Harry Potter and Another Malfoy
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Adult +
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Chapter 3
Pairings: main Harry/Scorpius, mentions of Harry/Draco and Harry/Ron
Additional Warnings: mentions of mpreg, totally screwed-up canon, epilogue, kids, jobs and relationships and mean!Ron (cause someone has to be); Spoilers.
Thank you very much for reading and commenting and liking my story! I hope you’ll like this chapter.
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The Christmas party was everything Albus Potter had hoped for and even more (Harry snorted at the idea of Draco Malfoy not showing off in his face) and he wouldn’t stop babbling about it until he was off to Hogwarts alongside Scorpius, who Harry decided was a nice enough kid when he didn’t try to imitate his father’s superior attitude and drawling voice. Despite numerous letters exchanged and visual evidence at hand, Harry still found it strange that his and Malfoy’s sons were such good friends and he could only marvel at how rapidly and strongly their friendship was growing. They seemed to be already making plans for their joint summer holidays, though Harry wasn’t sure that his immediate plans would accommodate their wishes. However, when he cautiously voiced his doubts as to the possibility of such a venture his announcement was met by an incredulous Draco Malfoy, who then proceeded to inform him that he and his wife would be taking the boys to France where the Malfoys had an estate. Harry discreetly rolled his eyes so as not to upset Al and Scorpius who were looking expectantly at him and decided to put off arguing the point for when it would become more of an issue.
Standing on the Platform and watching his son and his son’s friend grinning at each other as they no doubt were planning another after-curfew adventure, Harry had to hold back his laughter at how different the two of them were. They were as unlike in their looks as in their tempers and while watching Al bouncing back and forth on his feet was making Harry dizzy, the way Scorpius’s unwaveringly studious gaze followed his every move was confusing him, making him hot in the face and not a little self-conscious. Harry had to shake off that particular emotion and remind himself that Scorpius was a mere child, even if a Malfoy child and with inherently high standards. However, Harry soon discovered that his smile had a rather disarming effect on Scorpius and used it to his advantage whenever the boy’s gaze became too heavy on him.
Harry wondered what prompted such a vivid interest in his person on Scorpius behalf and came up with at least three reasons for it: a) Scorpius was sizing him up for an image of a man who defeated the Dark Lord and became a legend, making his way into many books and textbooks; in which case Harry knew he fell rather short off the mark, because the lifestyle of domesticity that he chose after this victorious event rather dimmed his glory in the eyes of general public and he was considered a big disappointment by many and certainly by himself; b) Scorpius’s interest could be on a more personal level and mainly concerned the image of Harry Potter that he got from his father (that made Harry cringe) as opposed to what Scorpius made of Harry himself; or c) and what Harry regarded as the most obvious choice when it concerned an eleven-year-old with a penchant for mischief was that he simply calculated how much trouble Harry would be on his and Al’s path to rule-breaking and its possible consequences.
But as there was no way of knowing Scorpius’s thoughts on the matter, Harry had to remind himself that it was beyond silly to base his low self-esteem on a child’s predisposition for observation of former heroes turned single dads. That’s why he gave another brilliant smile, completely missing Scorpius turning a curious shade of pink, and waved the boys good-bye as energetically as his hand would let him without actually falling off in the process.
When Hogwarts Express sped away, taking away his son again and leaving nothing behind but a sad trail of smoke, Harry sighed and turned to go back to his empty house when he was unexpectedly joined by Malfoy who proposed taking him there in the Ministry car that he had for the occasion of seeing his son off. Harry, who had until that point, believed that Malfoy played nice only in front of the kids, was once again surprised by his well-meaning attitude, which continued to manifest itself all through their ride (admittedly short) and during light dinner that they shared afterwards. It was the mark of how lonely Harry felt that he allowed himself to invite Malfoy in and actually enjoy the meal, while Malfoy was being his usual stuck-up self, droning on about Hogwarts failing standards, less and less pure blood wizards around, gloomy prospects for finding Scorpius a nice pure-blood wife and how much galleons he had to donate to various public institutions to scrub the dirt off the Malfoy name. Harry sincerely hoped that Scorpius would not turn up like his father.
Anyway, he tried to be an attentive host and when he could get a word in edgewise asked Malfoy about the whereabouts of his wife, who he had seen fleetingly at the Platform; he noted that she looked remarkably like Narcissa Malfoy but was so slight that she was barely seen amidst all the smoke and definitely did not make an appearance in the car. Perhaps, not surprisingly Malfoy didn’t elaborate on his wife’s absence, suggesting that it was none of Harry’s business, which confirmed Harry’s belief that the acquaintances they might be, but hardly anything else.
