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Lifetime Decisions	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 11408 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter nor make any profit from it. J.K. Rowling owns it

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
- 3
Author's note: And here I am with the second chapter. I have to admit I'm quite surprised at the attention this fic has gathered, but nevertheless I'm quite happy with it :) I can only hope that you'll enjoy the rest of the story as well!
Thanks to the following reviewers: Kain (Pansy isn't aware that the spell was meant to hit her); Vidalhbea and djaddict
Warnings: lemon; explanation fertility potions; Harry's pov
I hope you'll like this chapter!

Chapter 2
He closed the door of the office behind him and leant against the wall briefly with closed eyes. Like predicted his boss hadn't been really happy with the situation, but like he had pointed out, he would still work his regular hours until it was confirmed that he was pregnant. Only then would he require to have a desk job and the occasional class to teach.
He'd liked to continue working like he did, but Healing required the use of his magic – magic which would be used in helping the child grow and keeping the womb into existence. He didn't think that the amount of magic he released during his Healing would be disastrous to the baby's development, but better to be safe than sorry, he supposed.
He nodded and opened his eyes. He had chosen to talk to his superior after his shift was done. He did have a break, but that wasn't long enough to have the talk, so he had chosen to wait until his shift was done.
Harry rolled his shoulders and grimaced when he felt them crack a bit. It was Friday and in one hour he would be taking in the potions that would change his organs and move them around to form a womb. He and Draco had decided they would start tomorrow night. After a bit of awkward talking, they had made the decision that Draco would come to Harry – doing it in Draco's manor while his parents were living in a separate wing and with Astoria near would have been beyond awkward.
When he thought of the moment he would be having sex with Draco, he grew nervous and slightly nauseous. Not because he was sickened by the thought of having sex with Draco – after all, he was the one who had offered to be surrogate while knowing what it would entail and he was gay, though only a few of his friends knew that fact – but because he wasn't sure how Draco would react to having him in bed. As far as he knew, Draco was straight – would he even be able to get aroused to have sex with him?
Harry supposed Draco had found a way – agreeing to let him be the surrogate and then failing to perform would be counterproductive after all. But that didn't make him any less nervous. Especially when Draco would essentially be the first guy he would share his bed with. Sure, he had had boyfriends before – three since he had discovered he was gay - , but those relationships had never progressed beyond some heavy petting. In all three cases, something had happened that had made them split up before Harry could take the final step with them.
Somehow he had the feeling that mentioning to Draco he was still a virgin would bring up an argument he'd like to avoid. It's not as if he was saving his virginity for a special person. He snorted at that thought. He wanted to help Draco – admitting he didn't have experience would make Draco hesitate and Harry didn't want to argue with Draco.
Having that one argument about the surrogacy before Draco had agreed to it had been tiring enough.
It was kind of laughable that the once feared Ice Prince of Slytherin who didn't give a damn about what happened to other people, was now concerned about something Harry himself had suggested. While Draco wasn't as self-centred anymore – at least not towards his best friends – Harry had expected him to see the benefits only and not raise any counter arguments. For Draco there would be nothing but benefits, yet the man had protested and had only agreed after he had been given time to think. Harry liked to think that his good arguments had been one of the reasons why Draco finally consented.
It wasn't like Harry would have forced him to take Harry as surrogate – he had simply offered and countered every argument Draco could come up with. In the end it had been up to Draco and his wife to decide what they would do with the offer he gave them.
He understood why Draco was concerned that he would get attached to the baby and would want to keep it, but Harry would never do that to him. He was certain that he would be able to keep his distance from the baby – as much as he could of course with the baby growing inside of him – and he was certain he would be able to give up the baby once it was born. He knew himself. And if there came a moment where he would want to keep the baby, Draco still wouldn't have anything to fear. Harry would never hurt one of his best friends. If that meant keeping his pain a secret, then he would have no problem doing that.
But he was getting ahead of himself. He hadn't even swallowed the potions yet, never mind got pregnant and he was already envisioning the birth and what would happen afterwards. He had to focus on the present now and not so much on the future yet.
"Right, time to go home then," he muttered and after grabbing his bag and locking the door of his office, he strode towards the entrance hall to use the Floo there.

He had a light dinner, consisting of only a sandwich with a glass of water, because he wasn't in the mood to cook and then went upstairs to his bedroom, where the vials were waiting for him on his nightstand.
He stared at them for a minute, before turning away and grabbing his nightwear. He would shower first and then take the potions. From what he had read, the process of forming the womb wouldn't be painful, but more uncomfortable. The third potion took care of the pain that would have appeared when the womb sought its place between his organs, but it couldn't prevent the slight nausea or the lack of comfort the whole process brought with it.
