31 days—

. . .

September 26, 19xx – Monday

In the end, Harry never came home last night. He sighed, he was used to it. Thankfully Scorpius didn't ask too many questions about his raven haired father's sudden disappearing act in the middle of breakfast. To be honest, Draco really was unsure of what to tell the young blonde if the issue had been pressed.

He sat back quietly, he wished for a miracle from Merlin—he wanted to go back to the good old days when at the least Harry and he could have shared a decent conversation. The sky was dark, stars loomed over the backyard. He wanted to remember why Harry had loved him.

A flashback.

At twenty two, Draco had already received his inheritance from his family's fortune. With it, he set up several investments in the wizarding world and created a small potions research facility hidden from mainstream consumers. He created money of his own empire in the potions trade and it was already starting to blossom. His deceased mother and father would have been proud—he did everything expected of him, except one.

He refused to marry a dimwitted pureblood witch to spawn him children. He had two reasons; one, he was gay and two; he was in love with a very male hero of the wizarding world Harry Potter. They met again after a fling almost three years ago in a small bar in muggle London's red district. At first it was physical but soon the one-night stand became once a week and later it developed into a relationship.

He was now pinned under the said brunette, Harry hovering over him like a predator at its prey. There was passionate lust into those devilish green eyes; he could almost see the hint of Salazar Sytherin in Harry's ancestry. Harry whispered to him in Paseltongue, a language he only heard off in books. The sound made him shiver in delight.

Dark hair fell on their faces like an ebony curtain, shielding them from the light. While his almost shoulder length blonde hair spread underneath his head. They were complete opposites—light and dark. The thought was enticing as Harry moved above him, locking his arms above his head as he lay on the bed in perfect surrender to his lover.

Lips teased his skin, taunting the pale flesh without touching. Harry's lips were millimeters from his skin but still refusing to touch him. He could sense the other man's breath slowing down, inhaling his scent deeply and he did the same. Harry smelled spicy—exotic; the brunette smelled of sweat, sex and something fragrant that was distinctly Harry.

Strong calloused hands trapped his wrists and Harry's heavy weight trapped his torso. He could feel his hard length grinding harshly against the bottom of Harry's sacs. The friction was delicious but almost painful because his lover did nothing to ease his weeping member.

The deep intakes of air traveled down his torso, in the middle of his chest and lowering to his abdomen. He waited, anticipating Harry's next move. Harry's soft lips almost touched him but stopped a moment too soon, he couldn't take it anymore. With a hiss, he arched his back and pressed his hips high into the air—pushing his naked flesh against Harry's. The action made blazing green eyes stare at him.

"Harry" for the first time he called out to his lover, wrapping long lean legs around Harry's waist and squeezing as hard as he could. Their hard erections rubbed together. Immediately a ripple of pleasure rode through his body as he groaned. Harry groaned with him.

After that neither moved, the intensity of their skins together made their breaths hitch and their hearts race. They both shivered as their orgasms threatened to explode even with the lack of penetration. Naked, sweaty and immensely concentrated on one another, they began to move their hips against one another.

"Harry" Draco called out a second time, daring for his lover to look at him. Harry did and their eyes locked together intensely. He could feel the emotion burning deep inside him. No, Harry's wasn't perfect and he was etched with that infamous lighting bolt scar to prove that. Yet, the man could choose anyone he wanted on the entire face of the earth

"Why me?" It was a desperate question. Perhaps he had wanted some sort of assurance, a little bit of security or maybe, dare he say it, he wanted to feel another emotion coming from the ebony haired savior. He needed it. He felt like he would break if the man denied him an answer now.

Harry's eyes softened as they gazed down at him, reflecting some sort of sweet emotion that he couldn't read before capturing his lips in tender kiss. His wrists were released and on instinct, he wrapped it around Harry's tanned neck.

. . .

Harry stood near the window clad in nothing but a bath robe. His eyes were focused on the barely seen stars on that cloudy night while his thoughts drifted somewhere farther away. He was inside the love hotel which he had chosen for tonight's activities.

