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Survival of the fittest	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 18501 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Chapter List
- 30
- 31
- 32
Author's note: Slightly later than I wanted, but university has become busier than I expected. I tried to work on it whenever I could (even writing during some classes) but it took me longer than expected to finish this. To make up for it, this chapter is almost 10 000 words long ^^;
Thanks to the following reviewer: starr
Warnings: some fluff; lemon; drama; angst; timeskips. I think those are the most important warnings.
I hope you will enjoy this second part!

Chapter 31: Calm Before the Storm Part 2
1st of April
"Time is up, Harry," Tonks – sporting short, bright blue hair today – announced cheerily and stopped the timer.
Releasing a loud groan, Harry straightened his back – a twinge of pain shooting through it – and placed his quill on the table, which temporarily acted as a desk.
His last exam – the theoretical part of Charms – was finished and with that, he was officially free. On Monday he had had both the practical and the theoretical exams of Transfiguration and Potions – one in the morning, the other one in the afternoon – followed by Defence Against the Dark Arts and Curses on Tuesday. Today he had had the theoretical exam of Care of Magical Creatures (Hagrid hadn't seen the need for a practical exam) and the theoretical and practical parts of Charms. Despite having known what to expect, the exams hadn't been easy and he could only pray that he hadn't bollixed his exams of Transfiguration and Potions.
"All right, I'll be going now," Tonks grinned after gathering up his papers.
Harry nodded, returning the smile, and stood up; his hand absentmindedly rubbing his back.
"Oh, by the way, Harry; please, for the love of Merlin, give your son a normal name and don't be like my mother," Tonks sighed exasperatedly.
He chuckled. "I promise."
She left after one last cheery wave, prompting Ruby – who had kept watch in the corner of the room – to rise on his large legs and pad over to Harry.
"You look tired," the lion informed him, sounding concerned.
"The exams sucked up a lot of my energy," Harry admitted and snatched his quills and ink pot off of the table. Carrying the baby is taxing as well, he added silently and threw a furtive glance at his midsection. He had forgone wearing the belt as there was no risk of other people discovering the truth in the manor and it struck him as surprising once more how big he had become already.
Ruby followed him out of the small room – well, Draco claimed it was small, but it was still as big as the Potions' classroom – out into the brightly lit corridor. Several paintings of serene, picturesque nature scenes decorated the pale blue wall and a soft, white carpet covered the marble floor, muffling his footsteps.
The heavy scent of lilies resting in the large, dark blue vase filled his nostrils when he passed them on his way to the broad staircase and he sneezed.
The room in which he had taken his exams was situated on the ground floor, close to the large kitchen and as the room he shared with his lover was on the first floor, he ascended the staircase, paying heed to not trip over a step. Before he entered the bedroom, he first dropped off his writing utensils in the room next to it, which had been transformed into a mini library with room for two desks where both young men could study.
Draco wasn't in their bedroom, so Harry wandered through the long hallway, wondering where the blond could have gone. He didn't think he went outside; even if he would only have gone to the garden, Draco would have informed him that he went outside.
Ruby sniffed the air, cocking his head. "Your mate is in the second to last room," he rumbled and then turned around, obviously having decided that Harry could take care of himself now without running into trouble.
Snorting in amusement, Harry walked further down the hallway; the second to last room in this particular corridor was the nursery and he quirked his eyebrows, wondering why Draco would be there.
The door was slightly ajar and he silently opened it further, leaning against the threshold while he took in the sight in front of him.
Draco was standing in front of the white crib Lucius had given them and was caressing a brown teddy bear, which had a bright red bowtie around its neck. He seemed lost in thought; his grey eyes fixed on the green bedding.
"Draco?" Harry said softly and stepped forwards.
Draco turned his head and gave him a smile, while he placed the stuffed toy back in the middle of the crib. "Hey. How did it go?"
Harry shrugged and approached him. "It went well, I suppose. Can't get any worse than Potions."
Draco chuckled. "I'm sure even Potions wasn't that bad."
"That remains to be seen," Harry sighed and stopped in front of the blond. He raised an eyebrow. "Why are you here?"
"Just looking around," Draco murmured and slipped his arms around Harry's waist, pressing him closer. "Mother did a great job with decorating it."
"That she did," Harry agreed, his own eyes lingering on the crib in the middle of the room. It seemed now more real than ever that they were going to have a baby. Seeing his bump whenever he removed the belt and feeling their son kick was one thing, but actually seeing the decorated nursery … It made it all that more real. That was rather ridiculous, he knew that. After all, what could make it more real than actually feeling their baby kick and move inside of him? Yet, the fact that their manor was prepared for the new arrival with a beautiful nursery really drove it home. They were really going to have a baby together and raise their son in this manor. In just a couple of months they would be living here and it made him jittery with anticipation.
Thinking about their baby made him recall Tonks' small comment about names and he clucked his tongue. "We haven't talked about names yet," he remarked casually and smiled faintly when he felt his son tumbling around.
"Hm? Oh yes, that's true," Draco replied surprised and started to steer the dark haired wizard out of the room. "I guess it's time we start discussing that, considering it will only be a few more months."
"Tonks made me promise to not give our son a ridiculous name," Harry informed him amused as they entered their bedroom. Sapphire was seated on Harry's nightstand, her tail flicking back and forth agitatedly while her gaze was fixated on something she had spotted outside.
"Her first name is Nymphadora, right?" Draco scrunched up his nose and shook his head. "I don't know what my aunt was thinking."
"Yeah, neither does Tonks," Harry chuckled and sat down on the bed, sliding back until he was leaning comfortably against a small mountain of pillows. He waited until Draco was settled next to him and then asked, "Do you have any names in mind?"
"I've been thinking about it," the other one admitted sheepishly. "I'd like to continue my family's tradition of giving names related to constellations, if you don't mind."
"I don't mind," Harry said slowly, mulling it over. He supposed it wouldn't be bad to continue that particular tradition. "Do you have a name picked out?"
"Two actually," Draco murmured and visibly hesitated before he continued, "I was thinking of naming the baby either Scorpius or Hyperion."