After taking a quick shower, drying his hair as much as he could and brushing his teeth, he got dressed in a shirt and cotton pants and stepped into his bed. Harry turned on his right side and grabbed the first vial. Recognizing the colour from the books he had studied – not that he didn't trust Snape to give the right potions – he removed the seal that kept the liquid inside the vial and quickly downed it, not giving himself the chance to actually taste the vile potion.
Even with his job as Healer, he despised potions – which didn't really help when he had to convince his patients to take them.
After swallowing the other two potions, he put the empty vials back on his nightstand and settled down in his bed, using his wand to draw the curtains shut and the lights off.
He laid down on his back and stared in the dark at his ceiling.
A quarter of an hour later, just when Harry had started to fall asleep, his stomach suddenly seemed to flip upside down and he grimaced. When his hand touched his stomach, he noted surprised that the skin had started to warm up and he squirmed a bit. He turned onto his side and breathed through his open mouth and squeezed his eyes shut when the first wave of nausea appeared.
Normally he would have taken a potion for the nausea, but the book he had consulted, had warned against the use of any other potion because they could interfere with the process of the growth of the womb.
"This sucks," he muttered, frowning and huffed. Even though he felt nauseous, he wouldn't be able to throw up – which somehow made it even more annoying to experience.
But there was nothing he could do about it – he had made his choice and he knew what he had got himself into when he made the offer. Besides, two hours of nausea wasn't bad when he remembered he was helping a friend.
For the next two hours, he was assaulted by waves of nausea and the occasional spike of pain, centred in the middle of his stomach. Sometimes Harry imagined he could feel his intestines shifting around to make room for the new addition, though that was probably all just his imagination.
Finally the nausea disappeared as fast as it had come up and with one last dull throb, the pain went away as well.
Harry breathed out in relief and stretched out from his curled up position. He shifted around in his bed until he found a cool spot and laid back down again.
It was time for him to catch some sleep. After all it wouldn't do for him to fall asleep in the middle of having sex with Draco. He had a feeling the blond wouldn't appreciate that.

The following day Harry busied himself with tidying up his home a bit, while waiting for Draco to show up. After he had eaten breakfast, he had casted a diagnostic spell on himself to make sure the womb had settled in the right place. The scan had shown that the potion had done its work perfectly. All he had to do now was getting knocked up.
Easy to say, but I wonder if it'll be easy to do as well, Harry mused and stepped back from the bookcase he had been organizing. The books were now sorted by author and then by title.
Draco would arrive at his house around eight p.m. after he had had dinner with his wife. Harry had thought of offering him dinner at his place, but had retracted that thought before he could say it out loud. Making Draco dinner before going to bed with him made it seem as if they were a couple and that was just awkward. They weren't a couple – Draco just needed to bed him to get him pregnant.
Harry's thoughts flickered to the small vial stashed away in a drawer of his nightstand. He had grabbed it from the small apothecary in the hospital yesterday, wearing a Disguise charm to avoid rumours flying around.
It was the magical equivalent of a Viagra pill. Harry wasn't sure if Draco would need one, but just to be on the safe side he had grabbed a bottle in case Draco would have problems getting it up.
Hopefully, though, Draco would somehow manage to get it up, because Harry had no clue how he would offer the vial to Draco without somehow insulting the blond's pride.
Shaking his head, Harry entered the next room, which turned out to be his study and attacked the mess he had left there.
He had to do something with the energy he suddenly had after all.

That evening, after having taken a quick shower, Harry curled himself up in his favourite, comfortable chair near the fireplace in the living room and forced himself to read a medical magazine in which a specialist was trying to proof with his article that some Dark spells should be allowed again if they were able to save a patient's life. Harry didn't think the man would be successful, certainly not with the Ministry's strict policies on what they considered Dark and what not, but it was an interesting read and it was able to distract him for a while.
He had been so absorbed in his reading that he only noticed the time had flown by when he was startled by the sound of Flooing.
As if that was the cue, his palms started to sweat slightly and he felt something squirming in his stomach – probably nerves, he thought with a frown. He stood up and closed the magazine, laying it back on the pile next to the chair. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, forcing himself to calm down.
When he thought he was calm enough and wouldn't start blabbering something stupid the second he saw Draco, he left the room and entered his small foyer.
Draco was still brushing the soot of his robes with a frown – probably annoyed his expensive robes got dirty.
He looked up when he noticed Harry standing in the doorway. "You need to clean your fireplace," he complained, as a manner of greeting.
Harry rolled his eyes and relaxed. This was the Draco he knew – complaining about the most insignificant things if it meant they inconvenienced him in some way. "I was planning on doing that later this week. Not my fault you chose to wear those expensive robes," he snorted.
The blond sniffed affronted. "It's not because you don't seem to grasp the essence of looking good at all times that it means I have to forget about it."
