Harry Potter and The Beloved Incubus (BP4)

Title: Harry Potter and The Beloved Incubus (Book 4 in The Bound Prince series.)
Authors: Slashpervert and Sayingsorry_hh.
Beta(s): TheBostonDyke, Nomeci, Mearowen, Kyrana, Rivendellelf, LBaum and Indie.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, Drama, Angst, Smut
Pairing: Draco/Harry (others implied as backstory).
Book Length: 126,000 Words (41 Chapters) - COMPLETE
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy et al are fictional characters created by J.K. Rowling as part of the Harry Potter series. We just borrow them to play. We don't make any money from it but we do have a very good time.
Warnings: Language, M/M Sex, Explicit Sex (Lemon), Anal, Oral, Rimming, Bondage, Dom/Sub, SM, Dubious Consent, Monogamy, Jealousy, Mpreg, Cesarean Section, Humiliation, Exhibitionism, Necrophilia, Pain, Violence, Blood, Torture, and Character Deaths (H/D live).
Summary: Harry and Draco are married and expecting a baby – meanwhile the war has escalated. They have to find the remaining Horcruxes before too many more lives are lost. Sequel to Harry Potter and The Bound Prince, Harry Potter and The Secret Keeper and Harry Potter and The White Queen.
Disclaimer: This is a non-commercial work of fan fiction intended for adult audiences only. No copyright infringement intended.

Chapter Number/Total: 1/40
Chapter Title: Cold Dawn
Words: 3795 Words



Draco stood by the window in the sitting room, watching as a cold sunrise lightened the grey sky slowly. The snow was thick but no longer falling. He had lost track of how many cups of tea he had drunk that night and he had soot on his face and in his hair from the numerous Floo calls. He had sent Tonks back to Grimmauld to help Remus with work at the Order.

All of their house guests had been persuaded to go to bed during the night. He was nearly alone now. He looked over his shoulder at Harry sleeping on the sofa. His husband had refused to go to bed alone. Draco had draped a blanket over him and let him sleep. He walked over now and stood looking down at his lover. He would have to wake him soon. Draco could already feel the cold in his toes and fingers.

Harry had been awake at different times throughout the night. He'd spent time between naps checking on his aunt and some of the others. He couldn't leave the room without Draco, couldn't lie in that big bed without his warmth. He was sleeping lightly even now, unable to sleep deeply without a hand pressed to Draco's chest or his head on his shoulder.

Harry was murmuring in his sleep again, so Draco knelt beside the couch, laying a soothing hand on his arm.

Harry opened his eyes slowly, blinking them a few times. He sat half-way up and looked around. "What time is it?" he asked thickly, stifling a yawn.

"Just after sunrise," Draco said, smiling softly. Despite the night they had had, the sight of those green eyes always filled him with delight.

Harry fell back to the couch, stretching his arms and legs. "Everyone still sleeping?"

Draco leaned over him, hand coming up to cup his cheek. "Yes, love," he answered, and then kissed him gently, lips softly brushing Harry's.

Harry kissed Draco back, feeling like it'd been ages since they'd last kissed. "You wanna head up?" he whispered, feeling the cold in Draco's fingertips, but wanting to be with him anyway.

"I suppose we should," Draco said, smiling again as he gently stroked Harry's face.

Harry smiled as well. "Think you can manage to Apparate us up there?"

Draco stood and reached his hands down to help Harry to his feet. "It's easier if we are both standing," he said, weariness in his voice.

Harry groaned quietly, standing up too and feeling sore muscles. He wrapped arms around Draco and Apparated them to their bedroom himself.

Draco stood smiling down at Harry. It might have been his imagination, but Harry looked a lot older than he had only months ago. Draco knew he felt old and worn this morning. Such a horrible night. He wanted to curl up with Harry and sleep.

"Sorry if it's not earth shattering," Harry said with a small, tired laugh, beginning to slowly undress himself.

