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Erotes	By : Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 70634 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 19
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AN: Okay, First of all I am COMPLETELY overwhelmed by the exclusively positive and helpful feedback I have had, you guys are all amazing and I can never thank you enough. Secondly, you will be glad to know I am slowly but surely finding some direction for this story, which I hope you will all like. It is going to stay light and fluffy, I am going to try and keep it humourous where I can. I cannot however make any promises of regular updates, my focus is still on keeping my other story "For the sake of a name" updating every Sunday, that said I will write and post as I go with "Erotes" which sometimes will mean frequent updates whilst other times the wait will be much longer.
So is what you have all been begging me for, Chapter 2.
Warnings: Swearing, slash and Adult themes, likely sexual content in later chapters; for full warnings see story description.
Thank you to my beta, AchillesTheGeek
(Note: This is the updated edited version of the chapter. Updated 27/11/2014)

They actually managed to sleep well, for nearly six hours according to the nurse, and had both woken up feeling much more rested. Draco had joked that Harry must have really given it his all the night before and worn himself out, to which Harry had simply asked Draco what his excuse was. Harry had given him an apologetic smile, though, when this had caused the blond to turn and glare at him darkly.
It seemed the pregnancy had settled enough by this point to allow them to no longer remain touching at all times and they had timidly separated from each other, both a little worried that Draco’s pain would return. However, it did not. This at least allowed them to eat their lunch while sitting in different beds.
Madam Pomfrey had been pleased with that progress they had made and, once she was satisfied that they had both eaten properly, gave them some new clothes to wear from the spares she kept in the infirmary. Harry and Draco, rather keen to be fully clothed once more, accepted them gratefully. They dressed hurriedly, though they found that they had to use magic to get their shirts on over their wings. Once they had worked that out, with a little help from Madam Pomfrey, the nurse had ushered them from the room, hurrying them out the door with a reminder to go see the Headmaster, not that they had forgotten.
"Professor, why can't I put my wings away anymore?" Draco asked as he accepted a cup of tea from the Headmaster before returning to his seat next to Harry. How to hide his wings had been one of the first things he had taught himself, with the help of a few books that a house elf had been able to find in the Malfoy library; it had been essential in his desperate wish to hide what he had become from the world, including his own parents.
"You will be unable to retract your wings for the duration of the pregnancy, Draco,” Dumbledore told him, leaning forward on his desk, fingers steepled as he watched the young blond. “Their wings are a great source of strength for all Erotes, strength which your growing child will need," he explained.
"Can I retract mine?" Harry asked, unable to keep the relief from his voice. "I mean, Draco's are sort of manageable, mine are a bit less so,” he pointed out; indeed, he had almost knocked over several suits of armour on their way to the headmaster’s office. “I am fairly sure I would have trouble even getting into some of the classrooms at the moment. I had enough trouble getting from the medical wing to here.”
Chuckling lightly, Dumbledore nodded. "I believe so,” he assured Harry. “Though never having had wings to retract, I am not personally familiar with the process."
"You sort of have to will them away,” Draco explained, catching the headmaster’s hint. “Though,” the blond went on, giving Harry’s huge green wings a speculative look, “given yours are nearly three times the size of mine I am not sure how difficult it will be. Have you ever done wandless magic?"
Harry looked thoughtful at that, but nodded. He hadn’t done much, and even less deliberately, but he understood the basic principles involved at the very least.
"It is a lot like that,” Draco explained, shifting in his chair enough to watch the other boy carefully as he gave his instructions. “Fold them up against your back, as small as you can and then focus on taking them back inside you." Draco eyes remained fixed on the other boy, as Harry scrunched up his nose in effort. Draco tried not to scowl at his own thoughts, finding the sight incredibly adorable, but couldn’t help but grin with delight when the large green feathers seemed to sink into Harry’s skin.
"Wow,” Harry said a little faintly, reaching back and running his fingers over the back of his robes; he could feel the slits where the wings had been, but there was nothing but his own skin beneath his finger tips now. “That is a really weird sensation," he told them as he grinned back at Draco, who nodded in agreement.
"Okay, to business,” Dumbledore said jovially, clapping his hands together and regaining the attention of the two teenage boys sat across from him. “I will be calling a staff meeting this evening, as I feel it is important we have all the staff fully informed with regards to the situation,” he told them. “I would like for them to know what you both are and about your current condition, Draco.”
