Author's Note: Hello everyone! This chapter is more Harry-centric like I promised. Or at least he's more present. I also hope no one minds my re-telling of their past from Harry's P.O.V., but I thought it was important to see where he was coming from. I'm hoping this story will be wrapped up in four chapters at most. My writing is getting away from me again.

"It's amazing how someone can break your heart and you can still love them with all the little pieces"

-Another Beginning-

Harry hadn't had much contact with either of his best friends lately. He was best man at their wedding, but they weren't really close anymore. Every now and then he would meet up with Ron for drinks at the Leaky or floocall with Mione for a few minutes. They didn't understand him anymore. After all they'd been through, everyone seemed to move on without trouble. Like it never happened. For Harry it wasn't so simple. It was like he was stuck on autopilot. He was locked in a deep depression for the better part of six months. Hermione had set him up with several mind healers, but none of them could help him. The guilt and grief he felt for all the deaths of his family and friends was overwhelming and the press harassed him daily. For the first month after the fall of Voldemort, they were camped out in front of the Burrow where he'd been staying waiting for his official statement and interview. Many days he wished that he was still dead. It was like grasping at air trying to hold onto the life he had lost and the one that had never truly began in the first place.

One minute he was sitting at the Weasley kitchen table and all of a sudden, he couldn't breathe. He needed a new life. To be a new Harry. So he apparated away in the middle of nibbling a piece of toast, leaving everyone at the table stunned. He moved into his own flat in Muggle London, and had been signed with the Falcons for the past three months.

Harry couldn't explain why he did the things he did other than he needed this. Finally his fame was worth something. He could have whatever and anyone he wanted. He drowned his feelings in sex and drugs. His reputation as a sex god and bachelor was soon solidified and everyone he met wanted to be the one to change that. The one to catch the great Harry Potter and settle down. He let them fall into their delusions hoping for something that would never happen. Harry Potter could not give his heart to anyone because he wasn't even sure it was still there beating in his chest. He saw something in those men and women that he wanted to break like he had been broken. Until he ran into Malfoy.

The way Harry had fallen into anything even remotely close to domesticity with Malfoy surprised him. The blond drove him crazy. No doubt about that. He was a lot different from when they were at Hogwarts. Still bloody gorgeous and just as arrogant as ever, but he was actually likable. Harry figured that maybe he had never known the real Draco at all. Harry warned Draco that he didn't do relationships. No strings, no commitment. But somehow Draco had made it past the first, second, third and twentieth night! Harry wasn't even seeing anyone else because his bed was always full of an intoxicating blond git taking his breath away and making his heart race. Fucking Malfoy.

The nightmares still haunted his sleep, but he was dealing with it. The nights he spent with Draco were the only times they ever stopped. He hated to admit it, but he wanted the git around and not just to ride him until he couldn't feel his toes. Draco was someone he could talk to. They both had scars that no one else would ever understand.

"What you did in the past has nothing to do with now."

"Easy for you to say Potter. You don't have the dark mark on your arm forever for everyone to see."

"No, but I have this.", he said pulling up his fringe and displaying his scar. "The dark mark is just another scar like this one. It doesn't define you."

"You're Harry Potter. You would get accepted in a second. You probably wouldn't even have to apply, they'd just automatically have your name on the bloody list.", he grumbled.

"I doubt that. So what if I'm Harry Potter. You're Draco Malfoy. Since when does anyone or anything stand in the way of a Malfoy?"

"You're right Potter. I'm going to go down there tomorrow and demand that they look at my credentials and not just my name. And if not, I'll just throw a few hundred galleons at the headmaster. I will get my law degree."

Harry nodded in agreement. "I'd hate to see the poor bastard that tries to stop you."

And when Draco smiled at him brilliantly like he always did something too close to what he thought he wouldn't ever feel again was there and knocking on the door to his heart. It scared him shitless.

Then Draco told him he was pregnant...

Harry had never been more shaken in his life. A baby? There were rules to the game Harry was playing and he had broken every single one of them. He couldn't be a father. What did he know about being a parent? His own died before he could even make a single memory of them. Then the Dursleys beat him and broke him down till he felt numb inside. Who's to say he even could love someone unconditionally like a parent has to love their child?

When Hermione stormed into the locker room, completely ignoring the fact that she was in a room full of half naked men, yelling at him for all he was worth for missing Scorpius's birth, he felt ashamed. He walked into that room and saw Draco sitting on the bed looking completely exhausted and holding the smallest creature he'd ever seen. He wanted to try. Try to be what they needed.

