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Second Chances	By : Slayer-of-Destiny Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 22297 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 18
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Chapter eight

"What's that?" Tom asked softly as he walked into their evening living room. Once they had gotten back to the manor they had had a late lunch before Harry had settled down in the Green room going through all the clothes they had bought, folding them and placing them in the chest of draws that they had bought for the nursery, of course it was a huge carved pine piece that would fit in perfectly in the manor, but Tom liked it and Harry didn't mind how fancy it was, the carvings of Griffins around the outside were lovely. Tom had sat alternately going through his paperwork and looking at the different things they had bought.

After supper Tom had had to have his meeting with the Death Eaters before quickly making his way to their evening living room where Harry had been without his 'shadow guards' as he called Rodolphus and Rabastan for the first time. Stepping inside he found Harry seated on his favourite sofa staring at the letter in his hands. When Tom walked in he didn't even look up concerning to the older man, so he made his way over before speaking.

"Oh is the meeting over already?" Harry blinked turning to look at the clock.

"Yes, have you been sitting here the whole time staring at that? What is it?" Tom frowned concerned as he seated himself next to Harry.

"Hermione slipped it to me before Rabastan took her back. It's a letter from Ron," Harry sighed looking back to the letter with a small frown.

"He is your other friend correct? I did not want to ask because you were upset enough but what was his part in everything that happened at the Order?" Tom asked the question that had been burning on his mind for weeks now.

"He wasn't there…by the time that I got to Headquarters Ron and Ginny had been sent to Egypt to stay with Bill and Fleur for the summer to keep them safe. I know exactly what Ginny would say…but Ron…I…I didn't want to think about it, he's not the most understanding and he has a tendency to fly off the handle about things. But it seems that Bill, Fleur and Ron caught wind of what had happened and came back. Ron wrote this and asked Hermione to give it to me, she said I should read it," Harry admitted.

"Then why haven't you?" Tom asked quietly. Harry sighed and dropped his hands into his lap looking back up at Tom.

"Ron was my first ever friend, the first person my own age who had actually been nice to me, and he didn't make me feel like an idiot or wrong for not knowing about the wizarding world and details about it the way Draco did. He's been a prat at times over the years, but they're outweighed by the times he's stood beside me. I love him like a brother. I don't want to open that and read what the others all told me while I was at the Headquarters," Harry admitted quietly. "I've been trying to will myself to read it…but I haven't even been able to open it,"

"What…what if I opened it for you and read it out?" Tom suggested unsurely, feeling that heat pulse through his body when wide green eyes met his.

"Would you?" Harry breathed out in relief.

"Of course! If you don't mind," Harry bit his lip lowering his eyes. Tom found himself moving before he realised it, acting on instinct as he had been doing from the moment Harry had stepped into his office, bedraggled and tired. Reaching forward to gently touch Harry's cheek Tom leant in and brushed their lips together gently, barely a touch before he slipped his hand around to the back of Harry's neck and pressed in firmer, opening his lips slightly and closing his eyes in pressure as Harry made a noise of pleasure into his mouth and followed his example, opening his own mouth allowing Tom to deepen the kiss. The taste of Harry got the better of Tom and he thrust his tongue hungrily into Harry's mouth leaning in closer to him, tilting him slightly back against the arm of the sofa and running his other hand gently over the bump that protected their growing baby to slip further back to cup Harry's hip.

The groan that Harry gave out was pure need and did nothing to help Tom's state. It had been too long since he had had someone in his arms, he was no monk by any means but it had been a long time, and even longer since he had feelings for his partner, and he seriously doubted any of them had been as strong or as seriously complicated as they were for Harry. Harry buried his fingers into Tom's hair and tugged him closer as he awkwardly tucked his leg up onto the sofa and rested it alongside Tom on the sofa so that he could turn properly into Tom's heat.

