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The aching sound of silence filled the dark bedroom, only interrupted by the heavy rhythmic breathing of the two exhausted bodies that populated the room. Draco Malfoy’s been awake all night, his thoughts not letting him get a wink of slumber as he tried his best not to wake the warm burly body beside him. Here he was, stuck in one of the rooms in the Gryffindor living quarters, bare as the day he was born, tucked in the comfortable bed of the boy he swore he despised. The alcohol in his system churned in his core, making him feel disoriented and nauseous – or at least that’s what he told himself as he tried his best to ignore the other presence in the room. A thick blanket barely covered his entire frame as he was forced to share it with the well-built body beside him whose body heat was enough to keep him warm despite it. His own body ached at every delicate and calculated movement as it was completely sore from all the physical exertion just hours ago, yet Draco couldn’t find it in himself to regret it.

He wasn’t entirely sure what damage was done to him, but it felt like he was recovering from being mauled by a wild Hippogriff. Despite the lingering discomfort, Merlin knew he had thoroughly enjoyed himself; Draco just silently hoped that his body recuperated enough before the day came as he was left alone with nothing but the darkness of the room and his haunting thoughts for hours. Every loud snore that came out of Harry’s mouth caused him to flinch as his heart raced at the mere thought of the savior seeing him in this vulnerable state. Blissfully, Harry seemed to be deep in slumber throughout the night, however, Draco’s paranoia prevented him from letting down his guard. All he could do was recall the events that lead to this moment.

Harry was nothing but warm and kind towards him, despite the years of torment he had inflicted upon the Savior. At times, Draco didn’t know if Harry’s kindness was the universe’s boon or a punishment towards him, all he knew was that it was undeserved. The boy always made a valiant effort to chat with him, while the rest of the student body justifiably avoided him like the plague. Even most of his former Slytherin confidants seemed too ashamed to associate with an ex-death eater, despite being from the same side. The few ones who still sought after his company did so on the assumption that Draco was staging a secret revolution to revive the Dark Lord or whatever convoluted ideas they created in their heads.

Harry had extended an invite to a small get together between the Eighth Years where they indulged themselves to booze and made merry. Usually, he would avoid these social situations as much as possible, but Draco found himself apprehensively agreeing despite knowing that he wasn’t much of a welcome member to the rest of the student body. He felt his heart race in his chest as he remembered Harry’s words.

“There’s a small party tonight in the Gryffindor common room. Some of the guys managed to sneak in some bottles of firewhisky from The Three Broomsticks.” Harry informed him after Potions, while everyone else promptly left the room but not before sparing Draco a suspicious glance. “You should come, I’ll be sure to save you a glass.”

“As much as I enjoy a night of debauchery, I don’t think my presence is welcomed,” answered Draco as he avoided looking directly into those emerald irises. He scanned the surroundings of the empty room, hoping to find an opening to exit the conversation. “Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy the festivities.”

“C’mon loosen up a little, Draco.” Draco was ready to exit the conversation and pretend that it didn’t sting that nobody had told him about the party, but a gentle grip wrapped around his wrist as Harry insisted with a kind smile and an earnest look. His deep voice made Draco’s ears flush red as he softly added. “I want you to come.”

It was a gracious olive branch, one that Draco desperately took. It was as if he was completely powerless to Harry’s request. But how did he, an infamous former Death Eater, end up in bed with the Wizarding World’s beloved savior?

To be fair, Harry was the one who sought after him that night, and he had been the one to kiss Draco after staring at him all night. It all began the moment he walked into the room, and surprised almost everyone.

“Draco, I’m so glad you made it!” Harry had practically ran up to him in excitement as he welcomed Draco into the party. He could see several surprised and concerned gazes directed towards their way, particularly some harsh looks from the witches that Harry was previously having a conversation with, but he found that he swelled with pride at being easily able to capture Harry’s entire attention.

“Well, after you practically got down on your knees, it would be cruel of me not to attend even for just a little while,” jested Draco with an awkward laugh, trying his best to emulate his old playful haughtiness that he wore akin to a piece of armor. Harry seemed to smirk at his answer as he inched closer to him. It was only then Draco had finally managed to take a good look at the savior – Harry was dressed in tight muggle clothing which admittedly Draco found more suitable for him rather than those baggy robes. His shirt accentuated his apparently large biceps and the impressive growth of his physique from his scrawny body a few years ago. It was moments like these where Draco had fully understood why the Savior of the Wizarding World was so desired.

“Here I saved you a drink.” Harry handed him a cup of brown substance that seemingly came out of nowhere. Draco graciously accepted the drink and hoped that whatever was in the liquid was strong enough to dampen his self-awareness; he took a swig and relished the burning sensation down his throat, hopefully his inhibitions will be lower sooner rather than later. “It’s charmed so you don’t have to worry about refills.”

He had expected Harry to leave him for dead once he had greeted him, but the taller boy lingered by his side for almost the entire night, keeping Draco company. It was as if there was nobody else in the room with the way Harry hung on Draco’s every word, and dedicated his entire focus on Draco despite the more than interested parties surrounding both of them.

In fact, several wixen even approached Harry hoping to pull him away, yet he stayed by Draco’s side, much to everyone else’s chagrin. It was embarrassing, having to hover while others tried to flirt with Harry while ignoring his very presence. Thankfully, the alcohol aided in making it all blur together quickly, and his cup remained always full despite taking several sips throughout the night.

“Are you alright, Draco?” Harry whispered in his ear, as Draco flinched at sudden the warm breath on his nape. “You look a little flushed.”

“Don’t tell me you’re a light-weight, Potty,” teased Draco back with a light chuckle as he placed a finger on Harry’s chest. Admittedly, Draco pulled that finger away a few seconds too late as he got caught up with the plush softness of Harry’s chest. The only indicator that he was caught red-handed was a hearty laugh coming from the boy himself. Apparently, he had consumed enough alcohol at this point to easily tease Harry and not care about social graces.

“Nah, I’ve only drunk as much as you did,” answered Harry with an amused smile before he took a long swig of his cup. Before he knew it, Harry had guided him towards the balcony where the noise of the party was damped and they had more privacy than usual. “You seem like you needed to take a breather.”

Harry’s earnest consideration immediately sobered Draco up as he remembered exactly where he was. Here he was in the middle of a party that he was never formally invited to, hogging all the attention of the boy who everybody wanted. Guilt started to pool in the blonde’s stomach as the chilling sensation of insecurity crept up his spine. 

Despite this, Draco maintained his silence as took in the cold breeze of the night. Even in just pure silence, Harry seemed perfectly content with staying with Draco as he made no movement to leave the blonde. As time went by, the guilt started to become unbearable as he didn’t want to be an obligation, so he decided to break the silence.

“You know you don’t have to stay with me.” Draco quietly admitted with a slight jest. “I’m sure everybody else doesn’t want the savior to be on guard duty.” He glanced at Harry, only to be met with an unimpressed expression at his self-deprication. “Go have fun inside, enjoy the rest of the night, I might leave soon anyway.”

“But I am having fun,” easily answered Harry, his gaze not once leaving Draco’s face.

“See, this is really how I know you’re pissed out of your mind.” Draco shot him an incredulous look. “How in the bloody hell are you having fun, sitting in silence with me? I know the liquor helps but-”

“You know for years, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be friends with you.” Draco felt his heart flutter at this casual confession. ”I’ve gotten along with most people, some might even say to my detriment. But despite all our little tiffs and everything we’ve been through, that curiosity never waned. I’m just in awe at the fact that I could easily just talk to you now, especially considering that you used to hate me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, of course, I don’t despise you.” Draco found himself scoffing with no real heat. “You don’t need me to sing your praises since you’re probably used to hearing all about it from everybody else, Mr. Savior.”

Harry took another drink from his cup before saying. “You’re not like everybody else, Draco.” Those emerald irises seemed to pierce right through Draco’s entire being as Harry kept his gaze steady. “I’m just glad that we’re finally friends.”

A smug grin formed on Draco’s face. “Is that what we are?”

Insecurity was evident in Harry’s face as he tried to explain while his ears burned in embarrassment. “I mean-“

“I’m clearly pulling your leg, Harry,” Draco playfully nudged Harry’s burly arm as it barely moved an inch.

“What did you just say?”

“Pulling your leg? Isn’t that a muggle saying?” Draco clarified, hoping he hadn’t mixed up his muggle sayings.

There was an earnest glint in Harry’s eye that truthfully made his insides feel warm. Harry spoke with the utmost excitement. “That’s cute but not that, you finally called me Harry! I’ve been Potter for so long, it feels so good to hear my actual name come out of your mouth.” Draco couldn’t help but think of Harry as an overexcited kneazle at this moment, it was probably due to his lowered inhibitions from the alcohol.

“I guess I did.” Draco found himself answering. It never registered in his head that this was the first time he called him by his first name, since he had referred to Harry by his first name in his head for years. “Well, I’ve also noticed you started calling me Draco so I thought it would be apt.”

“It’s more than apt! I love saying your name, it suits you better than just Malfoy.” Excitement was still evident in his tone, which only made Draco’s cheek burn even more. “Besides, we’ve practically spent most of our lives together.”

“I wouldn’t necessarily call what he had as spending our lives together, but then again how do you even explain what we were back then?” Draco had a bashful expression on his face as he reminisced on their past. “Rivals? In retrospect, it all seemed pretty one-sided.”

“I wouldn’t exactly call it one-sided,” answered Harry in a vague fashion. “I don’t exactly know as well, but all I know is that it was pretty intense.” Harry rubbed the back of his head as he chuckled. “I’ll probably regret this when tomorrow comes, but Ron and Hermione used to always chide me for getting too much into my Malfoy fixation.”

“I knew it! You were following me around!” Draco’s pride couldn’t help himself as he exclaimed. “But then again, it was probably warranted considering my track record of being a total prat.” 

Harry just smiled warmly at him. “I’m just glad that we got over it and became friends.”

Friends. Is that what they were?  Draco’s heart fluttered at Harry’s easy declaration. Despite it all, Harry considered him as a friend. Draco had finally got what he wanted, but he knew inside that it’s never enough for him.

“I will admit that much of my previous feelings about you were misguided and frankly childish. I hope you didn’t take them to heart, especially when you’re clearly doing well for yourself.” Draco tilted his head ever so slightly towards Harry before continuing in a softer tone, but loud enough for Harry to clearly hear. “I’m not sure if you really noticed, Harry, but I’m not really the same person that I used to be.”

“I did.” Harry easily replied before jesting with a knowing grin. “But I’m afraid I have to admit that I miss your scathing candor sometimes.”

“Fret not, that’s an attribute that’s innate within Malfoys, I’ve just gotten better at concealing it.” Draco couldn’t help his giggle. “But this is duly noted, I’ll be sure to direct all my candor to you.”

They both shared a warm laugh, the air between them was noticeably lighter. Both ignorant about the fact that both their bodies subconsciously inched closer to each, closing the already small distance between them.

“I’m not really sure what it’s worth, but I do want you to know that I am sorry about everything,” apologized Draco with complete sincerity and remorse. Instead of gracing Draco with a reply, Harry had just averted his gaze and finished the rest of his drink in one gulp. After finally saying those words, it was as if a heavy weight had been removed from his shoulders, so he continued. “I really made your life harder than it already was. I don’t expect you to forgi-”

Before he knew it, Harry had captured his lips in a fervent kiss, which left Draco absolutely dumbfounded. After a few moments of stillness, he decided to finally reciprocate as he moved with the same desperation. Despite the strength of the drink that he had been consuming throughout the night, he found that kissing Harry was far more intoxicating than any beverage.

Draco knew he should’ve pulled away once he had tasted the burn of the lingering firewhisky on Harry’s tongue, but he didn’t. He selfishly allowed himself to get lost in the pleasure being given to him through the boy he had secretly wanted for years. It didn’t matter that they were both probably intoxicated as for a brief moment, Draco felt that Harry had genuinely wanted him.

Draco found himself manhandled into Harry’s arms, those strong hands holding him tightly. “You taste as good as I imagined, baby.” Harry uttered as they both briefly caught their breaths, staring right into Draco’s silver eyes.

“Harry,” sighed Draco as he was caught off-guard by the sudden petname. Harry helped himself to Draco’s lips once again to which Draco graciously allowed.

“Fuck, I’ve always wanted to do this, but I knew Ron would kill me,” confessed Harry after he pulled away briefly to caress Draco’s cheek. “I couldn’t help myself.”

“Harry, you’re babbling,” said Draco with an amused laugh. It was as if Draco was in a complete trance, and all he wanted was the pleasure that Harry was giving him.

Curious hands caressed Draco’s curves as Harry whispered into his ear. “Merlin, I want to put a baby in you.” Draco felt his cheeks burn with so much intensity, he felt like he might combust.

Suddenly, a firm sensation started to poke into Draco’s side. “Harry!” Draco reprimanded him with no real heat, as he helped himself to Harry’s clear arousal.

“We could raise them in the Burrow,” continued Harry before he started trailing kisses on Draco’s neck. Draco’s figure suddenly stiffened and went rigid, yet the man in front of him seemed ignorant to this sudden change. It was as if he was plunged in a frigid pool of water, all intoxication seemingly gone upon hearing the words that came out of Harry’s mouth. Did Harry think he was somebody else? What in the world did he have to do in the Burrow? In fact, he’s the last person who would be welcome into that home.

