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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 held out an arm as Harry came stumbling out of the Floo.
Harry took the arm, grumbling and shaking soot from his dress. He fluffed his hair, then blinked wide, luminous eyes at Draco. “Am I presentable?” He asked.
Draco kissed him soundly. “You always are.” He answered lovingly. “And, Merlin, your eyes are gorgeous tonight.”
Harry flushed. “Thanks.” He mumbled, smiling.
“Shall we?” Draco asked, holding out an arm.
*****
Harry looked around a bit nervously as Draco led him over to the dance floor. “I’m not sure I like the way everyone’s staring at us.” He said.
Draco smirked. “They’re jealous.” He replied softly. “After all, the loveliest girl here tonight is on my arm, not theirs.” He added smugly. “They should be jealous.”
“If they only knew.” Harry said dryly.
Draco chuckled. “Let’s not tell them, hm?” He wrapped an arm around Harry’s waist, pulling him close and beginning to dance. “I find I rather like having a secret like this.”
“I wasn’t planning on telling them, you know that.” Harry said with a soft laugh, and several more heads turned in their direction. Harry blushed and buried his face in Draco’s shoulder. “Do they have to stare like that?”
“They have eyes, you know. With someone as sexy as you are in that amazingly form-fitting dress, it’s hard not to stare. And keep staring. And want so badly your mouth waters.” Draco added seriously.
Harry sighed. “You’re not helping.” His tone was one of amused annoyance.
Draco leaned in so that his lips were brushing Harry’s ear, and whispered, “I plan to take you home tonight and tear that dress off your body, throw you on the bed, and worship you with my hands, lips, tongue, and anything else I can manage to bring into play.” His voice was deepened with lust, but his words stirred something inside Harry that had nothing to do with lust, and everything to do with love.
Draco saw Harry’s eyes widen an instant before they rolled back in his head and he went limp. “Shit.” He muttered, casting a featherweight charm and lifting the teen into his arms. He was pretty sure he knew the reason, and he should have expected it, given that Harry was about seven weeks pregnant, and had accepted the pregnancy as something he wanted. All he could really do was take him home and wait for him to wake, which, if he was right, would be in another twelve hours.
“Mr. Malfoy, is she alright?” One of the waiters had hurried over as soon as he saw the lovely girl go slack in the blond’s arms.
Draco smiled, cradling her against his chest as he walked back toward the receiving room. “She will be, thank you. I believe she is merely experiencing the adepto veneficus.” He said proudly.
The waiter’s eyes widened marginally, then he inclined his head respectfully. “My congratulations, then.” He said calmly, escorting Draco to the receiving room and watching him take the Portkey out of his pocket, laying it over Harry’s stomach and placing his hand over it.
“Portus.” Draco said, then held tight to Harry as the world dissolved into swirling colors around them, and he was home.
Narcissa looked up, both eyebrows drawing upward in surprise. “You’re home early.” She looked at Harry’s limp body and gasped. “Is he alright?”
Draco set him down on the couch. “He’ll be fine. From the way he kind of fainted in my arms on the dance floor, I think this is just the adepto veneficus.” He said, conjuring a blanket. “However, if you don’t mind, I’d like to confirm it. Could you firecall Pomfrey for me? I’ll stay here with him.”
Narcissa nodded, and left the room.
*****
Pomfrey put her wand away with a brisk nod. “Yes, the child has definitely gained its magic. A few weeks early, but it was that way for you, was it not?” She asked Narcissa.
Narcissa nodded. “Malfoys tend to develop their magic earlier than others. Or so Lucius told me, once I woke up from my own.”
Draco smiled happily. Yes, Harry would wake around eleven-thirty the next morning, and he’d be able to sense the child within him through their magic, which would be sympathetic to his, forming a bond that would last until the child was born, and perhaps longer, if the child happened to be the Potter magical heir.
Draco picked Harry back up and took him to his room, laying him on the bed and ending the featherweight charm before carefully stripping him and getting into bed, curling himself around the other boy protectively. “Rest well, Harry. After serving as a conduit for pure magic, you need it.” He whispered, then let Harry’s soft, even breathing lull him to sleep as well.
*****
Draco woke, blinking blearily. He grabbed his wand and cast tempus. It was nine in the morning already.
