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The Power of Three	By : Queenie_Mab Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 14418 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Harry lay awake, staring up at the dark ceiling and listening to Draco's rhythmic breathing. Had they just done something totally stupid, he wondered? What with everything that was already falling apart in his family, how would the additional burden of being a pregnant Harry Potter help matters? He threw his arm up over his eyes and squinted them shut.

Albus had stated that he thought of the idea of a pregnant man as freakish, and Harry didn't want his son thinking him a freak. James already was giving him enough grief for being gay. And what would the Weasleys think of him then? They already blamed him for Ginny and he felt they had good reason to, but this would be the first Christmas spent without them since he was eleven years old. He needed to talk with Molly about James, but didn't know how she would take the news. Would she blame him for that too?

He rolled over to watch Draco as he slept. Harry had really worn him out that evening, insisting on sex in every position he could think of to improve their chances, even though Draco insisted it was unnecessary. Harry wondered how the Veela male pregnancy worked. It's not as if Harry's sperm would be able to come into contact with Draco's up his arse, but he supposed it must be something to do with absorption or something.

"What is it?" Draco groaned sleepily. "You've been awake all night, haven't you?"

"I've just been thinking," Harry said quietly. "You don't think we've just made a horrible mistake, do you?"

Draco opened his eyes and blinked a few times then turned to face Harry, wearing an exasperated expression. "Harry, it's too late for regrets, what's done is done and you said you wanted it under Veritaserum. I wouldn't have gone through with it if I didn't think you wanted to."

"I do want to," Harry insisted. "I'm just thinking about how it's going to change our lives. Our family is already fucked up enough. How could we think about bringing another baby into such an environment?"

"Harry, it'll all work out, you'll see. And by the time the baby comes, the kids will have had time to get used to the idea." Draco reached over and stroked Harry's face in a tender caress. "You are so sexy, do you know that?"

Harry smiled at him. "You're trying to change the subject."

"Damn straight, I'm tired of hearing you whine. No, I'm not, seriously. I want you to tell me your fears; I want to put your mind at ease."

"I'm worried about a lot of things right now, but what if James doesn't get better?" Harry's eyes began to fill. "I don't know if I could take it if I lost him." He let his tears spill over.

Harry let Draco fold him in his arms and comfort him. He couldn't help but inhale the sweet citrus smell that Draco exuded, mixed with the smell of exertion. It calmed him and he began to breath deeply, slowly drifting to sleep.

***

James returned the following morning with Teddy and a regimen of potions to take for the healing after having been exposed to extensive Legilimens-therapy. Harry gently guided his dazed form to the parlour and sat him down on the sofa, taking a seat beside him.

"All right there, Jamie?" he asked, concern etching his voice.

"Yeah, I'll be fine, Dad. Can I just be left alone for awhile, to watch the fire?"

Harry pulled James into a sideways hug and kissed the top of his head. "I don't want you to be alone, Jamie. I'll get Albus and Scorpius to come in and keep you company."

"No, not them," James said, with a bit of hysteria.

"Lily then?" Harry asked, confused, but willing to honour James' request.

"Yeah. I'd like to see Lily. Maybe she could read a book to me or something," he said, in a flat voice.

Harry felt his heart burn for the pain James must be going through. He'd never seen his little spit fire so docile and out-of-it.

"I'll go and fetch her, you wait right here."

He Disapparated and soon was followed down the stairs by Lily, holding a copy of Tales of Beedle the Bard.

As Harry left the parlour, he knew that James would be in no condition to visit the Weasleys for Boxing Day. He'd have to let Molly know, and he hated the feeling of guilt that swam through him when he thought of speaking with her.

He went to the kitchen and took down some floo powder and threw it in the fire, calling out, "the Burrow." Then he stuck his head in the flames and invited Molly to come to Grimmauld and talk.

She stepped out of the fireplace moments later and dusted the soot off her frumpy dress. She'd grown shorter since the days when Harry was a boy and seemed a bit more fragile. Harry was surprised when he found himself embraced in a tight hug.

"Harry, dear. It's good to see you. Where's Teddy and Victoire?"

Harry pulled himself back and scratched at the unruly tufts of black hair on his head. "I heard Teddy say they were going to take the kids out Christmas shopping and then through a Muggle neighbourhood to look at Christmas lights after that. So it's just the six of us right now. Molly, I need to talk with you about James," he said, suddenly serious.

"What's the matter with James?" she asked, concerned.

"Why don't you sit down and I'll put on a pot of tea," Harry offered.

Molly took a seat at the end of one of the long table's benches.

Harry bustled about the kitchen getting the pot ready to boil, glad for something to do with his hands while he talked.

"You see, after we visited Gin at St. Mungo's James tried to kill himself and almost succeeded."

"Dear Lord," Molly exclaimed, clapping a hand to her mouth. "Is he all right, is he going to be all right?"

"I hope so," Harry said, putting the pot on to boil. "I caught him in time and Teddy healed him, but he's just returned from having his mind examined at St. Mungo's overnight and isn't doing so well. I just don't think it's a good idea for him to attend Boxing Day at the Burrow this year."

"Of, course, dear. I understand. I just can't believe it though. It makes me so mad that Ginny could have done something like this to her children. And poor James, following her example. It just makes my heart sick. How are you holding up, Harry?"

Harry was immensely surprised at the direction the conversation was going. He was readying his defence for her blame, but instead she was being understanding, at least as far as the children were concerned.

"I'm doing all right, I have Draco to help keep my spirits up. How are you doing knowing about us and the reason for the failure of my marriage to Gin?"