The pressure slowly started to creep down on him. He was actually responsible for two people. They were depending on him and for some reason, little Scorpius and Draco held more weight than the entire future of the wizarding world had. He didn't know what else to do so he did what he was good at. He ran.

But, he couldn't stay away. Draco was home to him no matter where he went. And when he climbed into his bed at night, making love to him, he couldn't help but say all the things he wished he could do. And as he left Draco alone in the bed every morning, he forced himself to walk away without turning around. He told himself not to feel and after a while, he didn't.

-Stay-

"I can't do this anymore. This isn't what I came here for.", Draco said while shakily wrapping a sheet around his waist and began searching for his clothes. He couldn't stand being in Potter's bed or even his flat. He was an idiot. When he thought about how many people had been there, how many people Potter had fucked on top of those horrid cotton blend sheets. He had to stop himself from incendioing the lot of it. Potter included.

With some not so subtle urging from his mother, he decided to meet with Potter and discuss custody arrangements. He tried to explain that it was useless as he barely saw Scorpius anyway, but she insisted. One simply does not argue with Narcissa Malfoy.

Harry watched Draco as the blond gathered up his belongings. "Bloody hell Draco. Can't do what?", he grit out trying to calm down his anger at being left hard and aching.

"This!" Draco yelled gesturing between the two of them. "Whatever this is.", he repeated. "You're not in this with me Potter and...you just." Draco yelled in frustration. His emotions were overwhelming him. He decided to just say it. "I'm pregnant."

"Huh?"

"You heard me, I'm pregnant."

"Fuck...fuck", Harry said shaking his head to make sense of what he just heard. It wasn't really working. He rubbed at his chest trying to calm the panic surging through his veins and slow his heartbeat. "Is it mine?"

Draco advanced on him quicker than thought possible for someone in his condition. Before Harry could react, Draco's wand was pressed to his throat almost choking him. Harry gulped with great difficulty. He saw a fire in Draco's eyes that he hadn't seen since they were children.

"How dare you?", Draco hissed. "I'm not one of your whores Potter. It's yours. Whether you believe me you don't, I don't actually give a shit. I will not be giving you a paternity test. You can take that thought and shove it up right up your Gryffindor arse. Forget I even said anything. It's not like you were going to be there anyway. No strings right?", he said laughing bitterly.

"That isn't fair Draco. I never lied to you.", Harry shot back. "Did I ever promise you anything?"

"No." Draco said sadly letting out a breath of distressed air. "You didn't." He didn't bother to finish dressing, just gathered his things and walked down the hall to the floo. No sooner had he stepped through to his own living room did he hear the telltale whooshing of Potter coming in behind him.

"What do you want from me Draco?"

This was it. He was going to lay all his cards out on the table. Yes, he was about to open himself for potential disappointment and even more heartache, but it had to be done. This speech was a long time coming. Five years in fact.

"I want you to stay.", he said quietly holding his head in his hands. "With me, and Scorpius and the baby. Here because you want to be. Because you love us. I want you to stop sleeping around. I want to be a family. Those are my terms. If you can't do that Potter then get the fuck out of my flat and don't come back. Ever." He was strong and resolute in his stance. Even if Potter walked away, he wouldn't waver. For a small moment, just a millisecond, he thought he saw something in Potter's eyes that gave him hope.

Draco stood strong as he watched Potter's form disappear through the flames. He ignored the stinging in his eyes and the ache in his chest. He wouldn't shed another tear over Potter. Not surprisingly, a few hours after Potter had left, even a few days after he left, Draco half expected him to come tumbling back through the floo. He didn't.

-Not Your Usual First Date-

Adrian stared at him across the table. Draco swirled his wine around in the glass without drinking and inspected the menu as if it were the most interesting document in the entire world. The doctor had cleared him for a glass a day, but Draco didn't really feel into it. Nonetheless, he had ordered a 300 galleon bottle just because he could. Internally he was a bundle of nerves. He couldn't figure out why he had agreed to this.

"You can relax you know.", Adrian said. "I'm not going to hex you. I'm a perfectly normal guy. I promise."

"That has yet to be determined.", Draco said not looking up from his menu. "The way I see it, you have to be one of two things. Insane or a pervert."

Adrian laughed heartily, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners. "Really? I've never heard that one before. Please enlighten me on my supposed perversions."

Draco sighed loudly and closed the menu shut. "You're taking someone who is pregnant with another man's child on a date. Either you're completely mad or you have some sort of pregnancy kink."
"That's an interesting theory you've got going. I may be a little bit insane, but I'm definitely not a pervert. At least not in public.", Adrian replied smoothly.

