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The Malfoy Cover	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12438 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Sorry for the long wait! You all should know by now that I WILL finish this, it’s just taking a while because I’m focusing on OPaW2. It’s getting closer to the end, though (I think), so I will keep working on it and I’ll try to update the others when I can. I WILL NOT ABANDON ANYTHING!!!! I promise. I’m even still working on Shiloe, for all the attention it’s getting. Everything will be finished. Eventually.

Harry choked on his toast as he stared at his own face in the daily prophet again, except this time, he had make-up on and his name was listed as Celeste Malfoy, formerly Scarletti.

The headline read: Malfoy Heir Married and Bonded at School

Draco noticed it and chuckled. "That's a nice picture of you. We should keep it."

The picture showed Celeste in her risqué morning-after-bonding outfit with her bonding mark showing and Harry knew that Colin Creevey had to be the one that took the picture.

"Ugh. I'm in the Prophet again." Harry said softly to Draco.

Draco smirked. "Well, if you wanted to escape publicity completely, you chose the wrong person to marry, Love. The Malfoy family is very influential, still. I'm getting our good name restored, little by little. I've been donating to charities generously, and that helps me look contrite for my Father's mistakes, even though I feel no guilt for that psycho's actions. They were his choices, not mine."

Harry rolled his eyes. "I don't mind it, but I hated being in the paper alone. And the fact that there were always lies present when it came to me. At least this is all true. Very much in love, bonded, child on the way—wonder how they found that out—and it says here that we make an attractive couple and they are eager to see what the Malfoy scion does with his life after Hogwarts."

"World domination." Draco said, following the comment with a rather convincing evil laugh.

Harry shivered. "That's creepy." He said.

Draco raised an eyebrow, glancing at Harry. "Don't tell me you don't want to be the consort of the Ruler of the World, Love. Therefore, the one person who should never think me creepy would be you." He continued with a small smirk. "Besides, it's going to take some time, so you will see far creepier from me, make no mistake." By the end of the speech, his voice had become lilting and sing-song, and Harry almost found that creepier than the laugh.

Harry just turned the page with a smile and a shake of his head. "Whatever makes you happy, Draco." He muttered. He rested a hand on his belly, which was obviously rounding more every week. He knew he should be terrified of his impending labor, and of trying to raise a baby at his age. He should be wondering just how he was going to provide all the patience and love and time it took to raise a child when none of those had been spared for him by the Dursleys for him to learn them.

But, somehow, he had a feeling that he and Draco were going to be just fine. They'd do whatever it took to make their child happy and healthy, and he knew that there was nothing they couldn't do between the two of them.

However, he wanted his child to know some of the people that were important to him, and would be able to share stories of what his dad… Mom… Harry had been like as a child. Harry had never truly had that until it was too late for him to ask his parents things like what they had been thinking, what they had felt, as they had done some of the things they had done. He wanted his child to have the chance he had been robbed of, but by not telling the people that mattered most to him who he really was, he was denying his child that.

Ron and Hermione were great, but Remus, all the Weasleys, Neville, even most of teachers at Hogwarts would all have different viewpoints that his children could possibly benefit from one day. Was he really going to deny them that? The one thing he had wanted so desperately, but never really gotten?

Sure, he had heard stories, loads of them in fact, but it wasn’t the same as being able to go home after term and ask his parents to tell their side of the tale.

‘I’m going to tell them.’ He decided, letting Draco hear the thought.

Draco stopped eating, and turned to Harry, setting his fork down. ‘Who and what are you meaning to tell, exactly?’ He asked, totally confused by the abrupt change of topic.

Harry got up and grabbed his bag. “Remus first.” He whispered to Draco, then left.

Draco frowned as he puzzled over what Harry had meant, then his eyes widened and he got up. He chased down that brunet and stopped him in the hall outside the Slytherin dorms. “What are you thinking? Are you mad? What if he-“ Draco glanced around, finally seeming to notice where they were, and that this conversation was best conducted in private. He pulled Harry into the common room, cursing, and then rounded on the teen. “What if he tells someone that blabs to the Prophet? Was I wrong in thinking that you wanted to keep this a secret?” He hissed, scanning the room for other occupants. Luckily, he saw none.

“I do.” Harry said softly. He looked up at Draco, his lower lip trembling slightly. “But, Draco, I always wanted to be able to go home after the year and see my parents, and get to know their friends. All the other students got to go home with families that loved them, and mine-“ His voice broke, and he began sobbing.

“Bugger, Harry, alright.” He sighed, pulling the distraught form close and leading them to sit on the couch. “If it means that much to you, go ahead and tell him. But I want to be there.” He said vehemently. “Have him come meet you. Here. Room of Requirement.”

Harry smiled through his tears. “Alright. I wanted you there with me, anyway. I don’t think I can do this without you.”

Draco just shook his head fondly, holding Harry close. He’d never figure out his husband/wife. But, then, that was part of the allure that drew him to the enigma that was Harry Potter in the first place.

