A/N: A few people will know how much the names Black Hawk mean to me. This is a little nod to my boys.
Thank you to Kira, who is still pre- reading this for me. And being awesome. As usual.

Chapter 15- The Blackhawks

Ron and Hermione definitely had to spend Boxing Day with the Weasley's, especially since they'd missed Christmas dinner the day before. The streets of London were pretty quiet; the chill and the snow keeping the sane people inside for the most part, making the decision for Harry and Draco to take Bear on a walk around the park an easy one.

Strapped into his new buggy, Bear looked decidedly excited to see the city in this new mode of transport. It was Ron and Hermione's gift to the baby; they didn't take him out nearly as often as they should, Hermione had decided, and the main reason why was that they didn't have a proper buggy to take him out in. It was a present for Draco and Harry just as much as it was one for Bear.

"Are we going to seriously talk about George's offer?" Harry asked, his hands shoved deep into his pockets to protect them from the cold.

Draco shrugged. "I don't see how we can. He's not ours to give away."

Harry sighed. "Yeah. I suppose."

"I meant what I said, Harry. There are plenty of children waiting for good homes. If they're that determined to take a War orphan then there's enough to choose from."

"So, the hearing…"

"I think we should ask for the same terms again. Another six months with the understanding that if Andromeda recovers then he'll go back to her."

"We don't really have a choice, do we?"

Draco sighed. "No. Not really."

There was still a chance that someone at the Ministry would object to them taking Bear for another six months, they were both aware of that. Or that Madame O'Connell or Ruth would have decided that Bear was better off with someone else.

The same hearing room was used as at the initial appeal when they arrived there, the first week in January. This time though, Harry and Draco stood side by side, Bear in his buggy next to them. Before they'd arrived they had decided that Bear would be Harry's responsibility and Draco would do the talking. Or, rather, Draco had decided that he would do the talking. It was what he was good at, after all.

The only sticking point was with regards to the press.

"I feel that a total media blackout with regards to the child is not an unreasonable request," Draco argued. "We have already had interest from an article printed before Christmas. The last thing this family situation needs is public attention."

"I appreciate your standpoint, Mr Malfoy," Howsham, the same wizard that had been present at the last hearing, said, "But by imposing a media blackout all we will be doing is stoking the media's interest. And you can be sure that when the blackout is lifted they'll be all over you like bugs on a Bowtruckle."

"I don't think we can practically enforce your request, Mr Malfoy," Madame O'Connell said, closing the file in front of her. "I am truly sorry. Any claims of harassment will, of course, be swiftly dealt with…

"Media aside, I am happy to grant Mr Malfoy and Mr Potter joint custody of the infant child Ted Lupin for a further six months, on the condition that any change in the medical condition of the child's maternal grandmother, Andromeda Tonks, remains unchanged. Any changes in Mrs Tonks' condition may result in the recalling of those present for further consideration. Do you understand?"

"Yes," answered both Harry and Draco.

"Court dismissed," Madame O'Connell said. "And gentlemen? Good luck."

xXx

Life continued.

Saturdays remained sacred to them both; Draco disappeared for hours and Harry steadfastly refused to ask where he was, what he did or who he was with. It was something that he'd been doing since before they moved in together, and it was easier to ignore the possible consequences of whatever he was doing than to challenge them.

Now that Christmas was over the Quidditch season would resume and Harry was more than a little excited for his first game with the team. They'd kept his membership to the team a closely guarded secret; Niko was determined that he be their 'secret weapon' that would stun the opposition into a spectacular loss, and thus move the Blackhawks up the league table several more points. It was strangely similar to pre- game tactics with Oliver Wood.

There was an understanding that on Saturday nights, when Draco returned from wherever he'd been, he needed more time to unwind than usual. Harry picked Bear up from Molly's when he'd returned to Grimmauld Place and showered, brought him home and waited. Not that he called it waiting. Sometimes Draco was home by five in the afternoon, other times it was closer to ten when Bear was already tucked up in bed, soundly asleep.

