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Of Lions And Lambs - Part Four	By : Marblez Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 9326 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Twilight and I will not make any profit from writing this story.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Twilight. I've just…borrowed them for a little while. I'll give them back. Honest.

Warnings - So completely AU it's unbelievable. (Come guys, it's a crossover so did you really expect it not to be AU?) Some of the characters might seem a little OOC at times. Also…THERE WILL BE SLASH! AND MPREG! You have been warned!

A/N Apologies for any and all bad grammar or spelling mistakes.

A/N2 This is the fourth instalment of my ‘Of Lions and Lambs’ series so if you haven’t read the previous three I would suggest you do that other wise you might find this story a teeny tiny bit confusing.

Of Lions And Lambs - Part Four

Chapter Seven

            “Ok that…that right there…that’s disgusting…” Draco announced loudly as he watched Harry eagerly tucking into a practically raw piece of steak drizzled in chocolate and covered with tiny marshmallows.

            “I concur…” Bella grimaced, loosing what little colour she’d had in her face.

            Harry shrugged.

            “Baby wants it…” he responded calmly, patting his rounded belly which thankfully he didn’t have to hide any more. “And what baby wants, baby gets.”

            Beside him Teddy giggled.

            “That doesn’t make it any less gross.”

            Gathered around the extravagant dining table the humans of their large group tucked into the veritable feast that Esme and Alice had prepared for them.

            “You know, this kind of reminds me of Hogwarts…” Pansy murmured as she helped herself to some more of the delicious pasta bake that was far too close to her plate for her waist line. “All that’s missing is the pumpkin juice.”

            “Mmm…pumpkin juices…” Harry and Draco murmured almost as one, their voices full of longing for the drink that had accompanied their time at school.

            “D’you mean this stuff?” Paul asked softly, picking up the decorative glass jug that had just mysteriously appeared by his elbow. “It looks disgusting…”

            “Pansy, your mate just insulted pumpkin juice…” Draco murmured with mock seriousness heavy in his voice. “I hope you will discipline him accordingly…”

            “I would but he’d probably enjoy it too much…” Pansy responded with a rather devious smirk, causing almost everyone gathered around the table to chuckle as Paul actually began to blush.

            “I just knew you two would be into the kinky stuff…” Draco murmured seriously, earning a bright laugh from Pansy and an even deeper flush from Paul.

            “Says the wizard with an admitted leather fetish…” Pansy responded.

            Draco let out a bark of laughter.

            “Touché…”

            “Ok, I think that’s enough dirty talk now…” Harry murmured seriously, discretely indicating the very attentive toddler sat beside him. “Little ears…”

            Draco smiled at the sight of the little boy, his hands paused half-way between his plate and his mouth, his sandwich completely forgotten as his wide eyes observed the occupants of the table.

            Obediently the conversation took a different turn, sticking to more “child friendly” subjects that allowed the toddler to join in with their laughter while finishing of his plate of marmite and cheese sandwiches.

            Draco shuddered.

            He couldn’t understand why anyone would willingly eat such a fowl muggle substance but both Harry and Teddy seemed to be addicted to it, lathering it on their toast, in their sandwiches and on one disturbing occasion Draco had seen Teddy stick his little finger in the pot and lick the substance directly from it.

            Once they had all eaten their fill of the delicious food (which for some of them was a lot more than for others) the group split up; Paul, Leah and Seth heading back out to take a turn on guard duty while everyone else retired to the living room where most of the Cullens were already waiting.

            “Bella…” Edward called softly, drawing his wife over to what was quickly becoming known as her regular seat, covering her with a blanket once she was settled. “How are you feeling?”

            “I’ve been better…” Bella murmured softly, running her hands over her swollen stomach. “It feels like…like something pressing against my ribs…”

            That immediately got Carlisle’s attention and he was halfway across the room when the unmistakable sound of a bone cracking broke through the silence, followed instantly by Bella’s shocked cry of pain, her hands clutching at her side.

