Miss You
Author: Pokari, R for mpreg.
Disclaimer: you know it's not mine
Summary: Harry was married to Draco and they had a son.
Pairings: Harry/Draco, Sirius/Severus
Time: Post-Hogwarts
Warnings: a little angst, slightly AU.
Beta by: MT.
Chapter One
Draco's POV
Draco was talking to his guests but every so often his eyes would secretly watched Harry. His Harry.
Harry would sit in the exact same spot every night, every party and he would stand at the same place where Harry could see him. And vice versa.
Tonight's party was just like every other party with the same snobbish people, and same conversation. While the wizards were talking about the newest business progress, the witches would try to get very close to him.
They would cling to him even when he showed no interest. He had all his interest on Harry. But Draco didn't object those pretty, sexy witches. He even used them to get Harry jealous.
He knew that the parties bored Harry. He would sit at his usual seat, wear his usual inert face, and took no notice of his surroundings. And he was glad that no body had tried to get Harry's attention.
He smiled at his guests while his mind was still focused on Harry. He had gone through a lot of trouble to get him where he wanted him to be, but it worth it.
Draco had proposed to him before the graduation night, and just as he suspected Harry had declined before he even finished his short speech. It hurt him a lot, more than he would like to admit. And he didn't let himself to give up trying.
It only took a word to the right people and he had Arthur Weasley fired. And another word to get to Percy Weasley.
His father's influence helped him to his next plan, which was to get the rest of the Weasley boys' out of their jobs and exclude the muggle-borns from high ranking positions.
Draco studied Harry silently, ignoring the blatant offer whispered by a sexy witch. He only noticed that the witch needed financial help to buy a proper dress robe so it would properly cover her body.
He always thought that most people befriended with him because of his father's wealth. He had a feeling that they only wanted to be famous because he was the Malfoy heir. He always looked down at that kind of man. Wizards or muggle-borns.
Harry had been famous because of what he did when he was a baby. He felt surge of sympathy the moment he first met him. He naively thought that he and Harry were meant to be best friends. They didn't need anybody else to be famous.
Now he knew how stupid he was. Harry was a kind and sweet person. Everybody wanted to be his friend for those nice merits, and he got kick out of his friendship.
They had built kind of tense relation during their study at Hogwarts. At first he thought it was because he hated Harry, and Harry hated him back. He knew that it wasn't love. He didn't need love. He was a person who had everything money could buy.
In the end he just accepted that he had been obsessed over Harry, and that didn't sound so bad. He was relieved when Harry finally accepted his offer of marriage. He didn't know Harry's reason, and he didn't need to know. Harry was his. That was the most important thing.
Draco was always worried that Harry would one day leave him. He had a feeling that Harry's friends and godfather would try to convince Harry to leave him. He had kept an eye on the letters that Harry sent and the replies he received.
Draco never told Harry that he read his mail but he thought Harry knew because he had stopped writing. He was ashamed for being so paranoid and that he didn't put more trust in Harry. He just couldn't lose his Harry. Although he doubted that Harry had ever been truly his.
Draco never trusted Harry to leave his house alone. Even if Harry didn't plan to leave him very soon after their marriage, he was afraid that someone would kidnap him in order to get to him and his father.
But soon he realised that keeping Harry in the house wasn't the answer. He was glad that his mother took matters into her hands. He respected his parents for not objecting his choice of a spouse, although he never expected them to accept Harry.
Draco had held many parties to introduce Harry to the entire Malfoy family and high-class society. He had left all the arrangement to his mother. He didn't think that Harry would want to be bothered by the details. He just hoped that those parties would cheer him up. But apparently he was wrong.
He was glad that he had chosen to go home early that day and found Harry clothed in the same robe as he came almost one year before. He had all his little possession packed, ready to leave.
Harry left all the presents Draco had bought for him, as if they didn't matter. Harry made it seem like their marriage wasn't important, and Draco wasn't worthy of him. Draco was so anguish that he confronted Harry at that very moment.
Draco nodded absently to his companion, not really listening to what she said. He wanted to be with Harry now. He glanced at his watch and counted silently. Three… two… one…
"Mummy." Draco smiled. "Mummy?"
