Unfinished Business

DISCLAIMER: Same as first chapter.

WARNING: Same as first chapter.

SUMMARY: Same as first chapter.

Resolutions

As Harry stepped into the shower the next morning, uncertainty crept into his veins. What had happened the night before had been amazing. The feel of Draco inside of him again, after so long without, brought a piece of Harry's soul back that he never thought he would have again.

But with that part of his life came fear.

What if everything Draco had been saying was a lie. What if he was just using Harry again now that he knew Harry could have children. He needed to find out the truth before he drove himself crazy with worry.

As Harry rested his head against the tile with a sigh, he let the streams of warm water cascade down his body. The feel of the rhythmic beating against his tender flesh helped to sooth his worried mind. Just as he was literally washing away his woes, the door to his shower slid opened and a very naked and sex-sticky blonde strolled inside.

"What are you doing in here?" Harry said, very aware of every piece of Draco's body.

"I'm taking a shower," the blonde said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Not while I'm in here. You know what happens whenever we shower together," Harry said as he tried to get the blonde to leave.

"Of course I do," Draco smirked, grabbing onto Harry's arm and pulling the shorter man closer to him. "That's why I came in here now."

"Daddy, Papa, I woke up and got dressed all by myself," James proclaimed when his parents finally made it into his room.

"Well so you have," Harry said proudly as he looked at his son's attire.

Though he wasn't as put together as Harry would have liked, James had indeed dressed himself that morning, a first for the little boy. Harry wasn't sure where his son's good behaviour was coming from. Whether it was actually because of Draco's presence or not, he wasn't complaining. For as long as it lasted, Harry was happy.

"Why don't you make us something to eat while I fix James up a bit?" Harry asked as he bent down to start fixing his son's clothes.

"No, I want Papa to do it," James whined as he pushed Harry's hands away.

Holding back a smile, Harry turned to Draco, who looked more shocked than anything else.

"Well, Papa… Get to it already," Harry said before leaving the room.

Guess that answered that question.

It wasn't until Harry finished breakfast that Draco and James finally came downstairs, both looking quite handsome in their black robes.

"You're not upset that he wanted me to dress him, are you?" Draco asked when he and James entered the kitchen.

"Are you kidding?" Harry smiled as he put their plates before them. "If I had known that he would be acting this well behaved, I would have kidnapped you a lot sooner," he joked.

After finishing their breakfast in record time, Harry, Draco and James took a Portkey to the Burrow. The moment they stepped foot into the bustling family home, they walked into chaos. People were rushing back and forth to put the finishing touches on the wedding before the guests arrived. Leaving James with Draco, Harry ran upstairs to see how the blushing bride was doing.

"Who is it?" Hermione's trembling voice sounded from the other side of Ginny's room.

"It's me, Harry," the aforementioned man said from the other side of the door.

"Oh Harry. Please come in. My zipper seems to be stuck."

Chuckling at his friend's predicament, Harry entered the room.

Downstairs, as Draco was feeling more helpless by the second, someone finally took pity on him.

"I see you've found your way back home," Arthur said as he came up to the blonde.

"Grandpa Otter!" James exclaimed from Draco's arms.

"Hey there, little man. Why don't you run along and play with your friends? They're in the backyard."

Shaking his head as Arthur tried to lift him out of Draco's arms, James wrapped his arms around the blonde's neck.

"Are you sure? Teddy's here and he's changing his hair purple," Arthur tempted.

Thinking for only a moment, James shook his head again before resting it against Draco's chest.

"He seems to have taken a liking to you rather quickly," Arthur smiled. "That's good. I was worried that this would be a hard transition for him."

"I think the transition has been harder on Harry than James," Draco concluded.

"Don't worry. He'll come around. He does still love you."

"And I love him too, both of them," he said as he kissed the top of his son's head.

"This is some kind of a bad omen or something," Hermione said as Harry tried using magic to zip up Hermione's dress but to no avail.

"I'm surprised at you Hermione. I thought you didn't believe in those kinds of things," Harry teased.

"I'm allowed certain liberties on my wedding day, Harry, and one of those liberties is the terrifying notion that my dress will fall down in the middle of my wedding if I don't get this zipper to go up," she hyperventilated. "This is probably payback for calling Trelawney a whack job."

At those words, Harry burst out laughing. If there was one person who was always in control, it was the woman before him. Now here she was, near hysterics, and it was just too much for him.

"Are you laughing at me?" Hermione asked in disbelief.

"Absolutely," Harry smiled. "I've just never seen you act this way."

"And you'll never see it again. Now finish helping me with my dress," she demanded.

"I'm done."

"Great. Now on to your situation," she said as she sat down on the bed. "I'm assuming that Draco has told you everything."

"Yes," Harry said, his humour quickly fading as he sat down beside her.

"And I'm guessing that you still have some doubts."

"I do."

"Then I think you need to see this to finally put your mind at ease," she patted his hand before walking over to the closet.

Following his friend of almost thirteen years, Harry walked over to the closet where Hermione was waiting with her wand drawn.

"After you," she said.

"Are you sure you wouldn't like to play with one of the other kids?" Draco asked as he sat down in the living, watching as most of the guests arrived.

James only nodded as he rested his head on Draco's shoulder.

"Do you want to see your daddy?"

Once again, James nodded his head.

"Okay," he said as he got up from the couch. "Let's see what your dad and Hermione are up to."

