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Being A Consort	By : nekluvshp Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 36941 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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I know it’s been nearly a year since I’ve updated this story and I’m sorry. This chapter has actually been done for some time now and had completely forgotten about it. Even though I don’t have the next chapter completed, I’m posting this now because of how little I’ve given you guys the past several months.

I believe there are only two chapters left plus an epilogue. The epilogue is complete and has been for a very, very long time. I just have to finish the two chapters in between.

Despite the long wait, please read, rate, review, and enjoy!!

Before I knew it, it was the day before my birthday.

Two months. It had been two months since we lost the war. Two months since I was forced to be the Dark Lord’s consort. And barely one month since I started secretly seeing the man I really wanted to be with.

At the same time though, if Tom hadn’t won, then I never would have found Lucius. If I could trade Lucius so that we would have won, I don’t think I would be able to.

I know a month isn’t a long time, but he kept me grounded and sane. And it wasn’t just about sex. Sometimes we just talked. Granted, the talking usually came after amazing sex, but still, there’s talking.

After my punishment was up, Tom started requesting that I sleep in his room again. I couldn’t very well say no without risking more punishment, but I managed to get away with only every other night.

It was almost a week after our second encounter that Lucius came to my room in the middle of the night. We didn’t have sex that night, only talked. Both of us were too afraid of getting caught to do anything more.

We came up with a simple plan so that he would know if I was in my room or Tom’s. If my bedroom door was open at night, I wasn’t there. If it was shut, then I was. It worked out well. I’d leave Tom’s room around eleven and Lucius would show up about an hour later.

During the day, we’d find reasons to interact without being too conspicuous. I asked him to tutor me since I missed my last year of school and of course, he readily agreed.

It wasn’t until a week before my birthday that Tom came looking for me in the library where I was sitting at a desk with Lucius almost literally breathing down my neck. I told Tom exactly what we were doing and showed him the charms text book I was reading and the blonde man was trying to get me to memorize.

Tom believed it and was just glad Lucius and I hadn’t tried to kill each other. Although, I think the fact that we weren’t technically lying did help a lot.

It was around the same time that Tom found us in the library that I started getting sick. I started throwing up almost every morning and he had me practically bed ridden. If I wanted to see my friends, I had to tell him which ones and he’d go get them for me. He wouldn’t take my word for it that, other than the vomiting, I felt fine.

The only good thing that really came out of it was the fact that Tom barely touched me more than was absolutely necessary. I’m not sure if it was because he didn’t want to get sick or because he didn’t want me doing anything strenuous until I was better. Either way, I was grateful for the reprieve.

What made it even better was that I got entire week where I only had sex twice with Tom and many, many times with Lucius. He believed me when I said I was fine other than the one or two extra trips to the bathroom.

Just in case though, he cast a few simple diagnostic spells that he knew on me. Nothing came up in the results and the moment he was sure I wasn’t contagious, he pounced on me. That had been a fun night.

The night before my birthday, was a ‘my room’ night. I was nearly ready to pass out by the time I’d made it to my room. I’d been rather tired a lot lately, but I shrugged it off as an effect of having so much sex.

I had planned on telling Lucius I was too tired to do much that night when he got there, until I opened my door to see him naked, hard, and tied to my headboard. My cock went from soft to erect so fast, I’m surprised I didn’t pass out… or come on the spot.

When the ability to think returned to me, I shut the door and locked it before rushing to my bed and trying to suck Lucius’ soul out through his mouth, not unlike a dementor but much, much more erotic and a lot less literal.

By the time I pulled away, I’d stripped myself down to my shirt. Taking it off would have involved ending the kiss, something I hated to do.

“Happy Birthday, Harry.” Lucius whispered once I’d taken my shirt off.

“Thanks.” I whispered back as I straddled his waist. Then I lifted myself up, grabbed a hold of his hard on, and sank down onto it, eliciting a loud groan from both of us. One advantage to being with Tom before him was we could skip the pesky preparation step and get to the good stuff.

