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For The Sake Of A Name	By : Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 52498 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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AN: I present to you all, chapter 33. Well progress has been a little slow this week, mostly because I have focused on getting Erotes' new chapter sorted and ready to be uploaded (which will hopefully be in the next day or so). But chapter 34 is ready to go so we have no worries about next week's update.
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Previously:
"You're so right; Merlin, I'm an idiot," she said sadly.
Harry caught the single escaped tear as it rolled across her cheek, "not an idiot, just a protective Mother," he corrected.
Draco smiled at that. "I am glad we're okay," she told him.
"Better than," Harry said with a grin, leaning forward and pulling his wife into the first kiss they had had in days.
-#-
"Madam Coram," Dumbledore said, greeting the witch with a warm smile as he got up from the seat in which he had been asked to wait, as the petite, brunette, head-of-department came out of her office.
"Headmaster Dumbledore, it is good to see you again," she said; reaching out a hand to shake his, which the older man quickly accepted.
She had been quietly glad that the Potters had requested her personally, and invited Dumbledore along. She had been unable to fight the impression that there were some in her department that were not being completely above board, particularly where the young couple and their infant son were concerned; Mr Blishwick, their appointed inspector, included.
Such a 'terrible shame' that the man had been sent out on another visit today, she thought sarcastically to herself.
Dumbledore had spoken with Harry and Draco the evening before and they had agreed that it would be okay to let the woman through the Fidelius Charm on the house. There wasn’t really any other way to get her into the house and at least that way they could argue that it would always have to be her who completed any home visits; something that the family thought would be for the best.
"Perhaps we can take a walk?” Dumbledore suggested politely. “It would probably best if I apparated us both."
She nodded her consent and tried to keep pace with the Headmaster's long strides as he led them from the department. They got a few questioning and suspicious looks; but thankfully there were very few people around. Dumbledore lead them through the Ministry corridors to the closest exit, which would allow them back up onto the London streets above and from there they were able to walk the few minutes to an approved apparition point.
"Madam Coram," Dumbledore said, holding out his arm for her to take.
She did so willingly and felt the familiar and rather unpleasant pressing sensation of apparition.
-#-
As the quiet street, in muggle London, formed around them, Dumbledore handed the head of child services a piece of parchment. She unfolded it carefully and read the simple few words written there.
'12 Grimmauld Place'.
"Just keep that in mind," Dumbledore instructed her, when she looked up at him curiously.
Madam Coram turned back to the somewhat depressing row of houses and took note of number eleven, and then frowned as she took in its neighbour, number thirteen. She had barely a moment to mentally form the question about where number twelve was, before the magic kicked in. She almost jumped out of her skin when the buildings appeared to shift and another house started to form between them, as though it was elbowing its way out from between the other two; the residents, who she could see through the windows, seemed oblivious.
The Fidelius Charm, she thought in amazement; she hadn't believed it was something she would get a chance to see or experience in her lifetime. It was, after all, no small feat to hide a house, even for wizards.
She was sure she had never had to work around such a level of precaution when visiting a family before, but this was no ordinary family. She had to keep in mind that Orion had two high profile parents and was born in rather unusual circumstances; the public was, unsurprisingly, curious, as demonstrated by the article in the Daily Prophet a few days earlier, and therefore the extra precautions seemed understandable; advisable even, in her opinion.
"Shall we?" Dumbledore asked with a twinkle of amusement and a gesture towards to newly revealed house.
Madam Coram nodded again. She followed him as he headed up the steps to the black-painted front door; apparently they were right on time, as Molly Weasley was already there waiting to let them inside.
Her first impression was that the place had a heavy feel to it and looked as though someone had tried to brighten it up in a hurry. There was apparently nothing to be done with the dinginess of the hallway though; which, despite the pale paint, numerous gas lamps on the walls and old fashioned chandelier overhead, was still oppressive and grim. It was an impression that was only reiterated by the heavy curtains that looked as though they might have been a remnant from before the house's makeover.
"Not everything in the house was willing to be removed," Dumbledore explained, in his usual less than informative manner, from behind her; apparently having caught the direction of her stare.
She smiled at him over her shoulder and followed Mrs Weasley into the kitchen. It was located at the back of the house and bigger than she would have expected; the space dominated by a large wooden table where Harry and Draco were currently sitting.
