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To be fair, giving birth on the Burrow's floor was not really part of his life plan. Being pregnant without his knowledge wasn't on there either, but he digressed.
The Weasley family clock seemed to tick away as all spoons but Harry's were pointed at home (he just had to crash through their Floo on Sunday family dinner) while his own spoon pointed at 'mortal peril'.
Molly was shouting in his ear, or was she whispering? He wasn't actually sure because by this point he was a bit delirious with pain. Harry used to think he had a rather high tolerance for pain and he supposed he still did after all he'd gone through. Two days' worth of this pain, in the dingy, moulding bathroom of Grimmauld Place, before finding the strength to throw some Floo powder into his ashy fireplace and call out for the Burrow.
To be honest he was rather surprised he had even been granted access. What with how they had left things last time he had seen them, telling them all in no uncertain terms to fuck off out of his life.
A week after his outburst he had discovered that Ron and Hermione had actually blocked him from their Floo network of their home in the residential area of Diagon Alley. He wouldn't confirm nor deny having thrown one of their potted plants at their upstairs window, breaking it. Harry had booked it after that.
Speaking of said friends it seemed that Hermione was brushing back his sweaty hair that was plastered to his forehead, while Ron was off to the side approaching the kitchen with his Jack Russell Patronus running off to who knew where.
Harry could feel his vision blurring, as the world tilted for a second; another wave of pain overtaking him. It was absolutely mental; this morning he had thought he was dying and now he was being told that he possibly could because apparently he was carrying a child that had no way of exiting his obvious male body. It was bloody barmy was what it was!
It was in this delirium that he again felt the world move as they tried to levitate him, before a curt voice rang through the room, warning them all not to touch him and that they would have to do it here.
For a moment he recalled blond hair, grey eyes and a Healer's robe.
Then there was a baby. A reddish, screaming, squished up thing that was placed right on his chest. The baby squealed at him, eyes squeezed shut tightly in annoyance as Harry bled out on the Weasleys' living room rug.
One might not be aware of this, but for a good while now Harry Potter had stopped caring; he had become well, a bit of a dick. But there cut open in the Burrow he felt all of that change, looking down at a baby on his fucking chest and the grey eyes of a Healer staring at him in shock Harry began to care.
And then he passed out.
***
Harry was no stranger in finding himself face or arse first on the sidewalk of Muggle London. The smell of piss in his nose or someone's used cigarette, napkin or Merlin forbid, condom stuck to his face.
But pants down and cock half out, that was a new low. The honks of taxis, cars and lorries zoomed mercilessly past him at 11:30 on a Friday night.
So with a grunt and a sigh, Harry thanked his growing gut for semi covering his half erect and now wilting cock from getting him arrested for public indecency, putting it away and facing the bouncer who'd just kicked him out of the club.
'You've been warned about manhandling the dancers; you're certainly not allowed to get your todger out during a lap dance. Consider yourself banned from this establishment.'
Okay fine, so it was a strip club.
Harry said nothing before stumbling off to somewhere a little more lax when it came to wanking.
It started drizzling as it was wont to do in the UK and Harry hadn't had the foresight or quite frankly the energy to conjure himself an umbrella or even remember to bring one before exiting Grimmauld Place for the night to frequent the local curry place down the road where the staff were helping him to get through their entire menu.
Upon finishing his meal, he had taken it upon himself to check out what a lap dance would feel like, as he had never had one before. (Frankly, this was a crock of shit as he was a well-known client of Lusty Lorie's since he'd broken up with Ginny six months after the war. And now he was banned. What a class act.) As it turned out, they didn't like customers taking their dick out when the ladies were grinding on them, who knew.
Harry absolutely knew, but simply didn't give a shit, preferring to act like a dick himself.
He probably should have called it a night there and then but despite being thrown cock first into a gutter he thought it a grand idea to keep these vibes going.
The rain was cold and as mentioned he wasn't dressed for it, so with frankly having no idea where he was going, his best bet was the first dry place he could find.
It was then that he saw Malfoy.
With an expensive grey umbrella over his head and a sheer see through silver suit on that hardly left anything to the imagination, but Harry garnered that was rather the idea. It was a Friday night after all and the Healer was known for his social life in a dignified Malfoy way of course.
Not in a disgraced saviour way, with their...well. If he was still talking to his friends he was sure they would have something to say.
As if they were back at Hogwarts, Harry found himself compelled to follow Malfoy. It was, after all, not every day one saw the Malfoy heir and star of some confusing dreams strutting down Muggle allies at night with glitter on his lips and eyes.
It was also completely normal to note all those things with just a quick glance in the now pouring rain.
Harry continued to follow him to what happened to be a very high-end gay club. Harry shouldn't have been surprised, Malfoy was always a bit of a ponce.
The club was loud when he was eventually allowed entry, due to the fact he looked like a drowned rat, wearing a holey shirt that used to belong to Dudley and sweatpants. Not exactly the right dress code for this kind of establishment. But Carl the bouncer was two minutes from ending his shift and the homeless guy with a scar on his head was now Axel's problem and he fucking hated that guy anyways.
So in Harry went to a pounding techno bass and flashing lights that could cause a few seizures - and to Malfoy grinding up against an attractive shirtless bloke in a black tartan kilt.
Harry growled at the what he considered to be tasteless display, his feet leading him on autopilot to the middle of the dance floor.
***
When Harry woke up, it was not slow but all at once. The sound of various Amplifying Charms among others going off in the familiar white panelled private room of St Mungos. A place he had come to known intimately during his rather short lived Auror career.
At his side was another familiar sight of Weasley ginger hair draped over a chair next to his bed.
In an attempt to get up he felt his stomach rebel and almost threw up. It was as if someone had opened him up and gone searching for something, not even bothering to close him back up. With a curious hand he grabbed at his stomach and felt bandages beneath.
A flash of a squishy, squealing thing popped up in his mind.
