Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Erotes	By : Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 70634 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 19
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any concepts or characters associated with it. I am not making any money from this this story

Chapter List
- 12
- 13
- 14
AN: Chapter 13; okay it really has been really slow progress on this story, mostly because of my university work (down to 4 deadlines now, so I am winning slowly but surely). I managed to find enough time to come and give you this chapter which surprised me and I have more or less got chapter 14 down now, so hopefully I can update again next week, but we will see.
Enjoy.
Warnings: Swearing, slash and Adult themes, sexual content. For full warnings see story description.
Thank you to my beta, AchillesTheGeek.

(Note: This is the updated edited version of the chapter. Updated 09/07/2015)

It was amazing to both Harry and Draco how quickly the rest of the term passed, and now the holidays were quickly creeping up on them. It was more or less a given that Harry and Draco were going to be staying in the castle for Christmas; there wasn't really anywhere else for them to go. There was, of course, no chance that Draco could go home, not that either of his parents were there anyway; and Harry would never choose to return to the Dursleys' house, nor was he about to let them near his mate.
Ron had assured them that they were both welcome to join the Weasleys for Christmas. However, Harry didn't want them to have to spend the holiday dealing with Ginny's sulking, nor answering questions from the various brothers and a fussing Mrs. Weasley, and that wasn't even considering the practically certain awkwardness between Draco and the Weasleys. It all just sounded like a bit too much for them to handle and so Harry had turned down the offer with thanks. Therefore they were left with no choice but to spend the holiday at Hogwarts, not that either of them was particularly upset about this.
Ron, however, had seemed actually disappointed that they wouldn't be coming to The Burrow. "You can't avoid the rest of my family forever," the red-head had pointed out. "You're going to have to tell them something, and sooner rather than later. As it is, I bet Mum's not going to happy that you haven't already told her about Draco and... you know, the baby and all that."
Harry had scowled at him for that, but had to admit that his best friend had a point; Mrs Weasley did, after all, consider him practically one of her children. In truth, he knew that he had been avoiding talking to her because he knew that once she knew, that she would insist on telling all the rest of the family.
It wasn't that he was ashamed of his bond with Draco, but he wasn't sure how the rest of the Weasleys were going to react to him being so permanently bonded to a Malfoy, given the tension between the two families. He thought that perhaps he was worrying for nothing, or at least he hoped so, but either way, he comforted himself with thoughts that Christmas was not the time to deal with such issues, regardless. He would spend Christmas doting on Draco and worry about his adoptive family in the New Year.
Hermione had accepted her own invitation from the Weasley family, only to then berate Harry when she found out that he and Draco hadn't accepted theirs.
“You love the Weasleys,” Harry reminded her, rather amused by her reaction to knowing she would be the only guest staying at the Burrow over the holiday. The two of them were sat on the sofa in Harry and Draco’s rooms, Hermione having escaped there after getting annoyed with Ron for not having even started his Herbology essay that was due to the next day.
“Of course, I do,” Hermione said dismissively. “But who is going to help me escape from the Weasley madness when it inevitably all gets a bit much?” she asked, looking at him imploring. She would of course still go, even without Harry, but she would have preferred for him to be there too; at least then they could have shared the brunt of Mrs Weasley’s fussing. Harry, however, had just laughed and hadn’t been swayed at all.
“Sorry, Granger,” Draco said, from where he was sat in one of the armchairs, looking up briefly from the book he had had his head buried in for the last half an hour. “I am selfish enough that I am not willing to share Harry this Christmas,” he told her matter-of-factly. “It is our first one together, after all.”
Hermione gave a small sigh and nodded her understanding.
“I suppose that’s true,” she said, smiling indulgently at Draco, clearly thinking that his desire to share the Christmas holidays with Harry was rather endearing. “I am just going to miss you this Christmas,” she added, turning back to Harry, as Draco went back to his book.
“I know, I’m going to miss you too, and Ron,” Harry told her earnestly, reaching out to take her hand. “And Mrs. Weasley’s cooking,” he added with a grin, causing Hermione to laugh.
“Well, I better go check on Ron and see if he has finished that essay yet,” she said getting to her feet. “I promised him I would look it over if he could get it done before I got back. I just can’t believe he left it until the last minute again,” she added with an exasperated sigh and a shake of her head as she headed out of the room.
Harry turned to look at his boyfriend, and the smug grin that broke out of Draco's face the second that the door had shut behind Hermione was too much for Harry to handle. “I can’t believe you,” he said, unable to keep himself from bursting out laughing; he didn't really want to encourage Draco's manipulations of his friends but Hermione had fallen for it hook, line and sinker. "You, Love, really are a brilliant Slytherin,” he told the blond proudly. "You almost even had me convinced."
