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Family Portrait
Chapter Number/Total: 15/40
Chapter Title: Family Portrait
Words: 4000 Words
Mid-January snow had covered the grounds in a thick blanket of white, but it hadn't stopped the renovations of the largest of the Malfoy Manor out-buildings. Everyone had worked hard, using the distraction to help with grief and anger. Now Muggle family members of Order members and other wizarding families were living on site.
Draco smiled. His ancestors were probably having tantrums in their graves. He didn't know how long it had been since a Muggle had even set foot on Manor grounds. Now he sat in the large dining hall with the Manor household, having their evening meal. Everyone was talking about their day and exchanging stories. Draco was mostly quiet but content. He patted Harry's thigh under the table, never able to be near the other man without touching him.
Harry turned his head and gave Draco a small smile. He was feeling sick - but he was always feeling sick nowadays. What was strange was that sometimes he felt like eating and eating and eating, and other times, like now, he hardly wanted to eat a cracker. He nibbled on bread, one of the only things he could stomach at times like this, and sipped his water. He was absently listening to Fred and George tell everyone about a mad old woman who had come into their shop, laughing in the appropriate places, but he was really putting most of his concentration into keeping his food down.
Fred was still laughing as he finished the story. George was too and they sighed at the same time. "So," said Fred, picking right up with a wicked smirk. "When's that poster supposed to be coming out?"
"Yeah," said George. "It's been a while now."
Harry raised an eyebrow. He shrugged. "Whenever it comes out," he said.
"We had a disagreement with the Minister over the wording," Draco said with a smirk.
Harry laughed a bit, pushing his food around.
"Yeah, I bet," Fred said, grinning.
"Oh, Harry, eat something," Mrs Weasley interrupted. "You have got to have the strangest eating habits I've ever seen."
Harry looked up at her quickly. "Oh, er, yeah, I guess," he said, taking a larger bite of bread and giving her a smile.
She didn't seem satisfied. "You ate an entire two steaks yesterday at dinner and now you're going to simply eat bread?"
Harry's cheeks turned a bit pink and he shrugged.
Draco squeezed Harry's thigh again. "He had a big lunch earlier," he said.
Ron suddenly began coughing and Harry threw him a slightly alarmed look.
Mrs Weasley raised an eyebrow. "And you've been sick too," she said to Harry. "Don't think I haven't noticed."
Harry's eyes widened. "No. No, I'm fine," he said.
"You know, it's perfectly okay to have the flu or something. Is that what you've been having, dear? It's been going on for a little while now. Perhaps you should take a potion," Mrs Weasley said.
"I am working on a new batch of potions in my lab," Draco said. "I will make sure he takes what he needs."
Mrs Weasley gave Draco a very sceptical look. "And how would you know what he needs?" she asked.
"Really, Mrs Weasley, I'm fine," Harry said, trying to sound cheerful.
"Let's talk about this later," said Draco. "So, how many people are living in the large building now?"
Mrs Weasley looked disgruntled, but Harry was very grateful for the subject change.
"Twenty-three," said Hermione promptly. "And there's another family of two coming tomorrow."
Draco smiled. "Did you know that your mum was the first Muggle to set foot on Manor grounds in my generation? I am glad I didn't leave Father's portrait down here."
Harry looked at him, raising eyebrows. "What did you do with it?" he asked, rather glad that he'd never encountered Lucius Malfoy's portrait.
"Oh, I put all the family portraits into storage when we moved in," he said. "I didn't think we needed the kind of screaming that Mrs Black does at Grimmauld."
"I was wondering where the portraits were in this place," said Bill. "Old manors and the like usually have them."
"I didn't know you did that," Harry said to Draco. "I hadn't even thought about there being portraits."
"Seventy-three of them, including the most recent family portrait," Draco said, nodding.
"So there's a pile of Malfoys lying around here somewhere?" asked George with a snort.
"I'm sure they love that," said Fred.
"They are well taken care of and hung in a large chamber below. They can talk to each other," Draco said.
Harry didn't think he would like to hear a single thing any of them had to say if they were anything like Lucius. He was glad they were gone. Like Draco said, it probably would have been like Mrs Black at Grimmauld with all the Muggle-borns, half-bloods, and blood traitors running about.
"Well, good thing you took them down then," said Fred. "Could you imagine what Harry's aunt would have done if she'd seen them? With them screaming at her probably?"
"She would've gone bonkers," Harry answered simply.
"It might have been entertaining, but loud," Draco agreed. "In the meantime," he continued, turning back to Hermione, "with regards to our visitors, I set up a Gringotts account for food and other expenses which you can draw upon. Just let me know who should have access to it."
"Mr Weasley," said Hermione. "He's the one that's most often out of the house and he's been very involved with this."
Mr Weasley was, in fact, not in even at that moment, having had to go into work.
"You, Mr & Mrs Weasley, Harry and myself then. If it gets low, let me know. I don't know what the cost of housing is going to be," Draco explained.
Hermione nodded.
Harry was very happy with the way things were working out, but he hadn't forgotten about Horcruxes - certainly not. He still wanted to go to Godric's Hollow too, but he was beginning to wonder if going there would be worth anything with everything he had to do.
