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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 was anxious all day for his chance to talk to Draco. He saw him in potions class, but he barely even dared look at him in public for fear he might give something away. Thus he was practically bouncing off the walls of the room of requirement waiting for Draco that afternoon.

            “Hi,” Harry squeaked as the door opened and Draco stepped through. Suddenly it was like Draco was the only thing in the room, because he became the sole focus of Harry’s attention.

            “Hello. Want to sit down?” Draco replied, walking into the room and taking Harry’s hand.

            “Yeah,” Harry replied as they walked to the loveseat in the hut and sat down. “Did you go see Madam Pomfrey?” This was first on his lists of things he needed to talk to Draco about. After the sectumsempra and the infection, Harry was concerned for the baby’s health.

            “No.”

            “Let’s go together. I want to be there and hold your hand,” Harry said, glad Draco had waited, but also anxious that they didn’t know if the baby was healthy already.

            “I decided I’m not going.”

            “Not going?” Harry asked confused.

            “Yes. The more people who know about this pregnancy, the more dangerous it will be. Each person is a liability; a risk that they will be captured and tortured for information by the Dark Lord or Death Eaters. It’s not about me anymore, it’s about my baby. Four people already know and mother’ll make five. I’m not going to tell a sixth and you better not either,” Draco said gravely.

            “But Madam Pomfrey’s on Dumbledore’s side. You need medical care and she’s the most trusted person we know for that. Don’t you want to know if our baby is healthy? What if it’s sick? A sixth person, when that person in a healer, is worth it,” Harry protested.

            “I said no. It’s my body and I won’t see her. I already talked to Professor Snape about this.”

            “What did he say?”

            “There was a long speech about how I had my whole life ahead of me and I didn’t need to waste it caring for a rape baby. He advised me to take an abortion potion.”

            “And what did you say?” Harry asked with a gulp. Putting his baby and the words abortion potion in the same sentence felt like a punch to the gut, even though he had been thinking about it himself with Professor Dumbledore yesterday.

            “What do you think I said Potter?” Draco sneered.

            “Um, I don’t know.”

            “You don’t know?” Draco asked incredulously. “You knocked me up, but you don’t have an opinion on it?”

            “If you want to get an abortion, then I’m okay with it. I understand that it would make things easier. But whatever you decide, I’ll support you.” Harry didn’t want to say it, but he didn’t want to guilt Draco into keeping his baby either, especially now that he knew Draco felt he had been raped.

            “Are you implying that you want me to kill my baby Potter? That you made a mistake by impregnating me and you expect me to fix it with the murder of my unborn child? The heir to the Malfoy estate?” Draco asked, sneering again. He had trouble processing that it was also Harry’s baby; as far as he was concerned it was his baby and that was the end of it. “Oh I’m sure the murder of my innocent baby would make your life loads easier. My murder would probably make your life easier, for that matter, so maybe you should just kill me too. How many other people are in your way? You could just kill all of them while you’re at it and become the next dark lord.”

            Harry wasn’t sure which side Draco was on, but he liked the sound of that statement better than the previous and he was suddenly sure he was antiabortion. Harry said the first words that came to his mind, “No, I would rather keep our baby, but I’m not going to force you into it if you don’t want to. And for the record, I don’t think our baby is a mistake, just a pleasant accident.” At this point, Harry thought he must’ve said something right, because the fight seemed to leave Draco and his shoulders sagged. “Now would you care to tell me how you feel?”

            “I feel like a dragon’s play toy; tossed around and clawed at,” Draco answered, silent tears falling from his eyes.

            “Come here,” Harry said, holding his arms out to hug his boyfriend. Draco leaned in and Harry pulled him into his chest, holding him tightly. “I love you and our baby and I’m gonna be here to help you through this. If you want to keep our baby, I’ll march into Snape’s office tonight and tell him to bugger off!”

            “No, we need him,” Draco replied quietly.

            “No we don’t. School will be out soon; we’ll move into Grimmauld Place with your mum. It’ll be okay,” Harry soothed.

            “We need him, because otherwise I won’t have a healer.”

