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Erotes	By : Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 70634 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 19
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AN: Wow guys, I have never seen such enthusiasm for something I have written before and I have found it inspiring, so in an unprecedented (for me) burst of speed writing I have already got part 3 for you all. I hope you guys don't get too used to this, because I am sure I will not be able to keep writing a chapter every day for long. Enjoy.
Warnings: Swearing, slash and Adult themes, likely sexual content in later chapters; for full warnings see story description.
Thank you to my beta, AchillesTheGeek
(Note: This is the updated edited version of the chapter. Updated 27/11/2014)

"Harry, are you coming upstairs?" Ron asked through a yawn, as he got up from the sofa to go to bed. "Or are you going to finish your essay first?"
"Oh," Harry said, as he looked up nervously, "erm, well... I do need to finish this essay but then... erm... well... I... I have a room with Draco," he explained in a quiet voice. "He kind of needs me at the moment."
They hadn't really explained to their friends how it was that their magic was sustaining the pregnancy, or talked much about the pregnancy at all really. It was also not really a conversation that he fancied starting now, particularly not when he still had the conclusion of his Potions essay to write before he could even try to sleep.
"Oh... right, of course," Ron said, though he looked a bit put out. Harry supposed that his best friend he was likely wondering just how much Draco was going to come in the way of their friendship; honestly Harry kind of wondered the same thing, but he was determined to make sure they were still okay.
"Ron," Harry said, putting his quill down and turning to give his friend his full attention. "This thing with Draco, it doesn't change that you and Hermione are my best friends. You know that, right?" He gave his friend a disarming and somewhat pleading smile; the last thing he needed on top of everything was a moody Ron.
Ron nodded sadly, "Yeah, I know,” he said; he trusted that Harry was too good a person to deliberately shut them out of his life, but that didn’t mean that it wouldn’t happen anyway. “I just know that Malfoy has to be your priority, with you know..." Ron said, kind of gesturing at his stomach, "...everything."
Harry chuckled in amusement at Ron’s reluctance to say pregnancy, though that was probably for the best, given they couldn’t be sure who might overhear. "I suppose that is true,” he admitted, aware that there were likely to be times when he had to put Draco ahead of his friends. “See you at breakfast,” he said with a wave of his hand as Ron turned and headed towards the stairs up to the dormitory. “Tell Neville to wake you otherwise there is no way you will get yourself to Potions on time, let alone breakfast," he called out.
Watching his friend disappear up the steps, out of sight, Harry turned back to the table. He knew he should resume his attempt to finish his essay, but since his conversation with Ron he was finding the image of Draco waiting for him in bed rather distracting, much to his own chagrin.
He had no idea how, in the space of just one day, he had gone from finding the blond Slytherin an annoying thorn in his side, to thinking of him as someone he would want to crawl into bed with. Though, it wasn’t as though he ever actually taken the time to consider the idea of crawling into bed with Draco before; he couldn’t help but wonder if he might not have been completely against the idea, even before everything changed; plus, those wings were damned sexy.
Frowning at the oddness of such a thought, he made quick work of scribbling a last couple of sentences; he was sure that Snape would find several things to criticise, but he didn’t care enough to actually put any more effort into it. Yawning, Harry folded the essay away, tucking it safely away before throwing the book bag over his shoulder as he got to his feet.
Harry felt a little nervous as he made his way across the common room; he had never paid much attention to this particular portrait before, but Dumbledore had informed him that it was now the doorway into his and Draco’s new rooms. "Erm... Eros," Harry said, giving the password to the portly gentleman in the picture who was dozing.
The man in the portrait opened one eye sleepily, to inspect the young man in front of him. "You are the other gentleman who will be residing in these rooms?" he asked suspiciously, leaning forward slightly to get a better look at him.
Harry nodded. "I am," he said, feeling a little uncomfortable under the close scrutiny.
