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You're My Home	By : Keladry1n100 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 16394 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: Well obviously I haven't done very well at releasing a new chapter every week. I do deeply apologize people. I dont really know what to say other than thank you to those who continue to read this. :) Thank you thank you!
Chapter 6

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            The small family created a routine over the next couple weeks. Harry and Draco would start the day by having breakfast with the boys in their private chambers and after that the elves would take Teddy and Ciel to the Room of Requirement while Draco and Harry would go off to their classes. They would see each other at lunch then on Mondays Wednesdays and Fridays, Harry would get the boys and meet Draco in the Great Hall for dinner while on Tuesdays and Thursdays Draco would retrieve the boys. When the men had more than an hour break in between classes they would go see their sons. When it was time to put the boys down for bed, they switched off who put them down. It was a routine that seemed to work for everyone in the family.
            Draco sat heavily in his office chair. Even though it was a Saturday, Draco had asked Harry to watch the kids while he got caught up with some grading. He had decided to work on grading the essays he’d assigned his 5^th Year Hufflepuff/Ravenclaw class the week before. He was halfway through mentally insulting a particular student’s inability to write a correct essay when his door opened. Vivid green eyes smiled at him as the owner of those eyes closed the door. Maka slithered down Harry’s side until she reached the floor where she immediately went to investigate Draco’s office. The blonde knew there was a mouse or two somewhere in the room that he had intentionally left alone so Maka could have a snack. It was his way of thanking the snake for leaving the comforts of her rock every time he made love to Harry.
            Putting down his quill, Draco sat back in his seat. “Harry, is everything ok?”
            The brunette waved a hand at him, “Of course it is. However I did want to talk to you about something.” Harry came around and sat on the edge of Draco’s desk. “Ciel’s birthday is this coming Friday.”
            Draco’s eyes widened a fraction, “What? How come I wasn’t told until now?” His response was a shrug from the other man.
            ”Sorry, I thought I told you. But that doesn’t matter right now. February 20th is his birthday and thankfully it’s on the beginning of the weekend. I was thinking we could do something special for this birthday. I mean, this will be the first birthday you get to participate in and that alone is reason enough to make it special. What do you think?”
            Draco contemplated the idea for a moment. He honestly had no idea what type of things that a turning 5 year old would like. He could barely remember what his fifth birthday party was like. He was brought out of his thoughts when Harry began speaking again.
            ”What was your birthday party like when you were turning five?”
            Draco frowned lightly, “I don’t really remember to be honest. I do remember lots of faces I didn’t know, pony rides and lots of presents. But other than that I don’t remember. What about you?”
            A brown eyebrow raised as Harry smiled ruefully. “I never had birthday parties when I was a kid.”
            Draco frowned, rather alarmed by this admission, “What about after you made friends with Hermione and the Weasel?”
            Shaking his head, Harry folded his arms, “Nope. Stayed with my Aunt and Uncle during my birthdays and they…” Harry paused, deciding how to explain things as best he could without saying a whole lot at the same time, “They didn’t consider it important to throw birthday parties.”
            The brunette’s answer was not one that settled well with Draco as the blonde easily picked out the meaning.
            “You mean that they didn’t think you were important enough to throw a birthday party for.” Draco stated blandly. The knowledge that Harry was apparently neglected rather caught Draco by surprise. Somehow he still had this image of Harry being pampered as a child for who he was. The Boy-Who-Lived had always seemed pampered at school, so he figured it was the same in his home life too. He felt like a bastard for continuing to believe that of Harry, even after all the time he’d spent with him over the last 5 or so months.
            ”You’re home life was really shitty” He continued, His words were yet another statement, making Harry shift uncomfortably.
            ”Yeah. It was. But that doesn’t matter. I came to talk about Ciel. Not me.” Harry wanted to get off of this topic desperately for he didn’t like remembering.
            Draco pursed his lips, “You can believe that it’s doesn’t matter but it matters to me. It explain a lot about you Harry. As for Ciel, have you asked Ciel what he would like to do for his birthday? If your that worried about what he would like to do than just ask him. He’ll tell you, given the chance.” They sat in silence for a few minutes before Draco asked something that he’d been thinking about for a few months now, “Harry, would you let me see Ciel’s birth?”
            His question made Harry turn to stare at Draco with raised eyebrows, “What’s with that question all of a sudden. Do you really want to see it?”
            “Don’t be a prat Harry.” Draco replied indignantly, “Of course I’d like to see it. I’ve literally just found out my son’s birthday is in a week. I’ve lost 4 birthdays already. Before going into this next one arrives I’d like to see the day my son came into this world. Malfoys take pride in seeing their children come into this world and I’d like to keep that tradition alive. Even if it’s a round about way.” It took some time before Harry could shift his mind into gear to make a response. He hadn’t ever expected Draco to ask such a thing and now that he had, it caught him of guard. After a few moments, Harry couldn’t really think of a reason to say no.
            ”Well… if you want a complete memory, I’ll have to ask Hermione for it. My memory of that day is incredibly blurry so it wouldn’t do you any good. I’m sure I can get that to you by tonight if you want.”
            Draco smiled lightly, “Thank you love,” He dragged Harry down to kiss him on the lips. They pulled away when Draco’s office door opened. Draco scowled at the student, internally sighing at the disruption for they tried to keep their displays of affection private. However it was his job to help students if needed and though he didn’t really like interruptions it was a necessary evil.
            Harry patted Draco’s shoulder, “I’ll see you at dinner. Be nice Draco! Maka, let’s go. Unless you’d like to stay with Draco?” Harry smiled as Maka responded with a rather rude comment towards those who can’t speak snake as she slithered towards Harry with a large mouse like lump in her throat. He placed her in her special pocket before walking towards the door, greeting the nervous Hufflepuff boy on his way out.
            Glancing at the watch on his wrist, Harry found that he had an hour before he said he would pick up the kids from Minerva’s office. Since he had so much time left, Harry went back to his office where Minerva had set up a floo network that became active when he or Draco were in the room. They also had the same set up in their personal chambers as well as in Draco’s office. Minerva set the networks up for them in case of emergencies. He opened the floo connection to Hermione’s apartment. She’d decided to stay in the apartment Draco had given her but she’d constantly invited Harry and Draco over to dinner to help ‘pay’ for the apartment. She would be home from work early today so Harry was sure he would find her there.
            Pushing his head through the fire he found himself looking into the living room of the apartment. “Hermione! Are you home?” He waited for a moment and smiled when his best friend came into view.
            ”Harry! It’s good to see you. Come on through, I was just about to make myself some tea.”
            ”Alright, but I can only stay a few moments. I need to be back in time to pick up the boys.” He stepped through the fireplace and hugged Hermione. They walked into the kitchen so Hermione could finish the tea.
            ”So what’s up Harry?” Hermione asked as she poured hot water into a smaller teapot. “I mean, not that I don’t love the visit but you never come see me at this time of day. You’re usually busy going on some adventure with the boys and Draco.”
            Harry frowned lightly, not entirely sure what to think, “Well… Draco asked me for something. It’s nothing bad but it was something that I hadn’t expected him to ask for.”
            Hermione raised an eyebrow, pouring some tea in to a cup before handing it over. “What do you mean? It can’t be that good if it’s got you so uncertain like this.”
            ”Again, it’s not bad,” They walked to the couch in the living room with their tea cups. “I went to talk to him about plans for Ciel’s birthday since it’s on Friday and he asked if he could see the day Ciel was born.” He took a sip from his cup.
            ”And you’re surprised?”
            Green eyes glanced into brown ones, “What do you mean?”
            Hermione gave Harry the same look he gave his sons when he was trying to be patient even though the answer was obvious. “Draco loves your sons Harry. Ever since he found out about you and Ciel, it seems to me that he has done everything in his power to be a good father and make up for time lost. I’m not surprised that he would wish to see the birth of his son. What did you say when he asked?”
            The brunette shrugged, “I said yes of course. But, actually, I was hoping that you would be the one to let me borrow the memory. My memory of that day is blurry at best.”
            The witch stood up and walked down the hall. She came back a moment later with a vial in her hand. The vial held a shiny threat like substance inside of it. When Hermione sat back down on the couch she held the vial out for Harry. “Here you go. You were right in asking me, you were in no state to remember what happened. If he wants more content than this let me know but I think this should help.” She smiled warmly at her friend. “Do you have a pensieve?”
            Harry nodded, “Yeah. We’ve got three actually. I brought mine with me, Draco brought one and apparently he brought a spare in case his broke,” He rolled his eyes and smiled, “Git doesn’t know how to pack lightly at all.” His comment made Hermione laugh. Drinking the last of his tea, he thanked his friend and returned to Hogwarts.

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            Harry finished getting ready for bed before walking over to his outer robe and pulling the vial Hermione had given him out of his pocket. He turned to Draco who was sitting up in bed reading a book. Taking a silent deep breath, Harry walked to their large closet, finding their spare Pensieve since the other two were in their respective offices. When he found the bowl, he pulled it out and walked over to set the bowl on Draco’s nightstand. Draco shut his book and watched Harry silently. Once the bowl was set on the stand, Harry opened the vial and poured Hermione’s memory into it. He continued to watch the silver thread bloom and make the whole contents of the bowl shiny with silvery light.
            ”You asked me earlier if you could see Ciel’s birth.” He tore his eyes away from the Pensieve to lock eyes with Draco’s, “This is it. I don’t know if you’ll find what you were looking for but I suppose that is for you to decide…” Harry frowned at the thought before turning and walking over to his side of the bed. Climbing in, he made himself comfortable to wait until Draco came back. Draco didn’t say anything; instead he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, stood up and went head first into the Pensieve.

~Hermione’s Memory~

            Draco landed in a room he was very familiar with. It didn’t look quite the same, but it was definitely Harry’s room. His breathe caught in his chest when he saw Harry lying on the bed completely naked. A man Draco didn’t know sat between Harry’s legs with his hands on Harry’s stomach while Hermione sat near Harry’s head, her eyes trained on the brunette’s face. Draco walked closer until he was standing at Harry’s bedside opposite Hermione, noticing how large Harry’s abdomen was. But he couldn’t make himself admire Harry like that when Harry threw his head back and screamed. The sound made him shiver for it wasn’t the scream of pleasure that he was used to.
            ”Bloody Hell!” Pain etched itself deeply into Harry’s features. Draco had seen Harry in pain before but this was nothing in comparison. His attention was pulled away when the man spoke.
            ”Alright Harry, listen to me. Look at me,” he waited until Harry did as he was asked, “Harry, I’m going to check you ok? I need to see if you’re ready.” An odd feeling of jealousy blossomed in Draco’s chest when he saw the man slip three fingers into Harry. He knew he shouldn’t feel jealous as the man was obviously a doctor but he still wished the man could hear him growl angrily at him . “Good man. Alright it’s up to you.” Draco sighed in relief when those fingers left the depths of his lover. “You’re ready for this. It’s time to push when you can ok?” The man placed his hands on Harry’s inner thighs which made that bud of jealousy bloom again in Draco’s chest.
            But he couldn’t deny that somehow Harry seemed to relax a bit. It didn’t seem to last long however, as every muscle in Harry’s body tensed and Harry’s screams filled the room. With each contraction, Harry bore down, pushing as hard as he could. Draco jumped back, his heart in his throat when Harry screamed like Draco had never heard before. The sound alone would haunt his memories for all time. Hermione’s voice broke through the blonde’s own panic.
            ”What happened?!”
            The doctor moved Harry’s hand away from the his hip to replace it with his own, “Looks like the baby broke his pelvis. It’s common in male births. The pelvis of a male just isn’t made to push a baby through it. Harry, I can’t heal it until the baby is out. Push through it for me.” Harry shook his head, openly sobbing. The sight broke Draco’s heart. He remembered a time when he had wished for such pain upon the other man but that wish had long since died. Now, he didn’t wanted this for the love of his life, not such agony. But what really broke Draco were the words Harry muttered.
            ”I can’t… I need him here.” The voice coming from Harry was so foreign and broken, “I can’t do this without him…” Draco found himself fighting back the urge to cry. He wanted to hold his hand and kiss his lips as proof that he was right beside him. Yet this was nothing but a memory and Draco couldn’t do a thing. That thought pained him deeply. He felt his eyes sting with unshed tears that he quickly rubbed away. Hermione gripped Harry’s arm as Harry screamed with the force of another contraction. It was hard for Draco to watch but he made himself do it anyways. It was the least he could do as he was the one who asked to see this memory in the first place.
            The tears he’d tried to wipe away fell freely when his child landed in the doctor’s hands. Harry’s body shook with silent sobs before he grunted. The doctor held the baby up just in time to get him out of the way as a last contraction expelled the afterbirth. Harry’s hands, which had been covering his face fell to his sides. The man’s face was streaked with tears that still leaked from his closed eyes. Draco frowned as he watched Harry. Harry had suddenly gone quiet and something was off about his face. Hermione seemed to notice the same, as she started slapping his face.
            ”Harry! Harry you need to stay awake do you understand me? Doctor he’s so pale!” Draco pulled his eyes away from Harry to watch the doctor. He’d cut his son’s umbilical cord and handed the babe off to Hermione. Even though Draco knew this was nothing but a memory, Draco’s heart rate increased at the look on the doctor’s face. He was conjuring clean towels to soak up the blood that continued to poor from Harry’s abused entrance.
