I'm A Slave for You | By : BlackGargie Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 26597 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N: While you contemplate what may Harry’s answer be for
Severus (which needs no thinking twice anyways), let’s check on our Beauty and
the Beast couple, eh? One word to summarize this chapter for ya: BABIES~!!
Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter and its characters,
but we do own this story!
I’M A SLAVE FOR YOU
“Remus, you’re needed at the
backyard with Master Black.”
Remus looked up from the book he was
reading to Draco and their unborn twins at Paprika in surprise as the
Spanish-decent maid came in bearing the news from Sirius. Ever since she and
Sirius have officially got back into ‘good graces’, so to speak, she had
dressed a lot less skimpier than before and looked much cheerier than she used
to. In fact, she claimed to be much at ease with her reinstated position as
Sirius’ sex slave rather than just a personal slave that does menial tasks
around the house, and that Sirius had been slightly more lenient and less
defensive ever since that heart-to-heart talk he had with Severus and also
since finding out about the prophecy and the Ministry scandal. Draco personally
felt it was probably that excess energy was spent on the Order, but seeing
Paprika that happy to see such changes, thinking it to be of her involvement,
who was he to deny it?
“What does Master Black need me
for?” Remus asked.
“Dunno,”
Paprika shrugged. “Something about the pack at the forests at
the backyard or something. Either way, he needs your help.”
“Alright.
Tell him I’ll be there ASAP.”
Paprika nodded and left. Remus
caressed Draco’s belly and planted butterfly kisses on it for a while before
getting off the bed, putting the book aside. Draco watched as Remus put on his
pants—since he was only dressed in a thin shirt and boxers—and pouted a little.
“Do you have to go? You’re my slave.
You can always ignore him and say I won’t let you go.”
“Don’t be that way, love,” Remus
smiled and kissed his lips. “It’s not nice to be selfish. He’s still your uncle
after all. Besides, he could provide me some updates on the Order and their
progress on taking down the Ministry. Will you stay inside?”
“OK,” Draco sighed. “But will you be
alright?”
“Don’t worry. I can take good care
of myself. Half-werewolf, remember? I doubt your Uncle Siri
can do much damage on me.”
“Don’t be long?” Draco looked up at
him cutely, sitting up slowly.
“I won’t, love,” Remus kissed his
cheek and changed into a thicker, warmer shirt than what he was wearing before
grabbing a coat. “Remember stay inside, OK? Anything, you just holler. My ears
can hear you clearly.”
“OK,” Draco replied as he snuggled
in the covers to keep warm from the still chill of early spring. “I love you,
Remy.”
“I love you too, my mate.”
Draco smiled and watched Remus leave
the room, giving him a flying kiss in the process. He stayed in the covers
until he was warm enough before getting off, wrapping the nice, comfy soft
covers around him to protect himself from the cold, to double-check and see if
he was really called by Remus to be with Sirius at the backyard. His worries
were eased when he saw that Remus was indeed with Sirius, talking inaudibly
from his point of view before making their way to the forests behind. A cold
shiver ran down his spine as the memory of meeting Fenrir
Greyback and the close call encounter that followed
resurfaced in his mind. He was never going to set foot on that place ever
again, that was for sure, and if he absolutely had to, he was not going to go
in there alone.
Wrapped with a thick trench-coat for
extra warmth, he went downstairs to the kitchen and decided to prepare some hot
chocolate for Remus’ and Sirius’ return, with a little help from the hired help
to locate the drinks. He usually wouldn’t bother to think about Sirius’
wellbeing but since Paprika claimed him to be less testy than before, he’d give
him the benefit of the doubt and start treating him like a real family member.
He had to admit even though he was a bit of a cranky old bugger, he was
probably the only family he has got that he could trust in keeping him safe
from the dangers of the Ministry and his father, and so far, he had kept his
word and his end of the bargain, so there wasn’t really any reason for him to
behave like he was the plague.
