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The Days To Come	By : rad_slope Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Albus Severus/Scorpius Views: 4891 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hello reader,
This is a chapter giving some background on Astoria and Draco. There will be some mild m/f. If that is not your thing then just skip over it. It does nothing for the plot, except give me a chance to grow the characters. I will get back to the boys in the next chapter. As always: Thank you for reading!
Much Love,
Rad_Slope
“How do you think the Potters and Weasleys are doing with all of this?” Astoria asked her husband as she sat at her vanity combing out her long brown hair.
Draco sat in bed waiting for her to finish with her hair. Watching the beautiful woman go through her nightly rituals had a calming effect on him. “Do you want me to say that I’m sure they are fine, or tell you the truth?”
“You know the answer to that.”
“The famous Mr. Potter, will support his son’s decision because it is the right thing to do. His wife will be upset for a while, especially after all that Chamber of Secrets stuff, but she will eventually come around after she realizes that they have two other children to continue family. Weasley will never get over it, but Granger, who is “pro-rights” for everything, will stop him from being too vocal about it.” Draco said lazily as if he was reading a boring newspaper article.
“You seem so sure of yourself.” Astoria remarked with a smile. “Her name is Hermione, by the way.”
“I prefer to call her Granger.” Draco responded, lifting the heavy blankets so Astoria could cuddle up next to him. “And of course I’m sure. Do you want to place another bet?”
“No, that’s okay.” She said before placing a small kiss on his jawline. “I was sure Scorpius would come out to me first, but I’m glad it was you.”
“You haven’t asked me how I feel about things.” Draco remarked with a faked distain.
“That’s because I know you will be just fine dealing with it.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because I’ll make sure of it.” She said naughtily as she rubbed her palm over the soft bulge between her husband’s legs.
Draco moaned a low throaty moan. He never ceased to be amazed how wicked his sweet little wife could be in the bedroom. “You are playing with fire, woman.” He said with warning.
“I thought I was playing with you.” She slipped her hand into his pants and began to stroke the thick shaft.
“You drive me mad!” He groaned through his teeth. With a strong surge, he took Astoria into his arms and pulled her onto the bed under him. He pulled her sleeping gown up exposing her full breast. “These are mine for now.” He said darkly, leaning down to suck one of the pink nipples. He snuck a hand down her rounded belly to the small mound between her legs. He expertly parted the soft folds and pushed a long finger inside of her wetness. Astoria closed her eyes tightly, focusing on the pleasure between her legs.
“Draco.” She gasped. “I want you inside me.”
He did as he was commanded. Draco placed the head of his cock at her warm entrance. “What are you waiting for?” She wined beneath him. He steadied himself, placing a strong hand on the headboard of the bed and another in the junction of Astoria’s hip and leg. In one long, slow, motion he moved into her.
He waited patiently for her to adjust to his invasion before beginning a slow but steady rhythm. Astoria moaned sweetly as he moved in and out of her lovingly. “You don’t have to be so gentle.” She said wickedly. Draco, taking the hint, increased his speed and roughness. “That’s it Draco. Just like that.” He smiled at her, who would have thought she could be so demanding. Astoria’s tight channel squeezed, clasping like a vice on Draco’s manhood. He gave one final guttural moan before mindlessly pumping his hot seed into her. He collapsed beside her, putting his head on her breasts.
It took a while for them to regain their breaths, but once they did, it wa Draco who spoke first. “It has not been like that since…”
“Since I was pregnant with Scorpius?”
“Yes.” Draco answered placing a hand lovingly on her pregnant belly. “I just mean that it’s different.”
“So am I going to suddenly start having Weasley amounts of children?”
“Gods no!” Draco exclaimed.
“This baby should be born in June. Around the same time that…” Astoria trailed off. She turned her head away from Draco towards the window. She was not looking at anything particular, rather staring off into a different life.
“It’s okay Little Stork.” Draco said gently as he sat up and pulled her into his chest.
“After all these years, I still can’t let her go.” Astoria said, a single tear rolling down her cheek.
“I think about her too.” He admitted, holding back his own tears. “Every day. We will never stop missing her, but we are so lucky to have a chance at raising another daughter.”
“You think it’s a girl?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to place a bet?”
“Good night Draco. I love you.” She kissed him softly and pulled the blankets around herself.
“Good night Little Stork. I love you too.” He said, cuddling up next to her once more.
