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Chapter 2: Potion accidents
Clear followed father and son quietly to Harry's chambers. Once they reached the elder Potter's sparse yet tastefully decorated chambers, Harry slammed the door shut and the shouting and pacing began. "What the hell were you thinking?! You can't just go around beating up everyone! You're not a little kid anymore Lucian."
"Dad, he was saying that I looked like a Malfoy and that because I didn't know who my other father was, he started calling me a bastard child. On top of that, he started calling you a queer."
"This true, Clear?" She nodded and continued to nervously play with the hem of her grey, wool skirt.
"Luke, you have to understand that people will say things but you shouldn't let it bother you too much. They're just words. It's nice to know you feel the need to defend me but you don't need to defend me every time someone says something about me." He wrapped an arm around his son and attempted to smooth his unruly, blonde hair.
"Dad?" He asked quietly.
"Yes?"
"The hat said you were almost placed in Slytherin and that I was a Malfoy. Is it true? Is what that kid said true? Are Malfoy's really bad news?" He sounded hurt that his father might be keeping something so important, like the identity of his other father, a secret.
"Not all Malfoy's are bad news. They're just cowards. Real big, stupid cowards that think they're better than everyone. I don't want to talk about your father, Lucian. Also, as much as I would rather not, I'm taking 50 points from Gryffindor for starting a fight and two weeks detention. You will be serving one week with me and one week with Professor Snape and the alternate potions professor." He said sternly.
"Just tell me if my father's a Malfoy. I want to know."
"Yes, your father was a Malfoy. Are you happy now? I don't want to see him or talk to him ever again. Your father left me when I need him the most. He left me alone and pregnant with you. And this was all because I told him that I loved him. That fucking coward." Harry didn't know whether to be angry or sad. In the end, Harry was sad and nearly crying.
Clear held out a hanky for Harry. "Here, Mr. Potter."
He took it and dabbed his eyes. "Thank you, Clear, darling. Now, both of you go see professor McGonagall. I'm sure she wants to have words with you and she'll give you the password." The two nodded and gave Harry a hug before walking out.
That night, Harry went to sleep thinking about someone he hadn't thought about in a while. Little did he know that someone else in the castle was thinking about him and how things could have been.
Harry sat in a big, fluffy king-sized bed with a little blonde boy next to him. He was reading to his son when the door of his bedroom opened and an older version of the little boy entered carrying a tiny infant girl in his arms. "How's your hand doing?" He asked.
"Getting better. Was it really necessary for you to fracture two bones in my hand?" Harry asked, holding up his bandaged hand. The bones had been set with magic but it was still very sore and need to be wrapped up. "I should really be asking how you're feeling. After all, you did just have my daughter not two days ago." He felt the bed shift as the other man got in and ruffled their son's hair.
"You try squeezing something the size of a watermelon out of a hole the size of your fist. You had Luke; you know what it's like to go through childbirth."
Harry looked from his son to his husband and back. "Yes dear, but Luke was a small baby and I was heavily sedated." Luke held out his arms and took his baby sister from his father's arms. "Be careful and watch her neck."
"I know, dad."
The four were the picture perfect family. They were happily married with two children, a dog and a goldfish. "It's past your bedtime, sweetie. Why don't you bring your sister to her room?" The boy nodded and climbed off the bed before taking his sister down and leaving the room.
"You know, you could just say that you want to kiss. That'll make me leave the room."
"Okay then, Luke, please leave. I want to kiss your dad." He said with a devilish grin. Harry laughed at his husband and pulled the other man on top of him. Together, the two just lay there enjoying being held by the other.
Their lips met in tiny, light kisses but soon grew to be deeper, more passionate, almost desperate kisses. Clothing was discarded and the sounds of small gasps filled the air as the two men spent hours exploring each other's bodies. They took their time touching and kissing and licking each other's body, relishing the feeling of their skin touching after weeks without any kind of physical contact beside the occasional kiss. It was almost as if they were seventeen and discovering what the other enjoyed all over again.
