A New Beginning

DISCLAIMER: JKR created them; Scholastic published them; but I let them LIVE!

TITLE: A New Beginning Chapter 2

RATED: NC-17 (but not quite yet)

WORDS: 2403

WARNINGS: Nothing yet, except this chapter is basically fluff ... only this time with a little smut at the end. This is my first attempt at a fanfic, and I hope it's okay. Let me know what you think. Does it suck? Should I stop? Continue? I really don't know what I'm doing here ... but I would like to do this. Also, this is not beta'd ... if anyone is up for some beta work, let me know.

THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED THE FIRST CHAPTER ... YOUR KIND WORDS MEANT A LOT!!!

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3 YEARS LATER

The cold air bit at the button nose of the three-year-old boy who was standing in the snow, waiting for his fathers to catch up with him. Even though the toddler found it somewhat difficult to move because of the multiple layers of clothing that were wrapped snuggly around his small body, he still managed to make it further through the field than either of his parents.

Actually, in all of his winter weather wear, he resembled something muggles called a “stay-puff marshmallow man” — at least that’s what he heard his daddy saying earlier. His arms couldn’t come to rest all the way down along his sides because of his sweater, jacket and winter coat. His legs couldn’t attain their full range of mobility because of the two pairs of pants he wore – not to mention the unnaturally tall snow boots that came almost to the small boy’s knees. The lower part of his face was covered with a green, woolen scarf, and his short, blond hair was covered by a similar looking stocking cap. The only distinguishing feature that could be seen was the boy’s piercing green eyes.

He waited impatiently for his fathers to catch up. He had found the perfect Christmas tree.

His ears perked up when he heard his fathers off in the distance. He ran — well, as best as he could in his condition —out into a clearing just in time to see his daddy smack away one of his father’s wandering hands.

“Draco, I said not now,” Harry said as he pulled his husband’s arm away from his waist. “We’re out in the open and Rigel is here. He could see you.”

Draco smirked as he leaned down and whispered something into Harry’s ear that caused him to blush furiously.

Rigel didn’t know what his parents were doing, but he didn’t really care. He just wanted them to come see the tree he had picked out for their living room.

“Daddy! Poppa! Over here!” he said waiving his arms frantically.

Harry finally escaped his husbands grasp and jogged to where Rigel was standing. He kneeled down and smiled at the eyes that were so much like his own. “What did you find, my little marshmallow?”

Rigel just rolled his eyes at his daddy’s new nickname for him. “Daddy, don’t call me that,” he sighed exasperatedly.

“Why, honey? You look so cute, and just like a marshmallow,” Harry said just before giving his son a kiss on the cheek.

“Daddy!” Rigel exclaimed as he wiped he cheek clean of his daddy’s kiss.

Just then, Draco came to stand beside a kneeling Harry and ruffled his son’s cap-covered hair. “Hey, little man. What did you find?”

Rigel turned his wide eyes up to look at his poppa, and if they could have seen his mouth, his parents would have seen the beautiful smile that graced his 3-year-old face.

“I found the best Christmas tree ever, daddy,” Rigel said as he grabbed a hold of Harry’s arm. He looked up to his poppa’s hand and began tugging both of his parents toward the area he had been standing in just a few minutes before.

Harry got up quickly and followed his husband and son into a slightly wooded area. He watched as his son dodged a few douglas firs, but his attention was brought to his husband as Draco reached and grabbed Harry’s hand. Harry smiled, then leaned over to give Draco a peck on the cheek before looking back after his son.

The sight he was met with made him almost double over in laughter. His son was standing right next to a tree that was about as tall as he was, which is to say, not very, and whose branch cover was sporadic at best.

“This is the one I want, poppa.” Rigel said proudly.

“What the –” Draco began before he was stopped by Harry covering his mouth quickly. He gave his husband a harsh glare, to which Harry only responded with a lop-sided smile and a shrug of his shoulders.

“Are you sure that’s the one you want, honey?” Harry asked, trying to placate his son while at the same time trying to get him to change his mind.

“Yes, daddy,” Rigel said as he looked upon the tree he had picked out with admiration.

