Author's Note: Thank you to everyone for the reviews!
I didn't know I was going to write the following until I did, but I need to up the warnings. This story now contains either non-con or dub-con…I'm not sure which. Oh, and all the best bits have been cut out of this chapter to confirm with the rules of this site. If you'd like to read the version with the whole lemon, you can read the version of this chapter posted on AO3. You can find the link on my profile page.
Harry always left for work long before Draco woke up in the morning. Even Eiona wakes before Draco does; which was why Cissy was in the habit of letting herself in early and taking care of her granddaughter, so that her son could sleep in. Harry didn't have to work that day, but he didn't want anyone, including Cissy, to know, so he got up at the normal time and dressed for work. He'd wait until Cissy left and then hide.
Cissy had something to say to Harry, because she found her son-in-law's actions entirely intolerable. She changed Eiona's nappy, handed over a bottle of milk, and left her granddaughter in the crib. Then she knocked on Harry's bedroom door.
Harry had just pulled on his robes and was looking for socks. "Yes?" he called, wondering if it was Draco. Draco wasn't in their bed, but then Harry remembered that Draco had slept on the floor. He glanced on the other side of the bed and sure enough Draco was still passed out on the floor.
"Harry, can we talk?" Cissy asked, cracking open the door.
"Sure, let's go in the drawing room. Draco's still asleep," Harry said, bringing his socks with him to the door. For some reason he didn't want his mother-in-law to know how bad things were and that Draco was sleeping on the floor.
Cissy agreed and they sat in the drawing room.
"What did you want to talk about?" Harry asked, wondering what Draco had been telling his mother.
"Draco seemed worried when he came over yesterday. He said he'd just been to hospital to have them look at a bump on his head. He couldn't remember how he'd gotten it. He said the medi-wizard said the memory loss was due to a very mild concussion, but that he was fine. Do you know how my son hit his head Harry?" Cissy asked pointedly, almost accusingly.
"Yes, the stupid git was sleeping on the railing of the balcony on the third floor. I pulled him down, but he's heavy and his head hit the stone. I checked him over and the spell reported that there was nothing wrong with him," Harry answered. He was skeptical that Draco really couldn't remember and wondered how Draco had convinced a medi-wizard to diagnose him with a concussion. Going to hospital over a bruise had to be the epitome of an overreaction and he thought that it was so typical Draco that he wanted to scream.
"And was he acting normally? Were there any signs of a concussion?"
"There were no signs, but he was clutching his head and screaming all out of proportion. I figured he was overreacting again and left him there."
"Next time you are tired of dealing with my son, Harry, please fetch me. I'll be more than happy to look after him." She said it sweetly, but it sounded like a reprimand just the same, as if unlike Harry, she was perfectly willing to tend to a concussion.
Harry was about to tell her to take Draco now and that he was still tired of dealing with Draco's bullshite. But today was his day off and his one chance to spy on Draco. He couldn't spy on his husband if Draco wasn't here, so instead he nodded and said, "Alright, but I have to finish getting ready for work."
"Yes. I'll just take Eiona to the Manor now," Cissy said, standing up and then heading towards Eiona's room.
Harry went downstairs to have breakfast and it wasn't long before he heard the sound of Cissy flooing away with his daughter. After breakfast, he went back upstairs to find Draco still sound asleep on the floor. Figuring Draco would be up soon, he piped one of George's extendable ears from the drawing room, through the fireplace, to Sirius' old room above. Then he went upstairs to Sirius' old room and waited. Unlike Draco, he actually had a reason to be tired, because he worked so much and came home only to clean the house at night. Thus he lay down on the bed and closed his eyes, waiting for Draco to get up. He fell asleep there.
Harry slept through Pansy's unexpected arrival. She came over uninvited to tell Draco her good news, waking him up. Draco scrambled to put himself together and tried to act normally in front of his friend, even though he'd woken up on the floor for the second morning in a row without knowing how he'd gotten there. He thought it was pretty shitty of Harry to make him sleep on the floor.
Draco let Pansy in and led her to the kitchen, where he found the usual two slices of cold toast, which he ate, not having anything to offer his friend.
