Unfinished Business
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WARNING: Same as first chapter.
SUMMARY: Same as first chapter.
Happy Endings
"Did you like the wedding?" Harry asked as he opened the door to his cottage that evening.
"Yes," James giggled happily as Draco carried him into the house, to which his parents laughed.
"Really. How much did you like it?" Harry asked as he turned to them.
"This much," James exclaimed as he stretched his arms out wide.
"Is that so," Harry said as he lifted James out of Draco's arms. "I think I liked it to," he said as he started for the stairs.
"Did Papa like it?" James smiled.
"Yes. Papa liked it a lot," Draco said as he followed them into James' room.
The wedding of Ronald Bilius Weasley and Hermione Jean Granger, now Weasley, went off without a hitch, though there had been a few close calls. The first had been when Draco had finally cornered Ginny Weasley in the kitchen and swore that he would make her life miserable for her role in separating him and Harry. The second had been when James had performed his first bout of magic when he had a piece of wedding cake soar through the air and smack Ginny right in the face.
Ginny hadn't been seen for the rest of the night.
Though her disappearance hadn't gone unnoticed, the rest of the night had been a great success, especially when Hermione had tossed her bouquet in the air at the end of the night and it promptly landed in Harry's lap. To say Harry was a little shocked was an understatement, considering he was nowhere near the direction of the toss.
"Just go with it," Hermione had said, kissing him on the cheek before leaving with Ron to their honeymoon.
After getting James ready for bed, Draco retreated into the master bedroom where he found Harry lounging on the bed with his arm draped over his eyes.
"You should have kept the bouquet," the blonde said as he climbed on the bed next to Harry.
"And get trampled by all those deranged men and women at the wedding?" Harry laughed. "I think I like my limbs more thank-you-very-much."
"It's just that, the saying goes that whoever catches the bouquet will be the next one to get married."
"I didn't catch it, it was spelled to me, even if Hermione denies doing it," Harry smiled as he sat up on the bed.
"Even so, you caught it and the omen still stands. Ignoring an omen is bad luck."
"Gees, Draco. You're starting to sound like Trelawney," Harry laughed. "Next thing you know, you'll be predicting my death, severaltimes over," he said as he walked over to his dresser and took off his robe.
"I'm only into the good predictions," Draco said as he walked up to Harry and wrapped his arms around the shorter wizard's waist from behind, "like the ones where we live happily ever after with James, or the one where we maybe even have more kids," he said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black box. "But right now I'm more interested in the one where you say 'yes' to marrying me."
"Draco," Harry said, shocked as the blonde opened the box to reveal the Malfoy ring resting within.
"Harry, even though I was stopped from doing this three years ago, I have never stopped loving you. I have never stopped hoping that some way, somehow, we would have our happy ending together. Now we're close to finally having it. Just say that you'll marry me."
"Of course I'll marry you," Harry smiled as the ring was slid on his finger, before he spun around and leaped into Draco's arms. "I was so afraid that you didn't want this anymore."
"I wanted it only if it was with you," Draco said as he wrapped his arms around Harry's waist. "It brings out your eyes," he said as the green and silver within the ring sparkled to match Harry's bright eyes.
"It brings out both of our eyes," he said as he leaned in for a kiss. "I bet it was a bitch getting Astoria to give it back to you."
"I never gave it to her. Though she did ask for it, several times in fact, it was never meant for her."
"That's good to know," Harry smiled before leaning in for a much longer kiss.
"If you and Papa awe gettin marwied, does dat mean Papa's not leavin uth again?" James' little voice asked the next morning when Harry and Draco told him the great news.
"James, nothing in this entire world will make me leave you and your daddy."
"Good, cauth being a good boy ith hawd."
Laughing at James' proclamation, Draco put James down in his circle of toys before following Harry into the kitchen.
"Maybe we should have held off from telling James that we were getting married," Harry laughed as he took out a frying pan from the cupboard.
"And when were you planning on telling him, when you were walking down the aisle?" Draco joked.
"When he boarded the Hogwarts Express," Harry said, putting the pan on the stove before turning it on.
"I think he would have figured it out before then, he is a Malfoy after all," the blonde smirked as he started passing Harry food for the pan.
