This is how it ends

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"What are you saying exactly?"

"Mr Malfoy, it pains me to tell you. I am saying you're husband has seven months to live."

Draco's head swam, he clutched the arm rest. Thought after thought fogged his brain. Life without Harry was not life. He would die rather than be left on this earth without him.

"Draco." Harry's hand held onto his for dear life. "It's ok. I'm ok."

Draco glanced over at the boy. They'd not had enough time.

"Can't magic take it out of him? Can I pay? I'll pay. I'll pay anything. Just tell me what I need to do and I'll do it." Draco become frantic, standing and releasing Harry's hand to walk over to the desk across from them.

"Mr. Malfoy this is cancer. There is no spell that can remove it. Not without the high chance of Mr. Pot-Well,the other Mr. Malfoy dying."

"What are the odds."

"Draco" Harry whispered, reaching for his hand again.

Draco persisted, waiting for an answer.

"There's a 90% chance or higher that Mr. Potter will be lost if we attempt to take him to surgery."

"Draco." Harry said again, louder.

"I-I have the money. Just tell me how to make him better and I'll pay for it."

"I'm very sorry Mr. Malfoy. Even muggles have yet to find a cure. I can do nothing for him. No amount of money will save him. I'm very sorry."

Draco seemed to finally get a grip on what he'd said.

"Seven months." He whispered. "I only have seven more months with him?"

"I'm very sorry. I'm so very sorry."

* * *

Harry and Draco walked through the door to the house. Meeting their children, and Teddy.

Teddy looked up from his game with Ben. Viola came out of the kitchen, a tiny Lyra in her arms.

"So?" Viola asked. Her eyes on Harry's face. She'd never cared for Draco. He'd wanted her to with everything he had. Harry had promised she'd learn to love him. She'd lost her family, it would take time, Harry had said.

"I-" Harry cleared his throat and held Draco's hand tighter. "I have seven months."

"Seven months to what Harry?" Teddy asked, placing his queen. Ben screeched and grabbed the queen. He had no clue what was going on in this game, only that the little pieces moved.

"Seven months to what?" Viola repeated.

"I-"

"Harry?" Viola whispered. She sat Lyra in her rocking chair. "Seven months to what."

Draco felt his heart rock forward as she realized.

"No. No no no no no. No. No way. You're not- NO!" Viola yelled. "ILL BE STUCK WITH HIM!" She screamed. "YOURE GOING TO DIE?!" She ran out of the room.

Teddy stood. "Is that true? Are you dying."

"Yes." Harry whispered. His hand like a vice on Draco's.

Teddy grabbed him in a hug. "I won't waste it." He whispered,Burying his nose in Harry's neck.

Harry smiled and looked up at Draco.

***

Draco shot up from bed, a wave of terror washing over him. He cast a tempus: 2:30 in the morning. His fingers stretched and searched for Harry on the mattress. He wasn't there.

Draco's entire being stopped and froze. The dream. Real? No no no no-

A loud hiccup sounded from the other room. Draco gasped a breath of air. Five months. He still had five months. He heard Harry humming to Lyra in the other room and he stood to go see him. Every moment he was not with Harry was like a grain of sand through the hourglass.

Harry had his back to the door as he rocked and hummed to the little baby girl. Her hiccuping slowed.

Draco smiled and walked silently up to the brunette, wrapping his arms around him and the baby. The boy started,relaxing when he realized it was only Draco.

"Come dance with me." Draco begged, slipping his hands up under Harry's (technically his) shirt to hold his hips. Harry smiled and very gently lowered Lyra back into her crib.

"Only for a few minutes." Harry said with a laugh. "I'm hardly dressed for a dance." He mumbled, twirling in Draco's shirt and lifting it to show off his underwear.

"Seems fine to me." Draco teased, kissing his forehead and leading him out of Lyra's room.

He lifted Harry up in his arms and carried him all the way down the stairs to the ballroom.

"Our room would have sufficed." Harry said with a light laugh.