To give myself a moment to adjust to Lucius’ larger size, I leaned down for a kiss. It was slow and sweet at first and I smirked into it as we grew more passionate and he attempted to pull his hands free. I broke the kiss to allow us oxygen and Lucius cursed under his breath.

“I knew I shouldn’t have made them so tight.” He grumbled just barely loud enough for me to hear. Turning pleading eyes on me, he whispered, “Please untie me, Harry.”

“I don’t think I will.” I said teasingly as I lifted myself up before dropping back down.

Lucius and I remained joined at the hips for an hour.

After my first orgasm, I had untied him and he, still being hard, flipped us over and pounded into me until I was screaming my second release and I felt him erupt inside me. I was completely boneless and nearly unconscious by the time Lucius moved off of me.

“Harry.” He whispered.

“Hmm?” I mumbled tiredly and snuggled into his chest.

“I should probably go.” He said as he ran a hand through my hair a few times.

I clung to him tighter. “No.” I whined. I hated that he had to leave me every night he was here.

“It would be very bad if Tom were to catch us.” He said reasonably. But reason wasn’t exactly processing properly in my mind in my exhausted state.

“Tom… bad.” I murmured. I could feel Lucius’ chest rumble with his chuckling before he pulled my nearly limp limbs off of him.

“I’m sorry, I have to go.” Lucius whispered in my ear and kissed my forehead. I was asleep before he left the room.

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The next morning, Tom found me bent over the toilet in my bathroom emptying the, very little, contents of my stomach into it.

“That’s it, Harry. I am having Poppy take a look at you after breakfast.” He stated with finality as we headed down to the dining room.

“Why?” I whined petulantly.

“Because you are obviously sick and showing no signs of getting any better.” He replied sternly.

“Fine.” I crossed my arms and fell back a few steps so I didn’t have to look at his face.

The moment we entered the dining hall, a disgusting smell assaulted my nose and I covered it with my sleeve. “What is that smell?” I asked, my voice coming out slightly distorted from the grip on my nose.

“It’s just breakfast, Potter.” Snape replied, being the only other person in attendance that morning. “The same things the house-elves serve every morning.”

As I sat down, I warily searched the table for anything odd that could be producing the foul odor. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary but I didn’t put anything on my plate for fear that something may have been added to one of the normal dishes.

“You have to eat something, Harry.” Tom said as he pushed a plate of scrambled eggs toward me.

My stomach churned from the smell coming off the fluffy looking eggs and I jumped up from my seat. I made it three steps from the table before doubling over, hands on my knees, and vomiting nothing more than bile, as my stomach was completely empty from this morning.

I quickly vanished the puddle of sick before my knees gave out and I collapsed to the floor, shaking.

There was the sound of shoes clacking across the floor for a few steps. I looked up to see Tom standing over me, an unreadable expression on his face.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered as I looked back at the floor.

Without a word, Tom scooped me up and carried me all the way back to my room. I realized I must’ve been even smaller than I thought since holding me seemed to use little effort on his part.

“Stay.” He commanded after lying in my bed. I curled up on my side facing the open door while I waited for him to come back. A few minutes later he was back with Madam Pomfrey on his heel.

Tom pointed at me with an almost accusatory finger and said, “He has been sick for nearly a week now and insists that nothing is wrong. I disagree, especially after the incident at breakfast.”

With a small frown, the medi-witch looked from Tom to me. “Come here, Mr. Potter, and tell me everything that doesn’t seem right.” She said softly and patted the edge of the bed.

I straightened myself before crawling over to where she wanted me and sitting with my legs over the side. “Can you make him leave?” I asked in a whisper and stared at my fidgeting hands.

“Of course, dear.” She said and patted my shoulder before turning to Tom. “He requests that you leave.”

He scowled at her but seemed to understand the importance of privacy during a medical exam and left the room, shutting the door behind him.

