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Mother Knows Best	By : drowpriestess2003 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 13694 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Title:Mother Knows Best – Falling Together, Falling Apart

Author:Lady_Diablo

Fandom:Harry Potter – Harry/Draco

Rating:NC-17, always.

Disclaimer:There's no way I could ever own the legend that is Harry Potter. I am but a humble fan, seeking to amuse myself by toying with the genius creations of JK Rowling.

Warnings:Implied rape, M/M sex

Summary:After graduation and after the war, Harry and Draco meet by chance at St. Mungo’s while Draco is visiting his mother. A relationship ensues but secrets abound. How can Draco know what to do while his mother’s a mute? After all, mother knows best.

Mother Knows Best

Falling Together, Falling Apart

“Good morning, love,” Harry said as he watched Draco stretch in their bed.

“Morning,” Draco said thickly. “Did you find anything last night?”

Harry nodded and summoned Being the Patriarch from across the room. He flipped through the book and found the pages about turning. Handing the book to Draco, he said, “It sounds kind of painful. I don’t know if you’ll be ready for it just now.”

Draco took the book and scanned over the process.

“Good Lord,” he muttered. “A killing bite, make deep gashes in our chests. . . Merlin, Potter. How can they expect us to do this?”

Harry grinned and stood from the bench under the window. “I’m pretty sure it’s so painful because of the change not only from mortal to immortal, but also because of the dramatic difference in immortal blood and Patriarchal blood. The Patriarch’s genetics are bigger, stronger, and supposedly more painful to pass.”

“I think it’s just to keep the Patriarch from changing more than his mate,” Draco said. He looked up at Harry and smiled. “Only his mate would put up with this shit to be with him.”

Harry sat gently on the bed next to Draco. “Would you really do. . . do all this, go through all this, just to be with me?”

Snuggling into the arm Harry had thrown around him, Draco nodded slowly. “I would do this and more, if it meant being with you,” he whispered. “But I think. . .”

With a quizzical look, Harry asked, “You think what?”

“I think we need to practice step 2,” Draco said with a faint flush on his neck. “And then after that, step 9, maybe. . . just to make sure we’ve got it down just right.”

Harry glanced at the book before a feral look stole his face. He could feel his fangs extending and his cock hardening as he saw Draco’s almost virginal attitude hidden behind his cheeky grin.

“I think,” Harry growled deeply as he pushed Draco back onto the bed, “maybe you’re right.”

Draco gasped as he felt kisses with a hint of fang pressed along his neck. Harry leaned over him, kissing him and rubbing his growing erection through his pants.

“H-Harry,” he panted a bit higher than he would have liked. “I need you, Harry.”

Harry’s only response was a deep growl, his pupils turned into only slender slits, as he entered his mate.

[-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-]

Draco almost bounced into his mother’s hospital room, completely energized from a rather indecent morning romp with Harry.

‘I’m so close already. . .’ “Oh, God, Harry, please don’t tease me!”

Harry’s hand held his cock loosely and Draco groaned. He was flat on his back, his legs up, on Harry’s shoulders, twisted around his neck. As Harry thrust slowly into him again, teasing him eternally, a deep shudder tore through his body.

“You want me to fuck you hard, baby?”

‘God your voice is so deep, my love. . .’ “YES!”

“Beg me, Draco.”

‘So kinky. . . I don’t know if I can last. . .’ “Oh, pleeeease, Potter, please pound me into your mattress!”

“Close enough.”

He felt Harry’s deep chuckle ripple throughout his body and before he even had a chance to inhale, Harry picked up a pace that would have him walking bowlegged in minutes.

“Oh, GOD, HARRYYYYY!”

Now, he needed to ask his mother what he should do, concerning this whole. . .turning thing.

He pushed open her door and smiled to see the fresh roses by her table. Snape must have already been by today. He arranged his own bouquet of daises on the other side of the bed and grinned, fluffing them a bit.

