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The Reason	By : jameschick Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6117 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Reason
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Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: MPREG

Author notes: A very big thank you to VCCV (Lara) who gave me valuable con-crit on this story before posting.

Potter,

Meet me in the courtyard tonight. Midnight.

I have something you will need to win the war.

Come alone.

The note, which he'd found on his desk after coming back from the potions supply closet was unsigned, but he'd know that perfect, slanted script anywhere. Malfoy. The question now was, should he go?

He wasn't stupid, no matter that Snape told him so on a daily basis. He knew the war was coming. He knew that his days were numbered. School would be over in a matter of days and he would be thrust out into the real world. A target. Voldemort would come for him and they would fight to the death. Neither can live while the other survives.

But why was Malfoy offering information? Sure, he was a coward, and probably scared shitless of having to actually join the Death Eaters and kill someone. 'He probably just wants me to kill Voldie so he won't have to get his hands dirty,' Harry thought.

He was stupid to even consider it. It was probably going to be a waste of his time. He was still going to do it. Gryffindor bravery and all that. If there was the slightest chance that what Malfoy had to say could turn things in his favour, well, he had to hear him out didn't he?

It was that very thought that had him sneaking through the halls beneath his Invisibility Cloak at ten minutes to midnight on his way to the courtyard. It had absolutely nothing to do with his own curiosity. He was doing this for wizard-kind, not himself.

Taking off the cloak and stuffing it under a bench, Harry sat and waited for Malfoy to show up. He didn't wait long as at exactly 12 a.m., Draco Malfoy stepped into the courtyard. A slightly surprised look crossed his face when he noticed Harry, but it was quickly schooled into the ever-present Malfoy sneer.

"Alright, I'm here, Malfoy. What is this information you have that'll help me?" Harry said.

Draco blinked. "Who said anything about information, Potter? My note merely said I had something you need to win the war. I never mentioned anything about information."

Harry rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Right. Well if you have nothing to say, then I'll just be off. Thanks ever so for wasting my time."

"Wait," Draco called out. "I don't have information, per say, but I do have something of value. Something that will ensure you will fight to the best of your abilities."

Harry waited for further explanation. When it didn't come he crossed his arms over his chest and huffed. "Well? What is it then?"

"You honestly think I'm just going to hand it over? I'm a Slytherin, Potter, not a Hufflepuff. I propose a trade."

"A trade?" Harry asked. "A trade for what?"

"You give me what I want, and I'll give you what you need," Malfoy spoke calmly.

"And what could I possibly have that you would want," Harry asked. "My oversized, hand-me-downs? My Chocolate Frog card collection? Oh, I know, perhaps you want my status as an honorary Weasley," Harry replied snidely. "I have nothing of value to you, Malfoy." 'Except my cloak and my broom,' Harry thought, 'and you're not getting those.'

Then again, if it came down to winning the war or keeping his most treasured possessions, he knew he would give them to Malfoy. The bastard.

"Oh please," Malfoy sneered. "Like I'd want any of those things." Draco walked slowly and surely toward Harry until he was standing right in front of him. "What I want is you, in my bed, willingly, for one night," Draco ignored the look of shocked repulsion on Harry's face and continued. "You come to me, to my room, as a lover tomorrow night, and when you leave the next morning, you get what I promised."

Harry was stunned. So stunned he couldn't even blink. Malfoy wanted to sleep with him? What kind of game was he playing? If he thought he was just going to bend over and take it, he had another think coming. "What the fuck, Malfoy?" Harry shouted as he came out of his shock to see the smirking face of the boy in front of him. "Is this some kind of sick joke, because if it is, it isn't funny. People are going to die in this war, Malfoy. People we know, people we love, and you stand here leading me on about this grand thing you have that can help me win, and it turns out to be nothing but a fucking joke to you!"