            “We’ll get Madam Pomfrey.”

            “No! I said no one else. You don’t even know occlumency yet. You shouldn’t even know. I ought to obliviate you, to make this world safer for my baby. The Dark Lord is going to read your mind as he kills you and then come after us to finish the job,” Draco said angrily.

            “Alright, calm down. Being upset isn’t good for the baby,” Harry replied, trying to soothe Draco by rubbing calming circles on his back. They always said that on TV, so it must be true.

            “You’ll learn occlumency and make sure anyone else you tell already knows occlumency, or I will obliviate you,” Draco warned. “Mother knows occlumency.”

            “I can ask Madam Pomfrey if she knows occlumency…”

            “She doesn’t know. I already asked Professor Snape,” Draco replied snippily.

            “Okay. What else did Snape say? I thought he wanted you to see a healer?” Harry asked.

            “He says that to all students, so he won’t have to deal with them. I asked him if he would just check the baby himself and he did. He agreed to be my healer and help deliver my baby.”

            “He checked the baby? Is it okay? It is healthy? What tests did he do?” Harry asked, full of questions.

            “The baby is healthy as am I. He couldn’t find any residual ill effects from the infection. He did all the normal basic pregnancy spells.”

            “And all the tests came back normal?” Harry asked excitedly. He was about to jump for joy, but then he still had Draco in his arms, and he didn’t know if that would be good for the baby.

            “Well, all but one.”

            “Which one?” Harry asked concerned.

            “The sex determination spell.”

            “What was wrong with it?” Harry asked. He couldn’t figure out how a sex determination spell could turn out abnormal. Either it was a boy or it was a girl; both possibilities were normal.

            “It was all blurry and faded. The word was hard to read,” Draco answered shrugging.

            “Could you tell what word it was?” Harry asked.

            “Well even if I couldn’t, I’d know from the blue color. Professor Snape said not to worry about it though, because he hasn’t had much practice with that particular spell and he probably just didn’t get it right. He’ll do it again in a month when he checks me again.”

            “It was blue?” Harry was very excited now. He was going to have a son.

            “Yes, and I think it ended with a two-tailed y. I couldn’t make out the first letter at all, but the middle letter appeared to be the number eight.”

            “We’re going to have a boy?”

            “Seems that way. I should tell you now that my son’s last name will be Malfoy and I’ll be listing you as the mother, if I list you at all.”

            “Why? You’re carrying him. Wouldn’t you be the mother?”

            “It’s custom for the Peverell wizard with the larger dick to be considered the father and give the child his last name. The other gets put in the mother section on the form, but you can have him call you dad or Uncle Harry.” Draco left out the fact that normally the wizard with the larger dick wasn’t the one carrying the baby in his body, but that was beside the point. He wanted to be the father and he could do whatever he wanted with his baby.

            “Oh…well I can live with that. I still get a son.”

            “Yes, depending on how much you trust Professor’s Snape wand work.”

            “Is he even qualified to cast medical spells? We could find you a healer who knows occlumency…”

            “I don’t want another healer. I wouldn’t trust anyone else not to cave under torture. I’ve seen Professor Snape stand up to the Dark Lord and I know he won’t betray me.”

            “I’m not sure the same is true for me. He doesn’t seem to like me much.”

            “Is there any wonder why? It doesn’t matter anyway, because he swore an unbreakable vow to mother to protect me and today I asked him to swear another one to me to protect this baby.”

            “And he did?”

            “Yes, he did, without hesitation.”

            “And his medical experience?”

            “He was a healer for Voldemort, fixing up Death Eaters after battles, before he became a teacher. He even delivered a few babies, including Crabbe.”

            “Is that what’s wrong with him?” Harry asked joking.

            “Yes, but that wasn’t Professor Snape’s fault. Crabbe’s mother was a Death Eater and received several curses before he was born.”

            “So you trust Snape to deliver our baby?”

            “Yes,” Draco answered.

            “And I trust you. Is snogging alright for the baby?”

