Visions of an Empath

Chapter 28

Harry scowled irritably as the house-elf popped out of the room. He sighed and wearily rubbed his aching back. He suddenly tossed the covers aside and slid carefully out of the bed. Pulling on his pyjamas, he decided that if his mates wouldn’t come to him, he would just have to go to them.

Keeping a firm grip on the bannister, Harry carefully walked down the stairs, keeping a sharp eye out for Lucius and Severus. He wasn’t supposed to navigate the stairs on his own, and they would throw a fit of major proportions when they found out. It was their own fault, though. What else was he to do? His back was killing him, and he needed a pregnancy friendly pain potion. Unfortunately, the only ones who knew which ones were safe were too busy for him. According to the house-elf, Daisy, Severus was in his bloody lab, and Lucius was off at Diagon Alley doing Merlin knew what. Draco had left yesterday to visit Luna.

Luck was with him. Sort of. Harry reached the bottom of the stairs safely just as a sharp pain shot through his back and stomach. He groaned and leaned against the bannister, trying to ride out the pain. It finally abated, and Harry gasped in relief. Of course, that relief only lasted a mere moment as Severus stepped into the foyer.

Severus saw the pregnant teen at the foot of the stairs and scowled worriedly. “Harry, what are you doing down here?” He walked up to Harry and wrapped his arm around the brunet’s waist. He froze, however, when he felt how hard Harry’s stomach was. “Bloody hell! You’re in labour! Why in Merlin’s name didn’t you call for me?”

“What?” asked Harry blankly. He wasn’t in labour. He just had a backache. He wasn’t ready to go into labour yet.

Severus shook his head in exasperation and lifted Harry into his arms. “Lucius, get a medi-witch here as quickly as possible. Harry’s in labour,” he shouted as he carried the pregnant teen back upstairs.

“Apparently, Lucius isn’t here. Daisy said he went to Diagon Alley,” said Harry.

Severus growled under his breath. What the bloody hell was Lucius thinking? He knew very well that Harry could go into labour at any time, and he was off gallivanting in Diagon Alley. Almost as if the blond heard him, the sharp crack of apparition sounded in the foyer. A moment later, Lucius came into view.

Seeing the pained grimace on Harry’s face, he rushed toward the two brunet’s. “What happened? Are you hurt?”

“He’s in labour, you moron,” snapped Severus. “You call a medi-witch while I carry him back upstairs.”

Lucius paled at the news. “A medi-witch is useless when it comes to drake births, Severus. Wizarding magic doesn’t work, remember?” He took a deep breath and squared his shoulders. “We’ll just have to do it ourselves.”

“It’s just a backache,” said Harry insistently, starting to panic at the thought of being in labour, especially considering Lucius’ last proclamation. He wanted a professional to oversee his delivery, damn it! What if something went wrong?

“Yeah? And how long have you had this backache?” asked Severus irritably.

“Since I woke up this morning,” Harry replied, wincing as Severus’ arms tightened around him.

“You’ve been in pain for over six hours and didn’t think to tell anyone?” growled Severus darkly. “Why didn’t you have a bloody house-elf get us for you?”

“I tried,” said Harry peevishly, his panic completely overridden by his previous annoyance. “But apparently you were both too busy for me. I asked Toffee to get one of you shortly after I awoke, and neither of you ever showed up. I asked Mitzy to get one of you two hours later, and you didn’t show up then either. I sent Daisy after Lucius at lunchtime, but he was at Diagon Alley for some reason, so I sent her to get Severus, but he was in the middle of a very delicate potion and couldn’t be disturbed. I finally just gave up and came downstairs myself to find you only to get yelled at for doing so.”

Severus sighed wearily. “I was in the middle of brewing your wolf’s monthly potion. Why didn’t you call for Draco?”

Harry snorted. “Draco left yesterday to visit Luna and hasn’t been back since. I thought you were more observant than that, Severus.”

Severus ignored the irritable jibe and gently placed Harry on the bed. He carefully pulled the teen’s pyjama pants off, but as he reached for the pyjama top, Harry groaned in pain and rolled to his side, arms wrapped around his stomach as a strong contraction racked his frame. When the pain eased, he slowly rolled back onto his back, panting for breath.

“Okay, that hurt,” he said slowly.