"Not that I don't love you Pansy, but why are you here so early? It's barely ten thirty," Draco said, having washed down the toast with water.
"Good to see you too you lazy git. I'm pregnant and I wanted you to be the first to know. I just came from St. Mungo's," Pansy said cheerfully with a large smile.
"Congratulations! That's really wonderful! Shouldn't you tell Blaise first?" Draco asked.
Pansy and Blaise were newly married, having tied the knot just after Draco and Harry.
"He already knows I suspect it, but I'll tell him officially when he gets home tonight. Now stop being so rude and offer me some tea and biscuits. I'm pregnant after all, so you have to feed me."
"Alright, but I have to warn you that our elf is useless. Last I saw him he was using a spatula to clean the second floor toilet. I'll have to make it myself."
"Can you do that? You, make tea, I mean?"
"I've learned a bit, but no guarantees. It's not always drinkable," Draco said with a shrug, taking out their tea kettle. Harry always got mad when he ruined the tea, like it was impossible to mess up, when it wasn't.
Draco made tea and it came out alright, which he thanked Salazar for. He called Kreacher to ask for biscuits and the elf produced a package of Draco's gingersnaps. Thus with tea and biscuits, they went to the drawing room to chat. They talk about pregnancy matters and how Blaise will be waiting on her hand and foot during the end of it, like Harry did for Draco when he was on bed rest. Draco wanted to have another baby, despite his unmentioned problems with Harry, which set Pansy off gushing about how their children would all grow up together.
Then Draco said, "Yes, and I can't wait for when Harry has to wait on me hand and foot again. Our house elf situation is entirely intolerable. Something like that is bound to make him see how much we need a new one."
Meanwhile, Harry was sleeping upstairs having a bad dream about Draco and Pansy planning to revive the Death Eater movement. Every word being said in the room below was coming out of the extendable ear, lying nearby. He woke up just in time to hear Draco's last statement, not knowing what was being discussed.
Harry stayed put and continued to listen in. Draco and Pansy turned to discussing politics. Being another reelection year, Kingsley Shacklebolt was going up against a pureblood politian named Fawley. Draco and Pansy supported the pureblood Fawley, wanting to get Kingsley out of office. Listening to the discussion while his thought process was tainted by his earlier dream, Harry began to think Draco was still anti-muggle and muggleborns after all. Perhaps Draco had lied about being alright with Hermione and supporting the light. With the way Draco disparaged Shacklebolt, it was clear that he wasn't as supportive of Harry's politics as he'd thought. Harry didn't really know much about this Fawley, but he assumed the worst of him and thereby Draco and Pansy as well.
Finally Harry decided he'd heard enough and apparated away to think. He went for a walk in a nearby park so that he could consider all that he'd learned.
Pansy's arrival was a one-off, but Harry didn't know that and assumed that her appearance today meant that Draco spent his days gossiping with his friends. And since Draco didn't sleep nearly as late that day as he usually did, Harry didn't notice how many hours the wizard usually slept and didn't think anything was wrong. Instead he thought it was rather pathetic that his husband was spending so much time with friends instead of their daughter.
Secondly, Draco's politics were pro-Fawley, which Harry assumed meant pro-the old Death Eater ideals. That meant he hadn't changed as much as Harry had assumed. It also made Harry think Draco had been lying to him during all of those times Draco had insisted he supported muggle and muggleborn rights. If Draco was lying about that, what else might he have lied about? Was their relationship nothing more than a ploy to get the wizard off the hook for his crimes during the war? Draco was always saying how he wanted his father free; could he be using Harry in order to bring about Lucius' freedom?
Thirdly, Draco had talked about wanting Harry to wait on him hand and foot. Harry was already doing half of the cooking and cleaning, while Kreacher was doing the other half, and Draco nothing. Did his husband really expect Harry to do more, even though he was the one who worked all day? All Draco did was sit and talk; it was he who should be doing more of the cleaning. Why couldn't his husband do a bit of cleaning while he talked? Or at the very least, clean up his mess afterwards?
Around two O'clock Harry realized he was hungry and stopped for a supersized grease filled lunch at the place on the corner. Draco hated greasy food, so it was a rare treat. After the meal, he returned to the park and continued to fume.
