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Erotes	By : Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 70634 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 19
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AN: Chapter 18; took me a little while to get this chapter ready for you all, but here you are. Hope you enjoy it. I have exams and coursework for the next few weeks so might not update again for a short while, but after that we will hopefully back to some nice frequent updates. Thank you all for your patience.
Warnings: Swearing, slash and Adult themes, sexual content. For full warnings see story description.
Thank you to my beta, AchillesTheGeek.

(Note: This is the updated edited version of the chapter. Updated 09/07/2015)

Harry and Draco had settled into their first week back in classes with relative ease, and they both felt that they were somehow more in tune with each other than they had been prior to the holidays.
Even Pansy and Hermione had both commented on how the two of them seemed to have grown closer, something Harry and Draco were sure was because they had taken their relationship to the next level; not that was anyone else's business. Fortunately, the two girls seemed to be just assuming it was due to all the time that the two boys had had together over the holidays, and neither of them was complaining.
But Ron was. "You always sit with Malfoy now," the red-head grumbled, when Harry suggested to him that he go and sit with Hermione in Charms as Harry was going to sit with Draco, who had yet to turn up.
"Yes, that is because he is my boyfriend, Ron," Harry snapped back quickly under his breath, turning to go take a seat at the desk that he and Draco would usually share.
Ron reached out and pulled on Harry's sleeve before he could take more than a step. "And you're MY best friend," the red-head reminded him. "One of my best friends," he amended when he noticed Hermione's frown. "You are allowed to sit next to people other than Malfoy, you know. The two of you can spend the rest of your lives sitting next to each other."
Harry sighed and rubbed a hand over his own eyes; he couldn't deny that Ron had a point. Harry knew he hadn't been spending as much time with his friends as they deserved, he knew they missed him, and it wasn't like Ron was asking for much but the need to be as close to Draco as possible whenever he could was instinctive.
"Yeah, okay, you're right," Harry conceded, ignoring what felt like his Erote brain sulking. Hermione gave him a proud smile, as he start to pull out his books, parchment and quill and set them out on the desk, next to Ron's things. "You don't mind, do you, Hermione?" Harry asked, as she moved to his and Draco's usual desk, as Harry had stolen her seat, and was now unpacking her stuff there.
"No, I don't mind," she reassured him with a warm smile. “Unlike Ron, I don’t need to sit next to my friends to feel secure in our friendships,” she added teasingly, looking almost smug, as she took a seat at her new desk, and turned around so she could keep talking with her best friends.
“I’m not insecure,” Ron muttered, a slight flush on his cheeks as he took his own seat. “I just missed my friend,” he defended, wondering if he might have overreacted, and if he should have left Harry to sit with Draco, but Harry was already smiling at him in reassurance.
"Hi," Draco greeted as he approached Harry, who had just sat down next to Ron. Even though they had only been apart for one class, he didn't hesitate to give his mate a quick kiss, running his fingers through Harry's perpetually messy locks.
"Hi, yourself," Harry said with a grin, as Draco pulled back and smirked at him. "Erm... I said I would sit with Ron today," he explained nervously, hoping that Draco wouldn't take it as some personal insult.
"Sure; I will just sit with Granger," the blond said casually as he stole another quick kiss from his mate, before moving to start unpacking his stuff onto the desk next to Hermione, as though it was something he did all the time. "She is probably less distracting to sit next to anyway; less likely to start groping me," he added giving Harry a wink over his shoulder.
Harry and Ron both nearly choked on their own tongues at that but Pansy and Blaise, who were taking their seats at the table next to Hermione and Draco's, laughed loudly; Hermione just frowned in mild disapproval.
"At least I hope she won't start groping me," Draco added with mock fear, looking to the bushy-haired Gryffindor.
"I promise not to touch you, Malfoy. Just take a seat already," Hermione told him, rolling her eyes in a very poor attempt at hiding her amusement.
"Good, good," Draco said, throwing another smirk at Harry over his shoulder before looking back to Hermione with a serious expression as he took his seat, "because, Granger, you are not exactly my type."
