The Kit and the Incubus

17

Harry ran through the twisting hallways of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, yet again Head Boy duties were going make him late for a date with Tom out at the Three Broomsticks.  This time a few second years had gotten it into their heads to try and sneak into the restricted section of the Library and had somehow managed to completely knock over all the shelves in the Library.  As the majority of them were Slytherins and Harry was there when it happened, he got the unsavory task of trying to calm down Madame Pince.

By the time he got out of Hogwarts it was already nearly an hour late and Harry wasn’t surprised when the first thing that happened when he got to the Three Broomsticks was being picked up by a concerned and frantic Tom.

“Are you alright?” He asked, hands roaming over Harry’s body to search for wounds.

Harry giggled, “Yes, Tom, I’m fine just some stupid second years fucked up the library and I had to deal with Madame Pince,”

“Oh,” Tom said, smiling as he pulled Harry inside the little bar, “I’m sorry that happened,”

“It’s alright, just wish she hadn’t taken so many points from us,” Harry shrugged, settling down next to Tom and picking up the butterbeer that Tom had waiting.  He leaned against Tom in the little booth, enjoying his mate’s arms around him and the calm of the sleepy little bar.

A few weeks later Fred woke up snuggled between his mates, frantically he tried to get out of the tangle of limbs before he lost his –

Too late.

He was bent over the side of the bed, heaving as he puked.  Draco woke up suddenly and held him, brushing his hair back as his stomach tried to force it’s way out of his stomach by way of his throat.  George groggily sat up and took in the sight for just a scant moment before joining Draco.  When it was all said and done Fred collapsed back into George’s arms while Draco got up to grab his wand to quickly Scrugify the mess.

“I don’t feel good,” Fred moaned out, his stomach still churning.

“I know, shhh,” George murmured, “We’ll go see Madame Pomfrey as soon as we get dressed, yeah?”

“Ok, can you lay me down?” Fred whispered.  George laid him down before getting up from the bed and dressing quickly.  Together, Draco and George dressed their sick mate and Draco picked him up, carrying him to the infirmary.

Blaise ran into the grandhall and sat down across from Harry who was groggily sipping his Coffee.

“Draco got Fred pregnant!” He exclaimed in a harsh whisper.

“Good for them,” Harry said absentmindedly taking a few bites of his eggs before what was said sunk in, “Wait what? Since has Fred been sleeping with them? Like officially?”

“A few weeks I guess, I can’t believe he held out on us!”

“Do Luci and Sev know yet?”

“I don’t know,”

“Draconius Lucien Malfoy! I know we both taught you better than to go off having unprotected sex!” Severus snarled at his cringing son.  Thankfully no one was in the infirmary except for Madame Pomfrey and some kid who’d been knock unconscious by the whomping willow, “You just wait until your father hears of this,”.