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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 9; I apologise for the delay in posting this chapter, I had to do a bit of a re-think of some of it, when I finally worked out what was going to happen in chapter 10, which then meant my beta had to redo chapter 9 edits for me. So delays all round. It will NOT be long till chapter 10 I promise.
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)

Narcissa followed Severus, with the Headmaster walking aimlessly behind them, along the corridors of Hogwarts school; it was strange, as she had not really spent any time in the castle since she had completed her N.E.W.T.s over two decades earlier. Of course the place had not really changed at all and the walk from the headmaster's office towards the dungeons still felt oddly familiar.
They walked in silence; Severus had never been particularly talkative and she was glad now for the few moments to gather her thoughts. She had a lot to take in with everything she had just been told and she wanted to be clear-headed when facing Lucius. It had been less than a week since she had last seen her husband, and yet it felt much longer. Draco may have accidentally forced her hand but she found that she was not sorry for the direction her life was about to take.
Her son had been right, she was sure, when he had speculated that Adrien would not be disappointed with this turn of events; her lover had already suggested on multiple occasions that she leave Lucius. However, she had always feared losing Draco and so had refused; she had feared that she would simply be thrown out of the Malfoy family and left with no money, no place in society and denied access to her own child.
As such, she had always opted to stay in her marriage, despite it having long since lost what love there once had been between them; it had been arranged by their families, of course, and they had had to learn to care for each other, but the years and circumstance had made that fade. Now, however, she had a chance to break free from Lucius' hold on her. This was her opportunity and she was not going to let it pass her by.
When they reached Severus' quarters, the potions master mumbled the password too quietly for her to hear. Narcissa chuckled to herself; Severus was such a Slytherin to his very core, and she wasn't surprised that he wouldn't even let her, a friend of more than two decades, hear the password, not wanting to take the chance of anyone other than himself being able to enter his private quarters.
The portrait swung open and Severus politely waved Narcissa and Dumbledore inside. The rooms were dark and windowless, and the contents only became visible when the potions master lit the various torches, around the walls, with a simple wordless flick of his wand.
"Severus?" a whimpering voice called out softly and all three of them turned towards the door where the voice had come from. Severus moved forward and pulled the door open revealing the tall blond form of Lucius Malfoy, pressing himself against the bars in the doorway, which were preventing him from leaving.
"Yes, Lucius?" Severus asked, looking slightly sad at the sight of the formerly proud, stubborn man pleading like a kicked puppy.
It was then though, that Lucius seemed to realise that they were not alone, his eyes shifting from Severus' face to those of the two people behind him. "Narcissa?" Lucius queried, as if struggling to remember something important.
"Indeed," Severus confirmed wearily, a little hopeful that being around Narcissa might bring some of the true Lucius back; though he felt torn even in that desire, knowing that it would probably also be the end of the enchantment Draco had put on him. "I have brought some guests with me," he said, gesturing to Narcissa and Dumbledore, "they have business they would like to discuss with you."
Lucius' eyes were once again on the dark haired man he was currently in love with, his focus completely on Severus as the words were spoken. He neither knew, nor much cared, what business the other two people in the room had with him but it seemed that Severus wished him to speak with them and so he nodded obediently.
"Lucius?" Narcissa asked hesitantly as she stepped forward; as funny as she had found the idea of Draco making Lucius fall in love with Severus, the reality of it felt far less amusing. "You remember me, right?" she asked, wondering just how much of his mind had been affected.
He nodded once. "Of course," Lucius stated. "You are Narcissa Malfoy; we are married and have a son together. Those are not things one simply forgets," he told her bluntly, as though she was foolish for ever having doubted him.
"But you wish it wasn't so? You wish that we were not married?" Narcissa persisted, reminding herself that she soon would be free from his grasp and would no longer have to tolerate his rudeness. "You do not love me but rather fancy yourself in love with another."
Lucius frowned slightly, clearly considering this for a moment before he nodded. "I love our son but we should not be married," he agreed. "I wish to be with Severus and no other," he clarified.
