A Heart So Ravenous (Sequel to A Love So Belated)
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Chapter 40: Completely Mad
Chapter Number/Total: 40/44
Chapter Title: Completely Mad
Words: 1634 Words
After that first day, Harry let Ron and Hermione know what had happened. They had been shocked, but very happy to hear Draco had woken up, and Harry was still so overwhelmed with relief it was almost all he could think about. He hadn't wanted to leave Draco at all, but he did have the babies, so he couldn't stay. He came up to St Mungo's every day, though, just as he had been doing.
He dressed the boys in the outfits Hermione had given them all those months ago and took them up to the hospital. He smiled as he entered Draco's room. He had been moved again since he had awoken, back to one of the regular wards.
Draco was propped up in his bed. They had moved him to his own room the day after he had woken up, and his mother had filled it with flowers. He was sipping some tea one of the Healing assistants had brought him, waiting for Harry and the twins to arrive. He couldn't wait to show them how much better he was doing today. Draco set the tea aside when he saw Harry and literally held his arms out to him, grinning.
Harry's heart skipped a beat as Draco came into view. He hated spending what felt like so much time away from him. He crossed the room quickly, his arms and chest full of Corvus and Caelum as he lowered himself to the blond.
Draco gently hugged his family, smiling at the feel of the squirming babies between them. He kissed Harry, glorying in how good it felt.
Harry kissed Draco back very happily. "You're hugging me," he said, wonder in his voice.
Draco kissed him again and then kissed the tops of the two little boys' heads. "I am," he said softly.
"I love your arms around me," Harry told him, adoration in his voice as he rubbed their noses. Corvus fussed.
"Well, Corvus," Draco said. "Is that a request for me to hold you?" He slid hands around and reached for the infant. Harry had laid them in his arms before, but this was the first time he had ever picked up one of the boys himself.
Harry grinned widely, watching Draco with the baby. "Merlin, he does look so much like you," he said, unstrapping Caelum.
Draco cradled the infant in his arms, smiling into his face. "Yes, my son," he cooed. The words made his heart swell with love and pride.
Corvus looked up at Draco with green eyes, settling right down as he was laid in a position he preferred.
"Say, hey, Dad, don't forget about me," Harry said, smiling as he moved closer to Draco with Caelum.
Draco smiled over at them. He looked down into that third pair of green eyes and laughed with delight. "And hello to you too, my son."
Caelum made a small grunting sound, looking to be stretching.
"I bet you'll be able to come home soon," Harry said. "Merlin, I hope so. I miss you."
"I can't walk yet, but I can lift my legs some," Draco said, nodding. "And I'm thinking more clearly. Or at least it feels that way."
"Good," Harry said, nodding as well. "And you're speaking in complete sentences now."
Draco smirked, but nodded once more. He rubbed his nose against Corvus', amused at the face the baby made.
Harry smiled at him, petting Caelum's hair. "So ... heard anything new around?" he asked. He'd asked the same question every day so far. He was, of course, wondering if Draco had happened to hear anything about the Prophet articles. He himself hadn't told Draco about them yet. He was waiting for the day when he would enter into Draco's room and find him either distraught or livid.
Draco's eyes narrowed. "You going to tell me what is going on?" he asked. "You ask me that every day. And the Healers and assistants ... well, they're acting strange."
Harry's hand on Caelum's head stilled. Well, that was a new response. Perhaps Draco was thinking clearer. "Acting strange?" he asked.
Draco snorted, looking down at Corvus. "I wonder if you will be a better liar than Daddy Harry," he said to the infant. Then he looked back up at the man in question. "Yes, strange. They look at me all the time like they want to say something or ... I don't know, want my autograph or something."
Harry let out a small laugh that probably sounded a little nervous. He was a little nervous. He sighed. "I suppose there ... is ... something I didn't tell you," he said.
Draco's eyes narrowed again. "Tell me," he said, voice low.
Harry winced, not knowing exactly where to begin. "There was an article," he said. "After you were brought here. It was ... by Rita Skeeter."
"Merde!" Draco growled, and then frowned in confusion. "But that wouldn't explain the Healers."
