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Peverell's Children	By : Zakaira Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 27078 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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            Draco seemed completely spent with the exertion of his orgasm, so Harry cleaned them both up, even casting a vanishing charm on the pool of fluids that were soaking Draco’s pants. Then he tucked Draco into his side, encouraging him to snuggle in and fall asleep. Harry liked the feeling of Draco sleeping against him, so he stayed there and held him for fifteen minutes, doing nothing more than thinking and using his hands to gently explore Draco’s body. But Harry was worried he might wake Draco up if he continued, so he decided to accio his backpack and get to work on his homework.

            Harry was reading his transfiguration textbook, when Draco stirred in his arms. “Did you have a good nap?” Harry asked, putting down his book and returning his arms to cuddle Draco.

            “Mmmhmm,” Draco replied sleepily.

            “That’s twice now you’ve fallen asleep on me. Are you getting enough rest at night?” Harry asked concerned.

            “Yeah, but I keep waking up having to pee all night long.”

            “You haven’t been sick again, have you?” Harry asked. After Draco nearly puking earlier and his admission that he had barfed Saturday, Harry was concerned that his boyfriend might be trying to hide a problem with morning sickness.

            “Not much. I’ve been nauseous a lot, like earlier, but I’ve only vomited twice,” Draco revealed.

            “When was the other time?”

            “Last Thursday. I woke up with a plate of kippers in my bed and hurled,” Draco revealed.

            “What were you doing with kippers in your bed?” Harry fought back a giggle, because he didn’t want to laugh at his pregnant boyfriend, but he was imagining that Draco went for a midnight snack and fell asleep with it.

            “Vince thinks he’s being funny. He doesn’t understand that his little pranks aren’t humorous, just annoying and occasionally disgusting.”

            “Oh,” Harry replied, not quite sure what he should say to that. “Do you want me to beat him up for you?”

            “No, I’ve got it handled. Greg already punched him.”

            “And is that the only other time it’s happened? It hasn’t been getting worse?” Harry asked with concern.

            “Really, you want me to tell you every time I hurl? You better not start being overprotective or overbearing,” Draco warned.

            “I’m just curious. I want to know how bad it is; maybe I can find something to help settle your stomach.”

            “Do you now?” Draco asked and Harry nodded. “Food helps settle my stomach. Go pick me some lilikoi and some limpids while I get dressed.”

            “Lilikoi and limpids?” Harry asked confused.

            “Yes Potter, lilikoi, the passion fruit we ate from the forest, and limpids, the snails I ate from the lava rocks.”

            “But I don’t know how to use your surfboard thing.”

            “It’s a longboard and you don’t have to use it, just climb over the rocks or use your wand. Accio them for all I care. You know what, never mind, this is the room of requirement, so I’m just going to require that it provide me with another can of macadamia nuts,” Draco said and a small can of honey roasted macadamia nuts appeared on the nightstand on his side of the bed.

            “So I don’t need to get the snails and passion fruit?” Harry asked wary of Draco’s mood swings.

            Draco munched happily on his snack while he thought about it, before saying, “You know what? Yes, I would still like a few of each. You knocked me up, Potter, go provide.”

            “Yes sir,” Harry replied climbing out of bed.

            Harry went into the forest first, trying to locate the tree with the vine growing along its trunk. He remembered that it had white and dark purple flowers and yellow fruits, so he kept an eye out for purple or yellow in the green and lilac. And then suddenly there was a tree in front of him with a vine laden with round yellow fruits. Harry picked a half dozen and carried them back to the dining table, where he sat them down.

            “I got the passion fruit,” Harry called to Draco, who was standing at the doorway to the hut, now fully dressed.

            “Brilliant. Here, you can take one of my limpid shells to scrape the limpids from the rocks,” Draco said, holding out a single purple shell. This one was free of whatever green and brown plant material that had been on the shells before, making the ridges clearly definable.

            “Thanks, I’ll just go get them then,” Harry said taking the shell and putting it in the pocket in his robes.