"Done with complaining?" Harry asked dryly.
Draco snorted and removed his outer robe (why he thought it necessary to wear that garment when he just used the Floo and didn't even go outside, Harry didn't understand), hanging it on the small hook nailed in the wall. "I don't complain – I'm giving you advice you would do well to follow."
"I'll keep it in mind." Harry rolled his eyes.
Now that Draco was standing there, waiting in the hallway, an awkward silence reigned between them. How did they have to proceed now? Should they talk a bit more? Or just go straight to the bedroom, dump their clothes and get on with it?
Harry's attention was turned back to Draco, when the latter shifted his foot a bit and crossed his arms.
"Is the couch sturdy enough or do you prefer the bed?" the blond suddenly blurted out and then grimaced when his brain caught up with his mouth.
Harry gaped at him before he remembered to close his mouth.
"Sorry, that didn't come out like I had planned to." A faint flush appeared on pale cheeks and the blond awkwardly rubbed the back of his head.
"Eh, I'm not sure how else you planned that to come out as," Harry smiled weakly, "but is the bed good? The one time I fell asleep on the couch, I woke up with a cramped neck and shoulders."
Draco shrugged nonchalantly. "No problem."
Harry jerked his head a bit and then turned around, going up the stairs, leading the blond behind him to his bedroom. He tried to remember if Draco had ever been in his bedroom before. He didn't think so – they tended to meet up outside of his house.
He opened the door of his bedroom and stepped inside, feeling his heart beating quicker when Draco closed the door behind him.
"So, eh, let's get started," Harry smiled weakly and before Draco could do or say something, he pulled his sweater over his head, dropping it on the floor. When he looked up, he noticed Draco staring at his chest and he shifted uncomfortably. "Is something wrong?" Well, aside from the obvious lack of breasts …
Draco quickly shook his head and some strands of his hair fell across his face, which he impatiently pushed back. "No, nothing wrong. Except … do you work out?"
"What?" Harry blinked surprised and looked down at his stomach, which had rather well-defined muscles, considering he didn't play Quidditch anymore. "Oh no. I don't have time for that anymore with my job." He shrugged. "I sometimes play Quidditch, but not much."
Draco hummed and then began removing his own clothes, which made Harry relax a bit. At least Draco hadn't suddenly decided that he had other thoughts about the arrangement.
Refusing to look back up, he unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans down, letting them pool around his ankles before stepping out of them. He sat down on the bed and quickly removed his socks, and let them fall on his crumpled jeans and sweater.
When he sat up straight, he realized he still had his boxers on, and he hesitated, wondering whether he should remove his boxers now or wait a bit more. Then again, it wasn't like they would have a long foreplay – all Draco had to do was stretch him, lube him up and then they could get started.
The matrass sinking down a bit signalled Draco's presence and Harry looked up quickly, feeling his cheeks heat up a bit when he noticed how close Draco sat next to him – close enough to feel warmth radiating from his skin. And close enough to admire the unblemished pale skin and muscled chest. Well, at least he wouldn't have problems getting it up, he thought faintly, when he felt a stirring in his lower stomach. He crossed his legs, not sure whether he wanted Draco to notice he was getting turned on.
"Let's get into the bed," Draco murmured and Harry wanted to point out that they were already in bed, but kept his mouth instead, realizing how ridiculous he would sound and just stood up to pull the blankets back.
Both men quickly slid underneath the sheets, lying next to each other and then both froze at the same moment, realizing they didn't have a clue as to how to proceed next.
"So, eh, how do you want to do it?" Draco asked and sat on his knees, making the blanket fall back. He raked a hand through his hair, mussing it up in the process. He was nervous.
Well, that was normal, Harry thought. It wasn't every day that you would go to bed with someone of the same gender just to knock him up.
"Eh, don't really know," Harry muttered and looked away, shivering a bit when the slightly cool air stroked against his naked skin, creating goose bumps. He hadn't really thought that far yet. Was there a position that would be beneficial for getting pregnant?
"Well, what's your favourite position?" Draco inquired curiously.
Biting his lip, Harry looked at the blond who raised an eyebrow. Shit, what should he say now? He didn't have a favourite position. Would Draco get suspicious if he just said he liked to do it on his back? Wait no, that would probably get awkward. A position like that was ideal for kissing, but they wouldn't be kissing. This wasn't a romantic date or something akin to that. Draco just needed to impregnate him and that was that.
So which position should he choose?
Grey eyes narrowed suspiciously and his chin was jerked up by a cool, slender hand. "Harry, you do have some experience, right?"
He remembered telling Draco he was gay on one of the sparse nights he had been drunk, but aside from confessing that particular secret, he had never introduced any of his boyfriends to Draco or anyone else of his friends and he had certainly never talked about what he did with his boyfriends.
