FIC: Always Been There (NC-17) (Chapter 2/6)
Title: Always Been There (Chapter 2/6)
Length: Unknown as yet (length will be put in once all 6 chapters are up)
Summary: Harry is having problems with his husband, Draco, and he goes to Remus for comfort. Harry’s life gets more complicated. SOME SPOILERS FOR OOTP AND HBP (although not many!).
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: violence, homosexual activity, male pregnancy
Disclaimer: The original characters come from the mind of J K Rowling. I don’t own them and I’m certainly not making any profit from this.
Beta: cheryl_bites (Live Journal)
Notes: The story originally started with a different scene. However, after planning a second conflict in the film, I needed something bigger than the first conflict to “wake Harry up”. I therefore put the original conflict later in the story and I started the story with a different fight.
Review: Yes, please. (You can also review it here: http://hp.adultfanfiction.net/authors.php?no=7751 and http://www.fanfiction.net/u/425745/)
Chapter 2
When Harry woke up the next morning, he felt himself wrapped in strong, gentle arms. He smiled in relief, thinking that it was Draco. When he turned around, his face fell as he saw Remus asleep beside him.
Oh shit! What have I done?
What does it look like? You came over here for comfort and instead, you spread your legs for Remus and you two fucked behind your husband’s back. Draco was right. You are a whore! And you took the potion, remember? You idiot!
Harry leapt out of the bed and sneaked out of the room; moving down the stairs as quickly as he could, he headed for the living room. The floor was cluttered with Remus’ clothes and the ones that Harry had borrowed from him. Images flew into Harry’s mind: Remus and Harry kissing…Remus licking Harry’s cock; Harry spreading his legs as Remus took him in one full thrust…Remus taking control of Harry whilst pleasuring him at the same time…the two climaxing at the same time…being led up to the bedroom and then…
“Harry?”
Remus’ voice shook him from his thoughts. Harry turned and saw the werewolf, wearing only sleeping shorts, walking towards him.
“Remus…” Harry started to speak but then he felt a lump in his throat. After coughing, he continued, “I’ve got to go.”
The werewolf held his gaze. “Why?”
Harry turned away from the werewolf and moved towards the pile of clothes. He had picked up his underwear, and was starting to put it on, when he felt a hand on his shoulder and Remus whispered, “I asked why?”
Harry became frozen. “You know why. We did something wrong.”
“There was nothing wrong with what we did last night.”
Harry turned to face Remus. “It was wrong.” He held up his hand and his wedding ring glinted. “I’m married.”
Remus took his hand. “And as I said last night, Draco doesn’t deserve you!”
“He’s my husband though. When I married him, I vowed to always be faithful and…”
“Did you also vow to be miserable? To be unappreciated? To feel unloved and unwanted? To be beaten up?”
“That only happened once.”
The werewolf placed his other hand on the young man’s faintly bruised cheek. “And that is how it all starts, Harry.”
Harry almost shouted, “And what do you know about it?”
Remus felt a hard pain in his heart as memories began to flow through his mind. Sirius in his drunken state…Remus trying to calm him down…Sirius punching him in the face…Sirius beating him to a bloody pulp…Sirius apologising and begging for forgiveness…
Oh, Harry. You don’t know the half of it, do you?
“I know more than you think. I know how this all starts. You’ll go home and Draco will plead for your forgiveness and promise you the world and more. And then, one day when you think everything is all right, he will hurt you again and the whole cycle will start again. And one day, he will do something really bad and…”
Harry had tears in his eyes. “He wouldn’t!”
Remus grabbed Harry’s shoulders. “He will! Whether it’s beating you so much that you can hardly walk, or whether he hurts you emotionally, it will happen again. Once the punch comes, it starts the cycle of violence.”
Just like with you, Sirius. Despite how much I loved you, it never stopped you.
Remus said softly, “You don’t have to go back to him.”
Harry said coldly, “But I want to. I want to go home and see my husband before I damage my marriage any more than I already have. Please get me my clothes.”
“But Harry…”
Harry repeated, “Please get me my clothes.”
