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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
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Category:
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
33
Views:
33,117
Reviews:
106
Recommended:
3
Currently Reading:
5
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Eleven
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ELEVEN
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Rubbing a potion to prevent stretch marks onto his skin, Harry studied his reflection in the bathroom mirror.
He examined it critically; he had not gained much weight during his pregnancy, so he was still rather too thin. He turned sideways and snorted; it looked like he had swallowed a Quaffle.
He pulled on an under robe with deep inverted pleating to accommodate his nearly eight-month pregnant stomach and added an open robe over it for warmth. The November rains left dampness in the mansion that the fireplaces could not quite dissipate.
Waddling to his bedroom, he paused, making sure Narcissa was not lurking. Forbidden by Lucius to be in direct contact with his concubine and his unborn child, the witch would occasionally spy on him from open doorways and long hallways. They never spoke.
Awkwardly, he sank beside his Hogwarts school trunk and lifted the lid. Sally had used her magic to repair the singed exterior and the damaged textbooks had been replaced, not that Harry would ever be permitted to complete his magical education.
He sorted through the contents of the trunk; his photo albums and a few personal possessions were scattered around the room. Lucius had confiscated his Firebolt Racing Broom, his father’s Invisibility Cloak, the key to the Potter vaults in Gringotts Bank, his training daggers and the pairing knives last used in Potions. Harry lifted out a dark green Weasley sweater and removed a Muggle wallet tucked in one of the folded sleeves.
Harry opened the black leather wallet and examined its contents. Before the battles had begun, he and Dean Thomas had planned a day trip for some clothing in Muggle London, so he had exchanged a number of Galleons for British pounds. He counted out the paper notes and some coins scattered at the bottom of the trunk; he had just over 300 pounds. He also discovered three tokens for the London Underground.
Harry searched through the folds of the old wallet and pulled out his Student Bus Pass. He looked at his fourteen-year old self, gawky in the thick eyeglasses, crooked smile and wild hair. He tucked the pass back into the wallet and hid it back in the sweater. He hugged his final Weasley sweater to his chest. It was still hard to believe he would never receive another one.
He continued to rummage in his trunk; he held up the tattered Marauder’s map in his hands and wondered what the parchment would say now that Hogwarts was a charred ruin.
Deciding there were too many memories in the school trunk, Harry packed everything back into it and closed the lid. He pulled his ungainly figure up off the floor and made his way to the hallway.
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“Harry, what are you doing?” Sally squeaked in alarm. “You get down right this minute.”
Harry teetered at the top of the library ladder and almost dropped the picture book of Muggle London. Carefully, he descended the ladder, stopping to gather a thin tome on Wizarding Law.
Sally was tapping her feet impatiently when Harry stepped off the ladder. She was wagging her fingers at him when Lucius apparated directly into the library. Removing his damp outer cloak, the white blond wizard studied the pair beside the library stacks. His pet looked flushed and a little guilty; the house elf looked furious.
“Pet,” he growled.” Have you been on that ladder again? Do I need to ban you from the library?”
Before Harry could answer Sally spoke up. She looked indignant, bouncing slightly with her hands on her hips. “Lord Malfoy, Sally is here to get books. Master’s Pet knows he is not allowed on ladders.”
Harry hid his surprise by smoothing his robe. He gave his master what he hoped was a seductive look; his tongue moistened his bottom lip. Truthfully, Harry thought he looked about as sexy as a beached whale, but he needed to distract the dark wizard from his stack of library books.
Sally picked up the three books on the library table and passed them beneath several she held in her hands. Harry didn’t know how the tiny creature could hold that much weight.
“What are you reading now, Pet?” Lucius asked, a hint of suspicion in his voice. He fingered the top books in Sally’s stack. Two books on Quidditch strategy that Harry had not selected and the picture book of London seemed to satisfy his curiosity. He didn’t examine the remaining book titles, either because he assumed they were as benign as the other three, or because he didn’t realize she was holding them. Behind his back, piles of discarded and incriminating books were levitated off the library table and onto another shelf several bookcases away.
