Draco made his way into the house, weary but excited to be home. He absently undid his robes, letting the garment flop carelessly over a chair, and stood in the hallway with a frown growing on his face.
Everything was quiet. Too quiet.
He sighed, feeling oddly bereft. In the few short weeks since moving in, he had come to look forward to the enthusiastic greetings he'd get when he got home from work. Both boys, Harry and even Angus would all rush over and he'd get hugs and kisses (mostly from Harry) and he'd feel like a hero just because he walked in the door.
A small moue of disappointment settled on his face as he looked about, now that he was completely sure no one was home. He checked the time, another frown on his face. Both boys were out for the summer and he silently hoped Harry wasn't still springing 'birthday surprises' on Gabe.
He rolled his eyes, even if he didn't exactly disagree with the practice. Gabe's birthday party had been absolute, controlled chaos but he had enjoyed the nearly constant grin on his little face and happy whoops of joy as he opened his presents. He didn't really enjoy the large, loud gathering of children, but it wasn't hard to endure for Gabe's sake. Surprisingly.
Draco perked up for a moment when he heard the floo. It didn't last long though, since he knew it wouldn't be Harry and the boys. Rarely did Harry take the boys through the floo; last time he tried while holding both boys, he had nearly fallen. A smile flickered across his face, Harry was still rather clumsy.
He sauntered into the main room anyway, just in case it was indeed his boys tumbling out of it. He arranged his face into a welcoming expression, not too enthusiastic in case it wasn't Harry and the boys, and he waited to see who would step through.
"Hermione," he drawled in greeting, at once pleased and disappointed.
Hermione smirked, carefully brushing herself off. "No need to pout, Draco," she chuckled, easily deciphering Draco's rather pinched expression. "I'm guessing Harry and the boys aren't about?" she asked, looking around before giving Draco her full attention.
Draco shook his head, fighting the pout she accused him of. "No," he said and turned on his heel, heading into the kitchen. "Tea?"
"Good," Hermione said with a quick nod and followed after the blonde. "I wanted to see you, anyway. Handy you're alone. Oh, and yes please," she responded sitting down and watching as Draco moved about the kitchen as he made tea.
She smiled, unable to help herself. It was rather adorable that Draco picked up Harry's Mugglish ways of making tea. She didn't comment though, knowing the man would stop and start waving his wand about. Her smile grew when Draco pulled out her favorite mug along with his large 'Papa' mug. If she didn't know the man so well now, she'd be surprised at his sentimental tendencies.
Draco carefully slid a mug in front of Hermione and settled into the chair across from her. "What did you want to see me about?" he asked, pleased he sounded casual.
Over the months he spent around the witch, he was having a difficult time keeping things from her. It was rather annoying to have the clever witch see right through him. He had only just gotten used to Harry (and the boys) being able to do it. He blew on his tea and took a sip, his eyes never leaving Hermione's.
"Harry," Hermione said simply and sipped her tea after she cast a gentle cooling charm.
Draco's mug paused as he went to take another sip. "What about him?" he asked, his palms getting damp. He had already gotten The 'Hurt him and I'll kill You' Speech from Hermione and as far as he knew they were indecently happy together. They argued from time to time, nothing near as volatile as back in Hogwarts, but they always made up and never did it in front of the boys.
He swallowed thickly, truly fearing Hermione somehow knew about the small box tucked into the small pocket inner of his robes in the hallway and was going to demand he not go through with it. Or demand he stop pussy-footing around and do it now.
Hermione pursed her lips slightly, now unsure how much she should say. "Has he... told you anything?" she asked instead.
"Such as?" Draco asked, confused. The last thing they spoke about was a vet appointment for Angus and that certainly wouldn't cause such a reaction from Hermione. Or her interference. He liked Hermione, he did, but she could be quite the busy-body. He could only assume Harry had gotten so used to it, he didn't notice (or care). He, however, was still adjusting; which wasn't hard, he was quite used to Pansy butting in and bossing him about.
Hermione sighed and rolled her mug between her palms, regretting that she had said anything. If Harry hasn't told him, (if she was right and there was something to tell) what gave her the right to? She stared at her hands, torn with indecision. "Have you noticed anything... different about Harry?" she asked carefully, trying to ignore the narrowed silver gaze.
"I have," Draco admitted quietly after glaring at Hermione for a long moment. He knew she meant to say something else. Not to mention how annoying it was to get a question answered with a question. He had indeed noticed little things... most didn't even worry him, but he had noticed.
Hermione nodded, expecting as much. "And what do you think about that?" she asked, nibbling the inside of her cheek.
Draco paused for a moment. "I don't know," he finally said, his voice tinged with annoyance. "Is there something you'd like to share?"
"Yes," Hermione blurted before she could think better of it. Her shoulders slumped and she shook her head. "But no."
Draco scoffed and leaned back in his chair, giving her a strange look. "What in Merlin's name is wrong with you?" he asked. He remembered a time he'd enjoy seeing the witch in such a state and wondered when the hell his life changed so much; now he only wanted to comfort Hermione and help.
Hermione glared, but it wasn't as harsh as it would have been if she hadn't heard amusement in Draco's voice. "Look, I really shouldn't have said anything but now that I have..." she trailed off with a huff and smoothed the hair back from her temples with her fingers. "I've seen Harry like this. Once before." She gave him a strange look, a pointed 'figure it out' kind of look as she stood abruptly and before Draco could say another word, she disapparated with a crack.
"Well, that wasn't weird or anything," Draco mumbled to the empty kitchen.
He huffed under his breath and picked up her mug as well, putting both in the sink. He leaned against the counter, crossing his arms and his ankles and pondered Hermione's parting words. He found himself a bit embarrassed to have a decided lack of knowledge about Harry's past. He hadn't a clue what Hermione meant. With a resigned sigh, he wandered into the sitting room and clicked on the telly. He had become quite enamored of the blasted thing and he could use the background noise.
Draco was halfway through one of the many DVDs Harry and the boys had collected when he heard thumping and muffled voices on the front step. He didn't hide his excited grin as he swiftly stood, turning the telly off before dropping the remote onto the coffee table and hurrying to the door.
