This will probably be it for a while. School is back in session for me, so I'll see you all for the summer holiday. I do not own these characters or this world.

Chapter 6

The door of number twelve creaked loudly as both of the weary-eyed wizards tumbled through it, exhaustion making it hard to stand. They turned into the rarely used formal dining room, their suitcase clattered against the large, overly decorative leg of the massive rectangular table as they both sunk deep into the old, gothic armchairs, all twelve in perfect condition despite the many years since their construction. The dust that refused to be fully evicted from their shoes left a trail of their short trek, but they were too tired to care.

Droopy eyelids snapped open as the now unfamiliar *pop* cracked through the air. "Good evening, Masters Potter. I hope the honeymoon was...pleasurable. Shall I start the laundry?"

"Yes please, Kreacher. Could you also fix a little something, I'm starving." A small smile crossed the young man's face as the gentle blush of his companion.

"Yes, Master Harry." And with another pop he was gone.

He stood briefly before allowing his knees to sink into the plush cushion on either side of the blonde's hips. He dropped his head down to the slow curve of his neck, lightly pressing kisses and nips as he made his way up. "Shy now, are we? It seemed that you found the trip quite pleasurable when you were pinning me against the walls of the Louvre. What was it you said, as you man-handled me so blatantly where anyone could have seen?"

"That- that you belonged there. *gulp* Among the art."

"Mmmmm, yes. That's right." He let their lips barely touch, his breath a light tickle that had Draco's nerves on edge. He tried desperately to deepen it into a proper kiss, but he was pinned down by Harry's weight in his lap, and at some point when he had been distracting him with his mouth, he had taken hold of his wrists as well, holding them to the arms of their chair. His attempts did not go unnoticed as a deep chuckle came from Harry's throat, enjoying his struggle. "Oh, did you want something?"

"You know bloody well what I want Potter!" Fuck.

"Huh, so I'm 'Potter' again, am I?" Draco was pulled onto his feet before he could even try to form a response, his trousers yanked down as his chest was forced against the smooth wood of the table top.

*Smack* *Smack* *Smack*

Draco blushed deeper than the color starting to form on his bare arse. "Harry! Harry! Sorry, I won't do it again, I swear, if you would just please fuck me already."

"Not so shy anymore, are we?" Draco could hear the smile in his voice, at the same time feeling a spit-coated finger pressing against his entrance, first one and then another. Without the spells in place making the house unnoticeable by the muggles on either side, they surely would have heard the amazing noises coming from Harry's husband as he slowly slid his length into his hole.

Harry's slow pace was maddening, burying himself deep within him, making shivers go up Draco's spine. Firm chest pressed against his back as calloused fingers laced through his hair. Harry made a fist, grabbing hold of the light locks and forcing his head back, exposing that long, beautiful neck to him again. Draco's need became more apparent by the small whines he was making while trying to rock his hips backwards onto Harry.

His head was turned and silver met green. Harry brought their lips together hard, pressing his tongue into the other man's mouth. He pulled his hips back, the tip remaining inside him, before ramming into his prostate.

"OH FUCK HARRY, YES!" Draco pushed back into him, forcing him deeper. He was unrelenting, sliding into Draco hard and fast, causing streams of sinful language to spill from those perfect lips. Draco gasped as Harry took him into his hand, slick with lube, starting to slowly stroke him, before increasing his hands pace to match his hips.

"Cum for me baby." His hot breath on his ear along with the commanding tone sent him over the edge. As he finished he milked Harry to completion, causing them both to collapse on the worn table, spent.

"I- Love- You," Harry forced out between breaths, pulling Draco up and letting himself slide out from between his cheeks. Turning him around to kiss him lightly on the mouth.

"I love you too."

*A-hem*

Both men's heads snapped towards the door, the reality that they were not alone in the house crashing down on them.

"Beef stew is ready in the kitchen, Masters Potter."

After consuming the entirety of the pot of stew, Harry not even trying for table manners, Draco barely keeping his. It took every ounce of energy they had left to make it up all the stairs, collapsing in the bed without taking off their outrageously dirty clothes. Draco managed a lazy flick of his wand, and they were both bare. Harry wrapped his arm around the slim waist of his husband, and together they drifted off to sleep.

