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Harry had finished his eighth year in Hogwarts and started training to be an auror, and in a year he had become the youngest auror in the Wizarding world. That was four years ago and Harry still couldn’t believe how quickly time had flown by when he was an auror, when he was actually out there dashing about in his robes, laughing with Ron about their latest escapade and repressing. It had taken his mind off of all the horrors the war and it’s aftermath, had cast on his life and many others’.
Hermoine had graduated wizarding university at the top of her class and had currently become the most popular and eligible candidate for Minister of Magic. Always supporting the cause of the ill fated, fighting the corruptions in the ministry and exposing them had garnered her a massive support to be a rightful candidate and Harry knew that in just a few years she would win and set things straight. Again.
Now, Harry had locked himself up in the ginormous ancient Black library, reading and sleeping, waking up from nightmares and sobbing till the sun rose, reading again, sleeping again, waking up mourning the death of one of his loved ones; and that was all there had been to his life the past six months. It had hit him out of no where, he was “auroring” as usual but then the nightmares started and certain scenes from their auror field work would begin triggering Harry and hit him with a wave of despair. Nothing and nobody could console him.
It cumulated in him quitting the job and secluding himself, he would wander the Grimmauld Place, exploring the strange place and finally found solace in reading, the library had become his haven, and reading his anchor. He read books on dark magic, on the founders of alchemy, on laws that governed magic, on fables and tales, on herbs, healing, and advanced sorcery, on rhymes and stories that ancient Black ancestors grew up to, novels on the first wizards that married for love and fought for it some 600 years ago. He would lose himself in them for days but it helped him survive, from falling over the edge because somedays he was faltering on it.
Harry really didn’t register it the first time it rang, because it never did. Or no one could, without Harry being altered first of their presence in the property. He carefully placed down the tattered novel that he was currently reading, it was at least a century old, a tale about two witches being long lost siblings, the fact unknown to them until the end, they meet and fall in love but tragically kill each other in a complex plot.
He waited for the alarm again to make sure that he hadn’t imagined it. Yep, he had a visitor and it must be a someone from the Black bloodline or the ancient magic guarding the house had failed; which was simply impossible. Harry was in his underwear so he went to his room, doned on his bathrobe and pocketed his wand before walking through the massive and unnecessarily long corridor while all the portraits quizzed each other on which relative was at the door.
~ * ~
Harry opened the door and a chill breeze dusted with freezing rain droplets washed over Harry making him grit his teeth, it had been raining, a storm was approaching and also, it was night apparently but Harry didn’t know the time, he never did the past six months. Before him stood a man at least six feet tall, wearing a robe in the darkest black he almost blend in with Harry’s unlit entrance. Harry immediately took out his wand, arming himself against any crazy hunter that thought he deserved punishment as well by some crazy logic.
He could not tell who the man was as the cloak's hood covered most of his face effectively, and he held something or someone? to his chest, both arms protectively wrapped around them, one black leather clad hand over the head resting on his shoulder, the other holding the body of a small babe, he realised.
His son, Malfoy’s son, he discovers as the man slowly and carefully adjusted the baby so as to free one arm to pull back the hood over his head. The wards had granted them access at the entrance and let the pair in without alerting Harry, Malfoy was a Black, Narcissa being a Black, before she wed Lucius. Harry knew such details by heart from the large Black ancestory tree mapping, decorating the library walls. There had been a new addition to the magical family tree a year ago, Malfoy was holding Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, the current Malfoy and Black Heir.
Malfoy had lost all his fortune in debt to the ministry to evade Azkaban right after the war ended, there was talk that he had worked extremely hard to start his own potions business supported by his wife, and they did well, Harry had heard the Auror department mention his potions being used for some of their cases and they were phenomenal. He currently was the most reliable potion maker in the Wizarding world of Britain after Snape, who was now dead.
Now some three months ago a new Minister of Magic was elected, and he ordered the trailing and imprisonment of all previous death eaters. The trails were basically a joke, corrupt judges elected by the new Minister would pin the ex death eaters down on any reason and deem it worthy of declaring a life sentence in Azkaban. Harry did read Malfoy’s name in the paper awaiting trail and he had finally been sentenced to 3 years in Azkaban.
The opposing political party which was Hermoine's, being a rival to the new Minister fought hard against such sentences on wizards and witches that were under eighteen at the time of the war, and it was gaining traction. But the success of the bill was still erratic, and Harry knew Malfoy could be in and out of prison several times before the bill succeeded and freed him from any threats of such sentences again.