He couldn't admit to not having any experience – Draco would probably get up after cussing him out and leave and then the potions would have been for nothing.
So he would have his first time with Draco. Who wasn't his boyfriend. Who wasn't interested in him at all, except for getting him pregnant. Which was fine. Really. First times were overrated anyway. Besides it would still be someone who he trusted. He wasn't a girl who needed to be courted before she gave up her virginity. He was a man for god's sake.
"Of course I have experience," Harry huffed and slapped the hand away. He reclined back against his small amount of pillows. "I think it's easier if I get on my hands and knees after the preparation," he continued, trying his hardest to keep that damn embarrassed flush off his face and his voice light.
Draco snorted. "Hands and knees, huh? Who would have thought that the …"
"Finish that sentence and you'll regret it," Harry smiled thinly, eyes slightly narrowed in warning.
The blond raised his hands up. "All right, where do you keep the lube?"
Harry was a bit taken aback at how quickly they seemed to progress now and then scolded himself for being surprised. "Eh, in the top drawer of my nightstand," he muttered.
"You know, normal people have their nightstand next to their bed – where it belongs – and not across the room," Draco complained, but stood up and crossed the room, opening the top drawer of the light blue nightstand.
Harry knew it was stupid to have his nightstand there while his bed was on the other side of the room, but he didn't want to admit to Draco that his nightstand was stuck to the floor with a Permanent Sticky charm after he had gotten tired of having it constantly wobbling due to the fact that one leg was shorter than the three others. At that moment of time he hadn't known he would one day like to move his bed to another place and he didn't know the counter spell for the charm.
"Harry, what is this?" Draco's voice sounded curious, yet revolted at the same time.
Green eyes looked up and then widened when they caught sight of the object in Draco's right hand. It was a small vial in which a dark coloured liquid was gently sloshing around.
He winced and then sighed. "Come off it, Draco, as if you don't recognize that potion."
"I do recognize it – I'm just wondering what the hell it is doing in your nightstand. Is it for your own use or …" Draco trailed off, grimacing.
"What? No. I grabbed it from the hospital for you," Harry huffed and stretched his legs.
"For me? I can assure you that I do not need the help of any potion to get it up," Draco sneered, dumping the vial back in the drawer.
He groaned inwardly – yes, he had been right in thinking Draco's pride would be hurt if he knew about the existence of the vial. Crap. Maybe he should have been the one to grab the lube. Why hadn't he thought this more through?
"It's just … you're straight and I didn't know whether you would manage to get it up now." He gestured helplessly with his hand. "I figured that could help you if you had problems."
Draco shook his head and came back to the bed, dropping the lube on the sheet and climbing underneath the blanket again. "Trust me when I say that I won't have problems with getting it up," he murmured and then rolled his eyes when he caught sight of Harry's confused face. "You're not that ugly, Potter."
Harry felt vaguely pleased about that hidden compliment – he was beginning to suspect something was wrong with him.
"Say, there is no boyfriend that might get pissed off when you're pregnant?" Draco suddenly asked and looked at him with troubled eyes.
"A bit late to ask that, don't you think?" Harry huffed and then rolled his eyes when the blond scowled. "No, there is nobody. Do you seriously think I would offer to be a surrogate if I had a partner?"
Draco shrugged. "You have a very strong urge to help people, so it wouldn't have surprised me if you still went through it while you had a partner."
That remark just deserved a slap and so Harry did, smacking Draco's arm hard. "You're a bastard." He glared.
While he indeed couldn't see a person suffering, it wasn't as if he would go to any lengths to ease said suffering. Of course thanks to the media, people seemed to think that he would do whatever he could to help someone. It was irritating to have that kind of reputation, especially during his job when family members seemed to think that he could heal all diseases and got furious at him when he had to deliver bad news.
Draco scowled and rubbed his arm. "I was just asking to be sure; no need to get violent." He sniffed.
"Let's just start, okay?" Harry rolled his eyes. If he continued this argument, nothing would happen tonight and he didn't want to sit there half naked the entire night, arguing whether or not it was appropriate for Draco to ask such questions. "You do know what to do, right?" he asked suspiciously.
"Of course I know what to do, Potter. I'm not an idiot," Draco scoffed and then proceeded to tug off his boxers, looking perfectly calm the entire time.
Harry blinked surprised and then felt his cheeks warm a bit when he sneaked a peek at Draco's impressive length. While he had never taken the last step with any of his three boyfriends, they had pleasured each other manually and orally and if Harry's memory served him well, none of his former boyfriends had been as big as Draco. And it wasn't like they had been small. Was Draco even going to fit in him?
A hand tugging on his boxers made him startle and slap the hand away in reflex.
"You know, you have to get naked at some point," Draco pointed out with a raised eyebrow and a half smirk on his face.
