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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: Chapter 20; this one came together really easily once I got started, I have started chapter 21, but it is probably going to be a little tricky to get just right. Enjoy.
Warnings: Swearing, slash and Adult themes, sexual content. For full warnings see story description.
Thank you to my beta, AchillesTheGeek.

(Note: This is the updated edited version of the chapter. Updated 30/11/2015)

Pansy dropped a stack of books onto the table in the library where Hermione was working. "I don't suppose you are working on that dreadful potions essay?" the Slytherin asked, as she leaning against the table's edge, trying to steal a glance of Hermione's work.
The bushy haired girl finished off writing the last few words of her sentence, not wanting to lose her train of thought, and then looked up. She couldn't help but stare, blinking slowly in her surprise, when she realised who it was who had spoken to her.
"Erm..." Hermione mumbled, frustrated with her own inarticulacy but not at all sure what to say, and so she just settling for nodding dumbly. It was true that the sixth year Gryffindors and Slytherins were doing a pretty impressive job of getting along for the most part, but this was still the first time that Pansy had taken the initiative to spend time with her, other than when they were with Harry and Malfoy.
"I thought you were the smartest witch in our year," Pansy said with a smirk, crossing her arms over her chest and looking far too amused for Hermione's liking, "I was at least hoping for articulate."
"Funny," Hermione said dryly, with a stern, calculating expression. "I was just a bit surprised you would want, let alone ask for, my help," she explained when Pansy continued to look at her expectantly.
"Well normally Draco would walk me through the concepts, but he is preoccupied canoodling with your best friend at the moment," Pansy told her with an overly dramatic roll of her eyes, as though the idea of what their friends were up to was mildly amusing; perhaps, given the history between the two of them, it kind of was. "I figured that you might be prepared to offer assistance in his place," she suggested, shrugging her shoulders.
"Well..." Hermione said, pausing for a second to give it serious thought, "it would be nice to have a willing study partner for once," she conceded; she was mildly suspicious of the Slytherin girl's friendliness but wasn't about to throw it back in Pansy's face. So Hermione gestured to the open seat next to her..
Pansy looked pleased and quickly moved around Hermione to sit down, dropping herself into a chair next to the Gryffindor as Hermione moved her Advanced Potion Making between them and flicked through to find the page she was looking.
Pansy pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill and looked at the paragraph that Hermione was pointing to. "The key to Golpalott's Third Law is identifying the additional ingredient required to blend the antidotes..." the bushy-haired Gryffindor started to explain, delighted when Pansy simply nodded and began to make notes.
-#-
Ginny leaned against the end of one of the library's many bookcases and frowned as she watched Hermione and Parkinson sitting together down the other end of the library, their heads bent over a shared book; she knew Harry had been encouraging them all to work on their inter-house relations but it was disconcerting to watch in action and she couldn't bring herself to trust the Slytherin girl no matter what Harry had to say on the matter.
Hermione and Parkinson, however, didn’t seem to be finding the situation at all odd, if the rapid, hushed conversation they were having was any indication. The two of them seemed to be debating something, pointing out various pieces of text to back up their points, but there didn't seem to be any malice in the way they were speaking to each other.
Ginny frowned as she moved behind the bookcase and leaned against it, trying to work through her conflicted thoughts. She wanted to get back into Harry's good books and knew the best way to do that was to honour her word and keep her promise to him; but at the same time, that would mean fraternising with Slytherins. She understood why Harry wanted her to give them a chance, given that he was stuck with Malfoy whether any of them liked it or not, but it still rankled.
Glancing back around the bookcase to where Hermione and Pansy were sitting, a smirk formed upon her lips. She would beat the Slytherins at their own game, she decided; after all, it wasn’t as though they had a monopoly on being sneaky.
She would do exactly what she had promised Harry, she would give them a chance, but she would make the most of having her enemies so close and keep an eager eye on them. She was sure that sooner or later they would show their true colours and then she would be there for Harry when they did. That would set things right between her and Harry, she was sure.
Feeling pleased with her new plan of action, Ginny smiled to herself. Of course, there was no time like the present, so she grabbed her book bag from by her feet and threw it over her shoulder as she headed for the table occupied by the two sixth year girls.
“Hi,” Ginny said as she reached the table, plastering a mildly curious expression on her face; it wouldn’t do to appear too keen after all.
Hermione and Pansy both looked up from what appeared, to Ginny, to be a Potions text book, with mildly surprised expressions; clearly they had been so caught up in what they were doing that they had not even noticed her approaching them.
“Oh, hi there, Ginny,” Hermione greeted with a warm smile. “Would you like to join us?” she asked without hesitation, gesturing to the empty seats across from where the two of them were sat.