"Well,” Draco said, getting to his feet and putting his book down on the coffee table, so that he could give Harry his full attention, “with the way she was going, and knowing your impulsive reactions to any and all guilt trips, you were going to end up signing us up for Christmas with the Weasleys," he said, scowling slightly as he straddled himself across Harry’s lap. "And, like I said, I am not sharing you."
"Aww, Draco,” Harry said, threading his fingers through the back of the blond’s hair and pulling his boyfriend down for a gentle, sweet kiss. “That was almost romantic," he said teasingly, but was left unable to say anything more, as Draco pressed their lips together once again.
-#-
Term finally ended just a few days before Christmas, and very next day the majority of the students were heading down to Hogsmeade to catch the train to London, where they would be reunited with their families. Harry and Draco said goodbye to their friends at the Castle, not wanting to make the journey down to the wizarding village only to have to make their way back again after the train had left.
Hermione and Ron had both asked again if they were sure they didn’t want to join them, and Blaise had even offered them a chance to join him for the holidays; but, declining the kind offers, and after exchanging festive well-wishes and hugs, they managed to send their friends off in the direction of the waiting carriages.
Draco wrapped his own arms a little tighter around himself, and leaned in a little closer to Harry, trying keep the sharp bitter cold of the Scottish winter at bay as they watched the carriages head off through the snow. "So what are we going to do with the next couple of weeks, given that we have this time all to ourselves?” he asked, looking up at his boyfriend.
"I could think of one or two ways to pass the time," Harry told him with a devious wink as he spread his large green wings out behind himself. Draco smiled gratefully, pressing his body against Harry’s and stealing a kiss, as the curtain of green feathers wrapped around them like a cocoon to keep them warm.
-#-
Lucius closed the book he was reading and moved over to the bars across his doorway as he heard the potions master moving around.
“How long are you planning to pretend I don’t exist, Severus?” he asked calmly, his eyes fixed on the other man, as Severus drew his wand and wordlessly transported one of the two plates of food the house elves had brought into Lucius’ cell.
His friend gave no reply, and so, having nothing else to do, the blond turned to look at the meal that was now on his table. While it might not be the quality he demanded of his own elves, it looked to be at least somewhat edible. One could hardly expect gourmet food in a school, after all, and the meals he had been given during his imprisonment thus far had done him no harm.
"Why are you so scared to let something happen between us?" he asked, turning his attention back to Severus, who had taken a seat at the table to eat his own dinner.
The Potions Master paused with his fork half way to his mouth; he sighed as he put it back down on his plate.
"I have told you before,” he said quietly, his voice sounding strained as though it took him great effort to speak the words, “you aren't in your right mind at present and when you are, I am quite certain that you will not want this." Severus shuffled his chair and plate along the table a little, so that his back was turned towards Lucius more completely and once again began to eat.
"I am regaining more of myself each day, and you know it," Lucius pointed out, feeling frustrated at Severus’ altruistic streak. He knew that Draco had done something to make him fall in love with the potions master, but he knew there was more to it than that. He was sure something lasting could come of this if he could simply get Severus to hear him out.
But once again, Severus offered no reply.
"You may be right,” Lucius said after a few moments, and he was pleased to see the other man freeze. “Once this enchantment, or whatever it is, is gone, I will likely no longer feel able to admit my feelings for you,” he admitted, knowing himself well enough to realise that his recent openness regarding his feelings was not his usual behaviour. “I will likely hate that you know of my… desires at all. However, while I will no doubt deny them fiercely, they will not be gone."
Slowly Severus pushed his plate away and rose from his seat, hesitantly turning to face Lucius. He was rather surprised by the blond’s admission, but wasn’t sure whether to believe that Lucius was speaking the truth. He couldn’t help but wonder if it was truly possible that Lucius had spent all these years returning his feelings but hiding the fact in shame. Over the years many people had hinted at it but he had always thought they spoke in jest. He hadn’t actually believed that it could be true; he hadn't dared to allow himself to believe such a thing.
"Severus,” Lucius said, his voice pleading as he looking the potions master in the eye, “you will have to be the brave one." Right now he was certain of what he wanted, and had the courage to say it and risk that rejection, but he could already feel that desperate recklessness fading day-by-day.
Severus scowled; what was it with people telling him to be brave? It was almost as if they thought him to be some Gryffindor. It frustrated him no end that they seemed to be oblivious to how scared he felt of facing Lucius’ rejection, for he was sure that that was one thing he could never survive. Already he was convinced that he would have to face his friend’s anger once the last of Draco’s influence was gone and even the thought of that made him feel quite nauseous.
"Please, Severus," Lucius begged, his slender fingers wrapping around the metal bars. He gave a small almost imperceptible sigh, his expression softening to a smile as Severus began to move towards him across the room. “Please,” he said again, as the potions master came to stand in front of him for the first time since the kiss they had shared.