            ”Harry!” Draco didn’t like how loud and concerned the doctor’s voice was, “Harry you need to talk to me. How do you feel? Are you excited about you son? Do you want to see him? Harry look at me!” No matter how much the doctor tried to get Harry to answer him it was for not since the man had clearly passed out.
            ”Harry!” Hermione cried out in fear. She held the screaming child close to her chest as she watched Harry’s face.
            The doctor worked desperately trying to stop the bleeding. He muttered spells as he pulled vials and other things out of his pockets. After a minute he was able to stop the bleeding but when he looked up to Harry’s face his frown deepened.
            ”Something else is wrong. I was afraid this would happen. Hermione, I need your help. Quickly, place the child next to him.” The woman wrapped the baby in a blanket then gently placed him in the crook of Harry’s arm. After that she walked to the doctor’s side. The doctor nodded, “Good. Now, listen carefully Hermione. His magic is fading. Are you entirely certain he didn’t say who the father was?”
            Hermione shook her head, “He’s refused to tell any of us.”
            The doctor scowled, “Stubborn fool.” He waved his wand, casting various spells.
            ”How is it that his magic is fading??”
            The doctor finished casting a spell before turning to Hermione, his hands once again on Harry’s now deflating stomach. “I don’t have the answers to that Hermione, only speculations. There is not much known on same sex pregnancies. All that I know is that his magic and subsequently, his life is fading” As the doctor spoke he was listening to Harry’s heart, lungs and taking a moment or two to cast a spell. “Hermione, you need to go floo two of my colleagues, the ones I told you about the other day. Tell them it’s an emergency and I need their assistance here NOW. Then I need you to stay out while we do our work. I appreciate your help but we can’t afford to trip over anyone if we are going to save Harry.”
            Hermione nodded and left the room. The scene before Draco faded and he was thrust out of the Pensieve to land on his feet in his own bedroom again. He stood in silence, staring at the bowl. The pair of eyes staring at him didn’t go unnoticed but he didn’t know how he could possibly face Harry. The birth had been traumatic yet beautiful at the same time. Draco knew he would be haunted by those screams and Harry’s desperate, pleading voice for the rest of his life. He had been a big factor in the result of that night and the knowledge that he wasn’t there really did make him feel like he’d abandoned Harry, even if it was unintentional. When Draco knew he could control himself, he climbed into bed pulling Harry close to him. He didn’t say anything for a long time, then he tilted his head to capture Harry’s lips.
            At first Harry wanted to pull back and talk with the blonde since he’d yet to say a word but the way Draco held him spoke loud enough to quell any objection from Harry. Each lingering kiss, each touch from Draco’s hand as it caressed every part of Harry’s being betrayed the subtle need, guilt and love Draco felt at that moment. Draco worshiped every part of Harry’s body that he could make contact with and Harry let him. Draco wanted his touches to convey just how deeply he had fallen in love with Harry for he was sure he could not possibly say words adequately enough for Harry to understand.
            Once they were both stripped of any clothing, Draco kissed, licked and nipped a trail from Harry’s lips to his neck, and all the way down his body to Harry’s hardened cock. All the while, Harry watched Draco. They had made love and shagged each other many times, with the former obviously being more sensual but Harry couldn’t remember if they’d ever made love like this. Passion was a fire burning deep inside, but that passion was different than before for their passion had always been mixed with lust and naughty actions. This passion seemed innocent, its smoldering heat reaping just as much havoc as the passion they’d experienced before. Emotions were almost palpable in the room. Harry could almost feel Draco’s feelings within himself as his lover worshiped his body. It all tugged on a far distant memory deep in Harry’s mind but he was far too intoxicated with the heat and emotions to care enough to fully remember. When he made a move to pleasure Draco, his efforts were stopped with a soft hand and a shake of the blonde’s head. It appeared that tonight was all about Harry.
            So instead, Harry guided one of Draco’s hands up to his mouth where he brought three fingers into his mouth. The brunette suckled each finger while Draco’s mouth sucked his cock. The mixture of pleasures pulled a keening moan that was muffled by Draco’s fingers. That moan continued when Draco pulled his fingers away, settling comfortably between Harry’s spread legs. Of course Draco would find his own pleasure eventually, for Harry had made it clear long ago that their intimate times together would never fully be one sided, but until that time he became increasingly hard at just the thought that he could bring so much pleasure to the love of his life. Once again he was awed that he’d ever been granted the luck to have such happiness in his life.
            Harry threw his head back with a loud gasping moan when he suddenly felt two fingers breach his opening and delve deep until they found the bundle of nerves that made him arch his back. The brunette could barely hold his hips still as they pressed against Draco’s fingers while thrusting into Draco’s mouth which had returned to Harry’s cock. The slow torture was almost more than Harry could handle, but since Draco was making no moves to continue at that moment, Harry forced himself to endure. After the steady build in pleasure, his internal wishes were granted, as Draco pulled away and covered the man’s body with his own. He left just enough room between them for Draco to reach between them and guide his erection to Harry’s prepared body. He’d intentionally prepared Harry with one less finger than normal knowing that this would by no means be a fast shag. Knowing this, he knew he would not accidentally tear Harry by leaving him a bit tighter than normal.
            Breath whooshed out of Harry’s lungs when Draco seated himself deeply inside Harry’s body. He writhed under Draco while his body adjusted to the welcome intrusion. Pleasure coursed its way up and down Harry’s body in such a way that he wasn’t entirely sure he would last long, for the buildup Draco created with his calm and slow foreplay had been skillfully done. Draco leaned forward to capture Harry’s lips with his own. Sensually he devouring Harry’s taste and the feel of his mouth and even his smell. While lips and tongues danced, Draco began to move, keeping his thrusts as slow and sensual as his oral ministrations.
            Harry’s fingers found their way up Draco’s pale back and wound themselves into the strands of Draco’s long blonde hair. Even after all these months, Harry couldn’t get over how much he loved Draco’s long hair. He liked threading his fingers through the platinum strands and it was easier to grab onto when they were in the throes of passion. Right now it felt like a lifeline. He didn’t understand how such a slow pace could cause such fire to spread to every inch of his being, nor did he ever want it to stop.
            Feeling fingers tighten in his hair made Draco groan deep in his belly. His desire was mounting more and more and he was slowly losing control. With each thrust, Draco increased his pace until he was thrusting deep into Harry at a comfortably quick speed. Harry continued to cling onto Draco until without warning, the slow build up Draco had nurtured snapped and Harry was consumed with the most intense orgasm of his life. Threads of cum painted his and Draco’s chest as Harry arched and his mouth opened in a silent cry.
            The tightening around Draco’s cock was the end of Draco’s own hold on himself and with a final thrust, he buried himself deep inside as his release coated the inside walls of Harry’s body. Every now and then a small shock coursed through his body and he lightly thrust again. Only when they both came down from their intense high did Draco drag himself off to the side before pulling Harry flush against his body. Neither one of them said a word. Everything they felt was understood already, and if any doubts had been there before, they had sufficiently been pushed aside.
            Smiling, feeling like the most important person in the world, Harry snuggled close to Draco and fell asleep immediately.

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            Two days before that Friday, Harry woke up particularly early. After taking a quick shower, Harry dried off and into the walk in closet he shared with Draco. He walked over to his portion of the closet which surmised only 1/4 of the closet. Draco’s clothing took up the rest of it which was an arrangement that suited Harry just fine as he was never one to own many clothes. It was a detail that always irked Draco. He glanced at the clothing he owned and pulled out a white fitted shirt, which he quickly pulled on. Then Harry pulled out a large box from one of the shelves he occupied that contained pants that were spelled to be flexible, sturdy and adaptable to any situation he was in along with a leather jacket that had been made out of dragon hide. The boots that also inhabited the box were also made of dragon hide. The clothes had been a gift from Charlie when last they spoke face to face. Charlie had asked multiple times for Harry to take some time off with the kids and come visit him. The outfit was his way of trying to convince Harry.
            Once all the articles of clothing were put on, Harry gave himself a once over in the mirror. He couldn’t deny that he looked pretty fantastic. The jacket was Harry’s favorite piece, the piece was more of a kaross styled jacket with arm sleeves that attach and detach whenever needed. The sleeves were attached at the top of the shoulder underneath a reddish tan piece of leather that overhung the shoulders. The reddish accent also lined the bottom hem of the kaross. The overall design of the jacket allowed for maximum amount of movement with as much coverage of the torso as possible.
            “What are you doing?”
            Harry looked up and to his left where Draco’s reflection showed the man leaning against the door frame. The blonde clearly just woke up as his pajama pants were slightly twisted on the man’s hips and Draco’s long hair wasn’t its normal perfectly neat and tidy self. Smiling at the image in the mirror, Harry adjusted the jacket before turning around.
            “I pulled some strings with Minerva and got today and tomorrow off. So I’m off to Romania.”
            That tid-bit seemed to fully wake Draco up. He stood up straight, his eyebrows raised and his silver eyes openly showing Draco’s surprise.
            “Run that by me again.”
            “I’m going to Romania. I’ll be taking the floo to a place I have access to over there. I should be back tonight.” He walked over to Draco and placed a kiss on the blonde’s cheek. As he was moving to walk around Draco, a hand gripped his arm firmly. Sighing softly, Harry stopped and looked into Draco’s face.
            “What is this all about Harry? I find it hard to believe that you would just up and go to a different country without talking to me first. Have you told the boys at all?”
            “I didn’t want to tell you because I knew you would advise against it. Do you remember what Ciel said about his birthday and what theme he wants it to be?”
            Draco nodded, “Of course. He asked for a dragon party.”
            Smiling lightly, Harry continued, “Then imagine what his birthday party would be like if I were to bring someone to his wizarding party that actually worked with dragons?” Harry waited while Draco mulled over that thought for a moment. Then silver eyes turned confused.
            “Please explain to me how I would not approve of this trip.” Draco gazed at Harry until the man wiggled similarly to Ciel when he was told to reveal information he didn’t want to. Thankfully, Draco didn’t have to wait long for his answer.
            “Charlie Weasley works with dragons in Romania. He is someone that Ciel has always looked up to and it would mean a lot to Ciel if Charlie would come.”
            Draco’s features turned instantly cold and angry. “Why in Merlin’s name would you want to go beg some low life Weasel to come to our son’s birthday party? It was made quite clear that the Weasel family wants nothing to do with you or this family.”
            “Not all of the Weasleys have turned their back on our family. Hermione hasn’t, George hasn’t” Harry stated in their defense.
            “They don’t act like Weasels so they don’t count.” The blonde stated gruffly before sighing, “Fine. Go see the Dragon worker, but if he doesn’t behave himself he’ll have to answer to me.” He grumbled angrily, “And we need to have a talk about this running off to do Merlin-knows-what when you think I wont approve of something. I’m not ok with that”. He pulled Harry close and kissed the brunette firmly, almost brutally, effectively expressing his love for Harry and his displeasure at his choice all at once. Pulling back, he allowed his eyes to wander over Harry lustfully, “Remind me to have you wear that again sometime but with the intent of allowing me to undress you.”
            Rolling his eyes, Harry laughed and pulled away completely, walking towards the door leading into their living room. “Tell the boys I’ll be back tonight. Tomorrow morning at the latest.” Harry said over his shoulder as he left the bedroom. He opened the floo network and stepped through. On the other side, Harry stepped into a large living room furnished in whites and browns. A large couch, a love seat and a library style armchair framed a low brown coffee table. To Harry’s left was a door that led out to the front porch. Along the wall in front of Harry there was an archway closest to the front door that led into the kitchen, and another archway closest to the wall on Harry’s right which also sported a door that led out to the back porch. Harry walked through the archway on his right and walked into the bathroom to his left. He wanted to check his appearance to insure that there wasn’t any stray soot that clung to him. After this he walked out the bathroom door, passed the staircase that led up to a loft that served as a bedroom and into the main bedroom that served as his own.
            Looking around Harry sighed sadly. He had bought the cottage the previous summer with the intent to bring the boys to Romania to visit Charlie more frequently. However, when Draco came into their lives, things seemed to have gone a bit wonky. If Harry couldn’t hold his friendship with Charlie, then Harry would have no choice but to sell the cottage. As soon as Harry walked into his bedroom, he turned around and looked at the fireplace as it lit up again. A second later, Maka came slithering through the fire, her eyes immediately finding Harry. Harry didn’t have the chance to say anything before the snake came over, wrapped herself around Harry’s ankle, slipped her head under his pant leg and bit his calf hard.
            A pain filled cry erupted from Harry’s throat as he reached down to hopefully make the snake let go. Maka bit down harder for only a second before letting go of her own accord.
            “Never leave me alone with those humans. Do you understand me?!” Maka screamed at Harry.
            “I dont have any pockets for you and I didn’t think you would want to come with me.” Harry tried to explain.
