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Won't Let You Fall
Chapter Number/Total: 38/43
Chapter Title: Won't Let You Fall
Words: 2266 Words
Harry was sitting back in a chair, his feet propped up on the low table in front of him. There was a book open, the spine of it resting on his stomach as he read. It was Hermione's book - a Muggle mystery, and it was actually quite good. It was the third in the series and Harry had already read the first two. Hermione had got him on it while he'd been bored and unable to move around much, and he was glad that she had.
Draco had spent the last several hours locked in his study, going over the latest building proposals, budgets, and Ministry paperwork. But he'd finally decided it was time to take a break. Hermione and Ron were at the Burrow, going over wedding plans with Mrs Weasley. Draco found his husband in the main sitting room, nose buried in a book and their child playing with small, very expensive marble statue of Salazaar Slytherin that he had somehow got down off the shelf where it was kept. Draco crossed his arms over his chest, leaning in the doorway and watching for a minute.
Harry turned the page. It was just getting to the good part. The policeman was going to turn the corner to find the killer with his dead sister's body in the next room. He just knew it.
"That statue is by Florent Wurple. It's near priceless, you know," Draco drawled.
Harry looked up. When had Draco come into the room? "I haven't got any statue...." He trailed off, catching sight of Valen. "Oh," he said, flushing at his absentmindedness.
Draco sighed and walked into the room, crouching beside the child who was happily chewing on Salazaar's head. The statue was making a face of disgust. He reached a hand out. "Give it over, Valen," he said.
Harry watched Valen and Draco, finding it slightly amusing that Draco was asking a baby to hand something over.
Valen continued to suck on the head of the statue and Draco reached out to try to pry it from the little boy's hands. Valen squealed and held tighter. "That is not Valen's toy," Draco told him sternly.
Harry watched their son's face scrunch up in anger, and he quite agreed that Draco should be stern with him in getting back the statue he wasn't supposed to play with, though it was Harry's fault that he had it in the first place.
"Valentine," Draco said an a more forceful tone. "Give me the statue." The infant stopped sucking on Salazaar's head and wore the expression he got when we was about to start screaming.
"Well, just take it from him," said Harry. "I don't think he's going to give it freely."
Draco frowned up at Harry. "And why don't you?" he snapped. "You were the one supposed to be watching him."
"Well, I'm sorry," Harry snapped back. He shut the book sharply and began trying to push himself out of the chair.
"Never mind," Draco retorted. Valen began to shriek - an ear splitting noise that Draco was surprised didn't shatter glass. "That is enough of that," he demanded, and reached to pull the statue from Valen's hands. He finally got the sticky marble from the baby and stood up, walking over and setting it on the mantle, hopefully out of reach of the child.
"Arse," Harry muttered under his breath, even though it was indeed his fault.
Valen was still screaming and Draco was tempted to cast a Silencing Charm to save himself a headache, which, by this point, was too late. Instead, he walked back to the child and picked him up.
Harry sighed, watching them. "Just give him here," he said, holding his arms out.
Draco was bouncing the crying baby up and down. He frowned and then sighed, walking over and handing the boy to his husband.
Harry held Valen against his chest, his belly in the way, and began making hushing noises and trying to soothe him with his magic. He had stopped feeding him every time he cried, trying to get him to switch completely to solid foods.
Valen stopped screaming, but was still crying and hiccuping. Draco shook his head and turned away, hands coming up to massage his temples.
Harry petted Valen's hair, rocking him. "You can't play with those things," he said quietly. "They're Daddy's, not Valen's. You have lots of your own toys to play with."
Draco sighed and strode over, sitting on the sofa near the chair and watching them.
After a few more minutes, Valen had settled down and Harry looked over at Draco. "I'm sorry," he frowned. "It was my fault that he got it."
Draco's lips turned up on one side. "Yes, but it was kind of funny," he said. "Chewing on Salazaar's head."
Harry smiled as well. "Yeah, I guess," he agreed, kissing Valen's hair and then putting him back down on the floor.
"I thought it had been out of his reach. I wonder how he got to it," Draco mused, watching the boy and then reaching to lay a hand on his husband's arm.
Harry shrugged, looking to the shelf where the statue now stood. "I don't know."
"I have had enough of the accounts for one day." Draco began rubbing his temples again. "What do you want to do?" he added.
