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Two
A/N: I already have 10 chapters written so, I'll just post them all at once
Chapter Two
“Baby, wake up.” Draco felt a hand creeping up his thigh, accompanying the soft demand.
He groaned and tried to inch away from the hand.
“Stop it. Harry. I’m tired.”
“I don’t see how. I did all the work. All you did was lay there and probably think of England.”
“What!” Draco pushed Harry on his back and sat astride him. “I am an extremely sensual being Harry!”
“I am the most passionate person you’ll ever meet. Not that there will be anyone else for you, mind you. But you’re not missing anything. Are you thinking about that red-headed hussy?”
He punctuated the statements with fervent kisses to that spot behind Harry’s ear, fully exploiting the brunet’s weakness.
Harry leaned back and smiled smugly. He knew the best ways to get his love worked up and taking control of their lovemaking.
The Slytherin pealed back the sheet and uncovered Harry’s lap so they could touch and feel the heat from each other’s skin. Grabbing Harry’s face in his hands, he started kissing every crevice of his mouth, marking them with his tongue possessively. Draco felt the brunet’s calloused his hands running up his sides, initiating a rocking motion as their cocks met and rubbed together, the pre-cum easing the contact. He was stretched from their previous coupling and didn’t need much preparation as he used his own fingers. He reached behind him and grabbed the eager cock slowly sinking onto it until he came to rest on Harry’s thighs.
“I know you’re passionate, love, and only for me. Mine.” the promise was sealed with Harry’s lips at his throat as he sucked the side of his neck.
”Damn, him.”
Draco woke up with an erection that he refused to take care of. His impulses were what had gotten him in this situation to begin with.
They had been together since the beginning of sixth year and after months of kissing and fooling around, Harry had been surprised to find out that Draco was a virgin. Harry had relinquished that particular title after a brief encounter with Ginny at the end of fifth year.
In Draco’s defense, he had been raised to believe he was too dignified to be sullied by a common tart looking for an easy time. The Gryffindor was the only person that had touched him and opened his life to a new perspective that was not chosen for him.
He dragged himself to the bathroom, sluggishly grabbing the necessary supplies for his bath. He turned on the cold water and shed his pajama shirt.
He hated to think about Him, but it was getting harder not to. The golden boy had disappeared about four months ago, leaving Draco to wake up in his flat alone, every trace of the brunet gone. He never entertained the notion of someone taking Him against his will, because even the pictures of Him were gone, as if there time together never existed. Draco had raged and broke everything he could get his hands on, but made no move to try to find Him. He was thankful that He hadn’t left any money on their night table as a payment for their nights of intimacy.
He wanted to put it all behind him, forget His touch, the way the light would glint of His glasses when he would incline His head at him, but found out how impossible it would be to erase all traces of Him four weeks later.
***
He had been feeling under the weather for the last week or so, and finally he had decided to visit Madame Pomfrey. Although it was public knowledge he was on the “good side” of the war, he still didn’t feel accepted by members of the magical community.
“Come in, Draco,” the mediwitch called and indicated the bed behind a screen. He scooted back into a comfortable position and waited for her to begin her examination.
“How have you been?” She asked tentatively. “I heard about the Ministry freezing your accounts.”
“I’m fine. Those fools at the Ministry are just doing this because they can’t throw me in Azkaban. I guess it’s not enough that Mother killed herself or that dear old dad died alongside of Voldemort. They want all of the Malfoys to pay” Poppy opened her mouth but Draco interrupted her. “I don’t want to talk about Him. I don’t need your pity”
“It’s concern, Draco, not pity. You’re not the only he left behind, but Harry was your lover. We’re just concerned about you, that’s all. Nobody has seen you leave your apartment, and Hermione says you don’t respond to her mail and that you’ve blocked anyone access to your apartment.”
“I was nothing to Him. He made that clear when he left and I don’t see a reason to talk with Granger.”
“Granger-Weasley,” she reminded him.
He didn’t correct himself, just looked up at her. “What’s wrong with me?” he said, changing the subject as he was done with the conversation.
Poppy pursed her lips. “ Nothing yet, but let me finish running a few diagnostic spells.” She pocketed her wand as she made notes on a notepad. “Ok, this will be the last one.”
The mediwitch ran her wand tip from the tip slowly down the length of his body. When her wand grazed his abdomen, she was shocked to see it turn a vibrant blue. She glanced up quickly at her patient, but he wasn’t paying attention. The mediwitch whispered another spell and checked the area again only to get the same result.
“So?”
“Draco, you’re fine.” She hesitated. “You’re just four weeks pregnant.”
“What?” The question was bit out through clenched teeth.
“You’re pregnant.”
“No… impossible. This thing is defective! “ He grabbed her wand. “Now get a quality instrument instead of this rubbish and tell me what’s really wrong!”
