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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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Back at Grimmauld, Teddy was waiting for Harry at the kitchen table. Harry and Draco Flooed in through the kitchen fireplace and Draco left Harry alone to go and put the books away and to think about his coming chat with Scorpius.

"So, where is everybody, Teddy? Did we scare them off with all of the problems that have been going on?"

Teddy looked a bit sheepish. "Well, sort of, Harry. Victoire has decided we should spend tonight and the rest of the Christmas holidays with her parents at Shell Cottage. No offence or anything. We were going to visit anyway, but with all of this, well--with all of these issues, we think it's best to let your family work things out here, without us getting in the way."

Harry felt guilt wash over him. If only he'd thought to put the kids up at Godric's Hollow, they wouldn't have imposed so much on his godson's family at Christmas time. Of course, Harry reasoned, he wasn't aware of how bad the problems with so many teenagers were going to be.

"I'm sorry for bringing so much trouble into your house, Teddy. I've got the deed right here," he said, pulling it out of his robe pocket. "It's signed and yours now."

Teddy stood up and embraced Harry. "It's not been that much trouble, Harry. Thanks for understanding and thanks for getting the house paperwork sorted out. I hope you all have a Merry Christmas."

Just then Draco brought Scorpius into the kitchen holding on to his robes' shoulders, practically dragging him. "What were you thinking, young man? How many warnings do we need to give you? You and I have some serious issues to discuss, now sit down!"

Scorpius sat.

"I'll take that as my cue to leave," Teddy said, grinning at Harry. "I wish you the best."

He left by Floo, shouting, "Shell Cottage," into the green flames and disappearing within them.

"What happened now?" Harry asked, exasperated.

"I caught Scorpius with his fingers where they shouldn't have been."

"Where's that?" Harry asked, confused.

Draco gave Harry a dirty look. "Up your son's bum." He turned to Scorpius. "What have I told you about self control? Albus may already be in trouble; what were you thinking? You're only thirteen years old!"

"Dad, I--we--we weren't going to have sex. It's just that I wanted to make him feel good. I love him, I want to please him. Did you hear him complaining?"

"Scorpius, I'm seriously thinking about sending you to your mother for Christmas," Draco said, anger punctuating his voice.

Harry hadn't seen Draco so angry since their days in school. It frightened him to see him acting like this toward his own son.

"No, father please. Don't send me to her," Scorpius said, fear in his voice.

"That isn't all," Draco nearly hissed. "If you don't cut it off with Albus, I'll pull you out of Hogwarts and send you to Durmstrang!"

Harry wanted to protest on Scorpius' behalf, but the anger Draco was emanating kept him in check. He knew what Scorpius and Albus were doing was wrong, but he couldn't help but understand the draw that the Malfoy males had and it seemed that Albus was also drawn in by their Veela allure. Still such a young teenage pregnancy and with a young boy would be a terrible thing, especially the son of Harry Potter. It would raise such a scandal.

"Umm, maybe we should check Albus' status again, Draco," Harry said, attempting to calm the anger in the room.

Draco looked at him, eyes flashing dangerously, then they softened. Harry could feel Draco calming down.

Draco turned back to Scorpius, looking down on him. "It's your choice, choose wisely."

He strode out of the kitchen, blue robes billowing behind him in such a way it would do Severus Snape proud.

Harry put his hand on Scorpius' shoulder while the boy stood, head downcast. "He's doing it for your own good. I hope you know that your father loves you."

Harry followed Draco into the parlour. Albus was sitting on the couch, hands clasped between his knees and shoulders drawn. He looked up with fear in his eyes as Harry and Draco bore down on him.

"Dad--I--I'm sorry," Albus pleaded as Harry grew closer.

"Lay down on the sofa, Al," Harry said, as sternly as he was able.

Albus meekly lay on his back on the sofa.

"Draco's going to perform the pregnancy detection charm on you again."

Albus turned his head away from the sofa and pulled up his shirt. He stared at the fire, face expressionless.

