Chapter 12: Together Again
Harry and Draco sat there, looking at each other, before the silence overwhelmed them, and they both began to laugh.
"Honestly," Harry said, "I dunno what's wrong with us, we never used to have this problem."
Draco nodded and smiled weakly, "No. Slightly different situation though, don't you think?"
Harry nodded thoughtfully and said quietly, "Yeah. It was. It... it was almost like another world, or lifetime ago, wasn't it?"
"I suppose it was," Draco said seriously, "Harry, why... why did you want me to stay?"
Harry sighed, and ran his hand through his hair. He lifted himself up and pulled a leg underneath himself, "Drake... I don't want to lose you again, you mean so much to me. I mean... when you left... it killed me. You knew what I was like after Voldemort, and Ron and Hermione ignored me. I just... I closed in on myself again. Worse than before. And when I found out that you didn't do anything, you were an innocent party, just as much as I was... and it just struck me I suppose. I don't want to lose you again." He shrugged.
Draco gave him a small smile, "Good. When I came here – apart from my bloody Godfather not telling me you were... had been pregnant, he told me how upset you were, after I disappeared. I didn't want that... honestly, I wasn't going to come 'cos I thought you wouldn't want to see me, and I'd be disrupting your life and you'd be even more upset... but, when I saw you... I knew... I couldn't let you go again. I had to at least attempt to get you to believe me... maybe even take me back..." He said hopefully, looking in what Harry's opinion was slightly bashfully, from under the curtain of platinum hair that covered his forehead.
Harry smiled at him, and said, "I do. Draco, I really do, I want you, I want us to... you know, be us again, but... it's hard. It's going to be hard."
Draco nodded vehemently, "I know, Harry." He shifted forwards slightly on the sofa, getting closer to Harry, although Harry was sure (even though he noticed it) that Draco didn't realise he was doing so.
Harry ploughed on regardless, "I mean, it's not just me and you is it? There's the twins to be thinking about as well. I can handle them, both of them, alone, but can you? They need a lot of attention, but I know what you're like," – Draco scowled, but Harry shot him a pointed look and Draco shrugged his shoulders, in something nearing agreement – "it's going to be hard. I'm not trying to stop you coming here, I want you here... but can you do it?"
"I don't know," Draco said honestly. Harry looked down heartened at that, but Draco quickly amended what he said, "But I want to try, Harry. It's the least I can do... I want to. I wanna be here for you, and Persephone and Sebastian. I'm not doing this because I think I should, I want to. I really do."
"Really?" Harry asked quietly. He had thought that this would be easier than this. It seemed he needed a lot more reassurance than he thought. When Draco had so cruelly left him last time, his ego and self-esteem had been torn to shreds. Was he going to be like this all the time? Was he going to be like on of those irritating girls he knew, which always had to know where their partner was, and what they were doing. God he hoped not. How annoying.
"Really," Draco insisted, his voice very intense and serious. Harry smiled at him and leant forwards slightly. Draco hesitantly leant in as well, and closed his eyes. Harry looked over Draco's face, and smiled to himself. This was what he wanted, no doubt about it. He caught Draco's lips in a light, teasing kiss, and closed his own eyes. Draco let Harry control it. He revelled in the feeling of having someone else's lips on his own, and had to hold back a moan and a gasp as Harry tentatively ran his tongue along Draco's soft bottom lip. Draco shivered in anticipation, and Harry smiled at this habit he knew, loved and remembered. Draco opened his mouth and Harry slipped his tongue in his boyfriend's mouth. Over and under, ploughing and exploring, Harry let his tongue explore Draco's mouth, passionately and lovingly. Harry ran his tongue across the roof of Draco's mouth (he was ticklish there) and almost laughed when he felt a deep moan vibrate through his mouth and throat. That did it for Draco. He couldn't take this. He needed something more. Now. He snaked his hand behind Harry's head and roughly pulled him in to kiss him hard and passionately.
Ok, people who get squicked, scroll down til I say so.
Harry surrendered to Draco's probing tongue before he pushed Draco down, against the couch, his blonde hair splayed out against the arm of the sofa. His grey eyes sparkled darkly, them having darkened several shades in arousal.
"Draco..." Harry whispered, looking down at his boyfriend through half lidded eyes, rubbing his hands over Draco's t-shirt clad chest.
"Harry... "Draco moaned as the dark haired man began gently licking, nibbling and kissing his neck. He arched his back, and moaned at the increased contact of their bodies.
