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That had been one week before he'd found Scorpius coughing up blood all over his bed. That was a day Draco would never forget...

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Draco was awoken quickly by a house-elf shaking his shoulder chanting "Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Malfoy!" And before he could bring himself to answer, he heard it - a horrible retching noise echoed across the wing of the Manor he was in, shocking Draco up from his bed and looking over to the other side. Astoria lay asleep, calm and pristine as she normally was when awake. Draco shot out of bed, rushing to the door of his bedroom and flinging it open, not caring about the loud bang! it created as he ran down the hallway. He followed the only light in the hallway, a doorway right at the end, shining bright.

He stopped in shock at the door to his son's large bedroom, gaping. Scorpius lay in bed, a House-elf having turned the lamps on in his room to reveal Scorpius coughing violently, his clean white shirt drenched in a dark liquid.

Draco's heart stopped. "Scorpius!" He instantly rushed inside, kneeling next to his son and lifting his head, swallowing back the bile that rose in his own throat as blood dripped from between his fingers. "Gemma!" he commanded to the House-Elf, acting on instinct. "Get a Healer, immediately!"

That night, Draco spent long hours holding his son against his chest and combing fingers through his hair, whispering soft words of reassurance in his ear as he was cleaned up of all the blood and checked over by a Healer that had run, frantic, into the room a few moments after Gemma disapparated from the room.

Astoria had spoken nine words to the room, not addressing her husband, nor her violently sick son. "I will not have a defect as a child." She turned, storming out and back to the bedroom. That night she packed her bags and left, papers filing for divorce appearing on the kitchen table the next morning. Scorpius had only just fallen asleep after the coughing fit had stopped and a Healer helped pour a calming draught as well as a dreamless sleep down the child's throat.

That had been the beginning of the end, if you will.

Now Draco sat down next to Scorpius, tears pouring from his eyes as Scorpius crawled in his lap, dragging along the few plush toys he was playing with. He wrapped his arm tightly around his son, a few, quiet sobs wracking his chest. Scorpius paused in his playing, looking up at his daddy with wide eyes, innocent and scared. "D-Daddy? What's wrong?"
"O-Oh Scorpius... I-I'm so... so sorry..."

It was a few minutes later that Harry came in, swallowing hard as he gazed down at the pair. Silent tears still streamed down Draco's face, dripping from his chin to the very confused, very worried boy in his lap. Harry's hand tightened its grip on the doorknob for a fleeting moment while he pulled himself together. They couldn't scare the boy. He wouldn't understand, not really.

So Harry walked in and lifted Scorpius, pulling Draco to his feet at the same time. "Come on," he whispered. "Scorpius, Hermione needs to see you for just one second. Okay? I'll take care of Draco."

"N-No! Daddy! What's wrong!"

Draco shook his head towards the brunette, pulling Scorpius back in to his arms with a small tug and cradling him to his chest. "He needs to know, Potter, even if it's just a small detail." He prided himself on the fact that his voice did not shake. Walking over to the bright white and blue bed, Draco sat down with Scorpius in his lap. He wiped at his tears, giving himself a moment to calm down - even if only slightly. "S-Scorpius. There is something I need to tell you..." The child gave a small nod, eyes wide as he gazed up at his father, hands against his chest. "You... You..." He swallowed audibly. "You're very sick Scorpius, and me, Harry, and Mrs. Weasley are going to do our b-best to find out what is w-wrong, but for now you might not get any better. But I want you to know that we are trying o-our hardest, okay?" He cradled the boy to his chest who took all the information in with a silent reverie.

"O-Okay, daddy... I..." He wiggled out of Draco's arms, giving him a stern glare (as stern as a five year old who had one year to live could possibly even look) and crossed his arms over his little chest. "I trust you daddy! I know you'll make me better! Hmph."

Harry reached out, running his fingers through Scorpius's soft hair. "You're a really brave boy, Scorpius."