Remus sighed and walked out of the room in silence. Harry pulled on his underpants and then his socks. Remus came back with Harry’s clothes in his hands.
“Here.” His tone was apathetic.
Harry took the clothes from him and dressed quickly, in silence. When he was fully dressed he made to leave, but before he left the room he turned towards Remus, who was now sitting on the settee and looking at the empty fireplace.
“Remus,” Harry said quietly, “You have been a good friend to me, but after what happened last night, I don’t think I should come around here again.”
The werewolf shrugged his shoulders without looking at Harry. “If you like.”
Harry walked down the hallway, picking up his broom. He went out of the house and as soon as the front door had closed, Remus got up and walked over to the fireplace. On the top of the mantel were several framed photographs. He picked up the only one that had a silver frame. The picture depicted a young Remus and Sirius. He remembered the moment that the picture was taken.
The wedding party of James Potter and Lily Evans. The two had left the party in secret. Remus was leaning against the rough bark of a tree and Sirius was resting his head between Remus’ hands. The animagus was cheekily grinning and was leaning towards the werewolf for a kiss when a flash of light disturbed the moment. The two young men turned their heads and saw James with a camera in his hand and a satisfied smile on his face.
He fingered the smooth glass of the picture and watched as a tear landed over Sirius’ face. He whispered, “I just hope Harry is right. I really do.”
It was just as Remus had predicted. When Harry arrived home he found Draco in the living room, sitting in the same armchair; but this time, he was almost in tears. Gazing at his husband, Harry sat down on the settee on the other side of the room.
Draco cried, “Where have you been? I’ve been waiting up all night.”
Harry said coolly, “Well, after you beat me up, I ran out because I was terrified of you. While I was walking around in the rain, I bumped into Remus. He took me to his house. He made me a cup of tea and then he showed me to his spare room because I wanted to be alone. And then I slept. That’s it.”
Oh, that was quick. The art of the perfect cheat.
“I was worried about you, Harry.”
“Worried that I had left you? Well, considering what you did last night, I wouldn’t need a reason to leave you.”
“I’m sorry, babes.”
“Are you?”
“Of course.”
“Of what? The punching or the accusations?”
“Well, you were two hours late.”
Harry stood up. “Draco, I’m a fucking Auror. I told you when I first got this job that sometimes I would be home late, especially when a big assignment comes up. I can’t just give up on some important work because I’ve got an insecure and paranoid husband.”
“I don’t know what to say,” Draco said, standing up and walking towards his husband, “except that I am really, really sorry.” He was now on his knees and holding on to Harry’s hands gently. “I know we’re going to have our arguments but I promise you that I will never hit you again.”
All of a sudden, Harry remembered what Remus has said: You’ll go home and Draco will plead for your forgiveness and promise you the world and more. And then, one day when you think everything is all right, he will hurt you again and the whole cycle will start again. And yet, he looked into Draco’s grey eyes and saw nothing but sorrow and regret. His heart melted at the sight.
“Okay, Draco. Okay. I forgive you, but please, there can be no more fists and no more kicks.”
“I promise I will never hurt you again.”
Harry smiled. “Then stand up and give me a hug.”
Draco grinned back at him and stood up. He wrapped his arms around Harry and the two lovers were encased in each other’s embrace. They kissed each other rapidly and with passion. Clothes flew off and scattered onto the floor. Draco and Harry fell back onto the settee and within a few moments, Harry could see Draco’s lubricated cock entering him. They both writhed and moaned until they both came simultaneously and in that moment, Harry had never felt more complete.
The next month was blissful for Harry. There was not even a cross word between them. Due to the assignment, Harry was spending longer hours in the office, but if there was any bitterness about it then Draco was biting his tongue. Sometimes Harry was so tired he would go straight to bed as soon as he arrived home, but still there was peace between the two lovers. When the assignment was over, life returned to normal in their house, and at first their relationship returned to the way it had been when they were first dating. They were openly affectionate to each other and they made love as much as possible. There was even talk of starting a family.
However, after only a few weeks, the happiness declined as quickly as it had started. Although there were no arguments and no violence, Harry noticed that his husband was becoming as cold and distant as before. Although they made love, it seemed to mean nothing to Draco. He would dominate his lover and treat the experience as if it was a chore.