They had both sent word to their jobs as soon as they had the idea that it was time to go home. A stack of orders was already piled a foot high on the kitchen table, Kreacher had replenished and organized all his ingredients while he was gone, and Draco honestly couldn't wait to get back to the rhythm of the potion making. Harry was not as excited to go back to Auror training. The heaviness of the robes, the stuffy office, and the slow work. Everyone had asked him over and over why he wouldn't take the minister up on his offer to just join the ranks, and right now was the first time he was really thinking about it, just to do something a little more exciting than practicing spells he had known for a long time. But he still wouldn't. He had to earn his place, not just get it handed to him for being born who he was.

So he put on the stuffy robes, grabbing his case and kissing Draco goodbye. As soon as the door shut behind Harry, Draco felt a little pang in his heart, realizing that this was the first time in almost three months they wouldn't be together. Other than the few times one of them had run off without the other to go get breakfast for the other, they had spent nearly every minute with each other.

He shook off the feeling and headed downstairs, planning to drown himself in his work until Harry came home. He started on the easier potions, planning to deliver a big load of the ones he could easily get out of the way. He was stoppering the bottles he had finished filling with calming draught, when he heard a booming knock on the front door. He magicked the rest in place, wiped his hands on a towel, and took the stairs two at a time. The knock came again as he reached the top.

He opened the door to two, tall ministry wizards, one with a suitcase in both hands, the other holding a struggling toddler. " , there's been an accident. We didn't want to pull your husband from class, but we had to get the boy out of the house."

He held out the toddler to Draco, who, shocked beyond wit, took him. Theodore Remus Lupin looked at the horrified face of his cousin, and started to wail.

Harry walked in and put his case on the table by the door, shutting it behind him and leaning against it, sighing out the anguish of the long day. The next second his head was up at attention, wand drawn. He heard a faint screaming from upstairs, he longed to call out for Draco, but his instincts told him to be quiet. He worked the steps expertly, avoiding the squeaky spots that were beyond magical repair. He came to the door of the bedroom across from the one he shared and heard Draco attempting to shush what he now recognized as cries.

He threw the door open to see the room completely transformed, baby stuff was everywhere, and there was his husband, standing over a sobbing Teddy Lupin in his crib, while Draco leaned over him, looking haggard and begging the child for a second of silence.

"Draco, what the hell is Teddy doing here?" His husband turned to him, his face red and puffy, the trail of tears still present on his face.

"Andromeda, something happened to her. The Aurors don't know. She's in Saint Mungo's but they've been working on her all night with no improvement, so they packed up all his stuff and brought him here to us. Apparently her, her will says he comes to us." Harry stepped back against the wall and slowly slid to the floor, setting off a siren of a muggle toy fire truck in the process, a stream of tears falling down his face.

At the sound of the truck, Teddy has quieted to a hiccup. "Hey, give him to me?" Draco gently lifted up the toddler, holding him awkwardly at arms length before almost dropping the squirming toddler into Harry's arms. The boy cuddled up to his neck, his hair turning the same deep black of Harry's, a tiny lighting scar on the small forehead. Harry handed his tiny clone the truck, and Teddy started pressing the different buttons so the truck would light up and make different noises.

Harry looked up at his husband, who since giving up the baby had taken to pacing the length of the small, over filled room. Back and forth. It was almost nauseating, the speed of his steps and his turns making him almost impossible to see, the colors of the many stains on his work smack blurring together. For a minute Harry just watched him until it became too dizzying.

"So, Draco, tell me what all happened today."

Draco tells him in full detail about his day, including an epic recount of trying to feed Teddy lunch, Kreacher had made bangers and mash, the sausage ground and mixed into the potatoes rather than the traditional way. This explained the white, crusty stains on Draco's front. Harry knew Teddy had a habit of playing with his food more than eating it.

"So, that explains why Kingsley gave me that awful lie about why I wasn't to come in tomorrow. Something about redoing the floors in the training center-"

"Do you think we should go see her?"

"Andromeda?"

"Yes. Who else?"

At the mention of his grandmother's name, Teddy threw the truck away and turned to face Harry, the features of his face fading from Harry's to look more like Draco, as he formed the face of the woman he so resembled.

