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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
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When Harry came to, he found himself in his bed, hands bound behind his back and gagged.

“What’s going on?” Though the words were muffled by the cloth in his mouth, apparently it was clear enough.

“Nothing yet.” Came a voice from the end of the bed.

Harry’s head snapped in the direction from which he was being spoken, suddenly remembering who had been in his house. His eyes widened in fear.

“What the fuck do you want?” He tried to say through his gag.

With a light chuckle, the red-haired man moved around the bed and stopped at Harry’s side. He crouched down to the bound man’s level and, surprisingly, removed the gag.

“Let’s try that again, shall we?”

“What the fuck do you want?” Harry screeched and started struggling against his bonds.

Ron stood to full height and laughed gutturally. “So now it’s about what I want, I suppose? Then again, it’s not like you have much choice.”

Despite his fear of the man standing over him, the sudden realization that he hadn’t been home alone hit Harry hard. “What did you do to my son?” He yelled.

“You mean the boy in the next room?” Ron asked, pointing over his shoulder as he did so. “He’s fine. I promise. He came in while I was tying you up but I made sure he got back in bed. He actually thinks we’re related, asked if I was “papa’s brudder”.”

Harry couldn’t help his own small laugh, despite the situation. “That means he thinks your Draco’s brother, dumbass. Draco is papa.”

Ron’s face reddened in anger and he slapped Harry across the face. “It’s time for you to shut the fuck up, I think.” He pulled the gag back up from around Harry’s neck into his mouth.

“Now then,” He took a step back from Harry for just a second so he could take in the sight before him. “You asked what I was doing here. I mean, as if it wasn’t obvious. You and that fucking ferret took fifteen years of my life from me. So now, I’m here to take from you.” He placed a hand on the pregnant man’s still growing belly.

Harry protested, physically and verbally. And Ron laughed.

“Struggle all you want, Harry. You’ll never get free without help.” With that, the man turned away and began undressing.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!” Was Harry’s muffled response. He pulled harder at the ropes binding his wrists. “I’m not doing this again!” He mumbled.

Once fully naked, Ron turned back to his hostage with an angry, red hard-on. He pointed his wand at the bound man on the bed and gave it a flick. Harry’s bathrobe flew from his body to land haphazardly across the room.

Ron then moved to stand directly in front of Harry’s face and began to lazily stroke his hardened flesh. “I won’t tell you to cooperate, Harry.” He started breathily. “Not this time. No, this time, is going to be very bad for you.”

One of Ron’s lanky legs was then raised and he placed a foot on the bed near Harry’s knees. As he began to haul himself into a standing position on the bed, Harry saw his one and only chance.

Harry kicked out at his attacker, using the other’s weight and current lack of balance against him.

It worked.

Ron fell sideways and slightly forward, luckily missing Harry, the side of his head smacking into the corner of the dark-stained end table next to the bed. He landed on the floor and remained motionless.

With trepidation, Harry peaked over the side of the bed to see a pool of blood forming on the carpet under Ron’s already red hair. Then he started struggling again. But, as much as he tried, he couldn’t break free of his bindings. He then turned his attention to the gag in his mouth, but that wouldn’t budge either.

Finally, he remembered the small, rectangular device sitting on his nightstand. The one Draco hated. If he could only make a call, just one.

First, Harry had to work himself into a sitting position.

Several minutes later, that task was completed and the raven-haired man was trying to figure out how he was going to use his cell phone.

As he contemplated his current predicament, a familiar cramping sensation hit his lower abdomen like a wave and he froze in panic. Not now. Not now. Not now. It’s not even time!

Harry’s need had suddenly become dire.

Before, he could have waited for his family to return home. He could have waited for Draco to find him like this, but now, now he needed to get to the hospital.

Fear and anger gripped Harry like a glove and tears began to spill from his eyes. This was all Ron’s fault.

“I need to use the phone!” He screamed behind his gag. The cloth suddenly fell unceremoniously from his face and the smartphone on the nightstand beside him lit up, displaying his husband’s name as it magically made the call he needed.

The distraught man sobbed in relief and bent to get closer to the phone.

“-lo? H-ry?” Harry couldn’t quite understand his husband, but he didn’t need to. He just needed Draco to hear him.

“Draco! Draco I need you to come home.” He shouted into the device. “It’s Ron. He came back! I need you.”

Before Harry could even finish his last statement, the line went dead. Head hanging, he sobbed harshly and mumbled, “I need you to come home.”

Harry didn’t know what he was going to do. He was home alone with a small child and his hands were currently bound. But before he had any time to really dwell on that issue, his phone rang. His head snapped up toward the sound and he saw ‘Draco <3’ displayed on the screen.

Without a single thought, the bound man leaned forward and pushed the answer button with his nose. “Draco! Ron’s here. He came back and tried to hurt me again! Please, come home!” Harry sobbed into the phone as another contraction hit him.

Once again the line went dead.

Harry fell back onto his pillow. “He can’t hear me.” He cried. The man lay in his awkward position, on side his, his legs still over the side of the bed and his arms still bound behind him, as he wept.

~!~

Draco appeared outside the door to their home not two minutes after his son told him of the situation. Ron… and again. He was seething in anger. The man turned toward his front door and didn’t even touch the handle before he realized he’d given Scorpius his keys.

