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Love Forced Upon Us COMPLETE	By : Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 25105 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Part 1
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 4
- 5
- 6
UPDATED: November 2018 - Improved grammar, punctuation, and spelling.
AN: This is a much darker story that most of my usual writing, please do pay attention to the warnings given and do not read if you think you will be affected by any of the subject matter.
WARNINGS: This story will contain some adult themes, including non-consensual sexual activity, graphic scenes of hetero. sexual activity and abuse. This story also contains pregnancy, gender changing potions, major and minor character death (I have been advised to add a major character death warning, these are minor characters in the canon, but more major for this story; but are not Harry or Draco) and both heterosexual and homosexual relationships.
Enjoy.
Part 5

“Hermione, you are always nagging me to get this paperwork sorted and I am finally doing it, what could possibly be so important?” Ron moaned as his girlfriend dragged him from his office by his hand.
“Draco wants to talk to you about something, something important,” she told him.
“Draco wants to talk to me?” Ron frowned. “What did he do? Am I going to want to kill him?”
“Just promise me you will hear him out.” Hermione gave him a pointed look as she took a handful of floo powder.
“Yeah, yeah, I promise.” Ron rolled his eyes and stepped into the fireplace alongside her.
“Ron, Hermione,” Draco greeted them.
"Draco," Ron answered slowly, "I am assuming by the fact that we have an escort in the form of Hermione, I am not going to like what you have to talk to me about."
Draco shrugged. "Maybe not but if you hear me out, then I think we will be okay."
"All right..." Ron narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the blond but took a seat opposite him nonetheless.
"So, you already know how much Harry means to me but it is slightly more complicated than that..." Draco started to explain.
"If you even think about suggesting leaving Harry and your child you won't even make it out of this room alive," Ron threatened, Hermione's hand on his shoulder trying to keep him in his seat.
"What…? No, quite the opposite! I don't want to ever leave them, which is why I asked Harry to marry me," Draco told him quickly.
That was apparently enough to shock Ron calm. "She said yes, didn't she?" he asked.
"She did," Draco confirmed. "You're not mad about this?"
"Surprisingly, no." Ron looked as puzzled by this as Draco. Hermione was just smiling. "I guess I figured after everything the pair of you went through together, neither of you would really ever be okay with anyone else." Ron sighed slightly, leaning back on the sofa. "Suppose this was inevitable, though a bit sooner than I would have expected."
Draco and Hermione were staring at him as if they had never seen him before.
"Ron, that was... insightful," Hermione praised.
"That was kind of what I was hoping to explain," Draco told him. "Apparently, I didn't need to. As for it being kind of quick, it will be a lot easier while Harry is still female than if we waited until she took the potion to revert her back to a guy. And we are at war, I hate the idea that something could happen to one of us and the world would never know just how much I love her."
Ron nodded. "That makes sense."
"That makes sense?" Draco raised an eyebrow, "Honestly, Ron, it sounds a lot like you are okay with this."
"I am," Ron said certainly. "If you can make Harry smile again, then I am would even go so far as to say I approve."
"That is a deal I can live with, she really does have a great smile." Draco had to consciously make an effort not to go all doe-eyed at the thought.
"Okay then. Now that you two aren't going to kill each other, I am going to go help Harry plan a wedding," Hermione told them, leaving the two boys sitting facing each other in a rather awkward silence.
-#-
Neither Harry nor Draco wanted to wait and given they were getting married quickly anyway they decided they wanted it to happen before their son's birth. So it was only just over three weeks later that Harry stood opposite Draco.
Draco was wearing robes of such a dark shade of blue, Harry was still refusing to admit they weren't black and Harry was wearing emerald green robes, which Molly and Andromeda had made for her especially, her now extremely large belly making her look even more petite.
Both were wearing matching grins and the small gathering of Ron, Hermione, Pansy, Mrs Weasley and Andromeda all knew this was a marriage that would last.
Professor McGonagall presided over the ceremony and they kept it short and sweet.
Their hands were bound together and vows of love, fidelity, honesty, respect and family were spoken. The bonding magic humming around them, marking them as joined for life and when Draco Malfoy kissed Harry Malfoy for the first time the small room was filled with applause and happy cheers.
