Title: Afterwards - Chapter 1

Author: Jhaylin

Rating: PG to PG-13

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Words: 1664

Warnings: Slash (duh!), past mpreg implied, will contain future mpreg

Author's note: This is my first Harry Potter fic ever, so cut me some slack.J

Summary: Harry and Draco thought that after settling down and having a few kids, life would be perfect, but life is far from it. The honeymoon period is most definitely over. Can Harry and Draco salvage their jaded relationship, or have they drifted so far apart that it's too late.

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Draco watched grumpily as Harry finally got up and began giving the traditional best man speech. The chattering of the guests came to a stop as they turned towards the head table, where Harry was tapping his wineglass with a silver spoon, commanding their attention. Draco's eyes became glazed as he zoned out, deciding to not sit through the entire, long-winded speech he knew Harry planned to make, having had to already sit through it the previous night while Harry rehearsed.

He instead turned his attention to the guests filling the vast hall in which the long overdue wedding of Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger was currently taking place. He gave a soft snort of disgust as guests looked on at Harry in awed adoration. Pathetic sycophants, he thought.

Beside him, Ginny Weasley gave a soft, happy sigh as Harry droned on about how Weasel and Granger were meant to be and deserved each other and more tripe like that. He turned away as she caught him looking at her and sent a nasty glare his way. He groaned inwardly, wondering whose idea it was to sit him next to the she-devil. Ginny had never quite gotten over the fact that her boy-hero was in fact a shirt-lifter who couldn't get it up for her if his life depended on it. Naturally, she played the part of the understanding ex, while sending Draco baleful looks while Harry kissed him instead of her.

Draco gave a sigh of relief as he heard Harry say, "To Ron and Hermione!". He grabbed his wineglass along with the other guests and raised it in a toast. Then, he downed the entire glass in one gulp. Ginny glared darkly at him as she delicately sipped at her own glass. Draco snorted and turned to face Harry instead, only to have to turn back around as Ginny stood to make her own speech as she was the maid of honour. She waited a few moments as the waiters refilled glasses before beginning.

"It is with great pleasure…" she began. Draco drowned her out as he fingered his wineglass and waited for the speech to end. He was completely bored. He could be at home doing something fun if Harry hadn't insisted on dragging him here.

He glanced up briefly as Harry placed his hand on his thigh, warmth seeping through Draco's pants and warming his skin. He gave him a confused glance when he notice Draco's glazed expression. Draco shook his head to indicate that Harry should leave him alone. Harry looked briefly hurt by his rebuff, before he turned his attention back to Ginny, removing the warmth of his hand from Draco's leg.

Draco mourned the loss of warmth, before it left his mind as he raised his wineglass and downed it yet again.

"Congratulations Ronald! This is a big day for you, isn't it?" A stout, red-haired woman approached the newly-married couple, dragging a surly looking teenager behind her.

Ron remembered her as being an aunt of his, distantly related. He couldn't recall her name, but figured that she wouldn't notice.

"Thank you very much," he said to her. She gave him a smile and elbowed the youth beside her.

He shot her a dirty look as he intoned, "Congratulations," to Ron and Hermione.

His mother, Ron supposed, returned his dirty look but didn't push him further. Instead, she turned back to Ron.

"You remember your cousin, Jeremy?" she asked, gesturing to the teen.

Ron gave her a brief look and nodded, although he honestly had no idea who these two were. He sighed inwardly as she looked to begin in on a long winded congratulatory speech, but then outwardly smiled in relief as Harry interrupted.

The woman looked like Christmas had come early as the famous Boy-Who-lived stood right beside her. Her grin became noticeably smaller as Harry asked if he could talk to Ron and Hermione privately. She nodded and left, dragging her son with her.

Ron waited until the woman was out of hearing range before clapping Harry jovially on the shoulder and thanking him for saving them.

"No problem. It is your special day after all," Harry laughed.

Ron grinned and looked adoringly at Hermione, nodding in agreement.

"Well, isn't this just lovely," said Seamus as he approached the trio. "First Harry, now you two. Another one of our Gryffindors is lost to the evil lure of settling down. Won't be long before its our turn," Seamus said, nudging his best friend Dean.

"Hey now!" Hermione exclaimed. "Evil lure?"

"You heard me. You won't see me being caught by it anytime soon. Some of us actually do like the bachelor life. No wives or kiddies in my near future," Seamus said.