Then a charm that must have been keyed into him decided to go off throughout his room and a sea of nurses swarmed in. That in turn startled Molly awake and her knitting fell to the floor with a minute crash.
'Oh, Harry!' she exclaimed and attempted to knock the nurses out of the way, to get to her pseudo son.
'Mrs Weasley, I'm going to have to ask you to.. to..' The mousey looking nurse gave a squeak at the utterly terrifying look the Weasley matriarch threw at her. In a wise bout of self-preservation, she stepped back to let the older woman through, leaving with the other nurse after collecting all data they needed for the Healer who they assured him would be in momentarily.
'My sweet boy,' she cooed as she patted his hair, 'why didn't you tell us?'
The flash of the squishy red thing came back to mind.
'I didn't know,' was his dumb reply, as tears stung the back of his eyes.
Molly gave him the sweetest most loving look he most definitely didn't deserve as she continued to pat his hair.
'You certainly don't make life easy for yourself, do you, Harry,' she placated.
'No. He does not,' the agitated voice of Draco Malfoy supplied, closing the door behind him.
Harry stilled, as he started to connect the dots, wishing desperately that another Healer had taken his case. Anyone would be better than him.
Because that squealing pink and red thing that Harry kept recalling? It wasn't some immaculate conception crap. Someone had helped to put it in the currently very self-destructive saviour and it just so happened to be the one who had helped get it out.
***
Draco Malfoy had been plagued by one annoying fact since he was the ripe old age of eleven years.
He was in love with one Harry James Potter.
He didn't need anyone's opinion on that fact, already hating himself enough for his lack of sanity and originality for falling for the Harry Potter of all people.
When they started this little dance of theirs he knew there was no other way for it to end, but with his heart ripped from his chest and bleeding on the ground.
Because Potter liked to believe that these little dalliances never happened. The first time he could excuse, both of them had been drunk and Potter had left in the morning without a word. Afterwards the Prophet had run a piece about him with some up and coming player from the Wasps and Draco had tried to forget about their little dalliance.
He was a Healer in training after all; he had more important things to do than worry about a drunken fantastic shag with Potter a year after the war had ended.
No, Draco had more important things to do. Like bringing his family out of the gutter his father had put them in, while simultaneously rising through the ranks of his Healer training. He had studied all over the continent before coming back as the foremost Healer in his field and receiving a placement as Head of the paediatrics neonatal division at St Mungos, specialising in the rare cases of male wizarding pregnancies that came through his office door.
To put it bluntly he was thriving at work and socially; the Malfoy name something to be feared and respected again.
Meanwhile it seemed Potter was flailing. Draco would often see the headlines, "BOY WHO LOVED TO EAT", next to a very unflattering picture of Harry throwing the paparazzi the bird while trying to have a simple meal. Those articles were often accompanied by two side by side then and now pictures of Potter when the final battle had just ended and he had to do all that press, including a shirtless pic that Draco was not ashamed to say he wanked to on more than one occasion, next to his now picture where Harry's overly large shirts he used to wear at school were now a bit tight.
Harry wasn't a twig anymore, so what? He needed to get rid of that emaciated, malnourished look he had going for him all through school; there was just more of him to love now.
But then the sleeping around articles came out. To the Wizarding World his weight didn't matter: if the Chosen One picked you to take home you were not going to say no. This was of course after his relationship with the Weaslette fizzled out, along with Potter's short career as an Auror.
And Draco never begrudged him his whoring phase. Was he jealous? Absolutely, but he didn't begrudge him.
But the articles just kept coming. 'THE BOY WHO DRINKS!', 'THE BOY WHO STINKS', 'THE BOY WHO LIKES BOYS.' One would think at twenty-two, he would cease being referred to as a boy.
What Draco was trying to say was that he kept tabs on Potter as his life was falling apart, but said falling apart of the saviour's life didn't stop Draco from dipping his wick into the Boy-Who-Lived a second time.
It was Draco's twenty-second birthday when it happened. Pansy decided to throw him a great to do at the newest elite Wizarding club in New Castle of all places. When he said she invited everyone he meant everyone. It was, he admitted, a fantastic party; the whole place theirs for the night. It was camp as anything but he loved it.
It was halfway through the night, his Armani suit as crisp as ever with a well-placed Charm and sweat free from another well placed Charm, his eyes caked in green as Pansy had opted for a Slytherin motif, when Potter looking presentable for once waved him over from the balcony that looked over the dance floor. Draco immediately took notice of course, because if Potter was in a room they knew where each other were at all times.
Extracting himself from Pansy and Blaise was an easy enough feat. They would be fucking in a loo in no time, then she would go and find Theo because she couldn't just be in love with Blaise. Just like him and Potter they had a thing for guys who didn't know how to keep their cock in their pants.
When he reached Potter no words were spoken. He simply placed an Auror grade no detection charm down and braced his hands on the balcony's marble railing and shucked off his pants, his arse on display.
It was bigger than the last time he fucked it but, Merlin fuck if he didn't love it. His party going on down below as he almost fucked the saviour over the balcony.
'Happy birthday, Malfoy,' he said as he tucked himself away and righted his shirt, mussing up his already shagged looking hair even more as he tried to tame it. An impossible task at one point but he'd begun to grow it out along with the beard that now graced his face.
'Thanks, Potter.'
The next morning splashed on the front page of Prophet were Pansy and Potter, wrapped around each other outside of the club. Needless to say he didn't talk to Pansy for a month after that. In truth he didn't actually hate her for doing it, her thing with Blaise was exhausting and he had had to console her more than once about it, no, he wasn't mad at her.
He was mad at himself, because it just got worse after Potter's friends cut him off and it all started up again in a Muggle gay club in London.
***
Harry decided that the best thing to do in this situation was to pretend it wasn't happing, which was his cure all for dealing with Malfoy. Unlike all the other times where he could just leave in the morning and then get well and truly fucked again the night after to prove nothing had happened. This time he was drugged up on pain relieving potions and if he was to do a runner he would probably land flat on his face and tear whatever had been done to his stomach.