She fought his grasp on her wand. “Mr. Malfoy, I understand it’s a shock, but I am a licensed professional and I’ve checked twice. You’re expecting- that’s why you’ve been fighting fatigue”
“That bastard!” Poppy stepped back at the exclamation. Draco stood up and started pacing. “He leaves in the dead of the night, no explanation, ‘no I’m sorry. I’m moving on’! But he leaves me this!” His head spun towards her. “Four weeks? Four weeks to the day?”
“Yes.” She attempted to place a calming hand on his shoulder and lead him back to the bed, but he would have none of it.
His pacing increased until he uttered, “That last night.” That soft murmur seemed to drain the anger from him as he sat resigned on the bed.
The older woman knew there was no platitude that would make him feel better or calm him. She went into the cabinet and picked up some documents she had not given out in more than a decade.
“Here are some things you can look over; they’ll explain everything. If you have any questions, please, Draco, don’t hesitate to come see me.” She started leaving the room to give him time to adjust on his own.
“Don’t tell anyone,” He called to her before she could disappear.
“I wouldn’t.”
“No one. Not Weasley or his wife. I can deal with this alone.”
***
‘I still can,’ he reassured himself as he finished soaping his body, spending extra care on his abdomen with his washcloth. He rubbed softly along his flat abdomen, which wasn’t as concave as it used to be. He had felt so uncomfortable at the shoot. No one noticed a difference, but he knew a change was there.
According to the books he’d read on the subject, he was supposed to start gaining a pound a week. Poppy had warned him that it might be more because he was underweight to begin with. ‘Underweight,’ he remembered scoffing. ‘I’m naturally lean, but not for much longer…’ he trailed off.
He didn’t know how long he could keep working and it worried him. He didn’t have to pay for room and board for now as the agency paid his hotel expenses as they moved around. It helped him save more of his earnings and he planned to move back to his flat, which, thank Merlin, was paid for before his money problems.
Once he grew too big, he would have to leave his job as he had learned muggle men didn’t conceive. He hoped that his saved earnings would be enough to sustain him and his baby as the pregnancy went on.
“I’m trying to do the best I can for you, please believe me,” he whispered with one last caress.” I know that Ha..He’s not here but I’ll be all you need.”
He dried himself off and wondered how things had gotten so bad that the brunet had become his own personal You-Know-Who. A name he didn’t want to utter for all the sad emotions it invoked.
Chapter Two
“Baby, wake up.” Draco felt a hand creeping up his thigh, accompanying the soft demand.
He groaned and tried to inch away from the hand.
“Stop it. Harry. I’m tired.”
“I don’t see how. I did all the work. All you did was lay there and probably think of England.”
“What!” Draco pushed Harry on his back and sat astride him. “I am an extremely sensual being Harry!”
“I am the most passionate person you’ll ever meet. Not that there will be anyone else for you, mind you. But you’re not missing anything. Are you thinking about that red-headed hussy?”
He punctuated the statements with fervent kisses to that spot behind Harry’s ear, fully exploiting the brunet’s weakness.
Harry leaned back and smiled smugly. He knew the best ways to get his love worked up and taking control of their lovemaking.
The Slytherin pealed back the sheet and uncovered Harry’s lap so they could touch and feel the heat from each other’s skin. Grabbing Harry’s face in his hands, he started kissing every crevice of his mouth, marking them with his tongue possessively. Draco felt the brunet’s calloused his hands running up his sides, initiating a rocking motion as their cocks met and rubbed together, the pre-cum easing the contact. He was stretched from their previous coupling and didn’t need much preparation as he used his own fingers. He reached behind him and grabbed the eager cock slowly sinking onto it until he came to rest on Harry’s thighs.
“I know you’re passionate, love, and only for me. Mine.” the promise was sealed with Harry’s lips at his throat as he sucked the side of his neck.
”Damn, him.”
Draco woke up with an erection that he refused to take care of. His impulses were what had gotten him in this situation to begin with.
They had been together since the beginning of sixth year and after months of kissing and fooling around, Harry had been surprised to find out that Draco was a virgin. Harry had relinquished that particular title after a brief encounter with Ginny at the end of fifth year.
In Draco’s defense, he had been raised to believe he was too dignified to be sullied by a common tart looking for an easy time. The Gryffindor was the only person that had touched him and opened his life to a new perspective that was not chosen for him.
He dragged himself to the bathroom, sluggishly grabbing the necessary supplies for his bath. He turned on the cold water and shed his pajama shirt.
He hated to think about Him, but it was getting harder not to. The golden boy had disappeared about four months ago, leaving Draco to wake up in his flat alone, every trace of the brunet gone. He never entertained the notion of someone taking Him against his will, because even the pictures of Him were gone, as if there time together never existed. Draco had raged and broke everything he could get his hands on, but made no move to try to find Him. He was thankful that He hadn’t left any money on their night table as a payment for their nights of intimacy.
