Bad Faith

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“But the Canons haven’t won anything in YEARS!” Draco exclaimed, staring up at Harry in shock.



“I know, but he’s still dedicated to them. One thing about Ron is that he’s a loyal fan to the end.” Harry responded with a faint smile on his face.



Harry was seated on the couch, staring into the fire with Draco’s head in his lap, fingers combing absently through his silken, silvery hair as they discussed their friends.



“Blaise still won’t admit that he likes me, you know. And I’ve caught him staring on several occasions. He just doesn’t want me to have blackmail material on him, I guess. Vain git.”



Harry looked down at Draco with a raised eyebrow. “Well, now THAT’S the pot calling the kettle black!” He exclaimed. “I bet you preen in front of the mirror for at least half an hour every morning!”



Draco flushed. “That’s hygiene! I’m just a very clean person!” He protested.



Harry laughed, then leaned down to plant a chaste kiss on Draco’s lips. “Okay, you win, for now. We need to go to dinner, anyway.” He said, pushing Draco gently. “Come on, get up.”



Draco groaned and stood, stretching. “Fine. Will you come see me tomorrow? We have a free period after potions.”



Harry smiled. “Sure.” He said. “Now,” He took Draco’s hand, “Let’s go eat.”



*****



Draco mentally cursed as Snape asked Harry to stay after class to ‘fix the mess you have made of Zabini’s flawless potion.’ There went their plans. And Draco had been looking forward to... Talking. (He absolutely refused to admit that he had CUDDLED like a Gryffindor.)



He walked to his room alone, feeling depressed. When he went to shut the door, he came face-to-face with a fate worse than death.



“Hello, Gorgeous. You didn’t think I’d forgotten about you, did you? You are a dream come true, you know.” Adrian purred, shoving past Draco and into the room, locking the door behind him. “So, where’s my kiss?”



Draco glared at him. “There is none. I’m not your sub.” He snapped.



Adrian’s smile turned cold. “Is that so? And what is the logic behind this conclusion, exactly?”



Draco smirked. “It would appear you have competition.”



Adrian narrowed his eyes. “And just how did you convince the little upstart to help you defy me?” He asked softly.



Draco paled at the dangerous tone. “He actually likes me, believe it or not. Moreover, he treats me like a human being!”



Adrian shook his head, sighing. “Have you forgotten your place already? Lovely though you are, you are NOT a human being. You are far more. They are below us. And you WILL be mine. You can tell him the next time you see him that I am challenging him. And I think I’ll leave you with a memento.” He purred, grabbing Draco and forcing the smaller man down onto the couch, pinning his hands above his head easily.



As Adrian’s hands moved to his zipper, Draco panicked and began struggling madly, trying to escape. “No! Please! I don’t want it like this!” He shouted, tears forming and running in rivulets down his cheeks as Adrian got his pants open and ripped them away from his body.



“Oh, shut the fuck up! You’d be perfectly happy to be Harry’s whore, right? Well, we’re family, so he’ll just have to deal with you carrying my child instead. Because you know that the first time always works for us.” Adrian snarled.



Draco froze as he heard those words, then he felt Adrian undoing his own pants. A few moments later, he felt a searing pain as Adrian’s cock began to force itself into his virgin entrance without any preparation or lube at all. He was dying. The pain was so intense he nearly passed out from it.



“God, you are so fucking TIGHT! When you’re mine, we’ll have to do it this way a few times.”



Draco bit his lip to keep from screaming as Adrian tormented him with his brutal thrusts. He tasted blood and felt the ache in his lip as he broke the skin, but it was minimal to the pain in his body, and the ache deep in his heart. His virginity was supposed to be a gift for Harry. At least he would have treasured it, and made his first time a memory he’d love looking back on. It wouldn’t have been this parody of an act that should be gentle and loving.



Finally, the obscene panting and groaning from the man above him stopped and there was a loud exhalation as he felt warm liquid spill inside him.



He lay completely still as Adrian pulled out of him and smiled. “Goodbye, lovely. And good luck with our child.” Adrian said as he left the room.



*****

Harry headed back toward Draco’s room, smiling. He had a whole hour and a half left to spend with his new boyfriend before their next class. He turned the corner and froze. Adrian was walking down the corridor, obviously heading away from Draco’s room.



Harry took off sprinting to Draco’s room and flung the door open. He saw Draco lying on the couch, naked from the waist down and tearstained.



When Draco saw him his eyes widened and he turned onto his side, curling in on himself. “I’m sorry, Harry.” He whimpered.



Harry rushed to his side and laid a hand on his shoulder. “Why are you apologizing? And what did he do? Did he..?” Harry gulped, unable to finish the thought.



Draco began shaking. “I’m tainted. I’ll be having his child. And I... I understand if you don’t want me anymore.” He sobbed.



Harry cursed. “Don’t do this, Draco. I won’t leave you. And he’ll never have a chance to do that again. I won’t leave you alone during the day again. And you better keep your room locked up tight at night. I’ll kill him.” He vowed.



Draco laid a hand on Harry’s arm and shook his head. “I don’t want you to kill for me. Just... Stay with me, please.”



