Draco's Journal

by Hippyveggie

Draco records his downward spiral as he falls deeper and deeper for someone who isn't his wife. Eventual Harry/Draco slash. Rated M for later chapters.

6. September

September 1,

Hogwarts started today and I almost miss it. Harry hasn't said a word to me, not one, since Asteria outed me. He speaks to James and Albus and Ginny when she is around. But not to me. Which is alright I guess. I haven't got anything to say either. I don't know what to say. Today we all sat around the Potter's living room and played with the kids. Ginny came over and was sitting with Albus in her lap rolling a ball to James, who was standing by me and Harry, and rolling it back.
"You two are acting weird." Ginny remarked rolling the ball toward James.
"We aren't weird, Gin. We are perfectly normal." Harry said. I snorted and Harry shot me a look. Ginny raised her eyebrows and then leaned down to snuggle Albus.
"The papers are on the table." She said. I raised an eyebrow and looked between the two. Harry nodded slightly and grinned at James.
I smiled at James too and leaned in to bump foreheads with him. He giggled and grabbed some of my hair in his fists, gently pulling his fingers through it. I smiled wider.
"Pretty." He said softly. I nodded. He turned to Harry.
"Pretty?" He demanded. Harry rolled his eyes and didn't answer.
"Pretty?" James insisted, holding some of my hair out to him. Harry continued to ignore him.
"Pretty?!" He screamed. Stamping his feet. He yanked on my hair hard, I was unprepared for it and the arm supporting me buckled. I fell sideways, my face crashing into Harry's lap. James was sobbing, still holding my hair so I couldn't move. My arm that was joined to Harry's was bent at a weird angle that twisted painfully. Harry seemed to be holding his breath. And Ginny was laughing. James was throwing a tantrum now and yanking more of my hair. Ginny sighed, laid Albus in a baby cot and scooped up James, released his hold on me and left the room holding him. I took a deep breath; in order to sit up I had to shift my body so I could use my free hand to push myself up. I rolled over slightly so I was on my back staring up at him. He was staring straight ahead, emerald eyes fixed pointedly on the bookcase across the room. His mouth was a hard line, and he hadn't shaved in ages. I sighed and stared at the ceiling for a moment. Then I struggled up into a sitting position. I pushed a hand through my long tangled hair. I turned and looked at him. His eyes darted away from me and back to the bookcase. I sighed heavily.
The rest of the day was unimportant. Harry signed whatever papers Ginny had brought and she took them and left with James and Albus. Harry then dragged me up to bed. He's supposedly asleep right now, so I'm writing. I'm going try to sleep and not let the sadness swallow me whole. All I want is to love him.

Sept. 5th

The last few days were busy. Apparently the papers Ginny sent over were divorce papers. She and Harry have been meeting (I guess with me there too) to discuss living arrangements. They have argued over the boys and belongings. Yesterday the argument was over houses. Apparently Harry has two. Something called Grimauld Place and the cottage we are currently inhabiting. Ginny has been living with her mum when she has the boys and at Ron and Hermione's when she doesn't. She thinks she should get this cottage because the boys are used to being here and Harry and I should move to Grimauld place. Harry doesn't have a good reason not to move there though. His excuse was my baby shouldn't be in the old house but Ginny said something about this not being about my baby and he knew it. Those two are always so cryptic and vague. Today though I think the decision is going to be made, given recent events. They are talking right now. I'm sitting in an old rocking chair in the kitchen doorway with my arm stretched into the kitchen while Harry and Ginny talk. They've put some charm up so I can't hear them. I'm dictating to my journal while I rock the chair gently.
Ginny had the kids today. I woke up to Harry shaking me and snapping that I need to answer the damn owl so he can sleep. I rubbed my face and flicked my wand at the window so the owl could fly in. It landed on my legs and I grabbed the letter and opened it. It had a simple sentence in unfamiliar handwriting.

Come to the hospital, baby is here.

"Harry we have to go." I said. He groaned and shoved his head under the pillow. "Harry it's the baby. Please. We have to go." He grunted and got out of bed. I followed and hurried into my robes. We apparated to the hospital and raced through the halls.
"Mr. Malfoy, thank goodness." A healer came running up to us.
"What is it? What's happened?" I cried.
"The baby came. She insisted we not contact you and when we tried she locked us out of the room endangering the baby. We had to promise not to write. We left the room to exam your baby right after it was born and when we came back she was gone. She left each of you letters."
"She's gone?!" I roared charging into her room. The bed was empty and a harried looking healer handed me two letters. I handed Harry his and opened mine.

Draco,
I've left. Didn't even hold our son. He's all yours. Maybe you'll raise him right. Maybe not. I don't care. I'm going to Gringotts to transfer most of my money into your account for the baby. Don't try to contact me. Enclosed are divorce papers so you can marry precious Potter.
Goodbye, don't give the baby a stupid name.
-A

I felt as though I'd been hit in the stomach with a Bludger. I glanced at the healers.
"My son." I croaked. A young witch hurried forward with a bundle in her arms. She placed it in my free one. Wrapped in the blankets was a tiny little baby. He had a small nose and a small button mouth. A fuzz of blonde hair covered his head and as I held him, he stretched and yawned. He smelled wonderful and I just stared at him in awe.
"Sir, the baby needs a name." A healer said, posed with a quill and a piece of parchment. I gazed at the perfect little infant.
"Scorpius. After a star. Just like me." I murmured, not taking my eyes off him. The witch scribbled.
"Is it Potter, Malfoy or a hyphened name?" She asked. I jerked my head upwards and stared at her. Harry stiffened next to me.
"Malfoy." I croaked. She nodded and scribbled some more. She tapped the paper with her wand and it duplicated. She handed one to us, Harry had to take it because I was holding my son. She smiled at the baby.
"He's cute isn't he? Here's some baby formula and diapers. No apparation for at least a week. Brooms are ok if you're careful. The formula will automatically refill for the next year, the mother set that up. Same with diapers. Also she set you up with a crib, some bedding, blankets and clothes. Good luck dads!" She said smiling.
Getting him and all the stuff to Harry's was a nightmare. Once we did, he owled Ginny and I sat down with my baby. Ginny arrived, crooned over Scorpius and now they are talking. It's so early, but the sun is slowly rising making the sky all pink and new like my precious son and everything feels ok. Harry and Ginny are shouting now. She's gesturing wildly and he's scowling. I'm glad I can't hear them. I do wish I had my other hand so I could hold my son with both. My one free hand is getting tired but I may never put him down. Ever. I'll just hold him, always.

Sept. 5th night,

We are at Grimauld place. Ginny insisted that there isn't room at the cottage and I had to agree. I offered Malfoy manner but Harry refused. This house is odd though. Severed elf heads on the wall and a shrieking portrait. The only explanation I got was "Sirius's mother." We are in a bedroom that is quite spacious for the amount of space the house occupies. It's also tastefully decorated in green and silver. We set up the crib right next to the bed so I can grab Scorpius without waking Harry. We showered quickly and are now lying in bed. Harry is on his back staring at the canopy above us. I'm writing and glancing at the crib every sentence.
"Will you stop? He isn't going anywhere. Here give him to me." I glanced at him. "Give me the baby. Finish writing and then cuddle him and then get some sleep. You'll need it." I passed him my baby. "If this little thing wakes me up I'll kill him. Yes I will." He said in a sing song voice staring at Scorpius. I'm going cuddle my baby and try not to be so madly in love with Harry. I don't think it's going to work but maybe that's ok.