"I can't twirl you around like this is our room." Draco said, spinning Harry in little circles.

Harry laughed again, and Draco wished he could save that noise in his brain and play it again and again and again.

"What will I do when Viola leaves. She won't stay when you're gone you know."

"Yes she will." Harry said.

"No-"

"I have asked her to. Now dance with me like you promised."

Draco was perplexed, but rather than argue he lead Harry into a simple dance. Of course the Brunette practically flipped himself backwards trying to follow Draco's movement.

"Only you Harry,Only you" Draco laughed.

Harry made a 'hmmph' noise and crossed his arms.

"Don't be mad my love." Draco teased, lifting Harry up by his underarms and placing the brunettes bare feet on top of his own. Harry beamed and wrapped his skinny arms around Draco's middle. He pressed his face to Draco's chest.

"Why do you always smell so good?" Harry whined, grinning as Draco led him through a chunky, off step, two-footed waltz.

"Because I bathe in the blood of my enemies." Draco snickered. "Or maybe because I bathe with you." Draco mumbled suggestively in Harry's ear.

"Sometimes I forget we're married and not school children, what with your attempts as seduction."

Draco huffed and kissed Harry's neck.

"That does not mean, however, that I don't want to be cringely seduced by my hot blonde husband"

"Really?" Draco asked, a playful smirk on his lips. He continued kissing Harry's neck, moving to behind his ear. His hot breath flushed over Harry's skin and the brunette sighed in contentment.

"Yes really. Though I would rather do it in the bedroom. You tend to be quite loud."

"Me?" Draco laughed breathless against Harry's skin. "Im loud in the bedroom? You moan loud as a pornstar you twat!"

"I don't know." Harry said, his hands gathering in Draco's hair as the blonde moved to press open mouthed kissed to the brunettes throat. "Im pretty sure you're the loud one."

Draco grabbed the boys waist, hiking his thighs up over his hips. "We'll see." Draco mumbled against Harry's collar bone. "We'll see."

Harry smirked and wrapped his arms around the blonde boys neck.

***

Harry's hand was grasped tight over his mouth as Draco pressed inside of him.

"No." Draco hissed. He grabbed Harry's hand as he adjusted his thrusts. "I want to hear you. The silencing charms are up. Let me hear you."

Harry gasped, his hips lifting to Draco's touch. His back was tight against Draco's stomach, The blonde's lips smothering Harry's nape in hot wet kisses.

"God that feels amazing." Harry groaned.

"Good?" Draco asked, his delicate hand wrapping around Harry's neglected cock.

"G-good." Harry moaned, panting.

"Shit babe. Harry you feel amazing hon." Draco mumbled against his ear. He adjusted his body and angled himself differently, causing him to hit Harry's prostate.

"Oh my god yes." Harry moaned, arching his back and dropping his head to Draco's shoulder.

"You like that?" Draco huffed, gripping Harry's hip.

"Yyyyes." Harry moaned, tilting himself further back.

Draco hit the perfect spot and Harry cried out, coming all over Draco's hand and his stomach.

"Oh fuck. I'm going to-" Draco let go of Harry's cock to wrap his arms around the boys chest.

He took short rutting thrusts as he groaned against Harry's ear.

"Ffffuck." He moaned softly, grunting as he came.

Harry could feel the warm splash inside of him and he smiled. Draco's sweaty head dropped down on his shoulder.

Harry used his magic to get rid of the mess before tugging on a pair of underwear. Draco did the same, and tumbled over to Harry in the bed.

"Come here baby." Harry said with a smile. Draco collapsed on top of him, his chest still heaving a little. Harry rubbed his back with one hand and played with his hair in the other. Draco was at least twice his size, and yet this seemed to be his favorite thing after they made love. Harry holding him.

"Was it alright?" Draco asked, his head resting on Harry's belly.

"Only you Draco. Only you." Harry said with a smile, mimicking Draco's tone from earlier. "You were lovely darling. I mean look at you, you're completely wind blown!"

