasping his hands together and pressing into his dad some more. He needed the comfort, he always seemed to when he was reminded, aloud, that he wasn't Harry's actual son. He knew it didn't matter to his dad, nor to him, but he still couldn't help it.
"Did... she look upset when you said I was a Black?" he asked quietly, finally voicing his concerns.
He knew Draco's mum was a proper Black and he was a little scared she'd hate him. Not only was he the son of a werewolf, but he was going to get anything that had to do with the Black family name when he was old enough. It didn't look like Narcissa hated him but he knew she was probably really good at hiding that kinda thing. Pop still could.
"Not at all. She looked quite pleased," Draco answered, sitting on the arm of the chair Harry and Teddy were in. He ruffled Teddy's hair, smiling as it shifted to a pale blonde. "I think she was surprised. And a little ashamed," he added quietly.
Teddy looked up, his eyes wide with surprise. "Ashamed?"
"Yes," Draco said firmly, seeing the doubt on Teddy's face. "She's let old grudges get in the way of family. Blood is important to her and she, no doubt, feels rather upset with herself for not seeking you out sooner. I know she had her issues with her sister, your mum's mum, but I had hoped she'd move past that once she was no longer with my father."
Teddy settled back against Harry's chest, enjoying the warm hand rubbing his back, and thought the words over. He didn't remember his other grandmum. She had died shortly after Harry had adopted him.
He looked up at his dad and smiled. He didn't care if they weren't 'real' family or blood related, Harry was his family. He almost wished he could be a Potter, too. He worried his lip for a moment, building up his courage. "Can I be a Potter, too?" he finally asked, unsure if he was loud enough to be heard.
"Of course," Harry said immediately. He felt a rush of love and warmth for the little boy in his lap and hugged him. "You sure? I mean, it's a lot of names," he added playfully, wiggling Teddy's shoulders and making him giggle softly.
Teddy nodded. "And when you get married..." he trailed off, meaningfully, looking at up pop before looking back to his dad. "I know, but I want to." Yeah, he knew it would be a long name, just like pop's mum said, but he wanted to be included. He felt a little silly, knowing it didn't matter what his last name was, but he couldn't help it.
"Sure," Harry said again, hugging Teddy tight enough to make the little boy squeak. "Sorry," he murmured, loosening his grip slightly. "We'll see about getting that sorted as soon as we can, OK?" Teddy nodded, his shoulders relaxing with relief. "You do know it doesn't matter, right? I love you, no matter what."
Teddy nodded again. "I know," he said, blushing. "I love you, too, dad," he muttered, embarrassed but meaning it. He refrained from rolling his eyes when his dad sniffled and squeezed him again. Really, he was expecting the tears any moment now; his baby sister did really weird things to his dad these days.
He shyly looked up to see pop watching them with a small but warm smile on his face. "Erm, and you too, pop."
"Excellent," Draco drawled, ruffling Teddy's hair again before letting his hand rest on the top of his head for a moment. "I love you, too, Teddy," he said, knowing he had to say it aloud. He felt awkward but it was worth it to see Teddy beam up at him, a big smile on his little face. And Harry was looking at him like that as well, his green eyes watery and practically sparkling with love and admiration.
Ugh. Gryffindors...
"Well, enough with the sap," he said, clapping his hands. "We've got to rescue my mother from Gabe."
Harry laughed softly and gave Teddy another squeeze before the little boy hopped off his lap and followed Draco upstairs. He stayed where he was; he was not walking up all those steps until he had to. Narcissa could handle one little boy. A crash and loud giggles had him turning his head. OK, maybe not.
A thunder of footsteps sounded and Harry grinned when Gabe hopped in the room, followed by Teddy and Angus.
"Draco, dear," Narcissa said, walking back into the main room and sitting next to Harry. "Were you going to offer your mother tea at some point?"
Draco blinked and fought a flush. He couldn't believe he'd forgotten his manners. He hurried over to Harry and pushed him back down into his seat when he made to get up. "Of course," he said to his mother, smiling when he noticed her looking up at him with amusement. He felt a bit better about his lapse when he realized his mother was making fun of him. The cheek! "I'll be right back. Teddy, give me a hand?"