“If you don’t mind,” Ginny said, consciously making the effort to smile just a tiny bit wider to show she was glad for the offer. “Ginny Weasley,” she said, holding out her hand as she introduced herself to Parkinson; in for a Knut, in for a Galleon, she figured.
“I know who you are,” Pansy told her bluntly, looking both somewhat amused and baffled by the whole situation. “Pansy Parkinson,” she said, introducing herself in return as she took the offered hand and shook it firmly.
Ginny dropped into the seat across the table from the two girls and started to pull out what she needed for her Transfiguration essay. Given that she was going to be stuck in the library playing nice with this Slytherin girl for a while, she was going to at least get some homework out of the way at the same time; hopefully she could persuade Hermione to check it over and maybe even get a higher grade than she was expecting.
“So... what are you studying?” Ginny asked, leaning over her own work to peer at the papers and books spread out in front of the sixth year girls.
Parkinson paused halfway through the note she was making and looked up at Ginny. “Potions,” she told her bluntly, apparently unimpressed by the interruption, before going back to what she was writing. Hermione was looking between the two of them a little anxiously.
“Oh, are you good at Potions?” she asked, doing her very best to sound interested and even a little impressed; she was okay at Potions but it was not a subject that came naturally to her unlike it seemed to for some.
“Not particularly,” Parkinson said, looking up at her with a bemused expression for a moment before going back to her work once more. It had always seemed odd to her that so many people assumed that Slytherin was synonymous with being good at Potions. It was likely due to Snape being their Head of House, but it wasn't as though it was assumed that all Gryffindors were good at Transfiguration.
It was proving much more difficult to attempt to be friendly with the Slytherin girl that Ginny had anticipated but she wasn't giving up yet. “What are...?”
“Ginny!” Hermione interrupted snappishly before the red-head could finish her question. “I am glad to have you sit with us but we are trying to study," she pointed out, gesturing to her half-written essay. "And it looks like you have homework to be doing too,” she added with a nod at the books and parchments that Ginny had taken from her bag.
“Right, of course; sorry,” Ginny apologised with a disarming smile, turning back to her work and ignoring the amused, smug smile that Pansy was barely even attempting to conceal. It hadn't gone as well as she had hoped but at least they hadn't asked her to leave, and so she told herself that she would just have to make a point only to interrupt the other two when she had a question about her own studies from now on.
-#-
Ron was looking for Hermione, not having seen her since breakfast and having grown bored of playing gobstones with Seamus and Dean; he had a fair idea where she was likely to be though and so was making his way towards the library. However, he hadn't expected to find a familiar Slytherin boy standing next to the entrance when he got there.
“Zabini?” Ron asked curiously as he approached the other boy, who was seemingly watching something in the library, a pensive expression on his face.
“Weasley,” Blaise greeted without shifting his gaze away from where he was looking.
“What are you doing?” Ron asked with obvious suspicion as he moved over to stand next to the Slytherin.
“Wondering just how worried we should be,” Blaise explained cryptically with a nod through the doorway to the library, in the direction he was still looking.
Ron followed the other boy's eyeline and quickly spotted the table in question. Surprise was written all over his face as he realised what he was seeing; Pansy Parkinson was sitting with not only Hermione but Ginny too, and it looked like they were actually managing to work together... civilly.
“Shouldn’t we be happy that everyone seems to be getting along?” Ron asked, clearly not believing his own words.
Blaise finally tore his eyes away from the girls to give Ron a withering look. “You think that Pansy and Granger learning to work together is going to end well for anyone other than them?” he asked with a smirk. “Add to that dangerous pairing your devious little minx of a sister and I think we should all be running for cover before this little coven starts hatching any real plans.”
“Don’t call my sister a minx,” Ron scolded, but the effort was half-hearted, his attention on the trio of head-strong women that the Fates had pushed together. He was reticent to start agreeing with any Slytherin but he could definitely understand Blaise's concerns.
“What we looking at?” Harry asked curiously as he and Draco came up behind Ron and Blaise, rather surprised to have found the two of them together; not that he had any intention of discouraging this apparent new-found camaraderie.
“The end of the world as we know it,” Blaise said casually, turning to smirk at the couple that had just joined them; though he couldn't help but roll his eyes when, from the swollen lips and Harry’s even messier than normal hair, it was quite obvious exactly what they had been up to.
Harry looked quite confused by that, while Draco seemed mostly amused by his friend's tendency for overly dramatic statements, and so both peered into the library to see what Blaise was referring to. They easily spotted the odd female gathering at the table across the room.
