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The Zabini Cover	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 45212 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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“Harry.” Draco’s sleepy voice sounded amused. “Stop staring at me. I can feel it without even opening my eyes. It’s unnerving.”

Harry chuckled and looked at the ceiling. “I can’t help it. You look beautiful when you sleep.” He explained, still seeing the nearly invisible lashes against translucent skin, the full, pink lips parted just enough to let soft breaths pass through, and silver-blond hair spread out on the pillow beneath his head as he slept, blissfully unaware of the world around him waking, so lost in the dream world as he was. It was the first time in a long time that Harry had woke to find Draco still beside him, and he felt as though it was another turning point in their relationship. Hopefully, things would begin to turn out alright, after all.

Draco sat up, cursing at Harry’s chuckle and using a spell to force his hair to stop floating about his head.

Harry let the smile linger on his face. Draco truly did look adorable like that, with his hair looking as though it were being caught in an updraft, spread around his head, not pointing upward or downward, just hovering, shifting gently as Draco moved.

“Stupid hair. If it wasn’t so bloody fine, I’d have no problems with it!” The blonde huffed. “Oh, Harry.” He said, once his hair had been conquered and chastised.

“Yes?” Harry asked, looking at Draco with his head cocked.

“Um…” Draco thought for a moment, trying to decide how to phrase his words. “You remember that last night I used your wand, right? To show you the lubrication charm?”

Harry smiled, remembering the lovemaking last night, that had ended in Draco fainting with the force of his orgasm. “Oh, yes, I definitely remember.” He purred, filling his voice with all the smugness and love and pride within him as he thought of the revelations that had come to light.

He had been Draco’s first.

He would be Draco’s only.

That was more than enough to keep him going, no matter what the world wanted to throw at him next. It all paled in comparison to that shining truth. Draco was his, utterly and completely, and, if Harry had his way, eternally.

Draco felt himself flush. “Yes, well.” He took a deep breath. “That should not have been possible.” He stated surely.

How could it be? There were few ways he would be able to use Harry’s wand, and since they weren’t related by blood, or bound by some spell or curse, and they certainly weren’t married, that left one other option.

Harry frowned. “Why not?” He asked. Draco seemed to think that being able to use his wand was some monumental event, and Harry had no idea why. If it was that rare, then why hadn’t he heard about that fact before? Of course, maybe it was just one of those things that Purebloods knew, and didn’t bother to talk about, since it was simply one of the facts of life to them.

Draco bit his lip, meeting Harry’s eyes with a gaze filled with trepidation, hope and joy, in equal parts, and wondered what could put that kind of look in Draco’s eyes. “Harry, there are only a few ways that one can use another’s wand. We aren’t blood family, nor are we bound by curse or ritual. We aren’t married, either, because I’d remember a wedding, I’m sure.” He said wryly, earning a chuckle from Harry. “That leaves one other way it could happen, and it’s both thrilling and terrifying to think about.” He said softly, taking Harry’s hand in his own. It was calloused, and bigger than his own, though not by much. It was also beloved to him, as every part of Harry was, and he rubbed the back of it against his cheek as he exhaled, his eyes closing in bliss. “It’s a most wondrous thing, something I never dreamed I’d find.” He said, almost to himself, before he opened Harry’s hand and met the teen’s eyes, placing a soft kiss in the center of his palm, stealing his breath.

Harry stared, transfixed, as Draco interlocked their fingers and rested their joined hands in his lap, looking at Harry steadily once again. “What is, Draco?” He asked curiously. “Please, tell me.”

Draco smiled then, the expression lighting up his entire face. “Our souls resonate with each other.” He explained. “This whole relationship was meant to be, for all that it may have never happened. Harry, this is strong magic, beyond anything most people ever experience. We’re in perfect sync with each other. It may not last forever, or it may, there’s no way to know, but it’s rare, and it means that no matter what happens, we’ll always know that…” He gulped and seemed to be forcing down a shout of glee. “We’ll always know that the Gods have blessed us. This is how they let a couple know that they are good for each other, and always will be. Even if we fall out of sync, there’s no way one of us will harm the other intentionally, because this is right.” Draco finally laughed, falling back into the pillows, arms raised above his head in joy. “This is Fated.” He whispered, with a smile on his face.

Harry felt stunned. The Gods blessed their relationship? This was Fated? They resonated? It was a bit dizzying to think about, that he and Draco had been in perfect sync last night, when all those wonderful things had been said, and felt, and done.

And, before he could contemplate what it all meant, and acknowledge the giddy joy rising up within him, it was drowned out by a wave of nausea. Harry jumped up and ran into the bathroom he shared with the other girls, barely making it to the toilet before his stomach emptied itself of bile, since he had not eaten anything that morning.

Pansy curled her lip, turning from the mirror. “Ew, Potter, that’s disgusting.” She said neutrally.

