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And Again ::Sequel to Face Down::	By : nekluvshp Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 7483 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter nor do I make any money from the writing of this fanfiction.

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First of all, I would like to apologize for the absurd amount of time it’s taken me to update this, or any, story. I went through a huge bout of writer’s block. Then, I bought a new laptop which decided wanted to die. I got it fixed and now I’m writing again.

I didn't realize this until some time after I posted chapter 1, but I actually have two characters named Emma in this story. Emma, their daughter and Lily's twin, and Emma Haysley, Harry's mind-healer. In case I never get around to mentioning it in this story, I've decided that Harry wanted to name one of the girls after her for helping him.

That I can think of, there are no additional warnings to this chapter.

Please read, rate, review and enjoy!!!

When Harry next awoke, it was to the sound of piercing wails. His body jerked as he became fully aware of what he was hearing. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand as he sat up to see that it was just passed six o’clock, he hadn’t even been asleep for an hour and it couldn’t have been more than fifteen minutes since the others left.

Hauling himself up from the bed, Harry headed for the door, grabbing his, or maybe Draco's, bathrobe on the way to cover himself and waddled down the hall as he tied the sash around him to hold the robe closed.

One door over, the brunette could clearly hear Elliot’s cries instead of just over the baby monitor in his room. With a turn of the knob, the door opened for Harry to see the small dark-haired boy sitting up in his toddler bed, red-faced.

Upon closer inspection, Harry discovered why his two year old son was crying. The poor boy had thrown up in his bed. A quick scourgify later and all signs of the vomit were gone, except for the smell.

“Come here, sweetie.” Harry softly said as he picked Elliot up, knowing he wasn’t supposed to and not caring. “You need a bath.” The toddler nodded in agreement as he continued to sniffle against his dad’s shoulder.

Instead of using the bathroom on the other side of the hall, Harry went back through their bedroom and into the master bath. He set the small boy on his feet and told him to take his clothes off while he got the water running in the tub.

Once undressed, Harry helped Elliot into the bathtub and let the water run until it reached the boy’s belly button.

After turning off the tap, Harry levitated the boy’s pajamas into the hamper by the door. Then he quickly waddled his way to the kitchen to find the proper medication and fill a sippy cup with juice. The former was already on the counter with a note next to it.

I put Elliot in his pajamas and gave him half a dose because he said he felt like throwing up, at least, that’s what I guessed he was trying to tell me. Merlin knows I can never understand a bloody thing he says… Anyway, if he does, you can give him the rest.

~Me

Harry smiled a little before grabbing the medicine, the measuring spoon that was next to it, and the sippy cup he had already filled.

One the way back, Harry stopped outside Elliot’s open bedroom door, flicked his wand so that the bed stripped itself and then levitated the pile with him. He dumped everything in the bathroom hamper once he reached it.

When Harry focused his attention back on his son, it was to see Elliot halfheartedly pushing a rubber duck around. Then he deposited the items in his hand on the side of the tub and pulled out a stool they kept under the sink so he could sit and have the possibility of standing back up again.

“You feel yucky, don’t you, Elliot?” Harry nearly whispered. With his chin already on his chest, the toddler nodded. “You want some more medicine?”

The two year old shook his head, dark hair flopping about, and said, “Icky.”

Harry sighed. “I know you don’t like it, but it’ll make you feel better. And I brought you juice.” He said with a small frown.

Elliot glanced up at his dad through his eye lashes and fringe with a frown but reluctantly opened his mouth and tilted his head back.

“There’s a good boy.” Harry said with a reassuring smile. Then he handed Elliot the cup. “Don’t drink a lot or you’ll get sick again.” He warned as he uncapped the bottle of children’s cold and flu medication. The boy nodded again and stared dejectedly down at his sippy cup.

Harry quickly poured the proper amount of the liquid into the measuring spoon and held it out to Elliot. A few tense seconds passed by where the toddler merely stared before surrendering and opening his mouth just enough for the spoon to pass through.

Immediately, the boy grimaced at the foul taste and both males sat still, wondering if Elliot was going to spit it back up. But a moment later, he stuck the tip of the sippy cup in his mouth and took one long draw from it. Again, it seemed like he might throw it back up but then Harry realized he was letting the juice sit on his tongue to abolish the taste of the medicine. This was proven true a second later when he swallowed and took another sip.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Harry asked as he set the spoon and bottle aside. Elliot nodded again and kicked the rubber duck with his foot. “Alright then, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Ten minutes later, Harry was carrying a sleepy and slightly happier towel-wrapped Elliot back to his room. He sat the boy on the bed for a moment so that he could get a clean pair of pajamas from the dresser.