Still, it was not the last that he had seen of Malfoy on his property as the latter took it upon himself to come unannounced whenever he felt like it. Harry didn’t know what to think of it but allowed the visits to continue for his own selfish reasons. The unpredictable pattern of Mafoy’s visits distracted him from alternatively feeling ill and feeling miserable and with time Harry learnt to appreciate Malfoy’s manner for comic relief that it provided. He was as of yet unclear as to Malfoy’s reasons for coming, but supposed that it was something to do with the savage pleasure that seeing Harry down must have brought him. Then again, they had a mutual subject of their trouble-making sons to discuss and they often had a laugh or two at the letters they had been getting from their Head of House. But it seemed to go beyond that when Malfoy started genuinely caring about Harry’s deteriorating health, supplying him with all the necessary potions as well as professional help.
Sometimes, Harry had the distinct impression that Malfoy wanted to run his life for him and when the approximate day of Harry’s delivery arrived Malfoy was there by his side at St. Mungo’s. Harry wondered if the impulse to order him around and to tell him what to do stemmed from the fact that he missed his son and instead of talking about it like normal people would he substituted it by way of looking after Harry. At times Harry wondered if he was over-thinking the whole thing to come up with something like this, but he was scared out of his wits that his relationship with Malfoy was becoming way too confusing and his life too much entangled with his. Worse than that was the fact that Harry was becoming more and more dependent on Malfoy’s presence and assistance. At times it felt like there was no one but Malfoy in his life and at such times Harry was sure that he was going mad.
When summer came, Harry was too big and too tired to leave the bed for long stretches of time and it was decided, now with Harry’s full support of the idea, that Al would spend his summer holidays with Scorpius and his mother in France, while Malfoy would stay with Harry and arrange everything for the arrival of the baby. Harry’s condition throughout the pregnancy marginally improved due to timely administration of necessary potions that supported him as best as they could given his age and almost constant depression, but he remained mostly weak and to avoid any serious injury to both his health and that of his baby Harry was assigned to remain in St. Mungo’s before and after the birth, until he got better and could take full care of the newborn. Harry was worried that he had no money to pay for all the additional care and the top mediwizards that Malfoy enlisted to see him through and the thought was making him delirious.
When the actual day of the delivery came both Al and Scorpius were adamant that they would be present at St. Mungo’s. Albus couldn’t imagine that he wouldn’t be there to meet his little sister and Scorpius couldn’t imagine not being there while Albus was there; not to mention that it was one of the very few occasions that he would be able to see Mr. Potter. It was arranged for them to stay for a few days at Malfoy Manor so that they would accompany Mr. Malfoy to the hospital and then they would be sent back to France. When the long-awaited baby girl was born, Harry sighed with profound relief and swore never to have sex again. He was exhausted physically and emotionally and he could barely keep his eyes open long enough to have the first look at Allegra Potter. Then he saw no more in the whirl of barely identifiable voices and overtaking blackness and when he woke up again he was immediately surrounded by Al and assorted Malfoys and immediately demanded to have his newborn daughter in his arms. His wish was granted and Harry once again experienced that blissful state of happiness that eluded him for many years now.
Then Malfoy shooed the boys away under some pretext Harry didn’t care about due to his fascination with Allegra. However, he was soon called to attention when he felt Malfoy standing unmoving over him. It took some will power but when he could finally tear his eyes away from Allegra to glance at Malfoy, Harry was shocked to see a look of pure satisfaction on the other man’s face. It wasn’t a look of a proud parent but rather of a predator who had finally stalked its pray into a no-way-out situation. Harry’s smile faltered. Without the veil of pain and misery clouding his mind he could clearly see that Malfoy’s intentions were never genuine and that he was about to learn the price of Malfoy’s benevolence. Allegra sniffled in his arms and Harry shushed her with small barely heard sounds; his throat wouldn’t cooperate and what voice he had was hoarse and breakable. But he had to know, he had to make sure that he didn’t imagine that flicker in Malfoy’s eyes, Harry cleared his throat but kept his eyes firmly on Allegra’s tiny scrunched-up face:
‘I don’t know how and when I will be able to repay you, but I’ll try to think of something.’ he said softly but firmly.
‘I’m sure of it.’ replied Malfoy and before Harry could react Malfoy lifted his chin and met his lips with the kiss that sealed Harry’s fate for years to come.
