Rosanna and Draco hadn't give much thought to co sleeping, before Leo was born. They thought, Draco in particular, that babies sleep in a crib; and nowhere else. But somehow, night after night, the baby finds her way into their bed. She likes to be held and rocked against his chest. More over, she likes to use Rosanna as a human pacifier. They use the proper spells, to make sure the little girl is safe while they sleep.
Draco grins, rubbing sleep from his eyes. Leo is aside of him, white blonde hair greets him. Her mouth affixed to her mother, as per usual. The morning sun peeks in, casting rays across the sheets.
Draco stretches the arm that was under his pillow, over to card Ro's strawberry blonde locks. She looks peaceful, rested; still glowing in her own right.
She opens a brown eye to peek at him. "Creep."
"Can't a man admire his wife?" Draco scoffs.
"But I'm not your wife." Rosanna says smartly.
"Yet," He raises his brows, "you're not my wife, yet."
"We need to start planning, if you want to be married anytime soon." Ro nuzzle against her pillow.
"We could do a small ceremony," Draco traces the slope of her nose with his finger, "just us and a few witnesses."
"Draco Malfoy wants a small wedding?" She shakes her head in disbelief.
"I want you," his eyes flicker to her plush lips, "the rest is unimportant to me."
"If we wait a year or two she can be our flower girl." Rosanna moves her gaze to the infant, stroking her tiny Draco colored hair.
"That's a thought." He chuckles, "although, I'm not sure I can wait."
"Impatient as ever Mr. Malfoy." She replies, feeling Leo stir between them.
"Did Mummy wake you?" Draco asks, softly rolling the babe onto her back.
The infant grasps onto his nose as he leans closer. Her brown eyes barely open as she yawns.
"Don't let Daddy fool you, with his ridiculous accent, it's his fault." Rosanna whispers to her daughter.
The tiny family is sitting in the living room, as rain pours over the windows. Curled up together watching television. A strange muggle contraption, gifted to them by Rosanna's grandma.
Narcissa and Lucius have taken a holiday, giving the young couple space, after their granddaughter's first weeks of life. Archer and Dixie had stayed the first fourteen days as well. Everybody got along, both sets of grandparents rally around their children to make sure they're settled, before finally stepping back.
When the doorbell sounds loudly, Draco jumps, jostling Rosanna.
She giggles, "you're cute."
"I'll give you cute, you cheeky little-" Ding Dong the bell sounds again. "Who the devil is carrying on like that?" He trails off, untangling himself from their shared blanket, making for the door on the first floor.
"It's for you." He calls up to the sitting room.
"For me?" Rosanna moves toward the stairs. Leo now awake in the cradle of her arms.
Arthur, Molly, Fred, George, Ron and Ginny, along with Harry and Hermione, stand at the stair case.
"My savior," Fred steps up first, patting her head, as she's still shorter than him.
"Mum made tacos," George adds, following his brother.
"Yes, and gifts for baby." Molly smiles, drawing Rosanna in for a hug.
"You didn't have to-"
"Oh pish posh." Molly pulls away.
"How are you dear?" Arthur asks, clapping Rosanna on the back.
"Good, thanks." Ro is still surprised to see them, and here no less. "What are you all doing here?"
"Your mum sent an owl." Harry explains, they hold each other for a long moment, mindful of the in her arms baby.
"It's so good to see you." Ro murmurs, Harry kisses her cheek as they break apart.
"Not every day one of your best mates has a baby, you should have figured we'd turn up." Ron shrugs, moving to take Harry's place.
Hermione is last, being the sentimental witches they are, both of them are crying when they finally meet in the middle.
"I know it's probably hard for you to be here, after the last time..."
"Don't worry," Hermione rubs circles into Rosanna's back, "I'm ok. We all are, somehow."
"Where can we set up? We've brought the works." Ginny asks, her hands are full.
"Let me show you the dining room." Rosanna dries her eyes.
"Massive house, not very homey." Ron says, no filter, ever.