“That’s great,” Harry said happily, turning back to Ron and Blaise with a pleased smile on his face.
“That looks like trouble waiting to happen,” Draco corrected, continuing to watch the way that Hermione and Pansy seemed to be discussing something quiet intensely, both of them pointing out sections in the book in front of them.
“I really hoped never to have to say this, but I agree with Malfoy on this one, mate,” Ron told Harry, looking quite disgusted with himself. “Ginny and Hermione are deadly pair when it is just the two of them, add Parkinson...”
“...end of the world as we know it,” Blaise finished for him, miming a big explosion, causing both Draco and Ron to chuckle in amusement.
“Oh, come off it,” Harry said incredulously, as he glanced back at the three girls in the library. This was what he had wanted, his closest friends to get along amicably with Draco's, so he really didn't understand the problem. “They are just studying together, what could be the harm in that?”
“It is a really good job you’re gay, Love,” Draco said with an amused expression, patting Harry on the shoulder rather patronisingly, “because you are completely clueless when it comes to women and the dangers they pose.”
“I am not!” Harry insisted, looking slightly offended and crossing his arms over his chest as he glared at his mate. This, however, just caused Blaise and Ron to laughed and Harry turned his steely gaze on them.
“Oh come on, Harry,” Ron said, trying his best not to laugh even more, “even I am not as oblivious as you when it comes to girls and stuff.”
“Damning words, if I ever heard them,” Blaise muttered to Draco under his breath, and the blond snorted with amusement.
“Well I am not going to stand here and spy on our friends,” Harry declared with no small amount of annoyance. “And if this means that Ginny is going to accept the way things are, and sets a precedent for a bit less aggression between houses, then personally I am all for it.”
And with that Harry turned and walked away, leaving the other three to stare after him, looking somewhat stunned at the outburst.
“Well he sure told us,” Blaise muttered, throwing a thoughtful look at the three girls, who were still studying, oblivious to the discussion about them.
Draco sighed. “I probably should go speak to him,” he said, though he made no move to follow his mate. He too let his eyes drift back to the table in the library, mulling over Harry's words.
“Erm, Malfoy...” Ron said hesitantly, watching the blond with confusion. “It will probably be easier to speak with him if you actually go find him,” he pointed out when Draco turned to give him a derisive look.
“Funnily enough, Weasley,” Draco sneered, fanning out his wings impressively, “I am aware of that. However, simply because you aren't going to be the one facing Harry’s foul mood doesn’t mean you have to be quite so hasty to push me over the cliff,” he stated imperiously.
Blaise snorted, far too used to Draco's self-importance to think much of it. “Come on, Weasley, let’s go join the little study group and leave Draco to work himself into a temper to match Potter’s,” he said, gripping Ron’s arm and bodily dragging the rather alarmed looking red-head into the library.
-#-
Harry wasn’t really sure why he was quite so annoyed with the attitude the others had had to the girls spending time together. It wasn't that they had sniggered and made fun of his understanding of girls, he was more or less aware they were probably right on that front and so it really didn't bother him at all.
However, he had been genuinely pleased to see Parkinson and Hermione working together in the library, and perhaps even more significantly, that Ginny was sitting with them and, at the very least, not causing trouble. Only that delight had been dashed pretty quickly when Draco, Blaise and Ron had dismissed, and even made jokes about, what he thought was great progress.
Of course he had no delusions that things between Gryffindors and Slytherins were going to suddenly be straight forward, or that the Ginny was suddenly going to strike up a friendship with any of Draco’s friends, but it was progress. He was sure that it was going to take a lot more for Ginny to even remotely trust them, but the red-head was being true to her word and giving them a chance; for Harry, that was enough for now.
He cursed the absence of his cloak as a strong gust of wind swept across the castle ground, making him shiver. He bit his lip in thought for a moment, glancing over his shoulder at the castle, but he wasn't ready to go back up there just yet.
Instead he pulled out his wings, using a quick spell, which he had finally mastered after much practice, to allow them to pass through the back of his robes without causing damage. He curled the large mass of green feathers around his shoulders. He couldn’t help but smile; he had been kind of perturbed by having wings to start with but now that the shock had long since worn off, he was growing to like them. And they were practical too, it seemed, as he felt himself start to warm up.
He didn't remember making a conscious decision to leave the castle in first place and had more been wandering due to his need to get away from the others for a bit; now that he stopped and thought about it though, he realised that he was half way to Hagrid’s hut. He came to the conclusion that his subconscious mind had probably thought a conversation with the half giant would do him good and so headed off across the grounds.
