Draco smirked softly as he walked up to the cabin's front door. From inside he could hear rock music being played, and hear things being moved around and put away. He put a hand on the doorknob and opened it slowly so he could see what was going on inside without alerting the other man.
Harry was dancing around, dressed in faded jeans and a tight, white sleeveless shirt, both of which were covered with brown dust, and on his head was a tan handkerchief, tucked in at the back. He was brandishing his wand sometimes like a sword, when he was casting a spell, as he half sung, half mouthed the words to the song, and other times he would us it as a microphone.
It wasn't until about five minutes later as he swung around a wooden column that supported the ceiling of a half wall, cutting of the kitchen from the rest of the house that he realized he had company.
"DRACO!"
"Don't stop on account of me," the blonde man said. He pulled away from the door frame he'd been leaning on, and closed the door softly.
Harry quickly shot a spell at the radio, turning it off, "What are…you doing here so early?"
Draco swaggered over to him, eyeing him like a starving man would eye an all you can eat buffet, "I was…coming…here to clean the place up a bit, but it seems like you were enjoying yourself more then I would have. What are you doing here so early, Mr. Potter?"
"Uh…" Harry forgot how to talk as the blonde man stopped inches away from him. His heart was beating so loud that he knew Draco could here it. He shivered, panting as he looked at Draco with hooded eyes.
A single pale hand rested on Harry's hip, "Did you miss me?"
Nodded he leaned into to kiss his dragon but the other pale hand stopped his lips, "Have you got to the bedroom yet?"
The raven haired boy kissed the pale fingers resting on his lips, "Are you kidding? It was the first place I did," he took Draco's middle finger into his mouth with his tongue.
Moaning Draco closed his eyes, the hand he had resting on Harry's hip slipped into the back pocket of Harry's jeans. He squeezed the dark haired boys ass, as he pulled them closer together, "Touch me Harry," he whispered, leaning in kissing on the slightly tanned neck of his lover.
"I plan to Dragon…"
Pansy cursed under her breath again, as she packed up her, and only her things as two Ministry men stood behind her and watched. She had already gotten in trouble with them twice because she tried to take something that wasn't hers and she was hexed on the spot. They, of course, had to remove the hex from her both times, as she was unable to move.
"You weren't suppose to come until tomorrow morning!"
"The Ministry figured the sooner the better in this case, Ms. Parkinson."
"What? Do you think I'd leave traps for my ex-husband, and kill all his house elves?!"
One of the men nodded, "There was that to take into consideration. You have caused enough hardship for Mr. Draco Malfoy."
She turned back to her packing trying to remember what things she still had, that were only hers and didn't in some way belong to her husband.
"I will need some money. I don't suppose he left you a vault key?" She asked stalling for time.
The two older men glared at her, before one of them spoke, "We already informed you, Ms. Parkinson, that you will be getting nothing out of this marriage that you didn't come here with. The Malfoy family money and manor, as well as the custody of the two boys has be solely awarded to Mr. Draco Malfoy. The Ministry of Magic will not award child abusers any settlement. If you are in need of some funds, I'm sure the Ministry will gladly help you find a job."
"A job?!" she hissed, "I am a pure-blooded witch! I haven't worked a day in my life on anything but school work. I have no working skills! I am a lady not some lowly house elf!"
"Are you done ma'am?" the other mad said in a bored tone. "We were instructed to drop you off that the Parkinson Mansion, since you have no where else to go."
Pansy glared at them both, but when neither of them melted, she grabbed her things and marched out the front door to the awaiting car.
She left her suitcase and trunk in a heap at the back of the car, before opening her own door and sliding into the back seat. After the two men loaded her things in the back of the car, they both got into the front and ignoring the woman completely.
When they finally reached the Parkinson Manor Pansy got out, and stormed up to the front door and knocked loudly. A house elf opened the door and squeaked in terror when he saw her, "Young Lady Mistress come in!"
"Get my father at once you little piece of shit!" she snarled at it.
It popped out of sight and a few moments later Mr. Parkinson was at the door looking at his daughter, "What in the name of Merlin are you doing here?"
