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Eiona wasn't in her crib in the morning, so Cissy knocked on Harry's door, calling, "Harry?"

"Just a minute," Harry called, scrambling for his robes, which he quickly flung over his head. Once he was decent enough, he opened the door. "Yes Cissy?"

"Do you have Eiona? She's not in her crib."

"No…Where could see be? I left her in her crib!"

"Is Draco still asleep in there?"

"No…er, actually he slept in the other room."

"The storage room with no windows?"

"Yes…It's not all that bad. It was a real bedroom before we started piling things in there."

"Right, well I'll just check there for my granddaughter then," Cissy said, turning and walking away towards the other room.

Harry followed a few paces after, wanting to make sure the child was found. Sure enough, Eiona was sitting up in bed patting a still sleeping Draco and babbling.

Cissy retrieved Eiona and flooed to her house. That settled, Harry finished getting ready for work.

Draco woke up alone, which of itself wasn't that unusual. What was different was the gaping hole in his chest that felt like Harry had ripped out his heart and stomped on it. His eyes were red rimmed from crying and he couldn't stop the tears from falling again now that he was awake. He took a long bath and then cried himself to sleep in Harry's bed afterward.

During his lunch hour, Harry went to speak to a lawyer about drawing up divorce papers. He wanted to get the divorce over with as soon as possible, but unfortunately his lawyer informed him that there was a long process to go through, which typically took between three months and a year or longer, depending on whether both parties agreed or not. Harry thought it was a bit absurd that a divorce could take longer than his marriage had lasted. He left the office determined to convince Draco to accept the divorce and not drag it out.

After work, Harry stopped by Cissy's, to explain to her why he'd asked her son for a divorce. He'd assumed that Eiona would already be gone, because Draco should've already picked her up, but she was still there. He'd also assumed that Draco would've already informed Cissy about the divorce, but that assumption was wrong too, because she was clueless. Thus he was left with no choice but to tell the woman himself and try to convince her that it was for the best. After all, if there was anyone who could convince Draco not to fight it, it was Cissy.

"So, will you ask Draco not to fight this?" Harry asked, holding Eiona in his arms.

"No. I will have to talk to my son first and see what he has to say. I reject all of your arguments against him being the cause of the problems. I may, however, concede that it's in Draco's best interest to get away from you. You have proven yourself to be less than the caring husband I'd hoped you'd be. I am appalled by you Harry James Potter. Your mother and father, were they alive, would be ashamed of you today. I feel I must warn you, that if you hurt my son again—if he has so much as a scratch on him—you will have to deal with my wrath and it will not be pretty," Cissy replied harshly.

That seemed about the best he could do with his mother-in-law, so Harry decided to leave it at that and flooed home with his daughter. Draco was asleep still in Harry's bed when Harry arrived.

"What are you doing in here?" Harry asked, Eiona still in his arms.

"Huh?" Draco asked groggily.

"I said, what are you still doing in here? I think you should pack up your things and move back in with your mother."

"You can't mean that."

"I do and I can. I started the paperwork today. We are officially getting a divorce. I told your mother; she's expecting you."

Draco hadn't eaten anything all day, too depressed to think about food. His stomach lurched at the word, "paperwork," and heaved at the words, "officially," and "divorce." By the time Harry finished the sentence, Draco was puking into his hands and running towards the toilet. He emptied his stomach contents, which were composed solely of stomach acid, into the toilet and then continued to dry heave. It was the first time he'd thrown up since he gave birth to Eiona.

After setting Eiona down in her room, Harry following Draco into the toilets. "What's wrong with you now?" Harry asked exasperated.

Draco was in no state to answer, because he couldn't stop his heaving.

"Are you sick or something?" Harry asked.

Draco nodded into the bowl.

"Well go to your mum's and she'll take care of you. I'm tired of dealing with you. We're getting a divorce, so you're not my problem anymore."

Draco's stomach gave another harsh lurch at that and another tablespoon of stomach acid dribbled out. He spat it out in the bowl and whispered, "Please no."

"Right, so I'll pack you a bag and you will go to your mum's," Harry said, turning his back on Draco and going to do as he said.

Kreacher had a rare bit of lucidity at that moment and brought Draco a cup of anti-nausea tea and a small plate of biscuits and even toast. Draco took them gratefully, slumping down against the bathroom wall to eat and drink. Afterwards he felt sufficiently recovered to leave the loo. He found Harry in their bedroom, packing his things into a rucksack.

"Harry, you can't seriously mean you want a divorce. I love you and I thought you loved me too," Draco said, coming in and sitting on the bed.

"I loved you, but it wasn't enough. I'm not happy Draco," Harry replied, going to Draco's wardrobe and pulling out robes to shove into the rucksack.

"Can't we give it another try? For Ipheion's sake. I can't even remember what I did wrong." Draco looked up quickly, hoping to catch Harry's eye, but when he didn't, he looked back down at his hands in his lap.

"No, I tried to give us another try two nights ago and you didn't remember it."

