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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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            Being a Hogsmeade weekend, Harry and Ron were up bright and early, excited for a day out of the castle. Harry went down to breakfast with Ron and Hermione, but when they finished, Ron and Hermione went off without him while Harry waited for Luna. Luna had trouble finding her shoes this morning, possibly due to nargle involvement, so she was late getting down to breakfast.

            “Oh hello Harry,” Luna said approaching the Gryffindor table when she was finally finished eating.

            Harry had been reading his charms book to pass the time, but quickly tucked it away and said, “Hey, let’s go. Luna, I want to thank you for going with me today.”

            “Oh it’s no problem really. I’m glad I can help out,” Luna replied looking down at her necklace, which appeared to be made out of white string and bits of painted something.

            “Come on then, let’s start walking,” Harry said encouraging Luna to skip along beside him as they walked to Hogsmeade. “Luna, can I ask you to keep this trip a secret between us? I don’t want anyone else to know what I’m buying.”

            “Oh yes, I wouldn’t dream of telling, but it’s the gulping plimpies you ought to watch out for: they’re horrible gossips, mind you,” Luna replied.

            Satisfied with Luna’s response, Harry tried to make small talk to pass the time. “That’s a nice necklace you’ve got.”

            “It’s dental floss and fingernails to keep the dabberblimps away,” Luna replied airily, skipping along.

            Not knowing what to say to that, Harry decided to keep quiet for a while.

            “Wotcher Harry!” Tonks greeted as Harry and Luna approached the front gate.

            “Hi Tonks, what are you doing here?” Harry asked.

            “I’m here to escort you today,” Tonks replied.

            “An escort for Hogsmeade, is it really that bad?” Harry asked.

            “I’m afraid so. And I’m to transfigure your face, so that no one recognizes you,” Tonks said and Harry cringed.

            After Professor Lockhart vanishing his arm bones and the fake Professor Moody imperiusing him, Harry was slightly weary of adults casting spells on him at school. But this was Tonks, who was an Auror, an Order member, and a friend. “Alright, go ahead,” he said.

            Tonks transfigured Harry’s hair to lie flat and made it brown, instead of black. She gave him blue eyes, covered his scar, and changed his nose. “I think that’s good enough. What do you think, er, I didn’t catch your name,” Tonks said to Luna.

            “Oh Hello, I’m Luna,” Luna greeted.

            “Well how do I look Luna?” Harry asked.

            “Perfectly ordinary,” Luna replied.

            “Brilliant,” Harry replied.

            “Well come along then. Where’s our first stop?” Tonks asked, leading her charges into the town.

            “The Jewelry store, but you have to swear to tell no one,” Harry answered.

            “Why the hush-hush?” Tonks asked.

            “It’s a surprise for someone,” Harry said.

            “Oh, I get it; we’re shopping for a witch you fancy,” Tonks replied.

            “A wizard actually,” Luna replied.

            “Um, yeah Tonks, I sort of fancy wizards,” Harry replied.

            “Well good for you. I’m sure he’s a nice young bloke,” Tonks replied cheerfully as they continued to walk.

            “Thanks Tonks, that means a lot to me,” Harry replied sincerely.

            “Anytime mate,” Tonks replied.

            “What’s going on with the Order?” Harry asked.

            There wasn’t much Tonks could tell Harry about Order business, but Harry listened to what little she could say as they walked the rest of the way to the jeweler.

            “You two go to it, I’ll stand watch at the door,” Tonks said after scanning the inside of the shop.

            The shop was empty, because Hogwarts students didn’t spend a lot of money on jewelry, except as occasional gifts for significant others, and well, it was bloody early. Most of the students hadn’t made it this far into town yet, stopping first at Zonko’s and Honeyduke’s.

            “Yeah, alright, come on Luna,” Harry replied.

            Harry and Luna walked into the shop, while Tonks waited outside. There was one glass counter filled with metal jewelry with a middle aged man standing behind it. “Hello young lady and young gentleman, can I help you with anything today?” the man behind the counter asked.

            “Sir, I’m looking for an engagement ring,” Harry answered, stepping closer to the counter to peer in.

            “We have several fashions in stock or we could make something special for your young lady here,” the man replied, clearly thinking Luna and Harry were an item.

            “Oh, it’s not for me,” Luna replied.

            “It’s for my, er, boyfriend. I need a man’s ring,” Harry added.

            “Oh right, sorry, my mistake. We also have a few male wedding rings. The men don’t normally do engagement rings, except for the purebloods, but we could make something special if none of these will do,” the man said pulling out a small piece of black foam with half a dozen rings it in. There were silver-toned and gold-toned bands; some were plain, while others had diamonds or various other stones set into them.

            “What do you think Luna? What would he like?” Harry asked, picking up a plain gold band in one hand and a jeweled silver band in the other.

            “He has expensive tastes. What metals are the rings made out of?” Luna asked.

            “Gold and platinum mostly, but this one here is titanium.” He pointed to one ring. “This one here is platinum with grey and white diamonds; it’s the most expensive,” the man said indicating another ring; this one a silver colored band with three stones set in it: one grey stone in the middle and one white stone on either side of it. “It’s got plenty of room to include an engraving on the back. And I can transfigure it to fit a family crest on the side.”

            “It’s lovely,” Harry replied thinking about it. It was expensive and pretty, but still looked masculine, and those things were important, but would it look the best on Draco? Could Harry see Draco wearing this ring?