"Madam Coram," Draco greeted with a rather forced smile; getting to her feet quickly and rushing around the room, shaking the head the department's hand to welcome her into their home. The blonde looked taller than she had remembered, but that was probably because Draco was no longer heavy with child; though she did think that the girl looked more comfortable in her own skin too.
"It is good to see you again, Draco," the kindly middle-aged lady told her, "May I call you Draco?" she asked quickly.
Draco smiled at Madam Coram's enthusiasm and nodded; turning to Dumbledore. "Welcome back, Sir."
"Thank you, Draco; Harry," the Headmaster said, with a nod towards the young man who was sitting feeding Orion a bottle at the table.
"Let me just finish feeding this young man and then we can move into the other room," Harry told them apologetically, indicating the half empty bottle in his son's greedily sucking mouth.
"No, please; take your time," Madam Coram reassured, "perhaps we can have some tea and chat?" she suggested.
"Of course," Molly said, bustling around at the stove with the kettle, instructing Kreacher to fetch several mugs; and though the elf grumbled, he complied readily enough.
While the Weasley matriarch went about preparing their tea, Madam Coram and Dumbledore made themselves at home, taking seats opposite Harry. Draco sat back down next to her husband and ran fingers gently through Orion's short hair. The three month old shifted his gaze to look up at his mother but didn’t let that slow his consumption of his meal.
Their guest had been working in child services for a great many years and she prided herself on being able to distinguish moments of true familial affection from the numerous troublingly fake ones which she had sadly seen too many of over her career. She had no doubts about the truth of the moment before her and was pleased that her faith in the young couple did not seem misplaced; it truly was lovely to get to see them, in their home, with their son.
"Here you go," Molly said; pulling Madam Coram from her thoughts and handing her a cup of tea; before placing cups in front of the rest of them and adding a jug of milk and bowl of sugar to the table.
"Thank you," she said, as the red-headed woman sat down on Harry's other side. She added a single spoonful of sugar and a drop of milk before she worked out where to start.
"Firstly, because I think that no one has thought to ask you this yet: is there is any support which you feel you are missing?" Madam Coram asked.
Draco looked rather taken aback by the question and froze part way through picking up the milk jug; it was in such a complete contrast with the time they had spent with Blishwick and therefore had caught her off guard. Harry however just seemed pleased to have been asked and glanced up at the woman, with a smile.
"We are good thanks; with Sirius and Molly's help, we have been able to manage a lot more easily that I ever thought we would," he told her proudly.
"I am glad to hear that." Madam Coram said with a small incline of her head, before furrowing her forehead in thought, "Though it does beg the question; where is Mr Black today?"
"Oh, he spends the full moons supporting a dear friend, who happens to be a werewolf," Dumbledore explained.
"I see," Madam Coram said, with obvious surprise, "I was not aware that a lot could be done to help werewolves at the full moon. Surely he doesn't stay with his friend when transformed?" she asked with obvious fear.
"I assure you that Sirius is completely safe; he has been helping with these transformations for decades," Dumbledore tried to reassure her, “and far more experienced with such matters than even I sometimes remember.”
The head of child services nodded, but it was clear to all of them that she was less than convinced; given however that it should have no impact of Orion’s quality of care, it was truly no business of hers.
"I move in for the few days he is absent; just to make sure that they have someone here if they want any help," Molly explained in an attempt to move the conversation back into safer territory. "Though these two are so proficient with taking care of Orion that I struggle to feel needed," she teased, with a wink at the Potters.
Harry flushed at that but Draco smirked. "Well, I promise I will never stop you, should you happen to get the uncontrollable urge to change or clean Orion," she told her.
Molly chuckled and sipped her tea. Harry placed the now empty baby bottle on the table and shifted Orion up to his shoulder; burping him effectively before starting to bounce and rock him gently in an attempt to persuade the small boy to sleep.
"How about the article which was published?" Madam Coram asked, sipping at her tea casually as she watched for their reactions.
Harry stared at her with wide eyes and it looked as though Dumbledore and Molly were watching the couple as closely as she was; Draco, however, looked livid.
"That was hardly our fault; what are we supposed to keep that dreadful reporter from writing whatever takes her fancy?" the blond demanded in a sudden burst of anger. "Unless you are going to tell me that you would have condoned us bribing her or something," she added bitterly; knowing full well that that is exactly what Lucius Malfoy would have deemed an appropriate course of action, and then almost instantly chastising herself silently, for having let herself even think of that man.