There was no way he would name his son 'Hyperion'. It didn't matter what kind of fancy backstory that name had; their son would be teased mercilessly if he had that name.
Draco noticed his poorly hidden grimace and raised an eyebrow. "You don't like the names?" he guessed.
"Scorpius isn't that bad, but I don't like the name 'Hyperion'," Harry answered reluctantly, rubbing absentmindedly over his stomach.
"Maybe we can compromise? One of us chooses the first name and the other the second name," Draco offered, not in the least put out or offended by Harry's comment.
"No 'Hyperion'," Harry insisted stubbornly and scowled.
Draco snorted amused, but acquiesced without any fuss. "Fine, I'd like him to have 'Scorpius' as first name then."
"I want him to have 'James' as a second name," Harry stated, his hand stilling. He hadn't given it much thought, but something in him had made him say it and he blinked bemused. It seemed a good idea to name their son 'James', although he couldn't explain why.
"After your father, huh?" Draco remarked with a queer look on his face.
"You don't agree?" Harry questioned; a hint of defensiveness slipping into his tone.
Draco leaned forwards – supporting his weight on his hand – and kissed him quickly on his mouth. "I like it; I don't mind naming him after your father. Considering what he did for the Wizarding World, it would be an honour to name our son after him."
"Idiot," Harry muttered, feeling oddly flustered and he glanced away. "I'm choosing the first name of our second one."
Draco laughed merrily. "Already decided we're going to have more than one?"
Harry felt himself flush and he glanced at the still smiling blond. "Don't you want more than one?" he asked uncertainly. They hadn't discussed this, thanks to all the other issues they had been forced to deal with, but Harry had merely assumed they would have more than one child, which in retrospect was a stupid assumption to make. Most Pureblood families seemed to prefer only having one heir; the Malfoys – aside from Lucian – were a prime example of this.
Still he couldn't get rid of his wish to have more than one child. Even though he had grown up with the Dursleys, they could hardly be considered a warm family and he yearned to have a family of his own with more than one child running around.
Draco shrugged and grabbed Harry's hand. "Growing up as an only child was rather lonely, so I definitely want to have more than one. But only two or three at the most. I love you, but I don't want to copy the Weasley clan." He wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Sorry, but they are just with too many and I don't want to lose my sanity."
"That's fine; I'm not fond of having so many children either," Harry chuckled and squeezed Draco's hand reassuringly. "Two or three are fine."
"This was probably the quickest a couple decided on the names of their child," Draco commented dryly.
"I can start arguing again if you want to," Harry quipped.
"No, thanks; I'm quite happy with our agreement," Draco replied hastily.
Harry smiled faintly and they became quiet, enjoying the peaceful silence filling the room. When Draco put his arm around his shoulders, Harry willingly leant against him, while stretching out his legs.
Draco lazily rubbing his side underneath his sweater caused him to become drowsy; the soothing, repetitive motion putting him in a pleasant daze.
His eyes were slipping close and his breathing had slowed down when Draco's voice pulled him back out of his slumber.
"You took Transfigurations, Potions, Charms, Curses and Defence against the Dark Arts as exams, right?" Draco inquired curiously.
"And Care for Magical Creatures, yeah," Harry replied and blinked sleepily. "Why?"
"Do you have a specific career in mind?"
"I thought about becoming an Auror, but …" Harry trailed off and furrowed his eyebrows.
Before the whole mess with Dumbledore had started, he had been certain that he wanted to become an Auror and catch Dark Wizards. He wanted to help people and protect them, so becoming an Auror seemed like the most logical career option. Now, however, having to watch out for Dumbledore and being forced to deal with dangerous traps, he was starting to doubt his decision of being an Auror. He was growing tired of fighting to stay alive. He didn't want to stay on his guard for the rest of his life. He longed to have a normal life without being attacked by others who thought he was better off dead.
"But?" Draco implored softly and his hand stilled, resting immobile against Harry's warm skin.
"But I'm growing tired of fighting," Harry admitted and heaved a soft sigh. "I don't want to become an Auror anymore. I just don't know yet what I'll be doing instead of that."
"You still have time to decide," Draco murmured and pressed a kiss on Harry's cheek. "There is no rush."
Harry nodded mutely, feeling oddly dismayed. He had thought he had finally found his future goal, but now that image was shattered and he needed to find a new career.
He supposed that deciding on a new career was an insignificant hassle compared to the other issues he was forced to deal with.

Fifth of April
The piercing look of his father was slightly distorted due to the flames flickering and swaying gently.
"How are you and Harry doing?" Father inquired curiously.
"We're doing fine. Harry tires quicker than before, but that was to be expected," Draco replied and smiled weakly. It was obvious that carrying a baby was starting to take a toll on his dark haired lover. Harry was too stubborn to admit this, but Draco had already found him napping in their bed and on the couch a couple of times this week. The blond feared contemplating how bad it would become in the last two months.
"Where is Harry?" Father asked and his eyes quickly roamed across the room, as if he expected the young man to jump into view.
"He's in the garden with Garin and Ruby," Draco replied and settled himself better on the thick, large pillow; careful not to disturb the slumbering cat on his lap. "He wanted some fresh air."
"Good. That will make it easier," Father said grimly.
Draco's body tensed up in response. "What will be easier?" he asked warily.
"We think we have discovered the person who tipped off the old coot."
His mind went blank and numbness filled his body until it felt as if everything existed out of lead. The sounds were muted as if he was swimming underwater.
They had found that person? They had discovered the identity of the bastard who had been fucking with their lives? How … who …
Thoughts raced through his mind; too quick to be coherent, but the underlying emotion tied to the thoughts was the same for them all: fury and a simmering hatred while the desire to have revenge grew steadily until it threatened to boil over like a potion that had been warmed up too fast.
"Who?" he managed to bring out through gritted teeth; his nails dug into the soft flesh of his palms, leaving behind crescent moon marks.
"Ronald Weasley," Father replied; his eyes glowing menacingly.
Draco had to close his eyes and force himself to stay calm. Raging like a lunatic would be useless, even though every cell in his body screamed to get up, find that son of a bitch and demonstrate why nobody should try to hurt someone he considered to be his.
