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Chapter Nine: Here is your Happy Ending, Harry Potter

September 2006

The owl tapped the window, impatiently demanding to be let in. Harry groaned as he opened one groggy eye, before climbing out of bed, opening the window a fraction, and granting entry to the feathery beast. He removed the Prophet from the owl’s beak, handed over the Knuts required to pay for the newspaper, and turned to face the bed, where he noticed Draco had been awake the whole time throughout this. Wondering why Draco didn’t get up, then remembering it was because Draco was a Slytherin and therefore would always work a situation to his own advantage, Harry gave him a warm smile as he crawled back into bed and opened the paper. Predictably the front page carried a huge picture of Harry’s two most hated people on the planet, looking dishevelled and broken as they were led from the court late last night. He began to read.

DAILY PROPHET SATURDAY 9^th SEPTEMBER 2006

VERDICT REACHED IN MALFOY KIDNAPPING CASE- NOTT AND PARKINSON SENTENCED TO LIFE IMPRISONMENT

In what ultimately was a unanimous verdict from the Wizengamot, Theodore Nott (26) and Alistair Parkinson (49) were late last night both sentenced to life terms in Azkaban without parole, for murder, kidnap, false imprisonment, and rape, in what has become infamously known throughout our world as ‘The Malfoy Murders’. Upon passing sentence, the Chief Warlock, Mr Basil O’Shaughnessy, called the men ‘dangerous monsters’ who ‘would never be allowed into the public domain again for the rest of their natural lives.’ The pair were escorted to Azkaban in the early hours of this morning to begin their sentences and their wands were destroyed.

As a trail that was filled with drama came to its conclusion, Draco Malfoy punched the air in delight before collapsing into relieved sobs as the verdict was read out. He was seen to be comforted by Harry Potter, whose Auror team had led the investigation. Eyewitnesses described the interaction between Mr Malfoy and Mr Potter as intimate and tender, leading many to speculate that the nature of their relationship is one of more than just friends.

Both the media and public interest in this case has reached levels not seen since Potter’s now legendary defeat of You-Know-Who in 1998, capturing the interest of virtually every witch and wizard in Britain. However Harry Potter gave a brief statement as he and Mr Malfoy left the courtroom, asking for privacy. He said, ‘Draco and his son have been through enough. I request that the media and the public leave them alone now to get on with the rest of their lives in peace.’

Harry finished reading the newspaper and handed it to Draco to read, but he just tossed it onto the floor instead.

“I’ve had enough of thinking about the fucking trial,” he said, and Harry could hear the weariness that had nothing to do with their late night the previous evening in his voice. “I want to move on now. Nott and Parkinson are where they deserve to be and will rot in there. It was hard enough to listen to all the evidence over the past three days again; I don’t want to spend a rare morning alone in bed with you with those bastards on my mind.”

Harry agreed, relieved Draco felt that way. He had to admit, however, it was very bizarre not having Scorpius in the house. He had begged to be allowed to sleep at his “bestest cousin’s” house now that “I’m a bit more free” and Harry and Draco (whose relationship with Andromeda was healing) had thought it was a good idea, especially as they knew they were going to be home very late from the Wizengamot yesterday.

“I’ve been thinking, Harry,” he said, after a few minutes of uninterrupted silence. “About the Manor. I’m going to sell it.”

Harry raised his eyebrows in surprise. Draco looked at him. “Don’t be shocked,” he continued. “Neither of us is ever going to want to live there. It was the scene of Hermione’s torture from Bellatrix, residence to Voldemort, and where my mother was murdered. I don’t want it anymore.”

“But it’s been in your family for centuries!” Harry replied. “Hasn’t it?” Draco nodded.

“Since the time of William the Conqueror. The land the Manor stands upon was given to my ancestor, Armand Malfoy, by King William after Armand helped him with the invasion of England in the eleventh century, so just under a thousand years. But it’s not what it once was. It was once a proud, gracious Manor, a symbol of nobility and riches in wizarding Britain. But now it’s just a reminder of a series of macabre events from the past decade.”

“Who’s going to want to buy it, though? I mean, like you said, headquarters of Voldemort’s campaign and all that,” Harry replied gently. “Not to mention there are very few wizarding families with the sort of money.” Draco gave him a grim smile.

