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The Arrangement	By : nekluvshp Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5227 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It was August 29^th and Harry was lying on his bed, watching the light fade from his room and rubbing his belly. Eric had just left after receiving his good night kiss. He hadn’t tried anything else since the one time he attempted to give Harry a hand job through his pants.

The conversation Harry's aunt and cousin were having floated in through the door that Eric had never bothered to close when he left. He allowed the sound to go in and out of focus in his mind until he heard the doorbell ring.

There was a pause in the speech and then the sound of Petunia’s shoes clacking across the overly polished kitchen floor. The door was opened but Harry couldn’t hear what was being discussed.

“Boy, get down here!” His aunt’s shrill voice pierced the relative silence around him. With a sigh, Harry stood and cast the glamour on his stomach before heading out of his room.

When he was near the bottom of the stairs, Harry glanced up at the door to see who was looking for him. He only needed to see the white-blonde hair to know exactly who it was and for him to freeze with his foot in mid-air as he descended the last step.

Not wanting to spend so much time in close proximity with two wizards, Mrs. Dursley hurried back to the kitchen when neither boy said anything.

“Draco.” Harry finally choked out. The young Malfoy was across the hall in two seconds flat.

“Harry.” He whispered as he held the brunette tightly and kissed his temple.

Harry suddenly pulled out of his grip, wide-eyed, and said quietly, “Not here.” He took a hold of Draco's hand and dragged him up the stairs to his bedroom.

Once the door was closed and locked behind them, Harry threw himself into Draco's embrace and began sobbing into his chest.

Softly shushing him, Draco gently rubbed Harry's back and took him over to the bed. They sat down, Harry on his lap, and waited as he cried himself out.

“Why didn’t you reply to my letter?” Harry asked sometime later, the sun almost completely gone now.

“I had it for a week before I even read it. I was too afraid that it was rejection from you. When I finally did read it, I immediately started looking for a solution and completely forgot about writing you back.” Draco explained.

Looking hopeful, Harry asked, “Did you find anything?”

With a sad sigh Draco replied, “No. Mum, Dad, and I searched through almost every law book we could find in our library. I haven’t slept properly in nearly three weeks.”

“I’m sorry.” Harry whispered guiltily.

Draco rested his head on top of Harry's. “I’m the one who should be sorry. I should have written back the moment I remembered but I didn’t want to stop looking.”

“At least you tried.” He said, glancing up from the blonde’s chest.

“Not nearly hard enough.” Draco sighed. A thought suddenly occurred to him and he pulled Harry off his lap so they were sitting next to each. Turning toward the brunette and glancing at his stomach, he asked, “Didn’t you say you’re pregnant?”

Harry reached for his wand on the nightstand and removed the glamour. His shirt tightened as his stomach grew. At nearly six months, he was more the half the size he would be by the end.

“I didn’t start getting bigger until I was already here.” Harry explained. “Half way through July, I woke up one morning and it was just kind of there. Since then, it hasn’t stopped growing.” He pulled up his shirt, exposing the bump. “I just put two and two together from what Eric told me. He reminds me every single day what he wants me for.”

A pale hand came to rest on Harry's belly. “About the time I wrote you, I started getting fluttery feelings. Now they’re becoming pretty solid kicks. Dr-Draco…” Both boys looked up from the baby bump into each other’s eyes, tears flooding the green ones. “I don’t want it to die.”

Draco’s hand left Harry’s stomach and both of them came up to cup his face. “I will NOT let that happen.” He stated as he wiped away the tears that were now falling from his beloved’s eyes. “I don’t care what I have to do. I’ll convince him to let you carry it to term so that I can raise it. Even if that means we can never see you again, I won’t let your baby be killed by that man.”

“It’s your baby too. And I don’t want that to happen either.” Harry sniffled and buried his face in Draco's chest again.

“Neither do I.” Draco said softly, “But it may be our only option.”

It was silent for a while as they each tried to think of any possible way to get Harry out of the contract, keep the baby alive, or preferably, both.

Finally Draco just decided to get their minds off of it and broke the silence with, “You said you can feel it moving now. Can I?” He asked, putting a hand back on Harry's belly.

“It hasn’t moved for a while now. I think it’s asleep and I’d rather it stay that way for a while. It seems to think my bladder is a punching bag and every time I get hit there, I have to rush to the bathroom.” Harry softly replied as one of his hands joined Draco's.

“Will you tell me if he wakes up?”

Harry tilted his head back and gave the blonde a small smile. “Of course and… he?”