Tilting his head so he could taste Harry even deeper Tom pressed himself into the cradle of Harry's thighs, carefully keeping himself raised so he wasn't pressing on Harry's stomach, even while Harry's hands tugged demandingly on his hair. When he tore their mouths apart Tom started making his way along Harry's jaw and down his neck as Harry was sucking in deep lungful of air, tipping his head back helpfully for Tom to carry on his exploration before moving swiftly back up and fastening their mouths together. When he felt a slender hand at his belt buckle however he moved quickly to intercept it, parting their lips with a reluctant groan.

"We can't," He shook his head.

"What? Why! I want to, you seem to want to, it won't hurt the baby! Tom…" Harry's plaintive tone along with his alluring gemstone eyes nearly made Tom give in, but he shook his head resolutely. "Do…do you not want me?"

"Merlin Harry don't look at me like that? It's hard enough saying no as it is," Tom nearly pleaded.

"Then why?" Harry's bottom lip was actually pouting and his eyes filling up leaving Tom torn between sucking on that pout before stripping Harry down and shagging him silly, and hugging him close.

"Because…" Tom cleared his throat as his voice actually cracked. "Because Healer Burns said you had to take it easy until your next appointment with him and he gave you the all clear, and today has been busy and stressful enough,"

"I'm not tired!" Harry snapped, the tears and pout disappearing and an annoyed glare and huff appearing instead.

"Mentally no, but I don't want to risk you straining your body!" Tom argued.

"I'm not tired! I'm horny! Half the time my libido in in full gear and I want you! And you're the reason I'm horny! With your touches and now with your kisses and it was your…your…your minion that helped put me in this state so…so fix it!" Harry ranted. Tom blinked at him throughout the rant before his lips twitched. "Don't you laugh at me mister its not funny! I'm walking around with a sore back, my ankles are starting to swell, I have a quaffle stuffed up my shirt and half the time I am half hard!"

"I apologise Harry, I do not find your erm predicament amusing, I am just wondering how Lucius would enjoy being called my minion. And I will fix it as soon as Burns gives us the all clear, believe me you are not the only one that wants this. And you do not look like you have a quaffle stuffed up your shirt, you look perfect," Tom assured him, fighting from smiling as the pout came back.

"Don't lie to make me feel better," Harry huffed crossing his arms and looking to the side. He jumped when he felt his shirt…well Tom's shirt being undone and then gentle brushes of kisses being placed on every inch of his stomach.

"I won't ever lie to you Harry, not even to make you feel better. I would not do you that dishonour. You look perfect as you are. You are carrying a baby, our baby, you are carrying my little miracle, that could never be anything put perfect to me and everything that comes with it, even puffy ankles," Tom said quietly, his hand slipping under the bottom of Harry's jeans to stroke said ankle. "I am not good at saying what I really feel or think, or for it being particularly nice when it comes out," Tom sighed exasperated closing his eyes.

"You're doing just fine so far," Harry smiled, running his fingers through Tom's hair soothingly and getting those eyes to meet his. "I thought you were known for your silver tongue though," he added getting a snort from Tom.

"Yes, with idiotic sycophants who are easy to read. I tell them what they want to hear and draw them in or get them to reveal what I want. Not with someone I care about and when I am trying to say how I feel," Tom sighed.

"Not exactly experienced in that area myself Tom. As long as you tell me to truth I don't mind how you say it," Harry smiled, seeing Tom's raised eyebrow he blushed. "Well, perhaps a little, how you are saying things now is just fine,"

"I…is that…" Tom raised his head wide eyed when he felt something against his cheek where it had been resting lightly on Harry's stomach. Grinning Harry nodded.

"He or she heard knows their dad's voice," Harry said gazing down at his stomach, but he caught the smile covering Tom's lips as he rested his hand onto the slope of the bump.

"That's something we are going to have to think about," Tom said after a moment of waiting for more movement.

"Hmm?" Harry asked absently enjoying the caressing hand on his stomach.

"What do we want the baby to call us?" Tom answered.

"Oh yeah, never thought about that, we can't both be dad. Do you have any preferences?" Harry asked softly, placing one hand on top of Tom's and the other back into his hair.

