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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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Harry watched Draco as he swaggered about the room, flirting with the other girls a bit, but mostly just mingling, as Harry stood behind him a few paces, content to ride the waves of contentment he was feeling from their child.
Apparently the nerve enhancer worked on unborn children, too, because Harry could tell that the child was more alert of the fluid surrounding it than usual, and was enjoying the rocking sensation that Harry’s frequent steps were causing as he and Draco moved swiftly through the masses of guests.
Draco stopped short, pulling Harry close as he saw his mother several feet away, talking with a man dressed in a Roman-style toga.
After a few moments, Narcissa noticed Draco, and, smiling, nodded to him.
Draco smirked. “It would seem my mother’s lover is willing to meet you.” He said. “I would advise you to not act surprised when you find out who it is.” He said in an undertone.
Harry nodded, looking at the light brown hair. It was a familiar shade, but he couldn’t quite place it…
Draco led him over to the couple, and Harry had to fight back a gasp as amber eyes met his.
Narcissa and Remus?!
It went far beyond merely bizarre, this was just creepy!
Remus looked into his eyes shocked for a moment, then blinked and composed himself. “Miss Celeste, I presume?” He asked. “Pleased to meet you.” He said softly.
Harry swallowed thickly. “Hello.” Harry replied quietly. “It is nice to meet you, but I’m growing tired. May we go to bed, Draco?” He asked, fighting back tears.
Draco nodded, leading Harry away swiftly, bidding Remus and his mother good-night.
Harry wanted so badly to tell Remus who he really was, but he couldn’t. Remus would want to tell Molly and Arthur, and they would tell Ginny, and she would tell her friends, and from there, the knowledge would spread like wildfire. But not being able to tell his father’s last remaining friend was more painful than anything he had ever endured in his life, by far. Cruciatus hurt fiercely, but it didn’t wound the heart and soul as deeply as the certainty that Remus was lost to him was doing right now.
“Harry?” Draco asked, stopping in the hallway when he received no response. “Harry, you’re pale!” He whispered. “What’s wrong?”
Harry shook his head, a tear finally freeing itself to trace a path down one cheek, carrying eyeliner with it. “Please, let’s just go to bed. I… I just can’t, Draco. I can’t!”
Draco gathered Harry to his chest and murmured soothing words into his distraught lover’s ear. “Shh, it’s alright, calm down, Love. Let’s get to the bedroom so we can talk freely.” He said softly, guiding the sniffling teen into his bedroom and seating him on the bed. “Now, what’s the matter?” He asked gently.
Harry sniffed, shaking his head. “I can’t tell him. He’d want to tell the Weasleys and Ginny… She’d spill it, I know she would. But I want him to know! He’s all I’ve got of my father’s friends left! And I miss him, Draco!” Harry confessed, more tears falling, growing in number as Harry’s despair at the conflict within him became too much to deny. The dam had broken, and he had no choice now but to allow the tears to flow.
Draco sighed. Harry was feeling the moodiness of pregnancy, and that combined with an experience like he had just had could deal a devastating blow. He wished he had known what effect the meeting would have on Harry, so he could have prepared him better for the shock, but he hadn’t thought it would hurt Harry so much. Harry had obviously been closer to the Werewolf than Draco had known.
“Maybe someday you can tell him. But you should wait until after the baby is born.” Draco said.
“Daughter.” Harry murmured softly.
“What?” Draco asked, confused.
Harry raised his tear-streaked face to Draco’s. “I’m pretty sure we’re having a girl. Our daughter.” He said.
Draco smiled happily. “Really? How can you tell?” He asked, sitting next to Harry and wrapping his arms around him.
Harry let a small smile creep onto his face. “It just feels like a girl.” He said. “I can’t really explain it. But I’m pretty sure.”
Draco laughed happily. “A girl! Harry, I love you!”
Harry chuckled as Draco kissed him firmly, pushing him back onto the bed.
After a few moments of tasting Harry’s mouth thoroughly, Draco raised his head. “We’re going to need a son, you know.” He said breathlessly, smiling widely.
Harry laughed. “How about you let me have this one before you start trying to make the next, hm?” He suggested.
