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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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           Harry was groggy and confused at first. ‘What time is it and why are Draco and his mum here? And Professor Snape too!?! Merlin’s pants,’ Harry thought as he sat up. At least he was wearing presentable pajama bottoms, so he wouldn’t be caught naked by Snape and Draco’s mum.

            Harry grabbed a t-shirt out of the dresser and put it on, before exiting the hut to greet Draco, Narcissa, and Snape on the dining patio. Narcissa was standing next to Draco and Snape was behind him. Draco himself was sitting in a wheelchair with both feet up. “Hi, what’re you all doing here?” Harry asked groggily.

            “Sleep here often, Mr. Potter?” Snape asked.

            “Um, no, I just didn’t want to have to look at Ron. I’m worried I might get expelled when I kill him, so I thought it best to avoid him.

            “Yeah, maybe you should wait until there are Death Eaters around you can blame,” Draco replied. He wouldn’t mind if Harry committed a certain murder, just as long as Harry didn’t get caught.

            “Boys, if you’re done having your little chat, perhaps we could set up sleeping arrangements for the night. How many beds and bedrooms does this charming little hut have?” Narcissa asked.

            “Um, just one bedroom with the one bed I was sleeping in, but I can change the room. Are you three sleeping here too?” Harry asked confused.

            Snape let out a snort-like sound of disgust.

            “No, just Draco and I will be joining you. I must compliment you on obtaining such a fine establishment. A beach, a garden, and a house all inside Hogwarts is quite impressive,” Narcissa answered.

            “Careful, his head in already the size of this room, if it swells much larger he will have trouble getting out the door,” Snape said.

            “Can we all sleep in one room or do we need two?” Harry asked. He wanted to sleep with Draco and he thought his mother might want to sleep with him too, given his condition.

            “Draco and I will be sharing one room and we’ll need a second room for you, unless you wish to go back to your dormitory,” Narcissa answered.

            “Okay two rooms then. Let me concentrate on it and see what I can do,” Harry replied.

            Harry thought about what he wanted from the room of requirement. He didn’t want to change most of the room, especially the nursery, but he needed two bedrooms. One bedroom should have two beds and the other should just have one twin bed. He would have liked to give Draco a larger bed, but the hut was small and he knew Draco didn’t want the hut encroaching on the dining patio.

            The hut shuddered and grew a massive addition into the lilac forest, leaving the dining patio untouched. Harry cringed as he thought of all the flowers that would be gone, especially the little pond with the water lilies, but it was for a good cause, so he didn’t say anything.

            “Let’s go inside and see,” Draco suggested, eager to see how the hut had changed.

            “Yeah, alright,” Harry said walking into the sitting room. Narcissa followed him, and Snape, pushing Draco in the wheelchair, followed Narcissa. The sitting room looked the same so Harry opened the door to the hallway and noticed a new hallway on the left, where the door to the study used to be.

            The door, presumably to the study, was moved several feet closer to the sitting room. Harry wasn’t sure the study was still a study, because it could possibly be a bedroom now, so he opened the door and peered in. It was the same study, just several feet shorter, to make room for the hallway. And although Harry was fairly certain that there was more hut on the other side of the far wall, the windows maintained the same view of the lilac forest that they had before the new addition. Harry stepped out of the way, so that the three Slytherins could look in. Then he opened the door to the nursery, to make sure it was still the nursery. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw that it was unchanged, including the view.

            Narcissa, Snape, and Draco followed Harry into the nursery and Narcissa let out a gasp of surprise when she saw it. “It’s beautiful. Did you make all this Harry?” Narcissa asked. It was beautiful, especially with the windows that looked out on the now non-existent part of the lilac forest.

            “Yes, most of it I made with the room’s help. Draco changed the color to indigo though, and that has really made all the difference. And he made the study,” Harry answered.

            “As impressive as ordering a magical room about is, it is getting late, so perhaps, if you don’t mind, we could move this show along?” Snape asked.

            “Yeah, let’s go see what’s new,” Draco replied.

            Harry nodded and led the way through the new hallway. It opened into almost a third hallway where it dead ended with three doors. Harry opened the door straight ahead and found a loo. “Looks like we’ve got a second loo,” Harry told Draco.