“I cannot do this, Lucius,” Severus said earnestly, all but radiating his sadness into the room around him. He wanted to, he wished that the circumstances were different, but he could not deny the reality of their situation.
"I barely feel the influence I was under now," the blonde explained, determined to sway him, to talk him into letting them both surrender to their emotions. "I am more myself and yet I find I still am left with this undeniable desire to be with you,” Lucius went on determinedly, “emotions… feelings that I had buried so deep I had almost forgotten, but they have always been there."
"I don't want you to hate me,” Severus snapped, turning to face away. He wished that Lucius would just let it be, but he knew his friend well enough to know that he would not. “I do not want you to hate yourself,” he added more calmly, turning back to Lucius once more, “especially not for being with me." It was hard to admit, and Severus could no longer meet the other man’s eye, and dropped his sadden gaze to the floor.
"Then help me accept my feelings, for they are part of me!" Lucius yelled; seeing the potions master so forlorn was stirring something in his soul and made him want to take that sadness and banish it. "I already hate myself, I am stuck hating myself for feeling these things for you,” Lucius told him angrily, though it was anger at himself more than anything. “I was always taught that it was wrong, you know that much. Help me understand this, let it be something great; let me be allowed to be in love with you for once in my life, Severus."
The potions master was somewhat surprised that his legs were still managing to keep him upright, given how badly they were shaking; he was starting to hope, daring to believe Lucius and it was both utterly terrifying and exhilarating all at once. He reached out a hesitant hand, as though needing to check that Lucius really was there, really saying all the things he needed to hear, and not just some figment of his imagination.
Lucius took Severus’ hand carefully in his own before the potions master had a chance to pull back again. "I love you, Severus," he said softly, his voice almost a whisper, as he pressed the back of the hand against his cheek, nuzzling it slightly in an act of gentleness that the professor had not believed Lucius capable of. "Not because of any spell or influence of others but because of who you are,” he went on, pressing a kiss the hand he still held in his own, “because you always saw me for who I was and stood by me anyway."
Severus opened his mouth to try and speak, but his voice seemed to have taken an unauthorised leave of absence. He was trembling and was mentally cursing himself for feeling like a teenage girl falling in love for the first time. Though he supposed that he was, at least the falling in love part; he was thankful that he was not, never had been and never would have to be a teenage girl. He was, despite all his best efforts, falling in love with Lucius all over again. He didn’t mean to let it happen but it was empowering when the man was standing in front of him, returning his affections, and it made him feel young and alive in a way he hadn’t in a long time.
Severus looked Lucius in the eye, his hand still resting in the other man’s, and didn’t allow himself to think on it further, before waving his wand and muttering an incantation under his breath before placing his wand carefully on the nearest surface, which just happened to be a bookshelf. He couldn’t look away from the tall blond, as he stepped forward, the spell allowing him, and only him, to pass through the bars as though they were nothing more than smoke and into the room beyond.
Lucius smirked at him slightly, looking more than a little pleased at having talked Severus into at least giving him this much of a chance; the sight sent glorious shivers down Severus' spine, his heart hammering in his chest.
"I love you too," Severus admitted rather breathlessly; his whole body was thrumming with arousal, and he couldn't help but step up closer to the blond, his heart beating harder and faster than he remembered it ever having done in the past.
"I know," Lucius stated confidently, his smirk growing as he pulled the potions master against him. They both pushed the lengths of their bodies against each other's and Lucius wasted no more time before tilting his head down enough to capture Severus' lips with his own.
Twenty years of mutual wanting seemed to explode between them in that moment. Two sets of hands, pulling at each other's clothes, desperate to get as close as possible, closer even, until they wouldn't know where one ended and the other began; tongues explored their mouths and teased, heightening their desire, and depriving them of oxygen until they felt light headed.
Lucius didn't break their kiss as he turned them both around and started to walk Severus backwards across the room. It was slightly awkward but he managed to slip his arms out of his robe, not caring as he let it fall to the ground; it was then that the tall blond turned his attention to getting Severus out of his robes too. Unbuttoning the potion master's top, he slid it over Severus' shoulders, exposing his pale but toned chest and letting the garment fall to the floor.
Severus was breathing deeply as Lucius pulled back from their kiss and looked him over. The blond continued to remove Severus' clothing before gently trailing his slender fingers over the exposed skin; a smirk crossed his lips as he pushed firmly but gently.
Severus fell backwards with a gasp at the unexpected action, not having had a moment to brace himself, and landed with his back on the bed. He leant up on his elbows just enough to be able to watch as Lucius removed his own top and then trousers. Severus thought that the man somehow looked even taller without his clothes, his long hair paler and his face more handsome; Lucius may not be muscular but he was nothing shy of beautiful to Severus.