"I don't know," Harry sighed. "And you have a headache. Do you want me to take care of it?"
Draco smiled wryly. "Sure," he answered, knowing the response his body would have to his lover's magic.
Harry snorted. "Well, come here then."
Draco slid forward, and went to his knees beside the chair, resting his head on his husband's belly.
Harry smiled, laying a hand to the side of Draco's head that wasn't on his stomach, performing a Healing Charm.
Draco moaned as the magic pulsed, his head immediately better and the rest of his body shivering pleasantly.
"Good now?" Harry asked, stroking blond hair.
"Very good," the blond purred, face still pressed to Harry's belly.
"Very good," Harry repeated, smiling again.
Valen crawled over to them, pulling himself up using both their legs. He had started doing this lately and it always made Draco smile. "Come to make up?" he asked his son, whose green eyes looked back at him with complete innocence.
Harry chuckled, watching the little face.
Draco reached to push blond hair off his son's face. "It's getting long," he said. "Maybe we should take him for a hair cut?"
"If he'll sit and let them do it," Harry said with a small laugh. "But, yeah, he probably should get it cut soon."
Draco huffed and sat back on his heels, then back up onto the sofa. Valen watched him and held a hand out to him. "Dadada," he said.
Harry stared at Valen and then looked to Draco, raising his eyebrows slightly. "Can you go to Daddy Draco, Valen?" he asked, sitting up more in the chair.
Draco grinned, leaning forward and holding out his hands to Valen. "Yes, Valen," he said. "Come to me."
Valen looked between the two men as if unsure of what he was supposed to do.
"Go on," Harry encouraged, nodding. He smiled excitedly up at Draco.
Valen seemed to take courage from this and then stepped to the edge of the chair, still holding Harry's trouser leg and looking at Draco.
Draco smiled warmly at his little boy. "You know you want to," he told him. "And I know you can."
Valen then slowly let go of Harry's trousers and swayed for a moment, seeming to consider whether or not to grab them again.
Harry gasped quietly, holding his hands out to catch Valen if he should need the help. "We won't let you fall," he said. "Go on."
Valen glanced again between them and then his little chin seemed to lift bravely and he moved. It was as much a teetering fall as walking, but he took two steps and fell into Draco's hands. The blond swooped his child up, grinning and praising him.
Harry beamed. "You did it!" he said happily, clapping his hands.
"Yes, our boy is fantastic!" Draco shouted, laughing and holding him up in the air so that Valen was laughing, too.
At that moment, the baby inside gave a kick, as if proving that she could do something too, and Harry began laughing as well.
***
Harry was petting Valen's hair, sitting on the couch with Draco, and watching their two best friends as if they were a tennis match. As of late, it had become quite an often-happening activity.
"I don't understand you," Hermione said heatedly to her soon-to-be husband. "I don't understand why you can't just pick."
Ron rolled his eyes, tearing them away from the broomstick magazine in his hands to look up at her again.
She waggled the three pieces of different coloured paper in front of his face.
"What?" Ron said, voice pained and whiny. "What, Hermione? What?"
"Pick a colour," she insisted. "We have to! We don't have forever to get everything ready, Ron!"
Ron flung the magazine onto the coffee table and snatched the papers from Hermione's hands, bringing them up to his eyes to stare at them in greatly exaggerated interest. "Two of them are the same damn colour!" he exclaimed after a few seconds.
"They are different shades of blue," Hermione countered, eyes narrowing.
Draco wasn't sure whether to duck for cover or watch the fireworks. When their two friends got going it could be quite a show. Personally, he could actually tell the difference in shades and paper quality. On the other hand, he didn't much care either and could sympathise with Ron on that point. Draco knew better than to express that view in front of Hermione, though.
"Fine," Ron huffed. "This one." He tugged one of the blue papers from the others and slapped it on the table.
"You picked that at random," Hermione accused.
"I choose that one," Ron said firmly.
"You didn't even choose it with any care!"
Ron slapped the other papers down as well. "That's what I've been trying to tell you!" he said. "I don't care. Why am I supposed to give a shit what colour we have at tables or whatever the bloody hell you're doing with these stupid pieces of paper?"
Hermione drew herself up indignantly; her eyes were slits now. "It is your wedding, too," she said. "I'm not supposed to be planning this entire thing by myself!"
"Any time I actually want to help, you take over!" Ron retorted.
