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Erotes	By : Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 70634 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 19
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AN: Chapter 8; this story is still progressing nicely, and chapter 9 is not far off complete. Though I will warn you now; me and chapter 10 are having a bit of a disagreement but I am hoping we will be able to work out our differences before I have posted chapter 9 (which will likely be the end of this week or maybe over the weekend).
Enjoy.
Warnings: Swearing, slash and Adult themes, likely (well actually definitely) sexual content in later (not much later now) chapters; for full warnings see story description.
Thank you to my beta, AchillesTheGeek
(Note: This is the updated edited version of the chapter. Updated 16/01/2015)

Draco blinked his eyes open and tried to work out what it was that had woken him. Harry was quietly snoring next to him, sprawled out on their bed and their room was still in darkness. He was uncomfortably warm, so he slid out from under the arm Harry had flung over his waist and their heavy winter covers.
Sitting up on the edge of the bed, Draco scrabbled around till his hand came across his wand on the bedside table. A quick tempus charm told him that it was just after four in the morning. With a quiet groan of frustration Draco put his wand back and lay down on top of their bed covers.
His head was feeling slightly fuzzy and he felt on the edge of returning to sleep, but the strange heat was making him uncomfortable. He shifted, trying to relax and let out a small whine when he had to wipe the slight sheen off his forehead with the sleeve of his pyjamas; he really wanted to lie on his back but that wasn't particularly comfortable with his wings.
"Draco, you okay?" Harry asked sleepily, his concerned muttered words breaking the quiet of the room, as he rolled his head to face his blond boyfriend on the bed next to him.
Draco sighed, and silently cursed himself in his own mind; he really hadn't meant to wake Harry."I'm fine, go back to sleep," he said softly, reaching out running his fingers gently through Harry's hair, trying to lull him back to sleep.
"What time is it?" the stubborn Gryffindor asked, as he managed to force his eyes open, rubbing at them with the back of his hand. He smiled at the sensation of Draco's fingers in his hair, and reached up to take the hand in his own and brought it down to his lips so that he could press a kiss to the palm.
"A little after four," Draco told him, smiling fondly at how affectionate Harry could be even when half asleep. As much as he hadn't wanted to wake his boyfriend up, having Harry's company, even when sleepy, was better than lying there feeling sorry for himself.
"And you expect me to believe you are lying awake, fidgeting enough to wake me, at four in the morning because you are fine?" Harry asked, giving Draco a sceptical look as he mumbled a soft lumos spell and a dim light fell across the room.
"Damn it, Harry," Draco said with a flinch, pulling his hand from Harry's grasp and using it to hide his eyes from light as it hit him, even the small amount of light feeling bright in comparison to the former darkness. "A little warning..." he grumbled, as he slowly managed to ease the hand from in front of his face.
"Sorry," Harry said, looking guilty, as he reached out and brushed a few strands of blond hair away from Draco's face; as his fingers brushed over his boyfriend's skin, however, he couldn't help but notice that something wasn't right. "You're warm and sweaty," Harry pointed out, sitting up in bed a little, frowning in concern as he noticed that his boyfriend was lying on top of their bed covers. "Draco, it is November," he stated, "aren't you cold?"
Draco sighed, realising that Harry was going to worry no matter what he told him now, and so settled for the truth. "No, too warm actually," he admitted. "I think that's what woke me up; I can't get comfortable, I just feel too warm."
"Well then why did you tell me you are fine?" Harry asked, tutting affectionately as he summoned a small towel and cast aquamenti on it carefully, so as only to dampen it. "How am I supposed to help you, if you don't tell me when something is wrong?"
Draco sighed with relief as Harry gently pressed the damped towel to his forehead, the heat that seemed to be burning him from the inside out lessening somewhat. After a few minutes, Harry refolded the towel and pressed a different section of it to Draco's neck; the blonde tilted his head forward as he moaned with relief.
"Do you think you will be able to sleep anymore tonight?" Harry asked softly a few minutes later, discarding the small towel onto his own bedside table, as it was no longer cold to the touch.
There was no response and when he gently brushed Draco's hair away from his face, he could clearly see that his boyfriend had fallen back to sleep. Harry chuckled softly, smiling at the blond. "I will take that as a yes," he whispered.
Lying down next to Draco, Harry carefully checked the blond's forehead with the back of his hand and was relieved to find it a much more normal temperature.
"Sleep well, Draco," Harry said as he carefully pulled manoeuvred the covers from under his boyfriend, tucking him in lovingly. "Like it or not, we are taking you to Madam Pomfrey in the morning," Harry told the sleeping boy quietly, pressing a kiss to Draco's forehead before settling back down to get a few more hours sleep himself.
