Author's Notes: This was originally an oneshot I wrote for the Harry/Draco Mpreg fest, Betaed by Edelau. There seemed to be some confusion about the ending, with many reviewers feeling that there wasn't one. The ending has always been there, but the issue is that it isn't quite at the end of the story. I couldn't leave the story there and wrote past the ending. So to avoid any further confusion, I am breaking this story up into chapter 1, the proper oneshot, ending with the ending of this story, and chapter 2, the epilogue part that I couldn't help but adding. If you have already read this story, there is no new material here, just a teeny amount of restructuring.

Harry's POV:

Only we'd overlooked that psychological phobia the Muggles were treating Draco for.

When I returned home, Draco and Ceres were nowhere to be found. They weren't in Teddy's room or the drawing room, where I'd left them. Nor were they in the loo or the kitchen. Grimmauld Place is actually a rather fair size and it might've taken me all night to search it, if not for Kreacher. My elf popped up and informed me that the missing Malfoys were hiding in the closet in Regulus' room on the top floor.

So I knew where they were, I just had to get to them, which Draco had made as difficult as possible. Not only had he locked both the bedroom and closet doors, but he had shoved all of the furniture up against the door and barricaded himself in. It might've taken me all night to magic that mess out of the way, but it didn't, because I had Kreacher. The elf snapped his fingers and all of the furniture returned to its proper place and the doors unlocked.

"Draco, it's me Harry! I'm coming in," I called, hoping that whatever was going on in his brain would stop once he knew I was back.

When Draco didn't come out or even open the closet door, I went in. I found him huddled in the corner at the back of the closet, Ceres in one arm. He was struggling for breath, having either a panic or an asthma attack. He looked so vulnerable like that. He was no longer the strong, self-confident prick of a budding Death Eater from school, but a terrified victim of a horrible violent crime trying to protect his newborn baby. My instincts screamed at me to go to him, to protect him, and to reassure him that everything was fine. If it weren't for my Auror training on how to deal with victims, I probably would've tried to hold him in my arms. But I did have that training, so I knew that new mothers were easily spooked and that was the last thing I wanted to deal with tonight.

"Relax, it's just me," I said soothingly. I had experience dealing with traumatized victims now, so I knew what to say. "No one is going to hurt you. Kreacher and I are the only ones in the house with you; the Death Eaters aren't here and can't get in."

As I talked, Draco began to calm down, his breathing returning to a more even pace, although it remained rather fast.

"Now, what happened? Why are you hold up in the closet?" I asked seriously. Taking the victim seriously was the professional way to handle a situation. If Ron was there I probably would've had trouble keeping a straight face, but Ron wasn't there, so I was able to concentrate on the moment.

"I had to find a safe place to hide the baby," Draco explained through gasps of breath.

"The entire house is safe; I told you that. You could have stayed in the nursery with the baby like I told you."

"We were all alone. You weren't here."

"I told you I had to go back to work. Ron and I were working on your case. We have to file the paperwork so that our boss knows what is going on and that this is a serious case. Come tomorrow morning he'll call a meeting and assign a team to work on it. There will be Aurors tracking down evidence of your parents' murders. I know I told you those men are dead, but there will be a full investigation to make sure the same men who did it are the ones in those graves. If Polyjuice or anything funny was used, we'll find out. If there was anyone else involved, even someone who was only working behind the scenes, we'll find out. And a team will be sent out to figure out how they breached the wards at your house. Once they finish with the evidence, I'll personally have the house returned to you."

"Don't leave us there alone." Draco's voice was pleading and he had a scared look on his face; a look I was all too familiar with from the war and never wanted to see on that face again. It twisted my gut to see and made me want to do something about it.

"I won't make you go back if you don't want to. You and Ceres can stay here," I offered. It was a rather big imposition to offer, but I had a large house, a bleeding heart, and in that moment, I wanted to help. If Draco proved he couldn't behave himself any better than at school, then I'd find somewhere else for him to stay. But he'd been decent, for him, so far and I thought that maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

He nodded, indicating his acceptance of my proposal.