"Harry-kun?" Cynthia's long smooth arms wrapped around his torso, it felt soft. She felt soft, she was a woman after all and the gender was created generally to be softer than the male body. She snaked her arms around his body and pressed herself against his back. He could feel her ample small breasts and ample body—proof of the earlier statement.

He twisted around, wrapping arms around her tiny waist and petite figure. She was definitely a woman, one who possessed such highly defined curves. It was different from a male's harder and sharper built body. She curled towards him, almost in a cat-like gesture and she purred.

Her middle length honey blonde hair cascaded behind her slender back just until her shoulder blades. She was a head shorted than him, looking up with crystal colored azure blue eyes. She too wore a bath robe, hers made of lavender colored silk.

The room they had chosen wasn't too fancy. It was mid-sized with a large king sized bed in the middle. There were several items, including lube, a television set and a small kitchenette in the studio space. There were two doors present; one led to the corridor and the other led to the bathroom.

"I love you" Cynthia whispered to him, as she brought her hand securely around his neck. He could feel the tips of her long manicured fingernails on the back of his neck as she did. It was yet another reminder that it was a woman in his arms. Her voice too, was soft and feminine. It was unlike the guff voice of a male.

Ever since before, he had always preferred females. He liked girls from the very beginning. There was a time, he experimented with his own gender but he found the female body suited him better. Most of his lovers were female, young dark-haired witches.

"Why do you love me?" She giggled girlishly as they swayed to the soft music coming from the radio. Harry barely heard the question. Cynthia had always been different; she was blonde, brainy, stubborn and most of all, she was a muggle who had absolutely no idea about his magical ancestry. She only saw magic in movies.

The question caught him off guard.

. . .

Why me?

He moaned into the kiss, arching torso so that Harry could slide those warm hands around his back. The heated flesh traveled against his skin and made him shiver in delight. He broke the kiss for another moan when Harry grinded against him, once against he found himself trapped in the mercy of his lover.

Draco stared up at Harry. The man had a mischievous smile on his face—he dove in for the kill.

"You have nearly perfect hair—" Harry murmured, plunging his face deep into Draco's now messy tresses. The disarray was due to their recent activities. "except when we're making love" he whispered in parseltongue. This only made Draco shiver.

He moved his face, angling it so that he could breathe into the blonde's ear. "You have that stoic face" he accompanied his words by literally licking up Draco's face, starting from the jaw line until his tongue found the sensitive spot behind his lover's ear. "most of the time"

He nibbled and sucked on Draco's ear lobe, creating another set of erotic noises to come from the blonde's lips. "You make the most seductive sounds" He licked his lips before latching onto his partner's Adam's apple and sucking deeply. "let me hear you Draco"

The other merely whimpered in response, nearly coming at the sound of his voice being rasped out in an ancient language. "You're stubborn!" Harry growled grinding his shaft against Draco's flesh and teasing the blonde's tight hole. "just like me"

This time, Draco moaned louder creating echoes through the humble sized bedroom of Harry's apartment. Harry smiled at the man's noises. "But your body is very honest with its reactions" There was amusement in Harry's voice. "open" he hissed in parseltongue and his lover partner parted his creamy thighs obediently.

Each touch pusher him farther, each touch made the desire burn stronger, each touch made him fall deeper and each touch made him want more. Harry's powerful hands continued to caress him. He could feel the slight tingle of his lover's magic hovering over his skin. He was near explosion.

"No more games Harry" He moaned out so desperately. He stretched his arms towards the other man, not stopping until he looped them around Harry's neck. He laced his fingers loosely on Harry's nape, pulling his lover towards his body. "Please" he said softly bring his lips close to a tanned jaw.

Harry smiled against the pale skin before bringing his mouth to cover Draco's once again. He brought a hand to cup Draco's sharp jaw, angling their faces so that they could kiss even deeper. He teased his lover's lips by licking the pinkish flesh. The other responded by parting his lips to give Harry access.

Harry deepened the kiss when Draco opened his mouth. He used a free hand to tease the blonde's lower bits, feeling the slick member before venturing lower and to probe the man's entrance. This elicited a moan from Draco as Harry played with the tight hole until finally slipping a moist finger inside.