He grinned when the door swung open forcefully and he had an armful of little boys a moment later. He hugged them both tightly and ruffled their matching heads of dark hair.
"Papa!" Gabe yelled happily, squeezing papa's arm. "We had ice cream!" he said happily. He clapped his hands over his mouth with a loud 'slap'. He slowly lowered his hands and gave a sheepish smile when he remembered, too late, that daddy had said to keep it a secret since papa would be sad he didn't get to go. "Er, I mean, we took Angus to a park that was just for dogs! He can run super fast!"
Draco chuckled, amused by Gabe's excitement. "I bet he can," he said, making sure he sounded suitably impressed, and pressed a kiss to Gabe's messy hair. He chuckled again when he saw Harry's sheepish expression, fondly amused that it exactly matched Gabe's. "Is that why I was left all alone?" he asked, mocking a pout. He huffed out a breath softly when he had a lap full of excited Gabe a moment later.
"Yeah," Teddy piped up, taking the lead off of Angus after Draco loosened his hold on him. "Sorry," he muttered, his hair turning a soft yellow.
He still didn't know what to call Mr. Malfoy and he didn't like it. He didn't want to say 'dad' since that was Harry. 'Papa' didn't feel right just yet, even though Gabe kept encouraging him to say it. He certainly couldn't say Mr. Malfoy; that just seemed a bit rude and too formal. It was a relief that the older blonde didn't push the issue, apparently aware of his struggles.
"We lost track of time," Teddy said quietly. Even dad had been absorbed in watching Angus run around and play with other dogs. He really hoped they go again.
Harry nodded, a contrite look on his face as he peeked at Draco through his lashes. He had been rather upset they wouldn't be home to greet Draco. When he realized the time, they had rushed off, only restraining the urge to apparate around Muggles by sheer force of will. Plus, he was sure Angus would hate it.
"Sorry, love," he whispered and pressed a kiss to Draco's temple. He sighed with relief when Draco looked up at him and winked. "Take away alright? I don't really feel like cooking."
"Yeah!" Gabe yelled, pumping a fist in the air. "Pizza! Pizza! Pizza," he chanted, wiggling excitedly in Draco's lap. He looked between daddy and papa with wide eyes, hoping they'd agree. They hadn't had pizza in ages. Well... proper pizza. Aunt Hermione made some last time but it just wasn't the same.
Draco snorted with amusement before laughing outright at Harry's dazed expression. "How about we try Chinese?" He had seen a place during his lunch break and it smelled amazing. "I think they've got noodles," he added, knowing that both boys were suckers for noodles. He secretly enjoyed watching them eat them; usually sucking them into their mouths with messy noises. And messier results.
"Noodles?" Teddy asked hopefully, even if his expression was unsure. He shared a look with Gabe and they both shrugged. They liked noodles. "I guesso. Dad?"
"Sure, why not..." Harry mused, slipping his shoes back on. He leveled both boys a stern look. "Go wash up before we go." He grimaced when he saw their filthy little hands. He didn't want to know what they had gotten into at the dog park.
Twin grumbles greeted the order but both boys made their way upstairs, excited whispers following them as they discussed the possible merits of Chinese food.
"Harry," Draco murmured and stepped closer, drawing Harry against him. "Hi," he said softly before kissing him. He smiled against Harry's lips when he felt Harry melt against him and sigh happily. He pulled back, nipping Harry's bottom lip gently and stared intently at him. He didn't know how long the boys would take and he didn't want to be interrupted. "You alright?" he asked, noticing the fatigue lines around Harry's eyes.
"Yeah," Harry nodded with a small smile. "Long day, is all."
Draco hummed and let his arm drop from Harry's shoulder to his waist. "Anything else?"
"No?" Harry said, confused. "I mean, I feel a bit off but I think I got a bit of a cold from Gabe," he said, a slightly annoyed look on his face. He bit his lip and gave Draco an apologetic look. "Sorry."
"For?"
"I should have said before you kissed me."
Draco chuckled. "A bit of the sniffles won't keep me from those lips, love," he said lowly and kissed Harry again. He pulled back with an amused grin when they got ambushed by Gabe and Teddy, two cries of 'ewww' breaking into the rapidly growing fog of desire. If the boys didn't do the same when Hermione and Arnold kissed, he'd probably be offended. As it was, he was just a bit put out he had been interrupted.
Harry chuckled, swatting at the boys playfully. "Oh hush, munchkins," he chided with a grin. "Ready?" he asked and got nods. "Right, lead the way, dear," he said, grabbing Draco's hand. He hadn't a clue where they were headed.
Draco grinned and kissed Harry again before smacking loud kisses on each of the boys' cheeks. Laughing as they both scrubbed off the 'cooties', he grabbed them all and apparated them out.
~*O*~
"Harry," Draco murmured, stroking a hand through Harry's hair. He smiled when he got a sleepy hum in response. He probably should wait until morning, fully aware that Harry was probably half asleep already. His body was completely relaxed as he laid across Draco's chest. "Is there something you should be telling me?" he said, not willing to beat around the bush.
Harry didn't even pause as he mumbled "No" his voice a bit muffled by Draco's chest.
Draco paused a moment. "Are you sure? Hermione seems to think there's something..."
Harry slowly raised himself up, propping his head up on his palm as he gave Draco a confused glance. "I don't think so." He paused and tried to think of something. He didn't think he needed to tell Draco anything. He had been getting the impression Draco had something to tell him, though, but he wasn't about to bring it up before the blonde was ready.
"Hmm." Draco gave Harry another long look, his eyes flicking around to take in Harry's face. He sighed and ran a hand through Harry's hair again, smiling when the other man nearly purred as his eyes fluttered closed. "I only ask because she seemed certain but reluctant to say what."
Harry nibbled his lip as he thought, but didn't open his eyes yet. "I really can't think of anything. What did Hermione say?"
"Well she asked if you've told me anything. Then she asked if I noticed anything... different about you," Draco said quietly, watching Harry for a reaction. He only got another hum, part acknowledgement and part contentment, as his fingers worked over Harry's scalp.
