Disclaimer: I am J.K. Rowling! Muhahahahaha ~sees a white van pull up in front of her house~ ok ok No I'm not. I'm just a lowly fan who loves Harry Potter. Don't take me back there!
A/N: Sorry about the bout of insanity there. I've discovered my muse again, say hi Tom.
Tom Riddle: Hi everyone and mudbloods. ~Smacks~
Me: Shut up! ~Tom walks off with his head facing the floor~ Oh, Tom come on you know I can't hate my muse! ~runs off after him~
(Chorus)
If I wasn't a celebrity
Would you be so nice to me
If I didn't have cheese like every day
Would you still wanna be with me
If I couldn't buy you diamond rings
And all those expensive things
Would you be so into me
If I wasn't a celebrity
Lately I've been doing a little thinking 'bout the things that satisfy you
It's making me wonder 'bout the things that you see in me
I hate the way you like to say your man's a celebrity
Baby what's the deal, I thought you wanted me for me
You gotta say what you mean
You gotta mean what you say
'Cause you keep pushing me away
'Cause I ain't got no time to play, so I say
Chorus-repeat
Celebrity, celebrity, celebrity, celebrity
I'm glad that you are having a good time livin' the life that I've laid out for me
Constantly splurging, spending my money on everything you see
It would be different if you had something
Maybe like a J-O-B
You need to get your thing together, yeah
You gotta stop runnin' games, sayin'
It ain't about my fame
'Cause you know if things weren't this way
You'd be gone a long time ago, so I say
Chorus-repeat
If you really loved me, you'd try and show me that it ain't even about my name
But you try to use me, you lie to fool me
So it can never be the same
So now I'm leaving you behind
I've found somebody who can love me for me
And that's all I need, yeah
Celebrity, celebrity, celebrity, celebrity
Chorus-repeat-Celebrity (*NSYNC)
Celebrity
Harry's pov
Harry Potter sat up in his bed as he read the Daily Prophet. He sneered inwardly as he read about the search mission going on to find The Boy Who Lived To Defeat The Dark Lord. It was being head by the Minister Arthur Weasley. While Harry was glad to see that the man that was more of a father to him than anyone else, except for Sirius Black who tended to be more of a friend than a father figure, finally get the recognition that he deserved; Harry wished that they would all just forget about him. He didn't want to be looked for, he hadn't wanted the fame when he entered the wizarding world at the age of eleven, he defiantly didn't want it now that he was twenty-three. He had run away from his life for a reason and he didn't want to be pulled from the reclusive life he was living now.
"Harry Potter sir," Dobby said, popping into his room. Harry pulled himself out of his thoughts to look at the loyal elf.
"Yes Dobby?" he asked.
"Master Draco, Mistress Hermione, Miss Lily and Mister Rolf are here to see you sir," Dobby said. Harry smiled, it always cheered him up to see Draco and Hermione and their kids.
"Tell them I'll be down in a few minutes. While I don't think that Hermione would mind me walking down in my boxers, I'm afraid that Draco would hex me from here to London and back." Harry got out of the bed and he walked into his bathroom. He sometimes still marveled at the fact that Draco Malfoy was content in the muggle world. Of course being married to Hermione probably helped things. And their children Lily and Rolf were an intresting mix of wizard and muggle. They had the arrogance of the Malfoy's and the knowledge of any muggle child. Harry loved babysitting them because both of the children were accomplished fliers; apparently a skill gained from the private Quidditch pitch at the Malfoy Manor. A pitch that Harry had become very familiar with during the five years he lived there.
No, Harry thought. I will not let my day be ruined by thinking of him. Harry ran a comb through his hair, less messy than it had been during school. Lucius had had a fascination with his hair, Harry remembered, so when he retreated into the muggle world, Harry had learned to make it behave.
Harry heard the door open and since he knew the house elf's penchant for just popping into the room, he knew exactly who it was. He waited for the sound of feet and he wasn't disappointed. "One…two…three…" he counted to himself.
"BOO!" shouted a young voice at Harry's back. Harry pretended to be scared and he jumped slightly. He had to hide a smile as he turned around to see a young woman with red hair holding a small boy with messy black hair and silver eyes. The boy looked up at Harry from behind round-rimmed glasses.
"Luke! I didn't know it was you, I thought a ghost had come into the home and decided to scare me!" he cried, faking shock.
Luke giggled. "Silly Dada," he said. Harry took the one year old out of Tracy Weasley's arms.
"Thank you Tracy. If you hurry home now, you'll be able to catch Bill before he leaves for work," he said, referring to her husband Bill Weasley, Arthur and Molly's eldest son. Tracy smiled at the both of them then she hurried out of the room.
"See you tomorrow Harry," she called. Harry and Luke covered Luke's ears as Tracy Apparated out of the house. The loud pop always scared the boy so both learned to cover his ears.
"Hey wanna go play with Rolf and Lily?" Harry asked the boy as he began to walk down the stairs heading for the living room. Luke started bouncing up and down in Harry's arms. "I take that as a yes," Harry laughed. The two continued down the stairs with Harry listening to Luke's chattering. As they reached the last step two small figures jumped out of the shadows, surprising Harry. If it wasn't for his Seeker reflexes, Harry was sure that the two Potters would have taken a tumble down the stairs.
"Lily! Rolf! How could you do such a thing? Harry and Luke could have fallen down the stairs!" screeched a voice Harry knew almost as well as his own.
