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The truth always surfaces	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 11490 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's note: This is the first epilogue of the Lie. This one also contains a lemon :)

Thanks to the following reviewers: Morbid_and_Sexy; cocobyrd87

I hope you'll like this one!

Chapter 16: Epilogue of The lie

5 years later…

“Alright, pack everything up and deliver me your sample of the potion.” Draco announced and the students suddenly rushed to pack everything up and pour their potion in a vial. “Don’t forget the essay that’s due this Tuesday!” He said warningly and he heard some of the students groan. He smirked and already knew some of those essays would be coloured red when he marked them.

One year ago, he had finally gained Severus’ permission to start teaching a class. His master in Potions would be completed in three years, but Severus had already given him the first four years to teach so that he could gain some experience. Draco himself suspected his godfather had given him this position so easily because he wouldn’t have to deal with that many students then.

Slowly the troop of students swarmed out of the classroom, chattering excitedly about the upcoming weekend. It was nearly Christmas and the students were allowed this weekend to go to Hogsmade to shop for presents.

Draco had already ordered the presents for his family and friends so he didn’t feel the panicked rush that so many people were experiencing now because they had postponed their shopping. Leisurely he packed his bag and after making sure everything was put into place, he walked out of the classroom and closed it off.

This had been his last lesson for today, so he could finally go home. He made his way to the stairs so that he could use the Floo in his office which was on the third floor. On the way there he was greeted by several students and some of the faculty, everyone wishing him a good weekend.

Some teachers made him stop for a few minutes to talk to him about Harry and their children but let him go quickly with a chuckle, once they realized he was eager to return home.

After half an hour he finally made it into his office and he sighed relieved, rolling his shoulders to get rid of the kink that had appeared during the afternoon.

His eyes caught a picture frame standing on his desk and a tender smile appeared on his face. It was a photo of him, Harry and their daughter Caelyn, taking two years ago. Their three year old daughter was sitting on Harry’s lap, clapping in her tiny hands and laughing excitedly while Draco was sitting next to Harry; the photo showing them sharing a sweet kiss.

Four years ago, they had gotten married in May. They had spent a week in the cottage in the Cote d’Azur for their honeymoon while Caelyn had been taken care of by her grandmother and uncles.

Two months later, the newlywed couple had found a house, a village further than where Black and Lupin lived. It hadn’t taken long for them to decide to buy it after they had fallen in love with the design of the house and the big garden. The house wasn’t small nor as big as the Malfoy manor; it was just perfect for their family.

While Draco had been studying and later on working as professor, Harry had decided to stay at home to take care of their daughter. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to work, he just didn’t want to be separated from their daughter so soon. Although he had decided he would start studying to be a Mediwizard in a couple of years but for now he was content to stay at home and take care of the house and their daughter.

Draco’s smile faded a bit and his eyes gained a darker tint when another memory surfaced. It had been the day after their first night as married couple (and like the tradition had wanted it, they had waited with making love until their wedding night, though that had more to do with taking things slowly after certain events than really following tradition) and Harry had been dozing in his arms, while he listened to the gentle waves of the ocean. Their wedding night had been beautiful, romantic, perfect like expected. Draco had taken the time to make sure Harry was fully relaxed before he had gone further and in the end they had enjoyed themselves immensely. They had both fallen asleep with a smile on their faces and being encased in each other’s arms.

When Draco had woken up hours later with Harry still in his arms, he had done nothing but staring at his husband. The guilt of his betrayal had never subsided; it was always there in the back of his mind, slowly burning, ready to attack him whenever he lowered his guard. For most of the time he managed to ignore the sting, instead concentrating on the happiness he felt now at having his own little family, like he had dreamt off for so long.

That didn’t mean he hadn’t thought of confessing to Harry various times. During the preparations of their wedding he had thought of confessing and the day after their wedding night, the urge to confess was there again. Maybe if he explained it all thoroughly, maybe then Harry wouldn’t leave him and would stay with him. Maybe their marriage would be enough for Harry to give him a chance. He had to, right? They were now a family; they had a one year old daughter – Harry wouldn’t throw that away without giving him the chance to explain, surely?

He had raised his hand and had started softly shaking Harry’s shoulder, intent on finally telling his spouse the truth. He had gathered all his courage, but when those beautiful emerald green eyes finally opened and sleepily blinked and looked at him softly, his courage had left him. The fear of losing the one he loved the most had clamped up his throat and when Harry had asked with a sleepy smile what was wrong, he had only been able to kiss him on his lips and whisper that he loved him.

