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And here is chapter 2! So, it seems like this story has taken on something that looks a little like a plot, if you squint and tilt your head slightly to the left... Ok it's got a little more plot than that! After this I've gotten a few ideas for a couple more chapters and even a prologue. Oh yeah, and Draco is kinda, a little bit OOC in this. I've got a story with a Vulnerable!Harry so now I've got a Vulnerable!Draco as well.

A shriek reverberated around the tiled bathroom when Draco felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist from behind. If you asked him though, he would deny any such sound ever came from his lips and that it was, in fact, a very manly yell.

“Potter, don’t sneak up on me like that.” He said angrily and ignored the fact that the naked body behind him was making him hard.

“You’re still mad at me?” Harry asked, nuzzling the blonde’s neck.

Draco slumped back against his husband’s chest and sighed. “No, Harry I’m not mad, just frustrated.” He said quietly.

Harry placed a kiss behind Draco's ear and asked, “You want me to help with that, love?”

“Please?” He asked, tilting his head to give Harry a pleading, puppy dog look.

Harry chastely kissed his lips before pushing Draco upright and taking a step back. His hands immediately went to work rubbing the knots from the blonde’s shoulders.

Draco let out an appreciative moan and leaned against the shower wall in front of him so he wouldn’t have to support all his weight on his legs that were slowly turning to jelly under Harry's skillful hands.

“Talk, tell me what’s getting you so stressed out.” Harry said softly as he moved his hands to the back of the pale neck in front him.

“Everything.” Draco replied. “At work I have to redo half my subordinate’s papers because they can’t do anything right. I get paperwork from other departments on my desk because they can’t do anything right either. And I swear our children are the spawn of the devil or at least have some Weasley in them because— fuck that hurt.” He was cut off when Harry started working out a particularly large knot just below his right shoulder blade.

“Why don’t you take Minerva up on her offer to be the new potions professor?” Harry asked as he moved farther down the other man’s back.

Draco moaned again when his husband’s fingers were just barely not touching his arse. “I’ve been thinking about it.” He replied. Then his breath hitched when both of his cheeks were cupped and squeezed tightly.

“You know I want you to take the position. It would just be easier for all four of us.” Harry explained. “We’d all be together every night and every weekend. You wouldn’t have to worry about taking care of the kids by yourself all week; it’s a win-win situation.”

Before Draco had a chance to reply, a wet finger pushed its way into his puckered hole and he let out a loud moan. “When can I top again?” He asked, even as he pushed himself farther onto the finger.

“You’re the one that wanted to know what it was like to carry a child.” Harry said as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of the blonde’s ass.

“Yeah, but I didn’t think that meant I’d have to bottom constantly until I was actually pregnant.” He hissed softly when a second finger slid in with the first.

Harry grinned at his husband’s complaints and started twisting his fingers in search of the other’s prostate. “But what if I got pregnant at the same time?” He asked innocently.

“That’s what contraceptive charms are for damn it.” Draco said in a harsher tone of voice than Harry would have expected.

His fingers stilled as it suddenly occurred to Harry that Draco might not be as ready for another child as he wanted him to think. But he wouldn’t go so far as to secretly be using a contraceptive charm, would he?

“Are you going to move?” Draco asked, voice laced with lust once again.

“Sorry, spaced out.” He replied as he started scissoring his fingers, still looking for that special bundle of nerves.

Harry added a third finger but his movements slowed before coming to a complete stop again as his mind returned to his previous thoughts. It only took a few seconds for Draco to tighten around the fingers to recapture the other’s attention.

“Harry, is some—”

“Are you using a contraceptive charm?” Harry asked, cutting him off. He immediately realized the callous tone he used and added a softer, “I won’t be angry if you’re honest.”

“No of course not. I wouldn’t do that to you.” Draco said quickly. “But could we please talk about this later when we’re not in the middle of sex.” His voice was desperate and Harry assumed it was from the build up of sexual tension.

He chuckled an, “Ok,” and started kissing the pale back exposed to him as he moved his fingers to finish stretching the tight opening. Harry then gave a triumphant smirk when he found his lover’s prostate and Draco gave a strangled cry.

There was a disappointed moan when Harry removed his fingers from Draco's body. He quickly turned the blonde around and hoisted him up the wet shower wall, long, pale legs moving to wrap around his waist.

With practiced ease, Draco shifted his hips and began the slow decent onto Harry's hard cock. Harry groaned and buried his face in Draco's neck as tight heat encased the head.

Harry could feel his husband’s frantic heart beat against his own chest as Draco seated himself. He took a moment to calm him self down and to let the other adjust to the intrusion.

When he finally pulled back to look at Draco's face, Harry immediately noticed that something was wrong. The blonde’s eyes and mouth were shut tight and he was nearly hyperventilating through his nose.

“Did I hurt you?” Harry asked. Draco shook his head stiffly, a few droplets of water flying off his hair.

Harry took a closer look and could see moisture being forced out the corners of closed gray eyes. He knew it wasn’t from the shower because neither of them had been under the spray for some time now. “Are you… are you crying?” He asked softly.