            “If we bought it now and decided to add a family crest or an engraving later, can we do that too?” Luna asked.

            “Yes, of course. I also include sizing in the price.”

            “Sizing?” Harry asked confused.

            “Yes, I change the size of the ring to fit the wearer,” the shopkeeper clarified.

            “Um, I think his hands are about the same as mine, only his fingers are a little bit longer and a little bit thinner,” Harry replied. “Do you think this will fit?”

            “A slender handed bloke, huh? Let me see the ring on you,” the man requested.

            Harry slipped the ring on his ring finger, but it was a bit loose. “I’ll take it in a bit and make it just a tad too small for you. How does that sound?” the man asked.

            “Perfect,” Harry replied and waited as the man resized the ring with a quick spell.

            “Now if it’s not right or you want to add the inscription or crest, just bring it back and I’ll be more than happy to adjust it,” the man said, putting the ring into a square black box and then the box into a small silver bag with the store’s name.

            Harry paid for the ring by writing up an order for a Gringotts transfer of funds, which was the wizard equivalent of writing a check. He thanked the man, and slipped the bag with the ring into his pocket, before he and Luna exited the store.

            “Find everything you need?” Tonks asked.

            “Yeah, I just need to buy some clothes now,” Harry answered Tonks before turning to Luna. “Thanks for coming with me Luna; you were loads of help.”

            “Oh anytime Harry,” Luna replied. “See you Harry.”

            “See you Luna,” Harry replied before Luna skipped away.

            “Clothing is this way,” Tonks said, leading Harry in the direction of the clothing shop.

            “Right,” Harry said, following Tonks to a store a few doors over, which was also mostly empty.

            “I’ll wait at the door again or I can come in if you like,” Tonks said. This store was larger than the last, so there was more chance of Harry being out of her sight and more opportunity for an assailant to get to him.

            “Well, I need to buy some pants and I’ve never bought any before. Do you have any experience with wizard pants?” Harry asked.

            “I know a tiny bit, but I’m sure the clerk will be much more able to help you. I think I better watch the door,” Tonks replied, not wanting to help Harry with that one.

            Harry walked inside and was greeted by a young woman who helped him select a dozen pair of plain low-cut boxer briefs and two pairs of patterned low-cut briefs. Both types of underwear were more fitted than his old ones. Harry thought the low-cut ones looked good on him and he hoped Draco would appreciate them. He knew what kind of pants Draco liked to wear- boxers- but he didn’t know what kind Draco liked to look at and since Harry didn’t find the boxers comfortable, he went with the boxer briefs and regular briefs.

            And because he was at a clothing store and didn’t like to go to clothing stores often, he decided to get a few more things. He was only going to buy two or three outfits, which would be just enough to dress up for Draco on the weekends, but then he thought better of it, because he didn’t want Draco to notice that he wore the same exact thing every weekend. Plus, if he was going into hiding for Merlin knows how long, he didn’t know when he would have this chance again. And Draco was going with him and wore about the same size, so the clothing wouldn’t go to waste, because Draco could use it after he had the baby. Therefore Harry bought two dozen pair of plain white socks, one dozen plain muggle t-shirts (imported from muggle retailers), one pair of swimming trunks (since they were on his mind), seven pairs of trousers, a raincoat, and a thick winter cloak.

            It was a lot of shopping and Harry didn’t have much patience for it, so once he found one of something that would work, he got the rest exactly the same, except for the trousers, which were exactly the same but different colors. It was more clothes than he could carry easily, so he had the sale’s witch shrink his items to fit neatly into one large bag.

            Once his tab was settled, Harry exited the store and Tonks was waiting outside, right where he left her. “Where to next, Harry?” Tonks asked.

            “I’ve an appointment with a Mr. Binns. He’s a lawyer,” Harry answered.

            “You’re not in trouble Harry, are you?” Tonks asked curiously.

            “No, but with the price out on my head, I’d like to make a will,” Harry replied. It was a half-truth, because he was going to ask Mr. Binns to help with a will that would leave all of his assets to Draco and their baby.

            Tonks nodded and they walked in silence. They were walking away from the town center and into a small strip on offices. “Here it is,” Tonks announced, pointing to the sign advertising the services of Mr. Binns.

            “Are you gonna wait out here?” Harry asked.

            “Yep, I’ll just be making sure no Death Eaters show up and ambush you, as usual. You know the drill right? Use your cloak and run if there’s a commotion?” Tonks asked. Harry would be out of her sight inside the private office and she was worried that she wouldn’t be right there if someone tried something.

            “Yeah, I know. The chosen one has to live long enough to be slaughtered by the right crazy nut job,” Harry replied with a smirk.

            “Right,” Tonks replied cheerfully.

            “This one might take a while,” Harry told Tonks before going in.

            Harry was five minutes early, so he waited in a small lobby until Mr. Binns opened the door to his office and called him in. Mr. Binns was a portly balding man with an easy smile that made Harry feel at home. “Close the door behind you,” Mr. Binns instructed, before introducing himself.

            “Nice to meet you, I’m Harry,” Harry replied.

            “You don’t look much like him,” Mr. Binns replied.

            “My Auror gave me some glamours so that no one would know it was me,” Harry replied, thinking that maybe he ought to have Tonks remove the glamours so that Mr. Binns could be sure it was really him.

            “Oh, I can see the scar if I look closely enough and I can see the glamours flickering,” Mr. Binns said.

            Harry remembered that Tonks was an animorphmagus and didn’t need to use spells to change her own appearance, so he figured she must be weak at them from lack of use.

