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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 19
February 27:
Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey entered the Slytherin common room to see Draco dressed in a set of black silk pajamas on the leather couch with Harry by his side, holding his hand tightly. The each sat down simultaneously, looking over the boys before speaking.
"Madam Pomfrey has looked over the results from the exam she gave you this past week and wishes to speak with you." The Headmaster pulled out a bag of candy hearts leftover from Valentine's Day.
She cleared her throat softly and folded her hands in her lap. "It seems the potion was more complicated than what we thought."
Draco's eyes went wide.
"It seems the birth is going to be more natural than what we expected. It seems that your body has created a uterus for the baby to grow in and formed a birth canal, but we have to make the incision where the birth canal is. You will feel contractions and have to push your baby through this opening."
Harry nodded as he felt Draco's hands sweating and squeezing his hand. He looked to Madam Pomfrey. "I have a minor question." With her nod, he continued. "I have been reading books on pregnancy and parenting," he spoke with a squeeze to his lover's hand, "and noticed that the baby started kicking rather late?"
"Ah, yes, Mr. Potter. You do realize that the two of you are very powerful wizards." Dumbledore chipped in with an obvious statement.
The boys nodded, Draco groaning as he felt another one of his urges to head towards the bathroom. The blonde attempted to sink lower into the couch, his hand rubbing his stomach.
She smiled warmly towards the young parents-to-be. "The baby needed more time to develop its magical abilities before its physical features were fully developed. This probably explains why the kicking has been fairly rough. Your baby is estimated to be about seven and half pounds. He or she has some strength in there." She added a bright grin as she finished.
The Slytherin rubbed his pajama clad stomach more. "You can say that again," he moaned. He thought about the event that would happen in just days as Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey stood from their seats, each shaking Harry's hand and exiting the common room. He barely waved them goodbye as his head felt lighter and the room got darker and the image of a baby human emerging from his stomach drifted through his mind. That image alone was enough to cause him to faint.
The Malfoy Manor was frightfully still as the Dark Lord polished his wand with the rest of the Deatheaters in the smoking room. Narcissa stood quietly at the door, adorning an aquamarine gown for the celebration of the plan. The frills on the bottom of her sleeveless dress gently swept the floor as she neared her hateful husband and cleared her throat to get his attention.
Lucius turned suddenly, away from fellow deatheater Pettigrew, ending their conversation as his aged grey eyes feasted on her appearance. "Why, Narcissa, darling, how I have almost forgotten your radiant beauty." A playful smirk graced his dirty lips.
"I am sure you never mean to," she spoke softly, trailing a hand over his fanciful coal black robe.
"Darling," he practically purred, "let's say we celebrate in a way we have not done since we created the son that will aid us in the regaining of the power the Dark Lord needs."
Her eyes darted quickly towards Voldermort, who was so enthralled with the drink he held and the plan repeating from his mouth again and again, and back to her husband. She smiled softly, waiting for him to grasp her hand to whisk her away to their third bedroom.
"Is he okay?"
"It appears so. I see some color returning to his face." Harry carefully swept a hand over his love's cheek.
"Color? I could swear he's a vampire able to live in the light." Ron leaned closer and flinched as Hermione swatted his arm.
"Harry, what do you think caused him to faint?" Hermione asked as she applied a moist cloth on the boy's forehead.
The auburn haired boy shrugged. "Perhaps, he was thinking about what Dumbledore and Pomfrey said." He kneeled beside Draco, lightly kissing his face and running a hand through his tousled blonde hair. It seems as if during the past month, Draco lived in his bed or in the common room, except for his trips to the Great Hall for a freakish meal.
Hermione's face turned a slight greenish tint as she pictured what Harry had told her about the more natural birth. "I completely understand now why he fainted."
"Look! I think the ferret is waking."
Draco opened his eyes slowly, thanking god he was in the dungeons where there was no sunlight. He blinked rapidly as he focused on the face before him and smiled, instantly recognizing the goofy grin of his boyfriend. "How long was I out?" he inquired, preparing to sit up the best he could with his swollen stomach.
Hermione stepped forward to retrieve the washcloth. "A good hour."
"Splendid." he spoke, smirking as he caught a glimpse of red hair in the background. "And the weasel was worried about me, too?"
"Not quite, ferret." Ron stepped closer to the Slytherin. "I am simply trying to be nice because you are caring my best friend's baby and Hermione seems to like you."
Harry leaned closer to Draco. "And don't forget I love him." He placed a warm kiss on Draco's lips.
"Yea, yea, that, too." Ron shifted uncomfortably as the two lovers delved deeper into their kiss.
Hermione grabbed her boyfriend's arm, tugging him along towards the common room exit. "Time for us to go," she whispered.
"Indeed."
They entered the dimmed room slowly, Lucius already unclasping his robe and setting his serpent cane on the mahogany table nearby. He eyed his wife unzip her shining dress and discard it upon the creme colored carpet and lay upon the four post bed nude waiting.
Moments passed and finally Lucius was bare naked, crawling towards his wife, clearing his throat to speak. "It has been awhile."
"I understand. It will be fine if you make a mistake or have completely forgotten how to please me." She reached out towards his blonde mane.
"Then, let's just wish for the best." He leaned down and kissed her softly, lightly, like it was his first time all over again. His lips played over her cheeks and over her small ears. Slowly, he discovered her neck, licking and sucking away trying to remember the spot. But, as he licked on, the harder it became to remember as his mind spun in circles and he felt disconnected from his body. Sighing, he rested for a moment only to be hit with a spell.
It took a few minutes for Narcissa to drag herself from under her husband as he lay drunk, drugged and bound to the bed by a spell he couldn't break. She dressed quickly in a black bodysuit hanging in the closet and pulled on a robe, shoving her wand into the robe's inner pocket. With one last glance at Lucius, she exited the room by apparating.
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