A/N: Everything important is in chapter one, because I'm too lazy to type it out again.

Harry said his last good-byes to Ron, Hermione and Ginny, after making plans to go out with his friends later that night. He was on his way back to the Hospital when he saw Draco sitting at a table, by himself in front of a coffee shop, with a newspaper in one hand as he drank his coffee with the other. Before Harry knew what he was doing he was standing in front of the other man, hands buried deep in his pockets, "What in the hell are you doing here?"

The blond man swallowed his scalding drink and glanced up, then looked back at the paper while he spoke, "It's a coffee shop Potter and I'm having a cup and catching up on news."

"I thought I told you I never wanted to see you again!" Harry hissed.

"I had to take my son to the station, just like you had to take yours. I didn't plan on seeing you there, but these things just happen," he said turning the page.

Harry grabbed the paper out of Draco's hands, "Get the hell out of my sight."

"You know you didn't have to come over here," the blond said looking right at him, "I watched you walk from across the street. You're the one that started it this time."

"You could have left!"

"And have you accuse me of running away? Again? I think not Potter," Draco glanced at the paper clutched in the raven haired man's hand, "Is there something else you wanted, because if not, I would like to continue reading my newspaper."

Harry's eyes began to tear, "You're still a bastard Draco! You are cold and emotionless to the core!"

Draco turned his silver eyes up at Harry, "That was the way it had to be. I told you I would come back for you after the war. It was you that couldn't wait for me. You had taken her by the time I had come back. My mask of cold and no emotion is the only thing that keeps me sustained now Potter. The life I have to live is no better then the one you have to." His one of his eyes squeezed out a half-formed tear, that was quickly brushed away, "I am truly sorry about the wife you chose to replace me…us…what we had…"

"You want her dead. Don't say you care, you bastard, because you don't!" Harry whispered harshly.

"I don't want you to hurt! Isn't that enough?!" Draco got to his feet, grabbing his dragon-head cane, "Of course it's not enough! Nothing I felt for you was ever enough." He started off down the sidewalk, and went into the first alleyway.

Harry was only a few steps behind him, "I waited three years Malfoy!"

"I waited four! Four damn long years to find out you'd giving up somewhere along the way. I almost killed myself when I saw you, holding your pregnant wife, whilst sitting in the garden of you house, drinking iced-tea in the afternoon sun like some American muggle!"

"What?! You were at my house?!" Harry yelled angrily.

"It was the first place I went when I came back. Even though my mother was dieing, I went to you first, so you could be with me when I went to see her. To be with her as her life drained was away from the same disease that just happens to be taking your wife at this very moment."

The raven haired man glared at him, "Why didn't you come over then? I never saw you."

"I would have killed her Potter. Her and…unborn Christopher Harold Potter, you know that. I loved you," another tear ran down Draco's cheek, only this one he didn't bother to wipe off.

"If you loved me, then why wouldn't you take me with you?" Harry spat out, "Why were you the only one that got to run and hide like a coward?"

Draco's eyes darkened, "You had to stay here and kill him. I had to run because my father wanted me to be a Death Eater, and I told you I couldn't do that, not even to be a spy for you."

"You didn't want to mare your perfect skin!"

"With the mark of the one who killed friends of yours and mine, of who was your enemy and mine! I didn't want to be made to fight you! If I would have stayed they would have taken me and used me against you to help kill you or draw your attention. Damn it Harry you know that!"

Harry was shaking now, "The marks all faded after he died. You would have had no mare."

"Not on my skin maybe. Just hex burns like you have now, and enough dark memories to last me ten life-times or more," Draco's face softened, "The mark didn't fade on those that died. I did the best I could at the time, and I'm sorry if that was wrong. I'm not strong like you. I would have gone insane."

"Do you think I'm much better?" Harry sobbed out finally, "First all the visions, and then the real thing before my very eyes. Then no one could find you. I thought you were dead too!"

Realization hit Draco. He'd stayed hidden a year after the war, so he couldn't be called a traitor, by either side, and in that time he hadn't even bothered to send even a small note to his lover to tell him he was alright.

The blond haired man came forward and wrapped his arms around Harry, "God I'm sorry! I didn't know!"

Harry quickly squeezed him back, crying into this shoulder, "I would have waited! A note, a memo! Anything! It almost killed me to think you were dead! I was so close to doing it, so close."

"Shh…I'm sorry Harry. I should have written. You had no choice," the heir whispered, cupping the back of the emerald eyed man's head.

