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Bad Faith	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10782 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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“Draco, I want to talk about where we stand.” Harry said, running his fingers through Draco’s hair. They’d just gotten back from the Masquerade, and Harry was still riding high from the experience. He’d finally gotten good at dancing, with Draco leading him.
Draco smiled. “Mm. Do you want to move the wedding up? I have it almost ready now.” He responded.
Harry smiled happily. “Would you be willing to have a Christmas wedding?” He asked excitedly.
“I’d be very pregnant.” Draco warned. “Remember, I’m due in January.”
Harry snorted. “You’ll be beautiful no matter HOW far along you are. And besides, I love the eskimo look on you." He joked, waggling his eyebrows.
Draco smirked. "Fine, then." He gave Harry a quick once-over. "Hm... I want to swallow you whole." He decided, nearly laughing when Harry's hand froze in his hair and the brunette stopped breathing.
"Really?" He finally asked, breathlessly.
Draco chuckled, undoing Harry's buckle.
*****
Thirty seconds later...

Draco knelt on the couch, holding onto the top of the back, as Harry stood, quickly dropping to his own knees. He hissed as Harry's tongue slid into him, wasting no time. "Merlin, Harry, yes! Oh, I love it when you fuck me with your tongue!"
Harry growled, standing and positioning himself at Harry's entrance. "Hold on, Draco. I'm going to go in fast. Think you can handle it?"
"I can take anything you can dish out, Golden Boy." Draco sneered playfully, then whispered. "So ram that big cock into me as far as it will go, okay?"
Harry groaned when his cock slid quickly into that warm wetness, hearing the pleasured cries and purrs coming from Draco.
"Harder, damn you! I want to feel you all the way in my throat!"
"EXCUSE ME?!"
Harry and Draco froze at the angry bellow coming from their door.
"You didn't lock it when we got back from the masquerade, Draco." Harry said softly.
"I apparently forgot." Draco agreed.
They turned to stare wide-eyed at the open door and the livid man framed by the doorway.
Harry said a quick prayer for a fast and relatively painless death.
Lucius Malfoy's face was a deep red, his eyes narrowed, nostrils flared, lips pinched together tightly. To put it simply...
Lucius Abraxas Malfoy was going to commit murder.
Draco watched in horror as his father pulled his wand. In a lightning-fast movement (at least for someone pregnant), Draco had shoved Harry off of him, onto the floor, and covered the brunette with his own body, laying face-down atop the other teen, facing his father over Harry's prone body. "Father, if you hurt him, I swear I will renounce the Malfoy name, take my children and flee to America with them. You will never see them or me again. Think before you act in anger. I know you could see that I was a very willing participant." He said calmly, his eyes the only part of him showing his panicked state.
Lucius drew a deep breath. "Draco, I came here to tell you that I have accepted this union, RELUCTANTLY, I MIGHT ADD, only to witness HIM," He flicked his wand at Harry's face briefly, "Utterly DEBASING my ONLY CHILD!" He roared. "Tell me," His voice was a venomous whisper now, "How am I supposed to act?"
Harry gulped, then said quietly, “You could be happy that Draco found someone who loves him enough to let him top from the bottom.”
Draco giggled. “Harry, that’s inappropriate!” He said, horrified that it had made him laugh.
Lucius sighed. “I see. As I already stated, I am accepting the union and any resulting children. The next time you step foot into Malfoy Manor, Draco, it will be yours. The Master Suite will be ready for you and your husband, and Narcissa and I will have already moved to France. I will be adding your husband to the family tree as my last act of Head of the Malfoy family. You are ready, it seems, to take my place.”
Draco drew in a deep breath, raising himself off of Harry’s chest to stare at his father in shock. “Already?” He asked.
“You are of age, and your mother and I want some time to enjoy ourselves before we have grandchildren making headlines.” He said, smiling. “And we are both proud of the man you have become.” He glanced at Harry. “Regardless of your taste in lovers.”
Draco smiled as his father turned and left, shutting the door behind himself. “Wow. Head of the family.” He turned bright red. “Oh, Merlin, I was naked the entire time!”
“I know.” Harry said, grinning as he reached out and stroked Draco’s cock.
“Stop it! Oh, how humiliating!”
*****
Dec.5^th (in a back room at Madame Malkin’s)…

“Draco!” Harry yelled, scandalized, “I can’t wear THIS! I’m a Gryffindor! These are SLYTHERIN colors!” He whined, tugging at his robes.
Draco’s voice answered from behind him. “Well, Love,” He sneered, “If you bothered to turn around, you’d realize that I’m not exactly wearing MY house colors, either.”
