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In the Morning
Chapter Number/Total: 14/41
Chapter Title: In the Morning
Words: 2280 Words
Draco hadn't slept well and found himself awake before the sun was even up. He lay beside his husband and child, watching them in slumber. He had never loved anyone like he did Harry. Theo and Pansy had been his friends. They had been sexual with him, but he had never been in love with them. It had always been Harry. And yet, that love had driven him nearly crazy before he had finally told Harry. Theo had hit a nerve with the accusation that Harry controlled him. It worried him sometimes how much of himself he had surrendered to his husband.
Harry dreamt as he slept. He dreamt of horrible words and feelings and terribleness, but he didn't remember it when he awoke. He only had a headache and the memories of probably one of the worst days of his life. He slowly opened his eyes and sighed heavily, looking automatically at Draco, and then down at Valen nestled between them, but his eyes moved back to his husband.
"Hi," Draco said softly, as amazed now as he had always been at that first glimpse of those green eyes every time his husband woke.
"Hi," Harry said back, blinking slowly. His head throbbed and he used his own magic to soothe himself, closing his eyes again.
Draco leaned forward and kissed Harry's forehead.
Harry sighed again, softly this time. He felt the pain receding - in his head anyway. There was something else in the rest of him, but it didn't feel like physical pain.
"I love you," Draco whispered.
"I love you," Harry replied, opening his eyes once again to stare into Draco's.
"I wish we could just go home," Draco said.
Harry looked at Draco for a long moment. "Maybe we should," he said quietly.
"You don't want to finish N.E.W.T.s?" Draco asked.
Harry was quiet for another moment. "Yes," he said. "I want to but ... I don't know. I don't feel good." He didn't know how else to explain it.
Draco opened his mouth to speak several times, but couldn't find the words. Was he supposed to apologise for doing what he had done under the influence of the potion? Would talking about it make it worse? Had he overreacted to what Theo had said, or was the binding really a problem? He did believe Harry thought he had done the right thing. What he didn't understand was why it still felt wrong to him.
Harry didn't speak at all while he waited for Draco to, and not for a few moments after that either. "I'll stay, though," he said finally, still very quiet. "If you want to do the tests I'll stay."
"Our problem is what do we do about Theo? And Pansy?" Draco asked softly. "I don't believe either of them understood what they were doing the way you do."
"I'm not very concerned with them," Harry said, apparently unable to talk any louder than he was, because he couldn't even make his voice sound normal.
"And what do you want, my love?" Draco asked, reaching long fingers out to stroke the hair off his husband's face.
"Theo and Pansy aren't our problem at all," Harry said, and it was possible that his voice was growing quieter. "I still ... I'm still thinking about ...." He went completely silent for almost an entire minute. "Are you afraid of me?" he asked, his voice a whisper. He was getting quieter then. "And if not that, are you afraid of what I could do to you? If I wanted to?"
Draco was surprised by the question and it showed on his face. "I have never been afraid of you," he said.
"Do you promise?" Harry asked, tears brimming his eyes. And, Merlin, he hoped all of this wasn't going to start again.
"I swear I have never been afraid of you," Draco answered. He realised as he said it that what frightened him most was his own reactions to Harry.
Harry closed his eyes, his chin trembling as he tried to hold his sob in. "Draco, I promise," he managed, "I promise I will never - never force you to do a-anything ever again. I promise. Just please - please don't e-ever be afraid of me."
Draco teared up too, now. He picked up the sleeping infant between them and set him in his cot beside the bed. Then, rolling back over, he wrapped his arms around Harry.
Harry sobbed against Draco's skin, trembling. "I promise I-I w-won't ever again. I s-swear it."
"You were doing what you thought was right," Draco soothed. "Because you love me."
Harry continued to tremble and sob. "But I promise," he gasped. "I'll never o-order you to do a-anything again. I don't want you t-to think th-those things about m-me."
"That's not the problem, Harry," Draco said, whispering against Harry's hair as he held him.
"Then what i-is?" Harry sobbed, not understanding.
Draco pulled back, lifting his lover's face. "I scare me, Harry," he whispered. "I scare me because there are times when I really want you to control me, to order me around and to use me. Everything I accused you of. Sometimes, that is exactly what I want."
