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I’m patiently waiting for you to arrive
I wanna meet you so much I could cry
I wonder whose hands and whose eyes you will have
I wonder if you’re gonna smile like your dad
Nothing you ever do will be so wrong
You belong, you belong
And I wanna help you be better than me
There won’t be a star in the sky you can’t reach
I’ll wipe off your tears, but I’ll let them fall first
And I will be brave when you fall and get hurt
You can be you, you don’t have to be strong
’Cause you belong, you belong
You belong, you know I don’t know your name
But I can’t wait to say it
And I don’t know your face
But I bet it will blow me away
Draco walked into the house, quiet except for the music, and locked the door behind him, letting the smooth tones of his lover, his husband of so many years, wash over him. He was tired. It had been an exhausting day both emotionally and mentally, and Evan’s voice floating above the music helped soothe the ache in his heart just as he was sure it settled Evan’s own.
I’ll show you what love is and all that you’re worth
You’ll show me how to put somebody else first
I hope you like music as much as I do
That you’ll understand that I’m there when I’m gone
It’s probably too much for me to say in a song
But you belong, you belong
You belong, you know I don’t know your name
But I can’t wait to say it
And I don’t know your face
But I know it will blow me away
I’m feeling and watching you grow everyday
It’s so amazing, so why am I afraid?
We packed up to move and we’re painting you room
I can’t believe I’ll be holding you soon
Safe in my arms where you’re finally calm
You belong, you belong
You belong, you belong
As he listened, he thought about the first time he had heard this song. The first time Evan had played it for him, well, not just for him but for their baby. Evan had written the song when he had been carrying what they later found out was twins. They had only seen one baby in all the initial scans, so it had been quite a surprise when presented with identical twin boys with Evan’s dark hair and Draco’s grey eyes. Twins they had named Rowan Eltannin and Sage Thuban Jamieson. Neither of them had wanted their boys to be burdened with the expectations of either the Potter or Malfoy names, so Jamieson had been the best option. In any case, Potter was no longer Evan’s name. This way, while the boys might be believed to be muggle-borns, it was better than all the expectations that would go with being the sons of either Draco Malfoy or Harry Potter.
Today had been draining because it was the first of September, and they had just dropped their sons off at magic school and wouldn’t be seeing them again until the winter holidays. It was a long time to be away from their sons, and despite the boys’ excitement, neither father had been particularly enthused by it. They had had a long discussion shortly after the twins had first shown their accidental magic and finally decided in favour of Beauxbatons rather than Hogwarts. Despite it being in a different country, it wasn’t really much more difficult to reach than Hogwarts and Evan had been completely against his precious babies going to the place where he had faced his death every year he had gone to Hogwarts.
Draco had tried to convince the singer that things would be different for their sons without Voldemort or his Death Eaters around, but Evan wasn’t having any of it. What had finally convinced the blonde to let the twins go to France for their schooling was the fact that it was very possible that people would recognize the Malfoy or Potter genes in their sons at Hogwarts and cause problems for their children. So they had dropped their sons at the coaches pulled by giant abraxans headed for Beauxbatons this morning in Paris. Watching their sons take their first steps towards independence had been more than a little heart-wrenching.
Shaking himself out of his mood, Draco headed towards the music room and his husband. He leaned against the doorjamb and admired the man he had married all those many years ago and loved for even longer. The man who had stolen his heart with his song and his warmth. Evan hadn’t really changed much in the years since they had met again. There was a little grey in his hair these days, but his face and his body were still just as fit and fine as he had been at thirty. In fact, the fine grey strands at his lover’s temples just made him all the more attractive to Draco. As he watched, Evan hummed the last few lines to the song and looked up.
“Trying to tell me something?” Draco drawled as he straightened and strolled towards his love.
Evan smiled wryly, “Not hardly. The two we have are enough trouble.” He said but turned thoughtful, “Although the house has been rather quiet since we dropped them off.”
“We could, you know, have more kids, I mean. For wizards, we are still rather young. I could even carry this time around.” Draco added, sitting down on the piano bench next to Evan and nudging him gently.
“No. I don’t know….maybe?” Evan hedged, looking torn as Draco slipped an arm around the brunet and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
“Think about it. We have time. And now we even have the energy; with the boys away at school, we hopefully won’t have to run after those two terrors of ours.”
“Hah, here’s hoping they don’t get into any trouble on their first day there.” Evan said, smiling fondly as he thought about his sons, “If I didn’t know better, I’d swear they were related to the Weasley twins.” he commented, making Draco grimace.
Despite their friendship with George Weasley and his family over the years, Draco still didn’t much care for the rest of the Weasley family.
“Well, we are related, distantly.” He remarked and then stretched and stood up, “Come on, we have the whole house to ourselves now, and there will be no interruptions. How about we try to re-christen every room in the house as many times as we can manage before the winter holidays.” He asked, leering at Evan.
“Now that is an idea I can get behind. Literally.”Evan answered as he took Draco’s offered hand.
“Lame,” Draco remarked, smirking teasingly as he pulled the love of his life into his arms. And kissed any reply Evan might have been thinking of making out of his mind.