His grey eyes sparkled in Harry’s lumos and fought with the redness colouring the whites of his eyes, they betrayed no emotion or thought. He did not remember Malfoy looking so striking, even from under the cloak his build seemed large mounted by broad shoulders, together they looked like fictional characters from a muggle fantasy book: hell's angel guarding the spotless and precious infant. He remembered Malfoy as a boy he once knew now standing before him was a man hardened by life.
His face lacked colour and Harry somehow knew it wasn’t always that way. High cheeks bones, a chiseled jaw, short silver hair crowing his head, parted and buzzed down at the sides, his temple crawled with green tinted veins going up to his hairline he looked way too aristocratic and attractive for someone who was mourning the worst kind of loss and awaiting imprisonment in Azkaban. He vaguely resembled one of those popular “hot and exotic” bachelors every girl wanted on those muggle shows Hermoine used to watch.
Coming out of his musings, Harry blinked twice to make sure he wasn't seeing things, this was Malfoy standing at his home's entrance in the dead of the night, Malfoy whom he last saw mentioned in the newspaper some five months ago, the headlines announcing the death of his wife Astoria Malfoy, the current Malfoy Mistress, loosing her to blood cancer. The potion store was said to be shut since the day of the funeral. They had married right after Eight year in Hogwarts as it was his parents’ dying wish for him to continue the bloodline, claim back the Malfoy estate and their fortune to pass on to his rightful heir.He had learned from Luna that, due to complications with Astoria's health, they had welcomed a son three years into their marriage.
Harry awkwardly realised that they had been staring at each other for a while now, before he stepped aside, wordlessly inviting the blonde pair inside.
Malfoy turned to him. “Oh I- I can hold him, I’ve held all of Ron’s kids so-“ Malfoy gave him a look before carefully handing over the child. Harry cradled him the same way Malfoy had before pointing to the cloak hanging cupboard attachment at the wall behind Malfoy.
He wore his robes beneath the cloak, a style reminiscent of the ones Lucius had once worn at Hogwarts. As Malfoy removed the cloak and draped it over a nearby stand, the fabric caught on his frame, highlighting the flex of his muscles with every movement. Harry quickly averted his gaze as Malfoy turned, and together they started walking. The portraits lining the corridor erupted into excited chatter, gasping and exclaiming their delight at the return of the Black heir to his "palace." Malfoy ignored them, his face stoic and distant.
They walked further through the corridor, the unfamiliar sound of Malfoy’s boots echoing around them. Harry turned when they reached his living room, he was about to summon picky, one of his elves, when he saw her scuffle and fall at Malfoy’s feet, her head resting at the tip of Malfoy's shoe.
“Welcome my master Black, picky is pledged to serve master and his heir” Harry rolled his eyes.
“Thank you, picky” Malfoy uttered his first sentence.
Harry was about to ask her to tidy up the room when he turned to find the room glistening, far from how he had last left it. He also spotted a shiny gold plated crib he had never seen before during all his exploring and walked over to gently place the child inside and looked at him.
The babe had his right thumb in his mouth and Harry couldn't help but fondly smile realising he probably had the habit of sucking on it. His cheeks were tinted pink, scattered with almost invisible freckles on them. Harry felt tears sting his eyes at how peacefull and angelic he looked. Clad in the tiniest most adorable pyjamas Harry had ever seen, fastened by pearl buttons, his little feet were covered by matching baby blue silk socks. On it's own accord, his hand moved to smooth the silver bush of hair and Harry almost gasped at how soft it was. Silver lashes fluttered for a second before going still. Harry’s index finger ghosted over the small lines of his silver brow. A splitting image of his father. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in, this was the most beautiful and perfect child he had ever seen.
Harry thanked picky for the help and offered a seat to Malfoy whom he had almost forgotten was in the room with them, he took his place on his favourite spot opposite Malfoy, the crib next to the wooden table in between them.
Malfoy straightened himself, "I will be escorted to Azkaban tomorrow at dawn."
Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat on the sofa, clasping his hands together.
“I need your help, Potter”
Malfoy dropped his head, and took in a deep breath, he was almost talking to himself as he tilted his face to the crib Scorpius was sleeping in.“He misses his mother a lot and I’ll be gone tomorrow.”
Harry's heart crunched in pain when he realised the babe would barely have been 1 year old when Astoria died.
She was so devastated and terrified when she learned, after his birth, that her cancer had affected his conception—and all she got was barely a year with him,” he murmured, his voice heavy with heartbreak, the words spilling out in a drunken, sorrowful stupor meant more for himself than anyone else.
Harry fought against the urge to reach out and comfort Malfoy, to hold him close. He looked and sounded utterly consumed by grief.
