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Good News
Chapter Number/Total: 14/24
Chapter Title: Good News
Words: 2344 Words
Draco hefted Harry in his arms, carrying him easily. Beside him, Ron threw the Floo powder into the fire for him and Draco said "Number twelve Grimmauld Place" before stepping in.
Harry was finally going home. While this was a good thing, it was still not what he wanted. For one, Harry still couldn't walk or even feel his legs. He was beginning to think it might be permanent, but he didn't really want to consider that.
Remus, Tonks and Elise were waiting for them in the kitchen. "Welcome home, Harry," Tonks said.
Draco understood how difficult this had been for all of Harry's friends as well. They had never left Harry alone in the hospital, taking shifts to sit with him. The blond had also been cared for by those same friends. Sometimes they brought him food or clothes, but most of the time they simply kept a silent vigil beside him. Ron had worked to get everything cleared up with the Ministry. Hermione had researched spinal injuries and paralysis. Yet, it was only with Remus that Draco had finally lost control, breaking down crying and screaming when he learned that Harry might never completely recover. It was more than the fact that they both shared the werewolf curse. He had realised then that Remus had come to be real family to him.
Harry forgot about his problems once he saw Elise, a smile brightening his face again. "It's good to be back," he said softly, looking at Elise and wanting to hold her.
Draco carried him up the stairs with the others following. He settled Harry into a chair, arranging his lover's legs for him when he did. Then Tonks put Elise in Harry's arms. "She missed you," she said.
"I missed her, too," Harry said, smiling down at Elise as her hair began to darken. "I won't be going anywhere again." He leaned down to kiss the child's forehead, smiling when she giggled.
Draco stood protectively beside his lover's chair. He watched his lover play with the baby, his heart clenching painfully. "You are home safe now," he said softly.
"I know," Harry said quietly, glancing up at Draco. He doubted that Draco would let him out of his sight again, but it wasn't like Harry could do much without him now. "Thanks to you." He smiled softly at him before looking down at Elise again.
They spent the evening playing with the baby and just being quiet. It was a family evening like so many others before the attack, except that Harry could no longer crawl around on the floor with the baby and Draco hovered, jumping to get anything that his lover wanted.
Finally, the baby went down for the night and Draco carried Harry to their room, laid him in the bed and began to undress him.
Harry lay there, unable to lift his hips when Draco moved to pull his trousers down. "I feel so helpless," he whispered, his voice sounding a little shaky. He bit his lip to stop any tears, tired of crying. It didn't do anything to help the way he was feeling.
"I know," Draco said, undressing himself when he was finished with Harry. Then he lay down in the bed beside him, pulling Harry into his arms. The break had occurred in Harry's lower back. Which meant he could use his upper body but his arms were still weak, so he couldn't even really turn himself onto his side without Draco.
"I'm lucky I have you," Harry said softly, kissing up Draco's chest. "So lucky."
"Rest now, my beauty," Draco said, petting his hair.
And Harry knew that he could rest, that he was safe in Draco's arms. "I love you," he whispered before he curled up the best he could, which wasn't much, and closed his eyes to sleep.
***
Draco felt the warmth of Harry in his arms as he woke, nuzzling the other man's hair, his morning erection pressed against Harry's hip. He must have been rubbing against him before he was even awake but now he stopped, remembering. They had been home two days now. It was wonderful to have Harry home but difficult to resist touching him. The blond rolled onto his back and lay staring up into the canopy, trying to get control of himself.
The movement caused Harry to roll onto his stomach and wake up, blinking a few times. He looked up at Draco, wondering why he had suddenly moved away. A quick glance down his body told him why. He knew that he wasn't able to get hard like that because of his condition, but he didn't think it was fair that Draco couldn't do anything about it. He was still here for him. Harry gripped the bedsheets and dragged himself closer, reaching out to lay one hand on Draco's chest as the other one moved down his body.
"You're awake," Draco said, laying a hand atop Harry's to still his movement.
Harry nodded, looking up at Draco. After a few tugs he managed to pull his hand free and he continued to move down. "Let me take care of you for once," he said softly.
Draco opened his mouth to say something but looking into his lover's eyes stopped him. And he ached with need. Nearly two weeks without was a long time for him. He couldn't even properly wank because of the claws. He swallowed hard but nodded.
Harry's hand reached Draco's cock and he wrapped his fingers around him, his grip not as firm as it was before, but there was still some strength. He rested his cheek on Draco's stomach as he began to stroke him, looking up at Draco's face again.
