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Forgiveness
Chapter Number/Total: 13/41
Chapter Title: Forgiveness
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The wax still covered Draco, flaking off as Harry touched him. His face was pressed against Harry's neck, making the other man's skin wet with tears. "Gods, that hurt," he whispered.
Harry let out something between a laugh and a sob, kissing the side of Draco's face over and over and over.
Draco concentrated on taking deep breaths to centre himself. Finally, he lifted his head to look at his husband.
Harry looked back at Draco. He didn't even know what to say to him besides, "I love you. I love you. I promise I love you."
"You aren't angry with me?" Draco asked, looking into those green eyes.
"No," Harry said quickly. "No, how could I be?"
"I fucked another man and then tortured you," Draco answered, voice calmer than he felt. His stomach clenched at the memories of the last few hours.
Harry winced. "No, you didn't," he said, stroking Draco's face. "And that was far from torture."
Having experienced torture at the hands of several of his own relatives, Draco might have agreed. But he didn't like that he had hurt Harry. He looked down between their bodies. "I gather you don't like hot wax," he said.
Harry sniffed, his nose stuffy. "I didn't know it was something to like," he said. "And I don't really think that helped much. But I'm not angry with you. Merlin, I'm just glad that worked."
"For future reference," Draco said, "I do like hot wax." He sat up then and Summoned his wand, finding he had to cast two different Cleaning Charms to get all the wax off them. He hadn't moved his body off of his lover's. "Stay hard in me," he said.
Harry stared at Draco and nodded to him.
"I want you connected to me while we talk," Draco said. "Can you do that?"
Harry didn't know exactly why Draco wanted it, but he nodded anyway. "Yes," he said.
"Do you understand that I didn't say anything that wasn't true, even if I was under the influence of that potion?" he asked.
Harry's face faltered. "Not even - not even the stuff about me?"
"Can you name something that wasn't true in what I said?"
"You said that - that I like ordering you around," Harry said, voice quieting as he spoke. "That I'm not a forgiving person."
"You never forgave Severus," Draco said.
"Yes I did," Harry protested. "Did I ever like him? No. I can't help that. But I forgave him for what he did to me." Harry teared up again and he turned his face from Draco.
"Stay focused on me," Draco said, squeezing his muscles to remind his lover of how they were still literally connected.
Harry looked at Draco again, but was unable to deny the hurt.
"You never told him. Or even me, that you had," Draco said softly.
"I didn't want to make you t-think about it," Harry said, his voice broken.
"I think about him every time I make a potion or walk these halls or a hundred other moments," Draco admitted. "He was kinder to me than my father ever was."
"That's part of why I forgave him," Harry whispered. "It's hard to forget how he ... was, but I know he cared about you. And I know he cared about our side in the war. And he gave his life for you. I forgave him, even though he never told me he was sorry."
"I don't think someone has to ask for it to be forgiven," Draco said. "I never asked Theo or Pansy or my mother to forgive me. And I did hurt them."
"I did forgive him, Draco," Harry said, not knowing what Draco didn't understand about that. "I did. And I am sorry that I didn't get a chance to tell him. I ... used him in my memories to kill Voldemort," he said quietly.
Draco smiled at that idea. "He would have found that particularly ironic," he said.
Harry was silent as he continued to look into Draco's face.
"I wouldn't have said those things ... in the way that I said them," Draco went on. "But it's probably better that you know about my past and why I can forgive my old friends. Theo, apparently, already forgave me. Though Pansy is another issue."
Harry's face hardened. "I'm sorry," he said. "I can respect that she helped you before, but what she did to you today I will not forgive. She has no excuse that I will call acceptable, and if you think she does, I don't understand that."
Harry's magic crackled over and inside him and Draco winced. "So you think she gave me the potion?" he asked.
"Yes," Harry said. "I thought Nott did, but I saw him and I can tell that he really didn't know what was going on. Though I am not very happy with him at all either. Pansy was down there ... watching. She knew. She had to have done it."
