Divorce, disaster and denial

I am so so very sorry. I put the fan fiction to one side while I concentrated on my essay. I handed it in 4 days ago, and I have only just figured out what to put in this chapter.

I beg forgiveness from all of my readers. *gets down on knees*

I just want to say a huuuuuuge thank you for all the well wishing for my Nan and the good luck for my essay. It meant a lot to me. You all mean a lot to me. My Nan is doing much better. She is still a bit shaky and can’t really be by herself, but she got the all clear from the doctor. So all is well.

Now, a question was asked by kiwigirl about the glow. I wanted to give Lucius and Harry a green glow because it is them bonding completely after such a long wait. Andie and George didn’t get one and neither did Draco and Percy because they didn’t wait 6 months to sleep together.

Now, on with the story. Well, last chapter you got smut of the Lucius and Harry kind.

This chapter is going to be a little different. This chapter is going to be in three parts, all points of view of a character. I am doing them in the voice of Lucius, George and Draco, all the dominants.

We are now in June. This chapter takes place the morning of the day the boys come home from Hogwarts for the summer. Our characters are lying in bed.

Enjoy!!

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DRACO

I watch him lying there and find him fascinating. The way he sleeps on his front, clinging to my chest. The way he mumbles in his sleep. The way his hand seeks mine, even in sleep. I know he wonders how I can want him, desire him, and every time he says something along those lines I want to tell him he’s crazy.

He’s my world.

How could I not want him? I know there are those rumours. I’m going soft, I’m loosing my touch. And then there are the snide comments about my love. That he’s completely wrong for me, a snivelling little blood traitor who deserves to be in Azkaban.

Oh yes, people have even said that to his face. He cried for a week over that one. And it broke my heart.

I love him. I love everything about him. I love the good: the way he makes me laugh, the way he sticks out his tongue when he’s concentrating, the way he kisses and touches, so reverent. And I even love the bad: the way he can be so damn serious all the bloody time. The way he complains about my long bathroom time. The way he leaves his tea bags all over the kitchen. Ah, that one is a gem though. It manages to drive Andie absolutely bezerk, so I guess it can be considered a good thing.

He moans in his sleep and rolls onto his back, arms above his head. So sure that I will protect him. I adore that. That he knows he means everything to me.

I sigh and let my eyes and hands free reign. Dear Merlin, I love that body. After sixteen years, I still love to touch him. Well, almost as much as fucking him into the mattress.

Smooth, soft skin. Almost blonde body hair. Firm chest. And yes, our little miracle. The tiny, almost not there bump low down on his abdomen. I can only see it because he’s stretched out like a cat. Only three months along and it seems he might be carrying twins.

I lay my hand gently on top of the bump and his hand comes down to rest atop mine. I curl myself around him, those strong arms surrounding me, my hand still on his stomach.

I can lay here for a little longer before we have to get up and get ready for the boys.

Life can’t get any better than this.

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GEORGE

We lay here, feeling our child move beneath our hands. I’m still amazed by it. Andie is two days overdue, but Anthony Jenkins says it’s nothing to be worried about. He says the babe will come when it’s ready. Andie looked ready to throttle him when he said that.

Actually, she’s handled pregnancy really well, according to Lucius and Draco. The morning sickness lasted until her fifth month, and she joked that it was called mourning sickness, because you were mourning the loss of your freedom.

She has had minimal pain, only backache when she stands too long. And as for the mood swings. Well, either she keeps them in check or they skipped her, because we all got by unscathed. All except Percy.

Poor fucker.

He made the mistake of leaving his tea bags all over the kitchen. We all though she was going to skin him alive and then she burst into tears. Apart from that little outburst, she’s managed to handle it amazingly well.

Our child kicks me again and I can’t stop smiling. Our child. I look at that bump and think to myself, that’s ours, we did that. We’ve decided to wait until it’s born to know the sex of it.