"Sure," Teddy said and hurried off the floor where he was petting Angus and followed pop into the kitchen. He didn't usually help with tea but he didn't care, he was so happy he'd probably do any stupid chore pop asked him to. Draco's mum had hugged him! He didn't know the older lady all that well but he knew it was a big deal when pop's eyes widened a bit. "Huh?" he asked, realizing he was being spoken to.
Draco smirked and arranged a few mismatched mugs on the tray. He didn't care the set didn't match, he wanted his mug and he knew Harry would prefer his favorite mug as well. His mother could lump it if she didn't like it. "I asked if you and Gabe were going to stay for tea?"
"I guesso?" Teddy said, shrugging. "We're gonna have biscuits, right?"
Draco laughed and filled a teapot, warming the water with a flick of his wand. "Yes, we're having biscuits. But do take it easy, alright? We're having dinner early so my mother can join us," he said, the 'don't ruin your appetite' message plain. Teddy nodded dutifully and carefully opened the box, neatly arranging the fancy biscuits Harry insisted on buying for the occasion on a plate. "Nicely done, Teddy."
"Thanks," Teddy mumbled, poking at a few stray edges. He waited until pop got the tea tray and he followed him into the main room, walking carefully so he didn't drop any biscuits. They were chocolate and he didn't want Angus to snatch it off the floor. He carefully lowered the plate by the tray and hurried to sit next to dad. He didn't quite feel comfortable sitting next to Draco's mum just yet. He nibbled on a biscuit, watching as Gabe piled a few in his hand and hopped up next to him.
Narcissa couldn't help smiling watching the family as they went about their routine, she almost felt like an interloper. She took her mug with a smile and watched as Draco fussed over an irritated Harry. "So, what are your plans, dear?"
"Plans?" Draco asked, dancing away from Harry's swatting hand and sitting in the lone chair. He nodded at his mother's pointed look. "Oh, yes. Plans. Naturally, we're getting married. Well, bonded." He saw his mother's eyebrow raise and he fought the urge to stare at her defiantly. He didn't need her approval. "It won't be until next Spring, though, since we're waiting until after the baby's born. It's safer that way," he added when it looked like his mother would ask why.
Narcissa nodded, trying to hide her surprise at the news. Marriage she expected, but a bonding? She smiled, feeling that pang of regret and sadness again. She hadn't realized she'd missed so much with her selfish phase. Mentally shaking off the morose thoughts, she noticed Harry was back in a good mood and was aiming a dazzling smile at Draco. "I see," she said after a few moments. "That's wonderful news, Draco."
"Thank you," Draco said, inclining his head. He was no longer upset with his mother (he did understand her motivations now) but he wasn't sure if he should extend an invitation or not. It felt a bit soon, but she was his mother. One look at Harry and he knew he really didn't have a say in the matter. "I will make sure you get the invitation when we finally settle on a date."
Narcissa smiled warmly, thrilled for the offer. "I look forward to it. So," she set, settling her tea cup on her knee, "I want to know all about my darling grandsons," she said, turning to the two little boys and laughing softly when both stared at her, wide-eyed, with their cheeks full of biscuit.
~*O*~
"I can't believe you!"
Draco recoiled, unable to help himself. "I'm sorry," he said for what felt like the tenth time. "I didn't realize we didn't have any rooms set up!"
"You didn't? How could you know? You leave that sort of thing to me," Harry said hotly, crossing his arms with a huff and turning his back on an irritating Draco. The bastard. He didn't mind that Draco asked his mum to stay but it would have been nice to have more than a 10 minute warning ahead of time. Most of the extra rooms were sealed and he didn't fuss over them.
Draco pinched the bridge of his nose, counting down from 10 so he wouldn't yell back. He didn't know what to say to that that wouldn't cause Harry to flip out. "I didn't mean that, love, and you know I help when I c—"
"Fuck you, you help!" Harry yelled, whirling around and poking a finger in Draco's chest. "You call moving Angus' bed out of the way, with your foot, helping? Please," he scoffed and glared. He saw irritation and annoyance flicker over Draco's face and he felt anger bubble up. "Why don't you go stay with mummy, hmm?"
