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Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow P2 - HP Oneshot
Title: Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter.
Summary: Life after the war with painful and happy memories for Draco and Harry.
A/N: Flashbacks are in Italics
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rastaban43 and catmint_1984
Words: 12 100
PART 1
"I don't think I can come again tonight," Harry laughed lightly as he caught his breath. Draco nodded in agreement and pulled Harry to himself.
"What are you thinking about?" Draco asked when he saw Harry was staring at a spot on the wall. This was normally something he did when he was deep in thought.
"You know, if I had had the willpower to refuse Ginny, I wouldn't have Melinda. I tried to tell Ginny it wasn't a good idea, but she didn't listen. Being a seventeen-year-old boy, my rational thinking went down the drain pretty quickly. Melinda's probably the only reason I don't regret it."
"Are you saying that you regret sleeping with Ginny?" This was news to Draco.
"Without considering Melinda-Rose? Yes. I cared for Ginny and I liked her, but I didn't love her then. I don't even know if it would have eventually grown into love. I mean, I loved her, but I love the whole Weasley family. Then I fell in love with you, and I always wished you had been my first."
"You were my first."
"That makes me wish you had been mine even more. I just...she ambushed me. I had no way to escape and I caved in. Neither of us even thought to cast a contraception charm, but I'm happy we didn't. It wasn't easy during the war, but it was worth it."
"Gin? Hermione said you wanted to see me?" Harry asked as he walked into the sunlit bedroom. Ginny was nowhere in sight. Harry heard someone walk in behind him, and he turned around to find Ginny. She closed and locked the bedroom door quietly. "Hermione told me you –" He was cut off by her lips over his. Out of habit he kissed back but gently pushed her back a minute after. "Gin, what are you –"
"Hush, Harry," she told him before leaning up to kiss him again.
“Ginny,” Harry said sternly as he pulled away. “We’re not togeth –” Ginny hushed him again, so Harry stood there and let her kiss him although his participation was minimal.
“Please, Harry...”
“Gin, what is it you – Oh, Merlin!” He backed away when he felt her hand slide downwards. “Ginny, no! We can’t! You brothers would have my head! Forget them, your mum would...” The rest of his sentence was drowned out by a moan as Ginny’s hand grabbed him and refused to let go.
“Please, Harry, I need you. If only for a short while...” Harry took a deep breath. The rational part of his brain was losing but put up one last attempt.
“Ginny, this really isn’t a good idea,” Harry breathed out as the redhead nibbled at his neck and put her hand to use by stroking him through the fabric of his robes. Ginny stepped back and Harry thought he had won until Ginny let her robes fall to the floor. Harry's rational thinking came crashing down around him.
“Tut, tut, Potter. No control,” Draco joked after Harry had finished telling him what had happened.
“Baby, if I do this,” Harry said, dipping down to gently bite Draco’s neck, “and this,” he added as his hand brushed Draco’s returning erection, “how much control do you have? Especially if I stand naked before you?” he whispered in the blond’s ear.
“None whatsoever,” Draco admitted as his voice hitched from the ministrations.
* * *
Harry was in the kitchen making cookies with Melinda and Tinky when Draco came waltzing in – home early from work – with a smug look on his face. The occupants of the kitchen all smiled in greeting. Draco had kept his promise of more family time and had stopped working weekends and extra hours. He had even taken to coming home early once in a while.
“I don’t suppose you’ll be sharing those when they’re finished, will you?” Draco asked Melinda, giving her a hug from behind as she attempted to mix the stiff dough. She handed him the bowl with a big smile.
“Only if you help!” Draco smiled and finished mixing for her. It was only fair that he do some work also. A chocolate chip bounced off his forehead, and he raised an eyebrow at Harry, who was holding the bag.
“Trying to get your attention. I didn’t get a kiss yet. Melinda, sweetie, does Draco get any of our cookies if he doesn’t give Daddy a kiss hello?”
“Nope!” she said happily.
Draco smirked and passed the bowl of cookie batter to Tinky so she could mix a little more before he sauntered over to his lover and dipped him backwards. Melinda and Tinky giggled while Harry smiled. He put a hand up next to their lips to block the view from their impressionable daughter before swiping his tongue over Draco’s mouth like a kitten. The blond crashed their mouths together and eagerly explored Harry’s open and waiting one. When breathing became a necessity, Draco pulled back and gave Harry a smirk.
“You've been snacking on the chocolate chips.” Harry nodded and gave him a peck before Draco pulled him back up. Melinda was giggling as she licked the cookie dough off the wooden spoon while Tinky was busy putting small globs of cookie batter onto the cooking tray. She was shaking her head at her masters but still had a smile on her face. There was never a dull moment in the Malfoy-Potter household.
“Now that we’ve got cookies and greetings out of the way, I’m home for a reason,” Draco told Harry. “You and I have a meeting with the adoption agency. A young mother would like to meet us,” Draco told Harry as he watched his lover’s eyes light up with hope and happiness.
“Can I come? Pleeeease!” Melinda begged. “I’ll be really, really good!” she promised.
“Of course you can come, but you have to promise not to interrupt,” Harry told her seriously. She nodded fervently before running to her room to put on something clean.
“I have to go change as well. I’ll be down in a minute,” Harry told Draco. He pulled the other man in for a loving kiss. “I love you,” he whispered.
* * *
“I definitely think you would be good parents,” the young mother told Harry and Draco with a small smile. “It’s going to break my heart, but I want him to have a good home and be well provided for. I can’t give him that at the moment.”
“We promise to give him everything he needs and more,” Harry promised. He hoped she wouldn’t change her mind about choosing them.
“Tinky won’t let you spoil him, Daddy,” Melinda giggled.
“That’s Uncle Moony’s job, sweetie,” Harry said, smiling down at her.
“She’s simply adorable. It must have been hard for you,” the pregnant witch said, referring to the war.
“I had a lot of help,” he said, smiling lovingly at Draco. “I don’t think I could have done it alone.”
“Well, I think I’m ready to sign the papers. This won’t be as hard, knowing he’s going to a good home. Can I ask one thing, though?” she asked hopefully. Harry and Draco nodded. “When he’s born, can I...can I just say goodbye?”
“Of course you can,” Draco told her with a sincere smile. He knew that this must have been ripping her heart out.
* * *
When Harry stepped out of the fireplace, he was practically bouncing with joy. Needing to share the good news with someone, he immediately called for Tinky. The house elf arrived with a pop and smiled at seeing her master so happy. Draco and Melinda watched happily next to the fireplace.
"Tinky! We're going to have a baby boy!" he said happily before turning to Draco and Melinda. "I have to tell Moony and Molly and Hermione and –"
"Calm down, Harry," Draco laughed. Harry blushed and sat down on the couch. "Why don't we have everyone over tomorrow for dinner and tell them then?" Draco suggested. Harry nodded.
"We have to go shopping and pick out a name. We only have three months, baby. I still can't believe wizard pregnancies are only six months. I wouldn't have believed it had I not lived through it. So what should we call him?" Harry asked.
"Daddy! There's three whole months!" Melinda giggled. She thought it was funny seeing her father so excited.
"What sounds good with Malfoy-Potter?" Harry asked his daughter and boyfriend.
"How about we go have some of those cookies you two made before going for a fly until dinner?" Draco asked as he and Melinda pulled Harry to the kitchen without letting him answer.
After they had each eaten a few cookies, Melinda was sent to change into proper flying attire.
"You know, when you found out you were going to have Melinda, you had a completely different reaction."
"I was seventeen and we were in the middle of a war."
"Hermione, can I talk to you for a minute?" Harry asked his best friend worriedly. He had been noticing changes in Ginny's behaviour and was starting to suspect something. Hermione was the best person to go to in case he happened to be wrong.
"Sure, Harry, what is it?" she asked as she put her book down and turned her attention to him. He looked worried, and she didn't like that one bit.
"How's the medical training going?" he asked her. After much persuasion from Harry, he had convinced Hermione to take a medical role during the war instead of a battle one. With the Death Eater attacks and the final battle that was soon to come, St Mungo’s needed all the help they could get. She would still be doing something important to help, but she would be safe.
"It's going great, but I know that's not what you're here about."
"Have you noticed anything different about Ginny lately?" he asked. Hermione thought for a moment before shaking her head.
"Not that I know of. Why do you ask?" This was the hard part. He took a deep breath and expected the worst.
"Well, she's been wearing looser clothing lately, she eats more and a little weirdly, and I've heard her early in the morning, for the past few weeks, being sick." Harry chanced a glance at Hermione. "Oh, come on, 'Mione! Don't make me say it!"
