I wouldn't Change a Thing (9/?)

Chapter 9: Presents and secrets exposed

Harry could smell Christmas dinner on the second floor as he left his room. Harry was too busy salivating over the wonderful smell of the food that he didn't even notice the adoring blonde at the bottom of the stairs until he ran into him. "Harry…" Draco smiled happily.

"Draco, I wasn't sure if you were coming to dinner." Harry was shocked to see a flicker of emotion in the steel grey eyes gazing at him. He started walking to the dining room only to have Draco on his heels.

"You look amazing, Harry." Draco nearly sighed dreamily.

"You look nice yourself." Harry replied, trying to escape the lovesick teen.

"Look, mistletoe." Draco pointed to the sprig of mistletoe above their heads. Harry was beginning to hate tradition. With a sigh, Harry leaned over and pecked the teen on the cheek. Draco wasn't pleased but he would take what he could get.

"I don't want it, Harry. Just abort it and do us both a favour. We're not old enough and to be honest. I don't think I want children. "

"You can't bring an unwanted child into this world, Harry. It just wouldn't be fair."

"I want it to be you and me, not you, me, and baby. Just kill it so things can go back to normal."

"I don't want it and you don't want it, so why have it?"

"I can't be with you if you plan on keeping that bastard child. I will have nothing to do with it."

"It's a disgrace. You can't seriously want this bastard."

Draco heard his words over and over again in his own head. It was no wonder that Harry didn't want him anymore. He was horrible.

Dinner proved to be a fiasco of epic proportions, in other words, a typical dinner in the Snape household. And then it happened. Harry was of course, seated on one side of his father, while Tonks was seated on the other side of Severus. The seat at the head of the other end of the table was always left empty with a place setting in memory of Lily. Draco had insisted that he sit next to Harry. Lucius sat to Draco's right and mouthed apologies to Harry every time his lover looked his way. Half way through dinner, Draco casually placed his hand on Harry's lower back. "Please move your hand." Harry said through clenched teeth. Draco obeyed but a few minutes later, Draco had his hand on Harry's thigh, inching it closer to the young man's crotch. "Get. Your. Bloody. Hand. Off. Of. Me!" Harry growled. He turned to his father who was discreetly holding Tonks' hand under the table. "May I be excused?" He asked. Severus nodded and Harry pushed his chair away from the table, dropped his napkin down at his place and stormed out of the dining room and quickly made his way through the kitchen and into his father's attached greenhouse. He curled up on the cushioned bench and plucked a mint leaf from the plant next to him and placed it under his tongue.

"Uncle Lucius, do you think you could go find Harry?" Tonks asked sweetly. Lucius shot his son an icy glare and gracefully exited the room.

"Sev, I need to talk to you later." Tonks took a sip of her water, her glass of wine untouched. Severus noticed this overlooked detail. Before he could even say anything, Tonks cut him off. "I said, we'll talk later."

Lucius knew where Harry would be. A few nights ago, he and Harry had said his favourite place was the greenhouse. He walked in and crouched down beside the bench, running his fingertips lightly over Harry's cheek. "I apologise for Draco's behaviour. It was completely inappropriate and I only wish that I could have sat next to you." Lucius said.

"Why can't we just tell him about us? He definitely wouldn't touch me if he knew we were together." Harry sat up and placed his hands on the blonde's shoulders.

"I wish we could. No doubt your father would object to our relationship, though he is with a girl half his age. Harry, you have to think of how people would view us as being a couple. I am the father of the father of your child; your child's grandfather, Harry. Your father is with my cousin, by marriage, thankfully. You are having my son's child but you are with me. Most people would suggest we all go for group counselling. What exactly would your child call me? And how do you plan to explain our unconventional relationship? Does he or she call Draco, father or brother? What I really need to ask you is: do you want to stay with me after the holiday?"

"Luce, where do you see yourself in five years?" Harry asked.

"To be completely honest, I see myself with you and the baby, maybe a dog." Lucius smiled and took Harry's hands in his. "I love you, Harry. You and I know that I am far from being a nice person and that I'm not that good with emotions. I've been falling for you since you and Draco got together."

Once Lucius finished speaking, the walls came back up and he ceased to be the 'vulnerable' man that hid underneath the intimidating façade. "I love you too, Luce. I don't want this to be just a fling. I want to be with you even after I go back to school."

Harry quickly pressed his lips firmly against Lucius' lips and sighed when the older man began to respond to the kiss. "Dinner is probably over. Why don't we go to the sitting room and wait for everyone." Harry suggested, taking his mind away from the fact that He would rather have Lucius fuck the life out of him.

Draco cowered in the corner when his father and Harry joined them around the Christmas tree. "Don't expect a gift from me, Harry, I already bought you that death trap you call a car." Severus said.

Harry picked up a box and handed it to his father. Severus opened it and was beyond surprised at what it held. "Where did you find this?"

Harry watched as his father carefully lifted the antique, leather-bound journal from the box. "Apparently, Lucius had it in his library." Harry answered.

"It's good to have it back in the family." He sighed wistfully as he carefully opened the book and studied the pages and the various potions in it.

"Here." Severus handed Tonks a tiny white box. Inside it was a blue, velvet box. She looked at it with a look of disbelief. Though he wasn't easily embarrassed, right now, Severus would rather everyone not be in the room. He slid off the sofa and got down on one knee in front of Tonks. "Nymphadora Tonks, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" His voice was softer than usual. He sounded kind, loving, and maybe even sweet.

She threw her arms around him then pulled away to plant a sweet kiss on his lips. "Yes! Of course!" He slid the six carat diamond and sapphire heirloom ring on her left ring finger before kissing her hand and embracing her tightly. The newly engaged couple looked over to Harry, as if asking for his okay on the whole thing.

"Congratulations! I'm fine with it. Of course it might be a little weird 'cause Tonks, here, is like the sister I never wanted. As long as you two are happy, I'm happy." Harry said.

"Now, what was it you wanted to tell me before?" Severus asked Tonks, holding the petite woman in his arms.

"I might be pregnant." She whispered.