Suddenly a loud crash burst through
the kitchen door that led to the backyard, startling everyone. Draco was
shocked to see a rather bedraggled but more or less standing form of Lucius at
the totaled door, grinning evilly at him. The hired help instinctively came to
shield their little Young Master from harm, but with a flick of a wand from the
older blonde sent them flying in all directions, leaving the younger blonde
with nothing but a pan to arm himself because he had
left his wand upstairs in the room.
“W…What are you doing here?!” Draco
exclaimed. “H…How did you know I’m here?!”
“I had my suspicions when Black
refused to admit having you here,” Lucius growled as he came close to him, his
wand brandished forward. “Now that I am more or less free to do as I please
without having to babysit that diabolical psychopath, I came here to confirm my
suspicions. Lo and behold, I see my son here,” Lucius was close enough to press
the tip of the wand against Draco’s shoulder, “with the black sheep of the
family looking like a beached whale with my grandchildren!”
“Get out of my house!!” Draco, out
of reflex, hit at the older blonde, but missed and his pan magicked
away to the floor.
“I see you’ve made yourself very at
home here, it seems, but not anymore! You’re coming with me to have these
abominations in you dealt with!”
A struggle ensued as the two blondes
fought for dominance. The hired help who were knocked away tried to come to
their Young Master’s rescue but it seemed that Lucius had cast himself some
sort of protection shield charm on himself beforehand because they ended up
ricocheting and thrown back whenever they tried to get close. Draco struggled
to push his father away, to try and get out of harm’s way and be anywhere but
within his father’s grasp, but Lucius was giving him no quarter. At the older
man’s last attempt to subdue him, he shouted a Levitation spell on his son and
tried to knock him out by ramming the boy against something hard to hit his
head, but he was slightly distracted when another of the hired help ricocheted
off him and made him drop the younger blonde onto the floor. Draco’s eyes
widened as he suddenly felt the sharp pain in his belly from the fall. He
started to tear up, knowing instinctively what was wrong, earning a cruel laugh
from Lucius as he, too, knew what just happened.
Just as he was about to accio something heavy to finish the job, Remus and Sirius
suddenly came crashing through the scene, led by Paprika. Apparently Paprika,
who had seen the commotion, quickly made a break for the forest where Remus and
Sirius were and hollered for them at a safe distance, and thankfully was caught
by Remus’ sharp hearing. Without a second’s notice, Remus growled and lunged
for Lucius but suffered the ricochet of the protection shield charm in the
process. Draco sobbed as he cowered to a corner, clutching his belly as it
started to hurt real bad, while Sirius brandished out his wand, shouting out a
blood-contract incantation that was reserved for only his bloodline as the
Ancient House of Black that enabled him the power to neutralize any spells cast
within the vicinity for a limited amount of time at the price of a portion of
his blood. Remus quickly took advantage of Lucius’ shield down and fought with
the older blonde for the longest time until he successfully subdued him with a
strong oral hold on the back of his neck and a very firm half-nelson. Sirius
ordered Paprika to make the call to the Order and quickly cast Lucius a
Body-Bind curse to hold him there until help arrives.
“Drake?”
Remus stood up and turned towards Draco, his nose bloody but otherwise OK.
“R…Remy…? Gods, no…Our babies…Amarinth…Abigail…” Draco sobbed incoherently as he cringed
in a fetal position, trying to hold onto the pain, his water broken and leaking
between his legs.
“Oh Merlin, Drake!!”
Remus quickly picked Draco in his arms, almost hyperventilating as he saw his
little beloved going into labour. “M…Master Black…!
M…My cubs…!!”
“Take him to his room. I’ll ring Sinistra,” Sirius said as he gestured some of the hired
help to keep a watchful eye on Lucius.
Remus nodded and did as he was told,
trying his best to be strong for Draco, who looked like he was about to cry a
storm. Moments later, Prof. Sinistra and her mother
Mrs. Sinistra came in, led by Sirius and Paprika
after being briefed of what just happened. As Draco sobbed, letting out a yelp
as he felt a contraction, Mrs. Sinistra felt him up
before rushing for her tools.
“He has to give birth now,” Mrs. Sinistra announced. “A little ahead of schedule but we have
no choice in this matter now. The twins are good to go.”
