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Thanks for all of your votes! Here it comes…

"Malfoy!" Draco's boss screeched through the in-office intercom. He was never one to mince his words, and he never stopped shouting either. "Get yourself in my office NOW!"

The one way conversation had ended with a click of the intercom, telling all who could hear that it had been turned off. For now.

Sighing, Draco pulled himself out from his desk and trudged towards the boss's office. No-one actually knew the boss's real name, which was why everyone just called him 'the boss' or just 'boss'.

Seamus let out a sympathizing smile as Draco passed him. The boss held conversations in his office, but the never-ending shouting meant that everyone heard the conversation.

Sure enough, the boss's door closed but his part of the talking could still be heard by everyone. Seamus worried a bit about why Draco had been called to that office; normally, the boss let Draco have free reign on whatever he had been doing. It was weird to see him interfere.

"I think you know what this is about!" Came the boss's formidable voice. Mumbling could be heard, although Seamus was sure that the thick office walls just hid Draco's voice from a proper level for conversation.

"Yes! The Dead Silvers indeed! Any leads so far?"

Mumbling again.

"A few?! A few?! That's not nearly good enough!"

It seemed that Draco had moved to a further part of the office because no one could hear a sound from him.

"I know they are hard to track! That's why I've got you!"

…

"Fine, fine I'll let it rest. Now what happened to you on the main road, a few weeks ago?"

To this, Seamus was sure, Draco would have given no reply.

"I know something happened, Malfoy. I've got people everywhere confirming it! You can't possibly tell me you knew the man that just waltzed into your car!"

At this, everyone in the office stopped what they were doing. A few actually edged closer to the door.

"So you don't know him! Well, what was he after!"

Half of the office suddenly became aware that Draco may just give out some priceless information, so they all stepped closer and leant down to hear through the office door.

"WHAT! I am the boss here! If I ask you a question you fucking answer! WHAT DID THE GUY WANT!"

Draco's voice could suddenly be heard. "It doesn't matter! I'm taking care of it!"

"If that shit threatened you, why the fuck haven't you reported him!"

"I never said he threatened me, boss!"

"But you're not denying it either!" Yelled the boss. Draco remained silent.

"Listen, Malfoy. I know you can take care of yourself, but I need to know what's going on out there!"

Draco was quieter now. "I know, boss. But I can't say. The less everyone knows the better, look at the murders if you want proof of that."

A heavy sigh was heard. "Fine. I'll let you know when more information comes in. Go home now."

"What?"

"Go. Home. Now. Since you're the only one working on the case, I'll let you know when some stuff comes in. There's no point you staying here."

"But sir, I can work on something else for you."

"No. You're the only one who understands these bastards and I won't have you getting side-tracked. Home. Now. Besides, I've got a conference coming up that I want you to take care of. Go Home, rest, pack, whatever. Just go."

Those who had been listening at the bottom of the door had to quickly jump out of the way as Draco stormed out and thundered out of the group of offices.

Harry was the only one at home, since baby Jayden was visiting his grandparents, when Draco appeared. Greeting him with a hug and a warm smile, Harry questioned Draco's early leave.

Draco groaned. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Harry surveyed him with emerald eyes, causing another groan from Draco.

"I've just had a tough day. Can we please go upstairs so you can make it all better?"

With a slightly concerned smile, Harry took Draco's hand and led him to their bedroom.

Inside, they wasted no time. Draco's pent up anger quickly turned into white hot frustration and he literally tore the clothes from Harry's body. He had never been so rough doing this is in all life, but it felt too good for Harry to be able to comment.

Using scraping teeth and a rough tongue Draco maneuvered Harry off of the bed and up against the wall. The bed was too soft today, not enough friction. Draco growled as their crotches rubbed agonizingly.

Pushing Harry up the wall with his arms and legs, Draco soon had Harry begging for him. Harry's legs encircled his waist.

"God, please, Draco!"

