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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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“What was that display in the Great Hall about, Draco? You didn’t get Celeste pregnant out of wedlock, I know. Because, after all, you know better.” Blaise said, his voice sweet as honey, yet coated with poison.
Draco pressed his lips together, shaking his head at Harry, who was about to speak. “It was an accident. We didn’t know that the Contraceptus was needed while Harry was still male, and we’ve never had sex while he was female, not at all. So don’t blame us. It was a shock to us as well.”
“Fuck, Draco.” Blaise said, then sighed, and repeated wearily, “Fuck.”
“Indeed.” Draco replied, the turned to Harry. “Tell me you didn’t do anything drastic last night.” He pleaded.
“No, I-” Harry licked his lips. “Everything’s fine.” He said firmly.
Draco let out a relieved breath and smiled. “Good. I’m sorry. I was scared, and I thought you’d be angry at me. I pretty much fucked you over, after all. Merlin, I’m sorry.” He said shaking his head at himself. He got up and began to pace. “I’ll set aside an account for the child, whether we stay together or not, and I’ll be there, no matter what happens between us. Unless… You don’t want me there.” He finished, pain clouding his features momentarily. “I’ll provide for you throughout the pregnancy, at the very least, and you’ll have the best Mediwizards and Mediwitches money can buy. I’ll buy everything you’ll need for the child-”
Harry stood and covered Draco’s mouth with a hand. “I don’t need your money, and I don’t want it.” He said, then saw the hurt in Draco’s eyes, and quickly continued. “I just want you there. For me, and for our child.” He smiled. “That’s all you need to promise me.”
Draco smiled. “I promise.” He said.
Blaise stared at Harry in shock. “What are you talking about, Harry? He just offered you more than he’s ever offered anyone before! Take him for all he’s worth!” He said.
Harry glared at him. “Shut up, Zabini. I love this man, and I will not take advantage of his currently unstable mental state. He’s in shock. We both are.” He snapped.
Draco chuckled softly. “I’m not in shock, Love.” He said, almost too quietly for Harry to hear. “I’m walking on air.”
*****
“So, what are we going to do about this?” Harry asked, laying a hand over the spot where Draco’s child lay nestled within him.
They were on the Hogwarts Express, headed to spend the Christmas holiday with Narcissa at the Manor.
“Are we even capable of being ready for this?” He asked, his wide, frightened green eyes meeting Draco’s own, worried grey. “And what will we tell your mother?”
Draco sighed. “We’ll tell her the truth, of course. That’s the only option. She doesn’t need to know how it happened, because she wouldn’t be able to keep your name out of the papers if she knew it all. But we can tell her of the pregnancy, at least.” He glanced down at his hands, and then took a deep breath. “Harry, there’s something you need to know, and I’m not sure how to tell you without ruining the surprise and still make sure you know that my motives were pure. I put something in motion a few weeks ago, before I knew about your pregnancy, and it’s going to be happening very soon. But I don’t want you to think that I was influenced by this in any way. I wasn’t. So, no matter what happens tonight, don’t think that it has anything to do with your being pregnant.” He said softly. “Alright?” He asked.
Harry look at him, confused. “Okay, but that was all very convoluted, and I’m more sure than ever that the shock of this all has fried your brain.” He said lightly.
Draco chuckled. “I do love you, Harry Celeste Potter-Scarletti.”
Harry wrinkled his nose. “Ugh, what a horrible name. It’s very gender confused.” He joked. He sighed, shaking his head. “Now, don’t try to distract me this time. We need to talk about this, Draco. We haven’t had a chance yet, and I don’t know how much free time we’ll have at the Manor. What are we going to do? We aren’t ready, you know that.”
Draco shrugged. “We can’t abort the child, the Malfoy family would be shamed forever. And no Malfoy would ever let someone else have their child, it’s horrific to think what might happen if someone else raised a Malfoy.” He shuddered.
Harry snorted. “So, you’re against adoption?” He asked.
“Unless we let mother adopt. Or we could just have her raise the child until we’re ready. I could handle that. But…” He hesitated, shaking his head and looking out the window, turning his upper body away from Harry. “Never mind. It’s silly.” He whispered.
