Hours went by and Harry still stayed in his room. Remus wanted to go upstairs to see him, but Ben's needs had to come first. He knew that babies could sense bad atmospheres, so Remus tried extra hard to conceal his worry and focus on keeping his son content. He tried, and failed, to calm him down through cuddling; only Ben's favourite bear could bring a smile to his little face.
As Ben sat on Remus's lap, playing with his bear, the werewolf could not help but think about what had happened earlier in the living room. He could not believe it: he was a father and he was holding his son in his arms! Ben looked up at his father with sparkling green eyes, and a broad grin appeared on the baby's face. Remus smiled back, feeling tears welling up in his eyes.
"I love you, Benjie."
He's not the only one you love. Why don't you admit that you love Harry?
I don't love Harry!
Oh, come on! Admit it! You've missed him since he moved to his old room. You missed holding him and cuddling him at night. Admit that you're glad he doesn't want to see Draco again.
I just don't want to see him hurt anymore.
That's not the only reason and you know it!
Anyway, even if I do love him, it doesn't mean that he loves me.
You heard what happened while you were in the kitchen! He practically told Draco that he loved you!
No! He just said that I had satisfied him in our one time together. It doesn't mean that he loves me.
Why else would he want to be in the same bed? And that kiss…remember…HE kissed YOU! It's a sign.
It was just his hormones playing up, that's all.
The sound of Ben crying woke Remus up from his thoughts, and the aroma that hit the werewolf's nostrils was unmistakable. Remus changed the baby's nappy and dressed him for bedtime. At exactly eight o' clock, the baby was finding it difficult to keep his eyes open. As Ben began to fall asleep in Remus' arms, the werewolf stood up and was about to leave the room when Harry appeared in the doorway.
Harry said, "Are you putting him to bed?"
"Yeah. He's finding it hard to keep awake here."
"I'll take him up." Harry gently lifted the baby from Remus' arms and the werewolf noticed that the young man's cheeks were soaked with tears. Harry stroked his son's cheek with one finger and kissed him on the forehead.
Harry went upstairs to his room. He picked up the baby's dummy from his bedside table and gently put it in Ben's mouth, then kissed the baby's cheek before carefully placing him in his cot. He put the teddy bear in the corner of the cot and watched his son sleep. It was then that he felt Remus' presence behind him. The werewolf leaned over the cot and whispered "Night, night, Ben."
When Ben was sound asleep, Remus took hold of Harry's hand and led him out of the bedroom. Remus took Harry to his bedroom and the young man showed no resistance. They both sat down at the edge of the werewolf's bed and it was then that Harry held onto Remus tightly.
"Are you okay now?" Remus asked.
Harry nodded. He broke away from the hug and raised a hand to his neck, caressing the tender skin. A tear flowed down his cheek. "My throat and head are sore but I'll be alright. I just never expected him to turn up like that, that's all. It's ruined a good day. I mean I get the results today and…" He stopped speaking and looked down onto the duvet. "How do you feel about it?"
Remus smiled, "To be honest, I'm very happy that Ben is my son. But the big question is, how do you feel about it?"
Harry looked up at the werewolf. "I'm utterly relieved. I mean, I know I don't want Draco, but if he was the father and he found out, it would have meant that he would still be part of my life and also the thought of him taking my baby… Oh Remus, I'm sorry." He buried his head in Remus's chest.
"What have you got to be sorry for?"
"For letting him in. I had an idea something was going to happen and yet I still let him in." His voice became more agitated. "I'm so bloody stupid. I could have easily collided into Ben when Draco hit me. Draco could have even hurt Ben! If anything happen to our baby, I would never forgive myself."
Remus wrapped his arms around Harry. "Oh, Harry. Don't."
"I should have had my wand nearby. I should have been able to fight back. I'm so weak."
Remus' heart stung when he heard his words. "Harry, you are not weak. Believe me when I say I know exactly you're going through."
Harry looked up. "What?"
Remus sighed, "You know that Sirius and I had been lovers since we were teenagers. But everything went wrong when he came back to England after being in exile with Buckbeak. He started drinking heavily and he changed completely. I personally think that being trapped in that house all day along with the many years of guilt inside him eventually got to him. I tried to get him to stop but we ended up having arguments and by the end, every night we were together, we had an argument and most of the time, I would get hit and kicked for my troubles. Like you, I should have given up and left him but also like you, I was in love. Every time he hit me, he would be in tears afterwards and he would beg for forgiveness."