Harry stared at Draco with tears rolling down his face, still not understanding. "Why?" he asked.
"I don't know," Draco admitted, shivering at the admission.
Harry's chest heaved and he trembled even more, intense fear flashing through him that this was something unfixable. "Maybe we should find a way to take the binding off," he said in a terrified whisper. "I want you more than it."
Draco frowned. He considered lying to Harry then, telling him that there was no way to do that. "And what would have happened yesterday without it?" he asked instead.
"But this isn't yesterday, Draco," Harry whispered, speaking quickly, like it was urgent he get his words out. "This is now. Everything yesterday happened because of the binding. Zabini sent Death Eaters because of the binding. Nott and Pansy let him without saying anything because of the binding. Pansy gave you that Love Potion because of the binding. And now you're saying you want it for some ... reason and you don't know why. I want you more than it. I want to fix this. We have to fix this. I want you more than it."
Draco frowned and looked away. He trembled. "I would be in Theo's bed right now, not yours," Draco whispered. "Amortentia is too powerful to resist."
"I know what you're doing," Harry said. "This is what it all comes down to. Do we keep the binding or do we take it off? Because you know me, Draco. You know you wouldn't have been in Theo's bed. I wouldn't have let it happen, even if I would've had to lock you in our room for a few days and watch you until the antidote arrived. I wouldn't have tried to fix it myself if I hadn't thought I could with the binding. I wouldn't have been able to force you and you not able to fight back. None of that would have happened. You don't want to take the binding off, but you don't know why. That's what this is, isn't it?"
Draco closed his eyes, trembling still. "Yes," he whispered, barely audible.
Harry held Draco to him tightly. He didn't know what the right thing to do would be. Should they keep the binding for the weird unknown reason? Or should they take it off because it was unhealthy? "I don't understand, Draco," Harry whispered to him. "I don't understand and I don't know what to do."
Draco was still shaking and holding Harry as if he would somehow lose him if he let go right then. "Love me," he whispered.
"I couldn't stop doing that if I tried," Harry whispered back, holding the back of Draco's head.
***
Harry still felt very tired. He didn't quite understand why, but his eyelids felt heavy and so did his body; like someone had strapped a bag onto his back and was steadily filling it.
He and Draco hadn't had sex that morning. Harry thought they might have if.... But they hadn't. And ... he hadn't felt like it. He didn't feel like it had anything to do with Draco. It felt like something else. He'd been content to hold his husband, but he hadn't felt like making it anything more. He didn't know if it was the sudden weariness, or ... if it wasn't. He couldn't tell; not right then anyway. As he'd lain there with Draco, confused, and scared, and unsure about ... something, he'd tried to think of what to do, but the problem was he didn't know exactly what to fix. Maybe it was the binding, but maybe it was something else. He had no idea.
Hermione and Ron kept throwing both Harry and Draco worried glances. Harry was actually very surprised that Hermione hadn't prodded him more than she had. When they'd come down into the common room after getting dressed and then feeding Valen, Hermione had asked Harry if he was okay. He'd said he was fine, and then she'd fixed him with one of her stern, knowing looks. He'd only answered it with a blank stare and a dull, "What?" Her face had fallen and she and Ron had been whispering to each other since.
In fact, Harry thought he could hear Hermione's whisper at that moment behind him as he walked to the Great Hall with his friends, child, and husband, but he didn't turn to look. He didn't really feel much like eating and would've rather gone back to bed, but here he was. Tired.
Valen was squirming so badly that it was hard to hold on to him. Draco huffed and disentangled the baby from his hair again. He knew that Valen was upset by Harry's mood. The child always reacted to Harry. For his own part, Draco felt tired and scared. Harry hadn't made love to him that morning and Draco could not remember the last time that had happened. It was how they started every morning. Harry said he wasn't angry now but Draco still felt guilty. And now they had to go to the Great Hall, where Theo and Pansy would be. Draco had no idea how he was supposed to face Theo after the night before. And how angry should he be at Pansy? He sighed, closing his eyes and then wincing when Valen yanked on his tie so hard it hurt.
