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Draco and Harry were in the double garage, Draco was showing Harry the bike he had purchased for Harry's birthday.
"Don't expect me to help – I'm not getting all mucky. You and the boys can restore it together." Kissing Harry – grabbing his bum at the same time, "I'd like to see you all sweaty, with oil smeared on your face and wearing a leather jacket." He admitted, bending he kissed Harry's neck, pulling Harry closer to him.
Harry responded by putting his hands under Draco's top and running them up and down his back. He then pushed his hands under Draco's trousers and gripped his bum over his boxers. "So now the weird fetishes come to light – leather?" Tilting his head to give Draco better access to his neck.
Draco smiled against his neck, "Not the way you are thinking of it, but I'm sure you would look very sexy in a bikers jacket." He kissed behind his ear, "Maybe we should christen the garage, one of the few rooms we haven't yet?" He nudged Harry's legs apart with his knee and filled the gap with his own leg. Moving it, so it rubbed against Harry's growing erection, the friction of clothes against his penis felt great.
"W-what a-about the boys?" Harry managed to stutter, in between Draco's seductive kisses.
Draco was too far gone to really care, "They are playing, and they know they are not allowed in the garage – unless they ask us first. Too many dangerous tools and things. If we are quick I'm sure they won't miss us." He gave his reasons, pleading - besides they could lock the door with magic.
Harry knew he wouldn't say no – Draco had driven crazy with his kisses and groping. Harry pushed Draco against the nearest wall, his hands going straight for Draco's flies – fumbling as he was trying to undo them. Draco laughed and pushed Harry's hands away, reaching down and doing it himself. Once free from his clothes Draco took hold of his cock and stimulated his head with one hand and with the other, he massaged his balls.
"Fuck Draco I can never resist the sight of you pleasuring yourself" With that Harry walked over to the nearby weight bench, led on it so that his head was near the edge, he tipped his head back. Harry had read about 'deep throating' and had discovered he had a good gag reflex and wanted to try and deep throat Draco.
He read that the position he was in, would put his mouth and throat nearly in a line and would allow Draco to approach in such a way that insertion of his penis can be made so deeply that his pubic hair pressed against his lips.
"Draco, I want to try deep throating." Harry said looking up at Draco, Draco seductively smirked – he wasn't going to say no.
Draco approached Harry's head and he was at the correct level to try this. Draco slowly began to put his penis down Harry's throat, Harry had his tongue out of his mouth and was trying to keep it flat and to stay relaxed. Harry widened his mouth just before Draco reached the top of his throat, he was past the gag reflex and Draco held his cock still, so they could find the most comfortable way to proceed.
Harry found being in this position he was unable to move or to offer Draco any greater stimulation than simply keeping his mouth tightly closed around his penis. Harry was putting a lot of trust in Draco, deep throating meant he relinquished his control of the situation to Draco.
Draco was is in full control. It was up to him to initiate and maintain all the motion and Harry knew Draco would love that he was in control.
Draco was fully inside Harry's throat and mouth, just as the book said, he could feel Draco's pubic hair against his lips. Draco began an in and out movement that was just like fucking. He started slowly, he was careful, making sure he kept the motion in the same direction against Harry's lips.
Draco began moaning and was holding Harry's head in his hands, as he moved in and out – fucking Harry's mouth. Soon Draco was fully aroused and the sensation of deep throating Harry had caused him to climax early – because Draco's penis was beyond Harry's gag reflex, when he came it shot directly into his stomach. Harry didn't need to worry about swallowing.
"Fuck Harry." Draco cried out as he came deep in Harry's throat. Draco pulled out slowly and Harry sat up, swallowing and getting saliva around his mouth.
Draco captured his lips in a heated kiss, "That was brilliant – I know this sounds weird but I'm proud of you, I wouldn't be able to do that. I wouldn't be able to control my gag reflex." He cast a cleaning spell and got dressed as he spoke.
Harry smiled, "Practice Draco – no don't ask, but I'm glad I did it." His throat felt a little sore. Harry stood and kissed Draco lovingly and Draco thrust his hand down Harry's trousers and stroked him to climax as he deepened their kiss.
The next day they were at Ron and Hermione's for dinner and they were discussing Harry's new motorbike. Hermione frowned, "Are you ill Harry, your voice sounds croaky, do you have a sore throat?
Harry blushed, "Um yeah something like that, I'm sure it will be fine in a few days."
Draco laughed and added, "He's had something to soothe his throat." Draco was referring to his come. Harry punched him in the arm and grinned at him.