"She stopped me…you know," Harry whispered between his shuddering breaths, and choked sobs, "Victoria saved me. I don't love her like I should. I don't think about her when we're…"

Draco pulled back just enough to kiss the side of Harry's mouth softly, "How do you think I managed to have two children with that creature that calls itself my wife?"

Harry ignored what the blond said and watched his mouth, "This is so wrong…"

"Yet it feels so right…I know, I kn-"

The once seeker pressed his mouth desperately to the other man's, who yielded and allowed himself to be backed into on of the dirty walls moaning. Both men's hands frantically wandered over each other's bodies, touching, remembering.

Draco pulled away after a few minutes breathless, "Harry…we can't do this…"

"We are," he said breathily, as his hands slid down and cupped the blond man's ass, pulling them together, "I need you."

Leaning his head on Harry's shoulder he let himself succumb to the feeling of his lost lover kneading his ass and grinding their hips together. The friction, the heat,…oh god- "Potter! Stop!" Draco yelled pulling fully away, panting, "We can't do this!"

Harry was gagging on his air trying to fight back his sobs, "Dragon…please…"

"We can't do this," the heir said again, "At least not right now and not here of all places."

"You mean," he asked quaking.

"Yes, God, I can't live without you! But my son needs me-"

"Your son is on the train to Hogwarts," Harry said coming to him again.

Draco backed away a little, but not enough to hurt his beloved's feelings again, "My other son. Pansy treats him like he's a house elf, and keeps him hidden away in his room. I don't think she's touched him, but to beat him for the last two and a half years of his 4 year life."

Harry swallowed, his need leveling off, "And you stay married to that?!"

"Not for long, I assure you," Draco said glaring past Harry. He shook his head after a moment of silence and turned back to meet Harry's eyes, "Where are your daughters?"

"With their…mom at the Wizarding hospital," he looked away, "I guess I better be getting back. She'll worry if I'm very late."

Draco looked at Harry longingly before nodding, "She loves you then?"

"Yes," Harry said closing his eyes in emotional pain, "She knows I don't love her though. She knew that when she asked me to marry her, I would never love her back on the same level. She gave up a good life for me. To keep the Savior of the Wizarding world alive."

Giving into his urges, Draco went to Harry and kissed him again, "And I am glad."

Harry shivered, at the pleasurable feeling he got, his longing coming back in full force, "Promise me we will meet again…soon. Please Dragon….Please!"

Draco was shivering too, "Tomorrow!"

"Where?" Harry asked, begging. He let his hands caress the heir's face and neck, while he looked longingly into his grey stormy eyes.

"Do you remember that cabin…on the lake…that I took you to once?" Draco asked panting again, "Where we watched the sunrise?"

Harry could only nod swallowing hard, trying not to loose himself. His finger tips brushed over Draco's lips, and were kissed softly, leaving them warm and damp.

"Be there as soon as you can. I will wait there for you," Draco kissed him one last time on the lips before he backed away and was gone with a loud pop.

The raven haired man groaned, leaning up against the wall, trying to calm himself. If anyone saw him now he'd be sure to get everyone's attention, especially with the erection he was sporting and the slight dampness in his dark brown dress slacks he wore under his robes. He hadn't been this turned on since he was 15.

After ten minutes of replaying some gross images in his head, and a few mumbled cleaning spells and concealment charms for his face, he left the alleyway and hurried to the hospital.

Weber laughed aloud as Chris told him more about his family, mostly his father, who was the perfect citizen in everyone's mind.

Sandy finally got to her feet, "I'm going to find someone to talk to since you two seem to have more then enough fun by yourselves!" She glared at Chris who only raised both eyebrows in mock challenge as she stormed out of the compartment.

"I do believe you've made her mad," Weber chuckled.

Chris snorted, breaking out into a smirking smile, "Serves her right. I don't even believe I like girls, yet she seems to think we're going to get married or something like that."

"You don't like girls?" Weber asked surprised.

Chris smirked at him, "I don't know for sure really. She's the only one I've known that was my age and I know I don't like her like that."

"So you like other boys?" the Malfoy asked smirking evilly.

"I didn't say that either Web. I just know that, that one is annoying," Chris leaned back smirking as well.

"My father says that there's nothing wrong with gay and bisexual people," Weber said matter-of-factly.

"The great Harry Potter has said nothing on the matter, of course then again he's said nothing about your father either."