Scorpius smiled quietly. "I know. I had to be brave for daddy. Daddy always told me about how he had to be brave when he was my age and-and-and-" He stood on Draco's lap, wrapping his arms around his father's neck and hugging him tightly. "And I wanna be just like you when I'm older, daddy. I wanna be brave and smart!"

When he was older... Harry looked at Draco, swallowing hard. "Hermione really does need to see him," he said quietly. "Another scan like yesterday."

Draco nodded, pressing a lingering kiss to Scorpius's head and closing his eyes, breathing deeply. "I love you, Scorpius. So much." The whisper was soft, almost unheard by the occupant across the room.
"I love you too, daddy." After a few minutes, Scorpius climbed down from Draco's lap and wobbled out of the room after giving Harry's leg a hug, almost not coming up to Harry's knee.

Harry let him go, striding to Draco and pressing him close in a tight hug. "Hermione thinks there's something else she can do. She's not giving up. I'm not either. We'll help him fight this, Draco."

Draco's arms almost instinctively wrapped around Harry's torso, head pressed against a muscled stomach. "I-I know... it's just... five years? And only one year of life left? All he wants to do is play Quidditch, g-go to Hogwarts..."

"He will," Harry promised. "He'll be fantastic. The professors are bound to adore him - who wouldn't? And everything'll be just fine. He will go to Hogwarts. He has a future."

Draco let out a sardonic laugh. "Let's just get past the next year, alright Potter? I'd like to get past that first before I focus on Hogwarts and classes and books and... crushes. Bloody hell." His head thumped back against Harry's stomach.

With a small smile, Harry rubbed his back. "Then let's just take it a day a time."

He gave a small nod, standing up and resting his chin a top Harry's head, a small chuckle escaping his lips at the awkward height difference. "Okay, okay." Sucking in a shaky breath, he exhaled, his shoulders relaxing slowly. "You really need to stop being my knight in shining armour."

"But I'm clearly excellent at it." He tilted his head back, smiling.

Draco rolled his eyes, an expression of warmth, of laughter, taking over his face as he leaned down, pressing his lips to Harry's softly. "Oh shut it, Potter." He murmured.

Harry teasingly stuck out his tongue. "Prat."

Draco raised a pale blonde eyebrow. "Oh, am I now?"

"Oh, Draco. Once a prat, always a prat." He grinned, fingers curling into the blonde's shirt. "Maybe some of my own sparkling personality will rub off on you. If you're lucky, of course."

He tilted his head, a small meek smile pushing at his lips. "If I'm lucky?" He pulled the Gryffindor flush against him. "I think I'm lucky enough, thank you."

Harry gazed at him beneath half-lowered lids, eyes dark and amused. "You sure about that, Malfoy?"

Malfoy licked at his lips, leaning down to nip at Harry's ear, whispering huskily. "I'd be careful, Potter. You never know what might happen when hanging around a Malfoy." His fingers carted lightly under Harry's t-shirt, nails grazing over his back like brushes of air.

"It's Potters you should watch out for," Harry replied, hands sliding down Draco's back to cup his arse. He give it a firm squeeze, biting his lip. "We move quickly when we want something."

Draco's breath hitched before he pulled the lobe of Potter's ear between his teeth, grinding his hips against the shorter male's and leaning down to nip and suck at his neck, leaving a few deep red marks in his delicious sun-kissed skin.

"Well then," he murmured lowly, "we're just a pair people will have to watch out for." He pulled Harry's shirt down over his shoulder and bit down almost harshly, leaving a blooming purple mark. "Aren't we?"

"At least..." Harry moaned, hips bucking up into Draco's. "At least we can certainly handle each other."

He let out a quiet, strangled sound, hands clawing down lightly to grab at Harry's arse, pushing their hips together and sucking at Harry's neck intently. "We better," his voice rasped.

"Godric, Draco." His hands dug more firmly into the blonde's deliciously pert arse, keeping him as close as possible as he writhed against him as well as he could in this position.