"I'm not joking," Draco said. "I've never been more serious in my life. I want to help you, Harry. I do, but I need something from you in return. This is what I've chosen; one night with you not hating me. One night where you pretend to love me. One night where you touch me with gentleness instead of violence, love instead of hatred. I want one night where I get to be Draco and not Malfoy. If you can do this, if you can bring yourself to get over your hatred and bigotry then you will get what you need to win. If not, then we part ways two days from now, when school ends, and we meet on the battlefield."

Harry looked at Draco; really looked at him. Gone was the sneering expression he usually wore. There was no hint of malice in his eyes, no defiance in his stance. This confused Harry more than anything else. If Draco had been sneering, and making lewd assertions, at least he would know how to react. But in the face of this new Malfoy, this calm Malfoy, Harry didn�t know what to do.

"How can I trust you?" Harry asked. "How do I know that you aren't feeding me a line of bull. What guarantee do I have that I will get anything out of this if I do as you say?"

Draco grinned and reached into his pocket. "I have a contract," he said as he pulled out a rolled up parchment and presented it to Harry.

Harry took the contract, unrolled it and read it over. "Blood magic, Malfoy? Isn't that illegal?"

"No. Not in this case. It is a simple matter of a drop of blood from each of us, freely given, to activate the terms of the deal. If I do not live up to my end of the bargain, I forfeit my life to you. My name, my inheritance, everything I am and everything I have become yours to do with as you please. However, the same goes for you should you back out on our deal after you have given consent."

Harry thought it over carefully. One night with Malfoy and he would win the war. One night of... passion, with his rival, or months, possibly years of fighting with Voldemort and his followers. He could surrender his pride and his body to Draco, or he could surrender his life, and possibly those of his friends, to the snake-faced bastard who'd killed his parents. It wasn't much of a choice.

"I'll do it, Malfoy, but on one condition," Harry said.

"And that condition being," Draco prompted.

"That this remains between you and me. You don't tell your cronies, you don't use this as ammunition in our verbal spats and you don't use any kind of recording spells while we are in your room."

Draco pouted and made a mental reminder to deactivate the recording spell he had set up. He hadn't expected Harry to think of that. "Deal," Draco said and held out his hand. Harry looked at it askance and Draco sighed. "If you can't even bring yourself to shake my hand, how in Merlin's name are you going to manage to shag me?"

Harry reddened and lowered his eyes, but nonetheless reached out and took Draco's hand. "Deal."

A pin was conjured and both boys sealed the contract with a single drop of blood. Draco pocketed the scroll, and with a nod to Harry, headed back inside the castle. Harry sat back down on the bench, put his head in his hands and wondered how it was that he always managed to get into these situations. "Why me?" he asked no one in particular.

The next day, being a Saturday, was spent hiding in his room, behind his bed curtains, with Seamus' magazine collection. Harry was not a virgin, and while he had been with a guy - he had dated Seamus for a couple of months in sixth year - he had not done all that much, and he didn't want to look like a prat in front of Malfoy.

He practiced the spells needed for cleaning and lubrication - figuring he might need to perform them on himself if Malfoy didn't. He read up on the different positions and the benefits of each. He even went so far as to stretch himself out with a conjured dildo seeing as it had been over a year since he'd had anything more than his own fingers up there and he just knew that he was going be playing bottom tonight.

Finally though, he could put if off no longer. He showered and dressed in silk boxers, his nicest jeans and a jumper he'd gotten from Remus for Christmas. He wasn't about to show up in Malfoy's room wearing his fat cousin's cast offs.

Slipping into his Invisibility Cloak, Harry left Gryffindor tower and made his way toward the dungeons. Malfoy, being Head Boy this year, had his own room, so at least he didn't have to worry about getting through the Slytherin common room, or having the other seventh year boys showing up at the wrong time.

Lost in his thoughts, it didn't register that he was at his destination until he was standing right in front of the Head Boy's room. He cleared his throat nervously and raised his hand to knock. The door swung open and taking a deep breath, Harry stepped inside, removing his cloak as he did so.

