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Peverell's Children	By : Zakaira Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 27078 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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            Harry waited out in the hall while Snape retrieved Dumbledore. He wanted to go in and sit next to Draco to show his support, not to mention that he was hungry, but he figured he could nick something from the kitchens later.

            “Harry, why’re you waiting out in the corridor?” Hermione asked, having left the Gryffindor table the moment she saw Harry arrive with Snape.

            “I can’t go in. Snape and I are having a meeting with Dumbledore,” Harry replied. “But get Ron to nick something from the kitchens for me, yeah?”

            “Sure. Did you ask Snape about me helping you with your detention tonight? Did he agree? I’ve been looking over your notes and you’ve almost got it finished, you just…”

            “Hermione, I don’t have much time. It’s not happening tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Harry said hurriedly, because he saw Dumbledore get up and begin walking towards him with Snape.

            “Come along, Mr. Potter,” Professor Dumbledore said in the type of friendly voice that signaled that Snape had yet to tell him about his latest indiscretion.

            Harry waved to Hermione and the three wizards walked in silence up to the gargoyle and up the self-rotating staircase, until they were safely inside Dumbledore’s office.

            “What is this about Severus?” Professor Dumbledore asked.

            “New information has come to light about Mr. Potter’s actions in the bathroom three weeks ago. Mr. Malfoy was apparently covering for him, but recently confided to me that Mr. Potter raped him in that bathroom, before Mr. Potter attempted to kill Mr. Malfoy. That was the reason behind Mr. Malfoy’s delayed recovery and subsequent infection and is also the reason that Mr. Malfoy is now pregnant by Mr. Potter,” Snape said.

            “Is this true Mr. Potter?” Dumbledore asked gravely. He looked like he’d just been slapped in the face.

            “Most of it, sir. But I didn’t mean to rape Draco, honest-”

            “How can you accidently rape someone?” Snape interrupted with a sneer.

            “We were snogging. I asked Draco if he was okay with this, meaning that I wanted to have sex with him. He said yes, thinking that I meant to wank him. I penetrated him and he passed out. I stopped and enervated him. He fell to the floor and hit his head, then grabbed his wand and cursed me. That’s when I hit back with the curse that I’d seen in a book, but didn’t know what it did,” Harry explained.

            “If it ended right after it began, then explain to me how Mr. Malfoy is pregnant,” Snape demanded.

            “Premature ejaculation,” Harry replied, staring Snape in the face like that wasn’t one of the most embarrassing things he had ever revealed about himself. He had seen that day from Draco’s eyes and he knew there were things much more embarrassing than a little premature ejaculation.

            “I want him expelled Albus. Premature ejaculation or not, that boy raped and almost murdered one of my students. Expulsion is standard,” Snape said, his tone deadly calm.

            “I agree with you Severus, but as it stands, I need the boy here until you finish your assignment. When I leave, then Mr. Potter will leave too,” Dumbledore replied.

            “But sir, I need to stay wherever Draco is, so I can protect him and the baby! He’s bound to be an easy target for loads of Death Eaters!” Harry protested. He had thoughts of being an Auror that were also crushed, but weren’t so important right now; not to mention they sounded selfish next to the admission of what he had done to Draco.

            “I won’t leave until the end of the school year. You have until then to convince Mr. Malfoy to go into hiding with you. That shouldn’t be too hard considering that Narcissa is currently residing at your house and he has nowhere else to go,” Dumbledore replied calmly.

            “The safety of the rest of the students is at stake here. Who will Mr. Potter decide to rape and kill next?” Snape asked.

            “No one. I’m dating Draco and I’m certainly not going to rape him now that he’s carrying my child,” Harry answered.

            “I believe Harry and I don’t think he is a threat to anyone, besides Voldemort. And allowing him to stay in the castle for a few months more will provide me the opportunity to finish his lessons and prepare him for the end,” Dumbledore said.

            “You haven’t had any lessons in weeks,” Snape accused.

            “Now that Mr. Potter has retrieved that memory from Horace, I’m researching and planning our next Horcrux hunt,” Dumbledore replied.

            “He’s not helping to plan it and how helpful can an underage wizard be? He’ll probably just get himself killed,” Snape accused.

            “Professor Dumbledore hasn’t asked me to help with anything and I’ve been too busy to help, because of my detentions and trying to learning occlumency,” Harry defended himself, leaving out spending time with Draco.

            “And fooling around with Mr. Malfoy,” Snape added. “Or are you forgetting what you originally came into my office for tonight.”

            “What did Mr. Potter come into your office for tonight, Severus, might I ask?” Dumbledore asked.