He ignored a the few looks he was getting from other students, presumably because he had his wings out, and he was just thankful that there weren't many people outside, despite it being the weekend. He rapped on the large door once he reached the hut and smiled as he heard Fang whine pitifully inside.
“Give us a minute,” Hagrid’s gruff voice called out, followed by the sound of wood scraping against the stone floor, which Harry suspected was from the large man pushing his chair back as he got up. A few loud, heavy footsteps later, the door was pulled open.
“Hi,” Harry greeted, looking up at the huge man, a wide grin on his face.
“’Arry!” Hagrid exclaimed happily, obviously surprised to see him standing there, though he did seem honestly pleased to see him, and Harry didn’t miss the way that the half-giant's gaze hung on his wings with eager excitement.
“Got time for a cup of tea?” Harry asked the groundskeeper, knowing him well enough to be sure he wasn't going to be turned away.
“Course,” Hagrid told him, stepping aside to allow him into the small house. Harry folded his wings up behind his back so that he could fit through doorway and headed inside.
Fang was curled up on a rug near the fire and lifted his head to watched Harry cautiously as he entered; the dog whining again when Harry shuffled his wings to make taking the seat Hagrid had offered him more comfortable.
Hagrid stoked the fire burning in the large grate and made quick work of filling the kettle and placing it over the flames. The hut always felt comfortable to Harry, just like Hagrid’s company did he supposed. Maybe it reminded him of the wonder and joy he had felt when the groundskeeper had swept in and turned his life on its head; whatever it was, it calmed his frayed nerves and allowed him to relax.
“You look good,” Hagrid told him, taking a seat in the chair across the table from Harry, the wood creaking somewhat ominously. “Happy,” he clarified, seemingly unconcerned about the stability of his furniture.
“I am,” Harry assured the other man with a smile, thinking about how good things had been with Draco lately, how easy they had come to depend on each other, how much their lives had come to revolve around each other. That thought had the smile faltering though. “Well, mostly,” he amended with a sigh.
Hagrid frowned at that, looking concerned. Although he said nothing, his expression told Harry that he was hoping for an explanation; Harry was grateful that the groundskeeper wasn't pushing for one though.
“I am happy,” Harry reiterated honestly, not wanting Hagrid to worry too much, “it’s just..." He let his words trail off, his face scrunched up in thought as he tried to work out how to explain. "I guess I kind of feel... I don’t know... obligated to make sure everyone else is happy too; like it is my fault if they aren’t every bit as happy as I am with Draco.”
"Don't be daft," Hagrid told him, looking genuinely confused by the confession but was interrupted when the kettle started to whistle. "How could that be your fault?" he asked as he got up to make the tea.
“I guess it isn't really," Harry admitted, "but I still feel guilty that I am so happy with Draco, when our being together makes things so much more complicated for our friends. And they are being great,” he added quickly, not wanting Hagrid to get the wrong idea. “Ron and Hermione have just accepted everything, accepted Draco, more or less without question.”
“They’re your friends, ‘arry; course they accept Draco,” Hagrid told him, as he placed two large mugs of tea on the table and added a plate of dangerously homemade looking biscuits, which Harry knew better than to try to eat. “I would bet they’re even ‘appy for ya and all.”
Harry chuckled softly, appreciating Hagrid putting it so bluntly. “Yeah, you’re right," he told him, thinking fondly of his two best friends. "Ginny is less pleased though,” he added, and even to his own ears he sounded a bit like the petulant child Snape had accused him of being, on more than one occasion.
“Well, it ain’t no secret what she feels for ya,” Hagrid said with a knowing expression that made Harry blush a little, focusing on the cup of tea in front of him rather than looking up at the half-giant. “But you ‘ave none of them obligations to her, ya know," Hagrid pointed out. "She needs to find out her own ‘appiness, and not by costing you yours neither.”
Harry smiled; it seemed that his clever subconscious had known just what he needed after all. It was amazing how much better he was feeling after just a ten minute conversation with the groundskeeper. “Thanks, Hagrid,” he said earnestly.
“Think nothing of it,” the half-giant instructed, with a dismissive wave of his hand and so Harry just gave him a warm smiled and sipped happily at his tea. “So, what’s it like ‘aving wings?” Hagrid asked with unbridled enthusiasm, leaning forward in his chair to peer closely at the array of feathers.
Harry laughed, and began trying to describe their pros and cons as best he could, feeling all the annoyance he had felt before the visit fading away.
-#-
Draco scowled in frustration at having failed to locate his mate. He knew that Harry wouldn’t have gone very far, or at least not off the School grounds, but that still left a large area, which he didn’t have any hope of searching by himself; and he had already exhausted all usual the places he could think of to look for his absent boyfriend.