"I do not want to be father, that is too…no. Did you know I was originally from Wales?" Tom asked seemingly going off conversation.

"I know the manor is in Wales obviously, but I didn't know you were originally here," Harry answered slowly.

"The orphanage I went to was in Cardiff. In Welsh Tad means father, and you could be dad?" Tom suggested.

"Tad and dad. I think that sounds good," Harry smiled nodding.

"Good," Tom smiled honestly back raising himself up to kiss Harry again. He kept it from getting too heated this time, but Harry was still looking thoroughly kissed when he pulled away.

"Sure you won't change your mind?" Harry asked hopefully. Tom groaned at the temptation Harry posed to him, lying there flushed, lips swollen with their kisses, top open revealing more of his perfect skin and his bump, lust hazy green eyes blinking hopefully at him.

"No, not till Burns gives you the all clear, no," He shook his head. It had sounded a lot firmer in his head but oh well.

"And when will Burns be here next?" Harry huffed, his eyes taking on that glaring edge again that did nothing to help Tom's predicament.

"Tomorrow if I can help it," Tom muttered just loud enough for Harry to hear as he pulled himself into a sitting position on the sofa, the smirk on Harry's face telling him he had heard.

"Good," Harry nodded also sitting up. He bit his lip again slightly before he turned and pressed himself against Tom's side. Tom blinked before slowly lifting his arm and placing it over Harry's shoulders allowing him to get more comfortable against his chest, legs tucked up on the sofa, head and one of his hands resting on Tom's chest. Reaching his hand out Tom caught the blanket that was now Harry's and tucked it around them.

"Here," Harry sighed holding the letter that had started all this out to him.

"Are you sure?" Tom asked already reaching for it.

"Yeah, I can't open it for myself, but its going to drive me nuts," Harry nodded resting his head back on Tom's chest and snuggling into him. Tom blinked down even as he took the letter, no one had snuggled up to him, ever! And was Harry, trusting him and snuggling up to him.

"Alright," Tom twisted slightly so that he could open the envelope without having to remove his arm from behind Harry. "Ready?"

"Go on," Harry nodded fisting his hand in Tom's shirt.

"Dear Harry,

Firstly if you are thinking that I am with these idiots then stop right now! You really think that I would agree with what they did to you? That I would agree with them trying to take something that you so clearly want, never mind the fact that they were trying to kill a person, whether its been born yet or not, and that they attacked you! I would never agree with that. As to it being his well, you can't exactly do anything normally can you mate? Hermione tells me that you are with him, that he is treating you good and that you are actually happy there. Can't say that I don't find it weird, or that this isn't a difficult situation. But if he really is looking after you and you are happy, and that your baby is safe and you are both going to be looked after, I don't have much of an argument. You're my little brother Harry, you come before everything else, you are the first person that saw me with any real worth instead of the youngest Weasley boy. Harry stop your worrying right now, Bill, Fleur and I came back as fast as we could when Hermione wrote to us. We're all on your side! I want you to be safe and happy Harry, don't worry. Oh yes and the Order are know he has a spy in the transport department. I love you Harry, remember that and hopefully I will see you soon. Stay safe and healthy and keep us all updated on the baby, Hermione is chewing her nails out here!

Ron," Tom finished reading out the letter and glanced down at Harry. Harry was staring at his hand on his chest which was clenching the fabric tightly, his shoulders tense.

"I wasn't sure what I was expecting," Harry finally said after a few moments.

"He's on your side," Tom said gently.

"I hoped but I honestly thought…and he warned you about the spy," Harry blinked looking up at Tom.

"That will be helpful to know, we actually have three but if they know there is at least one they will be watching," Tom smirked leaning down to kiss Harry's forehead.

"Hmm, today has been a good day," Harry smiled widely resting his chin on Tom's chest.

"You enjoyed it?" Tom asked curiously settling down.

"Mm hm, we have most of what we need for the baby now, when we find out the sex we can decorate the nursery and get it all set up. And you've seemed more comfortable with this," Harry grinned at him when Tom looked flustered.