He didn't know what he had expected, but this was not it. Draco's room was lit by dozens of floating candles, there were silk sheets on his bed, and soft music was playing in the background. Harry stood with his mouth open in shock for a moment, then a door opened on the other side of the room and Draco stepped through dressed only in a silk bathrobe.

'Maybe this won't be as difficult as I imagined,' Harry thought, for the boy standing before him was not the Malfoy he fought with, the one with the sharp tongue and always-ready insults. The one who was always impeccably dressed, whose hair was always slicked back to perfection. No, this boy, this man, in front of him was as different to Malfoy as night was to day. For one, he was dressed only in a fine, black silk bathrobe. The other more noticeable thing was that his hair was free of the gel he normally wore; it fell to his shoulders in a curtain of silk. His eyes, which were usually cold and guarded, were soft and filled with something akin to nervousness. Harry had to remind himself to breathe.

"Malfoy, I..."

"Draco," the blonde interrupted with a voice as sweet as honey. "Tonight, I'm Draco, not Malfoy, and you are Harry, not Potter."

"O-okay," Harry said softly and stepped further into the room. "So, what do we... I mean, how do we..."

Draco let out a soft chuckle and came toward the stammering boy in his room. He cupped Harry's cheek and brought his lips within a fraction of the other boy's before whispering softly, "First we kiss, and then we take it from there."

Draco's lips were soft beneath his own, Harry noted as he gave into the light pressure applied to his mouth. He closed his eyes and decided he rather liked kissing this boy who was, and yet was not, Malfoy. His hands, which had been hanging at his sides, came up to rest lightly on Draco's hips, his fingers sliding gently against the silky material of his robe. Draco gasped slightly as his hands made contact and Harry used the opportunity to deepen the kiss. He was somewhat surprised to feel the other boy practically melt into his embrace. Perhaps he wouldn't be playing bottom tonight after all.

Draco's arms slipped around Harry's neck and Harry slid one of his hands up Draco�s back and into that silky, soft, hair. He felt more than heard Draco moan and he couldn't help but tighten his grip and pull Draco's head back. He trailed kisses from those soft lips, across to his ear and then down his throat where he feasted on all that milky white flesh. He had promised, had signed an oath, to come here tonight as a lover, and now that he was here, he was finding it very easy to live up to his end of the agreement.

Tomorrow would be the last day of school, the last day of semi-normalness. After that it was off to Grimmauld place and into the middle of battle plans and bloody fights. This could be the last time he ever made love. The last time he would feel an intimate touch. The last time he would be able to just let go and enjoy the touch of another person. That it was Malfoy, in a way, was fitting. In some way, Draco Malfoy was as big a part of his life as Ron and Hermione were. He was the first wizard he ever met, and had been a constant presence in his life when everything and everyone else was fluctuating.

Kissing his way back to Draco's mouth, Harry let his hands begin to wander Draco's pliant body. He felt of his back, his shoulders, his arms and his neck. The silky slide of the material under his hands was very nice, but he wanted to touch skin. That thought in mind, he reached for the knotted sash and began to pull it free.

"Harry," Draco moaned softly as his robe came undone.

"Shh," Harry whispered. "I just want to touch you."

And touch him he did. His hands slid beneath the soft fabric to find even softer skin. Draco sighed and let his head fall back as Harry's lips traced his collarbones, as his hands slid down his back and came to rest on his ass. He couldn't help the moan that escaped when Harry squeezed his cheeks and bit his throat simultaneously. But he had played passive long enough.

Standing naked but for an open robe, Draco stepped out of Harry's arms and let him get a good look at what he had previously been touching. As Harry's eyes raked over him, Draco allowed himself a small, victorious grin. "Do you plan on staying clothed all night, Harry?" he asked softly and reached for the hem of the Gryffindor's jumper. "Because I really think it only fair, seeing as I'm practically nude here, that you undress as well."