They ate a meal together, laughing and talking. It was nothing fancy or grand but it was without pretentiousness. At the end of the day, Harry and Draco were married, with friends around them, and that was all they cared about.
It was getting late as Pansy watched Harry stand on tiptoes trying to kiss Draco, who was deliberately always an inch or so too far away; the pair of them laughing at their game, eyes only for each other. Their special day and they had had to keep it so secret; it wasn’t fair. She wanted Draco and his new family to live freely.
Sighing to herself, she knew what she had to do, her role to play in all of this. She could only conclude that she had spent too much time around Gryffindors lately because it would most definitely not be a Slytherin move. This she could give to them, a chance for them to win this war.
Draco smiled and waved at her as he led his now very tired looking wife into the house.
She was glad, tonight meant he would be too busy to see her unshed tears and no-one stopped her or even noticed as she left. This would be her wedding gift to them; a chance.
-#-
“My lord.” Pansy was standing near the doorway she knew the dark lord would be walking through. She bowed deeply giving him a clear view into the cleavage that her corset created. She felt repulsed but she had promised Draco in her letter, there was only one way she was going to get close enough to pull it off.
“Follow,” he hissed at her, as she was sure he would.
Frequently he would take any young pretty thing he saw back to his rooms for the night, male or female, it didn’t seem to matter. All those who would ever catch his eye had quickly learned to stay out of sight when possible, particularly in the evenings.
Pansy was one of those who had learnt the hard way and that evening, when she had still been only sixteen years old and relatively innocent was one of the main reasons Draco had made her promise to get away from Voldemort and his Death Eaters.
She couldn’t help the shudder or the acid in her stomach and throat as she tried desperately not to vomit at the memories of the last time she had followed. She glanced over her shoulder at the large snake, which was moving side to side, as though ready to prevent her escape. Perhaps others had tried, she had not heard stories to indicate so but if they did not survive such attempts it made sense that she wouldn’t have.
His rooms were much the same as the rest of the mansion, large and dark. Clearly once this was a grand master bedroom but didn’t look like it had been updated any time in the last hundred and fifty years. She supposed she was glad it was not the same mansion where her fate had fallen upon her last, the anxieties of what she was about to do were enough without anything triggering unwanted memories.
Nagini curled up on a blood red chaise-longue which made her greenish hue stand out in sharp relief.
Pansy jumped as Voldemort ran a hand, over the exposed part of her breasts from over her shoulder. He was tall, she had forgotten quite how tall, but now that he was towering over her whilst standing so close behind her that she could hear his breathing, she felt very small.
She took a deep breath. She had to let this happen, there would be no way she would be able to get close enough to Nagini with any kind of weapon whilst he was awake. She tried to steel herself but almost stumbled with a gasp when he spun her around to face him and slashed the front of her corset open with a silent spell, ripping it away from her body as soon as it fell loose.
She focused on a tapestry showing a grand landscape, which was hanging on the wall near the bed, wanting to look anywhere but at the monster who was exposing her to the elements.
Her mind drifted to Draco, to what he and Harry went through at the hands of this madman. She was not the self-sacrificing sort, she was a Slytherin to her core after all, but she loved Draco. She loved him enough to want to end this for him, for him and that child of his, even for Harry, who she knew was always going to be the love of the blond’s life.
She hoped he would forgive her for not doing as she was told, for not staying away, though she was sure she would never know. This was not a night she thought she would survive. She would, of course, try to but she had no delusions about the odds.
A yelp escaped her throat as he grabbed her by her hair and pulled her against his lips, her eyes and mouth were pinched shut. Dragging her by the grip he had on her hair he practically threw her onto the bed, her breasts aching with the sudden movement and feeling painfully vulnerable, now she was aware that he had rid of her of all clothing.
He slithered out of his own robes and hissed in amusement at the trembling girl beneath him, not caring if it was from fear or the cold. It made no difference to him, either way, she was uncomfortable and at his mercy, which was how he liked his playthings.
He wasted no time taking her and she took no pleasure in the act, his hands seemed to be everywhere and she shed a few small tears that this might be the last time that anyone would touch her, losing herself in the memories of when her and Draco had explored each other as young teenagers, in the almost innocence of their actions and pleasure.
Apparently, the monster was done with her because she became aware that the weight of him on top of her lifted and she rolled onto her side watching Nagini curled up on the seat at the side of the room which, thankfully, seemed to have dozed off.