The sound of the small feet running closer sounded loud in the suddenly silent room. A small body threw himself at Harry. "Mummy."
Lawrence Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy line. Draco was so proud of his son. Larry was a replica of himself. But he could see Harry in him. He had Harry's nice smile and kind heart.
Draco smiled at the increasingly more often ritual. Larry would runaway from his bed again to find Harry. His Mummy. It wasn't difficult to teach him to call Harry Mummy. He knew that Harry had desperately tried to make Larry called him Daddy or Papa to no avail.
Draco knew that their parents loved his son, so very much that even he couldn't believe it. And somehow he also knew that Harry had accepted the older Malfoys to be a part of Larry's life.
Draco left the details of the party to his mother but had always made sure that they had cakes left. Just in case Larry would wake up and want something to snack on.
Draco was proud of his family. Although he never showed it, he never concealed it as well. But he didn't like the way some of them looking at Harry and Larry. Especially his Harry.
Draco sighed. He couldn't help being possessive over Harry. He remembered how scared he was when Harry passed out after he confronted him. They had never had fought during their short marriage because Harry had always been so accepted about his life.
Draco had called his mother. He didn't trust any mediwizard or mediwitch, and his mother knew enough about medical field to find out what was wrong with Harry. She told him that he was going to be a father, and that he best take care of Harry.
Harry had been asleep until the morning came. He had studied Harry's pale face, savouring every detail, while thinking what his next steps would be. Draco tried to think of a reason why Harry would want to leave in the first place. Could it be because Harry already knew that he was pregnant? But Draco pushed away that thought.
He didn't know whether Harry would love their child or not, but Draco would take the risk. Deep down inside he knew that Harry wouldn't leave his own blood. With determination Draco waited for Harry to gain consciousness and dropped the bomb.
"You are pregnant." Draco told Harry softly.
"You lie. I can't be." Harry's face went paler, but Draco knew that Harry believed him.
"You won't leave this place, Harry." Draco told him softly. "I want my child and you won't get rid of him."
"What make you think…" Harry snapped but stopped when the headache attacked.
"Shh, you need to lay down." Draco gently pushed Harry back.
Harry winced a little, willing Draco to stop touching him. Draco never touch Harry unless they were having sex, or when they were sleeping and he thought Harry had dozed off.
"I will have Severus come here to check on you and give you any potions you might need." Draco continued, he was laying on the bed, very closed to Harry.
"NO." Harry tried to move and noticed that his things had been moved away.
"Try to run from me again, Harry," Draco hissed onto his ear, "and you'll never hear about your baby. And he would never know about you either. I'll make sure of that." Draco noticed Harry's body became extremely tense but he continued. "Think about it Harry. I would hate to separate a baby from his mother."
Draco sighed deeply. He had been cruel to Harry. He wondered if he loved Harry. And if he did why did it seemed like he was trying to hurt Harry every chance he got. But maybe he had done the right thing. Harry was happier after they had Larry and as much as it hurt Draco, he realised that it wasn't Harry's fault if he tried to shut Draco out of his life.
Draco had tried to do his best to make Harry's life more comfortable if it was possible. He gave Harry some space, and tried to get out of Harry's way. He had stopped all those intentional touches and worked harder to build his own business kingdom. He never failed to see that Harry's needs were all obtained and he stopped those parties he knew Harry didn't like.
But no matter how hard he tried, he never succeeded in leaving Harry alone. He would come back for the make up bedtime. He never had enough of Harry and would never have. He got a hunch that maybe Harry understood because he never sent him off and Draco would be very careful not to hurt Harry. Afterwards he would leave Harry sleeping peacefully and work harder to forget his needs. The more he had Harry, the more he craved for him.
Draco politely excused himself from his guest to walk to his family. Even while he was still confused with his feeling for Harry, he was a faithful husband. The last two months of Harry's pregnancy had been hell for him. His body missed Harry's. He needed him, but he understood that that sex would be much uncomfortable for Harry at this state of his pregnancy. So he had to go through with it because no other could replace Harry and make his body reacted the way it reacted to Harry's. Sometimes Harry would let him hold him, not realising that his body missed Draco too but it was enough.
