The game and love

45

Ron suprised Harry, perhaps a little more than he wanted to when he burst into the dining room. He was a brute more so than he'd been in highschool. He'd shaved his hair down to about one centimeter tall. Harry chuckled as he thought this made Ron's face look very fat. He admired the well defined biceps Ron had painstakenly sculpted on his body. Harry Whistled.

"Hey Ron, nice to see you. I see why Hermione married you." He flashed an embarrased grin as his boyfriend walked into the dining room with a couple of beers.

"Jeez, I'm Married, eyes off man." Ron covered himself up with his arms, like a hooker on a cold night. Tim stayed out of this conversation as he didn't remember who this man was that brother and Harry were speaking to. It had been a hell of a week for Draco who just had gotten his boyfriend out of the hospital, nearly threw a game away down in Miami and now his best friend was in Seattle. The kicker that made this shocking was Ron Played for the Titans, they weren't playing the Seahawks.

"So what the hell are you doing here?" Draco chuckled. Putting a bowl of Pasta down in front of his friend and then taking his own seat softly, he began to eat.

"I am officially traded to the Seattle Seahawks." Ron instantly as a knee jerk reaction slapped Draco's back. The shock of Ron's statement clearly caught him at a crossed roads of emotions that didn't like large pieces of pork stopping them up. "You all right, Drake?" Ron asked half giggling. Draco nodded softly. Harry decided to interject the thought that was on everyone's mind.

"How did that come down? Did the Titans not want you anymore?" Harry asked honestly.

"Nope, I said I wasn't going to sign with them in the offseason and Since it's the last year of my first deal in the NFL, I figured, why not just shoot straight with the brass. However, I didn't expect to come here, I didn't get informed until early this morning. Major Bitch to get a flight out that early. Well, there you are." Ron ate a bite of his meal.

"So what did we trade them? Draco demanded, he wanted Ron to get defensive. He was easier to joke with after you made him feel a little small.

"It was pretty good. Third round draft pick and a defensive guy, I forget his name." Ron said, proclaiming proudly what a steal he was in the trade. Ron was very excited to be here once he had realized this was where he would be coming. he felt like it would not only be like old times, but he and Draco were both Probowl players. The best at their respective positions, they played on different teams, but this would clearly be an opportunity to showcase both Draco's and his talents to lead them to where the both dreamed of being, the superbowl.

"Where's Hermione?" Harry asked out of the blue, finishing his meal and dabbing at his mouth with a Napkin.

"She's moving the family." Ron answered simply. "She should be here in a week or so." Harry nodded understanding.

He liked having Ron here, they hadn't really Seen eachother since Highschool and Harry continued to marvel at how much he had changed. He was the same Ron, the personality was there. The wierd grin, the mamouth length. Most important however, was Draco's glow. Harry was noticing how excited Draco was, noting also that the blonde had avoided polite conversation for the moment, perhaps thinking that Ron may just be an illusion of some kind.

"I hear you guys had a baby." The red head stated. He shifted in his seat and smiled at Harry. "One baby wasn't enough?" He playfuly slugged Draco. Now Draco, as if on natural reflex didn't even look up. He slugged Ron, paticularly hard. Ron yelped at this, which made Tim, who until now had all but vanished from Harry's line of sight, laughed audibly.

"You guys are still idiots." Tim laughed at he pushed his now empty bowl to the center of the table. Ron looked shocked when it finally dawned on him who this was.

"Little Timmy Malfoy?" Ron grinned stupidly. "I can't possibly be that fucking old now, can I?" Tim laughed. Ron looked him over, he was an adult now, but he had known this boy since he was 5, it was shocking to really get a feel for how much time had really passed between them. Nearly nine years. Ron sat in amazemnt of his realization. How much time had really passed? He was brought out of his thoughts by his own mouth which had seemed to be on autopilot asking the young man questions. Harry had slipped away to the bedroom to get their new baby boy.

He presented the boy to Ron to have nice look. It was in this moment that Ron noticed he'd forgotten to ask to see the boy. He smiled softly as Harry brought the baby over, but refused to take him into his arms, he was big and awkward, it had taken Hermione's coaxing to get him to hold their daughter. She was clearly more frail than this boy, who had all the makings of a Malfoy, he already had the chin and everthing, but that still didn't encourage him. The baby gurgled and that made Ron tense a little.

"He's definitely your son Draco." Ron grinned, shaking his head. "I can't believe Pansy would help you out like this, I mean, wow." His words were honest and Harry felt a sharp sword in his chest. He knew the boy wasn't his, but that wouldn't stop him from being able to love him, would it? These thoughts made Harry painfully worriesome and he felt it best if he retreated into the baby's room for now.

Harry tried to shake the tears from his eyes, but more just fell in their place. He didn't know how much time had passed. He was rocking in the rocking chair in the nursery, still trying to shake his feelings. 'He's definitely your son Draco.' The words taunted him, still suffering from exhausting feelings, not fully recovered, he wondered if he might have gone mad. They'd had this stupid conversation, they'd had it hundreds of times. It didn't make any difference to Harry, the words were too potent.