            “And watch out for the lava, eh, it’s sharp,” Draco warned, sitting down at the dining table facing the beach and cracking open a lilikoi.

            “Sure thing,” Harry said, before walking over to the boulders of lava between the beach and the hut.

            Harry was about to climb over the lava boulders, when he considered Draco’s warning and remembered that Draco had left his broom here before. Harry had had his broom here too that day, but he had Quidditch, and so his broom was back in his dorm room. But Draco had quit the Quidditch team, so Harry held out hope that it might be in the storage shed, with all their other beach related paraphernalia. The storage shed was only a foot away from him, so he stepped over to it and opened it up. The snorkel gear was on one side and a longboard, paddle, and Draco’s nimbus two thousand and one was on the other.

            Harry grabbed Draco’s broom, closed the door to the storage cabinet, and took off into the air. He pulled the shell out of his pocket and positioned the broom over the gentle waves, facing the lava rocks, and set about to look for snails. Harry looked, but all he saw was black rocks and blue water; no purple shells, no green and brown plant matter, only black and blue. Harry was about to give up, when he heard Draco’s voice.

            Draco stood on the beach near the lava rocks, eating a half of a lilikoi, and said, “Oi Harry, they’re camouflaged.”

            “What?” Harry asked.

            “Camouflaged; it means they blend into the rocks and they’re hard to see. Try using your hands to feel for them the first time,” Draco replied, taking another slurping bite of his fruit and settling in to watch the show.

            “Camouflaged,” Harry muttered to himself, reaching out to feel for snails on the rock.

            The rock looked hard and sturdy, but he found bits of black came away easily in his hands when he touched it. He looked down and realized that it wasn’t bits of rock that came away, but tiny black snails. He turned one of the tiny snails over in his hand and saw the little head tuck itself back into its shell, covering itself with a tiny dark grey foot. Well they were snails, but they weren’t the kind Draco had asked for. Harry was just about to put the snail back when one started scurrying away along his hand, down his arm. Harry jumped and flung his arm about wildly, dislodging the snails and whatever the other thing was.

            “It’s just a hermit crab, Harry,” Draco said laughing from the beach.

            “Alright, I can do this, just give me a second,” Harry said searching the rocks again.

            The broom handle just barely touched the rock and a black crab took the opportunity to crawl onto the black broom handle and scurry along, as Harry searched for limpids, completely unaware. Now that Harry looked closer and knew what he was looking for, he could distinguish the small black snails from the surface of the black rock. Harry felt the surface of the rock with his outstretched hands, certain that a limpid was going to pop out any second now…and then he felt it.

            Harry looked down and saw a black crab on his naked chest, just above the waist of the pajama pants he still wore. He screamed, flailed at the crab, and fell off the broom into the water, and landed harshly against the large lava boulders. The lava was sharp and cut into his skin in several places. And from the beach, Draco laughed. Draco doubled over in fits of uncontrolled laughter.

            Harry climbed back onto the broom, soaking wet and flew to the beach, dismounting right in front of Draco. Harry stared down at Draco, completely pissed that his boyfriend found his failure so hysterical.

            “You think this is funny, eh Draco?” Harry asked. He cast drying and cleaning charms on himself, but his cuts continued to bleed, so he still looked a mess.

            “Yes,” Draco answered, looking up and seeing the death glare Harry was giving him. He stopped laughing and stood up straight. “Oi, don’t be mad Harry, I was sharing a lesson with you that my father taught me.”

            “And what was that? Never date a Malfoy if you don’t want to make an arse out of yourself for them?” Harry asked, still mad.

            “No, don’t go around making babies you can’t provide for. If can’t do the providing, don’t do the procreating. I just figured that with you being an orphan and all, you didn’t have a father to teach you that.”

            “I’m not gonna cheat on you, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

            “No, I wasn’t thinking that, but now that you mention it, you do have slags all on your dick, because you’re the chosen one. If you try it, I’ll have your balls.”

            “I don’t have slags on my dick.”

            “Really? And the Weaselette would be what then? And the Vance girl? The Patel girl? The Chang girl?” Draco asked.

