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Of Lions And Lambs - Part Four	By : Marblez Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 9326 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Four

            “I like your cousins,” Draco murmured softly as the couple enjoyed a lazy Sunday morning snuggled together in his bed, the covers pooled about their wastes.

            His body ached in all the right places thanks to their passionately energetic exploits the night before. Finger shaped bruises were appearing across his hips and he loved each and every one of them.

            “Well…most of your cousins…Irina…yeah, she’s a bitch.”

            Jasper sighed deeply, pressing a kiss to the top of his husbands head.

            “She didn’t used to be like that…” Jasper told him sadly. “She used to be more like her sisters. Eleazar told me that she started to change not long after Laurent’s arrival and within a couple of weeks they hardly recognised her at times. It was his words and beliefs coming out of their daughter’s mouth.”

            “Well that sounds familiar…”

            His thoughts turned to his old friends;

            Blaise Zabini.

            Pansy Parkinson.

            Gregory Goyle.

            Vincent Crabbe.

            Theodore Knott.

            And so many others…not to mention himself…

            A generation of children had been tainted by the designs and desire of others…by the designs and desires of one man…

            Lord Voldemort, a.k.a Tom Marvolo Riddle.

            A lunatic – a power hungry, racist, murderous lunatic.

            Maybe…maybe he should try and be a little more sympathetic…

            “She shouldn’t have said what she did, though,” he mumbled softly.

            “No, she shouldn’t,” Jasper agreed. “But hopefully, without Laurent around to influence her any more she may yet return to the Irina she used to be.”

            “Well…if it can work for an entire generation of Slytherin students I think it can work for one bitchy vampire with an attitude problem…” Draco mumbled, snuggling his face against his husband’s firm chest. “Hopefully she’ll have improved by the time we come to join them in Alaska…”

            It had now been a week since Edward and Bella’s wedding and the Denali Coven had only returned to Alaska the day before.

            Draco had spent a lot of time with them over the last few days, telling them all about the Wizarding World and showing off a few tricks with his magic.

In exchange they’d told him all about their lives, how Eleazar had been part of the Volturi until finding his beautiful mate, how Kate, Tanya and Irina were apparently the origin’s of the term succubus, how they met Eleazar and Carmen after the loss of their vampire “mother” and how they had all chosen to live the life of a vegetarian vampire due to their fondness for humans.

One of the things that had come from their conversations was an invitation for Jasper and Draco to join them in Alaska once the wizard had been turned, encouraging him to join them in their remote home so that he would have a safe place to adjust to life as a vampire.

            Of course Irina-The-Bitch had sulked the entire time, barely speaking to anyone let alone Draco and when she did it was only to condemn the pack…

            No…Draco scolded himself silently…you promised to be more sympathetic.

            “Jasper?”

            “Hmm?”

            “I love you.”

            “I love you too.”

            “Jasper?”

            “Hmm?”

            “Make love to me…”

            Jasper let out something that was a cross between a growl and a groan as he used his enhanced strength to flip them over.

            Pressing his hips up against his husbands Draco let out an encouraging moan.

            Yes…this was what he needed…

            The sheets had become tangled about their legs, forcing Jasper to deal with hem before he could manoeuvre himself any closer to his husbands willing body.

            Tugging sharply at the restrictive fabric Jasper let out a grunt of frustration before finally giving up on being gentle and simply ripped the fabric from their bodies, the sheets quickly becoming nothing more than tatters.

            Draco was panting in anticipation as his husbands smoothed his hands down the wizards pale legs, almost seemingly to worship the soft skin before finally spreading the long limbs and settling his strong body between them.

            “Mmm…yes…” Draco moaned, eagerly spreading his legs for his husband.

            Trailing his hands down the vampires muscled back he squeezed the firm bottom the finally discovered, his moan transforming into something far more wanton as Jasper bucked his hips.

            Draco didn’t think he was ever going to get tired of this…

            It was as their bodies began to follow a familiar dance that he realised that something was wrong…terribly wrong…his stomach gave a sudden lurch, clenching uncomfortably in such a way that could only mean one thing…

            “Ugh…” he gasped suddenly, his skin turning ashen as he pushed against Jaspers chest, silently pleading with him to get off of him.