"Ga-ma?"

"It's a little too late for him to be out, and I'd want to see her first, make sure it'd be okay for him to see her. Do you want to go see her? I could Floo 'Mione?"

"Here, I'll do it. You deal with this." Draco gestured in the general direction of the toddler. Harry frowned. He knew Draco didn't have any experience with kids, but that was a bit much. Harry stood, bringing Teddy with him, kicking the firetruck under the crib as they went.

"Hey, little man. Sorry today was so weird for you. And last night. I wish they'd brought you sooner rather than leaving you at the ministry. You gave Draco a run for his money, huh?" Teddy laughed and his features turned to Draco, the platinum blonde hair and silver eyes Harry loved so much, but the nervous scowl Teddy was making must have been the look he was given by Draco most of the day.

Harry settled the boy in his crib, laying him on his stomach and pulling his hand-crochet blanket over him. A flick of his wand and the night light turned on, playing music to match the swirling colors it projected on the ceiling. Soon Teddy was out, snoring softly. Harry walked slowly backwards, watching the sleeping form making sure his light footsteps didn't wake him. He shut the door lightly, set an alarm to ring if Teddy woke, as well as putting a muffilato on the door so none of their noise would be heard.

Hermione and Ron were both in the kitchen, holding steaming tea mugs and watching Draco, who was now pacing the long length of the kitchen. He swirled his wand expertly, dumping out ruined potion that had been sitting too long without their next steps being completed. His lips were moving as fast as his wand, Hermione listening and nodding intently, where Ron looked as if his nodding head was about to smack into his tea cup.

"-And these big ministry blokes were on the front step, and before I can even take in what they are saying they're shoving the baby into my hands and mention that something happened to Aunt Dromeda. Then I ended up completely ignoring this batch until I smelled it burning from all the way upstairs. Today had been a disaster."

"But thank you both for coming, we really need to go check on Andromeda. Teddy is upstairs, he's out. An Alarm is set for him, he'd slept over in there before, so hopefully he'll stay knocked out. Warning though, he fell asleep looking like Draco, fyi." Draco looked horrified at that idea, a tiny him sleeping upstairs. He let all his different tools settle onto the table or hang in their places before he crossed the kitchen to take Harry's hand. "I'll send a patronus if I think we'll be late, I don't want either of you to have to miss work tomorrow, so hopefully it'll be quick."

He saw Hermione nod as he held tight to Draco's hand and turned into the pressing darkness.

The mannequins in their dusty, outdated outfits stared with their blank eyes as they usually did in the store window that hid St. Mungo's. They were admitted through the glass and stepped into the lobby, the floor marked with the directory as Harry remembered it from the last time he had visited this hospital to see . They got in line to talk to the stressed looking young mediwitch behind the desk, who was slowly getting through the odd assortment of individuals looking for help with their different ailments.

Finally they reached the front, where the young witch perked up at the sight of the two famous wizards before her.

"Hello, we are here to See Andromeda Tonks? Can you tell us which floor she is on?" The witch's smile fell slightly.

"Um, one moment please. Why don't you have a seat in here." She stepped out from behind the desk and waved her wand, a glowing outline of a door appeared, she pushed it and a small waiting room was revealed. As soon as they crossed the threshold, the wall sealed itself again, leaving an actual door in its place. Harry took a seat, where Draco picked up his pacing.

"This doesn't feel right Harry. Why couldn't they just take us to her. Or tell us to go up to the fifth floor to the regular lounge." He stopped and faced the door as murmurs were heard just outside. The door opened and an old, very tired looking wizard stepped in, his long, white robes bringing with them a very strong, sterile smell.

"Hello Gentleman, please have a seat."

"I'd prefer to stand, thanks." Draco said coolly, his expression one Harry had seen many times in the school days, but now knew was just his way of hiding anything he didn't want others to see.

"As you wish. I am sorry to have to tell you this, but passed away about an hour ago. We were never able to figure out what was wrong. We are so sorry." Draco gasped, and fell into the seat beside Harry, staring at the ugly brown carpet at his feet. Tears slowly began to spill from Harry's green eyes.