"Shut up," Harry mumbled annoyed. He bowed his head to hide his burning cheeks and then hesitantly slipped out of his underwear, dropping it on the floor. The sheets felt comfortable against his naked skin, but all he could think now was 'Oh god, we're completely naked now. He's going to see everything.'
Which was a useless thought, because obviously Draco would see everything now – it was rather difficult after all to have sex while still wearing underwear.
"How long has it been since you last shagged someone? Or were shagged?" Draco suddenly asked. "I need to know how much preparation you need."
"Oh. Eh, seven months," Harry blurted out the first number that came up in his mind. That should give him enough preparation time, right? Maybe he should have tried preparing himself to avoid this whole uncomfortable situation.
"So seven months since you were the bottom?" Draco peered up at him, while opening the tube.
Harry nodded, figuring it was best to just agree. His heartbeat went up and it was as if his skin was on fire. He just had to stay calm; he knew that being tense would only make it more difficult for Draco to shag him, but relaxing was easier said than done.
Suddenly Draco bent down and gave his collarbone a quick kiss, with his lips somehow leaving a searing heat behind.
"What?" Harry stared at him shocked, not having expected something like that to happen. He had assumed Draco would merely prepare him, he would get on his hands and knees and they would do it – that was all that needed to be done.
"I hate awkwardness and this whole situation is beyond awkward. We should at least have some foreplay if only to relax you," the blond informed him lightly, his grey eyes glistening with something unidentifiable.
"Oh," was the only thing Harry could utter and he hesitantly raised his hands, not certain whether Draco would allow the touch or not.
"You can touch me, you know," Draco murmured and as if he wanted to remove any lingering doubt, he quickly snatched one of Harry's slightly clammy hands and placed it on his chest, while his own two hands came down on Harry's shoulders, which then trailed down across his chest and stomach. The wandering right hand paused when it encountered a faint white line that felt rough to the touch: a scar.
Harry shivered when he felt a finger tracing the scar that started right underneath his armpit and then curved slightly downwards until it ended at his last rib. The scar wasn't an angry red anymore, like it had been nine months ago and had healed quite nicely, but he would always have the faint white line as a memory of one of his patients losing control and lashing out with a large knife his magic had conjured.
He felt a light shock going through his body when the light touch of the finger was replaced by a hot tongue that carefully followed the path of the scar.
Not wanting to lay there passively, he let his hands explore the smooth, pale chest. His hands skidded over the two long faint lines – the only physical reminder of their fight in sixth year. Harry swallowed, feeling the guilt coming up again and impulsively he raised up, until he could kiss the scars softly.
Draco held still for a few tense seconds, before he relaxed and returned his attention back to Harry's body.
Draco tastes like peaches.
That was the first thought that shot through Harry's mind once he had placed a few kisses on the strong chest.
"Oh." Air escaped his throat noisily when he felt devious nails lightly scratching his lower stomach and he bucked his hips in response – he had always been extra sensitive on that part of his body. Immediately after his hips laid back down on the bed, he looked at Draco with a mortified face.
Draco didn't seem to mind the reaction if his smirk was anything to go by with. "So you're sensitive there, huh?" he murmured and then grinned and ranked his nails down again while simultaneously licking one of Harry's nipples, worrying it a bit between his teeth.
A soft moan broke through and he closed his eyes, feeling ashamed for reacting the way he did.
But then again, Draco had said they would have foreplay – so what he did, was nothing to be ashamed of, right?
After the realisation Harry did his best to relax as much as he could, focusing instead on the teasing lips that made their path down his body and wandering soft hands, that scratched, stroked and caressed his skin, while he returned the favour.
Harry hid his grin when he finally heard Draco groan; apparently his neck and stomach were very sensitive and Harry made use of that fact – if he was forced to lose control, it was only fair if the same thing happened to his friend.
A gasp left both their mouths when they shifted and pressed against each other; their hard cocks brushing against each other, some pre cum dribbling out of the tips and sliding down.
Their eyes met and Draco held up the tube questioningly, his other hand still caressing his thigh.
Harry swallowed and nodded, his nerves playing up again when the soft 'squelch' sound let him know that Draco was squeezing out lube on his fingers.
Now there was no turning back.
A hand opened his legs wider and Draco moved around, until he was right between his legs, making Harry blush again when the realisation hit him that Draco could see everything now.
A soft but insisted push and he felt the first finger entering him, the preparation starting for real now.
