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Part of the Problem
Chapter Number/Total: 10/24
Chapter Title: Part of the Problem
Words: 2116 Words
Since Elise learned how to crawl, Harry had to learn to keep up with her. He was up and down with her all the time, giving her toys to play with; even though she usually ended up sticking them in her mouth. Teething, Tonks had called it.
Draco was doing his usual thing when Harry babysat. He sat in a chair reading a book and covertly watching. He found himself smiling more and more during these times. The baby was six months old now and he found her more interesting.
Harry was currently on his back and Elise was sitting on his stomach, chewing away on another one of her teething toys. "Wonder if that tastes good. Let me try it?" he asked, reaching to take it. As if she could tell what he was doing, Elise made a small face at Harry. "Fine, fine. I was just joking."
"I know how she feels," Draco said unexpectedly from his chair.
"Do you really?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. "Do you know what your Uncle Draco is talking about?" Harry shrugged, smiling up at Elise.
Draco snorted at the affectation of uncle. Technically they were second cousins. "I wouldn’t want to share my favourite chew toy, either," he said with a smirk.
Harry laughed softly. "Am I this chew toy?" he asked, looking over at Draco.
Draco grinned, chuckling. "I think you know that," he said.
"I like to hear you say it," Harry replied, grinning back at Draco for a moment. He sat up slowly, making enough room for Elise.
Elise scrambled over Harry's legs and headed toward Draco.
"And there she goes," Harry said, watching her go. He was ready to lean over and pick her up again, but he wanted to see what Draco would do first.
Draco watched the oncoming infant as one would watch a dangerous animal, eyes alert and concerned. Elise made it to his feet and began tugging on his trousers, babbling at him. Draco looked imploringly at Harry.
"Say hello," Harry said with a smile, lying down on his side to watch the two of them.
Draco's eyes narrowed at his lover. He huffed and looked down at Elise, who was chewing on his shoe. "Hello, Elise. Now kindly go back to Harry," he told her. She tugged on his trouser leg.
Harry laughed, finding it very amusing that Draco was actually trying to talk to a baby like that. "She likes you, wants to be closer." He got up and reached for her, picking her up and placing her in Draco's lap.
Draco pulled back, hands held out and away from him and the baby. "Take her back," he insisted.
"Lay back on the couch," Harry said, not taking her back just yet. "Just relax."
"She might fall, or something," Draco countered but did lean back, putting his clawed hands above and behind his head where they couldn't hurt the child.
"She won't fall," Harry said, moving close to the couch. "Look ... see, I told you ...." Elise was moving up and onto Draco's chest.
Draco looked down his pointed nose at the child, arching one eyebrow. Her hair turned blonde then and his eyes widened. He wondered if this was what he had looked like as a small child.
"She's so cute with blonde hair," Harry commented, smiling up at Draco. "Adorable ...."
"You just have a fetish for my hair," the blond said with a smirk.
"Do I?" Harry asked, his cheeks colouring a little. "I probably do. Not a problem though, right?"
Draco huffed. "I think it works out rather well that way," he said. "Now are you going to take her off of me?"
"You don't want to spend more time with her?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow and sitting up.
"I am spending time with her," Draco said. "But that doesn't mean I want her to drool on me, or worse."
Harry laughed softly, reaching over and picking her up. "You'd have made an interesting father," he commented, settling her down in his own lap.
Draco frowned, not sure what to make of that. The real reason he didn't pick up the child was because he was afraid of hurting her or contaminating her. He picked up his book and tried to cover his irritation by pretending to read.
Harry lay back on the ground, sighing softly as Elise crawled up to get comfortable. "What's wrong?" he asked, glancing over at Draco and noticing the frown.
"Nothing," Draco said. Nothing you can do anything about, he thought.
"Draco," Harry said, frowning as well. "What's wrong ...."
"Just play with the baby, Harry," Draco said, staring at the page in front of him.
"She's sleepy," Harry said softly, glancing down at Elise quickly. "Tell me what's wrong ...."
"So put her down," Draco said, eyes sliding over the words on the page again.
Harry got up with Elise and carried her over to the bassinet. He gently placed her inside and leaned down to kiss her forehead before he turned around and walked over to Draco. "You're not even reading that."
