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The Power of Three	By : Queenie_Mab Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 14418 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Once they were back in Sirius' old room, Harry shed his clothes and climbed into bed, patting the other side for Draco to get in.

They lay facing each other. "Have you ever got a man pregnant before?" Harry asked, curious.

Draco groaned and rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling.

"Once. It was my first real boyfriend. He was a Muggle and I didn't realise that contraceptive charms weren't enough. He started getting violently ill, coughing up blood and swelling up. I took him to St. Mungo's where they diagnosed him as pregnant and he--he died. Muggle men aren't able to carry children; they don't have the magic to adapt their bodies. I felt so guilty I swore off sex for a couple of years until I discovered condoms. I've used them ever since."

"Why did you marry a woman if you knew you were gay?" Harry prodded.

Draco turned back over onto his side. "It was an arranged marriage at my parents' bidding. I was up front with her from the beginning and it only took one go for us to produce an heir. I almost died having to have sex with her. Women are just too squishy and they smell too sweet. I prefer the musk of a man, but nobody smells or tastes like you, Harry."

Harry grinned. "That's very nice of you to say," Harry said. "Tell me the truth though, why all the secrecy about the Veela potency? I would have understood."

"I was embarrassed, Harry. All my life I've been raised to pride myself on being pure-blood and to cover the family secret about our creature blood. I didn't want to put you off."

"Draco, you could never put me off. I don't know if these feelings I have for you are from my heart or from the bond, but I don't care anymore. I've never been so happy as I am when I'm with you."

"Merlin, Harry. You sound like a woman." Draco said, reaching over and pinching one of Harry's nipples. It sent shivers down Harry's spine and his cock began to fill.

"I don't care," he said. "It's the truth and I want you to know it." Harry squirmed, trying to will his erection away. There were more questions he wanted answers to.

"Which one of your parents had the Veela blood?" he asked.

Draco sighed, "My father, but don't ever tell him that I told you that."

"Why don't you have more siblings then? Victoire has Veela blood and is already on her fourth baby."

"My mother has a poor constitution. She spent a good deal of time pregnant, but always ended up miscarrying. I was their miracle baby and then I think they started using contraceptive charms. I don't know if she ever miscarried again after I was born. I just know that she takes blood-replenishing potion daily."

Harry felt fatigue from the long day creeping up on him. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to push out the memories of the day from his mind, but to little avail.

"Draco? What the hell are we going to do about Al and Scorpius? It's not like we can keep them apart with them sharing a dorm at Hogwarts. Do we tell McGonagall about it?"

Draco sighed. "There's little to do about it, Harry. If they want to do it, they'll find a way, no matter what rules we lay down. They're teenagers. I'm going to give Scorpius a box of condoms for Christmas, see how red he turns." Draco laughed.

"I'm also thinking about the Weasleys. They want the kids for Boxing Day, but I'm not so sure it's such a good idea with James being how he is."

"Harry," Draco said, purring. "Shut your brain down for a bit and come over here."

"You can't possibly be horny after today," Harry said, mockingly.

"I'm always horny when I'm in bed with you."

Harry felt his erection return full mast once again and this time arched his back, relishing the feel of it. He scooted next to Draco, pressing himself against his thigh and whispered softly in his ear, "Very well, but I get to top."

Draco laughed.

***

The next morning a sense of gloom hung over the air in the kitchen during breakfast. James was seated next to Albus and Scorpius and all three of them were subdued; as well they should be, Harry thought. Lily was sitting beside the two highchairs at the end of the table with the four year old, Gabrielle, seated beside her on the table bench. Victoire was seated on the other side of her children as Lily attempted to feed the one year old, Genevieve, some strained carrots. Teddy was seated beside Harry and Draco across the table from the boys.

"How are you feeling this morning, James?" Teddy asked amiably.

"Fine," James said, not bothering to touch his food. He stared at his plate.

"Al, Scorpius? Did you have a restful night?" Teddy asked, apparently trying to get some morning conversation going.

"Fine," they said together, then shared a look and a small smile before returning to their breakfasts.

"Well, Harry. Your brood seem a bit down. How're you two holding up?"

"Painfully, Teddy. I'm so sorry we've brought so much trouble on you during the Christmas season, but thank you so much for giving us room in your house."

"Not at all," Teddy said, waving Harry's concerns away. "We're all family and family does need to stay together through hard times as well as good ones."

Harry laughed. "Teddy Remus Lupin, when did you get to be so wise?"

"Speaking of family," James interrupted, finally looking up from his plate. "I want to spend the rest of the Hols with the Weasleys at the Burrow."

Harry took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I know you'd like that, son, but after last night, I'm afraid it's out of the question. After breakfast I'm going to put in a call to Susan Bones. She specialises in teenage Mind Healing. I want you to have a talk with her."

"But, Dad," James whined.

"No buts, Jamie. Eat your breakfast."

"I'm not hungry," James said angrily.

"Fine then, starve," Harry said, exasperated. "But you will remain at the table until the rest of us are through."

