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Catch Me if You Can	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 35576 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Trying some new formatting this time, so you get a new chapter early! Enjoy!
“Lullaby” as sung in this chapter belongs to On The Rocks, an eastern Oregon a capella group. It's originally by Billy Joel, but I've always liked On The Rock's version better. To see and hear the song being performed, copy and paste the following into your browser: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KesFfNbXB0w
Draco opened his eyes, smiling at Harry, who was still asleep. He ran a finger over the Gryffindor’s lips, groaning when the action caused Harry to lick his lips. The blond heard a trill, and looked to the corner of the room. Niveus was perched atop the bookcase, staring at him intently.
Draco smiled at her. “Hello, girl. How did you get in, beautiful?”
Niveus trilled again, and a rush of happiness ran through Draco, fading quickly to a dull hum of emotions in the back of his head.
“Whatha bloody ‘ell was that?” Harry’s sleepy voice asked.
Draco looked at him, smiling at Harry’s sleepy blinking. “That was your phoenix, Love.” He said proudly, realizing what she must be. “Empathic Bonding Phoenixes are thought to be myths. She’ll be able to speak to us as well, when you ask for the Bite.”
Harry yawned. “Oh. Cool.” He said, then went back to sleep.
Draco snorted. “He has a phoenix that hasn’t been around since Merlin’s time, and all he can say is ‘cool.’ Well, don’t worry, Niv. One of us appreciates you.” He chuckled as amusement buzzed in the back of his head. He curled around Harry and went back to sleep.
*****
Harry woke up, stretching, only to elbow Draco in the side.
“Ow.” The blond snapped, rolling over, his back to Harry.
“Get up. Come on, I’m bored. Entertain me.” Harry said impatiently.
Draco rolled onto his back, opening one eye. “How?” He sneered. “I’m still half-asleep.”
“That’s where the ‘get up’ part comes in.” Harry replied dryly.
Draco lifted the covers, looking under them. “It is up. Now what?”
Harry blushed. “That’s now what I meant, and you know it!” He shouted as Draco chuckled, sitting up.
Draco rolled his eyes and took a deep breath, then began to sing. “Angelus domini, nuntiavit mariae-”
Harry gasped. “What is that?!” He breathed.
Draco sighed. “Ave Maria. Yes, it’s Muggle, but my mother thought this version was beautiful, and she made me learn it. Now, shut up and let me sing.” He started over again, and Harry curled up against his side, listening intently.
Draco’s voice was smooth and flowing, the Latin words drawing Harry in.
When it was over, Harry sighed, a wide smile on his face. “That was wonderful, Draco. Why didn’t you tell me you could sing?”
Draco raised an eyebrow at Harry. “Well, you never asked, did you?”
“Wow. Sing me something else.” Harry pleaded.
Draco felt his heart give a painful lurch. Harry had never even had a simple lullaby sung to him since he was thirteen months, while Draco had to throw a fit to get them to stop when he was four. He gathered the Gryffindor close, laying Harry back against his chest and placing his mouth next to the brunette’s ear.
“Goodnight my angel time to close your eyes
and save these questions for another day.
I think I know what you've been asking me.
I think you know what I've been trying to say.
I promised I would never leave you.
And you should always know, wherever you may go
No matter where you are, I never will be far away.
Goodnight my angel, now it’s time to sleep.
And still so many things I want to say.
Remember all the songs you sang for me,
When we went sailing on an emerald bay?
And like a boat out on the ocean
I'm rocking you to sleep.
The water's dark, and deep inside this ancient heart
You’ll always be a part of me.
Goodnight my angel, now it’s time to dream,
And dream how wonderful your life will be.
Someday your child may cry,
And if you sing this lullaby,
Then in your heart,
There will always be a part of me.
Someday we’ll all be gone,
But lullabies go on and on...
They never die.
And that‘s how you and I will be.”
Harry turned when Draco was finished, unashamed of the tears running down his face, and grabbed the blonde’s face in his hands. He took a deep breath and fastened his mouth to Draco’s, kissing him with fervor. He broke the kiss and looked Draco in the eye for a few moments before whispering, “Thank you.”
Draco gave him a small, sad smile. No more words were needed as they lay back down together, Harry curling against Draco’s side, while the blond kept a protective arm wrapped around Harry, holding him close.