"I bet you're next in line and you won't be saying that then," Harry laughed. "Besides, the bachelor life can't ever compare to settling down."

"I'll be the judge of that," Seamus replied loftily.

"Does that mean you will be settling down in the near future?" Hermione asked, smirking.

"Wha…I never said that!" Seamus exclaimed.

"Well how else will you be the judge of it if not by going through with it yourself?" Hermione enquired, plastering an innocent look on her face.

"By watching you, not by going through with it myself," Seamus said, stubbornly crossing his arms across his chest. "Settling down just isn't my cup of tea."

"That's because you haven't found the right person yet," said Ron. "When you do, you'll definitely be singing a different tune, mate."

"Uh-huh, sure," said Seamus. "I'll just be leaving. All your talk of settling down is making me nervous."

The trio laughed as they waved Seamus off, who left with Dean in tow.

They turned back towards one another, and Harry began to speak.

"So anyways, I was…"

"Harry!" a sharp voice cut through their conversation. Ignoring Ron and Hermione's inquisitive looks, Draco walked towards Harry, holding their son's hand, an aggravated expression on his pale face.

"Yes, Draco?" Harry asked, feeling confused. Why was Draco angry? He had been fine just a few minutes ago.

"Did you let Terrence play with your cufflinks?" he said, holding said cufflinks out in the palm of his hand.

Three year old Terrence nodded and turned grey eyes, partially hidden beneath jet black hair, to Draco and Harry, shooting them innocent looks. Draco's eyes shot back up to Harry's face as he waited impatiently for Harry's answer.

He gulped nervously. "Uh, yeah. Why? Is there something wrong with them?"

Draco looked at him incredulously, making Harry feel like he was completely missing something important.

"'Is there something wrong with them?'" Draco repeated angrily. "Well, I don't know Harry. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that one of these is a Port key to Hogwarts? Maybe it has something to do with the fact that if he had activated it, our three year old, I repeat, three year old son would be all alone on the Hogwarts grounds for who knows how long. For gods sake Harry!"

A look of dawning graced Harry's face. He winced as he realized exactly what he had done. He opened his mouth to talk, but Draco cut him off again.

"Honestly! Are you off your face? How could you? He could've walked into the Great Lake and drowned. Or worse! He could've walked into the Forbidden Forest. What then Harry? Hmm? What then?" Draco whispered fiercely, keeping his voice down as he was still aware of the other guests around them.

Ron and Hermione looked extremely uncomfortable and made their excuses to leave. Harry and Draco were alone and the silence between the two was deafening.

Draco was about to continue his ranting when Terrence squealed in delight. Draco and Harry looked down to see him pointing at Pansy. Pansy was frequently over at their house and quite close with Terrence as she was his godmother. Terrence looked pleadingly at his fathers while continuing to point at Pansy.

Harry looked to Draco for approval. When the blond did nothing but glare icily at him, he nodded and picked up Terrence. "We'll just go see Aunt Pansy then, okay?" Harry said to Terrence. Terrence clapped happily. Harry gave a relieved smile for getting away from Draco until he cooled down, but he was stopped in his tracks as Draco spoke again.

"Don't be long. I'm going to get Adelaide from Mrs.Weasley and then we're leaving," he said coldly. Harry felt that he should stay longer, seeing as it was his best friends' wedding and he was the best man, but at this point, he felt it would be safest for him to not argue with Draco for awhile.

He looked on forlornly as he watched Draco walk away to collect their five month old daughter, Adelaide, from Molly Weasley. He turned and walked towards Pansy, who spent the next three minutes cooing at Terrence. He watched her detachedly and felt just a tiny bit relieved when Draco stepped up beside him, holding a sleeping Adelaide to his chest. They bid Pansy goodbye and apparated home.

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Draco huffed off to their room with Adelaide the moment they got home.

Harry trudged up the steps right behind him as he took Terrence to his room. He put on a happy face as his son looked to him for help getting ready for bed. An hour later, he finished tucking Terrence in and left for his and Draco's room. He stopped outside the door, suddenly feeling extremely tired. He didn't want to enter the room and have Draco continue his previous rant, but he knew it was inevitable.

He reached for the door knob and turned. It stopped halfway and Harry tried again before letting go and heading for the guest room, relieved that Draco had locked him out. The fight, or silent treatment, it really depended on Draco's mood, could wait until tomorrow. Tonight, Harry just needed to sleep.

TBC…