            “Draco? What is it?” Jasper asked, his voice high with panic as he moved to kneel beside his husband. Draco pressed a hand over his mouth while the other gently massaged his stomach. “What’s wrong?”

            “I…”

            Somehow Draco’s face lost what little colour it had left as he suddenly flung himself off of the bed and sprinted into the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before his stomach heaved painfully.

            “Draco?!”

            The only answer he received was a rather pathetic sounding sob before another wave of sickness hit him like a sledge hammer to the stomach.

            Reaching out gently Jasper wrapped one arm around his husbands heaving chest, helping to support his weight in the hunched over position his poor husband had been forced to adopt while his other hand smoothed the platinum block locks back from Draco’s damp forehead.

            It seemed like hours before his stomach finally settled down and he slumped back against his husband’s strong chest feeling weaker than he had in months.

            “That…wasn’t fun…” he mumbled weakly, turning his head to rest his burning hot forehead against the cool skin of his husband’s neck. “Ugh…”

            Jasper hummed sympathetically in his ear, stroking his hand up and down his husbands back for a moment before slowly moving them so that he could scoop him up into his strong arms.

            “How do you feel now, love?” he asked softly as he carefully carried his pale husband back to the bed they had been reclining so happily on only minutes before.

            “…icky…”

            “…icky?” Jasper repeated softly as he slowly lowered his husband down onto the beds comfortable mattress. It sounded like his husband was currently doing an impression of little Teddy.

            “Uh-huh…definitely icky…” Draco confirmed, somehow managing a small smile as he settled back against the pillows.

            Ignoring the tattered remains of the sheet lying at the edge of the bed Jasper moved to the foot of the large bed and untangled the thick comforter, something that had been kicked off of their bodies the night before.

            Once it had been shaken out he carefully laid it over his husband’s naked body in an effort to keep the cold from affecting his poor husband.

            “I’m sorry…” Draco sighed apologetically as Jasper perched on the edge of the bed, smoothing his hair back once more. “I have no idea what brought that on…”

            “Would you like me to get you a glass of water?” Jasper offered softly.

            “Yes, please…a mint wouldn’t go amiss either…” Draco mumbled, making a face as his brain registered the disgusting after taste lingering in his mouth.

            Jasper nodded, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his husband’s sweaty forehead before swiftly leaving the room.

            “Way to ruin the mood, Draco…” the wizard scolded himself once he was alone, his hands moving slowly over his still churning stomach. “So much for lazy morning sexy times…”

            Jasper returned only moments later, bringing with him a cool glass of water, a packet or extra-strong mints and what appeared to be a vial of anti-nausea potion.

            Oh, that was a welcome sight…

            Once Draco had been suitably dosed with the purple potion Jasper slipped into the bed beside his husband, carefully taking him into his arms and holding him close to his strong body.

            “Here,” Jasper murmured, offering the packet of mints.

            Draco thanked him, taking a handful of mints and crushing them up with his teeth, instantly feeling better as the disgusting taste was obliterated and replaced with the bright taste of minty freshness.

            “Your mother is worried about you,” Jasper murmured apologetically. “I’m afraid I had to ask her assistance to find the right potion for you.”

            “Wonderful…”

            Guess that meant his mother wasn’t going to leave him alone any time soon…

            “Feeling any better?” Jasper asked softly, his gentle hand beginning to rub up and down his husbands pale back in an utterly soothing manner.

            “Yeah…less icky…” Draco conceded.

            “Do you have any idea what brought that on?”

            “I can only guess that it must have been something that I ate,” Draco sighed sadly, snuggling further into his husband’s chest as he allowed himself to feel more than a little sorry for himself.

            He hated being ill.

            He always had.

            It made him feel so weak and…vulnerable.

            “Why did this have to happen today? I was going to suggest popping over to Harry and Jacob’s later,” he sighed loudly, pouting unhappily as he rubbed his cheek against the vampire’s smooth chest. “We haven’t seen them since the wedding.”

