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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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Author’s Note: I have my last final today. And when I say last final, I don't mean of the semester. This is the last class I need for my PhD and could quite possibly end up being the last final of my life. Wish me luck!

My favorite reviewer for last chapter was Diana! Your reviews always bring a smile to my face girlfriend :)

            Lunch was pleasant, but seeing as Draco and Harry didn’t want to spend the entire day with Narcissa, they flooed back to Snape’s office and went to the room of requirement; Harry wore his invisibility cloak and walked alongside Draco.

            “So what do you want to do today?” Harry asked, once they arrived.

            “Let’s go snorkeling,” Draco answered.

            And so the two boys went into the hut and changed into their swim trunks, grabbed the snorkel gear out of the beach shed, and hit the beach. Harry saw a number of interesting fish and even an eel and a dolphin, before he and Draco returned to the shore. Draco cast drying charms and they lay out on beach towels in the fake-sun on the sand, Draco cuddled in Harry’s arms.

            “I think the visit with mother went well,” Draco said.

            “Me too, although I didn’t know you wanted to go into politics,” Harry said.

            “Why else would I be getting a NEWT in history of magic and having Professor Binns tutor me every Monday?” Draco asked in reply. He had never needed the tutoring before, but he had majorly slacked off in that class when he was worried about his mother and trying to fix that blasted cabinet. As a result, he was still behind and needed the extra tutoring.

            “I didn’t know you were getting a NEWT in history of magic,” Harry replied.

            “That’s what I was working on when I fell asleep yesterday,” Draco stated.

            “Well whatever you want to do, I’ll support you,” Harry replied, hoping Draco would feel the same way about him and becoming an Auror.

            “I’d rather you pick a safer career path than Auror, but I guess I’ll tolerate it, as long as you’re not pregnant,” Draco said.

            “Do you really want me to get pregnant? I thought you were just saying that, because you didn’t want to tell your mum about the baby yet,” Harry replied.

            “Well it might be nice to have a second child; a little girl if this one’s a boy. And if that happens, we will be using your body. The bottom is expected to carry the children,” Draco replied.

            “The bottom?” Harry asked. “You mum said something about top and bottom too.”

            “The person who does the buggering is called the top; the one who gets buggered is the bottom. You’re the bottom, I’m the top. In the majority of queer Peverell relationships, the bottom takes on the role of the woman and the top takes on the role of the man. Mother commented that we have the roles a bit mixed up. But it doesn’t matter how we split it up, as long as it’s fair and we both agree,” Draco said.

            “Okay, that makes sense.”

            “I’m hungry, will you get me a couple of guavas?” Draco asked.

            “You sure have eaten a lot today.”

            “I eat this amount every day now. Professor Snape’s been weighing me and he says I haven’t gained any weight yet. The baby must be using up all the extra food,” Draco replied. He always ate well, but now he was eating an average of three extra snacks a day. Well those snacks were all fruits and vegetables, so maybe it wasn’t that much extra food.

            “I’d like to go with you when Professor Snape does your checkups,” Harry replied.

            “Alright, yeah, now get me my snack.”

            “Yes your majesty,” Harry said taking off to find one of the guava trees in the lilac forest.

            The guava trees, being slightly taller and not bearing any blossoms, were easy to pick out, so Harry quickly returned with a half dozen of the little fruits. Some were round like an apple and others were slightly longer, almost like a pear, but not quite. Harry sat the fruits on the dining table and said, “I’m back.”

            Draco jumped up from the beach and took a seat at the dining table. “Do you want one?” Draco asked, holding out one of the fruits to Harry.

            “How do you eat it?” Harry asked taking the fruit and sitting down in the other chair.

            “Just bite it; you can eat the skin of these. The outer flesh has the texture of a pear and the taste of an apple, but it’s the inner flesh you have to watch out for and also the part that tastes the best. It’s full of large seeds, but the pulp around the seeds is soft and delicious, like a banana.”

            “Do I spit the seeds out?” Harry wondered. He hadn’t seen Draco spitting seeds out, but then he hadn’t seen Draco eating that many of these either.

            “No, you can’t separate them from the tasty part. Just sort of lightly chew and swallow.”

            “Okay,” Harry said biting into his guava. It did taste sort of like an apple, only better. It was sweeter and richer. Harry looked up and smiled at Draco, who was also eating his guava, only he was doing it a lot faster.

            “Good, huh?” Draco asked in between bites of sweet delicious fruit.

