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You're My Home	By : Keladry1n100 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 16394 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: Hey everyone!! I love you're guys' comments. haha. They made me giggle. They truly did. Thank you all to those of you that commented. I truly appreciate them.

Uh just a little heads up, I was told yesterday that the computer that I work on is in the process of a systems wide failure. (Granted, the little trooper is over 7 years old so really it's had a really fantastic life) Either way, I might not have a computer starting... tonight? Tomorrow? 6 months from now? NO I idea when my little toaster is gonna kick the bucket. So just a heads up if there is a delay in my posting the next chapter. So I just ask that you all please PLEASE be patient with me. I promise not to leave you all hanging too long if my computer decided to die. It will just be a matter of finding a computer that I can consistently work on.
Anyways, without further ado, I hope you enjoy this chapter! And comments are very much appreciated. (Nice) Constructive Crits are appreciated too. :)

Chapter 10

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            Harry crawled into bed beside Draco before looking over at the cots that were placed in their bedroom. Ciel and Teddy refused to sleep in their own rooms at the Manor and Harry couldn’t blame them. Their safe space had been invaded and they weren’t about to sleep alone. Narcissa, Hermione and Travis had gone out and dispelled the rest of their guests, telling them that the boys were suffered from nightmares and required the presence of their parents for the rest of the evening and to please forgive them for not coming to see their guests off. After that they placed all sorts of different protection spells, layering them and making existing ones stronger. Narcissa had offered to let Jagra stay but he decided to go back to his office and continue doing some research. Harry’s pregnancy had resulted in night after night of research to find whatever he could about male pregnancies.
            While the others were out and about, Draco and Harry remained with the boys. They had Hermione bring Maka down where they were able to lift the spell Alden had placed on her. Once that was done they turned their attention back to the boys where they did their best to sooth their fears and reassure them that there were safe and that they’d been brave to face the mean man in such a way. But their reassurances could really only go so far. They would need time to work through their fear on their own terms. After everything was said and done, it was well passed 2 in the morning when the boys finally became too exhausted to stay awake.
            It wasn’t until Harry finally crawled into bed beside Draco that the day’s events finally hit him and he became ridiculously exhausted himself. Every bone in his body ached and his limbs felt heavy. As soon as he laid down, he felt the first twinges of fear start to bloom in his chest. Draco seemed to notice the sudden mood change and he sat up and looked over at Harry.
            “Hey. I know the end of our evening didn’t end well but everyone is safe for now. That envelope will stay where it’s at until the Aurors get here and our sons are sleeping safe and sound only a few feet away.”
            “How can you be so calm Draco? Our children were attacked for the second time tonight while we were partying downstairs.” Harry turned dim emerald eyes towards the blonde.
            Draco winced when Harry put it that way. He took a deep breath before speaking, “Yeah. Somehow we messed up tonight. My mother knows what he looks like and she wouldn’t have let him into the house. So he must’ve disguised himself with polyjuice potion, glamours who knows. But right now, I need to focus on the fact that our children are safe as of right now and that nothing worse happened tonight. I also need to focus on you. Jagra said that you were ok but today has been far too taxing on you. You need to rest. Can you do that for me tonight? Focus on relaxing until tomorrow?” Draco’s tone turned pleading. He was seriously worried about Harry’s health with how hollowed those emerald eyes had become.
            His worry increased when Harry didn’t even fight him, but instead closed his eyes and nodded his head. “Ok. For tonight we’ll rest. But tomorrow, we find him and make him pay.” Harry turned onto his side with his back facing Draco. Even though Draco was worried about how easy he got Harry to agree to his wishes in this, Draco laid down beside Harry and wrapped his arms around the man’s waist. He pulled the man back until they were flush against each other. He rained soft kissed on Harry’s neck and shoulder as he settled in. The contact made Harry shudder and a soft moan escaped from his lips.
            Harry moaned again when Draco kept placing light kisses on his neck. He’d experienced these kisses more times than he could count, and these kisses weren’t the kind that the blonde used to seduce him. They were his way of show appreciation for Harry and saying a ‘proper’ goodnight before sleep took him. But as soon as Draco started placing those kisses on his neck, Harry suddenly felt awake and every nerve ending and every blood vessel was on fire. It almost hurt with how fast Harry became aroused. He felt the urgent need to feel Draco so he reached behind him and grabbed Draco’s limp cock. The contact made Draco jump a little with surprise.
            “What are you playing at Harry?” Draco whispered in Harry’s ear with a soft chuckle, “I thought you said you’d get some rest?” He raised an eyebrow when Harry squirmed and started panting heavily.
            “Draco…” Harry tugged Draco’s cock, his sudden need increasing as his husband’s cock hardened in his hand, “I dont know what’s happening but I just… I feel…”
            The blonde moaned softly, so as not to wake up the kids. But his brow was furrowed with confusion. He wouldn’t deny Harry if he wanted to have a go right now, but his words were puzzling, “You feel what?”
            “Draco please, I’m burning.” And it felt true. His whole being was on fire and Draco’s lips and fingers were the only thing that cooled the sensation. “I need you right now. I need you to fuck me. I nee…” Harry seemed to be at a loss for words. He didn’t understand what was going on with his body at all. All he knew was that his ass ached horribly and it desperately needed to be filled. “Cum in me Draco. Fuck me. Please!” The desperation seeping into his tone finally keyed Draco into the fact that something was truly happening to Harry. Draco’s eyes widened as he looked at his husband. Harry was grabbing his cock and squirming up against him in such a way that the brunette never did. Not at the beginning at least. Sure, Draco could get Harry to act like this with a few licks and nips in the right spots but Harry never came at him like that. Even though there was something not right with the way that Harry was acting, Draco decided to ask questions later and just give his husband what he was asking for.
            Sitting up, he ordered Harry to stay on the bed. He glances at the boys before getting up and walking over to his dresser. He opened a drawer and pulled out a small potions bottle. He uncorked the bottle and then put his index finger over the opening and thumb on the bottle. Upending the bottle quickly, he was able to get a small dab of the potion on his finger. With this, he kneeled down in front of each child and placed that small dab of potion inside of their mouths. Once that was done, he returned the bottle to it’s drawer and returned to Harry on the bed. He chuckled when he found his husband already stripping.
            “What did you give them? Harry inquired, panting heavily. If he wasn’t so aroused, he’d be completely embarrassed with his actions. He felt like a bitch in heat if he were being honest with himself. He found himself once again trying to understand what was going on with him but that only lasted a moment as another wave of need coursed through him.
