Title: Children of Mine
Chapter: 2 of ?
Author: TheWickedess
LJ: WickedWriter
Wordcount: 3,300
Pairing: HP/DM
Rating:Hard R
Main Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings:Post-OoTP
AN: I always thought Draco would be a Cereal buff, that and ice cream.
2 of ?
Day Six
Draco was restless. It had been six days, since he had made this vow and Harry still had not shown. He only had one day—one-day left and then he would leave. Not, that Draco was worried about it or anything—Harry always came at the last minute. Draco looked at the luggage he had put next to the fireplace. When Harry came he would look as if he were leaving, which he was, but if Harry did come he could tell him nothing about The Realm. Sighing Draco snapped his fingers and one of his houseelfs appeared. He was dressed in a large bland green pillowcase with the Malfoy insignia engraved on it.
"Bring me a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, a bowl, some milk, and a spoon," Draco commanded and waved his hand to signify to the houseelf that he was dismissed. However, the houseelf did not get the message he looked at Draco with worried large amethyst eyes.
"Does Master Draco want Filky to put Cinnamon Toast Crunch in bowl with milk and spoon?" Filky asked and Draco sighed.
"No you insufferable vermin, I can do that myself! Just bring it to me!" Draco snapped and Filky disappeared with a terrified 'pop'.
A few seconds later another 'pop' was heard and Filky appeared carrying a tray with all that he asked for shaking horribly in terror. Sadly, he didn't get it right. There was a Cinnamon Toast Crunch in a bowl with milk and a spoon.
"Filky!" Draco roared as the houseelf set the tray down on the table.
"Y—yes, Master Draco?" Filky stuttered.
"What did I ask you for?" He asked dropping his voice.
"Master Draco asked Filky for Cinnamon Toast Crunch," the elf said shaking violently now and Draco scowled.
"No, I did not," he hissed and Filky flinched.
"Yous, did not sir?" he squeaked and Draco resisted the temptation to roll his eyes.
"Nos," Draco said mocking the houseelfs way of speech. "I's did not. Now you will tell me exactly what was said within our little conversation earlier, do you understand?" Filky nodded his large ears flapping up and down against his face.
"Masters Draco said," Filky began and continued in a voice sounding remarkably like Draco's own. " 'Bring me a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, a bowl, some milk, and a spoon,' "
"And what did Filky say?" Draco asked sighing.
"Filky says," he began in Draco's voice and then shook his head and continued in his normal high-pitched squeaky voice, " 'Does Master Draco want Filky to put Cinnamon Toast Crunch in bowl with milk and spoon?'"
"And what does Master Draco—I mean and what did I say?"
"Masters Draco said 'No you insufferable vermin, I can do that myself! Just bring it to me!'" After he reiterated this Filky began to tremor throughout his whole body.
"And did you do what I said?" Draco demanded and he whispered something unintelligible.
"What was that?" He snapped and he flung himself at his knees.
"Nos I didn't Master Draco. I's am sorry—hic—Filky is soo sorry Masters Draco! He promises he won't ever do it again," Filky's eyes widended when he realized he had just launched himself onto him.
"Bad Filky, Bad Filky," he muttered and picked up the book on the table closest to Draco. He began to pound himself on the head with his book. "Bad Filky! Bad Filky! Bad Filky!"
"Stop it you sorry excuse for a being!" Draco yelled as he jumped up from his seat and grabbed the book from her. "That is a very expensive book! If you ruined it I will be very displeased," he hissed as he snatched it.
"I's am sorry Masters Draco," Filky said through his whimpers. "Filky is soos sorry," he then grabbed the lamp post and began to pound himself with that. Draco had been inspecting his Dark Arts book when he heard the sound of metal hitting flesh.
"Dimmit!" He yelled as he snatched that from her as well. "You miserable excuse for a servant, what have I told you about punishing yourself?"
"N—no—not to?" Filky asked fearfully and Draco nodding.
"Do you remember what I said I would do if you did punish yourself?" He asked and he nodded his eyes going wide.
