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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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            When dinner time approached, Harry woke Draco up from his nap and sent him off to dinner, while he once again left under his invisibility cloak and went to the Gryffindor common room to meet Ron and Hermione. The three of them walked down to the Great Hall together and while they walked Hermione said, “I’ve good news Harry; I talked to Professor Snape and he’s agreed to teach me occlumency every Monday and Thursday evening after dinner. I’ll be joining you in detention tonight.”

            “That’s great Hermione!” Harry replied.

            “Now you two aren’t gonna make me learn occlumency from Snape too, are you?” Ron asked warily.

            “It really would be best if you learned. Oh it would be so much fun if I could practice legilimency on you Ronald,” Hermione replied.

            “No, I don’t think that’s necessary. It’ll mean keeping a few secrets from you, just in case we do get captured, but I think it should all work out without you needing to know everything,” Harry replied.

            “Sorry Hermione, but I think I’m going with Harry on this one. The last thing I need is another class with Snape,” Ron said sitting down at the Gryffindor table next to Seamus, Dean, and Neville on one side and Ginny and her fifth year friends on the other.

            Harry and Hermione sat down too and joined the conversation, which seemed to revolve around the upcoming Hogsmeade weekend.

            “I need to pick up some more parchment and quills,” Hermione said.

            “I’d fancy a stop at Honeyduke’s meself,” Ron replied. “What about you Harry?”

            Harry didn’t want to tell him about the ring shopping with Luna, so instead he went with, “I need new pants,” hoping that undergarments were not a catchy subject and that no one at the table would offer to go pants shopping with him.

            “Well we could go to all three before lunch at the three broomsticks,” Hermione replied.

            “Really Hermione, I’d rather not have a girl along when I’m trying to buy pants. How about I just meet you at the Three Broomsticks?” Harry countered.

            “Yeah, no offense mate, but I don’t fancy watching you try on pants either,” Ron replied.

            “But Harry, it’s too dangerous. We should stick together,” Hermione replied.

            “I have my cloak and I promise to wear it whenever I’m not in a store. Besides, I can’t go to the candy shop or the school supply shop with either of you, because I already promised to go to some shop with Luna.”

            “When did this happen?” Hermione asked accusingly.

            “This morning at Breakfast. She asked me and we didn’t have any plans arranged,” Harry replied.

            “What are you gonna buy with Luna?” Ron asked with a mixture of surprise and bemusement, like this was about to be a good laugh.

            “I’ve no idea. She said the nargles said and I had to go. She’s been a good friend so I agreed,” Harry lied; the nargles part was true though.

            “Ginny, do you know what Luna plans to do with Harry in Hogsmeade on Saturday?” Hermione asked.

            “No idea, but she mentioned a possible pet-project that she wanted to work on that would be coming up in the near future. She said something about nargles,” Ginny replied.

            “Do you think she could be up to something?” Hermione wondered suspiciously.

            “Hermione, it’s Luna, Luna Lovegood, we’re talking about. She doesn’t have a malevolent bone in her body,” Harry replied. “I trust her.”

            “I do too. She may be a little…” Ron said, rolling his eyes. “But she’s on our side and trust worthy.”

            “Oh alright. You’re not going pant shopping with her though, are you?” Hermione asked.

            “No, but if you’d like, I could ask her to walk me to the pants shop,” Harry replied.

            “That’s not necessary, you can defend yourself,” Ron replied.

            “Yeah, that should be good,” Hermione replied.

            “Okay, so it’s settled: I’ll meet you two at the Three Broom Sticks after I buy my pants and help Luna,” Harry concluded, leaving out that he also hoped to meet with a lawyer about the marriage contract. He would have to ask Snape about that tonight after Hermione finishes her occlumency lesson.

            The friends finished dinner together and then Harry and Hermione went to detention. Hermione practiced occlumency with Snape, while Harry did homework and read. Harry was engrossed in his reading for defense against the dark arts, so he barely even noticed the time fly through Hermione’s lesson. He did, however, take the chance to talk to Snape privately the moment Hermione left.

            “Sir, have you managed to set me an appointment to meet with a lawyer Saturday?” Harry asked.

            “Yes Mr. Potter, you are to meet with a Mr. Cepheus Binns at two o’clock; do not be late. He’s a relative of both Mr. Malfoy and Professor Binns. He knows pureblood marriage laws, but he’s no Death Eater. You will be safe in his hands, but I would advise you not to dawdle outside the safety of the castle,” Snape replied.

            “Thank you sir,” Harry replied, biting back his retort about not knowing Snape cared. Snape probably only carried because of Harry’s role in the upcoming war.

            “Is that all Mr. Potter?”

            “I also have one order form filled out. It’s not everything we’ll need from the catalog; just the clothes Draco will need. Draco said he didn’t know what to do with the rest of that catalog, except to ask you and his mum,” Harry said pulling the paternity catalog out of his backpack and showing it to Snape.