Draco’s pride refused to let that comment slide; the blonde needed to find out so he pulled away from the taller boy, which rewarded him with a deep whine. He looked up at the man that his heart yearned for and asked hesitantly. “Harry, who am I?” 

Clear amusement crinkled in his emerald irises before he answered with a goofy grin. “My future wife.”

“I’m being serious, you inconsiderate brute.” All amusement was gone from Draco’s tone. All he needed was an indicator that Harry knew it was him, and not somebody else. All he needed was for Harry to say his name.

There was an imperceptible expression on Harry’s face before he finally replied. “I’m being serious as well, if you’ll have me.”

Instead of anticipated flattery, the pang of hurt in Draco’s chest was enough to reduce him into tears. It didn’t matter any longer if Harry knew it was him, as at the end of the night, all he will be is a warm body on his mattress. He pulled away completely from Harry and made his way to exit the balcony, hoping to leave with what’s left of his dignity intact.

“Hey!” A tight grip wrapped around his waist, holding Draco in place as a deep concerned voice asked. Draco couldn’t bear to look at him right now as he knew the moment he catches a glimpse of those expressive emerald irises, he will inevitably fold. “Where do you think you’re going?”

Staring directly ahead, Draco was faced with several pairs of eyes on him from inside the common room, looking at him menacingly. It seemed that they weren’t as secluded as he presumed, resulting in a front-row seat for several wixen to their intimacy. They all looked at him with unchecked detestation, especially after the war where they had all dropped the decency of concealing their distaste for him. Draco was also privy to some of the looks of concern directed towards Harry’s way as the taller boy hadn’t let up his grip around him. Their minds are probably running rampant with accusations of Draco seducing the beloved savior for his own nefarious selfish means. Even in this moment where he was hurting, he was seen as nothing more than the villain.

At that very moment, Draco had made his decision. He had allowed others to walk all over him due to his own shame about his transgressions during the war, but there was no need to remain cordial with people who assumed the worst of him – they easily mistook his courtesy for weakness.

He turned back to look at Harry with lidded eyes. If he was going down, he might as well make the most of it. Draco purred out in a silky voice, hoping to conceal the hurt in his heart. “I thought you wanted to put a baby in me?”

It goes without saying that Harry wholeheartedly accepted his offer as he practically dragged Draco’s body into his private living quarters, undeterred from the worried glances from the rest of his friends. That night almost everyone in attendance saw the beloved savior of the Wizarding World leave the party earlier than usual with his arms lovingly wrapped around the waist of a Slytherin Death Eater. Draco knew that he signed his fate that night, and all because of his unchecked greed.

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A particularly loud snore broke Draco from his reverie as he was forcefully taken back into the dark bedroom, Harry still deep asleep beside him. He knew he should’ve sneaked out the moment he felt the older boy stopped moving which was embarrassingly, just a mere few minutes of Harry releasing his seed inside him. Draco knew that he was a mere slave to his whims as his greed got the better of him, so he made the foolish decision to savor his brief time with Harry. He stared at the slow rise of Harry’s bushy chest as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. His fingers twitched in anticipation as he badly wanted to run his digits across that soft fur, but he knew he couldn’t.

Despite the fact that Harry had just violated him in the best ways possible a few hours earlier, Draco was still overcome with apprehension. He didn’t even bother cleaning up the mess between his thighs as he could still feel the sticky remnants of Harry’s seed inside of him. Maybe this was his own version of a personal hell, having the man he had yearned for to be so close yet so far. In truth, he wasn’t quite sure if sleeping with Harry was just the universe’s cruel sense of humor – allowing him this piece of heaven before depriving him of it for the rest of his life.

Draco settled with passing the time by simply looking at the savior. For years, he often avoided the gaze of Harry, as it usually spurred some strange feelings within him, but this time he allowed himself to look to his heart’s content. Harry seemed at peace for once, and it did wonders for his already handsome profile. Silently, Draco envied the witch that would get to see this sight for the rest of her life. Godric knew that this was the only opportunity he’ll ever have.

Briefly, he imagined a world where Harry had loved him and wanted to spend the rest of their lives together. Maybe in a world where he was kinder and less prideful. However, instead of comfort or joy, all this thought brought him agony as he knew that it would be an impossible feat.

Seeing the sun finally rise through the orange glow coming from the high windows, Draco knew this was the end of their love affair. He carefully crawled out of bed making sure not to disturb Harry’s sleeping figure. He put on his robes haphazardly and made his way to the door, but not before looking back at the marks he had left on Harry’s bare torso, the only evidence he was ever there.

He finally let out that breath he wasn’t aware he was holding once he had left the room. After a night of carnal bliss, he was exhausted both physically and mentally. It was an obvious drunken mistake, but in truth, Draco was sober enough to memorize every loving touch, passionate kiss, and gentle caress into his mind. Even for a brief fleeting moment, it really seemed that Harry Potter had wanted him, and Draco will forever treasure that memory.

Despite the physical attraction and passion that just confirmed Harry had for him, Draco knew that whole thing with Potter was hopeless. He knew that Harry would never see him that way nor even be capable of overlooking the sins of his past. He clearly hasn’t himself so why would the savior? Right now, he'll settle for this.

It seemed like his assumptions were correct because after the incident, Harry didn’t seem to pay him attention any longer. If their previous dynamic was plagued with playful taunts, lingering stares and challenging smirks, now it was only filled with feigning ignorance at each other’s presence.

He naively lingered around Harry, hoping the savior would strike up a conversation with him like he usually did. A delusional unchecked part of him expected Harry to chase after him with a grand gesture and heartfelt confession in tow. However that was far from the truth as after their incident Harry had begun to ignore him. Those olive branches had withered into prickly thorns.

Admittedly, the pang in Draco’s chest would intensify after every time Harry disregarded him, treating him just like most of the Hogwarts student body. However, all of Draco’s hopes were dashed once he had overheard a couple of underclassmen gossiping in the common room. In his defense, he didn’t mean to listen in, he just so happened to be reading a book in one of the sofas when the commotion started.

“Did you hear?!” An unfamiliar voice called out with a volume too loud as they entered the room. “Ginny and Harry finally got together!”

A feminine voice responded with an excited squeal. “Thank Merlin, I’ve always wondered what took him so long.”

“I knew those rumors about him bedding the Death Eater were false,” they all shared some gregarious laughter. “Did you seriously even believe that for a second?”

“I guess Harry will finally get that large family that he always wanted.” One commented with a haughty tone. “Merlin knows he deserves it.”

“Well last I heard, he already practically lived in the Burrow with the rest of the Weasleys, so it was bound to happen,” said another one with a softer volume yet loud enough for Draco to easily overhear. 

Upon the mention of the Burrow, it felt like all the air in the room dissipated as Draco felt like he was suffocating. He couldn’t take it anymore, others and social graces be damned. He needed to leave. 

Draco immediately made his presence known which rendered the others speechless as he practically ran out of the room, only to collide with a burly body, which held him up that prevented him from falling on his arse. The way those hands held him felt oh so familiar as his heart dropped to his stomach upon immediate recognition of who he had just bumped into.

“Watch where you’re going, Ferret!” Ginevra spat out with a sneer.

Draco didn’t even pay her any mind as all his attention was focused on Harry’s interlaced fingers with hers. His gaze trailed upwards only to be met with those familiar emeralds steady on his figure. Harry was staring right at him, displeasure evident in his face. It genuinely felt like Harry was about to say something, but all he did was let go of Draco and averted his gaze from the blonde.

After a few seconds of being painfully dumbstruck by this sudden encounter, Draco hastily bolted to his own private quarters, uncaring about the audience that bore witness to his frantic escape. This was the cruel reminder that he needed to ground himself back to reality. Harry never wanted him, nor was he his to have, no matter how hard he had wanted it. All life had for him was anguish and torment, and there was nobody else to bear the burden but himself. There was no salvation for Draco Malfoy, not even from a savior.

It was obvious to Draco that Harry was plagued with regret about the whole experience based on his reaction. Draco was mature enough to admit to himself that he was hurt by his easy dismissal. Especially after confirming that those sweet nothings Harry had confessed to him, were never intended for him, but rather Ginevra. He was nothing but an antagonist in Harry Potter’s story, and there was no indication that he could be anything but. He had long processed this reality, but a naive part of him was still emboldened by hope. He shouldn’t be especially after he long prepared his heart for this outcome, but in the end, he still was.

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Life seemed to have a vendetta against Draco, but that's no surprise to him as he has lived through enough of its harsh cruelties to be acutely aware of this. After a myriad of strange symptoms that he had to agonizingly endure, Draco suspected that he was pregnant a few months after that night. Currently, he was puking his guts out in the boys’ lavatory. He was so caught up in the acidic sensation in his throat and the wet tears that poured out of his eyes that he didn’t notice the new presence that had just entered the room.

“Are you alright, mat- Malfoy?!” A grating voice called out as Draco cursed the universe for choosing one of the worst possible people to bear witness to his vulnerability. “Merlin’s saggy balls, have you’ve gotten yourself knocked up, ferret?!”

There was a scathing reply on the tip of Draco’s tongue, but before he could utter a single syllable, bile rose up in his throat – he inched his head closer to the commode.

“Which stupid prat managed to-” Ron continued, but abruptly stopped once it dawned on him that the last person Draco was seen with was nobody else but his best mate. “Oh.” A beat of silence before Ron continued in the lower voice. “Does he know?” 

“Do you really want your beloved savior’s reputation tainted with being associated with some Death Eater whore’s bastard child?!” Draco scathingly barked out as he shot Ron a nasty glare, uncaring about his current unchaste state.

Ron’s silence spoke volumes as the question echoed throughout the room. Draco took this time to compose himself as he stood up and walked to the sinks.

“That’s what I thought, but fret not, Ronald,” snapped Draco as he tried to wash away the evidence of his nausea from his face. “I’ll make sure to make myself and my bastard child scarce if you just keep your gob shut.”

“But-“ Ron tried to argue, but Draco beat him to it. “We both know that this is for the best for everyone.”

“Harry won’t let anything happen to you, to both of you!” Ron reasoned out as a last ditch effort to convince the blonde. This stopped Draco in his tracks as he took a deep breath.

“What makes you sure that it’s his? Maybe all those rumors are true that I’m carrying the Dark Lord’s heir.” Draco turned back and looked at him directly in his eyes. “Besides, do you really want to condemn your best friend into a life with somebody he hates?”

“Harry doesn’t hate you,” easily answered Ron, confused by the accusation. “This is beyond your one-sided feelings, Draco.”

Draco’s mouth let out a mocking scoff. “Isn’t he courting your sister? Do you really think he could take care of me and our child when he has a whole life to look forward to? Hasn’t he suffered enough?”

“Draco, haven’t you?” Ron called out to him with an eerily somber and serious tone, which rendered the blonde briefly speechless. He continued, “As much as I take absolute pleasure in you facing the repercussions of your actions, nobody deserves this cruelty. Do you even have some to rely on? I know you broke contact with your parents, and those leeches you used to call your friends don’t associate with you any longer.”

“I’m not alone, not anymore.” Draco found himself saying as he absent-mindedly caressed his stomach.

“Raising a child is no easy feat, Draco.” Ron continued yet Draco couldn’t discern any malice in his tone. “Could you even bloody fend for yourself, now that you have nothing aside from your tainted notoriety?”

“What? Do you want to follow in your father’s footsteps, deciding to take a Malfoy for yourself as well?” Draco cruelly jabbed knowing that their fathers’ secret romance was always a sore spot for the Weasley boy.

“Draco, I’m being serious,” replied Ron undeterred by Draco’s provocation. “It doesn’t have to be Harry, I could help-”

Those silver irises scanned the ginger boy’s figure for any sign of malice or vindictiveness, but all Draco saw was earnest concern which only upset him further. He slid into that venomous snark as he sneered out before exiting the lavatory. “This whole savior facade doesn’t suit you, Weasley.”

Draco immediately booked an appointment with a shady private healer that confirmed his pregnancy. He was warned about the sensitivity and the hazards of magical male pregnancies. Furthermore, it was confirmed that his pedigree as a pureblood wizard made him more fertile, which drastically increased the probability of his pregnancy. He found himself laughing at the irony of what he used to take so much pride in, leading to his own undoing.

Despite this, Draco reacted with an usual passivity towards the situation as he placidly accepted his new fate. He was going to have a baby. He hasn't even graduated from Hogwarts, and even spared a thought of what to pursue next, but he's about to bring a life in this world. 

Ironically enough, sometimes Draco felt like he was akin to a Hippogriff they have yet to put down. Memories of his cruelty to Buckbeak flashed in his eyes as guilt and regret churned in his stomach.

After the war, he didn’t know what else he had to live for. All he seemed to do was to waste and decline despite getting away scott-free. However, having a baby changes all of this as he couldn’t just live for himself any longer. He had somebody else to consider.

Admittedly, his thoughts went to Harry first, especially after hearing what that Weasel had to say. He knew if Harry would ever find out about this, he would feel obligated to stay by Draco’s side. The prat has too much of a savior complex to neglect his child even if it was just a bastard.

And Draco... can't have that. He simply can't bear it. Beyond this, he will not subject his child to seeing a loveless relationship.