He wasn’t really sure what was annoying him more, Harry's disappearance or that he had felt the need to try so hard to find him. It wasn’t as though he had any doubts about Harry’s love for him, nor that he would turn up before long, but Draco was somewhat chagrined to discover that not knowing where Harry was left him feeling decidedly uncomfortable.
“Oh dear, the wrackspurts seem to have rather taken a liking to you,” a dreamy voice said from behind him and Draco turned to see the odd, blonde girl who had predicted that his child was a girl skipping along the corridor towards him.
“Erm... excuse me?” Draco said, his brow furrowed with confusion, having no idea what she was talking about; though Harry had said she was a little crazy but still seemed to trust her.
“Wrackspurts," the blonde girl said again, as she came to stop just in front of him, "they are what is making your brain all fuzzy,” she told him, as if such a thing should have been obvious.
“Erm... right...” Draco said slowly, not really any clearer on what she was talking about; if he didn’t know that this girl was a friend of Harry’s then he would have already made a hasty retreat for fear of his safety.
“I would suggest flying, as sometimes that can shake them away, but I suppose that wouldn’t be good for the baby,” she said thoughtfully, though it sounded more like she was talking to herself than to Draco.
However, Draco’s eyes widened in realisation. “Flying," he mumbled to himself. "The quidditch pitch.” He shook his head at his own stupidity; he was surprised that he haven't thought of it before. Harry was probably down by the quidditch pitch, letting off steam.
“Have a nice day, Draco. Say hello to Harry for me when you find him,” the girl said, and she gave him a joyful wave as she skipped off passed him down the corridor.
“I will," Draco called after her. "And thanks... erm...” He trailed off, his brow furrowed in thought as he realised he had couldn't remember what the girl's name was. She really was one of the strangest people he had ever met.
Shaking his head, part in confusion, part amusement, he turned and headed back the way he came, taking the quickest route he knew out of the castle and to the quidditch pitch. However, he was barely out onto the grounds before he spotted just the person he had been looking for heading towards him.
Harry looked mildly windswept and, much to Draco’s delight, he had his wings out. Harry didn’t take them out often, particularly in a public places given his dislike of people fawning over him, not to mention how cumbersome the huge appendages could be; so much so that Draco was actually a bit jealous that Harry had to option to hide his.
Draco paused for a moment, taking in the sight, marvelling at how the sunlight flickering off the various shades of green made Harry look truly magically. ‘Mine,’ he thought smugly.
“Hey, you,” Harry greeted as he approached his mate, and now they were closer it was obvious to Draco that he was smiling.
“Feeling better?” Draco asked, as if he couldn’t see the answer to that written all over Harry's face, his mate's arms wrapping around his waist and pulling him in close.
“Much,” Harry told him, the word sounding close to a relieved sigh, before leaning to steal a chaste kiss. “Were you looking for me?” he asked.
“Was I...?” Draco asked incredulously, unable to even finish his own sentence, instead settling for growling at his and giving Harry's chest a good slap with the back of his hand. “Yes, I was damn well looking for you," he told him huffily, "though granted perhaps it was my own stupid fault for not working out you would be at the quidditch pitch.”
“I was at Hagrid’s actually,” Harry corrected, pulling the clearly miffed blond in closer. He smiled fondly as he felt Draco relax against his chest, his arms holding his mate securely as his fingers brushing against the feathers of his submissive's folded wings.
“Hagrid’s?" Draco asked with confusion, pulling back just enough to look his mate in the eye, though unwilling to break the contact that was giving him gentle tingles of magic. "The groundskeeper and Care of Magical Creatures teacher?”
“Yes, he is my friend,” Harry said sternly, the look he gave Draco an obvious challenge to dare to say anything about the large man. Draco, however, said nothing and just settled for running his fingers against Harry’s wing feathers.
“You know,” Draco said, a contemplative smirk on his face as he tilted his head to look Harry in the eye, “flying really does sound like fun right now.”
“Draco...” Harry said slowly, with a definite hint of regret.
“Oh, I didn’t mean on a broom,” Draco quickly added with a devious smirk, spreading his own wings out behind him.
Harry pulled Draco away from him, holding his half an arm's length away, wanting to be able to look at his mate properly, to see what he was thinking. “You want to fly with your wings?” Harry asked, looking sceptical and anxious.
“Well that is what they are for,” Draco pointed out with an obviously mocking roll of his eyes. “And before you start panicking, you might want to remember you will be there to catch me should anything go wrong... And I promise not to go very high,” he added when Harry still didn’t look convinced.