Harry came to Draco's collar, and began clawing at the edges that covered his chest, and moaned. He left the smooth alabaster skin and swiftly grabbed the t-shirt and tugged it over Draco's head. Revelling in the gorgeous sight before his eyes, Harry turned his attention to Draco's pink, flushed nipples. Nipping, tugging and biting them until they were hard and raw.
Draco squirmed and moaned at the detail Harry paid to his chest. He ran his hands roughly through Harry's midnight dark hair and pulled him up, so he could look deep into his eyes.
Not saying a word, he gently pulled Harry's arms above his head and pulled the emerald green pullover he wore over his head. Harry smiled at the man beneath him and shifted his thighs so he straddled Draco, and looked down on him
"I love you Harry..." Draco whispered intensely.
Harry smiled winningly, and replied huskily, "Love you too babe." He leant down and kissed Draco passionately, and began to rub his hands up and down Draco's sides, as Draco weaved his fingers in and out of Harry's hair.
Harry let his hands wander to the waistband of Draco's jeans and looked questioningly at Draco. Draco just strained against Harry, eager to lessen the space between the two of them. Harry took his as a sign to go, and moved down, so he could pull his jeans down. Throwing the jeans over the back of the couch, he drank in the man before him.
Draco lay beneath him, between his thighs, panting and running his hands over every inch of Harry's bare, tanned skin. Harry bit his lip, lowered his head to tease the skin above his boxer shorts, around his belly button, and across his flat toned stomach.
"Harry... please... do something..." Draco moaned.
Harry grinned evilly, reminiscently of Draco, and whispered, "Oh. If you insist...." And he proceeded to do something indeed as he divested Draco of his shorts and took him whole.
OK, you can open your eyes now. Kissing and fooling around is all I'll do.
When Seamus and Dean walked through the front door of Harry's house, they expected to hear shouting. Seamus had filled his boyfriend in on the happenings of the morning – and changed his clothes. They couldn't hear any raised voices, or anything at all come to that. Not thinking anything of it, they walked through to Harry's living room, planning on getting a beer and waiting for Harry to come home and then they would bug him about what happened with Malfoy.
But, unfortunately for them, that was not what they found.
"Oh, for God's sake Harry!!" Dean yelled, as he took in the scene before him. Seamus just laughed, and began clutching his sides. Dean dragged him out of the room, before Harry could say anything.
Draco and Harry lay intertwined on the deep blue sofa, naked as the day they were born, clutching each other, asleep. Draco's head lay on Harry's broad chest and Harry leant against the edge of the couch. Their legs preserved each other's modesty moderately, but wouldn't do so if either of them moved an inch.
Harry opened an eye, and looked at Draco, who buried his head in Harry's neck mortified. Laughing, Harry said, "Oh come on, it's not that bad."
Draco looked up at him, "Were you even bloody here? They saw us- "he spluttered for a minute, and just waved his hand around.
Harry rolled his eyes, "Where are my boxers, I'll go and tell them to sod off for a while."
"You're so lovely to your friends." Draco said sarcastically to Harry who just smiled and kissed his forehead. He climbed off the couch and pulled on the nearest pair of shorts.
"Hey, greedy, they're mine," Draco moaned to Harry, "Yours are the ugly ones over there."
"Aren't ugly," Harry argued playfully, before he stroked Draco's cheek briefly and wandered out the room to find his friends. Draco just watched him go incredulously.
"Er... Seam? Dean? Where are you?" Harry said teasingly as he wandered into the hall. He found the two men sitting on the stairs. He just looked at them.
"Hi." Dean said, in a very small voice.
"'Ello." Harry said back, trying not to burst into laughter at the shocked and slightly amused looks on their faces. It was a very odd combination.
"So... you're done talking then?" Seamus asked Harry.
Harry looked thoughtful for a minute before he nodded, "Yes, I would say so."
"Ah." Seamus said, and the three of them sat in silence for a minute.
Dean broke the ice, "Maybe you should start locking your front door Harry." Seamus concurred, and nodded furiously.
"You think?" Harry asked innocently, and then rolled his eyes, "Please you've seen me in a worse situation than that. At least you didn't come 20 minutes earlier."
"When have we seen you with less clothes on than that? It is impossible to wear any less clothes Harry!! You've only got a pair of bloody shorts on now!" Seamus ranted.
"When I was in labour. And this is worse than when I walked in on you how?" Harry asked nicely, cocking his head thoughtfully.
Dean spluttered, "Harry!"