Harry nodded; he trusted the headmaster to do what was for the best. He could certainly see why it would be a good idea to have the staff aware of the situation. Draco, however, looked far less convinced; Harry suspected that at least part of it was that he didn’t want the knowledge that he was pregnant to spread, but he seemed to come to a decision and nodded his agreement just a few seconds later.
“I shall leave it at your discretion as to what you wish to tell your friends and classmates,” the headmaster went on, though both boys looked rather worried at the prospect of having to explain the situation to their friends. “However, I will caution you, that this is not something that is likely to be able to remain a secret for long."
Draco and Harry looked thoughtful; Madam Pomfrey had tried to give them some idea of what to expect, and so they knew that the pregnancy was likely to be visible within five months. It was also possible that people would figure out what Draco was before then, now that his wings would be on show, and join the dots. All in all, it seemed that Dumbledore was correct; this would not be something that could remain a secret.
"For the most part,” Dumbledore went on, “I believe you should both be able to maintain your studies; although admittedly there may be a few situations where it would be advisable for you, Draco, to not partake. I would suggest that we address these cases as they arise, on an individual basis with the professor for the relevant class.”
Harry wasn’t quite sure what situations those might be, but Draco didn’t seem at all surprised or put out by this and nodded his understanding without complaint, so Harry decided to go with it. For the most part he was happy to go with what Draco needed, given that the blond seemed to have caught the raw end of the deal in his opinion.
“Your living situations, however, we are going to have to make some allowances for,” Dumbledore said, fixing them both with a stern expression. “I believe the best way to ensure Draco receives the contact he will require, would be for you to move into shared quarters. Would that be agreeable to you both?"
The pair shared an awkward look; they had so much history, but things were drastically different from what they had been just the day before and it was clear that they were going to have to learn to be around each other sooner rather than later. Harry gave Draco a shy smile. “I think it’s a good idea, but it’s up to you,” he said, not wanting to force Draco’s hand in this. The blond looked unsure, but gave a sigh and nodded his agreement a moment later.
"Excellent,” the headmaster declared enthusiastically. “I will have rooms sorted for you and have doorways added to allow you to access them from within both the Gryffindor and Slytherin Common rooms. Now, unless there is anything else you wish to discuss I am sure your friends are all terribly concerned for your well being, and you should spend some time with them before dinner."
Draco and Harry took that to be a dismissal, so finishing off their cups of tea they bid goodbye to the headmaster and returned to the halls of Hogwarts.
Standing outside of the Headmasters office, things were once again slightly awkward between the two of them. In the privacy they of the headmaster’s office and in the medical wing, it had been easier to forget how things used to be between them, but now they were facing a reality where they would have to live in shared quarters and were expecting a child together.
"I think we should tell our friends at the same time, Harry," Draco suggested.
"Huh?" Harry asked. He had been lost in his own thoughts, desperately trying to think of something to say that wasn’t going to make him sound like a complete idiot.
"I was thinking that they will be more inclined to believe what we have to tell them if we are both there,” Draco explained, looking genuinely concerned that Harry might disagree. “And I don't know about you, but I don't want to have to explain this twice."
Harry nodded. He could see what Draco meant; even with the blond there, Harry was expecting Ron to laugh and accuse him of pulling his leg; though he couldn’t help but worry that his two best friends would abandon him now that he was so irrevocably tied to Draco. "Okay, I see your point,” Harry said with a resigned sigh, “we agree to tell them nothing and then we all meet after dinner?"
"Where?” Draco asked. “It isn't as though we can use one of our common rooms,” he pointed out. “I might be okay will telling our friends about this but it better be in a very private place; I am not ready for everyone to know I got knocked up by Gryffindor's golden boy."
Harry couldn't help but chuckle slightly at this, but gave an apologetic look when the blond glared at him. "Seventh floor corridor,” he suggested after a few seconds of consideration. “The room of requirement, where you caught the DA practicing," he clarified.
Draco raised his eyebrow at that. However, he trusted Harry enough at this point or at least trusted that the other boy would want privacy for this conversation as much as he did, and so nodded his consent. "Okay, I will be there with Blaise and Pansy at half eight."
Harry gave him a warm smile, pleased that they had reached such an easy agreement, and before either of them could think about it, he leaned down and gave the blonde a chaste kiss. Harry blushed, realising what he had just done and he was thankfully that Draco looked more stunned than annoyed.