Severus was unable to hold back his flinch at those words. For so long, so very long, he had hoped to hear Lucius say these things and now that the man was, it was all marred by the fact that it was due to being under Draco's Erote influence. Somehow, Severus thought that was even more painful than if the tall blond had never said it at all.
"I will grant you this, Lucius, I will agree to a divorce, " Narcissa told him; her husband looked pleased but she was not done and she was going to have this divorce happen her way. "We will be divorced today, but I will be given enough money and property to remain well kept for the rest of my life."
Lucius nodded curtly; that was a small price to pay to be free from his marriage and, in truth, it would barely dent his coffers to meet such a demand. Of course, it was not much of a surprise to him when Narcissa went on.
"You will not speak badly of me in regards to our separation," she told him sternly. "I will not have you telling people that this was my fault or that I was a bad wife; if they ask, you left me due to your own desire to lie with men," Narcissa told him with a smirk, slightly surprised when Lucius didn't hesitate to nod in agreement once more.
Behind them Dumbledore could be heard to be creating the divorce documents they would require, adding the conditions that were being discussed. Narcissa privately thought that Lucius might come to regret his agreement to that particular condition, but that was no longer her problem.
"And one final thing," Narcissa said, stiffening her resolve; this was the thing that concerned her most. "You will never keep me from Draco, or any of Draco's family; he will remain legally my son, and his children, legally my grandchildren."
Lucius did hesitate this time, taking his time to consider his soon to be ex-wife's demand. Draco was his heir, his only child. Of course he was not happy that the boy was deformed, with the strange addition and yet to be explained addition of his wings, but Draco was of his blood, was his family's legacy; he would not have some ex-wife destroy or even damage that simply because the boy had grown in her womb.
"I will agree as long as Draco retains the Malfoy name," Lucius snarled after a few minutes, realising this was a make or break point for the woman before him. He could agree to her terms as long as his legacy was not destroyed in the process.
"I will not change him from a Malfoy," Narcissa promised, and Lucius definitely looked somewhat relieved at this. "However," she added, a stern expression on her face, "I will not have a clause that prevents him changing it of his own will."
Lucius furrowed his brow. "Why would Draco choose to change his name?" he demanded to know, narrowing his eyes at Narcissa in suspicion. "I will not have you turn my son and heir against me, woman," he snarled angrily, pressing himself more firmly against the bars which restrained him.
"I will do no such thing," Narcissa reassured him, schooling her expression emotionless and blank; she was determined to hold back the smirk she felt at knowing more about her son's present relationship than her soon to be ex-husband. Lucius was far from the only Slytherin in their family, and she too relished the feeling of power and control. "I simply meant that should our son choose to marry another and take their name, then I will not have anything in our divorce papers which prevents him from making that choice for himself," Narcissa clarified.
"Potter," Lucius snarled under his breath. "I will not see my son married to that half-blooded brat," he stated firmly, looking livid at the very idea.
Draco had said told Narcissa that Lucius was aware of his relationship with Harry, so it was not too much of a surprise to her that her soon to be ex-husband had caught the implication behind her words; though it seemed that he remained unaware that the two of them were actually bonded, given his shock at the suggestion of them having a future together.
"You will have no say in the matter," Narcissa retorted confidently. "Our son got his determination to get whatever he wants from both sides of the family. I am sure he will come and explain the... situation... to you at some point soon," she told him smugly, knowing how much Lucius hated to be kept in the dark on anything.
Lucius' eyes narrowed in anger, but Narcissa remained composed, and so his gaze drifted to the other two occupants of the room. "You know what is going on," he stated, seeing both Severus and Dumbledore watching him curiously. "Severus, you know what has happened to Draco?" he asked, a degree of desperation in his voice. "Severus, please; I have to know."
"In time, Lucius," Severus said, his voice calm and collected. "As Narcissa said, Draco will tell you when he is ready. But first we must deal with the matter of your divorce," he said, keen to get the conversation back on track; he could feel a coil of tension in his gut at the anticipation of the man he loved being almost legally available, though he kept it carefully hidden behind his usual facade. "Do you accept Narcissa's terms?" he asked.
