A Heart So Ravenous (Sequel to A Love So Belated)
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Chapter 26: Sons and Stars
Chapter Number/Total: 26/44
Chapter Title: Sons and Stars
Words: 3451 Words
Harry helped Draco out of the fireplace in the kitchen, his eyes still unbelieving. He didn't know how he had gone from such elation knowing they had twins, to feeling this muted, intense fear.
Narcissa had come before them, her eyes red and puffy, though she had stopped crying now. She was still pale.
Draco pointed toward a chair, still too wretchedly sick from Floo travel to speak and hoping Harry would get it.
Harry felt very odd, like he couldn't function right or wasn't functioning right, but he did move to help Draco into the chair, a blank frown in place.
Draco sat panting, waiting for the dizziness to abate and the other two people in his life to react.
"Draco," Narcissa said calmly, perching herself on the edge of a chair where she could see her son. "This is very, very serious. I am not trying to patronise you, but it really is. I know it is."
Harry didn't say anything, standing by Draco's side.
"I know," the blond said, hands automatically going to his belly again.
Narcissa frowned, opened her mouth, and then closed it, looking at her hands. "You could ... You ... could ... di-" She didn't look up, and didn't finish.
Harry gripped the back of Draco's chair tightly.
"Sit down beside me, Harry," Draco said.
Harry's knuckles were white and it took him a moment to process what Draco had said. He finally let go of the chair and pulled another out for himself, sitting stiffly.
"I think ..." Narcissa said quietly to Draco. "I think you should come and stay with me."
Harry looked up at her.
Draco sighed, shaking his head. He kept his attention on his lover for the moment. He knew what his mother would say. But what he was waiting for was the shock to wear off and Harry's feelings to surface.
Harry glanced back down, looking at his hands on the table. "I don't know what to do," he said, his voice quiet and even a bit hard.
"You are going to help me give birth to two beautiful sons," Draco said quietly. "That's what I want. What I need."
"But what do I do if -" Harry wondered if he could finish the sentence. "What do I do if something happens to you?"
Draco glanced at his mother, but returned his attention to Harry. "You will take care of our sons," he said. "I don't even have to ask you to promise that. I know you will."
Harry trembled. "But I can't live without you," he whispered. "I can't, Draco."
Draco shifted so he was facing Harry and took both his hands in his own. "I don't intend to die. But if it happens, I know you. You will do the right thing. You will love them and protect them."
Harry shook again, taking his hands from Draco's to hold his face. He stared into his eyes for a long moment. "Yes, I would," he whispered, and though he was fighting it, he refused to cry.
Draco smiled, his heart feeling full as he gazed into those deep green eyes and saw the effort there to hold back. "We have both done the impossible before," he whispered. "I have the one person I could never have. I have your love. After that, anything is possible."
Harry pulled Draco gently against his own body, one hand sliding up into his soft hair and the other moving down to press against his back. "You can do it," he whispered.
Draco relaxed into his lover's arms, the hard mound of his belly pressed between them. It felt right, like they could protect the baby boys with their love.
Harry stroked Draco's back, holding him, and Narcissa seemed to know they needed a few moments to themselves and sat quietly waiting.
Draco was able to forget anything could ever be wrong when he was in Harry's arms. His pale hands petted his lover's back and he nuzzled the side of his face. He didn't know how to answer his mother yet, so he waited for Harry to be ready to deal with the practical issues involved.
Harry finally pulled back after what felt like, and probably was, several minutes. He felt a little better, a little calmer, and stroked Draco's hair away from his face. "I love you," he said quietly.
"Good," Draco smirked. "Did you see them? Aren't they wondrous?"
Harry took in a deep breath and managed to smile a little. "More than," he said truthfully.
Draco's eyes lit with his excitement when he talked about their children. He looked between Harry and Narcissa, smiling. "I already know what to name them, too."
Narcissa's eyes looked shiny again, but she too managed a small smile as she listened to Draco.
"Names?" Harry said softly.
Draco nodded. "Our sons' names."
Harry felt a shiver of happiness at the words 'our sons'. "What have you thought of?" he asked. He hadn't thought of any names at all yet. How could Draco have two right away?
Draco grinned at his mother then. "Caelum and Corvus," he said firmly.
Narcissa's smile grew. "Black tradition," she said.
