Borderline

Title: Borderline

Pairing: HarryxDraco, pre-slash SeamusxGeorge, implied RonxHermione

Fandom: HP

Rating:

Summary: Non-Epilogue compliant post-Battle of Hogwarts fic. WWW Partner Harry Potter is attacked by unknown persons and left for dead. He creates a portkey to take himself, Andromeda and Teddy to a place of Safety. Single parent Draco Malfoy is living quietly out of the politics of the Post-Second Wizarding war. Together can they give each other the happiness they’ve been missing?

 

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Chapter 12

 

Harry and Draco put the boys down and bid goodbye to Narcissa and Andromeda.

Given that Neville was supposed to be Harry’s bodyguard the other master bedroom was set up for him but since the property was heavily warded Neville would spend much of the day in the garden, which would leave the house open for them…

The floo was going to stay closed mostly…

Neville would be more comfortable outside anyway.

No reason to force him to watch them on having sex…

Neville seemed a bit uncomfortable guarding them on their honeymoon so they’d keep to themselves as much as possible.

 

XoooooX

Once they were alone behind silencing wards, Draco pulled Harry into his arms and kissed him. “Mine.”

“For as long as you want me to be.” Harry said quietly.

Draco pushed Harry onto the bed and use magic to undress them, with conjured lube and gentle fingers he was preparing his bonded.

Harry relaxed and let Draco do as he wished. He didn’t want to make him feel pressured or forced. Draco’s eyes were clear and his demeanour was normal so he sure that Draco hadn’t used any potions this time.

Draco swallowed, looking down at his bondmate and saw perfect trust in those emerald eyes.

Harry smiled at him, “I’m fine. I want this, please?”

Draco’s throat was dry, “Please what?”

Harry’s voice was very quiet, “Make love to me?”

Draco still could hardly believe it, Harry Potter of all people trusted him, desired him and was willing to tie them together as well as blood adopt his son he kissed Harry, lifting his hips and pressing his cock to Harry’s entrance.

Harry moaned, arching his back and pressing into Draco.

Draco’s preparations left Harry just loose enough that he slipped in a little.

It was so warm and Harry’s body accepted him easily, Draco thrust in and was rewarded with a wanton moan.

“Draco!”

Draco made love to Harry, fucking his bonded through two orgasms before Harry passed out. Their bodies were sticky with seed but he cared little for that.

He lay sprawled over the Gryffindor who had accepted him when he feared no one would and looked at his bonded. Harry had always stood out to him, he glowed even more it seemed and Draco felt at home when they were together.

Harry selflessly gave of himself to others but it was what he’d given Draco that meant the most…

His trust, his body, his selfless wish to bond to him and to give Scorpius a sire to be proud of…

Harry was his, his for as long as he wanted him. He’d always wanted to matter to Potter, now he did. Harry hadn’t judged him for what he’d suffered under the Dark Lord, Bellatrix or under his Uncle Rabastan.  He’d opened his heart to Scorpius, even going so far as to name him his heir if he had no other sons…

It was more then any pureblood he’d ever known would have done…

Draco whispered, “Don’t ever leave me…”

Harry seemed to snuggle more in his sleep in response.

Draco wrapped his arms around Harry and held on, this was his version of heaven.

 

XoooooX

Harry woke up first, he was cuddled into Draco’s chest; he wiggled free and placed a pillow in his place.

He stretched, wincing slightly. His body just wasn’t quite used to lovemaking yet. He desperately wanted to believe that was how they had sex, but perhaps it was too soon for that. He quickly went to relieve the pressure in his protesting bladder and arse.

His Potter nature perhaps? He had been told that Potters love once and fall in love early…

He may not have been born a Potter but his blood was, so could it affect him?

Harry looked out the window to see a glorious wraparound terrace. Beyond that was a large lawn, beneath it was a garden that Neville would no doubt be exploring while they were here.

Then arms encircled his waist, soft words teasing his neck, “You left me.” his bondmate said in a petulant voice.

Harry swallowed, the warmth of Draco pressed to his back and arse was hard to ignore. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Well you did.” Draco grumbled.

Harry leaned back slightly, “I was just admiring the view.”

“It is pretty here…I haven’t been to the Estate in years…” Draco said quietly.

“Why?”

“Father wasn’t close to his cousins nor to his grandmother I was obligatorily introduced but we didn’t really mingle.” Draco shrugged.

“Who all is here? Will we bother them?” Harry asked frowning.