"I am Sir Selwyn,” the man introduced himself, his expression softening. “You may enter," he pronounced with a sweeping gesture, and the portrait swung open to allow Harry through.
The room was dark when Harry entered and, not knowing the space, he pulled out his wand and cast lumos as the doorway closed behind him. The place was simply decorated and had a comfortable, homely, feel, which was added to by a, currently empty, fireplace. There was a sofa, and a couple of chairs arranged around a coffee table in the middle of the room, facing the fireplace, and Harry found himself glad that if they chose to, he and Draco would have space to relax together; that was probably the best way for them to actually get to know each other, after all.
There were five doorways from the room, including the one he had just come through, and Harry thought it was a safe assumption that the one next to it was likely to lead to the Slytherin Common room. Noting that there was already a small pile of books on the table between the sofa and the fire, he realised that Draco was probably already there, and he looked around, as though expecting to see the blond suddenly appear.
However, he was still alone and so made his way across the living room, towards the first of the other doors. Pushing it open, he found a small plain looking room with a single bed and a desk but other than that, it was completely empty. Pulling the door shut, he moved onto the next one along, finding a simple bathroom behind it.
Having no need of any of the facilities for the moment, Harry went to the final door. He raised his wand slightly, as he pushed it open and was able to make out where Draco was curled up in the large double bed, easily identifying him from the distinctive blond hair and purple wings; not that he would have expected to find anyone else in their rooms.
"Harry?" Draco queried, his sleepy voice drifting across the room, and suddenly Harry felt incredibly guilty for waking him. It had been a long, strange and trying day for the both of them, so he imagined that the blond was every bit in need of sleep as he was.
"It's just me, Draco," Harry called out softly; despite his lingering thoughts of Draco in bed, now that he was faced with the reality of it, he found himself rather flustered. "Go back to sleep," he encouraged, going to close the door.
"Harry?" Draco called out again, slightly clearer than before as he sat up in the bed with a puzzled expression on his face. "Where are you going?" he asked.
"Erm, I was going to go to bed," Harry told him slowly pointing behind him, vaguely in the direction of the other bedroom he had seen. He wasn't sure where else Draco would have thought he might be going at this time of night.
"Don't be an idiot, Potter," Draco said with exasperation, though Harry thought he sounded a little amused too. "Come and get into bed; I need your magic remember," he pointed out.
"Oh right, of course," Harry said, a blush covering his cheeks again, as he thought about sharing a bed with the blond. He knew that the pregnancy required magic from both of them, and it made sense that they have that contact at night. "I just thought..." Harry started, but he trailed off as he came into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.
"That other bedroom is there, so that I have somewhere to kick you out of bed to when you inevitably piss me off," Draco told him, lying back down, as Harry moved into the room and shut the door. Harry didn't need the light of his lumos spell to tell that the blond was smirking as he spoke.
"Well I am sure that will happen soon enough," Harry conceded, as he found his trunk at the end of their bed and changed into pyjamas. Things might be going well between them at the moment, but they still had a lot of history between them and were only really just starting to get to know each other.
"Probably," Draco agreed as he rolled over to grin cheekily at him. "No need to actually try though; so could you hurry up and actually get into bed so that I can go back to sleep," he grumbled, pulling the covers around himself more tightly, something that was made rather trickier by the wings on his back.
Harry found himself momentarily stunned by the sight of Draco, with blond hair splayed on the pillow and purple wings curled up behind him. Apparently Draco saw his reaction, because he was looking decidedly smug. Shaking his head in amusement, Harry climbed into bed and, after only a moment's hesitation, pulled Draco against his side.
Draco actually sighed in contentment and rested his head on Harry's shoulder. "I had no idea how much of my magic the baby was using, I already feel much better," he admitted. "I thought that, given I spent an hour or so sitting on your lap earlier, it wouldn't be that bad."
"This is going to be a problem, if you are getting this tired after only a few hours," Harry pointed out with a frown. They just didn't know enough about their own situation to be able to make it easier on themselves, but it seemed they were going to have to do some research.