Draco gasped, trembling at his lover's touch. "Oh, yes," he whispered.
Harry smiled again, glad that he was able to do this for his lover, especially given how hard Draco worked to help him every day. Soon his arm became tired and he had to shift to use the other one, gripping him the same way and stroking, speeding up the best he could.
"Yes, oh, yes," Draco gasped, and then he was coming in his lover's hand.
Harry stroked him through it, kissing Draco's stomach before pulling his hand away. He moved the fingers to his mouth and sucked his lover's seed, feeling a faint stir of arousal in his lower stomach, but he knew nothing would happen.
Draco shifted, pulling Harry up so that he could kiss him and moaning when he tasted himself on his lover's lips.
Harry kissed Draco back, relaxing. "I can still do things for you," he whispered against his lips, sighing happily.
Draco closed his eyes, feeling guilty when Harry spoke like that. "You ... you don't have to," he whispered.
"I want to," Harry said simply. "I want to make you feel good."
Draco looked at him again. He wanted Harry to be able to feel him again, but he didn't say it. "You are with me, that's what matters," he said.
"Yeah, but ... it makes me feel good when I can do that for you," Harry insisted, kissing him softly.
Draco kissed him tenderly and thoroughly. He wanted so much to pleasure Harry again but knew that may never be possible. "Let's go down to breakfast," he said softly.
Harry nodded, moving to pull himself off of Draco so he could get the clothes Harry would wear for the day.
"Do you want a bath first?" Draco asked.
"If it's not too much trouble," Harry replied quietly, glancing back at him. "You'll take it with me, right?"
"Yes," Draco said softly. He pulled on his dressing gown and went to the bathroom to draw the bath. Then he came back for Harry. He had to help him use the toilet first and then picked him up again and sat down in the warm water, still holding him.
Harry sighed, laying back against Draco and reaching for the bar of soap. "Draco, do you think I could still fly?"
Draco didn't want to answer that. It was clear that Harry's legs couldn't grip a broom. He couldn't even sit up without support. "Someday," he said.
"Maybe I could go with you one day," Harry said hopefully, running the soap over his skin. He was trying his best to be optimistic about everything.
Draco reached for the shampoo, holding Harry against his chest as he did. He had to be careful not to let his lover slip down in the water.
"I guess Fred and George are going to have to start coming here for the potions, right? We're going to keep making them, I hope." Harry set the soap down and reached to grip the side of the tub so he could try and keep himself up without Draco holding him.
"I'll hold you while you shampoo both our hair," Draco suggested. His claws made it hard to shampoo without cutting.
Harry nodded and took the bottle from him, squeezing some into his hands and then rubbing it into his hair.
When Harry had finished his own hair, Draco shifted the man sideways in his lap so that his lover could do his hair, too. He gasped a little at the feel of Harry's skin sliding against his own.
Harry smiled and reached up to scrub more of the shampoo into Draco's hair, sighing softly at the feel of it. "I love your hair."
"I love your fingers," Draco said, sighing contently.
Harry grinned and rubbed a little harder, leaning in to kiss his chest.
Draco had always loved bathing with Harry. He sighed and held him against his own body, loving his touch.
"Time to rinse it out," Harry said a few minutes later, dipping his hands in the water again.
Draco had missed this and was happy to rest, but soon it was time to get out and go down to breakfast. It was a bit of a challenge to get Harry out of the bath, dried and dressed, especially with Draco's claws.
Harry managed to pull his shirt on, while Draco pulled his jeans up. There were a few rips in his clothes now, but Harry didn't care. "Let's go down," he said, reaching up for Draco so that he could pick him up.
Draco carried Harry down to the kitchen, holding his lover in his lap as they sat at the table. Dobby brought them both breakfast. Remus was sitting at the table already.
"Morning, Remus," Harry said, taking a chance and reaching for some toast. "How's Elise?"
"Morning boys, and she's great," Remus said. The older man's smile was a little sad when he looked at them.
"When can we babysit again?" Harry asked hopefully, trying to reach for the jam next, but it was too far and he couldn't pull himself up to get it. Draco reached to get it for him, bringing it close enough for Harry to pick up himself.
Remus nodded but did seem to be thinking about the question.
"Thanks," Harry said softly, getting a knife to spread some jam on the toast. He could tell that Remus was really thinking about letting him watch Elise again, probably because now he wouldn't be able to keep up with her like before.
Tonks bounced in then, grinning. "Good morning!" she chimed.