"Stars?" Harry said, knowing enough Blacks to know that a lot of them had been named after stars.
"Yes, constellations," Draco agreed. "And I like the meanings of them too."
"Meanings?" Harry asked.
"Corvus – the crow," said Narcissa. "And Caelum – the sculptor's chisel."
Draco smiled at his mother. She seemed to like them and that was important to him. He looked to see if Harry did.
"Caelum and Corvus," Harry repeated quietly. He smiled again. "Yes, I like them."
Narcissa smiled as well.
Draco ran his fingers through Harry's hair, smoothing it back. "And their surname?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.
Harry frowned in thought. That was another thing he'd forgotten about. "Well ... I – I don't know," he said. "What do you think?"
"They will be Malfoy heirs, but your name would help them, given what has happened. Should we combine them?" Draco asked, looking to his mother to to see what she thought.
"They are your children, my love," Narcissa said gently.
"I think we could do that," said Harry. "Combine them."
"Potter-Malfoy?" Draco asked.
The corner of Harry's mouth turned up. "Yes, that sounds nice," he said.
Draco had expected there to be a fight when they got home. Maybe the fight would come later. For now, at least, he was pleased but tired. "I think I need to lie down," he said.
Harry stood. "Let me carry you," he said sternly. "And I'm serious."
Draco rolled his eyes but nodded. "You'll need a charm," he said. "We're getting pretty heavy." He patted his stomach.
Harry smiled a little again, pulling his wand to perform the charm.
Narcissa stood as well. "I think I'll go back to the Manor for now," she said. "But I'll be here tomorrow. We can discuss other matters then."
"Thank you, Mother," Draco said reaching a hand to her.
She took it as always. "I love you, Draco," she said, bending to hug him. "Take care of yourself, and my grandbabies," she said softly in his ear before kissing his cheek.
"Yes, Mother," he said, smiling.
She cupped Draco’s face for a moment and then turned, patting Harry's arm before leaving through the Floo.
Harry sighed, using his wand on Draco to lighten him and then scooping him into his arms.
Draco wrapped his arms around his lover's neck and sighed happily while he carried him through their house.
Harry held Draco securely, taking him up the stairs and then gently lowering him onto their bed. "Are the pillows good?" he asked, taking the charm off before reaching to remove Draco's shoes.
Draco nodded, unbuttoning his shirt while his lover helped him with the rest of his clothes. He watched him carefully as he did. He was always watching Harry.
"The blankets?" Harry asked. "Will they be good too? Need another? Are you cold?" He reached to unfasten Draco's trousers.
Draco could see the pain in his lover's eyes and would have done nearly anything to stop it, but he wouldn’t replace one pain with another. "Will you lie with me for a while?" he asked.
Harry glanced up at Draco as he slid his trousers and shorts off him. "Yes," he answered.
Draco shifted to take the shirt off and then lay on his side, sighing when it relieved the pressure inside him.
Harry took his own clothes off swiftly and then got onto the bed, lying on his side to face Draco.
Draco reached fingers to caress Harry's face, smiling softly at him as they snuggled under the blankets.
Harry reached a hand to lay it on Draco's belly, his other arm under his own head.
"I think they are tired," Draco said softly. "This was a big day for them."
"They," Harry said quietly. "They are in there. I just hope they take it easy on their dad."
"I can’t wait to see them in your arms," Draco said, emotion welling up so strong he felt his eyes water.
Harry moved on the bed, pressing as closely to Draco as he could. He stroked his belly gently and slowly. "They'll be here," he whispered.
The blond tilted his face, gently kissing Harry and feeling almost overwhelmed by the sweetness of it.
Harry kissed back softly, reaching his free hand to touch blond hair. "And they'll be beautiful," he whispered. "And perfect. And ours."
"Beautiful, perfect, ours," Draco echoed, whispering against his lover's mouth.
"Corvus and Caelum," Harry breathed, still stroking Draco's belly where their two little boys lay.
"I hope they look like us," Draco smiled.
"Well, I should think so," Harry said with a small laugh.
Draco smirked but it was interrupted by a yawn.
Harry smiled at him, pushing his hair back again. "Go to sleep, baby," he said, kissing him again.
For a change, Draco did as he was told.