***
After dinner, most settled into the sitting room in the evening to talk, play games and read. Draco usually took a break to check on household needs, including the status of their prisoners, and he planned on doing so right then.
Harry marched off automatically to the sitting room with everyone else, after a quick trip to the loo to vomit, of course. He didn't notice anyone missing, except for Draco, but he knew that he always took a few minutes after dinner. He settled in with Ron for a game of chess, trying to ignore the way his stomach still churned uncomfortably.
Another person missing was Mrs Weasley, who had determinedly followed behind Draco without his noticing. "Draco, dear," she said from behind him, voice a bit stern.
Draco turned, eyebrows raised. "Yes, Mrs Weasley?" he asked.
"Is there something wrong with Harry? And don't you lie to me," she said, her eyes narrowing.
Draco was calm as he considered how to respond to the woman Harry thought of as an adopted mother. "Let's talk in the library," he said, leading the way and opening the door for her.
Mrs Weasley looked a bit confused, like she hadn't been expecting quite so private a chat, but quickly nodded, following behind Draco and stepping inside the room.
Draco gestured to a chair for her and, when she had sat down, he took the opposite chair. "I know you are concerned about Harry and I appreciate that you care for him," he said.
She looked very worried. "Yes, of course," she said, frowning.
"I am not sure how to talk about this, or even if I should," Draco said. "I need Harry's permission."
Mrs Weasley's eyes grew even wider. "It's not something ... it's not ... he's not ...." she couldn't seem to finish her sentence.
"He is fine." Draco smiled. "Or at least, I think he is. And maybe with your help it will be easier to make sure of that."
"Well, what's the matter with him?" Mrs Weasley asked, seeming to relax just a little at the news that it wasn't anything very serious.
"Let me go get Harry so he can talk with us," Draco said.
"Well, all right, dear," Mrs Weasley said, still anxious.
Draco walked back into the sitting room and looked down at the chess game, resting a hand on Harry's shoulder.
Harry looked up and smiled. "Hey," he said as Ron moved a pawn.
"Can I borrow you for a little while?" Draco said, smiling.
Ron huffed. "Can't you wait until everyone goes to bed to ... you know," he said, gesturing with his hands.
Harry frowned at him. He looked back at Draco. "Sure. What do you need?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "That wasn't what I had in mind - for the moment," he said to Ron. Then he smirked, reaching a hand to help Harry up.
"Right," said Ron, moving to put the game away.
"Oh, don't get your kickers in a twist, Ron," said Harry. "I'll be back in a bit. And we're not going to shag, I'm sure." He ignored the grins Fred and George were sending at them.
Draco led them to the library. "They think all we do is shag," he said, smirking again.
Harry smiled crookedly. "I don't think they're very far off, though," he said, wondering what Draco wanted.
"Mrs Weasley wants to know what's wrong," Draco sighed, "and I think we should tell her what's right."
Harry's eyes widened slightly. "You do?" he asked, stopping in his tracks.
"None of us know anything about pregnancy or babies, aside from what I have read," Draco said. "We are going to have to tell her sometime."
"Right now?" Harry asked, starting to walk forward again slowly.
"Unless you want to lie to her some more?" Draco huffed.
Harry sighed. "No - I - no, let's tell her, I suppose," he said quietly. He didn't know why he felt nervous about it.
Draco held the door for Harry and then closed it behind them. He waited until Harry sat down and then sat next to him.
Harry was aware of Mrs Weasley's eyes focused directly on himself and he took a deep breath.
She was looking at Harry and Draco both expectantly. "Well?" she said, worry lines on her forehead.
Harry wasn't quite sure where to start, although he knew that it should be him to tell her. He cleared his throat. "Well, um ...." He trailed off, sighing.
Draco smiled. "Mrs Weasley," he said, "we aren't sure how to tell you this, and it sounds impossible, but Harry is pregnant."
Harry glanced quickly at Draco and then at Mrs Weasley, cheeks going slightly pink again.
Mrs Weasley's eyebrows were high on her forehead. "It's so bad that you have to start off with a joke?" she asked, sounding scared.
Harry sighed again. "No, Mrs Weasley, I - I really ... am," he said, biting his lip.
Draco blushed too and took a deep breath. "The baby isn't kicking yet, but Harry is showing." The blond smiled. "Would you show her, Harry?"
Harry was silent and still for a moment before getting hesitantly to his feet and pulling his shirt up, showing the small but definite mound of his once flat stomach. It seemed to be growing very fast to Harry.
Mrs Weasley's eyes grew very, very wide. "It isn't possible," she said, mouth open slightly.
"Apparently, the Manor's ancestral magic and Harry's wild magic had other ideas," Draco said with a laugh, reaching his hand out to stroke that warm mound.
Mrs Weasley still looked disbelieving. "But ... how ... if you're - if you're a man?" she spluttered.
"I have no idea," said Harry. "But ... there it is."
"I can feel him," Draco said. "His magical signature is already strong."
"But - but Harry doesn't have - he doesn't have ...." Mrs. Weasley continued babbling.
"I don't know what happened or how my body's carrying it, but it is. Nothing happened to me during ... well ... conception." Harry blushed again. "Everything has been normal besides being sick all the time or else really hungry. I still have all my ... parts."
"And no extras that I have seen," Draco grinned, "and I would notice."
