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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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Draco lay sprawled on his back, completely naked on the bed, holding his legs up by the backs of his knees while Harry sucked him down to the root and played lightly at his entrance with wet, lubed fingers.

"Harry, I'm gonna--Ahhh!" Draco shouted and Harry swallowed everything Draco had to give. Licking him up so as not to miss any, he shoved two fingers up Draco's arse and found his prostate, rubbing it so as to let Draco's orgasm carry on a bit longer.

"Too much, Harry, stop," Draco panted, and Harry withdrew his fingers and allowed Draco to lower his legs as Harry sat between them. Harry looked down at Draco's spent cock but then at the tummy below. The tightly packed tummy that Draco had kept up from his days at Hogwarts.

Harry couldn't help but feel the ribbed muscles and marvel at the fact that there was another living being inside that was half of him and half of Draco. He completely lost himself in contemplation of what the baby would look like when it was born so that he barely heard Draco say, "Are you just going to sit there and stroke my belly or are you going to fuck me already?"

Harry chortled. Draco definitely had a way of saying things exactly as they were. He knelt forward to kiss Draco, taking his lips softly and surely, pressing his tongue into Draco's mouth as Draco eagerly kissed him back.

"Want you--inside me," Draco gasped as he pulled back for air.

Harry nuzzled into the crook of Draco's neck, smelling the wonderful scent of citrus, soap and come. He smelled so good. Harry felt his cock begin to weep against Draco's stomach and so pulled back.

"Turn over," Harry commanded and Draco eagerly did as he was told. He turned himself so that his bum was pointed at Harry's face.

"Merlin, I love your arse," Harry said, spreading Draco's cheeks a little bit more so that his pretty pink pucker was displayed. Harry inserted the two fingers that he'd used to fuck Draco with earlier and watched as Draco's hole swallowed them. Every time Harry pulled back it seemed like Draco's hole was trying to suck them back inside. It was fascinating to watch.

"Harry, stop playing with my arse and fuck me already," Draco whined.

Harry shoved a pillow beneath Draco's hips to get him ready for a real pounding. The lust that had built in him in the drawing room was driving him once more and he knew he was going to take Draco fast and hard. His cock wept even more as he thought of it.

He quickly pulled his fingers out of Draco's hole and began to tease the rim with the purpling head of his cock, watching Draco's anus flutter with the contact as if it were trying to pull him inside. Harry finally pushed forward and felt the glove that Draco made with such intensity, he almost came upon just entering.

Draco's channel was smooth and pulsing around him, muscles fighting to relax and contract as Harry just let himself sit inside, enjoying the sensations of being surrounded by that rippling heat.

"Harry, fuck me!" Draco shouted into his pillow.

Harry grabbed Draco's hips firmly and pulled back nearly to the tip before thrusting inside again fierce and hard, all the way to the root. He began a rhythm and soon the room was filled with the scents of sweat, come and Draco's shampoo, the sounds of grunts, panting and the slapping of flesh upon flesh.

"Oh, God, Draco," Harry stammered. "Mmm, you feel so fucking good and tight. I--ahh--can't--nggh." Harry came, gushing inside, wrapped in liquid heat, sparkles floating across his vision.

He fell back and out, semen spilling after him.

"Fuck, that felt good--so good," Draco said, still thrusting against the pillow.

Harry flipped him over with a surge of strength and rammed three fingers up his loosened hole, swallowing Draco's cock once more with a loud slurp.

Draco gripped at Harry's hair, guiding his movements until finally Harry felt his hold tighten, his body shudder and his release spill into his mouth once more. He greedily sucked it all down and then withdrew his come-coated fingers and wiped them on the sheets.

He crawled up beside Draco's gasping form and hugged him from the side, biting and licking at his earlobe. "I love you," he whispered and felt Draco's body relax into the embrace.

***

The following morning they visited Ginny in the Janus Thickey ward at St. Mungo's.

