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The Power of Three	By : Queenie_Mab Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 14418 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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The water beat down Harry's back, hot and relaxing. He was exhausted. It really had been a horrible Christmas and Harry was feeling sorry for his children. He wasn't sure how to broach the subject of Albus and Scorpius' renewed relationship with Draco either. He just hoped the boys would restrain themselves at least until they got back to Hogwarts. He was too tired to give a damn that Albus was screwing around at the age of thirteen. He was nearly fourteen, after all.

Harry couldn't remember having hormones at that age though. It wasn't until his fourth year that he felt any attraction to anybody, but he supposed it was because he had suppressed it and the fact that he had had a maniacal killer after him.

He scrubbed his body clean, relishing in the feel of the water as it streamed down the peaks and valleys of his body. Then he thought about how Ron and James had reacted to the news about Draco's pregnancy; how they thought it unnatural. Harry supposed they were right, but with magic it seemed many things thought to be unnatural to Muggles were totally normal for the Wizarding community. He wondered why this was different.

He shut the water off and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel to dry himself. Even living as long as he had in the Wizarding world, he had never got used to the idea of drying charms or spells for everyday cleaning. It made him feel more productive to do things the Muggle way. That was something Draco would have to come to understand.

Harry thought about how little he actually knew Draco, yet he loved him entirely, of that he was sure. Perhaps it was the bond that made him feel so strongly, but he didn't mind. He'd never been happier in his life, even with his world crumbling all around him. With Draco, he felt that picking up the pieces and putting them back together would be not only possible, but enjoyable—a journey they would make together.

He finished towelling off and slipped into his dressing gown. He returned to his and Draco's room, stopping to peek in to Albus' room to make sure Scorpius had gone back to his own bed.

Draco lay sleeping, looking so much like a child. Harry swept back a strand of white blond hair from his forehead and tucked it behind his ear. This man was carrying hisbaby. Harry could still scarcely believe it, yet the very idea filled him with such joy and such pride, he was able to push away the thoughts of others thinking them unnatural for a while.

He removed his dressing gown and crawled into bed, careful not to wake Draco, who lay, still dressed in his hospital pyjamas, so quiet and content, breathing in and out with soft snores that Harry found entirely endearing. He fell asleep listening to Draco's breathing and didn't wake up until Molly Weasley rushed into the room, levitating a tray of homemade chicken soup and carrying the Daily Prophet under one arm.

Draco awoke with a start. "Wassa matter?" he mumbled as Molly fussed about setting up a table at his bedside and placing the tray on top.

Harry sat bolt upright, naked beneath the sheets. "Molly? What are you doing here? I was going to Floo and cancel Boxing Day celebrations when I woke up. Draco's not well."

Molly took the Daily Prophet out from beneath her arm and handed it to Harry. She put her hands on her hips. "Of course he's not well. Just look at what the Prophet has reported.

Harry looked down to discover a photo of himself in his boxer shorts, holding Draco, wrapped in sheets, getting out of the Floo at St. Mungo's and calling frantically for a Healer. The headline read:

Harry Potter's Lover, Ex-Death Eater, Draco Malfoy, Deathly Ill?

Harry tossed the paper over to Draco. "Fucking vultures. I bet Rita Skeeter was there, hiding in her animagus form, just waiting for a story. I don't remember any photos being taken though."

Draco examined the paper, reading on.

As everybody knows from our last exclusive edition, Harry Potter, Saviour of the Wizarding World, has taken up with ex-Death Eater, Draco Malfoy. This reporter was fortunate enough to be present as Harry Potter brought Mr. Malfoy into St. Mungo's dressed only in his pants in an emergency that could only mean Mr. Malfoy is suffering from a serious illness.

The St. Mungo staff refused to comment on Mr. Malfoy's condition. Let's only hope that our Saviour can handle this blow to his relationship. We can only speculate on Mr. Malfoy's condition, but an eye-witness says she believes it could be the highly contagious and deadly Dragon Pox.

Draco threw the paper to the end of the bed. "What rubbish," Draco declared. "What are you doing here Mother Weasley? We're obviously still in bed."

"Well," said Molly, hands on hips once more. "It's not like I haven't seen my fair share of lovers in my day. I heard you were ill and brought you some of my chicken soup. It's been known to help everybody feel better when they're ill."

"Molly," Harry said. "Draco isn't exactly ill, he—"

Draco stopped him by clapping a hand over his mouth and shaking his head.

