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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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            Wednesday, Harry’s homework pile was still teaming over, but at least he had done all of his assignments that were due that day. He did his usual breakfast with Hermione and Ron, stowing away an apple for later, and went to transfigurations class. He even got Draco to take his apple from him after class. Harry was just shining his apple in the hallway when Draco came up to him and said, “Oi Potter, you know the drill: hand it over.”

            Harry complied and handed the apple over, although he had to stop Ron from stepping in. “It’s alright Ron, I didn’t really want that apple anyway. I’m not hungry anymore.”

            “Still, it’s the principle of the thing. That’s twice now,” Ron replied. His ears were pink, but at least they weren’t red.

            “Harry’s right Ron. We all agreed; he has to lay low and just not react to Malfoy. Give it a couple of days and Malfoy will get bored and move on to something else,” Hermione said.

            “Yeah, like tormenting first years,” Ron replied huffing.

            “Well we have a free period and I for one am buried under a pile of homework,” Harry said, walking back to the common room with his friends. This was the only day of the week that Hermione had a free period.

            Harry did have loads of homework to work on, but none of that was due until tomorrow and most of it wasn’t due until Friday, so he figured he would have plenty of time to do it in detention with Snape. As it were, there was something a lot more pressing on his mind: the Peverell pregnancy book Dumbledore had given him. He had gotten it back from Hermione, but hadn’t had a chance to read it. After Draco’s mood swings and almost cravings and the midnight snacks being left by the house elves, Harry really wanted to know what else he should be expecting. Therefore, when they got back to the common room, he plopped in a comfy chair in front of the fire, pulled out the Peverell pregnancy book, and started reading.

            Most of the facts of life concerning Peverells were the same as those concerning normal witches, wizards, and muggles. Harry hadn’t had a sex education class since muggle school and he had certainly never been around a pregnant person before, but he knew most of the basics. The baby would take nine months to mature and was housed inside a uterus. Babies were made during sex with the combining of sex cells…here Harry found his first difference between regular ordinary humans and Peverells. Instead of producing egg and sperm cells, Peverell wizards produce the centaur sex cells. Centaurs only have one type of sex cell that are half the size of a human egg, but motile like a human sperm. There was a direct channel between the ballocks and the uterus, so ejaculation was not necessary for the mother, which was defined as the person carrying the child. When two identical sex cells from different people meet in the uterus, they fuse to form a zygote that then divides to produce a baby. In humans, only the mother contributes mitochondria, and the case with centaurs was similar, in that only one parent’s mitochondria were past on, but it was the father’s; father was defined as the parent who was not carrying the child in his womb.

            The book disagreed with Draco about which parent was normally labeled as the father and which one the mother, but Draco seemed adamant about being the father and he didn’t really care which one he was labeled. Plus, if they ever had another child, they would do it the other way around and he didn’t want one of their children calling him mum and the other one calling him dad, so he decided to leave it and not mention it to Draco, because it would only upset him.

            Pregnancy symptoms were the same in Peverell wizards as in humans. Draco could expect to experience morning sickness, nausea, mood swings, frequent urination, difficulty breathing, back pain, and swollen feet and ankles. Draco already had half of that and Harry paled at the thought of dealing with a Draco suffering from back pain, swollen ankles, and difficulty breathing. But Harry persisted and continued reading, which paid off because the next paragraph listed horniness as a symptom and advised that frequent sex was good for a pregnant Peverell.

            Sex with Draco was a very important subject, so Harry paid close attention and read this section carefully. It said that sex was permissible during the entire pregnancy and that the pregnant person could bugger as well as be buggered. There was a warning that being buggered during the last month might trigger labor, because buggering could be strenuous activity. It therefore recommended that the pregnant Peverell lie down and have the partner ride their dick, especially during the last month, to minimize stress on the baby. Apparently sex was a good stress reliever and healthy for the baby.

            Harry made a mental note on the sex details and stress relief and continued on. There was the usual information on fetal development, which Harry skipped through, thinking he would have to come back to this part later. He didn’t have all that much time before lunch and his charms class and there was a much more critical part of the pregnancy that Harry wanted to know about: labor and birth. Thus Harry turned to the last section of the book and began to read.

