My HDFamilyFest fic: Here Be Dwagons
Title: Here Be Dwagons
Author/Artist:
enchanted_jae
Prompt Number: #7 by
brinimc
Pairing(s): Draco/Harry, mentions of past Draco/omc, Lucius/Narcissa
Summary: Draco Malfoy has what Harry always wanted--a family. Harry begins to court Draco in hopes of gaining his heart's desire through marriage.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Warning(s): Mpreg
Epilogue compliant? Non-epilogue compliant
Word Count: 12k
Author's Notes: Creating this family was a delight, and I only wish I'd had more time to keep writing! Special thanks to
kitty_fic for tackling the beta on this one.
Harry sat on an uncomfortable park bench, pretending to read The Daily Prophet. In truth, he was hiding behind the paper while he spied on the Malfoys--Draco Malfoy and his children, to be precise. Harry couldn't help but be envious; Draco had what Harry had always wanted most. A family.
A childish giggle caused Harry to peer over the edge of his paper again. Draco had caught his youngest girl, a dark-haired toddler, around her middle and lofted her into the air. She was smiling and laughing, obviously trusting her father not to let her fall. The two middle children, both blond boys, wrestled on the ground, while Draco's oldest daughter observed them with a bored expression on her face. Mignon, her name was. Harry had done his research.
After being absolved of any crimes at his trial, Draco Malfoy had left England and moved to France. There, he met and married his husband Emile Robard. During their nine-year marriage, they had four children: Mignon, Jean-Luc, Philippe and Emmaline. Emile had died as a result of a skiing accident when Emmaline was but an infant. Draco had remained in mourning in France for a period of one year before returning to his ancestral home in Wiltshire, where he'd kept a very low profile until just recently.
Harry had first seen Draco and his family in the Prophet, and he was immediately intrigued. He'd been stealthily watching them ever since.
Stalking, Hermine had proclaimed.
Harry snorted from behind the safety of his paper at the thought of it. He simply enjoyed observing Draco and his children. It made Harry long to be a part of their family. His heart beat faster as he imagined it. Harry had always been inexplicably attracted to Draco. He was single, and Draco was now a widower. Harry wouldn't admit it out loud, but he was seriously considering paying court to Draco Malfoy. He would give almost anything to be part of a family like Draco had.
By this time, the boys had gone from scuffling on the ground to kicking a Muggle football back and forth between them. Harry ducked behind the paper to hide his astonished grin. He never would have suspected Draco, of all people, to allow his sons to play footie. As luck would have it, the ball took a funny bounce and rolled directly over to where Harry was sitting on the bench. There was nothing he could do but come clean. Harry set his paper aside and picked up the ball. Jean-Luc dashed forward and halted a safe distance from Harry, wide-eyed and anxious.
Harry smiled to put the boy at ease and tossed the ball back to him.
"Merci," said Jean-Luc. "Thank you!" He turned away to rejoin his father, only to halt uncertainly when Draco walked up behind him.
"Potter," said Draco. "I see you've made my son's acquaintance. Jean-Luc, did you thank Mr. Potter?"
"Yes, he did," said Harry, at the same time as the boy blurted out, "That's Harry Potter?!"
Harry stood up and held out his hand. "I'm pleased to meet you, Jean-Luc," he said.
Draco's son stared up at him with his mouth agape for a moment before he recovered his manners. He shifted the ball to his left arm and politely shook Harry's hand. "It's an honor to meet you, Mr Potter," Jean-Luc gushed. "Father has told me so much about you."
By now, the other Malfoy children had come to join their father, and Harry could see a faint blush stain Draco's cheeks.
Harry kept his attention on Jean-Luc for the moment. "Oh, I'm quite certain your father could tell you some entertaining tales about our days at Hogwarts."
"Really, Potter, I assure you I left out most of the-"
"Did you really save dad from a burning room?" asked Mignon, stepping forward.
"It would have been a shame to leave him behind," Harry told her. He sneaked a glance at Draco and wondered if he would self-combust from the heat of embarrassment now coloring his face.
"Did you ride a hippogriff?" asked Jean-Luc.
"And a dragon?" Philippe chimed in.
"Dwagon!" cried little Emmaline, clutching at Draco's collar.
It was Harry's turn to be embarrassed. He scrubbed a hand through his hair and tried to make light of things. "Well, I-"
"Dad says you cheated at Quidditch," Mignon announced.
Harry couldn't help himself. He threw his head back and laughed.
Draco was not amused. "Mignon," he said sharply to his daughter. "Take your brothers to the field and play footie with them."
The girl's expression indicated she realized her faux pas, and she obeyed her father's order without argument. "Yes, sir," Mignon mumbled before leading the two boys away.
Draco shifted Emmaline on his hip. "My apologies, Potter," he said stiffly.
Harry waved him off. "I haven't laughed so hard in weeks," he said. "However, I believe some restitution is in order."
"Restitution?" Draco queried. He rescued a strand of his hair from Emmaline's fingers. "What manner of restitution?"
"Have dinner with me tomorrow night," Harry said.
"You wish to have dinner with me?"
"Yes," replied Harry. "I'd like a chance to catch up and hear about what you've been doing in recent years."
"I find that difficult to believe," said Draco, his eyes narrowed on Harry.
"Very well, then," said Harry. "I'd like the chance to boast about my exploits of the past several years."
This time, it was Draco who burst into startled laughter. "Oh, Potter," he chuckled. "I'd forgotten how amusing you can be."
"Dinner at eight?" Harry pressed. "I'll allow you to choose the restaurant."
"That's magnanimous, considering that dinner will be my treat," said Draco. "It wouldn't be restitution, otherwise."
Harry was too delighted with Draco's acquiescence to argue. They arranged to meet at a popular, Muggle restaurant in London. When Draco turned to leave, Emmaline waved a chubby hand at Harry and chirped, "Bye bye, Dwagon."
Harry laughed and sauntered away with a bounce in his step.
Harry arrived early and selected a table that would allow him to converse easily with Draco, yet would not seem too intimate. He didn't want to scare Draco off. Harry smiled when he saw Draco making his way through the restaurant to join him.
"I apologize for my tardiness, Potter," said Draco, sinking gracefully into the chair opposite Harry's. "Emmaline was reluctant to allow me to leave her with my parents. Mum finally bribed her with sweets and the promise of stories."
"That's quite alright," said Harry. "Family comes first, after all." Draco raised an eyebrow, and Harry pretended great interest in the menu, even though he had already decided what to order.
"How are Mr. and Mrs. Weasley these days?" Draco asked, eyes on his own menu.
"They're well," Harry replied. "They have several grandchildren of their own to dote on now."
"Are they disappointed that you never married into the family and contributed additional little gingers?" drawled Draco. At Harry's surprised expression, Draco gave a soft snort. "Mum kept me apprised of the social scene in London while I was in France, Potter."
Harry wanted to ask if Draco had inquired about him specifically, but he didn't push his luck. The waiter came and took their orders, leaving Harry and Draco to make small talk.
"How did you end up in France?" Harry asked.
"The family has holdings there," said Draco. "I wanted to put the war behind me and get a fresh start, and France was the logical choice. What of you?" he questioned. "I would have thought you were bound for the Auror Department."
"I wanted to put the war and fighting behind me, too," Harry replied. "I traveled for a time, and yes, I did make it to France. It's a beautiful country. Did you meet your husband there, or was he a prior acquaintance?"
Draco seemed startled, and Harry hastened to add, "My apologies, Malfoy. I'm certain it's still painful to talk about."
"To the contrary, Potter," said Draco. "I don't mind speaking about Emile, but everyone else assumes it will be too difficult for me and the children. They need to talk about their father; it helps them work through their grief. They miss him."
"As do you, I'm sure," Harry remarked.
Draco nodded. "Raising four children by myself is difficult," he said. "That's the reason I moved back to Wiltshire. My parents have been brilliant with the kids."
"Forgive me, but I am having a difficult time imagining your father helping out with the children," said Harry.
"Emmaline has him wrapped around her little finger," Draco chuckled. "My father positively dotes on her, and he's been a good influence on the boys. Mignon has become my mother's shadow. She misses her other grandmother."
Draco paused to take a drink of wine. "As to your question about Emile, I met him when I first moved to France. We began seeing one another, and it was nice. Comfortable. Emile provided me with sanity and stability. I proposed to him on impulse over dinner one evening, and I was surprised when he accepted."
"That doesn't sound terribly romantic, Malfoy."
"Don't get me wrong, Potter," said Draco. "I loved Emile, but I admit I wasn't in love with him, if that doesn't sound too barmy."
"I understand what you mean," Harry told him. "That sums up the feelings I had for Ginny."
They continued conversing quietly, catching up on each other's lives. Once their table was cleared of dishes, Harry gathered his courage and said, "I'd like to call on you again some time, Malfoy."
