Title: Baby of our Dreams
Rating: PG-13 for now
Disclaimer: I do not own anything associated with Harry Potter. Only Constance is mine.
Summary: Harry finds a baby on the door step of his relatives and runs to Draco for help. Will be SLASH! If you do not like, hit the back button on your server and have a nice day.
Harry sat down on the couch and pulled a willing Draco into his arms, "Our daughter is asleep." He smiled at the thought, "Our daughter. Can you believe it?"
Draco smiled at Harry, "Yes. I thank Merlin every day that you brought her to me. I wouldn't change any of it."
Harry remembered his thoughts from earlier in the evening when he was blessed with Draco's smile, "You know, you have an unbelievable gorgeous smile."
Draco flushed, "Yes, well, so do you."
"Thanks." Harry muttered, pulling the blond closer. He rested his head on top of Draco's and sighed, "We're going to have our own tower at the school. Dumbledore informed me that it was made for such purposes."
Draco chuckled, "What, we're not the only ones who come together because a child was left on a doorstep?"
"Prat." Harry retorted, though there was no malice behind the words, "I meant students who become parents before they finish school. It has happened before."
"Yes, I know. My mum became pregnant with me during her seventh year. She had me after she finished schooling though." Draco replied.
"Do you mind if I wait until tomorrow to move my things back to my room?" Harry asked, biting his lip, "I'm too knackered to do anything tonight."
Draco pulled away from him slightly and looked at Harry, "Who said I'm going to let you?"
"What are you on about?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Share a bed with me."
Harry flushed, "I..."
"Not for sex, just for sleeping. I'll admit to the whole gay thing quite readily, but I don't think I'm ready for sex just yet." Draco said, his own cheeks dusted with red.
"Oh, well, in that case..."
Draco stood up then turned around, offering a hand to Harry. Harry grabbed hold and stood up, not letting go of the hand once his balance was caught. He looked Draco in the eye, then leaned in and pressed his lips to Draco's.
Draco let a huff of air exit through his nose as he pressed in closer to Harry. He parted his lips when he felt Harry's tongue swipe across his bottom lip. As Harry's tongue slid in, he closed his mouth around it and suckled. He grinned at Harry's moan, and then moaned himself as Harry's now free tongue slid across the roof of his mouth.
Harry pulled away, gasping, his fingers tangled in Draco's hair tightly, "Wow, that was..."
Draco smirked, "Probably the best kiss we've shared yet."
Harry nodded, "Exactly."
"Come on." Draco clasped Harry's hand in his and wove their fingers together as he tugged the raven haired man towards his, no, their bedroom.
They fell onto the bed, lips fused together once again. This time, it was Harry who made a huffing noise as they pulled apart, "Merlin, I am so tired." He muttered, a yawn backing up his statement.
Draco gave him a soft smile, "So sleep."
"Gladly."
Harry jumped awake with a start as a piercing scream interrupted his rather nice dreams. He watched with hooded eyelids as Draco slid out of bed, trying not to wake his bedmate.
Harry smiled at the consideration, but quietly slid out of bed behind the blond, eager to see his husband bond with their daughter. He followed on tip-toe and slipped into the nursery unnoticed. He watched with a small smile as Draco sat in the rocker with Constance, holding a bottle in her mouth. He took in a short, silent breath as he heard Draco begin to speak.
"You want to know, baby, why it was I that came to see to your needs and not your daddy?" He asked in a voice barely above a whisper.
Constance stared up at him, a fist tightly clamped around a crease in his shirt. She whimpered slightly, as if honestly curious.
"Because he looked so beautiful sleeping that I couldn't bring myself to awaken him, to disturb that wonderful image." Draco looked closely at Constance, "Can I tell you something? If you promise not to tell daddy that is."
Constance gurgled around the bottle.
"I haven't even been to sleep yet. That's why I came so quickly. I was just lying there, watching your daddy sleep. I do love him you know. I haven't told him yet," He frowned when it looked as if his daughter was glaring at him, "Don't look at me like that, babe. It's too soon. I don't want to scare him off."
Constance pulled away from her bottle and just looked at Draco.
"Yes, I know what you're thinking. I'm being a prat. You're right, there. I probably wouldn't scare him off. It's not like he could go anywhere. We're bonded, stuck together for life. All I care about is if I get to hold him, whether he loves me or not." He shifted Constance to his shoulder and patted her back, waiting for the burp.
"Though, he must like me somewhat, as he did bring me you. That, however, just may be wishful thinking on my part." He smiled as Constance finally burped. He rocked her gently, trying to get her to fall back to sleep.
When it became apparent that Draco wasn't going to speak anymore, Harry turned and slipped out of the nursery as quietly as he had entered.
He was still awake when Draco finally returned to bed, though he pretended he wasn't. He was pulled into strong arms, and went willingly. It was definitely becoming a new favorite past time, being held.
Harry felt Draco staring at the back of his head and smiled. He shifted slightly; though not enough to make the blond think he was awake. The arms around him tightened and he couldn't hold up his mini charade. He sighed quietly then whispered, "I love you, Draco."
A/N: Sorry, to end it here, but it just seemed to good a place to stop, that an I think I made you all wait quite a bit for this chapter. Hmm, so here you go. I also apologize for the shortness. I couldn't think of anything to add to this to hit my goal in length. No, I don't have writers block, but I didn't want to disrupt the 'flow' this chapter has. I think. Eh, anyway, please review. I appreciate them all greatly!