The blond turned the page, ignoring Harry.
"Draco ..." Harry whispered, beginning to whine. He hated to be ignored.
Draco rolled his eyes and closed the book, looking up in annoyance.
"Whatever I did, I'm sorry," Harry said, biting his lip.
Draco set the book aside on the small table. Then patted his lap.
Harry moved closer and sat down, resting his head on Draco's shoulder. "What did I do?"
The blond wrapped his arms around Harry, petting his hair. "I can't touch her, Harry," he said softly.
"Because you're scared you'll hurt her?" Harry asked, sighing.
"You seem to be immune to my condition," Draco said, smiling at that, "but that doesn't mean she is."
"Yeah, but you know how you touch me with the back of your hand? You can do things like that," Harry said. "She already wants to get to know you better."
"If you grab my hand and get cut, well," Draco smirked, "it doesn't bother you. But if she were to do that, get cut by my claws, it could seriously hurt her."
"True." Harry reached for one of Draco's hands. "I guess I don't want you to miss out on really watching her grow up."
"Watching is fine," Draco said softly, a shiver running down his spine as Harry caressed his hand.
Harry nodded, sliding his finger up one of the claws. "You think it would hurt if you tried to cut them?" Harry asked.
"We might be able to blunt them some but not enough to be certain," Draco answered, a little gasp escaping when Harry touched his claw like that.
"If you do that, keep at least some of them sharp ... for me," Harry whispered, running the tip of his finger over the sharp point of the claw.
Draco was going to speak but then Harry did that and a small drop of blood welled up. "Harry," he said, voice low again. "The baby is still here."
"Sorry," Harry mumbled, sticking the finger into his mouth. "Couldn't help it."
Draco licked his lips, already aroused. He tried to take several deep breaths but it didn't help that Harry was sitting in his lap. "Off," he growled.
Harry pouted, but slipped off his lap and sat down on the floor in front of him.
Draco closed his eyes and did his best to calm down. After a minute, he was still aroused but at least he wasn't in danger of ripping Harry's clothes off (yet again) and shagging him in front of the baby. He opened his eyes and sighed, reaching a hand out to comb through Harry's hair.
Harry rested his head back against Draco's legs, still sucking away at his finger. Draco was right, Harry did have a strange fascination with hair. He loved when Draco just combed through it like this. It was always relaxing.
They heard the front door then and Remus came in, whistling. He grinned at them. "Thanks, boys. Was she any trouble?"
"None at all," Harry replied, smiling back. "Have a nice day out?"
"Had lunch with Tonks. She is starting to settle back in at work," Remus said as he walked over to the bassinet and smiled down at his daughter.
"She's more fun now that she can crawl around," Harry said with a laugh. "She also gets tired faster. I guess that's a plus."
Remus nodded, glancing over at them. He smiled at Draco. "I am sure you two probably have other things to do," he said. "I can watch her now."
Draco nodded and tugged gently on Harry's hair.
Harry took the hint and stood up. "Yeah, we'll be upstairs, Remus." He reached for Draco's hand
***
"I just don't get it," Harry said, looking up at Hermione. They were out for a small lunch at a local Muggle restaurant, and while it was supposed to be relaxing, Harry couldn't help but talk about the Ministry's refusal to let Draco have a wand. "I've tried everything ...."
"They don't want to be seen as making an exception for your lover," Hemione said, dipping a chip into ketchup.
"But it's obvious that he won't be doing anything against the law anymore," Harry insisted, looking frustrated.
"Oh, Harry, that's only part of the problem, you know that," Hermione answered. "Even most of the people in my department are still prejudiced against weres." Hermione worked in the Magical Creatures department of the Ministry and was working to change the laws that restricted their rights.
"It's not fair at all," Harry grumbled, losing whatever appetite he had as he thought about the injustice.
"I know. I agree with you, Harry," she said, reaching a hand to take his. "You need to approach this differently. Maybe Draco could go out more, let people see he isn't as scary as they think he is?"
"I don't think he likes to go out without a Glamour," Harry said quietly, still mindful of the Muggles around them.
Hermione sighed. "Even with the Glamour, he rarely leaves number twelve," she said.