            Next Harry opened the door on the left and found a bedroom. It had a single king sized bed, which was larger than the bed in their normal room, in it. It also had a nightstand on either side of the bed, a mirrored closet, two dressers, a cabinet, a shelf of books, and a desk, without a chair. The room had opened windows on two sides that looked out directly onto the pond with the water lilies that Harry had been concerned he would lose. The side that should have joined with the study had none of the windows that seemed to be present in the study, but was solid.

            “This is my room,” Draco said, pointing to the dark green rug with an ivory colored dragon on it. The bedspread was Ivory colored with a green dragon on it and the walls were ivory with a green trim.

            “Yes, it would seem so, although there isn’t a bed for me,” Narcissa said. “Let’s see the room on the other side.”

            Draco was glad there wasn’t a bed for mother, because he didn’t want to have to share a room with her and give up all notion of personal space.

            The four of them then ventured into the third new door, the one that was on the other side of the hall. This room was the same size as the dragon room, only it didn’t have nearly as nice of a view. Harry had been hoping it might have a view of the nursery room, what with all the windows on the nursery’s side of the joining wall, but like the dragon room, there were no windows visible on this side. There was only the one wall with windows looking out onto a much less impressive patch of forest. Sure there were lilac bushes, guava trees, and passion fruit vines in sight, but only a little bit of the pond could be seen. Harry peered out the open window to see if he could get a better view of the pond and noticed that there were hundreds of narcissuses blooming right outside the window, just too low to the ground to see from inside the room. It led to a very fragrant room.

            The room itself was very flowery. It had the same features as the other room, with a large bed, desk, two dressers, cabinet, et cetera, but instead of looking plain, it all looked frilly. There were intricate flower carvings on all the wooden furniture. The bed was dressed in frilly sheets that were the color of the narcissuses outside, but had a dusty rose colored flowery pattern on them. The rug was a dusty rose color and so was the cushion of the chair to the desk.

            “Mother, I think this room is for you. Harry can sleep in the original bedroom. Now I’m sleepy and hungry, so can we please get settled?” Draco asked. He hadn’t eaten since dinner and it was now past midnight. Sure he had been asleep for several of the intervening hours, but it was still snack time.

            “Do you want guavas or passion fruit?” Harry asked, seeing both through Narcissa’s bedroom window and thinking they would be the quickest thing for Draco to eat.

            “Yeah, I’ll take a few of each,” Draco replied.

            Harry pulled out his wand and summoned enough fruit to fill a frilly ivory colored basket that conveniently appeared on Narcissa’s desk. “Here you go,” Harry said handing the basket to Draco.

            “I will put Mr. Malfoy to bed. I dare say with these paneless windows you should both be able to hear him without trouble, but you still ought to check on him and cast a few alarm spells to monitor him,” Snape said.

            “I’ll set that up right now,” Narcissa replied.

            “And I’ll help Professor Snape put Draco to bed,” Harry suggested.

            “No, you will go to your own bed. Mr. Malfoy needs his rest and does not need to be kept up all night chattering away like school children,” Snape replied.

            “Fine, I’ll just be in the bedroom by the beach, alone,” Harry replied, backing up.

            Harry didn’t want to leave Draco, but as long as Draco had his mum, he figured Draco was in good hands. And as long as Snape was around, he couldn’t get to Draco, so he figured it would be best to wait for Snape to leave and then sneak into Draco’s room. He had an invisibility cloak and there was no glass on any of the windows, so it would be a piece of cake to sneak in. Thus Harry went to his bed, lay down, and waited for the sound of Snape exiting the room of requirement.

            Snape pushed Draco back into the dragon room and took his fruit basket from him, setting it down on the nightstand, before picking Draco up and settling him down on the bed. “Now don’t get up for anything; your mother is just down the hall so call for her if you need something,” Snape instructed, handing Draco his fruit basket back.

            “Yeah, got it,” Draco replied. Professor Snape was his favorite professor, but after spending the entire evening with him, the part he was awake for at least, he was ready for some alone time. He had spent most of the afternoon and evening trying to nap, to avoid the conversations mother was having with Professor Snape. Half of it was pregnancy diagnostic spells and potions and the other half was planning their extended stay in hiding. Snape had finished warding the villa in France and wanted to move mother there as soon as possible and that meant stocking the place with rations. It was all quite dull for Draco.

