Chapter 4
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"Well, I'm off to work," Draco announced proudly as he stood at the door, clad in his professional black robes, his blonde hair slicked back and unmovable, and a small dragon-hide suitcase of his necessary teaching supplies. Finally, the day had come a month later for him to take the position as Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. He smiled softly and shrugged his shoulders before his husband embraced him tightly.
Harry placed his lips beside Draco's ear. "How do I do this?" His tenor voice was slightly shaky as he soaked in the warmth of his soulmate.
Chuckling, Draco slowly pulled out of the embrace and placed his palm against Harry's left cheek, his fingertips grazing over the tan skin of Harry's face. "Give him anything he wants."
"But that'll spoil him?" Harry questioned, his left eyebrow perked, as he nuzzled against Draco's hand.
"It will," Draco noted, "but send him to Grandfather Snape for a day and that boy will be whipped into shape." His azure eyes twinkled mischievously as leaned forward and kissed his lover goodbye. But, before he could leave, Evan had slid down the railing of the stairs and bounded to the front door.
"Daddy Draco!" Evan cried as he ran into his father's arms. "Where you going?"
"I have to go to work," Draco spoke calmly and reluctantly pulled his child from his arms. "You will be staying with Daddy Harry for a while." This seemed to be alright with the boy as a tiny smile crossed his lips and he looked up to his other father for acknowledgment.
Harry nodded quickly and crossed his arms, smiling down at his son. "That's right. You're with me."
"But, Daddy Draco?" Evan inquired, his arms crossed over his chest as well, "Can Daddy Harry make spegti o's?" He didn't like the laughing his fathers did and smirked before stalking away and pouting on the nearest sofa.
"Well, then, I'll see you tonight." Harry placed his hands into his sweatpants pockets and rocked back and forth on his heels.
"Yea, tonight." Draco placed one last kiss on his husband's frowning lips before stepping out onto the lawn to apparate to Hogwarts.
As Draco disappeared into the air, Harry slipped the door closed and leaned against it, the back of his shoulders supporting his weight. His hands found their way into his pants' pockets again. It was odd how very recently they were becoming tighter than usual. After a few deep breaths of coming to terms that he was no longer working and staying at home, he pushed off the door with his right foot and collapsed onto the couch beside his still pouting son. Neither one of them chanced to look at each other or dared to speak first. An almost entire hour was spent sitting and breathing on the couch until Evan's stomach growled.
"Daddy Draco isn't here to fix my pancakes with chocolate chips," he exclaimed angrily and tightened the interlocking of his small arms over his chest.
Harry huffed and yanked his left hand from his pocket to massage his temple. "That's right. He isn't," he answered back, just as irritably.
Eventually, someone made a noise again. This time it was Evan with tears beginning to drift down his scrunched face as he fought to hold them in. "Well," he choked, "who's gonna make my breakfast?"
Harry turned to look at his heartbroken child and tears escaped his own eyes. "I'm sorry," he mumbled as he lifted Evan from the cushion and placed the boy on his lap to envelop him with his strong arms. "I didn't mean to upset you," Harry whispered against his son's head and cried harder as he felt that familiar dark tousled hair against his cheek. "I love you," he sobbed, "I really do."
Evan cuddled further into his father's embrace and dried his tears on the gray t-shirt his head lay on. "I know, daddy."
"I'm sorry that I've rarely been home. It's just that I work so hard, you know," Harry murmured into that ruffled hair. "Do you believe me?" He felt Evan nod his small head against his chest and sighed with relief.
As soon as Harry's grip loosened, Evan sat back and wiped his face. "Can I have breakfast?" He pleaded with Harry using those Malfoy eyes.
Harry chuckled. "Of course." With a cheerful yell from Evan, Harry stood from the couch, rubbed his lower back and prompted to attempt making chocolate chip pancakes.
Meanwhile, at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, fourth year Gryffidor and Slytherin students filed into the dark and dreary Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, chatting away, unaware of their new professor.
Suddenly, a cloud of smoke darkened the room further and as it cleared, an image of a figure could be made out in the front of the classroom. The students coughed and waved their hands to move the smoke and soon recognized the poised figure of a blonde-haired aristocrat atop the teachers desk.