“That’s better.” Pomfrey said with a soft smile. “Now then, can you tell me what symptoms you have?”

“I-I’ve been throwing up a lot for the past few days, maybe… maybe a week.” I started with a slight stutter. “And a little while ago, something at breakfast smelled really, really bad to me. I wasn’t sure what it was and I was too afraid to eat. Tom tried to give me scrambled eggs. I smelled them and it made me sick.

“I guess I’ve also been a lot more tired than usual lately. I thought it was just from having too much… um…” I really did not want to talk to her about my sex life, especially since part of it could potentially get me killed.

“Intercourse?” She so helpfully supplied. I nodded and bit my lip.

“But it’s not just afterwards now. I’m still tired in the morning no matter how much sleep I get.” I finished.

“I see. Anything else, maybe something that seems insignificant? Are you in any pain?” She asked professionally.

“Well… my chest kind of hurts. But I’ve been bent over so many hard surfaces lately; I figured it was just from that.” I said as quickly as I could, my face burning in embarrassment.

“I believe I know what the problem is, Mr. Potter.” Madam Pomfrey said once I was done. “I can’t be certain without testing you first, but I think that you’re pregnant.”

“Are all of you in on that joke?” I bit out.

“It’s not a joke, young man. Wizards can get pregnant.”

I didn’t know what else to do, so I burst into tears. “I’m dead. He’s going to kill me. I’m dead.” I sobbed uncontrollably.

“He wouldn’t!” The woman exclaimed. “After all, it’s his own fault. He knew it was a possibility and should have taken the proper steps to avoid such a situation if he didn’t want to be in it.” I just cried harder.

“I ca— I can’t…” I choked.

“Would you like me to tell him?” I buried my face in my hands and nodded.

Pomfrey went into the hallway, leaving the door open just a crack. I heard nothing until there was an enraged shout of, “What?!”

A moment later, the door flew open and Tom came in with Madam Pomfrey a step behind him. “How did this happen?” He bellowed.

“I-I don’t… I d-don’t know.” I cried.

“Harry didn’t even know wizards were capable of bearing children.” The medi-witch stated sternly.

“He didn’t? Just more proof of Dumbledore’s incompetence as headmaster. There was a mandatory class that covered all of that when I was in school. Either way, I’m always careful.” He ranted.

Thinking fast and remembering my theory from the first night with Lucius, I whispered, “Not always.”

“What did you say?” Tom hissed.

“T-that weird s-spell you always cast on me, that w-was supposed to keep th-this from happening, r-right?” I asked with a little more control over myself.

“Yes” He answered warily, probably wondering where I was headed.

“The d-day you punished m-me. You forgot it.” I said with a sniffle. We both knew what day I was talking about.

“Are you sure?” He asked, slightly calmer now.

I nodded for what felt the millionth time. “I didn’t know what it was for so I paid attention when you’d say the incantation to try and figure out what it was.” I lied, hoping he took my slightly shaking voice as me still being upset.

Tom thought about it for a moment, a finger on his chin like always, before he nodded to himself. “I believe you. It is plausible that, in my anger and loss of control, I forgot.” I had never felt so relieved in my entire life.

He turned to Madam Pomfrey. “Go find Severus and ask for a pregnancy testing potion. If he doesn’t have any, tell him to go purchase one immediately.” She nodded and left.

Once she was gone, Tom’s expression softened more than I ever thought possible. “Are you alright with this?”

I wanted to say no, but I knew it would have been a lie. It was my baby, my family. How could I not be ok with it?

“Yeah.” I whispered with the tiniest of smiles. Then a thought occurred to me. “A-are you?”

Tom sighed and sat next to me. “I can’t say it’s something I’ve thought about or planned on, but I suppose having an heir wouldn’t be a bad thing.”

I should have known he would think of it that way. All I could really do now was pray that the child didn’t get Lucius’ hair.

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