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Will you be my daddy?	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 75784 -:- Recommendations : 10 -:- Currently Reading : 20
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter nor profit from it. J.K. Rowling owns everything.

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Author's note: University is trying to kill me with its work O_O

Thanks to the following reviewers: Luminari_Lilium; Madamdragon; delia cerrano; bcjink; unneeded; ahh; Claudia

I hope you'll enjoy this story!

Warnings: a bit of violence, not much. Also I put two little clues about the murderer's identity in this chapter ;)

Chapter 30

Sixth of January

When Draco woke up, he noticed he was lying on the edge of his bed, his son sprawled out next to him. His face was burrowed in the pillow, his little hands clenching the sheets tightly.

Draco shook his head exasperated, but smiled fondly. Scorpius had always been a restless sleeper.

He smoothed out the ruffled blond hair and gave Scorpius a soft kiss on his forehead before carefully easing out of bed, taking care to not disturb his son.

Silently he got dressed and made his way downstairs.

When he arrived in the dining room, the sight that met him made him halt.

A glaring Daphne was struggling to untie a letter from a brown owl while the owl was pecking her hands.

"Stupid fucking owl!" She hissed, breathing heavily. Some strands of her hair had escaped her bun, falling in front of her eyes.

"It is a good thing that Blaise can't see you now." Draco said lightly, startling Daphne who jumped and scowled at him. "He would forever tease you with the fact that you lose against a mere owl."

"Fuck you." She muttered annoyed.

"Sorry, not interested." Draco smirked.

"Asshole; if you think you get better results, then try to get that letter on your own." She snapped and stalked over to her chair, crossing her arms and huffed.

Draco rolled his eyes, but walked over to the owl. It was looking at him, seemingly wary.

He stuck out his hand and the owl promptly offered his paw.

"Oh, for fuck's sake." Daphne muttered irritated.

The moment that Draco had the letter in his hand, the owl took off quickly through the open window. A house elf appeared to close the window before leaving again.

Draco frowned when he saw no name on the letter. Warily, he casted some detecting spells on the letter. It wouldn't be the first time that he received letters meant to harm him.

When the spells revealed nothing, he opened the letter. Something fell out of the parchment and landed on the table.

Draco picked it up and to his shock and disbelief: it was a photo of Harry, slumped against a wall. The Harry in the photo barely moved, his eyes closed.

Fear gripped his heart and Draco read the letter, trembling in fear and fury.

'Do you miss your lover, Malfoy?

If you want him back, meet us at the abandoned path in the forest near your house.

Bring someone else with you and Potter pays the price.'

Harry was alive. He was alive and Draco would get him back.

Daphne stared at him worried. What did the letter contain that made Draco so pale?

"Draco, dear, are you all right?" She asked concerned.

When he looked at her, she was startled to see his strange, gleaming, burning eyes.

"That asshole is giving Harry back. I have to go now." Draco replied quickly. "Stay with the boys, please." He turned around and hurried out of the dining room.

Daphne followed. "Wait, Draco, won't you take someone with you?" She asked, her mind reeling in shock of hearing the news. The kidnapper was giving Potter back. Why would he do that without demanding something? "Who knows; it's probably a trap."

"I don't care. I'm getting Harry back; that's all I care about." He snapped, grabbing his jacket. "He forbade me from bringing someone with me; besides, if I'm alone, I have the chance to kill that son of a bitch." He added grimly.

"But it doesn't make any sense!" She said shrilly. "He asks for nothing and yet he gives Potter back after three days? Who would do something like that? It's dangerous, Draco; what if that person tries to kill you? What if it's a trap?"

"I can defend myself just fine." Draco replied annoyed. "As soon as I have Harry, I'll send you a message."

"Wait, no …" Daphne tried to protest, but Draco had already left the manor. She cursed loudly, glaring. "Damn it, Malfoy, you better come back safe!" She hissed and stalked to the living room, sitting down on the couch. She crossed her arms and started tapping her foot, making a loud clack – clack sound.

Merlin, she hated waiting.

The moment Draco was out of the door, he broke in a run, adrenaline coursing through his veins, urging him to go even further.

So close. He was so close to having his Harry back. He didn't care that it could be a trap, he didn't care that it was dangerous (and wasn't that something he thought he would never say), all he cared about was that he would have Harry back in his arms, back in his home with their boys.