            “I’ll be by to check on you in the morning,” Snape said, setting a rack of Draco’s potions on the desk before leaving.

            Draco ate his fruit in peace, throwing the rinds of the passion fruit out the window into the pond with a plop. His mother came in and tucked him into bed and sang him a song, but then he was left alone for the first time all day. It had been a very disturbing day and it seemed he would have a semi-permanent reminder of the day plastered on his stomach for the rest of the pregnancy. Mother had changed him out of his school robes and into a pair of pajama pants, with no shirt, so the horrid cervix could be watched.

            Draco understood that Professor Snape and mother and even Harry would want to watch his cervix for signs of the labor restarting, but he really didn’t want to be reminded of it anymore. It was like having a big giant pimple on his stomach that was specifically designed to remind him of one of the worst moments of his life; he was really collecting painful memories lately. And so Draco pulled the dragon blanket up just enough to cover the stupid cervix, even though it was as warm as a tropical night, and went to sleep.

            Harry heard Snape leave, but he could still hear Narcissa making noises as she moved about, so he waited. He heard her singing and then speaking a few hushed words. Then he heard nothing and hoped she was asleep, but wasn’t yet willing to risk it. Then finally he heard a snore that was not Draco’s, because it was far too loud and feminine sounding, so he grabbed his cloak, the green stuffed turtle, and snuck into Draco’s room. Sneaking in turned out to be super easy, because Narcissa left Draco’s door open.

            Draco was lying on one side of the bed sleeping, with one hand fallen off the bed, so Harry put the turtle on the bed with Draco, grabbed a pillow, and lay down on the rug on the side of the bed. He reached up and took Draco’s hand in his and even though he hadn’t really gotten a chance to talk to him, he felt relieved that they were finally back together and he was sure Draco was safe. He fell asleep like that.

            Harry was awoken in the morning by Narcissa tending to Draco. Harry knew Draco was awake, because he was whining and complaining. Narcissa had crawled onto the bed, from the side opposite Harry, to get to him and was performing spells on him. Harry got up to see if he could help and his eye was instantly drawn to the little cervix on Draco’s lower abdomen. Draco still looked lean and fit, but Harry noticed that that lower bit of stomach was pooched out just a little bit.

            Draco had to pee and he was hungry and bored. Snape’s urine vanishing charm had stopped working sometime in the night and now his tiny bladder was full. ‘Why is my distended uterus positioned right on top of my bladder? It’s poor physiological design if you asked me. There are a million places the bladder could be located, such as…um…the leg…maybe that wouldn’t work too well…okay, so maybe there aren’t a million places to put a bladder, but I’m a wizard, so there must be something that can be done. Why not just make wizard-space inside my body for the uterus? Then there wouldn’t be anything sitting on my bladder,’ Draco thought as he waited for mother to set up a new vanishing charm.

            “What’s taking soooo long mother?” Draco asked impudently.

            “I’m trying to cast a permanent vanishing charm here my Dragon, so you won’t have to pee for the rest of the pregnancy,” Narcissa replied lovingly. “Now if you’ll just be still and quiet, I’ve finally located your bladder, so I can begin.”

            “Fine, proceed,” Draco huffed, but lay still and waited.

            Harry watched as Narcissa cast a complicated vanishing spell on Draco that took several minutes to finish. He wasn’t sure what to do, so he just stood there and waited.

            ‘Well a permanent urine vanishing spell might be safer than uterus-wizard-space,’ Draco conceded silently as his mother worked. He felt instant relief thirty seconds before she was done. It felt wonderful not to feel like his bladder was going to explode, so he was slightly more patient with his mother when it came to breakfast and simply waited.

            “Okay, now how do we order breakfast around here?” Narcissa asked.

            “Um, I call Dobby, mam. What do you want; I’ll order it,” Harry offered, finally finding something he could do.

            “I want pancakes with whipped cream and bananas slices and syrup, with a plate of island fruit,” Draco requested, as soon as he heard the mention of breakfast. Come to think of it, he still had a few pieces of fruit left in his basket from last night, so he accio’ed his basket and began eating.

            “That’s fine with me too,” Narcissa said.

            “Okay, I’ll go work on it,” Harry replied.

            “We’ll be in here; I’m just going to cast all the usual diagnostic spells and make sure nothing has changed,” Narcissa replied.