Lucius frowned, not liking that he was being denied the truth about his son, but keen to be done with his marriage. "Very well," Lucius said with a nod of his head, as he turned back to Narcissa, "I agree to your terms."
Narcissa smiled, genuinely pleased and relieved. "Thank you," she said earnestly. "You might not believe me, or even care, but I want you to know that I do not regret marrying you," she told him. "Even if only for you giving me our Draco." Lucius gave a pompous huff of acknowledgement but said nothing more.
"If you will just sign here," Dumbledore requested a few seconds later, as he finished creating the legal documents they needed. He held out a quill to Narcissa when she turned to look at him, which she promptly took, signing where the headmaster instructed. She and Severus watched eagerly as Dumbledore instructed Lucius to do the same.
And then it was done; she was legally Narcissa Black once more, a free woman to be with whoever she so chose. She smiled at Severus, who seemed to be thinking far too hard; she could see the self-doubt and confusion in his eyes even though his face showed nothing.
Narcissa pulled the potions master into a hug and felt him stiffen at the sudden embrace. "Do not miss your chance," she told him sternly, her voice quiet as she spoke only for him. "Lucius is a stubborn man and will never confess to feelings he has always been taught were forbidden." And with that said, she pulled away and smiled at Severus again. "Be brave, Severus," she told him, taking his hand in hers and gently patting the back of it, "do not deny yourself what you want when it is quite literally asking to be taken."
Severus felt rooted to the spot, and rather lost for words as Narcissa released her gentle hold on his hand. He had still not managed to find his voice when Narcissa Black, smug expression firmly in place, turned and quickly left the room.
'Be brave,' he scoffed to himself over her words; he was not some reckless Gryffindor. However, the temptation was right there and he couldn't help but sigh as he glanced at the imprisoned blond man, who he had wanted for far too long.
"I shall leave you to your thoughts, Severus," Dumbledore said a moment later, "though, for what it is worth, I believe Narcissa's point has a good deal of merit, and you would do well to give it serious consideration. After all, it does not do to only dream when we have the option to truly live," Dumbledore told him with annoyingly knowing and twinkly eyes.
Severus nodded curtly. "Goodnight, headmaster," he said a little stiffly, not entirely appreciating the impertinence of the man's meddling, and he was quite glad when Dumbledore took his leave. Though this meant that once again he was left alone with Lucius Malfoy; He looked back towards the barred room and watched as those grey eyes begged him silently for attention.
'I am so doomed,' Severus thought to himself as he closed his eyes and simultaneously praised and cursed the fates which had led to him having that man locked in his rooms.
-#-
"Harry, do you mind if I have a few hours in our rooms alone?" Draco asked as they were leaving their last class of the day. "I just need some time to think," he explained quickly, when Harry turned to him, not wanting his boyfriend to worry. It had been a long day after all.
"Of course," Harry agreed without hesitation, though he was frowning in concern. "If you're sure... I mean, you will tell me if there is anything I can do to help right?" he asked, needing to know that the blond wasn't going to start trying to handle everything by himself. Though, when he took half a second to think about it, he didn't think that was particularly likely; it was more Draco's style to let someone else deal with the problems for him.
"I will," Draco promised sincerely. "It's just with all that happened with my father earlier this week, everything that Madam Pomfrey told us and then seeing and talking with my mother this morning... I just need some space," he explained, leaning up and kissing Harry chastely.
"I'll ask one of the house elves to bring you some dinner in our rooms, if you'd like," Harry suggested, not wanting Draco to go without. "I'll spend the evening with the guys in Gryffindor tower," he told him, thinking that he had perhaps abandoned his friends a little too much in his determination to take proper care of Draco. "I should probably spend some time with them anyway."
Draco smiled gratefully, and Harry was glad to see the emotion of it reached his blond's eyes. "Thank you, I will see you later," Draco said, leaning in close, glad that Harry wasn't going to fuss. "Don't tell anyone but I am probably going to need a hug," the blond confided
Harry chuckled. "Sure thing, any time," he promised, leaning down to press teasing kisses to the corner of Draco's mouth. "You should know, I come with an unlimited supply of hugs," he said, a smile on his face.