"Let's just say I have an illness that will clear up with time and it's not fatal," Draco finished for Harry.

Molly looked at them from one to the other, concern clearly etched on her face.

"Draco, she's going to find out anyway," Harry said. "Why not just tell her?"

Draco flushed and looked away. "All right, fine," he said, turning to look at Molly. "Just please don't spread it around."

"I don't gossip," Molly said. "Especially about important family matters."

Draco looked at her sceptically. "You consider me part of the family?" he asked.

"Of course, dear. Our Harry has been like a son to us since he was eleven years old. Any partner of his is a member of the family."

Harry felt a great rush of relief run through him. He had been sure the Weasleys wouldn't understand why he and Ginny had split and that they would side with their daughter.

"Besides," Molly sighed. "Ginny really isn't well. She doesn't know what she's saying half the time. The Power of Three bond is something that really is unbreakable. Hermione told me of the consequences if you two hadn't discovered each other. I'd much rather have you alive, Harry."

"Thank you, Molly," Harry said gratefully. "The truth about Draco is that he's pregnant. Apparently we both have Veela in our heritage."

Molly looked at them aghast, then broke into a wide smile. "Well, this is a surprise. There hasn't been a reported male pregnancy in many years. Congratulations. How far along are you, Draco?"

Draco turned red. "I think it happened the first time. So about two months."

Harry smiled and placed a hand on Draco's abdomen. "I'm so excited, I can't wait to see if it's a boy or a girl. I can't wait to hold our child."

"Why were you rushed to St. Mungo's anyway?" Molly asked.

Harry answered for Draco. "Overexertion caused him to fall unconscious. He's been ordered to stay on bed-rest for the duration of the pregnancy. So, it looks like Boxing Day is out."

"Well," Molly said. "I could take the children to the Burrow for today and bring them back tomorrow. They ought to have some fun and to spend some time with family and friends."

"What about Scorpius?" Draco asked.

"Well, of course Scorpius is invited as well. Under your bond he's every bit Harry's son as he is yours."

"Just keep an eye on him and Albus," Draco said. "I don't want them alone together."

"And James too," Harry added. "I don't want him alone at all."

"Whatever for? What has been going on that you've been so secretive lately?"

"Let's just say, Molly," Draco said. "Al and Scorpius have been acting a little more friendly than brothers ought to act. And James tried to commit suicide after he heard about Ginny, so we're worried about them."

"Oh dear," Molly said. "It seems you two do have your hands full. I'll make sure to put a discreet surveillance charm on all three of them. Would that satisfy? Boxing Day just wouldn't be the same without my grandchildren."

"Of course they can go, Molly. It'll give me some time to convince Draco that bed-rest is necessary."

"Oh my yes," Molly said in a motherly tone. "You don't want to risk the life of your baby, now do you, Draco?"

"No," Draco said sullenly.

"I'll just gather the children and be off. We'll send them back with Teddy tomorrow, it'll give you some time to rest, goodness knows you need it if you've slept until one o'clock already."

"Is it that late?" Harry asked. "Damn. I meant to only sleep a couple of hours."

"Now hush, Harry. I have it all in hand. You two just rest and we'll see you when you're feeling better. Do eat the soup though, Draco. I made it especially for you."

And with that she left.

Harry turned to Draco, still naked beneath the sheets, growing aroused at the thought of Draco carrying his baby, but the Healers had said no sex and that just made Harry want it more. He tried to will his erection away, without success.

"How are you feeling, Draco?" he asked, curious. He didn't want Draco to overtax himself.

Draco was eating Molly's soup and by the look of it, thoroughly enjoying it. He put his spoon down and turned to Harry, lying down on his pillow and facing him. "I'm feeling horny," he said. "When somebody tells me I can't do something, I want to do it even more."

Harry groaned. "I feel the same way, but we can't. I imagine this must be how Scorpius and Al are feeling."

Draco looked at him, confused. "They broke up. They're not speaking to each other. I thought I made sure of it."

"Draco, you were ready to buy Scorpius a box of condoms for Christmas. Why are you so against their relationship?"

"Because I realised that they are practically brothers now. It's just wrong."

Harry sighed. "I don't know how to tell you this, Draco, but I think they're back together again."

"What?" Draco exclaimed angrily, pushing himself up on his elbow. "How do you know this?'"

"I found them, in their pyjamas, curled up together earlier last night."

Draco looked fit to kill.

