Granger's Café
Pairing: Draco/Harry.
Other pairings: Ron/Hermione. Sirius/Remus. Lucius/Astoria. Lucius/Ginny [implied]. Teddy/James.
Disclaimer: Hermione decides that the drama in the wizarding world is growing too much. She decides to open up a café in the muggle world, so as to enjoy simplicity during the day. Little does she know that one of the applicants for a job there, will cause a whole new circle of drama for her. And how exactly will her little café benefit Harry and Draco's lives, and how will it banish the drama from both worlds they live in? You know what they say, about Granger's café; her food is like magic, that's what they say, because it keeps all your problems and troubles at bay.
Chapter Forty-Seven:
Build a Bond
Over the following few days, Harry felt his heart crack and shatter into even smaller pieces.
Draco had taken a turn for the worse with his grief and frequently locked himself in the bedroom for hours. They had managed to have an okay weekend with their kids, despite Draco not leaving the apartment much. He would often curl up on the end of the sofa and wait for everyone to come home again. On the Sunday afternoon Harry had tried to coax him into doing something, even if it was something simple like baking some cupcakes with Teddy in the kitchen. James had looked a little put out at this, but Teddy had merely ruffled his hair and told him to enjoy the day with his siblings. He was a little disgruntled, but didn't make any complaints. Narcissa was going along with them, the little baby girl wrapped up in a thin cotton dress in her carriage-buggy with some protect her from the sun.
Teddy had thus spent the afternoon baking with Draco, trying to ease the blonde man out of his shell a fraction more. It had been working fairly well, discussing Teddy's plans for the future and whether or not he was progressing with James, which thankfully he was if even in small doses. It was only when Teddy mentioned Harry and the little girl that Draco dropped the spoon he'd been using to mix the icing and slump down onto the floor, his flour smeared cheeks dripping with hot tears, and his shoulders shaking as he tried to suppress the sobs. Teddy had hurried over to him and held the blonde man awkwardly, trying to get him to calm down.
"What's wrong with me?" Draco wept against Teddy's shoulder, "Why am I so useless? Why can't I care? I don't want to see that baby, I don't want to see anything that reminds me that she's dead! She was too young to die. She was meant to live her life now that she was free of me!"
Teddy didn't know what to say, so as Harry once wisely told him, he didn't say anything at all. He merely sat there with Draco, letting the blonde man sob against his shoulder until all was quiet, and then he stood up and poured a cold glass of water to help calm Draco's nerves. After he put the cupcakes in the oven and set the timer, Teddy helped the disheveled blonde up onto his fit and guided him back upstairs to have a nap on the sofa. That was how Harry found him a few hours later when they all returned from their day out in a muggle park, eating ice creams.
"What happened?" Harry asked softly as he put the TV on for a movie for his kids to watch, before gathering Draco up in his arms -when had he gotten so thin? -and carried him into their bedroom, Teddy trailing along behind them.
Teddy shrugged a shoulder, "I'm not too sure. He broke down in the kitchen crying and saying 'why did she had to die so young?' and that he didn't want to be near anything that reminded him that she was dead."
Harry's shoulders stiffened from where he was lifting the duvet up to Draco's waist, and looked over his shoulder at Teddy, "Even the baby?" he asked quietly.
Teddy shook his head, "I honestly couldn't tell you for definite, Dad. But he just looked so upset, so I thought he could use some rest."
Harry nodded and grasped Teddy's shoulder, "You did good, Teddy. Really, you did. I'm proud of you."
Teddy's eyes gleamed brightly as he gave a small nod. "I'll just er ... go and get the cupcakes we made earlier. They should be ready right about now."
Harry nodded again and smiled as his godson strolled out of the bedroom. Turning his attention to Draco, Harry felt his heart ache. Draco didn't want anything to do with his daughter? It could be a reaction of the grief he was feeling, but even so to hear those words really burrowed down deep inside him and festered. With a watery sigh, Harry bent down and pressed a kiss to Draco's furrowed brow before leaving the room. He asked James to tell Teddy that he and Narcissa were in charge until he got back. He had an errand to run. Before he left, he peeked in on Narcissa in Astoria's temporary bedroom. She looked so beautiful in the sunlight as she rocked her grandchild in the rocking chair beside the window. With an ache in his chest, he dropped a kiss on Lily's head, ruffled his sons' and Scorpius' hair before grabbing his keys and heading down to Hermione's office. He really needed to talk.