“Malfoy.....I'm so sorry, I- I can’t help you hide or run away, it will hurt you more, the Minister’s appointed hunters are cruel and relentless as you may know, they kill on sight any one that tries to escape…”
Malfoy did not seem to register his words as he still had his head turned towards the crib his son was sleeping in, but he continued hesitantly.
“ I- I also cannot give in my word for you even if I want to, as it won’t matter now that I’ve apparently disgraced myself quitting the auror program and doing no more saviour stuff anymore. I am painted as a failed recluse, is all I am right now. I can however request Hermoine to speed up the process of passing the bill that frees you from the sentence since you were a minor then. Which I’m sure she’s-“
“I want you to swear it” Malfoy looked at him, his eyes taken over by the redness now, demanding.
“Swear what?” Harry involuntarily moved to the edge of his seat.
“Swear your guardianship over my son” He replied in a beat, no hint of hesitation in his voice.
“Wha- Malfoy what- what are you saying?” Harry truly did not understand why he would want Harry who was in no relation to him or his family be his son’s guardian. They weren’t even friends?
Harry followed Malfoy's gaze to the crib, and it came to him.
“Malfoy you must have a trusted nanny, some type of caretaker who can help you or- or a family member who can look after him while you’re in pri- while you’re gone, I- I am-“
“I DON’T HAVE ANYBODY!” Malfoy had now stood up from his seat. Harry instinctively looked over to the baby still sound asleep, and back at Malfoy who was now walking over to Harry and into his space, towering over him.
“and I don’t trust a single soul” he annunciated each word as he whispered them, his tired eyes straining on him like they were about to pop.
Harry stepped back, and took in a breath, he stared at Malfoy head on, meeting his incredulous gaze, “I am not in the right mind to care for a child Malfoy” saying them carefully like he was talking to a child.
Malfoy didn’t seem to give a fuck unfortunately that Harry had meant that in the literal sense, about the seriousness of it.
“You don’t know Potter, you don’t know what it is to be a father” Pointing at him a shaking finger as he continued.
“but I know, I know you won’t harm my son, that you will protect him with your life……. Even if he were the heir of fucking Voldermort." The truth of it echoed in the room and hung in the tense air between them as Harry stayed glued to his spot.
"And you don't owe me shit......You don't owe me shit, Potter. You owe me nothing, but here I am." He shrugged, the movement exaggerated. He raised his arms from his sides pointing them towards Harry, "But here I am begging you, begging you to save my soul, save my helpless and only remaining family because of some FUCKED UP DECISION I MADE 10 YEARS AGO!." Grey eyes bore into his soul muddled with agony and anger.
Malfoy began pacing the room, he had made up his mind, he was sure about this which is why he was now at Harry's place and Harry knew it was true that Malfoy couldn’t trust anybody, a nanny can be easily bribed to hand over an ex Death eater’s child to the hunters. The Grimmauld's wards were the best to keep the child safe from any cruel hunter that wanted to harm the child.
“picky will help you, picky cared for my mum and her siblings when she was an infant, she will bring to you all his necessities in the morning.”
He quickly cast a Tempus and walked over to Harry, pulling his leather gloves off his hands and throwing them aside before reaching into his sleeve and taking out a small silver knife engraved with runes “Swear to me now, and I will do anything you ask of me. I will bind myself to you in gratitude for the rest of my life.”
Scorpius had started crying now, and the hand holding the knife began to shiver in desperation, Harry slowly offered his hand watching them extend to Malfoy on their own accord, like he were in a trance. Malfoy made the cut, muttering a spell stating Malfoy’s, his son’s and Harry’s name which bound Scorpius and Harry as guardian and ward.
Malfoy walked to the crib and picked up the boy, rocking the babe to soothe him.
Scorpius squinted his eyes open in annoyance as the room flashed with bright lightning coming in from the large window of the living room they were standing in, and slowly blinked his eyes open before identical greys focused on Malfoy's "Papa.....Pap..pa" he recognised Draco, he always did, and he always stopped his fussing after. Malfoy looked away from the babe with all the strength he could muster, “I should leave now.” His eyes were drawn down once again to Scorpius in his arms. He pressed pale lips to his forehead before burying his nose in his son's hair, breathing in the sweet smell of milk and baby soap, he closed his eyes and they shivered with the weight of tears.
Harry walked over and gently removed the the baby from his embrace. Malfoy turned away and walked toward the door but stopped mid stride, his voice monotonous as he said "His name is Scorpius and he can say Mama and Papa." Harry stood still for a long time rocking the baby, straining his ears to the echoes of Malfoy's steps fade off as he walked away. Scorpius had started crying again and he wouldn't stop, the loud sound of thunder from the storm outside almost drowning out the cries for his papa.