The boys and Rose and Hugo were playing hide and seek in the garden. Harry had to laugh at Scorpius, he had taken a beanie hat with him, when Harry asked what it was for, he replied, "So when I play hide and seek I can put it on, it will hide my unique hair and hopefully I won't be as easy to find." He looked very pleased with himself.
A few other Weasleys and various partners and children were also there and they had a lovely evening. Draco was in the corner at one point, whispering with George – both had smirks that Harry did not like the look of.
He turned to Hermione – "Whatever those two are plotting it better not involve me." His voice still croaky.
She looked over and laughed, "I think they are planning something to do with Ron, they keep looking in Ron's direction." She shook her head.
"It's nice that Draco has fitted in with everyone and that everyone has given him a real chance." Harry was very pleased and thankful for such wonderful friends and family.
Hermione smiled and honestly told Harry that it was because Draco was actually a good person and who wouldn't want to be his friend – he was an all-around good friend to have.
"He's funny, intelligent, caring and he has a way of charming everyone to feel at ease around him." She summarised. Looking at Harry she suddenly hugged him, "I can see how much he loves you Harry – I think it's great you found each other." After that, she went off to call the children in for dessert.
Harry glanced back over to Draco and rolled his eyes. George and Draco must have dared Ron to eat a pot of pepper, both were egging him on and laughing. Ron looked determined and was trying not to gag and be sick. It was good that Draco and George had bonded, but poor Ron was gullible enough to rise to their challenges. Most adults would just say no – not Ron.
Harry walked over and stood behind Draco – wrapping his arms around his waist, "Who came up with this one?" He asked.
Draco tilted his head back and briefly kissed Harry, "Not me this time – it was Georges idea. I reckon he's going to do it. But Ron hasn't realised there is no point in doing our dares/bets, he doesn't get anything if he wins. At least George and I get entertained no matter the outcome." He laughed as Ron finished the pepper and licked his fingers for effect.
"Well done Ron, that's 6-4, you've still lost more bets then won." George declared, whilst proudly patting his brother on the back. Ron did a victory dance and then downed some beer – to wash the pepper taste away.
Once dessert was eaten and kids were half asleep, they left. After putting the boys to bed, Draco Unexpectantly grabbed Harry into a fierce hug, "My life is full of happiness because of you – thank you." Kissed him gently, keeping his eyes open as he did so.
The next few months passed quickly and Harry enjoyed working on his bike, being with the boys, Draco and his friends. Scorpius and Al had a joint birthday party and they hired the roller skating rink. All adults and kids attended and Harry had a great time – seeing Molly and Arthur, skating was hilarious.
Since that initial visit with his Grandparents, Scorpius visited them every Sunday – some days Draco would go too, but now Draco knew they weren't trying to brainwash Scorpius, he would drop Scorpius off and leave.
Scorpius was very attached to Narcissa and had a stable but wary relationship with Lucius. Of course, they knew the truth now, coming out at their reunion had resulted in it being spread across the papers.
Draco had come home seething, after seeing them for the first time, once they had come out. He wouldn't tell Harry what Lucius had said, but Harry didn't need a great imagination to know, it was most likely nasty and hurtful.
However, any issues between Draco and his parents were kept between them – Scorpius was not dragged into it.
It was a few months after Scorpius' seventh birthday and Harry and Draco were relaxing in the adult's living room, the boys were helping George redecorate the joke shop. An owl swooped in and landed on Draco's leg, he removed the message and it immediately took flight. Unfurling the message, Draco's face drained of colour.
Harry wrapped an arm around his back and started rubbing it soothingly, "What is it, love?" Harry tried to sound calm and not panic – as Draco's hands began shaking and he was muttering, too low to hear.
"Draco love, what is it?" He tried again. Draco handed the message to Harry.
It was from Lucius, it read:
Draco,
I am writing to update you on your mother's condition, healer Ashford confirmed that your mother's health has deteriorated fast and she is likely to pass away soon.
I understand if you do not want to, but she has requested to see you and Scorpius to say her goodbyes.
Your mother needs you Draco.
Yours Sincerely
Your Father
Draco had stood and was pacing, Harry also stood and embraced him. Draco clung to the front of Harry's shirt and buried his face against Harry's neck. Harry was rubbing his back and saying soothing things softly in his ear.
"Draco love, I'm here for you. Just let it out – I know this must be a lot to take in, it's very sudden." Draco pulled back and his eyes looked just like Scorpius' did the day Harry found him – grey eyes full of unshed tears and screaming sadness and vulnerability.
"How am I going to break this to Scorpius and he will have to go see her." He looked distraught, more for Scorpius then for himself.
