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The Zabini Cover	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 45212 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Draco watched interestedly as Celeste dropped the last article of clothing (tiny panties that were nothing more than a triangle of cloth attached to strings) and began changing.
Celeste closed her eyes, a blush suffusing her as Draco watched the tiny breasts shrink, becoming flat, hard pectorals, and the vagina inverted, a pair of testicles growing below the lengthening cock.
‘Well, now, that’s an interesting sight.’ Draco thought, hiding the smirk that he knew would give Harry the wrong impression.
When Harry opened his eyes, he saw Draco staring at him in hunger, eyeing his cock with interest as it grew.
“Is that for me?” The blond asked hopefully.
Harry laughed. “Isn’t it always?” He teased, getting into bed and kissing his fiancé. “I love you, Draco.” He said softly.
Draco smiled brightly back at him. “I love you more. Now, how about I show you just how much I love you?” He purred, sliding down Harry’s body and taking the teen’s cock into his mouth and down his throat with practiced ease.
“Oohhh, Draco, fuck!” Harry moaned loudly, fisting his hands in Draco’s hair. “More, more!” He pleaded, rolling his hips and holding on to Draco’s hair tightly.
Draco pulled back, shaking his head. “No. I want you in me when you come, Lover.” He whispered.
Harry could only stare as Draco used a charm to slick his fingers, then he turned around and began preparing himself, bending over Harry’s legs, facing his feet and letting Harry get a perfect view of exactly what he was doing. Harry watched as Draco’s fingers slid over his hole once, twice, then two of them thrust in together, and the blond shivered, moaning wantonly. He scissored the fingers, letting Harry catch glimpses of the tightness he would soon be driving into, and when he hooked his fingers, Harry gasped with him as his prostate was grazed, making him arch and tremble.
Draco quickly added the third finger, his cock throbbing in need, and stretched himself as well as he could bear before slicking Harry’s cock with another spell and guiding it into his body.
Harry grabbed onto Draco’s hips, watching the way the blond arched his back, leaning backward just slightly, moaning softly as the sound of heavy breathing rose between them.
Draco was about to come, and he reached down to stroke his own cock, when Harry batted his hand away, grabbing Draco’s cock and fisting it furiously.
“Come now!” Harry ordered him, and Draco obeyed, arching back--
--As Narcissa opened the door again.
“Draco, there are silencing charms for a rea- Oh, Merciful Morgana!” She whispered, her eyes widening as her hand came up to cover her open mouth.
Harry groaned in both embarrassment and the orgasm he wasn’t quite able to stave off.
Narcissa narrowed her eyes. “I take it,” She began in a cold tone, “That there is a good reason that my son is getting fucked by someone that I can say for sure did not have a cock earlier today?!”
Draco gulped. This tone was the one he had heard very rarely in his life. It meant she was ready to kill. “Mother, I can explain, but you might not like the truth. Would you like to hear the whole story, or just pretend this never happened and forget that you saw this?” He asked.
Narcissa took a deep breath, watching his face carefully. “I will be in the parlor.” She said shortly, then turned and left.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Harry shouted, pulling his softened cock out of Draco’s body with a wet ‘pop.’ “You said she couldn’t keep this quiet if she knew, right?” He asked nervously, running both of his hands through his hair and pacing. “Shit. What are we going to do?!”
Draco took a deep breath and stood, walking over to his wardrobe. “We,” he began, throwing some clothes onto the bed, “are going to remind her that she likes Celeste and beg for her silence. The fact that we can prove that you are carrying her grandchild will help to soften the blow, I think.” Draco said, walking over to the bed and picking up a green silk shirt and grey trousers. “Wear these. She knows, so wearing girl’s clothes will only seem like you are insulting her intelligence until we explain.”
*****
Draco squeezed Harry’s hand reassuringly as he opened the door to the parlor.
Narcissa was already sitting in her favorite chair, waiting for them with a glass of brandy in one hand.
Draco sat down in the loveseat, pulling a silent and ashen Harry down beside him, wrapping an arm around his waist.
“How long, Draco?” Narcissa asked, not looking up from her drink.
Draco knew what she was asking, and felt instantly guilty. How long had he denied telling her which sex he preferred? Even though he knew that she would not mind as long as he produced an heir? “Since fourth year.” He whispered.
Narcissa sighed. “How did you know?” She pressed. “And why didn’t you tell me?”
