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Hidden Song
Author: Dappled Victory

Warnings: Slash, het., sexual situations,
language, and�drum roll please�Mpreg!! What, you ask. Male pregnancy? Yes. I'm
getting in on the action. I can't help it. The plot bunnies have taken me
hostage. I'm going to at least try to make it semi-believable. Try.

Pairings: RW/DM, SS/CW

Rating: R

AN: This story takes place until two
separate first person POV's. I'll leave it to you to actively dissect scenes to
decide who is speaking.

Merlin, he always
looked so pissed. That saunter, robes snapping, steps loud against the stone,
chin raised. To think of him in my arms, in my most intimate embraces, it was
such juxtaposition. His tenderness when he held me. His soft mouth on my
throat. His smooth palms holding my hips.
Shit, that was
not a good way to start the day. I was glad for the mandatory robes for all
staff. Wouldn't do to show my kids just how actively I was thinking about their
"beloved" Potions Professor. I tried to force myself to think of
something else. McGonagall. In the shower. Flitwick as a go-go dancer. Okay,
better.
He slid into the
seat next to me, smelling just delicious, humid tendrils from his shower still
clinging to his skin. He leaned close for a moment, not kissing me but making
the motion to show me he would have done it, were the children gone.
I handed him the
pumpkin juice, murmuring, "Just seeing you makes me horny." He
glanced sideways at me, eyebrows rising in that seductively condescending way.
"You shouldn't be able to do that."
"I want to
sleep in for one morning, and not pound you to the mattress, and now you're a
mess of teenage hormones again."
"I need you
twice a day. I told you."
He served himself
some eggs, acting like this was a perfectly innocent conversation to be having,
before replying, "And I told you there is no way to can perform two times
a day."
"Isn't there
any potion you can use? Just make certain parts of you younger."
He looked at me
before shrugging and beginning his breakfast. "No, not without unwanted
circumstances."
"Well, get
to work on it, damn you." I served myself some bacon with excessive force.
"You can make any potion."
"So everyone
things," he snapped. I just looked at him. He sighed. As usual, my
reaction was not to his expectations. "If it is that important to you, I
can at least research it."
"No," I
said simply. He looked at me sharply. I knew why his anger flared. I had just
been whining about it. He didn't like when I changed my view on things,
especially not that quickly. "I love you just the way you are. Besides,
even if you can't pound me, you still have working hands and a working
mouth." He looked at me dispassionately. I smiled and bit into my toast.
"Isn't that right, babe?"
"Don't call
me that." He hated all pet names. I used them quite often. We ate in
comfortable silence before students started to migrate toward classes. I looked
at Severus just as he said, "Are you finished gorging yourself?"
I finished my
juice and stood. "Yes. Shall we?" He gracefully stood beside me, taking
his case from the floor. "Severus, let's skip lunch."
"If you feel
the need."
"I feel the
need. Do you feel the need?"
"We shall
see." He checked his case for the things he needed as we walked. "Today
is myl dal day, so do not expect much of me."
"You're
teaching Advanced Potions on top of everything now, aren't you?"
He sighed
imperceptibly, nodding. "I hadn't realised that I missed teaching Potions
so much until Dumbledore suggested I take the advanced class. I had felt like
something was missing in my life for a while there."
"Did Geastro
say anything?" My baby had put the new Potions Professor in place at the
beginning of last year. He didn't like the older man and his lack of spine.
He smiled lightly
at this, a perfect addition to his slightly disproportioned features. Merlin. I
couldn't look at him without seeing his fine beauty. Bill just couldn't
overcome the "grossness" of it. I loved sharing all the dirty details
with him, just to see his reactions.
"Let's play
naughty student tonight," I murmured, grinning. He rolled his eyes at me,
but I knew he loved it. He never said no. Probably because I was always the
student. We were almost at my classroom door. I looked around and spotted an
abandoned classroom happily. I checked the halls, glad to see no students
lurking about. I grabbed his arm and pulled him inside, closing the door
firmly.
"What are
you doing?" I covered his wide mouth with mine, silencing his shock.
Despite all his disapproval in public, he sank into the kiss, dropping his
case, wrapping his arms around me. "Why do you tempt me?" he hissed.
"Shut up and
kiss me, you old coot," I grumbled, pulling him close again. I grabbed his
hair, tightening my fingers in it, holding him trapped between my hand and my
mouth. He wasn't complaining, though.
"We're going
to be late," he said breathily but made no move to disentangle from me.
"So
what?" I had pulled down the side of his collar to suck his neck.
He jerked my head
back by my hair, glaring at me. He hated when I left marks near where his
clothing ended. Happily, I noticed the now shiny skin darkening. I adjusted his
shirt back into place, making sure my mark was covered. "I shall see you
after my classes have ended."
"But your
classes end right before dinner!" I remarked.
"So they
do." He urged me away from him and picked up his case. He left without
another word. I stood there, fuming, for a few minutes. The bastard
wholeheartedly participates in our little make-out session and then gets angry
at me for making him late for class. It was enough to drive a man to evil
wizardhood.
I grinned at the
absurdity of my thoughts and left the empty classroom, compulsively wiping the
remnants of our kiss from my lips. I opened the door to my room, going in.
"Hello, everyone. Sorry I'm late. I had to tie up some loose ends before
class."