"Call on me? As in, come to the Manor for a visit?"
"Yes, if that would be acceptable," said Harry.
Draco frowned at him in confusion. "Why do you wish to call on me?" he asked.
"I enjoyed spending this evening with you," Harry replied. "I also find you quite attractive."
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Draco asked. "Specifically, four somethings?"
Harry grinned at him. "Your children are wonderful," he said. "Mignon's candor is refreshing, the boys are polite and intelligent, and Emmaline is a delight. I would enjoy seeing more of them, as well."
When Draco simply stared at him as if taking his measure, Harry stifled a sigh of disappointment. "Forgive me for being so forward, Malfoy," he said. "If you don't wish to spend any more time in my company, I will understand and accept your decision."
"I would be delighted to spend more time in your acquaintance, Potter," said Draco. "The question is, why are you so eager to spend time with me?"
Harry elected to respond to the question with humor. He leaned over the table, lowered his voice, and said, "It will enable me to keep an eye on you. I am convinced you're up to something nefarious."
Draco's eyes widened in surprise, and then he laughed out loud. "I am sorry to disappoint you, Potter," he said, "but, alas, all of my evil plans have been thwarted by fatherhood. Raising children is a time-consuming endeavor."
"Ah," mused Harry. "I would still like to call on you some time to make sure."
Draco smiled and gave a slight shake of his head. "Very well, Potter," he said. "You may call on me at the Manor, but please arrange your visit ahead of time. I will need to hide all of my dark artefacts and other accouterments for evil plans."
Harry waited a respectable three days before sending Draco an owl, requesting permission to visit him at the Manor. Draco didn't make him wait overlong for a response; his own owl arrived within the hour, indicating that Harry was welcome to call on the family at tea time the following day.
The next day, Harry spent over an hour getting ready. Not only did he have to appear presentable and desirable to Draco Malfoy, Harry also wanted to appeal to the children as well as make a good impression on Draco's parents.
By the time Harry Apparated to the gates of Malfoy Manor and trudged up the winding lane to the imposing dwelling, his nerves were badly frayed. He clutched a bouquet of exotic flowers in one hand and a bottle of fine, aged wine in the other.
Draco himself opened the door to Harry's knock. He eyed the gifts in Harry's hands and smiled. "For me?" he asked.
"For your parents," Harry corrected him.
"You're playing dirty, Potter," Draco grumbled. Nevertheless, he stepped aside and gestured for Harry to enter.
"It's good manners to offer one's host and hostess a gift," Harry protested.
"Is that the only reason you've arrived bearing gifts?"
"No," admitted Harry. "I felt a peace offering would be needed. I don't expect your parents are overjoyed to have me in their home."
"This may surprise you, Potter, but mother is all a'twitter."
Harry was surprised. "She is?" he blurted.
Draco nodded. "She hopes your visit means you wish to court me." He led Harry through a labyrinth of corridors as they conversed.
"How does your father feel about the situation?" Harry couldn't resist asking.
"He seems...amused," replied Draco.
Harry wanted to know more, but Draco pushed open the door to a large, well-appointed parlor and announced Harry's arrival to the rest of the Malfoys.
Lucius Malfoy stood and greeted Harry with a firm handshake. "Potter," he said, giving a regal nod.
"Mr. Malfoy," Harry returned. He offered the bottle of wine to the elder Malfoy. "A gift for your cellar," Harry added.
Lucius accepted it and studied the label. "A fine vintage," he proclaimed. "Thank you, Potter."
Harry stepped forward to greet Narcissa. She had remained seated on a velvet divan, as befitted a lady. "These are for you, Mrs. Malfoy," said Harry.
"Why, they're lovely, Harry," she exclaimed. "May I call you Harry?"
Harry beamed at her. "Please do," he invited.
Draco stepped up next to Harry and said, "Children, you remember Mr. Potter?"
"Dwagon!" shouted Emmaline, toddling up to Harry and glomming onto one of his legs.
Harry chuckled and bent down, scooping Emmaline up and hoisting her high in the air. She shrieked in glee, and Harry laughed, enjoying the little girl's enthusiasm. This was what he was missing in his own life.
A throat was cleared, and Harry glanced to his left, seeing Lucius with a faint scowl on his face. He tucked Emmaline against his side and sent Draco a guilty grin. "Sorry about that," Harry said, directing his apology to Draco. "Rosie used to love it when I did that to her."
"That's quite alright, Potter," said Draco, stepping close to pry Emmaline away. "Emma, please stop wrinkling our guest," he scolded when his daughter clung to Harry with fierce determination.
"Dwagon," Emmaline pouted. She allowed herself to be extricated from Harry's embrace and handed off to Narcissa.
"I'll ring for tea," Narcissa said brightly. "Come along, children."
The other three children followed Narcissa to the table, which had been set for tea. Narcissa rang a small bell, and two house-elves, wearing simple frocks, appeared with tea and nibbles. Harry, Draco and Lucius joined the rest of the family. Harry was seated across the table from Draco, sandwiched between Mignon and Philippe. Lucius and Narcissa sat at the ends of the table, while Jean-Luc and Emmaline flanked their father.
"Harry, Draco tells me you keep busy organizing Quidditch matches for children during the summer months," said Narcissa.
Harry sneaked a glance at Draco, but Draco busied himself adding items to Emmaline's plate. "Yes, I do," said Harry, responding to his hostess. "I find it relaxing and rewarding, and the children enjoy it, too."
"Perhaps Mignon will be interested," commented Lucius. "She already shows signs of being a fine Seeker."
Harry looked at the girl seated next to him. "That's wonderful," he praised. "Your father was an excellent Seeker, too."
"I never managed to best Mr. Potter, however," Draco said with an exaggerated sigh.
"That's because he cheated," Mignon stated.
"Mignon Louise Narcissa!" snapped Draco.
Harry's shoulders shook with silent laughter, and he risked a glance at Draco, whose expression was shocked and dismayed.
"Andromeda said you stopped by for a visit," Narcissa said in a too-bright voice. It was obvious she was trying to steer the conversation back to safe territory.
Harry accepted the change of topic with good grace and launched into a tale about Teddy. From there, the conversation flowed smoothly, and Harry made sure to include not only the children, but also Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. When it was time to leave, he was almost disappointed.
As one, the family rose from the table while the house-elves cleared the remnants of tea.
"Draco, why don't you walk Harry to the Apparition point?" suggested Narcissa.
Harry hid a grin. He had a feeling that Narcissa was on his side. He said his goodbyes to the family, and Harry bestowed his brightest smile on Emmaline when she waved to him and said, "Bye bye, Dwagon" again.
Harry was glad of Draco's company as they exited the Manor house and ambled down the lane to the gates. "I had a wonderful time today," he commented.
"As did I," said Draco. "It was quite pleasant."
Excellent, thought Harry. On to the second phase.
"I'm taking Teddy to a Muggle zoo on Saturday," he said. "Would you and the children care to join us?" When Draco seemed to hesitate, Harry added, "Your brood should get to know their cousin, and I think all of them would enjoy it."
Draco appeared to be thinking it over, and Harry prodded him along. "Perhaps Emmaline can see a real, live Komodo dwagon."
Draco gave a short bark of laughter. "Prat," he accused. "Very well, Potter, you win. The children and I will Floo to Aunt Andromeda's for a short visit, and once you join us, we will go to the zoo. I hope you're up to the challenge of keeping an eye on five rambunctious children."
Harry smiled at him and said, "I'm always up for a challenge."
It was raining when Harry awoke on Saturday morning, but the meteorologist on the telly assured him that the rain would stop by mid-morning. Harry puttered aimlessly around his flat until it was time for him to Floo to Andromeda's. He hoped that Draco had had a pleasant visit with his aunt, and that the children were getting along. Teddy was older than Mignon, but he did love to play football, and Harry knew that Draco's boys would enjoy playing with him.
Harry emerged from the Floo into chaos. Emmaline was crying while Mignon tried to comfort her, Andromeda was holding a handkerchief to Jean-Luc's bloodied nose, and Draco was giving Philippe a dressing-down. Teddy sat and watched it all in wide-eyed silence.
As soon as Emmaline spied Harry, she held her arms up to him and bleated, "Dwagon!"
Harry immediately crossed the room and plucked her from Mignon's lap. Emmaline burrowed close to him and sobbed, wetting his shirt with her tears. "What happened?" asked Harry.
Teddy answered him. "Philippe accidentally kicked the football into Jean's face, and when Mignon and I helped him into the house, Emma saw him and started to cry. Then, Uncle Draco got angry and yelled at Philippe-"
"I did not yell at anyone!"
"...while Grandma Summoned a hankie to wipe Jean's nose with."
