A/N: Is anyone even still reading this? If you are, then this is the end folks. I procrastinated so much that I completely forgot about this story -hangs head in shame- It's a remix so it should not have taken this long. I apologize to anyone who has been waiting for me to finish this.

-The Manor-

Harry flooed to Malfoy Manor. He stepped into the parlor with Brax who had started crying from the trip. Harry wiped a smudge of dust off Brax's quickly reddening face and tried to soothe him by rocking him back and forth.

Narcissa strode into the room fully expecting to see Draco as the wards had alerted her that the heir was home. She didn't expect it meant Brax.

"Harry? What are you doing here?", she asked in surprise.
"I came to see Draco. Is he here?"
"No. I was under the impression that he went to find you."

Harry swore under his breath. Draco could be anywhere. Harry was so distracted that he didn't notice that Narcissa was standing in front of him talking to Brax in French. She hesitantly reached out for the baby as if asking for permission. Harry immediately handed him over. Since Draco left, he hadn't had much contact with Draco's parents and they hadn't seen Brax in months. He felt absolutely horrible about that.

"Mrs. Malfoy?"
"Narcissa.", she corrected gently.
"Narcissa.", he conceded. "Would you mind watching Brax for me? I need to find Draco, but I don't want to impose."
She tutted. "It's no imposition. We'd love to keep him." She turned her attention to Brax holding him in the air and blowing softly at his face to watch him giggle. "Nous allons avoir du plaisir. N'est-ce pas mon cher cœur?, she cooed; smoothing down his white blond hair.

"I'll be back to get him soon.", he promised, rushing off after handing her the baby bag.
"Take your time dear!", she called after him with a knowing smile on her face. She snuggled Brax close to her breast and kissed his forehead.

"Let's go find grandpere' shall we?", she said to Brax who replied with a series of nonsensical sounds and toothless smile as he was carried down the manor halls; wide eyed at the family portraits that waved and made silly faces at him.

-Keeping Us-

Harry collapsed in front of the tree directly facing the quidditch fields where they had their very first kiss. He pulled his knees up to his chest and closed his eyes helpless to stop the warm tears from spilling over his eyelashes.

He looked everywhere for Draco and couldn't find him. With his luck, Draco was already well on his way back to school. He'd missed his chance.

There was an ache in his chest that just wouldn't go away. He know he should have never told Draco to leave. At the time, he thought it was the best thing, and maybe it was. They just weren't good together. Always fighting about everything. Money, the flat, food, bills, it never ended. Perhaps he should have tried harder. Fought for their family more. No one should have been able to make him doubt what they had, but regret always comes too late.

There was a low pop of noise and then Harry felt someone sitting down on the grass next to him.
"This is where it all started huh?", a familiar voice commented. Draco.
Harry let out a noise that was close to a sob and a sigh of relief. "Yeah. It's kind of fitting don't you think?"

Draco hummed in agreement as they sat in silence. There were so many thoughts running through each of their minds that they couldn't figure out what to say first.

Harry plucked a blade of grass from the ground and twirled it between his fingers. "Pansy said I ruined your life.", he said quietly.
"You didn't.", Draco said firmly.
"I just wanted you to be happy. All you ever talked about was the Potions program... I wanted that for you."

Draco turned his body towards Harry so that he was facing him. "Harry, listen to me.", he implored.

The younger man still wouldn't meet his eyes so Draco took Harry's face into his hands."My life isn't ruined. It's just changed, that's all. If nothing else over these past couple of months, I learned that it's not much of a life anyway if you and Brax aren't in it. You two are the best thing that ever happened to me and I'm so sorry for not showing it before. This is all my fault."

Harry shook his head. "No. It wasn't just you. I'm sorry too... I just missed you so much.", Harry sobbed pressing their foreheads together. Draco wiped the tears leaking from Harry's eyes away with his thumbs.

"Don't cry.", he murmured which only made Harry cry harder. Somehow he ended up crawling into the blond's lap. Draco rocked him back and forth muttering soothing words in his hair. After a while Draco's legs began to go numb.

Harry had definitely put on a few pounds since he last saw him. He chalked it up to break-up weight, but wouldn't dare say anything. Not when they had just gotten back together. He had been the opposite of Harry, going to the gym every day and dragging Blaise on morning runs just to burn off the stress and sadness.

"Um, love?"

"Hmm?", Harry mumbled from where his face was buried in Draco's shirt.
"Can we get up now? My legs are sort of numb."

Harry gasped and quickly moved off, apologizing profusely. Draco waved him off, wincing at the pinching feeling of blood flow returning to legs. He pushed himself up and held his hand out to Harry. "Come on. I have something to show you." Harry smiled and took the offered hand, finding himself pulled flush against Draco's chest before apparating away in a swirl of magic.

-Home-

When Harry opened his eyes, he found himself standing inside a warmly decorated living room. "Where are we?"

