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Chapter three: Draco's Story

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Number Twelve Grimmauld Place was exactly as Harry had remembered it, black, dusty, and depressing. Even with all the cleaning the Order members had been doing, it still was as unclean as it had been before. Harry didn't know how Remus managed to be living there for such a long period of time.

The werewolf had been doing better than he had been when Sirius fell through the veil, but he still seemed to Harry to look much older than he should at his age. His hair had more grey than the last time Harry had seen him, and he sported a new scar across his left cheek from an almost deadly full moon incident. Still, he greeted them with as much enthusiasm as if he were ten years younger.

Harry was much appreciative of this; he needed to know that someone out there would care for him no matter what. The werewolf had taken a great liking to the babies as well, especially little Kaelyn who he claimed looked just like Lily. He could hardly put her down.

Draco didn't much care for the place as it reminded him too much of the Dark Arts in his old home. He made sure he was far away from any of the former Black's things, and just seated himself on an old sofa with Aiden in his arms. Harry had taken a seat beside him soon after, and Remus was sitting in the matching chair nearby.

"Draco, I was just wondering how old these two are," Remus asked after they were all seated and comfortable. "When were they born?"

Harry glanced at Draco to see the blonde stiffen slightly. "Yes, I would like to know that too, if you don't mind Draco."

"About two months." He stated.

Harry's eyes widened. "What? I thought they were only a week or so! What happened in all that time?"

Draco gently ran his fingers through the light blonde hair of the child in his arms. "It's a long story, but I guess you do deserve to hear all of it out."

"Yes, I guess I do."

Taking a gulp Draco then sighed lightly. "When I learned I was pregnant, some of the house elves began to take care of me. I did a concealment charm whenever I wasn't alone so my parents wouldn't know once I began to gain weight, and the rest of the time the elves told my parents I was just sick. They believed it all, and as usual didn't even bother to care how sick I was or what I was sick with."

Harry frowned at the words. Even when he was sick Aunt Petunia had at least tried to figure out what it was, but it was usually so Dudley wouldn't get it. Draco had parents who didn't care at all. No wonder he had tried so hard to be like they had always wanted him to be, there was no other way to get them to care.

"When I went into labor the elves took me to a secret room they used for their own purposes. It was hard, but in the end I had two perfect little babies in my arms. The elves took care of them for the entire time, and I just visited when I could, not often or my parents might suspect something.

"Then a week ago an elf let slip on accident, and took the children as far away from the mansion as they could, but I didn't get away on time." Draco shuddered at the memory of the numerous curses he had to suffer before he managed to escape. "I got away, and fled to the place I knew you to be, I couldn't think of anywhere else. That's it I guess, that's what happened."

Harry could feel his eyes water slightly. "Oh Draco, I'm so sorry."

"I never expected something like that." Remus agreed. "You are most welcome to stay here."

Draco nodded as an answer and just gazed down at his little son sweetly, memories flashing through his mind. It had been a rather hard time for him, and he hoped that whatever lay ahead wouldn't be as bad. He loved his children, and didn't want anything to happen to them. He didn't think he could take it, he remembered his fear and angst when his father learned of them. He'd been terrified he was going to kill them. If it hadn't been for the brave elves he was sure he would have lost them.

As it got later Remus conjured up some cribs for the children and they all found spare bedrooms to sleep in, the cribs going in Draco's as he knew how to take care of the kids better than Harry did. Harry didn't much like that, but he knew it was true. He wished he could help more, but he knew it would take some time before he knew enough too. He'd never been too good with small children.

The next day Harry received a message that made him cheer up some. It was from Mrs. Weasley apologizing for her family's horrible behavior. It explained their reactions, Ron was just being worried and stupid, Ginny was naturally upset at loosing all hope with him, and her and her husband had to just have some time to understand it all. They hoped he would come to forgive him for not being there in his time of need and visit again soon, even if it would take Ron and Ginny a little more time to get used to the situation.

He happily showed the letter to Remus who said it was only natural they'd come around and to Draco who just shrugged and went back to rocking Kaelyn to sleep. He wrote a quick reply saying of course he would forgive them and he understood completely. Giving to Hedwig she hooted and took off at once.

"Hey Draco, what are we going to do about school?" Harry asked later that same day. The question had been bugging him, and as he held little Aiden it really began to grow on his mind.

"I don't know, we can't very well take them with us, could we?" The blonde replied sadly.

Remus who was in the same room said, "Well, you could always see what Dumbledore has to say. He could come up with a good plan. Myself I'd gladly watch them while you were away, but I'm sure you don't want to be parted from them that long."

Sighing Harry placed Aiden in his crib and wandered over to a chair to sit in. "What a situation we're in."

Draco nodded. "Yes, but I wouldn't trade them for anything. Whatever we come up with will be best for them no matter what."

"Yes, that's right." Harry agreed.

There was approximately two weeks until they were expected to be at Platform nine and three quarters to go to their seventh year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Harry wasn't quite sure if he wanted it to go by fast or slow.

One night when the twins were happily asleep dreaming of whatever babies' dream of, Harry and Draco were quietly discussing what they were planning for their futures. It was a strange discussion, for neither of them had pictured the other to be there, but now it appeared to be no choice in the matter.

"I hope to be an auror." Harry said, absentmindedly twirling a piece of string he'd found in his hand. They were seated on the couch downstairs, and Remus had turned in early, the full moon only a week away.

"Not a bad job actually." Draco replied, resting his head back. "I think I'd like to be a teacher." Harry chuckled lightly, making Draco give him a funny look. "What, can't you just see me teaching potions or defense against the dark arts?"

Shaking his head in amusement Harry nodded. "Yes, actually I can. Funny though, hearing you say it out loud is just amusing."

The blonde smiled and laughed himself. "Yes, I suppose it is."

They were quiet for a few minutes after that, and Harry took the time to look the blonde next to him over. He looked better than he had when he showed up on the Weasley's doorstep, but he still didn't look good. The scar on his right cheek had faded to a light pink, but it was still quite noticeable. His usually perfect hair was messy, not as messy as Harry's mind you, but still just not right looking on his head. He looked tired, and yet Harry still thought he looked beautiful beside all these things.

Harry had come to realize he cared deeply for the blonde, and although he wasn't quite sure how deep the feeling were, he was sure Draco meant something too him. Hesitantly he placed a hand on top of Draco's, and when the blonde looked at him quizzically he just smiled. Sighing, Draco leant his head back again and clutched Harry's hand tighter, giving the boy-who-lived a warm feeling throughout his chest.

"You know," Draco whispered, "I don't mind having to stay with you as much as I thought I would."

"Yeah, me either." Harry replied. The blonde smiled, and leaned over to rest his head on Harry's shoulder, falling into a light slumber.

Sighing, the dark-haired teen leaned his head on top of the other's, and at that moment both could swear loud and clear that they wouldn't want to spend their lives with any other person in the world for anything.

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