Harry turned--and had to quickly swallow gallons of excess saliva. Draco looked GORGEOUS. His wedding robes were blood-red, with gold around the cuffs and neckline, and gold runes for happiness, fertility, and fidelity running around the bottom border. “You sexy beast.” He said, wanting to jump off the stool he was standing on and sexpounce the Slytherin.
Draco smirked and--
“Ohgod!” Harry groaned, that seductively sweet scent washing over him.
Draco looked at the witches working on their robes. “Could you give us about fifteen minutes? I’d like to talk to my fiancé alone.”
The older witch, who was about forty, smiled. “Be quick. Not TOO quick, of course. And use silencing charms.” She said, pulling the younger witch out of the room with her.
Harry blushed as Draco locked the door and put up a silencing spell.
Draco raised an eyebrow. “Come and get me.” He challenged, stepping off his stool.
Harry needed no further prodding. He stood and rushed Draco, mauling him with hands and mouth.
Draco’s purrs started out, causing Harry to shiver as the sound caused his cock to harden almost painfully.
Draco gasped and leaned his head to the side as Harry licked and sucked at his pulse point, fangs scraping erotically against his skin.
“Robes up, on your knees, elbows on the stool.” Harry whispered in a commanding, husky voice.
Draco shivered, nodding as he assumed the position, flipping his robes up over his ass, shoving his boxers off.
Harry watched Draco’s ass wiggle as he shimmied his boxers off, pulling his own off. He stepped up behind Draco, kneeling and grabbing his hips in both hands.
Draco moaned as he felt the cleaning and lubricating charms being cast. Suddenly, Harry was there, no preparation, the slow burn and stretch of that thick length forcing him open.
Harry pushed into Draco slowly, letting him adjust to every inch.
Draco keened, arching his back and pushing back on Harry. “More!” He moaned, when Harry grabbed his hips to slow him.
“Careful.” Harry warned. “You wouldn’t want me to just slam this into you and tear you open, would you?” He asked, then thrust home.
Draco howled, screaming his pleasure almost loud enough to get through the silencing charms, his purrs ringing in his own ears.
Harry chuckled. “Okay, let’s make this first quickie a good one.” He grasped Draco’s hips firmly and began pistoning into Draco. He’s use Draco’s hips to pull the blond onto his cock roughly, then he’d push him off and repeat.
Draco gasped and tensed at a particularly harsh thrust, when the twins began kicking his ribs and bladder.
Harry stilled. “What?” He asked worriedly.
Draco sighed. “You woke the babies.” He said, sounding annoyed.
Harry laughed, reaching around Draco to rest his hand over Draco’s distended abdomen. “Alright, you two—AND Draco, of course—hold onto your butts.” He began thrusting again, faster and harder than before.
Draco was squeaking with every thrust, unable to get a good breath with Harry repeatedly battering his prostate. Finally, he shuddered, coming in thick spurts.
Harry groaned as Draco’s inner muscles clamped down on him. He leaned down over Draco, his hand still cradling Draco’s stomach, and sunk his fangs into his mate, coming with a low growl.
Draco sighed, his whole body seeming to liquefy as his purring tapered off.
Harry fell onto his side, giggling breathily. “I need a cigarette.” He said, then snorted, breaking into another round of giggles.
Draco snorted, casting cleaning charms and pulling his boxers back on. “Come on, get up. We need to finish alterations and all that rot.”
Harry groaned. “When we get back to Hogwarts-”
“No. We can’t. Father will be there, waiting for us. We’re going to the Manor early. He wants me there in case the babies come early. It’s very common in multiple pregnancies, you know. And for Malfoy pregnancies. So he’s worried, with good reason.” Draco said softly.
“And when were you going to tell me?”
Draco stiffened at the cold tone, turning around to see that Harry had his fists clenched at his sides, staring at him with a blank face. “Tell you WHAT, exactly? That I could, potentially, give birth a few weeks early, putting both me and our children at great risk? I’m sorry, but would it REALLY have changed anything if I had?”
Harry sighed, then shook his head. “No, I suppose not. I love you, Draco.”
“Then let’s get this done and get hitched, shall we?”
*****
“I hate your father.”
“Me, too.”
Harry turned to bury his face in Draco’s chest. “If I kill him, will you help me hide the body?”
Draco waved a negligent hand, the other combing through Harry’s silky locks. “Oh, the house-elves will take care of it.”
Harry lifted his head to look into Draco’s eyes with surprise. “They DO that?!”
“OURS do.” Draco replied smugly, opening one eye.
Harry raised his eyebrow. “HOW do you know this? Or do I even want to know?”
“Trust me, Harry, if you knew my mother, you wouldn’t even ask.”
*****
“Harry, Love, does this muumuu make my bum look big?”
Harry turned and gaped in horror. Draco was wearing a bright yellow muumuu with neon orange flowers on it. “Dear Merlin, where did you find that THING?!” He asked, afraid to hear the answer.