*****

Severus smiled, finding that the level of toxins in the potion was finally low enough to not be fatal. However, it could still be just a bit too high, which would cause Harry to vomit and could potentially harm the fetus, so he’d have to wait and test it once Harry was no longer pregnant to be sure.

‘If it works, Draco is going to hate me.’ Severus sighed as he began cleaning, thinking of the grave disservice he was doing his Godson in continuing his research.

He fingered the small vial of potion he held as he walked out of his private lab and back to his rooms. ‘I could just pretend that I couldn’t make it work. No one really needs to know.’ He dismissed the thought almost immediately.

No, if this worked, Harry needed to know. Even if it meant Draco’s marriage would produce only one heir and might be doomed to dissolution or divorce in the end. He couldn’t lie to Harry after all the trust he was being given.

He cast tempus and cursed, setting down the vial and changing out of his work robes, replacing them with the ones he normally wore to intimidate the students.

He smirked, thinking of the fifth year Ravenclaw/Hufflepuff class he was about to teach. The potion he was having them brew today was perhaps just a bit too difficult for some of them, but then again, was their ineptitude Severus’ problem? Never, and he would delight in pointing out every little mistake they made.

*****

“We need to think of names.” Harry decided.

Draco looked up from his textbook from where he lay, sprawled over Harry’s bed. “Hm. I’ve always been fond of Delphini, for a girl.” He told Harry with a small smile on his face. “And with your delicate build, the super-feminine name will suit her, because she’ll likely be on the small side.”

Harry flushed. “Maybe not. I was almost starved. I’m supposed to be bigger.”

Draco turned a serious face on him. “I’ve seen snippets of your past smeared across the papers, Love. I know. But that will have an effect on your children. Luckily, they will also likely have inherited your level of magical power to protect them.”

Harry paled. “My past is going to affect our children?!” He whispered in shock. “How?”

“Well, research has shown that things like famine can affect the next three generations to be born. It’s so that if the famine continues or recurs, the youngest generations will be the best equipped to survive regardless.” Draco said gently.

“I just…” Harry sighed. “Damn. I always thought that it was just me, so it didn’t really matter that much, because I’d get by.” He said. “I never thought that the way I grew up would affect my kids.”

Draco nodded. “I know. It’s not something that’s obvious.”

Harry nodded, pushing the thought to the back of his mind. “Delphini? That’s pretty.”

“Mm.” Draco hummed, reading again.

Harry poked him in the side. “Hey, do you think my… Other condition will have any effect on the pregnancy?” He asked.

Draco looked up from his book, an eyebrow raised. “I doubt it. Unless they are also afflicted with Chimerism, I don’t see why they would have the gender… Confusion,” Draco said with a smirk, “That your body seems to be suffering from.”

Harry snorted. “Oh, very funny. Man, I’m hungry. I want fish.” He frowned at Draco. “And I don’t even like fish much.”

Draco chuckled, closing his book. “Well, then, let’s head to the kitchens and indulge your strange pregnancy cravings, shall we?” He asked, standing and stretching. “Get your makeup on, Mrs. Malfoy, we’re about to venture into the open again.” He teased, as Harry headed over to his mirror.

*****

“But, honestly, liver and onions?!” Draco screeched as Harry brushed his teeth, glaring at the blond through the mirror. “With ketchup?! I couldn’t even watch you eat that shite!”

Harry spat his mouthful of suds into the sink. “You know, if you hadn’t gotten me up the duff, this wouldn’t even be an issue.” He began vigorously brushing again.

Draco had been monumentally patient with Harry’s cravings, but apparently, there was a limit to what he could handle watching his beloved eat.

Liver and onions smothered in ketchup was apparently past his limit.

Harry wasn’t too fond of the lingering taste he had been left with, but what Delphi wanted, she got.

Draco apparently couldn’t come up with a retort, and he left the bathroom with a soft growl.

Harry snorted and finished brushing his teeth, then topped it off with a few breath-freshening charms and pulled the letter he had gotten during his interesting breakfast out of his pocket. He headed out into the bedroom and threw himself onto the bed, carefully, opening the letter and reading it. “Fuck.”

“What?” Draco was at his side in seconds. “Is it Delphini?”

“No. Remus.” Harry whispered. “He’ll be here tomorrow.” The teen whispered, his face ashen.

Draco lay on the bed behind him and wrapped his arms around his husband, holding him close. “It’s okay, we’ll get through it. You want him to know, remember?”

“I’m scared.” Harry admitted, a wry smile forming. “Kind of pathetic, isn’t it? The Defeater of Voldemort, afraid to tell his only remaining link to his parents who he really is?”

Draco sighed against Harry’s neck, the breath causing the brunet in his arms to shiver slightly. “No, Harry, I don’t think it’s pathetic. He’s older than you, a werewolf, and this revelation could have a multitude of outcomes. He might be angry, hurt, sad, happy, hell, he might not even believe you at first! I’d be terrified about all the what-ifs in your position, even more so now that you have a baby to think about—Our little Delphini.”