“Sally will take these books to your room.”
The little elf disappeared. Sally once again surprised Harry; she’d lied point blank to the master of the house and never wavered. Dobby would have been slamming his head against the floor by now.
Lucius wrapped his arms around his concubine and captured his pink lips in a possessive kiss. He could feel the bulge of their child against him and tried not to think of how much Harry would hate him when he took the child away; he would order Dr. Eeylops to modify his pet’s memory after the child was born.
Harry’s kisses were intoxicating and he deepened the kiss, dueling with the slight wizard’s tongue. He often wondered at his addiction to his slender sprite; was this a reaction to their bond or something far deeper. Harry moaned softly as the older wizard’s hands caressed his body. Lucius was pleasantly surprised when he felt Harry begin to run a hand over the growing bulge in his trousers.
“What are you doing, Pet?” Lucius was amused. The fluctuating hormones of Harry’s pregnancy played havoc with the sprite’s self control. Harry nibbled on the dark wizard’s ear lobe. What had begun as a way to distract his master had morphed into a raw need; he really wished he could control his hormonal impulses.
“Please, Master.” The desire in the soft voice surprised the white blond wizard. Even in his awkward late pregnancy, the younger man was beautiful.
Lucius easily lifted Harry up and sat him on the edge of the heavy library table. He warmed his cold hands, caressing Harry’s calves, thighs and hips, pulling the maternity robe up around his pet’s hips. He reached beneath the round stomach and caressed Harry’s hardening cock. Harry spread his legs farther, leaning back to adjust his center of gravity. Lucius’ hands stopped their teasing abruptly when the baby shifted. He pulled the robe back over Harry’s knees.
We can’t, Pet.” He said, cutting off Harry’s growl of protest. “You’re too far along. We might hurt Lucretia.”
Lucretia. Harry winced inwardly. Once the mediwizard confirmed the fetus was female, Lucius decided to name his daughter Lucretia, after his paternal grandmother. Harry’s protests fell on deaf ears. Harry had already decided on a name for his daughter, but kept silent.
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ELEVEN
*~*~*~*
Rubbing a potion to prevent stretch marks onto his skin, Harry studied his reflection in the bathroom mirror.
He examined it critically; he had not gained much weight during his pregnancy, so he was still rather too thin. He turned sideways and snorted; it looked like he had swallowed a Quaffle.
He pulled on an under robe with deep inverted pleating to accommodate his nearly eight-month pregnant stomach and added an open robe over it for warmth. The November rains left dampness in the mansion that the fireplaces could not quite dissipate.
Waddling to his bedroom, he paused, making sure Narcissa was not lurking. Forbidden by Lucius to be in direct contact with his concubine and his unborn child, the witch would occasionally spy on him from open doorways and long hallways. They never spoke.
Awkwardly, he sank beside his Hogwarts school trunk and lifted the lid. Sally had used her magic to repair the singed exterior and the damaged textbooks had been replaced, not that Harry would ever be permitted to complete his magical education.
He sorted through the contents of the trunk; his photo albums and a few personal possessions were scattered around the room. Lucius had confiscated his Firebolt Racing Broom, his father’s Invisibility Cloak, the key to the Potter vaults in Gringotts Bank, his training daggers and the pairing knives last used in Potions. Harry lifted out a dark green Weasley sweater and removed a Muggle wallet tucked in one of the folded sleeves.
Harry opened the black leather wallet and examined its contents. Before the battles had begun, he and Dean Thomas had planned a day trip for some clothing in Muggle London, so he had exchanged a number of Galleons for British pounds. He counted out the paper notes and some coins scattered at the bottom of the trunk; he had just over 300 pounds. He also discovered three tokens for the London Underground.
Harry searched through the folds of the old wallet and pulled out his Student Bus Pass. He looked at his fourteen-year old self, gawky in the thick eyeglasses, crooked smile and wild hair. He tucked the pass back into the wallet and hid it back in the sweater. He hugged his final Weasley sweater to his chest. It was still hard to believe he would never receive another one.
