Unfinished Business: Shattered Pieces
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Sleeping Beauty
"Why do you insist on trying to resist me?" Draco said, trapping Harry against a wall while trailing kisses along his neck. "You know as well as I do that you want this. We both want this."
"I can't," Harry moaned, tightening his grip of the blonde's shoulder when slender fingers trailed up his shirt. "We shouldn't do this."
"Don't worry, love. I've taken care of everything. Just let it happen," the blonde said as he sealed Harry's lips with a kiss.
As pale hands caressed his chest before pulling his shirt from his shoulder, Harry could no longer keep his desire at bay. Shaking off the other shoulder and slipping his arms through the sleeves, Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's neck, pulling the blonde closer to him.
While Harry was devouring Draco's lips, the blonde was making quick work of his pants. After pulling the buckles apart and easing the saviour out of the rest of his offending clothes, Draco wrapped the exposed legs around his waist.
Using the wall as leverage, the blonde released his bulging length from his trousers before aligning it with Harry's entrance. Then with a grunt of satisfaction as their lips were still locked, Draco eased into Harry.
As Draco slowly pushed his length deeper into the man before him…
"Sir," a voice called out.
As the man in his arms moaned out for him to go deeper…
"Sir," the same voice called out, louder this time.
Draco wrapped his arms around the saviour as he drilled his length…
"Mr. Malfoy?"
"What is it?" Draco snapped as he held his wand to his throat. He had been having just a good daydream before his assistant's persistent calling snapped him out of it.
"You asked to be reminded when it was 5 o'clock, Sir," the woman said, sounding a little nervous at her boss' temper. "It's 5 now, Sir."
"Thank you," Draco said, his irritation waning as he remembered his plan for this evening. "I'm heading home now. You can go home as well."
"Thank you, Sir," she said, sounding relieved.
Getting up from his chair, Draco walked over to his coat hanger and donned his robe before leaving his office. After saying goodbye to everyone, he strode over to the lift as quickly as possible.
It had been a few days since Draco's declaration to Harry. After his little vow, the blonde had decided to give the Auror some time to adjust. But that time away from the savior had left Draco wanting him even more. Now it was time to make Harry his.
What surprised the blonde was that he didn't want this to end up as just a physical thing. He wanted more from Harry. He wanted to spend time with him, experience what he experienced, to be integrated into his life.
But if he was going to make that happen, he was going to have to plan things perfectly. Step one: ease back on the seduction. Though that part had been very satisfying, Harry's resolve to resist his advances wasn't. Make no mistake. Draco wants him. But he also wants Harry to want him back.
Merlin help him, but he was starting to sound like a stalker.
It confused Draco because he had his perfect life. He had his pure blood wife, though that mattered little to him by the time they were engaged, what with the end of the war and the fact that he was 100% gay. But he had Scorpius, who was the world to him. He couldn't imagine his life without his son, though he could imagine it with more.
Two more sons and even a daughter…
The more Draco thought about it, the more the thought of adding Harry and his children to his small family somehow seemed right. He could imagine Harry and himself spending the day with them after work. He could see all of them in his mind's eye, living at a cottage out in the middle of nowhere, just enjoying their time together as a family. He could see with perfect clarity, Harry sitting in his lap, arms draped over his shoulder, whispering 'I love you' against his lips.
Now all he needed to do was get Harry to see that as well.
"I hope she wasn't too much trouble," Harry said, giving Molly a peck on the cheek as he walked into the Burrow to pick up Lily.
"As always, she was an angel," Mrs. Weasley beamed as she showed Harry into the living room. "Her imagination is running more wild than usual though. No doubt because Albus isn't here to play with her. But Hugo misses his sister as well so they're both in the same boat."
"Daddy," a tiny voice squealed at the sight of the Auror.
A second later, Harry was accosted by the redheaded 'angel'. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his waist as she smiled up at him with her bright brown eyes.
"What took you?" Lily pouted, her smile vanishing in the blink of an eye as she continued looking up at him. "Hugo got picked up hours ago."
"'Hours', Lily. I just saw Ron and Hermione leave with Hugo a few minutes ago."
"Well, it felt like hours."
"She's been eagerly waiting for you to pick her up, says there's something very important that she needs to talk to you about," Molly informed Harry, to which Lily nodded her head eagerly.
"Is that so?" Harry asked as he smiled down at his daughter. "Well then I guess we should be on our way then," he said before turning to the Weasley matriarch. "I'll see you tomorrow," he said as he gave her another kiss on the cheek. "Say goodbye, Lily."
"Bye Grandma Molly," Lily waved excitedly.
"Alright then. See you soon Lily," Molly smiled waving as they walked out of the Burrow.
"How would you like getting some ice cream before heading home?" Harry said, not ready to see Ginny quite yet.
"Seeing as how we always get some on Friday, I think that's a very good idea," Lily said as she followed her dad towards the border of the Burrow. "Besides, we have a lot to talk about."
"Oh really. Well then I suggest you hold on tight."