            “Bella!”

            “Ow…ow…ow…ow…” Bella sobbed weakly, tears streaming down her sunken cheeks as everyone crowded around her. “Carlisle…”

            The fatherly vampire pressed a gentle hand to her side and Draco could see that Edward was physically holding himself back when the move earned another cry of pain from the muggle girl.

            “Your rib is cracked,” Carlisle murmured softly, his hand remaining in place but not pressing down any more. “I’d like to do an x-ray to access the damage.”

            “What about the baby?” Bella whimpered. “Won’t the x-ray hurt him?”

            “The x-ray won’t harm your child,” Carlisle reassured her softly.

            “…ok…”

            “We can hardly take her to the hospital, Carlisle,” Rosalie pointed out sharply, hovering behind the sofa with her hands reaching out towards Bella’s shoulders.

            “I have an x-ray machine in the other room,” Carlisle announced calmly, nodding towards the large room beside his office that had been transformed overnight thanks to the combined efforts of his medical knowledge and Alice’s foresight. “I made sure that we have everything we could possibly need.”

            Draco watched silently, worrying his lip between his teeth, as Bella was spirited gently out of the room in the strong arms of her father-in-law with her worried husband following closely behind.

            “Wha’ wong?” Teddy asked, sensing the sudden drop in the atmosphere.

            Harry pulled the little boy onto his lap, smiling when the currently red haired child immediately started patting his baby bump.

            “Nothings wrong, Teddy,” Harry reassured his little boy softly. “Bella’s baby just kicks a little bit harder than we expected.”

            Draco snorted softly,

            “Yeah, just a little bit…”

            Of course the only thing that the little boy could possibly come out with next was the three letter word that every parent dreaded their child learning;

            “Why?”

            “Because her baby is very strong, Teddy.”

            “Why?”

            “Well…because her baby is half-vampire, half-human.”

            “Why?”

            “Um…because…”

            Harry’s voice trailed off as he struggled to think of how to explain how a half-human, half-vampire baby came to exist in a way that a three year old could understand without getting scarred for life.

            Draco chuckled softly.

            “You know you could help me instead of just sitting there laughing…” Harry grumbled loudly, resting his hands on his swollen belly as he glared at his friend.

            “Yeah, I could…” Draco agreed as he snuggled into his husband’s side, wrapping an arm round the vampire’s slim stomach as he made himself as comfortable as could be. “Doesn’t mean I will…”

            “You are such a–”

            Whatever insult Harry was going to use against him would forever remain a mystery as Edward chose that exact moment to storm back into the family room, his body practically vibrating with barely contained anger.

            “Edward?”

            Draco watched as the vampire in question stiffened as his sister hurried across the room to stand directly in front of him, her own body trembling with worry as she placed a gentle hand on her brother’s arm.

            “What did Carlisle say? Is Bella…is everything all right?” Rosalie pleaded softly, her voice trembling with sincere concern for the mortal girl.

            Huh…

            It seemed like only yesterday that the beautiful vampire couldn’t wait to be rid of the mortal girl that had captured her brother’s heart.

            “Edward…is the baby all right?”

            “It’s getting stronger as she’s getting weaker…” he all but growled, his voice incredibly tense as his eyes blazed with barely contained anger. Draco watched warily as the tall vampire clenched his hands into fists. “How is that all right?”

            Throwing her gentle hand off of his arm the angry vampire pushed his way past his concerned sister, storming out onto the balcony where he remained for a few moments, pacing back and forth angrily.

            “Edward…?”

            Shaking his head sharply in their direction the father-to-be disappeared off of the balcony with one graceful leap, landing with effortless ease before vanishing into the trees surrounding the house so fast that his body was little more than a blur.

            “Wha’ wong?” Teddy repeated his earlier question, sounding even more agitated than the first time he’d spoken up as he twisted around on his godfathers lap to stare out of towards the trees. “D-Daddy?”