Harry raised his eyebrows. He was glad his and Draco's wedding hadn't been nearly as much of a hassle.
Valen squealed loudly, jumping up and down in Harry's lap, though it was unclear as to whether he was upset or excited by the fight.
Draco looked curiously at his offspring and then looked once more at the two friends, letting his eyes unfocus enough to pay more attention to the magic than the words. Their magical signatures were certainly flickering. If it had been Harry and himself, they would probably have been shagging on the carpet by now.
"You only want to help," Hermione snapped, "when you know it will aggravate me! Any other time you're off doing whatever you please while I get all of the invitations situated, and send off to order all of the flowers, and decorations, and I still have to go with our mothers to get my dress and to pick out the other dresses and you don't know what kind of work all of that can be! What do you want to honestly help with? The cake!"
Ron's ears had turned red now. "I'm running for you all the time!" he cried. "I can't even get a second to bloody focus on anything! Nothing but which lace, which glass, which wine, which colour? I don't know!"
"Er, I would go with the lighter blue myself," Harry offered in an attempt to lighten them up.
Draco was wondering if he needed to suggest to Ron that shagging Hermione senseless was probably the better way to help relieve tension. The thought amused him, and he couldn't help but smirk, trying to pretend to read his book to cover it.
Harry glanced sideways at his husband, but their friends didn't seem to notice Draco's expression.
Hermione huffed at Harry's remark. "Sorry," she said, rolling her eyes and turning away from Ron quite pointedly.
Harry chuckled. "I've been used to it for quite some time now," he said. "And I really would pick the lighter blue."
Ron let himself sink into the couch cushions. "Go with that one then," he said to Hermione.
She shook her head, stony expression in place.
"Hermione," Draco said softly, and waited until she looked at him. "Ron is who he is and he loves you. Pick the colours that work for you and let him run the errands. He will back you and that's what's important."
"You know," said Ron to Draco, "I like you more and more."
Hermione rolled her eyes yet again, but did seem to be settling. "You just frustrate me," she said to the redhead.
"I know," Ron answered. "But I love you." He smiled innocently and batted his eyes.
She balled up one of the paper samples and threw it at him.
Harry snorted at both of them.
Valen squealed again and Draco did laugh this time.
Chapter Title: Won't Let You Fall
Words: 2266 Words
Harry was sitting back in a chair, his feet propped up on the low table in front of him. There was a book open, the spine of it resting on his stomach as he read. It was Hermione's book - a Muggle mystery, and it was actually quite good. It was the third in the series and Harry had already read the first two. Hermione had got him on it while he'd been bored and unable to move around much, and he was glad that she had.
Draco had spent the last several hours locked in his study, going over the latest building proposals, budgets, and Ministry paperwork. But he'd finally decided it was time to take a break. Hermione and Ron were at the Burrow, going over wedding plans with Mrs Weasley. Draco found his husband in the main sitting room, nose buried in a book and their child playing with small, very expensive marble statue of Salazaar Slytherin that he had somehow got down off the shelf where it was kept. Draco crossed his arms over his chest, leaning in the doorway and watching for a minute.
Harry turned the page. It was just getting to the good part. The policeman was going to turn the corner to find the killer with his dead sister's body in the next room. He just knew it.
"That statue is by Florent Wurple. It's near priceless, you know," Draco drawled.
Harry looked up. When had Draco come into the room? "I haven't got any statue...." He trailed off, catching sight of Valen. "Oh," he said, flushing at his absentmindedness.
Draco sighed and walked into the room, crouching beside the child who was happily chewing on Salazaar's head. The statue was making a face of disgust. He reached a hand out. "Give it over, Valen," he said.
Harry watched Valen and Draco, finding it slightly amusing that Draco was asking a baby to hand something over.
Valen continued to suck on the head of the statue and Draco reached out to try to pry it from the little boy's hands. Valen squealed and held tighter. "That is not Valen's toy," Draco told him sternly.
Harry watched their son's face scrunch up in anger, and he quite agreed that Draco should be stern with him in getting back the statue he wasn't supposed to play with, though it was Harry's fault that he had it in the first place.
"Valentine," Draco said an a more forceful tone. "Give me the statue." The infant stopped sucking on Salazaar's head and wore the expression he got when we was about to start screaming.
"Well, just take it from him," said Harry. "I don't think he's going to give it freely."
