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Hidden Song
Hidden Song
Author: Dappled Victory

Warnings: Slash, het., sexual situations, language, and�drum
roll please�Mpreg!! What, you ask. Male pregnancy? Yes. I'm getting in on the
action. I can't help it. The plot bunnies have taken me hostage. I'm going to
at least try to make it semi-believable. Try.
Pairings: RW/DM, SS/CW
Rating: R
AN: This story takes place until two separate first person
POV's. I'll leave it to you to actively dissect scenes to decide who is
speaking.

I was behind on
my letter writing, and I missed my other fathers. They had gone away to jobs,
leaving me the whole big house and my loneliness. Of course I still had Ron,
and Ron, Salazar, he was my world. But I missed Charlie so much it hurt. And
after having Severus in my life for so long and through so much, I missed him
as well.
So as Ron
dutifully set out to work, I dutifully sat down to my letter writing, filling
pages for them. I always wrote to Severus and Charlie separately, but I had a
feeling that Charlie always ended up reading both unless I told Severus to keep
it away from him.
I always wrote to
my mentor first, especially now since he was supposed to be finding a way for
me to have Ron's children. Dammit, if Potter had a child before me, I was going
to be pissed.

Dear Severus,
I suspect you are having a splendid time
around the mediocres and plebeians of Hogwarts. I know how well you fit into a
crowd with the soaring IQ's of the students and professors there. I just hope
you haven't (or have) cursed anyone into oblivion.
How are things coming with that research
I have been bothering you about? I'm serious, you haven't told me anything yet,
and I'm getting anxious. Potter and Granger are engaged to get married, and if
Hermione has her way, they'll have children before she gets out of auror school.
Maybe not before. But definitely soon. Besides, I'm lonely, and I want a baby.
Is it healthy for me to be thinking
about having babies? Maybe I have some sort of female complex from my mother's
betrayal. Perhaps I should think about getting another pet. One with more needs
than Godric. Something that would keep me busy during the days.
I went to my father's grave a few days
ago. Just to see him. I ended up staying there all afternoon in the rain,
crying. I hate to worry you, Severus. You know I do. Why am I still crying for
that selfish man? I wish I could hate him.
Enough of that. I can't do it. Tell me
about your research. I must be kept informed. If you need a test subject, I'm
him. If I get pregnant, Severus, I'll have to buy a whole new wardrobe. And you
know how I hate shopping. You are coming home
for Christmas, aren't you? I miss you dearly. Even at your grumpiest. This
house is so lonely. It doesn't even have any ghosts to speak of.
That is all I can think to say. Please
write me back with haste. Verily, I am lonely.
Yours Sincerely,
Draco Malfoy

I sealed the
letter before I could read it over. If I read it over, I always had the urge to
start over again, and that ruined the original emotions of the letter. I had
been truthful and told him what I needed to. That was enough. Spelling and
grammatical errors aside.
I lifted my quill
to write to Charlie and stopped. I couldn't tell him about my father or my
loneliness. If I did, he would drop everything and come home to me. And as much
as I wanted that, it was selfish, and I couldn't do that to him. I didn't want
to lie to him either. I suppose I had to stick to the very barest of facts.

Dear Charlie,
How are you? I hope you're in good
health and good mind. I'm sure Severus is being good. Or you're keeping him in
line. Ron should be around Hogwarts pretty soon, scouting for some talent for
next year. I'm sure he'll be happy to see you. Just make sure he gets back to
me every night in one piece. Or a few easily repairable pieces.
As usual, I miss you. Under normal
circumstances, I would tell you to quit your job and come home, but I couldn't
do that to you. And Severus would go back to torturing his students if you
left. You belong at Hogwarts, giving children guidance and fun and surprises. I
hope Ginny is doing well in all her classes and you're being nice to the
Slytherins.
Ron and I are living in paradise. Except
I want him to never leave. I'm glad to finally have my own Weasley, and I know
now what my life was missing before. I suppose I can't blame Severus for
holding onto you so tightly.
Do you think I should get a tattoo? I
think I shall. Just a simple RW on my ankle. Or shoulder. Write back your opinion,
but do not tell Severus. I know his thoughts on the matter. I've been toying
with the idea for months now. Maybe I'll save it for Ron's birthday present.
That won't be my only one, of course, but I could unveil it that night. Yes,
that's right, Charlie. I'm having sex with your brother. Think of that as
payback for all the times you and Severus have been 'playful' around the house.
Ah, well. I have exhausted my
conversation for now. Write back with haste.
Love,
Draco