When Elliot was dressed and tucked in, Harry grabbed a book from a shelf and sat in a chair they kept by the toddler’s bed. “Do you want to hear a story?” He asked.

With the covers up to his chin, Elliot nodded and yawned.

Ten minutes later, Harry left the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. He released a small yawn but he was more hungry than tired at the moment. So he headed to the kitchen to make dinner for Elliot and himself.

Before he even made down the hall, Harry thought he heard voices coming from the living room. For a moment he thought they were back already but then he realized that the rest of his family hadn’t even been gone for an hour yet.

With a great amount of care and caution, Harry drew his wand and made his way down the hall. He stopped and listened outside the swinging door to see if he recognized the voices so that he didn’t accidentally hex a friend.

Immediately he could make out that one was a man and one was a woman and after a few seconds he identified the female voice as Monica. His brows drew together in confusion. How did she get in his house?

Harry listened for another minute more but couldn’t for the life of him figured who the male voice belonged to. However, it did sound vaguely familiar.

As he was pushing open the door to confront the intruders, there was a yelp of pain followed by the sound of something fairly heavy hitting the ground.

A moment later, the door opened fully and Harry caught sight of Monica lying on the floor, unconscious. He looked up at the man and instantly recognized the lanky body, the freckles, and the red hair.

In too much shock to react, Harry was hit in the face with a jet of light and lost consciousness.

~!~

Draco emerged from the bathroom with nothing but a fluffy white towel wrapped around his waist to see Harry was dead asleep. He smiled softly at the sight as he ran another towel over his head to soak up the excess water from his hair.

Once he was done, he tossed the extra towel in a hamper before heading to his wardrobe. He opened the left hand side and pulled out a black garment bag. Then he hooked it to the top of the wardrobe and unzipped it to reveal his dress robes for the celebration.

After he had the pants and top on, as well as the bow tie hanging around his neck, he headed up stairs to see if his three oldest children were ready yet.

The first door he came to was closed, so he knocked on it and asked, “Scorpius, are you ready yet?” Before waiting for an answer though, he reached for the doorknob.

Just as he touched it Draco heard, “Do NOT come in here!”

Draco chuckled and shouted, “Hurry it up.” Then he continued down the hall, passing one door on his right and two on the left. The third door on the right, the first being Scorpius’ and the second being a bathroom, was Emma and Lily’s room. Even though the door was open, Draco knocked lightly on the frame as he leaned against the opposite side.

The two girls looked up and smiled brightly before bounding over to their papa and latching onto his legs like they always do.

“I see you two are ready and you both look very pretty.”

“Thank you, Papa.” They chorused.

Draco then knelt down so that he was closer to their level and made a spinning motion with his hand. “Turn around, let me get a good look.”

Immediately, Lily and Emma began spinning in circles, laughing as they went. When they stopped, they stumbled a bit as they tried to find their balance.

With a laugh of his own, Draco said, “Try that again, only slower.” This time the girls stuck their arms out and turned at a pace that would allow Draco to be able to see them properly.

Emma was dressed in a light blue dress while Lily was in purple. Both had come with a matching ribbon in a slight darker shade to tie around their waist but clearly they had traded.

“You’re both getting better at making bows.” Draco complimented when their backs were presented to him once again. “Just in case though, let me fix them.”

By time he’d gotten the girls’ ribbons tied properly, Draco had heard the sound of a door opening shortly followed by a closer one being shut.

“It sounds like your brother is almost dressed. Why don’t you two go wait in the living room while I finish getting ready and check on Elliot?” The blonde man suggested as he started walking down the hall, a daughter on each side.

As the twins giggled and skipped ahead, Draco stopped at the bathroom and knocked on it. “Are you almost done?” He asked through the wood.

“Yeah,” Scorpius replied, “I’m just brushing my hair and my teeth.”

“Alright then. We’re leaving in fifteen minutes.” Draco responded before he headed back down stairs. On his way back to Elliot’s room, he tied the bow around his neck as well as he could without a mirror.

Once he was at Elliot’s door, Draco peeked in first to see whether or not the boy was still asleep. He really didn’t want to wake him while he was sick, but he thought it would be a good idea to get him changed into pajamas and see about getting some medicine into his system.