            “We can see how you’re feeling later on,” Jasper murmured soothingly, offering his husband the comfort and support he needed at that particular moment in time. “After all you don’t want to give it to Teddy if it turns out to be a stomach bug rather than food poisoning.”

            “Yeah, I guess you’re right…”

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            “I’m worried…” Narcissa sighed deeply, her hands stilling on the dress she had been wrapping carefully in the lightest of tissue paper, reading to be packed into her travelling case. “Are we doing the right thing?”

            “My love…” Lucius began softly but his wife cut him off,

            “We could wait another week, couldn’t we? Just until Draco’s feeling better. I know that we’ve arranged for everything to be moved by the end of the week but…” she suggested quickly. “I don’t like the idea of leaving our little dragon when he’s been so ill for the last five days…”

            Draco’s illness was a strange one, sickness and dizziness coming and going, leaving him weak and lethargic and very, very unhappy. His stomach could be settled by potions but they never lasted very long. And there was no fever to speak of.

            It was a mystery.

            “Narcissa…”

            “Our return can be put off for a few more days. It’s not like the engagements we had arranged can’t be re-scheduled. I don’t like seeing my little dragon so ill…I…I can’t leave him when he’s so ill…Lucius…”

            Lucius gathered his wife into his arms as her voice wavered, holding her close as he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

            “Narcissa, my love, if you want to delay our return to the Manor then we shall,” he reassured her softly, just as he would have done all along had she allowed him the chance to speak sooner. “I don’t like the idea of leaving our son in his current state any more than you do.”

            Narcissa let out a deep sigh of relief, snuggling into her husband’s chest.

            “If he’s not better by the end of the week I’m getting a healer to come and take a look at him, no matter how much he protests,” Narcissa announced firmly.

            So far their son had refused to allow them to fetch a healer, claiming that he had no need of one as whatever bug it was that he had managed to pick up would pass perfectly well without drawing outside attention to his ailment.

            “Agreed.”

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            Everything in the world was black and white, the colours reduced to various shades of grey just like in the old fashioned movies he and Jasper had watched.

            It was strange…

            But at the same time it wasn’t…

            An owl chirped loudly and he turned, finding the beautiful creature waiting impatiently on the windowsill of the small room, an all too familiar looking letter clutched in its strong beak.

            “Is that it? Is it here?” a child’s voice cried out.

            Turning he watched a small boy rush across the monochromatic room, his hands reaching out eagerly to take the letter from the owl.

            He frowned.

            Why was the boy so familiar?

            “Yes!” the boy cried out as he ripped open the envelope and pulled out the letter concealed inside, dropping the empty packaging to the floor without a care.

            That, for some reason, brought forth a strange mixture of fondness and annoyance from him. Somehow he just knew that the boy was forever abandoning his rubbish on the floor and that his next words should be…

            “Scorpius. The floor is not a rubbish bin!”

            “Sorry…” the boy mumbled, looking crestfallen for a moment before an achingly familiar smile broke out on his innocent face…Jaspers smile…“It’s just that…I got in! I’m going to Hogwarts!”

            Pride swelled within his chest.

            His son was going to Hogwarts…wait…

            His son?!?

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            Draco hadn’t told Jasper about the strange dreams he had been having since he’d first gotten ill…the strange dreams about their son…

            It was the medication.

            It had to be the medication.

            After all…what other possible explanation was there?

            “You know what? I’m getting really sick of being sick,” Draco grumbled as Jasper helped him back to his bed after yet another morning of emptying the contents of his stomach into the toilet. “It sucks…”

            “I know, my love,” Jasper murmured soothingly, passing his husband the potion that was sitting on the bedside cabinet ready to be used as it had been for nearly a week. “Perhaps we should allow your parents to summon a Healer...”

            Draco was saved from having to come up with an excuse not visit a Healer that wasn’t simply “I don’t like healers…” by the loud sound of his husbands mobile phone ringing loudly.

            “Alice? What…what?! Are you sure?” Jaspers voice rose with surprise and a small amount of shock, sitting upright suddenly with a frown appearing on his handsome face. Draco froze, wondering what on earth his sister-in-law had said that had caused his husband to panic so much. “Alice…yes…yes…when did…yes…of course…no, I understand…yes…we’ll be there presently…”

            Jasper closed his phone, slipping it into his pocket as he turned to face his husband, an expression of worry dominating his usually calm face.

