Angel on the cover

Title: Angel on the Cover
Author: chibidraco (cdraco)
Beta: noscrubs12345
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related characters do not belong to me.
Warnings: mpreg

Summary: Harry Potter has left for the muggle world a year after he defeats Voldemort. Draco Malfoy struggles to make a life for himself as he has to find employment, while dealing with the biological present that Harry left behind. (My memory is purposely selective when it comes to HBP- you'll see )




X x x X x x X

“Come on, Ron. You can’t hide in Harry and Draco’s room all day,” Hermione called from the open door of Harry’s bedroom.

“But I don’t want to go!” Ron whined.

“Well, tough. I want to go see the museums. It’s our last day here,” she replied seriously, taking a seat next to him on the bed.

“Why doesn’t Harry have to go?” Ron complained, laying back and covering his face with his hands.

“Because Harry has to go with Draco to buy clothes,” Hermione explained for the fifth time that morning.

“He doesn’t need clothes new clothes, do you, Harry?” Ron asked his friend, who sat on the other side of him.

“I didn’t until Draco burned all of mine,” Harry answered, still disbelieving the blond had set flame to his clothing.

He shrugged. “And Draco says it’s the only way he’ll get on the plane tomorrow”

“Hermione, why don’t you go with Malfoy and I will go with Harry?” Ron proposed with a hopeful look in her direction.

“I don’t think so, Weasley. Like I’d trust you two to bring back anything worthwhile, and, at any rate, I’ve seen them all. Granger, make sure you take your time. You’ll want to take it all in,” Draco suggested, joining them in the bedroom.

“Thank you, Draco. We’ll do that.” She smiled and Draco smirked when Ron glared at him.

The blond put on the coat he wore the day before, causing folded papers to fall out onto the floor. He glanced at the documents and an addressed envelope all ready for delivery and just shucked it into the rubbish bin.

“You’re not going to consider it?” Harry asked as Draco didn’t bother to read the documents.

“Consider what?” Hermione asked curiously.

“This lady at his job was offering to extend his contract with her,” Harry told her, turning back before for Draco’s answer.

“I’m not sure I’ll want to come back to this when I can. It’s not like I need to anymore,” Draco answered, shrugging.

“If you like it, Draco, I think you should. Rob showed me your portfolio and you had some great shots,” Hermione encouraged.

“Maybe,” Draco replied vaguely. “Let’s go, Harry.” He waved goodbye to the other couple and waited for Harry to join him outside.

“This won’t take too long will it, Draco?” Harry asked hopefully.

The blond lifted an eyebrow but otherwise declined to answer.

X x x X x x X

This is punishment, Harry thought hours later when he was lugging packages in his arms and walking slightly behind Draco. The man was a menace; he didn’t think he would ever wear half of the things they had bought.

Draco had walked into the stores purposely and immediately began asking the assistant to fetch him specific sizes and colours, which they did most enthusiastically. Harry was seeing labels and names he had never heard before in his life. What made it all worse was that there was someone following them, not bothering to attempt to conceal himself and Harry could just make out the camera peeking from his coat.

It wasn’t long before the photographer was in his face and calling out to them.

“Malfoy, is that your lover?”

“Is that why all those fancy designers are trying to get you into their pants? Because they want to get into yours?” the disgusting man spat out.

Harry felt anger rise in him, indignant that this man would insult Draco like that. He was about to drop the bags on the floor and launch himself at the man when Draco suddenly shoved him against the wall, pressed his body chest to groin with his and proceeded to dominate his mouth.

Harry was vaguely aware of the sounds of the camera flashing and scandalised gasps. Draco gave one last nibble to the bottom of Harry’s soft lip and moved away a little.

“Pick up the bags, Potter, and let’s go back to the hotel.” He pressed his groin against Harry’s thigh, leaving little doubt as to what he wanted.

Harry shouldered past the satisfied looking photographer and followed Draco to find a taxi. They were oblivious to anything but than each other, exiting the cab in a flurry of movement and walking quickly to the lifts.

They were barely through the door when Draco was already pinning him against it and tugging his shirt out of his trousers. Harry let him lead until all the built up frustration from those long months alone got the better of him.