Hermione actually looked hurt at that, gaping at him for a few seconds, before steeling herself and glaring at him with cold eyes. "Well you don't have to sit next to me if you think my dirty blood is catching," she snapped.
Draco sneered slightly, and there was a heavy tension all around them, the others waiting to see what the blond would say to that, Harry looking particularly concerned. "I was actually talking about you being all curvy and squishy and with... girly parts," Draco informed her bluntly, waving his hand in her general direction; he was looking rather annoyed, and somewhat unwell at the idea of Hermione's more intimate anatomy.
"Oh..." Hermione said softly, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the misunderstanding between them, and the assumptions she had made about Draco. "Sorry," she said earnestly, not sure what else she really could say.
Harry half wanted to laughed at the pair of them, particularly Draco's description of Hermione as curvy and squishy, but he was so worried that they might be about to destroy the fragile peace that they had all grown used to over the last few months. He was painfully aware of how lucky he had been so far, and how much more difficult things could be if his two best friends and his mate took issue with each other.
"Girly parts?" Pansy asked with amusement, breaking the tension that was hanging between them all. "Honestly, Draco, do you have to look so disgusted by the very idea? I'm kind of offended," Pansy said with a sigh of mock hurt. "But well at least there is no doubting your sexuality," she added, when Draco turned to glare at her.
"I am so glad we cleared that up because that was definitely something I was worried about," Harry told them sarcastically with a roll of his eyes and chuckling a little, now that it seemed that things were going to be okay between them.
"Really, dear?" Draco asked, as he turned around to lean on Harry and Ron's desk and exaggeratedly fluttered his eyes at his mate as he spoke with clearly faked innocence. "I thought letting you screw me yesterday was a pretty big clue," he said a little more quietly, breaking into a huge grin.
"MALFOY!" Ron exclaimed in complete horror, Harry exclaiming "DRACO!" at just the same moment, a red flush colouring his cheeks, making a nice contrast with the slightly green tinge that Ron had taken.
“And if not, then surely this morning’s shower was a dead giveaway,” Draco carried on with a vague wave of his hand, deliberately ignoring the increasingly scandalised expressions that all three of the Gryffindors were wearing.
Pansy was leaning against Blaise, the two of them helping to keep each other upright, unable to stop laughing at the combination of Ron's horror, Harry's embarrassment and Draco's smugness. Hermione threw them an annoyed look, but this just made the two of them laugh more.
"Well honestly, we really didn't need to know that," Hermione said snippily, fixing her attention on finding the chapter that they were likely going to be working on during the days lesson, because she simply wasn't ready to look at either Harry or Draco at the moment.
"You Gryffindors are such prudes," Draco said, turning back around to face the front of the room, and sort out the books and parchment on his desk, a pleased smirk on his face, clearly enjoying their reactions.
Hermione turned to Draco, looking about ready to argue back, but was cut short when she spotted Flitwick enter the classroom. With a huff she turned back to the front, trying her very best to ignore the amused expression on Draco's face, and glaring at the two other Slytherins in front of them who were still struggling to stop laughing.
"Settle down, settle down," the professor commanded, as he walked towards the front of the room, turning to given Pansy and Blaise a stern look; the two of them were now desperately trying to smother their laughs, but each time they caught each other's eye, it seemed to make one or the other lose it again. "Miss Parkinson, Mr Zabini," Flitwick said, "perhaps you would like to share whatever has amused you with the rest of the class."
Harry and Draco shared a quick look with each other, before turning to stare at their Slytherin friends in apprehension; surely they wouldn't actually share that with the class. However, when Blaise and Pansy glanced towards each of the two Erotes, Harry's look of horror and Draco's glare of warning caused them to just laugh harder, to the point where they were unable to speak.
"Okay, out!" Flitwick snapped, pointing towards the door at the back of the room. "Twenty points from Slytherin," he added as the two Slytherins got up from their seats. "You can return when you are able to conduct yourselves in a manner suitable for a classroom.”
Apparently needing the mutual support, they leaned on each other as they headed for the door; the rest of the class looking on in confusion as the two normally stoic Slytherins seemed unable to control themselves.