Draco snorted; trying to hide the amused smirk threatening at the corner of his lips. "Well, there's always the elusive third option."

"Which is?"

Draco narrowed his eyes and leaned over; folding his hands on the table in front of him. "That you're one of my mother's henchmen. That she's paying you to be here. Whatever she paid you, I'll double it if you confess." He wouldn't put it past his mother to have done just that. Especially under the influence of his father who wanted Potter dead and buried more now than he ever had before.

Adrian studied Draco like he was a puzzle that needed to be solved. "Are you always like this?", he asked curiously.
"Like what?"
"So defensive. Like you think everyone wants something from you." Like you don't think you're worth anything else.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Don't they?"

He shook his head."No Draco. They don't. Did you ever consider that I'm here because I like you?"
"You don't know me.", Draco pointed out.
"Not personally, no. But I always thought of you. That's why when I talked to your mother, I had to see you again. You're still as beautiful as I remembered.", Adrian said fondly.

"It's good to see someone thinks so.", Draco muttered.
Adrian frowned at the comment. How could someone like Draco express such a low opinion of himself? He'd heard bits and pieces about Draco's past relationship. None of it good. He couldn't help but try to find out more. "If you don't mind me asking. Your ex. What happened there?"
"Nothing unusual really. He's not ready for a family. He has...issues. It's rather complicated.", he settled on.

"Do you still love him?"
"If I say yes, will that change things?", Draco challenged.
Adrian gave him a confident smile. He could recognize when he was being tested. "No. But it will prepare me for how hard I have to work to win you."

They spent the rest of the evening falling into easy conversation. They had a lot in common; both being purebloods and raised in influential wizarding families. It was the most fun Draco had in years.

-Letting Go-

"He's gorgeous! I'm sure I hate you. You always get the best looking ones. If you don't want him, I'll gladly take him off your hands.", she said looking appreciatively at the photo.

"I think I should inform your husband that his wife is a cheating slag.", he teased.

Pansy waved a hand dismissively at him. "Psh you wouldn't dare. Or else I'd be forced to tell your mother about that weekend in..."

"Fine!", he interrupted. "Bloody cow.", he mumbled under his breath.

"Good boy.", she quipped. "How did it go then? I didn't hear any reports of a man running away screaming from a restaurant with his bollocks on fire, so I'm assuming it went well."

"He was lovely. Polite. He said all the right things.", Draco said with a shrug. "It's just...I don't know if he's the one. If he's right for me."

"You mean he's not Potter.", she said blankly. "Draco. Don't do this to yourself. Not again. He's not worth it." Pansy gave him an encouraging smile. "Besides, I'm sure this one will buy you a lovely rock. Probably 15 carats. Or more...", she said dreamily; eyes glazing over at the promise of diamonds. Typical Pansy.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. He hasn't even met Scorpius yet."

"Scorpius will love him. Don't worry about that." She was likely correct. Scorpius was an easygoing child. He melted the hearts of practically everyone around him. Even when he was being the biggest brat on their side of the Atlantic.

"Am I doing the right thing? I'm four months pregnant. Shouldn't I be concentrating on the baby and not my love life?" Draco was in unchartered territory. He didn't exactly want to bring a stranger into his kid's lives. He was still feeling Adrian out and he'd feel like a horrible father if things went south and Scorpius got too attached to the idea of having another parental figure around.

"You have to worry about yourself too. You deserve to be happy. Give yourself a chance."

Draco nodded. He would take things slow. This was the first step to fixing his life and living for himself and his kids. And for the first time in a long time, he wasn't worried about Harry. Not one little bit.

-The Color Green-

Harry fidgeted in his suit and tie. It was designer and he didn't even want to think about how much it must have cost. He'd given Hermione and Ginny free reign of his Gringotts card which was also charmed to work as a muggle credit card whenever needed in order to buy him something for tonight's dinner.

This dinner was extremely important because they were meeting with a new investor for his Quidditch team. He along with a few other star players and the coach were trying to charm Herbert Fitzgerald. Fitzgerald was a portly man with a mustache that reminded him greatly of his uncle Vernon. Except for the fact that he was far from evil. He was actually charming, quite the playboy and very, very wealthy. Old money. He was looking to branch out a bit and have some fun by buying stock in the Quidditch leagues. If they could gain his support, they would be better off than any other team in the league; publicity and equipment wise. One step closer to the World Cup.

His coach, Feldman was currently schmoozing the old man. They were laughing jovially and throwing back drinks like there was no tomorrow. All Harry could think about was Draco. The blond still wouldn't return any of his owls after their argument. He knew he had to find a way to fix this. He was reducing it down to one of those hormonal fit things Ron was always complaining about when Mione was pregnant, but something told him there was more to it than that. Things had gone terribly wrong the last time they spoke. His mind faded back to the conversation at hand when he heard his name.