A shit eating grin spread across Draco's face and he held his arms out, gesturing to the space. "We're home."
"What?" Harry blinked in confusion and looked around. He was at a loss for words. The walls were stone, but it was brightly lit with floor to ceiling windows. It looked like every dream he ever had of the perfect home come true.

"I talked to my father.", Draco explained. "It's all ours if we want it." He had spent days redecorating the family villa with the help of the elves so that it would be perfect for them

"But what about school? You can't just quit. We can try to work things out long distance. You still have the summers off and all the hols.", Harry rambled on.

"Harry.", he said gently. "We're at school. Well no, we're a few miles away from the main campus, but it's basically the same thing. I talked to the headmistress and you're all set to start next Autumn. We can wait until then to move if you want. I can do some correspondence courses in the meantime since I completed my finals early. I don't want to be away from my boys again."

Harry's mouth opened and then closed, tears overwhelming him for the fifth time that night. It was too much. "I can't believe you did all this for me."
"I did it for us. Both of our dreams are going to come true. She says Quidditch tryouts are in March. You're already a shoo-in for the team, but you still have to try out as a formality."

Harry felt a small kick in response to his excitement and then groaned. He couldn't believe he had forgotten to tell Draco about the baby. He knew better, but something deep in his gut was still afraid that Draco might turn around and change his mind when he finds out that their three was soon to be four.

By the time he returned from his inner musings, Draco had begun walking around and telling him about the kitchen and Brax's room, but he didn't hear a word of it. He slowly let his glamour fade away.

"I took the liberty of buying Brax some new toys and a new bed. Kids are bloody expensive. I spent 19 galleons on a stuffed crup. A stuffed crup Harry. I'm glad we're not having any more for a long, long, long time."

Harry rubbed the nape of his neck nervously. "About that..." He almost burst out laughing when Draco turned around and openly gaped at the sight of his stomach.

"Surprise!?"

-Born To Fly-

Draco weaved in and out of the crowd with Brax's hand firmly in his and little Thea held closely to his chest after a quick diaper change and potty break. Brax almost fell a few times as he toddled along, but somehow they managed to make it back to their seats. Lucius had rented out a private booth for all of them that was normally reserved for scouts and the school leaders, but since he had recently donated a new library wing, they let him do whatever he liked.

He and Narcissa, having grown tired of the manor and being alone with no one but each other, followed Harry and Draco to France. They moved into their own home close by under the guise of needing to be there to help out with the kids. Their chateau was a little too close for Harry and Draco's liking, but they were grateful for the help nonetheless. Remus, Sirius, and Teddy had come in for Harry's first game after having Thea.

Theodosia Gertrude Potter- Malfoy was born on a Tuesday at 11:02 p.m. with a head full of dark curls and molten silver eyes. She had everyone wrapped around her little finger. Especially Sirius who snatched her from Draco before he could even sit down.

"There's my favorite girl!", he cooed playfully nipping at Thea's chubby arms, earning a glare from both Narcissa and Lucius who were obviously jealous, but thankfully held their peace. Draco marveled at how far they'd all come from that night at the dinner table when they first told everyone that Harry was pregnant at sixteen.

"Up papa!", Brax demanded, patting at Draco's pants legs.

Draco picked Brax up and stabilized his little feet so that he was standing atop of his thighs. The announcer signaled the beginning of the game and introduced the first team. Afterwards, the Beaubaxton team flew out in their blue and silver uniforms and into a revolving circle, Harry bringing up the rear. When it was Harry's turn to be announced, he circled around the arena.

"Last, but not least, Head Seeker for Beaubaxton University. Mr. Harry POTTER!" The cheers and roars from the crowd were deafening. Brax clapped wildly along with everyone else and bounced up and down. "Daddy! Daddy!", he called out pointing to Harry and reaching out for him.

Harry swopped in front of them and hovered for a few moments to rub Thea's tiny head and reassure Brax that he would be back before he knew it for the boy's lip had wobbled when he realized that Harry wasn't staying. Brax grabbed at Harry's face with his little hands to press a sloppy kiss against Harry's cheek. The crowd collectively "Aww'd"; someone having cast a video charm on them for the entire stadium to see. Draco rolled his eyes. Sometimes he forgot just how much of a celebrity Harry still was as the Boy Who Lived. He had always just been "Harry" to him.

When Harry pulled away, his eyes connected with Draco's. The commentator said something about Draco and the kids being there for support, but neither one of them were paying attention. A silver gloved fist came up and over Harry's heart as a private gesture just between the two of them. Then he raised his fist in the air and took off.

As Draco watched his husband dive down to start the game, looking every bit like he was born to ride on a broom, he felt a swell of pride in his chest. They made it. This is where they belonged. Every road they took would always lead them back to each other. And that was more than okay.

Fin

End Note: I apologize for the really rushed ending, but it had to happen. This will be the first chaptered story I've ever finished. "The Switch" will probably be the next. It's been lovely dear readers. See you next story! [ This is my subtle way of telling you to go read my other stories if you haven't already ;) I have a variety of Fandoms now and I'm also on AO3 under the same pen name.]

-Bleu