Years Later.

Chapter Five

Draco's four bedroom house was getting a touch over crowded. Draco and Harry of course shared Draco's bedroom now, Sarah and Rose shared a bedroom, Andy still had his room, Peter, George and little Freddy shared the once guest room and this last week Narcissa and Thomas kept to the couch. Draco didn't really mind if he was being honest. It kept him busy and in company, giving him little time to think about the past. Thinking about the past wasn't always a good thing for him, in fact, it never was because of the action he'd take once the thought became to much, another cut.

Draco was up early that Wednesday morning. Harry had just changed back, sleeping now in the bed. It was also the frist week of the month, so there was a mountain of paper Draco had to do for his work. The business his owned, so the man got dressed.
He grabbed his laptop bag and set up at the kitchen table, after starting a pot of coffee.

The smell of coffee always seemed to wake the Man sleeping on the pull out couch. Thomas got to his feet, slipping back on his socks before walking into the dinning area. You had to past it to get into the kitchen of Draco's house. "Bit early for you, isn't it?" Thomas asked the young man. Draco shrugged his shoulders. Conversation with this man wasn't coming easily. He only dealt with this man because he wouldn't loose his mother, not again.  Thomas pour himself a cup of coffee, putting the pot back on the fancy little warmer Draco had, before he grabbed the honey. "You don't like me, do you?" He asked the blond. Draco let out a sigh and put down in his pen, glacing over at the man. "I don't trust you. Nothing personally." Draco said. "How does that work, then? You own a business doesn't you?" He asked. "Not really your business, is it?" Draco asked. "Stop that." Peter said, with a fussy six month on his hip. "I-" Draco started to say. "No, go back to what it is you are working on." Peter said, as he put the infant in the highchair. Draco just turned back to his paperwork. "Pretty sure I told you to leave it be, Thomas." Peter said, grabbing the can of baby formula. Thomas just throw a hand up, before taking a drink of coffee. Peter fixed the baby a bottle before standing there shaking it to mix it. "Just don't understand the kid is all." Thomas said. "I'm not-" Draco started to bark. "Draco, shut it! God, why are you so pissy this morning?" Peter said, getting a huff. Draco just gathered his things and stormed up the staircase. "Draco isn't somebody you can even try and understand, Thomas. What you know is what he wants you to know. It's not like I've actually been told, in detail. Simply enough, to understand why his brain acts the way it does." Peter said, walking back over to Freddy. He handed the infant the bottle who locked his tiny hands around it, put the nipple in his mouth and relaxed into the highchair. He quickly started to drink. "Are you and his father, a thing?" Thomas asked, on Peter's way over to the coffee pot. "Wouldn't say a 'thing'. I've just slept together a couple times." Peter said. "So, a thing." Thomas said. "If you must label it, why does it matter? It's not like we are actually related." Peter said. "Your sister's husband is my half brother you know?" Thomas said and with a sigh. "Look, worry about Narcissa alright? The woman isn't mentally well either." Peter said, opening the refrigerator and grabbing the French Vanilla coffee creamer. "She's doing okay, but she's worried about him, Thomas. She...sees things or maybe picks up on it. Unlike him, she has used magic, just limits it." Thomas said as Thomas shut the refrigerator, he was finished with the creamer and sat it back on the shelf beside the other three Flavors of creamer. Peter let's out a sigh, turning back to face the older man. "There's nothing we can do, then. The self Harming seems to of stopped and the medication has been changed, again. Otherwise, nothing can be done. If she doesn't know, he doesn't want her to know." Peter said. "He's her kid." Thomas said, as Peter took a sip of coffee. "Yes, I'm aware. That doesn't mean a damn thing. He's 28 years old, Thomas. Leave him be." Peter said, turning to get breakfast started. Sarah and Andrew would wake soon to get ready for school.

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Several hours later, It was lunch time at the secondary school. It had been short notice, but with some magical help, Harry got started at the school to teach, had his own classroom teaching English/Writing classes. Harry was typing on his personal laptop when Draco knocked on the door. "Peter couldah wrote you a note." Draco said. "Rather be here. Rosey's in daycare and your mum doesn't make for much conversation." Harry said, shutting his laptop as Draco made the walk across the classroom. He stood beside the desk. "Thought you had Paperwork?" Harry chucked. "I've been staring at since four this morning! Past some of it off on a manager." Draco said, getting a light smile form Harry. "Why don't I have a look later? You may not have a full understanding, could lend to some confusion." Harry said. "I understand enough, Harry. It's Paperwork off the seasonal help I had. Most of them I let go, only keeping a couple. Lots of hate. I told them, it was seasonal. What do they think I mean by that?" Drac complain, getting a chuckle form Harry. "I'm amusing you." Draco frowned. Harry simply held his right hand out. Draco took his hand and Harry pulled him to set on his one good leg. Draco smiled lightly, turning his head to place a kiss on his lips. "You sure you're feeling okay?" Draco asked. "Headache, but otherwise I'm okay. I can't handle another change if I mustn't, love. It's exhausting." Harry said. "I know, I'm just trying to make it as easy as I can." Draco said as Harry brought his hand up to the blond's cheek. "I know, love. I'm alright. You really didn't have to drive all this way to check on me." Harry said. "Crouse I did!" Draco said, lending over for a kiss. Harry smiled, kissing the blond back.