Looking very pleased with himself and the reaction he was getting from the potions master, Lucius crawled onto the bed, leaning over the smaller man. He was straddling Severus, his knees either side of the man's legs as he undid the potion master's belt before pulling down both trousers and underwear, exposing the already hard length beneath.
Severus helped Lucius to shift the clothing down his slender legs, and was only a little surprised by how suddenly vulnerable and apprehensive he felt, being completely naked and more or less at the mercy of the older man. However, despite the anxiousness he felt, there was a thrill of anticipation leaving him eager for more.
Severus cast a wandless and wordless summoning charm; Lucius chuckled deeply when the potion master caught and then handed him a small pot of what appeared to be homemade lube. Severus narrowed his eyes, silently challenging Lucius to comment. The blond man above him simply just chuckled again, his smirk firmly in place as he opened the pot and covered his fingers.
Lucius moved one of his legs between Severus' as he rubbed his slicked fingers together to warm them slightly. The pressure again the inside of this thigh, and the sight of Lucius' lubricated digits made Severus' already hard member twitch with anticipation. "You'll enjoy this," Lucius promised, as he moved his other leg between Severus' and ran his fingers of his unlubed hand smoothly over the potion master's cock teasingly.
Severus moaned softly before he could stop himself. He felt he had waited a lifetime for this moment and he was half convinced that he was going to lose his mind. He felt the mild discomfort barely a second later as a slicked finger slid into him but knew it was going to become a lot more than a single digit before they were done.
The deft fingers stroking his length helped keep Severus' mind from the uncomfortable stretching the addition of a second finger caused. He couldn't decide whether he wanted to close his eyes and just enjoy the sensations or keep them open and watch the glorious sight of Lucius leaning over him.
"Look at me, Severus," Lucius demanded, his voice deep and breathy with arousal as he spoke, making up the other man's mind for him.
Severus' eyes seemed to darken impossibly more as he fought to keep them open; the simple instruction felt so much harder to follow than he had expected, as his body was so pleasurably assaulted by deft fingers. His fingers scrunched the sheets beneath him, and he cried out, something between a wanton moan and a gasp of pain, as Lucius slid a third finger inside of him; Lucius used his whole body to ease Severus' legs further apart, leaving the potions master gloriously displayed to his eyes as he leaned down to press kisses to his jaw.
"Please, Lucius, please," Severus begged; he was not normally one to speak in bed but the man leaning over him, preparing him, stroking him, was driving him to distraction and he couldn't take much more.
"As you wish, Severus," Lucius chuckled softly, his voice gruff with lust. Removing his fingers from Severus arse and releasing his hold on the man's cock, he made quick work of removing his own underwear; his own length was already hard and ready from the arousing sight spread on his bed.
He added some of the lube to his member before leaning down and kissed Severus again, as he gripped the potion master's thighs, spreading the man's legs wider. He shifted his hips forward, the head of his cock rubbed against Severus' entrance and he watched as the younger man's eyes dilated in anticipation, eyes widening as he used a hand to help push passed the first ring of muscle.
"Oh Merlin, Lucius," Severus groaned, as he felt Lucius push into his body. It burned, it hurt; he wanted more and less all at once, wanted to pull away and for Lucius to push in further.
Lucius hands moved to Severus' hips, the potions master's hands quickly moving to cover them. The blond groaned, as he pushed further into the man; it was tight, tighter than he had anticipated and so very different from all the times he had taken his wife. He was certain that this was better; it was as though this was who he was supposed to be with, this was who he was meant to be inside.
Lucius wrapped a hand around Severus' length and stroked him, hoping to encourage more of the delicious sounds that the man was making, and wanting to distract him from any pain he might be feeling. He rubbed a thumb over the tip of Severus' cock, causing it to release a small bead of pre-cum.
The power was intoxicating to Lucius; he couldn't deny how much it turned him on to know that Severus had surrendered his body to him, that he could make the man feel whatever he wanted. It was amazing to Lucius that his friend was trusting him to bring him pleasure; however, the blond was more than willing and, now that he had the chance, he was desperate to watch Severus come undone.
It took a moment, but Lucius could feel Severus' relaxing, growing used to the intrusion. He pushed himself further into the potion master's body, taking his time so as not to hurt him; it wouldn't do to have Severus not willing to consent to a repeat performance, after all. Lucius had his erection about halfway buried inside the slightly younger man and he pulled back out a little before pushing himself in again, sinking deeper into Severus' body, and making them both groan in pleasure.
His hands maintained their grip on Severus' hips, the potion master's hands on his arms, as though trying to pull him closer. "Merlin, Lucius, just move," Severus said snarkily, when Lucius was taking too long, and the blond smirked, before starting to shift his hips again repeatedly, thrusting gently as he could, settling deeper into the other man's body with each time.