            “Yeah,” Harry answered, taking another bite.

            “And that’s not even the best part; just wait until you get to the middle.” Draco, having finished his first guava, moved onto his second.

            Harry kept eating until the top half was gone and the middle was exposed. He delicately bit into the fruit and his teeth did seem to hit a lot of very hard seeds as he did. He rolled the delicious mush around in his mouth, with his tongue, not knowing what do with the seeds.

            “With the pulp part, you can put it in between your teeth, but don’t bite all the way down; only go until you can feel the seeds and then grind back and forth lightly,” Draco instructed, having seen that Harry had taken a bite of the middle part.

            Harry tried to do as instructed, but the pulp didn’t really separate from the seeds. Finally he remembered that Draco had said to swallow the seeds. The seeds were so big and so hard that Harry wouldn’t have considered swallowing them before, but now it seemed he had no choice but to do just that and so Harry swallowed. It went down fine, so he proceeded to eat the rest of his fruit. When he had finished, Harry looked down at the table and realized that Draco had eaten the rest of the fruits. “That good huh?” Harry asked.

            “Yeah, really hits the spot. I need to go wash my hands,” Draco replied.

            “I could just spell them clean,” Harry suggested.

            “Just because you can use magic to do everything and anything doesn’t mean you should. There are some things, like personal hygiene, that are better done the old fashioned way,” Draco said smirking as he got up from the table.

            Harry followed Draco into the hut and when Draco went into the bathroom, Harry went into the bedroom. He changed into his pants and readied the stretching potion applicator. Harry was just finishing and setting the applicator on the dresser when Draco came out of the bathroom, no longer wearing his trunks, but back into his pants and asked, “What are you doing?”

            “I was thinking we might wank, if that’s alright with you,” Harry replied blushing. He had just assumed they would wank; maybe he should have led up to it more or asked.

            “A real romantic, you are,” Draco replied.

            “Okay, should I romance you and then wank you?” Harry asked stepping forward with a smile. He was planning on snogging Draco senseless.

            “As a matter of fact, yes, I would like to be romanced at least once a week. Jumping to the wanking when our time is short is one thing, but at least once every weekend I expect you do to it right.”

            “Okay, give me a minute, and I’ll come up with something romantic,” Harry replied.

            “Sure, I’ll just be in the study,” Draco said, walking back towards the bathroom to get to the hallway.

            Harry decided he would cut Draco some of the flowers that grew in the lilac forest, so he went out to the beach shed, to see if there were any supplies that might be useful; the bucket they had used when spear fishing might work to put flower clippings in. When Harry opened the shed door and looked around, he found a basket with a pair of plant shears. Thanking the room of requirement for providing, Harry went off to the forest.

            First Harry cut several stems of lilac and then he went to the rose bushes, which were covered in white blooms. He cut a few stems with rose buds and a few more with rose blooms that had just opened. ‘It’s a good thing Aunt Petunia made me do so much gardening,’ Harry thought to himself as he gathered loose petals from a number of blooms that were past their peak. Finally Harry gathered a dozen or so of the white narcissus flowers that grew along the bank of the pond. He left the water lilies, because water lilies never keep once cut.

            ‘I wish I had some of the other type of lily…Something with a bright splash of color to tie this bouquet together…maybe even some Hawaiian flowers, whatever those are.’

            Moments after Harry thought it, several new plants shot up out of the ground. There were now several small clumps of pink lilies and light pink orchids. Harry cut them all and added them to his basket, before heading back to the dining patio, where he wished for a vase. A vase promptly appeared on the table and Harry set to work trimming and arranging the flowers. There were white roses, white narcissus, pink lilies, pink orchids, and purple lilacs. He stepped back and took a look at it.

            ‘Too girly for my taste, but the book recommended flowers…I hope Draco likes it,’ Harry thought taking his basket of flowers and his vase of flowers into the bedroom. He set the vase on the dresser and began to spread the rose petals and left over lilacs all over the room and especially on the bed. ‘It’s too early for candles; the fake sun is still streaming in…oh well, at least I can get dressed in something nice.’

            Harry didn’t have his dress robes with him, so he wished for something Draco would like and opened the closet. It wasn’t the dress robes he was expecting, but a pair of denim jeans and nothing else. Harry liked jeans, but the wizarding clothing shop had not had any jeans yesterday; if Draco liked them, he might go out of his way to buy some.