Draco frowned up at Harry. "And why don't you?" he snapped. "You were the one supposed to be watching him."
"Well, I'm sorry," Harry snapped back. He shut the book sharply and began trying to push himself out of the chair.
"Never mind," Draco retorted. Valen began to shriek - an ear splitting noise that Draco was surprised didn't shatter glass. "That is enough of that," he demanded, and reached to pull the statue from Valen's hands. He finally got the sticky marble from the baby and stood up, walking over and setting it on the mantle, hopefully out of reach of the child.
"Arse," Harry muttered under his breath, even though it was indeed his fault.
Valen was still screaming and Draco was tempted to cast a Silencing Charm to save himself a headache, which, by this point, was too late. Instead, he walked back to the child and picked him up.
Harry sighed, watching them. "Just give him here," he said, holding his arms out.
Draco was bouncing the crying baby up and down. He frowned and then sighed, walking over and handing the boy to his husband.
Harry held Valen against his chest, his belly in the way, and began making hushing noises and trying to soothe him with his magic. He had stopped feeding him every time he cried, trying to get him to switch completely to solid foods.
Valen stopped screaming, but was still crying and hiccuping. Draco shook his head and turned away, hands coming up to massage his temples.
Harry petted Valen's hair, rocking him. "You can't play with those things," he said quietly. "They're Daddy's, not Valen's. You have lots of your own toys to play with."
Draco sighed and strode over, sitting on the sofa near the chair and watching them.
After a few more minutes, Valen had settled down and Harry looked over at Draco. "I'm sorry," he frowned. "It was my fault that he got it."
Draco's lips turned up on one side. "Yes, but it was kind of funny," he said. "Chewing on Salazaar's head."
Harry smiled as well. "Yeah, I guess," he agreed, kissing Valen's hair and then putting him back down on the floor.
"I thought it had been out of his reach. I wonder how he got to it," Draco mused, watching the boy and then reaching to lay a hand on his husband's arm.
Harry shrugged, looking to the shelf where the statue now stood. "I don't know."
"I have had enough of the accounts for one day." Draco began rubbing his temples again. "What do you want to do?" he added.
"I don't know," Harry sighed. "And you have a headache. Do you want me to take care of it?"
Draco smiled wryly. "Sure," he answered, knowing the response his body would have to his lover's magic.
Harry snorted. "Well, come here then."
Draco slid forward, and went to his knees beside the chair, resting his head on his husband's belly.
Harry smiled, laying a hand to the side of Draco's head that wasn't on his stomach, performing a Healing Charm.
Draco moaned as the magic pulsed, his head immediately better and the rest of his body shivering pleasantly.
"Good now?" Harry asked, stroking blond hair.
"Very good," the blond purred, face still pressed to Harry's belly.
"Very good," Harry repeated, smiling again.
Valen crawled over to them, pulling himself up using both their legs. He had started doing this lately and it always made Draco smile. "Come to make up?" he asked his son, whose green eyes looked back at him with complete innocence.
Harry chuckled, watching the little face.
Draco reached to push blond hair off his son's face. "It's getting long," he said. "Maybe we should take him for a hair cut?"
"If he'll sit and let them do it," Harry said with a small laugh. "But, yeah, he probably should get it cut soon."
Draco huffed and sat back on his heels, then back up onto the sofa. Valen watched him and held a hand out to him. "Dadada," he said.
Harry stared at Valen and then looked to Draco, raising his eyebrows slightly. "Can you go to Daddy Draco, Valen?" he asked, sitting up more in the chair.
Draco grinned, leaning forward and holding out his hands to Valen. "Yes, Valen," he said. "Come to me."
Valen looked between the two men as if unsure of what he was supposed to do.
"Go on," Harry encouraged, nodding. He smiled excitedly up at Draco.
Valen seemed to take courage from this and then stepped to the edge of the chair, still holding Harry's trouser leg and looking at Draco.
Draco smiled warmly at his little boy. "You know you want to," he told him. "And I know you can."
Valen then slowly let go of Harry's trousers and swayed for a moment, seeming to consider whether or not to grab them again.
Harry gasped quietly, holding his hands out to catch Valen if he should need the help. "We won't let you fall," he said. "Go on."
Valen glanced again between them and then his little chin seemed to lift bravely and he moved. It was as much a teetering fall as walking, but he took two steps and fell into Draco's hands. The blond swooped his child up, grinning and praising him.