The ground was
wet, and so was the air. I had stood under the tree nearby for a few minutes
but felt distant. I'd braved the mist to stand closer, looking down at the inadequate
rock before me. I had still felt distant. The second my knees hit that new,
green grass, it felt real.
I hadn't been to
my father's grave since his funeral. None of the flowers from last November
were left. It was only me, the grass, and the stone.
Lucius Augustan Malfoy
1958-2004
Beloved Slytherin
Cherished and Adored Father
I had ordered
those words to be inscribed almost a year ago. They still made me weep. I
pressed my hand to those deeply etched letters, head bowed, crying into the wet
ground. I could see in my mind, my tears making their way down to my father's
rotting corpse, falling on his deformed face, his twig-like hair, his
disintegrating clothing. I almost couldn't remember him whole.
The entire
funeral had been hell for me. I couldn't handle planning anything myself. When
I spoke to the funeral director, Charlie had to make all the arrangements for
me because I couldn't stop crying. Every mention of a coffin, of a plot, of
even the wake drove me with grief. When I had sorted through my father's
clothing to find something nice to wear when he was buried, I sat there for
hours, crying madly, until Severus came to check on me and found me wallowing.
He chose the outfit and everything that went with it. We buried him with his
favourite cane and his beloved Slytherin pendant.
I hated thinking
about it. But I couldn't get it off my mind today. It must have been the rain.
I remembered the night before the funeral, writing a letter to my father. It
had been Charlie's suggestion that I get onto paper whatever needed to be said
to my father. I could remember every word I wrote. They had been scratched into
my heart.
Dear Father,

I hate you for leaving. I hate you for your past. I hate you for the things you
taught me about people, about the world. I hate you for ever treating me like
just an heir to continue our line. I hate you for hitting me. I hate you for
almost betraying me to the Dark Lord. I hate you for letting Mother be who she
was. I hate you for leaving me alone.

Father, I loved you more than you ever understood. I wanted to please you. I
wanted to show you I was worthy. I thought that things were better for you. You
told me you loved me. If you loved me, how could you do this? How could you?
You were all I had left in the world. I want to see you again, just once. I
miss you, Dad. Why did you leave? I need you, and you're not here.

I can't forgive you, and I can't forget you either. I had just learned to love
you again.