Mrs Weasley was still very confused-looking. "You're sure?" she asked, looking at them like she expected them to yell, "Just joking!"
"Well, Draco's read books, and Hermione, and I'm having the symptoms. Draco feels different energy in me, and unless I'm getting fat, the bump in my stomach is something," said Harry.
"If Harry were a witch, what would the symptoms you have seen tell you?" Draco said.
"Well, that would tell me that he's pregnant, but he's not a witch," she said, looking like she was trying to talk herself into believing it.
"Mrs Weasley, I'm not lying," said Harry. "I haven't been puking my guts out for the fun of it."
She sighed, eyes wide as she shook her head. "How long?" She looked like she couldn't believe she was asking.
"Only three months," Draco said, frowning as he continued to rub Harry's belly. He felt unable to keep his hands off it.
"And you're already showing?" Mrs Weasley asked.
"It looks that way," Harry said, staring down at Draco's hand on his stomach.
Draco was smiling dreamily at Harry and kept having the urge to kiss his belly again. Only Mrs Weasley's presence kept him sitting there. He almost missed what they said. "Er, I think it is because he is male and the pregnancy is a result of magic," he said, uncharacteristically stammering.
"You're a very thin boy, Harry," Mrs Weasley said disapprovingly. "Can you carry a baby?"
"Yes," Harry said, a determined look in his eyes all the sudden.
"I don't think his magic or the Manor's would have done this if it wasn't possible," Draco said. "In fact, I think it is why the Malfoy Manor's magic accepted him as my husband."
Mrs Weasley took a very deep breath. "Well, have you been taking any Vitamin Potions?"
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Erm ... no," he said slowly.
"Some," Draco admitted, smirking.
Harry looked at Draco oddly, trying to remember if he had. He couldn't remember having taken anything.
"Well, some is not going to cut it," said Mrs Weasley. "I suppose I'll need to run to Diagon Alley then," she said. She was speaking in a very resigned way, as if she still couldn't believe it. Harry didn't really blame her. If there hadn't been the solid evidence of Draco's ability to feel magic, he probably still wouldn't believe it.
"Good," Draco said. "Maybe you will have better luck getting him to take them. The last time I gave him the regular ones, he brought them back up. I have given him some of the milder ones in his tea."
Harry stared down at Draco again. "You've been giving me potions?" he asked.
"I told you they are important," Draco said, and sighed.
"Well ...." Harry huffed.
"You need to eat right, take the potions, and keep yourself at a healthy weight," Mrs Weasley listed off.
Harry sighed. All this was was another person to get on his case. Hermione and Draco were bad enough.
"This has to remain a secret as long as possible," Draco said. "It's too dangerous for others to know."
Mrs Weasley looked very serious for a moment. "Certainly," she said, nodding.
Harry finally let his shirt fall back to cover his stomach, giving Mrs Weasley a small smile.
Draco reluctantly removed his hand from Harry's belly and took his hand instead. "I know it is hard to understand," he said, "but, Mrs Weasley, we want this."
Harry nodded. "Very much," he said.
She smiled softly at them both. "You're both so very young," she said gently.
"I think we can handle it," Harry said, squeezing Draco's hand.
"Yes," Draco said, eyes soft as he looked at Harry.
Mrs Weasley laid her hands on her cheeks and stared at Harry and Draco. "Yes, I suppose you can," she said.
Harry smiled down at her.
"Oh, what am I doing?" she said, getting to her feet to pull Harry into a hug. "Congratulations, dear. I'm very happy for you. Especially if this is what you both want."
Harry smiled and hugged her back, her warmth and support making him feel very happy.
Draco stood back, smiling at them.
"Oh, don't think you're getting out of this," said Mrs Weasley, smiling at Draco as she gave Harry one last squeeze. She moved onto the blond, hugging him as well.
Draco froze for a moment, eyes gone wide. He didn't pull away, and after a moment, relaxed his body.
Harry held back a happy laugh, grinning widely at both Draco and Mrs Weasley.
She finally let Draco go and grasped both his and Harry's hands. "Now you know I won't say anything to Arthur, but if there is ever anything either of you need, we're both there. I know all about children." She laughed. "All about them."
Harry smiled widely. "I think we'll probably take you up on that," he said.
Draco nodded, still overwhelmed by her reaction.
She sighed and shook her head. "Harry James Potter, you will never cease to amaze me," she said.
Harry blushed a little and shrugged.
"Nor me." Draco smiled. "I think he can do just about anything."
"Right," said Harry, rolling his eyes but smiling.
"You're a pregnant man, dear. Don't doubt yourself," said Mrs Weasley, eyebrows raising.
Draco chuckled and put an arm around Harry.
Harry blushed again and leaned happily into Draco, shaking his head.
When Mrs Weasley had left the room to leave Harry and Draco alone, Draco pulled Harry against him, smiling down into his eyes. "I love you," he whispered.
Harry sighed happily and slipped his arms loosely around Draco's waist. "Love you more," he said teasingly.
"Not possible, Potter." Draco arched an eyebrow.
"Oh, really?" said Harry, smiling.
Draco slid gracefully to his knees, never breaking eye-contact with Harry, and pressed his face to his belly. "Really," he said seriously.