While Draco muttered reassuring words, Harry tried his best to stay as relaxed as possible, but he couldn't stop himself from tensing up from time to time as the finger slid deeper, stroking against his inner walls. His inner muscles rippled around the intrusion, clenching around it as if to push it back out and he forced himself to relax his muscles. Relaxing didn't become easier when a second finger joined next to the first one. His eyes were squeezed shut, but when he opened them a bit, he could see a frown marring Draco's forehead and he bit his lip, trying even harder to relax himself. He couldn't let the blond know that this was his first time. It wasn't until a hand touched him his cock that he found something else to focus on and the pleasure that spiked up from the teasing light touches were enough to take his mind off the burning, stinging pain once the preparation progressed further, a third finger being added; the burning feeling turning a bit sharper.
When Draco touched something deep in him, a burst of pleasure spiked through his body and he jumped up a bit, a loud groan escaping his mouth.
"Ah, I was wondering when I would find it." Draco sounded so smug Harry would have liked to smack him again, except that the infuriating bastard had decided to keep prodding and stroking that particular place while squeezing his prick softly, which made white stars burst out behind his closed eyelids and effectively distracted him from harming the blond.
By the time Draco pulled his fingers back, Harry was a panting, quivering mess, wondering why the hell the touches had felt so good. He knew of course which place Draco had managed to locate, but he hadn't known he would react that strongly to having it touched.
Maybe the sex wouldn't be that bad if Draco managed to hit there.
While Draco busied himself with putting lube on his own hard prick, Harry turned a bit shakily around until he was positioned on his hands and knees. His arms felt a bit wobbly, but he grabbed the corners of his pillow tightly between his hands and concentrated on his breathing, trying to keep as calm as possible. He knew he had to be relaxed to make the next part easy, but just thinking about what would happen next and wondering whether it would hurt or not, was enough to make him tense up again. He swallowed and forced himself to relax his muscles as much as possible.
"Ready?" Draco asked softly and hands came to rest on his hips.
Not trusting his voice to work in a normal tone now, Harry just nodded and then quickly bent down his head, until his face was hidden in his pillow when something very warm, hard and big forced its way into him, stretching him even more than the fingers had done.
It burned. It stung. It was painful and he was wondering with tears in his eyes how the hell men could actually enjoy this. Fuck, he wasn't sure whether he would be able to walk normal again – he felt like he was split into two and it seemed like a lot of time had passed when Draco finally stopped moving and waited to get his cue to go on. His cock felt impossibly big inside Harry and he barely kept the pained whimper inside when his muscles involuntarily clenched harder down around Draco's member.
Harry had to restrain himself from lashing out with either his arms or his magic by focusing his attention on his plain pillow and reminding himself that he was doing this to help one of his best friends. Besides if he couldn't handle this sting, he shouldn't have offered because the birth would surely hurt more.
"Harry?" Draco's concerned voice drew him back to reality and he hissed underneath his breath, shifting his legs a little. His arse felt as if it was on fire and he briefly wondered whether that was normal or if he had somehow managed to tear internally. Merlin, he hoped not.
"Should I pull back?"
"No, no, I'm fine," Harry assured him quickly and took a deep breath. Draco had sounded a bit strained and he realized he must be gripping painfully tight around him and he forced himself to slowly relax his inner muscles, grimacing while he did so.
"Are you okay?" Draco asked and he felt a hand sneaking around his stomach and the body behind him jerked in surprise when he encountered his limp member.
Harry pushed the hand away. "Ye-yeah, I'm fine." He clenched his teeth and tried to ignore the way his arms trembled. "You can move."
"Are you sure? Because you seem to be in a lot …"
"Just move," Harry bit out and sighed. He just wanted the whole thing to be over and done with it, so he could try to regain some other feeling aside from burning pain.
He felt Draco pulling back slowly, which actually seemed to worsen his pain and then push back in, fallen into a slow rhythm.
Green eyes closed in resignation and he focused on keeping his breathing calm and his muscles relaxed to minimize the pain, all the while wondering how this was supposed to be enjoyable for men. Maybe it was only enjoyable for the one who topped? Or maybe something was just wrong with him.
Suddenly, Draco paused and then shifted his hips. Idly wondering whether Draco was already done, he was very surprised when the next thrust pushed against something deep inside of him and actually made pleasure spike through him.
"Wha …" His body jerked up in surprise when that particular spot received another prod and a soft moan escaped his throat.
"Ah, I finally found it," Draco murmured satisfied and one of his hands released its grip on his hips and slid between his legs to fondle his cock.
Harry didn't know whether the burn was simply diminishing or the pleasure was taking over and he didn't care. All he cared about was that he was actually starting to feel good. Unconsciously he began to push back and he heard Draco groan; their skin making soft slapping sounds every time they touched.
Harry began to pant, his skin feeling feverish and sweat drops slid down his temples and over his chest. Mind numbing pleasure coursed through him and he was only vaguely aware of the groans and moans he produced – not that Draco was quiet. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was actually surprised that Draco was so vocal in bed. Somehow he had expected him to be a quiet bed partner.