"Is there?" Harry murmured, not really caring as long as Draco didn't stop his fingers moving over his head. He didn't think he'd been acting differently. He'd been a bit stressed about Gabe's party but that went fine. Teddy would be out of school for the summer in a few days but that didn't bother him.
"Yes," Draco reluctantly admitted. He didn't know if it was worth mentioning now, though. Now that he's brought it up, he couldn't think of anything that didn't sound rather silly.
Harry's eyes slowly opened and he gave Draco a confused look. "Like what?" he asked, his brows furrowing a bit.
"Well," Draco said slowly. "It's small things..." he trailed off, as he made a mental list. "You don't eat breakfast much, avoiding it especially if I make pancakes or eggs for the boys," he held up a finger when Harry went to open his mouth. "Just let me finish, alright?" Harry nodded reluctantly. "The most curious are—and please don't kill me, love, but you're a bit more emotional... and as of late I can practically make you come just by doing this," he quickly snuck a hand between their bodies and pinched Harry's nipple, rolling the quickly hardening nub between his thumb and finger.
He smirked when Harry moaned loudly and arched into him, fingers digging into his flank. "See? I'm not complaining but that's rather new."
"Oh," Harry said, biting his lip again to keep his protests inside. He didn't know what to say but he was extremely disappointed Draco's fingers stopped moving. The annoyingly brief attention had him hard as a rock now.
Draco nodded, fighting the urge to just roll Harry over and ravage him. His eyes had lost the sleepy expression and were now darkened and hazed with desire; he felt Harry's sudden arousal pressing eagerly against his leg. "Hermione also said something about seeing this once before."
Harry ran his teeth along his top lip, thinking. Several thoughts flitted in and out of his mind before his eyes went wide as he suddenly was struck with understanding. Oh no. He glanced up at Draco shyly and cursed softly when he saw the blonde was staring at him intently, obviously having seen his reaction.
"Er, I might have an idea now," he said quietly.
"And?" Draco asked, sitting up a bit to give Harry his full attention. He'd had some thoughts during dinner but he didn't dare mention what they might be. He didn't want to be wrong.
Harry shook his head. "No," he whispered.
"No, what? Why not?" Draco asked, his brows pinched together. He slid a comforting hand down Harry's back. "Please," he whispered.
Harry bit his lip and buried his face in Draco's neck. "I can't... I don't know and I can't even say it if I don't know." He made a mental note to talk to Hermione, first thing. He wanted to yell at her a bit and then ask for her help.
"I see," Draco said, not really seeing at all. He hadn't a clue what Harry was going on about but he knew him well enough to not push.
He sighed and slowly ran his hands down Harry's back to cup his arse. Even with the brief conversation, neither of their hard-ons had diminished in the least. He groaned softly, hips rolling up when he felt slick wetness and hard heat against his hip as Harry pressed against him. He didn't know if he should try to get more talking done and it was getting harder to concentrate when Harry slid down his body, licking a wet trail down his chest, stomach and inner thighs.
"Can I ask you something?" Draco murmured, struggling to make his voice and brain work past the pleasure.
Harry hummed, absently stroking a palm down the long line of Draco's inner thigh. "Sure," he mumbled, his lips briefly pressing to the soft skin over one of Draco's hipbones.
"How did you tell Gabe about his papa? I mean... did he ask or..." Draco trailed off, at once frustrated and relieved when Harry's hands and mouth left his body and his face popped up above his. He stared up into blinking green eyes. He felt quite proud of himself for being able to focus through Harry's decidedly distracting ministrations and he felt rather foolish for interrupting, as well.
Harry blinked, his brain stuttering a bit as he tried to reroute everything from sex to talking. Serious talking, not just 'fuck yes, right there!' or 'harder!'.
"Alright," he sighed and slowly crawled off Draco's body, settling himself at Draco's side. He didn't exactly want to go through this now, but the determined expression on Draco's face was a clear sign he wouldn't be getting out of it or putting it off. He had seen the look before, on Draco and Gabe, and he wasn't going to be able to refuse.
"As you know, Gabe is incredibly bright..."
"Daddy?"
Harry hums, attention mostly on Teddy waving from his spot in line in front of the doors of his school, nearly lost in the large group of children. He's battling the same pride and sadness he sees on many parents faces; the first day of school is bittersweet. He sees a flash of bright green before he completely loses sight of Teddy and feels relieved he had remembered to put a glamour on Teddy's hair this morning. Muggles will only see a matching head of messy black hair and bright green eyes. He sniffles lightly, both at the empty doorway and that Teddy wanted to look more like him.
"Daddy!"
Harry jerks out of his thoughts and looks down, giving Gabe an apologetic smile. "Sorry, munchkin. What's up?" he asks as he squats down in front of Gabe, a bit concerned at the expression on his little face.
"Where's my mummy?" Gabe asks, not even bothering to ease into it. He wants to know. He has seen mummies with kids before but this is one of the first times he has seen mummies and daddies-together. He doesn't know why daddy doesn't have a mummy with him and he's insanely curious. He gives daddy his best 'please' look and waits.
Harry blinks before looking around as realization dawns; The school yard is packed with families seeing off their kids. At the park he takes the boys to, there are generally only single parents (men and women) taking their children out for some fresh air and fun. He didn't know how many had working spouses and he didn't really care. All Gabe saw was other single daddies or mummies with their kids; same as him. The few occasions they go out in public, Gabe is usually too distracted by toys and candy in the store windows to notice couples and families.
For the first time, he's finding himself regretting his single parent status.
"Gabe," he says quietly, smiling softly when silvery grey eyes narrow and dark little brows scrunch together at his tone. "I'll tell you. But not here, yeah?" He bites his cheek to keep a smile off his face when Gabe purses his lips a bit in thought. The move is so reminiscent of Hermione, he absently wonders if Gabe might be spending too much time around his best friend.
"OK," Gabe says nodding, understanding daddy will be talking about magic stuff. They can't talk about magic stuff when they aren't at home or at special places other people use magic. Teddy's school isn't a special place. "But you can't forget," he admonishes sternly, hoping daddy isn't trying to get out of telling him what he wants to know.