            “Ginny, Cho, and Parvati are not slags and I haven’t touched them. Romilda is a piece of work though; she tried to slip me a love potion in some chocolates, but Ron ate them instead. Bloody mess that was.”

            “Well just so you get the point and keep it that way.”

            “You happened to be my first and hopefully my only, but if you’re gonna be an arse about this pregnancy…”

            “What? You’ll leave me knocked up, under aged, with the Dark Lord after me, to fend for myself, with no father to protect me?” Draco asked scathingly. Yes his father shouldn’t have been attacking children in the Ministry of Magic, but Harry had put his father away, leaving Draco in a bad position, and then Harry made it worse by knocking him up with the spawn of the chosen one. Draco was not about to cut him any slack and he wanted to make it very clear from the beginning that he expected to be provided for and protected.

            “No, I’ll take care of you until the baby is born and Voldemort is dead. But if you’re gonna be a prick all the time, I can’t see us staying married.”

            “I’m not gonna be a prick all the time. I just don’t want to make this pregnancy easy on you, because I don’t want you to think it’s all roses and sunshine and go and do it again. You made this baby and you’re gonna put in the work, same as me. And if I have some strange pregnancy cravings, I expect you to get your bum out on those rocks and fetch me some limpids.”

            “I can live with that. Are you having pregnancy cravings now? Is that why you wanted the limpids?” Harry asked concerned. He hadn’t thought about pregnancy cravings yet.

            “Not much. I’ve noticed that I can’t stand chicken anymore and some things smell weird, but there hasn’t been a strong craving for anything in particular. I asked for the limpids and such, because I was starving. I haven’t eaten since lunch and I engaged in a lot of physical activity and when I woke up here, I thought about the island foods the room had given me before and wanted some.”

            “Are you still hungry? It’ll be dinner in half an hour. We could stay up here, call Dobby, and eat now,” Harry offered.

            “I am still hungry, but no longer starving; I can wait until dinner. And I think we should make an effort to eat in the Great Hall more often, because my friends are starting to notice that I’m skipping a lot of meals.”

            “Alright, then what do you want to do now?” Harry asked, thinking about the ocean. He had just been dunked in it, but it was warm and inviting water and he could fancy a relaxing swim.

            “Weren’t you doing homework before? I have an essay due tomorrow that I’ve barely started,” Draco answered.

            “Yeah, let’s get some homework done,” Harry replied, deciding that the ocean would have to wait.

            Draco and Harry worked on their homework for half an hour, before gathering their things and heading out. Harry left under his invisibility cloak and stopped by the common room first, so that it would not appear as if he and Draco were arriving together. Harry had to make a deliberate effort not to look over at the Slytherin table for Draco, so that Ron and Hermione wouldn’t start up their conversation about spying on him again.

            Draco met Harry in detention, arriving separately to keep up appearances. They started with the apple again, to give Draco something easy to focus on in his strive to learn legilimency and that really seemed to help, because Draco got it after only a few tries. Draco entered Harry’s mind and saw this morning’s events from an apple-centric viewpoint. The apple catching Harry’s eye, Harry’s decision to give the apple to Draco, Harry putting the apple in his backpack, Harry later taking the apple out of his backpack, Harry hoping Draco would notice the apple and take it from him, Draco finally taking the apple and biting it.

            Once the apple memory finished playing, Draco attempted to dive deeper into Harry’s mind and came up with…apples. The apple memory replayed. Draco tried to break through the apple memory and come up with something else, but he kept hitting a road block made up of apples. After ten minutes, he gave up and broke the link to Harry’s mind.

            “You did it!” Harry exclaimed, giving Draco a hug in congratulations.

            “No, I couldn’t get passed your apples,” Draco replied with disappointment.

            “You got in and saw the apples. That’s what I built my occlumency shield out of: apples,” Harry replied smiling. Focusing on one specific memory was one of the tricks his occlumency book recommended for beginners. It would be better if his mind was completely blank, but focusing on one thing was a way to train the mind to focus and eventually he would be able to work up to focusing on nothing.