“I’m not sure that...” Harry started to argue but he was quickly cut off by his mate.
“It’s alright for you,” Draco snapped, starting to get annoyed, “you get to go flying, play quidditch, be team captain! But me? No, I'm not even able to get on a broom without endangering our child,” he pointed out, giving Harry a light shove to get him to release his grip around him. “And you don’t even have to keep your wings out. Do you have any idea what it is like walking around with wings on your back, taunting you about being stuck on the ground?” Draco demanded.
Harry stared at him, blinking in surprise at his boyfriend's rant, not at all sure how they had got to Draco being so angry, so quickly. He supposed that he hadn't really considered how that would be for Draco and he could see the point the blond was trying to make; he could only imagine how frustrated he would be feeling in Draco's shoes.
“I had no idea it meant so much to you,” Harry told him softly, reaching out and taking Draco’s hand in his own. “Why didn’t you say something before?” he asked. He had thought that they were doing a good job of being open and honest with each other.
“I... I don’t think I realised,” Draco said slowly, letting out a sigh as he leaned against Harry's chest again and releasing his hands so that he could wrap them around Harry’s waist. “I wasn’t hiding it or anything,” he assured him.
Harry chuckled, running his fingers through Draco's hair, enjoying their closeness. “Okay, good," he said, "because you promised not to hide from me, remember?” he teased.
“Yeah, yeah, I remember,” Draco said, hiding his smile against Harry's chest, enjoying the affection he was getting from his mate; Harry was pretty good at pampering, Draco had to admit, though he wasn't going to say so out loud. “So can we?" he asked after a few moments.
Harry let out a slow breath as he mulled it over. He wasn’t exactly keen on the idea of letting his pregnant boyfriend go flying but Draco was right, he would be there just in case. At least this way Draco wouldn’t try to sneak off and learn to use his wings on his own, when Harry wouldn’t be there to help.
Making up his mind, he tipped Draco's head to look at him; it seemed that Harry’s agreement was written on his face because Draco was grinning up at him happily, in a way that he never would in front of most people, before Harry had a chance to say it out loud. The blond just continued to look pleased with himself as he leaned up and pressed their lips together, making Harry wonder if it had just been Draco's plan to distract him, as the dominant's thoughts became hazy with the desire in their kiss and the gentle sensations of the magical transfer.
Reluctantly, Harry pulled himself from their kiss. “Come on then, you,” he said, rolling of his eyes at his boyfriend's enthusiasm and, taking Draco’s hand, he led them off towards the quidditch pitch.
“Where are we going?” Draco asked, though he didn’t show any hesitance in allowing Harry to all but drag him across the grounds.
“I thought you wanted to fly,” Harry reminded him, turning to walk backwards so that he could smirk at his mate. “I figured we should go somewhere a little more isolated, so the first time you try this it isn't here, in full view of the school,” he pointed out, gesturing towards the castle shadowing over them.
“Are you implying I won’t succeed first time?” Draco asked with mock horror, as Harry turned back around and picked up their pace.
“I have complete faith in your ability to hide any mistake that you might ever make,” Harry said, letting out a joyful laugh.
“Hey!” Draco protested as they made their way onto the empty pitch; though, truthfully he was almost a little flattered by his boyfriend's remark.
Harry just laughed again, coming to a stop and pulling Draco into his arms again. “I am just teasing, love,” he assured the blond, stealing another kiss when Draco’s pouting lips proved to be just too tempting.
The quidditch pitch was large and empty and, more importantly, surrounded by stands that towered high all around them. Harry was hopeful that they would keep them sheltered from the unwanted prying eyes, which would have otherwise sought them out. Harry also hoped that they would keep Draco from flying off too far once they got into the air, because he suspected that it would be far too easy to get carried away.
“Okay," Harry said sternly, looking his mate in the eye to make sure he had Draco's full attention, "one rule if we are doing this, you do not fly beyond the stands,” he told his boyfriend, glancing up at the raised seating all around them.
Draco nodded without hesitation and Harry was fairly sure that his Slytherin was only just managing to keep himself dancing from foot to foot with impatient excitement; he found it rather endearing, but since he knew full well that he would have been even more excited, had their places been reversed, he said nothing about it.
“And by beyond, I do mean no going higher than them either,” Harry added with a fond smile, wanting to make that perfectly clear. He wanted this for Draco but the Erote part of his brain, the part that tended towards obsessively protective, was putting him on edge.
Draco rolled his eyes over-dramatically. “I am not some child you need to babysit, Harry,” he pointed out with exasperation. It definitely irked him somewhat that he felt the need to have Harry's approval for this at all but he was glad to have his mate there, because, deny it as he might, he did have his own anxieties about what he was about to try and do.