Draco nodded his agreement. "Tomorrow's problem, Harry," he said a few seconds later and within only a couple of minutes they were both fast asleep, their bodies pressed against each other's, Harry's arms holding Draco close.
-#-
It was no great surprise, given Harry's actions at dinner the previous evening, that the two of them were the talk of the school the next day; what was a surprise, however, was what people were saying. They had both been expecting a great deal of hostility but for the most part people seemed to just be curious; extremely curious in some cases and apparently several of the professors had had to forbid the student population from discussing the pair of them in classrooms as the gossiping was getting out of hand.
At lunch, Harry glanced over to the Slytherin table to where Draco was sat eating between his two best friends; Blaise caught Harry's eye, making a show of keeping his hands off Draco, to which Harry just smiled a little and rolled his eyes. He rather liked this playful teasing they had going, and was beyond relieved that neither his nor Draco's friends were being antagonistic.
"Stupid, irresponsible, talkative..." Hermione mumbled under her breath, as she took a seat on the bench, next to Harry, starting to help herself to the food in front of them.
Swallowing his mouthful of sandwich, Harry turned to face his friend. "What happened?" he asked.
"I was trying to read, in the Library, like I do all the time," she explained a little huffily and Harry nodded his understanding, sipping at his juice. "But it was full of giggling girls trying to work out what you and Draco are."
Harry nearly choked on the drink but still managed to turn an indignant look at his friend whilst spluttering.
"Oh, Harry, they are going to figure it out, not much you can do about that," Hermione told him with a dismissive wave of her hand. "I mean it will likely take them longer than me and Pansy because they have fewer details to work with, but those Ravenclaws are smart; I suspect it might take them a couple of days at the most."
"Great," Harry said with a sigh, turning back to his food, looking annoyed.
"If it makes you feel any better, the general opinion around school is that the two of you were always destined to be mates of some kind and that it is incredibly adorable," Hermione told him, giving him a hopeful smile. "At least they aren't condemning either of you."
Harry nodded in agreement. "It is probably for the best that they had figured out that much at least; Draco kind of needs regular physical contact to ensure the stability of the..." Harry checked around to make sure no-one would overhear, "...the pregnancy."
"Really? How fascinating," Hermione said, looking genuinely interested.
"Yeah, fascinating, also somewhat impractical," Harry pointed out with a wry smile. "I reckon that will be a lot easier with the whole school already convinced we are together, but he is getting tired after only a few hours away from me." He nodded in the direction of the Slytherin table where Draco was yawning.
Hermione followed his eye line and could see what he meant. She hummed thoughtfully to herself. "I wonder if I can find any information about different types of contact or lengths of time for contact and how it affects how long he can be apart from you," she said, more to herself than to her friend, already getting to her feet again and wrapping a sandwich in a napkin to take with her. "I will see you later, Harry, this requires research."
Harry rolled his eyes as she disappeared out the door, sandwich in hand, a new mission in her mind. Harry finished off his own sandwich as he glanced over at Draco. The blond was definitely looking less than on top form; Blaise and Pansy seemed to be trying to talk him into eating with very little success and the blonde had actually gone as far as to rest his forehead on the table.
Pushing his plate away from him, Harry got to his feet and made his way over to the Slytherin table; he made a point to ignore the whispers that followed him. Pansy and Blaise looked up at Harry kindly as he reached the three of them, and Pansy moved over to give him a space next to Draco, in which he quickly sat.
Harry slid one arm around Draco's back and another under his knees; the blond's complete lack of protest, as Harry shifted him onto his lap, showed just how tired he had become. "Draco, you are going to have to learn to come to me when you are getting this drained," Harry said softly. The blond whimpered a little, leaning into Harry and ruffling his wings slightly. Slowly the tension began to leave Draco's body, as he revelled in the relief the contact brought.
