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Too Close	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6387 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's note: Here I am with the fourth chapter. I'm really happy with the response I'm receiving :) Thank you, guys, I really appreciate it!
Thanks to the following reviewers: starr; AnonymousTigress (You're the first one to mention Pansy actually); misssy (Teddy did get punished for a while); SP777 (It's already completely written and my friends decided the gender - sorry!)
Warnings: description of dead bodies (including babies); angst; time skips; mature scene, including a bit of dirty talk
I hope you'll like this chapter!

Chapter 4
The next month passed by relatively smoothly. There was no new victim, but the DNA sample had proven that the one they were searching for was not a convict or even a former suspect of previous cases. What was surprising, however, was the fact that the DNA sample belonged to a woman. Either their latest victim had had a fight with a woman before the killer found him – though his friends claimed he hadn't been in any fights since he had got pregnant – or the killer was actually a woman.
That made her motive even more obscure. Why would a woman go around killing pregnant men? What could possibly be her reason for doing that?
Harry had brought up the note again that they had found on the body of one of the victims; maybe the woman went around killing the men, because she thought it was unnatural for them to get pregnant, despite the fact that male pregnancies hadn't been that uncommon for more than a hundred years already?
They could discern no real motive and that made it even more difficult to find out who she was or even where she was. She had to live near London, as so far the victims had been found near the city, but that was all they had so far.
Draco somehow managed to get the weekend off to celebrate his birthday and they dined in a Muggle restaurant – still quite expensive, because Draco insisted that a Malfoy deserved the best. Andromeda had agreed to take Teddy for the weekend and both men enjoyed their time together – since the case had been given to them, private time had become something elusive.
Then at the end of June, a seventh victim showed up; this time in Woolwich, dumped next to a giant container near a school. This man seemed to have put up quite a fight as quite a lot of bones had been shattered by the Bone Crush curse before his stomach had been sliced open. He had been almost eight months pregnant when the killer got to him. His fiancé was in Germany at the moment and they had to use a special Portkey to return him to England immediately.
Underneath the victim's fingernails they found skin particles and even some blood from when he had scratched his attacker. Some blonde hair stuck to his clothes as well – the killer was starting to become sloppier.
Still while they now knew the killer had blonde hair, they still didn't have any reliable witnesses. If people saw the victim with someone, this person always wore a cloak or used a charm which made their face appear blurry to everyone who looked at them.
Interrogating his friends and family didn't yield any results either – by this point, the interrogation was merely a formality, as none of the Aurors believed that those would give reliable results.

On the thirty-first of July, Harry woke up to the feeling of fingers caressing his rounded stomach, while a mouth was peppering kisses in his neck.
Enjoying the sweet caresses, he turned to lay down on his back and hummed sleepily.
"Happy birthday, Harry," Draco whispered in his ear, biting teasingly in his earlobe.
"Hm, how long have you been awake?" Harry murmured, blinking the sleep out of his eyes. An involuntary smile broke open on his face when he felt their baby tumbling in his belly. Since a week he could feel a fluttery movement in his belly at times and the first time it had startled him so badly, he had dropped his glass with iced tea.
"Hm, for a while," Draco mumbled and brushed another kiss against Harry's jaw. His hand stilled on Harry's stomach and he looked at it contemplatively. "Was that … Is the baby moving?" he asked uncertainly.
"Hm, yes; can you feel it?" Harry asked, brushing his nose against Draco's cheek. He grunted in surprise when their baby kicked him harder than expected. "Incredibly active already."
"We have an appointment today," Draco muttered and shuffled down the bed, so that he could place an ear against Harry's stomach. "Do you think we'll be able to see whether it's a boy or a girl?"
Harry let out an amused huff, trailing his own hand across his bulging stomach. He was five months pregnant now and thankfully the nausea had stopped incapacitating him after he had hit the four month mark. "Depends on how stubborn our baby will be," he answered, quirking another smile.
Draco came up again to give him a slow kiss on his mouth. "I disabled the Floo last night," he confessed lightly.
"Oh?" Harry quirked an eyebrow. "Why?"
"So that we won't be bothered today," Draco sighed and his eyes twinkled. "Can't have work calling us away when we can celebrate your birthday."