Following the path he took only a day before, Draco knocked on the door Ron had showed him through yesterday. With his son still clinging to him, Draco only had to wait a second for a sign that he could enter.

"Come in if it's not Ron," the voice of Hermione sounded on the other side.

Chuckling to himself, Draco opened the door and found her and Harry sitting on the bed. The atmosphere caught the blonde off guard the moment he noticed it. Both Harry and Hermione were quiet in the room. Harry's head was facing down with his hands covering his face while Hermione had her arm draped across his shoulders. At the sound of his entering, Hermione looked up at the blonde and gave him a sad smile.

"Why didn't you let James play with the other kids?" Hermione asked beside her quiet friend.

"He wouldn't let me. Every time someone suggested that he go and play, he just clung onto me more."

"Come on sweetie," Hermione smiled as she got up from the bed. "Come with auntie Mione," she said as she reached out for the child.

As if to prove Draco's point, James turned away from Hermione and clung harder onto the blonde.

"I told you," Draco said as both he and Hermione turned to Harry for help.

"Honey, go with your auntie," Harry said as he turned to his son. "You're Papa and I need to talk."

"I don wanna," James shook his head with a frown.

"James. Go," Harry said more sternly, to which James pouted before letting Hermione lift him out of Draco's arms.

A second later, Hermione was out of the room in order to give the two men some time to themselves.

"So I take it that you've seen the memory," Draco said as he watched Harry get up from the bed and walk over to the window.

"I saw it, and Hermione and I agree that, though Astoria couldn't have been working alone, she wasn't getting help from your mother," Harry said as Draco walked up behind him. "Neither of us believe that she would have put you through that much pain just for a grandchild," he said as Draco caressed his arms. "That person in your memory, the one pretending to be me, they were taking too much pleasure in hurting you."

"Then who do you think it was then?"

Before Harry could answer, there came a knock on the door.

"Hermione do you have your dress on yet? Your mother wants to know if she can start putting on your makeup," the voice said before opening the door and revealing Ginny's face. "What is he doing here?" The redhead asked as she spotted the blonde.

It was as if bells were ringing in Draco's head. Pieces of the puzzle were finally sliding into place and the whole picture was being revealed to him. Rage started boiling in his veins and without his knowing, Draco charged at Ginny. Fear quickly flashed before her eyes before she dashed from the doorway and out of sight.

"Draco, let her go," Harry pleaded as he grabbed onto his arm and spelled the door closed.

"She did it, didn't she," Draco demanded to know.

"We have no proof of that."

"But you do think it was her?" The blonde asked as Harry pulled him away from the door. "It makes sense. I can't believe I didn't see it before, that I suspected my own mother before her," he ranted as he continued.

"It's okay Draco. Calm down," Harry said as he massaged the blonde's chest so as to soothe his rage. "I don't want you charging after her, not at Ron and Hermione's wedding."

"Then what do you want me to do, let her get away with it?" Draco raged, though his temper was waning at Harry's ministrations.

"For today, yes. Just put her out of your mind for now," he said as he started trailing kisses along his neck. "Don't think of her. Think of me and what we share now," he continued as he slipped his hand into Draco's pants and started massaging the blonde's member.

Draco let out a shuttering breath as Harry played with his awakened flesh.

"That's not fair," Draco groaned as he held onto Harry's shoulder. "I wanted to be mad a second ago."

"I know," Harry chuckled as he kissed up Draco's neck. "But I want to show you how much I've missed you."

Draco groaned in bliss as Harry caressed his growing member. Then the blonde groaned in displeasure when his lover pulled his hand out of his pants. A second later, he was being guided to the bed before he was pushed down on it.

Propping himself on his hands, Draco watched as Harry got down on his knees and started unzipping the blonde's pants. Then Draco lifted himself up off of the bed as his pants and boxers were pulled down past his knees, letting his excited length spring free. Harry licked his lips at the sight, making Draco's member give a sudden twitch in excitement.

As Harry wrapped his fingers around the excited appendage, Draco gave a contented sigh. Then Harry used his thumb and started trailing the underside of Draco's cock, making the blonde groan in pleasure.

"Stop teasing me," Draco practically growled as Harry continued his slow torture.

"As you wish," Harry smiled with a predatory look in his eyes.

As Harry leaned forward, he brought Draco's cock to his mouth before letting it slide between his lips. He slowly started bobbing his head up and down as he took the blonde deeper and deeper into his mouth.

"Sweet heavens, Harry. You're going too slowly," Draco moaned.

As Harry chuckled, vibrations from his laughter rolled across Draco's member and the blonde rolled his eyes in the back of his head at the delightful sensations. The next thing Harry knew, Draco was grabbing onto his raven locks and was pushing his head up and down, fast, against the blonde's cock. Harry moaned against the hardened appendage while his head was being jerked up and down. Draco was nearing his release.

Suddenly, with a predatory growl, Draco came hard, spurting his essence between Harry's hungry lips. With one more hard thrust, Draco found himself spent on the bed as sweat covered his brow.

"Feel better?" Harry laughed as he climbed on the bed next to him.

"Much," the blonde said before trailing his hand down Harry's thigh. "Now it's your turn."

"I'll be fine," Harry smiled as he guided Draco's hand away from his awakened member.

"Nonsense. One good blow deserves another," the blonde insisted before slipping his hand into his lover's pants.

"If you insist."

End of Chapter: Resolutions