"How did you find out?" he asked when he was certain he wouldn't jump up in a rage.
"Hogwarts felt Dark magic brewing in the Gryffindor Tower, but couldn't pinpoint the exact source until a couple of days ago," Father answered and grimaced. "Not many students stayed behind for the holidays; Weasley is one of the very few Seventh Years who stayed behind. He was in the possession of a package with crushed roots and that particular concentration of Dark magic made it easier for Hogwarts to locate the source."
Draco furrowed his eyebrows, trying to decide which question should take priority. "What made you decide that Weasley is the one giving information to the old coot?"
The Weasel possessing something Dark was suspicious – especially given the fact that his family had practically been the symbol of the Light side – but that didn't automatically mean he was the snitch.
"The crushed roots are typically used to cause harm to expecting people," the older Malfoy murmured; disgust dripping through his voice. "When inhaled, they force the victim's body to set off contractions. He was planning on scattering the roots in the dungeons. They are harmless to everyone who isn't carrying a baby, but the moment that a pregnant person inhales even one particle … That wasn't the only proof, though." Father threw him a peculiar look. "Miss Granger stayed behind as well and was willing to inform Severus and the Founders that she had heard Weasley saying that he wanted to make Harry pay. She doesn't seem to know what the roots would have caused, but she knew enough that it couldn't be good for Harry."
Draco blinked bemused. Granger had willingly condemned her ex-boyfriend? Now that was a surprising turn of events.
"Where is he now?"
"In Spinner's End; trying to recover from the Legilimency session Severus subjected him to," Father smirked; satisfaction lurking deep inside his eyes. "Turns out he doesn't have such a good grasp on Occlumency, imagine that."
On one hand, it was a relief to hear that Weasley hadn't managed to escape and that he was suffering from having his mind invaded – there was no doubt that Uncle Severus hadn't been careful – but on the other hand, it wasn't enough. Weasley had to suffer more for what he had done and what he had been planning to do. He hadn't taunted Harry – he had actively tried to murder him. He couldn't forgive for that.
"What is going to happen with him now?" Draco asked in a rough voice, leaning forwards slightly. Vaguely he was aware of Mara strolling into the room.
"We have enough evidence in the Pensive and an admission under influence of Veritaserum to have him charged with an attempt of murder, use of forbidden magic and conspiracy with a criminal," Lucius said slowly; a queer look on his face. "We can hand him over to the Aurors any time we want. However, considering it was Harry he was targeting, Severus and I agreed that we should let you two decide what happens with him."
"We can decide?" Draco repeated flatly and he flexed his fingers absentmindedly, feeling Mara settle next to him. His first reaction was to get rid of Weasley, but he immediately realised that that wouldn't be enough, that that fate would be too merciful.
Not to mention; how would Harry react towards this news? Draco doubted that Harry still wanted to reconcile with the Weasel, but it was one thing to deal with the fact that their friendship was unsalvageable and a whole other thing to deal with the fact that his ex-best friend had actively tried to kill him.
"I'll need to discuss this with Harry," Draco sighed, raking a hand through his hair.
"I could accidentally bite through his throat," Mara offered idly; her tail thumping softly against the floor.
"Accidentally," Draco repeated incredulously.
She made an awkward rolling motion with her shoulders, as if she was shrugging. "Accidents do happen. It would be remarkably easy for the boy to slip and fall with his neck in my mouth if I happen to yawn. It would not be my fault if I close my mouth too soon."
Draco once again wondered why he had to be bonded to such a bloodthirsty creature.
She threw him an offended look, having picked up his thought. "Ruby is messier than I am. He just rips them apart."
"Yes, well, thank you for the offer, but I'll talk with Harry about this," Draco muttered, shaking his head. He ignored the irritated huff.
"Severus has agreed to host the Weasley boy, so there is no rush," Father remarked idly. "We will visit you this Thursday, so that we can discuss the ritual in detail."
Draco nodded. "All right." He paused for a few seconds. "Do Lupin and Black know about Weasley yet?"
Lucius snorted softly. "If they did, Severus wouldn't have had the chance to use Occlumency most likely."
"Point taken," Draco murmured and released a soft sigh.
"We'll see each other next Thursday. Take care, son," Father murmured.
Draco nodded and the fire flashed green momentarily, turning back to red once father's head had disappeared.
"Are you really going to talk with your mate?" Mara sounded sceptical.
Draco scowled and stood up; his knees protesting slightly after being in the same position for a while. "Of course; out of all of us, he has the most right to decide what will happen to that bastard. I just need to find the right moment for it."
He didn't want to ruin Harry's good mood with that particular conversation. They hadn't had much time to relax lately and they needed to take advantage of the time they had now. The blond was reluctant to break the relaxed atmosphere hanging in the manor.
He left the room and exited the manor, followed faithfully by Mara. He found Harry in front of a bush with closed yellow rose nubs. The weather was slowly warming up; soon the entire garden would be in full bloom, bursting with bright colours. Now, most flowers were still in the progress of growing or being planted by some house elves.
He halted behind Harry and placed his hands on his slim hips, feeling the curve of his rounded stomach against his thumbs. His eyes trailed over the blue shirt the other man was wearing; Harry had taken to wearing Draco's shirts around the manor as those were slightly bigger than his own, but even his shirts were stretched tightly over his seven month bump.
He would be in need of new clothes soon.
"It's so peaceful here," Harry murmured and his hands covered Draco's, gently squeezing them. He pressed back against Draco's chest, moulding their upper bodies together.
Draco hummed in agreement and dropped a kiss on the thin sliver of skin that was bared to him. "So you won't mind living here for the rest of your life?" he inquired playfully, but at the same time his voice carried a trace of earnestness.
Harry turned his head towards him and smiled. "I agreed to that last year, remember?"
"Yes, but now you're actually here and it's not just something on paper anymore," Draco retorted and brushed their cheeks together, nipping at Harry's ear. "Can you imagine spending the rest of our lives here? Raising the baby here, coming back here after work, having our wedding here …" he trailed off.