“You’re in labour, Harry. Of course it hurt,” said Severus wryly. He quickly pulled off the teen’s shirt and froze in shock. A long slit had appeared across Harry’s stomach, running horizontally through his belly button. Several droplets of blood were already beading along the cut. He looked at Lucius worriedly.

“Is that normal, Lucius?” he asked softly so as not to worry Harry.

Lucius stared at his mate’s belly and just shrugged helplessly. “I don’t know. There is no record of a male Earth Drake giving birth in the Malfoy records. I haven’t the faintest idea on what to do now.”

“So we’re going into this completely blind,” said Severus with forced calm. Well, this was just bloody perfect. Harry was in labour and neither he nor Lucius knew how to deliver a drake baby.

Harry suddenly gave a choked scream, clenching his fists in the bedding, and the slit on his stomach widened further, blood sliding down the sides of his stomach. Severus and Lucius could only look on helplessly as the slit opened a little bit wider with each contraction until finally the slit was completely open, revealing a soft egg-like sac.

Lucius, acting purely on instinct, quickly pushed Severus aside and pulled the egg sac from Harry’s body. He delicately cut the sac open and lifted the infant free from his former home, cleaning out the child’s mouth and nose so he could breathe properly. His efforts were immediately rewarded with a loud wail from his son.

Severus quickly shook himself from his stupor and raised his wand to heal the cut on Harry’s stomach only to find it closing on its own, leaving a thin pink scar. He looked at Harry in surprise, but the teen was looking at his stomach in dazed shock. However, when the baby gave his first cry, Harry’s gaze shot toward the sound. He struggled to sit, smiling gratefully when Severus helped him, and immediately held out his arms demandingly. Lucius obligingly handed over the child with a tender smile.

Harry smiled mistily down at the baby. He was the most beautiful creature Harry had ever seen. A small tuft of pale blond hair graced the infant’s head, and dark blue eyes blinked sleepily for mere seconds before closing in sleep.

Severus sat down beside Harry and gently traced the baby’s cheek. “He’s beautiful, Harry. What shall we name him?”

Lucius sat down on Harry’s other side and gazed down at his son proudly. “What do you think of the name Orion in honour of your godfather? Or we can even honour the Black tradition and name him Corvus.”

Severus grimaced slightly at the mere mention of that particular Marauder. He actually didn’t mind the name, though, even if it was the mutt’s middle name. However, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t offer his own suggestions. “What about Cassius? Or perhaps Marius?”

“I like Corvus Orion Malfoy,” said Lucius insistently.

“Well, I like Cassius Septimus Potter,” said Severus stubbornly.

Harry’s lips quirked in amusement. It was quite funny to see the two men arguing over baby names. He looked down at the baby and whispered, “Your papas are so funny, aren’t they? If they can’t come to an agreement soon, I’ll just have to name you James Sirius Malfoy.”

That caught their attention. Lucius and Severus immediately stopped arguing with each other and turned to Harry with a horrified scowl. “We are not naming our baby James Sirius!” said Lucius adamantly.

Severus nodded in agreement. He’d be damned if he let Harry name their child that Merlin forsaken name. James Potter and Sirius Black had tormented him enough.

“Then I assume you’ve come to an agreement on what we should name the baby,” said Harry with an arched brow.

“Cassius Orion Malfoy,” they stated simultaneously.

Harry smirked at his two mates before smiling down at the baby. “Then Cassius Orion Malfoy it is. Welcome to the family, Cassius.”

***

Luna gasped in surprise and turned toward Draco with a beaming smile. “The Lightning Child has finally arrived.”

“What? Are you serious?” asked Draco incredulously. “Damn it! It figures he would go into labour the first time I’m actually not home.” He hurried to the fireplace and tossed a handful of floo powder into the flames. He started to step into the flames before he realised that Luna was still all the way across the room. “Aren’t you coming?”

Luna shook her head with a dreamy smile. “This first meeting is special, Draco. I’ll come by tomorrow morning.” She walked up to Draco and kissed him on the cheek. “Now go. You have a baby brother to greet.”

Draco smiled at the reminder and stepped into the flames, calling out, “Malfoy Manor!” When he stepped out of the fireplace, Draco was surprised to see his father’s study in such disarray. Obviously, the elder Malfoy had been a trifle rattled when Harry went into labour. Of course, Harry was the only one who could destroy the famed Malfoy composure so easily.

