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At First Sight
Chapter Number/Total: 26/40
Chapter Title: At First Sight
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Though it had only been a couple days since Harry and Draco had seen Snape, Harry was sure he had grown even more in the short amount of time. His back felt like it was going to split right in half, his feet hurt constantly, and he went through sudden bouts of being very hot, which annoyed him terribly. He was utterly sick of being pregnant and wanted the baby to come already, while, of course, also being afraid of the moment when that would happen.
Harry was currently on the sofa in the sitting room by the fire, waiting with Draco for Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey. They had decided to take Snape's advice about seeing Pomfrey, but also needed McGonagall, as she would need a reason for allowing the school nurse to be out and travelling to Malfoy Manor. Draco had sent them a letter asking them both to come to the Manor urgently and McGonagall had Floo-called only a few minutes ago to say that they would be there as soon as she fetched Madam Pomfrey from the infirmary.
Harry sighed quietly, wondering not only what McGonagall and Pomfrey would think of him being pregnant, but also what sort of poking and prodding he would have to endure from the nurse.
Leakey suddenly popped into the room. "Masters, your guests have arrived," he announced.
Draco nodded and stood up, facing the door as the two older women were led in by one of the other house-elves. They had agreed that Harry stay seated so as not to shock them too much at first.
Harry turned his head to look over at the door, but indeed remained seated.
Professor McGonagall's lips were very thin and white and she was frowning. "Mr. Malfoy," she said, sounding worried, "what is so urgent that you needed myself and Madam Pomfrey? Nothing looks to be out of order here. And you sent the message by owl." She looked over at Harry, frowning at him as well.
"We did not wish to upset you, but we do need to consult Madam Pomfrey on an important medical issue," he said. "Would you please both take a seat and I will have the elves bring tea." Draco used his best host voice and gestured to the chairs he had set up.
Harry took a quiet deep breath as Pomfrey and McGonagall sat down, both of them looking puzzled.
Professor McGonagall's eyes widened very slightly when she set them upon Harry, but she didn't say anything. Harry knew he didn't look so obviously pregnant while sitting; he only looked big.
Babb brought the tea and laid it out, and Draco went through the process of asking about and pouring it for each woman. He wasn't sure if he should start or Harry.
Harry took another deep breath. "We asked you here, Madam Pomfrey, because I'm going to need your help with, as Draco said, a medical issue. We asked you here, Professor, because we'll probably be needing Madam Pomfrey to visit us several times and we knew it would have to be cleared with you first."
"Are you ill, Mr. Potter?" Professor McGonagall asked, looking worried again.
"No," said Harry with a small sigh. "I'm pregnant." And he waited for the exclamations of disbelief.
Professor McGonagall raised both her eyebrows very high. "I did not come here to play games," she said. "Now please, tell us what the matter is."
Harry had known it would go this way. "I really am," he said, feeling like this was the hundredth time he'd had this same conversation.
Madam Pomfrey seemed more curious than disbelieving, studying Harry from where she sat, sipping her tea. She set the drink down. "You two both had a penchant for magical accidents even before you got together," she said.
Harry nodded, only slightly surprised that she was willing to believe it. "Perhaps it's magnified since," he said. "However it happened, it did, and that's what we called you here for. I'm not lying or playing any jokes."
Pomfrey nodded, but she looked to McGonagall, seemingly waiting for her reaction.
Draco sat back, watching the two. "You know about Ancestral Magic?" he asked.
Professor McGonagall turned her confused-looking expression from Harry to Draco. She looked like she thought all of this was nonsense. "Yes, of course," she said to Draco.
"Then you know that Malfoy Manor is meant to promote the Malfoy line," he said. "And I think you are already aware of Harry's wild magic."
"And you're saying that made him pregnant?" she asked, putting emphasis on the word 'him'. "I've never heard of such a thing."
"But do you admit that it makes sense?" Harry said. "My magic and the Manor's combined to make me pregnant. Draco says that it's why the Manor accepted me as his spouse. It knew that we would somehow be able to produce an heir. It started working on putting Draco and I together soon after I decided I wanted a baby one day."
Professor McGonagall stared very hard at Harry for several moments. "And you're certain of all this?"
"Very certain," said Harry. "Not only is there all that evidence, but Draco can actually feel the baby inside me. Also, I am growing."
"Headmistress," Pomfrey said at this point, "I believe I can answer the question for you. If I can examine him." She seemed to be waiting for permission from both McGonagall and Harry when she finished.
Harry's eyes flashed to the woman. "Erm, what exactly will this examination include?" he asked. "I'll let you do it, of course, but I'd just like to know beforehand."
"Well, there are several spells to check for pregnancy," Madam Pomfrey explained. "It's not like I haven't faced that problem among students at Hogwarts in the past. And there are spells to check the health of mother, or in this case, parent and child."