Harry and Draco exchanged a look. Scorpius skulked into the room just as Draco was standing behind the sofa with his wand raised over Albus' abdomen.

Scorpius joined Harry at the foot of the sofa while Draco performed the charm. The glow over Albus was bluish, but the further up it rose, turned purple. There was no sign of anything within the glow.

Draco broke the connection. "Well that was odd, what does purple mean?"

Harry shrugged. "Maybe I should try it."

Albus was sighing. He looked down to Harry and Scorpius. "Yeah, go ahead, Dad. I'm not pregnant. Prove it for me."

Draco and Harry traded places and Harry swept his wand in the same motion Draco had used, muttering the incantation. A blue glow rose above Albus' stomach. "Negative," Harry announced with relief.

Draco grabbed Scorpius by the shoulder. "You are very lucky, Scorpius. Now make your choice and do what's right. Harry and I will be in the drawing room checking on James and Lily. Come on Harry."

Harry gave Albus a sad look and left with Draco.

***

Lily and James were sitting side by side on the sofa before the fire in the drawing room, just staring at the flames when Harry entered the room, shortly followed by Draco.

He crossed over and sat in one of the upright chairs to the left of the sofa and Draco took the one on the right.

"Have a nice day out?" James asked sarcastically.

"Er--yes, we got some last minute Christmas shopping done and Draco has already commissioned a builder for our new house."

"Great," said Lily still staring into the fire.

"What's going on with you two?" Harry asked, concerned.

"Not that you'd care or anything," James said. "But we'd like to see Mum."

"We want to know why she doesn't want us any more," Lily added.

"Now what makes you think your mother wouldn't want you any more? You're great kids." Harry pleaded.

"Yeah, so she just tries to off herself because she loves us so much, is that it, Dad? I want to hear why she wanted to leave us from her own mouth," said James.

"You know her mind isn't quite right right now, James. She's not thinking clearly. The potion she took poisoned her mind and they're still trying to work it out, but since she's a danger to herself, she has to stay in the Janus Thickey ward for a while."

Just then voices could be heard from the hall, loud voices.

"I can't believe you'd do this to me," Albus screamed. "After all this time? I hate you!" He thundered up the stairs and they could hear his door slam.

Soon after, Scorpius came into the drawing room and walked up to Draco. "Happy now, Father? I made the right decision and now Albus hates me. I despise you!"

He turned and thundered up the stairs, just like Albus had done minutes prior, and another door was heard slamming.

"Well, that's taken care of," Draco said with indifference, but Harry could see the worry crease Draco's forehead.

"What the hell was that about?" James demanded.

"Your brother and Scorpius have hit a rough patch, that's all," Harry explained, hoping he wouldn't have to go into detail with James and especially Lily in the room.

"What, did they break up or something?" James asked, suddenly concerned.

"They were together?" Lily gasped. "That explains a lot, I thought they were just playing, but the noises that came from their rooms sounded a bit more than that."

Harry covered his eyes with the balls of his hands. "Look, your brother has just had a major blow happen to him, so I want you two to be extra nice to him, watch that he doesn't get into too much of a depression. It's Christmas Eve after all."

"Yeah," James said. "All I want for Christmas is to hear from Mum."

"All I want for Christmas is to know how many gay people we have in our family," Lily said with a smirk.

"Four," Draco answered pointedly, rising and walking over to the sideboard to pour himself a brandy.

"Well, actually I think that's five," Lily said with a wink to James. "I think I fancy girls, I don't know about James here though. He doesn't seem to fancy anybody."

"Shut it, you," James told her angrily.

"Lily, you can't be serious," Harry said, lifting his hands from his eyes, utterly flabbergasted.

"Don't worry Daddy, I like blokes too. I just like to keep my options open."

"You're eleven, I don't even want to hear about you and dating until you're in your fifth year at least, understand?" Harry nearly bellowed.

"No need to get your knickers in a twist, Dad. I'm just messing with you."

"I still want to see Mum," James said, grumpily.