The heavy curtains fell out of their holders that had kept them parted and Pansy realised that she had been able to see only due to the moonlight that had been coming through the window. Now, in the heavy darkness, she could barely make out the silhouettes of either the man breathing heavily next to her or the snake.
It felt like an eternity lying there, on top of the covers, not daring to move, waiting for the madman to fall asleep. She was so cold and shivering uncontrollably by the time she was sure the breathing next to her meant that he was fully unconscious. She slid off the bed and scrabbled around on the floor till she found a robe and pulled it on, easing some of the harsh cold of the air in the room.

Still on her knees, she felt around some more, until a hand landed on her corset and she almost sighed in relief. She slid the small blade out of the space between the boning where it was hidden.
She was tempted, oh so tempted to slit the bastard man’s throat, but she knew well enough from talking with Hermione that it would do no good if she didn’t kill the snake; so she crawled till she was close enough to be able to see the snakes head and not hesitating she pushed the blade against its neck and added pressure, sliding through the flesh as both the creature and the monster on the bed howled with pain.
The snake was dead, she had done it. These were the only thoughts that she had time to process before a deafening furious hiss filled the room followed by a blinding green light. Voldemort’s rage seemed to explode from him, his own greed and lust had been his undoing.
The small feeble girl, whose body had looked as perfect when he had taken her not a few hours before, was now completely devoid of all signs of life.
He would not spare her another moment and summoned a house elf to remove her immediately. He had no choice but to get the boy by any means now, it was the only option left to him; else defeat was inevitable.
-#-
Draco awoke with a small smile on his face, memories of the perfect day they had had in the forefront of his mind. He checked that his beautiful, young, pregnant wife was still sleeping peacefully before getting up to relieve himself.
He went to stand by the window to look out at the beautiful spring morning, smiling as Harry mumbled something unintelligible in her sleep. As he went to go back to looking at their beautiful view, he spotted a cream coloured envelope on the dresser.
It was nice paper was the first thing he noticed; the next was Pansy’s tiny but elegant scrawl on the front ‘Draco’, which made him raise an eyebrow in confusion. Why would she have left him a letter? She had expressed her happiness plenty the day before and he couldn’t think why else she would have left him a letter. it made him nervous.
Turning it over and sliding a finger under the wax seal of the Parkinson family, it easily popped open. He took out the single piece of paper inside, which was folded in half and flattened it.
‘Dearest Draco,
I hope you know how sincerely I mean my joy at your happiness and that I was honoured to be standing with you on such a joyous occasion. Treat Harry well and let her treat you as well as I know she wants to. She loves you, as I have always loved you, as I always will love you and so I beg you to trust in that love you share. Let it be as great as it should be. I am glad that if it couldn’t be me, it is her.
I am sorry I will never meet that son of yours. I am sure he will be every bit as beautiful as his parents and every bit as loved. I am sorry I will not be able to see you, Harry and the Order finish this war and free us all. I am sorry I was not able to do as you told me and stay safe.
Know what I am choosing to do, I do for love; my love for you. It was always for you, Draco. I will let Him take me again, one last time and as he sleeps I will kill the snake in the knowledge that when he comes for your boy, you will be able to slay the beast and protect your family.
Name him something for me; don’t let me be forgotten, least of all by you. Do not try to stop me or to save me, it is already done by the time you read this. If I am not back with you explaining then I have been reunited with all the family that was stolen from me.
Love, forever and always
Your Pansy.’
Tears were flowing in streams by the time he was done reading. His breaths were deep and laboured. It was a few seconds filled with heavy silence before Draco let out a pained scream.
Harry jerked awake suddenly at the sound and at the sight of her husband in such distress, she got out of bed as quickly as possible, hand on her belly to support their child who was almost at full term. She fell to her knees pulled Draco against her side.
“Talk to me, what could make you this upset,” Harry asked softly but Draco was still sobbing uncontrollably.
Seeing the note held gently between the blond’s elegant fingers, Harry took it and began to read.
As he began to process the words, an ache filled his heart, grief for her new husband’s terrible loss, love for the sacrifice that Pansy had made for them all and he realised, grief for a friend she had barely had time to get to know.