His legs started to cramp, his lungs were burning, but he didn't stop. He could take the cramps and the burning lungs; it didn't matter.

All that mattered was his lover who was waiting for him.

Harry woke up groggily, confused when he heard birds chirping and the cold harsh wind tearing through his clothes, making him shiver violently.

Where was he now?

"You're finally awake." The cold yet amused voice of his kidnapper sounded next to him.

Harry tensed.

"Don't worry; I'm not going to kill you here." Rustling of clothes.

Once again, Harry cursed his lack of sight and the lack of his wand. It was irritating him to no end to not being able to see the man.

"I sent your lover a letter this morning, telling him where to meet us." The man continued.

Harry stiffened. Draco. Draco shouldn't come; he would be in more danger than Harry and Harry wouldn't be able to save him. Adrenaline started to fill his body and he began to struggle hard; panic brewing in the back of his head, but he pushed it away.

Panic wouldn't help him now.

The tip of a wand against his throat made him still.

"Now, Potter, you have been such a good boy; don't fuck up now." The man warned him. "I'm not planning on killing Malfoy; that would be a waste of spells and energy."

"Would you mind if I wasted one particular curse on you?" A cold, harsh voice made Harry's heart jump and fear for the other person's safety filled his body.

Draco was here.

When Draco arrived at the beginning of the path, mentioned in the letter, he slowed down, gripping his wand tighter and carefully looking around while making his way down on the path.

Every cell in his body wanted nothing more than to keep running, but his self-preservation warned him to be careful.

It wouldn't do to get hurt or worse killed, if he wanted to save Harry.

He tensed when he heard a man saying, "Don't fuck up now."

He walked off the path, in between the large oak trees. He hid behind a fairly large one and peeked around it. His heart stopped for a few seconds when he saw Harry sitting on the ground: bound, blindfolded and gagged. Someone, whose face was hidden underneath his dark cloak, had his wand pressed against Harry's throat.

The cloaked man continued, "I'm not planning on killing Malfoy; that would be a waste of spells and energy."

Draco stepped from behind the tree. "Would you mind if I wasted one particular curse on you?" He asked coldly and stared icily at the man who turned to face him, face still hidden.

"Ah, so you did come alone. You're smarter than I thought." The man sneered.

"You're stupider than I thought if you think you can get away with this." Draco growled and with one quick snap, the tree behind the man had caught fire.

The man cursed and without paying attention to Harry who had started struggling again with the ropes, he jumped aside, out of the fire's reach.

"That wasn't very nice, Malfoy." The man mocked and this time it was Draco who had to jump out of reach of a dark purple spell.

Draco cursed when the spell made a hole through his robe; if that spell had hit his body …

Meanwhile Harry had started to struggle more; it was difficult trying to free himself while being blindfolded and trying to concentrate on the fight that was going on around him. His heart stopped every time he heard Draco curse and he was hoping Draco wasn't hurt too badly.

"You really should be nicer to the one who gives you your lover back." Finally, Draco could hear the annoyance in the man's voice. It had irked him to no end to hear the amused sneering voice and it felt like a small victory that he had managed to annoy the man.

During the fight, he had acquired some minor cuts and bruises and a few burn marks because his attention was partly on Harry. He wanted to hurt that son of a bitch – well, he wanted to kill him truthfully – but he was afraid to hurt Harry. What if his spell or curse hit Harry instead of the man? It wasn't as if he had a clear shot: the unknown man was constantly hovering behind or besides Harry, making it difficult for Draco to hit him badly.

Draco gritted his teeth, trying to come up with a spell that would stop the man.

Beads of sweat were trailing down Harry's face. He was still struggling with the ropes and he had managed to make the knot looser, but his head began to feel very light – an effect of having no food in his body for a long time.

He shook his head harshly, not wanting to lose conscious now. He tensed when the sounds of fighting had stopped and he could only hear labored breathing a few feet away from him and a foot behind him.

"Really, where are your manners, Malfoy? I expected a more civilized encounter." The man said in a mocking tone.

