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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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            Not wanting to do anything sexual in the nursery, Harry suggested, “Want to see what I did with the bedroom?”

            “Yeah,” Draco replied standing up.

            Harry stood up too and together they walked into the bedroom. Draco gasped when he saw the flowers all over the bed. He really didn’t know what he was expecting when he asked Harry to be romantic, a good laugh maybe, but not a beautiful bouquet of his favorite flowers and certainly not flowers all over their bed. It smelled wonderful, lilac and sea breeze, as usual, but also roses. And then there was the ring on his finger, which he looked down at and started to tear up again.

            “Do you not like it?” Harry asked, seeing Draco crying again. He felt sad himself, but he didn’t like making Draco cry.

            “No, I do,” Draco said before letting out a loud sob.

            Seeing the tears stream more quickly down Draco’s face, Harry took Draco into his arms and sat down on the bed, pulling Draco into his lap. “What’s wrong?” he asked gently.

            “Nothing,” Draco replied and continued to cry.

            “It’s gonna turn out alright, you’ll see; I’m gonna make it better,” Harry said, scooting further back onto the bed and rocking Draco in his arms.

            Draco didn’t know what was wrong, he was just crying. Maybe it was that he was overwhelmed, or maybe it was the baby, or maybe it was Harry’s sappy speech or the flowers; he didn’t know what, but Harry was making him feel better. Draco felt safe and warm in Harry’s arms and sparks tingled along his back and arms where Harry ran his hands over them and Harry’s bare chest pressed against his skin. Crying took a lot out of him and with all the other things that had happened since he woke up this morning, such as meeting with mother, snorkeling, and Harry’s botched proposal, he was tired. He closed his eyes and snuggled into Harry as his tears stopped.

            Sleeping wasn’t what Harry planned to do in the bedroom, but when Draco let out a soft snore, Harry knew that was what his boyfriend was doing. Seeing as Draco was pregnant and needed his sleep, he decided not to be offended by this new development. Instead he lay down on the bed, taking Draco with him and just held him. He stayed like that for fifteen minutes, before he thought about the sex book and the oral spells he could be learning; time was precious lately.

            Harry carefully crawled out of bed, found his sex book where he had hidden it in the closet and went to the sitting room to read. There were two main spells for good oral. One was the jaw distention charm, which would allow him to open his mouth wider than was physically possible and take Draco’s massive cock inside his mouth. The other one increased the length he would be able to take in, using a wizard-space charm, allowing him to deep-throat Draco. They involved complicated wand work, but Harry set to work practicing both of them.

            Draco woke up in a flower covered bed having to pee; having to pee wasn’t unusual for him lately. The flowers and the tear streaks down his face were unusual, but he tried not to focus on that, instead washing his face off in the bathroom sink. Once he was presentable, he went looking for Harry and found him in the sitting room. Harry looked funny; Harry’s jaw looked like it had dropped in disbelief. “What?” Draco asked.

            “Nmhhmf,” Harry replied, before casting a nonverbal finite. Apparently it was difficult to talk with those spells on his mouth. “I was just practicing some charms.”

            “What kind of charms? I’m glad I’m not taking charms this year if this is what Flitwick has you practicing for NEWTS.”

            “Um, no, this isn’t for charms class,” Harry replied, somewhat embarrassed at getting caught. He didn’t want to bring oral sex up when Draco had just woken up and had been crying earlier. He wasn’t sure what set the crying off, but he didn’t want to set it off again. They had gone into the room to wank when the crying started, so Harry figured that it was a good bet that it was the sex causing the crying.

            Draco saw a book under Harry’s arm and it looked like Harry was trying to hide it from him. His curiosity piqued, Draco decided to get a look at the book. He subtly sat down on the couch beside Harry and then reached out and snagged the book from under Harry’s arm; it was the sex book Harry had shown him before. “Why are you hiding this?” Draco asked curiously.

            “I wanted to surprise you. I’ve been working on some of the spells in here,” Harry answered. The first part was a lie, but he knew better than to bring up Draco’s crying; that’d probably get him cried at again, or slapped, or worse.

            “Do you want to show me?” Draco asked with a seductive smile on his face.

            “Yeah, alright,” Harry said. “Pull down your pants.”