            “He and Mr. Malfoy had been fooling around. Mr. Malfoy had broken Mr. Potter’s hymen and was requesting my help, because Mr. Potter was an undiagnosed Peverell wizard,” Snape inform the headmaster.

            “What we were doing is none of your business!” Harry exclaimed.

            Harry felt like punching Snape right in his stupid crooked nose, but then the headmaster stepped in and said, “Enough. Harry, you are skating on thin ice already. You are to finish serving out your already agreed upon month’s worth of detentions. Professor Snape, you are to drop this subject and not mention it to anyone, am I clear?” Dumbledore asked.

            “Yes Albus.”

            “Yes Professor.”

            “Now if Mr. Malfoy would like to pay me a visit to tell me his side of the story, I would be more than willing to listen. Professor Snape, if you will excuse us, Harry and I have some unfinished business to attend to. You can have him for detention tomorrow instead,” Dumbledore said.

            Snape excused himself with a scowl and a glare and left Harry alone with the headmaster.

            “Harry, my boy, I am extremely disappointed in you. What you did was very wrong and I will not cover for you again. The next time it will be Azkaban,” Dumbledore warned sternly.

            “Yes sir, it won’t happen again sir.”

            “Good, now let me get you a gift basket,” Dumbledore said standing up and going to a cupboard on the side of the room. It was one with shiny silvery instruments on top, but on the bottom were two wooden doors, which Dumbledore now opened to reveal…gift baskets with shiny silver ribbons, like the one Snape had given him.

            “Thank you sir,” Harry said taking the gift basket from Dumbledore.

            “There is a contraceptive potion in there Harry and I would prefer it if you would open it up and take it now. I know Mr. Malfoy is already pregnant, but you don’t want another unplanned pregnancy, do you?” Dumbledore asked.

            “No sir, but Snape gave me a gift basket back in his office. I already drank the magenta potion, but I’d still like to take this basket, if it’s alright, because I left mine back with him and Draco never did take a basket.”

            “Very well, you may take that one and retrieve the other tomorrow during detention. Now, you are aware that as the only queer teacher currently at this school I am in charge of counseling matters and am here to help with anything you need, including directions on how to use anything in that basket.”

            “I didn’t know you were queer, Professor.”

            “Ah yes, I had a very cute young thing on my arm back in the day. Tall, dark, and handsome.”

            “What happened?” Harry asked curiously. He expected to hear death from old age.

            “Numengard prison. I put him there myself, but enough about me. Are you aware that there are special…precautions that need to be taken with a Peverell penis?”

            Harry wanted to hear more about Dumbledore’s love life, but he felt like he was prying, so he didn’t ask. “Well I was reading a book that suggested using a stretching potion, sir,” Harry answered.

            “Ah yes, the stretching potion is key. There’s a chart in the basket that will let you know just how long you need to use the stretching potion for prior to sex. The bigger the penis, the longer you will have to use the stretching potion. Stretching potion is a misnomer really; it’s a growing potion, Harry. It actually encourages the anus to grow to the needed size, both in length and width, according to how much you stretch the anus with the fingers. Fingers are important Harry, don’t forget that.”

            “Fingers, got it sir. So, if it’s a growing potion, does that mean the changes are permanent?”

            “Yes, unless you take a shrinking potion, the anus will stay permanently at the new, larger size. It makes anal sex much more convenient, don’t you think?”

            “Yes sir, that and the whole not pooping anymore thing,” Harry agreed. “It’s like I’m turning my arse into a vagina.”

            “Well that’s what the conditioning potion is for,” Dumbledore said, pointing to another potion in Harry’s basket. “It doesn’t make the arse exactly like a vagina, but it makes the walls thicker, so that they can stand up more easily to the rigors of anal sex. And the extra layer contains cells that release the body’s own natural mucus into the anus. It doesn’t replace lubrication, but it helps.”

            “And these other potions? What do they do?” Harry asked.

            “Well the healing balm heals anal tears, in case you get a little rough or go too fast or what not. Then there’s also your standard lubrication potion in there, along with a few extra vials of contraceptive potion. The magenta one lasts for a year, but normally we like to keep our Peverell wizards on it for all seven years, so there are six other vials of it, color coded by year. Magenta is the first year, red is second, followed by orange, and well you get the picture; they’re labeled by year anyway.”

            “Is that everything sir?” Harry asked, referring to the basket.

            “No, there’s also the matter of Mr. Malfoy’s pregnancy to discuss. Just what are your plans?”

