I Spy (Drarry Fanfic)

Chapter 11

As Hermione hands Scorpio over to me, she asks "Where's Lucius?"

I give her a pleased smile "He's sitting with Draco. He hasn't woken up yet."

She nods, before asking "Is there a limit on who can be in there?"

I sigh and declare "Just say you're his family." She gives a short nod and lead her back.

When we walk into the room, I hear a meek "And Harry?"

Lucius looks up with a wide smile and points out "He thought you might want to meet someone."

Draco follows his gaze to me and smiles ever so slightly "That can't be who I think he might be."

I narrow my gaze at him as I smile "We'll, there's only three platinum blondes in our lives, and we know two are related. Given the fact that Hermione has only slept with three people in this room, only one of which is a platinum blonde."

Tears slip from his eyes as he asks "Can I hold him?"

I step forward to place Scorpio in Draco's frail and bandaged arms. He smiles down at him as I begin to examine how sickly he really is. He lays flat on his back, in his tall and skeletal frame. He's sickly pale, and appears severely malnourished. His eyes are sunken in and dark. His lips are chapped and cracked. A central line is in place along his clavicle, which is so defined it looks as if you could stack books along it.

I take in a deep breath as I take in the happiness in his face. I smile, weakly, as I tell him "Our son's name is Scorpio. He has three dads and a mum. He's three months old, born June 6th, the day after yours. I watch him during the day, and every Tuesday and Thursday night, and Hermione and Ron have him the rest of the time."

He furrows his brow and asks "Why aren't you at work?"

I give him a tired look and state "I stepped away, the day I thought you died in front of me. I couldn't take it."

He looks down at me and asks "You all thought me dead?"

They nod and I clear my throat "You're head hit the windshield, and then the truck ran over you. I thought you were so dead that we wouldn't even have a body." I look down and state "I stepped away, and drank until I didn't remember my own name half the time, and I could still see you dying in front of me. If I knew you were alive, I would have died trying to find you."

He gives me a soft smile, before kissing the top of Scorpio's sleeping head. He looks to Hermione and she picks him up as he asks "We need a moment of privacy?"

She nods and leads Ron out. As he looks at Lucius, he places a kiss on Draco's head and remarks "Ima take a trip to the cafeteria. I'll see if you can have jelly."

As he walks out, Draco looks at me and smiles warmly "I love you, Harry Potter."

I furrow my brow and he reminds "You carried me out of the dungeon I was held in for a year. Do you really think I would hold anything against you?"

I furrow my brow and look down at his feet "If I would've chased after you-" my voice is shaken as tears come to my eyes.

He interrupts "And gotten yourself killed in the process?"

I give him a confused look and he repeats with an even bigger smile, that looks like it's taking most of his energy "I love you, Harry Potter."

I give him a weak smile as the tears slide down my cheeks "I love you, Draco." I look him over and state "And I just want to hold you."

He holds his hand out to me and I move to the side of the bed to take it. As I lean in for a kiss, I massage his boney arm, gently. His cracked lips make me feel at home, before I back up to sit in Lucius's chair and place my lips to his hand.

And for a long while, we sit there, staring at each other lovingly.

He finally breaks the silence when he asks "Do you plan on going back to the agency?"

I give a tired smile, before declaring "I don't know."

He gives a weak smile and sighs "Well, father wants to retire and take care of me. He told me he got rid of my flat."

I furrow my brow and declare "The manor is full of stairs."

He nods, before declaring "He wants to get it fixed with the stairlifts. Said he'd start calling around tomorrow."

I nod, before declaring "Or you could just move in with me." He gives a shocked look and I shrug "I had to get a new flat. It's a two bedroom, and no stairs."

He smiles at me weakly, before taking my hand in his and declaring "It would be an honor."

I smile at him, before furrowing my brow "Do you have to lay like that?"

He gives me a tired smile "My back needs to stay stabilized. I don't know how long I'll be like this, but I know it won't be long."

I give a confused look and he explains "My legs have had plenty of time to atrophy. If there's any hope of me walking again, they need to get my hips moving soon. They said my knees and feet are fine, but my hips-" he gives a sad smile "Between the sitting and the standing, and being tied up..." he takes in a deep breath "I might never be able to walk by myself, or at all."

I give a sad smile "We'll take it as it comes, and hold you no matter what."

He smiles "I thought about holding you the entire time. I thought I was a goner."

I hum, before kissing his hand "I missed you."

A tear streams down the side of his face and I furrow my brow "What's wrong, darling?"

He bats his eyes as more come flooding out. He shakes his head and tells me "I fear that I'm dreaming." I give a confused look and he states "This feels too good to be true. I feel like I'll wake up, back there, and find myself dying and hallucinating myself here, with you." His lip trembles as he tells me "I fear I'm going mad. Or maybe Zabini gave me some psychedelic drug. I don't know if this is real or not."

I give him a happy smile and declare "It's real, baby." I squeeze his hand, gently "I'm here. You're here. And, unless I drank myself into a coma, I know that you're safe, and alive, two feet in front of me." I lean forward and whisper in his ear the way that used to drive him crazy in bed "And, somehow, all I want to do is snog you as I hold you in my arms." As I pull back to look him in the eyes, he blushes. It's so unpigmented that he looks like a white sheet, with the slightest hint of rose water.

He takes a moment, before sighing "You can't hold me, just yet." He places his hands on my cheeks and smiles "But I've been waiting for a proper snog since you carried me out of that dungeon."

I hum, before remarking "Why don't we fix that?"

As we give a gentle snog to one another, I feel his lips curl up into a smile. When I pull back he smiles "Definitely here."

He weakly pulls me back down and I give him a proper snog.