“My Father’s cousin Sancus and his family live in Le Manoir, the main house. Great-Grandmother Muriel resides in La Petite Maison, I believe that her great-something nephews, Fred and George stayed there but father never told. This is of course La Miellerie- the Honey House; I’m planning on giving La Longère which is a traditional single storey farmhouse.to Aunt Annie. It was formerly a barn and well mother wouldn’t live there. L’Orangerie- the Lemon house is more suitable to mother as a vacation home if not a primary residence. There are thirty-five acres in the ground and if I remember correctly there is a swimming pool.” Draco recited.

“They know we are here? Wait George’s Great-Aunt Muriel is your great-grandmother?” Harry stammered.

“We’re all related one way or another us purebloods.”

Harry winced thinking about how he and Scorpius had originally prior to their both being blood adopted had been sired by a Lestrange brother. “Oh right...”

“Since we’re on our honeymoon, we don’t have to visit.”

“You have cousins and a great grandmother who are around and you don’t want to visit?” Harry asked stunned. “If I found out I had cousins I’d want to meet them…even if they turned out to be no better then Dudley…”

“Well through the Lestranges you have Millie but she disappeared with Greg’s sister. Her sire was Uncle Rabastan…” Draco said stiffly. “I’d have to consult the Almanach de Foy to see who else. I believe that your grandfather Charlus Potter had an elder sister who was an ancestress of Pansy’s…”

“Ouch…Lestranges and Parkinsons?” Harry whistled, “No wonder I didn’t learn this before…”

Draco’s voice had a frown in it, “What do you mean?”

“I doubt very much that the likes of Dumbledore or the Weasleys would have allowed me to associate with them.”

“That would be true…especially with the likes of Weasel who hated all Slytherins as a friend.” Draco muttered darkly.

Harry turned and kissed him, “I don’t care about what Ron thinks. He’s abandoned me for the last time and I find I don’t much care to give him a third chance. I know he would never accept you or us so he can go his way and I’ll go mine.”

Draco kissed him back.

A cough interrupted them.

Draco glanced up to see a house elf.

The elf addressed him in French asking when they would be interested in breakfast since their guest was already awake.

Draco responded in kind, “We’ll be down in twenty.”

The elf bowed and disappeared with a soft pop.

Harry frowned, “What was that about?”

“Neville is awake and he’s hungry.” Draco chuckled, “Clia wanted to know when to serve breakfast.”

Harry nodded, “And?”

“I said in twenty minutes. I figured we could dress enough to be presentable and have showered by then.” Draco smirked.

Harry’s mouth went dry, “Shower?”

Draco kissed him hard and then sauntered off, “Coming?”

Harry stared after him for three heartbeats; he seemed so…different…

Then he scurried after his bonded.

They showered together, washing quickly but Harry fervourently wished they might have washed one another.

Yet they had to be on time to breakfast…

They went down holding hands; Harry nestled into Draco’s side fitting like puzzle pieces.

They had a nice breakfast with juice, toast, eggs and fresh orange juice.

Neville was shy refusing to really look at them, “Uh…I think I’ll work in the garden. I saw some nice plants out there.”

Draco smirked, “I suspected as much, it can’t be too comfortable being with us right now.”

Harry was pink, a body guard on their would-be honeymoon…

Neville finished first, “Um…tell the elves would you? I’ll take my lunch outside. Don’t want to you know interrupt you….”

Harry felt like there was a bit more to Neville’s want to avoid them, they were friends but since Neville found out about Draco he was distant.

Had Ron’s accusations about Neville liking him had some merit? If they had was Neville distraction because he was jealous?

Having already lost Ron and Hermione he was upset about losing Neville…

Then Neville was going, his footsteps in the carpeted hall came back softer and softer until they drifted away altogether.

Draco pulled him into his lap and kissed him…

Then all thought unrelated to lovemaking drifted far away.

Draco pushed Harry’s shirt up, toying with the nipples as he rocked against that pert denim-clad arse.

Harry gasped, “Draco…Merlin Draco…”

Then he was naked, his clothes had vanished…

Draco was eager to make up for their lack of pre-breakfast morning sex, he cast charms to loosen and lube Harry, “Want you…”

Draco’s eyes were clear even though they were clearly dilated with passion, so Harry moaned, “Then take me…”

Draco reached down, lined himself up and entered Harry, letting out a gasp of pleasure as he felt Harry tight around him.

It didn’t matter that Weaselette might have been with Harry sexually before, Harry was his…he knew Harry hadn’t realised what pleasure was anymore then he had the first time they were intimate on his private Quidditch pitch.

His bonded, he was one in all the ways that really mattered with Harry…

Harry clung to Draco, rocking down into Draco’s thrusts his body on fire…

Harry really had nothing to compare this to…his relationship with Ginny had made him feel disgusting after she tried to force him to bed her. Other then Draco’s potion-induced lovemaking on their bonding night, he felt safe with Draco and trusted him.