“Or she. I just think it’s weird calling the baby “it”.” Draco replied as he lay back on the bed and pulled Harry down with him.

With his head on the blonde’s chest, Harry snuggled as close as he could get into Draco's side and breathed, “Why does the bad stuff always happen to me?” It was a good twenty minutes later before either of them spoke again.

Harry suddenly broke the silence with a groan and whined, “I was almost asleep.”

“Is something wrong?” Draco asked as he gazed down at the mop of dark hair resting on him.

“Yeah, something’s wrong. Your child woke up and is trying to play hacky sack with my kidney.” Harry replied with a small yawn.

Immediately, one of Draco’s hands flew to Harry’s belly and began feeling for any movement. A few seconds later, he felt a soft thump under his hand.

“Amazing.” Draco whispered in awe. “I’ve never felt a baby kick before.”

“Really?”

Draco felt another bump. “Well, I don’t have any aunts or uncles and I’ve never known anyone while they were pregnant.” He replied.

“Me neither.” Harry brought his hand to Draco’s and waited for the familiar bumping against his palm.

“Harry…” Draco sighed softly, not entirely sure what he wanted to say.

The raven-haired boy in question glanced up at the pale face above him. “Hmm?”

Instead of words, Draco captured the other boy’s lips in a gentle kiss.

“I love you, Draco.” Harry murmured a moment later when the pair pulled apart to breathe.

“I love you, too.” The blonde replied just as quietly before kissing Harry breathless once more.

As the two continued to make-out, clothing was slowly shed until they were naked and writhing together.

“I want you.” Harry muttered against his lover’s mouth.

Draco had no trouble complying with this request. “Lie down, love.”

Harry rolled onto his back and spread his legs apart to give Draco access to his most intimate place.

“Wand, wand, where’s my wand?” Draco sing-songed as he looked for the thin piece of wood amongst their discarded clothes.

Once found, Draco settled himself on his knees between Harry’s quidditch toned thighs. He quickly cast a pair of familiar spells. One to stretch the awaiting entrance and one to lubricate it. He also cast a silencing charm on the room.

“Ready, love?” He asked, stroking his own erection a few times.

“Yes.” Harry hissed, watching the erotic scene before him.

Immediately, Draco pressed the head of his cock against Harry’s pucker, the ring of muscle giving way instantaneously. He slowly pushed forward until their hips were flush against each other. Then he waited a moment for the other boy to get used to the intrusion.

“Fuck me, Draco.” Harry finally commanded.

The blonde chuckled but complied.

“Ooohh.” Harry moaned when his prostate was expertly struck almost at once.

Draco set a hard, slow pace and Harry met his thrusts with equal fervor.

“Faster, baby, please. More!”

Being pregnant, Harry was hornier than he’d ever been in his entire life.

“Yes, Harry.” Draco moaned loudly and followed his lover’s request.

Far too soon, Draco was filling Harry with his seed while Harry’s splashed against both of their stomachs.

Retrieving his wand once again, Draco cleaned them up before making himself comfortable in Harry’s embrace.

“I’ve missed you so much.” Harry mumbled against a pale chest.

Draco smiled down at his lover. “I’ve missed you, too.” He kissed Harry’s temple.

“It’s getting late.” Harry stated, glancing at the clock on his nightstand and noticing that it was after six. “You need to go.”

“Why? What’s wrong, love?”

Harry looked away. “He’ll be here soon to give me a good night kiss.”

Draco’s arms unconsciously tightened around the body within them. “It’s not right.” He seethed.

“I know it’s not.” Harry reiterated. “But there’s nothing we can do right now.”

Draco suddenly sat up, the dark-haired boy still in his arms. “I’m not giving up. I still have a day to figure this out.” He insisted.

The pair fell silent as Draco finally extracted himself from the bed and began to redress himself. Harry joined him in his task.

“I’m not ready to leave.” Draco stated, fully clothed once more.

“Me neither.” Harry added as he pulled his shirt over his head. They both looked down at the fabric stretched over his belly.

A moment later, it was gone as Harry cast a glamour over himself.

Draco drew his brows together. “I don’t like that.” He stated his disproval over the disappearance of his child.

“It’s necessary though.” Harry sighed.

The blonde nodded his understanding.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” Harry asked, almost choking on tears.

“Absolutely.”

Harry stood in his window, watching Draco’s retreating back only to note a familiar car already parked outside the house. He watched as Eric exited the vehicle and walked up the sidewalk.

