Unfinished Business
DISCLAIMER: Same as first chapter.
WARNING: Same as first chapter.
SUMMARY: Same as first chapter.
Reassurances
For the second time that day, the trio exited the Pensieve and landed back in the Weasley household.
"This is a mess," Hermione said as she started pacing back and forth.
"You don't actually believe Malfoy, do you?"
"What reason would he have to lie to us, Ron? Harry already wants Draco to be a part of James' life. It's not like he could trick us into doing that," Hermione said as she gestured to the blonde who was now sitting on the bed with his hands over his face.
"So, what? You expect me to believe his memories over Harry's. You saw how he was. He wouldn't lie to us about something like this."
"No he wouldn't. But I don't think Draco did either. I think the two of them were tricked."
"By who?"
"By someone who didn't want Harry and Draco to be together, someone who had a great deal to gain with their split," she deduced as she turned to the blonde. "Are you okay Draco?"
"I'll be fine," the blonde said as he took his head out of his hands. "It's just that… I've been repressing those memories for so long. Just give me a moment."
"The only person I can think of that would have anything to gain would be Astoria," Ron said. "After all, she is the one Malfoy's marrying tomorrow."
"Was," Draco said. "I broke it off with her the moment I was brought back to Gringotts."
"But you did cling to the whole marriage notion with her the moment you and Harry split."
"Ron!" Hermione reprimanded.
"Not me, my mother," Draco defended. "After Harry left me…," he started saying before the memories caught up to him again. "I left the country, went to Germany for a few months to clear my head. When I came back, Astoria and my mother had a way for our family to come out of this ordeal intact. I couldn't care less what they were planning. It wasn't until months later when my mother got The Daily Prophet to post an article about my engagement to Astoria that I even knew what she was up to."
"I remember that article. When Harry saw it, he was so distraught that he went into labor. He had James a few hours later," Ron said with more sadness for Harry than anger towards Draco. "Are you telling me that Astoria and your mother planned this?"
"It makes sense," Draco shook his head. "My mother wanted grandchildren and Astoria wanted the Malfoy name."
"There's something we're missing. Your mother wouldn't do all this just for a grandson, would she?"
"I wouldn't have thought so before, but now?"
"But that doesn't make any sense. There are ways for wizards to carry babies to term."
"But nothing is guaranteed."
"Neither is doing it the normal way. For all your mother knew, Astoria could have been barren, and then where would she have been. Besides, aren't you gay?"
"Every bit of me."
"Then why would your mother marry you off to Astoria when she knew that you wouldn't be happy?"
"She was convinced that having a child would make me happy. She convinced me of that too. That was the deal. Astoria would give me an heir and I would give her my name. Both parties win."
"Except you don't, and neither does Harry," Ron said, finally believing the blonde.
"Do you see why I need to see Harry? I have to tell him all of this."
"But you could have done that by now. My mom was more than willing to give you the address."
"But then you guys would still think that I'm trash and I don't want that. I want to have a family with Harry and to do that I need you guys to believe me. I never wanted things to end between us."
"We believe you," Hermione said as she placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Do you really, both of you?" Draco said as he turned from her to Ron.
"Stranger things have happened," Ron shrugged.
"Ronald," Hermione reprimanded.
"What?"
"It's okay. I'll take what I can get," Draco said as he got up from the bed. "Now all I need to do is convince Harry and we all know how stubborn he can be."
"Good luck," Ron said mockingly, though he meant it.
"Thanks," Draco smiled, the first time he's done so in three years.
"Papa!" James cried out as Harry carried him down the stairs.
"I know James. I know that you want your Papa, but he has certain things he needs to do today and tomorrow. Maybe in a few days you can see him again," Harry said as he placed James in the middle of his toys.
"Papa!" James cried out again, this time followed by the tell-tale signs of a temper tantrum.
"James, not today. I don't think I can handle one of your outbursts today," Harry said as he knelt in front of his son, feeling himself starting to get upset as well.
Sure enough, James' bright eyes started to shine before tears started rolling down his cheeks seconds later.
"Oh please don't cry," Harry whined as he picked up his son. "Not today of all days. I don't think I could handle it," he said, even as his tears started to fall as well.
As Harry tried to comfort his distraught son to no avail, there came a knock on the door.
"Come in!" Harry called out as he rocked James in his arms. "I'm in the living room," he called out as he heard the door open.
When his guest came into sight, Harry became beyond shocked. If he had been holding anything else in his arms, he would have dropped it in his stunned state. But since it was his own child, his arms tightened as Draco walked up to him.
"Wha- what are you doing here?" Harry asked as he subconsciously backed away from the blonde.
"I came to see my son," Draco said as he walked further into the room, "and you," he finished just as Harry's legs came into contact with the couch and he flopped down onto its cushions.
"I didn't expect you back so soon," Harry said as the blonde knelt before him and took James, who miraculously stopped crying and practically jumped out of Harry's arms and into Draco's.
"I wouldn't have left if I was given the choice," Draco said before pulling out the stuffed ferret. "It's not going to whisk him away is it?"
"No," Harry said, still a little stunned. "I only put two charms on it. One to bring us here and another to take you back."
"Good," he smiled before giving the toy to James, who seemed very happy to see his plaything again.