Draco chuckled a little; the two of them had both really taken to just cuddling, something that neither of them would openly admit to anyone. "I just might hold you to that one day," Draco said, smirking slightly as he headed off towards the Slytherin common room.
"Is he okay?" Hermione asked as she stepped up next to Harry, watching the Slytherin boy leave.
"He will be, just had a long week," Harry told her. He too continued to watch Draco until the blond disappeared around the corner, and only then turned to smile at his friend.
"We waiting for someone?" Ron asked as he, Dean, Seamus and Neville reached them.
"Nope," Harry told them happily, as they all started up the Grand Staircase towards Gryffindor tower. It was strange not having Draco at his side but he did his best to put it from his mind. "You guys fancy an exploding snap tournament this evening?" he suggested, keen to make the most of the time with his friends.
"You sure your Slytherin doesn't need you?" Seamus asked with a teasing wink.
"Not this evening," Harry told them serious, ignoring Seamus' implications. He really didn't consider it anyone's business what he and Draco did when alone, and was happy to just let them believe whatever they wanted. "It's been way too long since I spent time with you guys," Harry said with a grin, "I am all yours for the next few hours at least," he promised.
"Great, 'cause you're so much better at spotting when Ron cheats than the rest of us," Dean told him enthusiastically. "Honestly, there is just no way he has legitimately won the last two times." Seamus nodded and hummed in agreement.
"Not my fault if you guys can't handle my skills," Ron told them smugly, a big unrepentant grin on his face that convinced Harry that Dean was right, and that caused Hermione to roll her eyes.
"Cheating isn't really a skill, Ron," Neville tried to argue as diplomatically as possible; privately he thought that Dean was right, Ron had cheated, but it wasn't like they had been able to work out how.
"It is if you don't get caught," the red-head bit back jokingly, making the others all laugh.
-#-
Draco had headed straight through the Slytherin common room, into the private rooms he shared with Harry, where he had dropped himself onto the sofa and let himself get lost in his thoughts. He was lying on his side, wings hanging off the front of the sofa, a little while later, when a pop of apparition made him jump.
He sat up quickly, his arm instinctively covering his belly, his other hand on his wand as his eyes darted around the room. He quickly spotted the small elf standing next to the coffee table, looking at him with large green eyes. "I is be bring you dinner like Mr Harry Potter be telling me to," the house elf told him happily.
"Dobby?" Draco asked, a confused frown on his face as he took in the sight of the familiar looking elf. He was more than a little surprised at seeing a house elf whom he was sure had once belonged to his father.
"Master Draco," the house elf squeaked, gave a small bow in greeting. "Dobby is most happy to be serving you again sir."
Draco stared at the elf; it seemed he was right about this having been a Malfoy elf at some point. "You work here at the school?" he asked as he inspected the large plate of food the elf had placed on the table in front of him. It looked good and he helped himself to one of the small tomatoes from on top of the salad, before turning back to the elf.
"Oh yes, Master Draco," the elf said jovially, nodding his head with enthusiasm. "Dobby is be liking working at Hogwarts, headmaster Dumbledore is being a good boss."
Draco stared at Dobby for a moment. "I'm... erm... glad," he told Dobby, though privately his main thought was that this was one weird elf.' "Thank you for dinner," he said dismissively, "you can leave."
"Of course, sir," the elf said with a deep bow, and with that Dobby disappeared.
Draco sighed, popping a second tomato in his mouth and leaning back on the sofa. He smiled; he had half expected for Harry to show up and check on him by now, and the fact that his boyfriend had simply sent him dinner instead indicated that Harry had been sincere in agreeing to give him some alone time for a few hours. Draco was grateful for his mate's understanding because he honestly did just need some time to think; everything was changing, more than Draco had ever anticipated even after he had come into his inheritance.
Sitting up and pulling the coffee table closer to himself, Draco helped himself to a few bites of pie; he hadn't really realised how hungry he was until he had started eating and made quick work of the half of it, and then the rest of the salad, following it by downing most of his goblet of juice. Feeling much more refreshed, he once again leaned back on the sofa, thinking things over.