Narcissa had let him sleep in, since he had experienced quite a lot of excitement the night before. She’d hate to have to drag him from his fiancé’s bed, too, when Harry’s magic was going to be calling out for Draco’s until he woke, seeking the protection of their child’s sire while Harry was vulnerable in sleep. If Draco was anything like his father had been, he’d feel pain if he was separated from Harry during the hours that their child’s magic was settling, since his magic would be intent on keeping Harry safe at all costs until the teen woke again.
Draco sighed, summoning a house-elf and asking for breakfast for one, since Harry wouldn’t wake for another two hours, and he’d make sure that there was food brought in for him when that happened.
The house-elf quickly brought Draco some fruit and a few pastries, and Draco ate, then got up from bed to relieve himself and brush his teeth. He’d wait until Harry woke to take a shower, since he didn’t feel like being away from the teen for that long.
He walked back into his room from his bathroom, and saw a small bird hovering outside his window, impatiently tapping at the glass. He frowned at the tiny owl, not recognizing it at all, but he opened the window nonetheless.
The tiny bird flew over to Harry’s inert form, and began chirping and pecking at him. Draco grabbed the tiny bird, thankful that his Seeker abilities were finally good for something other than losing Quidditch games to Harry, and pulled the letter off its tiny leg. “He’s sleeping, you bloody menace. I’ll see to it that he gets this.” He said, walking over to the window with the ball of feathers and glared at it. “Now, go away.” He said, throwing the bird out of the window and closing it again. “Stupid thing.” He opened the letter and sneered when he saw the signature. “Not even worth my time to read an insipid letter from a Weasley.” He muttered, rolling it back up and putting it on the desk for Harry.
He decided to read while he waited for the other teen to wake.
*****
“Fuck.”
Draco jumped at the sleepy mumble and grabbed the tray sitting next to him, bringing it over to the bed. “Hey. Here’s some breakfast.” He said, sitting down next to Harry, who was sitting up, blinking owlishly.
“What the hell happened?” He asked Draco.
“Well, what do you remember?”
Harry frowned. “We were dancing, and I felt this heat…” He pressed a hand to his abdomen. “The baby! Is something wrong with the baby?!” He asked, face ashen.
“No!” Draco hastened to reassure him. “No, nothing’s wrong. But it was connected to the pregnancy. You just went through the adepto veneficus. That’s when the child gains its magic. It happens earlier when the child is accepted and wanted. We have a little witch or wizard now, Harry.” He said, smiling.
“Oh.” Harry smirked. “Won’t Severus be pleased?” He joked.
Draco smiled wider and replied in a light tone. “Oh, he’ll most likely throw himself from the astronomy tower.”
They laughed at the image that provoked.
“Oh, and another thing.” Draco said sourly. He got up and grabbed the note that had come for Harry. “This came with a tiny ball of feathers that apparently wanted to be a snitch more than a bird. It’s from Wea-”
“Ron, yes, I can tell.” Harry interrupted, laughing. “That would be Pig.”
Draco sneered. “Pig? What kind of a name is Pig?!”
“Pigwidgeon, actually.” Harry clarified, glancing up to see Draco’s appalled face as he unrolled the letter. “Ginny named it. Thought it was a cute name.” He added distractedly.
“It’s disgusting.” Draco replied. “So, what’s he say?”
“Merry Christmas, hope you’re having fun, blah blah, Mione says hi, see you after break. Have your gift, but can’t send it with Pig.” Harry laughed. “No, I guess not.” He said, rolling the letter back up. The ‘blah blah’ had actually been “Hit Malfoy for me, would you, Mate?” But Harry didn’t think Draco really needed to know that. “So…” Harry paused, frowning, and placed his hand on his abdomen. He could have sworn he just felt a fleeting sense of hunger that wasn‘t even his own. “Draco?” He asked, bewildered.
“Yeah?” Draco asked, looking through his clothes and trying to find a suitable shirt.
“I think… I just felt what our baby’s feeling.” Harry said slowly.
Draco turned around. “Right, I forgot to tell you about that. The baby’s magic will be sympathetic to yours until the child’s born, at least, and while it’s growing you’ll be able to sense its emotions and basic needs. Why? Is our child in distress?” He asked calmly. He didn’t think that would be the case, but he might as well check.
“No.” Harry said slowly, then smiled, blushing. “I’ll eat now.” He said sheepishly, turning to the tray of food.
Draco laughed.
*****
Harry sighed, looking around. The New Year’s party this year was a masquerade party, and Harry didn’t see Mark anywhere.