Draco gaped, unsure he heard that right. "What? No. I'm not sleeping anywhere else," he said firmly. He recoiled again when green eyes flashed and Harry made a hissing sound. An actual hiss. It probably would be arousing any other time but right now it just made him step back a few steps. Riling a hormonal Harry was not anywhere on his 'To Do' list.
"If I don't want you near me, you will."
Draco's shoulders sagged. He hadn't honestly expected to ever piss off Harry enough, raging hormones or not, to be kicked out of their bed. "Fine. If that's what you want," he said slowly. He barely got the last word out before he was nearly tackled to the floor by a now weeping Harry. Merlin, he hated these hormones... If he was stupid enough to go through this again, he was grilling Hermione thoroughly to advice on how to keep his sanity.
"I didn't mean it! I don't want you anywhere else," Harry said through his sniffles. He knew he was being irrational but he couldn't help it! His anger had popped like a balloon when Draco gave in so easily. His sweet, wonderful, loving Draco that would do anything for him was not going anywhere. "I'm sorry," he whispered.
Draco sighed softly and wrapped his arms around Harry, holding him as tightly as Harry's growing belly would allow. "I know. Don't apologize. It was rude of me not to say something earlier. I hadn't asked until the last minute when mother looked so hesitant to leave. I hadn't thought she'd want to."
"Now I feel even worse!" Harry said, barely avoiding wailing like Gabe with a scraped knee.
Draco smiled, unable to help it. "It's really alright, love. We got her sorted and the boys are ecstatic she's right across the hall. It's fine. She's fine."
"Alright," Harry said through another bout of sniffles. "I really am sorry, I feel like my brain gets... hijacked or something."
Draco wisely kept his mouth shut and just continued the soothing rubbing. He was not stupid enough to say a word about that issue. He kissed Harry gently and snickered when Harry immediately deepened the kiss and pressed against him.
"A bloke could get dizzy trying to follow your moods, love," he said softly. Thankfully, Harry was fully turned on and didn't say anything rude or in outrage in favor of kissing.
"I know, I'm sorry," Harry said again, rubbing against Draco as best he could. He whined softly when he didn't get the friction he needed, his belly impeding any decent contact. "Don't just stand there laughing at me, touch me," he demanded, pulling Draco closer and hooking a leg behind his thigh. Ah, that was a little better.
Draco snickered and complied. It would take a stronger man than Draco Malfoy to ignore a command like that. He carefully tipped Harry onto their bed and happily followed each direction from his pushy, horny Harry.
~*O*~
Harry fidgeted with his suit, trying to get the lapels to lay flat. "Bugger!" He sighed with relief when pale hands came from behind and helped him, straightening his tie as well before he was turned around by a smiling Draco.
"My my, Muggles can do some things right," Draco drawled, eyeing Harry's lithe body in the Muggle suit. He gently rubbed Harry's glamoured belly and smiled warmly. "I almost wish you didn't have to hide this," he murmured, leaning in for a kiss.
Harry pushed Draco away before they could get carried away. "Stop that, you know we don't have time for that," he said with mock indignation. "And, I don't agree," he said, rubbing a hand over his glamoured belly as well. He twined his fingers with Draco's and smiled. "I'd look ridiculous otherwise."
"Oh, no, my love, I must disagree." Draco smirked when Harry's cheeks pinked and he felt no remorse for winding up Harry when he was practically attacked, his lips kissed and nibbled. "Harry," he murmured when Harry pulled back to kiss down his jaw and neck. "No time, remember love."
Harry pulled back with a growl, poking Draco in the chest. "Then don't say sweet things to me!"
"Right. Got it, love." Draco chuckled when Harry glared at him. "The boys are ready and mother managed to find a gown at the last minute," he said, rolling his eyes. As if his mother didn't have an entire wardrobe at the ready for any occasion. "So, we're all set. Did you call for a car?"
Harry nodded, rolling his eyes as well. "Of course I did. I called for a limo!"
