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most nights, I don\'t know	By : jessebarbieheart Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3312 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: This chapter should clear up some of the confusion expressed in reviews! As well as create some much-loved drama ;) ENJOY!

Harry's dreams that night were quite vivid. Usually, he tried to black out such things, but tonight he was too tired to care. Besides, they weren't all that horrible.

The first, and the longest, included a whole lifetime of new memories – His first time with Draco, which had just happened. Celebrating a month's anniversary with an expensive dinner and carnal, lusty sex that also felt deep down like love. This was followed by a proclamation of such love. Then Christmas, opening each heartfelt present with extreme cuddling and glee. Malfoy's first Christmas dinner with the Weasleys was next. What he loved about that bit was that everyone openly accepted their relationship. Maybe many months passed and he was receiving a brilliant ring and a proposal that could bring anyone to tears. A wedding with sweet Lily as their adorable, yet mature, flower girl. The night of their wedding doing things that made his unconscious self melt. After that, the images flew by like photographs. They were all happy with no qualms and no fights. At one point, he and the sultry blonde man of his dreams were even raising a small tow-headed child. And then, in the end, they died together after a full life of endless, unmatched love.

It was beautiful and everything he could honestly ever wish for.

But the next dream, after he rolled over and latched onto Malfoy's body, was much sexier. He got clear pictures of future sexual encounters. Not all of them were with his blonde beauty, however. He assumed that in this dream, he had his heart broken. The sex after he saw himself sobbing timelessly were skuzzy and desperate. He hated it.

It was waking up from that which solidified his chase after Draco Malfoy. He wanted the greeting card happiness of the first dream. He sat up sharply; looking down at the spot said man had been when he'd drifted off. Right now it was empty and Harry couldn't help but to nearly have a panic attack.

His breathing was harsh – he must have sounded mad – as he bolted from his bedroom with a sheet wrapped around him. He checked the restroom first, but it was dark and empty. Same for the sitting room. There would be no need to go into the guest room or Harry's office, so he didn't even bother looking. Instead, he went straight to the kitchen.

"Um, Dad? Pants?"

Harry pushed haphazard, dark hair from his eyes and scanned the small area. Sitting at the table was Albus, the source of reprimand. But what he hadn't expected to see was his ex-wife helping herself to a mug of tea. "Honestly, Harry, could you at least try to be decent around the house? What are you teaching our son?"

He couldn't help but to groan and hold his aching temple as Ginny chided him. "Ginny…. Why are you in my house, may I ask?"

She took her time sipping at the scalding liquid before answering. By the quirk at the cover of her mouth, it seemed to Harry that she enjoyed seeing him upset. "Well…," she started softly, setting her cup down on the counter. "Before school started, Dean bought Lily a puppy for her birthday. But, it seems he has an allergy to it. It's gotten to the point that we can no longer have it around. So, I've come to you. It would be helpful if you could keep the dog here. I know it would mean the world to your daughter if you would," she added at the end when it became apparent that Harry was going to refuse.

"A dog?" Harry looked away, shaking his head. "You know, I try very hard to keep this house clean. A puppy would not help…."

"Padfoot is house trained. He's a very sweet, obedient, loyal dog…."

The casual slip of the dog's name had the effect Ginny had been most likely trying for. Harry's head shot up and he looked at her with a mixed look of confusion, sadness, and intrigue. "P…. Padfoot?"

Smiling almost wickedly, she nodded and reached for her tea again. "Yes. Lily thought that it would mean a lot to you. Which is why it would be nice for you to take him in." She raised an eyebrow in challenge, daring Harry to decline now.

"Fine, I'll take the animal. But your boyfriend's paying for the food and shit and I'm not doing this for him, by the way. I'm doing it for my daughter." Harry rolled his eyes, cinching the sheet in tighter around his chest. There was a sharp, metallic taste in the back of his mouth that he got every time he spoke of Dean Thomas. It was much like the jealous stomachaches he had when he dated Ginny in sixth year. But it was different this time. Now it was a stranger feeling of hate, even though he'd brought this on. He was the one to ask for the divorce, so in a way it was his fault she and Dean were together again.

"Harry –"

"Hasn't he asked you to marry him yet? What's it been, like, three years?" Harry snided, crossing to the refrigerator and getting the pitcher of orange juice to get rid of the bad taste. He wouldn't look at Ginny as he poured a glass; her anger was prevalent enough by the sound of her harsh breathing.

"Three and a half," Ginny snapped. She dumped the rest of her tea down the sink. It seemed she was finally ready to leave. "Look, the dog's tied -"

A slam of the front door followed by, "Potter, your neighbors just complained to me about your yapping dog tied up out front," halted Ginny's words and actions. "Is that thing even yours? It's terribly annoying." Draco Malfoy walked into the kitchen, chest bare and slick with sweat. While blushing, Harry noted that he had borrowed a pair of his shorts and sneakers and that his cheeks were flushed gorgeously.