Draco managed to collect himself enough so that could grab Harry's face and devour his mouth with a soft moan.

Harry's head fell back after a moment, breaking the kiss. "Tonight," he said, voice low and husky, "after Scorpius goes to sleep, we're going to find out just how much we can handle."

Draco gave a small start, covering it by nipping at Harry's chin, hands caressing every inch of soft, supple skin his greedy, nimble fingers could reach. "You sure you can even handle the thought, Potter?" he murmured, caressing stomach as he pressed their lips together. "You're shaking at the knees."

Harry hooked his leg around Draco's and curled his fingers into his shirt, pinning him on his back on the bed in one quick flip. He pressed their hips together, his own grinding down, and his teeth went at Draco's neck in quick little nips. "I think I just might be able to."

Draco let out a strangled moan, rutting up against Harry's hips and pulling him down to devour his lips in a kiss. "I take back - what I said." He nipped harshly at the others lips, hands tugging through straggled strands of brown hair. "You're going to be the death of me, Potter."

Harry let out a breathless laugh, teeth latching onto Draco's neck. His hands slid down and beneath the blonde's shirt, moving quickly over the heated skin.

"Harry!" A voice called from the living room, jerking Draco violently back to reality and jerking out from below the brunette.

"Godric," Harry muttered, getting to his feet and smiling at Draco. "The timing around here's horrid."

Draco chuckled breathlessly, trying to get some semblance of order over his clothes and hair. "Y-Yes, that's what happens when you have a rampant five year old. Be glad he sleeps like a log."

"I'll believe that when the door doesn't swing open tonight while I'm buried inside you." With a rather pleased smile, Harry walked out. His hair and clothes no more rumpled than usual. The little marks on his neck, though... He lifted a hand to them and his smile widened. "Yeah, Hermione?"

"Just letting you know that I'm going. Tomorrow I'll come by with a list of potions I want Scorpius to start taking. They'll be better than the Muggle vitamins." She smiled at the boy. "Thank you very much for letting me examine you, Scorpius."

The little boy giggled, nodded, and ran over to Harry, hugging his leg tightly. "There were so many pretty colours!" Scorpius laughed, dancing around with a finger pointed in the air, making 'swoosh' noises as if to signal a wand casting a spell.

"Oh really, Scorpius?" Draco spoke up from behind the brunette, brushing past him with the simplest of touches.

Harry smiled at him and Hermione's brows winged up and disappeared beneath her bangs. Well. That explained what they'd been doing. She sent Harry a knowing look just to watch him squirm, and laughed quietly when he did. "There were plenty of colors, yes. No more than yesterday, though."

Knowing that to be a good sign, Harry smiled. "Good."

"Yes." Her smile warmed. "Draco, you were always rather good at potions. Are you willing to make some of these yourself?"

He nodded eagerly. "Yes, yes. Anything." He looked down at Scorpius, hope beginning to bubble in his chest before it was viciously squashed. No, no. One step at a time, just like Harry said. "I'll need a list of the names and maybe ingredients if you have them. If not, I'll find them."

"I'll bring you what you need tomorrow afternoon. I'm being sent on maternity leave soon, so I'll be able to focus on him more." She ruffled the boy's hair, smiling. "Draco... You really have done an amazing job with him."

The elder blonde blushed, ducking his head as he pulled Scorpius against his leg, gently running his fingers through soft locks that only a child could have. "T-Thank you, Gran... Hermione. I tried." Scorpius smiled, tilting his head up to gaze at his daddy far up above him.

"You're excellent at trying, then." She smiled, taking up a bit of floo powder. "And don't break Harry, alright? I'm rather fond of him." And with a laugh, she was gone.

Harry only grinned. "Think you can break me, Malfoy?"

Draco laughed warmly, shaking his head as Scorpius ran off, Draco keeping a warm, silver-hued eye on him. "At this point, I think you're going to break me, Potter."