Harry's face slipped from his playful smile to a soft one of utter adoration. He placed one hand in Draco's hair, love flooding him with warmth.
Draco reached for the hem of Harry's shirt and lifted it, eyes still looking up at him as he kissed the warm, rounded skin.
Harry watched Draco and felt even warmer. "I think I already love him, Draco," he whispered.
"I think he can feel that," Draco said, rubbing his cheeks against the warmth of flesh and magic. "What will we call him?"
"I don't know," Harry said quietly. "I haven't thought about it."
Draco's arms slid around his lover's hips, holding him as he pressed his face against him and kissed his skin.
Harry sighed happily again, his eyes falling shut as he stroked Draco's hair.
"I suppose you have to go back to playing chess," Draco said, nuzzling and licking the soft hair below Harry's belly button.
Harry whined a little. "How can you do that to me and then tell me to go play chess?"
"I didn't tell you to go," Draco said, following that soft trail of hair to where Harry's trousers were snug under the swell of his belly. His hands around Harry's waist moved down to cup his arse, squeezing through the fabric.
Harry sucked in a quiet breath. "Ron will be angry," he said, opening his eyes halfway to stare down at Draco.
"I told him I wasn't planning on shagging you," Draco said, reaching to unbutton Harry's trousers, "and I'm not."
Harry's breathing sped up a little. "What are you planning on then?" he asked before biting his lip.
"I suggest you hold onto something," Draco said as he slid Harry's trousers and shorts down to his knees.
Harry gasped and reached behind himself blindly, grasping the back of a chair for support.
Harry's cock was filling quickly, a sight Draco enjoyed as he slid his hands back up his lover's thighs to hold his hips. He breathed in his musky scent, pressing his face into the hair surrounding his rising shaft.
Harry made a quiet hissing sound as he sucked in a breath through his teeth, getting harder by the second.
Draco nuzzled and licked around the base of his lover's cock, rubbing his cheeks against it.
"Yes," Harry whispered, not really knowing what he had done to deserve this, but knowing that he would enjoy it immensely anyway.
Draco felt intoxicated by the scent, smell and power of this man. He planted a kiss at the base of his cock before working his way up the shaft with kisses and licks.
Harry licked his lips and clenched and unclenched his fingers in Draco's hair and those holding onto the chair. "Yes," he whispered again, only a very slight whimper at the end of it.
Softly, lovingly, Draco covered Harry's cock with his kisses, licking his way to the crown. At the top, he was rewarded with a sticky drop of fluid which he devoured as if it was the best sweet, running the point of his tongue into the groove there.
Harry moaned, biting his lip again and holding the chair even tighter. His toes curled in his shoes and he squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself.
Draco slid his lips down over that silky skin, taking the head into his mouth as his tongue swirled around.
"Mmm, fuck," Harry let out quietly.
Draco was entirely focused on Harry, the rest of the world forgotten. His hair, loosened from it's tie by Harry's hand, fell like a soft white curtain around his face as he took more of his husband's cock into his mouth.
Harry tried to take slow, even breaths to help steady himself, but it wasn't really working very well and his knees buckled. He wondered if it was normal to feel this way every single time during sex, but he knew there was no other way he could feel when with Draco.
Draco's hands on Harry's hips caught him so that he didn't fall, and he slid his mouth off to talk. "Sit down, love," he said, helping him ease into the chair behind him.
Harry got shakily into the chair, opening his legs for Draco when he was seated. "Please," he whispered, panting now.
"Oh, yes," Draco whispered reverently, bending and encircling Harry's shaft again with his mouth. His right hand cupped his lover's balls as he began to move up and down, pressing lips to his skin.
Harry's hand found its way right back into Draco's hair and he spread his legs wider, throwing his head back against the soft back of the chair.
Draco bobbed his head faster, breathing through his nose as he took more and more into his mouth. He could feel Harry's magic prickling over his skin and his fingers clenching in his hair.
Harry sucked his stomach in, the pleasure pooling there rapidly. "Draco!" he cried, moaning and gasping.
Draco pushed himself down, taking Harry's cock into the back of his throat and using his muscle there to clench around the head.
"Fuck!" Harry shouted, squirming and writhing. "Fuck! Please!"
Draco pulled back enough to breathe quickly and then sucked hard while gently squeezing his lover's balls.
That did it and Harry was coming down Draco's throat, pulling his hair and wrapping one leg around his back, calling out his name again.
Draco swallowed semen and magic, the heat of both scalding and exciting. He felt his own heat curl and then a release as he swallowed everything Harry gave him.
Harry fell limply against the chair, panting and flushed, his hand still loosely grasping Draco's hair.
Draco licked his lips and smiled happily at his husband, laying his head on Harry's thigh and looking up at him.
Harry slowly opened his eyes and grinned goofily down at Draco, still panting slightly. "Wow," he said breathlessly.
Draco grinned back. "Exactly."
Harry heaved a large, sated sigh. "You're the amazing one," he said, still smiling like an idiot.
Draco chuckled. "You're the pregnant man," he pointed out, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, but you got me pregnant," Harry retorted.
Draco shrugged. "I am a happy man because I am where I always wanted to be," he said with a contented sigh.
Harry snorted. "Between Harry Potter's legs?" he teased.
Draco laughed, waggling both eyebrows. "Exactly," he said smugly.