Harry croaked and then cleared his throat. "Yeah, alright," he said and lifted his arms, allowing Draco to pull his jumper off and toss it to the floor.

"Very nice," Draco whispered softly as he took in Harry's broad shoulders, toned chest, and rippling abs. "Quidditch has certainly been good to you."

"I work out," Harry replied with a slight blush. "Part of my training."

"I like it," Draco said with a smile. "Especially these," he continued as his finger traced the well defined six-pack.

"Thanks," Harry said, starting to feel a bit awkward. It was so much easier when they didn't speak. Draco seemed to notice his discomfiture, and took another step closer.

"Enough talking," he said and then pressed his lips back to those of the gorgeous man in front of him. Harry's arms came up and wrapped around him instantly, pulling him closer so that they were chest to chest. The feel of naked skin on naked skin was exhilarating and both of them let out soft moans before delving deeper into the kiss.

Hands came into play and as Harry slid the robe down Draco's shoulders, Draco reached for and undid the fastenings of Harry's jeans. Harry toed off his shoes, and stepped out of his trousers as Draco's robe fluttered to the floor behind him.

Left only in socks and boxers, Harry directed their still intertwined bodies toward the bed where he lay Draco down on his back before laying on top of him.

There was a large part of Harry that wanted nothing more than to plunge deep into Draco's body and fuck him for all he was worth. It had been a considerable amount of time since he'd been intimate with anyone, and as attractive as Seamus was, he paled in comparison to the body now writhing beneath him. Funny how he had never noticed how beautiful Draco was until tonight.

The other, smaller part of him wanted to see if he could make Draco beg. This part - his Slytherin part if you please - wanted to hear Draco ask, beg, plead, for Harry to take him, to drive his cock deep inside of him. He wanted to tease him, taste him, bring him to the brink and then leave him hanging until he gave in and did what Harry wanted. Unfortunately - or fortunately, depending on how you looked at it - for Draco, it was this smaller part of him that won.

As Draco wiggled into a more comfortable position, Harry began to explore the expanse of skin laid out before him. He kissed and nibbled on prominent collarbones, slid his tongue around pert, pink nipples, lightly tugged at the trail of hair beneath Draco's navel with his teeth, and then softly blew puffs of warm breath over the wet tip of the blonde's erection. Draco made a rather pretty noise at that so he did it again.

"Bloody tease," Draco murmured and grinned when he heard Harry chuckle softly. The grin was immediately replaced with a slack jawed expression as he was engulfed in wet warmth as Harry sucked him down to the root. He had expected a good shagging when he'd made this arrangement; a blowjob however was not something he had counted on. It was never the less quite welcome.

As Harry played Draco's body like a finely tuned instrument, he found himself wondering why Draco wanted him this way. Seven years of fighting, seven years of insults and hexes, seven years of bitter rivalry; how did they end up here, like this? Had Draco always wanted this? Why, of all the things he could extort from Harry, was sex what he asked for. And more importantly, why was he taking the passive role?

Ever since he'd agreed to this the night before, he had been sure that Draco would use this opportunity to humiliate him. To lay him bare in every sense of the word. To mock him. He was certain that this night would consist of him bending over and Draco using him to take his own pleasure.

That Draco was presently squirming underneath him as he teased the pale boy almost mercilessly, that he was pulling at Harry's hair and then twisting the sheets in his grasp alternately, that he was panting and moaning and at times even shouting words of praise and encouragement, well, that made Harry think twice about what he really knew of the man who's bed he now lay in.

Seven years ago, Draco Malfoy was a spoiled, arrogant, rich, snob of a boy. But that was seven years ago. Hard to believe, but Harry was beginning to realize that to him, Draco had always been that annoying eleven year old boy. He hadn't noticed that his rival had grown up, that he had changed from the pointy-faced boy he hated, to this almost delicately beautiful young man beneath him.