            “First it is customary to hand me a retainer, which can be any amount of money you like, even a knut,” Mr. Binns said.

            Harry had some coins in his pocket left over from the clothing store, so he handed Mr. Binns a sickle. “Here you go.”

            “Great. So what can I help you with today Harry?” Mr. Binns asked.

            “Well I need help with two things, but first I need to know if you can keep this confidential,” Harry answered.

            “Absolutely. Once you gave me that retainer, then anything we say is protected by attorney client privilege. That’s why I always have to ask for it first.”

            “What about if Voldemort and his Death Eaters kidnap you, torture you, and read your mind?” Harry asked seriously. This was a real concern for him.

            “Well I should hope that I manage to keep our dealings quiet enough that they never come after me, but if they do, I am skilled in occlumency and I will do my best to resist torture. I value attorney client privilege a great deal and I would not violate that trust if I were still of sound mind. I think that’s about as good a guarantee as any you’ll get from a lawyer.”

            “Alright, good. Well first of all I’m dating Draco Malfoy and would like to put in a contract marriage proposal.”

            “You are aware that his father is a Death Eater and therefore your proposal will likely be rejected?” Mr. Binns asked.

            “It might not be; he’s pregnant,” Harry revealed. “That’s the other thing I need your help with, because I want to write out my will, leaving everything to Draco and the baby.”

            “Well I certainly wasn’t expecting that, but I’m sure I can help. Writing a will to an unborn child is difficult, but we could word it such that any biological heir to come forward could inherit and leaving things to Mr. Malfoy will be straight forward.”

            “Great,” Harry replied.

            “I just need a list of all your assets; which houses or other property, what rare magical artifacts, and how much money is in which vaults.”

            “I have my own personal vault and the Black family vault. I own the Black family house, although it’s currently under a fidelius charm, so I can’t tell you where it’s located. I also own my parent’s house in Godric’s Hollow, although I don’t know what kind of shape it’s in. I own a map of Hogwarts made by my dad, as well as his invisibility cloak of his. I have an owl, Hedwig, a firebolt, and that’s it.”

            “Invisibility cloaks don’t last long. I suspect yours is tearing or turning opaque by now. Hand-me-down invisibility cloaks are not the type of thing one typically leaves in a will.”

            “Mine’s in perfect shape. It came from my dad and I’d like to leave it to my son or daughter,” Harry replied.

            “Alright, I’ll arrange it. Is there any other item that should go specifically to the child or specifically to Mr. Malfoy?”

            “I’d like my child to have my dad’s map too. Draco should take my owl Hedwig. The rest just split up between them I guess.”

            “Typically, when leaving something to the other parent of a shared child, wizards like to set up an allowance that pays out a certain amount each year, while leaving the rest to earn interest in Gringotts.”

            “That sounds reasonable, but Draco is a Malfoy and they’ve got loads of money; I don’t think he’ll need this money. He’ll probably just set it aside for our baby.”

            “Is his father, Lord Lucius Malfoy, agreeable to the relationship?”

            “We haven’t told him yet.”

            “Then it is possible that young Mr. Malfoy might be disinherited from the Malfoy estate once his father finds out. If that were the case, he would need the money.”

            “But he’s an only child; there’s no one else to leave the Malfoy estate to.”

            “Lord Malfoy is capable of siring another heir, if need be. I’m not saying that he will, just that it’s been done before.”

            “Isn’t Draco’s mum too old though?”

            “A surrogate could be used or any number of less legal ways are possible.”

            “Merlin’s pants! I never thought of that. If Voldemort wins, Lucius might disinherit Draco,” Harry said finally realizing the horror of the possibilities. Draco could go from having everything to having nothing because of him.

            “Let’s hope not, but plan for the worst,” Mr. Binns replied kindly. “So, lump sum or support payments?”

            “Payments then. So what else do we need to do?”

            “Well I can put together a will based on what you’ve told me and then you’ll read it over and let me know if there are any changes I have to make. It would be best if you could visit me again so I can explain anything you don’t understand.”

            “Alright, yeah, I can do that,” Harry replied thinking that there weren’t any more Hogsmeade weekends left in the term, but he could sneak out using one of the secret passages.

            “Good, then let’s move onto marriage contracts. How much do you know about them?”

            “Not much. I know Draco’s parents are more likely to agree and push it through, because of the baby. And I know that money and assets matter.”

            “Yes, money and assets are important, as well as blood purity and social status. I’ve got enough information on your money and assets and we all know your social status as the boy who lived. With those three things, you’ll have an attractive package, although not a perfect one. What is your blood status, by the way?”

            “I’m halfblood. My dad was a pureblood and my mum was muggleborn.”

            “Well that’s not good, considering you want to marry into the Malfoy family, but that won’t be detrimental to our case. Is there anything else that might make you a valuable asset to have in the family?”

            “Well Draco mentioned that I’m magically gifted and a Peverell. He seemed to think those things mattered.”

            “Yes, those things do matter. Your survival in the face of all odds is legendary, but I’m afraid I don’t know just how powerful you are. There is a simple spell I could use to find out. Is it alright if I use it on you now?”

            “Yeah, go for it,” Harry replied, thinking that Tonks was just outside and would get him help if the spell backfired or something.