            Maka hissed angrily, “You think I really care if I have a pocket to be carried in? Dont you dare make choices for me. I will strangle you in your sleep if you do it again”
            Despite Maka’s anger and threat, Harry couldn’t help but smile. “Yes, alright. I apologize” Harry reached down to pull his pant leg up to assess the damage Maka had done. Thankfully, the snake decided to bite into a portion of his calf that would cause more pain than damage so Harry only summoned a bit of bandage to stop the bleeding. Once he patched himself up, he stood up and walked back into his bedroom, Maka closely following behind him. Once there, Harry found a small cage that held a little dragon figure that Charlie had given him. When he opened the cage, the little dragon woke up and stretched. It was an enchantment that Charlie had performed on the little dragon figurine. When the master of the house was around it would wake up and do what it can to fulfill it’s master’s biding. But more importantly at the moment, Charlie had made it so it could find him at any time or deliver a message from Harry to Charlie whenever the brunette found himself in Romania. The perk of this little enchantment was the as it flew around looking for Charlie, it would not gain the attention of any dragons unlike an owl.
            Harry left the cage open while he walked over to a small desk in the room and penned a note to Charlie. The little palm sized dragon climbed out of the cage and ambled over to take the note from Harry. With the note in his mouth, he unfurled his delicate but sturdy wings. As he began pumping his wings, Harry opened the window and waited until the dragon flew out of the room before closing it again. All that was left was to wait for a response. While he waited, Harry took the opportunity to give Maka a tour of the cottage along with a tour of the surrounding lands.
            The sun was high in the sky by the time Harry and Maka returned to the cottage. There was still no word from Charlie about agreeing to meet with Harry. It troubled Harry greatly that he had not received an answer but he reminded himself the he needed to be patient. It was very possible that Charlie was dealing with a dragon that was particularly dangerous and couldn’t afford to be distracted. By the time he heard a knock on the front door, Harry had planted himself on the couch to read a book he was intending to use in class. Motioning for Maka to stay on her warming rock, Harry went to the door and opened it up hesitantly.
            “Harry! I was so surprised to get a message from you! How are you!?” Charlie laughed, barging into the room. “You brought the kiddos with you right? Come on, you can’t tell me that yo-” Charlie had turned around and stopped mid sentence at the shocked look on Harry’s face. “What’s the matter Harry?”
            Frowning, Harry shut the door and walked over to Charlie, “This wasn’t the greeting I was expecting Charlie…” Running a hand through his messy hair, Harry shook his head.
            “What are you talking Harry? Where are the kids?”
            “Am I to understand that you have not talked to Ron at all?” Harry asked hesitantly.
            Silence filled the room for second before Charlie’s laughter filled the room. “I have no idea what your talking about but I haven’t talked to Mom, Dad or Ron for almost a year. I’ve been way too busy here to talk to anyone outside of Romania.” Charlie reclined in the armchair, looking rather seriously up at Harry. “So, what has changed so drastically in your life that you thought I wouldn’t treat you as another family member of mine?” Something caught Charlie’s eye and he turned, jumping only a little when his eyes fell upon the black beady eyes of Maka. “Woah!”
            “She would be one of the changes. This is Maka. My family saved her from an unfortunate situation. She’s been living with us ever since. But more importantly,” he took a deep breath, encouraged by Charlie’s continued silence, “Ciel’s father returned last September. He learned of Ciel’s existence and our relationship has grown significantly. But, when Ron learned of it all…. Lets just say he no longer considers me a friend.”
            Red eyebrows raised as far as they would go, “Woah. That’s some serious changes. I’m not surprised he would be a bit uptight about who Ciel’s father is though. You’ve been so secretive of that bit of information over the years that I can’t be anything but surprised that he’s shown up. So tell me. Who is it?”
            Squaring his shoulders, Harry stood up straight and faced Charlie with as much courage as he could. “Draco Malfoy.” Every muscle in Charlie’s body stiffened at the mention of Draco’s name.
            “You mean the adorable little boy that I know is a product of you and Draco Malfoy?” Charlie kept his face unreadable as he stood up and approached Harry. When he was a few steps away from Harry, he swung and knocked Harry straight on his ass. He stood over Harry, looking down at Harry who silently nursed his jaw. “No wonder Ron would turn his back on you. But tell me something Harry, do you love him?” Charlie’s face continued to keep his face unreadable.
            “Yes. I have for a very long time Charlie. I wont let him go for anyone, especially not now that I have him in my life again.” The defiance in his eyes finally broke through Charlie’s stoic expression. The red head held out a hand to Harry with a huge smile on his face.
            “That’s good enough for me mate. I can’t say I’m too excited about the match, but there is no way you two could have created a child together without some serious feelings behind it. I’ll do my best to forgive for your sake.” When Harry took his hand, Charlie helped the man up on his feet. “Now, I can’t imagine that was what you wanted to come and tell me right?”
            With a smile of his own, Harry shook his head. “No. Actually, Ciel’s birthday is this Friday and I was hoping you would be able to come and help me make the finishing touches on his birthday. He requested a dragon themed birthday party.”
            “And what better way to plan the party than with a real Dragon Wrangler!! You got it mate. I’m there. Wouldn’t want to disappoint my youngest nephew. Now,” Charlie turned to Maka who remained on her rock, quietly observing the conversation. “Let me take a look at you gorgeous”
            For the next few hours, Charlie, Harry and Maka took the time to catch up. Harry told Charlie all about his relationship with Draco and how the kids were and everything Charlie had missed since they last spoke. They also took the opportunity to plan out Ciel’s birthday party. It was late into the night when the two finished their planning. Charlie would meet them on Sunday, the day of the wizarding party whereas the party for Ciel’s muggle friends would be held on Saturday. It was past midnight before Harry arrived in his own living room at Hogwarts. When he walked through the fire, he found Draco snoozing in one of the arm chairs.
            ‘Must have been waiting up for me’ Harry thought to himself with a smile. Harry gently woke Draco and the two of them went off to bed.

~~~~~

            Both the muggle and the wizarding parties were a big hit. Harry went through great lengths to make every detail accurate and fun. Each child was totally enthralled with the various games Harry had created, all revolving around dragons and the lore behind them. On the day of the wizarding birthday party, Charlie and Harry were able to get a hold of a pony sized stuffed dragon figures that Charlie had enchanted to act like a live dragon, only this dragon had good manners. The dragon gave each child a ride on her back, blew fire and entertained the children for most of the day. In fact, besides the fact that it was a dragon, the large reptile acted very much like a cat. Charlie and Harry had also found enough palm sized figurines that they also enchanted to act as living smaller versions of the real thing. These also were charmed to have decent manners the majority of the time. Each small figurine was given to each wizarding child as a thank you for coming. Maka kept out of the way, very irritable with so many children running around the house. After Ciel had first laid eyes on Charlie that morning, the boy rarely left the man’s side. For a moment is had seemed Draco would object to it but when Harry had silently placed a hand on the man’s bicep, Draco closed his mouth and nodded in agreement. Harry was washing dishes in the kitchen when Draco came over with a heavy sigh.
            “How is it that our son is so fixated on the red head?”
            Chuckling, Harry put a wet dish in the wrack to dry, “Jealous are we?”
            “A Malfoy is NEVER jealous!” Draco responded harshly. Harry could only laugh, receiving a glare from the blonde.
            “Of course not. Anyways, our son loves dragons as you can tell. He wants to be like Charlie because the man can work with them. I wouldn’t be surprised if Ciel really did go off to Romania one day to follow in Charlie’s footsteps. But don't worry Draco.” The brunette looked sidelong at Draco, “We’ve still got plenty of years left before that happens. And don't be jealous of Charlie. He has always been a great friend and fantastic uncle to the boys. At least when he can get away from his work. But Ciel could never replace you or I. You and I are his parents and no one can come between that.” When Draco did not reply, Harry handed him a wet dish. “Now, help me out or go play with our sons. Take your pick.” He smiled even wider when Draco turned and went out to play with Ciel and Teddy who were currently riding on the back of Minora as the boys had begun to call the moving dragon plushie.
            At the end of the weekend all adults involved were exhausted. Thankfully the boys were exhausted as well so when it was time to return to Hogwarts there was no argument from them.

~~~~~

            “Settle down everyone!!” Harry called out over his classroom. It was late March and they were lucky to have a clear, sunny day instead of the rainy downpour they’d been having the past week. Harry had found over the last couple weeks that he’d become tired a little more easily than he normally would. Attributing it to the lack of sunshine, he took that advantage of the good weather to get out into the sun for a little while. The students slowly stopped their conversations with each other and turned their attention to Harry who stood at one end of the Quidditch field. He’d brought his 6th/7th years to the Quidditch field to work on a particularly nasty spell that would bring down their opponent or any nasty creature they would encounter. Not only did it knock the opponent back but it would also result in breaking several of the opponent’s bones. It was a spell that Harry had created himself. He was a bit hesitant to teach the students but he wanted to make sure that if any of his older students found themselves in a dangerous situation that they would have something in their arsenal that would help protect them. To keep his students in check he had made it very clear before they’d started that if he found anyone had used it outside of class then they would be expelled from the school. Of course, if the situation had warranted the need to use the spell then he would not expel them but he wanted to instill the fact that the spell was only to be used in major emergencies.
            Making sure that everyone was paying close attention, Harry proceeded to teach the students the wand movement and the words to chant. Once everyone had that under their wing, Harry used his wand to animate four dummies that were placed across the pitch. They were placed in such a way that was designed to prevent a student from accidentally sending one flying at another student if the spell were to somehow get away from their untrained hands. He frowned momentarily as the act of animating the dummies became increasingly difficult. At the same time there was a small cramp that assaulted his lower stomach. Harry made a mental note to go visit Madame Pomfrey after this class. He’d probably miss dinner but it would end up being worth it. He was sure.
            Harry split the class into four groups and placed each group with a dummy. After that he let them go to practice. While the students practiced, he went around to correct or give encouragement to his students as they each took a turn with a dummy. Harry had gone to help one of his students when he heard a terrified scream. Turning, Harry’s eyes widened as he saw that not only had the spell gotten away from one of his students but it was heading his way. He only had a split second to be thankful that none of the other students near him would be in the path of the spell before he turned his attention back to the spell flying at him. Without even thinking, he cast a barrier spell wandlessly that would block and neutralize the nasty spell. The hex hit the barrier, but to Harry’s horror, his magic gave out on the first contact and the hex went through. Harry turned to his side and raised his arms seconds before the hex made contact with his body.
            Students all around him screamed as Harry flew back. The only reason why he didn’t make a sound himself was that he was too shocked. Besides, it wouldn’t do any good to have his students know how much pain he was in. However, that momentary resolve shattered when his body hit the ground, resulting in an agonized cry from the man. He quickly silenced himself as he lie on the ground trying desperately to catch his breath. He wasn’t sure which shocked him more, the pain, being stupid enough to get hit by the hex or that his magic failed. When he was sure he had composed himself enough, Harry used his good arm to prop himself up, groaning and growling as the pain radiating from his right arm and ribs.
            “Professor!” A hand gripped Harry’s injured shoulder, causing Harry to cry out in agony.
            “Let go Isolde!” Harry gasped. He sat up completely, assessing the damage to his body. He surmised that he’d broken bones in his shoulder, arm and his ribs. He held out his good arm to Isolde who had continued to kneel beside him. Isolde immediately took Harry’s hand and helped him up to his feet. Groaning in agony, Harry stood with the support of Isolde. Upon standing, Harry surmised that it was a tie between wanting to vomit or pass out. He took some time to gather himself enough to address his students who had already gathered round.
            “Is everyone else alright?” When they all chipped in an answer, Harry smiled tightly, “Let this be a testament on how dangerous the hex we are learning today is. It is never to be taken lightly. It can kill an opponent if cast close enough. This hex must never be used unless it is to protect yourself from the most dire of circumstances is that understood?” Each student nodded solemnly. “Good. Now, class is dismissed.” He looked down at Isolde, “Miss. Brown, if you would be so kind to help me to the medical ward, I’d greatly appreciate it” Without another word, Isolde and Harry made their way to the medical ward. It took quite some time to get there but as everyone was in class no one was loitering in the hall to see the two make their way.
            As soon as they entered the ward, Madame Pomfrey immediately came out of her office. As soon as she saw Harry, she scowled and placed her hands on her hips. “What in Merlin’s name Potter! What did you do this time?”
            “Please Madame Pomfrey! Dont be mad at him! It was my-”
            “Miss. Brown.” The girl stopped speaking and looked up at Harry, who was smiling down at her, “It was my fault. I alone knew the risks. I’m just glad no one else got hurt ok? Thank you for taking me here, now off you go. I’m counting on you to reassure the rest of your classmates that their good ol’ Professor is still kickin and will expect the essay that’s due next class.” His statement made the girl smile lightly, before she helped him sit on a bed.
            “Sure enough Professor. See you later.” She turned and left the medical ward. As soon as the girl was gone, Harry’s face turned an alarming shade of white tinged with green. He gripped his shattered side and allowed the full extent of his pain to surface. At the sudden change, Poppy went into action. Running over to Harry, she spelled his outer robes off him and moved him so he was properly lying on the bed. As Poppy cast diagnostic spells on Harry, she felt her stomach churn with how much damage was done on his right side. There was an odd reading that accompanied them but as she was so focused on the damage done to the body she didn’t look into it much.
            “What in the world were you doing Harry!?” Madame Pomfrey scolded, though fear softened her anger.
