Harry woke up a few hours later and went to work feeling happier than he had in a long time. If Draco wasn't having an affair and they still had passion in their bed, then maybe they could work through this? Maybe he could let Dobson come over during the day and clean, without getting rid of Kreacher. Kreacher had actually started a fire the night before and the kitchen ceiling had the scorch marks to prove it, so maybe it was time to bring in some help. Maybe then things would go back to normal with Draco.

Draco woke up naked that morning alone in his bed. His arse was sore and dripping with seamen. He wasn't yet awake enough to consider that, so instead he went down to the kitchen, where he found an actual breakfast waiting for him for once. He tried to sit down, but his bum hurt too much for that, so he stood and ate his eggs, bacon, and toast. It wasn't his ideal meal, because it was a bit greasy for his tastes, but he was just happy Harry had left it for him. He knew it was Harry's cooking, because it was Harry's favorite breakfast and lacking Kreacher's signature burnt edges.

With a large plate of food in his stomach, Draco began to think about just why his arse hurt so badly. There was a constant tingle in it, even when standing, as if he'd had rough sex last night. His hole was still leaking fluid into his knickers, further supporting the hypothesis that he'd had sex. He tried to remember last night, but all he could remember was taking a nap after Pansy left. He couldn't remember Harry or Eiona, the latter worrying him much more than the former.

Draco really hoped that it was at least Harry he'd had sex with, but finding his daughter was his top priority, so he apparated to the Manor. He found his mother, who assured him that Eiona was alright and that Harry had stopped by to ask her to watch their daughter. Not having seen his daughter at all the day before and hardly getting to spend time with her the last few days, he went to her now. He pulled her into his arms and told her how much he loved her and miraculously, the toddler stayed put for once.

Draco spent a few hours playing with his daughter, singing her children's songs and breaking out the finger paint. They had a lot of fun and it was all cleaned up by the Manor elves, who were neither too old nor too useless to work. They had a nice time together.

After a while Draco decided he really did need a bath. He stunk and his arse was sticky, still oozing into his knickers. He left Eiona with his mother and returned to Grimmauld Place to bathe, soaking his sore bum in the warm soapy water.

It was lying there in the bath that Draco began to think about what must've happened the night before. He'd been asleep and he had memories of a sex dream with Harry. In his dream too he'd been asleep, while Harry was fucking him, and he couldn't wake up. He decided that the dream must've been real. Harry had decided to fuck him while he was asleep, likely so that Harry wouldn't have to deal with him. Harry always wanted sex and didn't care how Draco felt, so he must've took it. The only question was, had Harry given him something to keep him asleep?

To find out, Draco decided to brew a few potions. First he brewed one to determine who the sperm had come from, using a sample from his soiled knickers. It was Harry's, just as Draco thought. That was both relieving and disconcerting. Relieving, because it meant he hadn't been raped by some stranger. Disconcerting, because it lent support to his dream. The only thing left to do was brew a potion to determine if there were any potions in his system, such as one that might render him unable to wake.

Draco was still at his cauldron when Harry came home. Harry didn't notice him at first, walking right by the closed door to the potion's lab when he went to check on Kreacher and dinner. Kreacher was asleep with his nose in a pan of chicken he was breading. It was already practically time for dinner, which meant that there was no way the chicken would be ready in time. Besides, the last thing Harry wanted was another fire.

"Kreacher, wake up!" Harry called.

"Sorry Master. Kreacher is very sorry," Kreacher muttered groggily.

"Scrap the chicken; I want sandwiches for supper. Cold cuts and cheese with veggies. From now on no more things that have to be cooked on the stove; I don't want any more fires."

"Yes Master. Right away Master," Kreacher said.

Then Harry went in search of Draco, but couldn't find him or Eiona. He figured Cissy still had the toddler, so he went to the Manor. Cissy did in fact still have Eiona and said Draco had spent the morning there with the child, which Harry found to be a pleasant surprise. Was Draco taking an interest in their daughter again? But if so, why hadn't he retrieved her in time for supper? Where was he now? Cissy insisted he'd gone back to Grimmauld Place, so maybe Harry had missed him or else Draco had lied to his mother about where he was going.

Having retrieved Eiona, Harry flooed home and found a spread of edible sandwiches courtesy of Kreacher on the table. He sat Eiona in her highchair and handed her one, cutting it into little toddler sized squares. Then he summoned the milk and made her a sippy cup, before sitting down to eat himself.

"Shall Kreacher summon Master Draco for supper?" Kreacher asked.

"Is he here then?" Harry asked.

"Yes. Master Draco has been in the potions lab all afternoon."

"Thanks Kreacher, but I'll fetch him myself. You keep an eye on Eiona," Harry said, getting up to see for himself just what Draco was brewing.

There were a number of potions they used on a regular basis that Draco could be brewing, any of which would please Harry. Draco hadn't brewed in a while and ever since Lucius had gotten sick, Harry had been buying potions to supplement Draco's reduced production. Brewing again showed effort and initiative on Draco's part, which his husband hadn't shown in months. And if it were something for Eiona, such as teething potion or baby fever reducer, then it would show an interest in their daughter too, which would please him even more.

But when Harry opened the door to the potions lab and recognized the potion brewing in Draco's cauldron, he knew it wasn't one of Draco's usuals. It was a potion Harry used at work with the Aurors when they needed to determine which potions were in someone's system.