"Fine," Harry agreed. "Fine. We'll go and visit Ginny first thing in the morning. Did you get her anything for Christmas?" Harry asked suddenly.

James looked up at him. "Yeah, I'm still here. If that's not enough for her than she can go to hell. I'm going to bed."

With that, he trooped out of the room and up the stairs.

"Me too," Lily echoed, tossing her long red braid over her shoulder so it lay down her back and copying her brothers, stamped up the stairs and slammed the door to her room.

Draco poured Harry a snifter of brandy and brought it over to him. "Here, you look like you could use a drink."

"Thanks," Harry said, swirling his brandy before taking a sip. "That could definitely have gone better. Merry Fucking Christmas, eh?"

Draco shrugged and sat down on the recently vacated sofa. "It also could have gone a lot worse, Albus could be pregnant."

Harry shuddered. "God, don't remind me." He took a large swig of his brandy and almost choked on it. "Draco, what's in here?"

"Veritaserum. Don't worry, it's just a drop a glass."

"Why do you feel the need for truth serum right now? You don't realise how upset I am with you."

"Well, actually I do realise it, and I want to know the truth about why, so Veritaserum it is. Remember I had Nimbly fetch the last of my stores earlier."

"What do you want to know? Go on, ask your questions."

"Why are you so sure that you're not pregnant?" Draco asked seriously.

Harry looked at him confusedly. "Well, I just don't feel it. I feel like I'd probably notice if there was a change in the amount of magic in my body if I was. Go on, do the test though, I know you're dying to do it."

"You're right, I am," Draco admitted. "Come over to the sofa and put your head in my lap so I can have better access to your tummy."

Harry stayed put. "Did you dose your drink with Veritaserum too? Tell me the truth."

"No," Draco answered sheepishly.

"Then pass me your phial and I'll do it, I want us both to be completely honest if we're playing this way."

Reluctantly, Draco passed his glass of brandy and the small phial of the clear fluid to Harry. Harry instilled three drops and handed back the glass. "Drink it."

"Harry, your glass only had one drop, with three I'll be spilling my guts out to you."

"Is that a problem? You have something to hide?" Harry asked, wondering.

"No," Draco acquiesced. He swallowed his drink to the bottom and set the glass down on the table to the side of the couch with a little more force than was strictly necessary.

"Do you want me to be pregnant?" Harry asked, beginning his interrogation.

"Yes," Draco said in a hiss, as if he were trying not to answer.

"Why?"

"Because it would be a piece of you and me combined and it would give us a chance to do it right this time."

"You feel that you haven't raised Scorpius right?" Harry asked, surprised.

"Harry, look at what our sons are doing, and at their age. We must have done something wrong."

"Draco, what if it's like Hermione theorised? What if the Power of Three got pushed on to the boys? Then it wouldn't be our fault or theirs, and the only bad parenting we'll have done is the threats you made to Scorpius."

"I know, I felt like my father for a minute there. I was about ready to take it all back, but I didn't see another solution. Look, you didn't walk into what I did. They are thirteen and already shagging."

"I don't see how we'll do any better with another baby, Draco."

"Harry, I want one. We're thirty-six years old. The dangers of male pregnancy grow with age. I just--I just want it so bad, with you."

"I understand, I'd like it too. Okay, are you ready to test me again?"

Draco cracked a grin. "Only if you lay in my lap like I asked you to."

"Is your lap nice and soft for my head?" Harry teased.

"Well, actually it's a bit hard, but I'm sure with a bit of effort we can soften it up."

Harry rose and went to the sofa and lay on his back, head on Draco's thigh, feeling the definite tightness of Draco's trousers.

"Ready?" Draco asked.

"As I'll ever be, but I'm telling you I'm not pregnant."

Draco shook his head and muttered the incantation, waving his wand over Harry's midsection; a blue glow rose up and then changed to purple again, but there was no sign of any thing remotely like a baby inside the glow. He laid his wand down on the side table once the glow had subsided.

