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.
Note: Unbeta-ed
Chapter Eight
"How do I look?" Harry stood before the mirror, hands worrying his long hair. He had his hair bind neatly on his right side, strategically hiding the mark Draco put on him the previous night.
"Perfect as ever, Harry." Draco patiently answered for the fifth time in the last hour. He knew that Harry was rather nervous upon seeing his friends after five years.
"Are you sure?" Harry looked at Draco's through the mirror. He had stopped worried over what his friends might think about him, he just didn't want Draco looked bad because his friends think that Draco hadn't taken good care of him.
"You're beautiful, Harry."
Harry smiled. "You're too, Draco."
Draco lifted one eyebrow. He knew that was handsome, not beautiful.
"If you're not even half as good looking as you are, and Larry looks so much like you, I might hex you at least twice a day."
"I know you must like me for something." Draco whispered lowly. He then took Harry in his arms and kissed him hard.
The last few days, Harry had really changed, more than he dared himself to dream, especially when they were alone. He didn't shy away from Draco' advance, sexual nor platonic, sometime Harry even started it first.
"Come on, Harry." Draco gently took Harry's hand and led him to leave the bedroom. "You really look gorgeous, and if we didn't leave this room right now, I might jump on you."
Harry blushed. His thought wandered back to their last night love session. Draco had been wild, saying that he thought it over and over again, and decided that it was the right time to have another baby. Harry tried to slow his breath; it just wouldn't do if he showed up with an erection.
When they arrived at the living room, the room had been decorated perfectly, just as Harry wanted. And there were food enough to feed twice their number, just in case everybody was hungry.
"Mummy." Larry grinned when his parents finally showed up. He wanted to go to his mummy's room, but uncle Sirius said they should wait in the living room, because it would not be polite to let their guests waited for them. But he saw no guests other then his grandparents.
Harry smiled. He walked to where Sirius was sitting along with his in-laws. He slowly inspected his son. "You look so handsome." Harry laughed, his hands fixing some invisible wrinkle.
"Uncle Sirius helped me dress." Larry smiled happily.
Harry looked at his godfather and pleased to see that he was dressed in the new robe he bought for him. It fit him nicely, though he might not be able to wear it in the next two months.
"You look good, Sirius." Draco smiled.
"I've told him that." Lucius avoided his wife glare.
"But a little pale, I think." Harry frowned.
"I'm fine, Harry. I'm just a little tired." Sirius tried to smile. His morning sickness finally kicked in, and he felt like throwing up whenever he thought about food. And right now, he could see mountainous food in the corner table which he was trying hard to ignore.
Narcissa studied her cousin silently. There was something suspicious about him, not that her cousin was normal to her. Falling in love with Severus Snape was a proof that he wasn't normal, because Severus Snape wasn't type that you would fall in love with. The most important thing to Severus was his Potions, and you would end up broken hearted, because you were only the second or third or who knew how important you were to him.
Narcissa was still thinking what made her loudmouth cousin turned into this calm and silent person, someone that she might even like, when their guests arrived. Harry's guest, she mentally corrected herself.
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"Come on, Ron, we'll be late." Hermione was impatiently waiting for her husband. "You heard him when he said exactly what time the portkey will be activated."
"A second, I'm looking for Harry's present." Ron's voice was heard from somewhere upstairs.
"I have it with me already." Hermione shook her head. She knew that Ron was a bit nervous upon meeting their friend again.
"What about Toby?"
"Mom and Dad took him to Diagon Alley to have dinner with Fred and George, remember?"
"Oh yeah." Ron scratched his head. "What should we call him, Harry or Mr. Malfoy?"
Hermione just grabbed her husband, in time when the portkey was activated.
"Woah, wait, 'Mione, you haven't answered me."
"Answered what?" Draco's voiced surprised him that Ron almost fell.
"What should I call you." Ron mumbled unintelligently.
"Draco, of course." Draco smirked. "You two are my guests tonight."
Somehow Draco's pleasant attitude gave them a fright, seeing him being polite with them was disturbing enough but being friendly, that was frightening.
"Ron?" Harry slowly approached his friends; he smiled hesitantly when his friends didn't seem to recognize him.
"Harry?" Ron gaped. He then walked to his friend and hugged him, like he used to when they were still at school, not aware of Draco's possessive, anger look.
"Yes…" Harry was breathless. This was the Ron he knew.