"She was?" Draco asked. He hadn't seen that.
"Yes," Harry answered. "In the corridor outside the room."
"I saw her and Theo arguing during potions," Draco said. "I think they were disagreeing about me."
"I don't care what reason she comes up with, even if it's the true reason," Harry said. "There's not a single thing I can think of that justifies it. I - you said I - You said I ... raped you."
Draco's face went still and he looked at Harry. "You did," he said softly.
"But I - " Harry began, eyes filling with tears again. He wouldn't be surprised if he ran out of them soon.
"I love you, Harry. But I won't lie to you about this," Draco said softly. "What Pansy did, if she did it, was wrong. But so was what you did."
"But I -" Harry said again, letting out a sob. "But you weren't - you weren't acting like - like you. I would never have done that to you if-" He couldn't talk anymore. He'd thought Draco was going to make him feel better, but so far he had only made him feel worse. Draco really did think all the things he had said about him.
"I think that was part of what was going on. But I also know you were jealous. Any time anyone else has ever touched me, you have fucked me as soon after as possible." Draco made a kind of half grimace, half smile. "My lion," he said.
"Part?" Harry spat through his teeth. "You think I would have done that if you had really not wanted it? If I hadn't thought that I was doing something to help you?" He was shaking and could not believe Draco. His husband did not know him as much as he liked to claim.
Pain crept up Draco's spine again and he winced. He wondered if keeping connected had been a bad idea. He had hoped it would show his trust in Harry, despite the difficult things they needed to talk about.
"You're not going to answer me?" Harry whispered. "You think I would rape you because I was jealous? That did not enter my mind once while that was happening, Draco. I swear to you. And I ... can't believe you would think that of me."
Draco shuddered again, trying to breathe through the pain in order to answer Harry. "I ... don't think ... you ... thought that's ..." he gasped, before continuing, "what you ... were doing."
"I don't want to hurt you," Harry said stonily. "And I can tell that it's hurting you to stay like this."
Draco chuckled weakly then. "Exactly," he said, leaning forward against Harry's chest. "It’s not always what you mean to do that happens," he added.
"I don't even know what you mean," Harry said quietly. "I know exactly what I was trying to do, and it has nothing to do with what you're saying. I didn't want to do it. I didn't want to do it at all. I felt jealous when it was you Nott was flirting with. Not when you'd taken a potion and then had sex with him. Then I was ready to rip him apart because I thought he had slipped you the potion. I thought that he was manipulating your brain with magic and using your body to get off without your permission. I was not jealous."
Draco sighed, realising that this was not a time or place, if ever, in which Harry was going to understand what he was trying to tell him. "Hold me, please," he said, face resting against Harry's shoulder now.
Harry frowned, but wrapped his arms around Draco anyway.
"I love you, Harry," Draco continued. "And I know you love me - that you thought you were doing the right thing."
"But you weren't you," Harry said, voice growing even quieter as he closed his eyes. He didn't feel like crying anymore. "There was nothing else."
Draco moved up then, allowing the other man's cock to slide from his body. He moved to lay beside him, head propped up on one hand. He reached his other hand up to stroke Harry's face. "I wasn't exactly sane at the time, but I was still me," he tried to explain. "I was in a lot of pain. Like you guessed, the binding didn't stop because of the potion, and the two didn't react well together. The conflict was overwhelming."
"But I didn't do it because I was jealous," Harry said insistently. "I didn't. And what about the other stuff you said to me? You really think it all? You really think I like to control you?" He was doing nothing but whispering now, and even that was broken.
Draco took a deep breath and let it out in a long shuddering sigh. He was tired, sore and still feeling confused. The true answers were a lot more complex than he thought Harry could handle then, if ever. The binding Harry had put on Draco certainly had aspects that were disturbing to him. But they had saved his life during the war. "I do not think you like controlling me," Draco said. "And I do believe you thought you were doing the right thing."