-#-
It was nearly ten minutes before Blaise and Pansy returned and by then the rest of the class had settled down and were busily making notes on the chapter they had just read. The pair of them had their usual Slytherin masks of indifference back in place and attempted to placate Flitwick with claims that they must have had laughing jinxes put on them; though he clearly wasn't buying it.
Draco glanced sideways, scoffing quietly at Hermione's extensive scribbling that was barely any shorter than the section of the book it was based on. He shifted on his chair, rubbing at his temples as he tried to focus on his own notes; a headache was threatening to show itself, it wasn't yet enough to actually hurt or merit seeking medical attention but it was still annoying... and distracting.
"You okay?" Hermione whispered under her breath, having caught the action from the corner of her eye.
Draco nodded but regretted it immediately when not only did his headache spike sharply but he also felt suddenly quite dizzy. He moaned softly as his stomach muscles cramped a little painfully and he clamped a hand over his mouth, and tried to take deep, slow breaths, because, for a moment, he thought he was about to be sick.
"Draco?" Hermione questioned, sounding genuinely worried as she put her quill down and reached out a hand towards the blond, touching his arm to get his attention.
Draco, however, couldn't really think about anything other than getting to a bathroom at that moment and, ignoring Hermione's hand resting near his wrist, he stumbled to his feet; he had to spread his wings a little and use them for balance as he headed quickly for the door.
"Mr Malfoy!" Flitwick exclaimed, sounding quite annoyed and clearly not okay with students just getting up and leaving his class without explanation. However, Draco was only vaguely aware of his name being called but ignored it as he head swam, and he had to grasp at the corner of a nearby desk to catch his balance.
"I don't think he's well, Sir," Hermione explained quickly, turning to Harry behind her, giving him a worried look, but her friend was already out of his seat, obviously also seriously worried about the blond.
"Sir, can I...?" Harry asked urgently, already moving around the desk as he gestured after Draco, who had stumbled his way to the door out of the room, and out into the corridor.
"Yes, yes, go check on him," Flitwick told him, sounding resigned to the interruptions to his lesson; he had been informed about Harry and Draco's situation after all, so accepted that some allowances had to be made.
Harry, however, hadn't even waited for the permission to be granted, and was at the door almost before Flitwick was done speaking, not even caring that the whole class had stopped their note taking to watch what was going on. His Erote brain was screaming at him to get to Draco as quickly as possible.
"Draco!" Harry cried out in shock at the sight of his boyfriend a little way down the corridor.
Despite his best efforts, Draco had only managed to stumble halfway to the bathroom before falling to his knees and emptying his stomach onto the floor. The blond was still on his knees, one hand against the stone wall and his head hanging as he tried to gain his breath, but his traitorous body wouldn't stop trembling.
"Harry," Draco sobbed sadly, reaching out and gripping Harry's knee when he felt the dominant kneel down next to him, his mate's hand gently pressing against his back, between his wings. He couldn't even find the words to express how glad he was that Harry was there.
Harry spelled the floor clean with a muttered spell, before pocketing his wand and pulling Draco into his arms. He brushed his mate's blond hair back from his pale face, encouraging the submissive's head to rest against his chest and watching as Draco's purple wings fluttered weakly.
"Dobby," Harry called out softly, sure that the house elf would be more than happy to get him what he needed. Sure enough it was barely a second before the little elf appeared in front of him with a small pop.
"Mister Harry Potter sir," the elf greeted with a deep bow.
"I need a glass of water for Draco," Harry told the elf quickly, and Dobby looked back up at the two teenagers, his large eyes flicking to the blond with obvious concern, before disappearing again.
The submissive moaned a little as his stomach threatened to rebel again. "It's okay, Love, I'm right here," Harry comforted, running his hands over Draco's long blond hair, which was thankfully tied back as usual.
"Water for Mr Malfoy, sir," Dobby said, as he reappeared after only a few seconds, holding out a goblet in both hands for Harry to take.
"Thank you, Dobby," Harry said gratefully as he took the goblet and helped Draco to sit up a little bit so that he could sip carefully from it. However, after only a couple more sips, Draco refused to drink anymore and Harry handed the goblet back to the elf, who gave a little bow and promptly disappeared.
