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Catch Me if You Can	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 35576 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“Uugh.”
“I’m sorry. It’s a very common ailment in pregnancy, though.” Draco said, rubbing Harry’s back soothingly.
“I hate you.” Harry said miserably, then retched again.
Draco sighed. “I know, Love. I don’t blame you. I’d probably hate me too, in your position.”
Harry cast a breath-freshening charm, then flushed the toilet. “You’re never going to be in my position, though.” He pointed out, standing up.
Draco opened the stall door. “Are you okay to go to class?” He asked.
“Yeah.” Harry groaned. “But we’re going to be late now.”
“It’s just History of Magic. I doubt Binns will even notice.” Draco drawled.
Harry didn’t even react when Draco took his bag from him.
Draco took Harry’s hand. “Come on, Harry.” He said, giving his hand a squeeze.
Harry took a deep breath, then nodded. “Let’s go, then.” He said.
They walked in companionable silence, then entered the classroom. There were two seats open, at the back, and they sat down, Harry laying his head on the table.
Draco snorted. “At least take your book out and pretend to be paying attention.” He said, setting Harry’s bag at his feet.
Harry took his book out, opened it to a random page, and laid his head down on it.
Draco just rolled his eyes and let him be, as he took out his things and began to take notes from the book.
*****
Harry raised his hand with a sigh.
Professor McGonagall came over. “Yes, Mr. Potter?”
“My magic isn’t working right now, Professor. I can’t do the spell if I can’t use my magic.” He explained.
Professor McGonagall smiled. “I see. I suppose we can try again later on. Say, after dinner?”
Harry nodded. “I can come back then. Hopefully it’ll be working again.”
“Your child will likely be very powerful, Mr. Potter. It’s nothing to be worried about. My congratulations.” Professor McGonagall said with a smile, patting him on the shoulder before walking back to the front of the classroom.
Ron looked over from his still-feathered vase. “Your magic’s acting up?” He asked in interest.
Harry waved his wand and intoned: “Wingardium leviosa,” pointing it at the vase. Not even a twitch. He sighed again.
Ron chuckled. “I see what you mean. She’s right, you know. It’s a sign of a powerful child.”
Harry nodded. “Yeah, Draco explained that to me. But I still wish I could rely on my magic.”
Hermione smiled. “Still, it’s something to be proud of. And for two generations in a row to be powerful… It’s not something that happens often, Harry. Generally, powerful parents means the children will only have average levels of magic. You can’t deny that you are powerful, Harry.” She waved her wand, murmuring the spell again, and her vase turned back into a cockatoo. “It’s really rare for this to happen. Be happy about it.”
“I am, don’t get me wrong. I just wish my magic would work consistently. As you’ve seen, it makes class rather difficult.” Harry said with a shrug.
A paper swan flew over Harry’s head, settling on the desk in front of him. Harry frowned and unfolded it.
‘I love you’ was written on it in a very familiar hand.
Harry turned to face Draco a few seats behind him and smiled.
The blond smiled back and blew him a kiss.
Harry turned back around before they could get in trouble, still grinning.
Hermione smiled and shook her head at him. “Honestly, you two.” She said in fond exasperation, turning her cockatoo back into an elegant vase.
*****
Harry sighed, collapsing onto the couch. “I never want to have to do another make-up class again.” He said tiredly.
Draco chuckled from inside the room, where he was working on his potions essay. “Look at it this way: Your condition gets you out of Potions practicals, so at least it serves some purpose, right?” He shot back.
“I suppose.” Harry agreed, leaning his head back and looking up at the ceiling. “When can we find out if we’re having a boy or girl?”
Draco smiled. “Not for a while yet. That time will come soon enough.”
“I know you said all you wanted was a healthy baby, but honestly, which would you prefer?” Harry asked.
Draco walked out and sat next to Harry on the couch, wrapping an arm around him. “Well, a little boy would probably be easier. But a little green-eyed girl would be nice, too. We’ll probably end up with at least one of each. I want more than one kid, after all.”