After five minutes or so, Draco was practically asleep in his arms and Harry was well and truly sick of the numerous eyes watching them and the whispered conversations going on around the hall.
"I am going to take him back to bed," Harry told Draco's friends. "It isn't like either of us would be able to concentrate in Transfiguration with him like this anyway." Blaise and Pansy both nodded their understanding and promised to explain to Professor McGonagall.
Harry got to his feet and pulled out his wings to protect Draco in his arms from prying eyes, as he carried him from the Great Hall. He thought, as he headed towards their rooms for an afternoon nap, that it was going to be a long nine months if this was just day two. Maybe Hermione would turn something up in her research that would make things easier; he could only hope.
-#-
Harry was lying in bed watching Draco sleep; it perhaps should have felt creepy but given that Draco needed contact to have access to his magic there wasn't a lot he could really do about it. He was using the time to think; it wasn't like he had a shortage of things to think about and most of them revolved around Draco and being an Erote.
In the just over five years he had spent in the wizarding world he had learnt to not only expect the unexpected, but to also just go with it to some extent. He was trying to find the words so he could explain to others why his feelings for Draco were suddenly so different. It was proving difficult because he didn't really feel like they had changed at all, even though logically he knew they had; it was more like his perspective had shifted, as though the bond had drained the negativity from their relationship.
He still knew that Draco was arrogant and smug, spent far too much time worrying about his hair and had a mean streak a mile wide when someone pissed him off; but he also didn't begrudge him these things anymore, which allowed him, in the absence of their animosity, to see other things he had never noticed before. Draco apparently liked to have a plan and hated not being in control, he loved to prank his friends and would laugh freely when he did so, but what had surprised Harry most was how much Draco seemed to want to be protected.
He stroked the blond hair gently away from Draco's face again; the silkiness of his hair made it fall forward again, no matter how many times he brushed it back behind the smaller man's ear. Harry smiled as Draco whined, in the cute way he was coming to know so well, and tried to move impossibly closer to Harry's warmth. Harry smiled indulgently and pulled the covers up closer to Draco's chin as he returned to thinking.
Harry allowed himself to mull over the reactions that people had had so far; on the whole they had been far more positive than he had originally anticipated. Draco's friends seemed to think that the whole situation was somewhere between brilliant and hilarious, and Harry found that it had been a lot easier being friendly with the two of them than he had believed it would be. Even Ron and Hermione seemed to have found it easy talking to them.
Hermione had not said a great deal, least of all about her actual opinion, but she seemed to be taking a 'well it just is what it is' attitude for the moment. It seemed that she was concentrating her efforts on making sure she was as well informed as possible; Harry found this oddly comforting and supposed this was because Hermione was still being her normal self in that respect.
Ron, however, was a bit more of a mystery; he had definitely been slightly repulsed by something, though whether it was Harry and Draco as a couple, Harry and Draco as Erotes, or the mental image of Harry and Draco having sex was anyone's guess at this point. He had, however, managed to laugh along plenty in the room of requirement and generally had treated Harry no differently from normal in the common room, so Harry was going to take that as acceptance of the situation until he heard otherwise.
"You look like you are thinking too hard."
At the unexpected interruption to his thoughts, Harry looked down. Draco's grey eyes were open, watching him, and there was no evidence that the teen had been asleep only a moment earlier.
"And you look like you are feeling a lot better for that nap," Harry retorted, a smile on his face. Draco certainly looked far more with it than he had at lunch, when the blond had looked ready to collapse.
Draco finally looked around, taking in their room. "When did we get here?" he asked, as he propped himself up in the bed a little. "What time is it? Last thing I remember was lunch."
Harry chuckled, feeling a little strange with the two of them sat next to each other in the bed. "Yes, well you let your magic levels get rather too low and nearly passed out at the Slytherin table," he explained. "It's about three now, so not much point bothering to go to lessons."