            “I can certainly fill out all of the items I will need for the birth and give this form back to Professor Dumbledore. We can put in a second order when Draco and Lady Narcissa have had a chance to discuss such matters,” Snape replied, taking the form.

            “Draco and I talked about the baby stuff too. We’re figuring out the list now, but we want to wait until we’re a hundred percent certain it’s a boy to send in the order. You’ll repeat the test in a month and know for sure by then, right?” Harry asked.

            “There are no guarantees in life Mr. Potter, but waiting a month is reasonable. There are a number of unisex items that can be used for either a boy or a girl from which you could choose if the sex cannot be determined.”

            “Thanks, I’ll look into that,” Harry replied.

            After that, Harry returned to doing his homework and with all the uninterrupted homework time he was getting with these detentions, he really didn’t think he would have much left to do during the weekend. Sure he still had detention all weekend, but that would probably be enough. Maybe just one trip to the library with Hermione would cover it.

            The detention passed silently and quickly and Harry was happy with his progress when he went to bed that night. The next morning, was Friday morning and there was an air of eager anticipation at the breakfast table as Hogsmeade plans were finalized and discussed. While he listened to the idle chatter, Harry had an idea and put two apples in his backpack. He filed off to his morning transfigurations class with his friends and afterwards, in the hallway when Hermione was still in the classroom talking to Professor McGonagall about her latest exam score, he pulled out the first apple. Draco didn’t even say anything this morning, just held out his hand for the apple. Harry complied and when Draco was out of sight enjoying his stolen fruit, Harry pulled out the second apple and took a bite.

            “Wicked! Malfoy just took off and didn’t even know you had that second one!” Ron exclaimed laughing, having watched the entire scene.

            ‘Okay, so I’m at least a good enough actor to fool Ron,’ Harry thought to himself as he enjoyed the apple. “Yeah, I just figured that if I wanted to actually eat an apple, I’d have to bring two.”

            “You know what you should do mate?” Ron asked.

            “No, what?”

            “Mess with the apple you give Malfoy. Maybe not poison, but you could give him one with worms in it,” Ron suggested eagerly. “Neville could get some from the greenhouse.”

            “No, that’s too much work. Come on, let’s get to class,” Harry said as Hermione finally came out of the classroom.

            The rest of his classes passed in much the same way and then Harry’s favorite part of the day came and he went to the room of requirement to meet Draco.

            The first thing Harry did when he entered the room was to put his backpack on the coffee table and the second was to change his pants. He was still in the bathroom when Draco arrived and called out, “Harry? Are you in here?”

            “Yeah, I’m coming,” Harry replied, walking through the hut towards Draco as Draco walked through the dining patio and met him in the sitting room. Draco set his backpack on the coffee table before Harry pulled him into a hug and initiated an intense snogging session.

            “Whoa, that was a nice greeting,” Draco said when he got his breath back after he and Harry broke apart ten minutes later.

            “Yeah, well I missed you,” Harry replied. “So, what do you want to do today?”

            “Eat, snog, wank; you know, the usual,” Draco replied, but he was looking out at the water while he said it.

            “You want to go for a swim or a snorkel or any other of a large list of water-based activities?” Harry asked. He too missed the warm inviting water.

            “Yeah. Have you ever been spear fishing Harry?”

            “Ah, no…” Harry replied.

            “Well then I’ll just have to teach you. The best sushi is caught fresh.”

            “Do you have your swimming trunks? Mine are in the dresser.”

            “I left my favorite pair here in that dresser too; I haven’t had many other excuses to wear them, seeing as how the other Slytherins don’t appreciate me walking around the common room in them.”

            “They either don’t know what they’re missing or they’re jealous,” Harry replied, leading Draco into the bedroom and pulling open the drawer where the swimming trunks were kept.

            “Probably a combination of the two,” Draco replied grabbing his trunks from the drawer. “I’ll take the bathroom, you can use the bedroom, and we’ll meet back in the sitting room?”

            “Yeah sounds good,” Harry replied, grabbing his own trunks.

            Harry changed as soon as Draco had the bathroom door shut behind him and then headed towards the sitting room. He waited in the sitting room for a minute, before deciding he wanted another look at the nursery. He walked through the hallway and into the room, hearing Draco making changing noises from within the bathroom. The nursery was as they had left it, so Harry sat down on the rocking chair.

            No sooner had Harry sat down than he heard the bathroom door open. “Draco, I’m in the nursery,” Harry called.

            Draco came in wearing nothing but his swimming trunks. He walked over to the rocking chair and sat in Harry’s lap, so Harry wrapped his arms around Draco and rocked slowly back and forth. “I’m glad you’re having my baby Draco. With all the shite going on in the outside world, it’s nice to have something wonderful like this to think about and look forward to. Thank you and always remember that I love you and our baby, no matter what happens,” Harry said genuinely. He wanted Draco to know how he felt, not just that he wanted the baby.