Draco nodded, sitting down on the edge of the bed to take his shoes and socks off. Then he began to unbutton his shirt. "I don't want earth shattering this morning," he said quietly. "Comforting is much more appealing right now."

Harry nodded his agreement, shedding his robe and shirt. He sat down next to Draco to remove his shoes and socks as well before falling onto his back and wiggling out of his trousers and boxers that way.

Draco pulled himself up using the bed post and unfastened his trousers, sliding them down before sitting again. He then crawled into the bed and lay down with a groan, stretching.

Harry sighed and stared up at the 'H' above him, his glasses still on. He reached a hand over beside him and trailed a hand over Draco's stomach softly, in no hurry at all.

"I suppose we will have to keep this bed for the rest of our lives," Draco laughed when he saw where his husband was looking. "You really enjoy that 'H', don't you?"

Harry smiled and nodded. "Very much so," he said.

Draco rolled onto his side, facing his lover, and then smirked. He reached his right hand out and caressed Harry's stomach as well. Then he laid his palm flat just above Harry's navel. "You'll need to eat soon," he said quietly. "You are eating for two now."

Harry nodded. "I know," he said, smiling softly. He loved it when Draco touched his belly, feeling the baby.

"He's so much stronger than he was at first. Then it was like a spark, but now it's more like a candle flame," Draco explained in an awed voice, his hand caressing in circles on Harry's belly.

Harry smiled widely. "I love that you can tell," he said. "I love to hear that he's growing."

"Certainly is," Draco smiled, "and he reacts to your energy levels, so you have to eat well and get enough sleep. Not to mention, you have to have enough energy to shag your husband at least once a day."

Harry chuckled. "All right then," he said. "I suppose I have enough to shag my husband right now." He waggled his eyebrows jokingly and rolled over, pushing Draco back and staring down at him. Harry leaned in to kiss him gently, letting his eyes fall shut.

Draco placed his hand on Harry's hip and opened to his kiss. Emotionally, magically and physically, he opened to Harry. Draco's lips tingled as Harry's touched his, and he felt the warm caress of his lover's breath on his skin.

Harry rested a palm on the side of Draco's face, running his tongue very slowly into Draco's mouth. He didn't think he had the energy to pull off a wandless, wordless Lubricant Spell, but he was able to Summon a jar of lube wordlessly. He set it aside for the moment, content to simply kiss Draco for a bit.

Draco's tongue met Harry's, sliding slowly against it. He slid his hand along Harry's hip and up his back, enjoying the feel of muscle and bone under soft skin.

Harry explored Draco's already well known body with his hands. No matter how many times he touched him, it always felt new, but it was comforting and familiar as well - home. Draco was home to him. He was where he felt the safest, where he felt the most needed and loved, where he wanted to be more than anywhere else. The mere thought of him made Harry warm and the sight of him filled him with inexplicable joy.

Draco raised his silver hand too, sliding it along Harry's side, the warm magical metal tracing up to find Harry's nipple. He teased that dark flesh with it, enjoying Harry's reactions.

"Mmm," Harry hummed, Draco's fingers making him shiver. He kissed along his jaw, licking and nipping very gently. "I love you," he whispered when he came to Draco's ear, sliding his hand down to stroke Draco's growing erection with slow, steady fingers.

"Yes," Draco said, sighing as he trembled at Harry's touch. "I love you, my husband." He ran those smooth silver fingers over Harry's skin, gently pinching his other nipple.

Harry smiled at that word leaving Draco's lips. It was always wonderful to be reminded that he was married to the beautiful man beneath him - not that he didn't think about it nearly every moment of the day. He kissed Draco's neck, smiling at the tickle of his hair slightly in the way.

Draco lifted his chin, displaying more of his neck for Harry. He ran his right hand up Harry's body to the back of his head, threading long fingers into his lover's thick, dark hair.

"Love you," Harry whispered between hot, open-mouthed kisses. "Love you, Draco."