"I would normally scold you for disabling the Floo, but I can't say I mind," Harry replied, trailing his fingers through Draco's mussed up hair. "It's been a while since we had some time together."
"That's true," the blond hummed and his fingers trailed suggestively and dangerously close to Harry's groin. "Sometimes it makes me regret the fact that I ever chose to become an Auror."
Harry opened his mouth to reply, but the door suddenly flew open, causing the two men to scramble on the bed, putting space between them.
"Happy birthday, Uncle Harry!" Teddy cried out with a big grin plastered on his face and he practically flew on the bed, eager to give his godfather a hug.
Harry heard Draco curse underneath his breath and he stifled an amused smile. "Thank you, Teddy," he murmured, returning the hug and placing a swift kiss on the boy's forehead.
"I made breakfast," Teddy informed the older man proudly and he pulled back; his brown locks rapidly changing into messy, black ones while his eyes turned a deep green with a hint of grey near the pupils.
"You did? Thank you," Harry grinned. "What did you make?"
"Chocolate pancakes. Mimmy is making eggs with toast," Teddy answered cheerily and wiggled his way out of Harry's arms. "Come on! Before it gets cold!" With that, he ran out of the room again, thumping down the stairs.
"Tonight you're going to be mine alone," Draco murmured sullenly. "I'll lock that brat up in his room if I have to!"
Harry snickered and gave him another kiss before he stood up, stretching lazily. Chocolate pancakes actually sounded very good at the moment.

"I apologise, Mister Potter," Thompson started, "but I can't help you with the ultrasound. I'm not specialized in obstetrics, so I need to refer you to another Healer."
Harry nodded; he had already suspected that much. "Who's going to be my Healer from now on?"
"Healer Lovegood will take over your case," Thompson smiled. "I assure you she's very good at her job."
"I have no doubt about that," Harry chuckled and stood up. "Where can I find her?"
"She's on the second floor in room 203," Thompson answered and turned around to answer a question from one of the Mediwizards.
"Lovegood? Loony Lovegood?" Draco hissed in his ear while they made their way to the second floor with Teddy skipping in front of them; his head swivelling from one side to the other, taking in his surroundings.
Harry sighed and rolled his eyes, pinching Draco discreetly in his side, causing the blond man to jump and hiss in pain. "Behave, Draco," he murmured and they stepped into the lift. "She's nice and I'm sure she's a good Healer."
It had been a couple of years since he last saw the dreamy, blonde girl and he was looking forward to it. For all that she could sprout some odd things, she had been a good friend to him in Hogwarts; one of the few girls who had liked him for him and not for his fame.
"The moment she tries to claim that one of those Nargels is hindering the ultrasound, we're out of there," Draco muttered darkly.
Harry sighed and decided that replying to that wouldn't be worth it.

Room 203 had a white door with a garland of herbs nailed to it. Harry was certain that that garland hung there with a specific meaning – maybe to ward off some creatures – but he wasn't about to ask what that particular meaning was.
"Is this the room, uncle?" Teddy asked curiously, studying the garland dubiously.
"Yes, it is," Harry replied and knocked on the door, straining his ears.
Faintly audible footsteps made their way to the door and the white door swung open, the garland landing against it with a soft 'thud'. Luna appeared in the doorway; her long, blonde hair was pinned back by two butterfly pins and tomato earrings dangled in her ears. Her large, blue eyes lightened up when she saw who was her next patient.
"Harry! It's so good to see you again!" she smiled and leant forwards to hug him. "Of course the pixie told me you were coming, but you can never know for certain, right?"
"Right, Luna. It's good to see you again," Harry smiled genuinely and he was gently ushered inside, Teddy and Draco trailing closely behind him.
"You must be Teddy Lupin," Luna murmured and patted Teddy's brown curls.
"Yes, miss," Teddy said in a rather small voice; his attention seemed fixated on Luna's peculiar choice of earrings.
"You can call me Luna," she told him with a bright smile and then her smile turned oddly when she addressed Draco, who eyed her warily. "Draco, it's been a long time."
