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Peverell's Children	By : Zakaira Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 27078 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Author’s Note: In this chapter I finally explain the bit about the centaur ancestry and by the end of it, you should be able to tell where I got the story name Peverell’s Children from.

            “Can I clean us up?” Harry asked. He wanted to try that new spell.

            “The mess is on you this time, so have at it,” Draco replied, pushing himself up with his arms, so that he was straddling Harry’s thighs and no longer lying in the way of the mess.

            Harry looked down his chest to find a large white mess. He accio’ed his wand to him and it rose up out of the sleeve-pocket of his robes on the floor and into his hand. He quickly cleaned up the mess, before asking, “You want to wash up real quick?”

            “Yeah,” I’ll go first,” Draco replied, getting up and walking towards the bathroom.

            Harry stopped Draco before he closed the door, saying, “Wait, let me get you a change of clothes for when you come out.”

            Draco hadn’t bothered picking up his robes from where they lay on the floor, but now that Harry mentioned it, he probably should. But before he could retrieve them, Harry was up and pulling clothes out of the dresser along the wall.

            “Here, put these on,” Harry instructed, handing Draco a fresh pair of pants, a pair of pajama bottoms, and a white shirt from out of the drawer. He didn’t want Draco to get dressed fully, because he wanted to do something else with him first.

            “Yeah, okay,” Draco replied, before going into the bathroom and bathing.

            While Draco was in the bathroom, Harry cleaned up the sitting room. He hung up their school robes in the closet. He picked up their shoes and socks from where they landed after being kicked off their feet and put them on the floor in front of the closet. He folded Draco’s old pants and set them on top of the dresser, while throwing his own pants in a basket at the bottom of the closet. He performed a few more cleaning spells on himself, including the one to clean his anus, before pulling out another pair of pants and pajama bottoms from the drawer and putting them on. Finally, he pulled out his sex book and sat back down on the loveseat to read, while he waited for Draco to finish.

            Draco felt wonderful bathing in the warm relaxing water of the giant tub, but he knew Harry was waiting for him, so he tried to be quick about it. Once he had finished and toweled off, he tried on the pants Harry had given him. They were plenty big around the waist, but without the wizard space, his cock just wouldn’t fit. Thus he wrapped a big fluffy white towel around himself and opened the door.

            “Harry?” Draco called out.

            “Yeah Draco?”

            “These pants don’t fit. Can I have my old ones back?” Draco asked.

            “Yeah,” Harry replied, retrieving the pants off the dresser and passing them through the door to Draco. He wasn’t sure why the new pants didn’t fit, because Draco seemed to be a similar size to him and the pants fit him fine. Then Harry started to worry about whether or not the pajamas would fit Draco. ‘If the pajamas don’t fit, it’ll ruin my plans.’

            “Thanks,” Draco replied, closing the door once he had the pants in hand. He quickly dressed in them and then pulled on the pajamas Harry had given him, which fit fine thanks to the wizard-space in his own pair of pants. Finally he added the odd white shirt; it was clearly a muggle design and he wasn’t used to it, but it wasn’t too bad so he went with it.

            “So what did you want to do next?” Draco asked when he came out of the bathroom and spotted Harry sitting on the couch in a similar pair of pajamas, but no shirt.

            “Um, I kind of wanted to show you my book,” Harry said, holding up the book he’d been reading.

            “Don’t you want to bathe?” Draco asked. There had been a lot of cum on Harry and he didn’t particularly want to sit and cuddle with someone who smelled and was all crusty. He himself always bathed after wanking, but then he normally wanked in the bath to begin with.

            “No, I used some more cleaning charms I found in this book. Why don’t you come here?” Harry asked indicating the open spot on the loveseat next to him.

            “Oh,” Draco replied with trepidation. He hoped Harry was being honest and he really didn’t stink. He slowly walked over to the loveseat and sat down next to Harry, reaching out a tentative hand to touch Harry’s abs, to test for residue. He found none and was pleasantly surprised to find that Harry didn’t stink of old cum.

            “That tickles,” Harry said.