"Yes, Harry," Draco sighed. "Make love to me. Show me." He lifted his hips a little, straining for more contact as his breathing sped up.

Harry sped his hand up slightly and reached for the lubricant with his left, not in the mood for teasing. He moved more over top of Draco and managed to get the jar unscrewed. He dipped fingers in and then pressed them to Draco's opening, still kissing along his neck and now his collar bone.

Draco breathed deep, relaxing himself to allow Harry's fingers easy entrance. He continued to card his fingers through Harry's hair and laid his silver fingers on his shoulder. "Yes," he encouraged, "yours."

"Mine," Harry breathed happily, guiding his fingers inside of his husband and loving the way his body felt underneath his own.

"Yes, and mine," Draco said, echoing him and their promises. He spread his legs wider and his breath caught when those loving fingers stroked his prostate, making him tremble again.

Harry stroked Draco's prostate and kissed his skin, loving giving pleasure to him more than getting any himself. He would rather just simply lay here and do this to Draco some days, but he couldn't this morning and he pulled his fingers out slowly, feeling Draco ready for him. He coated his own erection and grasped Draco's legs lightly with both hands, spreading them apart further to move into position between them.

"Mmm," Draco murmured, bending his knees to make it easier for Harry to enter him. He smiled up at the beautiful man who made love to him everyday.

Harry smiled at Draco before moving forward and entering him gently, never looking away from those grey eyes.

"Gods, yes." Draco shuddered as he felt his husband's cock slide into him and his magic tingle inside and over him. There could be nothing and no one better for him than Harry and he knew it. Even tired and fucking because they had to, it was fantastic.

Harry let out a slow breath before sliding half-way out of Draco again and then back in, setting a deep, gentle pace. He held Draco's legs up for him, still watching his face and adoring the expressions he saw there, Draco's lips forming the words that were like beautiful music to Harry's ears.

"Oh, yes, love," Draco moaned, delighting in the slow, gentle strokes that filled him. He used his hand in Harry's hair to pull him down for a kiss, licking at his lips.

Harry moved his tongue out to twirl with Draco's, keeping his steady rhythm. He moaned into Draco's mouth, loving the feeling of his hand in his hair.

Every thrust, every moan, every stroke of Harry's tongue -- all were accompanied by surges of pleasure in Draco that made his body seem to hum with it. His hands tightened in that thick hair and he began to pant, his cock bobbing against his stomach with each slow, deep thrust of Harry's.

Harry gasped and moaned, feeling the tingles in his lower half beginning. "Merlin, Draco," he panted quietly against his lips. "Merlin, yes."

"Yes, bring us," Draco whispered back. "Fill me." He could feel the rise in Harry's magic and his body was waiting for it.

Those words always seemed to make every sensation feel ten times stronger to Harry and, Merlin, hearing Draco say, "Bring us," like the only way they could come would be together - it set Harry's nerves ablaze. A few more thrusts later and he was coming, whimpering Draco's name, their lips still brushing.

Draco moaned against Harry's lips, coming in hot spurts between them as his body spasmed around his lover's cock. He felt the warmth inside him from Harry's orgasm and he felt the magic filling him. It seemed to wipe away all cold, pain and sorrow, leaving him feeling whole and peaceful.

Harry was panting, his hot breath on Draco's neck as he laid his head there, feeling exhausted, but good. He was amazed that he could feel good at all, but he was with Draco, and that mattered more to him than anything else. He didn't want to think about any of that other stuff until he was out of this bed and this room with his husband beside him.

Draco wrapped both legs and arms around Harry, holding him tight as he shuddered. His fingers continued to clench and unclench in Harry's hair. He smiled as the energy ebbed and he could feel that small spot against him where the magic was different.

Harry sighed, sated, and reached a hand up to pet the skin of the side of Draco's chest he wasn't lying all the way on top of. "Have I ever told you that I love you?" He smiled and yawned.

Draco chuckled softly, squeezing his husband with arms and body and feeling his cock jump inside him as he did.