Since she was held in the dungeons of Malfoy Manor, actually, but none of the adults present were ready to rankle up that particular memory. And that wasn't only because Teddy was present.
"Yes, it has," Draco murmured, inclining his head. At least his tone was neutral, instead of cold.
Luna clapped her hands and her smile turned gentle again. "You're my new patient, Harry. Let's sit down before the earth pixie becomes vexed. They are so easy to annoy you know."
Harry could practically hear Draco swallowing his retort.
Teddy looked equally fascinated and bemused, but he followed them to Luna's desk, where she transfigured a cup into a plush chair for him.
"How long have you been pregnant, Harry?" Luna inquired, while she brought up a file from somewhere in her drawer.
"Five months," Harry replied and discreetly nudged Draco's chin when he mumbled underneath his breath, "What? The pixie didn't tell you?".
"Have you been taking vitamins?" she asked, jotting something down with a bright green quill.
"Yes, every morning." Harry crossed his legs, patting his stomach absentmindedly. His rounded belly had become too large to be casually hidden underneath a shirt and so Draco had casted a No Notice Me charm on it for the time they were in the hospital. It was an odd sensation to feel his baby tumbling around, feel the roundness of his stomach and yet see nothing when he looked down.
"All right, please lay down on that bed there, Harry," Luna smiled and pointed towards the uncomfortable bed placed against the wall. "The charm to check your vitals and that of your baby requires that you lay down. Don't worry, though, the Plunkies can't get into this room."
While Harry made himself comfortable on the hard bed, hearing the paper crinkle underneath him, Teddy asked curiously, "What are Plunkies?"
Draco groaned and came to stand next to Harry, throwing him a suffering glare. Harry responded with a cheeky smile. He preferred Luna's randomness to the stiff posture of some of the other Healers.
"Plunkies are devious little puffballs, who bury themselves in beds and try to kick everyone out who dares to even sit on their bed," Luna answered solemnly and approached Harry, taking her wand out of her pocket.
Teddy blinked and seemed even more confused than before; clearly he was wondering whether he should believe the blonde woman or not.
"Okay, let's start with your vials," Luna announced cheerfully and she murmured a long, complicated spell underneath her breath, waving her wand across Harry's stomach in a zig zag pattern. A piece of parchment popped out of thin air, together with a black quill and the quill started to write something very quickly while a soft purple glow pulsed an inch above Harry's covered stomach.
"Looks like your vitals and that of your baby are as they should be, Harry," she informed him cheerfully after she had studied the parchment thoroughly. "Your spirit guide is doing his job well."
"Thank Merlin," Draco muttered underneath his breath and Harry reached out with his hand, giving Draco's a soft, reassuring squeeze. He knew Draco had been worried about his vitals; the blond knew about his abysmal childhood and had feared that the lack of decent food when he was still a young child would have had a detrimental effect on his health and subsequently his body as well. It was a fear Harry had shared and so relief filled him at Luna's reassurance that everything was all right with both him and their child.
"Do you want to know the gender?" Luna asked smiling and twirled her wand around between her fingers.
"Yes!" Teddy exclaimed immediately, shuffling closer to the bed. "I want to know whether I get a brother or a sister!"
Questioning blue eyes turned towards the couple and even Draco couldn't keep an indulgent smile off his face.
"Yes, sure. It'll make it easier to choose a name," Draco retorted lightly and his hand came down on Harry's shoulder.
"Okay, for this you need to disable the charm for a moment, Harry," Luna murmured; her eyes focused on his stomach. "This particular spell reacts badly to others present."
Harry bit his lip, but nodded and quickly took down the charm. He would put it back on after their visit was finished.
This time Luna created a circle with a star in it above his now bared stomach and tapped his belly gently, while she murmured the charm.
For a moment nothing happened, until suddenly his stomach seemed to light up and a thin, dark rose thread of light rose up and expanded until it formed a rectangular screen. The screen was blurry at first, dark shadows whirling around in it, until it cleared up. A vague outline of some dark mass was nestled in the down right corner.
Luna pointed towards it. "This is your baby. This is the head," she gestured towards a fairly round shape, "and this are the arms and the legs." She fumbled a bit with her wand and the dark haired wizard nearly jumped up startled when a dull 'thump, thump' sound filled the room. "This is your baby's heartbeat."