            Mr. Binns cast a spell Harry didn’t recognize that produced translucent colored lights. It looked almost like a rainbow, except there was a great overabundance of red and blue, but an under abundance of green. “Well it seems that you have an average amount of magic in all areas except defensive magics, love magics, and evil magics. You’ve plenty of love and defense and hardly any evil. You’d probably never be able to cast a good killing curse.”

            “I don’t plan to use the killing curse to defeat Voldemort, but is my magical strength good or bad?”

            “I would say excellent. You are obviously very magically inclined and that should help me put together an attractive proposal.”

            “Brilliant.”

            “Now there are other matters we need to discuss, such as how much of your assets will go into the marriage and your physical proposal.”

            “I want all my assets to go into the marriage, don’t I? I don’t have any living family to think about besides Draco and the baby.”

            “Well this has to do with preparing for a divorce ahead of time. Now I know we all like to think that the marriage will last forever, but a certain percent do end in divorce and it’s nice to keep a small reserve of money to support yourself, just to be safe.”

            “If we get divorced, wouldn’t I just take my money back and Draco would take his money back?” Harry asked confused.

            “Not if not all of your money was included in the proposal. When the marriage dissolves, the spouse taking the children will get more. If he’s pregnant, he’ll probably end up with the kids, the house, and the lion’s share of the assets. If you have a lot of kids and assets are low because your husband overspends, you could walk away with nothing.”

            “I don’t think that’ll happen, but what do you think I should do?”

            “Well I recommend keeping one month’s worth of finances to yourself, as a back-up. I won’t be sure how much money you’ve got until I get your statements from Gringotts, but I’m fairly certain the Malfoys are going to give their son an exorbitant amount; you’ll likely need all your funds to compete. Although, if they only agree because of a pregnancy, they might keep their funds back to give to him later, expecting a divorce and a second marriage.”

            “I’m not marrying Draco just for the baby; I really love him.”

            “Does he love you? That can make a big difference in whether or not a proposal is accepted.”

            “I think so, but I’m not sure. Every time I’ve said it to him, he’s either not said it back or been too incoherent to tell what he said.”

            “Don’t worry about it too much. Instead you need to focus on your proposal.

            “Isn’t that what you’re helping me with?”

            “I’m helping with the marriage contract. You still need to get down on one knee and propose, with a ring and a nice speech professing your undying love.”

            “I can do that. I bought a ring today, want to see?” Harry asked, reaching for the jewelry bag in his pocket.

            “Yes, I would,” Mr. Binns replied and Harry pulled out the ring and showed it to him. “This is a very nice ring, although I don’t think it will work for either the wedding ring or the engagement ring.”

            “But the store owner said it was a wedding ring and I could use it as an engagement ring,” Harry protested.

            “Well in less discriminatory circles, it could be used as either; it is nice enough. But for someone of Mr. Malfoy’s status as the future Lord of Malfoy Manor, he’ll need a ring with a bigger stone for a wedding ring. It can be like this one, but with one big flashy eye catching stone.”

            “Merlin, maybe I can take this back and get him to put in a bigger stone.”

            “That’s a possibility, but I would wait on getting a wedding band until after your proposal is accepted, because the Malfoy family might very well have a wedding band to contribute to the marriage. If a typical wizard from that type of family were to pursue a pureblooded witch, the wizard’s family would normally have a wedding band for the witch that was a family heirloom. But with your complex situation, there is a chance his parents won’t have a sufficient band for a man or just won’t want to give it to him.”

            “Oh, so I should return this one and get my money back?”

            “Well, maybe not. There is no rule saying you can’t lavish gifts of jewelry on your intended. You could give him that ring just because.”

            “Isn’t there any way I can turn it into an engagement ring?” Harry was considering using this ring tomorrow after he and Draco return from visiting his mum. If Harry had to wait to get another ring, then that would set his plans back. He didn’t like Draco walking around pregnant with his child and not even engaged to him. He wanted the world, sans Voldemort, to know that he was committed to Draco.

            “A typical engagement ring has your family crest on it. Mr. Malfoy would then give you a ring with his family crest on it. The rings are made out of platinum, like your ring, but they’re made exclusively by goblins and the older the ring, the better it’ll look in the contract.”

            “I don’t have any ring with my family crest on it.”

            “I’ll arrange to have one made by goblins right away, but are you sure you don’t have one? Rings like that are small and easily lost in large Gringotts vaults full of gold.”

            “I guess there could be one in my vault…but I can’t go to Gringotts and check.”

            “I can request that the goblins look for a ring and if found, give it to me along with your vault statements. I’ll pass along the ring to Professor Snape to give to you.”

            “That’d be great!’ Harry exclaimed, before it dawned on him that Draco would have to wear a ring with the Potter crest and vice versa. “Wait, we need to keep this marriage a secret from Voldemort and his followers. Draco and I’ve agreed that if I die, he is to take the baby and pretend it’s someone else’s kid. We can’t wear rings with each other’s crests.”

            “That would be a problem, but you would have to at least give the rings with the crests, if not wear them. In that case, you might want to give Mr. Malfoy that plain ring to wear and the regular one to save and keep secret.”

            “Yeah, I like that idea,” Harry replied, thinking that sounded perfect. He could still give Draco this ring for him to wear and they could hide their family crest rings until after Voldemort’s death.

            “Excellent. Now remember, your actual proposal counts, so you should work on it for a while. It should be sappy and romantic and you should specifically say you love him and want to build a family with him. If his parents are on the fence, Mr. Malfoy may show them your proposal to tip the scales for or against your favor. So be eloquent and flattering; you could mention you like his eyes or some other feature, but make sure you practice it.”