It was then in his moment of inner turmoil that Molly leaped up from her place at Harry's side and went to hug Malfoy. A truly maddening sight to be sure, after a blood feud that has lasted years and not seeing the woman himself for near on a year now here she was hugging the … umm. The something to his torn open stomach.
'Thank you, Healer Malfoy, truly I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't come when you did,' she lamented.
'I believe that you have your son to thank for that. If he hadn't sent that Patronus to me directly, Potter and his child would be dead,' he spat with absolutely no remorse.
Harry thought that right then would be a capital time to throw up.
'Harry,' Molly fretted, flicking her wand to get rid of the sick and began to fuss over him. 'Draco, that was a bit tactless. I know first-hand you have more bed side manner than that, as you have delivered two, now three of my grand-babies.'
'I do apologise, Molly, but Potter needs to hear how close he came to not only losing his life but his child's as well,' Malfoy retorted.
Harry went to lay back down on his pillow, staring at the pristine ceiling. Mungo's really ran a tight ship when it came to keeping the place clean.
'I am the Boy-Who-Lived, remember,' he attempted to joke.
But Malfoy was having none of it. While Harry was doing his very best to not look at Malfoy, if he was to look at him, he would have seen those grey eyes go steely and would have wished for death from the hands of the Dark Lord rather than what Draco Malfoy was about to unleash on him.
'THIS. ISN'T. JUST ABOUT. YOU!' Malfoy screamed at him, making Harry flinch as he continued on, voice turning cold after that loss of control, 'You do realise, Potter, that you and the baby were in distress for three days, three days in which you didn't come in. You had no prenatal care, you have been drinking and partying, and doing Merlin knows what else while an innocent baby was counting on you to look after and protect them. Do you know how many tests I've had to perform to ensure they have no long lasting health defects?'
'How, how many?' Harry whispered, as he placed an arm over his face in a vain attempt to block out the world.
'Too many to count, Potter, nearly all of them,' he barked.
Harry sucked in a loud breath in another poor attempt not to cry.
'All the while trying to keep their father from bleeding out numerous times. You are a complete and utter self-destructive moron, Potter. And I have half a mind to not allow you to leave here with her once you're healed,' he chastised.
If one felt sorry for Harry at this point, they shouldn't. He didn't feel sorry for himself as he deserved everything Malfoy said.
Molly stared, not knowing how to react. As much as she loved Harry she too had felt the brunt of his self-loathing and survivor's guilt. She had already lost one son, she didn't intend to lose another.
'However, luckily for you she seems to have inherited her father's sheer dumb luck. So far the only abnormalities she has is being smaller than we would like, but her brain is functioning as it should and all organs are their proper size and working well. Despite my better judgment you will be able to see her once I've deemed you well enough,' Draco sighed.
Harry merely nodded, turning onto his side and glancing out the window.
'I didn't even know she was in there,' Harry whimpered. 'How could I not know?'
Molly took it upon herself to smooth back his hair again as Harry wept.
'Mister Malfoy, can you please perform the necessary examinations, then go check on my granddaughter. That would be lovely.'
Harry heard Malfoy sigh, then a wave of magic washed over him. 'I shall be back later, Potter. I apologise again, Molly, if I was out of line I assure you it will not happen again. It was unprofessional of me.' And with that he left the room.
And Harry let himself cry.
***
The thing with Malfoy was, there was no thing with Malfoy. At least not in Harry's mind. So he didn't in fact walk into the middle of a gay club to Malfoy grinding against a man in a kilt, music blaring and men in cages.
He also didn't use wandless magic to stun said Muggle grinding up against Malfoy so he would go off after some twink a couple paces away.
That would mean he also didn't take Malfoy to the loos and pushed him down to his knees to suck his cock, wrapping those diamond encrusted lips so beautifully around him that he could have come right then.
It would also mean that he didn't get Apparated back to Malfoy's fancy Healer loft and laid back on his frankly too big dining table for someone who lived alone, and get the pounding of a lifetime, or wake up in the early hours of the morning to Apparate back home.
And to get over the thing that didn't happen with Malfoy he certainly didn't go and pull Hannah Abbott after her shift at the Leaky. Only to then get a Howler from Neville for being a shitty friend, sleeping with the girl he was in love with; a fact Harry had known about since a year after the war.
Not like it was Harry's fault that Neville hadn't made a move since then. Just like it wasn't Neville's fault either that his friend had turned into a prat.
And so the Prophet kept churning out articles; Harry kept pushing away his friends and the thing that he didn't have with Malfoy definitely didn't keep happening.
Let it be known that Harry was an unreliable narrator and that there was absolutely something going on between him and Malfoy.
***
For some reason St Mungos saw fit to let Harry take home the squealing infant that had secretly been housed in what Harry had recently been informed was a fully functioning magical womb that had allowed him to make a child without any means of exit. Harry loved magic but it was undeniable that it could be weird and nonsensical. Case in point, it had chosen now to get him knocked up after countless times of letting men fuck him. Well, it was more like one man he let fuck him; he usually topped with others, but that wasn't the point.
As he was saying, he had no idea why his magic had now decided to 'gift' him, as Molly called it, with an infant. He also had no idea why St Mungos, or Malfoy specifically, let him take her home.
He was glad Molly was with him holding said baby. His daughter. In her arms as they walked (Molly) and stumbled (Harry) into the dust, mould and Doxy infested parlour of Grimmauld Place.
Except, he couldn't see dust or mould anywhere; the wallpaper was still peeling but other than that, the place looked well, clean.
'I've had Bill in,' Molly supplied, bouncing the curly haired baby gently.
Lily, he'd called her. He knew it wasn't very original but he didn't really know many names. It was boring and simple and it was his mother's. He didn't tell anyone her middle name; he'd take that to his grave. The only one in the know was Malfoy as he had to sign the certificate with him, on a rare night when Molly had left his bed side.
