"Father," Draco beamed respectfully at his father's presence. The
father/son vibe in the air made Harry smile. Even though everything that
had happened, Lucius loved his son more than anything.
"Draco," Lucius smiled proudly, hugging his son.
Harry stood awkwardly to the side. "Lucius," he greeted his father-in-law dryly. Lucius nodded then dropped his outdoor robes upon a house-elf and made his way out of the hall and into the sitting room. Lucius seemed to look at each of the elegant chairs with care and scepticism. Finally, he sat gracefully in the chair that Draco and Harry had just.warmed up.
Draco blushed furiously and Harry's ears turned pink as he looked away.
"Draco, a word," Lucius demanded, glaring coldly at Harry. Draco gave his father a please-don't look, Lucius's glare melted into a half sneer. "Please," he spat out, although Harry knew it was forced, Draco felt better.
Harry nodded and excused himself politely, making his way into the kitchen. He sat at the huge, expensive oak table and picked up a quill. He was about to put pen to parchment as he wondered, 'Would Skyler want to hear from her dad after so little time?' After much thought, Harry decided against it and wrote to somebody else instead:
Ron, Hello Ron, long time, huh? Hope you and Hermione are well, and your girl, she must be what eleven now? Same age as Skyler. Draco's well, as am I. Skyler's in Slytherin - to prove your point ten years ago. Sirius and Remus are good. How is your family? Give my congratulations to Ginny, Seamus is a great guy. Are your parents well? Fred and George good? How about Percy and Penelope and their twins?
Oh well, goodbye Ron. Harry.
Harry sighed. It was a terrible thing that had happened between he, Ron and Hermione. He didn't even regard Hermione in the street anymore, but he and Ron still kept forced details, both wishing to remain friends but both afraid of what their other-halves might say.
Harry looked at his watch and called Hedwig over. "Ron's office," he told her. He dare not send it to his house, where Hermione might find it.
Meanwhile, in the other room, Lucius and his son where in rapt discussion,
"But-but father, no, don't talk like that," Draco was pleading with his father, much like a little boy,
"Draco, it's a matter of fact. You're mother is dying, son," Lucius insisted as tears streamed down Draco's otherwise unbreakable façade.
"No," Draco choked as his father stood and wrapped his arms around his only son. "How long?" he sobbed against his father's silk robes. Lucius scowled, tears did not easily remove from silk.
"About a year, hence why we would like to have you and Skyler at the manor for Christmas," Lucius explained, growing more concerned about his stained robes by the second.
"And Harry," Draco insisted and Lucius merely nodded. Draco looked up into his father's icy eyes. "Don't you even care?" he asked his father, still resembling a small child.
"Your mother and I have an arrangement, son. I love her, she loves me, we adore you. You are my primary concern, I will deal with my feelings in my own way," Lucius stated flatly. "You must deal in yours, however. I am not best suited to comfort you, son," Lucius confessed, his tone the same. Draco nodded against his father's strong shoulder.
"Farewell, boy. I'll wait for your reply." Draco nodded and walked his father to the door. Lucius roughly grabbed his robes from a house-elf and swung them around his shoulders. Robes flapping around him in the wind, Lucius left Draco's home.
Draco stood there watching after him, his façade broken and his resolve crumbled. Harry, having heard the door shut, walked into the main hall just in time to catch his husband, who fell against him sobbing.
Harry didn't ask for an explanation, nor did he ask why Draco's father had left so abruptly, he merely picked his husband up with ease in his arms and carried him to the bedroom.
Draco cried against Harry for hours, until he fell asleep, grateful for Harry's patience and understanding.
When he was asleep, Harry pulled the covers up over his husband, tucked a pillow under his head and kissed his silvery hair. Before crawling into bed behind his husband, wrapping his arms around Draco's waist and eventually fell asleep himself.
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Before Harry and Draco knew what had happened, a month had flown by. Draco had repressed the news of his mother from Skyler, he had told Harry and they had decided together not to tell Skyler until the Christmas holidays. That way she could truly enjoy some time with her grandmother without the inevitable truth weighing heavily on her shoulders.
Draco walked into the kitchen happily, leaving his husband asleep in their bed. Draco sat down at the table with the breakfast and coffee that the house-elves had gotten him, the familiar thoughts running though his mind.