"Merry Christmas, Mum," James said to her where she sat staring at a Christmas Cactus that Neville had brought in for her.

Harry, Draco and Scorpius stood near the door, out of her line of sight.

She looked up at James. "What do you want?" she asked, voice bitter and old sounding.

"Mum, I want to know why you wanted to kill yourself. That's all I want for Christmas— a reason. Why would you want to leave us?"

Ginny looked round at her three children and spat, "You're bastards, all of you. Spawn of your father. I don't call you mine because legally you are not. He took everything away from me, our life, our family, and I am left with nothing. Go away and don't come back."

James, Albus and Lily stood shocked at Ginny's pronouncement. Tears began to fill Lily's eyes. "But, Mum, don't you love us any more?" she asked, kneeling down before her mother.

Ginny looked down at Lily where she knelt on the floor and laughed. "Love? There's no such thing as love. You are your father's child and none of mine, go on and get. Don't trouble me with this mother nonsense."

Lily let her tears spill over and stood up to join her brothers.

Harry could not believe what he was hearing. He felt he had to confront Ginny about what she was doing to the children, but he knew that if she saw him, it would create a scene that the ward could do without, so he bit his tongue and gestured for his children to return to him.

Ginny refused to look at them as they backed away toward their father. Lily ran into Harry's arms and he gathered her up just like when she was a little girl and hugged her tight. "I'm sure it's the brain damage caused by the potion, Lily. Your mum isn't really herself lately. I'm so sorry you had to see her like this at Christmas."

He set her down and the six of them left the ward dejected. "Well, now I know where I stand, Dad," said James. "You're the only family I have left and I'm thankful that you still love me."

"Jamie, I do. I love you more than I can say in words. I wish I was more eloquent, then I'd tell you just how much you all mean to me."

"I wish I could say the same about my father," Scorpius said bitterly, giving Albus a sad look.

Albus looked away, refusing his eye contact and Scorpius looked up at Draco, grey eyes flashing, but he said nothing further.

"Some Christmas this is turning out to be," Lily said, staring at her feet as they walked the hall to the Floo points.

"Well, we'll see," said Harry. "We still have presents to open and I think Ron and Hermione will be dropping by with Rose and Hugo."

"Yeah, great," Lily said, shuffling her feet as she walked.

They reached the fireplaces and took turns returning to Grimmauld Place.

Even though the house had been refurbished and done up for a family to live comfortably in, the gloom brought in by the children settled over the house just like the dust of old and Harry wished he knew how to fix it.

He looked desperately to Draco, who shrugged his shoulders. They had agreed not to tell the children about the pregnancy just yet. It would probably only add fuel to the fire that burned within them all.

They sat in the parlour, the Christmas tree mocking their spirits. Albus and Scorpius deliberately sat apart and would not speak to each other, and James and Lily clung together, as Lily seemed to need as much comfort as James did and they found it in each other's presence.

Harry sat down on the sofa before the fire with James and Lily at his feet, and Draco stood in the doorway overlooking the sad state of affairs.

"I need a drink," he said, crossing to the sideboard and grabbing a bottle of Ogden's old. "Anybody want to join me? It's Christmas. Children, you may each have a shot if you want it. It'll warm you up a bit if nothing else."

The kids all raised their hands and Draco poured shots all around.

They gathered round the formal dining table and Draco levitated glasses to each person then took his own seat.

"Oh, bugger," Draco exclaimed as he sat down. He vanished his whisky and refilled his glass with Aguamenti.

Harry looked around at the somewhat eager faces of the children at being allowed to drink something stronger than butterbeer. He wondered at Draco's logic, but didn't question it. His mind was still on how Ginny acted toward the children.

Lily was the first to take a sip. "Oooh--it burns,"

"It'll feel good once you get past the initial sensation," said James, who had just taken half of his shot down.

"How do you know that, James?" asked Harry, who then took a sip from his glass, relishing the first burning sensation as it went down, knowing that soon he would feel warm all over.