Draco smirked. “I fell madly in love with Harry Potter after seeing him in his swimming trunks for the second task. All those rippling muscles developing so nicely. But I thought you wouldn’t understand, and by the time I knew better, I had gotten so good at living the lie that I just kept it up. It was easier that way.” Draco finished sadly. “I’m sorry, Mother. I never meant to hurt you like this.”
“Why does your fiancée have two distinct sets of genitalia, then?” She asked challengingly, meeting Draco’s eyes for the first time. “I have never heard of such a thing being natural, and dosing oneself with body-altering potions on a regular basis is quite stupid, as it is fatal.”
Draco bit his lip. “That’s the long part. When he, because he was born a male, was still developing, he had a twin sister. They fused before they implanted, resulting in one person whose body held two distinct sets of DNA. The rest… Only happened because of who he is.”
“So, he’s not dead.” Narcissa whispered in realization. “You faked your own death and assumed a false identity?” She asked Harry.
Harry shook his head, finally looking up. “Not exactly. I woke up in Blaise Zabini’s home with breasts after the final battle. I had ended up having my two sets of DNA forced apart fully when the killing curse destroyed the connection between my scar and Voldemort, and the female part takes over for five days every month. Those are the days that I can conceive a child.”
“So the child was planned?”
Harry flushed. “I should probably rephrase that. If I have sex on those days, or for up to a week before, I can conceive. I didn’t think I needed Contraceptus until I had turned female.” He explained.
Narcissa nodded. “Why did you not just let everyone know that you were still alive?” She asked.
Harry chuckled. “That would have been a press conference for the ages. ‘Rumors of my death were greatly exaggerated, and I have a vagina.’” He shook his head. “I had the perfect opportunity to disappear, and since Blaise’s cousin had fled to the Americas, I took her name and enrolled for my final year at Hogwarts. I didn’t want the press breathing down my neck and everyone and their dog knowing about my inadvertent sex change. I also had been looking for a way to get back to the way I was, but this is, apparently, permanent, so I decided to live with it. I just didn’t count on falling in love with Draco and having him find out. It was a tough road.”
Draco smiled at Harry. “We made it, though.” He looked at his mother. “Please don’t be angry, Mother, but this is what I want. I love Harry and this way, I don’t have to forego my desires or an heir. I can have both, Harry can get the family he’s always wanted, and we can be together. It’s working, and I don’t want this destroyed. And please, keep this quiet. I don’t want my life or our child’s splashed across the front page of the daily prophet for the next thirty years or more.” He begged.
“I think you should let those who matter to you know who you are.” She said softly.
Harry flushed. “Ron and Hermione know. And Pansy, and Blaise, and Arabella, Millicent. Severus and Poppy.”
Draco chuckled. “That’s enough for us. Those that matter know, and those that will matter in the future will be tested to see if they can handle keeping this secret before we tell them. We know what we‘re doing, Mother, and neither of us are children, neither in age nor experience, as we have both been given hard paths to walk and come back out alive and all the wiser for it.”
Narcissa sighed. “I will keep silent, Draco, and Harry, I will not treat you any differently. I assume you were acting as yourself these past days, and not merely playing a role?”
Harry smiled nervously. “Everything I showed you was real. It was all me. Even the teasing Draco bits.” He added, with an impish glance at Draco, thoroughly relieved.
“Good. You still have my blessing. Now, I want no more secrets of this magnitude. And I expect to be present when you discover the sex of my grandchild.” She added imperiously.
Draco raised both eyebrows in surprise. “Mother, I would never have kept you from that! It is your right. And I’m far from ashamed of the miracle I have found, and the one I helped create. Of course we want you there!”
Narcissa turned to Harry, waiting to hear his opinion.
“Family is important to me.” He said softly. “Mostly because the only one I knew as my own was never very caring toward me. If you did not involve yourself in the life of my child with Draco, I would have been deeply sad, for all our sakes.” He said. “You will be there, make no mistake.”
Narcissa smiled. “I’m pleased to hear that.”
“Now, about barging into my room at all hou-”
“Use a locking spell.” Narcissa said lightly, draining her glass and smirking. “You know them, I’m sure.” She added.
Draco snapped his mouth shut and glared. “I shouldn’t have to lock my bedroom in my own damn house.” He groused. “Father never did.”
“Until you marry or reach the age of twenty-one, I am the keeper of your estate. This is not your house just yet.” She said happily. “Locking spell.” She repeated, leaving the room.
Harry turned to Draco. “You weren’t locking your room?” He asked in a monotone.
