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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: My favorite review for last chapter was from dark-huntressmoony. LOL! Yes, Harry’s proposal could’ve gone worse, but the next one will go better. Thanks you to dark-huntressmoony and everyone else who reviewed!

            Detention Sunday night passed without incident. At breakfast Monday morning, Harry grabbed his usual two apples and put them in his backpack. With Monday being double potions, Harry was exhausted from trying to scrape together a passable potion without the Half Blood Prince’s book. He managed, barely, but was left in a somewhat foul mood, as was the entire class; even Hermione and Draco, the best students at potions, had struggled with this one. But life must go on, no matter his mood, so he pulled out his apple in the corridor after class.

            “Oi Potty, how was your extended detention with Professor Snape yesterday? Did he make you eviscerate slugs for him?” Draco asked, snatching Harry’s apple away and claiming it for himself.

            “Hey, I was gonna eat that,” Harry protested weakly.

            Draco took a large bite out of the apple and replied, “Too late.” Then he remembered that he needed to talk to Professor Slughorn about next week’s scheduled potion. Professor Snape had pointed out that it would contain belladonna, which was not safe for pregnant people to work with. Thus he would have to report his allergy to belladonna and ask to be excused from the assignment or possibly be given a different assignment. “Merlin’s pants! Theo, Blaise, I’ve got to go back and talk to Professor Slughorn.”

            “We’ll go along without you then,” Theo replied and Blaise nodded.

            Nott and Zabini took off in the direction of their common room, while Draco went back inside the potions classroom. Harry was curious as to what Draco needed to talk to their potions master about, so he dawdled in the corridor, pulling out his second apple to have an excuse to linger.

            “I’m beat, let’s nick some butterbeers from the kitchen and head up to Gryffindor tower,” Ron suggested.

            “I don’t think that’s such a good idea Ron; you may not have arithmancy, but we all still have charms after lunch,” Hermione replied, turning to look at Harry and noticing his pre-occupation with the door to the potions classroom. “Harry? Are you spying on Malfoy again?” She was confused about this, because Harry has already admitted to being friends with Malfoy.

            “Oi mate, I’ve got a pair of extendable ears in my bag,” Ron suggested, rummaging in his backpack and coming up with a pair of the pink fake ears.

            “No, we really shouldn’t spy,” Harry replied undecidedly, but took the proffered ears and fed the end under the door anyway.

            “-er had a student with an allergy to belladonna get into my NEWTs class before. That will greatly limit your potions making potential my boy,” Slughorn was saying. “Come to think of it, we just used belladonna when we came back from winter break and you didn’t say anything about it then and I certainly didn’t notice a reaction.”

            “It’s a new allergy. After class I noticed my hands were red and itchy and I went to Professor Snape. He said it was hives and tested me for allergies. He said it was the belladonna. If you don’t believe me, you can ask him yourself,” Draco replied.

            “I will. You’ll still be responsible for the material, of course, but I’ll have you write an essay on the potion instead of making it, if Professor Snape confirms your allergy,” Slughorn replied.

            “Thank you sir,” Draco replied.

            “Quick, put the ears away,” Hermione said and Harry pulled the extendable ears back from under the door and Ron shoved them in his backpack.

            Harry took a bite of his apple, to look casual and Hermione said, “Oh I really should go in and ask Professor Slughorn about our essay assignment on hiccoughing solution.”

            “I don’t think that’s necessary Hermione; we should just go already,” Ron replied.

            Draco exited the potions classroom to find Harry and his friends chattering in the hallway. He was about to push Harry and continue to his common room, when he noticed the apple Harry was eating; it was identical to the one he still held in his hand from earlier. “You’ve been having me on Potter?” Draco asked incensed. “What is this, a laugh to you?” He threw his apple at Harry’s head and waited for a response.

            “Ow! No, um, I just thought I would eat two apples this morning,” Harry replied, not sure what to do. He wanted to get Draco some other snack now that he had thrown the first apple, but he couldn’t break character in front of Ron, who was still clueless as to the whole charade.

            “We heard the load of bull you just fed Slughorn. What are you playing at, pretending to be allergic to belladonna?” Ron asked haughtily.

            “I’m not playing at anything you filthy blood traitor,” Draco replied and glared at Harry, before stalking off to his common room.

            “Ron! Why’d you say that?” Hermione asked.