Then there were the facts that Harry had already known about to consider, such as that Draco was always leaving Eiona with his mother and never spending any time with her. Draco was pulling away from the Weasleys, no longer trying to be friendly with Harry's adopted family. Draco absolutely refused to allow Eiona to interact with Fleur and Victoire and had drastically cut down on visiting Dromeda and Teddy. When Draco did take Eiona to Dromeda's, he left the baby there with the elderly woman and went home to gossip with Pansy Bloody Parkinson.
Some of the things Harry was looking for in a husband was a man to take care of their child, accept his Weasley family, and spend time with his godson, which were all qualities Draco had had when they married, but lacked now.
Then there was Draco's ridiculous behavior. He was fine with Parkinson, but either crying or spacey with Harry. Even if Narcissa didn't think there was anything wrong with her son acting like a zombie when Harry was around, Harry did. He wanted a loving attentive husband, like the man Draco used to be. He didn't want to have to deal with any more of Draco's overreactions and fits of crying or zoning out. Draco hadn't even wanted to share a bed with him for the last two nights, for Merlin's sake!
Of course Draco would probably blame the non-existent concussion for his spacy behavior last night. The fact that Draco was going around telling everyone, including his mother, that he had a concussion when he didn't pissed Harry off to no end. The git should be grateful to Harry for saving him from falling off that railing, instead of complaining about a comparably insignificant bruise. What was a bruise in exchange for a life? Of course Draco would overreact and blame Harry for saving him. Who would Draco tell next about the pretend concussion? And why was Draco trying to make people feel sorry for him? Was Draco trying to turn people against Harry?
No, the situation was entirely intolerable as far as Harry was concerned. He'd spied on Draco and while he hadn't discovered cheating, what he found was still rather bad. After today, he was just a bit more convinced that he needed a divorce. But even with all of that, he wasn't certain and he definitely wasn't ready to admit that it was time for a divorce. After all, Draco wasn't cheating, so maybe he really did love Harry.
Harry needed to find out whether there was still something between him and Draco before he made his decision on whether or not to ask for a divorce. Thus that evening he decided to ask someone to watch Eiona and try for one last night of passion. It was only four, but he decided to go home anyway and pretend he'd gotten off work a bit early. He apparated into the entry hall and went up the stairs, expecting to find Draco with Eiona. Only there was no sign of Eiona and Draco had gone back to bed.
Harry figured that Eiona was still at Cissy's, so he flooed over to Malfoy Manor. Sure enough, Eiona was there and Cissy was worried about Draco. Harry assured her that Draco was fine, just asleep. Then he asked her to watch his daughter for the night, so that he and Draco could have some romantic time to reconnect. She agreed, so he went back home to his husband.
Smoke was billowing out of the kitchen when Harry returned home. Kreacher's fry up was on fire, so Harry dashed into the kitchen to put out the flames. Kreacher was curled up on the rug like a dog, fast asleep and oblivious to the hazard he'd created. Harry left the old elf and disposed of the ruined dinner. He wasn't hungry anyway, having grabbed a large late lunch at the fast food stand by the park.
Harry went upstairs and found Draco still in bed. He removed his clothes and crawled into bed with Draco, pulling Draco into his arms. He placed kisses up and down Draco's neck and caressed Draco's body, doing his best to make a real effort to revive the missing passion. Draco had been putting on weight as of late, but it wasn't much and Harry was still more than attracted to him.
Draco started responding to Harry's touch, moaning and moving slightly. He was certain Harry was there touching him and that he should wake up, but he couldn't. It was like there was this impenetrable invisible force field keeping him down, under the haze of sleep. He grew hard, just like he would in any wet dream with Harry. He tried to move, to return Harry's caresses, but it felt like his arms and legs weighed a ton. He moved one leg slowly, to allow Harry access to his body, in short jerks, expending an insane amount of effort to do so. Then he fell a bit deeper into sleep and couldn't remember if he'd really moved or only dreamed he'd moved.