            Labor would progress as in a normal human, except that a much larger secondary cervix would form on the pregnant Peverell wizard’s lower abdomen. Often it formed over the belly button, because that was where the skin was thinnest, but location was known to vary slightly. The secondary cervix would grow during the course of the labor and then dilate, opening up to a size sufficient to remove the baby. Often one parent would reach in and help the baby out, but if the baby was left in, the cervix would just keep opening until a baby could be forced through. All Draco would have to do was lay on his side and the baby would eventually come out of the large hole in his uterus.

            To Harry, the process sounded like conducting a caesarean section in the middle of the wilderness, with no medical supplies or surgeon. He was imagining Draco with horrible life-threatening infections after the birth, so he was quite relieved when the next paragraph started on the magical barriers in the body that prevented disease from entering the uterus during the birthing process and how the body would naturally heal itself and the placenta would be expelled. The secondary cervix would close, seal up, and disappear, leaving fresh, unmarked skin behind.

            The book went on to cover post-birth care of the infant. The umbilical cord would have to be tied and cut. The baby would have to be washed and dried carefully. And most amazingly, the baby would be fed from the small teats of the mother. The normally human male breasts on a Peverell would change to resemble the teats of a horse, although not quite so elongated. To Harry, they looked like a cross between a small breasted witch and the teats of a horse. It was strange and Harry was glad he was finding out about this now and not in front of Draco. The last thing he needed was to set Draco off about Harry looking at his tits funny.

            “Harry, are you alright? You look like you’re gonna hurl,” Ron said, looking over at his friend.

            “Yeah Ron, I was just reading something disturbing,” Harry replied honestly.

            “Harry, I thought you were doing homework. Oh never mind, what’s important is that you’re reading that book and we can finally talk about it. I want you to know that Ron and I will stand by you and support you if this is what you choose to do,” Hermione said, taking surreptitious glances at the cover of Harry’s book.

            “What are you talking about Hermione?” Ron asked.

            Harry closed his book and set it on his lap so he could think for a minute.

            “Harry’s reading his book about Peverell pregnancies,” Hermione clarified. “I just want him to know that we’re okay with this and if he chooses to get pregnant, we’ll support him.”

            “What do you mean, if he chooses to get pregnant, Hermione? Most Peverell wizards are just like any other bloke: they marry witches and the witches get pregnant and have the babies. Just because he has the girly bits, doesn’t make him a ponce,” Ron replied.

            “Well if Harry chooses to be a ponce, I for one, will support him. Being his friend Ronald, I would think you’d support him as well,” Hermione replied.

            “I do support him, but that doesn’t make him a ponce! When this You-Know-Who stuff blows over, he’s gonna be a bloke like any other bloke and settle down with a nice witch. At least half of all wizards are Peverell wizards and they don’t go around getting pregnant. No, they find a nice witch, marry her, and make her carry the babies. Harry’s not gonna be any different,” Ron replied.

            “You should listen to yourself right now: you sound so chauvinistic that I want to scream. I’d walk out of the room right now if it weren’t for Harry,” Hermione said, returning her attention to Harry and cutting her fight with Ron short. “Harry, what do you think about this whole Peverell thing?”

            “Um, I agree with Hermione,” Harry replied. He wasn’t about to divulge his secret relationship with Draco, not after getting his balls handed to him last night about Dobby, but there were facts about him that he could tell his friends.

            “But you’re not a ponce and aren’t gonna let some bloke bugger you and knock you up,” Ron protested.

            “Actually Ron, I was thinking that I am a ponce and would like some bloke to bugger me. I’m not sure about the pregnancy thing, but that can wait; I just barely read this book. It’s a bit a shock, really,” Harry replied.

            “You’re a what? You can’t be…” Ron stammered.

            “Ronald, I suggest you shut your mouth now, because you just keep shoving your foot further up it,” Hermione said, squeezing Harry’s hand.

            “Thanks Hermione,” Harry replied, giving her a weak smile.

            “Anytime. I, at least, will support you if you…you know…find a boyfriend,” Hermione said.

            “Brilliant,” Harry replied.

            “Um, since when? Harry, I’m gonna still be your friend and stuff, but I just want to know how and when you decided this. It seems to have happened so fast. I mean, you just found out Sunday that you’re a Peverell wizard and now you’re a ponce and considering having babies?” Ron rambled.