When he saw that Harry was shocked, he continued, "Please don't think badly of Sirius. I don't, and that's because I know that, deep down, he had a good heart and a good soul. It's just he was carrying a burden that no-one could help him with, not even you or me, and in the end, it took a toll on him. Even now, I still mourn for him."
There was a silence as Harry remembered what happened one night four months earlier. In his mind, he could see Remus crying whilst looking at a silver-framed picture and then putting the photo in its place amongst the other pictures.
Harry asked, "Have you thought about him lately?"
"Not for a few months. The last time was…"
"When I came down that night and we… you know."
"How did you know that?"
"I saw you, remember? You were crying over a picture."
"That was taken at James and Lily's wedding. He seemed to be dedicated in catching us out whenever we had an intimate moment. I swear, if Lily hadn't come along…." He chuckled at the memory, then sighed and said softly, "No matter how bad things got by the end, I stayed with him because I believed that he would be pardoned soon and things would go back to normal. Like I said, I loved him too much. Draco, on the other hand… well no offence to your judgement, but I never trusted him."
Harry spoke gently, "I'll admit I didn't like Draco at first but when we were in the sixth year at Hogwarts, I started to see a new side of him. He was a lot less cocky and seemed to show fear, something I'd never seen in him before. I still didn't like him much but I could not help feeling sorry for him because he spared Dumbledore. Then, during the final battle, I saw him without all the big-headedness and I was slowly falling in love with him. And well, things took off from there."
"And what about now?"
"The feelings I had for him are gone. Well, soon I'll be divorced and it'll all be over. I just want to forget him and focus on looking after our baby. Thank you."
"For what?"
"Everything. I mean, after what happened that morning, I wouldn't have been surprised if you hadn't come to help me. After all that I said that morning... well, I didn't deserve your help."
"Harry, we have been friends for years. I have always tried to help you as best I can. Even if Ben's father was Draco, I would still stand by you and help you in any way I could. I love that little boy and…" Remus immediately stopped in mid-sentence.
"And… what?"
For god's sake, Remus! Just tell him!
I can't!
"Nothing."
Harry removed his glasses and placed them on the bedside table. He stared at the werewolf and caressed Remus's cheeks. Then he whispered, "Does it have something to do with this?"
The young man leaned towards the werewolf and their lips gently touched. Harry softly kissed Remus's lips again and again. Remus closed his eyes and kissed Harry's lips just as slowly and sweetly. He found himself lost in the moment and he did not want to stop kissing the young man now in his arms.
Harry broke the kiss and they looked into each other's eyes. The intensity they both saw there was all that was needed. Remus pulled Harry's jumper over his head and caressed the bare skin. Harry had regained his pre-pregnancy figure, though Remus could that Harry's belly was softer than it had been before. He played with the young man's nipples, pinching and twisting them until Harry was gasping uncontrollably.
"Oh, god! That's nice, Remus."
Remus smiled, pinned the young man to the bed and began to assault him with kisses and licks. He kissed Harry's neck and moved his way down to the hot, bare chest. He moved his tongue up and down the well-toned body, teasing Harry's navel.
Remus whispered, "You're so beautiful, Harry."
Harry moaned with delight and reached down to unzip his trousers but the werewolf whispered a charm which instantly pinned Harry's wrists to the duvet.
Remus looked up and said teasingly, "No, no, no."
He slowly unzipped the young man's trousers and gently pulled out his red-hot erection. Licking his lips, he darted his tongue around Harry's cock head. Harry moaned in sheer delight and Remus flicked his tongue around the young man's erection. As Harry writhed in need, Remus licked up and down the long hard cock whilst cupping his balls.
Harry gasped, "You're wearing too many clothes."
Remus smiled cheekily, an expression that Harry had never before seen on his face. The older man said softly, "I suppose I should take them off."
He stood up and pulled Harry's trousers and boxer shorts down his legs, removing them completely; next, his own shirt was removed and thrown to the floor. He pulled off his socks and shoes and unzipped his trousers, pulling them, and his boxers, down his legs. When all his clothes were on the floor, he took a jar of lubricant from his chest of drawers.
He knelt on the bed in between Harry's legs, slowly and teasingly pouring lubricant onto his hard cock. He knew he could have used the spell, but he wanted to tantalise Harry and let the moment last. He gently lifted Harry and inserted two of his lubricated fingers into the young man's bottom; scissoring his fingers, he deliberately brushed against Harry's prostate. The young man arched his back and moaned at the touch. Remus began to move his fingers in and out of Harry, always brushing against his prostate.