            “Why?” Draco asked, pulling down the pants and sitting back on the couch.

            “They’re for oral sex. Apparently I don’t know how to talk with both of them on, but basically I’m just going to cast them and suck your cock,” Harry said, wanting Draco to know what he was doing.

            “Yeah, okay, go ahead,” Draco replied smirking.

            Harry cast both spells. He did the wizard mouth space one wrong and had to undo it and do it again, but then he was ready and kneeled down in front of Draco. Draco was only half hard, but Harry determined to change that and engulfed the flaccid length in his now giant mouth. Having just re-read the section on oral technique, Harry quickly brought Draco’s cock to life. He sucked, tongued, bobbed, and licked until Draco was squirming and fisting his hands in Harry’s hair.

            Harry’s mouth was on his dick! It felt amazingly warm and wet and satisfying in a way that hand jobs just couldn’t compete with. How had he managed to live this long and not even realize what he was missing out on? Someone really should have told him how toe-curlingly good this was; it was like snark and felix felicis good. Maybe father would have told him if father wasn’t locked up in Azkaban…

            But regardless of what miraculous things he had not been told about, a very miraculous thing was happening to his dick, so Draco tried to focus on that. He tried to stop his eyes from rolling back in his head and actually look at Harry’s mouth around him, but it was a lost cause, because looking at that scene just made his eyes roll more and his toes curl and his ballocks clench.

            Soon Draco gave up on keeping his eyes open and decided to focus on keeping in an upright position instead. He hadn’t been thinking about proper etiquette for getting a blow job, but apparently slumping over on the couch like a blob of jello wasn’t included, because Harry stopped sucking his dick to pick him up and prop his body into the corner of the couch cushions, before returning to his dick. Having that fabulous award-winning mouth removed from his persons was enough of a lesson for Draco to remember not to flop down again. Later, when coherent thought would return, he would lie in his bed in the Slytherin dorm and decide that there should be a law against Harry taking his mouth off of his dick, but that level of coherent thought was hours away.

            Draco felt dizzy with pleasure. His dick was pulsating with magic as Harry’s tongue and mouth caressed him. His ballocks kept clenching up, like he was about to cum, and then unclenching, because it wasn’t quite time yet. The ball of magical energy that normally built up in the pit of his stomach was twisting and turning like an intense wind storm. And then the magic intensified and shot forth, up and out of his dick as his ballocks clenched and he came into Harry’s glorious mouth.

            Harry swallowed the first bit of Draco’s cum, but when his boyfriend slumped over again, it became increasingly difficult to maintain his head at the proper angle, so he had to pull off. Draco continued to cum all over his own cock and legs and even the couch as his head fell to the seat cushion, his eyes closed tight in overwhelming bliss. But seeing as he no longer had a cock to suck, Harry crawled onto the couch and worked himself underneath and in back of Draco, so that he could hold him. Then seeing his wand wedged in-between the cushions, he grabbed it and cast a few finites on his mouth, ending the spells.

            “Did you get it good?” Harry asked when Draco finally opened his eyes.

            Draco nodded and snuggled into Harry’s side, almost perfectly happy. The only thing that could make this moment better was if his lower half weren’t covered in seamen and if his stomach wasn’t churning so violently. And then the heaving started, so Draco covered his mouth with his hands and took off towards the bathroom, naked and puking on the way. His hands overflowed with his vomit, leaving a sickly trail behind him as he ran. When he reached the loo, he emptied his hands into the toilet and regurgitated his stomach contents into the bowl.

            Harry ran after Draco, seeing his distress and the trail of vomit Draco was leaving, and found his boyfriend hunched over the toilet and heaving violently. He wasn’t sure what to do. Should he try to hold Draco’s hair back? Draco didn’t have all that much hair and it didn’t seem to be getting in the way. Should he get Draco a glass of water? Draco didn’t look like he was ready for that, because Draco was still puking. Was there some potion that would stop the vomiting? Should he get professor Snape? Was this morning sickness? It wasn’t morning; it was an hour before dinner.

            While Harry worried about what to do, Dobby appeared with a loud crack. He was carrying a packet of saltine crackers and a glass of water. “Draco Malfoy, sir, needs to eat crackers now, sir,” Dobby said in a high pitched shriek, distressed that his ward was vomiting. The elf paid no attention to the fact Draco was naked.

