Children Are Made Of Love

disclaimer: not mine, all the characters belong to jkrowling


Draco left him. Harry couldn\'t believe it. No. Draco didn\'t just leave him. He divorced him. Divorced him because of some bloody money of his mother he wouldn\'t inherit if he didn\'t produce an heir any time soon. And they have been married for three years now and Harry was unable to give birth to a child of his. A tear slid down Harry\'s cheek. But he tried. He honestly tried. He even passed all those tests that confirmed that he was fertile. So it wasn\'t his fault that there were no children. But Draco wouldn\'t even listen to his explanations let alone pass the same tests. No way. He is a Malfoy and a Malfoy would never stoop to pass some stupid tests. No it was all Harry\'s fault. Another tear slid down his cheek as he was sitting on the floor shaking. Harry couldn\'t believe that only an hour ago his life came crashing down on him.

How could Draco do this to him? How could he leave him because of some money? Didn\'t he have enough as it was? How much money he needed anyway? But it was his mother\'s fault. Narcissa\'s. She never liked Harry and she always showed just how much she disapproved of Draco marrying some half-blood. It hurt so much that Draco brushed him off as easily as that. Harry loved Draco. But did Draco love Harry? Apparently not enough. Not enough at all. And the child. Harry desperately wanted a child. But he knew that Draco didn\'t like children at all and never wanted them but as the means of getting his mothers\' money. And Narcissa knew only too well just what to do to break them apart.

Harry shuddered. He looked at his hand there where only moments ago shone a ring. The ring he never thought Draco would take off just as simply as he put it on. How could he strip him off like that? Leave him with nothing? Bare-naked? Unhappy and alone? How could he be so cruel as to talk so simply uncaringly and even bored about their divorce? Did he ever love Harry at all?

Harry loved that ring. He felt as if he belonged. As if he was loved. Even if in the end it all turned out to be a lie. For three years he has been living a lie. But now Draco was gone along with his heart. Harry shook his head. He couldn\'t believe that this was happening. He didn\'t know what to do now. They got together in their seventh year and married as soon as they graduated Hogwarts. Ever since that day Harry lived with Draco in his family home along with Lucius who by that time managed to make his way out clean and clear of all the accusations and trials and more so became the new minister of magic. Somehow, for Draco, Harry reconciled himself with the fact that his father-in-law was a dark wizard, a Death Eater and a sneaky slippery Slytherin that could come out clean out of anything with the right amount of pressure and money.

But Harry loved Draco. And no one cared much if Lucius Malfoy was a Death Eater or not as long as Lord Voldemort was vanquished and no longer existed. Besides, Lucius indeed made for a good minister and Harry was excited when the elder wizard offered him to work as his personal assistant. Harry liked that kind of work in the office and he found it very energizing and brain stimulating and the thing that made him happy when things with Draco were low. And considering Draco\'s difficult and volatile temper there were many times when Harry needed a solace from his marriage and a strong incentive to go on.

But Harry loved Draco and Draco loved Harry, didn\'t he? And their marriage was a happy one, wasn\'t it? Although Draco did like to spend too much time partying and showing off Harry and often enough he made Harry feel real embarrassing and somewhat dirty but Harry was only too happy to please his husband and so he tried to do all that could please Draco. Harry liked parties though because he loved dancing and people liked to watch him dance or dance with him. Draco hated it. Draco hated when someone talked or touched or danced with Harry. With his Harry. He didn\'t mind them watching and he always made sure that Harry was dressed up so that people wouldn\'t take his eyes off of him but they could not touch him. No way. And Harry didn\'t seem to mind when people asked him for a dance. And it made Draco\'s blood boil and his killing reflex kick in.

Harry danced with all of them giving them smiles that were meant only for Draco. That\'s why one day Draco simply forbade Harry to dance saying that he couldn\'t do it anyway. Harry was deeply hurt but he let it go and didn\'t try to dance ever since. It really didn\'t take much to make Harry doubt himself and Draco knew it and often enough he used it to his own advantage. But he was a Malfoy after all and Harry knew only too well what kind of man he married. But was it his fault that he fell head over heels with this kind of man? Was it his fault that he gave into Draco Malfoy?