Sept 15th

Well I finally have some time to write. Babies are exhausting. Merlin. Scorpius doesn't like sleeping during the night and he wakes up screaming at least three times. I've gotten very good at reaching over and grabbing him and giving him a bottle or just some snuggles if that's what he wants. All of it one handed too. I'd be proud if I wasn't so fucking tired. Merlin. Yesterday Harry was cooking and I actually fell asleep standing up and only woke up when I slipped into the sink full of hot soapy water where I was washing the baby bottles. Harry chuckled and suggested I take a nap. I shoved him and continued to work on the dishes. I'm still so in love with my son though. Gracious he's perfect. Harry and I are also becoming a well-oiled machine. The way we passed his sons between us is the same way we pass Scorpius. He even helps me feed him and change his diapers and bathe him. Ginny has kept James and Albus at her cottage, they visited a few days ago but James got so angry when we explained who Scorpius was that they left quickly. I do miss my monster though.

Harry has been trying to work from home. But it's hard having me and a baby permanently stuck to you. My favorite thing about our relationship though is what we do at night. (Nothing dirty, although I wouldn't be opposed). Scorpius gets lonely around midnight every night so I pick him up and put him in the middle of the bed between both of us. At first Harry just slept on, not even noticing, but one night I woke up to find Harry cooing to the baby rubbing his belly and smiling down at him. Now it's become a nightly thing. The only time Harry doesn't speak to me coldly is when Scorpius is cuddling with us. It's still awkward since Asteria spilled the beans but he's civil now. We talk about trivial things. Like work or the weather or Scorpius or his kids. But at night I can almost believe he's holding my hand because he loves me and that Scorpius isn't just my child but ours. Last night I grabbed Scorpius and rolled over placing him in the hollow between our joined hands and watched Harry rub his tummy. His shocking green eyes raised up to mine and he grinned before making faces at Scorpius. That baby is little but I think it's one of his favorite things too. I smiled down at them and leaned over to kiss my son. My hair fanned out around my face and my son, who grabbed it and held it in his tight little fist. I smiled and eased the long blonde strands through his fist. I settled back down and closed my eyes.
"You've got your daddy's eyes. Yes you do!" Harry cooed softly.
"And you're gonna have gorgeous hair like his. You'll have to watch out. James might kill you." He breathed. I kept my breathing slow and even, trying not to laugh.
"And I can tell you've already got his beautiful face, yes you do. And maybe his ability to fall asleep quickly. Lucky duck. Yes he is. Yes he is." Scorpius twitched on the bed the way babies do and Harry chuckled softly.
"My babies are gonna be jealous of you. Cause I love you little Scorpion. I didn't want to. But look. Look at your dad's face, how can I not love the cute little baby version of that handsome man." The bed shifted and I heard Harry kiss Scorpius. Then a hand brushed my hair back off my face. "Such a handsome man." He murmured and settled down. I got even less sleep that night than normal. I kept repeating his words over and over again. Scorpius woke up at the crack of dawn and my hand collided with Harry's as we both reached for the baby. I smiled and watched him sit up and scoop up my son. I sighed.
"Didn't sleep much?" Harry asked, propping up the baby on his knees and making faces at him. Fitting my ten day old son seems as in love with Harry as I am.
"No I didn't."
"You can sleep a little longer if you want. I've got him. Don't I Scorpion?" Harry said. I laughed.
"Nah I'm up now. We all stink. I don't think I've showered since the day he was born and since we are attached together I'd say it's been that long for both of us." Harry nodded. We climbed out of bed and walked into the bathroom off the bedroom. It's all black and white tile. There is a large bathtub with snakes for taps, a black marble toilet (that seems excessive to me, like really a marble toilet?), a white marble sink with snake taps and then a large square shower with glass walls. It's opaque until about shoulder height and then clear up to the ceiling. The bathroom has also got a baby changing table that has high walls so Scorpius can lie in it while we shower. Harry settled him in it while I undressed. We still never look at each other naked. We walked into the shower and adjusted the water. It felt amazing and I stood there under the hot stream and watched Scorpius.
"He's fine Draco, we are right here. Calm down." He murmured soaping up his hair. When he washes his hair he soaps up and then closes his eyes and stands directly under the stream until all the shampoo is gone. And it's so sexy. The water cascades down his face and his chest (I try not to look lower). His messy hair is all over his face and sticks to his neck. I love it. I found myself gaping at him, my sleep deprived brain couldn't look away. He opened his eyes and pushed his hair out of his face gazing back at me. I knew I should look away. Should tear my eyes from his mouth and nose and hair, but oh Merlin I couldn't.
"You're staring."
"Yes." I replied trying to remember how to wash my hair. Scorpius fussed but even that didn't rouse me from my staring. Harry stared back and stepped out of the stream of water. He tossed his hair back and stepped closer to me. I swallowed.
"Why are you staring? Something wrong?" I shook my head numbly. He was coming too close and my brain was sending off all sorts of red flags.
"Nothing wrong? Something on my face then?" He asked softly, voice low and lips parted. He was standing really close now and was staring into my eyes with an almost innocent expression on his face. And suddenly I couldn't control it. I shoved him against the wall and kissed him hard. My mouth smashing into him, our joined hands against his chest pinning him to the wall, my other hand on the side of his head. I sucked his lower lip and hungrily kissed him. His hand was on my chest, he was trying to push me away but it was a feeble attempted and eventually he just flattened his palm on my chest. I shoved my tongue into his mouth and explored it aggressively. He was panting and responding to me, pushing back against my mouth, his tongue dancing with mine. I was angry and turned on and in love and trying to convey all that with the kiss. I was hungry and he tasted like sweet rain and some kind of fruit. He was soft under my mouth and he was everything I wanted.
"Your baby is crying, why don't you two...whoa ok! James, daddy and Draco seem busy, go downstairs." Ginny's voice was probably the only thing that could have separated me from him at that moment. I jumped back from him. Ginny was balancing Albus on her hip and surveying us with a raised eyebrow.
"So you two finally together?" She asked.
"No." Harry snapped. Ginny chuckled. I sighed and rubbed a hand through my hair. I waved my hand and the water turned cold because I needed some cooling down. Harry jumped and glared at me.
"Ok well I'm gonna take your son downstairs. Join us when you're done, why don't you?" She said teasingly. She scooped up Scorpius and left the bathroom closing the door with a click.
"What the hell Malfoy?!" Harry cried. I stared at him with an eyebrow raised.
"Oh like you hated it." I sneered rinsing my hair.
"That's not the point! You can't just kiss someone Malfoy!" He cried. I smirked.
"Clearly I can. I just did." I replied. He spluttered for a moment.
"Malfoy! Merlin! What was that?"
"That was me responding to you."
"Me?!"
"You, you who walked up to me naked in the shower and you who taunted me. What did you expect me to do?" He looked like I'd hit him. Without thinking I raked my hand through his hair, feeling no soap I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, dragging him with me. I tossed him a towel and dried off. He wrapped it around his waist, jammed his glasses on his face, and glared at me.
"Don't look at me like that. You kissed me back." He opened his mouth but I held up my hand. "Listen, you know how I feel. Asteria told you that. I love you Harry. I have since school. Since you pulled me on that broom 7th year. I love you. And I'm sorry that sucks so much Potter. I'm sorry we are stuck together. But I love you. I'm sorry I'm so horrible and that I'm Draco fucking Malfoy but you kissed me back." I snapped. He look shocked. I dressed and we headed downstairs. Harry has looked like I've punched him all day. He jumps when anyone talks to him. Whatever. He can play victim if he wants. I don't care. I feel better now that I've told him. Maybe that won't last but I feel better.