Draco wasn’t going to force a man who can’t even stand him, settle on him due to unfortunate circumstances and arbitrary obligation. He wasn’t going to let himself and his child be the center of resentment in Harry. Call Draco a romantic, but he yearned for a future where his husband wholeheartedly adored him. He won't stand for anything less for him... and his baby.

He finally made the executive decision to keep his pregnancy to himself, for the good of everyone, but especially his own. Thankfully, they will graduate from Hogwarts in a few months, so he was free to disappear to his heart’s desire. There was nothing here to hold him down any longer, maybe, the change in environment would be beneficial. Besides, Harry started dating that Weaselette anyway, so he could still happily settle down and have a whole quidditch team made out of his children.

Consider this the last act of kindness he’ll ever do for the boy who broke his heart.

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Swallowing all his pride, Draco had decided to come live at home in Malfoy Manor. It was difficult returning to a place that haunted his mind, especially during the war where his home housed the Dark Lord himself. Furthermore, it was bizarre coming home to a place that he had once called his home, all his happy memories tainted by events that occurred in just a few years. Everything looked eerily similar to how it did years ago as if nothing had transpired throughout the years.

Draco knew firsthand that rumors were circulating that the Malfoys had promptly abandoned the Manor after the Ministry had plans of reclaiming the property as a means of reparations after the war. Nobody else had dared to enter the property as they knew that was where the Dark Lord had set up base so it was probably still dangerously potent of dark magic. What they didn’t know was that his parents were still living in Malfoy Manor, reaping the benefits of the assumption that they’ve escaped to some unknown land.

Hiding in plain sight was his best option, and that fact that they didn’t have a single galleon nor even a knut to his name. He could afford a bruised ego, especially after it has been already battered all this time, just for the sake of his child.

“Draco, my child,” a familiar feminine voice called out from the sitting room. “Is that you?” 

Draco walked into the sitting room and promptly answered as he gave his mother a hug. “Yes, mother.” 

“My star, you’ve finally come home.” A new voice uttered in disbelief as it revealed his father who had just entered the room.

“Just temporarily, father,” replied Draco with a saccharine smile directed towards his father.

“Stay as long as you need, my dragon.” Narcissa cooed at him as she ran her fingers through his hair.

“Well, I have some news for the both of you,” announced Draco with a hint of hesitation. “Please take a seat.” He gestured to the canapés in the middle of the room, to which his parents happily obliged.

“Of course, congratulations on your graduation.” Lucius applauded him with a proud look on his face. “Any thoughts about what you want to pursue next? I could always put in a good word for you in the Ministry.”

“No, it’s not that.” Draco took a deep breath before he confessed. “I- I’m with child.”

Two pairs of eyes frantically scanned his face for any sign of deception or jest. “You’re what?”

“I’m pregnant, precisely a few months along.” Draco unbuttoned his robe which revealed the small swell of his stomach. He clearly heard the audible gasp of his mother as his father just gazed upon his stomach. “Who’s the sire?”

“It doesn’t matter.” Draco avoided the question as he continued. “He doesn’t know and I’d like to keep it that way.”

“It does matter!” Lucius' voice echoed throughout the large room. “He should take responsibility and take care of you and your child.”

“I could take care of both of us.” Draco tried to justify his decision.

“I understand, my dragon, but you both deserve the absolute world!” Lucius insisted as he stared right at him. “Anything less than is unbecoming.”

“Enough of that, Lucius!” Narcissa chided her ex-husband with a glare before she walked over to Draco.

“Oh, Draco.” She held him in his arms akin to all those years ago when he was just a child. “Are you certain about having a child?”

Draco felt his eyes tearing up, those walls he had erected to protect himself for years were being demolished by the presence of his mother. “I do.”

Narcissa smiled at him, her joy overcoming her worry as he hugged him tighter. “Well then, you have my congratulations.”

Draco couldn’t repress his tears any longer as he earnestly sobbed on his mother’s comforting shoulder. A few months later, he was wrapped in another warm embrace as his father had joined them.

Thankfully, his parents accepted him with open arms, completely elated at the return of their only son. Even after announcing his pregnancy to them, they still welcomed him with an unusual warmth that he wasn’t accustomed to. He stared at his parents, and he couldn’t help but notice that seemed to age tremendously after the war, despite this, they looked admittedly happier at his presence as if a heavy burden was lifted from their shoulders. It was odd seeing them still live together despite formally separating for a year, in fact, Draco might even argue that this is the closest he had ever seen them.

In truth, Draco felt quite conflicted about his relationship with his parents. He held some resentment for his parents after the war. How could they allow their only child to get caught up in the wrong side of the war, he could never fully understand. He knew if some convoluted it was their way of protecting him by closely associating with the Dark Lord which to an extent guaranteed all of their protection. On the other hand, he had loved them whole-heartedly in all their fucked up glory that was extended upon him.

In addition to this, the fact that his father moved on so quickly with his life after the war, when he was the root of most association with the Dark Lord bothered Draco. How could he allow himself to try to find happiness with Arthur Weasley of all people, as he didn’t have a child and an ex-wife to consider? His mother made no mention nor complaint about her ex-husband’s new relationship as they still got along well. At least some of his worries were placated upon seeing his mother looking well.

That evening as Draco tried to settle into his own bedroom, he was startled by a knock at his door. After a few seconds, his father had entered his room. “May I speak with you privately, my star?”

“Alright, father.” He motioned his father to sit beside him on his bed, which the older man agreed to. They both silently sat in bed as the difficult silence lingered between them.

“You have my apologies for my crass words earlier.” His father solemnly apologized which took him by surprise. It was rare for his father to even utter an apology. “Your announcement just took me by absolute surprise. It didn't register to me how much it cut to my core. I should’ve acted accordingly, which is nothing but unconditional support for you and your child.”

“I don’t think I quite understand, father.” Draco started feeling unnerved by his father’s sudden shift in disposition.

“There’s only a few individuals who know about this, so I hope that you keep this to yourself.” Lucius started as he took a deep breath before he started speaking. “Many decades ago, I was once in the same exact position as you were. I found myself with child during my graduating year of Hogwarts. Magical pregnancies were less prevalent as they are now, so there was some stigma I had to endure. Thankfully, I had my lover with me, so I had somebody to rely on even if we were both embarrassingly unequipped to raise a child.” Draco couldn’t help but notice the genuine smile that formed on his father’s face upon recollecting his past love.

“See, your grandfather was quite unforgiving, he banished me from returning home unless I’ve gotten rid of my bastard spawn.” The sorrow was evident in Lucius’ face as he spoke about Abraxas. “It broke my heart hearing my beloved father, who I had thought loved me unconditionally, easily dispose of me, but I was determined to prove him wrong.”

“We really tried our best, bought a quaint home in the outskirts of a village, tried to support ourselves with nothing but our limited qualifications and education in our pockets. It was fine for a while, great even, I’ve never been happier in my life since we had each other. Despite having to work several odd jobs just to make ends meet, and maintaining a household with no prior experience, I learned for the sake of my family. Until the money wasn’t enough, and we started to quarrel about nonsensical issues which gradually transformed into lingering resentment. It started to feel like our child was the only reason binding us together.” Draco had been listening intently the entire time, before Lucius allowed himself to pause before continuing. “It wasn’t until I had lost our child where I knew that it was really over.”

“Father, I’m so sorry,” escaped out of Draco’s mouth before he knew it, his vision wet with tears.

“Cease your fretting now, my star. I’m quite all right, after decades I believe I’m finally equipped to say that I’m all right.” Lucius wrapped him in a hug, which only made him feel worse, since Draco felt like he was the one who was supposed to comfort his father. “Could I ask what happened next?”

“We decided that going our separate ways was for the best. I believe we both carried some guilt over the loss of our child, taking full responsibility over something that was beyond our control.” Lucius said with a hint of petty resentment in his voice. “I moved back in with your grandfather and decided to become the Malfoy heir while he found himself marrying a suitable witch, and brought her to the house that we have built together.”

There was only one wizard that came into Draco’s mind, but he didn’t know if it was his place to pry further. It made more sense why his father and Weasley patriarch keep on coming back to each other. “Having a child is a blessing if wanted, but it is a difficult journey to take on. Once you have your child, you’ll no longer just live for yourself,” continued Lucius off the cuff as if he had been telling himself for years. “Just know that you have a loving family here to depend on when things get tough. I know we haven’t been the best parents, especially myself, and I apologize for that. No matter what you pursue in life, your mother and I will be there unconditionally supporting you.”

Draco knew that they still had a lot to work on as a family, especially since there’s about to be a new addition, but this was a step into the right direction. It made his heart full knowing that they loved him unconditionally and that’s what he absolutely needed right now.

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Draco was having a son.

It was confirmed by a private professional healer after his parents insisted on making him go get a check up to guarantee the health of his child son. Thankfully, he had a clean bill of health aside from being slightly underweight, and his child was perfectly healthy and growing exponentially as the months progressed.

The healer asked him if he wanted to know the sex of his child, and the thought never really crossed his mind so he agreed. He was then informed that he would be having a boy with small congratulations.

Admittedly, there was a slight pang of disappointment in his chest at the reality that he’s bearing another Malfoy heir. However, that was clearly overwhelmed by the pure joy and excitement of confirming that he had life growing inside of him. It was surreal to even fathom but he was having a son who was currently growing inside him. His thoughts began to center around what his son would be like.

Draco was proud of his lineage, this was undeniable. It was long ingrained within him that Malfoys were quite distinguished with their tall frames, platinum blonde strands, fair complexions, aristocratic features… and their fertile natures apparently as confirmed by his father.

However, he found himself thinking he wouldn’t mind his baby having that familiar shade of emerald for irises, or that gorgeous shade of light chestnut skin.

Or in an ideal scenario, a mix of both.

Take the best of both of them, and hopefully, they'll be a happier child.

The thought oddly comforted him, a child that wasn't just a Malfoy, who wasn’t bound to his family's archaic traditions and lineage. He wasn't sure how'd he'd fare as a parent, but he was willing to give it his all. He had always dreamed of naming a child after the stars just like he was, and maybe, this was the perfect opportunity. 

He wondered how he'll explain the lack of another parent, maybe, a past muggle lover? Regardless, he knew he'll love his child more than enough to make up for it. Above all, what he could hope for was his baby to arrive in this world perfectly happy and healthy and that he would survive to see to it - because he knew that magical pregnancies tend to be fickle and often life threatening.

However, secretly, he had hoped his baby wouldn’t have that unruly bird’s nest of a mane because there are certain things he's not equipped to handle.

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“Why are you crying?” Harry spoke to him ever so softly as he halted his movements, concern dripping from his tone. “Am I hurting you? Do you need me to stop?”

“No, please, keep going,” pleaded Draco with a shaky voice as he tried to give off a placating smile. “I can take it.”

Harry kissed him again, yet he felt more tears spill from his eyes as he took in Harry’s soft mouth. Blissfully, Harry seemed ignorant of Draco’s concealed sorrow as he positioned his length into Draco’s slick entrance. All he could do was stare up at Harry’s handsome rugged face.

Draco relished the ecstasy that was Harry’s large cock inside of him, the searing pain followed by the rush of pleasure as his prostate gland was stimulated by the combination of the sheer size and motions. He also found comfort in the heavy weight on top of him as Harry viciously fucked into him. Despite this, Draco could discern the considerate touches as he made sure that he wasn’t actually hurting Draco and that the pleasure was mutual.

“Fuck, you’re taking me so well, baby.” Harry remarked as he intensified his thrusting, making sure to gently hold Draco’s waist. A surge of guilt overwhelmed Draco knowing that those words were reserved for somebody else. But here he was on the receiving end, hoping that Harry would say his name. “I knew you would be perfect, so perfect for me.”

Draco remained silent as he tried his best to focus on the pleasure that was being handed to him on a silver platter, enjoying every movement. There’s an underlying sense of desperation in the way Harry fucked into him that Draco couldn’t help but observe, as if he knew this was the last time he’d have sex. Or maybe, Draco was just reading into things and Harry typically fucked like a Hippogriff in a rut.

Those emerald irises seemed to pierce right through his entire being as Harry not once broke contact. Draco also tried his best to reciprocate what he had felt, hoping that this could somewhat convince Harry that he was capable of being loved. A foolish and naive endeavour, but an endeavour nonetheless.

“You feel so fucking good, I’m about to come.” Harry warned as he tried to pull away as a courtesy, but Draco immediately locked him in position with his legs. His nails scratched the expanses of skin on Harry’s broad back with Draco tightly held unto him, unwilling to let go. 

“Come inside.” Draco found himself saying before giving his words a second thought. 

Harry responded with a light chuckle as he assumed the position, but not before whispering. “Fuck, I love you.” For that brief moment in time, Draco believed the sincerity of his words. However once the rush of euphoria had faded all he was left was the lingering dread and unease. It wasn’t long before Harry spilled his warm seed inside of Draco as he held him tightly until he started to slowly suffocate underneath all that weight.

Suddenly, Draco woke up in a cold sweat, his own arousal evident in his loins by the sticky wetness between his legs. It took him a moment to realize where he was, and why he was so abruptly woken up from his dream. Memories of that night started to haunt his dreams more frequently, despite it being months since he had last seen Harry.