"Doesn't mean you enjoyed it. I just wanna make sure I didn't-"

"Draco my darling, you do this every single time. And every time I tell you that if you hurt me I would tell you. You were perfect in every way. And you didn't hurt me. Now either hold me or turn around and let me be a little spoon."

Draco huffed and kissed Harry's stomach. "Love you." He mumbled.

"I love you too my darling, now get some rest so I can ride you tomorrow."

"Don't tease me." Draco grumbled, scooting up in the bed and laying back so Harry could snuggle on top of him.

"You're gorgeous." Draco marveled at him, rubbing his back. "My tiny little prince."

"Thank you my love. I should say the same to you." Harry said with a smile.

"Night. Love you."

"I love you too sweetheart. Sleep well."

"I always do." Draco said, his hand gently rubbing circles on Harry's bare back.

***

Harry woke to Ben tugging on his hair.

"Dadda!!!!" He squealed.

"What is it love?" Harry asked, trying to sit up, he realized Draco's arms were wrapped tightly around him.

"I wanna pay dagons!!" Ben yelled.

"Shhhhh!" Harry whispered. "Daddy is sleeping honey. It's too early to play dragons right now. Daddy and I need some sleep."

"No!" Ben whined. "I wanna pay dagons!!" He yelled.

"Shhhhhhh!" Harry hissed. "Daddy is-"

"Benjamin." Draco's low voice rumbled. Harry felt his husband's warm breathe on his neck. Draco didn't bother to move, his eyes stayed closed.

"Yes daddy?" Ben asked, trying to sound innocent.He knew he was in trouble now.

"Did your father tell you to go to sleep?"

"No!" Ben yelled. "I wan play dagons!"

"That isn't what I asked. Did dadda tell you to go to sleep?"

"Yess." Ben conceded, his voice grumpy.

"Then go to sleep and we'll play dragons in the morning."

"NOOOOooooo!" Ben screeched, stomping his little feet.

A little hic sound followed by lyras crying sounded in the other room.

"Oh Ben." Harry sighed, moving to stand up.

Draco's hands wrapped around him. "I got it love."

"Are you sure? I don't mi-"

"I've got it." Draco kissed him on the lips and lifted a whiny ben off his feet.

He returned with no children, much to Harry's delight, and rejoined him in bed.

"Sorry babe." Harry whispered, resting his head on Draco's arm.

"What for?" Draco asked, pulling him closer and pressing his nose to Harry's neck.Harry had always loved how perfectly Draco seemed to wrap around him.

"You have work tomorrow and you're going to be so tired!"

"Well… about that. I've decided to take a leave of absence. I want to spend my time with you and the little spawns of Satan."

"Really? You don't have to-"

"Harry I hope you don't think that low of me."

"I don't but-"

"No buts. I made my decision. I love you. Go to sleep."

***

"DAD!" Viola's scream echoed through the house. She threw open the door and got an eyeful of naked gays. Or….maybe naked gays. The blankets were wrapped over their sleeping bodies. Draco was holding dad and snoring softly against his neck, dad was half dangling off the bed.

Viola stomped over to their bed and shook harry. He jumped up, startled, and turned to viola.

"What is it hon?"

"Teddy broke my lamp!"

"ON ACCIDENT!" Teddy yelled from down the hall.

"Which one?" Draco asked, pressing his forehead to dad's back and keeping his eyes closed.

"The one you guys got me for Christmas!"

"Oh. No biggie than." Draco mumbled, pulling dad closer.

"What do you mean no biggie!? It matters to me Draco! You're so rude and-"

"I bought two." Draco sighed.

"Wait….what?"

"I bought you two in case one of the boys broke it. It's on the storage room marked 'Viola extra' on the back shelf."

Viola flushed. "Oh. Then I guess thank you Draco." She grumbled, turning on her heel and walking out the door.

She waited for Draco to complain, but she only heard them shift on the mattress. She peaked and then ducked back, and saw Dad kissing Draco's back. She rolled her eyes and listened.

"Someday my love. I promise."