It wasn't that Harry wasn't curious. He was – insanely so. But more than his curiosity, he was respectful to Draco's privacy. There were, of course, things that he hadn't shared yet. Maybe he would in time.

After the Blackhawks' last training session before Harry's first match, Draco was home by about seven. And he brought Chinese takeaway with him. Harry smiled and turned his head up for a kiss.

"Thanks for dinner."

"Did you eat yet?" Draco asked.

"No. I was going to wait for you. Did you go to a Muggle place for that?"

"Yup," Draco said proudly. "I went to the bank this afternoon and changed up the money and everything."

Harry smiled. "I'm so proud of you."

Draco dumped a handful of change on to the coffee table. "I have no idea what to do with this, though."

"I'll sort it, don't worry," Harry said, laughing.

They ate on the sofa, much to Draco's chagrin but Harry insisted he needed to chill out more.

"What's this one?" Draco asked after they had pushed the leftovers to one side. He was holding up a shiny gold coin. "Looks like a miniature Galleon."

"It's a one pound coin," Harry said, smiling.

"Okay. And this one?"

"Guess," Harry said.

Draco turned the coin over and over in his hands. "Twenty pounds?"

"Almost. Twenty pence."

"But it says twenty on there!"

"There's a hundred pennies in one pound. That's twenty pence. Five of those are the equivalent of one pound."

"Yes, thank you, I can do basic mathematics. Who's the woman?"

"The Muggle Queen."

"Oh." Draco sighed heavily. "Muggle money is confusing."

Bear started to fuss from his spot on the floor; they quickly decided that Draco would put him to bed while Harry cleared up their dinner things and they disappeared to opposite corners of the house. Half an hour later Harry was stoking the fire in the grate when Draco returned.

"What did she sing tonight?" Harry asked.

The music box, rather than being confined to one voice or one song, sang a variety of different things. Tonks in particular had a rather eclectic taste in music, it seemed, and frequently sang rather inappropriate lullaby's to her son.

"Come To My Window?"

Harry shrugged. He was about as familiar with Muggle pop music as Draco was.

"Looking forward to tomorrow?" Draco asked as they settled back against the sofa, their feet stretched out towards the heat of the fire.

"Nervous," Harry admitted. "They seem to think I'm some big hotshot player that's going to 'save the team'…"

"And you don't?"

"No."

Draco laughed. "You underestimate your flying abilities? Really?"

"I haven't played in a long time."

"But you have been training with them for weeks now. You'll be fine."

"Thanks."

"You should get an early night," Draco said, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

"It's only nine!"

"Oh, I'm sure we can do something to help pass the time," Draco said, laughing as Harry pulled them up and raced him to the bedroom.

The next day was truly miserable; rain drizzling from a sky that was a patchwork of grey on grey.

"You'll be fine," Draco insisted again as he returned from his shower and found Harry at the bedroom window, staring dejectedly out at the weather. He wrapped both arms around Harry's body and rested his chin on Harry's shoulder. Then kissed his ear.

"Thanks. Are you coming?"

"Of course. I was going to bring Bear…"

"Don't. He'll get soaked then get miserable. Then you'll miss me catching the snitch."

Draco smiled. "Okay. I'll go and call Molly when I'm dressed."

Harry turned and captured Draco's lips in a desperate kiss. "Thanks."

It was strange for him, dressing for a Quidditch match but not in the familiar red and gold uniform. The Blackhawks wore purple and black, his name was stamped across the back in white, with the number seven, the normal Seeker's number. The boots were the same ones he'd had in school; despite shooting up a few more inches in the past year his feet were thankfully the same size. Their familiar, bashed up, worn in-ness was comforting. That, and they were encrusted with what was almost certainly Hogwarts mud. It was like a lucky charm.