“What do you mean that’s the one you want? You can’t possibly –” Draco began again before he was stopped by a stern glare from Harry.

“Draco, if this is the tree that he wants then we won’t be leaving here until he has it,” Harry said as he reached up to smooth back his husband’s hair that had been ruffled as Draco tried to comprehend why his son — a Malfoy — would want such a hideous looking Christmas tree. “He’s just as stubborn as you are,” Harry added with a smile.

Draco looked over to where his son was still surveying the quality of the tree. He sighed deeply and wrapped his arms around Harry. “Well, he is a Malfoy, so there has to be some redeeming quality in the tree.”

Harry snuggled into his husband’s embrace as he too looked over at his son. He then burst into a fit of giggles.

“What’s so funny?” Draco asked.

“It reminds me of a Charlie Brown Christmas,” Harry replied. “The tree is just so … pathetic.”

“Yes, well, it’s what he wants,” Draco sighed as he disentangled himself from his husband. “I’d better go cut it down, then.”

Draco walked over to the offensive tree that threatened to become the centerpiece of his living room for the next four weeks. He tried his best not to scowl, but was sure that there was at least a grimace that snuck out.

He squatted next to his son, looking at the tree, trying to see what his son saw in the gangly thing.

“Are you sure you want this one?” Draco asked.

“Yes, poppa. Why do you and daddy keep asking me that?” Rigel asked, looking at his father, curiosity clearly written across what could be seen of his face.

“I just wanted to make sure,” Draco said as he reached into his pocket for his wand. He bent over to push some of the brush aside so that he could cut the tree down when he felt a cold thump against his rear end. He moved quickly in surprise and saw his son giggling off to the side, then he turned and saw his husband standing where he had left him with a smirk across his face.

“Oh, you’re going to pay for that, Potter.” Draco said as he gathered some snow in his hand.

“Potter, eh? I haven’t been called that in about … oh, five years.” Harry said.

Draco stood up with the newly made snowball in his hand and began stalking over to his still-smirking husband. He raised an eyebrow when Harry made no move to escape. Harry just continued to smirk.

“You have a lot of nerve throwing that snowball at me when I’m trying to cut down that thing our son thinks is a tree,” Draco said softly as he reached Harry.

“I’ll make it up to you later,” Harry said as he grabbed a hold of Draco’s shoulders and stood on his toes to place a soft kiss on his nose.

“Well, that was a given,” Draco began as he reached around behind Harry. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t start with the making up now.”

Before Harry knew it, his lips were being crushed against his husbands. His arms instinctively went around Draco’s neck. Harry enjoyed the kiss for several seconds before his eyes went wide at the cold feeling that was currently running down the back of his pants.

“AHH! Oh my – what were you – oh my gosh,” Harry exclaimed as he pulled away from Draco and began swatting at his behind, trying to get snow his sneaky husband had just slipped in his pants.

Once the snow either melted or slid down the leg of his pants, Harry turned to glare at his laughing husband. “You are an evil man, Draco Malfoy.”

“And yet you still love me.”

Before he realized what he was doing, Harry began to charge his still laughing lover to the ground. Wide, gray eyes stared up at Harry as he straddled Draco’s lap. An evil glint entered Harry’s usually loving, jade eyes and he leaned over Draco’s body to begin a sensual kiss.

Draco nearly forgot where they were when he felt Harry’s crotch begin to grind against his. He cupped Harry’s bum with both hands and was about to flip them over when he felt another cold thud against his body. He broke the kiss with his husband to find his son, still standing over by the Christmas tree he had picked out. He was glaring at his fathers and had his hands on his hips.

“Poppa,” Rigel huffed. “Are you going to cut down the tree or not?”

Harry buried his head in Draco’s chest and just chuckled. “You better go cut it down before he throws one of those patented Malfoy temper tantrums.”


Later that evening found Draco sitting in bed reading while he waited for Harry to get out of the shower. After cutting down what Harry had deemed the “Charlie Brown Christmas Tree,” the family made their way home where Harry helped Rigel decorate the living room.