The arousal from his body was quickly replaced with a sense of dread and regret as he tried his best to not let his thoughts linger. He thought about how these sleeping habits could negatively affect his child, as he gently caressed his own belly. His stomach was noticeably bigger to the point where it had started to shift his own center of gravity. Furthermore, it had started to become an obstacle trying to navigate life as he was no longer able to do certain tasks he was used to – the most glaring example at the moment was successfully getting himself off.

If there was only a way he could drown out those thoughts and numb the pain in his chest. After admitting that all his wishful thinking was inevitably futile. For once, Draco allowed himself to think about Harry again. To his own relief, he hasn’t caught even a glimpse of Harry in months, making sure to avoid any news of the outside world. It was an easy feat as he was technically hiding from the rest of the Wizarding World. The last information Draco knew was that he had joined the Auror program with Weasley, but that was an open secret at this point. They had both concealed their drunken rendezvous like a well-kept secret to the point where it had been reduced into nothing but a comical rumour, which stung more than Draco could admit.

Harry Potter was always an anomaly in Draco’s life and he knew that the feeling was mutual. For most of his life, Draco had been vaguely aware of the Boy who Lived’s existence to his own detriment. It was difficult to properly articulate how he felt towards the boy.

Sometimes he felt like he resented Harry and the world of hurt that he had brought along with his sincere presence and warm smile. Draco both knew he had the scars to prove it, both literally and figuratively. However, when the thought of a world where he had never met Harry Potter crossed Draco’s mind, a world where he was fully ignorant in his bliss with his pride and ego unchecked, yet he found that the thought wasn’t as enticing as he assumed. Harry had irrevocably changed Draco, and he didn’t know what stung more, the fact that Harry was unaware of this change, or that it was completely one-sided.

Furthermore, despite all the anguish to even admit to himself, Draco knew that if he had ceased to exist in Harry’s life, the savior would be completely better off. He knew it was quite hypocritical, demanding Harry’s love when he hadn't even completely figured out how he felt for the man.

It wasn’t that he loved Harry, at least he didn’t think so. He wasn’t naive enough to mistake what he felt for the boy to be love. How could he when they had barely known each other, and the small fragments they had known were them at their worst. Furthermore, he had spent the majority of his life detesting the boy. Sure, he knew this distaste was mostly a bitter reaction from his friendship being rejected all those years ago, but the point still stood.

He was evidently attracted to Harry, but that doesn’t mean anything. If physical attraction was the mere basis for love, then everybody would be constantly in love. Draco could even admit that he yearned for Harry’s attention and affection, but that doesn’t equate to actually loving the savior.

It wasn’t love, it couldn’t be.

If this was love, then Draco hated what love turned out to be. He didn’t want anything to do with it. Even now when he was gearing up to give birth to his child, Draco was convinced that he hadn’t loved Harry. He simply couldn’t.

However, one unanswered question plagued his mind, if this wasn’t love, then why did it hurt this much?

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Draco knew it was reckless going out in public while he’s so far along. But staying inside that mansion was starting to drive him stir-crazy. It was also tempting fate by going to Diagon Alley of all places, but Draco couldn’t help himself. He needed to be surrounded by people who weren’t his mother or father and it needed to be a place he was familiar with to avoid getting lost in case he encountered any trouble. He had hoped the baggy Muggle clothing he was wearing would suffice in concealing his identity and his baby bump. Blissfully, it was around wintertime so his bulky garments didn’t rouse any suspicions as nobody stared at him aside from some interested double-takes from some random wizards. All flattery aside, it was soothing being able to walk down a street without several pairs of eyes dressed in a glare directed his way.

Before he had left, Draco looked at himself in the mirror. His platinum blonde strands have grown out to reach the edge of his shoulders. His parents said that he looked softer and had a healthy glow, which was a more pleasant way of saying that he had gained a significant amount of weight due to the pregnancy. All of these new features made for an admittedly pretty and androgynous figure. He didn’t particularly mind the new changes to his body, but in the back of his mind, he always wondered if he still looked like the terrified boy who pledged his allegiance to the Dark Lord.

Shaking off his lingering insecurities, Draco decided to do some much needed retail therapy while in the area as he allowed himself to splurge using his parents’ wealth. Thankfully, the large scarf he wore obstructed half of his visage which made him more comfortable in going at his own pace, instead of being constantly self-conscious of himself.

He indulged himself with his every whim, purchasing anything that caught his eye, notably several apple-flavored desserts. Oddly enough, he also started getting the cravings for some treacle tart, which was never particularly his dessert of choice – so he had bought a whole box to devour when he arrived at the manor.

It wasn’t until he passed by a store front that was displaying some merchandise of a certain green-eyed savior, where he stopped in his tracks.

A hand-made rag doll had caught his attention, whose emerald stitching seemed to emulate the real thing paired with a darker lightning pattern on the forehead. It was dressed in maroon school robes that seemed way too detailed to be anything but a product of a Hogwarts alumni. The doll had a perpetual smile directed at him, which oddly warmed Draco’s heart.

It was ironic to say the least, especially knowing how he found these goods extremely obnoxious just years ago yet now he found them oddly endearing. Potter memorabilia were dime a dozen especially after the war where their hero worship for the savior was at an all time high. However, there was something so captivating about this particular doll that pulled Draco into a trance. 

Nearby, a couple of children started clamoring, begging their parents for the toy savior – it seemed like the doll was all the rage. A particularly bespectacled boy was hugging the doll so tightly, it innately pulled on Draco’s heartstrings. Consequently, he began to think to what extent he would introduce his son to his sire. It was inevitable for his son to know who Harry Potter is, especially considering Harry’s renown and celebrity in the Wizarding World. Harry was more than just a good man, he was a beacon of hope that everybody needed. Draco entered the shop and lingered as he watched all these children take home their very own savior rag dolls with the brightest smiles on their faces. He wondered if he'd ever find the strength to tell his son the story of the boy who lived – the boy who he had once known.

Before Draco knew it, he had bought the bloody thing and was on the way home after a fulfilling day of shopping.

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It all happened so suddenly, just a few weeks into the New Year when Draco’s water broke when he was trying to prepare himself a meal through Muggle methods – a nasty little habit he had developed as his pregnancy progressed. Thankfully, everyone in the household was present so they acted promptly. They had refurbished one of the guest rooms for childbirth, so Draco was made to rest there until the designated healers arrived. 

A magical home-birth was dangerous, but it was the only option Draco could really afford. It wasn’t like he could have strolled into St. Mungo’s and give birth to his child; it would have been in all the papers before he could even have a chance to meet his son. Blissfully, the Malfoys still had some trusted healers on retainer even after the war, so at least, there were some professionals to assist him. But before he had gone into labor, he had made his parents begrudgingly promise him that he would prioritize saving the life of their grandson rather than his. He tried to comfort himself with the thought that this would be the hardest part, but he knew in the back of his mind that he would have to endure more hardships in the future.

After countless hours of agonizing pain and a new found respect for his parents, his son was finally in his arms. Draco couldn't contain his absolute joy at the sight of his baby. He looked down at his son, his very own flesh and blood.

His son retained those infamous Malfoy blonde locks but it will take a couple of years to guarantee he got away scott-free. Furthermore, based on how his soft cheeks easily reddened, Draco deduced that his son may have inherited the infamous shade of Malfoy alabaster skin.

When his son finally opened his eyes, Draco was met with a familiar shade of emerald. He bit back a sob at the cruel reminder of his previous paramour yet his naive heart still fluttered nonetheless. Draco swore he saw a twinkle of pure awe in his son’s eyes as he looked up at him. 

“Hello, my Star,” said Draco softly with a genuine smile. All those agonizing hours of pain had been well worth it for the pure triumph of having his baby in his arms – a result of his love and nobody else’s. 

Suddenly, a new figure barged inside the room as Draco was met with a familiar face he had only seen again in his dreams. Harry, who was clearly distraught and out of breath, was staring directly at him and the child in his arms.

They both sat in silence as they all were uncertain about what to do next, thankfully his parents brought the healers into another room to discuss the remittance for their service and secrecy.

Deciding to finally break the silence, Draco gritted out through his teeth. “I can’t believe that Weasel actually told you.”

“Ron knew about this?!” Disbelief and hints of outrage was evident in Harry’s face as he exclaimed.

“Watch your volume, it doesn’t matter anymore.” Draco chided him as he silently cursed at his own mistake. He shouldn’t have mentioned Ronald at all, though he did appreciate the ginger’s secrecy. “Why are you even here, Harry?”

“I was looking for you all this time,” answered Harry as he held his gaze.

Draco let out a humorless laugh. “That’s hilarious since the last time I remember, you were quite content with ignoring my presence.”

“I’m sorry, but I really did look for you.” Harry insisted as he stepped closer to them. “You just disappeared without leaving a trace, I thought something had happened to you.”

Draco can’t discern any deception in Harry’s demeanor, yet the petty hurt overtook his mind. “Do you take me for a fool, Potter? I can assure you, I am nowhere located on Ginevra’s tongue,” bit Draco out with a glare. He knew he was starting to sound like a scorned lover, especially since he was far from it, but he couldn’t help him.

“What the hell does she have to do with this? That isn’t what I came for.” Harry inhaled deeply as he closed his eyes as a means to calm himself down. Those emerald irises shifted to the baby in his arms. “Draco, is he mine?”

Draco’s prior bravado immediately dissipated as he remained quiet, his deafening silence was enough of an answer. Instead of the fury he had long anticipated, he was met with sorrowful eyes and a voice cracked with anguish. “Draco, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Harry, please don’t take him away from me.” Draco desperately pleaded with his silver eyes bleared. The mere thought of his son being separated from him was enough to bring him to tears.

“Draco, I would never!” Mortification and shock evident in his tone as those glistening emerald eyes widened at the accusation.

“You have Ginevra please, he’s all that I have.” Draco begged in a softer tone as his vision blurred with warm wetness from his tears. “Please, let me have this.”

“Draco, I would never separate the two of you.” Harry solemnly stated, which Draco couldn’t help but believe. Despite this, he maintained his guards up as the air between them grew heavy amidst the silence. Harry allowed him to regain his composure as Draco hastily wiped away the tears, hoping it wouldn’t upset his son.

“Have you decided on what to name him?” Harry hesitantly asked, unsure if he was even in the position to inquire.

After a beat of silence, Draco finally answered. “James… James Scorpius Malfoy.”

There was a pitiful whine that came out of Harry’s mouth as he inched closer to Draco’s bed, eyes not straying away from the child in his arms. “That’s- that’s a fine name.”

Draco held their baby closer to Harry so the taller man could see him better. He wondered what was going through his mind as he stared at their son, a product of both of them, blessed with a fair mixture of both of their features. “Would you like to hold him?”

Harry was taken by surprise by Draco’s offer, but immediately he took it nonetheless. “Please may I?” 

Harry sat closer to them as Draco gently handed James over, he carried him with the utmost care and sensitivity – a warm smile overcame Harry’s lips as he stared down at their son. “Hello there, little James.”

Little James started to coo at the sound of Harry’s voice which only made things more difficult. Like clockwork, Harry’s gaze immediately went back to Draco with a desperate expression on his face. “Draco, is there-”

“No, Harry,” hastily shot down Draco as he took James from his arms, thankfully Harry allowed. 

“But Draco I lo-”

“Don’t you fucking say it.” Draco cut him off before he could hear the words that often plagued his mind, come out of Harry’s mouth. “Especially when you don’t mean it. Please.”

“Draco, I love you.” Harry continued undeterred by Draco’s words, which was rewarded with a muffled whine from Draco’s mouth.

Through the warm streaks of tears, Draco’s silver irises were dressed in a sharp glare. “But you chose her, Harry.”

Harry stood up while raising his voice alongside him. “That’s not fair, Draco!”

“Life’s not fair, Harry. You’d think after all that you’ve been through, it would get through your fucking skull,” easily retorted Draco, subconsciously pulling back his son further away from Harry.

“How was I supposed to know when you avoided me like the plague!” Harry frantically explained, his own vexation getting the better of him. “When I woke up, you were bloody gone, I thought I forced myself on you!”

“What a funny way of showing your remorse, dating the Ginevra not even a week after!” Draco bitterly retorted with a sneer, it was easier to process fury than agony.

“What was I supposed to do?!” demanded Harry with hints of resentment evident in his tone.

They were both interrupted by the loud cries of their son in Draco’s arms which rendered them both speechless. At that moment they knew that this was beyond the two of them, it was futile arguing about the past when they had a future to worry about.

With a resigned sigh, Harry softly replied. “I thought it was the right thing to do.”

Draco frowned, looking away from Harry’s gentle gaze before finally deciding to answer in a somber tone. “Same as I.” 

They both sat in the heavy silence as they let their new reality sink in.

“I’ve always convinced myself that I was protecting you — by not condemning you into a life you had never wanted, at least not with me.” Draco pleaded with the man who had held his heart, hoping that his goodness will outweigh his own selfishness. “Harry, you can hate me all you want, but please don’t condemn him into a life where he’s abominated for simply existing.”

“I could protect both of you!” Harry naively responded with his chest.

“Harry, we both know that’s not enough. We’re barely equipped to handle raising a child, let alone the ire of the whole Wizarding World down our throats.” Draco argued with a stoical tone, hoping he could convince Harry. “Please don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

“Draco, please don’t do this,” pleaded Harry through his anguish. 

