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“HARRY JAMES MALFOY!!!”
Harry paled at the bellow echoing through the Manor from the top of the stairs. “Oh, Merlin, Ellie, hide me!” He whispered, his fearful gaze darting between the doorway and the house-elf. Pansy and Blaise had left just that morning, and Draco had been getting steadily snippier with him since then.
Ellie just smiled and replied: “If Master Harry is not liking Master Draco’s temper, maybe he should not be making Master Draco pregnant.”
Harry flushed, then mumbled, “Well, in my defense, I was told it was impossible.”
Ellie looked at him incredulously. “Is not impossible for Sinicae! Is happening often.” She said with a vehement nod, ears flapping wildly.
“Yes, but- Oh, never mind.” Harry gave up with a sigh. “It’s a long story, anyway.” He mumbled.
Draco’s head appeared in the doorway. “Ah, there you are.” He purred, an icy grin fixed on his face.
Harry gulped. “Um, Love, before you begin whatever horribly bloody revenge has you smiling like that, would you mind telling me what I did to deserve it?”
“Granger sent us these,” he held up a pack of disposable diapers, “for the babies. They’re Muggle.” He drawled in obvious disgust.
“How is that my fault?!” Harry complained.
Draco gritted his teeth. “She’s your friend. Bottom line is: we’re not using these.”
Harry sighed. “Listen, I’m not changing any cloth diapers, nor am I cleaning them.”
Draco sneered. “Well, of course not. That’s what house-elves are for.”
“Draco, you remember how Hermione feels about house-elves, right?” Harry asked hesitantly.
“Yes. Should I care?” Draco asked, handing Ellie the pack of diapers. “Dispose of these, please.” He told the elf.
“Draco, if we have a house-elf do most of our child-rearing, I’m never going to hear the end of it from Hermione.”
“I don’t care, Potter.”
“Malfoy.” Harry corrected.
“Wanker.” Draco settled on. “Deal with it. It’s how I was raised, after all, and I turned out fine.”
Harry had his doubts about that, but was wise enough to keep them to himself.
*****
Draco frowned down at the letter he had just received from a non-descript barn owl, and read it again.
“Dear Draco and Harry Malfoy,
This letter comes from a Sinicus community not too far from your Manor. We are writing to offer you a place within our group.
Living with us would not only allow you to better understand and more fully embrace your Sinicus instincts without fear of censure, but it would also afford your children the chance to grow up familiar with what will become of their lives after their majority.
If you choose to come live in our community, you will still have the option of returning to Hogwarts for the rest of your final year of schooling, once your children are born.
                   We ask only that you fully consider this offer before you reply.
                   Sincerely,
                             The Sinicae of Sinicus Creek”
“Harry, can you come here?” Draco called out, not wanting to move his overlarge pregnant body from its comfortable seat.
“Hang on!” Harry’s voice emerged from the nursery. Draco smiled as he heard a thump and the muffled curse, then Harry was in the doorway, looking just a bit ruffled. “Yeah?”
Draco held up the letter. “There’s a community of Sinicae in our general area. They’ve extended an invitation to us.”
Harry took the letter and read through it. “Imagine that. Well, do you want to?” He asked.
“If we do, they’ll break you of that habit.” Draco pointed out.
“What habit, exactly?” Harry asked.
“Getting my opinion before making big decisions. You’re my Dominant. You don’t ask. You tell.” Draco drawled.
Harry rolled his eyes. “That’s bollocks. I’m not going to decide things for you just because you take it up the arse, Draco. Our relationship doesn’t work that way. Do you want to go live with them, or not?”
Draco shrugged. “Maybe. We could go for a while, see if it works out for us. If it doesn’t, we still have the Manor.”
*****
Harry held out the scarf that had come from the Sinicus community via owl-post earlier that day.
Draco made sure his trunk was in his pocket and gripped one corner of the scarf. “Ready when you are, Lover.” He smirked. “Take us away.”
After a dizzying whirl of colors, they landed, Draco on his feet and Harry on his back, in a field not too far from what looked like a small village.
A cluster of children looked up and began to head toward them. A girl of about sixteen lead the way, with two teenage boys, one girl also of about twelve and two little girls following her.
“Hi.” The young girl said, holding out her hand, “You must be the new arrivals. Welcome to our village, Sinicus Creek. It’s named for that creek over there.” She pointed over her shoulder at a creek with a small wooden bridge over it.
Harry shook her hand when Draco made no move to reach for it. “I’m Harry, and this is my mate, Draco.” He told her with a smile.
“I’m Sarita, and these are my brothers and sisters. Ty just reached his majority two months ago,” She said, gesturing to the teen with shoulder-length honey-blond hair and dark blue eyes, “and Jake will reach his next year.” She gestured to the other boy, this one with light brown hair and eyes. “I’m sixteen, Breanne is twelve,” She pointed out the girl with dark brown curls and light blue eyes, “and Jessica and Jenn are both ten. They’re fraternal twins.” She told Harry matter-of-factly, waving to two girls with blond hair. One had curls and light blue eyes, the other had straight hair and brown eyes.