~ * ~
Harry still did not fully process what had happened, and wasn't sure he hadn't hallucinated everything, two hours ago he was reading a particularly spicy lesbian novel and now he had Malfoy's son's snot and tears soaking up the fabric of his bathrobe, the wetness there did feel quite real, he couldn't have hallucinated that. He had barely taken care of himself the past six months and now a one year old's survival depended on him.
Scorpius was sound asleep on Harry's shoulder now, he fussed for an entire 30 thirty minutes after Malfoy had left. Harry was overwhelmed with the constant crying and how nothing he or picky did could soothe him. He cried louder anytime Harry tried to place him in his crib to rock him to sleep, picky had left the room sobbing uncontrollably as she left useless after trying everything to stop the crying.
"Rock a bye baby, on a tree top" Harry had been to sing, he could not hear one more second of the crying and thundering or he would go completely crazy.
"when the wind blows the cradle will rock" He sang louder to better drown out the crying as he kept rocking him on his shoulders, he did not expect Scorpius to pay any attention to it busy with his fussing.
"When the bough breaks the cradle will fall, but Mumma will catch you, cradle and all" The crying had stopped and Harry heard soft sucking sounds as Scorpius sucked on his thumb, Harry stilled, his heart crunched up uneasily as he wondered if Astoria too had sung lullabies to him.
Harry slowly lowered himself on his carpet and leaned against the leg of his sofa, singing the lullaby six time over before somehow, soft snores overpowered and drowned out the thunder and the storm and Harry turned to his ears and whispered "I love you" like it was a promise before closing his eyes, sleep found him as well.
~ * ~
Three months passed in a blur of baby food, strawberry patches and laughter, Scorpius had bonded and become attached to Harry more quickly than he had expected, mostly because by the time two weeks had passed Harry refused any help from picky and cared for Scorpius 24x7 on his own. The nightmares and waves of hurt and sadness had vanished as he was always by Scorpius wondering if he was warm enough, was full enough, if he was rested enough, comfortable enough, never leaving his side, because as long as he was in his care, he would be pampered with love and utmost care the same way his birth mother would have. Harry made sure of that, it came naturally to him.
Scorpius would start fussing looking for him and wobbling on his tiny feet to the kitchen any time Harry was out of sight which was why Harry was now making breakfast for them with Scorp straddled to his chest by a homemade DIY baby carrier as he scrambled the eggs frying on the pan before cutting up some fresh strawberries, Scorp loved strawberries. Harry had planted some saplings the first week of having Scorp with him, the moment he figured he loved them. Now three months later, Harry and Scorp had a routine of walking out all the way to their large back gardens after the sun had just risen, and Scorp would grab the tiny strawberries and drop them in Harry's basket.
He still preferred milk when he fussed a lot and feeding him stopped it. Scorp was cradled on his lap drinking milk off the bottle nipple, Harry seated on his carpet, leaning against the leg of the sofa, holding the bottle to his mouth, when he was done, Harry turned to look for the towel he usually wipes him with when he heard it, "Mum-maa, mumma" He stilled in his spot as tears rushed to his eyes blurring the smile spread on Scorp's face as he wiggled his tiny fingers reaching them up to Harry's face.
"Mumaaaa, ma ma, bhrrrrp" Harry laughed, tears running down his cheeks as Scorp forced air from his lips, causing them to vibrate and make that silly sound he always made when he was playful.
Harry lifted him up from his lap, holding him to his face, planting kisses all over the tiny adorable face, the face that flashed before he eyes any time he shut them because it was all he saw and knew. "Yes mumma loves you, mumma loves his little Scorp sooo much" Harry bent and ruffled his small tummy with his head which made Scorpius giggle, the hearty sounds echoing in the room. Harry giggled along, Scorpius jumping in his arms, wiggling his hands up and down.
Harry had begun reading the newspapers every morning when Scorp would eat his breakfast fastened to his chair, a selfish, ugly hope taunting his heart as he would swiftly go through the pages wishing no amendments were made by the court that could release Malfoy.
Harry looked over at Scorp who had blueberry yogurt smeared all over his apron, Harry rested his face in his hand and smiled fondly at him and his heart clenched when he thought about the fact that he dreaded and avoided. The fact that he would go crazy with pain when Scorp would finally be taken away from him when Malfoy returned and he will have to painfully learn to live without his every breathing moment revolving around the one year old, which was such an unrealistic thought to have because he wasn't his baby, he did not belong to him, and neither was he related to Malfoy in any way. He was just a nanny for the time being who would die for Scorpius at any given moment, no questions asked.