"Then why did you say that?" Harry let out with a dry sob.
"I was angry," Draco said, again feeling like he was only telling half truths. But he wanted to comfort Harry and he wanted to feel comforted again. He didn't know how to get past so much pain and it scared him.
Harry wiped at his face with his hands. He didn't know what he'd been expecting from Draco when he was himself again, but it hadn't been this. Not this technical explanation for things he'd said. "Do you think I'm a horrible person, and love me anyway?" he whispered, staring ahead instead of at Draco.
Draco winced. "You really don't believe that. You can't possibly still be thinking so black and white after everything," he complained, sitting up and looking at his husband. "Harry Potter, my lover and husband, look at me," he insisted.
Harry slowly turned his eyes to Draco, his entire body aching for something from his husband, but he didn't know what it was.
Draco moved closer so that he was looking directly into those green eyes. "Harry, I am in love with you. I was in love with you at eleven when I didn't know your name. I was in love with you at twelve when I carved your initials on my bed. I was in love with you at thirteen when you were invisible and throwing snowballs at me. I was in love with you at fourteen when I made 'Potter Stinks' badges while secretly terrified that you would get hurt in that bloody contest. I was in love with you at fifteen when I was so mad at you I nearly hated you. I was in love with you so much by sixteen that I would rather have died than become a Death Eater. So fucking in love with you that I kissed you in that bathroom. I was so in love with you at seventeen that I married you and died no less than three times to help you destroy that madman. Now, finally, at eighteen, you no longer have that damned prophecy hanging over your head and you think I could be any less in love with you? Do I think you're perfect? No. Do I think that I would rather be dead than without you? You know it. You have to know by now that I love you more than anything."
Harry shook as Draco spoke, eyes gathering tears once again, no matter that they had been dried up a few minutes ago. He reached for Draco, unable to think of words to say.
Draco shivered the second Harry reached for him again. "Gods, yes," he whispered.
Harry pulled Draco into his arms, squeezing him tightly as silent tears streamed from him. He hadn't even known there was so much liquid in his body.
"My lion," Draco whispered, kissing his husband's chin and lips. "I need you and want you.”
Harry nodded, which was the only thing he could manage right then, because he still couldn't speak.
"Please tell me you love me," Draco begged then.
"I - l-love you," Harry gasped, breathing oddly.
Draco shook then, realising he had been afraid. He rubbed his face and body against Harry's, needing the physical contact to reassure himself still.
Harry continued to hold Draco, running hands over his skin. "I love you," he whispered to him in a strangled sort of way. "I love you so much. So fucking much." So it wasn't exactly the greatest, most meaningful thing he could've said, but the word fit his feelings right then and he hoped it got across what he'd meant it to convey.
"Yes, please," Draco answered, crying again. He really needed to hear that right now. Not just the words of love, but Harry sounding like Harry again. He looked with watery eyes into his husband’s. "Always," he whispered.
"Merlin, longer than that," Harry answered, holding Draco's face.
Draco smiled, tears still running down his face. "Yes, forever and always," he answered.
Harry brought his lips to Draco's, kissing him fiercely before he pulled him into a tight hug, cheek pressed against his husband's as he squeezed him.
Draco laughed softly, more out of happiness than amusement. After a minute, he whispered, "Love, I think we need to get Valen before he destroys your House."
"Valen," Harry said. "Merlin, Valen. Our son. You're my husband, and he's our son, and I'm your husband, and I never want to hear the words Love Potion ever again."
Draco was amused then. He kissed his husband's lips quickly. "Exactly," he said. "Now, I will be right back with our child."
Harry let out another one of his moaning sighs, nodding as he fell back against the pillows with hands on his stomach. He was exhausted.