"Why are you brewing that?" Harry asked.

"Er…" Draco replied, not knowing what to say. Should he tell Harry what he suspected? That would probably anger Harry and when Harry got angry, Draco tended not to remember what happened.

"Draco, answer me," Harry insisted.

"My bum hurts…" Draco said looking down at the cauldron, blushing.

"Then why not make a pain potion or an anal soothing potion?"

"Because I've been feeling weird and I wanted to make sure there wasn't something in my system."

"Weird how?"

"I don't remember the last three nights," Draco admitted softly, not making eye contact.

"You don't remember the last three nights?" Harry asked incredulously; how could Draco not remember them making love last night?

Draco nodded. "Ever since the night I hit my head."

"So you're overreacting over that bump on your head again. Why are you checking for potions? I thought you were playing up the pretend concussion route?"

"The spell said I didn't have a concussion. The medi-wizard said that even if I did, I should be fine by now. I just thought it was a good idea to check what's in my system."

"Why, because you think I drugged you?" Harry's tone was incredulous again.

"Or Kreacher," Draco added. Who knows what the elf put in his food.

"You are unbelievable Draco! You know what? I want you to finish making that potion and take it in front of me. I want to know what you've been taking. It better be some good shite to explain your behavior. I'm going back to have supper with our daughter. Join us if you like."

Harry turned and left. Draco was hungry, so he cast a stasis charm on his potion and joined his family for a relatively nice meal. They were quiet, all except Eiona, who was babbling nonstop, a few of her words even understandable.

After a couple of sandwiches, Draco went back to the lab and finished his potion. It was almost bedtime by the time it was done and he thought Harry might already be putting their daughter to bed, but Harry wasn't. Harry was playing with Eiona in her room, having cleaned up the mess for once.

"I finished it," Draco said nervously walking into the room.

"Okay, take it. Let's see what you're on," Harry replied, looking up from Eiona.

Draco took it and revealed that he didn't have any potions in his system.

"Unbelievable. There's nothing wrong with you. This is just another case of you overreacting. I swear you're a hypochondriac."

"I'm tired. I'm going to bed," Draco said stepping forward to give his daughter a kiss on the head and saying goodnight, before leaving the room.

Harry put Eiona to sleep and then went to his room, only to find Draco not there. He could've sworn his husband said he was going to bed and the fact that the wizard wasn't in their bed made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Thus he decided to go looking for Draco.

It didn't take Harry long to find Draco this time, having found his husband in the third place he looked: in Draco's old bedroom from when he'd first taken Draco in. It was more of a storage room now, piled high with boxes of stuff and no longer used baby items. There was barely a path to the bed, which was still half covered in a large pile of Eiona's old clothes.

"Draco! What are you doing in here?" Harry asked angrily, already knowing the answer. Draco wanted to sleep alone.

"Going to bed," Draco answered, sitting up.

"Why won't you sleep in my bed with me anymore?"

"Because I'm tired of not remembering what happened and waking up with things I can't explain."

"What things?"

"The bruise on my head and your sperm in my arse for two. I also don't know why you made me sleep on the floor the night before last."

"I didn't make you sleep on the floor. I put you in the bed with me and you crawled out. You got the bruise on your head when you bumped it while I was pulling you off of the ledge on the third floor balcony; you're very welcome for saving your life. And the sperm is from when we had sex last night, or don't you remember that either?"

"You know I don't. I was asleep."

"How could you possibly have been asleep? You were moaning and responding like you were awake."

"I had a wet dream, but I couldn't wake up. I tried, but I couldn't."

"What about the second time? I clearly saw your eyes open and you were definitely awake."

"I didn't know there was a second time…"

"Of course you don't. The one night we finally get things back on track and you don't remember it. You were asleep the whole time. Just when I think there might be something left of our marriage to save and it turns out to be nothing more than a dream.

"Why, because of the sex? Is that all our marriage is to you?"

"It seems that way."

They were both quiet for several minutes while Draco cried and Harry bucked up the courage to say what he had to say. Finally, when he couldn't bear the sound of Draco's sobs for another minute, he said, "Draco, I want a divorce."

"What?"

"Neither of us are happy. We'd be better off, the both of us, if we were apart. You can take Eiona to your mother's. I don't care what you do with yourself. I'm going to talk to a lawyer in the morning."

"No, you can't be serious."

"I am very serious Draco. It's over. Goodnight."

Harry turned and walked out the door heading to his bedroom, Draco following after. Once inside his room, Harry turned around and asked, "What Draco? It's late, what do you want now?"

"What about to death do us part? What about our marriage vows? What about when I promised to love you forever and you me?" Draco's pleading voice cracked towards the end, tears running down his face.

"We are too different. It could never have worked."

"But I love you." Draco fell to his knees in front of Harry.

"And I can't stand you. If you don't go back to your own room, I'm going to fetch your mum to deal with you."

"No, please Harry."

"Come on, back to bed with you," Harry said, leading Draco back into the other bedroom. Once there, he let go of Draco, pushing Draco's hands off his body. "Stay."

Harry left, but Draco didn't stay. Draco went to Eiona's room, where he fetched his daughter and brought her back to his room so that he had someone to cuddle. Eiona fussed a bit at being moved, but fell back to sleep quickly.

Author's Note: Next chapter Draco moves into the Manor and Harry goes to see a lawyer; I think it's the turning point in the story, after which Harry will begin to realize what an idiot he is.

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