He imagined singing Scorp's favourite lullabies to empty walls, that didn't mumble nothings before they buried themselves closer in Harry's arms and yawned, hot tears dropped onto the paper he was holding. He should have never agreed to this, he thought angrily wiping away the tears, it was going to destroy his already broken soul.
~ * ~
Harry stopped checking the papers as the eighth month passed by, the strawberries they had planted now gave fruit so big that they no longer fit in Scorp's tiny hand as he picked them, so now he used both hands. Harry was now hiding behind his sofa and soft thuds could be heard as Scorpius turned round the sofa, spotted Harry and started running to him with outstretched arms, he had just woken up and began looking for him like he always did.
Harry laughed as he hugged him to his chest and smothered him, "Ah, you found mumma easily this time didn't yah? someone's getting cleverer every time we play this", he lifted him up and swung him, placing him on his hips as they walked to the kitchen.
Harry magically warmed up some water and transferred them to the baby's bottle. Scorpius was already grabbing for the bottle, thinking it must be milk, Harry smiled and planted kisses to his now sleep ruffled silver hair that was standing up. "Comin up next" he handed the bottle for him to drink and went over to his muggle refrigerator to retrieve a bottle of milk.
He was levitating the milk bottle when he heard Scorpius say "Papa", his tiny head turned toward the kitchen door, a finger pointing behind Harry. The glass bottle crashed to the floor and Harry turned to find Malfoy walking towards them and in a second he was holding Scorpius, kissing him with a tearful face.
Malfoy walked out the kitchen followed by Harry, his heart beating out of his chest uneasily, he did not want to think about anything so he just observed as Malfoy went over to the living room and sat on their sofa "Papa's here love, papa's here, papa's here" He was shivering and cradling his son to his chest, rocking him back and forth.
Scorpius had starting crying, he examined Malfoy's face and turned his neck. Harry knew he was looking for him because when he spotted him, he strained harder to look at Harry, one arm reaching out to him as he cried louder and called out to him, "Mumma, Mummaaa". Malfoy froze on the spot like he was hit with a Petrificus Totalus. He slowly looked up at Harry, dark circles shadowing stark grey eyes that still hadn't lost any colour or strength, they pierced through him when he quietly asked, the low tone masking anger and pain underneath, "Why did he call you Mama? His mama is dead."
Harry felt the sharp sting of tears in his eyes, every word echoing in his head, piercing his heart like a hundred knives forcefully struck into it at once, he took a step back, the weight of the words pushing him.
Harry was heaving now, his hands shaking, unable to bear firstly, the shock of seeing Malfoy in their living room holding Scorpius and secondly the hurt of the words that still hung in the air now, making it smell like freshly split blood.
Malfoy placed Scorpius on the sofa and walked over to Harry, taking hold of his left hand, he raised them to his lips and kissed them "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Harry" He wiped off a tear and cleared his throat "It's just that I've only heard him call Astoria that and her death is still a fresh wound. She was my everything, she was my best friend."
Harry looked at him and down at the hand holding his as he tried to stop hyper ventilating, he repeated in his mind I'm okay, it's okay, Scorpius is safe now, his father is here and that's okay.
He freed his hands from Malfoy's and walked over to Scorpius who was still crying, lifting him up from the sofa where Malfoy had left him and tried to soothe him, "it's okay, it's okay" he whispered more to himself than to the blonde head. "I love you, mama loves you, mumma's here." Bobbing the crying Scorpius who was slowly calming down having recognised Harry's familiar scent and voice.
He walked back to the kitchen, remembering the milk, Scorp was always hungry after a nap. He vanished the broken milk glass bottle with a swish of his wand, fetched another and simmered the milk before feeding the bottle nipple to Scorp's lips.
Malfoy was now seated on the sofa opposite them, and he could feel his stare. Harry looked over at him, he had his head in his hands, "You should eat something, you look tired."
Malfoy looked up at him, he was wearing a black button down shirt and grey dress pants, looking like he just came home from an office job and not from being imprisoned in Azkaban for the past ten months. He had clearly lost some muscle, but he still looked strong. "What have you got?"
"There's some left over toast and bananas near the oven- near a black box next to the tea cups. Or I can fix you up something quick, if you want."
Malfoy stood up to his full height, blocking all the light from the window behind them for a second, casting a shadow on him and Scorpius who had burped and was now snoring, sleeping again in Harry's arms tired from the crying. He walked to the kitchen and Harry heard the sound of plates and cutlery.
Malfoy walked back out with a plate filled with toast and peeled bananas, a jar of jam in the other hand. He sat down at the dining table in the corner of the living room and squeezed his eyes shut, before getting up to close the blinds shut, the blinds now hung before the large window in front of the dining table.