Finally, his eyes landed on a head of black hair too shiny to be real, and stalked over to it.
As he got closer he could see that Penny, dressed as Aphrodite, was shamelessly flirting with poor Draco, and Draco was trying to find a way to escape without seeming rude.
Harry smiled sweetly at her, twining his arms around Draco’s waist and pressing against his side. “Sorry, your godliness,” He said. “But Cleopatra needs her husband. Bye!” Harry pulled Draco away from her, taking the cider he held. “Gods, I hate her.” He hissed.
Draco sighed. “You’re not alone.” He leered at Harry. “Have I told you that you look great tonight?”
Harry laughed. “Three times now.” He answered.
“Yes, well, you do.” Draco said firmly, nodding to himself. Harry’s lips were coated with the deepest red lipstick he owned, and his eyes were surrounded by a thick layer of kohl, making them seem almost otherworldly in their vivid coloring.
Harry took a sip of the cider, then frowned. “I told you to check and make sure it was safe.” He said, staring into the glass suspiciously.
Draco chuckled. “And I did. The only thing in it is a simple nerve enhancer. Heightens sensation, but it won’t hurt the baby. It’s perfectly safe.”
Harry raised an eyebrow. “And why is there a nerve enhancer in it?”
Draco leered at him. “For the impending orgy, of course.” He purred.
“I told you, I can’t participate.” Harry hissed, indicating his groin.
“I know.” Draco replied flippantly. “Besides, since we’re engaged, but not yet married, it isn’t proper for us to participate. We’ll have our own mini-orgy in my room. Anyone you’d like to invite? Pansy? Blaise, perhaps?” He joked.
Harry rolled his eyes. “The only lover I want is you.” He replied.
“Mm, and I like it that way.” Draco murmured, kissing Harry’s neck softly.
“Ahem!” Pansy, dressed as a vampire, interrupted, putting one hand on her hip and holding out her hand expectantly.
Harry smiled and gave her his left hand.
Pansy took it and examined the ring, then her eyes flicked up to Draco in surprise. She noted the proud stance, the almost challenging tilt of his head, and the possessive hold he had on Harry’s waist, and nodded. “Congratulations.” She said happily. “And good job, Draco, I hear this one’s quite a catch.” She said teasingly, then licked her lips and took off after a man dressed as Apollo, desire shining in her eyes.
Draco sighed. “She always goes after him. I‘m just surprised he never refuses her.” He said in resignation, a smile playing around his lips.
“Who is that?” Harry asked.
Draco bit his lip. “I really shouldn’t tell you. They could both get in loads of trouble. Plus, I’m the only one who knows. I caught them together once, at one of these parties, after the masks had been removed. They were in a bedroom, still wrapped around each other. But I swore not to tell…” He said, uncomfortably.
Harry smiled in understanding. “Then don’t. It’s not your secret, after all.”
Just then, the man looked up from Pansy, his eyes flicking their way, and said something to her. She nodded, happily, and he gave her a terse nod and headed for them.
“Looks like you’re about to find out, anyway.” Draco said in amusement as the man came up to them.
“Miss Scarletti.” Harry gasped, then looked at Draco, who raised an eyebrow.
“I was shocked, too.” He said.
Severus sighed. “Can you keep nothing to yourself?!” He snapped at Draco in an undertone.
Draco rolled his eyes. “Well, I didn’t tell him who you were, you did that yourself!” He replied in irritation.
“Stupid boy.” Severus held out his hand. “May I?”
Harry gave Severus his hand and Severus took a look at the ring, then nodded. “I approve, Draco. May I have a dance with your intended?”
Draco nodded, and Harry found himself pulled into the midst of whirling couples, Severus leading him with sure, graceful steps.
“You understand that our liaison is illegal?” Severus asked him softly.
“Yes.” Harry answered back.
Severus sighed. “Can I ask your silence on the matter? Until she is no longer my student, this cannot be known.” He said. “This would reflect poorly on her as much as me, and while I would bear through it, I do not wish to see her stigmatized by society.” He said sincerely.
Harry nodded. “Of course, Sir!” He replied.
“Thank you.” Severus said, just as the dance ended. He gave Harry a bow, and Harry curtsied. “I’ll deliver you to your fiancé.” Severus said, holding out an arm to Harry, who took it, blushing.
Pansy and Severus?
What other unlikely pairings would emerge as the night wore on?
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