Harry beamed. "You did it!" he said happily, clapping his hands.
"Yes, our boy is fantastic!" Draco shouted, laughing and holding him up in the air so that Valen was laughing, too.
At that moment, the baby inside gave a kick, as if proving that she could do something too, and Harry began laughing as well.
***
Harry was petting Valen's hair, sitting on the couch with Draco, and watching their two best friends as if they were a tennis match. As of late, it had become quite an often-happening activity.
"I don't understand you," Hermione said heatedly to her soon-to-be husband. "I don't understand why you can't just pick."
Ron rolled his eyes, tearing them away from the broomstick magazine in his hands to look up at her again.
She waggled the three pieces of different coloured paper in front of his face.
"What?" Ron said, voice pained and whiny. "What, Hermione? What?"
"Pick a colour," she insisted. "We have to! We don't have forever to get everything ready, Ron!"
Ron flung the magazine onto the coffee table and snatched the papers from Hermione's hands, bringing them up to his eyes to stare at them in greatly exaggerated interest. "Two of them are the same damn colour!" he exclaimed after a few seconds.
"They are different shades of blue," Hermione countered, eyes narrowing.
Draco wasn't sure whether to duck for cover or watch the fireworks. When their two friends got going it could be quite a show. Personally, he could actually tell the difference in shades and paper quality. On the other hand, he didn't much care either and could sympathise with Ron on that point. Draco knew better than to express that view in front of Hermione, though.
"Fine," Ron huffed. "This one." He tugged one of the blue papers from the others and slapped it on the table.
"You picked that at random," Hermione accused.
"I choose that one," Ron said firmly.
"You didn't even choose it with any care!"
Ron slapped the other papers down as well. "That's what I've been trying to tell you!" he said. "I don't care. Why am I supposed to give a shit what colour we have at tables or whatever the bloody hell you're doing with these stupid pieces of paper?"
Hermione drew herself up indignantly; her eyes were slits now. "It is your wedding, too," she said. "I'm not supposed to be planning this entire thing by myself!"
"Any time I actually want to help, you take over!" Ron retorted.
Harry raised his eyebrows. He was glad his and Draco's wedding hadn't been nearly as much of a hassle.
Valen squealed loudly, jumping up and down in Harry's lap, though it was unclear as to whether he was upset or excited by the fight.
Draco looked curiously at his offspring and then looked once more at the two friends, letting his eyes unfocus enough to pay more attention to the magic than the words. Their magical signatures were certainly flickering. If it had been Harry and himself, they would probably have been shagging on the carpet by now.
"You only want to help," Hermione snapped, "when you know it will aggravate me! Any other time you're off doing whatever you please while I get all of the invitations situated, and send off to order all of the flowers, and decorations, and I still have to go with our mothers to get my dress and to pick out the other dresses and you don't know what kind of work all of that can be! What do you want to honestly help with? The cake!"
Ron's ears had turned red now. "I'm running for you all the time!" he cried. "I can't even get a second to bloody focus on anything! Nothing but which lace, which glass, which wine, which colour? I don't know!"
"Er, I would go with the lighter blue myself," Harry offered in an attempt to lighten them up.
Draco was wondering if he needed to suggest to Ron that shagging Hermione senseless was probably the better way to help relieve tension. The thought amused him, and he couldn't help but smirk, trying to pretend to read his book to cover it.
Harry glanced sideways at his husband, but their friends didn't seem to notice Draco's expression.
Hermione huffed at Harry's remark. "Sorry," she said, rolling her eyes and turning away from Ron quite pointedly.
Harry chuckled. "I've been used to it for quite some time now," he said. "And I really would pick the lighter blue."
Ron let himself sink into the couch cushions. "Go with that one then," he said to Hermione.
She shook her head, stony expression in place.
"Hermione," Draco said softly, and waited until she looked at him. "Ron is who he is and he loves you. Pick the colours that work for you and let him run the errands. He will back you and that's what's important."
"You know," said Ron to Draco, "I like you more and more."
Hermione rolled her eyes yet again, but did seem to be settling. "You just frustrate me," she said to the redhead.
"I know," Ron answered. "But I love you." He smiled innocently and batted his eyes.
She balled up one of the paper samples and threw it at him.
Harry snorted at both of them.
Valen squealed again and Draco did laugh this time.