“I’m going to sell it to Muggles,” he said. “My father would kill me if he knew what I was going to do, but I don’t care anymore. The house is dead to me. It’s not the home I grew up in and was proud of anymore. I’m going to remove the wards and charms and all the other obviously magical artefacts from the building and list it in Muggle estate agents. I have done the Galleon to pound conversion and think I can probably get in the region of twenty-five million pounds for the entire estate including the land, as there’s miles of it. More than enough money to set Scorpius up for life. And-” he bit his lip, and Harry thought he looked slightly nervous- “we could buy somewhere together. I mean, I know we’ve been living together, but it’s because we’ve had to. And I want to live with you. In a house that’s ours, that we picked together, with our son. If, ah, you want to. You’re my future, Harry.”

Harry’s heart leapt with joy. He leant over the bed and kissed Draco furiously, a kiss that was enthusiastically returned. Harry felt the familiar pool of fire in his belly begin to burn, and he moaned softly.

“What time is it?” he gasped, as Draco’s lips began to suck the sensitive flesh of Harry’s neck.

“Early still,” was Draco’s vague reply. “Scorpius won’t be back from Andromeda’s until midday. He will be having a wonderful time with Teddy, enjoying his first sleepover. We have plenty of time.” Then he rolled onto his back, pulling Harry with him until the darker man was lying on top of him, their obvious mutual arousals pressing together. Even after two months of frequent sex, Harry had not yet got used to the overwhelming desire he felt for his boyfriend, and he succumbed quickly. Both men were dressed only in boxers anyway and these were quickly removed, causing their breathing to hitch as they felt the feelings of skin on skin.

“Mmm,” Draco hummed appreciatively as Harry began to first kiss Draco’s jaw, then his chest. He thrust slightly into Harry’s stomach as Harry’s kisses started to travel lower. Harry chuckled.

“Keen, aren’t we?” he teased, and swiped his tongue across Draco’s nipple, causing the flesh to protrude instantly and his body erupt in goose pimples. Draco’s only response was a hitch in breath and a beautifully- pink flush of arousal appearing on his cheeks. Harry stroked a hand up and down Draco’s side, enjoying the squirm the touch created, then ever-so-lightly traced his fingers over Draco’s erection before returning to his side, all the while kissing the blond everywhere his mouth could reach. Draco was putty in his hands, the control he liked to exert completely forgotten.

“Please,” he gasped, the sound of which shot straight to Harry’s groin. Having the usually composed, sharp-tongued Slytherin writhing and begging, looking rumpled and dishevelled underneath him, and knowing it was he, Harry, which had coaxed him into that state, was a massive turn-on for Harry. He smiled to himself, leant down and took Draco into his mouth, receiving a series of grateful gasps and sighs in response.

Harry continued to caress Draco with his mouth, and slipped his right hand around and placed it on Draco’s leg. He stoked Draco’s inner-thigh, then moved onto his buttocks, before slipping a finger between the cheeks. He heard Draco mutter a spell and found his fingers were covered in lubrication. He gently pushed in with a slickened digit, all the while continuing to work Draco with his mouth, searching for that spot that he knew would have Draco seeing stars.

“Fuck, Harry,” Draco gasped, as he pushed down on Harry’s finger. “That’s- oh, wow.”

Encouraged by Draco’s enthusiastic response, Harry slipped in another finger, before Draco began babbling that it was enough, he was ready, and Harry needed to stop very soon anyway before he came down Harry’s throat. Harry pulled off Draco’s erection, removed his fingers and slickened up, before positioning himself. He leant forwards to kiss his lover deeply as he began to enter him, meeting little resistance as he did so.

“God, Harry,” Draco whimpered, as Harry began to move, making sure he hit Draco’s prostate with every stroke. Slowly at first, but Harry quickly lost control and his thrusts sped up, hurtling them both towards orgasm.

“Fuck,” he muttered through clenched teeth. He tried in vain to regain his lost self-control as Draco’s fingers dug vice-like into his back, his own deep groans of pleasure not helping Harry to calm himself in the slightest. This wasn’t going to last much longer for either of them, and he knew it. He balanced his weight on his knees and left arm, and reached between Draco’s legs with his right, taking his erection in his hand, which he began to stroke in time with his thrusts. It only took about fifteen seconds of pumping before Draco began to tremble and his breathing turned erratic; he arched up off the bed, muscles clenched, and came, Harry’s name noiselessly exhaled on his lips as he hit his climax. The rhythmic contraction of the muscles surrounding Harry, combined with watching Draco come, sent him, too, over the edge; with a final deep thrust Harry stiffened and let out a groan into Draco’s neck as the wonderful sensation of orgasm overtook every other sense for those few seconds. Both men were panting for several moments afterwards, before Harry finally withdrew gently and rolled off Draco.