*****
Harry woke up to find the bed empty of one Draco Malfoy. He groaned, rolling over, and saw Draco reading a book on Arteminians.
Suddenly, the blond paled, and the book slid from his nerveless fingers, falling onto the desk. “Oh, fuck.” He whispered.
“Dray?” Harry asked sleepily.
Draco turned. “Harry, get your clothes on, we’re going to the hospital wing.” He said, pulling on his own.
“What-”
“Now!” He shouted.
Harry gaped at him for a second, then rushed to obey.
Draco pulled him the entire way there, leaving no time for words. “Madam Pomfrey, Harry needs to be checked.”
Madam Pomfrey frowned. “For what, dear?”
“I’m an Arteminian, and last night…” He trailed off, looking guilty.
Madam Pomfrey’s eyes widened. She cast a spell, and a barely discernable grey glow engulfed Harry’s abdomen.
Harry stared at it, horrified, then looked at Draco. “Tell me why we are here, Draco.” He said softly.
Draco sat in a chair, heavily, his head in his hands. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He moaned. “Harry, I’m sorry. I didn’t know that contraceptive charms didn’t work for Arteminians until just a few minutes ago, I swear!” He said, meeting Harry’s wide eyes.
“Oh, sweet Merlin’s balls.” Harry whispered, placing his hands over his abdomen timidly. “I’m so not prepared for this.”
Madam Pomfrey pressed her lips together. “Congratulations, Mr. Malfoy.” She snapped. “You are the first in your family to father a child while still in school, and out of wedlock, no less.”
Draco moaned again. “I know.” He said, anguished.
“If you are both unprepared, there is a potion, an abortifacient-”
“No!” Harry cried, wrapping his arms around himself. “I said I’m not ready, not that I want to kill it!” He said, turning tear-filled eyes to Draco. “Don’t let her kill it.” He begged.
Draco sighed. “She won’t, if you say no, Harry. Besides, I may not have asked for a child, but now that it’s already here, I can’t not want it. It’s a part of me, and proof of my love for you.” He said softly, then looked at Madam Pomfrey. “We’ll need a parenthood teacher, I think. We’re woefully unprepared, but this child will live, and he or she will be loved, despite the circumstances that brought them into being.”
Madam Pomfrey nodded. “I’ll look up a few parenthood teachers, and if you still feel you need one in a few weeks, come to me then, and I’ll help you find one you like. And I’m sorry, Harry, but you must now stay off your broom, which means no Quidditch.”
Harry looked down at himself, then let a small smile creep across his lips. “Well, I always wanted a big family.” He said softly. “I suppose this is what they call fate. And I can live without Quidditch, I guess.”
*****
Harry sat on the bed, naked, stroking his abdomen thoughtfully. “Do you think it’s a girl, or a boy?”
“I really don’t care, Harry.” Draco said firmly.
Harry glared at Draco. “How can you say that?!”
Draco blinked slowly. “Harry, you’re being irrational. I don’t care whether we have a son or daughter, because the only thing I want is a healthy child. The sex means nothing to me. We could have a hermaphrodite, and so long as it was healthy, I would be happy with it.”
Harry smiled. “Oh.” He said. “Do you think we need a parenthood teacher?”
Draco sighed. “Honestly, I’m not sure. You weren’t raised in a healthy household, and I was spoiled rotten. I think we could muddle through it without one, but the question is: Do you want to figure it out as we go, or have help first?”
“I don’t like the idea of being told how to raise our child, Draco. It’s for us to do, not someone else.” Harry said quietly.
Draco sighed. “Harry, I’m not going to make the decision without you. If you have an opinion, tell me with conviction. It may be hard at first, since I am dominant and you can feel that, but I care enough for your opinion that I want you to tell me how you feel. As our bond grows stronger, you’ll feel more influenced by me, but when I claim you, if you let me claim you, I don’t want you to let me lead you around by your nose in everything. If you don’t like an idea of mine, tell me! Yell, throw things, hex my balls off, except please don’t, just let me know if you disagree. Besides, you’ve always been hot when you’re angry at me.”
Harry blushed. “You really think so?” He asked.
Draco grinned. “Oh, yes.” He purred. “Why do you think I always fought with you?”
“Because you’re a prat, maybe?” Harry ventured.
“Alright, I’ll give you that.” Draco said sheepishly. “I was a bit obnoxious, but I was jealous. And now that I have you, you pose no threat to me.” He said smugly.