He's only 3 (and one quarter!) but he knows his daddy pretty well. He likes to change the subject or make him forget he's asked about something. This feels important and he promises himself he won't forget. No falling for daddy's tricks.
"I won't," Harry promises and heads towards a quiet enough street they can apparate from. He doesn't want to go home yet and he can't avoid Gabe's question, no matter how much he might want to. It feels too early to be talking about such things with his little boy, but he recognizes the stubborn set to his little face and shoulders to know he won't be able to wiggle out of this. He snorts ruefully; Gabe gets stubbornness from both of his fathers.
They stop for ice cream, Gabe's excited hoot of glee enough to reduce some of the tension in his shoulders. He's still not sure how to explain...
"Alright, home," he says, licking his ice cream and chuckling at the chocolate mess on Gabe's face.
As soon as they get in the front door, Gabe stops and crosses his arms over his little chest. "Spill it, daddy," he says, trying to stay serious and not giggle. He's seen aunt Hermione do that plenty of times and it always works for her.
Harry grins, shaking his head in amusement and sits on the bottom step, knowing they'll go no further without a lot of fussing and hollering. He sighs with resignation. "Alright, what do you want to know?"
"Where's my mummy?" Gabe asks, trying not to roll his eyes. Daddy could not have forgotten his question so soon.
Harry clears his throat and shifts on the step, trying to think of the easiest way to explain. "You don't have one. I'm your mummy."
"No," Gabe says patiently. "You're my daddy." He tries not to give daddy a look that says 'duh' but he can't help it. Daddy is not a mummy; he doesn't even have bumps on his front like other mummies.
Harry chuckles, unable to help it. "I'm both, then, I guess. Remember when we saw that lady with the baby in her tummy?" he asks, referring to the time they'd seen a heavily pregnant woman at the park. He'd nearly apparated away in mortification when Gabe spotted her and (loudly) asked how many sweets she had to eat to get so fat. A simple talk about babies sorted Gabe out rather quickly. He still finds himself surprised how easily Gabe understood everything.
He smiles when Gabe nods, his brows together again. "I had you. You were in my tummy."
"You did?" Gabe asks, stepping closer and looking up at daddy with wide eyes. He didn't know daddies could do that! He knows his brows are scrunched but he's trying to remembering seeing a daddy with a baby in his tummy before.
Harry nods. "I did. Being magic... well, it can make all sorts of things happen," he explains, seeing Gabe nod knowingly. They've already had the magic talk; Gabe had a burst of accidental magic a few weeks ago and adored the very idea of magic. The requests for a wand are still a daily occurrence. "So, I'm your mummy, too, I suppose."
Gabe giggles. Even if he's never seen another daddy with a baby in his tummy, he believes daddy. Daddy doesn't lie to him, even when his face gets pink and he shuffles around. "I'm not calling you mummy, daddy," he says through another round of giggles. He sees daddy nod and he pauses. He knows there's another part to the whole thing and he purses his lips a bit as he tries to remember.
"Well, if your my mummy-daddy, where's my other daddy?" he asks, proud when he finally figures it out. He gasps and rushes over to hug daddy when he sees daddy's face get sad.
"Erm, well," Harry starts, unsure how to answer the question. How much did you explain to a 3-year-old, especially so they'd understand it? He hadn't gotten into the actual process at all when he explained about babies before, just that it took a mummy and a daddy, and he's horrified to feel himself blushing.
He stutters and mumbles through a quick explanation of Draco (only referring to him as Gabe's 'papa') and how they stopped being friends long before Gabe was born.
Gabe doesn't quite understand but he knows daddy is still sad. "So, I have a papa but he..." he trails off, twisting his fingers together in thought. He huffs and shrugs, unsure how to say what he means.
"You have a papa but he doesn't know about you?" Harry offers, smiling when Gabe nods. "Yes," he repeats and pulls Gabe into his lap, running a hand through his dark hair. He feels something constrict in his chest, regret most likely. He has often agonized over whether or not to tell Draco about Gabe. "You're a surprise he doesn't even know is here."
"Will I meet papa?" Gabe asks, looking up at daddy. He's confused that he wants to and doesn't want to at the same time. He only needs daddy (and aunt Hermione sometimes) but he would like to meet his papa, mostly because he thinks daddy misses him and still likes him. His face looks the same when he talks about other people he likes but aren't around anymore. He wonders if aunt Hermione knows his papa...
Harry blinks with surprise. "I don't know, love," he finally says. "Maybe one day."
"OK," Gabe says with a shrug. It might be nice to have another daddy, but only if he's nice. "Can we watch telly?"
Harry blinks with surprise again, thrown by the abrupt subject change and nods dumbly. Gabe slides off his lap with a whoop of joy and he slowly follows his son, unsure how much Gabe understood. It can be hard to tell sometimes with his son; he'll know for sure if Gabe asks about it again. He's not sure how much he's looking forward to that.
A few weeks later Gabe asks about his papa again.
"Daddy, will I get a present from papa?" Christmas is coming and he's secretly hoping to have a bigger pile than Teddy.
Harry fumbles the plate he's carrying in surprise, only a burst of magic saves the plate from hitting the floor and breaking. "Probably not, munchkin," he says after a moment, watching Gabe carefully.
"Oh," Gabe says and shrugs carelessly. It never hurt to ask about presents. His lips purse as he thinks. "Because I'm a surprise, right?"
Harry chuckles, trying not to be surprised at Gabe's grasp of the situation, and nods once. "Exactly."
"OK," Gabe says, shifting to his knees in his chair to take a loud slurping sip of his milk. "Are we gonna go to aunt Hermione's?" he asks, licking milk off of his top lip.
A few weeks later Gabe asks about his papa once more.
"What does papa look like?" Gabe asks out of the blue. He's coloring in his books and his mind just wandered when he looked up at daddy. He looks a lot like daddy, everyone says so, and he'd started to wonder if he looks like his papa at all. Aunt Hermione tells him all the time how he's like a mini-me of daddy's. Well, she had said 'clone' but he didn't know what that meant until she explained.