"You really are a short arse, Draco." Harry said, with a nervous chuckle, earning himself another glare. He wasn't exactly tall himself, at about five foot nine, but he was still growing and already at least four inches taller than Draco.
"I shrank when I came into my inheritance," Draco said, and Harry thought that he really did look quite bitter about this. "Only by a few inches, but I haven't grown at all since then."
"Well does make you easier to cuddle, so I am okay with it," Harry said cheekily, giving Draco a wink over his shoulder as he headed off to go find his friends, and Draco was left frowning at Harry’s stupidly cute bum as the Gryffindor walked away.
-#-
"Harry, where the hell have you been?" Hermione nagged, jumping to her feet as soon as he appeared in the common room, worry written all over her face.
Harry sighed, making his way towards his two best friends; he did feel bad for having been the cause of such concern but didn’t really want to be fussed over any more than he already had been by Madam Pomfrey.
"Yeah, bloody hell, mate, you scared us something stupid last night." Ron told him, making space for Harry on the sofa next to him. Harry dropped onto the seat, and Hermione sat on his other side, watching him expectantly.
"Yeah, I know, sorry about that,” Harry said earnestly, “things were kind of out of my control." He knew that it wouldn’t be enough to appease their curiosity, but he hoped it might at least ease their worries about him.
"So are you going to tell us what happened? Are you okay?" Hermione asked, leaning forward as if they were about to discuss some great conspiracy.
"I am fine,” Harry told her, smiling indulgently at her fussing. “Mostly,” he added, after a moment, wanting to be honest with them. “Definitely a little bit confused and perhaps slightly in shock, but I’m okay. And I will tell you everything, I just can't just yet." However, when it looked like they were both about to kick up a stink about him keeping secrets he decided he should clarify. "I promise I will tell you everything after dinner. We are meeting someone in the room of requirement. Okay?"
At their somewhat appeased smiles, Harry was able to relax slightly. "Now,” he said, keen to distract them before Hermione could start worrying again, “which of you wants to help me with this Potions essay which is due in first thing tomorrow morning?"
-#-
"He has wings."
"Where has he been all day?"
"Since when does Malfoy have wings?"
"Ooh, they are so pretty."
"I am sure that Malfoy’s hair wasn't that long yesterday."
The mutterings of his fellow Slytherins followed Draco across the common room. He was trying not to let the whispers bother him, and kept his expression blank as he as he walked determinedly over towards the small grouping of chairs where Pansy and Blaise were sat talking in hushed voices.
"Draco, there you are!” Blaise exclaimed suddenly, when he glanced up and spotted the blond heading in their direction. However, the boy’s eyes widened slightly in surprise as he took in the sight of his friend. “What the fuck happened to you?" he asked, a little more quietly as Draco took a seat next to them, something that was made a little trickier by the wings on his back.
"Eloquent as always, Blaise,” Draco drawled, though he knew his friends would see the amusement he felt at the greeting. “And I am perfectly fine, thank you for asking."
"Draco, you do know you have wings, right?" Pansy whispered, looking a little alarmed.
Blaise rolled his eyes and Draco actually laughed a little. "Yes, Pansy, I am aware I have wings," he told her with a hint of exasperation; it was hardly something he could have missed.
"Erm, Draco?" she asked hesitantly, still looking concerned.
"Yes, Pansy," Draco said, with the tone of someone finding the patience to deal with the questions of a small child.
"Why do you have wings?” she asked bluntly. “Or long hair for that matter?"
"It is a long story," he told her with a sigh, and ploughed on before either of them could interrupt him. "One I will tell you after dinner, when we are somewhere a LOT more private," he said, really hoping that his friends would take the hint that this was not a topic suitable for their current location.
Pansy huffed slightly, making sure Draco was well aware of her annoyance at being told to wait, but she didn't comment further and Draco was grateful when Blaise quickly distracted them both with discussions about his newly completed Potions essay.
-#-
Harry was sat between Ron and Hermione at the Gryffindor table during dinner that evening, finding it very difficult not to watch Draco; it was therefore somewhat fortune that a lot of other people were having the same problem. After all, the purple wings were hard to miss and were attracting a lot of attention and questions.
"Harry,” Hermione said quietly, “does your explanation for why you sprouted wings, jumped out a window and disappeared for half a day, have anything to do with a certain blond boy who you can't stop staring at and just happens to have suddenly sprouted a pair of wings himself?" she questioned under her breath.