He knew what he wanted, he just didn't know if Harry wanted the same. Eventually, he walked into Skyler's bedroom and sat on her pink bed, looking around the empty room. Everywhere he looked, stuffed animals stared back at him, their eyes smiling.
Draco shivered. 'Creepy' he thought. He walked over to the silvery bowl on her top shelf and pulled it down. In it were Harry's and his own memories of Skyler's birth and life so far. It had been Harry's idea.
Draco sat on his daughters bed, the bowl on his knee. He gazed into it as memories spiralled to the surface, the first one being the day she was born. Draco was so absorbed in the memory, he failed to see Harry standing in the doorway, watching his every move.
Harry knew Draco wanted a son. It was what he'd always known. Although he loved Skyler as much as a father could, she would never compare to Draco having a little boy to carry on the Malfoy legend.
Harry wanted to suggest it but he didn't know if their friend would be willing to put herself through that again. Also, he didn't fully know whether he himself was ready for another child, he was just getting used to having Draco all to himself again.
Having decided he'd waited long enough, he coughed loudly and Draco tore his gaze away from the memory and smiled at Harry. He stood and put the bowl away before walking over to his husband and laying his face in the crook of his neck.
"Do you remember our first kiss?" Draco asked flatly. Harry nodded gently, unaware of where this was going.
"Wanna watch it?" Draco lifted his head and raised his eyebrow suggestively.
" 'Kay," Harry agreed, allowing himself to be pulled to his room and shoved on the bed as Draco took out their own silvery bowl.
Harry and Draco watched it with rapt fascination as the clear surface bubbled and swirled, until Harry saw himself and his friend Milaca sitting snuggled up on a sofa. Harry was talking to Sirius through the flames.
------------- Milaca had transferred to Hogwarts at the beginning of the fifth year. Around the same time Harry's friends had noticed a change about his personality. It was true, Harry had changed, no longer was he the golden holier-than-thou hero. His complete outlook towards life had changed.
Milaca and he had become friends, as Ron and Hermione started avoiding the two, and eventually stopped speaking to them altogether.
Harry was telling Sirius about his last Quiditch game. Sirius was listening with interest and Milaca was sleeping, curled up against Harry's warm body.
"And just as Malfoy was gonna grab the Snitch, it moved to get away and it just whizzed into my hand!" Harry concluded and Sirius cheered through the flames, his eyes falling on the blonde girl sleeping soundly against his godson.
"You two look happy," he smiled. "You remind me of James and Lily," he pondered aloud. Harry almost choked on his own spit; he had yet to tell Sirius that he was gay, but Sirius was defiantly not getting the hints Harry had been throwing at him for almost a year.
The door to the empty classroom moved and Sirius's face quickly disappeared. Harry fingered his wand through his robes and glared at the door.
In walked Draco Malfoy. Harry scowled at the Slytherin, who looked towards a sleeping Milaca.
"I need her," Draco hissed pointing to Milaca. Harry raised an eyebrow.
"You can't have her," he spat back.
"Eat it, Potter," Draco leered. "This is serious."
"Fine, Malfoy, you wake her," Harry growled turning away from Draco--------- ----
A sudden noise snapped the two out of the memory. Draco looked at his husband, who shrugged. There was another bang and, without a second thought, both men ran to the sound. What they found there surprised them both.
"Ron?!" Harry choked, confusion masking his handsome features.
"What do you want, Weasel?" Draco sneered. Ron glared at Draco and was about to say something when Harry interrupted.
"Does Hermione know?"
"No" was the reply as Ron dusted off his robes. "I Apparated here from work. I got your letter, Harry. I need to talk to you in person, though."
"Letter?!" Draco asked, raising a suspicious eyebrow at Harry, who shook his head and gave Draco the 'not-now' look.
"Right. Come into the living room," Harry suggested, still trying to work out the situation. Draco watched Ron hatefully but stayed quiet.
For this, Harry was grateful.
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-Notes-
Again I feel I took to long for this chapter. Neither of my beta's have got back to me on the last chapter yet so again if this is bad grammar please excuse it! It will be updated when at least on of my beta's comes through!
Nothing on Skyler this time sorry, this is much to my wanting to make this a very Harry/Draco story with only snippets of Skyler, sorry.
She'll be back come Christmas don't you worry!
Thanks to all of you who mentioned my exams in you're reviews it really helped calm me down, and my daughter is all better now! ( I still have exams next week however, **sigh**.