            “I just gave them a small taste of a sleeping draught. It’ll keep them in a deep sleep for a couple hours. You aren’t exactly quiet, particularly when you’re like this. I just dont trust them to stay asleep if we only cast a silencing charm on the bed.” Having said that, Draco did cast a silencing charm on the room to prevent other unwanted guests. He turned his eyes to Harry and stared at the man with hunger in his eyes. “Merlin. You are going to be the death of me Harry.” Harry had pushed the covers down and laid on his back with his legs spread wide. With his baby bump, Harry couldn’t quite reach his entrance from the front so he settled for fisting his own erection. The view was incredibly arousing and Draco found that he couldn’t stare any longer so he climbed onto the bed, dropping his head between Harry’s quivering legs. The man was already wet and leaking with slick as if begging for any cock that would take him, though Draco knew better than that.
            Harry shook his head, spreading his legs a little bit farther apart. “Draco dont. It’s not enough. I need you.” The need to have his lover inside of him nearly made the brunette sob with need. In response to Harry’s pleading, Draco’s talented tongue began devouring him relentlessly, licking and sucking at his entrance. Draco had to hold Harry down as he prepped the man’s entrance, though really it was so loose that Draco didn’t think that the brunette needed much prepping. Just to make sure, Draco slipped in three fingers which made Harry’s hips buck. The man groaned, trying to get those fingers to delve deeper into him. But it still wasn’t enough. He needed more. Sitting up, Harry grabbed some pillows and then turned over. He placed them on the bed and then got on his hands and knees over the pillows before dropping onto his elbows. The pillows would give his baby bump a bit more support. His stomach looked like a small watermelon and it would definitely need the support. Making sure his legs were spread out, Harry looked behind him with pleading eyes.
            “Draco please.”
            The blonde practically growled at the view, unable to deny his husband or himself any longer. He finished stripping out of his pajamas before climbing behind Harry. He lined himself up before taking hold of Harry’s hips. Then he pushed forward with one fluid movement, only stopping when the two were flush against each other. Harry moaned loudly, making Draco thankful he’d thought to give the boys a very tiny taste of the sleeping draught, even if it was probably immoral of him to do so. There was absolutely no way the boys would have slept through their father’s moans. Draco moaned himself with how slick Harry was and how the man’s channel tightened desperately as he pulled out only to push back in. Each thrust made Harry moan and squirm underneath him. Each thrust set every nerve ending in Harry’s body on fire and it was driving Harry absolutely crazy. The deep urge driving his actions was started to become sated but it wasn’t entirely done yet. It needed one other thing before it would feel happy.
            As Draco continued to thrust into Harry’s body, the blonde bent over and started placing kisses along the man’s spine, his hands drifting down to cradle the brunette’s swollen stomach. He nearly smiled when he felt a light kick on his hands as he pulled out of Harry. Over the last week they’d started to feel soft kicks in Harry’s stomach and it was a sensations that Draco just couldn’t get enough of. He loved feeling little feet or hands bump inside of Harry. It made everything even more real than it already was. There was a being growing inside of Harry and he was the one who placed that being there. Soon enough it would enter the world and he’d be able to hold the child in his arms. A needy moan pulled him out of his reverie and he was reminded that the man carrying his child was in need of some pleasurable attention.
            Snapping his hips, he smiled at the keening sound Harry made. With every enthusiastic thrust Draco made, Harry pushed back with just as much enthusiasm if not more. And with each thrust Harry let out a delicious sound that became music to Draco’s ears. He could spend all of eternity listening to his husband moan, whine and any other sound that he could pull from the man. It wasn’t long before Draco completely lost track of how long he and Harry were going at it, but there came a point were he felt his climax drawing near. Feeling the telltale signs that he was close, he made every effort to bring Harry to his third orgasm before he reached his own. In order to make this happen, Draco reached around and started pumping the man’s cock in time with his thrust. For a moment he was thankful they’d spent as much time having sex as they have otherwise he wouldn’t have known the right way to squeeze and pinch the man’s cock to draw that last orgasm out of the brunette. His efforts were rewarded moments after he started by a handful of cum and Harry’s body going ridged. Harry’s mouth hung open in a silent cry before he buried his face in the pillow. The man’s shuddered and sinfully tight ass pulled Draco willingly over the edge as his hips jerks as cum exploded into his lover. However, cum wasn’t the only thing that entered Harry’s body. Draco gasped seconds before Harry reached back to grip Draco’s thigh, his head popping out of the pillow with a surprised yelp. In the process of Harry being filled with Draco’s cum, a massive surge of magic left Draco’s body and forced its way into Harry’s.
            By now they’d experienced the transfer of magic enough times to know exactly what was happening but most of them, not including the first one, were small. This one wasn’t nearly as large as the first one they’d experienced but it was still a big one compared to the normal transfers that happen. Harry gasped and panted as his body received all that Draco had to give. All of that magic surged into his entire body before become focused mainly in Harry’s stomach. Immediately the heat that had been coursing through him from the beginning disappeared. He would always love having sex with Draco but for the moment his body was completely sated. When the magic transfer was complete, Draco pulled out and grabbed his wand so he could clean up their mess. Once cleaned up, he maneuvered Harry so the man was lying on his side.
            Panting heavily, Harry was grateful for Draco’s help, for he doubted he would have been able to move without the man. The magic swirling through him practically froze him in his spot. When the blonde helped him ease onto his side, his arms wrapped around himself as best they could. Magic reached into every part of him and it made him incredibly uncomfortable. His body just didn’t know where to put all that magic so it shifted from place to place and didn’t do it discreetly. He was so focused on what was happening inside of him that he didn’t even realize that Draco had cleaned them both up and was trying to put some underwear on him. Draco managed tug the man’s underwear on him before pulling some on for himself. He’d just pulled a loose t-shirt over his head when he heard Harry whine softly.
            “Harry?” Draco crawled into bed and knelt behind Harry, lying warm hands on the man’s arm. When Harry didn’t answer, Draco lightly shook the arm in his hand, “Hey. Harry. Are you alright?” Blonde eyebrows searched the part of the brunette’s face that he could see. Harry’s eyes were closed and his panting had yet to stop. But with Draco shaking him, Harry opened his eyes and managed to roll himself onto his back so he could face Draco. Emerald eyes torn between exhaustion, happiness and discomfort.
            “I’m fine. There’s just too much.” Heavy eyelids closed and Harry tried to shift in order to find a slightly more comfortable place. The blonde didn’t need any more explanation. There was too much magic in Harry’s body and they both knew what that would mean. Panic, not for the first time that night, stabbed Draco’s heart as he watched the brunette. But he forced himself to take a few deep breaths before running his hands through Harry’s hair. He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on Harry’s forehead and then the man’s closed eyelids. Then he maneuvered himself so that he was sitting against the headboard in which Harry shifted himself so his shifted onto his other side facing the blonde. Draco stretched his arm out so that he could easily rub Harry’s back.