Harry grabbed Draco’s shoulder and turned the teen to face him. He stared in shock at the single tear slowly sliding down Draco’s cheek. No wonder he had turned away. He was crying. Harry gently wrapped his arms around Draco, letting the proud teen hide his face in Harry’s shoulder as he brought himself back under control. “What’s the matter?” Harry asked softly, concerned.
Draco pulled out of the embrace after several minutes, features once again calm. “I just don’t understand why you don’t want to raise this child. Because family is extremely important to the Malfoy line, and this is not impossible, just difficult, and it’s the best of us both, and I do want to raise it!” He said vehemently. “But you’re here trying to think of an alternative, and I don’t want to pressure you into something you’re not ready for, and… Yes, I’m afraid that I’m not able to be all a child needs in a parent, and yes, I’m scared to death that I’ll do something to screw everything up before this child is old enough to care for themselves, and yes, I know I’m not ready yet, but I’m willing to take the risk because this is our child, Harry. The one thing that I always thought would be impossible, and here it is, staring me in the face, and I’m willing to grab hold and ride with it, as far as it can carry me.” He finished. Then he smiled, wryly. “But if you don’t want to, I’d choose you in an instant. After all, a child can always come later.”
Harry smiled then, and Draco felt as though the world had just lit up.
“Actually,” Harry said a bit sheepishly, “I was worried that you wouldn’t want a child yet. I’m more than willing to try, but I can’t do it alone.” He ran a hand through his hair. “This is really one huge misunderstanding, and it needed to be cleared up.” He muttered to himself. “Now aren’t you glad I wanted to talk about this?” He asked jokingly.
Draco chuckled. “Very. So…” He reached out, then paused, looking at Harry nervously. “Is it alright?” He asked.
Harry smiled and lifted his shirt, pushed down the skirt a bit, and reclined on the seat. “Have at it. Merlin knows I have already.” He said lightly.
Draco stared at the exposed skin, the hint of a thong peeking up out of the skirt on Harry’s hipbones. ‘Really?’ He thought, then turned his eyes to the tiny area where their child was. He smiled, placing his hand over the area and imagining Harry’s body swelling from there, his abdomen round and ungainly, throwing his balance off and causing him to waddle. ‘He’ll be beautiful.’ He realized, tears in his eyes. ‘Growing with my child. No one else’s, ever. I’m the only person allowed to touch him in this manner.’
Harry sighed as Draco’s hand began to move, running up over his belly button, tracing his lowest ribs, then up further, sliding under the bra he wore. Harry felt Draco’s hands against his breasts, cupping them, and was embarrassed at the fact that he wasn’t male. “Draco-”
“Please?” Draco asked, stilling, but not removing his hands. “You’re beautiful to me, Harry. No matter what your body looks like, I’ll always love it.” He said. “Let me touch you?”
Harry blushed, bit his lip, and nodded. “Okay.” He said, his voice breathless.
Draco ran his fingertips over Harry’s nipples, then flicked them, and Harry flinched, crying out as he pulled away, dropping his shirt again. “Sorry.” He said. “They’re really sensitive right now. That actually hurt, a little bit.”
“Oh, sorry.” Draco smiled. “You’re so perfect for me. Everything I’ve ever wanted, and some parts of it even I didn’t know about.” He teased.
Harry rolled his eyes. “You’re only saying that because you want to get into my tiny panties tonight.” He teased back.
Draco raised an eyebrow. “Well, I’m not saying I’d be averse to the idea. Are you offering?” He asked.
Harry giggled. “Not on your life.” He replied.
“Well, at least I tried.” Draco pouted. “Even if it didn’t work out quite as I’d hoped.”
*****
“Draco, dear!” Narcissa hugged Draco, smothering him in a sweet-smelling cloud of perfume and silk and pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
Draco was suddenly glad that she had sent Harold Greeley, a family friend, to pick them up instead of arriving at Platform 9 ¾ herself. He couldn’t bear to have this kind of display in public.
She let him go and looked at the young woman standing silently just behind and to the right of her son. “Miss Scarletti. A pleasure to see you once more.” She said sedately, holding out a hand.
Celeste took the hand briefly, then smiled at it was released and curtsied. “Mrs. Malfoy. I hope we find you well?” She asked politely.