Forcing his eyes off Draco, who was looking distinctly annoyed with what seemed to be a constant barrage of questions, Harry slowly turned to glare at his friend. Hermione had tried to ask him about what had happened a few times since he had met up with them earlier that afternoon, but Harry was steadfastly refusing to discuss the matter.
"Fine, I know you said you would explain everything later, but it just seems a bit too much of a co-incidence," Hermione insisted, but folded when Harry just looked even more annoyed. "Okay, okay, I will drop it, but this explanation of yours better be good."
Harry rolled his eyes at his friend’s determination, as he helped himself to another slice of steak and kidney pie. Stabbing into the pastry with his fork he returned to Draco watching, just in time to see Pansy running her hands over one of his wings. Harry had to actually fight to hold in a growl as a spike of possessiveness made his blood boil and his back itch. 'Back itch?' he questioned silently. Oh that wasn't good.
-#-
"Pansy, don't touch my wings, especially at the dinner table, nor without my permission." Draco droned as he took her by the wrist and removed her hand from his person. He was feeling rather irritable from the constant barrage of questions he had had all afternoon; it was as though everyone seemed to suddenly think they had a right to pry into his life.
"Oh but they are so soft, Draco," she cooed.
"Oh, she is right," Blaise said from his other side, now touching his other wing.
Draco growled in annoyance; it was one thing for Madam Pomfrey to have touched his wings with gloves on, his permission, and while Harry was holding him, but this was something else altogether. The blond looked, his eyes seeking out Harry at the Gryffindor table, only to realise that Harry was looking very intensely at where Blaise's hand was stroking over the purple feathers. Oh that was not good, not good at all. It hadn’t even been a whole day yet and Harry looked about ready to fly across the hall and snatch Draco away from them.
"Blaise, you REALLY need to stop touching me right now," Draco informed him in a deadly tone, wanting his friend to understand the severity of the situation.
"Oh come on, Draco, relax," Blaise said dismissively, as he lightly patted Draco on the head teasingly and ran his hand over the wing again. "I don't think that..."
However, they didn't get to find out what he didn't think because at that moment there was a loud roaring sound from the Gryffindor table. At once, everyone in the hall had turned to see Harry Potter, looking enraged, standing at his table with a pair of giant green wings splayed out behind him in their full nearly fourteen foot glory.
"Oh crap," Draco squeaked.
Harry flapped his wings once and used the magical currents of the room to fly the width of the hall in one leap, landing on the table directly in front of the three Slytherins. He crouched down and put his hand loosely around Blaise's neck, just enough to make a point. "I would seriously suggest keeping your hands off of Draco's wings in future, if you want to keep them," Harry said, his voice deeper and sounding far more dangerous than usual.
'Just great' Draco thought to himself, unable to resist rolling his eyes at his fellow Erote, 'day one and already he is flying into a possessive rage. Great self control Harry, why don't you just announce to the whole hall that we are together.'
As if reading his thoughts and completely missing the sarcasm, Harry growled "mine," as he turned to Draco.
Blaise’s hands were trying to pull Harry’s from around his throat, his eyes wide with alarm. Pansy, meanwhile, was staring, wide-eye as she looked back and forward between Harry and Draco alternately.
Draco sighed, resigned to the fact that he was going to have to do something to keep things from getting any further out of hand. Getting to his feet, Draco reached up and put his hands on Harry's cheeks to make sure the other boy was looking at him. "Harry,” he said firmly. ”It’s your turn to calm down now, okay? You are making a bit of a scene."
It took a few moments, as Draco tried to do what Dumbledore had described earlier, with sending Harry calmness, but this seemed to work. Harry blinked rapidly a couple of times and his wings drooped slightly as he released his hold on a very relieved and confused looking Blaise; but it seemed to be slowly dawning on him what he had done "Oh shit," he said softly, meeting Draco’s eyes.
"Yes, dear,” Draco said patronisingly, “oh shit." He knew he probably shouldn’t be enjoying the expression of horror on Harry’s face, but it was rather amusing.
"You're a..." Pansy tried to say as she pointed at Harry, who was still crouched on the Slytherin table, focusing on retracting his wings, which disappeared a moment later. "...but that means..." she went on, as she turned to Draco. “Oh, Salazar, that means you're..."
Realising that something had clicked for Pansy and that she was possibly about to say something they definitely didn't want announced to the Great Hall, Draco quickly put a hand over her mouth.