A large smile spread open on Harry's face and he brought a hand to his mouth; his green eyes glittering when he looked at the screen. Merlin, that was their baby right there. Moving in front of their eyes.
Seeing their baby and hearing the heartbeat was enough to forget that he was a potential target at the moment – a thought that sadly was constantly in the back of his mind.
Teddy squinted. "I can't see whether it's a boy or a girl," he complained with a huff.
"Well, Teddy, it looks like you'll be getting a …" Luna studied the screen solemnly. "It looks like you'll be getting a brother!" she concluded, beaming.
"YES!" Teddy cried out, pumping his fist in the air, while a large, excited grin bloomed upon his face. "I'm getting a brother!"
When Harry looked up at Draco, wide eyed, glittering, grey eyes stared back at him in wonder.
"A son, we'll have a son, Harry," he brought out in a choked voice and before Harry could react to that, Draco bent down to fasten their lips together, kissing him fiercely.
Harry treaded his fingers through fine, blond hair and returned the heated kiss; excitement coursing through him. They were going to have a son. A baby boy.
Their own baby boy.

They left Luna's office ten minutes later; the No Notice Me charm back in place over Harry's stomach, a thin package of ultrasounds in Draco's pocket and bright smiles etched on their faces.
"Can I tell grandmother that I'm getting a brother?" Teddy whispered when they entered the lift; his eyes wide in elation. He was practically quivering with excitement.
"Sure, you can tell her." Draco's eyes started to gleam in a peculiar way. "In fact, why don't you tell her tonight? She told us that she has a new puppy and she said she wouldn't mind if you stayed over to play with it!"
"Really?" Teddy grinned and then turned his attention to Harry, who raised his eyebrow. "Can I stay at grandmother's for tonight, uncle?"
"If you ask her nicely, yes," Harry replied amused. At least Draco hadn't lied about the puppy, but the dark haired man still felt slightly guilty for asking Andromeda to babysit again. She didn't mind babysitting her grandson, but still.
A hand came to rest on his buttocks, discreetly squeezing it. "We'll have to celebrate this news tonight," Draco breathed in his ear.
"As if you were planning on doing something else tonight," Harry murmured amused, but interest was stirring in him.
He couldn't say he was against Draco's proposal for tonight.

Andromeda did agree to babysit Teddy – with far too knowing eyes in Harry's opinion – and so after dinner where Teddy insisted he gave Harry's present (consisting out of tickets to the next Quidditch match – a combined gift of him and his grandmother), the young boy packed his bag and left for his grandmother's home eagerly, after hugging his godfather and patting his stomach carefully.
They located to their bedroom soon after Teddy had departed; they weren't particularly interested in listening to the radio today or read a book.
Draco was already lying in bed when Harry came back from the bathroom, where he had taken a quick shower. Rubbing a towel over his wet hair, he sauntered towards the bed; his belly on clear display as he was only wearing a boxer short.
"Your mum seemed very happy with the news," he muttered dryly and dropped the damp towel on the chair next to their wardrobe.
"She would probably have been just as happy to hear that she would get a granddaughter," Draco smirked and his eyes slowly travelled over Harry's naked body. "In fact, as long as she can spoil it, she doesn't mind whether it's a boy or a girl."
The mattress sunk down a bit underneath Harry's knees when he sat down. "I bet your dad will be over the moon with the news that he's getting a grandson, though," he murmured, quickly raking a hand through his hair to get rid of the last water drops.
Draco's smirk wavered for a bit, but he inclined his head in agreement. "You'll probably rise a lot in his estimation."
Harry snorted and shuffled forwards. "Glad I could do my job as a spouse of a Malfoy," he mumbled sardonically and bent his head to nip at Draco's lower lip.
"I have a present for Mister Malfoy-Potter," Draco muttered against his lips and his hand swept fleetingly across Harry's shoulder.
"Oh? What kind of present?" Harry inquired and sat up when Draco gently pushed against his chest.
The blond riffled through his drawer and Harry couldn't resist the opportunity to trace Draco's spine with his index finger, feeling the man shivering underneath his light touch. When Draco turned to face him again, he had a small box in his hand, wrapped in shiny, blue paper.
