Once Sia finally allowed Draco to call Harry home, she had decided it was time for bed. She called over Klaus as well, and they slowly went up to Sia's room for some rest.

After the children, and Sirius, were in bed, Draco and Harry simply sat leisurely in the kitchen chatting. Harry laughed lightly at the exhaustion of Draco's gaze. "How much did she tell you?"

Draco shrugged. "About what you're thinking, not much at all was told. She decided to play nice for the day. Honestly, I think she was too tired for talking."

Harry cringed. "The many things a father never needs to know about her daughter."

Draco nodded to show his agreement, and slouched in his barstool. "I am positively worn out."

Harry smirked deviously, and Draco raised an eyebrow. "Well, if you're tired…I just…never mind."

Draco moved to sit up in his seat, clearly intrigued. "Why, what did you have in mind?"

"I just wanted to cheer you up. I figure today had been a long day, but if you're tired we should just get you to bed." Harry said shortly, looking away.

Draco laughed softly. "That's much more subtle…"

Harry bit his lip, and looked up to Draco amusedly. "I hadn't meant…unless you'd want to…"

Draco smiled widely, clearly extendedly amused at Harry's nervous behavior. He stood up, and started walking towards the stairs. He looked back over his shoulder, smiling gently to Harry. "You best hurry and follow or I might just start myself."

Harry felt a flush rise upon his cheeks, as he childishly ran after Draco up the stairs to their room. Where, unfortunately, he was astonished to find Draco looking down very sadly at a letter that must have just been delivered moments earlier by Hedwig.

"Draco, what is it?" Harry asked, sitting beside his husband…who looked positively destroyed at the moment.

Draco shrugged, handing Harry the letter. It was…for a welcome child party…from the new adoptive parents Severus and Lucius on the glorious occasion of welcoming their new daughter Fabray Snape to the family.

Harry looked up at Draco slowly, a small smile on his face. "You've got a new sister then, darling. I've heard siblings aren't so terrible. You can ask Ronald, he says a sister is always the easiest of the bunch. Well, unless it's their time of the month. But, you have years before that becomes an issue."

"Harry, you don't understand. I don't think you know the extent to how…awful my childhood was. So, it's either I get to watch them torture the new child in the same ways…or, them treat her better and wish I had been allotted the same." Draco said slowly, face in his hands.

Harry moved closer to Draco, and put an arm around him. Draco curved into Harry's hold, and rested his head on the brunette's shoulder. "I don't know if I can handle this one, Harry."

"Maybe you can't, but we can. Everything is together now, right? We can handle this together, I swear to you. Please, don't think you are alone. Don't close away the pain. Let me help you, talk to me about anything….maybe even what your own childhood was like if it helps. You don't need to fall, I am here to catch you." Harry said sweetly, stroking Draco's hair.

Draco took a deep breath. "I never was allowed to be appreciated, or celebrated. It was the time of the dark lord, and my mother didn't want celebration to spark me as a target that Voldemort could use against my father. I loved him dearly, but my father caused us so much emotional…and sometimes even physical pain. When he got home from work, you see, he was always bitter and angry. It was taken out on me. And, he swore up and down that I was his heir and was to be like him someday. I was to follow a dark man for foolish purposes such as fear, even if it meant my death, my father still encouraged it. I could tell somehow that my mother and father were never in love, and I think that's why it took so long for him to accept me. His coming out as of late explains a lot, in truth, about the other more emotional side of his bitterness. I was stuck with bruises inside and out, and I didn't know where to turn. By the time I turned sixteen, in our sixth year at Hogwarts, I was ready for it all to be over. I would have never admitted to it…but if you hadn't come and found me that one day in the bathroom, I'd probably be dead."

Draco paused, and looked up to Harry. Who, incidentally, had too started to cry through the story? Harry held Draco tighter, and moved to lay back in the bed with him. "Draco, I…had no idea. And, then, I hit you with that spell…"

Draco shut his eyes tight, and could barely keep his voice steady as he continued. "When you hit me with that spell, and I saw my blood pooling around me on the floor…I remember feeling thankful to you. It could finally all be over, without my family feeling shame on my giving up. I was shocked to feel the wounds go away, but I didn't lash out on the subject. I just moved to my usual bickering at you, so no one would see the truth of that night."

"Since then…have you ever felt like…?" Harry asked slowly, not being able to say the right words.

Draco smiled gently. "No, I haven't Harry. I promise. You…changed things for me. Even after we said goodbye, I thought you were the sign of something better for my life. I knew somewhere in my heart I could find you again, and that kept me going over the years."

Draco was pleased as Harry leaned over to kiss him. It symbolized that he wasn't scared off by the basis of his past. When Harry pulled away, smiling sweetly, Draco bit his lip. "Would it be terrible to ask if we could go to sleep?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "As long as you're not going anywhere, and maybe you'd allow some cuddling…"

Draco flipped onto his side, and moved to have Harry be wrapped around him. "I wouldn't have it any other way, darling."