Unexpected - Chapter 20: Old Wounds
Title: Unexpected
Authors: slashpervert and aveeno_baby.

Betas: brknhalo241, asm614, Mini Mouse, and Indie.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: ADULT!
Genre: Fluff, Smut, Hurt/Comfort
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Length: 94,000 words (40 Chapters)
Warnings (Mark to Read): Language, Explicit, M/M Sex, Masturbation, Oral, Rimming, Anal, Mpreg, and mental health issues such as anxiety attacks. (Characters in this fiction are over 18.)

Summary: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy have lived together for four years in their country house surrounded by a magical menagerie of unwanted animals Harry rescues. Yet, Harry wants more. He dreams of a family that includes children.

Notes: Post-war, AU after HBP, not DH compliant. Sequel to Undesirable, though can be read separately. Whereas, Undesirable was very dark, this one is very fluffy with some angst. Thanks to corvusdea for help with Latin for spells. Icon adapted by slashpervert from Passion by dirty_darella.
Disclaimer: This is a non-commercial work of fan fiction intended for adult audiences only. No copyright infringement intended. (Full Disclaimer!)

Chapter Number/Total: 20/40
Chapter Title: Old Wounds
Words: 2050 Words



Draco took Harry's arm and led him to the Leaky Cauldron. It was the worst time of day to go, of course. People were just getting off work from the Ministry and the like, so the place was filling up. Draco managed to snag a table, which was good, since he would have hexed someone to get it.

Harry leant against Draco with a small sigh, his eyes closing. He really hoped no one noticed him.

Tom was busy behind the bar, but a young woman who looked familiar to Draco was serving. She smiled at the two of them when she stopped by their table. "What can I get you?" she asked politely.

"Butterbeer, please," Harry said, not opening his eyes just yet. He hoped he could drink that, since he hadn't had it since he got pregnant. He didn't want to add it to his list of once favourite foods.

"Cider," Draco said.

"Cider and Butterbeer," she said. "You all right, Harry?"

Harry blinked open his eyes, nodding when he saw that it was Hannah Abbott. "I'm okay, Hannah," he murmured, while feeling the exact opposite of that.

Draco nodded in recognition of the name now, but had to control himself not to roll his eyes at his lover's assertion. Abbot went off to get their drinks and Draco slid his arm around Harry's waist. Most of the wizarding world knew about them. It had caused quite a bit of fuss when it had come out in the papers. And there would always be people who didn't agree, either because they were two men or because of the Malfoy family reputation. Luckily, few knew the details of how they had got together.

"The day had been so good," Harry muttered, turning to kiss Draco's cheek. "I'm sorry ...."

Draco ignored the stares that the kiss brought, nuzzling Harry's hair in return. "Not your fault," he whispered. "They were bullies. It must have struck a memory for you."

"That one ... he looked like ... like one of them," Harry said quietly, not even wanting to think of the name to say it. He had just barely taken a few steps back from the abyss and didn't want to risk getting so close again without time to recover.

Draco nodded. Harry was referring to the Death Eaters who had tortured, raped and humiliated him for more than a year. Draco couldn't help but try to picture which of his father's old associates the teenager had seemed like. He continued to pet Harry. "I can see that," he said. "And I think you did better this time than last. If it weren't for what's happening with ... your stomach, it would have gone even smoother."

"I think it was more that I got embarrassed for freaking out like that," Harry admitted, sighing.

"I know," Draco answered and then paused while Hannah brought their drinks.

"Tom says it's on the house, Harry," she smiled.

"Tell him we said thank you," Harry said with a small smile, reaching to pick up the glass.

Draco sighed in relief. Sometimes Harry got upset over people thanking him, but today, at least, he seemed willing to accept the drinks.

Harry took a small sip of the Butterbeer and sighed, feeling the warmth throughout his system. And he wasn't getting sick from it at all.

The pub was full now, the bar two and three people deep, every table filled and lots of noise. Draco sipped his cider and watched.

"Malfoy!" someone barked. "How dare you show your fuckin' Death Eater face in public!"

Draco turned, looking over his shoulder at the man standing behind Harry. It was Seamus Finnegan, Harry's old housemate ... and he was quite obviously drunk. His wand was pointed at Draco.

Not again, Harry thought as he looked over his shoulder as well, frowning when he saw just who it was. He reached for his own wand, to back Draco up, because he knew he'd need it. Too many people seemed to find Draco to blame for everything done in the war, despite the fact that Draco had been hiding in France during most of it.

Draco did not stand. The other man's wand was pointed directly into his face. Draco knew better than to argue that he wasn't a Death Eater. No one believed him anyway. Instead, he carefully slid his hand into his jacket, not moving quickly because he didn't want to set Seamus off.

"You should be rotting with your father," Seamus sneered, wand point shaking. "Your murdering bastard of a father killed my family."

“Seamus, stop it," Harry said, knowing that he probably couldn't negotiate with his drunk friend, but he could try.

Seamus didn't even seem to recognise Harry. His wand pressed forward into Draco's neck, while the blond slipped his wand out of his jacket. "My father was a murderer," he agreed with Seamus. "I am not."

Harry just couldn't sit there and watch this happen. He moved to get up, pushing between Seamus and Draco. "I said stop it. You're making a fool of yourself, you know," he said, having had enough. He already wasn't feeling good, but to add this to the mix – it was turning into a very bad day.

"Harry?" Seamus asked, looking confused. "He murdered my mother!"

"He didn't murder your mother. His father did, yes, but Draco is not his father," Harry insisted, reaching to lower Seamus' wand.