The second letter
was sealed and prepared for mail that day. I would send Moreau, Charlie's owl,
to the school with the letters. I couldn't have Maximus leaving me, in case I
had important business to attend to.
As I was putting
my letters away to be mailed later, I heard the magically-enhanced doorbell
sound. I frowned. I was not expecting anyone. Who would come and visit me? Here
of all places. Anyone who knew any better would know that Severus and Charlie
were at Hogwarts and Ron was at work.
I stood up and
left my room, going down the stairs to the front door. I opened it and almost
chocked to see who was on the other side. "Potter?"
"Hello,
Draco," he replied. He pushed past me without even asking me permission.
"I hope you're not busy. Herm said that Ron said that you don't do much
these days."
"What are
you doing here?" I asked, closing the door.
Harry looked at
me carefully, confused. "Hermione didn't owl you?"
"No!"
This caused the
Boy-Who-Lived-To-Be-Annoying to break down into laughter. "I understand
your very confused look, then. Ron's birthday is coming up, and we thought you
might want to plan a big party for him."
"Oh�
Okay."
"Good.
Anyway, I don't have practice today, so I figured since Ron has work we could
start making plans." Harry went into the parlour, sitting down. I followed
him and settled into a large armchair. "Hermione likes having plans."
"Yes, I
know. We did work together a lot last year." I couldn't exactly come to
civil terms with this young man yet. Even if he was acting civil. I was still
suspicious.
Harry eyed me
wearily for a few seconds. "Right. Can we hold the party here?"
"I'll have
to ask Severus to be fair, but yes. That shouldn't be a problem. We'll have to
hire some house elves, I suppose, to cook for that day."
Harry raised his
eyebrow slightly. "No, that won't be necessary. And there's no need to
drive Hermione into another long lecture about how horrible it is to use house
elves, etc. Mrs. Weasley will be more than happy to cook. She's already
volunteered. She always cooks for parties."
I looked at the
clipboard that I finally noticed that Harry had and then studied the boy.
"Won't she want to enjoy the party?"
He smiled tightly,
looking worried. "Mum Weasley is rather� stern about being the cook for
Ron's party." That woman had more guts and persuasion than the most
grizzled Death Eater or Auror. She could make anyone bow to her will, when it
was important to her. Luckily, she was sweet and kind and very understanding.
It wasn't often she was stern.
"I suppose if
she wants to, that's fine."
"Hermione wants
a guest list as well." She had him so well whipped. I was pleased. Very
pleased. He might even change his last name to Granger. Hermione Potter sounded
silly. In fact, anything Potter sounded strange. Yes, he should definitely
change his last name.
"Charlie,
Severus, myself, you, Hermione, Ron, his mother, Arthur."
"Is that
all?"
"The most
important people. I'll invite the Cannons to come. And I suppose we should
invite the twins and Percy and his family and Bill. Bill's wife. Oliver Wood.
Whomever George is dating now. Some other annoying Gryffindors." Harry
didn't appreciate this comment. I didn't think I cared. "We'll have to
have wild animals too," I murmured.
"Wild
animals?" Harry asked.
"Elephants,
lions, tigers, etc. It's very interesting. Bears. Other dangerous things. A
circus tent. A troupe of acrobats. Maybe some freaks."
"This is
just a birthday party." Harry was studying the itinerary that Hermione had
given him. I probably wasn't following the itinerary at all. Hermione wouldn't
have stood for it. "So, okay, the guest list." Good puppy, get back
on your wife's schedule.
"All the
usual people. I suppose Hagrid should come." Harry was writing furiously. "And
Ginny. She'll have to leave school."
"She can't
leave school for it."
"Charlie and
Severus are. It's going to be over the weekend. Really, you have broken so many
rules at Hogwarts. It's not like you to suddenly develop morals."
"Oh, shut
up, Malfoy. I'm only doing what I've been told to." Harry wrote angrily