"Man, you're so beautiful, I thought I was hallucinating."
Hermione politely gave their present to Draco, smacked his husband and in turned hugged Harry.
"It's nice to see you, Harry."
Harry smiled. "You haven't changed, 'Mione."
"Do you mean bright as always?" Hermione also smiled.
"I started to question that when I heard you married to Ron."
"Hey." Ron protested indignantly.
Draco looked how Harry loosed up. It was like they were back to their school year, whenever Harry was with his friends, he would ignore Draco. Draco tried to smile when he caught his mother looked at him with concerned.
"Mummy?" Larry shyly grabbed his mother's robe to catch his attention. Apparently he didn't want to be ignored.
Ron looked at the little boy and lifted him. "Well, he looks so much like his father."
Larry looked at the new man with interest. "Are you my mummy's friend?"
"Larry." Harry gently warned his son.
Larry pouted a little; he didn't like his mummy to scold him, especially in front of a stranger. "Hello, my name is Lawrence Malfoy. Nice to meet you."
"How old are you?" Ron held the little boy higher.
"Ron." Hermione warned his husband.
At first Ron just looked at her, didn't understand what was expected of him. He looked at the little boy again. "Eh, my name is Ronald Weasley, nice to meet you too."
"There, you two can shake hands now." Draco joined them. This was his house, Harry was his spouse, he had every right not to be ignored.
"Daddy." Larry lifted his hands, wanted his daddy to carry him. Even though his mummy seemed to like these persons, to him they were like those many people that came to his house.
"Let's have dinner first, Harry, they must have been starved."
"Oh, yes." Harry took Larry from his husband and went to his godfather. He had noticed that Sirius hadn't had proper meal since yesterday, so he had to make sure that he would eat now.
"He's changed." Ron said silently.
"Of course, Ron." Hermione shook her head. "We're all must have changed somehow. That means we're mature."
"Come on." Draco had decided to be a perfect host tonight, especially since Harry had left them. "I'll let you meet my parents and Sirius."
"Sirius is here, too?" Ron's eyes followed Harry who was talking to someone that looked so much like Sirius Black.
"He's staying with us for a few days."
The dinner was planned as a standing party, but Sirius chose to sit back after he piled his plate with foods that he thought he could eat without throwing up. Harry, having to feed Larry as well, decided to join his godfather, followed by Hermione.
Ron planned to stick with his wife and friend all night, but changed his mind after he sat for five minutes. He went back to the long table and decided to spend the night eating. He was surprised when Draco joined him.
"You're not joining them?" Draco didn't even hide the mocking tone.
Ron crinkled his nose. "They're talking about baby and children education. I wonder how Sirius could stand it."
Draco only smiled. Sirius lacked of self esteem, no matter how many times you told him that he was doing right and he would be a wonderful parent, he couldn't help worrying about it. So of course, he wouldn't pass two young mothers' talking about child care.
They ate in silent, with no one throwing insult at the other. Draco thought it might be because he was the boss, and the other was only afraid to be jobless if he was as much as made him irritated. But he was proved again why Gryffindor was the brave ones.
"Look, Malfoy, I know what you did to make Harry agree to marry to you, and you employ me and Hermione not because you are a good man or because you like us. And I don't care if what I said make me and my family thrown on the road with no job and no money." Ron glared at his boss. "But if you made him cry, I will hunt you down and kill you."
'Well, well, there was a reason why I like him.' Draco smirked. 'A little.' Draco frowned. "I thought tonight I'm Draco."
Ron snorted. "You know as much as I know, we will always be Malfoy and Weasley, even if Harry gives you a dozen of children."
Draco smiled; he loved to have a dozen of children with Harry. 'But he's right; they would always be Malfoy and Weasley.'
"Be polite, Weasley, ask my mother to dance."
At first Draco thought that he would refuse him, but to his surprised the other man only mumbled, "I can't dance," and went to ask his mother to dance.
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"What are you doing?" Narcissa wanted to smack his husband like he saw Harry's friend did to her husband. It might be relieving some stress.
"What?" True that Lucius had gotten over of his love for Sirius, but he couldn't just stop thinking how it would be if he had done things differently.
"Go ask him to dance." Narcissa lifted her head. "I can see how much you want to dance with him. I know you better that you know yourself."
'Witches are scary.' Lucius thought. "Of course I would, after he's finished his meal."