Draco gripped his wand tighter and pointed it at the chest of the man. It would be risky, but it was worth a shot. If he used that curse now, the man wouldn't be able to get away. "Sectum …"

"Ah, ah, ah, you don't want to use that spell, if you don't want your toy to get hurt." The man whispered darkly and pointed his wand at Harry's head. "Go on, Malfoy, I dare you. How long do you think it would take you to say that spell before I can kill Potter?"

Draco clenched his jaw; his eyes betraying his fury. He was trapped. He could say the spell quickly, but then it wouldn't have the desired effect considering spells of this sort required a lot of attention.

However, he didn't have to worry any longer.

Harry could barely contain his cry of relief when he finally managed to release his hands. He jerked the rope off of him and ripped the blindfold of his eyes. He winced when the daylight hit his eyes – that were sensitive from being blinded so long – and squinted, feeling relieved when he saw that Draco was mostly unharmed and standing across of him.

Draco hadn't noticed him having freed himself, having all his attention on his kidnapper.

He quickly took in the situation: Draco was still alive and barely harmed and from the harsh breathing, Harry concluded that his kidnapper was standing behind him, probably a bit to his right. He knew he couldn't do much: he didn't have his wand with him (he wondered if Daphne or one of his boys had picked it up) so he wouldn't be of much help in the magic department.

But to every problem, there was a solution. Slowly, Harry reached out with his left hand that was hidden from sight from the kidnapper and searched the ground, looking for something that could help him.

His hand closed around something hard and sharp. That would have to do.

"You know, I'm getting tired of this." The man sighed and suddenly his wand was pointed at Draco who froze. "I have been very nice to you, but seeing as you don't want to quit, I have to show you what happens when you get in my way. Cru…"

Draco jumped out of the way of the curse's reach, but he didn't have to do that. His eyes widened when Harry suddenly sprang up and threw a rock the size of his hand at the kidnapper.

The man's head was slapped harshly to his side when the rock hit his head and he groaned and his knees buckled, his wand hanging loosely next to his hip.

This was Draco's chance.

"Petrificus Totalus!" He cried, but just when the spell was about to hit the masked man, he was able to Apparate away, but not before Draco could catch a glimpse of light blond hair.

One second later, only he and Harry were left in the open space.

Harry groaned and grabbed his head. He had moved too fast and the world was now spinning around him.

"Harry!" Draco ran towards him and hugged him tightly to his chest, burying his face in Harry's hair. "Merlin, I'm so happy I got you back!" He whispered and kissed Harry on his forehead, his nose, his cheeks, his lips. "Don't ever scare me like that again! I thought I had lost you!"

Harry clung weakly to the warm hard body in front of him, trying to stay conscious even though it was getting more difficult. "I'm happy I'm back too." He mumbled and he shivered when he felt something wet hit his cheeks.

Only a few seconds later, he realized that Draco was crying.

Harry lifted his head and grabbed Draco's face between his hands, looking right into his eyes. "Ssst, I'm back. I'm not going to leave." He whispered and kissed Draco softly on his lips, relaxing under the familiar touch and he couldn't hold back the few tears that escaped his eyes at seeing Draco again.

"Are you okay? He didn't hurt you, did he? What did he do to you?" Draco asked frantically, his hands trailing over Harry's body, feeling for signs of injuries and to reassure himself that Harry was indeed in his arms, that he was back with him.

"I'm okay. He didn't hurt me much. He just tied me up and blindfolded me and – how long was I gone?" Harry asked, suddenly realizing that he had no clue how long he had been kidnapped.

"Almost four days. Scorpius and Teddy were out of their mind with worry; don't ever do that to us again, do you hear me?" Draco ordered, his worry mixing with anger.

"I promise I will be more careful from now on when I go outside." Harry murmured, kissing Draco again.

"Don't think I'm going to let you out alone after this." Draco growled. "Are you sure he didn't hurt you?"

Harry hesitated, not sure if he should tell Draco about the potion that the man had injected in his body. It wasn't as if it was poison – he would have felt it by now if it had been poison. Still the question remained: what had that man injected in him?

"Harry? What did that man do to you?" Draco repeated his question, feeling more and more anxious when he saw the hesitation in Harry's eyes. What had that son of a bitch done to him?

"He … injected some kind of potion in me." Harry replied hesitantly.

Grey eyes widened horrified.

"But it wasn't poison, I'm sure of that!" Harry hurried to reassure the other man. "If it was, I would have felt the effects by now."