"I don't understand why it's turning purple. Maybe it's an in-between pregnant thing. Like you are in the process of getting pregnant."

"Draco, I don't think so, I think it's you."

"What's me?"

"I think you're the one turning the blue light purple. What did Teddy say positive was?"

"A rosy, pink or red glow," Draco recited.

"May I?" Harry asked, pointing to Draco's wand.

Draco handed it over. Harry cast the charm on himself and only a blue glow rose. He sat up. "It's you," he said, smiling.

"What's me?" Draco asked, voice trembling.

"Lay on your back."

Draco did as he was asked, grumbling. "I don't know what game you're playing at, Potter, but unless you're part Veela, I can't be pregnant."

"Just shut up a minute and let me try this out."

Draco shut up and glowered at Harry, but still opened his robes and lifted his shirt. Harry said the incantation and waved the wand over Draco's abdomen and up rose a rosy glow with a tiny creature inside that looked like a seahorse, though you could see right through it. Draco stared down at the glow and then up at Harry in amazement. "You got me up the duff, you scoundrel," he said quietly.

Harry was just as astonished and couldn't help but smile as he looked at the tiny creature floating over Draco's belly. He lowered the wand and attacked, kissing Draco hard on the mouth, covering him with his body. "You're carrying my baby. God, that makes me want you even more. Let's go upstairs."

The look of sheer terror in Draco's eyes made Harry pause. "What's the matter? Didn't you say you wanted a baby with me?"

Still under the influence of Veritaserum, Draco answered. "Yes, but it was supposed to be you that got pregnant, I don't understand how this could have happened. I--I'm scared, Harry."

"Hey," Harry said, pulling Draco up and into an embrace on the sofa. "I'm here with you, there's nothing to be scared of."

Draco looked at Harry with eyes full of fear still. "But what about Scorpius? If you could do this to me, then who's to say that Albus didn't do it to Scorpius? We have to check."

Harry groaned. He knew that Draco was right, but the smell Draco was putting out after Harry saw the baby in the rosy glow was driving him mad with lust. He felt almost as if he would overpower Draco and just take him anyway, but with effort reigned it in, wondering where the hell such thoughts could be coming from. He let Draco go and stood up, tugging at his hair nervously, trying to put some space between them.

"Harry?" Draco asked, looking confused. "What's the matter? You're acting strange."

"I don't know what's come over me, Draco. But I think I need some time alone before I jump you against your will. You go check on Scorpius, and I'll be waiting for you."

Harry resisted the urge to grab Draco by the waist as he stood up and made to go. He wanted to bend him over the arm of the sofa, rip his robes off, pull his pants down and fuck him into tomorrow. He'd never felt so feral in his need for sex before and he knew it was not the time or place for it, but the urge was there, nonetheless.

Draco left the room as if worried that he would be jumped by Harry. Harry worried his bottom lip and stared down into the fire. What was happening to him? He was going to be a father again and it filled him with such a sense of accomplishment and joy, his sex drive was just bursting. He wanted to fill Draco with all of the emotions he was feeling about having a baby with him, but Draco was right. His son was in danger and Harry just didn't know what they would do with a pregnant thirteen year old boy.

He poured himself another brandy, this time not spiked, and took a long sip, letting the sweetness fill his mouth before swallowing, the burn following his oesophagus down to settle warmly in his stomach.

He thought of Draco's stomach and wondered what it would look like full of a baby. Would he look like Ginny had or would it work differently because the magic was different? He couldn't wait to find out. He still had to read up on male pregnancy. Draco left the book in their room. How had he got Draco pregnant? He wasn't the Veela, but then again, he knew little about his heritage on his father's side and they were all dead.

Harry drained the rest of his drink just as Draco poked his head back into the room. "He's okay, the test was negative," Draco said with a sigh. "Harry, bring my Veritaserum upstairs, please. I'm ready for your celebratory shag.

Harry set down his glass on the mantle, swooped down to pick up the phial of Veritaserum and chased Draco up the stairs to their room.
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