The last few days had been one hell of an emotional rollercoaster; he supposed that the last month had been really, if he was honest about with himself, but it was the events of the last few days that were the ones that plagued him most and gave him most to think about.
It hadn't been much of a surprise that his father had reacted so badly to his wings, that man had never been a fan of anything which would make his family seem as though they were anything other than perfect pure-blooded wizards. Draco didn't share his father's insecurities about the Malfoy family heritage but he could understand the desperation to preserve the family's magical power, which was largely the crux of such views.
At least now they would be able to keep Lucius away from Voldemort and the other Death Eaters, and, for the time being, the man would probably loyally obey Professor Snape. They might even be able to keep him out of the war completely, which was the only way that Draco thought it likely that his father would actually survive it. It didn't make him feel any better about his father's rejection but it at least counted for something and meant that something good had come from the confrontation; despite everything, he still loved his father.
Draco was thinking that it might be wise to use his father's compromised state as an opportunity to explain the situation regarding the bond he and Harry now had; maybe they would even be able to discuss it rationally and calmly. Truthfully he had very little to lose by trying; worst case scenario, his father still would consider him to have betrayed and disappointed the family. Of course that would be painful but truly leave him no worse off than he already was.
Besides, he was confident that he had his mother's support, which until that morning he had thought was no sure thing. He had always believed that his mother loved him, and she had given him no reason to doubt that during their meeting; she just wanted him safe and happy, or so she had said. Granted, Harry definitely made him happy but the 'safe' remark had felt a bit like a back-handed comment.
It was making him wonder just how safe was he really. It was likely, given his father's position in Voldemort's ranks, that he would have been caught up in the Death Eater activities if he had never come into his Erote inheritance. However, everything had changed then, and it hadn't been a viable option since, even more so since he had become mated to Harry.
Draco still couldn't decide which of those two paths was the most dangerous; being a death eater or being mated to Harry. Though he definitely knew which of the two he would have chosen given the choice now; he had been so unhappy to discover what he was when he had first come into his inheritance, so it felt strange to feel glad for it now, for the life he had ended up with.
That didn't meant that he was safe though. He was bonded to, and pregnant with the child of, one of the people central to the war; Draco didn't have any doubt that Harry would protect him and the baby as best he could, but it did put him in the firing line. If, or more likely when, Voldemort and his followers found out about his current situation, it would make him a primary target; surely they would try to get to him, to get to Harry.
Draco pulled out the ribbon holding back his hair and ran his hand through his long blonde strands. He had tried cutting it a few days after he had been told he would be stuck in his Erote form for the duration of the pregnancy; however, it had been for nothing, as it had magically grown back within a couple of hours and since then he had just taken to using a small ribbon to keep it away from his face.
Draco knew that he cared about Harry a great deal, but was surprised to realise that the fears he felt for Harry's life bothered him every bit as much as his fears for his own. He logically knew that Harry would be involved in the war but he had never really allowed himself to consider what that might cost him; now he had, he realised he wasn't willing to risk his Harry for the cause.
The idea of a life without Harry was too painful to think about; and that wasn't only down to the fears that he probably wouldn't survive the pregnancy without his mate, nor that he would be left to raise their child alone. Admittedly, these were scary thoughts, but that he might have to spend the rest of his life without Harry felt surprisingly terrifying to him and made him sick to his stomach.
He didn't understand quite how he had come to care so strongly about Harry, but he felt the need to be able to hug him, to kiss him, to tell him that he loved him. 'I Love him?' Draco asked himself, the thought suddenly hitting him like a ton of bricks. He felt sceptical about his own feelings, doubts about it being too soon and it just being his fears talking flitted through his mind; and yet, there was an undeniable sensation that he also knew he was trying to talk himself out of the corner he felt he had thought himself into.
He knew that was the direction which their relationship was heading in, that they would likely end up in love with each other but it had only been a month. Draco could picture Harry's amused and patronising expression if he was to tell him just how hard and fast he had fallen for him. The blond tipped his head backwards, resting it on the back of the sofa, looking at the ceiling as if asking for divine guidance.