The sounds being drawn from the smaller man lips were as enticing as his body; Lucius had thought Severus might talk dirty or be demanding but somehow the knowledge that he was a moaner was even more beautiful that the alternatives. He thrust in harder, his own control starting to wane.
Apparently it was the right thing to do because Severus' back arched and he cried out in pleasure; Lucius repeated the motion. "Yes, more," Severus groaned out, his eyes pinching shut instinctively as Lucius brushed over the sensitive nerves inside him.
Lucius was only too happy to oblige such a request, burying himself deep into the potion master's body, and soon they were writhing together. Lucius hands were on Severus' waist as he thrust in deeply, his cock rubbing against that bundle of nerves that was quickly driving his new lover insane.
It was wonderful, both of them independently coming to the conclusion that this was what sex was supposed to be and that it would never feel right with anyone else ever again. Severus almost screamed when he came, ribbons of white cum between them, his muscles clenching and dragging Lucius suddenly after him, only a few seconds later.
Gasping a little as he tried to catch his breath, Lucius carefully slid out of Severus' body and lay down on the bed next to his friend of more than twenty years. He was exhausted and sated in a way he had never felt after sex before. Severus was feeling much the same way if the deep breaths he was taking were any indication.
Neither of them could find the words to express how they felt in that moment, and it was a few minutes before Lucius reached over and rolled Severus gently into his arms. Shifting around a little, he slid the blankets from beneath them, pulling the bed covers over both their naked bodies, uncaring about the mess they were in and just wanting to be close. Severus sighed quietly, as Lucius held him, and it was no time at all before they had both fallen into the most restful sleep they had had in years.
-#-
It was Christmas morning, and Draco and Harry were sat on the floor in the living area of their rooms. The blond was leaning sideways against his dominant mate, so that his wings weren't crushed. The two of them had been enjoying the holiday period, relishing the time they had to themselves, without friends demanding any of their time or attention.
Things were good between them, comfortable, but physically their relationship seemed to have reached a bit of a road block. It seemed that the longer they left actually having sex, the more nervous they both became; it was a hurdle that they knew they would need to conquer soon before their anxieties over it got any worse.
However, neither of them were actually going to worry over that when things were so good between them at the moment; they were becoming increasingly comfortable with each other's bodies and mutual touching was becoming a more normal part of their relationship.
They were both dressed only in pyjama trousers and Harry's fingers were drawing gentle circles on Draco's exposed belly; he secretly loved the occasional giggles that the blond would make when he found a ticklish spot.
"You know, sometimes I almost forget that there is actually a person growing in there," Draco told him, hand resting over Harry's stilling the movement. "I am more or less always aware that I am pregnant," he tried to explain, his head leaning against Harry's chest, "but sometimes it is like my brain is still processing what that really means."
"I get that," Harry said, humming thoughtfully, resting his cheek against the top of Draco's head as he held him close. "Every time I think it has really hit me that we are going to be parents, to a little person who is half you and half me, then it hits me all over again."
"What if we mess this up, Harry?" Draco asked quietly; it was something he had been thinking about a lot the last few days. "I don't know the first thing about being a parent and in a little over six months we are going to have this tiny little person, who is completely dependent on us for everything."
Harry chuckled; he found it kind of sweet that Draco was worrying about that. "We will be fine," he assured his submissive; it wasn't that he thought it was going to be easy or anything, but it wasn't like they would be expected to manage completely by themselves.
Draco hummed sceptically, turning his head to look up at his mate. He appreciated Harry's confidence but that didn't chase away his doubts and concerns. Harry sighed, pressing a kiss to Draco's forehead.
"Do you really think that anyone actually knows what they are doing the first time?" Harry asked, a soft smile on his face, not liking seeing his submissive so worried. "Besides," he went on, "Hermione will have read a hundred books on the subject before this little one is born, and will be able to provide us with all the reading material we could ever want. Pansy will be so besotted with this baby that we will probably have to fight her just to get cuddles with our own child."
Draco couldn't help but chuckle at that, knowing that Harry was probably completely right on both fronts. He was also considering looking up some reading material for himself before Granger could present them with a reading list; they might be doing better with each other but that didn't mean he wanted to be told how to raise his own child by her.
"That isn't even starting on your mother and Mrs Weasley," Harry pointed out, running his fingers through Draco's hair as the submissive rested his head against him once more. "They will likely be around to offer us more advice than we could ever want. And we both know that the rest of our friends will be around to support us too."
Draco was grinning by the time Harry was done, knowing that his mate was right. They weren't doing this on their own and their baby was going to be very well loved and cared for. "Thank you," he said, leaning his head back and smiling up at Harry.
"What for?" Harry asked, his nose and forehead cutely scrunched in confusion.
"For knowing what to say to make me feel better about everything." Draco explained, pushing himself up enough to press his lips against Harry's in a chaste kiss.