Leaving the plates back in the kitchen sink, after he had finished, Malfoy walked over to them and sat beside Harry and he handed Scorpius over to him. Malfoy cradled him in his arms and bent his face to his head and breathed in his baby's scent, before kissing him on his forehead "He's grown so much", he said as he studied him, the left side of his lip going up as he smiled down at his son.
Harry's heart squeezed with guilt when he thought back to how much he dreaded Malfoy coming back from Azkaban. Malfoy bent down and kissed him again, this time a kiss to each eye lid, how could he have wished that he never come back, when those eyes lit up with so much love and adoration, when they were focused fully on his son whenever he held him, after all he was the father that was unfairly separated from his child. Harry hated himself, how could he have been so selfish.
Harry got up and slowly walked to his room, leaving the two blondes to themselves.
Harry showered and tucked himself for a nap. He woke up some three hours later. Feeling hungry, Harry walked downstairs to the living room to find Malfoy sleeping on the sofa and Scorpius must have woken up sometime before him as he was playing with his favourite snake plushie, hitting Malfoy's leg with it.
Harry giggled softly at the scene, picked Scorpius up and kissed him a hundred times as cuteness aggression took over him, "I missed you so much my baby snake" and turned his cheek to Scorpius who immediately dropped the plushie he was holding and pressed his lips to Harry's cheek, "umm-mah" and Harry's heart melted like warmed butter. He had learned to kiss and Harry would blackmail him for a kiss anytime he wanted something, if Harry was holding something Scorp wanted, the only way he could get it was it he kissed Harry, more strawberries? pay your kiss taxes Scorp, want to go on a walk in their park? pay the kiss tax, want me to sing another lullaby, pay the kiss tax. Again. He knew it could get annoying but Harry just couldn't get enough.
~ * ~
Harry was making dinner for them, Scorp sucked on his thumb as Harry held him balanced in his hip, humming one of Scorp's favourite lullabies he had found in the rhyme book from the Black library, "Baby don't you cry", Malfoy joined him in singing the last line as Harry hummed it, shocked at the sound Harry turned around, he had forgotten Malfoy was with them in the house, always used to just him and his Scorp.
Malfoy was leaning against the kitchen door frame. "My mother used to sing that to me, I never really grew out of it." Malfoy shrugged.
"Well, you have a surprisingly good singing voice."
"So do you."
"I'm making paneer butter masala and naan for dinner, wanna give it a try?" Harry almost giggled out loud at the way Malfoy's eyebrow shot up in confusion as he uttered each word of the Indian dish. "Even Scorp's grown to love paneer."
"Yeah, okay" He turned and walked to the living room.
"You know, it would be really helpful if you could carry him from me for some time, I just did all the cooking with him on my hip" Harry complained teasingly as he plated the table, Malfoy was standing facing the large window in the living room, his hands behind his back, looking out at the garden beneath and the street outside. It was snowing and the warm lighting of the room made his silver hair glow.
Malfoy rolled his eyes. "Well, you don't have to rub it in my face that my son now prefers you to me, Potter. Also it is you that has spoiled him so, he's one year and 6 months now, perfectly capable of walking and standing on his own."
"He loves watching me cook."
"He loves watching you do anything." He rolled his eyes again.
Harry grinned at the truthfulness of that as he served Malfoy the masala tikka, who was now seated opposite his chair at the dining table "He'll grow to like you too, don't worry yourself."
Malfoy stared at him and then smiled at the jest. They both turned to Scorpius who was biting into his soft paneer fastened in his baby chair.
He spotted the cup of strawberries, a staple at the Grimmauld for the past ten months and reached out. "Thaw- bweddy, mama, Sthaw bweddyy", turning to Harry in request.
Malfoy's brows shot up at that, looking from him to Scorp, Harry smiled, "Yeah, he knows a lot more words now, wait, watch this."
Harry turned to Scorp, "Scorp? Do you want to give papa a kiss? Kiss papa, please?"
Malfoy caught on and leaned in, Scorp dropped the paneer on his plate and leaned towards Malfoy's cheek, Malfoy inched closer as Scorp pressed his lips to Malfoy's cheeks and parted with a "ummm- mah" and proudly looked at Harry.
Malfoy leaned back laughing, his eyes crinkled up at the edges, and Harry wanted to kiss them.
He had never seen Malfoy laugh so heartily, and it shocked Harry how much Scorp looked like him when he laughed.
"Okay I did not expect the last part, you're too adorable aren't you?" with that he picked Scorp up from his seat, and held him over his arm, kissing him as he fed him the rest of his dinner and Harry watched the two blonde heads with a soft smile, his heart sighed.