"Easy up Herm," smirked a blonde man, leaning against the doorjamb. Hermione flushed and she smiled slightly.
"Sorry kids. Just don't do that while Harry's walking down the stairs. And especially with Luke in his arms. It's just not a good idea," she said, winding down from her rant.
"And there's the Hermione we all know and love. For a second you sounded like Molly," Harry said, smiling at the brunette.
"Oh now that's an insult if I've ever heard one," smirked Draco, ignoring the snorts from both Harry and Hermione. "Calling my wife the weasel's mother. Oh the horror!" he said dramatically. Harry rolled his eyes, he knew for a fact that Draco got along better with Molly Weasley than he had with his own mother. Of course Harry couldn't blame him, having a mother like Narcissa Malfoy. It made Harry want to shudder, Narcissa made Petunia look like…like…Molly. Harry chuckled to himself. He walked down the last couple steps and when he reached the bottom he put Luke down and the boy toddled off to play with the twins.
"So what do I owe the pleasure of having you visit me?" Harry asked, heading in the living room. On the coffee table sat a tray with tea and cookies on it.
"Can't we just visit our best friend?" Hermione asked, moving to sit on the couch while Harry sat in a chair across from her. Draco sat next to his wife on the couch.
"Why do I get the feeling this is going to be another 'come home' conversation?" Harry asked dryly. Draco and Hermione laughed softly.
"Because you know us too well," Draco said, settling back comfortably.
"Well I'll head you off this time. I'm not going back. I like my life here. No one knows me as anything but Harry. Not The Boy Who Bloody Lived After Facing A Maniac. Besides I do plan to reenter our world. When Luke goes to Hogwarts, but not before then. Ok?" he asked.
"What about his father? Are you going to tell him about Luke?" Hermione asked hesitantly. Harry shook his head. "Oh Harry why not?"
"Because he wasn't in the relationship for me, but for my fame. Every time he introduced me to someone it was always as Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived. As if the entire wizarding world doesn't know my name already. He seemed to bask in the attention that I got. And every time that I wasn't getting much attention, he always drew the attention back to me. And I hate the fame I get, I never asked for it. I always wanted to be forgotten." Hermione and Draco exchanged looks; they nodded understanding it.
"Ok Harry. We won't tell him. We'll try and keep the kids from mentioning something about Luke. But they love you Harry so they may not be able to not talk about you," Draco said.
Harry nodded. "I understand. Just try and keep them from mentioning my son to him. Very few wizards know about Luke and that's the way I want for now. If they knew about him, and especially about the fact that I carried him, it would disrupt our lives. And I want him to grow up loved and completely ignorant about the fact that his father is The Boy Who Lived. Ok?" Harry asked. Again the Malfoy's nodded.
A hoot interrupted their talk as Draco's eagle owl swooped into the room and delivered a letter to Draco. Draco looked at Harry in apology as he opened the letter. His jaw dropped as he read it. "How in the-?" he asked. He passed it to Hermione who read it and her jaw dropped as well.
"Oh my," she said. Harry looked at them in confusion.
"What? What's wrong?" he asked.
"This letter is from Blinkin. She said that Father has gotten out of bed finally and has gone to work for the first time since…" Draco trailed off.
"Lucius was ill?" Harry asked tightly.
"Extremely depressed. Since you left, he hasn't gotten out of bed except when Blinkin has made him," Hermione told him. Harry looked slightly guilty. "Harry there's been something I've been meaning to ask for a while now. Did you tell Lucius that you were leaving?" she asked. The look on Harry's face answered her question. "Oh Harry why not?" she asked.
"Because Lucius knew his hold on me. All he would have had to do was ask me not to leave and I would have stayed because he asked me too. I just couldn't bear to have that happen so I left when he was at work," Harry said.
"You idiot!" snapped Draco. The other two looked at Draco in surprise. "I'm guessing you never talked to Father about that feeling of meaning nothing to him did you?" he asked. Harry shook his head. "I thought not. Harry my father has been in bed for two years because the pain of you leaving him has never left him. He loved you more than life itself. You remember how meticulous he was about his appearance don't you?" Draco asked. Harry nodded. "Well his hair can rival Severus' while Hogwarts is in session. He's hardly gotten out of bed and it's because of missing you." Draco said, getting up and Apparating out of the house. Harry looked at Hermione, shaken.
"I…I…I can't face him Herm," Harry said. Hermione nodded.
"I know Harry. I won't ask you to face him before you're ready. But I better go calm down my husband. In this state he could hurt someone. Bye," she said, getting up. She collected her children and she Apparated back to the Malfoy family home. Luke toddled up to his dad and he looked up at him with eyes that reminded Harry so much of his father.
Harry picked Luke up and he hugged him tightly. "Oh Luke, is Hermione right? Should I tell Lucius about you?" he asked. Harry looked up when he felt Luke's hand on his cheek.
"Wove you Dada," Luke said in his sweet baby voice. Harry broke down at that moment, crying into his son's shoulder, hugging him tight.
"I love you too son. And I promise you that you'll never feel the loss of your father. I swear to you you'll never feel the way I did growing up. After all son, you're a Malfoy and a Malfoy deserves the best," Harry vowed.
No one predicted that it would be twelve years after Harry had left Lucius that the two would meet again…
2nd A/N: So what do you think??? And see, Draco as promised. This story should make my friend happy, she's a solid Hermione/Draco fan. Personally I like Draco/Harry but to each their own. Review please!