He likes looking like daddy but he thought he should look like papa too, even if only a little.
Harry sighs, unsure how to answer. "You have the same eyes as he does," he finally says. And his nose... and his pointed little chin, he thinks but doesn't say.
"Do you have any pictures?" Gabe asks, abandoning his coloring to climb into daddy's lap. Daddy likes to collect pictures of everyone he likes and he hopes there's one of his papa. He doesn't remember daddy getting pink cheeks when looking at anyone in the pictures, though.
Harry clears his throat and looks away, struggling with the truth. "No," he finally says, feeling like a bastard for lying. He did have two; one was completely inappropriate for Gabe to see and the other was taken a few days before Draco had left and he barely looks at it anymore.
"Oh," Gabe says, a little disappointed.
Harry sighs and runs a hand through Gabe's hair. "I think you've also the same nose," he offers, smiling sadly when Gabe perks up.
"I do? 'Cause I look just like you, daddy, so I was wonderin'," Gabe explains. He ruffles daddy's hair, sometimes wishing he could change his like Teddy can. He likes having the same hair as daddy but it would be so cool if he could make it blue sometimes.
Draco was quiet for long moments, thinking about what he'd just heard. He was a bit surprised that Harry hadn't kept Gabe in the dark and even more surprised at Gabe's inquisitive nature and that he understood. "Wow," he said softly.
"I know," Harry hummed in agreement.
Draco shifted, turning so he could look at Harry directly. "Thank you."
"What for?" Harry asked, blinking a bit in surprise.
Draco rolled his eyes and poked Harry in the shoulder. "For not lying. For not telling him I'm a no good bastard. For... I don't know, for not being a spiteful bastard and keeping me away from him," he ended softly. He really wouldn't have blamed Harry for doing any of those things. He mentally winced; he probably would have were their roles reversed.
"Of course I wouldn't do those things," Harry said, sounding scandalized. "I wasn't thrilled with the circumstances, but I'd never talk bad about you, Draco. And besides, knowing Gabe, he'd take exception to me calling you a bastard."
Draco laughed, burying his face in Harry's neck to muffle the sound. "Bloody Gryffindor," he said with fondness.
"Oh, shut up," Harry said with a laugh and squirmed back down Draco's body.
He really hoped he wouldn't be interrupted this time. He hummed, thoroughly enjoying the taste of Draco on his tongue. He peeked up at the blonde through his fringe and grinned when he saw he had Draco's full attention, flushing lightly at the intense silvery gaze focused on him. He nuzzled the line of pale hair on Draco's belly and hummed again before slowly kissing and licking down Draco's length.
He barely got into his task when he was lifted and rolled onto his back. "Wha?"
Draco pinned Harry under him, looking down at him. "Shut up," he whispered, the command softened by a long kiss. "Just—" he broke off, running his hands down Harry's arms, lifting them up and capturing both wrists in one hand. He smiled when Harry relaxed, going completely limp under him. He didn't think he could ever articulate how much he loved how submissive Harry, at times, could become under him. "—Enjoy," he finished, laying a trail of soft kisses down Harry's neck and shoulder.
He fluttered his fingers over one of Harry's nipples and smirked when Harry moaned and arched into him again. While it wasn't a new thing for Harry to enjoy stimulation on his nipples, the reaction seemed more... intense. He shifted a bit, lowering his mouth over one hardened nub and gently flicked his tongue over it. He watched as Harry arched again, his body bowing with a soft gasp. "Beautiful," he whispered, unaware he had spoken aloud until he saw a fierce blush on Harry's cheeks, neck and chest. Oh well. He spoke the truth, however sappy it was.
Harry closed his eyes, feeling breathless and too warm. As much as Draco intended for him to 'just enjoy', he was close to begging for something—anything—or taking matters into his own hands. He leaned forward and managed to capture Draco's lips, sighing when hands finally drifted down his body. He opened his eyes and glared a moment later when that hand only went as far as his thigh before stopping.
Draco chuckled lowly, nipping Harry's bottom lip as he slid his hand under Harry's thigh and pushed up. He released Harry's wrists and watched as his hands slid under his pillow. He used both hands to push Harry's legs open, spreading him obscenely wide. The breathy little groan was indication enough that Harry didn't mind the position.
He conjured some lube and immediately wiggled a finger inside, voicing a groan himself when there was no resistance. He looked up, giving Harry a questioning glance. He hadn't noticed Harry muttering anything that sounded like a preparation charm. He didn't like them, he was more hands-on than just muttering a charm.
"Sorry," Harry murmured, not looking it at all. "Couldn't wait."
Draco blinked before looking back down, not at all surprised to find that he could easily slip in three fingers. He sighed. "I wanted to do that, love."
"I know," Harry said, pulling his hands free and grabbing at Draco, trying to move and shift the stubborn blonde into the best position to finally fuck him. "Next time, yeah?" he breathed, eyes down so he could watch.
Draco nodded and slowly slid inside. He groaned, enjoying the sensation, as he always did, of being inside Harry. He stilled, running a hand down Harry's chest and stomach. "Impatient?"
"Oh yeah," Harry nodded, clenching around Draco when he felt the blonde had been still too long. He tried not to smirk when Draco groaned and immediately started to move. He slid his hands back under his pillow, lifted his legs up and around Draco and just allowed Draco to do whatever he wanted. "Get to it," he said imperiously, twitching his feet against Draco's lower back.
Draco didn't even answer, just raised an eyebrow before rolling them both over. "Pushy bastard. You do it," he said and smirked, relaxing back and tucking his hands behind his head. If he thought Harry would protest or even wait another second, he was wrong. And quite happy to be so when Harry smirked back and immediately started moving.
He watched as Harry moved, writhing and moaning in no time as he arched and bounced on him. He helped a bit; occasionally arching and lifting his hips in time with Harry's movements, but otherwise he was content to just lay there and let Harry have at him. As much as he loved when Harry submitted, he just as thoroughly enjoyed when Harry was forceful and in control.