            “Practice it, be romantic and eloquent, and suck up, got it,” Harry replied.

            “I think we’re done for now. I just need your signature to authorize the appropriate Gringotts forms,” Mr. Binns said placing several forms in front of Harry. Harry didn’t read them; he just signed them blindly. “If you have questions you could owl me or pass me a message through Severus.”

            “Yeah, great,” Harry said glancing at the clock on Mr. Binns’ desk and realizing he was late for meeting Ron and Hermione at the Three Broomsticks. “I’ve got to go, but please keep in touch and let me know when the marriage contract is ready, because I want to do that right away.”

            “I’ll do it as fast as I can and send it along to Severus. It was a pleasure to meet you Harry Potter,” Mr. Binns said, leading Harry out the door.

            “You too,” Harry replied leaving. Tonks was there waiting for him. “Hey Tonks, can we run to the Three Broomsticks? I’m late for meeting Ron and Hermione.”

            “Yeah, let’s go, but stay near me and don’t abandon me just because I’m slower; I’ll be deadly handy in a fight.”

            “Yeah, got it, come on,” Harry urged.

            Harry and Tonks ran through Hogsmeade to the Three Broomsticks. Mr. Binn’s office was on the opposite side of town from the Three Broomsticks and Harry could only run as fast as Tonks’ legs could take her, so it took them a good ten minutes to get there. “Come in with me and have a pint,” Harry said to Tonks when they arrived.

            “I can’t drink while on duty, but I could sit with you,” Tonks replied in between panting for breath.

            “Brilliant! Come along then,” Harry said holding the door open for his friend.

            “Tonks!” Ron called waving his arms from a table that he and Hermione had procured.

            Harry and Tonks walked over to the table and sat down.

            “Tonks, thank Merlin, Harry is missing. He was supposed to meet us here half an hour ago and no one has seen him. I haven’t even been able to find Luna, who was supposed to be with him,” Hermione babbled on, not realize that Harry was right in front of her.

            “Hermione, I’m right here,” Harry said, trying not to laugh, even though he found the situation very amusing.

            “Blimey Harry, is that really you?” Ron asked.

            “Yep, I disguised him meself,” Tonks replied and Harry nodded.

            “Brilliant Tonks, but Harry you had us worried sick. Ron and I were so worried about you that we were about to walk back to the castle gates and ask Filch or Snape to find you,” Hermione said.

            “I’m sorry, but my errands ran a bit late and I didn’t keep track of time. I made poor Tonks here run all the way through town to get here as fast as we could,” Harry replied.

            “’Snot so bad Harry; I need to keep in shape for me day job anyway,” Tonks said.

            “And your night job too, I reckon,” Harry replied.

            “Definitely,” Tonks said with a grin.

            “So Harry, what did you and Luna end up buying?” Hermione asked.

            “A necklace chain for her to add bubblegum or something to. She’s working on making something that will help me with the war and just needed me to buy the chain,” Harry lied.

            “You bought a girl a necklace for her to add bubblegum to, for your war effort?” Ron asked sniggering.

            “Yeah, I figured it couldn’t hurt,” Harry replied.

            After that was settled, Ron and Hermione retold their adventures buying quills and chocolate, while Harry ate lunch and drank his butterbeer and Tonks watched. Harry was so late that Hermione had already finished eating but Ron was still picking at the chips on her plate, seeing as his own plate was completely decimated. Hermione hadn’t finished her butterbeer either, so Ron snagged it and drank it too.

            After a nice lunch, Harry and his friends walked back to Hogwarts, escorted by Tonks, who left them at the front gate. They went first to Gryffindor tower to deposit their purchases and then headed to the library with their backpacks to do research for an upcoming essay. After two hours Harry and Ron left to go to Quidditch practice, while Hermione remained behind at the library. Quidditch went well and then it was time for dinner, so Harry and Ron went up to their dorm room to change.

            “Are you ready to go?” Ron asked when he was done changing.

            “You go ahead Ron, I’m gonna get Dobby to bring me something in the room of requirement,” Harry replied.

            “You’re spending an awful lot of time in there.”

            “Yeah, I know, but I can’t tell you the details of what I’m working on yet. Mostly I eat, study, work on occlumency, and think about Dumbledore’s lessons on Voldemort,” Harry lied.

            “You’ll tell me when you can though, right Harry? When this is all over or when the three of us are safely in hiding?”

            “Yeah mate, I’ll tell you.”

            “Okay, I’ll just see you tonight after detention,” Ron replied.

            “Merlin’s saggy balls, I forgot about detention with Snape!” Harry exclaimed looking very disappointed. “I gotta run then.”

            Harry grabbed his backpack and ran off to the room of requirement. The door was already there waiting for him, which meant Draco was inside. Harry opened the door and found their usual lilac beach and began his search for Draco. Harry didn’t see any movement in the ocean or the forest, so he walked into the hut. Draco’s school bag was there, so Harry set his backpack down on the coffee table next to it. Then Harry headed into the bedroom, thinking he’d find Draco there, but was disappointed. Draco wasn’t in the bathroom either, so Harry went on to check the nursery, which once again didn’t contain Draco.

            But when Harry was checking the nursery, he noticed that there was a new door off of the hallway, on the left after the door to the sitting room. The door to the new room was cracked open and Harry slowly went inside. It was a study with a large wooden desk looking out on the lilac forest. There was a second wall with open windows that looked out on the dining patio and now that Harry was inside the hut looking out, he realized that the hut must be just a bit wider in the front, extending out into the lilac forest as much as the nursery did.