"He divorced me!" she yelled as she pushed past him, retreating into the house.
The two men from the Ministry came inside with her things and set them down just inside the door. Without a word to her father, they turned around and headed back down the walk.
"You there!" Mr. Parkinson yelled, coming out of the manor, "What is the meaning of this?!"
"Your daughter was found guilty of severe child abuse and endangerment, and out of the kindness of his heart, Mr. Draco Malfoy only demanded that they be divorced and that she get nothing of his estate, and no contact with the children, rather than be giving the Kiss."
The man's face paled in shock, "Severe child abuse and endangerment?"
"Mr. Draco Malfoy was lucky enough to catch her on a recording sphere beating their 4 year old son while he was out. She also killed the house enough of the house elves that there was no one to take care of him, while Mr. Draco Malfoy was away. Edward Malfoy was almost starved to death, and was in a unhealthy state of unclean when he was found by Mr. Draco Malfoy himself. The boy was too frightened of his mother to say anything, about not being fed or cleaned, afraid that he might be beaten for talking."
The other man watched as his partner walked back down to the car, "Your daughter is very lucky that Mr. Draco Malfoy spared her. The court was in favor of the Kiss. Good day sir."
Mr. Parkinson turned around and went back into the house, slamming the door behind himself. He walked heavily through the manor until came to his daughter's old room and threw the door open, "You BEAT your 4 year old son?! You Merlin forsaken wench! I thought I taught you better!" he slapped her hard across the cheek, before grabbing her by the shoulders and throwing her down. "You may stay in this house but I never want to see you again, or you will regret it! You were ALWAYS a shame on this family's good name and this only proves it! You are a wretched worthless piece of SHIT!" With that he left, slamming the door to her bedroom.
Pansy laid curled in a ball on the floor, at the end of her bed in tears, shaking with fear, "I'm sorry daddy. I promise I'll do better, please don't yell. Don't hit me. I'm sorry daddy…"
After dinner, the Zabini's had a fire lit in the first floor living room, so they could sit together with their little guest, and listen to some quiet music. Blaise entertained Edward by telling him stories he remembered from when he was a boy, while his wife used her wand to create little images of the characters in the stories. They had done this until their listener started to yawn, and doze, missing out on parts of the lengthy tales.
By now, Blaise was smiling from his seat on the couch, next to his wife as they watched a drowsy blonde hair boy's head bob forward only to be pulled back quickly, as he fought to stay awake in the big comfy chair next to the end of their couch.
"I think it's time to go to bed," Nicole whispered, watching Edward finally snuggle up to the back of the chair, falling into a deep sleep.
Blaise took that as an unspoken request to put the boy to sleep himself, "Don't you want to help?"
"I'm afraid he'll wake up if he feels a…woman handling him," she looked sadly up at her husband. "I'd love to hold him while he sleeps."
Kissing her on the forehead he nodded, "And I'd love to watch you, but I bet you're right. How could she do that? It was hard enough to believe that Draco's father had beaten him, but this…child is nothing short of an angel."
Edward moaned and shifted, snorting out a breath of air. His face was a relaxed frown, and his blonde locks were falling down onto his face.
Without another word, Blaise got to his feet and picked the sleeping boy up, cuddling him into his chest.
"I'm not 'sleep," Edward said, rolling into Blaise's warm chest.
The man didn't say a word, as he carried him up the stairs, and opened the door to the boy's room. He laid him out on the bed and removed his clothes, slipping on the small pajamas on in their place. Maneuvering the boy around, he managed to slip him under the covers, tucking them in under his chin.
"Good night Edward," Blaise whispered kissing his forehead. Making sure to leave a night-light on so the boy could find the bathroom, or so he wasn't afraid of the dark.
When he made it out back into the hall, his wife was waiting by the door, "So?"
"Sleeping like a log," Blaise smiled, closing the door softly. "Let's get to bed so we can be up before the little sleeping prince. Being there when he wakes up, so he isn't confused, will help I think."
"You're going to make a wonderful father," Nicole whispered looking into her husband's eyes.
They kissed softy, before trailing off hand and hand to their bedroom.