"I'm getting you to the hospital." Draco said grimly and stood up and picked Harry up. "I'm not risking anything. If that fucker injected you with something, I want to know what."

"Draco, I can walk on my own." Harry protested, feeling a bit humiliated.

"Harry, please." Draco replied uncharacteristically soft and looked at him pleadingly.

Harry bit on his lip, but put his head on Draco's shoulder, understanding that Draco just needed to take care for him now – how stupid and useless that sounded to Harry.

Draco had to walk back to the beginning of the path, because some of the wards of the Malfoy manor expanded to the open place.

"How are Scorpius and Teddy?" Harry asked worried, thinking about how upset Teddy would have been.

"They are very worried about you. I don't think they ate much these past few days – I don't think anyone did." Draco added softly.

"I'm sorry." Harry muttered, looking down.

Draco snorted weakly. "What are you apologizing for? It's not like you asked to be kidnapped." He murmured, kissing Harry's temple. He couldn't get enough of touching him now that he had him back in his arms. "Don't even think you're going to leave my sight ever again."

Harry scowled, disliking the possessive tone, but didn't bother with replying, knowing that it would be futile and to be honest, he was just too damned relieved and too damned happy that he was back with Draco. He didn't want to ruin their reunion with a fight.

"We have to let the boys know. I want to see them." Harry said.

Draco nodded. "When you're getting checked, I'm going to send a message to Daphne."

Harry frowned. "Daphne? I thought she had to leave a few days ago?"

"She didn't; she decided to stay as long as you weren't back." Draco shifted him a bit, tightening his hold on the man in his arms. "Hold on tight now, I'm going to Apparate."

Harry swallowed and closed his eyes. God damn it, but he hated Apparating.

Daphne startled when a bright silver Patronus in the form of a panther appeared through the wall. She recognized it as the Patronus of Draco and immediately sprang up alert, her heart beating hard and fast, feeling as if her heart would jump out of her chest.

'Daphne, I got Harry! I'm with him now in Saint Mungos, getting a check up for him. I'm back with him as soon as I can.'

Daphne laughed weakly, tears leaking out of her eyes, dripping on the marble floor. Her knees buckled and she sank to the floor in relief.

Potter was safe. He was back.

She clapped her hand for her mouth and smiled. Potter had lived up to his reputation: he was still hard to kill.

"Mommy? Why are you on the floor? Are you hurt? Why are you crying?" Scorpius asked afraid, standing in the doorway.

She beckoned him to her and he slowly approached her, looking worried, his bunny clenched to his chest. She hugged him to her chest, pressing kisses on his forehead.

"I'm crying because I'm happy, sweetie." She whispered in his ear. "Papa just sent a message. He found your daddy back!"

Scorpius' eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. Confusion, fear and hope were flashing over his face and his lower lip trembled. "Really?" He whispered, not daring to believe his ears. Was it true? Had papa found daddy? Was daddy coming home?

Mommy nodded, a smile lightening up her face. "I mean it, sweetheart. Your daddy is coming back home."

Scorpius squealed and threw his arms around his mommy's neck, hugging her tightly while he began to cry in relief.

"Daddy is coming back!" He repeated over and over again.

Daphne smiled wider and nodded.

"I have to tell Teddy!" Scorpius yelled excitedly and ran out of the room. His feet made a loud tapping sound on the stairs and the floor while he hurried to Teddy's room. His whole face was beaming and he was grinning. Daddy was coming back!

Teddy looked up annoyed when his door burst open and a little blond thing threw himself at him.

"Oomph." Teddy groaned when the thing landed on his chest, making breathing difficult. "What is your problem?" He asked harshly.

Scorpius looked up and Teddy frowned when he saw how happy Scorpius was looking at him. Two small arms came up to his neck and Scorpius was hugging him tightly.

"Daddy is coming back!" Scorpius squealed loudly.

Teddy stared at him, not registering the words. How … what … why …

"Come on, Teddy! We have to go down to be there when daddy comes back!" Scorpius urged him on and tugged on his hand.

In a daze Teddy followed the boy downstairs. He didn't dare to hope. His dad had been gone for days, how would he suddenly come back? And where was Draco?