"I'll give it my best shot at least." Harry's grin widened. "How long before Scorpius's bedtime?"

Draco rolled his eyes. "Keep it in your pants, Potter. Merlin." He walked off in to the kitchen after (albeit extremely giddily) casting a quick tempus charm with his wand. "It's ten past five so not for another four hours at least." He disappeared behind the warm-toned red wall and into the kitchen.

"I like that you felt the need to check the time." Harry followed, wrapping his arms around Draco from behind. "Going to use your wand like a giddy seventeen year old that just got the Trace taken off?"

He hummed contently, leaning back against the Quidditch-strengthened grip, allowing his eyes to slip closed. "I think I'm allowed to be slightly giddy, Potter. I'm going to get laid, my wand is back in my possession, my magic isn't a ticking time bomb inside of my body waiting to explode, and my child has a chance of coming back from the brink of death. I think that warrants me to be a bit gitty."

"Oh, there we go. I was wondering when I'd see the Draco Malfoy I remembered." He turned his head, nipping at the blonde's neck. "He's sexier than I recall."

Draco tilted his head to the side, showing an expanse of silky white skin. "Oh really? And what did you think of the so-called 'previous' Draco?" He purred, pushing his hips back against Harry's with a small roll.

"Thought he was a rather irritating prat, all pale and pointy and bossy." Harry bit into his neck, sucking at the raised skin. "And bloody snarky. I used to want to bite his mouth to shut him up."

A strangled moan escaped his lips. "I have a feeling he would of loved to see you try." He hissed at a particularly harsh bite, arching his back slightly.

"Bugger, Draco. If I would've thought for even a second that I could bite at you without getting hexed sideways, I would have done it." He pushed Draco's shirt up, licking at the exposed skin of his back.

He swallowed audibly and groaned, craning his neck back as his lips parted to let out shaky breaths of air. "While you're down there, Potter," he chuckled lowly, moaning enthusiastically. "Mind giving me a hand?" He ground his hips back against Harry's, shuddering at the contact.

"Merlin, yes." Harry snatched up his wand and sent a spell down the hall that would let them both know if Scorpius started their way and put it back away before sliding his hands around Draco's waist. He pressed the heel of one hand against the bulge, scraped his teeth along Draco's spine.

Draco let out a low, guttural moan, pressing his hips firmly against Harry's hand and reaching behind him to tug a hand through Harry's hair. "M-Merlin- Potter-" he moaned wantonly.

"This you can pay back in all the ways you want," Harry assured him, undoing the button and dragging down the zip. He palmed Draco's stiffened cock through the boxers he wore beneath - of course they'd be silk - and lifted his head to bite into the blonde's neck.

Draco tugged at Harry's hair, titling his head at an awkward angle and smashing their lips together, devouring Harry in a kiss as he rutted against the brunette's hand, moaning at the heat of his calloused fist against his cock.

Groaning into Draco's mouth, Harry pushed the boxers down to better grasp his shaft, thumb rubbing against the head. His other hand clung to the blonde's hip.

"Harry..." The blonde groaned, arching his back and not caring about anything but the feeling of that glorious hand on his cock as he watched Harry's fist move up and down along his length, stroking faster and faster.

Dropping his mouth to Draco's shoulder, Harry bit in. A wandless spell slicked his hand, so he was able to grip a little firmer and move a little faster.

Draco thrusted his hips against Harry's hand, breaths coming in short gasps as moans slipped from between kiss swollen lips. "O-Oh gods... Merlin..."

"Let go," Harry breathed, nibbling his earlobe. "Let me hear the sound you make when you let go."

Draco groaned lightly, turning his body just so to rest his forehead against Harry's, his fingers digging in to sun-kissed shoulders as his hips jerked forward, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the kitchen. "Harry," he gasped, chest heaving, sweat trickling lightly against his forehead as his blonde bangs swayed in his face.