‘Safe and happy’. His mother's words were making him realise that that was all he really wanted as well, for himself, for Harry, for his mother, even for his father and most surely of all, for his child. He was fairly sure that the only way that was going to happen though was with Voldemort's defeat.
No doubt that crazy old coot of a headmaster had a plan, or at least some ideas; the man had once defeated Grindlewald after all and it was said he was the only one that Voldemort feared. Draco found himself curious as to what Dumbledore was intending to do; did he plan on fighting Voldemort himself? And even if Voldemort was killed, what good would it do given that he had managed to defy death once already?
Draco sighed again, rubbing his hands through his hair and over his face. His mind was buzzing with questions that had no answers and so he decided to head to bed early. Though, even as he pushed himself to his feet, he wasn't sure he would be able to sleep; however, if he was going to spend the evening torturing his own mind, he figure that he might as well be comfortable while he did so.
He left the room in almost complete darkness as he entered their bedroom. Stripping down he carefully folded his clothes as he removed them; he would never understand how Harry could just drop his clothing wherever he happened to be standing when he undressed. He pulled on a pair of comfortable, warm, black pyjama trousers before sliding under the covers, lying on his back with his wings spread out beneath him.
He simply didn't have enough information about Voldemort, or anyone's plans to fight him, to be able to form any true opinions on what should be done, nor on how to ensure his family's safety. That was something he would have to make a point of talking to Harry about, sooner rather than later. He really liked to have a good plan in place; it helped him stay in control of a situation, something he was definitely in favour of.
Draco rolled onto his side; even after a month, it felt too odd to lie on his back with his wings trapped beneath his body; it wasn't painful, just not comfortable. It had become normal for him to sleep on his side now, more often than not, curled up close to against Harry or even leaning on his chest. If that bothered Harry at all, then he hadn't said so and Draco was fairly sure he had seen his boyfriend grin happily a few times when he had moved to lie that close.
Draco let his mind wander to what Harry was likely doing and realised he had no idea what the sixth year Gryffindor boys did for fun. Maybe they were just taking the chance to have a conversation and catch up; Draco found himself curious of how much of the truth Harry could choose to share with his other friends.
-#-
"Ooh, nice try, Ron," Dean mocked with a grin on his face. "Did you forget that Harry was here and therefore your tactics..." he emphasised the word with air quotes, "...won't work?"
"My tactics are just fine," Ron insisted but was pouting none the less. He was certainly getting away with a lot less of his usual methods now that his best friend was playing with them; he wasn't exactly about to complain though, just glad to get to spend some time with Harry again.
"Says the guy who just forfeit his place in this round," Harry pointed out with a laugh. It was comfortingly familiar playing cards with the four of them, knowing that some things hadn't changed at all, and that they could share banter with each other like before.
"Yeah, yeah, fine," Ron conceded; Harry really was too good at spotting what he was trying to do.
"Another round?" Neville asked hopefully; he had been enjoying himself and wasn't really in the mood to either go to bed or face the small stack of homework he knew was waiting for him.
"We should play truth or dare," Seamus suggested with a grin, which Harry was rather worried to see was aimed mostly in his direction.
"Yeah, but with only truths." Neville added, catching on to what the Irishman was getting at; he too was keen to hear what Harry had to say for himself, now that they had managed to get their friend alone for a while.
"And where Harry is the only one playing," Dean said, laughing at both the excited expression on Seamus' face and the half-hearted scowl on Harry's.
"Very funny, guys," Harry said with fond exasperation as he rolled his eyes. "You could just ask me what it is you want to know," he told them. He had never really intended to hide the truth from his friends anyway, but just hadn't had a good opportunity to explain things to them yet.
Seamus didn't need to be told twice. "Okay, so what the hell is going on with you and Malfoy?" he asked eagerly, leaning forward so not to miss a word of whatever it was Harry was going to tell them.
"Subtle, Seamus," Ron commented with a shake of his head.
