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The Power of Three	By : Queenie_Mab Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 14386 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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"That has to have been the worst Christmas of my life," Draco said to Harry while they were preparing for bed.

"Oh, it could have been worse," Harry supplied. "But you're right. It is right up there with some of my worst Christmases."

"How bad could your bad Christmases have been to even compare to tonight?" Draco asked in disbelief.

"Trust me. My Muggle relatives made Christmas a living hell for the ten years I lived with them. I never got Christmas presents, I was made to stay in my cupboard while the relatives were over, and Dudley rubbed it all in my face."

Draco looked at him in shock. "I hate your Muggle relatives then. How could they do that to a little boy? Where do they live? I'll teach them a thing or two."

"Don't bother," Harry said. "My uncle died of a heart attack ten years ago and I've lost track of my aunt and cousin. Good riddance to them."

"They are just lucky I didn't hear about this sooner. I would have had my Death Eater cronies pay them a visit."

"Draco," Harry said seriously. "Don't even joke about things like that."

"Who said I was joking?" Draco persisted. "I fancied you, I would have done it too. I had fewer scruples back then than I do now."

"Well I'm glad you didn't know then," Harry exclaimed. "I hated them, but I never wished them dead. Anyway, let's talk about tonight." Harry said, climbing into bed naked.

"Do we have to?" Draco asked, following suit.

"I think it's a good idea. Why did you decide to dose us all with Veritaserum?"

"I wanted to know the truth about how our children would react when we told them about the pregnancy. I'm not surprised at James' reaction, but I didn't think Scorpius would object so much."

"He didn't say a word, Draco."

"Exactly. He didn't say a word. That means he doesn't want to get into trouble for revealing his thoughts; especially after he discovered I had dosed him. I also did it to find out if he hated me for forcing him to break up his relationship. I didn't expect him to admit that it was actually love that he felt. I assumed they were too young for such things and were just experimenting with each other, being best friends and all. That type of stuff used to go happen a lot when I was in Slytherin."

"Did you ever experiment with your dorm-mates?" Harry asked, biting at his lower lip.

"Does it matter if I did? Harry, I didn't have anyone. I sought comfort where I could find it. Blaise is bisexual and we learnt a lot about sex from each other, but I always topped, he's lucky I didn't get him pregnant."

Harry worried his lip some more. "How old were you? I mean when you were experimenting?"

Draco sighed and admitted, "I was Scorpius and Albus' age when it began, but it was a casual thing. I mean Blaise dated girls too. I think he and the Weaselette even got it on once."

Draco immediately clapped his hand over his mouth, realising what he had just revealed.

Harry shrugged. "I don't care any more. After the way she treated the children this morning, she can go to hell for all I care. Can you believe a mother could say such things to her children?"

"Harry, you said it yourself. It's probably the brain damage caused by her overdose that makes her act the way she does."

"I don't know, Draco. She seemed pretty with it to me."

Draco snuggled closer to Harry. "I don't want to talk about such things any more. I've had to put up with Granger's excitement over being pregnant at the same time and her plans for our children to become best friends."

Draco let his hand snake down Harry's body with a light touch, causing Harry's body to break out in goose-flesh. His cock began to fill.

The calming draught had worn off by now and Harry was feeling excited again. He felt relieved that Draco let the kids know about the baby so he wouldn't have to do it. He wouldn't have known how anyway.

"Draco, what are you doing?" he asked coyly.

"Trying to salvage Christmas at least a little bit," Draco answered huskily. He moved even closer to Harry, until he was draped over half of him, cock rubbing against Harry's thigh.

Harry moaned and found Draco's mouth. They kissed deeply for awhile until Harry's cock began to weep from the building excitement and the friction Draco was finding against his leg.

He broke free and asked, "Do you want to top or bottom tonight? I want you any way I can get you."

Draco grinned, apparently pleased with the question. "I'd like to top, thank you very much. I may be a pregnant man, but I am still very much a man."

Harry kissed him again, then said, "Being a bottom doesn't make a person any less a man. It takes a real man to take a cock. But I'll have yours tonight. I want to be filled by you, I want you."

"Mmmmm," Draco said, reaching down to stroke Harry's erection. "My goodness, look how wet you are already."

"For you, always. Come on. I can't wait any longer. Want you," Harry said, punctuating each declaration with a kiss.

Draco reached over Harry's toned chest, glamour in place, and grazed his brown nipples as he reached for the jar of lube on the nightstand. Harry hissed at the sensation. He felt like every nerve in his body was standing on end, he was so aroused. He grabbed Draco by the waist on his way back from retrieving the lube and flipped him so that he was laying on his back, covered by Harry's body.

Draco held the lube in his right hand and Harry reached over to unstopper it. He dipped his fingers into the wet concoction and used them to slather Draco's cock with the stuff. He wanted to ride Draco. Wanted to see his face when he came, the total abandon in those grey eyes and the ruffling of his normally tamed white-blond hair against the light blue pillowcase.