TBC…
Additional Warnings: mentions of mpreg, totally screwed-up canon, epilogue, kids, jobs and relationships and mean!Ron (cause someone has to be); Spoilers.
Thank you very much for reading and commenting and liking my story! I hope you’ll like this chapter.
***
The Christmas party was everything Albus Potter had hoped for and even more (Harry snorted at the idea of Draco Malfoy not showing off in his face) and he wouldn’t stop babbling about it until he was off to Hogwarts alongside Scorpius, who Harry decided was a nice enough kid when he didn’t try to imitate his father’s superior attitude and drawling voice. Despite numerous letters exchanged and visual evidence at hand, Harry still found it strange that his and Malfoy’s sons were such good friends and he could only marvel at how rapidly and strongly their friendship was growing. They seemed to be already making plans for their joint summer holidays, though Harry wasn’t sure that his immediate plans would accommodate their wishes. However, when he cautiously voiced his doubts as to the possibility of such a venture his announcement was met by an incredulous Draco Malfoy, who then proceeded to inform him that he and his wife would be taking the boys to France where the Malfoys had an estate. Harry discreetly rolled his eyes so as not to upset Al and Scorpius who were looking expectantly at him and decided to put off arguing the point for when it would become more of an issue.
Standing on the Platform and watching his son and his son’s friend grinning at each other as they no doubt were planning another after-curfew adventure, Harry had to hold back his laughter at how different the two of them were. They were as unlike in their looks as in their tempers and while watching Al bouncing back and forth on his feet was making Harry dizzy, the way Scorpius’s unwaveringly studious gaze followed his every move was confusing him, making him hot in the face and not a little self-conscious. Harry had to shake off that particular emotion and remind himself that Scorpius was a mere child, even if a Malfoy child and with inherently high standards. However, Harry soon discovered that his smile had a rather disarming effect on Scorpius and used it to his advantage whenever the boy’s gaze became too heavy on him.
Harry wondered what prompted such a vivid interest in his person on Scorpius behalf and came up with at least three reasons for it: a) Scorpius was sizing him up for an image of a man who defeated the Dark Lord and became a legend, making his way into many books and textbooks; in which case Harry knew he fell rather short off the mark, because the lifestyle of domesticity that he chose after this victorious event rather dimmed his glory in the eyes of general public and he was considered a big disappointment by many and certainly by himself; b) Scorpius’s interest could be on a more personal level and mainly concerned the image of Harry Potter that he got from his father (that made Harry cringe) as opposed to what Scorpius made of Harry himself; or c) and what Harry regarded as the most obvious choice when it concerned an eleven-year-old with a penchant for mischief was that he simply calculated how much trouble Harry would be on his and Al’s path to rule-breaking and its possible consequences.
But as there was no way of knowing Scorpius’s thoughts on the matter, Harry had to remind himself that it was beyond silly to base his low self-esteem on a child’s predisposition for observation of former heroes turned single dads. That’s why he gave another brilliant smile, completely missing Scorpius turning a curious shade of pink, and waved the boys good-bye as energetically as his hand would let him without actually falling off in the process.
When Hogwarts Express sped away, taking away his son again and leaving nothing behind but a sad trail of smoke, Harry sighed and turned to go back to his empty house when he was unexpectedly joined by Malfoy who proposed taking him there in the Ministry car that he had for the occasion of seeing his son off. Harry, who had until that point, believed that Malfoy played nice only in front of the kids, was once again surprised by his well-meaning attitude, which continued to manifest itself all through their ride (admittedly short) and during light dinner that they shared afterwards. It was the mark of how lonely Harry felt that he allowed himself to invite Malfoy in and actually enjoy the meal, while Malfoy was being his usual stuck-up self, droning on about Hogwarts failing standards, less and less pure blood wizards around, gloomy prospects for finding Scorpius a nice pure-blood wife and how much galleons he had to donate to various public institutions to scrub the dirt off the Malfoy name. Harry sincerely hoped that Scorpius would not turn up like his father.
Anyway, he tried to be an attentive host and when he could get a word in edgewise asked Malfoy about the whereabouts of his wife, who he had seen fleetingly at the Platform; he noted that she looked remarkably like Narcissa Malfoy but was so slight that she was barely seen amidst all the smoke and definitely did not make an appearance in the car. Perhaps, not surprisingly Malfoy didn’t elaborate on his wife’s absence, suggesting that it was none of Harry’s business, which confirmed Harry’s belief that the acquaintances they might be, but hardly anything else.