            “You should be grateful that it’s me having your baby, because well, it’s me. I have superb breeding and wonderful genes,” Draco replied arrogantly, but he snuggled into Harry’s lap and tucked his head into the crook of Harry’s neck.

            “Oh believe me, I am. You’ve wonderful genes; miraculous, gigantic, humongous, exceptionally large, glorious genes and I hope to continue to be lucky enough to enjoy those genes,” Harry replied, referring to Draco’s cock.

            “Not so fast Potter; first you have to feed me, before you can partake of my genes,” Draco teased getting up from the rocking chair.

            “Of course. Let’s go find some spears,” Harry replied, taking Draco’s hand and letting Draco lead him out onto the beach.

            There were now two beach towels along with two spears, two longboards, two paddles, two sets of snorkel gear, and a bucket. “So we paddle out to where we see some good fish, then we get in the water with the snorkels and spears, aim, throw, and repeat. When we catch a fish, we put it in the bucket. Think you can handle that?” Draco asked.

            “Well if I can survive the killing curse, twice, then I think I can at least try spear fishing. You never know when the next avada kedavra will take, after all,” Harry joked. He had never even been fishing before, but if Draco could do it, then he could do it too.

            “You better not go putting yourself in front of them to find out. If you make this baby an orphan, I’ll find some way of torturing your spirit,” Draco warned.

            “Yes your majesty,” Harry replied. He was beginning to think that the only future Draco would approve of involved Voldemort dead, but Draco, Harry, and their baby alive.

            “Good, now if you really can’t do it, you can always pull out your wand, but I was barely eleven the last time I went spear fishing, so I did it the muggle way,” Draco replied getting his gear ready by piling it on his longboard.

            Harry copied Draco with his own gear and longboard. “So how do we get on this thing?” Harry asked as he put the last item on.

            “We walk out a bit, climb on, and stand up. Then we use the paddle to propel us like any other boat. It’s really not that hard,” Draco replied and then started to pull his longboard to the water.

            “Wait, let me get that,” Harry said hastily, not wanting Draco to pull something and possibly hurt the baby.

            “By all means Harry, go ahead,” Draco said with a smirk. He approved of Harry waiting on him and treating him the way he deserved; he was pregnant with Harry’s baby after all, so the least he could do was let Harry do everything for him, even if the longboard wasn’t very heavy.

            “Thanks,” Harry replied, pulling Draco’s longboard into the water, before pulling his own.

            “So just climb on,” Draco said climbing onto his board easily and standing up.

            “Alright, here it goes,” Harry replied climbing onto his board. He tried to stand, but he lost his balance and slipped off once, before he climbed on again and stood up triumphantly.

            “Well done,” Draco replied with a smirk. “Now we’ll just paddle out a bit.”

            Draco had his paddle in hand and was paddling on one side and then the other. Harry copied him, but it was harder than it looked and required a lot of arm strength. “Draco, if you get tired or anything, we can always stop,” Harry said, worried about the exertion Draco was going through to teach him a new skill.

            “Oh no, you’re not getting out of this that easily. If I get tired, I’ll just climb on your longboard and let you paddle for both of us,” Draco replied, paddling full steam ahead like it was nothing.

            ‘Maybe it is nothing to him, if he’s done this loads of times before,’ Harry thought as he paddled. After a minute, Harry got into a rhythm with the paddling and began to think it wasn’t so bad after all.

            “Alright, I see loads of fish down here,” Draco said stopping. He sat down and put his paddle down on his longboat. Harry stopped a few feet behind him and mimicked him, sitting down and laying his paddle on his own longboard. “Just be careful not to drop anything, like your paddle, in the water, or you’ll have to go in after it.”

            “Alright, don’t drop the paddle,” Harry said watching Draco put his snorkel gear on. Harry took the cue and put his snorkel gear on too.

            “Now take your spear and get in the water,” Draco instructed, grabbing his own spear and slipping off his board, into the ocean.

            “Draco, do you think this is safe for the baby? I mean maybe I could spear the fish and you could eat them?” Harry suggested, suddenly worried about all of the ways Draco could hurt himself lunging after fish.

            “Well, I thought it would be fine, but if you want to do all the work while I supervise, then alright,” Draco replied. Harry was being overly cautious, but Draco liked feeling taken care of, so he felt like encouraging Harry today. Of course that would end the moment Harry suggested that it wasn’t safe for him to do something he really wanted to do, but Harry hadn’t tried that yet.

            “Brilliant. You’ll make a brilliant supervisor,” Harry replied, slipping off his longboard and joining Draco in the water.

            “Harry?”

            “Yeah Draco?”

            “Don’t forget your spear.”