"We should get you to Madam Pomfrey," Harry suggested as Draco leaned back against him once more. The blond gave a quiet groan at that, but it said a lot about how terrible Draco was feeling that he didn't even try to object. "Can you walk?" Harry asked.
"Of course," Draco mumbled indignantly and let Harry help him to his feet.
The two of them headed off closely in the direction of the Medical Wing; however, it was clear after only a few steps that Draco was far more dizzy and shaky than he had anticipated. The blond had just reached out to brace himself against the wall, when Harry hooked an arm under his knees and picked the submissive up bridal-style.
"Harry...no..." Draco grumbled, pressing his hands against the dominant's chest a little in a very poor attempt at a protest. He had no shame in being the submissive in their relationship, but that didn't mean that he wanted people getting the idea that he was completely dependent on Harry or anything.
"Shh, Love," Harry said, pressing a kiss against Draco's temple. "I've got you and everyone is in class, so no-one will even know," he pointed out. He knew that this was the quickest way to get his mate to the Medical Wing and he wanted the nurse to check that Draco was okay; surely this wasn't normal, not even for pregnant wizards. "Just let me help you, please," Harry requested softly.
It took a few moments but Draco sighed in acceptance and relief, knowing that he really was in no state to walk at the moment, as much as he didn't want to admit it. He rested his head against Harry's shoulder, leaning into his mate's body as he wrapped his arms loosely around Harry's neck, as the dominant headed off in the direction of the Medical Wing.
Draco was breathing slowly, making Harry suspect that the blond in his arms was close to falling asleep, and the submissive's Purple wings twitched and made a feeble attempt to wrap around them; it wasn't much, but Harry got the message. He released his own wings, the large spread of green feather spreading out behind him for a moment, before he wrapped them carefully around them both.
-#-
Madam Pomfrey was in her office; it had been a quiet first week of lessons and she had only had a couple of minor injuries to deal with so far. She was keeping herself busy writing a list of potions, the supplies of which she really needed to get Severus to top up at some point soon.
"Madam Pomfrey?" a voice called from out in the ward.
She sighed, and rubbed at her temples for a moment; that was a voice she knew. She felt she should have expected it not to be long before Harry would appear for one reason or another. She pushed herself to her feet and headed out of her office to see what trouble the teenager had managed to get into now.
"Madam Pomfrey?" Harry called out again and she noticed he was very carefully laying Draco Malfoy on one of the beds. Harry had his large green wings stretched out behind him, which was really quite a sight; she had almost forgotten how huge they were, not having seen them since that first day.
"What happened?" the nurse asked seriously, rushing over to check on young man who was on the bed, clearly in pain from the sounds he was making.
"He just suddenly walked out of class, when I caught up with him he was being sick in the corridor," Harry told her, as he brushed a hand over Draco's forehead. "He keeps complaining about his head, so I think he has a headache and he was too out of it to even be able to walk," he explained, looking at the nurse, who had her wand out and was already waving it over the submissive.
"Harry..." Draco sobbed softly, his eyes pinched shut and arms reaching out as if searching for comfort. He managed to find Harry's hand and used it in a feeble attempt to pull his mate closer. He was also trying to roll over and curl up on his side, his wings twitching gently in protest to him lying on them.
Madam Pomfrey however had other ideas, and pressed a hand gently against his shoulder. " I really need you to just stay lying down for a minute, Mr Malfoy, while I check you over," she told him firmly. "Can you tell me what hurts?"
"... Head... Stomach..." Draco mumbled, still holding tightly onto Harry's hand, pulling his mate down to sit on the edge of his bed next to his head; his Erote side just needed to have his dominant mate close at the moment.
"Okay, I am going to get you a pain potion and an anti nausea potion," Madam Pomfrey told him kindly. "They will be mild but it is the only ones I feel comfortable giving you in your current condition," she explained, summoning two vials and gently lifting Draco's head to pour them down his throat. "It will take a few moments to take effect; try gently massaging his temples," she suggested to Harry, taking his hands and showing him.