"So, make him go out with me more? You think that would really help?" He started to think about how exactly he'd get Draco outside more often.
"If he could behave himself a bit, it wouldn't hurt," she said, blushing a bit.
Harry blushed as well, remembering what happened at Hermione and Ron's wedding. "He's getting better ...."
She shook her head, but smiled. "It's not just him, Harry. I have seen you tease him."
That only made Harry blush harder. "I don't do it on purpose ... sometimes."
She laughed. "You two have been together over a year, nearly two, right?"
"Almost two, yeah," Harry said proudly, smiling at her.
She smiled affectionately at him. "Most people's, umm ... feelings for each other calm down a bit after that long," she observed.
"Oh, well, it's been the same ever since the first time we ... you know. Mind blowing. Every single time ...." Harry said softly, looking a bit distant.
Hermione blushed again and shook her head. "Well, that's ... good," she said. "I hear your potions sell well at the shop."
"It's all Draco, really! Did you hear about the potion that changes your hair colour to whatever you want?" Harry asked, looking excited.
She grinned back. "Yes, Fred and George say it is one their biggest sellers," she answered. "But you do make them together, right? I mean, he can't use a wand?"
"Yeah, I just add my magic, but he's the one who deals with the rest of it," Harry explained.
"Why do you do that?" Hermione frowned. "Why do you talk yourself down like that?"
"What? I'm not ..." Harry replied. "I'm just giving him credit, too."
She shook her head. "Giving him credit would be saying how the two of you made a great team, not saying that it's all Draco. Harry, you don't have to hide behind him, you know?"
"I know that," Harry said quietly, looking down at his plate and poking at his food. "And I'm not."
"I'm sorry, Harry. I didn't mean to upset you. Sometimes I just worry, I can't help it."
"I'm not upset, Hermione," Harry said, looking up at her again. "Don't worry about that."
"I'm glad. Have you considered the plan you used to have? Ron is really enjoying the Auror training."
"Yes, but maybe not now," Harry answered softly. Maybe later he could stand being away from Draco every day, but not now.
"All right, Harry," she said and they moved on to talking about friends.
Chapter Title: Part of the Problem
Words: 2116 Words
Since Elise learned how to crawl, Harry had to learn to keep up with her. He was up and down with her all the time, giving her toys to play with; even though she usually ended up sticking them in her mouth. Teething, Tonks had called it.
Draco was doing his usual thing when Harry babysat. He sat in a chair reading a book and covertly watching. He found himself smiling more and more during these times. The baby was six months old now and he found her more interesting.
Harry was currently on his back and Elise was sitting on his stomach, chewing away on another one of her teething toys. "Wonder if that tastes good. Let me try it?" he asked, reaching to take it. As if she could tell what he was doing, Elise made a small face at Harry. "Fine, fine. I was just joking."
"I know how she feels," Draco said unexpectedly from his chair.
"Do you really?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. "Do you know what your Uncle Draco is talking about?" Harry shrugged, smiling up at Elise.
Draco snorted at the affectation of uncle. Technically they were second cousins. "I wouldn’t want to share my favourite chew toy, either," he said with a smirk.
Harry laughed softly. "Am I this chew toy?" he asked, looking over at Draco.
Draco grinned, chuckling. "I think you know that," he said.
"I like to hear you say it," Harry replied, grinning back at Draco for a moment. He sat up slowly, making enough room for Elise.
Elise scrambled over Harry's legs and headed toward Draco.
"And there she goes," Harry said, watching her go. He was ready to lean over and pick her up again, but he wanted to see what Draco would do first.
Draco watched the oncoming infant as one would watch a dangerous animal, eyes alert and concerned. Elise made it to his feet and began tugging on his trousers, babbling at him. Draco looked imploringly at Harry.
"Say hello," Harry said with a smile, lying down on his side to watch the two of them.
Draco's eyes narrowed at his lover. He huffed and looked down at Elise, who was chewing on his shoe. "Hello, Elise. Now kindly go back to Harry," he told her. She tugged on his trouser leg.
Harry laughed, finding it very amusing that Draco was actually trying to talk to a baby like that. "She likes you, wants to be closer." He got up and reached for her, picking her up and placing her in Draco's lap.