Chapter Title: Family Portrait
Words: 4000 Words
Mid-January snow had covered the grounds in a thick blanket of white, but it hadn't stopped the renovations of the largest of the Malfoy Manor out-buildings. Everyone had worked hard, using the distraction to help with grief and anger. Now Muggle family members of Order members and other wizarding families were living on site.
Draco smiled. His ancestors were probably having tantrums in their graves. He didn't know how long it had been since a Muggle had even set foot on Manor grounds. Now he sat in the large dining hall with the Manor household, having their evening meal. Everyone was talking about their day and exchanging stories. Draco was mostly quiet but content. He patted Harry's thigh under the table, never able to be near the other man without touching him.
Harry turned his head and gave Draco a small smile. He was feeling sick - but he was always feeling sick nowadays. What was strange was that sometimes he felt like eating and eating and eating, and other times, like now, he hardly wanted to eat a cracker. He nibbled on bread, one of the only things he could stomach at times like this, and sipped his water. He was absently listening to Fred and George tell everyone about a mad old woman who had come into their shop, laughing in the appropriate places, but he was really putting most of his concentration into keeping his food down.
Fred was still laughing as he finished the story. George was too and they sighed at the same time. "So," said Fred, picking right up with a wicked smirk. "When's that poster supposed to be coming out?"
"Yeah," said George. "It's been a while now."
Harry raised an eyebrow. He shrugged. "Whenever it comes out," he said.
"We had a disagreement with the Minister over the wording," Draco said with a smirk.
Harry laughed a bit, pushing his food around.
"Yeah, I bet," Fred said, grinning.
"Oh, Harry, eat something," Mrs Weasley interrupted. "You have got to have the strangest eating habits I've ever seen."
Harry looked up at her quickly. "Oh, er, yeah, I guess," he said, taking a larger bite of bread and giving her a smile.
She didn't seem satisfied. "You ate an entire two steaks yesterday at dinner and now you're going to simply eat bread?"
Harry's cheeks turned a bit pink and he shrugged.
Draco squeezed Harry's thigh again. "He had a big lunch earlier," he said.
Ron suddenly began coughing and Harry threw him a slightly alarmed look.
Mrs Weasley raised an eyebrow. "And you've been sick too," she said to Harry. "Don't think I haven't noticed."
Harry's eyes widened. "No. No, I'm fine," he said.
"You know, it's perfectly okay to have the flu or something. Is that what you've been having, dear? It's been going on for a little while now. Perhaps you should take a potion," Mrs Weasley said.
"I am working on a new batch of potions in my lab," Draco said. "I will make sure he takes what he needs."
Mrs Weasley gave Draco a very sceptical look. "And how would you know what he needs?" she asked.
"Really, Mrs Weasley, I'm fine," Harry said, trying to sound cheerful.
"Let's talk about this later," said Draco. "So, how many people are living in the large building now?"
Mrs Weasley looked disgruntled, but Harry was very grateful for the subject change.
"Twenty-three," said Hermione promptly. "And there's another family of two coming tomorrow."
Draco smiled. "Did you know that your mum was the first Muggle to set foot on Manor grounds in my generation? I am glad I didn't leave Father's portrait down here."
Harry looked at him, raising eyebrows. "What did you do with it?" he asked, rather glad that he'd never encountered Lucius Malfoy's portrait.
"Oh, I put all the family portraits into storage when we moved in," he said. "I didn't think we needed the kind of screaming that Mrs Black does at Grimmauld."
"I was wondering where the portraits were in this place," said Bill. "Old manors and the like usually have them."
"I didn't know you did that," Harry said to Draco. "I hadn't even thought about there being portraits."
"Seventy-three of them, including the most recent family portrait," Draco said, nodding.
"So there's a pile of Malfoys lying around here somewhere?" asked George with a snort.
"I'm sure they love that," said Fred.
"They are well taken care of and hung in a large chamber below. They can talk to each other," Draco said.
Harry didn't think he would like to hear a single thing any of them had to say if they were anything like Lucius. He was glad they were gone. Like Draco said, it probably would have been like Mrs Black at Grimmauld with all the Muggle-borns, half-bloods, and blood traitors running about.
"Well, good thing you took them down then," said Fred. "Could you imagine what Harry's aunt would have done if she'd seen them? With them screaming at her probably?"
"She would've gone bonkers," Harry answered simply.
"It might have been entertaining, but loud," Draco agreed. "In the meantime," he continued, turning back to Hermione, "with regards to our visitors, I set up a Gringotts account for food and other expenses which you can draw upon. Just let me know who should have access to it."
"Mr Weasley," said Hermione. "He's the one that's most often out of the house and he's been very involved with this."
Mr Weasley was, in fact, not in even at that moment, having had to go into work.
"You, Mr & Mrs Weasley, Harry and myself then. If it gets low, let me know. I don't know what the cost of housing is going to be," Draco explained.
Hermione nodded.
Harry was very happy with the way things were working out, but he hadn't forgotten about Horcruxes - certainly not. He still wanted to go to Godric's Hollow too, but he was beginning to wonder if going there would be worth anything with everything he had to do.
***
After dinner, most settled into the sitting room in the evening to talk, play games and read. Draco usually took a break to check on household needs, including the status of their prisoners, and he planned on doing so right then.
