Children Are Made Of Love

Harry gave birth to a boy with many cursing and hexing and vows to kill the bastard who made him go through that hell of pain. However when all was said and done and Harry was cradling a small softly sniffling creature within his tired arms he quickly took back all the nasty words and accusations that he’d addressed Lucius with instead thanking him for the best gift he could ever give him. The only thing Lucius could do in reply to that as he watched Harry’s tired and pale but absolutely happy face was to take Harry in his arms and kiss him senseless.

They named the blonde-haired boy with huge green eyes Alexander Maximus and Harry decided that he would stay at home a bit longer because he simply couldn’t imagine himself being apart from his son so soon. Lucius himself didn’t want to leave either his young husband or his beautiful son but someone had to be the minister and do the job. That’s why Lucius went but kept fire-calling Harry in the space of every hour or even less time to check on him and Alexander and to ask if everything was all right or whether they needed anything.

Soon enough it drove Harry to the point of craziness and he forbade Lucius to fire-call more than two times a day insuring it by blocking all the fireplaces wherever he spent his time. However Harry knew for a fact that Lucius ordered house-elves to follow his every step and to see to it that Harry and his newborn son was ok and they didn’t need anything.

Harry might have thrown tantrums and yelled all he wanted over all this overprotective-thing but secretly he was only too happy with the attention lavished on him by his older husband. And Lucius knew how much it meant for Harry. And even if he did scream and yell during the day time it was a totally different story at night (though not without screaming and yelling part) leaving Lucius in no doubt that he was doing the right thing and that Harry more than just appreciated it.

Alexander Maximus Malfoy was already four months old when Draco Malfoy decided to pay an unexpected and greatly unwelcome in Harry’s opinion visit. Especially as he was the one to meet him.

Harry was walking down the stairs with the youngest Malfoy in his arms when he heard an only too familiar cold drawl that sent shivers down his spine call out.

“Father I’m home.”

Harry stopped dead in his tracks not quite knowing what to do. It wasn’t too late to go back to his room because Draco hadn’t seen him yet but Harry stood transfixed and then suddenly Alexander gave a yelp and caught Draco’s attention.

Draco turned around and stared at Harry while Harry stared back.

“What are you doing here, Draco?” he asked.

Draco’s eyebrows raised.

“What am I doing here, Harry? This is my family home isn’t it? But what are you doing here? As far as I remember you are no longer the part of our family. Or have you forgotten?”

Harry narrowed his eyes.

“Oh yes Draco I do remember our divorce. And I can assure you I will never forget it.”

“Speaking about that Harry, you know, we could get together again…” said Draco suggestively making his way towards Harry a smile plastered on his face.

Harry was sure that if he didn’t have his arms occupied with the most precious thing in his life he would have throttled Draco right then and there. The nerve of him! He gave a loud snort saying.

“I don’t think so.”

Now Draco was level with him staring at the blanket-wrapped thing protectively held in Harry’s arms. He narrowed his eyes.

“Is this a child?” he asked peering cautiously to have a better view of the pale-faced boy with startlingly green-eyes.

“That is hardly any business of yours, Draco.” said Harry coldly inching away from his ex-husband and making his way downstairs.

He ordered house-elves to bring tea and biscuits and sat down facing Draco as the latter came downstairs and joined him.

“Well help yourself, Draco. Oh I forgot its your home, isn’t it, Draco?”

Draco narrowed his eyes.

“What are you doing here?” he asked once again.

“I’m living here, Draco, if you haven’t noticed yet.”

“I can see that you feel yourself quite at home here.”

“Well and why wouldn’t I? I had three-year practice to get used to this place and refer to it as my home. So why would I want to change it just because you divorced me?”

Draco was about to say something but Harry didn’t let him speaking instead in a venomously sweet voice his eyes cruel and taunting.

“But enough about me, Draco. What about you? Any new husbands? Wives? Children? I’m sorry but did I miss an announcement or something about you finally having an heir? I might have you know. I was a bit preoccupied with carrying and giving birth to the son of mine so I might have missed something. So where are they? Hordes of your children? Oh and how is Narcissa by the way? You must be leading a charming life there together. She is so protective of you. She loves you so much. Though you love her money still more.”

Draco’s fists clenched.

“It is my child.” he said indicating Alexander who was staring at him wide-eyed.

Harry snorted.

“You wish, Draco.”

Draco shook his head.

“You can’t deny the fact that this is a Malfoy child.”

“Draco, by god, you are hardly the only one Malfoy left in England.”

“Are you trying to tell me that this is not my child?” he asked voice full of disbelief.

“This is exactly what I’m saying. Alexander is not your child. Thankfully.”

“Oh so that’s how it is then. Well then if not I then who is the father of this dratted child!”

“Keep it quite, Draco.” ordered Harry with an edge to his voice Draco never heard from him while they were married. “And if you want to know the father of my child is Lucius.”

“Father?” roared Draco.

Harry gave him a false smile and raised the baby up.

“Meet your big bad brother, Alexander.”

“I don’t believe you. You are lying. This is my child. You just want to make me regret what I did to you. That’s all.”

“But Draco, according to you I couldn’t have children. Remember all the tests you made me go through just to prove it? But here I am proving you wrong. It is you who have problems not me. You are the one who can’t have children. Not me. Why did you come here anyway? Missed your father? How charming. I wonder if he missed you just as much.”