Staring ahead of him, Teddy sat down on the couch, his hands clenched on his lap while Scorpius was chattering about the things he would do when daddy arrived. He would make pictures for him, he would play with him and he would cook for him (to which Daphne immediately told him that he was under no circumstances allowed to be near the kitchen). Scorpius had pouted, but had relented; he was too happy to have his daddy back to care about something else. And he was proud of his papa too. After all, papa had kept his promise and he had brought his daddy back.

Daphne was a bit worried about the lack of reaction on Teddy's part, but figured it was a lot for the boy to take in. He would need to see Potter in person to believe he was back.

Hell, she had trouble believing it and she knew Draco wouldn't lie about that!

"All right, we're going to examine your blood on every possible potion we can think of and we will immediately let you know what it was you were injected with, Mister Potter." Healer Rowland informed Harry and Draco while looking through the file.

"Thank you." Harry nodded.

He was sitting of the examination table and had had a full body scan. The scan hadn't revealed anything special, so the Healer had taken blood to run a couple of tests on it.

Harry had told him what he had experienced when the injection had happened, but like Rowland told them: a lot of potions could cause excruciating pain.

Draco had been hovering around him anxiously and had held his hand the entire time, not once letting go.

Two Aurors, who had been at the hospital because a suspect had been brought in, had questioned Harry about his kidnapping. They found it strange that the kidnapper would just let Harry go without demanding a ransom or anything else, but there wasn't much they could do about it. Eventually they left, promising they would keep an eye out for the kidnapper.

"Can we go home now?" Draco asked impatiently.

"Draco." Harry scolded.

Rowland chuckled, his brown eyes looking at the couple amused. "Go on, I'm not stopping you. Just keep out of trouble from now on, Mister Potter."

"I'll try." Harry retorted dryly.

They left the examination room and Harry leaned against Draco's side with a sigh.

"How are you feeling now?" Draco asked softly, rubbing Harry's palm tenderly. The Healer hadn't found much wrong with Harry. He was dehydrated and weak because of the lack of food in his body, but Rowland had assured them that could be easily fixed with some rest and a good meal.

"I'm still feeling a bit light in the head, but otherwise I'm fine. I just want to go home now and be with our boys." Harry replied softly.

"My thought exactly." Draco whispered and they decided to use the Floo of the Hospital because Harry complained he would be sick if he had to Apparate again.

When they stumbled out of the fireplace, coughing a bit of the sooth up, they were attacked by a little blond blur who was squealing loudly and sobbing at the same time.

"DADDY! I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!" Scorpius cried.

Tears began to prick in Harry's eyes and he bent down to hug the boy fiercely to him.

"God, I missed you so much, honey." Harry whispered and relished in the feeling of having a boy he now considered as his son back in his arms.

"Don't ever leave us again." Scorpius whimpered, rubbing his face against Harry's shoulder like a little kitten.

"I promise." Harry swore. He looked up right into teary blue eyes.

Teddy was staring at his dad in shock. His dad looked very pale and had bags underneath his eyes, but the emerald eyes still sparkled. His cheekbones seemed more pronounced and he looked tired, but he was there. He was back home, back with Teddy.

"Teddy, sweetie, come here." His dad said softly and opened his arms. "I missed you."

A sob tore through his throat and he flew to Harry, clinging to him and never wanting to let go of him.

"Dad, dad, dad." Teddy cried.

Harry sat down on the floor, not caring if his pants got even dirtier and pulled Teddy on his lap, hugging him tightly and rocking him back and forth. "Ssst, I'm here, I'm not going anywhere. I'm here." He muttered over and over again in a soothing voice.

Scorpius bit on his lip; he wanted to hug his daddy more, but he understood that Teddy now needed his time with daddy. He would get his time with daddy later, he was sure of it. Daddy wasn't going anywhere now.

He toddled over to his papa, reaching out with his arms. Papa bent down and picked him up, settling him on his hip.

Scorpius kissed his cheek. "Thank you, papa." He smiled and hugged him.

Papa looked surprised. "What for?"

"For bringing daddy back."

Draco smiled and looked at the scene tenderly. Harry was back where he belonged: right in his family.

Daphne smiled. At least Potter was back; they would worry about the kidnapper later.

AN2: So did you pick up the clues? Please leave your thoughts behind in a review! Normally I should be able to update this Friday

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