Malfoy had said nothing; he rarely did after Harry had first woken up, unless it was which potions and salves to use, to ensure he healed properly. Apparently getting your stomach, muscles and fat cut through was pretty major surgery that took weeks to heal, less so in the Wizarding World but it all depended on the patient apparently.
Lily Narcissa Potter was such a random little thing that had appeared in his life; they had almost killed each other but he loved the squish. He just didn't know what to do with her.
Which was why Molly had agreed to stay with him for the first month of her life; he had also been allocated a midwife who would come around once a week around the same time to check on him and Lily.
Who he had nothing for, no pram, no cot, no nappies or wipes or all the fucking things one needed for a child.
He was gonna screw up this baby, Merlin, why had they thought it had been a good idea to let him leave with her?
He should have given her to Malfoy. He could barely look after himself.
'Come on, Harry, let's get the little one settled,' she smiled, leading him up the stairs.
He was ashamed to say he had to cling to the railings to get up, one hand on his stomach as he panted.
Molly, bless her, stopped to wait for him once she realised how he was struggling. He waved her on and she headed towards his bedroom. Once he'd finally got there as well, he noted two new additions to his room.
‘New-borns tend to spend most of their time with their mother at the start. You'll be getting up most nights anyways, so we saw no point in setting up the nursery for her yet. Andy lent you the bassinet; obviously Teddy's grown out of it, what with him being six and all. The changing table used to be ours for all the kids; we have a portable one now for Victoire, so we thought you could use it. We found the rocking chair in the attic; obviously you don't need to keep them. It can all be temporary till you buy your own or you can keep them as long as you like,' she grinned and with a flick of her wand she stored all his clothes into his now clean room.
'Thank you, Molly," he breathed. 'I, um. I don't know what to say.. thank you.' She beamed down at him, where he sat down on the bed.
'Well. I, um, guess I'll go feed this little one and let you rest for a bit, I'll call you when lunch is ready.'
'Thanks,' was all he could say as he pulled himself under the covers and let Molly deal with his daughter. He would do the parenting thing soon, but for now he was just so tired. Tomorrow, he would get to know her tomorrow.
***
It was a couple weeks after his non fuck with Malfoy that he ran into him again, after a bout of the flu that had kept Harry housebound for a few days. The only problem was this time he wasn't drunk or even close to it, he was stone cold sober in a Flourish & Blots getting something for Luna's birthday party he'd been invited to despite the whole 'shunning off nearly all his friends'.
He decided to get her something about myths, she was into that, right? Always going on about Nargels and such rubbish. He was just pulling something off a floating version of a sushi train with books instead of sushi, when Malfoy and him went for the same book.
'Well, fuck me,' Harry groaned as he pulled his long curls back up into the messy bun they had fallen out of.
'I believe we have already done that.'
Harry rolled his eyes. Not in his world they hadn't.
‘What are you doing here?' he demanded.
Malfoy in turn rolled his own eyes. 'What does it look like, Potter? Attempting to purchase a book, obviously.'
'Well, go do it somewhere else,' he stated, pulling the book they had both gone for out of Malfoy's grasp.
'Oh Potter, are we really going to do this dance?' Malfoy asked, leaning against one of the book shelves as he pulled the book back out of Harry's grasp.
'And what dance would that be?' Harry asked in annoyance, yanking the book back.
Malfoy scoffed, reaching for the book again, which ended in an tussle as the two of them squabbled over who would get the book, it ending again in Malfoy's favour.
'The one where you pretend that we have been nothing more to each other than old schoolmates who do nothing more than nod at each other in passing, instead of fucking every time we are in the same vicinity. That dance,' he huffed as the book came back to Harry when they bashed into one of the bookshelves, toppling them over.
The two had no time for the mess that they were amassing around them and the disgruntled workers who were currently barging up the stairs to see to the comeuppance that was going on over head.
'That's because we are nothing more than that,' Harry lied through gritted teeth, as Malfoy slammed him into the opposite bookshelf.
Books went flying and an old hidden copy of The Monster Book of Monsters scampered to freedom down the stairs, nibbling at the worker who had come to see to the chaos, who immediately changed their direction back down the stairs as the book chased them out the front door.
'You're such a fucking liar, Potter!' he screamed before throwing the book they were battling over across the room and kissing Harry square on the mouth.
Harry didn't kiss him back (he did). He also didn't trip them over so that Malfoy could straddle him. And kiss him harder, grinding down on him wantonly.
'WHAT IN MERLIN'S NAME IS GOING ON UP HERE?' the owner of Flourish and Blots boomed.
Malfoy jumped off him immediately, grabbing the book they had fought over. Harry scowled up at him, having a harder time of getting up as a book kept flying at his head.
‘Sorry about the mess.' Malfoy swished his wand and the books began to right themselves. 'I'll take this one, sir.' Malfoy passed the book over with all the swag of a pure-blooded git.
The owner looked at the two of them with irritation at their absolute gall.
'Out!' he fumed.
Harry tried and failed not to laugh at the look on Malfoy's face.
'But. Um, my book.' Malfoy pointed at said book in the man's hand.
'I said out. Now! The both of you!' he barked again.
Harry's face fell too. 'But,' he protested.
By now, rightfully so, Cornelius Blot had had enough. 'Evictus' he shot at the two of them with his wand, sending the two of them whooshing down the stairs and out the door to the cobbled stoned, very busy walkway of Diagon Alley.
Like stated before, landing on his arse outside an establishment was not new, so he got up with a grunt and dusted himself off. Malfoy, however, sat there in shock at the absolute audacity that he had been kicked out of Flourish and Blots - a store he had donated to quite frequently.
Harry sighed and held his hand out to the stunned Healer. Malfoy took it, locking eyes with him.
And well, Harry definitely didn't Apparate them back to his place.
Right into his messy bedroom, on his unmade bed and hands down each other's pants as they definitely didn't make out.