            “I meant about the basket?” Harry asked, not wanting to get into that just yet. He didn’t know the answer, because he hadn’t had a chance to talk to Draco. He had always wanted kids, but now, with the war coming, seemed like it was the worst time possible. Life would be easier if Draco took the abortion potion and they got pregnant again in a few years and that wasn’t even factoring in the back lash that he would incur when the wizarding world found out he was dating the son of a Death Eater. This would all be so much easier to explain if he had knocked Ginny up instead; then he wouldn’t have to come out of the closet and no one would question a relationship between him and a Weasley.

            “Oh well there’s also a book filled with convenient spells to make sex easier, like one to help large penises enter virginal holes, but I really would like to talk about Mr. Malfoy’s pregnancy, if you don’t mind.”

            “I haven’t had a chance to talk to him yet. I don’t know what our plans will be.”

            “Might I suggest hiding him in Grimmauld Place? I won’t need it as headquarters much longer; we’re moving. If you require, I could re-preform the fidelius charm and give the secret only to you, Mr. Malfoy, and Lady Narcissa.”

            “Yeah, that might work.”

            “There’s also a small book I can give you on Peverell pregnancies. You might want to read up on it before hand,” Dumbledore said getting up and pulling a thin book out of the cabinet that the basket had come from.

            “Thank you sir.”

            “Anytime my dear boy. And you do realize that the fewer people who know about Mr. Malfoy, the safer he and your baby will be?”

            “No, I hadn’t thought about it.”

            “Well do think about it, as well as the fact that this war is moving along quickly. By the end of term I expect the three of us will have to go into hiding. There are a lot of items a pregnant wizard and a newborn baby will need; I suggest you stock pile them up at Grimmauld place before the end of term. I can get you some mail-order catalogs, that way I can order them anonymously, have them delivered to the school, and pass them along to Grimmauld Place. Plan for this war to last at least a year, maybe two,” Dumbledore advised.

            “Yes Professor, but I’m not sure what types of things Draco and the baby will need,” Harry admitted. He’d never spent much time around babies.

            “Lady Narcissa will be familiar with the process. I suggest you take the opportunity to get to know your future mother-in-law.”

            “My future mother-in-law, sir?” Harry asked, taking a gulp of air.

            “Are you and Mr. Malfoy not planning on marrying? It is pureblooded custom that both parties be virgins until the wedding night. Having a child outside of wedlock is very much taboo. There might even be certain items in the Malfoy vault that your child wouldn’t be able to inherit, if he or she were born a bastard, Harry. I suggest you think about it; you don’t want to leave Mr. Malfoy and your child in a bad position, say if you were not to survive this war. The bastard child of the chosen one and all.”

            “We haven’t had a chance to talk about it since finding out, but before when we did, Draco said he needed to wait for his father to get out of Azkaban to approve the marriage contract.”

            “The dementors will abandon Azkaban soon enough and Lucius will escape, I fear. But even if he does not, Lady Narcissa could make the decision in an emergency situation, such as this. Even if the Malfoys do not approve of the match, they will most likely request a marriage be performed, even if the marriage ends in a divorce shortly after the birth of the child. I should say they will think poorly of you if you do not at least ask, after having impregnated their son against his will.”

            “Oh…I’ll talk to Draco about it, but could it be done in private and kept secret until the end of the war?”

            “Yes. Again this is something Lady Narcissa could help with, if she does give her permission. Do you have any more questions for me regarding this matter?”

            “Not at the moment, no sir.”

            “Please come see me again when you and Mr. Malfoy have made some decisions.”

            “Yes Professor.”

            “You may go now. Report to Professor Snape as usual for detention,” Professor Dumbledore said, excusing Harry.

            This was the earliest Harry had been free in three weeks and Harry wasn’t quite sure what to do with the free time. He had a lot to think about, so he absentmindedly made his way back to Gryffindor tower, carrying his gift basket, where he ran into Ron and Hermione in the common room.

            “You’re back early,” Ron said, getting up from a chess game he had been playing with Seamus. “Seamus mate, we’ll finish this tomorrow. Harry hasn’t had an evening off in forever.”

            “Sure mate. Good to see you out of detention Harry,” Seamus said.

            “Harry! What happened? Where’d you get that basket?” Hermione asked. She looked like she had a million questions on the tip of her tongue that she was biting back.

            “I had a meeting with Professor Dumbledore instead of detention. I’m done for the evening,” Harry answered, setting the basket down at his feet.

            “I got you a sandwich from the elves,” Ron said picking up a plate off of a side table and handing it to Harry. “What kind of meeting?”

            “It’s a bit private. I don’t want to talk about it here,” Harry replied, biting into the sandwich; it was turkey and cheese and he was hungry. He didn’t want to talk about it at all, unless he was talking to Draco.