Not so surprisingly, it didn’t take too long to decorate the tree because of its short stature and low branch count. After the decorating was done, Draco had every intention of making Harry apologize for the stunt he pulled out in the field earlier — really pay — but Rigel wanted to watch a muggle Christmas movie. One thing led to another and it was now time for bed and Draco had still not been properly apologized to.

He sighed as he put the book in his lap and placed his reading glasses on the nightstand. Who would have ever thought that someone as perfect as a Malfoy would ever need to have something as common as reading glasses? He didn’t like them, but Harry said they made him look sexy, so he kept them.

Draco was about to roll over and lie down, when the door to the master bathroom opened and Harry, clad only in a red, silk bathrobe walked into the bedroom. Draco’s mouth practically fell open.

Harry blushed when he looked up to find his husband practically panting like a dog in heat while looking at him.

“Don’t look at me like that; this was the only one left in the closet.”

Draco couldn’t believe how his husband was still so modest after all the things they had done together, and the way he acted during their, ahem, activities — but that could probably be chalked up to the heat of the moment. That and how his husband could ever be ashamed of a body like his, Draco could not figure out.

After the pregnancy, Harry lost the weight, but never really got back into his quidditch shape from back in school. Of course, he was still lean; there was no way he couldn’t be. He was Harry. But instead of having rippling pectorals and washboard abs, he settled for a lightly muscled upper torso and a smooth, flat tummy.

Draco couldn’t get enough of it.

“Do you have any idea just how beautiful you are?” Draco asked as he got out of their bed and began walking over to his husband.

He stopped right in front of Harry and placed his hands on silk-covered shoulders. Harry looked up with a slight blush across his cheeks and a slight smile gracing his lips.

“I have to have you,” Draco whispered. He then grasped the material covering Harry’s shoulders and began pulling gently until the robe began to slip from his body, ultimately pooling around his legs.

A small gasp escaped Draco’s mouth when the full view of his husband’s nakedness met his eyes.

“So beautiful.” Draco didn’t even know if he actually said it, but by the deeper blush on Harry’s cheeks, and the fact that he buried his face in Draco’s chest, he could only assume that he had.

Draco grasped Harry’s bum and lifted, Harry’s legs automatically going around his waist for support. He placed a kiss on the top of Harry’s head and began walking over to the bed.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Draco coaxed Harry’s head out of his chest and began ravaging the mouth of his love. During the passionate snog, Draco’s hands ran up and down Harry’s back, going as high as his shoulders only to go back all the way down to tease the crack of Harry’s bum.

Harry moaned and pressed their bodies together, grinding his naked body into the hardening flesh of his husband, which was only covered by a thin layer of silk.

“God, Draco … do you know what you do to me?” Harry gasped as Draco began to attack his neck.

“Mmm, you do the same to me, love,” Draco murmured before taking a nip of the flesh right behind Harry’s ear.

After a bit more snogging, Draco had Harry beneath him on the bed. Both men were completely naked, and Draco was ready to enter his squirming husband.

Harry’s eyes were closed, waiting for his husband to take the plunge and enter him, but instead Draco leaned over and whispered into his ear, “I want another one.”

Harry’s eyes snapped open. “What?”

“I said, I want another one,” Draco said, smirking at his husband’s confusion. “I want another child.”

“You do?” Harry asked, his eyes watering with unshed tears.

“How could I not?” Draco asked in return as he leaned down to kiss Harry gently on the lips. “Are you ready to try?”

“Well, the anti-contraceptive potion wears off at the end of the month,” Harry said thoughtfully. “I just won’t take another one.”

“So, you mean we couldn’t … you know, now?” Draco asked, looking somewhat crestfallen.

“Well, we couldn’t actually conceive, but that doesn’t mean we can’t practice all we want.” Harry whispered seductively as he thrust himself toward Draco’s still hard cock.

“Mmm … practice does make perfect, doesn’t it?” Draco grinned.

“You have no idea,” Harry said as he wrapped his arms around Draco’s neck, bringing him down for another long, loving kiss.

The two spent the rest of the night practicing for the big event, loving every minute of it.


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