            “Nothing’s wrong, Teddy,” Harry murmured reassuringly once more, running his fingers through his sons hair as he forced a calm smile to grace his features.

            “…kay…” Teddy mumbled, looking incredibly unconvinced despite his tender years. “…can I have some juice?”

            “Juice!” Harry cried out dramatically. “You’ve only just had your dinner.”

            Teddy giggled behind his little hand.

            “Ok, you little monster…” Harry growled, tickling his sons sides quickly earning a loud burst of laughter from the toddler. What the dark haired wizard came out with next however caused the little boys face to fall, his hair darkening simultaneously as if to emphasise his mood change. “…you’ve got half an hour till your bedtime so you can either play with your toys or we can read a book.”

            Teddy looked thoughtful for a moment, his dark green eyes flicking back and forth between his father and his Uncle Draco before he mumbled hopefully,

            “Wead wif Unca Dwaco?”

            “Teddy? What have I said about mumbling like that?” Harry asked softly.

            “Bad…” Teddy sighed sadly, hanging his head for a moment before straightening up and repeating his request in a slightly clearer but still adorably cute voice. “Can I wead wif Unca Dwaco?”

            “Uncle Draco?” Harry asked brightly.

            “I’d love to, Teddy,” Draco agreed with a genuine smile, patting his lap invitingly. “Why don’t you pick a book and come and join me and Uncle Jasper?”

            Sliding down from his fathers lap the little boy hurried across the room on his unsteady legs, going over to the little bookcase that contained his brightly coloured collection of books given to him as Christmas and Birthday presents.

            He picked a book with a green spine that was already beginning to look more than a little tired…a book with a green spine that everyone was starting to recognise as the little boys favourite book…

            “Dis one pwease, Unca Dwaco…” the little boy requested as he hurried back across the room, this time climbing up onto his honorary uncles lap and twisting so that his little legs were stretched over Jaspers lap.

            “He’ll know that book off by heart soon enough…” Harry sighed.

            Draco hummed softly in agreement as he took the book from the little boy and opened it in such a way that all three of them in their little huddle could see the brightly coloured pictures.

            Taking a deep breath Draco began to read the muggle story (that he had thought was complete and utter nonsense the first time he heard it) out loud;

            “I am Sam.

            I am Sam

            Sam I am.

            That Sam-I-am

            That Sam-I-am!

            I do not like

            that Sam-I-am.”

            Turning the page slowly, smiling as Teddy hurried to help him do so, Draco mused silently that at least he would be well practised in reading complete and utter nonsense by the time his and Jaspers child was old enough to appreciate books.

            “Do you like

            green eggs and ham?

            I do not like them,

            Sam-I-am.

            I do not like

            green eggs and ham.

            Would you like them

            here or there?

            I would not like them

            here or there.

            I would not like them

            anywhere.

            I do not like

            green eggs and ham.

            I do not like them,

            Sam-I-am.”

            “Sam-I-am…” Teddy echoed softly, reaching out to touch part of the picture just as Carlisle helped a gaunt looking Bella into the room and Draco found himself watching worriedly as his muggle friend settled back into her favourite seat, this time with an IV line connected to the back of her hand. “Unca Dwaco? Why you stop?”

            Murmuring a quick apology he turned the page and continued wit the story.

            “Would you like them

            in a house?

            Would you like them

            with a mouse?

            I do not like them

            in a house.

            I do not like them

            with a mouse.

            I do not like them

            here or there.

            I do not like them

            anywhere.

            I do not like green eggs and ham.

            I do not like them, Sam-I-am.”

            Draco lost himself to the story and the little boy snuggling into his chest, a little boy who was slowly getting heavier and heavier as the drowsiness he was fighting against began to catch up with him.

            Somehow the little boy managed to hold on until the very end of the remarkably long story, sighing happily as Draco read out the last part (somewhat thankfully) before turning to snuggle into the blonds chest.