"Happy twenty-sixth birthday, Harry," Draco smiled and pressed a quick kiss on his slack lips. "Here, open it."
"The last time you gave me a box like this, you ended up proposing," Harry mumbled; wary amusement dancing in his voice.
"See, only good things come from me giving you boxes," Draco retorted cheekily and nudged Harry's hand. "Go on."
A corner of his mouth quirked into a soft smile, Harry took the present and carefully unwrapped it; he put the wrapping paper on the bed and studied the box. It was a wooden one with odd, wavy lines carved on the lid. Encouraged by shining, grey eyes, the dark haired man slowly opened the box; his stomach filled with anticipation.
His mouth fell open when he saw what the box contained: it was a dark brown, leather wrist band, that could be tied around the wrist with two strong, leather cords. In the middle of the leather strap a purple stone – its purple hues ranging from light, almost white to deep purple like the night sky – sat, carved into the form of a rune: an amethyst. Harry didn't recognize the meaning of the rune, as he had never taken Ancient Runes in Hogwarts, but he was certain that there was a particular meaning attached to it. Around the rune, a thin circle of yet another gemstone was placed. This gemstone felt as smooth as the amethyst, but instead of purple, it looked reddish, mixed with brown spots and white patches. The pattern in which the colours were organised were very familiar and Harry traced the pattern with his finger; it had the pattern of a snakeskin.
"What kind of stone is this?" he murmured fascinated; the gemstone felt cool underneath the pad of his fingertip.
"It's a tumbled red snakeskin agate," Draco replied and carefully plucked the leather band out of the box, holding it out in front of Harry.
"What do those stones mean? And that rune?" Harry inquired, studying the stones with sharp eyes.
"The rune is Algiz or Eohl; both the rune and the gemstones provide protection. The stones also provide power," Draco explained; easily removing the knot out of the leather cords. He hesitated briefly. "I put a Tracking charm on it as well. I know you don't like charms like that, but I would be more comfortable if I knew you were wearing it at all times. You never know what might happen and especially now you need the extra protection. Will you please wear this for me?"
A couple of years ago Harry would have protested, refusing to wear something that would be able to track him like he was a dog or a young child. But he had learnt the value of compromise and in the situation he was in now, everything that could provide extra protection was appreciated.
As answer, Harry offered his left wrist and Draco gifted him with a grateful smile.
"Thank you," Harry said when the cool, leather band was put around his wrist; the gemstones shone in the soft sunlight that peeped through their curtains. Cooling charms kept the temperature in the bedroom bearable, but the oppressive heat outside could not be ignored.
A pale finger caressed the amethyst slowly. "Thank you for accepting my gift," Draco whispered and leant forwards to press their lips together in a tender kiss.
Warm lips trailed over his jaw to his neck, underneath his left ear where Draco started mouthing at a particular spot that never failed to make Harry weak in his knees.
"You know, we're all alone now," Draco murmured and his hand trailed up over Harry's shoulder, raising the minuscule hairs there, before dipping down, stroking his side languidly. "Mimmy is back in Hogwarts and Teddy is at Aunt Andromeda's house."
"Hm, that's true. Anything in specific in mind?" Harry teased, bringing his own hands up to stroke Draco's back and firm shoulders.
"Well, I was thinking of less clothes for one thing," Draco hummed and both hands slipped to Harry's boxers, tugging at the cloth insistently.
Steadying himself on his hands by placing them slightly behind his back, Harry lifted his hips, allowing the blond to remove his underwear. A soft breeze made the curtains flutter and sweep over his naked body, causing him to shiver slightly at the unexpected coolness.
Draco made quick work of getting rid of his own clothes and after rummaging through the drawer to find the half empty tube of lubrication, he crawled back on the bed and carefully pressed Harry backwards, until he was laying down against a small tower of plush and comfortable pillows.
Harry opened his arms and spread his legs wide enough for his husband to slip in the provided space; their thighs brushed against each other, their groins slid over each other and a soft, almost mewl like sound escaped Harry's mouth when Draco bent his head to lick his nipple; his tongue swirling around the hardening bud insistently, while his thumb rubbed over the other one, assuring that both nipples were paid attention to.
