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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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Celeste licked the last of the caramel from her lips, sighing softly. “Those are delicious, Narcissa.” She said.
Narcissa smiled. “Aren’t they? The house elves used to make them all the time, after they discovered my fondness for them. I had to tell them to only make them during the Holidays after I gained five pounds in one month from them.”
Celeste laughed. “That must have been quite a shock.” She said.
“It was awful.” Narcissa deadpanned. She stood and inclined her head. “I think we should get dressed for bed. Would you care to join me in the study in fifteen minutes for a nightcap?” She asked them. “In honor of your betrothal.”
“We would love to.” Celeste said sweetly, kicking Draco under the table when he glared at her, about to tell her that he would love no such thing.
Narcissa nodded. “Shall I show you to a guest room?”
Draco sighed. “Honestly, Mother, you know that won’t keep us from sleeping together, right? There’s no need.”
“Draco!” Celeste hissed.
Narcissa sighed. “Celeste, would you like a guest room, or will you be sleeping with Draco? I know that I obviously can’t stop you if you want to, so the decision is yours, and given your condition, I understand if you wish to be with him.”
Celeste blushed. “I will be sharing Draco’s bed, if that does not discomfit you.” She answered.
Narcissa smiled warmly. “Not at all. Lucius is not here to disagree, and I have never held with the separate sleeping quarters in another’s house rubbish. This is Draco’s house, after all, once he marries, and I will merely be a guest.”
Draco sighed. “Mother, you know this will be your house as well, until the day you die. In fact, I had hoped to live in Windhaven, until then.” He said, taking Celeste’s hand and standing. “We will be in the study directly.” He said, then led Celeste from the room.
When they got to his room, he turned around and pinned Celeste to the door, stripping her with one hand while he kissed her breathless. “I wish I had time to properly ravish you, but alas, we have to drink with my mother first.” He groaned, then turned and began digging through his wardrobe for his pajamas.
Celeste slipped on a silk nightgown that clung to her small curves, and smiled when Draco turned around and stared. “Like it?”
It was a deep, forest green, almost black, and Draco had to shake his head before he could respond. “Merlin.” Was all he said.
Celeste giggled. “Now, where’s this study? And how exactly am I supposed to drink in my condition?”
Draco smiled. “There’s a charm to remove alcohol from a beverage. I’m sure if you ask, Mother can teach it to you. In fact, I think she’d like to.”
Celeste smiled. “Oh. Well, that’s a relief.”
*****
“I must say, when we met in Diagon after Draco told me he had found a potential wife, your words about not looking into a relationship with him startled me a bit. What changed your mind?” Narcissa asked Celeste.
Celeste grinned wryly. “Well, your son is rather determined when he sees something he wants, and I decided that against his tenacity, my objections were rather pointless. So I gave in. It seems I made the right choice, after all.”
Narcissa sighed. “He is not used to being told no, that much is true. Lucius spoiled him.” She said, glancing pointedly at her son, who sat there blinking innocently.
“Mother,” he began, “everything he ever gave me I had earned.” He said.
“What about your first broom?” She replied.
Draco frowned. “I got top marks for deportment from Sir Bellsdown that week, just like he told me to.”
“I don’t remember hearing the part where he told you to blackmail him in order to achieve them.” She pointed out with a raised eyebrow.
“Yes, well,” Draco replied, waving a careless hand. “You simply had to read between the lines.”
Celeste giggled. “I think spoiled is probably right.” She told Draco. “But I wouldn’t have you any other way.”
“Well, good. Because it’s a bit too late to change my childhood now.” Draco said haughtily.
Narcissa shook her head and finished her brandy. “I think I shall retire now. Breakfast during the Christmas holidays is served at nine. You can have the time until then to rest and wake up leisurely. I know Hogwarts doesn’t allow such things, even on the weekends, due to the early risers that make such noise.” She said.
Celeste smiled. “Indeed. We will see you at breakfast, then.”
“Good night, Mother.” Draco said sweetly.
Narcissa smiled at him. “Sweet dreams, Draco. And you, Celeste. I will see you in the morning.” She finished, then swept out of the room.
Draco smirked. “Shall we get back to my room?” He asked.
Celeste sighed and got up. “I suppose.”