-#-
"Honestly, Harry," Draco said with exasperation, "I feel completely fine now, we don't have to..."
"We are going to see Madam Pomfrey," Harry told him firmly, as he shook his head with amusement. He was leaning against the wall of their bedroom, trying discreetly to watch Draco , who had his back to him and was currently getting dressed.
Draco made a noise that made it quite clear how unhappy he was with that, turning to glare at Harry over his shoulder, as he finished fastening his trousers. However, his scowl slowly morphed into a smirk as he realised that Harry's eyes were watching his arse. "See something you like, Harry?" he asked smugly.
Harry startled a little, realising that Draco was watching him too now, and looked up the beautiful body in front of him to see a very amused, but rather pleased expression on Draco's face. Harry's green eyes widened and his face flushed at the sudden realisation that he had most definitely been caught ogling.
Draco picked up his shirt from where he had placed it on the edge of their now made bed, and moved over to where Harry was standing. He stopped just out of arm's reach from his boyfriend and slipped his arms into the sleeves, leaving the buttons undone and keeping eye contact the whole time. Harry looked like he was actually about to swoon right there in their bedroom, as his gaze drifted down over the pale skin he could see through the open shirt. They had grown used to seeing each other getting changed and Harry was well past the point where he could convincingly deny how attracted he was to Draco's body.
"Curse you for getting dressed so quickly," Draco said teasingly as he stepped forward and ran the tips of his fingers over Harry's fully clothed chest; despite the relative newness of their relationship, he knew the toned flesh that was hidden beneath.
Harry leaned down and pressed a kiss to Draco's pouting lips. "Perhaps it would best, if we were to stand any chance of actually leaving this room at some point today," he said, his voice coming out breathy, "that we are BOTH clothed." Draco chuckled at that and Harry reached out and started fastening the buttons of his boyfriend's shirt, before the sight could made him any harder than he already was.
Harry gave Draco another quick chaste kiss. "I need to use the bathroom real quick," he told the blond. "Then we will go see Madam Pomfrey, and hopefully still have time to get some breakfast."
Draco chuckled happily as he watched Harry head through the doorway into the bathroom; he was fairly sure that Harry's need for the bathroom had less to do with his bladder and far more to do with his appreciation of Draco's body.
-#-
"Ah, Mr Potter, Mr Malfoy," Madam Pomfrey greeted warmly as she looked up from the bed she was making to see them entering her domain. "I must say that I am surprised it has taken you this long to come and see me," she told them as they made their way along the medical wing towards her, hand-in-hand.
The two boys shared a confused look, a little surprised at the nurse having expected them and somewhat concerned that they had forgotten or overlooked something but followed the school nurse as she led them into her office.
"Do take a seat," she said kindly, gesturing to the two chairs in front of her desk as she moved around and took a seat on the far side. "So, tell me, how are you getting on, Mr Malfoy?" she asked kindly, knitting her fingers together as she leaned forward and leaned on the top of her desk.
"I'm doing okay," he answered slowly, sounding unsure about his own words; he felt a little daft for not having anticipated such an enquiry but found he didn't really know what to say. However, when Harry threw him a dirty look, he realised that his boyfriend wasn't going to let him get away with half truths and so spoke again. "I really have been mostly fine," he clarified a little defensively, glaring at Harry for a second before going on, "but I woke up at around four in the morning last night and felt like I was burning up; I feel completely fine now though."
The nurse chuckled softly. "That, Mr Malfoy, was a hot flash," she explained to him. "It is nothing to be concerned about and completely normal for someone who is pregnant; such things are to be expected given all the hormonal changes your body is going through."
"See, I told you I was fine," Draco told Harry with a pout. The idea that he was actually pregnant was still taking some getting used to, even though he had known the likelihood of it ever since he had come into his inheritance; sitting here discussing it with the school nurse was not exactly making him feel comfortable.
Harry rolled his eyes at his boyfriend's petulance, but was also smiling fondly. "But aren't you glad to know what it was?" he asked hopefully, not wanting Draco to actually be upset with him for dragging him to the medical wing against his protests; he was sure that his instincts would have driven him insane all day if they hadn't been given any answers. "Don't you feel better, knowing for certain that it is nothing to worry about?"
"Actually, I feel like sulking because this means it will probably happen again," Draco mumbled under his breath, crossing his arms over his chest. He had been hopeful that it was just a one-time occurrence, but Madam Pomfrey's statement that it was normal and to be expected had blown that idea out the window.