“Mother’s maternity closet. She kept everything she wore with me, hoping to get pregnant again.” Draco said, laughing at Harry’s face.
“Take it off, and if I ever catch you in it again, you’ll never see me naked again.” Harry snarled, turning and stomping off across the gardens. He was scarred for life, and if he ever got an erection again, he’d count himself lucky.
*****
“So, if your Father starts with the whole boy-has-to-be-heir-regardless-of-birth-order-and-girl-will-be-betrothed-at-birth thing again, CAN I kill him?” Harry asked hopefully, looking up at Draco, who was standing beside Harry.
Draco sighed, looking down to where Harry was sitting. “No. But he won’t win. I’m not letting him dictate my children’s life the way he tried to dictate mine.”
Harry smiled. “Good.” He began biting Draco’s thighs. “Hm, I’m hungry for some Draco. Lie down.”
Draco lay on his bed, curled up on his side.
Harry chuckled. “Think fetal position keeps you safe? I can still rim you like this.”
*****
“Oh, MERLIN, HARRY!!”
Lucius slammed his head onto his desk, wishing he was temporarily deaf. “SILENCING CHARMS!!” He roared, sighing in relief when right in the middle of a long scream, the house fell silent again. “Good Lord. I’m going to be sick.”
*****
“Are you ready to be married? We’re going to Moonrun Manor for our honeymoon, and Pans and Blaise will be arriving there in a few days.” Draco asked, playing with Harry’s nipples.
“I suppose. What’s it like there?”
Draco smiled. “Beautiful. There’s Moonrun Manor itself, which is a Manor not QUITE as big as Malfoy Manor, there’s a nursery for our children, a playroom, and a sunroom that I like to lounge in, a swimming pool and a hot tub, I had those added in when I was ten, because Mother let me, it’s right on the edge of a forest that has unicorns and centaurs in it, but the centaurs are friendly, and there are a few wolves as well, but they tend to stay away from the Manor. Oh, and there’s a Quidditch Pitch.”
Harry smirked. “Sounds like fun.”
“It is. Oh, and Blaise and Pansy will be here later tonight.”
Harry bit his lip. “I can’t believe I’ll be a married man tomorrow night. How do you think your father will react to the Weasley family in his home?”
Draco shrugged. “He’ll have to deal with it. They’ll be here..?”
“Ten. And the wedding starts at ten-thirty?”
Draco smiled happily. “Yeah. Harry James Malfoy. I like it.”
“At least this way, I can’t be called the famous Harry POTTER anymore.” Harry joked.
“Mm, no, you can’t. You’re one of us, now.” Draco purred, curling up around Harry’s side. “I love you.”
“And I’ve grown fond of you, as well.”
Draco snorted. “Prat.”
*****
Lucius and Sirius eyed each other warily. Harry poked Sirius in the back. “Aren’t we supposed to be MOVING?!” He hissed.
Sirius sighed, nodding once to Lucius and starting down the aisle.
When he and Lucius got to the gazebo, they each walked to their side, entering through the sides, Harry and Draco following behind their respective father-figures.
Sirius and Lucius stood aside, letting Draco and Harry take one last step toward each other.
Lucius took Draco’s hands, positioning them in front of Draco’s chest, palms facing outward. “Ego tribuo in tui familia meus carus filius.” He intoned, sharing a look with Draco.
Sirius took Harry’s hands and placed them against Draco’s, watching with a slight smile as Harry locked fingers with Draco instantly. “Ego tribuo in tui familia meus carus filius.” Sirius returned.
Harry smiled and spoke the ritual Draco and he had chosen, a soul-mate bonding spell that would allow them to be reborn, and yet, still find each other in the next life. “Ego tribuo in tui custodia meus amor, meus anima et meus spiritus. Ego ceptum in meus custodia idem qui est tui. Ego moris defendo tu. Ego moris alui tu. Ego erimus fidelis ad tu. Ego moris amo tantum tu insquequo finis tempus. Id copula est eternus. Nos estis unum.”
Draco repeated the words, his heart swelling with happiness.
As the crowd raised their wands, their energy building as each blessed the joining, Harry leaned in and kissed Draco, softly.
Once the energy had died down, Lucius smiled, laying a hand on Draco’s shoulder. “I am proud of you, son.” He whispered.
He took hold of Harry and Draco’s clasped hands, raised them high, and spoke: “I present Mr. and Mr. Malfoy, the new Heads of the line of Malfoy.”
The crowd erupted in cheers, and in the case of Mrs. Weasley, loud sobbing.
Harry smiled. “I love you, Draco.”
Draco smiled. “I love you, too, Harry Malfoy.”
THE END
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