"A limo. Excellent," Draco said brightly. "Let's go," he said, holding out his arm for Harry, placing his hand over his when Harry tucked his in. They met the boys and his mother in the main room. "Boys!" he said proudly, noticing both of them standing tall and proud in their little Muggle suits. "Very nice," he said.
They looked adorable, really. Why did everything look cuter the smaller it was? Muggle suits were no exception, apparently.
Gabe bounced on his toes, liking his fancy shoes. They made clacking noises when he was on the tiles. "Thanks papa! You and daddy look nice too!"
"Yeah," Teddy echoed, eyeing his dad's tummy with confusion. "Where's the baby?" he asked, trying not to panic.
Harry rubbed his glamoured belly and waved his sons over. He placed each of their hands on the area and both of their eyes went wide with understanding. "It's hidden for now. Aunt Hermione's new family are Muggles," he said, leaving the rest unsaid. "Right, so, it's kind of a secret. Don't talk about the baby, yeah?"
"OK," Gabe and Teddy said at the same time.
~*O*~
Harry kept rubbing his glamoured belly. It was a good thing the table hid his actions because Draco was quite sure even Muggles would recognize the gesture. Maybe not by a man, but still. He made his way over to Harry and tapped his shoulder.
"Hm?" Harry turned, looking over his shoulder. He grinned when he saw Draco. He waved a hand at the empty chair next to him. Once Draco sat, he maneuvered himself onto the blonde's lap. "Hi," he said brightly, wrapping his arms behind Draco's neck and pressing close to his chest. Even glamoured, his belly kept him from getting too close. Which was probably good, considering they were around a lot of people.
Draco chuckled and kissed Harry's cheek, feeling a bit exposed at the front of the reception hall with Harry sitting across his lap in a very obvious (and very arousing) way. "Hello," he murmured.
Well, he didn't have to ask how Harry was doing. He was quite pleased to see his fiancé in a good mood. He'd caught Harry crying freely during the wedding and was worried but he hadn't been able to approach him until now. Stupid Muggle wedding ceremonies and their hogging of the 'maid' of honor.
"Are you eating up here?" Draco asked, keeping his hands chastely on Harry's sides with an effort.
"Nope," Harry said brightly. "I'm sitting with my man and boys."
Draco smiled and nodded. "Good. Mother's not quite... comfortable, so do let me up so I may rescue her from the Muggles." He patted Harry's bum for emphasis and rolled his eyes when the arm around his neck only tightened, his fiancé pouting. "Please, Harry," he said softly, kissing his nose.
"Oh, fine. Go rescue mummy," Harry said playfully, using Draco as a prop to get himself upright. He might not look pregnant but he certainly still felt it. He followed after Draco, not wanting to stay behind. He didn't know any people here besides the newlyweds and his family, anyway.
He wiggled his fingers in a wave at Narcissa over Draco's shoulder. "Hi! Did you like the wedding?" he asked once close enough. He leaned against Draco, not caring how many of Arnold's old relatives gave him looks. Most were old ladies giving him those 'Awww' expressions that went with pinched cheeks.
Or maybe they were giving Draco the 'Awww' looks since his arms was around Harry's waist, his hand resting intimately, and a little possessively, on his hip. He didn't care; no one was sneering or making rude comments. He leaned into Draco's side, getting a soft look from Draco's mum as well.
Narcissa inclined her head. "I did. It was quite lovely," she said honestly. "And Hermione!" she said, still finding it hard to use the girl's first name, but it was getting easier with each utterance. "She looked so beautiful!" she said, trying not to sound surprised. She knew the girl was pretty, but she had matured into a beautiful young woman since she'd last seen her. And she'd managed to tame her hair into a elegant chignon.
"I know," Harry gushed right back, nodding and blinking so he didn't tear up. Again. "I helped pick out the shoes," he said proudly. "Not that you can see them," he muttered. Hermione's wedding gown covered the sequined trainers, so she wanted something comfortable but cute. He loved that she went with his jokingly offered trainers.