“I am aware," Harry told him seriously, not sounding very amused at all. "You are, however, carrying our child,” he pointed out, not that it was something he thought Draco was likely to forget.
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Draco conceded, sounding defeated, which was not at all the reaction Harry had been going for.
“Draco,” Harry said gently, hoping that he hadn't ruined this for his mate before they had even started. “I will make sure nothing happens," he promised. "I want you to enjoy this.”
“Catch me if I fall,” Draco demanded happily, kissing Harry quickly before spreading his wings and jumping.
Harry’s breath caught in his throat for a second when the blonde left the ground, however, flying seemed to come as instinctively to Draco as it had to Harry all those months before, when he had flown across the Great Hall. As he tried to convince his heart to calm back down, he watched with pride as his stunning mate flew with his wings for the first time.
He waited only a few moments before the desire to join Draco became too much, as so he spread his own wings and felt out for the magical currents, and before he knew it he was following Draco up into the air. It suddenly seemed like complete madness that they hadn’t done this before, that they had waited this long to fly with their wings like this, let alone fly together.
Harry easily caught up with Draco, given the blond wasn't trying to fly particularly quickly, and flew around him, letting his fingers trail over his mate's arse teasingly as he passed.
“Oi!” Draco yelped loudly, turning to glare at his boyfriend.
It was hard to hear, as the wind blew around them, but Harry’s grin said everything and made Draco roll his eyes and laugh. It was easy to forget their troubles when up in the air; flying had always been freeing for Harry and this felt even more pure than when using a broom, and then sharing it with Draco... It was magical, literally.
They flew and flipped, turned and barrel rolled, glided and revelled in the bliss that was the wind in their feathers. Even with the wind against their ears they could hear each other's joyful laughter. Harry had always thought Draco's wings were beautiful but seeing them in action was something else altogether. Draco was having similar thoughts about Harry's and was currently struggling a little with the fact that his trousers were fitting him a lot less comfortably than they had been earlier.
They stayed up there for the best part of half an hour but by that point Draco was getting tired and so he landed carefully, Harry following him back down to the ground only a few seconds later.
"That was amazing!" Harry exclaimed happily, a huge grin on his face as he hurried over to his mate and pressed a kiss to Draco's temple. "I am so glad you suggested it." He couldn't believe how relaxed he felt, and threw his arm over Draco's shoulders as the two of them headed off the pitch and started back towards the castle.
"Well maybe you will learn to not question my wisdom in future," Draco said snobbishly but the smile twitching at the corner of his mouth belied the arrogance.
"Harry!" a familiar voice called out and the two of them looked up from their shared moment to see a rather flustered looking Lupin, hurrying across the grounds, with Tonks just a few paces behind him.
"Lupin, Tonks," Harry greeted happily, either oblivious to or ignoring the annoyed expression on the man's face. "What's going on? Is everyone okay?" he asked, looking between the two of them for answers, now he realised just how stressed the werewolf looked.
"Nothing, everyone's fine," Lupin told him a little irritably. "But where were you?" he demanded to know.
"Oh, we were just at the quidditch pitch, it's fine," Harry said casually, with a shrug, "we didn't leave the grounds or anything."
"It's not fine, we had no idea where you were!" Lupin exclaimed, calming a little when Tonks put her hand on his arm. "We are supposed to protect you."
"We couldn't find you, and then when none of your friends seemed to know where you were either..." Tonks explained, and Draco nodded his understanding. Harry, however still looked a bit baffled by the whole situation.
"How are supposed to protecting you if you insist on heading off on your own and disappearing without telling anyone?" Lupin asked, starting to feel less stressed now that he could see that Harry and Draco were perfectly safe but wanting to make sure this didn't happen again.
"But we didn't disappear," Harry snarled, as his temper began to rise, "we were on the school grounds, well within all the wards. We just went flying, we were fine," he insisted.
"Flying? Is that safe for the baby?" Tonks asked in a whisper.
"Not on broomsticks, with our wings," Draco explained quickly, trying not to be offended that she would think that either he or Harry would endanger their own child like that.
"Harry!" Lupin said, apparently annoyed about that as well. "You went flying with your wings? I thought you were trying to keep a low profile."
"We went to the quidditch pitch," Draco snapped, feeling his temper starting to build as well. "No one saw us."
"And it isn't like the other students haven't seen our wings before anyway," Harry pointed out. "They all know we are together and, to be honest, right at this moment I can't think of a single good reason to even try to hide what we are any more," he ranted, pissed off that his good mood had been spoilt.