Anyways, please review and tell me what you would like to see in the story, or idea's, or anything at all really!
- Akasha xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
"Draco," Lucius smiled proudly, hugging his son.
Harry stood awkwardly to the side. "Lucius," he greeted his father-in-law dryly. Lucius nodded then dropped his outdoor robes upon a house-elf and made his way out of the hall and into the sitting room. Lucius seemed to look at each of the elegant chairs with care and scepticism. Finally, he sat gracefully in the chair that Draco and Harry had just.warmed up.
Draco blushed furiously and Harry's ears turned pink as he looked away.
"Draco, a word," Lucius demanded, glaring coldly at Harry. Draco gave his father a please-don't look, Lucius's glare melted into a half sneer. "Please," he spat out, although Harry knew it was forced, Draco felt better.
Harry nodded and excused himself politely, making his way into the kitchen. He sat at the huge, expensive oak table and picked up a quill. He was about to put pen to parchment as he wondered, 'Would Skyler want to hear from her dad after so little time?' After much thought, Harry decided against it and wrote to somebody else instead:
Ron, Hello Ron, long time, huh? Hope you and Hermione are well, and your girl, she must be what eleven now? Same age as Skyler. Draco's well, as am I. Skyler's in Slytherin - to prove your point ten years ago. Sirius and Remus are good. How is your family? Give my congratulations to Ginny, Seamus is a great guy. Are your parents well? Fred and George good? How about Percy and Penelope and their twins?
Oh well, goodbye Ron. Harry.
Harry sighed. It was a terrible thing that had happened between he, Ron and Hermione. He didn't even regard Hermione in the street anymore, but he and Ron still kept forced details, both wishing to remain friends but both afraid of what their other-halves might say.
Harry looked at his watch and called Hedwig over. "Ron's office," he told her. He dare not send it to his house, where Hermione might find it.
Meanwhile, in the other room, Lucius and his son where in rapt discussion,
"But-but father, no, don't talk like that," Draco was pleading with his father, much like a little boy,
"Draco, it's a matter of fact. You're mother is dying, son," Lucius insisted as tears streamed down Draco's otherwise unbreakable façade.
"No," Draco choked as his father stood and wrapped his arms around his only son. "How long?" he sobbed against his father's silk robes. Lucius scowled, tears did not easily remove from silk.
"About a year, hence why we would like to have you and Skyler at the manor for Christmas," Lucius explained, growing more concerned about his stained robes by the second.
"And Harry," Draco insisted and Lucius merely nodded. Draco looked up into his father's icy eyes. "Don't you even care?" he asked his father, still resembling a small child.
"Your mother and I have an arrangement, son. I love her, she loves me, we adore you. You are my primary concern, I will deal with my feelings in my own way," Lucius stated flatly. "You must deal in yours, however. I am not best suited to comfort you, son," Lucius confessed, his tone the same. Draco nodded against his father's strong shoulder.
"Farewell, boy. I'll wait for your reply." Draco nodded and walked his father to the door. Lucius roughly grabbed his robes from a house-elf and swung them around his shoulders. Robes flapping around him in the wind, Lucius left Draco's home.
Draco stood there watching after him, his façade broken and his resolve crumbled. Harry, having heard the door shut, walked into the main hall just in time to catch his husband, who fell against him sobbing.
Harry didn't ask for an explanation, nor did he ask why Draco's father had left so abruptly, he merely picked his husband up with ease in his arms and carried him to the bedroom.
Draco cried against Harry for hours, until he fell asleep, grateful for Harry's patience and understanding.
When he was asleep, Harry pulled the covers up over his husband, tucked a pillow under his head and kissed his silvery hair. Before crawling into bed behind his husband, wrapping his arms around Draco's waist and eventually fell asleep himself.
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Before Harry and Draco knew what had happened, a month had flown by. Draco had repressed the news of his mother from Skyler, he had told Harry and they had decided together not to tell Skyler until the Christmas holidays. That way she could truly enjoy some time with her grandmother without the inevitable truth weighing heavily on her shoulders.
Draco walked into the kitchen happily, leaving his husband asleep in their bed. Draco sat down at the table with the breakfast and coffee that the house-elves had gotten him, the familiar thoughts running though his mind.
He knew what he wanted, he just didn't know if Harry wanted the same. Eventually, he walked into Skyler's bedroom and sat on her pink bed, looking around the empty room. Everywhere he looked, stuffed animals stared back at him, their eyes smiling.