Harry lay awake, watching Draco, and when his breathing had evened, he slid down the bed until his face was level with Draco's belly. "Really, boys," he whispered, voice pained. "Go easy on your dad."
***
Harry led Narcissa down the hallway to the sitting room when she arrived, where Draco was lying down on the sofa. She sat down in a chair near him, smiling and giving his hair a quick stroke. "Feeling okay?"
"Better today," he said, reaching to take her hand in his.
"Good," she said, giving her hand.
Harry sat down at Draco's feet, where he had been rubbing them before he'd gone to get the door. He'd never been more glad for a Saturday. He didn't know what he would have done if he'd had to go in to the Ministry right after a day like the previous had been.
Draco smiled contentedly. Two of the three most important people in his life were with him. He frowned then, missing his father, but he pushed the thought away. Soon he would be a father. Damn the risks, he thought.
"I know we didn't actually get to talk about it yesterday," Narcissa began, "but have you given any thought to what I said? I really do think it would be better for you to be with me – what, with Harry at the Ministry all day."
Draco looked up fondly at her. "I want to remain in my home, here with Harry," he said.
She frowned and sighed. "But he won't even be here most of the time," she said. "And I'm not saying he couldn't come as well. Of course he could." She looked over at Harry.
Harry frowned thoughtfully. "Well," he said slowly. "She has a point about me not being here."
"Kreacher can get either one of you if I need help," Draco answered.
"Kreacher," Narcissa said, waving her hand to dismiss that. "You should have someone with you. I'll come here if you don't want to come to the Manor."
"You can visit," Draco nodded. "Though I will need my rest too."
Narcissa sighed again, looking like she wanted to argue, but she didn't. "I suppose I'll take what I can get."
"I know, and soon you will have grandsons to play with," Draco tried to soothe her.
She looked at Draco sternly but her lips twitched a bit.
Harry smiled and shook his head.
After a moment, Narcissa cleared her throat and sat a little straighter. "I ... wrote Father this morning," she said. "Before I came."
Draco's eyes widened. "About?" he asked cautiously.
"Oh, I didn't tell him about, well, about this." She gestured to Draco's belly. "I told him that ... you were ill."
Draco huffed and shook his head. He hadn't spoken, or even written, to his father since that letter nearly a year ago. Nor had Lucius attempted to contact him.
Narcissa looked sadly at Draco. "He asks about you often," she said. "He worries. He's just ... stubborn. And I had to tell him something." She looked at her hands for a moment.
Draco felt guilty for upsetting his mother. He frowned, a hand going to his belly. "Don't tell him about them. Not until they are here," he reminded her.
"I know," she said quietly. "I know he would find that ... hard to understand."
Draco felt one of those little jolts again as one of the twins kicked or shoved inside. It brought a smile to his face. He took his mother's hand and laid it on his belly, pressing it there so she could feel.
She smiled warmly, her eyes sparkling. "It is very hard to believe," she said.
Harry smiled too and rubbed Draco's leg absently, watching them.
Draco moved her hand down a bit. "I think that is a foot," he said.
Her smile grew. "Yes," she said. "I think it is. Father will be happy, if I know him, and I know him better than he knows himself." She looked up at Draco's face again. "He will need time to get used to them, but he will get used to them. You should have seen him when he felt you for the first time. He tried to pretend he wasn't excited, but you know how that vein throbs in his neck." She laughed.
Draco smiled, nodding. He loved hearing his mother talk about their family.
She shook her head. "And then he kept asking when you would move – you know – because he had to make sure he was going to have a healthy heir." She rolled her eyes. "Not because he wanted to feel his son." She smiled and shook her head again. "He loves you very much, and sometimes I know it doesn't seem like it, but it is unconditional."
Draco wanted to believe that, especially now. But it was hard. His father always seemed to be pushing him, wanting more and never satisfied with him. He patted her hand. "I'm glad," he said. "I love him too."
"I know you do," she said, kissing Draco's forehead.
***
Narcissa stayed for a few hours more and Harry and Draco had lunch with her. When she left it was because she had promised her presence at some committee meeting or something of the sort.
They had all remained in the sitting room the whole time, since Draco couldn't move around, so Harry came back there once again when he'd shown Narcissa to the door.
Draco was lying on his side again, pillow under his head. He smiled at Harry.
Harry sat on the very edge of the couch up near Draco and rubbed his back with a hand. "Do you need anything?" he asked.
