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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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“Dray?”

Draco looked up at the tentative query to see Celeste in his doorway, biting her lip and fiddling with her skirt. “Dray, I’m sorry. I was being irrational and… Well, I’ve been thinking. I can’t tell Molly who I am, she’s loyal to Dumbledore to a fault, and she’d tell him, but… Your mum is an option. Right? I could always talk to her about what I’m going through.”

Draco bit his lip in thought. “I suppose you can go to her with your concerns. Due to your delicate condition, we may even be able to get her a visit. She’d have more reason to be here than anyone, save Arabella. And she did say her pregnancy with me was hard, so she more than anyone would know what you’re going through.”

Celeste blushed. “I’m sorry we fought.” She mumbled.

Draco stood and walked up to her, wrapping his arms around her. “Don’t worry about it. I’m sorry, too. We’ll just put this behind us and move on, shall we?” He asked, pulling back a bit and smiling winningly at his wife. “So, what do you say we go into your room and brainstorm with Pansy and Millie so you have a list of questions for either my mum or Arabella, whomever you decide to ask to see, hm?”

Celeste nodded. “That sounds like a good plan.”

*****

“And don’t forget to invite us to the baby shower, of course.” Pansy said, poking Harry in the side.

Harry rolled over onto his back to escape her fingers and asked, “What baby shower?”

Millie sighed. “You’re going to have a baby shower. I’m sure Narcissa’s already written to Arabella and started planning it.” She answered.

Draco snorted. “Yes, and the two of them are quite close, too. They’ll agree on most things, which means it’ll be planned out pretty quickly. Did you know, if Blaise was a girl, I was supposed to be betrothed to him?”

Harry scowled. “Well, I’m glad he’s a boy, then.”

“Aren’t we all? Honestly, Blaise is much better off stag. Just look at his mother! How many husbands has she had? And every one died suspiciously.” Millie pointed out.

Harry grinned. “Well, the first one was kind of expected. He was old, his heart almost couldn’t handle the consummation as it was. The second time just finished him off.” He told her. “Arabella and I laughed over it when she told me how she’d been dreading having to sleep with him again, and then he died just as things were getting heated.”

Pansy turned a little green. “Well, he was old enough to know better than to marry again. But her parents saw how rich he was and little else, and decided to ensure her fortune while they had the chance. With his money and her looks, she’s set for life.”

Harry nodded. “She really is. As for the others, well, she won’t allow a man to mistreat her, and as soon as they show signs that they might, that’s it. She never gives them a chance to turn bad, she just assumes they will at some point. Blaise doesn’t seem to mind too much. He’s just learned not to get too attached.”

Millie chuckled. “She’s s strong-willed woman with enough money to make the Aurors look the other way. It’s no wonder she doesn’t get caught.”

“She covers her tracks well, too.” Harry pointed out. “They never find any evidence pointing to her, they just have suspicions. It’s never enough to take her in on.”

Pansy nodded. “Anyway, I should get to bed.” She said, standing up and heading for the bathroom. “Try to remember silencing charms tonight, boys.” She said in a long-suffering tone.

Millie got up as well, with a laugh. “I don’t envy you your room. Do you hear them every night?” She asked, following Pansy.

“Just about.” Pansy answered as they shut the bathroom door behind themselves.

Harry flushed and Draco chuckled. “Well, I suppose it was bound to come out sooner or later.” The blond said in amusement.

“Oh, shut up.” Harry said, grabbing a pillow and burying his red face in it.

Draco just shook his head. “Love, look at me.” He cajoled, trying to pull the pillow away from Harry’s face.

“I’d rather suffocate, thanks.” Harry’s voice came out muffled.

Draco snorted. “I can’t let you die. Not now that I’ve finally gotten my hands on you. Come on, give me the pillow.” He said, trying to gently pull it away from Harry’s face.

Harry held on tighter. “No.” He said firmly.

Draco sighed. “You’re going to need to get a decent breath soon, you know. And you really shouldn’t be denying yourself proper oxygen in your condition.” He pointed out.

Harry let go of the pillow and sat up straight. “You’re right.” He realized.

Draco smiled. “I’m sure that short a time was fine, but try not to let this become a habit.”

Harry nodded. “I won’t. So, we need to invite your mother over for the next appointment, when we find out the sex of the baby. That would be the best time for me to ask her my questions.” He said.

“We should really write her while we’re thinking of it.” Draco said, getting up and walking over to Harry’s desk. He sat down and began composing the letter. “The appointment’s this Saturday, right?” He checked. “I’ll have to send Imperious, he’s the only one fast enough to give her at least two days’ notice. She’ll be upset if she doesn’t have enough time to prepare.”