Ignoring the sulking blonde, the nurse turned to the large bookshelf behind her and quickly removed a small, thin book, turning back to the teenagers and placing it on the desk in front of them. "You are correct, Mr Malfoy; there is a good chance that you will experience such hot flashes again at some point during your pregnancy," she informed them. "There are a few symptoms that you may experience in the coming months, but it will be nigh on impossible to predict exactly what or when."
"Great," Draco said sarcastically, rolling his eyes as he looked down at his still completely flat stomach. "Thanks for this, baby, you better be worth all this trouble," he said with a scowl on his face.
Harry chuckled, knowing that the blond was joking around but stopped abruptly when Draco looked up and glared at him.
"Don't know what you think you're laughing at, mister," Draco said pointedly. "This is your fault; you're the one who buggered me," he went on, but couldn't help but smirk slightly as he added, "both metaphorically and literally."
Harry's face flushed red at his boyfriend's crudeness. They hadn't really discussed what they knew to have happened that night much, it was just a little too weird with neither of them having any memory of it and too easy to just act like it never happened; at least for the moment.
"Shall we try to stay on topic, boys?" Madam Pomfrey suggested quickly; not giving them a chance to object she tapped the book on her desk. "This book is all about male pregnancies; while it isn't specifically about Erote pregnancies, I still believe it will be a useful guide as they don't differ greatly from wizard ones," she told them.
Harry reached out a picked the small book up from the desk, eyeing it with curiosity. It was simply titled 'Male Pregnancy: A guide', and, when he flipped to the contents page, seemed to be rather detailed despite its size. Draco leaned closer to him, looking at the book too.
"I went to great effort to get that for you," the nurse told them sternly, "so I would like you both to read it." Her eyes narrowed at Harry as she spoke; she trusted that Draco would read it as it was about what was happening to his body, but they would get through this pregnancy a lot easier if Harry was also well-informed.
"Okay, I promise," Harry agreed, nodding his head. He found that he was actually rather curious about what the book might be able to tell him, but he slipped it into his robe pocket to look at later and returned his attention back to the nurse.
"Excellent," Madam Pomfrey said with a smile. "Now, as I said, I had expected you back here sooner, simply because I thought that you would have had difficult managing Draco's magical energy levels." As she said this expressions of understanding crossed both Harry and Draco's faces. "However, it seems that the pair of you have sussed that out for yourselves," she said looking torn between proud and amused. It was clear that the two teenagers were managing to make their relationship work despite the difficulties they had in their past.
The two boys nodded quickly, hoping she wasn't about to start quizzing them on this further. It was bad enough knowing that a lot of people, including maybe of the professors, knew what they were doing in various corners of the school, but neither of them wanted to sit and have a discussion about it, especially with the nurse.
"Okay," she said, apparently content to leave it at that. "If there is nothing else, let's talk you through some of the other symptoms you are most likely to experience, then you can go get some breakfast. Sadly because your body is used to male hormone levels it is likely you will experience more severe symptoms than a pregnant woman, but as every pregnancy is different, we just won't know until they happen."
Draco groaned quietly; that didn't sound good. Harry nodded his understanding; he didn't like that their unborn child would cause Draco difficulties, but it seemed pretty inevitable.
"It is possible that at some point in upcoming months you will feel, in addition to the hot flashes we mentioned, some nausea or maybe even sickness," the nurse told him. "It is also likely that you will have increases or decreases in appetite, and cravings for different foods; I would suggest you trust your body and, within reason, let your instincts guide you in this regard," she suggested.
Harry and Draco both nodded, and she went on. "It is also possible that you will have dramatic or unexpected changes in mood with no apparent cause." Harry looked a little nervous about this, thinking that his boyfriend was quite unpredictable enough already with hormone-influenced mood swings. "Many pregnant individuals also experience a frequent need to pee, overly sensitive taste or smell, exhaustion and changes in sex drive."
"Oh, that just all sounds delightful," Draco said sarcastically. "This really is going to be a fun few months, isn't it?" he said, sighing as he leaned back in his chair.
"Probably," Harry admitted with a wry smile, feeling a little guilty that it was Draco that was the one who would have to suffer through it all. "But I will be right here with you so I can help when I can," he promised, thinking that it was the least he could do really and he reached out, squeezing Draco's arm gently in support. "And so you can yell at me when I can't," he added.