Draco sighed, letting himself flop back down onto the mattress. He knew Harry was right, but wasn't looking forward to having to do the catch up work. "We are going to need a better plan if this pregnancy is going to drain my energy this quickly," he said. "I mean, we don't seem to be able to be apart for more than a few hours."
"Hermione is working on it," Harry assured him, hoping that his friend's research was going well. "She ran off to the library at lunch, talking about types of contact and such."
"Great," Draco groaned, even though he really did want to know more. "Let's just hope that she doesn't recruit Pansy; the last thing we need is for the two of them to start dictating our contact with each other."
Harry's eyes widened with slight fear at the idea. "Yeah, that would probably not end well for anyone," he agreed.
"Sorry I made us miss class," Draco said after a few minutes. He wasn't really one to apologise for his actions usually, even less ones out of his control, but he knew that things were going to be complicated enough for the pair of them, without them having to find time to catch up on lessons and he had a feeling that such a gesture would earn him points with the Gryffindor.
"Don't worry about it," Harry said with a smile; Draco and the pregnancy were far more important to him than any lesson. "I guess we are in this all together anyway, whether we like it or not." Harry shrugged before lying down next to Draco, such that they were both watching the very boring ceiling. "Just for the record, I don't not like it."
"Why, Harry," Draco said with obvious amusement, "it almost sounded like you actually like spending time with me." The blond was definitely smirking, even if Harry didn't turn to see and if Draco had taken the time to look he would have seen the beautiful flush that coloured Harry's cheeks.
"Does it bother you, Draco?" Harry asked, sounding nervous. "That we can't... you know... remember that night?" he clarified, turning his head to watch the other boy's reaction.
Draco's eyes widened slightly and he turned to look at Harry, hands seemingly automatically going to his completely flat stomach. The blond was apparently giving the question serious thought as he worried his lower lip slightly.
"I don't know really," Draco said quietly, after a few long moments. "I am sure it would have been too much, for both of us, if we had woken up able to remember it all. Maybe this is the bond's way of easing us into everything. That said, I do kind of wish that I could remember the conception of our child," he explained, both of them looking a little flustered at the mention of it. "But then I remember... well... the... erm... damage," he went on. "Do we really want to remember, if it was.... I don't know...?" Draco seemed to not know how to explain any further, but fortunately Harry seemed to understand.
"You are worried that it might have been violent or you might have tried to stop me?" Harry asked him with a sad expression. He hated the idea that he might have forced himself on Draco, even if neither of them had been in their right minds that night.
"Harry, we are going to be joined forever, by this child at the very least," Draco pointed out. "I don't want to spend our whole lives with you feeling guilty for hurting me that night, so maybe it is for the best..."
"I am already feeling guilty," Harry confessed. He knew this wasn't what Draco had wanted and even though he understood that it wasn't really his fault, he still felt as though he had trapped the blond somehow. "In some ways I wish I could just know for sure what happened; I know that is selfish and I definitely don't want you to have any memories of me hurting you..." Harry said, his voice trailing off with a sigh.
"Can we not talk about this, not right now, Harry," Draco requested. "We are just learning to be comfortable with each other, so for now it is for the best that we are allowed to work up to that level of intimacy in our own time. Who knows, maybe we will start to remember eventually."
"Maybe," Harry mumbled as he turned back to watch the ceiling; the silence between them surprisingly comfortable.
-#-
Draco was sitting reading on the sofa in their living room a couple of hours later, working on homework, when there was a tapping on the small window. He looked up from his book and spotted Harry's snowy owl pecking on the glass.
"Harry, your owl is at the window," he called out as he got up to allow it entry.
It was only a few seconds later when Harry emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a large towel, using another to roughly scrub his hair dry; Draco cringed at the damage he was probably doing to it.
"What did you say?" Harry enquired. Draco said nothing but pointed at the back of the sofa, as he returned to his seat. Harry grinned happily when he spotted the owl sitting there patiently.