"I see," Harry said slowly. He patted Emmaline's back as her sobs subsided. "How bad is the damage?" Harry asked Andromeda.
She pointed her wand at Jean-Luc's face. "Episkey!" she said before turning to Harry. "What damage?" sighed Andromeda, giving him a faint smile.
"That's settled, then," Harry said brightly. "Jean-Luc, why don't you go clean up before we leave?" As the boy left to do his bidding, Harry turned to Draco, hoping he hadn't overstepped any boundaries. He saw Draco looking at him with one eyebrow cocked.
"We are still going to the zoo, are we not?" Harry asked.
"Yes, of course," Draco said. "I promised the children, and I don't wish to disappoint them." Jean-Luc returned at that moment, and Draco clapped a hand on Philippe's shoulder. "Apologize to your brother," he instructed.
"Je suis désolé, Jean-Luc," mumbled Philippe.
"I know you didn't do it on purpose," said Jean-Luc.
Draco smiled and ruffled his youngest son's hair. "Who wants to go to the zoo?!" he exclaimed.
All five children responded with a chorus of cheers.
After a sound lecture on how to behave among Muggles, Draco pronounced they were ready to go. Once their group arrived at the zoo, Emmaline refused to relinquish her grip on Harry. He assured Draco he didn't mind carrying her, and they procured a map of the zoo and headed out. The children exclaimed in delight at each new exhibit.
When they came to an enclosure with a rhinoceros, Emmaline pointed and shouted, "Dwagon!"
A lovely young woman standing nearby turned her head and laughed. "Your daughter is adorable," she said to Harry.
He didn't bother to correct her; Emmaline did have dark hair, after all. "Thank you," said Harry, beaming in pride. He caught Draco staring at him with a raised brow again. Harry simply shrugged. "It was simpler than explaining the situation to her," he said.
Draco merely grinned and shook his head. He then called out sharply to Teddy and Mignon, who were ranging too far ahead. They clattered back with matching guilty expressions.
"Dad, Teddy says there are tigers and lions up ahead," Mignon said, breathless with excitement.
"We will get there," Draco admonished. "If you keep wandering away, however, we will be going straight home."
Mignon frowned, but she nodded dutifully.
When they finally reached the lions, Emmaline clung to Harry in fear when one of the big cats roared. Harry patted her back and said, "Shush, kitty."
Emmaline giggled and pointed at the lion. "Shush, kitty!" she scolded.
"You certainly have a way with children," said Draco. He gave Teddy a firm poke in the back when lion ears began to manifest through the boy's hair.
Harry laughed. "You seem to do alright in the parenting department, yourself," he said, handing off Emmaline in favor of clapping a firm hand down on Teddy's shoulder. "No more of that, young man," Harry scolded.
Harry ambled along the walkway once more, leading the procession of children and Draco. Mignon kept pace with him, asking about the various animals they saw. She was especially delighted with the colorful tropical birds, and Harry pointed to a hyacinth macaw. "I like those birds," he said. "Dark blue is my favorite color."
"I like the white ones," said Mignon.
"Those are cockatoos," Harry told her. They discussed other birds and read the placards for information on the birds that Harry was unfamiliar with.
Eventually, Emmaline grew tired, and Draco called a halt. "We should probably head back home," he said.
The older children responded with disappointed groans, and Harry wanted to join in. Instead, he smiled and nodded. "I've had a good time," he said.
"So have I," Draco answered with an easy grin of his own.
They wrangled the children out of the zoo and made their way to the nearest safe Apparition point. The noise level at Andromeda's home increased as each of the children tried to tell her about their experiences. Harry hung back with Draco and a dozing Emmaline, wondering how to finagle his way into seeing Draco again.
"I'm going to Diagon Alley the day after tomorrow," said Draco. "Would you...would you like to meet for lunch?"
"I would love to," Harry replied. He reached out to pet Emmaline's dark curls.
"Bye, Dwagon," she mumbled.
Harry's heart melted. He wanted nothing more than to be a father to that precious little girl. His eyes lifted to Draco's as he stepped into the Floo. Of course, being a husband to Draco Malfoy would have its perks, as well.
Harry was still smiling when he vanished in a flash of green.
Harry was so eager to meet Draco again that he arrived at the small bistro a full half hour early. That meant he had to smile politely at everyone who approached to speak to him and even sign a few autographs. Harry was relieved when he finally spied Draco entering the bistro, with Mignon capering along behind him. Harry stood up, as befitted a gentleman in the presence of a young lady.
Draco pulled out a chair for his daughter, seating her with a flourish before taking the chair across from Harry.
"Hello, Mignon," Harry greeted her as he sat back down. He was pleased to see the girl, as well as her father.
"Hello, Mr. Potter," she returned the greeting.
"What brings you to Diagon Alley on such a fine day?" asked Harry.
"Daddy and I are shopping for a birthday gift for grandmother Narcissa," she said.
"Mother insisted that Mignon has better taste than I do," Draco lamented.
"She said you needed help shopping for girls," Mignon corrected him. "Papa always picked out my gifts."
Draco looked crestfallen, and Harry hastened to smooth over the awkwardness. "Emile must have had excellent taste," he said.
Mignon looked at him with interest. "Did you know my father?" she asked.
"No," Harry replied, "but he must have been a wonderful man to have such wonderful children as you and your brothers and sister."
Mignon beamed at him before saying, "Grandma Louise says Daddy should start dating again."
Harry glanced at Draco and was amused to see a faint flush coloring his cheeks. "Is that where your second name comes from?" he asked Mignon.
She nodded and launched into a story about her grandmother. When a waitress stopped at their table, Draco ordered for himself and Mignon, while Harry placed his own order.
As they waited for their meals, Harry spent equal time conversing with Draco and Mignon. By the time their food arrived, Harry had promised Mignon a return trip to the Muggle zoo sometime, with her father's permission, of course.
Draco agreed that they could go to the zoo again, but only if Mignon behaved herself. Draco then gave Harry a cheeky wink over his daughter's head. Once their dishes were cleared away, Draco sent Mignon to the washroom while he and Harry settled the bill.
"Wish your mum a happy birthday for me," Harry said.
"You can tell her yourself," said Draco. "She's having a party, and I saw your name on the guest list. If you haven't received an invitation yet, you will soon."
"I may need to enlist Mignon's aid in selecting a gift, then," Harry chuckled.
"Why don't you come with us?" suggested Draco. "Mignon can help both of us choose gifts."
Harry accepted, eager to spend more time with Draco and his daughter.
After consulting with Hermione and Ginny, Harry was forced to acknowledge that yes, he would need to dress formally to attend Narcissa Malfoy's birthday ball. He threw caution to the wind and allowed his friends to drag him on an excursion to buy a suitable outfit. It was a long, tiring and aggravating day, but in the end it was worth it.
Harry dressed on the evening of the party and paused to assess his reflection in the mirror. He was pleased with his appearance, and he hoped Draco would be, as well. Of course, Harry also hoped to impress Draco's parents. If he could get them in his corner, his pursuit of Draco would be much easier.
Harry smoothed a palm down the front of his dark green, knee-length dress robes and brushed a bit of lint from his black trousers. He nodded to himself in the mirror, then turned and strode for the Floo before he lost his nerve.
The guest of honor herself greeted Harry when he emerged from the Floo.
"Harry, how nice of you to come," gushed Narcissa. "My, don't you look handsome," she added, eyeing his appearance.
Harry felt some of the tension leave his shoulders.
"Potter," Lucius nodded from his position at his wife's side.
"You'll find Draco in the ballroom," said Narcissa.
Harry's shoulders tightened again. Was he that obvious? "I came to see you tonight," he said with a forced laugh, handing Narcissa the gift that Mignon had helped him select.
"Nonsense, and call me Narcissa."
Harry risked a glance at Lucius, surprised to see the elder Malfoy merely raise an eyebrow at him. "Right, I'll, uh, I'll just join the other guests, shall I?" stammered Harry. He fled as slowly and calmly as possible to the ballroom. Harry paused inside the arched doorway to search for Draco. His view was blocked by a hulking body.
"Fairy cake?" offered Goyle, extending a loaded plate.
Harry looked up, tensing for battle. Instead, he discovered that Goyle had an affable grin on his face and a bit of icing on his chin. "Thanks," said Harry, accepting the peace offering.
Goyle nodded. "Draco's over there, by the French doors," he said, gesturing with a meaty hand.
"I'm not-" Harry began, only to realize he was speaking to Goyle's retreating back. "Not just here to see Draco," Harry finished on a sigh. It was a lie, and he knew it, but how did everyone else seem to know that he had his cap set for Draco Malfoy?
Harry took a bite of the fairy cake, making sure not to end up wearing any, as Goyle had done. He wished he had something to drink.
"Champagne?"