Harry sat on the couch and pulled Draco into his lap, holding onto him tightly. "God, Draco, I'm so sorry."



Draco buried his face in Harry's shirt, letting the tears flow as the fabric soaked them up. "I don't want his child." He sobbed.



Harry began rubbing his back. "How can you know if you're pregnant or not?" He asked softly.



"For Sinicae, the first time always results in pregnancy." Draco said between sniffles.



Harry sucked in a breath. "I won't leave you, Draco. I swear. But we are SO not ready for this. I hope we can figure out how to do this, because now, there's no going back. I'll be with you every step of the way. And Adrian is going to pay. In blood." Harry vowed.

 

*****



Harry held Draco’s hand as Madame Pomfrey strode toward them, parchment in hand and a grim look upon her face. “Well, Mr. Malfoy, you are the first student to become pregnant before graduating in quite some time. Normally, I’d be giving you an earful about how your studies should be your main concern; but then again, this is hardly your fault. You’ll need to rest whenever you feel tired, even if that means leaving class early, so naturally, your teachers will be made aware of your condition. Also, be sure to let your body heal. It’s been through quite an experience, so don’t overdo anything. Be careful on the stairs, if any students harm you or threaten to do so, tell any teacher and that student will be serving detentions for a very long time. And I’m sorry to say, you can no longer be-”



“Seeker.” Draco finished dully. “I know.”



Harry gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “What about Adrian?” He asked.



Madame Pomfrey shook her head. “We don’t have proof that what he did wasn’t consensual, and sadly, Sinicae are the only known species that are immune to Veritaserum because they metabolize it as soon as it enters their bloodstream.” She said. “There’s nothing we can legally do to him at this point.”



Draco sighed, staring at his feet from where he sat on the bed. “Can we please leave now?” He asked softly.



Harry looked to Madame Pomfrey, who nodded. He helped Draco up and walked with him out of the room. Halfway to Draco’s room, Harry noticed that Draco was sniffling. He stopped in the hallway and raised Draco’s face to his. “What’s wrong? Is there anything I can do?” He asked, concerned.



Draco shook his head. “Just... Hold me?” He asked, closing his eyes, ashamed that he was breaking down in the middle of the hallway.



Harry wrapped his arms around Draco’s shoulders and used one hand to stroke his hair. “Shh, it’s okay. I have you. We’re both okay, and it won’t be that bad. Remember that I’m with you. You’ll never be alone.”



Draco nodded, wiping his eyes as he pulled away from Harry.



Harry noticed that a few students had stopped to watch the small melodrama unfolding before them, and he leveled a glare at those students that could have frozen water in July. As they hurried on their way, Harry took Draco’s hand in his own again and they continued toward the blonde’s room.



Harry wondered what the future would hold for him and Draco. Was there any way they could get Adrian to leave them in peace? He was trying to think of anything that he could do to get rid of his cousin, when he felt Draco stop dead and tense up, right outside his room.



He shook himself out of his thoughts to find that he was staring at the subject of his thoughts and Draco was crushing his hand. He narrowed his eyes. “Adrian.” He hissed.



Adrian smirked. “The one and only. Harry, my father wants me home soon, so I’m going to have to challenge you to a formal battle over the sub. He can explain to you exactly what that entails. We’ll set it for, say, two months from now. Is that alright with you?”



Harry nodded. “Fine. And when I win, which I will, I never want to see your face again.”



Adrian waved a hand dismissively. “IF you win, dear cousin. IF.” He said over his shoulder as he walked away.



Harry wrenched open the door to Draco’s bedroom, pulling Draco inside and locking the door behind him. “I hate that bastard!” He growled, dropping Draco’s hand and beginning to pace. “Alright, Draco, what the hell did I just agree to?”



Draco bit his lip. “Basically, you’re fighting over me.” He said.



Harry sighed loudly. “I got that much already. Specifics?”



Draco shrugged. “I can’t participate unless it’s to protect the Dominant I chose, and only then if I’m pregnant with his child, so that won’t be happening. Besides, that kind of thing is usually spontaneous, since we don’t wield raw magic. You fight until one of you is incapacitated. The one left standing gets me. I have no say in the matter. So if you lose, I’ll probably never see you again.” Draco finished, staring at his feet.



Harry walked over to Draco, taking the teen’s face in his hands, forcing him to look him in the eye. “I won’t lose, Draco. Trust me. Too much is at stake.”



Draco nodded, his eyes filling with tears. “You promise?” He asked shakily.



Harry wrapped his arms around Draco’s trembling form. “I swear. I’ll keep you safe. No matter what it takes.”



Draco sniffed. “Alright. I trust you.” He whispered.



Harry smiled. “Thank you. Now, how can I learn to manipulate raw magic?”



*****

Harry smiled as bits of plaster and debris rained down on him and Ron. “Well, I think I’ve got the hang of this.” He said.



Ron coughed. “Yeah. The holes in the walls and ceiling seem to agree. But you do realize that if you win, you HAVE to keep Malfoy?”