            “What is it? What’s wrong?” Draco asked, a hand on his stomach as he waited impatiently for the potion to kick in. “Jasper…”

            “Bella and Edward have returned early from their honeymoon,” Jasper told him, his voice unusually firm. “Carlisle has called a family meeting.”

            “What’s wrong? Jasper? Is it Bella? Wait, of course it’s Bella – it’s always Bella,” Draco muttered, moving across the spacious bed to kneel facing his husband. “What’s wrong? Is she…is she hurt? Did Edward…did he turn her?”

            “No,” Jasper answered quickly with a shake of his head. “No, it’s not that. Although I fear that that would probably be easier to handle…”

            “What is it? Jasper, you’re really starting to scare me…”

            “She’s…somehow she’s…”

            “What?”

            “She’s pregnant.”

            “…what?!?” Draco gasped loudly, his voice heavy with disbelief. “But that’s…that’s not possible!” Draco gasped loudly, his voice heavy with disbelief. “She’s a muggle! And…and he’s a vampire…he’s dead! She can’t…she can’t be…”

            “And yet she is.”

            Draco blinked slowly, moving willingly into his husbands arms when the vampire offered them as he tried desperately to process the fact that for the second time in as many months one of his friends had discovered that they were pregnant.

            Seriously, was there something special in the water or something?

            “Alice can no longer see Bella’s future,” Jasper murmured softly. “However she was able to see Edward’s flight landing within the hour. Emmett and Rosalie have gone to meet them and Carlisle has called a family meeting in order to decide upon what is to be done.”

            Draco nodded in understanding.

            Thankfully the potion he’d dosed himself up with had calmed his stomach by the time they had finished getting dressed, Draco actually conceding to slum it in a faded pair of black jeans, a light grey t-shirt and one of Jasper’s navy blue hoodies.

            They decided against Apparating to the Cullen house, very aware that not even the anti-nausea potion would be able to combat the sheer amount of spinning and whirling that the magical method of transport would undoubtedly involve.

            Instead they took Jaspers bike…

            “Ugh…” Draco moaned softly as they came to a halt outside the Cullen’s beautiful house. “In hindsight that probably wasn’t the best idea…”

            As they headed up the steps towards the house he felt his husband place a gentle hand on his back, rubbing soothingly in a silent apology for being the one responsible for upsetting his stomach this time.

            “Oh, Alice you are an absolute star…” Draco breathed as the vampire, who had been waiting just inside the door, pressed a cool glass of water into his hand.

“Are they here yet?”

            “They got here a couple of minutes ago,” Alice answered, leading the way up the stairs and through the beautiful house until they reached the living room.

            “Bella!” Draco cried out, his voice a mixture of relief and worry as he hurried across the room to drop down beside his muggle friend on the sofa. She was wrapped up rather tightly in a thick woollen blanket, her hands clutching at her hidden stomach. “How…I mean…I don’t…how do you feel?”

            “Ok…” Bella answered softly. “A little weird…”

            “Totally understandable, all things considered…” Draco muttered, reaching out tentatively to place his hand on top of hers. “How…”

            “We don’t know how this happened,” Edward answered tensely, all but growling. “But we’re going to fix it.”

            “…fix it?” Draco repeated slowly.

            “He doesn’t want to keep it,” Bella answered softly, looking anywhere but at her husband. Draco felt his stomach turn cold. She couldn’t mean…“He wants…he wants me to get rid of it.”

            Rosalie growled loudly.

            “…he what?!”

            “He thinks it’s too dangerous…”

            “So because he deems it too dangerous you have to kill your baby?!”

            “Draco, we have no idea what the stress of carrying a half-vampire baby will do to Bella’s body,” Carlisle explained, his voice as calm as usual as he slipped easily into Dr Cullen mode. “We have no way of knowing what could happen during the pregnancy, what sort of dangers it could involve. It’s already become obvious that this pregnancy is happening at an accelerated rate…”

            “Hang on, let me get this straight,” Draco interrupted the head of the coven, his voice tense as he rose from his seat to stand between Bella and her in-laws. “Because you don’t know what is going to happen you immediately assume that whatever it is it’s gonna be bad?!”