Harry set out the cups and plates and poured the water into the teapot, setting it down on the table. Molly waited for the tea to steep a bit before answering.

"Well, I must admit I was very upset when it first happened. But Hermione's been coming around and educating me about the particulars of the Power of Three bond and I see now that there was no way around it. If you had waited much longer you would have died and then not only would Ginny be without a husband, but your children without a father."

"Excuse me?" Harry asked, stunned. "What do you mean I could have died?"

"Well, haven't the two of you researched your bond? Honestly Harry, for a man that saved the Wizarding world you can be thick at times. Hermione said that if the bond isn't completed within twenty years, both members will drop dead from heart failure. It's like their hearts can't be complete without the other. You were just under the line."

"I didn't even know I had the bond until a couple of months ago," Harry cursed. "Why am I always the last to know about my destinies? There had better not be any more surprises in my life, I don't think I can take it."

"I must say, I thought you were aware of all of this. Hermione said she got the book from Draco."

Harry laughed, "Yeah, but Draco hadn't had time to read it through. We got caught up in other things with the kids and such. I would love to invite you to come to Boxing Day over here though. I know that Teddy and Victoire would love to see you again."

Molly smiled, "You're so sweet, Harry. Yes, I'd like that. I'll only be able to pop round for a bit though; we're having the whole family at the Burrow this year for Christmas and it's likely to be crazy. So, you and Draco are getting on well then? I saw the special edition of the Prophet. You appear to be in your honeymoon stage still, taking such risks in public, honestly."

"Yes, well it's hard to go through the honeymoon stage with four teenagers to look after. It's nice to get out alone. We honestly didn't know there was anybody in the alley when that photo was taken, but the public was going to find out sooner or later. I'm just glad it's over and done. I've put up howler wards around the house, so we haven't been bothered with the post. Actually, I haven't even had the time to look at the post this past week. It's been a nightmare."

"May I see the children?" Molly asked, setting down her cup.

Harry started for a moment, thinking. "Of course you may. Jamie and Lily are in the parlour and I'd better go and find Albus and Scorpius myself."

Molly rose and went to talk with James and Lily. They both appeared very happy to see her, at least from Harry's perspective.

Harry ran into Draco, coming from the drawing room, his nose in a potions book. "Ah, Draco, you startled me."

Draco looked up as if he'd just realised he'd been bumped into. "Oh, sorry about that, Harry. I'm just preparing to brew some more Veritaserum and wanted to research any way of diluting it so it doesn't cause a headache when given on its own."

"Draco, where are Albus and Scorpius?"

"Well I assumed they were in the parlour, I heard voices coming from there."

"Fuck, let's go and check upstairs. Molly Weasley is here and wants to see them."

Draco shrugged. "If it were us, Harry, with spells on our bedrooms, we'd be fucking in the loo, don't you think?"

"Yes," Harry said, thumping his head against Draco's shoulder. "Do you want to fetch them or shall I? Or should we do it together?"

"Together, I think," Draco answered with a wry smile. "Maybe we'll catch them in the act."

"Draco, please, I don't want to think about my son having sex."

"Oh, all right, but we might, so prepare yourself."

Harry and Draco trudged up the stairs, making as much noise as possible to warn the boys they were coming. There didn't seem to be much of a point to trying to keep them from messing around together, not after the pregnancy scare and the confession of love under Veritaserum.

Harry rapped on the bathroom door. "I'm in here," Scorpius' voice came.

"Yes, and I know Albus is in there with you. Get decent. Molly Weasley has come for a visit and would like to see you boys. So please, play brothers for her."

"All right, Dad," Albus called through as well.

Draco stood against the wall, book to his chest and snickering. "Oh, hush it, you," Harry said.

"Why don't you make me?" Draco taunted.

Harry strode over to him and claimed his mouth in a sweet kiss that soon turned into a frotting match against the wall.

"Ahem," Scorpius said from behind.

Harry had totally lost himself in Draco, he'd forgotten the boys. He cleared his throat. "Down in the parlour, off with you," he said, as sternly as he could manage.

***

Once Molly had left, giving everybody hugs and kisses including Scorpius and Draco, the kids retired to the drawing room and Harry and Draco shut the doors to the parlour and collapsed on the sofa together.

"Well, that went a lot different than I had imagined it would," Harry said, snuggling up into Draco's side and sliding a hand down the inside of his thigh.

"Harry, what are you doing?" Draco asked, his voice rising softly.

"Hmm?" Harry said, sliding his palm up to Draco's groin and massaging it through his dark green robes until he felt the hardness build beneath his hand.

Draco arched slightly on the sofa, pressing into Harry's touch. "Don't tell me you're horny again? We came four times yesterday," Draco groaned.

"That was then, this is now," Harry said, kissing up the side of Draco's neck, finding his earlobe and nibbling on it. "Want you," he whispered.

Draco groaned and allowed himself to be pushed onto his back while Harry straddled his legs on the sofa, leaning down to grind against him and to plant more kisses all over his face.

Draco stopped him, capturing Harry's mouth with his own and moving them together in a perfect dance of lips and tongues.

"Er--Dad," James said from the doorway.

Harry turned his face to meet the blue eyes of his eldest. "Give me half a tick, Jamie. I'll be right there."

"Right," James said, closing the door.

Harry got up and adjusted his jumper and was glad to be wearing baggy jeans. Draco moaned.

"Why do you always get me all worked up when we can be interrupted?"

"Sorry," Harry said sheepishly, leaning down to give Draco one last, lingering kiss. "Later?"

"Definitely, hurry up. Go talk with your son."

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