Harry winced again. "Well," he said, "her article really, really pissed me off. Pissed your mum off, too, and ... Neville. Your mum threatened legal action, so they gave us a new article."
"The Daily Prophet ... gave you ... a new article?" Draco asked, confused. He had never heard of such a thing. "And just what did this new article contain?"
Harry looked at Draco intently. "If you're going to be mad," he said before he told Draco anything about what had been in the article, "don't be mad at anyone but me. I agreed to it. If I wouldn't have, they wouldn't have done it."
Corvus was gumming Draco's finger. Draco was frowning at Harry. "Get it over with; tell me," he insisted.
Harry sighed. "We told about all the things that happened in seventh year," he said. "Everything about how you helped. Quotes from Neville and Luna both."
Draco closed his eyes and clenched his jaw. His heart was pounding and he felt queasy.
"But, Draco, you should have seen Rita's article," Harry said in his own defence. "She made it out like you were some mad, stalker, Death Eater, crazy person."
"My father," Draco whispered, shuddering.
"No, don't worry about him," Harry said quickly. "Your mum and I went to see him."
"Oh, Gods," Draco groaned, and probably would have buried his face in his hands if he hadn't been holding a baby in each of them.
Harry frowned at that. "Draco, really," he said. "He wasn't exactly ... friendly, but I think your mum handled it quite well."
"Wasn't ... friendly?" Draco asked, confused. "What are you talking about?"
Harry raised an eyebrow. "He still loathes me," he said, "but he wanted to help you."
"You ... talked to him?" Draco asked, voice full of the shock he felt.
"I just said your mum and I went to see him," Harry replied, eyebrow still raised.
Draco opened his eyes, shaking his head in wonder. "You went into Azkaban and spoke to my father?" he asked even though, yes, Harry had just told him that. Then he laughed.
Harry's eyebrow rose further.
Draco kept laughing, shaking his head.
"I really did," Harry told him. "I'm not lying."
Draco nodded, still laughing as he felt his eyes begin to water. The twins looked confused.
Harry was confused, too. "What exactly is so funny about that?" he asked.
Draco was having trouble breathing now, unable to stop laughing.
Harry might have laughed too if he weren't still so damn confused. He stared at Draco.
Draco tried to get control of himself, panting now as he caught his breath.
Harry did smile a little. "Well, at least you're not trying to hit me," he said.
Draco rolled his eyes, shaking his head again. "Well, boys," he said to the babies, "this just proves that both your daddies are mad."
Harry shook his head, too. "Perhaps," he said. "I went because your mum asked me to."
"You've had a busy three and a half weeks,' Draco observed, still laughing a little. "Twins not enough, you take on the Daily Prophet and my father."
Harry snorted. "Oh, they're certainly enough," he said. "I suppose talking to your father eventually was inevitable, and something had to be done about the Prophet. You're not mad at me for that, are you?"
"Which one is my father more angry about, the pregnancy or my defiance during the war?" Draco asked with a sigh.
"I don't know," Harry answered honestly. "Mostly I think he was angry about the fact that you're still with me."
Draco nodded, smiling at Harry and then down at the infant in his arms. Corvus was asleep. "I want to read them. Both of them."
"Read them?" Harry asked.
"Yes, I do believe I spoke clearly," Draco replied, arching an eyebrow.
"What do you mean by read them?" Harry asked. "Tell what they'll be like?"
"Potter," Draco snapped, but then lowered his voice when Corvus squirmed, nearly waking up. "Potter," he hissed. "I want you to bring me copies of both articles and let me read them."
"Oh," Harry said, actually laughing a little despite the way Draco was glaring at him. "I thought you were talking about the boys. I thought perhaps you had gone unfocused again."
Draco grimaced. "Mad, completely mad," he told the sleeping infant.
Harry shrugged, smiling. "I'll bring you them if you really want them," he said, kissing Caelum's forehead.
Draco nodded. "So, people are acting oddly toward me because of the articles," he said. Then he smiled. "Did I mention that I love you?"
Harry smiled at him. "I suppose you have now," he said. "Did I mention that I love you more?"
"I don't think that is possible," Draco smirked.