"Take me to bed?" Draco asked, smirking.
Harry raised an eyebrow at that. "Oh?" he said. "You tired?"
"Not exactly," Draco replied, a coy smile on his face.
Harry's expression was mostly unchanging, but he did smile a little and shake his head. "Fine," he said. "I'll take you up, but anything after that depends on how 'not exactly' you're feeling."
Draco lifted his arms, waiting for Harry to cast the charm and pick him up.
Harry did so and lifted Draco carefully, carrying him upstairs. Once he had Draco on the bed, he began to undress him and raised an eyebrow again when it came time to undress himself.
Draco grinned up at him. "Yes, love," he encouraged, giving a look that let Harry know how much he wanted him naked.
Harry shivered at the look, but had to remind himself that Draco wasn't exactly in the best condition. He stripped himself, inevitably getting aroused despite his thoughts, and climbed onto the bed, lying next to Draco.
Draco reached for his lover, one hand sliding down his chest and the other reaching to slide behind his neck. "Make love to me," he whispered.
Harry leant to kiss Draco. "Can you handle it?" he asked quietly. "I don't want to hurt you." Yes, he'd made love to Draco only two days ago, but he hadn't known how serious things were then.
"I can handle you," Draco said, grinning as his hand reached his lover's cock, fingers stroking him..
Harry smiled a little and let out half a groan. "You had better be sure," he said.
Draco's practised fingers stroked Harry's cock, and he leaned in to kiss him.
Harry released another groan and kissed Draco a little more seriously this time. He slid his own hand down Draco's body, over his stomach, and reached for his cock as well.
Draco nuzzled his lover's face and breathed over his ear. "Fuck my arse, my love," he said.
Harry flushed with pleasure at those words. "Yes," he whispered. "Turn on your side."
Draco rolled over, his back to Harry, but he looked back over his shoulder at him. "I want that thick cock inside me," he said.
"Oh, yes, baby," Harry moaned, turning slightly to toss his glasses on the table and Summon lube. Then he turned back and kissed Draco's neck, his fingers working to unscrew the cap.
Draco reached behind, grasping Harry's cock again while the man got the lube. He bent his upper leg, spreading himself as much as he could.
Harry moved in Draco's hand, dipping fingers into the slick liquid and then fumbling to close the jar again. "So beautiful," he whispered against Draco's skin, rubbing at his entrance and then slipping the first finger inside.
"Yesss," Draco hissed, trying to arch into his lover's touch as he pulled on Harry's cock.
Harry tried to prepare Draco quickly and gently, adding two more fingers and thrusting them inside him. "Mmm, baby, gonna fuck you," he breathed, still moving in Draco's hand.
"I need this thick cock inside me," Draco moaned, tugging on Harry's shaft.
Harry groaned low in his throat, sliding his fingers out of Draco and then moving them to take his erection from Draco. He pressed up against him, moving his cock along to find that opening, and then shifted his hips forward when he did.
"Oh, baby, yes," Draco said, trembling when he felt the head of Harry's cock breach him.
Harry trembled as well, pressing a hand over Draco's chest as he slid further inside him.
Draco moaned in pleasure, resting one hand on top of Harry's and the other back on his lover's hip.
Harry pressed his forehead to the first bump in Draco's spine as he pumped his hips, sliding his cock in and out of his lover's body. "So good," he panted. "Draco, fuck, so good."
Draco squeezed Harry's hip, rocking back into every thrust. "Yes, perfect inside me," Draco gasped. "Fuck me, baby, fill me."
Harry slid his hand down Draco's body again, over his belly, and reached for his cock as he moved his head to kiss the side of his face.
"Yes, baby," Draco said when he felt Harry's fingers touching his hard cock.
Harry matched his hand with his hips, thrusting harder and faster as he neared completion.
"Harry!" Draco cried out as he came, feeling the muscles below his cock tighten as he did.
Harry groaned again, allowing himself to let go then. "Fuck, Draco!" he shouted, throwing his head back and coming as well.
"Oh, baby, yes. I love it when you fill me," Draco gasped, hand patting his lover's hip.
Harry had to laugh at that, so he did, breathlessly. "I'm so ... glad I could ... be of service," he panted.
"Good," Draco said, chuckling. "Because I will never tire of this service."