"Err--" said James, "I sort of stole some from Hogsmeade and smuggled it into the school for a Gryffindor party game."

"Really, now?" Harry said, his attention piquing. "And did this game get discovered by a teacher?"

"No," James answered sheepishly.

Albus and Scorpius sat in silence, drinking their own whiskies and pointedly ignoring each other; rather, Albus was pointedly ignoring Scorpius and Scorpius was looking downcast at the table across from him.

"What game was this?" Harry asked, rather more curious about a drinking game than upset about James' stealing. The whisky was strong and taking effect rather quickly.

James took the rest of his drink in one gulp. "Truth or Dare," he answered.

Harry looked at him blankly, then at everybody else at the table who were snickering around him. "What is Truth or Dare?" he asked, curious.

"It's a game," James answered exasperated.

Draco interrupted. "I can't believe you never played Truth or Dare in school, Potter. How sheltered your year must have been."

Harry argued back, "My year wasn't sheltered, I just had a bit more on my plate to do than play games, like defeating Voldemort."

Harry looked down at his glass in horror and then back up at Draco, who nodded at him. The son of a bitch had put Veritaserum into the drinks. Harry wondered at his logic; there must be something he wanted to find out from the kids. He didn't say anything else.

Draco turned to Scorpius. "Scorpius, do you really hate me for making you break up with Albus?"

Albus looked up at Draco and then looked to Scorpius and back.

"No, I don't hate you," Scorpius answered. "I understand why you feel the need to do what you did, but it really hurt my feelings and now it's ruined my relationship, which was real, by the way."

Draco sat up straighter in his chair. "I'm sorry that I put you in such a position. Did you tell Albus that it was me that was making you break up?"

"No," Scorpius said, casting a longing look at Albus.

"Why didn't you?" Albus asked.

"I was afraid you would hate my father if I did and I--I kind of saw his point, but I didn't want to do it, Al. I swear."

"How do I know you're telling the truth?" Albus demanded.

"He is," Draco interjected. "You have all been given truthwhisky. I spiked it with Veritaserum so everybody would be forced to be honest with each other."

The kids looked at him, appalled.

"What?" Draco asked. "I'm a former Slytherin, I would have thought you all might remember that fact."

Harry was feeling good. "Draco, did you put something more in my drink? It feels a bit heavier than truthwhisky."

"Yes, I added a calming draught to yours. I'm going to tell them," he said.

"Tell them what?" Harry asked, trying to control his head enough to pay attention, but feeling utterly relaxed.

"Tell them the reason I'm drinking water instead of whisky along with the rest of you."

"I did wonder that," said Lily.

"No," Harry said. "It's Christmas, don't ruin Christmas."

"Harry, it's not going to ruin Christmas; Christmas is already ruined. Besides, would you rather they came home from school for the summer hols and found out that way? Or were you planning to tell them in a letter?"

"I--I just don't want anybody to hate me," Harry said lamely.

"Nobody's going to hate you, Dad," said James. "You're all we've got and we love you. Right?" he asked looking over to Albus and Lily.

"Right," they said together.

"Scorpius? Are you going to hate Harry?" Draco asked.

"It depends on what he did," Scorpius said.

"I'll make the announcement then. Everybody, I'm pregnant," Draco said with a cool voice as if he were challenging them to contradict him.

Jaws dropped around the table and Harry turned red with embarrassment.

"But you're a man!" Lily exclaimed. "How could you possibly be pregnant?"

Draco cleared his throat. "I'm part Veela, magically it has been known for Veela males to reproduce."

"But how does it work?" Lily asked, extremely curious.

Everybody looked to Draco expectantly.

"Well, the magic creates a sort of chrysalis around the baby and is connected to my stomach and intestines by means of an umbilical cord to allow the baby nourishment and to excrete its waste. Surely you've been taught you how babies are made."