"It's you Harry! And Malfoy! You do remember him, yes? Scary, icy blonde, that terrorised the First Years at school, the boy that dumped Pansy Parkinson in front of the entire school, the one who every one thought was the whore of Slytherin?" Seamus said disbelievingly.
"The man you've just seen in his birthday suit!" Harry said condescendingly.
Dean and Seamus looked thoughtful for a minute, before they shook it off, "But Harry!"
"You were there when I gave birth you daft sods! Well, Dean was, you passed out. That was far worse, sitting with my legs wide open in front of five people I have to talk to every day! Talk about embarrassment!" Harry reasoned.
Suddenly the door to the living room opened, and Draco walked out, looking his usual immaculate self, doing up the buttons to his shirt. Seamus just looked at him disbelievingly. Draco raised a questioning eyebrow.
"Harry... maybe I should go for a bit.... You need to sort some things out. I think it would be best if I wasn't here. I would prefer not to get punched again." Draco said, slightly haughtily.
"Fuck that. I'm not letting you go. You're staying right here." Harry said stubbornly, folding his arms across his chest.
"Harry, I can't stay here forever." Draco said, even though he wanted nothing more than Harry to tell him to live here, with him and the children. He wasn't to be disappointed.
"Stay here! Live with me." Harry insisted.
Seamus looked at Dean, "Maybe they aren't done talking yet."
"Maybe." Dean nodded thoughtfully, "They got a bit side-tracked didn't they?"
Seamus nodded, looking disapprovingly from Draco to Harry, "Yeah, but I think we can forgive Harry. It's about time he got laid, it's been bloody months and he's been in a right bad mood."
"No I haven't!" Harry insisted, "Come on get out of my house. There's a pub down the road you can go and drink their beer instead of mine! Shoo!"
"We know where we're not wanted don't we Dean?" Seamus asked, and he stood up and held a hand out to the very amused Dean who was nodding. The walked silently out the door, and left Harry and Draco watching them.
"Are they always like that?" Draco asked.
"Unfortunately," Harry sighed, "No. I love them really, bless them. They're just a bit... weird."
"Harry, about me living here," Draco said awkwardly.
"Where else are you going to live? Hogwarts with Snape? No chance. He might be your Godfather, but he won't put up with you for long. I want you here Drake. Don't... don't you want to be here with us?" Harry asked.
"Of course I do!" Draco insisted, "Just... won't it be a bit weird?"
"Why should it be?" Harry asked, walking forwards, "I love you. You love me – "Draco nodded, "It's inevitable. And... I don't want to lose you again. I can't let you walk out of here again, not knowing when you're going to came back again." Harry admitted honestly. He planted a quick kiss on Draco's lips.
"I don't know if I can live in the Muggle world," he said, "And, there's my father. I can't let him become a Dark Lord, killing people. I need to try and stop him at least."
Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "I know. But... I've had enough of all that bullshit. Dark Lords. Oh and he happens to be the Grandfather of my two babies. Who were born of male pregnancy."
"I know," Draco said wearily.
"He... he won't want my babies will he?" Harry asked, "They... children of male pregnancies always are especially good at magic. He'll want them to be on his side won't he?" The fear in Harry's eyes was plain for all to see as he worried for his children.
"Harry, he doesn't know about them. I didn't know about them. He won't get them, I promise. He'll be stopped before then. I'll... I'll tell Dumbledore all I know. The he can take it from there. He won't need us at all." Draco reassured him and slipped his arms around him.
"Really?" Harry asked dubiously, looking up from his position, resting against Draco.
"Really," Draco said sincerely. He felt Harry nod against him and he smiled.
There was a small knock at the door, and then the handle turned. Harry stepped away from Draco and opened the door fully. He grinned and bent down to the pram, and picked his daughter up.
"Hey, sweetie. Why are you awake, it's nap time at the minute, isn't it?" Harry cooed to the baby in his arms. He smiled gently at her, and gave her to Draco, who looked decidedly uncomfortable. He picked up his fair-haired son and gently rocked him, as he began to stir from his sleep.
"Were they OK?" Harry asked Sirius, as he folded up the pram. His Godfather nodded, and looked at Harry.
Rolling his eyes, he said, "Oh, Harry, put some clothes on for Gods sake. Are you done ... talking?"
Remus coughed behind his hand, but didn't look up from the bag he was searching through. Harry could tell from where he was that he was grinning in amusement.
"Yes, thank you." Harry said to his Godfather, "So were they OK?"