He wanted to put it all behind him, forget His touch, the way the light would glint of His glasses when he would incline His head at him, but found out how impossible it would be to erase all traces of Him four weeks later.
***
He had been feeling under the weather for the last week or so, and finally he had decided to visit Madame Pomfrey. Although it was public knowledge he was on the “good side” of the war, he still didn’t feel accepted by members of the magical community.
“Come in, Draco,” the mediwitch called and indicated the bed behind a screen. He scooted back into a comfortable position and waited for her to begin her examination.
“How have you been?” She asked tentatively. “I heard about the Ministry freezing your accounts.”
“I’m fine. Those fools at the Ministry are just doing this because they can’t throw me in Azkaban. I guess it’s not enough that Mother killed herself or that dear old dad died alongside of Voldemort. They want all of the Malfoys to pay” Poppy opened her mouth but Draco interrupted her. “I don’t want to talk about Him. I don’t need your pity”
“It’s concern, Draco, not pity. You’re not the only he left behind, but Harry was your lover. We’re just concerned about you, that’s all. Nobody has seen you leave your apartment, and Hermione says you don’t respond to her mail and that you’ve blocked anyone access to your apartment.”
“I was nothing to Him. He made that clear when he left and I don’t see a reason to talk with Granger.”
“Granger-Weasley,” she reminded him.
He didn’t correct himself, just looked up at her. “What’s wrong with me?” he said, changing the subject as he was done with the conversation.
Poppy pursed her lips. “ Nothing yet, but let me finish running a few diagnostic spells.” She pocketed her wand as she made notes on a notepad. “Ok, this will be the last one.”
The mediwitch ran her wand tip from the tip slowly down the length of his body. When her wand grazed his abdomen, she was shocked to see it turn a vibrant blue. She glanced up quickly at her patient, but he wasn’t paying attention. The mediwitch whispered another spell and checked the area again only to get the same result.
“So?”
“Draco, you’re fine.” She hesitated. “You’re just four weeks pregnant.”
“What?” The question was bit out through clenched teeth.
“You’re pregnant.”
“No… impossible. This thing is defective! “ He grabbed her wand. “Now get a quality instrument instead of this rubbish and tell me what’s really wrong!”
She fought his grasp on her wand. “Mr. Malfoy, I understand it’s a shock, but I am a licensed professional and I’ve checked twice. You’re expecting- that’s why you’ve been fighting fatigue”
“That bastard!” Poppy stepped back at the exclamation. Draco stood up and started pacing. “He leaves in the dead of the night, no explanation, ‘no I’m sorry. I’m moving on’! But he leaves me this!” His head spun towards her. “Four weeks? Four weeks to the day?”
“Yes.” She attempted to place a calming hand on his shoulder and lead him back to the bed, but he would have none of it.
His pacing increased until he uttered, “That last night.” That soft murmur seemed to drain the anger from him as he sat resigned on the bed.
The older woman knew there was no platitude that would make him feel better or calm him. She went into the cabinet and picked up some documents she had not given out in more than a decade.
“Here are some things you can look over; they’ll explain everything. If you have any questions, please, Draco, don’t hesitate to come see me.” She started leaving the room to give him time to adjust on his own.
“Don’t tell anyone,” He called to her before she could disappear.
“I wouldn’t.”
“No one. Not Weasley or his wife. I can deal with this alone.”
***
‘I still can,’ he reassured himself as he finished soaping his body, spending extra care on his abdomen with his washcloth. He rubbed softly along his flat abdomen, which wasn’t as concave as it used to be. He had felt so uncomfortable at the shoot. No one noticed a difference, but he knew a change was there.
According to the books he’d read on the subject, he was supposed to start gaining a pound a week. Poppy had warned him that it might be more because he was underweight to begin with. ‘Underweight,’ he remembered scoffing. ‘I’m naturally lean, but not for much longer…’ he trailed off.
He didn’t know how long he could keep working and it worried him. He didn’t have to pay for room and board for now as the agency paid his hotel expenses as they moved around. It helped him save more of his earnings and he planned to move back to his flat, which, thank Merlin, was paid for before his money problems.
Once he grew too big, he would have to leave his job as he had learned muggle men didn’t conceive. He hoped that his saved earnings would be enough to sustain him and his baby as the pregnancy went on.
“I’m trying to do the best I can for you, please believe me,” he whispered with one last caress.” I know that Ha..He’s not here but I’ll be all you need.”
He dried himself off and wondered how things had gotten so bad that the brunet had become his own personal You-Know-Who. A name he didn’t want to utter for all the sad emotions it invoked.