Draco hurried upstairs to Harry’s room and stopped in the doorway, watching the tender scene before him. Impatient to greet his little brother, he cleared his throat noisily and stepped into the room. “You just love spiting me, don’t you, Harry? You just had to wait until the one time I left the Manor to have the baby. And if Luna hadn’t told me, I still wouldn’t know.”

Harry grinned at the blond. “It’s a gift. Now come meet your brother. We’ve named him Cassius Orion Malfoy.”

Draco walked over to the bed, staring down at the bundle in Harry’s arms curiously. “He definitely takes after you. He’s a scrawny little thing, isn’t he?”

Harry rolled his eyes at the jibe. “He’s a newborn, Draco. He’ll grow.” He gestured toward the bed. “Sit down, and I’ll let you hold him.”

Draco gingerly sat down on the bed, nervousness churning inside of him. He’d never held a baby before. He needn’t have worried, though. Harry gently placed the baby in his arms, showing him how to hold the infant properly, and Draco was immediately captivated.

“I hate to admit it, Harry, but you make cute kids,” said Draco teasingly. “He’s got the Malfoy blond hair, but the face is all you. He’ll probably have your green eyes, too.”

“Harry didn’t make that child alone, you know,” said Lucius irritably. “I contributed to his creation, as well.”

“Yeah, I don’t want to know that,” said Draco, face scrunching in disgust. “I have no desire to know anything about my father’s sex life, thank you very much.” He looked back at Harry. “Have you told Granger and Weasel yet?”

“I just gave birth like twenty minutes ago, Draco. I haven’t exactly had the time,” said Harry wryly. Cassius began whimpering and fussing, and Harry took the baby back from the blond. “Why don’t you make yourself useful and do that now while I feed Cassius?”

“I see how it is. I’ve been demoted to messenger boy,” muttered Draco as he got off the bed.

“Oh, quit your whingeing. You got to meet him first, didn’t you?” asked Severus irritably.

“Keep your knickers on. I’m going already,” said Draco, smirking at the vampire when Severus growled at him. However, when Severus pulled his wand, Draco ran out of the run with a startled yelp.

Draco went back to the study and floo-called the Burrow. “Hey, Weasel! Granger! Anyone there?”

A moment later, Molly walked into the room and knelt in front of the fireplace. “Draco? Is something wrong?”

“Not really. Harry just had the baby is all,” said Draco casually. “They named him Cassius Orion Malfoy.”

“Hermione! Ron! Harry had the baby! I’ll be at Malfoy Manor if you need anything!” shouted Molly. She turned back toward the fireplace with a determined scowl. “Move out of the way. I’m coming through.”

Draco knew better than to argue and quickly did as she asked. A second later, Molly stepped out of the fireplace. “He’s on the second floor, East wing, first bedroom on the right.” As Molly hurried out of the room, Draco shook his head in bemusement and turned back toward the fireplace. Of course, Hermione and Ron still weren’t present.

“Those irritating prats. I guess I’ll just have to floo to the Burrow and drag them back myself,” sighed Draco.

Draco flooed to the Burrow, but there was no one downstairs to greet him. Stomping up the stairs, he pushed open every door he passed in his search for Ron and Hermione. Unfortunately, he finally found them.

“My eyes! I never ever, ever wanted to see Weasley’s naked arse!” screamed Draco, slamming the door back. “Harry, I hate you for doing this to me.”

A few minutes later, Hermione opened the door, wearing only a bathrobe. “What the hell are you doing here, Draco? What do you want?”

Draco scowled at the girl. “Do you actually think I want to be here? Harry just thought you might like to meet his newborn son. But if you’re too busy...”

“Harry had the baby?” squealed Hermione excitedly. “Oh, I can’t wait to meet him.” She started to run out of the room, but Draco quickly grabbed her arm.

“You might want to get dressed first. A bathrobe isn’t exactly proper attire for an outing.”

Hermione looked down at what she was wearing and blushed furiously, slamming the door in Draco’s face. She hurriedly got dressed and tossed Ron his clothes, rushing around the room excitedly. She couldn’t wait to meet the baby.

Ron just stared at Hermione in bemusement. One minute they were going at it hot and heavy, and the next, they were rudely interrupted by Draco’s girlish screams. Now his girlfriend was rushing around the room, squealing about babies.

“Hurry up, Ronald. Harry had the baby, and I want to see him,” demanded Hermione with a pointed glare.