Draco's eyes widened. Tonks was not a person who was ever cheerful in the mornings.
Harry's eyebrows rose as he quickly looked over at her, swallowing the piece of toast in his mouth. "Uh, morning, Tonks," he replied, wondering what had her so happy.
She stood with one hand behind her back, grinning.
Harry tried to glance around once he noticed the hand behind her back. "What?" he asked, curious.
She pulled a copy of the Daily Prophet out and laid it on the table with a flourish. The headline read: "Draco Malfoy Saves Potter, Helps Aurors Capture Death Eaters."
Harry pushed his toast away and pulled the paper closer, his eyes going wide as he read the headline. "Draco ... this is great!"
Draco blinked. The Daily Prophet had never before published anything positive about him -- only scandalised and distorted half-truths. "Is the article ...?"
"As good as the headline?" Tonks responded, grinning. "Yes. Ron and I went to the paper. We insisted they interview us about what happened. We wanted people to know you saved Harry. We thought it might help."
"I think so, too," Harry said with a smile, opening the paper to read the article. It seemed everything in it was positive just from him skimming through it. "This could really help get you a wand ...."
Draco leaned over Harry's shoulder, reading with him. He was a bit taken aback by finding his name in the paper. He was grateful that the article only mentioned that Harry was beaten. Draco didn't know if it would actually change things but it was an amazing accomplishment. More than that, he was immensely pleased that Tonks, and even Ron Weasley, had cared enough to do this. He looked up at her.
"Thanks, Tonks," Draco said quietly.
"Yeah, thank you so much, Tonks," Harry added, looking up at her as well. "I have to tell Ron thanks the next time I see him, too." He thought about their weekly meetings at the Leaky Cauldron and wondered if he'd ever be able to do that again with him.
Draco petted Harry then, kissing his forehead. He had an idea of what Harry might be thinking about when he saw him frown. After a minute he looked up at Remus. "We are going to continue our potions work. I will help Harry do deliveries from now on."
Harry smiled brightly, turning his head so he could kiss Draco. "I was hoping we would," he said happily, "and then we can still meet Ron for drinks."
Drinks with Ron. Draco winced but nodded. "Yes, love," he said.
"You'll love it," Harry said, laughing softly when he saw his wince.
Chapter Title: Good News
Words: 2344 Words
Draco hefted Harry in his arms, carrying him easily. Beside him, Ron threw the Floo powder into the fire for him and Draco said "Number twelve Grimmauld Place" before stepping in.
Harry was finally going home. While this was a good thing, it was still not what he wanted. For one, Harry still couldn't walk or even feel his legs. He was beginning to think it might be permanent, but he didn't really want to consider that.
Remus, Tonks and Elise were waiting for them in the kitchen. "Welcome home, Harry," Tonks said.
Draco understood how difficult this had been for all of Harry's friends as well. They had never left Harry alone in the hospital, taking shifts to sit with him. The blond had also been cared for by those same friends. Sometimes they brought him food or clothes, but most of the time they simply kept a silent vigil beside him. Ron had worked to get everything cleared up with the Ministry. Hermione had researched spinal injuries and paralysis. Yet, it was only with Remus that Draco had finally lost control, breaking down crying and screaming when he learned that Harry might never completely recover. It was more than the fact that they both shared the werewolf curse. He had realised then that Remus had come to be real family to him.
Harry forgot about his problems once he saw Elise, a smile brightening his face again. "It's good to be back," he said softly, looking at Elise and wanting to hold her.
Draco carried him up the stairs with the others following. He settled Harry into a chair, arranging his lover's legs for him when he did. Then Tonks put Elise in Harry's arms. "She missed you," she said.
"I missed her, too," Harry said, smiling down at Elise as her hair began to darken. "I won't be going anywhere again." He leaned down to kiss the child's forehead, smiling when she giggled.
Draco stood protectively beside his lover's chair. He watched his lover play with the baby, his heart clenching painfully. "You are home safe now," he said softly.
"I know," Harry said quietly, glancing up at Draco. He doubted that Draco would let him out of his sight again, but it wasn't like Harry could do much without him now. "Thanks to you." He smiled softly at him before looking down at Elise again.
They spent the evening playing with the baby and just being quiet. It was a family evening like so many others before the attack, except that Harry could no longer crawl around on the floor with the baby and Draco hovered, jumping to get anything that his lover wanted.
Finally, the baby went down for the night and Draco carried Harry to their room, laid him in the bed and began to undress him.