            “I didn’t know you had medical training, mam,” Harry said.

            “Not formally, no, but I served as a nurse during the first war, patching up injured Death Eaters Lucius would bring home. I did small injuries and just tried to hold over the more severely injured until Severus could get to them,” Narcissa answered.

            “You don’t have to worry; Professor Snape showed mother how to do all the necessary tests yesterday. I felt like a research subject after all that magical poking and prodding,” Draco said.

            “Okay then, I’ll just be out on the dining patio ordering breakfast,” Harry replied, leaving the room.

            Harry called Dobby and ordered breakfast, before going back to Draco’s room. Narcissa was casting a spell and Harry waited to see the results. He didn’t know what the spell was, but it made a blue three-lettered blob in the air over Draco’s cervix.

            “I don’t know what I’m doing wrong,” Narcissa said.

            “It’s the same result Professor Snape got: blue, three letters, and the middle one clearly being an eight,” Draco replied.

            “Is that the sex determining spell then?” Harry asked.

            “Yep and that’s the fourth time now that it’s returned the same result,” Draco answered.

            “Don’t worry; I think it’s just blurry because the genitals haven’t formed yet. Give it time,” Narcissa said kindly.

            “Do you think that definitely means it’s a boy or just that it’s too early to tell?” Harry asked Narcissa.

            “My money is on boy. I think we should go ahead and order the boy things we were picking out yesterday,” Narcissa replied.

            “Yes, I agree. It’s going to take time to make the fabric I want,” Draco said.

            As Draco was talking, Dobby appeared with a tray of food. He silently placed it on Draco’s desk and left with a pop.

            “I agree. We can discuss the ordering when I get back from classes, but for now I think we should dig in,” Harry said grabbing a plate of pancakes and handing it to Draco.

            Narcissa took a plate and Harry took the last one for himself. Narcissa pulled in her chair from the flower room and Harry ate cross-legged on the floor.

            After breakfast, Harry left Draco and Narcissa and went to class. Yesterday, he didn’t think he would be able to concentrate in class at all, but after spending the night with Draco and seeing him when he woke up, he knew he’d be okay and his mind was free to be filled with knowledge. That isn’t to say that Harry didn’t frequently find himself in a daydream about Draco and their lilac beach, but he wasn’t totally scatter brained either.

            Harry spent his free period with Hermione in the library. He wanted to leave to check on Draco, but he knew Draco was in good hands and he had promised Hermione that they would work on their transfigurations essay today, because it was the only day she had a free period. Ron was supposed to be there too, but thankfully Ron headed off the other way after transfigurations. Harry tried to help Hermione with the research, but he was just glad he made it to lunch in one piece.

            “I talked to Ron and he knows to keep his mouth shut,” Hermione whispered, when it was time for lunch. Harry nodded and the two friends walked to the Great Hall together.

            Lunch itself was another story though, because Harry had to go sit at the Gryffindor table and confront his housemates.

            “Harry, is it true you tried to have Ron expelled yesterday and got him loaded with a month’s worth of detentions and a hundred points taken away from Gryffindor?” Ginny asked.

            “No, Ron did that himself. He almost killed Draco in front of Snape. And for the second time in a month, Malfoy would’ve been dead if Snape wasn’t there,” Harry replied. He didn’t know about losing all those house points, but when he turned his head to look, their meter was depressingly low. They certainly weren’t going to win the house cup this year.

            “That’s not the way Ron tells it,” Seamus said, jumping into the conversation. “He says he barely punched Malfoy and that he’s blowing it way out of proportion.”

            “He punched Malfoy in the stomach, right where I cut him open last month. He busted open all the stiches Snape gave him. He would have bled to death,” Harry replied. Hermione and Seamus knew enough about muggle things to know what he was talking about and after the attack of Mr. Weasley last year, Ginny did too, but several of the other Gryffindor’s in the vicinity gave Harry a funny look, wondering what sewing had to do with healing.

            “Ron didn’t say anything about blood,” Ginny replied, starting to doubt her brother’s side of the story.

            “Well Snape didn’t exactly let him stay around. When Snape pulled up Malfoy’s robes, he was bleeding out of his sectumsempra wounds,” Harry insisted. It wasn’t the whole truth, but it was close enough.

            “Alright, that’s enough arguing. Harry was there to see Snape fix Malfoy, so if he says Malfoy was dying, then I, for one, believe him,” Hermione defended him.