Harry shook his head and smiled, kissing the side of Draco's face again.
Chapter Title: Sons and Stars
Words: 3451 Words
Harry helped Draco out of the fireplace in the kitchen, his eyes still unbelieving. He didn't know how he had gone from such elation knowing they had twins, to feeling this muted, intense fear.
Narcissa had come before them, her eyes red and puffy, though she had stopped crying now. She was still pale.
Draco pointed toward a chair, still too wretchedly sick from Floo travel to speak and hoping Harry would get it.
Harry felt very odd, like he couldn't function right or wasn't functioning right, but he did move to help Draco into the chair, a blank frown in place.
Draco sat panting, waiting for the dizziness to abate and the other two people in his life to react.
"Draco," Narcissa said calmly, perching herself on the edge of a chair where she could see her son. "This is very, very serious. I am not trying to patronise you, but it really is. I know it is."
Harry didn't say anything, standing by Draco's side.
"I know," the blond said, hands automatically going to his belly again.
Narcissa frowned, opened her mouth, and then closed it, looking at her hands. "You could ... You ... could ... di-" She didn't look up, and didn't finish.
Harry gripped the back of Draco's chair tightly.
"Sit down beside me, Harry," Draco said.
Harry's knuckles were white and it took him a moment to process what Draco had said. He finally let go of the chair and pulled another out for himself, sitting stiffly.
"I think ..." Narcissa said quietly to Draco. "I think you should come and stay with me."
Harry looked up at her.
Draco sighed, shaking his head. He kept his attention on his lover for the moment. He knew what his mother would say. But what he was waiting for was the shock to wear off and Harry's feelings to surface.
Harry glanced back down, looking at his hands on the table. "I don't know what to do," he said, his voice quiet and even a bit hard.
"You are going to help me give birth to two beautiful sons," Draco said quietly. "That's what I want. What I need."
"But what do I do if -" Harry wondered if he could finish the sentence. "What do I do if something happens to you?"
Draco glanced at his mother, but returned his attention to Harry. "You will take care of our sons," he said. "I don't even have to ask you to promise that. I know you will."
Harry trembled. "But I can't live without you," he whispered. "I can't, Draco."
Draco shifted so he was facing Harry and took both his hands in his own. "I don't intend to die. But if it happens, I know you. You will do the right thing. You will love them and protect them."
Harry shook again, taking his hands from Draco's to hold his face. He stared into his eyes for a long moment. "Yes, I would," he whispered, and though he was fighting it, he refused to cry.
Draco smiled, his heart feeling full as he gazed into those deep green eyes and saw the effort there to hold back. "We have both done the impossible before," he whispered. "I have the one person I could never have. I have your love. After that, anything is possible."
Harry pulled Draco gently against his own body, one hand sliding up into his soft hair and the other moving down to press against his back. "You can do it," he whispered.
Draco relaxed into his lover's arms, the hard mound of his belly pressed between them. It felt right, like they could protect the baby boys with their love.
Harry stroked Draco's back, holding him, and Narcissa seemed to know they needed a few moments to themselves and sat quietly waiting.
Draco was able to forget anything could ever be wrong when he was in Harry's arms. His pale hands petted his lover's back and he nuzzled the side of his face. He didn't know how to answer his mother yet, so he waited for Harry to be ready to deal with the practical issues involved.
Harry finally pulled back after what felt like, and probably was, several minutes. He felt a little better, a little calmer, and stroked Draco's hair away from his face. "I love you," he said quietly.
"Good," Draco smirked. "Did you see them? Aren't they wondrous?"
Harry took in a deep breath and managed to smile a little. "More than," he said truthfully.
Draco's eyes lit with his excitement when he talked about their children. He looked between Harry and Narcissa, smiling. "I already know what to name them, too."
Narcissa's eyes looked shiny again, but she too managed a small smile as she listened to Draco.
"Names?" Harry said softly.
Draco nodded. "Our sons' names."
Harry felt a shiver of happiness at the words 'our sons'. "What have you thought of?" he asked. He hadn't thought of any names at all yet. How could Draco have two right away?
Draco grinned at his mother then. "Caelum and Corvus," he said firmly.
Narcissa's smile grew. "Black tradition," she said.
"Stars?" Harry said, knowing enough Blacks to know that a lot of them had been named after stars.