Draco and Harry would always discuss their feelings and be honest with each other – it was the best way to help one another. Draco had confessed to Harry, that when he first found out his mother was terminally ill he was anxious. He felt guilty, resentful, and even angry. Harry had listened and they talked it through, Harry had told Draco that some of his feelings probably stemmed from being alienated from his parents and that their relationship was strained at best – that's why he felt guilty. Not having spent time with his mother.
The reality of Narcissa impending death gave Draco cause to think and over the months of visiting his parents with Scorpius, Draco had decided to put his longstanding complaints and grudges on hold, to pull together for his mothers and Scorpius' sakes.
However after they came out to the public and Draco's visits to his parents continued, Draco's thoughts and feelings about his relationship with his parents could no longer remain on the back burner, he could no longer suppress them and his true feelings begin to leak out. Draco was confused and had mixed feelings about how to handle the situation.
He couldn't forget his childhood and their past but he didn't want to end his relationship with his mother on a bad note.
Recently, since his mother's health gradually worsened they would spend their visits reminiscing. Lucius, Narcissa and Draco shared memories—both good and bad—of past experiences. This often pointed to unresolved issues. As some of the memories evoked feelings of joy or nostalgia; others, however, caused Draco to feel anger, shame and embarrassment.
Talking his feeling over with Harry, made Draco realise, he had an opportunity if he chooses to seize it. He could use this opportunity to resolve longstanding issues, heal wounds, and redefine his role in the family. Draco had a chance to bring out the skeletons in the family closet, expose them to the light of the day, and cast them forever into oblivion. But the question was, was he ready to lay old grudges and hurtful feeling to rest. He thought he could for his mother, she wasn't as bad as his father. But to forgive his father was too much to ask of him. He decided to resolve his issues with his mother and attempt to resolve some with his father – so they could continue to have a polite relationship for Scorpius' sake.
So here he was, his mother due to die shortly and a decision to forgive and forget – even if it was a little late.
"Harry I want to say goodbye to her and I think even though it will be hard for Scorpius he will too."
Harry nodded and hugged Draco closer. "I'll support you whatever you decide, my love." He kissed Draco on the side of his mouth to show affection.
When the boys returned Draco explained to Scorpius that his grandmother's health had worsened and that they would have to say goodbye to her tomorrow. Draco had returned to the livening room, eyes red from crying.
"It's so hard to explain to him, he doesn't understand why she has to die and he was hysterical when I told him he would have to say goodbye tomorrow." Draco walked into Harry's waiting arms and they held each other, thankful to have good health and a long future together.
The next day Harry gave Draco a reassuring hug and kiss, "Good luck baby, just say what feels right. You don't want to regret not saying something when you had the chance. I will be here when you both return. I love you." He then kissed him one more time and gave Scorpius a quick hug.
Draco stepped out of the fireplace and was greeted by his father and not a house elf.
"Draco, Scorpius. I'm pleased you have come, the healer said it's a matter of days. She wishes to speak to you alone Draco, I will watch Scorpius." With that Lucius led Scorpius to the family hall of portraits – pointing out Scorpius' relatives and telling him about them.
A house elf appeared and told Draco that his mother was in her room on the south side of the manor. He thanked the elf and with a heavy heart climbed the stairs to her room.
His mother was propped up in bed, in her nightgown and hair hanging loose. Draco smiled, he always liked it when his mother wore her hair down, it made her seem more human – caring and open.
She smiled weakly at Draco and held out her hand, he took her hand and sat in the chair beside her bed.
"Draco darling thank you for coming to see me. I didn't want to die without saying a few things." Draco bowed his head, already tearing up at the sheer sadness in his mother's tone.
She rubbed his hand, she was dying, yet she was comforting him. "Draco I'm ashamed at how we raised you but know this – we love you, we always have and always will. I know we had a funny way of showing it and we didn't always do right by you – but I always loved you." She reached out with her other hand and tucked a stray strand of hair behind Draco's ear.
He looked up at her, "I have many feelings and emotions that are connected to my upbringing, my childhood and the both of you, but mother I know you love me and I love you too, I never stopped loving you." He stood and hugged her loosely.
Yes he loved his mother, his father he wasn't sure about – but his mother he always loved and that was why it hurt more.
He sat back down and took hold of her hand again.
"I'm sorry for everything Draco – it causes me great pain and distress, I feel remorse for how your life turned out." She didn't mention Voldemort but it was obvious. She had begun to cry, he rarely saw his mother cry and it broke his heart.