“I think I could do that. Sounds reasonable.” Draco said, nodding decisively. “But we should practice, just to be sure we don’t forget how.” He purred, leaning down to kiss and suck at Harry’s neck as he gently pushed the diaphanous white gown off of Harry’s shoulders.
“Draco,” Harry breathed, arching his back as Draco removed the costume he had been wearing. “Please.” He gasped as his plea was answered, and Draco’s mouth moved to one of his exposed nipples.
Draco kept teasing Harry’s nipple with his mouth as he fumbled for his wand, and, finding a wand, lubricated his fingers and his cock. He dropped the wand onto the floor and pushed the gown off of Harry completely, letting it fall to the floor. He slipped a finger into the brunet, feeling his tightness, and groaning. He’d been aching for this ever since he’d seen his lover in that flowing white silk, nipples peaked against the fabric, boldly displayed. Harry’s breasts were now apparent even while he was physically male. They knew it was from the pregnancy, but Draco found it unbearably erotic.
Harry gasped at the twin sensations. “Gah, Draco!” He cried out, twining his fingers in Draco’s hair and throwing his head back. He felt a second finger slide inside him, and he tightened over it in reflex, groaning at the increased pleasure the action produced.
Draco growled against Harry’s skin, moving up to swirl his tongue over Harry’s collarbone. Harry tasted of sweat and that unique taste of sweetness that Draco knew he could never get enough of. He added the third finger, stretching Harry, hearing the teen whimper as he pushed back onto the fingers, riding them as well as he could from underneath Draco.
Draco pulled his fingers free and climbed fully atop the bed, laying back against the pillows and pulling Harry astride him. “Ride me.” He whispered, guiding Harry into position.
Harry grinned as he hovered over Draco’s cock. “When do I get to top again?” He asked coyly.
Draco groaned. “Tomorrow. Just… Please, Harry!” The blond begged.
Harry giggled, the sound melting into a moan as he sunk down on Draco’s hardness, encasing the stiff length in his own body.
Draco cried out, grasping Harry’s hips and holding on, helping Harry find a rhythm. He watched Harry lean back, hands resting on Draco’s knees as Harry thrust his chest forward and tilted his head back, letting the pleasure take over. The sight was almost more than he could bear, but he held himself in check.
Harry moaned, his fingers tightening around Draco’s knees as he felt the pleasure wash over and through him, running through his body before collecting in his cock, building to a fever pitch.
Draco gasped when Harry’s body tightened around his shaft and a shiver ran through the brunet’s frame. He could have held back a few moments more if Harry hadn’t chosen that second to wrap a hand around his own throbbing length.
Draco lost control, tightening his hands on Harry’s hips and slamming himself upwards a few more times, hearing Harry’s scream of ecstasy as he came, and flooded his fiancé’s passage with his seed.
Harry slid off of Draco’s body with a heavy sigh. “So, I guess it could be worse. Remus can get to know Celeste, if he can’t know who I am.” He decided.
Draco wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist, nuzzling the damp curls framing his face. “Go to sleep. You’ll know what to do in the morning.” He said. “Besides, you’re in a delicate condition. You need sleep.”
Harry rolled his eyes, relaxing into Draco’s embrace with a small smile. “Good-night, Draco.”
Draco smiled happily. “Sweet dreams, my love.” He murmured.
*****
Harry woke with a groan as a tawny owl carrying a heavy book landed on his knees, effectively banishing his dreams of Draco and whipped cream. “Bloody hell.” He sighed, untying the book and reading the note attached to the cover.
Celeste-
I wanted you to have this before we got back to school.
Hermione
Harry frowned at the title of the book. ‘Raising your Magical Child, a Muggleborn’s guide to child-rearing in the Wizarding world.’
“Wha? What’s that?’ Draco asked sleepily, sitting up. He saw the cover and sneered. “We won’t need that. I know our laws and customs already.” He said haughtily.
“I still plan to read it. Hermione will know if I don’t.” He said wryly.
Draco scoffed, throwing the covers back. “Fine. Waste your time with that book instead of me. I see how it is.”