"No, no. You miss understand me," Madam Coram said hastily; putting her tea down and reaching across the table top to place her hand on Draco's. "I was not blaming you or suggesting there was anything you could have done to avoid it; I was asking if you wanted assistance in preventing such things from occurring again," the department head explained.
"How would you do that?" Harry asked with a hopeful gleam in his eyes; suddenly extremely interested in what the woman had to say.
"Orion, though in your care, is still a ward of the ministry until his first birthday," she explained, "as such we can issue a protection order; one that would make publishing any articles or information regarding your son a crime."
Draco was also looking hopeful by this point and Molly seemed nothing short of delighted; and yet Dumbledore looked just mildly curious and Madam Coram had to resist rolling her eyes, as suspected that he simply didn't want to admit to not having known this.
"They will still be able to publish information about you and Harry, of course," Madam Coram went on, "there is nothing I can do about that I am afraid, but I imagine with the restrictions around Orion, it would be..."
"Oh, they can say what they like about us," Harry interrupted. "Well, I mean, sure we won't like it, but it was the things they were saying about Orion that were really bothering us," he clarified.
Madam Coram smiled at him fondly and then dug into the small bag she had placed by her feet; she pulled out a quill and a piece of parchment, onto which she began to write. They watched on in silence, apart from the occasional clink of china as someone took a sip of tea and it was maybe five minutes before she was apparently finished; sliding the newly created document across the table.
"If you and Harry will just sign at the bottom," she instructed, "and perhaps it would be best if you signed too, Mrs Weasley."
"Please, call me Molly," the Weasley matriarch insisted as she leaned closer to Harry to be able to read the piece of parchment.
"And this will mean they are no longer able to publish anything about Orion?" Draco asked, once she was done reading.
Madam Coram nodded, "not without your express permission, in writing," she told them; handing over her quill when Draco eagerly held out a hand for it.
The blonde wasted no time signing; nor taking Orion, so that Harry could sign just a moment later. Molly's signature, less than a minute later, completed the document.
"It's really as simple as that?" Harry asked, still sceptical that this woman could solve this particular problem so easily.
"Well, it still has to receive approval; and for notifications to be sent to all wizarding publications," she explained, folding up the parchment and returning it to her bag. "That will likely take a few days, but I will submit it after I leave here and I will request that a notification is sent to you as well, so that you can see the details of it."
“Thank you,” Harry said earnestly. “I don’t mean to be rude, but why are you being so... helpful?”
Madam Coram frowned at that. “Because Orion is an innocent child, who deserves the best possible start in life; and in my book that means with his obviously loving parents,” she told them seriously.
“Blishwick didn’t exactly share that sentiment,” Draco mumbled grumpily.
“Most people in my department are under the impression that the pair of you are spoilt rich kids, who failed to keep their lustful urges in check,” Madam Coram said bluntly.
Harry and Draco both flushed red.
“I have tried to correct that, of course; but without revealing personal information about Draco, that is simply nobody’s business, there is very little I can do,” the department head explained, and she sounded sincerely apologetic.
“I doubt it would help much, even if you did explain,” Draco said sadly.
Madam Coram nodded her head in agreement, “I suspect you are correct, but we should not dwell on such matters given they are beyond our control; perhaps you can tell me a bit about how Orion is developing?”
A huge proud grin formed on Draco’s face as she started telling the woman about how Orion could laugh and followed them around rooms with his eyes; about how he would grab and hold things. Bragging about her baby son was something Draco had no trouble doing.
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They were pleasantly surprised by how easy the second inspection went; particularly given how emotionally stressful the first one had been. Madam Coram had asked lots of questions, watched how they handled Orion and generally observed as they went about their daily activities. She had weighed and measured their little boy, declaring him slightly small but perfectly healthy and then proceeded to spend nearly half an hour playing with him; Orion lying on the floor letting out huffy giggles as he grabbing at a rattle she was holding.
Madam Coram agreed to stay for dinner, which Kreacher had been glad to be allowed to put together by himself without ‘the meddling blood-traitor woman’; a name for Molly that Draco instructed the troublesome elf never to use again. So it was gone eight in the evening by the time that the department head bid them goodnight and thanked them for their time and patience.