Harry groaned, spitting into the toilet. “I know. I have no id-” Another wave of vomiting cut him off, and Pansy heaved a heavy sigh, disappearing into her room as Draco rushed into the bathroom.

“Harry?” His voice was worried. “Do I need to get Madam Pomfrey?”

Harry spit again, then shook his head.

Pansy reappeared and walked over to Harry. “Here.” She handed him a cracker, one that Harry had never seen the like of before, but Harry shrugged mentally, casting a breath-freshening charm and nibbling on it. It tasted sweet and salty, and it soothed away the roiling nausea at once.

Harry sighed, turning to smile at Pansy in appreciation. “Thanks. How did you know that this would help?” He asked.

Pansy was watching him with her eyes narrowed. “Just a hunch.” She answered vaguely. ‘And if Draco doesn’t get his act together and make an honest woman-or man, or whatever-out of you when he realizes, or preferably before then, I’m going to have to kill him.’ She added mentally. ‘Honestly, a month gone, and pregnancy hasn’t even crossed his mind. What did he think was causing all those raging hormones and bouts of depression? Draco’s preoccupation with other things? Hardly.’ Well, the prenatal crackers were a Parkinson house-elf secret. They had been developed by her great-grandmother’s favorite house-elf, when she had suffered a pregnancy where she could not even keep water down, and the house-elf, desperate to keep her kind and sweet-tempered mistress alive through the difficult pregnancy, had developed the recipe, and passed it down so that the house-elves in the future could make them for their mistresses, if they so chose.

Pansy had thought that she wouldn’t need to use hers, since she was careful, and no one else in Slytherin was dumb enough to get up the duff without the bonds of marriage at least promised them.

But they had proven their worth in this case, at least. Now she knew for sure that their little Chimera had managed, somehow, to get him/herself in the family way.

Now she could sit back and wait for the parents-to-be to realize.

*****

“Harry, do you want to come to the Manor for Christmas?” Draco asked quietly, sitting in the common room, Harry on his lap, looking through the winter catalogue from Fiscal’s Clothing with Pansy, and already deciding which robes and dresses and other pretty clothes they absolutely had to have, not that they would buy all their choices. Just the few they really thought would look good on them.

Harry turned to Draco, smiling. “Sure. I’m sure Bella and Blaise won’t mind. And I’d love to meet with your mother again.”

Draco let out a relieved breath. Good. All those weeks of planning wouldn’t go to waste, after all. Now, if only he were sure about the answer…

But no, he couldn’t ask. Not yet. It wasn’t time.

“Ooh, what about this?” Pansy breathed, tracing something on the page. She looked up slyly. “It would look lovely on you, Celeste. It would bring out your eyes.”

Draco moved a bit to see the picture she was talking about, and saw a slinky lavender dress. His cock instantly hardened at the thought of Harry in it, pressed tight against his chest, dancing with him at Rivière Fin, then going home and tearing the dress off to reveal the hard, toned body underneath, just begging to be ravished after a long night of teasing glances and furtive touches. “That’s nice.” He voiced his opinion, cringing as his voice escaped sounding hoarse.

Harry shot Draco a sly, knowing glance, a tiny smirk on his face. “It is, isn’t it? I think I’ll have to get it.”

Draco bit his tongue to hold in a groan. He should have kept his mouth shut.

*****

Harry laid his head on the seat of the toilet, groaning.

Draco walked into the bathroom, a scowl on his face. “Alright, that’s it! We’re going to Pomfrey! I’ll not have you being sick and suffering without at least knowing what’s wrong!”

Harry sighed and nodded. Honestly, he didn’t really want to suffer, he just had no idea why he was suddenly sick so often, and he wasn’t so sure he wanted to find out.

Draco helped him up and cast a quick breath-freshening charm, then kissed his forehead. “Come on, your make-up is fine, let’s go now.” He said softly.

They headed to the hospital wing and Draco helped Harry into a bed. “Madam Pomfrey, he’s been getting sick, and we don’t know what’s causing it.” He explained to the Mediwitch.

Madam Pomfrey walked over and nodded. “Alright, let me do a quick scan, then.” She ran her wand over Harry’s body, murmuring a few spells. She stopped at the abdomen area, running a few more spells, then looked up at Draco with narrowed eyes. “Have you two had unprotected sex?” She asked.

Draco’s eyes nodded. “Only when he’s male.” He explained in a whisper. “He’s been taking Contraceptus when he turns female.” He finished.

Madam Pomfrey sighed. “That only works if taken before the intercourse occurs. If the sperm is already in the body when the potion is taken, there is nothing to be done for it. And congratulations, he’s pregnant.” She said sharply.

Draco paled. “Oh, fuck. Harry, I…” He looked at the stunned brunet and shook his head. He’d ruined everything! How could he expect Harry to forgive him for this? He hadn’t known, but that was no excuse! He should have guessed that something like this would happen. When had Harry’s life ever followed the rules? Anything that could go wrong usually did, for Harry. “I’m so sorry!” He choked out, then fled.