Your son, Draco

I had put that
letter into his pocket so that maybe he would see it, wherever he went. All my
father's friends came and told me that if I ever needed anything I could ask
them. They patted my hair and commenting on how peaceful he looked. I didn't
talk during the viewing.
It was a cool day
at the cemetery, but not cold. I sat, watching the coffin, waiting for him to
come out of it. Charlie had his arm around me, holding me close. Severus sat on
the other side of me, a watchtower, keeping back any overly effusive guests.
They were both staving off a little of the irremediable coldness that had began
to crept into my flesh.
I was back to
today, back to now, pushing down all the bad memories. My eyes had not dried. I
was shivering madly, my body soaked. My hair was falling in my face, dripping
cold droplets that mingled with my tears.
It had been
almost afternoon when I left the house. I didn't know how much time had elapsed
since then. The walk to the Malfoy plot had been long and soothing. The
realness of my feet hitting the ground time after time had given me strength.
It was wet, but I had an umbrella for a while. It was sitting under the tree,
not doing me any good.
"Babe?"
It was a disembodied voice. I sat back on my heels, taking my hand off the
gravestone. Why would Ron come here? Was I making this up?
Of course, I had
been smart enough to leave a note. Even half-mad I was a respole ple person.
His large hand
touched by back. "What are you doing out here?" I couldn't answer. A
tremor made my jaw uncontrollable. My teeth clicked together madly. "You're
soaked." He pulled my hair out of my face, looking at me. "Come on.
I'm taking you home." He lifted me like a baby, settling my wet self
against ver very warm body.
We apparated back,
directly to the foyer. He was undressing me from the moment we were indoors,
pulling off my wet robes, my wet shoes, coaxing me toward the upstairs and the
shower. I vaguely remembered Harry and Hermione watching me, looking worried.
Ron ran a bath
and forced me in, brushing my hair tenderly while he poured the hot water over
my shoulders and neck. My shivering eased to stillness, and I felt better.
"What happened, babe?"
"I don't
know," I whispered. "I was just thinking about my father."
He was sitting
behind me, just outside the claw-foot tub. His arms were around me, covering me,
making me feel leaps better. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"I can't
believe how much I miss him when I think about it. I wish he was a part of my
life." I leaned my cheek against his arm, lightly rubbing. "I was
just really lonely today for the first time. When I'm lonely, I think of my
father."
He kissed the
back of my neck gently. "I'm taking tomorrow off."
"Don't worry
about me."
His laughter was
light and very comforting to my ears. "You're all I worry about all the
time."
I sat up, turning
around to look at him. "What about your guests?" I questioned,
remembering Harry and Hermione in the foyer. He shrugged, not saying anything.
He felt guilty about leaving them down there. "I'm okay. I'll get dressed
and met you downstairs."
"Are you
sure?"
"Of course.
I'll down as soon as I am decent." I pressed a kiss to his awaiting lips.
After I drew back, he sat looking at me for a few seconds, before brushing my
hair back and standing. "Go attend to your guests."
"Yes,
sir," he replied, grinning. "Soon?"
"Cross my
wand, hope to die." It was Charlie's phrase, one of the many I'd stolen
from him, and it made Ron smile. "I just have to get dressed." He
left, closing the bathroom door behind him.
I sat in the warm
water for a few more moments before climbing out of the bath, grabbing a towel
from the nearby rack. It was the same one that Ron had used this morning. Every
time I smelt him, a stupid smile overtook my face. This was no exception. I
towelled off, idiot grin plastered across my face, and went nude into the
bedroom.
The closet
situation between us was not equal by far. Ron had his two sections of the
large walk-in closet, for his work clothes and his non-work clothes. All his
clothing took up about a sixteenth of the full closet. Everything else was
mine. Racks, shelves, and drawers full of one of my favourite things: clothes,
clothes, clothes.
I drew out a pair
of silk boxers, sliding into them luxuriously. I always felt immediately better
in anything silk. Over that I pulled a pair of loose old jeans�old for me was
over six months�and a T-shirt that had been the victim of a horrible mishap,
also called Ron washing his own clothing for the first time. I got a pair of thick