"Hedwig," Harry greeted happily and Draco rolled his eyes; he had never seen someone so enamoured with their owl. "What you got for me, girl?" he asked as he removed and opened the note she was carrying and Hedwig gave him an affectionate nip. "Sorry, I don't have any food here," he said, chuckling at the annoyed look she gave him as he carried her back towards the window. "I'll get you some more treats soon," he promised her, earning another nip before she took off and he watched her until she flew out of sight.
"Hermione says she has something for us," Harry said, turning back to Draco. "Are you okay with me letting her in here?" he asked the blond, who had his head back in his book. He wanted to respect that this was Draco's space as much as it was his.
"Hmm?" Draco asked, looking up again and giving Harry a fairly blank look. "Sorry, what did you say?"
Harry gave him a weary smile but repeated his question. Draco looked pensive; he didn't see any reason to deny Harry's request, it would be likely that in time they would both have reasons to bring their various friends to the room and they might as well get used to it now.
"I suppose," Draco agreed, sounding reluctant; well there was no reason to let Harry know that he was actually completely okay with it, better to have him grateful for now in case he needed a favour later.
"Thanks," Harry said and headed into their room to get dressed quickly before he practically ran to the door to the Gryffindor common room and pulled it open; he didn't walk through it, however, instead leaning through it and calling out. A moment later he stepped back, wide eyed, to allow what appeared to be a fairly large pile of books on legs walk into the room. Draco took looked rather surprised by this, and when said books were deposited on their living room table, a bushy head appeared from behind them grinning.
"A bit of light reading, Granger?" Draco asked, eye brows raised and with a very amused expression on his face.
"These, Draco, are all the books in the library which have any real information about Erotes," Hermione told him primly. "And you are welcome." The Gryffindor girl was sounding particularly pleased with herself.
"Erm... thanks..." Harry said hesitantly, taking a seat next to Draco on the sofa and helping himself to a book from the top of the pile. 'Wing management and care' looked to be a very detailed and likely boring book about every type of wing possible, from taking care of a common sparrow wings right through to creature inheritances , like Erotes, or even magical creatures such as Hippogriffs.
"I figured that with everyone trying to snoop and work out what you are, it would be best if they had as little material to work with as possible," Hermione explained. "I spoke with Dumbledore and he gave permission for me to remove all these texts and bring them to you." Hermione was still looking distinctly smug, waiting for the pair to catch on. "They are more likely to be helpful to the pair of you than anyone else anyway."
"That is brilliant, my hero," Harry declared, all but jumping up from his seat, dropping the book unceremoniously onto the table and pulled her into a unnecessarily tight hug.
Draco discarded the book he had been reading for Charms and instead picked the next book off of the pile. "Magical Inheritances and Mythology," he read from the cover.
"While that is a fascinating read, it doesn't really have a lot of information that will be helpful to the pair of you," Hermione told him, as Harry let her go and returned to his seat next to Draco. "However, we definitely don't want some Ravenclaw coming across it; there would be enough clues in there for them to figure out far too much."
Hermione began looking down the spines of the books, apparently looking for one in particular. "Ah ha," She declared as she selected one from about three quarters of the way down out of the pile. "This one, however," she said, "probably wouldn't be of much use to someone who didn't already know what you are but has some information that I think could be helpful."
"Okay, would you care to share this information or are you going to wait for me to actually read it?" Harry asked; really he was hoping she would be excited enough about whatever it was, that she would be unable to wait for his slow reading speed.
"Yes, yes, Harry," she said dismissively, as she flicked the book open looking for a particular chapter as she continued to speak. "I am not going to wait the age it would take you to read all of this only to still remain clueless." She gave him a teasing smile that definitely took the harsh edge off her words. "This book is about magic energies and there is a whole section on transfers of magical energies through physical contact."
She had both Harry and Draco's full attention now, who were watching her hopefully as she continued to flick through.