"Welcome, to Defense Against the Dark Arts with your new Professor, me," Draco drawled as the smoke finally cleared, allowing him to see the shocked expressions on each and every student's face. "Insolence will not be tolerated. Some say, I can be almost as worse as your Potion's Professor and my step-father."
The students gasped and clutched their quills. One poor boy accidently broke his in half.
Draco sneered and leapt off the table and began pacing up and down the rows of students. "I am Professor Malfoy. Any questions?"
Oddly, one brave dark-haired Gryffindor in the back spoke without raising his hand. "You married Potter didn't you?"
The students gasped again, some girls cooing and giggling while some boys gagged.
"I did. Your point?" Draco sternly asked.
"And you had his kid, too." The boy smirked and crossed his arms over his chest.
Once again, the students made all sorts of noises and watched as Professor Malfoy stalked to the back of room, pulled his wand from his robe and pointed it at the boy.
"I did and my business is none of your concern. If you must know so badly, then I'll tell you." The wand neared the boy further. "I loved that boy more than my life itself and he loved me. I do hope one day that someone will love you with the same amount; otherwise, you'll live a sad and sorry life."
The girls cooed once again as Professor Malfoy shoved his wand back into his pocket. "Twenty points from Gryffindor. Now, onto today's lesson!"
"Daddy Harry," Evan repeated as he pulled on his father's pants' leg. "That's not how Daddy Draco's spegti o's smell."
"I know, Evan," Harry sighed as he fell into a kitchen chair and wiped sweat from his forehead. He heard his son's stomach grumble along with his own. "You know," he looked over at Evan and pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. "Let's go out and eat."
"Okay!" Evan agreed happily and ran up the stairs to put on a handsome robe to go out in public with, just like his Daddy Draco had taught him.
Over at Malfoy Manor, Narcissa Snape was in her casual dress, a bandana on her head, and huddled in the corner of her closet searching. It seemed like forever since she had cleaned. Most of her house elves had been set free after Lucius' imprisonment, but several insisted on remaining at the manor for mostly food preparation. Now, her former husband was on the run again. If he were to know his elves had been freed or worse, to know his wife had remarried, the consequences would be severe.
She shuddered over her dark thoughts and continued to pull item after item from her box, gently placing them on the carpet beside her. Strangely, she came to a familiar case and let her fingers drift over the outside. Nonchalantly, she threw the box to the side, not knowing that her wand was not inside.
Harry stood in his mirror, clad in sleepwear again, the biggest pair of black sweatpants he owned and an extra-large t-shirt with a Chudly Cannons logo on the back. He heard the front door open and close, Evan running full-speed to greet his father and that familiar voice with a not-so-familiar call.
"Harry, I'm home, baby." Draco dropped his bag beside the door and scooped his son up into a hug. "Did you miss me?"
"I did, Daddy!" Evan wrapped his arms around his father's neck and kissed the pale cheek softly before being set back down on the floor.
"Harry!" Draco called again, shedding his robe and throwing it over the back of the sofa.
"Up here, Draco!" Harry responded and took a deep breath, awaiting Draco's entrance into the bedroom. He got one more deep breath in before his husband bounded into the room and placed a tender kiss on his lips. Slowly, Harry took Draco's hands and led him to the full body mirror. "I've got something to show you."
"Well?" Draco inquired hastily.
"Come, stand behind me." Harry allowed Draco to stand behind him, but then he turned to the side and lifted his shirt, revealing a small bulge in his stomach. He turned his head towards Draco and stifled the tears building behind his eyes. "I noticed it this morning after my normal pants became rather tight."
"Oh my Merlin," Draco mumbled as he reached out and placed a hand over the swell. "But, Harry, you're only two months along!"
"I know." Harry bit his lip as Draco moved his hand soothingly over the taunt skin. "I think we're having more than one."
Draco darted his eyes to Harry's swiftly and couldn't look away. "You really think so?" his voice cracked.
"Yea," Harry exhaled as he let his shirt slip back over his stomach and his husband pulled him close. "Can you believe it, Draco?"
"I don't know what to say," Draco responded as he held Harry tight and spilled tears of joy.