for a few minutes. He looked at me, mouth tight, before saying stiffly,
"Who else?"
"I think
that's all for guests."
Harry flipped
back the page to the next. "Food has been planned for."
"We'll need
wines, drinks, hors d'oeuvres, dessert. I'll have the cake made. It will have
to be very large, of course. What should the picture be?" I was asking
him, but I had mostly said it for myself.
"The
Magpies."
"I was
thinking the Cannons. He loves the Cannons. Or I could put a picture of myself
naked. He loves that too." Harry looked at me, trying to school is face against
any disgust he felt. He did a fairly good job of it. "I'll ask the baker
his specialities. We'll need coffee and tea as well. And biscuits, etc."
Harry was
studying me carefully now. "There aren't going to be that many people there."
"This is all
for Ron. It has to be larger than life."
Harry wrote
whatever he needed to down. He probably had to sign and date the bottom of all
Hermione's plans and give them back in triple. I smiled lightly at this
thought. "Entertainment is next."
"As I said,
a circus, a troupe of acrobats and freaks, wild animals to ride and pat. Dancers.
We need dancers. I'm going to have to rebuild the backyard. Cover the pool with
glass so people can walk on it."
"What kind
of dancers?"
"Pole
dancers, I'm thinking. Ron's nineteen now. We have to have something
naughty."
"Hermione
won't�" he began. I looked at him, waiting to see what he would say.
"Er�"
"Is there a
problem with strippers?"
"No,"
he said resolutely. "I suppose not." That was a brave boy. I wouldn't
dare to cross Hermione.
"So, have
you found a house yet?"
"No,"
he said but was obviously uncomfortable talking about it. Which was all the
better for me, I guessed.
I smiled.
"Is that because you won't let her live where she wants to? Or because no
house is good enough for her and your money yet?"
"You're one
to talk. You're living in someone else's house."
I pursed my lips
purposefully. Well, I suppose I couldn't dish without expecting to take some
back. I put my feet up on the coffee table. "It's not for lack of money or
the disapproval of my partner that keeps me here. I would think that you of all
people would understand the desire for family after not having a real one for
so long."
"At least
you ever met your parents," Harry replied defensively.
"I would
that I hadn't," I answered. "Your parents can be remembered as heroes
and saints. My father killed himself after being a Death Eater most of his
life. And my mother tried to betray us to the Dark Lord. I wish they had died
before I could remember them." That wasn't the full truth. I missed my
father, the father who had been reborn. I missed him deeply, sometimes
uncontrollably. Now Harry knew something about me I hadn't told most people.
That in itself was disturbing.
He looked at me
for a moment before turning back to his list. "Now, Hermione wants to get
Ron a really good present, but neither of us knows as much about him as you do."
"I'm getting
him Cannon robes, pads, broom, Quaffle, Bludgers, bats, and snitch. The whole
team set. Cannot be bought in stores."
"Okay�"
Harry seemed impressed and jealous. I loved that.
"I'm also getting
him his winter wardrobe. And I've recently purchased half of the Pride under
his name."
"Wow."
He was driven to practical speechlessness. I loved that.
"And of
course he gets me. I'm trying not to spend too much. It makes him
nervous."
"Too
much�" Harry began. He didn't finish his thought.
I sat back
against the chair I was in. "You could get him The Quidditch Manual
for last year. Do you know what that is?"
"Yes, it's a
book of statistics and plays for that year."
"He doesn't
have last years. I was going to just add it to the pile, but I figure you can
have that one. He needs some new underwear as well." Harry gave me a look.
I merely smiled. "I suppose I shall have to buy those after all. Fitting,
since I'm the one who has to see him in them. Anything Quidditch is safe for
Ron." I watched Harry writing down what I said for his fianc�e. "You