Draco stopped and the two seemed to share a few words before the blonde continued on his way, likely to look for a safe point to apparate from.

“Friend of yours?” Eric asked upon entering Harry’s bedroom.

“Yeah.” Harry flatly replied.

“He seemed nice. What did he want?”

Blatantly keeping his attention off the other man, Harry replied, “He is and he just wanted to offer his congratulations.”

“Is he coming tomorrow?” Eric asked next.

He came today. Harry couldn’t keep the small grin off his face at this own thoughts. “I hope so.” He finally replied out loud.

Eric gave Harry a funny look. “You seem different today, Harry.” He stated.

“I’m… sorry.”

“Don’t get me wrong,” Eric started as he took a seat on Harry’s bed. “You seem happier today than usual. Excited for tomorrow?”

Harry finally turned to look at the man he was being forced to marry. “Something like that.”

Eric patted the space next to him and Harry slowly moved to fill it. “This is the last innocent kiss before we’re married, Harry.” He said before his lips descended upon the boy’s.

For the umpteenth time, Harry remained motionless.

Finally, Eric pulled away and stood up. “I’ll be here in the morning with your wedding attire.” He said as he walked toward the door. “Then I have a hair and manicure appointment for you. Okay?”

Harry nodded and Eric left.

~!~

“Yes! Yesyesyesyesyesyes yes!” Draco shouted and rose from his seat.

Lucius entered the manor library a moment later. “What is it, Draco?”

“I finally found what we need!” He bellowed and marked the page in the book he was reading. “I need to get ready.”

~!~

Harry stared at reflection in the mirror of his dressing room and tugged at his robes. They were white trimmed with gold. Traditional bridal robes, he was told. He had no idea what Eric would be wearing.

“I’m not ready for this.” He murmured to himself. A sudden knock on the door had Harry starting. “Come in.”

A familiar head of bushy, brown hair followed by red entered the room.

“Ron, Hermione!” Harry shouted. The trio ran to each other and embraced.

“Harry, you look lovely in your bridal robes.” Hermione said.

“Yeah, congratulations, mate. We just don’t get why you never told us about this guy.” Ron added.

Harry look became crestfallen.

“Oh, what is it, Harry? Cold feet.” Hermione asked her friend caringly.

“The coldest.” Harry replied stone-faced.

“What’d ya mean?”

Before replying, Harry locked the door and cast a silencing charm. Then he quickly told them the story of how his uncle sold him to this man.

“Oh, Harry, that’s awful. Why didn’t you tell us?” She asked with slightly damp cheeks, having teared up during Harry’s narrative. Ron’s face was red with anger.

“I didn’t want you to worry about me, especially since there’s nothing we can do about it.” Harry explained.

“There has to be something-”

Harry shook his head harshly, interrupting his friend’s words. “Draco already-”

“Draco?” Both Ron and Hermione interjected suddenly.

Harry smiled a bit at the thought of his blonde lover. He forgot though, Hermione and Ron didn’t know about his relationship with Draco either. Neither of them had thought their friends would take it well and they had agreed to keep it a secret for a while.

“Draco and I… we’re in love.” He stated simply. Then he explained the true nature of his relationship with the young Malfoy, though he chose to leave about the bit where he got pregnant. He didn’t want to put his friends into shock.

“…And he’s been looking for a way out of the contract ever since.”

“That’s so sweet.” Hermione gushed.

“That’s so weird.” Ron stammered. “How can you be with a Malfoy?”

Harry gave his friend a hard look. “He’s not the same git he was in first year, Ron. He… he’s changed.”

“Hey, whatever floats your boat, Harry. As long as he’s good to you, I’m good.” Ron explained.

“He is good to me.” Harry said with a cheesy grin.

Just then another knock sounded throughout the room. Harry got up to answer the locked the door.

“Yes?”

A young witch Harry recognized as the wedding planner said, “It’s almost time, Harry.”

“Okay. I’ll be right out.” He made to shut the door again, but was quickly stopped.

“Also, Eric wants you to take this potion.” She produced a vial of dark blue liquid.

Harry took it from her and asked warily, “What is it?”

“It’s a mood-evening potion. Usually it’s for pregnant witches or wizards, but Eric is afraid you’ll become emotional during the ceremony. So he’d like you to take it.” She explained in a rush.

“Oh, okay.” He said and unceremoniously shut the door in the woman’s face.

“It’s time.” He told Ron and Hermione as he made his way back to them. He set the potion aside, opting not to take it.

The trio walked to the door together.

“I’m so sorry, Harry.” Hermione murmured, tears building in her brown eyes.