He grabbed a handful of floo powder and threw it into the fireplace. The flames roared green and bright as he stepped into them and spoke Hermione and Ron's address.
In a flash, he was gone.
~0~
"Oh, hi Harry. I didn't hear the floo," Hermione murmured a little sleepily as she rubbed at her eyes and closed the nursery door behind her. Despite the warm weather she had a thin dressing gown hugged around her body. Her features were tired and a little pale, her hair a frizzy mess compared to the sleek curls she usually wore it in. She stifled a yawn and looked up at him, "Tea?"
He nodded his head, forcing a smile on his lips, "That would be lovely. I'll make it, you just come and sit down. You look exhausted." He dropped a kiss to her forehead and then led the way back down into the kitchen.
As Harry set about getting mugs out of the cabinet and putting the kettle on the hob, Hermione settled down in a chair at the table and dropped her head in her hands. "So how was the funeral?" she asked in a calm, quiet voice as the kettle gurgled into life.
Harry glanced over his shoulder before turning back to pouring out the milk into the mugs along with tea-bags. He needed to do it manually, to keep his hands busy. "It was as good as could be expected. Lucius stayed in doors and Draco fainted beside Astoria's coffin as they were lifting it into the tomb. Then her older sister, Daphne, came over and offered some sort of ... condolence to Draco."
Hermione yawned softly against the back of her hand, "Poor Draco. I wish there was something that we could do for him." Harry nodded his head before the kettle boiled and he poured water into both mugs. Once stirred and blended perfectly, he removed the tea-bags and then brought the mugs over to the table where he sat down beside Hermione at the corner of the table. He hesitated for a moment as Hermione sighed with a contented smile as she sipped her tea, "This is lovely, Harry."
He gave a brief smile, "How are the twins?" he asked, not quite ready to discuss the other baby problem weighing down on his heart.
Hermione's smile brightened a fraction, "Better. Much better. They're sleeping at night and in the afternoons now, so I get some pace and quiet. Hugo likes to feel helpful so he helps me read bedtime stories even though it's all gibberish to those two." She looked down at the table top as though debating on what to say next. "I struggled at first," she confessed, "Even though Ron was here, I struggled. I didn't know if I was able to do it. Every time one of them cried I wanted to turn away and scream, or just leave the room -the house -the area until they'd cried themselves to sleep. Isn't that awful?" Although the question was rhetorical the turmoil that swam in her eyes was all too real.
Harry felt his breath hitch at what it meant.
His best friend, Hermione, the brightest witch of their age, the bravest girl he had ever met and the most determined women to ever work for the Ministry (Umbridge didn't count here) had suffered from something that struck down even the most steadfast of mothers.
Postpartum Depression.
He swallowed thickly and reached out and took her head in his, "You're only human, Hermione. And you suffered far too much." He squeezed her hand and let out a shaking breath. His eyes were getting watery again and he really wanted to be steady, to be strong. He drew in a deep breath, "I think ... I think Draco is starting to go through the same thing."
Hermione frowned and rubbed a hand down her face, "What do you mean?"
"Draco doesn't want anything to do with the child. Or anything that reminds him that Astoria is dead."
"Is he still in love with her?"
The question burned like a stake through his heart but he couldn't deny he hadn't thought about it too. "Not in the way he loves me, no. But I think a part of him wishes she were still alive, to live her life the way she wanted and be happy for a little while longer doing what she wanted to do."
Hermione nodded her head slowly, in understanding, "Most of us feel that way when we lose someone close to us, Harry. It's perfectly normal." She turned bright brown eyes to him, "Although, not rejecting his daughter. He's probably emotional, but you need to make him bond with his daughter. That's what Ron had to do to me."
"You didn't want to bond with your children?" he asked, slightly aghast.
Hermione shook her head, a look of guilt fluttering over her features, "No. I didn't want to look at them, or touch them. Especially little Jason. Deborah I was more accepting to hold but even so. What Ron did for me, he ran me a bath and just when I was relaxed and feeling stress-free, he came in holding Jason. I didn't realise what was happening until he placed the baby down on my chest. I was in the bath so I had to quickly hold him and ... I felt this little spark and my heart jumped a little. It was strange, like I couldn't understand why I had been ... well, neglecting him, for lack of a better word." She gave a shaky laugh before raking her hair out of her eyes, "So I ended up gently washing both Jason and Deborah and ... It felt wonderful. He just needs to bond without consciously knowing that he's bonding. If anything, a little spontaneity will go a long way."