~ * ~
Dinner was over and Malfoy was with him in the kitchen, helping Harry clean up and did not remark on how Harry did everything without magic, the muggle way, and joined him to do it the same.
They then joined Scorp who was in the living room playing with his plushies on the carpet, Harry snuggled up in his sofa with his book on magical children's stories as Malfoy began playing with Scorp. He couldn't really concentrate as he kept peeking at Malfoy who now had Scorp standing on his two bare feet, in a way that each time Malfoy moved one feet forward Scorp moved backwards as his feet were on Malfoy's. When Malfoy moved faster than he should, Scorp erupted in laughter with no fear of falling as his hands were held by his Papa. How can someone be so manly but soft and adorable at the same time? These two will be the death of me he thought. Malfoy caught him staring at him more than once and would hold his gaze till Harry blushed like a stupid school girl and broke away, looking back at his book.
Harry and Scorp were playing on the bed, when Malfoy came out the shower, he was wearing Harry's robe it looked a little funny on him as it only reached above his ankles and he could tell Malfoy was annoyed at that, he was not one to wear hand me downs.
Harry's heart beat a little faster as the bed dipped when Malfoy climbed on to it and moved over till he was next to Scorpius, and turned on his side, now they both faced each other with Scorp laying between them.
It felt very unusual for Harry to have a man in his house with them, more unsettling and distracting that it was a very attractive man at that, he could now smell Malfoy from how close the three were and he smelt like baby soap.
Harry worried his lips with his teeth and Malfoy's eyes followed the movement before licking his own, "Does he sleep at your side like this on the bed?"
"No I just cuddle him here as I sing to him till he falls asleep and them lay him in his crib" pointing to Scorp's crib at the corner of the bedroom with a raise of his chin.
Malfoy stayed silent waiting for Harry to sing, the two blondes looking at him to start, Harry cleared his throat animatedly and Malfoy smiled and rolled his eyes, Harry began to sing the song that Malfoy sang along to in the kitchen.
Scorp inched closer into Harry's warmth, till he was buried in Harry's side and Harry held him there, kissing his drooping eyes, Malfoy inched closer to them, "Aye, now I feel left out" and Harry giggled, his blush now growing darker.
Soon Scorp was snoring, and they both looked on at the prefect child as if he were a miracle, Harry broke the moment by lifting him up and walking to the crib, and gently placed him in.
Harry walked back to his bed and it dipped just a little as he uncomfortably sat on the edge, Malfoy was making him nervous now lounging on his bed like he belonged there.
The silence grew louder as Malfoy didn't speak and was just staring at him, so Harry desperately tried to make an attempt at diffusing whatever weird tension they always had since he came home, "I'm really sorry about Ast-"
"Astoria was a close friend, I'm gay, Potter" with that he reached from his place in the bed and grabbed Harry's hands with a strong grip pulling him towards the centre of the bed. He cupped his head with one hand twisting it at a suitable angle as he pressed his lips to Harry's and consuming them in a heated and possessive kiss. He simultaneously moved himself to the centre as well and lifted Harry to his lap, so that Harry was now straddling Malfoy's lap, his body pressed flush against him.
Harry moaned before he could react consciously and pushed back with shock, one moment he was at the edge of the bed, and now he was in the middle of it, straddling Malfoy's lap.
"Oh come on, we've been way too domestic to not have tasted each other's lips yet and you're so fucking sexy being all mommy" He plunged in with his tongue counting all of Harry's teeth with it and swirling it around Harry's.
"Malfoy, your son is literally right across the room?" Harry was out of breath now, he wanted more, he wanted to burn up with their robes that were separating their bodies that ached for each other's touch. But Scorpius was still on the back of Harry's mind as always and it made it awkward.
"Oh, are you loud in bed?" He asked his tone laced with false curiosity, Harry rolled his eyes and cast a wandless Muffliato Charm soundproofing their bed for the time being. Harry then took hold of Draco's hair, and forced him into a kiss, pouring in all the passion he felt for him from the moment he first saw Malfoy when he had lowered his hood at the door.
"Merlin..... woah Harry" Draco was breathless now as he grinned up at him looking exactly like Scorpius, his chest heaving, his hands by his side on the bed, supporting him. "You're more feisty than you let on, mama."
"Get these fucking robes off" Harry ignored the painful twitch his cock made when Malfoy called him mama and grit his teeth, fighting with the knot on Malfoy's robe.
Draco laughed and shoved off Harry's hand and undid the knot before removing the robe off him, and removed Harry's as well, throwing them off the bed as Harry greedily ran his hands through his hard muscles.