Narcissa smiled at her approvingly. She would be a good wife for Draco. “We shall see. I hope that you enjoy your visit to our home.” She added.
Celeste murmured in agreement.
Draco smirked inwardly at Harry’s perfect acting.
There would be time enough during dinner to face telling her about the new developments.
*****
Draco led Celeste into the dining room, opening the doors with a flick of his wand, revealing his mother, attired in her best dress robes, and the myriad vases of flower buds adorning both the tables along the walls and the dining table, and the high crystal chandelier with what seemed to be hundreds of candles burning on it.
“It’s lovely.” Celeste breathed, then looked around the room. “Why do you have flowers that aren’t in bloom, though?” She asked.
Draco just smiled secretively and fingered the box his mother had surreptitiously slipped him earlier, hidden within his pocket. “You’ll see later.” He answered her, then led her to a seat and sat beside her, across from his mother.
Narcissa picked up her fork and tapped her wine glass lightly, and a chiming sound too loud for the action filled the room.
Draco watched Celeste’s eyes widen as the house elves emerged from the kitchens, placing dishes on the table one after another. Meats, soups, vegetables, breads, fish and many other things appeared quickly, and the house elves disappeared back into the kitchens.
“Eat whatever you like.” Draco said lightly. “And don’t worry about the amount; whatever we don’t eat, the house elves will later. An ample supply of food keeps them content, so dinner is always a rather large affair.”
Celeste nodded and began reaching for the chicken, but Draco grabbed her wrist. “Not enough iron.” He said calmly.
“Oh, what do you care?” She snapped, glaring at him.
Narcissa smothered chuckle. Apparently she had the same problem Draco did, not liking the iron-rich foods even as he knew he needed them.
“I care.” Draco said, his eyes flicking to her stomach without letting Narcissa notice.
Celeste sighed, and plucked several oysters from a platter close to her and Draco.
Draco grinned at her and chose a few himself.
Narcissa raised an eyebrow, knowing that even if Celeste didn’t know that oysters were an aphrodisiac, her son most assuredly did.
“Draco.” She spoke sharply, taking a few slices of ham and placing them on her plate without looking at him.
“Yes, Mother?” Draco asked, all innocence.
“Do keep in mind all the properties of the food you put inside your body tonight, will you, darling?”
She looked up just in time to catch Draco’s red cheeks and unabashed smirk. “Of course, Mother.”
*****
Draco put down his fork and smiled, leaning back in his chair. He looked at Celeste. “Are you ready for dessert?” He asked her.
Celeste smiled. “I think so.” She answered.
Narcissa tapped her glass again, and quickly whispered something to one of the elves, who nodded. “Yes, Mistress Cissa!” The elf squeaked.
After the table was cleared, the elves made themselves scarce.
Celeste frowned in confusion as Draco slid out of his chair and knelt beside her, taking his left hand in both of his own and smiling lovingly.
“Celeste.” He began. “I love you, and want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you. Nothing would honor our family more than to accept you as a Malfoy for the rest of our lives, and nothing would please me more than making you my wife. Will you marry me?”
Celeste stared at him in shock.
Draco looked unnerved by her silence, and gulped. “Celeste?” He answered.
Celeste burst into tears and launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around him and tackling him to the floor.
Narcissa smiled.
Draco sat up, bringing Celeste with him. “So?” He asked, slightly less worried.
Celeste nodded, wiping tears of joy from her face. “Yes!” She said emphatically.
Draco smiled as the flower buds scattered around the room bloomed. “Alright, Mother. Time for dessert.” He said, laughing as Celeste refused to let him go. “Harry,” Draco whispered into the teen’s ear, “If you don’t get off of me very soon, I’m going to have a big problem.” He warned.
Celeste blushed and stood, sitting back down in her chair.
Draco pulled the Malfoy promise ring out from his pocket and opened the box, smiling at the sight of the pure platinum band that, instead of a gem, held his family's coat of arms. It was almost a mark of ownership, and was definitely a mark of betrothal. No one would dream of romantically approaching someone who wore this ring, as no one was stupid enough to incur the wrath of the Malfoy family. It would mean political, social, and economical ruin, as the Malfoys still had contacts in all the right places.