"Don't be rude Ronald." Hermione jerks the hand she's holding.
"Are they-" Rosanna turns to Harry with an arched brow.
"Brilliant, isn't it?" He confirms, following her down the hallway. "Where'd Malfoy run off to?"
"Don't tell me the bloke's too posh for tacos." Ron scoffs.
"You really think I'd procreate with someone who doesn't like tacos?" Rosanna shifts Leo slightly in her arms. "I'll go grab him."
"Oi, the little darling can stay with us." Arthur suggests.
"Yeah don't hog her, no one's had a proper go yet." Ginny agrees, helping set up the massive table. The places are always done to perfection, although Rosanna has never eaten a meal there, until now.
"Who wants to-"
"Right here," Molly smiles, taking Leo gently, holding the babe close to her chest. "Look at those cheeks, my goodness."
"And all that hair," Hermione leans over, for another look.
"Malfoy must be pleased." Harry remarks, with a slight smile.
Ginny elbows him, "she's lovely."
"I'll be right back," Rosanna hesitates near the doorway.
"Go on," Fred whispers, the only one to notice her anxiety, "she's in good hands."
"Hey, what happened?" Ro asks, leaning heavily against the door frame of the library.
Draco doesn't look up from his reading. "You wouldn't understand. You find common interest with any creature that crosses your path. Me? I'm a Draco Malfoy, death eater."
"We all have things we're not proud of." The blonde sighs, pushing wayward hair behind her ears.
"I'm used to having things, objects, possessions, that are mine. You don't belong to me, I don't own you. It's very difficult for me, infuriating even; to ask instead of demand..." he trails off, turning a page, although he's not paying attention in the slightest.
"Will you stop pretending to read and talk to me?" Rosanna takes a step forward.
"I'm not pretending in the least." He scoffs indignantly.
"I've seen you read." She narrows her eyes at him.
"This is how I've read my entire life!" He snaps.
"Ok," she rolls her eyes, crouching down and setting the book aside. "Wanna tell me what's really bothering you?" Rosanna caresses his knees.
Draco gaze flickers up to the hair tie, holding the top portion her locks up. It's adorable; yet he scowls, adjusting the band slightly. "I don't like sharing my time with you."
"Of course not." Rosanna chuckles, "it's been really good, just us. I think we needed that; after everything. To really focus on us and Leo; I love being in our bubble. But I also love my friends. I want to see them too.
I know at school, every time they walked into a room you'd walk out. Now, you can set the tone for how things are gonna be moving forward." She leans her elbows against his thighs. "So you can stay up here, if you want; or you can come back down stairs with me and have dinner, talk, maybe you'll even have a good time. Either way, I still love you. Either way when they leave, I'm still here with you.
He mulls it over, "can't very well say no to tacos."
When they return downstairs, there are new faces around the table. Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy and Blaise, sit looking mildly uncomfortable amongst Rosanna's friends.
"I hope you don't mind," Ginny says, "we heard them at the bell."
"Thanks." Rosanna forces a grin. "The more the merrier."
"What are you doing here?" Draco narrows his eyes at the four.
"Your parents sent an owl." Blaise shrugs.
"My parents?" Draco's brows furrow, why would their parents invite them, all at the same time, knowing full well they don't get on?
"Yeah." Crabbe nods, eyeing the food that has yet to be served.
"Alright then." Draco takes his seat at the table.
"It'll be fine." Rosanna leans over to whisper, running a hand over his tense back as she sits aside him.
Draco is dressed down, sporting a black v-neck tee, and dark wash jeans. However his hair is still set to perfection, force of habit really.
Rosanna is a bit more comfortable, in her oversized lilac shirt and gray leggings; strawberry locks in a half updo.
"She's got your hair." Pansy says to Draco, a tone of annoyance about her voice. As they were not the first, or only, guests.
"Never fancied babies myself," Goyle notes, "they cry too much."
"Yeah, why's it being so quiet?" Crabbe tentatively looks toward the infant.