Silently, Harry begged his spouse to take him and of course, his loving husband obliged and slowly slipped into the warmth of Harry's slightly sweaty body. As his lover slowly plunged into him, Harry's mouth opened in a silent cry as the other man's cock hit his prostate dead-on. Back arching in pleasure, he let out a soft whimper as they moved together at a languid pace that drove them both mad.
Their bodies slid together as their tongues moved together in a slow dance. No sound above a whisper was made by either man as they neared their release. His husband rested his forehead against Harry's, whimpering softly as he occasionally stole a kiss. Harry's hands roamed around his love's back, trying to pull him closer. They came, one after the other with a choked gasp, whispering the other's name.
"I love you, Harry."
"I love you too, Draco."
Draco's eyes flew open. Looking around, he realised he was at the school. It had been too perfect; of course it was a dream. He sighed and dragged himself out of the bed for a cold shower then off to breakfast to join the living.
Clear and Lucian made their way down to the Great Hall for breakfast. She was telling him about some of the teachers and which people to avoid. "You told me all this over the summer, remember?" Lucian laughed as she started talking about another teacher. The pair sat down at the table and piled food on their plates and waited to get their schedules.
"This sucks." Lucian whined.
"What does?"
"I have double potions first with Professor Malfoy."
"He must be Snape's new assistant teacher. I guess they decided to switch off on what classes they'll teach. I have you father for Defence today but I have Defence with Snape tomorrow. I only have professor Malfoy one day a week and you have Snape only one day a week." She shrugged and tucked her class schedule into her notebook. "I'll walk you to Potions so you don't get lost." In all honesty, she wanted an excuse to spend more time with the boy.
Lucian didn't look his age. Most people thought he was older, 13 or 14 maybe. He was attractive, just like both his fathers. Fathers. "Hey Lee, you think this new professor Malfoy guy could be my father?" He asked.
"There aren't really too many Malfoy's, or so my dad says. Grams once said she went to school with an insufferable boy named Lucius Malfoy and I know Uncle Ron used to complain about a Draco Malfoy that he went to school with and then worked with for a while. I don't know what to tell you, sweets. Where was your father this morning? I didn't see him at breakfast."
"Dad overslept probably. OR is just being lazy and decided to eat in his chambers."
They reached the classroom and chatted quietly until other students came and they all filed in the classroom and took their seats.
"Your hair looks like a bird's nest!" The girl next to him giggled. He rolled his eyes and gave her a forced smile. "I'm Haley Michaels." She held out her hand to Lucian who just stared at her.
"Lucian Potter. I don't shake hands." He placed his notebook at the centre of his desk and his textbook in the top left corner of his desk.
"Your father's Harry Potter." She said, taking out her own books and writing utensils.
'Why did I have to sit here?' "Yes, my father's Harry Potter." He sighed, looking around to see if there was another seat available. He spied an empty seat in the back of the room next to Shane Wood. He quickly gathered up his books and quickly slipped to the back of the room.
"If everyone could take their seat," Draco directed the statement to Lucian who was just about to sit. "You, boy, sit down."
Lucian turned around and lifted his head to look his professor in the eye. What Lucian saw was an older version of himself. His expression was mirrored by the blonde at the front of the room. "Sorry, um Professor, uh Malfoy, sir." Shane grabbed Lucian's sleeve and pulled him down on the seat.
"What's wrong with you Luc?" The sandy haired boy asked. Shane was a spitting image of his father, Oliver. Harry had signed with Puddlemere United as their seeker a year after he graduated and Lucian was born. Oliver and Harry had dated for a little while until they both decided that their work came first. Last year, Harry had decided that he would stay with Puddlemere as their reserve seeker because he would be joining the staff at Hogwarts. Oliver had supported his friend's decision.
"Nothing, I'm fine." He gave his friend a reassuring smile and placed his books in their order on his desk.
"Perfectionist." Shane mumbled.