“Harry. If you truly love me or him. You should stay away from us.” Draco finally said, in a voice that didn’t quite sound like his own. “You know how severe the Wizarding World could be. They’ll never accept it, a bastard son between the savior and a death eater. He’ll have a constant target on his back from both sides. Don’t do that to my son, Harry.”

Draco almost choked on his words as he spat out each syllable as if his own body knew how painful those words were. He could see the clear devastation in Harry’s face upon hearing his words, which signified the success of his scathing words. He could feel that familiar suffocating ache in his chest again, yet he steeled himself knowing that this was for the best.

With a heavy heart, Harry finally stood up and said as he made his way to the door. “Please take care of yourself and your son, Draco.”

“Our son.” Draco softly uttered akin to an earnest apology as Harry finally left the room.

Despite the fact that Draco was finally accompanied since the birth of his child, he had never felt loneliness as grave as he felt now. James started crying once again after Harry had left them alone, as if he intrinsically understood what had just occurred. He began to coddle his crying child, holding back his own tears. Draco comforted himself with the humor that his son would cry more enough for the both of them. It pained him to finally let the man go, but Draco knew this was for the best for everyone involved, no matter how much his heart bled. 

Draco hoped in the future, Harry and James could find it within themselves to forgive him, but for now, he’ll be the antagonist of their story, even if he’s the only one who’ll end up getting hurt.

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James didn’t know what he had anticipated when he had finally stepped foot into the historic halls of Hogwarts. He was a jumble of nerves as he hesitantly observed and explored the place that he would call home for the next couple of years. It was simply magical and majestic for a lack of a better way to describe it, ironic since James had grown up with magic. He couldn’t help but feel absolutely enamored by the enormous castle, its lofty towers and its dim halls. Frankly, it even felt like the castle was its own living being beyond being a sanctuary for young aspiring wixen like James.

Admittedly, this was also the first time he would be away for a significant amount of time from his father, which pained him. Memories of their tearful goodbye at the King’s Cross Station as his father watched him board the Hogwarts Express flashed through James’ head. However, he knew that he was beginning to go through his adolescence, and he couldn’t be as dependent as he was on his father. If he had truly wanted to help his father, one of the ways to accomplish this is by being a distinguished wizard.

For the longest time, it had just been the two of them against the world. From an early age, James knew that their family wasn’t like other families. For one, he didn’t have two parents, but he didn’t know if he needed another parent. His father loved him enough for it to have never mattered. There wasn’t one instance where he felt like the love his father had provided him was insufficient in comparison to everyone else’s households. 

After he had received his letter requesting his attendance to the prestigious school, he could tell that his father was extremely proud of him. However, James also saw that underlying sorrow in his papa’s smile, despite doing his best to conceal it. It was during times like these, James wished that their family could’ve been more nuclear, so at least he could rest easy knowing that there’s somebody else with his papa. Nonetheless, his father bid him farewell with a fond kiss and some sincere well-wishes.

James knew that their first day was full of the usual introductory Hogwarts orientation, particularly learning about the institution’s colorful history and the rules and regulations. However, he found himself in a Great Hall packed with legions of other children his age and older, staring directly at them then their gazes turned to the group of professors that crowded a sentient hat in the front of the hall. The Hogwarts’ house system was prominent throughout the Wizarding World, but to see it first-hand was still a spectacle to behold.

There was an old witch standing in front of the crowds of people, Headmistress McGonagall she introduced herself as. As the ceremony began, she started calling the names of the new students one by one. Before he knew it, he had heard his name. “James Malfoy.” Headmistress McGonagall stood before him as she called his attention to sit on the stool in front of everybody. The sorting hat was gently placed on his head as everyone else in the Great Hall waited on bated breath to see the result.

“Hm, a son of two powerful wizards from two different houses. I could sense the palpable ambition in your veins, but what’s this? An underlying pure form of courage awaiting to be uncovered and utilized.” A mature voice called out. “I see you’re adamant in following your father’s footsteps. Well then, I shall grant your wish.”

“Please Slytherin.” James quietly pleaded, hoping speaking directly to the hat would help his chances.

“Gryffindor!” The sorting hat announced to the room which caught James by absolute surprise, but he couldn’t react as a symphony of cheers quickly demanded his attention. He was then quickly ushered to the Gryffindor table where he was welcomed with warm smiles and fond greetings from the rest of the house members.

After the infamous sorting ceremony had concluded, it finally dawned on James that he was just sorted into Gryffindor. In truth, he didn’t necessarily mind his chosen house if it wasn’t for the fact that his father and his grandfather had been in Slytherin, and he had wanted to follow in their footsteps. 

Furthermore, James had been trying his hardest to recall what the sorting hat had uttered to him as he was too caught up in the moment for it to register in his mind, all he could think about was getting into his father’s house. The hat said something about fulfilling his desire of getting into his father’s house, yet it didn’t come true. 

He briefly wondered if his papa would be disappointed in the fact that he didn’t make it into Slytherin. All his father had told him before he had left was to thoroughly enjoy his time, always know that he was beloved, and to stay away from those pesky ginger Weasleys.

Blissfully, James managed to strike up some conversations and make acquaintances with some of his new housemates. They were friendly and welcoming enough so their conversations went smoothly. He even encountered some of those ginger Weasleys his father warned him about, to which he interacted with them with some reluctance yet maintaining his politeness that had been embedded in him at an early age. Surprisingly, he could also discern that this feeling was mutual as they spoke to him with some lingering hesitancy.

Furthermore, he was privy to some of the knowing glances thrown his way from a few students, which he assumed was due to his surname. James knew about his father’s notoriety with his past, but that didn’t matter to him. He’s proud to be a Malfoy, and Draco Malfoy’s beloved son at that. He even heard some hushed gossiping about a Malfoy heir betraying the Slytherins, and all he could do was quietly giggle to himself knowing that he was nothing more than Draco’s son.

James knew that he didn’t quite look like a typical Malfoy. His hair, although a similar shade of platinum blonde as his father’s, was far too untidy and curly to be mistaken as those infamous bone straight platinum Malfoy locks. Instead of those piercing silver irises, he was stuck with a pair of striking emerald irises which admittedly was a bit of an insecurity for the young boy. His skin was darker than his ancestors’ typical pale complexion which his father loved to praise saying that he looks healthier than he’ll ever be paired with a fond pinch on his cheek.

He was privy to the reality that he most likely inherited those particular features from his other parent so subconsciously his eyes were often drawn to wixen who had similar features as him. However, at the end of the day, it didn’t matter to him as his father will always be James' papa, who loved him unconditionally and nothing will ever change that.

“Let the feast begin!” A witch’s voice called out as morsels of delicious food suddenly appeared on the table in front of them. With no grand fanfare, the rest of the Gryffindor table’s inhabitants started to chow down and made merry with the meals and refreshments provided for them, which James promptly followed. Although the dishes had been mouthwatering and delicious, he couldn’t help but quietly miss his father’s cooking, especially when he had prepared it through Muggle methods.

After the feast, all the newly chosen Gryffindors were then rounded up and guided to the Gryffindor Tower, where they had to enter a room through the portrait of The Fat Lady after giving a secret password.

The Gryffindor common room looked warm and inviting as a fire roared in the fireplace. Various photos, awards and other tchotchkes littered the room’s walls which amplified this cozy atmosphere. There were several dark red couches and settees that looked comfortable enough to sleep in, clearly meant to accommodate for the vast number of Gryffindors. By all means, the room looked lived in as if all the previous Gryffindors had never left, their marks and history etched through the room’s entire design.

“You know I’d expected them to at least spruce this place up a bit, but it’s still exactly the same since I’ve been here last.” A new unfamiliar voice called out which easily captured all of their attention. Suddenly, there was a symphony of awe and clear admiration when a familiar figure appeared in the room, it was nobody but Harry Potter himself.

Truth be told, James was simply awestruck by the man, much like the rest of the room. They have all grown up listening to the great tales of the Boy who Lived who then became the Wizarding World’s beloved savior. To see the man in the flesh was an experience in itself. He remembered a savior ragdoll his father had given him when he was just a baby, which he greatly treasured to this day. 

“Hullo everyone! Welcome to Hogwarts, your home for the next few years of your life,” greeted the savior with a wide sincere smile. “I look forward to seeing each and every one of you grow up into fine young wixen.”

“Please take a seat, I assure you there’s enough seats to accommodate everybody.” Harry then positioned himself before the fireplace as he happily watched them all settle down. James managed to secure himself a seat at a large couch with a clear view of the savior. “A new generation of Gryffindors, I can’t believe it every single time! You know I was exactly at your position just a few years ago.”

“Now for a round of introductions, I’m Harry Potter, your professor for the Defence Against the Dark Arts.” He informed them, maintaining his polite and warm demeanor. “I’m afraid you have to address me as Professor Potter during school hours, but just between us, you may call me Harry, all my good friends do.”

“Now, it’s your turn to introduce yourselves.” There were several hands that immediately raised up – James’ own hand included, but the older man took his time to pick which one. When Professor Potter’s eyes landed on James, that cheerfulness subtly melted into a thoughtful gaze as he was briefly rendered silent upon the sight of the blonde boy. “You, the one with the dashing emerald eyes.”

There was a round of amused laughter from his peers as they all turned their gazes on him. Harry offered him a kind smile while he patiently waited for the little boy’s response. It was a comforting gesture that James appreciated as he steeled his nerves to speak to his personal hero. Furthermore, it was only then James had noticed that Professor Potter seemed to have emerald irises as well, just like his, which truthfully, made him feel better about himself.

“I’m James… James Malfoy,” meekly answered James, partially self-conscious about all the attention on him, and still in a state of disbelief over the reality that he’s currently talking to the man who had filled the stories of his childhood.

“James,” repeated Harry in an awe-struck voice which tickled James pink. “What a fine name.”

“Ah, you’re Malfoy’s boy!” James couldn’t help but notice that there was an indiscernible twinkle in Harry’s eyes as he addressed him directly. “Give your father my love.”

“You knew my Papa?” James found himself asking before it registered in his head that he was speaking.

Harry let out a hearty laugh before responding. “I guess you can say that. How could I ever forget Draco Malfoy?” Harry gave the young boy an exaggerated wink and a knowing smirk. “Let’s see if you inherited your father’s wit and candor.”

“Alright, next!” Harry shifted his attention to another student, but James couldn’t help but relish in his excitement. It warmed his heart to see somebody as great as Harry Potter speak so positively about his father.

James wondered if Professor Potter had some fond memories with his papa during their time in Hogwarts. His father was always so secretive about his time in his alma mater, and much more, when it came to discussions about the savior of the Wizarding World. Professor Potter seemed friendly enough, maybe he could ask him in his free time.

Little did James know that his whole world was about to drastically change, due to nobody but Harry Potter himself.

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“Hullo, Harry,” greeted Ron as he caught a glimpse of his best mate entering his home through the floo. He returned back to his task at hand which was building a cradle without using any magic. He had only recently moved out of The Burrow to finally live together with Hermione as they were already expecting a new addition to their family. It was a frantic phase in their lives, so it was to be expected that people would often visit them to lend a hand.

Suddenly, Harry leaped on top of Ron, pummeling his best friend with his sore fists as he demanded. “Why didn’t you tell me?!”

“What the bloody hell is wrong with you?!” Ron was naturally caught off-guard at Harry’s sudden ambush as he easily was incapacitated. Searing pain made itself known on Ron’s face. His nose started bleeding from the strong impact as he managed to kick the larger man away from him. Ron already knew in the back of his mind that his nose was broken. “Tell you what?!”

“Draco!” Once the name left Harry’s mouth, Ron flinched and stood absolutely still as he was rendered speechless. Admittedly, the blonde had been sporadically haunting Ron’s mind for months ever since he had caught him vomiting in that lavatory. He had carried some form of guilt over what the Malfoy heir had to endure and the heavy burden of keeping it from his best friend.

Thankfully, Harry had calmed down a bit as he didn’t attack Ron any longer, instead choosing to take out his frustrations on the wall. Ron found the courage to ask. “How did you find out?”

“I overheard some reports of a blonde wizard around the old abandoned Malfoy Manor.” Harry averted his gaze as he replied. “I’ve been looking for him for so long, only for him to be right under my nose.”

Ron wasn’t even aware that Harry was searching for the blonde for months. They had been so caught up with graduating and settling into their new adult lives, that he assumed that Harry was perfectly content with his new life as an Auror. A chill crept up Ron’s spine as he couldn’t help but ask. “What did you do, Harry?”

“I didn’t do anything…” Harry seemed to have a cruel epiphany as he let out a humorless laugh. “Fuck, that’s the problem isn’t it? I didn’t do anything.” More tears dripped from Harry’s eyes. “I shouldn’t have let him go after that night.”

“Why didn’t you tell me, Ron?” Harry asked his best mate, clearly upset about the unexpected betrayal. Never had Ron seen Harry directed a look like that directed his way, it made his heart clench.

“I wanted to, trust me,” answered Ron with a somber tone. “But he didn’t want me to, practically pleading with me not to tell you.” He added as he averted his gaze from his best friend. “In his own fucked up way, I think he was protecting you and the both of them.”

Harry couldn’t contain the volume of his frustration. “I don’t need any bloody protection! I didn’t defeat the Dark Lord and won the bloody war for both of you to underestimate what I could do!” 