"She likes to be held." Draco sniffs, missing the tiny baby in his arms.
"Is this right?" Harry asks Ginny, cradling Leo in his arms nervously.
"I don't think you can do it wrong, mate." George chuckles.
"Unless you drop her." Fred chimes in.
"Hurt my daughter, and you're done for Potter." Draco grimaces.
Rosanna swats the back of his head, some things never change.
"Shut it Malfoy." Ron barks, "he's doing fine."
"Pansy and I brought this," Blaise extends the parcel to Draco.
"You two shag then?" Draco turns his nose up at the pair.
Blaise grins devilishly. "Clearly we weren't the only ones having a shag. Now Potter, let's see the little bird." He stands.
"Have you ever held a baby?" Pansy puts a hand on his arm.
"If this lot can do it, so can I." Blaise reasons, making his way around the table.
They each have their fill of holding Leo, before the infant begins to fuss. Rosanna nursing her, beneath the knitted pink blanket the Weasleys have gifted.
"These tacos-" Crabbe breaks off, mouth still stuffed, pointing both hands at his plate, "are fantastic."
"My Molly makes them from scratch." Arthur replies fondly.
Crabbe gives a thumbs up, "well done."
"You sure it can breathe under there?" Goyle flicks his fork to indicate the blanket.
"She, not it, you imbecile." Draco replies, sneaking a quick glance beneath the fabric. Leo has never been fed beneath a cover, so he has to be sure. "She's breathing just fine."
"So tell me Draco, how's fatherhood treating you?" Arthur asks, taking a swig of his drink.
"I'd like to think I'm doing a decent job. But generally speaking, I'm useless; because I haven't got any-" Draco let's his hands drop to his lap, realizing he's been making the crudest gesture to represent breasts.
"Bazingas." The twins offer in unison.
"Exactly." Draco huffs a laugh.
"No matter, surely you've been changing your fair share of nappies." Mrs. Weasley says. "It's all about team work."
"And what about you sweetheart?" Mr. Weasley inquires. "Good labor?"
"Once I got the potion, it was pretty easy." Ro nods, stealing a second dollop of sour cream. "I pushed for about forty five minutes and hated every second."
"It gets easier each time," Molly assures her, "don't let it put you off having more."
"I've read it takes quite a while the first time, because there's a fair bit of stretching to be done. Don't take my word for it though." Draco adds, just incase anyone is heeding his advice. "I wasn't watching anything that went on below the belt."
"Probably for the best." George nods.
"Could you imagine? Everything torn to bits?" Fred screws up his face.
"Terrifying, really." Ron swallows nervously.
"Hopefully everything rights itself," Harry scratches the back of his neck.
"Shall we have dessert then?" Molly asks, trying to save Ro anymore embarrassment.
"Yes please," Pansy nearly shoots out of her chair at the opportunity to switch gears.
"Cherry pie should do the trick." Mrs. Weasley moves quickly to her feet.
"On second thought-" Pansy averts her eyes.
"Oh bloody hell." Ron looks like he might be sick.
"Literally." The twins again in unison.
A six weeks have passed since Leo was born. Rosanna is cleared to resume all regular activities by Mora. Still she doesn't feel ready, especially not for sex. Her body changed for nine months, slowly it was changing again. Her breasts are heavier; they leak, whenever and where ever they want. Her stomach hasn't returned to normal, still slightly puffy with a few angry looking stretch marks. Her hips and thighs have also spread out considerably. So when Draco begins trailing kisses down her neck, as one hand sneaks up her nightshirt, she all but cringes.
"What's the matter?" He asks immediately, "not still sore, are you?" He cups her sex gingerly.
"N-no." She stammers.
"What is it, love?" His middle finger swirling circle around her slit through her panties.
"You haven't seen me...after Leo." Rosanna's hand closes around a fistful of white blonde hair.
"I'm trying to rectify that now." He chuckles, nuzzling her cheek.
"Things are different," she whispers.