Harry lay there, unable to lift his hips when Draco moved to pull his trousers down. "I feel so helpless," he whispered, his voice sounding a little shaky. He bit his lip to stop any tears, tired of crying. It didn't do anything to help the way he was feeling.
"I know," Draco said, undressing himself when he was finished with Harry. Then he lay down in the bed beside him, pulling Harry into his arms. The break had occurred in Harry's lower back. Which meant he could use his upper body but his arms were still weak, so he couldn't even really turn himself onto his side without Draco.
"I'm lucky I have you," Harry said softly, kissing up Draco's chest. "So lucky."
"Rest now, my beauty," Draco said, petting his hair.
And Harry knew that he could rest, that he was safe in Draco's arms. "I love you," he whispered before he curled up the best he could, which wasn't much, and closed his eyes to sleep.
***
Draco felt the warmth of Harry in his arms as he woke, nuzzling the other man's hair, his morning erection pressed against Harry's hip. He must have been rubbing against him before he was even awake but now he stopped, remembering. They had been home two days now. It was wonderful to have Harry home but difficult to resist touching him. The blond rolled onto his back and lay staring up into the canopy, trying to get control of himself.
The movement caused Harry to roll onto his stomach and wake up, blinking a few times. He looked up at Draco, wondering why he had suddenly moved away. A quick glance down his body told him why. He knew that he wasn't able to get hard like that because of his condition, but he didn't think it was fair that Draco couldn't do anything about it. He was still here for him. Harry gripped the bedsheets and dragged himself closer, reaching out to lay one hand on Draco's chest as the other one moved down his body.
"You're awake," Draco said, laying a hand atop Harry's to still his movement.
Harry nodded, looking up at Draco. After a few tugs he managed to pull his hand free and he continued to move down. "Let me take care of you for once," he said softly.
Draco opened his mouth to say something but looking into his lover's eyes stopped him. And he ached with need. Nearly two weeks without was a long time for him. He couldn't even properly wank because of the claws. He swallowed hard but nodded.
Harry's hand reached Draco's cock and he wrapped his fingers around him, his grip not as firm as it was before, but there was still some strength. He rested his cheek on Draco's stomach as he began to stroke him, looking up at Draco's face again.
Draco gasped, trembling at his lover's touch. "Oh, yes," he whispered.
Harry smiled again, glad that he was able to do this for his lover, especially given how hard Draco worked to help him every day. Soon his arm became tired and he had to shift to use the other one, gripping him the same way and stroking, speeding up the best he could.
"Yes, oh, yes," Draco gasped, and then he was coming in his lover's hand.
Harry stroked him through it, kissing Draco's stomach before pulling his hand away. He moved the fingers to his mouth and sucked his lover's seed, feeling a faint stir of arousal in his lower stomach, but he knew nothing would happen.
Draco shifted, pulling Harry up so that he could kiss him and moaning when he tasted himself on his lover's lips.
Harry kissed Draco back, relaxing. "I can still do things for you," he whispered against his lips, sighing happily.
Draco closed his eyes, feeling guilty when Harry spoke like that. "You ... you don't have to," he whispered.
"I want to," Harry said simply. "I want to make you feel good."
Draco looked at him again. He wanted Harry to be able to feel him again, but he didn't say it. "You are with me, that's what matters," he said.
"Yeah, but ... it makes me feel good when I can do that for you," Harry insisted, kissing him softly.
Draco kissed him tenderly and thoroughly. He wanted so much to pleasure Harry again but knew that may never be possible. "Let's go down to breakfast," he said softly.
Harry nodded, moving to pull himself off of Draco so he could get the clothes Harry would wear for the day.
"Do you want a bath first?" Draco asked.
"If it's not too much trouble," Harry replied quietly, glancing back at him. "You'll take it with me, right?"
"Yes," Draco said softly. He pulled on his dressing gown and went to the bathroom to draw the bath. Then he came back for Harry. He had to help him use the toilet first and then picked him up again and sat down in the warm water, still holding him.
Harry sighed, laying back against Draco and reaching for the bar of soap. "Draco, do you think I could still fly?"
Draco didn't want to answer that. It was clear that Harry's legs couldn't grip a broom. He couldn't even sit up without support. "Someday," he said.
"Maybe I could go with you one day," Harry said hopefully, running the soap over his skin. He was trying his best to be optimistic about everything.
Draco reached for the shampoo, holding Harry against his chest as he did. He had to be careful not to let his lover slip down in the water.