"Of course," Sirius said, in mock outrage, "They were with me, why wouldn't they be? Oh. We saw your friend... Fran was it... and Sam?"
"Sean and Fiona?" He asked. He saw Draco look up from the corner of his eyes at the sound of Sean's name. He turned around and said, "Muggle friends Drake. Married, have a baby a bit older than the twins."
Draco nodded, and glanced warily at Sirius and Remus. Reading Sirius' face was easy. He wasn't one to hide his emotions; Draco could easily see hostility, wariness and a bit of anger as well on his gaunt face. He knew that if he wanted to stay with Harry he would have to prove his love for Harry to this man, whose opinion Harry valued so greatly. Remus Lupin was different though. He knew the man from when he was a Professor, and thought him to be a reasonable man – for a werewolf. He couldn't really decipher the emotions flitting across his face, only acceptance, which Draco appreciated greatly.
There was a moment of awkward silence. Harry just laughed uneasily. Draco scowled slightly at him, and Sirius scowled at Draco. Harry rolled his eyes along with Remus.
"You're going to have to be nice to each other. If Severus and I can be.. I dunno what we are, civil, you two can. You know you could probably relate to each other. Both disowned by stuck up pureblood parents." Harry said helpfully, nodding. He handed the baby to Remus.
Draco just gave Harry a funny look, "What?" He sighed.
"Well, you're father's not going to take you back at the Manor after you escaped is he?" Harry said. A look of hurt flooded Draco's face. Harry realised what he said and swore, "Fuck. Look, Draco I didn't mean it like that. You know I didn't..."
Draco nodded sadly and said quite meanly, "Yeah... I'm as much of an orphan as you are now. Oops, didn't mean it like that Harry."
Harry scowled, before he noticed the joking expression on his boyfriends face, "That's not nice." He scratched his stomach and yawned, "Oh yeah. Hey, I'm going to get dressed... Remus, please try to you know. Make them not kill each other." He shot Remus a look and his second Godfather nodded.
"Cheers. Play nice!!" He yelled, trying not to laugh as he wandered through to the living room, to pick up his discarded clothes.
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Harry knew that he couldn't expect everyone to forgive Draco as quickly as he had. He was putting on a brave face, as happy and cheerful as he could be, trying to act normal, when all he really wanted to do was breakdown and cry. But everyone else... he wasn't the one who had to deal with himself, heart broken, angry and drowning in self pity. They all had different opinions on the blonde. He greatly appreciated Remus though. He was more accepting than anyone else, he trusted him to make his own decisions about his life, and thought that Harry was the best one to decide what he wanted from his life. Seamus and Dean were great about it too. They, well they weren't exactly friendly to Draco, but Harry could tell they were trying hard to accept him as a part of Harry's life. Sirius though. His reaction hurt Harry. He respected his opinion above everyone else's, seeing the man as a father figure and a mentor of sorts. There was no way he was even considering Draco as a permanent feature in Harry and the twins life. Harry really didn't know why. When he thought about it, if someone had done that to his own son or daughter for that matter, he wouldn't want his child ever to see them again, even if it wasn't their fault. He'd have seen how hard it had been when they weren't there, and he wouldn't want them to go through all that again, should it happen again. But he knew that if that person truly loved his child, he would accept them. He'd have to if how he was hurting at the moment, was any indication to how they would feel. He hoped that with a little time, everyone he knew would accept Draco properly, like he hoped they would have if he hadn't been kidnapped.
Draco was happier than he had been for a long time. There wasn't really much to be happy about in hell. Harry was just as he remembered, and the children, he was so glad he'd found them, and was able to watch them grow up. Harry... was trying his best, and he knew everything wouldn't be perfect to start with, his illusions weren't that clouded. He didn't know whether he would have preferred Harry to just yell at everyone, like Draco knew he wanted to, than to put up his brave face and masks. Sirius – Draco really didn't know how to deal with the man. He meant so much to Harry, and if he were honest, in another situation he would have just cursed the older man. Azkaban escapee or not. Remus, Dean and Seamus were making an obvious effort, and Draco was very grateful to them. He knew Harry knew that he was, even if the men themselves didn't. To him, Harry's opinion was the only one that mattered.
TBC...
A/N Sorry if my smutty romance part was shite and sounded like a cheesy romance novel. Puts hand up. Hi, female, straight, teenage virgin here. Oooh probably more information than you all wanted, just been release there. You can ignore that. I am very sorry.