None of them both had ever discussed the notion of marriage between them and he found himself holding his breath, awaiting Harry's answer nervously. He hadn't outright asked him, but …
Silence surrounded them for a while, only broken by the occasional rustle of the grass when one of their pets moved.
Draco's heart nearly rammed straight through his chest when Harry turned around completely to face him.
Hands released his and came up to cover his cheeks. Harry rose up to kiss him on his lips. "I have no trouble imagining all of that," he whispered and his eyes glittered.
The band of the ring he had given to Harry during Christmas seemed exceptionally hot against his skin.
Draco smiled and brought their foreheads together, comforted by Harry's warm presence in his arms and the bump pressed against his stomach.
He would talk to Harry about Weasley later; he wasn't about to ruin the serene atmosphere between them.
"I love you," he muttered, turning his head to press a kiss on Harry's palm.
"I lo
The next morning Draco’s eyes shot open while a moan forced its way out of his throat. His hips automatically bucked up to feel more of that wonderful mouth covering his prick, a tongue caressing a prominent vein and dipping into the slit almost hesitatingly, as if the owner wasn’t certain whether he liked the peculiar taste. The tongue caressed him completely, lavishing attention on him and he couldn’t help but arch his back when he felt lips tightening around him, the sounds of soft sucking filling the air, and hands pressed down on his hips warningly.
“Shit, sorry,” he gasped; the last traces of sleepiness disappearing with each suck and lick. He couldn’t hold back the whimper slipping past his lips when the head of his cock pushed against something very soft, causing the throat to tighten around him in surprise, before his lover pulled back abruptly and coughed.
Immediately he threw the covers off of them, revealing a flushed Harry, whose lips glistened; a faint, white fluid covering parts of his lips before a tongue peeked out and licked it off. The pink tongue slid across his lower lip almost obscenely.
Draco felt his cock twitch at that sight. His concern for his lover won from his desire, though. “Are you all right?” he asked worriedly, trying to regulate his breathing. He had forgotten that Harry wasn’t that experienced with deep throating yet and he cursed himself silently. It had been difficult to hold himself back once he realised Harry was going down on him and in his sleepy state, he hadn’t had sufficient control over himself. He usually paid better attention to what he did when Harry sucked him off.
“Yeah, don’t worry,” Harry replied almost flippantly and took a deep breath, coming up to sit between Draco’s spread legs. Only then took Draco notice of Harry’s naked – and very aroused – state.
“Harry?” he questioned in a rather high voice. This was not the sight he was used to seeing upon wakening up. He couldn’t say he was opposed to this.
Harry grinned and he threw something next to him on the bed.
Draco’s throat dried up when he realised what it was: an open tube of lubrication. Harry’s hand was already slick when he wrapped it around Draco’s engorged prick – still wet from Harry’s saliva – and the blond inhaled sharply when his lover spread out the cool lubrication, coating him thoroughly.
Still with a mischievous glint in his eyes, Harry rose up on his knees and hovered above Draco’s cock – which was insistently pointing upwards – for a few seconds before he started lowering himself on it, keeping a hold on it so that it would be easier for Draco to enter him.
Draco’s hands shot out and grabbed Harry’s hips, halting him.
“What …”
“We need to prepare you first,” Draco said breathlessly. Although he desperately wanted to push Harry down and enter him, he wasn’t willing to hurt him.
Harry chuckled and shook his head, steading himself with his hands on Draco’s chest. “No need. I already prepared myself.”
Draco felt himself flush when an image of Harry fingering himself – those slender fingers disappearing and reappearing in his arse - popped up in his mind and he groaned aloud. Fuck, that was a sight he would have liked to witness.
They both gasped loudly when Harry suddenly sunk down on his cock completely, taking him in completely, and both young men stilled, staring at each other.
“You okay?” Draco asked roughly; his muscles trembled with the force to hold himself immobile. That velvety, slick heat was driving him nearly insane and he wanted nothing more than to start moving, feeling those tight muscles clenching around him with every thrust he delivered. His hands caressed up and down over Harry’s quivering thighs and he bit his lip when muscles tightened briefly around him.
Harry exhaled softly and nodded. He started to rock back and forth, his hands firmly placed on Draco’s thighs to keep his balance and Draco bit harder down on his lower lip as that tight channel tightened around him with every thrust forwards, drawing him in further. He watched through hooded eyes how Harry moved on top of him – his own hard cock slowly dribbling and looking quite red – and Draco rose up to capture that tempting mouth, sneaking his tongue past slack lips, swallowing the moan his action elicited from the dark haired man.
His hand caressed his naked stomach, trailing over the bulge, tracing meaningless patterns on the soft skin. He shifted, sat up straight and Harry let out an odd squeak at the sudden change in position – which brought Draco even deeper inside of him, if that was possible.
Draco laughed breathlessly and made certain that the precious bundle his lover was carrying, was cradled securely between their bodies.
“Oh … There,” Harry murmured and clasped his arms around Draco’s neck, clinging to him tightly, bringing their chests together as much as possible while his legs were wrapped around Draco’s waist.
Their shared body heat and the friction of their bodies rubbing together caused a slight sheen of sweat to coat their bodies, but it didn’t bother Draco in the slightest. Instead of pulling back, he clung to Harry’s body as tightly as he dared and their kisses grew fierce, tongues caressing and sucking on each other; nails digging into skin, on the verge of breaking through it, while they started moving faster. Harry was practically bouncing on top of him now, aided by Draco’s hands on his hips, which made sure to drag him down in just the right place to drive the dark haired man wild, while their guttural groans and weak whimpers filled the room, accompanied by the odd creaking of the bed.
“Hah, hah, a bi-bit more,” Harry gasped and the moan he released at feeling Draco’s teeth in his neck and a slick hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him quickly, but firmly, was bordering on being utterly obscene.