Narcissa smiled, not having seen the shoes but enjoying Harry's enthusiasm. "And the boys were very handsome," she added just as Gabe and Teddy bounced over. They both had their ties off and tucked in their pockets, but otherwise were still looking dapper in their Muggle suits. "And Teddy did a wonderful job carrying the rings." She smiled at the little boys and gave into the urge to give them each a brief squeeze on the shoulder. She would hug them later when neither looked uncomfortable in the large crowd.
"Thank you," Teddy said quietly and blushed. He had been so nervous! But he didn't trip and he felt proud to have helped aunt Hermione and uncle Arnold today. "Dad, can me and Gabe go sit with aunt Pansy?" he asked, batting his eyes.
He liked aunt Pansy but mostly, he didn't want to sit at the big table in front. People were already staring at him and he couldn't handle being front and center. And Gabe just wanted to sit with Miss Jessica, probably in her lap if allowed.
Harry nodded, understanding Teddy's unease. "Yes, but tell aunt Hermione where you'll be, alright?" Teddy nodded and hurried off, Gabe trailing after him, babbling excitedly and making it clear he was getting the spot next to Miss Jessica. "Merlin, they're going to drive Pansy and Jessica spare," he murmured, leaning into Draco and chuckling.
"Most likely," Draco said brightly, looking forward to it. He caught sight of Hermione and Arnold and raised an eyebrow when the couple made a bee-line towards them. "Hermione, Arnold," he greeted. He sighed and tried not to roll his eyes when Harry smooshed them all into a group hug. "Lovely ceremony," he said warmly. "And Hermione, I've never seen anything more beautiful," he said, winking cheekily but serious.
Hermione sniffled and drew both men into a hug again. "Thanks. And I'm just— Thanks!" She laughed wetly when Harry glared at her and worked on controlling herself. "Sorry," she whispered, discreetly handing him a tissue. "So, I've just heard that all the Potter men are abandoning me."
"Well, erm..." Harry trailed off, having second thoughts and giving Hermione a pleading look that begged her not to separate them.
Hermione giggled and waved a hand. "It's alright, Harry. I rearranged the seating already." She smiled when Harry sighed with relief and beamed a watery smile at her. She slowly turned to Mrs. Malfoy. "Thank you for coming, Missus Malfoy."
"Narcissa," she insisted gently. "And it was my pleasure. Thank you for having me. It was lovely and you, Hermione, looked beautiful! Is that a Muggle designer?" she asked quietly.
Hermione's hands unconsciously ran down her dress, briefly holding out the layers of silk. "Yes, isn't it lovely?" she gushed, twirling a bit. "I just fell in love with it!"
"After four hours," Harry muttered.
Hermione ignored him and let Narcissa lead her away, surprisingly enjoying the older woman's company. She shamelessly left Arnold to catch up.
Harry sighed happily. "I didn't think they'd get along so soon," he said, watching the witches wander off, Arnold trailing after them. "I'm glad," he added, smiling. "Well, find our seats. I'm starving."
"Yes, dear," Draco said dutifully. He didn't leave Harry's side the rest of the evening, but that was more or less because just didn't want to. And maybe because he felt unease ripple through him at the very idea. What if someone bumped into Harry... or his stomach? What if Harry needed something but couldn't get up quick enough? He didn't mind though; next to Harry was really the only place he wanted to be.
He spent most of his time watching Harry, too. Smiling as he interacting with Arnold's family. He was not at all surprised to see his fiancé completely charm everyone, a few older women practically fighting to be able to sit next to him. He wondered how Harry could stand all the cheek pinching and hand patting without complaining or extensive bruising. He shook his head with a smile; Harry was soaking up the attention like a sponge, though.
He did drag Harry up to the dance floor a few times, demanding his company for a few slow songs. Harry still couldn't dance very well, but he was getting much better at just holding Draco and swaying with the music, following Draco's lead. Which worked just fine.
He curled their entwined hands onto his chest, placing them close to his heart, his cheek resting on top of Harry's head. He let his hand slid discretely down to rest on Harry's glamoured belly occasionally, kissing Harry softly before dipping him with a flourish.
He couldn't wait for their own wedding.