Harry hadn't even thought about Nott and Pansy at all that morning besides the one time Draco had mentioned them, well, not directly at least. He found there was still some sort of anger at them both, but he also felt like he didn't have enough emotion for them. They didn't even deserve his emotion, not even his anger. But he did think of them now, because he didn't know if Draco was going to sit with them. He didn't know, and he wasn't going to ask, wasn't even going to say a single thing to him about it. Harry didn't know how he would feel about any place Draco sat. Literally. It was like the only thing he could feel was confusion. About everything. There wasn't any room for anything else.
Draco stopped at the entrance to the Hall. He was tempted to skip breakfast altogether and go on to class. He looked nervously at his husband. "Harry?" he asked.
Hermione and Ron had stopped, too, and were looking at Harry and Draco in a worried sort of way again, but Harry waved them on with his hand. They went through the doors after a moment, Hermione letting out a small sigh with a frown on her face.
"What?" Harry asked Draco quietly.
"I want to be with you," Draco confessed.
Harry frowned, confused, but that wasn't surprising to him. "What are you talking about?" he asked.
Draco winced at the look in his husband's eyes. He hadn’t seen that kind of despair since before Voldemort was killed. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do," he admitted.
"About what?" asked Harry. He didn't know what to do either. About anything.
"I need you," Draco said. "I can't stand that I have done this to you."
Harry stared at Draco for a moment but then looked away from him. He didn't know what his face looked like. "You didn't do anything to me," he said, not even knowing what tone of voice it was that he had just used.
That flat tone sent a chill of fear down Draco's back. "Wait here," he said, and then entered the Hall, heading directly to Hermione and Ron.
Harry didn't know what Draco was doing and he closed his eyes as he remained where he stood, letting out a quiet breath.
Ron nudged Hermione when Draco approached them and she looked up. The frown that had been on her lips when she'd entered the Hall hadn't left her.
Draco strode up to their friends. "I know we put you through a lot last night," he said. "But I really need you to watch Valen. We're starting him on solid food, so give him some of the porridge."
Hermione very much looked like she wanted to know what was going on, as did Ron. She opened her mouth and let it hang that way for a moment before she sighed. "Okay," she said quietly in a resigned tone. "Just...." She shook her head. "Okay."
"Thank you," Draco said and then turned and left the Hall. He didn't even look to the Slytherin table.
Chapter Title: In the Morning
Words: 2280 Words
Draco hadn't slept well and found himself awake before the sun was even up. He lay beside his husband and child, watching them in slumber. He had never loved anyone like he did Harry. Theo and Pansy had been his friends. They had been sexual with him, but he had never been in love with them. It had always been Harry. And yet, that love had driven him nearly crazy before he had finally told Harry. Theo had hit a nerve with the accusation that Harry controlled him. It worried him sometimes how much of himself he had surrendered to his husband.
Harry dreamt as he slept. He dreamt of horrible words and feelings and terribleness, but he didn't remember it when he awoke. He only had a headache and the memories of probably one of the worst days of his life. He slowly opened his eyes and sighed heavily, looking automatically at Draco, and then down at Valen nestled between them, but his eyes moved back to his husband.
"Hi," Draco said softly, as amazed now as he had always been at that first glimpse of those green eyes every time his husband woke.
"Hi," Harry said back, blinking slowly. His head throbbed and he used his own magic to soothe himself, closing his eyes again.
Draco leaned forward and kissed Harry's forehead.
Harry sighed again, softly this time. He felt the pain receding - in his head anyway. There was something else in the rest of him, but it didn't feel like physical pain.
"I love you," Draco whispered.
"I love you," Harry replied, opening his eyes once again to stare into Draco's.
"I wish we could just go home," Draco said.
Harry looked at Draco for a long moment. "Maybe we should," he said quietly.
"You don't want to finish N.E.W.T.s?" Draco asked.
Harry was quiet for another moment. "Yes," he said. "I want to but ... I don't know. I don't feel good." He didn't know how else to explain it.
Draco opened his mouth to speak several times, but couldn't find the words. Was he supposed to apologise for doing what he had done under the influence of the potion? Would talking about it make it worse? Had he overreacted to what Theo had said, or was the binding really a problem? He did believe Harry thought he had done the right thing. What he didn't understand was why it still felt wrong to him.
Harry didn't speak at all while he waited for Draco to, and not for a few moments after that either. "I'll stay, though," he said finally, still very quiet. "If you want to do the tests I'll stay."