"Well you can't stay in there all night. Here, let me help you up," I said, holding out my hand to him and he took it.

Draco stood up carefully, minding the low ceiling above his head and the baby in his arms. He stooped back down to grab the nappy bag, but then he let me lead him out of there and back down to the nursery on the second floor.

"It's a good thing I came when I did; you wouldn't have been able to hole up there with the baby all night," I said as we walked down the stairs.

"I have everything I need. I stocked this bag with bottles, formula, water, nappies, wipes, and two changes of clothes. Ceres and I could've slept up there," Draco replied.

"Well you'll be more comfortable down here. There's a bed in the nursery for you to sleep on."

Draco stopped suddenly on the stairs and asked, "Where will you be sleeping?"

"Up on the top floor in the room next to the one you were in; that's where my room is," I answered, wondering what the matter was now.

"I want to sleep on the top floor too. Put the crib up there for Ceres, please?" Draco's eyes were wide and pleading.

I debated the issue internally for a moment. Did I want to tear up Teddy's room to appease Draco's crazy paranoia? Ultimately I went with another idea. "Why don't I sleep down there in the guest bedroom next to the nursery?" I offered.

That was agreeable to Draco and he got moving again. I was tired from a long night's work and tried to settle him in for the night, only to find him following me to the kitchen when I went to eat my supper. I worried he was going to try to follow me into the bath too, which I absolutely wouldn't allow, but he didn't. It seemed that as long as he could hear me going about my business on the same floor, he was alright. He didn't follow me into the guest bedroom either, although he did ask that I keep my door open; his door he wanted locked, because of the whole veela thing, but it would be easier for me to hear his calls for help if my door was left open. I tried to reassure him that I was resistant to that sort of thing, but it fell on deaf ears.

As I was finally drifting off to sleep in the wee hours of the morning, I decided that I was taking Draco's crazy arse to a mind healer first chance I got. The Muggles obviously weren't making that shite up, because he clearly had a phobia of being left alone without protection. That was made blatantly obvious by the fact that he'd freaked despite the fact that he knew that he was in my house, under my protection, and that I was coming back soon.

I figured that without major help, sending him back to Malfoy Manor to live on his own with only his daughter would be impossible. I had offered that he could stay on with me, but if that was to happen, he'd at least have to calm down and be okay on his own while I was at work. Hopefully the Janus Thickey ward would help him and maybe even fix him up completely. That would probably take time though and I was expected to work again tomorrow. Thus I decided to fire-call Dromeda and Molly tomorrow and see if either of them felt like babysitting Draco for me. Dromeda might do it, because technically she was his only living adult relative and might feel responsible. Molly, on the other hand, was easily enticed by newborns; she might come and watch him just to hold Ceres.

I slept peacefully and deeply for several long hours, which was a relief after such a long day. I must've finally begun to relax, because I fell into one of those vaguely erotic dreams in which my ex-boyfriend Patrick was in bed with me. Patrick was the Muggle I dated after being dumped by Ginny and having a minor sexuality crisis. I'd gone Muggle due to the media pressure associated with being the Savior of the Wizarding world. In the beginning, I didn't know what I was doing and second guessing my emotions. I was still constantly in the spotlight and that wasn't the type of thing I wanted every witch and wizard in the country gossiping over. So I'd started with Muggle clubs and exploring London's gay scene.

Max had been the first to come up and ask me for a dance. Dancing was easier with a man than with a woman. He'd kissed me there in the club and that was the first inkling I had that I was moving in the right direction. There had been other Muggles, more kissing, a few dates, and then I'd met Patrick. I couldn't exactly take a Muggle back to my place and there was no way I was going to do anything more than kiss in public, even if it was amongst the anonymity of Muggle London. That ended most of those relationships before they got started, the exception being Patrick.

Patrick hadn't minded that I couldn't take him back to my place, buying my story that I was an orphan living with mates. I told him I was a cop and that my housemates were a bunch of straight male cops who didn't know I was gay. He said it was fine and he had his own small flat in London that he invited me to. Things just clicked with him. He showed me around the city, taking me to places I'd never been before, in addition to the more typical movie nights and fancy dinners. We'd done everything together and he was my first when it came to almost every gay milestone.