"Criticised on subtlety by a Weasley, ouch," Dean teased, giving Seamus an elbow to the ribs, though he too was watching Harry with interest, keen to hear the answer to his friend's question.
"I'm not really sure quite what you're asking," Harry told them with a thoughtful expression, “but Draco is my boyfriend, if that is what you mean," he explained with a shrug. He was fairly sure that much was obvious, but he wasn't about to start detailing their private life to fulfil Seamus' curiosity.
"Really, Harry? We would never have figured that out on our own, from the fact that you can't keep your hands off each other," Neville said sarcastically, and Harry huffed a little indignantly at the rather amused expressions on his friends' faces.
"What we really want to know is, why?" Dean tried to clarify. Things all seemed to have started when Harry had sprouted wings and jumped out of their dormitory window, which had certainly been rather a shock to them all; and the surprises had then just kept coming, with him flying at Malfoy across the Great Hall, the realisation that he and Malfoy were a couple, and even the recent confrontation with Malfoy senior. Needless to say, they had lots of questions.
"We didn't even know you were gay," Seamus pointed out. "Not that we mind or anything but you could have told us." He knew that Ron was Harry's best friend, but he still thought that they were close and he didn't understand why he, Dean and Neville had been kept in the dark about what was going on.
"No, I couldn't, because I didn't even know myself," Harry told them firmly. Even now he hadn't really even considered the fact that he might be; all he knew was that he cared about and was with Draco and that he was a guy was fairly irrelevant. "As for why," he went on, smirking a little, "Draco is gorgeous, wickedly funny and has the best damned arse I have ever seen"
"HARRY!" Ron exclaimed, looking at his best friend as though he had just confessed some dark and dangerous secret. He really did not want to hear anyone, let alone his best friend, describing Malfoy in such a way.
"Okay, fair enough," Dean said with a laugh, deciding to ignore Ron's outburst. "But how did you two manage to stop hexing each other long enough to realise this?" he asked curiously. It seemed that Harry and Malfoy's relationship had done a complete turn-about almost overnight.
"We are all pretty sure that the two of you didn't just decide to sit down over tea and crumpets and have a civil discussion about whether you should start fucking each other," Seamus told Harry with a wink.
Harry rolled his eyes again, though he was rather amused. "And who said we are having sex?" he asked, looking smug. He wasn't surprised that Seamus, and probably the others, all assumed that they were.
"You're not?" Seamus asked, wide-eyed with surprise. The way that Harry and Malfoy had been pawing at each other, and the fact that they had been given a room together, had him convinced that the two of them were having sex.
Harry flushed red. "Not exactly," he told them, but Seamus, Dean and Neville continued to stare at him expectantly. "It's complicated," he tried to explain, but not really willing to go into details.
"Would we be right to assume that this has something to do with that night that you grew wings and flew out of here?" Neville asked, hoping that now they might really get to the truth of what was going on with their friend. "And the wings Malfoy had also suddenly sprouted over night?"
"Because the next day was when you got together, wasn't it?" Dean said, looking at Harry imploringly.
"And we have all seen how you get your own crazy huge wings back whenever you get strangely possessive of Malfoy," Seamus pointed out, remembering the rather frightening sight that Harry had made when Malfoy senior had shown up.
Harry gave Ron a pleading look; it seemed that they really had managed to piece together a lot of it for themselves. Most of the student body seemed to have done so and he was sure that it was only Hermione's removal of all the books referring to Erotes that had kept their secret this long. He just wasn't sure how much he wanted them to know.
"You're on your own on this one, Mate." Ron told him, with a shrug of his shoulders. "Your choice," he added, knowing that he couldn't make this decision for his friend.
"Whatever is going on is clearly serious, given that you are no longer sleeping in our dorms," Neville pointed out. "Of course, you don't have to tell us but we would like to know; and you know we will keep your secret," he promised with a smile, Seamus and Dean nodding their agreement.
"Okay, fine," Harry consented with a sigh. He was seriously hoping that he wasn't going to come to regret this, but he didn't like hiding things this serious from his friends. "But you seriously have to tell no-one," he added sternly, a very serious expression on his face. "This could be very dangerous if word got out to the wrong people."