It only served to spur on the blond; he loved the way Harry moaned in his ears, trying to hold himself back, but failing miserably once Draco located his sweet spot and kept hammering against it; loved the flush taking over Harry’s body the longer they were united; loved how dark his eyes became, the bright green being swallowed up by the endless black of his pupils; loved how debauched he looked, how he let himself go, free, without any restraints …
Harry threw his head back with a hoarse yell when he was overtaken by his climax, brought there by a last, rough snap of Draco’s hips, soaking Draco’s hand thoroughly; while his inner muscles clamped down tightly; his body trembling and quivering from pleasure. The blond followed him a few seconds later, filling the air
They stayed in that position for a long time, while they calmed down and the sweat on their bodies dried up.
Draco raised his head from Harry's shoulder where he had been lazily worrying at his skin; a bright red bruise was left behind as proof.
He weakly squeezed Harry's hips, which made Harry's muscles tighten for a few seconds before he relaxed.
"Good morning," he said dryly and wiped the sweaty strands of his hair out of his face. "Did you sleep well?"
Harry laughed and opened his eyes; his pupils were still slightly dilated. "Yeah, I did, actually," he chuckled and gave him a chaste kiss.
"That was one hell of a wakeup call," Draco murmured against his lips and slowly started rubbing Harry's back, sliding his hands over the knobs of his spine.
"I couldn't hold myself back," Harry admitted with a bashful smile; he arched his back underneath Draco's ministrations.
"I'm not complaining," Draco chuckled and paused when a soft hiss escaped Harry as he wriggled around; a flash of pain crossing his face. "Are you okay?"
"My back aches a bit; I think I slept in a wrong position," Harry grumbled. "I didn't notice it before."
Draco gazed contemplatively at his lover and then lightly tapped his arse, indicating he wanted him to move. Harry complied and with a slight wince, he removed himself from Draco's lap, settling down gingerly next to the blond.
"Lean forwards; I'll give you a massage," Draco instructed, conjuring some lavender scented oil in a small bowl. An added charm ensured that the oil was warmed up to the perfect temperature.
"You don't have to do that," Harry protested, shaking his head.
A gentle smack against his thigh was his retort. "Yes, I do. Now lean forwards," Draco ordered and dipped his fingers in the bowl; the oil felt smooth and pleasantly warm between his fingertips.
Harry still looked doubtful, but he leaned forwards, supporting himself on his hands.
Draco sat down behind him, his legs splayed out on each side. He spread out the slippery oil over Harry's back first, feeling his muscles contract in surprise when his skin came into contact with the warm substance.
The heavy scent of lavender rose up and penetrated the air once Draco began kneading the muscles in Harry's shoulders. A frown marred Draco's forehead when his hands encountered tight knots in Harry's shoulders. How stressed was he?
Harry hissed softly and his shoulders slumped; his hair brushing Draco's hands. Draco kept firmly kneading his shoulders, pressing his palms on various spots which felt too tight for his liking until muscles felt completely pliant and soft. Slowly, he brought his hands lower, making certain that he wasn't too rough with the tense muscles. His thumbs pressed into the dimples right above Harry's arse while his knuckles ran over his lower back.
Draco's ears picked up the soft sigh leaving Harry's lips. "Feels good?" he inquired curiously and pressed deeper with his thumbs.
"Yeah," Harry sighed contently and let out a moan of appreciation when Draco pressed against a particular spot in his lower back near his left side.
Draco cleared his throat softly and forced himself to concentrate on the massage and not on the sounds of pleasure – Harry was almost purring like a satisfied cat by now – coming from his lover. It was difficult, though; especially because they were both still naked and Harry had no qualms about arching his back and shifting around to display his pleasure. Did he even realise how seductive he was?
When Harry leaned back in his hands, Draco tried to stifle the groan that wanted to escape at feeling his arse pushed against his groin.
Harry stilled. "Oh," he uttered surprised.
Draco clucked his tongue, feeling slightly exasperated, and laid his forehead against Harry's shoulder. "What do you expect when you move around like that?"
A breathy chuckle was his reply and he inhaled sharply when a hand reached back and took a hold of him.
"Ready for round two?" Harry murmured and gently squeezed him.
Draco licked his lips and placed his hands on Harry's hips, abandoning the massage. "You're up for it?"
"I wouldn't ask if I wasn't," Harry retorted and turned around to face the blond with a heated glance colouring his eyes. "Your massage helped."
"Of course it did," Draco sniffed and stole an open mouthed kiss from the dark haired wizard. "My massages are perfect."
"Shut up," Harry muttered and pushed him flat on his back, climbing on top of him.
Any other time and Draco would refuse to keep quiet after such an order out of spite, but this time he thought he could comply with Harry's request.
Their mouths were far too busy, anyway, to speak coherently.

9th of April
From one fancy, over the top parlour, to the next fancy, yet bearable parlour – all Malfoys seemed to have the same taste when it came to manors and their interior.
A house elf appeared in the parlour with a quiet 'pop' – Remus thought he had seen it tending to the garden in the Potter Manor years ago – and bowed to the four men, who had just stepped out of the fireplace.
"Lasky will be warning masters," the house elf squeaked and snapped its fingers. A second house elf appeared, who bowed as well.
"Lify be bringing guests to living room," the house elf murmured and while the first one disappeared again – presumably to warn Harry and Draco about their visit – the second one led the small group through a hallway, past a large staircase, into a room with large windows and two large, midnight blue couches dominating the room. A rug with an intricate pattern covered the floor and hid the wooden floorboard from sight. A square, black coffee table stood right between the two couches and as soon as the men took a seat on the couch – one of them was large enough to seat five people – a silver plate bearing six cups, a can with milk, a tea pot which steamed gently and a plate filled with chocolate chip cookies appeared on the table.
As soon as the house elf was certain that they each had a cup with hot Earl Grey in their hands, it disappeared again with another bow.
"How many house elves are working here?" Sirius asked curiously, snatching a cookie off of the plate.
"Five," Lucius answered calmly. "Three from my manor and two from Potter Manor."
"How did you convince the two from Potter Manor to work here?" Remus inquired bewildered. It wasn't unheard of that house elves would work in another manor than the one they were tied to, but they usually only worked for a short period in the other house and then returned back to their own.
