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The Malfoy Cover	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12438 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Severus came into Poppy's office and sat in the chair she had for patients needing a consult and students that were apprenticing under her. She frowned.

“What can I do for you, Severus?” She asked.

Severus frowned. “I need to talk to someone, and you are the only option I have.”

Poppy nodded. “It’s about Harry.” She guessed correctly.

Severus sighed. “I’m stuck in a bit of a catch-22. I want to help him, and he wants to become fully male again. I’m unprepared for what it will do to Draco if I succeed, because right now, he is so happy. What if I help to fix Harry's problem and he leaves Draco for greener pastures?” He asked.

Poppy frowned. “That doesn’t sound like something he would do.”

“That doesn’t completely rule the possibility out, though.” Severus insisted. “But at the same time, I don’t want Draco to someday realize that Harry is only with him because he was literally the only option Harry had. He’d never date another Slytherin, and only a Slytherin would be able to keep his identity concealed.”

Poppy sighed. “How sure are you that Harry would leave?”

Severus groaned. “I don’t know!” He said regretfully. “And that is the crux of the problem.”

Poppy shook her head. “I’m going to let you in on a secret about Harry: he loves very deeply. I’m sure he will stay with Draco no matter what, especially once their daughter comes. He is not the type to leave a husband.”

Severus hummed. “How sure of that are you?”

Poppy smiled. “I’m very firm in my belief that Harry will stay with Draco. I’ve seen them together, and there is a deep and abiding love there.”

Severus slowly nodded. “Then I will persist in trying to find him a cure, and will trust your intuition. I hope I am never made to regret it.”

Poppy shook her head. “I’m sure you won’t.” She told him.

*****

“I want crepes.” Harry said flatly, pushing the eggs on his plate around.

Draco smiled. “Dobby!”

The elf popped in. “What can Dobby bes doing?”

“Celeste wants crepes. Can you make her some?”

Dobby looked at Harry, then nodded. “Dobby will bes right back!”

Draco’s smile widened as the elf left. “Your wish is my command, love.” He said.

Harry smiled at him. “I love you.”

“I love you too, and anything you are craving you shall have.” Draco said.

Dobby popped back in and handed over the plate of crepes.

Harry took them with a wide smile. “Thank you. These look delicious.”

Dobby smiled widely and popped away again.

Harry settled in to eat with a smile on his face.

“Draco, when the baby comes, are you two staying in the dorms?” Pansy asked. “Because with your current problems remembering silencing charms, that could definitely be an issue.”

Harry snickered as Draco huffed. “For your information, Pansy darling, I have been given the onerous task of going to Dumbledore before the baby is born to request a private room for my wife and myself.”

Harry frowned at him. “I don’t remember asking you to do that.” He said.

“That’s because you didn’t, my beloved. Severus did.” Draco said in a put-upon tone. “And I’m going to, I just haven’t gotten around to it yet.”

Harry grinned. “I’m sure I could come up with a good way to thank you if you could ‘get around to it’ sometime soon.” He purred.

Draco cleared his throat. “And I suppose I will be missing History of Magic today, so if you could take some notes for me, Pansy, I would be most appreciative.”

“I will do that with great pleasure, since it will ensure a good night’s sleep from now on.” She said lightly.

Harry leaned over and kissed Draco. “Thank you.” He said quietly.

Draco nodded. “Anything for you.”

*****

“Acid Pops.” Draco nearly sighed, sagging briefly as the stairs began moving. He straightened his spine and went up, the Headmaster’s voice bidding him enter as he got to the top.

“What can I do for you, young Mr. Malfoy?” He asked, folding his hands atop his desk.

Draco took a deep breath. “Sir, I need to request a private room for myself and my wife.” He said. “As you know, we have a baby on the way, and—”

“You would like to spare your fellow Slytherins the sleepless nights that you know are in store for you?” Dumbledore asked. “Have you considered silencing charms?”

Draco flushed. “Sir, I have a bad history already of forgetting them and waking our year-mates with other nocturnal activities, and that habit of forgetting does not bode well for the future.” He explained.

“I see, I see.” Dumbledore murmured. “Well, there are rooms available, of course. Which floor would you prefer? We have two in the dungeons, though they are rather drafty, your wife would be in danger of catching a chill quite often, especially on colder mornings. We have a few on the ground floor, one is particularly near to the Hufflepuff common room, and therefore, close to the kitchens if she has a sudden craving. Due to your proximity to the Hufflepuffs and the fact that the younger years are rather innocent—and we’d like to keep it that way—I would be willing to cast a more permanent silencing charm over the door. The only downside to that is that rather than knocking, people would have to use the speaking wall beside the door, but as that room is frequently used, the wall is still in effect, and will chime inside the rooms when it is used to get your attention. It should not be loud enough to wake a sleeping babe, though.”

“That one actually sounds ideal.” Draco said.

“It also has a small kitchenette, and you can call the elves if you or your wife ever decides to use it, and they will bring whatever ingredients you desire. There is only one bedroom off of it, so give me the rest of today to add on a small nursery and it will be ready for you tomorrow. Just come by my office after breakfast and you and your wife can spend the rest of the morning until lunch moving in.”