“Not a bad attempt at topping- for a rookie, I suppose, Potter,” Draco quipped. Harry chuckled at the huge juxtaposition of Draco’s words and his current appearance; Draco was still slightly panting and his words had come out breathless, looking every inch like someone who’d just had the time of their life.

“Only ‘not bad’, huh? You’ll have to show me how it should be done,” Harry replied, playing along. Draco smiled.

“Give me half an hour; I can’t even move, let alone find the energy to fuck you at the moment,” he said. Harry thought he’d settle for a kiss instead, so he leant forwards and captured Draco’s mouth with his own, their tongues intertwining. It was a long, luxurious kiss, and Harry thought he could just lie in bed all day snogging. In fact, that was his amazing new plan, until he heard the excited voice of Scorpius calling, “Daddy! Harry! I’m home! Are you both still in bed?” followed by Teddy’s snigger and Andromeda’s sharp, “Scorpius! Come back down those stairs at once!”

Harry and Draco leapt apart, jumped out of bed and began to throw on some clothes. “Midday they’d be back, you said!” Harry hissed, as he buckled up his jeans and pulled a crumpled-up black t-shirt over his head.

“It’s eleven forty-five,” Draco replied. “I may have exaggerated slightly when I said it was early. If I’d told you it was eleven earlier when you asked, you’d have panicked that we wouldn’t have enough time and refused to do anything. And I really needed a shag this morning. And we did have enough time, just. But in my defence they are still early.”

Bloody manipulative Slytherin, Harry thought to himself, and vowed that, in future, he’d always insist on receiving an actual time when he asked, but he couldn’t supress a smile as he descended the stairs, and suddenly he had an armful of Scorpius. Draco followed a few seconds later, hair a state (so was Harry’s, but as this was normal for him it went mainly unnoticed), and caused Andromeda to give the pair a knowing look. Harry flushed a bright scarlet in response.

“Nice morning, you two?” she asked, her mouth pulled up into a crooked smile. Harry was pleased to note that even the usually unfazed Draco blushed at her words.

“I had a well cool time with Teddy!” Scorpius said, and Draco bit his lip, evidently forcing himself not to comment on the boy’s grammar. “We stayed up late playing. Auntie Andromeda has bought Teddy a Crup puppy. It did a poo in Auntie’s shoe! Teddy’s called it Ron because it’s ginger, farts a lot and doesn’t stop eating.”

Both Harry and Draco burst out laughing at this. Teddy looked a bit sheepish, but soon joined in, and Harry vowed to tell Ron as soon as they were both at work on Monday that he had a canine namesake, as he busied himself making tea for the adults and pouring milk for the two boys.

“Can Teddy stay for lunch?” Scorpius asked when Harry returned with a tray of drinks, and Teddy sat next to his grandmother looking hopeful. Harry looked at Andromeda, who gave him a ‘it’s fine with me if it’s OK with you’ expression, and Harry agreed. Both boys disappeared instantly upstairs, and Harry could hear them playing noisily together in Scorpius’ room.

“Invitation extends to you, too, Andromeda,” Harry said. “But feel free to have the afternoon off.”

“Those boys didn’t go to sleep until one this morning,” Andromeda replied. “Then they got up at seven, demanding breakfast. I’m exhausted and I don’t know where they get their energy from. An afternoon off sounds wonderful, if you’re sure?” She turned her attention to Draco, before pulling him into a tentative hug. “I was delighted with the trial result,” she said gently. “Justice for Annalisa and my sister. Narcissa and I may not have been close for years, but I always loved her. She can rest in peace now, Draco.” She broke the embrace and called a goodbye to Teddy, before Apparating home.

****

After lunch Scorpius and Teddy grew restless and irritable, so Harry suggested they went to the park. However when he disappeared upstairs and returned with two broomsticks, the boys’ faces lit up in delight.

“About time we all had a proper fly, I think,” Harry said. “There’s a park in Hogsmeade that allows flying. Who fancies a two-on-two Seeker game?”

Both boys jumped up and down in uncontained excitement. Even Draco had a hungry glint in his eye, betraying the nonchalant expression on his face. He scooped Teddy into his arms, whilst Draco did the same with Scorpius, and they Apparated to a park on the outskirts of Hogsmeade, which was visible to magical folk only.