            “Sleep. Everything will be fine so done worry about a thing.” It wasn’t entirely easy to keep his tone warm and comforting but he must have managed it for a smile tugged on Harry’s lips and the man reached out and grabbed hold of Draco’s boxers, shifting forward a little to rest his head against Draco’s thigh. Sitting there, Draco watched as Harry instantly drifted off into a deep sleep that the blonde was guessing would last about 2 days. It was going to be a long couple of days to come that was for sure.

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            No matter what he did, Draco couldn’t find any rest that night. When he actually laid down beside Harry, he tossed and turned and even counted sheep in an attempt to fall asleep. His body was heavy with exhaustion, his head hurt and there was a constant tightness in his chest that wouldn’t ease up. His unease finally came to a point where he couldn’t take it any longer. As smoothly as he could, Draco got out of bed and silently opened their door and entered the hallway. Before he walked down the all, he set up an alarm that would let him know if someone entered or exited his chambers. Draco rolled his shoulders then walked down the hallway. He walked around aimlessly for a while, going from one end of the Manor to the other. Eventually his feet led him to the library. He entered the room and made an instant beeline to the bar that was closes to the fireplace.
            Once a glass of scotch was poured for himself, he lit the fire and practically oozed into a big lounge chair. In one unrefined swig, he drank his whole glass of scotch resulting in a few brief coughs and a grimace. As he gazed into the fire, thoughts about Alden began to invade his mind. At first he couldn’t understand how the man had gotten into the house without his mother knowing. But then the comment he’d made earlier came back to him that Alden could have used glamours or a polyjuice potion to get in. It chilled Draco to the bone to think that Alden had his children in his grimy hands and he hadn’t been there to protect them. If he was of a mind, the man could have decided to do some serious harm to those boys. For the first time in a long time he felt truly and utterly useless and helpless all of which mixed in with his fear. He was reminded of when he was a boy in school and there was danger all around him and he could do nothing to protect those that he loved. Having finished his drink, he got up and retrieved the scotch bottle so that as he returned to his chair, he wouldn’t have to get up and get it again. He sat there trying to figure out what their next step should be as he made good use of the scotch next to him.
            Fire and scotch were running low when there was a soft shuffle that came closer to where he sat. However, he’d had so much to drink already that he didn’t really care who it was or what they wanted. The only reason he looked over at all was because there was a soft clinking sound where his drink sat on the side table. His guest was pouring more liquor into his drink which he was eternally grateful for. The bottle of scotch had been emptied quite some time ago.
            “Draco.” Hermione’s soft voice tugged his attention to his other side where he found the woman wrapped in a light silk over robe. Her hair was pulled back in a loose bun and she looked tired. Draco looked to his other side where Travis was. He’d poured himself a drink and sat down on the couch next to him. The man was dressed in loose plaid pajama pants and he wore a fitted t-shirt.
            “’Mione” Draco picked up the glass and toasted in her direction, “Isn’t it a bit late to be wandering about?” Silver eyes meandered back over to Travis who held up his own glass in a silent toast. Draco nearly asked if the man had used the contraception that he’d given Travis earlier. Thankfully he wasn’t drunk enough to think asking the question was a good idea. How he wasn’t drunk enough he wasn’t sure, for he’d drank nearly a full bottle of scotch. Meanwhile, Hermione moved to sit next to Travis on the couch, her eyes dark with worry.
            “We could say the same for you Draco. How long have you been drinking?” The smell of alcohol was ripe on the blonde and she was seriously worried about what that meant. She’d never seen Draco this way before. His eyes were sunken in, his face was tight and wrinkled all at the same time and the normally sharp silver eyes were dull and lifeless.
            Those same silver eyes looked over at the empty bottle of scotch and shrugged his shoulders. “Dont know. Maybe an hour or two? Not sure.” With that, Draco dumped the rest of the liquor in his glass into his mouth. Travis and Hermione looked at each other with growing concern.
            “What happened?” Travis asked.
            “Oh you mean besides the fact that my crazy ex-partner got into my home and hurt my children with the sole purpose of hurting me or my husband with a letter containing a hex that would be released as soon as either of us touched it? And now Ciel and Teddy will have to spend the next couple days without their dad and I can’t explain it in such a way that will make them feel any better.”
            “What does that mean!?” Hermione’s voice became tight with fear.
            Sighing heavily, Draco found the full bottle on the table next to him and poured himself another drink. Drinking all of its contents, he set his glass down on the table and looked at Hermione.
            “Harry’s body needed magic but his body ended up taking more magic that it could handle.”
            “He’ll be asleep until his body can handle it all.” Hermione rubbed her face as she internally groaned. Harry being asleep wouldn’t help matters in the coming days.
            “Ok. I know I’m an outsider here, but can someone please explain what you mean by Harry needed magic?” Hermione reached over and patted the man’s shoulder.
            “I’m sorry Travis. You’ve been thrown into all of this and I’m sorry. One of the things that a pregnant wizard requires is magic. The baby was conceived with magic and it doesn’t only feed off of the bearers nutrients but the pregnancy is sustained off of a steady flow of magic. Most male pregnancies need the assistant of the father of the child because the child tends to pull too much from the mother and he can’t keep sustaining the child. We have learned that sometimes Harry’s body takes on more magic than his body can handle and when that happens he goes into a sort of coma for a few days until his body can handle all the magic coursing through him.”
            “That sounds pretty intense. How often does this occur?”
            “It’s only happened once.” Draco interjected, “After that first time, his body has only taken small amounts from me but tonight it took far more than normal.”
            “How do these transfers happen?” The man looked between Hermione and Draco. Hermione’s face flushed brightly and Draco smirked knowingly. Not many people asked that question and so most people wouldn’t know how just a transfer is done. Normally Draco wouldn’t give an answer to the few who even thoughts to ask but this was Travis.
            “Sex.”
            Brown eyebrows raised a fraction, surprised by that answer. “Sex?” The question held a small semblance of a laugh.
            “That’s right. Best way to give his body what it needs is to give it to him the way that this whole thing began. Through sex.” The two shared a look before the both of them started chuckling.
            “Merlin you two!” Hermione exclaimed, her face a furious shade of red, “Must you two be so vile? I thought you gentlemen had a bit more class.”
            Travis laughed, glancing over at the woman, “Just because we belong to high society, but we are men after all. We dont take pride in pleasing our lovers. Including sharing our pride with our friends.”
            “Yeah Hermione. I’m surprised you dont know that yet.”
            Knowing exactly what the blonde meant, Hermione turned her nose up at Draco and scooted away from Travis. Her actions made the men laugh again. However their laughter faded quickly as Draco’s mind quickly returned to the problems at hand. He leaned forward and rested his face in his cupped hands. Silence filled the space between all of them as they kept to their own thoughts.