Draco knew what it was like to violated, they both suffered in the war in their own way but they were helping each other.

Scorpius like Teddy had needed him and he wanted to part of his life, he suspected he’d always wanted Draco probably like his mum wanted Snape and later his dad but his mother’s lovers were both a jerk at first. Now Draco was vulnerable and lonely, Harry wanted to be there for him, his desire had turned to passion and love was growing the longer they were together.

Oh Merlin, the way Draco touched him tenderly, as if he worshipped him or felt he would hurt him or was afraid he’d disappear. He’d always wanted someone to cherish him, the way he wanted to cherish the person he loved. Ginny had wanted him for his name; he’d figured that out soon after the Battle and that broke him a little.

Draco saw him, the real him the way he saw the real Draco behind the mask…

The scared little boy whose dad wasn’t quite the figure he wanted, whose mum spoilt him to make up for his father’s distance…

Only to have his mother turn on him, disgusted because her brother-in-law raped him and sired a child because of the rapes.

Narcissa put up a front but she wanted nothing to do with Teddy or him, even if he made Scorpius his like James had.

“Harry…I can’t believe you really want me…” Draco gasped.

Harry reached with his left hand for Draco’s left, threading their fingers together so their rings touched, bringing it to his mouth so he could kiss Draco’s ring, “Believe it…I do…”

Then he came with a loud cry, slumping slightly as the wave of his orgasm hit him.

Draco came soon after, crying out his name.

They sat there in the chair, Draco still seated in Harry’s body, their left hands joined and he lifted Harry’s chin looking into those Slytherin green eyes, “I don’t deserve you…”

“Who really deserves the person they love? I want to heal you; I want you to heal me. I grew up thinking no one would ever love me…” Harry said quietly, “Then there was Cho but it wasn’t right…same with Ginny. Yet when I had to think of somewhere I would be safe I thought of you and the debts. There was nowhere else I wanted to be.”

Draco embraced him, his heart hammering in his chest, “l always wanted to be important to you…for you to see me. Yet I never did…you were above me no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t catch up. Then you appeared near dead in my house, I thought I would faint and then Uncle Sev helped Aunt Annie heal you. You found out about Scorpius and didn’t judge me, you saw despite everything I loved him and it pained me that he could never claim what should be his. You gave him a sire to be proud of, a legacy to look back on without shame and the ability to claim what I inherited. You make me feel like I have worth again…you don’t see me as weak…”

Harry whispered, “Weak? It takes strength to open your heart to Scorpius after the pain his creation caused. You were willing to trust me, to let me in and give me a place in your bed. You accepted Teddy, making him Scorpius’ milk brother, no one else offered that…”

In their own ways they were two broken people, trying to put themselves together with missing pieces.

Only to find they were part of the same picture….

Draco summoned robes for them; plush comfortable dressing gowns, and then he carried Harry back up their room.

Harry shyly pushed him back on the bed, “I want to give you a little.”

Draco let him…

Harry kissed him, trailing them down Draco’s throat and then licked a little of the milk that dripped.

Draco moaned softly as he felt Harry’s tongue on his fevered flesh, the closely accompanied sucking made him hard. It touched him differently inside then Scorpius’, Harry straddled him and he eagerly anticipated Harry’s ministrations…

Harry suckled just a taste knowing it belonged to Scorpius and Teddy; he pulled himself away enough to make his way to Draco’s hard leaking cock. It had been inside him, instead of disgusting him it made him shy. It brought him so much pleasure, it was bigger then his own in both length and girth. He wasn’t jealous of it, he just fell to worshiping it; licking it, sucking and stroking. Pausing to knead Draco’s sack but taking care not to go below the sack, not that he didn’t want to make love to Draco and take the memory of his violation and replace it with something wonderful.

That day was not today, and it wouldn’t be tomorrow either…

Harry didn’t rush; they had the length of their contract…

He hoped Draco still wanted him at the end of it, splitting would devastate him…

He didn’t expect to fall for Draco as hard as he had, to love him…

Draco couldn’t read Harry’s mind but damn for being only with Draco like this Harry was good… he groaned, “Harry…”

Harry blushed, moving so he could press Draco’s cock back into his body, “I know…” he sank back down on him, feeling how deep Draco went…

Draco groaned again, “So tight…”

Harry clenched himself around Draco as he rolled them over so he was on his back looking up at his bonded, “Take me…”

Draco kissed him hard, languid thrusts as he pinched Harry’s nipples; he had the weird desire to taste Harry’s milk to see why Harry liked his so much. It would be a while before Harry was pregnant enough to have milk, he felt eager to see Harry round with his child and to know it was made in love.