            The man coughed, a little bit of blood spewing from his mouth. Panting, Harry looked at the women, “I was teaching them Sufflaffligo. You know, that spell that I created. They’re old enough” He coughed again, coughing up more blood.
            “You idiot. Now stop talking until I can fix the damage to your lung. Your arm and shoulder are shattered and your ribs are broken to the point of puncturing your lung. You idiot, you should be more careful!” Within seconds, Madame Pomfrey sent word to the witch who would cover for her in the event that she was busy healing a student. Putting the man to sleep, she set to work healing the internal bleeding and then she would be able to focus on the broken bones. Thankfully she was skilled enough to handle such injuries however it would take all her concentration. She’d learn long ago that if Harry Potter was going to be around Hogwarts that she had to be prepared for any injury that might occur.
            It took over an hour to heal Harry’s internal injuries. Once done, it would take a good amount of time to heal the majority of the bone injuries. Normally it wouldn’t take much time at all, but due to the shattered of most of the bones Poppy had to carefully go through and heal one or two pieces at a time to insure they heal properly. It didn’t help that in Harry’s case, due to the incident with his pregnancy with Ciel, any major healing he required take more time. It was almost as if his body needed more coaxing in order to be healed by magic. As she healed various pieces together she also had to extract multiple pieces when she deemed them too damaged to be treated by magic. The extracting of bones is what really took the majority amount of her time despite Harry requiring a slower approach to magic healing of this magnitude. She didn’t want to strain Harry’s body more than it already was so she made sure to take even more time than required. After this whole process is over it would take a significant amount of potions to get the rest of the bones to grow and heal properly. Do to this, she would speak to Minerva herself to assure that Harry would have Mr. Eckleton oversee his classes. Even if the man attended the class to give orders, she would make sure he did not participate further than that. He would need that time to grow the new bones and heal the ones still in his body.
            She was halfway through healing what bones Poppy could when the doors to the infirmary opened. She couldn’t afford to look up while she was in the middle of extracting a piece of radius that was damaged beyond repair. When she’d extracted the bone shard, she looked up to see Draco staring down at Harry as if his world was falling to pieces. She stepped back from Harry to address Draco.
            “He’ll be fine Mr. Malfoy. I’m almost done repairing what bones I can and I will give firm instructions on his recovery after I am through.”
            “The students are saying he was hit with one of the hexes he was teaching them. He is a much better wizard than that. Blimey, how is it that he was hit by a hex?”
            “I do not know. We’ll have to ask him once I wake him up. If I am free of interruptions for another twenty minutes or so I’ll be able to wake him and we can ask him that very question ourselves.” She waited until Draco nodded and took a step back. The woman conjured a chair in which Draco immediately sat down to wait for Poppy to be finished. When she was sure that she would not be interrupted again, Poppy continued healing and extracting pieces of bone that would prove to cause more injuries down the road.
            Luckily, she was able to finish her work in less than fifteen minutes in which she immediately bustled around gathering the potions Harry would need. After gathering everything required, she finally lifted the spell that kept Harry asleep. She sat in a chair while her and Draco silently waited for Harry to awaken. They only had to wait five minutes before Harry came around. In the meantime, Poppy took the time to give a detailed report on Harry’s injuries to Draco.
            Green eyes groggily opened but shut as pain coursed through his body, particularly on his right side. His bones ached and he was excessively tender. A hand slipped under his left hand, making him turn his head to look into worry filled silver eyes. Under the circumstances, Harry couldn’t help but smile.
            “Who knew I still had a flare for the dramatics”
            Silver eyes narrowed and filled with a fiery rage. “Bastard, this is not the time to joke around. What the hell were you thinking letting yourself get hit by a hex as dirty as that one! What reason could you possibly have to teach students such a spell?”
            Sighing, Draco’s tone made the smile slip from Harry’s face. “They need to know how to defend themselves Draco. You and I both know that evil does not just effect adults. They need to be prepared.”
            Glaring, Draco growled, “If you wanted everyone to be so prepared, then why in Merlin’s name are you, their so called professor, lying in a hospital bed right now?”
            Silence filled the room for a time, Draco patiently waited for Harry to answered his question. In the meantime, Harry stared off into space, considering the best way to answer that question. The true answer gnawed at the back of his mind, a truth that Harry decided to ignore. Instead, Harry shrugged his good shoulder and made up an answer that he hoped would satisfy Draco and Poppy. “It would appear that I was just not quick enough to counter the hex.”
            “The great bleater Harry Potter-” Draco was going to call Harry’s horrid lie when he noticed the sweat beading on Harry’s forehead and the slowing lack of color in Harry’s face. Poppy seemed to notice the same thing as she finally got up and bustled around the bed.
            Poppy moved around to Harry’s side table for a second before placed a glass filled with a potion to Harry’s lips. “Alright, that’s enough talking for you. Drink this. You need to rest. Since I’ve got you stabilized, I will allow you to return to your rooms this instant where you are to stay for the next two days. Do you understand me Harry? If I hear you are not doing this I will have you dragged back here where you will do the rest of your recovering.” Poppy stared at Harry intensely until the brunette nodded in acceptance of his fate, drinking the potion Poppy gave him. “Good. That potion will boost your adrenaline momentarily so you can return to your rooms without much pain.” As soon as Harry finished the potion, Poppy gathered the other potion bottles and placed them into a container before shrinking the container, “This container holds potions for pain, bone regrowth and potions to increase healing in the internal organs that you damaged. Make sure you take these, particularly your favorite bone regrowth potion. Do you hear me?” She gave the container to Draco who placed it in his pocket.
            Without thinking much about it, Harry reached for Draco and he was not left hanging. Draco was immediately by his side, helping Harry up and out of the bed. Not for the first time, Harry was grateful for Draco when he became dizzy upon standing up and his stance began to falter. Draco leaned against him to keep him standing upright.
            “Why dont you let me carry you Harry?” Draco offered softly.
            Harry shook his head, “My right side is the only thing wrong with me. My legs work just fine. But…” Harry shot a small glance Draco’s direction, “A little bit of help won’t be turned away.”
            The hesitation in Harry’s voice made Draco smile lightly, “You know I’m always here for you.” With that Draco pulled Harry’s good arm over his shoulder, ignoring the small gasp of pain from Harry. Once settled the two said their goodbyes to Poppy and left the infirmary. They made their way through the halls, scarcely seeing any students to which Harry was grateful. When they finally reached their chambers they entered quietly and made straight for their bed. Poppy’s adrenaline and pain relieving potion worked it’s magic and was somehow brewed to know when it was no longer needed, for as soon as Draco got Harry settled into bed, Harry’s breathing became labored and beads of sweat started gathering on his forehead again. Maka curled up at the end of the bed, her head resting on Harry’s leg worriedly. Maka had decided to stay in their chambers all day in order to take a break from all the ‘baffling idiots’ that Harry attempted to teach each day. Draco pulled out the container that held all of the potions Harry was to take and placed it on Harry’s nightstand. Once he spelled it back to it’s original size, Draco made Harry drink a dose of all of the required potions which thankfully included a heavy sleeping draught. It took seconds for Harry to fall asleep after that particular brew. After Draco was certain Harry would be comfortable he turned to Maka, “He’ll be alright Maka. I promise.” Then he turned and made his way to Minerva’s office.
            They had all been at dinner when Draco got word of Harry’s accident. Minerva had been kind enough to take the boys under her wing until Draco got things settled. Knocking on Minerva’s office door, the door swung open to grant him access.
            “Papa!” Teddy sprinted across the room and gripped the sleeve of Draco’s robe tightly, “Is daddy dead!!?” Tears poured down the five year old’s face. The boy’s behavior made Draco want to kick himself. He knew how sensitive the boy was, particularly when it came to Harry and when the Slytherin student told Draco about Harry’s accident Draco had panicked and fled the Great Hall, telling both boys to stay with Minerva. Draco should have kept his cool until he’d left the Great Hall. All he had done was panic the boys. Smiling tiredly, Draco knelt down so he could look into Teddy’s face.
            “No need to worry. He is doing just fine. But he was hurt pretty bad so he’s taking this moment to rest in bed. You boys can see him tomorrow when he wakes up. I’m sure he would like to see you both.” Draco turned his gaze to Ciel who hung back. Smiling softly at the boy, Draco held out a hand towards the boy. It only took a second for Ciel to run towards Draco, burying his face in the man’s clothes. Sighing internally, he picked up Ciel, who firmly attached himself around Draco’s neck. Gripping Teddy’s hand, Draco nodded his thanks to Minerva who nodded grimly in return. “I’ll come back as soon as I can to explain everything Minerva.” With that, Draco took the boys back to their chambers.
            He decided not to argue when the two boys refused to sleep in their own chamber that night, so Draco conjured up two comfortable cots for them to sleep on at the foot of the bed. It would just have to be one big slumber party in the adults’ bedroom. When the boys fell into a fitful slumber, Draco finally got ready for bed himself. Crawling into bed, Draco arranged himself so that he could watch Harry for a time before he would fall asleep himself. The answer Harry had given him for why he was lying in a hospital bed was a lie and Draco knew it and he didn’t like it.
            Miss. Brown, the girl who had come to inform him of the accident had specifically told him that Harry had used wandless magic to put up a barrier and for a second the hex had been stopped. But then a moment later the hex continued through the barrier and hit Harry. The thought of Harry’s magic failing him terrified Draco. Never had he heard of something like this happening. That being said he wasn’t at all surprised to hear that it would happen to Harry. The man did have a flare for unwelcome disasters. There would be time however to squeeze the truth out of Harry, but tonight obviously would not be the night. Until then Draco was just grateful that Harry was alive.

~~~~~

            Later that night Draco found himself suddenly awakened. Turning onto his side, he found that Harry was not lying beside him. Maka seemed to be sleeping heavily so she wasn’t disturbed when Draco crawled out of bed. He made his way towards the living room where he’d seen a light glow under the door. He silently closed the door behind him as he watched Harry’s profile sitting on the couch staring intently upon a small rubber ball. It’d been a muggle toy that had become Ciel’s newest favorite toy to play with. Draco watched Harry carefully as the brunette raised a hand towards the ball, muttering the simple levitation spell they’d learned their first year at Hogwarts. Yet even after Harry muttered the spell, the ball continued to sit on the coffee table in front of him. He tried once more with his wand only to experience the same result. Witnessing Harry’s magic fail him, Draco realized it was even more terrifying than being told about it. Draco stood there in shock for what seemed like an eternity before gaining his wits enough to speak out loud.
            “Your magic failed you earlier today didn’t it.” It was an accusation, not a question.
            “It did.” Came the hollow response as he set his wand down. Harry’s gaze lowered to his good hand, his injured arm having been cradled in his lap. Immediately Draco went to Harry, sitting on the coffee table and gripping Harry’s good hand in his own.
            “What in Merlin’s name is going on Harry. You know. I know you know. You wouldn’t be so bloody calm about it all otherwise.”
            Emerald eyes flashed up at him, “What makes you think I’m calm about this? I am by no means calm” he barked. “The only explanation that I can come up with is…” the brunette’s voice trailed off as the blood drained from his face. Voicing the truth was worse than it bouncing around in his head. Voicing it aloud made it real and he wasn’t entirely sure how he was going to deal with it. There was also the fact that he was terrified Draco may not take the news kindly. Plainly put, he was absolutely terrified. The terror in Harry’s eyes startled Draco greatly. He’d seen fear in the man’s eyes before but this was different. This terror was Harry being honest with Draco to the fullest extent, even if the brunette wouldn’t tell him vocally what was going on.
            “Harry, you need to tell me what is going on.” The firmness in Draco’s voice made Harry look away. The man ran his hand through his hair. After a moment, Harry reached for the coffee table where a muggle note pad was sitting with a pen next to it. He had to take a deep breath in order to force his hand to stop shaking. When he was able to control his hand better, he wrote down the spell he needed Draco to cast but was too afraid to ask of the man out loud.
            “It’s only a hunch… but you’ll need to cast this spell on me. It’s the only way to know for sure.”
            Draco looked down at the pad of paper and read the spell, his eyes shooting up to Harry’s face in disbelief. “You’re pregnant?”
            “I dont know Draco.” Harry countered, his voice tight with panic, “My magic has only failed me once or twice before. Until today I hadn’t realized that the two were at all related. But I distinctly remember my magic failing me right before I found out about Ciel. Please Draco,” Harry’s voice turned pleading, “Just cast the spell.” The two men stared at each other for a moment before Draco picked up Harry’s wand and cast the spell. A small sphere hovered in front of Harry’s stomach as he laid back. The sphere changed colors between blue and red for what seemed like an eternity. As the two watched the sphere intently, the sphere’s color change finally began to slow. Not a second later blue bled through the red and this time it did not change.
            “Fuck…” Harry muttered softly, his body slumping forward to cradle his head in his good hand, his whole body trembling lightly. He felt like his stomach was going to come up through his mouth and never come back. This would definitely change things for him and Draco. He was brought out of his pit of negative thinking when he felt a warm hand cup under his chin and he was forced to look up. As soon as his head was turned up, he felt Draco’s lips press firmly against his own. When Draco pulled away, he only pulled away far enough to place another kiss on the corner of Harry’s mouth before sitting back on his heels. But the look of unadulterated terror in Harry’s eyes caused Draco to reign in his happiness. Right when Harry opened his mouth, Draco placed a hand over his mouth.