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Harry and Draco sat there, looking at each other, before the silence overwhelmed them, and they both began to laugh.
"Honestly," Harry said, "I dunno what's wrong with us, we never used to have this problem."
Draco nodded and smiled weakly, "No. Slightly different situation though, don't you think?"
Harry nodded thoughtfully and said quietly, "Yeah. It was. It... it was almost like another world, or lifetime ago, wasn't it?"
"I suppose it was," Draco said seriously, "Harry, why... why did you want me to stay?"
Harry sighed, and ran his hand through his hair. He lifted himself up and pulled a leg underneath himself, "Drake... I don't want to lose you again, you mean so much to me. I mean... when you left... it killed me. You knew what I was like after Voldemort, and Ron and Hermione ignored me. I just... I closed in on myself again. Worse than before. And when I found out that you didn't do anything, you were an innocent party, just as much as I was... and it just struck me I suppose. I don't want to lose you again." He shrugged.
Draco gave him a small smile, "Good. When I came here – apart from my bloody Godfather not telling me you were... had been pregnant, he told me how upset you were, after I disappeared. I didn't want that... honestly, I wasn't going to come 'cos I thought you wouldn't want to see me, and I'd be disrupting your life and you'd be even more upset... but, when I saw you... I knew... I couldn't let you go again. I had to at least attempt to get you to believe me... maybe even take me back..." He said hopefully, looking in what Harry's opinion was slightly bashfully, from under the curtain of platinum hair that covered his forehead.
Harry smiled at him, and said, "I do. Draco, I really do, I want you, I want us to... you know, be us again, but... it's hard. It's going to be hard."
Draco nodded vehemently, "I know, Harry." He shifted forwards slightly on the sofa, getting closer to Harry, although Harry was sure (even though he noticed it) that Draco didn't realise he was doing so.
Harry ploughed on regardless, "I mean, it's not just me and you is it? There's the twins to be thinking about as well. I can handle them, both of them, alone, but can you? They need a lot of attention, but I know what you're like," – Draco scowled, but Harry shot him a pointed look and Draco shrugged his shoulders, in something nearing agreement – "it's going to be hard. I'm not trying to stop you coming here, I want you here... but can you do it?"
"I don't know," Draco said honestly. Harry looked down heartened at that, but Draco quickly amended what he said, "But I want to try, Harry. It's the least I can do... I want to. I wanna be here for you, and Persephone and Sebastian. I'm not doing this because I think I should, I want to. I really do."
"Really?" Harry asked quietly. He had thought that this would be easier than this. It seemed he needed a lot more reassurance than he thought. When Draco had so cruelly left him last time, his ego and self-esteem had been torn to shreds. Was he going to be like this all the time? Was he going to be like on of those irritating girls he knew, which always had to know where their partner was, and what they were doing. God he hoped not. How annoying.
"Really," Draco insisted, his voice very intense and serious. Harry smiled at him and leant forwards slightly. Draco hesitantly leant in as well, and closed his eyes. Harry looked over Draco's face, and smiled to himself. This was what he wanted, no doubt about it. He caught Draco's lips in a light, teasing kiss, and closed his own eyes. Draco let Harry control it. He revelled in the feeling of having someone else's lips on his own, and had to hold back a moan and a gasp as Harry tentatively ran his tongue along Draco's soft bottom lip. Draco shivered in anticipation, and Harry smiled at this habit he knew, loved and remembered. Draco opened his mouth and Harry slipped his tongue in his boyfriend's mouth. Over and under, ploughing and exploring, Harry let his tongue explore Draco's mouth, passionately and lovingly. Harry ran his tongue across the roof of Draco's mouth (he was ticklish there) and almost laughed when he felt a deep moan vibrate through his mouth and throat. That did it for Draco. He couldn't take this. He needed something more. Now. He snaked his hand behind Harry's head and roughly pulled him in to kiss him hard and passionately.
Ok, people who get squicked, scroll down til I say so.
Harry surrendered to Draco's probing tongue before he pushed Draco down, against the couch, his blonde hair splayed out against the arm of the sofa. His grey eyes sparkled darkly, them having darkened several shades in arousal.
"Draco..." Harry whispered, looking down at his boyfriend through half lidded eyes, rubbing his hands over Draco's t-shirt clad chest.
"Harry... "Draco moaned as the dark haired man began gently licking, nibbling and kissing his neck. He arched his back, and moaned at the increased contact of their bodies.