            “Draco…”

            “I thought you were supposed to be a doctor!”

            “Draco…”

            “I mean for crying out loud, you haven’t even tried to find another option! They’ve only just got back and already you’re giving up?!”

            “Draco…”

            His body was practically vibrating thanks to the emotions pulsating through his body as he glared across at his in-laws, his fists clenched tightly at his sides.

            They wanted to…they wanted to kill an innocent baby!

            He couldn’t believe it…

            “Draco, love, I think you need to sit down…” Jaspers soft voice filtered through his anger, his gentle hands coming to rest on his shaking shoulders.

            Gasping loudly he shook his head.

            No…he couldn’t let them…

            “Have any of you even bothered to consider that there might be something in the magical world that can…that can…”

            Draco’s voice trailed off suddenly, his eyes going wide as his stomach gave what was quickly becoming an unwelcome but unfortunately familiar lurch.

            Not good…

            “I’m…I’m sorry but I’m going be…”

            A firm grip on his arm propelled him through the beautiful house, depositing him inside a vaguely familiar bathroom just in case…

            “Draco?”

            There was no way he could answer his friends worried voice as his pitiful breakfast was making an unwelcome re-appearance…again…

            Seriously…how could there be anything left?!

            A gentle pair of hands that were too small and delicate to be his husbands smoothed his hair back from his face until he finally let out a relieved sob and reached up to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth.

            “This is getting ridiculous…”

            “Draco, how long have you been getting sick like this?” Carlisle’s concerned voice filled the bathroom as two sets of hands helped him back on to his feet while someone else flushed away the mess he’d made.

            “Ugh…”

            “He’s been like this for a little over a week,” Jasper murmured, pulling his husband tightly against his chest and rubbing a hand up and down his back.

            Resting his heavy head on his husbands shoulder Draco looked across the small bathroom just in time to catch Esme and Carlisle sharing a concerned yet almost knowing look.

            “Draco, is it true that wizards can carry a child?” Carlisle asked softly.

            “Um…yes, they can…”

            “Is it at all possible that–”

            “No!” Draco cut of the vampire doctor’s tentative question, pulling away from his husband and pushing his way out of the claustrophobic bathroom, heading back towards the living room. “No, I can’t be pre…I can’t be because we always use...we always use…no, it’s not possible…it’s not…”

            “That’s what I said…” Bella muttered.

            “Oh…Merlin’s beard…” Draco whimpered, collapsing down on the sofa beside her with his hands automatically resting over his flat stomach. A cold chill ran up and down his spine as a vivid memory assaulted him, a vivid memory of a time they didn’t use the contraceptive spell. “Our honeymoon…”

            Alice held out a familiar vial.

            “Ugh…” Draco whimpered, accepting the vial with a shaking hand.

            Sickness.

            Mood swings.

            Dizziness.

            …oh…not good…

            Un-corking the vial his eyes locked with his husbands as he knocked the potion back, gulping it down in one go with only a slight grimace at the taste.

            The room was silent as everyone waited…and waited…and…

            “Oh!” Draco gasped sharply as a golden glow settled over his stomach.

            “Well, you know what they say…” Esme breathed, almost sounding relieved as she smiled across at the stunned wizard and his equally stunned husband. “These things always come in threes.”

            Threes.

            Harry.

            Bella.

            …Draco.

            “Oh fu–”

A/N I am so sorry that this took so long but I have had so much going on it’s insane (If you’re interested within the last two weeks alone I’ve have two performances with my theatre group, choir rehearsals, “supervisor development” training/examinations at work and to top it all off I’ve done my ankle in…on a bouncy castle.) I really hope that this was worth the wait for you all – I had a heck of a time getting it to flow right I can tell you! Feedback/Suggestions/Requests more than welcome!

IMPORTANT A/N – PLEASE BE AWARE THAT I WILL BE USING QUOTES FROM BOTH THE BOOKS AND FILMS OF ‘THE TWILIGHT SAGA’ BY STEPHANIE MEYER.
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