Harry looked down at their hands, "Do you think that will work with Draco?" he asked quietly.
Hermione hummed and sipped her drink, "I can't tell you what will work and what won't, Harry. I wish I could," she offered a small smile, "I'm just telling you what worked for me. Ron was getting really upset, I mean what could he do, really? He only went off his own initiative and caught me at my calmest. And I will forever be thankful to him for that." She squeezed his hand in return, "That little girl deserves to bond with her father, Harry. With both of you. Draco will come around, he just needs some time."
Harry sighed and rubbed at the back of his neck, "That's just it, Hermione," he admitted softly, "I'm not sure how much time there will be left."
~0~
The sound of the children talking and laughing softly in the next room was the only thing that Draco could hear above the hum of the television.
He had been staring up at the ceiling for just over an hour. He had woken up in bed without remembering how he had gotten there. It left him feeling comfortably strange that perhaps Harry had taken care of him.
He was rested and yet had no desire to move or eat or drink. He didn't even want to roll back over and sleep anymore. He felt so listless.
A soft knock came from the bedroom door. The coolness in the room didn't ease his muscles out of their stupor. He shook his head lazily, "What?" he croaked.
The door 'clicked' open and a tuft of black hair with a few fine silvery threads peered around the door-frame, "Hey," Harry offered a smile that didn't quite reaching his tired, green eyes. "Are you going to come out for dinner or do you want to relax in here?"
Draco didn't have the energy to think. He literally felt like a blank slate.
"Draco?"
"'M fine," he managed to grumble.
There was a sigh that was so soft it could have been the ruffle of the curtain. The mattress suddenly dipped with Harry's weight. Draco kept his eyes fixed on the ceiling, but where those bright green eyes peered down at him, spilling over with concern and fear. Draco felt his breath hitch a little as he saw how handsome Harry was. He was like wine; aging to perfection and doing so with such grace that Draco simple couldn't look away. In comparison he felt so scruffy.
Harry reached down and brushed Draco's fringe out of his eyes, "I'm worried about you, Draco," he murmured softly, the pinch around his eyes suddenly more prominent. He stroked his fingertips over the hand that was over Draco's abdomen. He felt his fingers twitch against Harry's palm, "I wish you would come back to me -to us."
Draco drew in a deep, shuddering breath. "I -I'm not sure I can do that just yet, Harry."
"Well, why not?" Harry breathed, a note of urgency and desperation in his voice. He didn't know what he could say to diffuse the tension, so he merely shook his head. "Draco ... please, at least come out and have dinner with us? The kids are going back to school tomorrow and Scorpius has barely seen you."
He didn't know whether it was the mention of food or the promise that he would get to spend some time with his son, but a frown appeared on Draco's face before his eyelids fluttered closed and he nodded his head tightly, before forcing himself to roll up into a sitting position. His head was spinning and his mouth tasted foul.
Harry had disappeared from the doorway and left it open so that when Draco finally blinked into the sunset lit living room, he could see their children playing a board game on the coffee table, bright smiles lit up on their faces, with Teddy's hair flashing an array of colours as he murmured tips to Lily so that she could beat her brothers. It was a sweet scene, one that made something stir in his chest.
Just as quickly as the feeling came, it vanished.
Drawing in a deep breath he raked a hand roughly through his hair and cleared his dry throat. He sat back on the bed and swung the door shut, back in its frame.
DAY 1
Harry smiled softly as his eyes gleamed with unshed tears as he waved to his children from the platform. Tucked in his arm with a little lace-trimmed bonnet protecting her tuft of dark hair, his little girl gurgled softly as he waved her chubby little hand at her older siblings. They smiled brightly and waved through the compartment windows as the grey clouds rolled on outside the station. Teddy's hair was a somber brunette colour as he gave James one last tight hug and pressed a kiss to the top of his head of mad hair. Harry had to smile at the tender blush on his sons' cheeks. He watched as he batted Teddy's hand away, his cheeks practically glowing and watched as Teddy merely laughed and ruffled James' hair, his own hair flashing turquoise.
The whistle blew and the engines rumbled into life.
Teddy sauntered over to stand beside Harry and they stood together and watched as the train eased away from the platform and slowly chugged its way out of sight, into the brisk grey clouds around the bend.