"Shut up, for the love of Merlin and Morgana, I am begging you to shut up," Draco told her firm commanding tone, only removing his hand from Pansy’s mouth when she nodded her head. "And Harry,” he added, turning to the Gryffindor, “will you please get down from the dinner table now that you are done embarrassing us both."
Flushing red, Harry nodded and carefully climbed down such that he was standing behind Draco, feeling rather awkward and overly aware that most of the eyes in the room were fixed on them. "Maybe we should go do that explanation now, Draco," Harry suggested, keen to get out of there and wanting a chance to explain to his friends.
"Yes, Draco, maybe you should," Pansy agreed with a glare than threatened a great deal of pain if she didn't start getting answers in the very near future.
Draco hung his head defeated. "Okay, fine, let's go," he agreed. He was really not looking forward to this conversation.
Harry looked over to the Gryffindor table, suddenly even more aware of how many people were sat watching them; he couldn't help but morbidly wonder exactly how Draco was going to kill him for this. Catching Hermione's eye, he jerked his head slightly in the direction of the main doors to indicate that he was leaving and they should follow. Apparently she got the message, because a second later she grabbed Ron by the arm, pulled him to his feet and the pair of them followed Harry and the three Slytherins from the hall.
"Harry, what the hell is going on, mate?" Ron called after him, jogging to catch up as they all reached the Grand Staircase and began to make their way up to the upper floors of the castle.
"Be patient, Ron, we will get our answers soon,” Hermione chastised, keeping pace with Ron. “And honestly I think we are going to want to be sitting down for this one,” she added in a tone that made Harry think that she might have a few ideas already about what was going on.
Harry shot Hermione a grateful smile over his shoulder and tried to ignore the butterflies of panic in his stomach. He just kept reminding himself, as they kept climbing, that Hermione and Ron both now knew that this had something to do with Draco, and yet they were still prepared to at least hear him out.
"Oi, Potter,” Blaise called out, from where he was with Pansy and Draco a little bit further along the seventh floor corridor. “Are you going to show us how this magical room of yours works?" he questioned a little impatiently.
"Yeah, yeah, Zabini, just a moment," Harry said with a dismissive wave of his hand, as he Hermione and Ron caught up with them. He gave Draco a small smile, and began the fairly familiar routine of walking back and forward in front of the currently blank wall, ignoring the bemused looks all three Slytherins were giving him.
"Okay, that is pretty awesome," Pansy conceded as the door appeared.
"It should have given us a room where we can talk privately but comfortably," Harry told them as Draco opened the door hesitantly.
"Come on, Malfoy, what you so scared of?" Ron taunted as he walked past the blond and into the room, closely followed by Hermione.
Huffing in annoyance, Draco followed them inside; Blaise and Pansy shared a look with each other, but were close behind him. By the time Harry entered the room only a few seconds later they were all taking seats on the sofas that arranged in a semi-circle in front of a crackling fire. Ron and Hermione were on one, with Blaise and Pansy on another opposite them.
Feeling a little devious, Harry chuckled to himself, before quickly wrapping his arms around Draco's waist, making the blond let out a yelp of surprise, and sat Draco down on his lap on the third sofa. The blond gave him a glare, but didn’t make any serious move to get away, so Harry just smiled at him sweetly.
Ron was looking a little shell-shocked, staring at the pair of them, his mouth slightly gaping. But the others seemed to be taking it in their stride, Harry was glad to see. "Okay, quit being cute and start explaining," Pansy demanded, her patience apparently having run out.
Both Harry and Draco spluttered at being called cute, but Hermione just looked mildly amused and Blaise intoned "oh, yeah, they are just adorable," sarcastically and rolled his eyes.
"Harry, why...? What...?" Ron managed to exclaim, finding his voice. "Why is Malfoy sitting on your lap? What the hell is going on? What's with wings and... stuff?" he asked, waving his hand in Harry and Draco's general direction. Ron looked like he was watching his whole world crumble in front of his eyes.
"You guys are Erotes, right?" Hermione asked her hand on Ron's arm, presumably hoping to help calm him at least a little bit.
"Did the two different sizes of wings clue you in too, Granger?" Pansy asked, smirking at the other witch. She had always had a fascination with magical inheritances, but hadn't had a chance to see the results in person much in her life so far. Erotes had been one of her favourites, even though she hadn't been convinced that they existed anymore; until now at least.