"Don't worry," Harry said, trying to appease him. "I sent Scorpius to his room."

"That's not the point," Draco insisted. "Now I'm going to have to carry out my threat and send Scorpius to Durmstrang. What a fucking pain."

"I forbid it," said Harry. "You'll only push them together more the more you try to keep them apart. Trust me, they'll find a way. Draco, you know this. Why are you so determined to keep them apart?"

"Harry, I told you. Legally they're brothers. I can't have an incest scandal break out in our family, the Daily Prophet already does enough damage."

Harry sighed. "You know, as long as you are bound to bed, I'm taking over the parenting; Scorpius will continue to attend Hogwarts. We'll just notify McGonagall about the situation and have her put surveillance charms on them like you said they did for troubled teens."

"Fine," Draco huffed. "Still, make sure to give them both some of my condoms. I don't want a teenage pregnancy, no matter how careful McGonagall is about keeping them apart. I do think it's a good idea for her to know and we still have that appointment with Susan Bones soon. Perhaps she'll be able to talk some sense into them."

"Draco, you know I love you, don't you?" Harry asked.

"Yes," Draco answered with trepidation.

"There's so much we don't know about each other and I can't wait to find out all about you."

"Harry," Draco pleaded.

"Yes."

"Please kiss me."

"I don't know if that's such a good idea," Harry said, erection tenting the sheets and he was sure Draco hadn't missed it.

"A kiss isn't sex, Harry," Draco said authoritatively.

"You know how horny I am right now. A kiss would turn into more for us, especially with the house being empty. You're not supposed to have sex for at least the next week, not until you're seen by a Healer."

Draco reached under the sheets and undid the tie on his hospital grade pyjamas.

"Draco, what are you doing?" Harry asked as his cock began to weep.

"Well, these pyjamas are itchy. I'm getting out of them."

"Is that all?" Harry asked, need clearly in his voice.

"No," Draco answered. "If you're not going to help me out, I'm going to have one off at the wrist. You're not the only one turned on right now and fuck if I don't need relief."

"Well," said Harry. "They did say to keep your stress level down and having a raging hard-on isn't going to help. Perhaps I could help you out with it, for stress relief purposes of course."

Draco grinned at Harry as he began to stroke himself beneath the sheets. "Yeah, I'm awfully stressed right now. An orgasm would bring me relief and might even make me sleepy."

Harry pulled the duvet and sheets down to find Draco with his hospital issue trousers pulled down to his knees and the top pulled up to his chest, while he softly teased his pink erection. He looked like a wet dream to Harry, lying there, playing with himself.

Harry put his hand on top of Draco's to still it. "No more touching," he said. "You just lay back and let me do all the work."

One by one, he lifted Draco's legs and pulled them out of the pant holes. Then he straddled Draco's thighs and began unbuttoning his shirt, slowly revealing his smooth white skin with the faint scar running in a zigzag across his torso. Harry traced it lightly with his finger, making Draco's pink nipples stand up. He placed his hands over each of them and squeezed his pecs.

Draco gasped. "Mmm, do that again. Play with them," Draco said.

Harry pinched Draco's nipples, and encouraged by the sounds he was making, leaned down to suckle the right one while continuing to tease the left.

"Oh, Merlin," Draco exclaimed. "That feels like an orgasm in itself. Mmmm."

Harry moved to lick, and suck at the other nipple, teasing it with his tongue and bringing it up into his mouth, sucking hard enough to bruise.

"Harry!" Draco called. "Touch me, please."

Harry lay on top of Draco, pressing their cocks together in sticky friction. He kissed at Draco's neck and earlobe and then moved over to take his mouth in a kiss.

Harry was in heaven, drinking of Draco's mouth as if it were ambrosia. He pressed against Draco in almost painful friction, thrusting against him.

"Harry, Harry," Draco called into his mouth.

Harry broke away. "Yes, love?"

"Suck me," Draco demanded.

"As you wish," Harry said with a snicker, kissing Draco one last time before lowering himself to Draco's leaking cock.

He teased at the pretty pink head, as if he were enjoying a lolly, licking up the pre-come that was oozing out of Draco's slit. He savoured the bitter taste, and engulfed Draco's shaft with his mouth down to the root, relaxing his throat and nuzzling the soft nest of curls that smelled of Draco's clean-scented musk.

"Fuck, Harry. I want you so bad right now," Draco nearly screamed as he grabbed a fistful of Harry's hair and tugged on it.