September 17,

Harry hasn't spoken to me since I declared my love. I regret it only a little. I feel powerful again like I used to in my school days. Like he's tiptoeing around me and all I have to do is blow a kiss and he'll explode into a thousand pieces. I'm only a little drunk on it. Only a little I swear.
During the day I feel powerful I should be honest. At night I lie awake and hate myself. Hate the way he doesn't look at me, I hate the way he jumps when I move, and I hate the way I'm not the one in control, he is. Last night I grabbed my wand and slashed it over my Dark Mark. Harry was already asleep and he didn't wake up. The pain helped. It hurt like hell. But it reminded me I'm alive. I'm not dreaming and I'm alive. I conjure gauze and covered my self-inflicted wound. I've slept horribly since my confession which I guess is only two nights (Merlin was it only two days ago?) but caring for a newborn and dealing with my inner storm is exhausting. This morning I woke up from weird dreams just in time to vomit over the side of the bed. I swore quietly and cleaned it up. Too late. He was awake. He gazed at me as I wiped my mouth. I sighed and leaned back into the pillows as the room spun. I breathed in slowly. I felt sweaty and gross. Harry sighed.
"Looks like we are in bed today. I'll have Ginny keep Albus and James." He said, not looking at me. I barely nodded. Harry picked up Scorpius and smiled and cooed at him softly. An owl fluttered in then and landed on my knee. It stuck out its leg impatiently. I took the letter weakly.
"That's Hermione's owl. Is the letter for me?"
"No it says my name on the front." Harry nodded. I ripped open the letter.

Dear Draco,

Harry's owl has just arrived. I'm sorry to hear you are sick. However I'm concerned about something. Ginny says you have confessed your love for Harry? First of all that's wonderful! Second, knowing Harry he hasn't done anything has he? Typical Harry. I swear that man is so dim sometimes. I, however, have an idea. I realized I loved Ron when smelling Amortencia. You should know the potion? The one that smells like the thing that attracts someone the most. I've enclosed some. I know Harry well. Chasing Voldemort bonds people I suppose. Spill some of the potion somewhere. All over his papers when he's distracted or sleeping maybe? Knowing him he will probably rant about what it smells like. If, he rants about it smelling like you call his bluff. If not then write to me and I'll give another suggestion. I want you together. He needs someone like you. And I think you two would be adorable.
Also, I've done some reading on your curse. I know how to break it. It's designed to bring people together. He has to confess he loves you in order to break it. But not faking it. He has to mean it. He has to truly love you in his soul and his heart. He has to realize that life without you isn't a life he wants. I think you have already realized this for yourself. I've seen it. Your eyes show that you don't want to be without him ever. Make him feel the same and then you two will have two functioning hands again.

Best of luck,
Hermione.

Ps. Use the potion!

I held up the vial to the light.
"What's that?"
"Something for my stomach. I'm not supposed to use it until tomorrow though." I lied, tucking the small vial into my nightstand. I'm going to use it in a few days when I'm feeling better. See if it works. Maybe I'll get Harry and my hand back all in one day.

September 19th,

I did it today. Put the potion on something of his. I decided to put it on the boys. A little unconventional I know but Harry always snuggles the kids so I figured a little on all of them would be bound to get him to notice. This morning as I changed Scorpius I rubbed some of the potion around his neck. He smelled great. Like himself and Harry. It was wonderful. Then when James tackled me when they showed up, I rubbed some in the boy's hair. Albus was trickier because I rarely hold Albus. But when Ginny suggested that I hold Albus for a minute, I seized the moment. I rubbed some on him, the same as Scorpius, Harry being oblivious didn't notice. Ginny smirked at me though and I grinned. She knew, and with a knowing chuckle, snuggled Scorpius. It didn't take long.
We were all sitting in the sitting room of the drafty house. Harry and I on the love seat, Ginny lounging on the couch holding Scorpius, James on the floor in the middle (the two couches faced each other), and Albus lay in Harry's lap waving his fists. Harry scooped him up and brought him up to his face.
"Wow Albus you smell really good." He said smiling. Ginny shoved James not-so-subtly over to Harry, who was once again oblivious and ruffled James hair. A whiff of Harry hit my nose so I knew Harry smelt it.
"Wow James you too! You smell great!" He grinned down at James. James beamed back and turned to me. An idea hit me then.
"Yes Monster. You smell great. Just like your dad's shampoo." I said grinning. Harry frowned.
"No, mine smells like cinnamon. That's not what he smells like. They both smell fruitier. Like strawberries or coconut maybe." He breathed deep. "I know that smell. Where do I know that smell?" He said brow furrowed in concentration. He seemed to think for eternity. "Wait." He leaned in and stuck his nose in James' hair. "It's your shampoo Draco. Right?" He asked. I swallowed barely able to believe what he was saying.
"Yes. Strawberry coconut summer." I supplied. Ginny snorted. "What?! It makes my hair soft!" I cried. Harry was staring at me. Ginny raised an eyebrow at us.
"Oh wow! Look at the time! James, Albus, let's get going." Ginny said. He handed Scorpius to Harry and took Albus and James and disapparated on the spot. Harry gaped at the space they had vacated.
"What was that all about?" He asked.
"You like my shampoo?" I said.
"Uh... Yes."
"I put Amortencia on the boys." I said quickly. Harry blinked and looked blank. "The potion that smells like what a person is attracted to?" I asked. Harry froze, his whole body rigid. His hand clenched mine and his green eyes darted away from mine. I picked up Scorpius and laid him in a crib at the end of the couch. Then I looked at Harry. "You're attracted to me." I said matter-of-factly. He swallowed loudly. "So why don't you just admit it?" I asked. Harry blew out a breath and turned away from me. I leaned close, right next to his ear and whispered "Scared, Potter?" He rounded on me and gaped at me. I grinned. His breathe was coming in gasps. I glanced down and noticed the bulge in his pants. I smiled a wicked smile. "Ah, not scared. Aroused." I breathed staring at him. I scooted closer so he was forced to lean back against the arm of the couch. His lips were parted and he was staring at me. I hovered over him staring down into his eyes. I leaned down and pecked his cheek. "You never answered the question." I murmured still staring at him. He stared up at me.
"I'm not scared." But his voice shook which made it unconvincing.
"Ah if you aren't scared, then why are you denying your attraction to me?" I murmured, lowering myself so my words were whispered inches from his lips.
"I'm not." He puffed out.
"Not attracted to me? Oh dear, Mr. Potter lying just won't do." I murmured again closer to his mouth. His breath was loud and halting as if he couldn't remember how to keep drawing air in and out.
"I'm not lying. And I'm not scared." His words were low and breathy.
"No? So if you aren't scared and if you aren't aroused why are you hard and why is your heart pounding?" I asked, low and dangerous. Harry just stared at me. He didn't respond, except that he remained hard against my leg and his pulse continued to thrum through his body. I leaned closer and he closed his eyes, lifting his chin up. I smiled and brushed a feather light kiss on his cheek. His moan of disappointment escaped his lips before he could bite it back.
"Ah. Greedy, aren't we Potter? What is it you wanted me to do?" I whispered.
"Get off me." He answered. But it wasn't convincing, his eyes were still closed and his free hand lay relaxed on the couch.
"Haven't we talked about lying? It's not a very nice thing to do." I murmured.
"Not. Lying." He panted.
"Yes you are. Do you want me to kiss you? Or maybe touch you?" His whole body shuddered at those words.
"Please." He murmured after a moment's hesitation. It was soft, barely audible.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you."
"Please." He said softly, only slightly louder.
"Please what Potter? Please could mean anything like, please take Scorpius." I prompted, picking up my son and lying him in the play pen next to us. Harry didn't notice.
"Please." He repeated. I chuckled and leaned even closer.
"Please what?"
He was panting and gasping.
"Please kiss me!" He finally choked out. I suppressed a shiver of arousal.
"Louder." I ordered.
"Please kiss me." He whimpered.
"Still not loud enough Potter." I said.
"Please! Kiss me!" He practically screamed.
"As you wish." And I kissed him. But I'm a tease and it was too easy. So it was gentle and close lipped. He was greedy and sloppy, licking my lips and pushing a hand in my hair. He moaned against me and slumped back against the couch.
"Please."
"You said kiss you. You didn't specify how." I said. He growled low in his throat and scowled at me.
"You're cute when you scowl at me." I muttered.
"I am not cute! Now kiss me like you mean it!" He demanded. I laughed and leaned down. I kissed him gently. He was all passion though. Like he always had been. His free hand snaked into my hair forcing my mouth harder against his. I smiled and he forced his tongue into my mouth. And time stopped the way it does when someone kisses you like that. It makes me grateful that my brain knows how to keep me alive without me being conscious of it. Because kissing Harry like that makes me forget I'm alive and sends every nerve in my body screaming that this is what it is to live all at the same time. I don't know or care how long we kissed like that, the next thing I remember is being on the floor with Harry panting above me.
"Are we going further?" He demanded, all passion again.
"No. I'm not going to have sex with you right now." I say. Harry blew out a breath frustrated and rolled off me where we both lay on the floor panting. I don't remember falling off the couch. I turned and glanced at him. His chest was rising and falling rapidly and his hand was shoved into his hair making it even more of a mess. He turned and looked at me.
"I've never kissed anyone like that." He breathed. I smiled.
"I have." I answered. He looked shocked.
"Who?"
"You. You've just never kissed me back like that before." I said smiling. I turned back to stare at the ceiling. I was becoming less aroused and my breathing was evening out. So was Harry's. I sat up and sighed. Then I pulled Harry up and grabbed Scorpius who had started fussing.
We cooked together and laughed together. I guess steamy make out sessions will lessen some tension. We lay in bed later, I was lying on my back rocking Scorpius to sleep in his cradle and Harry was reading also lying on his back. It's weird how normal we can be after kissing like that.
"Draco?"
"Yes?" I said turning to look at him.
"What made you love me?" He breathed. I smiled thinking.
"You were entered into the triwizard tournament. I was sitting in the stands watching you face that dragon and I was terrified. I thought you'd die. And I thought until that moment that that was what I wanted. And then you walked out and looked so scared and nervous and I was terrified. I didn't want to watch you die. I remember lying in bed later wondering why the hell I was so worried. And then a few weeks later I was talking about you and Pansy teased me about having a crush on you. It took me three years to acknowledge it. Well lots more but remember what would have been our 7th year? The fire, when you saved me?" He nodded. "You pulled me into your broom and I was terrified, but you were strong and steady and had always hated me but were so kindhearted that you saved me. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe someone outside of my parents was nice enough to save my life." I turned onto my side and gazed at him. He was staring at the canopy of the bed. "And then you ran off to fight. And I couldn't believe how good you were. Still are. And I wanted to stay near your light and happiness because I'm so broken and twisted. I want to stay near you. Because you feel like home and you relax a part of my soul I didn't know was clenched. I love you. And I can be ok if you don't love me. But Merlin's Beard I love you Harry Potter." I said the last part softly. He turned to look at me then. His green eyes swirled with emotion. He leaned over and kissed me softly. Then he turned so our joined hands stuck out and his back nestled against my chest. I buried my face in his hair and drifted off to sleep.