He continued to rummage in his trunk; he held up the tattered Marauder’s map in his hands and wondered what the parchment would say now that Hogwarts was a charred ruin.
Deciding there were too many memories in the school trunk, Harry packed everything back into it and closed the lid. He pulled his ungainly figure up off the floor and made his way to the hallway.
~*~*~*~
“Harry, what are you doing?” Sally squeaked in alarm. “You get down right this minute.”
Harry teetered at the top of the library ladder and almost dropped the picture book of Muggle London. Carefully, he descended the ladder, stopping to gather a thin tome on Wizarding Law.
Sally was tapping her feet impatiently when Harry stepped off the ladder. She was wagging her fingers at him when Lucius apparated directly into the library. Removing his damp outer cloak, the white blond wizard studied the pair beside the library stacks. His pet looked flushed and a little guilty; the house elf looked furious.
“Pet,” he growled.” Have you been on that ladder again? Do I need to ban you from the library?”
Before Harry could answer Sally spoke up. She looked indignant, bouncing slightly with her hands on her hips. “Lord Malfoy, Sally is here to get books. Master’s Pet knows he is not allowed on ladders.”
Harry hid his surprise by smoothing his robe. He gave his master what he hoped was a seductive look; his tongue moistened his bottom lip. Truthfully, Harry thought he looked about as sexy as a beached whale, but he needed to distract the dark wizard from his stack of library books.
Sally picked up the three books on the library table and passed them beneath several she held in her hands. Harry didn’t know how the tiny creature could hold that much weight.
“What are you reading now, Pet?” Lucius asked, a hint of suspicion in his voice. He fingered the top books in Sally’s stack. Two books on Quidditch strategy that Harry had not selected and the picture book of London seemed to satisfy his curiosity. He didn’t examine the remaining book titles, either because he assumed they were as benign as the other three, or because he didn’t realize she was holding them. Behind his back, piles of discarded and incriminating books were levitated off the library table and onto another shelf several bookcases away.
“Sally will take these books to your room.”
The little elf disappeared. Sally once again surprised Harry; she’d lied point blank to the master of the house and never wavered. Dobby would have been slamming his head against the floor by now.
Lucius wrapped his arms around his concubine and captured his pink lips in a possessive kiss. He could feel the bulge of their child against him and tried not to think of how much Harry would hate him when he took the child away; he would order Dr. Eeylops to modify his pet’s memory after the child was born.
Harry’s kisses were intoxicating and he deepened the kiss, dueling with the slight wizard’s tongue. He often wondered at his addiction to his slender sprite; was this a reaction to their bond or something far deeper. Harry moaned softly as the older wizard’s hands caressed his body. Lucius was pleasantly surprised when he felt Harry begin to run a hand over the growing bulge in his trousers.
“What are you doing, Pet?” Lucius was amused. The fluctuating hormones of Harry’s pregnancy played havoc with the sprite’s self control. Harry nibbled on the dark wizard’s ear lobe. What had begun as a way to distract his master had morphed into a raw need; he really wished he could control his hormonal impulses.
“Please, Master.” The desire in the soft voice surprised the white blond wizard. Even in his awkward late pregnancy, the younger man was beautiful.
Lucius easily lifted Harry up and sat him on the edge of the heavy library table. He warmed his cold hands, caressing Harry’s calves, thighs and hips, pulling the maternity robe up around his pet’s hips. He reached beneath the round stomach and caressed Harry’s hardening cock. Harry spread his legs farther, leaning back to adjust his center of gravity. Lucius’ hands stopped their teasing abruptly when the baby shifted. He pulled the robe back over Harry’s knees.
We can’t, Pet.” He said, cutting off Harry’s growl of protest. “You’re too far along. We might hurt Lucretia.”
Lucretia. Harry winced inwardly. Once the mediwizard confirmed the fetus was female, Lucius decided to name his daughter Lucretia, after his paternal grandmother. Harry’s protests fell on deaf ears. Harry had already decided on a name for his daughter, but kept silent.
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