The Future is Bright, and I'm glad you're back.
Title: The Future is Bright
Rating: NC-17, to be safe
Summary: Draco and Harry adjust to life with a new addition.
Author’s note: This fic is a sequel to The Future of the Malfoy Name and was written as the second part of a present for
owens_mom now that she and her hubby have received the joy of bringing their daughter home at last. Congrats you two, and Owen as well! *huggles you all*
Harry opened the door to the house gingerly. He took care to be as quiet as possible, knowing there would be hell to pay if he were to wake Jamie; Draco would likely hex him back to last week and then make him walk the floor with the screaming baby and that was not how he wanted to spend his first few hours home. He was anxious to see his family though, it was the first time he had been away since he and Draco had brought Jamie home, and he had missed them terribly. Jamie was only 4 months old, and he was learning new things everyday; Harry had high hopes he would live up to his namesakes, and he was fully prepared for owls sent home from Hogwarts with pleas for reprimands when Jamie was old enough to attend. Truthfully, Harry was looking forward to it; any owls sent about his misdeeds during school were no doubt burned on arrival and promptly forgotten.
When the owl had arrived bearing the news that they would be able to pick up their new son, Draco had made a suggestion that only served to drive home to Harry just how much he loved the man he had married. Draco had been thinking a lot about what they should name him, and Harry was moved by his consideration when he had suggested bestowing him with one name for each of the estates he would inherit. So they had agreed, and he was named James Sirius Malfoy. Harry voiced a question about naming him after Draco’s father as well, but Draco had shut that down immediately, claiming that the Malfoy name was connection enough between their son and Lucius. Harry had quite agreed.
Harry hadn’t wanted to leave, he knew he would miss a great deal of Jamie’s discoveries, but he’d also known when he’d taken the job as the assistant to the Ministry’s Diplomatic Ambassador that he’d have to travel. He’d always hated leaving Draco, but now the feeling was multiplied and Harry was seriously considering resigning. It was not as if they needed the money, and now that they had Jamie there would be plenty at home to keep him busy while Draco was involved in the running of the Malfoy Estate. He had also expressed a desire to begin actively managing the Black Estate as well, not only as Harry’s husband, but as the last male of the Black bloodline. Harry’s inheritance from his father consisted of the Potter vault at Gringotts and the house they now lived in at Godric’s Hollow, so that was taken care of by default.
He tiptoed down the hall into the bedroom, assuming from the silence in the flat that Draco and Jamie were sleeping or that Jamie was at least and although he didn’t want to wake them, Jamie especially, he was pushed along by the urge to see them. Harry and Draco had brought Jamie home when he was 2 weeks old, and had fallen in love at first sight. When they’d met him for the first time he was a red scrunched little thing who wailed bloody murder (Harry liked to compare him to Draco in that respect) if anyone disturbed him. Now that he was older he no longer resembled a raisin, but the bellowing had stayed.
Being new parents was hard on Harry and Draco and the fact they both lacked the essential maternal instinct had only compounded the problem. Draco had temporarily left the running of the Malfoy estate to his solicitors, and Harry had taken a month off from work, but despite not working they were both more exhausted now than they could ever recall being in the past. Jamie was a demanding child, Molly had called him high-needs (she would know, having raised seven redheads) and never had Harry heard anyone described more aptly. He insisted on being held constantly, making his displeasure loudly known should the one holding him decide to put him down, even should he be asleep.
They had fallen into a routine of sorts, passing him off every few hours so the other could rest, but the lack of time together was putting a strain on Harry and Draco’s relationship. They had not made love in weeks, something that had set them further on the edge, having a wank in the shower while his husband paced with a crying baby was not Harry’s idea of his ideal sex life, especially considering he was married to a virtual blond sex god. It would be easier if Draco was made unappealing by baby vomit, (not to mention other waste products) sweat and rumpled clothing, but his dedication to their son was enough to counter any effects that caring for Jamie left on his person, leaving him just as, if not more appealing than ever.