Wrapping her arms around her dad, Lily closed her eyes as the tightening feeling of Apparating took them away from the Burrow. When they landed on the outside of the Leakey Cauldron, Harry waited for his daughter to find her footing before they proceeded inside.
"Hello Harry, Lily," a voice called to them as soon as they walked inside.
Turning his head to the side, Harry smiled at the sight of Hannah walking over to them.
"Hannah. How are you doing?" Harry asked as he wrapped his arms around her.
"I'm doing just fine," she smiled. "And before you ask… No, I'm not over exerting myself."
"I wasn't going to ask anything of the sort," Harry said unconvincingly.
"You would be the first if that were true. My father is watching over me while I run the bar. He claims that retirement wasn't meant for him, that he's tired of staying at home by himself and wants to keep me company. He hasn't directly interfered with me, but my father's very sneaky. He keeps asking me if there's anything he can do since he's bored. He doesn't fool me."
"Can you blame him though? You know how much you mean to him," Harry defended softly.
"Yes. I know. That's why I haven't kicked him out … yet," she smiled. "So what brings you two here?"
"We're here for ice cream," Lily piped up, never liking when she was left out of the conversation.
"It's Friday already. Time sure does fly by," Hannah smiled down at the young girl. "Well then, don't let me keep you. Be safe, Harry," she said as she pecked him on the cheek.
"You too," Harry said as he started leaving.
"Bye," Lily waved to the bar matron, receiving a wave in return.
As soon as the pair entered Diagon Alley, Lily pulled her dad towards the ice cream parlour. Then she waited impatiently as two people were being served before them.
"Well hello Miss Potter," Fortescue greeted when it was their turn. "Let me guess. Double chocolate with extra sprinkles," he smiled.
Speechless at the very idea of that concoction, Lily merely nodded in awe as Harry laughed.
"Just regular chocolate for me thanks," Harry smiled.
"Coming right up," Fortescue said as Harry handed him a few Sickles. "No charge," he smiled before getting their order.
"Thank you," Harry smiled.
After getting their treats, Harry guided Lily towards one of the tables outside.
"So what's on your mind, little one?"
"Well," Lily said as she dug into her ice cream. "I've been having these strange dreams, you see. At first I thought that they were just that … dreams. But they don't feel like dreams anymore. They feel more like memories. But it doesn't make any sense. How can I have two sets of memories?" Lily asked in a rush.
"Slow down, Lil. What memory?"
"The one about our family," she said as if it were obvious. "I'm certain that it's not the way it's supposed to be."
"And how is it supposed to be?" Harry asked, humoring her active imagination.
"Well, for starters… We're not Weasley's, not by blood anyway."
"You think your mom's not a Weasley."
"No. She's a Weasley, but she's not my mother. You didn't marry her, you see. You married someone else."
"Who did I marry then?" Harry laughed.
"Him," she said as she pointed behind him.
When Harry turned to where his little girl was pointing, it was to find Draco Malfoy walking towards them.
"You and Father had James together but didn't marry until he was like two or three," Lily continued, unaware that her dad had frozen in his seat at the sight of the blonde. "Then you had Scorpius and Albus shortly afterwards. They're twins even though they look nothing alike. I think you once called them frat twins. Or something like that."
"Lily, that's enough," Harry said distractingly, standing up as he watched Draco saunter over to them.
"And then you had me and we all lived together at the cottage, and everyone was surprised that I ended up a redhead, but then figured that I got it from Grandma Lily," Lily continued, too distracted with getting everything she knew off her chest.
"I said that's enough," Harry said more firmly too which his daughter stopped with a small pout.
"And here I thought you weren't the disciplinary type," the blonde said as he reached their table.
"He's not usually. But he calms down after a good message," Lily said, smiling cheekily at the wide eyed look her dad gave her.
"I think it's time for us to leave," Harry said as he stretched out his hand to her.
"But I'm not finished my ice cream," she complained as she moved back, holding her treat close to her.
"Lily, right?" Draco smiled.
"You know my name," Lily said excitedly.
"My son mentioned you in one of his letters. He and your brother have become best friends."
"Oh," the redhead said a little disappointingly, "right," she smiled. "You could even say they're blood brothers," she hinted with a bright smile before the look on her dad's face had her giggling nervously. "Oh. Would you like some ice scream?" Lily asked Draco. "I'll go and get you some chocolate. That's your favorite right?"
"Why, yes it is?" Draco smiled before the little redhead bounced back into the shop. "I like her."
"I'm not surprised. You two are of the same mind, so it would seem," Harry grumbled.
"I'm sorry?" Draco asked, not quite catching what Harry said.
"You should be," Harry snapped. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to get some ice cream actually. Didn't know you'd be here but it is a delightful surprise," Draco smiled cheekily, not fooling Harry for a second. "It's a weekly tradition for my son and I. Every Friday we would come here for some ice cream. It felt odd not doing it today, even though he's at Hogwarts now."