"Well I am nervous about everything too," Harry admitted, not wanting to let Draco think he was the only one with concerns. "All those things you're scared of messing up, I am scared of making a mess of them too," he confessed. "I am just kind of accepting that we won't be perfect at this being a family thing; expecting us to be would be pretty unrealistic. We'll figure it out as we go."
"Family," Draco said, with a happy sigh.
Harry chuckled and kissed the top of his submissive's head. "Yeah, I like the sound of that too."
-#-
The Weasley family Christmas was as rowdy as it always was. Everyone had had a great day, loving the presents they had been given and feeling overly stuffed from the endless supply of food Mrs. Weasley had provided. Ron and Hermione seemed to be feeling a little awkward in the family situation without Harry as a buffer and Ginny was ready to lock them in a room together till they would give in and snog already.
She was, however, still feeling pretty pissed off at Ron for the way he had spoken to her that day after quidditch practice, and so she was staunchly ignoring her brother. She was not feeling very kindly towards Hermione either, given that she and Ron were both supporting Harry's inexplicable sudden fling with Malfoy.
Whatever their reasons, she was feeling rather bitter towards the pair of them at present, and therefore she had decided to let them continue to tiptoe around each because she was in no mood to help them fix their love lives when they had happily watched hers crash and burn.
Which is how it came to be that the early evening of Boxing Day found Ginny sitting on her bed, having some quiet time; as much as she loved her brothers, they were being even louder than usual, and Fred and George had been in an extra troublesome mood in the excitement of Christmas. She was currently reading through a book containing lots magical tales that her mother had read to her many times as a child; she had come across it when tidying her room to make space for Hermione to stay.
She pulled the quilt, which her brothers had given her for Christmas, tightly around her shoulders, keeping warm as she started on another yet another story in the book. It was a love story, one she remembered her mother having read to her a couple of times; it wasn't one of her favourites, but it was kind of sweet. It was about a young couple who destiny thrown together, binding them with a child and blessing them with wings.
There was a soft, fond smile on her face as she read the vaguely familiar story. However, it wasn't until she turned the page and saw the illustration of the couple in a warm embrace, wings on show that something clicked; the familiarity of the wings, particularly the distinctive colours, made her eyes widen in disbelief.
She hadn't thought about this story, and had always believe that it was just that, simply a story, a legend; but now she couldn't help but wonder if it was possible. Was that what had changed everything? It seemed like madness to think that she might have discovered Harry's real secret, by chance, in a children's book, but it really did explain a great deal.
The moment of shock wearing off, Ginny threw the blanket from her shoulders and shuffled herself off the bed, heading out of her room into the hallway. She had to make a real effort to calm her pace, not wanting to be yelled at for running in the house. She banged hard on Ron's door the moment she reached it, hoping that he was inside; otherwise she would have to wait until later to speak to him about this, and she already felt like she was about to explode from curiosity.
"Who is it?" Ron's voice called out, and Ginny practically sighed with relief.
"It's me," Ginny called out eagerly. "I have to ask you something," she told him, really hoping he wasn't going to be a prat and tell her to go away or something.
"Come in," he responded after a few seconds, sounding a little exasperated.
Ginny pushed the door open and stepped into the room; she spotted Ron sitting on his own bed, much like she had been on hers, and quickly closed the door behind herself, so that they wouldn't be disturbed. Ron was more likely to tell her the truth if they were actually alone.
Ron seemed to have been reading the biography of some famous quidditch player; she was fairly sure that it was the Christmas present that Harry had given him. Now though he was looking at her curiously, waiting for her to speak. Ginny moved over, taking a seat on the edge of Ron's bed, placing her own book into his lap on top of the biography.
"This is what happened to Harry, isn't it?" she asked with the authoritative tone that she had inherited from her mother, jabbing her finger at the picture of the two Erotes. "I am sure you have been told to tell me nothing but..."
"You're right, I can't tell you anything," Ron interrupted, "this isn't my secret to be telling, Ginny." However, the look in his eyes, and the way they were flicking back and forward between her and the picture in the book, told her enough.
"Oh Merlin," Ginny said, sounding slightly faint; of course she had suspected it from the moment she had seen the picture, but Ron had essentially just confirmed it. "This explains everything; everyone's sudden change of heart when it comes to Malfoy, the wings, the secrecy... YOUR complete support of Harry's relationship with someone who you hate."
"Ginny, this is dangerous territory; if it got out..." Ron pleaded, snapping the book shut, and looking at his sister imploringly. Though he was aware that she already knew far too much for him to be able to deny the truth now.
"I won't tell anyone," Ginny said, looking horrified at the idea. Ron looked sceptical. "I don't want to hurt, Harry; I love him, Ron, always have really," she explained, wanting her brother to understand. "This helps though, knowing why," she added with a sigh, shrugging her shoulders.
