Fatherhood | drarry teen adoptive parents au

fifteen | commitment

Harry told Draco of the oath he'd sworn as they wandered back to bed, the oath that would near enough cement his future as a teen father, and was surprised by the calm acceptance of the other boy.

"I guess this means we'd better step up to the mark, then," Draco had told him sleepily. "Take responsibility for our promises."

"We?" Harry double checked.

"Absolutely. When have I ever left you on your own when you needed me?"

Harry felt a warm glow of utter happiness seep out from his veins, covering his skin and Draco's too, and everything they touched. "We're going to be parents," he sighed happily, and Draco squeezed his hand.

"Yes, we are, sleepy head," he replied. "Now let's get some rest, and then when we wake up we can have presents!"

Harry, already half asleep, nodded and folded into bed after Draco. They didn't even bother to remove their robes before they were fast asleep once more.

***

The next awakening on that particular Christmas morning was far more pleasant than the previous one, and consisted of Harry leaping onto the shared bed to cry out "He's been!" and brandishing a small armful of presents at Draco.

Draco didn't bother to ask who exactly had "been" (he assumed it was some Muggle expression) but observed his boyfriend with a soft smile.

Harry was so excitable at Christmas, it was beautiful to watch. Especially considering how many downright horrendous memories he probably had of the holiday, from when he lived with the Dursleys.

Harry deserved to be happy more than anyone else in the world, in Draco's eyes, and he was determined to make this his happiest Christmas yet. Starting, apparently, with the presents.

"Don't you want to wait, and open those in the Hall with all your other presents?" Draco teased, knowing full well what the answer would be.

"No, Draco, please," Harry wheedled. "I want to see yours now, and we can open the others later with Hermione. I've been so excited for this!"

Draco laughed, giving in instantly. "Fine," he said. "I see you've brought me mine from you already. Do you know where the ones I bought you are?"

"Of course," Harry grinned, and tipped the mix of his and Draco's presents onto the bedsheet, distinguished as always by the colour schemes.

Harry had found his gifts almost the second Draco had hidden them, although he'd managed just enough self-restraint to stop himself peeking early under the paper. But now it was morning, and the urge to unwrap them was almost too much to resist.

On seeing this, Draco laughed and handed him the first little green and silver parcel. "Get stuck in then," he said.

Within a very short space of time, all the presents on the bed had been unwrapped, and an array of beautiful gifts was visible on each boy's lap.

Draco had received a bottle of his favourite cologne from Harry, in an exquisite limited edition bottle with a glass serpent stopper, and two pairs of the softest boxers he'd ever felt in his life, which was saying something considering the level of luxury Draco Malfoy was used to.

There was a selection of his favourite Muggle apple sweets as well, and a Muggle book of beautiful poetry too, which Draco adored and began to read instantly, much to Harry's relief.

He knew that in theory Draco was long over his old prejudices, but it had still been a slightly risky purchase, so it was nice to have it so appreciated.