Harry was quite relieved with that. He nodded. "All right."
Professor McGonagall was staring between them.
Pomfrey held her wand but waited, looking at the Headmistress for permission.
"Well, you should do it then, Poppy," McGonagall said, nodding.
Pomfrey stood and then cast a spell. She hummed as Harry's belly glowed softly. "Well, that's a positive," she said. "Now if you would lift your shirt, Mr. Potter."
Harry grasped the hem of his once much too big t-shirt, and pulled it up, revealing the very round curve of his stomach. He flushed, feeling a bit odd.
Professor McGonagall's eyes widened. "You really aren't lying, are you?" she muttered quietly, and though the question was to Harry, she seemed to be speaking to herself.
Pomfrey knelt beside the couch. "I need to examine you," she told Harry. "You should lie back."
Harry glanced at Draco as he did as told, still feeling odd. He stared up at the ceiling, letting his hands rest on either side of himself.
Pomfrey laid her hand on his belly, pressing gently but firmly in various spots. After a minute, she smiled as the baby pressed back. "Someone is awake," she said pleasantly.
Harry glanced at Draco again, smiling slightly this time. "He's hardly stopped kicking me in the last few days," he said.
Draco smiled, beaming with love and joy at his husband. He had to hold back to keep from reaching to feel again.
"Would you two like to see your child?" Pomfrey asked.
Harry's eyes widened. "We can see?" he asked. He knew about ultrasounds in the Muggle world, but had never actually considered there might be a wizarding equivalent.
"Certainly," she said, smiling at his eager reaction.
Draco's eyes widened and he moved closer, perching on the arm of the sofa by Harry's feet.
Pomfrey then cast another spell and Harry's belly glowed again. This time it shimmered, Harry's skin becoming translucent and the outline of the baby beneath becoming more distinct.
Draco gasped, mouth falling open slightly as he got his first look at his son.
Harry quickly lifted himself on his elbows, his mouth open as well as he stared down at his belly.
"My goodness," said Professor McGonagall quietly.
Harry laughed amazedly, looking up at Draco for only a quick second before looking back down again.
"Beautiful," Draco said in an awed voice. "And definitely a boy," he added with a smirk.
Harry grinned widely. "Yes, but we knew," he said, wishing he could touch the baby.
As they watched, a little leg extended, kicking out against Harry's body. Then the glow began to fade, the image of the baby fading with it back into Harry's flesh.
Draco looked into his husband's face, wanting at that moment to take him into his arms and snog him senseless. He let his feelings show in his eyes.
Harry felt very much the same and shivered at Draco's look, feeling absolutely awestruck.
Professor McGonagall actually seemed a bit choked up. "This is one of the most amazing things I have ever heard of," she said.
Pomfrey nodded then seemed to recover first. "The child does appear to be quite healthy," she said. "He appears nearly fully developed. Do you know what date conception occurred?"
"Well, it was in November," Harry answered after a moment, reluctantly taking his eyes from Draco.
Draco licked his lips, trying to refocus on the conversation but still unable to take his eyes off Harry. "Yes, mid-November," he said, "but he seems to be growing faster than usual."
Pomfrey nodded. "Quite a bit faster," she said. "And since Mr. Potter's body is not designed for this, the pregnancy does seem to be putting additional stress on his internal organs."
That got Draco's attention and his gaze shifted to her. He frowned.
Harry swallowed, sitting up more. "What does that mean?" he asked, getting slightly nervous.
"It means you are going to have to be careful and rest as much as possible," she said with a sigh. "I can work with Mr. Malfoy here on a program of potions to help your system."
Harry let out the breath he had been holding and nodded. "It'll be soon, won't it? The birth?"
"I think so," she said, then frowned again, glancing at Draco.
Draco knew what she was thinking by the look.
"It might be better to contact an actual midwife," she said. "I haven't the experience in births, especially one that will take additional skill."
Harry bit his lip. It was still a mystery to him how any of this was going to work. "We'll have to talk about it," he said slowly. "We're trying to keep this as much of a secret as we can."
"Well, with the Headmistress's permission and yours, I will do what I can to help," she said. "This really is unprecedented."
Harry nodded, as did Professor McGonagall. "I certainly understand the need for secrecy," she said, "and Madam Pomfrey has my full permission to come here for checking on you and helping with whatever she can." She nodded to Madam Pomfrey. "I won't speak a word of it."
"Thanks, Professor," said Harry. "Thanks, both of you." He was still feeling a little nervous about the internal organ thing, especially after what Snape had said, but he took deep breaths and kept repeating Draco's words in his head. The Manor's and his own magic would not have done this if it weren't possible.
