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The Zabini Cover	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 45212 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Draco woke up, stretching, then froze, sucking in a quick breath as his eyes misted over with tears of pain. Oh, but he ached, and burned, and hurt something awful!

Harry was awake, watching him smugly. “And if you heal yourself, I’ll just hurt you worse tonight.” The brunet whispered coldly, getting up and striding into the bathroom without a backward glance.

‘Okay.’ Draco thought morosely. ‘I deserved that. But, shit! I think Harry broke my arse!’ “It really hurts!” He called pitifully through the open bathroom door as he heard Harry relieving himself and then brushing his teeth, no response forthcoming.

After a few minutes of silence, Harry came back out. “And it will continue to hurt for most of the day, I expect. Deal with it. It’s a lesson I intend for you to remember.”

“Merry fucking Christmas to you, too.” Draco snarled under his breath.

Harry turned, smiling sweetly at him. “Is it really that horrible?” He asked.

Draco tried to sit up, and cried out, stilling. “Yes!” He snapped.

Harry frowned. “Alright.” He grabbed his wand and cast a healing spell, albeit a weak one.

Draco sighed in relief as most, but not all, of the pain subsided, and he was able to get out of bed and walk to the bathroom with only enough discomfort to barely alter his gait. “Thank you.” He called out as he turned from the toilet to get his toothbrush.

Harry appeared in the doorway, his eyes shining brightly, one greener than the other, as he had only managed to finish half of his make-up. “Keep in mind how ruthless I can be when you royally piss me off, Draco. And consider your actions carefully in the future.” He warned. “I still love you as much as ever.” He said reassuringly, swatting Draco on his bare arse as he went back into the bedroom to listen to Draco’s mirror compliment him on his choice of eye shadow.

Draco smiled. ‘He even looks cute with half his face made up.’ He thought fondly.

Draco came back out of the bathroom in time to see Harry pulling his curls up, putting them into a ponytail and leaving a few ringlets free around his face. Harry smiled at him. “You’re walking funny.” He said in an amused tone.

“Oh, am I?” Draco asked sarcastically. “Well, my fiancé was a bit brutal last night, and I think he was trying to break my arse. Damn near succeeded.” He said lightly.

Harry raised his eyebrows. “Is that so? What did you do to deserve that?!” He asked.

Draco smirked. “I was an insensitive idiot.”

“Twice.” Harry added firmly. “I could have forgiven once.”

Draco sighed. “Yeah, yeah, I know.”

*****

Harry smiled at Narcissa, taking his place at the table, Draco sitting—carefully—next to him.

Narcissa raised her eyebrows. “I know who you are. You don’t have to wear a dress, Harry.” She said in amusement.

Harry shrugged, loading his plate with eggs and ham. “I actually like wearing girl’s clothes now. They feel good.” He said simply.

“So this is going to be a lifestyle for you?” She asked curiously.

Harry nodded. “Yeah. I always go out as a girl, anyway.”

“Are you going to have your children refer to you as ‘Mother?’” Narcissa asked.

“Mother!” Draco snapped, scandalized.

“I might.”

“Harry!”

“Draco.” Harry answered calmly. “Now that we’ve established who everyone is, can we please stop the naming?”

“You don’t have to do that.” Draco groused.

Harry just looked at him and smirked. “Well, I am their mother, aren’t I? Or, will be, at least. It will be easier than just risking a slip-up every time we’re in public. And besides, if I dress as a girl, wouldn’t it be weird to be called ‘father?’”

“I suppose.” Draco conceded.

“So, that’s settled.” Harry said, then smiled happily. “I’m going to be a mother.” He sighed, laying a hand over his abdomen, then looked at Draco. “Isn’t it wonderful?”

Draco just looked at him blankly. ‘Merlin save me from my overly effeminate fiancé.’