"Yeah," Hermione said with a nod. "I thought they were just a myth though, so I don't really know anything about them," she confessed, feeling a little out of her depth on this particular subject.
"I was obsessed with them when I was a little girl," Pansy told her. "I mean, real life Cupids, every little girl's dream." Pansy giggled a little at that. "Though I am surprised you aren't freaking out, Draco."
"Cupids?!" Ron and Blaise exclaimed at the same time.
Harry and Draco exchanged amused looks; apparently their friends were not so different after all. It gave them both a little hope that this might be easier than they had first thought.
"We aren't really Cupids," Draco said, feeling the need to clarify. "Like Granger said, we are Erotes; the Cupid story was probably just based on Erotes that lived a long time ago." He didn't particularly like the comparison, but he had to admit that there was some validity to it.
"Why should Draco be freaking out any more than Potter?" Blaise asked with a slightly baffled expression, looking to Pansy for some kind of explanation, given she seemed to be the one who knew most about these Erotes that Potter and Draco apparently were now.
"Oh, he did plenty of freaking out earlier, don't worry," Harry said with a small smirk on his lips. Though, he quickly wiped it from his face when Draco punched him lightly, making the girls laugh at them.
"Will you guys stop talking in riddles and tell us what the hell is actually going on," Ron snapped a little impatiently. He couldn't get his head around why Harry was being so... affectionate with Malfoy; it just didn't make any sense to him that the relationship between the two of them could have changed so dramatically over night. "So you are Erotes, what does that actually mean?" he asked, feeling exasperated with being just made even more confused.
"It means, Weasley, that when Draco, a submissive Erote, called for a mate last night, Harry's dormant dominant Erote answered," Pansy said with a devious and amused grin on her face. "At which point," she went on, "Potter here, screwed Draco into the ground, getting him pregnant in the process and sealing their mating."
Harry and Draco were staring open mouthed at the girl by the end of her small speech, their faces flushed with embarrassment and hardly believing that she had put things quite that crudely; though she wasn't wrong which made it rather difficult to protest her words. Both Hermione and Blaise seemed to have been stunned into being lost for words too; Ron, however, was looking slightly ill.
"Well," Draco said, his cheeks still cherry red, "thank you for that most delicately put explanation, Pansy; though perhaps it was worth it to see that expression of Weasley's face," he added, taking a moment to enjoy Ron's horror, as the red-head slouched back on the sofa he was sat on. "I do hope you haven't permanently traumatised him, I am not sure Harry would forgive that."
"I honestly don't know what you are smirking about, Malfoy," Ron said, still not moving from where he was half lying on the sofa. "You're the boy who got knocked up by Harry Potter."
"RON!" Hermione exclaimed, hitting him with the back of her hand. Pansy and Blaise looked annoyed at his words, but it was nothing compared to the expression of defeat on Draco's face, the sight of which made something inside Harry snarl with anger.
Harry held Draco against him, the blond's hands curled into his robes, as his large green wings burst out his back for the second time in an hour. "You do NOT want to piss me off, Ron," Harry warned, and his best friend sat up to look at him in alarm. "And trust me," Harry added, "upsetting Draco at the moment is going to really piss me off."
Blaise and Pansy were smirking slightly at Draco, clearly amused by the possessive and protective display the Gryffindor was putting on, and again his own best friend no less. Resting his head against Harry's shoulder, Draco even managed to give them a small weak smile in return.
"Well at least we know Draco is safe with him." Blaise mumbled to Pansy, who nodded her agreement and approval of this.
"Sorry, mate," Ron mumbled out, at least having the good sense to look guilty. "All just a bit of a shock and everything."
"I know, tell me about it," Harry said, as he looked down at the boy in his arms and wrapped his wings more tightly around him protectively.
"You really want this?" Hermione asked, gesturing between him and Draco. Harry was actually a little surprised when he didn't even have to think before he nodded; he wasn't quite sure what 'this' was yet, but he knew he wanted to give it a chance. Hermione, however, simply smiled and said "okay".
"Wait, so let me get this right," Blaise said, sitting up a little more on the sofa with an amused smirk on his face. "Draco basically pleaded with Harry Potter to grow wings and knock him up?" he asked, ignoring the way that Draco was glaring at him. Ron was apparently amused by this too because he was trying to restrain his laughter, though he was probably only making the attempt because he was already on thin ice.