It was a few hours later when Draco woke him gently. "Come on baby, it's time to go to bed." Harry sat up and was going to get up when Draco stopped him. "Listen, let me carry you, you look really tired." He examined Harry's features and looked at the sleeping baby in the crib. He smiled. "Harry, come on, grab my neck." Harry did as instructed and soon he was pulled off his feet and whisked away to their room. Draco didn't even labor carrying Harry, but Harry always felt as if he was some enormus burden to Draco, he'd neglected him for some fancy pants music career, which he had grown to hate for how it made him feel.

"Draco, I'm sorry." Harry said suddenly as Draco helped him undress. The man looked into his green eyes.

"For what Harry?" He said soft and kind as he could, hiding the worry that still haunted him.

"For getting sick, for neglecting you for so long, for jus..." Tears formed in his eyes again and he was breaking apart. Draco put his hand on Harry's cheek.

"Harry, you can't worry so much. I'm here now." Draco pleaded in a high soothing voice.

Harry wanted to appologize again, he wanted to tell Draco he was sorry for how he was making Draco feel. The words would not come. He tried to force them, but only mute tears came in response. He was so fucking frusterated. He knew Draco would be better than this if the roles were reversed. He cursed himself angrily for being such a sensitive idiot. Draco just finished pulling off all of Harry's clothes and then sat beside him on the side of the bed and pulled him into a one armed hug. Harry relaxed a bit and fell against the embrace. They stayed like that for several minutes.

Draco was so confused. He had no idea what he was doing, or how to help Harry through this. He was so different now, Draco had noticed the distance that had taken it's toll on him when he couldn't get Harry to spill it out to him, his pain, worries, it was all there for Draco before, but this Harry was different. He was defensive, reserved, sometimes prone to fits of violent temper, something that Draco had never seen before since they'd been together these last ten years. He had to admit it now, there may be no way to bring the Harry he loved back to him, heart on his sleeve, tell all eyes and all.

Harry could see Draco fretting, something important was clearly on his mind. Instead of worrying about it, Harry decided to take the initative. He kissed Draco lighty at first, but it was clearly and inviting kiss. Draco returned the kiss, slighty longer, more forceful. He liked this game. Harry continued it on his end. The kisses soon became more pleading and desperate and Harry leaned back as he felt Draco move around to be on top of him. Their kisses continued, both moaned softly, pleading with the other to not stop.

"Oh God Drake, don't st..." The pleasure wouldn't let Harry finish his sentence. AS passion slowly rose up inside him. He bit his lip to hold back a scream. Draco's mouth licked his abs with a hungry passion and Harry couldn't stand it. He was hard, really hard. His hips bucked with pleading, but Draco mantained some composure, he wanted it to last. He discarded his own pants and was now naked. He'd not been wearing any underwear. He hoped Harry didn't notice, because he hated that. He always told Draco to go take a shower if he discoved him that way. Draco could see however from Harry's leaking member that he was too distracted.

He turned Harry to the propper position in the bed and laid on top of him, barely breaking the contact with his body, which was now completely glistening with sweat. Draco's cock lurched forward with lust. He wanted Harry, Harry wanted him. He slid inside Harry slowly, he had forgotten how sensitive Harry was, they used a good amount of lube and Harry had significantly relaxed, though he was still rock hard. Draco pushed gently as he continued to enter Harry. When he saw his love throw his head back and a gasp escaped, it was like an ignition, he had Harry's sweet spot. He smiled as he put each of Harry's legs on his shoulders. He begain to slowly move in and out. In and out. The passion built, the sweat formed on his brow. This was an artists work he thought.

He was at his peak. He couldn't, no he didn't want to come, but this had been so long since they'd made love. He bent down to kiss Harry softly. "I'm gonna...." He felt Harry grab his sweat messed hair. "Me too." He exclaimed to the blonde between laboring pants of passion. They both grunted at the same time and colapsed into eachother's arms. They were both spent. They laid their for several minutes, waiting for sleep to come as Draco finally pulled the blankets up over them.

Draco played with Harry's hair, it was always cuter when it stuck to his head after sex. Draco didn't know why. He laid down on his side of the bed and Harry took that as an invitation to claim his favorite spot on Draco's chest. Sleep still hadn't taken them yet, perhaps they both were afraid that this was a dream and they would wake up the next morning in the worlds that had kept them apart for so long.

"You know what I want?" Harry asked the silence. Draco continued to play with Harry's hair.

"What's that love?" Draco asked, his voice warm and comforting.

"I want to be here when I wake up." Harry sighed, letting his eyes close.

"YOu know what I want?" Draco asked Harry in the exact same tone. Harry gave a tired 'hmm'

"I want you to smile again Harry James Potter." He said softly. He knew as he said it that Harry had not heard him just now, but he hoped, wherever his dreams might take him, that he was smiling.

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End chapter 45

A/N: I am truly in the writting spirit. I have an ending. I know how to get there, but I am going to do my damndest to give you good qaulity chapters. I love you guys. Please review. It's nice to see comments, it's been a particularly rough and lonely time for me, it's partly why I came back to this one story. I have great joy writing this story more than you can know and I hope you have as much joy reading it.

This hard time for Harry is not over, so you guys that are not fans of angst I appologize. It will be better soon. Also, don't forget that Harry has been away for three years on the road touring. Draco hasn't exactly had an easy life either and that will all unfold in the coming chapters. There will be atleast one more time skip before the story is over.