"Ginny..." Ron said with exasperation; he knew how she felt about Harry, but that didn't make him any more comfortable with her talking to him about it.
"Maybe you guys can stop completely ignoring me now?" Ginny asked, looking Ron in the eye with a stern glare. She still wasn't happy that she had had to figure this out for herself; she had no idea how long they might have chosen to leave her in the dark.
"Maybe you can stop being a crazy bitch now?" Ron snapped back; he knew that he probably shouldn't talk to his sister that way but he had grown seriously tired of her entitled brattish attitude. It was hard enough dealing with everything going on with Harry without throwing her issues in the mix.
"Hey!" Ginny exclaimed indignantly, giving her brother a shove for his rudeness. "I didn't have all the information," she said firmly, pointing a finger at Ron, "so from my perspective..."
"I don't really much care what your perspective was, Ginny," Ron told her, batting away the finger she had pointed at him. "This is Harry's business that you are nosing around in, and the way you have been treating him is completely out of order. And you know it," he added, a little smug at the look of guilt that crossed her face.
Ginny sighed and hung her head, mulling it all over. She could kind of see now that she might have been somewhat unreasonable; she had just really hated not understanding. She still didn't like that Harry was with Malfoy, but at least now she knew why. "Fine, I owe Harry an apology; I get it," she told her brother huffily. "At least now I understand that he is with Malfoy because he has to be, not because..."
"No, Ginny," Ron interrupted, not about to let her go down that road of thinking even for a second, "you don't understand." He gave a frustrated as he sat up in bed, dropping both the book of containing the Erotes and the biography he had been reading onto his bed side table, before fixing his little sister with a very stern glare.
"Harry loves Draco," Ron told her, trying not to look too put out by the truth of that. "He wants to be with Draco. Sure it started because of their Erote inheritance," he admitted, because there was no denying that is was fairly improbably that the two of them would have ended up together without some fairly major intervention from the fates, "but now..."
"You have got to be kidding me," Ginny snarled, getting to her feet and glaring angrily at her brother; she couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Why? That doesn't make any sense, why would he want Malfoy?" she asked, pacing a little, before glaring at Ron again as though the whole thing was his fault.
"Hell if I know," Ron said with a shrug of his shoulders; he didn't get what Harry saw in Draco, but he knew that his best friend was irrevocably in love with the Slytherin, and he had already decided that he was going to be supportive of Harry's relationship. "Look, Ginny, you can either get over yourself and be supportive of Harry, or you stay the hell away from both him and Draco," he said with finality.
Ginny crossed her arms over her chest and pouted. "Fine," she said bitterly, though she still wasn't at all convinced that Harry actually wanted Malfoy. "It's not like it makes any difference either way," she pointed out.
Ron sighed with exasperation. "Please, just find a way to accept this, Ginny. Harry and Draco are bound together, that is never going to change. Believe what you need to, but just leave them be," he requested, picking up Ginny's book from his bedside table and holding it out to her.
Ginny snatched the book back and opened it to the picture of the two Erotes. She ran a finger over the large green wings of the dominant in the picture, remembering the similar ones that she had seen on Harry; she couldn't stop looking at the picture, and slowly her eyes drifted to the obvious pregnancy bump of the submissive, more details of the story coming back to her.
She looked back up at Ron. "Is Draco pregnant?" she asked, already fairly sure of the answer. Ron gave a small nod. Ginny turned and sat next to Ron on the bed, looking stunned. "Harry's really going to be with him forever, isn't he?" she asked rhetorically, as the truth started to sink in, that her fantasy of being Mrs Potter, the mother of his children, was never going to happen.
"Probably," Ron agreed; he was pretty sure that they would spend the rest of their lives together. "Harry sees you more like a sister, Ginny," he said, sure that his friend had never had any romantic inclinations towards her, or at least hoping that was the case; Harry had never said otherwise. "He could do with you behaving like it."
"I'll try," Ginny promised, still feeling fairly bitter at having Malfoy steal Harry from her, but knowing there was nothing to be done now. "That's the best I can manage at the moment," she added when Ron continued to look unimpressed.
Ron nodded his head; he supposed that he could kind of understand that. He smiled, as he used his shoulder to nudge Ginny. "That's a good start," he told her with a grateful smile. "Thank you."
-#-
"Who's the letter from?" Draco asked dozily from where he was lying on the floor in front of the fireplace. He was half asleep, his eyes shut and his head resting on his folding arms, his wings spread out over the top of him like a strange purple feathered blanket. He had heard Hedwig arrive and leave again, and was simply curious.
"Ron," Harry said a little dismissively. He glanced over towards his mate and smiled at the sight of Draco dozing before returning his attention back to the letter as he settled down onto the sofa.
