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The Zabini Cover	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 45212 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Draco knocked on Harry’s door, waiting for him to open the door. After a few moments, the door opened a crack and a green eye peered out sleepily.
Draco smiled as the door opened wider and Harry let out a large yawn, walking back to bed and letting Draco shut the door behind himself. “Harry, I wanted to talk to you.” He said softly.
Harry got back into bed and closed his eyes. “Good.” He said softly. “I was wondering how long this would take.”
Draco blinked in confusion. “What?”
“Come on, get on with it. I already know what the answer is going to be, so just ask already.” He said in a bored voice. “Then I can go back to sleep. After all, it has to be like four AM, or something.”
“Five.” Draco answered tersely. “And just what do you think I was going to ask?”
Harry grinned, eyes still closed. “If we can still be together while Severus looks for a cure.”
Draco frowned. “How did you know that?!” He asked in shock.
Harry chuckled sleepily. “Yes, by the way.” He answered.
“Really?” Draco asked quietly. “You’re sure?”
“Mm-hm. Are you going back to your bed?” Harry asked.
Draco shifted uncomfortably. “Are you going to make me?” He asked softly. “After we just re-committed to one another?”
Harry grinned, finally opening his eyes again. He lifted the blanket. “Get in, then.” He said, amused.
Draco smiled and got into the bed, wrapping his arms around Harry’s waist and pulling the teen against him. “Good. Now-”
“We sleep.” Harry interrupted, laughter in his voice. “Good night, Draco.”
“Aw, come on.” Draco cajoled.
Harry fixed him with a droll stare. “Good. Night. Draco.” He said, grinning.
Draco sighed, rolling his eyes. “Fine. Good night.”
*****
Pansy opened Harry’s door. “Harry, you’ll be la- Oh, I didn’t realize you had company.” She teased, smirking. “Shall I leave you two? Or do you actually want to make it to breakfast?”
Draco groaned. “Oh, I hate weekdays.”
Harry chuckled. “We need to get to breakfast on time, and it takes me half an hour to get ready, so get up.” He said, pushing at Draco ineffectually.
Draco rolled on top of Harry. “Pansy, could you leave so I can say good morning to my boyfriend properly?” He asked, raising his eyebrows at her.
“Oh, please. I don’t want to hear gay sex this early in the morning.” She drawled.
Draco chuckled. “I’ll use a silencing charm for you, then.” He said, leaning down and sucking lightly on Harry’s neck, making the brunet moan softly.
Pansy sighed, but left the room.
Draco put up a silencing charm. “Can I?” He asked, slipping his hand into Harry’s boxers.
Harry gulped, but nodded. “Go ahead.” He whispered.
Draco took Harry’s cock out, pushing the blankets down and stroking it, watching as it hardened further in his grasp, making his eyes widen in appreciation. “Not bad. Apparently, Potter men are just as well-endowed as Malfoy men. A match made in heaven, it would seem.” He purred, sliding down and taking Harry into his mouth.
Harry shivered and slid his hands into Draco’s silky hair, groaning when he looked down and saw full, pink, glistening lips stretched around his cock, and silver eyes staring up at him, darkened with lust.
Draco took Harry’s cock into his mouth as deep as he could, swallowing around the tip when it hit the back of his throat. He pulled away, coughing.
Harry raised himself up on his arms. “Are you okay?” He asked anxiously.
Draco cleared his throat and nodded. “Yeah. I guess we’ll have to work on that.” He said, placing his hands on Harry’s shoulders. “Lay down again, Love.” He said. “I’m not finished.”
Harry laid back down, sighing when Draco’s tongue swept over the head of his cock, swirling around and making him tremble.
Draco slid down once more, relaxing his throat, and growled around Harry’s length.
Harry gasped, arching, then came with a moan.
Draco swallowed, watching Harry panting and flushed. He was gorgeous.
“God. Wow.” Harry breathed, smiling as Draco leaned in to kiss him.
Draco broke the kiss. “Does it really take you half an hour to get ready?” He asked.
Harry flushed. “Yes, actually.” He pouted. “I have to force my hair to curl instead of frizz-out, and I need time to cover this—” He pointed to his scar “properly. After all, we mustn’t start a riot.”
Draco smirked. “Indeed. Merlin forbid, a riot during breakfast?”