Harry came to Draco's collar, and began clawing at the edges that covered his chest, and moaned. He left the smooth alabaster skin and swiftly grabbed the t-shirt and tugged it over Draco's head. Revelling in the gorgeous sight before his eyes, Harry turned his attention to Draco's pink, flushed nipples. Nipping, tugging and biting them until they were hard and raw.
Draco squirmed and moaned at the detail Harry paid to his chest. He ran his hands roughly through Harry's midnight dark hair and pulled him up, so he could look deep into his eyes.
Not saying a word, he gently pulled Harry's arms above his head and pulled the emerald green pullover he wore over his head. Harry smiled at the man beneath him and shifted his thighs so he straddled Draco, and looked down on him
"I love you Harry..." Draco whispered intensely.
Harry smiled winningly, and replied huskily, "Love you too babe." He leant down and kissed Draco passionately, and began to rub his hands up and down Draco's sides, as Draco weaved his fingers in and out of Harry's hair.
Harry let his hands wander to the waistband of Draco's jeans and looked questioningly at Draco. Draco just strained against Harry, eager to lessen the space between the two of them. Harry took his as a sign to go, and moved down, so he could pull his jeans down. Throwing the jeans over the back of the couch, he drank in the man before him.
Draco lay beneath him, between his thighs, panting and running his hands over every inch of Harry's bare, tanned skin. Harry bit his lip, lowered his head to tease the skin above his boxer shorts, around his belly button, and across his flat toned stomach.
"Harry... please... do something..." Draco moaned.
Harry grinned evilly, reminiscently of Draco, and whispered, "Oh. If you insist...." And he proceeded to do something indeed as he divested Draco of his shorts and took him whole.
OK, you can open your eyes now. Kissing and fooling around is all I'll do.
When Seamus and Dean walked through the front door of Harry's house, they expected to hear shouting. Seamus had filled his boyfriend in on the happenings of the morning – and changed his clothes. They couldn't hear any raised voices, or anything at all come to that. Not thinking anything of it, they walked through to Harry's living room, planning on getting a beer and waiting for Harry to come home and then they would bug him about what happened with Malfoy.
But, unfortunately for them, that was not what they found.
"Oh, for God's sake Harry!!" Dean yelled, as he took in the scene before him. Seamus just laughed, and began clutching his sides. Dean dragged him out of the room, before Harry could say anything.
Draco and Harry lay intertwined on the deep blue sofa, naked as the day they were born, clutching each other, asleep. Draco's head lay on Harry's broad chest and Harry leant against the edge of the couch. Their legs preserved each other's modesty moderately, but wouldn't do so if either of them moved an inch.
Harry opened an eye, and looked at Draco, who buried his head in Harry's neck mortified. Laughing, Harry said, "Oh come on, it's not that bad."
Draco looked up at him, "Were you even bloody here? They saw us- "he spluttered for a minute, and just waved his hand around.
Harry rolled his eyes, "Where are my boxers, I'll go and tell them to sod off for a while."
"You're so lovely to your friends." Draco said sarcastically to Harry who just smiled and kissed his forehead. He climbed off the couch and pulled on the nearest pair of shorts.
"Hey, greedy, they're mine," Draco moaned to Harry, "Yours are the ugly ones over there."
"Aren't ugly," Harry argued playfully, before he stroked Draco's cheek briefly and wandered out the room to find his friends. Draco just watched him go incredulously.
"Er... Seam? Dean? Where are you?" Harry said teasingly as he wandered into the hall. He found the two men sitting on the stairs. He just looked at them.
"Hi." Dean said, in a very small voice.
"'Ello." Harry said back, trying not to burst into laughter at the shocked and slightly amused looks on their faces. It was a very odd combination.
"So... you're done talking then?" Seamus asked Harry.
Harry looked thoughtful for a minute before he nodded, "Yes, I would say so."
"Ah." Seamus said, and the three of them sat in silence for a minute.
Dean broke the ice, "Maybe you should start locking your front door Harry." Seamus concurred, and nodded furiously.
"You think?" Harry asked innocently, and then rolled his eyes, "Please you've seen me in a worse situation than that. At least you didn't come 20 minutes earlier."
"When have we seen you with less clothes on than that? It is impossible to wear any less clothes Harry!! You've only got a pair of bloody shorts on now!" Seamus ranted.
"When I was in labour. And this is worse than when I walked in on you how?" Harry asked nicely, cocking his head thoughtfully.
Dean spluttered, "Harry!"