Harry gulped. “Pregnant?” He asked.

Madam Pomfrey nodded. “In the early stages of it, to be sure, but yes. I’d say you’re about five, maybe six weeks along.” She confirmed.

Harry nodded. “I think I need some time to think.” He said softly.

“Stay here for tonight. It’s a bit of a shock to find out, and I’ll want to check you over in the morning.” Madam Pomfrey said kindly. “Don’t worry, things will work out just fine.” She assured him. “There are always options, if you’re not ready. It’s still early enough that you can get an abortion.”

Harry paled. “No. No abortions. I didn’t ask for this, but I’m not going to kill it. There’s always another way, and I’d never forgive myself if I did that.”

Madam Pomfrey smiled. “Alright, Dear. For now, you should get some rest. Everything will look better in the morning.”

*****

Harry lay on the bed in the hospital wing, one hand on the area where he now knew his and Draco’s child was residing, safe and sheltered and warm…

Why had Draco left so suddenly, though? Was he trying to tell Harry that he didn’t want the child, and now that everything between them was so desperately real, he couldn’t stay with him? Was he simply overwhelmed by the thought of being a father so soon, or, for that matter, of ever being a father?

Did he hate Harry now, for ruining his image of the Pureblood Prince of Wizarding Britain?

Harry turned onto his side, curled his legs against his chest, buried his face in his pillow, and wept.

He wept for the foolishness of not taking the Contraceptus immediately upon seeing it, he wept for the love he might have lost, he wept for the ruins of his dreams of forever with Draco, now laying shattered at his feet…

But, most of all, he wept for the tiny life within him that, try as he might, he just couldn’t love yet.

It didn’t seem real. It felt as though he was just trapped in a bad dream, and he would wake any minute now, shaken and frightened, in Draco’s arms, and the blond would pull him close and kiss his tears away and tell him that it was just a dream, and everything was okay.

Except that it wasn’t happening. This wasn’t a bad dream. It was his life, and he had a choice to make. He didn’t need to make it right away, or even within the month, but, sooner or later, he would have to decide whether or not he could handle a child.

And if that child was his burden to bear, alone… Well.

He imagined a tiny baby, swaddled in blankets, wide grey eyes peeking up at him from beneath a fringe of blond fuzz.

His heart rate accelerated alarmingly.

Was this his fate, then? To gain something, and, every time, to have something equally important snatched away from him?

He had gained his freedom, and lost his friends and surrogate family.

He had gained a child to love, one of his most desperate dreams, and lost his beloved, another thing he had wished for all his life.

Was Draco ever going to come back if Harry just stayed in the Hospital wing, waiting for him?

No, he couldn’t do that. Now, more than ever, he had a reason to go to his classes. He had a reason to excel.

He had a reason to live.

Whether he chose abortion or adoption or to raise the child himself, he had to attain the best grades he was capable of, to be sure that he could get a job that would support him.

He had to live, whether that life included Draco or not, because he owed it to himself for doing his duty by the Wizarding World.

He had earned, if not love and happiness, at least the freedom to live in privacy, at long last.

*****

Draco looked up, feeling as though someone was watching him, and his eyes met Harry’s across the Great Hall.

He felt his mouth go dry, and he quickly hissed at Pansy to shove over, to make a space for Harry as he walked over and sat beside Draco.

Draco took his hand, looking into Harry’s eyes searchingly.

There was fear, pain, trepidation, anger, sadness, and, behind it all, love, determination, and a small glimmer of hope, all swirling madly within those green depths.

He squeezed Harry’s hand, then raised it to his hands, there in front of the entire Slytherin table and the rest of the Great Hall, and kissed it, his lips lingering.

Harry let out a breath, and Draco saw relief flood his eyes as most of the emotions within them receded, and the love and hope flared stronger than ever.

Draco smiled, and whispered against Harry’s hand, “Thank you for this priceless gift. I will treasure it always.”

Pansy and Blaise were the only two close enough to hear him besides Harry himself, and, unlike Harry, they recognized the traditional words used to recognize a pregnancy and claim the unborn child as one’s own, without any doubt of paternity.

Pansy smirked smugly, raising her tea to her lips, and Blaise whipped his head around to stare at Draco.

“What was that, Malfoy?!” He hissed, his hands clenching into fists.

Draco narrowed his eyes, turning to Blaise without letting go of Harry’s trembling hand. “Be quiet, you’ll cause a scene. I’ll explain later, though I daresay you’ve already figured it out.”

Harry smiled at Draco as the blond turned back to face him. “What do we do now?” He asked softly.

“Now,” Draco answered lovingly, “We eat. Later, we’ll talk. We have Charms first, and I don’t plan to miss it. I need to pass my N.E.W.T.s, after all.” He said evenly. “Now more than ever.”
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