Harry lay there, with Draco pressed against his back, and worried his lower lip with his teeth. ‘What am I thinking?’ He asked himself. ‘This is probably pure madness, and yet I want to do this. I need to. If only for my own peace of mind.’ He sighed heavily. “I have to do this. I’ve come so far already. The only way out of this now is to get through it.” He decided aloud.

Draco made a pleased noise from behind him and pressed a chaste kiss to the nape of his neck. “Good. I’ll be by your side the entire time. You and Delphini have nothing to fear with me there. Even if things go completely pear-shaped.” He added lightly.

Harry groaned. “Merlin forbid.”

“Indeed.” Draco chuckled.

*****

Harry twisted his hands in the skirt of the dress he was wearing, a voluminous sky-blue gown that covered the clothes he had worn in the final battle, altered to fit his growing belly, to prove his words if Remus didn’t believe him.

“Stop that, you’ll tear it!” Draco snapped, batting Harry’s hands away from the dress.

Harry nodded, took a deep breath, and opened the door to the Room of Requirement, entering.

“Hello, Draco. Celeste.” Remus said in a friendly but wary voice. “Why did you want to meet with me?”

Harry took a deep breath. “I have a confession to make.” He stated, then dropped the voice-altering spell and Vanished the dress. “I didn’t die.” He said, letting Remus see the familiar clothing.

Remus was on his feet in an instant, wand pointed at Harry.

Draco growled, moving to stand in front of Harry protectively.

“What is your Patronus?” Remus asked heatedly.

“A stag.” Harry said with a small, sad smile.

“What is the password to the Marauder’s Map?” The Werewolf’s eyes were narrowed.

Harry sighed. “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”

Remus’ lips tightened. “How did Sirius die?” He asked.

Harry sucked in a breath, his eyes tearing up. “Low blow, Moony.” He whispered in pain and guilt both.

Remus lowered his wand, his mouth slightly hanging open. “Harry.” He breathed.

Harry walked up to him. “Go ahead. Take a good whiff.” He said, holding out an arm. “It’s really me.”

Remus breathed in deeply, then his eyes snapped up to Harry’s. “Harry!” He cried in elation, grabbing the teen in a tight hug.

Harry sniffed as a few tears fell, returning the embrace.

“How? What happened? Why are you with Draco Malfoy? Why are you pretending to be a girl?” Remus asked, pulling away from Harry. “Are you pregnant?!” He asked in shock.

Harry chuckled wryly. “Boy, do I have quite the story for you.” He told Remus.

It would take a lot of explaining, but things were going to be okay.

*****

“I’m not being irrational!” Harry screamed, throwing his lipstick tube at Draco. “Get out!”

Draco dodged the projectile. “Harry, damn you, calm down!”

“No, you calm down! Bloody arsewipe! How dare you insinuate that I don’t know how to care for myself and my child?!”

Draco sighed. ‘Maybe there’s some Banshee in the Potter bloodline.’ He thought sardonically. “It was just a suggestion, Potter!” He snapped.

Harry lobbed a bottle of lotion at his head. “Back to last names, Malfoy?! I hate you! Besides, it’s Malfoy now, you tosser!” Harry screamed, throwing another bottle, shampoo this time. He screamed incoherently as Draco dodged the bottles and retreated.

Harry threw himself onto his bed and sobbed into his pillow.

‘Draco was right.’ He thought. ‘I do need a motherly figure right now. I should really talk to Molly, or at least someone.’

But, of course, he wasn’t ready to calm down yet.

He cried for a few more minutes, indulging himself in the luxury he hadn’t had as a child, or as the Golden Boy: The freedom to just cry for a while.

*****

Draco cursed, kicking the wall in the Slytherin common room, causing a few raised eyebrows.

“Dray, Darling?” Pansy asked warily, moving to stand close to him. “What’s wrong?”

“My bloody wife has gone ‘round the bend, that’s what’s fucking wrong!” He shouted, running his hands through his hair. “All I said was that maybe a motherly figure to talk to wouldn’t go amiss, since she doesn’t know exactly what to do to keep the baby safe and healthy yet!”

Pansy winced. “Tell me you didn’t use those exact words.” She said softly.

Draco blinked. “Erm, why? What’s wrong with them?”

“You won’t be getting sex for at least a week, that’s what’s wrong with them!” Millicent chimed in with a snicker.

Draco groaned. “Women are so confusing! What am I supposed to do when I don’t even know what the issue is in the first place?!”

Pansy glared at him. “Get used to it, Dear. You’re going to be dealing with women for the rest of your life.” She hissed.

“Bloody hell, what did I do to you?!”

Pansy huffed. “If you don’t know, I’m not going to tell you!” She snapped, heading into her room, slamming the door.

Draco growled, heading into his room, slamming his door as well.

Millicent finally gave in and laughed loudly. Draco’s marriage mishaps were just so very amusing!
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