September 20th,

I woke up this morning to a hand brushing through my hair gently. The fingers trailed softly down my face and then lingered on my lips for a moment.
"I wish I had my other hand. I want to touch your face and hair at the same time." He whispered. I smiled softly and opened my eyes. Harry blushed and pulled his hand back.
"No. That felt nice. Don't stop." I said pulling his hand back in my hair. He smiled and propped himself up on his elbow to reach my hair better. I sighed and relaxed into the pillow.
"James loves having his hair played with too. When he was born he would stretch and wiggle into my hand when I'd rub his head. And he still loves it. He's so like Sirius like that." I gazed at him.
"Sirius always loved it when Remus rubbed his head."
"Professor Lupin?" I asked surprised. Harry smiled, focused on a knot in my hair.
"Yeah. I don't know if he and Sirius ever got together officially or if they were just in the closet so to speak. But they loved each other. I wish I'd had more time with both of them." His smile turned sad. "You should meet Remus's kid. He's a goofball. You'd like him. He's spunkier than James but just as wild." I smiled at his words.
"Bellatrix was the only relative I ever met and she's not exactly warm and loving." I murmured. Harry smiled and leaned down kissing my forehead softly. I gazed up at him, all dark hair and startling eyes.
"Where does this color come from? Dad or mum?" I asked running a hand under his eyes.
"My mum. She had green eyes and dark red hair. I wish I'd known her." He said softly. I looked at him for a moment.
"She'd like your kids I'm sure." I said.
"See people always say that. And I know they mean well but I never knew her. I don't know if she'd have liked James or Albus. I don't know what she would have said about Ginny and I splitting. I don't know what my dad would have said either." I smiled softly.
"I think they would be on your side no matter what." He looked at me and smiled.
"My dad and Sirius probably had a good laugh at our predicament." He murmured. I chuckled.
"My dad is rolling in his grave." I said laughing. Harry's brow furrowed but he didn't say anything. He flopped back on to the bed.
"I want to be the kind of parent I never had. Loving and open and supportive and always there. And excepting no matter what."
"You will be Harry. You already are." I murmured. I turned my head and looked at Scorpius. He was sleeping, looking peaceful.
"Draco?"
"Yes?" I said turning back to him.
"I..." He took a deep breath. "I... I love you." He stammered out. Before I could say anything in response, bright green and red light shot from our joined hands and rocketed around the room. And then my hand sprang back from his. As the light dissipated I held up my two hands and stared at them. Then I turned to Harry who was staring at his hands too.
"I love you too." I said leaning over and kissing him firmly on the mouth. I pushed a hand into his hair and the other rested on his cheek. We kissed intensely and hungrily until Scorpius cried. I leaned back with a growl and reached for Scorpius.
"How is it holding him with both arms?" He asked.
"Wonderful." I answered running my finger down his cheek, the rising passion from only seconds before slowly fading. "It's wonderful." Harry smiled.
"I'm gonna go to the bathroom by myself and savor every minute." He said. I laughed at that. I continued to gaze at Scorpius.
"Good morning baby boy. Good morning." I murmured. Harry came back from the bathroom stretching and flexing his fingers. I stared at him hungrily. He was shirtless and toned and when he stretched his arms up above his head, his muscles rippled. He walked over to the bed and wrapped his arms around me and Scorpius.
"Is holding him as wonderful as me holding you?" He breathed in my ear. I swallowed.
"Close." I replied. He kissed my neck softly and rested his chin on my shoulder. I leaned back into him.
"I wasn't sure if I really loved you when I said it. I'm sorry but then our hands separated and now I know." He nuzzled me.
"Gosh Harry, you sure know how to make a man feel special." I said sarcastically. He chuckled.
"I'll make up for it later. First I want to snuggle my own kids. And maybe shower by myself." I laughed and he climbed back out of bed. He wrote to Ginny and then we took turns showering. It was lonely to be honest. Ginny and the kids came over after that. Ginny snuggled Scorpius while I hugged James hard.
"Dada Dwaco no stuck to Dada!" He cried upon seeing us and hurled himself into my arms. Ginny roared with laughter.
"Of course he's more excited about seeing you than his own father." I laughed and sat on the floor so I could hold James better. Harry was holding Albus and grinning at Ginny, James and I.
"So I take it you two have finally confessed your love?" Ginny asked. Harry smiled and turned to look down at me, grinning bigger. I smiled back.
"Do I need to take all three boys tonight?" She asked. Harry froze and I stilled. We glanced at each other. I tried to keep my face steady.
"Yes please." He whispered not looking at her. She laughed.
"Alright. Draco take your son. I'll go get his diaper bag and such and let you two love birds enjoy some time together." Ginny took only five minutes and then came down, put Albus back in his stroller picked up Scorpius and tried to lead James out of the room.
"No! Dada Dwaco!" He screamed.
"Monster. I'm right here and I'll see you later." He sobbed and clung to me. Harry kneeled down and looked a James.
"Look Jamie. Draco isn't going anywhere. I love him more than you do and I'm not gonna let him go anywhere." He said. I bit my lip trying really hard not push him onto the floor and kiss the living crap out of him. Ginny laughed.
"Come on James we'd better leave before you see something that will scar you for life." She was able to lead James away. "I'm not gonna tell my brothers or Hermione till later. I'll owl before I bring the boys back over." She smiled at us and then left. When the door closed I stood up, grabbed the front of Harry's robes and shoved him against it. I kissed him hard, my hands on either side of his face. I shoved my tongue into his mouth and tipped his head back against the door. He clutched at me, hands bunching up my shirt, and breathe fanning across my face. I pulled back and kissed down his jaw and down his neck, sucking the soft skin until I found a spot that made him huff out a soft "oh!" when I sucked it. He panted and tilted his chin up, giving me better access. His hand tangled in my hair and he was gripping my shoulder tightly.
"Draco."
"Hmmm?" I asked against his neck.
"I've... Never ... Been..." He panted, seeming to lose focus with every word.
"Never been with a man?" I supplied. He nodded. I pulled back from his neck, smiling slightly at the purple bruise forming there and looked at him.
"We won't do anything you don't want to. Ok?" I murmured my hands cupping his face. "You tell me when to stop and we will. If all we do today is make out here or in bed or the couch that's fine. And if we do more, then wonderful. But anything with you is a gift I never thought I'd have." I breathed. He stared up at me.
"Is it ok if I don't know what I want yet?" He asked.
"It's perfect." I said and kissed him slower this time. I pulled back and leaned my forehead against his.
"Where to?" I asked. He thought for a minute.
"Bed?" He said softly. I grinned and scooped him up. He gasped and clung to me. I carried him up the stairs.
"I've never been carried." He said leaning against me.
"Yeah you weigh a ton. I've watched you eat for the last like month. You shouldn't be this fat." I teased. He laughed and kissed my cheek. I got to our room and closed the door behind me before setting him down on the bed. He lay back and watched as I loosened the tie I'd put on. I sat on the bed next to him and leaned over him.
"And now what?" I inquired. He thought for a minute.
"Kiss me?" I leaned down and sealed my lips to his. Gently though.
"Like this?"
"No. Can um..." He bit his lip. "Would you lie on top of me? And kiss me?" He asked timidly. I smiled and climbed onto the bed. I straddled his hips and gently eased my weight down on top of him. I kissed him gently.
"You ok?" I asked. He nodded.
"Yes. I like this." He murmured running his hands up and down my back. I kissed him gently again. And then I thought fuck it and kissed him passionately. My tongue pushed into his mouth, tasting and exploring his delicious mouth. He answered greedily, tongue dancing with mine. He was tugging on my shirt.
"What?" I asked against his mouth before shoving my tongue back in. He broke the kiss.
"Shirt off." He groaned. I laughed and undid the buttons. He helped me, sloppily pushing it off of me. He ran his fingers down my chest and I sat back on my heels to let him look. He sat up too and ran his hands over my chest lightly. I shifted my legs out from under me so the crossed over his. He trailed fingers over my scars.
"I'm sorry." He said, voice choked.
"Hey. I lived didn't I?" I said lifting his chin. "Hey Harry. It's ok. I know you regret it. I know. But they make me look sexy right?" I said smiling. He smiled slowly. Then he leaned down and kissed down all of the scars slowly. He pushed me back so my head hung off the bed. He started kissing the scars and sucking on them lightly. It felt amazing and I closed my eyes, enjoying it. He grabbed my ankles and pulled me further up on the bed. And then he kissed me again. He sucked on my lower lip and trailed his hand down my chest until it rested on the bulge in my pants. I gasped when he moved his hand and he took the opportunity to shove his tongue in my mouth. He palmed me through my slacks and I moaned.
"Ah! Harry!" I moaned. He smiled hovering above me.