Harry snorted. “Oh, God, tell me you’re joking!” He said.

Draco turned to him with one eyebrow raised. “Of course not! She needs enough time to plan how she wants to look when she comes here, and that takes at least forty-eight hours.” He said evenly.

“And now I see where your pretentiousness comes from!” Harry said dryly.

Draco’s eyes narrowed. “You’d better watch your mouth, Golden Boy.” He warned.

Harry smirked. “Or you’ll what?” He challenged.

“Well, I can’t hurt you while you’re carrying my child, but I can and will withhold sex. So, how pretentious am I?” He purred.

Harry smiled brightly. “Very!” He chirped.

“Wrong answer.” Draco snapped, turning back to the desk and picking up the quill again. “No sex tonight.”

Harry hummed, still smiling. “Fine. I’ll just wank.” He said lightly, standing up and stripping off his trousers.

Draco huffed. “It won’t feel nearly as good as what I can do for you.” He said.

“No, it won’t.” Harry agreed. “But it will fill the need, at least.” He finished, pulling off his shirt and reclining on the bed nude. He reached for his cock and began stroking, closing his eyes and tilting his head back as he let out a soft moan.

Draco ignored him, finishing the letter and rolling it up. He stood and walked to the door. “Go ahead and wank yourself raw. We both know it’ll never compare. You’ll be eating your words soon enough, Lover.” He purred, leaving to take the letter to the Owlery.

*****

Harry was still laying in bed nude when Draco returned, except that now he was no longer hard and had a sated smile on his face.

Draco smirked. “So, was it good?” He teased.

Harry shrugged. “Good enough, Your Royal Pretentiousness.” He answered.

Draco just rolled his eyes and turned away, taking off his clothes. He’d moved one of his uniforms into Harry’s room when they’d married, and every time he changed in the room, the uniform he’d been wearing, once cleaned by the house-elves, was hung in Harry’s wardrobe, ready to be worn again.

Harry watched him undress with hooded eyes. “Mm, so you’re still going to sleep with me?” He asked in a teasing tone.

Draco chuckled. “I see no reason not to. It’s not like I’ll give in to you until you take back the comment, so why should I give us both a bad night’s sleep? We both know we sleep better together.” He said, getting into bed and wrapping his arms around Harry. “Good night, Love.”

Harry smiled as he cast nox, plunging the room into darkness. “Good night, Mr. Pretentious.”

*****

Draco woke to the feel of a soft bottom rubbing deliciously against his cock. He groaned and grabbed Harry’s hips in both hands and leaned in to whisper in his ear: “How pretentious am I?”

Harry moaned, then answered, and Draco could hear the smile in his voice. “Terribly.”

Draco growled and thrust up against Harry once, then rolled out of bed. “Then you’ll be dealing with that alone.” He said, glancing pointedly at the tented bedcovers.

Harry pouted, but took his cock in his hand and began to stroke it.

Draco reached down to his and stroked it slowly, watching Harry and licking his lips provocatively.

Harry groaned. “Tease.” He panted, watching Draco watching him.

The two teased each other with looks and moans, trying to get the other to break first, both unwilling to back down.

Draco came first, whispering Harry’s name.

The soft exhalation that barely counted as a word sent Harry over the edge and he arched, gasping out Draco’s name.

The blond sent a cleaning spell his way and smirked. “Was it good for you?” He teased.

Harry glared at him. “Would have been better if I’d had you.” He said without much heat.

“Ah, but we both know you don’t want to sleep with someone as pretentious as me, now, do you?” Draco asked, going through the wardrobe to find his clothes.

Harry huffed out a laugh. “I’m willing to make certain allowances.” He denied, getting up and smacking Draco on the arse as he pulled out his uniform and started dressing.

Draco found his own clothes and changed, then grabbed Harry’s wand and spelled his hair into place carefully.

Harry finished changing and cast a quick spell to work all the tangles out of his curls and make them sleeker, then pulled most of them back and into a ponytail, leaving a few free to frame his face.

Draco watched him from the bed as Harry carefully applied his make-up, covering the scar and accenting his lovely eyes. “You look beautiful, Love.” He said once Harry was satisfied.

Harry smiled at him and stood. “Ready to face the world?” He asked.

Draco took his hand. “With you by my side, always.” He answered.

They left the room and headed for breakfast.