"Yummy," Draco said from the doorway, making him jump. "Come on, stop looking at yourself in the mirror or we'll be late."

"That's rich, coming from you. Where's Bear?"

"With Molly. She says good luck. You know where we're going?"

"Yup."

"Will you take me too?"

Harry nodded. "Come on. Let's get this over with."

xXx

This was Quidditch like he'd never played it in school. He'd thought the Slytherins were rough. It was nothing compared to the Hornets, a violent, all male team from Liverpool who were bashing the living hell out of them. After ten minutes they were already sixty points down and the Hornets' Seeker, some bloke called Peterson, was doing his best to knock Harry off his broom.

It was rather humiliating. George and Angelina had caught wind of his recent foray into the world of Saturday league Quidditch and had come out to support him, Lee Johnson was there too, and Draco was watching from a different part of the stands. Despite the weather there was close to a hundred people watching, Harry guessed. The roar when they'd heard his name had been nearly deafening.

Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, Harry saw a glint of something right in the middle of the field. It mean having to fly back into the rain (which was now driving down in sheets), but he was determined to get this first game over and done with as soon as possible.

He literally flew a circle around Peterson (who, according to Niko was not the Hornets' first choice Seeker) and leaned down, shooting towards the spot where he was sure he'd spotted the snitch.

In a harrowing echo of his first ever Quidditch match at Hogwarts, the little golden ball flew straight into him. Smack between the eyes. Fortunately, his reflexes were good enough to prompt his hand to reach out and grab it before he checked his face for permanent damage.

The rest of the team piled on top of him and helped him get to the ground in one piece.

"Sixteen minutes!" Niko kept yelling. "New team record! We won in sixteen minutes!"

The Hornets were furious. The crowd were wet (and relieved it was over so quickly).

Harry smiled and joined in the excited chatter, but the searing pain between his eyes was distracting. Niko ushered his 'star player' over to the team nurse, who assessed that nothing was broken and gave him a vial of potion for the pain, which quickly dissipated.

"You were great out there," a warm, upper class voice said, although it chattered from the cold.

Harry whirled around.

"Thanks," he said, smiling. "It felt great to play again."

"The others send their congratulations but, and this is a direct quote, George said they were going to go 'get in from the fucking cold'."

"Want to go home?" Harry asked, his mind filling with the thought of a hot bath. And a warm body to share it with.

"It's usually customary in situations such as these to celebrate in a pub of some sorts." Draco appraised the soaking, muddy form in front of him. "After a shower."

Harry raised his eyebrow. "Shower?"

"Stop being a pervert and go and get changed."

Harry shook his head and went to track down his team captain. Niko was still celebrating with the team in the changing rooms, his outer clothes in a wet heap on the floor.

"Look, I need to head back…" Harry started.

"You can't!" Niko exclaimed. "We need to buy you a pint!"

"That's okay, really. I need to get back to my godson."

"Nice game, Harry!" Jenny called from the shower. She'd managed to get one goal in, bringing the total score to a respectable 160-60.

"Thanks," he called back.

"You'll be back next week for training?" Niko asked, looking concerned. "No room for slacking!"

"Of course," Harry insisted. "I'll see you on Saturday, yeah?"

Draco was waiting outside, ready to take them back to the house.

"Tired?" he asked as they landed straight in the bathroom.

"A little," Harry agreed.

"Do you need some help washing your back?"

It was an invitation. One that there was no chance in hell Harry was about to pass up.

"Only if it's help from you."

Draco smiled; one of those warm, contented smiles that starts deep in the belly and spreads through the chest and outwards until that little moment of happiness envelops anyone who has the fortune to stumble upon it. He started the shower to heat the water up and began to gently remove Harry's wet clothes while Harry stood still and let him, raising his arm or leg at the right moment to help.

When Harry was naked he ducked under the shower and let Draco strip off, then join him in the swirling heat. It didn't take long for the water to warm them through. Then the kissing started. It was what Harry imagined kissing in the rain would be like, only more intimate, more private, more naked... and much warmer. Draco's wet hands ran up and down the length of his back.