"I guess Fred and George are going to have to start coming here for the potions, right? We're going to keep making them, I hope." Harry set the soap down and reached to grip the side of the tub so he could try and keep himself up without Draco holding him.
"I'll hold you while you shampoo both our hair," Draco suggested. His claws made it hard to shampoo without cutting.
Harry nodded and took the bottle from him, squeezing some into his hands and then rubbing it into his hair.
When Harry had finished his own hair, Draco shifted the man sideways in his lap so that his lover could do his hair, too. He gasped a little at the feel of Harry's skin sliding against his own.
Harry smiled and reached up to scrub more of the shampoo into Draco's hair, sighing softly at the feel of it. "I love your hair."
"I love your fingers," Draco said, sighing contently.
Harry grinned and rubbed a little harder, leaning in to kiss his chest.
Draco had always loved bathing with Harry. He sighed and held him against his own body, loving his touch.
"Time to rinse it out," Harry said a few minutes later, dipping his hands in the water again.
Draco had missed this and was happy to rest, but soon it was time to get out and go down to breakfast. It was a bit of a challenge to get Harry out of the bath, dried and dressed, especially with Draco's claws.
Harry managed to pull his shirt on, while Draco pulled his jeans up. There were a few rips in his clothes now, but Harry didn't care. "Let's go down," he said, reaching up for Draco so that he could pick him up.
Draco carried Harry down to the kitchen, holding his lover in his lap as they sat at the table. Dobby brought them both breakfast. Remus was sitting at the table already.
"Morning, Remus," Harry said, taking a chance and reaching for some toast. "How's Elise?"
"Morning boys, and she's great," Remus said. The older man's smile was a little sad when he looked at them.
"When can we babysit again?" Harry asked hopefully, trying to reach for the jam next, but it was too far and he couldn't pull himself up to get it. Draco reached to get it for him, bringing it close enough for Harry to pick up himself.
Remus nodded but did seem to be thinking about the question.
"Thanks," Harry said softly, getting a knife to spread some jam on the toast. He could tell that Remus was really thinking about letting him watch Elise again, probably because now he wouldn't be able to keep up with her like before.
Tonks bounced in then, grinning. "Good morning!" she chimed.
Draco's eyes widened. Tonks was not a person who was ever cheerful in the mornings.
Harry's eyebrows rose as he quickly looked over at her, swallowing the piece of toast in his mouth. "Uh, morning, Tonks," he replied, wondering what had her so happy.
She stood with one hand behind her back, grinning.
Harry tried to glance around once he noticed the hand behind her back. "What?" he asked, curious.
She pulled a copy of the Daily Prophet out and laid it on the table with a flourish. The headline read: "Draco Malfoy Saves Potter, Helps Aurors Capture Death Eaters."
Harry pushed his toast away and pulled the paper closer, his eyes going wide as he read the headline. "Draco ... this is great!"
Draco blinked. The Daily Prophet had never before published anything positive about him -- only scandalised and distorted half-truths. "Is the article ...?"
"As good as the headline?" Tonks responded, grinning. "Yes. Ron and I went to the paper. We insisted they interview us about what happened. We wanted people to know you saved Harry. We thought it might help."
"I think so, too," Harry said with a smile, opening the paper to read the article. It seemed everything in it was positive just from him skimming through it. "This could really help get you a wand ...."
Draco leaned over Harry's shoulder, reading with him. He was a bit taken aback by finding his name in the paper. He was grateful that the article only mentioned that Harry was beaten. Draco didn't know if it would actually change things but it was an amazing accomplishment. More than that, he was immensely pleased that Tonks, and even Ron Weasley, had cared enough to do this. He looked up at her.
"Thanks, Tonks," Draco said quietly.
"Yeah, thank you so much, Tonks," Harry added, looking up at her as well. "I have to tell Ron thanks the next time I see him, too." He thought about their weekly meetings at the Leaky Cauldron and wondered if he'd ever be able to do that again with him.
Draco petted Harry then, kissing his forehead. He had an idea of what Harry might be thinking about when he saw him frown. After a minute he looked up at Remus. "We are going to continue our potions work. I will help Harry do deliveries from now on."
Harry smiled brightly, turning his head so he could kiss Draco. "I was hoping we would," he said happily, "and then we can still meet Ron for drinks."
Drinks with Ron. Draco winced but nodded. "Yes, love," he said.
"You'll love it," Harry said, laughing softly when he saw his wince.