could also get him Magpie robes. Start building up a collection. He'll have all
the teams in England and Ireland soon."
I had a personal
reason for suggesting this. Ron had a photo shoot for some Quidditch magazine a
month ago, where he had worn Quidditch robes. I couldn't explain why, but in
those robes he had turned me on. I just loved the way they made him look.
I bought four
editions of that magazine and cut out all the pictures multiple times. They
were hanging in odd places around the house so I could see him looking hot and sexy
throughout my long day without him.
"I think
that covers everything."
"I think I
covered everything," I replied sternly. "It's not like I'm asking you
to pay or plan for anything. You just have to show up."
Harry looked at
me closely and then stood. "I'm sure Hermione'll be sending you an owl in
the near future."
"This is my
party to plan, Potter."
"You obviously
don't know Hermione that well." On that lovely parting note, he let
himself out. I watched him go, feeling that he'd gotten the most points from that
little conversation of ours.
Now that I'd been
reminded of Ron's upcoming birthday party, it was probably a good idea to start
the planning. Since I wanted it to be perfect. And it was going to be. I found
a piece of parchment and started a list of all the things I'd mentioned to
Potter, adding ideas to flesh out the plans.
I'd gotten a
pretty good inventory of the spectacles I'd have to order and schedule when the
doorbell sounded again. I sighed, deeply, very deeply, and tossed the quill
down. I opened the front door and found myself staring into the freckled and
fair face of Percy Weasley. He was holding his son Preston, who was not even a year old yet. "Hello," I said
tentatively.
"May I come
in?" This didn't sound good.
"Of
course." I stepped back and allowed the thin older brother of my lover
into the house. He was carrying a large bag in his free hand. "Ron is at
work."
"I know
that. He told me as much. Penelope and I are going to a Ministry convention in Germany this weekend."
"Okay."
I didn't know what else to say. I felt stupid saying 'okay.'
Percy examined
me, looking a little confused. "Didn't Ron tell you?"
"I suppose
not."
"Well, he
said that he'd be happy to take care of Preston while we were there, but he was going to be at work when we were
leaving. He told me you'd be more than happy to babysit until he got
home." I stared at him, too shocked to say anything. We were saved from
some very erassrassing conversation because Preston suddenly began to whine and squirm. "He's about ready for a
nap."
"I
can't�" I began, trying to get across that I couldn't watch a child. I'd
never had a baby around me in my life. He thought I had a bit of a hesitation
about putting the baby to sleep.
"Don't
worry. As soon as he's tucked in, he'll fall right to sleep." Percy
dropped the bag on the foyer floor. "He'll want to eat after his nap, and
he'll probably have to be changed. That should get you until Ron gets home, I
think."
I opened my mouth
to protest, but a voice behind me interrupted. "Come on, Perce."
Penelope came in, looking brilliant and carefree. Apparently leaving her child
behind wasn't really making her nervous. "Hello� Draco," she decided
on. She obviously couldn't think of me except as the annoying little bastard at
Hogwarts. I didn't blame her. "Thank you for watching Preston." She took the boy from Percy
and kissed him on the head. "Good bye, my little darling. I'm leaving you
with Uncle Ron." She deposited Preston in my arms. Percy looked a little bit apologetic but followed his
wife out with a final farewell.
I looked at the
child; the child stared back. He opened his mouth and screamed.

TBC. I have another part to post pretty soon. Be on the lookout and whatnot. I also have started a LJ where I post progress made on each story I'm writing on a daily�I hope�basis. Check my Author Profile @ ff.net to find the link for LJ. Also, feel free to leave me reviews there, and any challenges, fic requests, etc you want me to see.

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