Harry dropped his arm and turned to Teddy, "So, are you heading back to your dads' or are you popping back home with me for a little bit?"
Teddy hummed softly, "I supposed I should go back and see Dad and Pop. They wanted some help deciding on what to do for your birthday and I offered my expert opinion."
Harry chuckled and rolled his eyes, "Alright, you going to be alright?" he asked with a concerned look on his face.
Teddy nodded, "Don't worry, I'll pop over tonight maybe." Harry smiled, ruffled Teddy's hair and laughed out loud as the young man scowled mockingly and then apparated on the spot with a soft 'pop'.
Harry bounced the little girl in his arms and pressed a kiss to his little girls' cheek. She batted at his smooth cheek and blinked in the sunlight peeking in between the thick clouds. The humidity was almost stifling but he ignored it and shifted in his stiff jeans before heading to the drive and hailing a taxi. He refused to apparate with an infant in his arms. A sleek black cab pulled up to the curb.
The drive back was peaceful if nothing else as Lily had stayed at the cafe with Hugo, Hermione watching over them as they baked cupcakes. It was the first time Hermione had ventured out with the twins, but they seemed to be having a quiet day so she was happy and feeling more out-going than she had in weeks. Mona was manning the counter, in case customers came in. She was getting double the pay, since she was so amazing and had literally taken on some of Harry and Draco's shifts combined.
He made a mental note to pay for her summer holiday.
Harry smiled as he entered the cafe, dropping a kiss on Hermione's head and cooing at the twins' in their large carriage-pram. Jason had a tuft of dark auburn hair whereas Amelia had a single sleek golden-honey coloured curl resting on her forehead. They looked adorable. He smiled and waved into the children and grinned as Lily waved back enthusiastically, her small hands covered in flour. He trailed upstairs to his apartment and as soon as his little girl was settled in her cot, he stretched his muscles ran a hand over his clammy features and turned towards the main bedroom.
He knocked softly on the door, counted to three, and then entered regardless.
The room was stuffy and over-bearing, the blinds and curtains drawn shut against the outside world, and a tangle of covers kicked over to the end of the bed. Draco's limp form rested in the middle of the bed, an arm flung over his greasy blonde hair, a few days of stubble prickling on his chin, and a faint sheen of sweat gleaming on his muscles. Harry frowned and went over to the bed and loomed over the blonde. He shook his shoulder, harder and harder, until Draco groaned and rolled over onto his side. Harry refused to give up though, as he shook the blonde until Draco whipped around and glared up at him, "What?!" he snapped, his anger exploding forth like a tsunami.
Harry was sick of waiting. He was angry and hurt and just pissed the hell off with everything. "Get into the bathroom," he ground out, his eyes hard as Draco continued to glare at him, "Now."
With a sneer, Draco jerked out of the bed, threw the door open and stormed to the bathroom, barely noticing the coolness of the tiled floor under his feet. Harry glared at the door and went about the room throwing the curtains open, cranking the window open, and stripped the bed before flicking his wand and getting cool, fresh sheets placed on the bed. He gathered the old sheets in his arms and took them to the kitchen, where he shoved them into the washing machine.
He delayed the cycle for two hours.
Back in the bathroom, Draco was standing beside the sink, his arms folded tightly and his glare still fixed tightly in place. He glared the entire time as Harry calmly walked around running a tepid bath with relaxing bubble bath within it, getting fresh towels out and placing them on the lid of the hamper, and then went back out to get some clean bottoms for him. He simply glared as the brunette walked around, not even sparing him a second glance. He shifted uncomfortably from foot-to-foot. What was going on? He watched as the brunette man finally came back and placed the bottoms on top of the towels, before turning off the taps and making sure that the temperature was fine. Once he was assured, he turned to Draco, his expression still hard and impassive.
"Get in the tub," Harry intoned, folding his arms across his chest in a perfect mirror-image of Draco's stance. Draco merely deepened his glare. With a sigh and rolling his eyes, Harry marched across the distance, grabbed Draco's wrist and hoisted him into his arms. As the blonde struggled, Harry leaned his head away before walking over to the tub and placing the blonde inside the water. Draco jerked, gasping and heaving slightly as his body adjusted to the water, too unaware that Harry had his arms deep in the tub and was peeling his bottoms off, draining them over the bubbles and then dumping them in the sink.