"You like that?" He breathed rubbing a little harder. I arched into him, normally my stamina was pretty high, I could go for a while but something about Harry being the one touching me after all the sexual tension from us being stuck together made it almost painfully sensual. I was panting and gasping, clutching him.
"Shirt off." I moaned because that wasn't enough. He laughed and pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it aside. He kissed my neck, and kept touching me. Suddenly it was all too much.
"Harry!" I cried, arching up and then I was climaxing.
He held me, arms wrapped around my head, and kissed me slowly, until I relaxed.
"Did you..?" I asked between breaths trying to focus.
"Cum? Yes I did. Right after you." He said softly. He kissed me slowly.
"I'm sticky." I murmured. He chuckled.
"Maybe a shower? Together?" He asked. I nodded vigorously.
We walked into the shower. I stripped off my pants and underwear and got in the shower starting the warm water. I felt suddenly shy, and quickly rinsed myself. He climbed in behind me and chuckled.
"What?" I asked turning my head.
"You have an unbelievable ass." He said. He reached out and grabbed it. I jumped slightly and felt myself get aroused all over again.
"If I kiss you will you yell at me afterward about how I can't just do that?" I asked turning and pushing him back toward the tiled wall of the shower. He chuckled.
"No I won't yell at you." He said and I smiled before kissing him. We both were enjoying having two hands. One of his was resting on my heart the other tangled in my hair. I pushed a hand in his hair and used the other to hold his face. We kissed for a while and it was wonderful. Then I pulled back. He looked up at me, he'd removed his glasses and his emerald eyes were gazing at me. I kissed down his neck and down his chest slowly, sucking his nipples and taking my time until I was kneeling in front of him. He was panting and I gently sucked on his hip, biting and worrying the skin until there was a mark. Then I looked up at him. His hands were tangled in my hair.
"Is this ok?" I asked. He nodded as though his life depended on it. I leaned forward and kissed his tip slowly. He shivered. I smiled and opened my mouth, slipping over him slowly until he was all in my mouth. I breathed slowly waiting for him to relax a little. I slipped over him until he popped out of my mouth, causing another shiver.
"First one?" I teased.
"N-no. But it's y-you." He stammered, hand still holding my head, his head braced against the shower wall. He was so sexy from this angle that I had to remind myself to go slow, to let him enjoy it. I took him back into my mouth and sucked gently, wrapping my hand around his shaft and moving slowly. He groaned and his hips twitched. I smiled and sucked harder on his head. I used my tongue to lick him gently and elicited a delicious moan from him. I smiled slightly and then moved forward until all of him was in my mouth. He gasped and his hips twitched again. I hummed in my throat causing him to thrust into me. I opened wide and sucked him in, letting him move to his own rhythm. Moments later he cried out my name and came, heavy and hard in my mouth. I waited for him to calm before looking up at him and slowly swallowing, making sure he was watching. He shuddered, before yanking me up to kiss me. He kissed me sloppily and I savored every minute of it.
"Wow." He panted a few minutes later while I sucked on his earlobe gently. The warm water (bewitched to stay a consistent temperature) ran down my back and he was running his hands up and down with it. I was still hard but it was wonderful just to stand here like this. Harry sighed.
"What?" I asked.
"This is so nice. Ginny was never like this, I never felt this way with her. And suddenly you come along and everything is wonderful." I smiled before continuing to suck and kiss his neck. I heard the sound of shampoo being squirted into his hand and then his hands were in my hair, working the soap through it. I turned around giving him better access. His hands were tender and gentle.
I looked up and saw us in the mirror opposite the shower. I look so pale next to him, he's tan and dark, while I'm all pale. He rinsed my hair and then worked conditioner through it. He soaped up a washcloth and ran it over my shoulders and back. Then he stepped forward and ran it over my chest, slowly getting lower. My breath hitched.
"My turn." He whispered.
"Technically Potter, this is my turn since I already got you off." I breathed barely getting the words out when he dropped the wash cloth and ghosted his hand over my cock. I leaned forward to brace myself against the glass wall of the shower. He pressed into my back and kissed my shoulder.
"Tell me that you love me." He breathed his hand wrapping around my dick.
"I love you!" I gasped. He began to pump his fist, agonizingly slowly. I groaned and leaned my forehead against the steamy glass in front of me. He kept up the steady, slow rhythm until my hips bucked into his hand with anticipation. He slowed.
"And you call me greedy. "
"Fuck. That's because you're going fucking slow." I growled. He laughed.
"You love it." He stated, before nipping at my shoulder. I shivered. He reached his other hand up and brushed it over my nipples. They hardened under his touch and he began to worry one under his fingers. I swallowed trying to keep my hips from bucking and from moaning. I was unsuccessful on both counts. He laughed and tightened his grip on me, moving his fist faster.
"Yes" I breathed. He laughed again and went even faster.
"Fuck!" I cried tossing my head back. He worked faster on both my cock and my nipples. I shuddered and moaned. I couldn't remember where we were, what my name was, or anything really except his hand on my cock, which was pumping so fast now I could barely breathe. And then I was climaxing, painting the wall of the shower with my cum. I moaned and leaned forward against the glass. He kissed my back a few times and then cleaned up the shower. He kissed me slowly and then soaped up his hair, watching me with big green innocent eyes.
"You are..." I started. He laughed.
"I know. Come on, I'm all wrinkly." He said holding up his pruney fingers for evidence. We stepped out of the shower and he handed me a towel. I wrapped it around my waist and walked over to the mirror. I leaned in studying my reflection. Harry dried off the way he did everything: messy and sloppy in no particular order. He dropped the towel over his head and rubbed his scalp vigorously.
"You'll damage your hair if you do that." I murmured still studying myself.
"And you'll find nothing but sexy in that mirror." He said, teasingly. I rolled my eyes.
I waved my wand over my hair, releasing warm air over it. I combed it then, slowly and meticulously.
"You missed doing that didn't you?" He asked coming over to stand by me. I nodded and combed my now dry hair back into a low ponytail. Then I turned to him.
"Let me comb yours. You're a mess."
"Ok. But on one condition." I raised an eyebrow.
"Can we go sit in bed and watch a movie while you do it?" He asked. I chuckled.
"I want pants first." I said. He stuck out his lower lip in an adorable pout. I smiled and kissed it right off his face. I left the bathroom and grabbed some underwear and a pair of flannel pajama pants. I climbed into bed and patted the space in front of me. He grinned and pulled on a pair of boxers. He sat down and waved his hand at the opposite wall. A muggle T.V. appeared.
"What do you want to watch?" He asked.
"You pick." I said stretching my legs on either side of him. He was sitting cross legged and staring at the T.V.
"Let's watch this. It's a Japanese animated movie in English but I think you'll like it." He waved his hand and a movie called Spirited Away started. I ran the comb through his hair trying to tame the unruly black mass. It didn't want to be tamed so I braided it back, pulling it back off his forehead. He was sucked into the movie the second it started so when I was done I eased him back against my chest and kissed his head. He was quiet during the movie except for little comments like
"Ooh this is a cool scene."
Or "I love this part!" It was a beautiful movie but I liked doing something so mundane with him. He snuggled against me. I held him and let myself feel perfectly in love and happy.
"Did you like it?" He asked excitedly when the movie ended.
"Yes. Not as much as I liked holding you during it though." I whispered. He smiled and leaned in. I kissed him slowly. We ordered a pizza for dinner and split it in bed. He laughed and told me stories about his time at school. I ate quietly and watched him gesture with the pizza while telling me about a wild game of wizard chess that Ron still won't talk about because before he lost Hermione's cat knocked over the board so in Ron's eyes technically no one won or lost. Little bits of pizza sauce and cheese went flying and I cleaned them up with little waves of my wand.
My mother always used to tell me that I felt so closed up. Like my body pulled things close to me and everything about me was neat and orderly. Harry is like an explosion in progress, objects seem to revolve around him and something is usually flying away from him as he talks or moves. I love it. I feel like I'm caught up in it. Harry told stories about school until late at night. I grabbed us warm mugs of tea (which Harry said tasted like grass but drank anyway). I peered over the rim of my mug at him as he talked about sixth year.
"I thought about you a lot then. I wanted to know what you were doing. At least that's what I said I wanted. But I also think part of me was worried about you." I smiled. He grinned back and then yawned hugely stretching up and rubbing his eyes like a little kid. I smiled fondly at him and took both of our mugs and set them on the nightstand. I waved my wand at this book so my thoughts just appeared on the page. He's settling into bed and waiting for me to cuddle him. It's a wonderful feeling, loving him like this.