"When did this happen?"
"Three months ago."
"Bloody hell, Harry! If she is pregnant she's already halfway through!"
"I said three, Hermione, not five."
"Harry, wizarding pregnancies only last six months. We have to find out now." Hermione took her wand and dragged Harry out of her room and outside to where Ginny was playing chess with Draco. Hermione marched right up to the youngest Weasley and pointed her wand at her. A thin purple beam hit Ginny's stomach, and she whipped around to see where it came from.
"Hermione, what is that?!" The four teens shifted their gaze to the beam of light that floated in the air making the shape of a three. Harry kicked an empty bucket angrily, Draco looked at Harry shocked, and Ginny looked at the number with tears in her eyes. Hermione stopped the spell.
"Why aren't you showing, Ginny?"
“I…I…” Draco turned his gaze to Ginny before realisation hit him.
"Ginny, did you put a concealment charm on a baby?! Do you know how dangerous that is! That can alter the baby's growth!" he snapped as he took out his own wand and pointed it at Ginny. "Finite Incantatem!" The spell hit her stomach, and it grew out. Harry was taking deep breaths to calm himself. Ginny turned to him, fearing his reaction.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
"Don't be. I had as much a part in this as you did. I shouldn't have let it happen, especially without taking precautions. I'm contacting Madam Pomfrey first thing tomorrow and you – we – are telling your parents tonight. You are also forbidden to take any part in this war lest you harm the baby, and not one word is to be whispered outside of the family that this is my child. If Voldemort finds out, he'll use it as a way to get to me."
"You can't tell me what to do!" she shouted outraged.
"Watch me," Harry hissed dangerously. "I'll lock you up somewhere if I have to. Do you hear me?" Ginny nodded. "When your father gets home tonight, we'll tell him and Molly. You can let the others know tomorrow. Apart from Draco, Remus and Hermione, the only ones that will know who the father is must have the surname Weasley."
"We'll give you some time alone, Harry," Hermione told him, putting an arm around Ginny's shaking shoulder and leading her back to the house. Draco made to follow them but was stopped.
"Can't I do anything right, Draco?" Harry asked as he sat down and leaned against a tree. Draco sat down next to him.
"What's done is done. Now you have to find a way to deal with it, but I'll help. We all will."
"Thanks. I need a drink," he complained. Draco took his wand out again and conjured a bottle of Firewhiskey.
"Drink away. I'll cast a sobering charm on you when you're done." Harry smiled and took a sip.
A bottle and a half later, Harry was giggling and asking Draco question after question.
"Why you don’ got a girlfriend?" Harry asked. In his drunken mind he didn't recall ever seeing the blond in a relationship, and it seemed he was right. He could only recall Pansy Parkinson who had followed him around like a dog.
"Because I'm gay."
"Ohhh, I sheee. Mmmm 's Ron hot?"
"He doesn't appeal to me."
“Errr, Bill?"
"He's cool but still not my type, nor age, for that matter."
"Crabbe an’ Goyle?" Harry asked before laughing uncontrollably. Draco turned a slight shade of green.
"Now Iknow you're drunk off your arse."
"Hmmm, what about...errr...me?"
"Now we're getting somewhere."
"Yesh, I’s hot," Harry said as he giggled like a schoolgirl. "Whaz it like to kiss boys?"
"I don't know. The same as a girl, I guess. I've never kissed a girl, so I can't really compare the two."
"I never kiss a boy. Only girl. Two girl. Cho s’not good. Cry too much. Maybe I's trying boy when old Voldie…hiccup…snuff it. Might like it. Muz be fun f’you like," Harry said as he continued rambling on incoherently. "You're prettyyyy," Harry cooed out of the blue.
"In the state you're in, you would say the same about Hagrid," Draco pointed out. Harry pulled a face that Draco thought to be very cute. Suddenly Harry put down the-half-empty bottle of liquor and got onto his knees, facing Draco. He studied his old enemy’s face before planting his lips firmly on those of the boy in front of him. He paused for a moment, as if assessing the situation before continuing. Draco opened his mouth and Harry's tongue darted in immediately. Draco could taste the Firewhiskey clearly. He found Harry to be a good kisser while drunk and could only imagine how good he must be sober. No wonder Ginny wanted him so badly, he thought as he slipped a hand around the back of Harry's head.
Without breaking the kiss, Harry moved – knocking the bottle down as he went – so that he was straddling Draco's lap. The blond brought his hands from Harry's wild hair to his waist, and Harry draped his arms around the other’s slim neck. We’ll have to do this more often, Draco thought to himself as he smirked into the kiss.
“You got so drunk,” Draco laughed.
“Yes, well, that was a good thing in the end. What’s taking Melinda so long?” Harry wondered.
“She’s a clever girl. She’s probably giving us a little time together before she comes down,” Draco smiled innocently. The smile earned him a raised eyebrow from Harry. “Oh, alright! I asked her to clean her room before she comes down. Considering her room's a mess, I figured it would give us a little…time.”
“And what did you have in mind?” Harry asked as his body clearly started shouting what he hoped and knew his blond beauty had in mind. Draco took Harry’s hand and led him out of the kitchen towards his office. Inside, he closed the door and manoeuvred Harry so that his back was leaning on the shut and locked door.
With a flick of Draco’s wand, Harry’s robe was in a heap on the floor. Draco dropped his wand on top of the discarded robe and kissed Harry as he worked the button and zipper on Harry’s trousers.
“This is for you, so just stand and enjoy,” Draco told his lover before gently dropping to his knees in front of Harry’s full erection. He teasingly ran his tongue over the dripping head, making Harry moan. The black-haired man leaned his head back to rest on the door behind him and left Draco to work his magic as he tangled his fingers in the silky blond hair.
After Draco's talented mouth and tongue sucked, nipped and licked Harry's length, Harry thrust into the hot mouth one last time before he came deep inside his lover's throat with a cry of pleasure. Draco swallowed every drop and sucked Harry dry before letting Harry out of his mouth. He redid Harry's trousers and stood up to give the panting man a tight hug.
"Love you, baby," Harry hissed into Draco's neck.
"Love you too, Harry."
After allowing the Boy Who Lived a few minutes to calm himself and come down from his high, Harry and Draco stepped out of the office and made their way to the living room right across the hall to find Melinda on the couch with a picture book.
"Daddy, why did you yell at Draco?" she asked innocently. Harry blushed. She thought they had been fighting. They didn't fight often, but when they did, Melinda hated it and was quick to try her best to fix the problem. They would normally apologise to her and discuss the problem in private later on.
"It was nothing, sweetie. I just did something that's all," Draco assured her. Harry blushed some more, especially after Tinky walked in with a knowing grin on her face as she started fluffing up couch cushions. Whoever said house elves were stupid?
Melinda nodded and the three headed out to their small but efficient Quidditch pitch. While looking for a house to buy together after the war, Harry and Draco had both agreed that they wanted it to be a decent-sized house. Nothing as big and fancy as a manor, but the grounds had to be big enough to conceal a small Quidditch pitch. They had found the perfect house not too far away from The Burrow.
* * *
“You have fun with Uncle Moony, sweetie, and we’ll see you tomorrow,” Harry told his little girl, giving her a hug. While Draco said goodbye to Melinda-Rose, Harry took the opportunity to give his surrogate father a hug.
“I love you, you know that, right?” Harry told him as he held on tightly.
“I do know that and I love you too, but I’m not going anywhere for a long time.”
“It’s just…I know it’s been over three years since the war ended, but I’ll never get over losing loved ones without saying goodbye or telling them how I feel. That’s why I say it whenever I can now. Especially today…”
“That was four years ago, Harry, and I came back safely.”
“Only because Tonks loved you so much that she spent all day and night looking for you. We all did. I looked and looked and it was killing me that I couldn’t find you.” At the mention of Nymphadora, Harry and Remus shared a small moment of silence. She had been one of the many heroes of the war to pass on.
“Look on the bright side, she did find me and it finally knocked some sense into you. If I recall correctly, you told me – and I quote – ‘It was the best shag of my life!’ Then you blushed, horrified that I had tricked you into spilling the information, and I pointed out he was only your second shag.” Harry laughed and smacked the old werewolf playfully on the arm.
“Uncle Moony’s teasing Daddy, Draco!” Melinda laughed and ran to Remus for a hug.
“Yes, I am. You ready to go, sweetie? I promised your Uncle Fred we would come visit him at the shop tomorrow. He has a surprise for you. And guess what Grandma Molly brought over for you?"
“Fudge!”
