Remus makes a face at Harry who has followed him out into the cold balcony and is holding his computer. "Harry, I cannot allow you to maul that poor boy. He's been through enough." Remus feels that he has failed to protect Draco, despite seeing what Narcissa was doing to him first hand. He cannot let an alpha who is Draco's chosen mate, go through with their wedding night. Even if that alpha is Harry because as Remus remembers from his wedding night, alphas have no control at such an occasion. Even loving, caring sex can be rough, and Draco doesn't need that tonight.

"Not mauling, making love," Harry isn't too fond of what he is asking here, but he has to convince Remus. "Just read all this, and if you still think I shouldn't make love to Draco, I will back off."

"What is this?" Remus has been crying again. He sniffles, letting Harry place his coat around his shoulders.

"Draco's medical record." Harry knows it's private information, and that this is a violation of Draco's privacy. However, it's necessary because if Draco goes back to the madhouse, his medical record will be added on to. Judging from Draco's clinical history, Narcissa has been escalating in her violent assaults against her son.

"Jesus," Remus looks ready to cry again.

"What happened yesterday," Harry shivers a little but doesn't show it because Remus will hand his coat back, "Is by no means an isolated occurrence. This isn't even the first time he had broken ribs."

"No, it is not." Remus cannot believe what he is reading. Some of the things Narcissa, and Lucius have done are beyond forgiveness. "How the hell did they not get caught?" Hurting omegas in any way shape or form is strictly outlawed. They are too weak to defend themselves against betas or alphas, even the tougher ones like Remus.

"They don't leave marks." Harry knows he has to be strong, or he will be out here crying just like Remus. He has to get Draco out of this situation. "And when they do, Draco won't testify."

"Yes he will," Remus wipes his nose on Harry's coat sleeve and then apologizes. "I will make sure of it."

"He had nowhere to go. Society made sure of it." Harry blinks away tears. "And his parents took advantage of that."

"From what Sirius told me," Remus cups Harry's face with his hand caringly, wiping away his tears, "This kind of crap runs in high-born families."

"No," Harry is sick of this social class crap. "They are bad people. Sirius is the best person we know, and he would never do this shit." Narcissa and Sirius are both Blacks, and yet one is Satan and the other is a saint.

"No," Remus smiles fondly, "He wouldn't," He says as his son closes his laptop lid. "Look, Harry…"

"I know," Harry is fully prepared to back off tonight should Remus say so.

"Just," Remus doesn't know how to say this. "No missionary. You will put weight on his ribs."

"Uh," Harry is too cold to blush, but he is still mortified. "You realize the other alternatives are worse, right?"

"Figure something out," Remus says quickly before he calls Sirius, and asks him to make hotel reservations for tonight.

"Your room is sad." Draco looks around at the boring little cozy man cave Harry has. "How into Star Wars are you?"

"Let's not talk about that." Harry is mortified. He hasn't had time to put away his collection.

"I am surprised that you don't have Star Wars sheets." Draco sits on Harry's bed, which has nice plain sheets, soft and cotton.

"Yeah," Harry is so thankful he got rid of his sheets and changed them to the boring ones Remus bought him recently. "I know it's not as nice as your room."

"No, it isn't." Draco scoffs, grabbing Harry's high school yearbook. His former room is as big as this house. It was a nice-looking prison, but Draco is thankful to be released.

"I am really glad you are here." He says as Draco finds the picture of Harry, Hermione, and Ron with the rest of the Honour Roll Club. "Jesus, Granger's hair. Oh lord. Holy frizz."

"It was cute," Harry says defensively.

"No," Draco says cattily, "Sweetie it wasn't."

"We need to talk." Harry takes the yearbook Draco is perusing through and places it back on the shelf.

"Are you breaking up with me?" Draco jokes as Harry helps him get up on the bed.

"You are never getting rid of me," Harry says seriously. "No, Draco. We have to have sex tonight." He says with resignation.

"Don't sound too eager," Draco frowns when he gets a whiff of the sheets. "These aren't yours. They don't smell like you. They don't smell like anything." His eyes widen, "You changed your Star Wars sheets."