After some discussion of potions and how to contact her in an emergency, Draco escorted Pomfrey and McGonagall to the door of the sitting room. He then returned quickly to his husband's side, kneeling next to the sofa.
Harry had dropped onto his back again, his shirt still pulled up. He turned his head to look at Draco. "This will all be okay," he said, and though it technically wasn't a question, it sort of was.
Draco lay his right hand on Harry's belly and bent to kiss him. "Yes," he whispered against his husbands lips before pressing his to them.
Harry sighed, kissing back. He let one hand rest with Draco's on his stomach and the other he placed on the back of Draco's neck.
Draco kissed his husband, licking and sucking on his lips. He could feel their son's magical signature under the firm flesh his hand rested upon.
Harry flicked his tongue against Draco's. He could hardly believe they had actually gotten to see their son, and, Merlin, he loved his husband. So much. They had made the baby inside him. It was so very, very real.
Draco slid his tongue over Harry's lips, touching the tip to the tip of his lover's tongue. He shivered at the contact, lost in his love for Harry and their child.
Harry didn't feel up to Apparating at the moment, and didn't want to. He simply wanted Draco right where he was. "You should lock the door and widen the couch or something," he whispered. "Because I want you right now, at this very second."
Draco chuckled, pulling his wand and casting the spells to lock the door. He smirked down at this husband. "How do you want it, love?" he said in a voice already husky with desire.
"I want you inside me," Harry answered, eyes glazed over. "I want to just lay here and get fucked." He smiled, his cock already hardening.
"As you wish," Draco said, smiling. Wand still in hand, he cast the charm to remove their clothing and then widened the sofa. "Lie with your arse at the edge," he told his husband.
Harry scooted to comply, letting his legs hang down for the moment as he stared up at Draco happily and lazily. He didn't know why he was suddenly so tired, and he knew he would take a nap after this undoubtedly wonderful sex.
Draco knelt beside the sofa still, now between his lover's legs. He smiled at the amazing image of Harry with his hard cock and his round belly. Draco took hold of Harry's ankles and brought them up until Harry's feet were resting on Draco's own shoulders. He used his wand to adjust the height of the sofa and then cast the Lube Spell before wrapping slick fingers around his husband's erection.
Harry gasped and almost immediately started trying to thrust into Draco's hand.
Draco chuckled. "You said you wanted to just lie there," he pointed out, sliding his fingers slowly up and down the length of flesh.
"What I say and what actually happens sometimes differ," Harry managed, closing his eyes and gasping again. "Especially when it comes to you with a hand on my cock."
"Does that mean you don't want me to fuck you now?" Draco asked, teasing. He cupped Harry's arse with his silver hand, squeezing gently.
Harry bit his lip tightly with the feeling of Draco's hand still moving slowly over him and the other one now on his arse. "No, that is not what that means at all," he said, letting out a quiet moan.
"Good," Draco said with a grin. "Because I want to feel myself inside you. I want you to feel me." He moved closer as he said it, his erection brushing against Harry's thigh. Then he used his silver hand to spread lube over his own length before pressing slick fingers against his lover's opening.
"Mmm, fuck, yes," Harry said, moaning again. "Inside." He pushed down a little, wanting Draco to press his fingers in.
Smooth silver fingers slid into Harry's opening and Draco gasped at the sensation, his cock twitching in response. His hand on Harry's cock faltered briefly before resuming stroking. He moved both hands in time with each other.
Harry threw his head back, licking his lips and panting slightly. "Draco," he gasped, "I want you in me so fucking bad."
"And you get what you want," Draco answered, pulling his silver fingers out and positioning the head of his cock against that slick, tight hole. Then he pressed forward, breaching his lover's body with a moan.
Harry grasped his own hair with his hand, and then the couch, and then his hair again, letting out a deep groan. "Oh, fuck," he whispered, toes curling.
"Yes, love, yes," Draco said, agreeing and encouraging as he slid forward, feeling that tight heat and pressure grasping his cock.
Harry opened his eyes again, trying to focus them. He looked at Draco, reaching to run a hand up his body.
Draco leaned over his lover, pressing Harry's legs up as he did. He placed a kiss on Harry's belly as he looked up at him. Then he flexed his hips, withdrawing part way and then thrusting forward.
Harry let out a strange laugh as the baby kicked then. He moaned again, moving to meet Draco's thrusts as best he could.
"You are so beautiful," Draco crooned, flexing his hips again as he began a steady rhythm. His hand on Harry's cock was trapped between his lover's body and his own, but he still managed to stroke in time with his thrusts.
Harry smiled, his lips parted as he was rocked with Draco's thrusts. "Yes, Draco," he moaned.
"I swear I will take care of you," Draco gasped. "My love, trust in us. Trust me."
Harry was panting as he met Draco's eyes, his own filling with unshed tears. "I know you will," he whispered. "I do trust you. More than anything or anyone."