Ron ignored Harry’s outburst as he continued. “I thought this was the least I could do for him, especially considering what he has to endure for the rest of his life.”

“Do you even have feelings for him?” Ron asked directly.

“I don’t know,” answered Harry hesitantly. “Yes?”

“That’s not fair, Harry.” Ron stared at his best mate, he didn't quite know who it was more unfair towards the blonde or his sister. “What about Ginny?”

After a beat of silence, Harry softly answered. “It’s just not the same, Ron. Ginny, she’s amazing but…”

‘She isn’t Draco Malfoy’ went unsaid yet clearly understood by both of them.

“I understand, but my sister deserves somebody who loves her,” responded Ron, trying to suppress his instinct as an older brother. He added. “Malfoy as well.”

“I know that’s why I’m ending things,” added Harry, unease evident by the tinge of redness on his cheeks at the casual admittance of breaking up with Ron’s sister. “I think it had run its course naturally.”

“I know you're my best mate and I love you like a brother, but you could be a proper prat sometimes, Harry.” Ron stated as he carefully examined his presumably broken nose. “Even being the bloody savior doesn’t absolve you from that.”

“I know, I know I’m sorry, it’s just that-” Warm tears dripped from Harry’s eyes, devastation evident in those emerald irises. “A son, I have a son, Ron.”

Ron should be furious with Harry, but all he could feel in this moment was pity for his best mate. He wrapped Harry in a hug and let the man grieve over the family that he had once again lost. “I know. Just rest easy knowing your son is out there being raised by somebody who loves him the most.”

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11 years later…

It all happened in one unsuspecting day, it had been the last day of classes before the children went on the Christmas holidays. Harry had been in his classroom, making sure everything was put away before he thoroughly enjoyed the thought of his brief two week long vacation. He had been daydreaming about spending some time in the Burrow catching up with the Weasleys, the closest thing he had to an actual family until now.

Harry thought about how he ended up in this exact position, being a professor in Hogwarts. He had been an Auror a decade ago, a successful one at that, even managing to reach a high position. However, he chose to give it up all, just for a chance to encounter his son.

He knew he was being reckless, but he couldn’t help himself. Stolen pictures of his son and his past lover in public weren’t enough to satisfy the yearning in his heart.

He threw caution to the wind and applied for the newly opened Defence of the Dark Arts position at his old alma mater after putting in his two week notice for his job.

He knew James was about to reach the age where children are invited to Hogwarts. Ideally, he’d encounter and naturally develop his own relationship with the boy under the guise of being an educator and mentor. Being the savior had its perks, so his shift in profession wouldn’t be too unusual. Admittedly, Harry had been plotting his plan out for years, but the moment he had locked eyes with those oh so familiar shades of emerald, he was at a loss for words. 

It was James, his son, who was sitting in front of him, looking up at him in awe. His son was a Gryffindor just like him and his father.

It was perfect, his son was perfect. It was one of the happiest days of his life, even if it was just a simple interaction for the boy. It was enough to change Harry’s life from that moment on. James looked so much like him, to the point where his heart soared. Those emerald irises, shaggy hair and those boyish good looks, he was Harry’s son through and through. However, he also noticed the obvious Malfoy features, inheriting those infamous yet adorable platinum blonde strands and pale complexion. It truly looked like James was a perfect combination of both of them, and Harry liked that thought more than he could ever admit.

Harry began to form a friendship with his son under the guise of being a friendly teacher. James spoke so highly about his beloved Papa, so it always warmed Harry’s heart seeing their own son be so affectionate and sentimental. It was obvious that Draco had raised James with so much love and affection for the young boy to turn out the way that he did. It almost made the pain of not seeing his own son grow up for the past decade diminish yet the hurt still lingered. He had long made peace with the reality that he needed to stay away from his son for James’ own safety, but he would be lying if he said that it didn’t feel like a caustic wound on his heart.

James also seemed to have a peculiar curiosity about his Papa’s time in Hogwarts, to which Harry was more than happy to indulge him with some memories. He tried to skim over the more problematic details of their history but also wanted to hone in that he and Draco have known each other for decades. Thankfully, James seemed to respond with amusement at the tales of his Papa’s past mischief yet he knew that Draco was mostly in the wrong.

In turn, James shared his own tales of his beloved Papa for the past decade. By his son’s account, Draco was a terrific parent, not that Harry had any doubts in the first place. It seemed that Draco inherited the Malfoy trait of spoiling their children rotten. Furthermore, he couldn’t discern any pureblood supremacy from James’ demeanor, which made him sigh a breath of relief. It wasn’t that he expected Draco to have the same beliefs, but he knew how bleak Malfoy Manor could be. 

It wasn’t until a new presence had entered the classroom where Harry was broken out of his reverie. Initially, he assumed it was just one of his students that probably left something behind, but the figure was far too tall to pass off as a mere student. In fact, the figure seemed to be a familiar blonde. He had thought he had been hallucinating, but it was truly the blonde in front of him— Draco Malfoy in the flesh.

Draco looked as beautiful as the day Harry had lost him, not that he was even his to begin with. Adulthood was a good look on the blonde as he grew out his hair and undeniably looked softer. Harry knew they had both drastically changed in the span of more than a decade, both physically and mentally. However, he could still easily pick out those silver irises and platinum blonde strands in a sea of wixen.

“Ah, Draco!” Harry found himself saying before he caught up to the words that left his mouth.

“Professor Potter,” greeted Draco back politely. However, it was easy to discern the coldness in his voice.

“Hey now, none of that. Call me Harry,” insisted Harry with a warm smile. ‘Like you used to’ went unsaid yet mutually understood by both men.

“It’s alright, Professor Potter.” Draco persisted with some sharpness to his words. “I believe it would be more appropriate if you were to refer to me as Healer Malfoy.”

“Ah, of course. But I believe we’re beyond appropriate, wouldn’t you say?” Harry tried to jest but it didn’t land. “Err, Healer Malfoy.”

Draco had yet to show anything but solemnity as he somberly continued on, effectively brushing off Harry’s humor. “You requested my presence regarding James.”

“I was under the impression that I would visit the two of you over the Christmas break to discuss things.” Harry explained as he silently mourned his plan. He had planned on visiting the father and son in Malfoy Manor in the guise of talking about James, both as his teacher and as his other father.

“There’s no need to intrude in our home, Professor Potter, especially if it would be more efficient to discuss in the campus.” Harry couldn’t find a suitable answer to Draco’s snark. “Well then, what’s the problem with my son?” Draco demanded, clearly not amused by the whole situation. “You left me an ominous letter about wanting to speak with me about James.”

“Problem? Absolutely nothing, James is bloody brilliant!” A genuine smile etched on Harry’s face as he complimented the blonde boy. “You’ve done well in raising him.”

“Of course, I’ve done well with raising him.” Draco easily retorted with a haughty expression, evidently beaming with pride of his son. 

Harry silently cheered at the crack of the emotionless facade that the blonde was sporting. He tried his luck as he leaned against his desk as he flashed Draco with an impish grin. “I know it kills you inside to know that you’ve raised a great Gryffindor.”

Draco raised a manicured brow at Harry’s statement. “Do you really think I care about something as trivial as houses at my age, Potter?”

Harry didn’t miss the blonde’s sudden shift to informality and let out a hearty chuckle. “Absolutely.”

Draco’s detached facade immediately broke upon hearing Harry’s call-out, his cheeks flaring up with heat. “Fine. It might not have been the most optimal option, but as long as James is happy.”

“He’s been adapting well in Hogwarts just like a Hippogriff to the skies.” Harry informed Draco with a grin. “Merlin knows he’s fairing better than we ever did. He might even be the best of us.”

There was a fond look on Draco’s face as he agreed. “He truly is.”

Harry was ecstatic, he could practically see the walls crumbling around Draco’s demeanor. “James speaks highly of you.”

There was a look of genuine surprise on the blonde wizard’s face. “He does?”

“Of course! All he could talk about was his Papa.” Harry answered cheerfully. “I could tell he was initially disappointed in not getting into Slytherin just like his beloved Papa.” Draco eyes widened at the mention of his private nickname. “Thankfully, he has become quite open to accepting his fate as a Gryffindor as of late.”

Draco blushed heavily at this information, all while averting his gaze from Harry. “That’s good to hear.”

“Reminds you of anyone?” A boisterous laugh came out of Harry’s mouth. “Must be a hereditary Malfoy thing.”

After a beat of silence, Draco finally spoke, softer than usual. “I see you’ve acquainted yourself with James.”

“Of course, I did.” Harry straightened his back as he answered. “He had also been asking for some stories about our time together in Hogwarts.”

Draco shot him an incredulous look, but Harry could discern the underlying look of panic in his expression. “Not to worry, I’ve sung your highest praises. I couldn’t help myself and I may have told him some amusing tales of mischief about a certain Pureblood heir as well.”

“Don’t you dare taint my son’s image of me, Harry.” Draco chided as he stepped closer to Harry.

Harry’s heart soared upon hearing his own name come out of Draco’s lips once again. He raised up his hands. “I would never.”

This seemed to placate the blonde’s worries as Draco remained silent. So Harry took this opportunity to continue their conversation. “So how have you been for the last decade?”

Draco let out a light scoff as he rolled his eyes. “There’s no need to exchange pleasantries, Professor Potter.”

“I believe it’s my responsibility as an educator of the next generation of wixen to observe the state of their households.” Harry stated in a practiced fashion as if he had prepared this answer in advance.

Draco was caught off-guard by this rehearsed line. “Excuse me?”

Harry gave the blonde a wink as he replied. “I take my job quite seriously, Healer Malfoy.” 

Draco finally seemed to catch on that Harry was just jesting around. “Do you pester all of your students’ parents like this?”

 Harry hummed before flashing Draco a wink and a smirk. “Only the gorgeous blonde ones.”

Harry knew that he was pushing his luck, flirting and joking around with Draco, but he didn’t know any other way to break the decade-long tension between them. Thankfully, Draco only reacted with a silent sneer, but he could see the light dusting of pink on the blonde’s cheeks.

The blonde may have reacted with disgust, but Harry could practically see his walls crumbling down. He didn’t let this dissuade him as he continued. “Now that James is in Hogwarts, I’m sure you’ve got more free time in your hands.”

They locked eyes as they just stared at each other, hoping the other’s gaze would falter. Thankfully, Draco finally answered after a beat of silence. “Work keeps me busy.”

Harry just hummed in agreement as if this was the first time he had heard of this. Admittedly, he had been secretly keeping tabs to the best of his capabilities on the blonde wizard and his son for years.

The work that Draco was pertaining to was his profession as a renowned healer in St. Mungo’s. Truthfully, Harry didn’t know how he found the time to pursue that while raising a child on his own. His own stint as an Auror was enough to effectively kill off his social life, so it genuinely amazed Harry how the blonde flourished in his career.

In fact, Draco had managed to become one of the greatest healers in their generation, arguably overwriting some of the sins of his past. He managed to utilize dark magic into doing something that was actually beneficial to the greater Wizarding World.

“Is anyone else keeping you busy?” Harry tried to cleverly ask in a natural manner, feigning his nonchalance at the answer that the blonde was going to offer. “Aside from raising James all these years, of course.”

By the unimpressed sneer on Draco’s face, he was unsuccessful yet the blonde surprisingly indulged him with a reply. “I’m afraid I am not able to afford any romance in my life since James was born.”

Harry appreciated the direct confirmation despite his assumptions just moments ago. After Draco had entered the room, Harry’s eyes immediately gravitated towards the lack of a wedding ring on Draco’s finger which admittedly allowed him to silently sigh a breath of relief.

Selfishly, the thought of Draco settling down with another man didn’t sit well with his spirit. Sure, Harry wished the blonde absolute happiness and prosperity, but just not with somebody else. He knew he was being irrational but he couldn’t repress that problematic instinct.

Admittedly, Draco raising his son with somebody else was one of Harry’s worst fears. Another man experiencing the joys of parenthood with his son made him sick to his core. It was akin to adding salt to the already caustic wound as if Draco would be content with raising James with anybody but Harry. However, he no longer had to wallow in that despair as Draco disproved any possibility of a suitor.

Harry tried his best to conceal the glee in his chest as he tried to empathize with Draco. “I completely understand, it’s been a decade since my last relationship.”

“What about Ginerva?” Draco asked with confusion evident on his gorgeous face.

“Ginny? What about her?” Harry asked innocently as he then explained after a beat of silence, secretly relishing in the pure satisfaction of seeing Draco with any semblance of jealousy. He still had his ego to consider. “If you’re talking about our relationship that ended more than a decade ago, I barely remembered it if you hadn't reminded me.”

“Never mind then,” replied Draco hastily. 

Harry let out a deep exhale as he deadpanned. “Please don’t tell me you’ve heard those rumors of me shacking up with Ginny and having a whole Quidditch team full of our children.”

Draco answered far too late, which only confirmed Harry’s suspicions. “No, I was not made aware of such rumors.”

“As far as I know, I’ve only had one child, and I’d like to keep it that way until I settle down.” Harry jested light-heartedly, yet his eyes remained steady on Draco. “Although, a Quidditch team full of my children does sound enticing.”

“I pity the witch who’d undergo that torture you call a domestic fantasy,” scoffed Draco as he averted his gaze yet the dusting of pink on his cheeks exposed him.