"What's going on?" Lily called from the other end of the table. "You all look like you've been hit with dungbombs or something."

"We're just having a bit of the problem with disciplining the boys, Lil. Nothing for you to concern yourself with.

Lily stuck out her tongue at Albus. "You're in trouble," she said in a sing-song voice.

"Lily, I said enough," Harry nearly growled. He stood up. "Thank you so much for breakfast, Victoire. James and I are going to borrow your floo now, if you don't mind."

"Not at all, Harry," Victoire said with a smile. "After all, it is your house, we appreciate you letting us live here."

Harry looked at her confusedly. He turned to Teddy. "Didn't I sign over the deed?"

Teddy turned red and shook his head, "But it's no big deal."

"It most certainly is, I'll have my solicitors fix that first thing tomorrow. Now, I have a little something to talk about with James. Jamie, come on." he called.

James reluctantly rose from his seat at the table and followed Harry into the drawing room.

Harry shut the french doors behind them. "Sit there," Harry said, pointing at the sofa.

James sat.

Harry poured some floo powder into the fire and got down on his knees, sticking his head into the flames.

He hated the sensation of his head turning in circles more than the sensation of Apparition. Luckily Susan was available and Harry was able to pull his head out of the fireplace without getting too many pins and needles in his legs.

Shortly after, Susan came spinning out of the fireplace, and dusted off her yellow robes.

"So, James," she said with a large smile on her face. "Let's talk, Harry--out."

"But--" Harry protested.

"He's not going to tell me anything with you in the room. What is said in this room, stays in this room, so out you go."

Harry shook his head sadly and opened the doors, exiting and shutting them behind him. He pulled a flesh-coloured string out of his pocket and fed it under the door. He walked a short way down the hall and stopped in the shadows, listening in.

"James, you can trust me when I say that everything you tell me in this room will stay in this room; just between the two of us. Do you have anything that you'd like to start by telling me, or should I just ask you questions? It's up to you."

"I--I don't think I should be alive. I was a mistake," James said, voice quivering.

"What do you mean by that, James? Who told you that you were a mistake?" Susan asked, concerned.

"The Power of Three--My Dad was meant to end up with Malfoy, not Mum, so we were, all of us, mistakes," James began to cry quietly. Harry could hear his nose grow stuffy and felt as if his heart was dropping into his stomach. He had no idea James was thinking these things and it made him feel like a horrible father.

"But, James. Your father made a choice. He chose to marry your mum, regardless of his reasons, you and your siblings are precious to him. Harry told me he didn't even know about the Power of Three bond, but he said he'd make the same choice if it meant having you in his life."

James sniffled. "He-He did? When?"

"He told me all about it when he came to get me just now. It was the the most important thing he wanted to make sure we talked about today."

Harry hadn't said anything to Susan beyond the fact that he was bound to Draco by the Power of Three and that James had tried to commit suicide, but he was grateful to her for taking the words that he wanted James to hear and giving them to him.

"James, do you still feel like you are a mistake?" Susan pressed.

"Yes. I'm not like Al or Lily who always seem to have their shit together. I never know where I'm going in life or if life's even worth it. It seems like they know something I don't or were just born with something I wasn't. It's not fair; I was born first, but they get to be the happy ones."

"What about your mother?" Susan asked. "Did her suicide attempt give you the idea to try it as well?"

"How do you know about that?" James demanded angrily.

"Luna told me what had happened. She's the one that referred your father to me. So did it? How do you feel when you think about what your mother tried to do?"

James began to cry in earnest. "It's like, It's like she didn't care about us. I mean, so Dad got wrapped up in this old bond thing that he couldn't help, even though it grosses me out, and she wasn't there for us. Like she just gave up and wanted out. Like she didn't care that we needed her, you know? I didn't, don't actually, feel wanted right now. I feel like I'm just in the way and it's getting to be just too much to take."

"Tell me, James. Do you feel suicidal now? I mean if you had the choice right now to be dead or alive, which would you choose?"

"I'd rather be dead," James answered without pause. Harry felt the prickle of tears building up in his eyes. It hurt him so much to hear his little boy in so much pain. What a lousy father he'd had to have been. A tear rolled down his cheek, just as a hand came to rest on his shoulder.

"Are you all right?" Draco asked solemnly.

"Shh..." Harry said, gesturing to the flesh coloured string. "I'm listening."

"Harry, you know that's supposed to be private," said Draco, taking away the extendable ear and stowing it in his robe pocket. Let's go to the parlour and wait together for them to be finished, all right?"

"The children are in there," Harry said, whining. "I don't want to cry around the kids."

"All right, let's go up to our room then," Draco suggested, pulling Harry into an embrace and bending over slightly to kiss him on the cheek, licking his tear track.

In their bedroom Harry began to rant. "He said he'd rather be dead than alive, Draco; that he doesn't feel wanted. How is that supposed to make me feel? God; having James was one of the best days of my life and watching him grow up; it's all been so wonderful and now this has to happen."