"A likely story," Harry said disbelievingly, "seeing as how it's a tradition for me and my kids and I have never seen you here."
"Maybe we always miss each other," the blonde assumed only to have Harry scoff at him in return. "Or maybe we just weren't paying enough attention," he said softly as he started getting closer to the Auror, who backed up in response. "Are you paying attention now?" Draco asked as he trapped Harry against the wall.
"Malfoy," Harry said in warning as his heart started beating rapidly at such close proximity to the blonde.
"Do you mind if I sit?"
"Yes."
"Excellent then," the blonde smiled as he moved away, ignoring Harry's words as he took a seat.
"I'm with my daughter," Harry pressed.
"I do have eyes, you know? She is lovely, by the way. I bet she doesn't take after her mother."
"Actually, people say that I take after my father," Lily's tiny voice said as she came back with ice cream for the blonde.
"Why thank you," Draco smiled as he took the offered treat.
"You're welcome," Lily smiled brightly as the blonde took a bite. "Daddy, eat."
Sighing as he wondered how he had gotten himself into this mess, Harry sat back down, making sure that he was far enough away from the blonde to not get distracted.
"This is perfect," Lily smiled. "Now I can tell you both what I figured out."
"Lily. Not now," Harry warned.
"But how is he supposed to come back home if he doesn't know."
"I'm sorry, but am I missing something?" Draco asked, intrigued.
"Just my daughter's wild imaginings," Harry said as he gave Lily a pointed stare.
Pouting at Harry's words. Lily continue eating her ice cream. As she absently tasted her treat, she watched the two men react to each other. It was different from what she felt should be right. Even so, she knew now more than ever that she wasn't imagining things. This was her family.
At least part of it.
From the first day her dad left for the conference, Lily had started having strange dreams about her dad and this man. As the days went by, the dreams started feeling less and less like dreams and more like memories.
Happy memories…
=Flashback
"Daddy! Daddy! Come quick!" Lily yelled out as she rushed to Harry, who was currently washing the dishes with Scorpius.
"What is it, love?"
"Father's dead!" Lily said in a squeaky voice.
"What?" Harry laughed as he moved from the sink.
"It's not funny. This is serious. Come and see for yourself," she said as she grabbed onto Harry's hand and pulled him out of the kitchen and towards the living room.
That's where they found the blonde.
Currently, he was sitting on the couch, his head stretched back as it laid on the head rest. His arms were spread opened on either side of him. His eyes were closed but his lips were slightly parted. For all the world knew, Draco was dead.
"See?" Lily said as she pointed to the pale man. "He's so pale."
"Lily, your father has always been that pale. He's probably just sleeping."
"But what if he's not. You have to go and check," Lily said as she used her tiny hands to try and push Harry over to the couch.
"Alright, alright," Harry gave in as he walked over to the blonde. "Draco, wake up," he said as he shook the blonde's shoulder. "Draco, wake up. You're scarring our daughter," he said as he shook harder, though all that happened was the blonde's head rolling back and forth on the head rest.
"Kiss him," the little voice of his daughter demanded from behind him.
"What?" Harry asked as he turned back to his daughter.
"Kiss him. Maybe he's under a sleeping curse. Aunt Hermione told me a story where a princess was put under a sleeping curse and would only wake up with true love's kiss."
"You've got to be kidding me," Harry said doubtfully.
"I'm not kidding," Lily pouted. "It was the only way. Now kiss Papa before he starts wasting away," she said, pushing her dad forward.
"Oh very well," Harry rolled his eyes.
Sighing at the situation, Harry leaned over his husband, who was still motionless on the couch. Then he pressed his lips against the blonde's before he was suddenly grabbed from around his waist and pulled down onto the couch.
"Yay! Daddy woke Papa up!"
"Let's just make one thing clear," the blonde smirked to the laughing man in his arms. "I am not the princess," he said before capturing Harry's lips, to which the little redhead cheered.
Flash Forward=
"That's it!" Lily jumped as she got a brilliant idea. "You two have to kiss."
"What!" Harry asked, his daughter's words nearly giving him a heart attack while the blonde beside him merely smiled in amusement.
"It's a curse. It has to be. Only a curse would make Ginny my mother and Papa not my father."
"What is she on about?" Draco asked, looking slightly confused.
"Nothing," Harry said to the blonde as he got up from his seat again. "I think we should go now," he held out his hand to his daughter, "Now, Lily," he insisted when she pouted and pulled away from him again.
"But a kiss always breaks the curse," she whined as she begrudgingly took hold of her dad's hand.
"Enough Lily. I think we need to have a long talk when we get home," Harry said as he pulled her to him.
"Grimmauld Place is not our home. The cottage is."
"That's enough, Lily. Now say goodbye," he said, more out of habit than politeness.
"Bye Papa," Lily pouted sadly, too which Harry groaned.
Waving as the little girl was taken away, Draco couldn't help but feel left out, though intrigued. Very intrigued.
End of Chapter: Sleeping Beauty