            “Don’t. I dont know what you are so afraid of but dont you dare apologize. I can see that you want to. So dont.” The blonde smiled brightly, “I’m too happy to let you ruin this for me.”
            “But Draco…” Harry shook his head, his shoulders slumped in defeat, “We can’t handle another child. Blimey we aren’t even 22 yet. 22 Draco! Only 22 and we already have 2 kids. How many people do we know that are 22 with 2 kids and more on the way? Then theres the fact that I can’t possibly keep working when I’m far enough along, and you even said we were supposed to be married before we had another child. And…” Harry’s voice trailed off as his mind wandered into his own thoughts and memories.
            Even though Draco was completely and utterly ecstatic about this news, the fact that Harry was so terrified made him sober a bit more. Harry would not panic like this over nothing and for Draco to see the Boy Wonder literally shaking with fear was something to take seriously. That being said he had no intention of letting anything truly ruin his happy mood. “I admit that I had hoped to propose to you before we faced this particular event but I’m still going to marry you one way or another. As for kids, who cares if we’re not even 22 years old. It just means we have more days to enjoy with our children. And if we can handle two kids now then adding one more won’t be a problem for us.” He took hold of Harry’s shaking hand and dropped his voice enough to show that he was sincere in his coming question, “Harry, what really has you so frightened?”
            Haunted eyes gazed into shining silver ones, “I’m not sure I can survive another pregnancy Draco. I barely made it through the last one and I can’t bare the thought of leaving you or the boys alone.”
            That statement cooled Draco’s excitement, more than he cared to admit. It was indeed a frightening thought. He remembered how it felt to watch as Ciel was born and how badly off Harry had seemed when the memory ended. For a moment, Draco and Harry sat in silence as the two thought over the depressing possibility. After some thought, Draco took a deep breath in then let it out slowly. “Well… we will have to make sure that things run smoothly now won’t we. Things will be different this time around.” Draco smiled warmly at Harry, “This time, I’m not going anywhere. I will stay right here by your side no matter what. Now,” Draco leaned in to capture another kiss, this one long and sensual, finally coaxing Harry out of his depressed and panicked state a smidgen. He pulled away and leaned his forehead against Harry’s, “I know this is by no means the best way to ask but would you seriously consider marrying me now? Seems unfit for our second child to be born without a proper father at their side.”
            Draco’s question brought a strangled laugh from Harry’s chest. “What a time to ask, you ass hat!” Harry accused. His laughter quickly faltered and Harry hunched over a little, clenching his right side with a guttural moan and a soft whimper. Frowning, Draco placed a hand over Harry’s good one.
            “When was the last time you took your potions?”
            Panting, Harry shrugged lightly, “Before I fell asleep maybe?”
            “Idiot.” Draco scolded mildly. He stood and swiftly retrieved Harry’s potions. Setting it on the coffee table he helped Harry take a does of each one. After that was done, Draco took a seat on the coffee table his eyes filled with concern. “We need to get you to a doctor now.” His voice for the first time during their conversation lacked all positive inflections. “We don't know if you’re injuries will effect the baby!”
            Draco’s sudden panic made Harry smile once again. Harry reached a hand towards Draco, which the blonde immediately took hold of, and began to stand up. Draco gingerly helped Harry stand, though his eyebrows were still furrowed. Once up, Harry smiled lightly towards Draco. “Don’t worry. The baby is fine. All the damage was done to my upper body, not my lower body. However, I will send a letter to Dr. Jagra tomorrow. I’m sure he’d want to hear about our… news.” With a small groan Harry pulled away from Draco, swaying a little as the sleeping draught started to take effect. It would seem the second dose didn’t take effect as quickly as the first one
            “Come one, lets get you back to bed. Besides, you’re supposed to stay in bed for the next two days anyways. Poppy’s orders.” Draco commented.
            Harry groaned, from pain or from Poppy’s orders, Draco wasn’t sure. “Like that ever stops me from getting out of bed.” Harry muttered as they entered their bedroom. He pointed to the boys who continued to slumber peacefully in their cots. “What happened there?” he asked quietly.
            Draco helped Harry into the bed, noticing that Maka had moved to her warming rock near the closet door. When he replied he kept his voice low so as not to awaken the boys, “They were worried about you and begged to sleep in here. They thought it would make you feel better. That’s also why you’re sleeping with Drake” Draco said as he pointed towards the stuffed dragon sitting next to Harry’s pillow.
            Harry smiled in their direction, “You’re right Draco,” he said as he got more comfortable under the covers, “I think we can do this. If this little one turns out anything like its brothers we’ll be fine. Do you think they will enjoy another sibling?” he asked.
            Draco climbed into bed beside Harry, smiling once again. Instead of lying down on his side, he crawled over to Harry who was lying on his back. Without even asking, Draco pulled up the shirt Harry had changed into before falling asleep the first time and placed a hand on the man’s stomach. “I’m certain they will be ecstatic over the news. I know I am.” Draco leaned over and began placing small kisses all over Harry’s stomach. Smiling, Harry let his good hand reach out and tangle his fingers in Draco’s long blonde hair. With a gigantic yawn, Harry began to relax, but before he fell asleep, Draco heard the murmured words, “Of course I’ll marry you Draco.” Draco continued to rain slow lingering kisses on Harry’s stomach until Harry’s breathing slowed and evened out, indicating the man was deeply asleep. The rest of the night, Draco lie next to Harry, listening to him breathing. He wasn’t entirely sure if Harry knew that he’d just agreed to marry Draco but it was a detail that Draco would over look as he began making plans for their wedding. This moment felt a bit surreal because this day had become one of the scariest and best days of his life.

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            Harry groggily rolled over as he woke from his deep sleep. Pain from his right side pulled a strangled yelp from him, fully awaking the man in an instant. He cradled his injured side as best he could as he sat up. Groaning he was thankful that the nasty business of growing bones back was over with and all that was left was recovering from the rest of the injuries. He looked around and found the potions had been returned to his night stand. He leaned over and with some difficulty, managed to find a potion to deal with the pain. Panting, he took the potion and sat back in bed. Without thinking about it, Harry placed a hand over his stomach. His thoughts drifted back to the fact that he was once again pregnant. The news had come as a shock and he wasn’t entirely certain if he was pleased with it or not.
            “What is that look for?” Draco’s voice pulled Harry out of his thoughts. Emerald eyes looked over to Draco who continued to lie down in bed beside him. Silver eyes were clouded with concern. “Hey, what’s wrong?” the man kept his voice low as the boys had yet to wake.
            For a moment, Harry didn’t speak. He seemed to sink back into his thoughts but then he looked down at his stomach.
            “I know that we said we could do this Draco but… I still have my doubts.” He voice was overflowing with uncertainty.
            The blonde frowned and sat on the bed next to Harry, “What makes you say that.”
            “What if I don’t survive this time?” The blunt question caught Draco off guard a little, but he took a deep breath to give him time to think of a proper answer.
            “I’d rather choose not to think about that. However,” Draco pulled his hand out from under the covers he was covered in and held it up to stop Harry from speaking, “If you don’t survive then me and the boys will live life as best we can in you’re honor. Frankly, that is all I wish to say about the matter because you won’t die. I wont let you.” Sitting up, Draco leaned over and placed a small kiss on Harry’s cheek before he swung his legs over the edge and stood up. As he made his way into the bathroom, Harry stood up. He took the stuffed dragon and walked over to stand over the boys who slept soundly. It made his heart ache a little when he noticed Teddy’s eyes were still a bit red and swollen.
            “He’s been suffering a good portion of the night.” Maka stated from her spot on the bed.
            “That makes me sad,” Harry responded softly.
            “You are baring hatchlings again with your mate.” The complete change of subject made Harry glance over at the snake.
            “Not now Maka.” Kneeling down with a great deal of pain, Harry reached out his good arm and ran his fingers through the boy’s hair. He placed a small kiss on the boy’s forehead before turning to Ciel. The boy’s eyes were open, watching Harry silently. Smiling softly, Harry moved a little until he was sitting down next to Ciel. The boy continued to stare at Harry with wide frightened eyes.
            “Good morning.” Harry stated softly. When Ciel didn’t respond, Harry continued, “Your Papa told me how you and your brother wanted to sleep here to keep me company. That was a very kind thing to do and it made me feel a lot better.”
            The boy’s lower lip quivered, “Are you going to die Daddy?” Harry’s heart ached once more at the utter desolation in the boy’s voice yet it made Harry smile a little. Only cause his son’s concern for him made him feel loved all the more than he already did.
            “No,” he said, shaking his head, “No I’m not going to die. I’m injured, not dying.” Harry stated with a small smile. He lifted Drake up and placed him next to Ciel. “Thank you for letting me snuggle with Drake. Made me feel very protected.”
            Ciel shook his head, sitting up to look at Harry clearly, “He wasn’t there to protect you Daddy. Only Papa can do that.”
            As flattering as the statement was, Harry was still confused, “Then why did you decide to let me snuggle with Drake last night?”
            “To make the ouchies go away.” Ciel picked up the dragon and held him tightly, “Did he do a good job?”
            “Drake did a fantastic job. Because of his help, I’ll be better in no time.” Harry replied cheerfully.
            “Harry,” Ciel and Harry turned towards Draco who stood near by, “You really should get back in bed. Doctor’s orders remember?” The blonde chuckled when both Harry and Ciel groaned at the mention of doctor’s orders. But Harry slowly stood up, being careful not to jar his ribs or arm and got back into bed. Ciel also got up and slipped into the bed beside Harry. The boy snuggled as close to Harry’s good side as he could, keeping his eyes trained on the older man. Once they were both settled, Maka slithered up and draped herself across both of their legs. She’d been keeping her thoughts to herself since late last night.
            “Can I stay home with you today Daddy?”
            “We should really leave Daddy alone so he can rest Ciel,” Draco said as he finished putting on his teaching robes. It was a bit early to leave but Draco didn’t feel right getting up without getting ready as it was a weekday. “Come on, let’s get you ready since your awake.”
            “Wait,” Harry spoke up finally, smiling softly at Draco, “I dont mind. I won’t be able to sleep for a while as it is. But,” Harry turned his gaze to Ciel with sincere eyes, “I won’t be able to play with you much. So are you sure you’d rather stay home with me? I’m sure you would have more fun with the elves.”
            The child shook his head, “I want to stay with you. Please?” The boy snuggled closer next to Harry.
            The two adults looked at each other for a moment before shrugging. “Alright,” Draco finally stated as he sat down on a chair to put on his shoes, “I’ll ask the elves to come around every now and then just in case you change your mind.” He walked over to the bed and placed a kiss on Ciel’s head then one on Harry’s lips. As he did so, his hand rested protectively on Harry’s stomach feeling the need to touch and remind himself of their exciting news. When he pulled away, Harry smiled warmly at him.
            “I’ll write to Dr. Jagra today. See if I can convince him to be my doctor again.”
            “Let me know right away when he responds. I am going to leave early so as to speak with the elves. I’ll return as soon as I can to check in on you and the boys.”
            “Stop worrying about us, we’ll be fine.”
            Silver eyes glared at Harry mildly, “Since when is there ever a moment when you can keep yourself out of trouble? I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Draco kissed Harry and Ciel as well as Teddy’s still sleeping form before he finally left the room and out into the castle. When Harry looked down at Ciel, he found the boy already having fallen asleep. For a while, Harry tried to fall back asleep himself but the sleeping draughts had made sleeping a very unappealing thought. Hoping his luck would change, Harry tried to levitate some blank parchment, a quill and a small writing desk over to him but unfortunately his magic was still missing. Sighing heavily, Harry got up and grabbed the things he was needing. He crawled back into bed, making sure not to disturb Ciel or Maka and then began to draft a letter to Dr. Jagra. In all honesty, Harry knew the man wouldn’t turn him away. After Ciel had been born, the doctor took a keen interest in Harry’s little family and he was often referred to as their uncle with how much the man had played a role in the boy’s early years. As it were, the man had decided to spent the last year and a half learning new techniques and finding new medicines in Egypt and South America. Every now and then Harry would get a letter from the man which told Harry all the new things the man was learning. Yet Harry hadn’t heard from the man since Draco came back so it wasn’t something that Harry had thought to discuss with the man. Harry spent quite a bit of time writing the letter, as he was constantly distracted by Ciel who would speak softly every now and then in his slumber. Then he took his time writing multiple drafts as he wasn’t entirely sure how to write out his request.
            When Harry was finally done with the letter he took one more moment to read it through once again:

            Hendricson,
                        How is your time in Egypt? Things are going well on my end. I started working at Hogwarts as the DADA Professor and so far the job has proved to be quite enlightening in it’s own way. The boys are doing well, they accompanied me so we are all living on the grounds. The elves here are always pleased to see them and work with them. Ciel just turned five not to long ago, and we threw him two parties this year. One for his muggle friends and one for the wizarding friends that he has made. Both parties were Dragon themed. The boys miss you by the way.