            “Um, so what did you want to show me?” Draco asked nervously. He wasn’t sure he was ready to find out what Harry was thinking about.

            “Well, um, I was reading about sex. Well the right way to have sex, not the way I did it, and I was thinking that you could do it to me when we get married,” Harry began.

            “Okay, then why don’t we save this book until we get married?” Draco asked.

            “Well there are a lot of spells, potions, and other preparation the book recommends to use before the first time. I think it’ll all take some time and practice and well I was hoping you could make the potion. You know I’m pants at potions,” Harry replied.

            “Yeah, you are pants at potions. Fine, what do we need to do?” Draco asked, reluctantly agreeing to begin preparing.

            “Well it says to start with a cleaning charm, which I did while you were in the bathroom. Then there is a stretching charm and a lubricating charm, which I could learn to do too. Then there’s this part about using the fingers to stretch it out and make room for the penis. But it also says that if your partner has a big cock, like the ones in the pictures, that the stretching won’t do. In that case it says to make this stretching potion and apply it once a day, using the fingers, for like three months. And then if the penis is really big, there’s a spell to help it go in smoothly too. So if you could make the potion and start applying it to me with your fingers, then everything will be ready to go when we get married,” Harry said. “I don’t want to hold up the wedding night because we didn’t plan ahead.”

            “How very considerate of you. Can I see the directions for the potion?” Draco asked.

            Harry flipped to the back of the book and found the page with the right potion on it, before handing it over to Draco.

            Draco read the page for a few minutes, before turning to Harry and saying, “I don’t need to make this. It’s a standard potion for purebloods and is available upon request from Professor Snape, Madam Pomfrey, or even…” Draco gulped, not wanting to say the name, but knowing Harry was more comfortable with this other person, “Dumbledore.”

            “Really?” Harry asked curiously.

            “Yeah, didn’t you go to an orientating meeting with Dumbledore yet?” Draco asked.

            “Um no, but Professor Snape said he set me up with one for tomorrow. Dumbledore was away for a bit last week. Why? Have you?”

            “Yeah, I went once first year,” Draco admitted.

            “I thought you didn’t find out you were gay until last year?”

            “Well yeah, but my parents always knew I was on the border there. They wanted me to be prepared, so I had to sit through one with Dumbledore and another one with Madam Pomfrey too. They both mentioned this potion needing to be used before sex, because of my size.”

            “Your parents know how big you are?” Harry asked surprised. He would be embarrassed if the Dursleys knew details like that about him…well Dudley probably knew, but he was his own age, not an adult.

            “They knew since I was born. It’s fairly common in pure-blooded families actually. ‘The purer the blood the bigger the dick.’” The last was a fairly common saying among purebloods.

            “They check?” Harry was a bit repulsed at the notion of checking a newborn’s cock.

            “Well it’s medically important. It’s associated with other problems that have to be treated at birth or the baby could get sick.” Draco was somewhat embarrassed to be talking about this and wished that he was dating a pureblood who already knew about it. Harry should know, because he’s only a half-blood. ‘Stupid orphan not having a proper upbringing,’ he thought silently.

            “What kind of problems?” Harry asked, taking a large gulp of air and hoping that Draco was not about to tell him that pureblood babies were born with giant malformed cocks.

            “Well it has to do with where the giant dicks come from; how they entered the pure-blooded family line,” Draco began.

            “Okay, go on,” Harry replied, wondering where the giant cocks came from. ‘Probably Merlin or someone gained a giant cock after a potion spill and it stuck.’

            “Have you heard the story, The Witch and the Centaur?” Draco asked, wanting to get a bearing on just how much Harry didn’t know.

            “No…”

            “How about the tale of The Three Brothers?”

            “No…should I have?” Harry asked.

            “Yes, they’re common children’s stories. Weasley and Longbottom would know them, but it doesn’t matter; I’ll just tell you myself,” Draco said. “So The Witch and the Centaur is about a young maiden from a descent pureblooded family; the Ravenclaws actually. Mercia Ravenclaw was from a big family and had a lot of brothers and sisters. Her parents were having a hard time marrying all those kids off and as she was the youngest child, she was still single when she came into her adulthood. Mercia, like any young single witch, was a horny little pervert and liked to diddle herself in the forest, where the centaurs could see.”

