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The Power of Three	By : Queenie_Mab Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 14386 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: One more chapter after this one. Thank you all for reading.

A week later, after the kids had gone back to Hogwarts and Harry and Draco moved back into Draco's flat, they once again went to St. Mungo's for Draco's checkup. The healer listened to the haemorrhoid scare and laughed.

"That happens a lot with pregnancy," she exclaimed. "I'll give you some salve to put on it in case they start bothering you again."

"Thank you," Draco said, his face red.

They checked the progress of the baby and determined that it would be a little girl. Harry was ecstatic and even Draco couldn't help but smile at the news.

"I'm going to have to tell my parents and Astoria that I'm pregnant," he said, worried. "My father's going to kill me."

"Why would he do that?" Harry asked once the Healer had left the room. "Doesn't Scorpius call him 'Papa'? I would think he'd be overjoyed to have another grandchild."

"I suppose," Draco said, unconvinced. "Astoria's going to have a field day with it though. It'll be all over the Prophet within an hour of her hearing about it."

Harry shrugged his shoulders. "I don't mind. I want the world to know that the man I love more than anything is going to be having my baby. Fuck them if they're not overjoyed about a new baby."

The Healer came back into the room carrying a large phial.

Harry snickered. The shape of the phial resembled one of Draco's ornaments.

"This is a vitamin potion, that you must take daily, Mr. Malfoy. It will help nourish the baby and keep your hormones in check."

"Thank Merlin," Harry said, flipping his fringe.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Draco asked, harrumphing.

"Nothing, love," Harry said, giving Draco a reassuring pat on the shoulder. He turned to the healer, slightly pink. "What about sex? Will it hurt the baby?"

The Healer turned pink. "No, I think it should be fine, but Mr. Malfoy is not to overexert himself. You are doing very well, Mr. Malfoy. i think you may try to go off bed rest for a few months. It shouldn't hurt the baby and it's important for you to get some exercise. Light exercise, like walking."

Draco grinned. "Yes," he said, punching the air. "I am so tired of being carried all around all the time."

"That will be all, I just require you to come in in another month for another check up. You can go home now."

The Healer left the room so Draco could get dressed again. "Harry, this is so embarrassing," he said, pulling up and fastening his trousers.

Harry pulled him into an embrace and nuzzled his neck. "It's only going to get more embarrassing from here on out, so you'd better prepare yourself. Just remember I love you no matter what."

"Yeah, Yeah," Draco said. "Let me put my shirt back on and we can get out of here. Not having sex for a week is killing me."

Harry pressed himself up against Draco. "I feel the same thing. Let's go home and fuck."

"Well, when you put it like that, I'd just Apparate us out of here right now."

"Uh-uh," Harry said, "No Apparating for you."

Harry pushed Draco back and helped him on with his shirt and over-robes.

They headed down the hall on the way to the lift. At the end of the corridor lay the Janus Thickey ward. Harry remembered the words Ginny had said to the kids and anger surged through him. "Draco. I need to see Ginny. I need to set her straight about what she should be saying to the kids. I don't care if she's brain damaged or not. I've gotta get it off my chest."

Draco sighed. "All right then, go on. I'll just wait out here."

"No," Harry said. "I want you with me."

Draco gestured to Harry to lead the way and they pressed the visitors' button on the wall of the locked ward.

The doors opened to admit them and a medi witch met them. "Who are you here to see? Oh, Mr. Potter. I believe Miss Weasley has a guest at the moment and—"

"I have to see her. I'm her former husband and I demand to see her."

The medi witch looked as though she were trembling from the force in Harry's voice. His voice was filled with the anger he felt for Ginny. Finally the medi witch said, "Very well, she's just over there." She pointed to a table beside a fake fireplace and Astoria Greengrass was with her.

"What's she doing here?" Draco hissed. "That woman is nothing but trouble."

They approached the table and Ginny looked up, slightly dazed. "What's the matter, Ginny?" Harry asked, suddenly concerned. "You look like you're ill."

"Oh," she said in a quiet voice. "Is that you, Harry? I don't want to see you."

Astoria gestured for Harry to come closer. "She's just had her potion and sometimes it makes her a bit loopy," she whispered.

Harry examined Ginny close up. He got down on his knees and she turned her face from him.

"Ginny, look at me," he demanded.

She didn't respond and his anger flared again.

He grabbed her by the cheeks with one hand and forced her to look at him. "Look at me."