It was during this time that Harry began to think about Remus. He had not spoken to the werewolf ever since their last night together and he was grateful that they worked in different sections of the Ministry. Harry was spending more and more time in his office doing tedious paperwork, and it was at those times that he would think of the werewolf. Although he was too proud to admit it, he missed Remus badly.
When Draco became dominant and uncaring in the bedroom, Harry would think about his one night with the werewolf and remember how wanted and warm he had felt. He desperately wanted to feel that way with Draco, but his wish was not granted.
One day, about six weeks after Harry and Draco had kissed and made up, Harry was alone in his office looking at a pregnancy test. He was grateful that there was no one else around, for he did not like the idea of spending three minutes alone in a toilet cubicle waiting for the second spot to appear on the test.
What are you taking this test for? You know it’s going to be negative. It has to be.
And yet, he was unsure. After all, he had taken the potion and within the thirty-six hour period, he had had sex several times with both Remus and Draco. It was possible… and he had been experiencing the symptoms of early pregnancy.
Aw, come on. So you have been sick for the last few days. That could mean anything…nerves, bad food, an illness. It doesn’t necessarily mean pregnancy.
But I have to be sure; otherwise, I will never feel at ease.
Harry watched the test, and his jaw dropped as he saw the second red spot appear. He shook his head in disbelief.
“No. It can’t be. I can’t be pregnant.”
Harry, the results are staring at you. You ARE pregnant and you don’t know who the father is!
Harry felt miserable for the rest of the day. He knew that there was no way out of this. He knew he should be happy because, for the past year, he had secretly wanted a child but it worried him that he had no idea who the father was. Deep down he knew that he could not abort the child, but he also knew that if the father was Remus, then Draco would probably know straight away when the baby was born, and then... well, Harry shuddered at what could happen.
He was still miserable when he got home from work, and when he walked through the front door, the bad feeling became worse as he saw two suitcases in the hallway. Concerned, he walked into the living room and saw Draco on the sofa with a totally unknown young man. Harry was unnerved to see that they were sitting much too close together for his liking and were also holding hands.
Harry asked, “What’s going on, Draco?”
Draco smirked, “I thought a smart guy like you would be able to figure it out, but I guess you need it explained to you. I don’t love you anymore, Harry. I have found someone who satisfies me more than you’ve ever done.”
Harry did not know what surprised him more: the fact that Draco had deceived him or the discovery that he had had a feeling that this would happen sooner or later.
Trying not to stutter, Harry asked, “How long?”
“Six months.”
Draco’s response shot through Harry’s heart and he felt a large lump in his throat. “And so you’ve packed your bags? You’re leaving me?”
“Packed MY bags?” Draco laughed cruelly. He stood up and walked towards Harry. “Oh, my dear, naïve, stupid husband. They’re not my bags - they’re YOURS!”
Harry stepped forward. “My bags?! But I live here!”
Draco shook his head. “Not anymore.”
“But this is OUR house!”
Draco held up his hand. “Correction. If you care to read the deeds, you will find that I have sole ownership of this house and therefore, it is MY house, NOT yours! It belongs to me!” Draco grabbed Harry’s hand. “And so does this.” He pulled Harry’s wedding ring of his finger and tossed it onto the fire.
Harry cried, “Draco, what the fuck…”
Draco pulled off his wedding ring, which was identical to Harry’s, and threw that on the fire as well. “Maybe that will make you see on how much our marriage means to me. Now, get out!”
Harry stood in complete shock, trying not to let the tears fall. “Draco, you can’t!”
Draco grabbed hold of Harry’s arm and forced him down the hallway and out of the front door. Harry tripped over his own foot and fell down the steps. He looked up and saw Draco throwing Harry’s suitcases and broomstick onto the front garden before slamming the door behind him, leaving Harry out in the cold.
For a few minutes, he lay on the cold stony path, partly in sadness but most in deep shock. Eventually, he got up and picked up his broom and suitcases. He walked groggily away from the house and down the street. The sky was overcast and Harry wished there would be rain soon so it could cover his falling tears.