Now four years later, their daughter was five and Harry still didn’t know the truth. After that last attempt the day after their wedding night, Draco had never attempted again to confess. The risk of losing his family wasn’t worth telling the truth. In an attempt to at least lessen the sting of the guilt, he had set himself on making Harry and Caelyn as happy as possible. He knew he didn’t deserve them after the lying he did, but he loved them too much to give them up.

With a sigh, he grabbed some Floo powder and threw it in the fireplace, shouting his destination before he was engulfed in the bright green flames.

He landed in a cosy living room. He had just enough time to place his bag on the ground before he was tackled by a blonde blur who attached herself to his legs.

“Papa, papa! You’re home!” Caelyn giggled and threw her arms up, indicating she wanted to be held.

Draco obeyed the silent demand and settled her on his hip, giving her a kiss on her cheek. “Hey there, princess. Have you been a good girl today?”

“Yes, I’m a good girl!” She told him proudly with a big grin. “I help daddy with dinner.”

“You helped daddy making dinner? You’re such a big girl already.” Draco praised her and if possible, her grin got wider and she hugged him tightly around his neck. “Alright, princess, let me greet your daddy and the baby.”

She nodded and when he placed her back on the ground, she toddled over to her small table that was placed in her play corner, where she proceeded to colour in the unicorn with yellow and blue.

“Good evening, Draco.”

Draco turned around and smiled when he saw his husband leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed loose above his protruding stomach, his smile tender and his eyes showing the love he held for the blond.

Draco crossed the living room and embraced the dark haired man, kissing him on his lips before he slid his lips across Harry’s soft cheek to his ear to whisper, “I missed you today.”

“I missed you too.” Harry chuckled and laid his arms around Draco’s neck, sighing in pleasure when strong hands started to massage his lower back.

He was five and a half months pregnant with their second child now. They had decided it was time for a second one, both wanting to have more than one child. Draco had prepared the pregnancy potion (again ignoring the stab of guilt during the whole brewing process) and it hadn’t taken long before Pomfrey could announce they would be parents again. They had waited until Harry was three months far before they had told their families of the news. Narcissa had been overjoyed at hearing she would get a second grandchild, Severus had paled at the thought there would be another Potter running around soon, causing havoc and Black and Lupin had been happy as well to hear that they would be uncles again.

Pansy and Blaise had been happy as well; they got married three years ago after Blaise had finally popped the question to a very impatient Pansy and were currently nursing a three month year old boy, named Lucas.

Luna, Harry’s friend, had sent them a baby blanket, even before they had broken the news to her and Draco had been disturbed by this; not even Harry’s reassurance that Luna saw things that nobody else could had been able to remove the disturbed feeling.

George had already promised he would give safe baby toys as a present.

Caelyn had been wary at first when they told her she would be getting a baby brother or sister and hadn’t understood how a baby could fit in her daddy’s stomach and why it was still so small. They had explained to her that the baby had gotten in her daddy’s stomach because their parents loved each other so much, magic had given them a new baby. Only the baby had to stay another few months in daddy’s stomach to be healthy and to grow more. Caelyn had pursed her lips after that explanation and had regarded them with slightly narrowed eyes, before she announced that she would be picking out the new name for her baby brother or sister.

Both Harry and Draco had been relieved she didn’t seem to have problems with it and had agreed she could pick out the name.

Caelyn had even developed a small routine; every morning and evening she would talk a bit to the baby and wouldn’t go to sleep before she had done her talking and had felt the baby kick (that was a new fascination for her; feeling her sibling kick against her small hand while she couldn’t see the baby). Her parents found that routine endearing and watched how she animatedly told her unborn sibling what they would do together when the baby was older.

Draco sunk down on his knees and slid his hands underneath Harry’s sweater, baring his stomach. He put his mouth against the smooth skin and murmured, “I hope you have been good to your daddy today. Can’t have him tired because of your kicking, now can we? Also if you could be a good baby and lie in a good position tomorrow so that we can see what you are, there could be extra presents for you.”

Harry’s body shook a bit with his laughter. “What do you expect from a Potter-Malfoy baby, but stubbornness?” He winked.

Grey eyes rolled. “Even so, it would be nice to find out whether we’re getting a girl or a boy.”

“Hm, according to Luna, we’re getting a boy.” Harry murmured when Draco came back up. The blond followed him to the kitchen where a unicorn doll wearing a blue sweater was perched on the kitchen table. “That’s her present for the baby.” Harry replied when he encountered Draco’s questioning glance.

“A boy, huh?” Draco mumbled and picked up the stuffed toy before placing it back down and slipping his arms around Harry’s waist from behind, pressing his chest against Harry’s back. “It would be nice to have a son. We already have a daughter so a son would be nice. Though I wouldn’t complain if it’s a girl again either.”