“Morning, mother,” he chirped. “I just had the most amazing morning. And I’m just wondering. . . how many mornings like that could I have, do you think?”

Narcissa snored slightly, asleep since Severus’s earlier visit.

“Mother!” he crowed indignantly as he shook her arm. He watched her roll over and open sleepy eyes to look at him. “Mother?”

“Yes?”

“Mother, what do you think-”

“Be free, Draco,” Narcissa said. “Be free and love. I keep telling you this.”

“Mother, are you cure-”

“No, my love, but please know that he will save us all.”

“But. . . mother!”

But Narcissa’s eyes had closed again. It was many seconds before they reopened. Draco was crying very softly, but rejoicing that his mother had been lucid for so long at once.

When he met her eyes again, they were the eyes of magically induced psychosis.

[-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-]

“Patty?” Draco sang out. “Patty, are you home?”

Draco was standing outside a small cottage in the countryside. There was a white fence surrounding the house, and past the gate, a small stone walkway to the cottage. The door on the cottage opened twice, once with solely the top half, once with the whole thing. The top half of the door was open, swung inside, and he called into the cottage.

“Oh!” a woman gasped as she hurried to the door. She was dressed in business clothing, almost, but had a tattered apron tied about her waist.

“Oh, Draco, dear, how are you?” she cooed. She ushered him inside and pointed at the small sofa in the living room. “Please, please, have a seat.”

Draco looked around and liked how quaint the cottage was. Patty had knick-knacks on the mantle of her fireplace, a little coffee table, two chairs with hand-knitted blankets tossed over them, there was a blanket on the sofa, curtains in ‘that fabric’ that every grandmother seems to have, and so many photos on her walls that Draco didn’t know if the walls were painted or not.

“I’m wonderful,” Draco replied. “How are you?”

“I’m so much better now that you’re here, my dear,” Patty said graciously. “Did dinner go well?”

“Yes, yes,” Draco assured her. He took the tea she had just offered and sipped at it. “He is so happy that I’m going to have a baby. He wants. . . Oh Patty, he wants to stay with me, still!”

Patty smiled and moved to his side, hugging the blond fiercely. “That is so good, dear, so good, both for you and your baby.”

“I’m just grateful that he. . . he took it so well,” Draco said quietly. “I wasn’t expecting it all that much. But now we’re wondering what the next step is. . .”

“Oh?”

“Well, I. . . I mean to say. . . well, Harry’s special, and we’re wondering if he should turn me so I’m special, too. . .”

Patty nodded understandingly. It didn’t hurt that she could see love bites all over Draco’s neck either. “What do you think you should do, dear?” she asked. “Do you love him?”

“Of course I love him!”

“Do you want to spend forever at his side?” Patty placed her hand on Draco’s as his eyebrows furrowed together.

“I’m just. . . do you think it. . . yes! Who am I kidding? I want to spend forever with him and no one else.”

“Then you know what to do, dear,” she cooed. “I’m not very well educated in all the specifics of being special, but will the baby be all right if you change while it’s inside you?”

“Oh, yes, the baby’s going to be just fine no matter what, basically,” Draco said with a smile. “The only thing is. . . I might um. . . I might die in childbirth. And it’s most likely that I will. But I’m kind of hoping that if I change, I won’t, you understand?”

“Oh, dear,” the woman sighed. “That would be so sad, for your baby and his father and even for me.”

“Patty, I want to marry Harry, but. . .” Draco started excitedly. He looked down at their clasped hands and then back up at her face. “Will you please be the maid of honor?”

“Oh!” Patty gasped excitedly. “Of course I will, dearie! That would be such an honor. Aww.”

She murmured about how sweet he was as she curled her arms around him again. She placed a hand on his stomach and smiled at him. “I’m so sorry, Draco, dear, but I need to get to Knights Alley. My shift’s on in a few minutes,” she said as she stood, slowly untying her apron. “Do promise me you’ll return soon.”