“Damn it.” He muttered as he pulled out his wand. A moment later he was stepping into his living room.

Once inside, he flicked on the light and was surprised to find a prone, female figure on his floor. He quickly recognized it as, “Monica,” he spat.

With his wand still in hand, Draco bound the blonde woman before heading into the next room to search for his husband.

In the hallway, Draco could hear the clear sounds of intermittent sobbing. He turned to head in the direction it was coming from, but another thought occurred to him first. “Elliot.” He mumbled to himself.

Draco hurriedly checked in on his youngest child to gratefully see the toddler was still fast asleep in his bed. He sighed in slight relief before making his way to his own bedroom.

“Harry?” He called as he stepped into the room. The blonde immediately noticed his husband’s naked form on the bed and was both surprised and confused he hadn’t received a response. His heart jumped into his throat as the worst possibilities raced through his mind.

“Harry?” Still no response.

Finally, Draco rushed around the bed, nearly tripping on the body he didn’t know was there. He looked down at the redheaded man and sneered before turning softer eyes on Harry.

“Harry?” He asked again, reaching out for the dark-haired man.

Green eyes flicked up at him for a moment before losing focus once more.

“Harry, are you okay?” The blonde placed a hand on his husband’s damp face. “Harry, can you answer me?”

Draco watched Harry’s mouth drop open slightly and move up and down but no sound came out.

“What did he do to you?” Draco asked as he moved to sit next to his catatonic love.

Instantly, he jumped back up from the bed, having sat in something wet. Almost immediately it occurred to him. “Are you in labor?”

The distraught, dark-haired man managed just the tiniest of nods followed by a soft sob.

“Sweet Merlin, Harry.” Draco dragged a hand through his hair. “We need to get you to St. Mungo’s. Now.”

Gently, Draco helped his husband into a sitting position and then got him up off the bed.

Using his wand, he quickly removed Harry’s bindings. Next, he found the bathrobe that had been thrown across the room and got it onto the other man’s naked body.

“Come on. Let’s get you to the floo.” He said softly, leading Harry by the hand toward the living room.

Once they reached the hall, Harry stopped outside of Elliot’s bedroom and turned to look at it. Then he turned a fearful look on his blonde husband.

Draco softly cupped Harry’s cheek. “He’s alright, Harry. I already checked on him. But right now, we need to get you to the hospital. I’ll be right back for him. Okay?”

Harry’s glazed, jade eyes looked into Draco’s silvery-blue ones for a moment before the pair continued their journey to the fireplace.

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“Draco, what are you doing here?” A flustered Narcissa asked, nearly dropping the book she was reading in surprise. The blonde man quickly crossed the sun room and deposited a sleepy Elliot into her arms.

“I need you to go back to the house with him and wait for the other children.” He started quickly. “Harry was attacked and now he’s at St. Mungo’s in labor. I have to run to the ministry and get aurors to the house before his attackers wake up and try to get away.”

Narcissa gasped in shock and covered Elliot’s ears. “What do you mean Harry was attacked?”

Draco stifled a small sob over his husband’s predicament. “Ron came back.” He replied, a more than sufficient answer for the older woman who knew the whole story.

The blonde man turned to take his leave, but a thought occurred to him. “I should also probably mention this so you aren’t surprised by it later…”

“Surprised by what?”

With a sigh and drag of his hand through his hair, Draco continued, “Obviously, I couldn’t just leave the kids alone, so… Lucius is with them.”

“What? I specifically told him to stay away from you, that you wanted nothing to do with him anymore.” The woman angrily stated.

“It wasn’t on purpose.” He replied. “We ran into him at the party and he wanted to catch up with his family. It didn’t feel right to deny him.”

An angry silence settled in the room for a few moments.

“Anyway, I have to go.” He gave his mother a swift kiss on the cheek, tousled his son’s hair, and left.

~!~

“What do you mean, ‘she’s a witch’?” Draco cried incredulously.

The auror flipped through her notepad. “Monica Dombrowski. 25. Wand of Alder and Unicorn hair.” She read aloud. “We believe she was a plant to get close to your family before Weasley set his plan in motion.”

“I should’ve known. I should have known!” The blonde nearly shrieked.

The auror lightly touched his shoulder. “You couldn’t’ve known. It’s okay. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

Draco leveled a glare at the woman speaking to him. “I didn’t protect my family.”

The woman quickly removed her hand, which she thought had been comforting. “Look, Mr. Potter-Malfoy, we have everything under control here. Why don’t you take your family to the hospital to be with your husband?”

Blonde hair bobbed in a nod. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll do that.”

Draco moved from the living room to the kitchen where his children and mother, plus Lucius, were waiting for him.

“You’re still here?” He asked the other man in surprise.

“Of course. This is my family too, Draco.” The older blonde replied.

With a sigh, Draco said, “I suppose. And I thank you for your help this evening, but you’re no longer needed.”

Lucius looked at his son with hurt written across his face and said, “Draco… I’m trying.”

And he was. Or at least, he really appeared to be.

“Okay. Okay, you can stay. But one word or action I don’t like and you’re gone. Do you understand me?” The blonde asked, slightly irate.

“I understand you.”

“Good. Let’s go.”
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And Again ::Sequel to Face Down::