                        Anyways, I must admit that this letter is more than just a brief update on our lives. I have a rather serious request to ask of you but I am hesitant to ask such a request in a letter. Is there a way that we could set up a time to floo call soon so I can make my request somewhat in person. I hope to hear from you soon.

                                                                                    Harry

            Harry glanced at the clock near his bed and sighed when he noticed that it wasn’t even nine o’clock yet. There was no way that he’d be able to get the letter to an owl by himself so he slowly got out of bed and walked into the living area. He was happy to find that one of the elves who watched over the boys was bustling around the room cleaning everything the elf could touch.
            “Manky could I ask you to do something for me?” The elf whipped around to smile lop-sidedly at Harry.
            “What can I do for the great Harry Potter?”
            Harry held up the letter, “I have an important letter that needs to be taken to the Owlry, but I can’t make it up there myself. Would you be so kind as to take this to the Owlry for me? My personal owl Rowan should be there.” He handed the letter over when Manky held out his hand. The elf turned it over and looked at who it was addressed to then he nodded lightly.
            “Riply will take my place while I do Harry Potter’s bidding. If Harry Potter will forgive Manky, I will leave right away.” With out a second thought, Manky snapped his fingers and he disappeared. With that bit of business done, Harry went back into his bedroom to find both boys playing with Drake on his bed. Smiling happily, Harry gingerly got back into bed and all three of them spent the rest of the morning playing dragons and ogres. When lunch time came around Riply and Pipsy came with food on trays for the little family and all three of them ate in Harry’s bed which was something they never ever did.
            Soon after lunch Harry found himself needing to take a heavy dose of the pain potion Poppy had sent along with him the night before. Between playing with the boys and all the movement he had done that morning he was in quite a bit of pain. Though his ribs were slowly healing, it was still not a pleasant to feel pain with every breath or movement he made. After he took a dose of the pain potion, he began a game of cards with the boys. It was a muggle came called Uno, which just so happened to be the boys’ favorite game at daycare. Half way through the game, Harry leaned back on his propped up pillows and closed his eyes for what he thought was a second. Little did he know that within moments he was fast asleep.
            Didn’t take long for the boys to notice this. Though they didn’t entirely understand what had happened to their father, they understood the need for Harry to be comfortable. So the boys went into action as soon as they noticed Harry sleeping and they went about gathering their favorite toys and blankets and anything else that they thought to be special. Ciel talked with Maka to acquire her help in where to place some of their items and after all was said and done, the boys settled themselves back on the bed and continued to play their card game as quietly as they could. Draco found them this way when he was finally able to make it back to their living quarters after his last lesson. He had been in a foul mood because he hadn’t been able to get away all day to check on Harry but the moment he stepped into his bedroom to find nearly all of Teddy’s and Ciel’s favorite things set all over the room, all the tension Draco was feeling went away. The boys and Maka were sitting quietly on the bed playing a game of cards beside a passed out Harry. Draco didn’t even ask about the change in decor to his rooms and he went about changing into more comfortable clothing and then found a spot on the bed and joined the game. It made him smile to see that Harry had a small bunch of cards in his hand. It would seem that they all had been playing the game when Harry fell asleep. They were still playing the game when all of them heard the fire in the living room roar to life all of a sudden. The boys looked at each other before looking at Draco who trained his suspicious gaze at the door that cut them off from the rest of their living chambers.
            A soft curse reached their ears before the deep voice called out, “Harry? Are you home?” Draco frowned. He had heard that voice somewhere before but he couldn’t place where he’d heard it. The boys, who had been staring at Draco, smiled and glanced at each other before they sprung off the bed, one of the boys roughly plowing over Harry to get to the door. Harry cried out as he was rudely awakened, by that time the boys had already opened the door and sprinted out into the living room. The brunette wasn’t the only one upset by the sudden movement. Maka hissed rather angrily having just barely gotten out of the way before being trampled by the boys.
            “Uncle Henry!” Draco heard Teddy cry out. There were not many people that Teddy would openly be excited about like that so whoever it was must be important. A seed of jealousy began to grow in Draco’s chest at the idea that he had not been told about this supposedly important person. Draco turned to Harry who was cradling his injured side with a small whimper.
            “Are you alright?” Draco asked, his voice willed with concern.
            Gasping through the pain, Harry nodded. “I’m fine. I think. Bloody hell… what is going on?”
            Draco shrugged, “I dont know. Someone came through the floo just now. I’ll be right back. I want to see who it is.” With that, Draco stood up to his fullest and as elegantly as he knew how, Draco strode out into the living room. When he got there, Ciel and Teddy were literally hanging on a man’s arms who was smiling brightly at them both. He was a tall muscular man of seeming Indian descent with chocolate brown skin and jet black hair. He had a long square jaw and brown almond shaped eyes. As soon as the other man looked up his expression turned confused for a moment before his eyes sparkled with recognition. He convinced the boys to let go before walking up to Draco with his hand stretched out.
            “I am Dr. Hendricson Jagra, a friend of the family.”
            Draco’s silver eyes narrowed slightly, “If you’re a friend of the family, how is it that I’ve never heard about you?”
            A bushy eyebrow raised at the challenge but Hendricson smiled kindly, understanding his position. “I am not entirely certain. I can assure you though, I would never stand between you and your family. Since it is yours to begin with if I am not mistaken.” The man’s smile was confident and not at all offended by Draco’s behavior. He continued to keep his hand stretched out, and was most pleased when Draco finally took his hand.
            “My name is Draco Malfoy.” Draco stated with a hint of embarrassment in his voice. His jealousy had shown and he wasn’t entirely happy about being so completely caught in the act. Shrugging a little, Draco let down his guard some. “Please make yourself comfortable”
            “Thank you,” Jagra said happily. He looked down at the two boys who stood quietly waiting for the adults to be done with their ‘serious’ talk. They looked up at Jagra and guided him to the couches. Ciel pointed to Draco, who had sat down in a chair opposite Jagra and the boys.
            “Uncle Henry, that’s our Papa! He came home before Christmas!” Ciel bounced in his seat, looking between Jagra and Draco, then he wiggled off the couch and bounded over to Draco before crawling into the man’s lap. He then pointed back at Jagra, “That’s Uncle Henry, Papa. He’s been gone for a long time so he hasn’t been able to come play with us either.” The blonde’s bright green eyes turned sad at the thought. Jagra chuckled, running a hand through his silky black hair.
            “He’s correct. I’ve been traveling in Egypt and South American learning new medical practices.”
            “And it’s good to see you back,” Everyone turned to see Harry leaning heavily against the door frame to the master bedroom, still cradling his injured side. Maka followed closely to Harry’s side. Draco quickly stood up, placing Ciel onto the chair he had just occupied. The boy quickly informed the doctor of their snake’s name at the small jump he gave upon seeing her. However his attention quickly went back to Harry.
            “Blimey Harry. You should still be in bed.” Draco scolded. However, when he reached Harry he only walked the man to a large overstuffed lounge chair. He stayed next to him in order to help support him if the brunette needed it. In the meantime, Jagra stared at Harry with stern over analyzing eyes. Once Harry was settled into his chair, Draco took one more moment to hover before returning to his own seat. Maka quickly came and draped herself over the back of the chair. For a moment there was silence in the room except for the idle chatter Teddy and Ciel were having between themselves. They desperately were planning on where in Hogwarts to take Uncle Henry.
            Jagra turned to the boys and with a bright smile on his face he said, “Hey little ones. Why dont you go plan where our tour is going to go in your room? That way it’ll be a surprise and I won’t have any idea where we’re going??” They looked at each other for a second before grinning rather evilly. Teddy climbed down from the couch and ran to the kids’ bedroom.
            “Come on Ciel!! Let’s go plan!” Ciel was not far behind Teddy and when the last one entered the room they slammed the door shut leaving the adults in peace and quite.
            “I must admit, I’m surprised your here. I only sent you my letter this morning.” Harry stated tiredly.
            Jagra nodded understandingly, “I was in the middle of researching at one of the libraries in Brazil when an elf popped out of nowhere saying he had a letter from Harry Potter addressed to me.” That bit of information made Harry smile. Leave it to the house elves at Hogwarts to take it upon themselves to personally deliver an important message for him without being asked. “I dont suppose that you are wanting me to take a look at your injury that you’ve somehow acquired would you?” Jagra at that point stood up and knelt in front of Harry, casual behavior completely replaced by his no-nonsense doctor demeanor. Harry adjusted himself in the chair so as to give Jagra better access to his ribs and arm.
            “No, actually. However you’re opinion on that won’t be turned away.” His gasp and wince indicated a very tender spot when Jagra started probing Harry’s torso with his gentle fingers. Jagra mumbled an apology before continuing his examination. He stayed silent for a moment, pulling out his wand and casting a spell or two on the injured area before sitting back on his heels shaking his head.
            “Seems like you are on the mend from a very nasty injury. What in good earth’s name did you do to yourself?” Jagra asked glaring accusingly at the brunette, “Who ever was in charge of patching you up did a fantastic job! I’d like to meet them.”
            Flushing, Harry ran a hand through his messy hair, “It was an accident that I had in my class yesterday. It’s a spell I created to take down an enemy foe. Long story short, one of my students lost control and it hit me.”
            “You’re a very powerful wizard Harry. I find it hard to believe that you couldn’t deflect the spell.” Jagra stated in disbelief.
            Harry’s face tightened a little, “Actually, that’s why I asked to speak with you.” He glanced at Draco and with a nod of encouragement from the blonde, Harry continued, “My magic failed me once before in much the same fashion. I hadn’t noticed it then but as this is the only other time it’s happened…” Harry placed his good hand over his stomach, “I’m pregnant again. We did the test last night to confirm it. So Hendricson we’re in need of your assistance once again if your willing.” Jagra’s eyes expanded 3x their normal size. He turned to Draco, his mouth gapping wide open.
            “Incredible!” The man practically giggled with excitement, “I’ve done plenty of research since your first pregnancy Harry,” He glanced back at Harry, “and in all that I’ve read I’ve never heard of a male couple becoming pregnant twice!” He moved a little closer to Harry, placing a hand on his stomach with a small frown. When he spoke, his voice became chiding and concerned, “Harry you should have gone to St. Mungos as soon as you found out about the pregnancy. Whatever potions your other physician has you on must be changed so as not to cause any potential danger to the unborn child. Not to mention we need to make sure that there is no damage to your uterus as a result of your injury. I doubt there is any if you’ve gone this long without suffering any ill effects. But still.” He cast a few spells, and when he was done he smiled lightly. “Thankfully you and your child are not in any danger from your little incident. However,” The man’s tone turned ominously dangerous, “If you do another stunt like that I can not ensure the safety of the two of you. Got it?”
            Harry nodded, sighing heavily, “It’s not as if I try to get injured”
            Draco mock laughed, “Oh no, accidents just are excessively attracted to you.”
            Grinning coyly, Harry asked sarcastically, “You wouldn’t be including yourself in that statement are you?”
            Draco sat up straighter, somewhat offended by the statement, “Of course not! Having a Malfoy in one’s life is by no means an accident.” He stated arrogantly. His behavior made Harry laugh, genuinely smiling at the interaction. Harry laughing made Draco sit back and pout, knowing he walked right into the brunette’s teasing. Jagra smiled at the interaction himself, he could noticeably see the change in Harry. He seemed healthier, despite being as injured as he was. His eyes were brighter, filled with a hope that he hadn’t seen in a long time in the man. He was glad that he could meet Draco. It couldn’t be just anyone whom Harry was pining after all these years and from just this small interaction, Jagra couldn’t imagine anyone else. However, as Harry’s doctor his mind turned to all the negative things that came with this joyous news.
            “Gentlemen,” Jagra’s call for attention, immediately silenced the bickering, “I am sorry to be the one to bring down the mood but we have some serious things to discuss. As great as this news is for the two of you, I am very concerned with how this time around is going to go. As I hope your aware, Mr. Malfoy, Harry’s last pregnancy almost cost him his life. This time I do have more years of research under my belt but I am still concerned.”
            Draco ground his teeth at the reminder, “Yes. I’m very well aware. Harry was kind enough to show me the memory. I must admit, I still dont understand what happened that night.”
            The doctor stood up and sat down on the couch facing them, “That is an interesting thought Mr. Malfoy. I’ve done quite a bit of research as I said and unlike females who are biologically designed for creating life in their bodies, male pregnancies are purely magical. Literally. When a male pair becomes pregnant, the bearer creates and for the most part sustains the pregnancy with his own magic. So when he gives birth to a child, the barer of the child is magically torn in two so that the child has a higher chance of surviving. But it is said that without the presence of the male who impregnated his partner throughout the pregnancy, it is nearly impossible for the barer to ground his magic enough to keep him alive come the birth of the child. It is also said that with the presence of the father, they offer up their own magical energy somehow which helps replenish the mother’s own store. However, there is not enough evidence out there to support all of this. The few male pregnancies out there are very hush hush about the inner workings. The few that were recorded in hazy details noted that without the father being present, the mother of the child will more often than not, die during delivery. Thankfully, Harry here has luck on his side for he was able to survive. It wasn’t easy however,” He looked over to Harry and took in the man’s expression. Green eyes seemed to be seeing something that the rest of them couldn’t. His face had paled and his lips were pressed tightly together and his hands were clenched tightly.