The problem with dating a Muggle was all of the lies. I had to keep my wand hidden and couldn't cast any spells, but I could live with that. It was the lies that destroyed us.

Patrick was a smart bloke and he soon realized that I wasn't familiar with typical Muggle-cop terms and events. I tried to explain that I was a special sort of detective, but my young age made that unbelievable. Muggles didn't make detective under twenty and I couldn't mention my defeat of a certain dark wizard to support my claims. Then there was the fact that I had no friends or family to introduce him to, other than Ron and Hermione. Maybe I could've tried with Seamus and Neville, but after the bad impression Ron made, I didn't want to risk it. The final straw was when I was noticed by a group of Hogwarts aged fan-girls, dressed in full Wizarding robes, who wanted my autograph. After that Patrick knew I'd been lying to him about something big and the relationship fell apart.

I considered telling Patrick the truth about the Wizarding world, but then a really big case hit at work and I was swamped. When things settled down again, I realized that I didn't really miss him all that much. I missed the sex, but I just wasn't in love with him. Sex was better with him than with Ginny, although by that point, I was pretty sure that that was due to Patrick's cock and Ginny's lack of one. He'd been a good start, but the relationship just wasn't worth revealing the Magical world to a Muggle.

I'd been single for a few months now and even come out in the Wizarding world with a night at the local Wizarding gay club, but I hadn't found Mr. Right. My fame worked against me, attracting wizards who only wanted me because I was Harry Potter. I hadn't given up hope, reminding myself that I'd only been on the market for a few months and that someone would come along for me eventually. But for now, when I found myself in need of release, it was Patrick I thought about.

Everything in my dream was a hazy blur, except for the sharp tingles running up and down my body. I was horny, but without a clear outlet for it until the tall, slender form of Patrick emerged. We kissed, his hot lips pressed firmly to mine and his blond hair falling in my eyes, so that those pale strands were all I could see. Then we were having sex and I cried out in pleasure. He pulled away, but his face was no longer blurry and definitely no longer belonged to my ex. Now it was Draco with me and it felt so real and so right.

I woke up with a start, covered in sweat, with a wet warmth spreading in my pants. I threw back my covers, letting the cold air cool my body, as I caught my breath. Then I heard it: the sound of a throat clearing. It instantly had my Auror instincts snapping into action, my head jerking over to the door, where Draco stood. I was already reaching for the bedside table where I keep my wand, before I realized it was just Draco. Draco was supposed to be here, so there was no real danger. I let my hand fall limply down to the mattress, my mind racing. There was an excited second where I hoped my dream was about to come true.

"I thought you were immune to veela," Draco said with a self-satisfied smirk.

"That was you?" I asked.

To answer my question, he focused his eyes on me and I felt a pull towards him. If I wasn't panting so hard, I would've been trying to impress him with a number of stupid things that ran through my head. I almost boasted of being the Savior of the Wizarding world, even though everyone already knew that and I normally wanted nothing more than for everyone to forget it. As I regained my breath, I asked, "Why?"

"Because I wanted to see what you would do. I had to make sure I was safe. You're resisting; that's a good start. If you tried to jump me, then I'd subdue you. Ceres and I would be out of here before you come to." As Draco spoke, he fiddled with the wand in his hands.

He didn't have a wand of his own and the one in his hands looked very familiar. One look at my empty bedside table confirmed that it was my wand he held. "Can I have my wand back now?"

"No, not yet. I need to know what you plan on doing with it," Draco replied.

"Casting a cleaning charm, what else?"

"You'd be surprised."

"Yeah? Well I'm already surprised. I've never had a veela affect me like that," I said, thinking back to the Quidditch World Cup I attended during my school days. Those veela had me out of my seat to get a better look, but at least I wasn't trying to climb over the railing like Ron. Fleur too had never really gotten to me the way she did the other boys.

"Let me guess: you've only ever seen female veela. My allure seems to be of the male variety. It's stronger on females and gay men. That is a good part of why I initially chose a shelter for males. I take it you are not as straight as I thought."