Draco was about to protest, but upon looking around found that he was now alone. His retorts died on his tongue as he wriggled lower underneath the bubbles and finally felt some freshness seep into his body. The bubbles seemed to cleanse his mind as well as his greasy skin. He couldn't deny he already felt a little better. Scooping up handfuls of warm water and bubbles, he soaked himself and rubbed handfuls into his face and through his hair. Drawing a deep breath he held his nose and slipped underneath the bubbles.
When he resurfaced he sighed with relief and scraped his wet hair out of his eyes and relaxed his head against the brim of the tub.
A weight shifted on his chest and he let out a soft gasp, his eyes snapping open as a tiny tuft of dark hair tickled his nose. He blinked in confusion, his arms jerking up to cradle the baby against his chest, his heart hammering in his chest and his stomach knotting at the sudden shock. He blinked with wide eyes as he looked over at Harry who was kneeling beside the tub. "Wha -What're you doing, Harry?" he gasped softly as the child shifted on his chest, her naked little bottom dipping under the soapy water.
Harry reached over and ran a finger down the child's spine before running it up Draco's arm, causing the blonde to shiver. "I wanted someone's daddy to think of a name for her," he murmured softly, his eyes drifting lazily up to meet Draco's.
Draco swallowed thickly, his watery eyes drifting from Harry's gentle features, to the tender dozing face off their daughter. He felt everything inside him tighten up. His mouth opened and closed soundlessly as the baby shifted against his chest. He could feel his muscles shaking as he held her precious little life in his hands. He shook his head and sniffed loudly, wishing desperately to scrub the tears away. He shook his head and shifted so his hands were under the babies arms, "I can't, Harry," he stated in a quaking voice, as he handed the child over to her other father.
Harry watched Draco for a moment, watching as the blonde man quivered and shuddered in his bubbly bath, before letting out a soft, resigned sigh and taking the baby to the other room to dry her off and put her back to bed.
Draco was left in the bath until Harry came back. He was helped out of the bath and dried and dressed, his grey eyes hesitantly watching for an outburst from Harry, but none came. He suddenly felt so small and meek. The rest of the night passed on in silence. Neither really knew what they could say to the other.
DAY 2
Draco woke up feeling bedraggled and heavy headed. He stumbled out of bed to an empty apartment; no Harry, but more than enough noise to give him a headache. It burned his brain as he went from room to room looking for the source of the noise. He found it in the most obvious place; the nursery. He glared at the child as he scooped her up from the sofa and checked her over to see if there was anything wrong. And then the smell hit him full-force.
He wanted to choke and gag and held the child out at arms length as she writhed and wailed, begging to have her nappy changed.
Wrinkling his nose heavily, Draco forced himself to lay the infant down on the changing table, and fumble around with the nappies, and powder and baby wipes, using his memories of looking after Scorpius as his guide.
He almost had the urge to shake the little body and beg her to stop crying. Maybe it was like one of those muggle clocks? You shake it enough and eventually the noise will stop.
He didn't shake her.
Something like her little cotton booties stopped him, so he grumbled instead, holding her whimpering body to his chest and glaring at the room around him before stomping into the living room and turning into the kitchen. It took him less than five minutes to find the bottle of baby milk. With a lazy flick of his wand, he used the spell Hermione had once mentioned when pregnant, and the bottle of formula heated up to an appropriate temperature. It took several minutes of fussing before she finally accepted the rubber teet into her mouth and started to suckle with wide silver eyes.
Draco felt something unfurl within his chest as the gentle suckling noises soothed his headache into a vague throb at the base of his skull.
He gently rocked his daughter back and forth and bounced lightly before he moved themselves over to the sofa and relaxed on the sofa. It really was strange and soothing all at once.
That was how Harry found him when he got home two hours later.
DAY 5
"Draco are you home?" called a voice from the doorway of the apartment.
The blonde whipped his head around to see Hermione in the doorway, her slimming figure swathed in a floating floral shift dress. "Oh thank goodness, Hermione! I need some help! She won't stop whinging and wriggling, I don't know what her problem is!" he snapped over the head of his daughter, bouncing her in his arms.
Hermione frowned and stepped closer, extending her arms and taking the child, hushing her gently and murmuring against the child's head. "It's alright there, little one," she crooned, "Daddy's not mad, he's just a little sleepy." With a soft hiccough and a a spit bubble, the child stopped and her lip wobbled as Hermione rubbed their noses together, "That's a good little girl."