Harry groaned and slowly lifted his head to stare at Draco. "M'tired," he said. "I think we can get a few hours in before we have to get up."

Draco let his legs slide down to the bed, giving Harry room to roll off him. "Sure," he said, "but I need to call a house-elf to leave a message. So if you don't want them seeing your beautiful arse, get under the covers." He grinned, knowing how shy Harry was about nudity.

Harry shook his head and pecked Draco quickly before slowly pulling out of him and scooting under the covers.

"Leakey," Draco called, not bothering to move or even clean up before calling the elf, who appeared beside the bed.

"Yes, Master Draco?" the elf responded as always.

"Please see to the needs of wizard and witch guests when they wake up, but have the elves remain out of sight of Mrs Granger and Mrs Dursley. Also, tell the first Weasley to wake up that they are in charge of communication with the Manor and the outside world until Harry or I wake up," Draco instructed, and the house-elf nodded.

"Master Draco?" Leakey asked.

"What?" he answered.

"Mr and Mrs Weasley be both awake now," he said. "And she be wanting to know where the kitchen is."

Draco chuckled. "Okay, relay my instructions to them. Offer Mrs Weasley food, but if she wants to cook, let her into the kitchens."

Leakey cocked his head and actually frowned. Then he seemed to recover himself. "Yes, Master Draco."

"Fine." Draco sighed. "Now let us sleep. Only wake us if the others insist on it."

Harry laid back and waited for Draco to crawl under the covers with him, raising an amused eyebrow at the mention of Mrs Weasley.

Draco pulled down the covers and snuggled up against his husband. "Can you do the charm to take off my silver hand?" Draco asked. "I am very tired."

Harry nodded and did so, setting the hand carefully aside before wrapping an arm around Draco and holding him close. "Happy Christmas," he said a bit sadly.

"Gods, I forgot," Draco said, sighing. "Happy Christmas, my love."

Harry sighed and closed his eyes, breathing in the scent of Draco's hair and taking in the warm feeling of his skin against his own. "Love you," he murmured.

Draco murmured in response, but it was no longer words as he was now fast asleep.

***

Harry's eyelids fluttered and he shifted around a bit in his sleep, trying to get more comfortable. There was a bright something in the room and he grunted angrily at it, opening his eyes to see that it was the sun. He cursed having forgotten to close the hangings around the bed and sat up, rubbing his now hurting eyes to try and help them adjust to the light. He wondered what time it was and Summoned his glasses, slipping them on.

Draco didn't wake, but his body sought Harry's in his sleep, curling tighter about his husband as he sat up.

Harry yawned and smiled down at Draco before Summoning his wand as well and casting a quick Tempus. He saw that it was just after noon and he knew that Aunt Petunia was probably awake. He sighed and tried to move away from Draco without waking him.

Draco seemed to be doing an imitation of a snake as he curled his body around the back of Harry, arms and legs tightening as well.

Harry chuckled and tried to wiggle away, but when Draco moved closer still, he huffed lightly and fell back to the bed on his back. "Draco," he said quietly, giving the arm that Draco was holding onto a little shake.

Draco whimpered.

"Draco, I have to get up," Harry said, twisting around to face the blond. "You don't have to, but I'm going to need my arms and legs."

Draco huffed against Harry's skin and then groaned, blinking as he tried to open his eyes. "Wha' time?" he mumbled.

"Just after twelve," Harry answered, smiling at Draco's voice.

"Merde'," Draco cursed, rolling onto his back. "I suppose we should get up," he said after frowning and blinking a few more times.

Harry nodded. "Yes, we should. Plus, I'm hungry."

Draco forced himself to sit up. He made a small frown at the dried mess on his stomach. "Forgot the Cleaning Charms," he complained.

Harry shrugged. "Yes, we do that sometimes," he said, feeling sticky and messy himself. "I would suggest a shower, but it's probably better if we get down quickly. We can always take a bath tonight."