Harry turned his head to see an elegantly gowned Pansy Parkinson-Nott holding out a flute of bubbly liquid. Harry accepted it with a smile of gratitude, confident that she wouldn't dare poison him at Narcissa Malfoy's birthday ball.
"Draco has been looking for you," said Pansy. Her dark eyes flashed with warning. "If you hurt him, I'll hex your balls off."
Harry choked on a drink of champagne. "But, I-" he sputtered, only to trail off lamely when Pansy spun on one stiletto and stalked away with a swish of silk. Harry watched her go, expression bemused as he absently took another bite of the fairy cake. He waited until both the treat and the champagne were gone before winding his way through the crowd towards Draco. Harry was hailed by several other guests along the way, delaying his arrival at the French doors.
When Draco turned to smile at him, Harry's heart tripped in his chest. He smiled back.
"There you are, Harry," Draco beamed. "You've a bit of icing on your chin," he added, handing Harry a serviette.
Harry sighed and dabbed at his chin. "Am I presentable now?" he asked.
Draco looked him over from head to toe, causing heat to pool in Harry's stomach.
"You do clean up well," said Draco. "Granger?" he teased.
Harry gave a sheepish nod. "And Ginny," he confessed.
"They have marvelous taste," said Draco.
"You've cleaned up well, too," Harry said, enjoying the banter. "Mignon?"
Draco laughed. "Mignon only ventured an opinion on the color," he said. "She told me dark blue would look smashing on me."
Harry's grin widened. It seemed Draco's daughter also knew that he was courting her father, and she had given her tacit approval by suggesting Draco wear Harry's favorite color. "Mignon has excellent taste, as well," said Harry. "Who knows what atrocious gift your mother would have received from me had Mignon not helped me choose something."
They chatted a few minutes more before Draco sighed in regret. "Forgive me, Harry," he said, "but I need to mingle with the other guests."
"I suspect I need to do some mingling of my own," said Harry.
Draco gave Harry's upper arm a squeeze before striding away to speak to an older couple that Harry didn't recognize.
"Hello, Harry."
Harry turned his head. "Luna!" he exclaimed. "What brings you here?"
"Neville and I are members of Mrs. Malfoy's garden club," said Luna. "She has the most beautiful roses here at the Manor."
"Is Neville here, too?" asked Harry, craning his neck to see over the crowd.
"He's talking to Pansy and Theodore," said Luna.
"What could they possibly have in common?" wondered Harry.
"Theodore is quite the herbologist himself," Luna replied. "He and Neville regularly exchange clippings."
"That's interesting," Harry said, still trying to come to terms with Neville voluntarily interacting with Theodore Nott.
Luna patted Harry's arm. "Save me a dance," she said. "Don't spend all evening dancing with Draco."
Harry's jaw dropped. "Luna, I-"
When he realized he was speaking to empty air as Luna skipped away, Harry closed his mouth and shook his head. It seemed everyone here tonight considered that he and Draco were a couple. Harry wondered what Draco thought of their relationship, or if he even acknowledged that they had a relationship.
Harry put the situation firmly out of his mind as he moved among the other guests. He and Draco occasionally crossed paths, and Harry's pulse hammered each time Draco smiled at him. An hour later, a string quartet struck up a waltz, and Lucius guided Narcissa onto the dance floor. Everyone paused to watch. They were an elegant couple and obviously used to dancing together as they seemed to float across the floor.
Harry sighed in envy. He hoped to dance like that with someone some day.
"Would you care to dance?"
Harry turned and smiled up at Draco. "I'd like that, yeah," he murmured. He took Draco's hand and allowed Draco to lead him onto the dance floor. Harry didn't mind when Draco took the lead in the waltz. Harry wasn't a confident dancer, but with Draco's expert guidance, he soon found himself stepping and turning across the floor almost as beautifully as the elder Malfoys. Other couples had joined them, making Harry feel less self-conscious. For once, he found himself enjoying a waltz, and Harry was disappointed when the song ended.
"I'm afraid I won't be able to monopolize your time," Draco whispered, leaning close. "Save a few more dances for me, will you?"
"Of course," Harry responded. He returned to the sidelines and spotted Luna. She couldn't seem to drag Neville away from Nott, so Harry approached and stole her away from her husband.
"You and Draco make a good couple," Luna commented as Harry whirled her around the floor.
"Why do-"
"Oh look!" Luna cried. "Draco is dancing with Narcissa now. How wonderful!" She then went on to babble about polka-dotted flutterbys and how it was important to attract them to one's gardens.
Harry smiled and nodded and then handed Luna back to Neville at the end of the song. Harry glanced around, searching for another dance partner as a new waltz began. Pansy appeared to be at loose ends, and Harry mustered his courage and approached her.
"May I have this dance?" he requested formally.
Pansy set aside a flute of champagne and let Harry lead her to the dance floor.
Harry opened with a neutral topic. "I didn't realize you and your husband were such good friends with Neville and Luna."
"Theodore and Longbottom both love to garden, Potter."
"That's what Luna told me," said Harry. He geared up for a more direct question about Draco. "How did-"
"Luna is rather charming, once you get to know her," mused Pansy. "She speaks highly of you, as does Draco."
Now, they were getting somewhere.
Harry grinned. "What does-"
"Potter, if I may cut in," said Nott. "I'd like to dance with my wife."
"Of course," Harry acquiesced, handing Pansy off to her husband. He strolled off of the dance floor and helped himself to a glass of punch. Harry was still baffled at everyone's reaction to him and Draco together, but each time he tried to ask about it, he was foiled.
Harry spent the evening dancing with various partners, including a few more dances with Draco. Late in the evening, after some of the guests had already left, Harry found himself partnered with Draco once more. They were dancing close together, and the heat of Draco's body seeped into Harry's. It was arousing, and Harry had to beg off before he embarrassed himself.
"Would you like to step outside for some fresh air?" Draco offered.
Harry nodded in agreement, and they exited through the French doors and strolled out into the garden. Other couples and clusters of people were outside, conversing in quiet murmurs.
"Your mum's gardens are lovely," Harry observed.
"Her pride and joy," said Draco.
"I thought you were her pride and joy," Harry teased.
"Alas, once Mignon was born, I was rudely pushed aside in my mother's affections," lamented Draco.
Harry laughed at his dramatics. "I'm sure she loves you just as much as she loves her grandchildren," he said. He envied Draco that.
Draco halted in an unoccupied section of the garden and turned to face Harry. "She adores you, too," he said.
Harry's heart skipped a beat. "Draco, that's-"
Harry's words were lost in the wonder of the gentle kiss that Draco bestowed on him. Harry melted against Draco, angling his head to better fit their mouths together. His level of arousal rose rapidly, and Harry pressed closed to Draco.
The low hum of approaching voices caused Draco to take a hasty step back, putting a respectable distance between them. Another couple came into view, walking slowly hand-in-hand. Harry nodded to them, while Draco greeted them by name.
Draco looked at Harry and gave him a rueful smile. "I suppose we should return to the party," he said. "Mum is counting on me to help with the hosting duties."
Harry was disappointed, but he didn't argue. He felt better when Draco took his hand as they walked back to the Manor.
Draco paused just outside of the doors, where the soft strains of another waltz filtered through. "Harry," he began, "would you like to join me at my home for dinner this week?"
"I'd love to," said Harry, "but, isn't the Manor your home?"
"The children and I have been staying with my parents while I sort out the estate I bought three years ago," said Draco. "It was in need of sprucing up and airing out, and the childrens' bedrooms are being redecorated to their individual tastes."
Harry's lips quirked. "You plan to make me earn my dinner by painting, don't you?"
"Tosser," chuckled Draco. "I was hoping you could provide some input on a small-scale Quidditch pitch on the property. Plus, I...well, I enjoy spending time with you," he added.
Harry's heart swelled with hope. Perhaps he was nearer to his goal than he'd anticipated. Harry had been prepared for a long, gentle siege of Draco's affections, but he wasn't about to argue if Draco chose to surrender early.
"I enjoy spending time with you, too," Harry confessed.
"Fantastic," Draco breathed. His eyes fastened onto Harry's lips, and he swayed closer.
A burst of laughter from inside the ballroom caused Draco to draw back with a bemused shake of his head. "I'll owl soon with the details," he said, opening the glass doors.
"Brilliant," beamed Harry. "I'm looking forward to it."
Harry didn't have to wait long. The day following Narcissa's party, an elegant owl arrived, bearing an invitation to dinner at Draco's home in the south of Wiltshire. Harry wrote a quick acceptance and sent the owl winging away again. He wondered if the children would be present. As much as Harry enjoyed their company, he was hoping for some one on one time with their father.
Time would tell. For now, Harry had two days to prepare for dinner, and he wanted to look his best. He picked up his mobile phone and rang Hermione.