"Our problem is what do we do about Theo? And Pansy?" Draco asked softly. "I don't believe either of them understood what they were doing the way you do."
"I'm not very concerned with them," Harry said, apparently unable to talk any louder than he was, because he couldn't even make his voice sound normal.
"And what do you want, my love?" Draco asked, reaching long fingers out to stroke the hair off his husband's face.
"Theo and Pansy aren't our problem at all," Harry said, and it was possible that his voice was growing quieter. "I still ... I'm still thinking about ...." He went completely silent for almost an entire minute. "Are you afraid of me?" he asked, his voice a whisper. He was getting quieter then. "And if not that, are you afraid of what I could do to you? If I wanted to?"
Draco was surprised by the question and it showed on his face. "I have never been afraid of you," he said.
"Do you promise?" Harry asked, tears brimming his eyes. And, Merlin, he hoped all of this wasn't going to start again.
"I swear I have never been afraid of you," Draco answered. He realised as he said it that what frightened him most was his own reactions to Harry.
Harry closed his eyes, his chin trembling as he tried to hold his sob in. "Draco, I promise," he managed, "I promise I will never - never force you to do a-anything ever again. I promise. Just please - please don't e-ever be afraid of me."
Draco teared up too, now. He picked up the sleeping infant between them and set him in his cot beside the bed. Then, rolling back over, he wrapped his arms around Harry.
Harry sobbed against Draco's skin, trembling. "I promise I-I w-won't ever again. I s-swear it."
"You were doing what you thought was right," Draco soothed. "Because you love me."
Harry continued to tremble and sob. "But I promise," he gasped. "I'll never o-order you to do a-anything again. I don't want you t-to think th-those things about m-me."
"That's not the problem, Harry," Draco said, whispering against Harry's hair as he held him.
"Then what i-is?" Harry sobbed, not understanding.
Draco pulled back, lifting his lover's face. "I scare me, Harry," he whispered. "I scare me because there are times when I really want you to control me, to order me around and to use me. Everything I accused you of. Sometimes, that is exactly what I want."
Harry stared at Draco with tears rolling down his face, still not understanding. "Why?" he asked.
"I don't know," Draco admitted, shivering at the admission.
Harry's chest heaved and he trembled even more, intense fear flashing through him that this was something unfixable. "Maybe we should find a way to take the binding off," he said in a terrified whisper. "I want you more than it."
Draco frowned. He considered lying to Harry then, telling him that there was no way to do that. "And what would have happened yesterday without it?" he asked instead.
"But this isn't yesterday, Draco," Harry whispered, speaking quickly, like it was urgent he get his words out. "This is now. Everything yesterday happened because of the binding. Zabini sent Death Eaters because of the binding. Nott and Pansy let him without saying anything because of the binding. Pansy gave you that Love Potion because of the binding. And now you're saying you want it for some ... reason and you don't know why. I want you more than it. I want to fix this. We have to fix this. I want you more than it."
Draco frowned and looked away. He trembled. "I would be in Theo's bed right now, not yours," Draco whispered. "Amortentia is too powerful to resist."
"I know what you're doing," Harry said. "This is what it all comes down to. Do we keep the binding or do we take it off? Because you know me, Draco. You know you wouldn't have been in Theo's bed. I wouldn't have let it happen, even if I would've had to lock you in our room for a few days and watch you until the antidote arrived. I wouldn't have tried to fix it myself if I hadn't thought I could with the binding. I wouldn't have been able to force you and you not able to fight back. None of that would have happened. You don't want to take the binding off, but you don't know why. That's what this is, isn't it?"
Draco closed his eyes, trembling still. "Yes," he whispered, barely audible.
Harry held Draco to him tightly. He didn't know what the right thing to do would be. Should they keep the binding for the weird unknown reason? Or should they take it off because it was unhealthy? "I don't understand, Draco," Harry whispered to him. "I don't understand and I don't know what to do."
Draco was still shaking and holding Harry as if he would somehow lose him if he let go right then. "Love me," he whispered.
"I couldn't stop doing that if I tried," Harry whispered back, holding the back of Draco's head.
***
Harry still felt very tired. He didn't quite understand why, but his eyelids felt heavy and so did his body; like someone had strapped a bag onto his back and was steadily filling it.