"Oooh, I'm allowed to yell at you," Draco teased, giving Harry a playful grin, "I didn't think of that. Thanks, dear, I do feel a bit better now," he added, chuckling to himself. Harry groaned; he was quite sure that the blond was already thinking up lists of things that he could get away with berating him for. It seemed that Draco was probably right; it really was going to be a 'fun' few months.
"Oh, one last thing before you go," Madam Pomfrey said, getting their attention back on her. "Have either of you worked out approximately when this baby is actually due?"
Harry and Draco glanced at each other, before looking back to the nurse and shaking their heads. It was quite clear from their expressions that they were both a little surprised at themselves for not having thought to do this for themselves; it was a pretty huge milestone in their not so distant future after all.
"Not to worry," she assured them both quickly, pulling out both a piece of parchment and her wand. "Okay, so given the conception was in the second week of November," she said, seemingly talking mainly to herself as she tapped her wand on a piece of parchment, seemingly making some quick calculations, "your child is due... at the end of July or perhaps the beginning of August."
"Well on the plus side at least we will still be able to finish sixth year before the baby is born," Harry pointed out, though it was strange to think that they would be parents early next summer.
"And at least this isn't our N.E.W.T. year," Draco added, looking profoundly relieved by that. "I think I might have killed you if I had had to sit my N.E.W.T.s whilst eight months pregnant," the blond told him.
Harry nodded in agreement, but a pensive frown began to form on his face a moment later as he tried to imagine what their life would be like after their child was born."What are we going to do next year, Draco?" he asked worriedly. "We'll have a one month old baby when term starts; how are we going to manage?"
"That is a conversation I would suggest you both need to have with Professor Dumbledore," Madam Pomfrey said, interrupting before Draco had a chance to respond; she was glad that they were thinking about and discuss such matters, but she had a medical wing to run and was not the person to help them with it. "For now though, I suggest you both go and have breakfast," she told them, getting out of her seat to encourage them out of office.
The two teenagers got the message and so, with thanks, they left the nurse to her business. "Don't forget to read the book I gave you," the nurse called after them, as they left her office, and the two of them turned to look back at her with a smile.
"What are we going to do about next year, Harry?" Draco asked nervously, taking Harry's hand as they headed out of the medical wing.
"I don't know, Draco," Harry admitted, not sure that they could juggle being parents and studying for their N.E.W.T.s, "but we will work something out. If we have to, one of us will just have to put off studying for a year. We will talk to Dumbledore about it later, okay?" Harry suggested, hoping that the headmaster would have a few ideas about what to do.
"Okay," Draco agreed with a sigh, glad they at least had some time to figure this out before it was going to become a problem. He chuckled a little embarrassedly, pressing a hand to his belly as his stomach rumbled loudly.
"But right now," Harry said, laughing a little, "I think we need to get you some breakfast."
-#-
Snape was sat in his usual seat at the teacher's table in the Great Hall, eating his breakfast and ignoring the various students also in the room; it was too early to be dealing with children. He frowned as his breakfast was interrupted by an owl dropping a note in front of him and quickly recognised the headmaster's handwriting; he rather thought it was too early to be dealing with meddlesome headmasters too, but with a resigned sigh, picked the letter up and opened it anyway.
He read it over, showing no sign of a reaction to what the letter said; he knew that he could never be certain who was watching when in a room with so many people. As he reached the end of it, he folded it and slid it into a pocket inside the breast pocket of his robes as he got up from his seat and headed down the length of the Slytherin table.
"Mr Malfoy," Snape said quietly, leaning down and speaking close to Draco's ear so that no-one else would be able to overhear. "Your mother is currently in the Headmaster's office; come with me."
Draco quickly downed the rest of his goblet of juice without even turning to look at his Head of House and got up from his seat. Pansy, who was sat next to him, and Blaise, who was on the other side of the table, both gave him questioning looks, which he just answered with a reassuring smile. Neither of them seemed too worried about him, probably because he was going with Snape.
As Draco followed the potions master, he looked over to the Gryffindor table where Hermione caught his eye and nudged Harry. Green eyes looked up, meeting Draco's, watching the blond following Snape from the hall; Draco waved a hand to indicate that Harry should follow them.
"What's going on?" Harry asked his boyfriend, having had to jog to catch up with Draco and Snape in the Entrance Hall, the potions master leading the way, a few steps ahead of them.
"My mother is in Dumbledore's office," Draco explained quietly as they followed the potions master up the stairs. He reached out and took Harry's hand in his own, glad to have him there for support.
"That's great," Harry said enthusiastically, smiling broadly at the news that Narcissa Malfoy had managed to get away from Voldemort safely. However, his smile faltered slightly when he realised they were about to have to explain a whole lot to the woman. "Should I be nervous?" he asked, tightening his hold on the smaller hand in his own.