Draco pulled back, hands held out and away from him and the baby. "Take her back," he insisted.
"Lay back on the couch," Harry said, not taking her back just yet. "Just relax."
"She might fall, or something," Draco countered but did lean back, putting his clawed hands above and behind his head where they couldn't hurt the child.
"She won't fall," Harry said, moving close to the couch. "Look ... see, I told you ...." Elise was moving up and onto Draco's chest.
Draco looked down his pointed nose at the child, arching one eyebrow. Her hair turned blonde then and his eyes widened. He wondered if this was what he had looked like as a small child.
"She's so cute with blonde hair," Harry commented, smiling up at Draco. "Adorable ...."
"You just have a fetish for my hair," the blond said with a smirk.
"Do I?" Harry asked, his cheeks colouring a little. "I probably do. Not a problem though, right?"
Draco huffed. "I think it works out rather well that way," he said. "Now are you going to take her off of me?"
"You don't want to spend more time with her?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow and sitting up.
"I am spending time with her," Draco said. "But that doesn't mean I want her to drool on me, or worse."
Harry laughed softly, reaching over and picking her up. "You'd have made an interesting father," he commented, settling her down in his own lap.
Draco frowned, not sure what to make of that. The real reason he didn't pick up the child was because he was afraid of hurting her or contaminating her. He picked up his book and tried to cover his irritation by pretending to read.
Harry lay back on the ground, sighing softly as Elise crawled up to get comfortable. "What's wrong?" he asked, glancing over at Draco and noticing the frown.
"Nothing," Draco said. Nothing you can do anything about, he thought.
"Draco," Harry said, frowning as well. "What's wrong ...."
"Just play with the baby, Harry," Draco said, staring at the page in front of him.
"She's sleepy," Harry said softly, glancing down at Elise quickly. "Tell me what's wrong ...."
"So put her down," Draco said, eyes sliding over the words on the page again.
Harry got up with Elise and carried her over to the bassinet. He gently placed her inside and leaned down to kiss her forehead before he turned around and walked over to Draco. "You're not even reading that."
The blond turned the page, ignoring Harry.
"Draco ..." Harry whispered, beginning to whine. He hated to be ignored.
Draco rolled his eyes and closed the book, looking up in annoyance.
"Whatever I did, I'm sorry," Harry said, biting his lip.
Draco set the book aside on the small table. Then patted his lap.
Harry moved closer and sat down, resting his head on Draco's shoulder. "What did I do?"
The blond wrapped his arms around Harry, petting his hair. "I can't touch her, Harry," he said softly.
"Because you're scared you'll hurt her?" Harry asked, sighing.
"You seem to be immune to my condition," Draco said, smiling at that, "but that doesn't mean she is."
"Yeah, but you know how you touch me with the back of your hand? You can do things like that," Harry said. "She already wants to get to know you better."
"If you grab my hand and get cut, well," Draco smirked, "it doesn't bother you. But if she were to do that, get cut by my claws, it could seriously hurt her."
"True." Harry reached for one of Draco's hands. "I guess I don't want you to miss out on really watching her grow up."
"Watching is fine," Draco said softly, a shiver running down his spine as Harry caressed his hand.
Harry nodded, sliding his finger up one of the claws. "You think it would hurt if you tried to cut them?" Harry asked.
"We might be able to blunt them some but not enough to be certain," Draco answered, a little gasp escaping when Harry touched his claw like that.
"If you do that, keep at least some of them sharp ... for me," Harry whispered, running the tip of his finger over the sharp point of the claw.
Draco was going to speak but then Harry did that and a small drop of blood welled up. "Harry," he said, voice low again. "The baby is still here."
"Sorry," Harry mumbled, sticking the finger into his mouth. "Couldn't help it."
Draco licked his lips, already aroused. He tried to take several deep breaths but it didn't help that Harry was sitting in his lap. "Off," he growled.
Harry pouted, but slipped off his lap and sat down on the floor in front of him.
Draco closed his eyes and did his best to calm down. After a minute, he was still aroused but at least he wasn't in danger of ripping Harry's clothes off (yet again) and shagging him in front of the baby. He opened his eyes and sighed, reaching a hand out to comb through Harry's hair.