Here Be Dwagons, part 2
Author/Artist:
enchanted_jae
Prompt Number: #7 by
brinimc
Pairing(s): Draco/Harry, mentions of past Draco/omc, Lucius/Narcissa
Summary: Draco Malfoy has what Harry always wanted--a family. Harry begins to court Draco in hopes of gaining his heart's desire through marriage.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Warning(s): Mpreg
Epilogue compliant? Non-epilogue compliant
Word Count: 12k
Author's Notes: Creating this family was a delight, and I only wish I'd had more time to keep writing! Special thanks to
kitty_fic for tackling the beta on this one.
Harry sat on an uncomfortable park bench, pretending to read The Daily Prophet. In truth, he was hiding behind the paper while he spied on the Malfoys--Draco Malfoy and his children, to be precise. Harry couldn't help but be envious; Draco had what Harry had always wanted most. A family.
A childish giggle caused Harry to peer over the edge of his paper again. Draco had caught his youngest girl, a dark-haired toddler, around her middle and lofted her into the air. She was smiling and laughing, obviously trusting her father not to let her fall. The two middle children, both blond boys, wrestled on the ground, while Draco's oldest daughter observed them with a bored expression on her face. Mignon, her name was. Harry had done his research.
After being absolved of any crimes at his trial, Draco Malfoy had left England and moved to France. There, he met and married his husband Emile Robard. During their nine-year marriage, they had four children: Mignon, Jean-Luc, Philippe and Emmaline. Emile had died as a result of a skiing accident when Emmaline was but an infant. Draco had remained in mourning in France for a period of one year before returning to his ancestral home in Wiltshire, where he'd kept a very low profile until just recently.
Harry had first seen Draco and his family in the Prophet, and he was immediately intrigued. He'd been stealthily watching them ever since.
Stalking, Hermine had proclaimed.
Harry snorted from behind the safety of his paper at the thought of it. He simply enjoyed observing Draco and his children. It made Harry long to be a part of their family. His heart beat faster as he imagined it. Harry had always been inexplicably attracted to Draco. He was single, and Draco was now a widower. Harry wouldn't admit it out loud, but he was seriously considering paying court to Draco Malfoy. He would give almost anything to be part of a family like Draco had.
By this time, the boys had gone from scuffling on the ground to kicking a Muggle football back and forth between them. Harry ducked behind the paper to hide his astonished grin. He never would have suspected Draco, of all people, to allow his sons to play footie. As luck would have it, the ball took a funny bounce and rolled directly over to where Harry was sitting on the bench. There was nothing he could do but come clean. Harry set his paper aside and picked up the ball. Jean-Luc dashed forward and halted a safe distance from Harry, wide-eyed and anxious.
Harry smiled to put the boy at ease and tossed the ball back to him.
"Merci," said Jean-Luc. "Thank you!" He turned away to rejoin his father, only to halt uncertainly when Draco walked up behind him.
"Potter," said Draco. "I see you've made my son's acquaintance. Jean-Luc, did you thank Mr. Potter?"
"Yes, he did," said Harry, at the same time as the boy blurted out, "That's Harry Potter?!"
Harry stood up and held out his hand. "I'm pleased to meet you, Jean-Luc," he said.
Draco's son stared up at him with his mouth agape for a moment before he recovered his manners. He shifted the ball to his left arm and politely shook Harry's hand. "It's an honor to meet you, Mr Potter," Jean-Luc gushed. "Father has told me so much about you."
By now, the other Malfoy children had come to join their father, and Harry could see a faint blush stain Draco's cheeks.
Harry kept his attention on Jean-Luc for the moment. "Oh, I'm quite certain your father could tell you some entertaining tales about our days at Hogwarts."
"Really, Potter, I assure you I left out most of the-"
"Did you really save dad from a burning room?" asked Mignon, stepping forward.
"It would have been a shame to leave him behind," Harry told her. He sneaked a glance at Draco and wondered if he would self-combust from the heat of embarrassment now coloring his face.
"Did you ride a hippogriff?" asked Jean-Luc.
"And a dragon?" Philippe chimed in.
"Dwagon!" cried little Emmaline, clutching at Draco's collar.
It was Harry's turn to be embarrassed. He scrubbed a hand through his hair and tried to make light of things. "Well, I-"
"Dad says you cheated at Quidditch," Mignon announced.
Harry couldn't help himself. He threw his head back and laughed.
Draco was not amused. "Mignon," he said sharply to his daughter. "Take your brothers to the field and play footie with them."
The girl's expression indicated she realized her faux pas, and she obeyed her father's order without argument. "Yes, sir," Mignon mumbled before leading the two boys away.
Draco shifted Emmaline on his hip. "My apologies, Potter," he said stiffly.
Harry waved him off. "I haven't laughed so hard in weeks," he said. "However, I believe some restitution is in order."
"Restitution?" Draco queried. He rescued a strand of his hair from Emmaline's fingers. "What manner of restitution?"
"Have dinner with me tomorrow night," Harry said.
"You wish to have dinner with me?"
"Yes," replied Harry. "I'd like a chance to catch up and hear about what you've been doing in recent years."
"I find that difficult to believe," said Draco, his eyes narrowed on Harry.
"Very well, then," said Harry. "I'd like the chance to boast about my exploits of the past several years."
This time, it was Draco who burst into startled laughter. "Oh, Potter," he chuckled. "I'd forgotten how amusing you can be."
"Dinner at eight?" Harry pressed. "I'll allow you to choose the restaurant."
"That's magnanimous, considering that dinner will be my treat," said Draco. "It wouldn't be restitution, otherwise."
Harry was too delighted with Draco's acquiescence to argue. They arranged to meet at a popular, Muggle restaurant in London. When Draco turned to leave, Emmaline waved a chubby hand at Harry and chirped, "Bye bye, Dwagon."
Harry laughed and sauntered away with a bounce in his step.
Harry arrived early and selected a table that would allow him to converse easily with Draco, yet would not seem too intimate. He didn't want to scare Draco off. Harry smiled when he saw Draco making his way through the restaurant to join him.
"I apologize for my tardiness, Potter," said Draco, sinking gracefully into the chair opposite Harry's. "Emmaline was reluctant to allow me to leave her with my parents. Mum finally bribed her with sweets and the promise of stories."
"That's quite alright," said Harry. "Family comes first, after all." Draco raised an eyebrow, and Harry pretended great interest in the menu, even though he had already decided what to order.
"How are Mr. and Mrs. Weasley these days?" Draco asked, eyes on his own menu.
"They're well," Harry replied. "They have several grandchildren of their own to dote on now."
"Are they disappointed that you never married into the family and contributed additional little gingers?" drawled Draco. At Harry's surprised expression, Draco gave a soft snort. "Mum kept me apprised of the social scene in London while I was in France, Potter."
Harry wanted to ask if Draco had inquired about him specifically, but he didn't push his luck. The waiter came and took their orders, leaving Harry and Draco to make small talk.
"How did you end up in France?" Harry asked.
"The family has holdings there," said Draco. "I wanted to put the war behind me and get a fresh start, and France was the logical choice. What of you?" he questioned. "I would have thought you were bound for the Auror Department."
"I wanted to put the war and fighting behind me, too," Harry replied. "I traveled for a time, and yes, I did make it to France. It's a beautiful country. Did you meet your husband there, or was he a prior acquaintance?"
Draco seemed startled, and Harry hastened to add, "My apologies, Malfoy. I'm certain it's still painful to talk about."
"To the contrary, Potter," said Draco. "I don't mind speaking about Emile, but everyone else assumes it will be too difficult for me and the children. They need to talk about their father; it helps them work through their grief. They miss him."
"As do you, I'm sure," Harry remarked.
Draco nodded. "Raising four children by myself is difficult," he said. "That's the reason I moved back to Wiltshire. My parents have been brilliant with the kids."
"Forgive me, but I am having a difficult time imagining your father helping out with the children," said Harry.
"Emmaline has him wrapped around her little finger," Draco chuckled. "My father positively dotes on her, and he's been a good influence on the boys. Mignon has become my mother's shadow. She misses her other grandmother."
Draco paused to take a drink of wine. "As to your question about Emile, I met him when I first moved to France. We began seeing one another, and it was nice. Comfortable. Emile provided me with sanity and stability. I proposed to him on impulse over dinner one evening, and I was surprised when he accepted."
"That doesn't sound terribly romantic, Malfoy."
"Don't get me wrong, Potter," said Draco. "I loved Emile, but I admit I wasn't in love with him, if that doesn't sound too barmy."
"I understand what you mean," Harry told him. "That sums up the feelings I had for Ginny."
They continued conversing quietly, catching up on each other's lives. Once their table was cleared of dishes, Harry gathered his courage and said, "I'd like to call on you again some time, Malfoy."