            “I agree,” Neville put in bravely.

            “Where is Ron, by the way?” Harry asked. He wanted to know why he was defending himself to Ginny, when Ron was nowhere to be found. Ron was in their morning class with him, but where was he now?

            “He skipped lunch to avoid you, Harry,” Seamus answered.

            “Brilliant, I don’t want to see him ever again, so that works perfectly for me,” Harry replied.

            “Harry! Think of our Quidditch team!” Ginny protested.

            “What about it?” Harry asked.

            “First you, our captain, get a month of detentions with Snape. Then when that is finally over, Ron, our keeper, has a month’s worth of detentions with Snape. Now you and Ron are fighting and you don’t ever want to see him again? Our game is the weekend after next! How are we going to get our act together enough to win?” Ginny asked. Harry was really beginning to think Quidditch was the most important thing in Ginny’s life.

            “Merlin, Quidditch!” Harry exclaimed.

            “Did you forget you’re Quidditch captain mate?” Seamus asked.

            “No, it’s just that I have so much more going on right now. I can’t go to practice today,” Harry answered.

            “What? This is your first day without detention! We’ve been planning it all month,” Ginny protested.

            “Look, I have other more important things going on right now,” Harry replied, flapping his arms in a vague manner that hopefully conveyed this was the kind of important top secret thing that they shouldn’t ask him about.

            “Okay, so what are you telling me?” Ginny asked.

            “Gin, you’re a great captain. Get the team together before dinner, including Ron, and practice for the game. I’ll be set for practice Friday and I’ll try to get on with Ron for the sake of the match, but after that, one of us is off the team and I’m not so certain that I want it to be him,” Harry replied.

            Everyone but Hermione let out shocked gasps of horror.

            “You can’t mean that Harry!” Ginny protested.

            “We’ll figure it out after the match. For now just don’t bet any galleons on us winning,” Harry replied.

            “Harry, can we talk for a minute?” Hermione asked before anyone could say something else about Quidditch.

            “Yeah,” Harry replied, shoveling in bites of food now that he wasn’t defending himself.

            “Privately,” Hermione added.

            “Yeah,” Harry huffed, wrapping a cheese sandwich in a napkin to take with him.

            They found a private alcove in an empty hallway and Harry took a bite of his sandwich. It looked like he wasn’t going to get any peace to eat today, so he might as well eat now while it was only Hermione.

            “Have you gotten any news on Malfoy?” Hermione asked.

            “Yeah, he stayed in the room of requirement with me and his mum last night. He’s mostly fine,” Harry replied.

            “Oh good!” Hermione exclaimed hugging him. “I was so worried.”

            “Thanks Hermione, I really appreciate it.”

            “I thought he was staying with Snape?”

            “I didn’t get a chance to ask, but Snape moved him last night.”

            “Well that’s good that you’ll get to see him more…”

            “But?”

            “But I was hoping to spend some time with you in the room of requirement and I don’t want to intrude.”

            “Come on, I know you just want to use the study,” Harry teased, taking another bite of sandwich.

            “Yeah, but I really would like you to include me and I’d like to get to know Malfoy and his mum.”

            “Alright, I’ll talk to them about it. Maybe you can come by sometime this weekend,” Harry replied, finishing the sandwich. “You can tell Ron that I won’t be at breakfast or dinner for now, so he’s welcome to come down. But I’d appreciate it if he stayed away at lunch like he did today.”

            “Yeah, I’ll tell him. And I’m sure Ginny will talk to him about Quidditch too. Come on, let’s go to class,” Hermione replied.

            The two of them went off to their afternoon classes and then Harry went back to the room of requirement to meet up with Narcissa and Draco.

Author’s Note: I will be leaving adult fanfiction permanently and will not continue to post this story on this site. The story will go on as originally planned on fanfiction and AO3, but for this site I will be writing an alternative ending to this story, because I am neurotic and can’t bear to leave this story unfinished here. There is nothing I hate more than when author’s post half a story and then disappear, leaving the story abandoned. I will be finishing this story the way I originally intended to on both AO3 and fanfiction, but on this site, the next chapter will be the last. It will not be a happy ending, so if that’s not your thing and you’d rather read the full version of this story, please look it up on those other sites.
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