"Narcissa told me that when she was finishing up the last touches to the nursery, one of the older house elves of Potter Manor had appeared in front of her and had asked whether it would be possible for two of the house elves to work here permanently," Lucius replied, taking a sip from his tea. "I am not certain why, but I can only assume that they somehow were alerted to the fact that Harry would be living here and they wanted to make certain that at least some of them would be able to serve their master."
"Let's hope Granger never enters this place," Sirius muttered and ignored the soft jab Remus delivered him in his side.
Severus snorted derisively and shook his head, but didn't retort.
The door opened and Harry entered the room, looking rather frazzled; his cheeks were slightly flushed, his eyes were glittering brightly, his hair looked windblown and he was smoothing his shirt over his protruding stomach. The cloth stretched around his belly and most likely wouldn't fit him anymore in a couple of weeks if his stomach kept growing.
The cause for his frazzled appearance became apparent when Remus' sensitive nose picked up a peculiar scent being exuded by his cub and he hid his grimace behind his cup of tea. Of course it was more than clear that his cub had long since passed the innocent holding hands stage with Draco, but really, he didn't need to know what exactly they had been up to before he and the others had arrived.
Once again he was glad that while Sirius' Animagus form was a dog, he didn't keep the sharp senses of the animal in his human form. Remus didn't even want to guess what would have happened if his lover had picked up the pheromones wafting off of his godson.
"Where is Draco, Harry?" Lucius asked bemused when his son didn't follow immediately.
Harry cleared his throat and sunk down on the couch, shifting around until he could sit comfortably. "He'll be here soon. I just finished my shower and he's in there now."
"Your hair looks remarkably dry for just having left the shower," Severus remarked casually.
Harry looked at him with a blank look on his face. "I used a charm to dry it quickly. I've become much better at those," he answered flippantly and took a cup, throwing a couple of sugar cubes in it.
The door opened again and revealed Draco with mussed hair and a suspicious red flush decorating his cheeks.
They really can't be inconspicuous, Remus thought exasperatedly and he breathed in the calming scent of his tea to distract himself from the new whiff of pheromones drifting through the air when the blond sat down next to Harry.
"That was a quick shower," Sirius remarked dryly, stealing another cookie.
Draco blinked and Harry shifted casually, glancing away. "What? Oh yes, couldn't have you waiting too long after all," Draco muttered and accepted the cup of tea Harry handed over.
"Late night?" Lucius asked amused; his stone grey eyes shining.
"I've been trying to teach Harry how to win a game of chess, but he hasn't had much luck with it," Draco smirked.
Remus wagered that the two young men had a completely other game of chess in mind.
Harry scowled and jabbed him non-too gently in his side, making the younger Malfoy grunt. "Shut up. I almost won."
"Sure, sure," Draco muttered, rubbing over his side with a grimace. "You still need a lot of practice."
"While I'm certain that Potter's exploits with chess are delightful to hear, that is not why we are here," Severus drawled; his eyes slightly narrowed.
They all sobered up quickly at Severus' reminder.
"Before we discuss the details of the ritual, there is another matter we need to clear up first," Lucius murmured and he looked grimly. "Have you two discussed what you want to have done concerning Weasley?"
Harry stiffened visibly and he clenched his jaw, discovering a sudden interest in the content of his cup.
"We've talked about it," Draco said slowly and threw an apprehensive look at Harry.
"And?" Remus asked softly.
Next to him Sirius had tensed up, but he kept quiet. Remus had barely been able to hold him back, as the man had wanted nothing more than to get rid of Weasley after Severus had informed them about the boy's intentions. A dark part deep inside Remus had wanted to hurt Weasley until he would beg to be spared, but he had ruthlessly supressed that part. Even though the wolf inside him and he himself wanted nothing more than to make certain Weasley would rue the day he had decided to harm his cub, doing so would put him on the same level as that bastard and he wasn't willing to stoop so low.
But if Harry wanted revenge …
"What kind of punishment would he receive if he had to face trial?" Harry inquired in a subdued voice; his eyes had darkened and shuttered close. His hand gripped his cup tightly.
"Most likely a lifelong sentence. While he hasn't succeeded in killing you, his list of crimes is too long for him to be let off lightly," Lucius answered contemplatively.
"That list would include him trying to trigger a miscarriage, right?" Draco questioned tersely. His fingers flexed over his knee.
Harry stirred; a heavy frown painted on his forehead. "I thought it was best if the Wizengamot doesn't know about the baby until he's born?" His cup was placed on the table in favour of him rubbing anxiously over his stomach.
"Yes," Sirius spoke up; a grimace lingering around his lips. "To prevent more legal trouble, it would be best to wait with prosecuting Weasley until after you've given birth."
"Where would he stay in the meantime? Could he stay in a cell?" Harry asked, biting his lower lip.
Aside from looking pale, his cub was taking the betrayal of his former best friend relatively well, Remus noted surprised. That's probably partially due to Draco's support, he thought when he caught sight of their clasped hands.
"He would be able to stay in a cell while he awaits his trial, but they will still need a list of offenses," Lucius replied with a hint of frustration ringing through his voice.
Harry sighed and let his head fall back against the couch. "So no matter what, they would still know about the baby before he's born?" He scowled; annoyance lurking inside his eyes.
"I would suggest we keep him at Spinner's End, but I won't be able to regularly check up on him," Severus murmured, staring contemplatively at his tea.
"I'd say we keep him at Grimmauld Place and let him be guarded by that crazy house elf, but I'm not certain whether that damned elf would obey that order," Sirius said irritated.
"Why not keep him at Malfoy Manor?" Lucius suggested suddenly. "Narcissa and I will keep an eye on him until it's safe to prosecute him. And none of the house elves would be tempted to help him out."
"What do you think, Harry?" Remus asked softly. They had already informed Minerva about Weasley and she had been horrified and quaking with fury by the time they had finished their explanation. A shudder ran across his spine when he recalled the intense, cold look of fury in her eyes. He had never seen her so furious before and he prayed that he would never see her like that again. She had pondered about calling in the Aurors, but after remembering Harry's predicament, she had given them permission to keep Weasley apart.