"You-Know-Who will..." Lupin tried to point out, but Harry had had enough.
"Voldemort can go fuck himself!" he yelled in a fit of rebellion. "That... man can't get to us here and is still going to hunt me whether he knows about me being an Erote or not. And it is hardly a secret about me and Draco, so he has probably heard about that already too."
"Harry has a point, and even if he hasn't heard yet, he will soon," Draco added calmly, his hand automatically going to his belly. "Once people realise I am pregnant, that is going to hit the papers quickly."
Tonks and Lupin were just staring at the pair of them like they were crazy, neither of them really sure what to say to that. Harry and Draco weren't wrong but that didn't mean that it was wise to be so careless with their secret.
"I know you will probably hate this idea," Harry said hesitantly, turning to his boyfriend as his nervousness eased some of his earlier anger, "but maybe we should talk to the papers. At least that way we would get to control what is said; a pre-emptive strike, so to speak."
Draco cocked his head a little, looking thoughtful for a moment as he considered the suggestion, ignoring the fish impression that Lupin seemed to be currently doing as the man apparently completely failed to find words. "That's actually a pretty good idea," Draco agreed, sounding impressed.
"Well you don't have to sound quite so surprised about it," Harry teased, reaching out and taking Draco's hand. "Come on, I am sure our friends will want to be involved in working out what to tell everyone. Catch you later," he said to Tonks and Lupin as he and Draco headed off.
Draco chuckled. A plan, plans were good, Draco was definitely a fan of nice, well thought out plan; and the ones which Harry took control of were even better, not least because powerful I'm-in-charge-here-Harry was surprisingly sexy.
As Harry and Draco quickly made their way back towards the castle hand-in-hand, Lupin couldn't help but feel that that discussion had gone way off the rails somewhere along the line. The young couple were really not doing good things for his health; he wasn't sure he had worried this much since his school days of trying to keep James and Sirius from getting themselves or someone else killed.
"You should worry less, dear," Tonks told him, leaning into his side, nudging him to get his attention.
Lupin turned to look at her. "That is my best friend's baby boy; do you think I would ever forgive myself if something happen to him or his young family?"
"Exactly, they're young, let them have fun," Tonks suggested, actually feeling rather impressed by how the two of them were handling the whole situation for the most part. "Harry isn't stupid, he isn't going to put Draco in any situation that he isn't sure is safe; trust him, trust them both."
Lupin frowned; he didn't like it, not one bit, and he was terrified that he would fail Harry the same way he failed Sirius, James and Lily. He had failed them all, he even failed Peter in a way. He wouldn't fail Harry too, he couldn't.
"We will protect him... protect them; I promise," Tonks said, leaning up and pressing a kiss to his cheek. "You'll see; it'll be okay."
Lupin did his best to ignore the obvious attentions that Tonks was giving him but his traitorous body flushed his cheeks red without his permission. She was young, too young for him, and he knew it, but he couldn't deny that she was really something quite special.

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Qwerty ,Diana, Akari-Seikatsu, Goofys_angle_baby_x3, shiibana, Ichigopudding, acherongoddess – Thank you
LeaniaSTL – We get to see some of Severus’ vulnerabilities, which is why he lashed out at Harry. Thank you for the corrections, there were rather an embarrassing number in that last chapter.
Delia Cerrano – It was progress of sorts, that’s for sure; it will take a little while before they can truly be a family, but getting there slowly.
Nari-chan – Thank you for your corrections. Wow to them reminding you of your family. They all need to learn to be a bit more tolerant of each other if they are ever going to learn to be a family unit, but it is a good first step. I really loved that Harry and Snape moment.
ChaosLady – I think they are mostly more the pretend it never happened and move on types, rather than apologising.
Meechypoo64 – Considering how badly it could have gone, it didn’t go too badly, but agreed it was never going to go perfectly first time.
Mercy Janelle – Lucius was just being Lucius, he wasn’t even particularly terrible, I agree, but Draco was expecting him to misbehave and was already feeling emotional, so it didn’t take much to set him off, and everything spiralled from there, it was definitely not all Lucius’ fault as much as the others would like to believe that. Glad you like the story.
Jan – Things will improve eventually, it is just going to take a little time and effort for all parties involved.
AR – Glad you are enjoying it, it will be Ron/Hermione eventually, but it won’t be a big part of the story. The Ministry is just being nosey about Harry and trying to control everything as always, nothing more sinister than that. I will be doing stuff with the Horcruxes, but not sure if the hallows will work their way into the story at all. We will find out a bit more about Voldemort in a few chapters time probably. Yes it will be long and slow moving through-out. (It is moving even slower than I originally planned)
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