Draco gulped. “I love you, Harry.” He said weakly.
“No sex for the rest of the night. And possibly tomorrow night. And until I feel you’ve learned your lesson.” Harry said firmly, then left the room, Draco following behind him as the brunet stormed down the hall toward their room.
“But, Harry, I-”
“Nope.”
“She shouldn’t have-”
“And you should have.”
“But I’m the Head of Malfoy-”
“Not until you act like it, you aren’t.”
“You can’t do this to me!”
Harry turned to face Draco, leaning against his bedroom door, arms folded. “I think I just did. There’s nothing you can do about it, unless you want me to leave you.” He said softly. “Do you?”
Draco sagged, all the fight draining from him. “No.” He said sadly. “But this is harsh.”
Harry narrowed his eyes, grabbing Draco’s shoulders and pinning him against the wall. “I’m going to assume you didn’t already know this, so listen to me carefully. Aside from family, the next most important thing to me is my privacy. You allowed that to be stripped from me twice! You let someone else see me in my most secret and open moments: those that I spend in bed with you. You are very lucky it was your mother that saw us, and not someone else. Don’t let it happen again.” He hissed.
Draco flushed, both at the venomed praise, and the shame at his carelessness. “I’m sorry, Harry. I won’t let it happen again.”
“Good.” Harry said, then let him go and went into Draco’s room. “Get in here and lock the damn door. I changed my mind. I’m going fuck you very hard.” He said darkly.
Draco didn’t know whether to be relieved or frightened. He locked his door and walked to the bed slowly, watching nervously as Harry stripped with brisk efficiency, revealing his rock-hard cock to Draco’s eyes.
“Strip.” Harry said firmly. “Now.”
Draco quickly pulled his clothes off.
“Get on the bed.” Harry said, punctuating the command with a shove to Draco’s chest.
Draco stumbled backward, falling onto the bed, wide eyes locked on Harry’s angry face. “Are you going to hurt me?” Draco whispered in fear.
Harry smirked coldly. “Maybe. You deserve it, though. Don’t you?”
Draco paled. “Yes.” He answered in a small voice.
“Thought so.” Harry said, using a quick spell to lubricate his fingers and positioning Draco in the center of the bed. He shoved three fingers into Draco, savoring the yelp of pain that quickly turned into a moan.
Draco panted as he was prepared roughly, yet thoroughly. When Harry slicked his cock and shoved it into Draco, the burn was still painful, but not excruciating. “Ow, fuck!”
“I intend to.” Harry growled, grabbing Draco’s hands and pinning them above his head. “And you’re going to come when I tell you to, without a single touch to your cock, aren’t you?” He asked.
Draco nodded, his eyes wide. Despite the pain Harry was causing him, this side of him was a huge turn-on.
“Good.” Harry said, then began thrusting, hitting Draco’s prostate with every stroke.
Draco whimpered and writhed, trying to get some friction for his aching cock, but unable to attain any more than the slide of Harry’s stomach against it.
“Go ahead, Draco. Let go. I want you to scream for me, cry for me, if you need to.” He said, his eyes letting Draco know that now, it wasn’t about revenge for getting them caught. Now, it was purely power-play.
Draco cried out, struggling, but not enough to actually break Harry’s grip on him. He didn’t truly want to get free, after all.
Harry pulled his cock all the way out, then paused for moment to let Draco’s body begin tightening again. Then he slammed home once more.
Draco howled. “Oh, please, fuck me! Hard, hard, Merlin, don’t stop! Ahh!” He cried out again as Harry bit his neck, almost breaking the skin. Draco knew that was punishment. Harry would make him wear that mark until it faded, and knowing that his mother could see it would give Draco more embarrassment than it did Harry, by far.
Harry leaned down, baring his teeth, and kissed Draco, hard. “Come with me.” He snarled.
And Draco came, just as Harry poured his release deep into Draco’s body, releasing the blond‘s hands.
Draco moaned weakly as Harry let his body fall atop Draco’s.
Harry lifted his head and slapped Draco across the face, weakly. “Don’t ever let someone else catch us in bed again, Draco Malfoy, or I will cut off your cock and balls and make you eat them.” He said tiredly.
“Mm.” Draco affirmed, knowing that the threat would worry him much more tomorrow, when he wasn’t too tired and sore to think.
Harry slid off of Draco’s body and curled around the blond, falling asleep with his head on Draco’s chest, listening as the erratic heartbeat slowed, resuming its easy rhythm.
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