Ginny's jaw nearly dropped to the floor as she took all of these small details in. she then looked back at her nearly naked ex-husband and took on a sickly hue. "Weaslette," Malfoy merely said, only giving her a passing glance.

"Where were you?" Harry whispered, looking like he may just flee.

"Out running. I go for a jog every morning," the blonde man answered as if it were just that simple. "By the way, I'm starving." Harry caught his teasing look as Draco leaned in and stole a kiss from his pursed lips. "Make me something?" It was clear he was enjoying Ginny's shocked expression.

Albus, from the corner of the table that he was sitting at, cleared his throat softly to try and break the tension. "I could…make some eggs…. Mum, would you like to stay for breakfast? I'm sure Dad would love to put on pants, if you say yes."

"No," Ginny snapped instantly. Her amber eyes were icy as she stalked straight past the elder men. "Just don't fucking kill that dog, Harry," was all she said before leaving as fast as she could. It both looked as if she was scared out of her wits and wanted to murder someone.

A sharp snort escaped Draco's nose. "Touchy." He snagged an apple from the counter and nonchalantly took a seat beside Albus at the table.

It felt like Harry's brain was swimming through all that had just happened, trying to recover. From somewhere far off, he vaguely recalled that he said was going to get dressed. And then he was in his closet, pulling on whatever was nearest and clean.

He had enjoyed his time with Draco thus far. But he wasn't quite sure that he was ready for other people to now this. And he was positive Ginny was going to go tell Ron. This honestly frightened him a bit. His relationship with his best friend had been strained recently, ever since the divorce. But this may just completely shatter it.

Harry could feel he might burst into tears when he walked back into the kitchen. He leaned against the counter, sipping at his juice. The atmosphere in the room had gone back to being less volatile. Draco sat in the same place, still looking godlike in his shirtless state. Meanwhile, Al was busy scrambling eggs and frying bacon. It seemed that they had already taken care of the introductions and were keeping up a friendly chat about Draco's son. There was still curiosity in the air, however, visible in the way Albus' eyes lingering on the scars upon the man's chest every time he glanced over at him.

"Hey, Dad?" Harry looked lazily up at his son and gave a small noise to signify that he was listening. "Lily's dog is still out in the yard. Maybe you should bring him in?" He sighed and set down his empty glass.

The instant that he opened the front door, a small, all black Akita bounded up to the steps. It gave a sharp yip once it realized the chain it was tethered to gave only enough to allow him to put his paws on the bottom step.

"You're cute," Harry said simply, kneeling down to run his fingers through the small creature's abundance of fur. "But I doubt you'll ever live up to your name." He allowed a smile to tug at the corners of his lips. The puppy gave a small bark in response, wagging his tail. He seemed to just be happy for the small amount of attention. "Why don't I go get you food? I bet you're thirsty, too…." He stood, wiping the fur from his fingers on his ripped jeans.

Harry turned back to the wide open door, walking through but still not shutting it all the way. Still being able to see him seemed to calm Padfoot a bit. But, he didn't make it all the way to the kitchen. For some reason, he stopped around the corner and listened to the still easy conversation between his son and Draco. He didn't want to interrupt, for eavesdropping would most likely give him better results.

"- was stupid really. A friend introduced us awhile ago, but I'm sure he really wasn't much into it. Besides, he left after you and Dad got home. Made up some shit excuse, too…."

A small silence followed Albus' solemn explanation, which Harry assumed to be about his company the night before. "You're young," Draco said in a half-consoling tone. Then another pause while ceramic was moved around gently. "So…do your parents know?"

"What? That I'm gay?" Al laughed to himself, but the giddiness didn't quite follow. "Dad knows, of course. We get each other…tell each other practically everything. 's why I chose him after the divorce. But Mum…. Not yet. I'm holding off on telling the rest of the family I'm afraid they'll react the same way they did with Dad. I don't think I could handle that as well as he did…."

"You mean when they found out he had cheated?"

This time it was Albus' turn to be silent. Harry was willing to bet that he was calculating how much to divulge. He could sense it in the way his own face paled and heart pounded. "Um…yes," Al said softly. "I guess it was what prompted him to ask for a divorce. Everyone hates him for it. He's a bit of a joke in the family. It settled down somewhat when he actually started to date Uncle Charlie."

"And what happened there?" Harry was a bit surprised to hear the honest interest in Draco's voice.

"Well, for a year or so they just casually…hung out and stuff. Then they began dating things got pretty serious, too. Uncle Charlie lived with us for a little while. And then…it fell apart. Dad just got tired of him not being home. He's pretty much married to his work, Uncle Charlie. And in the end, Charlie broke it off and left Dad in pieces. Suppose that was about…two and a half years ago now. This is his first real attempt at dating since then. He's tried a few other things, but this Internet dating crap seems to be sticking."

"Your father and I are not dating," Draco said plainly. There was not an ounce of feeling behind it, just glaring reality.