Harry withdrew his mouth with a pop, leaving Draco's reddening erection to bob over his abs.

"Draco," Harry said, voice hoarse. "Don't think I don't want you too, but we can't."

"I don't care," Draco said, turning his head from side to side on the pillow. "I want you, inside me. You do all the work and it won't over-extend me, I promise."

Harry was so hard, he wasn't thinking clearly. All he knew is that he wanted to be connected to Draco, in the most intimate way, and he wanted it now.

He rose up to meet Draco's mouth once more, letting his heavy erection slide along Draco's slick one.

"Harry, you won't hurt me if you go slow," Draco pleaded.

Harry ground against him again. "But what if something does happen to you? I don't want to take that chance."

"Harry," Draco groaned. "I am willing to take that chance. Just fuck me, please."

Not being allowed to fuck Draco made Harry want to all the more.

"All right, but we're going to take it slow and easy."

"Yes, fine," Draco said, excited. "Where do you want me?"

"Lie on your side, I'll take you from behind," Harry said, his cock growing heavier at the thought of what they were going to do. Breaking rules had always held an appeal to Harry and now he realised just how much it had ruled his life.

Draco lay on his side and Harry scooted down behind him, so he was at arse level.

"Harry, what are you doing down there?" Draco asked, amused.

"If we're going to do this," Harry said, "Then I want you good and stretched and ready for me. I don't want to hurt you."

Harry then spread Draco's cheeks to expose his pretty dusky pucker and licked a circle around it, finally delving inside with his tongue to loosen Draco's passage with saliva and muscle. He never thought he would like the taste of arse before he met Draco, but now he couldn't get enough of it. He thrust his tongue deeper inside, working Draco open.

"Ahh..nggh..yeah," Draco murmured, writhing his body and pressing his bum harder against Harry's face. "Harry, bigger. I want something more."

Harry pulled his face away and reached over Draco's body for the jar of lube on the bedside table. He unscrewed it and slathered his fingers with the stuff, setting the jar down nearby.

He pushed two wet fingers inside Draco's loosened channel, searching for his prostate and pressing on it, causing Draco's whole body to shudder.

"Do you like that?" Harry whispered, gently kissing Draco's side, while stimulating him from the inside.

"Yes, fuck yes--I like it. Give me more, Harry. Give me your cock."

Harry groaned. He loved it when Draco begged in filthy language. But he was conflicted. Should he take the chance that Draco wanted him to, or should he heed the advice of the Healers at St. Mungo's? His cock dripped with pre-come, hot, heavy and aching.

"Draco, I'm not sure--"

"Fuck me, Potter!" Draco demanded. "I want your cock inside of me now."

Harry couldn't turn down a direct order, not from Draco, but he felt he had to be gentle, so he spooned up alongside Draco's back, kissing and nipping at his neck. He reached for the jar of lube and slathered his cock with it. He screwed the lid back on the jar and began to rub his slick erection up and down Draco's crack, all the while reaching over him to play with his nipples and nibble the back of his neck.

"Harry--" Draco whined. "Put it in!"

Harry gave a soft chuckle against Draco's back and slowly entered him, pulling back and pushing in with a soft fucking motion.

"You feel so good, Draco," Harry crooned.

Draco gasped and pushed back against Harry until they had a slow and gentle rhythm going. Harry pushed in as carefully as possible, not wanting to hurt Draco.

"Faster, Harder, Harry," Draco demanded.

He had trouble saying no to Draco, so he quickened the pace and moved his hand down from Draco's pert nipples to his straining erection and began pulling on it in time with his thrusts.

Normally Harry could hold out a long time in this position, but the thrill of doing something he shouldn't and the liquid heat wrapped around his cock sent him over the edge and he came deep inside Draco, panting against his back and continuing to stroke Draco's erection.

Draco came in copious amounts against his stomach and the sheets. He lay panting, trying to catch his breath as Harry pulled out of him.

"Draco," Harry said, growing worried.

He shook Draco by the shoulder. "Draco, are you all right?"

Draco turned over onto his back, letting Harry's semen seep out of his arse to stain the sheets.

"I'm fine," he said, grinning. "I swear, you worry too much."

Harry breathed in relief and cleaned them up, syphoning the come off the bed and Draco with his wand.

He replaced the jar of lube and tucked his wand beneath his pillow, glad that Draco was all right. They drifted off to sleep entwined with one another.
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