He had easily recognised the handwriting on the envelope and was a little surprised that his friend was writing to him. He slid his finger under the seal and flipped it open, lounging back as he started to read.
'Harry,
Hope you had a good Christmas. Was the usual mad house here. Everyone sends their Christmas greetings (stupidly thought writing this while in the kitchen would be a good idea and now everyone is asking who I'm writing to).
Hermione asks if you have done all your homework and says to remind you that 'you don't want to be having to rush it the day before the start of term'. I told her that it was Draco's job to nag you now but she made me promise to write this anyway.
The real reason I am writing though is to warn you that Ginny worked out what you are....'
"Shit," Harry exclaimed suddenly, sitting bolt upright, and hurriedly reading that last bit through again to make sure he hadn't misread it and panicked over nothing.
"What?" Draco asked worriedly, when Harry didn't elaborate. He had turned to face his mate, leaning up on his arms enough to fix Harry with a concerned look.
"Ginny knows about us," Harry told him bluntly, knowing that Draco needed to know this.
"HOW?!" the submissive demanded to know, already getting to his feet.
"Give me a minute to finish reading," Harry said, as Draco came to sit next to him on the sofa, the blond not even bothering to wait for Harry to finish before starting to read over his shoulder.
'...Ginny worked out what you are. I didn't tell her, I swear. No one's fault really, she just happened to read a book which had a story about 'you-know-what's. I was caught off guard when she confronted me about it, so couldn't really lie to her. Sorry, mate. She was actually surprisingly understanding though, and has promised not to say anything. She seems to have accepted how things are, at least.
I just thought you should know. I'll explain better when we get back. Think you might even get an apology from her.
See you in the new year.
Ron.'
"Well, shit indeed," Draco agreed once they had both finished reading. "Do you really think she is... how did Weasley put it?" Draco leaned over and re-read the last bit of the letter. "...understanding and accepting?"
"I honestly don't know, Draco," Harry sighed, leaning back against the sofa and letting his submissive cuddle into his side. He could hear the scepticism in Draco's voice, and even understood it; he didn't quite believe that everything was just going to be fine with Ginny now that she knew the truth, but it was a start. "She is practically family to me though, I want to give her a chance," he requested, hoping that Draco would at least try to play nice with Ginny when the other returned to Hogwarts.
Draco shook his head, not in disagreement, but rather as an indication of how he felt about Harry's need to give people a chance. To him it seemed like something of a hopeless trait that left his dominant mate beyond help, but Harry was watching him carefully with a hopeful expression, waiting patiently for him to reply.
The blond sighed with fond exasperation. "I will be nice if she is," Draco promised after a few minutes.
"And that is all I ask," Harry told him with a huge grin. Draco opened his mouth to say something to that, but Harry promptly silenced him with a grateful kiss. "Thank you," he said earnestly as they pulled apart, his fingers threaded in Draco's hair and a smile on his lips.
"Besides," Draco said, unable to help but smile in return, his wings flexing out behind him, "this might help with our plans to set her up with Blaise."
Harry laughed. "I had actually forgotten about that," he told him.
Draco chuckled. "Me too," he confessed with a wink, loving that it made Harry laugh again; it really was a sound he was never going to grow tired of hearing.

By popular demand I am going to try and create an email group, where I will send an email notifying when I update any of my stories. If you wish to receive these trial email notifications then please let me know in a review, leaving me your email address. (literally put your email in the review and I will sort the rest)
I will NOT use your email address for anything other than sending you notifications and I will NOT give your email address to anyone else.
Please do take a moment to leave me a review and let me know your thoughts.
Thank you for reading.
Review Responses:
Delia Cerrano - hope you are happy to see the Lucius/Severus progress in this chapter. Yeah, I think this story is going to sort of take the middle ground with Dumbledore, he means well but he is incredibly manipulative and Harry (with help from Draco and Snape) will have to call him on it.
Meechypoo64 - Yeah, Draco was pretty hurt by that, but their baby comes first for both of them. Was a bit of a reality check for them. Yeah Severus is going through the ringer at the moment, but he gets a bit of a reward in this chapter ;)
VincentMeoblinn - Thank you.
Entwinedreader - Sorry, quite a bit of Snape in this chapter too. It is only for a little while, while I work out their relationship.
Chaoslady - Thanks. :) Lucius is getting there. As is Severus. They are working things out slowly.
Jan - hope you enjoyed it.
nari-chan - Yeah, I am apparently pretty good at being mean to him, things are a bit better for him in this chapter though ;) Glad you like how Harry and Draco are progressing and yeah I am not a big Dumbledore fan either, but I do think he means well. Which is how I will portray him, as trying to control and manipulate "for the greater good" but only Harry isn't going to just go along with it now.
- 12
- 13
- 14
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Erotes