"Where is Daddy?" Draco chuckled as Larry looked around to look for him after he had finished his cake.
Draco noticed that Harry had looked up and didn't find Draco on his usual spot. Draco always stood at the same place every party so that his family knew where he was. That way he could see them and vice versa.
"I don't know, maybe he had some business to take care of. I have explained it to you, remember?" Harry gently hugged his son. Draco knew that Harry love to hug their chubby son.
"I miss Daddy." Larry whispered loud enough for Draco to hear. Draco waited for the right moment to show up and surprised his son. Unlike his Mummy Larry always loved to see him.
"I know, sweetie." Harry nodded his head to kiss his son's hair.
"Do you miss Daddy too?" Draco could see Larry's big eyes convincing Harry to say what he wanted to hear.
"Yes, Larry, I miss Daddy too." Draco could and wanted to believe that Harry was telling the truth, unless he knew that it wasn't.
"But I miss him more." Larry decided. Harry nodded his head, agreed with his son, and that was the time that Draco decided not to join them tonight.
Draco wished that Harry were telling the truth. The past two years he had made sure that he limited his contact with Harry. Not avoiding him, just less touching, until he couldn't stand it. He wanted to make Harry wanted him as much as he wanted and how it had backfired. He missed Harry a lot.
"Mummy?" Draco could hear Larry's voice clearly from his hiding spot behind the pillar.
"Yes?" Draco wished that Harry would use the same loving tone to him. Well, he could keep wishing.
"Tell me story."
"What story?"
"The lonely snitch."
"I just told you that story yesterday."
"But I want to hear it again."
"Alright." Draco could hear the resignation even before Harry said it. He noticed how Harry putting his head above their son's head to hold him closer. "But then you have to drink your milk and go to bed."
"I promise."
Slowly, Harry's deep voice told his son the story of the lonely snitch. The snitch could fly very fast and was proud with his speed but no body could catch him. Soon, he felt lonely and as time went on, he felt lonelier than ever.
"But Daddy can catch it." Larry smiled brightly, which Draco knew would be returned by the same happy smile.
"Yes, Daddy can catch it." Draco was touch by the hint of love in his son's voice.
"And the snitch wouldn't be lonely again." Larry nodded his head seriously.
"Yes, and that is the end." Harry hugged his son, ignoring some smirking faces.
"But…" Larry wanted to prolong his bedtime.
"Now," Harry summoned a glass of warm milk. "This will help you sleep well."
"Yes, Mummy."
After Larry finished his milk, Harry lifted him and carried him to Narcissa to say goodnight.
"I want to say goodnight to Daddy too." Larry told him sleepily.
Draco hadn't move from his hiding place so when Harry looked around he couldn't find Draco. "Daddy's not here. If you sleep now, you could say good morning to him tomorrow."
After a second thought Larry agreed to it. "Can I sleep with you Mummy?"
"Yes, you may." Draco could fell the smile.
Draco decided that he had enough of the party and would retreat himself. He told his father that he was leaving the party even though the party was held at his house and it was his party. He went to his mother to say goodnight and then went to follow Harry and their son.
Harry walked unhurriedly to their room with Larry's head laid on his shoulder. It seemed the night adventure was too much for him. Draco smiled; he tried to walk faster and silently to reach them.
Draco wanted to chuckle when he saw Harry tried very hard not to scream albeit his shock when Draco draped his hand around Harry's waist. But he restrained himself knowing Harry hated very much to be laugh at.
"Stop it, Draco would…" Draco's body tense when Harry thought he was someone else. Was Harry waiting for someone? He hated the thought that someone was touching his Harry.
Draco tried to push away the thought. No matter how many witches or wizards throwing themselves at him, Draco was a faithful husband and he expect the same from Harry.
"I would kill him?" Draco helpfully suggested when Harry turned around to look at him. "Who did you thought I was, Harry." Draco asked sweetly, he wondered who that person would be. Harry seldom left the house and he didn't meet a lot people.
"Dave." Harry answered quietly.