"Honestly, I'm not sure," Draco confessed, walking a bit closer to Harry than before. "But I know I am," he said in a quiet voice, looking up at Harry with wide grey eyes. He tucked himself into the dominant's side, Harry's fingers brushing lightly against purple feathers as he wrapped an arm around Draco's shoulders and held him close.
"What have you got to be nervous about?" Harry asked softly, a small confused frown on his face. Draco looking to him for comfort was fairly normal since they had come into their inheritances, but the blond wasn't usually quite so obvious about it. "You're her son, I am sure she will just be pleased to see you," he told Draco confidently.
"I am also Lucius' son, and you saw how well he reacted to just my wings," Draco pointed out. The words were so softly spoken that Harry was barely able to hear them, and he could see the pain that truth caused, in Draco's eyes.
Harry gave his mate a wry and almost apologetic smile. "Okay, that is a fair point," he conceded. "But she isn't your father," he went on before Draco could work himself up into a state, "and no matter what, I'm not going anywhere," he promised. Harry pressed a kiss to the top of Draco's head; he couldn't guarantee how Narcissa would react, but he could at least offer his boyfriend that much.
"Thank you," Draco said earnestly, grateful for Harry's reassurance. He hated that he was feeling anxious and vulnerable like he did now, but he consoled himself that he had often felt fear and had always got through it before; and that was before he had his own personal, recklessly brave Gryffindor at his side.
"Besides," Harry added, grinning a little, "Snape will be there to sneer at her if she gets too bad," he said, speaking just loud enough to be sure that the professor heard him.
Snape turned to look at the pair of them over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing into a glare directed primarily at Harry.
"See, look, he's practicing already," Harry said with a chuckle and a grin.
Draco laughed and shook his head at Harry's silliness and gave his boyfriend a small teasing shove; he didn't really thinking that winding up Snape was particularly wise, but thankfully it seemed the potions master wasn't taking it too badly. Draco smiled as Snape simply narrowed his eyes further before turning back to look where he was going, pointedly ignoring the two boys following him.
They walked in silence the rest of the way, until they reached the Gargoyle protecting the headmaster's office. "Acid Pops," Snape said with disdain, giving the Gargoyle the password and causing it to shift, revealing the staircase up to the office.
"Severus... what is...?" Narcissa started to ask, but stopped mid-sentence when she caught sight of the two boys entering behind the potions master.
"Mother," Draco greeted happily, glad to see her safe and well, but nervously not moving from his spot next to Harry near the door. He felt like he had already lost one parent and he wasn't sure he could face rejection from his mother as well.
"Draco, oh thank goodness," Narcissa said, his attention fixed entirely on her son as she held her arms out towards him. For a moment Draco hesitated, but then he stepped around Snape and wrapped his arms around her, as she embraced him in her arms.
"Draco, dear," she said a few moments later, as she pulled back from the hug but kept her hands on her son's arms, as looked at him closely. "Why do you have wings?" she asked in a tense but calm voice.
"That, Narcissa," Snape said before Draco had a chance to answer, "is rather the central point of why I asked you to come here. There is much to be discussed," Snape told her. Narcissa turned to face the potions master with a stern gaze that demanded answers, though she kept her gentle hold on her son's arms.
"Perhaps we should all have a seat," Dumbledore offered as he summoned four chairs in front of his desk. Severus and Harry quickly sat themselves in the chairs on each end, Draco taking the one next to Harry and Narcissa sat herself between her son and the potions master.
"Draco, what is going on?"Narcissa asked firmly when nobody started explaining. She was growing increasingly worried the longer they were avoiding telling her anything.
"Have you ever heard of Erotes?" he asked her, whilst staring at the floor in front of him. He hoped that she might know at least the basics of the legend as then he might not have to explain quite as much.
Narcissa was watching her son closely when she spoke. "Of course, but they're a myth; what does....?" Her eyes moved over her son, taking in his long hair and wings. "Not a myth?" she managed to ask after a few moments.
"Not a myth," Snape confirmed when neither Harry nor Draco said anything; Dumbledore seemed quite content to sit and watch the conversation unfold for the moment.
"And you, Mr Potter... " Narcissa said, gesturing in Harry's direction, "... are here because you're..."
"Bonded to Draco, yes," Harry finished for her with a firm nod. He reached out and gently grasped Draco's hand, making a point of looking Narcissa in the eye in his determination to be supportive to hi s boyfriend.