"Sweet Merlin, you're gorgeous," Harry managed, closing both hands over Draco's shaft to double his efforts.

Panting harshly, chest heaving, Draco leaned down and bit harshly against Harry's shoulder, moaning at the small tinge of blood that touched his lips as he dragged his nails lightly over Harry's chest, his hips jerking forward harshly with every ragged breath.

Harry made a sound that was akin to a whimper, dropping one hand to his own jeans, pushing them low on his hips. He grasped his own leaking cock and gasped. "Bloody fuck," he hissed, knees quivering.

Draco reached down, hand shaking as he wrapped it around Potter's leaking prick, jerking him roughly, hands slicked with sweat as he lapped and nipped at his neck, breathing beginning to come harshly as he felt himself rapidly coming closer to the edge.

Harry's head tilted automatically, providing Draco with better access. His own orgasm was coming in leaps and bounds. His glasses were slipping, but he ignored them, rocking his hips forward into Draco's long-fingered hand.

Grabbing Harry's glasses from his face, he dropped them to the kitchen table behind them, leaning forward and smashing their lips together, tongue delving in immediately as he felt his orgasm curling in his stomach. "H-Harry-!" he moaned gutturally, hand moving faster and his grip tightening as his thumb swiped over the head of Harry's cock, his hips jerking forward.

Harry couldn't see a thing beyond Draco's face and was completely and wholeheartedly alright with that. He dragged his teeth over the man's bottom lip. "Close," he gasped. "Merlin, Draco."

Draco jerked his head in the form of a nod, pressing their lips together before his whole body jerked, white bursting behind his eyelids as he came with a loud moan of "Harry!" His hand tightening mercilessly around Harry's cock.

His own orgasm tearing through him, Harry's teeth sank roughly into Draco's lip, the hand not around his prick stealing into his hair to grip fiercely.

Draco felt Harry's orgasm, his lip and hand covered in warm liquid as he panted harshly against Harry's chest, forehead resting on a sweat-slicked shoulder. "M-Merlin..." he panted quietly.

Harry sank down to the floor because standing was suddenly way too much effort and brought Draco with him. Unable to form a complete sentence just yet, he smiled a little devilishly and began sucking Draco's release from his fingers, taking his time and watching the other all the while.

The disheveled blonde groaned, leaning forward and pulling Harry's hand closer, taking a small lick of his covered finger before humming in pleasure and leaning forward, leaning over Quidditch toned legs and whispering against Harry's lips. "How do I taste, Potter?"

"Disgusting," he teased before licking the blonde's lips.

Draco leaned forward, pressing their lips together, his tongue coming to swipe out against Harry's battered and bruised lips. "Sorry about that. Guess we'll just have to stop if I taste so disgusting then, won't we?"

"Not on your life, Malfoy. I plan on doing a lot more tasting soon. And a lot more other stuff as well." Harry leaned back against table leg, trailing his fingers over Draco's chest. The shirt was very easily vanished so he could roam over bared flesh, and he wondered why he hadn't thought of that sooner. "You really are gorgeous."

He chuckled warmly, crawling forward on hands and knees to lay against Harry's chest, between his legs, head resting right over a sure-beating heart. "I know." He gazed at the both of them, starting from their feet (which we're an odd length apart due to the apparent height difference between the love- dear Merlin. They were lovers, weren't they?) and all the way up to Harry's chin, leaving a small kiss against a stubble-grown feature. "What does this make us?" he muttered quietly after a few tense moments... for himself anyway.
"Hm?" Distracted from his own thoughts, the hand that had been stroking Draco's back paused. "Almost-lovers, I reckon. Hopefully the 'almost' can get dropped tonight because I would very much like to make love to you, Draco."

The fingers tracing random patterns over the arm that was locked securely around his waist froze. "L-Love?" His whisper was low, almost a simple breath from between his lips. He truly hoped to Salazar that Harry couldn't feel his heart pounding against his chest.