"Yes, constellations," Draco agreed. "And I like the meanings of them too."
"Meanings?" Harry asked.
"Corvus – the crow," said Narcissa. "And Caelum – the sculptor's chisel."
Draco smiled at his mother. She seemed to like them and that was important to him. He looked to see if Harry did.
"Caelum and Corvus," Harry repeated quietly. He smiled again. "Yes, I like them."
Narcissa smiled as well.
Draco ran his fingers through Harry's hair, smoothing it back. "And their surname?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.
Harry frowned in thought. That was another thing he'd forgotten about. "Well ... I – I don't know," he said. "What do you think?"
"They will be Malfoy heirs, but your name would help them, given what has happened. Should we combine them?" Draco asked, looking to his mother to to see what she thought.
"They are your children, my love," Narcissa said gently.
"I think we could do that," said Harry. "Combine them."
"Potter-Malfoy?" Draco asked.
The corner of Harry's mouth turned up. "Yes, that sounds nice," he said.
Draco had expected there to be a fight when they got home. Maybe the fight would come later. For now, at least, he was pleased but tired. "I think I need to lie down," he said.
Harry stood. "Let me carry you," he said sternly. "And I'm serious."
Draco rolled his eyes but nodded. "You'll need a charm," he said. "We're getting pretty heavy." He patted his stomach.
Harry smiled a little again, pulling his wand to perform the charm.
Narcissa stood as well. "I think I'll go back to the Manor for now," she said. "But I'll be here tomorrow. We can discuss other matters then."
"Thank you, Mother," Draco said reaching a hand to her.
She took it as always. "I love you, Draco," she said, bending to hug him. "Take care of yourself, and my grandbabies," she said softly in his ear before kissing his cheek.
"Yes, Mother," he said, smiling.
She cupped Draco’s face for a moment and then turned, patting Harry's arm before leaving through the Floo.
Harry sighed, using his wand on Draco to lighten him and then scooping him into his arms.
Draco wrapped his arms around his lover's neck and sighed happily while he carried him through their house.
Harry held Draco securely, taking him up the stairs and then gently lowering him onto their bed. "Are the pillows good?" he asked, taking the charm off before reaching to remove Draco's shoes.
Draco nodded, unbuttoning his shirt while his lover helped him with the rest of his clothes. He watched him carefully as he did. He was always watching Harry.
"The blankets?" Harry asked. "Will they be good too? Need another? Are you cold?" He reached to unfasten Draco's trousers.
Draco could see the pain in his lover's eyes and would have done nearly anything to stop it, but he wouldn’t replace one pain with another. "Will you lie with me for a while?" he asked.
Harry glanced up at Draco as he slid his trousers and shorts off him. "Yes," he answered.
Draco shifted to take the shirt off and then lay on his side, sighing when it relieved the pressure inside him.
Harry took his own clothes off swiftly and then got onto the bed, lying on his side to face Draco.
Draco reached fingers to caress Harry's face, smiling softly at him as they snuggled under the blankets.
Harry reached a hand to lay it on Draco's belly, his other arm under his own head.
"I think they are tired," Draco said softly. "This was a big day for them."
"They," Harry said quietly. "They are in there. I just hope they take it easy on their dad."
"I can’t wait to see them in your arms," Draco said, emotion welling up so strong he felt his eyes water.
Harry moved on the bed, pressing as closely to Draco as he could. He stroked his belly gently and slowly. "They'll be here," he whispered.
The blond tilted his face, gently kissing Harry and feeling almost overwhelmed by the sweetness of it.
Harry kissed back softly, reaching his free hand to touch blond hair. "And they'll be beautiful," he whispered. "And perfect. And ours."
"Beautiful, perfect, ours," Draco echoed, whispering against his lover's mouth.
"Corvus and Caelum," Harry breathed, still stroking Draco's belly where their two little boys lay.
"I hope they look like us," Draco smiled.
"Well, I should think so," Harry said with a small laugh.
Draco smirked but it was interrupted by a yawn.
Harry smiled at him, pushing his hair back again. "Go to sleep, baby," he said, kissing him again.
For a change, Draco did as he was told.
Harry lay awake, watching Draco, and when his breathing had evened, he slid down the bed until his face was level with Draco's belly. "Really, boys," he whispered, voice pained. "Go easy on your dad."