            “This is a children’s story?” Harry interrupted.

            “Yeah, but it’s told a bit differently for children, leaving out the naughty bits. Like instead of saying Mercia liked getting fucked by giant stallion dicks in the forest, it goes something like, ‘One day Mercia met a charming centaur in the forest and fell in love.’ But really I thought you’d be able to appreciate the grown-up version with Mercia getting it good from behind by a giant centaur dick,” Draco replied.

            “Okay, I get it, you can continue.”

            “With the adult version?” Draco asked and waited for Harry to nod before continuing. “Okay, where was I? So Mercia fell in love with a centaur and his big dick and they got married and had lots of hot centaur sex. They wanted children, but being of such different species, it was years before she ever got pregnant. Then the glorious half witch-half centaur hybrid child was born and it was great or something. Wynflaeth was her name and she looked like a typical, normal human; no centaur legs or mane or anything, except she was really magically gifted.

            “Wynflaeth grew up and was much coveted for her powerful magic, so she ended up marrying into the Peverell family. She and Mr. Peverell had three boys and that’s where the tale of The Three Brothers comes in, because it’s about them. All three boys were very gifted and each made one of the three Hallows of Death, but that’s another story and not terribly important, because all of the Hallows disappeared hundreds of years ago. Anyway, all three brothers were born with giant dicks, like mine, inheriting it from their centaurian grandfather. Have you ever seen a female centaur?” Draco stopped to ask.

            Now that Harry thought about it, all the ones he had encountered in the forbidden forest were males. “No.”

            “That’s because there aren’t any. The whole race is made up of males…well they’re not strictly male; they’re really both male and female. They’re hermaphrodites, like earthworms. Each centaur has the torso of a man and the body of a hermaphroditic horse: a set of utters for the fawn to suckle, followed by a big dick and a set of balls, then a vagina, and the anus, and finished off with the tail. Any centaur can fuck, be fucked, and carrying the fawn. Have you ever looked in your magical beast book from first year at the centaur section?” Draco asked.

            “No. I didn’t use that book much,” Harry admitted.

            “I did. There’s a picture of a centaur giving birth. Can you imagine one of their babies having to be pushed out through a vagina?”

            “That sounds painful.”

            “It would be impossible, that’s why centaurs have a special opening that forms on their stomachs when they’re pregnant. The baby just drops out through that, like a magically induced cesarean section,” Draco revealed.

            “Yuck,” Harry replied.

            “Exactly. So the Peverell brothers were only a quarter centaur and only had some of the features, like the big dicks. They didn’t have the hind quarters of a horse, but they still had the uterus and ability to conceive and carry a child as a female, only they lacked the vagina.”

            “Then how’d they get pregnant if they didn’t have a vagina?” Harry asked curiously.

            “They still had a cervix that opened up into the uterus, it’s just comes out at the colon, instead of the vagina. If a Peverell wizard takes it up the arse by another Peverell wizard, he’ll get pregnant and the baby will come out an opening in the stomach, just like a centaur,” Draco explained.

            “So you’re a Peverell man and you could get pregnant if you had sex with another Peverell man, but what about me? Could we have a baby?” Harry asked. Part of him was concerned that he and Draco hadn’t used protection in the bathroom and the other part of him was thinking that Draco would never be able to have children with him, despite being part centaur, because Harry wasn’t pureblooded enough.

            “No, not naturally. There’s a mucus barrier that can’t be crossed by normal sperm. You’re obviously not a Peverell, but there is a potion that I could take that would break down the barrier and allow us to conceive. That’s why my parents aren’t concerned about getting an heir, even though I’m queer. Even if I pick someone like you, I could still make some potions and have a baby.” This was the reason Draco wasn’t worried about getting pregnant after that day in the loo: he hadn’t taken the potion and Harry wasn’t a Peverell.

            “Merlin’s pants!” Harry exclaimed, relieved on both counts. Draco could still have a baby and he wouldn’t be having one now, after the bathroom incident.