Draco huffed, "How did you do that?" he groused.
Hermione rolled her eyes, "Babies can pick up on tempers as well as everything else in their environment. She doesn't feel comfortable with you, yet, and you whinging and grumbling all the time isn't exactly helping now, is it?"
Draco rolled his eyes, "Whatever. I don't want her annoying me."
A white hot pain flashed over his skin and imprinted into his skull.
He blinked his eyes, trying to stop the stars flashing in front of his eyes. He blinked rapidly and raised a hand to tenderly touch his cheek. He was shaking as his eyes steadily looked up at Hermione's glaring face. "What the fuck, Hermione?!" he snarled viciously, holding his throbbing cheek.
"YOU LISTEN TO ME DRACO MALFOY?!" she hissed sharply, "This child is your daughter! Yours! Get that through your head! She needs you and looks up to you and loves you. For SOME reason!" she snarled, still somehow rocking the child gently, "Now I'm telling you this once; I broke when I had my children. I didn't want anything to do with them. I wanted out." At this shocked expression she nodded, "Yeah. I wanted out. But Ron helped me through it and goddamn it Draco I am not going to let another child lose love because you're so wrapped up in your own little head to put someone else's needs before your own!"
Blinking in surprise, he felt a bundle of hot, sticky baby thrust into his arms. "I ... I ..." he choked out, not really knowing what to say.
Hermione straightened herself up before sweeping past him into the kitchen. She set about putting on some tea as though it were normal. Looking over her shoulder, she gestured to the table and said in a soft voice, "Sit down. I'll get you a cold flannel for your face."
That's how Draco found himself a good few hours later, the baby all tucked up in her cot, a cooling cup of tea in front of him, and a cold, damp flannel pressed to his cheek.
Harry's key rattled in the lock and the door clicked shut behind him. Draco kept his eyes fixed downwards as Harry went around the flat, sorting himself out and getting more relaxed, before coming into the kitchen and flicking the light on. He jumped slightly at the sight of Draco sitting alone. "Oh, I didn't realise you were home."
He said it in such a dry voice that Draco couldn't help but cringe. "Where else would I be?" he replied just as dryly. Harry didn't reply. He went about making a fresh pot of tea and making himself a cup. Draco licked his lips, "Hermione came by today."
"Did she?" Harry murmured rhetorically, as he went to grab a tea bag.
"She told me about ... the twins. About what happened." Breathing deeply, his throat still tight he pressed on, "I know you think I have the same problem. And ... I think you might be right." He looked up at Harry, feeling the weight of those green eyes pressing down on him. "I didn't mean for this to happen!" he wept out, dropping his face into his hands and feeling the pressure of it all exploding out of his eyes in hot, thick tears that raked down his dry, itchy cheeks.
He sobbed and sobbed uncontrollably, the unmentioned apologies running down his cheeks. He sobbed until his throat felt hot and scratchy and raw.
He jerked slightly when he felt cool arms wrap around him and the scent of fresh air wafted up his nostrils. He shivered as it soothed him. He felt Harry pressing his mouth against his neck and he nuzzled into the strong body of his lover. He clung to the thin shirt on Harry's body, "Oh Harry, I'm so sorry! I'm so so so sorry!" he gasped desperately, choking on his own sobs.
Harry 'shh'd him softly as he rocked him in his arms, stroking the blonde's fine hair soothingly. Soft kisses were pressed to his temple and hot tears were brushed away. "It's alright my darling. No need to be sorry," even though they both knew it was a lie, Draco sniffled and buried himself deeper against Harry. "I love you, I'll always love you. You've just been a little depressed with everything that's happened and that's okay."
"It's not!" came Draco's yelp against his neck but Harry ignored him.
"Come on, my darling, don't cry. I really do hate to see you cry," he crooned softly as he nuzzled the blonde hair. Draco sniffled and choked slightly. When Harry pulled away, he lunged forward and snatched Harry's lips in a hurried kiss. Harry pulled away, "Draco -" he warned softly, only to be cut off with another kiss. Draco couldn't resist. He needed Harry. He needed to smell him, taste him, touch him and have the man buried deep inside him and bring him to life again.