'Take your pants off, Potter,' Malfoy ordered.
Harry didn't because well that would mean that he was going to fuck or be fucked by Malfoy and they didn't do that. And they most definitely didn't do that sober.
So he continued to not wank Malfoy. Who groaned in annoyance and pushed Harry half of the bed. Just as suddenly he had Harry with his hands braced on the floor, his stomach dangling off the bed and his pants half pushed down, a prep spell cast and Malfoy's cock up his ass.
He definitely didn't groan in pleasure either.
Malfoy set a frantic pace and it was fantastic, coupled with his hand tugging him in tandem it was all Harry could do but be lost in the pure bliss of it all as his hands struggled for purchase and his gut moving with the pace that was set. It was overwhelming and perfect and he was soon spilling over thanks to the masterful hit against his prostate with each thrust.
Like he said, it was wonderful, until he came down from his high and noticed that Malfoy wasn't done and the pace he was setting was too much as he searched for his own release. The position he had him in was doing nothing for the sudden nausea that had over taken him.
He was now over stimulated and starting to feel sick, like he was going to blow chunks right now if Malfoy didn't finish soon.
‘Malfoy,' he panted as he scratched at the floor.
Malfoy didn't seem to hear him, too lost in his own sensation as he bucked faster.
'Malfoy' he panted again, which he must have taken as a cry of passion as he grabbed at Harry's hair and pulled with each thrust.
He could feel the bile rising as he tried to grasp at Malfoy's arm to get him to stop. Or at least warn him as to how unsexy Harry was about to make this encounter.
'Malfoy!' he exclaimed and he felt Malfoy begin to come. Harry pushed him back with a bit of a kick and he felt some of Malfoy's come shoot onto his back as he bolted from the bed that Malfoy painted with the rest of his load before falling onto the mattress in confusion and bliss, while Harry ran into his ensuite and promptly threw up everything he'd eaten that day.
For a Healer Malfoy didn't have much pity for the evacuation of Harry's stomach contents.
'Charming, Potter,' he called out from his stupor in the middle of Harry's bed. His grey eyes roamed across the derelict bedroom Harry had brought them to.
Harry simply heaved some more.
'Can you just leave?' Harry ground out, his head resting on the rim of the loo.
'So you can put yourself together to go after my best friend,' Malfoy pouted. When he got out of the bed, the spotty unmade mattress squeaked as he did so.
'Oh, stop your pouting. I sleep with everyone's best friends, I slept with Hannah Abbot not too long ago.' He gagged before throwing up again.
'Longbottom's girl, that's a low blow, Potter,' Draco pointed out as he took the time to catalogue Harry's room, who knew when he would be, well he didn't want to say gifted the opportunity to see it again as it was kind of a dump.
Was that mould on the ceiling?
‘Can you just leave?' Harry asked again, as the flush of the toilet sounded.
Malfoy sighed, 'Fine, can't wait to see who you use this time to convince yourself this never happened." And with a pop he was gone.
Harry let out a sigh, before summoning a bottle of Pepper Up Potion, using Scourgifying the stain from his bed before pulling his pants down and falling face first onto his bed.
That night after a dinner at the Leaky, he ran into Zabini. He saw the flash of a camera as the beautiful sight that was Zabini sucked at his neck, then Apparated them to his seaside mansion where he rode Harry till the sun came up.
***
Harry found it funny the amount of people that came back into his life once the news of his bastard child hit the papers. He shouldn't call her that because he didn't actually think of her as one but he didn't exactly want to call her a love child now, did he?
The first to show up was Luna, which wasn't a surprise as she already knew he'd been pregnant. He kind of wished she had informed him of said pregnancy and not in her Luna way like she did which completely went over his head all the time.
It was also a boon that she was the first to show up. He hadn't invited her and as stated previously the world didn't know about Lily as of yet; he had a feeling Draco had something to do with it.
About a day after he had come home with the new human that relied on him to keep her alive, Luna knocked on the front door.
Harry didn't answer it as he was sitting in the back yard, hiding from Molly and the tiny human. Last night he'd convinced Molly to have the bassinet in her room as he was feeling too poorly to deal with her through the night. He may have been a bit more of a kiss up in his asking but that was the gist of it.
Luna found him at the very back of the yard and was holding Lily.
'Morning, Harry,' she said in that way of hers as she sat on the padded swing beside him, as it swung softly from one of the ancient wand trees that grew in the back yard.
When he had found the swing he'd been surprised that Walburga Black had allowed something like that. The reason why was engraved upon it in a swooping familiar writing that said 'Keep off S&R swing'.
He liked the swing; it was probably one of his favourite spots in Grimmauld Place.
'She's lovely,' she beamed down at the squish.
Molly had obviously finished what she had been knitting during the entirety of his stay in Mungos, as Lily was decked in a purple knitted garb complete with beanie and booties and little enchanted unicorns that pranced around her onesie.
'I'm excited for when mine arrive.'
Harry's eyes went wide at her statement. 'Luna! I didn't know you were pregnant.'
'Oh I'm not, but I'm excited for the day they make themselves known.'
'Right?' Harry stammered. He supposed even after all these years you could still never get the hang of Luna.
'You seem lost, Harry,' she smiled sadly up at him.
'I suppose I am, a bit. I mean a week ago I wasn't a dad, was I. I mean I guess technically, but I'ts not like I knew it. How could I not know, Luna?' he asked rhetorically. And because it was Luna she answered.
'Well, I suppose you've always had a bad habit of suppressing things when it comes to Draco, so Lily must have been trying to help you hide her too.'
Harry had no words.
'What.. what gave you the idea she's Malfoy's?' he laughed manically.
'Is she not?'
His hand burned and he stared down at the scar: I must not tell lies. He supposed he hadn't been living by that lately. When he first had those words branded into his skin, he would never even think of lying because the annoyance of no one believing him ran so deep over the years.