"You smell like outdoors."

Harry smiled and nodded. "Probably."

He heard the click of the bottle of shower gel then strong hands and long fingers started to work it into his shoulders. His hair was washed with the same deferent care. Draco made sure none of the suds ran into his eyes. That was important.

They were both hard, but that didn't seem to matter too much. Draco stood behind Harry, now, his arms wrapped around Harry's body while his fingers gently washed the mud from Harry's hands. This, too, was strangely intimate - having someone else wash his hands. Not unpleasant, though.

"I think I'm ready," Draco said, his voice rising above the sound of the falling water.

The words could have been interpreted any number of ways. Harry knew what he wanted them to mean.

"Me too," he said softly. He turned the water off and laid a kiss on Draco's cheek, then dried them both with a quick drying charm. The house was dark, because of the weather, not the late hour, and they walked to Draco's room hand in hand.

"Are you sure?" Harry asked as they fell on to the bed, hands already exploring and skin and muscles tightening.

"Yes. So very yes," Draco whispered against his neck.

The storm had turned nasty as they had showered and it would have felt like some kind of stormy night cliché if it weren't for Draco's hands, Draco's lips doing these things to him, the knowledge that this wasn't just his first time, it was his first time with Draco.

The little round tin from Draco's bedside table was now a familiar part of their night time activities. Harry reached for it and slicked up his fingers then caressed the spot behind Draco's balls as his mouth teased nipples and navel and the head of a sticky, hard cock.

With the pad of his finger, Harry circled Draco's tight opening gently before tucking his finger up and inside. Draco gasped and Harry just had to kiss him, it was an aching need that he couldn't ignore. Their kisses were sloppy with desire; tongues sliding together wetly and teeth leaving sharp little nips on swollen lips.

Just as Draco had showed him, he switched his index finger with his middle one, gently replacing one with the other until Draco was ready for him to press both fingers in together. The tight ring of muscle clamped down around Harry's fingers and he buried his face in Draco's neck as they both gasped for breath.

"Tell me when I find it..." Harry said, searching inside for that spot that had made him see stars.

"Oh, you'll know, don't worry," Draco said on a breathless laugh.

It was Harry's turn to laugh as he found a little raised bump deep inside Draco and pressed down on it experimentally, causing Draco to let out a most feminine gasp.

"There... right there," Draco said.

"I guessed as much," Harry teased, turning his head back for more kisses.

"Please, Harry, please," Draco begged against his lips.

"Okay."

Harry removed his fingers gently and sat back on his heels. He used more of the lubricant to slick his cock, probably taking more time than was necessary to make sure it was fully covered. As he did this, Draco flipped himself over, dropping to his forearms and knees as he spread his legs obscenely wide. Harry could see the heavy balls hanging between his legs with their light dusting of blonde curls and the thick cock with its painfully aroused pink tip.

"You sure-" Harry started but was interrupted with Draco's pained:

"Yes, now..."

It was a now-or-never moment as Harry moved behind the other man, not questioning their positions, just accepting Draco's better knowledge of sex. With one hand on Draco's hip, steadying him, and the other guiding his own cock, Harry pressed the blunt end against Draco's stretched opening and waited for the other man's body to accept his.

They both cried out as Harry slid inside the first few inches, although the sound was almost entirely drowned out by a heady crash of thunder. Draco's bedroom was warm, a little sanctuary from the storm, causing sweat to prick at Harry's neck and spine as he watched the truly phenomenal spectacle of his cock disappearing into the tight heat of Draco's ass.

Draco didn't seem to be satisfied being the submissive partner. His body arched and rolled, his spine in constant, languid, sexual motion; Harry found himself being taken deeper into Draco's body, not by his own force, but by the gentle rocking of Draco's hips.