Draco’s reply came in the form of a choked sob. Harry knew the blonde tended to keep his emotions bottled up far longer than wise but he normally released it in an explosion of anger. He’d never outright cried before.

Slowly, Harry lowered them to the floor of the shower and turned around so he was leaning against the wall and Draco was resting on his lap. He felt along the wall above him for the knob to turn off the water before wrapping his arms around the distraught man.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asked as he rubbed the other’s back.

“I’m scared.” Was the simple reply.

Harry's brow furrowed. What could have his Draco so scared it reduced him to tears? “Of what? Did someone threaten you or the kids?” He quietly asked. Harry could feel the other murmur his response against his chest but only managed to catch the word, “baby.”

“You’re afraid… of being pregnant?” Harry guessed. Draco nodded and Harry tightened his hold around him. “Then why did you tell me you want to know what it’s like to have a baby?”

“You seemed so happy when you were carrying James and Scorpius.” He replied in a shaky voice. “I wanted to know what that felt like.”

“What exactly are you afraid of? The pain?” Harry asked. “Because the pain is well worth the outcome.”

“That’s part of it…” Draco trailed off. He didn’t want Harry to hate him for the rest of what was causing his fear.

Harry's hands moved a little harder along the blonde’s back, trying to reassuring him that everything was ok. “Tell me what else you’re afraid of.”

Draco took a deep breath, steeled himself for Harry's reaction, and began, “We’ve been trying for six months now. What if I just can’t get pregnant? And if I do, what if… what if I lose it? I don’t know how you managed to get through it the first time we found out you were pregnant and you had a miscarriage. You were so upset and depressed; I don’t think I’d be able to survive if it happened to me.”

Harry adjusted the blonde on his lap so that Draco was sitting sideways between his legs, knees bent over Harry's thigh, instead of straddling him, his now limp shaft finally sliding out. He held the taller man tightly against him and replied, “So what if you can’t get pregnant, there’s always me. And even if neither of us are able to have a child again, we can adopt. I know you still want a little girl and you’d love her even if she wasn’t flesh and blood.

“If you do have a miscarriage, I’ll be right here to help you just like you helped me. You may not realize it Draco, but you are so much stronger than me. I wouldn’t have come out of it if I didn’t have you.” He finished. They were silent for a while, each contemplating their situation.

After several minutes, Harry felt a shiver run through Draco's body. Even in the middle of summer, all warmth seemed to have gone from the room when the steam dissipated.

Carefully, Harry slipped his arms under Draco's knees and behind his back and slid up the wall into a standing position. He shifted his hold a bit before stepping out of the shower and into their adjoined bedroom. He laid his lover on the right side of the bed and then walked around to his side.

Harry laid down on his back and stared at the ceiling just as Draco was doing. A few moments later he felt a finger brush against his hand and he opened it so their fingers could link together. He shifted a little so he could comfortably turn his head and observe his husband.

For one, Draco seemed to have calmed down considerably. His eyes were closed now and his free hand was resting on his stomach. Harry started rubbing the back of the hand in his with his thumb as his brow furrowed. Something in his brain was trying to make sense with what he was currently looking at and the conversation they had just had.

The hand Harry was watching started moving back and forth as if it was trying to alleviate some sort of discomfort. “Are you ok?” Harry asked without looking away from the hand.

Draco looked at Harry and then followed his gaze to his own stomach. “I’m fine. Just a bit of a stomach ache.” He replied. He was startled when Harry suddenly bolted up right, still staring at his abdomen.

“Harry.” Draco called, as the brunette man had jumped up from the bed and dashed back into the bathroom before he could even ask him what he was doing.

A second later Harry was back and he sat on the blonde’s side of the bed, an almost goofy grin on his face. He grabbed Draco's hand and pulled on it until the other was sitting up. “Like you said, we’ve been trying for six months but when was the last time we actually tested you?” He asked.

“I don’t know. The day you came home for the summer, I think.” Draco replied. “Why?”

Harry then revealed a vial filled with a familiar potion that changed from pink to blue to pink again. He popped the cork and brought it to the other’s lips.

Once the vial was empty, Harry stretched across the bed to grab his wand from its place on his nightstand. Then he touched the tip to Draco's bare stomach and murmured the spell their maternity Healer taught them. A few seconds later it started glowing green and Harry's face lit up. “Afraid or not, it’s happening now.” He said as he looked up to see Draco's reaction.

At first the blonde didn’t respond, just sat there staring at his lower abdomen incredulously. Then he brought up a hand and poked around under his belly button before laying his hand across it. The corner of his lips twitched a bit until a full blown smile graced his features.

“Happy?” Harry asked, amusement evident in his voice. Draco's head snapped up, almost as if he had forgotten the other man was there.

Instead of answering, a hand grabbed the back of a dark head and smashed their lips together in a heated kiss. One of Harry's hands moved to cup the other’s cheek and the other went to cover Draco's hand that was still splayed across his stomach.

“I love you so much, Draco.” Harry breathed against his lips when they pulled apart for air.

“I love you too.”