*****
Draco locked his door and turned to face Celeste with a raised eyebrow. “I know you haven’t been intimate with me as a female yet, but since you’re pregnant there’s no need to worry about that now. So, can we? I find that after seeing you win my Mother’s approval so swiftly, I’m rather ravenous for you.” He said softly, watching from against the door as Celeste climbed onto his bed and reclined against the pillows.
“Draco, it’s… Difficult. This isn’t really my body. Well, it is, I suppose, but… Wouldn’t it be weird?” She asked.
Draco pushed away from the door, climbing atop the bed and straddling Celeste as he leaned in to kiss her. After stealing her breath and nearly drowning in the intoxicating flavor of the person he loved most, he pulled back just enough to breathe. “This is your body. You heard Severus. He’s going to keep trying, but you will most likely have to stay in this body forever, and I don’t want us to have to abstain for several days each month. I don’t care whether you have a cock or a pussy. It doesn’t matter to me.”
“Draco, please-”
“No, let me finish.” Draco said, placing his fingertips over her lips. “I wouldn’t care if you were genderless, except that it would make this all rather difficult to figure out, although I’d do my best to find a way. I love you, the man and the woman, and I want to be able to show you that in the oldest and most intimate way possible. I. Want. This. Any other objections?”
Celeste took a deep breath, then closed her eyes. “None that wouldn’t sound silly after that.” She admitted, opening her eyes again. “What if I’m still a virgin in this body?”
Draco smirked. “Then we’ll have to hope you don’t mind it hurting just a tiny bit, one last time. It’s easier for girls, you know. Less pain.”
Celeste closed her eyes tightly, but nodded. “Okay, I’ll do it.”
“If you really don’t want to, I won’t force you.” Draco said nervously.
Celeste opened her eyes, smiling and blushing. “It’s not that. I just… You won’t like my female body better than the male, will you? I don’t think I could take that.” She said softly.
Draco chuckled. “I could never like either body more than the other. They are both you, and that’s the person I wanted so badly to marry that I had my mother get the traditional Malfoy promise ring rather than buying an inferior ring for you.”
Celeste looked at the ring on her finger again, then beamed up at Draco. “Alright, then. If you love me so much, there’s nothing I won’t share with you. My body should be first on that list, whichever gender it happens to be. And I am curious as to whether it will feel different.”
Draco smiled deviously. “Well, then will you let me commence with the pleasure I intended to give you at the Dragonseye Hotel? Without stopping me this time, of course.” He purred, tracing one finger down her body, over greenest silk, finally stopping at the bottom of the nightie, which was at mid-thigh.
Celeste laid back against the pillows, lifted the nigthie to bunch around her waist, and met Draco’s eyes trustingly as she spread her legs a bit.
Draco sucked in a breath at the unvoiced approval. “Thank you.” He whispered, looking down at her half-bared body. ‘So tiny.’ He thought. ‘So slender, and beautiful, and perfect. As hauntingly lovely a woman as she is a man.’
He bit his lip, and vowed never to let her doubt his love for her again.
Draco leaned down and took a long, perusing look at her smooth, perfect mound again. He traced his fingertip over her clitoris, down, over the entrance to her body where his child would likely emerge eight months hence.
At least, he hoped she wouldn’t have to give birth as a male.
“I’m going to taste you now.” He whispered, catching her shaky nod as she sucked in a nervous breath.
He leaned in and swiped his tongue over her, starting just below her entrance and running up, over her clitoris, making her whimper as her pink flesh quivered, unused to such stimulation.
‘Well, that’s a good sign, I think.’ Draco mused, swiping his tongue over the tiny bundle of nerve endings once, twice, thrice, then dipping his tongue into her body, tasting the clear juices, so familiarly Harry, but with undertones that were so very new.
He heard a sharp gasp from above and looked up, seeing her head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut and one arm flung over them in defense. ‘Oh, no, you don’t.’ He thought, taking her arm and pinning it down at her side until she stopped trying to tug it free and opened her eyes, looking down at him.
“What?”
Draco narrowed his eyes at her. “I’m not going to let you be ashamed of this, that’s what. You are allowed to revel in the sensations. There is nothing wrong about enjoying carnal pleasures with your fiancé and the father of your unborn child. Let go and let yourself like it. Don’t fight it anymore. This is you, and me, and we are betrothed now. There is no one else in this bed. Your body is all that changes, not your soul, not my love for you, only your outward form. And since you don’t seem to understand that this is not degradation, you are going to watch me enjoy you, and you are going to like what I do with you. With. Not to. You have to be willing for this.”