Harry marched off automatically to the sitting room with everyone else, after a quick trip to the loo to vomit, of course. He didn't notice anyone missing, except for Draco, but he knew that he always took a few minutes after dinner. He settled in with Ron for a game of chess, trying to ignore the way his stomach still churned uncomfortably.
Another person missing was Mrs Weasley, who had determinedly followed behind Draco without his noticing. "Draco, dear," she said from behind him, voice a bit stern.
Draco turned, eyebrows raised. "Yes, Mrs Weasley?" he asked.
"Is there something wrong with Harry? And don't you lie to me," she said, her eyes narrowing.
Draco was calm as he considered how to respond to the woman Harry thought of as an adopted mother. "Let's talk in the library," he said, leading the way and opening the door for her.
Mrs Weasley looked a bit confused, like she hadn't been expecting quite so private a chat, but quickly nodded, following behind Draco and stepping inside the room.
Draco gestured to a chair for her and, when she had sat down, he took the opposite chair. "I know you are concerned about Harry and I appreciate that you care for him," he said.
She looked very worried. "Yes, of course," she said, frowning.
"I am not sure how to talk about this, or even if I should," Draco said. "I need Harry's permission."
Mrs Weasley's eyes grew even wider. "It's not something ... it's not ... he's not ...." she couldn't seem to finish her sentence.
"He is fine." Draco smiled. "Or at least, I think he is. And maybe with your help it will be easier to make sure of that."
"Well, what's the matter with him?" Mrs Weasley asked, seeming to relax just a little at the news that it wasn't anything very serious.
"Let me go get Harry so he can talk with us," Draco said.
"Well, all right, dear," Mrs Weasley said, still anxious.
Draco walked back into the sitting room and looked down at the chess game, resting a hand on Harry's shoulder.
Harry looked up and smiled. "Hey," he said as Ron moved a pawn.
"Can I borrow you for a little while?" Draco said, smiling.
Ron huffed. "Can't you wait until everyone goes to bed to ... you know," he said, gesturing with his hands.
Harry frowned at him. He looked back at Draco. "Sure. What do you need?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "That wasn't what I had in mind - for the moment," he said to Ron. Then he smirked, reaching a hand to help Harry up.
"Right," said Ron, moving to put the game away.
"Oh, don't get your kickers in a twist, Ron," said Harry. "I'll be back in a bit. And we're not going to shag, I'm sure." He ignored the grins Fred and George were sending at them.
Draco led them to the library. "They think all we do is shag," he said, smirking again.
Harry smiled crookedly. "I don't think they're very far off, though," he said, wondering what Draco wanted.
"Mrs Weasley wants to know what's wrong," Draco sighed, "and I think we should tell her what's right."
Harry's eyes widened slightly. "You do?" he asked, stopping in his tracks.
"None of us know anything about pregnancy or babies, aside from what I have read," Draco said. "We are going to have to tell her sometime."
"Right now?" Harry asked, starting to walk forward again slowly.
"Unless you want to lie to her some more?" Draco huffed.
Harry sighed. "No - I - no, let's tell her, I suppose," he said quietly. He didn't know why he felt nervous about it.
Draco held the door for Harry and then closed it behind them. He waited until Harry sat down and then sat next to him.
Harry was aware of Mrs Weasley's eyes focused directly on himself and he took a deep breath.
She was looking at Harry and Draco both expectantly. "Well?" she said, worry lines on her forehead.
Harry wasn't quite sure where to start, although he knew that it should be him to tell her. He cleared his throat. "Well, um ...." He trailed off, sighing.
Draco smiled. "Mrs Weasley," he said, "we aren't sure how to tell you this, and it sounds impossible, but Harry is pregnant."
Harry glanced quickly at Draco and then at Mrs Weasley, cheeks going slightly pink again.
Mrs Weasley's eyebrows were high on her forehead. "It's so bad that you have to start off with a joke?" she asked, sounding scared.
Harry sighed again. "No, Mrs Weasley, I - I really ... am," he said, biting his lip.
Draco blushed too and took a deep breath. "The baby isn't kicking yet, but Harry is showing." The blond smiled. "Would you show her, Harry?"
Harry was silent and still for a moment before getting hesitantly to his feet and pulling his shirt up, showing the small but definite mound of his once flat stomach. It seemed to be growing very fast to Harry.
Mrs Weasley's eyes grew very, very wide. "It isn't possible," she said, mouth open slightly.
"Apparently, the Manor's ancestral magic and Harry's wild magic had other ideas," Draco said with a laugh, reaching his hand out to stroke that warm mound.
Mrs Weasley still looked disbelieving. "But ... how ... if you're - if you're a man?" she spluttered.
"I have no idea," said Harry. "But ... there it is."
"I can feel him," Draco said. "His magical signature is already strong."
"But - but Harry doesn't have - he doesn't have ...." Mrs. Weasley continued babbling.
"I don't know what happened or how my body's carrying it, but it is. Nothing happened to me during ... well ... conception." Harry blushed again. "Everything has been normal besides being sick all the time or else really hungry. I still have all my ... parts."
"And no extras that I have seen," Draco grinned, "and I would notice."