Harry grabbed Draco before he could get out of bed and pulled him back, climbing atop him when he fell gracelessly back into the bed, shrieking in surprise. Harry couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of Draco, hair tossed everywhere due to its ability to defy gravity paired with his abrupt return to the bed.
Draco glared up at Harry. “What’s so funny, Potter?!” He snapped.
Harry raised an eyebrow. “Back to surnames, are we? Malfoy?” He purred, nipping at the blonde’s neck. “I never said I was going to read it right now. Just… Eventually.”
“Shouldn’t bother.” Draco murmured, then gasped as Harry cupped him, squeezing gently.
“Well, now, look who’s awake.” Harry teased Draco.
Draco flushed. “I’m pretty sure you’re hard, too.” The blonde grabbed Harry’s ass, pulling the teen flush against him, and smirked. “See? I was right.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “I’m seventeen, Draco. That’s just a normal reaction to having another human body in bed with me.”
“Oh, so it’s not because I’m the father of your unborn child?” Draco drawled.
Harry flushed. “Of course not!” He protested.
Draco snorted. “Yes, well, arguments aside, wanna shag?”
“Brilliant idea!” Harry agreed happily, an instant before capturing Draco’s mouth in a heated kiss.
Draco groaned when Harry’s mouth moved to his nipple, licking, biting and sucking the delicate nub. He heard a faint whisper, and there was a lubricated finger pressing insistently against his entrance. He relaxed, and Harry slid the finger into him. Draco gasped, arching his back in an attempt to get the finger deeper into him than was humanly possible. When it didn’t work, he quickly switched tactics.
“Going to just sit there with your finger in my arse, or are you going to do something about it already?” He asked in irritation.
Harry smirked, adding a second finger. “Did you want me to do something about it?” He asked sweetly.
“Not anymore, no.” Draco snapped, then ruined the effect by squeaking as Harry’s fingers grazed his prostate.
“Really?” Harry added a third finger, twisting them inside Draco, making the blond moan. “Because your body is telling me a different tale.” He whispered. “It says you long for me to fill you full. To drive deep into you until you’ve forgotten where I end and you begin, and until we’re both just too sated to care anymore.”
Draco licked his lips. “That does sound good.” He said thoughtfully.
“But, if you’d rather not…“ Harry sighed, pulling his fingers free and shifting his weight as if to get out of the bed.
Draco’s legs were wrapped tightly around his waist before he could move an inch. “Oh, no. You’re going to get in me and make me forget where I end and you begin, damn you!” He snarled.
Harry chuckled and lubricated himself wandlessly, then shifted into position and slid home.
Draco moaned loudly as Harry filled him, wrapping his arms around the brunet’s shoulders. “Gods, I missed this.” He sighed, arching into Harry as the teen pulled out and drove in again, angling for his prostate.
Harry bent his head and began sucking lightly on Draco’s neck. “Did you know,” he breathed, his hot breaths teasing Draco’s skin, “That I can feel our daughter’s emotions even right now? She’s happy, and content, and half-asleep. And we get to raise her and care for her.” He bit down on Draco’s neck just enough to cause him to pull slightly away, then he laved the area with his tongue before he added, “Do you know how lucky we are?”
Draco closed his eyes, gritting his teeth as he fought not to come too soon. “Yes.” He hissed.
Harry looked at him, a small smirk on his lips. “Are you going to come?” He asked conversationally.
“Not if you keep talking, I’m not!” Draco shouted. He mentally cursed as Harry chuckled and redoubled his efforts.
Harry finally felt the beginnings of his orgasm approaching, and he bent to whisper in Draco’s ear, “Can you come with me?”
Draco nodded frantically. “Just say when.” He bit out.
Harry thrust once more, twice, then told Draco, “Come now.”
Their voices overlapped, shouting out in a wordless symphony of pleasure attained and shared between them.
Draco lay beneath Harry, panting as he tried to unbunch the muscles that had been less than willing to fight his orgasm. “Ow. I think I may have pulled something.”
Harry chuckled, not even lifting his head from where it lay, nestled in the crook of Draco’s neck. “You certainly looked like you were having some problems.” He pointed out.
“We should go back to sleep.” Draco decided.
“Mm.” Harry agreed, already nodding off.
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