            “I think it’s definitely someone’s bedtime…” the blond wizard murmured, handing the book over to his husband and shifting Teddy’s rapidly drooping body into an easier hold, an arm under the little boys shoulders and knees. “Harry?”

            “Right…hold onto him for a moment longer…” Harry muttered, struggling to push himself up off of the sofa for nearly a full minute before letting out a frustrated sigh and turning to his mate, silently asking for help.

            Draco sniggered.

            “You’re not having trouble getting up already are you?”

            Harry glared across at him as his mate carefully helped him to his feet.

            “No I am not!” he responded sharply, smoothing his hands over the significant swelling of his stomach where his shirt was stretched a little bit too tight. “I only had trouble because that sofa is very low and…oh!”

            “Harry?”

            “What’s wrong?”

            Harry said nothing.

            Instead he just gazed up at his worried mate, his eyes shining with unshed tears as his bottom lip began to tremble thanks to his barely contained emotions.

            “Harry?”

            The wizard’s only response was to reach out for his mates strong hands, running his thumbs over the ridges of his knuckles for a moment before taking Jacob’s right hand in both of his own and pressing it against the side of his bump.

            “Harry? What…?”

            “Wait…” Harry finally spoke softly, his gaze fixed on the point where the warm hand was pressed against the tightly stretched fabric of his shirt. “Just wait…”

            They waited…

            And waited…

            And waited…

            Eventually Draco sighed impatiently;

            “Harry…”

            “Oh, fuck!” Jacob cut him off with a loud gasp, his own eyes going impossibly wide as he stared down at the point where his hand was pressed against his mate’s swollen stomach. “What the…what was that?”

            “That…was our baby kicking…”

            Draco snorted.

            The look on Jacobs face was absolutely priceless…

            “So…are we putting Teddy to bed or what?” he asked, breaking up the tender moment as he cuddled the lightly snoring child against his chest before rising very carefully from his own seat.

            Jasper rose along with him, arms outstretched as if he were afraid that his husband could no longer lift a small child now that he was pregnant.

            Draco rolled his eyes.

            If his husband thought that he was going to get away with treating him like an invalid he was very wrong indeed…

            “Would you like to carry him up for me?”

            “Oh, I see how it is!” he laughed loudly, turning his gaze on his glowing friend. “Make me do all the hard work while you get fawned over by your pet wolf!”

            Now it was Harry’s turn to roll his eyes.

            “I’m sure you’ll be able to cope.”

            Draco sighed dramatically but didn’t argue the point, ensuring that his grip on the little boy was secure before following the pregnant wizard up two flights of stairs to the little bedroom Alice had put together for the (now snoring) toddler.

            With the aid of magic it took mere seconds to change Teddy into his unbelievably soft pyjamas and get him tucked up tight in his little bed, the protection spell raised to keep him from rolling off the edge in his sleep.

            “I’m worried about him…” Harry murmured, resting his hand gently on the top of Teddy’s head, stroking his fingers through the soft locks of hair. “I’m always worried about him…if he doesn’t take to the new baby…if things get worse…”

            “My mother has told me on several occasions that it is the job of a parent to worry,” Draco reassured his friend softly, placing a comforting hand on the other wizards lightly trembling back. “Your worry just proves that you’re a good parent.”

            Harry turned to smile gratefully at him.

            “We should probably head back down to the others.”

            Harry nodded in agreement, accepting the arm Draco offered him without really thinking about it before they began to head downstairs and as they reached the family room that everyone was gathered in he gave a quick flick of his want to silently activate the simple monitoring charm he had set up on Teddy’s room.

            Releasing his friend’s arm Draco dropped down into his husbands lap, snuggling into his strong chest with a contented sigh.

            “Are you cold?”

            Edwards soft voice made him jump – he hadn’t realised that the emotionally unstable vampire had returned from the woods.

            Bella nodded unhappily.

            “Hang on a second…” Draco muttered, struggling to pull his wand out of his pocket before aiming it at Bella’s thick blanket and casting a simple but effective warming spell. “Better?”