Harry bit his tongue, as he desperately wanted to respond with some jest about wanting Draco to bear him enough children to achieve his dream, so he settled with a tease. “Or wizard.”

Those silver eyes seemed to pierce right through him, studying his entire demeanor. “But you’re on to something, Potter.” Draco then commented in a haughty tone, looking far too pleased with himself. “Maybe it’s time for me to put myself back out there. Merlin knows James is adamant of having somebody to keep me company around the house while he’s away for his schooling.”

There was a saccharine smile plastered on the blonde’s face as it made Harry’s stomach churn. Harry tried to brush it off with a slight jest. “Well, perhaps you don’t have to look too far.”

“Perhaps,” hummed Draco as pursed his lips. In the man’s eyes, Draco seemed to be bothered at his lack of a blatant reaction, but Harry kept that information to himself.

“Draco.” Harry grinned, and then his smile faded. Unsure about what the blonde’s reaction will be after he finally asks that one question they’ve avoided all this time. “Will I ever meet our son?”

“You already did,” answered Draco promptly. “In fact, James is quite fond of his amazing Professor Potter.”

“As his father I mean.” Harry clarified his intentions, yet he was met with silence from the blonde. The only silver lining of the painful silence was that Harry was given the opportunity to further plead his case.

“I’m sorry but this isn’t enough. James is bloody brilliant and I can’t help myself from wanting more.” Harry earnestly confessed, hoping that he wouldn’t scare away the blonde with his thoughts. “Every time I spend with him, it gets harder to stay away. I respected your decision years ago, but maybe, you could find it in your heart to reconsider. I know this is a purely selfish request especially since you’ve done well for yourself, and James is clearly content and happy with his life. I don’t want to take him away from you, Draco, nor do I have the desire to.” Draco remained silent but he also showed no signs of disapproval. “But I’m hoping you find some space in both your lives for me.”

Harry steeled his resolve as he looked Draco directly in his eyes, hoping to convey his yearning and desperation. “Draco, please let me be with our son.”

Heavy silence filled the room as the two men just locked eyes, uncertain of how to proceed. After a beat of silence, Draco finally replied with a resigned sigh. “I’ll think it over, especially since James is now old enough to decide for himself, but please give me some time to break the news to our son.”

Harry couldn’t believe what he was hearing, “Really?!”

“I know it came off as if I was being selfish, keeping James to myself, but I really do have our son’s best interests in mind.” Draco explained softly. “Although, I do fear the inevitable backlash he might undergo for our mistakes.” The blonde continued with a somber tone. “I wanted him to settle in Hogwarts, before even entertaining that possibility. Merlin knows his whole life is about to get upturned.” 

“We could handle it.” Harry quickly assured him before wrapping Draco in a tight hug as he couldn’t contain his glee. “Thank you, Draco, truly.”

Draco flinched at the sudden contact, but after a moment, he melted into the hug as he buried his face in the crook of Harry’s neck. It was all Harry could ever ask for, for a brief moment.

Steeling what remained of his resolve, he asked the blonde. “In fact, I was thinking… Now that we’re older and wiser, maybe, we could give ourselves another chance?”

Draco immediately pulled away, as Harry immediately longed for the blonde’s touch and warmth. Silver eyes looked at him incredulously. “Excuse me?”

This wasn’t the reaction he was expecting. Harry could practically see those metaphorical walls come back up as quickly as they crumbled. He hastily tried to explain to Draco. “Look I was dumb, naive and reckless. We both were, really. I still meant those words I said to you that day. I understand why we had to stay away from each other, but now.”

“Harry,” said Draco akin to warning.

“This time, I am-” Harry stopped for a moment, reconsidered his words and corrected himself. ”We are more than equipped to protect our son this time.”

“This time, we can finally be together as a family. How it should’ve been from the start.” Harry confessed. “I still love you, Draco.”

“You can’t say that,” murmured Draco with a frown.

“Yet I still do,” answered Harry whole-heartedly. “I loved you when it hurt inside to.”

The light mood earlier quickly dissipated and hurt and resentment were the only things that lingered. The silence was heavy and suffocating in the room as Harry’s confession lingered in the atmosphere. Harry could discern that Draco was conflicted by his words, yet he silently hoped that the blonde would be more amenable to his confession.

Draco broke the silence as he slipped into that familiar vicious sneer, accusing Harry of the worst. “I show you one act of kindness and suddenly you see it as an opportunity to get your prick wet.”

“Get my prick wet?” Harry took clear offense at Draco’s scathing words. “When the hell did I ever say that?”

“I merely entertain the idea of you seeing our son, and suddenly, you think you can convince me to warm your bed.” Draco glared at him. “What, do you think after bedding me, I’d easily abide by your request?”

“It’s not like that, and you know it.” Harry gritted out, furious at Draco’s provocation, but he knew that Draco was just lashing out as a defense mechanism. “You’re grasping at straws because you fathom that I could love somebody like you!”

“Your words mean nothing to me, Harry!” His words echoed across the empty room. “It didn’t a decade ago, and it doesn’t now!”

“Merlin, how long are you going to cling to the past?! It’s been a bloody decade!” Harry couldn’t contain his frustrations any longer. “How much of a cruel year can you call my fault, Draco?!”

“A cruel year? Is that all it was to you?!” Draco loudly hissed with clear hurt in those silver irises. “I didn’t spend the past decade, sacrificing everything in my life to ensure that James would be raised well.”

“Well, you didn’t exactly give me a choice!” Harry retorted with the same volume.

Harry saw Draco practically shrink into himself upon hearing those words. All his fury immediately dissipated upon this sight. It never was his intention to hurt the blonde, but somehow he always did.

It was clear that they both held on to some anger and resentment for the past decade. They seemed to rile each other up so easily, almost as if they always bring out the worst in each other. Harry knew this was a conversation they would never come back from, so he was petrified of the outcome.

“Listen, I just can't give you up, Draco.” Harry confessed akin to an olive branch to the blonde. He was tired of fighting and being furious over the past. “Merlin knows I tried.” Harry took a deep breath, resigned to his fate. He looked Draco directly into those silver eyes as he said with finality. “If you truly don’t feel anything for me, I’ll leave you alone.”

“Do you hate me?” Draco asked in a hesitant manner which caused Harry’s ears to perk up. There was an underlying layer of terror found within the blonde presumably due to Harry’s potential answer. Obvious guilt was seeping from Draco’s tone which oddly comforted Harry, knowing that the blonde wasn’t as rigid and heartless as much as he projected himself to be. It was clear that Draco cared for him in an unusual way.

“I should, I really should.” Harry’s lip wobbled as the various memories of Draco hurting him flashed through his head. “But I don’t.”

“I try to remind myself that you’ve been an awful prat who terrorized my childhood, that you’re a death eater who genuinely wanted to see me on the ground.” He continued after a breath of silence. “But all I could think of is how beautiful you looked that night and how right you felt in my arms, how clever you are with your retorts and tricks, how your change of heart that led to our victory, and how much of a good father you are to our son.”

“I’m stained by you,” admitted Harry as if it didn’t feel like a searing pain in his chest, confessing those words, “like a goddamn soldier who can’t forget the battle.”

“You know I never meant to hurt you, but I always knew I would,” confessed Draco as he stepped closer to Harry. Ironic, how Harry had caught himself thinking the same thing before.

Before they knew it, there were just inches between them, both in each other’s personal space. Neither one of them pulled away as the distance between them gradually disappeared as they stared at each other’s eyes. With no grand fanfare, their mouths clashed together as they stopped their bickering to give in to their innermost desires.

Draco’s lips felt soft and supple against his as Harry gave into the wet pleasure.

His taste was still intoxicating as that night, his mind supplied despite the lack of alcohol. Harry’s hands immediately snaked around Draco’s waist, pulling his lithe body even closer to Harry’s. The blonde responded by wrapping his arms around Harry’s nape, pulling his face even closer to his.

It was clumsy with a hint of desperation, but Harry wouldn’t want it any other way. It was just a reminder that they had both wanted this intensely. Their tongues battled for domination as Harry mindfully carried Draco’s entire weight in his arms to place him on top of a table. He found solace in the space between Draco’s thighs as he fully enjoyed the blonde’s mouth, both of their heavy arousals evident in between them.

They were barely undressed, only opting to remove the clothing that directly hindered their loins from making direct contact. It was quite difficult since they were both dressed in stuffy robes, but they managed to find a way. Harry didn’t miss the way silver irises looked at him with clear want, and the feeling was mutual as he tried his best to repress his desire for the blonde. He couldn’t help the smirk on his face, chest swelling with gratification at Draco’s shameless ogling of his body. He was extremely proud of his bulky and powerful physique, a clear product of years of intense Auror training. The blonde’s body was nothing to scoff at either, maintaining his lithe frame, only enveloped by his soft curves as Harry helped himself to an undisguised squeeze on Draco’s plump arse. He pulled Draco even closer as he deepened their kiss, his touch traced every curve of the blonde.

A warm hand tugged on Harry’s cock while his thick fingers managed to find its way into Draco’s entrance. Harry wished he had more self-control, so that he could take things slow and savor every second he had with Draco’s body. It was a sorry excuse of some foreplay, but it was all they could afford at this moment as they haphazardly prepared each other’s bodies. It was akin to if they were a couple of teenagers sneaking off in the classrooms to have a quick shag. Frankly, the only difference now was that they were more than a decade older than they once were.

It didn’t take long for Harry and Draco to assume the position, only a short distance between their aching arousals. Once he was enveloped by that familiar irresistible pleasure inside Draco’s tight heat, it wasn’t long for him to lose most of his rationality. Draco’s walls gripped him like a tight yet pleasant vice, milking his cock in the process, which was enough to drive Harry crazy. Thankfully, he managed to conjure up a spell that lubricated the blonde’s entrance enough for Harry’s admittedly larger prick to enter seamlessly. It was a type of bliss that Harry thought he would never encounter ever again, but here it was with Harry at its absolute mercy.

For the entire duration, they didn’t utter a single word, yet it was as if they were completely in sync. Not once did they break the other’s gaze as they helped themselves to the pleasure that the other one offered. It was as if they were trying to memorialize this moment in their heads, trying to remember every single detail of this brief moment. 

Fucking Draco sober was a million times better than fucking him intoxicated as now Harry was free to memorize every single wanton sound and debauched reaction from the blonde. His own chest swelling with satisfaction at the fact that he was the cause of this euphoria. It was a refreshing honesty that couldn’t be excused by the veil of intoxication.

They both couldn’t help the clear desperation in the way their bodies moved as if they were running out of daylight, imprudent to the rest of the world. It didn’t matter that they were fucking in Harry’s classroom with a huge chance of being caught at this compromising position, all that matter what that they were together once again, in each other’s arms. For this very moment, nobody else existed but Harry and Draco, just like that night.

Embarrassingly enough, it wasn’t long before Harry could feel himself nearing completion. Being somewhat celibate for the past decade would do that to any man’s physique. Thankfully, the blonde seemed to have the same predicament by the wanton moans that came out of his mouth and his painted on debauched expression.

“Draco, I’m about to come,” warned Harry as he intensified his thrusts. By the wanton whimper that came from the blonde, it seemed that he was too. He was about to pull out if he weren’t locked in place by a pair of strong legs. “Draco?!”

Despite his protests, Harry made no real attempt at breaking out of Draco’s hold, especially since he was double the blonde’s size. He released his seed inside of the blonde akin to that night a decade ago. Matter of fact, they had both reached their climax simultaneously as pleasure overtook their bodies.

They both melted into each other’s embrace as Harry steadily held them up as they recuperated from their mutual orgasms. They were both fatigued yet thoroughly satisfied, not wanting to even bother cleaning up or moving yet. Both still seated on top of a table, with Draco still on Harry’s lap. He could feel a sticky wet sensation trailed down his loins down his thigh, and it only dawned on Harry now that they had forgo any form of protection. “Wait, I didn't cast any contraceptive charms.”

He could see his load dripping out of Draco’s entrance which aroused him more than he could ever admit. “It’s alright, I’ll take a potion when I get home,” informed Draco.

“Oh, okay,” responded Harry as he repressed that pang of disappointment in his chest at Draco’s response. He knew it was the responsible thing to do, but the prospect of another child made his heart flutter. He loves James thoroughly, but he also always had the innate desire to raise a child as well.

Harry couldn’t afford to be too greedy. He had just gotten Draco to accept him in his son’s life, and even managed to have the blonde in his arms once again. Sure, the status of their relationship was still in the air, but he’ll take what was graciously offered to him. 

Before he knew it, Harry’s vision started to blur with tears with a strange heavy feeling on his chest. He had spent a decade dreaming of that perfect night. As he quietly grieved those moments of intimacy, memories of that night flooded his mind. Harry held Draco’s lithe body in his arms, not letting his grip loosen out of fear of the blonde slipping away from him once again. He solemnly whispered. “I swear I’d be good to you, for you, for both of you.”

“I am not naive enough to believe that love is not enough for this world. Trust me, I’ve seen the worst of it,” continued Harry with a grim expression as he recalled the darkness he was exposed to as an Auror. He looked up at Draco and gave him a shaky smile.  “But I can’t help dreaming of a life with you and James.”

“Maybe, things don’t end the way we thought they always might,” responded Draco softly. There was an unusual sense of optimism in his voice that offered a glimmer of hope to Harry.