"Bath sounds lovely," Draco said. "Pass my wand, please."

Harry Summoned Draco's wand and handed it to him, chuckling at the fact that despite everything, Draco was still better at Cleaning Charms than he was.

Draco nodded and then did Cleaning Charms on both of them. "Don't forget to brush your hair," he said, smirking at the mess he had made of it.

Harry shrugged, not thinking there was really any point. He only did it because Draco wanted him to. He climbed slowly and reluctantly out from under the warm blanket and walked hurriedly over to the closet to get clean clothes.

Draco got to the edge of the bed and reattached his hand before going to the loo. He did his morning grooming as well before returning to the bedroom to get dressed.

Harry smiled and kissed Draco as he passed him, making his way to the bathroom with clothes on now to brush his hair and teeth.

Once dressed, Draco called for Leakey, and the elf appeared promptly.

"Are our guests awake and out of their rooms?" Draco asked.

"No, Master Draco. Mrs Dursley still be in her room. Others be in the kitchen, dining room, or sitting room."

"Please inform Mr Weasley that we are awake and will be down soon," he said. The elf agreed and disappeared.

Harry returned to the bedroom, walked over to Draco and slipped arms about his waist. "You ready to head down?" he asked, moving upwards and kissing Draco's nose.

Draco nodded. "Your aunt is still in her room."

Harry sighed. "I thought she would be," he said. "I suppose I should go and get her." He paused and stared at Draco for a few moments. "I don't know what to say to her," he said finally. "It's not like anything I would tell Hermione about her father. It - it's a bit confusing."

Draco nodded.

Harry sighed and nodded too. "You going to just head down or wait while I get my aunt?"

"I can come with you if you like," Draco said, "or I could Apparate down."

"I don't want you to leave me, but she might respond better if I go alone," Harry said with another sigh.

Draco nodded and then leaned down to kiss him. "Don't be long." He smiled.

Harry pressed his lips to Draco's and then pulled back from him. "I'll try," he said.

Draco Apparated to the downstairs hall, leaving Harry to deal with his aunt.

Harry took a deep breath, feeling a bit numb as he made his way out of his and Draco's suite to the rooms nearby that Draco had set up for Aunt Petunia. He stared at the door to the suite for a few moments and then knocked.

There was no answer.

Harry opened the door just a crack and peered inside. The sitting room looked untouched, but he could see the bedroom door open a bit. He stepped inside quietly and walked over to the next door, knocking on the frame. "Aunt Petunia?" he asked.

There still was no answer, but Harry thought he might have heard a sniff.

"Aunt Petunia, it's only me," he said, trying to see inside the room without pushing the door open. "I - I was just wondering if you were hungry or anything."

There was a definite sniff.

"Are you awake?"

"Yes," Aunt Petunia answered, and she sounded like she had a bad head cold.

Harry waited a few seconds, but she said nothing else. "Erm, can I come in?" he asked.

A few more seconds passed by before, "Yes. If you want."

Harry sighed and pushed the door open.

The bed looked barely slept in and he saw that Aunt Petunia still hadn't changed into the bed clothes that Harry had given her last night. He had only pressed his ear to the door the previous night when he had come to check on her.

She looked at him briefly and then looked away again, her eyes red from crying.

He cleared his throat awkwardly. "Well, um, can I get you anything?"

She gave a tiny shrug.

"I know you haven't eaten," he said quietly. "I could have someone bring something up if you don't want to go downstairs."

"I don't want to go downstairs," she said, and then sniffed.

Harry bit his lip. "Okay then," he said. "Is there anything in particular you would like?"

She gave another small shrug.

"I'll just bring up a breakfast tray then," Harry said. "Or, well, lunch, I suppose."

She nodded.

He sighed again and backed out of the room, sort of glad to be going. Things were awkward between them and it made him uncomfortable.

He waited until he was out in the hallway to Apparate downstairs, heading into the dining room to get some food.