"That's what you're on about?" Draco tips her chin up, to catch her eye.
"My boobs have a mind of their own. My stomach is out of control, my ass isn't far behind and I'm covered in stretch marks." She's never been a vapid person, but this body is still so new to her. It doesn't quite feel like hers.
He holds her patiently, carding her hair. "You are the world to me. You've given me a perfect daughter, and more happiness than I ever thought possible. Let me show you how beautiful you are, how loved." His hands rest at the hem of her shirt.
Ro nods, leaning up so he can slip the fabric over her head. Waiting expectantly as his eyes rake over her body, tense with nerves.
"I'm a lucky bastard," He purrs, greedily running his hands over her.
"You have to say that." She purses her lips. "You wanna get laid."
Draco silences her with a heady kiss, pressing his erection into her thigh. "Does it feel like I'm trying to spare your feelings?" He asks, rutting against her longingly, "put me out of my misery, will you?" Draco hooks his thumbs beneath her panties, tugging them down her legs.
She rolls her hips over his, so she's on top. Rosanna wastes no more time 'hopping back on the horse.'
Draco grunts, feeling her walls envelope his cock. "Fucking hell." So god damn sweet on him. His hands make a beeline for her breasts, rolling sensitive nipples between his fingers.
"Didn't I just warn you? My tits are free milking agents." She frowns at him.
"If it feels good...I love you." Honestly, the man couldn't care less; so long as he's touching her. "What's a little milk between mates?"
"Oh, so we're friends now?" Rosanna cocks her head to the side.
Draco beams, "yes. As a matter of fact, you're my best friend."
"You sure it's not gonna weird you out?" She's quite pouty and adorable as she looks down at him with glossy brown eyes.
"If I was put off by your being 'weird', I'd have run a long time ago." He pulls her into a sloppy, open mouthed, kiss.
"Love you," she sighs against his lips, tentatively placing his hands back at her breasts.
He swipes his thumb over her nipple; pretty, pink and hard from his touch. He loves her breasts, loves to feel them filling his palms, pressing against his chest.
He helps guide her hips to a punishing pace. Her mouth finds its way to his neck, sucking love bites into his pristine skin. He meets her thrust for thrust, feeling her pussy flutter.
She pulls back, supporting herself on her elbows at either side of his head.
He traces her swollen lips with his thumb. The pad catching against her teeth as she cums loudly, a smile playing at her lips.
Draco takes the opportunity to roll atop her, "you're not getting off that easily," he remarks, not nearly finished.
"Actually I got off very easy," she grins, attempting to catch her breath. Warm chocolate eyes shining brightly.
Draco adores her eyes, "it won't be so easy next time. Perhaps you'll beg. You're pretty when you beg."
A month later, things have begun to settle. Just in time for Draco to be served with papers to stand trial. He's not alone, Lucius and Narcissa are facing their own legal troubles.
"It'll be in the papers by morning. You should be aware of the charges. You'll likely be summoned by the ministry, to testify against me-"
"Against you?" Surely Rosanna's heard him wrong.
He can't look at her as he hands the document over.
She skims it, 'unwarranted underage magic, use of memory altering charms, providing unauthorized access to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, attempted murder of Albus Dumbledore, abduction by means of the imperius curse, false imprisonment by means of the imperius curse, sexual intercourse resulting in conception and full term gestation by means of the imperius curse."
"The trace?" Rosanna clears her throat, taking a seat aside of him on the loveseat. That's the only way anyone, outside their immediate family, would know about this.
"It's said to automatically break at age seventeen. Most, if not all of this, took place last year." He replies tiredly.
"You have a month before the court proceedings. If we start building your case now-"
"I've done all the things I'm accused of." Draco cuts her off.
"Yes, but I think the reason why is equally important. We were trying to stop Voldemort." She reminds him.
"There's no we Rosanna, I did this!" Draco roars in frustration. "I took your memories, I made you leave Hogwarts. I held you here, I had sex with you; on many occasions without your true consent. You convinced, and carried our daughter for five months without choice. I deserve to rot in Azkaban for what I did to you alone. To hell with the rest."