"You made me the person I am today – all the good and bad, it has caused me to become a better person, to be stronger and to adapt for the better." He remembered what Harry said to him all that time ago and he realised that Harry was right, his experiences have made him a better person and in a fucked up way he had his parents to thank for it.
"I don't hate you mother and I forgive you for everything, for standing by while father physically and mentally abused me, while Voldemort tortured me, for every bad thing – I forgive you." She burst into tears and was sobbing for some time.
Draco hugged her again, "Do you want to see Scorpius now?" She dried her eyes and nodded.
Draco found his son waiting just outside his mother's room, "Son this will be difficult but you must stay strong for your grandmother, she wants to see you and say goodbye – do that for her." He crouched down, kissed and hugged his son and then entered his mother's room for the second time.
Scorpius smiled at his grandmother, "You look very beautiful with your hair down, it suits you." Scorpius remarked.
She smiled at him and patted the bed. Scorpius climbed on her bed and hugged her, she hugged him firmly for a long time. Then Scorpius pulled back and sat on his heels.
His mother held Scorpius' hand the whole time, "I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you when you were growing up – but you make me very proud. I love you dearly Scorpius and I hope you will always remember me." She kissed his forehead.
He had started to cry and Draco had to use all of his willpower to remain strong. "I don't want you to go, grandmother, don't make me say goodbye." He sobbed.
She was crying too, tears rolling down her cheeks, "This isn't goodbye darling. Goodbyes are not forever. Goodbyes are not the end. They simply mean, I'll miss you until we meet again..." she pulled him into a hug and they silently embraced each other. Draco stood and hugged both his mother and Scorpius at the same time.
The healer came in and said that his mother was due some medication and that she should rest. Draco and Scorpius hugged her one more time and Draco kissed her cheek, "Be at peace mother, remember I forgive you and I love you." She smiled and kissed his forehead.
Draco dragged himself away, he knew that this would be the last time he saw his mother – and it hurt like hell.
Draco flooed home and hugged Scorpius and then they had dinner and went about their routine as much as normal, Draco said goodnight to the boys and then went in search of Harry. The moment he was in his arms he broke down and cried – he cried for many reasons. Relief for forgiving his mother, sorrow at not spending more time with her, guilt and emptiness. He cried at the pain he felt and the hole that his mother had left.
Harry had convinced Draco to have a relaxing bath and try and calm down. Then he joined Harry in bed and Harry held him close, stroking his hair and whispering 'I Love Yous' until Draco fell asleep.
The next day Draco received an owl from his father, it simply said that his mother passed away in her sleep last night. Draco was angry that his father couldn't even tell him to his face – but he was glad she passed in her sleep. His father had also stated that he was organising the funeral and he would write with the time once he knew when it would be.
Draco pulled Scorpius to one side and told him that his grandmother was no longer with them and that she died knowing that Scorpius loved her. Scorpius had cried and Harry dealt with him as it was too much for Draco to cope with.
A few days later they attended Narcissa funeral, Harry attended with Draco and Scorpius. James and Al stayed with Hermione and Ron. Harry went to support Draco as he knew he would need someone.
The service was lovely and the speeches were beautiful, Harry was pleased to note that Lucius wasn't as cold-hearted as he thought – he had invited Narcissa's sister, Andromeda.
After the service they returned to Malfoy Manor and Narcissa was laid to rest at the family mausoleum. They stayed for the wake and Harry spoke to Andromeda and Draco, avoiding any other attendees.
By the time they returned home, they were exhausted – emotionally and physically. Scorpius went straight to his room and when Draco went to get him to come out, he refused. Draco and Harry tried but he would not come out.
An hour later Hermione, Ron and the kids came over, dropping James and Al back. Al tried to speak to Scorpius but he still remained behind his bedroom door.
Rose stood tall, "I will talk to him Draco, I promise you I will not give up until he opens that door." With that, she set off with a determined look on her face. Harry smiled and told Hermione that she looked a lot she did at that moment. Hours passed and Rose remained, sat cross-legged outside Scorpius' room.
Draco was starting to fret, "Draco love, just give it another half an hour, if he still hasn't come out – then we use magic to get in." Harry reassured him.
Ten minutes later Rose walks into the kitchen holding Scorpius' hand. She looked happy, "Told you I would help him." Then she skipped out into the garden, Scorpius in tow – gripping onto her hand.
Draco felt blessed, he may have lost his mother, but he had a lot to be thankful for. He had Harry, great friends in Ron and Hermione, he has reconnected with Blaise and most of all he had the boys.
He hugged Harry, "I love you Harry – my life began with you." He kissed him, slowly, lovingly and it was full of a promise to love him always.