Harry raised an eyebrow. “You know, that hexing your balls off suggestion is starting to sound very good right now.”
Draco stood up. “Let’s head to the great hall. We should eat.”
*****
Harry sat at the Gryffindor table, blushing when Hermione arrived and asked him if they had finally done ‘it.’
“I think now would be the appropriate time to ask if you’ll be my child’s Godmother?” He asked in answer.
Hermione’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped. “Tell me you’re joking, and that you used protection.” She said firmly.
“We did use a charm, and I’m not joking.” Harry said softly, eating a sausage. “Draco found out this morning that the charms don’t work for Arteminians.” He explained. “We saw Madam Pomfrey and she confirmed it. I’m expecting.”
Ron grimaced. “Too bad, mate. You gonna keep it?” He asked.
Harry nodded. “Yeah. We’ll muddle through this, somehow.” He said.
Hermione sighed. “Well, if Draco agrees, I’ll do it.”
“If Draco agrees to what, exactly?” Draco asked, sitting next to Harry, forcing Seamus to scoot over or be sat on. “Eat, Love. You’re too skinny. What am I supposed to agree to, Granger?” Draco asked, wrapping an arm around Harry’s waist.
Hermione pursed her lips, narrowing her eyes at him. “Being Godmother to your bastard child.” She hissed.
Draco sneered at her. “Bastard child? Honestly, you think I’m going to wait that long to marry him when he’s with my child? What kind of prick do you take me for?” He asked, hurt.
Hermione blinked in surprise. “Oh. Alright, then. Sorry. Is it okay with you?” She asked.
Draco shrugged. “I don’t care. Better you than anyone I know, except maybe Sev. Besides, you’ll probably be in our lives forever, anyway.” He said, picking up a piece of bacon and holding it to Harry’s lips. “Eat.” He urged.
Harry sighed and ate the bacon from Draco’s hand, then licked the blonde’s fingers clean.
Draco groaned, his eyes bleeding silver. “Fuck.” He whispered.
Harry smirked, reaching for his cup of coffee.
Draco rolled his eyes. “No. It’s half-gone, and caffeine is bad for the baby. You’ve had enough for one day. Juice, please. I don’t want you or our child undernourished. Besides, coffee is bad for you as is. Tea is much better.”
Harry sighed and poured himself a glass of grape juice. “Draco, I like coffee.”
Draco raised an eyebrow. “Well, the child growing inside you doesn’t, and you need to think about keeping our baby healthy for a while. Okay?”
“Sure.” Harry said morosely.
Hermione smiled. “If he didn’t love you, he wouldn’t be so overprotective of the baby.” She said consolingly.
Draco flushed. “Yes, our love child comes first.” He said softly, smirking when Harry snorted into his juice.
Ron groaned. “Not at the table, please. I’m trying to eat.” He whined.
Ginny looked over from three people down. “You’re always trying to eat.” She shot back.
“Shut up, you!” Ron yelled back, blushing.
Harry shook his head, grinning. At least some things never changed.
*****
Harry groaned. “Draco, I swear, I can carry my own books.” He said firmly.
“Nonsense. You have a willing slave. Take advantage of it.” Draco said, holding Harry’s bag and his own, walking with the teen to Charms class.
Hermione smiled at Harry. “I wouldn’t complain, if I were you. Ron never carries my books.” She added loudly.
Ron frowned. “You’d get mad at me if I tried.” He retorted.
Hermione shrugged. “It’s the thought that counts.”
“I think about it! And then I think about you lecturing me on how girls are just as strong as guys.” He said defensively.
Draco rolled his eyes. “Just offer to carry her books, Weasley.” He said.
Ron flushed. “Um, d’you want me to carry them, Mione?” He asked.
Hermione smiled, handing him her bag and casting a lightening charm on it. “Just this once would be okay. Thank you, Ron.” She said happily, kissing him on the cheek.
Harry chuckled. “You two make a cute couple, you know.”
“It’s a match I thought I’d never see, but somehow, it works.” Draco said with a grin. “Someone as clueless as Weasley needs someone clever to balance him out.”
Harry snorted. “Draco, be nice.”
Draco looked affronted. “I am! Harry, this is me being nice for your friends. Try not to ask too much of me, alright? I don’t know how much nicer I can stomach.”
“Baby steps.” Harry said. “You’ll get more practice.”
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