"Ahh Harry~" Draco moaned out his lover's name, aching his back to push harder against the finger inside him. He could feel his muscles accepting the intrusion, opening his body to the man hovering above him. He could feel Harry moving against him. This was Harry, the only man to ever touch him that part of him. He had never allowed anyone to.

It was okay because it was Harry

"Everything about you enraptures me" Harry groaned as Draco pressed a sweat-slicked body against his. He could feel the blonde's nipples playing along his muscles. He captures a pink bud in his lips and sucked deeply, earning his yet another throaty shudder from his lover. "you are mine"

His body shook with pleasure when Draco's tight entrance greedily swallowed him. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he fought back his orgasm from exploding. Draco's muscles were squeezing him and taking his full length inside that warm body of his.

"Draco" he whispered his lover's name. Pale arms wrapped themselves around his neck, pulling him closer to Draco. This small sense of intimacy between them—being joined together as one, made his heart swell with emotion. "I love you" he confessed, wrapping his arms behind the blonde's shoulder. They held each other closely, breathing their mingled scents deeply.

"I love you too, you big oaf"

. . .

"Harry?" a voice called him from the darkness, bringing him to the light. He found himself groaning at the sound. He shifted slightly, still keeping his eyes shut close.

"Harry?" It came again, this time accompanied by a light tap on his shoulder. The tapping soon grew into shaking. He could feel hands gripping his shoulders, urging him awake. "Come on Harry" a honey sweet voice told him, followed by Cynthia's lips playing along his neck.

He awoke now, wrapping long tanned arms around his petite lover. "What is it?" he asked her softly, the softness of her back against her hands. They were both naked, sharing a bed which Harry purchased for the night. He was still drowsy from his sleep-driven state. He stretched his limbs above his head, feeling the female body rub against him.

"Hmm" Cynthia hummed beside him as his rippled body stretched from beneath her. She crawled over him, legs straddling his thighs when they shared a kiss. Blankets fell off her shoulders with her cascading blonde hair falling framing their faces. They broke the kiss at the sound of Harry's mobile ringing.

There was only one person who was assigned that particular ring tone. He shrugged; Cynthia moved to give space to reach for the said item. He edged closer to the side so that he could reach the bedside table. He glanced at the number, before confirming who it was. The screen read; Draco Malfoy.

"Hello?" He answered over the receiver while pulling the sheets to cover his privates on the side. Draco usually didn't bother him whenever he was out; it made him curious as to why the blonde would call him now. The voice on the other line wasn't the one he expected.

"Papa!" Scorpius' crying wail came through the earpiece. Green eyes shot open at the sound of his son's voice. Fear gripped his system; he could sense something was wrong. "Papa! Where are you?! You need to come home, papa! Please!"

"Scorpius, calm down, listen to me" He attempted to calm the sobbing boy down. At the current state of panic, he would not be able to get any useful information out of the blonde. He had never heard Scorpius like this before, but it was a tone he was familiar with. He briefly remembered the war against the Dark Lord, many of his frightened friends sounded very much like this.

The young blonde immediately responded, easing his breaths and steadily his voice. "Papa?" His voice was calmer the second time around. Harry was glad that the boy inherited Draco's calmness. He nodded, moving to stand as he listened to his son's voice intently.

"Okay, tell me what's wrong. Why are you calling through Draco's number?" He asked softly, pinning the small communication devise in between his ear and shoulder. With his hands free, he grabbed his pants which were folded on a nearby chair and shrugged it on. He continued to dress.

"Dad's sick!" Harry was half-way through dressing when his son gave him the news. His blood grew cold and a dark shiver ran up his spine. He didn't leave time for his secretary to react; he was out the door and zooming out of sight. Fear gripped his system as Scorpius' voice told him the details. The information blurred into the background, all he wanted was to see what had happened to Draco.

'Please let him be alright' he found himself praying through the drive.

. . .

"Papa!" It was the first thing he heard when he barged through the front doors; sticky, sweaty and flushed as if he had run towards entrance. A force hit him square on the chest, his son nestled against his chest while arms wrapped tightly around him. He could feel the wetness of his son's tears damping his shirt.

"Papa's dying!" The blonde cried uncontrollably against him. The short statement made him remember the exact fear that crawled against his flesh when the boy first told him. He wrapped comforting arms around his son; he could feel the constant shake in the smaller body.