            Sighing heavily, Draco leaned forward, feeling a little like he’d been kicked in the gut, “He won’t die this time will he?”
            Jagra took a moment to decide the best way to answer the man’s question, “I believe that it is a very possible outcome, however, if you plan on remaining throughout the pregnancy I believe that the likelihood of any such event will be significantly reduced. Or at least that is my hope with the evidence I’ve found so far.”
            Silver eyes flashed angrily, his voice turning steely cold, “There is no ‘if’ about it Doctor. I will not abandon the barer of my child.”
            “Draco.” Harry spoke softly, quelling the next volley of harsh words he could see building in Draco’s mind, “He didn’t mean anything by it Draco. You dont need to prove anything to anyone.” Turning his attention to Jagra, “What is our next step Hendricson?”
            “Well, the first step is to talk with your doctor which you just did. I will of course be your physician through your pregnancy which I think is rather obvious at this point. We’ll make an appointment a month from now and just like last time I’ll ask that we meet once a month just to make sure everything is going well. How is your hip Harry?”
            “It still hurts a bit in the cold weather.” Draco audibly scoffed. Harry scowled at Draco, “What was that for?”
            “A bit? Harry tell the truth to the man please.” The blonde turned his eyes to the doctor, “There have been times that the cold weather makes his hip hurt so bad that he can do nothing but curl up in bed and literally pass out.”
            Harry’s face flushed brightly, “That doesn’t happen often.” Harry shifted a little in the chair. “Regardless, Draco showed me a spell that would keep me warm for a given amount of time. That’s helped stave off any complications. But even that doesn’t stop the ache after a time.” Nodding, Jagra rubbed his neatly trimmed beard for a moment.
            “You’ll have to be prepared. For it might happen again…” He stated cautiously.
            Harry groaned, “Don’t tell me that. I can barely deal with the injury that I have. We dont even know if it’ll refrain from healing like it did last time.”
            “That’s true, but…” Jagra glanced at Draco, “With all luck on our side, we wont have that particular issue with Draco being here. If I remember correctly, your wound didn’t heal properly because of your brush with death and how drained of magic you had become. I will do what I can to make it as painless a process as possible. However,” Jagra trained pointed eyes at Harry, “If you would be so kind as to pay attention to your signs of labor this time around it would make my job far easier.”
            “Excuse me?” Draco raised a curved eyebrow, “What did you say?”
            Blushing, Harry avoided everyone’s gaze, “I’m sure I’ve mentioned it to you before Draco. Either way it’s not my fault. It’s not like I’d given birth before, how was I supposed to know what labor felt like.” A yawn caught Harry by surprise. It would seem that the man was still rather exhausted from all the healing his body had been doing. “If you gentlemen will exhaust me, I believe it is about time I return to my bed. Come Maka.” Without another word, Harry turned and walked back to his bedroom with Maka right on his heels, leaving the two men together.
            Draco’s eyebrow raised a little higher, his voice betraying his surprise, “I dont believe I’ve ever seen him willing go to bed this early before.” Jagra’s deep rumble of a laugh resonated softly throughout the room.
            “It was bound to happen between his injury and his pregnancy. I bet though he’s really just taking the excuse to run away from that topic. However Mr. Mal-”
            “Please. Call me Draco. If you are such good friends with Harry and the boys, it is only fitting that we be friends as well.” Though Draco’s face was neutral, his eyes were soft and friendly. Jagra nodded his head, smiling brightly.
            “Alright, Draco. Call me Hendrics” His smile faded a little, “Make sure you are careful with Harry. I know for a fact that he did not strain himself very much during his first pregnancy. In fact if I remember correctly he rarely went anywhere throughout it all. This is a different environment than previous. That being said,” The man’s eyes began to sparkle, “If I may offer one more bit of advice,” He waited to continue until Draco gave him the nod of approval, “In my medical opinion, you two should have sex quite often. Though I do not have any proof, I have a theory that because your semen helped give life inside of Harry, it would stand to reason that your semen would also be the means in which you help restore his own magical energy that is being used to create your child. And needless to say, the more you two have sex the more prepared his passage will be when it comes time for delivery.” When Draco did nothing but sit there and blush. Jagra smirked and stood up. “Alright, if you dont mind I’d love to take the boys. I believe they wanted to take me on a tour of the castle. I’ll make sure to return them before their bedtime.”
            The blonde nodded, “Of course. I’ll send one of the house elves with you in case they decide to get creative with their tour and take you somewhere they shouldn’t. And Hendrics, thank you for coming so promptly. I know it helped thwart some of Harry’s fears over it all.”
            “You are more than welcome Draco. I am happy for the both of you. I hope by the end of all of this you’ll allow me to write a detailed book about this experience. It would be helpful to other male couples who find themselves in the same situation.”
            “I will discuss the idea with Harry when I have the chance.” Nodding his thanks, Jagra left the living room to find the boys, leaving Draco to sit in silence in the living room.

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            “Bloody hell Harry!” Draco growled when he found Harry gone from their chambers. The boys had been sent to school that morning leaving Harry to rest in bed in peace and Draco could go to his office and finish up a little bit grading. He’d wanted to get as much grading done as he could so he could have the rest of his Saturday and Sunday with his family. Growling irritably, Draco stalked back out into the living room. “Manky!” Draco called. Moments later there a small popping sound and the house elf stood before Draco.
            “Manky here to help” The elf pipped up cheerfully.
            The blonde barely contained his urge to roll his eyes, “Where did Harry go?”
            The elf shook his head, “Manky does not know. Misters Potter did not inform Manky of his whereabouts. Shall Manky help Misters Malfoy in finding him?”
            This time Draco truly did roll his eyes, sighing in defeat, “No. Thank you though. I’ll go find him myself.” Without another word to the elf, the blonde left their chambers. He stalked through the castle, furious that Harry would be stupid enough to walk around after having been injured as severely as he was. When Draco couldn’t find Harry in the castle, he went about trying to find Harry on the grounds. He didn’t figure that Harry would be on the grounds as March was still a bit chilly but he decided to try anyways. When that proved to be a useless exercise, Draco stormed back into the castle and went back to their chambers. He penned a quick note to Minerva about where he was going and had an elf take the note. Once that was done, he opened the floo and walked on through. As he walked through and entered the room on the other side, he opened him mouth to call out, “Hermione!”
            He looked around and when he didn’t find her in the living room or the kitchen he wandered back to the main bedroom. He opened his mouth again to begin with the torrent of nasty things to say about Harry when he opened her bedroom door but immediately shut it when he found the witch and Harry on the bed. He also found that Maka had come with Harry and was curled up on a nearby chair staring intently at the two. Harry was currently propped up by a bunch of pillows while he cradled the witch in his arms, her form pressed against his good side with her face buried in crook of his neck. Harry’s face was murderous as he held the sobbing witch. All comments towards Harry’s disappearing act left the blonde’s mind as he took in the scene. Closing his mouth, he approached the two friends and sat on the edge of the bed nearest to Hermione. He reached a hand out and gently rested his hand on the back of her head. The witch had become someone with whom he was very fond of, he would even consider her one of his close friends. Not nearly as close as her and Harry but someone he could rely on, and he didn’t have very many of those in his life. So to find her grieving so hurt him. And he was very curious to know what had caused his friend such heart ache. However, he was comfortable taking a guess with the expression Harry wore at that moment.
            The three of them sat like that for quite some time until Hermione’s sobs died down until her shallow slumbering breath was the only sound in the room. When they were certain that she wouldn’t wake, Draco helped Harry slip out from Hermione’s grasp and tucking her under the covers. Once she was settled Harry and Draco left the room, shutting the door behind them. They walked out to the kitchen where Draco began to make a pot of tea. He waited for a while as Harry paced back and forth from the living room into the small dinning room and back. The wizard was agitated and Draco figured it was best to get a cup of tea into the man’s hands before asking him about what transpired. He’d just finished pouring the tea into cups when there was an urgent knock on the door.
            Harry stopped in his pacing and stared at the door. When the knock repeated itself Harry walked over to the door and yanked it open. There was a moment of silence before Draco hear a voice asked, “What are you doing here ya filthy traitor?”
            “What business is it of yours?” Harry spat. Draco set down the cups he’d been in the process of picking up and walked over to the front door. Coming around the corner he found Ron Weasley standing on the landing. The red head looked upset.
            “This is my wife’s flat that’s what. You dont belong here.” He stated this right as his eyes flicked to Draco. Fire blazed to life in his eyes, “You! I’ll kill you!” Ron yanked out his wand intending to point it at Draco. But before he got very far, Harry swung his fist and clocked Ron in the chin, knocking the red head flat on his ass.
            Harry’s voice dripped with venom, “How dare you show you’re face here. You want to be mad at me that’s fine. You want to believe that I betrayed you? Fine. You want to insult me and tear me down, also fine. I can live with that. But you have no right to treat Hermione the way you have. And if you ever point your wand at the father of my child again I swear Ron I will end you by any means possible.”
            “Shall I bite his ankles? I can crush every bone in his body” Maka hissed, slithering up to stare at the redhead from next to Harry’s feet.
            Harry responded without taking his eyes off of Ron, “You’re not that big ya know. But thank you anyways.”
            “Just don’t do anything stupid. You’re hatchling is still growing inside. Let me do the fighting.”
            Ron stared up at Harry as if he was a completely different person. It seemed the conversation between the snake and Harry really rattled him. He clumsily got to his feet and barreled passed Harry, knocking the man out of his way. The brunette fell backwards, managing to trip on the rug on the floor falling to the floor. The impact on the floor made Harry groan in pain as he landed on his injured arm. Maka reared and struck at Ron, sinking her fangs deep into the wizard’s ankle, her whole body coiling around the ankle and leg, tightening and preparing to crush the bones in said leg. As Ron cried out in pain, Draco quickly knelt down to help Harry up but he was pushed away, Harry’s eyes blazing. Harry didn’t need to say anything, for Draco already knew. The blonde stood up and managed to grasp Ron’s shirt sleeve, throwing the man against the wall. He pulled out his wand and pressed the tip against the red head’s throat.
            “Let go Maka.” He only had to wait a second as the snake released Ron and slithered over to coil herself in front of Harry, fangs bared and ready to strike again if need be. “You are not welcome here weasel. I’ve never been very fond of you and quite frankly you are doing an exemplary job at showing me exactly why I hate you. You jump to conclusions, you project your ideals on other people and when those people dont match up to those ideals you kick them to the curb and shut them out.”
            “You’ve ruined everything. You should have stayed in whatever god forsaken hole you came out of.”
            “He hasn’t ruined anything.” Hermione’s hollow voice echoed down the hallway. All the men turned their heads to look at her. Draco was incredibly surprised to say the least. On one side of her face was a very large and nasty bruise. The sight brought a surprised yet sarcastic chuckle from the blonde before he turned his icy gaze back onto the red head.
            “You bloody coward. And you’re considered a pureblood? How disgraceful! Purebloods are many things but never is a true pureblood labeled a wife beater.”
            Hermione walked over to Draco and placed a hand on her arm, “Draco please. Just get him out of here.” Sad and defeated eyes leveled upon Ron, “He’s right Ronald. You are not welcome here. As of earlier today I am no longer your wife. The papers have already been signed and sent to the ministry. Please leave.”
            Ron looked at Hermione pleadingly, “Hermione. Please. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to get so mad. Lets just talk the two of us and we can sort this out.”
            The witch shook her head, “No. I’ve spent months trying to work things out with you. But you are so blinded by your hate that you’ve missed the wonderful things that are going on around you. You’re best friend not only found the love his life, but his child, you’re nephew, has started to have a wonderful relationship with the father he never knew. And Ciel isn’t the only one who got a father. Teddy did as well. You’ve missed how much Teddy has started to thrive and shine under Draco’s presence.” Large tear drops began escaping from the corners of Hermione’s eyes, “I’ve gotten to watch all of this.” She pointed towards Harry and Draco, Harry still sitting on the floor while Draco continued to pin Ron against the wall, “That is the most beautiful couple I have ever seen. If you could’ve just gotten over yourself for once in your life you could have watched with me and understood how such a beautiful child could be conceived between those two. They,” the witch had to stop to find her voice amidts a tightening throat, “They are who we should have been Ronald. So no. ‘We’ won’t be talking about anything. You will leave this flat and you will never contact me ever again.”
            Draco kept his eyes trained on Ron the whole time, watching the various emotions flicker over the man’s face. When Hermione had fallen quiet, he pressed the tip of his wand into Ron’s throat punishingly. “Yes, I think it’s time you left. Perhaps you weren’t made aware of this so I will do you the honors. Hermione may be living here, but this is my flat. So if I hear that you’re trespassing on my property again you won’t like what happens.” Taking the redhead by the collar of his shirt, Draco dragged Ron back towards the door and threw the man out onto the landing before slamming the door. As soon as he’d done so, Draco cast a protection spell on the door and warded the flat against the man. He stared at the door for a moment before a soft groan brought his attention to Harry who had yet to raise from the floor. Turning, he knelt down next to the brunette, his voice filled with concern.
            “Are you alright?” Draco helped Harry stand and to the couch. When Harry was settled, one of Draco’s hands immediately dropped to cover Harry’s stomach.