“Elliot.” Draco whispered as he walked into the room. The toddler coughed but remained asleep. “Elliot.” He repeated a little louder and set a hand on the boy’s stomach, rubbing gently.

That small action seemed to do the trick as Elliot stirred a few seconds later and wearily blinked his eyes open. “Hi, Papa.” He whispered.

Draco smiled at his youngest son. “Hey there, little guy. You still feel sick?” He asked in a soft voice.

The dark-haired boy nodded and also replied with, “Trow up.” But Draco heard it more as “Trop.”

“Trop?”

“Trow up.” Elliot repeated and this time he patted his tummy at the same time.

“Oh, you feel like you’re going to throw up.” Draco stated. Elliot nodded again. “Alright, you are going to take some medicine then.” He picked the toddler up and went into the kitchen with him.

After setting the two year old on the counter, Draco began the search for the proper medicine and a measuring spoon. Then he poured a cup of juice so that Elliot had something to wash it down with.

Draco handed the juice to Elliot before reading the label on the bottle of medicine. He decided to give him only half a dose just in case he really did throw it back up later.

Once he’d poured out the right amount, Draco held the spoon in front of Elliot’s mouth but the toddler refused to open it. “You have to take it. It’ll make you better.” Draco insisted. It didn’t seem to help any.

The blonde felt kind of bad for trying to make his son take something that tasted so horrible. And he only knew it was as bad as it was because when Scorpius had been that age, he tried it for himself just to see why he didn’t want to take it. It was worse than any potion Madam Pomfrey had ever forced down his throat.

Finally, after a short stare down, Elliot, looking for all the world like he was going to cry, opened his mouth and allowed his papa to give him the medicine.

When Elliot had finished his juice, Draco took him back to his bedroom and got him changed into a pair of pajamas. He then put the boy back in bed and waited for a few minutes until he was asleep again.

By the time that was taken care of, it had nearly been fifteen minutes since he’d told Scorpius they’d be leaving in fifteen minutes.

Draco hurried back to his and Harry’s room. He first checked himself in a mirror next to his wardrobe to make sure his tie was straight. After a few adjustments there, he grabbed his robe out of the garment bag and threw that on, buttoning it quickly. Now he just had to deal with his hair.

Over the years, Draco had become quite fond of doing his hair himself instead of using magic to put in place. Since he didn’t have the time for that, he used a few well known spells to finish drying it and get it just the way he liked it. He then looked himself over in the mirror one more time and decided he was as ready as he was going to be.

Before leaving the room, the man made sure that the baby monitor on Harry’s night stand was turned on. He gave his husband a kiss and then made his way to the living room where his other three children were waiting.

“We’re late.” Scorpius stated the moment his father walked into the room.

“We’ve still got ten minutes before party officially starts.”

“And it takes twenty to get there by car.” Scorpius retorted.

“That’s why we’ll be using magic.” Draco said as he looked his oldest child over.

Scorpius had been given the option of wearing dress robes or a muggle tuxedo. He chose the muggle attire and it suited him quite well. It was black and he had picked out a blue tie that brought out the color of his eyes. Draco had to admit, Scorpius was turning into a fine young man and that thought made him feel old.

Bringing his attention to Scorpius’ hair; Draco noticed it was straighter than he’d ever seen it. “How did you manage to get your hair to lie flat?” He asked curiously.

“I used a straightener.” Scorpius replied. When his father just gave him a blank look he elaborated with, “It’s a muggle thing that uses electricity to heat up hair and make it straight for a while.” He patted his head. “But my hair’s already puffing back up.” He added with a scowl.

Draco smirked at his son. “You look dashing. You’ll be beating woman off with a stick at the party.”

“Dad.” Scorpius whined as a light blush adorned his cheeks.

“That’s Papa to you. Dad is sleeping.” The blonde said with a smile, knowing full well that Scorpius hadn’t actually called him that in years.

“Whatever.” The teen replied and headed out to the car.

Draco then turned his attention to his two favorite daughters. “Since Daddy is staying home, how would the two prettiest girls in the whole world like to be my dates?” He asked as he crouched down.

“Yes!” They shouted together and started giggling happily.

“Well then, to be my dates, you’ll need these.” Draco then conjured to white roses and tucked one into each of their ribbons around their waist. “There, perfect.”

Now, this chapter may have been all cutesy, but the next one should be where the bad stuff starts happening. I think you knew that though.
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