The Contract

Chapter Forty-Three – A Shared Awakening



When Harry next woke, it was dark outside. His arms were full of Draco, and he felt as content as he ever had in his life. His hands gently rubbed the ever growing belly and the babies kicked a bit. The feeling of the children acknowledging his presence made his heart skip a beat. He felt Draco’s breath change as he started to wake up a bit.



“Harry, Love, if you wake them up again, I will hex you into next week.” Draco drawled.



Kissing him on the shoulder, Harry smiled. “I have a lot to do between now and next week.”



“I sincerely hope that being inside of me is part of that ‘lot to do’.” Smiling, he kissed Draco’s neck, even as his hand made its way to the hard appendage. Draco pushed back against Harry’s warmth. “Mmmmm, don’t stop…” his voice was full of passion as Harry began to stroke his length.



“Is this how you like it?” Harry asked, his breath teasing Draco’s ear. Draco moaned when Harry paused at the leaking tip and grasped the head a bit harder before releasing his hold to stroke back the length. “Does it feel good?” He questioned even as Draco made a sound that was something akin to a gasp. Harry could feel the blonde as he thrust his hips into Harry hand, and then pulled away, pushing his perfect arse into Harry’s length.



“I want…” Draco moaned again.



Harry knew what he wanted, he was sure he was going to push himself past Draco’s tight ring again. He was going to be asked to make love with this man. He was going to feel the push and pull of the muscles surrounding his length. “Tell me…Draco… tell me what you want from me…” His voice was sultry as he began to rut against the man in front of him, their hips meeting.



“…in me… please…fill me…” Draco’s words were barely formed sentences that expressed his desires much more than any amount of fully perfect thoughts. Harry did not wait, removing his hand from the dripping cock, he performed two wandless spells: one to clean the area out completely and one to loosen the muscles to allow painless entry. For the third, he thought the spell and lubricated his lover, pushing his slicked fingers to the perfect place that Harry’s hard cock would soon be,



Draco pushed against the fingers. Harry could feel his breath change. “Enough… just fuck me already!” He said to him. Pulling his fingers away, he lined up the tip of his cock and pushed forward. Harry was well-endowed when soft, but was certain that he was larger than above average when hard. And Draco made him very hard.



Instead of allowing the slow burn of penetration, Draco pushed back against him, until Harry was buried balls deep inside his lover. Guiding Harry’s hand back to his cock, Draco began the motion of being stroked and fucked. Harry could not seduce him any longer, he was concentrating on allowing for as much pleasure as this act could bring. Harry tried to remember to hold on to Draco’s cock and still push against him when he pushed back to get the deepest penetration possible.



“You feel so wonderful…you make me want to…”



But he was cut off in mid-sentence by Draco’s cock sending ropes of perfection through his fingertips. A groan later and Harry emptied himself into his lover. A wandless spell to clean his hand and sheets and the two fell into a peaceful sleep.





Early the next morning, the men woke, repeated the nightly activities, showered, dressed and talked for a bit.



“Apparently, the Goblins feel that I should be with you at least when I am asleep. The babies will grow stronger if I am close to you.”



Harry hitched a grin on his face. “So, I get to help?” Draco rolled his eyes at the question. “No, I mean, there really isn’t much I can do for you and them except try to figure out a way to get this information out to the public. I can’t imagine having a duel with Dumbledore or Scrimgeour.”



A flash of light was followed by Fawkes’ appearance. He looked at Draco with those maddeningly twinkly blue eyes before settling on Draco’s lap and looked into the gray eyes before looking down and poking the belly. Which was pushed back by one or both the babies. Delighted, Fawkes did it again. And again. And again. “Fawkes, if you don’t mind, that makes me hurt. I would hate to choke you and serve you for dinner, but I will if necessary.”



Fawkes flapped his massive wings and moved across the room, still watching the expectant parent closely. “Bloody bird…” Draco’s words fell into muttering while Harry laughed. Moving to kneel in front of him, Harry put his lips on the covered tummy. Looking up, Draco rolled his eyes again and pulled his shirt up. “Hello babies. It’s me, your other daddy. You have to go away from me so you can be safe and I can try to take care of things out here. Be nice to your papa.” Harry paused and looked up to Draco’s face. With a nod of loving approval, Harry continued, “Your papa will take care of everything while I am busy. Don’t worry about things, just be nice and grow strong.”



With another kiss, he rose up on his knees and kissed Draco’s mouth. Pulling back, he said, “I love you.”



“I love you too Harry, please don’t take too long.” Garen appeared in the room to pick Draco up and return him to the Horde.