            Draco was lying with his head on the desk on top of parchment and several open books. As Harry walked towards his boyfriend, he looked around to see more of the usual Hawaiian décor, but also shelf after shelf of books lining the two walls without windows. Between the bookcases and the large windows it was hard to tell what color the walls were painted, but the floor made up for that, because there was a large wooden inlay of a dragon in the middle of the room.

            This room was Draco’s study and that made Harry stop and think about just what sort of person would take a chance to make anything in the world and choose a study. ‘Hermione’s type of person,’ Harry finally concluded thinking that his best friend and his boyfriend had far more in common than either would ever admit.

            Harry didn’t want to wake Draco, but he also didn’t want his boyfriend sleeping on his books like that or missing dinner. Harry had been gone all day and didn’t even know when the last time Draco ate was. Did Draco have his snacks without him? Did Draco eat lunch? What about breakfast? Harry could go on forever with worry over Draco, so he quickly gave up and gently nudged Draco. “Wake up sleepyhead; it’s dinner time,” Harry said softly when Draco stirred.

            “Harry?” Draco asked confused.

            “Yeah, it looks like you fell asleep doing homework.”

            “I was working on an essay,” Draco explained.

            “When was the last time you ate?” Harry asked.

            “Um, I had a big snack about two hours ago. I found our fish from yesterday in the icebox, so I ate that with guava and passion fruit.”

            “Where is there an icebox?”

            “In our sitting room. It’s just a little one, but the fish was still perfectly fresh.”

            “Alright, so are you hungry yet?”

            “No. How much time do we have?”

            “Not much. I have detention with Snape in an hour.”

            “Let’s skip eating and fool around. I’ll eat when you leave.”

            “Yeah? What do you have in mind?”

            “The usual; you wank me, I finger you.”

            “Deal, let’s go,” Harry replied leading Draco into the bedroom.

            Harry prepared himself with his usual three spells, still standing up mind you, while Draco filled the applicator. As soon as Draco was done, Harry was on him, pressing his lips to Draco’s plump and juicy lips. Harry pushed Draco against the wall and licked Draco’s lower lip until he opened his mouth and allowed Harry’s tongue inside. Draco’s lips moved underneath his and Draco’s tongue hesitantly stroked his tongue.

            The kiss was hard and passionate and they were both hard by the time they broke apart. Draco stood there panting for breath, while Harry removed both of their clothing and tossed it to the floor behind him. He pressed his length against Draco’s length and grabbing his wand from where he left it on the dresser, cast a lubrication charm on their cocks. It felt so amazing to be pressed against Draco that he let out a loud moan, before returning to kissing Draco’s mouth.

            Harry was grinding his wet hard dick into Draco’s dick and snogging him senseless, which made the feeling in the pit of Draco’s stomach twist and turn and quiver and it made his dick twitch with magic. His dick felt the most amazing friction almost along its entire length as Harry’s dick dragged up and down his shaft; the only part that wasn’t getting anything was his throbbing dick head.

            Draco wasn’t about to stand for his dick head being ignored like that, so he grabbed a hold of one of Harry’s hands, the one that had been pinching his nipple in the most painful way, and guided it to his aching dick head. Nipple pinching had felt good the last time Harry had done it, but this time it was just painful and Draco had thought of a much more appropriate use for Harry’s hand, as proven by the fact that his eyes rolled back in his head and tingles of magic shot up his spine and down his legs.

            Harry squeezed Draco’s cock head with one hand and held Draco by the waist with the other. Draco kept on his feet most of the time, but when his eyes rolled and his cock twitched, he had a tendency to sag, which was counterproductive to Harry’s plan to dry hump Draco against the wall. It wasn’t much of a plan, mind you, but it felt bloody brilliant and Harry wanted to see it through to completion. At least Harry’s mouth was free to ravage Draco’s neck or snog him senseless as he saw fit.

            Harry’s arm was wrapped around his waist, but Draco was still having trouble keeping his balance, thanks to the insane amount of blood that was needed to supply a dick the size of his: it simply left too little blood to adequately supply his brain. Draco wanted to lie down and do this on the bed, but he couldn’t formulate the words, so instead he raised one leg and hooked it around Harry’s waist, before raising the other one and interlocking it with the first, which solved his balancing problem by making it entirely Harry’s problem.

            Draco wrapped his legs around him, and seeing as Draco was taller than he was and weighed just as much, it left Harry supporting twice his weight. Harry tried pushing Draco further into the wall, hoping the wall would help support him, but it wasn’t enough. Not wanting to fall, Harry took his hand back from Draco’s cock, grabbed his wand and cast a lightening charm on Draco. Draco squealed as his body didn’t exactly float, but was pulled down with a much weaker force than usual.

            “Shush, it’s okay, I’ve got you,” Harry soothed, thinking the squeal meant Draco was agitated by the spell. He dropped his wand over the dresser and heard the sounds of it hitting first the top of the dresser, rolling, and then hitting the floor. He didn’t care about the wand though, instead returning his hand and his attention to Draco’s cock head.

            The spell was unexpected and disconcerting at first, but Draco quickly got used to it and enjoyed the ride Harry was giving him. Harry was pumping his hips, forcing his dick to slide over Draco’s, over and over again. One of Harry’s hands was squeezing and stroking Draco’s dick head and the other was still around his waist, but he could feel it dipping lower and stroking the skin of his arse cheeks. Harry’s mouth was sucking and nipping on his neck, which was thrown back against the wall in ecstasy. Draco’s balls were tingling as the magic danced up and down his shaft.