            His muggle friend sighed happily, nodding silently in answer to his question as she snuggled deeper into the cushions of the sofa as she wrapped the now pleasantly heated blanket even tighter around her body.

            Esme sighed loudly, turning to her husband as she murmured softly,

            “We need to find a way of getting some food into her system.”

            “What about all those potion things?” Seth asked from his position loitering by the glass doors leading out onto the balcony.

            “Ugh…they’re foul…” Bella complained weakly.

            Draco chuckled.

            “All potions are…”

            “I fear at the moment that the potions are the only think keeping you going, Bella…” Carlisle murmured gravely, pressing his cool hand against her clammy forehead as he studied her tired eyes.

            “If I could only see the foetus…” Alice keened softly, pressing herself against her mate’s strong side as she agonised over her abilities new limitations.

            “The baby…” Rosalie corrected her sister automatically.

            “…maybe I could figure out what it wants.”

            Jacob snorted softly, trying to hide his grin behind his hand.

            Edwards head snapped round to stare at him.

            “I think you might be right…” he murmured somewhat gravely before turning to face the rest of his family. “Jacob just had an idea.”

            “It wasn’t an idea...it was a snide comment.”

            “What were you thinking?” Carlisle enquired softly.

            Jacob shrugged.

            “That it’s probably just looking for someone to sink its teeth into.”

            Harry looked like he was going to scold Jacob for saying something to inappropriate about an innocent baby but everyone else, Draco included, only had eyes for a Bella as a look of relief spread across her ashen features.

            “He’s thirsty…”

            “I know the feeling…” Emmett muttered darkly from his own place.

            Draco noted that his eyes weren’t the only ones that were nearly pitch black.

            “If it’s craving, it’s not gonna want animal blood,” Edward pointed out.

            Carlisle nodded in agreement.

            “I have some O-Negative laid aside for Bella.”

            Everyone watched as the father of their growing family hurried towards his office, eager to do what he could to help his patient.

            Draco frowned softly as he felt his husbands body stiffen beneath him.

            “Jasper?” he asked softly. “You ok?”

            “I don’t…I don’t think…” Jasper all but whimpered, his expression tortured as he swallowed thickly before admitting softly, “I’m too thirsty…I can’t…”

            Draco moved quickly, springing up from his husbands lap and offering him his hand as he spoke brightly, ignoring the completely black eyes dominating the features of the man he loved,

            “Let’s go upstairs, shall we?”

            And so that was exactly what they did.

            While Bella tasted her first drink of blood Draco lay with his husband on their unbelievably comfortable bed, their hands linked together over his still flat stomach as they quietly began to plan their future together beginning, of course, with possible baby names (and resulting in much laughter);

            “Hubert? Jasper, we are not calling out son Hubert!”

            “How is that worse than Callista or Alcyone if we have a girl?”

            “I told you – it’s a Malfoy tradition to name our children after constellations.”

            “Then I dread to think what you’ve got in mind should we have a son…”

            “Oh, shut up you! At least my suggestions don’t sound like a…like a banker!”

            “I’ll have you know Hubert is an old family name…”

            “Emphasis on old…”

            It was at about that point that all serious talk was forgotten and a “tickle fight” began in order to sort out who had suggested the most ridiculous name.

A/N OMG! I am so sorry it took this long but real life has been even more insane than usual because…my boyfriend proposed on Valentine’s Day!!! *squeals very loudly* I know that was ages ago but combined with work, cadets, choir, theatre and this strange concept I’m told is called a “social life” my writing time has been…well…limited to very late at night when I probably should be sleeping. Like now. Anyway…have actually planned next few chapters so they should take too long (fingers crossed) and as always suggestions and comments are more than welcome!

IMPORTANT A/N – PLEASE BE AWARE THAT I WILL BE USING QUOTES FROM BOTH THE BOOKS AND FILMS OF ‘THE TWILIGHT SAGA’ BY STEPHANIE MEYER.
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