Draco's toes curled when Harry shifted back and uttered a string of breathless 'fuck's as he let himself drop a bit harder. He had mixed feelings as he watched Harry's hand fist his own cock; he wanted to help but he did enjoy that sight as well. He settled for wrapping his hand over Harry's and using the other to help Harry keep his balance as he leaned back more. His eyes were half closed, feeling breathless and overly warm, as Harry came, making a complete mess of his chest and stomach. He grabbed Harry around his waist and held him steady as he moved in a hurried pace in an effort to catch up.
Harry clenched around Draco again, smirking a bit to himself as Draco came with a surprised shout. He flopped forward, draping himself over Draco's chest with a satisfied hum. He had been about to fall asleep when he heard Draco murmuring softly into his ear, fingers lightly running over his back in random patterns and softly combed through his hair. "Wha?" he mumbled, not even having the energy to pull his face out of Draco's neck.
"I said," Draco paused, swallowing thickly. Panic and a hint of fear prickled along his body, making his skin feel hot and too small. He thought Harry was asleep... He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and muttered; "I love you."
Harry shot up and stared down at Draco for long moments, trying to decipher if he had actually heard the words or if he was asleep and dreaming. He reached out and pinched Draco's nipple, twisting it slightly. Harder than he intended apparently when Draco jumped and made a high-pitched wounded sound.
"Harry!" Draco screeched indignantly, slapping at Harry's hand. "What the fuck, Potter?" he asked, scowling as he rubbed the abused flesh. That was not the sort of reaction he had been expecting (or hoping for).
Harry was torn between smiling at the over-reaction and frowning. He didn't know if it answered his question. "I wasn't sure if I was dreaming or not," he explained in a dreamy voice, looking down at Draco with his head slightly cocked. "Of course, I know you well enough to dream that reaction," he mused aloud. "OW!" he yelped, rubbing his pinched arse cheek.
Draco smirked. "Awake, love?"
"Yes," Harry grumbled before dropping heavily onto Draco and kissing him hard, nearly biting him and smacking their teeth painfully together, but it was alright because Draco groaned happily into his mouth. He wanted to ask if Draco meant his earlier declaration but didn't want to be snarked at or have it taken back. "I love you, too," he whispered, pulling back just a breath so he could be heard.
He squeaked when Draco's arms wrapped around him with a fierce tightness. He didn't complain, he could still breath. Kind of. He nuzzled into Draco's neck, wrapping his arms around Draco as best he could. He could think of more romantic settings for hearing the wonderful words instead of being sweaty and practically covered in come but he wasn't going to complain.
Draco breathed deeply, finally getting the feeling back in his body. His nipple still throbbed but it was worth it... He knew Harry would say it back but he had still been terrified to say it first. He felt euphoric and chuckled weakly against Harry.
"Marry me," he blurted. Oh shit. He bit his bottom lip, hard, wishing he could take the words back. He meant them but this was a pretty crappy time to be asking.
He didn't stop Harry from rearing back again. He closed his eyes for a moment before looking up to see a completely gobsmacked Harry. His green eyes were wide and his mouth was hanging open. He almost expected a bit of drool for all the movement Harry was making. He wiggled his hips back and forth a bit, trying to get Harry to react in some way. Say something, blink, breath; anything.
"You what?" Harry finally said, his voice a bit high pitched. He couldn't have heard properly.
Draco scowled and pinched Harry's arse again. "You heard me."
"I did," Harry agreed, nodding dumbly. "No."
"No?" Draco repeated incredulously. "You... Wh—... What?"
Harry crossed his arms, glaring down at Draco. "You heard me," he said, mockingly.
"I did," Draco said, glaring up at Harry. "I'm trying to sort out why you'd say no," he said quietly. He refused to show how devastated the answer made him but he had an idea he failed completely when Harry's face softened and warm hands were cupping his cheeks gently a moment later. "I don't want you to do anything you don't want to," he whispered.
He could barely breath through the pain of rejection but he wouldn't ever force Harry into something he didn't want. Maybe Harry just needed more time. Maybe he could ask again... Later, when they weren't in such a position.
Harry ran his thumbs over Draco's high cheekbones and snorted. "I'm not saying I won't, I just want you to ask me again when we're not all sweaty and covered in come," he said and smirked. His shock had dissipated enough for him to see how devastated Draco looked.
He wanted to say yes, had nearly shouted it and smothered the blonde with kisses. But the thought of this being the memory behind their engagement filled him with so many things. He didn't really relish the idea of remembering this whenever he saw his ring. (Even though he probably still would.)
"You what?"
Harry rolled his eyes and gently kissed Draco. "Ask me again, later, when you've planned something spectacular. Romantic. Memorable."
"Oh," Draco said dumbly and then nodded. That made sense. He really should have known; if he had been thinking he really would have done it right the first time. "Well, I actually..." he trailed off, blushing a bit and hating it.
Harry smiled and leaned down on his elbows, poking Draco's nose with his own. "You actually..." he trailed off expectantly, hoping Draco would finish his thought. He shivered at the thought of a Malfoy worthy engagement moment. It was equally horrifying and exciting.
"I hadn't given it much thought past the ring," Draco admitted.
He had only seen the perfect ring by chance a week ago. He considered marriage before but never to the point of doing anything about it but it seemed seeing the ring had set him off. He bought it the next day (figuring it was 'a sign' the ring was still there) and had the thing in his pocket ever since, trying to work up the nerve to ask Harry the important question. He had cursed himself a coward numerous time, but it didn't help him open his mouth and voice his wishes... until now.
Draco groaned miserably; he couldn't believe he had blurted it out like that. Now that he was not having heart palpitations, he could understand Harry's answer. "I did say I'd ask you some day."
Harry shook his head. "No, you said it was the natural progression that a relationship took. You didn't exactly say it was something you'd do..." he said trailing off and shaking his head again before snuggling back into Draco's chest. "Ask me later. Plan something extremely Malfoy."
"Did you just... use my name as an adjective?" Draco asked, biting the corner of his mouth to keep from laughing.
Harry nodded, already feeling sleepy again. "Mhm, very apt as well," he mumbled before yawning. "Now, shut up and let me sleep. You've interrupted me from sleeping at least three times."
