The war was over. For the first time, Draco felt a like he had done something right. He had changed sides when it mattered--he was on the winning side. He spent an all too brief summer feeling accomplished and ‘good’ to put it simply. Draco went to trial after trial, providing witness testimony and denouncing any ties he previously held with the death eaters. It was widely known that Draco was not evil, had denounced his previously held feelings of blood supremacy, come out as gay and decided to finish up his education. Draco hardly recognized the new man he was becoming, but he knew he was changing for the better. Draco headed back to Hogwarts to finish his final year before heading out to take the ministry up on their offer of an entry-level auror position. Hogwarts was not what he hoped. The students who scowled at him before kept scowling. His ‘friends’ had died in the war or permanently aligned with the wrong side, leaving him alone. For a while, the feeling of finally being good was enough, but being a total outcast in society took its toll and he began to slip back into his old patterns. He was so anxious, class was almost too hard to manage. He stopped trying to connect with the other students and withdrew into the library and his quarters. Draco was once again overwhelmed with fear--that he would not be enough, that he could not overcome his past, and that he would never become the man he was destined to be. He knew he was destined for more, but it was hard to see how that would ever come about. To make matters worse, once he returned to school, his parents went into hiding in Spain. Draco felt completely alone as he completed his eighth year.
When he started his ministry career, Draco kept his distance from others, not wanting to burden them with his presence. He went to work and then home, sometimes only leaving his flat to head to the apparition point, to the ministry and then home. Yet, somehow, as he walked to the apparition point each morning, he felt like this was not forever. Unlike his time with He Who Shall Not Be Named, Draco knew that better things were coming. And if his feeling was not enough, a chance encounter with a surprising outcome solidified his feeling of hope.
On his fifth week of auror training, Draco spent longer than usual in the locker room, attempting to wash off the day and leave it in the ministry. Right when he was about to turn off the water and pack up for the day, familiar voices greeted him.
“Oi, Malfoy’. The redhead sneered.
*thwack* Harry hit his chum on the arm.‘Don’t be an arse, Ron’
Draco said nothing as he stared wide-eyed at his former nemesis, the Gryffindors Potter and Weasley.
Harry's mouth quirked up into a little smirk as Weasley rubbed his arm in defeat.
‘Sorry’ he mumbled.
After a few moments of smirking, Potter quirked a brow.
‘Oi, Malfoy, you’re wasting water.
Draco turned off the water and wrapped the towel around his waist as he noted the way Harry's eyes did not leave his body. He did not know what was happening, but he did not hate the way Harry's eyes glanced over his body.
The next week, Draco was walking towards the apparition point when he once again heard the familiar voice of Harry Potter. “Draco” Potter called from across the lobby of the ministry. Draco nodded politely and stopped as Potter was striding his way with purpose.
‘Get a drink with me'. Potter requested. He did not order and Malfoy felt totally sure about his decision to say yes, and totally unsure where that answer came from. He did take a moment of pause when he noticed he was following Potter out of the ministry and towards Diagon Alley. The pair walked in silence toward the Leaky Cauldron and Draco got mildly distracted looking at a group of young witches and wizards walking toward Madame Malkin's. He was pulled out of that thought when Potter yanked him into an empty side alley.
‘What the hell’ Draco yelled with no malice.
‘I had a thought. I don’t know if I want to reconnect with all the wizarding world staring at us’ Harry said apologetically.
‘Oh’. said Draco ‘I understand’ and he began to turn and go.
‘Wait, where are you going”? Harry asked
‘You told me to leave….’ Started Draco.
‘NO, wait’ started Harry ‘I was going to suggest we go back to mine. I can put on the kettle or call out for a takeaway or something’.
‘Oh. Yeah, alright’. Said Draco, once again wordlessly following Harry through the side alleys of wizarding London.
They arrived at a series of townhomes and Harry cast an incantation, causing the buildings to separate and reveal Number 12. Draco jumped just a little when Harry took his hand and led him inside, but followed Harry in, just as he was becoming used to. They talked all evening. They spent time recounting the war-- Draco sharing what it was like to be paralyzed by fear under the rule of the dark lord, Harry describing the long nights in the forest of dean and visiting his birthplace again. Draco started to apologize exactly one time and was met with such a fierce insistence from Harry, making it very clear that apologies were unnecessary and unwelcome. After that, Draco relaxed a little in the chair and asked Harry what type of takeaway they should order. He could not remember having spent such a pleasant evening.
Draco left the flat that evening on a first-name basis with Harry and plans to meet again in muggle London the next week. They continued these meetings, talking about everything from the old days to their future dreams. Draco spent the time in between freaking out that Harry would stop wanting to hang out (he could not blame him!). He lived in constant fear that people would remember everything he had done, stop hanging out with him and send him off to Spain to hide with his parents.
One evening, Harry walked into the Aurors locker room to find Draco curled up on the shower floor and staring into space. He rushed into the showers fully clothed and embraced Draco. He knew what hurt and fear and panic looked like and he could not bear to see that in the man who was becoming one of the most important people in his life. Draco looked up at Harry as if he was woken from a deep sleep, blinking and unable to say anything.
‘I'm taking you home’. Harry stated, like it was the most natural thing in the world. It was the most natural thing. Draco allowed Harry to help him into his joggers and jumper and then followed him out of the ministry, grabbing his hand to apparate them to his flat.
