Drarry Oneshots

Aurors & Cursebreakers [Part Three]

Posted: December 21, 2020
AO3 Rating: Mature

Harry is radiating pure joy, holding a bundle of blankets in his arms, gazing up at Draco with tears in his eyes. The bundle squirms, and Draco looks down at the newborn baby sleeping peacefully there.

Draco has one hand on Harry's waist, the other reverently holding a tiny pink hand that's wrapped around his index finger.

"He's so tiny," Draco whispers.

Harry nods, swallowing hard, his eyes threatening to overflow. "And he's ours."

"What are you thinking about names, love? I know we talked about it before, but...is it still okay if we follow the Black family tradition? Name him after the Scorpius constellation?"

Harry shifts his hold on the infant so that he's holding him in the crook of one arm, freeing the other so that he can brush his fingers over his husband's cheek. "Of course. Whatever you want."

"I was thinking," Draco continued softly, "we could name him Scorpius James? For your dad?"

There's no stopping the tears now. Harry lets them flow silently down his cheeks. "Yes. That's—that's perfect. Thank you."

He leans forward and tenderly kisses Draco, letting the kiss draw out longer than strictly proper for a public place. They've wanted this for so long, it's hard to believe the day has finally arrived.

They reluctantly pull apart when the ministry official re-enters the room, rapping her knuckles lightly on the door.

"Just a few more forms to sign," she says with a smile, "and then we'll send you on your way."

***

Two months later

Harry stumbles into the kitchen, sticky-eyed and still half-asleep, to find a mug of hot coffee under a stasis charm on the counter. He picks it up and sips it gratefully. Merlin, he married the perfect man.

Slightly more awake now, he makes his way into the sitting room. Draco is fast asleep on the sofa with their two-month old curled on his chest, an empty bottle of baby formula dangling precariously off the edge of the sofa in his hand.

With a smile, Harry rescues the bottle and takes it into the kitchen to wash it out. When he makes his way back into the sitting room, Draco is awake, blinking blearily up at him.

"Morning," Harry murmurs, bending down to kiss him.

Draco nuzzles his cheek. "You found your coffee?"

"Yeah, thank you."

"Mmhm. Love you."

"Love you, too."

Harry sits on the floor beside the sofa and leans his head against Draco's shoulder with a contented sigh.

"How long has he been asleep?" Harry asks softly after a few minutes.

Draco glances at the clock on the mantle. "Maybe half an hour? Should sleep for at least another before he's hungry again. What are you thinking of?"

"I want to thank you for the coffee this morning," Harry's voice is low, provocative, as he presses kisses along his husband's jawline.

Draco grins and turns his head to kiss him on the lips. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Let me take him to the nursery."

Harry gets to his feet and carefully picks up the baby, who gurgles adorably in his sleep but doesn't wake, and moves him to his crib.

Draco sits up as Harry comes back down the stairs and walks back into the room. He makes his way to the sofa, immediately straddling his lap and capturing his lips in a searing kiss.

They both groan as their hips align. It's been far too long. Harry begins to kiss his way down Draco's throat.

"How do you want it, love?" Draco gasps, tossing his head back against the sofa to give him better access.

"You choose, gorgeous. It's your 'thank you,'" Harry responds blithely, shifting his hips down against him more forcefully and eliciting another delicious moan.

"Mind if I top?"

"Not at all."

"Upstairs?"

"Upstairs."

Harry Apparates them to their bed without blinking, and Draco shoves him back to flop on onto the bed, immediately climbing on top of him to capture his mouth again.

***

Draco collapses on top of Harry with a contented sigh, burying his face against his neck. "You sexy bastard. That was amazing."

"So good." Harry agrees with a breathless laugh, pressing a kiss to Draco's temple and casting a Cleaning Charm with a snap of his fingers while wrapping his arms around him in a comfortable embrace.

"Nine years together and that never gets any less hot."

Harry smiles and runs a hand through Draco's hair. "Nearly ten."

"Oh, yeah. Tell me what you're planning next week."

"It's a surprise," Harry chuckles. "But I will tell you that Molly is absolutely thrilled to be watching the little tyke so we can go away overnight. I swear she's transformed Percy's old bedroom into a completely outfitted nursery just for the occasion."

"Overnight? That sounds nice."

"Mmhm."

Draco kisses him again, and they both melt into it, kissing slowly, softly and sweetly, until they're interrupted by a distressed cry from the nursery.

"Alright. Let me up," Harry says, pressing a palm against Draco's chest. "It's my turn."

Draco climbs off of him and helps him to his feet. "You sure?"

"Yeah, of course. You were up with him half the night. You need a break," Harry tugs on his discarded sweatpants and pulls his t-shirt over his head. "Take a shower, or a nap, or both. Get something to eat. Whatever you want."

"I love you," Draco murmurs gratefully, sneaking one more kiss. 

"Love you, too."

Harry disappears through the doorway and Draco listens to him cooing softly at Scorpius as he gathers him up, and he catches sight of them through the open doorway as Harry takes the baby downstairs.

Draco knows what he does next, even though he's not even in the same room—he's seen it a hundred times already. Harry will carefully cradle  Scorpius in one arm, and prepare a bottle with the other, using magic to make sure the temperature is perfect.

Then he'll take him over to the sofa and hold the bottle steady while the baby drinks, murmuring affectionate words to him, sometimes even singing softly.

Draco is tempted to sit at the top of the stairs and listen, but he's exhausted and he desperately needs a shower, so, with a contented sigh, he heads to the bathroom.

After his shower, he crawls back into bed, thinking about how absolutely fantastic he feels, especially knowing he gets a night with Harry all to himself next weekend. This new parent thing is exhausting, but it's not so bad.