“It will be OK, Drake, it’ll be OK,”
Remus comforted Draco when the latter let out a worried whimper.
“Do you need my help, Mother?” Prof.
Sinistra asked as she helped prepare the necessities.
“Yes, I need you to assist me in
catching the baby,” Mrs. Sinistra said, then turned
to Sirius. “You, on the other hand, stay by his side.”
“What?! Me?!” Sirius exclaimed incredulously. “Why me?! I’ve got
nothing to do with this!”
“Because he is your nephew and he’s
going to need all the support. And I’m gonna need
some warm water and towels as well.”
“I’ll get it, ma’am,” Paprika
offered and gave Sirius a pleading look before leaving.
“It’s too soon…It’s too soon…” Draco
sobbed painfully. “Oh gods, please let my babies be OK…”
“Easy there, lil’
Dray, easy,” Mrs. Sinistra comforted as she put on
the surgical gloves. “Remy boy, I want you to make him go on his knees and hold
him up. Giving birth kneeling down is the best way with the help of gravity.”
“Come on, Drake, up on your knees,”
Remus nodded and tried to help him up, giving the same pleading look to Sirius
that Paprika gave him. Sirius rolled his eyes and groaned in defeat before he
got on Draco’s other side and helped both of them. Draco sobbed as he was
helped up on his knees and yelped as another contraction hit, in which Mrs. Sinistra felt Draco up again.
“OK, you’re fully dilated now.
Listen, lil’ Dray, when I count to three, you must
push along with the contractions, OK? Don’t fight it. Push along with it, you
hear me?”
Draco nodded in his tears, even
though he was not sure whether he could do this.
“You can do this, Drake,” Remus
kissed the young blonde’s brow. “I am not leaving you ever again.”
“OK, on the count of 3,” Mrs. Sinistra coached. “One…two…three, push!”
Draco soon felt a contraction and
bore down as hard as he could along with it, tears staining his cheeks.
“Very good, lil’
Dray. That’s very good. Keep it coming.”
“Come, Drake, come on!” Remus
encouraged, while Sirius looked on quietly, concentrating on supporting Draco.
“Oh god, oh god,” Draco whined as he
pushed along with another contraction. “OH GOD, IT HURTS!!”
“I know it does, but you need to get
the babies out, love.”
“It’ll be over soon,” Mrs. Sinistra assured the young ‘mother’. “Just keep pushing
with the contractions.”
Draco did so, feeling like every
time he pushed, thousands of invisible knives were
cutting through him from the belly down. He wondered at the back of his mind
whether this was how it felt to be hit with the Cruciatus
curse, even though he heard stories from his mother that it was worse than
that. Remus tried to comfort him and stroked his back to try whatever he could
to ease his pain, but it broke his heart to see that Draco was in pain,
breaking into cold sweat and tears flowing freely from his silver eyes, and
there was nothing he could do to take that pain away. Sirius felt a little out
of place looking at his little nephew like this. One side of him told him that
this was a natural process of childbirth, that he shouldn’t concern himself
with this and just play along with it, but the other
side of him was feeling sympathy pains for Draco somehow and he was really
fighting the urge to just run away and flee from this horrifying scene.
“Push, lil’
Dray, push,” Mrs. Sinistra coached. “You’re on a
roll, luv, just keep up the pace.”
Draco pushed down again when he felt
another contraction and widened his eyes suddenly as he felt the baby crowning
between his legs.
“FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!!” Draco screamed, the pain from the pushing increasing tenfolds.
“One of cubs are right there,
Drake,” Remus coaxed as he tried to keeping Draco from doubling over. “Just a bit more. Please, Drake.”
“Alright, just keep pushing. I got
the head now,” Mrs. Sinistra held onto the baby’s
head, her daughter at the ready with a towel. “You just push while I try to
pull it out, OK, lil’ Dray?”
Draco tossed his head from side to
side as he pushed down, biting his lip till it bled. Remus pressed his lip out
of his mouth and took Draco’s hand.
“Squeeze my hand, Drake. I don’t
want you to hurt yourself.”