Harry rested his head back against Draco's legs, still sucking away at his finger. Draco was right, Harry did have a strange fascination with hair. He loved when Draco just combed through it like this. It was always relaxing.
They heard the front door then and Remus came in, whistling. He grinned at them. "Thanks, boys. Was she any trouble?"
"None at all," Harry replied, smiling back. "Have a nice day out?"
"Had lunch with Tonks. She is starting to settle back in at work," Remus said as he walked over to the bassinet and smiled down at his daughter.
"She's more fun now that she can crawl around," Harry said with a laugh. "She also gets tired faster. I guess that's a plus."
Remus nodded, glancing over at them. He smiled at Draco. "I am sure you two probably have other things to do," he said. "I can watch her now."
Draco nodded and tugged gently on Harry's hair.
Harry took the hint and stood up. "Yeah, we'll be upstairs, Remus." He reached for Draco's hand
***
"I just don't get it," Harry said, looking up at Hermione. They were out for a small lunch at a local Muggle restaurant, and while it was supposed to be relaxing, Harry couldn't help but talk about the Ministry's refusal to let Draco have a wand. "I've tried everything ...."
"They don't want to be seen as making an exception for your lover," Hemione said, dipping a chip into ketchup.
"But it's obvious that he won't be doing anything against the law anymore," Harry insisted, looking frustrated.
"Oh, Harry, that's only part of the problem, you know that," Hermione answered. "Even most of the people in my department are still prejudiced against weres." Hermione worked in the Magical Creatures department of the Ministry and was working to change the laws that restricted their rights.
"It's not fair at all," Harry grumbled, losing whatever appetite he had as he thought about the injustice.
"I know. I agree with you, Harry," she said, reaching a hand to take his. "You need to approach this differently. Maybe Draco could go out more, let people see he isn't as scary as they think he is?"
"I don't think he likes to go out without a Glamour," Harry said quietly, still mindful of the Muggles around them.
Hermione sighed. "Even with the Glamour, he rarely leaves number twelve," she said.
"So, make him go out with me more? You think that would really help?" He started to think about how exactly he'd get Draco outside more often.
"If he could behave himself a bit, it wouldn't hurt," she said, blushing a bit.
Harry blushed as well, remembering what happened at Hermione and Ron's wedding. "He's getting better ...."
She shook her head, but smiled. "It's not just him, Harry. I have seen you tease him."
That only made Harry blush harder. "I don't do it on purpose ... sometimes."
She laughed. "You two have been together over a year, nearly two, right?"
"Almost two, yeah," Harry said proudly, smiling at her.
She smiled affectionately at him. "Most people's, umm ... feelings for each other calm down a bit after that long," she observed.
"Oh, well, it's been the same ever since the first time we ... you know. Mind blowing. Every single time ...." Harry said softly, looking a bit distant.
Hermione blushed again and shook her head. "Well, that's ... good," she said. "I hear your potions sell well at the shop."
"It's all Draco, really! Did you hear about the potion that changes your hair colour to whatever you want?" Harry asked, looking excited.
She grinned back. "Yes, Fred and George say it is one their biggest sellers," she answered. "But you do make them together, right? I mean, he can't use a wand?"
"Yeah, I just add my magic, but he's the one who deals with the rest of it," Harry explained.
"Why do you do that?" Hermione frowned. "Why do you talk yourself down like that?"
"What? I'm not ..." Harry replied. "I'm just giving him credit, too."
She shook her head. "Giving him credit would be saying how the two of you made a great team, not saying that it's all Draco. Harry, you don't have to hide behind him, you know?"
"I know that," Harry said quietly, looking down at his plate and poking at his food. "And I'm not."
"I'm sorry, Harry. I didn't mean to upset you. Sometimes I just worry, I can't help it."
"I'm not upset, Hermione," Harry said, looking up at her again. "Don't worry about that."
"I'm glad. Have you considered the plan you used to have? Ron is really enjoying the Auror training."
"Yes, but maybe not now," Harry answered softly. Maybe later he could stand being away from Draco every day, but not now.
"All right, Harry," she said and they moved on to talking about friends.