Draco cursed his cousin. "I told him to be your bodyguard not to be your secret lover." He told Harry lowly. "Did he flirt with you often?"
"I've told you that I don't need bodyguard." Harry glanced at his husband from the corner of his eyes. "I can take care of myself." Draco lifted his eyebrow. Harry never left this house often enough to prove that he didn't need one. And the bodyguard was to make sure that nobody hurt Harry and Larry, also that Harry wouldn't take Larry away and left him.
"I know but…" Whatever Draco intended to say was forgotten as the boy in Harry's hand started squirming.
"Daddy." Larry squealed happily.
"Hello, Larry. Aren't you supposed to be sleeping right now?" Draco smiled.
"I miss you, Daddy." Larry pouted.
Chuckling, Draco leaned his head to kiss his son. He loved this 'I Miss You' game as much as his son.
"Do you want me to carry you?"
"Yes." Larry threw his hand around Draco's neck.
Draco took Larry from Harry without touching him more that he needed. But he caught the hurt in Harry's eyes as he took Larry away from him.
"Mummy miss Daddy too." He voluntarily informed his Daddy.
"Really?" Draco could feel Harry tensed up, wondering if it was wise to kiss Harry. Draco had decided long time ago that his son was a precious aide. Harry couldn't win if he were team up with Larry.
Draco leaned over to give Harry a brief kiss on his cheek before he altered all his attention on his son.
"Mummy says I can sleep with him."
"He said so?" Draco pretended to think about it.
"Yes." Larry stared at his Daddy, as if Draco would be against it.
Draco faked a suffer sigh. "I bought you the best bed money can buy and you still want my bed."
Larry giggled.
"What about the party?" Harry asked him when Draco didn't leave after he put Larry on the bed.
"Mother and father can handle them." He lifted one eyebrow challenging Harry to change his mind. But to his disappointment Harry only shrugged his shoulder.
Harry went to the bathroom and didn't come back until ten minutes later. Wearing his usual sleeping attire. He walked to the bed, on his usual sleeping spot, gently tucked his sleeping son in and pretended to be asleep.
Harry could always pretend that he didn't want Draco; Draco thought as he walked to the bathroom, he had the rest of his lifetime to change Harry's mind. Unless Harry decided to leave Draco and Larry, Draco scowled.
Draco knew that Harry wasn't sleeping when he lay down on his side but decided to let him go this time. He didn't want Harry to hate him more than he already did right now. And in a minute Draco was sleeping.
Draco enjoyed the big bed when they were making love but not while they were sleeping. He waited for the same frown Harry gave him when he wake up and found Draco was very close to him, taking the whole space for himself.
Draco had been awake for five minutes when he felt a movement at the other end of the bed. He was wondering to keep pretending that he was sleeping for Harry's comfort but thought the better of it when he felt Harry's eyes landed on his face. And he opened his eyes when he felt Harry's hand gently rub his face. Almost lovingly.
"Do you know what last night's party was all about?" Draco asked Harry.
"No." Harry whispered. He pulled his hand away but Draco caught him.
"It was for your friends." Draco told him, ignoring Harry's failing attempt to pull his hand.
Confused, Harry stopped trying to pull his hand away.
"Weasley and Granger are working for me, for strategic and experiment. A wise decision, I realise now. They had just increased my profit. I have to remember to give them bonus."
"You what?" Harry's face softened. "Thank you. I know you didn't do this for them."
"I didn't." Draco agreed with Harry. "I want to make you happy." Draco was indeed doing this for Harry. It was the first in his list 'How to win Harry's heart' campaign.
"I am, Draco." Harry was hesitantly moving his head toward Draco to kiss him.
Harry pulled away abruptly as he heard his son giggled.
"Daddy miss Mummy." Larry laughed winningly.
"I do." Draco nodded his head, pretended that his son had finally caught him. "And now I miss you too." Draco leaped predatorily at his son, and tickled him.
"Ah, Daddy, stop it." Larry laughed. "I miss you too. Mummy save me."
"Oh, I miss you too, Larry." Harry laughed.
26 September 03, 10:00 am