            The pressure in the pit of Draco’s stomach built to the point where his body shook and twitched with Harry’s every movement, but he didn’t cum; he stayed on the edge, just waiting for something to push him over.

            “Get it Draco; cum for me,” Harry whispered in Draco’s ear, then licked said ear for good measure, as he continued to thrust his cock onto Draco’s cock. “Draco, have you looked down yet? Have you seen how hot our cocks look right now?” Harry moved his hand from directly over Draco’s cock head to encircling the upper side and only reaching two fingers down to the underside, where Draco was most sensitive.

            Draco felt Harry’s fingers on those sensitive folds under his dick head and he looked down to see. It was hot. It was extremely mind-blowingly hot. It was hot enough to melt basalt back into liquid lava. It was so hot that it sent him over the orgasmic edge and he was cumming, sending stripes of white all over Harry’s dick as Harry continued to thrust against him.

            Harry watched as Draco started cumming, and seeing as how he was only holding back his orgasm for Draco’s sake, he let go and started orgasming too. His knees started to give as his cum shot forth over both of their cocks and their stomachs. Harry allowed his body to sink to the floor at a controlled rate, until he was squatting with Draco’s body cradled in his lap and Draco’s legs still wrapped around his back.

            Draco and Harry both panted as they came. Harry tried to look into Draco’s eyes, but Draco’s eyes were too glazed over to see him, so instead he pressed their lips together in a soft kiss. When he could manage it, he stood up, still carrying Draco, and walked to the bed. He laid Draco down and then went back for his wand, casting a finite on his boyfriend to remove the lightening charm and a cleaning spell, to remove the cum. Then he crawled into bed with Draco and snuggled up again him.

            “Stretch your ass for me?” Draco murmured into Harry’s ear, reminding Harry that his brilliant plan to get them both off failed to include arse stretching and now Draco was too warn out to do it.

            ‘I wonder if it’s the pregnancy making him tired or that he’s not used to wanking so often?’ Harry thought to himself as he got up to get the applicator that Draco had filled with stretching potion.

            Harry had already preformed his three preparatory charms, but that was fifteen minutes ago, so he cast them again, just to be safe. Then he climbed on the bed beside Draco, so he could at least look at his totally hot boyfriend as he fingered himself. He had trouble finding a good position, but eventually he settled onto his stomach, with his arse up in the air, like he had done with Draco before. He located his slick entrance and pushed the applicator in, before filling his arse with stretching potion and throwing the applicator elsewhere. It was a good thing the room of requirement cleaned up for him, otherwise there might be a nasty pile of arse applicators accumulating under the bed.

            Harry turned his head to the side and caught Draco watching him. They locked eyes and he slowly pushed a finger into his hot hole. It was wet and slippery and he wasn’t particularly horny in that moment, but he had to do it anyway, because he was running out of time. He thrust in and out of himself a few times before deciding this would be better with a hard on and that he was sure to get a hard on if he stroked his prostate. Thus Harry’s finger went deeper, in search of his prostate and…he couldn’t find it. He knew where it had felt like the pleasure had come from, but it seemed to be just out of reach.

            “Draco, I can’t find my prostate. How do I get to it?” Harry asked, seeing as Draco was still awake and watching him.

            “That’s good; means your hole is growing,” Draco replied lazily.

            “Good, it’s growing, but how do I reach it?” Harry asked again.

            “Can’t without a dick now. Just stroke your cervix; you like that,” Draco replied yawning.

            Harry hadn’t considered that the stretching potion would mean it would become impossible to reach his prostate by hand, but he didn’t have time to argue, so he did as instructed and stroked his cervix a few times. It made his cock twitch, but he really wasn’t feeling into it right now. He had just cum in a brilliant orgasm and was rushed for time; the two factors didn’t make for a good fingering, so Harry decided to make it quick instead of good.

            Harry added a second finger, which he noted didn’t make him feel as full as it once had, before adding a third. The third was hard to get in and harder to pump into himself with a good rhythm, especially because he was gritting his teeth and trying not to clench his sphincter due to the intensity, but eventually he figured it out and got a rhythm going. Harry didn’t know how long he was expected to do this for, but with no hope of coming in sight and only a half hard on to show for his efforts, he decided to quit after five minutes were up. Harry pulled his fingers out of his arse, cast a cleaning charm, and wrapped his arms around Draco.

            Having just slept for two hours, Draco for once wasn’t sleepy after cumming. He let Harry hold him for five minutes before jumping up and grabbing his clothes. “Call Dobby and let’s have a quick meal,” Draco instructed.

            Harry followed Draco’s lead and pulled his new pants back on along with his robe. Draco went to the study to pack up his things and Harry went to the dining patio and called, “Dobby?”

            “Yes sir? How can Dobby help the great Harry Potter, sir, today sir?” Dobby asked, popping into the room.

            “Can you please get diner for Draco and me?” Harry asked.

            “Yes Harry Potter, sir. Right away, sir,” Dobby replied.

            Harry went back into the hut and found Draco putting his things away. He walked up behind his boyfriend and enveloped Draco in his arms for a hug. From behind, he nuzzled Draco’s ear and neck and said, “I love you.” He wanted to say it, but he also wanted to see if Draco would say it back; his conversation with Mr. Binns still fresh on his mind.