Harry arched an eyebrow. "Whatever you say," he teased, leaning over to kiss Draco.
Chapter Title: Completely Mad
Words: 1634 Words
After that first day, Harry let Ron and Hermione know what had happened. They had been shocked, but very happy to hear Draco had woken up, and Harry was still so overwhelmed with relief it was almost all he could think about. He hadn't wanted to leave Draco at all, but he did have the babies, so he couldn't stay. He came up to St Mungo's every day, though, just as he had been doing.
He dressed the boys in the outfits Hermione had given them all those months ago and took them up to the hospital. He smiled as he entered Draco's room. He had been moved again since he had awoken, back to one of the regular wards.
Draco was propped up in his bed. They had moved him to his own room the day after he had woken up, and his mother had filled it with flowers. He was sipping some tea one of the Healing assistants had brought him, waiting for Harry and the twins to arrive. He couldn't wait to show them how much better he was doing today. Draco set the tea aside when he saw Harry and literally held his arms out to him, grinning.
Harry's heart skipped a beat as Draco came into view. He hated spending what felt like so much time away from him. He crossed the room quickly, his arms and chest full of Corvus and Caelum as he lowered himself to the blond.
Draco gently hugged his family, smiling at the feel of the squirming babies between them. He kissed Harry, glorying in how good it felt.
Harry kissed Draco back very happily. "You're hugging me," he said, wonder in his voice.
Draco kissed him again and then kissed the tops of the two little boys' heads. "I am," he said softly.
"I love your arms around me," Harry told him, adoration in his voice as he rubbed their noses. Corvus fussed.
"Well, Corvus," Draco said. "Is that a request for me to hold you?" He slid hands around and reached for the infant. Harry had laid them in his arms before, but this was the first time he had ever picked up one of the boys himself.
Harry grinned widely, watching Draco with the baby. "Merlin, he does look so much like you," he said, unstrapping Caelum.
Draco cradled the infant in his arms, smiling into his face. "Yes, my son," he cooed. The words made his heart swell with love and pride.
Corvus looked up at Draco with green eyes, settling right down as he was laid in a position he preferred.
"Say, hey, Dad, don't forget about me," Harry said, smiling as he moved closer to Draco with Caelum.
Draco smiled over at them. He looked down into that third pair of green eyes and laughed with delight. "And hello to you too, my son."
Caelum made a small grunting sound, looking to be stretching.
"I bet you'll be able to come home soon," Harry said. "Merlin, I hope so. I miss you."
"I can't walk yet, but I can lift my legs some," Draco said, nodding. "And I'm thinking more clearly. Or at least it feels that way."
"Good," Harry said, nodding as well. "And you're speaking in complete sentences now."
Draco smirked, but nodded once more. He rubbed his nose against Corvus', amused at the face the baby made.
Harry smiled at him, petting Caelum's hair. "So ... heard anything new around?" he asked. He'd asked the same question every day so far. He was, of course, wondering if Draco had happened to hear anything about the Prophet articles. He himself hadn't told Draco about them yet. He was waiting for the day when he would enter into Draco's room and find him either distraught or livid.
Draco's eyes narrowed. "You going to tell me what is going on?" he asked. "You ask me that every day. And the Healers and assistants ... well, they're acting strange."
Harry's hand on Caelum's head stilled. Well, that was a new response. Perhaps Draco was thinking clearer. "Acting strange?" he asked.
Draco snorted, looking down at Corvus. "I wonder if you will be a better liar than Daddy Harry," he said to the infant. Then he looked back up at the man in question. "Yes, strange. They look at me all the time like they want to say something or ... I don't know, want my autograph or something."
Harry let out a small laugh that probably sounded a little nervous. He was a little nervous. He sighed. "I suppose there ... is ... something I didn't tell you," he said.
Draco's eyes narrowed again. "Tell me," he said, voice low.
Harry winced, not knowing exactly where to begin. "There was an article," he said. "After you were brought here. It was ... by Rita Skeeter."
"Merde!" Draco growled, and then frowned in confusion. "But that wouldn't explain the Healers."
Harry winced again. "Well," he said, "her article really, really pissed me off. Pissed your mum off, too, and ... Neville. Your mum threatened legal action, so they gave us a new article."