Dipping his head he pressed hot kisses along the length of Harry's dick through his jeans. Harry almost didn't have the heart to say 'no' as he grabbed Draco and lifted him up, pale legs wrapping around his waist. He felt hot and heavy as he walked to their bedroom, Draco's tongue slipping in and out of his mouth before they fell onto the bed, rutting against one another. Draco gasped as Harry stripped them both of their clothes, mouths still dominating one another and hands fisting each other's hair. "I love you," Harry grunted against the blonde's neck, "Goddamn I love you so much!"
"I love you too Harry!" Draco gasped as he felt a digit probe his tight entrance and another hand wrapping around the base of his cock. He gasped as Harry wet him up quick and easy and prepared his tight body. A sharp cry ripped from his lungs as he felt Harry dick slowly penetrate him, and the delicious pain that rippled through his muscles.
His head tipped back and he cried out as Harry pumped into him over and over again, sweat coating both of their bodies. Their love-making was rough and raw and dripping with the passion they felt for one another. Their panting breath making their faces and necks sweat even more. Draco came over his stomach as Harry exploded inside him before collapsing on top of him, the sweating weight of the young man pressing down on him was the best feeling he could have felt at that moment.
He clung onto Harry, his arm wrapped tightly around his sweat covered muscles. "I love you!" he gasped heatedly against Harry's chest as the young man rolled onto his back, dragging Draco with him and holding him tightly to his chest.
Harry smiled lovingly, a cloud of euphoria swirling inside his head as he dragged a thin sheet over their cooling bodies, "I love you too, Draco."
DAY 6
Harry stirred awake to the smell of freshly brewed tea and sweet morning Summer air that was filtering in through the window. Rubbing his eyes he reached for his glasses and put them on his nose before blinking and stretching his arms over his head. He could feel himself drifting back off to sleep when the mattress dipped slightly and a soft weight was placed on his abdomen.
Opening his eyes he blinked into the wide open grey eyes of his daughter.
Looking up over her head, he blinked up at a sleepily smiling Draco, who was half naked and still ruffled from sleep. He looked so gorgeous in the morning light, it made Harry ache with the thought of how raw their sex had been the previous night. He reached up and tickled the babies feet, smiling softly as she kicked her legs.
Draco gave a soft chuckle as he leaned down beside his lover and rested his head in the crook of Harry's neck and shoulder, an arm coming up so that he could slid his fingertip into their babies fist. She clutched at it with such force that he felt his eyes glisten with tears. He looked up at Harry and felt his heart skip a beat at Harry's adoring expression ... and it was fixed on him.
He smiled as he snuggled closer to the brunette man, feeling his strong arm wrap around his shoulders and squeeze him.
"Mmm this is the perfect way to wake up in the morning," Harry breathed softly, nuzzling the blonde head tucked underneath his chin.
"Really?" Draco asked softly, not wanting to break the calm spell that had settled over them.
He felt Harry nod against his head, "Yes, seeing you looking to sexy and ruffled from last night," he growled huskily in Draco's ear before nipping him and chuckling softly, "And then to see you looking so amazing and holding this little one," he patted her round butt before kissing her forehead, "Is simply perfect."
Draco didn't say anything straight away. It was true. It was the perfect way to start the morning. They lay that way way for a while before Draco drew in a deep breath. "I've missed being with you. I've missed being with you so much that it hurts me so much to think about it," he felt his eyes burn with tears but didn't want to spoil the moment by crying.
Harry shook his head and squeezed him tighter, "Oh my darling, don't cry. We've gotten past it and we'll put it so far behind us one day that we will barely remember it." Draco huffed, not believing it but deciding that it was best not to argue. "Draco?" he turned his head to look up at Harry's adoring features and felt his heart melt a little and the tears gradually subside. He quirked an eyebrow in a silent question. "Thank you for finding your way back to me," he breathed, his lips pressing against the blonde's forehead, "I really missed you."
Draco rolled over onto his side and buried himself against Harry's chest, under his strong arm, an arm wrapped over Harry's waist, underneath their daughter's round butt. "It's good to be back," he murmured before pressing a kiss to Harry's jaw.
They couldn't bring themselves to move until their daughter started fussing for food.
A/N: I hope this chapter was a good one for you, and the revelation of the newest Weasley twins. I was partially inspired my the movie 'Jack and Sarah' for Draco's PPD ... And then I realised it also could have been related to Astoria's death too. Odd. But there you go. Please read and review, it really is encouraging to get feedback!