            “Dobby? What’s happening?” Harry asked, hoping the elf had the answers to his questions.

            “Kreacher is a bad house elf, sir. Kreacher did not give Draco Malfoy, sir, the right pumpkin juice, sir,” Dobby screeched.

            “Okay, now how do we fix it Dobby? Do we need to get him to drink the right pumpkin juice?” Harry asked.

            “Yes, Draco Malfoy, sir, needs to drink juice, sir. But first Draco Malfoy, sir, is eating crackers, sir.”

            “He can’t eat when he’s vomiting!” Harry replied watching Draco heave into the toilet.

            Draco’s stomach was finally empty and he was dry heaving into the toilet, so he grabbed the crackers from Dobby and tried to shove one in his mouth in between heaves. The cracker nearly came out again with the next heave, but Draco caught it with his hand and forced the half chewed cracker back in and managed to swallow a little bit. His heaving calmed down immediately and then he was able to get the other cracker down too. At that point the heaving stopped completely, so he took the glass of water from Dobby and sat down on the bathroom floor to drink it. The floor was cool beneath his naked arse, but he felt flushed and overheated, so it was pleasant.

            “Are you alright now? What should I do?” Harry asked, still panicked, but seeing that Draco seemed to be recovering.

            “Calm down,” Draco replied in between sips of water. He tugged on Harry’s arm, encouraging him to sit down with him.

            Dobby flushed the toilet and vanished, before returning with a glass of pumpkin juice mixed with the special tea that helped settle upset stomachs. “Draco Malfoy, sir, is drinking his pumpkin juice, sir,” Dobby said handing the glass to Draco and taking the one with water back.

            Draco took a sip of the pumpkin juice and Dobby vanished again, leaving him alone with a still agitated Harry. “Help me up? I want to go back to the sitting room,” Draco said. He could have gotten up by himself, but Harry was in the way.

            “Yeah, sure,” Harry said standing up and offering his arm to Draco.

            Draco took Harry’s arm, stood up, and then went to the sitting room to sit on the couch and sip his pumpkin juice. Harry followed him and sat down next to him. When Draco finished the juice, he set it down on the coffee table and the glass vanished.

            “What happened? Are you okay now?” Harry asked nervously, wanting to take Draco to go see Snape.

            “Morning sickness; it’s always worse after seeing mother,” Draco answered.

            “Dobby said something about Kreacher not giving you pumpkin juice,” Harry replied.

            “Yeah, I hate tea. The elves here and at the Manor know to give me pumpkin juice, but Kreacher keeps giving me tea.”

            “Are you gonna be okay now that you’ve had your juice?”

            “Yeah, probably.”

            “Do you want me to get you anything?”

            “Yeah, my pants and a toothbrush. My mouth tastes like arse,” Draco replied.

            “Okay,” Harry replied, getting up. He found Draco’s pants on the floor in back of the couch and helped him put them on, before going to look in the bathroom for a toothbrush.

            On his way, he noticed that the vomit in the hallway and all over the toilet was gone, having either been cleaned by house elves or the room itself. He opened the mirrored cabinet above the sink and found a toothbrush, toothpaste, and a cup for water. He took his find back to Draco. “Here you go,” Harry said, handing the toothbrush and toothpaste over to Draco. Then he cast aguamenti at the cup, filling it halfway with water and held it while Draco brushed his teeth.

            When he was done, Draco took a swig of the water, spat it back out in the cup, and said, “Thanks.”

            “You’re welcome,” Harry said taking the teeth brushing supplies from Draco and putting them down on the coffee table.

            Feeling loads better, except for the cum drying all over him, Draco snuggled into Harry’s side. Draco thought he’d feel less naked with pants on, but he had the constant reminder of his earlier activities because he could feel the nasty cum crusting his skin under his pants. “Clean me?” Draco asked, hoping Harry would cast one of those cleaning charms he seemed to be so good at. He had enough experience with them now that he was okay with Harry casting them on him.

            Harry complied and with a wave of his wand all of the cum was gone. They lay together on the couch for ten minutes before Draco sat up.

            “It’s getting late, we should do you before dinner,” Draco said standing up.