Length: Unknown as yet (length will be put in once all 6 chapters are up)
Summary: Harry is having problems with his husband, Draco, and he goes to Remus for comfort. Harry’s life gets more complicated. SOME SPOILERS FOR OOTP AND HBP (although not many!).
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: violence, homosexual activity, male pregnancy
Disclaimer: The original characters come from the mind of J K Rowling. I don’t own them and I’m certainly not making any profit from this.
Beta: cheryl_bites (Live Journal)
Notes: The story originally started with a different scene. However, after planning a second conflict in the film, I needed something bigger than the first conflict to “wake Harry up”. I therefore put the original conflict later in the story and I started the story with a different fight.
Review: Yes, please. (You can also review it here: http://hp.adultfanfiction.net/authors.php?no=7751 and http://www.fanfiction.net/u/425745/)
Chapter 2
When Harry woke up the next morning, he felt himself wrapped in strong, gentle arms. He smiled in relief, thinking that it was Draco. When he turned around, his face fell as he saw Remus asleep beside him.
Oh shit! What have I done?
What does it look like? You came over here for comfort and instead, you spread your legs for Remus and you two fucked behind your husband’s back. Draco was right. You are a whore! And you took the potion, remember? You idiot!
Harry leapt out of the bed and sneaked out of the room; moving down the stairs as quickly as he could, he headed for the living room. The floor was cluttered with Remus’ clothes and the ones that Harry had borrowed from him. Images flew into Harry’s mind: Remus and Harry kissing…Remus licking Harry’s cock; Harry spreading his legs as Remus took him in one full thrust…Remus taking control of Harry whilst pleasuring him at the same time…the two climaxing at the same time…being led up to the bedroom and then…
“Harry?”
Remus’ voice shook him from his thoughts. Harry turned and saw the werewolf, wearing only sleeping shorts, walking towards him.
“Remus…” Harry started to speak but then he felt a lump in his throat. After coughing, he continued, “I’ve got to go.”
The werewolf held his gaze. “Why?”
Harry turned away from the werewolf and moved towards the pile of clothes. He had picked up his underwear, and was starting to put it on, when he felt a hand on his shoulder and Remus whispered, “I asked why?”
Harry became frozen. “You know why. We did something wrong.”
“There was nothing wrong with what we did last night.”
Harry turned to face Remus. “It was wrong.” He held up his hand and his wedding ring glinted. “I’m married.”
Remus took his hand. “And as I said last night, Draco doesn’t deserve you!”
“He’s my husband though. When I married him, I vowed to always be faithful and…”
“Did you also vow to be miserable? To be unappreciated? To feel unloved and unwanted? To be beaten up?”
“That only happened once.”
The werewolf placed his other hand on the young man’s faintly bruised cheek. “And that is how it all starts, Harry.”
Harry almost shouted, “And what do you know about it?”
Remus felt a hard pain in his heart as memories began to flow through his mind. Sirius in his drunken state…Remus trying to calm him down…Sirius punching him in the face…Sirius beating him to a bloody pulp…Sirius apologising and begging for forgiveness…
Oh, Harry. You don’t know the half of it, do you?
“I know more than you think. I know how this all starts. You’ll go home and Draco will plead for your forgiveness and promise you the world and more. And then, one day when you think everything is all right, he will hurt you again and the whole cycle will start again. And one day, he will do something really bad and…”
Harry had tears in his eyes. “He wouldn’t!”
Remus grabbed Harry’s shoulders. “He will! Whether it’s beating you so much that you can hardly walk, or whether he hurts you emotionally, it will happen again. Once the punch comes, it starts the cycle of violence.”
Just like with you, Sirius. Despite how much I loved you, it never stopped you.
Remus said softly, “You don’t have to go back to him.”
Harry said coldly, “But I want to. I want to go home and see my husband before I damage my marriage any more than I already have. Please get me my clothes.”
“But Harry…”
Harry repeated, “Please get me my clothes.”
Remus sighed and walked out of the room in silence. Harry pulled on his underpants and then his socks. Remus came back with Harry’s clothes in his hands.