When Harry made it to the bedroom he was warmed by the sight that greeted him. Draco was standing by the window, swaying as if with the breeze and wrapped in what Harry could only describe as the most colorful piece of material he had ever seen. His brow furrowed, it seemed that Draco was holding Jamie with one arm but no; he dropped his arm while reaching with the other to knead a spot on his neck. Harry was confused, did he have Jamie tied to him in that…wrap?
Harry moved silently across the room, making just enough noise so that Draco was aware of his presence, and it was worth it; instead of surprising Draco and likely waking Jamie, the smile Draco bestowed on him when he turned and saw Harry was enough to warm Harry’s heart forever. Not to mention leaving him with a prominent tightness in the crotch area.
“You’re home.” Draco whispered, still smiling at Harry.
“Yeah, just got in. Draco,” Harry reached out and touched the fabric that he could clearly see was wrapped over one of Draco’s shoulders and around his body with a bump against his chest that evidently contained Jamie. “What is this?” he asked, curiosity piqued.
“It’s called a pouch sling, its lovely isn’t it?” Draco grinned down at it, rubbing one of his hands over Jamie’s back through the material. “Hermione brought it over after I ranted to her through the Floo one too many times about how tired I was while you were gone and how Jamie was impossible…well never mind, you’re back now, and it’s the best gift I’ve even been given. Besides you and Jamie that is.” Draco smiled brightly at Harry and leaned up for a kiss which Harry gave him gladly. Kissing Draco after being gone from him for 10 days made his coming home complete. He looked down and found he could see Jamie’s sleeping face through a gap in the material, his chubby red cheeks pressed against Draco’s chest as he slept peacefully.
“So…it holds him for you then? It is comfortable?” Harry asked, running a finger across the fabric again.
“Yeah, it’s brilliant. Jamie falls asleep the second I put him in like this, and Hermione showed me a few other ways to carry him too. Can you believe he’s so happy in it I can actually get some work done? It leaves my hands free, and I can put him on my back too, so I was able to do some shopping, not to mention eat some of the food I bought. And I can eat or read while I’m feeding him, I only need one hand to hold the milk. It’s perfect Harry!” Draco was becoming quite enthusiastic, but quieted quickly when Jamie snorted and squawked before settling against his father’s chest once more. Draco continued with a quieter voice.
“It’s perfect. He’s happy and I am so much more mobile, not to mention my arms actually feel rested, and I think I may just survive this fatherhood thing, Harry. Not only are we both happier, but if I carry him all day in it sometimes he’ll let me put him down for a nap. It’s unprecedented!” Draco’s eyes were shining now and his hands were traveling up and down Harry’s back as they stood close.
“Wow, Draco. He really loves it that much? I’ve never seen anything like it.” Harry was in awe, Jamie looked as if he would sleep forever and despite caring for the boy alone for 10 days Draco looked rested and more relaxed than Harry had seen him in months.
“He does Harry. Hermione did some research, surprisingly enough, and she came up with this. The woman is a genius. If I wasn’t in love with you and irrevocably gay I’d ask her to marry me.” Draco grinned.
Harry laughed softly. “Ron might take an issue to that.” He quipped. “Wow, Draco. So it really works? You’re both alive, and the house is still standing. I can’t believe it!” Harry was in awe. “Even better, you still have all your hair.” Draco gave him an exasperated look as Harry ran an affectionate hand through Draco’s blond tresses.
“Yes, to all three. This thing is going to make our lives so much easier, and Jamie has never been happier.” Draco leaned in for another kiss and this one lingered, leaving Harry hot and his pants tightening.
“Do you think you can put him down? Now seems like a perfect time to become reacquainted with my husband.” Harry waggled his brows at Draco suggestively and he could tell Draco was responding.