September 25,

The past few days have been a whirlwind. We haven't told Ron or Hermione or Ginny's mum who might as well be Harry's mum. We just wanted to live in our little bubble of happiness for as long as possible. But Harry is restless, so he's going to go to work tomorrow. I am going to stay home with Scorpius for a while and then train a new assistant for Jeffery. I decided that I need a job independent of Harry now that we are together. Ginny brought Harry's boys by today and we have been talking about custody arrangements for his boys.
"Well if you're going back to work Harry then maybe they should be with you on weekends?" She offered.
"But you work too so if they are with me on weekends they won't see you." He said, frustrated. I was standing behind him bouncing Scorpius. I rubbed his neck briefly.
"What if one of you gets them from Sunday morning until Wednesday night and then from Wednesday night until Sunday morning the other one has them? I won't be back at work for a while so I can take them." I offered.
"Can you handle three boys? Two of them infants?" Ginny asked. I smiled down at Scorpius bouncing him.
"Yeah. It'll be crazy but Harry gets off work at four." Ginny looked wary. "Look we can try it and if it's too much then we will adjust the arrangement." I suggested. Harry looked at her eyebrows raised.
"Alright. Do you two want the boys today until Wednesday then?" She asked. Harry looked back at me. I smiled.
"Yes." We said together. I smiled at him and swayed with Scorpius.
"When are you gonna tell my mum? Or you know Ron and Hermione, your best mates?" She asked. I sighed. Harry tensed. "What?" She said.
"You really think Molly will respond well to us?" Harry said.
"Yes I do. Because she loves you and wants you to be happy. Tell you what, why don't you two and Scorpius come by Wednesday when you bring the boys to me and we will have family dinner and you can share that little bundle of cuteness and tell my mum, Ron, and Hermione." I glanced at Harry. He looked nervous but we nodded. Ginny then helped us pick rooms for the boys in the house. Our bedroom is on the third floor and there are three other bedrooms on that floor as well. James get the one across the hall from us, Ginny, with his help, transfigured the wall paper and added some toys and stuff to his room. Scorpius is too little to have his own room yet so he still stays in a crib in our room. Albus is old enough that he can have his own room next to ours. We gave it yellow walls and transfigured the furniture into a black crib and changing table and Ginny gave us diapers and clothes for both kids. Ginny was proud of the work and headed off to get ready for a date.
"That doesn't make you jealous?" I asked after Ginny left.
"What, her dating? Nah. Mainly because I know that the hottest guy around is already sleeping in my bed." He pecked my cheek and headed off set up a play pen for Albus in our sitting room. I smiled to myself. It's so much easier taking care of those three boys with four hands instead of two. James doesn't like Scorpius very much still and that presents some challenges.
"Monster please don't put spaghetti in Scorpius' hair." I said moving the spaghetti bowl away from my baby. It's weird because I consider all those boys my sons and my kids. And I want to refer to Scorpius as James and Albus's brother but he technically isn't and Harry and I have only been together for five days. It's difficult to remember to sensor myself.
Putting the boys to bed was crazy. Harry took Scorpius to his crib while I put Albus in his. James followed me sleepily. I tucked him into his bed in his new room.
"Dada Dwaco?"
"Yes Monster?"
"You my dada too?" He asked, eyes big and round. Before I could answer Harry sat down next to me and put his arm around me and tucked James in with the other.
"You can call him dad if you'd like Jamie. You'll be spending all day with him tomorrow. Won't that be fun?" James grinned and nodded in response. I smiled and we both kissed him and then he took my hand and led me to our room. Harry went into the bathroom to brush his teeth.
"Are you sure you're gonna be ok with this tomorrow?" He called from the bathroom. I smiled and walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around him and rested my chin on his shoulder.
"Yes. I was going to take them all shopping so they can get toys to keep here and then maybe ice cream. I can do this, love." I murmured kissing him. He smiled and leaned into me. We finally had sex Friday. I won't write about it because I like to keep some things just in my head. But I adore him more and more every day. I brushed my teeth too and then we walked into the bedroom. Harry reads before bed if we don't do other stuff first and I journal. He said if I ever tell Hermione about all the reading he'll kill me. Right now he's reading some muggle fiction book about a pirate. I watch him read a lot. He makes cute faces and mouths the words sometimes. He's doing that now so I'm going to stop writing and kiss him.