"Oh, you like that baby?" Malfoy teased and crunched up one arm in an L, showing off his bulked up arm, Harry's eyes turned a dark green and he started grinding his ass on Malfoy's dick leaning back to do so supporting himself with one hand on the bed, his other hand still rubbing on and feeling up Malfoy's abs.
Malfoy leaned back and moaned at the feeling of Harry's plump arse rubbing and pushing against his dick. He let go and his head hit the pillows, his now free hands grabbing Harry's arse and hips, "Ride me Harry, come on push it in baby" He pleaded, almost and too soon on the edge.
Harry stopped at that, "No, you fuck me first, Daddy" tasting the word on his tongue for the first time, grinding on him as he said it.
"You naughty brat" Draco spanked his arse hard and Harry screamed not having expected it, but before he could complain, Draco was up in a second flipping them over, now looming on top of Harry.
Harry grabbed Draco's cock pulling on it in a nice grip, moving his hand on the thick cock in a lazy rhythm in revenge to his arse still stinging deliciously from the spank and Draco was about to loose all function of his legs as they struggled to keep their balance above Harry, his incoherent moans begging Harry to stop or he would come right then.
Harry finally did and Draco quickly got to work, unable to wait any longer, they both now shared the same goal: Getting to the fucking.
He lifted harry's hips, holding him up to Draco's face, as Draco sat back on the bed and dug his tongue into Harry's smooth arse, licking a line to his crack. And Harry got loud when he started fucking his hole with his tongue, tasting him.
Well they would have to cast a second muffilato charm when he would actually fuck him Draco thought as he now magically lubed up his fingers and began scissoring two of his digits into Harry, as he gasped and leaped up shortly from the bed at the feeling.
Draco felt a tad bit selfish as he got on his knees and positioned himself at Harry's entrance, knowing he wasn't open enough but he couldn't help it, his dick was leaking to much and hurting from all the sounds Harry was making, without further thought, Draco rammed in, his vision going white at the vice grip of Harry's tight hole on his dick. Harry screamed and thrashed, his nervous system overwhelmed by being filled to the brim, pain and pleasure coursing through. He then set a moderate pace, shivering as he dragged himself through Harry's consuming heat, as Harry's channel adjusted to and accommodated his length.
"We could start a family just like this Harry, Scorpius can have someone to play with huh?" Harry whimpered trying to grab purchase of anything, he settled for a bruising grasp on Draco's bicep, as Draco picked up the pace, fucking into him making Harry shake like he was a rag doll. He managed to open his eyes and lifted his head to look at him, he had read that wizards could get pregnant if they shared a close bond.Was Draco serious about this?
"Yes, yes, I am, we could start a family Harry, you make a very good mama, and I'll work hard to provide for all the babies you'll bear for me. You don't have to worry about a thing, baby."
Harry dropped his head back to the pillow at the scene it brought to his head, and it hit Harry how much just thinking about it satisfied his soul, this was what he was made for, having and caring for the children of a man he loved, a man who respected him for the choice and loved him back, and they could shut out the whole world expecting him to hunt down bad guys and hurt more people in the process, something that hurt his soul and made him miserable. This, what Draco was now offering, proposing, would save his soul. He would have a family. Finally.
Draco bent down and licked Harry's tears, kissing him all over, "I love you so much Harry, what did I ever do to deserve you?" He prayed as he trailed wet kisses down his stomach.
Harry was still hard and it pained him, he rutted against Malfoy's face, "Fuck me, Draco, please fuck me now" he cried.
Draco hands clamped themselves down on Harry's, his mind over taken by lust and want, unable to be outside and away from Harry's heat any more, he pushed himself in again and began fucking him without breaking the pace, unable to stop even if he tried.
Harry had lost grip of all his sensations. He couldn't think, see, feel or hear anything as his whole being focused and sang at the drag of Draco's dick filling him up as it pushed in and out of him. He faintly heard wet sounds and himself moaning Draco's name, begging him to give him all of his babies.
"Take that mama, take all of me" Draco grit his teeth, fucking into him with earnest, now chasing his orgasm.
Harry screamed at an embarrassingly high pitch as he came, spilling all over Draco's chest.
Draco soon followed, falling on Harry, almost crushing him unable to move his legs from the force of the orgasm. Harry pushed him off of him, and cupped his large face, kissing him wetly on the lips, sucking and licking them.
Draco finally came to, and pulled his sleeping Harry to his chest, cradling in his tiny head in the crook of his neck and he wrapped a protective arm around his hips.
"The paneer stuff tasted really good, you're gonna fatten up all our children, baby" He smiled fondly and pressed a kiss to Harry's soft hair.