"Clothes," he whispered going pale and Draco nodded again. He inspected him and sighed. "Go change into another pillowcase, that one is filthy." He commanded and he disappeared in a pop.
Draco sank his bones into his chair and stared into the fire. It was tiring commanding so many brainless servants. What time was it? 8:24 AM, Harry had a little bit of time.
Damn him. Damn him for making Draco feel this way and not knowing it. Damn him for picking the war of Draco. Damn him for those smoldering green eyes that got clouded over with lust. Damn him for having sperm potent enough to make another man pregnant. Damn him for ruining Draco's illusions about his life, which inevitably brought this upon them both. But most of all, damn him for not being properly afraid of Draco. For if he were he would be frightened by the mere thought of what Draco would do if he even thought about leaving the way that he did.
Was he losing the subtle art of intimidation? Was his glare not enough to send fear quivering in the hearts of men, women, children and animals?
"Filky?" Draco whimpered to the air and Filky appeared without a moment to spare.
"Yes Masters Draco?" It seemed he changed his pillowcase just as Draco as he commanded.
"Do I frighten you?" He cooed and Filky began to tremor just at the dangerous tone he was using.
"Ye—Yes Masters Draco."
"So," Draco said as he tapped his chin thoughtfully. "I intimidate you."
Filky nodded his ears flapping up and down on his face.
"You would do anything I said right? If you weren't my servant, because you were terrified of me," Filky nodded again and Draco continued. "So—what would you be afraid I would do to you?"
"Erm—well Masters Draco Filky would be afraid yous would shut his head in the oven. And Filky would be afraid that Master Draco would iron his ears. And Filky would be afraid that Master Draco would tie his hands to his feet, place a stone around his waist and drop him into The Big Water. And Filky would be afraid that Masters Draco would rip off his fingers one by one and stick them into all the holes Filky has in his body. And Filky would be afraid that master Draco would take his intestines, make Filky eat them, and then strangle Filky with them. And—should Filky go on?" He asked Draco with wide eyes and Draco looked mildly impressed.
"You think I would do all of that to you, and that is why you are afraid of me?" He asked and Filky nodded affirmative.
"Good," Draco said with a satisfied grin. "Good."
-OoOoOoOoO-
"What in the hell is taking him so long?" Roared Draco as he threw a book across his study. Taking a deep breath Draco clutched his hair. He needed to calm down. He needed to get his mind off of Harry.
"I'll—I'll write a letter," he decided as he tugged on his hair. "I'll write a letter to Pansy, Theodore, and Blaise," he decided as he sat down at his desk. "Wait, not Theo. He still thinks I want Pansy. So I'll writer to Pansy for neutral, and Blaise for light."
Hands shaking Draco took a deep breath to calm himself before writing the letters.
Dear Pansy,
I am writing this letter to inform you that I am leaving. I should be gone for about twelve years. Yes I know, blunt and straight to the point is not I—it is the result of my lover whom I have decided I am leaving. Some circumstances beyond my control have decided that it would be best if I leave while the war is going on. Do not try to find me, for you will be unable to.
However I am not writing only to inform you of these pleasantries. I need you, along with Blaise, to look after my estate while I am gone. Yes, I know you should include your husband but he and I are not on the best terms as of late. Please make sure that my house elves do not slack off but do not give them corporal punishment. If I come back and I hear that my house elves have been abused in any way I will yank off your fingers and plug them into every single hole of your own body.
Also, please keep an eye on my investments and such. I know that while now you may just be a simple housewife—you were once one of the brightest Slytherin's of our year.
With Love,
DM
P.S. If you want to get in touch with me before I leave. Send a letter ASAP, as in—two minutes after you get this letter.
Draco made a copy of that letter, changing the part about the housewife so that Blaise wouldn't be offended. He still claims that he was 'experimenting' for the good part of two years. He sent his eagle owl for both of them. He should have sent one to Theodore as well—but the crazed man still maintained he was after Pansy.