"Call on me? As in, come to the Manor for a visit?"
"Yes, if that would be acceptable," said Harry.
Draco frowned at him in confusion. "Why do you wish to call on me?" he asked.
"I enjoyed spending this evening with you," Harry replied. "I also find you quite attractive."
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Draco asked. "Specifically, four somethings?"
Harry grinned at him. "Your children are wonderful," he said. "Mignon's candor is refreshing, the boys are polite and intelligent, and Emmaline is a delight. I would enjoy seeing more of them, as well."
When Draco simply stared at him as if taking his measure, Harry stifled a sigh of disappointment. "Forgive me for being so forward, Malfoy," he said. "If you don't wish to spend any more time in my company, I will understand and accept your decision."
"I would be delighted to spend more time in your acquaintance, Potter," said Draco. "The question is, why are you so eager to spend time with me?"
Harry elected to respond to the question with humor. He leaned over the table, lowered his voice, and said, "It will enable me to keep an eye on you. I am convinced you're up to something nefarious."
Draco's eyes widened in surprise, and then he laughed out loud. "I am sorry to disappoint you, Potter," he said, "but, alas, all of my evil plans have been thwarted by fatherhood. Raising children is a time-consuming endeavor."
"Ah," mused Harry. "I would still like to call on you some time to make sure."
Draco smiled and gave a slight shake of his head. "Very well, Potter," he said. "You may call on me at the Manor, but please arrange your visit ahead of time. I will need to hide all of my dark artefacts and other accouterments for evil plans."
Harry waited a respectable three days before sending Draco an owl, requesting permission to visit him at the Manor. Draco didn't make him wait overlong for a response; his own owl arrived within the hour, indicating that Harry was welcome to call on the family at tea time the following day.
The next day, Harry spent over an hour getting ready. Not only did he have to appear presentable and desirable to Draco Malfoy, Harry also wanted to appeal to the children as well as make a good impression on Draco's parents.
By the time Harry Apparated to the gates of Malfoy Manor and trudged up the winding lane to the imposing dwelling, his nerves were badly frayed. He clutched a bouquet of exotic flowers in one hand and a bottle of fine, aged wine in the other.
Draco himself opened the door to Harry's knock. He eyed the gifts in Harry's hands and smiled. "For me?" he asked.
"For your parents," Harry corrected him.
"You're playing dirty, Potter," Draco grumbled. Nevertheless, he stepped aside and gestured for Harry to enter.
"It's good manners to offer one's host and hostess a gift," Harry protested.
"Is that the only reason you've arrived bearing gifts?"
"No," admitted Harry. "I felt a peace offering would be needed. I don't expect your parents are overjoyed to have me in their home."
"This may surprise you, Potter, but mother is all a'twitter."
Harry was surprised. "She is?" he blurted.
Draco nodded. "She hopes your visit means you wish to court me." He led Harry through a labyrinth of corridors as they conversed.
"How does your father feel about the situation?" Harry couldn't resist asking.
"He seems...amused," replied Draco.
Harry wanted to know more, but Draco pushed open the door to a large, well-appointed parlor and announced Harry's arrival to the rest of the Malfoys.
Lucius Malfoy stood and greeted Harry with a firm handshake. "Potter," he said, giving a regal nod.
"Mr. Malfoy," Harry returned. He offered the bottle of wine to the elder Malfoy. "A gift for your cellar," Harry added.
Lucius accepted it and studied the label. "A fine vintage," he proclaimed. "Thank you, Potter."
Harry stepped forward to greet Narcissa. She had remained seated on a velvet divan, as befitted a lady. "These are for you, Mrs. Malfoy," said Harry.
"Why, they're lovely, Harry," she exclaimed. "May I call you Harry?"
Harry beamed at her. "Please do," he invited.
Draco stepped up next to Harry and said, "Children, you remember Mr. Potter?"
"Dwagon!" shouted Emmaline, toddling up to Harry and glomming onto one of his legs.
Harry chuckled and bent down, scooping Emmaline up and hoisting her high in the air. She shrieked in glee, and Harry laughed, enjoying the little girl's enthusiasm. This was what he was missing in his own life.
A throat was cleared, and Harry glanced to his left, seeing Lucius with a faint scowl on his face. He tucked Emmaline against his side and sent Draco a guilty grin. "Sorry about that," Harry said, directing his apology to Draco. "Rosie used to love it when I did that to her."
"That's quite alright, Potter," said Draco, stepping close to pry Emmaline away. "Emma, please stop wrinkling our guest," he scolded when his daughter clung to Harry with fierce determination.
"Dwagon," Emmaline pouted. She allowed herself to be extricated from Harry's embrace and handed off to Narcissa.
"I'll ring for tea," Narcissa said brightly. "Come along, children."
The other three children followed Narcissa to the table, which had been set for tea. Narcissa rang a small bell, and two house-elves, wearing simple frocks, appeared with tea and nibbles. Harry, Draco and Lucius joined the rest of the family. Harry was seated across the table from Draco, sandwiched between Mignon and Philippe. Lucius and Narcissa sat at the ends of the table, while Jean-Luc and Emmaline flanked their father.
"Harry, Draco tells me you keep busy organizing Quidditch matches for children during the summer months," said Narcissa.
Harry sneaked a glance at Draco, but Draco busied himself adding items to Emmaline's plate. "Yes, I do," said Harry, responding to his hostess. "I find it relaxing and rewarding, and the children enjoy it, too."
"Perhaps Mignon will be interested," commented Lucius. "She already shows signs of being a fine Seeker."
Harry looked at the girl seated next to him. "That's wonderful," he praised. "Your father was an excellent Seeker, too."
"I never managed to best Mr. Potter, however," Draco said with an exaggerated sigh.
"That's because he cheated," Mignon stated.
"Mignon Louise Narcissa!" snapped Draco.
Harry's shoulders shook with silent laughter, and he risked a glance at Draco, whose expression was shocked and dismayed.
"Andromeda said you stopped by for a visit," Narcissa said in a too-bright voice. It was obvious she was trying to steer the conversation back to safe territory.
Harry accepted the change of topic with good grace and launched into a tale about Teddy. From there, the conversation flowed smoothly, and Harry made sure to include not only the children, but also Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. When it was time to leave, he was almost disappointed.
As one, the family rose from the table while the house-elves cleared the remnants of tea.
"Draco, why don't you walk Harry to the Apparition point?" suggested Narcissa.
Harry hid a grin. He had a feeling that Narcissa was on his side. He said his goodbyes to the family, and Harry bestowed his brightest smile on Emmaline when she waved to him and said, "Bye bye, Dwagon" again.
Harry was glad of Draco's company as they exited the Manor house and ambled down the lane to the gates. "I had a wonderful time today," he commented.
"As did I," said Draco. "It was quite pleasant."
Excellent, thought Harry. On to the second phase.
"I'm taking Teddy to a Muggle zoo on Saturday," he said. "Would you and the children care to join us?" When Draco seemed to hesitate, Harry added, "Your brood should get to know their cousin, and I think all of them would enjoy it."
Draco appeared to be thinking it over, and Harry prodded him along. "Perhaps Emmaline can see a real, live Komodo dwagon."
Draco gave a short bark of laughter. "Prat," he accused. "Very well, Potter, you win. The children and I will Floo to Aunt Andromeda's for a short visit, and once you join us, we will go to the zoo. I hope you're up to the challenge of keeping an eye on five rambunctious children."
Harry smiled at him and said, "I'm always up for a challenge."
It was raining when Harry awoke on Saturday morning, but the meteorologist on the telly assured him that the rain would stop by mid-morning. Harry puttered aimlessly around his flat until it was time for him to Floo to Andromeda's. He hoped that Draco had had a pleasant visit with his aunt, and that the children were getting along. Teddy was older than Mignon, but he did love to play football, and Harry knew that Draco's boys would enjoy playing with him.
Harry emerged from the Floo into chaos. Emmaline was crying while Mignon tried to comfort her, Andromeda was holding a handkerchief to Jean-Luc's bloodied nose, and Draco was giving Philippe a dressing-down. Teddy sat and watched it all in wide-eyed silence.
As soon as Emmaline spied Harry, she held her arms up to him and bleated, "Dwagon!"
Harry immediately crossed the room and plucked her from Mignon's lap. Emmaline burrowed close to him and sobbed, wetting his shirt with her tears. "What happened?" asked Harry.
Teddy answered him. "Philippe accidentally kicked the football into Jean's face, and when Mignon and I helped him into the house, Emma saw him and started to cry. Then, Uncle Draco got angry and yelled at Philippe-"
"I did not yell at anyone!"
"...while Grandma Summoned a hankie to wipe Jean's nose with."
"I see," Harry said slowly. He patted Emmaline's back as her sobs subsided. "How bad is the damage?" Harry asked Andromeda.