Not pain and humiliation like Scorpius…

Harry snuggled into Draco quite content after two rounds of lovemaking.

Draco let Harry snuggle, enjoying the closeness.

 

XoooooX

Scorpius hadn’t slept well all night…

Andromeda was tired, rather then Narcissa it was her who was up to check on him.

Scorpius wouldn’t settle down until she placed him in Teddy’s crib.

Then her great-nephew, now practically adopted grandson sniffled and curled up with Teddy, who cuddled him like his stuffed wolf. Harry had given it to him in memory of Remus when they met officially and Harry brought the news of Nymphadora and Remus deaths. Luckily, Teddy wouldn’t be parted from it so it had gone with her to St. Mungos’.

They both woke up and cried for their breakfast. But they wouldn’t take a bottle…

Scorpius had been fed with Draco’s milk all his life and the bottle was foreign.

Teddy had clearly bonded to Draco, having forgotten Nymphadora but not the comfort being fed had given him.

They both pushed the bottles away and sniffed not quite full-fledged wails but they might end up that way.

She sighed summoning on of Draco’s elves.

“Yes Miss Annie?”

“Go tell Draco that Scorpius won’t eat and neither will Teddy. Ask him if he wants us to come to him or if he wants to come back here.” Andromeda said with a tired voice.

“Dippy tell.” The elf said bowing.

Andromeda was left with her sniffling charges; she hadn’t expected them to be so attached to Harry and Draco already. Then again Draco was Scorpius’ only caregiver minus the elves that carried him to her nephew to be bathed, changed and fed.

 

XoooooX

Harry had just drifted to sleep when Dippy appeared.

Draco whispered, “What’s wrong?”

“Little masters won’t eat. Miss Annie wants to know if you want to her bring little masters or if Master be wanting to return to Manor to fed them.”

Scorpius wasn’t eating? Was he that upset with him for going? Draco levitated Harry enough to slip out; he scribbled a note to Harry using sticking charms so it stuck to Harry’s sleeve.

He summoned the elf from that morning and told her in French that he was going to the manor to tend to the babies, to let Harry and Neville know. Then he made his way back to the receiving room floo and flooed home. Letting Dippy Apparate him to the nursery.

Just because Dippy could have taken him across the Channel didn’t me he wanted to, his father had told him that Apparation was dangerous and he had people to live for…

Draco wasn’t going to try Apparating over water, not a chance.

He appeared in the nursery.

Scorpius was sitting in Teddy’s arms, he held out his arms for Draco.

Teddy called out, “Day!”

Draco’s heart swelled with love for both of their boys, he picked them both up carefully and sat in a nearby couch. He undid his robe baring his chest and cuddled both boys.

Immediately they latched on, he hadn’t noticed the ache he’d felt until they began to feed. He’d been distracted by Harry, what did that say about him? That he cared more about his bonded then their sons?

Andromeda frowned, “You’re on your honeymoon, it’s perfectly alright to let go for a while. We didn’t expect that neither would be satisfied with a bottle. You can still floo to feed them or we can bring them to you. It’s alright, you planned to come feed them sometimes didn’t you?”

Draco nodded, “I was just so wrapped up in Harry…”

“That’s understandable.” Andromeda said wisely, “You’re a husband and a parent, you’ll have to decide for yourself which role comes first. No one will think less of your choice, you have to be an adult now and that means making choices and sticking to them.”

Draco looked down at their boys and thought about Harry, which should come first? Could he even choose?

 

XoooooX

Harry woke up, to find Draco gone. He panicked did Draco leave him? Why? They were happy weren’t they?

He sat up and heard the rustle, then tear of paper. Harry fumbled for his glasses and found the remains of a note stuck to his arm.

 

‘Boys wouldn’t eat.

Gone to feed them.

See you when I get back.

 

Rest well.

Draco’

Brooding, upset and lonely, Harry slipped into the shower to erase the evidence of their lovemaking.

Then he made his way outside to the garden.

He was stunned to find Neville talking to Zabini.

Zabini stiffened at the sight of him and Neville turned around, frowning.

“Where’s Draco?” the other former Gryffindor asked.

“Andromeda sent for him, Teddy and Scorpius wouldn’t eat.” Harry shrugged trying not to look hurt.

Blaise Zabini scowled, “Scorpius? That’s the name Draco planned to give his son.”

Harry smiled, “He did, it’s the name of our son.”

Blaise snorted, “I doubt that, sure Draco was always in awe of you and desperate for your attentions but I doubt anyone could have pried you away from the She-Weasel.”