Draco was tired too, but pulled himself out of the bed and found his dressing gown on the floor. He put it on, belted it and went to the door. Summoning his wand, he removed the Locking and Silencing Charms his husband had placed on it. The minute he did, he winced. The sound of Valen's crying could be heard all the way up the tower. He gave his husband a kind of pained smile and opened the door.
Harry sighed again. He and Draco would have to give Ron and Hermione their honeymoon as a wedding gift with as much as they watched Valen.
Draco took the stairs two at a time and was very aware of the unhappy stares he was getting from the assembled Gryffindors in the common room. He wasn't used to coming out in his dressing gown either, but there was no way he was taking the time to get dressed after all this. He saw Hermione holding the screaming child and gave her what he hoped was an apologetic look.
She seemed frazzled and looked at Draco warily. "Draco?" she asked slowly, obviously trying to calm Valen as she rocked him, which was not easy to do as he was trying to get at Draco.
"Even under the potion, I was still his father," Draco said. He sighed and held his hands out for his child. Valen was still screaming but now it was that urgent noise he made when he saw something he felt he just had to have.
Hermione looked very relieved and handed Valen over to him. "Is Harry all right?" she asked.
"He will be," Draco said as the child grabbed hold of his robe with one hand and his hair with the other, pulling both. He winced, thinking that his husband and child were a lot more alike than they looked. Valen was making little unhappy squeaking noises but was no longer howling.
Hermione sighed. "I won't ask now then," she said, looking over her shoulder at Ron, who was sitting in a chair, looking as frazzled as she had looked a moment ago.
"We will need to talk about it tomorrow," Draco agreed. "And when you have twins, you will get payback with us," he added with a smirk.
Hermione raised her eyebrows, shaking her head at him but smiling a little.
Draco nodded to both of them and began back up the stairs, making little cooing sounds to his child, trying to calm him down.
Harry was still lying on his back, but he sat halfway up when he heard Draco enter with their son.
Draco closed and locked the door, before bringing their now sniffling, squeaking child to Harry. "He's hungry, scared and tired," he said. "Something I guess we both can understand right now."
Harry took Valen from Draco, having already performed a Cleaning Charm on himself while Draco had gone down to collect the baby. "Yes, we understand you," he said in a hushed voice to his little face as he held him to his nipple. He winced when Valen gummed him.
Draco took his robe off and hung it up, then cast yet another Cleaning Charm on himself. He came over and sat down on the bed, watching his family. Valen kept peering at him from where he suckled Harry. "Still here," he assured the child, reaching to pat his back.
Harry sighed, rubbing Valen's head. "I don't like you to be scared," he whispered to him. "And I really wish you would stop biting me. Daddy Harry's nipples hurt."
"He does need to grow teeth," Draco said on his son's behalf. He lay down beside them then. There was no way he would give this up, for anything.
Harry smiled at Draco. "Yes, he needs to grow teeth," he agreed, "and I think he's starting to. How long are babies supposed to be breastfed?"
"As long as you can handle it," Draco said. "Opinion varies a lot from what I read."
"And aren't we supposed to give him baby food or something?" Harry asked. "He's six months old."
"Yes, he can start eating soft food now," Draco said. "He will probably still nurse for a while, though."
Harry nodded. "Maybe when we get home," he said to Valen, "we'll get you some." He sighed, sitting back with him. "I love you both so much," he said after a few moments.
Valen had fallen asleep, mouth still on Harry's nipple. Draco smiled at his exhausted family. "Yes," he said softly. "Do you want to sleep with him in the bed or should I put him in his cot now?"
"Let's ... sleep with him tonight," Harry said quietly. "If you don't mind."
Draco smiled, lifting his son so that Harry could lay down and then placing the baby beside him. He curled around the other side with his legs against his husband's and his arm over the child and around Harry. He faced his husband, sleepy but still watching him.
Harry looked into Draco's eyes for several silent moments. He could feel sleep tugging at him, but kept his eyes open. "We're not perfect," he said to Draco very quietly, "but this is."