Still, it was not the last that he had seen of Malfoy on his property as the latter took it upon himself to come unannounced whenever he felt like it. Harry didn’t know what to think of it but allowed the visits to continue for his own selfish reasons. The unpredictable pattern of Mafoy’s visits distracted him from alternatively feeling ill and feeling miserable and with time Harry learnt to appreciate Malfoy’s manner for comic relief that it provided. He was as of yet unclear as to Malfoy’s reasons for coming, but supposed that it was something to do with the savage pleasure that seeing Harry down must have brought him. Then again, they had a mutual subject of their trouble-making sons to discuss and they often had a laugh or two at the letters they had been getting from their Head of House. But it seemed to go beyond that when Malfoy started genuinely caring about Harry’s deteriorating health, supplying him with all the necessary potions as well as professional help.
Sometimes, Harry had the distinct impression that Malfoy wanted to run his life for him and when the approximate day of Harry’s delivery arrived Malfoy was there by his side at St. Mungo’s. Harry wondered if the impulse to order him around and to tell him what to do stemmed from the fact that he missed his son and instead of talking about it like normal people would he substituted it by way of looking after Harry. At times Harry wondered if he was over-thinking the whole thing to come up with something like this, but he was scared out of his wits that his relationship with Malfoy was becoming way too confusing and his life too much entangled with his. Worse than that was the fact that Harry was becoming more and more dependent on Malfoy’s presence and assistance. At times it felt like there was no one but Malfoy in his life and at such times Harry was sure that he was going mad.
When summer came, Harry was too big and too tired to leave the bed for long stretches of time and it was decided, now with Harry’s full support of the idea, that Al would spend his summer holidays with Scorpius and his mother in France, while Malfoy would stay with Harry and arrange everything for the arrival of the baby. Harry’s condition throughout the pregnancy marginally improved due to timely administration of necessary potions that supported him as best as they could given his age and almost constant depression, but he remained mostly weak and to avoid any serious injury to both his health and that of his baby Harry was assigned to remain in St. Mungo’s before and after the birth, until he got better and could take full care of the newborn. Harry was worried that he had no money to pay for all the additional care and the top mediwizards that Malfoy enlisted to see him through and the thought was making him delirious.
When the actual day of the delivery came both Al and Scorpius were adamant that they would be present at St. Mungo’s. Albus couldn’t imagine that he wouldn’t be there to meet his little sister and Scorpius couldn’t imagine not being there while Albus was there; not to mention that it was one of the very few occasions that he would be able to see Mr. Potter. It was arranged for them to stay for a few days at Malfoy Manor so that they would accompany Mr. Malfoy to the hospital and then they would be sent back to France. When the long-awaited baby girl was born, Harry sighed with profound relief and swore never to have sex again. He was exhausted physically and emotionally and he could barely keep his eyes open long enough to have the first look at Allegra Potter. Then he saw no more in the whirl of barely identifiable voices and overtaking blackness and when he woke up again he was immediately surrounded by Al and assorted Malfoys and immediately demanded to have his newborn daughter in his arms. His wish was granted and Harry once again experienced that blissful state of happiness that eluded him for many years now.
Then Malfoy shooed the boys away under some pretext Harry didn’t care about due to his fascination with Allegra. However, he was soon called to attention when he felt Malfoy standing unmoving over him. It took some will power but when he could finally tear his eyes away from Allegra to glance at Malfoy, Harry was shocked to see a look of pure satisfaction on the other man’s face. It wasn’t a look of a proud parent but rather of a predator who had finally stalked its pray into a no-way-out situation. Harry’s smile faltered. Without the veil of pain and misery clouding his mind he could clearly see that Malfoy’s intentions were never genuine and that he was about to learn the price of Malfoy’s benevolence. Allegra sniffled in his arms and Harry shushed her with small barely heard sounds; his throat wouldn’t cooperate and what voice he had was hoarse and breakable. But he had to know, he had to make sure that he didn’t imagine that flicker in Malfoy’s eyes, Harry cleared his throat but kept his eyes firmly on Allegra’s tiny scrunched-up face:
‘I don’t know how and when I will be able to repay you, but I’ll try to think of something.’ he said softly but firmly.
‘I’m sure of it.’ replied Malfoy and before Harry could react Malfoy lifted his chin and met his lips with the kiss that sealed Harry’s fate for years to come.
TBC…