Harry sighed. “Exactly. It wouldn’t be pretty, and I, for one, have no desire to see it happen.”
“You know, even in a riot, no one would be able to get to you. Slytherins protect our own, and that includes you now.” Draco said thoughtfully.
“No!” Harry shouted, unable to suppress a grin. “Merlin, people would think I’m becoming the next Dark Lord, or something! That’s even worse!” He said, laughing.
Draco licked his lips, leering at Harry. “You know, I’d grovel for you.” He said honestly.
Harry rolled his eyes, grabbing his uniform and underclothes and changing. “I’m sure you would.” He returned. “Don’t you need, you know, clothes or something? Or are you going to class nude today?”
Draco looked down at himself, raising an eyebrow. “Hm, I think nude. Yes, that will do nicely.” He said.
“Go. Get. Dressed.” Harry brandished his brush at Draco menacingly. “I will not have my property parading around the school naked!” He finished, glaring at Draco.
Draco shrugged. “Okay, fine. I’m pretty sure even Sev would have given me a detention for that, anyway.”
Harry growled to himself as he finished getting ready, muttering about boyfriends and how they were only there to make one get premature grey hairs. There was no other purpose for them.
Except for really great sex.
And warm arms to sleep in.
And amazing restaurants.
“Hell.” Harry finally decided. “They’re worth it, after all.”
Pansy opened his door. “Done yet?”
Harry glared at her. “Do I look done?!” He snapped.
Pansy smiled. “Good enough. Come in here, we’re doing your make-up today.” She announced.
Harry sighed and walked into her room, letting Pansy and Millicent decide what make-up Celeste would wear for the day.
*****
“You look wonderful, Love.” Draco said, as Celeste rolled her eyes, sighing.
“Yes, well, turns out Pansy just wanted to see what her new lip gloss looked like on someone else before she used it.” She said dryly.
“Smart move.” Blaise said. “And, um, when exactly did you two become all lovey-dovey again?” He asked Draco with a raised eyebrow.
Celeste smirked. “When he snuck into my dorm room at five AM to beg me to take him back.” She answered sweetly, batting her eyelashes at Draco.
Draco sneered. “I did not beg. I told you that you wanted me back, and you admitted that I was right.” He said haughtily.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night, dear.” Celeste answered, turning to the doors. “Shall we head to breakfast, then?”
*****
“Draco.” Celeste entered the common room, clutching a letter from Severus in her hand.
Draco looked up and sighed. “Time, then?” He asked, standing and walking toward her, taking her other hand lovingly.
“Will you come with me?” She asked nervously, slipping the letter into her robe pocket. “It may be harder than I first thought.” She whispered.
Draco squeezed her hand reassuringly. “Pans, we’ll be back, alright?” He called out, looking over his shoulder at her.
“Where are you going?” She asked curiously.
“Hospital wing.” Celeste answered calmly. “It’s nothing big, just a personal conversation with Pomfrey.” She added.
Pansy nodded. “’Kay. See you later.”
Draco led Celeste out of the room and stopped just before they exited the dungeons. “You don’t have to do this. The current situation is strange, I know, but it’s ideal.” He said earnestly.
Celeste sighed, shaking her head. “Not for me, Draco. I may not be able to go back to normal, but I have to try. I’ll go mad from never knowing otherwise. You have to understand how it feels for me to be stuck like-”
Draco kissed her gently, then sighed. “I’m trying, really trying, but all I can see is how this could be such a good thing for us if we let it be. It’s hard to see why you would want to go back, when it would mean hiding our relationship and me needing to marry for breeding rather than love. I had hoped, for a while, that my children would be raised differently than I was, with two parents who were faithful to each other and deeply in love.”
Celeste bit her lip. “We could still-”
“You don’t understand the Pureblood ways, Harry.” Draco said vehemently. “It may seem a bit bestial, but refusing to produce an heir in the Malfoy family is punished by death. That’s why we haven’t died out, why we are such an old family, why we are seen as better than others. The name has stayed alive for thousands of years, and family pride is taken to the extreme. I have no choice in this matter. Mother is just as firm on this as Father was. I love you, but to continue living, I must have a wife and at least one child.” He said sadly. “No matter the consequences.”
“That’s insane.” Celeste whispered in shock.