"You didn't wake me up! I should be the one mad over that and you don't see me asking for a divorce, do you?"

"Why should you be mad?"

"You fucked me while I was asleep for Salazar's sake! I know you're a sex fiend, but you could at least wake me up! I would've given you what you wanted. I was upset with you, but I would've let you if you needed it that badly."

"I'm a sex fiend? Now it's my problem is it?"

Draco's stomach lurched again and he put his hand up to his mouth, but nothing came out. "Could you stop being so angry with me?" he pleaded.

"Right, because you're sick. I must watch what I say because poor Draco's a hypochondriac."

"I am sick. Something's really wrong with me. I've been sleeping all the time and tired when I wake up. I keep forgetting whole blocks of time and now I'm sick to my stomach. You're trying to divorce me because you don't want to deal with me when I'm sick."

"No, there is nothing wrong with you. You make yourself sick. Here, I packed some of your clothes. It will be enough for the night and you can send your elf for the rest in the morning," Harry said, thrusting the rucksack towards Draco.

"Please don't do this Harry, I'm begging you. I'll go tonight, if that's what you want, but please don't file for divorce. At least let me see a healer first. If healer Smith says I'm really sick then you have to believe me that this isn't my fault."

"If he actually finds something wrong with you and fixes it, I'll consider giving you another chance. Now please go before your mother comes after me."

Draco nodded. "Where's Eiona's bag?"

"She's not going. I'll drop her off at your mum's in the morning or she'll come and pick her up, like she usually does."

"You said I could take my baby with me. You s-said you wouldn't take her a-a-w-" sob, "way f-f-from m-me," Draco stuttered out through his suddenly pouring tears and sobs.

"But I didn't get to see her all day. You can have her in the morning."

"I didn't even get to h-hold her today." Draco finished the sentence with a huge uncontrollable sob, mucus dripping disgustingly out his nose.

Harry passed over a handkerchief, the only kind thing he'd done all night. "Fine, you can take her, but I want visitation in the evenings after I get home from work. You can have your little social calls in the evening and spend your mornings with Eiona if you want to see her so badly."

Draco nodded, snatched up his bag, and quickly went to the nursery before Harry changed his mind. He shoved a few things in the nappy bag somewhat randomly, grabbed up his daughter, and rushed to the floo in the drawing room. There was a fireplace in her room, but the only one connected to the floo network was in the drawing room. He was just about to throw in the floo powder when Harry called out, "Wait."

"Yes?" Draco asked hopefully. Had Harry changed his mind? Was he going to ask them to stay?

"Wait, I want to say farewell to Eiona," Harry said, holding out his arms for the child.

"You'll give her back?" Draco asked nervously.

"Yes, I'll give her back, even though I don't think you're a fit parent. Your mum is fit enough, so as long as you stay with her, you can keep Eiona."

Draco nodded and handed the toddler over. Harry kissed the blond curls on Eiona's head and promised her he'd see her tomorrow, before handing her back. Then Draco flooed to the Manor.

Cissy was there to wipe away the tears and tend to her son. She did the one thing Harry so often failed to do: she fed Draco a proper supper. She took care of her granddaughter and comforted her son. Through the tears, he told her everything that had happened and how Harry was leaving him. She cursed the idiot and told Draco he was better off without Potter, but he didn't believe her. He didn't know how he could ever be okay without Harry, because without his husband, his heart was breaking, shattering into a million pieces.

In the morning, Cissy scheduled an appointment for Draco with Healer Smith. She woke Draco in time for lunch, so that he had the afternoon to play with his daughter. Then when Harry came in the evening, she handed the toddler over, saying only, "You better bring my granddaughter back tonight before bedtime," and "I don't know how you sleep at night after what you've done to my son's heart."

Harry didn't really know what to say to that, so he nodded and left. He flooed to the Burrow, so that he could explain to his pseudo-parents what had happened. He wanted to tell them he was getting a divorce before they found out from the papers.

It was only Molly, Arthur, Hermione, and Ron for dinner that night, Ginny having gone out on a date. Ron was the most supportive, while Molly and Hermione ganged up on Harry, insisting that he needed to give Draco another try. They didn't seem to believe that Draco had made himself sick, instead assuming the best of the wizard and that Draco was legitimately ill.

Throughout the evening, Arthur was the quiet one, tending to Eiona while the others talked. He said only, "Harry, this is a very serious matter. You need to think long and hard before you come to a decision. There is a lovely little girl trapped in the middle of this. You owe it to her to make certain that this is what you want before you go through with it."

That was probably the best advice Harry got that night, because Molly and Hermione were so much on Draco's side that he couldn't even listen to their arguments. Why was it that all the women in his life were taking Draco's side? He'd even gotten a howler from Dromeda while at work, having apparently been informed of the situation by her sister.

Author's Note: I know a lot of you want to slap Harry silly right about now, but I don't see that happening just yet. Draco still isn't thinking straight and Cissy is too reserved. We'll have to wait until her mother Druella next encounters him :)

Draco's healer appointment is next and he will finally find out what's wrong with him…

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