"It's you Harry! And Malfoy! You do remember him, yes? Scary, icy blonde, that terrorised the First Years at school, the boy that dumped Pansy Parkinson in front of the entire school, the one who every one thought was the whore of Slytherin?" Seamus said disbelievingly.
"The man you've just seen in his birthday suit!" Harry said condescendingly.
Dean and Seamus looked thoughtful for a minute, before they shook it off, "But Harry!"
"You were there when I gave birth you daft sods! Well, Dean was, you passed out. That was far worse, sitting with my legs wide open in front of five people I have to talk to every day! Talk about embarrassment!" Harry reasoned.
Suddenly the door to the living room opened, and Draco walked out, looking his usual immaculate self, doing up the buttons to his shirt. Seamus just looked at him disbelievingly. Draco raised a questioning eyebrow.
"Harry... maybe I should go for a bit.... You need to sort some things out. I think it would be best if I wasn't here. I would prefer not to get punched again." Draco said, slightly haughtily.
"Fuck that. I'm not letting you go. You're staying right here." Harry said stubbornly, folding his arms across his chest.
"Harry, I can't stay here forever." Draco said, even though he wanted nothing more than Harry to tell him to live here, with him and the children. He wasn't to be disappointed.
"Stay here! Live with me." Harry insisted.
Seamus looked at Dean, "Maybe they aren't done talking yet."
"Maybe." Dean nodded thoughtfully, "They got a bit side-tracked didn't they?"
Seamus nodded, looking disapprovingly from Draco to Harry, "Yeah, but I think we can forgive Harry. It's about time he got laid, it's been bloody months and he's been in a right bad mood."
"No I haven't!" Harry insisted, "Come on get out of my house. There's a pub down the road you can go and drink their beer instead of mine! Shoo!"
"We know where we're not wanted don't we Dean?" Seamus asked, and he stood up and held a hand out to the very amused Dean who was nodding. The walked silently out the door, and left Harry and Draco watching them.
"Are they always like that?" Draco asked.
"Unfortunately," Harry sighed, "No. I love them really, bless them. They're just a bit... weird."
"Harry, about me living here," Draco said awkwardly.
"Where else are you going to live? Hogwarts with Snape? No chance. He might be your Godfather, but he won't put up with you for long. I want you here Drake. Don't... don't you want to be here with us?" Harry asked.
"Of course I do!" Draco insisted, "Just... won't it be a bit weird?"
"Why should it be?" Harry asked, walking forwards, "I love you. You love me – "Draco nodded, "It's inevitable. And... I don't want to lose you again. I can't let you walk out of here again, not knowing when you're going to came back again." Harry admitted honestly. He planted a quick kiss on Draco's lips.
"I don't know if I can live in the Muggle world," he said, "And, there's my father. I can't let him become a Dark Lord, killing people. I need to try and stop him at least."
Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "I know. But... I've had enough of all that bullshit. Dark Lords. Oh and he happens to be the Grandfather of my two babies. Who were born of male pregnancy."
"I know," Draco said wearily.
"He... he won't want my babies will he?" Harry asked, "They... children of male pregnancies always are especially good at magic. He'll want them to be on his side won't he?" The fear in Harry's eyes was plain for all to see as he worried for his children.
"Harry, he doesn't know about them. I didn't know about them. He won't get them, I promise. He'll be stopped before then. I'll... I'll tell Dumbledore all I know. The he can take it from there. He won't need us at all." Draco reassured him and slipped his arms around him.
"Really?" Harry asked dubiously, looking up from his position, resting against Draco.
"Really," Draco said sincerely. He felt Harry nod against him and he smiled.
There was a small knock at the door, and then the handle turned. Harry stepped away from Draco and opened the door fully. He grinned and bent down to the pram, and picked his daughter up.
"Hey, sweetie. Why are you awake, it's nap time at the minute, isn't it?" Harry cooed to the baby in his arms. He smiled gently at her, and gave her to Draco, who looked decidedly uncomfortable. He picked up his fair-haired son and gently rocked him, as he began to stir from his sleep.
"Were they OK?" Harry asked Sirius, as he folded up the pram. His Godfather nodded, and looked at Harry.
Rolling his eyes, he said, "Oh, Harry, put some clothes on for Gods sake. Are you done ... talking?"
Remus coughed behind his hand, but didn't look up from the bag he was searching through. Harry could tell from where he was that he was grinning in amusement.
"Yes, thank you." Harry said to his Godfather, "So were they OK?"