"You're getting old, Lucius." Narcissa smirked.
"Ehm."
They both turned when Ron Weasley approached them.
"Would you dance with me, Mrs. Malfoy?"
"Of course, Mr. Weasley."
"You can call me Ron, Ma'am." Ron blushed a little. Narcissa Malfoy was old enough to be his mother, but the older woman was still beautiful, though a bit cold.
"Then it be Narcissa to you." Narcissa smiled. 'Well, there's nothing wrong to be nice to Harry's friends.' "You've been friend with our Harry since school, I believe."
"Yes, Ma'am. The three of us, we've been friends since our first day of school."
"But you're not quite in friendly state with Draco."
"Not in the least. But we're cool now. He's not too bad a boss." Ron thought for a while. "What he'd done to get Harry to marry him wasn't right."
Narcissa nodded, she loved her son but she was blind to his faults.
"But…"
"But?"
"But…" Ron looked at where Harry was sitting with his wife, holding his son with smile on his face. "But Harry is happy, so I can't say that I have something to object."
"You are a nice man, Ron." Narcissa smiled at the young man. "I hope you could be friend with our Draco, too."
"I can't promise that, Ma'am." Ron grinned. "Your son isn't exactly an easy person to be friend with. He only seem docile to Harry."
Narcissa laughed. "I couldn't agree more with you."
Draco who also heard Ron's words, felt like he finally forgiven, for taking his love away from them. 'Maybe let them came here wasn't a mistake.' Draco thought. 'At least, until now, they don't show any sign that they want to kidnap Harry.'
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Lucius frowned. He saw how his wife was smiling and laughing, as if taunting him that she could and would have fun tonight, while he could only sit and be miserable because he didn't even have the gut to ask Sirius to dance.
Lucius glared at his laughing wife. "I'll show you who would laugh and have fun tonight."
Before he would lost his nerve, Lucius walked to where Sirius sat and asked him to dance.
Sirius was shocked. He thought that Lucius was only making fun of him and that he would laugh at him when he took his hand, but Harry said he had to dance and have fun tonight.
So there he was, in the dance floor, in Lucius' arms, letting him to lead. He felt awkward that he forgot his steps and stepped onto Lucius' foot once or twice.
"I'm sorry."
"That's fine." Lucius smiled. "I'm a strong man, it's nothing. You can step on me as many times as you like."
Sirius smiled too, somehow Lucius had made him relaxed and he could dance better. "You're nice, Lucius."
"Me?" Lucius lifted his eyebrow.
"At least, you're nicer than I thought you are."
"You must wish that you knew me long ago." Lucius showed his perfect teeth again. "Too bad, you only be friend with that Potter."
"That's because Jamie was much nicer than you." Sirius laughed. He could accept that what he thought about his cousin and his cousin's husband until a few days ago was wrong. It made him felt better to know that there were some more people that were nice to him, and care about him.
"I can be nice, if you give me that chance."
"Too bad, Lucius, it's not like I don't trust you or don't want to give you the chance, but I want to keep this peace relationship with Narcissa."
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"Something's wrong, Harry?" Draco whispered gently.
"No." Harry smiled, somehow Draco knew when he was sad or just being shy, but this time, his sadness would only make his husband sad too.
"Tell me, Harry."
Harry looked into Draco's eyes, and he could read the worry in the grey eyes. "Hermione, she just showed me pictures of them with their baby."
"So? We have our own baby."
Harry smiled. "I'm sorry, Draco, if I hadn't been stubborn, we could live these past years happily."
"I'm happy." Draco frowned, something was definitely wrong.
"But we don't have the pictures of the three of us, you, me and Larry."
Draco smiled. He held Harry tightly that they only moved slightly harmonized with the music but didn't actually changed place.
"We have them, Harry. When Larry was born, and every time on his birthday."
"Really?" Harry pulled back a little to look into his husband's eyes, making sure that Draco wasn't lying at him.
"Yes. I have them in my study room."
"You never told me." Harry pouted. "I want to see them too."
"Later, love. Later." Draco whispered lowly, like he was making a sensual promise.
Harry put his head back onto Draco's shoulder. He wasn't used to Draco's endearment and it made him blushing.
When Draco went to ask Harry to dance, Hermione offered herself to watch over Larry. She and Larry had each a big piece of strawberry cakes. But so long to keep him entertain, after he had finished his cake, Larry looked for his mother and wouldn't be pacify with a promise of ice cream.