***
Harry led Narcissa down the hallway to the sitting room when she arrived, where Draco was lying down on the sofa. She sat down in a chair near him, smiling and giving his hair a quick stroke. "Feeling okay?"
"Better today," he said, reaching to take her hand in his.
"Good," she said, giving her hand.
Harry sat down at Draco's feet, where he had been rubbing them before he'd gone to get the door. He'd never been more glad for a Saturday. He didn't know what he would have done if he'd had to go in to the Ministry right after a day like the previous had been.
Draco smiled contentedly. Two of the three most important people in his life were with him. He frowned then, missing his father, but he pushed the thought away. Soon he would be a father. Damn the risks, he thought.
"I know we didn't actually get to talk about it yesterday," Narcissa began, "but have you given any thought to what I said? I really do think it would be better for you to be with me – what, with Harry at the Ministry all day."
Draco looked up fondly at her. "I want to remain in my home, here with Harry," he said.
She frowned and sighed. "But he won't even be here most of the time," she said. "And I'm not saying he couldn't come as well. Of course he could." She looked over at Harry.
Harry frowned thoughtfully. "Well," he said slowly. "She has a point about me not being here."
"Kreacher can get either one of you if I need help," Draco answered.
"Kreacher," Narcissa said, waving her hand to dismiss that. "You should have someone with you. I'll come here if you don't want to come to the Manor."
"You can visit," Draco nodded. "Though I will need my rest too."
Narcissa sighed again, looking like she wanted to argue, but she didn't. "I suppose I'll take what I can get."
"I know, and soon you will have grandsons to play with," Draco tried to soothe her.
She looked at Draco sternly but her lips twitched a bit.
Harry smiled and shook his head.
After a moment, Narcissa cleared her throat and sat a little straighter. "I ... wrote Father this morning," she said. "Before I came."
Draco's eyes widened. "About?" he asked cautiously.
"Oh, I didn't tell him about, well, about this." She gestured to Draco's belly. "I told him that ... you were ill."
Draco huffed and shook his head. He hadn't spoken, or even written, to his father since that letter nearly a year ago. Nor had Lucius attempted to contact him.
Narcissa looked sadly at Draco. "He asks about you often," she said. "He worries. He's just ... stubborn. And I had to tell him something." She looked at her hands for a moment.
Draco felt guilty for upsetting his mother. He frowned, a hand going to his belly. "Don't tell him about them. Not until they are here," he reminded her.
"I know," she said quietly. "I know he would find that ... hard to understand."
Draco felt one of those little jolts again as one of the twins kicked or shoved inside. It brought a smile to his face. He took his mother's hand and laid it on his belly, pressing it there so she could feel.
She smiled warmly, her eyes sparkling. "It is very hard to believe," she said.
Harry smiled too and rubbed Draco's leg absently, watching them.
Draco moved her hand down a bit. "I think that is a foot," he said.
Her smile grew. "Yes," she said. "I think it is. Father will be happy, if I know him, and I know him better than he knows himself." She looked up at Draco's face again. "He will need time to get used to them, but he will get used to them. You should have seen him when he felt you for the first time. He tried to pretend he wasn't excited, but you know how that vein throbs in his neck." She laughed.
Draco smiled, nodding. He loved hearing his mother talk about their family.
She shook her head. "And then he kept asking when you would move – you know – because he had to make sure he was going to have a healthy heir." She rolled her eyes. "Not because he wanted to feel his son." She smiled and shook her head again. "He loves you very much, and sometimes I know it doesn't seem like it, but it is unconditional."
Draco wanted to believe that, especially now. But it was hard. His father always seemed to be pushing him, wanting more and never satisfied with him. He patted her hand. "I'm glad," he said. "I love him too."
"I know you do," she said, kissing Draco's forehead.
***
Narcissa stayed for a few hours more and Harry and Draco had lunch with her. When she left it was because she had promised her presence at some committee meeting or something of the sort.
They had all remained in the sitting room the whole time, since Draco couldn't move around, so Harry came back there once again when he'd shown Narcissa to the door.
Draco was lying on his side again, pillow under his head. He smiled at Harry.
Harry sat on the very edge of the couch up near Draco and rubbed his back with a hand. "Do you need anything?" he asked.
"Take me to bed?" Draco asked, smirking.
