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Buckle Up Blondie	By : slytherincailin Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3974 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Seventeen:

Five Months Later:

Draco lay on his side, silver eyes locked over the bump that was his son. It rose and fell softly with every indrawn breath Bród took. Seven months had passed since he had realised his feelings for the strange, beautiful creature who now lay in bed with him. Bród's hair was sleek beneath his fingertips, as dark and black as a cat's fur. His soft, slender face was peaceful as he slept, devoid of any pain, as if he had never been wounded in his life. An innocent life.

Draco smiled, carding a hand through his shoulder-length hair before resting his palm against the bump. His son. A boy. Against his will, Draco felt his heart constrict painfully in his chest. Memories of his own father blinded him, flickering across his eyelids. Lucius and Narcissa would never know their grandson. They would never hold the Malfoy heir, or spoil him as they had Draco. They were dead.

"What dark thoughts is that evil mind of yours spewing now?"

Draco's musing was interrupted by the rough, sleep-filled voice. He grinned as Bród blinked at him, body heating as his hand, which had moved to hold his stomach, came into contact with Draco's. The blonde chuckled, "how can you still be embarrassed to touch me?" Draco smirked, "after all we've done?"

If Bród had been human, his cheeks would have flushed scarlet. "Shut up," he growled out, grimacing as he turned on his side to face his lover. "Don't change the subject. What were you thinking about?"

Draco sighed, eyes lidded. "I was remembering my parents." Bród murmured in sympathy, features morphing into an expression of pain as he recalled the depression Harry had fallen into only a few weeks ago because of his lost loved ones. It had taken days to bring him back around. "I'm sorry, Draco," Bród whispered.

Draco shook his head, hands moving to capture the man's face softly. "I do not regret being sent here, Bród. I love every minute I spend with you. You are my life now." Bród's green eyes glowed briefly, his mouth twisting in a sweet smile. "Really?"

"Of course," Draco smirked before grimacing lightly, "now if only we can remain in bed forever so I'm not reminded how much taller my wife is than me, everything would be perfect." Bród growled at Draco's use of the feminine, human word. The blonde had found it exceptionally hilarious and had taken to calling him that often, much to Bród's dismay. "I'm not your wife you absolute pain in the arse!"

"Oh yes, "Draco growled suddenly, lifting himself so that he hovered over the taller man's mouth, "I am that alright." Bród gasped and opened his mouth to deny his statement, embarrassment clear in his acid-green eyes. A sharp twinge drew his attention away and he grimaced instead.

Draco looked down at the man with concern evident in his eyes. "Are you alright?"

Bród huffed a breath, chuckling lightly. "I'm fine, just.."

Whatever he had been about to say ended in a cry as Bród gripped his stomach suddenly, back arching.

"Bród!" Draco jumped back, mouth gaping as he watched the man writhe against the covers, keening as though he was in pain. Green eyes met his briefly, "Get Mawha, Draco... The baby!"

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"How am I supposed to tell him? He'll kill me!"

"I'd be more inclined to believe he'd accept the distraction with open arms!"

Lily was saved a sarcastic retort to her lover, Geal, as Draco raced into the kitchen in only his robe, eyes wild. "Draco?"

Malfoy's eyes landed on her for a split second, "Yes, you! Female! Get back to my room now, Bród's gone into labour!"

Lily spluttered indignantly, "I bloody well won't! I'll be damned if I'm watching someone, male or female, squirt something out of their body!"

Draco ignored her, grasping her hand and pushing her towards the door as he continued to ramble, "I have to find Mawha, Geal you have to help me. It's too early! He's losing it!"

Geal quirked an eyebrow at the blonde as Lily stormed down the hallway. "I thought he was near seven months?"

"Exactly!" Draco growled as he paced towards the Front Room. Geal halted the small man with a firm tug on his arm. "Draco," he said, "you're no good to Bród in this state calm down. Besides, seven months is full term, a week early will not matter." Draco's eyes calmed slightly, "It is?"

Geal rolled his eyes "what a way to inform yourself, Draco. Come on."

The two pushed open the door. Lae rested on the couch curled against Darr whilst the two sets of twins played with magic on the floor. Draco was met with two identical green eyes and blonde heads only seconds before he was met with identical blue eyed brunettes. He blinked rapidly, shaking his head before he saw his lover's Mawha. "Lae! Bród's in labour!"

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Lily held Bród's hand in her own, face tinged green as she tried to calm the frantic man. The alien panted against the pain, his hair shiny with sweat and glistening as though he had been doused in water. There was minimal blood on the sheets and the red head could not bring herself to glance down. If she saw a head, she would vomit.