            “Yes, exactly,” Draco replied and waited for Harry to process what he had just told him.

            They sat in silence for several minutes before Harry asked, “So, is everyone with a giant cock a Peverell man with the whole package and everyone without, not?”

            “Yep. All these men in your book are Peverell wizards.”

            “And Neville? He looks like you and is pureblooded.”

            “Ewwww, Longbottom? You’ve looked at Longbottom’s dick?” Draco asked as if Harry had just admitted to doing the most disgusting thing imaginable.

            “Well not closely or anything. But we share a dorm and all the boys in our dorm have seen each other in passing,” Harry replied, leaving out the part where they had all whipped it out together when Seamus showed them his sex book with naked witches.

            “Well just so you know, I don’t approve of my boyfriend looking at Gryffindor dicks, but yeah, Longbottom is probably a Peverell.”

            “Okay, I’ll make sure to avert my eyes then,” Harry replied.

            “Good.”

            “So then you could just get some of this stretching potion from Professor Snape whenever you wanted, like right now?” Harry asked, trying to move the conversation back on track.

            “Yeah, but I’d rather you ask Dumbledore for it when you meet with him tomorrow.”

            “But I’m not the Peverell man, you are.”

            “Just tell him you want to fuck yourself on a Peverell wizard’s dick and he’ll hand it right over,” Draco replied with a smirk. He knew from experience how eager professors were to hand it out to students, mostly because there was also a contraceptive potion in the same package. At the beginning of every school year Snape had begged him to take the contraceptive, even if he didn’t want the stretching potion or other sex-related goodies, but Draco refused each time. He was a virgin and planned on staying that way, so he didn’t need it.

            Harry huffed and said, “Fine, I’ll get it tomorrow.”

            “What’s wrong?” Draco asked, not knowing why Harry seemed so disappointed, because he was getting the potion and sooner than he expected. He thought it probably had something to do with secret feelings of dislike for the headmaster, which he wanted to encourage.

            “Well, it’s just that I was hoping to get to try the fingering thing in the book and if I have to wait until Monday to get the potion, then I’ll probably have to wait until next weekend to have time for you to finger me.” He’d wanked Draco twice now and really wanted some reciprocation…it didn’t need to be a full out wank, but he wanted Draco to participate in preparing him too. He knew he shouldn’t’ve been expecting it, but he wanted it and was getting frustrated with Draco’s reluctance.

            “You want to be fingered?” Draco asked. He wasn’t really sure what it entailed, other than it was the method for applying the potion.

            “Yeah, it looks so hot in the book! I just want to know what it feels like. And I figured we could try putting a finger in and work up to the full thing.”

            “Would you like it done to you now, without the potion?” Draco asked, making sure he understood Harry correctly. He thought it was just a method to apply the potion, but if there was more too it, then it was reasonable that they work up to it slowly. He wasn’t going to do much, but he could let Harry see that he was trying, especially because this seemed important to Harry.

            “Yeah,” Harry admitted blushing. “You could use a lubricating charm and it’d be good enough.”

            “Okay, how’s it done?” Draco asked.

            Harry showed Draco the section in the book on fingering and preparing the arsehole for penetration. Draco took the book and read over it carefully for about fifteen minutes, before he tossed it aside and said, “Okay. Do you know how to perform the stretching and lubricating charms?” There did seem to be a lot more to it than he had thought.

            “Um, I’ve practiced them on myself a few times, but I’m not sure how good I am at it. I can try,” Harry replied, grabbing his wand and casting the charms.

            “Okay, and can you remove your clothes and turn the couch into a bed again?” Draco asked.

            “Just concentrate on wanting a bed,” Harry answered, standing up to strip. Before his clothes hit the floor, the loveseat had turned back into the four-poster bed they had slept in last weekend.

            “Well that was easier than I thought; it must be why those lava rocks appeared for me earlier,” Draco said, lying down on the bed and averting his eyes to Harry’s nakedness. He hadn’t ever gotten a good look at Harry’s bits and he wasn’t ready to change that today.

            Harry lay down next to Draco, naked, and felt a bit awkward now that Draco was the one with all his clothes on and he had none.