“Oh, Patty,” he said, stealing another hug, “I think I would die if I weren’t to do just that.”

A flurry of promised letters and dinners later, Draco Apparated home while Patty Apparated to Cribs and Cloaks Megastore.

[-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-]

Harry was reading <u>Being the Patriarch</u> when he heard a sharp crack and could suddenly see his boyfriend standing near the bed. He stood and opened his arms, a broad smile crossing his face.

“Harry!” Draco shouted as he ran to his lover. He threw himself into Harry’s arms and allowed himself to be picked up and swung around.

When Harry set Draco back on the floor, Draco cuddled into his arms and whispered hello.

“Afternoon, love,” Harry said with a smile. “That much energy still from this morning?”

Draco flushed as Harry winked at him.

“Harry, I. . .” Draco started. He stared up at him desperately. “Harry, I want to be with you. Will you please turn me?”

“What, right now?” Harry scoffed with a laugh.

“Well. . .”

Harry rolled his brilliant green eyes and lifted Draco bridal style, carrying him into the bathroom.

“First, we need to get ready for dinner. I took the liberty of making plans. . .”

[-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-]

“Oh, my God, Harry,” Draco gasped quietly as he was tugged along behind his dominant lover. Their hands were clasped together and Draco was exceedingly warm because of the display of affection.

Harry had Apparated the two of them to God knows where for dinner after getting Draco all dressed up in dress robes.

“Come on, my love,” Harry said deeply as he flashed lust-laden eyes back to Draco.

“Oh,” Draco squeaked. They were standing outside a rather large building that didn’t look too great on the outside. He was dragged inside and gasped sharply when he saw where he was.

The ceilings were tall, the lighting impeccable, the staff dressed smartly. The small round tables were just the right size with plush velvet chairs around them, all of the seating surrounding a large dance floor. There was a live band on a stage in the front of the room consisting of a few musicians and a few spelled instruments. There were a few elderly couples, the men with cigars, the women with diamonds, a few families and other young couples. The people dancing were doing the tango and Draco squeezed Harry’s hand tightly.

“You got us a reservation at A&E’s, love?” Draco squeaked.

A&E was short for Anything and Everything, a chain of restaurants that were famous for their menu selections. They offered anything and everything imaginable. This building was the only high class restaurant in A&E’s business. The other restaurants were simple stands for people to drive, fly, Apparated, walk, or whatever. . . up to and order. Their food was famous for being delicious and reasonably priced, even though they offered absolutely everything. Reservations were almost impossible to get in short notice. It normally took roughly nineteen months of waiting to get a seat there.

Harry looked away from the hostess and back at the blond.

“Anything for you, my love.”

[-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-]

“Harryyy, I’m too full for anything else right now,” Draco complained as they strolled along the boardwalk.

“Oh, my love,” Harry said. He’d just Apparated them to a boardwalk in the United States’ New England area that was populated fiercely by wizards. “You know this walking is good for you, pregnant or not.”

“But Harry!” Draco whimpered. “My back’s so sore. . .”

Harry looked over at his boyfriend expecting to see a mock pout, but he saw real pain in his eyes and he stopped walking.

“Oh, Draco,” he cooed as he pulled his lover into his arms. He placed his hand over Draco’s lower back and closed his eyes, drawing the pain out of Draco’s back. The Patriarchal ring flashed and then was still again.

“Is that better, sweetie?”

Draco nodded and slid his arm into Harry’s, resting his head on his shoulder. “Can’t we just sit for a few?”

The two of them slid onto a bench looking over the ocean and Draco leaned against Harry.

“I’m so tired, my lord,” Draco murmured. “Can we not just go home?”

Harry chuckled and stroked Draco’s back. “I can take us h-”

Just then, a sharp voice cracked through the air.

“Draco!”

Draco looked up in surprise and fear, then relaxed when he saw it was only Jamie. “’Lo, Jamie.”