Harry pressed himself alongside Draco's cock, smearing his own with some of the lube before climbing up and positioning himself above the head, readying himself for penetration. He kissed Draco again and holding onto Draco's cock, slid back onto it, wincing slightly at the breach of the first ring of muscle and then seating himself all the way, savouring the initial burn.

"Oh, God, Draco. You feel so good inside me. I feel full and connected with you and I want to stay like this forever."

"Potter," Draco said, gasping. "You're talking like a woman again."

"Shut up and kiss me," Harry said, leaning forward to take Draco's mouth once more and allow his cock to slip partially out.

Draco thrust his hips upwards to try to recapture the full extent of Harry's channel but Harry was teasing him, rocking up and down, pulling loose so just the head was inside and then slipping down a few inches and back up in an attempt to drive Draco insane.

It must have worked, for soon Harry found himself on his arms and legs, being fucked fast and furious and loving every second of it. The fact that it was Draco that was pregnant with his baby nearly threw him over the edge.

He remembered talking to the lumps that were Ginny's stomach while she was pregnant with their children and promising to be the best Daddy he could be; singing to them lullabies out of tune and feeling them kick beneath his hand. He couldn't wait to do that with Draco. Just picturing Draco with a belly swollen with baby did send Harry over and he came without even being touched with a loud cry of Draco's name.

Draco continued to pound him within an inch of his life and Harry loved every second of it. The feeling of Draco's cock moving within him, connecting them was enough to cause his cock to fill once more, even so shortly after coming.

Draco was grunting with the effort of keeping his pace and hitting Harry's prostate. He came spectacularly and Harry actually felt the explosion within him and the juices running down his thighs.

Draco dropped immediately to his side beside Harry and didn't move. He just lay there panting to catch his breath.

It was unlike Draco to not say anything after sex, especially brilliant sex and Harry instinctively knew that something was wrong.

"Draco," he asked, but received no response. Draco lay with his eyes shut and his white-blond hair spilling around his head like unwoven silk.

"Draco," Harry repeated, this time shaking his body.

Draco sleepily opened one pale grey eye and seemed to have trouble focusing on Harry.

"What's the matter?" Harry demanded. When Draco let his eye droop shut, Harry didn't care that they were naked. He gathered Draco in the top sheet after struggling into his boxers and and lifted him, cradled like a baby. He threw Floo powder into the room's fireplace and called out, "St. Mungo's," desperate for help.

***

Harry stumbled out of the fireplace in his boxers, come drying on his legs and called out, "I need a Healer over here immediately. It's me, Harry Potter."

People goggled at him and began whispering when they noticed Draco in his arms. Shortly, a witch in lime-green robes entered the Floo room and saw Harry standing, cradling Draco to his chest. "My goodness, Mr. Potter."

She pressed her bracelet and immediately two wizards also wearing lime-green robes appeared carrying a portable gurney. They levitated Draco onto it, directing it with their wands, and bade Harry to follow them to the staff lift.

"We'll take him to urgent care first," said the witch. "Mr. Potter, what in Merlin's name happened to him?"

"Er--I'd rather not say until we've settled into a room."

Harry felt utterly stupid, standing there, covered in come in yesterday's boxers while the Healers ran preliminary diagnostic spells over Draco. He was glad however that he'd got Draco to St. Mungo's so quickly. The healers whispers carried over to his ears, "nearly dead."

When Harry heard that, he felt faint. The lift came to a stop at the fourth floor, spell damage. They would assume such a thing with Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, Harry figured. He followed them out of the lift, thankfully in the opposite direction from the Janus Thickey ward.

The Healers took Draco into a back room and bade Harry check in at the nurses station. "Er--could I possibly borrow a set of robes?" Harry asked, feeling the stares of people walking by as he filled out paperwork in his boxer shorts.

"Oh, of course, Mr. Potter," said the nurse, who according to her name-badge was Nurse Abbott. She retreated to a small room off to the side of the station and returned with a set of simple blue robes, the type that patients wore, but Harry wasn't going to complain. He threw them on as quickly as possible and tied his sash.

Harry signed a contract saying that he would take responsibility for Draco. When he came to the line on the intake scroll that asked him for his relationship status, Harry proudly wrote, life-partner. He finished filling out the paperwork and handed the scroll back to Nurse Abbott. She briefly scanned the document and began to turn a little red in the face while she was presumably reading the reason for his visit.

"Well, this all seems to be in order." she said, composing herself. "If you'd like to go upstairs and wait in the visitor's lounge, you are welcome--"

"I want to see Draco," Harry insisted. "I need to know that he's alive and all right."

"Of course, Mr. Potter," said Nurse Abbott. "I'll just go back and see how the Healers are coming along. If you'll just have a seat over there by the wall," she said, pointing to a row of chairs, "I'll let you know as soon as possible when you can see him."

She disappeared into the room Draco had been taken into and came back out moments later.

"They said you may come in."

"Thank you," Harry said, breathing in relief.