But Draco was not listening to Harry's cries for relief. He ground against him again, backing up slightly just to push forward with double force. The room was spinning and it was hot, too hot, but it wasn't enough just yet - so close though but not just yet…

Draco gave a wild pant and almost threw Harry to the floor. He kneeled next to a sprawled out Harry. Harry, staring at Draco with wide and uncertain eyes, was like prey about to be devoured.

"Baby?…" Harry questioned, but before he had time to finish, Draco interrupted.

"Suck me." He said simply, his voice filled with unreleased pressure.

"What's…?" Harry began again, but Draco held a hand up to silence him.

"Please." Draco voice broke on the word.

Harry just nodded. He gently pushed Draco onto his back, restoring some calm. Kissing him sweetly, Harry trailed his fingers down Draco's torso, creating moans.

"I want to know what happened today," Harry stated calmly as his fingers brushed Draco's cock. "And you will tell me." He said that with no different tone, firm but calm and soft and gentle.

Draco sighed.

"It was the boss. He just decided to totally be a dick and interview me about that Dead Silver group."

Harry's fingers brushed the sensitive underside of Draco's cock, and then padded his balls softly.

Draco gasped and stuttered as he continued, "And…god, that's good…he decides to make me go to this conference thing…and the whole office heard the conversation and…oh god, baby!"

Harry slithered up to clutch Draco's chin. He made shushing sounds. "Relax, baby…relax…"

Draco whimpered. "Please, I just - I can't take it…I need…"

Harry nodded his head. "I know, babe, I know."

With that, Harry once again traveled down Draco's body, but this time, he slowly teased his hardness with his tongue.

"I love you." Draco cried as Harry's tongue probed the little slit on the head of his cock.

"I know," Harry replied before his mouth became home to Draco's hardness.

In the end, they didn't have sex. Draco, confused about his anger and frustration, then hated himself because he had been scared of hurting his husband. Harry, after assuring him that all was well, just lay with Draco on their bed.

Harry stroked Draco's hair as the full story of the Dead Silvers poured over them. Red, the threat and even some murders unknown to the public came to Harry's attention. As words came back to Draco's memory, tears leaked from his eyes - dried by Harry's soft hand and warm kisses. They lay there for some time .

The day of Draco's conference dawned. He had already jetted out to Madrid, hoping to get an early start on the briefings and such. After Madrid, Paris and New York were holding their own meetings that Draco had also been forced to attend.

His leaving had been especially painful for him, ever since that heartfelt break down just a few nights ago. He felt sick leaving Harry at home on his own, even worse when he realized that Harry would be totally alone to look after Cass, Mattie and Jayden.

Harry, although he had not told Draco, was worried. The threat seemed so raw and so inhuman it couldn't be real. But it was, it really was.

However, there was nothing they could do at the moment. Such meetings had to be attended by the correct personnel, and Draco was exactly that.

Unknown to Draco, Harry's whole world began to shift the very night he had left. Strange dreams floated into the savior's mind; Cass and Mattie nowhere to be seen, and Jayden crying loudly in the arms of some shadowed figure that he didn't know.

Hermione and Charlie visited the next day with their own children. After Harry explained the weird dreams to them, Charlie advised placing protecting spells around the house.

"But they're just dreams, Charlie." Harry said.

"The last time you had dreams like that, Voldemort was at large and trying to kill you."

This didn't encourage Harry. When lunchtime rolled around, and Hermione and her family were gone, Harry had a lot on his mind.

"Cass, it's salad."

"Don't like it."

"Yes you do. You always used to eat this."

"Does papa like it?"

"Well, no…"

"I don't like it."

Harry sighed, but gave up the argument when the door bell rang. As he walked into the hall, he heard the two boys shouting for him.

"Daddy!" Yelled Mattie, "That bloody baby's throwing porridge at us again!"

"If I tell you one more time, not to use that word Mathew…" Harry warned as he neared the door.