"Yes," Draco agreed, smiling.
Chapter Title: Forgiveness
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The wax still covered Draco, flaking off as Harry touched him. His face was pressed against Harry's neck, making the other man's skin wet with tears. "Gods, that hurt," he whispered.
Harry let out something between a laugh and a sob, kissing the side of Draco's face over and over and over.
Draco concentrated on taking deep breaths to centre himself. Finally, he lifted his head to look at his husband.
Harry looked back at Draco. He didn't even know what to say to him besides, "I love you. I love you. I promise I love you."
"You aren't angry with me?" Draco asked, looking into those green eyes.
"No," Harry said quickly. "No, how could I be?"
"I fucked another man and then tortured you," Draco answered, voice calmer than he felt. His stomach clenched at the memories of the last few hours.
Harry winced. "No, you didn't," he said, stroking Draco's face. "And that was far from torture."
Having experienced torture at the hands of several of his own relatives, Draco might have agreed. But he didn't like that he had hurt Harry. He looked down between their bodies. "I gather you don't like hot wax," he said.
Harry sniffed, his nose stuffy. "I didn't know it was something to like," he said. "And I don't really think that helped much. But I'm not angry with you. Merlin, I'm just glad that worked."
"For future reference," Draco said, "I do like hot wax." He sat up then and Summoned his wand, finding he had to cast two different Cleaning Charms to get all the wax off them. He hadn't moved his body off of his lover's. "Stay hard in me," he said.
Harry stared at Draco and nodded to him.
"I want you connected to me while we talk," Draco said. "Can you do that?"
Harry didn't know exactly why Draco wanted it, but he nodded anyway. "Yes," he said.
"Do you understand that I didn't say anything that wasn't true, even if I was under the influence of that potion?" he asked.
Harry's face faltered. "Not even - not even the stuff about me?"
"Can you name something that wasn't true in what I said?"
"You said that - that I like ordering you around," Harry said, voice quieting as he spoke. "That I'm not a forgiving person."
"You never forgave Severus," Draco said.
"Yes I did," Harry protested. "Did I ever like him? No. I can't help that. But I forgave him for what he did to me." Harry teared up again and he turned his face from Draco.
"Stay focused on me," Draco said, squeezing his muscles to remind his lover of how they were still literally connected.
Harry looked at Draco again, but was unable to deny the hurt.
"You never told him. Or even me, that you had," Draco said softly.
"I didn't want to make you t-think about it," Harry said, his voice broken.
"I think about him every time I make a potion or walk these halls or a hundred other moments," Draco admitted. "He was kinder to me than my father ever was."
"That's part of why I forgave him," Harry whispered. "It's hard to forget how he ... was, but I know he cared about you. And I know he cared about our side in the war. And he gave his life for you. I forgave him, even though he never told me he was sorry."
"I don't think someone has to ask for it to be forgiven," Draco said. "I never asked Theo or Pansy or my mother to forgive me. And I did hurt them."
"I did forgive him, Draco," Harry said, not knowing what Draco didn't understand about that. "I did. And I am sorry that I didn't get a chance to tell him. I ... used him in my memories to kill Voldemort," he said quietly.
Draco smiled at that idea. "He would have found that particularly ironic," he said.
Harry was silent as he continued to look into Draco's face.
"I wouldn't have said those things ... in the way that I said them," Draco went on. "But it's probably better that you know about my past and why I can forgive my old friends. Theo, apparently, already forgave me. Though Pansy is another issue."
Harry's face hardened. "I'm sorry," he said. "I can respect that she helped you before, but what she did to you today I will not forgive. She has no excuse that I will call acceptable, and if you think she does, I don't understand that."
Harry's magic crackled over and inside him and Draco winced. "So you think she gave me the potion?" he asked.
"Yes," Harry said. "I thought Nott did, but I saw him and I can tell that he really didn't know what was going on. Though I am not very happy with him at all either. Pansy was down there ... watching. She knew. She had to have done it."