"The Falcons will be the best investment you ever made. I promise you Fitz, we're going to bring that blasted trophy home this year. With Harry here on our team, we can't lose.", he said grabbing Harry roughly round the shoulders.

"Isn't that right my boy?" The entire table looked at Harry.

"That's right sir. We're unstoppable." Harry said with a small smile. Feldman gave him a discreet thumbs up and returned to their conversation. Harry excused himself and went outside for a smoke.

It was a bad habit as Hermione kept reminding him and would most likely kill him one day, but it kept him off potions and all that other shite, so he kept buying them. He took a deep drag and turned his head to the side just in time to see a familiar shade of blond hair stepping from a black limousine.

The man beside Draco was handsome in a rugged way. He was obviously pureblood as well. Harry's eyes were immediately drawn to his arm which was possessively tightened around Draco's waist. His hand resting slightly on the small, but noticeable bump. The one containing HIS CHILD. Harry's ears burned with fury. It took all of his willpower not to painfully hex the man and drag Draco back to his flat and shagging him silly until the entire neighborhood knew exactly who he belonged to. It didn't help matters that this stranger's blue eyes were looking at him. As if he could see right through Harry.

Draco must have noticed Harry at that moment because he whispered something to the stranger who nodded and went into the restaurant leaving him to talk to Harry.

"So...having dinner?", Harry said a bit too calmly, though his hand was shaking slightly. He turned and took a deep drag making sure to keep the smoke from blowing in Draco's face.

"Yes." Draco said hesitantly. He saw the signs and he knew Potter was close to losing it. If the magic sizzling in the air was any indication. He instantly put himself on guard taking a step back. Potter was unpredictable when he was angry.

"Funny thing that..." Harry said thoughtfully.

"What are you on about Potter?"

"Didn't take you long did it? To jump into bed with somebody else. Even though you're pregnant with my child. What was that you said before? About wanting me to stay? Bit hard to believe you meant any of it now. You're just as full of shit as I am Malfoy, you just hide it better. Pureblood and all that.", he said with a snort.

Draco was stunned. Harry's words had done what they were intended to; they hurt him. Harry was mocking him; using his confession as ammunition. Was this how it would always be between them? He was a fool to ever have thought that Potter even cared for him a tiny bit. He never loved him. He never would. Draco had to remind himself that this was not Harry. This was Potter. Potter was cruel. Potter tried to kill him in sixth year. Potter slept around and didn't care about his kids or anyone else. "Fuck you Potter. I hate you.", Draco spat with such conviction that it shook Harry to the core.

Harry reached out, grabbing Draco' s wrist and gently spinning him around. "Wait Draco. I'm sorry okay?"

Draco inspected him wearily, but seeing a rare glimpse of Harry relaxed a bit. This was the worst part about it all, Harry had his way of peeking through at the most dire times and diluting the poison that was Potter. "I'm sorry.", Harry repeated.

"Just... unhand me Potter." He said pulling away from Harry's grip half-heartedly too tired to put any real anger behind it. As he broke free he felt a sudden pain shooting through his side. He winced and leaned over. Harry rushed to his side steadying him with a hand on the small of his back.

"What's happening? Are you in labor?" Harry asked turning white as a sheet.

Draco scowled and rolled his eyes. "No I'm not in labor you twit. I'm only five months."

"Is that too early then?" Merlin help him, Potter was absolutely clueless.

"Yes Potter. It's about four months too early."

"Then what's wrong?"

"A kick I think. Fuck me that hurt.", he said wincing again whilst straightening up.

Without thinking, Draco's hand instinctively grabbed Harry's and placed it on his belly. Harry's eyes widened when he felt a firm nudge against his palm. He never had the chance to feel before with Scorpius. For the first time in a long time Harry's heart was filled with something other than air. The goofy grin that followed was contagious and Draco couldn't help the small smile from forming on his own face because of Harry's absolute awe of the situation.

"Wow.", Harry marveled. "There's really someone in there."

"He's a strong one."

"He? You can tell the gender already?"

"Yes. Another boy. Pansy is devastated mind you.", he added with an eye roll. "I'm thinking about Callum. Callum Alexander Malfoy-Potter."

"Another constellation... I like it. You're still giving him my last name." Harry noted casually.

"Of course I am. You're his father. I wouldn't take that from you, or the boys either."

A silence spread between them that was neither awkward nor comforting. It just was.