She pointed her wand at Jean-Luc's face. "Episkey!" she said before turning to Harry. "What damage?" sighed Andromeda, giving him a faint smile.
"That's settled, then," Harry said brightly. "Jean-Luc, why don't you go clean up before we leave?" As the boy left to do his bidding, Harry turned to Draco, hoping he hadn't overstepped any boundaries. He saw Draco looking at him with one eyebrow cocked.
"We are still going to the zoo, are we not?" Harry asked.
"Yes, of course," Draco said. "I promised the children, and I don't wish to disappoint them." Jean-Luc returned at that moment, and Draco clapped a hand on Philippe's shoulder. "Apologize to your brother," he instructed.
"Je suis désolé, Jean-Luc," mumbled Philippe.
"I know you didn't do it on purpose," said Jean-Luc.
Draco smiled and ruffled his youngest son's hair. "Who wants to go to the zoo?!" he exclaimed.
All five children responded with a chorus of cheers.
After a sound lecture on how to behave among Muggles, Draco pronounced they were ready to go. Once their group arrived at the zoo, Emmaline refused to relinquish her grip on Harry. He assured Draco he didn't mind carrying her, and they procured a map of the zoo and headed out. The children exclaimed in delight at each new exhibit.
When they came to an enclosure with a rhinoceros, Emmaline pointed and shouted, "Dwagon!"
A lovely young woman standing nearby turned her head and laughed. "Your daughter is adorable," she said to Harry.
He didn't bother to correct her; Emmaline did have dark hair, after all. "Thank you," said Harry, beaming in pride. He caught Draco staring at him with a raised brow again. Harry simply shrugged. "It was simpler than explaining the situation to her," he said.
Draco merely grinned and shook his head. He then called out sharply to Teddy and Mignon, who were ranging too far ahead. They clattered back with matching guilty expressions.
"Dad, Teddy says there are tigers and lions up ahead," Mignon said, breathless with excitement.
"We will get there," Draco admonished. "If you keep wandering away, however, we will be going straight home."
Mignon frowned, but she nodded dutifully.
When they finally reached the lions, Emmaline clung to Harry in fear when one of the big cats roared. Harry patted her back and said, "Shush, kitty."
Emmaline giggled and pointed at the lion. "Shush, kitty!" she scolded.
"You certainly have a way with children," said Draco. He gave Teddy a firm poke in the back when lion ears began to manifest through the boy's hair.
Harry laughed. "You seem to do alright in the parenting department, yourself," he said, handing off Emmaline in favor of clapping a firm hand down on Teddy's shoulder. "No more of that, young man," Harry scolded.
Harry ambled along the walkway once more, leading the procession of children and Draco. Mignon kept pace with him, asking about the various animals they saw. She was especially delighted with the colorful tropical birds, and Harry pointed to a hyacinth macaw. "I like those birds," he said. "Dark blue is my favorite color."
"I like the white ones," said Mignon.
"Those are cockatoos," Harry told her. They discussed other birds and read the placards for information on the birds that Harry was unfamiliar with.
Eventually, Emmaline grew tired, and Draco called a halt. "We should probably head back home," he said.
The older children responded with disappointed groans, and Harry wanted to join in. Instead, he smiled and nodded. "I've had a good time," he said.
"So have I," Draco answered with an easy grin of his own.
They wrangled the children out of the zoo and made their way to the nearest safe Apparition point. The noise level at Andromeda's home increased as each of the children tried to tell her about their experiences. Harry hung back with Draco and a dozing Emmaline, wondering how to finagle his way into seeing Draco again.
"I'm going to Diagon Alley the day after tomorrow," said Draco. "Would you...would you like to meet for lunch?"
"I would love to," Harry replied. He reached out to pet Emmaline's dark curls.
"Bye, Dwagon," she mumbled.
Harry's heart melted. He wanted nothing more than to be a father to that precious little girl. His eyes lifted to Draco's as he stepped into the Floo. Of course, being a husband to Draco Malfoy would have its perks, as well.
Harry was still smiling when he vanished in a flash of green.
Harry was so eager to meet Draco again that he arrived at the small bistro a full half hour early. That meant he had to smile politely at everyone who approached to speak to him and even sign a few autographs. Harry was relieved when he finally spied Draco entering the bistro, with Mignon capering along behind him. Harry stood up, as befitted a gentleman in the presence of a young lady.
Draco pulled out a chair for his daughter, seating her with a flourish before taking the chair across from Harry.
"Hello, Mignon," Harry greeted her as he sat back down. He was pleased to see the girl, as well as her father.
"Hello, Mr. Potter," she returned the greeting.
"What brings you to Diagon Alley on such a fine day?" asked Harry.
"Daddy and I are shopping for a birthday gift for grandmother Narcissa," she said.
"Mother insisted that Mignon has better taste than I do," Draco lamented.
"She said you needed help shopping for girls," Mignon corrected him. "Papa always picked out my gifts."
Draco looked crestfallen, and Harry hastened to smooth over the awkwardness. "Emile must have had excellent taste," he said.
Mignon looked at him with interest. "Did you know my father?" she asked.
"No," Harry replied, "but he must have been a wonderful man to have such wonderful children as you and your brothers and sister."
Mignon beamed at him before saying, "Grandma Louise says Daddy should start dating again."
Harry glanced at Draco and was amused to see a faint flush coloring his cheeks. "Is that where your second name comes from?" he asked Mignon.
She nodded and launched into a story about her grandmother. When a waitress stopped at their table, Draco ordered for himself and Mignon, while Harry placed his own order.
As they waited for their meals, Harry spent equal time conversing with Draco and Mignon. By the time their food arrived, Harry had promised Mignon a return trip to the Muggle zoo sometime, with her father's permission, of course.
Draco agreed that they could go to the zoo again, but only if Mignon behaved herself. Draco then gave Harry a cheeky wink over his daughter's head. Once their dishes were cleared away, Draco sent Mignon to the washroom while he and Harry settled the bill.
"Wish your mum a happy birthday for me," Harry said.
"You can tell her yourself," said Draco. "She's having a party, and I saw your name on the guest list. If you haven't received an invitation yet, you will soon."
"I may need to enlist Mignon's aid in selecting a gift, then," Harry chuckled.
"Why don't you come with us?" suggested Draco. "Mignon can help both of us choose gifts."
Harry accepted, eager to spend more time with Draco and his daughter.
After consulting with Hermione and Ginny, Harry was forced to acknowledge that yes, he would need to dress formally to attend Narcissa Malfoy's birthday ball. He threw caution to the wind and allowed his friends to drag him on an excursion to buy a suitable outfit. It was a long, tiring and aggravating day, but in the end it was worth it.
Harry dressed on the evening of the party and paused to assess his reflection in the mirror. He was pleased with his appearance, and he hoped Draco would be, as well. Of course, Harry also hoped to impress Draco's parents. If he could get them in his corner, his pursuit of Draco would be much easier.
Harry smoothed a palm down the front of his dark green, knee-length dress robes and brushed a bit of lint from his black trousers. He nodded to himself in the mirror, then turned and strode for the Floo before he lost his nerve.
The guest of honor herself greeted Harry when he emerged from the Floo.
"Harry, how nice of you to come," gushed Narcissa. "My, don't you look handsome," she added, eyeing his appearance.
Harry felt some of the tension leave his shoulders.
"Potter," Lucius nodded from his position at his wife's side.
"You'll find Draco in the ballroom," said Narcissa.
Harry's shoulders tightened again. Was he that obvious? "I came to see you tonight," he said with a forced laugh, handing Narcissa the gift that Mignon had helped him select.
"Nonsense, and call me Narcissa."
Harry risked a glance at Lucius, surprised to see the elder Malfoy merely raise an eyebrow at him. "Right, I'll, uh, I'll just join the other guests, shall I?" stammered Harry. He fled as slowly and calmly as possible to the ballroom. Harry paused inside the arched doorway to search for Draco. His view was blocked by a hulking body.
"Fairy cake?" offered Goyle, extending a loaded plate.
Harry looked up, tensing for battle. Instead, he discovered that Goyle had an affable grin on his face and a bit of icing on his chin. "Thanks," said Harry, accepting the peace offering.
Goyle nodded. "Draco's over there, by the French doors," he said, gesturing with a meaty hand.
"I'm not-" Harry began, only to realize he was speaking to Goyle's retreating back. "Not just here to see Draco," Harry finished on a sigh. It was a lie, and he knew it, but how did everyone else seem to know that he had his cap set for Draco Malfoy?
Harry took a bite of the fairy cake, making sure not to end up wearing any, as Goyle had done. He wished he had something to drink.
"Champagne?"