"She was?" Draco asked. He hadn't seen that.
"Yes," Harry answered. "In the corridor outside the room."
"I saw her and Theo arguing during potions," Draco said. "I think they were disagreeing about me."
"I don't care what reason she comes up with, even if it's the true reason," Harry said. "There's not a single thing I can think of that justifies it. I - you said I - You said I ... raped you."
Draco's face went still and he looked at Harry. "You did," he said softly.
"But I - " Harry began, eyes filling with tears again. He wouldn't be surprised if he ran out of them soon.
"I love you, Harry. But I won't lie to you about this," Draco said softly. "What Pansy did, if she did it, was wrong. But so was what you did."
"But I -" Harry said again, letting out a sob. "But you weren't - you weren't acting like - like you. I would never have done that to you if-" He couldn't talk anymore. He'd thought Draco was going to make him feel better, but so far he had only made him feel worse. Draco really did think all the things he had said about him.
"I think that was part of what was going on. But I also know you were jealous. Any time anyone else has ever touched me, you have fucked me as soon after as possible." Draco made a kind of half grimace, half smile. "My lion," he said.
"Part?" Harry spat through his teeth. "You think I would have done that if you had really not wanted it? If I hadn't thought that I was doing something to help you?" He was shaking and could not believe Draco. His husband did not know him as much as he liked to claim.
Pain crept up Draco's spine again and he winced. He wondered if keeping connected had been a bad idea. He had hoped it would show his trust in Harry, despite the difficult things they needed to talk about.
"You're not going to answer me?" Harry whispered. "You think I would rape you because I was jealous? That did not enter my mind once while that was happening, Draco. I swear to you. And I ... can't believe you would think that of me."
Draco shuddered again, trying to breathe through the pain in order to answer Harry. "I ... don't think ... you ... thought that's ..." he gasped, before continuing, "what you ... were doing."
"I don't want to hurt you," Harry said stonily. "And I can tell that it's hurting you to stay like this."
Draco chuckled weakly then. "Exactly," he said, leaning forward against Harry's chest. "It’s not always what you mean to do that happens," he added.
"I don't even know what you mean," Harry said quietly. "I know exactly what I was trying to do, and it has nothing to do with what you're saying. I didn't want to do it. I didn't want to do it at all. I felt jealous when it was you Nott was flirting with. Not when you'd taken a potion and then had sex with him. Then I was ready to rip him apart because I thought he had slipped you the potion. I thought that he was manipulating your brain with magic and using your body to get off without your permission. I was not jealous."
Draco sighed, realising that this was not a time or place, if ever, in which Harry was going to understand what he was trying to tell him. "Hold me, please," he said, face resting against Harry's shoulder now.
Harry frowned, but wrapped his arms around Draco anyway.
"I love you, Harry," Draco continued. "And I know you love me - that you thought you were doing the right thing."
"But you weren't you," Harry said, voice growing even quieter as he closed his eyes. He didn't feel like crying anymore. "There was nothing else."
Draco moved up then, allowing the other man's cock to slide from his body. He moved to lay beside him, head propped up on one hand. He reached his other hand up to stroke Harry's face. "I wasn't exactly sane at the time, but I was still me," he tried to explain. "I was in a lot of pain. Like you guessed, the binding didn't stop because of the potion, and the two didn't react well together. The conflict was overwhelming."
"But I didn't do it because I was jealous," Harry said insistently. "I didn't. And what about the other stuff you said to me? You really think it all? You really think I like to control you?" He was doing nothing but whispering now, and even that was broken.
Draco took a deep breath and let it out in a long shuddering sigh. He was tired, sore and still feeling confused. The true answers were a lot more complex than he thought Harry could handle then, if ever. The binding Harry had put on Draco certainly had aspects that were disturbing to him. But they had saved his life during the war. "I do not think you like controlling me," Draco said. "And I do believe you thought you were doing the right thing."