            “Hermione I’m really going to need you over the next couple days. I dont know how long Harry will be asleep for but I bet it will be at least two days. Maybe three? The boys are no doubt going to have trouble with separation and I have to contact the people I had tailing Alden. I have to contact the Aurors in the morning and I should write Minerva and put in for Harry’s temporary leave of absence because if this is anywhere near as bad as I think it might be, then I can’t afford to have Harry to be pushing himself and stressed more than he already is.”
            “I dont think putting in for a leave of absence for Harry is a good idea Draco.” The woman was shaking her head thoughtfully.
            “Why the hell not?” Draco growled, “I dont want to run the risk of losing Harry or our baby.”
            “Taking away his ability to teach would be the worse thing you could do. He loves teaching. I know you want to protect him but he will need something to keep his mind off of the threat your ex is posing to your family. Dont forget, you aren’t going to be dealing with this alone. So dont shut Harry in a hole like he’ll break.”
            “He will break. He is breaking. Otherwise he wouldn’t be sleeping in my bed in a coma.”
            A cleared throat brought the two out of the hold they had on each other’s eyes. They looked over to Travis who’s eyebrows were furrowed in thought. “If you give me more information, I can ask my father and my colleagues to keep an ear out for this Alden person. We work with a wide range of companies and newspapers. The newspapers in particular will have ways to get information about who comes and goes. I can put some feelers out there and have them report back to me if they hear anything. That is if you’d like. The more people you have out there looking for this man the better right?”
            “That’s a very kind offer Travis.”
            Draco nodded his head in agreement. All the help his family could get, he would take. “Thank you Travis. I’m sorry to get you involved in my family’s mess.”
            “It’s no problem. We used to be really close Draco. As far as I’m concerned, you are still a really good friend. I’m happy to help in any way that I can.”
            Draco leaned over to pour himself and Travis another glass in which he handed the glass over and the two men lightly toasted each other. The three of them dove into talks about what they were need to do over the next few days. Travis offered to stay at the Manor for the next few days to add an extra hand which Draco gladly accepted. Having people around that he considers friends would be far more comforting than he was willing to admit. When Draco became too intoxicated to continue conversing, Travis practically carried the blonde back to his room with Hermione following close behind them. She was the one who opened the bedroom door and helped Travis place the drunk blonde into the bed and tuck him in. As Travis walked towards the door, Hermione turned and approached the slumbering boys.
            Kneeling beside them, she placed a kiss on the top of each of the children’s head. A piece of her felt such sorrow that they were subject to the kind of terror they experienced that evening. And every part of her being yearned to do whatever it took to help protect her nephews. She watched their faces for a moment and when she was convinced that they would sleep as peacefully as they could for the night, Hermione stood and followed Travis out the door. When she joined him, Travis closed the door behind them and started guiding the brunette towards her room.
            “You’re very attached to those boys aren’t you?” The question was thoughtful.
            Hermione smiled lightly, “Those boys are as dear to me as if they were my own. Is that such a bad thing?” Her tone turned playful.
            “Of course not!” Travis exclaimed as if he’d poked a bear. When he saw the look in her eye, he shook his head and smiled. “May I ask you another question?”
            By the way the man asked the question, she figured it would be a personal one. She took a moment to decide whether or not she wanted to answer a question like that but after a moment it finally didn’t seem that important anymore. Travis was a man that she met for the first time that evening and she already felt incredibly comfortable around him. He was a gentlemen, he had a sense of humor, he was ready to help those he considered a friend and he seemed to be very open minded for someone of his standing. And he didn’t treat her any different having heard about her life from Draco. Actually, he seemed to pay even more attention to her after having learned about her.
            “What’s you’re question?”
            “Did you ever think about having kids?” They’d reached her door but instead of going inside, she leaned against the hard wood.
            “Did Draco say something to the effect that I didn’t want kids?”
            Travis shook his head, not even attempting to hide the fact that Draco told him about her, “No. But he told me about your marriage and that it had gone wrong. With how young you were when you got married, I’m just a little surprised that you don’t have any kids yet.” Though his words were sincere, there was a little piece in Hermione that caught just the tiniest bit of relief in the man’s words.
            “Of course I want kids of my own. My ex is the one who didn’t want any. So I had to settle for considering those boys as mine.”
            “That’s a shame.” The tone was nonchalant but it made Hermione’s eyes dance.
            “Oh you think so?”
            Blue eyes flashed flirtatiously, “I know so. If I’d been your husband I would have given you anything that you wanted. Including as many children that you wanted, if that was your desire.”
            There was no holding back the giggle or the smile that bubbled out of the woman. Once released, she took on an appearance of fained surprised and offense. “For someone who proclaims to be a gentleman that seems like a very forward statement dont you think? Who is to say that I would even consider you someone of interest?”
            The challenge made Travis smirk in a breathtaking fashion as he took a step towards her, raising one of his arms to rest on the door beside her head. He leaned in close, his blue eyes captivating brown ones.
            “Then let me be forward once more before you dismiss me so suddenly.” He leaned in and planted a soft kiss on the corner of Hermione’s mouth. When she didn’t make any effort to push him away, he shifted his face slightly and this time captured her lips with his own. At first Hermione did not make any efforts to participate but it was only a few seconds before Travis felt her hands come up and grip the fabric of his shirt. Her lips began to meld and move along with his. His hands moved to her hips where he gripped her firmly, but not too hard. He didn’t need days or weeks or months to figure out that she was someone that he wanted intimately in his life. If he was at all lucky, than he would convince her to become his wife one of these days. Fate be permitting that is. His thoughts were clear to the witch in the way he touched her and she truly felt herself melting into his grip. All inhibitions left her while in his tranquil hands. In those hands, she felt everything that made her burn with desire. This man was all male in every sense of the word, according to her standards. Obviously he took what he wanted but she deeply appreciated the fact that he gave her every opportunity to push him away.
            As their kiss became a bit more heated, she found that their bodies somehow became pressed together. Once again, she noticed with a tantalizing thrill that this being in front of her was all male. Pressed against her stomach was a rather large object and that object was incredibly hard. His pants weren’t thick enough to hide what was going on in there and upon realizing how large the man was she gasped. The sound forced them both back into reality and they pulled away from each other panting lightly and faces flushed with both arousal and embarrassment. Travis took a step backwards, clearing his throat.
            “I beg your pardon Hermione. I believe I have become a little too forward with you. I may be bold where you are concerned but I was still raised a gentleman. I hope that you will not discount me as a potential suitor due to my behavior tonight. Goodnight Hermione. Sweet dreams.” He inclined his head in a soft bow then he turned away towards the direction of his room. However, he was stopped when a small hand grasped his own making him turn around to look down into the witch’s face. Hermione’s eyes had become shy and embarrassed but there was a soft fire that burned in their depths. For a moment she hesitated but then that fire burning in her eyes grew and she pulled him down towards her, placing a kiss of her own on his lips. When she let him go, she gave him a soft smile.