“Remus, I hope you know she’s going to be a handful if fudge and Fred are part of your plans,” Draco chuckled. He knew Remus loved having her over and always had her favourite things planned.
“Oh, I know, and we’re going to have a blast. Have fun, boys, this is your anniversary, after all,” he added with a wink to Harry, who blushed. Laughing, the old man shrank Melinda’s overnight bag before he stepped into the fireplace holding her tightly and Flooed away.
“Well, you heard him. It’s our anniversary and I plan to keep you busy all…night…long,” the blond whispered against Harry’s lips. Harry smiled and they shared a sweet kiss before Harry pulled away.
“Dinner first. Tinky said she made all our favourites along with dessert that I requested for later,” Harry added with a kiss before pulling back completely and taking Draco’s hand, leading him to the dining room.
Tinky had set up the big dining room nicely with flowers and candles for dim lighting. The couple ate dinner in silence looking into each other’s eyes every so often. Both were replaying special memories in their minds. Harry replayed the faithful afternoon where Remus was brought back to him and he let his feelings for Draco come out.
Harry Apparated outside the wards of The Burrow and ran as fast as he could down the path. Barrelling into the kitchen and startling Hermione, Arthur and Molly, Harry wasted no time in giving them the good news.
“They found Remus! He’s going to be okay!” Molly rushed out of her seat, tears in her eyes, and hugged Harry. Hermione followed suit.
“That’s wonderful!” the bushy-haired witch cried.
“Where are Draco and Melinda?” Harry asked.
“They’re upstairs.” Harry smiled and ran up the stairs. Running into his and Draco’s room – Percy's old room – Harry froze when Melinda was nowhere to be seen.
“She’s taking a nap,” Draco reassured the worried father. Harry’s body visibly relaxed. “I heard you yell. I was just coming down to see you.”
“He’s going to be okay. I was so worried, Draco I…I hadn’t got to say goodbye or tell him one last time how much I love him,” Harry said sadly before his face became determined. “But now that he’s going to be okay I can tell him. From now on I will make sure the people I love and care about know it starting with you.” Draco was startled.
“With…with me?”
“We used to be enemies and when you came to the Light we became friends and I started to care for you. I do care for you. I’m hoping you’ll give me a chance to show you how much. I know there’s a war going on and that I have a child, not to mention that you would be in greater danger, but –” Whatever he had planned on saying next was cut short by Draco’s lips over his.
“Stupid Gryffindor! Of course I want more and I don’t care about the danger. No one is safe anymore. As for Melinda, you know I love her to bits.”
“Draco, I want you to think about this. If you want to wait until after the war –”
“Potter, shut up! I don’t want to wait, and I don’t want to think about it. I know what I want.”
“I just –”
“Bloody hell, Harry! I would do anything for you or that little girl! Do you honestly think I want to waste another minute without you?”
“You would?” Harry asked shyly.
“Of course I would, damn it! I love you!” he shouted, surprising even himself by saying it out loud. He was getting aggravated at Harry refusal to believe that someone could want him and take risks for him like he did with everyone else. “I’ve fallen in love with you and I fall harder and harder everyday. That kiss after my uncle tried to take Melinda, it held so much and we’ve been ignoring it ever since. I don’t want to ignore it anymore. I can’t ignore it anymore. I want to be able to hold you at night and kiss you goodbye when you leave on Order business. I want to be able to tell you I love you so that you know how much you mean to me in case something happens to either of us. I love you, Harry,” Draco finished in a whisper.
Harry couldn’t take it anymore. He launched himself forward onto the blond in front of him knocking him back onto his bed. Draco pulled Harry down along with him and their lips were crashed together in a strong, heated kiss. Never breaking the kiss, they made their way up the bed to get more comfortable. Needing to breathe, Harry pulled out of the kiss and looked into beautiful grey eyes as he smiled softly.
“Take me, Harry. Make me yours,” Draco whispered softly. Harry ran the back of his fingers over Draco’s pale cheek as he studied the face before him. He gave the man next to him a kiss before getting off the bed to close and lock the door. He cast a silencing spell on the room and pulled his shirt off over his head, throwing it aside as he walked back to the bed, eyes focused on Draco, who lay still, waiting. Climbing back over to the blond, Harry’s body hovered over the one beneath him before he dropped his head down to gently attack the soft, pale neck. Straddling Draco’s legs, Harry pulled him up into a sitting position and relieved Draco of his shirt, letting it fall to the floor.
“You’ll have to guide me. I don’t really know what I’m doing and I don’t know if I’ll be any good,” Harry told him honestly, as he became shy.
“I haven’t done this before either, but I know we’ll both be perfect,” Draco assured him. To him, anything Harry did was perfect and as long as it was done with love, he knew it would be amazing. Harry nodded and gently pushed Draco back down. Starting at the blond’s neck, Harry dropped a trail of light, wet kisses down his chest and stomach, stopping at his navel. He paused to undo the blond’s trousers and Draco lifted his hips to allow Harry to remove any clothing that remained. Clothes taken care of, Harry went back to dropping kisses on Draco’s stomach and each of his prominent hipbones before trailing more kisses back up.
“You tease!” Harry just smirked and kept going.
“You love me anyway, Dray.” Draco nodded and kissed him. He gasped when Harry gently ran the tips of his short fingernails up his length. The young father smiled into the kiss and wrapped his fingers around Draco’s erection and began to gently stroke. Harry watched the pleasure build in those beautiful, grey eyes before Draco released himself onto Harry’s hand. Harry kept pumping until Draco was completely spent.
“Mmm. That felt good,” Draco mumbled into Harry’s neck.
“I figured I’d start with something I know.”
“What happened to Gryffindor courage?” Draco teased.
“Out of the window. You’re too important to disappoint.”
“That’s nice, but you’re wearing far too many clothes,” Draco smirked as he lightly ran his fingers over Harry’s toned stomach and down to his trousers where he easily unfastened the button. Harry quickly got the message and divested himself of the rest of his clothes.
The next kiss began as a slow, teasing kiss and grew more passionate and aggressive in a short amount of time. Draco was rapidly growing hard again and desperately wanted to feel the man he loved inside him. He reached onto the night table behind him, feeling around for his wand. Grasping the wooden stick, he conjured a slippery substance into the palm of Harry's hand and put his wand back onto the nightstand. He spread the lube onto Harry's fingers and guided the slick hand between his thighs. The Gryffindor let Draco guide him without hesitation.
"Unless you want to pay me back for being the biggest prat back in school, you'll have to prepare me. I do deserve the pain after all the things I did, but I ask you to take pity on me and be gentle for my first time."
"I could never hurt you. Besides, I wasn't a saint either. I could have just ignored you."
"I'm too irresistible to ignore," the Slytherin said proudly. That he was.
Harry slipped a finger in and Draco closed his eyes, letting the feeling wash over him. When he was ready, he let Harry add a second digit, followed by a third. He winced slightly from a twinge of pain as the third finger was inserted and Harry gave him a moment to adjust. Draco relaxed and allowed the muscle to be stretched. As Harry removed his hand, Draco made a noise of protest, feeling empty inside at the loss of contact, but let Harry roll him onto his back. Harry balanced his weight out to avoid crushing the lithe body under him as Draco wrapped his slim legs around Harry's waist and ran his hands over his arms and back.
He felt a slight pressure at his opening and pushed up to let Harry know it was okay. He was slowly filled and smiled as the feeling of loss disappeared. Harry slowed when he was in completely and only started to gently thrust in and out again when he was told it was okay.
"Don't worry, baby, you won't hurt me," Draco assured him. Harry dipped his head down for a kiss as he increased his pace and force. It wasn't long before Draco started meeting his thrusts. When Harry hit his sweet spot, Draco cried out and begged him to hit it again. Harry slammed in at the same angle and was rewarded with another cry of pleasure. He made sure to hit it with every following thrust.
"I'm close, Draco," Harry panted in warning. With one final thrust, Harry came, followed by his blond beauty. When both were spent, Harry gently put all his weight on Draco. The blond held him tight as they caught their breath.
"That was amazing," Draco said with a smile as he cuddled into Harry after he had pulled out and lay next to Draco.
"It was. I love you," Harry whispered before they soon fell asleep for a short rest.
* * *
“Can we take things to the bedroom now or do I have to take you right here on the table?” Draco asked hopefully when they were done eating.
“Not yet. I have something else planned before that,” Harry told him as he stood up and walked to Draco’s side of the table and took his hand. Without a word, he silently led Draco to their Apparition room.