“Yeah, he’s pretty out of it by now. Let me put him in the cradle, and we can have the bed to ourselves for once.” They slept with Jamie snuggled between them; Draco had been adamant that despite the Muggle fad of leaving their infants alone to sleep in separate rooms from their parents, they would follow common sense and Wizarding tradition by keeping their son in their bed until such a time that he was ready to take the first of many steps that led to adulthood by choosing to sleep in his own bed, and finally his own room. Draco moved around the bed and Harry watched him go, stripping off his outer robes and tie as Draco lifted Jamie and the sling at the same time, slipping his head out and laying Jamie down in the cradle just beside the bed; sling and all before freeing his arm and turning to Harry. Harry had managed to remove his shirt and shoes and was busy undoing his belt. Draco tossed his own clothes off and leapt onto the bed to wait for Harry.
“Oh.” Draco stopped and grabbed his wand from the table, setting a one way silencing charm over the cradle so they could hear Jamie if he fussed, but he couldn’t hear them. “Let’s not forget about that, shall we?” Draco drawled, his eyes roving hungrily over his now naked husband as Harry joined him on the bed.
“God, Draco I’ve missed you so much. And not just this past week, but for months. I can’t believe he’s really asleep over there. How long do we have?” Harry asked, running his hands over Draco’s skin, leaning in to smell him before laying soft sucking kisses over Draco’s pale neck.
Draco moaned when Harry’s lips reached the sensitive spot behind his ears, his arms wrapping around Harry and drawing him down onto the bed. “An hour probably, if not longer. He sleeps like an angel these past few days, can you believe it?”
Harry stopped, pulling back and looked at Draco with lust filled eyes. “An hour? Longer? You’re kidding, right?”
Draco shook his head, pulling Harry down for another rousing kiss, his fingers tangling in Harry’s unruly hair. “I’m not kidding.” He replied when Harry’s lips slid to his neck again. “We have time to go at least twice.”
He kissed Harry again and then they were lost in each other, finding themselves again with lips and tongues and fingertips as they rubbed their naked erections against one another. Harry could feel himself spiraling higher and higher, and he was pushing Draco over the edge as well. Soon they were coming, chests heaving and painted in streaks of white, their hands clasped together over Draco’s head as their tongues tangled hotly. They stopped for breath as they come down, Harry letting go of Draco’s hands to wrap his arms under his panting husband and roll him to the side, holding him close in blissful ignorance of their stickiness.
“Merlin Harry, I’ve missed you too.” Draco panted as he snuggled closer to his sweaty husband. Harry wandlessly summoned a blanket from the foot of the bed and covered them up as they cuddled atop the duvet.
“I missed you.” Harry repeated, kissing Draco lazily. “I love you, Draco Malfoy.” He whispered into Draco’s lips, catching Draco’s answering declaration in his mouth. “I love you too, Harry Potter.” Draco said, kissing Harry deeper as they held each other close.
Finally they lay still in the blessed silence of the bedroom, the quiet broken occasionally by a grunt from the direction of the cradle. A feeling of utter contentment settled on Harry, and he was happier in that moment than he had ever been. The moment did not last long; soon Draco’s little movements and soft lips on his neck made him harden anew, it had been much too long since they had indulged in more than a quick hand or blowjob, and Harry’s desire was fanned again. As was Draco’s, as evidenced by the erection that was pressing against his belly, leaving him no doubt of Draco’s matching need.
“Ready for another go?” Draco drawled and Harry grinned lasciviously at his husband in response. “I want you to fuck me this time, Harry.” Draco demanded, rolling onto his back again, pulling Harry on top.
“Abso-fucking-lutely” Harry quipped, adding, “Remind me to send Hermione the biggest box of chocolate that Honeyduke’s has to offer.” before silencing Draco’ answering laugh with a passionate kiss. They made good use of the time they were given, in the bed, the shower and the kitchen before Jamie woke and once more demanded their undivided attention. Harry beamed as he fetched his son from the cradle. Life had never been better, and he intended to milk it for every ounce of happiness he could.