"Shush you," Tom grumbled.

"You could make me," Harry raised an eyebrow, watching delighted as red eyes darkened before Tom was sweeping down on him.

That night when Tom walked Harry to his bedroom, his hand on his normal spot at the base of his back, and Harry's mind was ticking over. Hermione was always telling him that he over thought things, and he knew he was, he knew what he wanted but telling Tom was a whole other matter.

"Harry? What is wrong?" Tom's blunt question had him wincing and realising that his time had run out for this.

"I wanted to ask you something, if you don't want to and your not comfortable with it I will understand and I won't be upset or offended or anything I promise but I was just…"

"Harry breathe!" Tom said concerned watching as Harry sucked in a breath. "What is wrong?"

"Sleep with me!" Harry blurted out.

"Harry we discussed this…" Tom groaned.

"No, no I don't mean…no, not like that. I mean sleep, in the bed, just sleep," Harry rambled gesturing with his hands slightly wildly.

"Oh, are you sure? I don't mind sleeping on the sofa," Tom searched Harry's face intently making sure that this wasn't some sort of guilt thing on Harry's part. They paused outside of Harry's room facing each other so Harry captured Tom's larger hands in his own, measuring their hands against each other so he didn't have to look at Tom.

"Its silly you sleeping on the sofa when there is a big bed, I…I like being close to you, I feel safer, and I like having you close, I would like it but if you don't want to I understand I'll…" Harry would deny that the sound he let out was a squeak when he found himself pressed up against his door with a very demanding, hungry and toe curling Dark Lord kissing the life out of him.

When Tom pulled away blinked dazedly at him pressing his fingers to him swollen lips with a grin.

"That a yes?" Harry grinned.

"Yes," Tom nodded firmly herding Harry into the room as though he was afraid he was going to change his mind. Chuckling to himself and ignoring the glare Tom gaze him Harry made his way to the bed, stripping off his socks and trousers before slipping into the bed wearing only Tom's shirt.

"Definitely getting Burns here tomorrow or I'll torture the man," Tom muttered to himself where he was blinking at the end of the bed.

"Are you coming to bed?" Harry asked snuggling under the covers. Harry had never seen anyone strip so fast, Tom was down to his boxers in so quickly Harry wondered whether he used magic. Smiling at him when he stood at the edge of the bed Harry lifted the covers for Tom to slip into the bed with him. At that point Harry lost his confidence. Would Tom want him to snuggle with him? Would he get fed up with Harry moving into his arms all the time. Maybe he didn't like cuddling with people in bed and liked his own space. Maybe…

Harry looked up when Tom shuffled his way till he was almost in the centre and held his arm out, his face blank but his eyes showed his nerves. However Harry was already moving and he settled onto his side resting his head on Tom's warm, strong shoulder and slipped his arm over his trim stomach. Seeing Tom almost naked was nearly too much for Harry's rising libido but he had realised Tom was not going to risk him or the baby until Burns cleared Harry so he did his best to stamp down on the rising lust at getting to see the pale, toned and slightly surprisingly muscled form Tom hid underneath his robes.

While he had a slender and lithe frame that Harry would guess came from lack of proper nutrients in his childhood, much like Harry himself, his stomach was nicely toned with a four pack showing that he kept himself healthy and fit, his muscled arms wrapped around Harry's form ad held him closely as Harry ran his hand over the dust of black hair over his strong chest.

"Mm night Tom," Harry smiled into the muscles of Tom's chest.

"Goodnight Harry," Tom sighed, contentment clear in his voice as one of his hands settled over Harry's stomach.

When Harry blinked awake as normal he took in everything around him, his normal scan of the baby showed a higher than normal content buzz, there was something warm against his cheek and a hand was running through his hair. wriggling deeper into the warm body and covers Harry yawned as he opened his eyes, finding his head resting in Toms lap where he was propped up against the headboard reading. When he saw that Harry was awake he stopped running his fingers through Harry's hair and smiled down at him. That smile always made Harry feel accepted and wanted, not to mention special, Tom didn't smile at people outside of the innermost circle, so for him to smile so often at Harry made every one special to Harry.