That arm tightened its grip ever-so-slightly. Had he said the wrong thing? He hadn't quite figured out the labels for them himself yet, so what they did together felt like it mattered. Harry had long ago given up questioning every single emotion he felt, had learned to trust himself. "Yeah," he murmured.

Draco swallowed, sitting up and turning his body around, ignoring their nakedness he reached out and caressed Harry's face softly. His eyes were warm yet guarded, as if the walls of Azkaban had been knocked down just to be rebuilt as if made from owl feathers. "Y-You love me?" Right now, at this moment, he didn't care if his voice shook. If he finally had a chance, no matter how marginally small, to finally find a love that he just knew would work, he would take it. Pride be damned. It's not like he had much left as a vault-empty, property-stolen, wifeless Malfoy with a sick child. Scorpius was enough for him. But this..

Harry lifted a hand to the one at his face, held it there. "I know I love your son. And I know I've never felt this much or exactly this way with anyone else, never wanted to do more for someone. Ron says I have a saving people complex." He smiled slightly. "But this goes beyond that. I need to help, just to make you happy. If I don't love you, I'm falling fast."

There was a moments hesitation before Draco leaned forward and sealed there lips together in a kiss that made fire boil through his veins, warming him from head to toe. The kiss left something of a promise on Draco's heart as his lips moved against the brunette's.

Sinking into the kiss, Harry twined his arms around the blonde and held on. Warmth flooded him, had him moaning softly into Draco's mouth even as his tongue slipped between his lips.

Draco's breathing was short as he took in the heady smell of grass, blueberries, cinnamon and something that uniquely fit the wondrous, gorgeous man in his arms. "H-Harry," he gasped quietly, heart pounding. "S-Scorpius needs to be put to bed."

"Thought it was too early," Harry reminded him, holding him tightly. "But Teddy was still taking naps at Scorpius's age. Think we can manage that?"

His heart thundered in his chest, "I think we might be able to." He gave a soft laugh, "but he still needs a bath. And well.." he pressed a small kiss to the corner of Harry's mouth, intertwining their fingers. "You've seen how that works."

"Cheat?" he said hopefully. "Couple of cleaning charms and we'll give him a real bath in the morning."

Draco sighed softly, caressing Harry's cheek with a warm palm. "I wish we could, but that amount of magic working on him only makes him get violently nauseated and his skin will break out in a small rash in the most atrocious places for a five year old to have to bare." He pressed his lips to a sweat-soaked forehead. "I'll have to give him a bath; sorry, love." The name slipped out before a conscious thought followed, freezing Draco in his spot.

Harry only smiled, touching his hand. "I understand. It's fine." He took Draco's hand from his cheek, pressed a kiss to the palm. "It's not like I'll want you less if we wait a bit."

He gave a quick roll of warm silver eyes before standing, pulling himself completely away from the brunette and walking the few feet across the kitchen to grab his wand and re-conjure his shirt, readjusting himself and zipping his trousers back up before sending a small smirk Harry's way. "You might want to dress again before you traumatize my poor innocent five year old."

Smiling, Harry got to his feet and zipped up his jeans. "Want to clean us up with your shiny little wand?" he teased.

Draco smirked, leaning back against the counter and running a hand through his tousled hair. "And what do I get out of that? You seem to forget, dear Harry, that I'm a sneaky little Slytherin, and we don't do anything without getting something in return."

"Maybe I'll show you all the interesting things I can do with my tongue," Harry offered, smile going wry.

The blonde let out a haughty laugh, pushing away from the counter and grabbing Harry by the shoulder, he pulled him close and pressed their lips together in a chaste kiss. "Can't wait. But for now we have a five year old to bathe before he gets suspicious about where his daddy disappeared to." Giving Harry's shoulder a small shove, he walked around him and cancelled the charms Harry had placed with a small, giddy flick of his wand.

Harry gave a small start before smiling widely and trailing behind the blonde. Bath time. Let the fun ensue.

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