white socks from a drawer. I found a clean robe to meet our guests, in a green
so dark it was almost black, and fetched my wand.
I thought for a
few more seconds about shoes but decided against it in the end. I didn't feel
like wearing shoes. Potter and his little girlfriend would just have to live
with it. They wouldn't even notice. That was a Slytherin thing to notice.
I found Ron and
his friends in the living room, talking animatedly. Harry was dictating a story
of some Quidditch game or practice, making Ron and Hermione laugh grandly. They
didn't notice I had entered until Ron opened his arms toward me. I walked
gracefully across the carpet to slide into his lap. He held me easily, hands
resting on my thighs.
His warmth soaked
into my back, and I relaxed.
"Hello,
Draco," Hermione said, smiling radiantly. This couldn't be the girl who I
had insulted at Hogwarts. Her hair had been drastically straightened, his teeth
shrunk down to a manageable size. She wore an air of confidence and happiness.
An ease in her place and person.
"Hello,"
I answered. I didn't think I had seen her or Harry since Ron and I had gotten
together this summer. She was dealing with it just fine. The Man-Who-Lived was
looking a little uncomfortable. "You're at auror school now, am I
right?"
She nodded,
smiling. "Yes. I love it. What are you doing right now?"
I shrugged. I
hated to explain to people that I did nothing and made money just for breathing
everyday. "I am� a business man. I have to stay on top of my purchases and
adventures. That is my job."
"He owns the
Cannons," Ron said, kissing my ear and squeezing my legs. "It's
awesome. We get stuff, and we go to games, and all the players know me by
name."
"Ron, you're
the head Recruiter for the Magpies. Every Quidditch player knows you by
name," Harry said, flashing a smile. "You're the Eye." He fixed
my boyfriend with an intense look.
"Big change
from Hogwarts," Ron replied, laughing at his own expense. I leaned back
farther into his arms, and he moved his hands from my thighs to around me.
"Big change," he said tenderly, mostly for me only.
Hermione's voice
cut into our moment, howenot not uninvited. "I would never have seen
this."
"You're
telling me!" Harry added, glad to have someone comment on it so he could
as well. "I mean� Malfoy, Weasley. Together. Weird."
"But if you
guys knew how much I love this man," Ron cut in. "He's my everything.
I wouldn't have this job if it weren't for him. I wouldn't be a part of
Charlie's life. I wouldn't have seen Snape in his nightgown." This sent
Harry into shudders. "Or how happy that old git is with my brother. Oh,
and I wouldn't be in love and happy for the first time in my life."
I grinned. "That
is kind of the important one." He squeezed my sides playfully. "Did
Ron say you had something to tell him today?"
Hermione held up
her hand, flashing a large gemstone-set ring at me. "Harry and I are
affianced."
"And
engaged," Harry added, shrugging.
Hermione and I
shared an amused look. "And we're looking for a house."
I shook my head.
"Soon they'll be another batch of Potters running around." Hermione
rolled her eyes when Harry shook his head fervidly. He just didn't understand
how lucky he was that he could have children with the person he loved.
"Are you going to be looking in Scotland, or staying in England?"
"Both,"
Hermione answered before Harry could. "I have to live there most, so it
will be my choice, of course. His money, my choice." That comment made me
smile. I knew there was some reason I put up this girl in seventh year. "I
want to be in England, close to
my parents. Harry would rather be closer to the team, naturally."
"There had
better be a Ron Jr. in your future," Ron said firmly. "And I'm
serious." Hermione smiled at his sentimentuot;uot;Even the one you like
least of all. Ronald Draco Potter." He laughed close to my ear, arms
tightening around me. "How 'bout?"
"No,"
Harry replied. "Children? I'm nineteen! I'm not thinking about
children."
"The only
things he thinks about are Quidditch and sex," Hermione butt in.
I nodded. "I
feel the same way a lot of the time."
"Hey!" Ron barked, but he was
laughing as well. Always in good humour. Just like Charlie. We all laughed. It
was nice, being surrounded by laughing, happy people. I wasn't used to it.

TBC. I hope everyone has enjoyed this story so far. Since it's not finished yet, I'm open to suggestions! Unless they include breaking either of my couples up. I just can't see them apart anymore.
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