Harry smiled. “I’ve always wanted a big family.” He admitted.
Draco kissed the top of his head. “Then that’s what you’ll get, Love. We’ll have a dozen children if that’s what it takes to make you happy.”
Harry made a face. “I don’t want that many!” He said in slight horror.
Draco chuckled. “Well, good. Not that I wasn’t looking forward to making that many, but how would we ever find time for ourselves?”
“Lock ourselves in the bathroom?” Harry suggested.
Draco laughed. “I suppose that’s one solution.” He allowed. “My mum always wanted more children. One of the pitfalls of only marrying Purebloods is that it’s a bit difficult for Pureblooded women to conceive.”
Harry nodded sagely. “Yes, all that inbreeding.”
“We are not inbred!” Draco snapped. “Pureblooded women just have more gentle constitutions than most people and can’t handle pregnancies well.”
Harry gave him a droll look. “Really? All Purebloods are related on some level by now, so if you plan to only marry another Pureblood, you’re marrying family no matter how you look at it.” He told the blond.
Draco opened his mouth, then closed it, thinking. “Hm. You may be right.”
“And that’s inbreeding.” Harry said in a satisfied tone.
“I suppose you’re right.” Draco said with a sigh. “That means we’re slightly related, too.” He pointed out.
Harry frowned. “How do you figure that?”
Draco raised a brow at him. “Well, Mr. Potter, the Potters were Pureblooded, too. And up until five generations ago, they were not only Pureblooded, but they were also Dark-aligned. Perfect spouses for Malfoys. If I remember correctly, my great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother was a Potter. It’s far back there, but it is there, nonetheless.” He finished in a smug tone. “So how does that sit with you, Mr. Inbreeder?”
Harry sighed. “Ew. But it’s far back enough that it shouldn’t be a problem.” He told the blond.
Draco laughed. “It’s hard to find Purebloods you are able to marry that aren’t related on some level, unless you look for one of a different nationality. Blaise, for instance, isn’t related to the Malfoys. He’s Italian. But also a boy, so he wouldn’t have been acceptable without a creature bond in place, since he couldn’t give me children.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “What if you fell in love with him?”
“Malfoys don’t marry for love. My parents certainly didn’t. Yes, they learned to tolerate each other, and they had respect for each other, but there was no love between them.” Draco stated.
Harry stared at him, aghast. “And that doesn’t seem horrible to you? Living like that?”
Draco shrugged. “I thought I’d live that way, so I made my peace with it long ago. I’m glad things didn’t turn out that way, but I was prepared to find someone I could stomach and have an heir, then find a lover that could be discreet enough to not cause a scandal.” He said.
Harry shook his head. “I couldn’t imagine living like that.”
“Everybody’s different.” Draco said with a shrug. “But when expectations are placed on you from a young age, you learn to live with the way things are. That being said, I’m eternally grateful for the serendipity that landed you in my lap.” He finished with a leer.
Harry chuckled. “You’re thinking dirty thoughts again, aren’t you?”
“Does mentally undressing you count as dirty? Because I’ve forgotten.” Draco quipped.
Harry snorted. “So that’s a yes.”
“I can’t help it that you’re utterly irresistible. Come here and kiss me.” Draco ordered, grabbing Harry’s chin and raising his face for a kiss. “Mm, you taste so good.” He breathed, then kissed him again.
Harry moaned, leaning in closer. He sighed when Draco broke the kiss. “How did you get to be such a good kisser?” He asked breathlessly.
“Practice.” Draco purred. “We played a lot of spin-the-bottle and other kissing games in the dungeons. It’s cold down there, so games that arouse, embarrass, or otherwise raise one’s body temperature are favored. Besides, Slytherins are a rather promiscuous bunch. The girls generally won’t have sex, since most Pureblooded girls are supposed to stay virgin until their wedding night, but they’ll do everything else. And a few will even do anal, since that doesn’t show up under the parameters of the virginity spell.”
Harry frowned. “What virginity spell?” He asked.