"Don't stop," Harry sighed moving his head slightly to encourage Tom.

"Demanding," Tom drawled but started again. "Did you sleep well?" he asked concerned.

"Better than I have in a long time," Harry sighed, his eyes fluttering shot again. "Have you been awake long?" Harry asked softly.

"Not really, an hour or so, I sent a letter to Burns and have been reading this," Tom lowered the book in his hands to allow Harry to the read the title making him smile when he realised it was one of the books on male pregnancy that they had bought the day before.

"Anything interesting yet?" Harry asked curiously as he carefully slid his hand across Tom's lap.

"You should be eating more red meat," Tom answered. "Harry we discussed this," he said warningly.

"Burns better come today or I am going to torture him," Harry huffed.

"How is the baby this morning?" Tom asked trying to cheery Harry up a little.

"A lot happier than normal, I think it can sense when you are close," Harry indeed perked up grinning proudly as he looked at Tom. "See feel," Harry captured Tom's hand and pressed it to his stomach swelling out his magic. The happy little buzz they got back brought content smiles to both their mouths,

"I do not think I will ever tire of that!" Tom said happily, smiling even wider as he felt the fluttering of movement underneath his hand.

"It definitely knows its Tad," Harry laughed at the feeling. "I am going to miss that when the baby is here," Harry admitted.

"But we will have our little one to hold in our arms," Tom felt his chest warming at the thought.

"That will make it worth it. And I'm sure I won't be agreeing once the baby finds my organs," Harry grinned.

"Come on, shower and breakfast," Tom said sliding out of bed and gently tugging Harry into a sitting position. "How is your stomach today?" He asked concerned.

"Well…I'm really hungry and not one hint of nausea," Harry said triumphantly.

"That is good, I did not like seeing you feeling ill," Tom admitted crouching down to brush a kiss to the bump of Harry's stomach. the nausea had been coming and going in different strengths for the last few weeks, but the last couple of days it had stayed away much to Harry's relief. "Erm, Tom if we are going to wait, you really need to move your left hand," Harry breathed out slightly breathlessly.

"Hm? Oh, my apologies," Tom smirked standing again.

"You could sound a little more sorry," Harry grumbled wiggling his hand at Tom for help. The last week or so Harry had been finding it difficult to get up off of things having to put a hell of a lot more effort into it than normal, and apparently getting up off things was now up there with sex in things Harry wasn't allowed to do.

"Do not pout, I want you and the baby to be as safe as you can be, if that means you being helped up off of things then so be it," Tom said before tilting Harry's head back with his finger before kissing him hungrily and thoroughly. Harry was glad to know he wasn't the only one eager for this.

"Master, Healer Burns is being in the Green Room," Missy popped in with a bow just as Harry was pouring himself a second cup of tea.

"Take your time Burns will…"

"Nope I'm done, come on," Harry shook his head levering himself to his feet.

"What about your tea?" Tom smirked leaning back in his seat. Glaring darkly at him Harry was aware that everyone else was watching the exchange confused.

"Missy could you take my tea cup to the Green room please? Rabastan, Rodolphus come on," Harry smirked back before starting to make his way to the door. The two brothers scrambled to their feet, their orders were to stick with Harry after all. Blinking Tom watched as Missy picked up Harry's tea cup and disappeared before turning to see Harry, Rabastan and Rodolphus disappearing out the room. Shaking his head and looking amused he motioned for Severus to follow him before standing and following Harry.

"Oh you are coming?" Harry grinned over his shoulder as Tom and Severus caught up to them.

"Do not be cheeky," Tom scowled wrapping his arm around Harry's waist as Rabastan and Rodolphus turned their heads trying not to let their amusement show, Severus was just smirking outright.

"Then do not tease," Harry merely grinned up at him. Tom let out a snort of amusement shaking his head.

