Guilty as Sin

CHAPTER 29

“This is ridiculous!” Harry flopped down ungraciously onto the bed beside Draco who was casually flipping through the latest Quidditch Monthly magazine. It had been almost a month and a half since Harry’s season had ended and already he was on edge. It had taken a while to sink in that he could possibly be having a baby but now that it had he was seriously stressed out.

“Well he did say it would take a while to go through your system Harry.” Harry groaned and covered his face with his hands as Draco smiled down at him from behind the magazine before going back to the Westham Mayhem seeker who was this month’s centerfold.

“It’s just not fair.” Harry moaned pitifully as the images from his latest nightmare engulfed his mind. Of late Harry had been having awful dreams, most involving an alien like creature exploding from his stomach mid way through Transfiguration. Draco sighed and put his magazine aside finding it impossible to concentrate with Harry moping around like death as he had been for the past month.

“No, what’s not fair Harry, is that when Severus comes back from the meeting of the dumbass’s society I am going to have to deal with his mood.” Harry frowned deeply up at Draco, who was staring down at him pointedly.

“I thought you said you could handle it for a month?” Harry inquired cautiously having distinctively remembered the blonde reassuring Harry that he’d be able to handle Snape alone for a month.

“Yes but that was before I knew he was going to get summoned every night!” Draco stressed as he glared down at Harry by his side. “My arse looks like a fucking plum, it’s so bruised, and let’s not talk about how my toilet habits are suffering because of this, I think I’ve stopped bleeding only to be split from crack to back all over again!” Harry bit his lip guiltily as Draco got up from the bed and stormed over to the dresser his back turned to Harry.

“Sorry.” Harry whispered his gaze firmly fixed on where he was twisting his hands together nervously in his lap. He hated this, hated watching on when Snape beat seven bells of shit out of Draco every night in frustration or anger. Harry had tried to defuse a few of the situations but all he’d got for his trouble was a slap to the face while Draco’s punishment doubled. Slowly Harry rose from the bed and padded quietly into the bathroom. Draco sighed heavily and watched his friend disappear up into the partitioned platform in the reflection of the mirror. Things had been difficult for them both since Christmas and Draco just simply need a rest, he shouldn’t have taken his anger out on Harry the boy was going through enough.

“Draco?” Draco spun around hastily from the dresser as he heard Harry’s worried voice.

“What?” Draco ran across the room to the bathroom door and gingerly poked his head around the corner to see Harry standing over the toilet bowl staring into its depths.

“Should it be blue?” Harry looked over his shoulder frightened at Draco who sighed heavily and leant against the doorframe.

“Yeah, your pregnant Harry.” Draco watched sadly as Harry closed his eyes a sparkle of a tear running down his cheek as he fell heavily against the shower screen and slid down it to collapse in a heap on the tiled floor. With a deep sigh Draco stepped into the bathroom and slid effortlessly down to the floor beside his friend. Gently Draco eased Harry into his lap holding the shaking boy against his chest as he soothed his had across his back. “You really weren’t ready for this were you?” Draco whispered having never actually thought about how new this whole life was to Harry still. Draco had had years to prepare himself, he was informed and comfortable with who he was, but Harry had barely had a year to come to terms with what was happening around him, and what this new life meant for him. “It’s not the end of the world Harry,” Draco comforted as he closed his eyes and rested his head against Harry’s. “It’ll give you something to look forward to, a purpose so to speak. You won’t be alone either, I’ll help and Snape…” Draco paused knowing full well that Superei’s took little interest in their own children until they were of age, although they would protect them with their lives if need be. “…well Snape can just go fuck himself for a while.” Draco muttered barely disguising his anger knowing that Snape would come back from the meeting soon and make demands as he always did. Demands that Draco was powerless not to give into. “On the upside,” Draco continued. “If we tell him about this news as soon as he comes home it might make him in a better mood.” Draco chuckled coldly as he felt Harry nod against his chest.

“Thanks.” Harry whispered as he hugged Draco tightly before slowly pulling himself up from his feet.

“You’re welcome Potter, we Inferei have got to stick together.” Draco accepted Harry’s hand up off the floor before walking them both back out into the bedroom. It was late and they had classes in the morning, Snape wouldn’t be back till the early morning anyway if the previous summons were anything to go by.

“What do you think is going on, he’s never called this often?” Changing the subject slightly as he crawled into bed, Harry watched as Draco shrugged off his pants and crawled into bed beside him.

“Who knows it could be a potion he’s being forced to brew, or maybe they’re planning an attack, anything’s possible with that mad man. Besides what ever’s going on the Order of the Phoenix know about it because Snape’s spending just as much time at their meetings.” Harry nodded understandingly having told Draco months ago about Dumbledore’s Order and what it was designed to do.