            “Our dorm is empty; we can go up there and talk,” Ron suggested, picking up the basket so Harry could continue eating. “What’s in here?”

            “Yes, come on then,” Hermione said, leading the way up the stairs.

            Harry didn’t really want to do this now. He wanted to get out his coin and see Draco. Had he gone to see Madam Pomfrey yet? Maybe they could go together and he could hold Draco’s hand…but Ron and Hermione needed to be told something. They probably thought this had to do with Voldemort. And Ron was peering too closely into his sex basket for Harry’s comfort.

            Harry watched Hermione shut the door behind her. “Put the basket on my bedside table, Ron. And listen, it had nothing to do with Voldemort. It was a personal meeting we had,” Harry said sitting on his bed finishing the last of his sandwich.

            “Really? Was it about your detentions?” Hermione asked.

            “A personal meeting with the headmaster? That can’t be good,” Ron said.

            “The topic of my detentions did come up. Snape’s mad at me again and wanted to increase my punishment. Dumbledore declined, but said the next slip-up will mean expulsion,” Harry admitted.

            “What did you do Harry?” Hermione asked, like he had just admitted to killing puppies.

            “I ran into Malfoy again right before dinner. We fought and I hexed him. Snape found us and set Malfoy right, but he was furious in a way I’d never seen before. If you thought he was scary before, that was nothing to tonight.”

            “Oh Harry, you didn’t?” Hermione asked.

            “But Dumbledore was on your side, right? That’s good mate,” Ron said.

            Harry just nodded and hoped they would drop it.

            “Why did you even run into Malfoy before dinner? I thought you were practicing occlumency?” Hermione asked.

            “I was earlier, but we finished up. Then I went to see Snape and Malfoy was also going to see Snape and we ran into each other in the dungeons.”

            “Why’d you go to see Snape? You had detention with him after dinner, why didn’t you just wait until then to talk to him?” Ron asked. He made deliberately going to talk to Snape sound like it was an awful thing.

            “Yes Harry, why would you go see him? It wasn’t to ask about me helping you in detention tonight, was it? I should’ve never let you ask; you almost got expelled over me,” Hermione said. She seemed very distressed at this notion.

            “No Hermione, I wasn’t going there to ask him about you. By that time I had forgotten all about it,” Harry tried to reassure her.

            “Then what was it?” Ron asked.

            “I said it’s personal,” Harry began to explain. “Have either of you heard of Peverell men?”

            “Yeah,” Ron replied.

            “I’ve come across the name, but I’m not familiar with the family. It’s one of the old wizarding families, isn’t it?” Hermione asked.

            “It’s not just a family, Hermione,” Ron said.

            “Yeah, they’re an old wizard family, but it’s also a term to describe wizards with part centaur ancestry,” Harry explained.

            “Centaur? Well if giants, veelas, and goblins can all interbreed with humans, why not centaurs too?” Hermione asked. “But what’s this got to do with visiting Snape?”

            “Well it turns out I’m one; a Peverell man, that is,” Harry said.

            “No, you can’t be. I’ve seen you…um…” Ron trailed off, his ears turning a bright shade of red.

            “What’s he talking about Harry?” Hermione asked.

            “Peverell men are normally noticed at birth, because they have a centaur’s, you know? Down there?” Harry felt very uncomfortable saying it in front of Hermione.

            “But Harry doesn’t have anything like that. He’s all human,” Ron added, still red.

            “Okay, so how’d you find out?” Hermione asked.

            “Well I was going to the bathroom…” Harry trailed off trying to figure out the rest of this lie and hoping Hermione would come up with something for him.

            “And what? It just popped out or something?” Hermione asked.

            “Blood?” Ron asked, gulping.

            “Yeah, blood,” Harry said. Good old Ron. Now just wait for Hermione to make sense of that and he’d have his lie.

            “Blood? From where? Your bits?” Hermione whispered the last word.

            “No, the bum,” Ron clarified.

            “Yeah. I was worried, so I went to see Snape and ran into Malfoy,” Harry concluded.

            “Why would there be blood from Harry’s bum, if he’s part centaur?” Hermione was still confused.

            “It’s complicated,” Harry replied.

            “Yeah,” Ron added.

            “Okay, I’ll read up on it. Continue,” Hermione said.

            “Whew,” Ron replied, grateful that he wouldn’t have to explain the facts of centaur life to his maybe-sort-of girlfriend.

            “So once the fight with Malfoy was settled, I revealed why I had gone to see Snape, and he and Dumbledore explained to me about being a Peverell,” Harry concluded.

            “But why would you go to Snape for that? Why not Madam Pomfrey?” Hermione asked.