He and Draco hadn't had sex that morning. Harry thought they might have if.... But they hadn't. And ... he hadn't felt like it. He didn't feel like it had anything to do with Draco. It felt like something else. He'd been content to hold his husband, but he hadn't felt like making it anything more. He didn't know if it was the sudden weariness, or ... if it wasn't. He couldn't tell; not right then anyway. As he'd lain there with Draco, confused, and scared, and unsure about ... something, he'd tried to think of what to do, but the problem was he didn't know exactly what to fix. Maybe it was the binding, but maybe it was something else. He had no idea.
Hermione and Ron kept throwing both Harry and Draco worried glances. Harry was actually very surprised that Hermione hadn't prodded him more than she had. When they'd come down into the common room after getting dressed and then feeding Valen, Hermione had asked Harry if he was okay. He'd said he was fine, and then she'd fixed him with one of her stern, knowing looks. He'd only answered it with a blank stare and a dull, "What?" Her face had fallen and she and Ron had been whispering to each other since.
In fact, Harry thought he could hear Hermione's whisper at that moment behind him as he walked to the Great Hall with his friends, child, and husband, but he didn't turn to look. He didn't really feel much like eating and would've rather gone back to bed, but here he was. Tired.
Valen was squirming so badly that it was hard to hold on to him. Draco huffed and disentangled the baby from his hair again. He knew that Valen was upset by Harry's mood. The child always reacted to Harry. For his own part, Draco felt tired and scared. Harry hadn't made love to him that morning and Draco could not remember the last time that had happened. It was how they started every morning. Harry said he wasn't angry now but Draco still felt guilty. And now they had to go to the Great Hall, where Theo and Pansy would be. Draco had no idea how he was supposed to face Theo after the night before. And how angry should he be at Pansy? He sighed, closing his eyes and then wincing when Valen yanked on his tie so hard it hurt.
Harry hadn't even thought about Nott and Pansy at all that morning besides the one time Draco had mentioned them, well, not directly at least. He found there was still some sort of anger at them both, but he also felt like he didn't have enough emotion for them. They didn't even deserve his emotion, not even his anger. But he did think of them now, because he didn't know if Draco was going to sit with them. He didn't know, and he wasn't going to ask, wasn't even going to say a single thing to him about it. Harry didn't know how he would feel about any place Draco sat. Literally. It was like the only thing he could feel was confusion. About everything. There wasn't any room for anything else.
Draco stopped at the entrance to the Hall. He was tempted to skip breakfast altogether and go on to class. He looked nervously at his husband. "Harry?" he asked.
Hermione and Ron had stopped, too, and were looking at Harry and Draco in a worried sort of way again, but Harry waved them on with his hand. They went through the doors after a moment, Hermione letting out a small sigh with a frown on her face.
"What?" Harry asked Draco quietly.
"I want to be with you," Draco confessed.
Harry frowned, confused, but that wasn't surprising to him. "What are you talking about?" he asked.
Draco winced at the look in his husband's eyes. He hadn’t seen that kind of despair since before Voldemort was killed. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do," he admitted.
"About what?" asked Harry. He didn't know what to do either. About anything.
"I need you," Draco said. "I can't stand that I have done this to you."
Harry stared at Draco for a moment but then looked away from him. He didn't know what his face looked like. "You didn't do anything to me," he said, not even knowing what tone of voice it was that he had just used.
That flat tone sent a chill of fear down Draco's back. "Wait here," he said, and then entered the Hall, heading directly to Hermione and Ron.
Harry didn't know what Draco was doing and he closed his eyes as he remained where he stood, letting out a quiet breath.
Ron nudged Hermione when Draco approached them and she looked up. The frown that had been on her lips when she'd entered the Hall hadn't left her.
Draco strode up to their friends. "I know we put you through a lot last night," he said. "But I really need you to watch Valen. We're starting him on solid food, so give him some of the porridge."
Hermione very much looked like she wanted to know what was going on, as did Ron. She opened her mouth and let it hang that way for a moment before she sighed. "Okay," she said quietly in a resigned tone. "Just...." She shook her head. "Okay."
"Thank you," Draco said and then turned and left the Hall. He didn't even look to the Slytherin table.