Draco sighed softly, and Harry smiled at the fact that it was apparently helping his mate; seeing the blond in pain was awful, and so he was quite glad when, within a few minutes, Draco had fallen asleep, the potions having eased his discomfort. Harry was too caught up with watching Draco's face carefully to even notice the spells the Nurse was casting.
"All seems mostly well..." Madam Pomfrey told him after a few minutes.
"Mostly well?" Harry interrupted a bit snappily, spreading his wings wide in a show of power. "How can you say that? Look at him," gesturing to Draco, who was looking even paler than normal.
"Mr Potter, nausea and headaches, and indeed feeling faint and dizzy, are all common symptoms of pregnancy," the nurse told him calmly, though with stern authority; she was more than used to dealing with the bad tempers of next-of-kin. "I think a lot of his reaction was just shock. However, his symptoms do seem to have been aggravated by an increase in his blood pressure. I will give you a potion he can take which will hopefully help prevent this from happening again. But what he needs now is rest."
Harry sighed, his wings relaxing and folding in against his back; part of him realised that he had probably over-reacted but he couldn't help but worry when it came to his mate and unborn child. "Thank you," he said giving the nurse a wry smile. "He is really going to be okay? And the baby?" he asked looking up at her, concern written all over his face.
"Both Mr Malfoy and the baby he is carrying are fine," Madam Pomfrey assured him with a smile and a hand on his shoulder. "When he wakes, if you would like, we can use a spell to show you the baby, and you can see for yourselves that all is well."
"You can do that?" Harry asked in awe, a little fluttering sensation in his gut at the idea of actually getting to see their child; even the idea made his impending parenthood feel even more real.
"We can," the nurse told him with a nod and a fond, indulgent smile. "If is something that you and Mr Malfoy want," needing to remind Harry that it had to be Draco's choice as well, given it was his body.
"I am sure Draco would really like that," Harry told her confidently, feeling far calmer now that he knew his boyfriend and child were safe and well cared for, "but we can ask him when he wakes up," he said, as the nurse pulled a blanket over Draco.
Harry smiled fondly as Draco grumbled in his sleep, reaching out to get a tight grip on Harry's hand and rolled onto his side, to sleep more comfortably. The dominant couldn't help but think that his mate really did look like an angel, with his long blond hair, perfect pale skin and regal wings. Harry smiled to himself at that thought; he knew his boyfriend well enough to not to be fooled by that illusion. He loved Draco, but he knew that his precious mate came with a full dose of Slytherin instincts and he wouldn't change that for the world.
It hit him like a fist to then gut and for a moment his mind reeled with the thought; he loved Draco, not in spite of his quirks but because of them and, for the first time, Harry truly understood that he would love the young man curled up on the bed in front of him for the rest of eternity.
-#-
Madam Pomfrey had suggested Harry go back to lessons but he had point blank refused to even discuss it; there was simply no way that he was going to leave his mate alone while Draco was unwell. He had agreed, however, to let the blond rest and so was sat at a small table she had conjured for him, and was currently slowly working his way through the charms work they had started doing in class earlier.
"Are you actually voluntarily working?" Draco asked in a groggy, incredulous tone, when he woke up about an hour later, having woken up to the sight of Harry focused, leaning over a sheet of parchment, writing away.
Harry looked up from his work and turned to grin at his mate, who looked to be still half asleep. "You're awake," he declared happily, pushing himself up from his chair and hurrying over to Draco's bedside. "How are you feeling?"
"Much better," Draco told him as he stretched and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "How long was I asleep?" he asked, feeling a little disorientated; this was why he never liked to sleep during the day.
"Not long, an hour maybe. Let me go get Madam Pomfrey," Harry insisted quickly, placing a quick kiss on Draco's lips before hurrying off in the direction of the nurse's office, leaving the blond to sit himself up in bed. Draco stretched out his arms and wings, trying to ease the vague achiness in his body .
"You look at lot happier, Mr Malfoy," the nurse told him when she returned with Harry a few moments later.
"Much," Draco agreed, shuffling in the bed a little; now that he was feeling better he felt a little awkward sitting in bed with his mate and the nurse standing over him, and he was keen to get out of the Medical Wing. "Can I go?" he asked hopefully.