Harry begged, "Please. I want your cock in me. Fuck me please."
Remus whispered, "No, I will not fuck you." He removed his fingers from Harry's bottom and then lifted Harry's legs over his own shoulders. "I will make love to you."
The werewolf slowly entered Harry, taking delight in the young man's tightness until he was buried to his balls. He remained still until Harry had become accustomed to the invasion; then he whispered a charm and Harry's arms were free. The young man wrapped his arms around the back of the werewolf's neck and pulled him close for a kiss. They kissed passionately, tongues playing with tongues.
When the kiss ended, Harry pleaded, "Please. I need you to move."
Remus knelt up, his cock still buried inside Harry, and held onto the young man's waist. He moved inside Harry slowly and gently, enjoying the sensations gripping his rock hard erection. He touched the young man's prostate and Harry's eyes widened at the slow and deliberate probing.
"Oh…. oh GOD! More, please, MORE!"
Remus continued to tease the young man by slowly thrusting inside him. Harry tried to thrust his bottom towards Remus for more friction but Remus gripped onto his hips harder and kept his slow pace. He held his head back and moaned as the muscles in Harry's anus tightened around his aching cock.
When he could take no more, Remus began to move faster and harder inside Harry, still touching his prostate.
"Oh yes! Remus! Yes, THAT'S IT!"
The werewolf leaned forward again as he impaled Harry, trapping the younger man's cock between the two of them. Harry reached over to grab his trapped erection, but Remus caught his wrists and pinned them to the bed; he drove faster and harder into Harry until he could feel his own need to come. Harry writhed, thrusting towards the werewolf so he could increase the intense pleasure. Remus could feel pre-cum leaking from Harry's cock onto his own chest and it excited the werewolf still more. He moved harder, stimulating Harry's cock with his chest, and after a few hard thrusts Harry came with a scream, his sperm leaking onto Remus' body. As Harry relaxed on the bed, enjoying his orgasm, Remus was pushed over the edge and he came inside the young man with a howl.
He collapsed onto Harry and they lay in silence for what seemed like an eternity, feeling the warmth the sex had brought onto them. Eventually Remus moved, and as he kissed Harry's cheek and neck, he had never felt so complete or so happy.
Harry had no idea how long he had been lying on Remus' chest but he did not care. He had been waiting for this moment for too long, and it had been worth the wait. Remus' fingers wrapped around his messy black hair before gliding down his face and the side of his body. He realised that this was what he wanted and that he was ready to declare it.
Remus looked down at the young man and whispered, "I love you."
Harry raised his head and smiled. "I love you too."
He lifted himself off the bed and stood over the werewolf, then leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth. Remus held onto Harry's waist and kissed him back passionately and urgently. The intimate moment was suddenly interrupted by the sound of Ben's crying from the next room.
Harry got up instantly, pulled on his boxer shorts and walked through to the baby's room. He looked into the cot and saw that the dummy had fallen out of Ben's mouth. Smiling to himself, Harry picked it up and put it back in Ben's mouth. The baby was instantly calm. He saw Harry and lifted his arms as if to reach for him; Harry gently picked him up and sat down on the edge of the bed. Cuddling Ben, he gently rocked him back to sleep.
"What a beautiful sight."
Harry turned his head and saw Remus standing in the doorway. The werewolf moved towards the bed and sat down beside Harry. Through half-open eyes, Ben saw his father and smiled. He sleepily lifted out his arm to Remus.
Harry smiled at Remus. "I think Ben is glad you're his father as well.
"I still can't believe that Draco could be so cruel about our son. Yes, it hurt when he called me a whore and when he tried to strangle me, but what really hurt, what hurt the most was when he called our beautiful baby a freak. I feel sorry for any children he brings into the world."
Remus wrapped his arm around his shoulder. "It's all right now. I promise I will never let him hurt you again."
Harry had heard these words before, but he knew he could believe the werewolf, for Remus had always been there and always would be. When Ben was fast asleep again, Harry put him back into his cot and stood there watching his sleeping son. He felt Remus's arms wrap around his bare chest.
Remus kissed Harry's cheek. "Come to bed, Harry."
Harry hesitated then shook his head. "I can't. What if Ben needs me?"
Remus stroked Harry's hair. "Then you can still go to him, but he needs to be on his own." He kissed the back of Harry's head. "Come to bed."
Remus took hold of Harry's hand and the young man did not hesitate when Remus led him back to the bedroom.
The End