            “Yeah, Ron, now he knows we were spying on him,” Harry added. He wanted to follow Draco and explain, but he knew he couldn’t, for sake of appearances. He would just have to wait until after classes to explain.

            “But he called me a filthy blood traitor,” Ron protested.

            “It doesn’t matter, come on, let’s go or I’m going to be late to class,” Hermione replied leading the three of them down the hall. They split up when Hermione turned to go to her arithmancy class and Ron and Harry went back to their common room.

            Harry went straight to his dorm and sat on his bed. He didn’t get anything done during his free period before lunch, because of his worry over Draco. Would Draco be mad at him later? Between the apple thing and the eaves dropping, Draco had plenty to be mad about. And why was Draco pretending to be allergic to belladonna? It sounded like Snape was in on it, so could it be something related to the baby? If so, Harry couldn’t figure out what. And Draco didn’t get his snack today…

            Then there was the slew of worry left over from yesterday. There was Draco’s strange behavior with the crying. Would there be more crying today? There was the botched proposal; would Draco ever forgive him for that day in the loo? When they told their child the story of his conception, would Draco tell their son that he had been raped? Would Draco always hold that mistake against him? Would their son hate him for what he did to his father?

            The worry and emotional stress was getting to be too much for him. He broke down and started crying silently, turning to smash his face into his pillow. And as luck would have it, that was how Hermione found him when she came looking for him to go to lunch.

            “Harry, what’s wrong?” Hermione asked, sitting on the edge of his bed and placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

            Now that he had an audience, he sucked it up, sat up, and attempted to act like he wasn’t an emotional wreck. “Nothing,” Harry lied. It was one of the worst lies he had ever told, as evidenced by the tear tracks still fresh on his cheeks.

            “Harry, you can tell me. Let me help you with this. Whatever it is, your secret is safe with me. Whatever you say won’t leave this room,” Hermione promised.

            “Okay,” Harry replied, trying to figure out how much to tell her. She knew about his friendship with Draco. She knew half of the bathroom incident. He would just have to make it work. “It’s about Draco.”

            “Does it have anything to do with what happened this morning?”

            “Yes and no. It’s more about what happened yesterday, during our occlumency practice.”

            “What happened?”

            “Well I thought we were friends. We’ve been getting on like we were for almost a month now.”

            “And?” Hermione encouraged him to continue.

            “And he informed me that he’s not there yet. He’s willing to be friendly with me, but we’re not friends, because he still can’t get past that day I almost killed him in the loo.”

            “Oh Harry! It was an accident!”

            “I know and he knows. He told me he understands, but he said he just needs more time.”

            “Then give him more time. It’s only been a month; near death experiences take longer than that to get over.”

            “Yeah, you’re right.”

            “I’m sure you’ll be proper friends in a few more months.”

            “Yeah, thanks Hermione.”

            “So is that why you were spying on him this morning?”

            “Yeah.”

            Hermione gave Harry a friendly hug and seeing as they were now late for lunch, the two friends went down to the Great Hall, and sat next to Ron. During lunch Harry continually glanced over to the Slytherin table to try to figure out how Draco was doing. Draco seemed to be eating and talking to his friends.

            “Malfoy’s up to something again,” Ron said, noticing Harry watching Draco again.

            “He’s just trying to get out of work next week,” Harry replied, trying to brush Ron off. The last thing he needed was Ron to follow Draco around and find out that Draco was sneaking off to see Harry.

            “Let Professor Slughorn worry about it,” Hermione said, ending the discussion for the time being. She then went on to talk about their essay assignment for herbology that was due tomorrow.

            Class after lunch passed smoothly and then Harry was finally free to go meet Draco in the room of requirement. Draco was already there and Harry found him sitting on the beach, so he walked over and joined him. “I’m sorry about this morning. I didn’t want to eavesdrop, but Ron doesn’t know what’s going on and he wanted to and I couldn’t think of a way to stop that wouldn’t look suspicious,” Harry said. It was a half-truth, because he did want to stop, but he also wanted to eavesdrop just as much as Ron and he really hadn’t tried to stop it.

            “What if he had been eavesdropping on me and Professor Snape? What if he found out about the baby?” Draco asked looking down at his hands in the sand. He was scooping up handfuls of sand and letting the grains fall through his fingers.

            “I’ll put a stop to it. I’ve told him several times now that you’re not up to anything and that we’re not gonna spy on you anymore. I’ll just have to talk to him again. But why are you lying to Slughorn about being allergic?” Harry asked.