The nurse chuckled. "Let me just check you and baby first," she told him, as she waved her wand over him and hummed, nodding her approval. "Your blood pressure is still a little high, though not as much as before, but I would like you to take one of these a day for a week," she told him, as she summoned a small box of potion vials and placed them on the bed side table.
Draco nodded his understanding; he would happily take anything that would keep him from feeling like he had earlier again. "And everything is fine with the baby?" he asked, pressing a hand against his still flat stomach and looking up at her with concern.
"Perfectly," the nurse assured him, with a kind, approving smile. "I was saying to Harry, just after you fell asleep, that we could try and get a picture of your baby if the two of you would like," she added, wanting to put his mind at ease.
"Really?" Draco asked with his genuine excitement obvious in his smile. Madam Pomfrey nodded in agreement, as Harry perched himself on the bed, next to the blond. "Well I want to," he said, turning to smile at Harry when the dominant gave his hand a squeeze.
"Me too," Harry agreed, grinning a little at the sight of his mate's excitement. He sometimes felt bad for wanting their child as much as he did, given the lengths Draco had gone to in order to avoid becoming mated, so to see such proof that his mate wanted their child too was reassuring.
"Okay, boys, let's see what we can see," she told them, unable to help but smile at the obvious affection between the young couple, as she pressed gently against Draco's shoulder to get him to lie down a little more.
Madam Pomfrey waved her wand in a slow motion just above Draco, muttering a spell that neither of them recognised. Harry gasped and tightened his grip on Draco's hand as an image, which was obviously a developing baby, appeared hovering about a foot above Draco's belly.
Harry felt mesmerised by what he was seeing. It was tiny, probably only an inch or so in length, but he could make out what were clearly arms and legs, and when he looked closely he could make out the eyes and vague shape of a face; it was slightly odd looking, but still definitely like a very small human.
Draco was speechless, feeling quite overwhelmed by his emotions and he quickly used the back of his free hand to brush away the tear that rolled down his cheek. He had known he was pregnant for two months but to actually see the remarkably small form of their child, which was growing inside him, was something else altogether.
"That's really inside me right now?" Draco asked, his slender fingers reaching out as though to try and touch the floating image of his child. He knew that the question was a stupid one even as he asked it, but needed someone else to confirm what felt so surreal.
"It really is," Madam Pomfrey told him with a slightly amused expression; as a school nurse she rarely got to see moments like this, and though she was glad that it was a rare thing within Hogwarts, she was glad to be able to be part of this moment. "That is your baby and, as I said, in excellent health," she told them.
"Our baby, Draco," Harry said in an awed whisper, placing a kiss on the top of his boyfriend's head, neither of them able to look away from the image of their child.
-#-
“Harry,” a female voice called out from a corridor off to their right, as he and Draco were leaving the Medical Wing hand-in-hand a short while later.
Harry recognised the voice at once, and turned to smile at his friend. “Luna,” he greeted happily, as the smiling blonde skipped towards him and Draco. “How are you?" he asked. "I haven’t seen you around in ages.”
“I am good, thank you," Luna told him kindly. "I have just been busy explaining the risks of dabberblimps to the Merpeople; they are being rather stubborn on the matter. But I know you have had other priorities,” she added with a glance at Draco.
Harry knew better than to ask what dabberblimps were and elbowed Draco when he looked like he was about to. Draco snapped his mouth closed, and glared at Harry curiously. The girl was vaguely familiar to the submissive but he didn't think that he had ever actually spoken with her before.
“Were you coming from the Medical Wing?" Luna asked, glancing back in the direction that Harry and Draco had been coming, towards the doors into the nurse's ward. "Which of the three of you required assistance?” she questioned as she looked back to Harry and Draco with concern.
“Three...?” Harry asked in confusion at how she could have possibly known. Draco, who was right at his side, was looking just as baffled and a good deal more concerned, but not about to confirm anything to this strange girl, no matter what she thought she might know.
“Of course," Luna said, still smiling sweetly as she rocked back and forth from her toes to her heels and back again. "You, Draco and the baby,” she clarified, when both of them continued to stare at her in bemusement.