But it was like once the war ended he saw no need to keep up the persona of Boy-who-Lived; he was done. He was alive, could he be wild? Couldn't the Wizarding World let him actually be a kid for once?
Then he got bold and annoyed as he got away with more and more, because who would say no to Harry Potter?
And little by little he forgot to care, his morals got looser, his pants got tighter and he just gave up.
He supposed he should stop, once Lily popped up he had to look at himself and realise what a twat he'd turned into.
And admit he'd been fucking Malfoy for near on three years now. Technically seven if he counted the first time right after the war after he and Ginny broke up. Suren there was a gap of about four years when they hadn't seen each other, but every single time they had met after that, well.
He looked at Lily as she was cradled with her head in Luna's hands and body along her arms. This little human he and Draco had made and he was scared of holding.
'I hope you're not going to put that little piece of information into the Quibbler's front page spread about Harry Potter's bastard child.'
'I like to think of her as a love child.' She smiled down as Lily as she smacked her tiny lips together, getting ready to cry he reckoned.
'I don't.' He cringed. 'But speaking of, will you actually do the birth announcement, there's not really anyone else I trust with it.'
'Of course, Harry,' she smiled, jumping off the swing with his daughter in her arms.
His heart almost leaped into his throat at the sight, but Lily looked fine, so he calmed down.
'She really is lovely I look forward to meeting her again.' She placed a hand on his, as the other cradled Lily. 'She will be happy whenever you decided to hold her, she won't hold it against you.'
Again Harry was taken aback by Luna and her ways and he watched her wander back inside, passing the babe over in the doorway to Molly.
He may have started caring again and he loved his daughter. But that didn't mean he wasn't scared shitless over fucking her up, hence why he hadn't held her yet. That and he was worried that if he did, he would get to attached and Malfoy would come round any day to take her away from him.
***
Needless to say, both Draco and Pansy didn't speak to Blaise for about a month after him necking Potter was splashed across the front page of the Prophet, coupled with being told by Blaise himself that they had fucked. Well, he was in the dog house with them both by the time Lovegood's twenty-third birthday rolled around.
Sans the birthday present he'd been kicked out of Flourish and Blots for and which had resulted in fucking Potter and not talking to Zabini, Draco decided to visit Owloops for some creature he was sure Lovegood would love.
Pansy of course claimed ownership of said present and he settled for a new strain of dirigible plums for her and the Scamander boy's front garden. He'd remembered her saying she'd wished she had some like those that once used to grow out front of her old family home.
So it was on the thirteenth of February he and Pansy arrived, their gifts in hand, to Luna's rather unique abode; a cacophony of strange sounds warbling from the sonograph that played on the front lawn as guests meandered around the long tables that took residence beneath the trees. The trees housed a sea of rainbow coloured glass bottles that hung from different heights.
A row of fairy lights floated above, refactoring a beautiful stream of light from the bottles. All in all, it was all very Luna-like and very loud.
After finding the birthday girl and giving her her presents she beamed up at them and hugged them both in return. 'Thank you both for coming, if you're wondering where the flowers are growing I'm pretty sure they are inside.'
'Okay?' Draco questioned before Pansy was taken away by Luna and he was standing in confusion under a blue light when a bottle was hit with one of the fairy lights.
In a daze, Draco made his way inside and found a completely wasted Potter having a heated row with Weasley and Granger, well more to Weasley's and Granger's backs, as the two were very obviously not paying the Chosen One any mind.
'Would you fucking talk to me!' he screeched.
Weasel and Granger pretended he wasn't there as they continued their chat with Longbottom, who was also ignoring the Saviour. No surprises there, were he and Pansy not doing the same thing to Blaise currently after he found it an excellent idea to sleep with Potter?
He supposed he better save the idiot from further embarrassment. Not that he deserved it, after all it should be him he was giving the silent treatment to, not Blaise, but it was as they said: as well as blind, love was also stupid.
'Hey, Potter,' he called out.
That stopped Potter's tirade dead in its tracks. His head turned to him and then he bolted. Draco sighed as he made his way over to two thirds of the broken Golden Trio.
'Weasel, Granger, Longbottom,' he greeted. The three of them nodded in greeting. 'Not talking to Potter still, I take it,' he queried, taking a glass of floating alcohol as it bobbed along.
Granger went to speak, then closed her mouth and eyes as if not knowing what to say, her earrings swinging as she shook her head. Weasley apparently had no such issue. 'We can't help him until he helps himself, there are only so many times one can intervene and pull him out of the gutters.'
'And the red strip in Amsterdam,' Longbottom supplied.
Draco's jaw clenched unconsciously at that.
'And industrial bins in Muggle London,' Ron added.
'Are we talking about Harry then,' Finnegan piped up from beside Longbottom, Thomas not far behind him, his and Seamus' son strapped to the front of his chest, Ben his name was, he should know as he had helped deliver him.
'Did you tell them about the time we found him with some Muggle twink drinking vodka out his belly button,' Dean added.
'Or the time he slept with Hannah,' Longbottom growled.
'He did not!' Hermione squealed in denial.
'It was all over the Prophet, 'Mione, how could you have missed it!' Ron exclaimed.
'You know I don't read that tripe, Ron. We are married, how could you not know that,' she chided.
'I'm surprised Luna even invited him, I mean it's not like he takes the time to speak to his friends anymore,' Chang chimed in from out of nowhere.
'Well, from where I was standing it looked like he was trying very hard to talk to his friends and they were all ignoring him,' Draco supplied and all turned to him in utter shock. Just because he had been indoctrinated into the Gryffindor social circle didn't mean he'd lost that serpent's tongue.
'Don't talk about what you don't understand, Malfoy, you have no idea,' Weasley shot back.
'Seems to me like he's in pain and doesn't know how to deal with it because he was emotionally stunted as a child.'
Again the Gryffindors and that annoying Chang stared at him in astonishment.
'Do you all forget I'm a Healer?' he wondered and gave Ben's cheeks a little caress before marching off to find fucking Potter because he was obviously a fucking masochist.