"Mummy said I can only have cake or ice cream, not both." Larry pouted.
"But today is a special day, you can have both." Hermione smiled, silently asked for Harry forgiveness to ruin his son's obedient manner.
"No, I'm full." Now Larry was angry, no one had said no to him before. If he wanted his mummy, he would have his mummy. "I want mummy."
Larry ran and left his mother's friend turned to nanny.
"Mummy…" Larry caught his mother's leg.
"Sorry." Hermione grimaced. "It seems like he wants his mummy badly."
"And even ice cream couldn't change his mind." Draco also had the pain expression on his usually cold face when he wasn't with his family.
"Sort of." Hermione smiled when she looked at Harry and his son.
"Do you want to dance with mummy?" Harry reached for his son and carried him in his arms.
"Yes, mummy, dance." Larry smiled angelically at him.
Draco sighed in defeat. He conjured a stage so that Larry could dance with his mummy and asked Hermione to dance instead.
"You're a good father, Draco." Hermione smiled nicely, not that cold I-know-you're-my-boss-so-I-only-be-polite-to-you smile.
"I have my years of practice." Draco smiled back.
They didn't talk much during the dance and moved rather automatically, with their attention on Harry and his son.
"Turn, Mummy." Larry laughed.
"Like this?" Harry held his son's hand firmly above their heads while he turned slowly, making sure that his son wouldn't fall because of sudden movement.
"My turn." Larry said happily.
In Larry's opinion, dancing was just moving with the music on, while each took their turn to turn around. So, in a matter of minutes, both were tired with heads spinning.
"Larry, Mummy's tired. Let's have some juice, okay?"
"Yes, Mummy." Larry tightly held his mother, thinking that dancing was really tiring.
"Do you want to make some turn too?" Lucius asked his dance partner.
"Only if you want me to puke at you." Sirius glared. "Look, Lucius, it's not like I don't like dancing with you or something, but don't you think you should at least dance with your wife once?"
"Hmm, you're right." Lucius wanted to brag at his wife that he had asked Sirius to dance, and they too had fun.
Draco and Hermione danced for a short while until Ron came to get his wife back. So Draco returned to where Harry was sitting with Larry lying by his side and Sirius by his other side.
"Are you alright, Sirius?" Draco was concerned when the older man look tired.
"But I have fun." Sirius smiled.
Draco lifted Larry and put his son on his lap, while his other hand hugging his spouse. They silently watched the two pairs dancing. To him it was bliss.
"It's time for your bedtime, Larry."
When he didn't get any response, Harry turned to look at his son, only to find him fall asleep.
"Oh, no, he hasn't brushed his teeth."
"It's okay for one night, Harry." Hermione grinned.
"I guess it's time for us to leave." Ron nodded at his friend and his family. He looked at Sirius, and decided to speak his mind. "Sirius, Hermione said that you're leaving this country in a few days, but you don't know where you want to go to."
"Yes." Sirius forced himself to smile.
"Well, my brother, Bill, just moved to Greece, and he's looking for a roommate. I heard it was beautiful there."
"I'll think about it."
It was quiet after the Weasleys left. When his in-laws were leaving, it surprised Harry, and Sirius too, that it was Narcissa who offered Sirius to stay with them.
"Thank you." Sirius smiled hesitantly, "But I'm not staying in a place where he could find me."
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The house was really silent now after they put Larry on to his bed in his sleeping attire, since Sirius would be too tired to change his pyjamas.
Harry quietly said his good night to his godfather and soon he was walking hand in hand with Draco. At first he thought Draco was taking him back to their room, but Draco was taking him to his study room.
"Draco?"
"I thought you said you want to see those pictures."
"Yes." He allowed Draco to pull him onto his laps and watched in silent anticipation as Draco pulled the drawer of his desk and took out a stack of photograph.
Harry wondered why he never realised that Draco had taken those pictures.
"I have invincible camera." Draco explained. "I thought you would hate it if I took our pictures, as if we are a normal family."
Harry looked at those pictures. The ones that only had him and Draco always showed him in expressionless face, no smiles, and frowns, as if he was a lifeless statue. When they had Larry, Harry's eyes would always on his son, his smiles would always for his son, he would ignore Draco as if he wasn't there.
Harry turned around and hugged his husband. "I'm sorry, Draco. I made you sad. I'm sorry."