"Of course," Sirius said, in mock outrage, "They were with me, why wouldn't they be? Oh. We saw your friend... Fran was it... and Sam?"
"Sean and Fiona?" He asked. He saw Draco look up from the corner of his eyes at the sound of Sean's name. He turned around and said, "Muggle friends Drake. Married, have a baby a bit older than the twins."
Draco nodded, and glanced warily at Sirius and Remus. Reading Sirius' face was easy. He wasn't one to hide his emotions; Draco could easily see hostility, wariness and a bit of anger as well on his gaunt face. He knew that if he wanted to stay with Harry he would have to prove his love for Harry to this man, whose opinion Harry valued so greatly. Remus Lupin was different though. He knew the man from when he was a Professor, and thought him to be a reasonable man – for a werewolf. He couldn't really decipher the emotions flitting across his face, only acceptance, which Draco appreciated greatly.
There was a moment of awkward silence. Harry just laughed uneasily. Draco scowled slightly at him, and Sirius scowled at Draco. Harry rolled his eyes along with Remus.
"You're going to have to be nice to each other. If Severus and I can be.. I dunno what we are, civil, you two can. You know you could probably relate to each other. Both disowned by stuck up pureblood parents." Harry said helpfully, nodding. He handed the baby to Remus.
Draco just gave Harry a funny look, "What?" He sighed.
"Well, you're father's not going to take you back at the Manor after you escaped is he?" Harry said. A look of hurt flooded Draco's face. Harry realised what he said and swore, "Fuck. Look, Draco I didn't mean it like that. You know I didn't..."
Draco nodded sadly and said quite meanly, "Yeah... I'm as much of an orphan as you are now. Oops, didn't mean it like that Harry."
Harry scowled, before he noticed the joking expression on his boyfriends face, "That's not nice." He scratched his stomach and yawned, "Oh yeah. Hey, I'm going to get dressed... Remus, please try to you know. Make them not kill each other." He shot Remus a look and his second Godfather nodded.
"Cheers. Play nice!!" He yelled, trying not to laugh as he wandered through to the living room, to pick up his discarded clothes.
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Harry knew that he couldn't expect everyone to forgive Draco as quickly as he had. He was putting on a brave face, as happy and cheerful as he could be, trying to act normal, when all he really wanted to do was breakdown and cry. But everyone else... he wasn't the one who had to deal with himself, heart broken, angry and drowning in self pity. They all had different opinions on the blonde. He greatly appreciated Remus though. He was more accepting than anyone else, he trusted him to make his own decisions about his life, and thought that Harry was the best one to decide what he wanted from his life. Seamus and Dean were great about it too. They, well they weren't exactly friendly to Draco, but Harry could tell they were trying hard to accept him as a part of Harry's life. Sirius though. His reaction hurt Harry. He respected his opinion above everyone else's, seeing the man as a father figure and a mentor of sorts. There was no way he was even considering Draco as a permanent feature in Harry and the twins life. Harry really didn't know why. When he thought about it, if someone had done that to his own son or daughter for that matter, he wouldn't want his child ever to see them again, even if it wasn't their fault. He'd have seen how hard it had been when they weren't there, and he wouldn't want them to go through all that again, should it happen again. But he knew that if that person truly loved his child, he would accept them. He'd have to if how he was hurting at the moment, was any indication to how they would feel. He hoped that with a little time, everyone he knew would accept Draco properly, like he hoped they would have if he hadn't been kidnapped.
Draco was happier than he had been for a long time. There wasn't really much to be happy about in hell. Harry was just as he remembered, and the children, he was so glad he'd found them, and was able to watch them grow up. Harry... was trying his best, and he knew everything wouldn't be perfect to start with, his illusions weren't that clouded. He didn't know whether he would have preferred Harry to just yell at everyone, like Draco knew he wanted to, than to put up his brave face and masks. Sirius – Draco really didn't know how to deal with the man. He meant so much to Harry, and if he were honest, in another situation he would have just cursed the older man. Azkaban escapee or not. Remus, Dean and Seamus were making an obvious effort, and Draco was very grateful to them. He knew Harry knew that he was, even if the men themselves didn't. To him, Harry's opinion was the only one that mattered.
TBC...
A/N Sorry if my smutty romance part was shite and sounded like a cheesy romance novel. Puts hand up. Hi, female, straight, teenage virgin here. Oooh probably more information than you all wanted, just been release there. You can ignore that. I am very sorry.
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