-#-
The emotions were tense over the next week, as everyone was in awe of what Pansy had done and mourned her death.
Draco was incredibly moved by how devastated the Gryffindor trio all were, he supposed Hermione and Ron had gotten to know her well during her time spying and Harry told him that he felt that he had lost a friend just when he found her.
This sombre mood was somewhat lifted by the fact that she had given them the most amazing gift, a chance to end it all. If they could kill him now, it would be over, or close to it. Everyone seemed quiet, contemplative. That was until the day that the baby Harry was carrying decided he wanted out.
"How the hell does this hurt so freaking much?" Harry asked with tears rolling down her face, a death grip on Draco's hand.
She was crouching next to their bed, rocking herself slightly as Draco rubbed circles onto her lower back in hopes of easing the pain even slightly.
"You are doing so well, Harry," Molly told her for the fourth time that hour.
She had already been going for about four hours and still had a fair way to go. Molly was on hand to help deliver the baby because they couldn't risk letting someone unknown into the house, nor taking Harry elsewhere.
"Please, Draco, please make it stop," Harry begged.
"Harry, love, I would if I could." Draco placed a small kiss on Harry's shoulder as his wife moaned with the pain of another contraction.
It was another three hours of effort and pain before a very tired Harry finally managed to give birth to a baby boy. Harry leaned against Draco as their small son was laid in her arms and she wept with a combination of exhaustion and joy.
"You did great, Harry," Molly told her with a kiss to the forehead. "I am very proud of you and he is beautiful."
"He looks like you, Draco," Harry told him with a soft smile.
"Lucky boy," Draco chuckled, gently moving Harry into arms his so he could get a better look at their newborn son.
"I would like to name him Orion," Harry told her husband. "It was Sirius' middle name and it a constellation name like yours."
"Orion..." Draco said thoughtfully, "I like Orion, but his middle name is Parker, in memory of Pansy Parkinson, who died for him."
"Orion Parker Malfoy," Harry tested out the name, "Hi Orion Parker Malfoy, my beautiful baby boy."
-#-
Harry was enjoying the quiet; she really did love her son and love being a mother but Orion was five months old and she had barely had a moment to herself since his birth. Draco, however, was currently being a doting father and so Harry was curled up on their bed reading Tales of Beedle the Bard, which she felt that she ought to be familiar with before she started having to read it to Orion.
The room’s dim light was disturbed when Harry caught sight of a silvery glow at the edge of her vision. Looking up from her book she found herself face to face with a silvery otter.
“Come down to the potions’ lab,” it spoke with Hermione’s voice, “I think I might have finally have found the solution.”
Harry grinned. Maybe she wouldn’t be stuck as a woman for as long as she thought. She had managed to almost come to terms with the idea of being this way for at least another year or so, following Hermione and Draco’s explanations about how complicated it would be to figure out the exact counter potion to the one Voldemort had used.
She practically jumped up from her seat throwing the book down on a nearby table and made her way down to the lab. She hadn’t been down there at all, because of the risks to her pregnancy with Orion before and because she didn’t want to watch her friend struggling to find the solution she so desperately wanted since then.
Harry knocked on the door and heard Hermione call for her to come in.
“Harry.” Hermione was grinning from ear-to-ear as she dropped what looked like a very finely chopped plant into one of the cauldrons. “I think I have it, I am just making up another batch, to make sure I have it exactly right, then I want to do some tests with it on your blood and…”
She stopped. Harry had turned slightly green and had the back of one of the hands over her mouth, the other on her stomach.
“Are you okay, Harry?”
Harry tried to shake her head to indicate not, whilst backing out of the room, but felt her legs start to shake under her. It was lucky Hermione starting to come over to her as soon as she saw Harry didn’t look well because she only just managed to catch Harry before she hit the floor.
Helping her out into the hall and shutting the door behind them Hermione sat her friend against the wall.
“What happened?” Hermione asked.
“Not sure. What the hell was that smell? It was… I can’t even describe…”
Harry still looked really quite unwell and Hermione automatically started casting a few basic diagnostic spells.
“Oh.” She looked nervously at Harry and as Hermione explained what the spells had told her, Harry just stared at her in shock.
It was almost five minutes before Harry’s shock seemed to fade enough to turn to annoyance.
“I am going to kill him,” she declared as she got to her feet and made her way upstairs, stamping loudly on each step.