“Here.” His tone was apathetic.
Harry took the clothes from him and dressed quickly, in silence. When he was fully dressed he made to leave, but before he left the room he turned towards Remus, who was now sitting on the settee and looking at the empty fireplace.
“Remus,” Harry said quietly, “You have been a good friend to me, but after what happened last night, I don’t think I should come around here again.”
The werewolf shrugged his shoulders without looking at Harry. “If you like.”
Harry walked down the hallway, picking up his broom. He went out of the house and as soon as the front door had closed, Remus got up and walked over to the fireplace. On the top of the mantel were several framed photographs. He picked up the only one that had a silver frame. The picture depicted a young Remus and Sirius. He remembered the moment that the picture was taken.
The wedding party of James Potter and Lily Evans. The two had left the party in secret. Remus was leaning against the rough bark of a tree and Sirius was resting his head between Remus’ hands. The animagus was cheekily grinning and was leaning towards the werewolf for a kiss when a flash of light disturbed the moment. The two young men turned their heads and saw James with a camera in his hand and a satisfied smile on his face.
He fingered the smooth glass of the picture and watched as a tear landed over Sirius’ face. He whispered, “I just hope Harry is right. I really do.”
It was just as Remus had predicted. When Harry arrived home he found Draco in the living room, sitting in the same armchair; but this time, he was almost in tears. Gazing at his husband, Harry sat down on the settee on the other side of the room.
Draco cried, “Where have you been? I’ve been waiting up all night.”
Harry said coolly, “Well, after you beat me up, I ran out because I was terrified of you. While I was walking around in the rain, I bumped into Remus. He took me to his house. He made me a cup of tea and then he showed me to his spare room because I wanted to be alone. And then I slept. That’s it.”
Oh, that was quick. The art of the perfect cheat.
“I was worried about you, Harry.”
“Worried that I had left you? Well, considering what you did last night, I wouldn’t need a reason to leave you.”
“I’m sorry, babes.”
“Are you?”
“Of course.”
“Of what? The punching or the accusations?”
“Well, you were two hours late.”
Harry stood up. “Draco, I’m a fucking Auror. I told you when I first got this job that sometimes I would be home late, especially when a big assignment comes up. I can’t just give up on some important work because I’ve got an insecure and paranoid husband.”
“I don’t know what to say,” Draco said, standing up and walking towards his husband, “except that I am really, really sorry.” He was now on his knees and holding on to Harry’s hands gently. “I know we’re going to have our arguments but I promise you that I will never hit you again.”
All of a sudden, Harry remembered what Remus has said: You’ll go home and Draco will plead for your forgiveness and promise you the world and more. And then, one day when you think everything is all right, he will hurt you again and the whole cycle will start again. And yet, he looked into Draco’s grey eyes and saw nothing but sorrow and regret. His heart melted at the sight.
“Okay, Draco. Okay. I forgive you, but please, there can be no more fists and no more kicks.”
“I promise I will never hurt you again.”
Harry smiled. “Then stand up and give me a hug.”
Draco grinned back at him and stood up. He wrapped his arms around Harry and the two lovers were encased in each other’s embrace. They kissed each other rapidly and with passion. Clothes flew off and scattered onto the floor. Draco and Harry fell back onto the settee and within a few moments, Harry could see Draco’s lubricated cock entering him. They both writhed and moaned until they both came simultaneously and in that moment, Harry had never felt more complete.
The next month was blissful for Harry. There was not even a cross word between them. Due to the assignment, Harry was spending longer hours in the office, but if there was any bitterness about it then Draco was biting his tongue. Sometimes Harry was so tired he would go straight to bed as soon as he arrived home, but still there was peace between the two lovers. When the assignment was over, life returned to normal in their house, and at first their relationship returned to the way it had been when they were first dating. They were openly affectionate to each other and they made love as much as possible. There was even talk of starting a family.
However, after only a few weeks, the happiness declined as quickly as it had started. Although there were no arguments and no violence, Harry noticed that his husband was becoming as cold and distant as before. Although they made love, it seemed to mean nothing to Draco. He would dominate his lover and treat the experience as if it was a chore.