And while she was a prime example of how a Gryffindor should behave, she had never asked how exactly Severus had discovered Weasley's plans. It seemed that even she had a limit to her patience and her desire for justice.
"Keep him at Malfoy Manor; I don't particularly care," Harry sighed; a hint of exhaustion audible in his voice. "I don't want to think about it anymore."
Draco looked like he wanted to say something, but he remained quiet; choosing instead to slip an arm around Harry's shoulders.
Remus wondered why the blond wasn't demanding some sort of revenge, but as he picked up on the look the younger man was sharing with his father, he realised that just because Draco wasn't saying it now, that didn't mean he didn't want some sort of revenge.
Remus should probably feel pity for Weasley now – angering a Malfoy was never a good idea – but he couldn't find it in himself to try and talk the Malfoys out of getting some revenge.
Weasley had made his bed – now he had to lie in it.
This time Molly wouldn't be able to help him either as she was preoccupied by keeping herself out of Azkaban. Lucius' lawyer was having way too much fun with trying to get her behind bars for slander and disturbance of the peace to allow her time to check up on her children. Arthur and his other sons had apparently decided to completely distance themselves from Molly; they seemed more than fed up with her behaviour. Not that Remus could blame them; after the divorce went through, Arthur seemingly had decided that keeping his life and that of his sons and daughter on track was more important than indulging his ex-wife's whims.
Harry didn't know about this whole debacle as they had decided that he didn't need more stress and worry in his life. Remus figured that Draco had to have some sort of clue, but he didn't seem inclined to discuss it with either Harry or them.
"All right." Lucius nodded and his eyes sharpened. "Let us discuss the ritual now."
"So the Founders managed to put the Deathly Hallows in the ritual?" Draco sounded sceptical as if he hadn't believed them to be capable of such a feat.
"Yes, once we start to set up the ritual, the Hallows need to be put in a triangle inside the circle; each one has to be accompanied by a white and black candle," Remus started to explain. He had his reservations about the ritual – especially Harry's involvement in it – but they had no choice.
"We and the four Elemental Creatures will serve as the anchors, so we will form a circle as well," Sirius took over and the frown marring his forehead deepened while a perturbed look muddled his eyes. "The actual calling up of the ancient magic part needs to be done by you two, as you both have links to the Elemental Creatures and at least one of the Hallows. The Founders will aid you with their magic, but …"
"Everything will be fine," Ruby reassured them when he slipped into the room, closely followed by Mara and Sapphire.
If the situation wasn't so dire, Remus would have laughed at the silly sight of Sapphire being dwarfed by the two large cats.
"You two will have enough support to pull through. Even if it has to occur in your present state, Master," Ruby added almost as an afterthought and settled down in front of the window so that he could soak up the weak sunlight, together with Mara.
Sapphire jumped onto Harry's lap and Harry started to caress her back slowly, making the adult cat purr loudly in delight. "I hope you're right," he murmured darkly.
Lucius placed the rolled up parchment containing the details and the exact wording of the charm on the table. "This contains the charm; make sure you both memorize it so you can perform it at the same time," he warned them.
Both young men nodded, looking rather subdued. Draco leaned forwards to grab the parchment and unrolled it to study it, passing it on to Harry after he was done reading it.
"How are we going to get Dumbledore inside the circle? The ritual requires too much preparation time to just set it up if we encounter him," he remarked annoyed and gestured impatiently at the paper.
"That is something that still needs to be solved. Slytherin assured us they would find a proper solution for that." Severus' lip curled up in a sneer.
"Do the Aurors know which ritual we are planning to perform?" Harry asked softly and his hand halted on top of Sapphire's back. She opened her eyes to give her owner a reproachful look, but appeared too lazy to actually jump off of his lap.
"We talked about it with Kingsley," Remus replied, recalling the grim look on the man's face. He and Sirius hadn't been the only ones stung by the old man's betrayal. "He agreed that it was the best option and we just need to call him after we have done the ritual, so that he can bring Dumbledore to a cell in Azkaban."
"At this point, they are probably considering him to be as bad as Voldemort, so they don't particularly care what happens to him," Sirius grunted, placing his cup rather roughly on the table.
"All the better for us," Severus murmured coolly.
They remained silent for a long while. Sitting in this large, sun filled room, surrounded by the sounds of birds chirping outside, it was difficult to believe that they were planning to rob a powerful wizard of his magic. It was even harder to believe that the most difficult part of the ritual would have to be performed by Draco and Harry – Harry who was carrying a baby and whose magic was divided between various entities.
Inconspicuously Remus studied the dark haired wizard. At the moment he was very pale and tired, but that could be because of the conversation they had had just now. His stomach had swelled up even more since he last saw him and Remus thought he could see the vague outline of a foot or a hand pressing against the top of his stomach for a few seconds. At seven months, Harry was now in a dangerous stage: his magic was more out of control than ever and he would need Draco's magic near him practically all the time now for support.
Remus found himself hoping that they would only encounter Dumbledore after Harry had given birth. Certainly, the sooner the old man was deprived of his magic, the better, but it would be healthier for Harry if he performed the ritual without the pregnancy draining his magic. The more magic Harry had at his disposal, the better the outcome.
He knew Harry's pets would never let anything happen to their master, but …
"Why don't you tell us what you two have been up to? Narcissa thinks your letters are not detailed enough," Lucius smirked. "She would have joined us today if she hadn't been roped into helping Blaise's mother with some issue."
It was as clear as day that he was trying to change the subject and better the mood hanging in the room and Remus was grateful for that. Just for today he wanted to ignore the threat of Dumbledore and focus on being around his family and friends.
Judging from the relieved look in Harry's deep green eyes, he shared Remus' sentiment.

On Sunday, the couple regretfully said goodbye to the manor – for now at least – and returned to school. If it had been up to Harry, he would have preferred to stay at their manor. Their stay there seemed like a dream now; for two whole weeks they had been alone – bar some visits from their family – and he hadn't realised how much he had relished that opportunity to spend so much time alone with Draco. In their manor, he hadn't had to share Draco with other people and they could enjoy each other's company without being constantly on their guard.