            “Yeah, okay,” Harry replied, hoping that Draco would finger him again, but also somewhat worried about Draco doing it so soon after vomiting and his earlier emotional breakdown.

            Draco and Harry went back into the bedroom. “You do the applicator, I want to look for a spell,” Draco said, motioning towards the box of applicators with one hand and digging into the basket on the dresser with the other. He felt completely fine now and wanted to see if there was a spell that would make his fingers longer, so that he could finger Harry’s growing hole properly.

            “Sure,” Harry replied and went to work preparing the stretching potion.

            While Draco was looking for the spell card, he came across the potion card, which gave a brief description of each potion in the basket and what it was used for. One potion, the conditioning potion, jumped out at him. “Harry, did you know that we should be using the conditioning potion too?” Draco asked.

            “Um, no, not really. Dumbledore mentioned something about it, but I was on information overload that night,” Harry answered, setting down his applicator full of stretching potion.

            “Here, unskrink it and read the directions, while I find the spell card,” Draco said, handing over the small shrunken tub of potion before turning back to the basket.

            Harry unshrunk the tub, which turned out to be the same five gallon size as the stretching potion tub, only with a green potion as opposed to the white of the stretching potion, and set to work reading the label with the instructions. “Insert into anal canal after stretching is complete. Allow to sit inside the canal for twenty-four hours or until next stretching session. Should be used regularly, even when stretching is complete. Regular usage will result in stronger, thicker anal walls, more enjoyable anal sex, and anal mucous production,” Harry read out loud. It seemed simple enough, so he grabbed another applicator and filled it with the green conditioning potion and set it next to the one he had already filled with the stretching potion.

            While Harry was preparing the potions, Draco found the spell card and located a finger extension charm, which would give him longer fingers. Longer fingers would allow him to reach Harry’s prostate again and fully stretch his growing arse. He went over the wand movements a few times and then practiced pronouncing the charm, before finally preforming it on his fingers. It didn’t take the first two times, but on the third go, his fingers increased in length by double. “Freaky,” Draco said, looking down at his elongated fingers. They were still his usual width, but much longer, which made them look out of proportion.

            “I think it looks hot,” Harry replied, stepping forwards and pressing a kiss to Draco’s lips. He wasn’t sure if Draco was done yet, so he broke the kiss after a few seconds.

            “I’m ready, take off your pants,” Draco said climbing into the flower strewn bed, still naked from earlier.

            “Yeah, okay,” Harry replied dropping his pants, and grabbing the filled applicators in one hand and his wand in the other. He cast his three preparatory charms and climbed into the bed after Draco. Harry lay on his stomach with his arse up in his usual position.

            “Eager much?” Draco asked getting up and kneeling behind Harry.

            “It’s so much better when you do it and I’m sooo horny after sucking you off,” Harry replied, passing Draco the applicator with the stretching potion.

            Draco inserted the stretching potion into Harry arse and then inserted his fingers. Despite his nap, he was still a bit tired after his long day, recent vomiting, and wonderful orgasm, so he decided to make this fingering quick. Thus he quickly increased from one to two to three fingers thrusting in and out of Harry. Harry seemed looser and he definitely didn’t react to three fingers as much as he had before, which led Draco to conclude that the stretching potion was working.

            Harry was extremely aroused from having Draco’s massive cock in his mouth and above his tongue and as a result, his own cock was painfully hard and his ballocks ached with need. When Draco added those extended fingers to his arse, his heart rate went soaring and his breathing turned to short pants and he felt electricity shooting up his spine from his arse. His toes curled and his cock twitched and Harry was moaning in pleasure as Draco’s fingers went in deeper than ever before, brushing against his prostate.

            Draco found Harry’s prostate an inch further back than it had been and seeing as he wanted to make this quick, he began stroking it in earnest, which led to Harry producing some very loud moaning sounds that made his own dick stir, but wasn’t enough to make him hard. Harry seemed to be twitching underneath him, which was weird, so Draco asked, “What’s wrong.”

            “I’m trying not to cum; you just started,” Harry explained. Normally he would be orgasmming all over the place with Draco stroking his prostate like that, but he was clenching his ballocks and trying not to cum, because Draco had just barely started and his arse needed the stretching.