            “Well, for the past month now I’ve had a crush on another boy, so finding out about this Peverell stuff was a bit of a relief. Did you know that one out of every five Peverell men is gay? That’s twice as many as with typical men. It makes me feel more normal, plus I want kids someday, and this means I’ll be able to have them with another man. Maybe I’m not ready to say I want the pregnant man to be me, but that’s something that can wait until after I find the right man and get married. I don’t need to figure it all out at once,” Harry answered.

            “Good, well I’m just gonna go find that book I need for that essay,” Ron mumbled, before escaping the awkward situation. He was more than happy to let Hermione field Harry’s personal confessions. He would return when everything calmed down and was much simpler.

            “So now that Ron is gone, do you want to tell me who it is that you fancy?” Hermione asked.

            “Um, not yet,” Harry answered.

            “You know I won’t judge you, right? I mean, now that I know, we can be girlfriends and gossip about which boy has the nicest arse.”

            “Hermione! Look, no offense, but I’m just not ready for that yet. This is still really new to me.”

            “But when you’re ready, you’ll come to me, right Harry?”

            “Yeah, of course Hermione. You and Ron are my best friends, and for this, I’ll definitely be coming to you first,” Harry answered.

            “Good. I’ve been curious, so I went to the library and got another book on Peverell wizards,” Hermione said.

            “Did you find out anything interesting about Peverells? None of us come out with tails or fur, do we?” Harry asked, trying to divert Hermione from more talk of feelings. He still had the emotional range of a teaspoon.

            “No, there wasn’t any mention of Peverell wizards being born with more centaur characteristics than normal, but I did find an interesting legend about how they originated. It’s been turned into a couple of children’s stories, actually.”

            “Yeah, I heard,” Harry replied.

            “You did? Who told you?”

            “Um…” Harry stalled for time while he tried to figure out who could have told him the stories if not for Draco; not Snape either. “Dumbledore. He told me loads of stuff about Peverells.”

            “Really, like what?”

            “Mostly about Peverell sex. Did you know he’s gay?” Harry asked, changing the subject. He didn’t mean to spread rumors about the headmaster, but he needed a subject change, badly.

            “No, I didn’t come across much mention of his personal life, just that he defeated Grindelwald.”

            “Hmm…do you think there could be a link between Grindelwald and Dumbledore’s boyfriend? He told me that he sent his boyfriend to Nurmengard.”

            “Grindelwald is in Nurmengard…Merlin’s pants Harry, you’re right, there must be a link.”

            “Yeah.”

            “I should go to the library before lunch. I’ll see you in the Great Hall,” Hermione said, stuffing her homework in her backpack and throwing her bag over her shoulder.

            “Okay, see you then,” Harry replied, putting his book in his own bag. He was about to pull out some homework, but he noticed Ron hiding in the corner and waved him over.

            “No hard feelings then? I mean, I really put my foot in my mouth this time, didn’t I?” Ron asked, returning to his earlier seat next to Harry.

            “Yeah you did, but no hard feelings.”

            “So do you really want to be buggered, or were you just saying that because of what I said?”

            “I really want to be buggered,” Harry confirmed honestly.

            “I don’t mean to pry, but since when have you been thinking about it? How and why did you decide you wanted that?” Wanting to be buggered was just something Ron couldn’t understand and he wanted to, for the sake of his friendship with Harry.

            “Well I certainly never thought about it before I realized I was a ponce, but Dumbledore explained the process during our meeting Sunday night and I got to thinking about it, and yeah, I do want it. Can you handle that?”

            “Yeah, I can handle it; I’m just trying to understand. But you talked to Dumbledore about sex? That must’ve been awkward.”

            “Yeah, a bit. It was more strange than awkward… kind of surreal really. He was explaining what all those potions in that basket he gave me do and they’re all for sex. He didn’t give me any details, but…”

            “But what?” Ron asked curiously.

            “But I wrote to Fred and George a few weeks ago, when I first began thinking I might like wizards, and they sent me a book on it. That’s been really informative and totally hot,” Harry admitted.

            “Fred and George, um you know, know about that type of thing?” Ron asked surprised. His twin brothers knew everything, but he hadn’t realized that they were familiar with this subject too.