"The Daily Prophet ... gave you ... a new article?" Draco asked, confused. He had never heard of such a thing. "And just what did this new article contain?"
Harry looked at Draco intently. "If you're going to be mad," he said before he told Draco anything about what had been in the article, "don't be mad at anyone but me. I agreed to it. If I wouldn't have, they wouldn't have done it."
Corvus was gumming Draco's finger. Draco was frowning at Harry. "Get it over with; tell me," he insisted.
Harry sighed. "We told about all the things that happened in seventh year," he said. "Everything about how you helped. Quotes from Neville and Luna both."
Draco closed his eyes and clenched his jaw. His heart was pounding and he felt queasy.
"But, Draco, you should have seen Rita's article," Harry said in his own defence. "She made it out like you were some mad, stalker, Death Eater, crazy person."
"My father," Draco whispered, shuddering.
"No, don't worry about him," Harry said quickly. "Your mum and I went to see him."
"Oh, Gods," Draco groaned, and probably would have buried his face in his hands if he hadn't been holding a baby in each of them.
Harry frowned at that. "Draco, really," he said. "He wasn't exactly ... friendly, but I think your mum handled it quite well."
"Wasn't ... friendly?" Draco asked, confused. "What are you talking about?"
Harry raised an eyebrow. "He still loathes me," he said, "but he wanted to help you."
"You ... talked to him?" Draco asked, voice full of the shock he felt.
"I just said your mum and I went to see him," Harry replied, eyebrow still raised.
Draco opened his eyes, shaking his head in wonder. "You went into Azkaban and spoke to my father?" he asked even though, yes, Harry had just told him that. Then he laughed.
Harry's eyebrow rose further.
Draco kept laughing, shaking his head.
"I really did," Harry told him. "I'm not lying."
Draco nodded, still laughing as he felt his eyes begin to water. The twins looked confused.
Harry was confused, too. "What exactly is so funny about that?" he asked.
Draco was having trouble breathing now, unable to stop laughing.
Harry might have laughed too if he weren't still so damn confused. He stared at Draco.
Draco tried to get control of himself, panting now as he caught his breath.
Harry did smile a little. "Well, at least you're not trying to hit me," he said.
Draco rolled his eyes, shaking his head again. "Well, boys," he said to the babies, "this just proves that both your daddies are mad."
Harry shook his head, too. "Perhaps," he said. "I went because your mum asked me to."
"You've had a busy three and a half weeks,' Draco observed, still laughing a little. "Twins not enough, you take on the Daily Prophet and my father."
Harry snorted. "Oh, they're certainly enough," he said. "I suppose talking to your father eventually was inevitable, and something had to be done about the Prophet. You're not mad at me for that, are you?"
"Which one is my father more angry about, the pregnancy or my defiance during the war?" Draco asked with a sigh.
"I don't know," Harry answered honestly. "Mostly I think he was angry about the fact that you're still with me."
Draco nodded, smiling at Harry and then down at the infant in his arms. Corvus was asleep. "I want to read them. Both of them."
"Read them?" Harry asked.
"Yes, I do believe I spoke clearly," Draco replied, arching an eyebrow.
"What do you mean by read them?" Harry asked. "Tell what they'll be like?"
"Potter," Draco snapped, but then lowered his voice when Corvus squirmed, nearly waking up. "Potter," he hissed. "I want you to bring me copies of both articles and let me read them."
"Oh," Harry said, actually laughing a little despite the way Draco was glaring at him. "I thought you were talking about the boys. I thought perhaps you had gone unfocused again."
Draco grimaced. "Mad, completely mad," he told the sleeping infant.
Harry shrugged, smiling. "I'll bring you them if you really want them," he said, kissing Caelum's forehead.
Draco nodded. "So, people are acting oddly toward me because of the articles," he said. Then he smiled. "Did I mention that I love you?"
Harry smiled at him. "I suppose you have now," he said. "Did I mention that I love you more?"
"I don't think that is possible," Draco smirked.
Harry arched an eyebrow. "Whatever you say," he teased, leaning over to kiss Draco.