*****

Draco was nearly vibrating with excitement by the time Harry finished eating. “Good! Now, let’s go!” He grabbed Harry’s hand and stood, pulling the teen to his feet and practically dragging him toward the sitting room that they had always held their Christmas mornings in since Draco had been a small child, when his father had decided he didn’t like the East Wing sitting room, since he had argued the previous year with his aunt Cassandra, whose portrait was in that particular room.

Narcissa allowed herself a soft giggle at Draco’s impetuous excitement, and her happiness grew as she heard Harry’s easy laugh float back to her. She stood and followed behind them, glad that, at last, things were going well for Draco.

He had a fiancé that he could love with everything he was, and one that wouldn’t turn out the way Lucius had, letting his own darkness consume him and twist him into someone cold and hard. He had a child on the way, and he was going to raise it, even though there was no way of knowing if he and Harry were prepared for the responsibility yet. But, that was a small matter. If they were unprepared, Narcissa would be standing by to help in any way needed. He had a wedding coming up, and a bonding on that very night, with a man so in tune with him that they had already resonated without the benefit of several years of being together.

Narcissa felt the same sadness that touched her every time she thought of someone’s bonding. She had had the chance to bond with Lucius, if only she had been able to keep him from himself. But he lost his emotions to the coldness inside himself, and destroyed any chance he had of resonating with someone as alive and fierce of spirit as Narcissa was, no matter how alike they had been during their years at Hogwarts.

But Draco had that, the joy that came from knowing that your lover was such a perfect match for you that magic itself approved of the union, and nothing could part you if you chose to stay together. And, Narcissa found, she could content herself with knowing that her son could find the blessings that life had denied her. Lucius had locked himself away, but since he was in Azkaban, Narcissa had the chance to make sure that Draco never made that same mistake.

She smiled as Draco’s annoyed voice came from the sitting room she was approaching.

“For Circe’s sake!”

Draco’s head poked out of the room and he scowled when he saw her, walking slowly toward the room.

“Mother.” He whined. “Come on.”

Narcissa smiled and joined him and Harry as they sat beside the tree, gifts piled around it.

*****

Draco began digging through the gifts as soon as his mother sat down, looking for one in particular that he had been wanting to give Harry since he had bought it. Waiting had been hard, but he knew it would be worth it.

“Aha!” He crowed, pulling the heavy package out from under several other gifts. He handed it to Harry, whose eyebrows shot up as he felt the weight.

“Merlin, Draco, this is heavy!” He said in shock.

Draco smirked. “Of course it is. Open it.” He prodded.

Harry opened it, blinking in confusion at it.

Draco bit his lip. “Do you like it?” He asked softly.

Harry turned stunned eyes to him. “Draco, how much did this cost you? It must have been a fortune.” He whispered, his hands running over the carved runes as he looked back down at the pensieve in astonishment. “It’s beautiful.”

It was made of ivory, and was studded with an emerald, a ruby, a sapphire and a citrine, each stone meant to face in the direction of the element the colors signified when the pensieve was to be used, in order to enhance the memory and also to let the watcher feel the emotions associated with the memory, as well. The runes were carved into the rim, and then they had been covered with a thin layer of mother-of-pearl, to keep them from further erosion, and to make them decorative.

Draco smirked. “Now, Harry, what’s inside of the Malfoy vault is a fortune. This only cost a pittance in comparison. And it was worth it, to see that look on your face.”

Harry set the pensieve aside, grabbing Draco and kissing him for all he was worth.

Draco’s arms came up to wrap around Harry’s waist, and Narcissa coughed when she heard Draco let out a loud moan.

Harry pulled away, blushing.

Draco was smirking smugly. “That was nice.” He said to Harry. “You should really do that more often.”

Harry chuckled, then sifted through the gifts, pulling one out. “Um, I got this for you, but I’m not sure if you already had one or not.” He said shyly, handing it to Draco.

Draco took the package, his lips parting in surprise as he glanced up at Harry. “Is this what I think it is?” He asked.