It was during this time that Harry began to think about Remus. He had not spoken to the werewolf ever since their last night together and he was grateful that they worked in different sections of the Ministry. Harry was spending more and more time in his office doing tedious paperwork, and it was at those times that he would think of the werewolf. Although he was too proud to admit it, he missed Remus badly.
When Draco became dominant and uncaring in the bedroom, Harry would think about his one night with the werewolf and remember how wanted and warm he had felt. He desperately wanted to feel that way with Draco, but his wish was not granted.
One day, about six weeks after Harry and Draco had kissed and made up, Harry was alone in his office looking at a pregnancy test. He was grateful that there was no one else around, for he did not like the idea of spending three minutes alone in a toilet cubicle waiting for the second spot to appear on the test.
What are you taking this test for? You know it’s going to be negative. It has to be.
And yet, he was unsure. After all, he had taken the potion and within the thirty-six hour period, he had had sex several times with both Remus and Draco. It was possible… and he had been experiencing the symptoms of early pregnancy.
Aw, come on. So you have been sick for the last few days. That could mean anything…nerves, bad food, an illness. It doesn’t necessarily mean pregnancy.
But I have to be sure; otherwise, I will never feel at ease.
Harry watched the test, and his jaw dropped as he saw the second red spot appear. He shook his head in disbelief.
“No. It can’t be. I can’t be pregnant.”
Harry, the results are staring at you. You ARE pregnant and you don’t know who the father is!
Harry felt miserable for the rest of the day. He knew that there was no way out of this. He knew he should be happy because, for the past year, he had secretly wanted a child but it worried him that he had no idea who the father was. Deep down he knew that he could not abort the child, but he also knew that if the father was Remus, then Draco would probably know straight away when the baby was born, and then... well, Harry shuddered at what could happen.
He was still miserable when he got home from work, and when he walked through the front door, the bad feeling became worse as he saw two suitcases in the hallway. Concerned, he walked into the living room and saw Draco on the sofa with a totally unknown young man. Harry was unnerved to see that they were sitting much too close together for his liking and were also holding hands.
Harry asked, “What’s going on, Draco?”
Draco smirked, “I thought a smart guy like you would be able to figure it out, but I guess you need it explained to you. I don’t love you anymore, Harry. I have found someone who satisfies me more than you’ve ever done.”
Harry did not know what surprised him more: the fact that Draco had deceived him or the discovery that he had had a feeling that this would happen sooner or later.
Trying not to stutter, Harry asked, “How long?”
“Six months.”
Draco’s response shot through Harry’s heart and he felt a large lump in his throat. “And so you’ve packed your bags? You’re leaving me?”
“Packed MY bags?” Draco laughed cruelly. He stood up and walked towards Harry. “Oh, my dear, naïve, stupid husband. They’re not my bags - they’re YOURS!”
Harry stepped forward. “My bags?! But I live here!”
Draco shook his head. “Not anymore.”
“But this is OUR house!”
Draco held up his hand. “Correction. If you care to read the deeds, you will find that I have sole ownership of this house and therefore, it is MY house, NOT yours! It belongs to me!” Draco grabbed Harry’s hand. “And so does this.” He pulled Harry’s wedding ring of his finger and tossed it onto the fire.
Harry cried, “Draco, what the fuck…”
Draco pulled off his wedding ring, which was identical to Harry’s, and threw that on the fire as well. “Maybe that will make you see on how much our marriage means to me. Now, get out!”
Harry stood in complete shock, trying not to let the tears fall. “Draco, you can’t!”
Draco grabbed hold of Harry’s arm and forced him down the hallway and out of the front door. Harry tripped over his own foot and fell down the steps. He looked up and saw Draco throwing Harry’s suitcases and broomstick onto the front garden before slamming the door behind him, leaving Harry out in the cold.
For a few minutes, he lay on the cold stony path, partly in sadness but most in deep shock. Eventually, he got up and picked up his broom and suitcases. He walked groggily away from the house and down the street. The sky was overcast and Harry wished there would be rain soon so it could cover his falling tears.