After that, Draco became really quiet, only smiling and nodding when Harry spoke to him. As he helped Harry with breakfast, he tried to build up the courage to ask his fiancé something that had been on his mind for a while now.
Building courage wasn't a foreign concept for Draco, after all it took a lot of courage to ask Harry to marry him. But having courage was a hard one to achieve for the former Slytherin. It wasn't one of his more prominent virtues.
Finally, as Harry placed the final touches on their meal, Draco decided to just come out and say what was on his mind.
"Harry, I was wondering… Seeing as how my mother wasn't in on the whole 'break us up' plot, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind us taking James over to Malfoy Manor to see his grandparents."
"I don't think that's a good idea," Harry scoffed. "You're mother doesn't even know that we're together again and Astoria might still be hanging around the place. You were supposed to marry her yesterday, after all."
"I told you that I broke it off with her the moment I saw her again. And I already told my father that I was moving in with you, and to make sure that Astoria didn't come anywhere near the manor again. I didn't search out my mother since I was so furious with her at the time. But I fire-called her last night to fill her in on everything. She was furious that I didn't tell her sooner, even more so at Astoria for her role in this whole thing, but she really wants to see her grandson, and you-"
"Draco, you're rambling. We can go and see your parents after breakfast."
"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you," the blonde said in a rush as he pulled Harry into his arms.
"Okay, okay," Harry said as he pulled away. "No need to thank me so much. I know how much family means to you. It means a lot to me too, and I want James to get to know his grandparents."
"You are an angel," Draco said as he pecked Harry on the cheek. "I'm going to go and get James so we can have breakfast."
"You do that," Harry said, shaking his head as he watched the blonde go.
As good as his words, after breakfast, Harry informed James that they were going on a trip to visit Draco's parents. James had been beyond excited, knowing that he would be geting even more grandparents that will spoil him as much as his Weasley grandparents did.
When they finally arrived at the manor, with Harry looking anxious as he held onto Draco's hand just a little bit tighter than he intended, they were greeted at the door by Narcissa herself. The moment she spotted James, she cooed and cawed at him until she finally calmed down enough to greet Draco and Harry as well.
"I wasn't expecting you to show up so soon. I got your owl barely two minutes before you arrived," she said as she led them into the parlor. "Do you mind if I hold him?"
"If he lets you," Draco said as he walked up to his mother. "He's been clinging onto me for a while now. I suspect he's afraid that I'll suddenly leave."
"Nothing will make Papa leave uth again," James repeated the blonde's earlier words as he let his grandmother lift him out of Draco's arms.
"Of course not," Lucius proclaimed. "Nothing is more important to a Malfoy than family."
"So when will you two be getting married?" Narcissa asked, shocking the two young men before her. "Oh don't look so surprised. I spotted the ring on Harry's finger earlier."
"We were planning on having a quick wedding. No sense in delaying it," Draco explained. "We wanted to wait until Harry's friends came back from their honeymoon before we actually set a date."
"Do you have any ideas on where you want to hold the wedding, who you wanted to invite?"
"We were thinking about having the wedding at the Burrow," Harry chimed in.
"The what?" Lucius asked, confused.
"It's where the Weasley's live," Draco explained. "All of Molly's children have had their weddings there and Molly thinks of Harry as one of her own."
"It'll be a small wedding," Harry added, never liking a crowd, and one filled with people he didn't know would be overwhelming for the savior, "only close friends and family."
"And will that girl you used to date, Ginny, be one of your invitees?"
"I highly doubt that," Harry responded sadly. "Besides the fact that I can't even look at her without wanting to scream, I doubt she'd want to be a part of my wedding to Draco seeing as how she tried so hard to split us up."
"Good. I don't know what I would have done if I had seen her face," she said snidely. "Trying to keep a father away from his son. She should be ashamed of herself. I've already had a few choice words with Astoria and… Let's just say that she won't be coming anywhere near you two if she knows what's good for her."
Smiling at Narcissa's support, Harry and Draco felt like a great weight had been lifted. When they returned home with James a little after midday, Draco let his son settle in with his toys before pulling Harry into the kitchen.
"Do you mind if I ask you one more small favor?" The blonde asked a little apprehensively.