Draco shivered. 'Creepy' he thought. He walked over to the silvery bowl on her top shelf and pulled it down. In it were Harry's and his own memories of Skyler's birth and life so far. It had been Harry's idea.
Draco sat on his daughters bed, the bowl on his knee. He gazed into it as memories spiralled to the surface, the first one being the day she was born. Draco was so absorbed in the memory, he failed to see Harry standing in the doorway, watching his every move.
Harry knew Draco wanted a son. It was what he'd always known. Although he loved Skyler as much as a father could, she would never compare to Draco having a little boy to carry on the Malfoy legend.
Harry wanted to suggest it but he didn't know if their friend would be willing to put herself through that again. Also, he didn't fully know whether he himself was ready for another child, he was just getting used to having Draco all to himself again.
Having decided he'd waited long enough, he coughed loudly and Draco tore his gaze away from the memory and smiled at Harry. He stood and put the bowl away before walking over to his husband and laying his face in the crook of his neck.
"Do you remember our first kiss?" Draco asked flatly. Harry nodded gently, unaware of where this was going.
"Wanna watch it?" Draco lifted his head and raised his eyebrow suggestively.
" 'Kay," Harry agreed, allowing himself to be pulled to his room and shoved on the bed as Draco took out their own silvery bowl.
Harry and Draco watched it with rapt fascination as the clear surface bubbled and swirled, until Harry saw himself and his friend Milaca sitting snuggled up on a sofa. Harry was talking to Sirius through the flames.
------------- Milaca had transferred to Hogwarts at the beginning of the fifth year. Around the same time Harry's friends had noticed a change about his personality. It was true, Harry had changed, no longer was he the golden holier-than-thou hero. His complete outlook towards life had changed.
Milaca and he had become friends, as Ron and Hermione started avoiding the two, and eventually stopped speaking to them altogether.
Harry was telling Sirius about his last Quiditch game. Sirius was listening with interest and Milaca was sleeping, curled up against Harry's warm body.
"And just as Malfoy was gonna grab the Snitch, it moved to get away and it just whizzed into my hand!" Harry concluded and Sirius cheered through the flames, his eyes falling on the blonde girl sleeping soundly against his godson.
"You two look happy," he smiled. "You remind me of James and Lily," he pondered aloud. Harry almost choked on his own spit; he had yet to tell Sirius that he was gay, but Sirius was defiantly not getting the hints Harry had been throwing at him for almost a year.
The door to the empty classroom moved and Sirius's face quickly disappeared. Harry fingered his wand through his robes and glared at the door.
In walked Draco Malfoy. Harry scowled at the Slytherin, who looked towards a sleeping Milaca.
"I need her," Draco hissed pointing to Milaca. Harry raised an eyebrow.
"You can't have her," he spat back.
"Eat it, Potter," Draco leered. "This is serious."
"Fine, Malfoy, you wake her," Harry growled turning away from Draco--------- ----
A sudden noise snapped the two out of the memory. Draco looked at his husband, who shrugged. There was another bang and, without a second thought, both men ran to the sound. What they found there surprised them both.
"Ron?!" Harry choked, confusion masking his handsome features.
"What do you want, Weasel?" Draco sneered. Ron glared at Draco and was about to say something when Harry interrupted.
"Does Hermione know?"
"No" was the reply as Ron dusted off his robes. "I Apparated here from work. I got your letter, Harry. I need to talk to you in person, though."
"Letter?!" Draco asked, raising a suspicious eyebrow at Harry, who shook his head and gave Draco the 'not-now' look.
"Right. Come into the living room," Harry suggested, still trying to work out the situation. Draco watched Ron hatefully but stayed quiet.
For this, Harry was grateful.
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-Notes-
Again I feel I took to long for this chapter. Neither of my beta's have got back to me on the last chapter yet so again if this is bad grammar please excuse it! It will be updated when at least on of my beta's comes through!
Nothing on Skyler this time sorry, this is much to my wanting to make this a very Harry/Draco story with only snippets of Skyler, sorry.
She'll be back come Christmas don't you worry!
Thanks to all of you who mentioned my exams in you're reviews it really helped calm me down, and my daughter is all better now! ( I still have exams next week however, **sigh**.
Anyways, please review and tell me what you would like to see in the story, or idea's, or anything at all really!
- Akasha xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx