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Punishment or a Gift	By : Darcie Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 4720 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 18
Harry sat up from the plush couch, his joints cracking as he stretched and glanced at his watch. He had only slept for about half an hour. Rubbing his eyes, he heard an insistent tapping at his window. An Edgar Allen Poe poem came to mind as he pulled his fingers from his emerald eyes and headed towards the window towards that rapping and tapping at the chamber window. He smiled to himself as the poem ran through his mind and the image of the raven he saw in his dream. He caught the sound of fluttering of wings outside and saw a beautiful barn owl on the ledge with a letter attached to its leg. The window creaked as it was opened and as soon as the letter was in his hands, the bird took off. He opened the anonymous envelope.
Harry,
You must come down here quickly before it ceases. The baby is alive and kicking.
Draco
The Gryffindor stood motionless except for the scratching he was doing to his head and pondered what Draco meant. Was something wrong? No, the baby was alive he said. Kicking? Why did he underline the word kicking? Perhaps he meant..... Harry dropped the letter as he ran to grab his robe and shoes before exiting the Gryffindor tower hurriedly, dashing through the corridors at great speed, a smile spread across his face as he nearly knocked down Professor McGonagall.
"Mr. Potter! Where are you going in such a hurry?" She inquired as she straightened her fuzzy jade hat.
"Professor," Harry gasped for breath, clutching his side, "the baby is kicking."
She smiled heartily towards the young boy and tapped his shoulder with the parchment she held. "Then I suggest you move along, safely. The password is silverus."
"Thanks Professor," Harry yelled as he bolted down the corridors once more, his heart pounding as he neared the dungeon. He recalled the password, but it wasn't needed as Hermione stepped out of the entranceway and held the door for Harry to enter.
She followed behind him as they rapidly made their way to Draco's room and entered noisily, throwing the door open and rushing in. Suddenly, Harry paused at the foot of the Slytherin's bed, his eyes roaming over his love's body, his mind registering once again why he was there.
Draco sat further up in bed, dressed in a sapphire silk pajama set. His eyes glittered as he looked back at Harry. "Come here," he spoke calmly and motioned with his index finger. Harry stepped closer and sat next to Draco on his right and allowed Draco to take hold of his sweaty hand and press it against the side of the swollen stomach. He heard Draco sigh at the contact and waited to feel anything. Suddenly, he felt a light push against his palm. "Oh my god," he mumbled as he placed his other hand on there as well.
Hermione moved near them, wrapping an arm around her best friend's shoulder as he marveled at the feeling of the baby kicking the life out of his hands.
"Do you feel it?" Draco asked smoothly.
Harry leaned closer to Draco's face. "Oh yes, I do." He leaned even further and pressed his chapped lips to his love's and they kissed slowly as the baby kept making itself known under their hands.
"Severus, do sit down." Dumbledore sat down as Snape looked around the office quickly and pulled up a chair promptly. As the Potion's teacher cleared his throat, Dumbledore popped a chocolate covered raison in his mouth.
"I attended the meeting of the inner circle, sir. The plan is ugly."
"As I expected, Severus."
Snape rose angrily. "You don't understand, sir. These boys are in grave danger. We may be in danger." He pounded his fist on the headmaster's desk. "If Mr. Potter does not defeat the mass of death eaters and the Lord himself all at once, Voldemort is going to be the first person to lay his hands on that boy's child. The mere thought makes me sick!"
"I assure you, Severus, that Harry will defeat them and if something occurs, I will be at Draco's side."
Snape sighed heavily and sat down once again, his chin resting on his hand. "I caught a glimpse of Mr. Potter entering the Slytherin common room. I have never seen a child look so happy in my life."
Dumbledore swallowed the raison he was chewing on. "I heard the baby is kicking." Snape simply made a sickened noise.
A few days later, Draco was simply trying to eat his dinner in peace, but of course the boys couldn't stop gagging as he applied a hefty load of ketchup and green sprinkles to his vanilla ice cream. It wasn't the oddest dish he had prepared since he became pregnant, but it seemed to worsen. A little mustard here and a dash of Brussel Sprouts there. "Bugger off, would you?" he growled as he took a big spoonful and shoved it into his pretty little mouth. Pansy scooted closer as did a few other of the Slytherin girls and watched him as he ate, their faces full of bright smiles.
Draco found this sight to be very odd.
"Have you thought of a name for it yet?" She practically was touching shoulders with him as devoured his gruesome dessert.
"I don't know what it is yet." He pushed his bowl away as he finished it and caught the glares from the other girls.
Millicent leaned over the table. "Pansy told me that if it is a girl, you should name it Pansy."
"And why would I name my beautiful child after a pug-faced girl?!" Draco laughed and pointed at her as Crabbe and Goyle chuckled along with him.
Ron leaned over to Harry as he finished his chocolate cupcake. "Sounds like Draco is still his usual self."
Harry nodded as he looked over at his insult flinging boyfriend and smiled.
Two weeks later, Draco could be found lounging in his luxurious bed with quills, parchment and books strewn all over the blankets except for a little place for Hermione to sit Indian style while she tutored Draco. He growled to himself as he picked up his Potion's textbook.
"I heard that growl." Hermione glared over at the blonde Slytherin who simply laid back, his hands behind his head. "You know what all the teachers said, including Professor Snape, you have to be tutored since you aren't attending classes."
He smirked as he looked back at her. "Yeah, maternity leave is great." As he closed his eyes, Hermione began reading the notes she had taken from Transfiguration. Her words entered one ear and went directly out the other end. He heard her turn a page as his baby became active once again, kicking and pushing on his stomach. Smiling and nodding towards Hermione he rubbed his hands over his enormous swell; it was enormous to him after being such a lean figure just months ago.
Hermione finally caught on that he was paying her no mind and rolled up her notes. "I'll just be leaving then," she spoke softly.
Opening his light azure eyes, he noticed his friend packing up her stuff. "Wait, Herm, I'm sorry I wasn't paying attention but,"
"I totally understand." She threw her backpack onto her right shoulder. "I'll be seeing you again Monday after dinner?"
He nodded. "Hey, what time is it?" He sat upright as far as he could as Hermione checked her watch.
"Four o'clock exactly. Got special plans tonight?"
Draco smiled brightly as he struggled and finally got out his bed, rubbing his lower back with his fingers. "Harry is bringing dinner down here tonight." He noticed Hermione still standing near the door. "Now, if you don't mind, I have some business to take care of in the little boy's room."
She smiled back at him and exited the room calling, "bye' as she moved away from the Slytherin dorms.
Groaning, Draco made his way to the bathroom on the other side of the room.
An hour later, Harry was on his way to his boyfriend's room with twelve houseelves following behind him, each one carrying a dish or beverage for the young parents-to-be to consume for dinner. The path to the room was becoming quicker every day and the group made it there in record time. Using "Alohomora' they entered and began setting up the meal on the table that sat at the foot of his bed. Harry looked around and saw no sight of his love. "Draco?" he called. Instantly, Harry went into panic, shaking and called Draco's name again, extremely loud.
One of the female houseelves stood near a door on the opposite side of the room and called for Harry. "He's in the loo, sir."
Harry briskly made his way there and knocked on the door. "Draco?"
Grunting, Draco called back. "Yeah, I'm in here."
"Are you alright?" Harry asked, concerned as he heard a light shuffling of feet on the floor but no one opened it.
"Just taking care of some business." Draco gripped the side of the toilet seat.
"What kind of business?" Harry glanced at the houseelves, making sure they were preparing the table correctly.
"Just some business, Harry," Draco groaned as sweat trickled down his flushed face. "Seriously, let me know what you're doing."
"Fine!" Draco exclaimed, his eyebrows furrowing in embarrassment and anger. "I'm pregnant and constipated. Just leave me alone now, okay?"
Harry's face wrinkled in disgust as he stepped away from the bathroom door. "Okay. Dinner is ready when you are." He sat on Draco's bed, getting a head start on dinner by eating a salad as Draco fought a battle on the toilet. "This is a romantic start," he thought as he heard more grunting and panting and finally a sound no one would want to hear and the flushing of Draco's business.
Emerging tired and drenched in sweat, Draco slowly walked towards his boyfriend. "Happy Valentine's Day, Harry."
Miles from Hogwarts at the Malfoy Manor, Narcissa sat alone as always, twirling her beautiful hair delicately with her left hand as her right hand ran smoothly over an aging oak box. Her fingertips moved over the exquisite designs of flowers that had been carved into the wood. If she had the courage to open it, she could once again hold the object it encased with pride and wave it with incredible joy.
Gently, she opened it revealing the plush crimson velvet that supported a wand, the wand of her youth and the wand she used to excel in her schoolwork; the wand Lucius had taken away from her but never broken or locked away, just put into a gorgeous box and hoisted up onto a high shelf. But now, she had opened it and now, she had the contemplation of whether to use it or put it away again.
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