Harry raised an eyebrow at that. "Oh?" he said. "You tired?"
"Not exactly," Draco replied, a coy smile on his face.
Harry's expression was mostly unchanging, but he did smile a little and shake his head. "Fine," he said. "I'll take you up, but anything after that depends on how 'not exactly' you're feeling."
Draco lifted his arms, waiting for Harry to cast the charm and pick him up.
Harry did so and lifted Draco carefully, carrying him upstairs. Once he had Draco on the bed, he began to undress him and raised an eyebrow again when it came time to undress himself.
Draco grinned up at him. "Yes, love," he encouraged, giving a look that let Harry know how much he wanted him naked.
Harry shivered at the look, but had to remind himself that Draco wasn't exactly in the best condition. He stripped himself, inevitably getting aroused despite his thoughts, and climbed onto the bed, lying next to Draco.
Draco reached for his lover, one hand sliding down his chest and the other reaching to slide behind his neck. "Make love to me," he whispered.
Harry leant to kiss Draco. "Can you handle it?" he asked quietly. "I don't want to hurt you." Yes, he'd made love to Draco only two days ago, but he hadn't known how serious things were then.
"I can handle you," Draco said, grinning as his hand reached his lover's cock, fingers stroking him..
Harry smiled a little and let out half a groan. "You had better be sure," he said.
Draco's practised fingers stroked Harry's cock, and he leaned in to kiss him.
Harry released another groan and kissed Draco a little more seriously this time. He slid his own hand down Draco's body, over his stomach, and reached for his cock as well.
Draco nuzzled his lover's face and breathed over his ear. "Fuck my arse, my love," he said.
Harry flushed with pleasure at those words. "Yes," he whispered. "Turn on your side."
Draco rolled over, his back to Harry, but he looked back over his shoulder at him. "I want that thick cock inside me," he said.
"Oh, yes, baby," Harry moaned, turning slightly to toss his glasses on the table and Summon lube. Then he turned back and kissed Draco's neck, his fingers working to unscrew the cap.
Draco reached behind, grasping Harry's cock again while the man got the lube. He bent his upper leg, spreading himself as much as he could.
Harry moved in Draco's hand, dipping fingers into the slick liquid and then fumbling to close the jar again. "So beautiful," he whispered against Draco's skin, rubbing at his entrance and then slipping the first finger inside.
"Yesss," Draco hissed, trying to arch into his lover's touch as he pulled on Harry's cock.
Harry tried to prepare Draco quickly and gently, adding two more fingers and thrusting them inside him. "Mmm, baby, gonna fuck you," he breathed, still moving in Draco's hand.
"I need this thick cock inside me," Draco moaned, tugging on Harry's shaft.
Harry groaned low in his throat, sliding his fingers out of Draco and then moving them to take his erection from Draco. He pressed up against him, moving his cock along to find that opening, and then shifted his hips forward when he did.
"Oh, baby, yes," Draco said, trembling when he felt the head of Harry's cock breach him.
Harry trembled as well, pressing a hand over Draco's chest as he slid further inside him.
Draco moaned in pleasure, resting one hand on top of Harry's and the other back on his lover's hip.
Harry pressed his forehead to the first bump in Draco's spine as he pumped his hips, sliding his cock in and out of his lover's body. "So good," he panted. "Draco, fuck, so good."
Draco squeezed Harry's hip, rocking back into every thrust. "Yes, perfect inside me," Draco gasped. "Fuck me, baby, fill me."
Harry slid his hand down Draco's body again, over his belly, and reached for his cock as he moved his head to kiss the side of his face.
"Yes, baby," Draco said when he felt Harry's fingers touching his hard cock.
Harry matched his hand with his hips, thrusting harder and faster as he neared completion.
"Harry!" Draco cried out as he came, feeling the muscles below his cock tighten as he did.
Harry groaned again, allowing himself to let go then. "Fuck, Draco!" he shouted, throwing his head back and coming as well.
"Oh, baby, yes. I love it when you fill me," Draco gasped, hand patting his lover's hip.
Harry had to laugh at that, so he did, breathlessly. "I'm so ... glad I could ... be of service," he panted.
"Good," Draco said, chuckling. "Because I will never tire of this service."
Harry shook his head and smiled, kissing the side of Draco's face again.