Lae entered the room swiftly, his green eyes wide and Lily breathed a curse in relief. She moved to allow the blonde to take her seat, knees shaking weakly. Draco grasped her hand as she passed, a thank you. She nodded, breathing through her nose as she walked out, passed Geal. He chuckled lightly at the sight, hopping back when the woman aimed a kick at his shin.

"This is your bloody fault!" she hissed, green eyes furious. Geal regarded her softly, smile bright, "if you are referring to the nausea, it is not my fault but someone else's, my dear."

Lily sneered and turned to see her father enter through the back door, eyes curious. He had aged since their arrival here. The youthful fifty-odd year old had been replaced by a man who was still Harry Potter, but elderly. Though no new wrinkles adorned his face, his eyes were tired. "Lily?" he questioned, "what's happening?"

"Bród's gone into labour, it appears. Draco was frantic." Geal supplied easily, holding out a seat for Lily. Harry grinned to himself. "He was? Damn I wish I'd seen that." His green eyes sparkled suddenly as he glanced towards the yelps of pain travelling down the hallway. "A baby," he whispered, "it'll be nice to have a baby in the house."

Lily studiously ignored the pointed stare Geal levelled in her direction.

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"What do you think they'll call him?"

Albus glanced up as Jamie sidled closer to Aoibh, tucking a strand of dark hair behind his ear as he did so. The smaller boy grinned at his twin, eyes knowing. "If Bród allows Draco a say in it, no doubt it'll be called some constellation or other."

Spraoí frowned, "constellation?" Albus nodded in reply. "Like a star? Sirius, that's Jamie's middle name. And Draco is a star, as was his father's name before him, Lucius." Aoibh's lips parted softly, "that's really pretty."

Jamie nodded reverently at the taller male, definitely starry-eyed. Albus shook his head at the pair and grinned at Spraoí before standing and making to leave the room. He cringed at the shrieks that echoed down the hall and bypassed his chattering father and sister in favour of stepping out into the garden.

Silence. Sweet silence. Oh, how he craved it. The teenager sighed happily as he made his way into the forest and sat down, bracing his back against a tree. He ran a hand through the warm grass, smile wavering as he focused on the light that had once been his mother.

With the time that had passed, Albus knew that his mother was long dead. The fact that her light remained, dim and blinking in the furthest corner of his mind, confused him to no end. Shouldn't it have vanished the moment she had passed on? Well, he supposed that was the theory. Clearly, he had been wrong.

"Why so sad?"

Albus sighed, eyes closed as the voice he had only heard a handful of times before whispered against his ear. It sounded as though the forest was speaking to him. "I'm not sad," he whispered back, uncaring that his sanity seemed to be suffering on this planet, "there's a baby coming, why would I be sad?"

"True... And yet here you are. Alone. Sad."

Albus chuckled, head turning as he tried to hear where, exactly, the voice was coming from. It would be no use. He never witnessed his mysterious speaker in all the time he had spent in the forest. No matter how hard he searched. "Perhaps I'm just tired."

"You're very young to be so tired."

The voice spoke from just before him and Albus opened his eyes with a gasp, spine straightening. His eyes locked on the sight before him and he gulped. Lilac hair and powder-blue eyes filled his vision.

"Seanchaí?"

The whisper was frightened even to him, quiet and confused, like a young child. The Elder's smile enraptured him and Albus found himself closing his eyes and leaning forward until those lips were captured by his own.

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Lily watched the scene with wide eyes. Her vision locked onto Draco and the tiny form he held protectively in his arms. Every so often, Malfoy would lean down and press a soft kiss against Bród's forehead. The alien smiled up at him, face one of utter bliss.

The family surrounded them, all eager to hold the baby, little Scorpius. She would have laughed at the name, if it hadn't felt so completely and utterly right. So caught up was she in her thoughts, she did not feel her father sit beside her, Scorpius nestled securely in his arms.

The infant looked up at her, eyes far too aware for something so young. He was tiny, smaller than she had thought he would be. His pale skin was wet and his blonde hair smoothed back. Were it not for the acid-green eyes staring out of his soft face, he would have been the perfect Malfoy heir. From his back, like those of a chibi dragon, sprouted wings the colour of blood.

Lily felt her stomach twist and she tore her eyes away to look at her father, heart hammering. "Dad?"

Harry glanced up at his daughter's whisper, frowning as he caught sight of her wide eyes, her pale skin. "What's wrong?" Lily closed her eyes briefly, breathe quaking.

"I'm pregnant."
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