Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy - Growing Harry - PG-13 - Part Six
Title: Growing Harry (part six)
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13 for the moment
Summary: Harry has some terrible news and his entire way of life is thrown off balance as he is forced to take responsibility of not just himself. Post-Hogwarts, post-war.
Warnings: Character death but not Harry or Draco, however very integral to the plot
A/N: Thank you to my beta katze_boston
Word Count: 1684
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five
Part Six
Harry had a wonderful night that evening. The four of them sat in the living room watching a film about a man who had all the abilities of a spider because he had been bitten by one. Draco, of course, was quick to point out how stupid the entire thing was because if he had been bitten by a radioactive spider then he would have just died. Nonetheless Johnny was fascinated by way he climbed buildings and Hannah liked the romance between whatever-his-name was and girl with the red hair. Harry was just happy to let the most normal day he had had in a long time continue while he sat on the sofa next to Draco, a child flanking each of them. Half way through the film Harry noticed that Johnny had fallen asleep against Draco, his red head resting against Draco’s chest. He felt a warm feeling settling in his stomach, the kind of feeling that made him think everything would be alright.
As the credits rolled up Hannah stood from the sofa and yawned.
“I’m going to go to bed now, Uncle Harry.” Harry looked at his watch; it was almost eight and he was pretty shattered himself. It had been a really long week, what with the reading of the will and Johnny getting lost the day before.
“Okay Hannah. Do you need any help getting stuff for tomorrow?” Harry stroked her arm and smiled reassuringly. He knew she must have been feeling worried about the following day.
“No, I can do it. I’ll get Johnny’s uniform out as well if you like?” Harry hadn’t even thought about uniforms and smiled warmly at the little girl.
“Thank you Hannah, that’ll be really helpful and I promise once I get used to this new routine I’ll be more useful. I’ll come up with you,” Harry smiled apologetically and Hannah grinned back.
“Okay,” she leaned forward and hugged Harry tightly. Draco scooped Johnny into his arms; he was already in his pyjamas like Hannah, after their baths.
“I’ll put him to bed, alright?” Draco smiled and Harry mouthed a “thank you,” and held tightly to Hannah’s hand as they climbed the stairs, they went into her bedroom while Draco went opposite into Johnny’s.
Draco laid Johnny onto the top of his duvet and smiled as he realised it was red and covered in golden snitches which lazily floated across the shimmery fabric. Johnny stirred for a moment but soothed once Draco petted his soft red hair. If someone had told Draco ten years ago that he’d be helping to care for Ron Weasley’s children he would have laughed, but he smiled down at the small boy. They really were both wonderful children. Although the house was both wizarding and muggle, with electricity in every room. there was just a small oil lamp alight on Johnny’s bedside table. Draco whispered “Nox” before leaving the room, closing the door behind him. He stood in the doorway of Hannah’s bedroom and smiled as he watched Harry kneeling next to her bed talking about school the next day, Hannah was still frowning but soon Harry made her smile, if a little weakly. Harry brushed a kiss to Hannah’s cheek and stood up. Draco smirked at the sound of Harry’s knees cracking as he did so.
“Goodnight Uncle Harry. Are you going to stay the night Uncle Draco?” Hannah asked from where she was tucked under her duvet, Harry turned around sharply having not realised Draco was there and blushed.
“Maybe, Hannah. Would you like me to come to school with you tomorrow?” Draco asked, softly so as not to wake Johnny in the bedroom just behind him. Hannah smiled and nodded eagerly.
“Alright then, go to sleep and we’ll see what we can do!” Draco smiled and Harry waved as they left her to sleep. Harry closed her bedroom door and they stood together in the dimly lit hall. Harry sighed heavily and Draco smiled; the dark haired man looked utterly exhausted. Harry gave him a withering gaze and Draco pulled him into a hug and pressed a kiss to Harry’s neck as he buried his head in the blond haired wizard’s shoulder.
“You’re doing just fine,” Draco whispered and felt Harry’s arms tighten around his back. They pulled back and smiled. Harry held his hand out for Draco and led him down the hall and into his bright white bedroom.
“I really want you to stay, but would you hate me if I just wanted to go to sleep?” Harry looked so sheepish and Draco loved him for it.
“Yes, absolutely! Can’t you tell this is all a ruse, I just want that body of yours?” Draco smirked and Harry rolled his eyes.
“You sound like Snape. Can’t you just answer a question?” Harry teased and tugged on the hand he was still holding.