"You obviously haven't read the Prophet in months. That was front page news for practically forever."

"Glad I missed it."

"So can I have my wand now, or what?" I asked, growing irritated with the conversation and with the cooling pool of spunk in my pants.

"Are you mad at me?"

"For what?"

"For testing you, for taking your wand, and for figuring out that you are a flaming poof."

"Pot calling the kettle black there, Malfoy," I replied.

"Huh?"

"You just had a baby; you're obviously just as much of a flaming poof as I am."

"I'm infertile with witches and I have always known that I would have to procreate in order to continue the Malfoy line." Draco held his head up high when he said this, as if his sexuality had nothing to do with liking cock. He seemed to stand taller and straighter when he was uncomfortable.

"And how long have you known that you're infertile with witches?"

"Over a month now."

"Exactly."

"But I did suspect it all along."

"Right…Can I have my wand back or what?"

"As soon as you promise that you are not planning revenge or an attack on me in any way." As Draco spoke, he tapped my wand against the palm of his other hand.

I closed my eyes in exasperation, before making the promise. He returned my wand and left the room before I cast the first cleaning spell. I still felt dirty afterwards, so I showered and changed. Once I was presentable I went looking for him, only to find that he'd locked me out of the nursery, him and Ceres inside.

I knocked on the door and called, "Draco? Are you okay in there?"

"Fine," came the reply, but the lock did not budge.

"If you're fine, then I'm going back to sleep." The sun was shining, but it was far too early for me to be up when I was on nightshift again tonight.

"Alright," he said through the door.

I went back to bed, only now I couldn't get Draco out of my head. Despite my earlier release, I was horny again. I tried thinking of Patrick, considering the possibility that what I needed was a good shag to clear my head, but I couldn't clear Draco from my mind. Thoughts of Draco's hair, lips, skin, and even his voice had me aroused. I'd never thought of Draco like that before, but now I did and I couldn't stop. I wouldn't admit it out loud, but I had to admit to myself, at least, that he was hot. I continued thinking about Draco in that way while I went back into the loo and jerked off.

I tried again to sleep, but couldn't, so I got dressed for the day instead. Then I went back to the nursery to let him know I was going downstairs for breakfast. He'd already eaten, but only moments after I tucked into my meal, he entered the kitchen with Ceres on his shoulder. He eyed me warily, before taking a seat at the opposite end of the table. He let Kreacher serve him juice and toast, but declined the full meal.

We sat in silence as I ate. When I finished, I looked up at him and asked, "What was that about? This morning, I mean?"

"I told you, I was testing you," he answered.

"To see if I'd what, jump you or something?"

Draco nodded.

"It wasn't to see if I'm attracted to you?" Part of me wanted him to say it was; a really large part. If this was a come-on, then there was a possibility the dream could come true.

"In case you haven't noticed, Potter, I had a baby just last week. It's a bit too soon for me to start coming on to you," Draco drawled, one eyebrow quirked suggestively.

"Now that you know where you stand with me, I think it only fair I know the same about you in return," I shot back, a bit defensively.

"Like everyone else, I wanted your attention from day one. However, over the years I have come to realize that getting your attention isn't worth it. I only wanted to know how much to be on guard around you," he revealed.

That gave me hope. If he wanted my attention before, then he might want it again. It also meant that he wasn't among the legion of obsessed fans drooling over me, which was good. I could be the one in pursuit of him, which was appealing. "Did you test all of the muggles you've come into contact with too?" I asked another and he nodded. "Why?"

"To see who I need to stay away from."

"And I passed the test? Because I restrained myself?"

"Yes. It's more than most gay men. That's how I found a safe room in that first shelter for so long."

"What, you went around giving off allure in the middle of the night and seeing who responded?"

Draco nodded and added, "I found a corner room surrounded by unusually resistant straight men. I asked to be moved there. There was only one bed available at first, so I had to share. But after this one bloke broke in to get to me, my roommate punched him and broke his nose. They made both muggles leave and then I had the room to myself."