Harry undressed the both of them with a spell, encouraged by Draco's moans and by the fact that Draco had opened his legs. The only light in the room came in through the window and with the setting sun, the room was quickly becoming darker. In the dim light, Harry didn't even notice that Draco never opened his eyes. Besides, Draco often closed his eyes and just concentrated on the feel during sex.
Draco was hard against Harry and Harry rubbed their bodies together. Harry could hear Draco panting for breath and made out an open mouth in the dim light.
"Do you want this?" Harry asked.
When Draco's only response was a long moan, Harry took it as a yes. He quickly prepared Draco, before casting the usual contraceptive charm. Draco felt the same as before, if anything tighter from the lack of regular sex. That was another sign in favor of the hypothesis that Draco was not having an affair.
Harry couldn't remember when the last time they'd had sex was, but he knew it wasn't long after their anniversary, over two months ago. It was the longest they'd gone without being intimate since they'd gotten together after Draco's kidnapping. As such Harry really needed the release. He wanted to be close to Draco, to pour all of his remaining passion for the wizard into this coupling, so he lowered his body to Draco's, resting his head in the crook of Draco's neck.
The air smelled of sex and sweat and Harry could feel the heat radiating off of Draco's body and the pulse of Draco's blood through the thick vein on the side of Draco's neck. He could even feel the vibrations of Draco's moans.
Once Draco achieved orgasm, his wet dream ended and he fell so deep into sleep that he was dead to the world. His brain failed to process the fact what Harry was still doing to him.
When Harry finished, he spooned Draco for a bit, having turned his husband's limp body on his side. He thought at first that Draco was just out of it from being fucked so thoroughly; after all Draco had gone loopy from sex on their anniversary too. Then he realized that Draco had fallen back to sleep and mistook it as a good sign, thinking Draco had fallen asleep in his arms and that that meant Draco still loved him. He closed his eyes and fell asleep too.
Harry woke in the night to find himself naked and horny. Deciding another round was in order, he took Draco from behind, with Draco still lying on his side, meaning to wake Draco up with sex.
Draco woke up then. He hadn't eaten since tea with Pansy over twelve hours previously and then it had been only toast and ginger biscuits, so his head was foggy and he wasn't really processing what was happening. It felt good, so he let it happen, sticking out his arse to improve the angle. He felt pleasantly full and it sent exquisite tingles up his spine. He moaned loudly and turned over onto his stomach, to obtain some friction.
Draco's head was turned to the side, his eyes shining in the moonlight, and his lips pouting seductively as he gasped for breath. Harry leaned in and captured those plump lips in a fierce kiss. Draco responded to the kiss, molding his lips to Harry's and moaning into Harry's mouth. Draco's hands reached out on either side of his body, searching for Harry's arms. When Draco found them, he pulled them in under himself, encouraging Harry to wrap his arms around Draco's pliant body.
Harry held Draco's chest tightly to his own, feeling Draco's heart race under his fingers. Draco's hands were also underneath him and Harry falsely assumed they were on Draco's bits, but really they were instinctively cupped around Draco's expanding stomach, protecting something he didn't even know was there.
They came together. Harry was certain they were still one, because how else had they managed to cum together?
Harry closed his eyes and went back to sleep. Draco went to the loo, having only managed not to piss himself because his erection prevented it; his bladder that full. Then he climbed back into bed with Harry and went back to sleep, still light headed.
Author's Note: How do you think Draco should react when he wakes up this time? It always seems so sexy when someone wakes up their partner with sex, but the one time it happened to me, I couldn't wake up until like halfway through; did not turn out sexy at all.
Next chapter the topic of divorce will finally be discussed.
In other news, one of my other stories is coming to an end, which means, I get to start posting a new story (I'm one of those people who hate having too many stories in progress at one time). My new story is drama, romance, and adventure; Draco/Harry slash with mpreg of course! It'll have a war fought on a dragon reserve going on in the background, so there will be plenty of rampaging dragons and close calls, but it's mostly about Draco and his dragon mysticism religion. Draco is keeping secrets and Auror Harry is determined to uncover them in order to save Draco, by evacuating him from the war-zone. It's called Dragon Kissed and I just posted the first chapter!