“Nice to meet you all.” Harry said to the group at large.
“Our mom knows which house is ready for you. I’ll show you to our house.” Sarita said evenly, and set off toward the village.
Harry and Draco followed.
*****
After a quick introduction, Sarita’s mother, Emily, led Harry and Draco to a house near the creek, with three bedrooms and a nursery.
Harry and Draco quickly settled into the master bedroom which boasted an en suite bathroom and a king-size bed.
“I wonder why that girl handled all the introductions when one of them was already mature and she wasn’t?”
Draco sighed. “Couldn’t you smell it? She was a Dominant. The rest, including that Ty bloke, were all subs. And I don’t like the way he was looking at you, come to that.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Draco, I already have you. What does it matter how he was looking at me?”
“You can always take another sub. Sinicae aren’t monogamous by nature. Most Dominants take more than one sub so that one can help raise children while the other is pregnant.”
“Well, you’re plenty enough for me.” Harry assured Draco. “Now, get some sleep. Remember, you’re due to give birth any day now.”
*****
Harry sat on the porch nursing a glass of Firewhiskey. Draco had run him out of the house in a fit of temper and was working on the nursery.
Ty, whose full—and preferred—name, Harry had learned, was Tyrion, sauntered over and offered Harry an easy smile. “Hey. What’s a bloke like you doing outside without your very pregnant mate?”
Harry took a long drink, then sighed. “My very pregnant mate has a very pregnant temper, and he sent me outside.”
Tyrion chuckled. “Oh, I see. This is your first kid, right?” He asked in interest.
Harry nodded. “First, and second.” He confirmed.
“Twins on the first try?” Tyrion whistled. “Lucky you. Boys or girls?”
Harry laughed ruefully. “One of each, if Draco doesn’t kill me first.”
“You have no idea how lucky you are.” Tyrion said softly.
“What about you?” Harry asked. “You’re a good-looking guy of childbearing age. You must at least have a boyfriend, if you aren’t engaged or mated yet.”
Tyrion shook his head. “Nah. I wish. But I was sick a lot as a child. I grew out of it, but everyone here saw how delicate I used to be. The general consensus seems to be that I’m too delicate to go through pregnancy safely. I’ll probably leave the village for the wider world and settle down with a nice Witch. ‘Course, my children with a Witch would only have a quarter chance of manifesting Sinicus traits at seventeen, and no chance of being born Sinicae. Yours most likely will be Sinicae from birth. Like I said, you’re lucky.”
Harry shook his head. “That’s a lot to handle. I’m sorry.”
Tyrion shrugged. “I’m used to it. I’m just staying to wait until Sarita is a bit older. Once she is a few years older, I can leave without worrying too much about her. My mother says my Mother Hen Syndrome is a telltale sign of my submissiveness.” He sighed, looking up at the clouds overhead. “All my life I’ve dreamed of finding a Dominant who’d love me, my perfect match, and settling down to have babies that would grow up safe and loved, among their own kind.” He turned toward Harry, tears pooled in his dark blue eyes. “I’m still trying to understand why fate has dealt me such a cruel hand.”
Harry sighed, handing over his glass of Firewhiskey. “Here. You could probably use a drink even more than me right now.”
Tyrion took it and sipped at it testingly, then knocked it back in one gulp. He laughed wryly. “My mother would kill me if she knew I’d been drinking, even though I’m old enough.”
Harry grinned. “Better not tell her, then.”
Tyrion set the empty glass down beside him. “Hey, do you think I’m good-looking?” He asked, flushing.
“Yeah. Why?”
“Would you… Kiss me? I’ve never been kissed, and I want to know what it’s like with another Sinicus before I give the whole lifestyle up for good.”
Harry gulped. “Just a kiss?” He asked.
Tyrion nodded solemnly. “Just a kiss. Please.”
Harry leaned in and pressed his lips against Tyrion’s.
Tyrion sighed, and a sweet smell reminiscent of Draco’s scent filled the air.
Harry deepened the kiss, fingers threading through Tyrion’s hair as he ravaged the other teen’s mouth desperately. After a few more minutes, Harry broke the kiss. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry. Could you not tell Draco about this? He’d probably kill me.” He said in a hushed voice.
Tyrion smiled. “Yeah, don’t worry. My lips are sealed.” His smile faded, and he sighed. “I don’t want to marry a Witch, really. It goes against my very nature. But short of finding a Mage or one of the other magical creatures that can impregnate their mates and getting picked as a mate, I can’t have children any other way.” He shrugged. “And I need to have children. My submissive nature demands it.”
Harry sighed. “All this talk of impregnating is making me think of sex. Draco’s close to birth, so I haven’t had any for days. I miss it.”
Tyrion chuckled. “That’s another reason most Dominants are more fulfilled with two or more subs: they’re voracious in their sexual appetites.”
Harry snorted. “You’re right on that one. And I’m starving.”
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