“Yes, Harry, that’s perfectly fine. You’re not going to banish me to the couch are you?” Draco gave Harry an innocent smile making him shake his head.
“No, you can stay up here,” Harry leaned forward and pressed his lips to Draco’s softly. “If you can keep your hands to yourself?”
“Thank you, I think I can try,” Draco smiled dreamily as they pulled away.
“Don’t you have a job to go to tomorrow?” Harry asked as he disappeared across the room to his wardrobe to find him and Draco some pyjamas.
“Nah, I’m a magical text translator, a freelance magical text translator.” Harry looked over his shoulder and smiled as Draco waggled his eyebrows.
“Fancy, I can’t believe I didn’t as you that before. You said you were friends with Hermione from work but I didn’t even ask what you did exactly,” Harry shook his head, feeling rude.
“Don’t worry about it, just shows we still have a lot of things to learn about each other,” Draco slinked up to Harry as he bent over looking for clothes and wrapped his arms around his waist, pressing a kiss between Harry’s cloth covered shoulder blades. “And plenty of time to do it.” Harry stood up and turned in Draco’s arms and kissed him softly.
“Thank you so much for this weekend, well this past week really. I don’t know what I would have done without you here,” Harry handed Draco a pair of soft cotton pyjamas bottoms and the blonde smiled gratefully.
“You’re welcome,” Draco smiled genuinely and moved back to pull his t-shirt over his head. He chanced a look at Harry and grinned when he realised he was being watched.
“Like what you see then, Mr Potter?” Draco asked cheekily and was satisfied to see Harry blush before he pulled his own t-shirt over his head.
“Don’t call me ‘Mr Potter’, you sound like Snape and that is not an attractive thought!” Harry chuckled as he threw his shirt into a hamper sitting in the corner of the room. Draco watched hungrily as he unashamedly shucked out of his jeans and boxers. He got a tantalizing glimpse of Harry’s package before he pulled his pyjama pants over his hips.
“Oh, I don’t know, I always thought there was something sexy about the way Severus spoke.” Harry shot a glare at Draco which didn’t have the desired effect, considering his glasses were askew.
“He was a mean old bastard and you know it,” Harry argued, though there was no malice about Snape in his voice, not anymore. He sounded almost fond when he regarded the older man, who was apparently living rather comfortably somewhere remote in Northern England.
“Still is, I only saw him about a month ago,” Draco said. Harry looked over at him and smiled.
“Are you and him still close then?” Harry asked as he wandered into his en suite bathroom and set about looking for a spare toothbrush for Draco. Draco stood in the doorway and smiled at Harry as he rifled through the bathroom cabinet below the sink, once again giving him a perfect view of that arse. Harry made a triumphant noise and emerged with an aptly green toothbrush.
“For you,” Harry held out the toothbrush and leaned in to kiss Draco as the blonde took it from him. Harry pulled back with a grin before turning around and grabbing his own toothbrush from the sink, he offered Draco the toothpaste and there were soon brushing away in companionable silence.
There was something incredibly intimate about that moment as they stood there together, Draco lounging in the doorway, Harry leaning back against the sink. He had never shared a more domestic moment with another person than he did in that instant; for all the people he had shagged and shared a bed with, he had never just done something so mundane. For some unknown reason the sense of comfort he got from Draco was more satisfying than any shag.
Draco spat and threw his toothbrush into the sink, closely followed by Harry’s red one. They made their way back into the bedroom and Harry turned down the covers. It wasn’t even ten o’clock and Harry couldn’t remember the last time he had willingly gone to bed this early. Nonetheless as he climbed into the soft sheets and as Draco settled in next to him, he sighed contentedly. He reached for Draco’s hip under the covers and with a tug the blonde rolled into him and settled against his side. Harry could feel his breath ghosting over his chest as they settled.
“It’s been a really long weekend,” Draco whispered into the darkened room.
“It’s been a really long month,” Harry countered and wrapped both arms around Draco as he shivered. The room wasn’t cold but every time he thought of the events of the previous weeks he felt chilled to the bone.
“I know it has. I’m sorry Harry,” Draco said softly. Harry pushed his hand through the silken hair and tilted Draco’s head back to get a less blurry image of his face. He smiled.
“Thank you.” He pressed a kiss to Draco’s forehead before they settled into silence and sleep.
A/N: What did you think? I thought it was a particularly weak chapter but I'm trying to find my groove again, annnd for all of you who think Draco is too fluffy, hopefully future chapters will show that he does in fact still have a pair.