“Hold my hand. I’m going to Side-Along Apparate us to where we’re going. I know you’re going to love it.” Draco gripped Harry’s hand more tightly and closed his eyes as if he feared being lost on the way and waited for Harry to Apparate them. In a short moment, Draco found himself gone from the quiet atmosphere of his home to an open, outside area with the sound of water around him. He opened his eyes and saw that they were on a beach. A sliver of sun was starting to rise in the distance. He looked over to the left and saw a big blanket set on the ground with magical candles lit all around it. He suspected the blanket was charmed to stay put since the warm breeze wasn’t disturbing it.
“Where are we?” Draco asked amazed. It was beautiful and they were alone.
“Wizarding island in Malibu. It’s used by the Ministry for events, parties and stuff like that, but when it’s not in use they rent it out. It’s ours for the next few hours. I was hoping we could take a walk by the water.” Draco agreed and both young men took off their shoes and socks and rolled up their trousers. Draco entwined his fingers with Harry's and they set off for a short walk in the shallow water. Draco hadn't been to the beach in years and it was nice to be able to come again. Being there right before sunrise with Harry was even better.
"It's beautiful here. I want to come back with the kids one day. Maybe even have a reunion of sorts with everyone. It would be nice to have everyone and their families together. How much did it cost to rent?"
"The arseholes wouldn't let me pay," Harry snarled. He hated the fact that people always tripped over themselves to please him and give him what he wanted. "I told them in that case I would add the amount it would normally have cost to rent the island on our yearly donation to St Mungo’s Magical Research. They said it was very nice of me."
"You're a hero, Harry. You saved thousands of lives. That's not something people will forget. You'll have to get used to it. Look on the bright side; at least the reporters don't go looking for you anymore. They just snap a picture when they happen to see you somewhere."
"People thanking me for ridding them of Voldemort doesn't bother me. What bothers me is the constant privileges and 'fan mail' with rubbish in it like marriage proposals and bad stuff about you. Did I ever tell you about the wizard stripper who sent me his picture and said he could give me ten times more pleasure than you? Tinky was ready to take me to St Mungo’s."
"It's nice to know you're happy with me. I always wondered about that," Draco teased.
"I love you too much to go anywhere. And he was nowhere near as good-looking as you are. No one's more perfect than my baby is. I wonder if the Ministry would pass the marriage law if I asked them to," Harry pondered. It had never occurred to him. He didn't like that he got whatever he asked for, but since things wouldn't change there was no point in fighting it. It was no secret that he was gay, so if he expressed the wish to marry maybe he would get it.
"Well, since we're on the subject," Draco started as he stopped walking and turned to face Harry, "You weren't the only one with something planned for tonight." Draco dug into his back pocket and pulled out a small box covered in soft, black velvet and opened it to face Harry. Harry stared into the ring box at a gold ring in the shape of a snake with ruby eyes and tongue. His eyes started to tear up as he stared at the beautiful ring. He looked up at Draco and saw the blond was biting his lip as if worried.
"When did you plan this?" he whispered.
"Two months ago. The day after we signed the adoption papers. I went to the jeweller’s and had it made."
"You're nervous. Why are you nervous?" Harry asked.
"Well, I know we always say we want to get married if they pass the law, but we never made it official. I just...I don't know why I'm nervous," Draco laughed. "I guess it's more a happy kind of nervous. This is as close to official as we can get right now. They may be able to stop us from getting married but we can still get engaged. I want you to have more than just words. I wanted to ask you properly. You and Melinda mean the world to me, Harry. You make me a better person and I don't think I could live without you. If I lost you tomorrow, I would die. I wouldn't have a reason to wake up in the morning or a reason to come home at night. I've devoted the last four years of my life to making you happy and I plan on doing just that for as long as I live. Harry James Potter, will you marry me?" Harry was openly crying with joy as he threw himself onto the blond and hugged him tight.
"Yes, Draco! Yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes! I love you so much!" He let go and allowed Draco to slide the ring onto his finger before they kissed as the sun continued to rise and sparkle over the water. Judging that the walk back to their blanket would be too long, Harry Apparated them to the centre of it and wandlessly spelled their clothes off, letting them land in a pile on the other side of the circle of candles. Draco felt the breeze on his skin and looked down.
"In a hurry?" he asked against Harry's lips.
"Yes," Harry hissed. He gently pulled Draco down to lie on the blanket.
* * *
Draco smiled as he held Harry and watched him admire the gold band on his ring finger. Harry had a silly smile on his face and it melted Draco's heart.
“You like it?”
“I love it but after what you said I would have loved anything you gave me. Did you design it?”
“I told them what I wanted and they designed it. It was made with the purest gold and the best rubies. You deserve nothing but the best. I even mixed Gryffindor and Slytherin for you,” he teased. Harry smiled and studied the ring some more.
“When we get married, I want to get married here. Both the wedding and the reception.”
“Anything for the bride.”
“Prat. Next thing I know you’ll have me wearing a wedding dress.”
“Never but you’ll have to decide: Muggle or Wizard. Muggle wedding will have Muggle attire as for Wizard we’ll have robes. The guests dress accordingly. Like Hermione and Seamus went Muggle-style.”
“I want Wizard style but I don’t want dress robes like we had for the Yule Ball back in fourth year. I want nice plain robes.”
“Then that’s what you’ll get. Now, didn’t you say you had something else planned? Merlin knows I could stay here forever but this sun is bloody hot. How do people live here?” Harry shrugged and they both stood up. With another wave of his wand hand, Harry banished the candles, blanket and…
“Erm, Harry, you banished our clothes,” Draco told him uncomfortably.
“Everything was sent home and that’s where we’re going,” Harry told him before taking Draco’s hand. Draco opened his eyes when his feet hit solid ground again and saw they were in their room standing in front of their closed bathroom door. Harry opened the door and Draco heard soft music playing before he saw the bathroom itself. Again the lighting was low and there were red, white and pink rose petals scattered around the edge of the big bath that was filled with hot water. Draco smelt the air and noticed his favourite calming potion was in the bath. He smiled as Harry nudged him forward towards the bath and held Harry’s hand as he got in before helping Harry in after him. When Harry gently guided him to sit, straddled his lap and summoned a tray of fresh fruit and melted chocolate, Draco knew he was in for a long but nice night.
* * *
"HE'S COMING! HE'S COMING!" Melinda shouted as she ran down the hall and into her parents’ bedroom. Harry and Draco just had time to pull out of their heated snog before their little girl landed between them in a pile on the bed. She took a deep breath before talking. "A head in the fire says the baby's coming! " Harry and Draco looked at each other wide eyed before clambering out of bed – followed closely by Melinda – and running through the halls of their home as they hastily tried to fix their clothes and hair. The three Malfoy-Potters burst into the Apparition room and headed to the fireplace used for anyone who wasn't considered family. Kneeling next to the fire, they greeted the agency clerk.
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, as I was telling little Melinda-Rose, Miss Robertson was brought to St Mungo's half an hour ago."
"We'll be right there," Harry told him. The head disappeared and the Malfoy-Potter family departed for the hospital.
* * *
Harry was near tears as he watched the young mother give her newborn son a kiss on the forehead goodbye before delicately handing the young child back the mediwizard.
"Take good care of him," she told them before turning her head to face the other way and letting a sob escape. The young nurse by her bed rushed over to comfort her as best she could while the mediwizard escorted Harry, Draco and Melinda out of the room. After spending a few moments with their little boy, Harry and Draco handed him back to the mediwizard and Melinda waved to her little brother as the man walked into the nursery. The family couldn't wait to be able to take him home.
"Mr. Malfoy?" a nurse asked. Harry and Draco both turned around before Harry realised he had just responded to the name. He smiled at Draco.
"Un jour, Harry. One day," he whispered before turning his attention to the nurse.
"We need a name for the baby to put on the certificate, and we will also need your signatures," she told them. They nodded and followed her to the front desk. She handed them the parchment along with a self-replenishing quill. Draco signed before handing the quill and sheet to Harry. He signed his name and filled out the space used for the child's name and handed it back to the young nurse.
"Desmond Malfoy-Potter," she read. "It's a beautiful name," she said, smiling.
Noticing that the paperwork was finished, Melinda grabbed both her parents’ hands and led them to the window of the nursery, where she stuck her face against the glass to look at her little brother. Draco wrapped his arms around Harry and rested his chin on his lover's strong shoulder as they watched their little baby boy sleep.
"He's going to be a Slytherin," Draco whispered.
"You wish!" Harry whispered back before they both silently chuckled. Whatever house he was sorted into didn't matter. It was a long way ahead anyway. Yesterday was past, today was wonderful, and they could only hope that tomorrow would be even better.