            “Harry, go ahead and cum; we don’t need to spend loads of time on stretching it every day,” Draco replied kindly, while pressing harder into Harry’s prostate.

            With Draco’s permission and the added pressure, Harry came hard all over the flower covered bed, before collapsing onto it. Draco lay down next to Harry and waited. After a few minutes Harry turned over and Draco laughed hysterically at the lilac flowers and rose petals that were glued with cum to Harry’s stomach, legs, and genital region.

            “What’s so funny?” Harry asked confused. Draco continued his mirth, but pointed to Harry’s groin. Harry looked down and noticed all of the flowers stuck to him, including a few rose petals that were stuck to his limp cock. “Oh…”

            “You’ve got flowers all over your dick,” Draco said, in between fits of giggles.

            “I’m so glad I amuse you,” Harry replied with a smile. Draco was beautiful and radiant when he laughed, which made Harry happy.

            “Do you want to take a quick bath?” Draco asked, glancing at the clock on the bedside table. They still had fifteen minutes until dinner.

            “Together?” Harry asked hopefully. Draco had never indicated a desire to bathe together before. On the other hand, if he meant separately, then he’d rather just cast a few cleaning charms and be done with it.

            “Yeah,” Draco replied, thinking about all of the cum that Harry had vanished off of him earlier. Those cleaning charms did the trick, but he would still feel dirty and itchy until he bathed. Pansy had recently noticed that he seemed to be taking extra baths in the evenings and had grown suspicious. She had even accused him of participating in some sort of sexual activity, which he had, but he didn’t want Pansy to know about. Therefor he wanted to take more baths in the room of requirement before dinner, so that Pansy wouldn’t bug him again.

            “Let’s go,” Harry said jumping up, with his flowers, and holding his hand out for Draco.

            Draco grabbed Harry’s hand and followed him into the loo and waited nervously while Harry turned on the tap. He had never taken a bath with another person before and the shower was too small for two, but at least the tub was large.

            Harry turned around and wrapped Draco in a hug and peppered soft kisses all over his face. “I love you,” Harry told him. He didn’t think Draco would say it back, but he still wanted him to know.

            “I know,” Draco replied smugly. He liked being loved by the boy who lived.

            Harry let Draco go and sat down in the filling tub. He used the water to quickly brush the flowers off of him and then held out his hand to Draco, saying, “Come in and sit with me.”

            Draco removed his pants and stepped into the tub and tried to sit down next to Harry, but Harry had his legs opened and pulled Draco into his lap. It was a little weird sitting in Harry’s lap naked, because he could feel Harry’s soft dick under his arse, but it wasn’t too bad and Draco soon relaxed.

            Harry grabbed a washcloth, loaded it up with soap, and ran it delicately over Draco’s body, starting with his back, chest, and arms, before moving onto his legs and feet. Then he handed the cloth to Draco and let him do his own genitals and arse, because he didn’t want to mess it up and ruin their first bath together. When Draco finished washing himself, he turned around and ran the sudsy cloth over Harry’s chest, returning the favor. Only he felt weird washing Harry, so after he did the chest, he handed the cloth over to Harry and let him do the rest himself while Draco watched.

            Not having a lot of time for their bath, the two boys rinsed off, got out of the tub, and dried themselves with the fluffy white towels. They were getting their clothes organized to put back on when Draco said, “I still need to add the conditioning potion.”

            “Yeah, I’ll go get it,” Harry said, before running into the bedroom to retrieve the applicator filled with green potion.

            “Here,” Harry said coming back into the bathroom and handing the conditioning potion to Draco.

            “Just bend over the tub then,” Draco said and Harry did. Draco inserted the applicator into Harry’s sphincter and depressed the plunger, forcing the green potion inside.

            “Do you think I’m gonna find green goo in my pants later?” Harry asked, grabbing his pants and putting them on.

            “Yeah, probably,” Draco said pulling his school robes on.

            The two boys finished dressing and they walked to the door to the room of requirement hand in hand. They shared one more soft kiss.

            “I’ll see you tomorrow at the usual time,” Harry said as Draco left. Harry donned his invisibility cloak and went to Gryffindor tower to find his backpack for detention later and his friends for dinner.

Author’s Note: How did I do with the first blow job? Are the blow job spells hot or creepy?

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