"Well, yeah," Lily agreed. "But I've never heard of a man doing it before. How does the baby come out?"

Draco looked up at Harry as if challenging him to get his daughter to shut up. Harry said nothing, but gestured for Draco to continue to explain. He didn't know this stuff himself, having not read the book on male pregnancies.

"It comes out in a very similar way to the way it went in and that's all I have to say on the subject, so you'll all have a baby brother or sister after you come home for the Summer holiday."

"It's gross," said James. "It's totally unnatural. Dad, why did you do this?"

"James--"

"It's not gross, James. Just because you're totally homophobic, don't take it out on Dad. I think it's brilliant," said Albus.

The doorbell rang then. Thankfully the portrait of Mrs. Black had been taken down years prior, so there was no screaming.

"Lily, I think that's your Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron. Will you please answer the door?"

Lily bounced up out of her seat and went to answer the door.

"James," said Harry seriously. "We'll talk about this later, okay? It has a lot to do with Veela magic."

"Right," James said, scowling into his empty glass.

Lily led Hermione, Ron, Rose and Hugo into the parlour. Hermione was already beginning to show a small lump in her belly where her robes stretched.

"Guess what, Aunt Hermione?" Lily said immediately. "Draco's going to have a baby!"

Hermione looked at Draco confusedly. "But I thought you were bonded with Harry. Did you decide to have a surrogate mother or something or is this an accident from before you met up with Harry again?"

Draco threw Lily a dirty look. She giggled.

"No, I'm pregnant," Draco said. "It's Veela magic and Harry's the father."

Hermione looked over to Harry. "I didn't realise you had Veela in your heritage, Harry. You ought to have taken precautions, unless--was this planned?"

"I don't have Veela blood, Hermione. Draco does. It was planned, but we thought I'd be the one who carried the baby."

"Harry," Hermione said, setting down a small pile of Christmas gifts on the table and enlarging them with her wand. "Everybody knows that it's the dominant male Veela that can cause a male pregnancy. My guess is that you have Dark Veela blood in you. You don't know much about your heritage on your father's side, after all."

"She's right, Harry," Draco said. "I shouldn't be the one who's pregnant unless you have more Veela in you than I have in me."

"What is a dark Veela?" Harry asked. "Do you really think one of my ancestors could have been one?"

"Harry," said Hermione, glowing in her element of knowledge. "It's obvious you have Veela in you, else you wouldn't have been able to impregnate Draco. A Dark Veela is born when a Veela mates in their transformed state. They are said to be stronger and carry more magic. So it's pretty safe to assume that your ancestor was Dark, in order for you to overpower Draco's own Veela blood."

"I think I'm gonna be sick," said Ron retreating from the table to join James by the fire.

“Ron!” exclaimed Hermione. “Sometimes I just can’t believe you. Harry is your friend, the least you could do would be to pretend to be happy to him.”

“It’s all right, Hermione. We’re going to have to get used to people treating us like this.”

Ron looked back over to Harry. “It’s not you, mate. It’s just the idea of Malfoy, pregnant. Sorry, the image in my head just scares me a bit.”

"And what's so scary about it, Weasley?" Draco demanded.

"Well it's just gross. You know how it's going to come out, right?"

"Ronald Weasley!" shouted Hermione. "I can't believe your lack of tact. Chickens lay eggs out of the same hole they do their other business with and you eat eggs. Besides, this is a baby we're talking about. We should be celebrating. Where's your Christmas spirit?"

"I'm with Uncle Ron on this one," said James sullenly. "I think it's gross too."

"Well I think you're both berks!" said Albus. "Get used to the idea, because it's gonna happen whether or not either of you think it's gross."

"How does it come out?" asked Lily.

Harry and Draco groaned. Harry knew they should have talked about the subject some other time, but fortunately the calming draught Draco had given him was still in effect.

"Well, enough about our news for now," Harry said. "Let's open presents."

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