Mrs Weasley was still very confused-looking. "You're sure?" she asked, looking at them like she expected them to yell, "Just joking!"
"Well, Draco's read books, and Hermione, and I'm having the symptoms. Draco feels different energy in me, and unless I'm getting fat, the bump in my stomach is something," said Harry.
"If Harry were a witch, what would the symptoms you have seen tell you?" Draco said.
"Well, that would tell me that he's pregnant, but he's not a witch," she said, looking like she was trying to talk herself into believing it.
"Mrs Weasley, I'm not lying," said Harry. "I haven't been puking my guts out for the fun of it."
She sighed, eyes wide as she shook her head. "How long?" She looked like she couldn't believe she was asking.
"Only three months," Draco said, frowning as he continued to rub Harry's belly. He felt unable to keep his hands off it.
"And you're already showing?" Mrs Weasley asked.
"It looks that way," Harry said, staring down at Draco's hand on his stomach.
Draco was smiling dreamily at Harry and kept having the urge to kiss his belly again. Only Mrs Weasley's presence kept him sitting there. He almost missed what they said. "Er, I think it is because he is male and the pregnancy is a result of magic," he said, uncharacteristically stammering.
"You're a very thin boy, Harry," Mrs Weasley said disapprovingly. "Can you carry a baby?"
"Yes," Harry said, a determined look in his eyes all the sudden.
"I don't think his magic or the Manor's would have done this if it wasn't possible," Draco said. "In fact, I think it is why the Malfoy Manor's magic accepted him as my husband."
Mrs Weasley took a very deep breath. "Well, have you been taking any Vitamin Potions?"
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Erm ... no," he said slowly.
"Some," Draco admitted, smirking.
Harry looked at Draco oddly, trying to remember if he had. He couldn't remember having taken anything.
"Well, some is not going to cut it," said Mrs Weasley. "I suppose I'll need to run to Diagon Alley then," she said. She was speaking in a very resigned way, as if she still couldn't believe it. Harry didn't really blame her. If there hadn't been the solid evidence of Draco's ability to feel magic, he probably still wouldn't believe it.
"Good," Draco said. "Maybe you will have better luck getting him to take them. The last time I gave him the regular ones, he brought them back up. I have given him some of the milder ones in his tea."
Harry stared down at Draco again. "You've been giving me potions?" he asked.
"I told you they are important," Draco said, and sighed.
"Well ...." Harry huffed.
"You need to eat right, take the potions, and keep yourself at a healthy weight," Mrs Weasley listed off.
Harry sighed. All this was was another person to get on his case. Hermione and Draco were bad enough.
"This has to remain a secret as long as possible," Draco said. "It's too dangerous for others to know."
Mrs Weasley looked very serious for a moment. "Certainly," she said, nodding.
Harry finally let his shirt fall back to cover his stomach, giving Mrs Weasley a small smile.
Draco reluctantly removed his hand from Harry's belly and took his hand instead. "I know it is hard to understand," he said, "but, Mrs Weasley, we want this."
Harry nodded. "Very much," he said.
She smiled softly at them both. "You're both so very young," she said gently.
"I think we can handle it," Harry said, squeezing Draco's hand.
"Yes," Draco said, eyes soft as he looked at Harry.
Mrs Weasley laid her hands on her cheeks and stared at Harry and Draco. "Yes, I suppose you can," she said.
Harry smiled down at her.
"Oh, what am I doing?" she said, getting to her feet to pull Harry into a hug. "Congratulations, dear. I'm very happy for you. Especially if this is what you both want."
Harry smiled and hugged her back, her warmth and support making him feel very happy.
Draco stood back, smiling at them.
"Oh, don't think you're getting out of this," said Mrs Weasley, smiling at Draco as she gave Harry one last squeeze. She moved onto the blond, hugging him as well.
Draco froze for a moment, eyes gone wide. He didn't pull away, and after a moment, relaxed his body.
Harry held back a happy laugh, grinning widely at both Draco and Mrs Weasley.
She finally let Draco go and grasped both his and Harry's hands. "Now you know I won't say anything to Arthur, but if there is ever anything either of you need, we're both there. I know all about children." She laughed. "All about them."
Harry smiled widely. "I think we'll probably take you up on that," he said.
Draco nodded, still overwhelmed by her reaction.
She sighed and shook her head. "Harry James Potter, you will never cease to amaze me," she said.
Harry blushed a little and shrugged.
"Nor me." Draco smiled. "I think he can do just about anything."
"Right," said Harry, rolling his eyes but smiling.
"You're a pregnant man, dear. Don't doubt yourself," said Mrs Weasley, eyebrows raising.
Draco chuckled and put an arm around Harry.
Harry blushed again and leaned happily into Draco, shaking his head.
When Mrs Weasley had left the room to leave Harry and Draco alone, Draco pulled Harry against him, smiling down into his eyes. "I love you," he whispered.
Harry sighed happily and slipped his arms loosely around Draco's waist. "Love you more," he said teasingly.
"Not possible, Potter." Draco arched an eyebrow.
"Oh, really?" said Harry, smiling.
Draco slid gracefully to his knees, never breaking eye-contact with Harry, and pressed his face to his belly. "Really," he said seriously.
Harry's face slipped from his playful smile to a soft one of utter adoration. He placed one hand in Draco's hair, love flooding him with warmth.