“OH GOD, OH GOD!!” Draco cried out
with abandon; he could feel the shoulders coming out now as Mrs. Sinistra helped to pull it out.
“Just one more push, lil’ Dray. Give it a big one.”
Draco screamed as he bore down, his
legs trembling at the pain as the baby soon slid out, in which Mrs. Sinistra immediately caught the baby.
“There ya
go!” Mrs. Sinistra exclaimed as she passed the baby
to Prof. Sinistra. “Here, love. Massage and clap the
back. Help the baby to breathe.”
Prof. Sinistra
took her, doing as she was told, while Remus kissed Draco’s forehead over and
over again, congratulating him.
“One down, Drake,
one down.”
“Is…Is she OK…? Is Abigail…OK?”
“She’s beautiful, lil’ Dray,” Mrs. Sinistra smiled.
“Ten fingers and ten toes. My daughter is helping her
to breath now.”
“Hear that, my mate?” Remus kissed
him again. “Abigail is perfect.”
Draco yelped suddenly before he even
had a chance to smile at the news as the contraction came back again. He
whined. He had barely rested from the first one. Mrs. Sinistra
quickly came into position.
“Alright now, your little Amarinth is asking to born. Abigail has paved the way. It
should be easier.”
“No, no, no~!”
Draco whimpered as he shook his head in protest. “I can’t do it~! It hurts~!”
“Draco,” Remus grabbed his face. “My
mate, you have to. I will never ask you to do anything else.”
Draco whined and shook his head. Anything but this, his mind begged. Anything but this, please~!
“C’mon, lil’ Dray. Amarinth needs
to be born. You have to let her out.”
Seeing that there was no way out of
this, Draco surrendered to his fate. He
took a few deep breaths and waited for another contraction, in which it came,
but at such renewed ache that it made Draco scream and almost fall back, and
would have done so if Remus and Sirius hadn’t held onto him.
“FUCK!!! REMY, REMY~!! MAKE IT
STOP~!! MAKE IT STOP~!!!”
“He’s gonna
bite his tongue!” Mrs. Sinistra exclaimed. “Quick,
stuff something in his mouth!”
Without thinking, Sirius somehow
instinctively took off his belt and handed it to Remus, in which the half-wolf
stuffed it into the young blonde’s mouth and took his head to face him.
“Draco, you need to do this. Amarinth needs to be born. I know it hurts. Next time I
will take the brunt of the pain and give birth to the baby. Please do this for Amarinth.”
Looking deep into Remus’ amber eyes,
Draco knew he spoke the truth and slowly calmed down from soothing effects of
the half-wolf’s stare. He nodded
tearfully and finally started pushing along with the contractions, bombarded by
encouragement from every party, even occasional ones from Sirius.
“That’s very good, lil’ Dray. Keep it coming!”
“You can do it, Drake. I’m here for
you.”
“You’re a strong boy, Draco. You can
do it. You’re almost there.”
“Just keep at it, boy. Get it over
and done with.”
Draco widened his eyes again and let
out a muffled scream through the belt as he felt the baby crowning faster, and
it was Mrs. Sinistra’s cue to take the head.
“There ya
go, there ya go. It’s coming now. Just a few more
pushes, lil Dray.”
“Harder, Drake.
Harder,” Remus urged.
Draco hit at Remus’ chest and wailed
almost in angered pain, as if trying to tell him that was what he was trying to
do, and bit on the belt hard as he pushed down with all his might. Sirius held
back a grin as Remus took the hand and squeezed it gently and hushed Draco up
while Mrs. Sinistra tried to ease the baby out.
“You’re doing very good,
lil’ Dray. Keep it coming. The
shoulders are almost out.”
Draco let out muffled
wail after wail at the excruciating pain as he felt the shoulders inching out
of him.
“Just one more push, lil’ Dray. Give it a big one. Give it all you got.”
Draco panted heavily
before leaning back a little against Remus’ arm, screaming out loud as he gave
his biggest push ever. It was almost blessed relief as the blonde could feel
the lump slid out from between his legs as Mrs. Sinistra
caught the baby.
“There ya go! Here’s comes Amarinth!