He entered the room to discover two Healers standing over Draco, wands hovering above him and a female Healer stood at the foot of his bed. She came over to Harry.

"I'm Healer Boot," she introduced herself. "They are having trouble determining what is wrong with him. Do you have any information that may help us?"

"He's pregnant," Harry said softly, but loud enough that the two Healers working on Draco paused mid-incantation and looked up at Harry.

One of the healers did the now familiar pregnancy test spell and a rosy orb floated above Draco's abdomen, the seahorse shape looking a little bigger than when Harry had seen it last. His heart leaped at the sight, but he was suddenly filled with fear.

"He's going to be all right, isn't he?" he asked, biting his lower lip and flipping his fringe to the side nervously.

"How did you say he came to be in such a state?" One of the Healers asked.

"What, pregnant?" Harry asked. "It's Veela magic. Apparently I have Veela in my bloodline."

The Healers recoiled slightly.

"What?" Harry asked, growing angry now.

"It's just that a male pregnancy isn't common. We'll have to do some research to help him. Has he been feeling ill?"

"No," Harry exclaimed. "He just fell over after we had sex and lay limp like he is now. That's why we're here. I want to know that he's all right."

The Healers exchanged a look and the first one did another quick sweep over Draco with his wand.

"If that is the case, Mr. Potter, it is a simple case of over-exertion. Had a busy Christmas, stressful at all?"

"Yes, but--"

"He needs to stay in bed throughout the duration of his pregnancy," the healer said. "Feed him well and no more sex until he comes back for a re-evaluation after a week."

Draco opened his eyes and sat bolt upright. "Where am I?" he asked.

Harry pushed the female Healer out of the way and went to Draco, folding him in his arms. "We're at St. Mungo's, love. You passed out."

Draco looked around at the Healers, slightly dazed. "I want to go home, Harry," he said, his voice sharp.

"They said we could," Harry told him. "But you've got to come back in a week."

One of the Healers left the room and returned with a wheelchair. Draco took one scornful look at it and said, "No. I won't be seen in a chair. Harry will help me walk."

"No, Draco. You need to stay in bed for the rest of your pregnancy. You need the chair so we can get you down to the Floo."

"Yes," said one of the Healers. "Floo travel and Portkey are the only safe Wizarding modes of transportation. Absolutely no Apparation, there is a danger of splinching the foetus mid-travel."

They were given more instructions and eventually Draco consented to the use of the wheelchair.

"Thank you, Healers," Harry said. "We'll be on our way then."

"Very well, Mr. Potter. Next week come to this floor. We have a maternity ward here. You'll bring him there in one week for re-evaluation."

Harry pushed Draco out the door and to the lifts. They descended in complete silence and Flooed back to Grimmauld together.

***

By the time they arrived it was the early morning of Boxing Day. Harry made a mental note to contact the Weasleys and cancel. He had left the wheelchair at the hospital and carried Draco, much to Draco's chagrin, up the stairs to their room. He lay Draco on the bed and tucked him in.

Draco sat up and folded his arms, finally speaking. "What the hell do you think you were doing, taking me to St. Mungo's?" he asked angrily.

"You had passed out, Draco. Entirely. I was afraid you would die and they said that you nearly had in the lifts on the way up to the Emergency ward."

Draco huffed. "This bed-rest idea is totally out of the question. I will not be made to stay in bed."

"Draco, hon, I will make sure you stay in bed even if I have to Incarcerous your arse."

"You wouldn't dare," Draco said, appalled.

"Don't try me," Harry warned.

Draco huffed again and lay down. "I am tired," he admitted. "But it's only because I haven't had any sleep. We'll talk more about this when I wake up."

Harry stood above Draco and traced his jawline, rough with stubble, with his hand. "I love you, you know that?"

Draco looked up at Harry, grey eyes flashing and then softening. "Yes," he said grudgingly.

Harry leaned over and placed a kiss on Draco's lips. "Don't scare me like that again. I was afraid I had lost you."

"Don't even insinuate that you've saved my life again, Potter," Draco said impudently.

"I wouldn't dream of it," Harry said, ruffling Draco's white-blond locks. "Sleep now. We will talk later.

Draco closed his eyes and fell asleep almost immediately.

Harry stood above him, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest, and then realised he was still dressed in hospital robes. He gathered some clean clothing and headed down the hall to the bathroom to shower. On his way, he poked his head into Albus' room and saw that Scorpius had crawled into bed with him and they were sleeping wrapped up together, thankfully dressed in pyjamas.

He was glad that Draco was bedridden then, because he would have thrown a fit. "Scorpius," Harry called.

Scorpius and Albus stirred and opened their eyes. Their eyes grew wide when they saw Harry.

"Dad, it's not what it looks like--"

"Never mind that," said Harry. "Just get to your own room, Scorpius, before your father wakes up."

"Yes, sir," Scorpius said sullenly.

"Hey," Harry said. "Call me Harry. Sir, makes me feel old."

He continued on to the shower laughing softly to himself and hoping that Scorpius would do as he was told.

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