Jamie was approaching them in a horrid outfit. She was wearing an animal print tube top, low-rise leather pants, platform heels, and had on the most degrading accessories Harry thought he’d ever seen. She had fake nails almost three inches long, deep black eyeshadow, and a myriad of gold jingling bangles. Her hair was straight, falling stiffly down her back. A few strands were stuck to her black lipstick that had just been re-glossed. She was wearing a golden arm cuff around her forearm and scratched at is as she approached, clutching onto her teeny purse.

“I certainly wasn’t expecting to see you here,” she chattered as she scooted Harry over to sit between them. She ignored Harry’s anger and put a hand on Draco’s thigh. “Tell me how you are, dear.”

Harry cleared his throat and Draco gasped. “Oh! Jamie, this is Harry, he’s my. . .boyfriend, I suppose.”

“Boyfriend?” Jamie asked with a raised eyebrow. She glanced over at Harry. “I sure wouldn’t have pinned you as gay when you were fucking me.”

“Excuse me?” Harry said, his voice strong and low.

Draco could faintly see Harry’s pupils turning into slits and he swallowed. “I. . . it was just one time, Harry. . .”

“Draco, don’t lie,” Jamie said, quickly entering his mind to see that he was gone that afternoon. “You know we had lunch together this afternoon. I don’t see any reason why a couple of friends with a few simple benefits can’t have lunch together, eh, Harry?”

She nudged Harry with her elbow, ignoring how both of them were staring at her.

“I do say we should do it again sometime, Dray, sweetie,” she simpered, standing again. “In fact, let’s leave now.”

She grabbed onto Draco’s arm and Apparated, kidnapping Harry’s only love. She missed when his green eyes flashed dangerously, the look in them spelling out pure death for anyone who crossed him.

[-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-]

She Apparated but she didn’t go anywhere.

“Harry?” Draco whispered. He reached an arm out to touch Harry’s arm but he was thrown backwards as Harry’s brushed him off, magic bristling.

Tears leaked from Draco’s soft grey eyes as he clutched his stomach, wondering just what he’d gotten into. A flower bush out of season suddenly bloomed fully and beautifully next to him. “Wha-. . .”

Eyes blinked at him from a flower blossom. Jamie’s eyes.

“Tell me the truth, Draco,” Harry said coldly. He stared at Jamie, watching as she fought the spell he’d put on her.

“The-”

“The truth, Draco! Have you ever fucked this filthy cunt?”

“But Harry, I. . .”

“Yes or no?”

“I. . . y-yes. . .”

Draco winced, expecting Harry to swoop down on him in full force, but the green eyed devil stayed still, still watching Jamie. He’d cast a second spell, trapping her in an invisible glass-box-like dimension back in her human form. This was the curse that was the origin of miming in dramatic history.

“How many times?”

“Just once, Harry!”

“When?”

“That. . . that day at St. Mungo’s, when you asked me while I smelled like. . . like a whore’s. . .”

“Where did you go this morning?”

“I went to see my mother, then Patty, the woman who sold me those booties. . .”

Draco felt a piercing pain as Harry invaded his mind forcefully, raping it of privacy and trust, as he jerked the afternoon’s memories to the forefront. Every single memory was true.

When Harry retreated from his mind, Draco choked and began to cry.

“I can’t believe you just. . .Harry. . .”

Draco tried desperately to stop crying and pressed his palms to his eyes. He shivered as a wave of magic passed over them and looked up to see what Harry had just done.

He was surprised to find them in a completely different place. Realizing Harry was talking, he tuned back in to hear his small speech.

“This is Russia, Jamie. Be prepared to be very cold. You have been stripped of your magic and you will be banished here until your death.”

“You can’t banish my magic, you stupid old man!” she shouted, struggling against his miming spell.

