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The Malfoy Cover	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12438 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Sorry for the long wait! …I got distracted…
Draco opened one eye and yawned. “I hate getting up at the arsecrack of dawn after a night of great sex.” He mumbled, his face buried in the crook of Harry’s neck.
Harry snorted. “You were the one who decided to have our wedding on a Sunday.” He pointed out.
“It’s supposed to be good luck. Sunday is the best day to start new ventures because it’s the beginning of a new week.” Draco smirked. “Now, I think I’m going to figure out just where our marks ended up. Turn over.”
Harry groaned as Draco’s finger prodded his side, but rolled over compliantly.
Draco kissed the nape of Harry’s neck. “Nothing here.” He said lightly.
Harry shivered, moaning softly as Draco’s hands smoothed over his shoulders, pressing lightly, easing the minute tensions he had gained back after the relaxing bath last night.
Draco pressed a line of soft kisses down the top of Harry’s spine, stopping right between the base of both shoulders. “Nothing on the upper back, either.” He whispered, his voice sounding just the slightest bit breathless.
He moved on to the lower back, pulling the blanket down with him. He continued his trail of kisses down Harry’s back, stopping at the base of his spine to suck a small, red hickey into existence. “No permanent marks here.” He said softly, his voice colored with lust.
Harry whimpered when Draco’s hands parted his ass cheeks and hot breath ghosted over his hole. ‘Oh God, if he starts licking me now, I won’t be able to take my robes off all day!’ He thought frantically.
Draco chuckled. “And we can’t have that, can we?” He asked, letting go.
Harry tensed excitedly. ‘Did you just hear my thoughts?’ He wondered, trying to direct the thought at the blond.
Draco frowned. “Hm. I thought you were taking aloud. This could be handy.” He decided, perking up with interest.
Harry sighed. “Weren’t you doing something?!” He snapped playfully.
Draco chuckled. “Right.” He pulled the blanket fully off the brunet and licked a wet trail over the backs of his legs, stopping to kiss and suckle at the soft underside of the knee on his way.
Harry giggled, shifting at the sensation.
Draco chuckled. “Alright, turn over.” He purred.
Harry turned over, and Draco’s smile rapidly faded.
“What?” Harry asked.
His confusion only increased when instead of an answer, Draco’s face rapidly flushed a bright red.
“Oh, Salazar save me.” The blond finally moaned, covering his face with both hands. “Harry, for the next week, we have to bear our marks as proof of our Bonding.”
Harry cocked his head. “Okay, then. Where are they?” He asked.
Draco leaned down and sucked on the spot just above Harry’s right hip, where a small depiction of two crossed wands lay. The wands were very obviously the same ones both of them had gotten in Diagon Alley before coming to Hogwarts. Harry’s was the bottom wand, and Draco’s lay atop it, forming a small ‘X’ shape.
Harry giggled at the ticklish sensation, and then panted, still smiling happily when Draco pulled away.
“So, I’ll just cut off the bottoms of two school uniforms and two regular shirts.” He said lightly.
Draco sighed in disgust. “Yes, but I didn’t want to bare my midriff.” He grumbled. “Even if only the one side.”
*****
Harry sighed, grasping Draco’s hand tightly as he took one more deep, fortifying breath, and opened his bedroom door, proudly stepping out into the Slytherin common room with his mark laid bare for all to see, hand firmly clasped within Draco’s.
Draco felt more than idiotic, with the lower right section of his shirt cut away. He was male, and as such he should not have to wear shirts that bared his midriff!
Harry, however, was working it. He’d draped his skirt dangerously low on the right side, showing more skin than Draco thought was entirely decent as well as the barest hint of his black lace knickers, but Merlin, the other teen looked hot!
Pansy, Millicent and Blaise were waiting for them outside their door. Harry flushed a bit when he found them there, but he let them look him and Draco over until their eyes fell on the bonding marks and they all nodded, Pansy and Millicent grinning.
“Good, then.” Millicent said. “Draco, Celeste, congratulations on your Bonding.” She said.