Celeste smiled at Draco. “This is what you meant on the Express?” She asked happily. “Is this why you were always so preoccupied? I thought you were having second thoughts!”
Draco looked horrified. “No! Never! I love you!” He said. “How could you think I didn’t?”
Celeste flushed. “The only time I really had your attention was in bed.” She said softly.
“Draco!” Narcissa scolded. “You can’t do that to a young woman! What was she supposed to think?! You poor dear. I thought I had raised him to be better than that.”
Draco glared at his mother. “Thank you, Mother, but I had no idea she felt that way. She never told me!”
Narcissa waved a hand dismissively. “She shouldn’t have to.”
“Dessert, please.” Draco said sullenly.
Honestly, now his own mother was against him? ‘I’m not a bloody mind reader.’ He thought morosely.
Celeste giggled as Narcissa struck her wineglass again. “You know, now that I think about it,” she whispered to Draco, “that might have just been hormones.” She admitted.
Draco watched as the house elves brought in the desserts. Again, there were several. Chocolate covered fruits, pies, cookies, truffles, éclairs, even fudge and the caramels Narcissa adored so much that she made the house elves only serve them around Christmas, lest she overindulge.
Draco took a deep breath once the house elves were gone.
Celeste had already bitten into a chocolate covered strawberry when Draco spoke.
“Mother, we’re having a child.” He said baldly.
Celeste inhaled sharply, and choked on the strawberry.
Draco pounded her on the back until her airway was again clear, and she turned to glare at him.
“Some warning would have been nice!” She snapped. “Merlin, were you trying to kill me?!”
Narcissa spoke then, heading off a lover’s spat. “A child.” She said, then her gaze, icy with disapproval, fixed on Draco. “You’ve been careful, have you?” She hissed.
Draco flushed in shame and hung his head. “Apparently not careful enough.” He muttered.
“Apparently.” His mother snapped. She turned to Celeste, her gaze no longer sharp, and spoke kindly. “If you are not prepared, there are alternatives. I know of a very discreet Mediwitch who can perform an-”
“No abortions.” Celeste said quickly. “Draco and I have already decided that we will raise this child to the best of our abilities.” She closed her eyes. “I hope you are not displeased, but this is what I want.”
Narcissa huffed in annoyance. “Draco, I am disappointed in you. However, if you two wish to raise the child, I will help in whatever ways I can. If you ever need to get away, I will watch my grandchild gladly. Money, of course, will not be a problem. Anything you do not know how to handle, you may come to me for. I am here to help. Though you should have known better.” She said to Draco. “But I will support you both in this.”
Draco groaned, burying his face in his hands. Well, that was less of a tongue-lashing than he had expected, but it still stung.
“Draco, eat your dessert.” Narcissa said softly. “This matter is closed, and I am not angry with you, though I wish you had waited. At least you told me, and you had the foresight to discuss the matter with her before too long.”
Draco sighed and reached for a truffle.
Celeste licked her lips. “Care to share that?” She asked coyly.
Draco felt his cock twitch. Surely she didn’t mean what he thought she did? In front of his mother?! “How do you mean?” He asked.
Celeste leaned forward and bit into it, her eyelashes fluttering as she moaned, and then leaned forward and kissed him, sharing the treat.
In. Front. Of. His. Mother!
The rest of the sweet fell from his fingers, numbed by shock. Luckily, it landed on the plate in front of him, rather than on his lap.
Narcissa watched with wide eyes as the kiss dragged on and on, for a full thirty seconds, before she gave a little cough.
Draco jerked back, tongue swiping across his lower lip to catch a bit of chocolate that clung there. He felt his face heat, and studiously focused on his plate, eating without looking at either of the women at the table.
Celeste giggled. “That was for making me breathe in strawberry.” She said smugly.
Narcissa laughed. “Beautifully done, Miss Scarletti! A fitting punishment, if I do say so myself.” She smirked at Draco. “Humiliation for humiliation, Draco. She was within her rights.”
Celeste smiled. “Please, Mrs. Malfoy, call me Celeste. After all, we are to be in-laws.”
“Then you must call me Narcissa.” She returned.
Draco groaned. Great. They were bonding over his shame.
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