"Then why did you say that?" Harry let out with a dry sob.
"I was angry," Draco said, again feeling like he was only telling half truths. But he wanted to comfort Harry and he wanted to feel comforted again. He didn't know how to get past so much pain and it scared him.
Harry wiped at his face with his hands. He didn't know what he'd been expecting from Draco when he was himself again, but it hadn't been this. Not this technical explanation for things he'd said. "Do you think I'm a horrible person, and love me anyway?" he whispered, staring ahead instead of at Draco.
Draco winced. "You really don't believe that. You can't possibly still be thinking so black and white after everything," he complained, sitting up and looking at his husband. "Harry Potter, my lover and husband, look at me," he insisted.
Harry slowly turned his eyes to Draco, his entire body aching for something from his husband, but he didn't know what it was.
Draco moved closer so that he was looking directly into those green eyes. "Harry, I am in love with you. I was in love with you at eleven when I didn't know your name. I was in love with you at twelve when I carved your initials on my bed. I was in love with you at thirteen when you were invisible and throwing snowballs at me. I was in love with you at fourteen when I made 'Potter Stinks' badges while secretly terrified that you would get hurt in that bloody contest. I was in love with you at fifteen when I was so mad at you I nearly hated you. I was in love with you so much by sixteen that I would rather have died than become a Death Eater. So fucking in love with you that I kissed you in that bathroom. I was so in love with you at seventeen that I married you and died no less than three times to help you destroy that madman. Now, finally, at eighteen, you no longer have that damned prophecy hanging over your head and you think I could be any less in love with you? Do I think you're perfect? No. Do I think that I would rather be dead than without you? You know it. You have to know by now that I love you more than anything."
Harry shook as Draco spoke, eyes gathering tears once again, no matter that they had been dried up a few minutes ago. He reached for Draco, unable to think of words to say.
Draco shivered the second Harry reached for him again. "Gods, yes," he whispered.
Harry pulled Draco into his arms, squeezing him tightly as silent tears streamed from him. He hadn't even known there was so much liquid in his body.
"My lion," Draco whispered, kissing his husband's chin and lips. "I need you and want you.”
Harry nodded, which was the only thing he could manage right then, because he still couldn't speak.
"Please tell me you love me," Draco begged then.
"I - l-love you," Harry gasped, breathing oddly.
Draco shook then, realising he had been afraid. He rubbed his face and body against Harry's, needing the physical contact to reassure himself still.
Harry continued to hold Draco, running hands over his skin. "I love you," he whispered to him in a strangled sort of way. "I love you so much. So fucking much." So it wasn't exactly the greatest, most meaningful thing he could've said, but the word fit his feelings right then and he hoped it got across what he'd meant it to convey.
"Yes, please," Draco answered, crying again. He really needed to hear that right now. Not just the words of love, but Harry sounding like Harry again. He looked with watery eyes into his husband’s. "Always," he whispered.
"Merlin, longer than that," Harry answered, holding Draco's face.
Draco smiled, tears still running down his face. "Yes, forever and always," he answered.
Harry brought his lips to Draco's, kissing him fiercely before he pulled him into a tight hug, cheek pressed against his husband's as he squeezed him.
Draco laughed softly, more out of happiness than amusement. After a minute, he whispered, "Love, I think we need to get Valen before he destroys your House."
"Valen," Harry said. "Merlin, Valen. Our son. You're my husband, and he's our son, and I'm your husband, and I never want to hear the words Love Potion ever again."
Draco was amused then. He kissed his husband's lips quickly. "Exactly," he said. "Now, I will be right back with our child."
Harry let out another one of his moaning sighs, nodding as he fell back against the pillows with hands on his stomach. He was exhausted.
Draco was tired too, but pulled himself out of the bed and found his dressing gown on the floor. He put it on, belted it and went to the door. Summoning his wand, he removed the Locking and Silencing Charms his husband had placed on it. The minute he did, he winced. The sound of Valen's crying could be heard all the way up the tower. He gave his husband a kind of pained smile and opened the door.