He had her and he could keep her. Draco had his, or did. He didn't seem to have him anymore. Draco looked at his clock and then sighed. It was 11: 58 PM. Harry had two minutes. As soon as the clock-hit 12:00 Draco was going to signal for Celestial to come. Technically he had given Harry seven days even if it wasn't seven full days.
Harry—no Potter didn't need seven full days; he shouldn't have needed one day. Draco awoke from is musings when the clock struck twelve. As much as him that wanted to scream, and yell and destroy his own study he did not. He did not. He hardened his resolve and his face and touched his ring and he didn't even have to think of her. He was gone.
He was transported to what looked like the inner workings of a cave.
"Please tell me this is not The Realm," he said with disdain and she frowned at him.
"Could you see any Malfoy living here?" She demanded and he shook his head.
"Then don't as stupid questions," she snapped and then waved her hand in front of a door. The door disappeared and a swirling blue and silver vortex appeared.
"Go," she commanded and he looked at her oddly. She seemed to have a hint of urgency in her voice.
"What's wrong?" He demanded and she sighed.
"Nothing, but it has just been Seen that the war is going to escalate. I just want to get you and your sons out of here as quickly as possible," she told him and he nodded.
Draco stood in front of the door and took a deep breath before he actually heard what she said.
"Sons?" He demanded and she grinned at him before pushing him through the vortex. He disappeared in a flash of blue, and silver with green sparks.
"Celesti?" Came a distinctly high-pitched childish voice and Celestial turned around and came face to face with—herself.
"Yes Celest?" Celestial asked her twin sister and the woman gazed upon her with large childish gray eyes.
"Are we doing the right thing?" She asked pouting and Celestial wrapped her younger sister in her arms tightly.
"Of course we are love," she said as she stroked her sister's hair.
"But—but the war is only going to esc—es-culate, because Draco's not there." She said but Celestial began to shush her.
"Yes, I know my child," she soothed. "I know. But we don't care about the Wizarding World as a whole my dear."
"We—we don't?" Celest asked through her sniffling.
"No dear, we care about the Malfoy, name," Celestial corrected. "And what would have happened to the Malfoy name if Draco would have stayed?" She asked.
"Well—well—Draco and Harry would have given up their power Voldemort to save their children, but then later on the children would have to use all of their power to defeat Voldemort, leaving them dry and all of the magic of the Malfoy family—" Celest couldn't even go on, she choked on a sob.
"Shhhh, love, it's okay," Celestial said as she rocked her little sister back and forth. She knew how much it pained her sister to remember her visions, but this vision had pained her as well.
"The magic of the Malfoy family would have been barren," Celest yelled through a sob and Celestial felt tears prickle the back of her eyes just thinking about that.
"For how long?" Celestial asked. She had to make this lesson stick with her sister if she was never going to question her authority.
"For—forever." Sobbed Celest and Celestial nodded grimly.
"Yes, yes it would," Celestial, said as she rocked her sister back and forth. "But everything is better now. Things have to be better now."
"They have to?" Celest asked through wide eyes filled with tears.
"Yes," Celestial said as she kissed her sister's forehead. "They have to."
-OoOoOoO-
Draco was knocked through the portal his mind in a whirl. Twins? He was going to have twins? Now for some reason Draco was feeling bad. Maybe he should have told Harry, maybe—he should have.
"Ouch, damnit!" Draco yelled as he hit the ground. He looked up and was with awe with what he saw. It seemed he was in the center, at the marketplace. He consciously stood up with his chin in the air as he brushed the dirt off of his clothes. He looked around and saw that most people had ignored the new comer. The light blonde hair around him was startling; everyone looked the same or would to an outsider. However, Draco was an expert. He could detect the subtle workings of a pointer nose, rounder cheekbones, and a cleft chin.
Almost, everyone had ignored him. There was one oaf that had the audacity to laugh at him. He wasn't even doing polite snickering, he was laughing outright in an undignified un-Malfoy manner.
"You, are you a NPC?" He demanded strutting up to him, and the man raised an eyebrow at him.
"Are you deaf, blind or both?" He asked in a regal baritone. He pulled off the hood of his cloak and stated. "I am a Malfoy."