            “Right, my spear. I’ll need that,” Harry replied, reaching back up to the board to grab his spear.

            “Now just find one of the tasty ones, aim, and throw,” Draco instructed.

            “Which ones are tasty?”

            “I like those big silver ones,” Draco said, pointing to a few larger silver fish. He couldn’t quite remember the name, except for that it contained a lot of vowel sounds.

            “Right, here I go,” Harry replied, swimming closer to the fish.

            Draco watched in amusement as Harry aimed and threw his spear. He missed and the fish went swimming away from him as fast as they could. Harry swam after them and tried again and again he missed. There were a dozen more missed attempts and then one of the tasty fish swam right into Draco’s reach. He aimed, threw, and stabbed the fish through the abdomen. The fish was large and put up a fight, so he let go of his spear and surfaced near his longboard. “Harry, be a dear and get that one for me,” Draco requested.

            Harry hadn’t noticed Draco’s movement, but he did notice when the red clouds spread through the water. With the red cloud in the way, he couldn’t see Draco anymore when he was submerged, so he rose to the surface, just in time to see Draco breakthrough the water and to hear his subsequent request. Harry wasted no time and took off swimming after the bloody fish and Draco’s spear. It took a few minutes to catch up with the fish, but it was dying, so it hardly put up a fight and he was able to pull it by the spear back to the longboards.

            ‘How in the world did Draco spear one of these things when he wasn’t even trying and I couldn’t get one, despite repeated attempts?’ Harry wondered as he swam.

            Draco was already sitting on his longboard, paddle in hand, waiting for Harry’s return. “Ah good, you’ve found it,” Draco said seeing Harry return with the fish and spear. “It’s too big for the bucket and looks a bit dead, so just put it straight onto your board.”

            “Yeah, it wasn’t putting up much of a fight anymore by the time I reached it,” Harry said putting his own spear back on his longboard and then trying to lift the fish onto the board as well, but the fish was heavy and the board kept moving. “How do I get this thing up?”

            “You could use your wand,” Draco replied. He could help Harry, but watching him struggle was more fun.

            “Yeah, alright,” Harry replied, retrieving his wand from his leg holster before casting a wingardium leviosa on the fish. The fish flopped up onto the longboard and Harry quickly followed, but then he accidentally knocked his paddle off the board and he had to go back into the water to fetch it. Luckily the paddle floated, so a minute later he was back on board the longboard, with his paddle in hand this time.

            Seeing as Harry was finally on his board with the fish, Draco stood up and started paddling back. “Now let’s get back and make some sushi,” Draco said.

            Harry followed Draco and quickly realized that it was harder to paddle when his board was weighted down with the large fish, but he didn’t complain and kept paddling. It only took five minutes to get back and then Draco was slipping off his board back into the ocean and swimming to shore. Harry did the same, but pulled his board and the fish all the way in, before going back for Draco’s longboard and taking all the snorkel gear off.

            By the time Harry was done pulling the longboards onto the beach properly, Draco had cast a levitating spell of his own and moved the fish onto the beach. Then he cast several spells to clean, scale, and slice the fish up into sushi-sized chunks. A plate appeared on the dining table when he willed it, which Draco grabbed and quickly filled with raw fish.

            “Wow, that looks amazing,” Harry said coming over to the dining table to see Draco’s handiwork.

            “Yeah, now it just needs something to go with it,” Draco replied, thinking about rice. Two plates, each with a scoop of rice and a brown sauce, appeared on the table. “Perfect. Eat up.” Draco transferred half of the raw fish to his own plate and began eating.

            Harry had never had sushi before, but after all that paddling, he was hungry, and so he put some of the fish onto his plate and took a bite with rice. It was really good. Harry was thoroughly enjoying himself before he remembered that pregnant muggles weren’t supposed to eat fish, because of metal poisoning. “Draco, this is really good, but is it safe to eat fish when you’re pregnant?”

            “Yeah, I don’t see why not and Professor Snape certainly didn’t tell me not to.”

            “Well muggles don’t eat fish when they’re pregnant, because of a risk of heavy metal poisoning.”

            “That’s only in polluted water. Do you think that this ocean has been polluted by muggles? It didn’t even exist two months ago and is confined within a castle, for Merlin’s sake.”

            “Yeah, you’re probably right,” Harry replied, eating his last bite of sushi. Draco too, was done with his plate of sushi, but there was still some more on the serving platter and a lot more fish left on the beach. “Are you good or do you want seconds?”

            “I want something else; something fruity.”

            “Lilikoi? I’ll go get a couple,” Harry offered.

            “No, not today. How about some guava? Just go into the lilac forest and require that the room give you a guava tree,” Draco replied.

            “Why don’t you go with me?” Harry suggested.

            “No, I want to take a bath. You may be fine with a few cleaning charms, but I prefer real water.”

            “Okay. What do guavas look like then?”

