Raising Narcissa Lily Malfoy

Chapter Six

Draco felt the hand on his back. "Draco...Stop crying. I...shouldn't have said that." Harry said, before Draco pulled his head up. "But...It was...true. It was my fault!" Draco cried. "No, it wasn't. I should have brought you with me!" Harry said. "It wasn't your fault, either!" Draco cried and Harry let out a huff. "Draco, please stop this...I have work in the morning...I need you to take a bath and get to bed." Harry said, and after a moment picked Draco up out of the chair who went Quiet again as Harry got him settled in the bathwater. "I'll come wash you after I put up the left overs, just rest in the water." Harry said. "I think I can wash myself, Potter." Draco mumbled. "Fine. 20 minutes. I'll get you out then." Harry said, walking out of the bathroom leaving the door slightly opened.
It took Harry only ten minutes to push back open the door, when he heard something be thrown at the wall in the bathroom. Harry just gathered a couple of things and a cup. He slowly washed Draco's hair, before letting out most off the bathwater before washing him the rest of the way, head to toe, and was very careful around the very bright red spot on his lower back. Once the soap and shampoo was completely off, Harry let the reminder of the Bath water out.

Draco was sat on the bed in a bathroom. "Winter or summer?" Harry asked at the dresser. "Doesn't matter." Draco mumbled. "What do you want to wear to bed, Draco?" Harry asked. "I don't bloody care! Just whatever!" Draco cried and Harry let out a sigh. "Draco...please stop crying." Harry said. "I can't even wash myself! What the hell good am I?" Draco cried, getting his head pull up. "Shut up, Draco. You won't listen to me right now even if I told you." Harry said. "Neither are you! It's my fault!" Draco cried. "Stop it, Draco! I have you in a new fucking world and left you in the house by yourself, when I should have took you with me! Because of your upbringing you know nothing of this world and I left you alone, so yes it is my fault! Nothing on this earth is going to convince me otherwise! Once your back heal somewhat, you'll be able to move your upper body in ways you'll be able to wash yourself and pretty much take care of yourself. However your back is still red and swollen limiting the already limited movement you have." Harry said and after a moment Draco just nodded. "Winter...I'm...pretty cold." Draco admitted, so Harry could get him dressed.

Draco watched Harry set the alarm on the clock, of course he didn't know what the clock was, before Harry started to change himself. "What...did you do to that object?" Draco asked, now sitting up against the headboard of the bed, with his lap full of his cat. "I set the clock to wake us up at half after five." Harry said. "You said you had to be there at eight." Draco said. "Yes, but I have to get you ready for the day, make breakfast and lunch. Then you also need to choice if you want a bath before I leave, or wait until Sunday morning, so mornings is when you'll have to take them so I'm here." Harry said. "I can make a sandwich Harry..." Draco mumbled. "You need more then a-" Harry started. "No, I don't want it cold either, Harry. Please!" Draco fussed. "Alright...Alright. As long as you have a fruit with your sandwich, and milk." Harry said. "Why milk?" Draco asked. "Because I want you to have milk with your lunch." Harry said. "That dark milk? I...really liked it." Draco admitted. "I'll make you some before I go then." Harry smiled lightly, before fully changing and climbing into the bed.

"I'm sorry...I got frustrated, Draco." Harry said, but felt the light kiss on his check. "I'm...Not making it easy on you...But please...I don't want her coming tomorrow." Draco whispered. "She won't stay...But I want her to come check on you midway through my shift. Have a cup of tea with her...and if you need something, tell her, and then she'll go." Harry said. "Harry..." Draco whined. "Draco, please. I have to leave by seven-twenty and won't by back till nearly six, if not later. That's over ten hours." Harry said and after a sigh. "Do I have to have tea with her?" Draco whined. "Yes, you do, it won't take very long." Harry said and after another sigh. "Very...well, Harry." Draco mumbled.
Harry got Draco comfortable laid down, before putting his glasses on the end table and turning off the lamp. "Are...You still mad at me?" Draco whispered. "I wasn't mad, Draco. I'm sorry if I made you feel such a way." Harry said. "Then...Why...are you over there?" Draco mumbled, feeling the kiss on his cheek. "I don't want to put any added pressure on your back is all." Harry said. "I feel fine...But...I want you." Draco mumbled. "Alright." Harry replied.

Draco laid asleep. His head turned and buried the best he could into Harry's chest, as his head laid on Harry's arm. Harry leg resting on Draco's leg, and his free hand locked on Draco's waist when Harry let himself go to sleep, as the cat laid asleep on Draco's chest. Harry wasn't sure what was going to happen. Draco could be permanently paralyzed going through with this pregnancy, but loosing their child wasn't an option, not at all. He wasn't sure what kind of future they would have together if Draco never walked again. How was he really suppose to work, take care of the house, take care of Draco and a baby?