Blaise nodded to Draco, then turned and led the way out of the common room, the other seventh years forming a circle around Draco and Harry, shielding the couple from view.
Harry glanced at Draco, confused over the odd behavior.
“Tradition.” Draco explained. “When we get to the great hall, Pansy and Blaise will step aside, and we will lead the rest of the way to the Slytherin table. Our house has always had the biggest displays when one of us has a life-changing event occur. It’s a show of solidarity, since we’re so 'misunderstood.'” He joked.
Harry nodded. "Alright, then. Let's go."
Draco grabbed Harry's hand and the whole group started walking as one.
Harry looked around, seeing the others shooting him smiles and nods as they made their way down to the great hall. They never broke formation, Harry and Draco remaining unseen while the whole group managed not to step on each other's feet or stumble.
They entered the Great Hall and, as Draco had predicted, Blaise and Pansy stepped aside in a perfectly choreographed move, Draco and Harry walking forward proudly, hand-in-hand, a slight blush forming on Harry's cheeks.
They stood near the table, the others taking their places, standing until Harry and Draco sat.
It seemed as though all the others houses were staring at Harry and Draco for most of the meal. Harry tried to choke down his food while the older Slytherins teased him and Draco about their wedding night.
Draco just brushed off most of the remarks with a simple: "Well, at least I'm getting a beautiful partner in my bed every night. Even more, she's Bonded to me now." He finished softly, raising Harry's hand to his lips and kissing it.
Harry smiled, resuming his eating, noting that he and Draco were apparently the topic on everyone's tongues, as he caught a few shouted exclamations from the other houses.
Draco just kept chuckling every time he saw Harry blush, and occasionally reaching over to caress the tiny bump that was their child.
'My beautiful wife.' Draco thought fondly, watching Harry licking yogurt off his spoon absently.
As soon as the thought flitted across his mind, Harry turned to him, scowling. "Don't call me that!" He hissed.
Draco's mouth dropped open in surprise. "You heard that?!" He asked urgently.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Of course I heard it, Draco. You were whispering directly into my ear."
Draco smirked smugly. "Actually, love, I was speaking directly into my own mind. You just heard my thoughts." He informed the brunet.
"Really?" Harry asked in shock, having forgotten the earlier incident.
"Truly." Draco affirmed.
"Wow. Wicked!" Harry decided, grinning. "I'll never mess up in Potions again!" He realized.
Draco frowned. "Oi! Just because you can read my thoughts doesn't mean you get to copy my work!"
"What else do you suggest I use the mental link for, hm?" He asked.
"How about this?" Draco purred, sending Harry a mental picture of him kneeling at Draco's feet, hands tied behind his back. He was sucking Draco off, and the blond had both hands fisted in Harry's hair as he thrust in and out of Harry's mouth furiously.
Harry felt himself get harder than a rock. "Oh, Merlin." He whispered.
Pansy groaned. "Honestly, you two can even be obscene at the table. I don't think you're fit to be around civilized people." She said.
Draco smirked at her. "Pansy, love, you're just jealous."
Pansy tossed her hair. "If I wanted to be married by now, I would be." She declared haughtily. "Well, but for one simple matter." She amended, sneaking a glance at the head table under her lashes.
Harry sent Draco a mental picture of him, tied to their bed and blindfolded, while Harry fucked him, first with his tongue, then a dildo, then with his own cock.
After the short sequence of scenes, Draco groaned.
Pansy shot him a disgusted glare. "Honestly, you two! Could you not do that here?! There are children present!" She hissed, indicating the far end of the table, when the first- and second-years were grouped.
Harry flushed. "Sorry." He muttered, returning his attention to his food.
*****
Harry sat at a desk next to Severus' own, at the back of the potions classroom, so as to be well-clear of the smoke from the cauldrons. Today's potion was not dangerous to pregnant persons, but Severus was taking no chances. He was determined that Draco not lose his child, now that he was so happy about it.