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13 for the moment
Summary: Harry has some terrible news and his entire way of life is thrown off balance as he is forced to take responsibility of not just himself. Post-Hogwarts, post-war.
Warnings: Character death but not Harry or Draco, however very integral to the plot
A/N: Thank you to my beta katze_boston
Word Count: 1684
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five
Part Six
Harry had a wonderful night that evening. The four of them sat in the living room watching a film about a man who had all the abilities of a spider because he had been bitten by one. Draco, of course, was quick to point out how stupid the entire thing was because if he had been bitten by a radioactive spider then he would have just died. Nonetheless Johnny was fascinated by way he climbed buildings and Hannah liked the romance between whatever-his-name was and girl with the red hair. Harry was just happy to let the most normal day he had had in a long time continue while he sat on the sofa next to Draco, a child flanking each of them. Half way through the film Harry noticed that Johnny had fallen asleep against Draco, his red head resting against Draco’s chest. He felt a warm feeling settling in his stomach, the kind of feeling that made him think everything would be alright.
As the credits rolled up Hannah stood from the sofa and yawned.
“I’m going to go to bed now, Uncle Harry.” Harry looked at his watch; it was almost eight and he was pretty shattered himself. It had been a really long week, what with the reading of the will and Johnny getting lost the day before.
“Okay Hannah. Do you need any help getting stuff for tomorrow?” Harry stroked her arm and smiled reassuringly. He knew she must have been feeling worried about the following day.
“No, I can do it. I’ll get Johnny’s uniform out as well if you like?” Harry hadn’t even thought about uniforms and smiled warmly at the little girl.
“Thank you Hannah, that’ll be really helpful and I promise once I get used to this new routine I’ll be more useful. I’ll come up with you,” Harry smiled apologetically and Hannah grinned back.
“Okay,” she leaned forward and hugged Harry tightly. Draco scooped Johnny into his arms; he was already in his pyjamas like Hannah, after their baths.
“I’ll put him to bed, alright?” Draco smiled and Harry mouthed a “thank you,” and held tightly to Hannah’s hand as they climbed the stairs, they went into her bedroom while Draco went opposite into Johnny’s.
Draco laid Johnny onto the top of his duvet and smiled as he realised it was red and covered in golden snitches which lazily floated across the shimmery fabric. Johnny stirred for a moment but soothed once Draco petted his soft red hair. If someone had told Draco ten years ago that he’d be helping to care for Ron Weasley’s children he would have laughed, but he smiled down at the small boy. They really were both wonderful children. Although the house was both wizarding and muggle, with electricity in every room. there was just a small oil lamp alight on Johnny’s bedside table. Draco whispered “Nox” before leaving the room, closing the door behind him. He stood in the doorway of Hannah’s bedroom and smiled as he watched Harry kneeling next to her bed talking about school the next day, Hannah was still frowning but soon Harry made her smile, if a little weakly. Harry brushed a kiss to Hannah’s cheek and stood up. Draco smirked at the sound of Harry’s knees cracking as he did so.
“Goodnight Uncle Harry. Are you going to stay the night Uncle Draco?” Hannah asked from where she was tucked under her duvet, Harry turned around sharply having not realised Draco was there and blushed.
“Maybe, Hannah. Would you like me to come to school with you tomorrow?” Draco asked, softly so as not to wake Johnny in the bedroom just behind him. Hannah smiled and nodded eagerly.
“Alright then, go to sleep and we’ll see what we can do!” Draco smiled and Harry waved as they left her to sleep. Harry closed her bedroom door and they stood together in the dimly lit hall. Harry sighed heavily and Draco smiled; the dark haired man looked utterly exhausted. Harry gave him a withering gaze and Draco pulled him into a hug and pressed a kiss to Harry’s neck as he buried his head in the blond haired wizard’s shoulder.
“You’re doing just fine,” Draco whispered and felt Harry’s arms tighten around his back. They pulled back and smiled. Harry held his hand out for Draco and led him down the hall and into his bright white bedroom.
“I really want you to stay, but would you hate me if I just wanted to go to sleep?” Harry looked so sheepish and Draco loved him for it.
“Yes, absolutely! Can’t you tell this is all a ruse, I just want that body of yours?” Draco smirked and Harry rolled his eyes.
“You sound like Snape. Can’t you just answer a question?” Harry teased and tugged on the hand he was still holding.