Frowning, Draco gave him a once over. He was ebony, and large. He was built like a giant at 6'4, thick necked with muscles. That was Draco assumed he was a NPC, no Malfoy had ever been anything but slender—or so he had thought. But as he looked closer he detected a Malfoy nose and chin, his cheekbones were too slender to be Malfoy though. Then there was the obvious, the grey eyes and fair straight blonde hair.
"I am Darik," he stated as he realized what Draco he should have known from the beginning.
"I am Draco," Draco stated with an incline of the head. No need to apologize, he was a Malfoy. There was no point in stating his last name either; they both were Malfoy's.
"Dragon," Darik stated as he motioned for Draco to follow him through the forest. "You father named you well," he decided as he looked into Draco's eyes.
"Ruler of the land," Draco remarked sourly. He still hadn't forgiven him for the deaf, blind, or both crack. "Your father had high hopes for you," he sneered and he was shocked with Darik just laughed.
"Yes, yes he did, but I did it so I was named well," Darik told him, but Draco wasn't paying attention. He had just seen someone he knew.
"Lucius!" He yelled and his father turned around—his eyes almost popping out of his skull.
"Draco," his father yelled in a jovial voice so unlike the one Draco had heard as a child. His father jogged over to him and clapped his son a hug on the back.
"Didn't expect you'd die so soon with that lover of yours," his father remarked but Draco was still in shock. He couldn't speak. Where was the father he had known his whole life.
"He is still in the shock phase," Darik whispered to him. "He has been given a second chance, so now he is experimenting with other ways of living. All Malfoy's who come here after death do it, but they all realize that the regal way of doing things was right in the near future."
Draco nodded a Darik his eyes still wide. He finally found the words to spkea to his father. "I am not dead," was all he could say and Lucius peered at him concerned.
"Ah—that's right son. Of course you're not," his father said but whispered to Darik, "denial."
"I'm not in denial," Draco snapped. "Celestial said that it would be safer for me and my sons if we came to The Realm while the war played out," and then clapped his hands over his mouth.
"Sons?" Lucius asked. "I'm a grandfather?" He asked his eyes wide and then began to peer around. "Well where are they? I didn't think I had been dead that long—or are they still in their mother's stomach? Where is the girl? I hope it wasn't that Pansy girl—having their mother's nose—" Lucius and Draco both visibly shuddered.
"So where is she?" Lucius demanded after a moment of thankfulness for them both and Draco sighed.
"There is no mother father," Draco stated and he watched his father's face. Confusion, disbelief, and finally understanding.
"Potter," he spat in a tone that Draco recognized much from his life.
"Yes," Draco said wrinkling his nose.
"I told you about those Potter boys," his father chastised and Draco sighed.
"Yes, you did and I should have listened." Draco admitted and his father nodded.
"Yes you should have," he decided but then swept Draco up in another large hug. "My son gets to experience the joy of childbirth!" He yelled and swung Draco around as if he were a child.
"Father!" Draco yelled horrified. "But me down this instant! I am not playing with you man! I do not care if you are my father! I will curse you from here to obvilvion!" Draco continued to yell obscenities while Darik just laughed.
It was going to be a long eternity.
-oOoOoOoOo-
At 12:38 AM Harry James Potter stumbled out of the fireplace in search of Draco. Pansy had forwarded him her letter as soon as she got it. How she knew about them was beyond him—he had never even told Ron or Hermione. But then again—Luna knew, so maybe it was just right for them to tell their exes.
The luggage was still there, so maybe Draco was still there.
"Draco!" Harry yelled at the top of his lungs. "Where are you?" He demanded as he searched every room in the manor he could get into. Not in the study, the bedroom, the library, the dining room, the servants quarters—no where.
"WHERE IN THE HELL ARE YOU DRACO?" Harry asked as he slumped against the door to their bedroom. How could he leave him? How could Draco just up and leave?
As Harry pondered the answers to these questions, one thing was certain. No matter what the circumstances he would never forgive Draco for leaving him like this.
Never.