            “Yeah,” Draco replied and Harry kissed him. The kiss was slow and sensual at first, but then Harry deepened it and it became hot and needy. “Wanking me is also fine for the baby; a recommended form of stress release.”

            Harry didn’t need to be told twice, quickly undressing Draco and exposing his magnificent cock. It sprung forth fully hard, after getting caught on the waistband of Draco’s pants. It was still a little disconcerting how something so big could disappear so fully like that; Harry wanted to ask Draco about it, but Draco was currently moaning with his eyes rolled back in his head. Thus Harry decided he should wait until he was no longer touching Draco’s cock to ask, instead, he set about to make this experience wonderful for Draco.

            The loveseat transformed itself into a bed underneath them, soft and long enough to accommodate their bodies. Harry’s hands were warm and crackling with magic as they slid up and down Draco’s pre-cum slickened dick. Draco’s heart was pounding and his breath was racing again, which made it difficult for him to snog Harry, but he did his best and got in a few kisses in-between panting breaths. When they weren’t snogging, Harry was sucking on Draco’s jaw or licking his nipples, sending shivers of erotic stimulation down Draco’s spine.

            “I love you,” Harry whispered into Draco’s ear, hoping to convey to him just how strong he felt about the wizard carrying his baby.

            Draco’s dick twitched as he heard Harry’s words through the pounding in his ears. He was getting better at this alertness in the face of wanking thing, as before he wouldn’t have heard such softly spoken words, but he still wasn’t to the point where he could form a coherent reply to that. He vaguely felt the desire to repeat the words back to Harry, but all that came out was a grunt and a long moan and Harry’s hands squeezed his dick head in just the right place.

            Harry was pleased with himself. He was growing more accustomed to wanking Draco and had managed to find the right rhythm to turn him into a moaning, bucking, back arching, pre-cum leaking, ball of goo. He saw Draco’s eyes roll back in his head and decided to change positions. “Turn around in my arms,” he told Draco, using one hand to pull on his hip, encouraging him to turn, with the other still on his cock.

            Draco heard Harry; he just didn’t want to comply. He didn’t see how turning around to face away from Harry was going to get Draco more of Harry’s hands on his dick, which he seemed to be getting just fine in this position.

            “Come on, turn, I’ve got you,” Harry encouraged, stilling his hand on Draco’s cock and putting more force on the hand on his hip, trying to get him to turn.

            Draco thrust his hips, driving his dick further into Harry’s hands, chasing the electric feel of Harry’s touch on his dick.

            “Fine, I’ll move,” Harry said releasing Draco completely, before climbing over him to get behind him.

            “Urgg,” Draco protested with a moan at the loss of contact. If he could’ve formed coherent thoughts, he would’ve come up with some fitting threat to get Harry’s hands back on him.

            “I’ve got you,” Harry replied, taking Draco back into his arms.

            Harry wrapped his left arm under and around Draco’s body, resting it under his cock, on his lower abdomen, while taking Draco’s cock back in hand with his right hand. And now that they were in this position, Draco’s glorious naked arse pushed back into Harry’s aching hard cloth-covered cock every time he arched his back or thrust his cock up into Harry’s hand. That touch combined with the excitement of wanking Draco off, quickly sent Harry falling into ecstasy. His balls clenched up and it took a lot of Harry’s concentration to hold back his impending orgasm.

            When Harry’s movements slowed down, Draco picked up the slack by increasing his thrusts into that waiting hand. He would have to have a talk with Harry about losing focus during critical situations…not now of course, after he got some relief from the aching in his balls and the fire building in his stomach. He was almost there. His toes were curling, his muscles locking up in uncontrolled spasms and Harry had now completely stopped moving his right hand. Instead, Harry was pulling him closer with the arm wrapped around his waist and thrusting into his arse-cheeks, while making moaning sounds.

            Draco turned around to punch Harry, for abandoning his duties and pleasuring himself, instead of pleasuring Draco, but then both Harry’s hands were on his dick again and he forgot what he was mad about. Instead he was moaning and writhing in heart pounding ecstasy and he chased his orgasm, which was once more just beyond reach.