Harry sighed again. He and Draco would have to give Ron and Hermione their honeymoon as a wedding gift with as much as they watched Valen.
Draco took the stairs two at a time and was very aware of the unhappy stares he was getting from the assembled Gryffindors in the common room. He wasn't used to coming out in his dressing gown either, but there was no way he was taking the time to get dressed after all this. He saw Hermione holding the screaming child and gave her what he hoped was an apologetic look.
She seemed frazzled and looked at Draco warily. "Draco?" she asked slowly, obviously trying to calm Valen as she rocked him, which was not easy to do as he was trying to get at Draco.
"Even under the potion, I was still his father," Draco said. He sighed and held his hands out for his child. Valen was still screaming but now it was that urgent noise he made when he saw something he felt he just had to have.
Hermione looked very relieved and handed Valen over to him. "Is Harry all right?" she asked.
"He will be," Draco said as the child grabbed hold of his robe with one hand and his hair with the other, pulling both. He winced, thinking that his husband and child were a lot more alike than they looked. Valen was making little unhappy squeaking noises but was no longer howling.
Hermione sighed. "I won't ask now then," she said, looking over her shoulder at Ron, who was sitting in a chair, looking as frazzled as she had looked a moment ago.
"We will need to talk about it tomorrow," Draco agreed. "And when you have twins, you will get payback with us," he added with a smirk.
Hermione raised her eyebrows, shaking her head at him but smiling a little.
Draco nodded to both of them and began back up the stairs, making little cooing sounds to his child, trying to calm him down.
Harry was still lying on his back, but he sat halfway up when he heard Draco enter with their son.
Draco closed and locked the door, before bringing their now sniffling, squeaking child to Harry. "He's hungry, scared and tired," he said. "Something I guess we both can understand right now."
Harry took Valen from Draco, having already performed a Cleaning Charm on himself while Draco had gone down to collect the baby. "Yes, we understand you," he said in a hushed voice to his little face as he held him to his nipple. He winced when Valen gummed him.
Draco took his robe off and hung it up, then cast yet another Cleaning Charm on himself. He came over and sat down on the bed, watching his family. Valen kept peering at him from where he suckled Harry. "Still here," he assured the child, reaching to pat his back.
Harry sighed, rubbing Valen's head. "I don't like you to be scared," he whispered to him. "And I really wish you would stop biting me. Daddy Harry's nipples hurt."
"He does need to grow teeth," Draco said on his son's behalf. He lay down beside them then. There was no way he would give this up, for anything.
Harry smiled at Draco. "Yes, he needs to grow teeth," he agreed, "and I think he's starting to. How long are babies supposed to be breastfed?"
"As long as you can handle it," Draco said. "Opinion varies a lot from what I read."
"And aren't we supposed to give him baby food or something?" Harry asked. "He's six months old."
"Yes, he can start eating soft food now," Draco said. "He will probably still nurse for a while, though."
Harry nodded. "Maybe when we get home," he said to Valen, "we'll get you some." He sighed, sitting back with him. "I love you both so much," he said after a few moments.
Valen had fallen asleep, mouth still on Harry's nipple. Draco smiled at his exhausted family. "Yes," he said softly. "Do you want to sleep with him in the bed or should I put him in his cot now?"
"Let's ... sleep with him tonight," Harry said quietly. "If you don't mind."
Draco smiled, lifting his son so that Harry could lay down and then placing the baby beside him. He curled around the other side with his legs against his husband's and his arm over the child and around Harry. He faced his husband, sleepy but still watching him.
Harry looked into Draco's eyes for several silent moments. He could feel sleep tugging at him, but kept his eyes open. "We're not perfect," he said to Draco very quietly, "but this is."
"Yes," Draco agreed, smiling.