Congratulations!”
“Oh, Drake, it’s our
other girl,” Remus kissed his beloved’s cheek. “Thank you, Drake, thank you so
much.”
Draco let the belt fall
out of his mouth as he felt his whole body wobbly and numb from the pain. He
didn’t care if he was a teary, drooling, sweaty mess. All he wanted was to lie
down and have his little girls in his arms.
“Lie
him down, Remy boy. Both of you help me massage lil’
Dray’s belly, help him get the afterbirth out,” Mrs. Sinistra
instructed as she massaged and clapped Amarinth’s
back for her to breathe.
Remus nodded and laid
Draco down on the bed and rubbed his belly as instructed.
“Very good work there,
boy,” Sirius grinned as he helped Remus, who couldn’t stop kissing Draco’s
cheek, to massage the afterbirth out.
“B…Baby…” Draco whined,
panting tiredly. “Where…Where’s Abigail…and…Amarinth…? I…don’t hear them cry…”
His questions were
answered as soon as he heard the twin girls’ cries rang through the room after
the Sinistra mother and daughter cut the umbilical
cords and massaged and clapped both the babies’ back to get them to breath.
“There ya go,” Mrs. Sinistra beamed
proudly. “You’re a fighter, aren’t ya, you little
cubbies?”
“Can we see them?” Remus
asked.
“Of course, but for a
while,” Prof. Sinistra replied with a smile as she
handed over the squalling twins to Remus.
“My babies…My babies…”
Draco whimpered, holding out his hand for them.
“Our cubs,” Remus
smiled, letting Draco take on in trembling arms.
“Oh…Oh, my baby…” Draco
kissed the baby over and over again, crying happy tears, his pain instantly
forgotten as he studied both their features. They were darling little girls,
like mini female versions of Remus with golden locks on their heads just like
their ‘mother’. They even revealed to have their father’s eyes when they opened
them a little to peek at their parents, tiny beads of tears clinging onto their
lashes. Just as Mrs. Sinistra assured them, they were
perfectly healthy, with ten fingers and ten toes, and after they calmed down
some from their crying once they were in their ‘mother’s arms, they let out a
yawn, obviously tired out from being put through a wringer like that.
“Oh, Drake,” Remus
kissed his head as he cooed at Abigail in his arms. “You were so good.”
“I wouldn’t have done it
without you, Remy,” Draco said, smiling weakly through his tears. “I thought I
would’ve died.”
“But you didn’t. You
lived through it, love.”
“They…They look so
beautiful…They look just like you, but with my hair…”
“Beautiful. Hello,
Abigail, Amarinth, we have been waiting.”
While the new parents
ogled at their newborns, Sirius took his leave and went to deal with Lucius. The
Order sent forth Kingsley and Moody to have Lucius be taken to the Ministry to
be dealt with. After exchanging news about their progress in hushed quick tones
so that Lucius would not overhear them, the two Aurors
quickly took over and had custody over Lucius, Floo-ing
him away from Grimmauld’s Place. While all that was
happening, Remus kissed Draco for the umpteenth time before turning to Mrs. Sinistra.
“Will Draco lactate and
feed the babies or do we have to bottle feed?”
“Well,” Mrs. Sinistra checked on Draco, “it seems his breasts are starting
to swell. I predict that he will start breastfeeding by the day after tomorrow.”
Draco blushed at the
thought of having boobs, in which Mrs. Sinistra
chuckled heartily.
“Oh, don’t worry, once
the babies are weaned, they will shrink back to normal. In the meantime, I'd
like to have those babies, please.”
Remus chuckled at Draco
as well and whispered into his ear, “I wouldn’t mind a taste either.”
“Why would you want
them?” Draco glared at Remus with a blush and a pout before looking at Mrs. Sinistra worriedly when she requested for the babies.
“They’re still
premature, and needs to be incubated for the rest of the period,” Mrs. Sinistra replied as she requested Paprika to bring her a
box of sorts, in which the slave did and came back with a small trunk. She transfigurated the small trunk into a glass container in
which she whispered a warmth spell. “We’ll have to put them here, luv.”