"Where is he?" He asked urgently, stroking his son's hair. The boy pointed towards the bedroom. His body reacted unconsciously, feet taking him towards the small room. 'No' he thought, feeling the surge of Draco's magic wrap around him. 'Draco isn't dead'

Closing his hand around the door knob, he prepared himself for the wave of magic that was behind the wooden door. He pushed it open, his husband's fierce magic formed in waves around him. He could see it clearly but the boy as his side couldn't. He was magically bonded to the elder blonde, hence he was able to see Draco's magic.

The gray-like power fluttered around Draco's pale body. "Oh god" he half-groaned when he saw his partner's features; Draco looked paler—still, like he wasn't even breathing. But he was breathing, it was dangerously shallow. Despite this, Harry sighed, thankful that the blonde was still alive.

"Draco" he called out, knowing fully well that he would get no response. He recognized the man's state, it wasn't the first time that this happened—it had happened before because the blonde had a condition. Draco was magically allergic to komakai.

Komakai was a small fungus-like specimen which grew magically from time to time, it must have grown somewhere which Draco had contact with. It was similar to mushrooms but was virtually impossible to see by the naked eye. Because of the allergy, Draco's body was rapidly going to shut down—magically forcing foreign magic away with a powerful barrier. This explained why Scorpius was thrown back when the blonde first fell.

Harry gritted his teeth together. He was thankful that he was still bonded to his husband, therefore making his magic familiar to Draco's. The gray-ish power wrapped around him welcoming him to come closer. He inched to reduce the distance between them. He could feel the man's magic crying out to him in pain.

"Papa!" Scorpius screamed from the other side of the barrier, his pale knuckles beginning to bleed as he fought to breech Draco's magical force.

"Scorpius! Move back!" Harry yelled, commanding the boy to stop. "It's your Papa's magic! Don't fight it!" He ordered. He could almost see Draco's pale face inches from his finger tips. It pained him to look at the man so weak. Draco had always been stronger than this. The allergic reaction had happened before but never was it this severe—Draco looked almost deathly.

"But Papa!" Scorpius fought back from the other side; tears freely flowing from his shimmering green eyes as he watched his Papa move closer to his father. He clutched the invisible shield that separated them.

"Baby, listen to me" Harry cooed, eyes locking onto his son's. The teary green eyes stared back at him. He cursed. "You need to be brave for your dad and papa right now, okay?" He asked gently, hoping—no, praying to God that his son calm down. Scorpius nodded his head, staying strong despite the wetness on his cheeks.

"Can you tell me where you and your dad went today?"

The boy thought back, immediately realizing where they had gone to. "I can't!" He answered weakly, just enough for Harry to hear. His body rocked with sobs and he collapsed against the barrier. "I'm sorry, Papa. I promised dad that I wouldn't tell you"

Harry looked back into those apologetic green eyes—the color that was so similar into his own. He could see the sincerity in his son's eyes. Where did they do? Was it so special that Draco didn't want him knowing?

His legs slowly moved without his consent; he walked over to where the small blonde boy sat against the invisible shield. "Scorpius" he called out, reaching out to touch his son's back. His heart broke, watching his boy crumble like this in front of him. Yesterday was Sunday, if only he had stayed this would not have happened. "Please tell me" his voice cracked as his arms wrapped around the sobbing child.

"I'm sorry" he added, as Scorpius clung to him. "I'll get Draco back. I promise" he said, kissing his son's hair before dragging his feet back to Draco. He looked at the white man lying down on the couch, lifting the frail body into his arms. Draco was light; he barely felt the man's weight in his arms. Slowly, he brought his husband out of the room with the first bits of his magic flowing from his finger tips.

He turned to the weeping boy. "Do you think you could open the bedroom door for me?" he questioned softly. Scorpius nodded in between sniffles. Harry offered a comforting hand to rest on the boy's soft blonde hair. The boy took it gratefully and the pair climbed the stairs together. All the while, Draco subconsciously snuggled closer to the warmth of his husband.