Draco smiled, grey eyes dark with pleasure as he picked up the pace, thrusting faster, rocking into Harry's body. "Yes, love," he gasped, "bring us."
Harry closed his eyes again, gasping with pleasure at Draco's words. He always loved the fact that they came together nearly every time. As Draco thrust harder and faster into him, with his hand also still on his cock, Harry knew he would reach completion very soon. He arched, and the movement made his sore back hurt a small bit, but it was nothing next to the sensation that surged through his body a moment later. He came, spilling his seed onto Draco's hand and himself, panting, gasping, and moaning with his release.
There was nothing else like that rush of pleasure and magic that Harry's orgasm brought in Draco. He threw his head back and cried out his pleasure as Harry's body spasmed around his cock and magic crackled over them. Under his hand, he felt their child's magic pulse with the flare as well.
Harry's chest was still heaving and he ran a hand over his sweaty face, effectively knocking his glasses crooked, but he didn't bother with fixing them for the moment. He smiled again, floating in bliss as always.
Draco was still panting as he looked down, smiling at his husband.
Harry slowly opened his eyes and stretched his arms out. "Draco, you are perfect," he said, and then the baby kicked him yet again. "And he is definitely still awake." He grinned.
Draco gasped as he slid back, pulling gently from his husband's body and then lying forward a bit to rest his cheek against Harry's belly. "Soon, my son," he spoke against that flesh. "We will see you soon."
***
In the next several weeks, Harry's back hurt even more and he was increasingly tired. He now spent most of his time in the sitting room or in bed, and Madam Pomfrey made frequent visits to the Manor. Draco was propped up beside Harry in bed, reading again. He and Hermione had spent most of the day going over notes they had made from the research journals.
Harry took another bite of the sandwich he was eating. All he seemed to do anymore was eat, sleep and have sex. "What're you reading?" he asked, leaning over a bit to get a look at whatever it was in Draco's hands.
Draco smiled, glancing at him. "Latin Grammar and Compendium of Names," he intoned.
"Names?" Harry asked, smiling as well. "Anything good in there?"
Draco nodded, marking his place with his finger. "Actually, I have a couple I wanted to discuss with you," he said.
"Hmm," Harry hummed, scooting closer to Draco. "What are they?" he asked, interested.
"Well, I considered Flavian, but we don't know the hair colour," he said.
Harry made a face at that name. "I don't like it anyway," he said. "What's it mean?"
Draco smirked. "Fair-haired."
Harry snorted. "So you're certain this kid's going to be a full-out Malfoy, eh?" he teased, grinning.
"Aubin is essentially the same meaning as well," Draco teased.
"Next," Harry said, raising an eyebrow. He snorted again.
"Corbin would work if his hair was your colour," Draco continued, "but naming someone for their hair colour seems trivial."
Harry nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it does," he said. "Anything else you came up with?"
"A name that means strong, valorous and healthy," Draco answered. "Valentine."
Harry raised an eyebrow again. "Valentine?" he asked. "Doesn't that make you think of ... Valentine's day?"
"Well, the feast of Valentine is an old custom for celebrating love," Draco said, "and the name is a powerful one."
"I guess ...." said Harry slowly, but he still wasn't convinced. "You don't think he'd get teased in school for being called Valentine?"
"At Hogwarts?" Draco raised an eyebrow at that. "And he can go by Valen if you prefer."
Harry nodded appreciatively at that, thinking. "Hmm, I actually like that," he said. "Valen. Sounds good."
"And for a middle name," Draco said, "I had in mind a name that honours you. Especially since he will have my surname."
Harry smiled. "What?" he asked, laying a hand on his stomach.
"Leander." Draco smirked. "It means lion man."
Harry grinned broadly. "Oh, he will so be a Gryffindor," he said.
Draco snorted. "So you agree with the names then?" he asked.
Harry nodded. "Yeah I like them," he said, kissing Draco on the cheek. "Valentine Leander Malfoy. Valen for short. Sounds like quite a name." He smiled.
"A good strong one." Draco nodded, setting aside his book and reaching to lay his hand on Harry's belly. He spread his fingers to entwine his with Harry's.
Harry grinned as the baby picked that moment to kick.
Draco scooted down until his face was level with Harry's belly. "Valentine," he said, raising his voice a little. "Valentine, are you going to be as much of a troublemaker as your father here?" he asked.
Harry eyes shown with emotion as he smiled down at Draco. He felt the baby kick again, responding to Draco's voice. He jumped as another kick seemed to be rather near his bladder.
"I am sure that was a yes." Draco smirked. "Just as long as you remember you are my son too," he said to Harry's belly.
Harry snorted. "I don't know how he could possibly forget that," he said.
"Good." Draco smiled, kissing Harry's belly.