Harry grabbed his wand that he had dropped and stood up. He quickly cast a silencing charm on the room before making sure the door was locked. It wouldn’t do to have two impressionable five year olds walk in on them. He turned back to his husband and paused to take in the sight before him.

Draco had laid back down and was now stroking his erection back to life. His other hand was absentmindedly caressing the skin below his navel as he stared Harry down.

Harry pounced.

Lips, teeth, and tongue attacked a pale neck as Harry batted the other’s hand away, one of his own taking its place and wrapping around both of their cocks. Draco moaned at the contact and bucked up into the hand.

Harry nudged Draco's knees apart with his own so he could lie between them more comfortably. He continued from the blonde’s neck to nip at his collar bone before moving straight down to a pink nipple and lapping at it. His other hand made its way down past their erections and two fingers slid inside the still stretched hole, just to double check.

“Fuck, Harry.” Draco groaned when his prostate was almost immediately assault. He brought his hand back down to stop the one that was so close to bringing him off. “Wanna come with you inside me.”

Taking that as his cue to move things along, Harry pulled his fingers from the tight warmth and got onto his knees. Draco reached into his bedside table for a tube of lubricant. He popped the cap and squeezed some into his hand before tossing the bottle to the side. His hand reached down to apply the gel to Harry's prick.

After a few thrusts in Draco's hand, Harry leaned down and captured his lover’s mouth in a searing kiss. He prodded the other’s entrance before slowly pushing his way past the tight ring of muscle.

Once he was fully sheathed, Harry sat back up and positioned a pale leg over his shoulder. Draco automatically pulled the other one up to his chest and waited for the onslaught of pleasure to begin.

“Move already.” Draco demanded when several minutes had past and nothing had happened. He realized that Harry was gazing lovingly at his abdomen where his hand still rested. That was lovely and all but Draco wanted sex. So he tightened his muscles around the cock inside him and pulled off as much as he could in his position.

That seemed to pull Harry back to the task at hand and he pulled the rest of the way back before slammed back in, causing Draco to slide a few inches farther up the bed.

“Yeeeeees.” The blonde hissed as he was pounded into over and over again. The hand that wasn’t resting on his stomach reached up and pulled Harry down for a bruising kiss.

“Faster!” Draco moaned when his prostate was hit.

Harry, however, felt like being torturous and slowed down instead. He removed Draco's leg from his shoulder and moved both around his waist so he could lean over the blonde without him pulling a muscle. Then he brought their lips back together in a languid kiss as he slowly pushed in and out of his lover.

“Harry, please.” Draco whined when said man moved to trail kisses down his throat.

“Please what?” Harry teased as he slowly pulled out until just the tip remained and rammed back in.

“Aaahhh… faa… faster.” He pleaded as Harry repeated the process, striking that special spot dead on. Draco's mouth fell open in a silent scream.

Harry took advantage of the open orifice and shoved his tongue in, mimicking his movements farther down their bodies only at the speed the blonde wanted. He swallowed the moan Draco let out at the action.

Fed up with his release being denied, Draco slid his free hand between their bodies and took matters into his own hands, stroking own cock expertly. “Please… I… I need to come so bad.” He begged as his hand sped up, twisting at the head just the way he liked it.

Finally Harry gave in, slamming as hard as he could into the willing body beneath him. He moved a hand down to join Draco's on the blonde’s cock and changed the pace there to be slower than the one he was pounding into him.

“Harry!” Draco screamed when he finally came over their hands and on their stomachs.

Harry managed a few more hard thrusts as the muscles clamped and convulsed around him. He grunted his husband’s name before erupting inside him, every last drop being milked from him.

Mindful of his pregnant love, Harry rolled to the side as he collapsed onto the bed next to Draco. “Good?”

“Brilliant.” He replied, chest heaving and a hand still resting on his stomach.

Once they’d come down from their post-orgasmic bliss, Harry found his wand and cleaned off the drying semen. He dropped it back onto his nightstand before snuggling up to his blonde.

Harry noticed that Draco still hadn’t removed his hand from his, still flat, pregnant belly. “You know, it won’t disappear if you let go.” He said with a chuckle.

Draco turned his head to look at Harry, a small, content smile on his face, and replied, “I know. I’m just… happy. And trying to imagine what I’ll look like in a few months.”

“I’ll know how you’ll look.” Harry said as he moved closer and gave him a short, sweet kiss.

“And how’s that?” Draco asked with a raised eyebrow.

Harry placed a hand next to Draco's and replied, “Beautiful.”

So, what do you think it'll be? Boy? Girl? What do you think he/she will look like? I've already got it planned out but I want to see what you come up with. I just might change my mind if I think someone has a better idea! I know I promised steamy shower sex, but as you all know, stories tend to take on a life of their own and rarely go the direction you originally had planned. Now, there are just a couple of things I'd like to mention just in case there is any confusion or I never end up mentioning it in the story. 1) Harry is the DADA professor at Hogwarts. 2) Draco works at the ministry. I'm lazy so I haven't given him an actual department, just that he's pretty high up in said department. 3) Harry was the one who was pregnant with the twins.
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