Only problem is the people who won’t get to see me be a father, see Percy handle ‘motherhood’. Ginny. Mind you, she didn’t do too well with her own children. Charlie. He brought this on himself.

But the one person I want to see this is Fred. I dream about him.

In my dreams I see all the things he never got to do. I see him married, having his own children, feeling the way I do. He would have made a great father. In my best dream, the one I love most of all and makes me look forward to bedtimes, he is laying there with me and Andie in the gardens, the two of us making jokes and Andie letting him feel his niece or nephew kick.

I can imagine how much fun he would have had letting our child play with the Pygmy Puffs in the shop, or teaching him or her to play pranks. The two of us, teaching my child to give Hogwarts as good as we did.

My brother, the amazing wonder Uncle.

I must have had that look on my face again, that one that told Andie what I was thinking about, because she lifted my head so I was looking straight into those green eyes. I love those eyes. I love the flecks of silver in those green depths. I call her Ocean in private. Those eyes are so deep I could loose myself in them and never come back. Lost at sea.

“I know what you’re doing. You’re wishing Fred was here. And there’s nothing wrong with it,” she said to me. I love my wife. I love her more than life itself. I would take on Voldemort single handed if it meant I got to kiss her just once.

I smirked at her and kissed her, savouring it. She tastes of lemon and something else, something hot and smoky and dangerous. It must just be her.

We pull back and just lay there, feeling our child move. I lay my head on her bump and let our child move against the side of my face.

“When the baby is born, I was thinking, why don’t we call it Fred?”

I look up at her. “What if it’s a girl?” I say, hardly daring to imagine it.

“Fredrica. It means peace keeper.”

I smiled and knew that my brother was here. My wife had just made it happen.

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LUCIUS

Dear sweet fucking Merlin.

The joys of being married to a man half your age is that he has amazing stamina. Currently, I am on my back with my mate riding me, my cock enveloped in that tight heat.

Merlin he is beautiful. He leans back against my bent legs and grabs my thighs. His head is thrown back and he is gasping, fighting for some form of composure. Not. A. Chance.

Just as he seems to calm, I thrust again and he looses control. I love it. I love him and all his gasps and breathy moans.

My hands grip his hips and I feel the overheated smooth flesh beneath my hands. The way he moves. I help him with a rhythm. His balance is off.

As well it should be at six months pregnant.

Surprised? I’m not. Apparently, he conceived on our wedding night. No shock there. We fucked like rabbits for hours.

Just like now.

And I can tell you, he was well worth the wait. He is amazing, this man of mine. Not a boy any longer, he is a man. My man, my love, my light, my life.

I feel him clench around me and look up to see him looking down at me with a satisfied kind of smile, those emeralds focussed solely on me. And sweet Merlin, I can’t breathe properly.

He’s close. I can feel it in the way he’s suddenly leaned forward and he’s clawing at my chest, leaving bright red trails on my pale skin. His hands suddenly grab my hair and force me up, crashing his mouth down on mine. He screams into my mouth, his hands tightening in my hair.

In fact, all of him is tightening and I feel myself pulled into his orgasm, loosing myself in the sweet bliss of my husband.

By the time I regained any semblance of sanity again the sun had fully risen and was blinding me. I turned my head and beheld Harry as he got out of the bed and padded to the bathroom. I herd the water running and him singing in the shower.

Singing in the shower.

I could listen to him for hours.

And just think, when our twins get here, he’ll be singing to them.

Twins. Yes, twins. That part was a shock. Harry’s finally getting used to the idea of giving birth to two of them at once.

I lay there reminiscing and letting my mind wander until I felt a wet something on my still naked body.

I’m hard again, and so is he.

Did I mention that Harry’s particular craving at the moment is me?

I love life.

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So, what did you all think? I thought I would have an original filler chapter. And I think that this works.

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The chapter title comes from ‘the pitter patter of tiny feet’ as in babies. I thought it was appropriate.

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