            “Some are pink on the inside, with green skin and others are white on the inside, with yellow skin. They come from trees. Here, I’ll imagine the trees for you,” Draco said and suddenly there were several medium height trees added to the lilac forest.

            “Brilliant. Enjoy your bath,” Harry relied, giving Draco a quick peck on the lips and then taking off towards one of the new trees.

            The new trees held green globes that were just above Harry’s reach, so he accio’ed Draco’s broom and flew up to pick an armful, before flying back to the dining patio, where he set down the fruit. Draco was still in the bath, so Harry decided to cast a number of cleaning and drying spells on himself, before changing into his pants and pajama bottoms. They had already used up most of their time together for the day and they had yet to use the stretching potion. And since Draco was still in the bath, Harry prepared the applicator with the stretching potion.

            Just as Harry was setting the filled applicator down on the dresser, Draco opened the bathroom door a few inches and popped his head through. “Harry, would you mind finding me some pajamas to wear?” Draco asked, thinking that it was just about wanking time, so he didn’t want to put his school robes back on.

            “Why don’t you wear nothing but the towel. I was thinking we could wank now,” Harry said walking the few steps to the bathroom door with a mischievous grin.

            “What about my guava?”

            “I’ll go get it and you can eat it in bed.”

            “Okay, let me get a towel then,” Draco replied closing the door and wrapping one of the big white fluffy towels that were hung on a rack on the second door, around himself before reopening the door.

            Harry ran to the dining patio, grabbed one of the guavas, and ran back into the bedroom. Harry was on Draco as soon as the door was opening again and snogging him senseless. It was hot and wet and tingling as Draco’s lips moved sensually underneath Harry’s lips and Harry’s tongue explored Draco’s mouth. While they kissed, Harry slowly led their bodies over to the bed, where he pulled Draco’s towel away and threw it on the bed. Harry had expected Draco to be naked underneath the towel, but he had his pants on instead, so Harry quickly pulled Draco’s throbbing cock out of those pants, before pushing said pants down Draco’s legs.

            Harry’s hands where on Draco’s body and his lips were on Draco’s lips, his tongue was in Draco’s mouth, and Draco had trouble thinking straight. All his blood was rushing to his dick as his heart pounded in his chest and his breathing came out in excited pants, as usual for being kissed by Harry. When Harry’s mouth abandoned his and moved on to his chin, Draco tilted his head to breathe and noticed that his pants were gone. Harry’s mouth was now on his neck, kissing and sucking, when Draco decided that turnabout was far play and pushed Harry’s pajamas and pants down, at the same time.

            Harry stepped out of his pajamas and pants, leaving him and Draco naked, cock to throbbing hard cock, for the first time. Draco’s head tilted down slightly and his forehead came to rest on Harry’s forehead. They were already so close to each other that their cocks could have been touching, but as they were, they weren’t touching, because Harry’s body was slightly to the side of Draco’s, so that Harry’s cock touched Draco’s thigh and Draco’s cock touched Harry’s stomach. “Is cock touching alright, yet?” Harry asked, not sure how far Draco was willing to take this. He didn’t even know if Draco had thought about what he’d done or just did it.

            Draco thought about it, but there was very little oxygen reaching his brain and he couldn’t figure out the question, much less the answer. Instead he pushed his pulsing dick into Harry’s stomach and let out an incoherent groan.

            Not having got an intelligible answer and still needing his arse stretched, Harry decided to back off. He pushed Draco back on the bed and said, “Lie down, I’ll be there in a second.

            Draco tried to follow Harry back up, to keep the contact, but Harry pushed his chest back down and said, “Stay.” Thus Draco sat panting on the edge of the bed, trying to form a coherent thought as some of the blood flow to his brain returned, delivering the much needed oxygen.

            Harry found the guava on the dresser where he abandoned it and tossed it to Draco, who bit into it and started eating. He then grabbed the filled applicator from the dresser, lied down on the bed, and cast his three preparing spells. Then he looked up at Draco and said, “Come here.”

            This time Draco understood and laid down against Harry’s side, snuggling in and pressing his still hard dick against Harry’s thigh, while chewing his last bite of fruit. Draco was about to start humping Harry’s thigh when Harry said, “Wait, I want to talk to you about this first.”

            Draco stopped and sat back up, next to Harry, so that he would be able to think enough to hold a conversation. Harry sat up too, so that he was equal with Draco. “Yeah?” Draco asked when he felt his head clearing.

            “I want to know how much you’re okay with. Our cocks were almost touching; do you want that to happen or do I need to try to keep them apart?” Harry asked.

            Draco thought about it for a minute before replying, “I haven’t really thought about it, but it seems fine.”

            “What about everything else that we’ve done so far. Is it all good?”

            Draco thought back to everything they had done so far and was about to reply in the affirmative, when he realize he didn’t know what one of those feelings was. “Yesterday there was something warm and wet on my dick towards the end. I don’t know what that was,” Draco finally answered.