Harry was quiet, working on an essay for another class while he let Draco worry about the brewing. Every so often, he would wind his way through Draco's mind, careful not to disturb the blond, to find a piece of information he had forgotten that Draco remembered.
Between the two minds they now had to draw from, neither had any doubts that their N.E.W.T. scores would be at the very least above par with their peers.
Sometimes, though, he found himself yearning for what he used to have.
He missed spending time with the Weasleys, feeling accepted for who he was by at least one family. He missed being able to spend time with Hermione and Ron in public places, and he was even starting to miss Colin Creevey and his infamous camera!
Draco turned to look over his shoulder at Harry, a look of concern on his face. Obviously, Harry had once again been "broadcasting" his emotions, letting them seep through the bond to let Draco feel the same emotions. The yearning must have him worried.
Harry smiled and shook his head. 'I'm fine.' He thought to Draco, deliberately sending the thought into his Bonded's mind. 'Don't get too distracted.'
Draco sighed unhappily, turning back to his potion. 'I wish you weren't so sad. Maybe you can tell a few more people, if you know they can hold their silence.'
'Maybe.' Harry thought, looking back down at his charms essay. 'Hey, what was the first rule of creating new charms?'
Draco's laughter echoed in his head. 'Be careful that you know all possible meanings of the words you are using. Or you may end up with a spell to clean your room that effectively banishes all your possessions forever, like Flitwick once did.'
Harry snorted, then flushed as Severus glared at him. "Sorry, Sir." He mumbled.
"What's so funny, Miss Malfoy?" He asked softly, so as not to disturb the class.
"Mrs., actually." Harry pointed out smugly. "Just remembering Flitwick's words of caution in relation to creating your own spells." He answered, a small smile on his face.
Severus smirked. "Ah, yes. The cleaning spell gone horribly wrong. I was quite impressed with that story myself." He reminisced.
Draco leaned back, a smug feeling radiating down the link. 'Finished.' He informed Harry.
"Um, Sir, Draco's finished with his potion." Harry pointed out to Severus.
Severus smirked and got up to check it. He examined it, then took a moment to inhale deeply. Then, he nodded. "Flawless, as always, Mr. Malfoy. However, it should not have been completed so swiftly. What did you do to accelerate the process?"
Draco smirked. "I added rose hips just before the lacewing flies. It stabilized it and allowed me to add the other ingredients in quicker succession." He cocked his head. "I believe it will also help the unpleasant flavor."
Severus nodded thoughtfully. "A wise move, Mr. Malfoy. I am surprised I never thought of it myself."
Harry felt the smugness and elation increase dramatically from Draco, and he rolled his eyes. 'That's all he needs. A bigger ego.'
'I heard that, Golden Boy! Let me have my moment.' Draco mentally berated him, sending a dark glare over his shoulder for emphasis.
Harry batted his eyelashes innocently at the blond, who just huffed and turned his attention back to Severus.
"Twenty points to Slytherin. You and your wife may leave early to rest for a bit." Severus said, approvingly.
His mind, though, was reeling. 'Rose hips.'
Polyjuice could be made permanent without releasing a deadly amount of toxins, if only there were a way to brew it faster, giving the plants less time to soak, which was what released their deadly poisons into the potion.
Could rose hips, which had to come from plants that had never been touched magically, be the answer he had sought? They were expensive, but he believed that Harry could afford to fund the research, since he hadn't told Severus to stop looking for a way.
He bottled Draco's potion himself, feeling a strange mixture of dread and elation as he watched Draco help "Celeste" gather her things and head back to the common room.
Potter would be delighted if the idea worked, returning him to manhood and saviordom both.
Draco would be heartbroken.
Severus really shouldn't even try it. But he wanted to give Harry the choice to be with Draco on his own, instead of just because he was the only option.
Draco deserved better than a wife he had gotten because he was, literally, the only option she'd had, after all.
Didn't he?
Severus inwardly sighed as class continued on as normal. Were there no easy choices to be had in one's life?
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