"Ah…." Harry heard the sound of footsteps coming closer. "I'm going to tell him that food's ready." Quickly, he bounded to the door and closed it just loud enough for the other two to hear. A second later, Albus' head popped around the corner. "Hey. Breakfast." He smiled reassuringly but something behind it seemed empty.

Harry nodded, following his son back into the kitchen. He said, opening a cupboard and pulling down two bowls. "I'm going to get the dog some food and water." A sharp yelp sounded from outside the front door, eliciting a sigh. "Maybe I'll just bring it in."

Immediately, Al was on his feet. "I'll go get it!" He practically ran out of the room, not even bothering to try and hold back his grin. Only seconds passed before he was back, snuggling the ball of dark fur to his chest. Harry set the bowl of water on and ground and set about digging through the fridge. But it wasn't necessary as Albus was already setting about feeding him scrambled eggs from his fingers while holding him at the table.

With a snort, Harry shut the door to the refrigerator. "Did you know Lily got a dog?" he asked quietly and sat down between his son and his lover. Which seemed to be some sort of remedy to his worries as after he did so, he couldn't seem to take his eyes off of Draco's bare chest. It felt like all of the bad things in the world melted away and all that matter was this right here.

Albus shrugged, taking a bit of food for himself. "No…but it doesn't surprise me. Dean's always buying her things or doing nice crap for her. Don't know why…."

A small shiver ran up Harry's back and he tried to ignore it, but the sick feeling in his stomach had returned. "Suppose it's because she looks so much like your mother at her age…. She was about Lily's age the first time they dated." He cleared his throat awkwardly, showing a rather large bite into his mouth.

"That's sick."

Harry looked up at Draco, trying to hold back a grateful smile. He had been thinking much the same thing but was too decent to say it aloud. But Draco had no such tact. He could say things like that for some reason and get away with it. He admired that. It was sort of something he needed in his life. He needed the balance.

He needed this. Needed Draco, a prospect he'd never even considered.

"He's just trying to be a good father figure to her," Al said softly and set the puppy down on the floor. Padfoot bounded happily over to the bowl of water and slurped at it like he was dying of thirst. The result was a multitude of splashes all over the clean linoleum.

Harry sighed deeply. He ate a few more bites before his stomach couldn't stand to accept the food anymore. "Suppose he's grown on you now, hasn't he?" He couldn't help but to feel a little disheartened by this. It wasn't like he was losing his most loyal child, but their dislike of Ginny's boyfriend was a bond that kept them strong. "Is he buying you shit, too?"

With a roll of his eyes, Al said, "He's not that bad, Dad. Besides, weren't you guys friends at school?" He raised a brow in challenge, his last words hitting heavy.

"I need a shower…." Ignoring the question, Harry stood and shuffled off to the bathroom. He couldn't answer his son because they in fact had. All those years ago, he and Dean Thomas had gotten on pretty well. But once he began dating Ginny again…something changed. Harry found that he couldn't overlook all of the small flaws the man had. How he wasn't worthy of his ex-wife. Really, he had no say in the matter, but that didn't stop him.

"You're jealous." As Harry pulled his shirt off, halfway down the hall, he felt a cold pair of hands place themselves on his hips. He relaxed at the touch, resting back against Draco's chest and halting his steps.

He whispered, unconvinced of his own words as he spoke them, "I am not. I just…don't like that he's trying to take my role as father to my children."

Draco's fingers dug harshly into his skin, nails snagging and nearly puncturing. "Don't act so pathetic. It's unattractive."

A wave of slight anger hit Harry hard and he whipped around. "What are you even still doing here?" he asked harshly, pulling his shirt back n to hide the inflamed wounds the other had left.

"I was eating breakfast. I was hungry," Draco said silkily and leaned against the wall. "But I will leave, if you prefer. I am sure that I have better things to do than play the part of Daddy's newest endeavor." His expression was calm but contained a hint of mocking hidden not so well behind his eyes.

"Fine, Malfoy. Go. I don't have the patience for your aristocratic games." Harry headed again for the restroom, suddenly feeling very exhausted. He wanted to feel Draco's hands on his shoulders, softly massaging away his tension. But when he turned back at the door to check on him, he was gone. The only hint lingering that he had even been there was the soft scent of his high-class musk.

Instantly, Harry's mood soured. He felt the chronic feeling of depression sliding back into his body. It was the most he could do just to drag himself into the shower. Even then, all he could do was stand in the warm spray until it turned numbingly cold. He didn't even bother washing up before shutting the water off and climbing out. He wasn't going to go anywhere, anyway. All he could force himself to do was crawl back under his sheets and try to fall asleep. He longed to have another happy dream about a promising future. But the scent in his room of Draco's and his mixed sexes distracted him. It had him achingly longing to take back what he'd said. To go back in time and beg the blonde sex god to stay forever.

Too bad it isn't that easy, he found himself thinking while his lids became heavy some time later.

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