Miss You

Author: Pokari, R for mpreg.

Disclaimer: you know it's not mine

Summary: Harry was married to Draco and they had a son.

Pairings: Harry/Draco, Sirius/Severus

Time: Post-Hogwarts

Warnings: a little angst, slightly AU.

Beta by: MT.

Chapter One

Harry's POV

Harry looked at his surrounding and wrinkled his nose. They threw another party tonight. No, it was Draco's party. The party was just like last night's and the night before last.

He would sit on his chair in the big living room, looking at their guests, judging how much the witches would pay for their robes just to look presentable at the Malfoy's. And the wizards would stand around Draco and Lucius and nodding their heads, pretending that they agree or even understand what they were saying.

His champagne would be left untouched while he picturing the guests flooing here. But they won't have to worry that their guests would flood their fireplace. Can't let those expensive new robes tainted, Harry thought sinisterly.

Lifting his glass to his mouth, Harry would question why he was even there. He remembered the night before the graduation when Draco had proposed him. And he said no, too shock to insult the Slytherin.

The week after his refusal Arthur Weasley was fired, suspected of obscured money from the Ministry, and Percy Weasley was believed to be the ally, so he was discarded too.

The next week, Bill Weasley and Charlie Weasley had lost their position and put in unimportant post with smaller salaries. Ron had difficulty to applying for a job and muggle-borns were banded from the strategic jobs.

Smiling cynically, Harry looked at Draco and noticed there was always a witch holding his hand, trying to catch his attention long enough so that she could display her impressively low cut robes.

Harry shook his head, didn't understand why Draco wanted to marry him in the first place. But he knew his reason. He didn't want to see his godfather and his favourite teacher in trouble.

He remembered he came to Malfoy Manor with only his wand and things from his parents. Draco said nothing but showed him his room and they were married in three days.

Harry never wrote to his friends or godfather anymore, knowing that Draco would read what he wrote and what he got, and he never heard from them either, upon his wish. But he knew from the paper that Weasley's misfortune was considered a mistake and that they were back in the Ministry.

Harry didn't know how Draco did it, but he knew things were back to the way things had been the night before Harry put down his proposal.

He knew that Draco would never allow him to leave his house so Harry spent the first few months only in the house. He was shocked, though, when one day Narcissa took him out, to refresh his wardrobe.

Harry lived his quiet day and unending party. So empty but also demanding. Going through the same things over and over again, made Harry reach his limit. He was married for almost one year when he decided to leave.

He would go to a place where no one knew him, a place where Draco couldn't find him and bring him back. And he almost succeeded. Almost.

He had his things pack. It was just a few things he had when he first came. But Draco caught him. He still remembered the first big fight they had. And then…

"Mummy." A small voice brought Harry back to the reality. "Mummy?"

The sound of the small feet running closer sounded loud at the suddenly silent room. A small body threw himself at Harry. "Mummy."

Harry looked down at the small smiling face. "You found me again." Harry always sat in the same place, every night, every party.

"I can't sleep, Mummy. I miss you." Harry dutifully lowered his head to kiss his son's cheek. "A lot." Harry kissed his nose. "I wear my slipper." Larry informed his mother proudly.

Harry looked at the small face that looked so much like Draco's. Lawrence Malfoy. His and Draco's son.

"You should be in your bed, Larry." Harry smiled at the reason why he stayed.

"Not sleepy, Mummy." Harry let his son climb onto his laps. He put down his glass and hugged him. He had tried to teach him to call him Daddy or Papa but Larry incessantly called him Mummy. And naturally he called Draco Daddy, other than Father.

"Ah, Lawrence. You up again?" Narcissa smiled at them. "I miss you." And Larry obediently walked to her and kissed her cheek.

"Do you want some cake?" Larry looked at Harry and accepted it when Harry nodded his head.

"Thank you, Grandma." Smiling, Larry walked back to Harry.

Harry smiled when he looked at his son's happy face. They always had the cakes left.

Of course, the witches wouldn't want to waste the slimming potions.

He was aware of the eyes watching him and Larry, and Harry had learnt to ignore them. He opened his mouth when Larry shoved the spoonful cake toward him.

He almost left on that crucial night, but after his fight with Draco he was so drained that he had passed out. When he woke up, he found that he was in his pyjamas, and Draco was sleeping behind him. The next morning he was told that he was pregnant and if he left him, Draco would take custody of their child and Harry would never see nor hear about his baby.

Hugging Larry tightly, Harry had to admit that he had made the right decision to stay and have his son close to him. Larry was his life.

Draco had changed since the night he found out that he was going to be a father. He was more distance. More mature. He took care of him during his pregnancy. And he never held a party until Larry was one year old.

Wiping his son's face, Harry had to admit that the marriage wasn't a complete disaster. Not in bed, anyway. Draco was a satisfying lover. He was hesitant to have sex their first time but Draco had never hurt him. Not even when he was angry.

Harry smiled happily at his son's content face. He always loved to wake up for the party and have some cake.

"Where is Daddy?" Larry looked around as he finished his cake.

Harry looked up and noticed that Draco wasn't on his usual spot.

"I don't know, maybe he had some business to take care of. I have explained it to you, remember?" Harry gently hugged his son. It was more to comfort himself than comfort his son. It was always comforting to hug his chubby son. He was the proof that he, for once, had made the right decision.

"I miss Daddy." Larry whispered.

"I know, sweetie." Harry nodded his head to kiss his son's hair.

"Do you miss Daddy too?"

Harry looked at his son's big eyes and knew what answer that his son wanted to hear.

"Yes, Larry, I miss Daddy too."