            “That was my mouth,” Harry answered calmly, waiting for an outburst from Draco, but none came.

            “I liked it,” Draco answered shyly.

            “Then I can use my mouth again?” Harry asked with a wide grin. When Draco nodded, Harry took him into his arms and gave him a short kiss. “Do you want to do the same position as yesterday?”

            “Yeah,” Draco answered and Harry laid him down on the bed, before climbing on top of his chest, as he had been the day before.

            “Here’s the applicator,” Harry said, passing the full applicator back to Draco and trying not to get Draco too excited too soon, because Draco needed some of his facilities to do the stretching.

            Draco took the applicator and seeing Harry’s slick entrance, went right to work pushing the applicator in and pushing the plunger down. Then he threw the applicator away and inserted his finger, stretching Harry’s anal canal out the same way he had done the day before: longitudinally first.

            Feeling Draco’s finger enter him and fill him, Harry decided to get to work on Draco’s cock. First he used his hands to wank him with the same long firm two-handed strokes Draco seemed to prefer. Harry’s own cock was hard and throbbing only inches away from Draco’s and with his new permission to let their cocks touch, he couldn’t resist scooting forward two inches, closer to Draco’s cock.

            Then with one hand, he lowered his cock and with the other hand, he raised Draco’s cock, until the two heads finally met. Draco’s cock head felt hot, wet, and pulsating under Harry’s cock head. Draco’s head was more than twice the size of Harry’s head, so Harry had fun rotating one around the other in his hands. Then he tried taking the two cock heads in his two hands and pressing them together and Draco groaned.

            Draco was trying to concentrate on stretching Harry’s arse, so he didn’t even noticed when Harry started it, but then he did notice. There was something small and smooth, but hard and firm at the same time and it was pressing against his dick head as hands squeezed him. Normally Harry did more stroking and no two handed squeezing and Draco had to admit this was nice and unexpected. A spasm shot through his body to his dick, but that passed quickly and Draco went back to fingering Harry arse.

            Now it was Harry’s turn to groan as he felt Draco add a second finger to his anal canal. It felt full and Harry was enjoying it as Draco’s two fingers thrust into him. But then it felt even fuller as his hole was stretched ever wider. “What’d you just do?” Harry asked and then grunted. It was just too much sensation.

            “I added a third finger, why?” Draco asked.

            “It feels really intense, like you’re stretching me wide open,” Harry replied, deliberately stroking Draco again, so that he would have something to concentrate on to get him through the moment. His own cock was abandoned and returned to its usual place, standing straight up, against his lower abdomen.

            “That would be the point,” Draco replied, spreading his fingers out as much as he could inside Harry’s bum. He was trying to make a passageway big enough for his dick and Harry would have to take a lot more than three fingers for that to happen.

            Harry couldn’t take it anymore; he let out a grunt and lowered his chest down against Draco’s body, abandoning his wanking in favor of stopping the room from spinning. He closed his eyes and just concentrated on the feel of Draco’s fingers inside him. They were thrusting in and out now, all three of them. Those fingers would brush across his cervix as they entered him until they were almost at his prostate and then Draco would pull them back, retracting them from his body. Every few strokes Draco would get close enough to his prostate to send a bolt of electricity through his body and make his cock twitch, but it would only last for a moment and then the fingers would retreat again.

            Draco could hear Harry panting and he could see and feel that Harry was quite obviously overwhelmed. He could see it, because Harry was lying down on top of him, instead of sitting on his chest as he was before. And he could feel it, because he could feel how Harry was quite obviously not wanking him. His dick lay squashed between their bodies, with nothing to stimulate it except the warm pulsating hardness which was pressed against it. Draco deduced that their cocks were pressed against each other in this position.

            So Draco knew Harry was reacting to his fingering, but he didn’t stop. Instead he hoped that the stretching potion would kick in or that Harry would get used to it. As long as Harry wasn’t telling him to stop, Draco decided he would keep going. He pushed in and pulled out and pushed in again, before spreading his fingers out as wide as he could. He brushed passed the sensitive cervix and then decided to stop and pay that spot a little more attention, in hopes of making Harry feel good and calming him down.

            Draco rubbed all three fingers in a small circular motion over Harry’s cervix and Harry moaned. Draco kept that up until Harry was pushing his bum back on Draco’s fingers, arching his back and lifting his head up a bit with his arms. Taking the encouragement to heart, Draco crooked his three fingers and really pressed into that sensitive spot. Harry was moaning and panting and writhing and arching on his fingers and best of all, Draco could feel Harry’s movements over his dick, and so although Harry wasn’t wanking him, he wasn’t ignoring him completely.