            “As far as I’m concerned, you’re my only suitor. Goodnight Travis.” Saying the words made her flush a deeper shade of red. Hermione turned her eyes away from the man standing in front of her and rushed into her room, shutting the door behind her with a soft snap in her haste. If she had stayed a little longer, she would have seen the smile that stretched from ear to ear and the sparkle that made his eyes shine. Travis stood where she’d left him for quite a few moments, letting the feelings of elation tighten his chest in the most glorious of ways. He could barely allow himself to believe that those words had been spoken by the woman he’d been wanting to claim as his own since the moment he’d met her. When he finally began his return to his own rooms, there was a bounce in his step. However, he found that he needed to take a shower before he was able to sleep. His very uncomfortable hard on was not something he could relax with. After his shower, sleep came quickly with Hermione drifting in and out of his dreams.

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            The next morning Draco woke up with a splitting headache. All that drinking he did the night before seemed to have finally caught up with him. He rolled over to gaze at Harry who was still sleeping deeply. Sitting up, Draco looked over at the clock on his nightstand and groaned again. It couldn’t have been earlier than 5am when he passed out and it pained him greatly that his clock informed him that it was 8 in the morning. Waking up that early was an offense greater than he’d ever known. Grumbling every swear word he had in his vocabulary, Draco managed to get up and stumble into the bathroom. It would seem that 3 hours was not enough for all that alcohol to run through his system. Taking a quick shower, he managed to find himself a pair of loose jeans that Harry had gotten him and a white t-shirt with a simple green zip up jacket. Glancing to the three sleeping bodies in the room, Draco sighed in relief that they were all safe. Right before Draco left the room, he tried to wake Harry, even though he knew it would be useless. He was proven correct when Harry remained asleep no matter what Draco did.
            Sighing with mild frustration, Draco left the room and walked or rather stumbled downstairs to the dinning room. There he found his mother, Travis and Hermione eating breakfast. Narcissa was the only one who looked to have gotten enough sleep. Travis and Hermione looked tired but they seemed to be ready for the day and there seemed to be a slight pink tint to their cheeks when they glanced at each other. His mother looked up at him when he sat down close to them with a disapproving frown.
            “You could have at least showered Draco.”
            Her comment made Draco frown himself, “I did.”
            “Honestly Draco.” Narcissa sighed. An elf immediately arrived and placed some food in front of Draco. “If you would,” Narcissa’s comment stopped the elf from disappearing, “Please bring Draco a detox potion” The woman sniffed disdainfully when her nose was assaulted with another whiff of Draco’s alcoholic aroma. “Please hurry.” The elf nodded and disappeared. Less than a minute later, the elf returned with the potion bottle Narcissa had asked for. Draco took it and uncorked the bottle. Tilting his head back, Draco chugged the whole bottle. He waited and sighed with relief when the potion began to clear all the alcohol out of his system, leaving him clear minded. Once he felt among the living again, he started in on the plate of food in front of him.
            “Are Harry and the boys going to join us for breakfast?” Narcissa asked. It was an innocent question but it made Draco flinch.
            “No. Harry will be taking the next couple days to rest. His fall yesterday coupled with the strain of that the placed on his body took a lot out of him. As for the boys, they seem to be sleeping in so they’ll probably join us in an hour or so.” His mother nodded and continued eating her breakfast. Breakfast was finished in comfortable silence and when all of their plates vanished, Draco stood up.
            “If you will excuse me. I have a few people to contact this morning. If you need me I’ll be in my study.” With a nod to everyone there, Draco left and went straight to his study. Once there, he wrote various letters to the Aurors, Minerva and to the people he had supposedly tailing Alden. He spent a good solid two and a half writing letters and sending them by owl. The first one he sent out was the one to the Aurors. He hoped that they would be willing to talk with them about their incident the previous evening and that their ideas of him wouldn’t close their ears and eyes. He was rather nervous that they wouldn’t be willing or motivated to help him. Needless to say, he made sure to adjust the wards on the house to allow any Aurors entry if they decided to visit the house. Which he was expecting they might.
            When he was done writing the letters he went to the fireplace and flooed Jagra. He stuck his head through the fireplace and found himself looking into the study of the man he’d come to rely on in keeping Harry healthy.
            “Jagra!” Draco called into the room. He only had to wait a minute before Jagra walked into his office.
            “What can I do for you Draco? Is Harry doing alright?” The man sat in his chair and faced the man in his fireplace.
            “I just thought that I should let you know that Harry has gone into another coma.”
            “He did what!?” Jagra shouted in alarm.
            “Just listen.” Draco waited for the man to be listening before he continued. “Last night when we went to bed Harry suddenly became incredibly aroused. He begged and pleaded for me to take him. He even got on his hands and knees and offered himself up to me without any provocation from me. He was absolutely desperate. And there was no way that Harry was going to take no for an answer. So I gave him what he wanted. I’ve told you that there have been magical transfers between the two of us since his first coma.”
            Jagra nodded his head, listening to Draco intently. “We discussed that his body needs to take magic from your body in order to sustain the baby’s and his own magic supply. If he suddenly became as desperate as you said, then his body was probably dangerously lacking in magic energy forcing his body to get it any way it could.”
            “Exactly. And last night his body took more than it could handle. It wasn’t as intense as that first time but it was definitely enough that he complained about it right before he fell asleep. I dont think he’s going to wake up for the next couple days.”
            “Yesterday was a taxing day on him for more than one reason. Has Harry ever said anything about that hip of his? You once told me that he was constantly bothered by it.”
            Draco shook his head. “He hasn’t said anything for a while. I figured he wasn’t having a problem with it because of the warming weather.”
            “I’d guess that he wont have a problem with it for a while. Maybe ever.” Blonde eyebrows knitted together.
            “What is that supposed to mean?”
            “It’s just a guess Draco, but it seems that his body takes more magic from you when his body is extremely taxed or injured. It uses that magic to help heal himself as well as sustain the child.”
            “But the first time only happened after his accident at Hogwarts. If his body wanted to heal itself shouldn’t it have done so the first time we slept together since Ciel’s conception?”
            Jagra sat in silence as he considered this thought. He hadn’t quite thought of that. “Maybe,” His words were slow, as if the thought was slow to form, “Maybe it was dependent on him being pregnant. A child conceived by magic will feed off of the mother’s magical stores. Up until Harry lost his magic, the baby was feeding off of Harry. But if Harry lost his magic because the baby couldn’t sustain itself on his magic alone anymore, that would explain the transfers after his accident.”