Harry turned his head to see an elegantly gowned Pansy Parkinson-Nott holding out a flute of bubbly liquid. Harry accepted it with a smile of gratitude, confident that she wouldn't dare poison him at Narcissa Malfoy's birthday ball.
"Draco has been looking for you," said Pansy. Her dark eyes flashed with warning. "If you hurt him, I'll hex your balls off."
Harry choked on a drink of champagne. "But, I-" he sputtered, only to trail off lamely when Pansy spun on one stiletto and stalked away with a swish of silk. Harry watched her go, expression bemused as he absently took another bite of the fairy cake. He waited until both the treat and the champagne were gone before winding his way through the crowd towards Draco. Harry was hailed by several other guests along the way, delaying his arrival at the French doors.
When Draco turned to smile at him, Harry's heart tripped in his chest. He smiled back.
"There you are, Harry," Draco beamed. "You've a bit of icing on your chin," he added, handing Harry a serviette.
Harry sighed and dabbed at his chin. "Am I presentable now?" he asked.
Draco looked him over from head to toe, causing heat to pool in Harry's stomach.
"You do clean up well," said Draco. "Granger?" he teased.
Harry gave a sheepish nod. "And Ginny," he confessed.
"They have marvelous taste," said Draco.
"You've cleaned up well, too," Harry said, enjoying the banter. "Mignon?"
Draco laughed. "Mignon only ventured an opinion on the color," he said. "She told me dark blue would look smashing on me."
Harry's grin widened. It seemed Draco's daughter also knew that he was courting her father, and she had given her tacit approval by suggesting Draco wear Harry's favorite color. "Mignon has excellent taste, as well," said Harry. "Who knows what atrocious gift your mother would have received from me had Mignon not helped me choose something."
They chatted a few minutes more before Draco sighed in regret. "Forgive me, Harry," he said, "but I need to mingle with the other guests."
"I suspect I need to do some mingling of my own," said Harry.
Draco gave Harry's upper arm a squeeze before striding away to speak to an older couple that Harry didn't recognize.
"Hello, Harry."
Harry turned his head. "Luna!" he exclaimed. "What brings you here?"
"Neville and I are members of Mrs. Malfoy's garden club," said Luna. "She has the most beautiful roses here at the Manor."
"Is Neville here, too?" asked Harry, craning his neck to see over the crowd.
"He's talking to Pansy and Theodore," said Luna.
"What could they possibly have in common?" wondered Harry.
"Theodore is quite the herbologist himself," Luna replied. "He and Neville regularly exchange clippings."
"That's interesting," Harry said, still trying to come to terms with Neville voluntarily interacting with Theodore Nott.
Luna patted Harry's arm. "Save me a dance," she said. "Don't spend all evening dancing with Draco."
Harry's jaw dropped. "Luna, I-"
When he realized he was speaking to empty air as Luna skipped away, Harry closed his mouth and shook his head. It seemed everyone here tonight considered that he and Draco were a couple. Harry wondered what Draco thought of their relationship, or if he even acknowledged that they had a relationship.
Harry put the situation firmly out of his mind as he moved among the other guests. He and Draco occasionally crossed paths, and Harry's pulse hammered each time Draco smiled at him. An hour later, a string quartet struck up a waltz, and Lucius guided Narcissa onto the dance floor. Everyone paused to watch. They were an elegant couple and obviously used to dancing together as they seemed to float across the floor.
Harry sighed in envy. He hoped to dance like that with someone some day.
"Would you care to dance?"
Harry turned and smiled up at Draco. "I'd like that, yeah," he murmured. He took Draco's hand and allowed Draco to lead him onto the dance floor. Harry didn't mind when Draco took the lead in the waltz. Harry wasn't a confident dancer, but with Draco's expert guidance, he soon found himself stepping and turning across the floor almost as beautifully as the elder Malfoys. Other couples had joined them, making Harry feel less self-conscious. For once, he found himself enjoying a waltz, and Harry was disappointed when the song ended.
"I'm afraid I won't be able to monopolize your time," Draco whispered, leaning close. "Save a few more dances for me, will you?"
"Of course," Harry responded. He returned to the sidelines and spotted Luna. She couldn't seem to drag Neville away from Nott, so Harry approached and stole her away from her husband.
"You and Draco make a good couple," Luna commented as Harry whirled her around the floor.
"Why do-"
"Oh look!" Luna cried. "Draco is dancing with Narcissa now. How wonderful!" She then went on to babble about polka-dotted flutterbys and how it was important to attract them to one's gardens.
Harry smiled and nodded and then handed Luna back to Neville at the end of the song. Harry glanced around, searching for another dance partner as a new waltz began. Pansy appeared to be at loose ends, and Harry mustered his courage and approached her.
"May I have this dance?" he requested formally.
Pansy set aside a flute of champagne and let Harry lead her to the dance floor.
Harry opened with a neutral topic. "I didn't realize you and your husband were such good friends with Neville and Luna."
"Theodore and Longbottom both love to garden, Potter."
"That's what Luna told me," said Harry. He geared up for a more direct question about Draco. "How did-"
"Luna is rather charming, once you get to know her," mused Pansy. "She speaks highly of you, as does Draco."
Now, they were getting somewhere.
Harry grinned. "What does-"
"Potter, if I may cut in," said Nott. "I'd like to dance with my wife."
"Of course," Harry acquiesced, handing Pansy off to her husband. He strolled off of the dance floor and helped himself to a glass of punch. Harry was still baffled at everyone's reaction to him and Draco together, but each time he tried to ask about it, he was foiled.
Harry spent the evening dancing with various partners, including a few more dances with Draco. Late in the evening, after some of the guests had already left, Harry found himself partnered with Draco once more. They were dancing close together, and the heat of Draco's body seeped into Harry's. It was arousing, and Harry had to beg off before he embarrassed himself.
"Would you like to step outside for some fresh air?" Draco offered.
Harry nodded in agreement, and they exited through the French doors and strolled out into the garden. Other couples and clusters of people were outside, conversing in quiet murmurs.
"Your mum's gardens are lovely," Harry observed.
"Her pride and joy," said Draco.
"I thought you were her pride and joy," Harry teased.
"Alas, once Mignon was born, I was rudely pushed aside in my mother's affections," lamented Draco.
Harry laughed at his dramatics. "I'm sure she loves you just as much as she loves her grandchildren," he said. He envied Draco that.
Draco halted in an unoccupied section of the garden and turned to face Harry. "She adores you, too," he said.
Harry's heart skipped a beat. "Draco, that's-"
Harry's words were lost in the wonder of the gentle kiss that Draco bestowed on him. Harry melted against Draco, angling his head to better fit their mouths together. His level of arousal rose rapidly, and Harry pressed closed to Draco.
The low hum of approaching voices caused Draco to take a hasty step back, putting a respectable distance between them. Another couple came into view, walking slowly hand-in-hand. Harry nodded to them, while Draco greeted them by name.
Draco looked at Harry and gave him a rueful smile. "I suppose we should return to the party," he said. "Mum is counting on me to help with the hosting duties."
Harry was disappointed, but he didn't argue. He felt better when Draco took his hand as they walked back to the Manor.
Draco paused just outside of the doors, where the soft strains of another waltz filtered through. "Harry," he began, "would you like to join me at my home for dinner this week?"
"I'd love to," said Harry, "but, isn't the Manor your home?"
"The children and I have been staying with my parents while I sort out the estate I bought three years ago," said Draco. "It was in need of sprucing up and airing out, and the childrens' bedrooms are being redecorated to their individual tastes."
Harry's lips quirked. "You plan to make me earn my dinner by painting, don't you?"
"Tosser," chuckled Draco. "I was hoping you could provide some input on a small-scale Quidditch pitch on the property. Plus, I...well, I enjoy spending time with you," he added.
Harry's heart swelled with hope. Perhaps he was nearer to his goal than he'd anticipated. Harry had been prepared for a long, gentle siege of Draco's affections, but he wasn't about to argue if Draco chose to surrender early.
"I enjoy spending time with you, too," Harry confessed.
"Fantastic," Draco breathed. His eyes fastened onto Harry's lips, and he swayed closer.
A burst of laughter from inside the ballroom caused Draco to draw back with a bemused shake of his head. "I'll owl soon with the details," he said, opening the glass doors.
"Brilliant," beamed Harry. "I'm looking forward to it."
Harry didn't have to wait long. The day following Narcissa's party, an elegant owl arrived, bearing an invitation to dinner at Draco's home in the south of Wiltshire. Harry wrote a quick acceptance and sent the owl winging away again. He wondered if the children would be present. As much as Harry enjoyed their company, he was hoping for some one on one time with their father.
Time would tell. For now, Harry had two days to prepare for dinner, and he wanted to look his best. He picked up his mobile phone and rang Hermione.
Here Be Dwagons, part 2