Lovegood had a strange house. For one thing it was round, with a domed ceiling that housed paintings of nearly everyone in attendance of her party. Scamander must really love her because as much as he loved Luna and the portraits were a lovely sentiment, that didn't necessarily mean that she was good at painting.
In addition to this feature, the house seemed to make doors which much like the moving staircases at Hogwarts liked to change randomly. During his search for Potter he was also looking for the loo and he had yet to find it because the rooms kept changing. He continued on up the spiralling hallway where he opened another door only to find Blaise and Pansy being stupid and making out in the bathroom containing the blessed loo.
'You two are fucking exhausting, you do know that,' Draco chided, before Blaise slammed the door shut with his foot as Pansy continued to snog him from her perch on the sink.
'Hey, I need to piss!' He banged on the door in annoyance.
The sound of shoes came close all of a sudden and soon the blond head of Rolf Scamander came round the corner.
'Oh thank Merlin! Rolf, where in this Morgana forsaken house is there another loo?' he pleaded.
'Mine and Luna's room has one, the door's at the end of the hall.'
'Is it, Rolf?' he questioned, feeling like his bladder was about to burst.
He laughed, understanding what Draco meant. 'Yes, it's definitely the last door at the end of the hall.'
Draco bolted. Racing to the end of the hall, he slammed the door open to another round room. The crazy amount of wizard space in this house should frankly be featured in an architectural magazine.
And there to the right was an open door that showed the most wonderful sight: a loo.
He locked Luna's and Rolf's bedroom door and dashed to the toilet, taking out his dick without preamble and relieving himself. Sweet relief.
Once finished, he gave himself a shake and washed his hands with soap that looked like a Puffskein. He dried off his hands with the hand towel because he wasn't a heathen who dried them on his designer pants like certain people.
He looked at himself in the mirror, checking to see if his makeup needed any fixing. It didn't, he looked stunning with his blue, yellow, pink and orange eye shadow that framed his whole eyes and were dispersed with white stars that glimmered every now and then; after all it was Luna's party. His lips complemented them exactly with just a few more stars and both were charmed to stay no matter what.
So he supposed it was rather redundant to check, but well, he wasn't called a ponce for nothing.
Upon exiting the bathroom, he noticed that Luna's and Rolf's room was quite a bit bigger than he thought it was and that the carpet wasn't just soft carpet. It was actually moss, charmed to cover the entirety of the space. An odd wavy archway seemed to lead to their main bedroom, a lounge set and two desks the first items to grab one's attention when entering.
Malfoy being Malfoy of course decided to check out the rest of the room. That was when he heard the crying.
As he walked through the arch he saw to his surprise one Harry Potter in the middle of Luna's and Rolf's circular bed that hung from the domed ceiling by flower covered vines and purple and blue cheer curtains. The whole room seemed to be bathed in the colours as if they were in a moonlit cave.
'Potter?' Draco quietly said, making his way towards the bed.
Harry let out a strangled sob. 'Of course you'd come in here and find me like this.'
Draco jumped into the middle of the bed and it swayed back and forth, almost making him fall over.
'Merlin, how do they sleep in this?' he asked, trying to stabilise himself.
'I don't know, I've always loved a swing,' Harry said weakly, wiping at his eyes. 'I guess I could see why, they can be quite soothing.'
'Harry, what's wrong, why are you crying?' he asked, wiping away Harry's tears as he knelt in front of him.
'I don't know. I don't know. I never cry, well, not never but it takes a lot. I have never let it get to me before, I mean I know why they aren't talking to me, I basically told all the Weasleys and Hermione to fuck off. Maybe it's because I've been drinking or the fact that nearly all my friends besides Luna didn't want to speak to me. Then you turned up and saw me have a fucking meltdown in front of everyone. I just needed to get away; it was too much, everything is too much.' He began to cry again.
Draco didn't know what to do, but hold him as he cried.
He pulled them down to rest on their sides and wiped off more of Harry's tears, bringing him closer so that he could place his chin on top of Harry's curls.
They stayed like that for a good while, until the gentle soothing kisses grew more heated but no less soft and Harry pulled him on top of him, slowly pulling off Draco's pants and letting Draco pull off his own. Harry was the one to whisper the charms for lube but he didn't prepare himself; he let Draco do that slowly, one figure at a time before Harry helped guide the tip of his cock to his entrance. It was so slow and hot and agonisingly beautiful.
Harry looked at him and kissed him as they made love and he knew that as soon as they stopped, it would be like nothing had happened. He wouldn't let him hold him close like this; he would go on as if it had never happened and find someone to hurt him to prove this hadn't been something.
Pull his heart out and leave it bleeding on the floor, just like he had known would happen the first time, second, third and many more.
But that was future Draco's problem, one that didn't have Harry.
This Draco had him, swinging in tandem to the beat of each other's hearts. And he'd recently learn that Harry liked swings.
They came together and when it ended they laid there for a while. They never cuddled like this.
That was when Draco ruined it.
'I love you, Harry.'
***
Harry had never been very good at accepting love. He guessed that was another reason holding Lily scared the shit out of him.
She'd been in his house making it hers with all the stuff she needed and was gifted by various visitors.
He didn't say sorry to them; he should have but it would be empty and hollow now. He could show them in time, how much he really didn't mean to take them down with him. The only person he'd actually done that to so far was Molly, but in truth a mother didn't really need much to forgive their child, that was something he'd learned almost instantly when he looked at Squish.
She could come home one day having killed someone and he would help her bury the body.
That didn't mean he had had the strength yet to pick her up, though, and he had been quite strategic in convincing Molly he had. (Molly knew he hadn't once touched his daughter since arriving home and she was currently planning a coup to fix that, not that Harry was aware of this.) Yes, Kreacher came in quite handy at those moments; it also helped that Lily was half Black and Kreacher would do anything for the little Miss Black.