"Harry? Is that you?" she asked, sounding as if she had just awakened. "It's Astoria, she…" Ginny suddenly grew cold and angry. "Get your filthy hands off me. To think they've touched my body. I'm tainted because of you."

"Incarcerous," Draco called, and ropes shot out of his wand and bound Astoria.

"What is the meaning of this?" a Healer asked, coming up behind her.

"It's the Imperious curse, Harry. Just now I saw her whisper it with her wand poking out of her robes. Ginny must have been fighting it."

The Healer looked outraged and sent a fox Patronus to fetch an Auror. "I can't believe it, and in my ward too," she grumbled and muttered the counter-curse upon Ginny.

Ginny's eyes came into focus and she began to cry. Harry took her in his arms.

Astoria fought her bindings, but Draco made sure one of them prevented her from speaking.

"The more you fight them, the tighter they'll get," he warned.

"Gin, how long have you been like this? Are you all right?"

Ginny sobbed into Harry's neck where they knelt on the floor. She finally found her voice and told the story between sniffles, still holding onto Harry. "She did it when we all met with Luna. She's been visiting to renew it every so often and to make sure that I would spout poison to my family. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean what I said to the kids. It wasn't really me."

"Shh," Harry said, petting her hair. "It's going to be all right. I'm going to get your parents for you."

Ginny sniffled and pulled away. "I'm sorry. It's just that I've been under for so long I'd almost forgotten that we're not married any more."

"I'm sorry I'm not the man you needed me to be," Harry said quietly.

Ginny laughed, through the tears streaming down her face. "Don't be silly. You and Malfoy were bonded with a powerful bond. It's unbreakable. I'm just glad I had the time with you that I did. Otherwise we wouldn't have our children."

Harry was so relieved to find Ginny in her right mind again. He helped her to her feet and sent off his stag Patronus to summon the Weasleys.

Ron Apparated in with a 'pop' immediately after, dressed in his crimson Auror robes. "Where's the culprit? They said something had been done to my sister."

Ron spoke to the room in general until his eyes found Harry and Ginny, Draco and Astoria.

Harry explained the situation to Ron and left Ginny with the assurance that he would contact the kids and have them visit her as soon as he could. Then more Aurors arrived at the scene and took Astoria into custody. Harry and Draco got out as soon as they were able and were soon dusting the soot from their clothes in Draco's flat.

***

"Draco?" Harry said as they lay in bed that night after an evening spent in stunned silence.

"Yes?" Draco answered, turning onto his side to face Harry in the bed.

"Please hold me," Harry whispered and Draco took him in his arms and held him, one arm circling Harry's waist and the other soothing his back with gentle rubs.

"Talk to me, Harry," Draco whispered against the side of Harry's face.

"I can't believe I didn't notice. How could I not notice the woman I've loved for so long was under the Imperius curse? I was so mad at her, for all the things she said to the children, but now I come to find those weren't her words at all. I feel terrible for having felt so bitter toward her. I don't know how to cope with this guilt."

"Shhh," Draco soothed. "It wasn't your fault, if anything it was the fault of the St. Mungo's staff. You'd think they'd recognize the Imperius when they see it."

"I suppose," Harry sniffed. "Draco?"

"Yes, love?"

"Make love to me." Harry's voice was pleading, desperate.

"Any time you want," Draco said, and slid the hand that was rubbing Harry's back, down to cup his buttock. He squeezed. Harry shuddered. "Do you like that?" Draco asked, kneading the buttock with his hand and letting his little finger slip into Harry's crack teasingly.

"Yeah," Harry said as he felt his cock begin to fill. He knew Draco could feel it too, for he used his hand around Harry's waist to bring their bodies as close as possible, twining legs and tongues. Harry loved the taste of Draco's mouth. It was always sweet and he felt he could drink from it forever and be in heaven. He loved the feeling of the soft hairs on Draco's legs as they rubbed against his own slightly coarser ones. Just the feel of Draco's soft skin and his cock when it was full and sticky turned Harry on to the point where he felt his bollocks draw up as if he would come by touch alone.

"Draco, I want you inside me," Harry said urgently.

Draco rolled over the top of Harry so he was lying tummy to tummy sideways and reached for the lube that lay on the bedside table. He had to stretch to reach it, but Harry loved the feel of Draco's weight on top of him and the thought that that tummy would soon be a small bump of life. And then Harry felt Draco lift himself off, onto his hands and knees, trapping Harry beneath him and letting their cocks just graze one another.