Scorpius clung to his raven-haired father as they strode up the stairs. He couldn't help it; just the thought of losing one of them would obliterate his entire world. He had a shaky hand clutching his papa's shirt, wrinkling the soft fabric. He sniffed, opening the door when they reached the bedroom.

"Will you be alright in your room?" Harry asked Scorpius tenderly after placing Draco underneath the covers, bending down so that he could see his son's eye level. The blonde boy still stood a head shorter than him. The child nodded.

"Should we call a mediwitch?" Scorpius mumbled through sniffles. Harry shook his head.

"We can, son. You're dad's a different kid of sick" He told him tenderly then wrapped Scorpius in a tight embrace. "I'm sorry" he apologized again. He led Scorpius to his room and ticked him underneath the covers. Gently caressing the boy's head, he leaned in to kiss his son's forehead. "He'll be better in the morning, I promise"

Scorpius nodded, giving his father one last embrace before shifting under the blankets. Harry shut off the lights before leaving the room. Once the door was closed, he gave a deep sigh and leaned against the wall. He tried to remember what it was he did before when Draco had an attack. He slowly made his way towards the room they shared.

"Draco" he whispered the name softly, kneeling on the side of their bed beside Draco. He had never been so afraid of losing the man in his life. Perhaps it had been because Draco was always there for him. It was a light relationship when they started going out, nothing too possessive but Draco had always stayed with him. He had never felt the blonde once change despite the divorce proceedings. He chocked back a sob.

"I'm so sorry love" He found himself saying, holding one of the blonde's icy hands in both of his. He willed his magic to enter his beloved husband. The green twinkled along his skin and slowly but steadily began to hover over Draco. Soon the unconscious man was covered by the light green colored sheen. It was Harry's magic and he was sharing it. It was the only way to force the fungus out of the man's system.

'I don't want you to die.'

I need you

. . .

He stayed with Draco the entire night, only leaving the blonde's side for bathroom breaks. The calls from the office were constant, especially since it was Monday. He had a fierce custody battle in downtown London today but he called in sick. He practically begged the complacent Cynthia to forward all his calls to the cell and cancel all his meetings. She was skeptical at his rash decision.

It was hard nursing the man to recover using his own magic. He shared his life force freely with sleeping man and continuously the color of Draco's face began to return. During the entire night, he stayed awake to watch over his husband. Draco looked peaceful when he was asleep and for the first time since Scorpius was born, Harry found himself studying the man's features.

Draco's face had definitely sharpened out from the jeering face he remembered back in Hogwarts. Now the said man seemed to possess a more calming demeanor—friendlier. Maybe, he thought, it was because of Scorpius that Draco finally embraced the loving side of himself. Still, despite the age difference, Draco still looked as handsome as when he first saw him.

Harry was about to run a hand over the falling golden locks when his cell phone rang once again. He eyed the clock and read 7:00am.

"Yes?" he practically growled through the receiver. He wasn't surprised when it was Cynthia calling him once again.

"Harry-kun! Why aren't you at work?" She demanded, sitting on the desk in his office. She clutched the small frame in her hands which showed Harry and Draco smiling together. He was her man! He loved her! Why did he still have the blasted photograph on the table?

Harry sighed deeply. "I told you. I'm staying home because my husband is sick" He replied flatly, growling as he massaged his temples from the headache she was being.

"But it's Monday! Haven't you spent enough time with Demon?" She spat, slamming the frame down on the table. She wasn't very happy with her boyfriend's response.

He gritted his teeth at her cocky response. "It's Draco" He reminded, "Draco is sick and I fully intend to nurse him until his better."

"But Harry!" She was cut off when he slammed his phone shut and threw the batteries onto the floor. It was only then that he realized that Draco had began to stir. He was at the blonde's side in a heart beat.

"How are you feeling?" He asked lovingly, searching for the blonde's eyes. He grabbed a pale hand into his own and breathed in relief when it felt warmer than it had been the night before.

"Fine" Draco mumbled, still half-asleep. "You. Work" he barely shuttered. Harry hushed him, by placing a tanned hand on his lips.