This young man who was swearing and sweating and all but begging to be taken.

Pulling off the hard, pulsating, prick in his mouth, Harry slowly slid upwards and captured Draco's panting mouth in a fiery kiss. He reached down, between pale spread thighs and wandlessly applied both cleaning and lubricating charms to Draco's entrance. Draco moaned his pleasure, and using his feet, pushed Harry's boxers down his slim hips to free his needy cock.

"Please, oh Harry, please," Draco mumbled as Harry slipped a finger inside of him.

"Shh, relax, Draco. It's coming, I promise," Harry whispered across the blonde's lips as he pushed as second finger into the warm, wet, tightness of Draco's body. "I don't want to hurt you."

Draco reached down, and grasped Harry's cock in his fist, his eyes opened wide as he felt the size of the tool in his hand and he grinned up at the other boy. "Ah, I see," he said with a grin that quickly morphed into an open-mouthed 'O' of pleasure as Harry stroked his prostate and then added a third finger.

After several strokes, Harry pushed a fourth and final finger into Draco's ass as the blonde hissed at the burning sensation of having four fingers buried deep inside him. "If you even think of trying to add your thumb, I will be forced to hex you," he panted.

Harry smiled and shook his head. "Wasn't thinking of it. I am now though," he added just to shake the other boy up.

"Harry," Draco whined and clamped down on Harry's fingers. "Stop fucking around and fuck me already!" he all but demanded.

Harry pushed his fingers in one more time, rubbing over Draco's prostate, before withdrawing them completely. "Try to relax," he whispered as he placed his cock-head at the stretched opening. "I'll go slow."

Draco groaned as Harry began pushing his way in. "Oh hell yes," he hissed as he felt himself stretch further. Harry's cock size had to be the best-kept secret at Hogwarts. If word of this had gotten out, he'd have had to beat the Slytherin girls off with a stick!

When Harry was finally, fully sheathed inside Draco, he leaned in and kissed him sweetly. "Tell me when you're ready," he spoke softly and kissed him again.

"I've been ready since I walked into the room and saw you standing there," Draco said as he bucked his hips, trying to get more of Harry inside him. "Move, please, I want to feel you."

Harry couldn't contain the feeling those words, spoken in that lust-filled voice, had on him. "Gods, Draco," he moaned as he pulled out only to slowly push back in. "You feel so fucking good, I could spend the rest of my life inside you."

Draco gasped at Harry's admission and reached up to fist his hand in his hair, pulling him down to kiss him. "Yes, please do," he whispered before their lips met.

Harry moved with long, sure strokes. Each time he plunged deep inside, Draco would tighten around him. They moved together like they had been doing this for years instead of only minutes. Harry found the perfect angle to stimulate Draco's sweet spot, and made sure he used it to his full advantage. He watched as Draco's eyes rolled back in his head, as he chewed his bottom lip, as he thrashed his head from side to side. Then finally, taking pity on him, Harry moved his hand between their sweat soaked bodies and gripped his needy flesh in his fist.

"Fuck, Harry! Yes, oh Merlin, yes!" Draco hollered as Harry began to stroke him hard and fast. The long steady thrusts turned to a short fast frenzied pace and before long both were screaming their completion as they clung to one another in the damp silken sheets.

As Harry lay panting, still deep inside Draco, he felt a tingly sensation wash over his body and that of the one beneath him. "What was that?" he muttered thickly into Draco's ear.

"Magic," Draco answered with a soft smile on his face.

"M'okay," Harry slurred sleepily as he wriggled his way out of Draco's body and rolled off to the side.

Draco snuggled against him and laid a soft kiss to his lips. "Sleep, Harry. You've definitely earned it."

Harry said nothing as he was already drifting off, but Draco smiled as Harry's arms moved to pull him closer. It might be the only time he would ever have Harry like this, but it had been worth the wait. It had been worth the years of frustration, and if things panned out, it would be worth the wrath he would yet have to face when Harry found out what he'd done.