September 29,

I have been so so exhausted that I haven't found the energy to write. Harry is back at work and loves it. He hasn't told anyone about us just that we broke the curse and he and Ginny separated. Taking care of the boys is wonderful but I'm so exhausted. Wrangling James and keeping Albus and Scorpius happy is a lot of work for one man. Harry comes home and takes over and I collapse in a chair. Then at night Harry is feeling so fulfilled there is a lot of sex. And I mean a lot. But it's good.

Yesterday we went to the Weasley house to announce our relationship. Monday when we'd gone to Diagon Ally to shop I'd got some mead to bring to the dinner. We apparated to just outside their house. I had Scorpius in one of those baby slings around my neck and torso, James ran ahead and peered under bushes in the yard. Albus was nestled against Harry's chest. I stopped and looked up at the crooked house. Harry smiled at it with such fondness it made me jealous.
"Some of the best moments of my life were here." He said smiling at the house. I sighed and tried not to be nervous.
"Hey. Draco they are gonna love you!" He said, standing in front of me. I glanced down at him and sighed.
"What if Molly doesn't? What if they can't forgive me? What if they realize I'm not good enough for you?" He laughed and stood on tip toes capturing me in a kiss.
"You are good enough for me, Draco. You are perfect for me and if they can't see that then forget them. I've finally got you." He said and kissed me again. He leaned down and kissed Scorpius, who had woken up. Then he took my hand and led me toward the house. When we entered the house, Harry was swarmed by Ginny and he mother, who were both cooing over his boys. James dashed into the living room and I heard several male voices greet him. I went cold all over. Molly and Ginny were too distracted by Albus to notice so I leaned down.
"How many people are here?!" I whispered in Harry's ear.
"I don't know. Relax, they will love you." He smiled and squeezed my hand. Molly handed Ginny her son and turned to me.
"Is this them Harry?" She asked.
"Yes Mrs. Weasley. This is Draco and his son Scorpius."
"Well let me see him!" She cried and reached for Scorpius. I lifted him out of his carrier and handed him to her. She smiled and held him close.
"Oh Harry you were right. He's the spitting image of Draco. And so adorable oh my goodness." She then looked at me. She studied me in silence for a few moments.
"You hurt my Harry and I'll kill you, you hear?" She barked. I nodded.
"I won't Mrs. Weasley." She nodded.
"Good. You are so thin. I'd better make more food." And she waltzed over to the stove holding my son.
"You aren't gonna get him back. Babies make Molly very happy. So you'll get him back when we are headed home. Come on. Let's go find Ron." I sighed and glanced back toward Molly who was stirring a pot with her wand and crooning at Scorpius. I let Harry pull me into the living room. It was filled with people. Ron was standing by the window, a glass of fire whiskey in his hand talking with a stocky red haired man who had his arm around a black pregnant woman. Ginny was sitting on the couch with an older man, playing with Albus. James was running around the room playing with toys. Hermione was collapsed in a chair by the other window which was open as wide as it could go and was fanning herself with a copy of witch weekly. She looked ready to pop, she was that pregnant. A man with horn rimmed glasses was pouring more fire whiskey and looking thrilled to be there. No one noticed us. I took a deep breath. Harry looked at me and smiled.
"Hey everyone." He called. There were various cries of greeting that diminished as everyone noticed me. Most of the ginger haired men raised their eyebrows. Ginny smiled at me and Hermione nodded encouragingly.
"Guys I would like to introduce my boyfriend Draco." He said smiling. There was a beat of silence and then the man talking to Ron roared with delight and charged over to us.
"Finally!" He cried. "Ron and Gin told us about your curse. We thought he'd never come to his senses Draco! Congrats!" He said thumping my back. "I'm George. That's my wife Angelina and that's my dad Arthur and my brother Percy. You know Ron, Hermione and Ginny." Percy and Arthur waved at me when introduced. George grinned at his wife who rolled her eyes. Ron chuckled at Harry. It was like watching Harry in a room of his brothers. He began talking to them all about the joke shop and Quiddich. I walked over and sat by Hermione, Angelina and Ginny.
"Hermione you should have stayed home. You are so pregnant." Ginny was saying.
"Ron said Harry was bringing Draco I wanted to see for myself how happy Harry is." They all smiled at me.
"You've really made him happy."
"We are still really new." I said softly, taking the mead Ginny offered me. Hermione leaned her head back and watched Ron across the room. Ginny sipped her drink watching her father and Albus. Angelina leaned against the window and glanced at George as he laughed. I turned and saw Harry watching me. He grinned. I returned his smile.
"Mum's got Scorpius?" Ginny asked softly. I nodded tearing my eyes from Harry's so I could look at the three women. Hermione had closed her eyes and was running her hand over her belly slowly. Angelina was looking out the window at the sunset and Ginny was watching her sons play. I sighed and tried to relax. I felt a little like a stranger in this house. It was an odd feeling. Molly bustled in a few minutes later.
"Dinner is ready!" She was still cradling my son. As people filed in I walked over and reached for him.
"Oh no honey I've got him. Harry said his bottle was in the diaper bag?" I nodded. "Great I'll feed him. You enjoy talking and eating." She said smiling. I watched her warily but went and took my seat by Harry. Ron ushered in a waddling Hermione and then we all started eating. Harry heaped my plate with salad, fresh baked bread, pasta with white sauce, and steamed broccoli and carrots. When he had finished heaping my plate Molly walked by and added a little more of everything. Everyone laughed. I chuckled and began eating. It was some of the best food I'd ever tasted.
"So Draco. I heard from Harry that you don't work for the ministry anymore? What are you going to do now?" Arthur asked. I swallowed my bite of food.
"I'd love to own a shop in Diagon Alley but right now I want to take care of my son and Harry's when we've got them." I said that without thinking. Molly and Arthur exchanged a glance and Ginny grinned at Hermione. As if on cue James crawled into my lap and nestled against my chest, stealing bits of food.
"Jamie, let Draco eat his own food. You have yours." Molly chided glancing up from Scorpius and his bottle. James happily ate his in the same order I was eating mine, if I ate pasta so did he. It made me smile.
"Well, let us know if we can help you get started." George said. I smiled and nodded. I ate uninterrupted for a while, while Harry and Ron debated some Quiddich play they disagreed on. Hermione was eating slowly, Ginny was feeding Albus, George and his wife were talking to Arthur and Molly was still spoiling my son.
"Draco, you and Scorpius will come to family dinners on Wednesdays now?" She asked looking up. I smiled and glanced at Harry. He didn't notice.
"If Ginny is agreeable to picking James and Albus up here then yeah." I responded. Ginny nodded.
"I'm here anyway for family dinner so it might as well be here." She said. I nodded and ruffled James hair. Harry rested his hand on my knee then. I jumped slightly at the touch and looked at him. He was focused on Ron but squeezed my knee. Ron turned back to Hermione for a minute and suddenly Harry was breathing in my ear.
"I'm going to the bathroom. It's down the hall to the right. Follow me." He breathed before laying his napkin down on the table and standing up. He squeezed my shoulder and left the room. Ginny leaned over.