Draco nearly opened his mouth to argue (it was only twice at most) but snapped it closed again, wisely listening to Harry's request. He didn't fall asleep as easily as Harry, though. Long after Harry's breathing evened out and soft snores were being puffed against his chest, he was still awake. Planning. Thinking. He didn't know how Malfoy he was supposed to make his request. He snickered softly, bemused he was indeed using his surname as a descriptive word.
He knew Harry really wouldn't appreciate something over-the-top or anything he'd think was too extravagant (both quite definable as being Malfoy, oddly enough). Should he include the boys? He really should talk to them as well, make sure they were alright with the idea. He didn't think Gabe would object but he was truly unsure about Teddy. The little boy was warm and very accepting but still had issues with how to address him. He loved him like another son, though, he thought with a slight jump of surprise.
He smiled when Harry snuffled softly and slid limply down his side to latch onto him again, sleep warm limps flopping over him.
There was no way he wouldn't make sure this would be their life every night. He smiled to himself, resolved to find the perfect way to get Harry's hand in marriage. Maybe Hermione would be able to offer a bit of insight...
~*O*~
Harry jumped, breaking from his thoughts when someone sat across from him at the kitchen table. Draco had gone to work and the boys were outside with Angus so the sudden body right there in front of him startled him.
He smiled sheepishly at Hermione, absently casting a cleaning charm on his spilled tea. "Hi 'Mione."
"Hi, Harry," Hermione said brightly before cocking her head a bit and looking Harry over carefully. Something was off... "What's wrong?"
Harry shrugged. "Draco asked me to marry him," he said simply, too tired to drag it out.
"What?" Hermione shrieked, clasping her hands together and squealing. "Oh, Harry!" She shot up from her seat and rounded the table, squeezing Harry in a tight hug. "That's wonderful!"
Harry blushed and carefully pried Hermione's arms from around him. "I said no."
"What?!" Hermione shrieked again, her voice a bit louder and shriller. "How could— What— Harry!"
Harry's blush deepened and he raised his chin defiantly, staring at Hermione. "He asked me practically the moment after... well, you know," he said waving a hand and feeling like his face was on fire. He glared when Hermione only stared at him, uncomprehendingly. "Oh, for Merlin's sake," he muttered, unwilling to believe she was that dense. "Are you messing about?" he demanded. He was not about to make hand gestures or get out puppets.
"What? No," Hermione said, a bit offended. She took in Harry's blush and the vague gestures he had made earlier and gasped. "Oh!" she said and clapped her hands over her mouth to keep from asking all sorts of questions that she knew would have Harry blushing even harder. Or giggling. "So?" she asked, shrugging.
Harry glared across the table and scoffed. "So, I didn't think it appropriate and told him to ask me later. In a more appropriate setting and manner."
"Oh my," Hermione snorted with laughter, just imagining the scene that unfolded. She waved a hand in front of her face as she felt herself heat up, shaking her head to clear the images, and snorted again. "You girl," she accused and giggled.
Harry pouted, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest. He knew Hermione was kidding but he didn't think he had been unreasonable. "Shut up."
"Aw, I'm sorry Harry," Hermione said softly, patting his arm. "I sort of agree with you though. I'd have probably caused Arnold physical pain if he had asked me like that," she finally conceded. She kept the coo she wanted to squeal to herself; she thought it was kind of sweet Draco must have been caught up 'in the moment'. It was sort of romantic...
Harry nodded, thankful Hermione understood. He bit his lip and looked over at her sheepishly. "I'm glad you're here, though. I wanted to talk to you about something."
"Yes?" she asked, leaning forward eagerly. She flopped back in her chair when Harry averted his eyes and mumbled something. "What?" she said, unsure she had heard him properly.
"I said I think I'm pregnant again," Harry said with a huff. "I didn't think anything of it until Draco started asking me all sorts of questions last night." His fingers fidgeted and twiddled with his nerves. He wasn't sure but it was seeming more and more of a possibility the longer he thought about it.
Hermione cleared her throat, trying to keep herself from cooing adoringly or giggling. Harry looked panicked enough without those reactions. "What makes you think so?" she asked, folding her hands in front of her on the table.
"Well," Harry said, rolling his eyes to look at Hermione. He sighed with relief when she didn't look upset or horrified. He didn't know how she'd react. She would be well within reason to be pissed or disappointed since he felt those things himself. He couldn't believe he had been that irresponsible, especially knowing it could happen this time. "A couple of things."
Hermione nodded, humming knowingly. She was tempted to ask 'such as?' but really didn't want to embarrass the poor man anymore than necessary. Harry looked ready to cry as it was. "Have you checked?"
"No," Harry mumbled. He had been too terrified to cast the charm on himself. Plus, he didn't know it well enough; he didn't want to blast himself or do some other sort of unintentional damage. It wasn't as easy as peeing on a stick. Lucky Muggles. "I couldn't," he muttered, his eyes flicking towards the kitchen door warily. This would be the moment his boys ran into the kitchen.
Hermione nodded again. "I'll help if you want." She smiled when Harry nodded slowly, relief making his shoulders sag a bit. "Of course, I would. So, did you actually tell Draco?"
"No," Harry said biting his lip. "I don't want to unless I'm sure. I don't know what to do... if he'll still want to marry me..." he trailed off miserably. His fingers furiously wound and tangled as he stared down at his lap. It was stupid, he knew that, but he hadn't been able to stop the thought from popping in his head. Surely, Draco would be thrilled. Or at least not upset enough to leave.
Hermione gaped for a moment before breaking out into laughter, waving off Harry's annoyed face. "Oh, shut it. You're being absolutely ridiculous! Of course he'll still want to marry you, you daft git."
"Gee, thanks," Harry said and rolled his eyes even though he felt a bit more assured.
"Anytime," Hermione said brightly and moved to stand before Harry. "Lift the shirt, sir," she instructed with a cheeky grin.
Harry rolled his eyes again but complied, pulling up his shirt and nibbling his lip in anticipation. He watched as Hermione waved her wand and hovered over his stomach. His eyes widened as a soft blue glow surrounded his stomach and dissipated with a cool sensation. "Oh."