            “But he didn’t have me last time. So how did Ciel survive without the magic transfers?”
            Jagra stayed quite for quite some time, contemplating that very question. “I have no idea.” He finally answered. “His body must have somehow figured out a way to cope with the lack of nutrients. And maybe this is why male pregnancies rarely go to term without both partners. Most mother’s bodies aren’t able to find a way to cope with the absence of their partner because they dont have enough energy to sustain the pregnancy. And this time around, when his magic depleeted to the point that it had, before it could cope you two had sex. Resulting in his body taking magic from you which gave the baby the magic it was needing as well as fixing the internal problems Harry’s body suffered from the last pregnancy.”
            The doctor didn’t speak for a while as he gazed at Draco thoughtfully. “It’s just a theory. Anyways I’ll come see him as soon as I can. I have a few other appointments today that I have to see to, and if this is just another incident where his body is sorting out all the magic coursing through his body then he should be fine. But I want you to floo, write or somehow get a hold of me if anything changes.” He paused for a moment before continuing on, “Are you alright Draco? You dont seem to be doing so well.”
            The blonde shrugged, “My children were attacked last night with the culprit still on the loose and my husband is in a magic overload induced coma. I’ll be doing a lot better once he wakes up.”
            Jagra smiled kindly, “Hang in there Draco.”
            “Thanks Jagra,” Darco smiled tiredly, “I’ll see you later.” He pulled his head out of the fire and moved to sit in his chair. He just had a feeling that this was going to be a long day. When the boys woke up around eleven, Draco made sure that he spent as much time as he could with them. When they were told about Harry needing to sleep for a while, Ciel completely fell apart. His little mind had become far too stressed with the previous evenings incident and Draco was seriously worried for the boy. Teddy on the other hand seemed to be handling everything like a champ but he was quiet. It reminded Draco of when he first met the boy and how recluse he had been. But there was a fire in those honey brown eyes that quelled most of his worry. Teddy would fight against his fear and if Draco was to take a guess, he’d bet that their eldest son would become quite the amazing young man if that look was anything to go by. When Teddy begged him to read them a story, there was no way the blonde could say no. So they holed themselves up in the library and Draco resigned himself to reading any book they wanted. Thankfully, as he read, Ciel’s sobs receded and he started truly participating in the books being read by asking questions and pointing to various pictures that caught his eye.
            Meanwhile, Hermione and Travis were wandering the gardens together. They’d been in the library when Draco and the boys had entered the room. They’d stayed for one story upon the request of the kids but after that they made their exit, leaving Draco alone with the boys. Hermione and Travis had watched the boys in the morning while Draco finished up his business and now she felt like they needed some one on one time with their father. So the two of them toured the garden where Travis held out his arm for the witch, an arm that Hermione gladly linked with her own. They walked for a good hour in the gardens talking about various plants they saw and what purposes they possessed. Travis talked about some of the different plants he found abroad when he’d fallen sick during his travels or how a tribe in a remote part of Bolivia helped him find a specific plant that he wanted to use in order to make paper for a book that his father wanted published.
            Fascinated, Hermione asked question after question about the process and he offered her as much information as he could give her. When their walk lead them back to the Manor, they were surprised to find two men standing in the foyer.
            “Can I help you gentlemen?” Travis asked curiously. They taller of the two turned with a kind smile.
            “Yes actually. My name is Normon Huffmin. We’ve arrived from the Ministry of Magic. We received a letter today from Draco Malfoy requesting our help with an incident that occurred last night.” He held out his hand towards Travis, “Who might you be?”
            Travis shook the man’s hand, “I’m Travis Blythe. I am a close family friend of the Malfoy’s.” When the man turned his gaze to Hermione, Travis interjected, “This is Hermione Granger. She is also a close friend of the family’s.” Upon hearing the name, the other Auror whipped around to face them, eyes wide. Hermione’s whole being went ridged and her grip on Travis’ arm tightened.
            “Hermione.”
            Travis looked between Hermione and the red headed Auror with a small confused frown. Up until now the woman he’d be spending his time with was warm and easily smiled about anything and her eyes were bright with the thirst to know everything. However, the woman standing beside him now was cold and detached. Her eyes were guarded and her lips were set in a tight line. It surprised him to see her like that. He squeezed the hand resting on his arm as he turned his gaze to the red headed Auror standing in front of them.
            “That was fast.” Ron accused, stepping forward aggressively. It made Hermione take a step back, raising her head high in defiance.
            “Five months is plenty of time. Not that it concerns you at all.” Her voice held that same defiance as her stance.
            “Five months?” the red head spat, “It’s been 2 months.” Hermione let go of Travis’ arm and went to turn away from all of them but Ron grabbed her arm harshly. He whipped her around, “You just couldn’t wait to become some worthless whore hu?” but before he could say another word, not only did Travis grab the front of Ron’s robes but Huffmin also grabbed his partner’s arm. Travis’ eyes were alight with furry.
            “Mr. Weasley. We are here for a job. Not for your personal gain. Let go of Ms. Granger’s arm.” The authority held in that steady iron clad voice forced Ron to let go of Hermione and take a step back, even though there were quite a few things the man wanted to say. And from his posture, none of those things were kind. His glare was vicious as Huffmin leaned in towards the man, his words barely audible to Travis and Hermione “If you lay a hand on her again Mr. Weasley I will make sure that you are released from this job immediately.” Then he looked at Travis with an apologetic bow of his head. “I apologize for my partner’s behavior. I would like to see Mr. Malfoy if you dont mind leading the way?” He kept his grip on Ron’s arm as Travis nodded his head, also releasing Ron from his grasp. He dropped his hand and allowed his fingers to seek out Hermione’s where he linked their fingers together. When he saw the fire blazing in the red head’s eyes, he stood up to his full height, his voice full of false calm and friendliness.
            “Of course Mr. Huffmin. We’ll take you to him.” His gaze fell to Hermione and it pleased him to see her looking down at their entwined fingers with a soft flush. Together they turned and led the Aurors down the hall and into the Library. When they entered, Draco was in the middle of a lively reading of a muggle book that the boys always enjoyed hearing. They were giggling as Draco over exaggerated the telling of ‘If You Give A Mouse A Cookie’. He was pretending to lounge on the couch with one hand on his stomach as if he’d eaten too much which made the boys laugh even louder. Hermione would have loved to take a picture of the adorable scene but she was very much aware of the two men following behind her and Travis.
            “Draco.”
            Immediately Draco sat up, blushing furiously. Malfoy’s were supposed to be dignified and what he was just doing was by no means dignified. His behavior change as the boys looked in the direction of the intruders with a pout. Their father didn’t act super silly often and they were sad when his antics were interrupted. The blonde stood up and set the book on a side table near the couch. Draco patted each child on the head then approached the group, scowling when he saw Ron standing behind his friends.