Chapter Title: At First Sight
Words: 3802 Words
Though it had only been a couple days since Harry and Draco had seen Snape, Harry was sure he had grown even more in the short amount of time. His back felt like it was going to split right in half, his feet hurt constantly, and he went through sudden bouts of being very hot, which annoyed him terribly. He was utterly sick of being pregnant and wanted the baby to come already, while, of course, also being afraid of the moment when that would happen.
Harry was currently on the sofa in the sitting room by the fire, waiting with Draco for Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey. They had decided to take Snape's advice about seeing Pomfrey, but also needed McGonagall, as she would need a reason for allowing the school nurse to be out and travelling to Malfoy Manor. Draco had sent them a letter asking them both to come to the Manor urgently and McGonagall had Floo-called only a few minutes ago to say that they would be there as soon as she fetched Madam Pomfrey from the infirmary.
Harry sighed quietly, wondering not only what McGonagall and Pomfrey would think of him being pregnant, but also what sort of poking and prodding he would have to endure from the nurse.
Leakey suddenly popped into the room. "Masters, your guests have arrived," he announced.
Draco nodded and stood up, facing the door as the two older women were led in by one of the other house-elves. They had agreed that Harry stay seated so as not to shock them too much at first.
Harry turned his head to look over at the door, but indeed remained seated.
Professor McGonagall's lips were very thin and white and she was frowning. "Mr. Malfoy," she said, sounding worried, "what is so urgent that you needed myself and Madam Pomfrey? Nothing looks to be out of order here. And you sent the message by owl." She looked over at Harry, frowning at him as well.
"We did not wish to upset you, but we do need to consult Madam Pomfrey on an important medical issue," he said. "Would you please both take a seat and I will have the elves bring tea." Draco used his best host voice and gestured to the chairs he had set up.
Harry took a quiet deep breath as Pomfrey and McGonagall sat down, both of them looking puzzled.
Professor McGonagall's eyes widened very slightly when she set them upon Harry, but she didn't say anything. Harry knew he didn't look so obviously pregnant while sitting; he only looked big.
Babb brought the tea and laid it out, and Draco went through the process of asking about and pouring it for each woman. He wasn't sure if he should start or Harry.
Harry took another deep breath. "We asked you here, Madam Pomfrey, because I'm going to need your help with, as Draco said, a medical issue. We asked you here, Professor, because we'll probably be needing Madam Pomfrey to visit us several times and we knew it would have to be cleared with you first."
"Are you ill, Mr. Potter?" Professor McGonagall asked, looking worried again.
"No," said Harry with a small sigh. "I'm pregnant." And he waited for the exclamations of disbelief.
Professor McGonagall raised both her eyebrows very high. "I did not come here to play games," she said. "Now please, tell us what the matter is."
Harry had known it would go this way. "I really am," he said, feeling like this was the hundredth time he'd had this same conversation.
Madam Pomfrey seemed more curious than disbelieving, studying Harry from where she sat, sipping her tea. She set the drink down. "You two both had a penchant for magical accidents even before you got together," she said.
Harry nodded, only slightly surprised that she was willing to believe it. "Perhaps it's magnified since," he said. "However it happened, it did, and that's what we called you here for. I'm not lying or playing any jokes."
Pomfrey nodded, but she looked to McGonagall, seemingly waiting for her reaction.
Draco sat back, watching the two. "You know about Ancestral Magic?" he asked.
Professor McGonagall turned her confused-looking expression from Harry to Draco. She looked like she thought all of this was nonsense. "Yes, of course," she said to Draco.
"Then you know that Malfoy Manor is meant to promote the Malfoy line," he said. "And I think you are already aware of Harry's wild magic."
"And you're saying that made him pregnant?" she asked, putting emphasis on the word 'him'. "I've never heard of such a thing."
"But do you admit that it makes sense?" Harry said. "My magic and the Manor's combined to make me pregnant. Draco says that it's why the Manor accepted me as his spouse. It knew that we would somehow be able to produce an heir. It started working on putting Draco and I together soon after I decided I wanted a baby one day."
Professor McGonagall stared very hard at Harry for several moments. "And you're certain of all this?"
"Very certain," said Harry. "Not only is there all that evidence, but Draco can actually feel the baby inside me. Also, I am growing."
"Headmistress," Pomfrey said at this point, "I believe I can answer the question for you. If I can examine him." She seemed to be waiting for permission from both McGonagall and Harry when she finished.
Harry's eyes flashed to the woman. "Erm, what exactly will this examination include?" he asked. "I'll let you do it, of course, but I'd just like to know beforehand."
"Well, there are several spells to check for pregnancy," Madam Pomfrey explained. "It's not like I haven't faced that problem among students at Hogwarts in the past. And there are spells to check the health of mother, or in this case, parent and child."