End
May 2006
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter.
Summary: Life after the war with painful and happy memories for Draco and Harry.
A/N: Flashbacks are in Italics
Betas:
rastaban43 and catmint_1984Words: 12 100
PART 1
"I don't think I can come again tonight," Harry laughed lightly as he caught his breath. Draco nodded in agreement and pulled Harry to himself.
"What are you thinking about?" Draco asked when he saw Harry was staring at a spot on the wall. This was normally something he did when he was deep in thought.
"You know, if I had had the willpower to refuse Ginny, I wouldn't have Melinda. I tried to tell Ginny it wasn't a good idea, but she didn't listen. Being a seventeen-year-old boy, my rational thinking went down the drain pretty quickly. Melinda's probably the only reason I don't regret it."
"Are you saying that you regret sleeping with Ginny?" This was news to Draco.
"Without considering Melinda-Rose? Yes. I cared for Ginny and I liked her, but I didn't love her then. I don't even know if it would have eventually grown into love. I mean, I loved her, but I love the whole Weasley family. Then I fell in love with you, and I always wished you had been my first."
"You were my first."
"That makes me wish you had been mine even more. I just...she ambushed me. I had no way to escape and I caved in. Neither of us even thought to cast a contraception charm, but I'm happy we didn't. It wasn't easy during the war, but it was worth it."
"Gin? Hermione said you wanted to see me?" Harry asked as he walked into the sunlit bedroom. Ginny was nowhere in sight. Harry heard someone walk in behind him, and he turned around to find Ginny. She closed and locked the bedroom door quietly. "Hermione told me you –" He was cut off by her lips over his. Out of habit he kissed back but gently pushed her back a minute after. "Gin, what are you –"
"Hush, Harry," she told him before leaning up to kiss him again.
“Ginny,” Harry said sternly as he pulled away. “We’re not togeth –” Ginny hushed him again, so Harry stood there and let her kiss him although his participation was minimal.
“Please, Harry...”
“Gin, what is it you – Oh, Merlin!” He backed away when he felt her hand slide downwards. “Ginny, no! We can’t! You brothers would have my head! Forget them, your mum would...” The rest of his sentence was drowned out by a moan as Ginny’s hand grabbed him and refused to let go.
“Please, Harry, I need you. If only for a short while...” Harry took a deep breath. The rational part of his brain was losing but put up one last attempt.
“Ginny, this really isn’t a good idea,” Harry breathed out as the redhead nibbled at his neck and put her hand to use by stroking him through the fabric of his robes. Ginny stepped back and Harry thought he had won until Ginny let her robes fall to the floor. Harry's rational thinking came crashing down around him.
“Tut, tut, Potter. No control,” Draco joked after Harry had finished telling him what had happened.
“Baby, if I do this,” Harry said, dipping down to gently bite Draco’s neck, “and this,” he added as his hand brushed Draco’s returning erection, “how much control do you have? Especially if I stand naked before you?” he whispered in the blond’s ear.
“None whatsoever,” Draco admitted as his voice hitched from the ministrations.
* * *
Harry was in the kitchen making cookies with Melinda and Tinky when Draco came waltzing in – home early from work – with a smug look on his face. The occupants of the kitchen all smiled in greeting. Draco had kept his promise of more family time and had stopped working weekends and extra hours. He had even taken to coming home early once in a while.
“I don’t suppose you’ll be sharing those when they’re finished, will you?” Draco asked Melinda, giving her a hug from behind as she attempted to mix the stiff dough. She handed him the bowl with a big smile.
“Only if you help!” Draco smiled and finished mixing for her. It was only fair that he do some work also. A chocolate chip bounced off his forehead, and he raised an eyebrow at Harry, who was holding the bag.
“Trying to get your attention. I didn’t get a kiss yet. Melinda, sweetie, does Draco get any of our cookies if he doesn’t give Daddy a kiss hello?”
“Nope!” she said happily.
Draco smirked and passed the bowl of cookie batter to Tinky so she could mix a little more before he sauntered over to his lover and dipped him backwards. Melinda and Tinky giggled while Harry smiled. He put a hand up next to their lips to block the view from their impressionable daughter before swiping his tongue over Draco’s mouth like a kitten. The blond crashed their mouths together and eagerly explored Harry’s open and waiting one. When breathing became a necessity, Draco pulled back and gave Harry a smirk.
“You've been snacking on the chocolate chips.” Harry nodded and gave him a peck before Draco pulled him back up. Melinda was giggling as she licked the cookie dough off the wooden spoon while Tinky was busy putting small globs of cookie batter onto the cooking tray. She was shaking her head at her masters but still had a smile on her face. There was never a dull moment in the Malfoy-Potter household.
“Now that we’ve got cookies and greetings out of the way, I’m home for a reason,” Draco told Harry. “You and I have a meeting with the adoption agency. A young mother would like to meet us,” Draco told Harry as he watched his lover’s eyes light up with hope and happiness.
“Can I come? Pleeeease!” Melinda begged. “I’ll be really, really good!” she promised.
“Of course you can come, but you have to promise not to interrupt,” Harry told her seriously. She nodded fervently before running to her room to put on something clean.
“I have to go change as well. I’ll be down in a minute,” Harry told Draco. He pulled the other man in for a loving kiss. “I love you,” he whispered.
* * *
“I definitely think you would be good parents,” the young mother told Harry and Draco with a small smile. “It’s going to break my heart, but I want him to have a good home and be well provided for. I can’t give him that at the moment.”
“We promise to give him everything he needs and more,” Harry promised. He hoped she wouldn’t change her mind about choosing them.
“Tinky won’t let you spoil him, Daddy,” Melinda giggled.
“That’s Uncle Moony’s job, sweetie,” Harry said, smiling down at her.
“She’s simply adorable. It must have been hard for you,” the pregnant witch said, referring to the war.
“I had a lot of help,” he said, smiling lovingly at Draco. “I don’t think I could have done it alone.”
“Well, I think I’m ready to sign the papers. This won’t be as hard, knowing he’s going to a good home. Can I ask one thing, though?” she asked hopefully. Harry and Draco nodded. “When he’s born, can I...can I just say goodbye?”
“Of course you can,” Draco told her with a sincere smile. He knew that this must have been ripping her heart out.
* * *
When Harry stepped out of the fireplace, he was practically bouncing with joy. Needing to share the good news with someone, he immediately called for Tinky. The house elf arrived with a pop and smiled at seeing her master so happy. Draco and Melinda watched happily next to the fireplace.
"Tinky! We're going to have a baby boy!" he said happily before turning to Draco and Melinda. "I have to tell Moony and Molly and Hermione and –"
"Calm down, Harry," Draco laughed. Harry blushed and sat down on the couch. "Why don't we have everyone over tomorrow for dinner and tell them then?" Draco suggested. Harry nodded.
"We have to go shopping and pick out a name. We only have three months, baby. I still can't believe wizard pregnancies are only six months. I wouldn't have believed it had I not lived through it. So what should we call him?" Harry asked.
"Daddy! There's three whole months!" Melinda giggled. She thought it was funny seeing her father so excited.
"What sounds good with Malfoy-Potter?" Harry asked his daughter and boyfriend.
"How about we go have some of those cookies you two made before going for a fly until dinner?" Draco asked as he and Melinda pulled Harry to the kitchen without letting him answer.
After they had each eaten a few cookies, Melinda was sent to change into proper flying attire.
"You know, when you found out you were going to have Melinda, you had a completely different reaction."
"I was seventeen and we were in the middle of a war."
"Hermione, can I talk to you for a minute?" Harry asked his best friend worriedly. He had been noticing changes in Ginny's behaviour and was starting to suspect something. Hermione was the best person to go to in case he happened to be wrong.
"Sure, Harry, what is it?" she asked as she put her book down and turned her attention to him. He looked worried, and she didn't like that one bit.
"How's the medical training going?" he asked her. After much persuasion from Harry, he had convinced Hermione to take a medical role during the war instead of a battle one. With the Death Eater attacks and the final battle that was soon to come, St Mungo’s needed all the help they could get. She would still be doing something important to help, but she would be safe.
"It's going great, but I know that's not what you're here about."
"Have you noticed anything different about Ginny lately?" he asked. Hermione thought for a moment before shaking her head.
"Not that I know of. Why do you ask?" This was the hard part. He took a deep breath and expected the worst.
"Well, she's been wearing looser clothing lately, she eats more and a little weirdly, and I've heard her early in the morning, for the past few weeks, being sick." Harry chanced a glance at Hermione. "Oh, come on, 'Mione! Don't make me say it!"