“Well that was a pleasant surprise,” Harry whispered against Draco’s hair, as Molly shut the door behind Madam Coram and Dumbledore.
“It was,” Draco agreed, “perhaps we need to feed Orion more often though, if he is small for his age,” she suggested, worrying her lip.
“Draco, love, he is fine; it isn’t like I am particularly tall and, let’s be honest, you are tiny,” Harry teased with a wink. “She said he is healthy, that is what matters,” he reassured her.
“Okay, fine,” Draco admitted, “you know I can’t help but be anxious, he means the world to me.”
“I know, love,” Harry said, pulling Draco into a hug against his chest; her arms wrapping around him.
“How do you not worry about him?” she asked quietly, tucking her head under Harry’s chin.
Harry chuckled, “I do worry; I am constantly terrified that the ministry is going to sweep in and take him away, fretting that he might get sick or dreading him getting hurt. I worry that he will need us but we will be too tired to be woken by his cries. But then he smiles or laughs, or even wails loudly, and I remind myself that we both love him with all our hearts and will do everything we can to protect him.”
Draco let out a peaceful sigh and snuggled against Harry’s chest. “Take me to bed, husband,” she instructed.
“With pleasure,” Harry whispered.
Draco squealed with surprised laughter as Harry suddenly swept her up into his arms,bridal style.
“Harry...!” she laughed; Draco thought she should probably be object to being manhandled in such a manner but it was difficult to do when so amused.
Molly was in the front room and smiled at hearing the young couple so happy and carefree; she was so proud of them. “I’ll keep an eye on Orion,” she called out to them.
“Thanks, Molly!” they chorused.
“Put me down, you great oaf!” Draco ordered, playfully punching Harry’s shoulder.
“Ouch...” Harry said with a huge grin on his face, as he started to carry her upstairs, “I thought you said you wanted me to take you to bed.”
“I didn’t mean quite so literally.”
“But me big strong man!” Harry teased in a falsely deep gruff voice, “You tiny wife.”
“You are such a Gryffindor brute! Why did I marry you again?” she asked rhetorically.
Harry’s face fell slightly; Draco had just been teasing, but perhaps it was too soon to joke about the marriage they had had very little choice in; perhaps it always would be. Draco wriggled her way out of his arms as they reached the hallway outside of their room, putting both hands on his cheeks to make him look at her.
“Are we ever going to be able to joke about that?” she asked him.
“Maybe,” Harry said quietly, with a shrug. “I just hate the idea that you had to marry me; it was all my fault,” he said, sounding defeated.
“Harry James Potter! Firstly, it is not all your fault; fifty percent my fault, remember?” she demanded and waiting until he nodded slightly. “Good. And secondly, I do NOT regret marrying you.”
Harry smiled a little at that.
“I would marry you again today, or tomorrow, or whenever,” Draco told him sternly.
“Draco...?”
“Yes, Harry.”
“Will you marry me?” he asked with a playful smile.
“You prat,” Draco chastised, punching his arm again, “I am already married to you; I can’t actually marry you again.”
“Ah, but you would if you could?” Harry asked.
Draco rolled her eyes, “Yes, Harry, I would marry you again if I could,” she told him, shaking her head at his silliness. “For future reference though, should you feel the need to propose to me again: that one was worse than the first.”
“Oh, well now I am going to have to try again some time,” he said, as she took him by the hand and led them into their bedroom.
“Yes, you could do that, but right now there are other things I want your attention on,” Draco said with a smirk.
“I can think about more than one thing at once,” Harry insisted.
“So you’re telling me that you often think about other things while in bed with me?” Draco challenged with a single eyebrow arched in question.
“What...? Wait, No! I never said that,” Harry said, defending himself.
Draco tipped her head back and laughed. It was a beautiful sight, the pure joy in her expression, and Harry was so turned on; he took the couple of steps to reach her and swiftly met her lips in a dominating kiss.
She was momentarily surprised but moaned in pleasure at the power and possessiveness she could feel radiating from her husband.
“Merlin....” she gasped breathlessly, when he moved his lips to nibble along her jaw, “Harry, please...”
He chuckled deeply and the rumbling sound sent wonderful little tingles down her spine. It had been too long; between the discomfort she had felt since the birth and almost all their time being spent either taking care of their son or else sleeping, their sex life was all but non-existent. Something Draco was very keen to do something about.