"Hm," Harry sighed and tilted his head to the left when Draco's lips left a searing path from his wet nipple to his neck. "You're going to leave a bruise behind," he warned him, slightly breathless when those devious lips started sucking viciously in his neck.
"So? Let everyone see that you're taken," Draco muttered sullenly, but tongued the sore spot in a silent apology.
"Yes, because the golden ring and the big announcement in all newspapers weren't obvious enough," Harry quipped sarcastically and threw one leg over Draco's thigh.
"Apparently they aren't, because I still catch people trying to flirt with you," Draco growled and then his breath hitched when Harry bit his collarbone softly.
"Those are just interested in my fame," Harry retorted and let his nails trail over Draco's chest, over the faint scars – the remaining proof of their fight in the bathroom in their sixth year – until he reached his lower stomach and started to teasingly draw patterns over the sensitive skin there. His tongue traced the outline of the faint bite mark. "Shouldn't I be more worried about the men and women trying to get into your pants?"
Draco scoffed; both of his hands cupped Harry's stomach, caressing the skin lovingly. "Please, as if I would ever be interested in someone else when I have you."
Harry smiled, his cheeks heating up a bit in reaction to the implied compliment. For all that Draco was eager to show everyone that Harry was taken, he wasn't that fond of saying anything that involved talking about his feelings. Every now and then, though, Draco's walls went down and he allowed his husband to get a look at his heart.
Their mouths found each other again; first in a languid kiss, their lips breaking apart before they connected again, and then slowly the kiss started heating up, their tongues sneaking past bruising lips and playing with each other: sucking and stroking, while teeth nipped at swollen lower lips.
Hands trailed over their bodies, slightly damp with sweat, igniting every cell on their path. Harry's thumb flicked over Draco's pale rose nipple, while Draco's fingers drew teasing circles on his chest and rounded stomach.
Their hips bucked against each other and soft groans escaped their throats when they slid against each other.
Harry automatically spread his legs wider when Draco slid down, being mindful of his stomach, and the blond started to leave feather light kisses on his stomach, while his fingers trailed up and down over Harry's cock, teasing the tip of it with his thumb, making the dark haired man shiver in excitement. His breathing sped up slightly when his half lidded, green eyes caught sight of Draco opening the tube, coating three fingers in the clear gel like substance.
"You ready?" Draco asked; his voice rough in his arousal. His grey eyes glittered feverishly in the dying sunlight and a rose sheen dusted his fine cheekbones; his hand kept up the slow pumping of Harry's leaking prick.
"Hm, go on," Harry encouraged him and he threw his head back with a sharp intake of his breath when the first finger breached his entrance, slipping past the tense muscles, gently coaxing him to open up. It had been a while since they last had the time to shag and it took the pregnant man a couple of seconds to relax his anal muscles completely.
A second finger slipped inside past the first one and Harry let out a shuddering breath at the feeling of the fingers spreading him, preparing him, sliding across his inner walls, which rippled around the invasion in response. No matter how many times they did it, it continued to feel odd in the beginning.
Draco rose up and started kissing him again to distract him from the feeling of being stretched. "You okay?" he murmured against his lips and his fingers slipped in further; the tips of his fingers brushed against Harry's prostate, sending a tingling sensation through his lower body.
Harry's fingers clenched around his upper arms and Draco touched his prostate again, sending yet another bolt of pleasure through him. "Yeah, yeah, I'm okay."
It didn't take long for Draco to start entering him with three fingers, making Harry moan at the sensation of being stretched even more; the slight burn of his muscles being forced to protract around the invading fingers coupled with his prostate being massaged, created an interesting sensation that had him hovering on the edge and had him pressing his hips up, trying to seek more contact.
When Draco pulled back abruptly, Harry couldn't stop the disappointed whine falling off his lips and he flushed in embarrassment at the knowing smirk on the blond's face.
"I was thinking," Draco started breathlessly while he coated his angry looking red cock liberally with the gel like substance, "that you could ride me this time. I like how you look when you ride me." His eyes burned with smouldering lust and he licked his lips; his cock bobbing a bit when he shifted. His hands trailed up and down over Harry's thighs, leaving them slick with the lubrication.