"I don't understand," Narcissa said, looking between the two teenagers in shock and sounding slightly faint. "How can this be?" she asked, looking to Snape and then the headmaster.
"It seems that on his sixteenth birthday Draco came into his inheritance as an Erote," Dumbledore told her when no-one else seemed to want to explain, his fingers knitted together as he leaned forwards on his desk. “Now, I don't know how much you know but..."
"I thought the legends said that Erotes only came into their inheritance when a submissive called to them," Narcissa said, looking back to her son with her confusion written plainly on her face.
"That is true, all dominant Erotes come into their inheritance when called..." Dumbledore tried again to explain.
"And Draco is a submissive..." Narcissa said with a small sigh of realisation at what she was being told. Now that she had said it and as she looked between the two teenagers, it seemed suddenly so obvious, and not just because of the size difference between them but also in how Potter was clearly so protective of her son.
The room was heavy with the tension of them waiting for Narcissa to speak, for any indication of how she was going to react to such news. Draco looked up at her slowly, hesitantly, and the fear in his eyes almost broke her heart.
"Does your father know?" she asked sure that Lucius would not react at all well to such news about his only son and heir.
"That is a somewhat.... complicated issue, Narcissa," Snape told her, and she turned to him with an expression that demanded answers. "Issues which I will explain," he added hastily "but there is something else you should probably understand about Harry and Draco's bond before we move on," Snape told her, turning all their attention back to the two boys.
"Draco?" Narcissa prompted, seeing her son's continued anxiety.
"Well," he said, clearly trying to find his courage, "with Erote bondings, like you said, a submissive calls for a dominant." This much she already knew, so Narcissa simply nodded, and gestured for him to continue. "When that dominant finds the submissive... well..." Draco trailed off uncomfortably, praying he wouldn't have to say anything more.
"Well..." Narcissa said, continuing to look at him expectedly but, when her eyes flickered to Harry and noticed the blush on his face, something clicked into place. "Oh," she said with wide-eyed realisation. "I am unclear as to why such information needed to be shared with me, however," she said primly; such intimate matters were not something that she had been raised to discuss.
"I'm pregnant," Draco blurted out suddenly, his pale cheeks becoming flushed. He hadn't meant to blurt it out like that but he hadn't wanted her to think that he had been discussing such things for no reason.
"Excuse me?" Narcissa asked; she was staring at her son in disbelief. Surely she had misheard him; she knew that male pregnancies were possible and happened occasionally, but almost always with the aid of complex potions and spells; not to mention that Draco was only sixteen years old, far too young for such things.
"All successful Erote bondings result in a pregnancy," Draco explained, wanting to make it clear that this wasn't something that either he or Harry had chosen, that they had had no say in the matter at all really. "It is something about creating an unbreakable bond."
Narcissa didn't miss the fond smiles that Draco and Harry shared at those words. She felt conflicted; they were living in dangerous times and her son was now bound to the very boy who was in the centre of it all. And apparently they were to bring their own child into the world, a child whose other parent had a muggle born mother.
It was not what she had wanted for her son, and yet, the way that Draco looked at Harry Potter spoke volumes; she could tell that Draco was happy and, more than anything in this world, Narcissa Malfoy wanted her son to be safe and happy.
She was not sure how long she sat there staring at her sixteen year old son, whilst he watched her apprehensively but when he started to look away sadly, turning towards Potter in search of comfort, she realised she could no longer remain silent, and so spoke up. "It will be okay, Draco," Narcissa said confidently, as she reached out and took his free hand in hers; the other remained firmly in Harry's. The smile Draco gave her then was priceless to her. "Are you happy?" she asked.
Draco's eyes again flicked to Harry. "More than I thought I could be," he told her, his smile turning into a smirk. "Especially considering I got stuck with the epitome of Gryffindors."
"Cheeky sod," Harry remarked affectionately, kissing the back of the hand held in his.
"Well then you have my support, Draco," Narcissa informed him, hoping that she was not going to come to regret it; there was a part of her that wanted to drag her son from the school and take him to Paris with her, hide him away there. However, she knew that would be for naught; he would still be bonded to Potter and pregnant with his mate's child, only without the protection of his dominant. "I just want you safe and happy," Narcissa informed him.
In a rather uncharacteristic display of relief and gratitude, Draco practically threw himself at his mother, tears in his eyes as he held onto her as though his life depended on it. The other occupants of the room stayed silent, allowing them their moment and a few minutes later the blond sat back down, looking somewhat embarrassed at his display of affection.