            “Well they said they didn’t have much background in it. Wait, I still have the note they sent me, you can read it,” Harry said digging in his backpack for the note from Fred and George. It was somewhat crinkled, but he flattened it out and handed it over to Ron.

            Ron took a minute to read the note, before saying, “They told the shop keeper the book was for me!?! I’ll kill them.”

            “But the book was for me, and I really appreciate having it. If I didn’t have it, I’d have to get the information out of Dumbledore. Can you imagine that Ron?” Harry asked.

            “Eww, no. Okay, so I won’t kill my brothers, but I’m still mad at them,” Ron replied.

            “Yeah, well…oh look! It’s almost lunch time and we don’t want to be late,” Harry said changing the subject. He probably shouldn’t have shown Ron the note, but he forgot about that part.

            “Yeah, definitely. They’re serving treacle tart for dessert today,” Ron replied.

            Harry and Ron went to lunch, where Hermione, fresh from the library with a new book on Dumbledore’s defeat of Grindelwald, joined them. After lunch they went to class and after class, Harry and Ron went to Quidditch practice. Then they met back up with Hermione for dinner, followed by detention for Harry. Draco was there in detention again to help Harry with his occlumency. Harry made progress learning to keep Draco out and Draco was getting faster at getting in in the first place. Over all the lesson went smoothly and there were no great revelations shared between the boys that night. Instead the hour ended and Snape sent Draco along.

            “Professor Dumbledore has met with all of the Hogwarts house elves and sworn them to secrecy. Draco should be safe within these walls,” Snape told Harry once Draco left. He had already spoken to Draco about this earlier in the day.

            “That’s great. Thank you sir. Actually sir, there were a few things I wanted to talk to you about,” Harry replied.

            “Such as?” Snape asked.

            “Such as I’d like to go with Draco to visit Grimmauld Place; I’d like to meet his mother and discuss some of the logistics of hiding Draco and the baby. I assume she’ll agree to stay with Draco and go into hiding with us.”

            “That can be arranged, possibly for this Sunday.”

            “That’d be great.”

            “And the other thing you wished to talk to me about?”

            “I want to marry Draco before the baby is born and I’ve been led to believe that the process starts with lawyers and marriage contracts. Could you help me with that sir? Finding a lawyer, I mean?” Harry asked. If not, he would have to go to Dumbledore, but the headmaster was a busy man and he didn’t want to trouble him.

            “Yes, there is a lawyer in Hogsmeade. I could set you up with an appointment, if you were to agree that Draco should stay here, safely tucked away in the castle.” Professor Snape didn’t want to have a part in encouraging a relationship between these two, but it was already happening and a marriage was in Draco’s best interest, because it would make the baby legitimate. He would encourage Draco to divorce Harry latter on, but for now he could set Harry up to meet with a lawyer as long as Draco was safely tucked away in the castle.

            “Definitely, Draco should stay here. I don’t want to risk his safety and I want my proposal to be a surprise.”

            “Then am I to take it that he is not at all aware of your intentions?”

            “No, I told him, but he told me I had to wait until Lucius gets out of Azkaban. But when I told Dumbledore, he advised me to put the contract and proposal together now and that Draco’s mum might be able to get it approved.”

            “Yes, Lady Narcissa will most likely want the wedding to occur as soon as possible, given Draco’s condition.”

            “And I agree,” Harry replied.

            “Very well, is that all?”

            “Yes.”

            “Then I have something for you from the headmaster,” Snape replied opening his desk drawer and removing three catalogs. “He indicated that he had discussed getting a year’s worth of baby supplies owl ordered. Here is a catalog of baby clothes and blankets, another one of baby furniture and toys, and a third for the motherly needs such as larger robes. You are to fill out the order form in the back with everything you want and return the forms to Dumbledore for purchase. The funds will be deducted from your Gringotts account, mind you,” Snape said.

            “Yes, or course. I want to buy everything for Draco and our baby. Thank you sir,” Harry replied, taking the catalogs back to his desk.

            Harry flipped through each of the catalogs, without stopping to pick out items, but just to get a sense of how much work this was gonna be. He quickly realized that he was way over his head and didn’t know the first thing about babies. He would have to get Draco and his mum to help him, but that would have to wait, because he still had two hours of detention and a pile of homework waiting for him.

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