Draco smiled widely. “Thank you, Sir!”

“It is no trouble at all, Mr. Malfoy, you are welcome. Give your wife my best, and I wish you both every happiness in life, and many healthy children.” Dumbledore said.

Draco left the room, and as he left, he heard Dumbledore say to one of the portraits, “Well, Phineas, looks like your Slytherins are certainly planning to build their numbers, aren’t they?”

*****

Draco waited outside of class for the other Slytherins to come out, and grabbed Harry’s hand as he passed.

“What? How did it go?”

Draco smiled widely. “We’re moving in tomorrow after breakfast, to a room near the kitchens. It has a kitchenette, and if you ask the elves they will bring you ingredients so you can cook if you want to, and Dumbledore is going to add on a nursery and a permanent silencing charm on the door tonight.”

“That’s great!” Harry said enthusiastically.

“I say we skip our next class to celebrate!” Draco said eagerly.

Harry frowned. “Um, how about hell no? It’s defense, I’m not skipping it!” He shot back at his husband.

“Damn. Tonight?” He amended.

Harry nodded. “Tonight I can do.”

“Please do it quietly tonight!” Pansy requested as she followed the rest of the class out.

Harry and Draco both smirked and laced their hands together, following her as she headed for defense.

*****

Harry and Draco followed Dumbledore to the new room and waited while he opened the door. “You can set the password to be whatever you wish, just make sure you do so before both of you leave it at the same time, as it will not open for you again without a password.”

Draco nodded, looking around. “Looks like the elves have cleaned recently.” He mused.

Dumbledore nodded. “Yes, I had them dust, sweep and mop just last night. They have also changed all the bedding and beaten out the rugs. Everything should be clean and fresh now! Perfect for your little family to enjoy! Also, if you ever feel the need for a babysitter, the Hufflepuff prefects know you are close by now, and are eager to offer their services. You won’t have the baby here long, but if you need a few days of rest soon after the birth, they are here and willing to take them. Only two have baby experience, though.” He stage-whispered.

Draco and Harry snickered. “We’ll think about it, but we are going to be very protective, probably until well after we leave Hogwarts.”

“Well, keep it in mind. Hufflepuffs can be trusted if you need a break.” Dumbledore patted Harry’s shoulder and added, “And I am always around if you need advice from a grandfatherly perspective, as well. I have not been a father myself, but I have watched many children grow and live over my years.”

Harry smiled at him. “We’ll keep that in mind, Sir.”

“I’ll leave you two to start moving in. Enjoy yourselves, and Mrs. Malfoy, please do not overexert yourself. Madame Pomfrey is very good at what she does, but she does not need to deal with complications. Let Draco do the heavy lifting.”

Harry grinned. “I intend to.” He said brightly.

“Good, good. Have fun!” He said, then left.

Draco grinned at Harry. “What should our password be?”

“I don’t really care.”

“Wanking station?”

“No.”

“Frottage frontier?”

“No, Draco.” Harry said more firmly.

“The sex cave!”

“Draco, grow up! We’re going to be near the Hufflepuffs, we need to choose something suitable for the first-years to overhear.” Harry said.

Draco sighed. “What do you suggest?”

Harry grinned. “Oreo.” He said.

Draco frowned. “What is that?”

Harry’s grin widened and he replied, “A kind of biscuit Americans really like. I’ve had one, once, and it wasn’t terrible. I’ll get some and let you try them sometime.”

Draco hummed. “I suppose it will work.” He lit a fire in the fireplace and settled Harry onto the couch. “You sit here, and I will be right back.”

“I’m not going to let you do all the work!”

“Not, you’re not. I’m packing books and heavy things. You can help with all your make-up and hair care and clothes in a bit. For now, relax and I’ll get the heavy stuff taken care of.” Draco said firmly.

“I suppose if you insist…”

“I do. Sit here and wait. I’ll let you know when it’s time to get the lighter stuff. I promise.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” Harry said, propping his feet up on the low table in front of the fire and letting his head fall back as his eyes slipped closed. He was just so tired lately.

Surely taking a five-minute nap wouldn’t hurt…

One hour later…

Draco sighed heavily and wiped his forehead with his sleeve, glancing over fondly at his sleeping husband.

Harry stirred and sat up, rubbing at his eyes. “Ready for help?” He asked.

“I got everything already.” Draco said lightly.

“You said you’d have me help!” Harry protested.

Draco nodded. “I did. And then I saw you sleeping. You looked so cute and tired that I didn’t have the heart to wake you. You looked like you needed it.”

Harry sighed heavily. “Fine. How long did I sleep?”

“Long enough to get a food nap. We have transfiguration in ten minutes. You need to get up now, I’m afraid.” Draco told him.

Harry sighed and shifted. “Alright. I’m up.”

Draco grabbed his bag and Harry’s. “I’m carrying your things, you look dead on your feet. Come on, let’s get to class.”

Harry and Draco walked to class, heads together as they conversed in low tones about which classes they both needed for their career paths, and mused about how likely they were to get their dream jobs.

The future was coming quickly, and they both felt they were prepared to meet it when it arrived.
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