“Stand up a second.” Draco said.
Harry stood, and Draco pulled out his wand. “Virgo ostendo sum.” He intoned, sweeping the wand over Harry’s body.
Nothing happened.
“A virgin would glow after the spell. If there’s no change, the person is not a virgin.” Draco explained. “The spell is used in most Pureblood marriages, but it won’t be used in ours. Since I’m a creature, we’re expected to be sexually active before marriage. Creatures usually can’t wait very long to bond with their mates.”
“Well, that’s good, since it’ll be kind of hard to verify my virginity with a baby on the way.” Harry said with a smile.
Draco grinned. “I didn’t try to get you pregnant, Love, it just sort of happened.” He reminded the brunet.
“I know.” Harry said, sitting back down. “So, who have you slept with in Slytherin?”
Draco pursed his lips. “I told you, I’ve only had the one before you. I’m not really all that experienced.”
Harry raised a brow. “You’re more experienced than me.” He pointed out.
Draco smirked. “As I should be, being your Dominant, and all.”
“About that…” Harry began.
“Hm?” Draco prodded when Harry seemed to be having trouble continuing that thought.
“Would you ever let me top?”
Draco stared at Harry for a long moment, silently.
Harry flushed and turned his attention to his hands. “Forget it. Sorry. It was a stupid question.”
Draco grabbed his chin and made Harry meet his eyes. “No, it just shocked me. I…” He paused and bit his lip. “I only ever let Father top me. He told me that Malfoys don’t bottom for anyone but other Malfoys, and he never let me top. But if you really want to… I don’t see why not. True, it’s not what my instincts are more comfortable with, but I trust you. You won’t hurt me, and I don’t want you to have to go looking for someone else to give you what I can’t. Yes, I’ll let you top.” Draco told him evenly.
Harry smiled. “Thank you, Draco. I don’t want to right now, but some time later, okay? I’ll let you know.”
“Alright. I do love you, Harry. Never be afraid to ask me anything. I’ll give you anything in my power to give.” Draco promised.
*****
Harry finished his potions essay and sighed. ‘Finally, I’m all caught up.’ He thought happily.
He walked into the common room and looked over at the ever-blooming rose, smiling at it. It was still healthy and beautiful, not that he was expecting any different. He walked over and ran a finger over the vase, tracing the Malfoy family crest on it. ‘Who will be taking whose name when we marry?’ He wondered.
Draco was the Dominant partner, so did he expect Harry to take his name? Harry frowned, unsure if he wanted to. Harry Malfoy didn’t sound too bad, but he was so used to being Harry Potter that he didn’t know if he’d be able to get used to a new name.
Draco came through the door and Harry turned with a smile. “Hey.”
Draco beamed at him. “How are you, Love?” He asked, walking up to Harry and kissing him. “What have you been up to while I was gone?”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Just finishing up homework. Um, Draco, when we marry, whose name changes?” He asked.
Draco frowned. “I would assume mine. There’s no name more famous or revered than Harry Potter, anyway. So, naturally, I’ll take your name. Mother did want me to ask if one of our sons could carry the Malfoy name forward, though.”
Harry bit his lip. “Would that be okay? Can we give our child a different last name than we have?” He asked.
Draco nodded. “Yes, and in circumstances like ours, it’s quite the done thing. We are both the last of our lines, after all, but there’s no sense in both lines dying out, or even one if we can prevent it, which I’m sure we can.” He stated.
Harry smiled. “Alright, we’ll have a boy be a Malfoy. So, Draco Potter?” He teased.
Draco made a face. “Well, it’ll take some getting used to, that’s for sure.” He said. “I’m sure in time, being a Potter will grow on me.”
Harry shrugged. “I’ve never had a problem with it.” He said with a grin.
“Yes, well, you’ve never had a different name. I have.” Draco pointed out.
Harry wrapped his arms around Draco. “Have I told you lately that I love you?”
Draco flushed, but smiled. “Only every day for the past month, but it’s nice to hear it, all the same.” He said.
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