            “Belladonna is a poison Harry; it’s dangerous for the baby,” Draco answered.

            “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

            “What if Ron finds out?”

            “He won’t. Hermione will be the one to figure it out, if anything, and she’ll come to me first. She already knows to keep what I’ve told her about you a secret.”

            “Yeah, okay. And how long have you’ve been having a laugh with your friends over me with the apples?” Draco asked.

            “Just today and Friday. I had to step up the ruse or Ron would’ve retaliated. He was getting mad at you for taking my apple every day. I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings.”

            “Yeah, well don’t be such as arse next time.”

            “Did you at least get a snack today?” Harry asked concerned.

            “Dobby brought me an egg sandwich, which was disgusting, so I threw it out. Then he brought me kippers, which made me dry heave, so he took them back. Then he brought me a nectarine and Pansy noticed and asked me why the elves were bringing me snacks. I told her I was hungry and asked for one, but she’s still suspicious, I can tell. She was asking me about my ring too.”

            “I’m sorry,” Harry said, taking Draco into a hug. “What did you tell her about the ring?”

            “Just a little token from one of my many admirers, but I hinted that it was from mother.” Pansy had asked if his ring was from mother and he had denied it with the sort of obvious smirk that meant he was lying and it really was from mother.

            “Good.”

            “My back hurts,” Draco said. Maybe it was the puking yesterday or maybe it was just the pregnancy in general, but he had woken up in the middle of the night with a back ache and it hadn’t gone away yet and was part of the reason for his bad mood.

            “Let me give you a massage,” Harry requested.

            “Yeah, alright,” Draco replied taking off his school robes and lying down on his stomach in the sand, wearing only his pants. He kept his head up out of the sand by propping himself up with his arms.

            Harry wanted lotion, but he didn’t have any and couldn’t remember the spell he had read about in his sex book, so he had to settle for rubbing Draco’s back with just his hands. He started on those beautiful broad shoulders and then worked his way down Draco’s spine.

            Harry’s hands on his back felt wonderful, causing Draco to moan in pleasure as the pain slowly ebbed away. The pain vanished and Draco let Harry continue rubbing him, just to enjoy the wonderful sensations traveling through his body.

            “Is that good?” Harry asked after ten minutes. With the way Draco was moaning, he couldn’t take much more or he’d be whipping out his cock and masturbating right here and now.

            “Yeah, it’s better,” Draco replied sitting up.

            “Great!” Harry replied, hopeful that Draco might have forgiven him.

            “Yeah, well, I fancy a snorkel. You coming?” Draco asked. Snorkeling was one of his favorite things to do and was just the sort of soothing activity he wanted to engage in right now.

            “Yeah,” Harry replied jumping up and getting the snorkel gear.

            Draco accio’ed both their swim trunks and changed right there on the beach, leaving his pants with his robes in the sand. Harry, newly returned with the snorkel gear, did the same, leaving his clothes next to Draco’s.

            Harry and Draco went snorkeling and saw a lot of fish, including a shark, but the shark didn’t bother them, so they just kept going. When they returned to shore forty-five minutes later they were both in a better mood, having forgotten about the earlier debacle in the corridor. Draco was smiling and Harry smiled back at him, taking him into his arms and snogging him until he was panting for breath. Harry pressed his throbbing length into Draco’s body, trying to get some relief for his aching erection.

            The kiss was hot, passionate, and intense and Draco felt his dick stir to life and inflate in his swimming trunks. His heart was beating out of his chest and he could hear his pulse pounding in his ears again. His breathing came in short panting breaths and every neuron in his body tingled with magic. And so when he felt Harry pulling his trunks down to free his dick, he didn’t complain. He did, however, loose his balance and fall backwards onto the sand when Harry squeezed his dick.

            “Oh Merlin, are you okay Draco !?!” Harry asked in alarm, quickly following his boyfriend down onto the sand.

            Draco felt fine, so he grabbed Harry’s hand and guided it back to his dick and he lay back in the sand.

            Harry took the hint and began wanking Draco. Then he pulled his wand out, cast his two oral spells on his mouth, and engulfed Draco’s gigantic cock in his mouth.

            Harry’s mouth was wonderful; it was the type of mouth that really should be given an award. Draco’s eyes rolled back in his head as he enjoyed the hot and wet sensations being sent to his brain by his very happy dick. His dick was pulsating and his balls were aching and the pit in his stomach was slowly rotating.