            ‘This will have to do,’ Harry thought shrugging, before pulling them on. He checked himself out in the mirror and liked what he saw. ‘I look hot!’ His jeans sat low on his hips, exposing just the top of his crotch. He had his pants on underneath, so the jeans showed the waistband of his pants, instead of his actual crotch. The jeans had a stylish wash to them and were faded at all the right spots.

            Harry wasn’t sure if the jeans and the flowers were enough, or if he should give Draco the ring too. He had meant it as an engagement ring, but after talking to Mr. Binns, he had decided to wait until next weekend to propose. Hopefully by then he’d have the proper ring and thought of a good speech. ‘Maybe I can get Hermione to help me with it without telling her it’s for Draco…’ Harry thought as he slipped the ring in his pocket, just in case he needed it. That and he didn’t like leaving it. Maybe it was that he paid a lot of money for it and didn’t want to lose it or maybe it was the sentiment that made him keep it on him.

            And so with the sexy pair of jeans on, the ring in his pocket, and his vase of flowers in hand, he went to the study and found…it empty. Draco wasn’t in there like he said. He wasn’t in the bedroom or the bathroom, so Harry rechecked the sitting room. Draco wasn’t in any of those rooms, so that left the nursery. Harry went back down the hall and opened the nursery door and found Draco sitting on the rocker with the green stuffed sea turtle in his lap. The nursery was the same as before, except that the wall that joined with the study no longer had windows looking out on the lilac forest, but the continuation of the beach painting that was on the adjacent wall.

            “Hi Draco, I’m ready to do this again: these are for you,” Harry said handing Draco the vase.

            Draco’s eyes lit up when he saw the beautiful arrangement; he hadn’t thought Harry would have been able to make something so nice. ‘Maybe the room provided it for him, already made,’ he thought as he sniffed the fragrant blossoms.

            “I made it myself, from flowers I got from the lilac forest,” Harry said when Draco went too long without responding.

            “They’re beautiful, thank you Harry,” Draco said smiling and sitting the vase down on the end table that was next to the rocking chair. “I love them.”

            “What are you doing in here? I thought you were gonna be in the study.”

            “I like to come in here to think,” Draco said, his hand subconsciously going to his lower abdomen, where his baby was growing.

            “What were you thinking about?” Harry asked, thinking it must be about the baby.

            “Mmm…I was thinking that it would be nice to have a second child in a few years; a little princess who’d look just like a younger version of my mother. I think two children would be best. I was thinking that I’d have mother put that in our contract.”

            “That sounds nice. Even if it’s another boy, two kids can play together,” Harry said, deliberately not mentioning how awful it was growing up with Dudley. They had been two boys very close in age living in the same house, so they should have got on well, but prejudice, favoritism, and rotten spoiled brats got in the way of that. His children wouldn’t be like that, because he would be there to teach them differently. Besides, now was not the time to oppose Draco, especially on little things like this. They could worry about it more after the war.

            “No, I want one of each. There’s a potion we can take to ensure a girl and another to ensure a boy, so we can choose. I was just wondering if you’re really okay with carrying the next baby in your own body or were you keeping quiet earlier because mother was there?” Draco asked.

            “Well I’d never really thought about it before. I didn’t even know it was possible until recently. But it does seem fair that if you carry this one, then I should carry the next one. I think it might be difficult to juggle being pregnant and being an Auror, but hopefully I can take some time off from work or be moved to desk duty. Tonks told me they gave her desk duty for a week when her arm was severed and had to be reattached. So I think it’s possible and that I need more time to think about it. I still need to get used to the idea, you know?”

            “Yeah, I’m still getting used to the idea that I’m pregnant,” Draco admitted. He knew that he was pregnant with a baby, but that knowledge was still sinking in. “Unmarried, underage, fatherless, and pregnant by a man with a death warrant on his head.”

            “It’s going to be okay Draco. You’ll be seventeen soon, I’m gonna marry you before our baby is born, I’m going to kill Voldemort, and we’re gonna be a happy family. I love you Draco and I swear I’ll keep you safe.

            “Yeah, it’s just scary, you know?”

            “I know,” Harry said, bending down on one knee in front of Draco. That ring was burning a hole in his pocket and he just had to ask. “Draco, I never thought I would love you as much as I do. I want to be with you forever and I’ll do whatever it takes to ensure we get our happily ever after. Your smile lights up the room and your kisses make my head spin. Will you marry me and spend the rest of your life with me, lighting up my world?” Harry asked, pulling out the ring.