            “You are so hot like this that you made me cum. My pants are soaked through with my cum. Won’t you cum for me now?” Harry asked, nibbling along Draco’s jaw.

            Draco grunted in reply and arched his back as Harry twisted his left hand around the head of his dick. The right hand was pumping up and down his shaft with the most perfect rhythm, squeezing as it passed over the lower region of the head.

            “I wish I had more hands, so that I could pinch your pretty little nipples and wrap another around your stiff cock. I’d take my fifth hand and cup your balls and a sixth to stroke your face. I’d touch you everywhere, if I could,” Harry whispered into Draco’s ear. His book suggested talking dirty during sexual activity, and judging by the writhing of Draco’s body, Harry thought it was working.

            “Mmmm,” Draco replied, his eyes closed tight. His body was resting on the precipice, perfectly balance, but not falling over into the sea of bliss that he knew awaited him. His back arched and his dick thrust further into Harry’s firm hands.

            “That’s it, get it Draco. Cum for me.”

            Draco knew just what “it” he was supposed to be getting, but he couldn’t reach it; not until Harry’s lips were on his in another fierce kiss, his tongue thrust inside his mouth, his teeth pressing into his lips. At the same time Harry’s chest was pressed flushed against his chest and Harry’s legs came up to wrap around his waist, pulling his groin in closer. Harry’s right hand was still wrapped around his shaft and the left one slid down to join it, so that he had two firm hands gripping his shaft. Harry’s legs pulled him in closer and his dick head pressed itself into the robes covering Harry’s stomach. Harry was everywhere and all around him and Draco was cumming, orgasming, covering Harry with thick white spurts of cum.

            Harry was holding Draco so close that he couldn’t see Draco’s cock. He couldn’t see the fluid erupting forth either, but he could feel twitching and spasmming underneath his fingers and on his stomach. He could feel wetness seeping through his robe, adding to the wetness he already felt in his pants. He couldn’t see it, but he knew it would be hot and beautiful if he could, so he kissed Draco passionately one more time, before settling on nibbling on Draco’s bottom lip, so that Draco could take in rugged breaths.

            While Draco panted, Harry accio’ed his wand and vanished the cum from both his robes and his pants.

            Draco was still in Harry’s strong arms when he came down from his naturally induced high. He opened his eyes and looked into Harry’s deep green eyes and smiled.

            “Did you get it?” Harry asked.

            “Mmmhmmm, no thanks to you,” Draco replied softly, without any bite.

            “What do you mean no thanks to me? I was the one who just wanked you?” Harry asked incredulously. Personally, he thought he was getting quite good at wanking. Being called a wanker was sounding like a compliment to his ears.

            “You abandoned your post to defile my pregnant arse. You’re perverted Potter,” Draco accused. His tone was sleepy and a bit mocking at the same time.

            “It’s not my fault you’re hot! I thought you’d take it as a compliment that you can do that to me so easily.”

            “I am hot, that’s true, but you took advantage of me for your own sick perverted pleasures. And here I am, pregnant to boot.”

            “Which part, exactly, was sick and perverted? When I was wanking you?” Harry asked amused.

            “No, that part was your duty. You knocked me up; you have to take care of me.”

            “Kissing you then?”

            “No,” Draco replied, closing his eyes.

            “Rubbing my erection against your arse and letting myself cum when your arse starting grinding into me?”

            “Yes exactly. I’m tired. Be quiet now,” Draco said half asleep.

            “Okay, you have sweet dreams, but I’ll have to leave you to go to detention.”

            “Mmmm,” Draco replied, drifting off already.

            Harry held Draco for a while longer, until he heard the pop of Dobby delivering their food that they had never gotten to eat the night before. Harry carefully got up and quietly walked to the dining table before he called, “Dobby.”

            “Yes Harry Potter, sir?” Dobby asked, reappearing with a pop in front of him.

            “Draco is asleep, but he needs to eat dinner when he wakes up. Can you put a stasis charm on his plate and make sure he eats it?” Harry asked.