            “You were occluding me with apples?”

            “Yep and it worked.”

            “I think I liked you better when you didn’t know occlumency,” Draco replied teasingly.

            “Yes, but then you’d have to obliviate me; you said it yourself,” Harry replied.

            “As touching as this momentary success is, perhaps we should continue,” Snape interrupted.

            “Yeah, okay,” Harry replied. “I’m ready.”

            “With your apples?” Draco teased.

            “Draco, I got so many apples you won’t know what to do with them all,” Harry replied with a large grin.

            “Such comments are not necessary in my classroom,” Snape scolded. “Please continue boys.”

            “Yes Professor Snape,” Draco replied before diving back into Harry’s mind. This time he saw…a red apple. It was the same apple memory, but he decided to take another tactic to break through, now that he knew this was Harry’s shield. Instead of trying to get a different memory entirely, he tried to get more out of this memory. He explored the strings and threads that wove together and tied the pieces of the apple-centric shield together.

            There was the fading memory of a class before Harry had let Draco take the apple. Draco was able to tease apart the missing hours, but that was incredibly long and boring and felt like it would take hours. Plus, it wasn’t giving him any new information, because Draco had been in the same class with Harry. Draco refocused, this time determined to find out the motivations behind the apple-shield. Why had Harry given him the apple? Draco pulled and tugged and eventually Harry slipped, revealing that Harry had wanted Draco to eat a snack, for the baby.

            ‘Why would Harry want me to eat a snack for the baby? Does he think I’m not eating enough? I’ve been eating like a hippocamp lately,’ Draco thought to himself and decided to keep pulling on this string of thought.

            It took another ten minutes, but eventually an image of Dobby slipped through. Dobby was standing next to their table in the room of requirement; they appeared to be talking. Dobby talking to Harry led to Harry thinking Draco needed to eat more and then the apple. ‘Maybe Dobby said something to make Harry think I’m not eating enough…’ Draco thought. But that didn’t make sense, because Draco was eating more than normal. ‘Harry must’ve told the elf about the baby, even after I forbade him to tell anyone!’

            Draco broke the link and glared daggers at Harry. His voice was seething with his anger, “You told the elf about my baby, after I strictly forbade it!?!”

            “No, Draco, I didn-” Harry tried to explain, but Draco cut him off.

            “What part of tell no one or I obliviate you did you not get through that thick skull of yours? I know you got hit in the head with the killing curse, but I didn’t know it could kill brain cells!”

            “Wait Draco, let me explain…” Harry pleaded.

            “Explain? Explain how snot and friendships with elves are worth more than my life and my baby’s life?”

            “No, I didn’t betray you. Dobby already knew.”

            “Let me make this clear Potter, if you get my baby killed, I’ll kill you myself and turn your corpse over to the Dark Lord, so that he can reanimate your corpse into an inferius to guard his live-muggle snake food!”

            “I agree. If I get our baby killed, then I will willingly let you kill me, give my corpse to Voldemort, let him turn me into whatever that was you said, and guard the muggles to feed to Nagini,” Harry replied, trying to throw Draco off-guard by proving that he was listening. “Now if you’ll just listen to me, I can explain how I didn’t betray you to the evil house elves.”

            “Good, well as long as that’s settled, go on,” Draco replied calmly, like the eye in the middle of the storm.

            “First of all, Dobby already knew. He told me that all of the elves know, because they can smell the pregnancy on you.”

            “This is not good…not good at all…” Draco said, sitting down on a chair and pulling his knees into his chest to think.

            “Mr. Potter, I was not aware that elves could smell human pregnancy,” Snape said.

            “Well Dobby said they can. He said the elves have known for a week and have been giving him extra food.

            “So the banana in my hair this morning wasn’t Vince?” Draco asked. “And the tomato yesterday? And the cheese and crackers Sunday? And the grapes Friday? And the kippers Thursday? And the peach Wednesday?” And the oatmeal last Tuesday?

            “I was not aware that you were waking up with food in your bed, Mr. Malfoy. I know you are a prefect, but perhaps, if the situation is out of control, you could inform your head of house?” Snape asked.