Little Stork was the name he had given her after she began working as a birth, delivery, and pediatric healer at Saint Mungos. One of her patients, a muggle born women, had informed her that muggles often told their children that new brothers and sisters were delivered by stork. Astoria came home that day and relayed the tale to Draco. From then on it only made sense to call her after the fabled child delivering bird.
Astoria had always been amazing with children. She could calm a newborn with a single touch; quiet a cry with a soft lullaby; and sooth a fever with a well-practiced spell. Draco watched her sometimes from a far as she worked with babies and their mothers. She would hold the child, looking lovely and beautiful, smiling, as she so often did.
But Draco could see what others could not. He saw the sadness through her smile every time she held a new baby girl. It had been that way for the past 26 years.
During the war he had been tasked with an impossible mission. Only now, looking back on the events of the past with an older man’s eyes, could he see how he was used as a disposable pawn by the Dark Lord. The mission to kill Albus Dumbledoor was nothing more than a means to punish Lucius Malfoy for a previous failure.
Astoria seemed to have found him at his lowest point. She became his only salvation. He clung to her in secret, afraid that they would be discovered, giving the Dark Lord one more person to hold over his head. He tried to leave her alone, at one point he even allowed her to find him in bed with Pansy Parkinson. It was a failed attempt to make her angry enough to stay away.
Astoria was brave and fearless. She could see right through the front he put up. She loved him, even though all of his faults; and there were many. The only time he escaped from the darkness of his life was when he was in her arms, when he was making love to her.
She was barely 15 when she realized that a child was growing in her womb. She managed to keep it to herself for as long as possible until eventually she began to show and had no choice but to tell him. The knowledge that he had a child and a lover to protect in addition to his mother and father nearly drove him over the edge.
Of her own volition, Astoria fled from the castle. Pregnant and alone, she navigated into France and then to Spain. Draco could never understand how a girl that age had managed to escape through a wall of dark wizards and creatures. She gave birth to a baby girl in an abandoned alpine cottage, far away from civilization. No one bothered to ask where she had gone. So many people were dying in those days that her disappearance was accepted as a usual fatality, even by her parents.
While Draco was holed up in Malfoy Manor, Astoria was caring for a newborn and herself. The day the war ended, she contacted him. He was at her side immediately. He could still remember the first time he held his daughter. Her name was Luxanna, and she was beautiful. For almost a year, they lived in a suspended state of bliss. It was a calm between storms.
Eventually the small family moved back to England and lived with his parents in the manor. Soon after their return, the ministry was had begun to deal out prison sentences to all the deatheatrs. Draco pleaded guilty, both because he felt so and to get a shorter sentence. He went to Azkaban for three years. He should have ran away instead. He should have taken his wife and child straight back to the cottage in the mountains. His guilt got the better of him. He had allowed deatheaters into Hogwarts. He deserved to be punished.
Some of the other convicts had evaded capture, traveling to far and distant lands. However, many stayed behind, hiding, waiting to strike again.
And strike they did.
In retribution for Narcissia Malfoy’s treachery during the final battle deatheaters swarmed the Manor. They killed his mother first. Then they took his daughter, who had turned 3 just days before, and killed her slowly as they forced Astoria to watch.
When Draco returned home he found his beloved wife broken in more ways than one. She had wasted away, moving about the house like a ghost, waiting for his return. She had gone completely mad. Narcissa’s body was found in the basement where they had kept prisoners during the war. Luxanna’a little body had been wrapped in silk and placed in a bassinet.
No one from the ministry ever came to the Manor. Lucius Malfoy had died in prison, there was no reason for them to come and search for dark objects, not until Draco grew into his full powers.
Astoria was left alone. His daughter was dead. It was entirely his fault. Draco turned away from the wizarding world, from any loyalty he felt to the dwindling pure-blood community. He devoted himself to Astoria. He gave her all the love and strength he had in him. Over several years she returned to her old self, but she would never be exactly the same. Scorpius’s birth revitalized her, but she would never forget what had been taken from her. Draco would never forgive.
The world could continue to view him as an arrogant rich bastard, he could care less. Suffering had made him come into his own. He was no longer a frightened boy, he was a man willing to do anything for his family, which included making sure they were happy.
He did not need Astoria to make love to him so that he would be okay with Scorpius’s relationship with Albus Potter. He would be okay with it because he loved his son as he had loved his daughter, unconditionally.
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