“Teddy and me against you and your daddy, Scorpius,” Harry said. He mounted his broom, and held it at just the right height for Teddy to mount too, whom was practically vibrating with anticipation. Harry had taken both boys flying before, but only for short flights; they’d never played Quidditch together. It had always been too much of a risk to Scorpius’ safety, having him in such a vulnerable position.

Once Teddy was seated securely in front of Harry and gripping the broom tightly, Harry kicked off from the ground, and a second later Draco and Scorpius did too, and both broomsticks shot high into the air. The squeals of delight coming from both boys put a huge smile on Harry’s face, as did the familiar thrill of freedom that flying had always given him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a Snitch. He looked at Draco, who gave him a massive grin.

“Scared, Potter?” he asked, and Harry burst out laughing, remembering their duel from their second year at Hogwarts. He released the Snitch.

“You wish, Malfoy,” he replied. “Hold on tight, Teddy!” He leant forwards on the broomstick and it shot towards the released Snitch at speed. Harry could feel Draco and Scorpius on his tail, and pushed the broomstick further, but the Snitch abruptly shot upwards and disappeared. Harry pulled the broom up and slowed down.

“Keep looking, Teddy,” Harry instructed, and began to fly expertly around the pitch, clearly determined to ensure Teddy enjoyed every single second of this.

“There!” Teddy called after about five minutes, and Harry was glad he’d finally seen it; he himself had spotted it over a minute ago. A quick glance at Draco let him know that Draco had, too, and was also waiting for the boys. The two men grinned at each other, Draco quirked his eyebrows and Harry nodded. Then suddenly both men pelted towards the Snitch at full-speed, whilst Teddy and Scorpius each gave a roar of delight.

“Hand out!” Harry yelled as he approached the Snitch. Teddy stuck out an arm, and from his peripheral vision, Harry could see Scorpius doing the same. The two broomsticks were neck-and-neck now. He pushed harder; the Snitch was just a few feet away now from both boys’ finger tips. Just a couple more seconds…

“YES!” Teddy cried in triumph, as his fingers curled tightly around the tiny golden ball. Harry gave a shout of victory, then flew to the ground.

Draco and Scorpius were wearing identical petulant pouts by the time the four had left the brooms and were seated on the grass. Harry had to stifle a laugh. “Afternoon’s not over yet, you two,” Harry said cheerfully. “Although, your dad’s never beaten me to the Snitch yet!”

The four played Quidditch with the Snitch all afternoon. Harry’s team caught it every time, although Teddy and Scorpius took turns to be with him. Both boys declared the afternoon the ‘most fun ever’, and by the time they returned to Grimmauld Place, Teddy and Scorpius both looked as if they were about to fall asleep on their feet. After Harry dropped Teddy back with Andromeda, and Scorpius was in bed and was snoring soundly, he teased Draco good-naturedly about his zero percent catch record.

“Yes, well,” Draco replied shortly, obviously not enjoying the teasing, “you try getting buggered in the morning then spending three hours sitting on a fucking broomstick in the afternoon. It bloody well hurts.”

“Want me to kiss it better?” Harry said, before realising what he’d implied. He blushed. The teasing suddenly didn’t seem so funny, especially when he heard Draco’s breathing hitch, then Draco grabbed Harry’s face between his hands and pulled his mouth to his own. They kissed messily for a few moments, and Harry could feel Draco’s erection pressed firmly against his thigh, before he grasped Draco firmly and Apparated them both to the bedroom they now both shared.

Their lovemaking was fast and furious. Harry was on his back whilst Draco rode him, frantically fisting his own erection whilst Harry slammed up into him. Having fucked less than twelve hours previously had not dampened either man’s desire for the other; in fact, Harry rather suspected he was becoming addicted to Draco. The more he and Draco did this, the more he craved.

Draco faltered and stiffened, emptying himself onto Harry’s stomach as his face contorted in pleasure, which triggered Harry’s own release; with a hoarse cry he came, his fingers digging into Draco’s hip.

“I love you, Harry,” Draco said softly, stroking a lock of sweat-dampened hair from Harry’s face. “Even if you do always fucking beat me at Quidditch.”

“Always have, always will, Draco,” Harry replied with a chuckle. “Just accept it. And I love you too. So much.”

“I’m topping next time. I won’t be able to walk tomorrow,” Draco quipped.

“Deal,” Harry said, and yawned loudly. He fell asleep quickly in Draco’s arms, thinking there was nowhere else on Earth he’d rather be.