"When did this happen?"
"Three months ago."
"Bloody hell, Harry! If she is pregnant she's already halfway through!"
"I said three, Hermione, not five."
"Harry, wizarding pregnancies only last six months. We have to find out now." Hermione took her wand and dragged Harry out of her room and outside to where Ginny was playing chess with Draco. Hermione marched right up to the youngest Weasley and pointed her wand at her. A thin purple beam hit Ginny's stomach, and she whipped around to see where it came from.
"Hermione, what is that?!" The four teens shifted their gaze to the beam of light that floated in the air making the shape of a three. Harry kicked an empty bucket angrily, Draco looked at Harry shocked, and Ginny looked at the number with tears in her eyes. Hermione stopped the spell.
"Why aren't you showing, Ginny?"
“I…I…” Draco turned his gaze to Ginny before realisation hit him.
"Ginny, did you put a concealment charm on a baby?! Do you know how dangerous that is! That can alter the baby's growth!" he snapped as he took out his own wand and pointed it at Ginny. "Finite Incantatem!" The spell hit her stomach, and it grew out. Harry was taking deep breaths to calm himself. Ginny turned to him, fearing his reaction.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
"Don't be. I had as much a part in this as you did. I shouldn't have let it happen, especially without taking precautions. I'm contacting Madam Pomfrey first thing tomorrow and you – we – are telling your parents tonight. You are also forbidden to take any part in this war lest you harm the baby, and not one word is to be whispered outside of the family that this is my child. If Voldemort finds out, he'll use it as a way to get to me."
"You can't tell me what to do!" she shouted outraged.
"Watch me," Harry hissed dangerously. "I'll lock you up somewhere if I have to. Do you hear me?" Ginny nodded. "When your father gets home tonight, we'll tell him and Molly. You can let the others know tomorrow. Apart from Draco, Remus and Hermione, the only ones that will know who the father is must have the surname Weasley."
"We'll give you some time alone, Harry," Hermione told him, putting an arm around Ginny's shaking shoulder and leading her back to the house. Draco made to follow them but was stopped.
"Can't I do anything right, Draco?" Harry asked as he sat down and leaned against a tree. Draco sat down next to him.
"What's done is done. Now you have to find a way to deal with it, but I'll help. We all will."
"Thanks. I need a drink," he complained. Draco took his wand out again and conjured a bottle of Firewhiskey.
"Drink away. I'll cast a sobering charm on you when you're done." Harry smiled and took a sip.
A bottle and a half later, Harry was giggling and asking Draco question after question.
"Why you don’ got a girlfriend?" Harry asked. In his drunken mind he didn't recall ever seeing the blond in a relationship, and it seemed he was right. He could only recall Pansy Parkinson who had followed him around like a dog.
"Because I'm gay."
"Ohhh, I sheee. Mmmm 's Ron hot?"
"He doesn't appeal to me."
“Errr, Bill?"
"He's cool but still not my type, nor age, for that matter."
"Crabbe an’ Goyle?" Harry asked before laughing uncontrollably. Draco turned a slight shade of green.
"Now Iknow you're drunk off your arse."
"Hmmm, what about...errr...me?"
"Now we're getting somewhere."
"Yesh, I’s hot," Harry said as he giggled like a schoolgirl. "Whaz it like to kiss boys?"
"I don't know. The same as a girl, I guess. I've never kissed a girl, so I can't really compare the two."
"I never kiss a boy. Only girl. Two girl. Cho s’not good. Cry too much. Maybe I's trying boy when old Voldie…hiccup…snuff it. Might like it. Muz be fun f’you like," Harry said as he continued rambling on incoherently. "You're prettyyyy," Harry cooed out of the blue.
"In the state you're in, you would say the same about Hagrid," Draco pointed out. Harry pulled a face that Draco thought to be very cute. Suddenly Harry put down the-half-empty bottle of liquor and got onto his knees, facing Draco. He studied his old enemy’s face before planting his lips firmly on those of the boy in front of him. He paused for a moment, as if assessing the situation before continuing. Draco opened his mouth and Harry's tongue darted in immediately. Draco could taste the Firewhiskey clearly. He found Harry to be a good kisser while drunk and could only imagine how good he must be sober. No wonder Ginny wanted him so badly, he thought as he slipped a hand around the back of Harry's head.
Without breaking the kiss, Harry moved – knocking the bottle down as he went – so that he was straddling Draco's lap. The blond brought his hands from Harry's wild hair to his waist, and Harry draped his arms around the other’s slim neck. We’ll have to do this more often, Draco thought to himself as he smirked into the kiss.
“You got so drunk,” Draco laughed.
“Yes, well, that was a good thing in the end. What’s taking Melinda so long?” Harry wondered.
“She’s a clever girl. She’s probably giving us a little time together before she comes down,” Draco smiled innocently. The smile earned him a raised eyebrow from Harry. “Oh, alright! I asked her to clean her room before she comes down. Considering her room's a mess, I figured it would give us a little…time.”
“And what did you have in mind?” Harry asked as his body clearly started shouting what he hoped and knew his blond beauty had in mind. Draco took Harry’s hand and led him out of the kitchen towards his office. Inside, he closed the door and manoeuvred Harry so that his back was leaning on the shut and locked door.
With a flick of Draco’s wand, Harry’s robe was in a heap on the floor. Draco dropped his wand on top of the discarded robe and kissed Harry as he worked the button and zipper on Harry’s trousers.
“This is for you, so just stand and enjoy,” Draco told his lover before gently dropping to his knees in front of Harry’s full erection. He teasingly ran his tongue over the dripping head, making Harry moan. The black-haired man leaned his head back to rest on the door behind him and left Draco to work his magic as he tangled his fingers in the silky blond hair.
After Draco's talented mouth and tongue sucked, nipped and licked Harry's length, Harry thrust into the hot mouth one last time before he came deep inside his lover's throat with a cry of pleasure. Draco swallowed every drop and sucked Harry dry before letting Harry out of his mouth. He redid Harry's trousers and stood up to give the panting man a tight hug.
"Love you, baby," Harry hissed into Draco's neck.
"Love you too, Harry."
After allowing the Boy Who Lived a few minutes to calm himself and come down from his high, Harry and Draco stepped out of the office and made their way to the living room right across the hall to find Melinda on the couch with a picture book.
"Daddy, why did you yell at Draco?" she asked innocently. Harry blushed. She thought they had been fighting. They didn't fight often, but when they did, Melinda hated it and was quick to try her best to fix the problem. They would normally apologise to her and discuss the problem in private later on.
"It was nothing, sweetie. I just did something that's all," Draco assured her. Harry blushed some more, especially after Tinky walked in with a knowing grin on her face as she started fluffing up couch cushions. Whoever said house elves were stupid?
Melinda nodded and the three headed out to their small but efficient Quidditch pitch. While looking for a house to buy together after the war, Harry and Draco had both agreed that they wanted it to be a decent-sized house. Nothing as big and fancy as a manor, but the grounds had to be big enough to conceal a small Quidditch pitch. They had found the perfect house not too far away from The Burrow.
* * *
“You have fun with Uncle Moony, sweetie, and we’ll see you tomorrow,” Harry told his little girl, giving her a hug. While Draco said goodbye to Melinda-Rose, Harry took the opportunity to give his surrogate father a hug.
“I love you, you know that, right?” Harry told him as he held on tightly.
“I do know that and I love you too, but I’m not going anywhere for a long time.”
“It’s just…I know it’s been over three years since the war ended, but I’ll never get over losing loved ones without saying goodbye or telling them how I feel. That’s why I say it whenever I can now. Especially today…”
“That was four years ago, Harry, and I came back safely.”
“Only because Tonks loved you so much that she spent all day and night looking for you. We all did. I looked and looked and it was killing me that I couldn’t find you.” At the mention of Nymphadora, Harry and Remus shared a small moment of silence. She had been one of the many heroes of the war to pass on.
“Look on the bright side, she did find me and it finally knocked some sense into you. If I recall correctly, you told me – and I quote – ‘It was the best shag of my life!’ Then you blushed, horrified that I had tricked you into spilling the information, and I pointed out he was only your second shag.” Harry laughed and smacked the old werewolf playfully on the arm.
“Uncle Moony’s teasing Daddy, Draco!” Melinda laughed and ran to Remus for a hug.
“Yes, I am. You ready to go, sweetie? I promised your Uncle Fred we would come visit him at the shop tomorrow. He has a surprise for you. And guess what Grandma Molly brought over for you?"
“Fudge!”