"Yeah," Harry admits, "I changed my Star Wars sheets."

Draco is kind of disappointed. He thinks Harry smells nice and wanted to be in his bed with that comforting, safe scent wrapped around him. Maybe changing sheets was a good idea, because now both of their scents can mingle on the new sheets.

"Draco," Harry sits beside the omega on the bed, "I am sorry but…"

"Is having sex with me such a chore?" Draco sits up in bed, ignoring the sharp pain in his stomach at the swift movement.

"No," Harry shakes his head if anything, intimately being with Draco is extremely important to him. However, he doesn't want to hurt Draco. The omega has enough of that in his life already. Harry wants to protect him and make him happy.

"I can take it." Draco promises, "I am tough. Just fuck me."

"Why do you have to be so crass?" Harry doesn't let Draco pull him close. This omega isn't just some random person looking for an orgasm. It's Harry's mate and he deserves respect and kindness.

"Why do you have to be so weird?" Draco pouts when he fails to budge Harry from his spot on the edge of the bed. Draco has lost a lot of blood thanks to his mother and is too weak to make Harry do anything, who is an alpha at full strength. "Why does it have to be about making love with you?"

"Draco," Harry places his head in his hands. "If I don't mate with you, Lucius and Narcissa will come back for you, and I have no legal reason to keep you here."

"She is not coming back." He cannot speak for Lucius but considering Draco's statement is being processed by the police as they speak, Narcissa is going to prison. Attacking an omega is no small matter.

"But your father might." Harry looks up from his hands.

"Harry," Draco tries to get the alpha to sit in bed with him, and even succeeds in pulling Harry closer to him. "We are married. He can't do…" Draco doesn't say what exactly his parents have been doing because it will send Harry into a rage. If he kills Lucius, then Draco will be alone again, because Harry will go to prison for life. "Whatever it is he wanted to do."

"We have to consummate the marriage at the very least." Harry pulls Draco close and places a kiss in his hair.

"I must smell like the hospital." Draco elbows Harry to get up again. "Help me shower."

"Draco, I am not sure if that's a good idea." The new material for sutures is good but Harry knows they should not get water on or in that wound because there is a risk for infection.

"I am not letting you fuck me when I am all filthy." Draco holds up his hands.

"What is with you and fucking?" Harry carefully lifts Draco out of bed.

"I want you to fuck me," Draco takes a big breath as the pain hits him hard at the movement. "Is that so bad?" He holds up a hand when Harry tries to argue. "I want you to take complete control of my body, and if it hurts me, then so be it. That's one pain I want to feel."

"I…" Harry cannot believe he is with an omega who is not into vanilla sex considering the gender as a whole has a reputation for being submissive and weak. "I will do whatever you want…"

"I like where this is going," Draco smirks.

"When you are fully healed." Harry opens the bathroom door, "Until then, boring lovemaking it is."

"Hey," Draco forces Harry to slow down, "Take the necklace off and put it somewhere safe."

Harry ensures that Draco is safely leaning against the wall and removes the chain. "You like this, huh?" It's a chain his mother used to wear, gifted to him by his father. Harry always wondered if his omega would want it. Judging by how carefully Draco handles the chain, he seems to like it. Harry tries not to read too much into it. Maybe Draco likes the design, or his favourite stone happens to be emeralds. In reality, it pleases him to no end that his omega respectfully wears his mother's emeralds.

"It's nice." Draco doesn't want to tell Harry that the chain makes him feel safe, or that his biggest fear about yesterday's assault was that his mother would break the chain to hurt him. Thankfully she was too high to notice it or maybe she thought it was just a random set of jewels in his possession, and not his alpha's engagement gift to him.

"Well," Harry nuzzles Draco's hair again. "You look good in it."

"I look good in everything, Harry." Draco shudders when his spouse helps him remove the bunny pajamas. "Why is it so cold in here?"

"Remus, Sirius, and I tend to run cold and keep the heat off," Harry makes an apologetic face. "I will turn the heat on."

"You don't have to do that," Draco notices himself in the mirror. "Jesus, no wonder you don't want to sleep with me." He looks horrible, pale, and exhausted.