            “Yeah, when there’s blood on your bum, better tell your mum,” Ron seconded with a saying his mum used to use to explain about Peverell wizards.

            “Because it’s personal and Madam Pomfrey’s not a bloke,” Harry lied, because he didn’t want to admit Draco had been with him all day. It sounded like a good lie to him.

            “But Madam Pomfrey is a healer,” Hermione argued.

            “Still, when your bum is bleeding Hermione…” Harry said.

            “You don’t want to have a witch looking at it,” Ron finished, guessing where Harry was going with this.

            “Professor Snape said he gets this all the time in Slytherin house. Said Pomfrey just sends the Peverell boys over to him anyway,” Harry said shrugging.

            “Yeah, I guess,” Hermione replied. “Are you still…um bleeding?”

            “No, Snape fixed it,” Harry replied blushing.

            “Fixed it how?” Hermione asked.

            “You’re not going to, you know, anymore, right?” Ron asked.

            “Right Ron. Bleeding’s finished and now I don’t have to worry about using the loo ever again,” Harry replied.

            “What?” Hermione asked.

            “Just read up on it,” Ron suggested.

            “That’s what Dumbledore said. He gave me a book and the basket,” Harry said referring to the basket on his bedside table. He reached into his backpack and grabbed the book to hand to Hermione.

            “Pregnancy in Peverell Wizard,” Hermione read. “This will be very…um…interesting. I’ll just go read it now.”

            “Alright, but I want to read it too, so please bring it back,” Harry replied. Hermione nodded and left.

            “So how do you feel?” Ron asked concerned.

            “Mentally exhausted. I didn’t even know there was such a thing as Peverell men,” Harry admitted.

            “Do you want to…um…talk about it?” Ron gulped nervously.

            “No, I’d just like some time alone to think about it,” Harry replied.

            “Okay.” Ron stood up and walked towards the door to leave, but before he did, he asked, “Did you get anything good in the basket?”

            “Yeah, some potions to make sex for Peverell men easier. There’s a contraceptive potion in here if you want it,” Harry offered.

            “I don’t need one meself and I think McGonagall gets all the girls to take it at the start of term every year,” Ron replied.

            “Are you sure? I’ve never heard that.”

            “Yeah, well that’s what Lavender said anyway,” Ron replied.

            “I guess.”

            “I’ll just be going now,” Ron said, before walking out the door and finally leaving Harry alone.

            Harry lied on his bed thinking for ten minutes before pulling out his charmed galleon. He tapped it with his wand. The coin had the word, “Now,” printed on it. Harry waited, but only for a minute before his coin changed to read, “No.” After thirty seconds the coin changed to read, “3pm ROR.”

            Harry wondered if this meant Draco was still in the hospital wing with Madam Pomfrey, so he sent back, “H. Wing?” Thirty seconds later his coin changed to, “No.” Harry took that to mean that Draco had finished with Madam Pomfrey already and was probably going to sleep early. Harry wanted to go to sleep too, but it was only nine and he was still wide awake. He glanced at his nightstand and noticed that his basket was still out on display. Not wanting to have to explain himself to anyone else, he picked it up and went to put it in his trunk, but he had accumulated so make rubbish over the years that the large basket didn’t fit. Thus he shrunk the basket to the size of an orange, but then worried it would get lost in the trunk and he did want to start using some of the potions tomorrow, so he tucked it away in his school bag instead.

            ‘If I’m meeting with Draco tomorrow, I won’t have time to do my homework and have Hermione help me on my detention essay. I might as well go down and get her help now,’ Harry thought to himself, getting up, grabbing his backpack, and heading downstairs.

            Harry found Hermione sitting on a couch in the common room reading the book he had given her. “Hey,” he greeted.

            “Hi Harry. Do you want to talk about this?” she waved at the book. It looked like she was about halfway through it.

            “No. I’d rather work on my defense essay. With Snape mad at me, he’s gonna be unbearable tomorrow in detention and I just know he won’t let you in to help,” Harry said pulling out some parchment, a quill, and the defensive shields book.

            “Alright,” Hermione said reaching into her own bag and getting the folder with Harry’s notes that he had given her earlier. “Well I looked at what you had and you do have all the pieces, you just haven’t organized it and added the transitions. Here, let me go over the notes I made.”

            Here Hermione showed him a page with her own neat writing on it. Harry spent on hour reading it and discussing Hermione’s recommendations with her, before going up to bed at ten. It had been a very long day, but thanks to Hermione’s help, he felt he could finish his blasted essay tomorrow in detention. ‘Three hours of Snape ought to be enough time to get it done,’ he thought, drifting off to sleep.



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