Draco smiled mirthlessly. “It is. And my parents are fanatical enough to hold to it, as I am currently the last of the line.”
After a moment of thought, Celeste straightened her back and held her head high. “I suppose I will have to forgive whatever must be done, so long as you give your heart to no one else. If you must do this, you will be up front with your wife from the beginning that you can never love her.” She said firmly.
Draco raised her hand to his lips and kissed the palm, staring into those beautiful green eyes the whole while. “Always yours, my love. No one else’s.” He swore solemnly.
“Right, then. Let’s do this.” She said, leading the way to the hospital wing, Draco never releasing her hand, merely shifting his grip and lacing their fingers together.
Severus was waiting with Poppy, and the hospital wing was otherwise empty. As soon as Draco and Celeste entered, Severus locked the door and warded the room, then turned to Celeste. “The floor is yours.” He said softly.
Celeste released Draco’s hand and stepped forward, looking straight at Poppy. “I have been hiding my true identity from the entire Wizarding population. I am believed to be dead, but in reality I am only… Changed. My birth name is Harry James Potter.”
Poppy’s eyes widened, and she looked to Severus, who nodded. “But… No. You must be lying. The shockwave-”
“Caused a pre-existing condition to mutate in a most unexpected way, and provided the perfect opportunity for Harry to gain his freedom from the press if he so wanted.” Severus interrupted her. “Harry, if you will?”
Harry smiled and wiped off the cover-up from his scar. “Still have it. More’s the pity.” He said. “But the reason I’m hiding my identity is a bit more complicated, I’m afraid.” He said, shrugging. “Turns out, I have a twin.” He said lightly.
Poppy frowned. “But Lily only had one child, despite her vision.” She said softly.
Severus nodded, remembering the vision Lily had dreamed the night she had conceived. She was thrilled that she had Seen twins, one boy and one girl, and James was equally excited about their children.
But after she was far enough along for a spell to be cast to see the fetus, only one child had been found. Lily had been confused, and a tiny bit disappointed. She had only had a few visions in her life, but they had, until then, always been correct.
“Yes, Poppy, one child.” Severus said, nodding. “With two distinct sets of DNA.” He said. “The condition is called Ch-”
“Chimerism.” Poppy breathed in shock, her eyes wide. “I should have known. When she Saw her twins, they were still two distinct sets of cells. They hadn’t yet fused. This is very rare, and quite unexpected. So why are you hiding from the world?”
Harry flushed. “The shockwave that supposedly killed me actually did something very strange. The two sets of DNA split, or so we think, because I have a time each month when I become female.” He explained, embarrassed. “It’s all very strange.”
Poppy hummed, tapping her finger against her lips. “That would make sense, I suppose, but there’s no way to be sure it was the spell itself that did it. Perhaps you were temporarily dead? Perhaps your twin was pulled to the forefront by you dying, and in an attempt to cling to life, pulled you back into your shared body? If you truly have this condition, then you may have been able to survive the shockwave for another reason. A reason we don’t know, and probably never will.” She mused. “Fascinating.”
Harry grinned. “Hermione would feel the same.” He agreed.
“That is not why I wanted you to know.” Severus cut in. “I am attempting to create a potion to fix the changes that the battle has wrought on Harry, to restore him to the male he used to be, permanently.” He said. “I need your help and advice as to what might work. I understand DNA to a point, but you, as a Mediwitch, can see problems that I may miss, and you could offer valuable insight.”
Poppy nodded, all business once again. “Very well. Are you currently female, dear?”
Harry shook his head. “No. I will be again in a few weeks.” He answered.
Poppy nodded. “Alright. On the bed. I need to scan you to see if you still match the records I have, and if not, what parts of you were dominated by the female genes.” She said briskly, pointing him to a bed.
Harry climbed on, sighing. He hadn’t expected a physical, but needs must, he supposed.
Draco sat in a chair near the bed. “I’m here for moral support if you need me, Love.” He said reassuringly.
Harry grinned. “This I’m used to. I’ll live. But stay with me?” He asked, glancing over at the blond.
Draco nodded. “Of course.”
Poppy pulled out her wand and began running tests. “All clear. Except that you are severely anemic. Eat more red meats, okay? I’ll find out if you don’t.”
Harry grinned. “Yes, Ma’am.” He said sheepishly.
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