Harry would correct him to no avail that it was Potter, but Kreacher would hear none of it. Harry was just glad Molly never heard him call her that, which would betray the other father's identity.
Harry was rather delusional, however, if he believed Molly didn't have a clue who Lily's other father was. In fact he was part of the coup she was mere seconds from enacting.
One where she hurried out after an urgent Floo call from Arthur about Charlie, which meant that of course she had to catch a urgent Portkey to Romania and would be back in a day or two.
Harry simply watched dumbfounded as she left him alone with Squish on the floor for something called tummy time. Kreacher had been called away to Hogwarts again on strict orders from McGonagall.
In short, Harry was fucked.
And then Malfoy walked out of the Floo.
***
Harry left Luna's in a sort of daze, the music beating loudly, and he swore he saw Pixies flying about. His friends were on the dance floor and a certain blond was in Luna's room crying into the duvet, and everything was fine.
Just fine.
'Harry!' Luna called to him from the front gate he had just walked through unknowingly.
'Oh Luna, happy birthday.'
'Yes, you said that already when you gave me my present.'
'Did I? Well, I'm pretty sure you say it twice,' Harry replied.
'Are the flowers confusing your mind, Harry? They are like Nargels that way I'm told.'
'Yes well, I'll be seeing you.' And with that he Apparated home and promptly emptied his stomach on the floor. He felt something then, his hand against his stomach, like butterflies or cobras really, twisting and turning in his gut.
Harry didn't try to pick up anyone that night, or the night after. Or any other night till he found himself bleeding out on the Burrow floor.
***
'Malfoy, thank Godric.' In sheer relief he hugged him.
'Potter. What do you think you're doing.'
'Sorry. I'm just so glad to see you. Molly's left me all by myself with the Squish!' he exclaimed.
'And why would that be a problem, Potter?' Malfoy asked confused, picking up his daughter from her spot on the ground.
Harry scoffed. 'No reason, I just haven't been by myself with her yet.'
Draco shot him a questioning glare before taking Lily upstairs to Harry's room.
'What are you doing?' Harry raced after the two as they booked it up the stairs. He'd been eating a lot better since Molly had been here to monitor his eating habits plus surprisingly the stress of a new born did wonders for the waistline.
'Your midwife is on a holiday, so I took the opportunity to see my daughter. Do you have a problem with that?' Malfoy growled from his place next to Harry's made bed, where he place Lily down then pulled out his wand, creating a little sling from it that helped to sway Lily. He'd seen the midwife do it a couple times now.
"How's her weight coming?' Harry asked, resting his hand beside Lily's head where she looked up at him from the sling. He smiled down at her and unwarranted felt his finger brushing her curly hair.
'It's coming along well, I'm quite impressed she's starting to hit the markers she should be at her age,' Draco attempted to praise him.
Harry sighed. 'That would be Molly, I don't do much; fuck, I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't shown up when you did.'
He looked up at Draco then got caught into his beautiful grey eyes.
Draco released the spell, still holding Harry's gaze as he lifted up their daughter and popped her into Harry's arms who unknowingly took her and began to play with her little arms.
'I'm sure you would have been fine, Potter, she seems to like you well enough.' He motioned to her as Harry bounced her.
'Oh my god, I'm holding her, I’m holding the baby!' he exclaimed, looking down at her.
'You act like you've never done that before,' Draco said as he waved his wand over Lily, taking more measurements.
Harry scoffed, 'Yes, of course I have.' He got up from the bed, bouncing her gently as he cradled her to his chest. 'This is exhilarating,' he whispered into her black curly locks.
Done with his examination, Draco placed his wand away and made for Lily, who Harry reluctantly passed over to Draco for his turn with her.
'Do you mind if I stay a while, it's just, well, I don't get to see her much.'
Harry sighed; he seemed to do that a lot lately. 'You know you can see her whenever you want,' he remarked as Draco made his way over to him, taking a seat next to him on Harry's bed.
'Really? Even after the way I treated you after she was born?' he asked.
‘Well, I deserved it. What idiot doesn't know they are pregnant?'
Draco looked at him. 'Well, quite a few, it's a rare phenomenon but not uncommon. I may have just gone a bit barmy because it was my daughter I cut out of you. I checked first of course that she was actually mine before flying off the handle.'
'She couldn't have been anyone else's,' Harry admitted.
'Come now, Potter, I do read the Prophet. Not to mention you've slept with my two best friends,' he chided.
'Oh yeah, how's their honeymoon going?' Harry wondered.
'Don't change the subject, Potter. Come now, don't avoid the conversation of you being the biggest slag.'
'I'm not; I'm genuinely curious and I know I'm a slag. I just don't let anybody else but you bugger me,' he confessed.
'I can't believe you just admitted that we shagged. Did you hear that, Lil's?'
'I'd really rather our daughter didn't know about our shagging habits and I think we did more than shag, don't you think?'
Draco looked at Harry in absolute wonder and fear.
'I know we did, and we both know how I feel on the matter, but I still don't know where you stand.'
Harry looked back at Draco in turn holding their daughter and thought about another Lily and a man who looked like him and a childhood robbed of them. He didn't want Lily to be robbed of that too.
'I think we both know that I'm emotionally stunted and I have no clue how to deal with those emotions for a good many years now. Draco, I didn't think I could love until a squishy little thing I didn't know existed was placed on my chest. Even after that I didn't know what to do.'
'She hasn't fixed me and I doubt becoming a parent will, but she's like a stitch helping to sew me back together. I don't think she's the only thing I need to help me, though. I'm not saying I love you, but she's helped me realise what it feels like and I think that of all the people I've slept with -'
'Merlin, Potter. Not in front of our daughter.'
Harry laughed and went on, 'Of all of them, you're the one who feels most like what I feel when I look at her.'
Draco smiled. 'That's a long winded way of saying you fancy me.'
'Yeah well, it certainly wasn't part of my life plan.' Harry smiled back.
The End