"You will ruin my carefully created reputation,"

"I've always been different," Harry shrugged.

"Ah My Lord, Lord Harry," Healer Burns smiled as they walked into the room, Tom still shaking his head at him.

"Oh joy, you have heard about the name change as well," Harry rolled his eyes.

"Of course Lord Harry, Our Lord announced it at the meeting after I saw you," Burns nodded looking amused.

"Wonderful," Harry said dryly eyeing Tom who just blinked back at him.

"Alright Lord Harry, if you will lie down please I will run some diagnostics and check on your progress and the baby's," Burns motioned to the sofa. Harry glanced at Tom suddenly feeling nervous. Tom's arm moved around so that he could take Harry's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

Once he had lain down Burns set to work, casting various diagnostic spells and randomly writing things down in the file that he had with him. He was clearly doing a thorough check up as it was nearly thirty minutes before he sat back.

"Alright I am happy with the progress that you are making, the potions have already started making an improvement, everything seems to be moving along nicely and you are getting much healthier. And I am very pleased with the baby, it is completely healthy, the magical womb is strong and the amniotic fluid good, the placenta and umbilical cord doing a good job, the baby is developing exactly at the speed it should, and showing awareness to the word around it," Burns smiled at them all.

"So the baby is doing good?" Harry asked letting out a relieved breath as Tom came to sit on the arm of the sofa.

"The baby and yourself are doing very good," Burns nodded.

"So…am I off watch now? He won't even let me stand up by myself," Harry said pleadingly, ignoring the cough that Tom gave to hide his laughter.

"You are fine to move about more now, but take it easy yes? You are still nearly six months pregnant, your activities should match that," Burns said before blinking when Harry's face lit up. "Lord Harry are you alright you look a little…oh, oh! That is also completely natural, and slightly advised," Burns grinned as his eyes flicked to Tom's face before focussing on Harry's again, amusement clear on his face.

"Thanks," Harry muttered embarrassed.

"Now, I can check the sex of the baby and give you a picture of it so far if you would like?" Burns offered watching both men perk up excitedly.

"You can do that now?" Tom asked.

"I have brought the machine used to take the picture and the sex will be simple from that," Burns smiled reaching into his bag and pulling out a slender machine with a pencil thin 8 inch attachment. "Ok Lord Harry if you could just raise your shirt," Burns requested flicking a nervous look to Tom. Shuffling slightly Harry tugged up his shirt to reveal his stomach before settling back down. He looked up at Tom when a warm hand settled on his shoulder noticing the nerves and excitement in those red eyes. Taking a slightly shaky breath of his own he reached up and placed his hand over Tom's before looking down as Burns pressed the pencil like thing to the centre of his stomach.

The machine let out fifteen beeps, he counted them, before there was a faint whizzing noise, Burns tapped the end gently with his wand muttering a spell before they all looked as the larger section of the machine started spitting out a small picture that they could already see was moving. Burns waited until it was fully done before removing the machine from Harry's stomach and once he set it to the side he picked up the picture.

"Well…we are going to be getting a Prince My Lords," Burns fairly beamed looking up at them and handing over the picture. Harry quickly sat up and shuffled back to rest against the arm of the chair to look at the picture with Tom. There is the centre was the shape of their baby, arms, legs and head clear. Harry watched the little arms moving around, his…his! legs kicking and shifting with his body.

"Harry?" Tom's voice sounded slightly panicked as he heard Harry sniffing. Looking up into awed red eyes with his own watery ones he smiled happily.

"A son," Harry choked out.

"Thank you," Tom barely breathed out bending down to brush a tender kiss to Harry's lips, the contact saying everything that he wanted to say and couldn't in front of the others. Harry's eyes fluttered shut and he pressed his hand to Tom's cheek. Pulling back they both turned their eyes to the picture again to watch their son moving around in the picture. The other four in the room sharing smiles but staying quiet as they watched their Lord smiling and fairly glowing for the first time in their memories.
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