"I'm staying" Harry told him firmly, pressing his forehead against Draco's. "I won't leave" he added. They stayed in that position for a long time until Harry decided to move. He slid inside the bed, scooping Draco into his arms. The soft mattress felt good against his tired body. He was thankful for Draco's recovery and finally he could find the confidence to sleep.

Draco welcomed the warmth which he had missed for so long. His heart fluttered at Harry's words. For the first time in a very long time, he felt that maybe the man could still love him somewhere deep down inside. Harry's strong chest pressed against him and he obediently snuggled into his husband's arms.

"Liar" he softly whispered, feeling the tears burn behind his eyes.

If only you would.

. . .

Draco woke up, feeling a hard chest against him. He shifted onto the sweet smelling body—it was too sweet. Opening his eyes, he saw Harry snuggle behind him. The man smelled spicy not sweet. He pressed his face close to his husband's neck and confirmed his hypothesis. It was her perfume and the bitch knew well to mark her lover. With weakened arms he tried to push the man away.

"Draco?" The action apparently had stirred the brunette from slumber. He groggily stared down at the blonde who glared back at him. "What's the matter?" he asked innocently.

"Piss off Potter and get off me" Draco hissed, repeating his earlier actions. Damn it, he hated being like this. He hated feeling utterly worthless when the man sharing his bed smelled like a woman!

"Hey! What are you doing?!" Harry fought back, urgency beginning to show in his voice as Draco pushed harder. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" he growled, pinning the other man's arms above his head and trapping him beneath his weight. Draco turned away and didn't answer.

"Draco" He gritted his teeth, staring furiously at the blonde. Their night's intimacy was gone in a flash.

"Don't you dare hold me in your arms like some damn woman!" Draco screamed fighting against Harry's hold. He failed due to his weakened magical and physical condition. At the moment he was still feeding off Harry's energy. The thought left a bitter taste in his mouth, he never did like pity.

Harry was startled by the blonde's accusation. He stated down at the man beneath him. "What are you talking about?" He never realized that Draco knew about the affair.

"I know about your goddamn rendezvous Potter" Draco snorted, continuing his struggle for freedom as Harry pinned him down. "I'm not the fool you play me for!"

This time Harry went from startled to shock, eyes locking with angry gray ones. He could practically feel the other man's hatred towards him. "You knew?" came his stupid remarks moments later.

"Of course I knew!"

"You never said anything" his voice softened.

"It wouldn't have made a difference" Draco answered quietly just as Harry released his hands. Immediately he brought the freed limbs to cover his face. He couldn't take this vulnerability, he couldn't take this confrontation. "You would have gone to her anyway"

The statement struck Harry like a million bolts of lighting. He never thought for one second that Draco knew about the affair, it was main reason he never felt too guilty about it. Now, discovering that his counterpart was aware of the whole situation made his guts turn inside-out; he felt sick to the stomach towards himself. He was despicable—hurting the man he had once loved.

"I…" he began, completely unsure of what to say. No words came from his mouth. "All this time, you?"

"I knew" Draco nodded, turning away because he didn't want to see Harry's face. No, it wasn't because he despised him; it was because looking into Harry's eyes would make his heart ache a hundred fold. He couldn't take it.

"Why?" was Harry's simple question. He moved off Draco but stayed to sit on the bedside.

"Because I love you"

Just then, Scorpius barged into the room crying straight into Harry's arms. "Papa!"

The couple shared a silent glance before returning back to their sobbing child.

"Scorpius baby what's wrong?" Harry cooed as he hugged the boy tighter to him. "You should cheer up, you're dad going to be okay" he tried to ease while he rubbed circles on the teen's back.

"See?" He flashed Draco a look and the blonde immediately understood.

"Scorpius love, daddy's okay." He also began to help calm their son. The boy merely listen his tear-stricken face from Harry's arms and cried harder.

"I thought you were going to die!"

"No baby" they said almost simultaneous, encircling long arms around the weeping boy. Together they worked on make the boy stop crying. Never once again did they repeat the earlier conversation.

. . .

Author's Note:

I think I shall end chapter three at that. Hmm. What do you think?

Chapter four, I guess will be starting tomorrow because I am sleepy!

Review if you wish.

-Arh.581958

*PS. Left hand is numb (cries) I got a vaccine!