"It was my idea. Everything you did, was for me." Her heart shatters.
The corner of his mouth twitches, "does it then follow, that my actions are any less deplorable? What I've done to you is unforgivable."
"No, it's not." She takes his hands with conviction. "I'm sorry that you were alone, if I could go back and change it all I would. We were trying to do the right thing. I never meant for you get hurt."
The court room is silent after Rosanna gives her testimony. Draco can't bring himself to look at her.
"Rosanna McVay, are you telling the officers of this court; that you requested Mr. Malfoy place you under the imperius curse?" Kingsley Shacklebolt, newly elected minister for magic, asks.
"Yes." She nods, blonde hair held over one shoulder, with a lavish diamond barrette. Draco had given it to her, something to pass down to Leo...just in case.
"And all that transpired while under this curse, was therefore consensual." He continues, jotting down some notes.
"Yes." Another tight nod.
"You've also stated that you were not released from said curse by Draco Malfoy, but instead broke free of your own will." Kingsley wants everyone in the courtroom to be on the same page, before she steps down.
"Correct." Rosanna twists the engagement ring around her finger, attempting to steady herself.
"What say you to claims of attempted murder?" A woman from the jury asks.
Rosanna clears her throat. "I say disarming someone is a far cry from murder."
"And the vanishing cabinet?" Another man, in robes, inquires.
"Draco was driven by forces far beyond his control. He made the best decisions he could, with the information he had." Rosanna replies.
"Is there anything else you'd like to say?" Shacklebolt wants to fix the ministry, everyone suspected of war crimes must be tried. But if they are not guilty, he's not hungry for conviction.
"Sacrificing everything in a desperate attempt to stop Voldemort from rising to power, doesn't make Draco a criminal. It makes him a hero." Rosanna says, hearing hushed whispers erupt in the jury. "At the very least, a prisoner of war."
For simple trials, the officers of the court vote on scene, by a show of hands. This particular case requires more deliberation. Rosanna is asked to leave the room, Draco joins her in the waiting area just outside. He's hunched forward slightly, staring down at his shoes in his perfectly tailored suit.
Rosanna is wearing a similarly colored knee length dress. Her black suede heels click against the marble floor. Without a word she takes a seat on the bench, pulling him into her arms.
Stroking his hair claims his nerves marginally, she feels him relax into her.
"No matter what happens, I'm with you." She assures him. "I love you, we'll make this right. I'll never stop fighting for you."
"No," he pulls back, holding her face in his hands. "If I get sentenced to Azkaban, you have to let me go. Swear to me." Draco insists, his blue eyes shining with tears.
"I can't."
"You deserve a life. You deserve happiness and someone who can be there for you. You saw what the dementors did to my father, he was never himself, even after he left that place. I don't want you to see me like that. I don't want Leo to see me." He breaks off to collect himself. "You tell her that I love her, everyday. Tell her that I wanted to be there. Tell her that I'm sorry."
"You can tell her yourself." Rosanna replies fiercely. Before kissing him, attempting, for the first time to push her memories into his mind.
It must work, because when they break apart, he looks astonished at her feelings for him. He is at peace, in this moment with her.
"If you ever start to lose yourself, remember this, remember me. Remember that I love you, and that I'll never stop." Ro wishes she could offer him more than that.
"This case...has been difficult to navigate. The testimony we have heard, is unprecedented by any other." The minister explains, coolly. "For reasons of: Draco Malfoy's age at the time of his actions, extenuating circumstance, and the unwillingness of the only surviving victim to press charges...the jurors of this court hereby clear Draco Malfoy of all charges."
Draco is still in shock, frozen in the center of the courtroom. He can hear Rosanna's voice at his ear, as she wraps her arms around his neck, with such force he stumbles backwards. His shaky hands find their way to her, fisting in the material at the back of her black dress. Pressing her closer to him, knowing he'll never let go.