“I won’t.” He promised. Standing, he helped Draco stand, pulled the stretched shirt back over the bulging tummy and watched Draco walk to this little Goblin. “Thank you for bringing him here.”



“I will only return him if it is safe to do so.” And with a nod, the two disappeared, leaving Harry alone again.





He made his way down the stairs for breakfast. It was early, but he hoped that Mrs. Weasley would be there. Everyone was awake and reading the various papers around the kitchen table. Getting a cup of tea, he sat down between Fred and George and pulled a newspaper from Salem Massachusetts called Daily Dirt. The caption read:



Harry Potter accused Albus Dumbledore of Cover-up

an exclusive by Special Correspondent Rita Skeeter.



Harry Potter, 17, also known world-wide as the ‘Boy Who Lived’ and the ‘Savior of the Wizarding World’ when he slew the Dark Lord known as… well, as You-Know-Who. And though we did not hear of it here, apparently this is also heir apparent to the largest Wizarding fortune worldwide. This would line him up for Minister of Magic or Headmaster of Hogwart’s School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, located in the Highlands of Scotland.



The accusations take many different twist and turns beginning even before little Harry was born to James and Lilly Evans Potter. James, heir to Gryffindor’s legacy and Lilly Evans Potter, heir to the Muggle fortune of the Evans family sadly were forced into either giving up their fortunes or their son. They chose to do neither.



On the battlefield, on alleged orders from Albus Dumbledore, Lucius Malfoy set up a duel between James and his sister in law, Bellatrix Black LeStrange. From which Lucius was able to save James Potter from certain death, which created a mythical Life Debt. The demands Mr. Malfoy made were considered and rejected by the Potters. This decision may well have assisted the Dark Lord to murder them on his way to their son.



The Dark Lord was removed from power when the curse that failed to kill little Harry Potter was rebounded into him. That was the evening Harry’s life changed forever.



Albus Dumbledore, allegedly knowing that James and Lily wanted their two closest friends, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin to assume custody should anything happen to them, removed Harry from the rubble and placed the child in the care of Muggles. MUGGLES? Our favorite Wizard was reared in a home with Muggles? This seems unlikely, but I assure you, it is quite true.



And these were the kind of Muggles that made the Dark Lord’s plan have reason. Horrible, abusive people, they were. Within two months, Sirius Black was arrested and imprisoned for the murder of Peter Pettigrew. Those charges were cleared this past summer when Peter Pettigrew was determined to be alive. Which leaved Sirius Black, if he were alive, available to save Harry. For more information on Sirius Black, see page 12.



Remus Lupin was forbidden to see his Godson on the grounds he is a Werewolf. A side note, unlike in America, the English have taken the rights away from our furry friends and have made several horrible laws removing their rights. For more information on Lycanthropy and Remus Lupin, please see Page 13.



These laws were created by one Albus Dumbledore. Which prevented either of Harry’s godfathers from receiving custody. Harry further states that Albus has created several other laws which would make the guardian of a Wizard between the age of 17 and 18, unable to receive their inheritance if he is in any type of a bonded situation…”









The article went on for several pages. Detail listing of Laws, statutes, gifts, and a complete audit of his accounts were now worldwide information. Looking around the room, he saw Molly Weasley looking extremely pleased.



“Molly, this quotes me, specifically. But I didn’t know most of what the paper said.”



“I know dear, you were taking care of your family. They got a few things wrong, but enough right to discredit both Albus and Rufus.”



“What about the minister?” Harry asked.



A smile formed across Percy’s lips. “Oh, the Minister of Magic has allowed the Headmaster to play him like a puppet. Quite amusing thing is that he hasn’t been seen since he went to Hogwarts. We were wondering if you knew anything about that.”



“I’ve been in Draco’s quarters, here, the hospital, and here. I haven’t gone anywhere.”



“Good. Because I was able to prevent the filing of your arrest warrants yesterday, thanks to mum’s fast thinking.”



“By the way Harry…” Fred said.



“…we love what you have done to the place…” George finished.



Arthur cut across them, “Boys! Leave him alone. Harry, son, have you seen Draco?”



Smiling, he said that Garen had brought him last night, but had left early this morning. It was at that moment that the peck of owls began ascending to Grimmauld Place with requests for interviews, outraged howlers, and pledges of loyalty to him against the tyranny that was anyone who wanted to hurt him.



Little did they know that Fawkes, with his blue eyes twinkling, flashed into Dumbledore’s office only long enough to be sure that the Mistress had secured them. Without a doubt, she had.