He leaned down to touch the back of Draco’s thighs, pulling a bit until the other man got the hint and lifted his legs to wrap them around his waist. Fondling with the blond’s shirt and belt buckle, Harry manoeuvred his way into the bedroom and shut the door.


X x x X x x X


The back of the building was cast in shadows, mostly attributed to the surrounding structures that blocked out the mid-afternoon sun. Manoeuvring stealthily alongside the side of the building, he remained shrouded in darkness at all times. Turning a corner sharply, he joined the other people that were gathered in the enclosed space.

There was constant movement, rustling of plastic and full of conversation. The uniformed workers didn’t seem too concerned at the newest addition to their crew but kept taking rubbish off the carts and throwing them into the appropriate large containers.

The man moved forward towards one employee and began speaking in hushed tones. He extended a thread bare sleeve, holding something that could not be seen. When he moved away from the maid, their exchange seemed to have been fruitful for the man because the woman was smiling and ready to assist him.


She pointed to the side where there were four bags gathered and as he went to pick one up, she shook her head and indicated the bag beside it. He grabbed the rubbish bag with as much reverence as one would hold a bag of treasure and sprinted away from the scene, leaving the other employees to watch him go with quizzical expression on their faces.


He ran from the alleyway, quickly crossed the street, ignoring the squeal of brakes and epithets thrown at him by angry motorists and blaring car horns and kept moving. He ran for a couple of minutes until he slipped into another dark alleyway. Sitting down, he eagerly ripped open the black plastic bag, unearthing its contents with the fervour of a child on Christmas morning. Curled forward, he made quite a picture; it was for the better that no one could see him.

Out spilled all kinds of normal rubbish one would expect in a garbage bag, pieces of paper and tags ripped from new clothing, banana peels, cans of tuna, and yogurt cups. The man seemed to grow frustrated as he swept aside the trash with his bare hands, and then suddenly clutched something to his chest and his back straightened. He let out a mad, haunting laugh.


Harry woke with that laughter ringing in his ears. Draco was still sleeping, so he was sure to move quietly out of the bed to relieve himself. There was something so familiar about that vision; certainly, he didn’t know anyone that would rummage through rubbish, much less someone else’s. And it was with that thought that the recollection of a pineapple and tuna sandwich came into mind and Harry realised that the garbage the stranger had been searching was his own.

“Bugger!” he cursed. He had moved so quickly away from the sink he had stubbed his toe on the bottom. He hobbled out of the bathroom, shaking his hands to dry them and sitting next to Draco on the bed.

“Draco?” he called, shaking the other man softly at first then with more pressure as his anxiety grew.

“What?” Draco groaned, opening his eyes mere slits to identify his tormentor.

“I had a vision, Draco. Someone stole our garbage and he was looking through it!”

“Harry, I am going to kill you,” Draco muttered. “I’m tired. Let me sleep”

“But Draco--”

“Harry, if someone wants to search through our rubbish, let them search. It’s probably because I was so impulsive and kissed you yesterday. He was looking for all sorts of scandalous things to show the world,” Draco mumbled, turning over on his other side and curled up deeper in the sheets.

He figured that Draco was right. He knew more about these things, having been in the Muggle spot light. Harry just couldn’t comprehend why someone would go to such lengths just to get information about somebody. He was tempted to return to bed but was interrupted by a familiar tapping on one of the windows.

He spied Hedwig through the glass and hurried to let her in.

“Hello, girl,” he greeted the snowy white owl, smoothing back her ruffled feathers.

Harry grabbed the rolled up parchment she held and was relieved to see the Hogwarts seal on the outside.

Stealing one of the crackers that Draco kept on his night table, he gave it to Hedwig to eat and conjured a bowl for her to drink from. Once she was settled, he sat back against the armchair and unfolded his long awaited response.



Glad to see you’ve rejoined us Mr Potter. I would be happy to see Draco for a check up when you return to England. Just inform me when you will be coming and pending no emergencies from students (although no one comes to see me as frequently as you did), I shall be available.

In response to your question, travelling by Muggle airplane is fine but using the Floo is fine as well.


Poppy Pomfrey, Registered Mediwitch
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

P.S. Mr Potter all new parents are nervous at first.


Harry closed the note, reassured that all seemed well for their departure tomorrow and that they were ready to go home.