Draco whined and shook
his head, holding the baby in his arms possessively.
“Will they be OK?” Remus
asked.
“Don’t worry,” the old
midwife reassured the couple. “They just need to be in an environment where
they develop their growth as they should have if they’re carried full term. You
can still take them out to breastfeed them, luv.”
“It’s ok, Drake. They
need to grow more,” Remus stroked Draco’s shoulder, persuading him to allow the
midwife to do her job.
Draco shook his head
again, tears forming in his eyes. He didn’t spend almost forever trying to get
them out only to have them taken away from him.
“Drake, please. It’s for
the babies. We can still see them.”
No matter how much he wanted
to keep the babies in his arms, he knew Mrs. Sinistra
and Remus were right. Abigail and Amarinth needed to
grow into their full-term state and the glass container was the only way to do
so. Draco whimpered in defeat and reluctantly passed the baby he was holding to
Remus, in which the half-wolf passed them to Mrs. Sinistra.
“They will be ok, right?”
Remus asked, still a little worried.
“Yes, of course. In
fact, I would advise Draco to watch over the babies. They need to be as close
proximity as possible.” Mrs. Sinistra replied as she placed
them one by one into the glass container and levitated it right beside the bed.
“Here you go. They’re just right here.”
Draco ran his fingers
along the glass, staring at the babies longingly, feeling the warmth of the
container due to the spell and knew in his heart that this warmth was to
imitate the warmth the babies felt when they were in his womb, totally
oblivious that Prof. Sinistra and her mother were
helping him to get cleaned up, changed and dressed in fresh clothes and lying
on fresh sheets with the assistance of Paprika. Once they were done tending to
Draco and the babies as well, Mrs. Sinistra and Prof.
Sinistra gave their last congrats before they took
their leave. Remus and Paprika sent them off before Remus returned to tend to
his beloved and his cubs.
“I think I have been
replaced,” Remus chuckled and sat down next to Draco.
“It happens,” Paprika
chuckled as well while she collected all the dirty sheets, towels and the basin
of water before walking out with them, leaving the two new parents alone.
“Not true,” Draco
pouted.
“You’ve done really well,
my love,” Remus said as he nuzzled Draco. “What beautiful cubs we have.”
“They are,” Draco smiled
as well. “I would do anything for him and my cubs.”
“So will I, Drake.”
“Umm…You don’t really
mean it when you said you’ll take the brunt of the pain and bear the children next
time, right?”
“Yes, I do. If you want
more, I will bottom for you and give them to you. Why? You don’t think I can do
it?”
“I never said that,”
Draco laughed and pinched Remus’ nose. “It’s just gonna
be weird seeing you sporting a pregnant belly, and besides, I’d hate to endure
your mood swings since I knew mine was damaging enough.”
“Well, you’ll never know
till we tried now, will you?”
Draco grinned in both
anticipation and dread at the possibilities of Remus shouldering the
child-bearing. He turned to look at the twin girls who were all tuckered in
their baby clothes and sleeping peacefully with their newly bought pacifiers in
their mouths and remembered.
“Wh…What will they do with my
father?”
“That is for them to
decide,” Remus replied almost grudgingly. “If it were for me, I would’ve
snapped his neck there and then and be done with it for harming you and the
cubs.”
“I would hate you if you
do that. You will end up in Azkaban for murder charges and…well…he’s still my
father, no matter how evil he is.”
“That kind of monster doesn’t
deserve to be our cubs’ grandfather, let alone your father.”
“But…” Draco wanted to object
but he couldn’t control a yawn escaping his mouth.
“Get some rest. You have
worked hard today.”
“O…K…” Draco closed his
eyes and soon drifted off, dead tired from the ordeal.
Remus smiled and kissed
Draco’s forehead, tucking him in before running his hands along the warm glass
container, looking at his precious little jewels.
“Grow up big and strong,
my little cubs. Daddy’s gonna protect you with every
ounce of his being, that I swear.”
A/N: Aww~!!!
Finally the little chiddlers are born~! *doing the
victory dance* While you guys coo and get cavities over this chappie, reviews plz!
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