“I am the Patriarch, you insolent fool,” Harry growled. “And you have crossed a Patriarch one time too many. I permitted your stench to be on Draco the day I woke. I permitted you to hug him at St. Mungo’s. But I will not give you permission to try to steal my mate from me or to disrespect either one of us or the relationship we have.”

“I didn’t even know!”

“Yes, you did, Jamie,” Harry said coldly. “I’m not a fool. I could sense your spells at St. Mungo’s, I could sense them on the boardwalk. I know you’ve manipulated and even drugged Draco the day in the hospital, though I don’t know how because he doesn’t take potions from anyone, and I don’t take very nicely to it. You should be glad I’m not having you Kissed for rape.”

“Maybe you should teach him not to take muffins from strangers either! And I never. . .”

Jamie’s protests died on her lips as she looked down at Draco, realizing something for the first time.

“You’re. . . you’re pregnant, Draco?!”

Draco looked away from her and Harry, towards a patch of snow a few feet away. The tears sliding down his cheeks were cooling rapidly and he began to shiver, holding onto his belly tenderly.

“And you,” she said as she stared at Harry. “You’re a vampire. You just wait until I tell everyone Harry Potter was-”

Her voice was sharply cut off as Harry glared.

“You have crossed me again, stupid fool. Your voice will return in twenty years’ time. Until then, maybe you should put your body to good use, whore.”

Harry’s eyes jerked over to Draco as his mate gasped through his sobs.

“Oh, Merlin, Draco, what have I done to you. . .”

[-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-]

Draco was tucked into the Patriarch’s bed with Harry, warm under the blankets. He had numbly allowed Harry to lift him into his arms and take him home. He allowed Harry to remove his clothing and wash his face. He allowed Harry the pleasure he knew he got when he tucked Draco into bed.

“I’m so sorry, my love,” Harry whispered for the hundredth time, stroking Draco’s shoulder blades gently.

Draco nuzzled his pillow and didn’t turn over. He was pointedly facing the windows instead of Harry.

“Draco. . . please say something to me,” Harry begged his blond lover.

Draco sniffled.

“How could you do that to me?”

“My love. . .” Harry began. He placed a hand softly against Draco’s bare hip. “Draco, she had scared me. I thought. . .maybe. . .”

“You thought I’d cheat on you? That I would lie to you?”

Draco rolled over and stared at Harry with an openly hurt look in his eyes. He was surprised to see Harry crying; he hadn’t heard a single sound or felt a single shudder from him. He reached up to his face and stroked some black hair from Harry’s eyes.

“I doubt I’m good enough for you, my love,” Harry whispered as his eyes fell shut.

“Harry,” Draco said thickly. “Harry, you. . .you’re so good. . .”

As he tried to speak, Draco felt a fresh wave of tears hit him, but this time, he allowed Harry to pull him into his arms.

“H-Harry!” Draco wailed. “I-I j-just can’t believe you. . .you wouldn’t trust me! Iloveyou! I love you so much, Harry! Why did you do that to me? Why would you hurt me like that? I thought you loved me, too!”

Draco ranted and sobbed against Harry’s chest, hitting his shoulder with weak anger every few minutes.

“Draco, Draco, I do love you, Draco, I love you so much, I promise,” Harry whispered calmly and gently, trying to get his love to calm down. He petted, stroked, and kissed the blond in his arms and let him get everything out.

“Harry,” Draco choked as his eyes dried. “I need to. . .”

“What, my love?” Harry stroked a few blond strands from Draco’s eyes this time and Draco nuzzled Harry’s neck, pressing a kiss against it, feeling Harry purr.

Draco looked at Harry with wide, innocent eyes that had a faint tinge of lust to them.

“Prove it. Harry, I need you to love me.”

A/N: Kind of a short chapter and it may be edited soon, but for now, I need to get back to posting and finishing this fic! It's my favorite of mine so far, and I want to do it justice. Thank god I wrote out the plot in detail when I first started writing this, 2-3 years ago!! Please review and let me know you don't hate me.
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