Knowing there was no changing her mind, Ron reluctantly got dressed. Hermione smiled brightly and pulled several wrapped gifts out of the closet, piling them in Ron’s arms. Ron scowled down at the presents. “What’s all this, Hermione?”

“Gifts for the baby,” said Hermione happily. She grabbed two more wrapped gifts. “And these are for Harry’s birthday.”

“But his birthday is still two weeks away,” said Ron in bemusement.

“I know, but he’ll be busy with the baby, so I thought I’d go ahead and give them to him today,” said Hermione reasonably. “Now let’s go.” She pulled Ron out of the bedroom and headed down stairs. “Oh, I can’t wait to see the baby. I bet he’s absolutely adorable.”

“Of course he is. He’s a Malfoy,” said Draco smugly.

“Please, Merlin, let him take after the Potter side of the family,” Ron quietly prayed. He had enough blond gits to deal with as it was.

***

Molly rushed into the bedroom and smiled at the sight that greeted her. Harry lay in the centre of the bed with the baby resting comfortably on his chest. Lucius was curled around the brunet protectively, and Severus was lying on Harry’s other side, gently stroking the baby’s back.

Harry smiled wearily at the Weasley matron. “Come meet your grandson. We’ve named him Cassius Orion Malfoy.”

As Molly walked toward the bed, Severus sat up and lifted the baby into his arms. He kissed Cassius on the forehead and reluctantly handed the baby to Molly.

Molly cooed at the baby in her arms. “He’s absolutely beautiful, Harry. A perfect blend of you and Lucius.” The baby blinked open his big blue eyes, and Molly smiled widely. “Oh, I hope he has your gorgeous green eyes. They would look positively stunning with that pale blond hair.” She looked back at Harry. “Is he a drake, as well?”

Harry nodded. “Yeah, he’s definitely a drake. We think he may actually be a Lightning Drake. Luna seems certain of it, at least. I’m inclined to believe her, though. She’s rarely wrong about these things.”

“When will he be able to transform?” asked Molly curiously. She could just imagine a tiny little drake flying around the room.

“Not until his magical maturity,” said Lucius smoothly. He was surprised to see a disappointed look cross Molly’s face. What was that all about?

“Aw, that’s too bad. A baby drake flying around would be simply adorable,” said Molly.

Harry burst out laughing. That was so typical of Molly.

“Well, I see that Mum didn’t waste any time getting her hands on the baby,” said Ron wryly, standing by the door with Hermione and Draco.

Hermione simply squealed slightly and rushed to Molly’s side. “Oh, he’s adorable. What’s his name?”

“Cassius Orion Malfoy,” sighed Severus. Apparently, they just needed to monogram the name on his damn blanket to keep from having to repeat fifty thousand times a day.

“He’s blond,” said Ron with a grimace. “He looks just like Harry’s baby picture, though. Good job, Harry.”

Harry just grinned at his friend. Ron would never change. As he watched his chosen family gather around his son, he felt a swell of contentment rush through. With so many people who already loved him, Cassius would never feel the pain and loneliness his father had been forced to endure.

Five Years Later

“Daddy, guess what?” asked Cassius with a delighted grin.

Harry smiled down at his excited son. “What?”

“Aunty Luna and Uncle Draco are coming to visit, and they’re bringing Scorpius with them,” said Cassius.

“Is that so? Well, I’m sure you and Scorpius will have lots have fun together,” said Harry fondly.

“But not with Corvus. Aunty Luna says he’s too little to play with us,” said Cassius with a pout.

“Well, Corvus is only one. He’s still got a little growing to do before he can play the same games you and Scorpius play,” said Harry reasonably.

Cassius rested his ear against Harry’s swollen stomach. “When’s my little sister going to be born?”

Harry laughed softly. “Not for another two months. This little one isn’t a drake like we are. She takes after her Papa Severus.” Cassius sighed in disappoint, and Harry smiled and ruffled Cassius’ hair. “Cheer up, Cash. Aunty Hermione and Uncle Ron are coming to visit, as well. And you know what that means.”

“The newest Weasley brood will be coming with them,” said Severus dryly, hugging Harry from behind. “I still can’t believe Weasley and Granger have managed to spawn five brats in as many years.”

“I can’t believe they decided to try for another one after having the triplets,” said Lucius wryly.

Cassius wrinkled his nose. “They’re girls anyway. Who wants to play with girls?”