"I need to start dishing out dinner," Harry said as he got up from the couch.
"Great. What are we having?" Draco smiled as he took the ferret and started playing with his son with it.
"We?"
"Of course. We have a lot of catching up to do, Harry. I'll not just be popping in and out of my son's life. I want to be there for him every step of the way," he said as he walked up to Harry. "In fact, I would even like to move in if that's okay with you," he added as he held Harry's chin within his grip.
"Of course," Harry said, his mind turning fuzzy at the familiar touch. "He's your son too. I wouldn't keep him from you. But what about your fiancée?" Harry asked as he pulled away and started for the kitchen. "I take it you told her everything."
"You mean Astoria," Draco said as he followed Harry. "I ended it with her the moment I landed back at Gringotts."
"You did what? What about your wedding?"
"Cancelled. She wasn't the one I really wanted to marry."
"Oh," Harry said distractingly as he pulled plates and cups out of the cupboard. "Well, why don't you take James back into the living room and play with him for a while. He can get rather fussy when he's away from them for too long."
"Mawdurs!" James exclaimed as if to prove Harry's point.
"The toys he wants are already in the living on his play mat. Just put him down on it and keep him company while I dish out dinner."
"Okay," the blonde agreed before taking his son back into the other room.
Draco walked over to the mat that was lying in the center of the room, and placed his son in the only spot that wasn't covered with toys. Draco watched as his son picked up several toys before placing them in the blonde's arms.
"Mawdurs," the boy smiled before picking up more toys and playing with them.
Looking down in his arms, Draco saw that he was in the company of a stuffed werewolf, a black dog and a brown stag.
"I see the rat was left out," Draco chuckled to himself.
"Huh," the little boy said, looking up from playing with two animals of his own.
"Never mind," Draco smiled as he ruffled his son's already unruly hair.
Smiling up at Draco with bright eyes, James crawled out of his circle of toys and sat right in the blonde's lap before going back to playing with his toys. An overwhelming amount of love washed over Draco at the easy acceptance into his son's life. Kissing the boy on top of his head, Draco made a vow never to leave his son, or Harry's lives again.
Suddenly, a loud crash was heard from the kitchen, followed by a quiet curse from Harry.
"Daddy, hurt?" James asked worriedly as he looked up at Draco.
"Why don't you play with your toys while I go and take a look," Draco said as he lifted James out of his lap and back into his pile of toys.
Then he got up from the floor and proceeded to walk back into the kitchen.
"Fuck," Harry cursed quietly as he pulled his hand away from the shattered glass on the floor.
"Here. Let me," Draco said as he brandished his wand. A second later, the pieces of glass repaired itself back into the cup it once was.
"Thanks, but I try not to use magic inside the house," Harry said as he picked up the glass. "I don't want James thinking that he can fix things with a flick of a wand."
"But you can fix things with a flick of a wand," Draco said playfully.
"Not everything," Harry insisted before turning around and placing the mended cup in the sink.
"Does that include cuts and bruises?" Draco asked when he suddenly appeared behind Harry.
"What?" Harry asked, visibly jumping at their close proximity.
"Your finger," the blonde said as he spun Harry around and held his injured finger in his hand.
"It'll heal," he said, though he wasn't quite sure what he was saying. Draco always seemed to have that effect on him, always turning his brain into goo whenever he was too close.
"Can I at least kiss it better?" Draco compromised as he lifted the digit to his lips.
Harry opened his mouth to protest, but before he could utter one word, his finger had slipped past Draco's lips. Harry's body reacted quickly to the action, though not in the way he would have liked. He gasped as he felt the velvety texture of Draco's tongue gliding across the wound. His eyes glazed over and his face heated up as he felt his finger being caressed so expertly.
By now, Harry was pretty sure that if he hadn't been pressed up against the sink, his legs would have given way. He was also fairly certain that he was moaning, though his mind was far too gone to be sure.
Moving a little to the side, Draco slid his leg between Harry's before trusting slowly against him. Harry started panting as he grasped onto Draco's arm with his free hand. Unconsciously, he licked his lips as wave upon wave of pleasure started coursing through his veins. His arousal was quickly becoming apparent as was Draco's. He was going to lose control if he didn't stop himself now.
"Papa make Daddy booboo better?" James' tiny voice sounded from the doorway.
If anything had the power to pull Harry out of his trance, it was the sound of his son's voice. Gasping at the new presence, Harry pulled his finger out of Draco's grasp and pushed the blonde away from him, effectively cutting off the contact.
"Is Daddy all better?" James asked again as Harry came over to him and picked him up.
"I'm fine, James," Harry said as he kissed the top of his son's head. "Why don't we sit down for dinner?"
"Okay," James smiled as he held one of his toys, the ferret, in his hands.
As Harry was busy putting James in his booster seat at the table, Draco was busy trying to calm down his pulse.
It had been years since he had slept with anyone, Harry being the last. He hadn't even been attracted to anyone in that way, though he had tried if just to get over his broken heart.
However, the more time he spent with Harry, the more those old urges resurfaced. He was like a moth to the flame and Harry was the brightest fire burning him up from the inside out. He needed Harry more than either of them realized and Draco was determined to get what he wanted.
By the end of the night, Harry would be his again. No matter what it takes, Harry will love him again.
End of Chapter: Reassurances