"Okay, yes here," she told them, gabbing a finger at the page she had been looking for. "It mostly just talks about situations where these transfers occur and about how it is only possible between two bonded people; which of course explains how you are managing it. Harry didn't really tell me much, just that you seem to need physical contact for the pregnancy, which is actually one of the examples it talks about in some detail in here."
She took a seat on one of the chairs, before going on. "Apparently male pregnancies are only possible between bonded couples due to the requirement of magical energy," Hermione explained. "That magic forms a sack of sorts which acts in place of the womb which would hold the foetus in female pregnancies and it is simply not possible for the magic of one person alone to be able to take such a strain."
"That sure is the truth," Draco said with a sigh, leaning over slightly to rest his head on Harry's shoulder, even that contact being enough for him to be able to feel the tingle of the magical energy transfer between them. "A few hours away from Harry and I feel like I have been awake for two days straight."
"Well, that is where this book has some answers," Hermione said happily. "Like I mentioned to you at lunch, Harry, I suspected that there might be differences between types of contact and possibly ways of extending how long you can be apart." She grinned again at the sight of their hopeful expressions, sure that they wouldn't be quite so pleased once she finished explaining.
"Well..." Harry prompted and Hermione realised she had been sitting watching the two of them for too long.
"Yes, sorry; read these paragraphs," she instructed, handing the book over and tapping the section of text she meant. Draco took the book, and both he and Harry began to read.
'In the case of physical contact magical energy transfers, for the purposes of maintaining a pregnancy, the type of contact has a strong correlation with the quality of the magical energy transferred. Simple contact such as a casual touch will provide only minimal, temporary relief to the carrying partner, whilst full sexual intercourse will potentially leave the carrying partner able to maintain the child independently for as long as one, or even two, full days.
'This is due to the direct correlation between the emotional intensity of the physical connection and the strength of the magical energy being provided. This means that generally actions such as kissing will be more effective than just holding hands; however there do not seem to be concrete rules which can be applied to the effectiveness. It has been theorised that this is because the intent and expressed emotions play a large part and these are not quantifiable variables.'
"Will you stop looking so very smug, Granger," Draco managed to drawl, when he finished reading, a mask of calm firmly in place. It took Harry just a moment longer to finish, but when he did, he could only sit, staring at the book wide eyed at the implications for what they needed to do to be able to properly support the pregnancy.
"Well..." Hermione said, looking highly flustered and uncomfortable as Draco glared at her, "it isn't as though the pair of you haven't already... you know."
Harry looked up at his friend in surprise, grasping Draco's hand in his own to keep the blond from lashing out at Hermione. "Well, we don't exactly remember it," Harry mumbled, before looking back down at the book, as if waiting for it to tell him what the hell he was supposed to do or say next.
"Oh. You... oh..." Hermione said, looking even more nervous and embarrassed now. Draco was still looking very annoyed and so she really wanted to smooth things over between them before she left. "Well... erm... maybe you could just try kissing or..."
"Yes, Hermione, thank you," Harry interrupted quickly, before she could say anything that would embarrass them all the more.
"I think we can work this out for ourselves," Draco said sharply. While he did appreciate the information, he didn't appreciate her meddling in his and Harry's very new and fragile relationship.
"Right, well, I will just leave these with you," Hermione said, getting to her feet and waving in the general direction of the pile of books. "Yes... erm..." she rambled, not sure what to say as she looked around, desperately not looking at the two boys who were sitting very close to each other on the sofa. "See you at dinner," she said and, without waiting for them to confirm that they would be there, she disappeared out the door.
"Well... erm... I have to ... err... homework." Harry mumbled, releasing Draco's hand and quickly getting to his feet. "I'll... erm... I'll talk to you in a bit," he said kind of awkwardly, running a hand though his hair and he headed off towards their bedroom. He really just needed some time to think.
Draco sighed as Harry shut the door to their bedroom behind him. "Well, shit," Draco said, sighing as he leaned back on the sofa.

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