            Harry was passed incoherent. He was a blob of feelings and sensitive neurons as those three big fingers filled, stretched, and stroked him. They were stroking his sensitive cervix and each swipe sent a lightning bolt through his body and he could feel his orgasm building in the pit of his stomach. His cock twitched and he pushed back on those fingers, trying to alleviate some of the intense pressure. He wanted to cum and if he could just get Draco to do that to his prostate he’d be done already. But no matter how much Harry pressed back or arched his back or swiveled his hips, Draco’s fingers just wouldn’t shift further in and get his prostate.

            Draco was very happy with himself for turning his boyfriend into a drooling sex-crazed moron. Harry had done it to him often enough that he liked turning the tables and doing it back to Harry. Watching Harry move and buck with his fingers in Harry’s arse was hot. It was the type of thing that was trance inducing and he felt he could watch forever. Therefore, he kept doing it. And when his fingers got tired, he simply switched hands instead of hurrying Harry along. He knew that touching Harry’s prostate would make him cum and now he was learning that fingering Harry’s arse without touching his prostate was enough to put him on the edge and keep him there, but didn’t seem to be enough for him to climax. He liked to experiment, so he kept going like that for a good twenty minutes just to make sure Harry couldn’t cum like this.

            Harry was growing increasingly frustrated. He needed to cum! His cock was not just throbbing, but pounding painfully so. His arse tingled and pulsed and he could feel his orgasm hanging just out of reach. It was right there! But Harry couldn’t get it and he couldn’t formulate the words to complain to Draco about it. Instead he reacted instinctively and sat back up on Draco’s chest, tucking his bum in so that Draco’s fingers were angled straight up into him. He bucked and arched his back and swiveled his hips and tried desperately to get Draco’s fingers further in.

            Harry was moving wildly and somewhat frantically and had started whining, which made Draco think he really should move things along now. That and Harry’s body was no longer squirming on his own dick, so he wasn’t getting any stimulation like this. It was fun while it lasted, but like all good things, it too must come to an end, so he finally straightened his fingers out and pushed them deeper into Harry’s hot pulsating hole. He found the gland he was looking for and pushed into it, stroking Harry from the inside.

            Finally Harry had what he needed and was cumming, hard. The muscles in his cock spasmmed harder than ever before as his cum shot forth from his cock, coating Draco’s stomach, cock, and legs with thick white spurts. The muscles in his neck, arms, legs, and abdomen twitched and his toes curled and he screamed in pleasure. His heart raced and his breathing was quick and shallow and he continued to cum.

            Harry was making quite the erotic show of cumming, so Draco kept stroking his arse, and he even reached around Harry’s body with his free arm to pull Harry back, by the waist, onto his fingers harder. And then Harry was falling, collapsing onto the bed, so Draco pulled his fingers out and untangled their limbs. He helped Harry move so that his head was on the pillow and waited.

            When Harry came back down from his rush of pleasure, he was lying on the bed, where Draco had been and Draco was kneeling next to him, with that wonderfully huge cock very close to Harry’s face. And remembering what Draco said earlier about oral being alright, he just had to have a taste. “Come here,” Harry said grabbing hold of Draco’s hips with his hands and pulling his boyfriend and his cock closer to his mouth.

            “Are you alright now?” Draco asked concerned, but moving into position nevertheless. He was hoping Harry was finally ready to wank him.

            “Yeah, just brilliant,” Harry answered reaching up to pull that giant cock down to mouth level.

            Draco’s cock was still too big to fit into Harry’s mouth and Harry began to wish he had memorized one of those oral sex spells. If he just had the jaw distention charm down this would go so much…more…but Harry didn’t have any of those spells memorized, so he told himself that he would work on that for next time and satisfied himself with sucking on the very tip of the blunt head; the part he could get in his mouth.

            Draco moaned as he felt the warm wet heat again and it was just so good that his eyes closed. He wanted to see Harry’s mouth on his, but it was sensory overload and he was already so close from watching Harry cum.

            Harry started stroking the shaft with both hands and licking all over the head with his mouth. If he couldn’t get the cock inside his mouth, then he could at least bring his tongue to that cock.

            Suddenly the wet warmth was flicking all over his burning hot dick head and Draco opened his eyes to find Harry’s tongue licking his head. The sight and sensation were too much and Draco was cumming in orgasmic bliss and ecstasy.

            Yesterday, when Draco started cumming in his mouth, Harry instinctively let go and let Draco’s cock fall from his lips. But this time Harry was determined to hang on and taste some of it properly. Thus Harry quickly switched back from licking to sucking gently on the spurting head. He got a long stripe of thick white cum on his cheek, but then the tip was in his mouth and pushing the warm fluid onto Harry’s tongue. It was salty and not particularly tasty, but it was Draco’s and Harry wanted it in him, so he lapped it up and swallowed. A bit leaked out in the process, but that cock was spurting more in, so Harry quickly had a second mouthful and then a third. Harry swallowed as much as he could and looked up into Draco’s grey eyes as they watched him.