Draco scoffed. "Don't make promises you can't keep harry."

"She just needs to adjust to yo-"

"You've been saying that the past three years we've been married. Just accept it: she despises me."

"She doesn't-"

"She does." Draco interrupted.

Dad sighed. "Well maybe you're right but it wouldn't kill you to be a little optimistic." He hissed.

Silence stretched for what felt like years.

"Im…. Sorry. My darling." Draco whispered.

"I know. I love you." Dad mumbled.

"Really I am. Please forgive me."

"I do love. I just want you guys to be closer. When I'm-"

"Hush. None of that. Absolutely none of it." Draco seethed.

"Ok." Dad said with cheer in his voice.

"I'm the luckiest man on the planet. And I love you too."

"I won't ask you to unpack." Harry laughed.

"I'm surprised Lyra is sleeping this late." Draco said.

"Sweetheart is only six in the morning." Dad laughed.

"Well fuck that. Get over hear and snuggle with me until at least eight."

"Alright alright I'm coming."

They stopped taking so Viola left, she was still angry but now she was confused.

If Draco cared so much why did he act like he didn't care at all?

***

Harry coughed, rolling over onto his side.

Draco watched him from the rocking chair he sat in, Lyra sleeping in his arms.

His husband had lost so much weight. He was skinny before, and now? Now he could hardly walk. It devastated Draco to no end.

"Two months Lyra." He whispered. "We've only got two months."

The baby didn't answer, just kept sleeping peacefully in his arms.

"Dray?" Harry's weak voice rasped from the bed.

"Yes sweetheart?" Draco asked, concern dripping from his mouth.

"Can you…." He coughed. "Can you lay with me?"

He wanted to so badly. He was so afraid he'd hurt him if he did.

"I don't think that's a good idea Harry." Draco whispered.

"You can't hurt me anymore than this thing inside me is. Please?" Harry's voice went from grumpy to desperate, and Draco knew he just wanted to spend his time close to him. And besides, he was right.

"Alright. Let me go set Lyra down."

"No, could I have her please?"

"Yes of course babe." Draco said, walking over to the bed and placing Lyra in Harry's arms.

"Thanks." He mumbled, reaching for Draco.

"Hang on love." Draco whispered, kissing his forehead as he stripped to his underwear and climbed back into bed.

He expected Harry to relax, go back to sleep. Instead he started talking, his voice cracking.

"I'm sorry we can't… I'm sorry we can't be intimate anymore. Im sure I could try…. Or maybe you could just go see someon-"

"Harry." Draco hollered, exasperated. "Harry I don't care that we can't have sex! And I'm sure as hell not going to go seeking it from others! For heavens sake, you're my husband!"

"Well… only for two more months. Less than that even." Harry whimpered.

"You do not stop being my husband when

you-" Draco voice cracked. "If you pass away. You don't stop being my husband. And I don't want anyone but you." He kissed Harry's shoulder and the brunette seemed to relax.

"I don't wanna die." He whispered, and Draco heard him start to cry. "I don't want to die Draco." His chest heaved. "I don't want to leave you, I don't want to go." He turned, Lyra in hand. And pressed his forehead to Draco's chest as he sobbed.

"Harry I-" Draco rested his head on Harry's hair, releasing tears of his own. "I don't want you to go either. But I- I can't fix it. We just- we just have to- I can't save you Harry." He whispered. "I can't. I want to, but I can't." Harry cried with him, and their tears soaked the pillow. They didn't try to comfort each other. There was no reason to. Harry was going to die. Trying to make either one feel better about it wasn't going to do a damn thing.

***

"Draco?" Harry whispered, reaching out a bony hand.

"Yes? What's wrong Harry? What-"

"I love you." He rasped. The hospital bed mad him look even smaller than he was.

"I love you too."

Harry smiled weakly, and his eyes closed.

"Dad?" Viola whispered.

"Harry?" Draco touched his face. "Harry. Harry hon."

A doctor shoved the door open. "Mr. Malfoy-"

"No. No he's supposed to have another month. You said seven months. We prepared for seven months."