            “Come up here, into my arms,” Draco instructed, now that he was in charge.

            Harry complied and scooted up until Draco was holding him. Draco initiated a kiss, which Harry normally would’ve taken over, but he was nervous, so he returned it softly instead.

            “Are you ready?” Draco asked, cupping Harry’s arse with his hands, trying to get himself used to the idea of sticking his fingers in said arse. Harry rested his head in the crook of Draco’s neck, and Draco peered down his body to get a look at the body part of interest. It looked rather appealing from this angle.

            “Yeah.”

            “Okay then,” Draco said. “Push a finger in it and I’ll watch.”

            “I thought you were going to do it. I can’t really get a good look at what’s happening back there.”

            “I don’t want to hurt you. You’ll be better able to judge how much to push in if you do it to yourself first. Once you figure it out, I’ll take over.”

            “Alright,” Harry replied. That seemed reasonable.

            Harry reached a hand around to his own arse and felt around until he found his hole. He slowly pushed one finger in and his mouth fell open at the intrusion. It was a strange and intense feeling that he wasn’t used to.

            “Does it hurt?” Draco asked worriedly. His arse had hurt so bad when Harry had entered him that he was convinced that a finger would hurt Harry too.

            “Nooo…it’s just intense,” Harry replied, trying not to grit his teeth.

            “So what should we do?” Draco asked with trepidation. It was probably best if Harry just pulled his finger back out and waited until next week to try again.

            Harry was silent for a minute before he answered, “Um, it’s not that bad. I’m gonna try slowly moving it and feel around a bit.”

            Harry did and Draco watched intently from over his shoulder. He saw Harry pull his finger out and push it back in the obviously slick hole; it was gleaming pink. He wanted Harry to move, so that he could have a better look, but he also wanted to hold Harry while he did it, to comfort him. “I think your charms worked; your arse looks very well lubricated,” Draco said.

            “Thanks.” Harry was getting used to the sensation, so he kept going.

            Harry pushed his finger in again and crooked it slightly and that seemed fine. So far his arse seemed like a featureless hole that was sensitive all around. But then he crocked his finger again, it slipped, and he cried out in pain.

            Draco held him tightly, worried with concern. “Are you okay?”

            “That hurt. Maybe I should stop now,” Harry replied, pulling his finger out.

            Draco saw something red on Harry’s hand and he pulled the hand up to get a better look. Sure enough, there was blood and a bit of a thin film on Harry’s finger. “You’re bleeding,” Draco said, thrusting the bloody finger in front of Harry’s face, forcing him to look at it.

            “Yeah, but it doesn’t hurt anymore. I think it’s fine,” Harry replied, not concerned. It wasn’t much blood.

            “I don’t. It looks like there are bits of skin on it too. I think you hurt yourself,” Draco said. He was glad that he had made Harry do it first, so that he had not had to hurt Harry.

            “The book recommends calming down and waiting for it to adjust before continuing. I should probably put my finger back in,” Harry replied.

            “Can I do it this time?” Draco asked. He wasn’t so sure that Harry was fine, so he wanted to feel around for himself.

            “Yeah, that’d be great,” Harry replied. Draco was finally showing some interest in touching him, which was what he wanted.

            Draco was nervous, but he had a feeling about this and he just had to check for himself, so he slowly lowered his right hand and prodded the slippery area with his index finger until he found the hole. He pushed inside and the hot, slippery feeling was almost overwhelming, but he continued on. He used his digit to explore Harry’s hole and his finger brushed up against something in Harry’s arse. “Does it hurt?” Draco asked.

            “No, it’s fine,” Harry replied, trying to encourage Draco. It was still intense and stung a bit, but he just took deep breaths and tried to remain calm.

            “Okay,” Draco replied pressing his finger into a round structure. It felt like a little round nub of flesh, with a bit of a dip in the middle. “Shite,” Draco said as he realized what it was and pulled his finger out. Sure enough there was more blood and more of the thin film on his finger. “We need to go see Professor Snape.”

Author’s Note: Draco is starting to connect the pieces…
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