Draco reached for the hem of Harry's shirt and lifted it, eyes still looking up at him as he kissed the warm, rounded skin.
Harry watched Draco and felt even warmer. "I think I already love him, Draco," he whispered.
"I think he can feel that," Draco said, rubbing his cheeks against the warmth of flesh and magic. "What will we call him?"
"I don't know," Harry said quietly. "I haven't thought about it."
Draco's arms slid around his lover's hips, holding him as he pressed his face against him and kissed his skin.
Harry sighed happily again, his eyes falling shut as he stroked Draco's hair.
"I suppose you have to go back to playing chess," Draco said, nuzzling and licking the soft hair below Harry's belly button.
Harry whined a little. "How can you do that to me and then tell me to go play chess?"
"I didn't tell you to go," Draco said, following that soft trail of hair to where Harry's trousers were snug under the swell of his belly. His hands around Harry's waist moved down to cup his arse, squeezing through the fabric.
Harry sucked in a quiet breath. "Ron will be angry," he said, opening his eyes halfway to stare down at Draco.
"I told him I wasn't planning on shagging you," Draco said, reaching to unbutton Harry's trousers, "and I'm not."
Harry's breathing sped up a little. "What are you planning on then?" he asked before biting his lip.
"I suggest you hold onto something," Draco said as he slid Harry's trousers and shorts down to his knees.
Harry gasped and reached behind himself blindly, grasping the back of a chair for support.
Harry's cock was filling quickly, a sight Draco enjoyed as he slid his hands back up his lover's thighs to hold his hips. He breathed in his musky scent, pressing his face into the hair surrounding his rising shaft.
Harry made a quiet hissing sound as he sucked in a breath through his teeth, getting harder by the second.
Draco nuzzled and licked around the base of his lover's cock, rubbing his cheeks against it.
"Yes," Harry whispered, not really knowing what he had done to deserve this, but knowing that he would enjoy it immensely anyway.
Draco felt intoxicated by the scent, smell and power of this man. He planted a kiss at the base of his cock before working his way up the shaft with kisses and licks.
Harry licked his lips and clenched and unclenched his fingers in Draco's hair and those holding onto the chair. "Yes," he whispered again, only a very slight whimper at the end of it.
Softly, lovingly, Draco covered Harry's cock with his kisses, licking his way to the crown. At the top, he was rewarded with a sticky drop of fluid which he devoured as if it was the best sweet, running the point of his tongue into the groove there.
Harry moaned, biting his lip again and holding the chair even tighter. His toes curled in his shoes and he squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself.
Draco slid his lips down over that silky skin, taking the head into his mouth as his tongue swirled around.
"Mmm, fuck," Harry let out quietly.
Draco was entirely focused on Harry, the rest of the world forgotten. His hair, loosened from it's tie by Harry's hand, fell like a soft white curtain around his face as he took more of his husband's cock into his mouth.
Harry tried to take slow, even breaths to help steady himself, but it wasn't really working very well and his knees buckled. He wondered if it was normal to feel this way every single time during sex, but he knew there was no other way he could feel when with Draco.
Draco's hands on Harry's hips caught him so that he didn't fall, and he slid his mouth off to talk. "Sit down, love," he said, helping him ease into the chair behind him.
Harry got shakily into the chair, opening his legs for Draco when he was seated. "Please," he whispered, panting now.
"Oh, yes," Draco whispered reverently, bending and encircling Harry's shaft again with his mouth. His right hand cupped his lover's balls as he began to move up and down, pressing lips to his skin.
Harry's hand found its way right back into Draco's hair and he spread his legs wider, throwing his head back against the soft back of the chair.
Draco bobbed his head faster, breathing through his nose as he took more and more into his mouth. He could feel Harry's magic prickling over his skin and his fingers clenching in his hair.
Harry sucked his stomach in, the pleasure pooling there rapidly. "Draco!" he cried, moaning and gasping.
Draco pushed himself down, taking Harry's cock into the back of his throat and using his muscle there to clench around the head.
"Fuck!" Harry shouted, squirming and writhing. "Fuck! Please!"
Draco pulled back enough to breathe quickly and then sucked hard while gently squeezing his lover's balls.
That did it and Harry was coming down Draco's throat, pulling his hair and wrapping one leg around his back, calling out his name again.
Draco swallowed semen and magic, the heat of both scalding and exciting. He felt his own heat curl and then a release as he swallowed everything Harry gave him.
Harry fell limply against the chair, panting and flushed, his hand still loosely grasping Draco's hair.
Draco licked his lips and smiled happily at his husband, laying his head on Harry's thigh and looking up at him.
Harry slowly opened his eyes and grinned goofily down at Draco, still panting slightly. "Wow," he said breathlessly.
Draco grinned back. "Exactly."
Harry heaved a large, sated sigh. "You're the amazing one," he said, still smiling like an idiot.
Draco chuckled. "You're the pregnant man," he pointed out, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, but you got me pregnant," Harry retorted.
Draco shrugged. "I am a happy man because I am where I always wanted to be," he said with a contented sigh.
Harry snorted. "Between Harry Potter's legs?" he teased.
Draco laughed, waggling both eyebrows. "Exactly," he said smugly.