“Remus, I hope you know she’s going to be a handful if fudge and Fred are part of your plans,” Draco chuckled. He knew Remus loved having her over and always had her favourite things planned.
“Oh, I know, and we’re going to have a blast. Have fun, boys, this is your anniversary, after all,” he added with a wink to Harry, who blushed. Laughing, the old man shrank Melinda’s overnight bag before he stepped into the fireplace holding her tightly and Flooed away.
“Well, you heard him. It’s our anniversary and I plan to keep you busy all…night…long,” the blond whispered against Harry’s lips. Harry smiled and they shared a sweet kiss before Harry pulled away.
“Dinner first. Tinky said she made all our favourites along with dessert that I requested for later,” Harry added with a kiss before pulling back completely and taking Draco’s hand, leading him to the dining room.
Tinky had set up the big dining room nicely with flowers and candles for dim lighting. The couple ate dinner in silence looking into each other’s eyes every so often. Both were replaying special memories in their minds. Harry replayed the faithful afternoon where Remus was brought back to him and he let his feelings for Draco come out.
Harry Apparated outside the wards of The Burrow and ran as fast as he could down the path. Barrelling into the kitchen and startling Hermione, Arthur and Molly, Harry wasted no time in giving them the good news.
“They found Remus! He’s going to be okay!” Molly rushed out of her seat, tears in her eyes, and hugged Harry. Hermione followed suit.
“That’s wonderful!” the bushy-haired witch cried.
“Where are Draco and Melinda?” Harry asked.
“They’re upstairs.” Harry smiled and ran up the stairs. Running into his and Draco’s room – Percy's old room – Harry froze when Melinda was nowhere to be seen.
“She’s taking a nap,” Draco reassured the worried father. Harry’s body visibly relaxed. “I heard you yell. I was just coming down to see you.”
“He’s going to be okay. I was so worried, Draco I…I hadn’t got to say goodbye or tell him one last time how much I love him,” Harry said sadly before his face became determined. “But now that he’s going to be okay I can tell him. From now on I will make sure the people I love and care about know it starting with you.” Draco was startled.
“With…with me?”
“We used to be enemies and when you came to the Light we became friends and I started to care for you. I do care for you. I’m hoping you’ll give me a chance to show you how much. I know there’s a war going on and that I have a child, not to mention that you would be in greater danger, but –” Whatever he had planned on saying next was cut short by Draco’s lips over his.
“Stupid Gryffindor! Of course I want more and I don’t care about the danger. No one is safe anymore. As for Melinda, you know I love her to bits.”
“Draco, I want you to think about this. If you want to wait until after the war –”
“Potter, shut up! I don’t want to wait, and I don’t want to think about it. I know what I want.”
“I just –”
“Bloody hell, Harry! I would do anything for you or that little girl! Do you honestly think I want to waste another minute without you?”
“You would?” Harry asked shyly.
“Of course I would, damn it! I love you!” he shouted, surprising even himself by saying it out loud. He was getting aggravated at Harry refusal to believe that someone could want him and take risks for him like he did with everyone else. “I’ve fallen in love with you and I fall harder and harder everyday. That kiss after my uncle tried to take Melinda, it held so much and we’ve been ignoring it ever since. I don’t want to ignore it anymore. I can’t ignore it anymore. I want to be able to hold you at night and kiss you goodbye when you leave on Order business. I want to be able to tell you I love you so that you know how much you mean to me in case something happens to either of us. I love you, Harry,” Draco finished in a whisper.
Harry couldn’t take it anymore. He launched himself forward onto the blond in front of him knocking him back onto his bed. Draco pulled Harry down along with him and their lips were crashed together in a strong, heated kiss. Never breaking the kiss, they made their way up the bed to get more comfortable. Needing to breathe, Harry pulled out of the kiss and looked into beautiful grey eyes as he smiled softly.
“Take me, Harry. Make me yours,” Draco whispered softly. Harry ran the back of his fingers over Draco’s pale cheek as he studied the face before him. He gave the man next to him a kiss before getting off the bed to close and lock the door. He cast a silencing spell on the room and pulled his shirt off over his head, throwing it aside as he walked back to the bed, eyes focused on Draco, who lay still, waiting. Climbing back over to the blond, Harry’s body hovered over the one beneath him before he dropped his head down to gently attack the soft, pale neck. Straddling Draco’s legs, Harry pulled him up into a sitting position and relieved Draco of his shirt, letting it fall to the floor.
“You’ll have to guide me. I don’t really know what I’m doing and I don’t know if I’ll be any good,” Harry told him honestly, as he became shy.
“I haven’t done this before either, but I know we’ll both be perfect,” Draco assured him. To him, anything Harry did was perfect and as long as it was done with love, he knew it would be amazing. Harry nodded and gently pushed Draco back down. Starting at the blond’s neck, Harry dropped a trail of light, wet kisses down his chest and stomach, stopping at his navel. He paused to undo the blond’s trousers and Draco lifted his hips to allow Harry to remove any clothing that remained. Clothes taken care of, Harry went back to dropping kisses on Draco’s stomach and each of his prominent hipbones before trailing more kisses back up.
“You tease!” Harry just smirked and kept going.
“You love me anyway, Dray.” Draco nodded and kissed him. He gasped when Harry gently ran the tips of his short fingernails up his length. The young father smiled into the kiss and wrapped his fingers around Draco’s erection and began to gently stroke. Harry watched the pleasure build in those beautiful, grey eyes before Draco released himself onto Harry’s hand. Harry kept pumping until Draco was completely spent.
“Mmm. That felt good,” Draco mumbled into Harry’s neck.
“I figured I’d start with something I know.”
“What happened to Gryffindor courage?” Draco teased.
“Out of the window. You’re too important to disappoint.”
“That’s nice, but you’re wearing far too many clothes,” Draco smirked as he lightly ran his fingers over Harry’s toned stomach and down to his trousers where he easily unfastened the button. Harry quickly got the message and divested himself of the rest of his clothes.
The next kiss began as a slow, teasing kiss and grew more passionate and aggressive in a short amount of time. Draco was rapidly growing hard again and desperately wanted to feel the man he loved inside him. He reached onto the night table behind him, feeling around for his wand. Grasping the wooden stick, he conjured a slippery substance into the palm of Harry's hand and put his wand back onto the nightstand. He spread the lube onto Harry's fingers and guided the slick hand between his thighs. The Gryffindor let Draco guide him without hesitation.
"Unless you want to pay me back for being the biggest prat back in school, you'll have to prepare me. I do deserve the pain after all the things I did, but I ask you to take pity on me and be gentle for my first time."
"I could never hurt you. Besides, I wasn't a saint either. I could have just ignored you."
"I'm too irresistible to ignore," the Slytherin said proudly. That he was.
Harry slipped a finger in and Draco closed his eyes, letting the feeling wash over him. When he was ready, he let Harry add a second digit, followed by a third. He winced slightly from a twinge of pain as the third finger was inserted and Harry gave him a moment to adjust. Draco relaxed and allowed the muscle to be stretched. As Harry removed his hand, Draco made a noise of protest, feeling empty inside at the loss of contact, but let Harry roll him onto his back. Harry balanced his weight out to avoid crushing the lithe body under him as Draco wrapped his slim legs around Harry's waist and ran his hands over his arms and back.
He felt a slight pressure at his opening and pushed up to let Harry know it was okay. He was slowly filled and smiled as the feeling of loss disappeared. Harry slowed when he was in completely and only started to gently thrust in and out again when he was told it was okay.
"Don't worry, baby, you won't hurt me," Draco assured him. Harry dipped his head down for a kiss as he increased his pace and force. It wasn't long before Draco started meeting his thrusts. When Harry hit his sweet spot, Draco cried out and begged him to hit it again. Harry slammed in at the same angle and was rewarded with another cry of pleasure. He made sure to hit it with every following thrust.
"I'm close, Draco," Harry panted in warning. With one final thrust, Harry came, followed by his blond beauty. When both were spent, Harry gently put all his weight on Draco. The blond held him tight as they caught their breath.
"That was amazing," Draco said with a smile as he cuddled into Harry after he had pulled out and lay next to Draco.
"It was. I love you," Harry whispered before they soon fell asleep for a short rest.
* * *
“Can we take things to the bedroom now or do I have to take you right here on the table?” Draco asked hopefully when they were done eating.
“Not yet. I have something else planned before that,” Harry told him as he stood up and walked to Draco’s side of the table and took his hand. Without a word, he silently led Draco to their Apparition room.