“You told her?” Draco asked urgently, hitting Harry on his arm, the two of them quickly glancing around to make sure no one was nearby to overhear, given that Luna hadn't spoken particularly quietly. Thankfully, though, most students were yet to be let out of their lessons and so the corridors were empty.
“No, I didn’t,” Harry snapped lightly, turning to look at Draco. However, his mate was not looking at him, and was instead focused on Luna. Draco had a sneer on his face as he took in her rather peculiar fashion sense and the copy of the quibbler tucked under her arm. “How did you know?” Harry asked, turning to face Luna, hoping that this wasn't going to cause him problems with Draco later.
“Oh, I didn’t know it was a secret, how exciting!" Luna exclaimed enthusiastically, her smile transforming from a smile into a grin. "I do like secrets. I just thought your wings were so pretty so I wrote to Daddy asking if he knew what you were," she added, "and he sent me a rather wonderful book on Erotes.”
Harry laughed, he couldn't help it; Luna really was something else, like no one else he had ever met and he was glad to note that his Erote didn’t view her knowing about their inheritances or the baby as a threat. Draco, however, looked mostly confused, his mouth slightly open as though he couldn’t quite decide which question to ask first.
“Oh, don’t worry, Draco," Luna assured him, crooking her head to one side as though to view him a little better. "Your secret will be safe with me and it is obvious that you and your daughter make Harry very happy. You will never have to worry about me causing you any trouble,” she told him, before dreamily adding, “oh I do like babies, it will be such fun having one around the school next year.”
“Daughter?” Harry and Draco asked, both staring at her with wide eyes; even with the detailed image of their child that Madam Pomfrey had been able to form, it had been far too soon for her to determine the gender.
“Oh, did you not want to know? I didn’t mean to spoil it for you," Luna said, looking guilty for a moment before breaking into a smile again. "Well I could be wrong, it has happened occasionally,” she told them dreamily. “Well I will see you around, I want to write to my father with some new evidence I have that will help him prove that Scrimgeour is a Vampire.” And, with that, she skipped off down the corridor.
“How could she possibly know that?” Draco asked with obvious scepticism, staring after the blonde girl until she disappeared around the corner, and then turning to look back at his mate.
“That the Minister for Magic is a vampire?” Harry asked, unable to keep the amusement from his face. He really had missed Luna, and wasn't quite sure what to believe when it came to the things that girl told him.
“What? No,” Draco said, giving Harry a shove, “I mean the ‘our baby is a girl’ thing. Is she crazy? Because there is no way she could know that. And Scrimgeour being a vampire, that is just ridiculous,” he insisted with a roll of his eyes.
Harry shrugged. “Luna is... one of a kind," he explained. "Honestly, yes, I think she is a little crazy but she does often seem to know things that there should be no way of knowing.” Harry smiled and pulled Draco against his front. “If Luna says we are having a daughter, then I am inclined to believe her,” he told his mate, placing a quick kiss on Draco's lips.
Draco snorted his disbelief and shook his head, though he looked more amused than anything. “Well I guess we will have to wait and see; in the mean time, how about you stop manhandling me in the corridors and we go have some lunch,” the submissive suggested.
“Oh, well spoil my fun why don’t you; I do so love manhandling you,” Harry told him, groping Draco’s arse and wearing a definitely lecherous smirk, which Draco was actually quite proud to see on his boyfriend’s face.
“Yeah, don’t I know it," Draco said with an exaggeratedly put-upon sigh. "I have the baby to prove it and everything,” the blond added with a wink, patting his own still flat belly.
“Hey, that was my Erote brain thing taking over, not my fault," Harry protested, though a little half-heartedly. "That beautiful love bite on your hip however...," he went on, pulling Draco's body flush against his front and taking advantage of his hand on the blond's hip to brush a thumb over said mark, "that I take full credit for.”
Draco rolled his eyes and gave Harry a gentle push to get him to release him. “Yeah and it is right on the waistline of my trousers too,” the submissive told him with mock annoyance, causing Harry to chuckle as he let Draco go and held his hands up in surrender. “I can feel it all the time, even without you prodding at it.”