"But I miss him more." Larry decided. Harry nodded his head, agreeing with his son, he didn't realise a shadow of a person that crept closer but hesitantly pulled away.

Deep down in his heart Harry knew that he just told his son the truth. He did miss Draco. It felt like years ago since the last time Draco touched him, although they never sleep in separate bed.

"Mummy?"

"Yes?"

"Tell me story."

"What story?"

"The lonely snitch."

"I just told you that story yesterday."

"But I want to hear it again."

"Alright." Harry sighed, putting his head above his son's head, holding him closer. "But then you have to drink your milk and go to bed."

"I promise."

Slowly, Harry's deep voice told his son the story of the lonely snitch. The snitch could fly very fast and was proud of his speed but no body could catch him. Soon, he felt lonely and as time went on, he felt lonelier than ever.

"But Daddy can catch it." Larry smiled brightly.

"Yes, Daddy can catch it." Harry returned his smile. Harry could feel that his son adored his father very much.

"And the snitch wouldn't be lonely again." Larry nodded his head seriously.

"Yes, and that is the end." Harry hugged his son, ignoring some smirking faces.

"But…" Larry wanted to prolong his bedtime.

"Now," Harry summoned a glass of warm milk. "This will help you sleep well."

"Yes, Mummy."

After Larry finished his milk, Harry lifted him and carried him to Narcissa to say goodnight.

"I want to say goodnight to Daddy too." Larry told him sleepily.

Harry looked around but he couldn't find Draco. "Daddy's not here. If you sleep now, you could say good morning to him tomorrow."

After a second thought Larry agreed to it. "Can I sleep with you Mummy?"

"Yes, you may." Harry smiled.

He walked unhurriedly to his room with Larry's head laid on his shoulder. It seemed the night adventure was too much for him. Harry smiled to himself. He loved to cuddle his son.

Harry almost screamed when he felt a hand drape around his waist.

"Stop it, Draco would…" Harry turned around to meet Draco's icy eyes.

"I would kill him?" he helpfully suggested. "Who did you think I was, Harry?" He asked sweetly.

"Dave." Harry answered quietly.

Draco cursed his cousin. "I told him to be your bodyguard not to be your secret lover." He told Harry lowly. "Does he flirt with you often?"

"I've told you that I don't need bodyguard." Harry glanced at his husband from the corner of his eyes. "I can take care of myself." That was another reason why he didn't leave this place very often. He didn't need to face Draco's anger and jealousy. He was really too possessive over what he own.

"I know but…" Whatever Draco intended to say was forgotten as the boy in Harry's hand started squirming.

"Daddy." Larry squealed happily.

"Hello, Larry. Aren't you supposed to be sleeping right now?"

"I miss you, Daddy." Larry pouted.

Chuckling, Draco leaned his head to kiss his son.

"Do you want me to carry you?"

"Yes."

Draco took Larry from Harry without touching him more that he needed. And even if Harry understood that Larry missed Draco, he couldn't help feeling hurt as Larry so easy left him.

"Mummy miss Daddy too." He voluntarily informed his Daddy.

"Really?" Harry tensed up, thinking that Draco would just ignore it. He did not fancy of Draco kissing him, but he didn't want his son's feeling hurt.

Draco leaned over to give him a brief kiss before he altered all his attention on his son.

"Mummy says I can sleep with him."

"He said so?"

"Yes." Larry stared at his Daddy, as if Draco would be against it.

Draco faked a suffer sigh. "I bought you the best bed money can buy and you still want my bed."

Larry giggled.

"What about the party?" Harry asked him when Draco didn't leave after he put Larry on the bed.

"Mother and father can handle them." He lifted one eyebrow challenging Harry to change his mind, but to his disappointment Harry only shrugged his shoulder.

Harry went to the bathroom and didn't come back until ten minutes later. Wearing his usual sleep attire. He walked to the bed, on his usual sleeping spot, gently tucked his sleeping son in and pretended to be asleep.

He heard Draco was walking to the bathroom. And when he came back he didn't comment on Harry avoiding him again by pretending to be asleep.

Harry heartbeat turned to normal again when he heard Draco steady breath. And gradually he too fell into a deep slumber.

Harry woke up the next morning wondering why he felt so peaceful. He could fell his son's head was on his stomach. Chuckling to himself, Harry made a simple note to fix his son's bad sleeping manner. He gently lifted his son and put his head on the pillow.

He studied his son's sleeping face. He looked so much like the man sleeping beside him. Larry was no doubt Draco's son.

Harry frowned. His son and husband had taken as much space as they could when they were sleeping. No matter how big the bed they shared, they would always end up sleeping very close to him.

Harry gently stroke Draco's face. He missed his husband and their sex activity. He was caught off guards when Draco opened his eyes.

"Do you know what last night's party was all about?" Draco asked Harry.

"No." Harry whispered. He pulled his hand away but Draco caught his wrist.

"It was for your friends."

Confused, Harry stopped trying to pull his hand away.

"Weasley and Granger are working for me, for strategic and experiment. A wise decision, I realise now. They had just increased my profit. I have to remember to give them bonus."

"You what?" Harry's face softened. "Thank you. I know you didn't do this for them."

"I didn't. I want to make you happy."

"I am, Draco." Harry was hesitantly moving his head toward Draco to kiss him.

He pulled away abruptly as he heard his son giggled.

"Daddy miss Mummy." Larry laughed winningly.

"I do." Draco nodded his head. "And now I miss you too." Draco leaped predatorily at his son, and tickled him.

"Ah, Daddy, stop it." Larry laughed. "I miss you too. Mummy save me."

"Oh, I miss you too, Larry." Harry laughed.

6 September 03, 12:45 pm