            “What can I do for you gentlemen?” His voice was level and calm but it was distant at the same time.
            “Mr. Malfoy, my name is Norman Huffmin. You sent my department head a letter requesting our services.” He held out a hand for the blonde which Draco immediately shook.
            “Yes. Thank you for coming so soon. However,” Silver eyes glared at Ron. “I must ask why this one was brought with you. I dont appreciate him being in my home.”
            The older wizard nodded his head, “Yes. I’m aware that he has an unpleasant history with your family, but we were the only ones available to handle your case. If you’d like help with the incident you mentioned in your letter then we will have to do.”
            Sighing angrily, Draco eventually nodded his head. “Alright. Let us retreat to my study.” He gestured back to the hallways, glancing back at the boys before looking at Hermione and Travis, “Could I ask that you two keep them busy once again?”
            “Of course Draco. You do what you need to do.” She smiled as encouragingly as she could at the man and watched as he led the Aurors away. Once they were out of sight she turned her attention back to the boys, intentionally not looking at Travis when she pulled away from him and walked over to them. She didn’t want to see the look on his face nor did she want to think about what happened in the foyer. “Come on boys. Why don’t you two go play in the nursery for a while.” With a grumble, the boys followed Hermione up to the nursery where they started playing together. Seeing that they were settled, Hermione turned back to the door where she found Travis leaning against the door frame.
            He was watching her intently as she walked back to him. When she reached the man, she crossed her arms over her chest and dared him to say something. That something never came however, and it made her feel antsy.
            “You clearly want to say something Travis. Spit it out.” She barked. Her whole body guarded.
            Travis pulled her out into the hallway and closed the door behind them. When he had her alone he faced her with collected and calculating eyes.
            “Are you alright?” His voice was soft and gentle.
            Hermione shrugged, “I’ve dealt with worse.”
            “It’s none of my business but what made you fall for someone like that? I can’t imagine a woman like you would fall for an abusive low life like him.” There was no accusation in his voice, just deep curiosity. It made Hermione shift from one foot to the other.
            “He wasn’t always like that. He used to be kind when we were in school. Sure he had his temper and sometimes it got the best of him. But,” She shook his head, “He really changed after the war and the death of one of his older brothers. I tried everything to help him and to get him help but he wouldn’t accept any of it. Believed that he was fine and that all the problems in his life were caused by other people.”
            Travis reached his hands out to pull her in but he stopped himself before he touched her arms, remembering the way the red had grabbed her before. He tilted his head slightly to the side in question. “Can I touch you?” The question was cautious as if he thought she was going to have some sort of negative reaction to him. It made the witch’s lips twitch with a genuine smile. Her guarded demeanor melting away.
            “Travis,” she chuckled, “He only ever hit me the one time. I’m not his victim and I never will be. Dont be,” Her cheeks flushed beautifully, “Dont be afraid to reach out to me.”
            Her words were like a jolt of warmth straight to his heart. Smiling, Travis gently but firmly gripped her arms and pulled her into his embrace. “I will be completely honest with you Hermione,” that sultry voice grew deep and serious, “I was not at all pleased with the way he treated you earlier. Every word he spoke to you were lies. It makes my intentions of winning your affections and convincing you to be mine that much stronger.”
            His words made her giggle, though the sound was muffled in his broad chest. “Those are your intentions huh? Those are pretty presumptuous intentions after only one evening.” Though her words were words of protest, she allowed herself to relax in his arms, allowing the strength and warmth of those arms to seep into her being.
            “Call it writers intuition.” When brown eyes gleamed up at him he shrugged, “Just because I’m a publisher now doesn’t mean that I didn’t start out somewhere. And a true writers intuition doesn’t go anywhere. I have a feeling about you and I just know,” Hands came up to cup her face in his hands, “Fate be willing, I want you as mine.” He leaned in to kiss her in a sweet and teasing manner, “But not right now.” When her eyebrows furrowed in confusion he went on, “Right now we must spend our time getting to know each other properly. I know what I want, but I want you to be truly convinced and wanting to stay with me. I will date and court you for as long as you wish. And when you’re ready,” He leaned in with that deep voice becoming sinfully smooth, “I’ll love you in every possible way you should be love.” The double meaning of that made Hermione blush and giggle nervously. But it wasn’t a terrible or fearful nervousness. It was a nervousness that stemmed from excitement and hope.
            She found herself fighting tears at his words. Ron’s words had left her feeling worthless and icky inside, though she wouldn’t admit it to anyone else and now all of the words Travis was speaking to her made her insides feel torn. He seemed to notice the sudden silence he was receiving and he smiled apologetically, “I’m sorry. Too much?” Hermione shook her head, rubbing her eyes with her hands.
            “No. Not really. You’re just throwing kindness and affection at me so easily. I’m not use to it is all.”
            Travis chuckled lightly and kissed her on the forehead. “That’s a shame really.”
            There was a gentle cough that surprised them both. Hermione jumped back, eyes turning into the direction of their unexpected guest. Narcissa stood a few feet away from them with a smile on her face and a gleam in her eyes. She walked towards them and made her way passed. As she walked away she glanced back with an almost naughty smirk.
            “That boy gets what he wants Hermione. But dont let him get everything easily. It’s good for him to work for it a little.” Her exit was followed by a rapturous laugh that echoed throughout the hall.

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            Silence filled the study. Draco had led the Aurors to his study and upon their request Draco went through the whole night. Before, during and after the incident. He presented the letter that Teddy was given and he allowed Huffmin to see the memory he possessed of the night. He refused to let Ron see the memory as he was not interested in letting Ron in on the fact that Harry was pregnant. Before Huffmin went into the memory, Draco made the Auror sign a contract that he would not disclose any information about the memory that did not pertain to the case. At first, Huffmin had been confused by the contract but when he returned after viewing the memory he understood why Draco was so protective of the memory. Seeing the pregnant Harry Potter was definitely a shock to him. He had an idea of what kind of problems that his partner had with the Potters, Malfoys and his ex-wife so upon seeing the memory, he figured why the blonde was so protective.
            He’d sat down in his chair upon his return and thought, which is where they were now. At one point, he started writing in the little book that he brought to write details down. In there he’d written all the details of Alden’s physical appearance and his personality and what he’d been doing against Draco’s family. He’d made sure the listen and to ask questions throughout the whole interview. When he felt like he’d written down all the things he could, Huffmin stood up and extended his hand towards Draco. Draco stood up himself and took the man’s hand.
            “Seems like we’ve gotten all that we need at the moment Mr. Malfoy. I am truly sorry that your family is dealing with this. We’ll start looking for this man and we will let you know if we come up with anything. If we need anything we’ll make sure to contact you.”