X x x X x x X


Draco exhaled a puff of air onto the small window of the airplane and had to refrain himself from tracing words in the cloud of moisture he’d made.

But who could blame him?

Ten hours on a bloody flight, he was bound to start getting irritated. At least the seating was comfortable since Harry had enough sense to purchase first class tickets.

The brunet had no problems getting some rest, having fallen asleep in his seat, head thrown back against the headrest, his new earphones dangling around his neck. The in-flight movie they’d chosen was half-way through on the small screen in front of him. Draco was tempted to pinch him in retribution for being able to fall asleep when he himself couldn’t.

He didn’t, though. It seemed the anxiety of becoming a parent was starting to set in for Harry and their unauthorised garbage collector seemed to have made him tenser. Harry insisted on going on a Muggle airplane but Draco put his foot down when Harry suggested they go directly to Madame Pomfrey upon arriving. He was already tired and wanted to have time to properly settle in, and he already made earlier arrangements and had an appointment for a week later.

“You’ve turned into such a worry wart,” he mused, smoothing Harry’s messy fringe, trying to arrange the locks into more of an order but gave up soon enough.

“I hope this baby doesn’t inherit your hair, Potter,” he murmured and lay back in his own seat, closing his eyes in an attempt to get some rest himself.


X x x X x x X


He saw Draco curled up on his side on the floor, cradling the large mound of his belly protectively. It was dark and the vision of Draco would flee his mind, followed too quickly by the sight of his own bloody hands; Snape’s sneering face was made frightening, not by the anger reflected in it, but the pain and fear that he was trying to hide. All the images were accompanied by Draco’s pain filled cries.

Harry’s breathing lost the peaceful rhythm of sleep and began to accelerate as if he had been running. Stuck between his vision and consciousness, his magic began to fluctuate in response to his mental unrest and it began to affect the area around him.

The lights began to flicker overhead, the films on the screens were replaced by grey static, and the pilot attempted to speak to them but the loud speaker cut off as he tried.

In the midst of the chaos, Draco snapped out of his light doze, taking in all the malfunctioning equipment and the more unusual the feel of raw magic. His eyes flew to Harry, where he found the other man still asleep, but there was flickering behind his eyelids and his mouth was twisted in displeasure. It seemed that Harry was the one making it happen. Something had upset him and his magic was lashing out.

Draco grabbed a hold of his shoulders and shook him but Harry would not wake. Finally, he took out his wand and cast “Enervate!”

Pools of cloudy emerald were visible beneath his sooty lashes. As Harry became more aware of his surroundings, the lights began to still, the screens came back on and Draco could make out the pilot assuring the passengers that everything was fine.

“Harry, what do you think you’re doing? You nearly sent us to our deaths!” Draco stressed, the reality of it starting to set in for him. Sure, in the worst case they could have Apparated from there, but what about the baby? Draco didn’t want to take any chances with its life.

And certainly Harry or the other Gryffindors would not have left the other passengers to get hurt; they would probably had side-Apparated them to safety as well, breaking countless laws in the process.
“Ok, calm down. Every thing’s fine,” he said to himself, trying to calm down. Harry, on the other hand, made had no response to Draco’s question.

“Harry!” Draco cried out, concerned, gasping when Harry threw himself across the seat as much as he could and took him in his arms.

“Harry, look at me,” he whispered urgently, trying to get him to rise so he could look him in the eye.

But Harry didn’t budge and he barely heard him whisper “I can’t lose you! I can’t lose either of you!”

“Oh hell, Harry!” His heart clenched in his throat. Harry’s feeling of abandonment never ceased and it was painful to realise the fear still lived so close to the surface.

Draco lifted the arm rest and cupped the back of the Harry’s head, urging him to stretch across the seat and lay his head on his lap. Harry turned his head to face him and he pressed his face into Draco’s slightly rounded belly.

“Fine, Potter, you win. We’ll go see Pomfrey when we arrive,” Draco said softly.

“No need for the dramatics. Look, you scared all the Muggles,” he added in a less serious tone.

Indeed, all the other passengers seemed frazzled and Draco could see Hermione murmuring reassuring things to those around her while throwing questioning looks in his direction.

“Everything okay?” she mouthed to him and as he ran his hand across Harry’s slightly trembling shoulders.

All he could do was nod.