“Well, hopefully we’ll find out tomorrow for sure, though I don’t think we should doubt Luna.” Harry smiled and softly squeezed the arms wrapped around his waist.

“Papa, daddy, look at what I make!” Caelyn came running into the kitchen, waving around her paper with the coloured unicorn.

They both turned around with a smile and praised her colouring.

“Hm, ungh, right there.” The younger man moaned and threw his head back, his hands clenched around the older one’s upper thighs, using it as leverage to push himself up and back down, feeling the hard member of his husband burning in his channel and pressing harshly against his sweet spot every time he pushed back down, electing soft moans and sighs from the dark haired pregnant man.

“God, you’re perfect.” Draco breathed and one of his hands came to rest on a slender hip, slick with sweat, while the other caressed the bulging stomach. He sat up and reclined back against the pillows and Harry’s breath hitched when Draco’s cock in him went deeper; feeling those strong legs behind him coming up. Losing his grip on those pale upper thighs, he changed his position to leaning over Draco’s chest, one hand clenching in the pillow besides the blond head, while the other gripped his shoulder as leverage.

“Ugh, almost – almost there.” Harry panted and groaned throatily when a hot wet mouth started sucking his nipple. A whimper was torn from his mouth when Draco increased the speed, his hips coming up from the bed to press deeper and harder in the body atop of him and both knew they were almost at their limit.

Through half lidded eyes, Draco watched how his lover threw his head back and loudly moaned his name (making him thankful they had soundproofed their room a long time ago) when he climaxed, his whole body trembling with the force of it. Not long afterwards, Draco couldn’t hold himself back anymore and groaning Harry’s name, he came in his lover, his hips weakly pumping throughout his climax.

When they were done, Harry lifted himself up gingerly with a slight grimace and laid down next to him, both their chests heaving up and down, exhausted.

“Are you okay?” Draco breathed and turned his head to kiss Harry’s cheek, that felt hot to the touch.

“Hmm.” Harry turned to lay down on his side, throwing one leg over Draco’s. “I’m fine, exhausted, but fine.” He smiled and dropped a kiss on Draco’s lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Draco whispered back and a few minutes later sleep claimed Harry. Draco however was still awake.

Absentmindedly, he started caressing Harry’s stomach, after tugging the sheets back over their bodies before they caught a cold.

As if hearing his promise, their baby had indeed laid in such a position where its gender could be checked. It turned out they would be getting a son. Caelyn had been beside herself when she got to hear she would have a baby brother and Draco himself was proud too. It had been his dream to have at least one daughter and one son and he was happy that dream would be realized.

Shifting a bit, Draco grimaced a bit when he felt their cum drying and sticking to their skin. If he wasn’t so lazy, he would grab his wand and spell the mess away, but as it was, he didn’t want to move too much.

He would never admit it out loud, but he cherished the moments after their love making the most. It felt amazing to hold Harry in his arms and to know that Harry trusted him enough to give his body to him. He could still remember how nervous both of them had been during their wedding night. Even though Harry had known he had shared his bed with Draco before, he still couldn’t remember anything, so he had been as nervous as a virgin during that night. Which Draco didn’t mind to be honest. He had taken that chance to worship Harry like he should have been worshipped that faithful night and had taken his sweet time to lavish his husband with his attention.

Harry had been shy at first in bed, giving the control to Draco, preferring to be seduced instead of the one doing the seducing, but after a while he had grown bolder and had taken to seduce Draco whenever he was in the mood, which the latter could only encourage. After a few months, he had also gotten more vocal in bed, which Draco was both pleased and grateful about because at least then he was certain that Harry enjoyed their coupling as much as he did.

Because that was one of his fears: that Harry wouldn’t enjoy their love making or in the worst case would feel forced, which Draco wanted to avoid at all costs. Harry had complained sometimes that Draco prolonged the foreplay too much and that at times Harry didn’t mind if it got a bit rough, but Draco had made a silent vow to never hurt Harry again and that included physical hurt too. He rather prolonged the foreplay a bit than hurt his lover because he was too hasty.

Draco sighed and closed his eyes, pressing his lips against Harry’s forehead. “I love you so much. I’m really sorry for hurting you all those years ago.” That last part was murmured almost inaudibly, not wanting to risk Harry waking up and hearing it.

Curling his body around Harry’s and embracing him tightly, Draco finally let sleep claim him too.

Everything had turned out alright after all.

AN2: So did you like this first epilogue? Please leave your thoughts behind in a review! And if possible, please vote on my fanfiction profile if you would like a sequel to the Truth chapter or not

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