Harry was quite relieved with that. He nodded. "All right."
Professor McGonagall was staring between them.
Pomfrey held her wand but waited, looking at the Headmistress for permission.
"Well, you should do it then, Poppy," McGonagall said, nodding.
Pomfrey stood and then cast a spell. She hummed as Harry's belly glowed softly. "Well, that's a positive," she said. "Now if you would lift your shirt, Mr. Potter."
Harry grasped the hem of his once much too big t-shirt, and pulled it up, revealing the very round curve of his stomach. He flushed, feeling a bit odd.
Professor McGonagall's eyes widened. "You really aren't lying, are you?" she muttered quietly, and though the question was to Harry, she seemed to be speaking to herself.
Pomfrey knelt beside the couch. "I need to examine you," she told Harry. "You should lie back."
Harry glanced at Draco as he did as told, still feeling odd. He stared up at the ceiling, letting his hands rest on either side of himself.
Pomfrey laid her hand on his belly, pressing gently but firmly in various spots. After a minute, she smiled as the baby pressed back. "Someone is awake," she said pleasantly.
Harry glanced at Draco again, smiling slightly this time. "He's hardly stopped kicking me in the last few days," he said.
Draco smiled, beaming with love and joy at his husband. He had to hold back to keep from reaching to feel again.
"Would you two like to see your child?" Pomfrey asked.
Harry's eyes widened. "We can see?" he asked. He knew about ultrasounds in the Muggle world, but had never actually considered there might be a wizarding equivalent.
"Certainly," she said, smiling at his eager reaction.
Draco's eyes widened and he moved closer, perching on the arm of the sofa by Harry's feet.
Pomfrey then cast another spell and Harry's belly glowed again. This time it shimmered, Harry's skin becoming translucent and the outline of the baby beneath becoming more distinct.
Draco gasped, mouth falling open slightly as he got his first look at his son.
Harry quickly lifted himself on his elbows, his mouth open as well as he stared down at his belly.
"My goodness," said Professor McGonagall quietly.
Harry laughed amazedly, looking up at Draco for only a quick second before looking back down again.
"Beautiful," Draco said in an awed voice. "And definitely a boy," he added with a smirk.
Harry grinned widely. "Yes, but we knew," he said, wishing he could touch the baby.
As they watched, a little leg extended, kicking out against Harry's body. Then the glow began to fade, the image of the baby fading with it back into Harry's flesh.
Draco looked into his husband's face, wanting at that moment to take him into his arms and snog him senseless. He let his feelings show in his eyes.
Harry felt very much the same and shivered at Draco's look, feeling absolutely awestruck.
Professor McGonagall actually seemed a bit choked up. "This is one of the most amazing things I have ever heard of," she said.
Pomfrey nodded then seemed to recover first. "The child does appear to be quite healthy," she said. "He appears nearly fully developed. Do you know what date conception occurred?"
"Well, it was in November," Harry answered after a moment, reluctantly taking his eyes from Draco.
Draco licked his lips, trying to refocus on the conversation but still unable to take his eyes off Harry. "Yes, mid-November," he said, "but he seems to be growing faster than usual."
Pomfrey nodded. "Quite a bit faster," she said. "And since Mr. Potter's body is not designed for this, the pregnancy does seem to be putting additional stress on his internal organs."
That got Draco's attention and his gaze shifted to her. He frowned.
Harry swallowed, sitting up more. "What does that mean?" he asked, getting slightly nervous.
"It means you are going to have to be careful and rest as much as possible," she said with a sigh. "I can work with Mr. Malfoy here on a program of potions to help your system."
Harry let out the breath he had been holding and nodded. "It'll be soon, won't it? The birth?"
"I think so," she said, then frowned again, glancing at Draco.
Draco knew what she was thinking by the look.
"It might be better to contact an actual midwife," she said. "I haven't the experience in births, especially one that will take additional skill."
Harry bit his lip. It was still a mystery to him how any of this was going to work. "We'll have to talk about it," he said slowly. "We're trying to keep this as much of a secret as we can."
"Well, with the Headmistress's permission and yours, I will do what I can to help," she said. "This really is unprecedented."
Harry nodded, as did Professor McGonagall. "I certainly understand the need for secrecy," she said, "and Madam Pomfrey has my full permission to come here for checking on you and helping with whatever she can." She nodded to Madam Pomfrey. "I won't speak a word of it."
"Thanks, Professor," said Harry. "Thanks, both of you." He was still feeling a little nervous about the internal organ thing, especially after what Snape had said, but he took deep breaths and kept repeating Draco's words in his head. The Manor's and his own magic would not have done this if it weren't possible.
After some discussion of potions and how to contact her in an emergency, Draco escorted Pomfrey and McGonagall to the door of the sitting room. He then returned quickly to his husband's side, kneeling next to the sofa.