            “Yes Harry Potter, sir. Draco Malfoy, sir, will eat his dinner, sir.” Dobby snapped his fingers above Draco’s plate, keeping it warm for him until he wakes up.

            “Thanks Dobby, I really appreciate all your help. I’m gonna need to take care of Draco from now on and it would help me if you could check on him and get him food if he needs it.”

            “Harry Potter, sir, why is Dobby to be checking for Draco Malfoy, sir?”

            “If I tell you something, will it be safe with you?”

            “Oh yes Harry Potter, sir. If you tell Dobby not to tell, Dobby cannot be telling.”

            “I mean it Dobby, not a word, not even if Voldemort’s torturing you.”

            “Yes Harry Potter, sir. Dobby will die to protect Harry Potter, sir.”

            “Can wizards use legilimency on a house elf?”

            “No, Harry Potter, sir. Only an elf’s master can compel an elf to speak and not even then can a wizard read the mind of an elf, sir,” Dobby answered.

            ‘He’s not a person, he’s an elf. Draco didn’t say I couldn’t tell elves and this is for his own good,’ Harry thought, before saying, “Draco is pregnant with my son, Dobby. If you want to protect me, then you need to protect him and our baby. He’ll need more food than normal to support the pregnancy.”

            “Oh yes Harry Potter sir. Dobby has been bringing Draco Malfoy all kinds of foods that are good for babies, sir. See sir?” Dobby asked, pointing to the dining room table that now contained chunks of tender beef on a bed of pasta, with a side of carrots.

            “Dobby, are you saying you already knew Draco was pregnant?” Harry asked.

            “Yes Harry Potter, sir. We elves are feeding Draco Malfoy, sir, good food and giving Draco Malfoy, sir, tea in the mornings, sir.”

            “Tea Dobby?”

            “Yes, tea sir. Elven tea cures morning sickness, Harry Potter, sir.”

            “Morning sickness?” Harry asked turning pale with dread. Draco had already mentioned puking once; was there more of that in store for the near future?

            “Yes sir. Kreacher is a bad house elf and doesn’t give Draco Malfoy, sir, tea in Draco Malfoy, sir’s, pumpkin juice, sir, but Hogwarts elves are good elves and mix tea in with juice.”

            “Does Draco know you’re giving him tea in his pumpkin juice?” Harry asked.

            “Dobby is not sure, sir. Draco Malfoy, sir, refuses to drink tea, so we elves have to put tea in Draco Malfoy, sir’s, juice, sir.”

            “And how did you know he was pregnant? He didn’t even know until last night.”

            “The smell, Harry Potter, sir. Draco Malfoy, sir, has smelled pregnant all week.”

            “Great, thank you Dobby. Just keep giving Draco tea in his pumpkin juice and healthy foods. And maybe check on him if he misses a meal.”

            “Yes sir. We elves leave Draco Malfoy, sir, snacks too, sir,” Dobby said.

            “Snacks? Where and when?”

            “Elves leave a tray of vegetables in the Slytherin common room after dinner, sir. Only Draco Malfoy, sir, and a few of the other students eat them. And if elves see Draco Malfoy, sir, up in the night, elves leave foods like fruit and cheese and crackers, sir.”

            “Thank you Dobby. I really appreciate this,” Harry said.

            “Is that all sir?”

            “Yes Dobby,” Harry dismissed the elf. Dobby disapparated and Harry sat down to eat by himself, seeing as he didn’t have long before detention.

Author’s Note: Last chapter Dumbledore put the idea of marriage into Harry’s head and he’s gonna want to propose soon, so they can marry before the baby is born. I really need your ideas for what makes a good romantic proposal that Draco would like. When I got pregnant, my baby daddy said that I could marry him or get an abortion and that was his idea of a proposal. I told him to fuck off and then when he tried again, this time with a ring and without the ultimatum, I laughed and he cut the proposal off there; needless to say we broke up soon after and I’ve never been married. So I don’t have any personal experiences to draw from to help me out with writing a good proposal. If you have an idea or a good proposal story, I’d love to hear it!
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