“Yes, Harry, that’s perfectly fine. You’re not going to banish me to the couch are you?” Draco gave Harry an innocent smile making him shake his head.
“No, you can stay up here,” Harry leaned forward and pressed his lips to Draco’s softly. “If you can keep your hands to yourself?”
“Thank you, I think I can try,” Draco smiled dreamily as they pulled away.
“Don’t you have a job to go to tomorrow?” Harry asked as he disappeared across the room to his wardrobe to find him and Draco some pyjamas.
“Nah, I’m a magical text translator, a freelance magical text translator.” Harry looked over his shoulder and smiled as Draco waggled his eyebrows.
“Fancy, I can’t believe I didn’t as you that before. You said you were friends with Hermione from work but I didn’t even ask what you did exactly,” Harry shook his head, feeling rude.
“Don’t worry about it, just shows we still have a lot of things to learn about each other,” Draco slinked up to Harry as he bent over looking for clothes and wrapped his arms around his waist, pressing a kiss between Harry’s cloth covered shoulder blades. “And plenty of time to do it.” Harry stood up and turned in Draco’s arms and kissed him softly.
“Thank you so much for this weekend, well this past week really. I don’t know what I would have done without you here,” Harry handed Draco a pair of soft cotton pyjamas bottoms and the blonde smiled gratefully.
“You’re welcome,” Draco smiled genuinely and moved back to pull his t-shirt over his head. He chanced a look at Harry and grinned when he realised he was being watched.
“Like what you see then, Mr Potter?” Draco asked cheekily and was satisfied to see Harry blush before he pulled his own t-shirt over his head.
“Don’t call me ‘Mr Potter’, you sound like Snape and that is not an attractive thought!” Harry chuckled as he threw his shirt into a hamper sitting in the corner of the room. Draco watched hungrily as he unashamedly shucked out of his jeans and boxers. He got a tantalizing glimpse of Harry’s package before he pulled his pyjama pants over his hips.
“Oh, I don’t know, I always thought there was something sexy about the way Severus spoke.” Harry shot a glare at Draco which didn’t have the desired effect, considering his glasses were askew.
“He was a mean old bastard and you know it,” Harry argued, though there was no malice about Snape in his voice, not anymore. He sounded almost fond when he regarded the older man, who was apparently living rather comfortably somewhere remote in Northern England.
“Still is, I only saw him about a month ago,” Draco said. Harry looked over at him and smiled.
“Are you and him still close then?” Harry asked as he wandered into his en suite bathroom and set about looking for a spare toothbrush for Draco. Draco stood in the doorway and smiled at Harry as he rifled through the bathroom cabinet below the sink, once again giving him a perfect view of that arse. Harry made a triumphant noise and emerged with an aptly green toothbrush.
“For you,” Harry held out the toothbrush and leaned in to kiss Draco as the blonde took it from him. Harry pulled back with a grin before turning around and grabbing his own toothbrush from the sink, he offered Draco the toothpaste and there were soon brushing away in companionable silence.
There was something incredibly intimate about that moment as they stood there together, Draco lounging in the doorway, Harry leaning back against the sink. He had never shared a more domestic moment with another person than he did in that instant; for all the people he had shagged and shared a bed with, he had never just done something so mundane. For some unknown reason the sense of comfort he got from Draco was more satisfying than any shag.
Draco spat and threw his toothbrush into the sink, closely followed by Harry’s red one. They made their way back into the bedroom and Harry turned down the covers. It wasn’t even ten o’clock and Harry couldn’t remember the last time he had willingly gone to bed this early. Nonetheless as he climbed into the soft sheets and as Draco settled in next to him, he sighed contentedly. He reached for Draco’s hip under the covers and with a tug the blonde rolled into him and settled against his side. Harry could feel his breath ghosting over his chest as they settled.
“It’s been a really long weekend,” Draco whispered into the darkened room.
“It’s been a really long month,” Harry countered and wrapped both arms around Draco as he shivered. The room wasn’t cold but every time he thought of the events of the previous weeks he felt chilled to the bone.
“I know it has. I’m sorry Harry,” Draco said softly. Harry pushed his hand through the silken hair and tilted Draco’s head back to get a less blurry image of his face. He smiled.
“Thank you.” He pressed a kiss to Draco’s forehead before they settled into silence and sleep.
A/N: What did you think? I thought it was a particularly weak chapter but I'm trying to find my groove again, annnd for all of you who think Draco is too fluffy, hopefully future chapters will show that he does in fact still have a pair.