The pair arrived at the loft and Draco led Harry into his flat. Once the door was closed he started laughing hysterically.
‘I just know that life is not supposed to be like this, there is more for me, but I feel trapped. Like I will never be enough. I hardly even recognize myself’ His laughter broke into sobs.
‘Draco’. Harry started as earnestly as Draco had ever heard him “take a deep breath. You are enough for me. I know you are capable of so many good things’.
‘You’re a good mate, but I think I will never find love’ Draco said, feeling utterly pathetic.
‘What about me’ Harry whispered.
Draco stared. Harry stared back.
‘I was having an anxiety attack because I convinced myself you actually hated me’... Draco said so quietly Harry could barely hear him as he scooped Draco into his arms.
‘Never’ promised Harry.
Harry moved in the next week and began turning Grimmauld place into a home fit for the family they were certain to have.
A few months passed and Draco just knew that Harry was his. Forever. So, he proposed. Harry surprised him by saying yes. Draco was still an anxious ball of nerves and a hermit sometimes, but they were working through that together. They married at the Burrow, all of the Weasleys wrapping them in love and helping shut out the comments of the rest of the Wizarding World. Draco had not seen a Daily Prophet in months and life was finally feeling right.
In his vows, Harry looked in to Dracos eyes and ignored their gathered friends, stating clearly ‘I recognize all of you and I love you’. On their wedding night, the pair moved into the finally completed number 12 Grimmauld place. Curse breakers from the ministry, interior designers who completed the Madame Maxine residency for home decor and a slew of Weasleys got that place into better shape than ever before. When they got to the door, Harry picked up Draco instead of grabbing his hand like he usually did. It felt right. Neither of them noticed the silenced portraits or new wallpaper.
That night felt different. Draco and Harry knew that it was possible that their bodies may change to allow an heir to their families, but they imagined they would need potions or surgery or special spells. When they came upstairs and began exchanging kisses and nips, Draco felt a change in his body. Nothing hurt, but there was a certain ache between his legs he was not used to. Due to the exquisite kiss from his partner, Draco quickly moved past this feeling, keenly aware that his new HUSBAND was standing there, eyes blazing. The two began peeling off their clothes between quick nips and pecks. Draco removed his shirt and pulled Harry towards him, nipping his lower lip and bending to lick his partner's chest in the way he loved. Harry moved his pants and put his hand down to feel his partner growing, eager to feel the way Draco's body reacted to him. When his hand made contact with Draco, he stopped.
‘Bloody hell’ said Harry ‘We gotta get those pants off and see what going on’.
Draco was confused, but also not one to deny his partner's specific orders in the bedroom, and stripped off his pants and briefs. He stopped when he noticed he was dripping wet from a slit directly beneath his cock.
‘Bloody hell is right’ muttered Draco.
Draco thought that Harry was excited before, but something broke loose at the sight of Draco standing before him, He dropped to his knees and pulled Draco towards him, lapping at his partner's slit. Draco giggled. He actually giggled.
‘If you’re giggling, I'm clearly not doing this right’ Moaned Harry, grabbing Draco’s dick in his hand. Draco did not giggle anymore as Harry alternated licking his slit and his cock. Harry switched tactics, taking his thumb and rubbing small circles around Draco's slit. This new sensation was too much and Draco’s knees gave out, leaving him on the floor and prone. Harry took full advantage of his partner's position and removed his own trousers and briefs. Draco tried to reach out, to return the pleasure, but Harry would have none of it.
‘Tonight is about you, my love’ growled Harry. Draco did not argue.
Before he knew it, Harry was poised at his entrance and Draco was on all fours, leaning down on his forearms to allow his partner better access. Harry slowly inserted his thumb into Draco’s ass and took his cock in hand again. ‘Please’ Draco whimpered.
Harry smirked as he took his cock and slid it into Draco's slit. While they had fucked many times before, this new anatomy opened a whole new world for the pair and they were both quickly spent. Harry knew it was good, but he was not ready for the way Harry's cock responded to him by swelling up and filling him so completely. The pair were a little confused when it did not slide right out, but they were in too much bliss to question it.
‘Bloody hell’ they both sighed in ecstasy as they curled up together, Harry firmly inserted in Draco and drifted off to sleep.
In the coming months, Draco was shocked to find that his body was changing in other ways as well. He figured it was time he see a healer about starting drafts or spells or whatever so he and Harry could fall pregnant. When the pair arrived in St. Mungos to meet with a fertility healer, they were more than shocked to find that Draco was already with child. Harry could not get him home quickly enough to ‘examine him more thoroughly’. And bloody hell did he ever. With his eyes, fingers, tongue and cock, Draco was positive that was the most thorough examination of his life.
One Saturday near the end of his pregnancy, Draco sat up and announced that he would be quitting his job to stay home and live the quiet life he always dreamed of and that Harry would continue to save the world in his stead. Being an auror was not for Draco, but Harry and the baby were more than he ever dreamed of. Harry was happy to see his confident Draco back and so ready for him to take charge of their lives. They moved to the country and Draco had the baby at home. Harry spent the days out giving interviews, arresting criminals and avenging the deaths of family and friends and the evenings and every moment possible at home with his family. Draco made life so good at home, managing everyone and arranging everything. No one was surprised when Draco fell pregnant again the next year--they were on track to have more babies than the Weasleys and life was so good.