"And at the women's shelter? You said your allure is stronger with women, didn't you?" I asked.

"Yes, that was a problem, but women aren't as sex crazy as men. I just give them all a strong burst in the middle of the night and then they had their fix until the next night." He shrugged, as if inducing mass wet dreams was no big deal.

"Is that how you coped with Hogwarts too?"

Draco shook his head, "No, I had other forms of magic then. I had my wand to protect myself and potions to dampen down the allure. It's only been since the final battle that I've had to resort to such undignified means."

When he said this, I thought of the prostitutes who worked Knockturn Alley. It didn't matter how many times we busted them, they would be right back on the corner the next day. They all had hard luck stories and seemed to be the result of abusive childhoods and bad decisions. They had one reason or another why they couldn't hold down a real job; kicked out of Hogwarts, born squibs, war injury damaged their wand arm, and the like. Most of them were addicted to mind-numbing potions, which only made things worse. That side of society was probably the only thing my messed up childhood sheltered me from.

Draco wasn't that bad yet, but he had been through a lot and he was using sexual gratification to keep himself safe, which was a bad sign. He needed help and the last thing I told myself before going to bed last night was that I was going to get him help. I needed to get Draco into therapy with a real mind healer as soon as bloody possible, because I was not about to put up with crazy panicky Draco any longer than absolutely necessary. I would use my pull as the Savior of the Wizarding world to get him seen right away, if need be. I might not have to though, because my status as an Auror demanding treatment for a witness would probably be enough to cover it.

I wanted to take care of that right that minute, but there was his phobia of being left alone to consider. Thus I did the only thing I could do: I called Molly Weasley and Andromeda Tonks over to help.

Dromeda brought Teddy with her and when the toddler didn't cower in fear as expected around someone like Bellatrix, Draco came out from behind me and gave her a chance. I went to leave, but Draco stopped me. I tried to reassure him that these two witches were perfectly capable of defending him and Ceres, and no, Dromeda wasn't even a little crazy, despite the resemblance. Draco didn't look convinced.

"But what if we're attacked?" he asked.

"We already discussed this Malfoy; Dromeda and Molly are both formidable witches. They will protect you and the baby."

"Until you hear and come in from the other room. But you are not going to be in the other room. You aren't going to be here at all. How will you know when we need you to come back?"

"So what, you need a monitoring medallion like a child?" I joked under my breath, exasperated. I thought he wouldn't catch it, but he did. His response, a curt nod, was even more unexpected. "Alright, I'll pick one up for you while I'm out."

"And Ceres' too, but she is much too young for a necklace; she will need an anklet," Draco replied.

"Alright, can I go now? I promise I'll be right back," I replied and he agreed.

I had to wait in line to make the appointment, but I was indeed able to get Draco scheduled to be seen right away. In St. Mungo's speak, that translates to next week, as opposed to three months from now.

After St. Mungo's, I apparated to Diagon Alley where I found a set of monitoring jewelry. The set was designed for a parent of three, so that with one monitoring medallion on me, I could monitor Teddy, Ceres, and Draco simultaneously. Ceres would wear an anklet with a turquoise stone carrying the charm, while Draco's stone was on a long chain that could be slipped around his neck, and Teddy's stone was in a bracelet, because he was a little older. The set came with an extra bracelet with a hole set in place to hold the stone, for when Ceres outgrew her anklet.

Then as promised, I went straight home, handing out the monitoring jewelry and letting Draco know when his appointment was. Upon my return, I realized that I'd been anxious too. Part of me feared that he'd be gone by the time I got home; that I'd never see him again and that I'd never have a chance to make him mine. As he let me fasten the necklace around his neck, I realized that wasn't the case. Not only would he be living with me, giving me all the time in the world to make him mine, but he was already asking me to claim him, with the monitoring charm. He would never let just anyone have that sort of power over him. This meant he trusted me and from someone who seemed to trust no one, that was a good start.

Author's Note: I imagine a slow build to a nice happily ever after from there, but that isn't part of the story. The story ended at the end of chapter 1, because this is an oneshot. Please Review!