            Draco didn’t reply, but turned around in Harry’s arms and pressed with lips to Harry’s lips. Harry returned the kiss and the two of them snogged for a minute until they heard the pop of Dobby’s dinner appearing. “Come on, I’m hungry,” Draco said breaking away from the kiss.

            Harry, having forgotten that he was waiting for Draco to tell him he loved him back, led Draco out to the dining patio where the two of them had a lovely, if rushed meal of chicken, green beans, rice, and a savoy sauce Harry had never had before. For dessert they had fruit and cheesecake tarts. It was cheesecake on the bottom and kiwi and peach tart on the top and it was delicious, even if it wasn’t the treacle tart Harry normally preferred. He crammed it in his mouth and said, “You can take your time to finish, don’t rush for me.”

            “Don’t worry, I won’t. Go ahead to detention, I don’t want you to be late and get an extra one added on,” Draco replied. “What if Professor Snape makes you serve detention every Saturday to make up for being late this Saturday?”

            “That would be just like him too. Gotta run,” Harry said giving Draco a quick peck on the cheek, grabbing his backpack, and running off to detention.

            “Evening Mr. Potter,” Snape greeted when Harry walked into his office.

            “Good evening professor. I met with Mr. Binns today.”

            “And how did that go?”

            “Good, I think. He said I need a ring with a family crest to give Draco for an engagement ring. He’s gonna go to Gringotts for me and see if there’s one in my vault and if not, he’s gonna place an order with goblins to make one. He said he’d give it to you as soon as he gets it.”

            “Very well, Mr. Potter. But what about the marriage contract?”

            “Same: he’s working on it and will pass it along to you to give to me. He wants to meet with me again so we can finalize it.”

            “Do you really want to wait until the end of term to propose? I was under the impression this wedding was to occur before the end of term.”

            “No, I’d do it sooner if I got everything sorted sooner. But yeah, before the end of term would be good.” Harry left out that he’d been planning on sneaking out to go see Mr. Binns, but if Snape had a better solution, he was all ears.

            “I can arrange for Mr. Binns to come onto school grounds to meet with you as soon as he has the contract prepared. Perhaps next weekend or the weekend after…”

            “Next weekend would be best; the weekend after is Quidditch.”

            “What about your trip with Ms. Lovegood? What did you buy and how much does she know?”

            “I bought a ring. I don’t think Draco will be able to wear the ring with the crest, so I bought him a plain ring that he can wear in front of everyone and not be found out. I plan on giving it to him when I propose.”

            “And Ms. Lovegood?

            “She only knows that it’s an engagement ring for a boy I fancy. Nothing more.”

            “Very well, you may take your seat,” Snape replied and Harry did just that.

            Harry sat down, pulled out his books he checked out from the library earlier, and began to study. He expected to be alone in detention, so he was a bit surprised when Draco stopped by half an hour later to talk to Snape.

            “Professor Snape?” Draco asked, entering the office.

            “Yes Mr. Malfoy?” Snape greeted.

            “Sir, I was wondering if I could continue meeting with Harry for occlumency practice this week?” Draco asked. “During our usual detention time on Tuesdays and Fridays, even though I don’t have any more detentions.”

            “Hey, Thursday is my last day. I won’t be here on Friday,” Harry put in.

            “Mr. Potter, have you forgotten the five additional detentions I gave you for fighting in the hallway with Mr. Malfoy?” Snape asked.

            “Well…um…I was in detention those days with Draco; I thought that would cover it. Plus, you know we were only pretending to fight, to keep his image intact.”

            “Be that as it may, you still have to serve your detentions and you cannot serve a detention when you are already serving detention,” Snape replied.

            “Great,” Harry huffed. “At least it’ll only be an hour.” Harry was thinking that he would still be able to get to Quidditch practice after detention.

            “It was one hour for Mr. Malfoy, because he was the victim in your attack. It will be the full three hours for you, Mr. Potter.”

            “No, that’s so not far,” Harry retorted.

            “And is almost killing Mr. Malfoy fair? Is raping him fair? Is forcing him to carry and give birth to your child fair? This is not a fair world Mr. Potter. It is time you learned that,” Snape replied coldly.

            “Yes Professor,” Harry replied scathingly.

            “So, back to my question of occlumency practice?” Draco piped in, trying to keep out of the argument, but wanting to get his answer, so he could get to his common room already. Pansy, Tracey, Daphne, and Milli would be waiting on him, or worse, gossiping about boys without him.

            “Yes, Mr. Malfoy, you may continue to grace Mr. Potter and me with your presence in detention every Tuesday and Friday. Is there anything else?”

            “No, not really, sir. You know that Harry and I are going to visit mother tomorrow morning, correct?” Draco asked.

            “Yes Mr. Malfoy. Come to my office after breakfast and I’ll let the two of you use my floo,” Snape answered.

            “Thank you Professor, I’ll just be going now,” Draco replied, before heading out the door.

            After that, Harry really was left to detention alone, so he returned to his books.

Author’s Note: Next chapter Harry will be meeting Narcissa Malfoy! I haven’t written it yet, so please give me some inspiration: What changes would Narcissa make to the Black house? What Black secrets would she know about the house that Harry wouldn’t? What has she been doing to pass her time there? What activities do Narcissa and Draco like to do together? And most importantly, how will the big meeting go? Will Narcissa like Harry? If you have an answer to any of these questions or any other comment, please leave me a review!
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