Harry shrugged, “Believe what you want, we are bonded by a Gringotts contract and we have a son. We’ll be raising his cousin’s son as our own as well. So what are you doing here?”

“My adopted aunt knew of my wishes to stay out of British Wizarding affairs. She had me transferred to Beauxbatons, and her sister Celine looks after me. She married Draco’s cousin Sancus who is a solicitor to quite a few pureblood families. I heard we had company and walked over. Dowager Lady Malfoy had Weasleys living with her, despite my desire leave the Malfoys behind due to my association with the Goyles I couldn’t escape them.” Blaise scowled.

“Well, I know Draco misses you.” Harry said politely, “He knows you think he betrayed your friendship but he really wants to be friends again.”

“Just because you’re bonded to my former friend doesn’t mean you know anything about us.” Blaise snapped.

Harry shrugged, “You’re right, I probably don’t. I know that Draco misses your friendship and wanted you to be his son’s godfather. Yet he was afraid you’d laugh in his face, to protect himself from that, he didn’t contact you when he was pardoned. Draco was lonely and the only visitors he had was myself and the Minister.“

Blaise stiffened, “How he could even consider that,”

“Is proof that I still want to be your friend. I am sorry I seemed to have gone back on my word and took the mark. I had no choice in the matter.” Draco said joining them.

Blaise scowled at him, “Of course you did.”

“I was sixteen, not seventeen. I couldn’t legally consent; I was forced to take it. Bellatrix held her wand to mother’s head the entire time. I was to kill the headmaster; if I succeeded mother’s life would be spared. Father was in Azkaban; so it was my duty to protect the Malfoy honour. That meant following father’s master, I didn’t have choice. I never had a choice. I was forced to take the Mark; mother’s life was in the balance for months. In the end I failed, it was my godfather who saved us all by killing Dumbledore. He redeemed himself by saving Harry after he was attacked and left for dead. He came to the manor and I had to tell him the truth that I bore him a son.” Draco’s story was truthful until the end; then again Scorpius was Harry’s son now, not Uncle Rabastan’s.

“What’s he like your son Scorpius?” Blaise said stiffly.

“He looks just like a baby Draco,” Harry grinned, “I want our next child to look like me…or at least a mix.”

Blaise looked at them with a strange look, “I suppose you’re very happy.”

Draco slipped an arm around Harry’s slim waist, “We are.” He said fiercely and was rewarded by Harry leaning against him ever so slightly.”

“I’ll see you around Longbottom.” Blaise said turning and walking towards the main house.

“It’s Neville!” Neville said fiercely.

Blaise waved back at them without turning around as if to say, he heard.

Draco shook slightly, “He still hates me.”

Harry leaned more into him, “He’s had a shock, he hasn’t seen you in more then a year and when he does he learns you’ve had a son, you’re bonded and you’re free. Give him some time to process it all.”

“He loved you.” Neville’s voice was quiet, “you were always looking at someone else but he loved you. I know how that feels. Just when you think maybe you have a chance, its gone before you had an opportunity. He probably hoped that his leaving would be the last straw for you and you’d come after him. You never did. Now he has to put those feelings away and hope he can go back to being your friend. He heard you were here and he wanted to see you but he saw Harry first, if you were together it was a waste to come by.”

Harry flinched, was he the name that Neville was saying in his sleep while he was with Luna? He had hoped they’d make a match of it, while he couldn’t return Neville’s feelings he understood that it would hurt to love someone who couldn’t love you back. He’d seen Snape’s memories, the love and loss he felt watching Lily, his mother with James after Hogwarts. The way Snape’d begged for her life…he remembered it and felt wished he could help Neville but his heart belonged to Draco, he knew that now. He could only hope that Neville and Blaise could find someone they could love who would love them back.

Draco was quiet, listening to Neville’s words. “I never saw it, yet your words make me see it now. I can’t love him the way he wants, he was always my friend, and I never saw him as more then that. That wouldn’t be what he would want me to see, he was too proud to confess, he would have wanted me to ask to court him. Now I really have no room in my life for Blaise as a lover, yet I want him as a friend more than anything. I wish I could make him godfather to Scorpius but it’s too late. I only hope that he might be willing to accept the request in the future. I would understand if it was too painful…”

“I once hoped that as Teddy’s godparent that it might create a bond between myself and another, it didn’t; not to Luna or to Harry.” Neville said quietly.

Draco and Harry left him alone, heading back into the house together.

They’d have to show up to feed the boys again in a few hours, until then they could recapture the ease of their honeymoon.

 

 

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What do you think? Outstanding? Exceeds expectations? Acceptable? Poor? Dreadful? Troll?