"Can we just put that down to unstable pregnancy hormones?" he requested with a nervous, self-deprecating chuckle.
"Of course," Harry told him, glaring at the others as if daring them to contradict him.
"So, tell me, Draco, how far along are you?" Narcissa asked, not wanting to dwell on their moment any more than Draco did.
"Only about a month," Draco told her, hand resting on his still flat belly. It felt as though time had been moving strangely; the last month had passed quickly, but at the same time it felt as though he had Harry had been together for much longer and the time before that fateful night felt like a lifetime ago.
"So that means..." Narcissa said, pausing to do a quick calculation in her head, "... late July?"
Draco nodded in confirmation. "Or maybe the start of August," he added thinking back to what Madam Pomfrey had told them earlier that morning. "The start of the summer anyway."
"Well, do not worry; I shall be there to help, if at all possible," Narcissa promised. "After all, I wish to be one of the first to meet my grandchild. Though I must ask, what about your studies next year? How do you intend to complete your N.E.W.T.s with a small baby to take care of?"
"Admittedly, we haven't quite worked out all the details yet," Harry confessed, wishing that they had thought to discuss it sooner so that he might have been able to give Narcissa a real answer. "We were saying just this morning that we needed to speak with Professor Dumbledore about that," he added, glancing to the headmaster.
"Of course, boys, we will find some time soon to formulate a plan of sorts," Dumbledore told them with his usual twinkle in his eye. "Do not let this worry you, for I am confident that we will figure out a suitable solution."
"And what of your father, Draco?" Narcissa asked sadly, keen to get the answers she had been promised. "We both know that you will be unable to return home now; you know the danger that waits there," she said, though the cryptic words were unnecessary as they all knew exactly of whom she spoke. "Lucius will not take this news well. Am I to assume that that is the reason why you never told us of your inheritance, and why you so adamantly refused everything he asked of you?"
Draco nodded. "This changes everything, Mother, I know you can see that," he told her, beseeching her to understand why he had defied his father when he had been raised to be obedient. "And you are correct, he did not take it at all well," he added sadly.
Narcissa's eyes widened. "So he does know?" she queried wondering how it was that Lucius had been informed before she had.
"Not about the pregnancy," Draco told her, "and perhaps not even exactly what I am, but he knows I am changed and that I am with Harry. Father was still hoping I would change my mind; though I suppose that simply explaining that he couldn't get his own son to act for the cause wasn't an option," Draco said sadly, realising that his father hadn't had many options either.
"He warned me that he was going to come here, to Hogwarts," Draco went on, "to fetch me from school and bring me into line. That was why we warned you to get away from him, from the Manor; whatever was going to happen when he arrived here was always going to leave you in a dangerous position."
"Thank you for that," Narcissa told him fondly, smiling at him kindly. "So he came here, you have seen him, spoken with him?" she asked, encouraging her son to keep going; she needed to know what had happened, so that she could act accordingly, because Draco was right; this changed everything.
"He turned up a few days ago," Draco told her, as he reached for Harry's hand without even seeming to notice that he had done so. "He was angry, of course, and that only got worse when he saw my wings. He doesn't even know about the baby and he already hates me." Draco shook his head sadly as he told her this, not really wanting to admit how much that hurt.
"He figured out pretty quickly that me and Harry are together," the blond went on, stubbornly determined to get through this story without his hormones getting the better of him. "It was hard to miss when Harry practically dropped out of the sky, wings and wand out, every bit the pissed-off dominant," Draco explained, chuckling at the memory; Harry really had looked like a force to be reckoned with.
"What did you do to my husband?" Narcissa asked, narrowing her eyes at Harry.
"Actually, Narcissa, Potter didn't actually do anything to Lucius," Snape told her with a scowl, as if Harry's lack of involvement was deliberately done, just to deny him the joy of watching Narcissa's fury.
"I'm sorry, mother," Draco said, turning her attention back to him once more. "He was saying such terrible things, about me being with another guy, about me being with Harry, and he was hurting me, holding me so tight, and he wouldn't let go..." Draco rambled.
"What did you do?" Narcissa asked, her voice soft and almost slightly fearful; she was unused to seeing her son quite so nervous and was worried what he could have done to make him act so guilty.
"I might have made him fall in love with Professor Snape," Draco mumbled under his breath.
Narcissa stared at her son for a moment, as the words sunk in, but, a second later, she almost howled with laughter; Draco watched her with slight alarm, his mother's normally dignified manner thrown out the window as she threw her head back and gave a loud and genuine laugh, amusement dancing in her eyes.