Ron clapped him on the shoulder and gave him a sad look.

Holding hands, Harry’s friends made their way from the room.

Harry followed slowly behind them and went to stand at his mark to wait for the music to begin with no small amount of trepidation.

“Ready, Harry.” The wedding planner quietly asked him as she walked up to him once more.

Not trusting his voice, Harry managed a small nod.

“Alright, here we go.” She walked around the corner and not a moment later soft, classical music began to fill the air.

Harry took a deep breath and walked around the corner into the main hall, his eyes immediately assaulted by the bright light of the room.

Every eye was on Harry as he made his way down the aisle toward his unfortunate intended. The dark-haired boy noted his friends amongst the hundreds of strangers but try as he might, he could not locate the blonde hair that belonged to his lover.

He didn’t come. Harry thought sadly, trying to keep his tears back. Maybe he gave up or just couldn’t watch me given away to another man.

After what felt like an eternity, Harry reached the altar where Eric took a hold of his hand with a breathtaking smile, breathtaking to the rest of the room, at least. He was wearing a set of robes similar to Harry’s only his were black with silver trim.

As the music quieted down and the occupants of the room retook their seats, the official spoke up. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the union between these two lovers, Harry and Eric…”

Harry couldn’t help but to tune out the rest of the introduction. His attention was currently focused on trying not to cry.

“Harry… Harry…”

“Huh?”

“He’s just a little nervous.” Eric explained to the crowd with a playful smile. A few people laughed.

“I said: do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?” The official reiterated.

“Oh, uh, yes, I do.” Harry responded somberly.

“And do you, Eric, take Harry to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do.”

The official closed his book. “It’s time to exchange the rings.”

Together, both males reached into their robes to pull a ring out of an inner pocket. Harry’s hand grazed the contract as he did so. He always kept his copy on him, just so he could check and see if it was destructible yet.

Hands shaking, Harry held out his left for Eric to slide his ring on before performing the same action on the other man.

With a smile, the official announced, “I now pronounce you partners for life. You may k-”

“WAIT!” A voice suddenly shouted from the back of the room.

Harry and Eric, along with most of the room, snapped their attention toward the one who spoke and Harry smiled a real, breathtaking smile. Eric however, looked ready to kill.

Draco Malfoy, quickly followed by Lucius and Narcissa, marched his way down the aisle toward the almost married pair.

“You can’t marry him.” Draco stated smugly to the red-faced Eric.

Anger dripping from his voice, Eric said, “I can and I’m going to. I paid for him.”

“Irrelevant.” The blonde said as he pulled a torn out book page from his pocket. He handed the parchment over to Harrison and said, “Read the circled passage.”

Eric did so and everyone watched as his brows slowly rose until they had nearly disappeared into his hair. He laughed nervously. “So, Harry’s not pregnant.”

Draco turned a soft smile on Harry. “I think now’s the time, love.”

With a smile of his own, Harry pulled out his wand and dropped the glamour on his body. The robes on his body stretched around the large belly that suddenly appeared.

Several gasps were heard throughout the room. One woman even fainted.

“This…” Draco laid a hand on Harry’s pregnant stomach. “…is mine.” He then turned his attention to Harry. “He can’t marry you if you’re already pregnant with someone else’s child.” He explained. “It took forever to find because I was looking in marriage law books and I barely found this as a side-note in a pregnancy law book for witches.”

“The contract is null and void.” He loudly announced to the room, especially Eric.

Hearing these words, Harry pulled his copy of the contract from within his robes and tore it to pieces. “Ha!” He exclaimed.

“You. Little. Slut.” Eric raised his arm in a clear attempted to back hand Harry, but Draco reacted faster and punched the man in the mouth.

“Don’t you dare touch him again.” Draco seethed.

Eric wiped blood from his lip. “You ruined everything!” He screeched.

“What did I ruin?” Draco asked sarcastically. “Your plan to legally rape Harry?”

Gasps sounded around the room once more.

“That’s right.” Draco announced to the room. “Everything you’ve read in the papers and magazines has been a lie. Harry didn’t want any of this. He was sold when he was sixteen.”

More gasps and two more women fainted.

Harry suddenly threw his arms around his blonde lover. “Thank you so much, Draco.” He cried.

“Shh. Shh. It’s alright now.” The blonde returned the gestured. “Let’s go home.”

“With you?” Harry asked hopefully.

Draco laughed lightly. “Of course, with me, love.”

Harry then pulled Draco down for a sweet kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”
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