*****

“Mrs. Malfoy, please stay after class.” Severus called out as the class gathered up their things and handed in the vials of their potion.

Harry stayed seated until it was just him, Severus and Draco in the room, then walked up to the Potions Master. “Yes?” He asked curiously.

“I’ve decided that Polyjuice may not be the answer. I’ll need a vial of your blood.” He said, holding up a small vial. “I’ll need another when you are female.” He added.

Harry rolled up a sleeve and held out his arm. “Go ahead.”

Severus cast diffindo, cutting him and holding the vial under the cut so it could fill.

Draco watched as Harry closed his eyes and swayed just a bit. He reached out and wrapped an arm around his waist, helping to steady him.

Once the vial was full, Severus healed the cut. “When will your female period be?” He asked, labeling the vial and storing it in the top drawer of his desk, which he kept locked with several strong spells.

Harry sighed. “Next week, Tuesday through Saturday.” He answered.

Severus nodded. “Then Tuesday I will need another vial.”

Harry nodded. “Can I ask what you’re going to do with it?”

“I’m going to attempt to decode your DNA and meld the two strands together as they were to re-write your genetic code as it used to be. It will likely take me years, but I will do my best to return you to your previous state.” Severus promised.

Harry nodded. “Alright. I can wait as long as it takes. There’s no rush, just let me know if you ever get it figured out.” He said.

Severus nodded. “You will be the first person to know.” He swore.

Harry smiled. “Thanks. It means a lot to me.” He said, then he and Draco left the room.

Severus sighed. ‘Draco, please forgive me if I find the answer.’ He prayed. ‘I’m only doing this so that you’ll know you were freely chosen.’

*****

Harry and Draco walked into the Hospital Wing hand-in-hand to find Madam Pomfrey and Narcissa already there, waiting for them.

Madam Pomfrey smiled at them. “On the bed, please, Mrs. Malfoy, and we’ll take a look.” She said cheerfully, pulling out her wand.

Harry laid down and watched as the Mediwitch cast a charm over his abdomen and a small image of the baby hovered above him.

She cast another charm and the image seemed to roll over, displaying itself from every angle.

“Hmm, you’re having a girl. Congratulations. Everything looks fine.” She waved her wand again and the sound of a rapid heartbeat filled the air. After a few moments, she nodded. “Nothing’s wrong there either. A healthy baby girl.” She declared.

Narcissa sniffed and smiled. “Oh, Draco, you’re going to be a father! A little girl! Oh, thank you for letting me be here for this!” She said, turning to Harry.

Harry smiled as Madam Pomfrey waved her wand and the sound and image disappeared. “Of course. I had some questions to ask, if you don’t mind. We figured you’d be the best choice to ask, since I don’t have a mother of my own anymore, so..?”

Narcissa wiped away a stray tear and nodded. “Of course. I’ll answer anything you want.”

“Let’s take this to the Room of Requirement.” Draco suggested. “We can chat over tea.”

*****

“I did read in one of my books that pregnancy tends to increase the drive for… Sex,” Harry whispered the word, flushing, “but mine has actually suffered a decline.” He said. “I just don’t seem to want it as much as I did before.”

Narcissa smiled. “That can happen. Are you having a lot of morning sickness?” She asked.

Harry nodded. “Yes. I’m sick a lot. I can usually keep food down, but the nausea is almost always there, in the background.”

“Well, that’s most likely where the problem stems from. It’s hard to feel sexy when you’re feeling sick, Dear.” She reached over and patted his hand. “Don’t worry, your morning sickness may abate in a few weeks, and your sex drive will return when you’re no longer feeling sick all the time.”

“Is it safe to have sex? Even while I’m female?” Harry asked, still flushing a little bit.

Narcissa laughed. “Oh, dear me, yes! It’s perfectly safe, until you get very close to the end of your pregnancy. Your Mediwitch or Mediwizard will tell you when it’s time to stop having sex.” She told him. “Until that time, both you and Draco should enjoy your body. It’ll be going through a lot of changes, but I’m sure Draco will still find you beautiful. He was raised right, after all.” She said, sending him a stern glance.

Draco rolled his eyes. “Of course I’ll find you beautiful no matter what, Love.” He told Harry, wrapping an arm around his waist. “You’ll be growing with my child. You’re giving me something I never thought I’d get with you. You have to know how much it means to me.”

Harry smiled. “I do. I’m happy about it, too, but in the future, let’s try to plan them, instead of being surprised by them, yes?”

Draco chuckled. “That sounds like a good idea to me.” He agreed.
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