Seamus resisted at first, looking between them and then allowing Harry to push his hand down. "Harry, don't you remember what he was like?" Seamus looked like he would cry.

"Yes, as much as I don't want to," Harry murmured, "But we have to move on, you know? Remember the good times ...."

"But Harry, they killed her, worse than killed her," Seamus insisted, beginning to shake.

"I know, I know," Harry said, trying his best not to think about it too much, because he knew better than anyone what Seamus’ mother must have gone through. He reached to rest his hands on Seamus' shoulders, realising that the entire pub had gone mostly quiet. Harry didn't look at anyone else, because he knew they were staring. "Lashing out like this won't help anything."

Harry could see tears shining unshed in his old housemate's eyes. "I want them all to suffer," Seamus admitted.

"I know," Harry whispered, wishing there was some way he could help him feel better. "I know how you feel."

Anger flared in his friends eyes again and he grimaced. "If you did, you couldn't be with this evil son of a bitch!" he declared, wand pointing at Draco again.

"I told you to put that down," Harry said, snatching the wand away from him. It seemed that there was no point in trying to reason, especially not when Seamus was like this. "Draco, let's go, please."

Draco got to his feet slowly, trying not to provoke the drunk enraged Gryffindor. "Yes," he agreed.

Harry knew he couldn't leave with Seamus’ wand, so he walked around to Tom who stood watching from behind the bar. "Here," he told him, giving the man a small smile before he went back to Draco and took his hand, not even looking back at Seamus as he started to walk to the Floo point.

Draco didn't take his eyes off Seamus, carefully watching him as he headed back toward the fireplace. He nodded to Harry to go through, his own wand still ready in case Seamus or someone else tried something.

Harry stepped to the Floo first even though he didn't want to leave Draco alone for very long.

"Dirty Death Eater," Seamus sneered at him. Most of the room was watching but not interfering.

Harry ignored him and took the Floo powder out of its pot, throwing it into the fire as he said, “The Nest” and their address.

Draco saw one of Seamus' friends begin to raise their wand, but Hannah laid her hand on the man's arm. "No," she insisted. Relieved, Draco threw the Floo powder and followed his lover back to their home.

Harry was waiting for him. "I'm so sorry," he said quietly.

"Are you all right?" Draco asked, pocketing his wand and dusting off the ash.

Harry nodded, but he was exhausted. "I just want to go to bed now. Today was a lot more stressful than I thought it would be."

Draco reached for him then, pulling Harry against his own body and petting the back of his head. "You were amazing," he whispered. "And yes, I think you should rest."

They heard the sound of the pet door flap and then Wags and Snuffles came bounding into the room, rubbing against their legs and barking.

"All right," Harry said in agreement, resting his head against Draco's chest. He looked at the animals, but didn't reach to pet them just yet.

"You lie down. I will feed the animals and make dinner," Draco assured him.

Harry nodded and kissed Draco softly, turning to walk up the stairs and into their room. He undressed and crawled into bed, cupping his stomach with one hand as he pulled his pillow close.

Draco did as he promised, feeding all the animals, even Lily, and then making dinner, which he brought on a tray to their room. "Here you are," he said. "I bet you're hungry."

Harry was tired, but he still couldn't sleep. He turned over when Draco came back into the room, smiling a little. "I am, actually," he said, moving to sit up.

Draco put the bed tray in place and then settled onto the bed beside Harry, noticing that Puck had curled up at his lover's feet.

Harry reached for his plate and started to eat, looking over at Draco after a while. "I wish I could change people's minds about you," he murmured.

Draco didn't like it either, but he really didn't expect it to change. "It's more about my father than me," he said, taking a bite of his food.

"Still, it's not fair to you. Right now, I can't even describe how I feel about you," Harry said. "You're nice, caring, and just having to watch someone say those things about you ... it's not fair."

Draco reached his hand out, fingers caressing Harry's face. "After all that's happened to you and you still expect fair," he whispered, both amused and proud of that.

"It's how I am," Harry said, tilting his head a little. "Can't help that part."

"I know," Draco answered, smiling. Then he let his hand slide down the front of his lover until it came to rest on his belly. "How is she?"

"Okay. I think I was so cranky earlier because I didn't feel her moving much when we were outside," Harry said, looking down at his stomach. "Like she knew something was wrong."

"Smart girl. Must take after me," Draco teased, rubbing his lover.

"Probably," Harry laughed, resting his hand on top of Draco's. "Can you believe this?" He had to ask it at least three times a week, since he still thought he'd wake up one day and this would be all be some weird dream.

Draco tugged Harry's shirt up and bent to press a kiss to where he knew their daughter was. "Amazing," he answered.

Harry smiled, running his fingers through Draco's hair. "I really am getting fat, though," he murmured.

"Huge," Draco agreed with a smirk and his grey eyes sparkling. He nuzzled Harry's flesh.

"You're not supposed to agree with me," Harry huffed softly, rolling his eyes.

"She's going to get a lot bigger than this," Draco warned. "So eat all you can. You both need it." He gave another kiss and then sat back.

Harry was thinking about that. Because he’d always been kind of skinny, he could already see a small bump where she was, so he could only imagine how much bigger he'd get as the months went by. "I'm eating," he said, reaching for his fork when Draco sat back. "Eating all I can."

Draco went back to eating his own food, content to sit with his lover. It had been a stressful day and he was glad he hadn't let Harry go out alone.

[So much to deal with!]

Chapter 21





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