"What are you talking about?" Harry turns the water on. He wonders how he is going to help Draco shower without getting water in his wound. It's going to have to be a sponge bath.

"That," Draco looks at himself in the mirror, feeling disgusted. This is the first time his alpha is seeing him naked. He has a giant scar on his body, and his complexion is ashen pale. He is completely out of his element, without any fancy outfits to impress Harry. He is naked and Harry is seeing all of him for the first time.

"What?" Harry removes his shirt, "Look, Draco it's perfectly okay to not sleep with me, but a bath is a good idea." He tries not to focus on how beautiful his omega is. Draco is Harry's greatest fantasy. Considering they are true mates; Harry understands the logic behind it but how can he possibly find anyone this attractive? Draco is gorgeous, except for the scar on his abdomen which reminds Harry that he failed to defend his mate. Harry vows to find Narcissa when and if she gets out and murders her in cold blood. He is smart enough to get away with homicide and hide a body.

Draco blinks when he notices the biceps and the muscular definition, Harry has chiseled abs. "You did not look like this when I last saw you shirtless." Harry was a scrawny little guy.

"I have presented since then." Harry isn't self-conscious at all. If anything, he knows his body looks good and he is proud to show off his alpha strength to his mate. He needs his omega to know that he has a strong, virile alpha, especially since Harry pathetically failed to protect Draco yesterday. "Is it okay if I hop in first?" He runs the shower, making it ice cold because the sight of Draco is doing things to him.

"Those alpha hormones are no joke." Draco is mesmerized by Harry's thighs which glisten attractively under the water spray as Harry steps into the shower. "Jesus, you could be in Playgirl."

"Who the fuck reads that anymore?" Harry scoffs at the idea of posing in some magazine for omegas. He has no reason to look good to anyone but Draco. He hopes his mate notices that he is barely phased by the icy cold water. "I am pretty sure that magazine has been discontinued."

"It's an expression." Draco wants to put the pajamas back on but he has no strength. He resorts to looking through Harry's medicine cabinet. "Asthma?" He notices the inhaler.

Harry makes quick work of lathering himself with soap. "Yeah, before I presented. I was kind of sickly." Another reason why Harry was drawn to medicine. His health issues earlier in life led him to serve the sick and the needy. He is a natural caregiver and being a health care provider suits him.

"Harry," Draco suddenly remembers Narcissa trying to feed him suppressants and closes the medicine cabinet. "I am not on suppressants."

"I know." Even if Harry hadn't seen Draco's medical record, he can't smell it in the blonde's pure scent. "Do you want to be?"

Draco shudders at the thought of Narcissa and that mug full of liquor. "Do you want me to be?"

"It's your body," Harry says as he rinses the shampoo out of his hair and the rest of the soap. "Come on, it's your turn." He holds out his hands, helping Draco step into the shower.

"I need you to help me make that decision." Draco lets Harry wet a cloth and clean him.

"It has to be your decision." Harry avoids the wound, but massages Draco's lean muscles, admiring the way he shivers, and the way those rosy nipples harden. "I can't tell you what to do with your body.

Draco shudders, cold. He places a hand on Harry's shoulder. He cannot believe he has to spell it out for the dumb alpha. "Harry, if I get pregnant, I will need help raising your spawn. I hope you are ready to be a father."

Harry tries to think unsexy thoughts when he is on his knees to soap up Draco's legs and comes face to face with his cock, flaccid, yet beautiful like the rest of him. "I am ready to be a father." Harry has to think unsexy thoughts to control stop himself from taking Draco's length in his mouth. He doesn't even like giving head. He tried it exactly once before. Cedric loved it, and Harry hated every second of it.

"Just like that?" Draco doesn't notice the effect he is having on Harry.

Harry looks up at Draco, admiring the view. His mate is so beautiful. "I will support you, no matter what you decide to do."

"Harry," Draco sighs as Harry stands and turns him around to wash his back. "It's your sperm, you get to have a choice. You don't have to be a martyr twenty-four/seven. You are allowed to be selfish."

Harry's mouth is dry because Draco's ass is divine.