“Oh I’m sure with the entertainment you provided him with he was far from missing me.” sneered Draco.

Harry’s temper rose as his cheeks flushed.

“And what that entertainment would be?”

“Spreading your legs for him like a good little whore you always were for me. He liked you didn’t he? Of course he did. He always liked your pretty piece of ass. And you were always so chummy with him. I wonder if you’ve been sleeping with him behind my back all those years.”

Harry looked at him with pity and disgust mingled in his gaze.

“You are such an asshole, Draco, and a bloody fool, and the worst thing is that you don’t even realize it. You think that you are so smart but in fact you are pathetic. I never cheated on you. It never even crossed my mind. I loved you, you know. I loved you a lot. But you didn’t care. You took everything for granted and couldn’t care less for my feelings. And then you left and I stopped loving you and I stopped crying over you.”

“Soon enough I’d say.”

“And what did you expect? That I would mourn over you for the rest of my life? I don’t think so.”

Draco laughed.

“No of course not. You decided to bed my father and to give birth to his bastard child (I’ll find out what trick you used and why it never worked with me) so that he let you stay in the manor and have the kind of life I taught you to appreciate. Isn’t it?” he hissed.

Harry wrinkled his nose.

“Lucius and I are married, Draco.” he said afterwards showing the ring. “And as for the trick and why it never worked with you it is simple, really. Children are made of love and you are not capable of loving. Go back to your mother, Draco.”

Draco snarled, broke the table and started pacing the room.

Harry shook his head, stood up and walked away.

It seemed one of the house-elves summoned Lucius home saying that his senior son was back and that he was having a row with his husband. Lucius arrived just as Harry left for the upstairs. Harry was in turmoil and the baby boy could feel his hurt, anguish and discomfort and he began to cry. Harry hushed him down with silent tears of his own wishing for Lucius to deal with Draco as soon as possible and make him leave. At least Harry hoped that Lucius would make Draco leave. He didn’t want Draco to stay here but it was his home just as it was Lucius’. Harry knew that Lucius loved him but he hoped that Lucius loved him that much.

*
Lucius looked at his son with cold contempt.

“Draco.”

“Father.”

“Is there something you want?”

*
When Lucius entered his and Harry’s room after dealing with his elder son he found Harry curled around Alexander in the middle of the bed tear stains on his flushed cheeks. He lay behind Harry and stealthily, so as not to wake these two most precious people of his scooped them both within his arms’ range. He kissed Harry’s forehead, cheek, lips and exposed expanse of Harry’s neck breathing in his sweet sent. He closed his eyes. He woke up with the feeling of kisses being butterflied all over his face. He opened his eyes and stared into Harry’s joyful green ones.
“Hey there.” said Harry kissing him on the nose and settling on top of him.
“Hey.” replied Lucius in a roughened with sleep voice. “Where’s Maximus?” he asked gently caressing Harry’s face.
“Asleep. I’ve just fed him and took him to his room. Trippy will watch over him. And if you’ve got any ideas I am all yours.” replied Harry placing small nips and kisses all over Lucius’ palm.
Ideas Lucius had a lot. And the first one was that Harry needed affection and reassurance that everything was fine and that Draco’s arrival hadn’t spoilt anything. And so with task at hand Lucius drew Harry closer and started his trip from Harry’s neck down his waiting in welcome body as Harry sighed and gasped and purred and mewled in pleasures of passion kissing Lucius back and forth.

*
“What did Draco want?”
“Money.”
“How come he needs money? Didn’t Narcissa supply him with it?”
“As it turned out she didn’t.”
“How come?”
“She lost them.”
“Lost them?”
“Exactly. It turned out that my ex-wife was quite fond of gambling and didn’t know when to stop.”
“She lost all her money.”
Lucius nodded.
“I don’t believe it. No wonder he suggested that we get together again.”
“He did that, didn’t he?”
“Did you give him money?”
“I gave him his share. He left. I advised him not to come back.”
“You did, didn’t you?”
Lucius nodded. Harry smiled.
“I really don’t want to know what you said would happen if he did.”
“No you don’t want to know. Come here.”
“Insatiable aren’t you?”
“Oh I am.”
“That’s Max. I need to feed him. Wait, will you?”
“I’ll come with you. I love watching you feed him. I think I’ll order your portrait like that.”
“I want our portrait together. Like in the three of us.”
“This can be arranged.”
“I love you. You are great at arranging things.”
“I know.”
“Don’t look so smug.”
“I can’t help it.”
“And I can’t help loving you for this and for so much more.”
“I believe it goes both ways.”
“I know.”
“Now who looks smug?”
“Learnt it from you.”
“I’ve got no doubt about that.”
“That’s it Max-love. Now you’ll have a lie in while I will take care of your father. Lucius god knows I don’t mind but let’s make it to the bed.”
“I can’t wait.”
“Max is too young to have such an eye-full and he is watching.”
“I can’t help it.” said Lucius taking Harry in his arms and carrying him to the bed. Trippy the house-elf could have sworn she saw Alexander Maximus smirk and roll his eyes.
*fin*

A/N: I’m awfully sorry if that wasn’t what you expected but I really liked it that way. My apologies once again.