            Harry sucked Draco’s cock until he started cumming and then swallowed squirt after squirt of his salty seamen. Afterwards Draco seemed like a spineless mush, lying in the sand, just enjoying the afterglow of his orgasm.

            “Come on, I’ll carry you to the bed,” Harry said, not wanting Draco to fall asleep in the sand. Draco nodded, so he cast a lightening charm on him, picked him up, carried him into the bedroom, and laid him down in the bed. Draco was a bit sandy and that transferred to the bed, so he cast a cleaning charm to get rid of the sand and a finite, to stop the lightening charm.

            Draco fell asleep in the bed and Harry went to the study, to do his homework. But when he got to the study, he realized that Draco’s desk was still covered in opened books and half-finished parchment. Not wanting to disturb Draco’s desk, he required the room to provide him with a second desk, next to Draco’s. It did and Harry quickly set about doing his homework.

            Draco woke up an hour later, used the loo, and found Harry doing his homework at a new desk in the study. “Come back to bed with me?” Draco requested sweetly, touching Harry’s shoulder with his hand. He wanted to snuggle and Harry still needed his arse stretched.

            “Yeah,” Harry replied, quickly abandoning his school work in favor of spending time with Draco. He was half-hard from earlier and with the touch of Draco’s hand on his shoulder, he was quickly re-inflating.

            Harry and Draco went back to the bedroom where Harry filled both applicators, while Draco lay down in bed, waiting for Harry. “Forward much?” Draco asked as Harry cast the last of the three spells to prepare his arse.

            “Well we have less than an hour left. Isn’t this what you wanted to do?” Harry asked, crawling onto the bed with his filled applicators and setting them on the nightstand.

            “Yeah, but I wanted to cuddle first,” Draco replied.

            “Yeah, I’d cuddle with you anytime,” Harry replied, sitting on the bed with his back leaned against the headboard. “Come here.” Harry pulled Draco into his arms. Draco sat on Harry’s lap with his head and back against Harry’s left arm and Harry’s right arm wrapped around him. “I love you.”

            “I know,” Draco replied, lying his head against Harry’s naked chest.

            Harry’s cock was now aching and throbbing in his trunks and every move Draco made caused the fabric of his trunks to brush against his cock, creating the most delicious friction. Harry looked down at Draco’s crotch, wondering if he’d be good to go again yet, but alas, Draco’s cock was lying limp in between his legs. It was a very good sized cock, even when completely soft and Harry thought it was about equal to the size his cock was when fully hard, as it was now.

            Harry kissed Draco passionately, hoping to stir his penis and speed along the foreplay process until his genitals were getting some kind of attention.

            Hot passionate kisses generally left Draco feeling good, but right now he was sated and a bit tired, from having cum, and sleepy, having just woken up from his nap. Thus he pushed Harry’s mouth away and said, “Let me finger you.”

            “Yeah, okay,” Harry replied letting Draco scoot off of his lap so that he could assume his usual position.

            “Where are the applicators?” Draco asked.

            “The nightstand,” Harry answered.

            Draco found the applicator with the stretching potion and quickly filled Harry’s arse with it, before throwing the applicator on the floor. “Get your wand, Harry.”

            Harry summoned his wand, which flew in through the open window from Harry’s robes on the beach, and handed it back to Draco, who cast the extension charm on his fingers. Draco plunged first one, then two, and finally three long fingers into Harry. Harry was moaning and writhing under Draco’s touch, so he took it as a sign that Harry was more than ready to cum and plunged full speed ahead with his stretching.

            Draco’s fingers felt absolutely amazing! They felt good before, but now his entire anal canal was sending back messages of bliss as if his cervix were being stroked. And when Draco did actually stroke his cervix, it was as intense as if he had stroked his prostate. Harry was a panting heart pounding lump of goo wiggling under Draco’s touch. He concentrated on feeling and breathing and that was all his brain had room to compute right now with all the sensory overload it was getting from his anus.

            Harry’s cock was throbbing and dripping precum down his untouched shaft. His balls were aching and a fire built inside his stomach. Harry was so far gone he began to lose touch with reality. He noticed a tingling friction along his cock and began to think Draco was wanking him, but when he looked down, nothing was touching him. He closed his eyes and could swear he felt long fingers stroking back and forth over his cock skin, not his anal canal, despite all the evidence to the contrary, such as the fact that he could see Draco behind him when he turned his head to look and he couldn’t see anything touching his cock.