And just in a couple of months, that would be their life the whole time. After they graduated, they would live together, spend their entire lives in that manor and that was something Harry was looking forward to, now more than ever.
Draco had also been reluctant to leave the manor, but they couldn't keep stalling and they had arrived in the station on time; Harry's stomach once again hidden from sight by his magical belt. Not seeing his rounded stomach after two weeks of not wearing the belt was rather unsettling – more than Harry had expected it to be – and he had to refrain from caressing his stomach in a too obvious way.
When they entered the Great Hall the next morning (later than most students as Harry hadn't wanted to leave his bed), Draco was barely able to bring up a shield on time before Ginny's hex could hit him. She had been too furious and had screamed too loudly for any of them to understand what she was accusing him of, but after she had been taking away by Professor Flitwick, it all became clear.
McGonagall had informed the school that morning that Ron wouldn't return to Hogwarts as he had been charged with trying to curse a student. The Headmistress hadn't mentioned any names, but for some reason Ginny had decided that it was all Draco's fault and as soon as she had caught sight of him, she had tried to hex him. She hadn't known about her brother as she had stayed with her father during the holidays and had assumed that Ron would remain at school.
Her attempt to hex Draco resulted in detention for one month with Filch and advice to stay away from Draco.
The Weasley twins had been quick to send Harry a letter to reassure him that they – and their father by extension – didn't blame him for what had happened to Ron. They had sounded resigned in their letter, but had told him not to worry about their little brother as Harry hadn't been the one at fault.
That didn't stop Harry from feeling slightly guilty; from the warm, friendly family he had met in his first year didn't remain much. One brother was dead, another one waiting to be put in jail, the mother hated him now and Ginny … Harry had no clue where he stood with Ginny now and decided that it was best to let that matter rest for now.
He and Hermione started talking more to each other; she seemed to have found a good friend in Luna and while Draco remained sceptic (he insisted on being with Harry whenever he and Hermione talked), Harry was just glad that he had managed to repair one broken friendship. It was too late for Ron, but that didn't mean he had to shun Hermione. It was good to talk to her again, to see her smiling again. No, they probably would never return to being the best friends they were before this whole mess started, but they weren't entirely lost either.

The days after Ginny's attempt to hex Draco passed by rather uneventfully, filled with homework and chattering with friends. The other students seemed to have finally decided that antagonizing Harry and Draco was too much trouble and they had taken to entirely ignoring the two men – which suited them just fine. It was nice to not have to be constantly on guard. That didn't mean they were completely relaxed, but they preferred being ignored to having to look around in case someone tried to hex them.
The weather was warming up, the sun showed itself more and more, beckoning the students to linger on the grass and make their homework there. Meanwhile Harry's stomach kept growing and during the first week of May he was called to Snape's office so that he could take another potion. This particular potion would help his body prepare itself for the birth and like any other potion, it tasted absolutely vile. He had been more than happy to drink the glass of water Snape had handed him afterwards.
The thought that soon their son would be born created butterflies in his stomach and he could hardly wait until he would graduate – all the while hoping that he wouldn't give birth in the school. Remus had given him another check-up, a couple of days after he had taken the potion, and had announced that the baby was growing at a good pace. They would need to check in a month again to make certain that the baby was in the right position to be born – his cheeks still heated up whenever he thought about how exactly the baby would be born – but so far there were no problems and he was progressing as expected.
The good weather and the lack of threats from other students caused him to become more relaxed and he allowed himself to enjoy the little time he had left at the school. He was looking forward to graduating, yes, but that didn't mean he wouldn't miss Hogwarts. Hogwarts had been his first home after all and it would sadden him to say goodbye to it – even if he had risked his life a lot during the past seven years.
As faith would have it, he wasn't allowed to enjoy his last months as a student peacefully.

15th of May
"My back is killing me," Harry hissed softly when they made their way out of the greenhouses back to the school, trailing behind the other students. His back ached; his feet were sore; his shirt was sticking to his back and he wanted nothing more than to return to his quarters, take a nice shower and lie down. He had one hour before lunch, but he was seriously considering holing himself up in his quarters.
Draco looked at him concerned. "Do you want me to give you a backrub?"
"That would be lovely, yeah," Harry sighed and squinted when the sunlight hit him right in his face. The baby's weight was becoming very taxing on his back and he couldn't wait until their son was born. He felt bloated, fat and he thought he would never see his feet again whenever he removed his belt. Draco thought he was ridiculous when he mentioned that, but he wasn't the one carrying around all that extra weight!
A slender hand touching his arm wiped the scowl off of his face and made him whip his head around.
"Luna?" he exclaimed surprised when he saw the blonde girl leaning against the wall in the shadows.
A faint smile lingered across her lips, but she seemed sad somehow; her eyes glassy and frankly frightening to look at.
"Are you all right?" Harry asked concerned and took a step closer to her. Should he call a professor?
"Harry?" Draco asked warily; one hand of his rested on Harry's shoulder.
"The Old One will be here soon," Luna said dreamily; her body swayed back and forth. Her bright blue eyes seemed to look straight through him, making him shiver. "He will arrive when the moon is halved and will try to reclaim what he considers to be his."
A hand seemed to squeeze around Harry's heart and his breath hitched while he stared shocked at the slender girl. For once he didn't need to decipher her dreamy speech. It was more than clear to him what – or better who – she was talking about.
Dumbledore would be here soon.
Trying to finish what he couldn't do last year.

AN2: So what do you think about it? Please leave your thoughts behind in a review :)
Next chapter will have the final confrontation with Dumbledore and after that there is an epilogue planned, which will wrap up this story (I can't believe it took me two years just to bloody finish this, even with my plot outline. Curse you, university workload!).
So two more chapters and then this story is finished, but you can expect one more oneshot to be posted as well ^^ That one will be in Sirius' pov and will be posted after the epilogue.
See you all in the next chapter!
Cuddles
Melissa
with a series of curses mixed with Harry’s name in it, while he came deeply inside his lover, feeling his heart hammering against his chest.
ve you too," Harry whispered and they shared a soft kiss.
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