"Thank you.", Harry said quietly. Draco could feel the emotion behind his words. No one could tell by the way Potter acted, but Draco knew he was very much attached to the idea of family. Maybe he just didn't want one with Draco. That's what hurt the most. Draco's worse fear was that one day he'd walk down Diagon and Potter would be there with a perfect little family of his own and he'd be sitting there with Scorpius and now Callum, watching from the sidelines.

"You're welcome.", Draco replied. He studied Harry momentarily before grabbing the forgotten cigarette from Harry's fingers, throwing it to the ground and stomping it out with his dragon hide boots.

"Die on your own time Potter. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a date to attend to.", he said swirling around, robes flying behind him scarily reminiscent of the late Professor Snape.

-Holding On-

"You should have seen him mate. Prancing around with that...that French bloke. What kind of person takes a man on a date when he's up the duff with someone else's child? A home wrecker, that's who.", he grumbled over his glass.

"Want me to arrest the ruddy bastard? I could you know. I'm an airer. No wait, bugger that's not right. I'm an auror. Auu-ror, he said trying the word out on his tongue." He smiled brightly, scarily proud of being able to recall his own occupation.

Harry laughed, "Okay Ron, I think it's time we got you home."

"But...but I've not even started yet."

"Mione will kill me if I let you get anymore sloshed."

"You're supposed to be the fun one."

"Not tonight mate."

Ron grumbled something about sodding wives and families and jobs and how lucky Harry was not to have to deal with any of it as he was lead to the Floo. All the while stumbling over chairs and falling into the lap of a rather large man that Harry was sure was part giant like Hagrid.

"Oi!", the man shouted shoving Ron away.

"I'm sorry sir. He's drunk off his arse." Harry apologized helping Ron up.

"Lemme go Harry. I can take 'im." Ron pulled out his wand and drunkenly shot it in the man's direction. Thankfully, his aim was not spot on. Instead, one of the overhead lanterns shattered and broke over the man's head. "Overly gigantic bastard."

"Ron. Now would be a good time to shut up", he said as the large man stood up to his full height balling his fists in anger. Harry quickly apparated them away having no time to bother with the Floo. They landed on Ron's porch. Part of Harry's shoulder had been cut in his haste and he winced at the pain. Ron scrambled out of his arms and immediately threw up. The journey was too much for his drunken state. Harry seriously considered leaving him there and running when he saw the lights turn on inside. He was too slow moving because the door was flung open and a furious Hermione was standing there.

"Hi Mione.", Harry said sheepishly.

Somehow he found himself drowning his sorrows out to his best friend in the kitchen while Ron slept it off on the tiled floor; snoring loudly. When he offered to carry him upstairs, Hermione told him to leave him there. Said he didn't deserve a bed.

"He's pregnant Hermione!"

"For Merlin's sake Harry, we know he's pregnant. What does that matter anyway? You've pushed Draco and even Scorpius to the side for years hoping that when you came to your senses, your little family would still be there waiting for you. Now that Draco is finding some happiness, you want to come in and snatch it all away from him. I love you Harry. You're my best friend, but I don't agree with your choices. Draco Malfoy is by no means an angel, but he's a person Harry and you've really hurt him. In my opinion, he's been outstanding going this whole thing alone. He's an excellent father. Scorpius is a lovely child. He's a lot like you.", Hermione said rubbing Harry's hand into her own. "Talk to me. What are you so afraid of?"

"I don't know Mione. I just...I lost my way and I couldn't do it. I know I messed up and it wasn't fair to either of them, but they were better off without me. Trust me on this. You're right. Draco has the right to move on. He deserves to be happy. I don't know why it bothers me so much."

"Because you're in love with him.", she stated. "If you won't admit it to him at least admit it to yourself."

Harry hung his head, but he didn't disagree.

"Look at me Harry. You've been through so much, but I know who you are. You're loving, kind, caring, honest. You put everyone else above yourself. You have so much capacity to love. Love people that you don't even know. That's why you saved the world from Voldemort. Not because you were the boy who lived. You could have went off to America and left us all here to fend for ourselves. It's because you were Harry and you were brave enough to risk your life. If you want to know what love is, just look around you Harry. Stop torturing yourself for what happened in the past. Let it go. Its not too late to change."

When she finished, tears had formed in his eyes. He wiped at them with his forearm. "Help me Mione. Tell me what to do. Help me get my family back.", he pleaded.

I want to thank everyone for all the love and reviews! Keep them coming. I love feedback, but it also makes me nervous because I hope people don't hate how the story progresses. There have been some very strong opinions about Harry. Mostly hate. Maybe this chapter changed your view? Just a little? No?