            “Thank you Huffmin. It would put my mind and the mind of my husband at ease to get this man put in Azkaban.”
            Huffmin turned to Ron who was slowly moving towards the door. “I want you to head back to the office ahead of me. Start the file for this case. I will be right behind you and fill in the blanks when I get there.” There was a double meaning in that suddenly stern voice and Draco had to fight to keep the smirk off his face. The Auror was telling Ron that he would be checking the red head’s work when he got back. Draco knew he shouldn’t be as pleased with the furious gleam in the man’s eyes as he was but it was unavoidable. It was like a loaded ice cream sundae on a cheat day. He just couldn’t resist. When Ron left the room, Huffmin turned back to Draco with a tired and apologetic look.
            “Did Weasel do something Huffmin?” Draco asked, curious by the man’s posture but not entirely surprised.
            Huffmin nodded his head, “I would just like to apologize for my partner’s actions while in your home. I was unaware that his ex-wife was staying at the Manor and per my superior’s orders, I brought my partner along with me to answer your letter. We ran into her in the Manor and he grabbed her roughly and didn’t curb his whip of a tongue.” As he spoke, Draco’s eyes flashed but the blonde kept his mouth shut. “I will be apologizing to Ms. Granger as well.”
            “I appreciate your apology,” Draco growled, “and with all due respect I do not want that man stepping foot on my property ever again. His behavior is inexcusable”
            Huffmin nodded his head, “I understand. I’ll be reporting his behavior today. But if you would also send an official letter to my superior stating your request to keep him away, that would stop them from assigning Mr. Weasley to any cases involving your family and it would allow me to say no if they try.”
            “I will. Thank you. Now, Trip” The elf from breakfast appeared.
            “Yes Master Malfoy. What Trip do for you?”
            “Please lead Auror Huffmin to where Hermione Granger is in the Manor. Granger and Blythe should be with my children.” Trip bowed his head before turning to the Auror.
            “Follow Trip. Trip bring you to Ms. Granger.” With that, Trip waddled out the door with Huffmin right behind him. When the room was empty of all other beings, Draco sat down heavily into his chair. Immediately he began a letter to the Head Auror and even his superior where he requested the wizarding equivalent of a restraining order for both his family and on behalf of Hermione Granger. He would have Hermione send them a letter herself later that day but for now he would request that they start the paperwork.
            After sending off the letter, he got up and went in search of Hermione and Travis. Once found, the three of them spent the rest of the day with Ciel and Teddy. They took them outside and let them play in the gardens. Maka even made her way out from the bedroom to play with them a little bit. She’d been glued to Harry’s side until she felt the need to hunt and move. The kids played until the sun was about to set. However, it made Draco uneasy watching them. They played but their actions were reserved, laughter was soft and strained. He quickly grew accustomed to their eyes wandering over to him, or when he’d wandered too far out of their view, they would run up to him and play practically in his lap for a while. After a while, they would wander off and play tag or run around the gardens playing hide and seek or whatever game they wanted to play. But it was a constant cycle. They’d come play next to Draco then wander off then come back and then wander off again. He figured that after their ordeal, they needed as much parental reassurance as they could get and he would not deny them what they needed.
            One of the moments where the boys ran off to play by themselves, Draco took the opportunity to talk privately with Hermione. Travis had gone into the Manor to conduct some business that he’d been neglecting all day. The two friends sat in chairs in the lawn, close to the terrace.
            “Hermione, I want to tell you something.”
            “What, are you going to tell me that you squealed my life story to Travis without my permission?” Brown eyebrows raised expectantly. Draco chuckled lightly.
            “No. But I am guilty of that and I am by no means sorry that I did it. No, Huffmin told me about what Ron did you to today. Grabbed you in the hall?” Her face tightened at the question, her hand absentmindedly coming up to rub the spot where Ron had grabbed her. When she didn’t say anything, Draco went on, “I took the liberty of sending a letter to the Ministry requesting a restraining order against him. I made one for myself and my family and I made one for you.” He waited to see what Hermione would do.
            “Will they make one for me even though I didn’t request it?”
            “That’s what I’d like to talk to you about. I wanted to ask that you would send in a letter affirming the request that I made. He’s hurt you twice and I dont want to give him any more opportunities to do so. We already have a mad man in our lives, we dont need a second.”
            Hermione nodded emphatically. “Yes. I think that would be a good idea. He was really upset Draco when he thought I was moving on.”
            “Aren’t you?” Draco smirked.
            The witch glanced back towards the Manor with a soft smile. “Well, possibly. I like what I see so far.”
            “Travis is a good man and a good wizard. He’s persistent and when he really wants something he’ll get it.” Draco commented as he lounged back in his chair.
            “That’s pretty much was Narcissa said.” She giggled. Draco smirked again.
            “She’s right. But he’s good. He doesn’t give up. But he doesn’t set him mind on just anything,” Sparkling eyes shifted towards his friend, “Once he makes his mind up about something, I’ve never seen him change his mind.”
            “Really?” Hermione’s voice was slightly surprised, even though she wasn’t really sure why.
            The blonde nodded, “Yeah. But dont let that make you feel like you have to do anything. If you truly aren’t interested in Travis, then you dont need to feel bad about telling him that. As I said, he’s a good person. He’ll get over it and move on.”
            Hermione sat in her chair silently while those words sunk in. She hadn’t thought about that before. Did she really want a relationship? The man she’d been spending her time with since the previous evening was intriguing and she wanted to get to know him better. But what about the rest. Travis seemed to be offering her a chance at a real relationship. Not the one that she’d known all her life with awkward words and the silent treatment when things went wrong. Travis seemed like he actually wanted to woo her. That thought alone, that he felt she was worth wooing made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. And she would be lying if she said that she didn’t like the attention he was showing her.
            “What if I dont want to turn him down?” The witch was thoughtful as she spoke.
            Draco chuckled. “Then make sure my mother is allowed to help with the wedding” The two friends fell into a peaceful silence as they continued to watch the boys play in the bushes, trying to pull some tall ones together in order to make a fort. Draco made a mental note to have a section of the garden changed so they could do exactly that and whatever else they wanted.
            When bedtime came around, he didn’t even try to convince them to sleep in their own beds. As far as he was concerned, those two would never want to sleep in their own room at the Manor again. At least not for quite a few years. Making sure that they were tucked into bed and nodding off to sleep, Draco finally began getting ready for bed himself. Sliding into bed beside the still sleeping Harry, Draco watched Harry for quite some time. He shifted the man onto his other side so he could snuggle up behind the brunette. Once he was flush against Harry’s back, Draco slipped his arm around Harry’s waist and allowed his arm to rest on Harry’s extended stomach.
            “Wake up soon Harry.” Draco muttered as sleep pulled the blonde into a dreamless darkness.
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