“Hold my hand. I’m going to Side-Along Apparate us to where we’re going. I know you’re going to love it.” Draco gripped Harry’s hand more tightly and closed his eyes as if he feared being lost on the way and waited for Harry to Apparate them. In a short moment, Draco found himself gone from the quiet atmosphere of his home to an open, outside area with the sound of water around him. He opened his eyes and saw that they were on a beach. A sliver of sun was starting to rise in the distance. He looked over to the left and saw a big blanket set on the ground with magical candles lit all around it. He suspected the blanket was charmed to stay put since the warm breeze wasn’t disturbing it.
“Where are we?” Draco asked amazed. It was beautiful and they were alone.
“Wizarding island in Malibu. It’s used by the Ministry for events, parties and stuff like that, but when it’s not in use they rent it out. It’s ours for the next few hours. I was hoping we could take a walk by the water.” Draco agreed and both young men took off their shoes and socks and rolled up their trousers. Draco entwined his fingers with Harry's and they set off for a short walk in the shallow water. Draco hadn't been to the beach in years and it was nice to be able to come again. Being there right before sunrise with Harry was even better.
"It's beautiful here. I want to come back with the kids one day. Maybe even have a reunion of sorts with everyone. It would be nice to have everyone and their families together. How much did it cost to rent?"
"The arseholes wouldn't let me pay," Harry snarled. He hated the fact that people always tripped over themselves to please him and give him what he wanted. "I told them in that case I would add the amount it would normally have cost to rent the island on our yearly donation to St Mungo’s Magical Research. They said it was very nice of me."
"You're a hero, Harry. You saved thousands of lives. That's not something people will forget. You'll have to get used to it. Look on the bright side; at least the reporters don't go looking for you anymore. They just snap a picture when they happen to see you somewhere."
"People thanking me for ridding them of Voldemort doesn't bother me. What bothers me is the constant privileges and 'fan mail' with rubbish in it like marriage proposals and bad stuff about you. Did I ever tell you about the wizard stripper who sent me his picture and said he could give me ten times more pleasure than you? Tinky was ready to take me to St Mungo’s."
"It's nice to know you're happy with me. I always wondered about that," Draco teased.
"I love you too much to go anywhere. And he was nowhere near as good-looking as you are. No one's more perfect than my baby is. I wonder if the Ministry would pass the marriage law if I asked them to," Harry pondered. It had never occurred to him. He didn't like that he got whatever he asked for, but since things wouldn't change there was no point in fighting it. It was no secret that he was gay, so if he expressed the wish to marry maybe he would get it.
"Well, since we're on the subject," Draco started as he stopped walking and turned to face Harry, "You weren't the only one with something planned for tonight." Draco dug into his back pocket and pulled out a small box covered in soft, black velvet and opened it to face Harry. Harry stared into the ring box at a gold ring in the shape of a snake with ruby eyes and tongue. His eyes started to tear up as he stared at the beautiful ring. He looked up at Draco and saw the blond was biting his lip as if worried.
"When did you plan this?" he whispered.
"Two months ago. The day after we signed the adoption papers. I went to the jeweller’s and had it made."
"You're nervous. Why are you nervous?" Harry asked.
"Well, I know we always say we want to get married if they pass the law, but we never made it official. I just...I don't know why I'm nervous," Draco laughed. "I guess it's more a happy kind of nervous. This is as close to official as we can get right now. They may be able to stop us from getting married but we can still get engaged. I want you to have more than just words. I wanted to ask you properly. You and Melinda mean the world to me, Harry. You make me a better person and I don't think I could live without you. If I lost you tomorrow, I would die. I wouldn't have a reason to wake up in the morning or a reason to come home at night. I've devoted the last four years of my life to making you happy and I plan on doing just that for as long as I live. Harry James Potter, will you marry me?" Harry was openly crying with joy as he threw himself onto the blond and hugged him tight.
"Yes, Draco! Yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes! I love you so much!" He let go and allowed Draco to slide the ring onto his finger before they kissed as the sun continued to rise and sparkle over the water. Judging that the walk back to their blanket would be too long, Harry Apparated them to the centre of it and wandlessly spelled their clothes off, letting them land in a pile on the other side of the circle of candles. Draco felt the breeze on his skin and looked down.
"In a hurry?" he asked against Harry's lips.
"Yes," Harry hissed. He gently pulled Draco down to lie on the blanket.
* * *
Draco smiled as he held Harry and watched him admire the gold band on his ring finger. Harry had a silly smile on his face and it melted Draco's heart.
“You like it?”
“I love it but after what you said I would have loved anything you gave me. Did you design it?”
“I told them what I wanted and they designed it. It was made with the purest gold and the best rubies. You deserve nothing but the best. I even mixed Gryffindor and Slytherin for you,” he teased. Harry smiled and studied the ring some more.
“When we get married, I want to get married here. Both the wedding and the reception.”
“Anything for the bride.”
“Prat. Next thing I know you’ll have me wearing a wedding dress.”
“Never but you’ll have to decide: Muggle or Wizard. Muggle wedding will have Muggle attire as for Wizard we’ll have robes. The guests dress accordingly. Like Hermione and Seamus went Muggle-style.”
“I want Wizard style but I don’t want dress robes like we had for the Yule Ball back in fourth year. I want nice plain robes.”
“Then that’s what you’ll get. Now, didn’t you say you had something else planned? Merlin knows I could stay here forever but this sun is bloody hot. How do people live here?” Harry shrugged and they both stood up. With another wave of his wand hand, Harry banished the candles, blanket and…
“Erm, Harry, you banished our clothes,” Draco told him uncomfortably.
“Everything was sent home and that’s where we’re going,” Harry told him before taking Draco’s hand. Draco opened his eyes when his feet hit solid ground again and saw they were in their room standing in front of their closed bathroom door. Harry opened the door and Draco heard soft music playing before he saw the bathroom itself. Again the lighting was low and there were red, white and pink rose petals scattered around the edge of the big bath that was filled with hot water. Draco smelt the air and noticed his favourite calming potion was in the bath. He smiled as Harry nudged him forward towards the bath and held Harry’s hand as he got in before helping Harry in after him. When Harry gently guided him to sit, straddled his lap and summoned a tray of fresh fruit and melted chocolate, Draco knew he was in for a long but nice night.
* * *
"HE'S COMING! HE'S COMING!" Melinda shouted as she ran down the hall and into her parents’ bedroom. Harry and Draco just had time to pull out of their heated snog before their little girl landed between them in a pile on the bed. She took a deep breath before talking. "A head in the fire says the baby's coming! " Harry and Draco looked at each other wide eyed before clambering out of bed – followed closely by Melinda – and running through the halls of their home as they hastily tried to fix their clothes and hair. The three Malfoy-Potters burst into the Apparition room and headed to the fireplace used for anyone who wasn't considered family. Kneeling next to the fire, they greeted the agency clerk.
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, as I was telling little Melinda-Rose, Miss Robertson was brought to St Mungo's half an hour ago."
"We'll be right there," Harry told him. The head disappeared and the Malfoy-Potter family departed for the hospital.
* * *
Harry was near tears as he watched the young mother give her newborn son a kiss on the forehead goodbye before delicately handing the young child back the mediwizard.
"Take good care of him," she told them before turning her head to face the other way and letting a sob escape. The young nurse by her bed rushed over to comfort her as best she could while the mediwizard escorted Harry, Draco and Melinda out of the room. After spending a few moments with their little boy, Harry and Draco handed him back to the mediwizard and Melinda waved to her little brother as the man walked into the nursery. The family couldn't wait to be able to take him home.
"Mr. Malfoy?" a nurse asked. Harry and Draco both turned around before Harry realised he had just responded to the name. He smiled at Draco.
"Un jour, Harry. One day," he whispered before turning his attention to the nurse.
"We need a name for the baby to put on the certificate, and we will also need your signatures," she told them. They nodded and followed her to the front desk. She handed them the parchment along with a self-replenishing quill. Draco signed before handing the quill and sheet to Harry. He signed his name and filled out the space used for the child's name and handed it back to the young nurse.
"Desmond Malfoy-Potter," she read. "It's a beautiful name," she said, smiling.
Noticing that the paperwork was finished, Melinda grabbed both her parents’ hands and led them to the window of the nursery, where she stuck her face against the glass to look at her little brother. Draco wrapped his arms around Harry and rested his chin on his lover's strong shoulder as they watched their little baby boy sleep.
"He's going to be a Slytherin," Draco whispered.
"You wish!" Harry whispered back before they both silently chuckled. Whatever house he was sorted into didn't matter. It was a long way ahead anyway. Yesterday was past, today was wonderful, and they could only hope that tomorrow would be even better.
End
May 2006