But he knew that Draco loved him. Otherwise why would Draco marry him in the first place? If he didn\'t love him he could just have Harry as a lover, right? So he did love him. At least at the beginning. And he was always nice and gentle and tender with him. So he did love him, didn\'t he? Harry was lost. Without the man he loved, without the ring that marked him, as Draco\'s, without a place to stay, without any idea of what to do and where to go Harry felt terribly lost. And so he cried. Something he didn\'t do often. He always forgave Draco but not this time.

Today was all time low even for Draco Malfoy. This was something Harry couldn\'t forgive. He couldn\'t forgive the way Draco came home carelessly and bored as usually and told him that he had a dinner with his mother. Harry was worried sick because Draco was late and he didn\'t even feel it appropriate to warn Harry that he would be late. But then again it wasn\'t so unusual, was it? Draco always forgot stuff like that if he didn\'t need Harry right by his side.

Harry had no idea that Narcissa was back in England. She lived in France for many years now. But when Draco told him about dinner with his mother a feeling of sheer dread ran down Harry\'s spine. Every time Draco met his mother it always meant trouble for Harry. Somehow the woman always managed to poison Harry\'s life and each time Draco returned from meeting Narcissa Harry was subjected to cold treatment for no apparent reason at all. Draco melted away the next day though but the sting always stayed there and Harry felt hurt and somewhat betrayed.

Lucius on the other hand was really friendly and helpful. Something Harry would never expect of him. But Harry never complained and even if he had troubles with Draco he would always smile brightly and wouldn\'t let his unhappiness show. Draco often told him that Harry should be grateful that he married him and Harry was grateful and proved it each day of their marriage no matter how hard it was at times. But today, today it all came to an end. And Harry would never forgive Draco for that. He would never forgive him the divorce papers and the last minutes of their married life that left Harry feeling like a common whore. He never felt that way before or at least he thought he never felt though at times he didn\'t feel too good when Draco was showing him off. But today, today it was the worst.

Draco laid papers on the bed and said that he wanted to say good-bye properly. As Harry found out soon enough properly meant that he would fuck Harry properly before he would take the signed papers and apparate to his mother\'s mansion in France. Harry couldn\'t actually believe that Draco was forcing him to have sex. He did force him at times but they were not getting divorced the next second. It was so low Harry couldn\'t even say a word.

Draco must have felt Harry\'s unwillingness and to stop any resistance he simply charmed his hands to the headboard and started taking off his pants. Harry yelled his throat hoarse but it only made Draco want him more. He urged and coaxed and coerced him to open up to him and to please his husband like he always did. Harry tried to forget his cruel smooth deceitfully loving voice and his words. \'Come on Harry, baby, what\'s wrong with you today?\' And you actually have the audacity to ask, you bastard? Hissed Harry though for some reason it came in Parseltongue that made Draco want still more for his soon to be husband no longer.

He laughed. He liked it when Harry hissed and writhed and squirmed and struggled and wriggled and couldn\'t do anything about it. It was indeed a pity that he couldn\'t give him an heir. Oh well, he would take away from Harry as much as he could. \'Now baby spread your legs. Be a good boy. I know you can. Haven\'t I trained you well, baby? Yes just like that, Harry. Spread your legs. Wider. Just the way I like it. But you know what to do, don\'t you my pretty little thing? Of course you do. I haven\'t wasted three years on nothing, have I? I trained you well, haven\'t I? You know what to do, baby. Yesss just like that.\'
But it was not the end. And that what made it worse. He used Harry\'s love and then cruelly destroyed it.
\'Harry baby, you love me, don\'t you?\' he asked as he thrusted deep inside of Harry not caring that he actually was hurting him physically as well as mentally.
\"I do…\" replied Harry through a sob that burst through now matter how hard he tried to stop it.
\"Hush, sweet thing. And you will sign the papers, won\'t you, Harry?\" he asked panting slightly while he kept thrusting into Harry who was silently crying and nodding.
\"That\'s a good boy…\"
\"Here, Harry, you have to put your signature here and make me a free man.\"
Harry didn\'t look at Draco as he signed the divorce papers.
\"Excellent. Now one more thing.\"

He took Harry\'s hand in his own just like then. He looked deeply into Harry\'s pain-filled eyes, smiled widely, kissed his hand and then Harry\'s breath hitched and he gasped loudly as Draco took the ring off.

That was it. That was the end. Draco stood up, put the ring away, blew Harry a kiss and swept away. Harry was left alone but for his heart that was lying ripped out, used, bleeding and broken on the cold floor of the manor.


A/N: please tell me what you think!