Harry smirked. “Well, I don’t know what you think it is, but why don’t you open it and find out?” He challenged.

Draco opened it and let out a long, slow breath.

Narcissa smiled at Harry. “You have no idea how many times he begged his father to get him an invisibility cloak, to no avail.” She said in amusement.

Draco rubbed the soft fabric against his face, closing his eyes and sighing. “Harry, you are the most wonderful, thoughtful, beautiful, divine, perfect, wonderful-”

“You said that one already.” Harry pointed out. “Are you done yet?”

“Person that I have ever known.” Draco finished in a slightly annoyed tone. “What, I can’t expound your goodness? You need to get over your humility. It’s unbecoming of a future Malfoy.”

Harry laughed, shaking his head. “Get over yourself, Draco.” He grabbed another package and tossed it Narcissa, who caught it with a raised brow. “I figured I had to get you something just as good, since you are, after all, the one that bore Draco, and I owe you all my thanks for it, and the way you raised him.”

Narcissa opened the small package, and smiled. “Thank you, Harry.” She said, lifting out the silver snake earrings. “Are they as useful as they are lovely?”

Harry smirked. “All you have to do is think of them animating, and what you want them to do, and they will, so long as you are currently wearing them. They are poisonous.” He confirmed.

“Oohhh, nice.” Draco said appreciatively. “I have a feeling we’ll be seeing those a lot in the future.” He told Harry.

Draco looked through the gifts one more time, then smirked as he found the one he was looking for. “Mother.” He said, handing it to her. “Happy Christmas.”

The gift was a small, unmarked book, and Narcissa smiled. “Draco, thank you. I wasn’t going to mention it, but I was looking for another correspondence book, since we filled the last.” She said softly.

Draco smirked. “I know. He already has the other, and is probably writing in it already.”

“Who? What?” Harry asked.

Draco just shook his head. “It’s not for me to say, Harry.”

Narcissa shrugged. “I will ask if it is acceptable to let Harry know.” She said. “If it is, I will tell you who we are discussing, and why it is secret.”

She smiled as she drew out two packages. “These are for you, with my congratulations on your impending nuptials.”

Harry and Draco opened them, revealing, for Harry, the same lavender evening dress he had been admiring in the catalogue before, and for Draco, a tuxedo with a bowtie of the same color as the dress. Draco’s gift also contained a note. He read it and smiled, then handed it to Harry.

‘Celeste and Draco,

Your reservation is at Rivière Fin at eight o’clock tonight. Happy Christmas, and I expect you home by midnight.

All my love,

Narcissa Black Malfoy’

Harry smiled. “I suppose this means more dancing?” He asked Draco.

“Don’t tell me you minded it.” Draco replied with a smirk. “You loved it.”

Harry smiled at Narcissa. “Thank you.” He said.

Narcissa just waved a hand in dismissal. “There’s only one proper way to celebrate one’s impending marriage, and that’s to go out to the best establishment there is. Rivière Fin is just that: The best.”

*****

Draco ducked as another Bertie Bott’s bean came flying toward his head. “Oi! No throwing food, dammit, Harry!” He shouted, shooting a stinging hex at the brunet.

Harry dodged it, laughing, and lobbed another bean. “I’ll stop if you can hit me!” He challenged, ducking the stream of water Draco sent his way.

Draco growled, flinging his wand away and rushing the teen.

Harry froze for a second, then expertly darted out of the way. He watched as Draco’s body met the wall with a muffled curse. “Momentum.” He chided, giggling, and ran out of the bedroom.

Draco followed him. “Get your arse back here and let me fuck it!” He shouted, not noticing that his mother was in the room he was passing as he did so.

Narcissa’s eyebrows hit her hairline. ‘Maybe I should make myself scarce. Knowing Draco, he’ll take Harry wherever he manages to catch him, and I don’t want to see or hear that.’

She got up and headed to her room, passing a room that was moaning quite loudly on her way. She shook her head, smiling fondly.
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