It was sublime. One of his hands ran the length of Draco's spine, his hand flat, feeling every bump of his vertebrae, each white, raised line of scar tissue. The other curled around Draco's waist, gently angling their bodies together, not that they seemed to need any outside help to know each other like this.

The heat, the tightness, it was almost too much. He'd never felt this vital, this alive before. And it was all about the blonde haired man beneath him. It was Draco making him feel this way.

He moved his hand from Draco's hip and braced it on the bed, arching over the undulating body and fixing his lips between sharp shoulder blades, sucking the salty skin into his mouth and licking at the sore spot. Under him, Draco whimpered.

"Is this okay?" Harry whispered.

"Yes," Draco whimpered. "So good."

"Good."

Harry's hand moved, finding Draco's on the bed and cautiously linking their little fingers together. Another boom of thunder shocked him, and his head turned to the window to where the rain was sluicing down the glass. Their reflection was distorted by the weather outside, they looked animal, inhuman. He turned away instinctively but on the opposite wall was the large, ornate mirror that reflected their lovemaking in perfect, crystal clear quality.

"Draco," Harry murmured. "Look."

Draco turned too and chuckled softly when he caught Harry's eyes in the mirror.

"Deviant," he said. Harry thrust harder, Draco screwed his eyes shut and groaned. "Fuck, you feel good."

Harry's balls slapped repeatedly against Draco's, a disgustingly arousing sound of skin on sweaty skin, realising the reality of gorgeous, erotic, dirty sex like this. But he wanted more. More Draco, more kissing, just more...

Harry sat back and slid his hand around to Draco's sternum, pulling him back too so his chest was pressed into Draco's back and they could twist together for more of those delicious kisses. He found, too, that in this position he was perfectly placed to wrap his hand around Draco's cock, stroking him in time with what was now a slow, intense grind towards orgasm.

"Close, Harry," Draco gasped against Harry's lips.

"Me too."

His hand flew over Draco's cock until the still writhing man in his lap arched and cried out, as erotic and sexual in his orgasm as he had been from the first kiss. Harry followed him, lost in the bliss and the thudding of his heart that echoed in his cock and balls as they blissfully released, deep inside the man he was still holding, still pressing close to his body.

Harry dropped his forehead to Draco's shoulder and screwed his eyes shut as he got his bearings.

"Oh my god," he murmured.

Draco laughed softly. "Yeah. Oh yeah."

"There's no elegant way of moving from here, is there?"

"Not at all. Close your eyes, Potter."

Instead of feeling the sting of rejection from the use of his surname, these days it filled him with an amused warmth. They fell back on to the bed in a tangle of sticky limbs, casting cleaning spells and stretching out cramped thighs.

They ended up lying nose to nose, the only way Harry could see into grey eyes from this distance without his glasses.

"Are you okay?" Harry murmured, brushing hair back from Draco's eyes. "Did I hurt you?"

Draco hummed low in his throat. "It didn't hurt in a bad way. I'm sore, but it feels good. A good ache."

Harry kissed the hollow of his throat. Their fingers tangled together, moving slowly in a vaguely erotic dance.

"Okay. Good."

"It was amazing, Harry," Draco said, reassuring him with his words as well as his fingertips. "You were amazing."

Harry felt the blush in his cheeks and snuggled in further to hide it.

"We'll have to move in a minute. We need to go and get Bear."

"Please, Harry," Draco said in a pained voice. "Don't mention our baby when we're naked and riding a sex high."

Harry laughed. "Okay. We can stay here for a few more minutes."

He felt like he could almost reach out and touch the glow around them; despite the cold and the rain, this feeling was like tangible magic in the air between them. Draco's fingers gently played with the spiky strands of his hair and deep in his chest, there was the sort of calmness he hadn't felt in years. Hadn't felt ever, if he was honest with himself. It sort of felt like maybe, finally, this was family. This was home.

A/N: Tonks sings Come to My Window by Melissa Etheridge.
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