Weber shrugged, "I'm telling you. They were enemies. I brought my father's old year book with me, but it's in my trunk. I'll have to show you sometime. There are at least two places where their different pictures are always fighting."

Chris nodded, "That would be easier if we were in the same house."

"I honestly don't know where I'm going. Of course I could be lucky and because my name is Malfoy I'll just get put in Slytherin. Father said that hat didn't even touch his head and that's where he was put…What house do you want to be in?"

"Ravenclaw or Slytherin is fine with me. I guess Hufflepuff wouldn't be that bad, but I don't want to be in Gryffindor! I'll rip the Sorting Hat to shreds if it even thinks about putting me in the same house as my father."

"Keep thinking thoughts like that and the hat will put you in Slytherin."

"Anything from the cart dears?"

Weber jumped up and bought at least one of everything, and sometimes 3 or 4 of each candy and goodie from the cart, "You want anything Chris?"

"No. I hate candy," he said turning to glare out the window, crossing his arms over his chest.

The woman with the cart frowned, obviously recognizing Chris, or thinking he was a bad tempered double of Harry Potter when he was younger. She sighed softly before closing the compartment door and going on to feed the rest of the starving children.

Weber flopped back down in his seat and started to eat his treats gracefully.

Chris turned to look at him, watching him eat, "Are you always like that?"

After swallowing and wiping his mouth on a cloth, he'd pulled from somewhere, he answered, "Like what?"

"It's like you have a system for everything. You're a pure blood aren't you? And a rich one at that," Chris said as it dawned on him. He'd always wanted to have tons of money to use on any whim he had, and since he didn't have it, he took to acting like he did.

"You're starting to sound like my father."

Chris looked up sharply, "I am?"

"Oh yeah. If you start drawling a tone, you'd be just like him. Well except you need to be a white blond and have grayish silver eyes. You need to grow a little too, and you hair needs to be below your shoulders and tied back with an emerald green ribbon, but your attitude and your mask…perfect match."

"Mask?" Chris asked, questions floating around in his head. Was this why his father had always been so short tempered with him? Was this the reason his father got a surprised look on his face when he would say something especially snappish?

Weber met his eyes, "Emotional Mask. Hiding your real feelings from others?"

"Well that explains why my father hates me so much," Chris rolled his eyes.

"I was going to ask about that. You seem to hate him almost as much as I hate my mother," Weber took a bite out of a pastry, closing his eyes in enjoyment as he chewed and swallowed. "I love sugar."

Chris sighed, "I hate him because he dismisses me like I'm nothing. Even when I was the only child in the house, he'd brush me away with a quick gift dropped into my hands and a pat on my head. 'Why don't you go out and play?' 'Here why don't you go see if you can figure this thing out?' 'Hey 'topher! I got you something.' I didn't want gifts after a while. I wanted to have him teach me to ride my training broom, to play catch with the Yard Snitch, or to read me bedtime stories like Eric's and Seth's dad's did. They were only muggle children and their fathers spent more time with them!"

Weber had stopped eating his snack, and was frowning. He'd never realized that someone could want to spend so much time with a parent. Sure his father had made a point to train him to ride a broom and played with him a little, but he'd thought he father was being distant with him even then.

"I shouldn't have told you that," Chris said glaring out the window fiercely.

"No! I mean it's alright. I won't tell anyone else," Weber said softly, "You want to hear about my mother?"

Chris glanced over at him nodded stiffly.

"Father didn't want to marry her but he said that because of the war, he'd lost his chance with the other person he loved so he really had no choice if he wanted to see any of the Malfoy family money. Besides that the marriage had been decided before they were born."

"So if they'd been both boys or girls?" Chris snorted, still looking out the window.

Weber got uncomfortable, "They have charms and potions to make that not a problem to produce heirs."

"Now that's interesting. Why didn't I know that?"

"Because it's not done that often, and if it is only in complete secrecy until the child is born. There's a little bit of dark magic involved too. That's probably why you haven't heard about it, especially in your family."

Chris sighed, closing his eyes, "That does it. I'm going to be gay and have five kids!

Weber snorted, "You're kidding right?"

"No. I'd do anything to piss of the Great Harry Potter!"

Just then Sandy came back into the compartment, "You two better think about changing soon. We're going to be there before you know it."

"Good!" Chris said getting to his feet and pulling down his trunk, "Slytherin house here I come."

A/N: I hope that was as enjoyable for you as it was for me. Please don't forget to review. What am I talking about? I'm going to keep posting even if not a single person reviews! Why do I even bother???? Thanks!