“Maybe,” Harry repeated before tucking the blonde closer to his chest. A moment of silence passed, filled with the comfort of their shared presence.

“I love you too, Harry,” a soft touch caressed Harry’s face, but it was pulled away too quickly for Harry to savor the sensation. His expression suddenly turned grim as he inched away from Harry. “But this is too volatile, Harry. Someone is going to end up hurt, and I would rather it be me than our son.”

Harry felt as if his heart dropped to his stomach, suddenly the atmosphere of joy was quickly replaced by nothing but frigid dread.

“Let go of me, Harry,” Draco stammered, his voice trembling, “please.”

Harry knew the blonde meant it in more ways than one, but he couldn’t. As Harry began to shake in panic, Draco managed to break free from his grasp.

“No, please,” Harry desperately implored, hot tears welling up in his eyes. Painful memories of James’ birth flashed through his eyes. “Draco, don’t do this to me again! Don’t do this to us.”

“For what it’s worth, I’m genuinely sorry.” Draco sincerely apologized, avoiding Harry’s gaze as he hurriedly donned his robes and exited the room, leaving Harry once again alone.

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For weeks, Harry felt like he had nothing to live for as if he had fallen apart. He should be happy that at the very least he’ll finally meet his son as his father, yet he wasn’t satisfied. Rather than being furious with Draco, it was more of his frustration over the matter. He completely understood where the blonde was coming from, but he didn’t know if that made him feel better or worse. All his heart yearned for was Draco, and to know that the blonde felt exactly the same, yet chose to leave Harry behind again was heartwrenching. 

Every time he managed to succumb to his tiredness, all he saw in his dreams was Draco’s face haunting him. It was as if the universe didn’t want him to have a single moment of reprieve. However, after another late night of red eyes, he finally decided to do something about it, instead of letting Draco take the reins.

No, he wasn’t going to let life slip away from him once more. He wouldn’t just sit idly by and watch the love of his life walk away from him again. He’d never live it down if he never got around it. They had both unnecessarily punished themselves for over a decade, serving their self-imposed penance. This time, they both deserve the happiness that they had been deprived of for years.

He steeled his resolve and stormed into Malfoy Manor, determined to confront and persuade Draco to give them a genuine fighting chance, regardless of the difficulties they might face. He frantically knocked on the front of the door, hoping that the blonde would give him the time of day. “Draco, let me in!”

After a moment, the door finally opened, yet it revealed a figure he wasn’t expecting. “Professor Potter?” James greeted him with a surprised look on his face, surprise easily turned into earnest excitement. “What are you doing here?”

Harry was absolutely dumbfounded at the unexpected sight of his son. He knew the risks of barging inside Draco’s home with no warning yet he failed to consider his son. Those ever so familiar emerald eyes looked up at him earnestly, tears threatened to fall from his own. He didn’t even have an excuse on the tip of his tongue, all he wanted was to hug his son.

“He has a private meeting with me, my star.” A new voice supplied, revealing Draco’s figure approaching the door with an unimpressed look directed at Harry. A warm smile then formed on Draco’s face as he addressed his son with a gentle touch. “Run along now, I’m sure this won’t take long.”

James easily abided by his father’s request as he happily made his way back to his room presumably.

“Follow me,” commanded Draco without sparing Harry another glance as lead him into the macabre halls of Malfoy Manor, until they reached a study, filled with books and various tchotchkes on the grand shelves. Frankly, Malfoy Manor had vastly changed since the last he had been here, it felt more lived in and cozy–well as cozy a macabre manor could be.

“Sit,” Draco ordered, pointing towards a matching set of settees in the center of the room. Harry complied, not wanting to provoke the blonde into evicting him without hearing his words. Draco settled across from him, his legs crossed. His piercing silver irises now fixed on his figure, while his own emerald irises met the blonde’s gaze.

They were at a standstill, waiting for the other one to break the silence. Harry had a spiel ready to go, he had been practicing for days on what he could say to Draco to actually give him a chance. All that seemed to dissipate when he was actually faced with the blonde.

“Draco, I-” Harry started but was quickly interrupted.

“I didn’t take the potion.” Draco said at the same time.

Harry was in total disbelief, his eyes immediately gravitating towards Draco’s stomach. “What?”

“I didn’t take the contraceptive potion,” admitted Draco softly. “There is an immense probability that I am with child again.” 

“Draco.” Harry couldn’t help but call out his past lover’s name. “Why?”

“I- I want another child. It’s selfish of me, but with James growing up…” Draco trailed off. “I just can’t bear being alone again, even the prospect of that suffocating loneliness returning just drives me insane.” Wet eyes now looked up at Harry. “This time I don’t think I could do it alone any longer, Harry.” His sophisticated facade broke, leaving nothing but a petrified man in his wake. Warm tears dripped from those silver eyes. “I’m tired of the hurt and the guilt. I’ve been running away for so long. I’m tired of being the center of resentment of everyone, no matter what I do.”

Harry immediately stood up and sat beside Draco, capturing him in a tight embrace. “It’s okay, Draco, I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

“Even if you don’t want to be with me,” assured Harry as he comforted the blonde in his arms. “I’ll still be here for you and the baby.”

Draco mumbled something into his chest, muffling his words. “What was that?” Harry asked.

“I said I do want to be with you.” Draco repeated with a furrow in his brow.

“You want to be with me?” Harry echoed as if he couldn’t believe what Draco had just said.

There was a harmless glare on Draco’s face as he declared. “You bloody prat, I said I love you didn’t I?”

“But you said….” Memories of their meeting in his classroom flashed in Harry’s head.

“I know what I said.” Draco averted his gaze. “Fear got the better of me as it usually does.”

“What changed your mind?” Harry couldn’t help but ask.

“Aside from the fact that we have another baby on the way, it was mainly what you said to me,” answered Draco with a desolated expression. “I’ve always thought that time may forgive me, but I won’t. But how long will I carry this self-condemnation with me? Will it reach a point where I would prioritize my atonement over the well-being of my own child?

“I began to wonder what the past decade would be like if you were in our lives. Would it have been harder as we face the scrutiny of the public? I’ve long convinced myself that I’ve chosen the right decision despite how hurt it left both of us, for the sake of our son. But now I’m not so sure if it was for the best.” Silver eyes focused on Harry. “All I know is that James would’ve been loved even more if you were around.”

“So, you’re considering giving us a fair chance?” Harry maintained a steady gaze on Draco’s face, attempting to conceal all his feelings. “As an actual family this time?”

Draco quietly replied. “If you’d have me.”

He held Draco’s face in between his hands as he confessed. “This is all I have ever wanted. Fuck, I love you, Draco.” He promised akin to a solemn vow. “I’d do anything for you, for both of you.”

Harry came here expecting to plead his case, what he didn’t anticipate was for Draco to be agreeable. Harry had expected to be forced to grovel on his knees and he was ready to do so. However, the blonde wanted him just as badly.

They shared a quick kiss, yet Harry couldn’t suppress his wide grin. He knew, deep down, that this was just the exhilarating honeymoon phase, and that they would eventually face challenging obstacles in the future. As much as he simply adored the Wizarding World and its people, Harry knew deep down he would easily raze said world in an effort to save his own. But he was too ecstatic to give it much thought as he relished in his personal victory. He finally had the family he had long desired since he was a small boy.

“How am I going to explain this to James?” Draco groaned as he pulled away from Harry to hide his face in his hands. “He’s going to despise me.”

Harry tried to comfort the blonde, but he understood his fears completely. “He absolutely adores you, Draco.”

“I’ve prepared myself to be at his ire for my selfishness since the day he was born,” admitted Draco, nervous about what could happen. “I’m scared, Harry. What if he can never forgive me?”

Harry held Draco in his arms, hoping his touch would bring some comfort to the blonde. “What you did wasn’t selfish,” he reassured him. “James is a smart lad. He’ll understand that we did what was best for him.”

“I just don’t want our son to hate me.” Blissfully, Draco surrendered to Harry’s embrace, finding solace in the process.

“James could never, not his beloved Papa,” Harry quipped, gently rocking Draco’s body in his arms.

“Merlin, he’s barely into his second year and he’ll suddenly find out that his other father had been here all along and it’s the bloody great savior at that.” Draco whined, the sorrow melting off him which was quickly replaced with some playfulness. “And worst of all, his beloved professor has been shagging his father and that he’s about to become a big brother.”

Harry rolled with the punches as he said. “Well, if you put it that way. James might absolutely come out of this despising both of us.”

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James was now seated between them as Harry and Draco gathered all their courage to break the news to their son.

“So Professor Potter is my other father?” James asked, beaming with excitement.

Harry waited for the past decade to say these words. “Yes, James. I am your father.”

“That’s cool, so can I call you dad?” The boy asked with a smile beaming up at Harry. “Professor Dad?”

“I suppose.” Harry let out a chuckle as he affectionately squeezed his son’s shoulder. “Although, maybe not on campus. I’m afraid I’m still Professor Potter to you there.”

“Everyone else is going to be so jealous!” James boasted with a cheer. His emerald eyes suddenly became wider. “Wait, does this mean I’m going to be the next savior of the Wizarding World?”

Draco shared a worried glance with Harry at their son’s question. Harry answered for both of them. “I’m afraid not.”

James seemed to take this news in stride as he said. “Fine, but at least, you’ll be here to help me protect Papa.”

“I don’t need any protection, my star.” Draco gently caressed their son’s hair. “I could protect myself.”

Suddenly, James’ excitement turned sullen. “Wait, if you’re my other father, then who’s going to stay with Papa while we’re both in Hogwarts?”

Draco and Harry shared a look as they briefly hesitated. “Well, we have some other news.”

“There’s more?”

Draco’s hands found their way around his stomach as he announced. “You’re going to be a big brother soon.”

“What?!” James exclaimed, his emerald suddenly shifting towards Draco’s figure. Surprise was quickly replaced with clear confusion. “You don’t look pregnant.”

Harry tried his best to muffle his snicker, before composing himself to answer. “It’s quite early, but I assure you, your little brother or sister is growing inside your Papa’s belly right now.”

“Wait…” There was a scrunch on James’ brow as he pieced things together. “Does this mean you snogged, Papa?” James directed an accusatory look at Harry. “Gross!”

“James Scorpius!” Draco chided with a tut.

“I’m afraid it was your Papa who snogged me.” Harry played along as he raised his hands up in surrender.

Draco turned his glare to his lover. “Harry!” 

All three of them shared a laugh at the ridiculousness of this whole scenario.

“How are you feeling, my star?” Draco asked his son, suddenly nervous about his silence. He was grateful that James didn’t act negatively whatsoever, but he knew that they weren’t out of the woods yet.

“I’m happy, but I’m going to take some time to get used to it.” James admitted as he fidgeted with his robes. “I don’t really understand why Dad couldn’t be there from the beginning, but I suppose it's alright since he’s here now.” He turned his gaze to address Harry directly. “Professor Potter, I’m really happy that you’re my dad.”

“I’m really happy to be your dad as well, James.” Harry managed to say without tearing up. It was a sweet sentimental moment as the three of them shared a warm hug. However, what Harry and Draco never anticipated were the words that soon came out of their son’s mouth.

“Finally, now I can shut down that rumor of my other dad being Mr. Weasley.” James said, looking far too relieved and nonchalant at the revelation.

“What?!” Draco and Harry both exclaimed, shocked at this preposterous rumor.

Harry couldn’t help but ask with a chagrined wince. Admittedly, it bothered him how people thought Ron could be James’ father before him. “Why would Ronald even be your other father?”

“Well, I knew that Papa and Mr. Weasley were in Hogwarts together, and he did warn me to stay away from those Weasley gingers.” Draco flashed a bashful grin, while Harry smirked back. “I even visited their home once, and Mr. Weasley couldn’t stop staring at me and asking about Papa.” James effortlessly added. “I’m happy it wasn’t him even if he was nice to me, and funny too.”

“I thought you’ve been getting along rather well with the Weasley children, compared to your slight contention during the beginning of the year,” commented Harry, “you and that Weasley boy have been spending a lot of time with each other.”

“I guess.” James answered suspiciously succinctly.

“So why wouldn’t you like the idea of your dad being Mr. Weasley?” Draco asked with a knowing grin. 

James’s face suddenly flushed pink as he avoided answering the question. “I just like Professor Potter better,” answered James with a wide grin. Normally this would warm Harry’s heart, but he knew that his son was clearly lying out of his teeth. He knew there was more to this story than what his son revealed. James suddenly bid his farewell as he hastily left the room. “Anyway, I think I need to finish some assignments, I’ll come back down for dinner!”

“Oh no!” groaned Draco once their son had left the room. “I thought I finally left all that Weasley baggage behind with my father.”

“Well, I’m not quite sure what I expected, but at least we know he doesn’t despise us.” Harry flashed Draco a wide grin. “Isn’t it unsettling that the conversation we’ve been dreading for so long, went so well?”

“It’s far from over, but at least we have our son’s blessing,” Draco replied, looking somewhat somber about the uncertain future that awaited their family. Harry knew it was true. They had barely scratched the surface of their past, but there was no point in dwelling on the past when they finally had each other.

In an effort to lighten up the mood again, Harry jested with a smirk and a raised brow. “Is this fascination with the Weasleys a genetic thing or?” 

He met with a playful slap from the blonde. “Just be thankful it skipped a generation.”