Celeste flushed. “I am, but-”
“But nothing. You are willing, or not.” Draco said firmly.
“I am.” Celeste answered, keeping her eyes on him. “I’ll watch you, then.”
Draco smiled, letting her hand go and bending back down, his eyes holding hers.
Celeste watched, enthralled, as he sucked gently on her clitoris, then her labia, seeming to enjoy the shivers the actions caused. He groaned, lapping up her honey and savoring the taste with obvious enjoyment.
Draco glanced up and saw Celeste staring down at him, transfixed by the sight of him unabashedly enjoying her body. He chuckled, sending hot breaths against her, and she squirmed, a small moan escaping her lips.
Celeste cried out as Draco thrust his tongue inside her. “Oh, Merlin!” She yelped, grabbing at the sheets. “Please, can I stop watching? It’s too much!” She pleaded, desperate.
“If you promise you’ll keep enjoying it, then yes.” Draco replied smugly.
Celeste let her head fall back and closed her eyes, opening her legs wider.
Draco slid his hands beneath her buttocks, holding her up like a bowl of punch he was about to drink from, and began to suck and lick her with wanton abandon, listening as her breaths quickened, then she began pushing back against his mouth.
Draco began to thrust his tongue inside of her, fucking her with it, and then pulled her clitoris into his mouth again, ruthlessly flicking it with the tip of his tongue as fast as he could. His efforts were rewarded when she stopped breathing, tensed, then her entire body relaxed with a squeal of sublime enjoyment.
“Wonderful.” Draco purred, letting her go and laying atop her once again, running his hands over her face and hair. “Lovely. How was it?”
“Mm. I think my bones have melted.” She murmured, watching him through hooded eyes, a satisfied smile on her face. “But I think I can go again. Right now, in fact.”
Draco pouted. “You know, I find it highly unfair that you can experience multiple orgasms and pee while standing, even if not at the same time.” He said.
Celeste laughed. “Well? You still haven’t come yet. Why don’t you take what you need from my willing body?” She offered, pulling off her nightie and tossing it off the bed.
Draco was undressed in seconds, sliding one finger into her to prove what he already knew to be true: She was soaking wet. Ready for him.
“I’ll do this as fast as I can, and it should only hurt a bit, for a second.” He said, positioning himself.
Celeste nodded. “Kiss me?” She asked sweetly, and batted her eyelashes at him playfully.
Draco covered her mouth with his own, tongues twining, and plunged himself into her as far as he could go in one thrust, rending her hymen in the process.
He felt a sharp pang of regret when he heard her pained cry, but when he raised his head, there were no tears, only a faint confused look on her face.
“That’s it?” She asked softly. “That’s so unfair! It hurt so much more the other time you took my virginity.”
Draco smirked. “There was a lot more lubrication involved this time. Men don’t lubricate themselves, and there’s only so much that can be done about that, plus the arse is much smaller.”
Celeste pursed her lips. “Hm. I suppose you’re right. This isn’t too bad.” She teased, moving her hips a bit.
Draco pulled out, then sunk back in, sighing as he found a rhythm and stuck with it. It wasn’t as tight, or as hot, but it was still perfect, because this, too, was the person he had fallen in love with. Plus, the friction was so much slicker, with her juices easing the way, and he felt as though he would never get enough of this feeling. Luckily, he could have both forms for many, many years to come.
Celeste moaned, undulating beneath Draco, as they strained to find release, sweat slowly forming over their bodies.
Celeste, already primed from her previous orgasm, hit her peak first, and the rhythmic contractions of her wet sheath around Draco’s cock drove him over the edge only moments after her, and he came, sending his seed into a much more receptive channel, though it would be unable to take root in the already occupied space.
“Wow.” Celeste sighed, a blissful smile on her face. “Amazing.”
“I concur.” Draco said sleepily, pulling out of her and rolling to her side. “Come here.” He said petulantly, pulling her close. “This bed is too big and lonely without you. I want to cuddle.”
Celeste giggled. “You always want to cuddle after sex.” She said teasingly.
“Are you complaining?” Draco asked.
“No. Not at all.” Celeste replied, settling her back into the curve of his chest and tangling their legs together the way Draco liked. ‘Merely being happy that that still hasn’t changed.’ She thought, drifting off to sleep with a happy smile curving her lips.
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