Time ticked away with the two men on the bed being unaware of it; both of them concentrating on the primal act transpiring between them to ensure they created a baby.
Harry's breathing quickened after a while, when he felt his climax approaching slowly. His hands were clenching and unclenching in the sheets, which felt slightly damp against his sweaty skin. He could feel hot lips pressing harsh kisses across his spine and shoulder blades and he let out a guttural moan when the hand around his member tightened, already sticky with the pre cum that kept dripping out steadily.
Right when he was about to hit his climax, a hand suddenly gripped his chin and jerked his head up and to the side and urgent lips were pushed against his, his mouth opening in a gasp from surprise, allowing the other man's tongue to slide into his mouth, seeking out his own. Their tongues curled around and stroked each other; their lips seemed intent on devouring the other man.
The passionate kiss combined with the tight squeeze triggered his climax and he shuddered and moaned, his body shaking, white overtaking his vision. He felt his muscles tighten up around Draco and he vaguely felt something hot flooding into him, filling him up completely, before his trembling knees gave out and he dropped down on the bed, his breath escaping him with a whoosh sound when Draco fell down with him.
Luckily the blond quickly pulled back, causing Harry to wince and feel sort of empty, and he laid back down next to him, panting harshly.
Harry shifted his legs and felt something dribble out of him, making him grimace, not used to it.
Slowly he turned around, feeling his muscles protest and his back flaring up in pain, but eventually he managed to lay down on his back, swallowing back the groan of pain that wanted to escape.
Merlin, if he already felt so sore now, how bad would it be tomorrow?
"I'm sorry for being too rough." Grey eyes looked at him apologetically after he had noticed the wince passing Harry's face.
"Is okay. It just has been a while," Harry smiled weakly and pulled the sheets up until it covered his body up to his chest. The sweat on his body was cooling off and now that he was no longer surrounded by Draco's body and subsequently his body heat, he noticed how chilly it was in his room. It seemed he had forgotten to renew the Temperature charm.
"Is it okay if I stay a bit longer?"
When green eyes looked at him inquiringly, Draco ruefully smiled. "I read that it helps speeding up the process, because the potion needs our magic to work and afterwards the process will apparently go quicker if you're surrounded by my magic for a while longer."
"Oh." Harry blinked and tried to recall what he had read about male pregnancies. He vaguely could remember reading a part about the partner's magic being needed to help the potion work and that it could help in stabilizing the foetus afterwards. He hadn't paid much attention to that part at the time, because he had been mainly interested in how the potion would work and what exactly he would go through during the pregnancy.
"Sure, no problem," he smiled faintly and then yawned. One of the side effects of the fertility potion was fatigue occurring right after the conception, so the fact that he was tired now was hopefully a good sign.
"Let's get some sleep." Draco sounded amused and Harry had just enough presence of mind to give his arm a whack before his eyes closed and sleep took over.

When Harry woke up the next morning, the space next to him on the bed was empty – apparently Draco had snuck out somewhere during the night. For some reason that realization stung a bit and he didn't know why. It wasn't like he had expected Draco to be there the next morning – in fact it probably was better that the blond man had left, because at least this way the awkwardness of having shagged with his best friend wasn't present now.
He was laying on his back and he stretched, hissing when a spike of pain hit him. He shifted and grimaced; right, he was still sore. He should have remembered that, but he thought he could be forgiven for not remembering that tiny sliver of information after what he did last night.
Like a slap in his face, he recalled that he now officially wasn't a virgin anymore. Nervous laughter bubbled up in him and he shook his head. Of all the things he could think off the morning after having sex with his best friend, that was the first thing he thought about.
It was weird; he had always thought he would lose his virginity to his boyfriend once he was ready for it and here he was now: giving it up to his best friend, who didn't have a clue he shagged a virgin, all to ensure that the bloodline could be continued.
At least it was an original way to lose one's virginity, he considered and a weak chuckle escaped his mouth.
Taking a deep breath, he braced himself for the pain and slowly sat up. Damn it, his arse felt like it was on fire. If he would feel like this every time he got laid, he didn't think he would be eager to experience it again.
All right, first thing he would do today was take a Pain relieve potion. He knew he had to be careful now with what kind of potions he took, as to make sure they didn't mix with the fertility potion, but he was certain he had a potion in stock that he was allowed to take. All he had to do was get out of the bed and not fall down.
He groped around on his nightstand to grab his glasses and the back of his hand bumped against something cool in the middle of the nightstand. Frowning, he put his glasses on and turned his head.
A small see through vial was standing on his nightstand with a note folded against it.
Curiosity piqued, he snatched the note and opened it.
In Draco's familiar, cursive handwriting, he had written, 'Considering you mentioned it had been a while for you, I took a Pain relieve potion from my own stock. Don't fret; this particular potion is safe to take in your condition.'