****

“We need a holiday,” Draco announced over breakfast the following morning. “So much has happened this year- I just think the three of us need a week or two on our own to relax and enjoy ourselves. We could go to the Amalfi Coast, or to Sardinia, or maybe Crete, or-”

“Disneyland! I want to go to Disneyland!” Scorpius interjected excitedly. Harry snorted into his coffee whilst Draco blinked at him in confusion.

“Scorpius, we can’t go to made-up places,” he told his son patiently. “There’s no such place as Disneyland.”

“Yes there is!” Scorpius replied loudly, whilst Harry burst out laughing. “It’s where Buzz Lightyear lives!” He got down from the breakfast table and ran to his bedroom. Draco turned to Harry.

“What is our son talking about, Harry? And who is Buzz Lightyear?” he asked, and Harry put his cup of coffee down, trying to ignore the wonderful fluttering sensation in his stomach he always got when Draco called Scorpius ‘their’ son. Harry opened his mouth to reply, but just then Scorpius returned with a ten-inch long doll, dressed in bizarre clothes. Draco took the doll from Scorpius.

“Is this a Bubble-Head Charm?” he asked quizzically, looking at the contraption around the doll’s head. Scorpius looked angry.

“It’s his space helmet so Buzz can breathe in space,” he replied. “Buzz is a spaceman.” As if to prove his point, Scorpius pressed a button on the front of the doll, and Draco nearly dropped it in surprise when it cried out, “To infinity and beyond!”

“And this ‘Buzz’ lives in Whatsitland?” Draco asked.

“Disneyland,” Harry corrected. “And, technically, he doesn’t live anywhere as he’s a character from Toy Story.” Harry then explained about the films, Walt Disney and the theme park. He noticed Draco became paler and paler the more Harry talked.

“Please can we go, Daddy? Please?” Scorpius asked. Draco sighed.

“Fine,” he said, defeated. “America it is then. Let’s go to California and to this Disney place and mix with Muggles for a fortnight. And afterwards we’re going to have a proper holiday, somewhere peaceful and cultured, and without six-feet-high mice walking around.”

Scorpius’ eyes lit up and he beamed. He gave Draco a massive kiss, then ran off, shouting, “I’m going to Disneyland!” repeatedly at the top of his voice. Harry laughed.

“You’ve made him incredibly happy, Draco,” he said, talking Draco’s hand and holding it tightly in his.

“I know,” Draco conceded. “It’s just… I never imagined I’d be doing any of this, you know? When Annalisa was still alive, I mean. I assumed we’d be living at the Manor, and Scorpius would be educated in the classics and etiquette, and pure-blood culture. Instead he reads disgusting Muggle literature about men who eat worms, speaks with appalling grammar at times and we’re off to some hell hole in America called Disneyland to meet a fictional character called Buzz Lightyear. This is so far away from the upbringing I imagined my child receiving all those years ago.”

Harry froze. Was Draco disappointed? But then Draco’s face broke out into a huge, genuine smile.

“You’ve given him a childhood, Harry,” Draco said, and Harry exhaled the breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. “All this- he’s been allowed to be a child. There are still a lot of elements from my background I want him to learn, but you’ve given him a life I never would have been able to. And- and he’s extremely happy. Thank you, Harry. For teaching me, too; not just for bringing him up. You have done an amazing job with him.”

To Harry’s horror he felt his eyes prickle. His grip on Draco’s hand intensified.

“I love that kid with everything I am and all that I have,” Harry replied. He was pleased his voice sounded steady. “I had such a fucking miserable childhood. No kid in my care was going to go through what I did.”

“He’s never going to be miserable with us,” Draco said. “We’re quite the odd little family, aren’t we?”

Harry’s heart soared. He was buying a house with Draco, the man he was head-over-heels in love with. Draco had just called them a family, and they were off to Disneyland with their son. Nott and Parkinson were where they belonged, and would never be able to hurt them again. Harry was not naïve enough to think there wouldn’t be struggles in the future; Draco still had ‘bad days’ and was still under the care of a medical team at St Mungo’s, and their mutual stubbornness would no doubt lead to some spectacular fights at times, but for the first time in Harry’s life he felt complete. He thought back to that day in May, when he found Draco on the streets of London, and thought that what he cared about most in the world was going to be taken from him. Harry couldn’t have been more wrong. Instead he got everything he’d ever wanted. Harry finally had his happy ending.
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