            “It feels like you’re touching my cock,” Harry finally said, thinking that Draco must’ve cast some sort of stimulating spell on his cock.

            “It’s the conditioning potion. Your brain is mistaking the anal stimulation for dick stimulation. Just close your eyes and enjoy,” Draco replied.

            Harry did as instructed and started to pretend Draco really was wanking him. “Is it gonna feel this way every time? Even when you fuck me?” Harry asked.

            “Maybe. I was reading the potion label earlier and it mentioned a risk of side effects. Mostly the brain confuses the arse with the dick, like yours is doing now, but in rare cases the wiring in your brain can permanently switch so that it feels like your dick is being touched when your arse is and your arse feels like it’s being touched when your dick is. It can lead to weird sexual instincts when a man tries to insert a penis into his dick or fuck someone with his arse, but it doesn’t seem like a big deal,” Draco explained.

            Harry didn’t understand much of what Draco was telling him, because it felt like his cock was being filled and fingered. “But is it gonna feel like you’re fucking my cock when you’re fucking my arse?” Harry asked.

            “Yeah, maybe,” Draco replied. “What’s this feel like?” Draco pressed into Harry’s prostate.

            Harry screamed and came instantly. It felt like his cock head was on fire with pleasure and Draco was still stroking it, sending more fire running from his cock head, through his cock, and up his spine. Harry kept cumming and collapsed onto the bed in his quickly growing puddle of cum.

            Draco decided to take that as a positive answer and continued to stroke Harry’s prostate, causing him to twitch and thrash and moan. It was all very satisfying to have that much control over Harry’s body, so Draco smiled and continued his work, even adding a little twist to his fingers.

            “My cock feels so full,” Harry mumbled into the sheets as he came down from his orgasmic high. It felt so good that he was still horny and wanted to cum again.

            “Yeah?” Draco asked.

            “Yeah, finger my cock again?” Harry requested.

            “Do you want me to make you feel fuller?” Draco asked.

            “Yeah,” Harry replied without thinking about it.

            “Okay, here I go,” Draco replied, inserting his pinky finger into Harry’s arse, along with his first three fingers.

            It felt like Harry’s cock was being stretched wider than it could possibly go! He felt so full and his nerves were tingling up and down his spine and Draco’s fingers pushed into his cock! For a moment Harry thought his cock was going to be ripped open and then he remembered that it was his arse that Draco was really fingering, not his cock. After that he calmed down and just enjoyed the delicious sensation of having his cock fingered.

            “You never did tell me what it felt like when I touched your prostate,” Draco said, thrusting into Harry’s prostate with all four fingers.

            And again, Harry lost control and started cumming. “Must be good,” Draco concluded as he watched Harry cum for the second time. He pulled his fingers out and lay down next to Harry.

            Draco glanced over at the clock on the nightstand and saw that there was only five minutes left until five. He had tutoring with Professor Binns after dinner, so he couldn’t be late. “Harry, it’s almost time for dinner. You need to get up,” Draco said sitting up in the bed. He needed to wash his hands and find his clothes.

            “Hmm? Yeah, dinner,” Harry replied, opening his eyes and rolling over, out of the puddle of spunk on the bed. He found his wand and cast a few cleaning spells, vanishing the cum.

            “Yeah, just let me add the conditioning potion,” Draco said grabbing the applicator full of green potion.

            “Okay,” Harry replied, getting back on his hands and knees and waiting for Draco. The conditioning potion had made a big mess out of his pants yesterday and led to a mildly uncomfortable detention with Snape, but if today’s experience was the result, then he was more than willing to use it again.

            Draco filled Harry, threw the applicator on the floor, and said, “There, all done.”

            Harry crawled out of bed while Draco went to the bathroom. Harry found their clothes lying on the beach, so he picked them up and cast cleaning charms on them, to remove the sand, before taking them into the bedroom.

            Draco was just coming out of the loo when Harry brought their clothes in and sat them on their bed. “Thanks,” Draco said, taking his clothes and putting them on.

            Harry dressed quickly and then went to the study and put his stuff away. Draco followed him and put his own stuff in his school bag. Then there was one final kiss and they were rushing off, separately, to dinner.

            Dinner was uneventful, as was detention. Hermione was there practicing occlumency with Snape, but that didn’t involve Harry, so he just continued where he had left off with his homework.

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