She stepped back, Harry automatically following her, until the back of her legs collided with their bed. Her husband was apparently as eager as she was and had already managed to start removing her top; her own hands already fumbling with the trousers he was wearing.
“Too... much... clothing...” Harry breathed against her neck.
Draco nodded in agreement and still had just enough sense to throw up a silencing charm before they got too distracted. Thankfully it only took them a few short minutes to have rid them of the pesky fabric that was getting in their way; despite the distracting kisses. Completely naked, Draco shifted onto the bed, her equally undressed husband crawling after her with a look in his eye like a starved predator.
“I need you,” he told her; his voice gruff and something close to a growl.
“Yes, just hurry up and touch me already,” Draco said impatiently.
Harry was on his hands and knees, leaning over her; his leer becoming more a smug grin at her words. He trailed a hand down her side, just brushing the side of her breast and tracing small circles on her hip.
“Harry...” Draco complained half heartedly.
“Shush, love,” he said, placing a delicate kiss on the corner of her lips, “just trust me.”
She did; Draco trusted Harry completely, but that didn’t mean she was in the mood for one of his teasing sessions. He was moving down her naked chest, exploring her with kisses and tiny nips of his teeth; his firm hand on her inner thigh encouraged her legs apart and let his ministrations move to her already wet opening.
His tongue flicked out, as though to taste her and as his fingers brushed harshly over her clit she let out a startled yelp that made him take a little more care; he slid his thumb inside her and used her own slickness on the little sensitive nub. Draco’s breathing was erratic and she let out a contented sigh of pleasure as he pushed two fingers inside her.
“Harry,” she said breathlessly, her slender fingers toying with his hair as he used her lips on her. It wasn’t often he did this, but that just made it all the more intense when he did.
Her thoughts were becoming hazy and her body flushed; it was only the firm grip that his free hand had on one her thighs that was keeping her from crushing his head between them. His fingers were thrusting in and out of her, his thumb brushing against her hard little nub, as he used his mouth to suck and lap at her greedily.
Draco managed to open her eyes long enough to glance down at his and came instantly at the sight of the almost glowing green eyes that met hers. She cried out her pleasure, her body spasming uncontrollably as her husband gently stroked her opening with his tongue.
She was still trying to remember how to breathe when she realised he had moved back up her body and that his lips were on hers once more; Draco opened her mouth and let him kiss her powerfully. She could feel his hard length pressing against her tight and that just aroused her even more.
Draco broke the kiss and met his eyes, “I want you,” she told him, her eyes burning into his.
“Are you...?”
“Yes!” she said firmly before Harry could ask any more stupid questions, such as if she was sure.
It seemed he didn’t need to be told twice because it was with a swift and easy movement that he pushed inside her. It was what they both needed as he thrust into her and it was obvious that neither of them could last long.
“I love you so much,” Harry whispered in her ear; his hand sliding around her and resting on her lower back, pressing them more tightly together.
Draco, however, wasn’t able to do much more than let out little delighted, but somewhat pitiful, moans and whimpers as the sensations drove almost all thoughts from her mind, or at least the ability for coherent speech. Their hips rolled in sync; the rhythm sending spikes of pleasure through both their bodies, building the intense heat that was coiling in their bellies and groins until it threatened to boil over.
“Come for me, Love,” Harry instructed and Draco heard him well enough to obey; her body shuddering and clenching around him as they both tumbled over into intense bliss together.

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Delia Cerrano - Good to know. :) Draco has a lot going on in her head at the moment, that she isn't doing a very good job of dealing with. You are absolutely right about Remus, he just wants a family; specifically this family.
Gruffard - Yeah, she just seems spiteful without reason, I hate her too. Draco doesn't want to provoke Lucius if she doesn't need to, but she would do so if she thought it would help. But as you can see, they have other options. Yes, the relationships with Remus are growing and improving.
Luminari_Lilum - It is often better for issues to be spoken about honestly and fought over, rather than bottled up, and now they are not so much in the honeymoon phase of their relationship things might not be quite so sunshine and roses as they believed.
ChoasLady - I think that even Draco realises now that she was unfair to him. She just mentally has a lot going on in her head and is taking it out on those around her.
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