"Hmm," Harry said, as he thought for moment, wracking his brain to try and recall anything. "Now that you mention it, pretty much all I do remember is kind of a sad cry," he said, wearing a pensive expression, "like someone was begging for me to come and make everything better."
Apparently this was too much for Ron, Blaise and even Pansy, because all three started laughing in earnest, though Pansy did try to restrain herself at least a little bit. Draco frowned and punched Harry lightly on the chest again. "You really had to tell them that?" he asked. He had been sure that he was going to be the butt of a few jokes, but he didn't think that Harry was going to help them with that.
Harry flushed slightly, realising what he had said; he had just been rather surprised that he was able to remember anything at all, and had spoken without thinking. "Sorry," he mumbled, his lips pressed against the top of Draco's head.
"I was joking," Blaise managed to say through his laughter, "but you really did beg for it. Oh that is completely priceless." This of course made Ron snort with laughter again, though the red-head shifted in his seat and coughed, trying to get hold of himself, when he spotted the glares that both Harry and Hermione were giving him.
It took a few moments more before Blaise was able to regain his calm, and wipe the tears from his eyes. "So does being an Erote come with any cool powers?" Blaise asked, having had to take a deep calming breath before he was able to get the words out.
Draco grinned at that. "Sure," he told his friend, keen to get a little payback for them laughing at his situation. "We can show you. Blaise, Pansy, come here," he instructed, and though the two of them shared a nervous, look they complied.
Harry shared an amused look with Draco, before held out one of his wings slightly, the blond still tucked into the other and apparently quite comfortable where he was. "One of you touch my wing," he said, waiting patiently for one of them to do as he had told them.
Pansy looked torn between curiosity and uncertainty; but after a few moments she reached out and did, her fingers brushing over the green feathers. Harry focused on making her want Blaise, trying to just following his instincts, as he was not really sure what he was doing given that he had never tried this before.
However, it became quickly apparent that whatever he was doing was working because Pansy suddenly threw herself at Blaise, pushing her lips against his, knocking them both to the floor. Draco was laughing hysterically, griping onto the edge of the wing Harry had around him, as he watched Blaise's limbs flail wilding in an attempt to escape.
After a few seconds Pansy seemed to come back to her senses and suddenly pushed herself off Blaise, the pair of them finding themselves sat on the floor staring at each other in shock.
"What the hell was that?" Blaise asked, turning to look up at the still laughing Draco and smirking Harry.
"That was lust compulsion." Pansy mumbled, as she wiped her mouth off on the back of her sleeve. She found herself somewhere between annoyed and impressed; she had known roughly what the Erotes’ abilities were, but she hadn't expect for Harry to actually be able to affect her that strongly.
"That was too good," Draco declared as he wiped a tear from his eye, still chuckling a little. "Thank you, Harry," he said earnestly, leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek, causing Harry to turn and look at him with a smile. He kept expected the intimacy between them to feel weird, but the weirdest thing about it, was that it didn't feel strange at all.
"Did you just make him do that?" Ron asked suspiciously, eyeing where Draco's hand was still on Harry's wing.
Harry and Draco both glared at him, neither of them liking the implication.
"I will take that as a no," Ron said quickly, holding his hands up in surrender. "I was just asking."
"We can't influence love or lust in each other," Harry informed him somewhat bluntly. He was certainly a little offended that Ron would think that he would trick Draco into doing anything like that, even if he had the ability.
"You can make people fall in love with others?" Hermione asked, sounding fascinated; she was definitely keen to do some more research on Erotes and their powers.
"Well, Draco can," Harry told her. "From what we understand, I can influence people's lust but he can influence love," he explained, repeating what Dumbledore had told them that morning. It felt as though it had been much longer than that though.
"Aww, so Draco really is a Cupid," Blaise mocked, "with his cute little pink wings and everything; that is adorable."
"They’re PURPLE! Blaise!" Draco exclaimed indignantly, trying to throw himself off the sofa at his friend. Harry reflexes, however, were quicker and he caught Draco around the waist, holding onto him, as Blaise scrambled away to hide behind Pansy. "And if they are so cute, why don't you come over here so I can make you fall in love with Millicent," Draco sneered.
Blaise looked genuinely horrified at the suggestion, while Ron, Hermione and Pansy laughed. Harry rolled his eyes at their antics, a soft smile on his lips, and Draco looked very pleased with himself. This whole conversation really had gone a lot better than either of them had dared hope.

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