            “The elves left you Oatmeal in your bed last week?” Harry asked laughing. The thought of waking up with kippers on his pillow was repulsive, yet hilarious, but Draco had already mentioned that. He had failed to mention the other food items.

            “I thought it was Vince. He likes to play pranks, but he’s not that smart,” Draco replied.

            “I’m so sorry; I’ll have a talk with the elves and get them to stop putting the food in your bed. Maybe they could leave you something on your nightstand?” Harry asked, walking over to Draco and wrapping his arms around him.

            “Yeah, maybe. But no oatmeal. Do you know how hard it was to get my hair back to normal after that? I was almost late to breakfast, but thankfully Pansy helped me in my state of need. She’s always been one to recognize a true emergency,” Draco replied.

            “Maybe no kippers too,” Harry added.

            “As touching as this all is, we have a very serious potential security breach and you should have come to me at once, Mr. Potter,” Snape said sternly.

            “That’s right! You didn’t tell me of the danger; you kept it to yourself. What I said earlier still stands, expect maybe add in something about feeding your ballocks to scorpions,” Draco said.

            “But Nagini might need my ballocks to guard the live muggles,” Harry replied.

            “Be that as it may, if I find it necessary to do so, it will be done. I’m sure my father will be more than happy to arrange it when he returns,” Draco retorted.

            “Well, I don’t think the elves will be a problem. I swore Dobby to secrecy and he told me that the elves won’t betray me to Voldemort. He assured me that wizards cannot perform legilimency on elves and that he would rather be tortured and killed than betray me. Now if this is a real concern, then maybe we could take the elves aside one at a time and get them to swear oaths of secrecy and loyalty,” Harry said.

            “That sounds like an excellent plan Mr. Potter. Perhaps you can talk to the elves about arranging Draco’s nighttime snacks, while I pay the headmaster a visit and discuss the house elf situation. Mr. Malfoy, you may go for now, but I would advise you to be aware of your surroundings and any possible house elves at all times. There is a most unpleasant house elf under Harry’s care and it would be best to make him swear loyalty tonight to Draco as well as make him promise to keep the secret about the pregnancy. But in general, it would be safest to avoid exposing yourself to unknown dangers and unknown house elves. Thus I would advise you to limit yourself to the castle and to Grimmauld Place,” Snape said.

            “Yes Professor Snape. I’ll just go do my homework. See you Thursday at three?” Draco asked Harry.

            There wasn’t anywhere Draco needed to go outside the castle and Grimmauld place. Sure there is a Hogsmeade weekend coming up, but for the sake of his baby, he could sit this one out. Besides, he really didn’t want to run into Madam Rosmerta; he hadn’t seen her since she was imperiused and he had no idea how Professor Snape’s obliviation had gone. Hopefully the memory charm would hold upon seeing Draco, but he didn’t want to take that chance. He needed Harry to protect him right now and he wasn’t sure how Harry would react if he were to find out that it was him who sent the necklace and poisoned mead. Thus it was best to keep that knowledge safely tucked away until this Voldemort thing blows over…maybe even longer. What Harry didn’t know wasn’t hurting him and Draco was a Slytherin with his own self-interest at heart.

            “Yeah,” Harry replied giving Draco a chaste kiss goodbye.

            Draco and Snape left and Harry set about contacting Kreacher, to swear him to loyalty and secrecy, and Dobby, to arrange for Draco to only be left snacks on his nightstand. “Oh and Dobby? Don’t leave anything wet, mushy, or fishy, so no oatmeal or kippers, alright?” Harry added.

            “Yes Harry Potter, sir. Dobby is not leaving oatmeal or kippers for Draco Malfoy, sir. Is that all sir?” Dobby asked.

            As Dobby had already agreed to take over all Draco-related duties, including leaving him snacks on his nightstand, Harry didn’t have anything else for him and dismissed the elf. Snape hadn’t returned, but Harry knew better than to walk out of a detention with Professor Snape before it was over. Thus Harry pulled out his homework and got to work.

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