"Well," Hermione said tucking her wand away. "Now you know." She gave Harry a pointed look and sat next to him, holding his hand tightly. "You should figure out what you want to do."
Harry recoiled with a grimace but understood why Hermione would say that. "There's only one thing to do, Mione."
"Alright," Hermione said brightly. "But I just wanted to say that, you know there's options, even if you won't even think twice about them. So," she said, bumping her shoulder into Harry's, giving him a bright smile, "you're probably one of only men I know insane enough to get pregnant twice."
Harry chuckled, feeling nearly lightheaded at Hermione's easy acceptance. "Of course," he said dryly. He really hadn't had that rough a time of it with Gabe. He didn't look forward to the whole 'swelling' bit, but otherwise it had almost been pleasant. Until the end. But that wasn't fun for anyone.
He sighed and covered his face with his hands. "I can't believe I'm so stupid, 'Mione."
"Oh, Harry," Hermione said softly, pulling one of Harry's hands down and clasping it between hers and giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze. "You aren't stupid."
Harry snorted and gave Hermione a wry look. "I knew this could happen and I was careless, so... yeah. Stupid."
"No," Hermione insisted, squeezing Harry's hand again. "Careless does not mean stupid. Not that I want details," she said and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, "but neither of you seriously thought to at least cast a Protection charm? I mean, contraceptive charms are more effective but a bit more complicated..." Some could last longer than just one go, making a note of the ones she knew to pass onto Harry later. She was rather sure he wanted more kids, but it would be nice if he had a bit more forethought for the rest.
Harry shook his head, ignoring Hermione's blatant bid for details. "Obviously not," he snorted. The thought never once crossed his mind any time Draco got close enough to pounce on. He really should've known better, he had never been that careless before. He sighed. He didn't know what it was about Draco that made his brain short-circuit and he allowed his dick (and heart... but mostly his hormones) to lead.
"Well, I am a bit surprised. But not disappointed," she said simply. "How do you think he'll take the news?" she asked after a moment's internal debate.
She didn't exactly want to remind Harry of why he had been panicking before but she really wanted to know. She personally thought Draco would be pleased. The bugger looked too keen on the idea of more kids whenever it was brought up. She was only sure he'd be surprised it was happening now as opposes to later date.
A much later date.
Harry groaned and covered his face again. "I don't know," he sighed. It was hard to judge how Draco felt by the weird question session they'd had last night. He couldn't tell if Draco actually suspected or what he thought about the prospect. "Only one way to find out," he said with a bravery he didn't really feel.
He needed to see a healer and soon. It would be ideal if Draco went with him; he found himself looking forward to Draco's reaction, even if it scared him. He would at least know. He didn't like the idea of surprising the blonde but he nearly let the idea gain some merit. He could act surprised and let the healer be the one to give the news.
"Don't even think it," Hermione chided, practically reading Harry's thoughts. "You tell him yourself, Harry Potter."
Harry blinked before blushing a bit. He should have known Hermione would see right through him. Clever witch. "Yeah, I know. I will but I still... he should come with. The healer said it will make everything easier and less stressful with the other father close-by." He had been able to make due with Hermione when he was expecting Gabe but it wasn't the same. The healer said he was quite lucky to have delivered a healthy, robust little boy that had his magic intact without the other father being present for nearly his whole pregnancy.
He glanced up at Hermione and smiled. "How are you?"
Hermione giggled and hugged Harry tightly. She truly adored her best friend; she didn't know many people that could have so much going on with themselves and still ask about someone else's well-being.
"I'm wonderful," she said smiling brightly at Harry. "I finally got around to making some wedding plans," she said, grinning at Harry in a decidedly evil manner.
"Oh, erm, that's good," Harry muttered, not liking the look on Hermione's face one bit. It generally preceded something that would be rather unpleasant. Especially for him. "What sort of plans?" he asked carefully.
Hermione chuckled, enjoying Harry's wary expression. "I'll let you know after I've gone over them with Arnold," she said evasively.
Honestly, she wasn't planning anything big or elaborate. She wanted a small, quiet, private ceremony. She was leaning towards a more traditional Muggle ceremony, mostly because Arnold still laughed (well, giggled but he refused to allow Hermione to call the noise he made a giggle) when he saw wizarding robes. Plus, his family hadn't a clue about the Wizarding World and it was best it was kept that way. The biggest question at this point was the guest list. She'd have to ask Harry his input later, hopefully when his brain wasn't being fried with a botched engagement offer and expecting his second child.
"It's not devious, I promise," she said brightly.
"Alright," Harry said slowly, relaxing a bit. Hermione wouldn't promise otherwise.
It was barely 11 am and he was already ready for a long nap. He sighed and finished his tea, enjoying Hermione's company, letting her excited words about a new development at work wash over him. He again found himself quite glad he had decided against working for the Ministry, in any capacity, every time he heard Hermione rant and rave about her job. Hermione enjoyed it though, she found it challenging and exciting. The paperwork alone kept her happily occupied for hours.
He let Hermione make his healer appointment, secretly glad it was taken out of his hands. He only offered input when asked about time and date, so he could give Draco's schedule. He didn't know if he could easily get out of work, so he insisted it was either after Draco would be home from work or on an off day.
He nervously chewed his thumb nail and nearly choked when the healer was able to get him an appointment the next day. He grumbled, cursing the fact he was Harry bloody Potter for the countless time. He was hoping for a bit more time to wrap his head around everything. And more time to tell Draco would have been nice, too.
"Bye, 'Mione," he said, hugging the witch as they both stood. "Thanks," he said, getting a bit choked up and squeezing her tightly. He didn't know what he'd do without her.
Hermione patted Harry's back, rubbing gentle, soothing circles when she felt his breath hitch and heard the choked words. "You're welcome, Harry. I'm always here, don't forget that, yeah?" she asked, leaning back and looking at him earnestly.
Harry nodded and gently pushed her away. "I kept you long enough, you're going to be late if you don't go now." He smiled when Hermione jumped with the reminder, hurriedly kissed his cheek and disapparated on the spot. He nodded to himself and anxiously waited for Draco to come home.