Harry heard Mattie question Cass, "Who's Mathew?"

Harry shook his head and finally opened the door. He gasped when the familiar face came into view.

"Lavender?"

"Hiya, sweetie. How are you?" She bustled inside, without even being invited. Harry just gaped after her. "Of course I was going to call before I came here, but then I thought 'Harry and Draco are old friends, they won't mind a bit,' and so here I am."

She looked very pleased with herself. "Where is Drakie anyway?"

Drakie? Harry thought to himself. "He's away. At a conference."

"Ooohhh…now I bet that's exciting." Lavender cooed. "Now, Harry, a little birdie told me that someone had a baby just a month or so ago."

"Oh, er, yes. Another healthy baby boy."

"And what did you name the little darling?"

"Jayden." Harry replied through a frown. Something was not right.

Lavender strolled on into the kitchen of her own accord. Harry briskly followed. What was she doing here?

"Harry, dear, let's have some tea, shall we?" Lavender proceeded to make tea. Harry was fuming.

"Oh, and here's the little treasure." She said, smiling sweetly down at Jayden. Her pink face was so close to his, the baby pulled back a bit. "Dark hair? He doesn't look much like a Malfoy."

Harry opened his mouth in shock. How rude! "Well, I guess he's the first one to take after me."

"Yes," She cooed again in Jayden's face, before turning to pour some tea for them both. "But I suppose looks don't count much when it comes to inheritance."

"What!?" Harry said, shocked.

"Oh, nothing dear. It's just the Daily Prophet had something about inheritance laws becoming clearer or something like that. Merely made me think, dear."

Harry scowled at her back. He took an angry sip of his tea. Who did she think she was? Strolling in here, frightening his baby? Harry whisked Jayden out from his tiny baby bed seat - some invention from the twins that kept babies upright so they could learn to eat on their own much faster.

"I suppose you heard about Dean and Billy, then?" Harry asked her nastily. She didn't seem fussed.

"Yes. Sad that, but he shouldn't have gone poking around where he wasn't wanted."

"He was trying to find you."

Lavender turned on Harry, "I made it clear to him that it was that girl or his kids. I never said anything about me sticking about, did I?"

"You're their mother. You should have been there to help."

"They had Dean!"

"Don't you care? You're son is dead, as well as your ex husband! Dawson is still in care!"

"He'll be looked after."

"He needs his family!" Harry yelled, outraged. Jayden began to cry, so he rocked him back and forth. "Boys go upstairs," He told Cass and Mattie. They left without a word.

"Now you see here, Harry. I was never cut out for motherhood, I'm not a broody hen like you…"

"How dare you!"

"-But I had my kids and I looked after them all by myself -"

"You never let Dean see them!"

"-and when that idiot finally takes care of his children, he spends all his savings trying to find me using a mob!"

Harry turned away, numb. "He needed help."

"Yet he never asked you lot, his perfect friends."

"You broke up a family, two families. How can you live with that?"

She shrugged. "Because I can. I had hoped that this would have gone better, but never mind. I will take my leave now."

Harry shot back at her, "Are you going to get your son from care? Or don't you do babies?"

Lavender looked him up and down and gave him a snort, before flouncing off out of the front door and apparating.

Harry placed Jayden back in his bed seat. He was starting to feel a little ill, probably because of that woman! She made him so mad, but suddenly, everything seemed a bit hazy.

The room began to spin. That was odd. Or had it been spinning so fast anyway that he couldn't see it spinning? And now it was slowing down, like one of those children's toys where you hold the top and spin it.

Could you imagine adults playing with spinning toys, maybe some giant adults were spinning him right now - in his own house! Maybe they bought it off someone…perhaps off of the guy that sold the house to Draco…what was his name? Pirate?

Ha! Who would buy a house off of a pirate?

Harry shook his head. What was happening, all these random thoughts attacking him…what?

But Harry had no time to try and understand. In the blink of an eye, Harry was on the floor and everything went black.