Harry's cheeks heated up in embarrassment, but he nodded; he was certain lust was clearly written in his eyes as well.
They shifted around on the large bed, the sheets lying crumpled near the foot end, until Draco was the one laying against the pillows, his legs slightly spread, and Harry settled himself on top of him, steadying himself on pale thighs while he slowly and carefully lowered himself on his husband, a hand around Draco's cock to point it at his entrance and he hissed when Draco entered him; his cock stretching him more than his fingers had done, filling him completely, leaving a slight burning sensation around his entrance. He kept sinking down without pausing until he bottomed out and sat fully on Draco's lap, with Draco's hands clenched around his hips and his hot, hard cock burning in his channel.
Clammy hands wandered up and down over Harry's trembling thighs. "You okay, Harry?" Draco asked with a tight voice and Harry felt him tremble underneath him. Clearly he was having trouble keeping himself still.
Harry offered him a faint smile and slowly started to move; first rocking back and forth until he got used to the feeling of being full again, and then he started to move up and down, letting Draco's cock slip out until only his wide head remained inside before he sunk down again, clenching his muscles every time he let gravity drag him back down. With every clench of his inner muscles, he felt Draco's cock twitch inside of him in response.
Pleasured moans and groans tumbled out of their mouths when they settled into a steady rhythm and hands kept caressing over each other's body, not minding the sweat that was now starting to coat their bodies. Harry let out a high pitched mewl sound when Draco shifted his hips a bit and with that single action, he came into full contact with Harry's prostate, ramming against it every time Harry sunk down, causing lightning bolts of pleasure to erupt behind Harry's closed eyelids.
"Oh god, Draco," Harry moaned when Draco started stroking his cock; his hot hand sliding up and down, squeezing his prick, nearly overloading him with pleasure.
"You have no idea how hot you look right now, Harry," Draco murmured; his eyes glazed over with desire and Harry felt himself warm underneath the heated stare. "How sexy you look, moving like that, taking me inside. Fuck, I love that …" he broke off with a moan when Harry braced himself against his thighs and started to move faster, taking Draco deeper inside of him.
"You love wh-what?" Harry brought out through gasps and his arms and thighs trembled every time he forced himself to move up.
"Love that you're mine, completely mine," Draco continued breathlessly and his hips started to move faster as well, pressing against Harry's prostate with every push. "Love how fucking sexy you look, carrying my baby. You're fucking perfect."
The heat boiled inside of him, coiling deep inside of his stomach and his orgasm swept over him, a broken moan pulled from him by it and he coated Draco's stomach and hand with his come; his heart beat fast; the muscles in his arms and legs felt like rubber. Draco followed him soon afterwards, filling him up with hot, sticky fluid, coating his inner walls, their hips stuttering weakly, and Harry thought he hadn't seen anything as beautiful as Draco when he became undone. His pale face was flushed with pleasure, his breath escaping him in short gasps and his half lidded eyes seemed to burn straight through Harry's.
With a weak groan, Harry lifted himself up and fell down next to Draco, whose hands kept wandering over his body soothingly; the aftershock of Harry's climax causing his muscles to tremble.
A murmured spell made sure that they were clean – at least as much as they could be without taking a shower. Neither of them were in the mood to get up and take a shower, though.
"I love you," Draco whispered in his ear and his hand settled on Harry's belly, which was pressed against his side.
Harry smiled weakly and pressed a kiss against Draco's cheek. "I love you too," he murmured.
Not soon after that they let themselves be taken away to dream world, while the soft sound of crickets chirping filled the night.

The following day they were rudely awoken by a Floo call of Kingsley, who had never looked so grimly before.
The killer had made an eight victim in the woods in Pinner. While Harry received the gruesome details from Ron, his hands covered his belly, which was hidden underneath the charm.
He would be six months pregnant soon and in spite of his confidence in the past few months, he couldn't help but wonder fearfully whether he would be the next victim.

AN2: So what do you think of it? Please leave your thoughts behind in a review! Should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me!
See you all in the next chapter!
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