"I heard that."
"Is there something the two of you would like to share with the class?" Draco sat on the edge of his desk. The two boys shook their heads and Draco took their attendance.
"Parker, Dana."
"Present." A small, brunette Slytherin chirped.
The next name caught Draco by surprise. "Potter, Lucian." His voice wavered and he looked up from his book to see the little blonde boy in the back raise his hand.
"Here." Lucian said.
Draco thought Lucian looked just like him at the same age but with messier hair and slightly fuller lips. That hair. He knew that hair and those lips. It was an 11-year old Harry with blonde hair and small, black framed glasses. He realised the class was staring at him and cleared his head to continue roll call. "The potion is on the board, ingredients are in that cupboard over there." He pointed to the cabinet on the other side of the room and sat down at his desk.
The top drawer of the large wooden desk was labelled: MALFOY. Draco and Severus had agreed they would each take two drawers and leave he bottom two drawers for confiscated items since they were sharing classes. He opened the top drawer on 'his side' and saw the framed picture of him and Harry in their seventh year. 'We were so happy. What went wrong?' He thought to himself as he tapped the en of his silver stylus on the desk blotter. 'You ran the minute he told you that he was in love with you. You're scared of commitment.' He wondered who Lucian's mother was. But he had always thought Harry was gay. 'I guess things change.' He sighed and took one last look at the picture of him wrapped tightly in Harry's arms and shut the drawer.
BANG!
He was brought back to reality by a sudden explosion in the second to last row. Lucian and Shane were covered in the ruined potion. The two girls sitting in front of them had completely messed up their potion. "What did you do?!" He shrieked. "A blind chimp could make that potion!" He was fuming. It was his first class and already someone exploded a cauldron. "Detention, both of you and 20 points each from Gryffindor. Class is dismissed early except for you two." He pointed to the two girls. "When I come back from the infirmary, I want to see this place spotless. SPOTLESS, do you hear me? Now get to work!" He shouted and led the two boys from the room and to the infirmary.
"What in heaven's name happened here?" Poppy asked with her hands on her hips and giving Draco a stern look.
"Cauldron explosion." He said. He waited for Poppy to turn around before he snuck into the cabinet to take a small piece of chocolate.
"Draco Malfoy! What do you think you're doing?" He called from behind the screen.
"Nothing." He said shoving the piece of chocolate in his mouth.
"Come over here where I can keep an eye on you."
"Yes, ma'am." He walked over to where she was cleaning the potion residue off the boys. Lucian looked up at his professor and Draco could practically see the gear turn in the boy's head.
"I didn't know you had a son, Draco." She said wiping a smear of residue from Shane's cheek.
"I don't have a son." He said softly. He gave the medi-witch a weak smile and nervously rubbed the short hairs on the back of his neck. Right now, Draco just wanted to hide somewhere. He couldn't help but remember that the one person he had ever loved, had a child with someone else. "He's Harry's boy."
"I should have known. Only a Potter would land himself in the infirmary on the second day of school." Her eyes darted between the two blondes. "Boys, I want you to stay here for a few hours just to make sure there are no side effects besides the boils." She turned to Draco who had attempted to hide the fact that he had taken another piece of chocolate. "Draco!" She walked past him towards her office and smacked the back of his head.
"What?!" He whined.
"The same thing happened to Longbottom in your first year." She remembered.
"I remember." He smiled and watched her disappear into her office. Several minutes later the sound of running footsteps down the hall pulled Draco from his daydream. He heart nearly stopped as he saw who the blur that had just crashed through the infirmary doors and skidded to a stop in front of Lucian was.
He hadn't even seen Draco standing there. All he cared about was his son and his friend's son. "You two alright?" The two boil covered boys nodded and Poppy came back out of her office with the antidote. "Good."
His breath caught in his throat, his hands were sweaty and shaking. He hadn't seen him in person for eleven years and here he was with his back to him, completely oblivious to Draco's presence. "Harry?" He whispered.