“That is kind of hot that you can constantly feel that reminder of last night,” Harry whispered into Draco’s ear, as they linked hands and headed off in the direction of the Great Hall so that they could get some lunch.
“Pervert,” Draco mumbled under his breath. “Why do I love you again?”
“Other than my incredible talent at making you squirm with pleasure, I have no idea.” Harry told him; his green eyes dancing with amusement as he shrugged his shoulders. “Not that I am complaining,” he added, stealing another quick kiss.
“Yeah, well there is that,” Draco conceded.
-#-
The two boys had only been sat at the Slytherin table for a few minutes and were still waiting for their friends to join them when one of the school owls dropped a note in front of Draco.
"Were you expecting post?" Harry asked, as the pair of them frowned the piece of parchment; it was very unusual for any post to be delivered during lunch, and that it was one of the school owls made it even more unusual.
"Not that I know of," Draco told him, as he hesitantly picked it up and unfolded it. The handwriting was familiar to him and the message was short, only taking him a few seconds to read it. He smiled; 'Harry was going to love this', he thought sarcastically to himself as he handed the note over.
Harry looked surprised for a moment but took it to read anyway.
'Draco,
You and Mr Potter are invited to join me and your father for dinner this evening. We will expect you in my quarters at 7pm.
Professor Snape.'
“Seriously?” Harry asked, and he looked as though he was sure the universe was having a laugh at his expense; for a moment Draco had to wonder if it actually was. “Please tell me this is a joke," Harry begged as he read the note for a second time, "one of them will probably try to poison me.”
“No, not a joke, and not really an 'invitation' either," Draco told him, knowing that Harry would want to try and wiggle out of this one. "And don’t be so silly, they would never hurt you," he assured his mate, taking Harry's hand in his own, "even if only because they wouldn’t want to risk hurting me. And besides, they are our family remember; family does things such as have dinner together sometimes,” Draco told him, trying not to look too amused by the whole situation
Harry scoffed. “Well if I die at this dinner I am going to haunt you forever,” he said sternly.
Draco rolled his eyes as the dominant's dramatics. “You are far more likely to die from what will probably be very boring conversation, or by being completely grossed out by some show of affection between the two of them,” Draco told him with a smirk. “And then I will probably have suffered the same fate and we can haunt together.”
Harry laughed at that. “Yeah okay, fine," he conceded, "we will go to this dinner with Snape and your father. And just because I love you so damn much, I will even try to be nice,” he promised, smiling over at Hermione and Ron, who had just come through the doors to the Great Hall and were heading their way.
“How very gracious of you,” Draco said sarcastically, though privately he was relieved to hear it. He just hoped that his father and Professor Snape would make the same effort with Harry; either way it was looking to be a very interesting evening.

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Anon - You are welcome, I agree; there are a lot of stories out there with Ginny bashing and I didn't want this story to become one of them. She is a very flawed person (isn't everyone?) but she doesn't want to hurt Harry. Glad you love the story.
Diana - rather slow with the updates at the moment (compared to my usual speed) but should be back to posting more frequently in a few weeks.
Nari-chan - Thank you for the corrections. The ministry is just nosey, the more they know about Harry the easier they can "control" him. Scrimgeour is very much like in the canon and wanting to have Harry "work with" the ministry.
Meechypoo64 - That is it exactly, and that was what Harry was trying to make Ginny see.
Fuck-usernames - It will take a while because Ginny is still pretty caught up on Harry, but Blaise definitely likes the idea of them together. ;) I am feeling much better, thank you.
qwerty - Thanks for the hugs. They helped. Glad you are enjoying the story.
AchillesTheGeek - I am doing much better thanks, a great part due to the support of my lovely readers. And also feel free to point out mistakes. (that was a stupid one, can't believe I missed that in my proof read XD )
Delia Cerrano - Yeah, Tonks and Lupin are funny ones to write because they are written so "good" in the canon but have some character traits that make it very easy to switch from loving them to not; but much like with Ginny, they mean well and want to help Harry.
Jan - Took me a while but here is chapter 18 :D
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