Again the boys nodded, looking every bit as serious as Harry at that moment.
"Draco and I are what are called Erotes," Harry explained, "winged creatures, if you hadn't already figured that out." He really hoped that Draco wouldn't mind him telling them this; they had already told Crabbe and Goyle after all and this wasn't really so different.
None of the boys had shown any recognition at the mention of Erotes so Harry began explaining as best he could; everything he had found out and almost everything that had happened to them since that night he had bonded to Draco.
"So will you always have to maintain regular contact with him?" Dean asked with a confused frown; he wasn't at all familiar with this inheritance that Harry was talking about and it all seemed very strange.
"Erm... no," Harry confessed nervously, trying to think of a way to explain without telling them about the baby, but nothing was coming to mind. "Okay, so I need you to promise me that you will never use what I am about to tell you to tease, mock or otherwise upset Draco," he said, biting his bottom lip anxiously.
"Okay, we promise," Seamus agreed, wanting to hear more, and as he looked to Dean and Neville they both promised too.
"Draco's pregnant," Harry told them bluntly and braced himself for the inevitable reaction.
"WHAT?!" Seamus exclaimed, as he, Dean and Neville stared at him in shock.
"Guys..." Harry said, trying to get a word in edgeways so as to explain.
"I thought you said you weren't having sex," Neville queried with a confused expression.
"... guys..." Harry said again, though they still weren't listening.
"But he is a guy, how is that even possible?" Dean asked, looking every bit as confused as Neville.
"... GUYS!" Harry interrupted loudly, throwing a chuckling Ron a very dirty look. "Draco is a submissive Erote, Dean, which means that he naturally has the ability to get pregnant," Harry explained. "Though with the use of potions and spells, most wizards can get pregnant."
"Really?" Dean asked, looking mildly thoughtful at that. "I never knew that."
"And, Neville," Harry said turning to his other friend, "I did say it was complicated." Neville nodded and gestured for him to explain. "Okay, so we have actually had sex once," Harry admitted, feeling rather awkward discussing it. "It was the night we bonded and neither of us exactly remembers it. Apparently all Erote bondings produce a child first try," he told them, "as a way of tying us to each other. We don't remember that night though, so before you ask how it was," he said, throwing Seamus a pointed look, "I have literally no idea."
"Wow," Seamus said, giving a short whistle.
"That's pretty intense, Harry." Dean told him. "Not so sure that in your place I would be so calm."
Harry laughed at that. "I say the same thing about Draco all the time," he told them. "Though I sometimes forget he has been aware this could happen to him since his sixteenth birthday." Even with that knowledge though, he was amazed at how well his boyfriend was handling everything.
"We are still your friends though, Harry," Neville said, giving him a stern look. "So now that we know what is going on, can you stop keeping us out of everything?" he requested; they had really missed having Harry around.
"Sure," Harry agreed with a fond smile. "The next time that we are all spending time in mine and Draco's room, I will invite you along," he promised.
"It will mean spending time with Slytherins," Ron pointed out as though this might be a little too much for Neville, Seamus and Dean to handle.
"We know," Neville said, looking a little nervous about that, but determined. "Malfoy is your bonded, Harry, so it is about time we got to know him and him, us," he explained.
"If you guys have managed to put up with his friends for a month already with no serious injuries or deaths, then they can't be all that bad," Seamus said with a shrug; he wasn't scared of any Slytherins and thought he could put up with them for Harry's sake.
Harry chuckled and shook his head in amusement, feeling rather touched at the support his friends were showing him. "Okay, okay," he said, holding his hands up in surrender, "I will make a point of not leaving you guys out."
"Well at least this means we outnumber those Slytherins again now; six to five," Ron announced happily.
"It isn't a competition, Ron," Harry sighed, shaking his head in exasperation.

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kritika - The first three chapters were all accidentally given titles beginning with E and then I couldn't not give the others titles that matched, I am sure it is going to get very difficult naming some of them as I go on.
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