"He wants you to follow right? I'll take James." She murmured. I handed James over, he got a little grumpy but went easily. I stood.
"If you'll excuse me, I've just remembered I need to let Jeffery know where I left a report." Everyone nodded and I left the room. I went down the hall and knocked on the bathroom door. It opened abruptly and I was yanked into the room. Harry shoved me against the door and started kissing me. I reached down and locked the door. I put my arms around him and kissed him back. He leaned his forehead against mine and breathed heavily.
"You looked sexy, so so sexy, I just had to have you all to myself." He panted. I laughed.
"Ah. Greedy Harry might be my favorite." I murmured pecking him lightly on the lips.
"That and your neck looked too delicious." He said, reached up and started sucking on my neck. I shudder and clutched the back of his robes. He licked up and down my neck and sucked on the spot just below my chin that made me go weak at the knees. He undid my robes and shoved them off my shoulders, and untucked my shirt from my slacks. He unbuttoned the shirt and pushed it off my shoulders as well. He started undoing my pants too.
"What... What are you doing?" I gasped.
"I'm taking off my boyfriend's clothes because he looks far better without them." I laughed as he kissed down my chest.
"Careful, I take great care in how I dress." I murmured. He chuckled against my throat and then slipped his hand inside my pants to palm me. I gasped and grabbed fistfuls of his robes. He smiled and leaned back staring at me,
"I know you do. You certainly know how to fit your perfect, perfect ass. However I will always prefer you shuddering naked under my hand." I shivered. He grinned. "Yeah like that." He breathed. He pulled his hand out of my pants and stepped back. "Pants off. Now." He demanded. I thought about disagreeing but instead just pulled off my pants and underwear and shoved them aside.
"Better?" I asked.
"Oh yes. Much, much better." He said as he leaned forward and kissed me. It was painfully slow and tender. I whimpered. He is such a fucking tease.
"Now who's greedy?" He asked against my lips.
"Me." I growled before pushing him against the opposite wall and kissing him hard. He responded easily and willingly for a moment before forcing me back into the door and kissing down my chest toward my crotch. He took me in his mouth and began sucking and moving up and down my cock. I moaned and pushed my hands into his hair. He licked up my shaft staring into my eyes and I moaned.
I lose track of time when he kisses my lips let alone my dick. So when the knock came on the door I wasn't sure how long we'd been in there.
"Occupied. Go upstairs." Harry murmured.
"Ok but Harry are you alright? Also I can't find Draco." Molly's voice called. Harry chuckled, his mouth back around my cock. Suddenly a voice called from down the hall way.
"Mum leave them be."
"Them? It's just Harry in here."
"Ok Mum. Come on let's go get dessert ready." Molly hesitated and then went off down the hallway. Harry smiled at me before going back down on me. He moved his mouth and hand in an intensely arousing rhythm and I started panting. He worked faster until I couldn't handle it any more. I bit my fist to keep from screaming his name and arched into his mouth, releasing my seed all down his throat. He swallowed very pointedly and stood up, releasing me with a small pop. I collapsed against the door panting. Harry stood and went to the sink to wash his hands. He waved his wand at me, cleaning up the sweat and semen from my body. I grabbed my underwear and pants and pulled them on. I found my shirt and pushed my arms into it. Harry came over and did up the buttons.
"I love you." He said reaching the last one and looked up at me. I brushed his hair back off his forehead and kissed his scar.
"I love you too." Then I reached out and pulled him into a hug, dipping my face into his neck and breathing him in. He held on to me and took a deep breath.
"I know it's soon and I know we are new but I don't want to lose you. Promise you'll stay with me? Even when I drive you crazy? Even when I'm annoying or scared?" I leaned back from him and stared into his green eyes.
"I promise. I'll stay with you even when you steal the covers and even when you are scared. But only if you promise to stay with me." I murmured.
"I promise Draco." He said. I leaned down and kissed him. Slowly and softly. He took my hand and led me out of the bathroom. The family had moved into the living room and Molly was passing out plates with cake and ice cream on it. Ginny looked at me and touched her hand to her neck. I quickly undid my ponytail so my hair covered the love bites on my neck. Molly turned and handed me and Harry cake with a raised eyebrow.
"Thanks Molly. Where is Scorpius?" I asked.
"Ron's got him." She replied with a jerk of her head. I turned and saw Ron and Hermione cooing over him.
"Your son sure is popular." Harry whispered. I smiled and pecked his forehead before going over to sit by Hermione.
"Draco your son is so adorable. I just want to hold him forever." She said.
"You'll love your baby more I promise." I said adjusting Scorpius' blanket. Ron looked up.
"Really?" He asked. He seemed nervous. I chuckled.
"I was so nervous too. I didn't think I was cut out to be a father. I still don't really. But I love James like crazy too. And I was worried I wouldn't love my son the same. I didn't think it was possible to love a child more than I love that monster. But Harry said I'd love my son more than I could imagine. He was right of course. I love Scorpius so much. And your baby is growing up in this amazing family so don't worry." I said smiling, Ron breathed out slowly.
"Scorpius gets this family too." Hermione said softly. "As long as you are with Harry, Scorpius gets this family too." She said smiling at me. I grinned back. Scorpius was passed around for the rest of the evening until he landed back in Molly's arms.
"Alright. Some of us have work tomorrow. Draco, you ready?" Harry called. I nodded and stood. Harry grinned and walked over and scooped Scorpius out of Molly's arms. She kissed his forehead and handed me the diaper bag.
"I will see you three next Wednesday right?!" She demanded. Harry hugged her and kissed her cheek.
"Of course Molly." She pulled me in for a hug too. "Take care Draco." Harry and I left the house, Harry holding Scorpius. We apparated home and put Scorpius to bed.
"They loved you Draco." He whispered leaning against me as we looked down at the sleeping baby. I put my arm around Harry and kissed his head.
"I hope so. I like them." I murmured. Harry gave me a quick hug and went into the bathroom. I kissed Scorpius and followed Harry. We brushed out teeth side by side and then changed into our pajamas. Harry got into bed and rubbed his face before removing his glasses. I checked Scorpius once more and then climbed into bed beside Harry. He waved his wand and the lights turned off. I reached for him and pulled him close. He snuggled into my chest and I stroked his hair. Harry sighed and wrapped his arms around me.
"I love you Dragon." He whispered. I laughed.
"Did you call me Dragon?" I felt him smile.
"Yeah. I've got my Dragon and my Scorpion." He whispered. I smiled. And kissed the top of his head.
"I like it." I murmured. He laughed softly. "And I love you too pot head." He roared with laughter and took a moment to calm down. When he did, I pulled him close and relaxed into him. That's my favorite part of finally being with him. Holding him and being held while we sleep. It is bliss, pure bliss.
Harry gets up early and kisses me goodbye before he goes in to work. Today he did the same and headed in to work and I enjoyed a day with just me and Scorpius. I even made dinner for Harry when he got home. I could really get used to this domestic life. Especially if it means I get Harry out of it.