"Harry, all teenagers are prone to bouts of depression, I know I was suicidal in school. It's part of the reason I made so many lousy choices. Sixth year I'd have rather been dead than have had to go through it."

Draco was seated on the edge of the bed, wearing blue robes that made his grey eyes shine brighter.

Harry sat next to him, in his baggy blue jeans and his ragged red jumper, his favourite. He felt perfect sitting beside Draco; complete. Draco put his hand on one of Harry's knees and squeezed. "It's going to be all right, Harry. You'll see. James will come around."

"It's Ginny, God Damn-it. She's always tried to take the easy way out of our problems, she'd say we need to talk, but when the time came, she'd clam up and let me do all the talking; then this bond happens and what does she do? She fucking tries to kill herself. No thought to how it'll make the kids or her family feel, just trying to get back at me and you know what? She's succeeded. I feel guiltier than ever for being truly happy for myself for once in my life."

"Shh.. Harry. Don't get hysterical. Let's concentrate on James right now," Draco said, attempting to get Harry's unruly black hair to lie flat, but failing.

There was a knock at the door. Draco got up to answer it, as Harry was wiping his red-rimmed eyes and trying to clean his glasses on his jumper, but just smudging them worse. It was Teddy.

"Susan says her visit is up, but she'd like to talk to Harry right away, in private."

"Thanks, Teddy," Draco said. "We'll be right down."

"All right, I'll just be in the parlour with the kids if you need anything."

"Thanks."

"C'mon, Harry. You heard the man. Susan would like to talk to you."

Harry slowly got to his feet and crossed the room to the door and to Draco. He squeezed Draco's hand. "Love you," he said.

Draco smirked and leaned in for a quick kiss. "You too, now get your arse downstairs and do your fatherly duty."

Harry got to the bottom of the stairs where Susan had talked Teddy into sitting with James for some hot chocolate in the kitchen while she talked with Harry in the drawing room. Draco followed shortly after.

"Oh, Malfoy, I mean, Draco. You're welcome to join us, seeing as how you're responsible for James now as well."

Draco looked to Harry, who nodded vigorously. If there was one thing he wanted, it was Draco by his side while he heard what Susan was going to say to him.

They shuffled in to the drawing room and shut the door. Harry and Draco took seats on the worn red sofa and Susan sat in one of the high-backed chairs.

"Harry--and Draco, James is at a very difficult stage right now. He isn't safe and I suggest that he be taken to St. Mungo's for evaluation and perhaps a mind potion."

"When you say he's not safe, what exactly do you mean?' Draco asked.

Harry was so relieved not to have had to ask the question himself. He sat and waited for her response.

"He's still suicidal. Everything we talked about is confidential, but when it comes down to the harm of self or others, I have a responsibility to report to the parents. I'm sorry to have to break the news to you, but as you described what he did last night, you can hardly be surprised."

"Yeah," Harry said. "I listened in a bit. He really does think he was a mistake, doesn't he?"

Susan looked at Harry, affronted, then rolled her eyes. "You always were getting into trouble, doing things you oughtn't, being in places you had no business being. Yes, you're right about that. It'll take some work on your part to make him feel better about himself and his place in this world, but I think his mother's downfall is what really brought this all to a head. He needs help."

"All right, Susan. We'll get him to St. Mungo's straight away, but there's something else I want to speak with you about," Harry said, growing pink in the face.

"What is it?"

Draco cleared his throat and answered. "It's about our sons, Albus and Scorpius; they're sleeping together and they're thirteen years old. Can you possibly talk to them?"

Susan looked utterly shocked, but then her expression changed as if a realisation had dawned upon her.

"What is it?" Harry demanded, seeing the shift.

"It might be the bond. How long was it before you two sealed it?"

"Nineteen years, maybe twenty, why?" Harry asked.

"I'm just wondering if the fact that you took so long in sealing it, that it may have caused it to have passed on to your sons. They're the same age, right?"

"Yes," Draco said. "By about a month, I think, right, Harry?"

"Yeah. Damn this bond. Still, can you speak with them anyway about the dangers of teenage sex?" Harry asked.

"By all means. Let's make the appointment for after the hols, but before school starts up again, and I don't know what dangers you mean for me to warn them about, Harry. It's not like they can get pregnant or anything."

"I'm part Veela," Draco said suddenly. "There actually is the possibility. But I'd like it if you could address the matter of incest with them. Legally they are brothers."

Susan shrugged. "That's up to you to do as parents, Draco. I'll talk with them about it, but ultimately it's going to be your problem."

"Thanks, Susan." Harry said, giving her a hug. "You're the best, we'll work on it, but really appreciate your help."

"Sure thing, Harry. Now get James off, before he does something stupid. I can floo myself out."

"Right--ready, Draco?"

"Uh--sure."

They opened the door to the drawing room and walked to the kitchen to find James, bound to a chair by Teddy.

"What's going on?" Harry asked, scared.

"He was going to put his head in the oven. I had to do something."

"Christ, this is one hell of a holiday," Draco said under his breath so that only Harry could hear.

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