            Harry rolled his eyes, “Stop fussing. We’re fine.” Draco placed a chaste kiss on Harry’s forehead before making his way the few feet down the hall to were Hermione continued to stand, silently weeping. He understood now why Harry had been so furious when he’d gotten there. Although he had never been overly affectionate towards the witch, he decided to make an exception. As tenderly as he could, he pulled the witch into his arms and hugged her tightly. He stood there holding her as her shoulders shook with the force of her quiet sobs and he was quite content with that. His heart had broken at the sight of her bruised face. And a part of him felt like he now owed her quite a debt for the hardship he’d put her through. For even though the relationship couldn’t possibly have lasted anyways, if he had not come into Harry’s life then she would not be standing in his flat grieving for her broken marriage with the bruise to prove her husbands stupidity. Knowing he was the catalyst to all of this misfortune for her made him feel guilty. So he held her tight, resting her cheek against the top of her head.
            “I’m sorry,” he whispered to her after quite a few moments, “You are too bright of a witch to be treated as you have and I am sorry you’ve had to suffer through this. Now come,” Draco leaned his head away from her, attempting to look at her face while keeping his arms clasped tightly around her, “Lets have a look at that face of yours.” He only had to wait a few moments for Hermione to look up. Her face was an absolute mess. Draco looked pasted the running nose, red and swollen eyes and tears that continued to run down her cheeks and instead focused only on the bruise her cheek was sporting. It was clearly a brand new bruise yet it looked incredibly nasty and painful. It wouldn’t take much to heal but he supposed that wasn’t quite the point. The fact that the wizard had laid a hand on Hermione in such a way was unforgivable. “Hm, well I suppose you’re still somewhat attractive. For a muggle born that is” The half hearted gibe pulled a soft giggle from the witch, which had been its intended purpose. She lightly whacked his chest with a small smile.
            “Ass hat.”
            The blonde smiled at the witch and guided her to the couch where Harry sat and watched the interaction. Draco made Hermione stand still for a second as he sat at the opposite end of Harry with his back resting against the armrest of the couch. He helped Maka up to rest on the back of the couch before he spread his legs and patted at the space he left there. “Come. Sit down.”
            Hermione looked at Draco utterly confused. “I dont understand.”
            Draco rolled his eyes dramatically, “Ya know for a bright woman your being a bit thick. Sit and point your feet that way. No arguing.” He pointed towards Harry when he mentioned her feet. Harry quickly caught on to what Draco was getting at and when the witch made no movement to accommodate Draco’s request, Harry leaned forward and pulled Hermione down onto the couch. Draco pulled the witch back until she was resting against Draco’s chest with his arms wrapped around her while Harry adjusted himself so that he could comfortably pull her feet to rest in his lap.
            “What are you two doing!?” Hermione exclaimed.
            Sighing, Draco shook his head. “Honestly Hermione. What does it look like? You’ve got two gorgeous men trying to pamper you.”
            Harry smiled at his friend, “Just enjoy it Hermione. Draco truly is brilliant to cuddle up with. But,” His gazed turned mockingly stern, “You have to return him to me when it’s time to go. He can cuddle like this all you want but he parks his car with me at night” The man stuck his tongue out, pulling another giggle from the woman. Draco didn’t quite understand the reference but he shrugged it off when Hermione nodded her head and relaxed against him, Harry turning his attention to rubbing her feet. They sat in silence for a while before Hermione’s voice broke the silence.
            “Harry, what did you mean earlier when you said ‘we’re fine’?”
            The two men looked at each other for a moment before Draco nodded, giving his ok if Harry wanted to tell the witch. Taking a deep breath, Harry trained his eyes on her feet. “Well… You can’t tell anyone yet Hermione ok?” Upon Hermione’s agreement he continued, “We found out the other night that I’m pregnant again.”
            “What!?” Hermione squealed and turned in Draco’s arms enough to look at him, “There’s never been a known case of more than one child born to wizard pairs!”
            Smirking arrogantly, Draco nodded, “What can I say? I’m just that amazing.”
            “Oi! Shut it!” Harry laughed, glaring at Draco.
            Hermione turned back to looking at Harry, resting against Draco’s chest once more, “Harry that’s incredible. Wait…” Her eyes grew huge as her mind undoubtedly started connecting the dots, “You’re accident… they aren’t connected are they?” The brunette nodded.
            “Unfortunately they are. Jagra was saying that when two males conceive, the mother’s magical core becomes entwined with the child as the conception is purely magical instead of biologically based. I wouldn’t be surprised if my loss of magic is because my magic is too busy getting the child formed.”
            “That’s a very possible explanation. Oh Harry! I’m so happy for you!” The witch leaned forward and hugged Harry tightly. However she quickly let go when Harry softly yelp in pain. “I’m so sorry! Harry are you alright?”
            The brunette closed his eyes, grimacing as he cradled his injured side. When he opened his eyes, they met with piercing silver ones.
            Draco sneered at Harry, his voice bland and with a hint of a chill, “Serves you right ya toss pot! You should have been in bed all day.”
            Hermione giggled lightly at the comment and patted Draco’s leg, “You should know by now that Harry isn’t one to follow doctor’s orders.”
            “He’ll find himself under a binding spell if he doesn’t start learning how to do so. I’ll make sure of that.”
            “Um… I’m right here.” Harry stated, pointing at himself.
            “Keep it handy. If he’s really pregnant he’ll become insufferable here in a few weeks.” The indignant look Hermione pulled from Harry with that comment made her stick out her tongue, “It’s true! You became quite the jerk there for a few weeks. Just wait Draco.” Hermione patted Draco’s leg again, “It’ll come.”
            Draco actually groaned at the thought, “You gotta be kidding me. The last thing I need is a moody Harry.” His eyes sparkled at the man sitting across for him even though the words were filled with dread. Harry just rolled his eyes and ignored the two as Hermione filled Draco in on the other things Harry did while he was pregnant the first time. The two men stayed with Hermione until she practically kicked them out, stating that she was perfectly fine to be by herself. They took the floo back to their chambers and when Draco began to walk away, Harry gripped his arm to make him stop.
            Harry’s face flushed when expectant silver eyes turned on him. “Please don’t be mad at me.”
            Draco sighed heavily, rubbing his face with his free hand, “How can I not be mad Harry? You’re injured, last time I checked your magic hasn’t returned yet and more importantly you’re pregnant and you didn’t think to tell me that you were leaving the grounds.” His irritation seeped into his silver eyes as he gazed at the brunette. Harry scratched the back of his head guiltily.
            “You’re right. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have rushed off”
            Raising an eyebrow, Draco stood to his full height and backed Harry up until the man was pressed up against the wall. He sent a silent thank you to Maka when he heard her slither into the bedroom. Not being overly rough as Harry was still sore and healing, the blonde pressed his full front against Harry’s. “You’re damn right your sorry.” Draco purred into Harry’s ear. A small pleasured whimper escaped Harry as his eyes flitted closed. “I shouldn’t have to tell you Harry,” large warm hands began to slowly unbutton Harry’s muggle jeans, “You have my baby inside of this gorgeous body of yours. And since I’m in your life now, you can’t just walk off without telling me. Do you understand me?” Draco slid one of his hands down the front of Harry’s pants and cupped the half hard erection he found there but his hand did nothing more.
            Panting, Harry thrust his hips forward a little trying to get Draco to do more than just hold him. But the blonde did nothing. He just held Harry waiting patiently for a response. When it dawned on Harry that he needed to answer, the brunette nodded his head eagerly, “Yes Draco. I understand. I’m sorry. Forgive me.” His begging was rewarded with his cock being gripped in a strong hand and tugged in the most pleasurable of ways while Draco’s lips nipped and sucked at Harry’s neck.
            “That’s a good man.” Draco mumbled, smirking as he listened to Harry’s gasps and quiet moans. When he’d gotten Harry completely hard, he pulled his hand out and turned Harry around. Without much prompt, Draco dragged both Harry’s pants and boxers to expose the man’s rounded tan ass. He left the clothes piled around Harry’s ankles while he cast a quick cleaning spell causing Harry to shiver slightly. Then Draco dropped his wand on the floor, spread Harry’s cheeks apart and dove right in, licking, sucking and thrusting his tongue as deep into Harry’s body as he could.
            A hand reached around to tangle fingers into Draco’s long hair but those fingers didn’t disrupt Draco’s goal. He was going to completely devour Harry if it was the last thing he did. As he licked and prodded Harry’s entrance, the brunette leaned against the wall pushing his ass out effectively bending himself over a little bit for Draco to get better access. His moans bounced off the wall and filled the living room and there was a part of him that recognized he should be utterly ashamed that Draco was eating his ass right there where anyone could walk in and see them but as soon as Draco had touched him there was something inside of him that couldn’t refuse the touch.
            Each and every time Draco pushed his tongue past the tight ring of muscles, a sweet slick tingled his tongue and the blonde was amazed to realize that it was Harry producing such delicious slick. He groaned, leaning back and slipping in both of his index fingers to pull the tight hole open for him to look at. He gazed lustfully at the glistening hole of his lover and literally moaned when he saw a trail of that mouth watering slick ease out and glide down Harry’s inner thigh. Holding the hole open he leaned in, licked up the slick and went back to devouring the man before him. All throughout Draco kept his eyes trained on what he could see of Harry’s face. Yes this was punishment of a sort for not telling him where the brunette was going but Draco also didn’t want to intentionally harm his lover. Yet all he saw was Harry completely blissed out. It honestly didn’t take long before Harry was gripping his hair tightly as he cried out loudly, his cum splattering the wall he was pressed against.
            When he was completely spent, Harry nearly fell to the ground as his knees gave out. But Draco was quicker and caught Harry, easing the man onto his knees. Pressing up against Harry’s backside, Draco kissed the now sweaty neck in front of him.
            “You taste incredible Harry.” Draco praised, one hand slipping between them to free himself of his cloth restraints. Harry’s head fell back to rest on Draco’s shoulder, heavily panting.
            “Draco,” Harry raised his hands but only had enough strength to press them against the wall, instead of raising up to grip the blonde like he wanted, “It’s too much.” And it very nearly was. Every single nerve ending was on fire and he very nearly wanted to melt into a pile of goo and just cry.
            “Very soon love” Raining sweet butterfly kisses on Harry’s cheek, Draco guided his cock to Harry’s incredibly wet entrance and slipped inside with one thrust. He was amazed when Harry’s whole body tensed as the brunette came all over the wall once again. Holding the man tightly, Draco began to thrust gently into Harry’s pliant body. As he continued to thrust deep and slow, he held and caressed Harry’s sides and abdomen, paying particular attention to the brunette’s abdomen. It truly amazed him that there was another life underneath the still taut muscles and he was positively overjoyed to be there this time to witness the whole miracle. Each moan, whimper and gasp from Harry’s lips went straight to Draco’s cock and he got to the point where he couldn’t take it any longer. His lips grazed the shell of Harry’s ear. “Alright love. Here you go” With a deep guttural grunt, Draco released deep inside Harry. The brunette felt his magic surge to every part of his body before all that magic focused on his cock triggering an orgasm that lasted forever. On top of that, he felt another surge of magic enter his body resulting in Harry being mercilessly thrown into yet another orgasm.
            “Fuck Draco!!” Harry cried out, his hands finding the strength to grasp at whatever part of Draco he could get his hands on. The amount of magical energy that his body was taking in was so pleasurable that it was actually painful. He wanted to push Draco away but he wanted to hold him tight all at the same time. Tears streamed down Harry’s cheeks when he could no longer handle the overload of sensations. And then it was all over. Arms tightened around his abdomen as the blonde pulled out leaving him feeling full and empty. It also left him feeling completely limp. All he could do was whimper, leaning heavily against Draco. “Draco…” it was clear in his voice how little energy he had left.
            “Come on. Let’s get you back to bed.” As gently as he could, Draco lifted Harry’s limp body and before carrying him into the bathroom the blonde waved his wand to clean up their mess. Draco’s hands were gentle and loving as he bathed Harry, then dressed the man before tucking him into bed. He had just finished tucking him into bed when he felt a hand grip his wrist. Emerald green eyes gazed at him underneath heavy eyelids.
            “What the hell Draco… what was that?” Eyelids closed over emeralds and stayed closed for a second before opening. Draco shook his head.
            “I honestly dont know.”
            Harry glared half heartedly at Draco, “You mean all of that wasnt planned?”
            The blonde chuckled lightly, “No. It started out as punishment but that part at the very end,” Draco frowned, “I have no idea what that was. Are you ok?” The deep concern he’d been feeling since Harry had weakly called his name increased when Harry’s eyes once again closed and opened slowly.
            “Punishment? That was punishment? You prick.” But those eyes opened up again and a soft grin tugged at the brunette’s lips. “But yes, I’m fine. Just tired.”
            Sighing softly Draco leaned over and kissed Harry, the kiss filled with Draco’s love and adoration for Harry. When he pulled away he tucked the covers a little more snuggly around Harry. “You sleep and I’ll go find where the kids are.” He placed a loving kiss on top of Harry’s forehead, “I love you”
            “I love you too” And that was all he could manage before sleep took over him.
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