"What?" Draco tries to look back, but he cannot see Harry's expression. "Something wrong?"

"N-No," Harry stammers. "All good."

"So," Draco says as Harry resumes washing his back. "Children?"

Harry is now thinking of Ron and Hermione having intercourse. And Sirius and Remus, having sex in the bed next to his best friends having sex. It helps him control his arousal. "Draco, do you want to be on suppressants?"

Draco crosses his arms defensively. Narcissa would have put him on black market suppressants. Harry would never do that. Still. He doesn't want to take birth control pills. They have awful side effects. "No."

Draco never let himself imagine what it would be like to carry his alpha's children. Whenever he even thought about pregnancy, he knew that if he found his alpha, he would be forced to comply with his husband's will. Now that he has a choice, he kind of likes the idea of having Harry's children.

"Then we will use a condom," Harry assures, handing Draco the washcloth because he doesn't trust himself beyond washing Draco's arms and legs. Right now, he is trying not to imagine those long legs wrapped around his waist.

"What if I don't want you to use a condom?" Draco pouts when he has to finish washing. He remembers having sex as a beta. It was always a better sensation without a condom. Not that he trusted many girls without a condom because it was college, and everyone was a whore. Still, Draco wants to feel all of Harry.

"Then no condoms," Harry presses a kiss to the side of Draco's head before he starts shampooing his hair. "Is this shampoo okay?" Draco probably uses something pricey and better suited to blond hair. Harry is a brunet.

"No," Draco turns around, blinking a little shampoo out of his eyes. "Why don't you care about this?"

Harry cannot believe his ears. "Excuse me?"

"You don't care how I look," Draco has had a difficult week, and he needs Harry to show an interest in him. "You don't care if you knock me up. You don't care about protection."

Harry is a surgeon. Turning his emotions off is something that comes a little too naturally to him at this point. He effortlessly compartmentalizes all areas of his life, fitting them into neat little boxes in his head until he is ready to deal with them. However, this isn't just a thing he needs to deal with, it's a human being with who he has vowed to share his life. He has to be honest and speak from his dumb alpha hindbrain, and not his higher executive functions. "I find you incredibly attractive. I want to fuck you in every position possible. I would love to have children with you."

"Oh," Draco looks down and notices Harry's rather large penis, which isn't even hard at the sight of him.

"I am thinking about Ron pretty hard right now," Harry admits.

"What?" Draco makes a face.

"Just the thought of him turns my libido off." Harry carefully rinses the water out of Draco's hair. "He's a great guy but he is the human equivalent of an ice-cold shower to me." It's the side effect of thinking of someone as a brother. They are completely unsexy to Harry.

"This is supposed to be our wedding night." Draco doesn't bother feeling jealous because it's a Weasley. They are not very sexy. "I need you to think about me."

"You have serious internal trauma," Harry's expression turns grave. "I cannot let myself let my guard down, or I will hurt you even more." Not only is Harry strong, but he is also well-endowed. He cannot unleash his inner animal on his blond princess of a mate. Draco looks as if a swift wind would knock him over on a good day. This is not a good day.

"Fine," Draco says as Harry steps out and helps him exit the shower. "Make love to me." He says, his tone is incredibly sarcastic. "Do whatever it is you did to drive the Weasley girl away."

"She did move on pretty fast didn't she?" Harry sounds a little offended.

"You married some guy and are now about to make love to him." Draco reminds Harry who looks through his closet, "Please don't give me something your ex-girlfriend bought."

"Something Remus bought it is." Harry presents the pajamas his parents bought him for Christmas.

"Sweet Jesus," Draco looks at the monstrosity in Harry's hands. "I don't need those. I sleep naked anyway."

"Splendid." Harry smiles and drapes the pajamas for Draco to wear the next morning on his chair.

"We are going shopping," Draco announces as Harry doesn't bother redressing and crawls into bed next to Draco.

"Mhmm." Harry has had just about three hours of sleep in the past twenty-four hours. He is starting to feel the effects of sleep deprivation. He has work tomorrow so he better be fresh.

"Good night." Draco pulls the blanket over them. "You owe me a night of love-making, Harry."

Harry is dead asleep already.