Harry sighed. “Ron, the thing is... I’ve come to care for him. I know you don’t like him right now, but if you could get to know him...”



Ron stared at him as if he had suddenly sprouted two extra heads. “You LIKE Malfoy?!” He shouted.



Harry nodded. “Ron, he’s not that bad. Sure, his family and yours don’t get along well, but he’s been making an attempt to stop the name-calling, and he’s really-”



“A pouf. And now so are you.” Ron finished, disgusted.



Harry felt the words like a physical blow. “What?” He asked, stunned by his best friend’s reaction.



Ron shook his head. “I’m going to go hang out with my NORMAL friends. Why don’t you just move into Malfoy’s room WITH him already? Freak.” He spat, turning away and leaving the Room of Requirement.



Harry stood, watching the door slam in disbelief. The one friend who had stuck by him through everything and their relationship was destroyed over this? It just didn’t make sense.

 

*****

“Draco, open the door.” Harry said wearily, leaning his head against the cool wood in defeat.



Draco opened the door and looked out, confused. His hair was dripping slightly, and he was clad only in a pair of silver-blue boxers. “Harry?” He asked, stepping back to let the other teen in. “I thought you were going to head back to your dormitory after you trained.”



Harry sighed, sitting on the couch and burying his face in his hands. “I made the mistake of thinking Ron would understand how I felt, and I told him about you, and THIS.” He said, waving a hand between them. “He flipped out on me and suggested that I stay away from the dormitory. So I was wondering-”



“Stay here with me.” Draco cut in. “I won’t mind. I haven’t been able to sleep very well, anyway. If Adrian really wanted to get to me, I know all the wards and locking charms in the world couldn’t hold him out, and so I never really let myself sleep deeply. But if you’re here... I feel safe enough to let myself really rest. And I don’t want you to be near people that would turn on you like that, either.” He finished. “Apparently, even Gryffindor loyalty has its limits.”



Harry nodded, smiling. “Thanks. Could I have Dobby bring my things in?”



Draco nodded. “Sure. By the way, how did you manage to free him? Father looked like he was going to explode the first time I asked, so I never tried again, but I’ve always been curious.”



Harry laughed. “I’ll tell you before bed.”

 

*****



“And your father just flew backwards and landed neatly on his ass.” Harry finished, smiling widely.



Draco gaped at him like a fish. “Oh, my. No wonder he was so angry.” He smirked. “Wish I’d seen that.”



Harry chuckled. “Yeah, well, you missed it and I don’t think I’ll be doing it again, so sorry about that. I’ll go sleep on the couch.”



Draco grabbed his wrist as he stood. “Harry, get into the bed. I’m not going to argue with you on this matter. I know you wouldn’t do anything I wasn’t ready for, and I want to be near you. It makes me feel... I don’t know. Whole, I guess.” He finished.



Harry sighed. “Alright. But if we wake up in an awkward situation-”



“I won’t mind a bit.” Draco finished, grinning. “Because it’ll probably be my fault anyway.”

 

*****



Harry sighed, snuggling up to the warm, delicious-smelling, purring form in front of him. Then he froze.



Purring?



Delicious-smelling?



Oh, crap.



He opened his eyes to see Draco’s sleeping face inches away from his own. The blond cuddled closer and began licking and sucking at Harry’s neck. In his sleep.



Harry shivered, biting his lip as Draco’s hips began rocking against his leg and the purring intensified. Harry was suddenly hard enough to drive nails through wood.



He clenched his hands at his sides and gritted his teeth, lying completely still.



That is, until a hand suddenly cupped him through his boxers. He sucked in a breath and heard a sleepy voice whisper, “Harry.” He groaned, moving away from that hand.



Suddenly, Draco’s eyes opened and he cried out, clutching his stomach and curling up on his side. “Harry, I need Madame Pomfrey! Firecall the hospital wing!” He gasped out.



Harry jumped out of bed and used Draco’s fireplace to Firecall the hospital wing and explain what was happening to the best of his knowledge.



Madame Pomfrey came through and rushed into the bedroom. “Mr. Malfoy, your body is attacking the fetus. You want it gone badly enough that your immune system is trying to force it out. If you lose this child, you’ll most likely be sterile. I can’t help you with this. You either need to accept the pregnancy or risk sterility.” She admonished.



Draco began sobbing, curling up tighter. “I wanted Harry’s children! Not his!” He yelled.



Madame Pomfrey sighed. “Well, if you lose this child, which it looks like you are, you probably won’t get either! If you don’t decide that you want it, RIGHT NOW, you may never get another chance.”



Draco sobbed. “I need to go to the hospital wing.” He choked out, then passed out.



Madame Pomfrey sighed. “Well, he hasn’t lost it yet. At least he’s resting now. Open the door, will you, Harry?” She asked, levitating Draco’s body, blankets and all, and taking him to the hospital wing.



Harry followed, worried about Draco. If he lost this child, and then found out he could never have any with Harry, would he be able to handle it? Furthermore, would Harry be able to give up his dream of a large family and still be happy? Harry sighed inwardly. If he had Draco, he’d be happy regardless, but it would hurt to lose that dream.