Harry had dropped onto his back again, his shirt still pulled up. He turned his head to look at Draco. "This will all be okay," he said, and though it technically wasn't a question, it sort of was.
Draco lay his right hand on Harry's belly and bent to kiss him. "Yes," he whispered against his husbands lips before pressing his to them.
Harry sighed, kissing back. He let one hand rest with Draco's on his stomach and the other he placed on the back of Draco's neck.
Draco kissed his husband, licking and sucking on his lips. He could feel their son's magical signature under the firm flesh his hand rested upon.
Harry flicked his tongue against Draco's. He could hardly believe they had actually gotten to see their son, and, Merlin, he loved his husband. So much. They had made the baby inside him. It was so very, very real.
Draco slid his tongue over Harry's lips, touching the tip to the tip of his lover's tongue. He shivered at the contact, lost in his love for Harry and their child.
Harry didn't feel up to Apparating at the moment, and didn't want to. He simply wanted Draco right where he was. "You should lock the door and widen the couch or something," he whispered. "Because I want you right now, at this very second."
Draco chuckled, pulling his wand and casting the spells to lock the door. He smirked down at this husband. "How do you want it, love?" he said in a voice already husky with desire.
"I want you inside me," Harry answered, eyes glazed over. "I want to just lay here and get fucked." He smiled, his cock already hardening.
"As you wish," Draco said, smiling. Wand still in hand, he cast the charm to remove their clothing and then widened the sofa. "Lie with your arse at the edge," he told his husband.
Harry scooted to comply, letting his legs hang down for the moment as he stared up at Draco happily and lazily. He didn't know why he was suddenly so tired, and he knew he would take a nap after this undoubtedly wonderful sex.
Draco knelt beside the sofa still, now between his lover's legs. He smiled at the amazing image of Harry with his hard cock and his round belly. Draco took hold of Harry's ankles and brought them up until Harry's feet were resting on Draco's own shoulders. He used his wand to adjust the height of the sofa and then cast the Lube Spell before wrapping slick fingers around his husband's erection.
Harry gasped and almost immediately started trying to thrust into Draco's hand.
Draco chuckled. "You said you wanted to just lie there," he pointed out, sliding his fingers slowly up and down the length of flesh.
"What I say and what actually happens sometimes differ," Harry managed, closing his eyes and gasping again. "Especially when it comes to you with a hand on my cock."
"Does that mean you don't want me to fuck you now?" Draco asked, teasing. He cupped Harry's arse with his silver hand, squeezing gently.
Harry bit his lip tightly with the feeling of Draco's hand still moving slowly over him and the other one now on his arse. "No, that is not what that means at all," he said, letting out a quiet moan.
"Good," Draco said with a grin. "Because I want to feel myself inside you. I want you to feel me." He moved closer as he said it, his erection brushing against Harry's thigh. Then he used his silver hand to spread lube over his own length before pressing slick fingers against his lover's opening.
"Mmm, fuck, yes," Harry said, moaning again. "Inside." He pushed down a little, wanting Draco to press his fingers in.
Smooth silver fingers slid into Harry's opening and Draco gasped at the sensation, his cock twitching in response. His hand on Harry's cock faltered briefly before resuming stroking. He moved both hands in time with each other.
Harry threw his head back, licking his lips and panting slightly. "Draco," he gasped, "I want you in me so fucking bad."
"And you get what you want," Draco answered, pulling his silver fingers out and positioning the head of his cock against that slick, tight hole. Then he pressed forward, breaching his lover's body with a moan.
Harry grasped his own hair with his hand, and then the couch, and then his hair again, letting out a deep groan. "Oh, fuck," he whispered, toes curling.
"Yes, love, yes," Draco said, agreeing and encouraging as he slid forward, feeling that tight heat and pressure grasping his cock.
Harry opened his eyes again, trying to focus them. He looked at Draco, reaching to run a hand up his body.
Draco leaned over his lover, pressing Harry's legs up as he did. He placed a kiss on Harry's belly as he looked up at him. Then he flexed his hips, withdrawing part way and then thrusting forward.
Harry let out a strange laugh as the baby kicked then. He moaned again, moving to meet Draco's thrusts as best he could.
"You are so beautiful," Draco crooned, flexing his hips again as he began a steady rhythm. His hand on Harry's cock was trapped between his lover's body and his own, but he still managed to stroke in time with his thrusts.
Harry smiled, his lips parted as he was rocked with Draco's thrusts. "Yes, Draco," he moaned.
"I swear I will take care of you," Draco gasped. "My love, trust in us. Trust me."
Harry was panting as he met Draco's eyes, his own filling with unshed tears. "I know you will," he whispered. "I do trust you. More than anything or anyone."