"One more small favor?" Harry chuckled. "Going to see your parents wasn't exactly a small favor. You have no idea how much going there terrified me."
"But my mother wouldn't have done anything to hurt you or James," Draco said as he held Harry close. "She knows how much you two mean to me."
"I didn't say that it was a logical fear. But I've spent three years believing that your family was just using me to get their reputation back. It took some time to get over that."
"I understand. Just know that my mother does care about you."
"I know that now. It just took my heart a little time to catch up to my head," Harry reassured. "So what is this second favor?"
"I was hoping that you would let me see James growing up."
"He's right in the next room-"
"No. I mean, I missed over two years of his life and I want those years back. I want to see his first words and first steps. I want to see everything. I was hoping that you would let me see your memories of them."
"Of course. You have every right to see those memories," Harry started excitedly as he moved out of Draco's arms and into the living room. "We'll have to go to the Burrow and borrow Hermione's Pensieve. I'll have to fire-call first. I wouldn't want to run into Ginny, and we'll have to ask Molly if she could watch over James while we're there."
"While we're there?" Draco repeated, following Harry through his ramblings.
"Absolutely. James is our son. We made him together and we should have experienced those memories together. Now we finally have the chance to do just that."
"Papa, come pwey wif me," James called out when he spotted Harry and Draco.
"Go play with him. Keep him distracted," Harry advised. "James gets a little upset when he sees me fire-calling people."
Harry watched as Draco reached their son and turned the boy from the sight of the fireplace. After he knew that James was sufficiently distracted, Harry set to work.
"The Burrow!" Harry called before shoving his face into the green flames within his fireplace.
As soon as his head stopped spinning from the travel, the view of the Burrow's living room appeared.
"Hello Harry, my dear. What can I do for you?" Molly said to the head in her fireplace.
"Hello Molly. I was wondering if Ginny was there at the moment."
"I'm afraid not," Molly said sadly. "After the wedding, Ginny packed up her things and moved in with Percy. She said that she couldn't face you again after you found out what she'd done," she explained before brightening up. "I can fire-call or owl her if you want-"
"That won't be necessary Molly. I'd rather not talk to her right now. I'm just not ready to see her yet," he said, but then hurried to continue at Molly's despondent face. "I actually wanted to know if I could come over for a visit today. I was also hoping you wouldn't mind watching over James for me while I show Draco a few things."
"Oh of course I wouldn't mind," Molly beamed. "I just love spending time with the little guy. Bill and Fleur won't finish work until much later, so they won't be picking up the kids for a few more hours. James will have plenty of company until then."
"Okay great. Thanks Molly," Harry smiled in relief before ending the fire-call. "The coast is clear. Ginny moved in with Percy, so she won't be a problem. And Molly said she'd watch over James while we're there."
"Great. No time to lose then."
Travelling by floo this time, with James clinging onto Draco the whole time, the trio landed in the Burrow's living room without incident.
"Foo scawy," James trembled as he mumbled into Draco's shoulder.
"Don't worry," the blonde said as he stepped out of the fireplace. "Papa won't let anything happen to you, okay?"
At the nod of the little boy's head, Draco lowered James to the floor where he was greeted by Bill and Fleur's children. Leaving James in Molly's capable hands, Harry guided Draco back up the stairs.
"So what memory do you want to see first?" Harry asked as he opened the closet to reveal the Pensieve.
"How about the day James was born?"
"Are you sure? You weren't exactly very popular on that day," Harry said apprehensively.
"I want to see everything, Harry," the blonde reassured as he kissed the back of Harry's hand. "The good and the bad. I want to see everything that makes up our little boy, starting from that day."
"If you say so," Harry said as he placed his wand by his temple before extracting the memory.
The memory swirled around the tip of Harry's wand before slipping into the Pensieve when it was lowered close enough. "Are you ready?" Harry asked as he turned to the blonde.
"More than you'll ever know."
End of Story: Unfinished Business
A/N: I hoped you guys enjoyed reading this little fic as much as I liked writing it. If you did, I've already started a "sequel" to Unfinished Business. I will write an epilogue to this story when I'm ready to post the new one. Cheers.