            Draco watched in awe as Harry swallowed his cum. His cum was all over Harry’s face and dripping down from the crook of Harry’s lips. It was hot and he credited that sight for drawing out his orgasm as he continued to release into those plump red lips. When it was finally over, he lay down next to Harry and snuggled into his hide, lying his head on Harry’s chest and closed his eyes.

            Harry held Draco for fifteen minutes before it was dinner time. He didn’t want to wake Draco, but they had to get going, so he did. They got dressed and left the room of requirement separately. As always, Harry found Ron and Hermione and went down to dinner as a group, before rushing off to detention; his last detention with Draco.

            By now, Harry and Draco knew the drill and went right to work on practicing their occlumency and legilimency. Harry put up his apple shield, but Draco was increasingly able to tear though it. Harry was improving at occlumency, but it was like every little step up he had to claw his way to, dragging his body behind him. Draco, on the other hand, was a natural at legilimency. Sure he struggled the first few days, but legilimency is hard and once he got it he got it.

            It wasn’t long before Draco was pulling out Harry’s memory of talking to Lovegood at breakfast. Draco watched the memory in horror, reading more into it than was really said, wondering what Harry had told the loony girl. Finally, when he had seen the entire conversation many times through, he broke the connection, stood up, and glowered at Harry.

            “You son of a muggle, what part of tell no one do you not understand!?!” Draco yelled out, drawing Professor Snape’s attention. “I’ve told no one, not even mother yet, and every time I turn around you’ve told someone new! Why don’t you just save us the trouble and send the Dark Lord an owl announcing my pregnancy with your child. Just drop us off on his doorstep and be rid of us.”

            “I didn’t tell her anything. All that was said between us was said right there at breakfast. There was no other secret conversation where I told her what was going on,” Harry defended himself.

            “Like I’m gonna believe that! She knew, Potter, she knew,” Draco insisted.

            “Would either of you care to enlighten me regarding just how Mr. Potter has doomed us all this time?” Professor Snape asked, now standing between the two boys to ensure that this didn’t turn into a physical confrontation.

            “Potter told the Lovegood girl about me and the baby,” Draco answered.

            “I didn’t tell her anything. Not a baby, not a boyfriend, not a relationship of any kind with you. She said the nargles told her to come over and offer her help to me and I took the chance to have a friend to go shopping with tomorrow,” Harry insisted.

            “Just what is so important that you’re gonna risk our lives to buy? You have three catalogs with everything you could possibly need. Why can’t you just buy something from them instead of putting me at risk, again?” Draco accused.

            Harry had been trying his hardest to block Draco from seeing his intended proposal and he let out a sigh of relief at realizing that Draco hadn’t gotten that little piece.

            “Well Mr. Potter? We’re waiting,” Snape replied. He was thinking it might be something related to Harry’s intention to wed Draco, but he didn’t know what the boy could possibly get to that end in Hogsmeade.

            “I wanted to get Draco a piece of jewelry. I’m not even going to mention who it is for, besides a man. No Draco, no baby, no explanation needed with Luna. She just accepts things without needing to know,” Harry answered.

            “That seems reasonable. Mr. Malfoy?” Snape asked, wanting to settle this.

            “I don’t believe that someone wouldn’t demand an explanation. I think she probably overheard Potter and Ganger discussing me or my baby. She already knows; that’s why she came up to you like that. And you fell right into her hands by confirming her suspicions,” Draco accused.

            “Luna is just like that. She doesn’t need to overhear anything but her imaginary nargles to act. I think she’s clairvoyant, if anything. No explanations are needed with Luna, because she is unexplainable herself,” Harry said.

            “From my dealings with Ms. Lovegood, I would have to agree with Mr. Potter. She is a harmless clairvoyant. Her instincts tell her the right thing to do, without her knowing or understanding why. She is not the least bit logical and doesn’t seek out rational explanations. But be that as it may, I would still advise you both to limit what you say to her. She is no Death Eater, but her father does publish his wonky magazine; anything you say to her could end up on the cover,” Professor Snape warned.

            “Okay, I’ll be careful and watch what I say,” Harry acquiesced.

            Draco’s fears weren’t alleviated, but with two against one, he had to back down. “Fine, I’m going. I’ll see you tomorrow Potter,” Draco said before grabbing his bag and turning to leave. He was still mad, but he wanted to be alone.

            “Alright, see you tomorrow,” Harry replied.

            After Draco left, Harry pulled out his homework and worked in silence until ten. He went back to Gryffindor and went to sleep.

Author’s Note: So today is my thirtieth birthday! To help me celebrate, please leave me a review; all I want for my birthday are lots of reviews :)

Next chapter is the Hogsmeade weekend! What should happen? What should Harry tell his friends he was doing with Luna?
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