"I'm sorry Sir, I cant always be perfectly exact."

"No. No come on. Harry." His voice broke as he shook Harry. His head dropped to Harry's chest.

Viola cried out and stumbled, crumpling. Teddy grabbed her.

Ben didn't understand, he started crying because Viola was. Teddy pulled him up in his arms.

"No no no no no" Viola sobbed into Teddys shoulder. She sagged.

Draco couldn't move, he refused. He was supposed to have more time. They were supposed to get more time.

This couldn't be how it ended? Could it?

***

Draco sat in the same rocking chair. Staring at their bed. If he tried hard enough, maybe he could bring him back.

He hadn't gone to the funeral. He tried, but he couldn't bare it. The looks of sadness were not enough. Harry was gone, the world was so much darker.

"Draco?" A quiet whisper from the corner.

Pansy. She'd been over to help take care of the kids.

Draco didn't answer. He didn't turn his head. He imagined it, imagined hugging her. In the end he didn't have to strength to even move.

She sat across from him, on the edge of the bed.

"No one expects you to be ok." She whispered, reaching out a hand.

Draco didn't pull away when she wrapped her fingers around his. Only focused on his breathing.

"Viola does not hate you. She was upset. She didn't mean it." Pansy whispered.

It would not matter if she did, Draco thought. It would not make it any better or worse.

"They are worried about you. Hermione has been over a few times. She and molly want to come make you some dinner."

Draco let his chest rise and fall, even though he wished he could simply stop. Stop breathing and go up to Harry.

"You don't need to be ok Draco. But your children are grieving too. I think they would relax a bit if you moved. Teddy cannot feed you from this chair forever."

Good. Draco thought. When he stops I will die. And I will be with Harry.

"Harry would've hated the funeral. Rita Skeeter spoke. She went on and on about how much she loved him, and then dropped a discount for the prophet at the end of her speech. I wanted to tear her throat out." Pansy mumbled.

I wish you would have. Draco thought.

"Blaise sends his regards. As soon as he's back from Spain he wants to visit."

He shouldn't.

"When you're ready, you should go talk to the kids. I'll come back tomorrow to check in. I love you darling. Please be ok." She kissed his forehead and went to pull her hand away.

Draco's fingers tightened. He didn't want her to go.

She looked at him, his eyes met hers. And that's when he broke down. He fell out of the chair, sagging in her arms. He cried, for hours he cried without stop. Without saying a word. He rested his head on her shoulder and cried.

She rubbed his back.

"I wish I could say something to make it better. But we both know nothing will."

He slowly stopped, he took deep breaths, still resting on her shoulder.

"I cannot fathom your pain Draco. I cannot even think of it. I'll be here as long as you need."

Draco tried to stand. He loved Pansy. She would not pity him, she only spoke her mind. He loved her for it.

"Maybe." He rasped. His voice crackly from lack of use. "I think maybe I'll go talk to the kids."

***

He knocked on violas door, she didn't answer. He cracked it open, saw her crying on the bed.

He walked over to her, sat down on the mattress. He didn't speak, she didn't either.

He was about to stand up and give up, say he tried, when she dropped her head to his shoulder, raising a picture of them in her hands. It was the family Christmas photo. Draco touched it with his index finger, he rested his head on hers.

"I miss him." She whispered.

"Me too."

She touched the wedding band on Draco's finger. "I'm sorry." She whispered. "I'm sorry dad."

Draco's eyes widened for a second, and then smiled. "It's ok. I forgive you." He whispered.

"Do you have his ring?"

"Yes."

"Can I see it?"

He pulled the necklace with Harry's wedding ring off his neck and placed it in her hand.

"I think he's still here. Watching us. Making sure we're ok."

"I think so too." Draco whispered.

Viola dropped the chain, and as it hit the ground, the string of metal shaped in a heart.

They both laughed. "I think so too." Draco said again.

*Fin*

(Unless you guys are interested in a part two…..)