Harry lifted his hips, seeking more friction, but Draco rose out of the way, teasing him.

"How would you like it, Harry?" Draco asked, raising a sharp eyebrow and waggling it suggestively.

Harry snickered. I think on our sides and from behind," Harry said, still raising his hips, trying to press himself against some part of Draco. He felt a pearl of pre-come drip into his navel and wasn't sure if it came from his own or Draco's cock. He didn't care, he just wanted more, now.

"Aww," Draco complained. "I don't feel like lazy sex tonight."

"Draco, the last time you topped, you ended up passing out to be rushed off to St. Mungo's. We're going to take it slow.

"Fine," Draco acquiesced. "But when you top, do me any which way you can imagine." He finally brought his hips down to grind against Harry, eliciting a moan from below. "I want to be the one shackled to the wall at The Den soon, before I start to get fat.

Harry laughed. "I think we can manage that, but I want to use a hover charm, so you don't get pounded too hard against your bonds."

"Spoilsport," Draco said, grinning.

"Fuck me already," Harry said, complaining.

"All right, All right. You don't have to be such a pushy little bottom."

"I'll push your bottom if you don't hurry up," Harry countered.

Draco rolled off the top of him and began to finger his hole with the pad of his middle finger, slapping it with sharp pats.

"Ugn, that feels good. Do it more, deeper," Harry pleaded.

Draco dabbed a bit of lube onto his middle fingers tip and pushed inside without further ceremony.

Harry felt himself being penetrated and pressed back against Draco's hand, willing his finger to find the right spot. "Fuck, yes," Harry hissed when Draco hit it.

Draco kept rubbing the spot in a circular motion, sometimes pressing harder. "Say that again," he demanded. Harry was confused, but he repeated the words, "Fuck, yes," for Draco.

Draco snickered. "You said it the first time in—" he gave Harry's prostate another nudge, "—in Parseltongue."

Harry gasped. "Did I? Did you like it?"

Draco bit the side of Harry's neck, at the junction of neck and shoulder and then sucked on it murmuring, "mhm."

"I'll have to—" Draco shoved another finger in while Harry was speaking, "—nggh, remember that kink," Harry finished.

And then he was empty and heard Draco dipping his fingers in the jar of lube and re-screwing the lid. Then instead of the fingers being back, Harry felt Draco's chest pressed against his back and then the squiggly sensation of a slick cock rubbing up and down his cleft, stopping to poke between his thighs and against his bollocks.

"Draco, inside, now!" Harry said is as much a commanding voice as his keening pitch could handle.

He finally felt the relief of the blunt head of Draco's cock at his entrance and his heart quickened with anticipation. Ah yes, the feel of the burn as Draco passed his first ring of muscles, pulled back and pushed in all the way, excited Harry to the point he was ready to come. He held onto his cock at the base tightly to stave off his impending orgasm.

Draco began a slow rhythm and Harry danced with it, undulating with the music of slapping flesh and the taste of sweat slicked bodies.

They called the position "Lazy Sex" because it took little effort from either of them and it took longer to reach orgasm. Too soon, Draco grabbed Harry by the waist and stiffened, "Harry, I can't stop—nggh—oh—wow."

Harry couldn't help but smile as he felt the semen leaking out around Draco's softening cock and sliding down his thighs.

Draco rolled Harry onto his back, straddling just above his face so his cock and bollocks hung near Harry's lips. Harry felt so good as his aching cock was engulfed by warm suction and a talented tongue. He smelled the scent of sex on Draco's organs and it drove him wild. He lifted his head and pulled one peach-fuzzy ball into his mouth and lolled it around with his tongue, before taking the other one in his mouth as well and sucking them wet. Draco's cock began to show some life again, but Harry was distracted by the sucking going on down in his nether regions. Draco knew how to swirl his tongue just right, with a slight twist at the end, and Harry was coming. And then Draco was coming again, all over Harry's face.

He righted himself, laughing at the mess, and syphoned it up with a quick Tergeo. Harry caught Draco as he let himself collapse into Harry's arms.

"Did you overdo it?" Harry asked.

"Of course not," Draco said indignantly. "I'm just really, really sleepy right now."

Harry held him while he fell asleep and spent the next half hour revelling in the scents of sex that hung in the air, the taste of Draco upon his tongue, the feel of Draco's warm and soft body cradled in his arms, the sounds of his quiet snores and the child-like look of innocence on his sleeping face.

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