Draco smiled, grey eyes dark with pleasure as he picked up the pace, thrusting faster, rocking into Harry's body. "Yes, love," he gasped, "bring us."
Harry closed his eyes again, gasping with pleasure at Draco's words. He always loved the fact that they came together nearly every time. As Draco thrust harder and faster into him, with his hand also still on his cock, Harry knew he would reach completion very soon. He arched, and the movement made his sore back hurt a small bit, but it was nothing next to the sensation that surged through his body a moment later. He came, spilling his seed onto Draco's hand and himself, panting, gasping, and moaning with his release.
There was nothing else like that rush of pleasure and magic that Harry's orgasm brought in Draco. He threw his head back and cried out his pleasure as Harry's body spasmed around his cock and magic crackled over them. Under his hand, he felt their child's magic pulse with the flare as well.
Harry's chest was still heaving and he ran a hand over his sweaty face, effectively knocking his glasses crooked, but he didn't bother with fixing them for the moment. He smiled again, floating in bliss as always.
Draco was still panting as he looked down, smiling at his husband.
Harry slowly opened his eyes and stretched his arms out. "Draco, you are perfect," he said, and then the baby kicked him yet again. "And he is definitely still awake." He grinned.
Draco gasped as he slid back, pulling gently from his husband's body and then lying forward a bit to rest his cheek against Harry's belly. "Soon, my son," he spoke against that flesh. "We will see you soon."
***
In the next several weeks, Harry's back hurt even more and he was increasingly tired. He now spent most of his time in the sitting room or in bed, and Madam Pomfrey made frequent visits to the Manor. Draco was propped up beside Harry in bed, reading again. He and Hermione had spent most of the day going over notes they had made from the research journals.
Harry took another bite of the sandwich he was eating. All he seemed to do anymore was eat, sleep and have sex. "What're you reading?" he asked, leaning over a bit to get a look at whatever it was in Draco's hands.
Draco smiled, glancing at him. "Latin Grammar and Compendium of Names," he intoned.
"Names?" Harry asked, smiling as well. "Anything good in there?"
Draco nodded, marking his place with his finger. "Actually, I have a couple I wanted to discuss with you," he said.
"Hmm," Harry hummed, scooting closer to Draco. "What are they?" he asked, interested.
"Well, I considered Flavian, but we don't know the hair colour," he said.
Harry made a face at that name. "I don't like it anyway," he said. "What's it mean?"
Draco smirked. "Fair-haired."
Harry snorted. "So you're certain this kid's going to be a full-out Malfoy, eh?" he teased, grinning.
"Aubin is essentially the same meaning as well," Draco teased.
"Next," Harry said, raising an eyebrow. He snorted again.
"Corbin would work if his hair was your colour," Draco continued, "but naming someone for their hair colour seems trivial."
Harry nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it does," he said. "Anything else you came up with?"
"A name that means strong, valorous and healthy," Draco answered. "Valentine."
Harry raised an eyebrow again. "Valentine?" he asked. "Doesn't that make you think of ... Valentine's day?"
"Well, the feast of Valentine is an old custom for celebrating love," Draco said, "and the name is a powerful one."
"I guess ...." said Harry slowly, but he still wasn't convinced. "You don't think he'd get teased in school for being called Valentine?"
"At Hogwarts?" Draco raised an eyebrow at that. "And he can go by Valen if you prefer."
Harry nodded appreciatively at that, thinking. "Hmm, I actually like that," he said. "Valen. Sounds good."
"And for a middle name," Draco said, "I had in mind a name that honours you. Especially since he will have my surname."
Harry smiled. "What?" he asked, laying a hand on his stomach.
"Leander." Draco smirked. "It means lion man."
Harry grinned broadly. "Oh, he will so be a Gryffindor," he said.
Draco snorted. "So you agree with the names then?" he asked.
Harry nodded. "Yeah I like them," he said, kissing Draco on the cheek. "Valentine Leander Malfoy. Valen for short. Sounds like quite a name." He smiled.
"A good strong one." Draco nodded, setting aside his book and reaching to lay his hand on Harry's belly. He spread his fingers to entwine his with Harry's.
Harry grinned as the baby picked that moment to kick.
Draco scooted down until his face was level with Harry's belly. "Valentine," he said, raising his voice a little. "Valentine, are you going to be as much of a troublemaker as your father here?" he asked.
Harry eyes shown with emotion as he smiled down at Draco. He felt the baby kick again, responding to Draco's voice. He jumped as another kick seemed to be rather near his bladder.
"I am sure that was a yes." Draco smirked. "Just as long as you remember you are my son too," he said to Harry's belly.
Harry snorted. "I don't know how he could possibly forget that," he said.
"Good." Draco smiled, kissing Harry's belly.