            Draco thought Harry was just being sappy in response to what he had said, but then he pulled out the ring and he was shocked. He hadn’t expected Harry to propose so soon. The ring was pretty, but it wasn’t the proper engagement ring, so he didn’t know what to do in that regard. And Harry was still waiting for an answer! “Yes,” Draco replied, looking back and forth between Harry’s face and the ring.

            “I’m working on getting the family crest ring, but I thought this one would be better, because you won’t be able to go around wearing a ring with the Potter family crest,” Harry explained. “Can I put it on?”

            “Yeah,” Draco said breathlessly, holding out his hand. ‘Okay, Harry’s reason for getting this ring was romantic, thoughtful, and safety conscience.’

            To Harry’s delight, the ring fit perfectly as he slipped it onto Draco’s ring finger. “Come here,” Harry said standing up and taking Draco into a hug and snogging him. After a minute he broke the kiss and sat down, pulling Draco onto his lap. He hadn’t wanted to sit on Draco’s lap, because of the baby. “What’re you thinking?”

            “I’m thinking this is a good thing. I want to be married before the baby is born and it would be best to do it before we go into hiding, at the end of the school year,” Draco replied, snuggling into Harry’s naked chest and arms. He was warm and comfortable.

            Harry had wanted to hear that Draco loved him back. He wanted to hear that Draco wanted to spend the rest of his life with him. He wanted to hear anything other than wanting to get married for the baby. Sure, they were speeding things along for the baby, but for him at least, this entire relationship wasn’t just about their baby. There were real feelings for Draco and Harry really wanted to know how Draco felt about him. “But how do you feel about marrying me? How do you feel about me? I told you that I love you, but you haven’t said it back.”

            Draco let out a sigh, before answering, “I have feelings for you Harry, otherwise I wouldn’t be here with you. I wouldn’t be having your baby and marrying you if I didn’t think that we could build a life together. But, I don’t love you; I’m just not there yet and that’ll take me more time. I’m not going to cheapen it by saying it back before I’m ready.”

            “Why aren’t you there yet?” Harry asked. He loved Draco, so why didn’t Draco love him back?

            “Harry, I’m trying to be patient with you and understanding of your feelings, why can’t you do the same for me?”

            “I’ll try, if you just explain it to me. I need to know what the problem is, so I know what I need to fix, or work on, or change, or whatever!”

            “It’s that day in the loo, alright! I want to move forward with you, but then I remember what you did to me.”

            “Are you still scared of me?” Harry asked. Everything always came back to that day in the bathroom; how was he ever going to make up for that horrible mistake? Was it going to haunt him for the rest of his life? If he married Draco, would their lives together always be based on his mistake? Would Draco always be scared of him? Would Draco ever love him? Could Draco ever forget what he did?

            “Sometimes, yes. Most of the time I think you wouldn’t hurt me intentionally, but you’re stronger than me and more powerful than me, so I know you can hurt me if you want to or lose control. That’s a hard thing to forget.”

            “Okay, I get that. I know what I did was very wrong and I never want to hurt you again. Do you think I can ever earn your trust back?”

            “Yes, but it takes time.”

            “Yeah, time. But why did you say yes, if you’re not there yet?”

            “Because I want to be married for the baby and I honestly believe I’ll get there. We’ve haven’t even been dating a month Harry! How can you say you love me already?”

            “Because I do, I can feel it. But if you don’t honestly love me back yet, I don’t want to rush it for the baby. We have some time left before the end of term; I’m not going to stop the marriage contract business, because I want that to be ready for us when you are, but I don’t want to be engaged until you’re ready.”

            Draco didn’t know why he was sad or crying, but he was. Harry hadn’t broken up with him and his reasoning made sense. They would still get married in a few months, but they didn’t need to get engaged just yet. He sniffled and began to take the ring off to give back to Harry.

            “No, you can keep it. I’m gonna give you the proper one next time I ask you. Waiting will give me time to practice my speech more; I’m not happy with my first try,” Harry said, stopping Draco from removing the ring.

            “Are you sure?” Draco asked, still crying softly.

            “Yeah, I’m sure. Now come here and kiss me,” Harry said wrapping his arms around Draco in a firm hug and waiting for Draco to touch his lips to his own. He was upset about the failed proposal, but he didn’t want to take that out on Draco, because it wasn’t Draco’s fault. He would worry about it later, when he could get some alone time to think about it.

Author’s Note: So what do you think? Like it or hate it? Team Harry or Team Draco? Please review!
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