He blinked – how thoughtful of Draco. He grabbed the vial and uncorked it, not wasting any time taking it in, ignoring the incredibly sweet taste of it.
Five seconds later, the potion kicked in and Harry could feel the pain and soreness retreating, making him breathe out in relief.
Slowly he stood up; his legs felt like rubber and he gripped the edge of the nightstand tightly, waiting until he felt steady on his legs again.
Once he was able to take steps without feeling like his legs would give out, he made his way to the bathroom to take a much needed shower. He felt sticky and uncomfortable – a shower would remedy that.
After grabbing a large towel and putting it on the rack next to the shower, he stepped into the shower and the water started pouring down on him. He groaned appreciatively when the hot water hit his tired muscles and he leant his forehead against the cool tiles. A Water Repel charm made sure his glasses were protected from the water, so that he didn't have to take them off.
The glass doors of the shower started to fog up after a while and eventually he started to lather his hair with shampoo that smelled like vanilla.
While he was scrubbing his hair, his thoughts strayed back to last night. It had been initially awkward at first, having sex with Draco and in the beginning of it, he couldn't remember anything else but searing pain. He had known it would hurt, but to be in so much pain … But it had gotten better after a while, which had surprised him. He hadn't expected to feel pleasure from it – he had been focused on the reason of the sex which was to impregnate him. Honestly, he had expected Draco to just take him and be quickly done with it. If it had been awkward for Harry, how bad mustn't it have been for the blond? He was after all the one married to a woman. That he could get it up for a man surprised him. That he was willing to give Harry some foreplay shocked him.
His cheeks burned when he remembered the teasing hands and the fleeting touches of warm lips on his skin. They had felt so good on his skin.
He stepped underneath the showerhead and let the water wash away the shampoo. Reaching out, he felt his bottle of shower gel waiting for him on the small shelf attached to the wall and he grabbed it, squeezing a big dollop of the cinnamon smelling gel on the washcloth. Quickly he started to scrub himself with it, blushing a bit when he washed his arse and that made his thoughts shoot back to last night.
After the water had removed the last remaining soap suds of his body, he stepped out of the shower and started to towel himself dry. He fastened the towel around his hips and crossed the small distance to the sink where he brushed his teeth.
When his toothbrush touched his lips, his mind instantly flashed back to the kiss he had shared with Draco. Staring at his reflection in the mirror, he saw how red his cheeks had got and his eyes were wide in shock.
In an unspoken agreement they hadn't kissed each other on the lips – that act was far too intimate, something meant for lovers. So while their lips had touched each other's skin during the foreplay, they had never reached out to kiss each other on the lips. Harry had had no problem with that.
But then right at the end, Draco had gripped his chin and had kissed him squarely on his mouth; even going as far as thrusting his tongue inside.
Harry squeezed his eyes shut and leant with his hands on the sink, the cold porcelain giving some support.
Why had Draco done that? Why had he suddenly decided to kiss him? Had it happened in the heat of the moment? Had he kissed him without thinking clearly about what he was doing?
That sounded logical, Harry supposed. People sometimes did weird things in the heat of the moment. Kissing your best friend while shagging him to impregnate him probably fell into that category.
But still … Draco had caught him off guard with that kiss. Would Draco mention something about it the next time they met? Should he be the one who started talking about it? Or would they just ignore the whole kiss and go on as if nothing had happened?
The last option would be the easiest and most preferable one if you asked Harry. He could already imagine the awkward atmosphere if they talked about the kiss and he preferred not to experience that. It wasn't like that kiss was more life-changing than the baby would be.
Shaking his head, Harry entered his bedroom again and riffled through the closet to find some clothes to wear. Hermione had asked him last Thursday to have lunch at her and Ron's place, stating that it was high time they did some catching up.
It had indeed been a while since they last really took the time to talk with each other, the dark haired man mused. While he was busy at the hospital, Ron was busy with his job as Auror and Hermione worked as a lawyer – in all the years she had worked in the law department of the Ministry, she had never once lost a case which had made her receive both praise and hatred from the other lawyers. But their jobs made it a hassle for them to meet up to chat.
Dressed in a comfortable cotton shirt and a pair of soft jeans, Harry walked downstairs to eat breakfast. After he had eaten, he would look over the few files he had taken with him from the hospital and then depart to his friends' house.
And - a hand briefly dipped down to touch his stomach - in two weeks he would perform the spell that would let him know whether or not Draco had succeeded in getting him pregnant. Normally the potion should have done its job, but it was best to have official confirmation just in case.
The upcoming nine months would be very interesting to say the least …

AN2: What did you think of it? Please leave your thoughts behind in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me.
See you all in two weeks for the third chapter!
Cuddles
Melissa
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