Harry James Potter. He was the love of Draco Malfoy's life, whether he knew it or not. Harry was forever in Draco's heart. Even if Draco wasn’t in Harry’s. Everytime Draco snuck a paper inside without his husband knowing he would thumb through the paper for any news of Harry Potter, the boy who saved his life. He’d be quick to hide it when his lovely Jasper came home, of course, he’d have his head if he found out Draco had a paper of Potter inside his house.
“Welcome home, Love,” Draco greeted, staring at a stain on the carpet floor, he really needed to get that cleaned.
He took Jasper's coat and bag, “How was work?” Jasper just sighed and sat at the kitchen table. Draco quickly hung up his coat and bag. Making sure that the meal he had cooked earlier was still warm under the stasis charm.
“Any interesting cases today?” Jasper taps his fingers on the table, over and over.
What did he forget? He had dinner, the house was clean, so what did he forget?
”U-uhm, The Stephens have a new cat, have you heard? Cute little thing.” A loud crashing noise takes up the kitchen, and suddenly there's food on the floor, broken plate too.
”Draco dear, It looks like you’ve dropped your plate.” And yes, that's right, his hand must’ve slipped. But he makes no move to pick it up.
”Get me a beer, and make it fast.” That’s it. That’s what he forgot, the damned beer.
”Yes love, of course.” He walks around the broken plate and food on the floor towards the fridge.
”Here you are, ice cold.” He set it down next to Jasper and went to grab his wand to clean up his mess, because of course it was his fault that he dropped his plate.
Later at night while Draco prepares for bed his husband comes in with his hand behind his back. “Draco, love. What have we talked about?” And that gets his mind spirling because, yes, what have they talked about. What did he do this time? He did everything and he already forgot the beer; he can’t afford to forget another thing.
”U-uh- I’m sorry, did I do something wrong?” He was terrified to ask. What is he going to do this time?
“I found this morning's paper shoved between the couch cushions. And I certainly don’t read the paper, and you of all people don’t read the paper. So I wonder dear, what was it doing there?” And he’s frozen in his spot. He thought it was well hidden. He was going to toss it in the morning after Jasper left for work.
”i-I do-“ And then he stops talking because Jasper walks up and grabs him by his waist, and he’s scared.
”It’s alright love, no need to be anxious, it's just the paper. Just go toss it in the bin and come back to bed. I forgive you.” That can’t be all. He’s not yelling, he's not pulling his hair. He just smiles and hands the paper over to Draco who starts walking towards the door.
Then he finds himself locked outside. Draco realizes, oh, of course. He’s expected to spend the night outside. It’s his fault after all, for not tossing the paper out sooner. He’s not even surprised he’s just indifferent. He wishes he brought his wand to help him warm up, as he’s just in his silk sleep clothes. He thinks if he begs and apologizes Jasper will let him inside, but based on past similar experiences he thinks Jasper will just get angrier. So he settles down on the porch, wraps his arms around himself and stares at the stars. Well, at least he didn’t hit me this time.
Draco finds himself stuck a year and a half later. Really truly and absolutely stuck. Sitting on the bathroom floor covered in bruises and blood flowing down his legs does he realize. The revelation makes him throw up every meal he’s had that day. His mind racing as he wraps a hand around his abdomen while his other hand tries and fails to mask the absolute grief coming out of his mouth. And he’s crying, sobbing, laying on the floor while the truth of what could’ve been the only light in his life was beaten out of him and spread across the bathroom floor. And after years of suffering through pain that he thought he deserved, does he finally beg for it to stop. The pain and suffering that caused him to lose the child that was growing inside of him, the child he killed by just accepting the abuse and not- and not what? Leave? Defend himself? Where would he go? His parents were dead and Jasper could frame him for some idiotic made up crime that would get him sent to Azkaban f0r the rest of his life and he’d be unable to do anything about it.
And it’s on that bathroom floor that Draco makes a decision. One that he truly hopes will save him. He writes a letter to Harry Potter. The boy who could save his life, again.