“You’re still mad that I refused to go to them aren’t you?” Harry whispered as he rolled over onto his side as Draco spooned up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist tightly.

“Nah that part of your life’s gone, I shouldn’t have tried to force you to go to their meetings again. I only wanted to know what was going on anyway.” Draco kissed Harry’s shoulder in soft apology as he reached for Harry’s wand and flicked it extinguishing all the torches and candles in the room except the one lighting the entrance to the bathroom. “Besides Severus has everything under control, if there was anything important we should know he’d have told us by now.” Draco yawned loudly and closed his eyes as he snuggled up to Harry, in an attempt to get some sleep before his royal pain in the arse came back.

“Draco?” Harry whispered still wide-awake with no chance of getting sleep.

“Hmm?” Draco muttered his reply muffled by Harry’s shoulder.

“I’ve got to tell you something.” Harry bit his lip nervously, he’d been putting off telling Draco about his father and Snape for too long already and the guilt was practically eating him away inside every time Severus turned up with some vials of blood for them to share.

“Can’t it wait till tomorrow Potter?” Draco grumped tiredly as he slipped his hand down the front of Harry’s sleep pants to fiddle lazily with the other boy’s pubic hair.

“No it’s already waited too long as it is.” Harry whispered trying and failing to ignore Draco’s blatant attempt at diverting his concentration. Draco sighed and pulled his hand back up to rest on Harry’s stomach, giving in to the other boy who would undoubtedly bug him all night if he didn’t let him say what he wanted to.

“Fine, get on with it.” Draco muttered preparing himself to be bored and fall asleep the moment Harry began talking.

“Your Dad knows.” Harry knew Draco wasn’t paying attention by the way he didn’t react to the comment.

“Knows what?” Draco muttered unconcerned by the tenseness in Harry’s shoulders as the other boy pushed him away and turned over to face him properly.

“He knows about Snape being an Elith-furatu.” Almost instantly Draco’s sleepy gaze sprung open and the blonde sat up abruptly to stare down at Harry in horror. Quick to avoid Draco panicking Harry continued in an effort to calm his friend. “Don’t worry he doesn’t know about you, just Snape.” Harry tried watching as Draco breathed out a large sigh of relief and collapsed back onto the bed.

“How?” Draco muttered still in shock but his eyes not displaying panic like Harry had seen in them before.

“They’ve got an arrangement apparently. I only found out about it recently and I’ve been waiting for the right time to tell you.” Harry looked apologetically down at Draco who shook his head and rolled his eyes contemptibly. “Sorry, I know I should have told you sooner but everything happened all at once and I wasn’t in the right frame of mind to be explaining it to you.” Albeit reluctantly Draco nodded in understanding before urging Harry to continue. “As I said they’ve got an arrangement. Snape supplies your father with information for his research on Elith-furatu so that Voldemort leaves him alone. In exchange your Dad helps Snape harvest blood from Voldemort’s captives.”

“Shit, so all that information I was getting for us was just stuff Snape had told him?” Sadly Harry nodded at Draco who sighed heavily and closed his eyes.

“Snape is like your Dad’s test subject but that doesn’t mean you should stop getting the information. I mean there’s heaps Snape has probably told your Dad about our kind and has no intention of telling us.” Harry looked hopefully down at Draco who smiled lopsidedly knowing Harry was trying to make him feel better.

“How did you find out?” Draco commented casually as he rolled over to face Harry who was resting his head on his elbow.

“The day you left for Christmas holidays, Snape took me on an errand to the Hogshead in Hogsmeade. He met your father there to collect the vials of blood. I wanted to know what was going on so I confronted Snape about it after we’d left. He just told me straight out what was going on.” Harry smiled weakly down at Draco who casually reached up and pushed a stray hair from Harry’s forehead before leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to Harry’s lips. “What was that for?” Harry whispered when Draco had pulled away. Draco shrugged his shoulders and merely turned Harry over and pulled him back against his chest.

“I felt like it.” Draco muttered as he pressed another kiss to Harry’s shoulder blade before snuggling up to him.

“I’m sorry he won’t let me accept some of his moods Draco.” Harry whispered tiredly his eyes already dropping closed. Draco chuckled and shrugged his shoulders nuzzling the back of Harry’s hair.

“Never mind you’ll do the same for me when I’m in your situation, besides next week we’ll be back to normal for a while. It’s only the first moon’s cycle when you’re fragile.” Harry smiled almost glad that things would go back to the way they had been, he missed being Snape’s plaything and the guilt of letting Draco accept all the moods was just eating him away. With a smile still on his lips Harry fell quietly into slumber as the soft even breathing of Draco behind him chased away the nightmares.

TBC>>>>>>