Harry snickered at the proclamation. “You might change your mind when you’re older.”

“Nuh uh,” said Cassius firmly. “Girls are no fun at all.”

“Boys are definitely more fun,” Severus whispered warmly in Harry’s ear, pressing his hips firmly against his mate’s arse.

Harry’s cheeks flushed, and his breath caught in his throat.

“Daddy, your face is all red. Are you sick?” asked Cassius curiously.

“Daddy’s just feeling a little warm and needs to lie down for a bit. Why don’t you go downstairs and ask Toffee to make some warm biscuits for you and Scorpius?” Lucius suggested calmly.

“Okay,” said Cassius eagerly. “Hope you feel better soon, daddy.” With a happy smile, Cassius ran out of the room.

As soon as Cassius was out of the room, Lucius shut and locked the door before turning toward Harry with a predatory smile. “We’ll make you feel better, Harry. Won’t we, Severus?”

“Blissful even,” Severus replied. With a quick swish of his wand, he banished Harry’s robes. Another flick and his and Lucius’ clothes were gone, as well. “Do you feel better yet, Harry?”

Harry swallowed hard and pressed his arse back against Severus’ hard cock. “Actually, I think I might have a fever. I need something to help cool me down.”

Lucius cupped Harry’s face in his hand and pulled the brunet into a deep, passionate kiss. “I’m afraid the fever will have to get worse before it can get better,” he said against Harry’s kiss-swollen lips.

Harry suddenly yelped in surprise as Severus abruptly lifted him into his arms and carried him to the bed. In the next instant, Harry found himself braced on his hands and knees with Severus’ tongue buried in his arse. Harry moaned softly and buried his face in the covers to muffle his cries. That didn’t last long, though, because Lucius pulled his upper body into his lap.

“Naughty, Harry. You know that isn’t allowed. If you want your mouth muffled, I’ll give you something to fill it,” purred Lucius.

Harry groaned at the wicked promise and eagerly took Lucius’ cock into his mouth. He groaned around the hard length in his mouth when Severus pushed a long finger inside his arse, brushing teasingly against his prostate, while his tongue lapped delicately around his entrance. Another finger joined the first, thrusting twice before leaving completely.

Severus quickly slicked up his cock and pressed it against Harry’s entrance, pushing inside slowly. Merlin, he loved the feeling of his mate’s hot, tight arse hugging his dick so snugly. He pulled back slowly and slammed back in, making Harry arch his back with a muffled scream of pleasure.

Lucius groaned and thrust further in Harry’s mouth. The only thing better than being in Harry’s mouth like this was being buried to the hilt in Harry’s arse. “That’s it, lovely. Scream for Severus. Show us how much you like our cocks inside you.”

Harry groaned and sucked Lucius’ shaft even harder. He loved it when his mates dominated him like this. Severus held his hips in a tight grip as he thrust into him deeply while Lucius had his hand fisted in his hair, guiding the rhythm of Harry’s head as he eagerly sucked the hard shaft. That alone was almost enough bring him to release. What did it, though, was when Lucius delicately pinched his sensitive nipples. The combined feeling of Severus pounding his prostate and his nipples being pinched brought Harry over the edge, and he screamed out his release.

Feeling Harry clench around him, Severus growled and thrust twice more before spilling his seed deep in Harry’s arse. He heard a choked snarl and looked up to see Lucius thrust upward as he pulled Harry’s head down, forcing Harry to swallow around his cock to avoid gagging. Lucius came with a garbled groan, spurting down Harry’s throat. Panting for breath, he reluctantly withdrew his spent cock from Harry’s mouth, groaning when he saw the brunet’s swollen mouth.

“Merlin, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, pulling Harry up into a slow kiss. He gently broke the kiss and settled them both more comfortably on the bed. “I love you, Harry.”

Harry just gave him a tired, sated smile and relaxed in his arms. “I love you, too, Lucius. You becoming a drake was the best thing to ever happen to me. I gained you as a mate, and...”

“And what about me?” asked Severus, laying down on Harry’s other side. “I love you just as much as Lucius does.”

“And I love you, as well, Severus,” said Harry with a smile. “The last five years have been the happiest of my life, and I owe it all to you and Lucius. Thank you both for loving me.”

“Anytime, Harry,” said Lucius solemnly.

“Anytime,” Severus repeated.

The End