"No, Harry, I'm happy now. You're willing to stay by my side, I thought that was enough, I'm happy now that you're willing to let me love you. I'm happy now." Draco gently caress Harry's back. "Thank you for staying with me, thank you for giving me Larry."
"But you must be sad when you look at those pictures." Harry whispered.
"We can have new ones, Harry." Draco smiled. "We can have many happy pictures from now on."
Harry cupped Draco's cheek. "I'll give you another baby soon, Draco, I promised."
That night, for the first time, one of Draco's secret fantasies was fulfilled. Harry asked him to take him right there right then. He would never worked on his table and felt the same again.
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"Is he here?" Remus realised that he almost beg but he didn't care. Two weeks after the school started, he still hadn't heard from Sirius, and it made him worried enough to look for Severus and demanded him to take him to Harry's place. The only place Sirius could be staying. He was angry that the other man had done nothing.
"He was here." Harry looked at his godfather's friend. He didn't know why Draco allowed them to come, not that he hated them. It had been a long time since he last saw Remus, and meeting him again under this circumstance made him felt uncomfortable.
"Was?" Remus repeated stupidly.
"He left yesterday." Draco said coolly, he put his hand around Harry's shoulder and gave him a squeeze to support him.
"I care about you, Remus." Harry said softly, couldn't bear the sadness in the older man's eyes. "But I love my godfather. I don't want to see him sad again. He has left this country to start a new life, and I prefer if you don't see him until he wish to see you again."
"Why?" Severus demanded. Last week Lucius had come to him and show him Sirius' pictures, mostly with Larry and Harry. He was shocked when he realised just how much he wanted the man that had been his for the last four years. But his pride stopped him, and now he only had himself to be blame.
"To forget about you. Both of you." Harry told him uncomfortably.
"So, he didn't forgive me." Remus leaned back to his chair, dejectedly.
"Just give him some times." Harry smiled sadly. "He said he understand the attraction you feel for each other. It just not right for him to stand between you."
"No, it was me." Remus ran his hands thought his hair. "He loves you." He turned to Severus. "He was happy when he with you."
"But I want you." Severus said in a matter-of-fact tone, that didn't betray his worry over the animagus' disappearance.
"Uncle Severus?" Larry had just finished his breakfast and come to join his parents. He ran to the older man. "Uncle Sirius has gone, can you take him back. I miss him already."
Severus didn't know what to say. For a moment he considered hexed himself so he could forget about all of this, or better found Sirius and cursed him for making him going through this mental conflict.
"Larry." Harry gently reached for his son and put him on his lap. "Mummy had explained to you why uncle Sirius has to leave, right."
"Because someone is lonely and he needs uncle Sirius to stay with him?"
"Yes." Harry hugged his son, unaware what Larry's word had affected his guests.
It was difficult enough to ask Sirius to stay with Bill, since he didn't want to force his himself at someone kindness. It was until Bill agreed to take some monthly money, which he didn't need it since his accommodation was paid by his boss, Sirius agreed to come and stay with him.
It was another matter to ask Sirius to take Harry's vault key. He even had to force his godfather. He wouldn't let Sirius worked in his delicate state, not that he didn't believe he couldn't do it.
"But it was my father's money, Sirius, not Draco's." Harry insisted.
"Still I won't take it, Harry." Sirius shook his head. "You've done a lot for me, I want to take care of myself, I'm an adult too."
"What my father would say if you refused his money, Sirius?"
Sirius chuckled. "He would get angry, of course."
"So? Go and spend his money, Sirius. He would be happy if you just did that." Harry grinned.
His son had been sad when Sirius decided to leave and stay with Bill Weasley. They spent the night before Sirius' leaving having small party, just the four of them.
"He's found someone?" Remus said heartbrokenly.
"He really hopes that you two would be happy." Harry smiled a little. "He said he'll try to forgive you, but he couldn't see you now. You should try to forget him, Remus. You too must go on."
"Do you miss him too, Mister?" Larry looked at Remus. "Don't worry, Uncle Sirius promise to come to my fourth birthday." Larry grinned. "You can come too."
Harry and Draco said nothing as their son so freely invited someone he didn't know to come for his birthday.
"When is his birthday?" Remus' eyes filled with hope for a chance to see the love of his life again.
"It's another seven months." Severus gritted his teeth.
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