"Glad this amuses you so, Narcissa," Snape sneered sarcastically, his expression stern and emotionless.
"Severus, I imagine that, despite appearances, you are quite delighted," Narcissa said with a knowing smirk that looked remarkably like the one that Draco was trying to hide. "After all, it was always something of an open secret that you envied my place at his side." She winked at the potions master before turning her attention back to her son. "As much as this amuses me, I must ask how you managed to achieve such a thing."
"Oh, it is an Erote thing," Draco explained, clearly more comfortable now his mother's mood had proved to be so buoyant. "I can use my wings to make anyone who touches them fall in love; I am fairly sure it is supposed to be temporary but I might have been a bit to forceful, given that the effect has yet to wear off and father does seem rather obsessed still."
Draco gave an half-heartedly apologetic shrug as he said this.
"It's okay, Draco," Narcissa assured him. "You know that I care a great deal for your father but I am sure that it will be no surprise to you, when I say our marriage has been far from right for either of us, for some time. I assume you have Lucius somewhere secure?" she asked, knowing that her husband would likely seek out revenge when or if Draco's magic wore off.
"I have been taking care of him in the dungeons," Snape informed her bluntly. "NOT in that way, thank you, Narcissa," he added with exasperation, when she raised her eyebrows in surprise.
"Well don't hold back for my sake, Severus," Narcissa told him. "I was going to suggest that whilst Lucius is in such a co-operative state that now might be an opportune time to finally put an end to our marriage," she suggested, watching Draco closely for a reaction as she spoke.
"If it is what you want, mother, then that is fine with me," Draco told her with a genuine smile; he just wanted her to be happy, though he did appreciate that she had wanted to make sure that it was okay with him. "I believe Adrien will also be in favour of that," he added, a little smugly.
"You know...?" Narcissa asked, shock in her voice. She had thought that she had been discreet with her lover, but apparently she had not succeeded as much as she had believed.
"Yes, of course," Draco informed her, though he was still smiling. "You are not nearly as good at sneaking around as you think you are and, for what it is worth, I believe father has at least suspected for some time."
"Well I suppose this is for the best for everyone then," Narcissa said with a sigh. If Lucius suspected and had done nothing to stop her from seeing Adrien, then surely he knew that their marriage was over as much as she did.
"You do not have to do this, Narcissa., Snape reminded her. He remembered well how in love the two of them had been in their youth and didn't want her to truly end it with Lucius unless she was sure that was truly what she desired.
"I want to, Severus," she assured him. "Do not get me wrong, I am sad for the ending of an era of my life, but not for the end of my marriage." She smiled softly at him, before turning to the headmaster. "Professor Dumbledore, would you be so kind as to assist with my divorce?"
"Of course, Narcissa," the headmaster agreed. "Shall we head to the dungeons?" Dumbledore stood, the others following suit.
"Draco, I really am very glad to see you so well and happy," Narcissa told him earnestly, embracing her son in her arms. "However," she went on, holding him at arm's length and meeting his eye, "I do not wish you to be witness to me and your father getting divorced..."
"It's okay, mother," Draco said, nodding his understanding. "Harry and I should probably go to class anyway," he pointed out. "I believe we are already late." Draco paused, trying to work out how to voice his concerns, his fears. "You are going to go back to Paris and stay safe right?" he asked quietly after a few moments, aware of the supportive presence of Harry close by at his shoulder.
Narcissa gave him a small nod of her head. "Do not worry about me, Draco, I will stay safe," she told him. "I promise," she added when he continued to look at her with sad, fearful eyes. "I only ask that you focus on keeping yourself and your young family safe too," she told him firmly before turning to Harry. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr Potter."
"It's Harry, and it really was lovely to meet you too, Mrs Malfoy," Harry said politely.
"Well given that I will soon no longer be Mrs Malfoy, Harry," she said with a kind smile, "and that we are now practically family, you may call me Narcissa."
"Of course," Harry agreed. "Thank you... Narcissa."
Draco threaded his fingers with Harry's as they all headed for the door out of the office, leaning into his mate's side; he couldn't help the pure relief he felt at the meeting having gone so well.
"Take care of him, Harry," Narcissa requested quickly as the two groups headed off in different directions, Dumbledore, Snape and Narcissa towards the dungeons, and Harry and Draco towards their next class.
Harry turned and smiled at her. "Always," he promised, before turning to smile at Draco. "Always."

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Unneeded - Lucius wouldn't have known not to touch the wings because he has no idea what Draco actually is. He has definitely learned not to touch them the hard way though.
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