Hermione stared after her friend for a few moments before getting up to follow at a more sedate pace, hoping Draco was at least still mostly in one piece by the time she got there.
-#-
“You!!” Harry stormed into the living room with a look of fury on her face, fingers pointed in accusation at Draco.
Draco was at a complete loss as to what he had done but wasn’t really concerned until Harry took Orion from his arms and passed him to a rather stunned Ron, who was sitting on one of the sofas.
“Harry, I don’t know what I did but I am sure I didn’t mean to.” Draco pleased, routed the spot, as his wife turned back to face him.
She didn’t speak but marched back over to her now very apprehensive looking husband and hit him on the arm. It wasn’t really very hard but Draco was sure there would at least be a bruise.
“You…” She hit him again between each word, “… complete… arse…”
Draco managed to grab her wrists before she could hit him again.
“Hey, how about you start by telling me what I have done?”
Harry continued to try to hit out as Ron looked on with a mixture of concern, amusement and suspicion about what the former Slytherin had done. After a few more seconds Harry almost collapsed against Draco with quiet sobs.
“Ron, why don’t we give them a minute.” Hermione had followed Harry into the room and when it seemed he was about to protest she gave him a look that made it clear that it was not a suggestion.
Once he was sure they were alone Draco sat the still sobbing Harry on the sofa, sat next to her and pulled her such that her head was resting on his chest.
“You ready to tell me what this is all about?”
“Hermione thinks she has figured out how to turn me back,” Harry mumbled.
Confused, Draco decided he must be missing something. “Isn’t that a good thing? No one is going to make you take the potion if you don’t want to, and you know I am not going anywhere no matter what you choose.”
“It would be a good thing... IF I could actually use it.” Harry just sounded more sad than angry now, which actually worried Draco even more.
“Why…?”
“Hermione called me down to the lab,” Harry interrupted before Draco would even ask, “she wanted to show me the potion but as soon as I went it the smell made me sick.”
Draco still wasn’t following but decided to wait out his wife’s story now that she was talking rather than crying or hitting.
“I nearly passed out, so Hermione sat, me down and did a couple of diagnostic spells to make sure that I was okay.”
“You are okay, right?” Draco asked his stomach doing nervous flips. He didn’t know what he would do if there was something seriously wrong with his Harry. He gently put a hand on her chin and tilted her head up to look her in the eye.
“Yeah… sort of, it’s… erm…”
“Seriously, just tell me, Harry. You have me really worried. It can’t possibly be as bad as half the things going through my head right now, love.” Draco put a hand on her cheek to stop her when she started to look away. “Harry,” he said sternly.
“I’m nearly a month pregnant… again.”
Whatever Draco had been thinking Harry was about to say, that was not even on the list.
“Erm… what!? Are you sure?” he asked.
Harry just nodded.
“But Orion’s only five months old… that means we are going to have another child when he is... only just one,” Draco said, blinking several times to try and clear his thoughts, which were racing.
“I know,” Harry said quietly, cuddling into Draco more.
It took a couple of minutes but Draco eventually remembered how to speak again.
“Oh Harry, I am so sorry.” He wrapped himself around his young wife. “This is too much. I mean, we are still only eighteen, we already have one child to care for, not to mention we are at war and being hunted...”
Harry sobbed quietly against Draco. “You want me to not have this baby?” she whispered.
“WHAT?” Draco pulled back to be able to look Harry in the eye again. “I didn’t say that. know the circumstances are not what we would have hoped for but I will ALWAYS want EVERY child you can give me. You DO want this child… right?”
Draco suddenly felt less sure about his declaration, he would never want to push Harry into having a child she didn’t want.
Harry gave him a timid and relieved smile. “Yes. I am still mad at you for this though. Can you please stop knocking me up now?”
Draco wasn’t able to hold back his laugh at this, “It takes two to tango, sweetheart.”
His remark earned him a hand to the back of his head. He was always going to be covered in bruises if Harry kept this up.
“I am sorry you have to wait to use Hermione’s potion though." Draco hesitated for a moment, before adding, "It will be great for Orion to have a brother or sister though, right?”
“Yeah, it will.” Harry reached up to kiss her husband. “I love you… I hate you a little bit at the moment, but I will always love you.”
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