When Harry woke the next morning, the bed was empty. On further inspection, he noticed that not only was the bed empty, the entire room was empty. Everything that made this room look lived in, the photos, the trophies, the mirrors and wall hangings, everything that made this room Draco's, was gone.

"What the bloody..." Harry trailed off, his rant cut short as he spied a sheet of parchment on the bedside table. Sitting up and slipping his glasses on, he unfolded it.

Dear Harry,

I hope that after the events of last night I can still call you Harry. If you decide that that is not an option by the time you finish this letter I will understand.

By now you have noticed my absence and are probably thinking all sorts of derogatory things about me. I can understand your frustration. You probably think that I have left without fulfilling my end of our bargain. I assure you that is not the case.

Are you sitting down, Harry? If not, you probably should be. You will most likely remember last night when just after we made love (and yes, that is how I think of it) there was a tingling sensation that covered our bodies. You asked about it and I replied that it was magic. I did not lie to you. It was. In fact, it was a very powerful spell that was taking effect.

I'm betting that right about now your nostrils are flaring in anger thinking I have tricked you in some way. I suppose, in a manner of speaking you would be correct. See, when I told you that I had something of value, something that would ensure you would fight to the best of your abilities, I lied. Now before you do something rash and Gryffindorish, calm down. I lied then, I didn't have it when I made our agreement but I do have it now.

See, I've figured out what it is that you need to defeat the Dark Lord. It isn't power, you have that. It isn't a weapon, a wand is all a wizard needs in battle - although I have reason to suspect that you are beyond the need for one now. What you need, my dear Harry, is a reason.

You have no one to fight for. Your parents are dead, as well as your godfather - you have no family other than those despicable muggles. I know you have your friends, but they aren't enough of a reason for you to kill in cold blood. If they were, You-Know-Who would have been dead by now. Every year you have faced Him and every year you have both walked away relatively intact.

Well, this time it isn't going to be like that. The Dark Lord grows tired of these games. I have heard from reputable sources that He will not toy with you this time around. The Death Eaters have been issued an order to kill you on sight. It is you or Him, Harry.

By now you are wondering what reason I could possibly give you that would make you fight harder. I will tell you. (This is the part you need to be sitting down for Harry) I am pregnant.

There is a very rare and difficult to brew potion that has been black-listed, but not made illegal, that when taken a few hours before intercourse will allow a male to conceive and carry a child to term. When I heard of the order to kill you on sight, I came up with this plan. I know how much family means to you, Harry, and so I am giving you one. Fight for it. Fight for us, myself and your unborn child.

Imagine a world where our son or daughter has to grow up under His rule. A world where children are tortured and maimed because of who their parents are. A world where his or her friends will be chosen not by compatibility, but by bloodlines.

Imagine what will happen if He finds out who the child�s other parent is. Imagine what will happen to us, Harry. What my father would do to me, to our child.

Imagine all of this, and then make sure it doesn't happen. I believe in you, Harry. I know you can beat Him. Believe in yourself and when the time comes, think of our baby, and kill that snake-faced bastard!

I will be waiting for you, if you want me, for as long as it takes. If you haven't guessed it by now, I love you, Harry Potter. I think I always have.

When the fighting is done, I will contact you through Severus. Please try to look out for him. He's the only person I have that I still consider family, besides our child of course, and you - if you will have me.

Good luck to you, though you don't need it.

All my love,

Draco

Harry folded the letter and let it drop onto his lap. He was going to be a father. A baby. His baby. He thought over Draco's words, how life under Voldemort's reign would be. How much danger his and Draco's son or daughter would be in just because he or she was his child. He couldn't let that happen. No matter what, even if he had to give his own life in the process, he would kill Voldemort.

Draco was right. He had needed a reason to fight. Now he had one.

�Actually,� he thought with a smile as he remembered the night before, �he had two.�

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